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peachsoda15 · 1 year
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Colors Meanings
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Red: love, passion, strength, bravery, pleasure, action, resoluteness.
Orange: fertility, creativity, self-esteem, safety, abundance, energy.
Yellow: safety, wisdom, happiness, memory, concentration, logic, intellectual work.
Green: money, luck, fertility, healing, growth, prosperity.
Blue: health, calm, safety, truth, success, protection, depression.
Purple: power, psychic abilities, divination, dreams, memory.
Pink: love, honor, romanticism, frendship, affection, trust, attraction.
Brown: doubt, stabilization, protection, ideas, finding lost objects.
White: purification, protection, truth, purity, healing, clarity.
Grey: neutrality, emotional balancing, invisibility, compromises.
Black: negativity, inversion, banishing, protection, forgive, regret, end of a relationship.
Gold: success, wealth, recognition.
Silver: divination, goals, awakening of psychic abilities, visions.
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peachsoda15 · 1 year
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sorry not sorry
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peachsoda15 · 1 year
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In my mind he’s like 40 something 🥰
I think my favourite genre of soup eater fan are the stein fuckers who have a meltdown and no longer find him attractive after learning he's actually only like 30 and not an old man
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peachsoda15 · 1 year
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I’ve been seeing people vastly misunderstanding the whole point of the shootout scene, so I want to share my analysis here. It’s not just a redemption for Chishiya, and not just a way to make Niragi seem deep and complex. It’s a way to compare the characters of Arisu, Chishiya, and Niragi, and show their adaptability to change.
To begin, the initial main focus of it all is Chishiya. He has just left the King of Diamonds venue, and has realized that he is jealous of people like Kuzuryuu who are able to die happily with a purpose. He is seeking to speak with someone, to open up about his inner turmoils. That is when he gets caught between Arisu and Niragi, two ends of a morality spectrum he is struggling to find his place on.
Now, why does Niragi start this shootout? He says that he, Arisu, and Chishiya are all too similar, and due to this only one of them can live (although, it is later evident that it is for this very reason all three of them survive). Niragi doesn’t say they are similar in regards to their actions in the games; he says this in regards to how they are all inherently selfish people at the core. They put themselves first and foremost, whether intentional or not, and hurt those around them as a result.
For Arisu, this makes more sense in the context of his manga characterization. Manga Arisu has the unintentional tendency of doing things for his own sake when he thinks he has the group’s best interest at heart, and his speech mannerisms mainly revolve around his own feelings. He is selfish without realizing it. The shootout finally makes him conscious of this, and makes him want to remedy this. He is adaptable to change for the better.
For Chishiya, this has been evident from the beginning. He will manipulate and use others for his own gain, without worrying what happens to them afterward. He never goes out of his way to help others, but at the same time never directly hurts them either. He has and recognizes this selfish indifference towards all facets of life. However, the games make him envious of people like Arisu, who are adaptable to change.
For Niragi, it has always been obvious how he embraces his selfishness. He enjoys going out of his way to hurt others and make them suffer. He becomes the abuser to keep from being vulnerable. He is the oddball out of the three, because despite everything, he does not want to change.
Their selfishness is just the example that Niragi gives, but there are other things they have in common as well. Their upbringings, for one – they all lacked love and affection in their home lives. What makes them different in this sense is that Arisu had Chota and Karube to hold him up, who made him more friendly and optimistic towards life. Chishiya had no friends, but no enemies either, which led to his indifference towards life. Niragi had abusers, which led to his hatred and resentment towards life. There’s also how they all initially wanted to stay in the Borderlands; Arisu because he wanted to avoid his real world responsibilities, Chishiya because he was intrigued by the intellectual stimulation and death of the games, and Niragi because he could thrive in a world without laws. But they all eventually came to the realization that they wanted to leave; Arisu first due to escaping and finding a reason for living, Chishiya next due to realizing he needs to reject the offer to truly change, and finally Niragi not because he changed, but because he simply wanted to live.
