too short for the short bus

throne-of-ashes-and-beauty  asked:

WW2 era Nessian to compliment the WW2 era Feysand I'm working on!

Surprise. Short, sweet, and simple.

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The wind was cool as Autumn was approaching quickly. I tugged his letterman jacket tighter around my shoulders as a chill ran through my body. Begging myself not to cry, begging myself to stay strong, I watched him step onto the bus.

The bus that would take him away from me. The bus that would take him away from all of us.

Ignoring my demand, the tears fell.

My lips still tingled from our last kiss. It seemed too short, not passionate enough, not full of everything I had wanted to say. Although, the night before had been utter bliss. His hands had explored me like they never had before. He whispered everything I had ever wanted to hear into my ear, and I believed every word.

 I glanced down at the ring on my finger, of his promise for when he returned. I had never been religious, but I prayed. I prayed from the time he fell asleep beside me until he woke up as dawn broke the night sky. I prayed as we walked, hand in hand, to the bus station. I prayed, begging whomever was listening that he would come home safely, in one piece.

That he would come home, and he would marry me, and he would give me children in a house by the lake, just as he promised he would.

Once he found his seat, he looked out the window and found me, already watching him. I smiled, wistfully, and waved. I wasn’t sure if it was goodbye or hello, and I didn’t want to make up my mind on the matter. 

“I love you,” I mouthed, pulling his jacket around me as if it was the only thing holding me together. “I love you so much.”

His lips moved, “I love you,” as a single tear ran down his tanned cheek that he quickly wiped away. 

He reached in his jacket pocket, the one that rested just over his heart, and pulled out our pictures from the photobooth at the carnival that past summer. 

I’ll carry your picture everywhere I go, he had told me after we had made love, only hours before. Everywhere. And when I’m feeling lost, I’ll look at it. When I’m missing home, I’ll look at it. When I’m missing you, I’ll hold it against my chest until I can hear your annoying, beautiful voice in my mind.

What will I be saying to you? I laughed. In your mind?

He took a moment to consider before he kissed my nose, and pulled me against his bare chest. How sexy I am. How good my ass looks in my uniform.

The memory made me smile as he put our picture back, safely, in his pocket.

The memory soon faded, and panic filled my body, as the bus engine revved. 

“No!” I screamed, and I didn’t realize it was out loud until his face paled.

He was not ready, either. 

It was too soon. He was too young. He had just graduated high school the spring before.

“Cassian,” I whispered, and it came out broken. It was a plea. Don’t leave me.

But, he had to. He didn’t have a choice.

I ran.

I ran to the bus, and reached for his hand, but I couldn’t reach it.

“I love you,” he said, sadness shining in his soft, hazel eyes.

“Nes.”

I turned to find Feyre and Mor, two of my closest friends, holding their hands out.

Before I knew it, I was being lifted off the ground and my face was within inches of his.

“And you thought cheerleading was a dumb sport,” I laughed, but my heart was not in it.

“No, I said it was only a good sport when you were doing it,” he brushed my hair behind my ear as he spoke. “Because you look so damn good in the uniform.”

My lips brushed his, and electricity shot through me, memories of the night before, memories of our love, flashing through my mind. “I love you. I’ll be waiting for you.”

“I’ll be home soon,” he promised. “I’ll write everyday.”

“You better,” I warned, and gave him one last kiss before the bus began to move.

My feet hit the pavement, but his eyes were still locked with mine. We watched one another until the bus pulled out of the parking lot. We watched one another until we couldn’t anymore, until the bus had disappeared, taking the love of my life with it. 

may tomorrow be wonderful too - headphoneswrites

“You talk about life like you’ve had a second chance at it.” 

Instead of directing him to the nearest mental hospital like Akira half-expected him to, the man with the headphones just grinned, a little mischievously. 

 “Who’s to say I haven’t?”

 Or: the story of five people Akira encountered, the mysterious pin that connected them, and how they changed his life- and he changed theirs.

my contribution to the TWEWY 10th anniversary! it’s a crossover fic between TWEWY and p5, with heavy emphasis on where the TWEWY squad is 10 years later. the first chapter is the Neku chapter. you can read it here on a03 or below the cut!

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yu-nim  asked:

hi there! do you have books you'll recommend to read while travelling?... say books to read on the plane?

Hello there! Well, I think it would be cool to read a book in which the setting is the same as where you’re going. Otherwise, I like reading short stories or novels that aren’t too difficult (as you will likely have distractions on a plane or a bus). I’d suggest The Sense of an Ending (a little mysterious but not a mystery), Stoner (clearest prose I’ve ever read), or The Rosie Project (light, humorous, charming) if you want to read a novel, or any collection of short stories (like this one). 

I’d love it if others chimed in as well.

P.S. Adding this after I posted, but *this* is the short story collection to bring! I just looked at the contents, and it’s amazing. Plus, it’s super cheap. :D

I had plans to write serious fic today, but clearly that’s not gonna happen. For you, @liketolaugh-dgm, because I need to redeem myself after yesterday’s request.

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Link woke up at five am as he always did, but unlike always, he wasn’t in his four poster bed in his bright simple room.

As soon as he opened his eyes and registered the sunlight falling over him and Allen he closed them again, last night’s memories washing over him.

“Do you want me to teach you something?” Allen whispered against his temple, voice half lost in Link’s heady bliss.

The last time Allen had ‘taught’ Link something it had involved tongue and a lot of candies. He licked his dry lips, glancing away in shame as his own eager immediate response even though Allen couldn’t see him. “Yes.”

Allen laughed dryly, breath rustling a few stray hairs from his mussed braid. “Great.”

He kissed his way down Link’s jaw, pressing an affectionate one into the corner of Link’s lips, and then trailed further down, peppering tiny kisses all along Link’s neck, lips parting around a laugh every time Link shivered, tickled.

Link flushed at the memory and glanced down at Allen, who was still asleep. Link had spent the night before, yeah, but never on accident like this. As his remembered more and more of yesterday, he recalled with muted frustration that he had somewhere to be at seven in the morning.

He slipped out of bed, relieved Cross was gone on another of his trips. Link did not dislike Cross per se but… the man could be horribly embarrassing, even if Allen didn’t seem to care.

He made his way to the bathroom attached to Allen’s room, leaving the light off for fear that he’d wake Allen with it. He relieved himself and then washed his hands and face. Done, he went back to the room and quietly found his socks and shoes, mourning the wrinkles that were surely lining his clothes.

He pressed a firm hand into Allen’s shoulder, shaking him very slightly. “Walker,” Link whispered.

He woke easily, eyes fluttering open. He glanced at Link, looking him over before smiling slowly. “Good morning,” he said, and Link assumed he must’ve slept well to wake up sounding so satisfied.

“Good morning,” he said. “I have to go - I wasn’t supposed to stay over.”

Allen laughed and sat up, swinging his feet over the edge and looking up at Link with a grin. “Alright, I’ll see you out.”

At the door they exchanged a brief kiss, though Allen seemed to want it to linger, fisting his hand in Link’s braid and hopelessly tangling it further. It was only with repeated reminders to himself that he needed to go that gave him the discipline to pull away. Allen laughed again when Link removed his braid and pulled his hair into a high ponytail instead.

“What?” Link asked mullishly, and Allen only laughed harder.

“Nothing, nothing,” he said, smiling hugely and resting against the door frame as he waved Link’s demand off. “I just think you look amazing.”

Link stiffened in sudden embarrassment, before relaxing. “You always say that,” he accused, conscious of his day old hair and clothes and sleep deprivation.

“Because it’s true!” Allen said with a short laugh. Link left soon after, walking the short distance to a bus stop.

Thankfully the buses were running, and Link figured his clothes looked even worse than he thought. He kept getting strange looks, and they stared hard. Link was embarrassed for their own lack of shame.

