she just called me, STILL FURIOUS, and told me how she was getting her hair did and her hair lady was talking shit w/ another customer about how trans people are ~so much~ wanting to ~use public restrooms~ like they’re ~human beings~ or something
and my mom
my fucking mom
tells her transphobe hairdresser that she doesn’t want to hear this shit, that this woman needs to be more mindful of who her potential customers might be, that she has no right to be saying shit like this when it’s something that real people have to struggle with every fucking day, and that she (my mom) is leaving
my mom leaves without even getting her damn hair dried
and transphobic hairdresser tries to say “I don’t have a problem with it I just don’t want it shoved down my throat” and my mom goes “well I don’t want your opinions shoved down my throat” and LEAVES.
and while she’s telling me this story I, an emotional gay, also start crying, because I knew my mom cared but I didn’t know she cared that much, and I told her how great it was that she did that when I have trans friends whose own parents wouldn’t have done that, and she goes “I know! And all I could think about were the kids who have to deal with this every day and how angry it made me that these baboons were talking about them like that!” and then I sobbed
“I realised something,” she says in quiet disbelief.
“What’s that?” Her best friend asks in reply.
“Home isn’t four walls and a roof. It isn’t two hands and a heartbeat. It’s all of that and none of it.”
Her friend frowns, “Explain.”
“Home is the sound of your best friend’s laughter at three o'clock in the morning after she’s been crying since midnight. Home is riding in the car with the windows down in the middle of the day during autumn. Home is your favourite song, your favourite book. Home is seeing your mom cooking breakfast in her pjs after you’ve stayed up all night talking. Home is when you see your brother finally make that homerun even if you don’t care for sports. Home is the little things; the things you might not remember a year from then, but they matter. They’re the most important moments because when they all come together under a roof filled with terrible singing and laughing and food, you know in your heart you don’t want to be anywhere else.”
Fourier and Hui are playing Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. it would work a lot better except that now the only people onstage who Lovelace/Hamlet seems to get along with are these two and gertrude.
Eiffel is not allowed to hotbox the lighting booth again.
this does not mean that Jacobi and Maxwell are allowed to hotbox the lighting booth either.
Maxwell is not allowed to give Hera weed again, period.
Eiffel is not allowed to duct tape Hamlet’s sword to a roomba again.
everybody’s pretty sure those donuts Hilbert brought last week are what made everyone sick but so far only Lovelace and Eiffel have openly accused him of it.
anyone who makes a High School Musical joke about Lovelace dies.
“I’m just saying, Isabel, you should maybe look a little conflicted about stabbing Warren to death. Can you give me a little? Maybe?”
on the last night of rehearsals Lovelace picks up Eiffel, Minkowski, Hilbert, and Hera in her family’s pickup truck and they stop at costco to pick up some stuff to sell for concessions. there aren’t enough seats so Eiffel is sitting in the truck bed. Lovelace gets into an argument with Minkowski over who gets the aux cord and pulls out of the parking lot so quickly that Eiffel and the snacks fall out of the truck. he spends the next three hours forlornly wandering through costco, trying to get enough of a signal to reach literally anyone else. by the time he manages to text Kepler and they pick him up he has eaten all of the snacks.
“why does no one here respect me?” Minkowski asks the ceiling while lying flat on her back in the front row of the auditorium.
“because you’re the only straight person in the drama department,” Jacobi says, throwing pringles at her from onstage.
Fisher is the only techie who shows up regularly, and then he trips over a prop backstage and breaks his leg. Eiffel insists on holding a fake memorial service for him at the next rehearsal.
after shows the cast performs the ancient high school theatre tradition of midnight trips to 24 hour breakfast restaurants. they go to IHOP. they are kicked out of IHOP for fistfighting. and because somehow Jacobi set a tablecloth on fire.
Kepler pitches Sweeney Todd as the yearly musical. “I’ll be able to sleep better at night after watching all of you die horribly,” he tells everyone.
