#its already overdue because they don't give me time to work on them ever

[doodlboy]

I had to call off work again,my fever spiked & I feel like shit

[thebramblewood]

Hey! :) First I want to say I just loveee your story and the universe you created and the lastest update is truly heartbreaking but I was super curious on the spellcaster vs vampire dynamic in your world and what are the limits of it, especially morally for Caleb:

If giving the chance, would Caleb have turned Morgyn and the sages to vampires in order to save them? Would Caleb even want to do that, would that even be saving them in his eyes or would it be condemning them - a fate almost worse than death?

Thank you soooooo much! I'm having so much fun writing, sharing, and discussing this story with you all, even when it's painful. 😭

Before I get to these questions directly, I want to reiterate that this all originates from me deciding to kill off the Sages as an inciting plot point in the legacy-based story I started this blog with, Escape from Windenburg. I posted that story here in short snippets, but in its original form it was essentially written like a novel. You can read it at my retired blog if you're so inclined. (Yes, I was doing all that for nobody but myself.)

Since I know most people don't have time to casually read a 17-chapter story, I'm going to link the most relevant parts. The attack on the Sages (which is shown but using EA animations, so it's not terribly graphic) and Misael's defeat is here. An explanation for why the Sages cannot be revived is here, and I semi-rewrote this for Caleb's talk with Grace a few weeks back. Honestly, the reasoning behind why the Sages are dead dead has always been kind of hand-wave-y, but the essence of it is that they'd been using magic to extend their lifetimes already and since they were already overdue for death, the universe literally refuses to give them back, even if methods of revival technically exist.

Combined with that fact, I know there are lots of different takes on vampire creation lore, but in this universe it's only possible if the person is still alive. They might be barely hanging on (like Helena), but they can't be fully dead. Therefore, Caleb still wouldn't have been able to fly to the Realm after getting the news from Grace and save the Sages by turning them. It was far too late by then. Now, if he had gone as soon as he started to worry and found them still alive, would he have actually turned them? This is a trickier question!

Keep in mind Helena is the first person he's ever turned, and he was faced with a similar conundrum - let her die or "save" her by turning her. In his mind, being a vampire is a curse, but if it's the only way to prevent an otherwise untimely and undeserved death, maybe it's worth it. Of course, as much as he'd like to downplay the role it played, the fact that Lilith begged him to do it can't be discounted. Would he have intervened if Helena were a random person attacked by a random vampire who he just happened to stumble upon in an alley somewhere? Probably not. He's not really the type to get involved in a situation if he doesn't have to (unless it's one created by his sister).

But if he was willing to do it for Helena, he would have absolutely turned Morgyn if given the chance. He certainly wouldn't have been thinking rationally, and he would've seen turning them as the only way to hold onto them. They were the one person Caleb had fully let know him and let himself fall in love with, and he would've done anything not to lose that. It would've been a selfish move, and he might've had to deal with the consequences later (especially if it wasn't what Morgyn wanted), but it would've felt like the only choice. As for the other Sages, if his tunnel vision even allowed him to register them, he'd hesitate at turning them because he has less of a personal connection. (Simeon and Faba were older and more traditional, so Morgyn didn't see much of them outside work and Caleb barely knew them).

I know that was a lot, but I hope it satisfied your curiosity! There's sometimes so much context crammed into my head that I can't fully fit into the posts themselves, so I always welcome questions or theories! 💜

[vannybarber]

Know Your Place

Summary: Christopher Jamal Evans puts your ass in place.

Chris Jamal Evans x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, cursing, aggressive behavior (nothing serious), mentions of cheating, implied smut, degrading.

This is based off of Barbershop: The Next Cut with Terri, Rashad, and Draya, with their whole situation😂.

"Just get in the damn car and meet me at the house. We're not doing this here."

"Fine!" You rush around to your car door and slam it shut once you get inside. You watch Chris go to his, also slamming it shut but not for the same reason as you. You were more so the reason.

Starting the car and driving off with him right on your tail, you turn the music up to drown out the many cars that honk at your recklessness and poor wheel skills. If only they knew, they would be acting just like you.

You had come over to the building where Chris was shooting a movie with his female costar, Melanie. You absolutely despised her because she often came onto Chris. Both infront of you and when you weren't around. Of course he shot her down every time because he knows better. He knew you weren't the one to be played with.

But today, when you didn't see him as soon as you walked inside the shoot, you scan the room for Melanie. Not seeing her either, you began to roam around through the halls. You look in a room and see his stuff on a couch inside. You walk into the room calling his name.

"Chris? Baby, where you at?" You check in the bathroom and its empty. "Boy, I got your nasty seafood salad. Where the hell are you?" You scan the room one more time before smacking your lips and heading to the door.

Chris was in the closet changing when Melanie came in trying to feel up on him. He was getting ready to finally cuss her out, but he heard you yelling for him and so he freaked, shutting the door. He specifically told her not to make a sound and she followed orders, up until the last minute.

As you hit the threshold, you hear something hit the floor. The sound seemed to have come from the closet. You pause, scared at first because it was evident that no one was in the room except you. But then you grow suspicious because Chris and that bitch were both missing. You turn around slowly and stalk towards the door.

Chris was fuming when she knocked the box over, but then started to freak when he heard you walking over to the closet door. He gave her the look with a mix of panic and 'I'm gonna fucking kill you'. He sees the door handle turn and prepares for your wrath because you damn sure were gonna give it to him.

You open the door and there was your man and Melanie. Her hands were covering her mouth, eyes wide. Your eyes relocate to Chris and his shirt was halfway on his torso. He clambers to get it fully in, stepping towards you and away from her.

"Babe, just listen and you'll understand everything. She came in while I was changing and-" he doesn't get a chance to finish, for your voice overpowered his.

"You got five seconds to explain to me what the fuck you're doing." You hand is still on the door, not planning on letting them out the closet just yet. Chris was confused, but discerned that you weren't talking to him. You were talking to Melanie. He looks back at her and she was now biting her nail, clearly anxious.

"Look, Y/N, I really don't want any problems." She is trying to be straight about it, but her voice is fastened with fear. She knew exactly what you were capable of and she still is trying to bullshit you.

"You don't want want no problems? You've been trying to sleep with my man since the first day you found out you were working with him!" You must look like boo boo the fool for her to think she was pulling this shit on you.

"And as for you Christopher," you turn towards him, jabbing your finger in his chest, "what the hell are you thinking? Are y'all just lying to me and actually messing around?" You had no problem whooping both their asses.

"Y/N no! Listen, she came inside the closet while I was changing and I was going to kick her out, but I heard you coming and I just...freaked out." He's trying to dissolve the situation, but is only making it worse.

"You instead of coming out, you decide to stay in there with her? You see how this is worse right? You're just giving her the benefit to think she could even get with you. This is entertainment for her. Don't you realize that?" Now your hand was off the door and balled into a fist because you were 2.5 seconds from losing it.

"Baby, I was going to put my foot down this time. I know its long overdue, but I didn't want any issues with the people I work with. And I should've realized how unfair that was to you. I'm sorry. But don't think I would ever cheat on you." He grabs your arm and pushes you back so he could get out the closet.

