So I saw a friend talking about how Spirit Halloween will be making a set of Kingdom Hearts costumes
So I decided to check them out, knowing they probably weren’t going to be high quality cosplay costumes or anything.
“Huh, okay, that actually doesn’t look too bad.”
But when I got to Sora, the costume isn’t what made me lose it
I wasn’t sure why i just lost it. I don’t know it if it was the wig, his forced smile that looks like he’s getting so close to just losing his shit, or his scruffy beard for some reason. It wasn’t the costume I swear
I snorted and laughed for a good 20 minutes because this was the first thing that popped up into my head
okay so where do I begin…WOW.
okay so… on Monday October 3rd at 10:25pm, I was sitting on my phone in my room listening to holy ground and I was on twitter and BOOM. “TAYLOR NATION SENT YOU A DIRECT MESSAGE” I STARTED SHAKING AND CRYING WHEN I READ THE CONFIDENTIAL MESSAGE I WAS SO CONFUSED BECAUSE THEY DONT EVEN FOLLOW ME (yes I’m still trying to work out technology ok) AND I FLIPPED OUT AND I RAN INTO MY MOMS ROOM SOBBING AND I TRIPPED OVER THE HOOVER BUT ITS OKAY. MY MOM WAS SAYING ALL SORTS OF THINGS LIKE SOMEONE MAY HAVE HACKED INTO TAYLOR NATIONS ACCOUNT (?????? idk). Anyway I died and my mind was a mess and I couldn’t control myself at all, I had knew what it usually meant when people got these messages and I explained everything to my mom ( she is genuinely worst-case-scenario-Christine ) and she started crying with happiness for me. THAT DAY WILL ALWAYS BE REMEMBERED.
The next day October 4th at 5:27pm, I was (trying) to study when BOOM. I RECEIVED THE CALL. Ali phoned and told me about a special secret event on Friday the 13th of October and I was shaking so so much and could barely even talk but she was honestly the nicest ever (I noticed she said “wonderful” about a million times and I’m now so in love with that word). Side note: My mom still wasn’t really convinced this wasn’t a set up to get me kid napped but SHE FINALLY CALMED DOWN A LITTLE AND MEANWHILE I WAS SHAKING, CRYING AND BASICALLY DEAD.
Okay so then it was the waiting game…the days DRAGGED in as I found out a whole 10 DAYS before the event and I saw Taylor lurk people on tumblr/Instagram AND she liked the post about me and my best friend Eve. PEOPLE WERE ALSO TALKING ABOUT WHAT COULD HAPPEN ON THE 13TH AND I WAS JUST SITTING THERE LIKE HELP ME WHATS GON HAPPEN.
Fast forward to Friday…so because I live in Glasgow I had to fly to London… I COULDNT SLEEP AT ALL AND I ONLY GOT 4 HOURS SLEEP LOL BECAUSE I GOT UP AT 4AM. We went to the airport and I was genuinely so nervous and excited about what could possibly be happening. We then got a bus and then a tube and wandered about Covent Garden and EVERYTHING kept reminding me of Taylor. We then got a tube and another bus ( NUMBER 13 ) to our hotel. I got really stressed out because I opened up my case and there was makeup spilt on my dress BUT MY MOM CAME TO THE RESCUE AND FIXED IT FOR ME. I curled my hair and fixed myself up then I went to out to the secret meeting point and recognized so many people from tumblr/twitter etc and it was SO surreal. ALSO A FEW PEOPLE CAME UP TO ME AND WERE LIKE OMG ABBIE I KNOW YOU AND THAT MADE ME FEEL SO SO SPECIAL SO I LOVE YOU FOR THAT IF THAT WAS YOU. We checked in and got really cool wristbands saying United Kingdom (IN THE REPUTATION FONT) I WAS ALREADY DEAD.
We went to drop off our bags and me and I met 2 beautiful, amazing girls called Emma ( @taylorsmusic ) and Flora ( @spoookyswift ) and we were FREAKING OUT TOGETHER. We just couldn’t comprehend that we could potentially meet our idol. We talked about everything and I genuinely think I have 2 new best friends for life. I LOVE YOU GUYS. We were on the last bus to leave so we waited foreverrrr and my nerves were building up so much and I was FULL ON ALL OVER SHOOK.
Everyone on the bus was SO EXCITED and we were all dying together. It was such a combination of nerves and excitement like I can’t even describe it. So we FINALLY arrived at our secret destination and were escorted to the entrance to be searched etc (there was a big box of socks for some reason and it made us laugh so just thought I’d add that in and also a few half finished smart water bottles👀).
Okay so then we went through to TAYLORS HOUSE. It was beautiful and there was so much food laid out and I had a REPUTATION COOKIE and CUSTOMIZED REPUTATION M&MS and CHICKEN TENDERS. Taylors playlist of the songs she loves was playing in the background and we were LOVING LIFE. (Side note: my mom loved the olives you put out taylor so thanks for that) So basically me, Emma and Flora were chilling together (we were not chill at all tho) and everything was fine THEN Flora goes “oh my god, that’s Scott” AND IM LIKE WTF AND WE ALL LOOK OVER AND DIE LIKE WHAT WAS HAPPENING BEFORE OUR VERY EYES THE KING OF GUITAR PICS WAS HERE. We went and spoke to more amazing people and life was good…THEN TREE COMES THROUGH AND IM LIKE WHATATSTSS THATS A LEGEND THEN NOT LONG AFTER THAT WE SEE ANDREA AND WE ALL DIED. I CRIED WHEN I SEEN ANDREA IDK WHY IT JUST GOT TOO MUCH AND SHES MY QUEEN. IT GENUINELY FELT LIKE A DREAM LIKE SURELY THIS WAS NOT REAL.
