The nature wives are both out.... Scott Smajor was eaten by sharks... what's even the point anymore.... /dramatic

luigi for the character game :)

i am totally not the most obvious person to be sending this

LUIGIIIIIIIII THATS MY GUY <3

First impression: sad wet blanket of a man!! My first mario bros game i ever played was luigis mansion and i was like “this guy gets me so well”

Impression now: the same except now i have also seen him kill a man in smash bros

Favorite moment: when you unlock him in super mario galaxy as a playable character <3

Idea for a story: 5 times luigi had a nice day and nothing bad happened and 1 time he had a really good nap

Unpopular opinion: i dont like it when people pit mario and luigi against each other i want them to support their bro :(

Favorite relationship: wow i cant believe luigi is gay married to bowser <3

Favorite headcanon: genderfluid luigi!!

i know it’s been a few weeks but that reply to the post you made about sanitizing queer sexuality in media where you failed to understand the OP and told them to just “say you want people to fuck more in media” was truly so stupid and dismissive of you. why are you like this

Ansjakhcjeoanja yea it was a few weeks! Omg had to look way back for me to see it.

Hmmm, dunno if u really want my answer, I mean like I’m not really important lol nobody follows me nor do I post any shit, hell you may never see this, but I’ll explain my answer bc I love to talk lol. Also because this is like a super important topic. The topic of who gets allocated the measly amount of representation we get!

See, my problem with the tweet is that it mixes romance and sexuality, and I think the tweet itself is sanitized. Yeah, I actually agree with op, apart from the pitting gays against each other, like that just causes infighting. Lets call it what it is; we gays want to see our community represented outside the hand-holdy, puritanical blink-and-you-miss-it kiss that shapes most gay representation, especially lesbians. Lesbians ONLY get more-than-friends vibes and we all know why, it’s not to make ace people happy that nobody’s fucking in their media. It’s to make straight people happy that they can just pretend to bypass the fact that they are lesbians, and can just pretend they’re good friends.

There’s a reason why Gomez and Morticia Addams have a marriage like they do, it’s because to our American society explicitly desiring your partner is not normal. I believe normalizing desire, especially between gay people, can also make things better for the ace community because the straights are just so obsessed with hiding sex away that maybe they’ll stop hiding it in EVERYTHING. Like why does a chocolate ad need to have a naked woman fr.

But also like, let’s normalize saying the word sex! Say the word fuck! Say you want a woman to kiss another woman down her neck and tell her how fuckable she is outside of porn!! I guess I’m not really expecting much from a tweet that can only be so many characters, but every comment on the post is kinda dancing around that too. You say you want to normalize sexuality then fucking say it! But then also don’t forget who made you this way. It aint old gays who want to see more old gays being domestic, it ain’t baby gays still uncomfortable seeing their own sexuality, and it aint the ace community. That’s the community I know either the op tweet was targeting or certainly the comments on it but like. It aint them doing it. This is the work of puritanical patriarchical homophobic views by the straights who view all of us as vile and sick and perverted. They and the system that perpetuates this is sanitizing our media, and infighting ain’t gonna stop it. It’s going to help it, that’s what they do, try to polarize us so we cant support each other and fight against them like tale as old as time bud.

So, like, acknowledge everyone is trying to fight their own fight to be seen in their media, say you personally want the gays to fuck (aka be less sanitized), and move on.

Thanks for giving me the opportunity to explain my stance! I agree, my original comment on it was hard to understand but lol what can ya do with character limits? Lol i totally said you gotta word your shit right and then I go do the same so like, I’mma take that comment down bc obv if it’s making people mad then I didn’t explain myself well. Hopefully I explained it better now!

ok but like, here me out,,,,, avatar high school au but its just me projecting my personality and trauma

my instagram

Aang

Freshman

He's trying his gosh darn hardest

The group baby

Appa is a therapy dog so he spends the day with gyatso in his classroom :)

Hes a saint bernard 

The best man

Despite katara being the ‘mom friend’ he runs the god damn show

Momo is a shit head sphinx cat 

The gang dropped movie nights for “knitting nights” so they could all learn to knit him sweaters

Hes very fashionable

he hates it

sokkas best friend

Aang makes costumes so when halloween comes around momo is very scary as dorothy 

Track and field babey

Does not curse

He has a hard time keeping up with world events

Straight (i'm not wrong)

he and toph have an ongoing tradition of going in full dress to waffle house before school dances. 

it got to the point where now all the workers know them by name

they also accidentally crashed a white lotus meeting and just kept going

Azula

Band kid

Sophomore

Rich girl with 2 friends

Pre eng

i know most schools dont have this program, but mine did and holy shit. those were some overachievers 

The most annoying mf on the planet

Not a single teacher likes her

The know it all that will fight if you don't agree with the facts

She was the ww2 kid

Capitalist in the worst fucking way

Closeted lesbian, when she figures that shit out she gets a lil better

The one who can drive

Mai

Bisexual

She's really good at math?? Like shes the gay who can do math

But cannot drive, bitch failed her permit more times than she can count

She nearly went to an all girls boarding school at one point

Sophomore

Colorguard!!

She has beat the shit out of people she's walked in on making out in the bathroom

Genuine friends with the faculty??

She takes programming/coding as a filler class but she's pretty good and continues to pursue it.

Her tumblr looks sick as hell

has caused a teacher to cry

Ty lee

Bisexual

Lesbian earings actin mf

Sophomore

Cheerleader

She is the nicest mother fucker and everyone loves her

Despite acting like an airhead she's really science orientated

When she takes biology she passes with flying colors

Very invested in social justice

She would never hurt a fly but she will fuck you up

The one with a healthy relationship with her father

has comforted a teacher she found crying in the parking lot

Iroh

Now runs the jasmine dragon where zuko works after school w/ katara 

Knows every single kid who comes in and tries his hardest to make sure everyone feels appreciated

Former war criminal

In a book club

The white lotus? Yeah this is the white lotus

Idk if it would be the same as the show, or if its just an old person shit talking group

Zuko

Junior

His dad got full custody of him and his sister when he divorced their mom

But at 13 he got kicked out for another bullshit reason and ever since Iroh has had custody of both of the siblings

But bitch boy ozai has visitation rights but only wants to see azula

Theatre kid!!

I mean he was gonna join jrotc to appease his dad but he figured his shit out before he really joined

A republican turned leftist

Hes queer he just doesnt know which label to use

Himbo rights

He and katara are best friends idgaf about ships but they are bros

orchestra kid! (yes this is me self projecting bc we have similar trauma) 

Violist 

Teachers have no idea what to do with him bc on one hand he's very reclusive and on the other his sister has the worst opinions so they don't know

Katara

Sophomore 

Still the mom friend but this time she goes to therapy

Bc she literally raised her brother after her mother died?? And then became a parental figure to her FRIENDS???

Biggest political activist, genuinely does her best at educating herself and others about civil injustices

Also really obsessed with cults and true crime

Choir kid

She takes AP history, english, and second language classes

Is trying her hardest in math and sciences

Huge stuffed animal collection

Student council vice president

she originally ran for president but jets gang voted him in as a joke

The teachers pet

Swim team bitches

Best friends with the school janitors

This is my au so fuck off she and zuko are chaotic friendgroup parents and annoying best friends i love them

and maybe something more???

 who fucking knows theres a betting pool in the white lotus and so far aang is winning 

Sokka

Junior

Bisexual

Gym and History teachers LOVE him

On the swim team and the fishing team

Started crying when he took his drivers test

Goes to gsa w/ toph and loses his fucking mind

He's the reason suki’s car is disgusting

In all advanced/ap classes in math and science

Was the kid who carries a portable speaker around until suki put him in his place

Still has to use his hands to figure out left and right

Yue

Technically she doesn't go to school with them she goes to a nearby private school

She met the gang at a football game and has been invited to every group outing since

Junior!!

Very invested in world politics

When she joins the group at school events she ends up making friends with all the staff

Debate team kid!!!

She's not a rule breaker she just knows their limitations ;)

at one point missed school for like 2 months and everyone thought she died

turns out it was just fucking pneumonia and sokka is one dirty liar

Suki

oh? you mean yue’s best friend bc we dont respect pitting women against each other in this household?

Junior

Bisexual icon!!!

Oh god what sport would she do??

Probably basketball??

Or she would just do martial arts outside of school

And have a ‘female empowerment’ club or somethin

100% believes in self government in society and that the current gov exists purely on the theory that all humans are inherently evil

Bitch for bernie

Her car is DISGUSTING

She asks if she can hit peoples juul and then throws it in the trash

The gym coaches really like her but she fucking hates them

Is very close with her school counselor??

She never wants to run but she keeps getting elected to homecoming court

Toph

Freshman 

Former homeschool bitch

Joined the wrestling team and the fishing team??

She doesn't even like fishing she just thinks it's hilarious 

Very good a pottery and that's her arts credit

She and iroh have lunch together every thursday

If she catches wind of you putting gum on desks they will find your body in a ditch

She makes sokka and suki take her to prom 

She hates it she just likes to fuck with people at prom

Sometimes she just tells people she doesn't believe in something bc she cant see it

has been wearing the same sandles for the past 3 years bc “they’re reliable”

Cryptid hunter

Goes to gsa bc its better than any fucking reality tv show

Has nearly burnt the house down making ramen

Whats some of ur fav dino, dino/hibari hcs?

finally i could reply to this ask!! which, anon, i still thank you for bc its the best thing i could ever be asked to talk about ww

reading will likely take some time, but i hope you and whoever else reads this post will share some hcs or at least find them nice ad interesting enough! and of course, i’ll be happy to answer more asks about it!! like the hibari-only post, i may come back to this one and update it over time

general warning for death mentions and spoilers from the novel “haneuma stampede”!!

hopefully this post wont be hidden from the tag search

dino headcanons

until i read about haneuma stampede, i pretty much always headcanoned dino’s hometown being naples, and this because i have neapolitan origins myself www in the light novel we get to know that dino’s hometown is a port city facing the adriatic sea (east) hence the opposite coast to naples, since this town faces the tyrrhenian sea (west). because of this piece of information, tho, i started thinking dino could be from bari, apulia’s capital city

being that a self projection, im still attached to that hc, so to keep at least a part of it i gave dino neapolitan grandparents LOL i mean, it’s not unlikely anyway

this is a recent hc but dino has a huge crush on is a big fan of immanuel casto, a gay italian singer whose most songs are explicit or suggestive and provocative

i think we all can agree that romario is like a second father to dino, right? their bond gets even stronger after cavallone nono’s death ;; romario will occasionally drop his habit to call dino “boss” and call him with his first name instead. dino will remind romario quite often how important he is to him beyond his role as his right-hand man

