i know this is shit but i can't sleep

i want to
  • take you to concerts you love to watch your face light up
  • give you the last of my food if you want it
  • watch your favourite movies with you - give me running commentary of all your favourite parts if you like
  • learn about your whole life, good and bad
  • play with your hair while you doze in my lap
  • get random texts from you about stupid things
  • see every cat picture you think is funny
  • feel my heart in my mouth the first time i hold your hand
  • dance with you (i’ll sit in a wheelchair with you in my lap if i have to) 
  • see you first thing in the morning with bed hair and old pjs
  • show you the stars and make up ridiculous constellations
  • make you blush with every compliment
  • make you soup when you’re sick and risk a cold with my shit immune system
  • make you sneeze your drink in laughter
  • watch you grow as a person
  • be the one you want to text in the middle of the night
  • make you snacks when you’re busy and forget to eat
  • one day get the chance to fuck up your lipstick

DA:I TRESPASSER SPOILERS BEYOND. YE BE WARNED.

I’ve successfully avoided major spoilers for Trespasser so far, except for one but it’s alright because I kind of found it inevitable and it was already my headcanon for my inquisitor anyways so thats fine anyway it’s the (seriously stop reading if you are avoiding all spoilers for Trespasser) fact that the Inquisitor loses their arm. And I’m losing my shit about it. In a good way. In an excellent way. In the best possible way.

Prosthetics, you guys. So many different kinds of prosthetics.

Mages with runes etched in to their hands, with focusing crystals embedded in to knuckles, with veins of lyrium literally at their fingertips.

Knight Enchanters whose Spirit Hilt is built directly in to their prosthetic. Who trained for hours and hours under the mantra of This blade is an extension of you. It is part of your body. It is part of your soul. Knight Enchanters who can now embrace that truth more literally, who modify their Spirit Hilt so that it runs the length of their prosthetic. So that the magic can come sweeping out in different shapes or forms–a slash of light running alongside their arm, a burst of energy in the form of a repelling shield, or the original swath of magic like a sword sprouting from their body.

Rift Mages who create a prosthetic of their own out of latent sympathetic magic. The powers of the Fade still whisper to them, still catch around their arm where flesh used to be in swirls and eddies, trying to embody what once was there, what memory still holds in fine detail. Rift Mages who have temporary prosthetics made out of condensed magic. Who cast Stone Fist quite literally now as their formed hand goes rocketing forward. Rift Mages who can curry the favor of small wisps and delicate spirits that will hover around their arm and perhaps hold a thing or two until it is needed.

Necromancers who stride in to battle and capture the spirit of fallen enemies in order to create an ethereal prosthetic that’s faster and stronger than any human hand. Raising the dead to guard their left flank because they are not so readily able to defend it now. Necromancers who know exactly what a raised corpse is capable of depending on its state of decay, on what it still has, on what it is missing–and who know exactly how much they are still capable of.

Rogues with weapons built in to their forearms. Crossbows easily winched and fired. Static hands that can hold a bow steady.

Artificers who well know how to make, and maintain an articulated prosthetic–just as delicate as any one of their carefully spun traps. Artificers who embed their prosthetics with traps, who make little compartments full of dangerous things. Rogues who rig their prosthetics as a last resort, leaving it behind to explode and rain hell on unsuspecting enemies.

Assassins who hide deadly poisons in the spiked fingertips of their prosthetics. Who store terrible venoms in small vials carefully slotted in to the thing. Assassins who use the fact that their enemies will underestimate the false hand–see it as a weakness and a liability. Assassins who play that to their advantage, use it to strike when it’s least expected. Assassins with retractible blades hidden in the wrist in such a way that would make Ezio envious.

Tempest rogues who coat their arrows with concoctions embedded in their arms. Who can release compressed smoke from hidden compartments. Fast. Chaotic. Pulling one alchemical mystery after the next out of thin air, rigging their prosthetics like the Artificers do–except this one explodes with fire and ice and fury.

Warriors with heavy-wrough prosthetics to suit their more aggressive fighting style.

Champions who have shields latched on to their arm–quick release built in, in case of emergencies. Who can throw their entire body in to a shield blow, because the shield is part of them now. Champions with prosthetics of gilded silver and gold that can be raised, gleaming to catch the light and inspire defiance in the face of overwhelming odds. Champions with prosthetics that are essentially an extension of their armor, throwing their arm forward to take the blow that would have slain a friend, and continuing fearlessly where their flesh would’ve other wise been torn asunder.

Reavers with prosthetics embedded with spikes. With rivulets carved so that streams of blood flow along it with grotesque ease. Reavers with prostetics permenantly stained with the blood of each enemy felled, who can work themselves in to the beginning of a frenzy by scenting the blood that has seeped so deeply in to the limb. Reavers who charge on ever further, ever more enraged if the prosthetic is damaged–their fury only fueled by its destruction.

