I really, really love the way you draw JV Discoelysium, he looks so moody and profoundly sad. Your art captures him perfectly. I wanna wrap him up in a blanket and give him a warm bowl of chicken noodle soup, even though he looks like he'd bite me for trying :')

Thank you!! He is often drawn looking angry or annoyed or just done with everything which is fair given his voice lines, but his official portrait has these watery grey eyes and there is a line when you show him Kim's photo at the end that is something along the lines of "this is a man who has just seen something that has made him forget his sadness" and I'm like :(

YOU KNOW YOU LOVE ME. XOXO, GOSSIP GIRL. ↳ a collection of sentences from the Gossip Girl (2007) series.

"I'm not a stop along the way. I'm a destination."

“Three words. Eight letters. Say it and I’m yours.”

“If you’re going to be sad, you might as well be sad in Paris.”

“Once men have tasted caviar, it baffles me how they settle for catfish.”

“Whoever said money doesn’t buy happiness didn’t know where to shop.”

“We’re sisters. You’re my family. What is you is me. There’s nothing you could ever say that would make me let go.”

“You can’t make people love you, but you can make them fear you.”

“Haven’t you heard? I’m the crazy bitch around here.”

“Here’s my advice. Have a little faith, and if that doesn’t work, have a lot of mimosas.”

“Don’t go all Notebook on me. Not now. I need you.”

“I have an idea for you: quit. Your boss is a bitch. Let’s go to lunch.”

“Destiny is for losers. It’s just a stupid excuse to wait for things to happen instead of making them happen.”

“We’re not servants to our emotions. We can control them, suppress them, stomp them out like bugs.”

“You need to be cold to be a queen.”

“Don’t let people tell you who you are. You tell them.”

“I didn’t come back for you.”

“I’ll just stay home, eat lots of gelato, and write about how true love is nothing but a myth.”

“I’d ask you how you are, but I don’t really care.”

“You know my mom: If it’s not broke, break it.”

“There’s something vibrating in your pocket, and I really hope it’s your phone.”

“I hate that stupid headband.”

“I remember everything you’ve read to me. In case you haven’t noticed I don’t really let go of things so easily.”

“I like the way I feel when he looks at me. Like I wanna believe in myself.”

“Earn the spotlight on your own merits. You’ll feel better.”

“Even if it’s the biggest kamikaze disaster of my life, it’s my disaster.”

“You are no one until you’re talked about.”

“When Prince Charming found Cinderella’s slipper, they didn’t accuse him of having a foot fetish.”

“I don’t read Gossip Girl. That’s for chicks.”

“So, actually, I’ll be living out my nightmare. Trapped in the city with only you to talk to.”

“She doesn’t know me. Nobody knows me. It’s cool. It’s fine.”

“Yeah, well, your fashion emergency was solved so I figured my work was done.”

“You can’t fight against who you are.”

“You gonna strangle him with your scarf?”

“You don’t just give up because things are hard.”

“You know it’s love when you start talking like an assassin.”

“I just want to be the person you can bring anything to.”

“Affairs with married people, threesomes — it just so happens everyone’s problems are within my area of expertise.”

“I just don’t get it. I organized everything the way she likes it. I mean, I even made sure my bowtie matched her dress.”

“Listen, there’s nothing wrong with keeping your options open. I don’t think your parents are going to be mad at you for choosing your own path. Unless… they’re related to my parents.”

“Some might call this a fustercluck. But on the Upper East Side, we call it Sunday afternoon.”

“There’s a weak link in every chain, and it’s just a matter of time before this one snaps.”

“One thing about being on the top of the world? It gives you a long, long way to fall.”

“So we should just be anonymous losers who eat lunch alone and never get invited to parties?”

“Well, keep dreaming. Maybe one day she’ll actually know your name.”

“The sound of your own voice annoying you?”

“Even you should know that jealousy clashes with L.L. Bean pants!”

“I came to tell you in person. You win.”

“The only human contact that you don’t pay for is the people in this house.” 

“That’s not fair. Everyone’s topless on Valentino’s yacht.”

“You know you really put yourself on the radar tonight. Better not make that mistake again or you’ll pay for real.”

 “Don’t look now, but those are the JV mean girls.”

“He gave six girls from Nightingale gonorrhea of the throat last year.”

“I wouldn’t have had to do it if it weren’t for your smear campaign against me.”

“If we wanted to have sex, we’d just go to a hotel.”

“You’ve come to my rescue enough times, let me help you for once.”

“I don’t need a guy to make me feel fulfilled, especially when he’s unavailable.”

Penny poll round 1 match 9

Penny Crygor (WarioWare) vs Penny (Dr Horrible’s Sing Along Blog)

Propaganda under the cut

Penny Crygor (WarioWare)

• https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jv-9tXSNBHc

<- Her theme song

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• She's got her hair tied up in braids,

and glasses perched up on her face.

She is a small girl, takin' on a big world,

with inventions she made!

And though her plans may go awry,

she's gonna get back up and try.

Gonna be a shining star, she's going far, Penny!

