#i genuinely hate writing so I’m suprised this exists
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This gif perfectly encapsulates what I love about Tome. All girls have been this gif. Like remember having undiagnosed mental issues and your family makes you go on an outing that should be fun but you’re just pissed off constantly because youre a 14 year old girl? Tome gets it.
Like YOU’RE GOING SOMEWHERE TO DO SOMETHING THAT SPECIFICALLY PERTAINS TO YOUR INTERESTS. But youre a 14 year old girl and nobody will ever take you seriously and you’ve just got this pit of hopelessness in your stomach despite the fact that nothing is technically wrong
so even though youre on an outing planned for you you can’t shake the feeling that everyone is just making fun of you for being so upset over seemingly nothing. These are your friends and family, you deep down they wouldnt do that, but why else would they go out of their way?
They certainly wouldn’t do it for you, right? I mean nothing’s even technically wrong. You’re just being a crybaby and they all must think youre just being a dramatic teenage girl. And you are and you know that you are so why can’t you just get over it and be normal?
And when you finally can’t take the pain that’s screaming in your chest because everything feels wrong wrong and everything is going wrong and everything is wrong wrong wrong you can’t help but cry. And you’re embarrassed and you’re furious and you’re supposed to be mature and you’re supposed to not care but you cry.
Crying feels worse than the growing internal discomfort did because now everyone is looking at you. They’re staring in uncomfortable suprise at what you’re sure is the most unsuprising sight in the world - a 14 year old girl crying. You want to go home but you can’t. You’re 14. You can’t do anything on your own.
You react to the terrifying ordeal of being reacted to the only way you know how - with anger. You monologue through hot tears and sobs and snot how you didn’t even wanna be here and how you just *know* everyone is just doing this to make fun of you and how they should just go on ahead and leave you wherever you are (you know this can’t happen. They wouldn’t leave a 14 year old girl somewhere unfamiliar on her own) and something in you hopes that they’ll yell back, that they’ll treat you like you’re irrational and make you feel justified in your anger.
…But that doesn’t happen. The silence persists but you realize that it’s more contemplative than judgemental. They’re not afraid of you, though you think they should be. Rather than letting them say something sentimental about caring and being concerned or any sappy bullshit that will only serve to make you cry more, you wipe your face on your sleeve continue on your journey.
The day gets better. After everyone gathers that no, you don’t wanna talk about it, it almost feels like nothing happened to begin with- besides the slight exhaustion you feel every time you blink and the intense stress sweat you choose to blame on anything else.
By the time you get home, the day is mentally logged as a good day. You decide - albeit tentatively - that maybe you’re going to be ok. Maybe you won’t be a 14 year old girl forever.
You go to bed and have the best sleep you’ve had in months.
#mp100#tome kurata#ramblings#free to rb#though I’m sure nobody will LOL this is not anything#i didnt even mean to write all that#tome just brings out everything in me#like i see her and its like looking at me when i was in middle school#sorry if this is stupid i am not a writer#i genuinely hate writing so I’m suprised this exists#everything about here makes my heart ache with familiarity and love#mob psycho 100#tome mob psycho#something about being 14#being a 14 year old audhd unpopular girl who has yet to find out shes a lesbian is something tome could do in her sleep#and i salute her for that bc i also did that once#idgaf about the military they have nothing on being a 14 year old girl
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Hi me again! Could I request Spencer Reid x trans male reader (ftm) with the prompts
“Please stay” and “It’s cold when your gone”
Where the 2 r js cuddling bc some asshole at y/ns work said some shit abt him being trans
Maybe a bit of making out but fs like kisses
Ty luv 🫶
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A/N: hey 🦭, thank you for my first ever Spencer Reid request! This was a great experience to write and I hope you like it:]
Meliorism
WORDS: 850
MELIORISM (n.) the belief that the world gets better; the belief that humans can improve the world
Spencer Reid x FTM reader
SPENCER YOU
Spencer had 3 main amazing talents. His eidetic memory, which allowed him to recall the tiniest visual details of the things he sees, even if briefly. Reid could also read 20,000 words a minute, finishing books that would take a regular person multiple days in only a few hours. These are well known about Spencer, but, his third talent is something only you’ve experienced. He has the ability to read your emotions perfectly.
If he hadn’t already explained that the ability to be a genuine mind reader would require factors that don’t exist in our world, you would’ve been sure he was one. No matter how insignificant the feeling, Dr. Spencer Walter Reid knew you felt it. So it was no suprise when he was already at the door when you arrived home, scooping you into a hug and kissing your forehead.
Daniel said something again didn’t he? You know, even after one transphobic comment the U.S Equal Employment Opportunity Commission says that he can be fired. I’m sorry he does this Y/N, you deserve better. You let out a small chuckle as he continues to ramble about different papers and documents he’s read that could help. Just knowing how much Spencer wants to help makes the hurt you feel evaporate away for a bit.
I’m gonna be ok Spence, it just hurts to hear those things. Especially because he was a work friend before he found out I’m trans. You broke away from the hug to shrug the burgundy coat off your body, placing it on the coat rack before grabbing Spencer’s hand & walking towards your shared bedroom. I know Y/N, but you’re just too great of a guy to have to put up with hateful speech. Is there anything I can do to make you feel better? I just want to lay down and watch a show, is Star Trek alright? He smiles, matching the small one on your face as he nods.
Sounds perfect! Did you know that Star Trek actually has very little physics mistakes? Considering the time it was- Spencer’s phone rings, cutting off a rant you were honestly interested in hearing. He answers, the corners of his mouth dropping back down as he exhales. He nods his head a few times before excusing himself to the person on the other end of the phone. Sorry Hotch, just a moment. You’re now back to feeling the same disappointment you had earlier, Aaron only calls after 6:00pm when there’s a case.
Y/N, im so sorry, Reid cups your face with his left hand. There’s a briefing for a case, we leave early tomorrow. Please stay. You lean your face into his hand even more. I know it’s selfish, but I just don’t want to be alone…. Its not selfish. A quiet silence fills the moment. Spencer examines you for a second before placing a gentle kiss on your lips. He guides you onto the bed, pulling off your shoes and turning on Star Trek. He exits the room and moves the phone back to his ear. You sigh, knowing that the case is important or he would’ve stayed.
Surprisingly, Spence re enters about 10 minutes later, with waters and your favorite snack. I thought- I can read the case files on the flight tomorrow. There’s more than enough time and Hotch said he’d fill me in on any other information needed. You hug his side as he sits down, pulling yourself close enough to rest your head on his shoulder as you watch the show. Thank you Spence. It’s better when you’re here, the house is so cold when I’m alone. He turns your head to face his, you come first Y/N, always.
Both leaning in for a slightly intense kiss, time passes and you realize 1 and 1/2 episodes have played in the background. You two had got so caught up in eachother that the tv noise had been completely forgotten. Spencer shares one more peck, before turning back to the screen. I thought you just wanted to lay down and watch a show? We haven’t done very much of that have we? A snicker escapes you as your eyes roll playfully.
Alright, I know. You’ve seen this show a hundred times- 68 and 3/5ths. Reid beams at you as you raise an eyebrow. Ok, you’ve seen this show 68 & 3/5ths times, what’s happened so far in this episode?
He begins to tell you all the needed context for the episode, and then some extra. You lean back against his shoulder and you two hold the hands closest to eachother, the horrible day of work completely forgotten.
Spencer tended to do that. He made all your bad days turn into good ones. You knew no matter how many people tried to hurt you, to tear away your happiness, that people like Spencer Reid existed. People who spend everyday trying to fix this broken world. You knew that meeting Spencer and falling in love with him was the luckiest thing a guy like you could do.
#glb fan fiction#criminal minds#spencer reid#criminal minds spencer reid#cm spencer reid#spencer reid cm#spencer reid x male reader#spencer reid x trans reader#spencer reid x reader#cm reid#reid cm#male reader#criminal minds fan fiction#spencer reid request#trans reader#ftm reader#glb requests#🦭 anon
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tease
never getting a break from all the teasing.
pairing : kuroo x reader
warnings : nsfw(ish)
summary : it’s to no suprise you’d fall for him for his teasing, but was he genuine from all those tease?
a/n: i actually wanted to upload a angsty bokuto x reader but i kept rewriting over and over because it wasn’t self-satisfactory. im sorry TmT, instead here’s another thirsty kuroo writeup fufufu.
