#6 “I need a place to stay”, #12 “she’s hiding behind the sofa”, #16 “you’re getting crumbs all over my bed”, and #19 “Your Satan”
Words: I don’t even know and it’s 4 am and I’m tired
Ok, so maybe pranking the avengers wasn’t the greatest idea you had. Clint and Natasha were thankfully on a mission, if you’d pranked them your ass would have been grass a long time ago.
But unfortunately, you and Bucky had spray painted one of Tony’s suits pink and purple to which he chased you throughout the tower, Bucky howling with laughter as you ran down the corridors.
Bucky decorated Steve’s shield and combat uniform with pictures of Tony’s face, and while he napped you drew a goatee resembling Tony’s with a sharpy. You ran when you heard him yelp when he got to the bathroom.
You hid Lazerbeak and disabled the tracker so Sam couldn’t find it, and Bucky cut holes in all of his socks and cut the straps to his goggles, he claimed revenge for Sam drinking the last of his orange juice. Bucky’s Orange juice!
Another collection event, guys! It starts just when my birthday will have ended, along with Giles’ Ever After release (*´꒳`*)
Best present ever. I mean look at that ranking dress, and Robert being included as well! It would have been the perfect birthday if it was Al’s route instead of an EA, but I’m still happy that they fell on the same day (sort of)! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)
(15 deaths, 24 non-fatal injuries, 21 of those injuries caused by gunfire).
Rachel Scott, 17, killed by four shots to arm, ribcage, temple and leg on a grassy area next to the West entrance of the school by Harris.
Richard Castaldo, 17, injured, shot in the arm, chest, back, and abdomen on the same grassy area.
Daniel Rohrbough, 15, killed with one shot to leg, one to the stomach and one shot to the chest on the West staircase by both Harris and Klebold.
Sean Graves, 15, injured, shot in the back, foot, and abdomen on the West staircase.
Lance Kirklin, 16, injured, shot with wounds to the leg, neck, and jaw on the West staircase.
Michael Johnson, 15, injured, escaped from grassy knoll with wounds to his face, arm and leg.
Mark Taylor, 16, injured, shot in the chest, arms, and leg on the grassy knoll.
Anne-Marie Hochhalter, 17, injured, shot in the chest, arm, abdomen, back, and left leg near the cafeteria’s entrance.
Brian Anderson, 16, injured, wounded near the West entrance by flying glass.
Patti Nielson, 35, injured, hit in the shoulder by shrapnel near the West Entrance.
Stephanie Munson, 16, injured, shot in the ankle inside the North Hallway.
Dave Sanders, 47, killed due to blood loss after being shot in the neck and back inside the South Hallway by Harris.
Evan Todd, 15, injured, sustained minor injuries from the splintering of a desk he was hiding under.
Kyle Velasquez, 16, killed from two gunshot wounds, one to head, and one to back left shoulder in the library by Klebold.
Patrick Ireland, 17, injured, shot in the arm, leg, head and foot.
Daniel Steepleton, 17, injured, shot in the thigh.
Makai Hall, 18, injured, shot in the knee.
Steven Curnow, 14, killed by by one shot to the neck and one through his right shoulder in the library by Harris.
Kacey Ruegsegger, 17, injured, shot in the hand, arm and shoulder.
Cassie Bernall, 17, killed by a shot to the right side of her head and one through her finger in the library by Harris.
Isaiah Shoels, 18, killed by wounds to the left arm, through the armpit, heart and right arm in the library by Harris.
Matthew Kechter,16, killed by a shot to the left shoulder, through neck, lung and right arm in the library by Klebold.
Lisa Kreutz, 18, injured, shot in the shoulder, hand, arms, and thigh.
Valeen Schnurr, 18, injured, with wounds to the chest, arms, and abdomen.
Mark Kintgen, 17, injured, shot in the head and shoulder.
Lauren Townsend, 18, killed by six gunshot wounds to back torso, three wounds to front torso, and a graze to the head in the library by Harris and Klebold.
Nicole Nowlen, 16, injured, shot in the abdomen.
John Tomlin, 16, killed by one shot to the back, one graze to the chest, and three shots to the head in the library by Harris and Klebold.
Kelly Fleming, 16, killed by a shot to her lower back in the library by Harris.
Jeanna Park, 18, injured, shot in the knee, shoulder, and foot.
Daniel Mauser, 15, killed by a single shot to the nose through neck in the library by Harris.
Jennifer Doyle, 17, injured, shot in the hand, leg and shoulder.
Stephen ‘Austin’ Eubanks, 17, injured, shot in the hand, leg and knee.
Corey DePooter, 17, killed by a shot to his left shoulder through the lung, out of neck, as well as shots to his back and arm in the library by Klebold and Harris.
Eric Harris, 18, killed from a single self-inflicted gunshot wound to the roof of his mouth.
Dylan Klebold, 17, killed from a single gunshot wound to the left temple.
