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#AND THERE WERE THESE FUCKING KIDS FOLLOWING US EVERYWHERE BC WELL THEY ARE TEN THEY WANT A LOL SPICE BUT 😭😭😭 LEAVE US IN PEACE FFS
faerociousbeast · 1 year
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hinata has a lot of inner strength though and supported naruto from the beginning more than sasuke
where did you even come from.... anyways i did say id offer asks like this a little of my time from now on since you seem to have difficulties with your brains when viewing the series yourselves so.
inner strength? i imagine youre referring to her attempting to train herself and then literally not getting anywhere. i do not doubt canon! she did Attempt to do that. however, that isnt really a basis for claiming her external status either.
and no see this is my biggest problem with you people. stop claiming things and giving her credit for things shes never done! admiring is not the same as supporting. she did not hate him ever! this is true!
however, when did this ever HELP naruto? this is where you all seem to get rather confused. heres the thing- she didnt. she never approached him, she never offered him a connection, and youre welcome to equate this to her "shyness" and timidness but then youll have to admit she did Not Do Those Things. and that her so called "kindness" didnt help him when he actually needed it.
he didnt even know she existed. this is not his fault. hinata never made an attempt to let him know she existed. it is NOT his fault for not "loving her back" or "being dense" or whatever the fuck the last claimed, just bc she didnt actively hurt him. inaction ≠ kindness holy crap how many times must i repeat this
she literally just stalked him everywhere and that was kinda it how was he supposed to fucking know???? she only publicly supported him AFTER EVERYONE ELSE DID AS WELL. that does not help, and you need to stop claiming it did.
she never really seemed to see him as just another kid, who was suffering, and that her "support" could possibly help him at least somewhat. she was perfectly content following him everywhere hiding behind things and using his pain to make herself feel better. about her "inner strength" or whatever you said.
but this, is NARUTO helping HINATA from a young age, and he barely even knows of her existence. hinata never did jack shit for him for. pretty much the first 16 years of his life at least, aka the most tough times for him. but HE, was her main inspiration to "get better" WHICH AGAIN ISNT BAD! but stop claiming she did anything in return! she fucking didnt! where is this kindness you speak of?
also you really shouldnt have brought up sasuke. cmon man. this has gotten rather long oops.... but still. just go read the manga again? watch the show maybe? this is also canon ten times over thyeve said it to each other sooo much. they were rivals because they didnt know how to approach each other with friendship. they were EACH OTHERS goals this was not onsided.
if she was so shy, there were MANY options other than fucking stalking someone in a more unfortunate situation than your privellged self everywhere! this is NOT KINDNESS.
he does not owe her JACK SHIT! just bc she "supported him the longest" whats with this weird trend of loving people is suffering and you must force yourself through it or something? what
and if you wanna claim pain arc is super romantic, w hinata throwing herself in front of naruto to say something, sasuke did that too all the way back in land of the waves 💀💀💀💀💀
except he literally did not have time to think (my body moved on its own), he did not have an entire group of people telling him to not interfere as itd only make things worse, he did not think it over and then do it out of SELF PROCLAIMED SELFISHNESS, his actions here were actually REMEMBERED???????? FOR ONE THING??
"more than sasuke" my ass 😭 naruto was so happy nd shit when sasuke was acknowledging him. he finally had someone who understood his pain and didnt judge him. he had someone to train with and inspire him to get better too. but even in again, the WHOLEASS MOVIE they made for a WHOLEASS MARRIAGE, he still looks so sad with her 😭😭
narutos a nice dude and im sure he'd agree with you on the first part! but just. anyways. i dont know what you thought the point of telling me was? i doubt this will affect your opinion, and youll never change mine, soo. see. internet arguments are useless. you legit cpuldve just scrolled down on my blog anyways if you needed an answer from me that bad
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Texts from the Lost Tomb part 6.1
đŸŽ¶ Back on the bullshit I never got offđŸŽ¶
Is this another unnecessary story arc?? With three sections??
Yes.
Wushanju Crew Chat
Wang Meng: You know, I’m someone who appreciates consistency in my day. My life is pleasant, very few issues indeed if you ignore the big ones. And yet. Yet here we are. With unresolved messes at the end of a day.
Wang Pangzi: SOMETHIN YOU NEED TO SAY MARY POPPINS
Wang Meng: We need to talk about Huo Daofu and the glittery bead curtain.
Wang Pangzi: MY FAVE TEEN WIZARD SERIES
Wu Xie: did you turn on that suggested word thingy lol
What glittery bead curtain
Wang Meng: I closed the shop at 6:00pm this evening on the dot. I locked all of the doors in and out of the shop very carefully, especially in light of recent events. The hall leading to the back office was empty. I filed the day’s paperwork, updated and sent emails, and then spent an extra hour organizing receipts and dusting. When I came back out, there were glittery iridescent bead curtains over the front entrance to the shop.
What could this mean?
Wu Xie: uh that you need to spend less time at work?
Wang Pangzi: LOOKS LIKE WE GOT ONE FOR THE DETECTIVES. THE MYSTERY OF THE BEDAZZLED THRESHOLD COMMENCES
Wu Xie: I think we can be relatively secure in thinking a glittery bead curtain isn’t a hostile threat
Wang Pangzi: SAYS YOU
I REMEMBER YE OLDE EXPLORATION TIMES HOW FAST THINGS GOT FURIOUS
BEANBAG CHAIRS SET AFLAME AND LEFT ON DOORSTEPS AS A WARNING
GLITTERBOMBS FOR DAYS
PANIC AT THE DISCO
Wang Meng: Ugh, forget it. I should have just taken them down, regardless of who they belong to.
Zhang Qiling: They are not mine.
Wang Pangzi: A BOLD STATEMENT COMING FROM OUR PRIME SUSPECT
SOMEONE QUICK GO DRAW CHALK AROUND THE DOORWAY TO MARK THE SCENE OF THE CRIME
Wang Meng: Do we know anyone who *would* sneak in and put those up? For whatever reason, legal or not? Even as a joke?
Wang Pangzi: ARE YOU SERIOUSLY ASKING WHETHER WE KNOW ANYONE WHO IS CHAOTIC, AN OUTLAW, A PRANKSTER AND/OR SNEAKS INTO PLACES
BECAUSE THAT WOULD MEAN OUR SUSPECT LIST IS LITERALLY EVERYONE WE KNOW EXCEPT FOR YOU.
Wu Xie: okay let’s think about this; for starters, I didn’t break into my own shop
Wang Meng: You would be in danger of doing some work in the process, that’s true.
Wang Pangzi: LOL
Wu Xie: ANYWAY let’s keep going. For example, Xiao Ge would only break in somewhere for a good reason. Xiao Ge, did you do this?
Zhang Qiling: No.
Wu Xie: okay who’s next
Wang Pangzi: YOU REALLY MISSED YOUR CALLING IN INTERROGATION TIANZHEN
REALLY PUT THE SCREWS TO HIM
IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE;)
Zhang Qiling: How can we be certain *you* didn’t do it?
Wang Meng: Admittedly that was my guess, too.
Wang Pangzi: WOW I SEE HOW IT IS
BLAME PANGZI AS USUAL
ANYWAY HOW DOES HUO DAOFU FIT INTO THIS
Wu Xie: Oh yeah him! Oops I got distracted
Wang Pangzi: UR ENTIRE HISTORY IN A NUTSHELL
Wu Xie: Ugh fuck off
Wang Meng what abt Huo Daofu??
Zhang Qiling: ?
Wu Xie: oh sorry xiaoge I didn’t realize you wouldn’t have spent much time around him last year
He and I go way back
Zhang Qiling: Way back where?
Babysitters Club Chat
Wang Pangzi: I CANNOT BELIEVE HE IS BUYING YOUR INNOCENT ACT
IF YOU EVER TURN TO EVIL WE ARE FUCKED
Zhang Qiling: ?
Wang Pangzi: YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHO HUO DAOFU IS
YOU WERE EXTREMELY POLITE AND BORDERLINE FRIENDLY TOWARDS HIM
Zhang Qiling: I wanted him to feel welcome. I wanted to be sure he understands he has a place here. A specific place.
Wang Pangzi: FOR A SILENT GUY YOU ARE A MASTER AT SUBTLE POWER PLAYS IM ALL TINGLY
LMAO THE IDEA OF WU XIE LEAVING YOU FOR HUO DAOFU IS HILARIOUS AND ALSO NOPE
Zhang Qiling: Rationally, I understand that.
Main Chat
Wang Meng: Huo Daofu is coming for the weekend—didn’t Wu Xie tell you? Wu Xie asked me to check in a week ahead so we could start getting ready for his arrival
Wu Xie: oh yeah I did do that
Wang Meng: Fortunately I know you and so I already went ahead and took care of everything.
Re: the trip
He made a deal with Wu Xie’s doctor that he would do periodic checkups on him here at Wushanju
Bc Wu Xie hates being in the hospital
And frankly the hospital hates him too
Wang Pangzi: FAMILIARITY BREEDS CONTEMPT LOL
I FORGOT HUO DAOFU WAS DOING THAT
A VERY CHIVALROUS GESTURE
WOULDNT YOU SAY
XIOAGE
Zhang Qiling: Is it safe for him to be here with a criminal loose on the premises?
Wu Xie: Right, back to the curtain! Let’s focus on the curtain, hmm?
Wang Pangzi: I AM SO LOOKING FORWARD TO THIS WEEKEND.
ALSO WE CAN RULE OUT XIAO BAI FOR THE CURTAIN SHE JUST SENT A SELFIE FROM NORWAY COVERED IN GREEN SLIME WITH ZERO CONTEXT, UR PROTEGE INDEED
Wu Xie: okay but who else would do something so oddly charming yet illegal and—wait.
Snake Eyes Chat
Wu Xie: hey, Glasses hasn’t been in touch lately right?
Li Cu: uh nope
Unless u count the outdated memes
Why, is money or Xie Yuchen missing
Or is this curtain related, I saw Wang Meng’s tweet
Wu Xie: haha no nothing to worry about really
(I mean maybe? but who knows)
Wang Meng is probably just getting a little paranoid in his old age
Li Cu: better than getting reckless and stupid as hell in ur old age
Wu Xie: 
hey:(
Unknown Number: Li Cu, we discussed this.
Wu Xie: ????????
Li Cu: *sigh* fine, reckless and stupid as heck
Unknown Number: 
close enough.
Wu Xie: EXCUSE who is that
Madame, Sir, Non-Binary Tree Spirit, etc—whomst the fuck
Are you
Li Cu is underage FYI
So Im staying on this chat
Li Cu: okay first of all, it’s not like that
Second of all I’m literally not underage I s2g
u threw the embarrassing surprise bday party, okay so u should remember
And C, that’s my counselor and I invited her. She wanted to meet u and I knew u wouldn’t agree to a visit so I added her to our chat
we have been discussing u
Wu Xie: Oh wow!!!!!!!
What a surprise:)
hi so nice to meet you:)
Main Chat:
Wu Xie: RED FUCKING ALERT
FUCK THE CURTAIN FUCK THE VISIT
IVE BEEN TRICKED INTO FAMILY THERAPY BY A SMUG TEENAGER WHO TEXTS UNKNOWN NUMBERS
Wang Meng: I assume that means something to someone here?
Not my problem? Good.
Wang Pangzi: AHAHAHA GOD I LOVE LI CU
HES LIKE ADORABLE KARMA FOR ALL THE SHIT YOUVE PUT ME THROUGH
IM RAISING HIS ALLOWANCE
Wu Xie: wait i give him an allowance
has he been collecting on two allowances??
Zhang Qiling: Three. I knew about both of yours.
Snake Eyes Chat
Wu Xie: so uh may I ask your name?
Unknown Number: you can call me Ms. Lee.
Now, if you’re comfortable talking in this format, why don’t you tell me how things have been going?
Wu Xie: oh everything is normal and fine and safe as usual, why do you ask:)
Li Cu: I heard about ur necklace thing. nice of you to NOT mention it.
another dangerous adventure. again. prick.
Ur lucky your cool boyfriend cares about you so much or you’d have already died like ten years ago
Wu Xie: lol try twenty years ago
Li Cu: That isn’t funny.
Unknown Number: 
What?
Wu Xie: shit ur right, okay that was a bit glib, my apologies.

I use humor as a coping mechanism?
Unknown Number: and Li Cu, how do you feel about that?
Li Cu: he doesn’t even know what that phrase means
He doesn’t cope, like ever
In fact
It’s kind of why we met
Which is a funny story in retrospect tbh
Wu Xie: haha what are you talking about sweetie hahaha need I remind you of certain anecdotes that could idk send me to jail maybe lmao
Unknown Number: 
You know, perhaps an in-person meeting might be more effective?
Wu Xie: haha such a nice idea but why
Main Chat
Wu Xie: If I go to jail, I’ll have to create alliances for protection, right, that’s how it works on tv
Who do we know who spends time in jail
Other than Hei Yangjing, he’s only ever there for like 12 hours and i suspect he just gets himself arrested bc he enjoys the breaking out process
Also how’s the curtain case coming along
Zhang Qiling: Has someone threatened you?
Wu Xie: well not yet but soon I’m sure
Wang Pangzi: WHERE WAS THIS PARANOIA WHEN WE GOT TAKEN TO THE TEA HOUSE HUH
Snake Eyes Minus Your Fucking Therapist Chat
Li Cu: okay how tf did u pull off spy and undercover shit
u are sus as hell
Wu Xie: damn son is it pick on Wu Xie night
I missed the flyers or I would’ve invited my uncles
Also re: the curtain it’s been mostly solved
Li Cu: I’m not your son, idiot.
Wu Xie: 
oh. Sorry, sorry, you’re right, bad choice of words, haha
Forget i said anything
Delete this chat even
Li Cu: shit I meant
Legally, biologically, I meant—
shit

I turn into an asshole as a coping mechanism?
Wu Xie: oh that’s all okay! I have to go do something else now let me know if you need anything okay kid thanks!
Li Cu: goddamn it calm down who’s the kid here
lemme organize my thoughts so I can articulate my emotions fuckin healthily or w/e
Ugh maybe for like one afternoon we could go to Ms. Lee together? She knows how to word stuff
Wu Xie: uh
okay.
Li Cu: Anyway you don’t need to worry abt jail
As if you would survive prison for one day you’d piss off half the place in like an hour or less
I gave Ms. Lee the heavily edited version of the desert highway to hell roadtrip and i discussed it more in terms of like “nightmarish but still wouldn’t take any of it back”
Well maybe the sand
that shit was everywhere
Wu Xie: oh kiddo. It’s fine, really
You don’t have to explain yourself to me.
Li Cu: no, no it’s just
I do technically have a dad
who is an asshole. Being a son doesn’t really mean shit to me bc it sucked.
So you need to stop backing down just cuz ur guilty abt stuff. I’m really really glad ur not my dad in a good way. Do u get what I mean there
Where’s the mafia widower I followed into hell, huh
Wu Xie: Ur a good kid, despite my influence. I’m really glad you have someone to talk to after everything I
after everything. Wow this talking through feelings thing is kind of weird but nice ur right
Jfc no wonder it took me and xiaoge so long to—you know what, we won’t get into that
Li Cu: ew tmi
Also re: this week’s recent necklace fuckery
I moved my stuff here, I live here now
So you can’t die anymore
Or else
Idk I don’t have a threat planned
anyways abt the curtain
Wu Xie: oh my god, kid
kid you have no idea
I am in tears.
Li Cu: see this is why I can’t be nice to you I can sense the hallmark channel from here
Ugh don’t be sad in ur room that’s dumb
Go hug Pangzi or something
Maybe delete this chat
Or the curtain thing
Focus on the curtain thing
Just stfu and go away
Wu Xie: <3 screenshotting this <3
Li Cu: I take back everything I said. This is why Xiao Ge sleeps on the roof. I hope the ghosts of the Wangs put up that curtain to strangle you somehow. Go die in a stupid way, it’ll suit you.
Wu Xie: lol don’t worry I’m not gonna embarrass you with it or anything
Main Chat
Wu Xie: omg guys look how cute my kid is *sending screenshot*
Wang Pangzi: I MEAN
HE IS WISHING YOU DEATH
BUT SURE
CUTE I GUESS
Wu Xie: no but read the whole thing:):):)
Zhang Qiling: It is indeed very hard to remain angry with you. And you are welcome to join me on the roof.
Wang Pangzi: UH NOPE
NOT WHENI HAD TO BLEACH THE COUNTER IN THE KITCHEN
DONT TRAUMATIZE THE EARLY BIRDS THEYRE ALREADY FREAKED OUT BY U YA HOODIE CRYPTID
Wu Xie: ok true but babe ur like a sexy cryptid
Wang Meng: so, are we just accepting that there is a glittery curtain of unknown origin, and Huo Daofu is going to have to see it while he’s waiting for you at Wushanju bc you’re going to family therapy?