Templars who–like mages–have lyrium imbued in to their prosthetic, and may call upon it when it is needed. Templars who have etched their crest or passage from the Chant in to their new limb. Templars who summon the Wrath of Heaven with their glowing prosthetic, lifting it to the air as the lyrium in it burns and sizzles, and then slamming it down with the pillar of light like the fist of the Maker himself. 

SO MUCH ROOM FOR CREATIVITY HOLY SHIT.

anonymous asked:

Hey! Your blog is so great! I love to read it very much. Can I request: MC's new boss is sexualy harassing her. She can't leave her job, because it's very important to her, but don't know what to do and is afraid to ask help of RFA + V + Saeran?

Hope you like it! ^^

TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONINGS OF ABUSE AND SEXUAL HARASSMENT

RFA + V and Saeran react to MC being sexualy harassed by her boss

Zen

  • You came back from work feeling like shit, even if he was tired himself, he always knew when something was off with you.
  • “How was work, babe?” “Meh, just normal… I’m going to sleep now, ok?” hmmm, not even a smile? Yes, something was definitely wrong
  • He would let you take your time,  so he went to shower, ate something and only then he went to the bedroom
  • Only to find you sobbing from crying, he ran to you. “Babe, what’s wrong?” “Zen, you’re so right… all men are wolves, all men… are…” “Hey, hey… why are you saying that now, MC?”
  • You told him about the new boss, the way he trapped you at your desk when nobody was looking… the way he looked at you, you never felt so ashamed of your own body like you were then… “You’re right, Zen, you’re right! I’m too nice to men, right? I’m the problem, they think I’m sending theses… signs and…”
  • “MC, what are you saying? This isn’t your fault at all! Don’t this to yourself… I… I don’t really think you’re too nice to everybody, you’re just… you, and if people take it on the wrong way, they’re the problem. Your boss is a fucking problem! So where do I find him to fix this problem?”
  • “Oh… oh no, Zen, please. Let’s calm down, I… he’s my superior and I don’t want to lose my job, I like my job, Zen!” “MC, I’m sorry, but I won’t let this happen. What if he does again? With you or with some of your colleagues?” he was right, today was you, who could it be tomorrow? “Okay… what do you suggest?” “I have something in mind, but you’ll have to be brave for this!”
  • Your boyfriend, having women like the biggest part of his fanbase, announced a campain on his Tripter account, asking his fans to write on a paper all the abusive and objectifying things they heard from bosses or male co-workers and post a photo, the hashtag made a huge success and he posted on his own account a photo  of you holding your own paper with what you heard.
  • His fans, being the stalkers they are, soon find out where you worked, they gave bad reviews to the company all over social media and threat boycotting the company, they would take the bad reviews once the guy was fired. And that was exactly what happened.
  • You had no idea his fans could be so supportive to you, and you made sure to thank all of them through a video he also posted. “Zen is an awesome person who wants to make all the women in his life acknowledge their own strength.  Thank you all so much!”

Yoosung

  • He was aware of this new boss being a douch, you would always trash talk the guy when you’d come home.
  • But it was mainly things related to work. But then he heard this: “And you should hear what he talked about my skirt, Yoosung! Really…” “What did he say about your skirt, MC?”
  • “Hum? Oh, something like ‘you keep coming dressed like that and I won’t take responsibility on what I’m going to do with you, foxy’ ugh… such a douch, right?”
  • Douch wasn’t really the word he was thinking, and your bluntness about that was… pretty concerning. “MC, we had a seminar at college about sexual harassment last month, you do realize that what he did to you is a crime, right?”
  • You sighed deeply. “Yes, I’m aware of it. But what can I do? He’s my boss! You know what happens with girls that make a report? They lose their job, some bosses are bad enough to make sure they never find a job on similar companies… it’s fucked up as it is, there’s nothing I can do except trying to be away, and I swear I’m trying, okay? Don’t worry!”
  • But he did worry. How could he not? You wouldn’t be able to keep the guy away forever and… oh, he didn’t even dare to imagine that, just thinking about it made his blood boil.
  • Hell hath no fury like a Yoosung protecting MC! He had to make sure you wouldn’t suffer any retaliation, so he send anonymous reports to the HR’s company telling he knew there was a potential rapist working there, and if they didn’t something about it, he would go to the press.
  • When they apparently didn’t take it seriously, he sent what he knew to some shitty tabloid, who actually accused the guy directly of being a rapist. It didn’t have any credibility, but having the company’s name associated to such a low publication like that… there is such a thing like bad publicity, indeed!
  • The guy was fired after all, Yoosung never told you that he was the responsible for it, and you never told him you knew he did that. It wasn’t really necessary keep talking about this when you’re too busy being happy.

