Steve: I was fresh out of the ice and… Mary was the only one that seemed to understand that..I’m 17. I’m not an adult. I was scared as hell and she was exactly what I needed.I promised Mary I’d look out for him. I don’t take promises lightly. The Parkers mean a lot to me.
Talking about wives, what do you think about alleged Uru's wife being stalked? I mean if she really posted everything on internet then it is her fault. But I personally thing THAT KIND OF STALKING and being proud of that is mental.
Oh boy. I guess I couldn’t stay out of this topic for long. Get ready for a very long response. NOTE that my response is towards everyone and the Uruha rumors in general. If anyone wants to personally get offended by it then by all means, I don’t care. But I’ll be saying some harsh but truthful stuff. Sorry anon, but you’re asking me about a rumor that gets me heated and I’m not going to come off so nice lol let’s go.
First of all, this rumor has been around literally for YEARS, so I pray it dies already and everyone gives it a rest. For fucks sake drop it already. Please. Secondly, it isn’t her fault. That’s how I feel. >>Stalking is never okay<< By saying it’s her fault for posting everything online, it’s like saying she should have never been allowed to post anything in the first place just by being rumored to be the wife of a bandmen. She’s sharing photos of her dogs, her life, and whatever else she wants to on HER blog and from what I have seen, she crosses out the faces of anyone in it to keep the privacy. She isn’t full on saying who she is with. Don’t say it’s her fault. >>It’s the people who can’t mind their own business fault.<< And I don’t like hearing about the BLACK MORAL merch as evidence, that’s honestly one of the worst excuses cause there are male fans too. And don’t even start on the moles.
We have to stop blaming people for why they’re getting stalked, it’s ridiculous. That type of blaming happens with so many situations too. And no one should be proud of stalking another person. Then bringing more people into the issue? Leave Aya alone. Get a damn life. Reality check to fans: you aren’t going to marry a GazettE member and whether or not they’re married isn’t your issue. Just pray for their happiness.
***Uruha’s personal private life has NOTHING to do with me, you, and all fans. It is not our place to invade his PRIVATE life. Yes, being seen as single makes him more appealing and more marketable in the industry but his life isn’t OURS. It’s only a concern if he quits his job and stops giving us music. It’s totally okay to wonder about it, but not in a creepy, insane way. Rather, a caring “i hope he’s doing well’ way.***
He’s in a band. He’s a guitarist. We should focus on the music. All I want for him is to be happy. If that lady really is his wife then I really hope that he’s happy at the moment and they’re living a good life. These guys are getting fucking old. They need marriages with a loving and trusting person.
Please everyone, calm the heck down.
And that is how I feel about the stalking and the rumors. Stop stalking. And don’t be proud of staking.
oh darling i have coloured blood (that i stole from you)
A/N: so this is for deadgwen & deadparker, who have, by some freak accident, let me into their squad. honestly, these are two of the most blazing, brilliant girls ive ever talked to in the history of ever. mils, andy, i simply adore you. sorry for this and its overwhelming shittiness
He is rather like God, if God had psycho hair and pointy
elbows. And a back where she can see all of the knobs of his spine, covered in
pale skin. And if God had an annoying habit of clicking his tongue. He isn’t
like God at all actually, now that she thinks about it. Don’t tell him she said
that, he’ll be a shit about it.
They met in uni.
She’s dancing on the bar because she’s drunk and has only
recently realised she’s falling apart because she’s too small for her life. He
joins her because he’s pissed and his mates are cheering him on. The whole thing
is a red and gold mess in her mind, one minute she’s flailing alone, and the
next he’s covering every space.
They end up getting kicked out and his mates collapse on a
park bench with her in tow. The one called Sirius throws his arm around her
shoulders and calls her ‘a red empire’. She doesn’t know what that is but she
falls in love with it anyway, so she doesn’t care that he throws up on her two
minutes later. Remus falls of the park bench and takes Peter with him, landing
hard on the gravel. The one who danced with her on the bar- James- pulls her
hair and takes off his shoes for no reason before they all fall asleep in the
middle of a park on a park bench, jumbled together. When she wakes up she’s
forgotten all their names, but they shout her breakfast at the diner across the
road so it doesn’t really matter.