Wu Xie: right
Wang Pangzi: SHOULDA TAKEN EARLY RETIREMENT HUH
Wang Meng: I’m going to go dust something.
Unnamed Chat:
Unknown number: so the curtain

Unknown number 2: yep, not my best work but I kinda panicked last minute u know
Unknown number: what is in the water at Wushanju that makes everyone dumb and attractive
Unknown number 2: relax they’ll figure it out
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icharchivist · 3 years
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Any cat stories from the past :3
Also cute kitties >.< I am sending them affection
I have quite a few! we used to have so many cats when i was a kid (when my parents divorced they were given away though so dlfdlfd)
Our first cat was Virgule (which means Comma in french). She was named this way because her tail had the shape of a comma. She was a grumpy, queen cat, who would always defend her territory. She was the kind of cat who would come at you and start clawing you so you would pet her. If you stopped petting her before she was satisfied, she would claw you again. So you keep petting her, terrified. Until, when she had enough, she would claw you again before leaving. This cat left us with so many scars.
One day we were hanging out near the house when two big dogs who escaped their home came and started to growl at us. Virgule was a big cat, but even there, smaller than them - but she still started to chase them away. Queen.
Virgule knew how to open doors AND close curtains and she would use her powers to her own selfish needs.
I don't really have much memories of our second and third cats bc they died when i was very young dhfldf
Fourth cat was called Perle (translation: Pearl). She was quite a diva. My sister basically just found her as a kitty and brought her home with her without telling our parents. I still remember my mom coming to the room we were in to say hi, then freeze, and go "why is Virgule brown. And Small." (Virgule was very white.) My sister didn't let my mom any time to protest and just like that we had another cat. We also had a small Maltese dog named Little then. Little was terrified of Virgule, but Perle was a kitten and Little started to really mom her around instead. They were inseparable. (i should also mention for size: Little was smaller than Virgule.)
Our Fifth Cat was found in a pretty similar way. My sister was told to never, ever bring cat home again. The cat was named Chanel because my sister is fancy like that and "ahah Chanel number 5". Perle was super upset at Chanel entering our lives, especially because Little suddenly decided to mom Chanel instead and started to growl at Perle when Perle got too close. The cat ended up running away because of that (but apparently she was adopted by a neighbor and she's still thriving).
The biggest problem with Chanel was that my sister also nicknamed "Kikette" which is like a way to say "little dick" and the problem is that at some point Chanel only answered to being called "Kikette". At some point she ran off to the neighbor's garden and my mom was panicked, ran after her, and kneeled down near the neighbor's bush and started going "Kikette my kikette where are you my kikette!" and it took her like. 10 seconds to realize what the fuck she was saying trying to say and she has cursed my sister over it for so long.
Anyway "Chanel will be our last cat" or top ten words said before a disaster because you forgot to sterilize her. She got pregnant with 4 kittens and she gave birth in my sister's bed at 3am (my sister had to like. call me whispering next door to go look for Mom's because she couldn't move Chanel was GIVING BIRTH on her.) the four kitties were too cute and we didn't have the heart to let go of them, so we kept them. Because the mom was named Chanel, the kittens were named Gucci, Prada, Dolce & Gabanna. Dolce & Gabbana were really alike as kittens (pitch black kittens), though Gabbana was the only male cat we ever had.
Those four kitties were walking disasters. Gabbana became well known for being the cuddliest kitty in the whole house and would always be cuddling Little at all time. Dolce was a diva who would often stick to her mom. Prada was pissing everywhere. Gucci was the dumbest cat you've ever met.
One thing to know is that Virgule didn't like sharing territories, but this cat was so fucking terrifying that every cats bowed in front of the queen. (she was also so old so that helped).
One day, apparently, Virgule and Chanel were both hanging on the parasol near the swimming pool and whatever happened there, Chanel slipped and fell in the swimming pool. In the 10 seconds that followed, her 4 kittens started running from different corner of the house to her, meowing like their lives depended on it. Chanel got out of the swimming pool on her own while all the kitties were trying to lick her dry.
Like i mentioned though Gucci was dumb as rocks: it's the cat we've seen trying to run and "jump out" of a closed window, totally smashing her face on the glass.... twice.... in a row....
Another day we heard a big BANG in the kitchen followed by the weakest "meow....." and when we ran to see what happened, it turned out that Gucci had tried to enter the 10kg dryfood pack we had against the wall from the top of it, and got stuck into it, her paws caught in holes she made in the pack.
Those are the stories that come out at the top of my head at least. I was 13 when we got separated unfortunately so it was so long ago dlfhdlkfjdl i forgot so many stories.
My sister got a cat since she lives alone that's called Cachemire (Cashmere) that my sister keep calling "Casse-couilles" instead ("breaker of balls" which is how you call someone who truly annoys you). She is ALSO a diva (i think it may be my Sister making that happen) but i haven't really lived with Cachemire so i don't know her as well. All i can say though is that she's a pro at the very popular "decide to have a funny silly feral little time in the middle of the night" and the one time i spent one week catsitting for my sister was how you learn to grow away from "gasp??? is that a ghost???" when you hear a weird sound, and instead develop the keen way to go "what the FUCK ARE YOU DOING" at 5am.
that's all that i have coming up on top of my head at least DLKFJDFLKJDF
so yeah kitties :3c
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thewritingstar · 3 years
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Until My Heart Stops Racing
Pairing: Mitch x Mike (or Bitch as I like to call them, ya know cause Believe x Mitch.....nvm lol) 
Fandom: The Powerpuff Girls 
Note: This was a commission for the wonderful @lisathefan who gave me the cutest prompt and I know she loves her crack ships. I hope you enjoy my dear and thanks to my beta, Faxx for helping me! 
Word count: 5538
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The car whipped into the parking space, dirt flying around us and I felt my heart rate finally go back to its normal beating. I looked over to Butch who had a goofy grin and ignoring everything he just did.
“Butch your driving is terrible. Now I get why you fly everywhere.” I groaned as I finally got out of the car. “I swear if Brick saw how you drove this thing... actually I don’t want to think about it.” I thought that speeding was illegal but apparently if the cops can’t even see your car, it's a free pass. And being in touch with the puffs might be a bonus we all have.
Butch let out a laugh before locking the car. “Relaxe Mike, what Brick doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” He shrugged and sometimes I wondered how he could even say that. Brick could kill someone with just a glance but when you are a superhuman, and his brother, maybe the effect doesn’t work.
Maybe I should ask Blossom about that.
The beeping of other cars brought me out of my trance as I followed him on the dirt path.
“Anyways, why did you drag me all the way out here?” I turned to see the lights and the signs. “The fair?”
In front of me was the entrance to what could only be deemed as a somehow legal way to make people shell out three hundred dollars on cheap food and even cheaper ride systems. Every kid wanted to go to the fair and, yeah, it was fun when you were five, but now that we had just graduated high school, it seemed more dangerous than fun.
“Yeah, why not?”
I glanced at him and he only smiled widely but something in his eyes had mischief written all over it. “What's the deal?”
He sighed and smirked.
“A little birdy told me you got heart eyes for a certain someone.” Butch threw his arm around my shoulder. “And as the king of romance, I’m gonna help you out.”
Theres always a small tinge of fear whenever Butch gets an idea. It either ends badly where someone gets hurt, usually him or bad in the way that we all get in trouble and the notorious Powerpuff Girls have to get us out of it. But this...this was much worse.
“Butch, what did you do?” I said through gritted teeth. He only laughed at me instead of answering and pushed up towards the gates.
“Relax. Look they are here.” He pointed.
I followed his sight and walking up towards us was Buttercup, Robin and Mitch. Butch let out another laugh, probably because he could hear my heartbeat. Fuck superhearing. Of course Robin opened her mouth. You tell a girl while you’re throwing up that you have the biggest crush on your best friend who wears dark leather, has piercings and makes your heart swoon and think that she can keep her mouth shut. But no, she can’t.
“Hey guys.” Butch waves to him before leaving me to wrap his arms around Buttercup and ignore the public by kissing her square on the lips. PDA is always gross unless you’re the one doing it, so I can’t blame them. Also it's funny to watch her smack his arm.
“Sup Mikey.” Robin smiles smugly. Little demon.
“Hey. Hi Mitch.” He gives me a wave and a nod of the head and I have to mentally tell myself not to blush. Stupid hormons.
“Come on you two.” Robin says and grabs my arm and Mitch’s and forces us towards the carnival’s entrance. “Lets go!”
One of the perks to being besties with the puffs is the mass amount of freebies. Buttercup swiftly pulled out a ticket for each of us and handed it to the ticket collector.
“Sweet, free entrance.” Mitch smiled at me and held up his hand for a fist bump.
I gladly returned the gesture and every time I did so, I wondered if he could feel the electric spark between us. God, I need to stop reading romance novels.
“Alright losers. We’ll see you all later tonight, meet up for fireworks at 9?” Buttercup said and apparently everyone already had a plan that I was not aware of.
“Sounds good to me!” Butch smirked. “BC and I are going to do coupley stuff no one wants to see and Robin said something about henna soooooo.” He looked at me. “Guess Mitchy boy and Mikey are on their own.” I didn’t miss his wink and before I could protest, everyone was walking away.
My mind was now racing as I tried to comprehend what was happening. I realized in this moment that the group had ganged up on us, well specifically me. Mitch probably didn’t even think twice as the group broke up but they were out of their minds if they thought something was going to happen.
“Wanna hit the rides?” He asked.
I take a breath before nodding. We turn into the direction of the ride area and I have to remind myself that he is just a friend. A friend. Nothing more, nothing less. I usually have my emotions in check but for some reason, they want to act up now. All I have to do is get through tonight without embarrassing myself or giving Butch the satisfation of him being the king of romance. As if that were possible.
The area is buzzing with so much energy. There’s little kids whining and screams coming from the various rides. The smells of corn dogs, popcorn and, oddly enough, waffles mixed in the air and I can’t tell if it smells good or not but I know my pockets are gonna be much lighter by the end of the night.
We get into the shortest line for the tickets and it's truly a scam that each ride is a separate cost.
“I don’t feel like dying tonight so I think two rides is good for me.” Mitch says and I laugh a little because it's true. Just watching the swings makes me feel like one of them unhinge and plummet to the ground but that's what I get for being a paranoid person.
“I feel you. How about the rollercoaster and ummm... the spinning ride?” I suggest.
“Sounds good to me.” He smiles and god fucking dammit, those damn dimples.
The line moves as we chat about the newest horror movie coming into theaters and how Mitch saw a certain pair of redheads making out in a car.
“Wait for real?”
“I swear to god dude.” He raised his hand. “Unless some other chick wears a big ass bow, it has to be them.”
“Interesting.” I smile and soon we get called next.
“Hi there boys, how many tickets can I get ya?” the older woman asks.
“Ten.” Mitch says and I reach into my pocket to grab my wallet, that may or may not have a photo of all of our friends and definitely not for the reason that I can see his face at any given time, but Mitch stops me and places the cash in the tin. “I got it.” he says casually and something inside me felt all warm and fuzzy as the row of blue tickets was handed to him.
“Have a nice date night.” The woman says as we walk away and I almost do a double take thinking I heard her wrong. But when I look over to Mitch, he seems unaffected by the words so I just let it slide.
The rollercoaster isn’t as grand or cool as the ones at the theme park, it doesn’t even go upside down but it has a good bit of hills and bumps to give some air time so i guess it will do. The only problem is that these workers don’t care and make Mitch and I sit in the same cart as these two younger kids.
After we get the bars onto us, the ride starts to go. In front of us the girl grabs the boy's arm and I give a small eye roll as we start to climb the lift hill.
“Babe I'm scared.” She cries and he wraps an arm around her shoulders and I’ve never been so jealous of middle schoolers before.
“These carts are so damn small.” Mitch complains. And it's true. The two of us squished in this together leaves no space for our arms. The pressure of our shoulders touching isn’t too bad but it's to the point it almost hurts. “Hold on.” He says and I feel him pull his right arm away from mine and throw it behind us. “Sorry this is better.”
“No, it's cool bro.” I say even though I realize that this boy really just made it ten times harder to breath now.
I can barely grasp my surroundings as the rollercoaster takes its first turn before the drop. I can see the ending of the track as we go down but the only thing my brain is processing is the fingers tightening on my shoulder.
“Holy shit.” I mumble hoping that Mitch doesn’t know how he's affecting me.
We let out screams and shouts as we go up and down, flying around on the track and I try to enjoy myself, I really do. Before long, it's over and Mitch reaches his hand out to help me up and I take it with silence.
“That was fun.” He smiles and I am really happy he ignored his moms protests and got that lip piercing. It suits him.
“Yeah.” Is all I can muster and he gives me a look before walking towards the next ride.
Luckily as we enter this ride, there’s more room. Only our knees touch as we buckle in the seatbelt and I feel myself being able to breathe better.
“Good thing we didn’t eat before getting on here.” I laugh as the lights start to flash.
He snorts and nods. “Robin would have blown chunks either way.”
The ride is a simple circular track with small hills. All it does is follow the path and goes around pretty fast. Simple but a classic. The music begins and soon we feel the cart shift. I'm sitting on the right while Mitch is on the left, next to the exit and he wiggles off his black beanie just for good measure. His light brown hair, slightly damaged from dying it black back in freshman year, is ruffled from hat hair and my god is it cute.
“Fucking love this ride.” Mitch smiles and it begins to pick up the pace.
Soon, we are at full speed, which is fine. Perfectly fine. Except for the fact that the gravity from the ride is pulling me towards Mitch and no matter how tight I hold on, I end up smacked against him. Shoulders touching and I can clearly smell his cologne. It's the scent of sandalwood and campfire and my god does it smell heavenly. Men just smell like nature and I am more than okay with that.
But Mitch doesn’t mind, because why would he? Instead he's laughing and truly enjoying the ride. I smile and laugh too because honestly, it's just fun to spend time with him. The ride is over faster than I wanted and we hop off, slightly dizzy and I walk a little out of line but he catches my arm and pulls me to him.
“Easy dude.” He chuckles and I nudge him playfully and ruffle his hair before he plops on his beanie. Goodbye cute hat hair.
All of a sudden, my shoulder is hit. It was a pretty hard smack and my body jolted to the side as Mitch grabbed me from falling.
“Look a bunch of homos.” I look up and realize that it's some assholes from our school.
Duke Jones and Mark Dalton. Some of the few people who actually try to be douchebags on the regular.
My eyes do heavy eye rolls and I want to scream at them but I've never been a confronting person. My voice is in my throat but Mitch takes a step forward, his hand never leaving my arm.
“And what of it? Really dudes? You think some lame insult is gonna hurt our feelings. You’re lucky I don’t just kick your ass, better enough I can call Buttercup in a second and have your bodies all the way across this place. Grow the fuck up and maybe don’t choke on your toxic masculanity.” He sneered and sometimes I forget that Mitch can be pretty intimidating.
Their eyes widened as Mitch pulled out his phone to show BC’s number. They mutter something before turning and rushing off in a hurry.
“You okay?” He asks me.
“Yeah.” I say. “Sorry you got caught in that.”
“It's not a big deal.”
But it is. It's not a secret that I'm out and proud. Yeah its cool and all to not have to be closeted, even Princess came out last year so its nice to know that someone higher up won’t pick on me, but even then, it sucks. No matter where I go in life, someone will be there with a flame thrower of slurs or anger for something I didn’t choose. As for Mitch, theres something about him being called gay and him not having a hissy fit about it that makes me feel safe. Uhh fuck.
I take a second to recollect myself and Mitch just pulls me from the herds of eyes that saw that fiasco.
“Lets go here.” He points to the hall of mirrors and for some reason it's beginning to get extremely hard to be around him.
But I take a deep breath and push those feelings to the side once again.
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The hall of mirrors was by far the lamest thing the fair could have done. Sure, as a little kid it was cool and slightly scary but now, all of our heads could see just above the tips of the mirrors making it lose the effect. It probably would have been more fun if the others were there. Butch would hide behind the mirros trying to scare us before Buttercup sent some lasers his way causing them to bounce everywhere and making us duck and cover. Good times. However, it was just Mitch and me.
While Mitch was walking, I couldn’t stop thinking about those jerks just now. Of course everyone already knew about my preference but Mitch seemed unbothered by being referred to as gay. Probably because he's not some asshole that thinks it's a bad thing, I mean if he did, why would he be friends with me for all this time? He’s just a good person, that's all.
Not to sound like the coming of age kid, but I knew I was into dudes before I could comprehend the idea of love or romance, I just thought they were pretty to look at. Moving to a new city at such a young age was hard for me, not to mention the whole invisible friend that tried to kill everyone. But after everything was said and done, I did in fact make some friends.