What Do You Mean Dino’s Tattoos Magically Appeared On His Body When He Was Deemed The Worthy Successor,,, i (falls on my knees) hc’ed that getting them done took A LOT and hurt A LOT and he yelled A LOT to the tattoo artist to stop inking and to his family that he didnt want to belong to that world,,,, im sorry dino

his tattoo and his duty as a boss in general dont give him much freedom (or should i say they dont give him freedom at all) so among the other hcs of situations where he has to cover his left arm, i have this one where dino cant but go to the beach when its empty and/or at night so that no one can see him but his men

the years may pass but he will still blame himself for his father’s death. and i mean. its pretty much true that it was his fault orz thanks light novel for giving me depress

onto the personality-wise hcs,, i talked about hibari’s enneagram type so i cant not do that for dino too. dino is 2w1, which gets called the servant. starting with the basic type: depending on the level of health, the two (”the helper”) ranges from being the most genuinely caring and helpful type to other people to being the type who gives expecting to be given something back to being the type who manipulates people into caring about them. i dont believe dino has fallen or will ever fall into the very unhealthy pit but he does get on the level where he thinks his generosity is the only thing that tie people to him and his people-pleasing attitude starts getting suffocating. he can be quite possessive, too. in a few words, type one is a very principled type, who fears being defective, bad and corrupt. therefore i assigned dino the one wing to kinda enhance the following paradox: being what he hates the most, aka part of a rotten system such as the mafia one. and with a role as a boss, to it. dino as a teenager never wanted to succeed to his father, and even now he wishes he didnt belong to that world but he loves his family, and even tho according to the moral he deserves to go to jail together with his men, he is self-admittedly too much of a coward to do that (theres so much more to add to this but if i do it will get REALLY long. there’s going to be another little enneagram talk in the d18 hcs anyway, lol)

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dinohiba headcanons

these bitches gay good for them, good for them

advanced apologizes for being an angst fucker but for years my #1 headcanon has been a quite twisted one about dino and hibari not allowing themselves die by the hand of someone who isn’t each other’s. its a sort of oath. they feel like if one of them dies it will be unforgivable, and this will lead them to ultimately kill each other. in their mind, “it’s either both or none of them”, both know that they won’t be able to bear with the other being gone forever (yes, hibari too) and the only solution they find is leaving the world together, the same way they fought on it and against it together. the scenario i thought for this is a duel inside the reverse globe of needles. their last fight in hibari’s ultimate technique so that it’s literally just a world made of the two of them lol lol lol

tbh dino didnt like hibari at first, and with hibari being hibari it takes them long to warm up to each other. for long i mean some years w (years of anger, fights, hardship, trauma reveal, and so on)

their first bonding moment happens when hibari finds out about fon (yeah, all the stuff i talked about in my hibari hc post to which i have to add: i made my own timeline where the arcobaleno arc happens about 2 years later than shown in canon). dino is there to comfort him. dino hugs hibari and he lets him do. hibari cries. HIBARI CRIES for the third (3rd) time in his life there

i have this kinda specific hc of dino overhearing hibari sing hitoribocchi no sadame and getting sad about its lyrics

for obvious reasons even when they start dating they’re forced to spend most of the time away from each other but they make sure to be together at least on every anniversary

i love the established relationship trope so much therefore 80% of the times i think and write about them hibari is in his 30s and these two have been married for like 7 years 

i’ll get to the marriage proposal and ceremony another time hopefully in a fic too but of course romario and fon are chosen for their best men

idk if people consider ship playlists and such as hcs, but i associate savages by kerli and someone to stay by vancouver sleep clinic to them ;;

about someone to stay: the line will you fix me up? will you show me hope? is hibari -> dino, and the line can you keep me close? can you love me most? is dino -> hibari

and finally, to go back to the topic of enneagram: their compatibility according to their types. on the institute’s official site theres already a good description, which makes me cry everytime i go back to it because it literally starts with “These two types are more alike than they might appear to be at first”. part of this is given by the fact that unhealthy twos get the unhealthy traits of eights and healthy eights get the healthy traits of twos. i made a scheme for it:

i admit that i have no proof that the comparison is legit for the wings too, but finding out the stress/growth correlation even for them was very validating and satisfying, lol

some headcanons are missing from this post bc i decided to post the most important and my fave ones (the fave ones are those asked for in the first place but i cant shut up ashdjsdhfdjsdhfg)

but either way OVERALL i really, really love imagining both dino and hibari overcoming their hardships, individually and together, becoming the better versions of themselves the more the years pass, bringing their best qualities to each other and learning to accept and appreciate their different points of view. 

because of the way they are at first they... dont really start good, but with health and trust they make a powercouple tbh

hey baby won't you look my way (i can be your new addiction)

Chapter 3: ...no these are fuCKING SEXTS

ao3

Chapter Summary: There's a substitute teacher, Cheryl and Toni have a plan, and Betty is a "good fucking person."

Monday, 7:17 AM

gays united

hbicheryl: good morning gays

wannabett: CHERYL

hbicheryl: good morning gays, cousin betty

hbicheryl: happy?

wannabett: yes

hisshissmotherfucker: why the fuck are you texting us at this ungodly hour

hisshissmotherfucker: go back to sleep

nopeaz: school starts in less than an hour dipshit

hisshissmotherfucker: whatever

veroffica: cheryl, you're in a way better mood than normal. what happened?

hbicheryl: im offended! cant i just be in a good mood because i feel like it?

wannabett: no

hbicheryl: fine

hbicheryl: the history teacher is sick so we have a substitute

hisshissmotherfucker: FUCK YES

wannabett: im confused why is this a good thing??

spillthefogarTEA: oh betty

spillthefogarTEA: poor, sweet betty

nopeaz: substitutes are naive and cant control the class

nopeaz: so we can do whatever we want

wannabett: im not sure thats the best idea

spillthefogarTEA: choni and i have history first period with you, cooper

spillthefogarTEA: we'll show you what we mean

8:16 AM

hbicheryl + nopeaz

hbicheryl: this is even better than i thought

nopeaz: he looks so timid

hbicheryl: this is going to be so much fun

hbicheryl: lets begin phase one

8:19 AM

gays united

wannabett: is this cheryl and tonis master plan? to text out in the open?

jugheadalones: theyre cheryl and toni

wannabett: meaning??

jugheadalones: im sure theres more to it than that

goingtoheller: ^^tru

wannabett: i guess ill just have to wait and see

8:23 AM

gays united

wannabett: okay the sub is asking cheryl and toni to get off their phones

wannabett: theyre ignoring him ofc

wannabett: asdJFDJJSSSKKDXM

hisshissmotherfucker: WHAT HAPPENED

spillthefogarTEA: HE GRABBED TONIS PHONE RIGHT OUT OF HER HANDS SHE LOOKS SO FUCKING STARTLED

goingtoheller: LMAO

spillthefogarTEA: OH SHIT NOW HES READING CHONIS TEXTS FROM TONIS PHONE

wannabett: ...no these are fuCKING SEXTS

veroffica: I'M WHEEZING

hisshissmotherfucker: WHAT DO THE TEXTS SAY

spillthefogarTEA: "maybe after this we can sneak in a quickie between classes"

spillthefogarTEA: "i could finger you up against the bathroom wall"

spillthefogarTEA: "or i could eat you out in the storage closet"

spillthefogarTEA: "of course... youd have to be quiet"

spillthefogarTEA: "do you think you can do that? can you be a good girl for me?"

wannabett: cheryl is as red as her hair

wannabett: toni looks like she wishes the earth would swallow her whole

goingtoheller: I'M DEAD.

veroffica: THIS IS THE BEST THING I'VE EVER HEARD

hbicheryl: GUYS STOP LAUGHING THIS ISNT FUNNY

goingtoheller: no, this is definitely funny.

hisshissmotherfucker: wait were the texts from toni or cheryl??

wannabett: he didnt say

goingtoheller: ooh, any theories? i'm still on team vers. cheryl, can you confirm anything?

hbicheryl: SHUT THE FUCK UP THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING

veroffica: i should hope so!

jugheadalones: ...i did NOT need to know this much about chonis sex life

wannabett: i guess the sub isnt as incompetent as you thought

spillthefogarTEA: lmao sucks to be you guys

spillthefogarTEA: oh shit i think hes looking at the notifications

spillthefogarTEA: "spill the... fogarty!" yep im done for youre all invited to my funeral except for choni bc they got us into this mess

wannabett: fangs' phones has been confiscated as well as cheryls in case you were wondering

wannabett: haha thats karma i guess

wannabett: fuck now he wants mine too why me??

veroffica: ...guys?

goingtoheller: that was the most exciting thing that i've witnessed secondhand in a WHILE.

hisshissmotherfucker: i hope nothing bad happened to fangs

hisshissmotherfucker: or toni or cheryl or betty

jugheadalones: i wonder whats going on there right now

veroffica: well, i don't have any classes with any of them for a while, so i won't be able to know what happened until they get their phones back.

hisshissmotherfucker: ^^

jugheadalones: ^^

goingtoheller: ^^

12:03 PM

gays united

hbicheryl: WE FINALLY GOT OUR PHONES BACK

hbicheryl: I CAN PRACTICALLY TASTE THE FREEDOM

nopeaz: now i just have to go live in a cave for a few years until everyone forgets about that debacle

spillthefogarTEA: thats not going to happen any time soon

goingtoheller: fangs is right, that was iconic.

veroffica: you two will never live that down.

jugheadalones: half of riverdale high is already speculating as to which one of you two sent the texts and which one of you received the texts

hisshissmotherfucker: cheryl, toni, care to make a statement?

hbicheryl: no

nopeaz: fuck off

goingtoheller: well, at least they seem to be on the same page.

wannabett: can we talk about whats REALLY important now??

jugheadalones: and what would that be?

wannabett: ALL FOUR OF US GOT DETENTION!!

veroffica: can the substitute even do that?

spillthefogarTEA: yeah, he wrote us all up for "repeatedly disobeying a clear set of instructions"

nopeaz: at least its only for today

wannabett: ive never gotten detention before! how the hell am i going to explain this to my mom??

hbicheryl: lmao cant relate

wannabett: im a good fucking person i dont deserve this

12:39 PM

gays united

hisshissmotherfucker: wait cheryl and toni what was your master plan?

hbicheryl: oh we were just going to sext for a while and then make out in the back of the classroom

veroffica: ...that was a letdown.

goingtoheller: yeah, i expected better.

nopeaz: we were horny when we came up with that plan okay

jugheadalones: now THAT makes more sense

spillthefogarTEA: tbh im still kinda disappointed tho

1:22 PM

gays united

wannabett: SHIT

veroffica: what's wrong, betts?

wannabett: i think the school told my mom about the detention :(

goingtoheller: what makes you think that?

wannabett: shes called me four times today already

wannabett: ive been ignoring her but knowing my mom she'll probably just show up here to talk to me

jugheadalones: she wouldnt do that

wannabett: you underestimate her

veroffica: b is right. her mom is just crazy enough to do that.