It wasn’t too far to Link’s from Allen’s. Link’s hope was short lived that no would be up because the moment he walked through the front door Tokusa was walking past.

He stopped, stared at Link, and laughed so hard he choked and spilled the cup of orange juice he was holding.

“What?” Link asked defensively, because Tokusa was always laughing at him for one reason or another.

“Holy fuck!” Tokusa gasped, wheezing. “Tewaku!” He cried desperately. “Oh my God Tewaku you have to come see this, fuck I’m dying!”

“What is wrong with you,” Link demanded, wishing Tokusa really was dying. It was too early for this nonsense.

“What’s wrong me? What’s wrong with me? I’m not the one who walked in looking like they clearly got some ass last night!”

Link gave a sort of dying crushing wheeze.

Before he could gather some semblance of response or, you know, dignity, Tewaku made it down the stairs, clearly woken up by Tokusa’s gasping laughter. She was wearing one of those 'I woke up like this’ tees, but the worst part was that she really did look beautiful.

Link could see the petulant start of the word 'what’ on her lips, but then she caught sight of Link and burst into giggles.

“What is it?” Link demanded, frustrated and embarrassed.

“Oh God this is the best. Tell Allen I love him,” Tokusa pleaded, breathless. “Please. Tell him I’ll buy him lunch because this is the funniest shit I’ve ever seen.”

Tewaku made it down the stairs and gave Tokusa a good natured frown even through her laughter, grabbing Link’s hand and leading him to a hall bathroom. She kindly shoved him in and turned the light on, and there, in the mirror was, oh-

“Oh my God,” Link whispered, eyes riveted to the collection of love marks all over his neck, horrified and recalling every strange look he received that morning. “Oh my God.”

In the distance he could hear Tokusa desperately calling for Madarao to come down next, and Link knew with the cold certainy every man near death has that he would never be allowed to live this down.

I Can’t Lose You || Calum Hood

back at it again with the calum imagines! lol

Summary: Calum’s insecurity ends up biting him in the ass when the fight between you and him affects his performance. He gets a panic attack and the only person who can calm him down was you.

I M A G I N E 

“Y/N, why the hell would you put on that short, skimpy-looking pair of shorts?” Calum yelled at you as he was pulling down his black tank top. Calum was overreacting to the fact that you were wearing a fairly short pair of shorts. But, it was the summer time and you were practically melting. So, you thought that wearing such shorts would keep you cooler. Although they did, it produced a heated fight between you and Calum. 

“Calum, it’s summer time and it’s fucking hot!” You yelled, watching as he gave you a glare. He was ruffling his hair before a hairstylist came in to fix it up for him. The show was about to begin, after all. “Why else would I wear these shorts, Calum?”

“I don’t know, maybe to grasp the attention of other guys?” Calum pointed out as the hairstylist awkwardly trimmed a bit of his hair. “C’mon now, Y/N, it makes your ass look divine.”

“I’m not trying to wear it to look good!” You yell, rolling your eyes at him. “I would be sweating cats and dogs if I wore leggings or some jeans.”

“Then why not wear a long skirt?” Calum suggested, looking you dead in the eye. The hairstylist fled from the dressing room, realizing how bad this fight was getting. 

“I feel uncomfortable with skirts, and you know that!” You argued, feeling yourself get hotter from the yelling. 

“I would rather you be uncomfortable than totally exposed!” Calum said, going all up in your face. He was breathing heavily, seeing as his chest went up and down quickly with big inhales and exhales. “It’ll help me be at ease.”

“Oh, so my comfort doesn’t matter so long as your comfort is in tact?” You said, fairly offended at how selfish Calum was. You understood the jealousy, but that was because he cares about you and doesn’t want to lose you. But why can’t he trust you? “You don’t trust me, and that’s fucked up, Calum.”

“I do trust you!” Calum disagrees, flailing his two arms in the air. “I just would feel much better if you didn’t wear that overly-exposing pair of shorts to show the entire world how sexy your ass and legs look!”

“But Calum, that’s not my damn intention!” You say pleadingly. “I just want to wear a pair of shorts because it’s way too hot!”

“Five minutes, Calum!” A worker peeks into the room and says. He then escapes to do other work, leaving you and Calum practically oozing with heat. You sighed, looking away at Calum. Finding yourself to play with the hem of your shorts, you begin to feel bad. The extreme urge of apologizing felt crucial even though you didn’t necessarily do anything wrong. But, it would make the situation much better if you apologized and moved on.

“Calum, I just want to say that I’m–” you tried to apologize but Calum wasn’t having it.

“Go to the fucking bus and wait there,” Calum said coolly, not even bothering to go look at you. “I’ll see you after the performance.” Calum began walking away, leaving you hurt and confused. Did he not want you there to watch the performance and be there for him.

“But Calum, I always watch your performances!”  You called out, but Calum was already out the door. You sighed unhappily, looking down to the ground. He didn’t want you to see him perform… It shattered your heart a bit to think that he sent you away to the bus rather than being on left wing to watch him perform. With you shoulders falling and head down, you trotted out the dressing room and towards the tour bus. 


“You alright, mate?” Luke asked Calum during the middle of a song break. Michael was telling the audience about how Ashton dropped an open and entirely new pack of Vegemite on the ground. Ashton was trying to deny it, but held the face of pure embarrassment. 

“No,” Calum said, his voice croaky and strained. “I fought with Y/N before the show tonight, and I can’t seem to shake this stomach ache I have because of it.” Luke nudged Calum, giving him a reassuring smile.

“You’re probably just a bit hungry, too,” Luke said, taking a swig of water. “Just talk it out later, okay?” Calum shook an unconvincing nod before going to his mic to ready himself for Beside You.

Calum was doing just fine during the performance. But he couldn’t help but start to feel himself swim through rough waters when he began the next verse of the song. You just kept showing up in his mind, your smile, your laughter– it was taunting him. Because right now, he was sure as everything that he had lost you and he was so mad at himself. He kept looking at left wing, feeling sad when he didn’t see you there. That was his fault. 

Bring me back, bring me back to you…” Calum sang, feeling his heart get slower as he was begging for air. His heart was having a bipolar moment, with his heart moving like waves, but then suddenly going as fast as a speeding train. “When we both wake up underneath the same sun. Time stops, I wish that I could rewind…” Calum stopped playing his bass, holding onto the mic stand as though he was going to fall. “So close but so fah…” before everyone knew it, Calum fell to the ground and began to cry, feeling himself lose breath dramatically. 


You were sitting in the tour bus, crying. You feared that Calum didn’t want you anymore. He sent you away to the tour bus, denying you the pleasure of watching him perform. It hurt your feelings as you were browsing through potential plane tickets and flight dates. You supposed that you were going home. 

Of course, until a wild Michael Clifford came rushing in the tour bus, pale and sweaty as ever.

“Y/N, fucking come over here now!” Michael grabbed your wrist and pulled you out the door. As confused as you were, you frantically joined him anyways. Stuffing your phone in your pocket, you actually ran at Michael’s pace. 

“Mikey, what’s going on?” You asked as security let the two of you in the stadium. You guys were rushing passed workers and worried management. You were confused from their concerned faces and looks. 

“Calums having a panic attack, and nothing is calming him down!” Michael said as you felt yourself grow goosebumps. Calum is having a panic attack? A surge of worry and fear filled you as you began to run faster than Michael. “He’s in his dressing room!” Michael yells, knowing you were gonna make it quicker than him. You dashed over, passing by bodies as you made it to the dressing rooms. Once you saw Calums name on the door, you shoved the door open and was introduced to a series of painful screams. 

“Calum, it’s okay! Relax, mate, please!” Luke cooed, holding onto his hand as Ashton held the other. A few of the doctors that were part of the management were there, trying to calm him with a series of medications and images of ‘soothing things.’ But you felt your lips quiver when you heard Calums voice. 