Finally, after a while, we went through to THE LIVING ROOM. YES. A CHAIR. A SPEAKER. WE ALL KNEW WHAT THIS WAS. ME, EMMA AND FLORA HAD A LITTLE SUPPORT NETWORK GOING ON BECAUSE WE WERE ALL HOLDING HANDS BECAUSE WE WERE NOT PREPARED AT ALL. I cried - yeah she wasn’t even here yet and I cried. So anyway THEN I’m like I can’t even do this and my heart is beating abnormally fast. And that’s when she appeared…
I COULDNT BELIEVE MY EYES. MY ANGEL. MY EVERYTHING. GENUINELY LIKE A METER AWAY. NO WAY. Okay so then I SOBBED even more and I was uncontrollable (I finally did calm down but omg it was so hard I couldn’t stop crying) - thank you Emma and Flora for helping me LOL. Side note: her hair was so curly and pretty and she wore this camo dress thing and SNAKE BOOOOOOTS and a snake ring and yeah I was like GO GURLLL. IN THAT MOMENT I DIED IT WAS ACTUALLY HAPPENING.
On to the album, obviously you guys understand I can’t say much at all BUT REPUTATION IS MY FAVOURITE ALBUM BY FARRRRR. Like it’s genuinely so different but so genius - it’s incredible. She’s so talented and you can tell she’s worked so super hard for it and I can tell she’s happier than ever through the way she talks and she just seems so content with life and it makes me so proud and happy of how far she’s came. It’s so emotionally complex and THE LYRICS (she’s a genius okay). But there was one song that made me full on SOB and everyone in that room felt something…ANYWAY Taylor herself, during the whole of the session, she was so funny and she’s just so genuine…it was unreal. UNREAL. Some highlights that stand out to me include when during one of the songs she looked right at me for about 20 seconds or so and we just danced and smiled at each other. IVE NEVER FELT SO LOVED IN MY LIFE. To say I’m proud of her for this album is an understatement.
okay so then….IT WAS MEET AND GREET TIME. We were all sitting reading the magazines and talking to each other and it was adorable and even though I was a nervous wreck, everyone was so nice and amazing towards me. When it was time for the picture I was at the waiting point I can’t tell you how I felt. It was indescribable. I seen the 2 girls before me hug Taylor goodbye and it was my turn. I ran up to her and hugged her so hard and she looked at me and went “ITS ABBIE ISNT IT?” AND I WAS NODDING AND I WAS LIKE YEAH ITS ME and she was like “NO WAY I CHOSE YOU LIKE A YEAH AGO LIKE SOOOO LONG AGO” and I was like NO WAY and then I was like “THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR EVERYTHING YOUVE HELPED ME THROUGH, YOU’VE HONESTLY GOT ME THROUGH SO MUCH” and she was listening so intently and she smiled at me and hugged me and we held hands for a few seconds which was BEAUTIFUL and she was like “you are SO beautiful like SO beautiful and you are SO funny like you’re posts are hilarious” and I started shaking and I told her she was like a big sister to me and then we got a really cute huggy picture and then we got one with my mom which was cute and THEN (THIS WAS THE FUNNIEST MOMENT) the camera guy said to my mom “do you want a pic alone with her” and my mom was like “oh it’s okay I’m just her mom” and TAYLOR WAS LIKE" OH WELL THANKS" IT WAS SO FUNNY. THEN I told her I loved her and she was like I LOVE YOU BUDDY and I gave her one final hug before I left which was MAGICAL (I swear we hugged about 27468273 times).
As soon as I left the room, I BURST INTO TEARS I COULDN’T BELIEVE I HAD JUST MET MY IDOL AFTER LIKE 6 YEARS OF LOVING HER AND FANGIRLING OVER HER. My mom went to talk to mama swift and she said to her “thank you so much for making a beautiful, amazing role model for my daughter” and mama swift was like AWWW THANK YOU SO MUCH THEN MY MOM GAVE HER A HUG AND THEN I GAVE HER A HUGE HUG AND MAMA SWIFT WAS LIKE THANK YOU FOR SUPPORTING HER AND DOING THE CRAZY THINGS SHE MAKES YOU DO AND I CRIED MORE.
WE THEN WENT TO GET OUR MERCH AND GET ON THE BUS AND I WAS GENUINELY STARSTRUCK AND ME AND EMMA JUST KEPT LOOKING AT EACH OTHER AND BEING LIKE DID THAT REALLY JUST HAPPEN?!?!?!
Thank you so so so much for inviting me to your London Secret Session - it was an HONOR to be there. I can’t believe I was given such a beautiful, amazing opportunity and I meant everything I said to you in there and it truly came from the heart. I love you so much and I can’t wait to hopefully see you on tour. You mean the world to me and I can’t wait to hear reputation again and DIE ANOTHER MILLION DEATHS.
I love you so much girl.
Aries: It was when you opened up to me so easily. I was used to them being closed off, masking hurt with humor or skirting around the subject entirely. But you told me everything, more than was necessary even, and you just sat right there looking at me with this fearlessness in your eyes..and I loved you.
Taurus: It was when I had threatened to tickle you again, and you scrunched your nose in the way that I love and lunged for me with a playful vengeance. Your eyes were sparkling and later you fell asleep under me, like I was your home.
Gemini: It was when you were listening to me speak-I mean really listening. Your eyes were on me, but I could tell you were holding onto every word I said, as if trying to understand what I’d been thinking in that very moment.