1:40 PM

gays united

wannabett: huh i wonder why the secretary is calling me to the office

wannabett: it couldnt be my mom, could it??

wannabett: who wants to bet against me?

goingtoheller: a, congrats on finally living up to your screen name!

goingtoheller: b, there is no way that i'm going to be stupid enough to take you up on that.

jugheadalones: i'll bite.

jugheadalones: 20 bucks it isnt her

wannabett: youre on jug

wannabett: be prepared to lose $20

1:55 PM

gays united

wannabett: angry-mama-cooper.jpeg

wannabett: fork over the money jones

jugheadalones: ...fuck

jugheadalones: this is what i get for believing that alice cooper wouldnt be that petty??

hbicheryl: no this is what you get for being a fool

wannabett: same thing

spillthefogarTEA: okay im sure that im going to regret asking this, but what did mrs cooper want that took fifteen minutes to talk about?

wannabett: the usual

wannabett: "youre disappointing your family, you need to do better, you dont want to end up like polly," etc.

veroffica: i'm sorry, b. :(

wannabett: it isnt your fault v

veroffica: i know, but your mom clearly isn't sorry for the crazy expectations she puts on you because polly didn’t turn out the way she wanted, so somebody has to be. and i want that somebody to be me.

wannabett: you really think so?

veroffica: i know so.

spillthefogarTEA: thats so sweet

hbicheryl: and REALLY gay

spillthefogarTEA: ofc

veroffica: *bi, and betty and i are just best friends.

wannabett: ^^^

spillthefogarTEA: sweets and i are best friends and if i had said something like that to him yall wouldnt think that we were just being friends

wannabett: thats bc you and sweet pea are super gay for each other

hisshissmotherfucker: false

spillthefogarTEA: ...you dont think that im hot? :(

hisshissmotherfucker: no i think that youre the hottest person in the whole damn universe

hisshissmotherfucker: but that doesnt mean that im in love with you

hbicheryl: babe do you see this shit??

nopeaz: i see it all right

hbicheryl: im so glad that we arent like that

nopeaz: me too :)

hbicheryl: i love you toni

nopeaz: i love you too cher

veroffica: awww, that was adorable.

veroffica: but also: what will it take to convince all of you that betty and i are telling the truth??

goingtoheller: nothing, ever. you are both so clearly whipped it isn't even funny.

jugheadalones: like cheryl and toni levels of whipped

hbicheryl: except you two arent even dating!!

nopeaz: the same goes for sweets and fangs too

hisshissmotherfucker: whatever

spillthefogarTEA: ^^^

wannabett: ^^^

veroffica: ^^^

jugheadalones: why do i even try anymore

2:29 PM

gays united

hbicheryl: well its time to go into the hellish pit the school calls detention

wannabett: i wonder if theyll make us do manual labor

spillthefogarTEA: sweet pea practically lived in detention at southside high, ask him

hisshissmotherfucker: thats true

hisshissmotherfucker: and yes sometimes they do make you do some janitorial work around the school

hbicheryl: oh my fucking god im going to die

jugheadalones: stop being so extra cheryl

goingtoheller: no never stop being extra cheryl it is the best part of this chat

hbicheryl: for your information hobo i will never ever stop being dramatic and if you say that again i will fight you

hbicheryl: and dont worry keller i wont change

nopeaz: thats my girl!!

hisshissmotherfucker: as i was saying

hisshissmotherfucker: youll probably just sit in a room and do your homework

hbicheryl: thats even worse

2:34 PM

gays united

hbicheryl: THEY WANT TO TAKE OUR PHONES

hbicheryl: WHY DIDNT YOU TELL US ABOUT THIS SWEET PEA

hisshissmotherfucker: i thought it would be a nice surprise

nopeaz: screw you

hbicheryl: IF I NEVER GET OUT OF HERE TELL MY MOTHER THAT SHES AN AWFUL BITCH AND THAT I HATE HER

veroffica: sure thing, blossom.

3:00 PM

gays united

hbicheryl: MY PHONE IS BACK I LOVE IT SO MUCH THIS SCHOOL IS SHIT AND DETENTION FUCKING SUCKS

goingtoheller: that's a lot of moods.

jugheadalones: ^^

veroffica: "that's a lot of moods" is just cheryl's personality in a nutshell.

wannabett: tru

hisshissmotherfucker: tru

nopeaz: tru

hbicheryl: tru

Notes: Writing choni's sexts was the best part of this chapter, honestly. Also, I noticed that I refer to Cheryl and Toni as 'choni' an awful lot, which probably has direct correlation to my laziness. I know that this chapter has a lot less to do with the overlying plot, and that's because I'm trying something different. Tell me if you like it this way or if you want me to go back to more plot-heavy chapters.

The Dave and Dirk log, for obvious reasons, was something I wanted to try very hard to get right. That meant although we drafted it together via msparp, as was our custom, I ended up overhauling it way more than any of our other combo walkaround logs. A few chunks did survive the transfer, though.

In other news, we’ve made a solemn pact to finish TLC over winter break, which is good because I’m running out of bonus content. Hopefully we’ll have some assets to show off soon. I’ve already seen a few; they’re very nice.  

DIRK: Hey, dude. You did pretty well out there. DIRK: Didn't even die once. DAVE: twice in a day is my max im satisfied with keeping that record DAVE: even if getting machinegunned is rapidly becoming my "thing" DIRK: Seems we each have our respective "signature deaths". DIRK: Or at least it ain't a party until I get decapitated. That sure was something we needed to do again. DIRK: Just once, for old time's sake. DAVE: well that puts the nail in the meme coffin DAVE: any time you panic someones gonna tell you to keep your head on DAVE: like keeping your hair on except you know that shit aint going anywhere its probably shellaced DIRK: That shit is bolted to the floor. Did you know I walked around with a girly-ass pink tiara on my head this whole day and had no idea? DIRK: I had no idea. Couldn't feel a thing. DIRK: And people let me do that. DIRK: Can't fuckin' believe it. DAVE: oh DAVE: i figured you knew DIRK: I am less than pleased with my Skaia-ordained divine color scheme. DIRK: But I guess I have to live with it. It's part of the team aesthetic. DAVE: you could always change DIRK: Nah, with the tiara and tights ditched I have at least mitigated the enforced flamboyance. It's bearable. DIRK: I can't be the one dude out of uniform. Couldn't bear the shame. DAVE: my outfit is pretty sick ngl DAVE: sburb knows everyones secret desire is to have a cape DIRK: Unfortunately, mine isn't long enough to also make for a good tactical maneuver. DIRK: Not gonna lie, that was pretty funny. DAVE: if nothing else my attempts at combat can provide a source of humor in our lives DAVE: but honestly id be fine if my fighting days were over DAVE: i was never into it DAVE: rose on the other hand was obviously itching to beat people up DAVE: one of those 12 year olds who wants to get jumped in an alley to work out her suppressed anger DIRK: Maybe Skaia did make a few miscalculations in dumping your asses with your respective guardians. I think you'd get along well with Roxy and her cats, make her budget her time away from the alcohol. DIRK: ...in theory. DIRK: Rose can go a few rounds with me if she wants, we still need to sort out who has the rights to document our legendary journies. DAVE: ill plan your funeral DAVE: what kind of flowers do you want DIRK: ...there's different kinds? DAVE: damn thats right you grew up in waterworld DAVE: these choices matter DAVE: allegedly theres a thing called "flower language" DAVE: whether you can actually send someone a boquet telling them to meet you in the pit i dont know DIRK: Like, I get that, in theory, different kinds of flowers exist. But I fully anticipate any attempt on my part to conjugate in the language of said plants would end in my coffin declaring my hovercraft was indeed full of eels. DIRK: Maybe it'll have thorns on it. Or it'll be like the sixteen millions tons of green bullshit covering my land and making my nose itch. DAVE: probably DIRK: Worst case scenario, I'll pick out something orange and present to a prospective love interest and it'll mean something like "my brotherly passion for you knows no boundaries, and also no homo". DAVE: my bro wouldnt go for flower arranging DAVE: or pink tiaras DAVE: he was pretty uptight about the whole rah rah macho act DAVE: probably subscribed to alpha males weekly DAVE: which is weird considering DAVE: well DAVE: youre gay right DIRK: Uh. DIRK: Well. DIRK: My symbolic quest land is not covered in green bullshit, but I. DIRK: Happen to like watching birds, if you know what I mean. DIRK: Fuck, you probably don't know what that means. Jake and his goddamn thousand euphemisms. DAVE: cant say i do no DIRK: Nobody knows what it means but Jake. It's an old time epithet for being into dudes. DIRK: He knows all the old epithets, including some I suspect he made up. DAVE: so DAVE: thats a yes DAVE: in a roundabout way that includes birds DIRK: I've never denied it. DIRK: I'm just. DIRK: Not a huge fan of the word. Why, in this world post-society, do we need to confine ourselves to labels like "gay"? Such constraints were washed away from my world with the rest of the human race. DAVE: holy shit that was such a pretentious dodge DAVE: dont let rose hear you say that DIRK: Rose can hear all she likes. DAVE: but anyway DAVE: i wasnt asking to get up all in your business like SOME PEOPLE DAVE: who are so into getting into other peoples businesses theyre basically the fucking mafia or the irs DAVE: but DAVE: it explains some stuff DAVE: but on the other hand it doesnt DAVE: the way you raised me was kinda aggressively mainstream masculine enough that it wasnt something that ever seemed to come up as an option DAVE: [describe that type of culture and mindset better later, I KNOW what i mean but im tired rn lmao] DAVE: and anything outside of that id just brush off because it couldnt apply to me DAVE: and that went for pretty much everything that went against what you wanted for me DAVE: including that DIRK: And yet, here the man was, subconsciously shrieking his desire for floppy felt dong through, DIRK: What I guess you could call his art, for want of any other applicable word at all. God, the mental images are crawling up the insides of my skull like the Exorcist child, do I want to know? DAVE: probably not DAVE: guess trying to act peak male has its drawbacks DAVE: weirdly enough troll culture is obsessively hyperviolent but doesnt give a shit about sexuality DAVE: they dont see the difference most of the time i guess DAVE: and so like DAVE: maybe it rubs off on you because in some ways that kind of makes sense DAVE: but after so long its hard to know what i feel and what it means because i spent so long ignoring it DAVE: so i guess i was wondering DAVE: if you had anything that might help with that DAVE: or if youre also trapped in this whirling screaming maelstrom of bullshit DAVE: while kinsey sits in the eye of the storm laughing DIRK: Wait, wait, wait. DIRK: You're coming to me. DIRK: For advice. DIRK: Do you know what a laughable hurricane of disaster my interpersonal life has been? DIRK: Like, in a weird way, I'm kind of honored, especially since about five hours ago you were scared shitless to be around me, but. DIRK: I'm standing here and waving my credentials in the air just to display how I don't fucking have any. My degree is a sham and my hands are empty except for a crudely scribbled on piece of construction paper. DAVE: are you suggesting theres a gay university DAVE: where you study bird watching DIRK: Do I look like a man who's been to college? DAVE: fair DAVE: but like DAVE: your friends know DAVE: how did you broach the subject there DIRK: I might as well have been dating a Yoko Ono for the devastation it wreaked on our friend group, so yeah, it was a little hard to ignore. DIRK: Compounded by the fact some smartass from Gay University was using my social circle for romance geometry homework. DIRK: It wasn't even a love triangle so much as a love roundabout. DAVE: ok but thats just because you were a dipshit not a gay dipshit DAVE: they were chill about the first part right DIRK: Thanks. DIRK: I mean... Roxy always seemed disappointed. DAVE: luckily i dont think anyones waiting in line for me DAVE: i guess im blowing it out of proportion DAVE: i dont think anyone will MIND DAVE: no one did about rose and kanaya DAVE: didnt even question the vampire bit which goes to show what our lives are like these days DAVE: like ok our outfit has vampires now DAVE: thats a thing that we have DAVE: if i say oh hey i might be bisexual theyll just say sure pull up a chair at the acronym table DAVE: the only one who might be weird about it is john DAVE: but hed be just as weird if i told him id changed my favorite color hes just like that DAVE: the only person its really a big deal for is me DIRK: Jane was a little bit like that. I'm pretty sure the only reason she had to object was because she found out the day I made a move on her crush. DIRK: It might just be growing up in a household where you're not regularly fighting for your life, and thus what genders are kissing whom has the space to be higher on your priority list. DAVE: that aint anyones priority these days DAVE: im prepared to acknowledge the concept that hey maybe everyone elses lives dont revolve around me and my personal drama or self revelations might have some merit at least as a hypothesis DAVE: when i met kid english he kept going on about how i was the most important person and everyone else was side characters DAVE: and maybe ive acted like that sometimes DIRK: Yeah, like you alone are the one responsible for everyone around you. DAVE: and maybe ive acted like i think that way too sometimes DAVE: ive been wrong about people DAVE: people i care about people i shouldve known better DAVE: i was wrong because i wanted to believe things that matched how i wanted the world to be DAVE: things that made it easier for the story i was telling myself DAVE: i dont think kid english meant to call me on it but damn DIRK: Reality is, after all, something we construct for ourselves. DIRK: I think maybe I knew that all along when I surfaced for air inbetween shoving my head as far up my ass as it would go. DIRK: Or maybe that's just what I try to tell myself in hindsight. DAVE: well if it takes a hyperactive 12 year old version of the final bosss creepy hero worship of me to make a point i guess thats not the least subtle way the universe has sent me a message lately DIRK: You want unsubtle? Let me tell you about my damn planet quest. DAVE: haha DAVE: i didnt have to do much of my quest because im invisible DAVE: thanks mom DIRK: My denizen practically sat me down like it was my life coach and growled in my ear about improving my communication skills with a guy I told to go fuck himself not eighteen hours prior. DIRK: So while I'm glad SBURB has a vested interest in me repairing my friendships, playing electroshock death DDR with him was a little on the nose. DAVE: maybe getting shot again wasnt that bad DAVE: so weve all learned our life lessons good job team DIRK: Exactly. Can we wrap this up now? Can we please go rest? DIRK: I'm so exhausted I haven't even noticed I'm still hungover. DAVE: sure thing DAVE: but if i need tips on leaping out of a closet to intimidate passerby i might text you DIRK: I mean, I can try. As long as you don't ask me for dating tips. That, I definitely shouldn't be helping you with. DIRK: Go talk to your sister for that. DIRK: ...wouldn't she, by the transitive property of siblings, also be my sister? DAVE: yeah i guess DAVE: but theres no way in hell im asking rose for dating advice DAVE: on her first date which she refused to admit was romantically oriented she got wasted in anticipation forgot to show up and then fell down the stairs DIRK: Oh my god. DAVE: she tries to look like shes got her shit together but its a lie DAVE: if you find my corpse floating on lolar in the next few hours dont let the truth die with me DIRK: Why are we like this? DIRK: Is there actually something hardwired into our DNA that predisposes us to being disasters? DIRK: But, that aside. DIRK: I won't object if it's me you come to talk to. DAVE: ill hold you to it DAVE: and if you ever want to publicly you admit you DAVE: "enjoy birdwatching" DAVE: in less vague and evasive terms DAVE: ill have your back DIRK: Thanks.