“I can’t! I c-can’t!” Calum screamed, tears oozing from his eyes as he was lying down on the couch. “Breathe-! I can’t breathe!” You ran to the couch, instantly picking up Calums head and placing it on your lap. You began playing with his hair as he was shaking in fear and anxiety. 

“Hey, I’m here, baby, I’m here!” You cooed, kissing Calums forehead gently. “It’s all okay, Calum, I’m here and I’m not going anywhere!” Calum looked into your eyes with his, full of horror and distance. 

“Y/N! Y/N, is that you?” Calum asked, his voice immensely shaky and croaky. His tears still existed though his crying was calming down. “Y/N, please don’t–! Don’t ever go, please! Tour bus, never! Never again will I send you there!” 

“And I’ll never go there!” You say, beginning to cry at his sad face. “Even if you say so, I will be there at left wing. Always, Calum!” Calum instantly shot up from lying down and sat up straight. He immediately took you into his arms and sealed you there, rocking the both of you back and forth. You smiled, your head leaning on his chest with your arms loosely around his. 

“F-fuck, I love you, Y/N!” Calum said through his crying. “I c-can’t lose you, and I never will even dare let you through my fingers!” You felt his heart beat slow down to a normal pace as he held you tighter. 

“I love you, too, Calum,” you whispered, planting a small kiss on his chest before closing your eyes. “You won’t lose me, I won’t let that happen, either.” And that did the trick. Before the boys and the management knew it, Calum rested his head on yours, with his rocking gradually stopping. He joined you in closing his eyes, but then ended up falling sleep. You smiled at the sound of a now calm and snoring Calum Hood. 

“I can’t lose you, Y/N,” Calum whispered in his sleep, his hold on you still strong and passionate. “Without you, I wouldn’t be breathing right now…”

blEsssssssss. calum imagines are back in business (?) anyways, hope you enjoyed this, anon, and the rest of my beautiful readers! bless you all for being so nice and sweet and actually liking my writing. im rather insecure about it, so im glad you guys actually like it! send in requests to help me improve, though ^~^” i love requests anyways, to make you guys happy and to help me learn to be a better writer. so please, requests all the way!

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The 4th of July is when summer starts to end. In five more weeks, preseason starts.

Dex spends the holiday on his uncle’s lobster boat, working. His sunburn has faded to a farmer’s tan. If he looks at his face in a mirror–which he hasn’t in a month and a half–he knows he’ll see even more freckles. His arms ache. He and Sara spray each other with bug spray and climb on the roof of the shed with a blanket to watch the sun set.

Nursey spends the holiday on a blanket at the 72nd St Boat Basin, head pillowed on a folded sweatshirt, sunglasses over his eyes. He’s saving a spot for the fireworks, even though they’re not incredibly visible from the Upper West Side, even though there’s a giant decrepit derrick blocking his view. Even though the friends he most wishes were with him are miles away.

The sun goes down.

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au where bilbo has had a very long day at work and he’s really tired and grumpy and it doesn’t help that the bus is full and he’s kinda too short to reach the railings to keep himself up right so when the bus moves and he falls on top of a very large bearded man’s lap he think’s his day can’t get any worse except this man gives up his seat for bilbo and they have a lovely chat about the weather and bilbo really hopes they meet again.  

moshingatthedisco  asked:

Hi! Could I have a ship pls? My name is Zeppelin, I'm ftm trans, I'm 5'5, I have short blond hair and I have blue eyes. Interests are: cars, MEMES, Supernatural, smoking and hanging out with friends. I'm kinda a dick but like, I have a heart. Cuddles are okay, making out is👌. I'm still in school. I'm pretty stupid tho. One time I got into a fight with a guy on the bus cause he wouldn't stop misgendering me. Long story short, I got kicked off the bus and suspended from school. thanks, xoZepp❤️

(Omg I love supernatural too dude. Jared Padelecki is my man.)
I ship you with….DALLAS WINSTON
If your description didn’t already scream it, you two are literal partners in crime! Dallas also may or may not love making out with you. HE WILL FIGHT ANY PERSON MISGENDERING YOU AT ANY TIME. You two probably met through friends and hit it off telling each other stories you had. You and Dallas have kinda the same personality?? Like kinda a dick but has a heart. He enjoys being taller than you and likes to look at your eyes a lot. xoCharli❤️

i want a tourbus fic where all 5 boys are watching a movie together and louis is sitting in harry’s lap and they’re snuggled up under a blanket but they’re both kind of horny so harry starts to touch louis through his sweatpants and eventually pushes his hand inside and starts bringing louis off with torturously slow strokes that are subtle enough to keep them from being discovered but also slow enough to drive louis out of his mind so eventually louis drags harry back to the bunks, pushes him down on the bed, and rides him til they both come :o

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Binan Koukou Chikyuu Bouei-bu Short Shorts (Volume 1)

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At some point in time I had confidence in my ability to tell voices apart >.> How am I having trouble distinguishing between Atsushi and Ryuu?! *sobs* How did I accidentally get on board for doing the short shorts too I have the game and the novel to work on why

[edit: corrected some speaker names. thanks fortune-maiden <3]


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Creepypasta: A Cold Love Story by Liam Vickers

I sent the text to my friend max, reading, “Dude, are you at school?” The bus was already a good 20 minutes late.

It was late November, and it was cold.

So damn cold.

My eyes burned against the outside air, and each intake of breath was like swallowing razor blades. Everything was dim, tinted a dull blue, and all was eerily still, seemingly frozen in time. Mercury in the thermometers had settled to the bottom, refusing to budge.

I could see my breath as it shimmered against the thin air, warping and climbing upwards in despair before vanishing. Even the trees, long dead, with crooked, empty limbs, appeared to be shaking against the cold. Frost and ice glinted sharply in the faded sunlight, clinging on and threatening to overtake the trees. The occasional glimmer of sunlight was nothing short of an ironic and cruel sight as its warmth could not be felt. It seemed so distant, its hazy blue glow so utterly small and insignificant against the frozen vastness. The crunch of snow could be heard as I walked – a crisp, sharp sound cutting through what was otherwise dead silence before disappearing into the oblivion with nothing to return an echo.

I stopped for a minute.

It seemed as if I was the only one in this world; a world of cold, of stillness, of nothingness. Neither the heat of a friend, nor the joy of their company existed here.

I was taking a note of all this with my eyes closed, so as the keep them from freezing, when I began to hear the crunching of snow. It was Sarah. I always met her at the bus stop, or had been anyway, for the past two weeks. I was glad of it too. I used to hang out with my good friend Jenna, but she hadn’t been showing up for the past week or so and now it was just Sarah to keep me company.

I opened my eyes slowly, wincing at the frosty wind. I could see Sarah walking towards me, pace slow and steady. Her balance wasn’t affected in the slightest by the now increasing gusts of frigid air whipping snowflakes around like small needles. She wore a fuzzy wool purple hat that sat lazily atop of her head. It didn’t obscure her face at all however, and I could still see her eyes of the purest blue you could imagine. They were only highlighted by her flushed red cheeks, no doubt due to the cold. She was absolutely beautiful … sweet and funny too, but for some reason, I never really saw her with any friends. I suppose this was because she had just moved in. That and because all the guys I knew were too afraid to even talk to her.

I guess that’s why she was stuck with me all the time. In fact, she actually seemed incredibly lonely when I wasn’t with her.

I suddenly snapped out of my thoughts to realize that I was staring at her. She saw me looking and gave a slight giggle with an exaggerated wave. I quickly blushed and only managed to choke out an awkward “hey” before turning away.

I quickly whirled back around however as I realized that something was wrong. She was wearing nothing but a t-shirt, a pair of short shorts and her backpack. I practically tripped over myself as I ran to her.