(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ kuroo tetsurou ♥
everytime he’s around, you could hear your heart beat so aggresively. everything about him was absolutely stunning. his biceps, his thighs, his smirk...his tease. it was to no surprise you’d fall for kuroo tetsurou just from his daily flirts. his whispers to your ear, his hand over your shoulder, him teasing about the height difference, and it goes on and on.
but you started feeling more skeptical after noticing that he practically does the same thing to other girls. it felt like you were just being used to satisfy his needs. but there’s no turning back, you’re deadly in love with that rooster-hair bastard. you tried every way to get over him. not acknowledging to his flirts, pushing his hand when it rests on your shoulder, ignoring him during class and practice and just- treating him as if he doesn’t even exist anymore. but no matter how many times you try to shrug him off, he always finds a way to get your attention. be it untying the knots of your shoes, pulling out your hair tie and standing up so you can’t reach it, or just sending winks when he caught you glancing his direction.
you hated it. you hated it all. but part of you wants more, you want more of his attention. the way he smirks, the way he purposely pushes his body closer to yours, and you can smell his strong cologne. but the fact he does it to every girl, it’s just absurd. you want it all to yourself, and no one else can experience it.
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“see ya, y/n !” lev exclaimed before getting his butt kicked by yaku.
“yup, see you !!” you waved goodbye before turning back to your clipboard. you sighed a relief before placing it on the floor and keeping all the equipment back to the storage room.
you were pushing the basket of volleyballs when the wheel caught up with the door and it tumbled over, the volleyballs rolling around. you sighed heavily before painstakingly picking up the balls and placing it back into the basket. you were about to reach the ball that was rolling out to storage room when a tall figure came and picked it up, twirling it in his hands. you looked up to see kuroo, staring back down at you with a smirk.
“aww, someone’s having trouble?” and the teasing began. you scoffed before snatching the ball out of his hands and throwing it back to the basket.
“don’t have to be so angry~” he cooed. he stood by the door and watched you organize the storage room, staring at your back and to the nekoma’s jacket you were wearing.
“say, you look really really hot in that jacket-”
“oh would you please give me a break !” you cut him off. he was silent and surprised by your sudden outburst. you turned to him, your brows furrowed and your hands balled up in a fist.
“don’t you ever get tiring of teasing me? look i get it ! you’re hot ! that doesn’t mean you can just- just- play with my feelings !” you stuttered. your eyes were getting blurry and you felt a tear fell. you opened your mouth once more, but there was no words coming out. you felt like your heart stopped. you heaved out a sigh before relaxing your tensed up muscles.
“look, if it doesn’t mean anything to you, just sto-”
“doesn’t mean anything, to me?” his tone was deep, serious, and very intimidating. you looked up slowly and kuroo was already making his way towards you, holding onto your shoulders to pushing your back towards the wall.
pinning you down , he blocked your sides with his hand to avoid you from escaping. it was a moment of silence before he spoke.
“y/n, look at me.” you refuse to obliged. you continue to stare down to the ground, avoiding eye contact. his hand then cupped your cheeks, and forcing it to face him. before you knew it, kuroo smashed his lips to yours. you flinched from his sudden actions, but the kiss drived you crazy. his soft lips just hovering over yours, the soft moans he makes, and how he pushed his whole body against yours to kiss you deeper. you couldn’t help but wrapped your arms around his neck, and slightly gaping your mouth for entrance. both your tongues fought for dominance, and kuroo clearly won. you felt his arm snaked around your waist, while the other groped your ass cheeks, squeezing it from time to time.
the kiss was really heaty. you won’t deny the fact that it could have escalated if you weren’t on school grounds. you both were just tasting each other, a string of saliva stretching out whenever you broke the kiss to gasp air before smashing your lips back to his. the kiss started to get more sloppy, and that was when you both broke it off, panting for air as you both stared into each other’s eyes. kuroo giggled slightly before tucking the hair that was falling over your face.
“if it meant nothing, i wouldn’t have kiss you.” you felt your cheeks flushed red. you covered your face with your hands from embarrassment before you felt two strong arms detaching it from your face.
“if it’s not obvious yet, i love you, y/n. only you. non of the girls matter, but you.” he pecked your cheek before pulling you into a tight hug, stroking your hair as you bury your face onto his chest.
“i..i love you too..” you whispered before wrapping your arms around his waist.
“by the way, you were a really good kisser. wasn’t that your first? where have you been learning, porn?” he couldn’t help but annoy you still, even at a moment like this.
“shut up before i rip your hair out <3″
------𝕜𝕦𝕣𝕠𝕠 𝕥𝕖𝕥𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕠𝕦 ------
a/n: im finally free from tests akskaks, it won’t be long until my exams come up but at least i’m free for now hhhh. i’ll try to write more but my brain is deteriorating so it may take a while TmT. my ask box is still open until further notice, so feel free to send requests or just slap me some questions i dont mind aksksk.
#haikyuu imagines#haikyuu headcanons#haikyuu#haikyu#haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader#haikyuu scenarios#Kuroo Tetsurou#kuroo x reader#kuroo scenarios#kuroo tetsuro x reader#kuroo headcanons#haikyuu kuroo#hq kuroo#haikyuu x y/n#haikyuu x you#kuroo#haikyuu kuroo tetsuro#haikyuu nekoma#kuroo tetsurō#kuroo scenario
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I've been following you for a while but I dont know all that much about your OCs so how about a big resume of them all?? :DDD
I haven't really posted much about them on this account until recently so that doesn't really suprise me 😅 but yeah I absolutely can! Warning though this is going to be unbelievably long
I guess I should start off with Zensuke because he is THE gay purple cat. I named this blog after this guy. I made him when I was probably like 12-13 or around there so he had all the things you'd expect a repressed edgy kid's of to have. He was basically a demon who managed to get out of thier world's equivalent of hell and instead of doing anything evil he just made cake and got married to the guard who was supposed to kill him. I don't really do much with him anymore but I still love him very much.
Corbinian is probably the character I talk most about and he's the one I edit to fit into different worlds the most. He was a normal doctor but he got his memory wiped by robots and ended up working as an executioner for the robotic mafia, but eventually got caught and had to hide out in Lobotomy (he was originally a Lobotomy Corp oc) where he discovered he can extract abnormality dna and with some altering the dna can be injected into humans causing a variety of different mutations and effects. He's usually very heartless and manipulative, but does have a soft spot, usually for anxious, soft spoken people, who subconsciously remind him of his brother (who is a friends if so I can't really get into him). He also was given a variety of nicknames by the higher ups, like Corb, Corn chip, Corb on the Orb, or just Corn. Je
Corble is the result of Corb trying out human cloning. He has the same general appearance as Corbinian, but with purple hair (hence the name, because he's porble corb) that's styled differently. Since the experiment was technically a failure Corb was going to kill him, but Corble was really sweet and innocent and Corb basically went "well great guess I adopted my clone then". Corb stopped messing with cloning but adores Corble.
Might as well get all of my Lobotomy ocs out of the way. Oliver is the first Lobotomy oc I ever made, which is funny because I may or may not constantly forget that he exists. Oliver is basically a five year old kid in an adults body, and I mean that literally, because his parents basically locked him in a room and ignored him so his mental age is basically that of a kids. He's very mischievous and loves pulling pranks on people, most of which are harmless. Unless it's Corb, whom Oliver gates with a passion. Then it's thinly veiled murder attempts disgusted as pranks. He loves Fairy tales, and only works with fairy tale abnormalities because he panics with any other kind. Only one person in the entire facility can even put up with him, and that's Mabel.
Mabel is trans lesbian who can find the good in almost anyone. She's optimistic, bubbly, and has a great sense of humor. She tends to get really flustered around women though. Is it obvious I kinda projected onto her a bit? Because I did. If she wasn't in Lobotomy she'd definitely be a streamer. I'm just now realizing I basically made snapcube before I knew who that was. Whoops.
Up next is Adam! Adam is quiet, nervous, and honestly just prefers to not be noticed. Their ability to almost seamlessly blend into thier surroundings is astounding. Most people (me included) tend to just forget they exist. Which honestly is funny because they end up dating the loudest, most cocky person in the entire facility. Adam loves horror movies and spicy food.