introductions

so this was an OC that i had created awhile back, but never found the right footing for. maybe i’ll get back to it, who knows. either way, meet Kelley Karper: 

age 7: is a mess of blonde ringlets and freckles. blue eyes that don’t hide much. hands sticky from too much orange soda. spends mornings before school with grandma, crawls under the covers with her and asks to be told a story. listens with a toothless grin as she’s told all about a princess who saves her kingdom. reads quicker than all of the other kids in her class. cant ride a bike yet, dad sits her down and says that she can try again when she’s ready. balances on the washing machine as he dabs peroxide-soaked paper towels on her bloody knees. wipes her tears away with the backs of her chubby hands. mom makes her sing that song from annie at grandpa’s retirement party, brags to all of his coworkers how her child already knows all of her vowels. sticks a temporary tattoo on her arm so that she can match her dad. sits in his laps and traces the intricate design with her fingers, asks what it means and dad explains it. calls it his protector. she asks if she has one too. stays up late listening to the cars pass, listens as the 28 bus comes to a screeching halt outside. joins the brownies. gets mad when she’s selling cooking instead of learning how to tie knots. makes mom cry when she refuses to wear the pink easter dress, says something about how she knows kelley likes her father better. 

age 9: her hair’s darker now, freckles gone. thats what happens when the fog rolls in. the sun goes away. decides that her favorite color is orange. begs her parents to have her room be painted that color. the boys in her class make fun of her for her buck teeth. she kicks colin samuel in the shin but doesn't mean to break his finger. has to miss the class trip to the zoo. dad sits her down and tells her to be tough, to defend herself, pushes her to make friends and tells her not to worry because there’s always strength in numbers. he takes her to get ice cream anyways.  mom wishes she would take her ballet lessons more seriously. dad brings home tickets for the giants game the next week, with seats just above home plate. tells mom that she thinks she wants to play baseball instead. listens intently as her dad tells her stories from when he was her age. laughs loudly at the story about her dad getting his head stuck in between the railings of the staircase. is a strong reader but needs a little bit of help with math. spends every night after dinner for the next two weeks watching her mother teach her how to do long division. lies when asked if she understands. joins choir. gets the biggest solo in the fall program. cries when she sees that mom missed the recital. again. 

age 11: notices that she’s taller than all of the boys in her classes. cuts bangs by herself in front of the bathroom mirror with her mothers sewing scissors. gets yelled at all the way to the hair salon. hits her first home-run. dad carries her to the car on his shoulders, yelling about how his kid was the next babe ruth. she doesn’t know who that is, but she figures it’s a compliment.  meets her best friend, a new student named olivia. the two of them would walk towards the mission district and buy paletas with the money kelley got from grandma because she got straight a’s on her report card. doesn't understand why mom cant get out of bed in the morning. the dishes in the sink start to pile up, old food crusted with mold making the whole house smell sour. covers her ears when she hears mom and dad fighting. jumps when she hears glass shatter. steals her father’s walkman, finds a tape inside. led zeppelin III. learns that they were both of her parents favorite band. wonders if love was actually all that simple. takes the bus home from school for the first time, frozen with fear the first time a man probably twice her age catcalls her. gets her period on the class field trip. has to have somebody else’s mom explain it to her. helps olivia dye her hair purple when her parents weren't home. presses her ear to the wall and listens as her parents whisper-fight in the other room, arguing about money. doesn't know what her mother means when she asks her dad where his paycheck is. hears her ask him where he’s been spending all his time if he wasn’t at work. 

age 13: stops getting upset when her mother fails to show up to yet another one of her softball games. her face gets wrinkled in visible confusion when a teammate’s mom asks if her dad’s single. realizes that no one there has ever met her mother. is still interested in music. spends hours pouring over the big stack of records her parents had in the corner. familiarized herself with names like zeppelin, van halen, the doors, and fleetwood mac. sang ‘rhiannon’ for the talent show. won second place. learns what depression means. watches her mother become a shell of a person. cant help but wonder if it was somehow her fault. holds olivia close to her chest as she cries about the divorce. wonders what it would be like if her own parents did the same. takes the 28 bus to and from school each day. an older man presses his pelvis against the soft flesh of her thigh. he takes any jolt of the bus as an excuse to hip check his balls into her. no one around them paid it any mind. she felt the warm condensation on her jeans, saw the bruise the indent of his belt left. didn’t tell her father. hates the way her parents talked to each other. kisses zach khang at a birthday party on a dare. kept her eyes open. 

age 14: finished the summer reading list in a week and a half. finally starts filling out her bras, and the boys in her grade notice. starts swearing. likes the way people looked at her when she told them to go fuck themselves. gets asked out on a date for the first time. stands outside of blondie’s pizza for an hour before realizing that he wasn’t coming. called her dad to pick her up. didn’t talk for the whole ride home. hates that her parents dont even try and hide their fighting now. wonders if love was ever real at all. found out olivia wanted to be called “just via” now. smoked weed for the first time behind the tennis courts at school with a group of junior boys. noticed how impressed they were when she didn’t cough. steals lacy underwear and sickly sweet perfume from victoria’s secret. thinks she should start dressing older than she actually is. wears thick black eyeliner and too-dark foundation. mom tells her that less is more. quits softball cause she can’t keep her grades up. hangs out in the drama room now. has via keep an eye out for the teacher as she makes out with sam lusk and lets him feel her up under her shirt. makes breakfast for dinner with her dad on fridays. flips through photo albums of better days. asks who the people were and what they were doing. wonders why her dad’s family never took interest in her. 

age 16: starts wearing fishnet tights under her shorts. mom says that she looks like a stripper, but dad says that he thinks she looks pretty cool. asks if she can get her nose pierced for her birthday. listens to the cure. looks up to kurt cobain in a way that scares both of her parents. decides that she wants to be a teacher. tells her dad that this summer she thinks she’s gonna try and write a book. finds out that via’s mom has cancer. borrows her dad’s shears and helps via shave her head too. yells at all the boys who try and call her best friend a dyke. finds her dad’s leather jacket in the back of the coat closet. notices it’s adorned with the same snake design as his tattoo. doesn't know what it means. asks if she can wear it to school that day. finds her mother out cold on the kitchen floor. a lot of blood. so much. that was the year that they adjusted her mother’s meds. they started going out more as a family. learned that healing was a process. thought that maybe her parents were falling in love again. gets her short story published in the school paper. reads it to her parents at the dinner table and it makes her mother cry. doesn't miss a single question on the learner’s permit test. tries to have her dad give her driving lessons. is in tears before they even made it out of the house. gets too drunk at monty montez’s birthday party. ends up puking blue raspberry vodka, barefoot in the parking lot of his housing complex.

age 17: her and via buy acid from the hippies at golden gate park. she swears that she’s watching the clouds move and the grass grow. she swears that everyone knows she's on drugs. has never had a boyfriend. sits down with her mother and is told that she would still be loved if she was gay. doesn't know if she is, but doesn’t rule it out. gets a lock for the door to her room. still makes breakfast for dinner with her dad on fridays. watches her parents sign the divorce papers. decides that maybe they were never in love to begin with. takes a greyhound bus to los angeles to see her favorite band. doesn't tell anyone about the guy in the pit who grabbed roughly at her breast, like it was his for the taking. gets grounded for a month. has to choose which parent she wants to live with. says a tearful goodbye to via. moves to riverdale with her father. learns that he wasn’t always as good of a person as she thought. learns what the tattoo on his arm meant. wonders if she could be cut out to get her own. finds out what it really takes to become a serpent. refuses to do the dance, says she would rather go through the gauntlet any day. makes friends with a girl who makes her feel more at home than she’s felt in a long time. finds a boy that makes her so fucking angry. believes him when he says she’ll always be safe with him. starts thinking that love might be real after all. 

Give Me Love PT. 1

Summary: You’ve grown close with Mandy during your time in the escort business. You were like a sister to her and you both would do anything for each other. She invites you out to go visit her best guy friend Ian. What happens in Chicago , well , just never should’ve happened.

 “Get up!” She smacks me with the pillow, laughing.