A/N: I know, a new series. But I just needed a new idea. Anyways this is the first part to what I’m hoping to be a 6 part series. Let me know what you guys think
Word count: 2,000 something words
Warnings: Mentions of a house fire, minor death not graphic
“Looking for a full time Nanny. Must be able to work late and be able to take care of both a kid and a dog. I am willing to provide a room for you to sleep in. In interested please Email me your resume at email@example.com
As you read what seemed like the millionth job ad, you copied the listed email address into the empty email box.
Dear Mr. Barnes,
Below I have attached my resume. I hope I am a good fit for what you are looking for. My hours are flexible and I love dogs almost as much as I love kids.
So I realized that the Reggie tag is dry afand since Reggie Mantle own’s this ass I decided to write a lil’ something. Forgive for the grammatical errors, English is not my first language. This is basically just the intro of the story? So, part 2?Enjoy :)
The one where you are in love with your best friend but is in complete denial, and that will be your downfall but not if your red headed bestfriend, Cheryl, can help it.
pup. Picking you up.
You nearly jumped from your bed when you saw Reggie’s text
fifteen minutes ago. You need to get ready and you need to do it fast because
God forbid you make Reggie wait. Reggie
Mantle never waits.
After the quickest shower of your life you quickly ran to the
kitchen where you saw your mom preparing your breakfast and … a packed lunch?
“Uh, mom. What’s
she muttered simply as if she wasn’t murdering her daughter’s social
“I’m a senior.”
“I’m your mom. And you
know, I don’t want you eating those trash your cafeteria calls food.”
she said handing out the bag to you. “And
i’m still creating your lunch until you graduate, sweetie, so get used to it.
“But mooom” You
were cut off when you heard two familiar honks from outside. You give your mom
a pleading look.
“(Y/N) you are not
leaving this house without your lunch.” Clerly, it didn’t
Another two successive honks.
“Fine! Fine!” you
quickly shoved the paper bag in your backpack before giving your mom a peck on
“Love ya! Tell Reggie
I said hi!” your mom screamed which you responded with a flying kiss
directed to her general direction.
“Hey Reg.” You
greeted as you went inside Reggie’s car. “Do
me a favor and eat this.”
“Oooh, is this your
packed lunch, pup?”
“I will murder your
“Okay, I get it.”
Reggie cut you off, taking the sandwich from the bag and giving
it one huge bite. “Good morning to
me.” Reggie moaned in delight. “Thank
you mama (Y/L/N).”
“Just drive, you
moron.” you chuckled.
Your eyes ran around the buildings they passed through when you
heard a buzz from Reggie’s phone that was situated in a small compartment
between you two.
“(Y/N/N), can you read
that for me.”
“That’s probably from
Geraldine.” you deadpanned which, in your language, is a no.
“I do not want to see
another picture of a naked woman at 8 o'clock, Reg. It’s too early for that
Reggie barked out a laugh.
“Well, it’s either that or risking an accident, pup. And may I remind you
that it was you who kept reminding me that I should never text and drive.”
Anybody who wasn’t Reggie would’ve been ready to cower at your
stare but this was Reggie were talking
about. The Reggie that has been the subject of this stare since you were five
so it was like an ant bite for him.
“I created a
monster.” you sighed.
“Shut up you know you
“And so does
Sandra,” you said as you read another gruesome text from another one
night stand. “Thanking you for a
wonderful night– nope scratch that, nights. With a photo where she is covered
in very familiar sheets in a very familiar bedroom.”
“Well, i’m not Mantle
the Magnificent for nothing.” Reggie gave you a wink. “And I thought she was Sarah.”
“You are nasty!” You
punched Reggie in his arms which resulted to a (fake) protest from Reggie. They
both knew even if you punched him in full of force it would barely tickle your
6 footer bestfriend. “I sleep on
that bed, Reg, what the hell!”
“Don’t worry, (Y/N/N),
You’re still the only girl in my life.” Reggie chuckled but
not before giving you a wink. “And,
I replace the sheets every time you sleepover so you can go back to loving me
You huffed, crossing your arms. “Oh c'mon pup, i’m sorry?”