Kieth is the loudest, most cocky person in the entire facility. He's the adopted son of a sephirah and the leader of the Rabbit team so that much is unavoidable. He's quick to anger, blunt, and tends to underestimate other people. However, he's also loyal to a fault, and willing to back his friends up no matter what. He feels like his mom's are expecting him to live up to expectations that he can't (and that they don't have but he doesn't realize that), so he's constantly throwing himself in harm's way to desperately try to prove to them that they made a good investment by adopting him or die trying. His two passions in life are collecting weapons and tending to rabbits, two of which he managed to train to sit on his shoulders and attack people. Despite being total opposites he loves Adam very much and will endure any horror movie with them, even if he's a huge scaredy cat.
Damien doesn't gave that much development, unfortunately. He came from a very religious household, moved out, and frequently gets possessed by an abnormality who makes him act like a cryptid. Totally normal stuff. He also went to law school.
Zephyr is a very, very serious individual. They've got a completely monotone color palette, speak either in short, blunt sentences or long, fanciful paragraphs with no in between, and tend to come off as cold and stiff. They're completely devoted to work, which is how they managed to become a captain. Despite this, they're very kind and caring, but unfortunately rarely get to show that side of themselves unless it's with Jamison, thier partner, both in crime and in the romantic sense. They also have a love/hate relationship with Owen, basically openly hating his guts but also enjoys thier banter and would hate if anything genuinely awful happened to them or his family.
Jamison is the complete opposite of Zephyr. He's an open book, very colorful, and tends to slack of when Zephyr isn't looking. Not on purpose, he just tends to get distracted most of the time. He's quite popular because he's very cheerful, which is rare in the higher ranks of Lobotomy. He'd absolutely die for Zephyr, and us usually the one who patches thier wounds. He really doesn't like Owen and thinks thier a pain in the ass, but keeps that to himself most of the time.
Owen is..... Interesting. I kinda went buck wild with him not gonna lie. He's one of the oldest son's of the God of Nightmares and Fire, an absolute agent of choas, and a campy fashion nightmare. But... I love them. They're both unbelievably obnoxious and also very caring. He's the kind of character you'd love but also hate at the same time. He also ended up becoming the God of Death in one timeline. If he wasn't God they'd probably run makeup guru/cursed amsr YouTube channel. Honestly he'd still run those as a God though. Also gender is a toy store and Owen is a kid who broke in after dark and is running along pushing all of the assorted genders into a cart while laughing maniacally (they use any pronouns but I stuck to just he/him they/them for this little snippet)
Alright, Lobotomy ocs done. Up next is.... Ugh... Octavious. He's originally a Danganronpa oc, the shsl gossip, and he was made to be a villian and by God does it show. He's the most fake, back stabbing, two faced character I've ever made. He's also the most one dimensional, which was actually intensional. He has no personality beyond being a petty, lying bitch, so when he runs out of lies and rumors to spread he goes into an existential crisis about how he has virtually no identity until he makes some new lie up about some random person. He's also abusive towards his younger sibling Aspyn, whom he has both physically and emotionally scarred. And, the icing on the "fuck this guy" cake, he's incredibly obsessive over his "wife" Melissa, who wants nothing to do with him and never even dated him, let alone married him. Basically he's a horrible, lying, abusive stalker. He also dresses exclusively in eye burn pink since the most poisonous bugs are usually brightly colored. Fuck Octavious, all my homies hate Octavious.
Next is Melissa, who honestly wasn't much better before her arc. She was raised to believe that in order to truely succeed in life, you have to ensure others fail. She, unfortunately, took that advice to heart. Get arc consisted of learning that we all can succeed together and that actively fucking other people over just made her an awful person, so she changed her behavior and tried to help people from then on out. She's incredibly meticulous, organized, and really smart. She still has issues trusting, but she's getting better. She has a crush on Octavious's younger sibling, but absolutely despises Octavious.
Aspyn is a quiet, caring individual who has no confidence both due to Octavious and just how they were raised. They are an incredibly skilled doctor, however, managing to perform amazingly in several different fields. They are, however, very defensive about thier passions, quick to insult anyone who questions them, mainly due to Octavious. They have a huge crush Melissa, but is to afraid to ask her out. Also they wear an eye patch because Octavious messed up one of thier eyes.
Hooo boy where to start with Edward. He's really inconsistent between universes, but the main constants are his power (he can trade bodies with people), him and Max getting together, him being a huge bookworm, and somehow he usually ends up being my self inserts dad???? Hos other aspects tend to change. Sometimes he's a power hungry megalomaniac who's trying to take over the world and will crush anyone and everyone who gets in his way or isn't useful to him, using his power evily to stay young forever by trading bodies with his kids and killing them when they're in his body. Other times, he's a fairly calm, if not a little cold, man whos biggest crime is the occasional tax evasion, who's power is more of a curse, causing him to stay alive forever through a series of unfortunate coincidences. Either way he's fun to write
Max is one of my favorite characters. He loves baking, his friends and family, he isn't too bright but no one holds that against him. Unfortunately, no matter which side of Edward it is, he's hopelessly in love with him, which can lead to his downfall. He's very protective of his cousin Heron, and tries to protect the innocent, which he usually doesn't end up doing thanks to evil Edwards manipulation. I also somehow failed to mention he's a plant man and flowers sprout wherever he walks and he can control plants but I couldn't find a good way to fit that in naturally.
Heron is half a plant man, in the worst possible way. He has rose vines instead of blood, which feels exactly how you think it would. Magic keeps his alive luckily, but it's unbelievably painful. Most of him and Max's family died when they were young, and unlike Mac who ended up on the streets, Heron ended up in an orphanage, where he learned at a young age that he shouldn't get close to anyone because if he does, they'd die. He genuinely believes that, and the only person he thinks is immune, is his cousin Max, who he even still expects to drop dead. Heron mainly fights by breaking his skin so his vines will grow rapidly and trap and kill his attacker, which looking back is uh. Kinda symbolic. I didn't do that on purpose but it fits
Eden is an angel, who was outcasted from heaven after being framed for a crime they didn't commit. They don't understand how humans work, but is trying thier best to fit in. He's one of the few beings Heron trusts, and even still Heron doesn't trust them much because of Eden's ability, being able to control holy flames. Eden is stoic and aloof, with an odd sense of humor. He insists that him baking using his holy flames is a form of training. Despite them claiming to be above human emotions, they very much are not above them and he is actually quite emotional.
Avocado is one of Herons old friends, who fell victim to Herons "luck" (aka they died). They are a drider (basically spider centaur) who came from a large family of drider thieves. They are very quiet and kind, which they use to thier advantage, since one would thing they'd steal small objects from people's houses or pickpocket them, which Avocado very much does. While they're fairly weak in combat thier thieving skills are not to be underestimated.
Grape is Avocados older sibling, and they are very serious and quite rude. Grape wants to kill Heron to avenge thier sibling, but ends up getting caught robbing the wrong person and ends up having to join the person's kids adventuring party.
Apple is the oldest drider sibling, and ends up taking a motherly role for all of the younger kids. They had to grow up incredibly fast, and has to make all of the hard decisions in place of thier dying father. Desperately needs a break.
There's more spider siblings but there isn't much info on them
Both Sherry and Theodore Poser are mainly just there because I have them really fun designs and don't really have a personality. Sherry's kinda hard to draw though
#this took forever but oh well#im also not tagging every individual oc lol#asks#aki no nyo#gay purple ocs#gay purple posts#long post
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The Things We Do - Part 5
Masterlist (x)
A/N: This chapter is in Elijah’s POV. I try to write the next chapters in mixed POVs
English is not my first language
→ I do not own anything of the TVD - Universe and I’m not affiliated or associated with the writers etc. this is only a headcanon.
Pairing: Kalijah ( Katherine / Elijah )
Setting: post TVD 4x23, no cured Katherine.
TW: none
Word Count: 3.044
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When he had decided to search for her, he hadn’t expected such an outgoing. Perhaps he didn’t thought this through, perhaps he made it too easy. He had told himself that he was prepared. He thought, hoped, that the cause of his visit was unnecessary, anyway - just a precautionary measure.