"Yeah, you damn right. All this could've been avoided. She's harassing you. You need to report her ass!" You snag your arm away from him and point back at her, who's now trying to ease out of the closet. You catch her and she runs off, you not far behind. You damn sure were not a runner, but you were going super sonic right now.

She turns down she same way you came to find them and Chris is right on your ass too. You guys get to the front of the building and you lunge for her, but no contact was made for Chris had you in a hold. You brawl against his wide chest and eventually give up when he doesn't let go.

People are watching in absolute shock and some even were laughing their asses off. It would've been even funnier if Chris had let you get one hit in. Of course that didn't happen since he scooped you up with minimal effort.

"Y/N chill! Stop, you're making a fucking scene!" He grabs on your flailing arms, yanking them back.

"I don't give a shit! Let me get her. Just one good time," you plead and scream at the same time. He literally drags you away outside with great struggle since you weren't giving in. When he got you out there, you accepted your defeat and he let you go, watching you extra closely in case you pulled a fast one.

"You should've let me get her! Why the hell you stop me?!" He runs his hands through his hair, obviously frustrated and very much embarrassed. But you could care less. She needed her ass whooped.

"It's not worth it. We need to go now!"

"I don't have to go anywhere!" You could give less of a fuck if the onlookers labeled you as 'the angry black woman'. Because infact, you are a black woman. And damn right you were angry.

"Just get in the damn car and meet me at the house. We're not doing this here!"

"Fine!"

After reminiscing over the lovely previous moments, you pull up at your even lovelier home. You hop out the car and open the gate. Walking back to the car you peek and see Chris with his arm against the window, leaning on it and watching you. For sure he had a headache by now.

Instead of pulling up all the way into the driveway, you park at the end, leaving no room for Chris to drive in.

"Really? Pull all the way in!" You sit for a minute with your arms crossed for a bit of rebellion before complying like a child. Only because you didn't want to walk the extra way to the door of course. When you park again, Chris pulls in and gets out to shut the gate.

You were already unlocking the door and stepping in, but before you could slam it in his face, he was right behind you. You toss the keys and kick off your shoes.

"Where are you going?" You hear him call from the front of the house.

"None of your business." You were just going to the fridge to get your pineapple juice. You drink it almost every single day. And you definitely needed some right now.

"Okay we need to discuss what the fuck just happened. What the hell was that Y/N?" He's standing across the kitchen island from you staring in anger.

"Well for one, I caught you in a closet half naked with that bitch after I called your name repeatedly. Then she's playing in my face and you're trying to defend her! You really need an explanation for my actions, Chris?" You close the bottle and slam it on the counter.

"Look Y/N, I explained to you what happened. I am sorry. I knew that if I had came out that closet with her, you'd still react the same way, probably even worse. I was literally fearing for my life, no joke." He puts his hands up in surrender. You almost laugh.

"I rather you just have came out and told me straight up. Yeah, I would be mad of course. Who wouldn't? But you made it more difficult yourself." You still have an attitude and even though he apologized, you still wanted to be mad.

"Baby, I tell you you're beautiful everyday. Why? Because I want you to know that no other woman could ever be at the level you are for me. I want you to know that you're the only one I see and there isn't anyone else for me." He's now standing infront of you, his 6'0 figure imposing over your frame.

You can't and won't lie that those words had you in your feels. You swear, Geminis really are sweet talkers. You could've gave in right then. But not just yet.

"You sound like a real bitch right now." You fold your arms and look at him with testy eyes. You slightly regret saying that because what he said was genuine. But who are you without some back talk?

His eyes go caliginous. You've only seen this a one time when you've stepped out of line with him. Your big mouth could argue for days, but you never held a grudge. You kind of forced yourself to keep going as if you were still upset. Stubborn was an understatement.

You scratch your straightened hair nervously before flattening it back down. You internally hope it wasn't obvious that you lamented what you had just said.

"I already apologized to you and explained what happened. Now you can be mature and we can have a real conversation or you can be childish and act like you're still upset and we can end it right here." He steps closer to you, if that's even humanly possible. "But this is will be the first and last time you call me a bitch. Got it?"

He's breathing heavily on your face. If only you could see your face right now. It would read shock, with a bit of fear. He never checked you like this and let you get away with a lot. But this right here, was well deserved. But the way he's over you and his voice lowering with a sharp tone had you...turned on.

Something about him putting you in place made you wet and excited. All the fear had vanished almost immediately. You finally respond.

"Yes," you say quietly, nodding your head. "I'm sorry." Your eyes remained on him looking up through your lashes nibbling your lip. If only you knew what it was doing to him.

The sight of your body go automatically submissive to him after he got firm with you threw him in a complete frenzy. He was dominant most times, but you had many moments where you didn't back down to a challenge and took the lead. You not clapping back and apologizing threw him off a slight bit, but did not disappoint him. It turned him on.

"Good girl." He grabs your arm, spins you around so that your back is turned to him and bends down next to your ear.

"Go into the room, take off everything but your panties and lie on the bed. Mkay?" He moved his hands behind your arm to your lower back. You might as well save yourself the embarrassment and take off your panties too because once he sees the tropical storm, it's a wrap burrito. But you nod your head in compliance.

He gives you a smack on the butt and pushes you forward. You walk the rest of the way to the room and follow his exact orders. You remove every clothing item except the saltwater cloth covering your most needy part. You lay on the bed and wait for him.

He comes in a few moments later and eyes you down, making sure you followed his instructions. Of course you would. He stands in front of the bed and starts to remove his clothes. The entire time his eyes alternate from your body to your eyes. It made you nervous, but still excited.

"I'm very much used to your little tantrums and what not, but there's a limit. And when you pass that limit and step out of line, you need to be taught a lesson." He's in just his briefs by the end of his sentence and crawls in the bed.

You adjust yourself onto your back, shamelessly welcoming him to help himself to you. He positions in between your legs and lowers his face to yours, lips gliding against yours and pulling back when you try to kiss him. You pout and he smirks a little.

"Tell me what you want, honey" he whispers as he rubs up your leg to your thigh, grazing his fingers against your soaked panties. Just when you thought you couldn't get any wetter. Damn.

"I want you to touch me. Please." Your hands are gripping the sheets just thinking about his hands on your body. You completely forgot about messing up your hair as you throw your head back when he starts circling his fingers on your clit.

"I'm starting to think that this isn't very punishing for you, sweetheart." He picks up pace and reaches for your boob, kneading it full in his palms. "You seem to really be enjoying it. A little too much."

You weren't even listening to him, only chasing your orgasm, rolling your hips against his forceful touch. You successfully make it a few seconds to cumming before he snatches his finger away. You pick your head up right away, looking appalled.

"Why'd you stoooop?" you whine out. He looks at you innocently.

"Hmm that's just something us bitches like to do." Before you could respond, he flips you over and smacks your right cheek. "These have been on way too long." He pulls your panties off quicker than Pietro Maximoff. Tossing them to the floor, he starts his teasing.

"Damn, Y/N. All this is for me? If this doesn't tell me you loved the beginning of your lesson, I don't know what does."

He drags his fingers through your wet lips, coating them with your wetness. He brings his hands to his face to taste the mess you made for him.