 I groan, pulling the covers over my head.No way!” I yell.

“Come on! We have to get the good shower before the rest of these bitches wake up.” I groan again as Mandy pulls the covers off me. She tosses me my towel and I lazily get off the bed and follow her to the bathroom. 

 “We didn't have to get up at fucking six in the morning, Mandy. The other girls haven’t even rolled in yet.” I groan, still following behind. 

 “I know.” She replies rather cheerily. “I just want to get to Chicago early enough to surprise him before he leaves.” She pulls her shirt over her head as we reach the bathroom. Once inside she tosses her shirt to me and turns on the shower.

 “I cant believe you’re really dragging me out there.” I begin to undress as Mandy steps in to the shower. 

 “You said you’d come with me.”

“Yeah I know. I just don’t like the thought of you going out there alone.” I shrug to myself. I hand her her towel and step in as she steps out. “Besides,” I call to her. The hot water hits me, loosening up my muscles. I let out a pleased sigh and tilt my head back and let the water run down my hair. “If Ian is as great as you say he is. I should meet him.”

“Just remember he’s gay.” She laughs.

“How could I forget. Your brother dated him.”

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 Mandy adjusts her boobs in her tight shirt before taking a deep breath and knocking on the front door.

“I thought he was gay?” I eyed her. 

 She puffs her chest out so her boobs look slightly bigger. “He is. But uhm, his brother might be here.” She shyly smiles at me. 

 I roll my eyes, knowing exactly who she was referring to. Lip Gallagher. The moron who broke her heart. She talked about him as much as she did Ian. The door opens and a little brown boy stands there, staring at us. 

 “Hi Liam.” She smiles at him. “Is he Ian here?” The boy, Liam, nods and runs inside.

 “Uhm, I thought you said Ian was a ginger?” I ask her curiously.

 “He is.”

 “But that kid-”

 “I know. It’s a Gallagher thing.” She shrugs, like it was a common thing. Not wanting to find out what that could possibly mean, I lean back against the house and wait with Mandy.

 “Hey.” He smiles as he steps out. Mandy and Ian embrace each other in a tight hug. He was gorgeous. “How you been? What are you doing here?”

 She pulls a medium sized box from her bag and hands it to him, “Happy Birthday.” She sing songs. Ian chuckles as he grabs the gift form her hands thanking her. 

 “You didn't have to get me anything.”

 “I know. I wanted to.” She smiles. I awkwardly wave to her as she finally realizes that I came with her. “Oh! Ian. This is my best girl friend Y/N. Y/N this is my best guy friend Ian.”

 “Hey.” He nods. 

“Hey.” I nod back. Damn shame, you thought to yourself. You looked him up and down. He was a man too good to be true.

 We both look to Mandy and she begins to explain the plans for tonight. “We can go bar hopping. Or to this really great new club that just opened. A client took me there last week. It was so much fun.” She was never usually this chirpy and that glint she got in her eye was rare, but being back home with Ian brought a little bit of life back to her and it made me feel really happy for her. 

“Sure. We can go to that new club.” Ian smiled to her. Something told me he felt the same way to see Mandy so happy.

“Good. Cuz I wasn't gonna give you a choice.” She playfully punched his arm.

 “Hey yo Ian!” A man called from inside the house.

  I notice Mandy’s body stiffen. He steps out to join us on the porch, looking at each and every one of you. His eyes are glued on Mandy before she looks down at her feet and his gaze is averted to me. My heart drops into the pit of my stomach. Lip begins to smirk, lips ready to open. For a second, I think he’s going to spill my secret but instead, “is this a family reunion?”

 “More like planning a hit.” I say without thinking. Lip chuckles. 

“Yeah, well, uh, Franks inside if you wanna do the job now.” He says playfully.

“Actually,” I smile mischievously, “its you, Lip.” His eyes widen in surprised amusement. He looks to Ian who just shrugs.

“Right. Well I got to get going.” He pats Ian on the back. “See you later?”

Ian shakes his head. “I’m going out with the girls tonight.” He motions to us. Mandy has been unusually quiet so I nudge her shoulder and her head shoots up. 

“Yeah. We’re going to a new club that just opened up on the North side.” She tries to sound confident but her tone falters as Lip’s eyes meets hers. “For Ian’s birthday.” She adds.

“Mind if I come along?” Lip asks, his eyes back on me and a smirk forming on his face.

“Sure.” I smirk. “We could use a designated driver.” I laugh. Before Lip can object I grab Mandy’s hands and wave to them and descend down the stairs.

“You invited him?!” She loudly whispers, trying not to look back at them.

“Come on. He’s not gonna take my offer.” I tell her. “He can’t be that stupid.” I shrug. It was more than that. I just knew he wouldn’t.

 We reach Mandy’s jeep and she unlocks the doors. She looks out the passenger window as she turns on the ignition. I follow her gaze and surely enough, Lip is at the bottom of the steps with a cigarette in his mouth. He waves and Mandy speeds off.

1-99? 🤔

1: 6 of the songs you listen to most?

too high by moon taxi, sleepyhead by passion pit, girls like girls by hayley kiyoko, stay a while by cemetery sun,i feel like im drowning by two feet, three-thirty by AJR

2: If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

Jennifer lawrence

3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.

I don’t have a book near me

4: What do you think about most?

Dogs probably

5: What does your latest text message from someone else say?

I am at the patio furniture

6: Do you sleep with or without clothes on?

with

7: What’s your strangest talent?

I can put all my fingers on top of each other

8: Girls… (finish the sentence); Boys… (finish the sentence)

Girls are hot as shit and boys suck

9: Ever had a poem or song written about you?

no

10: When is the last time you played the air guitar?

Oh jeez idk a long time ago

11: Do you have any strange phobias?

elevators

12: Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?

no

13: What’s your religion?

Im not religious

14: If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?

Playing with my dog

15: Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?

behind

16: Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?

coldplay

17: What was the last lie you told?

Im not leaving the house tonight (I got chipotle oops)

18: Do you believe in karma?

yes

19: What does your URL mean?

Uhhh idk im gay as shit

20: What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?

Greatest weakness is my anxiety and strength is ability to listen to others

21: Who is your celebrity crush?

Jennifer Lawrence or ruby rose

22: Have you ever gone skinny dipping?

no

23: How do you vent your anger?

Over text or call to my girlfriend or best friend

24: Do you have a collection of anything?

no

25: Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?

Depends. Most of the time video

26: Are you happy with the person you’ve become?

Im starting to be more happy

27: What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?

I hate teeth scraping on silverware and I love my girlfriends voice

28: What’s your biggest “what if”?

What if I don’t succeed in school

29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?

Yes and no

30: Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.

Right arm is my dog left arm Is my couch cushion

31: Smell the air. What do you smell?

Uh idk my house smell

32: What’s the worst place you have ever been to?

My high school lmao

33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast?

west

34: Most attractive singer of your opposite gender?

Justin timberlake

35: To you, what is the meaning of life?

To be happy

36: Define Art.                

Whatever can make you smile on a bad day. People, paintings, photos. anything

37: Do you believe in luck?

yes

38: What’s the weather like right now?

sleeting

39: What time is it?

8:36pm

40: Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?

Yes and last Sunday I hit a deer

41: What was the last book you read?

Theres something I want you to do by Charles baxter

42: Do you like the smell of gasoline?

yes

43: Do you have any nicknames?

mack

44: What was the last film you saw?

Red sparrow

45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?

Fractured growth plate in my left wrist

46: Have you ever caught a butterfly?

yes

47: Do you have any obsessions right now?

My girlfriend

48: What’s your sexual orientation?

gayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

49: Ever had a rumour spread about you?

Not that I know of

50: Do you believe in magic?

Yes I do

51: Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?

yep

52: What is your astrological sign?

Pisces

53: Do you save money or spend it?

Mostly save, but spend on my girlfriend and food

54: What’s the last thing you purchased?

chipotle

55: Love or lust?

love

56: In a relationship?

yes

57: How many relationships have you had?

3

58: Can you touch your nose with your tongue?

nope

59: Where were you yesterday?

Work and school

60: Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?

Yes my blanket

61: Are you wearing socks right now?

Yes, theyre dog socks

62: What’s your favourite animal?

dogs

63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?

Idk I don’t have one

64: Where is your best friend?

At softball

65: Give me your top 5 favourite blogs on Tumblr.

@svpremely-gay

@lesbicasentimental

Idk I don’t really pay as close attention to other blogs

66: What is your heritage?

german

67: What were you doing last night at 12AM?

sleeping

68: What do you think is Satan’s last name?

Uh idk

69: Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off?

yep

70: Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?

yes

71: You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?

Save the dog

72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?

I would tell my close family, my best friends and my girlfriend. I would spend them with my dog, family, friends and girlfriend

73: You can only have one of these things; trust or love.

Love. You would gain trust through love

74: What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?

Oceans by coldplay

75: What are the last four digits in your cell phone number?

Uh no thanks

76: In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?

Trust and open mindedness. Humor. Reliability.

77: How can I win your heart?

You cant my girlfriend already has it

78: Can insanity bring on more creativity?

Yes

79: What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?

To care about school

80: What size shoes do you wear?

9

81: What would you want to be written on your tombstone?

Idk I don’t like to think about it

82: What is your favourite word?

dog

83: Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart.

april

84: What is a saying you say a lot?

What the fuck

85: What’s the last song you listened to?

Human by the killers

86: Basic question; what’s your favourite colour/colours?

Idk changes a lot tbh

87: What is your current desktop picture?

Chris martin from the coldplay concert in minneapolis

88: If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?

My dad lmao

89: What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?

My sexuality (to my family)

90: One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do?

Probably cry

91: You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?

invisibility

92: You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?

A half hour at the coldplay concert in Minneapolis

93: You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

Id prefer not to post it on here

94: You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?

Uhhh idk im good with my girlfriend

95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?

Berlin

96: Do you have any relatives in jail?

Yeah lmao

97: Have you ever thrown up in the car?

yes

98: Ever been on a plane?

yes

99: If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?

Please, please. Stop fighting. Work together. Love one another.

He should have, He needed to He couldn’t (Written to the chorus of Battle Scars by Guy Sebastian ft Lupe Fiasco)

The quotes are not mine and i do not take credit for them.

He lay in his orange jumpsuit with his hands upon his chest, fingers running over his now infected tattoo. he promised himself he wouldn't cry not over him. He might be gay but he was nobody's bitch. He would not cry over Ian Gallagher. Even as the words played in his mind he could feel the salty sting of tears well up in his eyes

Mickey “Thanks for coming back”

Ian “Svetlana paid me”

what happened? they were finally happy, free to be together after everything they went through. God it would be so much easier to hate him. It would be so much easier to say he was never in love, to put every memory of the redheaded devil out of his life but he couldn't do that. He couldn't hate Ian, even after the look in the boys eyes had changed from love to something else darker. He knew he still loved him. He gave into his emotions hearing Ian's words echo in his mind, picturing Ian's face when he asked him to wait. The tears ran silently down his cheek. He wiped his reddening face with the back of his hands looking briefly at the tattoos on his knuckles.

FUCK U UP

That's what he should have done. Three times now he been put behind bars for this kid. What was he thinking?