He remembered Rebekah’s rant and the way she spoke about Katherine’s and Elena’s fight, but mostly about the cure she wanted for herself. His sister had quite the temper and her words weighted heavy on him. He had to assume the worst. He couldn’t forgive himself if he wouldn’t take action when believing Katherine might want to plot against his family. He knew that she could be very vengeful, but she was determined as well. If she had the chance to get her freedom – the freedom she certainly deserves – she would do everything for it. She already told him she could shove the cure down Klaus’s throat but she wouldn’t to it because of him. But after he left, she had no reason to stop her aim. In fact, he thought it was within the realm of possibitly that she could act out of anger. He knew many people who forgot every caution just to get revenge. He just wanted to make sure she wouldn’t do something she’ll regret. He had to make sure to prevent her from doing something which would danger her.
He thought he was prepared to meet her again. Prepared to not let her fool him, to not get twisted around her fingers. He knew how seducing she could get and he knew about his own disease of wanting to believe her. He also knew she wouldn’t be pleased to see him, whether it was because he had left her or he came to prevent her from reaching her goal. He thought if he stayed calm, perhaps even cold, it would be easier to make the right decisions. To successfully prevent her from whatever she might be planning or plotting and then leave. He thought it would be easy to be successful in his mission.
But he was wrong.
He wasn’t prepared for this situation. At least not in this way. She acted like her fate was already sealed, even if he had no intention of harming her. Even if she indeed tried to make a move against his family, even then, he wouldn’t harm her. He just couldn’t do that. So her continued accusations of him wanting to kill her were suprising and – considering he already made his point of view clear – absurd.
He didn’t want to hear any of the nonsense she seemed to believe. He didn’t even want to believe that she thought he could get some kind of disgusting enjoyment out of her situation. He wasn’t Niklaus. That look in her brown eyes, that pure fear of him, and her unshaken believe he wanted to kill her, made him feel physically sick.
But it wasn’t only these things, which caused his mixed feelings. When hearing she hadn’t had the cure nor whished to use it on Niklaus, he was relieved. He exhaled, only noticing now how strained he was. He thought the situation would ease now, that she wouldn’t be afraid of him anymore. He hoped she’d calm down, but he was wrong. She started a rant and naturally he felt provoked.
When she started to throw those words at him, accusations he wouldn’t tolerate for a second - if it was another person, he would have ripped that persons heart out right now. But is was her, still his Katerina. Even though she seemed to challenge him now, trying to break down his reserve, his calm appereance. It was hard to stay calm, to not interrupt her. In fact he was rather surprised as he had never seen such an outburst from her. She wasn’t right, he could never kill her nor leave her to Niklaus. God knows what he would do to her and he didn’t want to find out.
He felt his calmness go, he felt it slip with every word which left her mouth. It would be too tempting to choose harsher words, to make her understand. But he controlled himself, just staring at her. Only his voice showed that he’s upset, he would even called it angered, when he tried to explain himself. He doesn’t like to repeat himself, especially not to something as aburd as her accusations. He thought he made himself clear before.
But nevertheless how many times he repeated his words, no matter how many times he made clear that he didn’t plan on harming her, she didn’t seem to believe him. She didn’t seem to trust him. Her following words confirmed that. And once again he was surprised by her choice of words. That she implied that he never cared for her, that he never felt anything for her. She didn’t know how wrong she was. He did not only care about her in the past, he still does in some kind of way. If he wouldn’t, he would have acted differently. If he wouldn’t care for her, he wouldn’t even tried to have a talk with her. He would have brought down everyone who would put his family in danger, who dared to threaten his family.
Nevertheless he couldn’t deny that she tempted him. Angered him. He was about to reach his limits of staying calm. Her words, her false accusations angered him, more than anything else, which lead to a cold stare. How was he supposed to stay calm if she is accusing him of faking his intentions towards her? He doesn’t let himself care too easily, yet alone love someone. It’s almost like she’s mocking his feelings regarding her. He wouldn’t let her call him a liar, especially not because she was the one who wasn’t honest with him.
But the more she raged on, the more his anger disappeared, letting a new, strange feeling in.
» You promised me to speak to Klaus, to give him the cure as my compensation for my freedom. You promised me! (...) I have loved you, I have trusted you! (...) But what can I expect? You wanted to know what Elena said to me? What good would you be to anyone? You’re the definition of damaged goods. No wonder Elijah left you. And do you know what? She’s probably right. You chased after a person who doesn’t exist anymore. You were in love with Katerina, the person I was hundreds of years ago. She was the one you are in love with, but you never loved me. The person I’m today is nothing but a heartless monster, a broken toy no one wants. I’m good for being messed around with but for nothing more. Why should someone want to love a monster? Someone who became a killer in order to survive? Why should anyone want to let me have happiness? Why should anyone care about me? I’ve trusted you, Elijah. I thought I could have a life with you. I felt safe with you. I was weary of running, I wanted to rest, to be happy. But what did you do? You threw me away like garbage. You betrayed me. How should I ever trust you again? «
Those words haunted him, digging deep into him, cutting into him like knives. He let her words sink in, deeply. He felt himself being torn between trying to stay calm, to not let her words hit him, but he couldn’t fight the pain which filled him. Her words pained him. Her tears pained him. More than it should. More that he would have imagined. He felt himself break more and more.
It was the moment that he realized he lied to himself.
She loved him. She loved him as he did love her. Even though he tried to convince himself to stop caring for her. He guessed he failed in doing so, it was only now that he realized he never stopped loving her despite trying to forget her when he moved to New Orleans. He never did. And that’s the real reason of why he’s been here. Not only because he wanted to prevent any harm coming to his family, he also wanted to prevent her from doing something which could threaten her life. He wanted to protect her, despite feeling used and fooled - which was probably another lie he told himself, too.
If he was honest, absolute honest, with himself now, he hadn’t believed that she toyed with him. He doubted her after speaking with Elena, that’s true. He would admit that Elena had gotten into him. Part of him wanted to believe Katerina, especially after she gave him the cure without asking anything in return. Part of him knew that she was honest with him. But there was another part too, questioning her and her motives. He decided to just believe the lie he told himself - that she didn’t care for him, that she’s just using him. He deliberately let the seed of mistrust grow, which was planted by Elena. A mistake!
He disavowed Katerina’s feelings, he disavowed that her feelings were indeed true and genuine. He had hurt her - and in his blindness he hadn’t even realized how much he had hurt her when he doubted her feelings. Just because he chose to believe a lie.
However, his decision of leaving her and going to New Orleans had other reasons, it wasn’t about about doubting her feelings or him not loving her anymore. It was about protecting her. No, he is in love with her since their time in England. She held his affection the minute he laid his eyes on her. He didn’t fell in love often, actually it was rare that he feels something for someone who wasn’t his family. But if he falls for someone, his love runs deep.
Yet, it was sometimes necessary to let someone go. It broke his heart to leave her behind. It pained him that he couldn’t give her some sort of happiness or the freedom he promised her. He felt like being torn apart. It was easier for him to leave if he convinced himself that Katherine was just using him. He knew he would hurt her by not choosing her, but his family. Although he had no choice. Leaving her was the right thing to do, even though she can’t know about the real reasons. He had hoped that perhaps it would be easier for her to move on if she hated him for his decision of putting Niklaus over her.
But he had chosen the wrong way. He wasn’t aware of the fact that his Katerina would believe she wasn’t worth loving. He wasn’t aware that she would think about herself as some kind of monster, who didn’t deserve happiness. What had he done? He had hurt her, not only once or twice. He hadn’t kept his word! He had broken her! He was so blinded by disappointment(?), fear(?) that he choose to just let himself believe a lie, not making things right before he had to leave. Like a fool he chose the easiest way.
That realization hit him hard, almost sweeping him off his feet.
What has he done? What has he done?
He was consumed by guilt and pain, barely able to hold it together.
Her tears broke him, as well as her believe that she was worthless. He had the urge to comfort her, to hold her, to wipe her tears away. He took a step towards her, even raising a hand. But he stopped, afraid that he would frighten her again.
“I didn’t think of you as a broken toy. I don’t think you’re damaged goods. I - I never intended to hurt you, Katerina. I shouldn’t have- You’re not- I beg your pardon”
It pained him that she thought of herself as someone who wasn’t worth it. It pained him that it was because of him. He did this to her. It was his own fault. It was because he chose the easiest way, denying everything that had been between them.
He begged for forgiveness, hoped that he could change her mind. She wasn’t willing to accept his apologize, though, as she turned around and shut him out.