Cancer: It was when we both turned our heads and laughed to each other. It was like I was all too aware of everything, but distracted at the same time. Our closeness left me breathless and your eyes had crinkled at the corners, a genuine laugh. I wanted to be the only one who you shared that laugh with.
Leo: It was when you hugged me for the first time. It wasn’t awkward, or fleeting. you had burrowed your head in my chest after spending a day all to ourselves. You hugged me like you’d miss me, and I’d realized I’d ache when you were gone too.
Virgo: It was when you had made a really bad joke. Your reply had been dry- probably not even meant to be funny. But everyone around us laughed loudly, and seemed to love your presence. you had laughed along too- you always loved to laugh. And I was looking at you all along thinking, where were you all this time?
Libra: It was when our eyes met across the room. You’d never gone unnoticed- everyone loved you and you were fond of everyone else. But it’s like that look was meant for me only. One you’d never gave to anyone else, one you’d been saving for someone like me.
Scorpio: It was when I found myself wanting to tell you things I didn’t share with anyone else. You had sat there expectantly, and openly- like you’d wait all day if you had to. And when I told you you didn’t leave, you understood.
Sagittarius: It was the way you loved everyone else. When you were around the people you loved, you were so happy. You were playful and made sure everyone around you was just as happy as you were. But when things got rough, you knew what to do, too. You were ready for whatever life threw your way.
Capricorn: It was when you told me everything would be okay. You told me I deserved to be happy, that I’d worked so hard, and that life has a funny way of working out in the end. You accepted me and I didn’t even know it was what I needed.
Aquarius: It was when you laughed at my bad joke. You always had, but for some reason this one made you laugh the most. You were in the passenger seat of my car, and you slapped your hand over your mouth, trying to suppress it. I made a face, embarrassed, but you squeezed my arm and smiled like I gave you the world.
Pisces: It was when I was watching you be so open with everyone else. I’d admired that, hell, I envied it. You wore your heart on your sleeve, and made no apologizes for it.
To all the writers who have ever felt lost, alone, and completely confused during the labyrinthine journey that is writing anything, and felt like screaming this at your story …
There’s a light at the end of that darn tunnel. First, let me describe how I used to fight my way out of these periods of confusion and hopelessness.
Usually, I would try to force myself to get back into the groove of the story. I would reread it, and be yelling at myself in my head, “Remember why you love it! LOVE your book again! Keep reading and FALL IN LOVE, damn it!” I’d go over descriptions, bits of dialogue, banter between the characters. I’d go over settings and imagery, and try to make myself remember how much they’d once excited me. I’d read things that had made me laugh when I typed them, sentences that I was particularly proud of, paragraphs that made me feel particularly clever. But the thing was, it didn’t work.
I didn’t care.
What was the problem? The problem was some of those descriptions, settings, images, and witty episodes of bantering had no Story Reason to be there. They were just there because they amused me. Just because I found the imagery beautiful. Just because I found a sentence or joke really clever and wanted to share my wit with the world. But the world didn’t care about my wit. Because the world (the people reading my book) knew subconsciously that there was no story to give that so-called witty sentence substance and meaning. I could create the most breath-taking images, I could make the most well-rounded living and breathing character, I could make a setting that you wanted to run away from home and live inside … and it didn’t matter. If the thing didn’t have a purpose for being there within the narrative, nobody cared. And I didn’t either.
So what is a Story Reason?
Everything in a story exists to support one of three things.
1. The A-story: The surface plot, the quest of the main character to achieve a specific tangible goal. What the story is about on the surface.
2. The B-Story: The love story, or relationship of the thing. Usually this relationship is instrumental in causing the third element, which is …
3. The Character Arc. The theme of the story, the purpose, the piece of truth the story seeks to prove to the main character and the audience.
If something in a story doesn’t contribute to the progress of these three, there’s no reason we should care about it. It has no point. Because in the end, all we care about is the story!
When it comes to scenes, story reason means continuity. It means the way the story unfolds logically. If every scene is there for a darn good reason, the scenes after and before will make total sense, they’ll connect seamlessly, a steady progression of events. Every scene’s turn triggers the next scene.
And to do this, every scene must be able to be linked with three words:Because of that.
Because of the turn of one scene …
The next scene happens.
And because of the turn of that scene the next scene happens.
To illustrate how this works, let’s look at a small movie you might have heard about called Zootopia. (Thanks to @inked-withlove for the movie suggestion!)
So let’s start at this point, the turn of the scene with Clawhauser and Judy searching the file on Emmitt Otterton.
Turn: “I have a lead."
Because of that …
Judy has to get Nick to tell her what he knows about Otterton.
Turn: It all goes poorly, and now Nick and Judy are stuck together by an incriminating adorable carrot recorder. (The B Story, the relationship, has intertwined with the A Story.)
Because of that …
Nick takes Judy to the place he saw Otterton go, a place he thinks will cause her to give up.
Turn: She doesn’t quit, she marches right in. (B Story: Nick sounds surprised, and a little impressed, that she didn’t back down.)
Because of that …
She has to question a rude yoga-performing elephant.
Turn: Though the elephant is absolutely no help, the seemingly addled yak is more than helpful – he even remembers the license plate number of the car Emmitt left in.
Because of that …
Nick thinks his part in this endeavor is complete. But Judy remembers that she’s not in the system yet, and thus can’t run a plate. Nick, however, can. And he’s going to, or else.
Turn: It just so happens that he has a pal at the DMV.
Because of that …
Sloths. He takes her to a DMV run by sloths and wastes as much of her precious dwindling time as he can.
Turn: “It’s night?!”
