Dear Best Friend, I can already tell that I will hate everyone but you. Sincerely, Ava Helmer (that brunette who won’t leave you alone)
We’re still in the same room, you weirdo. Stop crying. G
begins a series of texts and emails sent between two best friends, Ava
and Gen, as they head off to their first semesters of college on
opposite sides of the country. From first loves to weird roommates,
heartbreak, self-discovery, coming out and mental health, the two best
friends will document every moment to each other. But as each changes
and grows into her new life, will their friendship be able to survive
So begins a series of texts and emails sent between two best friends, Ava and Gen, as they head off to their first semesters of college on opposite sides of the country. From first loves to weird roommates, heartbreak, self-discovery, coming out and mental health, the two best friends will document every moment to each other. But as each changes and grows into her new life, will their friendship be able to survive the distance?
“дверь,” Illya croaks, and Gaby tilts his head in the hay to get a better look at him. He’s pale, his face sheened with sweat. When she takes to his cheek he clenches his teeth to stop them from chattering, but she can feel him trembling under her fingers.
The mission has swallowed everything. He hadn’t slept, he lost his focus. And now it’s over.
Illya shudders on the trodden dirt floor, too weak to hold it in. He’s still staring up at her, every tendon and every muscle held taut, urging her to meet his eye. Gaby ignores the warm wet patches seeping into the knees of her trousers, the dark stain spreading out from under him. She pulls a piece of straw from his hair. She hadn’t noticed it there before. It is just the same colour. “What are you talking about now?”
“B-barn door is open. Y—you will g-get cold.”
The lump in her throat won’t let her laugh fall out. Gaby shrugs out of her coat and lays it flat on top of him, tries to tuck him in. It feels fruitless, like she is just a child burying him in the sand at the beach. “Don’t worry about that.”
“Ah. I worry t-too mu—” his whole body jolts, racked through with his wet, crackling coughs. Gaby can only watch, struggling to find a place to touch him without making it worse. When he’s finished he gives her an accepting, broken little smile, fresh red smudges blooming in the corners.
How had she ever teased him for worrying? Gaby folds down, wrung out, and lays her cheek on his shoulder. His breath rattles in his sinking chest as she soaks into his shirt, rubs her nose on his sleeve. She wonders if anybody will ever worry about her again, after this. “I know you do,” she says, staring into the hay. “I don’t mind.”
6 days until I hate Everyone but you is out! Plus, my Masters proposal interview is the week after so I can use it!! Honestly, I am having so much fun, and becoming even more gay, reading all this gay ya lit 😄
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75% of respondents had a favorable reaction for “Liars”. Less than 1% expressed extreme dissatisfaction.
I actually loved this chapter! I was kinda meh on the Marley arc at first, but this completely changed my feelings on it!! Seeing everything from the Warriors’ perspective is a refreshing change of pace.
Bertolt is the God of Destruction, RBA deserved better, Magath is actually a nice guy, poor Porco has a terrible name and deserves more love
This is the first chapter in the Marley arc I’ve wholeheartedly enjoyed. I was always looking forward to getting the Warriors’ perspective, but the way in which it’s been done has been terrible pacing wise, if definitely interesting story-wise; consequently I’ve had mixed feelings about the recent chapters. But this one managed to really make me feel for the characters and their tragic, terrible circumstances for the first time in awhile.
Good chapter in terms of lore although kinda meh in terms of story development
I liked the chapter, and the Marley thing we are going through, but I would still like to return to the walls
Not the strongest chapter, feels the same kind of “recap-y” that 63 did, but still a solid outing. I’m convinced we’re staying in Marley as the main location for the final arc of the series, with the main cast’s appearance kicking events into overdrive.
Illya had never been so exhausted in his entire life. His
training with the Special Forces in Siberia, round-the-clock surveillance missions,
days of flight connections across every timezone; nothing before compared to this
level of sleepless exhaustion. He walked to the window where the first glow of
dawn threatened, glinting off the ocean that separated them from their past
lives, a constant reminder of how far they had come.
Behind him Gaby slept like the dead. Her insomnia rarely
reared its ugly head these days and she never turned down the opportunity to drift
off when he offered to take over. The
light slowly seeping into the room stood no chance of waking her.
Illya yawned and blinked with warm affection at the cause of
his sleeplessness, wide-eyed and awake in his arms, as much undeterred by the
dawn as she was from sunset. She smiled,
Illya imagined, at his bloodshot and bagged eyes, the husk of a two metre tall man
brought to his knees by a child the size of a bag of flour.
“You think this is funny?” he asked in a raspy voice.
She smiled again in the dawn’s glow and he couldn’t help but
i really really hate this thing fandoms keep doing with characters that is like
you have this character, who is inherently good, but they do bad things because they were deceived into thinking it was the right thing to do, or because something terrible and traumatic happened to them that made them this way. None of these reasons automatically absolve them of guilt, but they give a realistic explanation to their actions.