Hiding in a one person bathroom off of the faculty lounge, Nick Foss, a student, and Joyce Jankowski, an old teacher of Dylan’s, along with others, were afraid the shooters would find them hiding in the bathroom. Nick and Joyce then crawled into an air vent, fifteen feet above the ground, as an attempt to escape the school but almost immediately fell through. She was treated for the injuries and was released April 20th,1999. Nick Foss was in the commons at the time of the shooting. When he ran outside to ask the shooters what they were doing, they pointed their weapons at him. At first, one of the shooters pointed a gun at his head, but it didn’t fire when he pulled the trigger. A bullet however did graze his head. Nick was treated for his injuries from the fall and the bullet graze. He graduated from Columbine in May, 1999. Adam Kyler was also in the commons when the shooting began. That day, Kyle Velasquez sat with him at lunch. When Dylan Klebold entered the commons through the south wall and started shooting, Adam ran towards the kitchen for shelter. Just before he reached the serving line, he was hit with a chair in the ribs. He was treated at the hospital with abdominal pains and released the same day.
Goosebumps appeared down my spine, as Juan’s lips placed small kisses along your shoulder blades. His hands gabbling the back of your hips, pushing deeper inside me. His arm, moving to my waist, pulling me to his chest, while he thrust in and out.
A low growl erupting from his chest. “You feel so good, beautiful!” I rock my hips back and forth, meeting his thrusts. “ Cum for mt Eve!”
My walls clenched around him, I arch my back, as I screamed out his name. That was all he needed, I felt his cock twitch inside of me, his gripe tightened on my waist as he rode out his own orgasm,
Collapsing against each other, we lay in bed, sweating and breathless. “I love you!” I let the words flow out of my moth before I could stop them. I felt his body get tense, he got out of bed, without saying anything.
In the place of an original identification which serves as a determining cause, gender identity might be reconceived as a personal/cultural history of received meaning subject to a set of imitative practices which refer laterally to other imitations and which, jointly, construct the illusion of a primary and interior gendered self or parody the mechanism of that construction.
– Judith Butler
1. You’re 5 and you wear purple dresses. In high school your mother will lament the loss of your kindergarten femininity.
2. You’re 7 and you go to baseball games with your father. You love the hot dogs, and the dip ‘n’ dots, and how crisp their shirts always look. You still have an old Ichiro jersey in your closet.
Gender is a way in which social practice is ordered. In gender processes, the everyday conduct of life is organized in relation to the reproductive arena, defined by the bodily structures and processes of human reproduction.
– R.W. Connell
3. You’re 14 and you join the softball team. Regrettably, most of the girls on the team are straight as an arrow, but it still feels like a new home.
4. You’re 15 and you see Taylor Swift in concert. She’s pretty, and feminine, and young, and you don’t wash the ‘13’ off your hand for days.
I couldn’t find myself in history. No one like me seemed to ever have existed.
– Leslie Feinberg
5. You’re 16 and you listen to Lady GaGa’s Born This Way album when you feel too lonely to make conversation with your classmates.
Sex has a politics of its own.
– Michael Warner
6. You’re 16 and you watch The L Word under the covers at night. You don’t know what compels you to hide.
7. You’re 16 and a pretty girl in your chemistry class braids your hair. You stop paying attention to chemistry after that.
But I, like other queer people, am two in one body, both male and female. I am the embodiment of the hieros gamos: the coming together of opposite qualities within.
– Gloria Anzaldúa
8. You start shopping in the men’s section and you feel like an imposter. But also, you feel like a secret agent, trying to subvert the patriarchy. (No one ever catches you).
Gender is, in other words, not the assignment of roles to physically different bodies, but the attribution of meaning to something that always eludes definition [i.e. sexual difference].
– Joan Wallach Scott
9. You’re 18 and you kiss a girl for the first time. Your identity feels verified, like the blue check mark on Twitter. (And you know experience shouldn’t be a precursor for identity, but you can’t help it; you feel full).
But whatever sameness I’ve noted in my relationships with women is not the sameness of Woman, and certainly not the sameness of parts. Rather, it is a shared, crushing understanding of what it means to live in a patriarchy.
– Maggie Nelson
10. You’re 18. Your hair falls in between your faces when you kiss her. (You don’t mind; it makes you laugh).
11. She calls the way you tuck in your shirt “masculine.” You smile and look at your feet.
Let it all hang out. Let it seem bitchy, catty dykey, frustrated, crazy, Solanis-esque, nutty, frigid, ridiculous, bitter, embarrassing, man-hating, libelous, pure, unfair, envious, intuitive, low-down, stupid, petty, liberating. WE ARE THE WOMEN THAT MEN HAVE WARNED US ABOUT.
– Robin Morgan
12. You’re 19. You watch Carrie Brownstein play a show with Sleater-Kinney and paint your nails black the same day. (They’ve been black ever since).
[Gender] is a practice of improvisation within a scene of constraint.
– Judith Butler, Undoing Gender
13. She tells you that most lesbians she’s seen don’t look like you. You wonder why that is.
14. You’re tired of people assuming you’re straight because you have long hair. (But you won’t cut it either – it’s become too much a part of you).
Humans are biological and thus in some sense natural beings and social and in some sense artificial – or, if you will, constructed entities. – Anne Fausto-Sterling
15. You’re 20. You go to India and unexpectedly find a community of queer women. (It’s more affirming than you ever could have imagined).
