“What do you mean he’s gone?” your hands started to shake from worry. The intensified nervousness that’s been building up in you for the past week was finally taking over you. You couldn’t believe he was doing this, on today of all days. Harry wasn’t the type to do this, especially with a life-altering situation such as this. Even though part of this situation was mostly your fault, you’d be damned if he left his fiance at the altar.
This is what I wanna do with my life. I’m currently Stage Managing a one man show for uni assessment, and while I feel truly fucked over with this assessment, I still know that I wanna be a professional Stage Manager. I was recently stage crew for a local production of Les Mis and absolutely loved the thrill of it; the adrenaline of rushing to set each scene in the short time frame. Now, that same company is looking at me for Stage Manager for their big musical next year (rumours of either Strictly Ballroom or Jekyll and Hyde), and I’m praying to all the theatre gods I get it. The thrill of making other people look and sound good, the thrill knowing I’ve helped entertain people and share the story of the musical is what I live for. As a Stage Manager I hope to end up traveling, and eventually move and work full time in the U.S on Broadway productions. That is my dream. Whilst I’ve had some hiccups along the way, that hasn’t scared me off, if anything, it makes me want to work harder at it.
This is my life. Theatre is my drug. I was made for Stage Management. Let the journey begin.
Here she is in all her glory, my drawing of my favorite superhero, KIKI! The savior that we deserve in these times of peril. @taylorswift , Don’t worry, I’m still working on several drawings of you, but in the meantime, (if by some miracle you even see this), could you show her how she’s become an icon among us?
44. "How much of that did you hear?" and/or 47. "You make me want things I can't have." for the dialogue prompts💗
This ended up being hella angsty. I hope you like it! 😂💜
“I don’t know what I’m doing, Iz. I can’t stop thinking about him, but I can’t be with him either. My entire life will fall apart if everyone knows the truth.” Alec paced back and forth, his fingers pulling at where they were weaved in his hair. They had been talking about this for the past ten minutes, and he felt like he was close to losing his mind.
“You don’t know that, Alec. The Clave will get over it, and so will mom and dad. You’ll be giving up your life and any chance of happiness if you do marry her. You don’t love her, and you never will. But it’s clear as day that you have feelings for Magnus, and he reciprocates those feelings. You can’t keep living by the Clave’s every preference. You have your own emotions, and you shouldn’t have to ignore them just because others don’t like them.” Isabelle was giving him one of her sympathetic looks, and he hated it. He hated that he knew she was right, and he hated himself for being so afraid.
“What if it isn’t even worth it? What if he’s really like all of the rumors that circulate about him and I end up looking like an idiot?”
“He’s not and you know it. You know him, better than I do. Do you really trust a Clave file over your own heart, Alec?”
Alec stopped pacing then. Something about that question pierced right through his logic, and his heart felt like it was dropping. He was about to reply, to try to salvage what he had left of his excuses, but then a cough sounded from the doorway. He turned to see Magnus standing there, a carefully blank expression on his face, and Alec wished he could disappear into thin air. Isabelle stood up then, placing a hand on Alec’s shoulder for a moment before she left them alone. Magnus walked into the room, and Alec shut the door behind him, his heart racing. They were silent for a few moments, until Alec couldn’t take it anymore.
“How much of that did you hear?” He asked quietly. Magnus faced away from him, studying the blank wall of Alec’s room as he answered.
“I tuned out after you began speculating whether or not I’m really a lothario,” he said, feigning nonchalance despite the fact that he was clearly upset.
“It fine, Alexander. Really. I should have known better than to assume that you could think past the Clave’s opinion of me.” Magnus’ shoulders were tense, and it made Alec’s insides twist uncomfortably.
He shook his head even though Magnus couldn’t see him, squeezing his fingers together as he tried to come up with a way to convey how he felt. He had never been good with words to begin with, and he was especially incoherent around Magnus.
“Please, Magnus. Just- can you look at me?” He didn’t know why he needed it. Maybe because Magnus’ warm brown eyes grounded him. Or maybe because they made him feel even more lost, and at least then he wouldn’t be trapped in the strict confines of his mind. Magnus turned, their gazes met, and the reaction was immediate. Alec took a step closer, cautious but determined, and Magnus didn’t flinch, which he took as a good sign.
“I haven’t been very kind to you lately. I know that, and I’m sorry. It’s just when I’m around you- you make me want things I can’t have.”
Magnus looked surprised, but he showed no signs of anger- to Alec’s immense relief. He opened his mouth, but quickly shut it and shook his head, his gaze dropping to the ground. He reached forward suddenly, grabbing Alec’s hand.
“The only thing that’s stopping you from having those things is you, Alexander. Not the Clave, and not your parents. You,” he said softly, without any accusation. A gentle squeeze of fingers, one last glance, and then he was gone, leaving Alec with a heart full of questions and only one clear answer.