Because of that …
Legitimate Enterprise Car Service (at least that’s what it’s called in the screenplay) is closed. Judy doesn’t have a warrant and Nick is enjoying her suffering tremendously. After a spat, she tosses the carrot over the fence instead of handing it to him.
Turn: Because she has now seen a shifty low-life climbing the fence, she has probable cause, and doesn’t need a warrant. She can go in. (B Story: Nick is looking at her with more respect.)
Because of that …
They find the car and begin investigating. The car is a crime scene; claw marks everywhere, the missing otter’s wallet … and a cocktail glass etched with a "B”.
Turn: And it all adds up for Nick. This car belongs to Mr Big, a notorious crime boss. And his polar bear henchman are right outside. They grab Judy and Nick and yank them off screen.
Because of that …
Judy and Nick are wedged between the bear henchman, on their way to face Mr Big.
Turn: Nick sold him a very expensive rug that happened to be made from the fur of a skunk’s butt. Or in other words, Mr Big really doesn’t like Nick.
Because of that …
They wait fearfully for Mr Big to appear, and even when he’s revealed to be a tiny shrew, Nick still launches into obsequious and panicked mode. He tries talking his way out of it, but Mr Big really REALLY doesn’t like him. And when Judy shouts at him that she’s a cop and she has evidence on him –
Turn: “Ice ‘em.”
Because of that …
“No icing anyone at my wedding!” Fru Fru Shrew is not a happy camper. Father and daughter bicker about his promise of no murder on her wedding day, and the fact that “I have to, baby. Daddy has to.” Until –
Turn: “She’s the bunny who saved my life yesterday. From that giant doughnut!” Well, Judy is now in Mr Big’s good books. He’s going to pay her kindness forward. Nick is floored.
I’m gonna stop there.
SO! After going through that analysis of how the scenes are linked together, let’s abandon the “everything needs a story reason to be in there” rule, and see what happens.
After the scene where Judy and Nick reluctantly join forces, we could add a scene where Nick is trying to remember the name of the place, and where it is. Then we could have them asking around, searching the city, refusing to ask for directions, lots of banter. THEN we can finally get to The Mystic Springs Oasis.
And after they get the plate number, maybe Nick grabs the carrot pen and makes a run for it. Then we can have a chase scene, but he gets away. Then we can have Judy trying to run the plate on her own, before realizing she isn’t in the system, and failing. Then we can have a scene where she has to track down Nick again. Then a scene where she figures out how to blackmail him into it. THEN they finally get to the DMV.
And you know what would have happened then?
Zootopia would have made everyone bored.
All of these inserted scenes are unnecessary. Sure, they might add conflict, add complications to Judy’s quest, but they’re ultimately just filler. They’re just there for the sake of bulking out the story. This is why that tip I hear so often in writing circles always perplexes me: “Figure out the worst possible thing that can happen to your character, then do that.” If people went with this rule, they’d just keep throwing terrible things at the characters for no apparent reason, one after another, and the reader or audience would be expected to be entertained by it (but wouldn’t be). It would be like cartoons before Mickey Mouse came along and applied story to animation: before, cartoons were just gag after gag, slapstick situations mashed together like a funny video compilation. Except with books and movies, it would just be conflict-heavy situations strung together, taking an inordinate amount of time to make any actual progress.
Once you make sure everything has a purpose within the narrative, things get so much better. And I find, when I reread my work I don’t have to scream at myself to “love your book or else” if everything has a reason for being there. And instead of feeling like yelling at my story like an angry overworked crab, I feel a lot more like this gif.
I relistened to everything while getting hyped for the finale and I have a lot of things to say about Lucretia. Lucretia’s character arc is my absolute favorite on this show because she winds up so far from how she started, but everything fits perfectly with the person she already was. I took note of some of my favorite parts of her development, mainly her parallels to Magnus and the way her experiences shape her decisions. Most of all I’m just so fascinated with how she began as a character who simply chronicled events without any agency in them, but her choices wind up becoming the driving force of the entire plot.
Like, at the press conference that the Stolen Century starts with, the chronological beginning of everyone’s story, the moment she introduces herself made me laugh.
I fucking LAUGHED. I realized the reason why I found it strangely funny is because Lucretia has more influence on the plot than any other character. The story is almost entirely driven by her. Lucretia’s decisions are why The Adventure Zone happens and she has her hand on every single plot point in the show. TAZ, from beginning to end, is the story of her failing redemption arc. Her character development as a friend and an antagonist is so complex and slow-burning and so deeply satisfying.
I love Lucretia more than my own life and I would have died if she didn’t get a happy ending with her family. But still, I don’t overlook the wrongs she has done. She didn’t begin as a bad person nor did she end as one, but she has been an antihero in the story. I actually think her character arc is written to directly parallel Magnus as a hero. Their actions mirror each other’s almost constantly. They both gained the voidfish’s trust; Lucretia used it to take away knowledge and Magnus used it to give it back to everyone in Story and Song. Even Magnus’ lessons in strength that Griffin kept flashing back to at the climax directly apply to Lucretia (more on that in a bit). They both want to be protectors and they want to shoulder pain so that their friends don’t have to.
Another thing from Lucretia’s first appearance in the Stolen Century that I like is when she introduces herself as a ghostwriter for other people’s biographies.
It’s a brilliant backstory for Griffin to give her, because it explains perfectly how easily she could erase everyone’s life and write a new story for them. She had been rewriting and editing people’s lives for a living once, without anyone knowing it was her. It’s interesting the way Griffin describes her plan to void their memories exactly like what her previous life’s work had been.