Hope the wound heals but it never does That’s cause you’re at war with love You're at war with love, yeah

he should have smashed his face in when he came demanding the gun back. That would have prevented the pain radiating from his broken heart. He should have looked past those emerald eyes staring up at him with lust and confusion. He should have pushed away Ian's firm hands as they removed his clothes and laid him down on his bed, instead his hard shell was slowly being stripped away as Ian thrust into him over and over making him bite his pillow. His world was being changed in the most wonderfully worst way and he was completely oblivious.

There should never have been a second time or third time but he was addicted. He told himself it was purely physical, nothing more. He told himself he had an itch, that only Ian could scratch as he was slammed against the cold steel hands moving over his body. Skin against skin, their soft moans filling the air. This was just a hookup. Ian was just a means to an end he told himself ignoring the alarm bells in his head shouting over and over again you're in too deep. He kept those thoughts locked away from himself. To acknowledge them would mean feeling and he did not feel, at least he thought he didn't. He could never have been so wrong.

He should have told Ian to fuck off when he stood on his doorstep, his tear stained eyes staring up at him filled with innocence and hurt. He should have slammed the door in the kid's face but as he stared into his swollen eyes he felt another layer of himself being chipped away. Ian “ I need to see you..”

Mickey “Not a good time”

Ian “ I don't know where else to go” Life would be so much easier if he had just walked away. He should have turned around and never come back to the store, but he felt such  a primal urge. He knew Ian had been seeing the older man, but now he was his. It scared him as much as it intrigued him. The thought of another man's hands touching Ian's body, another man's mouth moaning Ian's name. He should have listened to the voice in his head saying get out now instead he taunted and teased the older man, that would be the first bullet he took for Ian Gallagher.

These battle scars don't look like they're fading Don't look like they're ever going away They ain't never gonna change These battle...

He should have told the guards no when they said he had a visitor, instead he grabbed his crutches and his pride and followed the guard to the visiting room. The moment he saw red hair and freckles he should have turned away. He didn't owe the kid conversation, he was the one who got shot. He looked into those emerald eyes as he sat down, trying his hardest to keep up his masquerade but as the boy spoke another layer came crumbling down.

Ian “I miss you”

Mickey”Say that again I'll rip the tongue out of your head”

He shouldn't have let himself smile at the boy's disregard of his harsh words. He should have gotten up and walked away when Ian placed his hand on the window, but instead he pocketed that moment in his heart. That moment where he thought maybe, just maybe someone could like him for him, harsh words and all. As he stared at the boys face he should have seen his future. He should've have seen the danger that lingered behind such innocent eyes. Had he listened to the voice in his head telling him to walk away maybe he could be lying in his own bed right now. This was South Side after all , nothing was ever as good as it seemed.

He didn't seek out Ian Gallagher, no they just seemed to find each other. It seemed no matter what the circumstance, their eyes... blue and green always met. He should have gone home with his sister that night, instead he decided to play with fate. He was amazed at the dedication the boy had in his dreams, and deep down he was humbled by his willingness to share them with him, not that he would tell anyone. He'd never had someone care about him the way Ian seemed to, and it was terrifying. He tried to put up roadblocks for the boy but somehow he managed to squeeze past every one. He told himself just this last time, just one more time to scratch that itch. He told himself I'm not gay as he was pressed against the dugout fence for the second time. The feeling of Ian inside of him filling him up, making him complete. I'm not gay . He knew he was lying to himself then, he just chose not to believe it.

He should have said no to working at the Kash&Grab, sure he needed a job for his probation, but he was also an addict and he needed his fix. He should have known having constant access to his drug of choice he would make him careless. He should have made sure to lock the back door and the front, instead he was caught up in the feeling of lust and passion and Ian's soft skin pounding against his own. He saw his life flash before his eyes as he stared at Frank.  He knew what they had  needed to end. Who was he to get caught in feeling of happiness?  He was Mickey Milkovich. He should've known better. His spit harsh words at the boy, watching the light and excitement drain from his freckled face.

Ian “ You cant.. I don't want you too..”

Mickey “ What did I just say to you, done is done. What do you think we're boyfriend and girlfriend here...you're nothing but a warm mouth to me”

He was leaving behind the one thing that made him feel halfway human, like he might be worth something. Ian's voice echoed threw his head as he punched the cop in the face violating his probation . That was when he knew. He knew was falling. Tumbling down from atop the walls he had built around him like a shelter for his heart . Brick by brick Ian Gallagher was tearing them down.

I wish I never looked, I wish I never touched I wish that I could stop loving you so much Cause I'm the only one that's trying to keep us together When all of the signs say that I should forget ya

He should have walked passed the bleachers when he heard muffled sounds of sex, but his feet wouldn't listen and he found himself yet again staring into those emerald eyes. He needed Ian. Even as he was kicking the stranger the boy had just been with ,  he was mentally undressing him. He needed to to feel his strong hands caress his body, it had been too long. He needed to feel the warmth of the boys breath panting against his neck as he fucked him into oblivion.

He should have known Ian wouldn't wait for him, not after what had happened between them.

He told himself he needed to drown out the feelings that were threatening to escape him. He should have known it would hurt Ian when he slept with Angie, the truth is he only did it to put the boy out of his mind. He wanted to tear apart the geriatric fuck who was standing in front of him now flirting with Ian. He could tell by the look in the boys eyes that he liked the guy. He secretly wished he would look at him like that again.  No... he needed him to look at him like that again. He shouldn't have followed Ian but the jealousy was knotting in the pit of his stomach. He wanted Ian for his own, he did not want to share. The little voice in his head was screaming proceed with caution, but he drowned that voice  out with alcohol  as he watched Ian and his date walk across the street.

I'm not gay he told himself as he kneed the man in the stomach. The sound of Ian's yelling for him to stop was muffled by his fist meeting the mans face. I'm not gay he told himself as he and the red haired boy ran into the alley. He shouldn't have stopped and stared into those eyes. He should have kept on running until he was far out of reach of Ian's contagious laughter and warm smile, but instead he found himself craving it more and more.

I wish you weren't the best, the best I ever had I wish that the good outweighed the bad Cause it'll never be over until you tell me it's over

The voice in his head continued to taunt him, telling him to give up to go back to his old life that didn't involve skin against skin and the warm touch of Ian Gallagher. He should have listened, instead he chose to drown the voice out with gunshots as he sat upon the ledge of the abandoned building watching the boy practice. He needed to know what he was missing, what made the boy seek others instead of being solely his. He should have known the answer to his question would open Pandora's box.

Mickey “I don't know what you see in that geriatric viagroid”

Ian “He buys me stuff, orders me room service..He isn't afraid to kiss me”

He should have known that kissing Ian would be like a lightning bolt running threw his body. As he leaned across the drivers seat and their lips met briefly, he wanted nothing more than to tell Ian how he felt, but he couldn't. He couldn't because he should have known better than to feel at all. Now here he was, bent over and bandaged. He'd taken his second bullet for the kid, but this time it felt different. He needed to show Ian he cared, so when he asked for his help he couldn't say no, not to those green eyes and that innocent face. He wanted him, he needed him. He should have let the boy go to work, but instead he decided to peel back one of his own layers for a change. He wanted to show Ian he could be intimate. He should've have known just like the last time, the moment he dropped his guard would be the moment he fell. Fuck did he fall hard. He needed Ian not to be there anymore. He needed him be safe, but he couldn't do anything. He couldn't stop it. He should have fought his father harder, but once the gun came out time stood still. He could only hear the crack of the gun hitting his face over and over again, he should have known he couldn't be happy. There was the smell of  a women's perfume on his naked body, he needed this to end. Blue met green...123...it was over. He should've have been glad to see Ian escape, but all he could picture was the color draining from his face as he flipped the women on her back.

These battle scars don't look like they're fading Don't look like they're ever going away They ain't never gonna change

He should have known he couldn't out run Ian. Whatever fucked up thing that drew them together was at work again, and now here they were face to face. He needed Ian to leave, but he wouldn't listen, instead there was glass crashing to the floor and the look of pain and confusion in his emerald eyes. He should have ran to him and kissed the boy. He wanted to feel his soft lips upon his, maybe they

would've had a little more time before their world came crashing down, but he couldn't. He couldn't put Ian in danger again. The value of their lives was more important than their feelings. The voice in his head was back was again, telling him he was running away, telling him that he loved Ian but this time it was different. This time the voice was Ian, following him, reaching for him, wanting him. He should have kept walking and never looked back, but the voice in his head was relentless.

Ian “ You love me and your gay just admit it..... just this once fucking admit it!”

He he drowned it out the only way he knew how. He should have known a punch in the gut would not be enough to quiet that voice. The voice that rang with such  truth. He couldn't stop himself  as his fist met freckled skin. The silence was short lived and the voice was persistent.

Ian “Feel better now? Feel like a man?”

He needed him to let go. He needed him to move on, to leave him in the mess that was his life. He told himself he was doing this to save Ian as he kicked him in the face. Finally there was silence, but it was deafening, and felt wrong. Now he needed to drown out the silence so he reached for the bottle.

These battle scars don't look like they're fading Don't look like they're ever going away They ain't never gonna change These battle...

He should have known she'd get pregnant, that was just his luck. He couldn't stand the idea of having a child with this whore. He couldn't stand the thought of her walking down the isle and taking his last name, but it wasn't his choice. He needed to get away, to escape the charade for a moment longer before his entire life was changed. That's when blue met green again, he should have known Ian couldn't stay away. Words were exchanged and new feelings had emerged,  feelings of shame and regret and cowardice. He needed it to stop, so he reached for the boy. He needed to feel their tongues entangled, he needed to feel Ian's strong hands sliding off his clothes. He needed to feel the boy thrusting up against him, making him feel complete again. He needed feel that high that only Ian could provide. If only for a moment, he needed to feel happy. He should have known the moment would end to quickly, blue met green again and this time they were both lost and confused. Ian looked at him with such want and desperation and all Mickey could give him was an excuse, and he knew it. He wanted to give Ian so much more but he couldn't. He couldn't because he shouldn't have these feelings to begin with. He couldn't because there should be nothing to feel at all.

Mickey “Not everybody gets to blurt out how they fucking feel every minute”

He wanted to tell Ian not to go to the Army. He wanted to grab the boy and pin him down on his bed, but instead he kept his emotions locked tight in the closet that he lived in, and watched as the red head walked out of his life. He felt a dagger piercing his heart. Somehow the boy made a whole big enough in his walls to let it through. He couldn't feel the way he was feeling. Why was he feeling anything at all?

I'm not gay he told himself when he couldn't get hard with a women.

I'm not gay he told himself as he drank away his pain, the memories of blue and green and skin against skin.  He needed his touch, he needed his smile. He needed Ian Gallagher. He should have a known a photo wouldn't be enough to heal his heart as his fist slammed into the mirror. He should've told him to stay. He should've told him early on that he cared, maybe then it wouldn't have been so easy for the boy to toss him aside.

I wish I never looked, I wish I never touched I wish that I could stop loving you so much Cause I'm the only one that's trying to keep us together When all of the signs say that I should forget ya

He should've known his sister would be talking to Ian, they were best friends after all. He couldn't bring himself to admit it, not even when it was clear that she knew what was between them...

What was between them?

The question lingered in his mind. He needed to find Ian. He needed to bring him home, not just for himself but for his family. He needed Ian safe.

