So, I just watched this video on Youtube called How Hamilton Works: Eliza’s Chord Progression by Howard Ho. Basically, it’s a wonderful synthesis and explanation of the musical themes that pervade the show and combine to create Eliza’s own musical theme. This is particularly present in the songs “Burn” and “Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story?”
At many points in Hamilton, the “Alexander Hamilton” chord progression is played. (The chords that open the show) This chord progression is always accompanied by Aaron Burr asking a question. i.e. “How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore…etc, etc” In essence, these chords represent the narrative drive. They further the story. Except, there is one instance (the last instance, in fact) where the chord progression appears without a question. Without Aaron Burr at all, in fact. This is in “Burn”. Most people recognize the Satisfied-sounding chords played by the right hand on piano, but the left hand is the hand that plays a slight variant of the “Alexander Hamilton” chord progression. This is important, because these chords further the narrative. Yet, in this case, the narrative is being destroyed. On the other hand (quite literally, in this sense) the “Satisfied” chords represent family obligation. Combine these two, a variant of the “Alexander Hamilton” chord progression, and a variant of the “Satisfied” chord progression, and we see something special.
In the words of Howard Ho, “So, why would Lin-Manuel Miranda combine these two themes together? He’s trying to tell us something musically. In a song where Eliza sings “I’m erasing myself from the narrative”, it’s even more heartbreaking that she uses the Alexander Hamilton chord progression, which symbolizes forward narrative motion in order to sing about stopping the narrative. No longer a narrative device, the Alexander Hamilton chord progression becomes here a commentary on narrative devices. And it’s combined with the Satisfied run which represents family duty because Eliza is burning the letters to protect her family. But, the Satisfied run has been altered, turned into the minor mode with a more angular presence. This is the dark side of family duty. That, sometimes in order to preserve your family’s history, you have to destroy it.”
However, when we enter the final song, “Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story?” Eliza has finally put her self back in the narrative. She has forgiven Hamilton for all his wrongs, and is telling his story, yet in her own way. She tells it in a less villainous way than many would. She emphasizes all the great things his ambition provided. Here, we see the same chords of the “Alexander Hamilton” chord progression, the representation of the narrative and of ambition alike, but we see these chords rearranged to something much sweeter. These are Eliza’s chords now.
Shout out to everyone who has ever been abused by people who should be family.
Shout out to all abuse survivors.
Shout out to everyone who’s ace.
Shout out to everyone who’s aro.
Shout out to everyone who’s non-binary.
Shout out to everyone who’s trans.
Shout out to everyone who’s queer in any way, shape, or form.
Shout out to everyone who has ever had to deal with their family having internalized racism that results in abuse.
Shout out to everyone who is mixed-race whose families give them shit about their identity because of internalized racism.
Shout out to everyone whose family has ever delegitimized them because their family thinks who they are ‘isn’t real’ or is ‘unacceptable’.
If you need it, I am your family now. I’m the enby battle-ax sibling/cousin/aunc who has your back, and if you need a shoulder and a listening ear I’m here. Things will get better. I can’t promise that your abusers will become better people, but I can promise that if you get away from them and when you do that things will get better.
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1. Do you worry more about people judging your mind or body?