The famous superheroes had become my pals and when Buttercup introduced me to Mitch, I think that's when it all went downhill. We became the dynamic duo and everyone always paired us as the best friends, which is true but...it makes me feel guilty.
He turned a corner and I stopped walking. All of a sudden I was lost and staring at a mirror. Just me in my beat up sneakers and the uncertain face I seem to be wearing a lot lately. There's always a time in your life where you stop and contemplate everything, question all your decisions and how nothing truly matters.
“Hey you stopped walking?” Mitch said to me and I looked at him with a shaky smile.
“Sorry. Lost in thought I guess.”
“Care to share?” He asked and leaned against one of the mirrors.
I laughed to myself thinking about what I could possibly say. “Yeah sure Mitch, why don’t I just tell you that I’m in love with you and how it pains me to wake up to know that you will only see me as just a friend. Why don’t I just rip out my heart and put it on a silver platter for you to squash or just confess and kiss you here, ignoring all the states and hopefully pissing off some people?”
“...What?”
My eyes shot open and my eyes met his. He looked at me with confusion and shock. His mouth hung open slightly and it took me a solid three seconds to relaize that my dumb ass had just blurted that all out.
Panic. That's all I could feel as he stared like a deer caught in headlights. I could feel myself on the verge of tears and suddenly the air was too thick as I turned and ran, not caring about the employee telling me I was going the wrong way.
Mitch’s voice echoed behind me but I couldn’t stand to turn and look towards him. To hear the pure rejection and probably the disgust. Throwing away years of friendship for some stupid feelings? What was I thinking?
After nearly hitting my head several times, I made it out and ignored the weird stares and glances people were giving me. All I wanted to do was find Butch and get out of here and hope that I can just pack up and move away for college. Maybe even change my name.
Instead I found myself pushing my way into the bathroom stall and biting my arm to stifle my sobs. I felt like my heart was about to shatter, that all my nightmares where coming true all thanks to my stupid mouth. I was a fool to think that someone like him would even consider me as something more, a complete and utter fool.
“Mike?” A voice called and of course the sneakers peaking outside the stall belonged to Butch.
“What?” I spat bitterly. “Go away.”
I barely heard his sigh. “Dude, I don’t know what happened but suddenly Buttercup saw you burst into here. Really dude, is everything fine? At least come out and talk to us. Plus it smells really bad in here and there's a line of dudes.”
There's some truth to the matter and I wiped my face and pushed open the stall with a little too much force but luckily he grabbed it and just nodded towards the exit.
Robin and Buttercup are standing outside and luckily, I don’t see Mitch.
“Wanna explain what happened?” Robin asks as she hands me a tissue from her purse.
“No. I just wanna go home.”
Buttercup looks arounds then back to me. “Where's Mitch.”
“Probably somewhere and never wants to see me again.” I mumble.
“What?” She asks and looks towards Butch then back to me.
Butch raised his brow. “Mike, did you tell him?”
“Tell him what?” Buttercup asked.
It was at that moment that Buttercup didn’t know that I was practically in love with her best friend. Maybe Robin and Butch planned this together but it didn’t matter, not anymore. I would be losing two friends after this. Great.
“Look. It doesn’t matter. He doesn’t feel the same way.” My throat is dry and it hurts and there's no doubt that my face is red and flushed with tears. “I'm just gonna call my mom to come get me.”
“Come on Mike don’t go.” Robin asked and she padded my arm.
“You don’t get it, Robin.” I spat. “You don’t understand what I just did. Thanks to someone’s dumb idea, I now lost my best friend. And for what? Did we really think he would like me back? That he could even see me in such a way? I don’t even know if he’s gay or let alone into dudes. But who gives fuck? I don’t.”
Butch took a step towards me but my anger only rose. “C’mon Mike I'm sure-”
“This was a stupid idea Butch!” I yelled and at that moment I didn’t care what anyone thought. I was embarrassed and hurt. “I just want to be alone.” I pushed past him and the others, ignoring everything they were saying because it didn’t matter any more.
It didn’t matter that my friends tried to help something that shouldn’t have even been considered. It was just a stupid crush. Nothing more, nothing less. Hopefully by the new semester, it would be gone and out of my system
. hopefully. A stupid crush that I’d been harboring for years and titling on a scale of something more.
It wasn’t long until my tears dried and I found myself among the section of carnival games. All of the rigged and hard to win and if you did win, it would be a small sappy prize that you would toss into a garbage bag or try to sell for a nickel at a garage sale.
There were darts and guessing the weight of a small pig. The basketball tossing and hitting the giant hammer looked tempting but instead I walked to the game that no one had ever won. Ring toss. A game of chance and so incredibly rigged, it's a miracle if one prize is won in a year.
Without a second thought, I gave up a fresh twenty dollar bill and the girl working, who clearly hated her job, handed me the biggest bucket of rings. Enough to keep me entertained until I call my mom or muster up enough courage to ask Butch for a ride back like a dog with its tail inbetween its legs.
I thought I had it all figured out. I thought I could be okay with this. But I was stupid. Stupid to think that the boy I had a crush on, one of my best friends, would like me back, or even be into dudes for that matter. But no, instead of having my secret crush kept, ya know, a secret, the one person who shouldn’t know, did.
I tossed another ring into the sea of bottles, the high pitched clinking echoed for just a moment as another was tossed. Maybe this was pointless. Maybe trying to figure out feelings was a waste of time because in all honesty, I never knew.
Like the plastic rings people pay way too much for, you jump and you think you’ll land on that bottle, secure the prize and show everyone up. Prove that you can do the impossible.
But then you miss and reality comes back. The bucket dwindles down and soon you’re left with nothing but regret for trying and shorting eight bucks.
“Hey.”
I turned, of course he would follow me. Why wouldn’t he? He was probably here just to tell me to let it go and sweep it under the rug, and say it's not weird when it totally is. Or he was going to come out and say that maybe our friendship has come to its expiration date.
“Oh. Hey.” I threw another one, missing again.
I tried not to care as he stood next to me but I passed him the bucket and he took his own shot, missing, just like me.
“Have you been crying?” He asked and there was no way around it.
“Yep.” I popped the p and threw another ring. “Look Mitch, I’m sorry what I said-”
“Don’t be.”.
Oh
“Most guys would just push someone like me away if that happened.”
He hummed and tossed a ring, missing. “Well, I’m not like most guys and I thought that was pretty clear. Especially after those jerks. I value your friendship too much to get worried or upset.”
I looked over at him, and that in itself was a mistake, because it would be just my luck that the other carnival games with their bright flashing lights would surround him and make it seem like he was glowing. The lights soften his features, a small twinkle on the black orb of his earring and making those very so light freckles appear.
Almost like a painting hung up in a museum. You think the trip is boring, and for the most part it is. A few interesting things here and there but just as you are about to leave, you find a room you hadn’t explored. It could be nothing and you could leave, forgetting everything in the last three hours and moving on with your life.
Or it could be life changing. As if when you walked in there, the most captivating painting was on that wall and you wonder how you skipped it in the first place. You stare at it, taking in the picture itself and the meaning. Stepping closer and looking at the paint strokes, the time taken to make this is clear and it's full of questions and mystery. The small plaque on the wall fails to answer.
He picked up the last ring. It twirled in his fingertips unsure of where to go.
“I kept thinking, you know.” He said. “I remember watching a show, a random cartoon and an ad for a pride festival popped up. I thought nothing of it, didn’t know what it meant at the time but my father did. He was outraged and changed the channel, screamed and shouted saying that if his son ever was caught doing something like that
” Mitch paused and closed his palm.
I could see the hurt in his eyes as he sighed.
“Then he would have no son. So when I found out what it all meant and learned about myself....I thought it would be best to never act on it. No matter how much I wanted to look towards another guy, I couldn’t.”
“I’m sorry Mitch, I didn’t know.” And it was the truth. I wanted to mentally slap myself for not realizing that he was, in fact, gay as well. Way to go Mike, your gay-dar is broken. But then again, you can’t just tell a sexuality clear as day. I can’t blame him for hiding it, after everything with his dad.
He sighed again. “But when you told me that. Told me you wanted me, I think I started to realize that I would rather have something I want no matter what others think of me. I envy how you can just come out and be proud, as you should, but I wish I was that brave instead of a coward.”
“Mitch.” I slid my hand on top of his cautiously. He didn’t flinch or have any indication of pulling away. “I’m scared every day. Scared that someone might yell something offensive or even try to hurt me. Just like those assholes did earlier.But I can’t stop those things from happening but I can choose to not let them affect me. It's hard but you know you’re surrounded by people who care about you. Plus your best friend is an actual superhero.”
“I know, I’m sorry. You probably don’t want to date such a fuck up like me.”
Fuck up? Did this boy really think that?
“I would never see you as that.” I said honestly. “It's normal for us to have conflicting feelings when someone in our life isn't supportive. It's never gonna be a walk in the park or smooth sailing but when you're with someone who cares about you, it makes it easier.”
He sighed for the hundredth time. It was clear the gears in his mind were running at full steam and he looked at the ring in his hand then to the bottles.
“I guess you’re right Mike. I guess I was thrown off that the dude I've liked since kindergarten likes me back.” He looked towards me and tossed the ring, not bothering to pay attention. “I just hope you haven't changed you mind-”
The next thing I know, my hand is tugging on his worn leather collar and his lips are pressed to mine.
I never thought that my first kiss would be as enchanting as this. You always think it's magical and fulfilling but in reality it's probably a mess of lips that don’t move quite as well and somehow there's a tongue doing whatever it wants. I guess I can’t count this as my first kiss because Robin had peaked me on the lips in third grade, also giving me the clear sexual awakening of how I never want another woman to come near me again, but this was different.
He tasted like cotton candy which I should find gross and oddly weird but I didn’t mind one bit. At the beginning there was a bit of hesitation, or maybe he was caught off guard since I did interrupt him but I couldn’t help myself. Stupid hormones. He wasted no time kissing me back and I even felt a hand on my waist pulling towards him. Although it lasted only a few mere seconds, it was like a lifetime of waiting had lifted.
When we pulled apart, loud speakers and alarms went off above us. I looked towards the game, I noticed one single plastic ring was stuck on the bottle. The worker smiled at us before nodding.
“Wow, I can’t believe you made it, especially without looking.” She said and I looked to Mitch who just shrugged.
“What? You kissed me, I just threw it.” He smiled brightly and I hugged him.
“So what will it be?” I asked him and he turned towards the prizes.
“Well, what about that dinosaur?”
“I love dinosaurs.”
Mitch smiled. “I know.”
The worker used a ladder to climb and retrieve the massive blue dinosaur prize. As a kid, i used to dream of winning such a cool thing but know, I think I got something better. Mitch handed it to me with a blush and I looked at it with just as much pink on my cheeks.
“Ya know.” Mitch started. “I have enough tickets for one last ride. Maybe the ferris wheel?”
“That sounds good.” He reached out his hand and I took it. Before I could blink, I felt his lips press against my cheek.
“I don’t like to see you cry.” He said.
I simply hummed and we walked hand in hand to the ferris wheel before deciding to give the prize to some kids. He handed the tickets to the worker as we climbed into the cart and began to go up. He threw his arm over my shoulder like he did on the rollercoaster, but this time, I leaned against him and let those emotions I tried to keep at bay, run wild.
“I’m really glad Butch dragged me here.” I said honestly and Mitch only laughed and silenced me with his lips pressed against mine.
“Me too.”
When we pulled apart, a few questions still lingered in my mind.
“You mean, you’ve liked me this entire time? And you knew I was gay?” I asked hesitantly. It wasn’t a secret, the last part at least.
He scratched the back of his neck, a nervous tick he's had since he was little. “I mean I wasn’t hundred percent sure, I thought maybe it was a one time thing or just happened occasionally. But as we got older, more specifically high school, I think that's when it hit me.” He sighed. “All I knew was that I wanted to be with you until my heart stopped racing.”
His eyes met mine. I’ve always hated when people didn’t see the beauty in brown eyes. They think they are dull and lifeless, only one hue but that's far from the truth. Mitch’s eyes had spots of gold and a slight tint of green, breathtaking to say the least.
“I mean it’s a shame we spent our high school years just as friends.” My hand went on top of his. “But I’d rather have you as my friend instead of losing you so I understand. But what about your dad? Will be okay with us dating-or well I assume we should-”
“I don’t care about his opinion of us. Plus we would be idiots not to date at this point. If he doesn’t accept. That's his loss not mine.” His gaze went to the sky where a firework exploded.
The colors lit up in the sky and we realized we got lucky as our cart stopped at the very top. It felt unreal to be sitting next to my best friend and now, boyfriend. There's always moments in your life that you feel like were meant to be. Maybe it's the career you chose or the person you marry. Milestones that are already set in stone and fate just happens to bring you together, all that stuff. And as I looked at him through heavy lashes I thought that maybe, just maybe, the stars aligned on this one.
That or I would have to admit that Butch is the king of romance, even though he did literally nothing today and this was all me. Either way, Mikey boy’s got a man.
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danielle campbell. cisfemale. she/her.    kameron “kami” abbott just pulled up blasting man by jojo  — that song is so them ! you know, for a twenty-six year old singer & actress, i’ve heard they’re really self-destructive, but that they make up for it by being so persistent. if i had to choose three things to describe them, i’d probably say midnight drives with the top down, music playing loudly through headphones, & a wall of paintings from everywhere she’s been. here’s to hoping they don’t cause too much trouble ! 
general info
full name: kameron joanne abbott
birthdate: november 3rd, 1993
stage name/nickname: kami 
acting & voice claims: bridgit mendler & jojo levesque
basically if you know who jojo is ......... that’s kami. but if you don’t, watching this 26 min video explains everything ( and is kind of worth the watch bc jojo is a fucking QUEEN )
growing up and rise to fame
kameron abbott was born in massachusetts to recently divorced lynette & joshua abbott.  though they were divorced due to other extra marital issues ( her father and mother were both cheating on each other for the length of their marriage ) they decided they could be co parents.  
when they made these plans, they didn’t expect it to really affect them as much.  their own personal issues made it hard for the two grown adults to get along and they wound up fighting all the time.  
kameron lived with her mother full time, seeing her dad often though, but most of her early memories include hearing the two of them fighting or making comments about each other in front of her.  
was seven years old when she got her first singing gig, she was going to be singing the national anthem at a school event, which is where somebody else saw her and she wound up singing at another event.  
it was at one of these events that kameron was spotted by a talent scout and brought in to a recording studio.  she wasn’t sure if it was going to work for her, but she was excited nonetheless.  a real paying job!  singing and making music, man it was her dream.  she would give anything for it.  -- sure, she liked acting too, but music was her real actual passion. 
they signed a contract when kami was ten and a half, and started looking into music that they could use for her.  kami was interested in writing her own music, but at ten years old she didn’t have a lot of life experiences to draw on for music.  so the label worked with different demos and gave her some options and they worked with her to pick what would be best.
kameron and her mother relocated to brooklyn, ny when she was eleven years old, working on getting her music heard by people who mattered and working on the album.  it was a lot of time that kameron took out of her school in order to work on everything.  
some of the kids in school were always curious why she was missing so much school, and yet was still at the top of her class.  kameron continued getting her school work even when she’d be working in the studio either in new york or los angeles.  
her first single “leave ( get out )” dropped the summer before her 12th birthday.  the album followed, titled “kami”, was released the next winter early in the year.  
suddenly, there was a lot of press about the tiny girl who had a powerful voice.  she was on talkshows and working on different circuts getting her music out and talking about everything.  
claiming that fame
kameron’s life changed drastically when her album dropped.  she thought they would be staying in new york, since that’s where the label had relocated her.  but shortly after the release, they decided it would be best to bring her out to los angeles instead.  
so at thirteen kami found herself in a new city ( again ), surrounded by people she didn’t know.  sure, she was making a name for herself, but what the hell was she really doing?  
kami wound up not going to any of the local schools, instead her mother decided it would be best to home school her in the meantime while they were in a period of adjusting to a new place and working on her second album.  
it wasn’t anything that they expected to be doing so quickly after the first, but the abbott women adjusted.  
during this time kami didn’t see her father a lot.  she would call him and talk to him here and there, but since he lived on the east coast and she was on a tight schedule there wasn’t time to do much of anything.  
on top of working on a second album so soon after her first, kami was auditioning for film roles.  she even managed to land a lead role in the film aquamarine -- which meant she was filming that and had to put the album on pause for a couple of months.  
aquamarine premiered the spring of 2007, and was claimed to be one of the best “sleepover flics”.  the kind teenage and preteen girls watch to get their minds off of their own problems.
she got close with her co-stars too, some of the first real hollywood friends she had.  
following the success of her theatrical debut kami’s second album dropped the following year ( this time, 2007 ) ( very unusual for me, but i’m keeping the track listings of jojo’s first two albums the same for kami’s ....... a wild concept ik ) actually just before halloween.  