He couldn't  picture Ian in a place like this, not with that bright smile and those innocent eyes. There were bodies grinding on each other, old and young alike. The flashing lights glistening on sweaty skin. Why was he here? How did he end up here? He couldn't accept it.

The voice in his head told him this is your fault as he scanned the club looking for Ian. His eyes were betraying him as he saw the boy he once knew so full of hopes and dreams giving a lap dance. He was in nothing but silver booty shorts, a flimsy mesh top and a black boa. There was black eyeliner lacing his emerald eyes. Blue met green once again, but it was cold and unfamiliar. He should have known not to expect anything less, as the boy made him pay for his company. He couldn't stand the way Ian was acting, he was so high,  any words that escaped Mickey's mouth just floated into the air passed the boy as he rubbed up against him.

He couldn't just walk away, not after seeing green again. He needed Ian like he needed air. Their exchange was less than perfect but for the first time in a long time he felt like he could breath again.

He should have made him leave the club, but instead he was kicking some old guys ass for trying to take Ian home with him. He couldn't breath again when he saw the boy laying on the ground like a crumpled piece of paper, discarded by the world. He needed to get him home and for once he didn't care about anything else. The voice in his head was silent as he laid the boy on his bed and lit a cigarette. He stared at the sleeping redhead and knew, he knew that he would not loose him again.

I wish you weren't the best, the best I ever had I wish that the good outweighed the bad Cause it'll never be over, until you tell me it's over

He should have known he would be gone he next day. Mickey had never given him reason to do otherwise.

He wanted him to be his, he knew he needed to show the boy how he felt so he went to his house.

Ian was sitting on the bed indifferent, as Mickey tried to make sense of what he had to say.

He needed him, he would do what ever it took to be able to breath again. He would do anything to feel those soft lips and gentle hands on his body. Ian told him his terms and he scoffed, trying to hold onto what pride he had left. He knew couldn't turn the boy down. He got on his knees, unbuttoned Ian's jeans and took the boy in, Ian's hardness filling his mouth for the first time.

He needed to hear the boy moaning above him, it was reassurance that he was his. He wanted to keep Ian, and for a moment he thought maybe he could.

He should have known living with the boy would be amazing. It was everything he wanted from life and more but it was not enough for Ian.

Ian “ I just want to know if we're a couple or not..”

Mickey” Of course we are”

Ian “ A couple that hides..”

He couldn't give Ian what he wanted fully but he tried. He was open around the boys family and friends but anything else was too dangerous. He couldn't go through that again, not after seeing what happiness was . He couldn't risk it being taken away.

He should have know Ian wouldn't take no for an answer as the boy sat in the back of bar watching. He couldn't stand the looks coming from every direction he felt like his brain and his heart were at war.

He should have known Ian would give him an ultimatum, after all the shit they'd been through why wouldn't he. He called him a pussy and a coward, the words stung but they were true.

He wanted to tell everyone how he felt but he was afraid so he remained silent, until blue met green again. This time the green eyes looked defeated and he knew, he knew there would be no more 2nd chances. He couldn't let his air walk out the door. He needed to breath to survive.

He needed to man up and face his himself, face his fears. He need to be free.

Mickey “I just want everyone here to know I'm fucking gay. Big ol homo..

You happy now?”

He should have known the only person who would care was his father.

The homophobic asshole who made the Milkovich's what they were, fear and violence was all they knew.

He smashed the bottle on his dads head and punches were thrown.

As he fought his family, even as he was pinned underneath his dad, for the first time in his life he felt free. He needed to tell his father more. He needed to prove he wasn't ashamed as they thrashed against the police cars. He couldn't believe he did not get arrested, instead he was released into the arms of everything he had fought for. He sat on the car staring into those emerald eyes.

Once again for Ian Gallagher he was bloody and broken, but this time was worth it.

These battle scars don't look like they're fading Don't look like they're ever going away They ain't never gonna change These battle...

He should have seen the signs. They told him it would only get worse but he refused to listen. He couldn't acknowledge that Ian was sick, that Ian would need a hospital, not his Ian. Not after everything they had been through.

He watched as the boy once full of life lay on his bed void of all emotion.

He tried to speak but he wouldn't listen, tried to touch but he was pushed away.

He could feel cracks forming on his heart like a broken window as he stared down at the boy. Sick or not he was his. He needed to protect him he told himself as he ran his hands through the boys red hair.

He needed to be their for him now more than ever and no one was going to stand in his way. He couldn't let them take him to the hospital, not his Ian. He needed them to stay away. He had patience he could wait, he could wait for him to be better.

Mickey” I can take care of him, let me take care of him until he's better.

“We're taking care of him here, you, me, us! He's fucking family..”

He should have known it wouldn't last long, but he was thankful to have his Ian back. He had created  the closest thing he had to a home with the boy. The whore was no longer just that, she was the mother of his child, slowly becoming his friend. They lived together side by side doing what made them happy with who made them happy.

His son was growing on him as he watched Ian's hold him in his arms.

He needed the kisses goodbye as he left for work in the morning, so he ignored the fast talking and the excessive energy.He needed the boys affection, he craved it. He couldn't have too much, there was no such thing. He would wake up all night to satisfy him.

He should have known something was off when he didn't come home that night.

He couldn't sit around not knowing if Ian was OK, he needed to find him, He needed to hold him and know that he was OK.

He should have known it was to good to be true, he didn't deserve happiness. He was a fool to think anything different. When he heard Ian left with someone else he felt his heart shatter into a million pieces. There had to be another reason, he wouldn't cheat on him, not after every thing they had been through, not after how hard they fought to be together.

These battle scars don't look like they're fading Don't look like they're ever going away They ain't never gonna change These battle...

He needed to know. He sat there with his son just waiting. Feelings he thought were gone were now resurfacing, anger and insecurity. Mickey Milkovich was nobody's bitch but here he was , sitting at home beer in hand wondering if it was all a lie.

He should have known Ian wasn't OK. Blue met green again and Mickey was hurt. When he confronted him about staying out the boy tossed him some cash and said he made a porno ever so casually. The words hit him like a slap in the face. He couldn't believe Ian had cheated on him and was acting like it wasn't a big deal. He needed him to realize that he was not OK. He needed him to understand what he did was not OK, but he wouldn't.

Mickey “ You are going to the psych ward or a fucking ER, it's up to you. Either way you're going to a fucking hospital”

He should have known not to give the boy an ultimatum, he was obviously not OK.

He should have never walked away and  instead waited by the door for the boy to pack his bags.

He couldn't believe that Ian ran from him with his kid. He couldn't believe he was destroying everything they had worked for by not answering his calls. He needed to hear his voice or at least see his name on his screen but instead all he received was silence and the unknown.

He should have known the first time he said those 3 words they would not be face to face, that he would be talking to a machine.

Mickey “ Look shit head this is like the 200th time I'm calling and you not picking up. I'm about to get fucking homicidal. Call me the fuck back Ian”

“I'm worried about you, I love you”

He needed to know he was OK. He needed to see his face. When asked who was he answered

partner..lover.. family

He couldn't turn away from Ian, not when his emerald eyes looked so scared and confused. His innocent face replaced with self loathing.

He needed to see him but it was too much. They had admitted him to a psych ward and what was remaining of his Ian seemed to be gone.

He should have stayed despite feeling uncomfortable. He should have been there when he was released but instead he ran. The voice in his head was back telling him to stop being a coward, it was reminding him the sad lost boy in the metal box was still his Ian. He tried to drown the voice out, he drank and he drank but it was still clear as day. He felt like he couldn't breath again, except this time he felt like he was drowning. He was being suffocated by his feelings of love, anger and confusion. He should have known the moment he lay next to Ian those feelings would go away.

Cause you set me on fire I've never felt so alive, yeah

He couldn't understand the doctors when they said Ian had bipolar. When they said he'd be on medication for the rest of his life. He couldn't understand what sick joke the universe was playing on his green eyed boy. His innocence lost, the light no longer shining behind his emerald eyes.

He needed to learn what Bipolar was. He needed to take care of him. He wanted to take care of him, to help him get better.

No, hoping wounds heal, but it never does That's because you're at war with love

He should have known it wouldn't be that easy.

He should have known Ian would resist. He was always self sufficient, now here he was being reminded to take pills that he hated, reminded not to do this and not to drink that.

He couldn't make him happy anymore. His smile was replaced with a permanent frown, no matter what Mickey did. He couldn't satisfy him anymore, it seemed the spark of skin against skin was now a distant memory as he failed once again to make him hard.

He needed him to know he didn't care. He needed him to know it didn't matter to him, only he did.

He couldn't not take care of him, he loved him. Even when it made Ian upset, he still took care of him.

He should have known he was taking him to their spot.

Ian needed a reminder of what they once were, what he once was.

He couldn't watch as he tried and failed. He knew Ian was in no shape to being trying anything.

He should have known his boys pride was as lost as he was.  He still stood there telling him not to drink because of his meds. Ian would be upset but he didn't care. He needed to take care of him and sometimes, that meant saying things he didn't want to hear. He should have expected the punch to the face but he didn't. As they rolled around in the grass, punching and kicking blue met green again. This time there was a spark behind those emerald eyes. There was a hint of the boy he fell in love with being revealed, and Mickey had never been so happy.

And I'm at the point of breaking And it's impossible to shake it (yeah)

He should have known better.

He should have kicked that bitch Sammie out when he had the chance, instead she was able to stay and sneak into Ian's mind, learning his deepest secrets.

He couldn't stop fighting as he watched Ian being taken away by MP's , not when they finally started becoming what they once were Not after he saw the light in his eyes again.

He couldn't listen when Ian's family told him he was released to his mom but still had not called.

He needed to know he was OK. He needed to know they were OK.  

They were OK weren't they?

They had to be.

Why wouldn't they be?

See, you hoped the wound heals, but it never does That's cause you're at war with love Hope it heals, but it never does

He should have known his calls would go unanswered, but he never stopped trying.

The voice in his head was telling him give up, telling him he tried but he drowned that voice out with a plan.

He should have know he didn't kill Sammie, that was never really his plan. He just wanted to scare her, to hurt her for hurting his green eyed boy.

He couldn't believe his eyes when his phone rang that last time, Ian's name across the screen.

He'd never ran so fast in his life.

That's cause you're at war with love!

He should have known things had changed.

Blue met green and they were strangers. He stood their and poured his heart out to the boy wearing Ian's face but it was no use.

The Ian that had fought for him, that had pushed him to his breaking point was gone.

Mickey “ This is it....this is you breaking up with me..”

He needed to see him, it had been to long. He didn't care if he had changed, in his eyes Ian would always be the boy who burst into his room demanding a gun but taking his heart instead.

He needed to hear his voice, even if the words that came were cold and bitter.

He should have known the kid would get under his skin, that he would find the darkest corner of Mickeys heart and brighten it with his mere presence.

He should have never let himself fall so hard, but fuck he jumped off the fucking cliff.

He was an addict, and Ian Gallagher was his drug. He lay there caressing the tattoo on his chest, tracing the boys misspelled name with his fingers, and he knew. He knew he was in love.

These battle scars don't look like they're fading Don't look like they're ever going away I ain't ever gonna change These battle scars don't look like they're fading Don't look like they're ever going away They ain't never gonna change These battle scars don't look like they're fading Don't look like they're ever going away I ain't never gonna change These battle...