- last night i could feel the hideous beginnings of a painful cystic zit coalescing under my awful flesh about a quarter inch below my bottom lip, and i woke up this morning with the zit no worse, but the entire left side of my lip was/is swollen and i’m already having an Ugly Day so i really resent this intrusion into my desperate fantasy wherein i don’t occupy a fallible physical vessel that will sabotage itself at any time for any reason, and anyway it’s still puffy to the point of interfering with my speech despite the fact that i’m alternating icing/heating it and boy do i love being alive
- speaking of which, i know it’s like, instinct 1 for most normal human beings to want to Continue On, but i’ve seen what feels like an inordinate number of ads and spam emails lately that are all basically some variation of “increase your life expectancy!” and listen my friend, my confused algorithmic pal, it’s not that i want to be dead necessarily, but i’m 30 and already Very Tired and barring my sudden transformation into a billionaire in perfect health who owns an automatically-refilling swimming pool full of percocet, i refuse to be here past 70, max
- the good news is that it’s 54º out and my dad’s doing a little better which are two of very few things nourishing my hateful soul
I can’t help but feel like my life is kind of just….over after college? Like after this whats the point of having cute clothes if I’m just going to live in a uniform, whats the point of feeling really good about myself when I’m just going to be stuck behind a counter, what am I going to look forward to when we are living paycheck to paycheck and we can’t afford to go do fun things, go on vacation, or even start a family…I just don’t know where my life is going after this.
@goldcaught wanted Immortals After Dark for crossover/fusion day, so here it is. I’m not sure yet if this will be how the actual multi-chapter starts, or if I’ll work it and edit it into something different… but it gives you an idea of what the plan is?
At first, he didn’t realize
what it was. Not really. A thousand
years of life, most of that spent with an absence of the sound, and when it
suddenly roared to life, all Niklaus could do was look around in befuddled confusion.
It took another beat, and
blood roared his ears as Klaus realized the noise didn’t come from the crush
around him, but, rather, from within.
do you have problems with your parents/family in general respecting your privacy, Zie? sorry if this ask seems invasive, but if this privacy thing makes you sad, you should try talking to them about it.
I don’t have problems with my parents. We don’t have secrets from each other, I always tell them every thing about my life! They know that I’m a sick pervert lololol but sometimes I wish from some privacy, for example knocking on my door before entering. When I asked that they got confused, like “what? Do you have something to hide in your room? You never did that before, why now are you hiding things?” And I said that I wasn’t hiding anything and they were like “ah okay, so we don’t need to knock on the door since you don’t have secrets :D”. Yes is true, I don’t have secrets with them, I don’t mind telling everything about my life, but I dunno I just wanna a private space, were no one knows me and I can post my shit
Amidst the chatter and drama, the dragging of my name and many of my personal friends’ names through the mud I thought it best I made a statement concerning it instead of just ignoring it.
What the blog said about me was true. I did write a drabble that involved self harm and transphobia, it’s not my first. Do I regret it? Nope. Do I think it makes me a bad person? Not even a little. Am I transphobic? I’m transgender, my own friends are transgender, the person I’m in love with is agender, you’re literally asking me if I hate myself and the people in my life. Which… Should answer itself? I have an entire Alternate Universe involving HxH where EVERY single character is transgender, I love that AU with all my heart. It was created because some transphobe (a real one, not someone I label so because I dislike them) said not a single character in hxh could be so and it’s unrealistic to expect this. (Jokes on you, asswipe. I still have people asking for more of this beautiful AU)
I am not, however, a pedophile. I think that is such… It’s an incredibly ugly, deplorable thing to say about another person. Personally, I find it disgusting someone would attack another who wasn’t there to defend themselves or have a say. I was told of this entire ordeal through friends who felt responsible in keeping me updated. I originally wanted nothing to do with this but I felt an obligation to do /something/. This bothers me, greatly.
I have written explicit sex scenes concerning Killugon and Leopika and a few other ships, somewhere hidden in my Google Drive but none of it was while underage.
To add, writing LGBT minors doesn’t make it inherently sexual nor is it disgusting. What’s disgusting is taking away the space people in a fandom have to create and express and relate.
In any case, I really find what happened incredibly disturbing and I’m thankful for everyone who spoke up in defense of myself and my friends. I hope everyone stays safe and please don’t listen to what one person might say about others without fully exploring, it’s important to be wary of the power of suggestion. Have a great night, all. This blog and all its content will stay open, it’s important to me and others. Thank you for your support.
ingrid, mo, and ollie what are you dreams in life? like what do you want to be when you grow up? do you want a family?
“WELL! I have always dreamed of being a veterinarian! I’m not sure if you know this, but I am a vegetarian. I love all animals with all my heart, and I would love to take care them.
I have worked so hard through school, and currently I am at the top of my class! So I think I have a pretty good shot of becoming a vet! As for a family, I would love to be a mom one day! I don’t want to jinx it, but I could see myself marrying Corina one day and starting a family with her. She is the best! We haven’t said ‘I love you’ to each other yet, but I know I love her. I should tell her that.”