As you can see, they are all similar characters at three different levels of intensity. Arisu at level one, the level where he is still capable of goodness. Niragi at level three, where he is too far gone and considered evil. Chishiya is stuck in a morally gray area between the two, trying to figure out where he should place himself.
Anyways, back to the shootout. Chishiya came here to talk to Arisu because he wanted to change for the better. But then Niragi came and pulled him backwards, halting his progress. The shootout is a battle of moralities; a push-and-pull between Arisu’s good and Niragi’s evil.
The whole point of this scene was to give all three of them time for introspection. Who are they currently, and who do they want to become? Niragi’s comment about all of them being similar spurs their answers. Arisu is disgusted at the realization of being so similar to Niragi, so he quickly puts his gun down and pledges to change. Chishiya is inclined to distance himself from Niragi once he sees Arisu’s resolve, and only puts his gun down to become uncharacteristic and save Usagi. And Niragi, upon seeing the other two take this chance to renew themselves, realizes that he was foolish to believe anyone could be like him in the first place. He truly is alone in this world, and he only has himself to blame for it. He never lets go of his gun – he fires. And in that split second, why does Arisu pick his gun back up after vowing to change? He does it to save Usagi. To not be selfish and shoot Niragi out of his own hatred, but for the sake of saving Usagi’s life instead. Saving Usagi is the turning point for Arisu’s character, and for Chishiya as well. Niragi’s attempt to kill her demonstrates how he never wanted to change to begin with.
So yes, Niragi was right in saying they are all similar in terms of their selfishness. But he was wrong to believe that they were kindred to him and could not change.
TLDR; all three of them are foils, bound together by their inherent selfishness. This shootout is the defining scene for their characters. Arisu is adaptable to change, Chishiya struggles with his alignment but ultimately chooses to change like Arisu, and Niragi was never meant to change in the first place.
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peachsoda15 · 1 year
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I have to get this out, oh lord, (also spoilers warnings for the second season of Alice in borderland) (side note, I’m not proofreading this, it’s just gonna spew out of my mouth, so have fun with my possible typos and poor wording)
The second season of aib has trashed me emotionally, mentally, and somehow physically, It’s been about 6 days since I’ve watched it and oh god, do I have things to say.
For one, I knew what was going to happen in the end, I saw manga spoilers, and somehow it still left me with this aching feeling. The cinematic effect of seeing everyone in the same place before the meteor, and not knowing each other but being connected is such an emotional masterpiece that will NEVER leave my brain.
It left me with a very empty and yearning feeling especially after seeing they all forgot each other and yet somehow still ‘knew’ each other (yea that phrasing is probably poor, sue me)
I’d also like to mention it made me realize things about myself and my life which is was NOT ready for at all. I related heavily to Arisu and I was aware of that, (the thing with Arisu finding his reason in life hit me very hard) but after washing Chishiya’s part play out The realization hit me so, extremely hard, that I am A LOT like him.
I’ve been told most of life that I am not an empathetic person, and can be very selfish. (the empathy thing might just be my autism shining through a bit but yk)
I was mostly aware of this but I didn’t think much of it and mostly was under the impression that is how you have to be, to get anywhere in the world, but after seeing Chishiya actively WANT to understand and change, meant so much to me and made me realize that I definitely don’t have to be this way.
I’ve never had a character effect me in such a raw, heart touching way before, and honestly thinking about makes me feel a little ill.
That stupid little doctor man (also related to the whole Med student thing to an extent so that was fun) has made me think back on how I am/was as a person, and who I want to be and for that I am so grateful to the writers. (especially because of the changes made to Chishiya’s character/backstory, it made you want to be a bit more sympathetic towards him in the show) So, now I’m being thrown on the journey of self discovery, which I’m not necessarily happy about, but I know I needed this regardless.
NOW! Onto more pressing matters, I’m so extremely angry they kept Niragi alive, and even made him and Chishiya be somewhat civil in the end. (I get they don’t have memories, but it still irks me) Also the fact we never got to see Kuina and Chishiya interact at the hospital is criminal.