"Hmm. That pineapple juice is kicking in fast."

The entire time he's talking, you're moving around coding him to stop teasing you and do something to make you feel good.

"You really are a desperate whore, huh?" You moan in the sheets in agreement. You were never into name calling, but it was something with Chris that made you love it.

He lowers down to your pussy, breathe frisking over it. You shiver and wait for him to start.

"As much as both you and I would love this, you don't deserve it. So ass up." You internally start cursing him out, calling him all things forbidden. But you comply and slightly lift your lower half.

Chris gets directly behind you and lines up with your entrance. When did he even take his briefs off? You inhale sharply at the contact and moan as he slips inside you with little to no effort. He fills you quick, starting his thrusts right away.

Your left cheek is against the mattress and both hands are gripping the sheets.

"Oh my- fuck!"

"How's it feel baby?" He asks you, going deeper at every thrust back inside you. Between the loud claps of your bodies, your pornographic moans and the sounds of your WAP, he knew the answer.

"It feels so good Chris" you manage to get out between breathes that were suddenly hard to take. You suddenly get a hard slap on your right cheek, making you squeal.

"That's not my name." You quickly correct yourself.

"Sorry..Daddy."

"Look at this" he starts thrusting faster, both of you not far from climax.

"Just an hour ago you were bitchin' about me and now you're basically grovelling at my feet. You can barely make a word. I guess I'm not such a bitch now, huh? " He locks your arms behind you and you automatically lift your ass up further, helping him slide in you even easier.

"No Daddy, I'm s-sorry." He groans and grabs a fistful of your hair and leans down to your ear. Normally you would be pissed because he touched your hair, especially since it was just done. But you could give less of a damn right now.

"Yeah I bet you are. Would a bitch be fucking you like this? Hm?" He pounded into you hard at every word. Your face in the mattress, you let out a scream that would have the neighbors dialing 911.

"No, baby- oh GOD" you yell, right at your peak. Just a couple more thrusts away and you were gone. Chris recognized that yell. He wanted to send you off right.

"Go ahead and cum for me baby. But just remember,"

He was right behind you and close himself.

"No matter how smart you get with me, at the end of the day, you're always gonna be a little slut for me." The last 4 words sent you over the edge and you cum all over him. He doesn't fall short and fills up the rest of you.

"Fuuuck" he let's out as his seed spills inside you.

His body collapses next to you and you find the energy to move your body. You turn and look at him with this dumb smile on your face. He reciprocates with the same dumb smile and pats down your hair. You slap his arm, turning your nose up at him.

"Ow. Why'd you do that for?" He rubs his now red arm.

"That's what you get for messing up my hair. You're gonna give me money to get it done again." Remembering, you hit his arm again.

"Baby, what the hell?"

"That's for also making me leave my pineapple juice out the fridge."

Idek what I was doing here 😭 This is the kind of stuff I daydream about, but it never looks as good written out 🥴

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[cocosstories]

Pete Davidson One Shot

Based on the song Comfort Inn Ending

You sigh, getting Pete's voicemail yet again.

It had been days since he had answered and you knew it had to be another girl.

It was always another girl.

The two of you weren't dating by any means but there was an understanding between you and whenever some new girl came into his life, he seemed to forget that.

You text him, asking to meet up and he gives you the normal 'I'm busy, maybe later.'

You roll your eyes seeing him all over socials which was funny since he doesn't have any.

'Yeah, you look super busy.'

You want to reply but don't, it would come off as clingy and borderline stalkerish and you weren't official so you really had no right.

He finally agrees to come over days later and even though you want to blow him off like he did with you, you can't help but let him.

As soon as you open your door you can see exactly what he was doing before he got there.

His eyes were glazed and redder than you had ever seen them, which you honestly didn't think was possible.

"What were you doing before you came here?"

You ask, knowing the answer wasn't just weed.

"Why do you always have to make a big deal out of it? It's not like you don't know already. Is this why you wanted me to come over? So you could police my life?"

He was irritated and defensive.

"No, I wanted you to come over because you've been blowing me off for days and I wanted to see you."

The hurt in your tone was on full display and instead of pushing it down with every other feeling you had for him, you let it stay at the surface.

He didn't stay long after that, neither one of you really feeling in the mood for anything after your argument.

It was all just too hard.

You decide to clear your mind of him, going out with some friends for some retail therapy.

"Don't you dare answer that."

Your friend says when your phone rings and you both see that its Pete.

"It could be important."

You try and justify what you are about to do with logic but they have been around long enough to know there was no such thing as logic when it came to you and Pete.

"Come meet me. I need to see you."

You groan, your heart telling you to go, your head telling you to stay.

"Just come. I'll text you the address."

Your friends were pissed when you told them you were leaving and if you were them, you would have been too but still you were drawn to him in a way that none of them could understand.

You get to the address and find him surrounded by people.

"Hey, I'm here, you wanna head out?"

You ask.

"I can't leave. We have some shit going on that I said I would be here for."

He replies, not even looking at you as he speaks.

"Then why am I here Pete? I ditched my friends because you called and told me to meet you and you can't even do the same. I don't know why I even bother."

You turn around and walk away, leaving him with his hoard of 'friends'

He made up for it a few days later, meeting you at a hotel just outside of town like when you had first met.

It was different this time, not just a quick fuck.

He took his time, the feelings neither of you knowing how to express all left on the bedsheets.

You laid in his arms, not daring to move as the feeling of actually making love threatening to leave your memory.

His phone goes off and you see a text from another girl.

'Meet me tonight? 8pm'

You try to look away but can't help but watch him type back a response, agreeing to the hook up.

It hurt more than you were willing to admit but you let it go, not wanting to start a fight after such a perfect afternoon.

He gives you a ride home, dropping you off and speeding away without another word, not wanting to be late for his next rendezvous.

"What the hell were you doing with him?"

You jump as your boyfriend startles you, having seen you get out of Pete's car from the doorway.

"Don't worry about it."

Your icy tone was enough to ignite the fight and breakup that was long overdue at this point.

"You are really going to throw everything we have away over some asshole who obviously doesn't care about you?"

He asks as you pack your bags.

"If I am willing to sneak around behind your back, did we really have anything to begin with?"

You text Pete asking him to pick you up and he shows up a few minutes later.

"What happened?"

He asks once you are in the car.

"He saw you drop me off. I told him everything and broke up with him."

You reply quietly.

"Why would you do that? You should have just told him we were working on something or hanging out with some friends."

Pete looks to you, confused.

"I left him for you. I don't want this sneaking around and random hook ups shit anymore. I want to be with you."

You didn't know why you were admitting it but you knew if you and Pete were ever going to have a real shot, it was now or never.

"You shouldn't have done that."

"Why? Is that really all I am to you, Pete? Just another fuck? Because that's not how it felt this afternoon."

Tears were building in your eyes and you did your best to fight them, not wanting to show just how much he affected you.

"I'm sorry but I can't. We can't. A fuck here and there is all I can give you. I thought you understood that."

He pulls up to your friends place and waits for you to get out, nothing left to say.

You grab your bags and get out of the car, your heart breaking more and more as you watch him drive away.