2. Does the power lay with the sword or the pen?
3. Describe a mouth without using any anatomical words (teeth, lips, tongue, etc.).
4. What have you accomplished this year?
5. Make a playlist of songs that remind you of one person, title it with their name.
6. What’s a broken heart?
7. Write a journal entry to someone who has come back into your life after hurting you.
8. Do you like the age you’re at?
9. Do last words hold a greatly significant meaning?
10. How does age affect/ limit you?
11. Do you think you’d better parent a girl or a boy?
12. What is the longest period of time you have had a crush on someone?
13. Do you believe in auras?
14. Is religion by nature repressive?
15. Do you need organized religion for spiritual enlightenment?
16. What’s the different between being religious and being spiritual?
17. Is there a special reason why your parents named you what they did?
18. Who demands the most perfection from you?
19. Would you rather be able to fly or teleport?
20. Is your heritage important to you?
21. What is one gift you would like that costs under ten dollars?
22. How many times a day do you lie?
23. Do you think someone’s piercings and hair color should affect their chances of being hired for a job?
24. What judgements do you make about people who have dyed hair and facial piercings?
25. Do you seek pain?
26. Describe your bed and sheets.
27. Are bigger houses better?
28. Make a playlist dedicated to a paternal figure in your life.
29. Do you think your horoscopes are accurate?
30. Talk about people in your life who you consider close but have the habit of sabotaging you.
31. Who is the most frustrating person in your life?
32. Do you pray?
33. Make a list of words that don’t sound appealing.
34. Describe a sound that bothers you? For example, the scratching of a chalkboard.
35. Do you consider your area to be affluent?
36. How has your home life affect your school life?
37. When’s the last time you were in nature?
38. Create a list of words to describe how you feel about the 2016 presidential election.
39. Write a haiku.
40. Will some people never be happy?
41. Is loneliness a mental state of mind or physical state of being?
42. What is one secret that you’re keeping for someone else?
43. What is one secret you are keeping for yourself?
44. Do you find keeping secrets to be easy?
45. Why is it hard to be honest?
46. Can you fall asleep in cars?
47. Is physical touch important to find comfort?
48. What did you do last Friday?
49. Is writing a cathartic process for you?
50. What is the last movie you cried watching?
“Come on now, little love. Sit still fo’ daddy, will yeh? Please baby.”
A smacking series of kisses is followed by the desperate plea and you smile to yourself as you ascend the last step up to the top floor of your home, hearing Harry speak to your daughter was something that would never cease to endear you.
Summary: You finally decide to tell Bucky that you’ve been in love with him since the day you met but what happens when you walk in on him with a girl? And not just any girl; Natasha.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Angst my friends, sadness
A/N: Here’s part twooooooo! Enjoy! Also, who has my notifications on? I’m curious.
You run back to your room, hoping that Wanda had left so that she wouldn’t see you about to break down. You thank the heavens above when she’s nowhere inside your room and lock the door, throwing yourself on your bed. You bury your face into your pillow and let out a sob. Then another. And another. You can’t remember the last time you’ve cried so hard.
Of course he’s With Natasha. Beautiful, skilled, badass Natasha. You were just his friend. Why did you think you could ever be more than a friend to Bucky?
You couldn’t believe what you just saw only moments ago. It was all so surreal. How did you not know about the two of them? How did you not catch on? Were you really that oblivious?
The image of Natasha and Bucky making out on his bed appears in your mind and you squeeze your eyes shut, crying some more. You should have made a move a long time ago. Maybe then everything would be different.
What are you thinking? Of course it wouldn’t. He’d still choose Natasha no matter what. Why would he chose a 1 over a 10? You’ve always felt like you weren’t good enough. Growing up, you were always someone’s second choice and if not - Third.
You thought Bucky liked you back. At least a little bit. He’d always take you out for milkshakes or lunch - sometimes dinner. The two of you would be cooped up in his room with blankets and pillows watching Disney movies and singing along to every song. He’d always remind you how beautiful you looked (even if you just woke up and you looked like a zombie raccoon). Was that him just being a good friend?
Of course it was. He could never like you more than just a friend.
You had to get over him and fast. He’s happy with Natasha and you don’t want to ruin that. All you’ve ever wanted was for him to be happy. He deserves to be happy. So, you decide to distance yourself from him in hopes that the crush goes away.
You hope it goes away.
The next day you walk into the kitchen, eyes burning from crying the night before. Everyone was in the kitchen, getting ready for the day while you decided on being a log and staying in your room.
“You look like trash.” Sam comments and you glare at him.
“Shut up, she looks beautiful.” Bucky comes over, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and kissing your temple.
You take a sneak look at Nat before shrugging his arm off of you, continuing to walk over to the fridge. You pull out the milk, grab a bowl and open the pantry, scanning for the cereal that you wanted. It took a minute but you saw it and it was pushed back on the shelf. What kind of sick monster does that?