They end up meeting at the bar the very next week and
getting horrifically drunk in the exact same fashion, except this time she
wasn’t dancing on the bar but singing poorly into an empty vodka bottle while
Remus and Sirius gave her a standing ovation. Peter finds the keys to her
apartment and they all collapse inside, falling asleep on her hallway runner.
She wakes up with James’s elbow in her mouth, Sirius’s foot up her arse and twenty
minutes late her first lecture. She swears, and Remus looks up and sneezes in
her face. Sirius is laughing so hard he decides ‘not to go the class because he
won’t see anything better than that all day’.
That is how they begin, drinking and dancing and singing and
falling asleep in inappropriate places. And then they figure out they can just
get drunk at her apartment because it’s cheaper and they can destroy a lot more
property. Peter makes eggs in her
microwave and Sirius eats them all while Peter’s in the bathroom. Remus plays
darts except the darts are her forks and the target is her exam schedule pinned
to the wall. Her roommate, Anna, does not appreciate the holes in the wall when
she gets home, but Remus keeps doing it. James drinks milk straight from the
carton and while his head is tipped back Sirius slaps the bottom of the carton and
milk goes everywhere. James threatens to sue while Peter yells from the couch that
he deserved it for drinking out of the carton in the first place like an animal.
James lies on her couch and when she gets back from her chemical
reactions lecture and launches into an in depth analysis about the Jeremy Kyle
episode he’s just spent all day watching on her television. Then Sirius wanders
in and says his family should go on that show. Remus appears and then Peter and
suddenly they’re all in her apartment and into her clothes and into her hair. They’re
everywhere, seeping in through her like rain covered clothes, sticking to her
skin. They’re remarkably with easy to like, these boys. They are just
remarkable in general.
She makes Remus run through her chemistry flashcards while she’s
prepping for the quiz in the morning, and by the afternoon he’s taken all her
notes and immersed himself in piles upon piles of chemistry notes because he
wanted to understand what he was quizzing her on. This is possibly the weirdest
thing anyone has ever done, due to the fact that Remus is a law student who doesn’t
even take chemistry but she goes with it because all these boys are insane.
James tells her that he hates chemistry because it’s science and science is ‘the
most boring thing on the planet ever and that includes Pete’s stories about his
damn ukulele.’ She tells him that he looks like a frog with hair and glasses. Sirius
high-fives her from where he’s lying flat on her coffee table.
James is around most often actually, spreading his art
history papers across her coffee table and chewing on the tips of pencils. She
has a theory that this will turn his brain green, and tells him. He takes the
pencil out of his mouth and throws it at her. He spends a lot of time talking
staring at paintings full of colour, and she adores them, these chunks of
colour that don’t have shape but feeling instead. James calls it lazy, he says:
‘Lily, it’s not hard to paint a bunch of colours. It’s a lot more difficult to
paint a person or a landscape, that’s real art’
She’s looking at the painting when she says: ‘maybe. But I
think it’s a lot harder to capture a feeling than a concrete thing’
She looks up and finds him sort of looking at her weird, so
she picks up the discarded pencil and throws it at his head. Part of the reason
why she likes the paintings is because they remind her of why she actual became
interested in chemistry in the first place, all of the colours the final
reactions made. She’s didn’t give a shit about particle bonds or isotopes; she
just had a thing for grey smoke and fluorescent liquids that spilt over the edges
of glass cylinders. But naturally when she says this out loud Sirius just says ‘Lil
has a hard-on for colours’, and goes back to eating her chips.
Anna starts labelling the food in the fridge with the label
maker she stole from her mother, in retaliation Sirius and Peter write ‘FOOD IS SHARED PROPRETY’
underneath every label in sharpie. When Remus points out that food is
technically not shared property, he is shouted down. James decides they need to
go clubbing, so she puts on her tallest pair of shoes and so much lipstick its
almost weighing her face down. They crowd the dance floor and she swears she
can see some sort of point to all of this crap in the pounding lights, but it was
just the reflection of Remus’s watch, so she drinks more and shakes her head when
she dances like it might make her brain disconnect from its wires so she can
stop thinking. She ends up screaming down the street perched on Sirius’s back
as he runs, the others sprinting behind them laughing so loud that dogs start
barking. She feels as if she is a moment that will ether make or break her
life, so she screams to and grins at James when he runs next to her, all white
teeth and luminous heart.