Jaehee

  • She’s a woman too, she knows how to recognize the signs of a girl uncomfortable over something like this
  • The shame after being cat called on the street, the concerning about wearing some clothes thinking how they can be used as an excuse if something happens to you, the embarrassment, the guilty… even if it’s not your fault?
  • Jumin Han had a lot of problems about boundaries when she used to work for him, but he was always respectful and intimidating enough not to let anybody even try something with her, who knew one day she would feel bad that you hadn’t the same luck as her?
  • But you have someone even better! An amazing girlfriend who happens to be a black belt in judo and can teach you some personal defense techniques!
  • And if it wasn’t enough, maybe you should consider changing jobs? “But, Jaehee… what if I’m not good at anything else? At least I’m kinda successful there, I don’t know if I’m good enough to… start all over again…”
  • “And do you think I was 100% sure about leaving C & R and starting my own business? Of course I wasn’t, MC! But I had to take the risk…”
  • “I don’t know if I’m brave as you are, Jaehee…” “Well, a very wise woman told me once that it’s not about money, you have to pursue happiness.” “She sounds kinda naïve…” she giggled “You said that, MC!” “Oh, right… yeah, I’m pretty naïve, maybe that’s why this guy keeps coming to me…”
  • “Stop right there! It’s nothing about you, MC! This man is a jerk! And the way I see it, you are unhappy there, so get out! You’re smart, you’re talented, you will find something that suits you pretty soon.”
  • And a few weeks later, you were starting as a barista at her cafe. And you didn’t have a boss, you had a partner, how cool is that?
  • But you couldn’t stop worrying about other girls that worked there, so you made a formal complaint, endorsed by other women who worked there, most of them secretaries Jaehee kept contact with, she knew this could be useful eventually.

Jumin

  • You didn’t tell him, you were scared because you knew what kind of things he could do.
  • He would, idk, buy the company and make you president of it and the guy your secretary. Yes, this was exactly what he would do! And it would be so weird and senseless…
  • But you couldn’t control the gossip on his own company, he overheard some employees talking about that guy who used to work at C & R and got promoted at the company you were working.
  • He remembered the guy, he had to come to press telling C &R wouldn’t condone with women being disrespected and the guy was withdrawn for undetermined time, Jumin didn’t even know he quit during this time and was  already working somewhere.
  • He didn’t think nothing like this would ever happen to you, but he was curious and casually asked about it. “W-why do you ask?” your voice broke as soon as you opened your mouth.
  • “Nothing in particular… I was just curious, do you know him?” “Yeah, we’re at the same department.” “He is your co-worker, then?” “More like my boss…” Hmmm…
  • “MC, is there something I should know?” “N-no?” “MC…” how did he do that? He was collected and calm, his voice was monotone, he wasn’t doing anything rather than saying your name, yet you felt like he could see right through you…
  • “Jumin, I… I don’t want to talk about it…” you didn’t need to “As you wish, MC.”
  • The next day, you went to work and just saw the guy’s room empty. “Have you heard? He got fired and left the country. They say they found some things about him on his previous job at C & R…” one of your colleagues said, you definitely didn’t want to know what those things were.
  • Jumin made the HR department strict their criteria on hiring, he could never let a guy like this enter at his company again and treat the female employees like that. Oh, he did the same with the new company he bought, the one you worked (but no, he didn’t made you the president, much to your relief)

Saeyoung

  • You’ve been acting weird ever since you came back from work, you were quiet and he could swear he heard you crying in the shower, this was bad…
  • What could it be that bad that you wouldn’t even talk to him? He needed to know, he needed to help you!
  • He knew violating your privacy once more was wrong, but seeing you like this was breaking his heart, so he hacked your phone.
  • And what he found made him almost punch one of his precious computers, those gross texts from that guy along with a dick pic… that was awful!
  • And when he remembered this guy was the one you’ve been talking about, that weird dude who just got promoted. Saeyoung lost it!
  • “Don’t be mad at me, please, but I hacked into your phone and I saw the texts. Why didn’t you tell me?” “I… was afraid and ashamed, how would you react if I told you my boss sent me a photo of his dick?” “I would be pissed at him, not at you!” he hugged you and comforted you “I’ll make him pay!”
  • “No, Saeyoung, NO! I don’t want to lose my job!” “Hey, he won’t know it was you, don’t worry… we have to do something, MC, today it’s just a dick pic, tomorrow he can be much more direct, you know what I mean?” both of you were sick just to think about this…
  • So Saeyoung just sent the conversation to a person in a higher position than the guy, along with a threat: “If you don’t do something about this, I swear I’ll let everybody know about those contracts” and he sent a copy of what else he found.
  • Next day, the guy was fired, and you got his job. Saeyoung swore he had nothing to do with that and he had proof! He showed you the emails your superiors exchanged talking about how you should have been the one promoted at the first place.