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• she's literally so penny. she's so fun she's an inventor that wants to become a pop star and I LOVE HER

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• 1. she's cute as heck

2. she's a mad scientist inventor

3. she's trans-coded as fuck, she wants to be a singer and invented a potion to give herself a singing voice but when her grandpa drank it it raised the pitch of his voice

4. her theme song in Get It Together is AMAZING and her jet tank one ability is really fun

Penny (Dr. Horrible’s Sing Along Blog)

• she’s an incredible and tragic character whose love and trust gets her killed in the end. also Dr horrible is a very underrated media in general I want her to win

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• Ordinary person in a supervillain story, just wants to shelter people and do her laundry. Relatable!

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• She’s a sexy lamp but boy is she a cutie

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• She’s the only genuinely good person in the whole show. She’s sweet and very naive. Love her <3

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• Penny is an extremely empathetic and caring person. She works at a homeless shelter and is gentle and friendly with everyone there. She meets the main character at a laundromat and immediately becomes a very supportive and encouraging friend. Her goal throughout the narrative is to open a second location of the shelter so she can help more people. She has a sad backstory of not being accepted when she was younger and has learned to focus on optimism to make it through. Her main flaw is that she tolerates a romantic relationship with a man who doesnt respect her because she isn't well-practiced with respecting herself, but after he takes it too far, she does stand up for herself and walk out on him (growth!)

Sharing is Caring, Harrington

Pairing: Steddie x reader smut

Summary: Steve is jealous you're tutoring Eddie for summer college courses, deep down does he feel more for the metalhead?

Requested? Nah I'm on a writing high from TTP

Warnings: 🔞light smut, established relationship with Steve and Reader, college au, slapping (once), mommy and daddy kink, blowjob, gay, straight, use of pet names and dom/sub themes.

I don't remember when I started this but heyy I just finished finals so I'll have some time to crank out some fic this summer🥳

Minors dni

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"I just don't get why you have to tutor him is all I'm sayin, babe" "and I don't get why you have a problem with it, didn't you save his life last summer or something? Look it's the summer before his freshman year of college and he needs help what's the big deal?" I had signed on to be a tutor at the local community college's summer classes. Lo and behold Eddie Munson. Munson was among a crowd of mixed in students from other towns and sometimes a state over, taking summer classes Hawkins Community College; go Tigers!

"Babe if you're afraid of the sexual tension between Eddie and I and us being the only hot goth and only hot metalhead in a 50 mile radius then I guess you better come with and make sure we don't fuck on a pile of Iron Maiden cassettes." I bite back, the snark leaving my voice when Steve's pupils went black. I smirked. "You little horndog! You're just upset because you want to watch us fuck, don't you!?" I accuse. The silence pregnant with tension between us. "Get in the fucking car, Harrington". I sigh exasperated, if only he came to me with this instead of bitching about it for a week then finally letting the truth out. "are you mad at me?" Steve asked, his lanky posture suddenly small in the passenger seat. Taken aback by Steve's more submissive side showing, I'm sure to be extra soft. "No baby, not at all. Look at me." I smile as his eyes reach mine. "I just wish that you would've come to me with your thoughts in lieu of complaining for a week straight. But no need to dwell on it now, it's fixed and over with and we're headed to the Munson's". A goofy smile overtook the sad smile that was on his face.

Tears for Fears played softly as we pulled into the gravel driveway connected to all the other driveways. I parked my hearse next to Munson's van, the neighbors that were outside on the nice sunny day were glaring daggers. Conformists, what're you gonna do. Walking up the steps, Metallica could be heard and it was drownibg out the knocks. Or so I thought, a minute later and smoke is spilling through the door as it's ripped open. A shirtless, dripping Eddie ushers us inside. It's then we see only a towel is around his waist "Welcome, kind of caught me at an awkeard moment here. I don't usually let people see me without my hair done" he jokes. He clears his throat as i alone laugh. Eddie turns to leave- "wait!" Steve interrupts. His face is beet red, he's been thinking about it. "We-uhm. Well. Oh. Huh. We, (Y/n/n) and I, we were. We- ya see we had-" "Good God spit it out Harrington it's freezing in here" Eddie complains, his nipples hard. I lick my lips. His eyes flit between us, wordlessly he spins around and motions with two fingers in a "come hither" fashion to beckon us after him. Steve gulps then looks to me for permission, poor thing is nervous. I lace our fingers together and take the lead as usual.

"sit at the top of the bed Harrington." Eddie offers to him, gesturing. Resecuring his towel, his leans over his music collection and picks an album. Then his rolling tray, his grinder, lunchbox he keeps his weed in, and finally his papers. Sitting on his bed, Steve watched his skilled fingers as he rolls two joints. "How'd you learn to do that anyway?" Steve asked. "My friend Rick, Refer Rick. Taught me everything I know, of course I have picked stuff up from JV before too." "Junior Varsity?" Steve asks, eyebrows knotted in confusion. "juvie" I whisper to him. Eddie just chuckles, "damn all the blood rush from your head to your dick Harrington? I didn't take you for an airhead" the metalhead teases. "Edds play nice or we'll leave." I warn, no serious inflection in my tone. The boys know by now when to listen.