“Sarah, what are you doing?!” I cried. She stood in front of me, shivering and taking short staggered breaths. Her attire was certainly strange, but there was something else wrong too. Something was different about her.

“Did you walk all the way here like this?!” I asked, dumbfounded.

She had said earlier that her house was a good 20 minute walk from the bus stop.

“John is worrying about me!” She cried, her face lighting up as her eyes widened and stared straight into mine. She paused for a minute before sheepishly continuing, “I thought … maybe I could use your coat.” Her voice trailed off as she looked down at the ground.

I couldn’t believe it! I had on several layers of jackets and I was still freezing! I couldn’t even imagine how cold she must have been!

“Oh my God! Sarah! Of course!” I cried, taking off layer after layer and wrapping her in them. “Did you not have enough time to grab a jacket!?” I asked incredulously, now down to just a t-shirt myself. “You must be freezing, and the bus is already really late, you had plenty of time!”

She shook her head. “I wanted to use yours!” She giggled, wrapping her arms around herself and the jackets she was now wearing, smiling with eyes closed. I was taken completely aback. This wasn’t like her at all.

“You-” I stammered, “you did this on purpose?”

“I’ve never felt so close to you.” She smiled, leaning her head on her shoulder. My mind was racing. I had NO idea what to say to that.

“Sarah, why are you acting so strange all of a sudden?” I asked. She didn’t respond at first, and didn’t seem to have heard my question.

“Awww! Won’t you be cold now!?” She suddenly cried, forcefully grabbing my hands in hers. My mouth moved but words were nowhere to be found.

“It’s … It’s ok, haha, I’ll just freeze to death.” I finally joked as I often do when I’m uncomfortable. Her face erupted in horror, her eyes going wider than I’d ever seen.

“No!” She screamed in anguish, beginning to unzip my jackets, meaning to give them back.

“No! Haha, I was joking!” I cried, grabbing her arms to stop her. The instant my hands closed around her, her face flushed bright red and she stopped in her tracks.

“John.” She stammered.

“You need them more than I do.” I laughed awkwardly, sickening concern encroaching on my heart.

Her face changed then … Distorting … Twisting, and giving the widest smile I had ever seen. I found myself backing up and letting go of her arms. Her smile was misplaced somehow, erroneous and deranged. It crawled across her face like a disease and just kept spreading. Her eyes didn’t blink and stared straight towards me but weren’t really focused on anything.
The areas in which they normally seemed to sparkle now seemed dull and flat. It was incredibly disturbing, so much so that I began to sweat despite the cold.

“So, are you ready for school?” I asked nervously, trying desperately to change the subject or do anything to get rid of that smile.

“School?” She questioned, straight faced, her eyes slowly coming back to focus, “We don’t have school today, silly. It’s a snow day because of the storm that’s coming.” She giggled.

“What?!” I cried, “Gosh dangit! I didn’t get an email or anything!”

She said nothing, but looked at the ground guiltily. Then I saw it. A smile began to slowly carve out her cheeks.

I was dumbfounded.

“Did … Did you …” I started.

“I wouldn’t have been able to see you if you knew there was no school.” She said, matter-of-factly, as that twisted grin continued to stretch her face further and further, eating away at her pale skin. The wind howled and crystalline needles bit at my exposed skin.

Suddenly, she laughed, grabbing onto my waist.

“You better stay close,” she giggled, “otherwise you’ll catch a cold!” My mind was in full retreat mode now as I began backing up.

I tried to wiggle free of her grasp saying, “Haha, yeah, I guess. I think I’ll go home now and maybe get some more coats, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then if the weather improves. Ok?”

Seemingly not hearing me, she snuggled in closer and closed her eyes. My hands were in the air, my body rigid and taut as my heart convulsed with unease. I drew several shaky breaths and looked down at her. Her smile now appeared … rather peaceful?

“Is this really all that bad?” I thought to myself. “A lot of guys I know would do anything to be in this position. She just wanted to see me was all … Yeah! It’s actually really sweet, albeit a little drastic.”

I relaxed a little, almost hugging her back, when I suddenly saw the dark crimson stains on her arms. My muscles tensed.

I choked, my voice faltering as I stammered, “Is that blood?”

Ignoring the question, she pressed herself even closer and looked up at me.

“Let’s go to your house!” She squealed, her face like a child’s on Christmas. “Don’t you need your coats? I’ll take them for you!” She grabbed my hand, looking at me to lead the way. Her big blue eyes glimmered with hope. I felt sick, torn between concern and fear.

But surely she was just having an off day, or messing with me in a cruel drawn out joke. It didn’t really matter though. We can’t stay out here forever, I thought to myself.

Taking a deep breath, I slowly nodded my head and began walking towards my house. She clung to me tightly as we walked and I tried desperately not to shiver and send her on another episode. We were nearly to my driveway when I got the text back from Max. I awkwardly wiggled my phone out of my pocket with my left hand as my right was still in Sarah’s vice grip.

I was still walking as I brought the phone up when I was suddenly jerked back, almost losing my balance on the slick ice.

I turned around to see that Sarah had stopped cold, her hands gripped so tight around my own that I could almost hear the bones breaking. I let out a gasp of pain and tried to pull my hand free, but she wouldn’t allow it. Her expression had gone dark, hair draping over her face.

“Who’s that?” She said, the usual cheer all but gone from her voice.

“It’s- … It’s Max! My friend?” I gasped still cringing in pain as I opened the message from him, “He was just telling me about-”

My blood froze. I stared at the screen as my chest tightened.

“Telling you what?” Her voice cut through the crisp air.

“Just about … How much he likes snow.” I lied.

Slowly, her cute face reappeared and her grip lightened as she smiled at me. We began walking again.

“You know, I like snow too.” She said coyly.

I didn’t even hear her; I was too busy staring at what was on the screen.

It read, “Yeah, of course I’m at school! Where the hell are you?”

I turned to look at Sarah, my hands beginning to shake, having nothing to do with the cold. I’m sure my face showed my horror and confusion but if she saw, she didn’t let on as she met my gaze with a cutesy smile. Her murky black hair was partially obscuring her left eye, making the right seem all the more piercing as its frozen blue hue searched my face. I could feel its chilling gaze stabbing at my numb skin.

“Who would you rather hang out with?” She said, still a hint of malice in her quiet voice.

“What? I stammered.

“Max. Is he a good friend of yours?” She said, looking away.

“Yeah, I guess?” I replied nervously, “I mean, I’ve known him for a while.”

Her hands slowly balled into tight fists, nearly crushing my own hand as she muttered something under her breath. Then she turned into my driveway and started walking down.

Leading ME.

How did she know when to turn? How did she know this was my driveway?!

I yanked my hand from hers with all of my might and took a few steps back.

“Sarah,” I said trying to keep my voice strong, “Where is the bus?”

She looked devastated, staring at her empty hand, not saying a word. Her irises shook slightly, her face becoming hollow, whatever color she had disintegrating into a grey slag.

“Where the hell is the bus Sarah!?” I yelled. “Why didn’t it ever come?!”

She looked up at me. “No … school … today.” She muttered to herself, eyes once again distant and dim as she fumbled around and tried to reach for my hands blindly.

“Yes we do Sarah! We do have school!” I cried, further backing up, “The bus should’ve been at the stop, but it never came!”

“It wanted … just the two of us.” She mumbled, face blank and emotionless.

“And why do you have your backpack if you weren’t planning on going to school? How do you know where I live?!” I was becoming hysterical now.

She chose to ignore all if this and instead found my hands again, gripping them tightly and smiling crookedly. In the most unnatural way, she didn’t seem to be feeling emotions, and yet carved them into her own face all the same. It was as if she was trying to imitate expressions she had seen others express.

“I’m cold,” She said, “we should go inside.”