[heavenwontbethe-same]

*INDEFINITE HIATUS*

This is well overdue, but better late than never right?

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Hi, I am a weird person behind a weird blog. You can call me Sunset or Sunny or Sunshine (I don't mind nicknames, so you can give me one if you want. @theburningocean likes to call me Tiny Piggy. You can too if you want. Other nicknames also include Sunhoe and Sunny The Bard.) I am 20 years old and my pronouns are she/her. I've recently started ruining desiblr's childhoods and am quite proud of that 😎

tracking #user.sunshine

I am kinda socially anxious and overthink and am bad at picking up hints, so just dm me if you ever want to talk to me (there's like a really big chance I think that you hate me or I've offended you somehow, so I'd probably stew in my own negative thoughts and not talk to you first). I am an ISFJ-T, if that is something you care about.

I jump from hyperfixation to hyperfixation on this blog, so buckle up for a wild ride. I also enter these depressive phases, so sorry if it gets a little dark around here from time to time. Fair warning: there's also quite a lot of mood swings and bursting into songs spontaneously. Also, if you haven't noticed already, I kinda tend to overshare and ramble 😬.

I have met absolutely amazing people here and feel absolutely blessed to be able to call them my mutuals. Still working on expanding my tumblr family. If you're a mutual or a follower, you're already part of it, whether you want it or not. Sorry.

Some special mentions to provide insight into specific roles in my tumblr family:

@agnesandmina - my archaeoweirdist who I love dearly and my twin (my literal twin, same year and all. Also, my first friend here) 🥰

@ithurielkeepsgettingkidnapped - I've recently adopted her after we sang a couple songs together. We are now soul siblings. 💙

@reyna-herondale - my mother-in-law (who is younger than me, but nevermind that) 😍

@matthias-is-alive - my homegirl. Absolute crackhead energy, always putting a smile on my face 🤩

@dharanidares - my parabatai!!!! One of the kindest and sweetest people ever. She just radiates good vibes. ��

@niastormsanctuary-bolastairkanej - my adorable cinnamon roll, though you wouldn't guess she's older than me by the way she acts. Nia is my lob, nia is my storm and I'm her sunset ❤🧡💛

@clarys-heosphoros - my lovely, lovely first wife <3

@kazoo-the-demjin - my beautiful second wife 💙

Part of The Hoely Trinity with @linedmund. yes, the both of us have enough personality and thirst to fill three entire people. cry about it.

I am the cool aunt and/or tumblr adoptive parent to: (Co-parenting with @anotherteenageroninternet is the cool dad)

@grangerstarkid @darkshadowqueensrule @just-here-to-escape-from-realit @reyna-herondale (she's also my mother-in-law, we know it's messed up but whatever) @bookavert @ithurielkeepsgettingkidnapped (soul sibling, but as I said, we know the family tree is messed up) @adamariasmith @ninas-waffles @d4nkug0 @kaz-hawthorne @satanshairycoochie @kanshah @cecilyisthebest6096 @aliceisntinw0nderland @iambecomeyourvillain @alonlyfangirl @bxbygirl-adley @book-dragon-not-worm @chrysalism-sonder @doritosandbluethings @cocoakitty1839 @neo-lightchild-decafineator @psychosociogentleman @lightwood-di-angelo-hargreeves @shays-shenanigans @a-flowery-sideblog @ji-wooandfriends @leestillyeetschappal @badtameeez @niastormbolastairkanejsambucky @dragon-slayer-fairy1 @im-someone-i-guess @neil-perry-the-platypus @ddepressedbookworm @gold-russh @the-axewielding-herondale 💙💛

Hurt any of them and I will hunt you down with a hatchet

Will add more people once my brain decides to clean up its internal mess.

I don't have a parabatai because my two best friends decided they like each other better than they like me. In this regard, I kinda feel like George Lovelace. Oh well, I'm happy for them.

Edit: I now have a parabatai!!

Shows:

1. How I met your mother

2. New Girl

3. The Office

4. Julie and the phantoms

5. Modern Family

6. 9-1-1

7. The Resident

8. Shadow and Bone

9. Bridgerton

10. B99

11. Euphoria

12. 9-1-1 Lone Star

13. Sex Education

(and there's a great many that I literally forget about all the time)

Books:

1. Percy Jackson (basically the entirety of riordanverse except for the kane chronicles)

2. The Shadowhunter Chronicles (if you say shit about any Herondale, get ready to fight me)

3. Divergent

4. Khaled Hosseini books

5. Red, White and Royal Blue

6. Grishaverse

7. All for the game

I am also forgetting other books. Will add them later on when my memory is a little better.

Music:

I have a very, very, very specific taste in music and I listen to just a few artists, who sometimes feature heavily on my blog. I like to listen to:

1. Shawn Mendes

2. Ed Sheeran

3. Charlie Puth

4. One Direction

5. Niall Horan

6. 5SOS

7. Maneskin

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10. Cloudy June

11. Conan Gray

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13. Mother Mother

14. Lewis Capaldi

15. Joshua Bassett

16. Louis Tomlinson

17. Harry Styles

18. Zayn

19. Arctic Monkeys

20. Jeremy Shada

21. Badflower

22. Omar Rudberg

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- I hate eggs and cucumbers

- Weirdly obsessed with soft drinks and lemonade

- Hate tea

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[comic-the-adventurer]

Meet Mist-Jun's Cinderace, nicknamed Scorbunny!

(Using this picture cuz it's the only coloured drawing of Scorbunny I've& ever made, even though it doesn't represent Scorbunny well.)

OKAY, THIS POST WAS LONG OVERDUE. But, to be completely honest, I'm& still working on my& brazen self-confidence so I& didn't feel comfortable posting about my& au until recently. (God, I& had to delete a few disclaimers just after writing that… I'm& trying my& best.)

OKAY, LET'S START.

So Mist-Jun pokémon premise is that he is from our world (as in, Mist is from real life) and they've somehow found themself in the pokemon universe (specifically Galar) with their trusty bestie, Cosmicco. Got it?

So Mist-Jun and Cosmicco were offered starter pokemon by either Leon, Professor Dan, or Champion Justin - undecided but probably Dan and Justin. (If this goes over well, I& will ramble about Professor Dan but y'all have to give (positive) feedback! U-U) The choices were the classic g8 starter set: Grookey, Scorbunny, and Sobble. Mist-Jun immediately fell in love with Scorbunny and literally shoved Cosmicco aside to get the first pick.

When Mist and Cosmicco were told Scorbunny is a fire type, Cosmicco freaked out and insisted Mist could not choose the fire type because yk, she's a reactive elemental and something as reactive as fire can make her literally implode. (Okay yeah, so Mist and Cosmicco aren't really from our universe but a universe close enough I& could make that comparison for simplicity xD)

Anyway, Mist insisted he was choosing the fire type and Cosmicco choose the "puppy," grookey. Yeah, she was informed grookey was a monkey but she is too stubborn to agree xD.