I love the Arisu/Usagi romance, it’s so sweet and not overdone to the point where it was like annoying to watch. I hate when romance in shows are either to mushy, or slowly become the main point of the show.
Bonus part that I wasn’t gonna talk about, but the name of the show mirroring the “border” between life and death from the meator is genius and I love it.
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peachsoda15 · 2 years
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Something that bears mentioning: I get why we need to shame straight girls who fetishize mlm ships but. To any straight girls who consistently relate to or resonate with mlm dynamics on a deep level or see themselves in queer male characters. if by any chance this post from a tiny tiny blog crosses your dash. Please take this moment to very privately consider the possibility that you might not be straight. Or a girl.
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peachsoda15 · 2 years
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Reblog if you're a Hollywood Undead fan in 2022 I wanna see how many are still active :')
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peachsoda15 · 2 years
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The Secret History Translation Masterlist
i was going to put this on a spam account but then decided to put it on a public one. who knows, maybe someone will benefit from it! if i’ve made any mistakes, do let me know
à moi. l’histoire d’une de mes folies (to me. the history of one of my follies or my turn. the tale of my madness)
quod erat demonstrandum (it can be shown)
cubitum eamus? (will you sleep with me?)
consummatum est (it is done)
hoi polloi. barbaroi [the many/majority. barbarian (person who doesn’t speak greek)]
bei nacht und nebel (at night and in fog)
deprendi miserum est (it is wretched to be found out)
khairei (hello)
bakchoi (initiates)
cuniculus molestus (annoying rabbit)
arrectis auribus (attentively/ears peeled)
dormir plutôt que vivre (sleep rather than live)
dans un sommeil aussi doux que la mort (in a sleep as sweet as death)
requiescat in pace (rest in peace)
n’est-ce pas (isn’t that so)
amor vincit omnia (love conquers all)
raison d’être (reason for existence)
nihil sub sole novum (there is nothing new under the sun)
quel plaisir de vous revoir (what a great pleasure to see you again)
genis gratus, corpore glabellus, arte multiscius, et fortuna opulentus (smooth-cheeked, soft-skinned, well-educated and rich)
dénouement (outcome)
salve, amice (hello, friend)
valesne? (are you well?)
quid est rei? (what is the matter?)
benigne dicis (i thank you)
bureau de tabac (tobacco store)
Χαλεπά τά καλά (beauty is harsh)
mais, vrai, j’ai trop pleuré! (oh, truly, i have wept too much!)
les aubes sont navrantes (the dawns are heartbreaking)
hinc illae lacrimae (hence those tears)
sic oculos, sic ille manus, sic ora ferebat (such eyes, such hands, such looks)
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peachsoda15 · 2 years
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does ANYONE have that post where bugs bunny and daffy duck are talking about they/them pussy. because i think about it every day but i can never find it
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peachsoda15 · 2 years
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Don’t mind me keeping this for myself, I used to romanticize the hell out of that Casper scene as a child
Remember Me This Way (Jesse's Girl Epi)
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The Casper dance scene has a firm grip on my heart, so I'm now putting it in all of yours'.
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Summary: Rory and reader go out to the field to have a slow dance.
Somehow in all of the chaos you and Rory escaped into the peaceful night for a moment. “So I’m guessing Jesse has been taken care of?” You ask, feet skimming over the pavement “Not sure, I remember Benny told me that everything was taken care of so I left.” Rory answers, helmet bobbing along with his head as he spoke. “Well, based on Ethan still being alive I would assume everything is fine.” You reassure yourself. You hear a new song come on in the gym, sound echoing out.