I took a few long breaths and tried to calm myself down. It must have just been a misunderstanding. Max was probably just messing with me! It wouldn’t be unlike him to joke around like that and get me all worked up about missing a school day that didn’t exist. He was the one lying, and I had lashed out at Sarah who was just trying to be nice! Right? I’m not even sure if I believed it myself, but it was better than thinking of the alternatives.

“I’m sorry,” I sighed, then, fumbling for words to make her feel better, I choked out, “Thanks … Thanks for being with me.”

My heart warmed as I saw her face shift ever so slightly. As if waking from a dream, her eyes glanced around, taking in her surroundings for the first time. Her sunken lifeless features slowly ebbed away as, for the first time today, a believable smile flickered into view. One that didn’t appear forced or fueled by delusions.

When her eyes cleared, focused on me, and realized that I was smiling back, she blushed profusely and turned away. I laughed at that and she started to giggle too.

Her eyes suddenly flicked down to her hands which were still gripping mine. She let out a little squeal and dropped them, burying her face in her palms, apologizing over and over. Her black hair meandered around aimlessly in the wind, doing little to hide her embarrassed face.

This was the Sarah I knew: the girl who had trouble talking to other people, the girl who always had a bewildered look about her as if the world was shifting under her feet, the girl who hadn’t been able to look me in the eye for several days when we first met. She never talked about herself; she didn’t seem to want to. She would always listen though. And when she did, her eyes always seemed less piercing, less haunted, and I was certain that she could sit silently for hours while I spoke. Before the events of today, I had still known something was off about her, about the way she listened so devotedly. I could always see a faint emotion shift her features, but it was now finally clear what I had been looking at: relief. When she listened, she appeared relieved, so incredibly comforted to be free of her own thoughts. It was absolutely heart wrenching, but it also served to make her previous demeanor of a few minutes ago all the more out of place. She hadn’t listened at all; she appeared to be trapped in her own mind.

As we began walking down the driveway to my house, I looked at her and took a heavy breath, calming my nerves. I only hoped that her strange behavior had subsided for good. We trudged through the slowly accumulating snow. I had been too lazy to shovel it with my parents having left for Hawaii a week ago. Ironically, as much as it pissed me off to imagine them on a beach while I was stuck here, I was actually glad that neither of them would be home for a few days so I wouldn’t have to explain Sarah to them. I would just be all too like them to try and make things weird if I brought a girl over.

We reached the door and I fumbled for my key, eventually unlocking the door and jumping inside before too much warm air escaped into the bitter cold. I immediately started up a fire, not really realizing how cold I had been until that moment. I looked over at Sarah taking off the jackets and folding them neatly before placing them down gingerly by the entrance. Her movements were strained, her spindly limbs tired and weak. She appeared to have a normal mental state now, but as she finished up and her eyes glanced at me, I couldn’t help but tense a little.

“Hey … Sarah?” I asked slowly, my heart going dark and beginning to pound, distrust and fear suddenly reclaiming me. I had to know.

I nervously continued, “Could you maybe go to my room and get me a hoodie?” My pulse was racing and my breath quickened. If she could …

“Anything for John!” She cried with a big smile, turning to go. She took several steps further into the house. Her pale form walked deliberately at first, but her pace gradually devolved into a strained staggering motion before she eventually came to a complete halt. Still facing away from me, her icy voice quietly seeped out, “But, I don’t know where your room is.”

I felt a huge wave of relief. Thank God! I felt bad for ever doubting her, for giving her such a dumb test.

I laughed, “Haha, sorry, that’s right, it’s up the st-“. I suddenly stopped myself. “You know what?” I chuckled, “I’ll just go get it. I need to stop being so lazy anyway.”

What was wrong with me? I apparently still felt like I couldn’t trust her! Stupid. Stupid! But I just couldn’t stop myself. I didn’t believe her. I wanted to know if there was really no school, I wanted to know why she had been acting so strange. The only thing holding me back was the fear of such a question bringing back that other smile. That deranged face.

So I just kept quiet, instead asking if she wanted some hot chocolate.

Her eyes lit up, “is that even a question?” She laughed. Her ghoulish posture slackened slightly as she turned to face me.

I smiled and moved into the kitchen starting a pot of water to boil. “Would you mind watching this for a second?” I asked.

“Don’t you worry,” She joked, “no one watches water better than me!”

I laughed and ran up the stairs to my room. I grabbed my doorknob only to recoil in shock. It was freezing! I could feel a draft of frozen air seeping out from under my door. I gingerly grabbed the handle with my fingertips and slowly opened it, letting lose a blast of frigid air. It felt like a window had been left open, but as I checked, they were all closed. Now that I thought about it, I remembered my room being freezing that morning as well and really quite drafty for the past week or so. I was only really noticing it now that today was so particularly cold. I would probably have to sleep downstairs by the fire until I could figure out the problem. I quickly grabbed my hoodie and closed the door to my room so I wouldn’t let all of the heat out of the house. I walked back down the stairs and into the kitchen, but Sarah was gone. The pot was boiling over, spilling water onto the floor. I quickly ran and shut off the heat, cursing under my breath as some of the scalding liquid splashed onto me. I grabbed some towels and began soaking up the mess. I finally got it all cleaned up when I thought I could hear shuffling on the kitchen floor.

“Oh no! John!” Sarah suddenly cried from directly behind me, making me jump out of my skin. I whirled around to face her. She was holding her backpack, seemingly empty now as she slung it back over her shoulder.

“What were you doing?” I asked, my eyes narrowing.

As soon as I said it, I immediately regretted doing so. I began to see her eyes frost over as she searched for an answer; her face becoming sunken, lifeless, her personality flipping.

“No! It’s alright!” I cried desperately, handing a mug to her, “uh … do you want marshmallows? Look! I have cute little bunny shaped ones!”

This snapped her out of it, and she squealed in delight as I showed her the bag. “Look at the little sugary mammals!” She giggled.

I laughed as I started to make the hot chocolate. I was so torn and confused, I really liked her like this … but where had that other side of her come from? It scared the shit out of me. I had to watch everything I said and did to keep her as the Sarah I knew. Or, thought I knew anyway.

It was about 12:00 now.

“The school would’ve called by now to report me absent if there had been a school day.” I thought to myself. I let myself relax a little more, looking over at Sarah as she sipped delicately on her hot chocolate. Her hat was still goofily perched on her head. I smiled and reached over the table to her, adjusting it so that it was at least sitting straight.

“There,” I said, sitting back down and grinning, “That’s better.”
She stared wide eyed back at me, her cheeks going red, trying in vain to keep from smiling.

Suddenly, from within her backpack, her phone rang. I couldn’t help but face palm as I heard the ringtone.

“Bruno Mars?!” I laughed as her face broke out in horror. “You’re just as bad as my mom!” I continued, “I can’t believe you two have the same ringtone! Hahaha!” She practically squealed in embarrassment and fished around in her backpack, quickly tearing out the battery.

She sheepishly put the battery in her pocket and looked down at her feet. “Do you want to …” She asked nervously, “maybe walk to the bus stop with me tomorrow?”

“Trying to change the subject eh?” I playfully jeered. Her face just grew even redder as her hands fumbled hastily with her shirt. I couldn’t help myself, it was impossible to say no to her like this. Any fears from before were buried deep in the back of my mind.

My giggles slowly died out and I gave a slight nod, saying, “Yeah, sure.”

“Great!” She cried, suddenly bolting out of her chair and running to the door. “I’ve uh- got to do something now!”

“I’ll be here tomorrow at 6:00!” She called back as she disappeared into the frozen wasteland, shutting the door behind her. I sat stunned for a good minute. Where the hell did that come from? She hadn’t even taken a coat with her! Imagining her in just a t-shirt in that brutal cold made me want to run after her, but I knew she was long gone by that point.