AND HERE IS WHERE SWSH PLAYS OUT! Or well, excluding the zaican and zamazenta stuff… and the Team Yell stuff… and the chairman-Rose-is-evil stuff… uh, actually, this actually all takes place years after the events of swsh... so ig it's just a galarian gym challenge, coming to think of it. xD

(Um, okay, I& will be honest. There is another crisis in exchange for the zaican and zamazenta stuff but… again, I& am really trying to improve my& brazen confidence and im& already sharing everything about Scorbunny so… if y'all would be interested in hearing this entire new plot, you must let me& know or I& won't be sharing it anytime soon.)

Anyway, this is about Scorbunny and not Mist-Jun so I'll& skip to the important parts and, if you wanna hear about Mist's and Cosmicco's adventures in more detail, let me& know!

So yk how Scorbunny's shiny colouring is very similar to its non-shiny colouring? Mist-Jun did not know his Scorbunny was shiny (plus, Mist and Co obviously wouldn't even know about shinies xD) but you know who did? Team Rocket! (So this is the part where I& am really hesitant about sharing because it probably sounds cringy and doesn't even make sense because TR is a Kanto organization and… so please, just push past if you think I'm& being cringe…)

So Team Rocket wants Scorbunny because he is shiny, right? Well, obviously Mist, Co, Scorbunny, and Grookey don't want Scorbunny to be taken! So throughout their gym challenge, they have to keep kicking TR's butts.

Oh, right! And did I& mention Scorbunny is basically the Let's Go partner? Grookey too, except Grookey is (significantly) less powerful. For example, Scorbunny somehow learned Pyro Ball just before the opening ceremony. You know, Cinderace's signature move? Even Hop was taken aback xD.

When Mist and Co got to motostoke for the opening ceremony, Scorbunny and Grookey ran off into one of the shops so Mist and Co naturally chased after them and found their pokemon looking at everstones! So that's how Scorbunny and Grookey got everstones :D. Alternatively, Scorbunny gave Mist-Jun this little charade about how he didn't want to evolve but Mist-Jun just could not understand what Scorbunny was trying to say. (that said, as time went on, Mist grew to understand Scorbunny better.). Funny thing is, Cosmicco knew exactly what Scorbunny was trying to say but just… didn't care enough to tell Mist xD.

Anyway, at some point in Mist's and Cosmicco's badge-collecting, Mist-Jun and Scorbunny were alone for some reason and saw a Team Rocket member (okay, okay. It was James; don't make fun of me&, he's literally just one of few TR members we know about.) on the beach desperately looking for something.

Against Mist's and Scorbunny's better judgement, they decided to find out what James was looking for. James said he wanted to surprise Meowth with an everstone but couldn't find any. (Let's just… pretend everstones can apparently be found on beaches. Also, don't ask why James doesn't just go steal one. Idk either-)

So Mist reluctantly agreed to help, despite Scorbunny's complaints. (Remember, Team Rocket was/is trying to steal Scorbunny!) But alas, in the end, neither James nor Mist could find an everstone. However, long story short, Mist agreed to trade James Scorbunny's everstone for an item that let a three-stage-evolution pokemon skip its second stage. (Yeah, it's not a real item in pokemon but like… None of this follows canon. Still haven't decided what the item should be called; any ideas?) Also, this makes Mist-Jun sound like a jerk but I& assure you, that was not my& intention xD.

Despite this, later in Mist's and Co's adventure, bam, bam, bam, something bad is happening and it is affecting Scorbunny. I& can't decide whether this "bad thing" has anything to do with Team Rocket, or if the gang just assumes it is TR's doing, or there's a third-party (which would be foreshadowing if I& decide it is) that's causing it and Mist is fed up, or w h a t but the bottom line is: Scorbunny very clearly isn't safe with Mist at all and has to move on.

So Mist-Jun sadly releases Scorbunny into the wild. (well, in a cave with a bunch of other Scorbunnies. Was this relevant to mention?)

Now, this part… is really hard to explain without giving a lot of premise and insight into Mist’s and Cosmicco’s gym challenge plot thingy. So… I’m& just going to break it down to what’s important. If yall want me& to share the rest of the au, tell me&. But I’ve& been rambling for ages and I& doubt anyone will even read this so…

Anyway. Basically, days/weeks/months after Mist released Scorbunny, Mist-Jun is about to get dramatically killed by some kind of ball of evil matter or smeth. But, oh look, Scorbunny soccer-style hit it back cuz he’s a soccer player who somehow mastered Pyro Ball as a kitten (did you know baby bunnies are called kittens?) and evolved into Cinderace in the progress *surprised pikachu face*. (Look, it’s late at night and I’ve& been writing this for h o u r s. I& don’t have the energy to write this properly, k?)

Oh right! I& drew something relating to this part a while ago!

Um, so yeahh, that’s the end! I& don’t think there’s anything else to say about Scorbunny… oh right! Mist-Jun never stopped referring to “Scorbunny” as Scorbunny because why would he change what he has been referring to Scorbunny the entire time? Yk? If that makes sense? I’m& just tired, okay? Er, like I& said, tell me& if you’re willing to listening to my& rambles about my& au! But you’ve gotta mean it :/.

I& have to say: I’m& proud of myself for sharing this! :D Brazen self-confidence! Feel free to ask about anything! (No really, please do; it makes me& happy to know people are interested--)

[writings-from-the-hart]

Writebr Intro

Writeblr Intro Time!

Hiya! This is so overdue and I apologize for that lol. I’ve been meaning to write this but school seems to always be getting in the way of just that. Writing. But here I am finally writing this! And yes my username is a pun of my own last name but I just couldn’t resist.

So basically, I really want to surround myself with other writers and have stumbled across tons of writeblr’s (I think that’s what they’re called lol). Instantly I was in love and wanted more of what the community had to offer. I’ve been a self-proclaimed “author” or writer since my early years of grade school. I was that child in the back of the class with ADHD that couldn’t sit still (the cliche bouncing leg and always chewed down nails) and had what my mother called an “overactive imagination”. My notebooks in high school were often filled with wild stories about “galaxies far far away” or dystopias with cruel governments ruled by dictators. Now I’m in my second year of college swamped with classes about the Psychology of criminals (or I like to call the science of murder), and trying to find time to write a novel. So the struggle is real my dudes.

A little about Me:

Hana

20

She/Her

Pisces

Asexual

Forensic Psychology Major and English with a concentration in Writing Minor

Book hoarder

Dog Mom

Vintage AF

Low Key Emo Punk because I’m no average white girl!

History nerd (Love learning about the old wars and cultures)

Movie nerd (There’s an endless stack of DVDs in my house)

Fandoms:

The Mandolorian (or the ManDADolorian)

Star Trek

Star Wars

Hannibal

X-Files

King Falls Am

Welcome to Nightvale

Transformers (Obviously not the bad movies lol. Bumblebee is baby and must be protected always.)

Good Omens

Sherlock

Lord of the Rings

Marvel (There are so many shows and movies in this category we would be here all day if I tried to list them.)

Timeless (Not sure if the fandom is still alive after what the writers did to one of our ships lol)

DC (I’m a huge Batman geek and adore Wonderwoman, but I take the good with the bad when it comes to this fandom. Especially movie-wise anymore.)

And there’s probably more but my memory isn’t working currently.