It’s just a wildly good twist on the aspect of her character that kept Lucretia as a passive observer at the beginning of the story! In the Stolen Century, Merle suggested to her that she had leadership qualities and Lucretia laughed it off; she told merle she was happy to sit and watch. This gets turned on its head and she uses that skill against her loved ones and the entire world, now she is making them passive characters in the narrative she is driving.
Lucretia used to rely entirely on others to the point where she didn’t want to take action, or didn’t think she needed to. The turning point for this, obviously, is the year she faced alone. She stopped observing her friends save the world and started participating in it with them.
The motive for her character’s turning point in the Stolen Century mirrors Magnus’ motives. She wants to be a protector, but she doesn’t know how. Like Magnus, she needed to learn to ask for help. But she learned the wrong lesson.
The year when the judges and their officers pursued her, the one that carved her into the person she is now—It taught her that she didn’t need help to protect her friends. She could struggle through it alone, without anyone’s support, and come out of it stronger. Lucretia fixed everyone’s mistake and none of them suffered for it.
And this year explains why she thought erasing her friends’ memories could be redeemable. She carries with her a trauma and a complex that shaped her into believing she has to suffer alone for the good of her friends to save them—She did it once, she could do it again. Lucretia learning to be a protector was a case where no one was there to help her and she had to take on everything by herself, so she thinks she can keep her friends safe by cutting them off. From her, from each other, from their past. She wanted everyone to just wake up and find that everything was okay now because of Lucretia, again.
Contrast it with Magnus, whose only flaw is that he’s totally willing to sacrifice his life for his friends. He doesn’t think his friends are strong enough, so he must be the one to “take the big hit” for them.
I’m pretty sure Lucretia shadows this. Her first priority is preservation, whereas Magnus’ is sacrifice, but they’re both too ambitious and think they can take on more than they should. In her mind taking the big hit = shouldering the knowledge of what they’d done to this word and responsibility of repairing their mistakes on her own. She thought it was allowing everyone to live safely and free of guilt while she went through the hardship of absolving them. I think maybe it’s why Magnus forgives her without thinking. He understands this.
That’s why I referred to TAZ earlier as secretly being the story of her failing redemption arc. She betrayed everyone she loved with certainty that recovering the relics and locking out the hunger would vindicate her in their eyes. And it didn’t work. She didn’t mean to draw her plan out as long as she did, but she was afraid to back out or else she’s just left with the consequences of a horrible thing she did and no end to justify the means.
But she didn’t need to. Like Magnus didn’t think to ask for help because it was just too simple, Lucretia didn’t think she could just ask for forgiveness and it would come.
Here’s an idea! Can you do one where y/n is playing a little hard to get, she’s Hannah friend and she’s pushing Hannah to confess to clay! Jeff tries to sit next to her and she doesn’t react (inside she’s dying) and like he tries to get a reaction out of her! And one time he talks to her and walks her backwards to the locker and make sure he gets a date or something like that! A lot of funny, flirty moments
“Come on, do it for me,” you said to your friend, Hannah Baker. You two were eating together at the cafeteria. Hannah laughed.
“Y/N… Shut up. I’m not going to ask him out” she said.
“Why not?” you asked “He’s a good guy and he’s obviously into you"
“He’s not into me” you rolled your eyes, “Fine. If he’s so into me why hasn’t he asked me out?”
“Because he’s shy!” you screamed then lowered your voice “You should ask him out”
“Yeah, Hannah, you should.” You recognized that voice in an instant. Jeff Atkins sat down next to you and you were trying to hide a smile. Hannah let out a loud laugh.
“C’mon, Hannah” you ignored the guy next to you. “Do it for me.“
“I’d do anything for you,” Jeff said. You couldn’t help but smile when looking at him. He gave you one of his infamous I’m-really-hot-and-I-know-it smiles.
“Oh, yeah?” you asked, raising an eyebrow, “What exactly would you do for me, Atkins?”
“I’ll get Hannah to ask Clay out” you laughed and looked at Hannah, who held a terrified expression.
“How did you know we were talking about Clay?” Hannah asked, biting her lips. Jeff winked at her.
“Actually, I didn’t know. Lucky guess.” you two started to laugh while Hannah rolled her eyes.
“You two are idiots.” she scoffed, “You know what, Jeff? Maybe you should ask Y/N out” she said.
You were gonna kill that little asshole. He smiled at her.
“Well, it may surprise you to know, that I ask her out almost every day, yet she always turns me down” he looked at you then, “Right?”
“Fuck you, Atkins” you laughed.
“When and where princess?” Hannah started to laugh hysterically. How could he say things like that so casually and look so comfortable when saying it? Whereas your face resembled a ripe tomato.
“Only in your dreams, Atkins,” you said.
“Every night, Y/L/N” he winked at you.
“Oh my god, Jeff” Hannah giggled and honestly, you were doing a poor job trying to hide your own laugh.
“I have to go,” you said, gathering your things and walking out to the halls.
“You coming, Hannah?”
“No, sorry I can’t. I have to finish this essay for History.”
“Fine. See you in Geometry.” You looked at Jeff, “Are you coming or do you have homework too?” “
Hell, no.” he scoffed “Bye Hannah.” He waved goodbye and then fell into step beside you. His cologne was intoxicating and you were sure it was going to be the death of you.
“So,” he started “do you think Hannah’s gonna ask Clay out or not?”
“I don’t know,” you said “But she has the biggest crush on him. She should do it”
“You should ask me out too” You rolled your eyes with a smile on your face. Jeff leaned on your locker, smiling.
“Yeah? And why would I do that?”
“Simply because you have a huge crush on me.” you laughed. He was so fucking right.