during the process of promoting her new album, kami got her second film role in the movie rv.  the film came out in the summer of 2008.  
of course, as much as kami liked acting, she really wanted to be in the studio working on music of her own.  but there was something else going on.  
the lawsuit
kameron wanted to be in the studio for everything -- she’d been writing her own music finally.  
except, her label was putting it off.  and kami didn’t understand why.  
she tried to busy herself by working on recording everything she had, working with several different producers and coming up with new tracks.  and still, despite all of this, her label wasn’t releasing her music.  
kami confronted them about it, telling them ( at 16 years old ) that if they wouldn’t release her new music, that she’d walk from the company and find somebody else.  
that’s when they pulled out their contract.  they owned kami’s voice--so she would have to do what they wanted her to do.  
she was ten and a half when she signed the contract--or technically when her mother signed the contract.  they hadn’t been in hollywood before and they’d been assured that it was the same kind of contract that anybody would sign.  
of course, kami was livid, she had worked hard, to just wind up fucked by the label she’d thought of as a family for so long.  
the label was putting out other artists music and pushing her release date back again and again and again.  
finally, kami found a lawyer and she began the very long process of suing her label for her voice back.  
during this time kami needed to find some work where she could make money--her label would let her record things, but they wouldn’t release any for her fans to buy.  and she hadn’t come from a wealthy family to begin with ( her mother had money, but wasn’t big on spending it ).  
so this led to kami getting a couple of guest spots on disney channel--jonas, wizards, and then landing her own show & dcom.  of course, she wanted to be happy for all of the work.  but it wasn’t her passion.  in bits and pieces she got to do singing for the projects ( lemonade mouth was, after all, a “disney musical” )--but it wasn’t the same thing.  
kami had a lot of fun acting, and wouldn’t trade the time she’d been working for anything, but she wanted to be writing music and putting it out there for her fans.  she wanted that authentic connection she’d felt with her fans before.  but she wasn’t getting that now.  the disney company was too bubblegum and clean cut for kameron, which led to the production of good luck charlie rushing to finish.  there was a lot of tension between kameron along with the cast, and producers of the show, so while they wanted to give the fans a good ending they rushed to get it all done as well.  
handling the situation
to make herself heard, to keep her fans happy while she was going through all of this--kami found a loophole.  she couldn’t release her music publically and do any big promo through her label.  but she could release her music on multiple websites such as soundcloud and straight to youtube.  -- the big part of her legal contract was that kami couldn’t sell her music, the label owned the rights to that.  so working on soundcloud, or directly posting originals and covers to youtube was a good way to get herself out there and keep it.  
of course, she was a little disheartened at first that there wasn’t a direct answer for her issues even though she was in the courthouse.  but it seemed like the case was dragging.  sure, she had acting in her pocket and was making decent money from that but kami wanted more from her career than what her label was allowing her.  
in the meantime, since she couldn’t put her own music out into the world, kami was featured on songs and keeping up with putting covers up on her youtube channel ( two of her favorite covers are locked out of heaven & a rewrite of marvin’s room )
she’s doing her best to stay her true authentic self at this time.  but it’s hard given her own stress and complaints with how her label’s been acting towards her and the pressure from the disney company to keep up a perfect image.  kami would be lying if she said she didn’t fall into a depression during this time.  she felt a bit trapped in a hole that had been dug for her and she was working to get out, but kept slipping back down.  
her mother and father were both there for her--she was living on her own at the time in los angeles but her mom was out here too and her dad called her practically every day--but they wanted kami to see if she could quit making music and focus on something else.  she had money from her previous and current work, she could make her way in anything she wanted.  they just wanted their daughter to be happier than she was and thought that maybe by dropping the lawsuit that could happen.  
but it wasn’t what kami wanted to do.  it wasn’t her dream.  she wanted music.  she didn’t care how she had to do it, she loved making music and bringing her music to people who needed to hear it.  
sure, she could go to college or find another job.  that wasn’t even what she had been thinking about.  but it wasn’t what she wanted.  music was all she could think about.  
finally, after struggling with her own creativity, kami said fuck the studio’s rights and decided she was releasing her music one way or another.  which is how her mixtapes came about.  
her first mixtape was released in 2012.  and then she started doing smaller shows.  no big concerts or anything, but small shows in order to get everything out there.  this was the first time kami had put out original content ( of her own, not a collab ) since 2007.  
this was also the first "album” that kami had nearly completely had a hand in writing herself.  she finally felt like she was letting her fans see who she was as an artist and not just as a performer.  
of course, during this time, kami is still in her legal battle.  her label’s going bankrupt, but they still technically own her voice and she wants it back.  but nothing’s happening.  and she just wants to scream out loud.  
this led to a lot of self doubt and depression and kami wondering if she wasn’t good enough to be on her own.  she fell into a spiral of doubt and stubborn thoughts and couldn’t bring herself out of it.  
it doesn’t help that kameron isn’t the most talkative person ever in the world because she thinks she can really handle everything on her own.  so while this is all weighing on her and causing mass amounts of stress and destructive thoughts, kami’s pretending like it’s all fine.  
she’s photographed laughing at parties and working on her music too.  nobody suspects that inside she’s dying and needs a release.  
she managed to release another mixtape and an ep of covers, too.  
release
finally, kami could breathe again.  the spring of 2015 brought her the courts decision.  it was ruled in kami’s favor that she could be released from the contract she’d signed years earlier.  and finally, she could look into making music of her own with a new label.  
kami’s response was a big fuck you to her label.  
instead of immediately coming out with new music that she’d been working tirelessly on, kami put that to the side and began a new project.  
her music wasn’t available online for her fans, and she had won the rights to the songs.  they were hers.  so she could do what she wanted to.  
kami spent the next two years in the studio working on rerecording her original two albums ( kami, 2005 & this time, 2007 ).  
of course, during this time she’s doing interviews and talking to her fans and she swears that she’s back for good and nothing will stop her.  
as well as working on remaking her albums--one of the big reasons it’s taking so long, other than kami being a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to her music--is that she’s also been cast in a show called undateable--which is a far leap from the disney channel stuff she’d been working on the past several years.  
kami’s loving this acting work because it feels authentic and most like what she would want to enjoy.  it’s a sitcom and it’s fun and she loves the cast.  
she’s also found a new label that will treat her like she deserves to be treated and won’t do something like that again.  she’s protected in her contracts, and she completely understands everything.  
the fall of 2017 kami rereleased the albums on streaming services and on itunes.  she didn’t expect anything of it, but suddenly the two albums were at the top of the itunes charts.  
“#kamiscomeback” was trending on twitter worldwide for two whole days.  
she was elated.  began doing interviews with her fans.  q&a videos on her youtube channel.  
kami did a couple of pop up appearances too.  she wanted to make sure everyone knew that even though she’d spent a lot of time rerecording old music, she did it for a reason.  she owned it, and she wanted the people who had worked hard on the songs with her to get what they deserved from it instead of the now defunct label that had kept her in the prison for so long.  
kameron was in a constant motion of making music in the studio and working on concerts.  she did a whole summer concert series in the summer of 2018.  she was working so hard.  
DEATH TRIGGER WARNING before going on the stage during one of her summer concert shows kami got a phone call from her mother.  normally she wouldn’t have answered this, but she felt it was important to do so.  her father died in a car accident.  
kami’s team was ready to pull her out of the show, pull her out.  but kami was insistent on performing.  
a video of kami breaking down during not one but two of her songs went semi viral.  it wasn’t until the next day that it was announced what had happened.  
focusing on now  
kami took a bit of a break, which she hated doing, because she’d just been on the longest music break of her life but she knew her mom and her people were right.  she needed time to grieve.  
kami moved away from los angeles and went back home to massachusetts for seven months.  
during this time kami was working on new songs and writing them.  but she needed time to breathe and focus on herself.  
it was in december of 2019 that kami released a new song off of her upcoming studio album, along with a music video just dropped with a link on her twitter.  “music. ( more coming in 2020 )” the video is a string of all old home videos of kami growing up and singing.  it’s raw and real, and was praised for how honest it felt.  
kami recently released another song off of her upcoming album, man.  it’s much more of an upbeat song and she released the music video the same day too.  
she was also recently in a netflix christmas show, “merry happy whatever” which she starred in alongside her on screen boyfriend from undateable.  
fun facts
kami is allergic to strawberries, which she found out at the age of four.
was never particularly close with either of her parents, but she spent more time with her mother growing up.  she wished they were closer and friendlier, but there was a lot of underlying resentment.  
kami has a dog named sodapop.  has a cat named bender.  
she’s had a couple of different hair colors over the year, but it was always different for her different phases.  during her bad battle with her label her hair was jet black.  
loves crime shows.  always wanted to be on criminal minds, but she has done shows like hawaii five-o & lethal weapon.  
was a contestant on “kids say the darndest things” when she was five.
rides a motorcycle, but also doesn’t ride hers too often.  
loves to watch makeup tutorials for fun.
makes fun of herself constantly.  in fact, she released a song about some hate tweets she got for shits and giggles not too long ago ( kameron )
has one a couple of awards, but won her first grammy at this past grammy awards for say so.  
loves 80s and 90s movies.  
collects paintings from street artists everywhere she goes.  she’s got a whole room filled of them at her house.
turned her house’s guest apartment into a full fledged recording studio.  
it’s a joke that now she’ll only work with people she’s previously worked with in her acting--which all got started because the reason she was cast in merry happy whatever is that her old co-star had sent in a video of them in his b-roll and the casting director loved their chemistry.  
she has a couple of tattoos that i might do a whole thing on, but she’s definitely got more than one or two. 
wanted connections  
open connections can be found in her plots post! 
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Psycho Ex gets my egoless revenge with a side of heavy-duty karma.
The following story occurred over the course of 13-8 years ago, and I apologize preemptively for the length, because it is a bit involved.
I was in a relationship for 9 years with a girl I met in college. We broke up on the cusp of my 29th birthday. While breakups and divorce are never trauma-free, this one was as close to that as I believe is humanly possible to get, there were no fights and minimal drama, and I moved to a new city to get a fresh start and be nearer my dad/stepmom/half sisters, as I'm close to them and it was nice to have family during this. Get an apartment, start over, everything's good. Then I meet "her."
Things with her seemed good at first. She was the polar opposite of my ex. She's quiet yet nice, had her life relatively together (my first wife was very unfocused and horrible with money), physically a complete contrast, wild in the bedroom--I thought I had hit the jackpot.
Anyhoo, I fall for her hard. We have a whirlwind romance, move in shortly, and we have this glamorous life where we make good money (she was a corporate accountant, I had a decent small business, we're pulling in 150K+ combined), renting a luxury apartment, one car paid and the other brand new, no kids. Things are great, except that we drink too much together and some other underlying issues I'm blind to at the time. We get soused one night and drive to Vegas, and get married on the strip after 6 months of dating and 9 of knowing each other. The ink is barely dry on my divorce papers from version 1.0, but no matter, I'm in love. My family likes her overall. Her family loves me. We adopt cats. We talk about trying to have a kid.
We upgrade our life and take on more debt, just as the housing bubble bursts and the economy tanks, she loses a couple jobs due to her inability to show up on Mondays, and I start losing clients as the ones I have start cutting their advertising budget (my field). Things start to get pinched, and she first starts complaining, then gets petulant, because now we can't spend the way we used to, the quarterly mini-vacations dry up, plus we're cooking at home instead of going out to eat 4x a week. We basically stop having sex a little more than a year into the relationship (didn't realize it then, because I was dumb and love-blind, but she cheated on me during this period).seRealizing what we're up against with our normal bills plus our credit cards, I go out and get a job bartending at a posh resort, the only other real skill I have at the time that's marketable. I get two other part time gigs to help make ends meet. She still complains, and throws me an ultimatum before I even start getting paychecks, laying the blame at my feet. I say fine, screw this then. Had we stuck it out even a few more months, things would have started to turn a financial corner. Instead, she goes full two-faced, mean-spirited bitch on me. The night we first fight, she "attempts suicide" by scratching her wrist with a leatherman, then calls 911, gets admitted to the hospital (I arrive home to cops telling me this), and has the security guard toss me when I show up to see if she's okay because she doesn't want to talk to me. I use the quotes because there was a small collection of firearms nearby I bought for her target shooting hobby which were untouched, so it was obviously just a ploy for attention.
We basically fight for the next week, I give her everything she wants, which includes leaving the house, signing over my new truck to her, and only taking stuff I brought into the relationship, basically enough to fill a small storage space. She's financially pinched so I sell my office furniture for cash and don't even touch the bank account, just take my biz money and one CC I got separate from her. I go to the Bay Area for a few months, financially struggle, don't get the job I was sure was on lock. During this time, I have this revelation one evening--I drink too much and that it's caused a load of problems in my life, so I quit, and I haven't touched a drop since.
Broke and realizing nothing I try is working, I come back to town, live with my dad for a month, find a roommate, then a shit retail job (my business has dropped from 7-8K per month at its height to now around 500/mo), I bike everywhere bc I can't afford a car, and my credit is toast partially due to her love of spending on plastic, so I'm facing bankruptcy. I'm 31, and this is really humbling, but whatever, I'm alive, have dealt with hardship before, this won't last forever. She has kept her house, declared personal BK on her debts, keeps her car, and has been dating a series of men starting a couple weeks after we split. While I never asked the details, apparently she's also reached out to a few of my friends and badmouthed me a bit. This would be mildly annoying, but add in two factors--she's dragging her feet on the divorce due to not having money to file, keeps up contact on the pretense of us needing to talk, but plays emotionally manipulative head games during the whole sequence ("I've realized I still love you, that's why you can make me cry so easily," and other bullshit Hallmark movie lines like this). Also, we live in a suburb that's smaller and tightly knit, so multiple places I go to like my church, the bookstore I frequent, and the coffee shop right by my place, she talks endless shit to people. Says I was a cheater and physically/emotionally abusive (complete crap, but whatever), I'm stalking her, I supposedly stole tens of thousands of dollars from her, the whole nine. Some people actually believe her, I even get threatened by a wannabe biker one night that's literally twice my age with violence, itself a funny story but not the point.
Finally, after some more bullshit and back and forth, she leaves town (more falsehoods around this, including her borrowing a bit of money she didn't end up paying back, and sticking me with a massive overage on our cell bill right before we split the account). My dumb, trusting heart hurts but I'm mostly relieved to see the last of her, realizing she's only nice to me when she wants something. She goes to NY to shack up with another guy, gets pregnant 15 minutes later. Finally sends me divorce paperwork. I sign it and send back quickly, all notarized docs, everything organized and flagged. She attempts to be "friends" and I want no part of this BS. I'm businesslike, she gets upset. She screws up filing, blames me. I say "whatever," straighten out the court issues. One week after the divorce is finalized, the kid is born. No word from her after that for two years, thank god. I get a new career, start advancing in it, and start dating a new woman that I'm still with 10 years later. Weirdly enough, they knew each other, and she didn't like her, partially because one of my ex's infidelity partners was her ex-husband, during a time they were exploring patching things up for the kids' sake (though there were multiple reasons for her distrust, apparently she always gave my wife an icky intuitive feeling).
So flash forward two years. I get a call from my current squeeze. She's just talked to a friend who was also a very brief roomie of "her" after our split. She's breaking up with the baby daddy. There's a custody fight. He's saying he doesn't know if it's his. Will I help her? Well, it's the right thing to do, so even though I don't trust or particularly like her, I say yes. I get the call, and a sob story. Most of it doesn't add up--he took the kid, but thinks it's actually mine, to prove paternity I'd need to come to NY and take a paternity test at one of their facilities, also he hit her, put a GPS tracker on her car, brother is a Russian mobster who threatened her, all very far-fetched. Needless to say, even without this fanciful tale, I generally assume if this woman is talking, it's a lie, so I'm suspicious. Her lawyer calls me, and seems like a clueless shmuck. I get a letter from him, very unprofessional and not even on a letterhead (every other legal doc I've seen has "from the law offices of blah blah" on it, but this is literally just off a laser printer), and says, verbatim "I, M___ K___, am the ex-husband of J___ K___, and was married to her from 6/07-8/09. I have no legal interest in the child." Super shady.
Not wanting to end up in a situation where I've allowed myself to be legally fucked over, I make my own lawyer consultation appointment. Before I can even go, the baby daddy finds me on Facebook and sends me a message. Between calls with him, his lawyer, and the impartial lawyer NY state appoints for the child's welfare, I get a very different story. He knows it's his, he had a paternity test done on the sly at birth because she had been promiscuous before they got together, and she was pregnant so quickly he was concerned. They broke up because she was drinking too much, he busted her with a bottle of vodka as she was driving with the kid in the car. She stood up in court, claimed I was actually the father, and she had no idea where to find me (he found me in 10 seconds online, I'm a tech guy with massive social media presence, a tech blog, multiple writing credits on publications, my frigging name as a domain, plus I've had the same cell phone number for 14 years). Also the other BS was just that, he's an IT guy for a university and his brother works for a carpet cleaning chain, plus just like in our relationship, he never hit or stalked her, etc.