"lick it for me" Eddie's outstretched arm in front of me, offering the soon-to-be joint to Steve's lips sideways. "w-what? Yeah sure". Unsure of his actions, he grabs the two ends, pink tongue coming between his soft lips to activate the glue. "Good boy" Eddie whispers.

Steve watched intently when Eddie smokes. You'd think he'd never been high before. But I know. He's watching his lips, his fingers, when his tongue comes to lick his lips before taking a hit. Steve's watching Eddie's hand on my thigh too. Halfway through the joint, "so like...can I ask?" Eddie speaks, intentionally vague. "Hehehe ask what?" Steve giggles. "What's the deal between you two?". Shock settled over Steve's features, as if he never expected the question to be asked. "Well she's my girlfriend, I love her". "okay, hey that's great. No offense meant, really. I'm just...confused".

"Well what Steve and I have is special, what we do somehow brings us closer together. We don't have an open relationship, we just sleep with mutually agreed upon people.".

Eddie takes in the information, let's it swirl ariund then settle. "Can I ask who else you've slept with together?" He voice strained as he holds smoke in, passing the joint to me. "Billy Hargrove, Chief Hopper, Robyn, well that was just me but Steve watched, you last summer at camp Steve watched from the treeline.". Steve shifts on the bed at the mention of past lovers, he's been oddly silent. "I knew I heard something. Why me again?" "Truth be told, I think Steve might have a crush on you Edds" I giggle like a school girl. "all week he's been complaining about me tutoring you for the summer but the truth is he wanted to have some fun.". Silence still from the third party, he's clutching to one of Eddie's pillows for dear life.

"Steve?" My hand rubs his arm, he lurches forward and I couldn't have been paid a million dollars to try to predict what happens next.

Steve kisses Eddie. I sit still. Shock, weed, and adrenaline running through me. The kiss is erotic in a way. Eddie pulls away, the pair panting for breath, "wow. okay..that just happened.". "I'm sorry" Steve rushes out to apologize. Before more anxiety can spill from him Eddie kisses him again, softer and less rushed this time. "What's your mommy dom think about all this?" Eddie whispers in Steve's ear. The latter whimpers and looks to me. I nod, giving him my permission. Eddie's hand on my thigh moves up and past the hem of my shorts, directly toward the button and zipper he undoes hastily. I get off the bed and strip completely, the pair of men following suite.

Eddie and Steve are inseparable, tongue and teeth clashing, hands a flying mess to grab onto the other. As if they're the only ones left on this planet and if they don't hold on they'll never find each other again. "Ed's please" Steve whimpers quietly as the boy's tongue is licking up his neck. Biting. Sucking. A sharp slap sounds through the small room and Eddie's head falls back, his bottom lip caught between his pearly whites. "You are so gonna pay for that Harrington. Get on your knees". Steve's eyes are wide, excitement and a tinge of fear for the unknown outcome. Steve slides off the bed, I throw a pillow to him for his knees.

Eddie pushes his hands through Steve's hair and guides him down. "You ever sucked cock before baby boy?" Ed chides condescendingly. I smirk, knowing. It's almost as if all the color drains from Eddie's face as Steve takes him all the way down his throat, nostrils being tickled by short brown curls. "Fuuuuuck". Steve swirls his tongue around Eddie's head, sucking as he pulls off with a pop and goes back down. "Oooh, oh fuck! Yes, baby" Eddie encourages Steve as one of his hands starts to massage Eddie's sack. Eddie pulls Steve's head off, panting. "Don't-" a strangled sigh leaves him "I don't want to finish just yet" Steve smiles proudly.

I lay at the head of the bed on my side, a watching position. Steve now lays beside me, an everbright wet smile gleaming on his wet face. The smile gets impossibly brighter and wider as Eddie straddles Steve's thighs. Eddie wraps his fingers around the other boy's wrists and pins them beside his head, his face mere inches from the other's. "You're going to listen to what mommy and daddy tell you to do aren't you baby boy?" Steve nods. "Good. You're given permission to speak freely. Now be a good boy and ask mommy to sit on your face." Steve's head lolls to the side, our eyes locking. "Actually, for right now I want to watch the two of you".

Eddie shrugs and rolls with it. I watch as their lips meet again. I trail my fingertips over my submissive's thigh lightly, the tickling sensation causing goosebumps to rise on the hairy flesh. Up, up, up, they wander. A small shudder escapes Stevie's lips as my fingertips graze along the biggest vein on his cock.

A devilish grin on Eddie's face as he walks to me on his knees. A choked moan comes from Steve as my hand gently strokes him. Within the moment Eddie's tongue is inside my throat with his left hand on the outside of my throat, applying small pressure. "Where's that naughty little bitch I remember?" Eddie's tone is full of arrogance and challenge. I smirk and slap him. His hand at my throat pushes my head down to the pillows while the other smooths the burning red handprint. Pulling me up halfway by my throat he kisses. "There she is.."