Goals?. . . maybe:

Get my novel finished (This has literally been on my To-Do List for who knows how long.)

Meet more writers/new writers.

Improve my poetry (I suck at poetry so I bad I never let it see the light of day, so I need to work on it.)

Start my bullet journal.

Wips:

Okay by now you all know I have at least 1 Wip because I mentioned getting a freaking novel done, but just as a precaution as to what I mean by Wip or Wips. I get distracted quite easily, for some odd reason my brain absolutely loves to jump from one idea to another for no absolute reason. Like WTF dude we already have an idea we’re working on why do you keep bringing all these new ones to me like stray dogs. And like any good dog Mom or distracted writer, I want to keep all the ideas/stray dogs. So, when I say Wip I mean “Look at this cool idea I came up with” and I’ll make sure to specify which one is hogging most of my time.

Renegade: Dystopian, Thriller, Post-Apocalypse, and Science Fiction.

This is my baby. Most of my free time is dedicated to adjusting plotlines, character arc’s, fixing freaking plot holes, and other important stuff other than just plain writing. I’m hoping to finish this also monster of a story by 2020 and get it published. So big stuff!  

“So tell me little wolf do you want to punish those who have wronged you?” An assassin known as the Crimson Ghost makes their way through the corrupt city-state of Ashton completing a job given to them by the Black Rose. What is a seemingly normal job though turns into something far more complicated when they stumble upon the fractions of an abandoned notebook from the past. A past the Republic is trying to desperately hide and bury no matter what. On the other side of the world in the Republic’s capital Eshar, plainly referred to as “The Prodigy” or “machine” by his superiors,  Eric Coalwood has built a life upon the ashes of his family, striving to meet the high expectations set before him by his mentor General Wolfheart. However, his life falls out of its normal day to day routine when the unexpected is asked of him. Command a task force made up of the Republic’s most wanted or his life is over. Eric doesn’t need reasons for why he must do what he has to, all he needs are orders and the Republic is more than happy to give them. Either way the clock is ticking for both the Crimson Ghost and the Republic’s prodigy and with time running out they both have two options. Either get over their different beliefs concerning the Republic or allow the world to once again succumb to war but this time nobody is going to survive it. “Legends are slippery things. For the glory that coats them hides the pain, suffering and death that created them.”

The Trouville Files: Dystopian, Thriller, Post-Apocalypse, and Science Fiction.

Not my biggest priority but definitely one of them considering the plot of this story. I mainly use this wip as a reference for Renegade because it’s actually the prequel to it. Also, it’s great to use as writing practice when I’m plagued with writer’s block for Renegade or frustrated with a plot hole. So this is my double-edged sword that does a lot of good.

“Death in these black days is neither kind nor quick.” The year is 2153, the world we know is nothing more than a wasteland strewn with the dead and a sky being choked by their ashes, not glorious and thriving but desolate and starving. The Red Death, a pandemic with a steady progression and a gruesome countdown to the demise of those infected. No one outruns it or survives it. “United we stand, divided we fall.” The Allied Nations, a totalitarian superpower, promised a united people but all they gave this world was more death and destruction. The Red Death isn’t the only thing slowly killing humanity anymore, we are in the form of the War of Broken Pacts. The spark of revolution is lit, but if it will remain so is a question asked by everyone. Does it stand a chance against the iron-fisted government holding the people in shackles? “Rebel with a cause.” Genius Medical Officer for The People’s Republic, Cyprus Ramiro works day and night in search of a cure for the Red Death exterminating hundreds, at least before this war kills him first. But he is also a man on the run and the rebellion can only shelter him for so long. “Duty over pain.” Cunning Spy and Soldier, Orion Ultor is ordered by the Allied Nations to infiltrate and gather information on the ever-growing People’s Republic. In bold letters is Search and Destroy; make a ruin of the rebellion and ensure the Allied Nations remains as it should -- unquestionably in power. No matter the cost unless he wants to suffer the consequences again. “If we fall we shall rise from the ashes like a phoenix.” They should have never met, battlefields don't make good friends. It wasn't fate, it wasn't destiny, only war throwing people together.  The Allied Nations is trying to stamp out something they fear, but can they before the Red Plague? Or will humanity find itself extinct.

Beyond his point is where I house my stray dogs/ideas

Hiraeth: Paranormal, Horror, Mystery, and Thriller.

Scooby-doo who?

Hiraeth means a homesickness for a home which you cannot return. That is how Arcane feels like she’ll never be home no matter how hard she tries to connect with her family. The closest she feels to being home is with her friends and in the worn leather seats of the van they all pitched in to buy. It all started out as a way to pass time and for all of them to escape their families because to be honest parents never understand, but it all turned sideways when a simple “ghost hunting trip” stirred something that was meant to remain buried. The truth never remains buried though, not really, somehow it will always creep back in ugly and twisted. Arcane has never felt “at home” but she’ll do whatever it takes to keep what she considers her family safe.

Sweet Dreams: Historical Fiction, Thriller, and Romance.

A literal dream turned into story plot and no I’m not kidding.

The Red String of Fate, The Lovers, and War. These are the three elements intertwined within the plot of Sweet Dreams but before anyone makes any assumptions this isn’t some chummy rom-com. There will be tears and heart strings may get yanked clean out because the angst is real. War and love never mix well, it leaves a sour taste in ones mouth and makes the mind question things it shouldn’t. Like is the woman in his dreams the same woman he sees in all his dreams? Constantly he somehow ends up spotting that same ruby red lipstick, honey golden eyes, and brunette hair laying in perfect curls. She’s everywhere except in his actual life. They say you and your soulmate share dreams, living proof of how intertwined souls are. She doesn’t believe in love or the idea of souls, not with the monsters roaming around the countryside and battlefield carrying assault rifles. Society tells her where her place is, but she disagrees and rather create her own destiny.

The Prophet: Paranormal, Thriller, Post-Apocalypse, and Science Fiction.  

A short story I can’t seem to let go or it doesn’t want to let me go, but either way, this story has the makings for something great. It also at times seems strikingly similar to Good Omens, so don’t be surprised.

There’s no anti-christ in this story, he already has a book about himself so let’s not make another one besides there are other stories that need to be told. Such as, have you ever heard of modern day prophets and I’m not talking about those people with cardboard signs saying “the end is near!” or giant churches with people preaching about the end times. No, I’m talking about a kid with messy hair and dark circles under their eyes because sleep is no longer a choice due to migraines that plague them every night. Migraines that bring weird cryptic messages that make one question their own sanity. And what happens when strange people start asking about said migraines and messages?

Virago: Fantasy, Thriller, Historical Fiction, and Romance.

I’m not a huge fantasy reader, for some reason I can’t stay invested in them, but here I am with a fantasy story in my wips. It has mages, knights, assasination plots, and one super badass general who takes zero shit from her king. That’s right women empowerment, my dudes! I don’t really have much of a synopsis inline or a plot because this is only of those wips I let rattle around in my brain from time to time. But I will say it does give me that LOTR vibe but also Game of Thrones.  

Don’t be surprised if you see my stray doggos from time to time because I will admit I love to play around with storyboards. Even if I don’t have a fully planned out plot put together for it.