“It’s nice out tonight.” You comment, the air not nipping at your skin but just lightly cooling it. “One time I tried to fly during a thunderstorm, I ended up tangled in a tree with a squirrel.” Rory tells you, you chuckle a bit. “I, uh, like your suit.” You compliment, admiring his different choice of dress for the dance. “It’s so cool! I almost didn’t wear the helmet but luckily I did or it would've looked wrong.” Your foot bopping to the beat of the background noise. “You think Sarah will be okay?” “Oh yea! She’s been in worse situations, like when she got possessed.” Rory answers. “I still can’t believe she didn’t kill you three when she came back.” “What can I say? I’m too charming to kill.” You laugh as he speaks. You feel his body lean into yours a bit. “Rory?” He whips his head to you. “Yeah?” “Wanna dance?” His face lights up at your questions and nods. You both bust into a groove, embellishing in the absence of others. You laugh as Rory dances completely off beat, not having a single care in the world. The music slows to a calmer song, one of those horribly cheesy pop love songs. Rory gestures his hand out to you, a smile on his face.
“You want to slow dance to this terrible song?” “Why not? If I had my choice it would be something from Star Trek or sci-fi related.” You grab his hand, shaking your head at his dorkiness. “I guess you’re right, it’s a space theme dance with no space music.” “I know! They really missed out on the opportunity." The two of you rocking back and forth, Rory being shorter than you so you have to look down. “It’s better being out here. I can hear you, no splitting headache and no spilled drinks on me.” You say, feeling the weight on your feet lighten. Mind deciding on it being the calmness of your body. “The whole gym smells like sweat and let me tell you, it’s not good.” “I always forget about your guy’s super senses. I don't know how I would handle it if I was a vampire.” “You just get used to it. It is helpful when you wanna eat late at night. You can smell which stores are still open.” By now you realize how close Rory held you, you break eye contact. Seeing your feet were no longer on the ground, Rory had floated the two of you while dancing. You grab a tighter hold on him, scared of falling.
“I promise I won’t drop you y/n.” He says, you just nod internally panicking. Holding on for dear life, if he wasn’t a vampire you would have been scared about hurting the blond boy. “Can I keep you?” He whispers, the sound of crickets being the background. Your eyes go back to his as he lowers the two of you. Your feet graze the ground again, your arms loosen now in the safety of the cement. Rory smiles again at you.
“For a slow dance I would say it wasn’t bad. I told you I was a good dancer.” He says, a familiar blond is seen in the distance. Huffing out about Jesse and she stomped towards the pair of you. “Come on! We gotta go, we’re meeting at Ethan’s house!” She yells before bolting away. “Sounds like they need our help, get on my back and I can get us there.” He begins to turn but you grab his arm. “Wait.” You say, grabbing his helmet and planting a kiss on the top of it. Leaving a mark, Rory’s face goes starstruck for a moment. Then he re-focuses as you jump on his back.
“What was your night like y/n?” Ethan asks, trying to desperately change the topic of him getting bitten. “Well.” You sit for a moment. “Rory and I slow-danced, then he quoted Casper and I kissed him.” You boast, smile on your face. “What!” E and B both yell.
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peachsoda15 · 2 years
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in my opinion bunny corcoran is heavily queer-coded and here is why:
first of all discuss the obvious, his suspicious obsession with homosexuality.
in my opinion someone who isn’t at least a little bothered by a group of people on such an emotional and vulnerable level wouldn’t lose his head over them that often.
simply the fact that he thinks about homosexuals so much that he constantly talks about them and almost refuses to just let it go is suspicious enough but could, hypothetically, just be a deep hatred.
the next thing that makes me think about it is his relationship with his girlfriend marion.
he called her his „raison d‘être“ while stating shortly after that he doesn’t enjoy the company of women and doesn’t even like them in the first place, obviously this is misogyny which doesn’t have to be the result of homosexuality.
his whole relationship with her, not only his desperate wish to have eight kids (four boys and four girls) but also the description of his behaviour towards marion as „horribly prude and yet physically affectionate but mainly in public“ and his incapability of fighting with her, fearing they might break up, could seem like an impressive and yet desperate façade.
i could imagine that all of those ridiculous stereotypical ideas of his are just a way to have others think there is no way that he could possibly be gay, and with that family of his i can’t really blame him.