Nevertheless he didn’t give up too easily.
“Is that truely what you think of yourself? That you can not be loved? You’re an adorable, an amazing woman, Katerina, and no one’s going to change that.”
he tried to convince her that she’s worth it, that there was nothing wrong with her. She is an amazing person, someone who never failed to fascinate him. And yet he failed again, he didn't succeed in making her believe she’s worth it.
Instead she questioned him again and he was desperately trying to search for the right answer. She wanted to know what Elena had said to him to turn him against her and he feeled ashamed of telling the truth, of admitting how easily he has been manipulated. He should have listened to Katerina right after she wanted to make things right, but he chose to deny her wish and left her in the streets.
“You killed Jeremy Gilbert. There was no need of killing him. You should know what it is like to lose family. But you didn’t care, you just didn’t care.”
Yes, that was the reason that had triggered him. Nevertheless he shouldn't have reacted so rejecting. He didn’t know what had gotten into him that day. Perhaps it was because he was afraid Elena was right. Perhaps he was afraid that Katerina was indeed gone and Katherine just wanted someone to make a deal for her, just to drop him afterwards. However, he should have listenend to Katerina. He should have heared her out. Perhaps he acted so unjustified because he was afraid that everything was a lie. How could he trust someone if he always has to be afraid of being lied to? It was quite pathetic for an Orignal to be afraid of anything, but he was.
Unfortunately, Katerina didn’t seem to understand his reasons, why he did what he has done. But who could blame her? She couldn’t read his mind and he just couldn’t admit he was so wrong, so blinded. He was ashamed of what he did.
Worse still, Katerina began to rant again, making him swallow in discomfort. He could end this right now, but she was right. He deserved this.
And he listend. He listened to every word, no matter what she threw against him. She had every right to be mad at him, to be angry.
However, as she began to speak about Kol, he stiffened, the pain of losing his brother still felt real. His eyes widned by her words and he couldn’t hold back a deep growl about the abomination he had just heared. He didn’t know. He didn’t know Elena was envolved. Niklaus hadn’t told him.
He searched for words, the pain of betrayel overwhelmed him. Niklaus lied to him again and he knew exactly why. His brother knew that he would kill everyone who tried to harm his family. Everyone. He wouldn’t stop from doing so just because it was Elena. No, it wouldn’t stop him from avenging his younger brother. Niklaus held this information deliberately back..
His half-brother couldn’t risk him killing Elena, who wanted to be human again and with the cure being around, it was very possible that she indeed would turn mortal again. Niklaus wouldn’t miss his chance to use a mortal doppelgänger for making new hybrids. He lied to him on purpose, making him believe it was an experienced hunter of the five who killed Kol. And he blindly believed it because everyone in his family knew how dangerous a hunter of the five could get to his family - if he had the right weapon. Although he had to admit that he has never asked whence someone could have gotten such a weapon.
He closed his eyes, rubbing his temples. His head pounded and felt like it wanted to explode. He felt drained, almost weakened. But moreover he felt hurt. He was in pain. He wanted to let his frustration out, wanted to shout. Perhaps even damage something. Or rather he most likely wanted to damage something, let someone pay. He definitley would have to have a talk with Niklaus, who betrayed him again. Who lied to him again. He felt like he couldn’t trust no one anymore, not even his own family.
If he had known it was Elena and her brother who killed Kol, if only he had known...
But he hadn’t and he shouldn’t think about a ‘what if’.
It was hard, but he took a deep breath, fighting the pain of the revealment about Kol’s death back. It took him some strength to just open his eyes, which immediately laid on Katerina again.
He should concentrate on the things he still could change.
“I apologize, Katerina. I’ve made a terrible mistake. Please, let me make things right. I - “
but before he could finished his sentence, he was interrupted.
“Let it be Elijah. I don’t want to see you anymore, I don’t want to hear your apologizes. And don’t dare to call me Katerina anymore, it’s Katherine to you”
her voice dripping with toxic, she went to the door and opened it for him, indicating for him to leave.
He looked at her, feeling tired. He didn’t want to have another fight with her. For now he respected her wishes and left.
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A/N: if you like it, hit the ♥ - or come into my askbox, i’d love to hear your opinion.
I released two chapters today, so you can continue and read chapter 6
#Kalijah#The Things We Do#Katherine Pierce#Elijah Mikaelson#Katherine x Elijah#Elijah x Katherine#TVD#TVD ff#fanfiction#ff#tvd fanfiction#the vampire diaries#part 5
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instead of reading Meat all in one go like i did with Candy, I’m gonna do a liveblog of it; writing my reactions down as I go, covering a few pages, and posting the results later!
here is the first one, in which John makes a decision, Karkat and Dave discuss politics, and Jane’s business skills are called into question. Also, Obama fanfic is canon to this iteration of timelines, it would seem.
Well, Candy was an absolute trip-scape and a half so how horrific can Meat be? A lot, probably.
That last scene with Roxy and Calliope, oh no oh NOOOOO this is tragic and super sad, and he just makes an awkward mess of himself?? Roxy was hoping he wouldnt go? And he just makes it SO AWKWARD. HE TRIES TO HUG THEM GOODBYE BUT THEY’RE ALREADY TURNED AWAY. HE MADE THE CHESS PEOPLE EMBARRASSED. This poor, unfortunate goober.
Leaving letters to his friends, OH DEAR.
Karkat likes the Jake butt, i did not see that coming. Then again, the Harley butt is undoubtedly the most hypnotic. Science facts, people.
Rap battle and robot wrestling sounds pretty fuckawesome honestly
I have to ask; what exactly is WITH the epilogue’s treatment of Jane as Condesce 2.0? With her being a troll-hating fascist that Karkat and Dave are super suspicious of? Like, I can see it as being something she accidentally stumbles into as part of her Super Captalist vibes, but… it’s just being presented as a Jane thing from the get-go and she has never shown ANY signs of this at all. Granted, Jane has had the least interactions with trolls, but she has no real NEGATIVE interactions with them apart from Sober Gamzee, but that had nothing to do with him being a troll, just all Caliborn-ish. This whole ‘Jane is a xenophobic fascist’ thing just is coming out of nowhere and I don’t like that.
“Jane is a xenophobe” “a lot of humans are!” okay karkat, honestly that’s fair. I mean have you seen most of our sci fi? Most of it is either about humanity being ultra superior or aliens being evil, or both. 40k alone is gonna be a strike against us, i can tell you that
KARKAT YOU ARE TOO A LEADER, NOW SHUT UP AND DO THE FRIENDLEADER, TAKE BACK THE TITLE FROM WHICH YOU BEQUATHED TO VRISKA, SHE PROCEEDE TO DO FUCKALL WITH IT.