I like the theory that the Yellowjackets died in the crash and Something brought them back because, obviously, if you're an eldritch forest entity trying to fast-track a lord of the flies situation, you only resurrect the teens. But Coach Ben survived and one JV girl died on impact.

What this suggests to me is that the dead JV girl initially was resurrected but was just a real madness cockblock, like maybe she played soccer to fit in but her true passions were making radios out of plane debris and memorizing maps of Ontario, so the EFE huffily reset the crash minus one smarty-pants teen plus one sad gay adult

If the MC somehow fell under a sleeping spell and only true love’s kiss could wake them up, on a scale of 1 to 10 how devastated would the RO’s be if their kiss didn’t work? Like in the relationship stage (I SAW THIS IN THE OFNA BLOG SORRY)

and how would they react to the opposite

IF YOU STOLE THE ASK I’M GONNA STEAL THE ANSWER!

jk uh...so this is a real thing in the AU? also long answers so a cut 😗

JV

Chal 7/10 - it frustrates her deeply and she hates everything about it, but if they're in an established relationship then no way in Hell is she gonna give up on MC so easily

Clay 10/10 - it's not good for his ego, but more importantly he's struggling a lot with his emotions; he already thinks that he doesn't deserve MC and that's just the fucking proof. But Lord help the person who set up the spell, like really, really help.

Candy 5/10 - yeah she's pissed, but fuck all that magic shit, she never got anything for free and she's gonna work to wake MC up too. If the kiss didn't work somehting else will

Mercy 6/10 - has a lot of problems with his self-esteem, but if they're in a relationship, they actually feel more confident. So they wouldn't be discouraged if the kiss didn't work; upset yes, but they have hope

Mel 2/10 - she knows that their love is true so fuck the person who tells her otherwise

Arrow 4/10 - wants MC to wake up so badly, but he won't let anybody tell him that he's not their true love or vice versa

Lei 6/10 - would like to strangle whoever did that spell, but unless MC told him otherwise, doesn't give a shit about that true love thing

MS

Lilith 100/10 - RIP

Falito 10/10 - maybe they were not meant to be, and yes it drives him crazy, but also makes him all the more determined to wake MC up and prove everyone wrong

Camus 5/10 - so yeah he knew they weren't the best match, but he's willingly chosen them and they have chosen him, so nothing else matters, not even that damn spell

Ara 9/10 - it makes her really sad, but no obstacle stopped her before so this one won't either

Gab 5/10 - same as Camus she knew that it would be difficult, but if they ended up together then it has to mean something. There's probably another reason why it didn't work and she's going to find out what.

Mac 4/10 - he knew MC was too good for him anyway so pfff, spell this, spell that, he's gonna find a way like he did before. He fought so hard to be with them, he's not gonna let them go so quickly

Polly 7/10 - Polly is angry. She doesn't care about the spell, but she's mad at the whoever set it up and whoever told her that the only way is TrUe LoVe'S KisS. Yeah, rot in Hell, she loves MC

I can tell you that none of the ROs will give up on the MC if the kiss doesn't work on themselves; they will be just mad at someone else and react similarly to what I've already told you (if they are in a relationship with the MC then that's been after some looong and veeeery serious thinking)

bonus of the people who will seriously kick some ass if the kiss doesn't work: Clay, Candy, Lei, Polly, Falito, Camus, Mercy

The future of Resident Evil and Valenfield (of course)

So It’s me again and I’m here to talk a little about what I think it’s going to happen with this series and my main ship - “Valenfield all the way, always”

First let’s talk about this game here...

Resident Evil 3 Remake

First of all, I’m really happy to see Jill again, the last time we got a chance to play using her was in Revelations 1 and that game was released in 2012 - that time she also got a different character model

What I liked about the game was the nostalgia, if we look at the graphics and gameplay it's the same engine so it hasn't changed much (not that this is bad). In this game we have the fact that Nemesis proves himself to be the most feared BOW so far in the franchise, all the persecutions and all the determination to eliminate JV, his ability to evolve and continue only with the goal of killing someone shows what Umbrella wants, to create life that is capable of changing the course of a war...But Umbrella made a stupid decision to make this creature go after Alpha’s team finest. (Spencer was trying to become a god - that’s why he used Umbrella)

Capcom had informed us that their idea was to launch RE2 and RE3 together, that is, the game model was almost ready that’s why it didnt take long to release RE3, if you played both you would not complain that the main campaign is short but playing only RE3 it feels like it is very short... Indeed that is, If you analyze the city map it is small and does not give you any freedom to explore, same thing with the other maps and this is very sad, especially for a fan who wants to explore every corner of RC.

ABOUT VALENFIELD

I had said in a post before that there would be a good number of people shipping Jill with Carlos (I was prepared for that), but what I didn’t expect is that she wouldn’t mention Chris in the game, we didn’t even get a chance to go into RPD as Jill to read the letter he had left.