And then, when they realize how truly wrong their actions were, they take the blame and work to right their wrongs, knowing well they might not be forgiven but still doing it because they’re still inherently good and it’s the right thing to do
And fandom still finds a way to completely ignore the reason behind their actions and reduce them to the most one-dimensional, irredeemable, despicable version of themselves even though it goes against everything about their character in the first place
and then you have another character who is actually evil and does evil things just because they can and they really don’t care about the consequences of their actions as long as they can get what they want and fandom does the exact opposite. jumping through hurdles to excuse their terrible behavior and make all sort of excuses even though there’s really no reason other than they’re an asshole
@gabi4chan-akatsuki @capn-salty You asked for this. This fanfiction is Rated T for death by burning.
Today was the day Salty braced himself for. It was nothing special considering what happened to the other salt granules that he shared the space of the salt vat with. All of those Salt granules gone. Dead most likely; so it was only a matter of time before it was his turn. Of course, the cocky yet slightly understandable salt grain shrugged the slight feeling of dread off his non-existant shoulders. He achieved this by using colourful phrases of language and cynical humour. But even so-
In the end, all of that wouldn’t matter.
“More Salt for the Goddess Gabija?”
“Yes, more salt. She demands it as well as bread.”
“I see, take an extra container of Salt to her then.”
Salty was indifferent about the situation. He recognised the loud voices that were emitted out of his field of vision. The voices belonged to humans. Humans that came to the place in which his brothers and sisters resided in multiple times.
He suddenly found blinding light entering his sences. The small salt granule feeling the safe, dark sack in which he was so used to leaving him somehow. He was then placed in something clear and hard. Something unbendable.
“Where is this place?” Salty asked, hoping another Salt granule who knew would answer.
“This is the ‘Container’.” A gruff, dried out voice replied.
Salty used his non-existant eyes to look downward, trying to follow the sound of voice that he heard.
“Here, I’m here.” The voice coughed out.
Salty traced the voice to a yellowed grain of Salt, old from time and wear.
“ ‘The Container’ you say? Where are we going?” Salty asked the yellowed salt granule. “And what happened to you?”
“I’ve seen the fires of her, the one you will soon die to….” The old chip of Salt whispered grimly, “You youngsters won’t have a chance with her. If you wish to live, you need to stick to the grooves and crannies in “The Container’.”
“What did you say old man? Sorry, I couldn’t hear you.”
But before the yellowed grain could reply, Salty found himself falling.
He watched himself be on display in front of the strange, godly human beings. He didn’t like the way they looked at him. It was almost like he was supposed to do something to please or impress them.
“All right! All right!” A human yelled, “Let the offerings be placed!”
At this moment, Salty’s thoughts clicked.
He was going to be killed.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a night’s sky breaking dawn, an human exorcist holding hands with a human girl and a cat with odd eyes as well as a Teal coloured bunny before deep, red-hot flames engulfed his vision.
His body felt gloopy.
It strangly enough, didn’t hurt.
He felt tired.
One last flash of red and a woman’s laughter echoed throughout his mind before-
The light went out.
-A Billion Years Later-
There was a woman named Gabija who walked upon the land. She had interests in strange things that people that lived around her didn’t seem to understand. One night she laid awake and surfed the net, wondering if anyone payed attention to her in what she did.
It looked like people barely knew who she was, only getting the occasional comment of a person that left a bland compliment on her work like “Good job” or “Nice”.
She decided to sleep.
When she slept, she dreamt up a dream in which there was fire, the scent of burnt salt and bread with the cheering of multiple people.
It was early morning, a time in which people still hadn’t woke up yet. Gabi when ahead to check her work again.
And there was a comment.
A person named “Captain Salty” who back handedly complimented her work by insulting it first.
Salty made her think back to that dream, in which everyone cheered for somebody. Was the ‘somebody’ her? Who knew. All she knew was that the person had a slight coincidence that intrigued her. So, the woman decided to let herself play around with the challenger that had “insult-complimented” her work.
So she replied to his comment.
After some weeks, she had somehow exchanged messengers with “Captain Salty”
Salty on the other hand, didn’t know why he even tried to backhand compliment the creator that went by the name of “HyperblossomNr1” In fact, he actually kinda admired and liked the work she produced. That all changed when he somehow exchanged messengers with the woman named 'Gabi’ though. He now had a mutual hate-respect relationship with the lady.
Strangly enough, Salty remembered the same dream that Gabi dreamt, only a tad more longer with the inclusion of speech from some people.
“More Salt for the Goddess Gabija?”
That line. The name Gabija. It was such a strange coincidence.
With that meeting, Gabi met wonderful people that all understood her, suddenly gaining a boost with people that supported her in her 'strange’ hobbies. Wonderful people from all over the world and all supported her every step of the way. An exorcist and a questionable girl. A Bonny-Bunny. A 'cat’ who liked to be 'left alone’. A girl with Dawn. A child with Snow as her name. And finally, a whole array of anonymous believers that continued to subscribe and give out encouraging compliments and words. People who appreciated the simplicity of the hobbies that a woman named Gabi enjoyed to do.
So, that was the beginning of friendships that were confusing and fun to be in. As to what comes next,
That’s still yet to be written by the people and the world.
- I hope you enjoyed this thing I made for fun eheheh…