It’s rather strange because when she was in high school she couldn’t
wait to get out and see the world, she wanted to go to university, study chem,
then graduate and move to a city big enough that no one would know her name. But
now she’s in university and everything is so much bigger than in the pictures,
she feels lost in all of this space. She doesn’t say it out loud but she feels
like they may already know, it’s in the way Remus kisses her forehead when he
leaves sometimes, or how Peter throws her an apple for breakfast, when Sirius
calls her ‘Lilium’ or when she’s leaning on James’s shoulder and can feel his
heartbeat through his shirt.
Anna moves out at the start of the next month because she’s ‘sick
of all of your boys hanging around and stealing my food’. Peter offers her the
half-empty bag of cheerio’s he’s eating just before she goes and she rolls her
eyes, utterly disgusted. Sirius and James move in to cover rent and Peter says
that he would move in, but his mum really needs him at the house. This then
means that everyone has to tease Peter about still living at home, and Anna
drives away unnoticed while James and Remus prance around pretending to be
Peter and saying things like ‘Mummy dearest’. Later, when Remus is back in the
dorms, Peter is back with ‘Mummy dearest’ and Sirius has passed out cold on the
couch on account of trying to chug a whole carton of chocolate milk, James
helps her pack up the kitchen. She sits on the bench passing things for him to
put in the higher cupboards and feels so lucky to know him when he is this
exact person. This exact person who makes her laugh and watches Jeremy Kyle and
helps her pack up her kitchen at one thirty in the morning. She feels something
twist in her stomach when she looks at him, but doesn’t quite know what it
James’s starts painting his final art project and Remus goes
nuts about exams. He sees any minute where he isn’t revising as a minute
wasted, carting around heavy law books and calling Sirius ‘an accident of the
highest proportion’ when he hides his flashcards. Peter is doing a travel and tourism
degree, and sees watching the travel channel as ‘studying’. In the middle of it
all she turns twenty-one, and they throw her a party with cake and lots of
games of darts. She refuses to allow them to get her gifts because she doesn’t need
any more crap in her flat, but when goes upstairs to find a bundle of white
lily’s with the note ‘shut up and accept
my shitty gift Lilium’ stapled to one of the leaves. She sits on her bed
for a minute grinning, because Sirius Black has the loveliest heart she’s ever
seen. She goes downstairs and kisses his cheek firmly, he smiles.
James paints and paints and paints on his enormous final
project for hours on end and she notices that he isn’t drawing a concrete image
exactly. It’s almost a hazy outline of a desk with lots of colour piled on top
of it, as if colour is laundry. She makes jelly and sits on the ground cross-legged
watching him paint, spooning purple jelly straight from the huge glass bowl
into her mouth. She is almost in love with him at this point, but has no idea
about what to do about it. So she just keeps eating jelly and hoping that she
can be alive in every room he is alive in for the rest of her life.
And the year is almost over, and everyone has passed exams,
and she’s not dead. She tells this to Sirius and he congratulates her on this
fact, then he spins her around by her waist and yells at her ceiling about how
they are: ‘NOT ALL DEAD FUCK YEAH’. James finishes his final project and it
turns out to be a hazy porcelain desk piled with glass beakers that each have
different coloured liquids in them, all with varying degrees of smoke pouring
out. The colours are so bright that it looks like someone has just cut a glow
stick in half and poured into each beaker, then breathed white-silver smoke all
over it. The entire thing is a white haze of colour that is so bright it could
direct ships in the dark. It’s the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen, it’s
her dream chemists lab. James has painted her dream chemist lab full of glass
beakers and silver smoke, and he’s written ‘LIL HAS A HARD ON FOR COLOURS’ in
the bottom right hand corner.
She sees it, lying on the ground in the living room when the
paint is still wet, then marches into the bathroom where he is cleaning his
‘I am going to kiss you now’ she says, and then she does because
she isn’t a liar.
