“You thought I was fucking joking when I said I loved you…? Boy if you don’t bring yourself over here and let me kiss you right now we are going to have a long talk about our problems cause boy do I have at least 99 of them…”
She was truly pouty for someone who doesn’t speak at all but today is different and different is good.
“I’m sorry I’m just feeling a bit upset and no one says they love me because I’m a mistake. God, I feel stupid admitting that…”
The monster girl sat hidden in a dark room crying heavily. “Like they say no one loves me…”
[Idk maybe this is an open roleplay? @rubentheruler (I hope you don’t mind this)]
“I’m sorry for being that one idiot who can’t do anything right… Maybe speaking my feelings were bad enough… Maybe me speaking wasn’t a good idea at all…”
a/n: remember that time i posted a long list of fic ideas n stuff i was writing and this wasn’t on it? oops! this was originally gonna be a oneshot but things got way out of hand so, please forgive me for taking two months to write a 12K part one, i know i’m garbage. the next part will have a lot more angst so prepare yourselves, and once again thx @mysoftae this would never have come to fruition without you ;(
~ in which your ridiculously hot, annoying brat of a roommate keeps you up at all hours of the night, takes up all your space, is essentially trying to ruin your life, and is intent on sticking his dick in you
You had always liked living alone.
There were no one’s dishes to wash but your own, you could play your music as loud as you wanted, the only person you had to worry about your cat liking was yourself, nobody could complain about what spices you stunk up the place with, and most importantly, you never had to wear pants.
You would have been content to live alone for the rest of your sad, lonely life enjoying nothing but those small pleasures.
Then one day there was Jeon Jungkook, on his knees, hands clasped beneath his chin, looking up at you with those wide, glittering brown eyes of his. Maybe you would have said no if he hadn’t been blocking you up against the door to the library, if there hadn’t been a line of people building up behind him complaining about the two of you being in their way, if he actually would have moved when you grabbed his shoulder and tried to shove him to the side with all of your strength. That kid had been working out a little too much.
Also, he was begging. That might have had something to do with it.
okay but what if the pictures in the dark room were all of tyler’s possible targets. it’s clear that toward the end of the series Tyler is being pushed toward violence and anger. On top of bullying the came along with clay’s picture he is also being pushed around by Monty. this could possibly be why alex’s picture is torn down because we see him in the ambulance before it is confirmed who it is. that’s why the head wound left alex alive but in critical condition, because he didn’t do it himself. the odds of someone surviving a self-inflicted gunshot to the head are usually unlikely. plus after we see the ambulance we see tyler stashing away his guns probably after fleeing his crime scene as he has gotten good at stalking. he is probably planning on targeting the school and everyone mentioned on the tapes. BUT LIKE THATS JUST MY THEORY IDK I JUST KINDA HOPE THERES A SECOND SEASON. I LIKE THE SHOW AS A STAND ALONE AND THOUGH ITS VERY CLOSE TO THE BOOK AND I LIKE WHEN THINGS STAY ACCURATE ID REALLY LIKE A CONTINUATION
it’s really sad to think about people who used to be such a prominent part of your life who are not really there any more. not necessarily because of a fight or something but because things just change over time and you slowly drift apart. idk it kinda makes me sad to think about. i hope all the people who i was once close with and drifted away from are doing well thanks for being in my life at one point
I think one of the kindest things you can do for yourself as an artist is to accept that you will make bad drawings sometimes and just…stop caring about it. It’s not like that bad sketch you drew was your one and only chance to ever draw the thing. It’s so much easier emotionally to just say “lol what is that?” delete it and start over than it is to spend the next six hours crying about it. Once you stop treating every single thing you draw as something precious and learn to just throw stuff away it takes so much stress away. One bad drawing doesn’t make you a bad artist, or a fraud. Even the best pro artists are gonna have moments where they draw things wrong. You’re going to make bad drawings so just go out there and make them so you can move on with your life. Chances are your second attempt will be better.
a/n: i know some parts of this are so *stares right into the camera* obnoxiously cheesy but guess what? i like this and i just don’t care. i’m currently writing a horribly stupidly long hoseok fic, but i realized the writing had gotten a little stale n asked my bff for a prompt to write a “ficlet” (this was supposed to be 2k or less) and she gave me: mingyu, fluff and angst, wildest dreams by taylor swift (because my mingyu tag is “he’s so tall and handsome as hell”). so ta da, this is what u get
~ in which your young, dumb love will hurt you, will ruin you, has an expiration date…but is so, so worth it
You never forgot to visit your hometown in the summertime. Of course, it was nice to see your family, but you could see them any time of the year, and saw them often in the fall and the winter. What made the long drive from the city worth it in the hundred degree weather, sun glaring down on the hood of your car and baking you inside of it, was the chance to see the seaside in all its glory. You’d been raised in a humble beach town and you’d seen it a thousand times, but you’d be happy to see it a thousand more. As a kid, you couldn’t say you’d appreciated it much. The town itself and the beach were a little dumpy, nothing to write home about.
It was the memories you’d created there once upon a time that made it special. As you pulled into a spot in the tiny parking lot and cut the ignition, you could remember late nights in the backseat of a car a lot older and rustier than this one, making your own heat as you pressed your sweat-slicked body to another. You trudged out onto the sand and as it flattened beneath your sneakers, you remembered squishing it between your toes as you watched a certain young man wading in the shallow ocean waters. He’d splashed some little kids nearby, pretending to fall beneath the surface with the weight of their own splashes back at him, and you’d imagined how this scene would look many years from now with children who were the perfect mix of you and him. You’d been 17 then.
“I think making mistakes and learning from them is a much better example to set for people. And if I want someone to listen to the album and take away anything from it, it’s that if you’re trying to do something that you love, you should be yourself, and be honest with it, and not try and hide and allow yourself to be vulnerable. A lot of the album is me trying to prove to myself that I can do something, and I obviously hope that people like it. But be honest, and be open, and be vulnerable, is something I hope people take from it.”