Saeran

  • He knew something was off. You were acting as gloomy and distant a… well, himself.
  • He couldn’t ask you, he was afraid he might be invading your personal space or something like this.
  • But this was torturing him, you were coming from work sadder and sadder everyday.
  • So ironically, he invaded your personal space and followed you to work.
  • Only to find your boss touching your hair, his eyes rovering through your body, and what’s more agonizing: your uncomfortable expression.
  • He didn’t even think, he just caught himself over the guy punching him. “Saeran, stop it! Please!” you cried.
  • “Don’t you see she does not like it? Or you actually enjoy she’s not liking it, you fucking creep!?”
  • “Saeran…” your voice took him aback, he promised he would never let you see this side of him again, but just remembering your uncomfortable face made him see red… he tried to calm down.
  • “I’ll tell you what, asshole. If you don’t quit right now, I’ll make sure to erase this company from internet. I want to see what kind of business survives these days if they can’t be found on Google. Don’t think I won’t wreck this just like I did o your gross face!”
  • “Saeran, don’t do that…” “You are smart and competent enough to find another job wherever you please, MC. But I won’t let this guy stay in the same place with you, so It’s his choice…”
  • “Fuck this! You’re not even that hot, and your boyfriend is a freak! I’m out of this!” “Wise choice, and you’re half right on there, buddy. She is that hot, she is the hottest, actually, and yes, I’m a freak! A freak who will fucking whoop your ass if you don’t get the fuck out of here right now!” the dude went away, letting a trail of blood from his face.
  • “I’m sorry if I scared you now, it’s just… I can’t stay still letting someone treat you like this. I hope you don’t lose your job because of me…” “I’ll be fine as long as I have you” and you hugged him, he was so relieved you could not see him blushing right now.

V

  • He overheard a conversation between you and probably one of your co-workers.
  • “Yes, he tried to make a move on me again! Yeah, I keep telling him I have a boyfriend, but he doesn’t care, he said he’s the boss and I got to do what he says! I… I don’t know, but I’m pretty scared right now…”
  • He’s so mad, but in front of you he just smiles bluntly. So you two keep at that, both of you know something is really wrong, and just keep smiling trying not to worry each other.
  • But he won’t stay still knowing something bad can happen to you anytime. However, he’s really smooth.
  • So when he stopped by your work to bring you lunch, everybody liked him, even your boss, who invited him to a drink at his office.
  • “You’re the only man in your department, I suppose…” “Yeah, but it’s not as great as it looks, most of these girls are ugly, and the only decent one is pretty dumb, but hey, these are the best type, right?”
  • “I wouldn’t know, I can’t really see.” “Oh, sorry, dude. But yeah, there’s a girl here who’s very hot, but she plays hard to get, you know? It’s only a matter of time, wait and see.”
  • “I already told you I can’t really see.” His voice was low. “But there’s something here you don’t really need eyes to see. That very hot girl is not into you and she has a boyfriend, and you are a sexist jerk who’ll step away from her and from any other girl who works here if you know what’s best for you.”
  • “Or what?” V moved fast, placing his cane against the guy’s balls “Or else I’ll destroy these, since they are the only thing that you can count on to feel superior. Don’t test me.” And he got out of the office, letting the guy squirm in pain.
  • You never knew what made the guy finally back away, but deep inside you knew it had something to do with that day. He never denied or confirmed either.
BTS and Seventeen
  • [it's time for their schedule, and Jungkook goes to Yoongi's room to wake him up]
  • Jungkook: Suga hyu-
  • Jungkook: Jin-hyuuuung! Yoongi-hyung is suddenly became small.*points to small sleeping figure in Yoongi's bed*
  • Jin: What are you on about, he's always been small.*goes to check*
  • Jungkook: I know he is, but now he's tiny. Look!
  • Jin: Shit, wait... Let's actually check that its Yoongi. *nudges body* Hello? Yo-yoongi?
  • Jihoon: ...Mmmm, fuck off Seungkwan, we have a free day today. Let me fucking sleep.
  • Jin: No.1: Rude, No.2: I'm not Seungkwan, and No.3: Are you Woozi, like, from Seventeen?
  • Jihoon: Wait, you're not Seungkwan. *sits up and rubs his eyes* *he opens them and gasps* Jin sunbaenim? Jungkook sunbaenim?
  • Jungkook: Yo.
  • Jin: I get that I'm handsome enough for you to gasp, but i really need to know why you're here, and whether or not you know where our Suga is.
  • Jihoon: *Scratches head* Honestly, I can't remember how I got here. All I know is that I went drinking yesterday with Soonyoun-I mean Hoshi, and ran into J-hope Sunbaenim and Suga sunbaenim. The rest is pretty blurry.
  • Jungkook: *looks at Jin* You- do you think that Hobi-hyung accidentally brought home Woozi-hyung instead of Yoongi-hyung last night?
  • Jin: I mean, they're different heights and don't even look alike anymore because they have different hair colours? He can't be that dumb can he?
  • Jungkook: But he can.
  • Jin: ... Fuck.
  • Jihoon: Wait, this means that Soonyoung took Suga sunbaenim to the dorms instead.
  • Jungkook: Is he like hobi-hyung.
  • Jihoon: *nods meekly*
  • In unison: ... FUCK.
  • --
  • [at SVT's dorm]
  • Soonyoung: WAIT! YOU'RE NOT MY WOOZI!
  • Yoongi: Listen kid, I've been telling you that for the past hour. Just freaking call me a cab, I need to get home. I need to kill Hobi.