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Why Katy Perry Can’t Save “American Idol”

https://styleveryday.com/2018/03/13/why-katy-perry-cant-save-american-idol/

Why Katy Perry Can’t Save “American Idol”

American Idol judges’ giant head display takes over the Walk of Fame on Hollywood Boulevard, March 12, 2018, in Hollywood.

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Since the announcement early last year that American Idol was coming back on ABC, after wrapping up its supposedly final season on Fox in 2016, most of the excitement about its return centered on the new panel of judges. The trio that ABC ultimately selected is a motley assortment, plucked from across the musical celebrity spectrum: contemporary pop queen Katy Perry, throwback R&B legend Lionel Richie, and the “King of Bro-Country,” Luke Bryan. The controversy over Perry’s $25 million salary probably made the most news, and since the show’s debut, Perry’s antics have garnered most of the attention. But the overall focus on these celebrity judges speaks to a larger problem for Idol that helps explain why the onetime ratings giant lost steam and seems unlikely to regain its former glory.

It’s hard to remember now how Idol grew into a groundbreaking ratings juggernaut, outperforming the Oscars, peaking at 36 million viewers in 2006, and inaugurating a new wave of old-fashioned talent competitions, from America’s Got Talent to The X Factor. It did so by making stars, not hiring them. The original judges — producer Simon Cowell, ’80s pop star Paula Abdul, former A&R executive and bassist Randy Jackson — became iconic as judges, not for bringing their own pop star brands onto the show. But once Abdul, and later Cowell, left the franchise, it was reduced to relying on outside celebrities to attempt to bring audiences in — losing ratings, its own star-making power, and some of its identity as a forum for pop democracy in action. The show’s producers started trying to generate ratings by moving the focus from the contestants to the judges, in a way that distracted from the show’s musical focus and inspirational aura, as the legendary 2013 blowout between Mariah Carey and Nicki Minaj proved.

The show’s uplifting brand became tarnished through these “reality” tactics, which began to seem increasingly desperate as the show’s ratings fell — ending its run on Fox with 9.3 million viewers, a quarter of the audience it drew at its peak — and the later winners failed to graduate to successful (or even visible) careers in the music industry. In contrast, NBC’s The Voice, the kind of competitor that Idol’s success opened the door for, found a more organic way to center its celebrity judges. They were reframed as down-to-earth “coaches” who could relate to the singers onstage, in a role that allowed them to keep their own brands intact (and be replaced, as celebrity schedules inevitably demand, without upsetting the fundamental dynamic of the show).

The fact that Kelly Clarkson, arguably the face of Idol, chose to join The Voice this season as a coach — as well as Idol’s ratings loss to The Voice in its premiere — underlines that the fresher competitor now better represents the earnest authenticity that Idol is struggling to recapture. Everything about the reincarnated Idol, besides the judging panel, is nearly unchanged from its first life — down to the set and Ryan Seacrest’s blinding white smile. And relying on the star power of Katy Perry or her fellow judges to bring in viewers is at best a temporary patch over the changing realities of television and music that made Idol’s promise of blockbuster pop stardom impossible to keep.

Winner Kelly Clarkson embraces fellow contestants during the American Idol Season 1 finale on Sept. 4, 2002.

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Even if you didn’t watch the first season of American Idol in 2002, you might have seen Kelly Clarkson’s coronation from the first finale. It is, by design, one of the most compelling moments of reality television history. YouTube is full of bootleg videos of the moment; one has over 5 million views. Clarkson had just been selected — through 15.5 million phone calls, pre-texting — as the first American Idol. Like a pop Miss America in prom-night curls, she immediately went on to sing the perfectly crafted pop power ballad “A Moment Like This” — cowritten by one of the Swedish pop wizards who helped launch Britney Spears to stardom — which was supposed to become everybody’s prom and wedding anthem. As the song builds, Clarkson makes it her own with her big, belting voice, which begins to crack as she sings “I can’t believe it’s happening to me.” She apologizes for her tears, the camera often turns to her own crying mother, and it all culminates with the other contestants coming in for a group hug and helping her finish the song as her voice breaks.

Clarkson cry-singing “A Moment Like This.”

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That one moment represented what made early American Idol great: a brilliant mixture of pop perfection, unembarrassed sentimentality, and reality television surprise. With its promise of a major label recording contract at the end, it was less amateurish than Star Search, yet it still flourished on the underdog appeal of its contestants. After Clarkson’s win, the entertainment press raised questions about how “amateur” she really was, but the focus and excitement was entirely on her, and such questioning was still entirely in line with what the brand was selling.

Clarkson wasn’t the only previously unknown quantity whose stardom was minted during that first season. Throughout the process of auditions, “Hollywood week,” public voting, eliminations, and results shows, the public also came to know and love (or love to hate) the judges. Cowell, with his be-sweatered pecs and performance of snooty Englishness, seemed almost like a parody of American ideas about critics as effete Europeans. Paula Abdul had disappeared from the music scene, clearly done with her pop moment, and had never really had a defined public personality beyond her brilliant dancing and music videos, so she was a revelation. Witnessing her loopy attempts to frame feedback in positive terms was almost like watching Hallmark spoken word poetry. Randy Jackson was the seemingly objective, level-headed judge, giving practical feedback on singing — often describing performances as “pitchy” — and coining an iconic catchphrase/meme (“gonna be a no from me, dawg”).

The original trio established the perfect template of commentating chemistry: the good cop, the bad cop, and the neutral tiebreaker.

After the auditions phase of each Idol season, the judges acted more like sports commentators than active participants in shaping the contestants’ personas — they were central to the show, but not the center of it. And in retrospect, that original trio established the perfect template of commentating chemistry: the good cop, the bad cop, and the neutral tiebreaker. There was a delightful quality to all this perfect, cheery fakeness, which could be enjoyed both sincerely and as camp. The show, initially itself an underdog, turned unknowns into stars at every level and remained on brand, and growing, for a decade.

The show’s growth was aligned with its mission of launching pop stars, and the drama it generated was primarily about the contestants — both the clashes of different musical styles and their fates on the charts after the show. The second season had the show’s highest-rated finale ever, followed by eager speculation over whether runner-up Clay Aiken would end up outselling winner Ruben Studdard. Season 3’s Jennifer Hudson went on to win an Academy Award and star on Broadway, and Carrie Underwood emerged as the show’s country star in Season 4, which pitted her folksy appeal against Bo Bice’s rocker style.

Idol ratings peaked in Season 5, in 2006, as sexy-sad rock singer Chris Daughtry was upset by Taylor Hicks’s drunk-uncle-at-karaoke act (much to Cowell’s annoyance), though Daughtry ended up massively outselling him. From there, the show’s winners began to blur into a forgettable hegemony of white guys with guitars, punctuated by the spectacle of Season 8 runner-up Adam Lambert as the show’s first not-yet-openly gay pop star in 2009 — arguably the last season the show made news for the right reasons.

Judges Simon Cowell, Paula Abdul, and Randy Jackson on the set of American Idol, broadcast live July 16, 2002.

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Paula Abdul uttered one of the great truths of our time when she declared, on her masterpiece Bravo reality show Hey Paula, that people don’t treat her like the gift that she is. On Idol, she was the gift that kept on giving: a tireless engine of train wreck television and sweet platitudes. But when her salary demands weren’t met for the ninth season — she reportedly wanted a raise from $4 million to $12 million — she tweeted her goodbye. “I’ll miss nurturing all the new talent, but most of all being a part of a show that I helped from day one become an international phenomenon.”

It’s impossible to pinpoint one cause for Idol’s struggles in its later years, as it failed to produce pop stars and ratings declined, but songwriter Kara DioGuardi’s addition as a fourth judge during Abdul’s final season (she was most memorable for her singing battle with “Bikini Girl”) certainly upset the existing balance and chemistry of the judging panel. The show’s falling ratings fell further once Abdul left, and even more tellingly, that was the first season that none of the top four finalists achieved noteworthy singles or sales success.

Ellen DeGeneres joined the panel for Season 9, in what she later called the biggest mistake of her career. Like Abdul, she didn’t want to be mean, but as a professional comedian she gave harsh critiques wrapped in humor (“the line between sexy and scary is a thin line”) without any of Abdul’s loopy charm. (Though she did jump on Cowell’s lap to dispel persistent rumors of a feud.) Ellen’s stint on the show made clear that Abdul was impossible to duplicate, and probably worth every penny. But more importantly, it highlighted the difficulties of bringing established celebrities onto the show in an organic way.

Some critics have argued that Cowell’s departure after Season 9, which both diluted the Idol brand and contributed to TV’s singing-competition overload by bringing The X Factor to the US, put the nail in the coffin of the show’s ratings. But X Factor and post-Cowell Idol both had the exact same problem: They were trying to bring in ratings and recapture the magic of watching no-name artists become big stars, while leaning on static formats and the attraction of famous judges who would inevitably distract viewers from actually paying attention to the contestants.

Big pop stars like Jennifer Lopez have no incentive to pollute their existing brands by becoming a mean Simon or a compellingly zany Paula.

Idol tried to solve the problem by hiring Jennifer Lopez and Steven Tyler for the 2011 season, but neither were distinctive or compelling judging personalities, and even their big names weren’t enough to prevent a major 13% ratings drop. They played their already existing pop personas and seemed more interested in boosting their own careers than adding to the show. As CNN noted, it was unclear if Tyler was promoting Idol or himself. Lopez debuted new videos on the show, performed her own songs, and used the job to launch a further TV career. But big pop stars like Lopez have no incentive to pollute their existing brands by becoming a mean Simon or a compellingly zany Paula. Idol offered these stars in need of a career boost a huge platform, but the celebrity judges got more than they gave, and Idol only slid further into irrelevancy.

While Idol and The X Factor (which recruited Britney Spears, with disappointing results) were struggling with their judging problem, The Voice appeared in 2011, and seemed to find the best role for itself in the new pop landscape by giving the judges, and their interactions with contestants, as much screentime as possible. Featuring Cee Lo Green, Christina Aguilera, Adam Levine, and Blake Shelton in its first season, The Voice purposely framed the judges as coaches and co-conspirators, and made their relationships with the contestants the point of the show: They work together on teams. Because they didn’t have the specter of any original, archetypal judges to compete with, The Voice’s pop star coaches basically played themselves, and the format still worked.

The show also benefited from viewers coming to accept that TV competitions are — for numerous reasons having to do with the way the music industry has shifted — no longer a viable way to instantly mint stars. The Voice’s very name doesn’t promise pop stardom, but rather the chance to craft a style based on “pure” vocal talent, as the famous chair-swiveling shtick of the show’s blind auditions suggests. The turn to live television for the public eliminations on Voice does send some of their songs rushing to the top of iTunes, and this more modest success somehow seems like an acknowledgment of the way that pop stardom — in the age of Spotify playlists and SoundCloud indie rap — can no longer be a big destination predetermined from the top down, but an ongoing process of tiny wins. The complaint against The Voice has always been that it has never launched a star, but arguably, after Adam Lambert, neither did American Idol.

The Voice Season 8 coaches, from left: Adam Levine, Pharrell Williams, Christina Aguilera, and Blake Shelton.

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