So she, not knowing what I know, starts sending me text messages. I say "Filled out and on its way back to your lawyer," and toss it in the trash. I'm so tempted to send her some poetic message about how the truth is coming back to haunt her, but I resist, because I'm not doing this for her, but rather for the sake of their son and his father, so let's keep my ego out of it. I provide legal statements to all in the court. Tell them I know it's not possibly mine because I hadn't been with her since April 15 of '08, kid's birthday is in Sept of '09 (I remember the date because, due to taxes, I got fucked twice that day). Explain when she was in NY, which is the likely dates of conception, prove I was thousands of miles away on the west coast. Tell them to look through her social media, where she meticulously tagged herself and took tons of pictures of even their mundane locations. Provide a blood sample to a local lab. Tell them salacious details about her drinking and occasional drug use, including her abused prescriptions and a previous hospitalization where she was held for psych eval due to taking way too many pills.
Court comes, and she gets blindsided. Stack of depositions and a collection of statements from me were what sealed the deal, apparently, and the incredibly stupid game she was running is fully exposed. Gets no custody, no support, supervised visitation once a week. I run into her ex-roomie, upset, but instead of giving her attitude, I just calmly tell her the scam J__ was running, then let her "pull out of me" the truth about our split. She's flabbergasted, but also a horrible gossip, so it gets around town like wildfire. People I barely know, including the aforementioned biker, all come up to me and apologize for misjudging me. I'm years past the stage of having any morbid curiosity to check her social media, but every few months she pops up as a "suggested friend," and I notice bemusedly the number of mutual friends plummets from triple digits to eventually 3. Baby's father sends me a massive Amex gift card for Christmas, as much as I make in a week at the time. I call and tell him I don't know if I can accept it, I don't want him or anyone to think I did this for a reward. He virtually begs, saying "you helped save my family. This is nothing in comparison. Thank you." We break down crying on the phone, and eventually form an odd, distant friendship based on mutual respect for each other. I even had dinner with him a couple times when I had to go to NY for biz over the years, and I always buy, because the poor guy has done enough and gone through enough having to coparent with this train wreck.
To this day, she's apparently struggling to stay sober (alcohol and other substances), and has minimal involvement in her child's life due to her inability to show up when expected. Baby daddy tells me she's been in legal trouble, financial issues up the ass, and a string of boyfriends that never last more than a few months. I'm doing well, got married again three years ago, raised step-children, am reasonably financially successful, and rather like my life. Granted, a large part of this story is just karma in action, but I feel like I did the right thing, wasn't petty, and what I did do hit her where it hurts.
TL;DR: Ex-wife fucks my life, destroys me financially, tries to trash my reputation, then tries to use me as a scheme in her custody battle years later. I talk to the court directly, work with the baby daddy's lawyers, and get her exposed for the psycho, lying wench she is. She loses custody, struggles, and the good people live mostly happily ever after.
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Tagged by the sweet sweet @shawn-and-aiden-frost-9 thank you dear❀
Nickname: Nene! I’m Nene everywhere, even in real life, because my brother started calling me that when he was little and it’s usually the nick for the name Irene
Height: *deep sigh* 1.56cm yeah I am 22 and very smol, yeah, they usually think I’m 14 and I know I should be happy but IM NOT WHEN I WANT TO WATCH UNDERAGE MOVIES AND THE ASK IF I’M ABOVE 14!!
Time: 01:20
Favourite song/band: gosh mmhh well one song that is forever in my fave list is “Amsterdam” by Imagine Dragons and rn I love the MĂ„neskin, go check them out they’re italian but sing in english too and DAMN THEY’RE GOOD! But my fave artist EVER is Adam Lambert❀
Song stuck in my head: “Royal Doulton Music Hall” from Mary Poppins Returns. That movie was sssso good and the songs were amazing and so damn catchy yo! Plus “Zero” by Imagine Dragons from the new Wreck It Ralph movie!
Last movie I watched: well when I started this test it was SPIDERMAN INTO THE SPIDERVERSE! (GO. WATCH IT. NOW. A masterpiece of animation, a diverse cast, a really good plot and awesome characters! Gogogo) but rn is the new Wreck It Ralph which is also super amazing with a RAD DESIGN AND REALLY DELICATE THEMES TREATED FUCKING WELL CHECK THAT OUT TOO MAN!
Last thing I googled: “blue screen of death 85” because I needed THAT as a reaction gif LMAO
Other blogs: ugh I have so many but I’m gonna tag my ask blogs @asktheb4andafuro @askinazumastuckanddigizuma  and my aesthetic one @extranaestheticinjection (pls go check that one out if you want/have timeđŸ™đŸ»đŸ’•)
Do I get asks: mmmhh yeah I have some affectionate but only when I do an “ask thingy” I don’t really get asks outside of it and it’s a bit of a bummer because I LOVE to talk!
Why did I choose this url: because, as I mentioned before, I love to talk and I wanted a blog to do that but everything would’ve been about Inazuma. Therefore Inazuma (theme) + focus (as in “a focus only on Inazuma). Plus a funny thing: my bro runs a secondary blog about a video game and its called @fablefocus  so I just went and said “yo what if I made a focus blog just like you!” But I’m not serious like her, I love to create memes and shitposts and those are a focus on Inazuma as well ahahaha
Following: ...58. Look I’m kinda picky but I love everyone really
Dream trips: Japan, Oregon (and other places in America as well) and Cornwall but I really just want to travel ALLLL over the world, it’s my big dream
Favourite food: everything that has fish in it. Gods do I love fish mmmm- plus donuts!!
Instruments: uuhh kinda did piano when I was a kid but never stuck to it đŸ€·đŸ»â€â™€ïž so none
Hair colour: original was a dark blonde(?) but I dye it black bc I love it
Languages: italian and english!
Most iconic songs: mh for me? This is kinda dumb but the one song that really always makes me sing and dance is the Digimon Adventure Opening, the italian one ahahah, it will forever be part of me since it’s mu childhood
Random fact: I tend to get more depressed during winter, that’s why I don’t fancy those cold cold months...
Zodiac: Virgo (but I have so few things in common with my Sun ugh, I feel much more alike to my Moon in Scorpio)
Nationality: Iiiitaaaaliiiaaaannnnn, from Rome to be even more specific~
Favourite fruit: apricot and melon, gotta love those sweet summer delights
Seasons: SUMMER FOR THE REASON UNDER “random fact” also then I can wear shorts and CROP TOPS ARE MY L I F E plus vacation and the sea and summer nights and HHHHHH I LOVE
Scent: rain, any body of water, the air before and after the rain, delicate vanilla, delicate cinnamon, books (they really have to be mild scents or my nose will die! I can’t even pass by the detergents’ sector at the supermarket or entering a Home Decore shop and Lush is just an agony when I need a bathbomb ;u;)
Colour: black, purple, used blue jeans(?), ALL THE PASTELS, ALL OF ‘EM, but also neon lime and neon fucsia bc I’m a walking paradox
Animal: uuhm dogs and really all the animals? But not insects. Never the bugs. Only bumble bees are cute.
Coffee, tea or hot cocoa: ehm none- I don’t really drink many stuff, just water, coke and some fruit juice heh
Average hours of sleep: ...five at best? Six at times, eight/ten only on vacations- listen I have a fucked up sleep schedule
Favourite fictional characters: AAAAAAAAAAAA SO MANY!! Kidou Yuuto, Fudou Akio, Kaemaru Ichirouta and Afuro Terumi from Inazuma Eleven; Agon, Rui, Jumonji and Hiruma from Eyeshield21; Nabiki Tendo from Ranma 1/2; Nico di Angelo and Reina from Percy Jackson; Monoma Neito and Iida Tenya from BNHA; Yamato, Sora, Taichi and Ken from Digimon AAAAA LETS STOP I LOVE AND ADOPT TOO MANY KIDS I DONT WANT TO CHOOSE
Year in which this blog was created: few months ago tbh, 2018 :’)
Hogwarts house: Slytherin, the real kind not the stereotype thank you very much. I’m kind and friendly but sneaky as well and I’d kill for my friends FUCK STEREOTYPES
Favourite artists: uuhhhh too many tbh, just gonna tag some I’m friends with hejdkdkwlsk bc I don’t wanna annoy anybody @reaversgloriousmanbutt-art @ygreczed @zibiremu-ert @xxlovelyrose95xxartbook PLUS I LOVE VAN GOGH AND BOLDINI
aaand taaggiiing @reaversgloriousmanbutt @zibiremu @miyabinopenguin @midorikawawas @funips @des-det-fo if yall want ofc <3
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buckysknifecollection · 5 years
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50 questions tag
i was tagged by @chiquititae <3
1. What takes up too much of your time? this damn site and also daydreaming
2. What makes your day better? dumb memes
3. What’s the best thing to happen to you today? uhhhh i had a really good sandwish for lunch? spicy chicken
4. What fictional place would you like to go to? i would love to go to Wakanda, Asgard and the world of Harry Potter
5. Are you good at giving advice? yes but i never follow my own advice so there's That
6. Do you have any mental illness? apart from the basic depression+mild anxiety package, no i don't think so
7. Have you ever experienced sleep paralysis? i don't recall but i used to have a lot of issues with insomnia when i was younger
8. What musician inspired you the most? as cheesy as it it, BTS. their message is just so inspiring and heart-warming and they just make me smile and when i'm stressed i sleep a lot better when i play their music bcs my brain just registers it as something soothing and i will forever be grateful for this group. also they seem like genuinely good people despite being fucking DUMB
9. Have you ever fallen in love? yes and that was a mistake
10. What’s your dream date? idk i stopped thinking about stuff like this a long time ago. sad, i know.
11. What do others notice about you?
that i have a weird sense of humor? and i don't like natural hair colours?
12. What is an annoying habit you have? when i'm in a Mood, i tend to snap at people and i'm irritable af but i always refuse to people it's because i'm in a Mood and that's because a lot of people don't understand what a Mood is
13. Do you still talk to your first love? my first true love broke my heart to tiny pieces so no
14. How many exes do you have? let's just say 1 and a half because it's complicated
15. How many songs are in your playlist? i have like 10 different playlists and they all have between 20 and 100 songs
16. What instruments can you play? none
17. What do you have the most pictures of? idk stuff from my travels usually. now i have some marvel memes to communicate with fellow fans but ya i don't really save many pics nowadays
18. Where would you like to go before you die? anywhere outside of europe bcs i've never left europe. but also i wanna see all of europe? i wanna go everywhere.
19. What is your zodiac? libra
20. Do you relate to it? usually yes
21. What is happiness to you? a purring cat in my lap. which i don't have anymore and i miss.
22. Are you going through anything right now? nah, just a marvel hyperfixation, all is Well
23. What’s the worst decision you ever made? trusting some people :)
24. What’s your favorite store? kpoptown and etsy tbh. i also really like Asda for some reason
25. What’s your opinion on abortion? it should be 1000% legal and not a taboo
26. Do you keep a bucket list? i used to when i was a kid
27. Do you have a favorite album? WINGS (2016) BY BTS
28. What do you want for your birthday? i just wanna get drunk in peace tbh
29. What are most people’s first impression of you? that i'm shy?
30. What age do you seem according to most people? everyone always thinks i'm at least 5 years older than i am and i don't know how i feel about that
31. Where do you keep your phone while you’re sleeping? on my night stand, about 20cm from my head
32. What word do you say the most? i.......swear a lot.
33. What’s the oldest age you would date? idk probably like up to 5-ish years above my age? i can't imagine connecting with someone older than that
34. What’s the youngest age you would date? everyone younger than me is a baby in my head
35. What job/career do most people say would suit you? everyone think i should be a translator or a diplomat but i don't wanna deal with that
36. What’s your favorite music genre? i still love kpop, i am coming back to alt rock and rock a bit
37. If you could live in any country in the world, where would it be? either germany or greece. i loved living there and i would move back in a blink of an eye if i could
38. What is your current favorite song? kodaline - brother .....................................bcs i miss loki :v
39. How long have you had this blog for? idk like two years? i remade not long ago
40. What are you excited for? i have a lot of cool event happening this month and i am very excited about them and i will not shut up about it
41. Are you a better talker or listener? normally i'm a listener but these days i'm so wraped up in my own thoughts, i don't even listen to people
42. What is the last productive thing you did? i.... went to work this morning?
43. What do you want for christmas? some peace and quiet tbh
44. What class do you get the best grades in? i'm not in school anymore obviously, but my best subject used to be english, modern lit. i liked art classes and in highschool i loved religion classes bcs they were actually interesting 
45. On a scale of 1-10, how are you feeling right now? i'd say a strong 6?
46. What can you see yourself doing in ten years? hopefully i will have my own flat, at least one cat and i won't hate my life