anonymous asked:

Hi, do you know if there's anything in astrology to explain why I absolutely cannot sleep during a full moon, ever? Even when I've deliberately messed up the phases in my calendar so I'm not aware of it, I just cannot sleep. I sleep well otherwise but for like 3-4 days around a full moon, I just can't. :( Can you think of anything I could look to for reasons? I've learned to live with it but it's still shit and I'd just like an explanation. Sorry this is probably really off topic.

it’s crazy that you ask that because i’ve been experiencing the same thing and i bet a lot of people are too. this is the first time i’ve had trouble sleeping during a full moon period and i think i know exactly why

so this full moon…is quite special. why? looking at the position of the planets on december 3rd, there are two tight squares between the full moon and neptune, and the sagittarius sun and neptune. then this is all connected by an opposition between the full moon and sun. this forms what is called a t-square, there’s immense tension between these planets. from this, we can conclude that neptune is the focal planet during this powerful full moon, and therefore will be supercharged with energy. here’s a chart to help you see the moon-neptune-sun tsquare better!

now how does this effect us? neptune (and the 12th house) rules the unconscious. it rules the realm beyond the physical world. it our sleep and dreams. with so much tension in this planet, it makes sense that sleep patterns will be rocky during this time. dreams will also be extremely vivid and even unusual.

in my case, my dreams lately have been consistently violent and quite disturbing. i go check my transits for dec 3rd and guess what: full moon conjunct my natal mars. i encourage you guys to do the same and see which house this full moon will fall in to see areas of ur life that will be affected. see what natal planets it forms aspects with as their energies and themes will be especially prevalent in your life in the upcoming weeks.

this is especially true in individuals with a lot of neptune or pisces influence. people with neptune in the 1st, 3rd, 6th, 8th, 10th, and 12th house (houses that rule our thought and physical being) will feel it strongly. pisces suns/moons/risings may feel a spiritual disturbance during this time. people with major planets in the 12th house as well. also people strong sun/moon-neptune aspects. (i have neptune in the 1st, for reference) anon, do you by chance have moon in the 4th, 8th, or 12th or major cancer placements? those may cause you to feel lunar events strongly.

this article from one of my fave astro blogs (astrologyking.com/full-moon-december-2017) goes into much more detail and is really spot on. hope this helped! 🌙✨

8

I know it’s Christmas and I don’t want to be posting this first thing but…

I couldn’t sleep and I go on Twitter and I see this shit.

And I’m really sad now.

. @thisiseverydayracism @thisiswhiteculture @mixedgirlrants

raythrill  asked:

Hey I know it's been a while but I just want to tell you I CAN'T STOP LOOKING AT THAT ART OF HLEXANDER, I AM SO IN LOVE WITH YOUR STYLE THANK YOU AGAIN!!!!

╰( ・ ᗜ ・ )╯YOU ARE SUPER WELCOME!

“Bang”
After countless attempts at making a slightly realistic aesthetic for Vegeta…and ending up with a big-headed-Italian-looking Vegeta… This is my first satisfactory result. 🙌 I found my inspiration in @nickbateman …if he isn’t the ideal image for Vegeta, I don’t know who is. (the topic is free for debate) Lol Plus, his facial hair is impeccable. 😍 Aaaaand I completely horribly suck and drawing hands… First hand angle that I actually like.