I lazed around for a few hours, did some chemistry homework, and even shot Max another text saying, “I’m serious man, we didn’t have school today right?” But he never got back to me. He rarely checked his phone anyway though, so I brushed it off, opting to sit and watch TV rather than simply wait for his lazy ass to reply. I was absent mindedly watching some sort of documentary when my phone finally buzzed. Picking it up, I realized that it had just run out of batteries. Max still hadn’t responded. Groaning, I stood up and picked up my house phone. I would just have to call him at home. I punched in his number and brought the phone to my ear.

Dial tone.

I tried again.

Dial tone.

Frustrated, I looked at the monitor.

“No service.” It read.

What? It was a landline! “How is that even possible?” I grumbled to myself. “Must have something to do with the storm.”

I sighed and tossed the phone, plopping back down onto the couch. I realized that I should have been checking the news to see if they had any insight into the possibility of school tomorrow.

I flipped to the channel, and my heart practically stopped.

I only heard the tail end,

“… Not releasing images or further details on the bus incident.”

Then the camera switched and they began talking about the highway conditions. I felt an absolutely horrible sickness gripping me. “It couldn’t be. Could it? Surely that little dialog I heard couldn’t have been talking about that. Not about the bus on my route.”

“That would be ridiculous! I’m not even sure what I heard!” I tried in vain to calm myself down, but I quickly realized that I HAD to know for sure. A strong wind suddenly gusted outside and the house shook, tremors being sent down every dark hallway. I stood up from my couch slowly, glancing at the snow beginning to plaster against the windows. Although grey and dull, the flakes seemed to glow against the oppressive darkness as nighttime fell. The frozen slag piled up as distortive structures slowly spread across the once perfectly clear glass.

I secured every layer I could find and suited up, grabbing my flashlight and taking several deep breaths. The frigid night air seemed to ripple with heat distortion as the door swung open, falling stagnant again as I stepped outside. I locked the door behind me and fumbled the keys into my pocket with shaking hands. I began walking the route the bus would’ve taken, my pace slow, the sickness growing worse with every crunch of snow under my feet.

“The school didn’t report you absent.” That’s because the phone is dead! “Max was just playing a joke.” Then why didn’t he ever text back?! Nothing I said to myself made me feel any better.

The dim light from my house was becoming more and more distant now, disappearing altogether as I turned a corner, now just me and the flurry of snow. The skeletal trees surrounding me groaned against the wind, their twisted black shapes silhouetted against the deep blue hue of the night. I hadn’t seen another house for some time now. The families in my neighborhood were exceedingly spread apart and the empty stretches of road seemed to snake on forever at points. More often than not, the snowplows didn’t even find the time to drive as deep into the community as I was going.

It was snowing quite heavily, but I was still certain I would be able to faintly see the tracks of the bus if it had driven anywhere. Despite this, I hadn’t seen its tracks for over a mile. Ordinary cars never usually drove up the way I was walking, and yet I noticed that the roadway was layered with the tracks of smaller vehicles. They looked fresh. That’s when I saw something up ahead, barely visible in the haze.

Lights. Flashing red and blue just ahead around the next bend. Whatever sanity I had left was quickly draining. I approached the lights and peaked around the corner. I didn’t want to believe it, but the sight that greeted me was something I had known I would find all along.

There, surrounded by ambulances and police cars, a mangled mess of metal and shattered glass, sat the bus I had been taking for nearly four years, jutting sideways out of a ditch. The windows were caked with blood which was still a dark crimson red, preserved perfectly in the cold. The once hot, steaming liquid had frozen solid to the splintered glass, encircling small bullet sized holes. The ambulances were stuffed with body bags as the surrounding street was scattered with a few severed limbs. I swore I could see steam softly rising from the dead white appendages as they were ever so slowly covered in drifting snow. I tried to listen to what the officers were saying, but, not daring to get to close, I could only make out a few words and jumbled phrases:

“Hacksaw.”

“Removed post-mortem.”

And one that made my stomach churn, “A few pieces missing.”

Realizing how downright suspicious I looked, I began sprinting back to my house, trying to keep my stomach down as my heart lurched rapidly. I reached my front door and frantically fumbled for the key with my numb fingers, looking behind me into the inky darkness. I finally got the key in the lock and turned it, but then I heard a sound, a knock on glass. It was coming from above me.

I looked up slowly, heart pounding. There, in the window above me, the window to my room, I couldn’t see much of anything. The light was off.

Which was a problem because I knew I had left it on.

But then I could make out some sort of shadowy smudge on the window. I was straining to see what it was when it suddenly moved, backing away into the darkness and it was only when this happened that I knew what I had been looking at.

Sarah’s pale, ghastly form had been pressed up against the glass, smiling down at me with a grin that splintered her face in half.

The realization made me stumble back, fear negating my ability to breathe for a second. How the hell did she get in?! I creaked the door open slowly, ready to run back to the police at any moment.

“S … S-Sarah?” I called into the house, hearing it echo down the dark empty hallways, “What … what are you doing in here?” My voice trailed off. What the hell was I doing?! I needed to run! Run now! My mind screamed at me. As a wind gust shrieked outside and blasted me with cold air, I watched the dim moonlight dance through the empty rooms of the house. If Sarah was still inside, she didn’t say anything and her silence continued as the wind howled and the house groaned.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Something was beginning to roll down the stairs from the top. Something heavy. From my position, I could only see the base of the stairs, so I could only listen as the sound grew closer and louder.

Then it happened. A pale, mangled form came tumbling down the last few steps and smashed onto the ground, its limbs horribly twisted and broken. Crimson globs speckled the soiled ground where it now lay. Its arms and legs seemed to radiate a ghastly white, splayed out like a spider on the shadowy ground. Heavy blood oozed from it silently in the darkness. It had no head.

Then I could make out footsteps. My body was frozen, my heart spasming erratically. I couldn’t take my eyes off the corpse.

I eventually heard Sarah’s voice quietly echoing down the staircase, “You didn’t give me time to prepare this one like the others.”

I tried to say something but nothing came out. Not even a squeak.

“After all, you said he was special to you.” She continued, coming into view; hacksaw in one hand, a ghoulish head in the other. Its expression was so distorted in terror that I didn’t immediately recognize it as Max’s. His mouth was stretched horribly agape, almost as if unhinged, a horrific scream forever imprinted on his face as his eyes stared straight ahead, wide and unblinking.

I couldn’t take the sight of it. I fell to the ground in utter shock. I tried to scream in anguish, but as before, I couldn’t make a sound and simply dry heaved into my hands.

Then I felt a hand on my shoulder.

“There there,” Sarah cooed, “Are you feeling sick? Catch a cold? Sarah will make John all better! And John will love Sarah for it.”

She gently lifted me to my feet, dropping Max’s head and the hacksaw and in turn grabbing my hands. I was in shock no doubt. My limbs felt numb and distant; I couldn’t think or move. I was just standing there, shaking violently. She gave me a big hug, wrapping herself around me and smiling crookedly. Her movements were all wrong, disturbingly inhuman, as if she was a puppet controlling her own strings. Her blue eyes should have been highlighted by the dark crimson blood splattered on her, and yet they appeared just as grey as her skin, sinking into her face, enclosed by darkness.

Her frigid hands slowly grabbed mine again, and she began leading me up the stairs, making sweet noises and whispering, “Sssshhh it’s ok. All you need is me.” I followed in a trance-like state, not really processing anything, stuck on the horrors I had just seen. Max’s disfigured head, his broken body, tumbling down the stairs like a rag doll. The bus, the bodies everywhere.

Next thing I knew, I was on my bed with Sarah sitting close next to me, holding my hands in her lap, her face a contorted grinning mess. “It’s cold in here you know.” She said, blushing as her eyes remained dull and lifeless. “Maybe if you just held me.”

