hello! darkness my old friend revising basic trigonometry for the advanced one i’m taking this semester *sobs* i think conic section is the only topic i did well after attending senior high school (ಠ_ಠ)
You threw your drenched backpack, filled with the school books that have drowned a couple of time, in the corner of the apartment door. The small, homely apartment that you shared with your boyfriend. Both of you and Jungkook were college students and juggled with a part-time job to afford the rent together. Since you and him didn’t want to live among the crowded students in the University’s dorm.
The apartment was placed nearby the sea, making the rents much more expensive. However, the clear view over the Busan sea was unforgettable. Although they forbid pets especially dogs. There’s a big red sign right outside of the door with no dogs allowed. Of course, Jungkook being Jungkook got quite offended by that.
At the same time, no one can know what Jungkook really is. It’s best to keep it as a secret.
As I’ve mentioned before, I was raised in a strict Christian household. It was full of love, but it was also a house that didn’t like Ellen DeGeneres or Rosie O'Donnell simply because they were gay. A house that would turn off the tv when the lesbian episodes of Friends were on (while I ran to the tv in my room and pressed “mute” to see it). One that would roll their eyes at the idea of gay marriage. Parents that meant well and just went by what they were taught, wanting us to grow up with something to believe. I remember sobbing in high school, thinking they would absolutely kill me. Things slowly started changing when I was 16+.
My Mom was the one who asked if I was gay. She was my biggest supporter, my secret keeper, and the one I told everything to. My Dad? He went from not wanting me to come out, to protect me, to telling everyone he knows if they ask if I’m “dating any new guys” - because that’s simply who I am. In his words “why hide it? Who cares?”. My Mom came to me about Carol on her own, wanting to watch it to see the love story. When gay marriage was legalized, I called my Mom sobbing. She was sobbing with me, after yelling “YES! THANK GOD” in front of all of her friends.
After being raised to hate who I was, not even allowing it to be an option - to now, my Mother texting me just now saying “Do you have any more Human Rights Campaign stickers like you have on your car? I want one on mine”
Change is a beautiful thing. Believe in it and believe in people.
I see a lot of negative
posts about what people forget about in The Outsiders, so I decided to make a more positive one.
😄 Darry called Ponyboy “baby” when Ponyboy asked if he would be put into a boys home. Darry replied with “I don’t know, baby. I just don’t know.” How sweet! It makes me wanna cry!
😄 Ponyboy also had a lot of middle class friends at school.
😄 Ponyboy was upset because he thought he never called for Darry in the hospital, but Sodapop told him he actually did!
😄 Sodapop and Darry had never lost a fight before (I’m not sure if this is a “nice” thing, but hey, good for them!)
😄 After Dally died, Steve was about to fall to the ground while sobbing, but then Sodapop caught him and soothed him! 😭
😄 After Johmny died and Dallas ran off, Ponyboy was stumbling around town all by himself. Then a super nice stranger asked if he was ok, and gave him a ride.
😄 While in the stranger’s car Ponyboy got blood on the seat. The stranger just told Ponyboy not to worry about it, and that his car has been through much worse.
😄 Unlike the Shepard and Brumley gangs who will only get worse as they get older, Ponyboy knew that his friends and him will only get better as they grow up.
😄 Dallas had a cousin that lived in Windrixville. I feel like it’s nice to know that Dallas still had some family members still in contact with him.
😄 When Steve’s cousin came to visit, none of the boys were rude or talked dirty to her. The boys are respectful to girls at school and girls who are the family/cousin type.
😄 Jerry was a super duper awesome dude. While in the ambulance, Jerry let Ponyboy tell him everything that had happened, and Jerry did not judge him or Johnny and Dallas one bit. He also stayed with Ponyboy the entire time to make sure he was ok. Jerry is much more than just the fat guy that couldn’t fit through the window at the church!!!
😄 Dallas was afraid he had killed Ponyboy after hitting his back in order to stop the fire on his jacket. He was actually really upset about it, and was so happy when he saw Ponyboy was ok.
😄 Ponyboy hates it when women get sworn at or when they cry.
😄 Okay so in the beginning of the story Ponyboy says he doesn’t like people with green eyes. But after him and Cherry have a chat and he realizes that him and Cherry will always see the same sunset, he makes a comment that Cherry has green eyes. This shows how Ponyboy has learned that not all socs are bad, just like how not all people with green eyes are bad.
Stardew Valley Art Dump Part 1!!!!! After cleaning up my art folder I realized I had so much SV art I never posted so here are a few!!! I kinda wanna finish a few of them ;o; The pics have their own captions for what I was thinking when I was drawing them! Please excuse me if I accidently repost any drawings without knowing :8
Hi, dollface! I’m your CSSV and had so much fun writing this for you. I’ve enjoyed our little chats over the last few weeks and I hope you enjoy the story. I tried to put as many little touches of you in it as I could.
The knock came at 2:05. It was tentative, barely pulling Killian
out of a dreamless sleep and for a moment, he thought he’d imagined it.
Fuzzy-brained, he was a second away from chalking it up to a rattling pipe or
noise from the street when another knock came, this one more insistent.
Tossing the covers off and cursing as he kicked his feet
free from the tangled sheet, he padded through the living room, throwing the
deadbolt and dramatically pulling the door open, ready to give his untimely
visitor hell while wearing nothing more than a pair of boxer briefs and a
The piss and vinegar was short-lived when his eyes fell onto
the figure standing in the hallway.
Her face was red and blotchy with strands of blonde hair
sticking to tear tracks. A cheap diaper bag, stretched to the limits and
overflowing, was slung over her shoulder, one of those infant car seats
designed for carrying at her feet, the baby inside asleep.
Chin lifting just enough to convey some measure of pride, her eyes wouldn’t rise enough meet his. When she spoke it was to the dog
tags resting on his chest.