BTS as Things My Friends Said/Did
  • Namjoon: *breaks something I had to fix a few minutes ago* *goes to get my superglue that is there solely because they break so much stuff*
  • Seokjin: *eats my entire kitchen* "Can we go out to dinner now?"
  • Yoongi: *sleeps vigorously*
  • Hoseok: "You know your friendship is good when there are rumors that you're gay."
  • Jimin: "Make sure you get the trophies in the background so they know I'm accomplished."
  • Taehyung: "I don't think dinosaurs would have dress codes, see the fingertip rule doesn't apply to them because they have short arms right? I can't wear a skirt but dinosaurs could just wear no pants at all."
  • Jungkook: *memes so hard they fall down*
Internal Dialogue
  • Bucky: "I'm with you till the end of the line,"
  • Bucky: fuck
  • Bucky: was that too much homo
  • Bucky: shit shit shit
  • Bucky: ok keep cool you can do this just-
  • Bucky: I know what to do
  • Bucky: "pal,"
EXO When The World Ends
  • Suho: Where's God? I'll pay him so He can stop this. I'm still building my empire.
  • Yixing: Does anybody know where my passport is? I'm moving to Uranus.
  • Sehun: WHERE'S VIVI
  • Chanyeol: GET THE JETPACKS WE'RE MOVING TO MARS
  • Baekhyun: CHANYEOL WAIT I CAN'T FIND MY EYELINER
  • Jongin: *sleeping & doesn't give a shit*
  • Minseok: Thank God. I'm too old for life anyway
  • Jongdae: Aw man this sucks there's still so much shit left to do
  • Kyungsoo: I knew this would happen. If only you fools listened to me you would've saved yourselves sooner, but idiots don't deserve salvation anyway. Now suffer.
When Your Dad Owns A Garage
  • Girl: My dad owns a garage.
  • Guy: So.
  • Girl: It's a big parking garage, like the really big ones you see downtown.
  • Guy: Shit, what's he need it for?
  • Girl: I don't know. It's not used for anything. It's just closed, as far as I know.
  • Guy: Okay, so are you going anywhere with this?
  • Girl: No.
  • Guy: Then why even bring it up?
  • *at the parking garage*
  • Amorphous Blob: *sleeping among trashcans in the garage*
  • You: *nudges amorphous blob awake*
  • Amorphous Blob: YAWN. GOODNESS, ONE MUST HAVE SLUMBERED BEYOND OUR TYPICAL CIRCADIAN REFRAINS. ONE YEARNS FOR THE ESSENCE OF SOMEONE SUCH AS OUR SELVES, PERHAPS ONES BLESSED WITH ABILITIES SUCH AS TO MAKE THEMSELVES MASTER SONAMBULES. AH, FANTASIES, IF ANY CURSED FUTURE COULD LEAD TO SUCH A THING THEN WE COULD AVOID SUCH VULGAR EMBARRASSMENTS UNBEFITTING OF ONE WITH THE TITLE OF PRINCE. *shivers* OH, MY ICHOR, IT QUIVERS. *peers over the edge parking garage at the street below* PERHAPS, ONE SUCH AS MYSELF?
  • *a vaguely humanoid conglomeration of magnetized kitchen knives walks along wearing a conspicuous hat and trenchcoat*
  • Amorphous Blob: AH, IT'S SIMPLY SOMETHING OF A LOWLY EXISTENCE. BUT ANOMALOUS ALL THE SAME, ONE SUPPOSES! *materializes a handkerchief and waves it overhead* LESSER ONE, LESSER ONE!
  • Knife Guy: *looks above*
  • Amorphous Blob: YOU HAVE NOTICED US, NO DOUBT NOW. DO NOT BE INTIMIDATED BY OUR DAINTY BEAUTY.
  • Knife Guy: ...
  • Amorphous Blob: IT HAS BEEN SO LONG SINCE ONE HAS HELD SUCH A LONG CONVERSATION WITH ANY ONE ADJACENT TO OUR KIN. BE BLESSED, LESSER ONE, AS MOST ENCOUNTERS WE HAVE HAD WITH OUR KIN HAS ENDED IN DISASTER, LESSER ONE. WE DEVOURED THEM, LESSER ONE. AND WE ARE NO JESTER OF THE TONGUE. SUCH A THING IS UNBECOMING OF A PRINCE, AND ONE MUST ADMIT WITH SOME EMBARRASSMENT THAT WE ARE LAME OF POETIC WIT AND UNABLE TO WEAVE SUCH AN INTRICATE TALE. WITH THE CONVICTION OF A SAINT AND THE HONOR OF ONE'S PRINCELY TITLE UPON OUR BOSOM WE ASSURE YOU OF THE BRUTAL OBJECTIVITY OF MY... I-I MEAN OUR STATEMENTS.
  • Knife Guy: *slowly transforms into a normal looking street bench*
  • Amorphous Blob: GOODNESS, TO DISGRACE ONE'S PRESENCE WITH SUCH VULGAR GESTURES.
  • *girl and guy walk down the street*
  • Amorphous Blob: UGH, HUMANS. ONE'S LOVE IS THE ONLY MEMBER OF THEIR DREADFUL LINEAGE ONE CAN LONGER TOLERATE. HOW I YEARN FOR HE.
  • Girl: This is it.
  • Guy: It's creepy.
  • Girl: Yeah.
  • Guy: Why does your dad do nothing but buy creepy buildings.
  • Girl: Because he's creepy.
  • Guy: Your dad IS creepy...
  • Girl: ...
  • Guy: ...
  • Girl: *takes a seat* So, how long have we known each other now? Like a year?
  • Guy: Yeah, and.
  • Girl: I don't know. I'm trying to be more friendly with you.
  • Guy: Why, we're friendly enough.
  • Girl: I know you have some issue with me.
  • Guy: What if I do, why do you care?
  • Girl: Because I want people to like me.
  • Amorphous Blob: THIS IS BORING.
  • Guy: Well, if this is the type of shit you do to try to make people like you, it's no wonder nobody can stand you.
  • Girl: People like me.
  • Guy: They don't. I'm going to be honest because it's going to help you. You're a bitch. You're stuck up and condescending. You treat us all like shit and then expect us to baby you and we're getting tired of it.
  • Girl: Shut the fuck up. You don't know what the fuck you're talking about. Don't project your shitty life onto me.
  • Guy: Heh, you're really making me like you right now.
  • Girl: Fuck you! *lunges at the guy with a kitchen knife, stabbing him in the neck*
  • Guy: *pulls the knife from his neck* *gurgles*
  • Girl: Wha-what did I just do? I didn't have that knife. I swear. I never I had it. I-
  • Guy: *stabs the girl in the skull*
  • Girl: *dead*
  • Guy: *falls over dead*
  • Amorphous Blob: BOO. I SAW IT COMING. THERE WAS A BETTER ONE YOU WHERE KILLED THEM BY MAKING THEM DRIVES CARS MADE OUT OF KNIVES INTO EACH OTHER. IT WAS MOST CERTAINLY THE BETTER BAD END.
  • *the girl and the guy stand up and morph into knife guys*
  • Knife Guy: Hey fuck you.
  • Amorphous Blob: GASP!
  • Knife Girl: Yeah, fuck you.
  • Other Knife Guy: Racist bitch.
  • Amorphous Blob: RACIST? I-I MEAN ONE WOULD NEVER BE SUCH A THING. WE ARE A PRINCE! A BEING OF THE WORLD.
  • Knife Girl: Whatever. Let's get the fuck out of here.
  • Other, Knife Guy: I can't believe this shit, it's 2017.
  • Knife Guy: Yeah, what is this 1984 the book.
  • Other Knife Guy: How does 1984 even relate to this situation.
  • Knife Guy: I don't know, but fuck racism.
  • Knife Girl: Yeah, fuck racism.
  • Knife Guy: Fuck racism.
  • *they walk off*
  • Amorphous Blob: HMPH. ONE LOSES NO SLEEP OVER THE GRIEVANCES OF THOSE BENEATH OUR SAINTLY STATURE. WE ARE A PRINCE, AFTER ALL. AND OUR PRINCELY TITLE ENSURES US OF A HIGH POSITION IN THIS WORLD. NOW, ONE BELIEVES WE DESERVE AN EXTENDED SLUMBER AMONG THE TRASHCANS IN THIS DILAPIDATED AND ABANDONED OPEN ROOF PARKING GARAGE. ONE MUST HAVE OUR BEAUTY SLEEP AFTER ALL.