With a huff you get on your tip toes, trying to reach for the box but fail miserably. Suddenly, a hand wraps itself around your waist and you gasp, seeing Bucky smiling at you. He reaches up and grabs the box before handing it to you.
“Saw you having some trouble, doll, thought I’d be your knight in shining armor.” he says with a wink. You fight the urge to smile. Why was he so damn cute? What kind of sorcery was this?
“Thanks.” you murmur, turning away and making your cereal. You don’t see the confusion on Bucky’s face. You’d usually say something silly back but you couldn’t. Not while knowing that him and Natasha were a thing.
“Baby doll,” Bucky says softly, coming up next to you. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong.” you shrug, pouring your cereal in then the milk.
“Well did I do something to upset you?” yes. “You’re acting different.”
You sigh. “I just don’t feel good today, Buck.”
“Is there anything I can-”
“Hey guys.” Nat smiled.
“Hey Nat.” Bucky responds. You grab a spoon and put it in your bowl after putting everything away.
“Y/N, how’d it go with the guy that you like? Wanda told me you went to tell him that you like him yesterday.” she smiled, bringing her cup of coffee to her lips.
Bucky looks over at you. “You like someone?”
“More like she’s in love with this guy. I’ve never seen her so smitten before.” Natasha chuckled.
Bucky’s jaw clenched. Was he.. Jealous? No, he couldn’t be. He had no reason to be. He was with Natasha for Pete’s sake! You brush it off as the little hope you were hanging onto.
“ Uh.. Yeah I went to tell him that I like him but it turns out he only sees me as a friend and he has a girlfriend. I guess I’ve been misinterpreting his kind gestures this whole time.” you respond, picking your bowl up.
“What an asshole.” she huffed. “Tell me who he is so I can kick his ass. Maybe that’ll knock some sense into him.”
You tuck your hair behind your ear. Little does she know that the ‘asshole’ is standing right in front of her. “No it’s fine. I was stupid to think he’d like someone like me.”
“You’re crazy.” Bucky spoke. “Anyone would be lucky to have you. That guy doesn’t know what he’s missing.”
That guy is you.
You give him a small smile before sighing. “It’s whatever.”
“What are you doing today?” the red head asks.
“Nothing. Just gonna stay in my room and watch movies.” you shrug.
“What? No! Please tell me you’re not gonna sulk over this guy.” Bucky says. “He’s an idiot!”
You take a bite of your cereal.
“Go take a shower, get dressed and I’ll take you to Coney Island or something. Maybe the zoo? I know how much you love animals.” he adds.
You shake your head. “Bucky no.”
“Bucky yes.” he smiled. “Go on, get ready.” you stare at him, giving him your best puppy dog face and he chuckles. “That’s not gonna work this time. Go.”
You groan, dragging yourself to your room while shoveling cereal in your mouth. So much for distancing yourself.
“I’ve had many enemies over the years. If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s never engage in a fight you’re sure to lose. On the other hand, never let anyone who has insulted you get away with it. Bide your time and strike back when you’re in a position of strength — even if you no longer need to strike back.”
I'm scared that Pike might talk or lash out about being treated as this unwaveringly good "mom" friend. I know it doesn't feel like something she would do, but who would've imagined that Scanlan would leave? It could even just where she is arguing with one of them and brings it up just to hurt them. I am that friend who everyone vents to, has to fix things and seen as this perfect person, and I'm terrified of accidentally telling my friends about how I feel. I could just be projecting though
That’s definitely a lot of pressure to put on someone. But I think the chief thing to hold on to is that Pike isn’t Scanlan, and though he uses his words as weapons (literally), Pike doesn’t. So if Pike does talk or lash out about being the mom friend, it won’t be with the intent to hurt à la Scanlan, because she’s not wantonly cruel the way Scanlan can be. Plus, VM is generally aware of the pressure on her and her own tendency to hide her issues–both Percy and Vex have called her on it, she’s talked about her uncertainties with Keyleth, I can’t imagine Grog doesn’t know, and even Vax’s compliments are aware of her own self-image. The support she gets from Vox Machina is way different from Scanlan’s, because VM knows her personal struggles better than they did Scanlan’s.
