The two, the gay, the friends

god, how much i relish every moment with him. An utter delight, i must say! NOT! every moment i am with this poor excuse for a friend i feel my vitality being drained by his utter pessimism and lackluster attitude.

He never even told us he experiences the horrors of all that mankind has known ever known every time he resists his, "illness," called "narcolepsy" or whatever

I mean, how could that even be real??? They made that up for the mysterious Benedict society, it's fiction!

i feel my body languish with his words, my spirit withering with his unpleasant beratement of my being, constantly lambasting my person!!!

xoxo

Avolan

dallas x f! reader who just has such an attitude 😭 like she really cant go five min without some snarky remark to him, but he shuts it down perfectly

just telling him to stfu constantly sounds so funny

“where’d’ya get that ugly thing?” dallas said, a cigarette placed between two of his fingers as he waved his hand towards your shirt.

“dunno, where’d y’get that ugly thing?” you spit back, pointing at his face as you leaned against the wall.

he sneered at you, cheeks hollowing as he took a drag of his cigarette.

“you’re a real feisty girl, y’know that? it almost makes you tuff.”

“whaddya mean ‘almost’? you think you’re tuff?” you said, crossing your arms as you tilted your head at him.

“yeah, actually. i know i am.” he said, furrowing his eyebrows at you.

“keep dreamin’, winston.” you huffed, blowing a small tuft of hair out of your face as you continued to act unbothered.

“wow, real kind of ya.” he turns his head and blows out more smoke, this time in your face.

you rolled your eyes and waved the smoke out of your face as you watched dallas chuckle and look around for anything to do.

a silence fell over the two of you, odd and misplaced but somewhat comfortable.

you lolled your head to the side, connecting and resting on your shoulder as you heard another exhale from him on your left.

and of course he just had to ruin it.

“that shirt is still pretty fuckin’ ugly—“

“shut up, dal.”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ guys, trust me i have 17 requests excluding this one sitting in my inbox. I WILL GET TO YOU 👏

kiss kiss ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

WAITTTTT IMAGINEEEEEE okay, so you and your friends are waiting for a hockey game to start and you decide that you wanted to go get nachos for everyone. So, you go and head to the concession stands but as you are walking someone bumps into you (or you bump into them). You immediately apologize and this person scoffs. You look up and recognize them. Their a hockey player from the opposite team but she’s in crutches. Ohhh, it’s that Williams player, you remember now. “The Wolves?” she questions you as she eyes your Wolves t-shirt. “What’s so good about them?” she looks out towards the rink and back towards you, “the only thing their good at is helping other teams win” she continues smirking. You roll your eyes at her comment, “the only thing you Broncs are good at is being too cocky… and look where that got you” you eye the brace on her right foot. She chuckles as she looks down, “Yeah, you’re right but even if I wasn’t cocky I’d still think about how I’ll change that wolf jersey shirt to my jersey but you know…” She pauses and her smirk expands, “I’m too cocky” and then walks away.

UGHHHHH i feel like this is cringe like I thought of something better but I can’t form words 🫤. If this does good I’ll post a better one 🤷‍♀️.

Also I private a lot stories of mine bc I didn’t like them.

GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME 😡

what….uhh what happened

This fanfic sum up my thoughts about Shinichiro Sano

Unlike Manjiro this guy successfully can hide his own deepest darkest sides with a easy going smile. The fact he actually turn into delinquency and choose to push forward the legacy to his own brother and well the killing of homeless Time leaper is enough to make you see. Unlike the idolization of Shinichiro Sano, by the series, he is a genuine guy with good intentions but well enough to remember he have his own issues and I want to explore in writing.

these two can't stay away from each other

i had a nightmare last night and my enemy in the nightmare was darkles and he promised to haunt me on tumblr once i woke up. i went to find him first to get him before he got me. i found your page as the too suggested. if you know ANYTHING about this i request a truce. because darkles, my enemy i have found you first.

THIS MADE ME SPIT OUT MY DRINK IM SOBBINGAKSKJDSKL

i guess we’re mortal enemies now my love 💗

"youve already written that trope" yesss. i like it a lots. i will be writing it again. 1000 stories of the same trope over and over again for ten million years

One of the funniest things about enemies-to-lovers ships is how they’re almost always obsessed with each other. Like if a character actively chooses to interact with another character over and over again instead of simply ignoring them? Throw darts at it all you want, but you still printed out a picture of them to hang on your wall

Charlie would definitely make her dad participate in the hotel exercises lmao

Alastor: “Now, let’s talk about literally anything else please!”

Me: “Good! Cause I don’t know where you went so I can’t go further with this!😂”

while frustrating, the funniest response to historical erasure of same sex couples is people wildly overcorrecting and assuming any interaction between two men in history was a secret homosexual relationship covered up by Big Historian. i saw someone on r/sapphoandherfriend sincerely ask if Thomas Jefferson and John Adams were lovers.

i want you carnally *shoves a knife into your abdomen*

Okay YALL, hear me out, what if John Wilkes Booth and Abraham Lincoln were secretly having an affair? And what if people started suspecting that Abe and John were hooking up so Abe told John that they couldn’t meet up anymore, which made John mad so he basically went “if I can’t have you no one can” and that’s why he killed him??

in internet posts it is easy to cut them out of your life. they are hurting you! they aren't listening to you!

they held your hair back. they lent you lipstick. they held your hand at the train station and got you home safe. they rounded on your bully, got loud, said get fucked, spitting-mad in your defense.

they also cut the hair off again. told you that you should really think twice before wearing something like that. took you for granted. took your insecurities and threw them in your face again.

you know logically it should be easy. all the internet advice comments always read it will feel better. like an equation - if a person is rotten, you just remove them. you pull the tooth that's hurting.

but it was never a big flare-up moment. you don't live in a sitcom. they never tried to take your boyfriend or steal from your apartment. they showed up to birthdays and they wrote songs about you and bring you water without you asking. once you found out they carry an emergency inhaler for you, even though you haven't had an asthma attack in years - just in case.

where is the line? people fuck up. sometimes they fuck up badly. sometimes people have raw personalities, like a powerline, and being around them is dangerous. addicting. sometimes they can't help themselves, but you know they're trying. sometimes they are just rough-around-the-edges. sometimes they don't even realize how they sounded when they said that. sometimes it's just - you've both loved each other for so long now, the way this thing hurts goes back to the root.

and that's the fucked up part. you have pushed your fingers against the sweetheart of memory. things these days are electric, tense, harrowing. they didn't used to be. there were a lot of good days in there. sometimes you want to just close your eyes and say can this be over yet? do we still need to be fighting?

doing that would give up any chance you get of getting an apology, but you don't always know that you need an apology, you love them. once they flaked on your birthday party. once they told you to get over it, people are always dying. they also let you crash on their couch for a week after the breakup, handfeeding you when you were so sad you couldn't eat. they are also judgmental about everything, occasionally react to banal statements with an attitude that is weird and fiery. they also love you like a lighthouse sometimes, so strong they cut the storm like lightning.

but the problem is that you might be storm. you might be the thing that needs breaking. what if you are two forces who are desperately, horribly drawn to each other, shaped by the other person's passions, and both good for each other and bad in equal measure.

what if you're both just people, and you're no saint neither.

just cut them off! swallowing the saltwater, you catch yourself in the mirror. you've been shaking more than usual. there's an ache in you that is oblique, loud, impossible to soothe. is this what it looks like? when life is "easier"?

your mouth will always have a hole, is the thing, if you remove the tooth.