BUT THERE IS MORE

WTF, SHE DIDN’T SAY A WORD about Chris probably dying, one thing that I miss a lot from old versions of RE games, is that we see what they are thinking about the object when they interact with it - when he actually moves to Europe he leaves a letter saying he’s okay so Claire wouldnt be worried (HE’S THE BEST BROTHER - dafuq)

BUT THERE IS MORE - HOW DO I UNLOCK HER DIARY ???

I wanted to see how Capcom would adapt this, but they didnt put this file in the game - Not that we know of (because her diary is a secret file in the original game)

AND FINALLY SOMETHING GOOD

In the old version of the game we had this epilogue, but I didn't think they were going to put it that way, because it was going to be kind of weird, so what they did was show Chris (Chris is highly associated with the color green) with the vaccine - that means - She found him in Europe / She is probably in the same apartment as him, because who the hell would rent a place if there is a possibility of sharing the rent

Since I’m really mad about the lack of Valenfield content let’s talk about the future of Resident evil games.

REMAKES or new stories ? Why not both ?

An insider at Capcom said that RE8 has been rebooted,this would mean that the game would be far from release but the beta testers of RE Revelations 3 had great reviews, so REV3 became Resident Evil 8.

But that doesnt mean that we wont get more Reworks in the meanwhile and there is two games that comes in my mind right now.

Resident Evil : Code Veronica

Whoever played this game knows how good it is, the protagonists are nothing less than the Redfield brothers and Stevie Burnside unraveling the mysteries of the Ashford family, and this game can easily be remade, because it has so much information about Resident Evil universe, about Wesker and Umbrella, let’s not forget about the horror, this is a survival horror game for sure, the files that we see in the camp are scary af.

Since RE has been getting a lot of new fans this would be appreciated by the new one and the old ones. Claire’s character model already showed a lot of interest to play her again in code Veronica - and to see a young Chris Redfield again it would be so cool.

But there is another option, that in my opnion wouldn’t even be considered a Remake, because i’m not talking about an actually a game.

I’m talking about RESIDENT EVIL:Umbrella Chronicles

Don't let the WII logo fool you Resident Evil Revelations was a Nintendo DS exclusive, when it became multiplatform it was very welcome and had great reviews, being the first of the most recent games to bring Survival horror back

Umbrella Chronicles is one of the most important in the history of Resident Evil because it’s the only one that shows how Chris and Jill set the end of Umbrella (this sound familiar, right ? ) that’s because you saw this in the ending

it should be after Code Veronica to follow chronological order

This game is really short, and it shows so many stuff about RE 0 and RE1, so if they decided to make a “Remake” version of Umbrella’s fall it would be so nice because they wouldnt be actually tied to the original game - (Like RE2 and RE3) - they could use the same history but have creativity freedom to do more things, more maps, more enemies, more dialogue PLEASE and keep the “No Ladies first this time?”

So this is it, thanks for reading (english is not my main language), let’s enjoy and play a lot of RE during these hard time (COVID-19)

If you have something to say about RE future or Valenfield I would like to read your opinion.

Thanks and see you later !

THIS USED TO BE MY PLAYGROUND

WHO: @ivystjamess​ & julien schuester WHERE: ivy’s locker @ wmhs WHEN: monday, november 23, after 4th period WHAT: ivy and julien have a confrontation about their disagreement in the ND groupchat regarding serenity and link’s slushie-gate. 

JULIEN: Julien was not an angry person. He was always looking on the bright side—always searching for a silver lining. Unfortunately for him, he was learning that sometimes? There was no silver lining. As he sat in physics class, hiding his cellphone in the pages of his text book to aggressively text in the new directions group chat, he felt an unfamiliar rage bubbling in the pit of his stomach. He didn’t like being upset or mad, but here he was, red in the face with steam nearly blowing out of his ears in response to what he was reading. How could Link think what he did to Serenity was right? How could Ivy of all people agree? She was better than this and it was driving Julien crazy to see her be so…stubborn! And mean! He just didn’t get it. No matter how he looked at the situation, her response just wasn’t adding up. Julien didn’t mean to let his emotions get the best of him, but after he called Ivy a literal republican, he knew it was in his best interest to put his phone away. They weren’t going to agree over text, so he’d just have to find her after class. He locked his phone, slipped it into his pocket, and watched the clock for the rest of fourth period while his knees shook anxiously.

Only seventeen more minutes…sixteen…fifteen. Time was moving at a glacial place but finally, after what felt like hours, the bell rang and Julien nearly jumped out of his seat. With his backpack now fastened over his shoulders, he booked it straight to Ivy’s locker. If she was really going to skip her next class, she’d be making a stop there anyway to ditch her books. “Ivy,” he called out when he saw her, taking a deep breath before marching towards her with furrowed brows, “what’s going on with you? Why were you being so…” this was hard…Julien wasn’t the type to call people out, especially not Ivy, so words escaped him. “You know what you were doing,” he settled on, “so my question is why? You’re better than this and you don’t actually believe that stuff right? I mean, you can’t. And—“ he was stuttering and talking way too fast, shaking his head and moving his hands way too much, “you’re just being…” a groan, “kind of an asshole.” Crap. “I’m sorry—not an asshole, but…” well, actually, that was what he meant, “just…mean.”