Not to mention, I don’t think anyone in the group would pull a Scanlan, not after the way it wrecked them. I think they’re a lot more aware of where they stand with each other for that.
I will protect you with my entire self, I will put you first and I will always love you, even after we break up, you will always have someone who has your back, if you hurt me I will burn you, if you hurt me I will wish I hated you but I never will.
I will smother you in love, I will kiss you morning and night, I will remind you how wonderful you look I will always be there, if you hurt me I will defend myself and close myself off from you and become more cautious about my next relationship.
I will fight for you, I will defend you and I will stand by your side as your partner in crime, I will talk with you until the wee hours of the night and I will never forget you, but if you hurt me I will pretend you don't exist and I will isolate you entirely.
I will love you until I die, I will hold you close at night and I will remind you every single day how important you are to me, if you hurt me I will never be able to look at you the same, and I will never forget, even if I forgive.
I will take you out and take you everywhere, I will show you love and I will always want to hold your hand, if you hurt me I will be mean and I will be vengeful I will hurt you just as badly as you hurt me.
I will show you quiet love, I will give you space and I will want space but I will wrap you in my arms and whisper the sweetest words in your ears I will give you true love, if your hurt me I will stop talking to you and likely never talk to you again.
I will tease you and play with you but I will also fully appreciate you I will give you my heart if you treat me right and I will treat you better then you've ever been, if you hurt me I will hide I will shut down and block you from seeing any deeper into my mind.
I will give you the deepest most thoughtful love, I will sweep you off your feet and surprise you with charm and mystery, if you hurt me I will look away and never look back, I will hurt and I will want to reach out but I won't.
I will be at your side I will take you on the wildest adventures and show you beautiful things in life, I will take over your world and keep you excited, if you hurt me I will run, I will push you as far as I can and keep my distance as much as possible, and then I will return and act like nothing happened and all we've ever been is friends.
I will love you in a way you have never been loved, I will give you strength and I will cheer you on, I will push you and I will always support you, if you hurt me I will act like you haven't I will act as though it didn't hurt even a bit, and then I will be cruel and cold to you.
I will show you joy and laughter, I will take you into the weirdest wackiest most beautiful world, where we go on the funnest dates and I take your hand and look into your eyes and you can see what you mean to me, if you hurt me I will be angry and I will fight back I won't let you push me down.
I will give you the most enchanting and fairy tale like love you've ever had, you will feel like you are in a storybook, I will rescue you and keep you safe, I will give you romance and never ending love, if you hurt me I will be emotional and unsure of what to do, I will not be able to trust you and I will close myself off from you.
there have been a few fake antifa/antira facebook groups, emails and even meetings in germany recently (by nazis). its dangerous and some people have been hospitalized. just 10 minutes from me, someone got lured into a fake meet by AFD supporters and the group locked the door and assaulted and robbed him. i read your how to find your local antifa post, but do you have tips how we can realize if an internet group or real life meet really is run by antifa?
This is a really important point (and also a tactic that antifa have used from time to time)! In our post about joining an antifa group/starting your own, we warned people to approach any group you’re not familiar with caution for just this reason. Here are some tips:
1) Research the group you’re thinking about joining up with. If they have a social media presence or website, how long has it been up - a few weeks or a much longer period of time? Have they been involved in any antifa actions that you’re aware of? Are they linked with other antifa groups you know of? More importantly, do those antifa groups vouch for this one? Is this group part of or affiliated with an antifa network like The Torch Antifascist Network (U.S.), or the Anti Fascist Network (UK)?
2) Be careful what information you provide at first. Most antifa groups will probably want to know how to get in touch with you, what your name is, where you live, why you’re interested in getting involved, etc. But you can see how revealing too much - your full name, your neighbourhood or home address, where you go to school or work, contact info that can be traced back to your home - can be used against you if the group turns out to be a trap.
3) Meet in a public place. When you’re first meeting with members of the antifa group you’re looking to join, meet them in a public place. This protects both of you, as things are a lot less likely to kick off if you’re in public and there are a lot of people milling about. That said, you also want to meet where everyone will feel safe to discuss matters openly. We’ve found that many cafés or pubs serve this purpose quite well.