“People don’t love me!” dont you break my heart, karkat, DONT YOU DO IT!!! DONT, JUST DONT; in all honesty, i love that we ARE getting more of karkat getting back to leader basics, though i totally missed that apparently he thoguht it was about commanding fear and respect? Considering he named his team Adorabloodthirsty, getting FEAR from people isn’t exactly something i associate with crab boi
Homestuck has brought us the phrase “freestyle obama fanfiction”, i am not suprised
“That didn’t involve the american political landscape turning into a nightmarish daily joke” AHAHAHAHA oh man, dave, oh man. Oh man. OH MAN. you missed out on some SHIT LET ME FUCKIN TELL YOU
I am still convinced that Dave and Karkat, and the rest, genuinely have no idea that the Mayor, for all his sweetness, is honestly kind of an acerbic asshole when he DOES communicate. Maybe that’s why they love him so much though
I gotta ask, though. How the hell DID humans get into a dominant position in the government?? Trolls live longer than them, they have immense physical and psionic power, and they have to outnumber the humans pretty significantly. I mean, there ARE more human gods than trolls so that might give humans something of a cultural authority, but by that logic the carapacians should be more dominant since THEY (or at least, the Mayor and company) founded the society in the first place. And what the hell is this stuff about hummans being more naturally ambitious? I mean they might come off that way because they’re being contrasted against consorts and carapacians, who are engineered to be generally group-thinkers, but c’mon
Psst, hey. Did you remember that ALTERNIA IS NOT THE DEFAULT STATE OF TROLLKIND. ALTERNIA IS IN NO WAY A NATURAL SOCIETY. IT IS THE RESULT OF AN ALL POWERFUL MANIPULATOR WORKING BEHIND THE SCENES TO ENGINEER A SOCIETY, AT EVERY LEVEL, TO BE RUTHLESS AND BRUTAL. BEFORUS IS THE NATURAL STATE OF TROLLS; it wasn���t PERFECT but if you go by how they wound up without interference, trolls should be winding up as a culture of coddling and easy-going caretakers. In-universe they sohuld GODDAMN KNOW THAT, COME ON
Okay, this confirms something for me, though; this is a post scarcity society. They dont NEED TO SPEND MONEY ON ANYTHING. THERE IS LITERALLY NO REASON FOR WEALTH OR MONEY TO EXIST IN ANY FORM WHATSOEVER. So why even bother with the pretense? What is the POINT of people having jobs if all resources and products can be produced on the spot??? Like your wealth is meaningless, Dave, and honestly you have to know that and you’re keeping it going because its part of your aesthetic to fuck around and amuse yourself with the knowledge that its pointless to care about valueless money but, STILL. SERIOUSLY. It does illustrate his point that Jane doesn’t realy know what she’s doing when it comes to business, though
(im not saying that Terezi needs to be here and just leaving Vriska to her own devices and hanging out with Dave and Karkat and helping them build a better world and making bizarre comebacks but… she does, someone do an AU of ‘President Karkat and Terezi is his terrifyingly charismatic vice president’ please
...okay but WHY is the world seeming to follow the American political system. I mean, why though
I dont know why but it really makes me happy that the Dirk Decapitatio Meme is actually canon. I mean, not like in the Candy route. That was fucked up beyond all recognition.
#/#//#///#////#/////#johnny reads#johnny reads homestuck#johnny reads homestuck epilogue#liveblog#im going to give Terry Pratchett-esque summaries at the top like that#conveying as little actual information as possible#homestuck epilogue spoilers
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I love your fics thank you so much for writing them. Could you maybe do a prompt with drunk Waverly and Nicole with Wynonna being sober and nursing their hangovers??❤️
It had been a big night in their defense.
Nicole had gotten the sheriff’s position and Wynonna, who planned her celebration party, kept pushing alcohol in front of them. And Waverly kept taking it, and Nicole, who’s competitive by nature, tried to keep up but she’s a lightweight in comparison to the Earps.
So, that’s why she’s here.
Awkwardly strewn about the couch, dried drool on her face, her neck hurting, and feeling absolutely, terribly nauseous as her head screams in pain.
Hangovers suck.
She blinks. It’s so hard to open her eyes and the world is so bright. And everything hurts. She just wants to lay here forever and ever and ever until her body atrophies and everything falls apart and -
“Hey, you dead?”
Nicole doesn’t want to respond. Nicole wants to lay here and forget the world exists and just melt away into a little puddle of goo, but someone, with rough hands, shakes her, hard. And someone, with a loud voice, shouts out, “GET UP!” And the world is shaking. And the world is screaming. And Nicole is groaning.
“Leave me alone, Earp,”
“And leave you to choke on your own vomit? I think the fuck not,” Wynonna shakes Nicole again. “Come again. Get up,”
“H…How are you even functioning?”
“I didn’t drink,”
And Nicole can’t tell whether it’s the suprise or the nausea, but she grabs the bucket that Wynonna was holding and throws up.
It cannot be iterated enough how much hangovers suck.
“Easy there, Haughtshit,” Wynonan says, rubbing circles on her back. “Easy. You sit tight. I gotta get Dumbass Number Two,”
Waverly Earp is not doing better than Nicole. She isn’t a vomiting, pale mess. But her head is throbbing awfully and she’s buried in blankets and blankets to avoid the sun. You would think being an Earp would keep her immune to this shit, but at the end of the day, Waverly was only a Gibson and an angel…and, man, it was too early in the day to have an identity crisis.
“Babygirl, Haught is looking like someone ran over her and threw her in the woods. How you doing?”
“Like someone who thought peppermint shots were a good idea when they weren’t,” she grumbles from under her pile.
“That bad, huh?”
Waverly doesn’t even grace that with a response. She just buries herself further, but she hear the floorboards creak and suddenly the blankets are being torn off her and thrown in every direction and Waverly cries out like a child.
“Wynonna!” she shouts even though her head despises the volume of her own voice.
“It’s for your own good! Come on! We gotta get up! Demons to hunt and people to save!”
“Fine,” Waverly lifts the last blanket, removing it as her shield, and hisses as the morning light causes her headache to worse. “I hate you,” she says.
“No, you don’t,”
“No, I don’t,” Waverly concedes.
“Alright. So I’m ordered some of the greasiest shit from the diner in town to be delivered here and - What? What’s with the face? You gonna hurl?” Wynonna pauses, eyes widening in panic, but Waverly just shakes her head.
“No. No. I’m fine,” she insists. She smiles softly despite how much her mood protests it. “It’s just nice,”
“Nice?”
“You taking care of me and Nicole. Being the sober one,”
“Well,” Wynonna stiffens. “Figured it was my turn after all the shit I put you two through,”
She was right. The amount of times that Waverly had lead a drunken Wynonna up the stairs or prevent her from being clobbered by demons or stop her from letting a bonfire get out of control.
“Well, still, I think it’s nice. Old Wynonna wouldn’t be so thoughtful, but new Wynonna…”
“You mean, Post-Dolls Wynonna - “
Waverly freezes. “I didn’t say that,”
“Yeah. You didn’t have to,” Wynonna looks down. “Having Alice, losing her, having Dolls, losing him… Kinda just reminded me that I have a bad habit of losing people I care about. Like Willa and daddy and… I just don’t want to lose you,”
“You’ll never lose me, ‘Nonna,” Waverly says with certainty. She grabs her sister’s hand and holds it tight. “You’ll never, ever lose me,”
Wynonna stares at her for a long moment like she’s about to argue, but instead she nods and smiles a little. A smile that isn’t too genuine. A smile that doesn’t really believe Waverly’s words. And it hurts. It hurts so much that Wynonna can’t see how loved she is.
“Alright. Well, I gotta make sure your girlfriend doesn’t die,” Wynonna says, clapping her hands loudly together. “So, uh, get dressed and shower and we’ll have breakfast and then demon hunting,”
“Right. Demon hunting,”
“Okay,” Wynonna nods. She opens her mouth to speak, but just nods again and turns around and heads to the door and -
“Wynonna,”
She turns around. “Yeah?”
“I love you,”
“I love you too, baby girl. Now, go. Shower. You smell worse than Bobo Del Rey in that well,”
Waverly laughs but she doesn’t fight her sister on that. And even though she regretted the previous night and the drinking and the peppermint shots, she couldn’t wait for more inevitable crazy nights to come.
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WHY THO?
Jesus Christ I was really hoping I’d never have to do this again. I honestly don’t know what is worse, having to watch another shitty movie or rereading my old blog posts and realizing that they were lower in quality than the movies I was reviewing. Fortunately it doesn’t really matter because I know for a fact that my -2 followers don’t seem to mind. But here I am. Once again I must swallow my pride and sumit myself to literal torture all in the name of a grade. To my suprise choosing a crappy movie was almost as difficult as watching one. So many options. So much low hanging fruit. However movies of this nature can always be a mixed bag. I remember when I first started this blog a few years ago some reviews never left my drafts because I didn't have much to write about. Sometimes a movie is so mediocre, so bad, that it can’t even excel at being an awful pile of crap. I chose to write about bad movies because I figured it would be entertaining. You’d think some films, in their own demented way, could at least entertain. But no. Can’t even get that right. I’d find myself at 2’o’clock in the morning looking at my notes only to realize that I basically wrote nothing. All I had was a lingering sense of regret and confusion; like I’d just woken up from a drunken one night stand. All I could do is ask myself, “What the hell did I just watch?” So as I revisit this deserted island I call my blog for what most likely will be the last time, I want to make sure that it is worth it. If I’m going to verbally assault a movie, I’m going to make sure it is an easy target. That was my thought process at least. I soon realized that just because a movie is easy to write about, that doesn’t mean it is easy to watch.