“Keep dreaming, Atkins”
“About you? All the time, babe” Your breath hitched a little. God, that boy was going to be the end of you.
“Ok so, since you’re so madly in love with me, you should ask me out again, maybe this time you’ll get lucky and I’ll say yes” The reason you had always refused to go on a date with Jeff was because this whole time you believed he was joking. A guy like Jeff Atkins would never go out with a girl like you…right? When you challenged him, Jeff’s eyes sparkled. He saw a chance and he took it.
“Well then, Y/N Y/L/N, would you like to go on a date with me?”
“Maybe. Yeah” you said, flirting “But we’re definitely not going to Rosie’s, there’s pink everywhere. It’s kinda sickening if I’m honest” you shuddered.
“Of course. Monet’s?”
“I’ll waiting for you here at the end of the day,” he said, starting to walk to his class, “Don’t be late, some would kill for an opportunity like this.”
“I’ll be here at the end of the day, Atkins,” you said, laughing.
As he walked, Jeff screamed “I did it!” as he fist pumped the air in the middle of the hallway which made you giggle.
Yeah, he did.
Thank you to lifeislikeatimebomb for helping me with the grammar and stuff!!!
OK i just thought of this in the shower and it made me laugh so hERE:
So since Logan is Thomas’s logic and reasoning rather than complete and total fact, that means that he would understand and believe the things he is taught and the things he learns and sees.
So, by that, I would think it’d be very easy to re-convince him that santa claus is real, and is watching him. Move a few things here and there at night, get some bells and jingle them around…maybe toss a little glitter on the ground to look like it fell off santa if he was leaving in a hurry….just subtle, small things that completely and totally convince Logan once again, after years of rebuilding his pride after being told that Santa was a myth, that the jolly man in a red suit was actually real and watching all the time.
I just don’t know if he’d be thrilled or terrified.
prompt for a hc maybe?? richie going missing and eddie doesn’t stop looking for him and when he finally finds him, he admits he was planning something cute
Eddie paced back and forth in front of the quarry, kicking stones with his
Converse-clad feet and watching them splash into the water. He checked his phone.
Richie was supposed to meet him there 2 and a half hours ago but, clearly, had
forgotten their plans as usual.
Eddie sighed. He wondered why he always put up with Richie’s shit every day.
With him making crude jokes, standing Eddie up, teasing him, calling him “Eds”
despite how much Eddie hated it (even though, secretly, he loved it. But he
wasn’t going to tell Richie that).
He rolled his eyes and began walking away from the water and through the
trees to the street. He couldn’t be bothered waiting anymore. If Richie wasn’t
going to bother putting effort into this relationship, than neither was Eddie.
But Eddie stopped as he reached the middle of the street. 2 and a half
hours? That was definitely a longer amount of time than usual when Richie
forgot their plans. Normally Eddie would wait half an hour or an hour, and
eventually Rich would show up. He’d be huffing and puffing and out of breath, and
Eddie would offer him his inhaler to steady his breathing. Richie would shove
the inhaler away and hastily kiss Eddie, telling him how sorry he was and how
much he loved him and that it would never happen again. But the very next week,
But that was 30 minutes, or an hour. Eddie certainly had never ever waited
more than 2 hours for his boyfriend to show.
Panic set in at the sudden thought of something bad happening to Richie, and
Eddie began running. He didn’t even think of running home to get his car, or
simply trying to call Richie on his mobile. He just ran and didn’t stop until
he reached Richie’s feral looking apartment building. He found the apartment
number 20 buzzer and rung it repeatedly, praying for Richie’s voice to come
through the speaker like usual with an “oh, fuck! Eds, I’m so sorry!” But after
anxiously swaying his body from side to side for a few minutes, Eddie came to
the conclusion that Richie wasn’t at home.
He wasn’t at home?
Where else could he be?
Eddie wracked his brain, then began running towards the first place he could
think of - Bill and Stan’s house. Again, the thought to go and get his car
never even entered his mind. All Eddie wanted to do was find his boy. To know
Richie was safe.
He was thanking God that all of the losers houses were close by as he rushed
down Bostik Street, raced up Bill and Stan’s driveway and began knocking on the
front door with so much force that it felt as if his knuckles may bleed.
“Stanley?! Bill?!” Eddie shouted, followed by another series of desperate
“What’s up?” Stan asked in a rushed tone, the door almost hitting the wall
after he’d ripped it open.
“I don’t know where Richie is! He was supposed to meet me at the quarry
hours ago and he’s not at his apartment! I feel like I’m losing my mind,
Stanley, I don’t know where he could be! Have you seen him?” Eddie’s words came
out of his mouth so quickly that Stan almost missed them. But he’d caught
enough to know the gist. He didn’t know exactly where Richie was, however he did know that he was with Bill. But he
was sworn to secrecy by the trash-mouth himself. So instead of having the
weight of a lie resting on his shoulders, Stan decided to answer Eddie’s
question in a way that let him tell the truth without actually giving away
where Richie was.
“I haven’t actually seen him today, Eddie,” Stan answered honestly. I think
he might have been with Bill, but I don’t know where they went.”
“Oh, God. They could be anywhere!” Eddie exclaimed. He thanked Stan for his
help and began running once again. To where, he didn’t know. No thoughts other
than finding Richie were entering his mind.
Stanley checked his phone, a message from Bill popping up with a simple “ready!”
“Hey, Eddie!” Stan called out. “Wait up, I’ll drive!”
The two boys drove around town in search for their loved ones. Stan was
telling the truth when he said he hadn’t known where Richie and Bill went.