A Realization: Reddie?

A little explanation- so I’ve been writing about expericnes in my life a lot as a way to like, make me feel better about them??? Idk it’s just a thing I’ve been doing but I always end up deleting them for space on my phone so it becomes a pointless indevor. So I thought it may be a good idea to place my writings with characters I relate to the experience. So here are my drabbles. Lemme know if y'all want more ig??? Yeah.

Warnings// mentions of violence, blood, underaged drinking.

Desc: The moment Richie admits his feelings

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Richie leaned his head against the porcelain tiles that covered the shower wall. He watched the the clear water morph murky red before running down the drain. It stung his face, but he was hardly paying attention to the physical pain, he couldn’t. The large split in Richie’s cheek and his nose continue to leak blood, the red immediately being washed away from the water beating down on him. He couldn’t comprehend wow he had thrown himself into the physicality so easily, why he hadn’t just walked away, why he hadn’t just told Eddie to walk away. No, instead he decided that throwing a punch at the football player would be a better idea. He had won the small altercation but still walked away with injury that could have been avoided. Richie hadn’t been thinking, when the male had said anything about him he would have let it slide, no questions asked, but when he started to target Eddie everything changed. ‘Fag.’, that’s all it took for Richie to be on him in seconds. He remembered Eddie screaming for them to stop, but Richie refused. He refused to let it go, he had always been hard headed but something came over him this time around that he was unable to place. Why couldn’t he just let it go?

