there is a particular type of emptiness that comes on a person between the hours of 11pm and 4am wherein your body sends steadily more confusing signals about what it wants, which you dutifully try to interpret. do we want a pink donut, you ask yourself? dutifully, a pink donut is procured and eaten, but the emptiness persists. do we want a toasted ham and cheese sandwich instead, perhaps to eat while reading a suitable fanfic, curled up in the kind of comfortable window-seat our house does not, in fact, possess? what do we want, brain-body?
here is the answer: what we crave in these moments isn’t nourishment, but acknowledgement freely offered, as opposed to covertly solicited. we sit awake while others sleep and hope our distant friends will sense, by some animal gnosis apart from us, that we want their company; will know to reassure us that we’re not wasting their time, that they’re thinking of us, that we’re valued and wanted. it’s a complex sort of hunger, and one the human body is evidently ill-equipped to convey to its resident ghost in any clearly distinguished fashion.
so instead, we make terrible decisions involving carbohydrates while squinting at unsatisfactory literature. because existential crises.
this was NICE and NEW. life had always seemed a bit casual in the enchanted forest. sure they had plenty of things to worry about when they’d been here before the curse. like wolves and the evil queen. but it was different now that she was with regina. at least for now people had stopped hating on her, or at rather the MAJORITY of people - at least from rubys rather naive perception. for now everything was calm, the kingdom was at peace. plus she didn’t have to work for granny as a waitress. instead, she was living in a PALACE, with the most beautiful woman in all the land. she rolled onto her side that morning with a smile, bringing a hand up to tuck a piece of hair behind regina’s ear. she wasn’t actually sure if the woman was still asleep or not. “what do you think about going for a ride today. me and you?”
My 7 year old nephew: *SIGH* I have to go to the bathroom. Me: Okay, so go. Nephew: I don’t want to. Me: Um … Why? Nephew: Why does our body not do what we want it too. I mean our brain does millions of things a second, and yet we can’t control when we go poop. I should be able to decide, like, okay at 5:15 today when I get home from school, that’s when I’m going to poop. But no. I can’t control my brain to decide when I have to poop. So my brain controls when I poop! I AM RULED BY MY POOP AND I REFUSE TO GIVE IN!!!!! Me: …… Okay then. Nephew: ……………………… I’ll be right back, I have to poop. *walks out*
I'M AWAKE. I'M WIDE AWAKE AND HAVE SO MANY IDEAS THAT MUST MEAN WE'RE GOOD TO GO RIGHT READY HERE WE -
Woah okay, slow down. We're not at a hundred percent yet but we can pick a FEW ideas to hear and work on ONE project we've already got going. There's the garden, the tarot deck, or the story.
Okay but WHAT IF YOU HAD A FULL ACRE OF LAND LET'S PLAN FOR THAT GARDEN IN DETAIL -
Okay wait, no no, we can day dream OR we can do details for what we have NOW.
I want to be creative I NEED TO CREATE LET'S CREATE
Cool ok so which creative project are we working on?
What, no -
TOTALLY different - HORROR! Remember that story you started six years ago with the moths? Let's try that from the top. And, and, and! A ghost story too! But not that New England game thing you have notes for, something menacing! OH - LET'S WRITE A VIDEO GAME! We could -
No, what? A horror game how did we -
NO not a horror game a visual novel that invites people into a social issue but also like a psychological WAIT LET'S WRITE A THRILLER CAN WE DO A CRIME THRILLER WHAT IF IT'S LIKE A CRIME SUSPENSE BUT WITH GHOST HUNTERS AND LET'S MAKE THEM QUEER GHOST HUNTERS AND IT CAN BE A SERIES AND -
I'm just going to sit here with a coloring book until you wear us both out.
Kels is currently sailing the Atlantic Ocean on a cruise with family but this is super important.