And she’s kissing him against the overflowing sink and he’s laughing.
And she’s kissing his laughter and it tastes better than anything in her whole
life, in her whole atmosphere. There is nothing like kissing someone who is
laughing, it’s like you swallow their happiness and become different. She feels
herself shed her skin and become someone entirely apart from the person she was
in the living room.
And one day she will be forgotten and no one will remember
her name or how she walked or how she liked her eggs or which china pattern she
preferred or which neighbour’s cat she liked more when she was a kid but she
would have had this. She would have had her boys and colour and chemistry and ‘Jeremy
Kyle’ and this.
And, honest to god, she could live off this if she needed
to, she swears
I don’t care if it hurts your feelings you don’t care about all the lgbt+, poc, women/fellow women of your countries feelings either, so if you voted trump PLEASE UNFOLLOW ME, just get out of here I don’t want you.
i hardly belive you're in college. Your writing is really bad and youre very controversial. Plus you cant stand when someone doesnt believe or agrees with you even though you never show concret proof for what you say and always gives vague arguments and "predictions". You are ALWAYS defensive so you are rude to everyone that questions your statements.Honestly youre so so so immature to be in college that if you really are i feel bad for you.
“You’re very controversial” thanks sis! And that’s your opinion, I’ve actually had many people tell me I should become a journalist because of my writing. I’m not always defending myself, im explaining everything. You guys ask stupid questions so you get stupid responses. And I’m only rude to people who deserve it.
Ohmygodimsosorry This is the second time I’m late for #gallaghergirlsshipweek am I in trouble? I’m probably in trouble.
This is sort of Rachel and Joe, but also Matt and Joe. and im still really sorry im a lazy piece of trash. This one takes place during UWS, when Rachel and Joe are hunting the Circle. This one is super short too.
There is a park and field just a mile away from Blackthorne.
The baseball field has orange sand that tracks his footprints. He walks over
first base, reminiscing the amazing slide he made to stay safe. His eyes only
watch the empty bleachers that he sat on to take his favorite picture.
Matthew Morgan didn’t have a proper grave. It didn’t matter,
because Joe Solomon hated visiting graves. Still, he understood why people did.
To talk. To rant. For freedom of the packed world above. He thinks its stupid,
how in the movies widows start weeping on the grave of their husband.
Yet, Joe feels Matt when he is here. He remembers when they
were young, playing baseball, talking trash. ‘Hunting killers,’ Joe smiles to
himself. It’s weird to think of them they way they were.
Especially compared to the way they are now.
Still, Joe needs to do this. It isn’t right if he doesn’t
talk to him today. Rachel is restocking their supplies (AKA: beef jerky, eggs,
milk, and pears.) and with the Circle on them like this, Joe has never been so
sure about anything in his life. So he’s practically shaking when he sits down
on the rusted bleachers.
“Hey, Matt. Long time since I’ve been this north.” He looks
up at the field around him. Maine usually gives him grief, but this place isn’t
as bad. “But Rachel and I are in the action here, and this is the only free
time I’ve got.
“I’m taking care of them. I think I’m doing good-
considering how I’ve done worse. And I promised myself I’ll make this quick so
Rachel won’t notice I’ve left the place. I get it now, when you used to say how
you felt bad lying to her. She gives you this look- a look of trust that we
guys don’t deserve. I… I see how you felt now. She’s got the both of us in a
loop, Matt. I think… no- I know now… I know I love her. Just as much as you
do. So… is there a way… that you’ll let me-“ Joe takes a sharp breath- “Can I
marry her, Matt?”
Joseph Solomon is a trained agent that is talking to himself
on an old baseball field. And he is terrified of a silent response.
For once in his life, Joe Solomon is waiting for that pang
of guilt to drop in his stomach. Nothing comes, if anything, he feels even
better about his decision. For once, Joe is listening to his own heart,
counting the beats.
It’s been a while since he last had, but Joe Solomon smiles. “Thanks, Matt.”
Oh my fircking god im so sorry please give me a response! I love talking to you guys! im still so fricking sorry oh my god