last but not least, him talking about the waiter at a restaurant for seeming gay, claiming all gay people have a mysterious obsession with food while he leaves crumbs between the pages of his books, is constantly eating and is just as food obsessed..
obviously all of those things don’t have to mean anything nor are they an excuse for his behaviour.
this small analysis is just an excuse to info-dump about this book in public and i simply think that all of those characteristics at once are very suspicious, at least to me personally ♡
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peachsoda15 · 2 years
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Homemade Lavender Syrup
1 cup granulated sugar
1 cup filtered water
3 tbsp dried ultra blue lavender (make sure it is food grade!!!)
- Mix together all ingredients in a pot and boil until all sugar is dissolved.
- Remove from heat and steep for 10 minutes.
- Transfer to an air tight container, let cool and keep in fridge for up to 7 days
Perfect for tea, coffee, lattes, oatmeal, or anything else for which you’d like to use it! Lavender is used for bringing peace and calmness, healing, meditation, and protection from negative energy. It also tastes absolutely incredible.
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peachsoda15 · 2 years
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If you're doing spellwork and you're falling short on what words to use, I HIGHLY recommend using lyrics from songs that resonate right into your soul and your very being.
Doesn't matter if you think it sounds cringy, use what punches you in the chest and makes you feel connected to the emotions behind your magic.
I do it. One of my most potent curses was cast using these lyrics:
"I don't bring forgiveness.
I don't bring peace.
I've come to slay you.
Come to kill the beast.
I'll search the shadows,
You wear like a crown,
You know it's coming,
And I'm gonna hunt you down."
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An Enchantment for a Comfort Item 🧸🌙
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I often find myself stressed out by the end of the night, and I'm sure I'm not alone in that, so I conjured up an enchantment to help calm my nerves with my favorite plushie. Hopefully it will help you rest easily on nights when you just need something to hold onto to soothe your soul.
Suggested items:
Your Comfort Item (something meaningful to you, preferably something you can safely sleep with)
2 blue candles (preferably tapered)
A mild, soothing scent of incense (passion flower, lavender or jasmine are good choices)
Calming music (specifically the kind that you listen to while going to sleep)
(These are just suggestions, follow your intuition on the necessity of them)
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On the night of a Full Moon, find a window that is bathed in the light of the Moon (preferably a window in your bedroom, but within the home at least). Turn off all the lights in that room. Set the candles on the windowsill, roughly as far apart as the length of your forearm (wrist to elbow). Light the candles and incense and start the music.
Hold your Comfort Item in the Moonlight, taking time to feel its warmth and soothing aura. When you feel the time is right, recite the following in a soft whisper:
Little one, who calms my mind and lies with me in sleeping peace
Keep my secrets, muttered softly, and reassurance, you shall release
Be the little guardian, combating that which plauges me so
Enchanted to be my friend forever, here beneath the moonlight's glow
Repeat as many times as you feel is needed to cement the feeling into your Comfort Item.
Make sure the candles and incense are out and carry the music and your Comfort Item to bed. Lie with it for a moment, telling it all about your troubles, and drift off to sleep as your new little friend pushes your stresses away and reminds you that you're going to be okay. 🌙
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[None of this art is mine, btw]
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Depression Support Jar Spell
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If you/a loved one are in a slump and need a little extra push getting out of it, this spell is for you!
materials:
jar
lemon (for happiness, purification, beauty and longevity) and/or orange peel (for confidence and creativity)
rose quartz, for love, inner beauty and empathy
black tourmaline, for absorbing negative energies
black tea, for courage and stimulation
cinnamon, for purification and strengthening love
clove, for attracting prosperity and love
elderberry, for healing and banishing negative thoughts/energies
mustard seed, to promote courage, faith, and endurance
pink/Himalayan salt, for purification, cleansing and self-love
catnip, for love, happiness and beauty
a rosebud, for love and beauty
black and pink candle (optional)
taglock, if you’re doing the spell for a loved one (hair, nail clippings, a photograph, or simply a piece of paper with their name written on it)
in my experience, when you’re doing the spell to support a loved one, it works best if the person (1) knows that you’re doing the spell, and (2) is receptive to the help. if they aren’t willing to accept the help, or don’t know that you’re doing the spell, the spell will be much less effective.