47. When did you get your first heartbreak? when i was like? 17-ish?
48. What age do you want to get married? listen. will i ever even be in a relationship again? who cares.
49. What career did you want to have as a child? i really wanted to be a vet and tbh i still regret not pursuing it
50. What do you crave right now? i've been wanting a new tattoo for a while but i don't know what i want
i shall tag @hamkis @tonystarkbi bcs i love them both and i’m a nosy bitch
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littlelovelymemes · 7 years
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‘  plot twist: you let someone in and they don’t fuck you over Â ïżœïżœ ‘  you would not believe bill nye... if ten million Science Guys  ’ ‘  the lack of cuddling i am experiencing right now is upsetting  ’ ‘  why was shrek’s soundtrack so incredible like who sat down and decided that a movie about an ogre would have a beautiful rufus wainwright ballad followed by a smash mouth/eddie murphy cover of i’m a believer and how can i thank them  ’ ‘  i justify my impulses by the fact i’m going to be dead one day and none of it truly matters in the grant scheme of things it’s that “treat yo self” nihilism  ’ ‘  all i do is listen to music really loudly while i walk in circles and daydream :/  ’ ‘  but you are an entire universe and i am a bigger cooler universe where everyone skateboards  ’ ‘  my insecurities have destroyed so many opportunities   ’ ‘  maybe you and i exist together on a different wavelength than the rest of the world. perhaps, we are on a separate frequency.  ’ ‘  will u still love me when im no longer young and ok looking  ’ ‘ Â Êžá”‰á”ƒÊ°á¶œá”ƒâż ᎔ ᔍᔉᔗ ᔘʰʰʰʰʰʰ some fuckin physical affection  ’ ‘  stop thinking about everything so much, you’re breaking your own heart.  ’ ‘  concept: me traveling the world alone, figuring myself out, taking tons of cute aesthetic pictures, befriending kind strangers, drinking a cup of tea on a cute cafeteria, and trying out things for the first time.  ’ ‘  holy shit thank god vine is gone like can you imagine all the vines about fidget spinners  ’ ‘  me: reads the bad reviews of a book i didn’t like to seek validation  ’ ‘  if you think you’ve hit rock bottom, just remember that my bank once froze my accounts because I bought a healthy ready meal at my local supermarket and they classed it an “uncharacteristic purchase”  ’ ‘  i’m a dumbass and that’s just how it is  ’ ‘  y'all actually seek validation from people that don’t give a fuck about ur feelings??? LMAO bitch me too why are we like this  ’ ‘  special thanks to all the 10 year olds out there for making all those music lyric videos on youtube  ’ ‘  i am so gentle and kind hearted... and stupid  ’ ‘  there she goes again being over dramatic and by she i mean me  ’ ‘  just letting everyone who’s ever told me a secret know that its safe with me (and my mom)  ’ ‘  me n my eyebrows



we been thru a lot  ’ ‘  i wanna jump off a building and not die just relieve stress by slamming onto the sidewalk and then get up and go get a slurpee or something  ’ ‘  all I want is vintage lingerie and good skin  ’ ‘  nsfw: nobody’s safe from wonderwall  ’ ‘  do you ever wish you could unmeet someone
. like,, we had fun times,, but it’s time for me to wipe my memory Sorry Bud  ’ ‘  date a boy who reads. or better yet date a 37 year old recent divorcee with a highly diversified stock portfolio who’s looking to feel young again and can treat you to what you deserve  ’ ‘  if you knew me in 7th grade i’m sorry  ’ ‘  *cha cha’s real smooth away from academic responsibilities*  ’ ‘  anyone else feel like they’re inherently worth less than everyone else  ’ ‘  be open with your love and loud with your laughter. life is so much brighter when lived genuinely.  ’ ‘  i really wish i could get a refund for all the love i’ve wasted on people like! repay my emotional labour your bill is in the mail  ’ ‘  i’m such a tease. i’ll tell you how bad I want to fuck you and then probably fall asleep.  ’ ‘  i’m crying my best  ’ ‘  i want to be known as someone who’s full of love and radiates light  ’ ‘  i’m in philosophy and were talking about how you can doubt everything’s existence except for your own consciousness and the guy that sits in front of me just turns around tears streaming down his face and goes “i am on so many drugs”  ’ ‘  how fucked up would it be if an astronaut was coming back to earth and everybody hid for a bit  ’ ‘  some kid just skateboarded down my street crying  ’ ‘  do you ever get in an “i don’t know” phase in your life. where you literally don’t have a solid answer to anything. you. just. don’t. know.  ’ ‘  which of the three pillars of modern music is your favourite, burnin’ up by the jonas brothers, beautiful soul by jesse mccartney or lucky by britney spears  ’ ‘  i guess at this point i should just consider dating myself  ’ ‘  there is no doubt in my mind i’m really that bitch  ’ ‘  after you hit 21, you start forgetting your age cause ain’t nothing else to look forward to, besides sweet death.  ’ ‘  why am i not currently in the italian countryside with a fruit plate wearing a light linen dress? unacceptable  ’ ‘  hands are weird because one of them can do absolutely everything without a problem and the other one can’t even hold a spoon  ’ ‘  remember to drink a fucking shit ton of water every miserable day of ur life  ’ ‘  is he


you know

.*makes football throwing motion*
.straight?  ’ ‘  mATH, deATH -- wake up america  ’ ‘  does anyone else have a resting bitch faceℱ, but kinda enjoys looking intimidating  ’ ‘  time flies when u take a 2hr depression nap in the middle of the day  ’ ‘  roses are red, i’m going to bed  ’ ‘  u know when ur hairs greasy and it makes u feel so so so bad about urself. and ur entire life. everything is awful bc my hair is greasy  ’ ‘  i’m just so glad the word “ugh” was invented  ’ ‘  just another day of loving with all my heart and believing in the universe  ’ ‘  you know when dogs sit outside with their face turned towards the sun and their eyes closed and they look so relaxed and when you pet them they’re warm? that’s how I want to feel always  ’ ‘  come into bed and listen to the rain with me  ’ ‘  people are so petty and then here i am, me, an angel,   ’ ‘  can someone please be proud of me like fuck i’m trying  ’ ‘  concept: a really nice Italian restaurant but it’s spelled “spagooter” on the menu and the waiters won’t take your order unless you pronounce it like that  ’ ‘  just found out neanderthal passed on the dna for depression and now we know why they stayed in caves and painted horses all fuckin day   ’ ‘  i want kids but i’m scared they’ll blame me if they’re ugly  ’ ‘  does anyone have any tips for not thinking about it  ’ ‘  “what’s a queen without her king?” well, historically, better  ’ ‘  i want something that doesn’t taste like alcohol but has a lot of alcohol in it  ’ ‘  my kink is getting some fuckin sleep  ’ ‘  i’m alive out of spite  ’ ‘  not to vent but: fuck  ’ ‘  i think i accidentally break my own heart a lot  ’ ‘  can’t wait to be balls deep in love  ’ ‘  why are there so many days?? i feel like we just had a whole day yesterday
 they don’t stop  ’ ‘  i walked in on my 4 year old nephew sitting alone on his bed eating grapes in the dark and i didn’t even get a chance to say anything before he said “i don’t have answers”  ’ ‘  *adjusts my tinfoil hat* y’all are crazy  ’ ‘  do raccoons have people hands or do we have raccoon hands?  ’ ‘  mark your territory by crying on things  ’ ‘  any size titty is lit  ’ ‘  love lemon trees! i too am bitter but growing  ’ ‘  my only constant is the black hair tie around my wrist. no mans gonna be there for me like this hair tie has. no ones presence is gonna be as reassuring  ’ ‘  me???? tired???? sleepy??? yes constantly  ’ ‘  the box says “four servings” but my heart says one  ’ ‘  the lengths i would go to to both get attention and avoid it
.astounding  ’ ‘  i hope everybody is doing their best even tho we’re all doomed  ’ ‘  young adult things: washing your colors with your whites because you don’t care you JUST don’t fucking care  ’ ‘  I just want to help out all the people with no money but i am people with no money  ’ ‘  bricks are just domesticated rocks  ’ ‘  being nice is so easy just do it  ’ ‘  lets start wearing cloaks and swords again. its time  ’ ‘  classes are like a high level dora the explorer episode. person up front asks a question, stares at you blankly for a few seconds, and then answers their own question.  ’ ‘  the average orgasm is 7 seconds. keeping a feral hog in your basement lasts for 5-16 years depending on your ability to care for it. the decision should be clear  ’ ‘  will i ever have my shit together  ’ ‘  i live in a time where a major selling point for food is that it uses “real” ingredients.  ’ ‘  “what the fuck” is an emotion now and its the only one i have  ’ ‘  it’s not a real party until you sneak away to the bathroom to question your existence as you stare at yourself in the mirror haha  ’ ‘  every hard day you make it through makes you one day closer to stranger things season 2  ’ ‘  assert your dominance by calling your friends by their student i.d. number  ’ ‘  i feel like each year has progressively gotten worse since the year of luigi ended  ’ ‘  um that’s u’re* not ur  ’ ‘  i wanna be a villain so I can just saunter everywhere. the heroes are always sprinting, always running. you ever seen darth vader run? hell no. and I ain’t about to either.  ’ ‘  i have nothing to say but will i shut up? No  ’ ‘  i cannot believe another week is like beginning we just finished one  ’
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7aiguanlin · 7 years
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florist!au jinyoung.
disclaimer: my friend and i made this a year ago under a read more because this is so long
your brother (kang dongho) owns a tattoo shop across the street from jinyoung’s flower shop and you work there too, you two live on the second floor of the tattoo shop and it’s great living w your brother
while your tattoo shop is run by you and your brother, jinyoung applied at the flower shop with his best friend daehwi for extra money
both jinyoung and daehwi have been intimidated by you and your brother for the longest time because once they saw you and your brother deadass just boot out an overly rowdy and rude group of drunk men from your tattoo shop
meanwhile jinyoung stutters every time he has to handle an order or a request, whether it’s directly or on the phone
but jinyoung’s also intimidated by you because you exude confidence and you’re just really pretty, like how could he not be
the most expressive facial expression jinyoung has seen from you is you glaring at dongho whenever dongho teases you
he stutters every time he says your name and daehwi’s like “mmm”
whereas daehwi is more terrified of dongho, jinyoung’s more terrified of you because at least he’s seen dongho laugh but you???? no you’re either tattooing some guy who’s at least three years older than you or glaring at your brother (playfully, but he doesn’t know that)
so anyway you have a boyfriend
at least you did until his sorry ass cheated on you
you had to physically stop dongho from whooping your ex boyfriend’s sorry ass
but right after you stop dongho from storming your boyfriend’s house you storm into the florist shop
daehwi screams and drops the bouquet he’s arranging 
(rip flowers, i’m sorry you had to be sacrificed for this scenario)
and jinyoung literally drops the cash and coins he’s sorting into cash register and the coins scatter everywhere
you just slam a twenty dollar bill on the counter
“how do i say ‘fuck you’ in flower language”
“weLL JINYOUNG LOOKS LIKE YOUR SPECIALTY I NEED TO GET BACK TO THE BOUQUET I DROPPED”
it’s more daehwi’s specialty since jinyoung usually handles the register and filters the requests through to daehwi but daehwi’s terrified and he shoves the dibs onto jinyoung quicker than jinyoung does to him
(then dongho follows you in, still heated about your boyfriend cheating on you and cracking his knuckles with a vein popping out of his neck and daehwi runs into the back room instead)
“d-dAEHWI????” jinyoung stammers out in utter nervousness
you’re clicking your nails against the counter, slightly impatient as you tap your foot because you just want to slap a ‘fuck you’ bouquet in your soon-to-be ex’s face
“u-u-uhm, l-let me g-get that f-for you” jinyoung scurries off to start arranging the most malicious bouquet he’s ever arranged
dongho: i think you scared the poor boy to death
you: oh shove it the blonde one literally dashed at the sight of you
dongho: *wistful sigh* oh, kids
you: they’re my age–
dongho: i wasn’t excluding you lmao
jinyoung hands you the bouquet with shaking hands and you’re pretty endeared but still in a rush to bitch slap your ex with the bouquet so you quickly thank him and zoom out of there without taking your change
dongho kinda just sighs apologetically and tells jinyoung to keep the change before chasing you so he can record the fiasco
daehwi peeks his head out of the backroom: are they gone
jinyoung, whispering and slightly dazed: yes
daehwi kinda just looks off after you: she’s something
jinyoung: sh-she’s pretty
daehwi: ... what did u say
jinyoung: n-n-nothING THE PHONE IS RINGING I GTG
the next day when you’ve calmed down, you stride into the flower shop again, this time to apologize for... basically scaring the wits out of them like you had no idea you had such effects 
jinyoung happens to be off shift today so daehwi takes the reigns
daehwi: you could apologize to jinyoung through text! i can give u his number
needless to say jinyoung doesn’t know whether to strangle or thank daehwi when he receives a text from you
“hey, i’m really sorry about yesterday! i didn’t mean to freak you guys out, i promise i’m not that scary, aaa”
he stares at the preview for a really long time before mustering the courage to reply, “it’s okay! don’t worry about it”
you guys end up texting and you tell him about all the horrible tattoos you’ve given people in all the worst areas 
and he just listens and sends the occasional grossed out emoji until you ask him to tell you more about him
at first it’s just the basics– school, family, interests– but he eventually ends up telling you about that one time daehwi plucked rose petals and scattered them around the shop and just strutted like it was a fashion runway with the fan blowing in his face
the next day jinyoung is sneaking peeks at his phone on the shift and softly smiling and daehwi deadpans at jinyoung and goes “i gave her ur number so she could apologize not for u to slack on the job”
in reality daehwi supports this 100% he loves seeing his best friend smile because it’s so cute but so rare
you and jinyoung continue to get to know each other and jinyoung realizes that you’re actually really laid back and you have a soft spot for the softest things....... quite the paradox given your exterior
sometimes during your break you head to the florist shop to hang out with jinyoung and daehwi 
dongho’s really proud that you finally have friends your age rather than you exposing all of his shit to aron whenever he gets his tattoos done or to minhyun, jonghyun, and minki whenever you get the chance
jinyoung arranges bouquets for the tattoo shop to add some color to the minimalistic black and white aesthetic the shop has going on
so one day instead of the usual multicolored bouquets jinyoung has for you, there’s a vase of red roses waiting
dongho, wiggling his eyebrows: well those definitely aren’t for me
later on you pay a visit to the flower shop and you pluck a blue peony from the bouquet of blue peonies before making your way to the counter
daehwi: did she just–
jinyoung: dude literally shut up
you stroll up to the counter and you look at daehwi and daehwi’s like ^ _______ ^ as he leaves you two alone (not really he just hides behind a flower arrangement)
you: i don’t know what flowers mean but i know what red roses mean and i remember your favorite flower is the blue peony so here
daehwi, whispering very loudly: the blue peony means good fortune and a happy marriage
you: th-that’s not what i meant
daehwi: little do you know, a good ten years from now–
jinyoung’s face literally resembles a red lollipop (bc his face is as small and red as one) as he stammers at daehwi for him to shut up and daehwi takes a picture and uses the “it’s getting harder to spot the difference” meme on jinyoung ALL THE TIME
anyway now the bouquets jinyoung makes for the tattoo shop always have a meaning for you and he writes down the meanings of each flower in each bouquet very carefully on a card
one time daehwi wins a dare and jinyoung has to get a surprise tattoo from you
you were sweet enough to simply tattoo and small blue peony on the back of his right shoulder
daehwi wanted you to prank jinyoung and give him a temporary one month tattoo of your face on his bicep but even you were mortified by that idea
jinyoung sighs in relief when he sees the tattoo
daehwi: i get it you wanna get married 
dongho: what is this i hear about marriage mY LITTLE SISTER IS SEVENTEEN
daehwi: eEK I GTG
one day dongho shows jinyoung the video he recorded of you bitch slapping you ex with the bouquet
“remind me neverto make her mad”
dongho: :-) she’s not the only one you have to worry about if you make her mad
also you’re baejin’s number one hypewoman now like you cheer him on for everything and it’s gotten to the point where he doesn’t stutter when he takes phone calls 
your next goal is to make it so that he doesn’t stutter during face-to-face orders
anyway sunflowers have nothing on bae jinyoung’s smile so u really better keep that smile on that boy’s face now that u’ve got him
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katranga · 7 years
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Disclaimer: Fic is just for fun. Nobody on ao3, or tumblr, or wherever, is expecting perfection. Most of these tips are gonna take a little extra time and effort to implement, and if you don’t feel like doing that, because you just wanna post the darn thing? Go for it! I’m not here to tell you what to do, and I’m certainly not saying that your writing is bad if you don’t follow these tips. These are just suggestions that will hopefully help you improve your work, if that’s what you’re after.
Intro: Why Revise?
To kick things off, I’d like to go over the importance of revision!! This is more of a general writing tip, but it’s a great starting point, because I DON’T want you to be thinking about most of my future tips while you’re writing the first draft. 
I want you to get. those. words. on. the. page! That’s all you should be worried about when you’ve got a blank page staring you in the face. 
There’s so much pressure to get writing right the first time, but I’m here to tell you that’s pretty much impossible. So, pressure’s off! Just write the basics so you get to know your story first. I
I know it seems like writing it perfectly will save you editing/revising time later on, but you can’t revise—let alone post—what you don’t have written because you’re stuck on one line that doesn’t sound just right. You with me so far? Great!
Honestly, writing gets so much faster when you remind yourself that no one is going to see your first draft!
So I cannot overstate the importance of revision.
Because guess what? Everything you don’t like about your first draft can be fixed in revision!
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Okay. What is it?
To clarify, when I say first draft, I don’t mean the stuff you do in high school, where you write out a shitty essay on paper first and then type it up basically the same, just to prove to the teacher you wrote a first draft?? Or whatever.
I mean you just write the absolute basics of your story down, and fill in the rest and perfect it later (I’ll go into detail about how exactly to do that in my motivation post).
Now, grammar, spelling, and overall readability, are all important things to fix before you post. But that’s little stuff, and your word processor will be able to pick up on some of that, and just rewording a few sentences to make them clearer probably won’t take too much effort on your end (though I am gonna have a post about filler words and clarity and stuff like that, so if that tends to be a problem for you, I gotchu).
Besides basic grammar/spelling, most of what I change as my first draft transforms into my second or third is: 
Improving the flow of a scene (it can’t all be dialogue, unfortunately)
Pacing throughout the fic (are they falling love too fast? is this scene too long? etc)
Overall clarity (I know why the character did that, but will the reader?)
It may be different for you. Basically, you’re polishing up whatever you didn’t worry about writing the first draft.
My first drafts, for example? They’re 80% dialogue. Because that’s my favourite! And that’s what comes to me when I’m dreaming up fics. But then I go back later and beef up the rest—the characters’ movements in a scene, their inner dialogue, description etc.
Because as much as I love dialogue, scenes feel empty and too-fast with just characters talking. Similarly, scenes can feel bogged down and slow with just characters thinking about things.
But revision isn’t just about adding things! Sometimes you need to take stuff out. Inner dialogue that later gets covered by dialogue? Cut it. (Or vice versa—maybe the detail isn’t important enough for the characters to talk about, and just the mention of it within the narration is enough).
The point is, repetition needs to go. The reader rarely needs to be told the same thing twice.
Quick example from the top of my head:
Lance had lost his jacket. He’d looked over the whole castle for it, but couldn’t find it anywhere. His brother gave him that jacket. One of his last ties to Earth, and it was missing in action.
Maybe Keith took it to spite him, that jerk.
“What’s up, Lance?” Hunk asked when he passed him in the hall.
“I lost my jacket!” Lance said. “My signature jacket, the one Marco gave me! I’ve looked everywhere, but it’s gone. Do you think Keith stole it?”
Same information twice: Lance can’t find his brother’s jacket despite a thorough search, and suspects Keith stole it. No reason to repeat that. Something’s gotta go.
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I know cutting stuff isn’t fun. You worked hard on that! You spent hours/days/whatever perfecting a sentence until it gleamed like a diamond, and now just because you thought of a better way to get that information across you have to get rid of it? No way!
I’ve been there, trust me. But hanging on just slows down the whole writing process. Because, for me at least, I know when stuff needs to go, or needs a massive overhaul, or whatever. I’m just digging my heels in because I don’t wanna do any additional work.
Luckily, this is where your shitty first draft comes in handy! If all you did was spit words onto the page as soon as they entered your head, then you didn’t spend a lot of back-breaking effort on whatever you need to cut! And what you need to cut isn’t anything awe-inspiring, it’s just your rough notes, so tossing it aside isn’t nearly as stressful!