I managed to choke out two words, “My … Friends.” My eyes began watering.

“Sshhhh,” She swooned, maneuvering to sit on top of me, “John’s friends are all here.”

I shook my head.

“Mrs. Bus driver lady is over there!” She assured me, pointing to a mangled bloody mess in the dark corner of my room. Through my bleary vision, I could make out a ghastly set of eyes staring lifelessly ahead from within the mound of flesh. The sight was horrendous and I turned my head away, gagging some more.

“You don’t need anyone but me,” she continued, “but I didn’t want John getting lonely either. So I kept your friends here.” She began stroking my hair. “Most of Jenna is in your closet.”

“I cut a hole in your roof so she could stay there for longer.” Sarah giggled, “Room temperature is no good for friends; it must be cold like outside. I’ve let her be with you all week, it’s my turn now.”

I began thrashing around, trying to scream but only letting out strangled squeaks. I couldn’t take any more of this! She giggled and interlaced her fingers with mine, pinning my arms down and bringing her face inches away, grinning from ear to ear. Her head was tilted to one side, her dull grey eyes swirling with darkness.

“Only me to love now.” She whispered, “John loves me now.”

I shook my head violently.

“No.” I croaked out.

“You’re so funny!” She laughed, “John loves me, and I love John! So much!” She leaned her forehead against mine. “Much more than his parents. His parents wanted to leave him, but I made them stay with John. Made them stay …”

Her hand moved and gestured to under my bed.

Then she kissed me.

Fic: At Last

I was feeling a little nostalgic about Glee last night and I realized that I have never posted this fic on Tumblr. It’s dedicated to my friend Jess, and without further ado, here it is. AO3.

Based on this: “My little sister came home from school one day and demanded I take her to the library so she could get books on sign language. I asked why? She told me there was a new kid at school and she wanted to befriend him. Today, I stood beside her at their wedding, watching her sign I Do.”

Deaf!Kurt. *Note* : I am not an expert on sign or ASL.


Cooper often found himself laughing at his little brother, and today was no exception. Cooper watched from the kitchen window as Blaine excitedly bolted from the school bus, his Power Ranger light-up shoes sparkling with each pounding step. Seconds later, he heard the door fling open. “Mama!”

“Not here,” Cooper yelled back through a mouth muffled by peanut butter and jelly. He walked into the hallway where he was met with eager brown eyes, unruly curls, and an outfit that looked too clean for an eight year old returning from school. “What’s up, short stuff?”

Blaine frowned. “I’m not short.”

Cooper laughed and held his hand out above his brother’s head. “Sure.”

Blaine glared at Cooper for a moment before his face brightened again. “I wanna go to the library!”

“How’re you getting there?” Cooper asked as he shoved the rest of the sandwich into his mouth.

Cooper didn’t even have to look at his brother to know what he was doing. Blaine’s wide eyes were innocently gazing up at him, the corners of his mouth turned down just enough to puff his bottom lip out. “You?”

Blaine’s brother laughed and turned around. “Fat chance.”

A defiant voice spoke to his back, clear and surprisingly confident. “If… If you don’t take me, I’m telling Mama what you really did with the money she gave you for school supplies!”

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Bill-My friend

Ted-Bill’s friend

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Lotus- Weebs other friend, not quite as decent person

tw:stabbing, assault

NO REAL NAMES WERE USED FOR THIS STORY

Well, I’ve been waiting to get this one out for quite some time now. It was my freshman year of highschool(AKA Last year). I knew next to nothing about Japan or weeaboos. I played my Pokemons and all that shit, but no manga., or anime, I didn’t even know what hentai was. But that all changed last year. We were in our English class, and we were introducing ourselves. Across the room from me was a short girl with two long pigtails and a stack of manga on her desk. She stood up and gave her introduction,“Konnichiwa!. My name is Em-san! I enjoy Hetalia and FMA!”(Just a summary of what she said). Well, the next day, one of Em’s friends joined me on the bus to school. She saaid her name was Heely and that she enjoyed Hetalia. She was quite nice, not too fangirly. At school, I met Lotus. She was short and obnoxious, and always hung around Em. I had no idea what hell I was in for.

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anonymous asked:

taylor, i have a confession to make to you. I have been following your blog for a while now and the thing is, i know nothing about infinite. I don't even know the members names except myungsoo, because hes always making these weird faces in their vids. and i also know hoya because his name reminds me of this spanish food company called goya. and he seems like the type to be bullied. so if you could do me the favor of introducing me to infinite i will be forever grateful :)

i feel so bad for u how did u struggle w following me, the biggest infinite trash, for all this time…goya tht is a new one im gonna have to write that one down but also u have come to the right place here we go heres infinoodle:

ok here are the members ill start out them i guess in age order?? oldest to youngest yee:

sunggyu: leader & residential old man i dont know how he escaped the nursing home but he did & he’s here to revive his old emo/scene band days (he rly was in a screamo band & has done screamo recently) but a good guy @ heart & is always looking out for his members even if they give him a hard time!!

dongwoo: !!! DINGLE!!! MY LIL ANGEL….. hones tly a the most precious human bean there is every time u blink hes laughing at some new stupid thing one of the other members or doing… or laughing @ himself tbh hes in his own world sometimes??? he also farted on national tv while he was on a show with his mom so yeh theres that„ also dressed in drag multiple times i luv my gf dragwoo     ….hes actually so caring towards his parents & a beautiful dancer & despite being a rapper has one of the best voices imo (listen to DIAMOND… HIS ADLIBS U WILL DIE…AS I HAVE MANY TIMES BEFORE) also has the weirdest hair colors but he looks so hot in them LIKE TH E BLUE HAIR DURING CHASER ERA MY ULT FAVE & PINK DURING INFINITE H    theres so much more abt him i can go on about but    i will spare u  OH ALSO HE IS S O SO OO OOO SHORT HE HAS TO WEAR INSOLES ALL THE TIME RIP (in subunit with hoya called infinite h)

woohyun: a sad lil man (hes p short too) um but he is honestly s o??? cheesy to the point where u wanna chase him down the block with ur steel-toe shoe & beat him bu t it grows on u i cant lie….he tried to be a model predebut & the pics are so o ooooo funny borderline mullet look & also appeared on this show dressed like a girl & was in this cf(?? idk what it is jsut so funny) infinite cares about their fans so much & they always say it but this guy he has to go to the extent of calling us his li ke….gfs (meanwhile sunggyu friendzoned us!!! smh) but as the main vocal he has a rly powerful voice & his last verse in the chaser makes u feel like ur looking into the eyes of god!!! he was in a subunit last yr called toheart with shinees key & has act/ had the lead role in hslo this past year as well (bonus clip of him trying to act mad lms if u cried)

hoya: h to the o y a i go top of the world u know my name… the usher luver of the group & literally never stops fc ukgin dancing like if u tied him down with titanium steel he would break free & dance…. he left school to pursue becoming an idol & his dad was kinda mad but they r good now… he was in dance groups predebut (sporting a jordans shirt & bedazzled jeans amazing) but he is very passionate about what he does & is so dedicated to his work… to the point of overworking himself like he got hurt (his foot) this past summer bc of dancing during a show & if u look @ the vid he gives 120% the whole time i didnt even know he got hurt during that perf until he said thats how he got the injury?? he had a solo in which he had a snapback rise from beneath the stage, puts it on, then later rips off his shirt what a guy…. is in the subunit infinite h & has acted on dramas before!!! aka sad gay doctor hoya in the drama reply 1997 (RLY GOOD even if u dont like ifnt) & was on my lovely girl with myungsoo as a grade a asshole idol (random clip of him hitting a girl in the head w a ball on accident)