Well, that was until Bill texted him the address. His tight grip on the
steering wheel never loosened for a second as they drove down the streets of
“Where do you think they went, Stan?” Eddie asked. He was a lot calmer now.
Stan had put the radio on and 80’s hits played softly throughout the car,
greatly reducing Eddie’s stress levels.
“Honestly, I don’t know. Bill forgets to tell me everything,” Stan laughed. “He’s
so damn absentminded sometimes.”
“But, you’re married?” Eddie said, confusion laced in his tone. “Married
people tell each other everything, don’t they?”
“Marriage isn’t always about telling each other everything, Eddie. It’s
about trusting each other enough to know that you don’t have to tell each other everything. You don’t always have to know where the other person is, because you trust
them enough to know that there’s no need to worry. It’s about coming home at
the end of the day and having that one person there that you can share whatever
you want to with. And knowing that, if you don’t want to share anything about
the day with them, you don’t have to. You can just sit on the couch in silence,
and it doesn’t matter. Because you’re still with them.”
“Wow,” Eddie gasped. “That’s… Kind of, really beautiful, Stan.”
“Yeah, Billy turned me to mush,” Stan chuckled. Eddied laughed along with
him in agreement, not realising the road they were headed down until Stan had
parked the car.
“Why are we at Derry High?” Eddie asked. He gazed out at the old building
which he had graduated from 5 years prior, his eyebrows furrowed in utter
Stan smiled brightly at him. “Go to your year 7 English class.”
“Wha- why? What’s going on?”
“Just… Trust me here, Eddie. Go.”
Eddie nodded and reluctantly stepped out of the car. He threw his short legs
over the old rusted front gate, then began walking into the school.
As he wandered the hall, memories of himself and the losers club came
flooding back: fights with Henry and the Bowers gang, making out with Richie
against the lockers, jokes and banter going back and forth between the group.
It made Eddie feel nostalgic, almost like he missed this hellhole.
He kept going down the hall until he reached classroom 50A, his old year 7
English room. It was the only room with the door closed and, when he opened it
to be greeted with nothing but darkness, the only room with the blinds down.
Eddie peered back down the hall to see that Stan’s car now contained both
himself and Bill. They both smiled at Eddie before the car disappeared and
Eddie was left alone to the dark classroom.
“Rich?” He asked quietly. His fear of the dark kicked in and Eddie quickly
reached his hand out to the left, struggling to find the light switch. Once he
did, he was greeted with a plain old classroom. The whiteboard read “Welcome to
year 7 English with Mrs. Clarin!” Eddie chuckled, remembering that that’s what
was written on that very same board all those years ago.
He walked further into the empty classroom. “Richie?” He said again, this
time slightly louder.
He walked over to Richie’s old desk and chair in the very back corner of the
classroom and sat down. A white piece of paper was lying on the desk, fresh ink
scribbled on it. Eddie picked it up and read it out loud: “if u r reading this
then it means u r in my chair. get out looser”
A sudden realisation hit Eddie. This was the exact note that he had read
back in 7th grade. He’d sat down in this very chair, and read this
very note, which caused him to move a seat to the right. And seconds after he’d
read the note in year 7, Richie Tozier had walked into the classroom and sat in
that back corner chair.
Eddie looked up as he heard the door creak, and in walked Richie. He had a
stack of random year 7 books in his hands, and was wearing the same shirt he’d worn on the first day of
Eddie laughed. “What the hell are you doing?”
“You’re in my chair,” Richie said, gesturing to the desk that Eddie was
currently occupying. “Get out, loser.”
Eddie giggled and moved out of Richie’s old seat and into his own. “What’s
all this about?”
Richie took a deep breath in and smiled. “Do you remember the first time we
ever met?” Eddie nodded. How could he ever forget? “It was right here. In these
very seats. After you read that note and saw me sit here, it looked like you were
gonna shit fucking bricks, Eds.”
The two of them laughed as they remembered the day so clearly. “You were terrifying
back then, Rich.”
“Hey, I still am!” Richie protested. “Anyway. The second I saw you, I just
felt something. I didn’t know what it was back then. Course, then I found out I
was fucking gay when I was 15 and everything made sense.” Eddie would have
laughed, but for some reason this felt more serious than Richie usually was.
And he also was waiting for Richie to explain why the hell they were in their
“Look, I’m not great with words,” Richie said as he stood up from his chair.
He grabbed Eddie’s hands and pulled up the smaller boy, keeping their hands
intertwined as he continued talking. “But the second I saw you, Eds, I knew I wanted
to spend the rest of my life with you.”
Eddie gasped as he realised what was happening, and tears began welling up
in his eyes. As he looked into Richie’s, he could see tear drops threatening to
escape the taller boys too.
“And when I look at you now, I know more than ever how badly I want that.
Eddie, please marry me?”
Eddie didn’t say anything. He just nodded his head and the tears from both
boys came rushing out. They wrapped their arms around each other as sobs of
happiness wracked through their bodies.
“Yes, God, of course,” Eddie whispered into Richie’s ear. He pulled out of
the hug and grabbed Richie’s freckled face in his small hands and pushed their
lips together. They moved in sink for a few moments before they needed air and
pulled apart, though they continued crying.
“That’s why you stood me up?” Eddie chuckled as he wiped the tears from his
Richie nodded, laughter escaping his mouth as he too wiped his face with his
arm sleeves. “Yeah. Well, Bill was supposed to pick you up at the quarry to
take you here, but I fucking slept in and then I forgot to tell you I wouldn’t
be there. It’s hard work planning something cute!”
Could you explain your painting process? :0 I am curious to see how you block out your shapes and colors. Love you work btw!!!