And that concludes this what was supposed to be short Writeblr Intro. I hope I have peaked some of your guys’ interests because the community definitely got a hold of minee. Feel free to send me a message about anything I mentioned (even if it’s just fandom shit I don’t care) and don’t be shy. I’m a huge introvert but somehow love talking, so don’t worry it won’t be awkward and odds are I’m equally nervous about conversation lol. Also, feel free to add me to any taglist and reblog/like if you’re active and would like more Writeblr mutuals!

Happy Writing,

Writings-from-the-Hart

[imrezbalint]

Importance of "Show, don't tell" and Big Update

I'm quite overdue for a post! I've been keeping wonderfully busy with my novel, which has now surpassed fifty thousand words. Chapters twenty-five and twenty-six are in the works currently. That puts me roughly at about the mid-point. Woohoo! I also took some some shots for my Making Professional Longboards book, so that one is inching very close to completion now.

So that's your quick update from me, but I also wanted to add some additional value to this post. For those of you who are also budding authors like myself, there's a buzz phrase that's quite important to follow: Show, don't tell. If fact, I gave up on a sci-fi novel recently because it did exactly the opposite of this mantra. It told me the story. Now I'll be nice and I won't say which novel or author, but here's an idea of what went wrong, and then I'll give you an idea of how this problem can be corrected.

The scene in this particular novel was that of a mugger cornering a woman in an alley (this too didn't help the novel; several scenes were quite cliche). To give you some context, I've come up with my own version of a mugger attacking someone, but I'm going to first "tell" you story, instead of showing it to you:

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The mugger walked on the sidewalk and saw the woman on the other side of the street. He crossed the road as the woman approached. She noticed him and became afraid, turning down an alley between two apartment buildings. No one was around, as it was just past midnight. The mugger started running after the woman. She started running too, but lost her footing and fell. Catching up to her quickly, the mugger stood near her."Give me your money, pretty girl," he said.The woman yelled for help several times but nobody seemed to notice.The mugger took out his folding pocket knife and opened it, pointing it toward the woman."You don't need to get hurt, but I will if I need to. Now give me your money!"

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I'm stopping there, because this is painful to write. Aside from all the telling in the novel, the dialogue wasn't that great either and I recall wincing at the poorly detailed fight that took place between the mugger and the vigilante that mysteriously showed up at the perfect moment. Anyway, ask yourself this: How hard did your imagination work?

Now let's take a look at how this scene should be shown, and I'm also going to drop a few pointers at the end on how this scene was setup (something else done poorly in the novel I gave up on):

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Only a few of the brightest stars dared pierce the dark sheet of the midnight sky, and the air had a skin crawling chill to it. A slight breeze susurrating through the early autumn leaves urged a crumpled coffee cup along the deserted street. The neighborhood was one of the poorest in the city, framed with dilapidated three to five story apartment buildings, boarded up echoes of once flourishing businesses, and sidewalks with cracks like wrinkles of old age that could tell a hundred stories of those who have walked its pitted surface.

Tonight, the sidewalks would recall the uneven footsteps of a middle-aged man that trudged along them, hobbling ever so slightly on a tender right leg. A ragged faded baseball cap with the team logo long worn off did its best to restrain long graying hairs peering out from beneath. The man’s face was torn by years of drug use and a life unkind. His hollow blue eyes sat deep, bloodshot from an overindulgence of cheap liquor, which sullied his already rotting breath. His dark jacket was as scruffy as his facial hair, unzipped and flapping gently in the breeze. A tattered sweater and faded blue jeans held up by a belt older then the man completed his ensemble, along with a soil infused pair of sneakers to which the soles barely clung.

The man’s eyes flinched up and peered out from under his cap, catching a hint of activity coming toward him on the sidewalk across the narrow two-way street. Jezebel had just finished her late night shift at the local pub and strode quickly toward her apartment about a block and a half away. Her makeup, still in good standing after a quiet night, was lit by the glow of her smart phone, her eyes scanning repeatedly across the screen and thumbs prodding away busily. The gentle wind tossed her golden locks about as they danced to her quick bobbing pace.

The girl figured she wouldn’t need her jacket tonight, but elbows packed tightly against her exposed midriff spoke of her regret, her pink sleeveless shirt and black push-up bra offering little environmental resistance. Her matching pink pantyhose, yawning with holes that deliberately exposed her smooth flawless skin, and short denim skirt didn’t fare any better in keeping her warm. Bright red t-straps that clopped on the concrete completed her look, along with a small teal baguette slung over her left shoulder.

The gruff man licked his lips and altered course to intercept the girl, mumbling softly to himself, a mischievous grin creeping across his mug. Jezebel peered up to check her path, then did a double take. She observed the man hobbling across the road. Her eyes with their long dark eyelashes bulged and twitched around, trying to find a safe location to avoid the menace headed her way. Only two choices crossed her mind as she let her arms dangle, left hand tightly clamped around her phone. She could turn around and head back the way she came, or head into an alley that cut across to another street. She bolted right.

Less than a dozen feet into the alley, a heel snapped off Jezebel’s right shoe, sending her stumbling into the dimly lit gravel alleyway. She let out a wail and her phone flew across the air, landing with a few clunks several feet away from her. The impact almost left her breathless, her pink shirt and denim skirt etched with moist sandy particulates. Jezebel winced as the gravel heartlessly gouged into the palms of her hands and thighs. She rolled over to face the aggressor, only to find him few feet away from her.

“Give me your money little girl and I won’t need to hurt ya!” spat the man in a hoarse voice.

Jezebel cried out for help, but her voice seemed get lost in the breeze.

“Well, if ya like it rough…” The man reached into his back pocket with his right hand and retrieved a folding knife. With a flick of his thumb, the shiny metal blade spun open with a satisfying click, the glow of the surrounding streetlights glimmering off its edges.

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Much better, if I do say so myself (and I also kid you not, the first example actually demonstrates quite closely how poorly that novel was written). Here are some key points:

The first paragraph quickly sets up the environment. Where are we? It also helps set the ambiance of the scene. Notice that I don't necessarily spell things out. I let your imagination fill in the details and sounds, like the breeze shuffling the leaves and simile of the sidewalk's poor state of being.

The second introduces our antagonist and gives us a good feel for the type of character he is. Notice I didn't say he walked with a limp. Instead, I showed you how he walks unevenly, minding his right leg.

As we continue, we get a good feel for the girl. Works in a pub, attire is a bit slinky, probably does it for tips.

I could have simply said something like, "She was cold," but that would not be terribly interesting. Instead, I showed you how she held her arms / elbows tightly against her body; she's also in a rush to get home.

The man starts to approach the girl, so we show you how he feels by licking his lips and mumbling to himself. He's probably a perv.

A whole paragraph goes into the agony of her fall. I like to use this to build a bit of suspense. C'mon! What's gonna happen to her already?

In the novel I stopped reading, the mugger took out his knife. Period. Great. Here, a little more effort goes into describing this moment that would be quite terrifying for a young lady.

Speaking of mugger, did you notice I didn't use that word? Why? Let the reader figure it out!