So what movie did I force upon my soul do you ask? Why CATS of course. Because who doesn’t like Cats? Everyone loves cats. What’s not to love about an ungrateful and rude animal that walks around your house like it owns the place. An animal that bites, scratches, and claws at anything it deems unworthy. “Let's make a movie, based off the perverted 80s Broadway production that centered around these literal spawns of Satan,” said every Hollywood executive with their head up their ass. As a matter of fact they thought it was such a good idea that they dropped 95 million U.S. dollars on it.
Now before I continue, as I typed “cats budget” in my google search bar, take a guess what came up after “cats bu..”. CATS BUTTHOLE SMELL. Are you fucking kidding me? What the hell is wrong with people? I tried recreating it in the search bar to screenshot but I couldn’t get it to come up, but trust me. I know what I saw. What is it with cat people man? Seriously. Really threw me off my train of thought.
But yeah, 95 big ones. A lot of good things could have been done with that money, but nope. We needed a live action adaptation of Cats. Did anyone who thought this was a good idea even see the play? That shit was weird. I didn’t watch it, cause, well why the hell would I?
But from the bare minimum research that I did do, the general consensus was that it was a shitty play that made lots of money because people are dumb and will watch anything. I guess producers were hoping lightning would strike twice. If you saw the play you would know that there is literally no plot. It has nothing. It is literally a bunch of weirdos dressed like anthropomorphic cats dry humping each other and singing for 2 hours. I swear its target audience had to consist of lonely 12 years old, sad housewives, and perverts. I tried watching the musical just to get a general reference of the living hell I was going to put myself in only to be utterly mortified. My eyes and ears didn’t last 5 minutes. How it made all the money it did baffles me. But I’m not here to talk about this crime against humanity, I’m here to rip into its bastard child. And boy, oh boy, is there a lot to talk about.
$14.99 in and I’m already regretting my life choices. Everything in my life has led me to this moment and I really wish I could change that. Thanks to what a box office bomb this movie was, I can’t rent it anywhere. I can only buy it. Figures. You're already off to a bad start movie. 2 minutes into the opening scene and I already hate it. People walking around on all fours in fursuits, licking their genitals, singing dancing, some crappy asymmetric musical. WHY! Oh god why did people make this? What kind of furry bullshit is this? I am going to be completely transparent. I’m writing this while I’m watching the movie. I’m not even 5 minutes in and I want to blow my brains out. This is not hyperbole, I wish it was. I can’t dude. I can’t watch this fucking movie. All the characters speak in these weird haikus with British accents. I can’t. I just can’t. I don’t know what anyone is saying half the freaking time. So many made up words and phrases. It's like the script was written by some Dr. Suess rejected. I genuinely have no idea what is going on. I was really hoping that for once one of my reviews wouldn’t sound like the rantings of a madman. But I can’t help it. This crap is rotting my brain. Seriously what is going on. Maybe I’m a simpleton who doesn’t get musicals, but I shit you not there is no plot. I have no idea what the hell is going on. How do you have a movie with no plot?
It’s just singing about being cats... and their FEET. JESUS CHRIST THEY HAVE FEET. No CGI paws. BARE. HUMAN. FEET. God why. How as an actor, do you go on set, act like a literal animal and tell yourself, “yeah this is gonna pan out great.” How did they sit down and go, “I’m going to sit here, lick a fake bowl of milk, sing and dance nonsense, then proceed to lick my non-existent cat balls.” I literally watched an actor snarl directly into the camera. When I went to find out who it was, I was unsurprised to see that all the pictures of the actors were gone. Just names. With a little digging I found out it was Ian Mckellen, you know, from Lord of the Rings. Magneto from Xmen. That Ian Mckellen. Yup, and he snarled to the camera like a cat. Anything for a paycheck right? Who am I to judge, I watched 2019’s Cats for an English class. Who is really losing here, cause frankly I don’t know anymore. If I have anything positive to say about this movie is that it has less dry humping than its source material. Key word less. I better get an A for this.
An hour into the movie and I still don’t know what the fuck is going on. Some dude in overalls is tap dancing. He's a “railway cat” cause he's a conductor or something. I physically cannot do this. I'm dying on the inside. A light inside me is slowly fading. Countless abhorrent musical numbers. Too many for a man to take. To put things in perspective, I did not like Hamilton. Did I respect it for what it was? Of course. Not my cup of tea though. Hamilton was a great musical, arguably one of the best, and I did not enjoy it whatsoever. Now here I am watching Cats. Just a little perspective.
As I came to the end of the movie I saw that I missed all kinds of things. There was a love plot, some kind of contest, and villain. But that didn’t concern me. All I could focus on was how I wasted an hour and a half of my life.
An hour and a half wasted on this.
Do you think God left us because he feared what he created? I sure as hell do. The philosophers were right. Everyday Pantheism is making more and more sense. And if not that nihilism. God is dead. God is most certainly dead. Don’t believe me? The GIF above is all the proof you need.
I was hoping that for once one of these blogs would have some sense of conformity. Some sort of cohesion. Maybe an ounce of legitimacy. But I couldn’t. There is something about these movies that drain the life from you. Every second spent looking at my computer screen I felt brain cells dying. I might as well have drunk a whole 750 milliliter bottle of Everclear. That or bang my head against a wall for 15 minutes. Either would have been just as effective; and probably more efficient.
I thought that I could improve upon the quality of my blog. When I reread my old post I realized that they had no depth. I thought maybe it was me. Right? I was 15, What did I know about good writing? No. It never had anything to do with me. Movies like Cats are such horrendous abominations of human creation, that there is literally no way to talk about them with any form of professional effort. They are shallow. There is nothing to analyze. How can you analyze garbage? Art requires respect if it wants to be reviewed and judged accordingly. Cats and films like it don’t have my respect and never will. I type this with immense pleasure. Never again. Never will I ever put myself through this bull again. Thankfully, for the last time. I can ask Why Tho?
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Gally x Reader: “You think I love her? I don’t” & “You look different. In a good way, I just- Wow.”
This was meant to be out yesterday but I was having a bit of a writer’s block with this imagine and needed a short break (it’s over, I’m ready to write nonstop now). Requested by @umpeters, I hope you all like it!
Every since you were sent up to the Glade, Gladers you had never even spoken to had gone ballistic; Even the ones you were beginning to get along with.
Most of the time, their hostility made you want to yell ‘It’s really refreshing for me to know you all care enough to make me feel including in the group,’ in the most sticky, sarcastic tone you could muster up. But, you were well aware you couldn’t do that. Not with leaders that threatened you every forty seconds, no matter how miniscule the cost. It was infuriating.
You butt heads constantly with a few of them, including Newt, Minho, and some others that don’t piss you off enough to even consider thinking about too much.
Sure, Newt wasn’t a bad guy, but his itch for making sure the Glade was oh-so-perfect was utterly ridiculous, whether or not it made him a good leader. And his accusations always included you.
With Minho, you weren’t sure about his exact intent, but nonstop reluctance for accepting your existence in the Glade ensured he wouldn’t be one of your good ol’ chums. Not in the Glade, or any other lifetime.
Getting out of bed was becoming more tiring than staying awake for a full forty-eight hours. It was constant nagging from the Gladers, pressing their fingers to your skin accusingly and demanding for answers you didn’t have.
It was beyond stupid.
If you were a boy, no one would have anything to say about it; but you simply must be a girl mastermind working with the Creators! Someone who was five steps ahead of the Gladers. Someone who tricked their sorry asses, because they could never truly place the acts of pure insanity you were fit to ignite.
It didn’t even seem like your own problem at this point. You had as much reason to take down each Glader as any of them did. But you remembered no such thing. Well, no klunk. Nobody else did either, but your female genitalia apperently meant you were hiding something.
Beads of sweat dripped down your face. You wiped them away, a yawn escaping your tired lips. Your bottom unconfortably sat down on log, but plopping down to take a minute-long rest was too good to be true.
“Who gave you the break?” Gally asked nonchalantly, though his snarkiness wasn’t lost in his voice. It was loud and clear.
“Myself, now shuck off, will you? It feels like it’s a hundred degrees, and your hot-head isn’t making it any cooler.”
Usually, you didn’t snap at people like that, but you didn’t think twice about it. It was Gally. Who gives a klunk.
Gally smirked, an ungenuine laugh coming out of his mouth gruffly. “Listen, kid. In case you didn’t notice, we have work to do.”
“Then do it,” you mumbled through gritted teeth.