4) Bring someone. If you’re looking to get involved in antifa, you probably know someone else that is as well. Bring them, or even someone not that interested but who you trust and who has your back. There really is safety in numbers!
5) Tell someone where you’re going. Make sure someone knows where you’ve gone to meet up, when the meeting is, and when you expect to be back. Better yet, do all of that and tell them that you’ll call them 15 minutes after the meeting begins to let them know you’re ok. If they don’t hear from you then, it means you’re in trouble and need help. BUT DON’T FORGET TO CALL THEM @ THE 15 MINUTE MARK!
6) Trust your instincts. Boneheads aren’t very good actors. If anything doesn’t feel right to you; if something seems suspicious, walk away. It will be a lot better to explain yourself after the fact if your instincts were wrong than to find yourself in a very bad situation.
Look, we don’t want to make anyone overly-paranoid - tbh, these kinds of things do not happen very often (we can’t think of a single instance of this happening IRL with any antifa that we know personally, although as the original poster mentions it’s been known to happen), but in antifascism, as with all political activism, it’s best to take sensible precautions.
This is based on that really good art by @masdanii a little while ago captioned with “Words Were Said” and a conversation I had with @sovvung about that (awesome) art. This kind of started as an excuse for me to practice writing in Angry Stan’s voice and try to get better at it. Thanks to those two users for being awesome writing inspiration!!
Stan stumbled over something in the dying light of the
shack’s living room. He caught his balance on the wall, stopping himself from
face planting to the ground. Grumbling, he turned around to see what it was. A
backpack. Jeez, thought Stan, Mabel must have left it down here. Stan
was worried about the girl—she’d just come home and flung her stuff down,
apparently, and tore up to the attic without even a ‘hello’ thrown back. She
came home much sooner than he expected. Stan had noticed little things that seemed
to be inconsequential, but were slowly stealing Mabel’s happiness. Mainly-
Dipper spending so much time without her and with Ford instead.
Stan sighed and leaned down to pick up the pack. He was sure
Mabel would miss her things soon, and he wanted to at least try and make her
smile today. As he bent down, he heard a rush of static and the edge of a
“Mabel will be fine on her own. She has a magnetic
personality—“a rush of static came over the line and then cleared up into
Dipper’s voice, “We’ve never really been
apart before.” Another shift and Ford’s voice came over the line again “And isn’t it suffocating?” with another screech of static the walkie-talkie
Stan found in the bag went silent. Obviously this conversation was not meant to
be heard, the button was probably accidentally pushed down to communicate.
Nevertheless, Stan crushed the walkie-talkie to pieces in his hand, his arm
shaking with barely concealed rage. He set the bag down and flung the pieces
from his hand. The plastic aggravated the cut he’d received a couple weeks ago
from the portal on his hand, but this time he didn’t even wrap it.
Stan sat down unsteadily in his chair. His entire body was
shaking with anger over what he heard.
How dare he say that
about Mabel? How dare he! If she
hadn’t dropped her bag—no she can never hear that—Dipper’s a good kid, he
wouldn’t leave his sister, right? What is he doing to this family? He had one job, stay away from the kids, and
now, n-now he’s, ugh… Stan’s thoughts chased themselves in circles as his
body gave way to tears. He made no noise, just sat in his chair, letting his
thoughts run wild circles through his brain, working himself up over the words
he’d heard exchanged more and more, but trying to ignore the last sentence as
it kept building within him.
Stan struggled to draw in a breath in between his quiet
sobs, and suddenly Ford’s words hit him harder than before. Isn’t it suffocating? I’m SUFFOCATING? Did—did he ever…Was I always just…Too
dumb, slowed him down, held him back, s u f f o c a t e d my brother?
Stan pushed down with his thumb on the new cut on his hand
and hissed out an expletive. But the pain served his purpose and cleared his
head. Looking around him, he swallowed the rest of his tears and stood up,
straightening his Mr. Mystery suit. He grabbed the broom and swept up the
broken walkie-talkie pieces, dumping it in the trash. Everything his right hand
touched hurt, but he let himself feel that pain rather than keep thinking too
hard about what he heard.