By now you guys have heard the statements from the talking heads that are the executives at Fox. We didn’t hear the news we wanted today. We were hoping to be able to exhale for the first time since September 22. Unfortunately, we are still on the hook.
It is up to us to save Ginny Baker and Pitch. She may not “need a man to rescue her” but she needs to her fans to do it.
We are asking that each of you please follow our new Twitter account @PitchStreetTeam. We have work to do!
This is about saving a show that matters and NEEDS to be on the air. If things don’t go our way in May we need to be able to rest easy knowing we did all that we could. But we feel confident that if we put in the work now, things will go our way. This is gonna take work and persistence. Let’s remember it took Ginny five years in the minors before she got to the BIGS. What if she quit in year three or four even?
We can’t quit in January. Right now we are the Padres six games back in the wild-card race! Please follow @PitchStreetTeam where we will be running campaigns monthly until May. Remember how hard Ginny worked out in episode 2? Yeah that’s us right now. “We gotta get our work in.”
Can I have a one where (y/n) is friends with Pansy and picks on everyone but Fred takes it like a champ and fires back at her and it makes her swoon and they spend the rest of the day insult/complimenting each other?
A/n: I’m sorry if this sucked! I’ve never been in a heated argument and never have I insulted someone. Well I have once or twice but I hardly do it to anyone and I’m not very good at burning someone wth words.
Walking down the corridor towards the Great Hall for lunch, an awfully familiar voice catches my attention. This annoying high pitched voice belonged to the one and only Miss. Pansy Parkinson. Then as I walk forward a few more steps, I hear another voice that belongs to Pansy’s friend. (Y/n) (Y/l/n). They think they could rule the entire school with the snap of their fingers and have everyone under their command which makes me laugh at the thought of having them as headmistresses here at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. They pick on anyone and everyone they lay their eyes on, I suppose it’s just to show everyone how powerful they are when really they’re the weak ones.
Whenever I see (Y/n) and Pansy bullying someone, I lose my temper quite quickly. Who do they think they are? Hogwarts is supposed to be a place of learning where kids can learn and have fun with the magical gifts that they are given to since birth. Not a place where a kid shall feel insecure about themselves and dread coming out of their room to face a bully. In the muggle world, Harry told me there are lots of bad people out there. Bullies being one of them. I stand up for what I think is right. I turn the corner and see a first year Hufflepuff girl cowering in her spot looking down, too afraid to look up at the two Slytherins who were making fun of her. (Y/n) is the first one to look up and make contact with me.
“What are you looking at Weasel?” She spat making Pansy cackle for calling me a Weasel. I’m so sick and tired of these two picking on everyone including me. They might get away with it with the other people but it won’t be so easy to pass me.
“Obviously nothing interesting.” I say plainly walking up to the two Slytherins and stepping in front of the shaking first year Hufflepuff. (Y/n)’s smile turns into a smirk, what is she up too? “Why do you pick on everyone? Do you not get tired of acting like a bitch all the time?”
She laughs coldly at my last question. “Well, Weasley. If you must know, I don’t settle for little things like you and you’re poor family do. I’m out for bigger and better things unlike you I’m rich.” She seems to be indulging in every single word she says. I stay quiet and cross my arms over my chest as she spits hateful words at me that are supposed to effect me in some way. “You and you’re family are just blood traitors! Hanging out with Mudbloods and idiots who act just like you! My father is right. The Weasleys are a disgrace to the name of wizardry!”
“Are you done?” (Y/n)’s smirk turns into a smile at my words. I can see the excitement in her eyes, I guess she likes it when someone turns out to be just as snarky as she is. When she opens her mouth to say something, I cut her off.
“I’m tired of hearing you talk all the time. Do you not get that you’re annoying? You should stop acting like a little witch so maybe you could get friends. Pansy doesn’t count because I know you paid her just to be near you.” I smirked. I go on and on about how she should stop acting like a bitch after a while of back and forth bickering between me and (Y/n). Pansy seemed to have enough of all the yelling while (Y/n) seemed to like this kind of talking. Pansy grabbed her by the arm and dragged (Y/n) away from me.