You looked away, knowing if Reggie pulled out the big guns, his
puppy eyes, you wouldn’t be able to say no.
Reggie sighed. “I, Reggie Mantle,
solemnly swear, that no other girl besides my darling (Y/N) will have the
opportunity to sleep in my humble berth.”
(Y/N) smiled at your bestfriend. God, he is a moron.
“You can love me
now. Heey, heeeeey.” Reggie said, glancing every few seconds in your
meekly asked. Reggie smirked before offering his pinky. (Y/N) crossed their
pinky’s together before pushing their fist and thumbs together, their childish
yet unforgotten seal which was yet to be broken.
“Fine-fine, I love you
“Thank God, whatever
will I do if I hadn’t gained your affections, m'lady.”
“Crash and burn?” You
You both laughed from the truth in your silly jokes.
“What should I
reply?” You asked after a few seconds of silence.
“This is why I love
Reggie heard the muffled shout of Moose as he got out of The car. Moose was
together with some of his football buddies that were as intimidating as they
looked. Reggie gave them a nod before opening the door for you.
“Sup man.” A
couple of greetings were exchanged between Reggie and his teammates while you
were hidden safely behind his back, as usual. Aside from when you are with
Reggie or any of your carefully chosen friends, you rarely speak. A switch
inside you named “everybody-is-a-waste-of-my-time” suddenly clicks
and you just go mute which the whole world seems to translate as you being shy.
“Hey bud.” you
heard a deep voice from you back. You gave Moose, Reggie’s bestfriend and one
of your oldest friends a hug which was followed by Archie, another one of those
who got Reggie’s favor when it comes to making sure you are protected from the
hells of high school.
Being a silent loner has always had some disadvantages and
Reggie always made sure to obliterate those disadvantages at sight, with the
help of Archie and Moose from time to time.
“You coming to the
game, (Y/N)?” Archie asked you even though you both already knew the answer.
Reggie would not allow you to miss a single game of his.
“Yup, Reggie got me
tickets.” You barely whispered but apparently it was loud enough
for one of their other teammates to hear.
“Oooh nice. Cheer for
me will ya?” An unfamiliar face suddenly spoke getting a little close
to your personal space that was immediately stopped by Reggie, Archie, and
Moose’s hands that automatically went out to protect their (Y/N).
newbie.” Moose warned as the boy raised his hands up.
warned placing your hands in Reggie’s and Moose’s arms to stop them from making
“Was just try'na be
friendly.” The newbie tried to defend himself.
“Well, start getting
the memo. She’s off limits.” Reggie barked back. “Andrews, you got Geometry with (Y/N/N)
“Yeah, yeah got
it.” he said taking your book from your hands. “Let’s go bud.”
You nodded before giving Reggie a pat on the waist as a silent
goodbye and a silent “please don’t murder the new kid”.
“See you later,
“Are you crazy?!”
Smith nearly screamed at the freshman when Reggie went with Moose to talk to
their coach about the new play. “You
must have a death wish, I swear—“
“What? It’s not like I
“You do not talk to (Y/N),
ever. That’s like one of the ten commandments of this school!”
“What? Is she Mantle’s
“No, she’s more.”
Smith scoffed. “Fuck with Mantle’s
girls and he might give you a beating of your life but touch his (Y/N) and he’d
probably murder you if you haven’t been chopped off by Cheryl first.”
As if on cue, a black limo stopped in front of the gate of
Riverdale high and out went it’s empress. Graceful and intimidating as ever,
barely giving other people a glance.
Blossom,” Smith said, almost dreamily which was worrying considering
Cheryl looked like the kind of girl who would murder you if you breathed at her
wrong. “She had a twin, Jason, but
he was brutally murdered. Now all she has left is her money and (Y/N).”
sisters?” Smith looked at the newbie with an
“Sorry, my bad. New
really knows. Just like Reggie, they have just been really close ever
Cheryl sighed as she scanned her eyes for the familiar face of (Y/N)
in the parking lot but it was proven fruitless. She, however caught Reggie and
Moose on the way to the door.