IVY: Ivy was an angry person, she wasn't the type to go down screeching and swinging, but she was an angry person. Her anger was like a turtle's shell. Fused to the heart and the ribs and the backbone of her most tender and intense feelings of being hurt. Today, this cold anger, masking the aching of her heart had chosen Julien as it's victim. The moment he approached her at her locker she was also rearing to go. At the end of the day, Julien was as sweet as could be. Sometimes blindly. Ivy was....not. She could handle disagreements in the group chat between the two of them, she could even handle being called a bitch with Julien nowhere in sight to defend her, that was expected from him at this point. She didn't need him to be her knight in shining armor no matter how desperately she wanted him to be. Ivy could care less about Link slushying Serenity and she could care less about Julien trying to be all righteous about it. But he had promised her that he was going to start standing with her and at her side. Where the hell was that energy today? It caused the tips of her ears to flush red and a scowl to plaster on her face as Julien arrived at her locker. Part of her didn't even want to bother hearing him out. She had coffee to catch and she could already foresee this conversation ending with one or both of them more hurt than they already were.

As he began this flustered ramble, it dawned on Ivy she'd never really seen him this level of angry or exasperated or whatever it was. It only took her slightly aback, but for this particular situation, her own feelings took precedence over her love. She stood stubborn and firm with her arms crossed silently. (With the exception of greeting Julien by slamming her locker and issuing a 'Hello, liar.') Ivy half tried to hear him out through his stammering and emotive gestures, but hearing Julien call her an asshole and mean might as well have sealed the deal that there would be no productivity from this conversation. He was supposed to be the exception, he wasn't supposed to see her like that, and if it weren't for a fortunately timed rubbing of her lips together she probably would've yelped in actual pain. It hurt, so in turn, Ivy retaliated in defensive indignation. "God Julien, like, why does it even matter to you? It's just a slushie." she rolled her eyes as she pulled her folded arms tighter into herself. Rather than really answering him, she was quick to fire questions back in his direction, "I was acting that way because it was how i felt." she explained simply. "I'm sorry you like, don't like that, but I'm not just going to like, change who I am to make it easier for you to stand up for me or whatever." a pause, "Which you like, totally lied to me about, by the way. Liar."

JULIEN: “Just a slushie?” Julien retorted in an almost mocking tone. A comment like that was just rich coming from Ivy, who had never been on the receiving end of a slushie in her life. “You don’t know what it feels like Ivy,” he insisted, his open (albeit flailing) arms acting as an opposite for her crossed ones, “that’s easy for you to say when no one’s ever thrown a slushie on your face.” If Julien was a little more perceptive and his judgment hadn’t been clouded by his anger in the moment, he probably would’ve been able to pick up on the fact that these were not the ideal conditions to have this conversation. There were people bustling around them, they were in the middle of a hallway, and Ivy was getting more upset by the second. But alas. “You’re basically saying that I deserved it and stuff when I got slushied,” he explained, hoping putting the situation in that perspective would make something click for her.

Ivy’s apology didn’t sound much like an apology at all. Julien stared at her in disbelief, his brows knit together in a look of concern as his mouth hung open. What was happening right now? “Stop calling me a liar,” he stammered, shaking his head as he squeezed his eyes shut to think, “I didn’t lie about anything. You...you were the one who called me dramatic in the group chat and started like challenging everything I was saying! You said mean stuff about my family!” Julien felt like he was being crazy. How could they have gotten such different reads on that situation? “I want to stand up for you and all that stuff...” unfortunately there was a— “but sometimes you make it impossible. I’m not some JV cheerio you can boss around. I’m your boyfriend and we’re supposed to be a team in there.” Julien took a second to take a full breath, briefly pulling off his hat and scratching his head before placing it loosely back over his hair. He’d never lost his cool like this—especially not at Ivy. Not since they were kids, anyway. He visibly softened before he started speaking again. “What’s gotten into you lately, huh? Is everything okay? Is something wrong?” his anger had quickly flipped to genuine worry, “I know you’re tough and you don’t take any crap from anyone. I love that about you.” A long pause. “But these days it feels like...you’re mean for no reason and stuff.”

IVY: Although Ivy was well acquainted with harsher tones than the one Julien was using with her right now, something about his frustrated comments stung more than any constructive criticism her father could dole out or being called a bitch one too many times during the school day. But quick to strike back, Ivy scoffed gesturing erratically with her head. "I never said Serenity deserved it, stop like putting words in my mouth!" her and Julien didn't have to see eye to eye. Fine. Ivy was no stranger to relationships where things were a little bit of an uphill battle. Never did she want to reach that point with Julien, but here they were, feeling miles apart while only being mere inches in distance. "And you're not Serenity, so like, stop acting like it's the same because it's not. You're my boyfriend and I love you and I grew up with you so like when you got slushied it was a totally different situation." Ivy ranted quickly, only to let out a soft breath at the end of her sentence. Realizing, there were other more pressing comments to address, she refocused her attention.

While there wasn't really a valid way to defend calling him a liar or dramatic, she was quick to pick out Julien taking issue with her comment about his family. That was the comment that finally got Ivy to uncross her arms and gesture wildly as she dismissively scoffed. "Yeah, Julien, I was just like so mean, I said your family is really good at like making people feel good about themselves, totally evil of me." she attempted to combat as if the context of her original comment wasn't about that behavior not always being beneficial. It seemed the longer Julien went on, the more piercing his comments were. By no means were they as harsh or as mean, but it was new territory for both of them. Julien was typically the one who saw the good in all of Ivy's bad, even when they bickered, they took each other's sides, they knew each other, and were always effortlessly on the same page. It never had to be a battle with Julien...until now.

Both sadness and fear sweltered in the deepest of layers of her heart, which unsurprisingly manifested in a bitter, "You couldn't like, stand up for a broom,Julien. So don't make this about me! If you hate how i act so much then like why are you even dating me?" she defended, then instantly recoiled at the realization of how harsh the comment was. Ivy was just so hurt, so angry, she couldn't stop the words popping into her brain from flying out of her mouth.  To make matters worse, Julien quickly subbed in concern for frustration, which left Ivy quietly chewing on the inside of her cheek and looking at her shoes planted firmly over scuffed linoleum floors. As she reflected on the questions Julien tossed in her direction, she found herself left more confused than with answers she could give him. Was she okay? She liked to think so...but something about answering yes with her whole chest felt....dishonest. Instead, all she managed to issue was a quiet, "I love you." through her refusal to make eye contact. She just wanted him to know. After a moment of quiet and a deep sigh, she looked up at him, anger and resignation lingering in her gaze. All she could think of as she looked at Julien was how she needed to get out of here before she either caved for those sad brown eyes of his, or miraculously said something even harsher. "Look, I should like, probably get headed to coffee, Jules. I'll see you after school?"

JULIEN: “You said Link probably had a good reason,” he rebutted with wide eyes and a slack jaw, “isn’t that like kind of like saying she deserves it or something?” Julien was visibly frustrated. He wasn’t putting words in her mouth and stuff like she was saying! How couldn’t she see that? He was not the most eloquent person. He knew that. Sure, at times he liked to believe he was, especially since Dan and his dad were great at speeches and pep talks…but he crumbled under pressure. And this situation? It felt like a lot of pressure. Julien took a deep breath and held it as Ivy spoke, lips pressed into a tight line and eyes zoned in on his tiny but rage-filled girlfriend. As crappy as this situation was and as upset as they both were, he wasn’t going to let her ‘I love you’ go unaddressed so he quickly replied to it with a, “well, I love you too. A lot. But it’s really not that different, Legs.”

While Julien had somehow managed to somewhat hold his own in this argument with Ivy, he started visibly wilting when she dismissed what he was saying and met his words with venom. “I—“ he stammered, shaking his head confusedly, “you’re twisting the situation.” His words came out like a whine and lacked any real conviction. He could see Ivy getting angrier with him in the way her eyes switched from icy to icier and her tone from kind of mean to straight up harsh. You couldn't like, stand up for a broom, Julien. So don't make this about me! If you hate how I act so much then like why are you even dating me? Julien visibly deflated and stared at Ivy with slightly parted lips as he unclenched his jaw and unknit his brows. “What does that even mean?” he asked quietly, not sure what a broomstick had to do with anything, “and how could you ask me that?”

Her refusal to meet his gaze made him feel uneasy. “Ivy,” he started, this time softer as he almost reached for her, but she interrupted his motion with an ‘I love you.’ He nodded vaguely as he stared down at her. “I know,” he said simply, “I love you too.” The tense energy between them hadn’t dissipated but he hoped that maybe after exchanging those words, she’d look at him and they’d be able to move past this. She’d look at him and know that the only reason they were having this fight was because Julien loved her. He thought she was awesome, the best there was, but how could other people get a glimpse of that when she was so concerned with being brutally honest or winning or whatever? It didn’t make sense to him. Why was a trophy and an archaic tactic more important than some innocent girl’s feelings to Ivy? “I just don’t g—“ but Julien didn’t get to finish that thought. When Ivy looked up at him, he didn’t see the warmth he was hoping for. “Oh,” he said as she got ready to leave him alone at her locker, “uh—okay. Okay, yeah, sure.” He wanted to say more, to tell her to stay, but something held him back. As she turned on one heel and didn’t turn back, all the questions about Davis and Vocal Adrenaline and cheating swirled in his head. He’d get around to them later. Maybe.

AND SCENE.

about me

-+My name is Davion Dada Smith  I have two older brother and one older sister I am the youngest of four my dad and mother separated when I was some  months my dad is in the Army he lived in South Carolina he been station up there since I was in the second grade. I am from Rockford, IL but I have moved to Camden Arkansas in the 7th grade with my grandmother  because she didn’t want to see me go down the wrong road so she moved me with her and showed me what hard work was growing up my granny had four job just to make sure she could take care of me then she put me in sports before the 7th grade I never played a down of organized football and she brought me my first pair of cleats and to find out that I was good at football but through my whole life I was known as a basketball player. so when I started playing football it felt real different after that basketball season had come around everyone didn’t think I could play then we had tryout and I balled out then made the team and we had our first came and coach had put me in the starting lineup and I balled out and then it seem like when people start seeing that I was good at sports I have starting to get all kind of friends. Then some years had passed I was still doing what I do in sports then my 10th grade year came and I wasn’t the big man on campus like I was in the pass I started off in basketball on JV instead on varsity so half of my sophomore season on the bench not getting no playing time until after the classics for the people who don’t know what the classic is it is a big tournament that Camden Fairview host and a lot of teams be in it, but back to my story I still wasn’t getting no game time but when I did get to play was a JV game and I was lighting the game up with like 20 pulse a game then the second half of the season game to and coach had pulled me in to his office and he told me Dada next game I am going to try you as our backup point guard, I were so happy but I didn’t tell anyone I wanted it to be a surprised to the whole team so the night before the game I couldn’t sleep I was up trying to remember all the plays trying not to mess up so when the game started and they was playing and coach said Dada go get Byron and I got in and help led us to a win so I end up having a good sophomore year but when we made the playoff and we was down by 27 points going into half time and coach had said dada I am going to start you the second half do what you do so when he did that I was a little nervous because I was just a young sophomore and I end up scoring 17 points in a lost and I was kind of sad for the senior that I was really close with and they was crying it was very sad sight to see and coach and everyone telling me good game.                             My junior year I started starting in football over a senior and he was very mad because he let a junior come in and take his spot over him and I end up having a very good junior year in football I scored 8 touchdown in that year and in basketball I became the start on the team leading us to the playoff averaging 17 points per game and we made it to the second round of the playoffs this time and lost but I had a great season in both sports and I loved it.                                                                                        Then my senior year had come and I was the big man on campus they had my football and basketball poster on the wall an in football I had a good season but the team didn’t and in basketball my points went from 17 points to 25 points per game and my high school caree was very good and I had a lot of kids in the city looking up to because I was good at every sport that I have played.             So if my granny wouldn’t made me moved to Camden with her I don’t know what I would have been I might would’ve been in jail or maybe dead because the week that I left my cousin died a couple days after I left and it hurt me bad because I always used to be with him so really my granny saved my life. S���

Stupid thing for no apparent reason

I feel shitty for sharing what makes me feel sad or mad or just a tiny bit infuriated. I mean, they have their own shit to deal with and the still seem to be able to be there for other people, so why can't I do it?

Oh well maybe because I'm a jacked up person who can't understand her own fucking morality and the state of mentality that she has is just incomprehensible.

I'm down with a lot of shit. I'd like to call myself open-minded and stuff, but the truth is I just really want to be included in everything.

I crave attention and it tends to become a disgusting habit of mine. I mean, JV, people are minding their damn business, let them live their lives.

My mind is like jelly and I'll probably just bombard my own space with stupid shit I write.

post 8

okeyyy so it may have been awhile since my last promised post, but hey I'm back lol. not my fault ya girl has been busy with hw and maintaining my gap. freshmen year is a little bit harder than i thought. i can imagine sophomore, junior, or senior alicen laughing at me rn but whatever. okay so back to where i left off with my story about noah.

so we first started officially dating october 8, 2016. this was our anniversary date that is stuck engraved in my brain. blegh. moving on lmao, anyways, it was like a week days before we started dating when we got into a disagreement and he ignored me until october 5th. i immediately was like what the fuck. why does this bitch feel like he can ignore me for the stupidest shit. he was mad because i told him that because of my strict parents, i can't date, and he told me that he wanted to wait for me. i was already like um...no. i want you to enjoy your junior year because i care for you and want you to have a really sweet girlfriend who can actually spend time with you and such. so he got frustrated because he kept thinking that i was pushing him away and he stopped talking to me for like three days, i was honestly like fuck you but because of who i am i was sad too. i personally was like, shit, i already fucked up my first potential hs relationship but i was like whatever. so about three or four days passed, and it was one of my jv volleyball games at santa ana hs. right before my game i dm’ed noah like hey dude, homecoming is in like a week. are we still going or not because i’m not wasting money on buying a ticket at the one day sale if we aren’t going together. i just said that to honestly make him respond faster because i had to go because of asb anyways. he was super chill like, “uh yeah why? obviously” my initial reaction was shit what the fuck, why do you think you can respond to me IN LIKE THREE MINUTES  when i’ve been trying to contact you for three days. I straight up told him i didn’t want to go out with him ever if he was just going to keep playing me like that and treating me like that. he promised to not do that ever again and 3 days later he and i sort of decided that was the day we really became official. i also pranked him so hard with lyric pranking which was like the big thing going around at the time so i got him with becky g’s singing in the shower, and soon was the day i got my real first boyfriend.

looking back, i regret being so weak and immediately crawling back into his arms the moment he reopened them but for some reason i craved his attention

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