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Remember, you can always save scenes/dialogue/etc in a separate document! Maybe you’ll be able to salvage some it later. Alternatively, create separate versions of the doc as you edit/revise. If you end up actually needing part of a deleted scene, you’ve still got it somewhere!
And please, never think of the stuff you cut (or fics you never finished) as “wasted time”. Writing time is never wasted! You’re practicing, you’re honing your craft, and even if some bits never see the light of day, you’re still benefitting from all that work you did!
Now, I know I know I know most people edit/revise as they write. Can’t think of the next scene? Reread the previous scene and fiddle with it until something comes to you. That’s great! Revising already written material is loads better than just staring at your screen!
BUT I’ve recently started writing the whole gosh darn diddly thing without looking back and that is so much faster! While I highly recommend it, that’s obviously difficult to do when you don’t know what’s going to happen next in the fic.
Or if you just don’t have the motivation. So! That’ll be our next topic: Getting words on the page!
But for now, I’ve got an example under the cut, as well as additional resources and links if you want to learn more about revision!
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Here’s where I take an old embarrassing fic of mine and revise it, hopefully clarifying the points I’ve been making, as well as proving that only practice makes better!
Okay so this is an excerpt of one of my unpublished fics from 2011. I’m just gonna be honest with you here, it was a Twilight human!AU where Edward was a massive nerd. 
For background, Bella has been at the new school like a week and is appalled at the bullying happening to Edward, who she barely knows. (It’s first person bc that’s how the books were written. Just deal with it.)
Here we go:
“They gave him a swirly yesterday,” I announced, appalled.
“Who?”
“Edward!”
Jessica shrugged, unaffected. “Nothing new.”
“Well what are they, twelve?” I demanded angrily.
“He kind of needed a hair wash,” Mike muttered.
Snorts of amusement followed.
“Stuffing his head into a toilet is not funny,” I argued.
“Yes it is, Bella,” Alice chuckled.
“Kay, next time we go to the bathroom, I’ll shove your head into a toilet,” I offered. “And we’ll all laugh about it.”
This was a whole scene, I kid you not. Now, this isn’t bad because it’s just dialogue. It’s ten lines. That’s a reasonable amount of space for a quick dialogue exchange. HOWEVER, there’s about four people in this scene, so the dialogue tags are a little sparse. ALSO, this is the first time Bella’s bringing her concerns about Edward to the group, so there should be more inner reflection on that.
Overall, it’s just way too minimalist lol. So  this is a good example to beef up.
First of all: where the fuck are we? Notice how no setting was given? Not the greatest habit to get into. If it’s already been established in the fic where people are, and the setting’s not that important, I guess you can skip it, but a quick mention isn’t gonna hurt. You don’t want the reader confused!
Since this a Twilight fic, let’s say they’re in the caf. (In Voltron fics, you’re probably gonna be on the ship, but you can always mention what room they’re in. Or, if it’s a new planet, give a line or two of description).
Explanations for changes I made are in [square brackets]:
I tossed my lunch tray onto the table before throwing myself onto the chair next to Alice. “They gave him a swirly yesterday.”
[Indicated setting. Also implied she was feeling “appalled” using verbs instead of outright stating it. Showing not telling!]
Across from me, Angela looked up from the sandwich she was picking at. “Who?”
[Indicated who was speaking—always important—as well as gave brief description of speaker].
“Edward,” I said like it should be obvious. I scanned the cafeteria for him, but the corner he usually sat in alone was empty.
[Another mention of setting. Also backed up her concern for Edward with action and not just talking about him].
Jessica shrugged, unaffected. “So what?”
“So?” I repeated incredulously.
So I’d never heard of someone actually getting a swirly. In real life. Shitty teen dramas? Yeah. Actual high school? No. It was ridiculous, and gross, and
 I hadn’t seen anything to indicate Edward deserved it. (Nobody who’d ever deserved a swirly had ever received one, I was sure).
[The almighty character motivation! Note that you don’t actually have to explicitly state why they’re doing something—obviously we as the reader know the deep-down motivation is because Bella cares for Edward. But characters are not always forthcoming with information, even to themselves. Right now she’s focusing on the unjustness of the situation, and partially trying to convince herself that’s all it is].
Mike slung an arm across the back of Jessica’s chair, snorting a laugh. “He needed to wash his hair, anyway.”
“A toilet’s not gonna do that, Mike!”
[Just a cleverer response. Also, a dialogue tag isn’t needed, because no other speaker at the table is gonna be defending Edward. We know it’s Bella.]
He ignored my glare, choosing instead to steal a fry off my plate. I smacked his hand away.
[Again—action. The characters aren’t just static in their seats.]
“Well, really,” Alice began. “What’s it matter?” She sat up sharply, an idea just now occurring to her. “You haven’t been making friends with him, have you? I told you, Bella, it’s social suicide!”
[Gives Alice a chance to respond to Bella’s outburst—in this AU Alice is very concerned with popularity and does not want Bella associating with Edward. She would definitely have a problem with Bella sympathizing with Edward.]
I rolled my eyes. “No, I just
”
The whole situation was ridiculous. This wasn’t how people should be treated. Was I the only one who realized that? Was I really the only one who cared?
“Whatever,” I grumbled, crunching down on a fry.
[This feels like a more natural resolution to the conversation. Alice directly asks why Bella cares, and Bella reiterates to herself it’s just because. And then decides it’s not worth the argument. This is 2k into an (unfinished) 30k fic. She’ll make a bigger deal out of stuff later.]
Now it looks more like a real scene! 
So, to summarize, I added: Description—both setting and character! Character musing! Cleverer comebacks! 
These are just some of the things that you can fix with a keen-eyed round of revision.
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And that about wraps this up! I didn’t want this to get too long, but it did anyway. (I’m sorry about the graphics I’m a writer, not a graphic designer. But I had to split the post up so it wasn’t one big block of text)
Was any of that helpful? Was it too long? Did the example clarify things? Let me know, I wanna make sure these tips are helpful!
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Additional Resources That I Highly Recommend:
DRAFTING: THE THEORY OF SHITTY FIRST DRAFTS -- This post probably explains shitty first drafts better than I ever could! If you still have concerns about it, definitely check it out.
Editing & Revision Answerathon -- Okay, this video is pretty long, but I looove Max Kirin for anything writing-related and especially revision!! They’ve got a tumblr and a Youtube account filled with writing tips! If you like getting your writing info through videos, definitely check out their stuff.
Top 5 Writing Tips: Revision -- Here’s an infographic by Max if you don’t want to watch a 44 minute video lol. Also, you can go through their /tagged/revision for more!
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CHARACTER SHEET: Roger Jonathan Radcliffe
As I hide behind these books I read  / while scribbling my poetry / like art could save a wretch like me / with some ideal ideology / that no one can hope to achieve. / And I am never real; it is just a sketch of me. -- Waste of Paint, Bright Eyes
It takes strength to be gentle and kind. --I Know It’s Over, The Smiths
STATS:
Birthday: 11 October 1991
Hogwarts House (Primary): Ravenclaw (modelling a blend of Hufflepuff and Slytherin)
Hogwarts House (Secondary): Ravenclaw
Myers-Briggs: ISFP
Enneagram: Type 5
Height:  5’11
BACKGROUND OVERVIEW:
Mother: Harriet Martha Hunter Radcliffe
Father: William Jonathan Radcliffe (deceased)
Mother’s Occupation: manager at a fabric store
Father’s Occupation: musician
Family Finances: lower class
Birth Order: only child
Other Close Family: Gran on his dad’s side; he has two male cousins on that side who are pretty Patts-esque lol; didn’t really talk to his mum’s side all that much till about a couple of years ago
Best Friend: Paul Patts
Other Friends: from home: Lucy, Finn, Ed; from here: Anita, Perdita, Berlioz, Stan, Brad, Belle?
Enemies: none, really—Lou?
Pets: 32 Dalmatians lol (he had a Dalmatian named George when he was growing up)
Home Life During Childhood: eh so it was happy till he was about ten, then his father started drinking more than usual and doing bad drugs and there were a lot of fights and broken furniture and all that and Roger blames himself
Town or City Name(s): London, England—East End, near Shoreditch
What Did Her Bedroom Look Like: sloping wall with green-striped wallpaper, lots of books jammed into a little shelf, a little wobbly desk with a single desk lamp, kept a bunch of knick-knacks on his desk, lots of sheet music
Any Sports or Clubs: probably in school band or orchestra, also did theatre
Favorite Toy or Game: He had a stuffed dog that he went to bed with every night till he was like 13 or something and it wasn’t “cool” anymore and one of the bigger kids teased him about it so he stuffed it in the bin, but his mum rescued it and it’s on the shelf above his childhood bed
Schooling: finished secondary
Favorite Subject: Music, of course, and English
Popular or Loner: had his own group of friends, was never really a true loner, also helped that his best mate was like the most popular bloke in school
Important Experiences or Events: Dad died when he was 15, he found the body in the bathroom
Health Problems: prone to addiction, undiagnosed depression probably, also near-sighted if that counts lol (he wears contacts most of the time)
Culture: English
Religion and beliefs: his mum’s family goes to church pretty regularly and he’s, like, the type of guy who wishes he could believe in God but isn’t sure—even so, does Christmas, Easter, that whole thing, and when he’s feeling particularly vulnerable, he will pray
PERSONALITY:
Bad Habits: nervous talker, easily addicted to substances, smokes, drinks too much when he’s in a depressive spell
Good Habits: loyal, dedicated to his craft when he is in a steady spell, very good with kids and animals
Best Characteristic: dedicated—to the people close to him, to his craft, to his passions, he won’t quit on you
Worst Characteristic: low self-worth—he doesn’t think much of himself at all and it’s a big hindrance to, like, his life
Worst Memory: finding his dad’s dead body ha ha ha
Best Memory: when Powell approached him and introduced himself and said he had talent
Proud of: his musical ability
Embarrassed by: uh his like,,,everything—his looks, his background, his finances, his grades
Driving Style: he’s very average, speeds a little but remembers his turn signals
Strong Points: kind, artistic, passionate, intelligent, goofy
Temperament: melancholic
Attitude: can be broody
Weakness: tbh he’s like really sensitive if you doubt the one thing he is proud of (musical ability); also fuck with Paul/Anita/his mom (and Perdita by extension), he will get upset
Fears: not living up to his artistic potential, turning into his father
Phobias: turning into his father highkey
Secrets: sometimes he’s happy? His dad died bc it really put his mum out of a lot of misery

Regrets: getting good at music, because that’s what ultimately drove his dad down the drain
Feels Vulnerable When: talking about himself in general lol, he likes talking to other people and does genuinely want to know more about them but he hates it when it’s about him
Pet Peeves: snobby rich people—he can deal with regular rich people who aren’t snobs and think that his social class is his own fault, kale (really does not like kale)
Conflicts: desire to follow his artistic dreams vs how freakin’ hard it is to do, as well as not wanting to like totally leave his mum in the dust
Motivation: to be a true, genuine artist and hoping success will follow
Short Term Goals and Hopes: get some sort of record deal—either as a musician or a composer
Long Term Goals and Hopes: gosh—make a decent living as a composer, trying not to be a sell-out, but also still getting his time in the limelight
Sexuality: bisexual, if we’re talking Kinsey-scale it’s like a 2.5 (prefers women, but still likes men)
Exercise Routine: gets most of his exercise from working tbh
Day or Night Person — Night.
Introvert or Extrovert — Introvert.
Optimist or Pessimist — Pessimist  
LIKES AND STYLES:
Music: jazz, of course! He grew up listening to the greats and has a fondness for Charlie Parker. Errol Garner is another favorite. Other than that he listens to a lot of classic rock—London’s a great city for classic rock, eh? Got the Stones and the Beatles and the Who—real great place, music’s everywhere, didya know that lots of the classic rock bands were influenced by jazz? Roger can show you where they played. Also really into the Smiths. And indie stuff. Fan of the occasional really good musical. Just doesn’t really like pop is all (ok except for some songs....)
Books: classics, he’s partial to the 1920s era—Hemingway (yes, I know), Fitzgerald, Stein, and all that good stuff. Also a fan of Virginia Woolf. Also a huge Jane Austen fan, he won’t admit that right away but it’s easy to pry out of him.
Magazines: tbh not many,,,he keeps up with music stuff online
Foods: good pub food—he likes a good steak pie with loads of green peas and mashed potatoes on the side. Also a good English breakfast (his favorite part’s the sausage).
Drinks: tea—black, the English Breakfast blend. Likes a good beer as well, or a shot of whiskey.
Animals: Dogs. No, but seriously, he’s always been fond of them and will take care to point them out on the street to whoever he is with.
Sports: He plays football but sucks at it haha, but he follows Paul’s team!
Social Issues: LGBTQ+ rights, he’s like really against gentrification, having lived it firsthand
Favorite Saying: “Life is like jazz; it’s a lot better when you improvise.”
Color: Grey. He likes how varied it is. It reminds him of home and of silver and the sky and the Thames and a lot of things he likes.
Clothing: he’s like very particular about how he dresses, tries not to wear shorts and t-shirts, he likes to keep it dressy casual, like hipster style (wow, roger)
Jewelry: he has a nice watch his dad passed down to him and a ring his granddad gave him when he graduated
Games: played pokemon when he was younger, will take a turn on those first-person shooters when he’s with friends, likes the Legend of Zelda
Websites: Instagram, tumblr, has his own like wordpress or something with music reviews, posts some piano covers on youtube (not terribly many)
TV Shows: Fools and Horses, other british sitcoms which i am too lazy to research r now but he’s a sitcom sorta bloke when he does watch tv
Movies: he likes weird horror movies, big zombie fan; secretly really adores Love, Actually, but says his favourite movie is Ray (which is a great movie, he just likes Love, Actually more....); prefers the BBC Pride and Prejudice over the Kiera Knightley one and is passionate about that
Greatest Want: to be a true artistℱ
Greatest Need: to overcome his bad self-esteem and love himself
CURRENTLY:
Home: lives in the Dalmatian Plantation farmhouse, on the top floor in an attic bedroom
Household furnishings: lots of sheet music, he keeps his closet pretty neat, but the rest is quite messy. Always has a stack of books on his bedside drawer. There’s usually an empty mug of tea because he’s too lazy to bring it downstairs lol. Bed is usually not made.
Favorite Possession: probably a book from either Paul or Anita (or both)
Most Cherished Possession:  the piano in his house in London, which belonged to his dad and his dad’s dad; also the watch his dad left him
Married Before: Nope.
Significant Other Before: Finn, Sarah (those are the only significant ones)
Children: n/a
Relationship with Family: very close with his mum, they stuck together when it got really bad on his homelife end; she’s always been supportive of him; his mum’s family used to not speak to them much, but recently have been reaching out; dad’s family talks to them more
Car: n/a
Career: dog care-taker, record shop clerk, musician/composer
Dream Career: composer/jazz musician [music teacher, but he doesn’t know that yet]
Dream Life: ok so honestly—Roger’s destined to become a teacher. He’s great with kids and in the end, he will (hopefully) realize that his passion for music is meant to be passed down to others. Sure, he’s gonna still write the occasional almost-famous tune and play in ensembles and venues, but he’s gonna be truly happy as a teacher.
Love Life: uh—kinda dating Anita? What is? Going? On?
Hobbies : playing music, reading, walking the dogs lol, likes playing football sometimes (sucks at it), acting
Guilty Pleasure : will, on occasion, like a pop song; rom-coms
Sports or Clubs: n/a
Talents or Skills : great musician—plays piano excellently, trumpet pretty well, and can manage a bit on saxophone and guitar; has a good singing voice too (baritone)! Decent driver (can drive manual wow that’s impressive to me tbh); good with kids and animals (also impressive to me lmao)
Intelligence Level : artistically inclined—he was bad at science/math classes, but good at music, literature, and history. He’s not dumb by any means, but his strengths aren’t really in a technical area. He’s knowledgeable and interested in learning about things, but don’t ask him to solve some intricate mathematical proof
Finances: manages alright on his own (he basically doesn’t have to pay rent, so he’s doing p good; sends money back home too)
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some domestic zm for you from zay’s (??) pov
decrip: the group goes to a music festival and zay notices their domestic ways. also the first zm with nb zac.
as always no proof reading bc a bitch is lazy
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“Road trip! Road trip! Road trip!” Zay chanted loudly from the back of the VW, knocking his shoulders into both Friars to join in. And of course they did.
Until Maya whipped around from the seat in front of them, eyes in slits. The chant died down, Zay smiling wide at the blonde in front of him. He didn’t have to look at the brother’s sitting on either side of him to know that they shrugged in response, he’s known the Friars long enough to know basic responses to things.