“Okay well I want to move to Uptown once I graduate high school, so I can live close to Skye Fitness! I love that gym so much! As for a job, I want to play for the Llamas like my Aunt Midori! And I have no interest in starting a family. I definitely want a dog though! But no human babies for me please.”
“My dreams? Well I’d love to open a bakery one day! That’s all I got as far as dreams go, but I do want a family. I’d love to have a whole bunch of kids, like at least 5, but I’m in no rush! I haven’t really met anyone that catches my eye, so only time will tell.”
I have fallen in love with a boy who says he loves me too but I am too fat to be his girlfriend and he'll be with me when I'm more skinny. He doesn't know I always try my best and skip food for weeks . My best friend he's an arrogant sh*t boy. I don't know what I should do , my best friend is always right but I'm like dumb now..
Omgg what a dick. Girl why are you still talking to him wtffff, if someone said that to me I’d be like fuck you, your lose. Don’t ever let someone treat you that way hunny, your worth so much more. Plus if his saying things like that his only looking to be with someone for there appearance only, you need to block him from your life like straight away. Plz never talk to him again
Today we’re joined by Brie. Brie is a phenomenal young aspiring artist who specializes in visual art. She enjoys drawing people, including some original characters, and dabbles in fanart as well. Her work shows an incredible attention to detail and a sense of whimsy as well. Brie is a very enthusiastic and passionate artist, as you’ll soon read. My thanks to her for taking the time to participate in this interview.
Please, tell us about
art is mainly people because, well that’s really what I know I can do. I like
to draw specific people as well as
making up and drawing my own characters!
What inspires you?
inspired by the pits of hell I called my brain as well anything I see around my
school and in my everyday life
What got you
interested in your field? Have you
always wanted to be an artist?
be completely honest when I was little I really wanted to be a fashion designer
but I have always loved drawing and up until last year I hadn’t really done any
drawing but then I got really bored in my math class and I started up again! I
have honestly never been more thankful for a really boring teacher!
Do you have any kind
of special or unique signature, symbol, or feature you include in your work
that you’d be willing to reveal?
only thing that really comes to mind is that I always put my signature
somewhere in my drawing, but other than that I can’t really find anything else.
What advice would you
give young aspiring artists?
advice that I could give any young artists would be, and although it sounds
very cliché, but honestly don’t give up on what your working on, if you feel as
if you have no good ideas just draw or write about it anyway, even if it turns
out bad, DO IT ANYWAY!
Where on the spectrum
do you identify?
identify as a homoromantic asexual
Have you encountered
any kind of ace prejudice or ignorance in your field? If so, how do you handle it?
I live in a very Christian family and my grandmother is quite homophobic, so I
haven’t really told anyone save some of my close friends. Whenever I bring up
any form of conversation about asexual stuff, I get told “no you’ll find someone”
and stuff like that and honestly I have never had so many quick change
conversations about food in my life.
What’s the most
common misconception about asexuality that you’ve encountered?
biggest misconception I find about asexuality is that most people think that
people who are ace have no emotions, and anytime anyone askes me so you don’t
have emotions right I just have to stare at them so a minute, then morph into a
purple dragon and fly away form the stupidity.
What advice would you
give to any asexual individuals out there who might be struggling with their
advice I could give would probably be just go with what feels right, go with
the one that makes you genuinely happy and see where it goes from there!
Finally, where can
people find out more about your work?
I’m Syrian Canadian. In this point of my life I have lived exactly half of my life in Syria and the other half in Canada. In the past, whenever I came back from visiting Syria, I get people ask me if I went back home. But what is ‘back home’ exactly? If I was swimming in the Atlantic Ocean and someone asks me where’s home, what will I say? I memorized Syrian history and I memorized Canadian history and I can regurgitate every fact, conflict and war. Yet I feel disconnected from my background because… where do I belong? What’s my history, culture, heritage?
Hey, Donnie. Can I get a hug? I’ve been having a bad week and way more anxiety attacks than usual this month, and I can’t figure out why. There’s no reason for me to be feeling this badly, at least that I can tell. Could it be subconscious stress about school? I’m a senior, so maybe it’s college or the future in general? I know you can’t read my mind and tell me lol but do you know what‘s possibly going on? Only thing that’s helping is a good show/book and hot chocolate. You’re amazing, ily ❤️
It could be all of those things.
As a senior you will be ending the life that you know of school for the last 13 years or so and do something you’ve never done before as an adult!
Yeah, that would be stressful. I’m glad you found things that make you feel better though.
It’s important to learn how to handle stress because as an adult you are about to have a lot more of it.
Ok, I’m about to go to bed, but I’m afraid to leave this ask unanswered. I don’t know what the fascination with my sex life is about. I have already said that I’m not comfortable talking about it.
To answer your question, yes, Roman and I have had sex. That is all I will say. The details of what we do is strictly between the two of us, unless we choose to talk about it with others. I am not making that choice.
Kiddo, I am asking you nicely to please let this topic drop. Please do not ask me for more details of my sex life. Please do not ask Roman. Please do not go to Virgil or Logan about it either. Thank you.