“Mantle, where the
hell is my dear (Y/N)?” She said as she went near
his annoyingly tall figure.
Reggie could barely contain his groan when he heard her eerily
high voice. “She’s not a toy
“Of course not.”
Cheryl said obviously missing the point Reggie was trying to make.
Reggie sighed. “She’s
safe from you, if that’s what you’re wondering.”
“Listen here, dimwit
“She’s in her first
subject with Arch, okay? Calm down.” Reggie said pushing
the door open. “And for your
information, she’s my (Y/N). It’s
time you start learning that.”
☽ synopsis: Jeongguk
fell in love with you over the course of many years. But there were four
specific events that made him fall for you more and more
guys. this will be my first one shot and i am quite proud of finally being able
to finish one. any form of feedback is very much welcome & please give it a shot
In the course of 10 years, Jeongguk had managed to
fall in love with you. But there were a few specific events that really made
him really fall head over heels for you. Four events, to be exact.
If eleven-year-old Jeongguk had to describe the place he
had moved to in one word, it would be quiet. Although Busan is quite known for
being a big city with many skyscrapers decorating the skies and lights visible
from miles away, the district he moved to was like a whole other world in.
Located in the outskirts of Busan, the area could also be described as a serene
place with few people filling up the wide streets. Even though the young boy
was used to quite the opposite, he familiarized himself easily. Befriending
neighboring kids and meeting new people went without complications. Jeongguk
really was a shy kid, but for some reason he managed to get to know many kids
and dared to get out of his shell.
Sweet, sweet Spring Break is the time when you’re meant to sleep in. Plan all day shenanigans with your friends, stay up late and then wake up even later without worrying about school. But unfortunately for you- you have an internal clock that deems it fit to wake you up at eight in the morning, no matter if you had spent all night riding around with friends in Tony’s Mustang before grabbing milkshakes at three in the morning.
Cursing the happily chirping birds as your eyes blink open, you roll over onto your back and kick off your blanket. You groggily get out of bed, smoothing down your bed head as you stumble out into the hall and into the bathroom. But in your current half-asleep state, your brain’s neglected to realize that the bathroom is currently occupied.
You don’t hear the shower running until it’s too late and your eyes widen at the sight of your very naked, very soapy boyfriend.
So I came up with this little spell idea this morning as my mom made cinnamon toast for breakfast. This recipe is known by a lot of people, but it so happens to be passed down to our family by my mom’s godmother.
So! To start you need:
-bread (white bread works best but use what you want)
- nutmeg is optional (this is my little add on hehe)
-rose quartz or clear quartz
So first of all I’d say have your quartz with you either on the counter or if you’re in the broom closet, like me, keep it in your pocket. It’s for helping you focus the energy into your dish
Now! This spell is for sweeting up a friendship or relationship and you can do it 2 ways and it all had to deal with the bread.
The bread is your foundation, if you want your friendship/relationship to stablize or be more firm toast your bread first.
If you want to soften up your friend or partner bc they’re being too distant or tough don’t toast your bread.
And of course make sure you focus on your intent through this entire cooking process! :)
Next! Butter your bread, you could always make it in the shape of a sigil too for bonus action, the oven heat will activate it.
The after your butter has been spread it’s time to add the cinnamon. This gives your spell a little extra kick and brings in prosperity. If it’s a romantic relationship perhaps even some more spicy love too.
Lastly, add your brown sugar! Add as much as you like or as sweet as you’d like to make the recipient.
Then pop in the oven on a baking sheet at 400 degrees ferinheit (or however you spell it -.-) and cook until the sugar melts up a good bit.
(Warning!!!! Soft bread will try to fall apart upon removal so be careful!)
Remove from oven, let cool a little and serve! Don’t forget to have a slice yourself! It takes 2 to tango after all!
Add nutmeg for extra something something to your spell if you want too! It’s also really good on the toast!