Finally, he wrapped it up, grabbed a pitt cola to hide the
injury, and walked up to the attic to talk to Mabel. Stan listened to her
sadness over growing up, her fears and her worries, and gave the best advice he
could. He allowed his own vulnerability to shine through for a second, the old
ache that his twin didn’t stick with him through thick and thin, before rubbing
Mabel’s hair affectionately with a small smile. Mabel responded in kind,
smiling up at Stan and told him thanks. When Stan left her room, she was smiling
again, picking out pictures for the scrapbook and getting back to her normal,
And Stan was going to make sure that whatever had transpired
after the static on that walkie-talkie, nothing
would take that happiness away from his grandniece.
Finally as the sun was starting to go down, Dipper and Ford
returned home. Stan saw Dipper covered in scratch marks and looking generally
beat up. Stan swallowed another wave of anger and told him to go clean up and
head straight to bed. Dipper dropped his bag and ran up the stairs, looking too
excited about whatever they’d done that day to argue back at Stan.
Ford comes in behind him, not even sparing Stanley a glance,
and heads to the kitchen. Stan hears him puttering around in there, probably
making coffee. He stands and makes his way into the kitchen, coming to stand
just behind his brother.
“Ford,” he starts, his gruff voice quiet. Ford doesn’t turn
around, but a tensing of the shoulders means he knows his brother heard him.
Stan tries again, “Stanford,” and winces, his voice cracking.
At that Ford turns around, his face hardening into a mask of annoyance, to ask
what Stan wants with him.
Stan feels a tremor go through him and he shudders. For as
much time as he’s had to think, he still doesn’t know what he wants to say.
Luckily, Ford makes it easy for him.
“What do you want now, Stanley? I’ve had a long day and I
don’t have time for whatever nonsense you’re giving me right now.”
Stanley feels his spine go rigid with resolve, an angry
light in his eyes. His voice is low and strong when he speaks this time. “Ford,
have you ever been choked nearly to death? Have you ever been thrown into such
a tiny space that you can feel the air go stale and you start to panic,
thinking ‘this is it, this is the end’? Have you ever been suffocated?” Another tremor goes through Stan and he lets it show,
his arms shaking slightly. “Have you ever felt their hands close around your
neck as you try to get away, only to be dragged back into them, to watch the
look of glee in their eye as they slowly kill you? Or worse, the complete lack
of caring as you’re slowly drifting into nothing, just another check mark on a
list of things to take care of.” Stan takes a deep breath and raises his voice,
“have you ever suffocated?”
Stan never took his eyes off of his brother’s face. At first
it was still that hard annoyance, then confusion, a flash of recognition, a
wince of sympathetic pain, eyes wide and features going slack. When Stan
repeated suffocated though, is when
Stan saw a light click on in his big brain, and Ford’s expression turned
“Don’t be over dramatic Stanley. Where are these questions
“No puedo respirar!I know what it feels like to be suffocating, Stanford. All you know is a brother who has always had
your back and stood by you! A brother willing to do anything for you, a brother
willing to spend 40 years of his life making up for an accident! And you have
the gall to call me suffocating?”
“Stan, that’s not what I—“
“No! How could you say,”
Stan’s voice cracked but he didn’t stop, plowing on, feeling his anger turn to
sadness, “that about me? How could you j-just dismiss our entire childhood like
that? Did you ever even like me—or was I just the dumb muscle in your shadow?”
Stan’s voice was cracking and his gestures were less sporadic. He could feel
the tears threatening to spill over, but still he waited for his brother’s
words. If his brother could contradict him, he’d stay.
Stanford looked back, surprise and hurt written over his
face. His jaw was slack, hanging open like a fish. But he didn’t say anything.
Stanley swallowed hard and turned away. “I’ll be out of your space soon, then.
Only one more week until this suffocating
nuisance is away from you forever. Sorry I can’t make summer end faster.”
And with that he stalked out of the house, straight to his
car, and drove away.