Being queer means leading a different sort of life. It’s not about the mainstream, profit-margins, patriotism, patriarchy or being assimilated. It’s not about executive directors, privilege and elitism. It’s about being on the margins, defining ourselves; it’s about gender-f—- and secrets, what’s beneath the belt and deep inside the heart; it’s about the night.
– Queer Nation
16. You’re 20 when you get your first tattoo. It feels dangerous and empowering and your body feels like home.
Though both are bound in the spiral dance, I would rather be a cyborg than a goddess.
– Donna Haraway
17. You’re 20 and you have to wear a dress to a wedding again. You can’t sit properly and your lipstick keeps getting smudged and you wish you looked as good in a suit as your brother does.
18. You’re 21 and you wear a suit to your birthday dinner. (Your brother still looks better than you, but you’ve accepted it now).
Justice is what love looks like in public.
– Cornel West
19. You’re 21. She pays for your ice cream, and you spend hours in the bookstore around the corner. (You wish you had held her hand).
Your silence will not protect you. .
– Audre Lorde
20. You’re 21, and you still don’t really know who you are. But you speak anyways.
1) “fuck I love you”
2) “babe, is everything okay”
3) “it hurts knowing you’re sleeping next to someone else”
4) “do you miss me?”
5) “out of anyone, I had to be stuck with you”
6) “you should smile more”
7) “leave me alone please”
8) “don’t forget about me”
9) “look at you being a cute little rockstar
10) "she’s mine”
11) “back off”
12) “you’ve done enough, just leave”
13) “how can you love something so broken?”
14) “if you’re reading this it’s too late”
15) “please stop, you’re scaring me”
16) “stop hiding yourself”
17) “you kept it all this time?”
18) “admit it, you like him”
19) “you’re in love with me?”
20) “go fuck one of your skanks”
21) “you could choose anyone but you chose me”
22) “I’m not going to be your toy”
23) “I just miss you”
24) “I was kidding chill”
25) “well I don’t want to talk to you”
26) “I’ve never liked someone this much”
27) “look at us being rebellious and free”
28) “wipe that smug grin off your face”
29) “it’s not what it looks like”
30) “don’t lie to me”
31) “I’m with the boys”
32) “have you been drinking again”
33) “you’re beautiful”
34) “I just wanna impress you”
35) “eyes on the face”
36) “never talk about her like that again”
37) “mine and only mine”
38) “you’re hot when you’re jealous”
39) “I’ve always liked badboys”
40) “you’re so cheesy its cute”
41) “bubble bath?”
42) “I could really use a cuddle”
43) “clothes, off now.”
44) “the things you do to me”
45) “I’ll never let you go”
Warnings: Love lost, I don’t know sad and angsty, Implied smut.
A/N: This one is based on the song I got the boy by Jana Kramer. It came to me as I listened to the song and I couldn’t get it out of my head. It is sad as hell, but that is the way of the world sometime.
I don’t know if this is called for this time but: NO HATE TOWARDS DANNEEL THIS IS FICTION
You pulled your chair towards your closet and use it as a ladder to reach the top shelf. Pushing a few things aside, you reachied for the box you kept hidden in the back corner. The sight of it was enough to almost force the tears that had been threatening to spill all day down your cheeks. You’d been a mess ever since you had seen his wedding picture on the cover of Star magazine that morning.
You pulled the box from it’s hiding place before stepping down off of the chair and lowering yourself to the floor. You ran your fingers over the ribbons on top of the box a few times, debating whether or not to open it. Your little blue box of memories. Memories of him and the love you had once shared. Maybe the past belong it the past. He had moved on, and so should you. Looking at old pictures and trinkets would not magically bring him back into your arms. It had been over for a long time. You had not thought about him in years. Not really. Not until you were faced with the reality that he would never again be yours.
You and your selfish excuses… “I wanna die” and “I wanna disappear”…You just haven’t found a reason to live. And believe me you will. Really soon. Just don’t throw away the life you managed to put back together.
Ok, so waking up to a panic attack is not fun. Making it through most of the day and then getting another one sucks. Having no one to help you through makes it hard. Putting on a mask and hiding it from your 16 year old because she also has anxiety and needs ME to be the rock makes it almost unbearable. Life is weird and crazy. Glad I at least have you guys.
#12 “If he’s going to treat you like shit I’m going to kick his ass.” #13 “You’re hiding something from me.” #16 “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”
With a frown Steve watches you how you put on some make up. Usually you’re not the type for it, but your boyfriend likes it. “What?” You ask Steve through the mirror. “If he’s going to treat you like shit I’m going to kick his ass.” He responds growling and confused you turn around to him. But before you can say anything Steve leaves your room and you follow him. “You’re hiding something from me.” You grab him by the ankle, forcing him to look at him. “Either you’re mean to me or you ignore me.” “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.” He whispers and you let out a small gasp, immediately your heart beats faster. “You..I..” “I know that you don’t love me.” “That’s not true.” You say quietly and his eyes widen.