He also likes to think of himself as observant. Noticing the small details, notices them in a way no one else does. It’s how he knew about Zac and Maya before even Zac and Maya did. Truthfully he likes to take credit for getting the two together - though he doesn’t admit it out loud. But being the one that they went to to talk about about their feelings for the other and the fact he wouldn’t stop purposely sending them snaps and making disagreeing comment about their other significant others of past times.
Zay Babineaux, real life Cupid for “Zacaya”. Yeah, he even gave them a ship name - another thing that he doesn’t admit out loud.
He felt the seat shift as Zac leaned forward, placing a kiss on Maya’s cheek. “Oh, don’t try to suck up to me, Zac. It’s too early for y’all to be annoying.”
“Awe, you say y’all,” was the other’s only response. Zay could see the sides of their lips tilt up, amusement written in the crinkles of his eyes.
She lets out a grown, “You’re ruining me.”
Ah, yes, the flirting never ends with those two.
The rest of the drive ended up being quick - Maya feel asleep, head on Riley’s shoulder, Zac went to playing their game, Lucas was asleep on his shoulder, and Riley was reading a book. Music from the bands that the group was going to go see at the festival playing quietly in the background. Josh, Riley’s uncle, and a friend of Maya’s from her art class were sitting up front. When Zay first heard that Josh was going to join them he thought it might be awkward, the guy being Maya’s old Big Crush but it turned out to be just fine, whatever hatchet was there was buried. Very deep, deep down.
Arriving at the festival, many cars already packed in the dirt parking lot, Josh ushered them all out before leaving them behind to find his own friends. (Riley’s dad convinced his little brother to take the group to the festival so he would know that they arrived their safely, on time, and all the other things Mr. Matthews worried about. Mr. Matthews thinks the group doesn’t know and they let him think that, but of course they know.)
They barely even made it three steps before Maya jumped on Zac’s back. “You’re so lazy.” But their hands went to her thighs and held her there, moving along with the rest of the group. 
That’s the thing Zay thinks got her to like them so much. Their humor was a lot like Lucas’s, able to give back what they get, but the difference between the brothers is that she has no problem when they give back what they get. Lucas called her a short stack of pancakes one time and she blew up, Zac mentioned her height and she crinkled her nose, lips twitching trying to fight giving them any sort of satisfaction. The smile that played across Zac’s mouth told Zay all he needed to know and that was they got all the satisfaction they needed. Maya jumps on Lucas’s back to stop him from doing something stupid, Maya jumps on Zac’s back because she’s flirting with their anxious induced ass.
As they walked, Zay could see from the corner of his eye as Riley took out her phone and snapped a picture of them, eyes glued to her phone as she her lips turned upward. He already knows that she’s sending that to Zacaya with a shit ton of heart emojis. 
“That booty though!” The voice came beside him, a laugh bursting out of Maya. It was another short girl, a little taller than Maya, named Frankie. She was introduced into the group after she hit it off with Maya in art class, which for a short while caused a riff between Maya and Riley because “You’re replacing me!” “I’m not! We can have another best friend!” “I’m your best friend!” and so on and so forth until everyone told them to get over it and Riley actually got to know Frankie.
“Stop hitting on my girlfriend, Frankie!” Zac yelled back, but all of them could hear the amusement in their voice.
“Okay,” Lucas’s voice rang out, authoritative in a sense. “The first band is supposed to play in about an hour. We should have enough time to get some water before we need to get a good spot.”
“Should being the key word,” Zac replied but they and all the others followed Lucas as they went off. Standing in line, Zac and Maya stood there hands intertwined. Zay watched, like he always did, as Maya would talk to Frankie and Zac talked to their brother, and he would notice that they would occasionally bump into each other, occasionally tug at each other’s hands. Going this and that. It was cute. Zay always loved a good love story.
And no offense to Lucas and Riley, Zacaya got them beat.
Zacaya sometimes he hated that’s how he thought of them. Not that they weren’t one unit or anything, it was just a faster thought to cross his mind. Who knew you could even be lazy with thinking.
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The first band that played was lovelytheband which was one of the ones Zac was most excited about, Maya was excited too but not in the way her boyfriend was. She was really on excited about two of the songs. The first song played was These Were My Friends (one of two she was excited about), both of them singing along the loudest than the rest. Maya jumped around and danced with Frankie and Riley, the boys and Zac also jumped and danced but not so much as the girls. It wasn’t particularly a high energy song but the kids didn’t care. They were just having fun.
Their Instagram and Snapchat stories showed it.
By the time the second song Maya was waiting for came around, she returned to Zac’s side, body pressed against theirs. As soon as the music started she started to sway, pulling on Zac’s hand, singing to them as she made them dance with her. Even though from first glance people would assume Zac would be leading, it was all Maya. Pulling and directing how to move, making the decision on when they were meant to spin her. And Zac was great at following along.
As the last note rang out, Maya was on her tippy toes, her lips meeting Zac’s. It was quick, natural and cute. Unfortunately the cute moment was ruined by Frankie and Zay as they groaned, loudly, out of “disgust”. The blonde glanced over at them, flashing them her most passive aggressive smile and a middle finger. Frankie blew her a kiss, Zay gave her a 1000 watt smile.
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The group had ran into another group of friends they made at school, some of Zac’s friends from his photography club, Josh and his friends, some of Frankie’s other friends. Pictures galore were taken, Instagram and Snap stories filled to the tens. A lot of water was purchased, some merchandise from the bands, by the time they decided to settle down in a spot and just relax, night was drawing in.
Blankets were spread out, jackets thrown on, and a certain couple was cuddled up. Zay was farther back by Lucas and Riley so he couldn’t really hear anything they were saying - not that he was sure he would be able to if he was closer anyways with how loud the music was - but he could tell they were talking to each other. They would lean over to Maya, whisper something. Sometimes she laughed, sometimes she nod, most of the times she’d lean back into them and reply. Whatever conversation they were having seemed to have lasted the whole set and well into the next one. It was almost like they forgot that they paid large amounts of money to get tickets to a music festival.
It was cute in an obnoxious way. Sort of the reasons why Zay wasn’t particularly interested into relationships himself. Watching it develop and all that was interesting but really having to do it never anything he wanted to do. Not that he was ever interested, even when he tried to be. But if he was going to spend his money on something, he really would very much like to enjoy it. He guesses it didn’t make it any less cute though.
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“Oh! Speaking of the Illuminati!” Zac sat straight up, their eyes lighting up with excitement.
“No! No, no.” The blonde next to him laughed, leaning on the table and placing a hand on their chest. “Babe, I’m sorry but it is too late for that.”
“It’s never to late to talk about the Illuminati, Maya. Don’t let the government ever make you think otherwise. They control that too.”
“Baby,” her voice whined but anyone looking at her could see how happy listening to them talk about their stupid government conspiracies made her.
Their finger jammed into the table, “The Illuminati runs the government, the facts are all there. America is run by socialism? Wrong! We’re a capitalist state filled with moles everywhere.” At the last word, their voice dropped. As they opened their mouth to start speaking again a fry smacked they in the chest. “Well... that’s just rude.”
Frankie was leaning forward, an annoyed expression plastered on her face. Her eyes were in slits - at lot like Maya’s early in the morning - before looking over at Maya. “Tell your boyfriend that he’s a fucking idiot.”
“They.” Maya and Zac’s voices came in unison, neither having a vindictive undertone. Frankie still wasn’t entirely used to the whole “non-binary” thing and though she tries, she’ll slip up every now and again.
Zay always thought Zac handled introducing people to their pronouns with such elegance was remarkable. And they never seemed bothered when someone slips up or assumes their gender, at least to their face. But what he thought was kind of even more remarkable was how well Maya accepted it even at the age of 12. Zac and Lucas told him almost immediately after because it took them both by surprise.
Frankie’s face fell, she always hated slipping up. “Sorry.” And every time the apology was so genuine. It’s one of the reasons the group liked her so much.
“Man, you gotta stop feeling so badly about.” Zay cut in, tapping his foot against Zac’s, “I’ve known the guy for basically my whole life and sometimes I still slip up. It happens.” He rubbed her back, looking directly at his friend wondering if what he said was actually okay. Zac nodded, giving a small smile.
“Anyways,” Maya continued, as if Zay and the slip up never happened, “the only person who’s allowed to call them a fucking idiot is me. Thank you.” And she finished it by throwing a fry back at Frankie.
It might have started a food fight.
They might have gotten kicked out of the dinner.
Josh may have made them sleep in the van before driving them home for it.
And Josh may have gotten in trouble with his brother and the rest of the parents for it.
Maya and Zac weren’t bothered by any of it. That night they took up the far back seat, cuddled up, and would whisper well into the night before they went to sleep. Zay was laying in the trunk area, his coat as a pillow, and could hear it all. It was all nonsense, just about possible future dates, movie theories, simple life things. It was moments like this that Zay thought maybe being in a relationship wouldn’t be to bad.
They held back laughs as they watched Josh get in trouble, arms around each other.
Later that day, when the rest of the group met up again for coffee at Topenga’s, Zac wasn’t there. Of course the question was brought up on where they were and she replied simply with “They had enough social interactions for a bit,” like it was nothing and moving the conversation on to something else.
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songofsaraneth · 7 years
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WHEPHEW what a busy weekend. journal-blogging it up bc it was a Good one and i wanna remember it
friday after work started with the birthday party for the town multicultural center!! one of my housemates plays in a marching/brass band and they performed at it, everyone drank free margaritas and had chips/salsa/cupcakes, and then we tried to play a pretty unsucessful game of 4-square with some children and made me realize what a difference height makes in that sport (we had to play in like, Ultra Squat position to be on the same level as the kids, so basically Leg Day).
friday night was ALSO the first Bike Party of the year, where everyone puts on costumes for that month’s theme (this one was “safari”), meet up behind the bike shop and the guy with the solar powered speakers on a bike trailer starts playing a bunch of music, and then we bike up and down main st and wave to the tourists and then have a roving dance party around town. usually in the culverts below the roads, under the highway bridge north of town, or along the bike path past the campgrounds (sometimes picking up extra people from the campsites who feel like partyin). generally you get to an area, dance for 30-45minutes, then bike to the next, dance more, etc. VERY EXERCISE I always forget how tiring it is ;_; but this is the last time it’ll be on a friday for a while cause Tourist Season, so it’s probably the last one me and all my housemates could get to together. we wore our matching zebra onesies (that we got for our blanket fort house party back in february) and there were two other zebras also in attendance. another friend dressed up as “the jungle” and i’m jealous I didn’t think of that first. it was VERY COLD THOUGH like FUCK it snowed for twenty whole minutes in the morning. luckily the onesie is  pretty warm. but we didn’t bike home till about midnight and i was So Sore the next day
saturday!! i was lazy and slept forever which was Excellent and then in the afternoon, met up with another mermaid visiting from Salt Lake with her family! i met up with her at her hotel and we swam in the pool for like 40 minutes before Noping out because it was cold and just sitting in the hot tub to chat instead lol. it was fun though! i’ve never met up with another mermaid for swimming before (the other time i tried we were rained out, but went to the aquarium instead, which was also super awesome) so that was neat! she had a Kariel sequin tail, which i’ve never seen up close before (40,000 sequins!!!!!), so that was cool. 
after that i went to a friends bday party! which started out totally normal (chatting, lots of food, his dad was in town so talked to him a bit), then did a pinata (did u know adults trying to smack a pinata is even more hilarious than than when children do it), then chatted a bit more and at like 10pm people started dancin. except three dudes were sort of alternating selecting songs were like, trying to make the styles as opposing as possible (hardcore rap followed by slow lyrical ballad followed by bouncy disney) and it became kind of a competition to... keep dancing anyway??? no matter how weird the songs got?? culminating in a swaying Hug Circle to My Heart Will Go On, squiggling amoeba-like through the living room and kitchen to envelop Music Selection Dude #2 Who Hated That Song but was standing by the computer and we were worried he was gonna change it, and then everyone just... slowly grabbed his body and held it horizontally, then lifted him into the air and slowly spun him in circles just below the ceiling before gently lowering him onto the floor (where he remained perfectly motionless) and doing synchronized hand waving over his body. IT GOT REALLY WEIRD. but no one questioned it everyone was perfectly silent or singing along to the lyrics until the song ended. what the fuck. i haven’t been part of something That bizarre since college (tho to be fair, there were a Lot of those moments in college). anyway party lasted until a bit after midnight.
TODAY SUNDAY!! at 9am met up with folks to go WHITE WATER RAFTING! it was the going away party for a friend, so we got a bunch of gear together/a pal’s free boat rental for working at a river company, and some personal boats, so 3 boats and about 12 people. second time ive been on the river this season, the first was february and Very cold/total splash guards against the water, but today was the first decent day this week! about 50-60F all day, though the water was a lot colder (although what the fuck is going ON this is the DESERT we should be like in the 70-80s range this time of year). everything went great at first, the rapids were easy, we rafted for a couple hours and then docked at a winery with a helpful pier, and jumped inside for buffet lunch and optional wine tasting. which like, WHAT an excellent concept, i hear they’re doing brunches soon, and whitewater rafting into/out of a fancy brunch seems IDEAL tbh.
...buuuuut we got to the first rapid after the winery/last rapid we were gonna hit of the day and just. totally flipped. we lost back left paddler (who took a drink of wine from his beer can like RIGHT as we went into the rapid smh) almost immediately, and i turned to see what happened to him (i was back right), and noticed that our captain/acting guide was just ALSO GONE??? I still don’t know HOW he fell out i guess he just catapulted on the first big wave... everyone (sans myself) was pretty drunk and at high water level (~15,000cfs) you can go straight through (or, RDTFM, aka “right down the fucking middle”, thats ur whitewater lingo for the day), but it was only at like ~8000cfs today so instead there was just... a rock. so chuck (acting captain) pops up a second later and manages to grab the boat, i haul him in, turn around to see charlie (back left paddle) somehow on the other side of our raft now floating the rapid, and two of the front paddlers trying unsuccessfully to reach him.
 then i look forward and OH GOD there is ANOTHER huge dip in front of us leading to aforementioned rock, and I sort of leapt to the left side/charlie’s spot to try to paddle off it, but no one was paying enough attention to coordinate and so we slammed it and the boat went riiiiiiight over. like, the most dramatic long-ways flip i’ve ever seen, threw/shoved us all down into the water. mostly i was thinking “OH FUCK” but also “SHOULDN’T HAVE BOTHERED PULL CHUCK BACK IN”, was under for maybe 5 seconds total, then popped up right behind the raft. pretty much everyone managed to hold onto the tie line and somehow i guess we also landed on charlie again so he had a hold as well. until we hit the next rock anyway, which popped the boat up for a second/swept me underwater and under the boat, and i ended up hand-over-handing it out onto the front side. which was easier for visibility/expectations but also i could see 10 feet in front of me that my backpack had come unsecured and was floating down the river without me, holding my phone (thankfully in a lifeproof/very waterproof case bc i’m not a Fool who takes electronics on rafting trips with no backup) and driver’s license and glasses hostage. and like 80% of me was ready to dive after it but while i’m an idiot i’m not That much of an idiot so i held onto the boat instead and watched it get farther and farther off. the first of our boats that went through (a  dinghy with two passengers) was waiting for us downstream and seemed like they were gonna get it, but then one of our people got swept way downstream so they were on mission Rescue Susan instead. but anyway after a very charged minute or so that felt more like ten, we managed to kick ourselves into an eddy and get over to the shore. 
at which point i became very confused bc our group now had 3 more people in it than were in our boat??? which is when i realized that our third boat, whcih had been behind us, had also capsized and dunked all passengers. but theirs was still trapped in the current (for like 5 whole minutes just bouncing on top of the first big rapid) so they all swam sans gear to where we ended up. anyway i sloshed to a nearby beach where some concerned rafters were watching (turned out to be our #3 boat guide’s coworkers, who’s company we were renting gear from, whoops), and over a ridge, and saw that boat #1 had sucessfully reclaimed susan, and a kind kayaker had saved both my backpack and one of our paddles. we dried off for a bit and checked everything over miraculously, the only casualties were some hats and sunglasses, one item per every person who flipped. the river gods were kind in their choice of sacrifices today. then we boated the last mile out and lay in the sand warming up until our car shuttle finished, and my friend who’s bday party i went to the night before & his gf & dad boated up RIGHT after us (they were also all at the multicultural center event friday) and laughed at us for having flipped. ah tiny desert towns. you see Everyone everywhere all the time. and i’ll see them again on wednesday for D&D so more mockery inbound.
anyway i got home and me n my roommate (also on the trip) took some VERY long/hot showers, drank some hot chocolate, and then watched cop drama tv shows in bed under the covers for 2 hours before ordering takeout soup and laying in bed some more. now i am laying in bed and about to go to sleep bc i’m exhausted but apparently still enough of an insomniac to never go to bed before midnight.
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