Thanks anon! And sure I’ll try my best to explain (you get to have Winter’s Tale fanart since I watched it last night and now I want to draw horses with glittery wings haha)
I usually start out with lasso tool to block out the main shapes until I’m happy with the placement and general idea.
Some of the shapes I fill in with the bucket, and others I brush in.
Also the colors I pick are sort of a placeholder or like a suggestion; not necessarily the colors I want for the final piece (I think I want it to be more on the blue/cold side but we’ll see). If I’m okay with how it looks I start refining the shapes and adding more colors.
Yeah. Lots of tweaking haha; changed the background to a darker color, edited the characters, added shapes, etc. Start breaking the big overall forms into smaller shapes. I use color balance in Photoshop a lot to mess around or get colors to work together (like when you see the whole image turn a kind of blue/pink color). Not quite painting here yet, more just adding details and getting it to the mood I want (which at this point is magical/whatever feelings I got from watching the movie).
And for picking/figuring out colors I honestly just paint until I think it feels right which isn’t a very helpful thing to say haha I use colors that try to convey the mood?
Like here for example:
First one’s a bit too light/happy feeling; second isn’t quite what I’m going for, needs to have more impact; third is kinda just neutral; fourth is a lot better but I don’t like all the reds, feels a bit chaotic. I think basically you have to noodle around until you find one that works.
Paint time! Changed the colors to be a little more warm towards the end. And more continued breaking the shapes into smaller shapes. After this is pretty much cleaning up shapes/edges and adding little details here and there.
(I’ll post the finished image in a different post).
Which path leads back to you? I think life is strange. We know each other. It has only been for a few months, but I know who you are. Some day I won’t be the same. The same thing goes for you. Isn’t it a little scary? The person that I am today… I won’t laugh the same after hearing the joke for a second time. My thoughts will be altered. New feelings will smother old feelings. What if my passion for writing burns out? I’ve been doing some thinking about what is in my heart. When was the last time I picked myself? When did I lose my way? The choices I have made… my regrets and mistakes… when will I forgive myself? I can drop it all and say fuck it. I can smile and laugh it off, but am I being honest to myself for myself? Maybe the life quotes are right… everything happens for a reason. There you go again. Lost. Which path will lead you back to me? The things you felt last week, the kiss you blew to me, your voice over the phone, your heart and my heart clings to one another– we may change one day, but today we’re still us. Do you ever think about where your next passion will come from? I heard that from within ourselves we’ll find a perfect balance between selfish and selfless. How can I say that I love you if I can’t even say it to myself? How can I expect you to respect me if I don’t even respect me? It’s all internal. There’s a grey cloud in every poem. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone. I just want to better– a better me to come home to.
Summary: Peter learns that you are going to ask your crush on a date.
Word count: 1,042
Warnings: Swearing, Probably angst
You were so happy when you bought the dress.
It was this blue knee-length dress that had an amazing amount of detail. And it was at a cheap prize.
“What do you think about this one, Peter?” you asked as you twirled around. Your best friend was sitting right next to the dressing rooms, waiting for you to appear with a new dress on.
So far you liked a vivid red dress, a mint green short dress and this beautiful blue dress.
“Hmm…i don’t know. I don’t want any of the guy’s eyes on you” he said. You laughed it off, not thinking anything of it as you twirled once again. You were so happy that this dress existed, thank the holy gods.
But to Peter, this was no joke. He wanted to tell you how he felt ever since you met. He loved the way you smile, the way you laugh, the way your face lits up when you see food.
But he didn’t want to ruin your friendship, so he kept his mouth shut.
Top 10 reasons to read Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo
#1 Kaz’ first time
“You were first arrested at ten,” he said scanning the pages.
“Everybody remembers their first time.”
#2 Inej’s deepest desires
Inej crossed her arms. One minute he made her blush and the next he made her want to commit murder.
#3 Jesper being reassuring
“Just stay behind me and try not to get killed. Ready?”
Wylan shook his head.
“Then forget that I asked.”
“It’s just so much easier to kill people than take care of them.”
#5 Ladies discussing their suitors with upmost esteem
“He was afraid for you.”
“Kaz isn’t afraid of anything.”
“You should have seen his face when he brought you to me.”
“I’m a very valuable investment.”
Nina’s jaw dropped. “Tell me he didn’t say that.”
“Of course he did. Well, not the valuable part.”
“Also an idiot.”
#6 Kaz being the bastard of the Barrel, the demon full of tricks, the mad man everyone feared a 17 year old with a crush
“You know i can do it, Kaz, and you know I’m not going to refuse. So why ask?”
Because i’ve been looking for an excuse to talk to you for two days.
He needed to know that she believed in him.
#7 Girl power
“It’s not natural for women to fight.” (Nina)
“It’s not natural for someone to be as stupid as he is tall, and yet there you stand.” (Matthias)
#8 Power of seductress
“Oh, I see. I’m the wicked Grisha seductress. I have beguiled you with my Grisha wiles!” She(Nina) poked him(Matthias) in the chest.
“No. I’m beguiling you.”
She danced around him in the snow, poking his chest, his stomach, his side. “Goodness! You’re very solid. This is strenuous work.” He started to laugh. “It’s working! The beguiling has begun. The Fjerdan has fallen. You are powerless to resist me.”
#9 Heartbreaking, emotional and painful love declarations
“Maybe I liked your stupid face.”
#10 101 Swearing with Prof. Jesper Fahey
“Prepared to hear the sound of certain doom?” he asked.
“You’ve never heard my father mad.”
“That sense of humor is getting progressively more Barrel-appropriate. If we survive, I’ll teach you how to swear.”