He didn’t see Stanford crouch down in the kitchen, one hand
to his heart, the other to his mouth, stifling himself as he cried. He didn’t
see Stanford stay that way for over an hour. He didn’t see Stanford rock
himself to his feet and into the bathroom. He didn’t hear his brother retching
into the toilet, sick at his own thoughts and actions. He didn’t hear the
muffled gasps of pain as Stanford took care of his injuries. He didn’t see
Stanford stop outside of his own room and lean his head against the old wood,
guilt spread across the planes of his face. He didn’t hear Stanford walk
woodenly down to the basement, snagging Dipper’s backpack as he went. He didn’t
know his brother was finally sealing the problem they created in front of the
machine that started it. He didn’t know everything he wanted from his brother
was just subverted by the wrong set of twins fighting.
And at the end of the summer, after the twins had left
(together—Stan hadn’t heard Stanford rescinded his offer to Dipper), he didn’t
see Stanford offer him their childhood dreams. All he saw was the open road
blurred by tears, barely choking out breaths between his sobs.
Silence hung in the air around your table. You were practically sending death glares at Taehyung, but he seemed oblivious. He smiled at you. “Shall we play some games, cupcake?” He got up from his seat, making his way towards the arcade.
You let out a small, awkward laugh. “Excuse me,” you whispered, getting up from your seat and following him. You quickly caught up to him as he inserted some coins in an arcade machine. “What the hell was that?” you asked in a harsh whisper.
“What was what?” he asked, eyes focused on the game that was beginning.
“You could have just said something a lot different.” You placed yourself in front of his line of sight. “Hey, this is my friend Y/N.” You crossed your arms over your chest. “That would have been better then telling them that I’m your ex.”
He briefly glanced at you. “They know who you are, cupcake. Just reminding them that we had a thing will help us in the long run,” he told you, his boxlike grin gracing you with its presence.
“So you’re the ex Tae has been talking about,” Namjoon said, leaning against the machine across from you. “You’re also the one Jimin mentioned in the fight with Seohyun.” He smirked.
“Ah, yeah, that would be me,” you said, unfolding your arms. “Do you guys go to Cross Academy, too?”
Namjoon shook his head, his blond hair glistening under the light. “Hoseok and I know how to avoid trouble.”
You laughed. “I could avoid trouble, but someone ratted me out.” You stole a glance at Taehyung.
“Taehyung mentioned having to make it up to a friend,” Hoseok said, coming up next to Namjoon. “I guess you’re the person he owes big time.”
“So how long have you known Tae?” Namjoon asked, changing the subject slightly as Jungkook walked up to your little group.
You thought for a second, taping your foot lightly. “A couple of years. I’m not sure how long, but it’s been a while.”
“You’re the only person hyung talks about. He never really talks about his soulmate,” Jungkook added, a sigh following after.
You stole a glance at the name inked on his skin peaking from behind his sleeve. “Huh,” you began, turning your attention back towards the three, “Taehyung ever mention that I’m Broken?”
“First thing he mentioned when he talked about you,” Hoseok said, giving a small shrug.
“So you guys don’t mind?”
Jungkook laughed. “You’re no different from us. There are some things that are different, but nothing that would make you different.”
You were silent, taking in what Jungkook had just said. They didn’t see you as what the rest of the world saw you. They didn’t see you as Broken. They saw you as a normal human being. It was strange, to be honest. No one has ever looked at you the way they looked at you. No one at the orphanage looked at you like you were normal. Your parents never looked at you like you were their child. No one at the academy even bothered to look at you. And those who are Broken as well, they looked at one another as if they were waiting. Every single one of them looked at each other expectantly. You were all just waiting for one of them to die. Waiting for your own turn.
“Cupcake.” Taehyung pinched your cheek.
You placed your hand over your sore cheek. Frowning, you said, “Ow, what the hell Taehyung?”
He chuckled. “I said I’ll be back,” he informed you, making his way towards the exit with Jimin.
“Where’s he going?” you asked the others, watching the door close behind him.
“Chat with Jimin since the two have been distant from one another,” Hoseok said, shaking his head. “Took them long enough.”