He knew full well why.

He’d always known.

But he’d never admit it, barley even to himself, and of course, not to anyone else.

He loved him.

God he loved him so much it hurt. He’d been helplessly in love with Eddie for as long as he could remember. He first started to realize it when they were younger, the wrenching anger that tore at Richie every time Henry Bowers so much as looked at Eddie the wrong way. He remembers when his feelings were first solidified, when he truly realized how helpless he was.


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They were 16, sitting on Eddie’s roof, something that had become a regular activity. Richie had been a little tipsy the first time he’d decided it would be a good idea so Eddie had no choice but to follow him out in order to keep him from doing something even stupider. 'What if you fall? RICHIE OH MY GOD NO GET BACK IN HERE I SWEAR-’. When they had gotten up there Eddie actually liked how peaceful it was, the quite, the stars. Eddie loved it and Richie just enjoyed being around Eddie and doing stupid shit so they kept with the activity. They had started bringing blankets up with them when the fall weather had hit to stay warm, this time bringing a small radio along as well. Eddie laid out on top of the slanted roof next to Richie, staring at the stars. Eddie had found it was to cold and he pressed himself against Richie to try and keep warm. Richie was immensely flustered by this but didn’t protest. He had absentmindedly begun playing with Eddie’s hair. Something about the moment just made everything so clear to him. Africa by toto played at a low volume on the old radio in the background, the light of the moon lit up Eddies face perfectly, he was smiling contently. Richie stared at him with wide eyes, he sweated that he’d memorized every single freckle, scar, mark on Eddies face. But now it seemed different, the pale light that framed him so beautifully. Perfect. That’s all Richie could use to describe Eddie, perfect. He was about to confess just how he felt, in this moment he couldn’t help it, he had to, it was a better time then ever. But he noticed Eddies eyes had drifted shut, and the light snore that came from him. Richie couldn’t help but smile even though he’d missed his chance. He stood, carefully picking up Eddie as to not wake him. It wasn’t easy trying to carry the other boy through the window without waking him but of course Richie would say it was. He placed Eddie on his bed, gazing at him a few moments longer, before leaving out the window he initially came through. He jumped down onto the fan he used to climb up, heading home before morning broke, knowing that if Eddie’s mom caught him there he’d be a dead man. He couldn’t sleep that night, to lost in thought. That was the moment, the moment he could no longer lie to himself. He was in love with Eddie Kaspbrak.

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Richie took a shaky inhale, the hot water eventually ran cold due to the length of time he stayed in. He turned off the water, getting out. The now bruised splits in his face stinging against the cold air. He deamed it worth it.

  • Someone: Are you okay?
  • Me: No, I'm not. Do you ever think about Ahk feeling all the pain on every anniversary of his death? Do you ever think about Larry trying to sleep through the day but he can't 'cause his soulmate will feel like shit all night long and there's nothing he can do? Do you ever think about that fucking night guard singing or telling stories while trying not to cry 'cause his love is laying down, feeling scared as fuck. And even if Larry knows that no, he can't stop the pain from happen, there's still a little part of him that feels like he failed (again) someone he loves. Because I'm not selfish, and I do.
  • Finn: I'm not bunking with him again !
  • Rey: Finn, it's not that bad.
  • Finn: Last night in his sleep he said: "Satan, this is my bagel, get your own."
  • Rey: We all say weird things in our-
  • Finn: He woke me up at 3:00 am and asked if I wanted to play shoots and ladders and when I said no he chuckled ominously and said, "all according to plan."
  • Rey: .....
  • Finn: Rey, I know he's like your doppelganger or some shit, but I can't do this. I can't room with someone who I'm pretty sure tried to summon the fae.

Me and @talortut were talking about something that made me realize something.

Back in grade school literally everyone reads the outsiders. But you know that moment. That one moment where all the talk of Ponyboy having a headache, tacking aspirin, telling Twobit not to tell anyone. When he gets home and it compares him to a “scared animal. When shit goes down and Ponyboy just collapses.

This is the stuff that started it all. Sure kids shows and movies will have sick episodes and injury, but it’s so mild. This shit was realistic. This is what started it. Do you know how many times I’ve reread the middle chapters because of Ponyboy getting sick? So many