So, I wrote something! yay! Anyways, this is for a head cannon I read on @incorrectprinxietyquotes and yea. It might not be the best but I wrote a thing. I am so proud of myself.
It started off with a little note here and there a little reminder or compliment.
One said, ‘Missy, You look nice today’ after a bad day
Another after Prince watched a sad movie, 'Prince, Don’t forget to smile’
While Logic was getting too involved with a project, 'Logic, Your shift starts at noon’
The next was when Morality was having trouble remembering things that day, 'Morality, Your turn to cook’
One after Pranks forgot to clean up a prank, 'Pranks, don’t forget to clean up after your latest prank’
Another when Imaj. was feeling doubtful, 'You’re doing a wonderful job Imaj.’
Naturally, everyone assumed it was Morality. They also thought it was Missy but they weren’t misleading.
Morality just went along with it even though he knew who it was, but just to keep up appearances. He wrote little notes for Anxiety as well, because he knew how embarrassed he would be if the others found out and how anxious he was about that happening. So, he played along when the others thanked him for the little notes, and put ones out for Anxiety, reminding him to eat or a small thank you here and there.
He never gets to see the way Anxiety smiles at the little notes that he left him. He also doesn’t know that Anxiety sees each and every reaction to the note he left for the others. But Morality knows that doing this, however, small it makes Anxiety very happy. Whether it is the notes Morality left or the reactions to the others.
No one else ever figured out that it wasn’t really Dad, but that was fine. Everyone was happy with the situation. Dad was happy to leave it at that.
centuries-old, slightly demonic & terrifying entity, surrounded by an ominous glow:
so...... do we have a deal?
yeah! yes! of course! absolutely! i'd shake your hand but i can't really.. locate, ah... that... are you free for dinner later? didn't have breakfast or lunch & i feel like selling my soul is an occasion that calls for like.. SOME kind of celebration, y'know
Okay, so I don’t really do the whole “personal update” thing, but in case anyone was wondering, yes I DID in fact spend 10 hours today working out, BY EAR WITH NO TABS OR ANYTHING, a fingerstyle guitar cover of Make Me a Robot by Tessa Violet, having heard the song for the first time ever last night, and not having the means to listen to it again whilst working it out. I want death. But I’m also really proud of myself.
I feel like I have to scrape on here to feel good about anything I’m doing. I feel like a shadow. I feel like I can’t contribute any longer, which is why if you guys were wondering why I’m having so many doubts and so many temptations of giving up my everything on tumblr. I’ve never felt this shitty about my stuff ever and I can’t seem to escape it. I just want warm hugs and noodles and you guys I love you all so much, as much as I can behind a screen. I’m sorry I haven’t been up to par lately. Ive slacked so much
i thought we were doing good. i thought we were getting better. i thought SHE was getting better.
i left early because i didn’t want to cry in front of other people. i was so upset by the fact that we wasted so much time getting nothing done. and i felt really bad about it. and i started crying.
and she got upset with me for leaving early. and i started crying in the car and she ignored it for a good five minutes until i was shaking and sobbing and when i told her that it was unfair she got even more angry with me. she said i was overreacting and that i had no place to be upset or “be the victim” and she kept saying things that made me feel even worse so i just kept crying.
she said i was being immature and selfish and i said she also was and that i appreciated that she tried today but i wanted her to understand that she upset me with how she treated me after the fact. she was so angry with me. when we were pulling into the driveway she was like “oh what you’re gonna jump out and not talk to me for the rest of the day now?” and you know what? yes. yes i am.
i don’t get it. i don’t get it. why was she so angry at me for getting upset. i’m not fucking leaving my room until she apologizes. she needs to understand that brushing off my feelings and telling me i don’t get to feel like an inconvenience doesn’t help but it actually hurts even more.
i want her to apologize. i hope scott talks some sense into her. i hope she actually feels bad about this.
I have this really stupid problem, I don't want to be a lesbian. I see het couples both real and fictional and think "I want that". I know that the truth is that relationships are as varied as people, there's no actual hetero ideal that exists in life to strive for, that's just not what real relationships are like. But for some reason I still can't shake this feeling. When I see really happy, charming het couples I just feel this irrational sense of loss, and I don't know how to stop feeling it.
a lot of lesbians wish they weren’t lesbian because of lack of representation, and passive and active cultural hostility against lesbians just existing. there’s so many depictions and iterations of hetero relationships. lesbians are usually evil or killed off early. or both.
i’ve known so many lesbians who couldn’t figure out what their own relationships were supposed to be like, if they finally had a chance to be in them, and how afraid they were of replicating toxic hetero dynamics. because lesbians are always seen as less-than women, and now even liberals tell us that we’re “just like cishet men”.
your message doesn’t tell me much about you so i can’t tell if you’ve ever been in a relationship with another woman. it’s some kind of revelation, especially if its your first one and a good one. it’s not that it changes the world, but it changes how you look at the world and relate to it. for me it sharpened my insight that all the real problems with being a lesbian are wholly external. did it cancel out my homophobia-induced depression, no. but there wasn’t that sense of, i can never have “that”, whatever i’d thought “that” was.
if you’re into reading, may i suggest reading books by lesbian writers? real lesbian writers. read their poems, read their histories, read books compiling their letters to each other. it’s relatively easier and cheaper to write, since all you need is pen and paper, and it’s usually not a collaborative art form so its more independent. lesbian writing provides a window into lesbian experience in its varied forms. there’s loneliness, desire, humor, intelligence, mutuality. it’s everything we keep getting told we aren’t or can’t have. it’s just books, so it’s cold comfort sometimes, but it’s a start.