He snickered and shook his head. “You’re crazy for saying what you just did to me.” His eyes flicked up to meet yours, his fake smile slipping off his lips. “Really shuck crazy.”
You rolled your eyes, lids heavying as you did so. “Gally, please,” you muttered, wiping some more wetness from your chin onto your shirt.
He looked at you with an expression you had never seen him wear. Was it regret? No- Agitation?
He exhaled loudly. “I-uh, just-” He didn’t speak for a while, looking down at his hands as he dusted them off on his shorts. “Tired.”
You smiled at him— mostly in shock as to how you impossibly made the Glader stop talking— and shrugged, getting up. “Good talk,” you answered as you began to work, tending to the tomato plants, away from the boy.
That was one of the good days. Usually, the Gladers sent you to fetch fertilizer alone; leaves and small sticks often getting stuck in your considerably long locks. It was just another thing that held you back, the fact you had to take out all the twigs when you should have been back by now.
So, naturally, when you had good days, they were cherished.
Gally’s gaze stayed on the only girl in the Glade, humming quietly to himself. He almost felt bad for her. No one really spoke to her like a real person, all because of the theories surrounding her name.
Of course, Gally wasn’t a saint, though; everyone knew it. He believed the rumors for a long time, hating, almost despising the female.
But finally communicating with the girl, he realized she was just irritated at the Glade and it’s inhabitants’ mindsets as he. It were a breath of fresh air.
But in a way that was so utterly Gally fashion, he pushed the conflicting messages in his brain and kept himself from thinking about them. And went on being an asshole.
Speaking to Gally was a part of your day that didn’t anger you beyond belief; moreso relaxed you. For any other Glader, the opposite was the case. In fact, you often visited the only person you managed to tolerate. You saw him waltz to the Medjack hut, maybe to yell at one of the boys, and set off to see him as soon as you were given your measley break.
But once you heard a piece of their conversation, you refrained from opening the door. Instead, you listened, which you should have known was a giant mistake.
“So, you talk to the girl. Mmm. Real cute, Gally. I gotta say it.”
Gally scoffed. “You think I love her? I don’t.”
You didn’t know exactly why, but the words stung like salt on a cut. His tone was casual for him; Gravelly; but the words left a bad taste in your mouth.
You wanted to be alone more than you wanted a bandage for your lousy finger, walking towards your hut with a stoney expression. You were indifferent as to why the Gladers bothered making one for you. Throwing you in the slammer to sleep in would meet their needs; Being away from you at all times that weren’t required.
The Medjack looked at Gally with narrowed eyes. “I didn’t say ‘love.’ You did.” Jeff smirked. “But damn, don’t be so harsh,” he added pragmatically.
He didn’t respond to him. What was the point? Gally knew sure as hell that he wasn’t going to pour his heart out to a random Glader he didn’t give three klunks about. And even if he did, there wasn’t anything else to dicuss with Jeff.
Seeing Gally the next few days, you pretended not to hear what he had said.
Your conversations continued, but your mind was always set on the things that fell from his lips just days before. It were almost causing you pain to talk to him. Almost.
But Gally was single-handedly your support system, no matter how stinging he was around the other Gladers.
It was one large steps up from searching for fertilizer in the woods.
It had become the job you did the most now. It were an easy opportunity for the Gladers to make you feel like absolute klunk.
The job screwed with your exterior confidence, too; afraid of coming out with some stems and crunchy leaves in your hair. Even in your hut at night, it took up to twenty minutes picking out the hard-to-see sticks.
It were a gloomy day. You knew in your heart you couldn’t take much more of those.
You stood in front your mirror, scissors in your hands and hair in between your fingers. There was no more time to contemplate your feelings; for you might bail out of your pre-made decision. So you cut, chopped, and snipped until going to the dirty Deadheads wouldn’t be such a problem anymore.
Besides, you kind of liked the hair at the end.
As a plus side, maybe the boys would see you as less of a girl; though you hated to demean yourself with the thought.
But you had to test the theory.
You stepped out into the Glade, hoping some of the Gladers wouldn’t even recognize you or a moment. Just praying they wouldn’t let their possible harsh comments dig into your skin.
Newt did a double-take when he saw you, limping over with a prominent brow. “You- cut your hair? Why?” He asked, genuine confusion laced in the words.
“Easier to be in the Deadheads this way,” you informed, pointing an index finger up at your hair. “Less branches get caught.”
Newt looked rather uninterested once he heard your explanation and curtly nodded, turning and checking up on other Gladers. You couldn’t supress an eyeroll. Every reaction would be like this, you thought.
Some Gladers screamed words hazed with confusion, others just pointed, drawing attention. You huffed as you took your place in the Kitchen, where you liked to go when Frypan was on his break. It brought pure peace, quiet, and the boys didn’t assume you were flaking on your job.
“Tired?” Gally questioned, a grin evident in the way he spoke. He wasn’t facing you. You squirmed as you sat, anticipating his reaction.
Before you could even answer, though, his head snapped around and his mouth fell agape as his eyes traced your hairstyle. His facial expression was unreadable.
This time, you didn’t falter, continuing to meet his gaze as if nothing had changed.
“You look different. In a good way, I just- Wow.”
Slight astonishment flooded through your system. Did someone compliment you? And it was Gally, nonetheless.
“I do?” You asked lamely, your fingers combing through your hair. “This?” You gestured to the new style you accomplished.
He nodded. His eyes were fixated on your locks, causing your eyes to divert to the Watchtower awkwardly. “Nice of you to say,” you breathed, unsure of what was unfolding.
Gally cleared his throat, walking past you. “Well, I’ll see you around, then.”
It didn’t suprise you how quick he was to back down from the compliment.
Laying in your bed made your mind race about your encounter with Gally, and you wanted to slam bricks against your skull when you replayed how you reacted in your head.
The next time you saw him, things would be different.
You stood out by the Deadheads, giving you bad memories, but Gally was in your view. You walked up to the boy and tip-toed up to tap his shoulder. He turned around, his angry features collapsing when he noticed it was you.
“Thanks for the, uh, hair thing,“ you started to get it over with.
“What?”
“The compliment,” you uttered quietly. His lips formed a soft smile, nodding his head vertically. In mere seconds, though, his smile had faded.
“The one you shot me down for?” He asked, annoyance thin in his voice; but you weren’t convinced that it were in earnest. “I remember.”
You twirled around to stand beside him. “I never shot down anyone,” you said in a matter-of-fact tone. He laughed bitterly.
“Yeah, you did,” he insisted.
Despite him telling you he felt rejected, you were confused as to how. It made some sense, considering Gally’s painfully wretched ego, but responding with Nice of you to say isn’t the worst thing you could have replied with.
“Well, ‘m sorry.”
He faced you this time. One of his eyebrows was narrowed downwards, the other was poking upwards— showing confusion in his appearance. “If you’re so tired of everyone treating you like crap, you should just start going with me.”
“Going with you?”
He didn’t directly answer your question. “I’m just saying. If we were a thing, all of these Gladers would be kissing the ground you walked on.”
You scoffed, slightly offended. “You think I’d use you like that?”
His eyes rolled so far back you could almost only see the whites until he caught sight of your face again. “It isn’t using if I want you to.”
This time, confuzzlement crowded over you for a brief second. Then, you relaxed and allowed yourself to answer calmly.
“You–”
Before you could get two words out, Gally was already cutting you off. “I like you, if that was what you were going to ask.”
It hit you like a wave, and suddenly you weren’t intimidated by the Builder like everyone else was. You were intrigued.
You didn’t realize, but you were stepping closer to him; a soft smile on your face. “Are you–”
Gally reached for your hand and pulled, making your chest collide with his. His arm slid down to hold you against him. “Shake ‘no’ or shake ‘yes,’” he instructed. “Do you want to be with me, or don’t you? I’m sure you know which motions go with which answer.”
It was your turn to roll your eyes, but you found yourself nodding the exasperation away.
Gally grinned and brought your forehead to his lips, leaving a sweet peck. His face stayed close to yours, lips brushing together as he spoke. “Good.”
His lips found yours, filling the empty whole you had in you for some time. You pulled him closer, but in a matter of seconds, his mouth was to himself and himself only.
“Unfortunate that no one saw us. They’d know what you deserve if they did.” Despite his unusually syrupy tone, you didn’t roll your eyes this time.
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