“Why don’t you just kiss Weasley already?” Pansy tells me as she drags me towards the Great Hall where lunch was being served.
“What do you mean?” I ask just thinking about me and Fred’s little chat. I like a boy who doesn’t take crap from anyone, someone who fights back.
“It’s obvious that you two fancy each other!” I rolled my eyes at her but I can’t help but blush at the thought of Fred fancying me.
“See! You do fancy him!”
“Maybe. Maybe not. Why does it care?”
“Because I’m tired of hearing you two shout at each other!” We enter the Great Hall and sit down at Slytherin table with the rest of the students from our house. “Do you think Fred fancies me?” She give me a look and I hit her on the arm. “It’s just a question!”
“Yes! Can’t you see that?” I look over at Gryffindor table and my cheeks turn a crimson red as I see Fred staring at me. He’s not looking at me with a snarl, he’s looking at me with a small smile on his face. I quickly look down at my plate, not feeling hungry any more. We leave the great hall and make our way towards next period unfortunately I have Fred for that class. All the students gather up in the back of the classroom awaiting the teacher’s instructions.
“Today, we will be brewing Draught of Living Death. I daresay that one drop would kill us all! Now, I will choose partners so you don’t mess around with your friends.” Professor Slughorn said. “Mr. Malfoy with Miss. Parkinson, Mr. Weasley with Miss. (Y/l/n)-” The rest of Slughorn’s words don’t enter my ears as I look at Fred with dislike and possibly with a hint of admiration. We take our seat and begin to work on our potion. I was about to add powdered root of asphodel but Fred grabbed my hand making me feel a bit flustered.
“You should read the instructions first, beautiful.” Fred says making a shiver run down my spine. He shows me the book and it says that I should add infusion of Wormwood first. I grab the bottle filled with infusion of Wormwood and tip it over the cauldron, my hand shaking excessively making me realize just how nervous Fred was making me. He grabs my hand and helps me pour the liquid into the boiling cauldron.
“I got it, Weasley.” I say trying to show him that I can handle this myself.
“Are you sure?” He taunted
“I’m sure… Asshat” I whisper the last word.
“What was that?” He asked
“Nothing” I smile innocently at him. I soon find out that he doesn’t understand the words ‘I got it’. He starts to get mad whenever I tell him to back off. Obviously I got this whole potion under control! I have top grades in potions! As I get ahold of the sloth brain, Fred grabs it to. We both tug on it.
“Let go of it, Fred”
“Why don’t you let go?”
“Because I want to do it!”
“What if I want to do it!” We both tug on the brain roughly making it break in half. We both look at the brain for a moment in silence then I start yelling at Fred. He gets angry and starts yelling at me. “My fault! This is all your fault!” Slughorn looks absolutely lost and doesn’t know what to do to solve this problem of two screaming teenagers. I grab my bag and stormed out of the room hiding out at the large oak tree near Black Lake. Sunset has passed and there is still some bright color in the sky. I press my back against the cool bark of the tree and close my eyes. I feel great excitement whenever I argue with Fred but I do feel a little ashamed at myself for even being mean to him.
“Hey” I hear a voice say softly, I look to the side to see Fred peaking from behind the tree. He sits next to me and looks at the glimmering lake.
“That sloth is not going to forgive you for what you did.” I laugh.
“I think I should be the one saying that.” He chuckled. There’s a moment’s pause before I say anything. “I’m sorry”
“For?” He asks making me scoff in disbelief.
“You should be grateful I’m even apologizing for anything, Weasley.”
“True, I’m sorry too”
“For?” I mimic him making us both laugh.
“Friends?” He asks me. I hum in uncertainty before standing up.
“Friends? I don’t know, Weasley. But I’ll see you tomorrow” I say giving him a wink making him smirk. This is definitely not the end.