sungyeol: literally kool guy when he wears sunglasses bc long tall & slender but he is honestly a child whether he is pranking the other members or doing rly … interpretive (skip a lil to around 3 min)… dances. did a special stage with sungjong in which he dressed up as a girl & sung troublemaker a classic tbh. one time jokingly wanted to rap for fun then they actually had him rap in the song cover girl?? sickest bars ive ever heard. hes actually rly insecure about his talents bc so many ppl only equate him to the tall guy :-( but hes so much more & has been improving vocally with each comeback!! hes also an amazing actor (he originally wanted to be an actor) starring in many dramas i recommend love potent also hi!school:love on!! this past november him, sungjong, & myungsoo debuted as infinite f!!! the cutest group    I ALMOST FORGOT HIS SEXY BACK PERFORMANCE

myungsoo: his stage name is L but honestly wtf does that even mean its just an excuse for his weeaboo trash ass to talk about anime more!!! but no rly at debut they kinda made him put on this cold front & act all mysterious as “”L”” but he is the complete opposite…. he is so weird i d ont even know where to begin. he laughs at everythgin just like dongwoo & is actually SOOOOO CLUMSY RIP  he falls all the time its so tragic but i love it…. hes so into photography!!!!!! its rly his passion & has published 2 photobooks. he’s the visual of infinite but he said he doesnt want to be seen as just this?? he plays guitar too hes done it in tons of stages & acts a lot too!! (this one was the funniest role) also in infinite f

sungjong: ETHEREAL SMALL BEAN OF INFINITE….. H E IS UNREAL AMAZING AND BEAUTIFUL he should rly model (he’s recently been sooooo into fashion & models) but hes basically the ruthless maknae?? hes not afraid to say what he wants to the other members despite being younger but in public events i find him to be eloquent & composed?? hes rly close with all of his members & has vocally improved soooooo much since debut im so proud of him!! he has the best airport fashion….he has rocked pink hair….there is nothing this boy cant do!!! he also plays piano too & used to dance to girl group songs a lot (perfect i luv) hes in infinite f

so thats basically all them members im gonna go into shows/mvs/songs now??

shows: 

  • sesame player this is prob my fave one they are ruthless in this (this is very early on in their career)
  • ranking king this is just them being dumb and getting wild trying to beat each other in various competitions (this is recent like 2012)
  • this is infinite them being dumb yet again while dragging each other (this was this year in feb/ march….the first show i watched and i fell in love now im too deep)
  • you are my oppa so they get stuck with some stranger and they have to treat her like their younger sister…long story short sunggyu loses tablos credit card and mithra gives them sex ed im serious (this was them predebut)
  • birth of a family they have to raise puppies in this and they make sungjong pick up all the dog crap rip scenejohn (this was 2011/2012)
  • more here

mv: (not including dance ver)

songs: 

um wow this was a lot i could add tons more but here is a playlist of my fave infinite vids  i feel like i am forgetting a lot but i hope this helps this is infinoodle

I’m always seeing things like, short girls are cute, short girls are adorable but then there’s always so many of those statements that then throw tall girls under the bus.

Don’t do that. We never get told we are cute. It doesn’t pay in society to be a female and tall. I’m only 169cm but even I feel like kawaii fashion is for short girls anyway. how many times have I had to wear shorts underneath a dress? Too many times. I try to squeeze a waistband from one of the Japanese fashion brands I like over my larger hipbones, it’s annoying. It makes me wish I was petite. You can loose weight but you can’t change your bones.

I do not want to see another post that throws tall girls under the bus or just treats them like they’re not as cute or hails petite women. There’s so many of them. That’s shiiiiiiitttttttttt.

Don’t be afraid to take up more space, don’t be afraid to be bigger, taller, stronger. You need to stop with these posts worshipping short girls and stop treating tall girls as awkward & not feminine enough.

Everyone is fucking cute alright. Give the girls with taller, bigger bones some love.

Jungkook - Rated 19

You are casually sitting in the living room of the BTS dorm. Next to you is your boyfriend, Jungkook. The both of you were watching clips on youtube when you decided to watch their debut MV, No More Dream.

“Jagiya why do you want to watch our MVall of the sudden?” Jungkook asks as he fix your fringe to the side. 

“Nothing I just want to watch my Jungkookie” you reply your eyes not leaving the laptop screen. Meanwhile Jungkook can’t help but smile at your abrupt reply. 

You click the play button and the both of you start to watch the video. 

When they crashed the bus and started to come out one by one, you cheered diligently to each member. However when Jungkook was introduced you frowned as you thought his introduction was too short. “Yah Jungkookie who did the voice over? How come you were the last one to be introduced?” you complain

He only chuckle at your commentating through out the MV. You would either complain of his short screen time or cheer whenever he is closed up. 

Jungkook knew this isn’t the first time you’re watching their MV but everytime you do, it always seems like its the first time you’re seeing the MV. 

You got really into the MV that you started dancing in your sit. 

When the first ‘La, la, la, la" part came Jungkook took a note of that. So for the second time the 'la la la’ came. He quickly covers your eyes. 

“That’s enough for you Jagiya” he said and stopped the video right when Jimin exposed his toned stomach on the MV. 

“Heeeey!” you complain 

“Its rated 19 stuff. You’re not allowed to see” he explained

You giggle as you know what he’s talking about. “Arasso! I can see it live.” you say playfully 

His eyes widen as his eyebrows encounters each other. “Yah ____ do you wanna die?” his tone sounding serious. 

This made you burst out in laughter and you could only wrap your arms around his torso and hide your face on his chest. “I’m just kidding Kookie.” you finally say when you calmed down. 

You look up to him, your face an inch from each other. “I’d rather see yours” you say and peck his lips and you wink making him flustered all of the sudden.

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*winkeu* *winkeu* I’m sorry I had the idea in my head it has to be written! XD btw requests are open~ so if you want a specific scenario, just let me know! :D

Please do not undermine the work that the Blue Devils put into their season. They worked hard, they got results. They had a phenomenal show design and phenomenal members. Just because the scores aren’t what you wanted doesn’t give you an excuse to undermine the work that these amazing musicians have put in for over 3 months and longer, if you consider the camps. I get that scores aren’t what was expected. So what? Getting angry and accusing judges and making absurd “theories” about conspiracies, bribery, and bias is no way to end a wonderful season. You were all entertained weren’t you? That’s all that matters. Let’s just remember that the members of a drum and bugle corps are humans, too.

Also, scores are a fun way to keep the activity competitive but if you only care about placements of the drum corps activity, then I don’t know what to say. What about the experience? The memories? The long days and the short nights? The bus rides? The rehearsal blocks? Are all of those encompassed into a number? Long story short, it’s not the scores that matter in the end. The musicians in the drum corps don’t enter a corps like the Blue Devils or the Cadets or Carolina Crown with the intent of just wanting to win a World Championship. If it happens? Great! If it doesn’t? Oh, well.

Every corps had a great season this year. Jersey Surf celebrated its 25th in style and made a lot of alumni, including me, extremely proud. Legends made semi-finals for the first time in their history. The Blue Devils won their 17th World Championship. Why can’t we be happy at all of these achievements instead of being angry at how things turned out in the end? Why can’t we be proud of the corps that didn’t make semi-finals or finals and all of the work that they put into their season instead of laughing or making fun that they didn’t end up making the cut after prelims? Get off your high horses, especially those of you who have never had to endure what a drum corps season entails. Sure, it’s easy to say a corps “doesn’t work hard” or that they’re “not serious,” but I dare you to go out and do it if you think it’s that easy.

The drum corps activity has always been about marching musicians who strive to be something greater. To have the time of their lives, make the most out of the summer, entertain thousands, and perform their hearts out.

So please, it doesn’t matter if you’ve never marched or marched in the past, do not undermine or bad mouth a corps. These people are incredible. They are “Marching Music’s Major League” and they deserve respect.

—  A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT.