#even made some friends ans shared art and stuff

[basslinegrave]

checked line play notices and saw its actually closing in february within EU :( i still think i would be able to get in somehow (maybe vpn) but i guess that will be it? its so weird now how theyre giving out stuff and putting up all past gachas when its not even worth getting stuff anymore. as for the new ones i believe those were planned so they will roll out new ones until the end... but it just feels sad seeing the stuff.. why give me so many free tickets when it doesnt matter in 2 weeks

[thegoldenshi-shi]

Sunny Simp Anon here!

I had ordered the zine when preorders first started and when I saw that you were in the zine many months later i got very excited!!

I took a pic and sent it to Smooch and shared the rest of the art with them and their friends and we loved it all and I love what you did with Jazz ans Prowl!!

The officiator: Any one object?

Prowl: *silently glaring*

Jazz: *had a cannon* :D

Also they look so good and I want to frame your art on my wall but I cant because it’s in a book but it’s so pretty and I love it and i want to hug it but it’s paper and akskdldkdk

Many conflict here you see

Also personal update myself, I probably didn’t do good on one of my exams today because i forgot there was an exam and I didn’t have my book and it was open book and so like, i didn’t do good but it is what it is

Also I want to hold your sideswipe so much, he is such a pretty boi and when he pops up he overtakes Sunny for a minute and is the star of the show and he knows he’s a pretty boi and will use it

I want to hold him so badly and domestic soft thoughts are my enemy cause I want them to be happy and heal from their pain and they are twins and they know each other the best and they went through hell and back and deserve good things!!!

Let Sunny become a famous artist again, let Sideswipe help with selling his brother’s paintings and also maybe own a lil bar and stuff also Bob being his cute self and get doted on and Sunny also maybe makes vent arts and let out his pain

I do personally headcanon that Sunny makes some vent arts but keeps some of them secret cause he doesn’t want to worry Sides too much with how he feels and it helped to just draw it out

Also me and my friends in the JazzProwl discord server made a lil meme thing into a bug angsty au and then we talked about the future after they mostly heal and it was from dark and angsty and stuff to more fluffy but still some angst(it’s with the Elite trine but i am gonna ask if we wanna include other ships and other lil stories besides the elite trine’s)

Anyways! I hope to be in your inbox again soon but some smaller things jn my life came up that needed my attention so I had to focus on those for a lil bit but i will return

-Sunny Simp Anon💛

Oh! You ordered a Monochromatic zine?

That's so exciting! I just got mine a few days ago~ I'm so happy to hear that you like my piece! I was really nervous about it because it was kinda spoofy compared to the others. It's pretty silly even by my normal standards hehe As far as my digital work goes, Sideswipe has been given so much love lately. It's great that his "pretty boi" status has been recognized. I purposefully designed him to look more friendly and open, so if he's making you think soft domestic things then I have done my job correctly hehe. On the subject of Sunstreaker's art habits, I think all artists make vent pieces at some point, writers and other creative mediums too (I know I do). So Sunny does probably have some pieces squirreled away here and there, I agree. I'm glad you're having fun on the JazzProwl server, and hope you get through whatever requires your attention now.

Don't rush through anything, I will still be here when you get done hehe.

[harrysweasleys]

A Change Of Heart

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Summary: Being Snape’s daughter, people think you have it easy at school, despite being a Gryffindor. But they treat you differently, no one really wants to be around you due to Snape’s reputation. And lucky for you, the only person who understands is Draco. [3rd year.]

Warnings: None

Word count: 2,140

A whisper made its way across the class as your father walked in. Usually, people whispered about him anyways, but considering Lupin was supposed to be teaching instead of your dad, they seemed a little more irritated than usual.

You lowered your head, avoiding the confused glares people sent your way about why he was here. The blinds were suddenly shut and darkness spread across the quiet room as your father turned to face the class.

“Turn to page 394.”

You noticed the thick book in front of you that you didn’t remember bringing in at all. Sharing a look with Hermione who seemed as startled as everyone else, you slowly started flipping to said page, passing the lessons you should have bee doing today.

“Uh, excuse me, sir?” Harry’s voice broke through the stillness, “Where’s professor Lupin?”

You kept your head lowered, knowing that your father’s relationship with Harry often got quite ugly, and you didn’t want to deal with that right now.

“That’s not really your concern, is it, Potter?” He spoke slowly, before raising an eyebrow and walking to the back of the class, “Suffice it to say your professor finds himself unable to teach at the present time. Turn to page 394.”

You heard a thud of pages to your left and Ron Weasley let out a gasp, “Werewolves?”

You scanned across the page, noticing that indeed, you guys were going to be learning about werewolves. Why, you had no idea.

“Werewolves? But sir, we just started learning about redcaps and hinkypunks. We’re not meant to start this for weeks.” Hermione spoke up, catching the attention of your already pissed off father.

He glared at her, his gaze softening once it landed on you next to her, “Quiet. Now, can anyone tell me the difference between a werewolf and an animagus?”

Looking around and noticing no one else had raised their hands, except for Hermione of course, your slowly raised yours.

“Y/N?” Your father spoke slowly.

Hiding the redness creeping up your neck from the sudden attention, you steadied your voice, “An animagus is someone who elects to turn themselves into an animal. A werewolf has no choice. With each full moon, he or she forgets who they are, they’d kill anyone who crossed their path.”

Your father smiled briefly at you before covering it with a glare at the rest of the class, “Good. Now, by Monday morning on my desk I want two rolls of parchment on the werewolf, with emphasis on recognizing it.”

The class broke out into groans, mostly from the loud Slytherin boys at the back of the class. You ducked your head, knowing people were going to make snide comments to you about how strict your father is when you went back to the Common Room.

“Sir, it’s Quidditch tomorrow,” Harry groaned, stopping once he was face to face with the angry professor.

“Then I suggest you take extra care. Loss of limb will not excuse you,” he spoke in Harry’s face before turning back to face the rest of the class and continuing his lecture. You tuned him out slightly, scribbling little notes in your book now and then when your ears caught certain words, but apart from that, you weren’t paying attention.

What felt like four hours later, the class ended and you grabbed your books, moving as quickly as you could out of the class to avoid any confrontation.

“Snape is the worst, wish he’d just jump off a cliff,” a girl muttered to her friend as she pushed by you, her friend agreeing with her.

“Can’t believe he’s got us doing all of this, doesn’t he understand that he’s not the only professor in the entire school,” Harry grumbled to Ron as they turned the corner away from you. You tuned out the crowd, rushing to a corner to take a breath. You hated how all you ever heard was how terrible, cruel, awful, disgusting your father was. Sure, you disagreed with his methods sometimes, but you loved him.

You felt tears prick your eyes and you tried your best to hide them as you hid your face, letting the crowd of students pass by in a rush to get out of Defence Against the Dark Arts.

As the crowd died down, you took a deep breath and prepared to go back into the hall, but you were interrupted by a voice from right beside you.

“What’s got you looking like you want to cry in the shower for eight years?”

You snapped your head to the right, eyes immediately landing on Draco Malfoy leaning against the wall, eyes on you.

“It’s nothing,” you hid your face in your hair once more, looking down to the books you were clutching in your hands, hoping he’d drop the subject with lack of care.

“Oh, please, I know that look. I see countless people crying in hidden corners every day,” he crossed his arms, not breaking eye contact. You had never really spoken to him, but you knew all about him and his family from your dad. They were, what you could call, ‘work buddies.’

“Draco, just leave me alone,” you sighed, pushing your hair behind your ear to face him. A look of sympathy crossed his face as he noticed how upset you actually were.

“Come with me.” He grabbed your arm gently and pulled you down the hall. You barely knew him, but for some reason you found yourself following after him without fighting. He pulled you down hallways, ignoring the strange glances people shot your way, and pulled you into a quiet classroom. You had never been in here before, and by the looks of it, it hadn’t been touched in years.

“Talk. I’m a good listener.” He shot you a genuine smile. You cocked an eyebrow, wondering why he was being so kind to you, but you didn’t feel like arguing.

“Fine,” you sat down on a dusty chair, “It’s tough being Snape’s daughter. Don’t get me wrong, he’s… a great dad, but the stuff that students say about him gets to me.”

He nodded slowly, “I get it.”

“You do?”

He smiled at you, nodding his head, “Yeah, kind of. My father has a reputation too. Not a good one. I know that people talk about him when I’m around. It sucks.”

You nodded slowly, “That does sucks, I’m sorry.”

He furrowed his eyebrows, “Don’t be sorry, I’ve dealt with it my whole life. I had a feeling that’s what was bothering you. Anyways, all I’m saying is you can’t let them get to you. No one ever really likes their teacher. There’s nothing anyone can do about it.”

You laughed sarcastically, “Wow, really helpful, thanks. I feel loads better.”

He stepped off the desk and walked closer to you, “I’m serious, you can’t let what other people say affect you. Your dad doesn’t care what people say about him, so nor should you.”

He was right. Your dad didn’t care what people thought of him. You figured you might have overreacted slightly, but he was your family. You didn’t want people talking about him that way.

“You’re right,” you muttered, looking up at him with a little more determination, “You’re right, I shouldn’t let what people say affect how I feel.”

And from then on, you tried not to. You’d ignore the glares, the negative comments, and you even got closer to Draco. He sometimes sat with you in Potions where he knew students would treat you a little meaner. You’d hang out with him in the evenings to avoid the Common Room, and sometimes you’d find yourself hanging out with him without even having an excuse.

“So, that’s when I told him that I’d shove my wand so far up his nose it’d come out the back of his skull,” you finished your story, Draco bursting into laughter, his shoulders shaking.

“That’s how you get someone to leave you alone!” He continued laughing, his cheeks turning slightly pink and his hair falling into his face. For some reason you found yourself wanting to gently tuck the strand back with the rest of his hair, but you couldn’t figure out why the sudden urge. You shook your head, clearing yourself of your thoughts before cracking a smile.

“I guess it is,” you smiled, hiding the blush that crept onto your cheeks. Damn Draco Malfoy and his stupid charm.

“So, I’ve got to run off to stupid Transfiguration, talk to you later,” he picked up the book on his lap and stood up, waving goodbye and taking off down the courtyard and into the castle. As he disappeared inside, you let out a sigh, leaning back against the cold bench and shaking your head. You knew damn well you were developing feelings, but there was no way in hell you were okay with it.

You stood up, trying to clear your head before taking off into the castle. You slowly made your way up to the Common Room, taking your time as you didn’t really have anywhere else to be. You spoke the password to the fat lady and walked in, plopping down on the couch in front of the crackling fire.

You sat there for what felt like hours, the clouds rolling in and the magical fire not dying down in the slightest, before you heard a faint knock at the door. You had never really heard anyone knock before, so you got up, figuring Neville or Ginny had forgotten the password again, but stumbled back in shock when Draco stood in front of the doorway, hands in his pockets and an awkward smile on his face.

“Draco?”

“Yep, hi.” He grinned, motioning for you to step outside, which you did.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, moving out of the way to let a group of Gryffindors walk past the painting. Draco shrugged, seemingly embarrassed.

“Do you, I don’t know, wanna go for a walk?” He asked nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders once again as if he had an irritating twitch and something on his mind.

“Sure,” you grinned, letting him lead the way down the stairs. You walked in silence for a while, almost as if Draco wanted to lead you somewhere private to talk. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but you knew that he was taking you on a walk for a certain reason and you could feel unwelcome nerves bundling in your stomach.

“Where are we going?”

He didn’t answer, but his pace quickened and you followed suit. Eventually, you found yourself in front of the same classroom as he had dragged you in a week before, and you followed him inside without saying anything. You felt your heart beating against your ribcage, slightly out of breath from the half-jog you did the whole way here.

He shut the door behind you, his breathing picking up.

“Draco, you’re being weird… are you ok?” You asked, approaching him cautiously.

He turned to face you, eyes wild and cheeks still slightly pink. Before answering you, he grabbed your face and pulled your lips to meet his. His lips were soft, despite his actions, and you felt your knees buckle.

He immediately pulled away, “I- I shouldn’t have done that, I’m sorry.”

You felt your cheeks flushed as you tried to wrap your head around what just happened. He noticed your silence and nodded his head slowly, making his way back to the door. Holy crap.

“Wait, Draco,” you tried to speak but it came out as more of a squeak. He turned around, eyes slightly hurt but he stayed to listen.

“Come back here,” you smiled, watching his slow steps as he took his sweet time walking back to you.

As he stood in front of you, his breathing still quick, you gazed up into his eyes and lifted your arms, wrapping your arms around his neck and running your fingers through his hair, pushing his head down, connecting his lips with yours.

He leaned into you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his body flush against yours. You smiled into the kiss, loving the feeling of his lips moving against yours. He lifted you up slightly, lips not leaving yours, and placed you on a desk, one of his hands finding its way into your hair as the two of you started heating up.

He started placing kisses down your jawline and onto your neck, his gentle hands gripping onto you as if you were to disappear between his fingers. Before he could make his way back to your lips, the door swung open and an angry figure stood in the doorway. Draco pulled away in a second, shielding you from whoever’s eyes were on the two of you.

“Malfoy, what are you doing to my daughter?”

[socialcrisismentalcrisis]

MENTAL HEALTH SELF CARE MUTAL AID NOTES.

MENTAL HEALTH SELF CARE MUTAL AID NOTES.

 ( https://www.facebook.com/socialcrisismentalcrisis )

MADNESS < DEPRESSION < MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES < LONELINESS < BOREDOM ARE REVOLUTIONARY REFLEXES BOUND TO THE CAPITALIST ORDER.SUFFER NO MORE! LEARN TO HARNESS AND FOCUS THESE MENTAL SPACES AND MODES OF LIVING, OPEN NEW HORIZONS FOR COMMUNIST LIFE. 1. DREAMING HELPS. IF YOU ARE UPSET, LOW, SCARED OR BORED - TAKE A NAP AND SLEEP ON IT. ENTERING DREAM LANDSCAPES WILL HELP YOU PROCESS YOUR PAINFUL THOUGHTS AND YOU WILL WAKE UP IN A DIFFERENT PLACE, HEAD-SPACE AND TIME. CAPITALISM STEALS YOUR FUCKING DREAMS.

2. WATER IS SOOTHING. IF YOU CAN TAKE A LONG BATH OR SHOWER OR SWIM AND LET GO OF YOUR FEARS. WASH OFF ALL THE SHITE THAT CAPTALISM HAS THROWN AT YOU THEN WATCH IT DRAIN AWAY.

3. TALK TO YOUR FRIENDS, FAMILY AND COMRADES (EVEN IF THEY ARE DRIVING YOU UP THE WALL, OR ARE PART OF YOUR PROBLEMS). MENTAL TRAUMA AND SUFFERING THOUGH PRIMARILY EXPERIENCED INDIVIDUALLY (AND PATHOLOGISED AS SUCH BY PSYCHIATRY) ARE SOCIAL, AND ARE THE RESULT OF A CAPITALIST ECONOMIC SYSTEM THAT IS CONTINGENT ON THE PERPETUATION OF MASS IMMISERATION. DIVE INTO YOUR PAIN, CONFRONT IT. COMMUNICATE WITH YOUR LOVED ONES EVEN IF THEY ARE PISSING YOU OFF.

4. WORK AS LITTLE AS POSSIBLE. WE ALL NEED MONEY TO LIVE AS THINGS STAND. IF YOU ARE STRUGGLING WITH MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES YOU ARE LEGALLY ENTTLED TO RECIEVE FINACIAL SUPPORT FROM THE STINKING STATE. THERE IS MORE THAN ENOUGH MONEY TO GO ROUND. IF YOU HAVE BEEN RECENTLY SACKED YOU CAN CLAIM WELFARE. THERE IS NO SHAME IN CLAIMING WELFARE -- ANYONE WHO SAYS THERE IS SHOULD FUCK RIGHT OFF AND SHUT UP. CRIME AND THEFT ARE ALSO GOOD OPTIONS AS IS ASKING OR DEMANDING THAT PEOPLE SHARE RESOURCES. ALL THE BETTER EN MASSE. BREAKING THE LAW IS GREAT FOR YOUR MENTAL WELL BEING. IF YOU DON'T FEEL LIKE WORK STOP IMMEDIATELY ANE DON'T FEEL GUILTY AT ALL - LOOK AT ALL YOUR OPTIONS THROUGH A PLEASURE PRISM. FUCK WORK TO ETERNITY. 

5. DRUGS. THERE ARE MANY TYPES OF DRUGS TO HELP DEAL WITH CHALLENGING HEAD SPACES AND SOCIAL CONSTRAINTS. DRUGS ARE COMPOUNDS OF CHEMICALS. SOME COMPOUNDS ARE LEGAL AND ADVOCATED BY THE PSYCHIATRIC INDUSTRY. THEY MAY HELP BUT READ UP WELL BEFORE YOU ACCEPT A COURSE OF MEDICATION AND TRY NOT TO BE PALMED OFF WITH CHEAP AND NASTY PHARMACEUTICALS AS THESE WILL REALLY FUCK YOU UP. OTHER COMPOUNDS OF CHEMICALS ARE CLASSIFIED AS ILLEGAL. THEY MAY ALSO HELP YOU COPE WITH DIFFICULT MOODS AND REACTIONS ENDUCED BY THE CAPITALIST ORDER. EXPERIMENT CAREFULLY, CHOOSE HIGH GRADE DRUGS FOR SAFETY AND BE CAREFUL WITH DOSING. TAKE DRUGS WTH OTHERS, IT'S FUN. (DO IT VIA THE INTERNET IF YOU NEED TO.) DRUGS ARE SOCIAL OR SHOULD BE. IGNORE ALL DRUG MORALISTS THEY ARE WRONG, LIBERAL, AND BORING.

6. ARE YOU HOME MORE THAN USUAL AND ISOLATED WITH CABBIN FEVER? STAY AS SOCIAL AS YOU CAN BE. PHONE YOUR FRIENDS AND COMRADES EVEN IF YOU DON'T FEEL LIKE IT. ORGANISE MEETINGS TO DISCUSS TOGETHER HOW TO RESPOND, COLLECTIVELY, TO THE CRISIS. COME UP WITH DEMANDS AND PLANS WITH YOUR COMRADES. PHONE YOUR PALS AND CHAT SHIT. SHARE STUFF STAY SOCIAL TALK THINGS THROUGH AS MANY TIMES AS YOU NEED TO. DO THE STUFF YOU HAVE BEEN PUTTING OFF FOR YEARS LIKE CLEANING EVERYTHING IN YOUR HOME (IF YOU HAVE ONE), SORTING OUT YOUR HARD DRIVE, WRITTING TO FAMILY MEMBERS AND OLD FRIENDS OR TELLING PEOPLE THEY ARE CUNTS. WHATEVER IT TAKES KEEP MOVING AND DON'T DWELL ON YOUR FOUR WALLS. SCALE RIGHT OUT OF NORMAL LIFE AND TIME -- LOOK AT YOUR LIFE FROM AFAR THEN MAKE LOADS OF CHNAGES OR TWEAKS. DON'T BE SCARED BY RUPTURES. JOIN GROUPS, UNIONS AND STAY SOCIAL.

7. DO YOU NOW HAVE WAY TOO MUCH TIME ON YOUR HANDS? ONLY ONE THING TO DO. LET GO OF TIME. JUST LET IT GO AND STOP BEATING YOURSELF WITH MINUTES, HOURS AND WEEKS. IGNORE THE NAGGING GUILT OF PRODUCTIVITY. SIGN ON. SIGN OFF. SMASH ALL CLOCKS. THEN INSTEAD OF ALLOWING INCREMENTS OF MEASURE TO REGULATE WHAT YOU DO, JUST DO WHAT YOU FEEL LIKE. TRY MAKING ART, WRITTING, READING, THINKING WITHOUT CONSTRAINT, MAKE DEMANDS, SING THE INTERNATIONALE. BUILD REVOLUTIONARY ORGANISATIONS AND MAKE THE CHANGES WE ALL NEED TO THE SOCIAL ORDER.

8. DANCING, WANKING AND SHAGGING ARE FREE AND MAKE YOU FEEL GOOD. DON'T FORGET!

9. IF YOU CAN'T SLEEP EAT LOTS OF STARCHY FOODS LIKE BREAD, PASTA AND RICE. WHITE SUGAR IS FUCKING EVIL, AVOID IT IF POSSIBLE. TRY OTHER SWEETENERS. CHOCOLATE IS A GREAT FORM OF MEDICATION. CHILLI GETS YOU HIGH. NEVER WORRY ABOUT YOUR WEIGHT OR THE FORM YOUR BODY HAS TAKEN. IGNORE BODY FASCISTS, NEVER LET THEM GET TO YOU AND LAUGH AT THEIR GROSS SELF-MADE PRISONS, THEIR OBSCENE ADVERTS AND ROTTEN HOLLOW DREAMS. TOGTHER WE WILL SMASH THE COMMODITY.

10. SOLIDARITY IS NOT AN ABSTRACT CONCEPT. IT IS SOMETHING THAT WE ALL MUST PRACTICE AND SOMETHING THAT WE ALL MUST COLLECTIVELY STRUGGLE FOR EVERY DAMN DAY. IT SHOULD INFORM ALL THAT WE DO, AND ALL THAT WE DREAM OF AND HOW WE RELATE TO EACH OTHER. TRY BEING KIND INSTEAD OF COMPETITIVE. TRY MUTUAL AID INSTEAD OF HOARDING. SOLIDARITY WILL END CAPITALISM IF IT BECOMES COLLECTIVE PRAXIS. COMMUNISM WILL ONLY BE FORMED THROUGH COLLECTIVE SOLIDARITY WHICH WILL IMPROVE EVERYONE'S MENTAL HEATH.

11. NEVER FORGET IT'S SICK TO BE SICK. WEAPONISE YOUR ILLNESS AND LISTEN TO ITS DEMANDS. TAKE PRIDE IN WHAT IS LABELLED AS DEFORMITY AND KNOW THE REVOLUTONARY POTENTIAL IN ALL THAT IS DISABLED. CAPITALISM IS THE ILLNESS COMMUNISM IS THE CURE.

[kathyorihara]

Shitty things girls in my Highschool did

#1. F for fucked up: F convinced her ex/bf to have sex with her: This is shitty due to the fact that he had just told her he was gay and they were broken up or were about to. And she kept insisting he do it with her just to see what it was like until he gave in then she got pregnant with his kid but they stayed separated. She later began dating other guys and kept convincing them to do it with her. Cheat with on her bf and complain/cry about him the enterie time they were first dating. They moved in on our table and all i would see durring lunch was her either bitch or cry about him (it was a very toxic relationship. Senior year her ex was dating one of my friends and he cheated on her with this girl multiple times. Like she even warned my friend about him cuz they were somewhat friends. There eas even one time where i saw the guy crying while tslking to a teacher in his seperate room. From what i know is that my friend found out about the cheating and this other girl I know was involved and somethinh to do about someone aborting his child or he though they were when they weren't. Even though this girl has done that before to him. (The guys not a good person either)

#2. J&L: Called a teacher petty for calling them out on not doing their work. ( not as bad but just pissed me off).

#3. J: So much shit went down with this girl but not as bad as the next one. In spanish class I sat at a table where I knew at leat two of the girls that sat there. One was a girl I knew since elementary and one was a friend of a friend. Maggie (her nick name/ elemntary girl) was friends with this guy that sat at out table named Brian (there was like 5 brians in our grade). Some fight happed between Maggie and Brian's girlfriend because this other girl that used to go to our school started shit on facebook with both of them. Then J blamed maggie for starting it when they were called into the proncipals office. She had told Brian to stay away from Maggie even though they were just friends they had no intrest in each other romantically. She basically secluded him into this circle of only herself and 5 guyfriends. Durring the weeks leading up to prom she was one of the canidates. My other two friends were as well. She however decided to be a bitch about it all. She over heard my friend E say where she was going to hang up her posters and she put hers where my friends were supposed to be as soon as advisory ended. E was also absent one day cuz she went to get her nails and hair done for prom so her other friend passed out cupcakes on her behalf. This bitch started saying shit about how my friends attempt was dumb and that she didn't show cuz she was scared of losing. Like she was so certain everyone was going to vote for her when she only had like the least amount of voters. Her boyfriend was also a canidate and he was more supportive of his friend winning then himself. She was also very rude when asking for votes and talkinh shit about my friends. It was finally prom and from what I heard from my friends she was still talking shit about my friends that were against her. Luckily my friend Jenna won and E took it well when she was cronwed princess. But J did not she said some shit under her breath but my friends heard her. I don't know how she thought she was going to win when most people didn't lkie her.

EVERY ONE KNEW SHE WASN'T GOING TO WIN.

#3. Look everyone hates this bitch that will talk about next and I have said her real name before on here. She's such a shitty person. I have given her the name 'the demon' since her and one of my friends share the same name. They also used to be friends but she did some shit to my friend I don't remeber what. She dated my cousins best friend and durring that time you could see how much of an awful person she was. She would make him wait for her no matter what and get mad when he wanted to be left with his friends or get to class on time. She had to be with him where ever he went. He could not sit alone at lunch with his friends she had to be there or she'll complain his friends even stopped hang out around him after that. She would make him carry all her stuff along with his own to class. When they broke up she starting saying that he would try to convince her to do sexual things with him but I doubt he actually did. He got teassed about his time with her all throughout senior year. Senior year she started dating this other dude and from what my friends Edith told me it was awful. They had basically dry humped each other in the hall and in class.She would habe him come to her classees when there was a sub or vise versa just to makrr out. She had broken up with this dude over the phone and my friend was brought into the middle of their shit. She told my friend she was only with him for dating experience but she took him back anyway. She was placed in AP art and English senior year but sophomore to junior she was in honors English how she got to have those classes was because her parents made sure she got in despite having no actual reason to be there. You have to have high grades and be good at the given materoal she had neither. Her parents claimed she had a mental disability and that's why she acted the way she did but I just think she was just a bitch. In AP art one day she went to the bathroom and came back and said she lost her ring. She had the teacher make every student there help her search while she did nothing but look once at the table. She started accussing everyone of stealing it and that it was a present from her boyfriend. Where did they find it? IN HER FUCKING STUFF! they asked her if it was there multiple time and she said no. The whole AP class was going to get in troble because she though someone stole her dollar store ring. This other time we were going to on a field trip and while the students were ariving the art teacher called over my friend. He was lectuaring his AP art class about bullying and how they shouldn't do it to this bitch cuz she went to her parents and said she was being bullied by the class. Like no you weren't we just don't like you no one bullied her. What happened was that she made one mistake and someone laughed it wasn't even that bad it could of been me that made that mistake but i still wouldn't consider it bullying.

That's all for now I'll ask my friend for more if you guys want more doubt anyone sees this though.

[anewenfartist]

Writing Critique for the ENF-Sports Contest

Writing Critique

The following are judge comments on the writing submissions (for people who wrote, and agreed they’d like to see the critique on their work from the judges). The critique isn’t meant to reveal what judge placed you in what spot. The comments and submissions will be in no particular order. Judges were not required to provide comments, but they were allowed to if they felt they wanted to share their thoughts with the contestants.

Even if it’s not your entry, I encourage any artists to look at this critique and consider it. Reading critique of someone else’s work could give you good insight what to do with your own art too!

If your stuff isn’t listed here, but you want it to be, let me know. I can edit your stuff in.

There is an exception to the writing comments. IGankMid did a great job of organizing their thoughts, but some tie into other critiques. Sorry if there were writers who didn’t want this public, but this one has to be posted as a whole. So everything from Gank will be here:

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- The start's nervousness and build up is great with such nice little details and observations as she prepares. As it continues, it's clear word choice is definitely a strong suit of yours, fantastic vocabulary and ability to paint little moments. There are some grammatical errors here and there, though very few, and probably not as noticeable to a reader who isn't scouring it critically. The buildup continues to be great, my heart racing along with the stories character. I'm of course left wondering 'why' she entered of course, but that seems to be less and less important as you're so wrapped up in the events. A fantastic entry!

* * *  A creative and effective combination of the main contest themes. The story is well-paced, managing to keep things constantly moving while still fully explaining the premise, and held together by a view from Six’s internal narrative. A great entry!

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- The grandiose start with the competitors on stage made for a good scene set up. The variety of events and characters allowed for a couple of different angles to be covered.  This has the risk of some parts feeling a bit lacking in depth though. A bit of a more careful eye should also be considered for editing, some errors did seem to slip by. The characters seem a lot of fun, and it seems like a lot of stories could be told with them, as groups or even individually. Interesting risk with the ending, leaving it up to the reader.

 * * * This entry was very on-theme, good job! Since there were so many characters in a relatively short story, there wasn’t much time to get invested them all. I wasn’t previously familiar with any of the characters in the inter-narrative, but their personalities came across quickly through their actions and reactions. I didn’t expect the cliffhanger ending, but it won me over.

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- The start is a bit slow and stilted, but things pick up with the clever idea of a song from her past inspiring her. The character's personality I feel were well thought out, her want to win and do better fueling herself to push herself in other risky ways. The vocabulary at points feels redundant or too reused. You do a well enough job avoiding grammar and spelling errors. The ENF was on the light side as well at the start, but you do eventually pay off that risk with some true proper conflict and worry.

 * * * This story had one of the simpler settings, which allowed the character and plot to take center stage. The slow build of tension worked well, finishing strongly with an exciting conclusion. The details were well thought-out too, from “Run to Cure the Common Cold” to “Average Jill’s Gym.” Quality writing, as usual from Anon!

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- A fierce rivalry of events with mischief abound is a good set up. The embarrassment aided upsets were a nice touch. Characters were a bit cliché and lacking much depth, but were still fun to see sabotaging each other. I feel some scenes could have used a bit more focus and descriptions, just to add a bit more zest. Still a fun little story with some classic pranks.

* * * This story had a nice symmetry to it. It was predictable, since you knew that one section would very likely build and reverse on the next, but I still found this structure aesthetically pleasant. The competitive spirit of both characters showed strongly, but I didn’t pick up much else about who they are. There were a few technical mistakes, but they didn’t get too much in the way of the story. (I’d suggest getting someone to proofread next time, though.) 

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- I found the story to be fun, good use of determination to play to get her to stay so undressed. Your descriptions were good too. The biggest crippling issue with the story though is that you at times seem to really get the wrong word put into some sentences, sometimes to the point where I wasn't sure what it should be. The story would do well from a proof read where the lines are spoken out loud I believe.

 * * * This took a kernel of reality and expanded it into a whole story. Katelyn felt like a real character (although none of the background characters resonated with me particularly). There were a couple of typos (e.g. “ur was useless” instead of “it was useless”, “they naked fighterfeel” instead of I think “the naked fighter fell”?), but overall the story was still well-written.

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- I like the set up, and felt the girl's dynamic was cute. I think Eunjung gave in a bit quickly to give up her panties though, there could have been more time spent with that, to clarify it being such a big deal. Some of the dialogue feels a little stilted too. Pacing could be stronger as well I feel, but overall the story was fun. The romantic angle was also very sweet. Oh, no points were docked for this, but hosting your story on a site that won't censor it to non members is probably best in the future for contest entries. Don't want to make it tough on judges and readers to get to your content.

 * * * Definitely a cute concept. The sports and ENF are mostly confined to the first half of the story, with the second half being more romance. My main problem was that a lot of the characters’ actions felt somehow hollow to me, not really meshing with the personalities I was seeing in their words and reactions. It might have helped me follow along if the story spent more time to highlight their motivations for all these hijinks. The hijinks themselves were fun though, and the general story structure was solid.

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- Another entry with a very unique setting, taking full advantage of the openness of the contest! High stakes game that forces players to play along with ridiculous whims is definitely a great concept as well, and it's handled in as fun of a way as the fun that the princess and such seem to have with it. Only thing I feel the story lacked was getting to know a few of the characters better or focusing on some moments more. * * * A lovely take on alien Calvinball! There was a humorous undercurrent throughout the story, with plenty of cute moments from the protagonists. There were a bunch of characters, but each of their personalities came across clearly during the short story. Congrats on a fine ENF sports story!

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- I would have to say this is one of the more original sports for the contest for sure. I loved the fascination of our main girl as she is so transfixed on her petrified schoolmate. A shame to see it end in such a "To Be Continued" but that's a shame because I do want to read more, and that's a sign of a good stoy for sure. Your grammar and spelling seem to be quite well done. Yet really, it doesn't feel criminally short and unfinished, so probably your greatest flaw.

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This was definitely an unexpected and unique setting, compared to the other entries. Though this judge was completely unfamiliar with slime/petrification, they were integrated in a way that didn’t unduly distract from the main contest themes. The structure and details of the story were well-crafted, and it had plenty of sports and ENF elements.

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- The setting of course stands out as pretty original, don't see many stories like this set in ancient Greece! There are few small tense errors or missed spellings, especially as the story goes on. The contrast of the many men around her, some so intimidating as our antagonist, is a strong contrast to our ENF star, which works I think for adding to her sticking out more. Very happy to see her win as well.* * *A very interesting entry! The setting and tone both match with a sort of “ancient legend” feel, which was a different take than most on the contest themes. It made for an effective story! The core structure was simple - a hero overcoming an obstacle - but it’s a classic one! The style made the story very immersive. (I didn’t notice any big English problems, except an occasional strange tense. E.g. “Clyo has never seen a more magnificent temple” was a sudden present tense.)

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- The story's biggest problem is that it's a tad straight forward. Events followed by events without much highlighting or focusing on any subjects. The overall premise is a great set up for a story. With a bit more polish and spice added, you'd have a great tale.

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I could see this working well as a script for actors - it’s dialogue-focused and has the main beats for actions. I liked that there was a surprise ending. The spelling/grammar mistakes were somewhat distracting, so I’d really recommend getting a friend to help proofread.

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- The sport is definitely a fun idea. Girls shooting and making other girl's clothes vanishing is fun. A few inconsistencies in terms of personalities and rules I felt. A few grammar mistakes like missing words cause a bit of a delay in understanding a sentence or two. The characterizations feel a bit forced and sudden without much build up too. The tonal difference between cute exposure and death is a bit stark as well.

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The repeated character death really made this story hard to read for me. I had to read it at an emotional distance to get through it at all, which hampered any impact it could have had otherwise. I'm sure there's a target audience for this story, but at least for this judge, the casual killings got in the way of everything else.

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It's interesting to know so clearly ahead of time what will happen. Suspense surely does build, wondering when disaster will finally strike. Really enjoying some of the attention to detail you give. Your vocabulary is definitely not a weak point either. There are few grammar hiccups I noticed as I went. Especially thought your description of the suit coming apart was pretty great. A very fun short tale overall.

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A pretty simple ENF story, with a typical setup/reveal/aftermath structure. I couldn’t really get a feel for who Amanda was as a character, apart from a bit at the end when interacting with her friend. I liked the content of the two descriptive paragraphs: the one starting with “Her lungs burned” and the one starting with “The judge raises a hand.” However the first few words weren’t very representative of the paragraphs’ contents, so they would have been easy to accidentally skim over if I weren’t in contest-judging-read-every-word-mode. It might have helped to split them up into two or three paragraphs, to let the reader know which beats are important. (Erotica readers can be impatient, so you have to guide them!)

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You have some really good atmosphere to the story, that's for sure. Nice angle part way through as well with using commentary as an alternate way to narrate the story partway through to change it up for a bit. Good job capturing the excitement and action too. The main flaw I'd say is the story could have focused more on some ENF themes. So a bit of a miss with the theme since so many other types of emotions take over the story, and ENF was supposed to be a big deal of course.

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- Cool world-building! Kate has a good character arc over the course of the story, which is the main strength of this entry. (I didn’t connect very much with Maria or the other background characters while reading, but maybe others did.) The sci-fi setting was a cool backdrop for a “dangerous racing” story.

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first line tag meme

tagged by @alysae bc she either likes my writing (????? how????) or is calling me out... hmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Rules: List the firts lines of your last 20 stories (or however many you have altogether) See if there are any patterns. Then, tagg your favourite authors. Alys why tf did u tag me I only write Aus I´m crying I don´t quilify as a fave author

Y´all ready for all the fandoms I once planned to ruin?

Home (Harrymort)

     Her hair was dark, dark charcoal and she looked so small Harry was sure she would have fit in the cupboard under the stairs.  

 She looks so small compared to the huge coffin In which lay the red eyes that used to haunt him under those stairs, too.

For Voldemort and Valour (Harrymort)

“We need to wait,” Snape had told him. “Wait until no one will notice us leaving.”

That had been days ago. Scorpius trusted Snape, of course. This might be another reality --a bizarre, terrible, scary one—but Snape was a war hero, after all. He remembered how Snape’s eyes had gone wild when Scorpius had told him about Albus’ grandmother, Lily, and had begged him to help him restore the future.

Snape had looked at him like he was hope, and had asked him to wait until he could warn the others, until he could make a plan.

And six seconds (Harrymort)

Harry’s soulmate clock peaked out from under the sleeve of his uniform when he raised his hand to rub his eyes.

It was late and he was tired, but profesor Snape had decided to ask for a full detailed inform about vampires that was due the next morning. Dumbledore had been reducing Harry’s free time more and more each month since the beginning of the year. Now his mornings where filled with classes, his afternoons with the headmaster and his pensieve, his nights with homework and his early mornings with the occasional torture vision courtesy of the Dark Lord.

Sometimes his life sounded utterly ridiculous.

In dark suspension (Harrymort)

Ginny couldn't remember the first time she told Tom about Harry Potter, but she remembered how much he used to dislike when she talked about him.

"Tell me about you Ginny, not him. I want to know more about you"

"I'm not that special, Tom. I talk about myself all the time. And I really need help with Harry... I'm sure he thinks I'm weird. I can't even talk properly when he is around!"

Ginny would not be able to point out the first thing he told Tom about Harry, but she would never forget the way the diary had suddenly become quiet for days after she told him why Harry was famous.

She would never be able to forget the sudden interest Tom took in what he used to call Harry-centered conversations.

Take it on (Harrymort) 

“AND THE BOY WHO LIVED DID IT AGAIN, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!”

The thunderous voice of the commentator was what took Harry out of his concentration state. As the adrenaline started to leave his body he felt his breathing slowing down and his heart starting to beat faster and faster as he looked up, slowly, and took his helmet off. The crowd went crazy, and Harry couldn’t help but smile, bright and proud and more than a bit smug. He had just won the world motocross competition. Again.

A dead man´s tale (Harrymort) 

Harry was angry. No, more than angry. He huffed, his breath leaving his lips in a cloud of white smoke when it came in contact with the cold winter air as he entered the big old doors of Hogwarts, still a bit dizzy from the apparition. Transportation spells had never been his thing, and apparently not amount of practice would ever change that.

The harrymort fuck the timeline one I wrote after going to a Monet exposition bc I´m a museum sucker. Also lol with only he first lines this sounds so not like the fic it actually is (Harrymort) 

Of course Hermione had heard about the exposition. There was no way she would let a one-time opportunity like this pass by. Ron had assured him this would be the last time he asked Harry to go with them to an art exposition. ´Only this time, please mate. I swear I won´t bother you again for five- no six! Six weeks!´ Those had been Ron´s exact words. And Harry, loving friend he was, had let himslef be persuaded into accompaning his bets friends on their cultural date.

The Voldemort won Au I wrote after reading that Merhur Au based on The Selection even though i have never read those books myself but #YOLO (Harrymort) 

Draco was not crying. Or shaking. And he definetly was not having trouble breathing. The paper lying on the table between his father and him was harmless, and it wasn´t like he hadn´t been expecting something like this to happen.

He just had to sign. Accept. So what if his heart was seconds for brusting out of his chest or if his palms were sweating? That ment nothing.

To the Drak Lord -his godfather- surely didn´t.

The Love potion AU I started to write for @bigjellymonster that grew 8 pages long in one night (two scenes bc I can´t shut up) so I got overwhelmed and stopped (Harrymort)

“Do you want some tea?”

Harry teared his eyes away from the window when Mr Lovegood entered the room again, the tea pot already in his hands.

“I think we will just wait for Lun-”

“Oh sure! I´ve missed tea!”. Hermione send a a deadly glare at Ron but he was too focused on the boiling pot their host carried in his hands to care. He made room for the bloody lovely tea as he called it, and offerd himself to go get some cups. Mr Lovegood smiled at him but his smile, just like the rest of his actions and words since the three of them had set a foot in his house, was tense.

The strange magic AU alys and I did bc yes i wrote 4 pages of that too (Harrymort)

This is a story about two kingdoms. Side by side, but worlds apart. All along the bordermagical flowers grew: primroses bloomed between light ans shadow. They are used to make love potions...

Because, after all, everybody deserves to be loved.

Untiled Aledrian with one sided Tifón/Adrian|Andras

De todos los habitantes de Rocavarancolia a los que Tifón, ahora Señor de los Asesinos, había soñado con matar, descuartizar y dejar pudrirse al sol, el protagonista indiscutible de la mayoría de sus fantasías era sin duda Andras Sula.

As days go by (the night´s on fire) (Aledrian)

La era de los reyes arácnidos fue magnífica. También terrible, cruel y oscua, si. Pero gloriosa.

De ello podía dar fé la estatua del torreón de Margalar.

Sueños (Aledrian)

- Es una decisón probablemente permanente, ¿no?

La pregunta calló sobre los presentes como una losa de silencio. Marina notó a Héctor tensarse a su lado y le rozó la mano con las puntas de los dedos.

No te preocupes, esto ya lo he soñado.

Poesía eres tu (AKA the Bécquer is a gay ghost and falls in love with a human boy who reads his poems thing I wrote at 16. AKA how I managed to make my Catholic High School literature teacher publish and share my gay ghost historical fiction both in his personal blog and to the rest of my teachers. And asked my classmates to read. everyone read the gay.

Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer sabía una cosa o dos sobre fantasmas. ¿Cómo? Preguntareís. Bueno, esa es una pegunta secilla: porque llevaba muchos, muchos años siendo uno.

The labrythin Au I tired to write to introduce myself into writing horror

Brooklyn solía decir que solo existían tres dias en todo el año: los dias fantásticos, los dias aburridos, y los dias odiosos.

Bien. Pues ese, era un dia odioso.

Pesadilla (Magnus Bane´s conception basically)

A veces la gente se pregunta se pregunta a que huele el infierno.

Muchos piensan que debe oler a quemado y azufre; esos olores que son difíciles de soportar y hacen que tu garganta se cierre y tus ojos lloren. A esos olores que se te meten por la nariz y la boca llenando cada espacio libre con su esencia. A esos olores que martillean tu cabeza hasta hacerte gritar por un poci de aire puro...

El joven matrimonio no olió nada cuando aquel demonio a pareció en su puerta.

So that´s it! I know these are not 20 but one thing you might want to know about me is that I always plot before I write. So when talking WIPs I have the plot written down and scenes but usually never the first scene. And then I have originial stuff but all that is in spanish and I think I have tortured y´all enough...

[huffletiika]

I could answer if you stopped choking me.

Ok, so after yesterday’s drama, this is a little bit funnier xD! this is an AU where Ambar and Luna share a flat, and they are at the university. Again, sorry if there are some grammatical mistakes, english is not my first language. Hope you like it.

DAY 3 - “I’m your roommate’s friend and I have an extra key to your apartment but clearly my friend did not tell you about that so now I’m pinned against the wall because you think I’m a murderer and holy shit where do u take martial arts?”  

Someone once told him that after every strange situation, there’s always a funny story to tell. Well, that must be true, because there’s no way he could explain his friends how he ended up pinned against a wall, with the elbow of a very beautiful girl on his throat, without them laughing their lungs out of their chests.

Nico and Pedro will laugh at him for a month, and Luna will join them.

That, of course, if he survives to this encounter.

“Who are you? And how did you get in here?” she demanded to know, but he could barely breath, so explaining himself would be a little bit more difficult.

“M… my… t-throat” he got to say, and she squinted her eyes. “I ca-can’t… ans…wer, you are ch…o-choking me.” he added, and got to fill his lungs with fresh air when she eased her strain.

It felt like heaven.

“Holy shit, you’re very good! Do you practice martial arts? I wanted to do it when I was a kid, but then started to like playing the guitar, so I forgot about it, and…”

“Stop! I’m not interested about your childhood dreams.” She interrupted him. “I need you to tell me who you are, and how the hell you got into this apartment! And do it fast, I’m not usually patient.” She added.

She was drop dead gorgeous, he thought.

“I’m not a murderer or a thief, if that’s what you are thinking” he answered, and then showed her the copy of keys Luna gave him that morning. “Luna has been storing some of my belongings here in your apartment, a couple of amplifiers and stuff like that, because we were remodeling the practicing room in our band’s flat, and there was no space in the other rooms for everything.” He explained. “She gave me the keys because I need those things tonight, we are going to play, and she has classes until late.”

She freed him when he finished talking.

“So you are the musician guy” she said.

“And you are the blonde kind-of-crazy roommate, aren’t you?” he asked, with a smirk.

“Luna told you I was crazy?” She looked kind of annoyed.

“Nope, I figured it out by myself while you were kicking my ass and pinning me against walls.” He said, smiling. “Believe me, there are much better ways to get pinned on walls, and I would gladly show them all for you.” He added, and looked the embarrassment growing on her face.

“You are such a slob” she said.

“And you are such a princess” he answered.

She rolled her eyes.

“Whatever.” She didn’t look amused by his charming personality. “Anyway, your stuff is on Luna’s bedroom, she put everything there, even if I told her it was right if she wanted to let them on the living room. Second door at the left, but if you know her, you will immediately know which one is.”

She was right.

Luna’s door had a lot of stuff pinned on it, stars and roller skates made of paper principally, while other doors were plain white. He opened the door and looked for his belongings, founding them on one of the corners, perfectly organized. He smiled, her best friend was always very messy, but she had a special treatment to those things that doesn’t belong to her.

The problem is, he didn’t remember they had left so many things with Luna, if so, he would have brought Pedro and Nico to help, because now he will need like ten trips to get all that stuff on the back of his old Chevy.  

Oh well.

The first three times he went to and from his car she just looked at him, looking very amused, while drinking a cup of tea on the living room. The next four she was in the kitchen, so he didn’t really see her, and he didn’t know where she was during the eight trip, but when he was going to lift the amplifier to start the 9th trip, she appeared on the door, leaning on the door frame.

“Do you need help?” she asked, and he looked at her surprised.

“Yeah, since half an hour ago” he answered.

“Don’t be such a baby” her face told him she was having fun in the moment. “If I help you with that last box, you won’t need to come up here again.” She said, and he had to accept she was right, he was kind of tired of going up and down by the stairs.

“Ok, you win” he said, and she smiled and took the last box, which was filled with wires, while he lifted the amplifier.

They didn’t say a word while going down the stairs, but as soon as they went close to the Chevy, she started laughing.

“A Chevy?” she asked, letting the box in the back of the truck.

“Don’t you dare insult Betty, she has been there for me in all good and bad times, and has never let me down” he replied.

“And… It has a name” Ambar was laughing at this point.

“Of course she has a name, she is like family”

“If you say so…” she rolled her eyes. “So, you drive a Chevy. I thought you were more the mini-ban kind of guy. You know, the ones musicians drive on the movies.”

“Pedro has one of those” he replied, and she laughed.

“One of your band members?”

“Yeah.” He said, closing the back of his truck. “And, let me guess, you drive a pink Volkswagen beetle” he joked, and she frowned at him.

“No, mine is white.” she answered, seeming not very amused by him guessing her car’s model.

Anyway.

“Well, I have to go to meet the boys, we have to be ready for the show.” He said, and she nodded. “You could go, I mean, if you want to… it’s going to be at Jam & Roller’s. You know the place, right?” he asked.

“Yeah, I go there to roller skate” she answered, and he smiled.

“So you like roller skating”

“Who doesn’t?”

She had a point.

“So… are you going?” he insisted, and she rolled her eyes.

“I don’t know, I might be studying for a test I have tomorrow, is a very big one.” She answered, and she almost felt sorry when she saw his sad face. He was like a puppy. “But I could see your band play next time, I guess. I owe you that after, you know, almost choking you” she conclude.

“Yeah, it’s ok.” He wasn’t good hiding he felt disappointed. “Oh, and about you kicking my ass, can we omit that part while telling our friends about how we met?” he asked, and she shrugged, before he left.

And she tried to keep her promise, she really did, but Luna has her ways to make her say the whole truth about something. Yeah, she had to apologize with him afterwards, because everyone got to know about it, but at least he was clever enough and asked her for a date in compensation for the jokes he received from his friends, and it went so good, it became the start of a different story to tell, an amazing one.