Please note that this jar spell is not a substitute for real medical advice/attention. If you are experiencing suicidal thoughts, or thoughts of harming yourself/others, please seek professional help by calling the National Suicide Prevention Hotline (800-273-8255, English and Spanish available), making an appointment with a therapist, or checking yourself into the closest emergency room.
instructions:
Tip: before adding each ingredient to your jar, hold each ingredient in your hand and visualize its properties and intentions. This will make a world of difference!
Cleanse your jar and your space as you normally would. Prep your space for spellwork by casting a circle, or however you would typically prep your space. I like to take this time to meditate on my intentions, and clear everything out of my head before starting my spellwork.
If you have black and pink candles, go ahead and light them now.
Add your salt to the bottom of your jar. Next, your stones. Then, add your tea, cinnamon, mustard seed and catnip. Then, your clove, elderberry, lemon/orange peel, and rosebud. Lastly, you’ll add your taglock. As you add your taglock, visualize yourself (or, the person you’re doing the spell for) happy, confident, and fearless. Visualize the depression and self-doubt melting away. You may choose to meditate at this step.
Finally, cork your bottle, and (optional) drip the melted candle wax of your black/pink candles on top of the cork, sealing the jar shut. If you plan on giving this jar to a loved one, you may wish to gift it to them.
Carry the jar with you/your loved one, or place it under your pillow/on your nightstand. If the jar begins to feel dull, or if the depressive thoughts continue, sit out in the sun with your jar and allow it to recharge.
Blessed be, witches! <3
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Idk if you take requests, but can you do a patrick hocksetter x reader where theyre as crazy as he is?
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“What is it?” Henry Bowers tilted his head. He stared at your drawing for a long minute now. His eyes moved from left to right to left again. He turned your sketchbook upside down. You waited there with your hands folded. Patrick Hockstetter peeked over Henry’s shoulder.
“It’s the church,” Patrick said, matter-of-factly. “St. Francis of Ass.”
“Assisi,” you corrected. You smoothed your sweaty hands down the front of your Catholic school uniform.
Henry wrinkled his nose. “What the hell are you two talking about? This is just a bunch of crap. It’s lines and scribbles.”
“You don’t get it,” Patrick snatched the sketchbook away and handed it back to you. He lowered his voice. “I see it. He never gets it.” You smiled at him. Your crush on Henry Bowers started to waver.
“There’s nothing to get!” Henry argued. “She just scribbled a bunch of crap. You’re not an artist.” He stomped off, but it didn’t bother you much at all. Glancing at Patrick, you noticed how his dark eyes seemed almost black like looking into a dark hallway. Unknown and a bit haunting. You stared at your hands, smiling to yourself.
“What are you looking at?” Patrick asked. You liked having Patrick’s attention. It was much more satisfying than someone who only saw scribbles on a page.
“Stigmata,” you smiled, showing him your hands. Each palm had a small, scabby wound in the center. “It means I’m a saint. Just like St. Francis.” Patrick grabbed your wrist. He studied your small wound. His fingers brushed over it. The silence between you both wasn’t tense like it was between you and Henry just now. It was settling. Patrick made you feel the same way rain did. Rain could pour, calming a part of you, reminding you that you were alive.
“What are you the saint of? My mom says there’s saints for everything.” Patrick took his fingers away from your hand. His eyes lingered on your sketchbook.
“Animals, I think.” You answered. “I haven’t made a miracle happen yet.”
“Miracle?”
“I have to bring one back to life. Or, something like that.”
A smile grew on Patrick’s face like a weed. He offered his hand to you. “I can help. I have a miracle fridge where lots of things happen.”
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