Now in a real novel, a lot more would go into providing a better context for this scene and would likely need a stronger point of view, but I believe you get my point (plus I'd add a bit more detail overall). Nonetheless, I hope this helps those venturing into this incredibly fun realm. Take care and I'll surely try to be more timely for my next post!

[punkscowardschampions]

Ava & Grace

Ava: Please tell me you're free this weekend and if not please tell me you can make yourself available Grace: I obvs can be, why though?? Ava: Because Buster and Rio have imposed themselves on me Ava: or been imposed by my mum, anyway Ava: I was planning a party and they'll be way more chill if you come 'cos it's evidently not a rager Ava: but then we can still have a party and I don't have to kms/them 🙄 Grace: excuse you I can hang! but duh I will come cos you so wanna see your 💍👰 man, I see you babes Ava: You know what I mean though Ava: there's an assumption if fam is invited there's not also dealers and roadmen on the guestlist Ava: My brother is in an annoying mood and I cannot with that Ava: He won't be there, obviously 💍👰 Grace: 🙄 yeah Grace: UM tbh when is Buster not Grace: but I'll do the babysitting so you don't have to 👌👌 get you time to be 😍💖😘 Ava: Obvs it'll be good to see you too Ava: even if it clearly seems that shameless Grace: idc I'm that shameless at the prospect of hot london boys sooo Ava: 😂 Ava: I'll make sure there's plenty Grace: I'm not sorry that the accent is like !!! Ava: 😏 It's a fine line Grace: I'm walking a fine line here babes Grace: we don't even need to get into it Grace: get me on a ✈ literally Ava: Fair enough Ava: We can get into it when we've got into enough bottles Ava: They're coming over Friday at some point, ask 'em for the deets Grace: mhmm can't 🤐😶 me after the 🍾🍾 pops Grace: ugh Grace: texting Ri rn though Ava: Your accent is pretty !!! too so it's chill Ava: 🙌🙏 You're a lifesaver Grace: oh honey, you know boys love to hook up with me cos of my mouth but it's also what sends them running like Ava: Good thing it's just a weekend Ava: no time for running Grace: it's my turn ⏲🏃 Ava: Just not too soon, eh Grace: I got you, girl 💜 Grace: but we literally do need to get into what's going on with you & 👰💍 Grace: I'm so not waiting for you to make a 🍾 toast about him before I get any goss! Ava: I'm not planning on getting that wasted Ava: I don't even know where to start Ava: it's really gone 0-100 since we last spoke Grace: 😱😱😱 OMG! 👌 did you hit him up or did he hit you up?? Ava: Well Ava: Speaking of shameless Ava: I did legitimately lose a bracelet that night but I didn't really need to ask him if he'd seen it/could check for me Grace: your [expensive brand 1 that idk] or the [expensive bracelet 2]? Ava: My [expensive brand 3 plot twist] Ava: I got it for my birthday, actually Ava: Anyway, he rang everywhere up but obviously it was long gone, who isn't taking that if they can but I didn't even care 'cos it got us talking again and it was Ava: he wanted to see me the next day, so we arranged to meet at lunch Ava: but before I went to school, I got a delivery and he'd replaced the bracelet Ava: I was like...what Grace: OMG AVA! Grace: that's so cute Grace: he's so Grace: LITERALLY OMG Ava: He really is Ava: and he says the most amazing things and it doesn't just feel like talk but Ava: obviously, it's always going to be complicated, there's no way it can't be, he's said that too and I know it Grace: I'm totally shook Grace: like I thought this would be a one off, obvs no shade Grace: I'm definitely babysitting for you now! Ava: Me too Ava: it's ridiculous but somehow not Ava: not when we're talking like we've always known each other or when he's here Grace: how are you even living a 💖📽🎞 rn like ???!! Ava: I know like fully someone is gonna yell cut or jump out on me and tell me it's just a prank Grace: you literally have to get him over at yours before your parents come back Ava: Hopefully Ava: He can definitely do Monday, so I need Buster and Rio fully distracted then Ava: Friday is up in the air so I'll just let you know when it's safe for you to all head over, yeah? Grace: 💜🤞 Grace: I'll have the freakout that's SO overdue about my own love life Grace: once I start 😭😭😭💔 I can go for hours duh Ava: 🏆 to Miss Grace Cavante Grace: like it's not a lie 💜🙏 there IS a boy & I AM freaking out, I just don't need their advice about any of it 🙄🙄 Ava: Hint taken, no advice but I'm all ears 😶👂 Grace: it's fine you're not really old & 💖😍 smug & just GROSS Ava: Cheers, babe 😏 Ava: Lay it on me then Grace: ugh I can't even Grace: he's just not Grace: he's not any kind of boy I know how to deal with Ava: What's he like then? Grace: like he wants to talk to me?? but actually not just 😏😘!? Ava: Like you're a human? Ava: Where'd you meet him? Grace: at the gym so I was LITERALLY blindsided cos every lad in there is so 💪🤳🏻 Ava: + 1 for not being that kinda douche Grace: but if he was I wouldn't have to leave every 🗨 like ✔ Ava: You don't know what to say Grace: duh what can I even Ava: Well, if you have nothing in common, not a lot Ava: but you gotta do some talking before you can find out if it's worth doing any more, like Grace: ive gotta run away so thanks for the party invite, babes Grace: v well timed tbh Ava: You can do that too Grace: yeah Ava: Why not give it a shot though Ava: you clearly wanna, even with the freaking out Grace: UM hello?? do you not remember the cringefest that was my life not that long ago?! Ava: We've all made questionable choices Grace: & now I'm doing this thing™ where I like don't make a total fool of myself 24 7 Ava: Can't relate, clearly 😂 Grace: well you're in a rom com sooo Ava: Yeah and we could be about to see me 💔💀 eating my weight in ice cream Grace: that would barely be a 🍦🍨 binge 👌👌👌 Grace: & boys don't just buy bracelets cos they're lost Grace: this bitch can't get a boy to do the clasp on her necklace Ava: They do regret in almost instantly though Ava: maybe he thought I was guilting him or some shit Grace: if he thought that he wouldn't still be 😍😍😍 Grace: which he obvs is Ava: It's a headfuck but hey Ava: what ain't Grace: mhmmm Grace: you're about it though Ava: He's a really good guy Ava: I'm aware how naive that sounds given but still Grace: he can be a good guy & bad for his 👰💍 Grace: or she's bad for him Grace: some couples don't work, can't even Ava: She's Ava: a whole other story Grace: how well do you know her? Ava: Her reputation preceeds her in a lot of ways Ava: and I know some of it as fact, basically so Grace: Ew Grace: she sounds so #goals honestly 🙄 Ava: You have no idea Ava: but there's nothing I can do about it Grace: it's the worst Ava: yeah Grace: anything else I can do I totally will Ava: Thanks, babe 💙 Ava: all you need to do is distract, and we'll have a good time to celebrate Grace: 💜 Grace: seriously looking forward to it Ava: Me too Ava: I'll invite every hot boy I know Grace: ILY you know Ava: Duh 😏 Ava: ily too but save it for the 🥂 Grace: 🙏 that's all I say Grace: I don't 💕 gym boy Ava: Just chatting about your 😍 Ava: stop me mentioning mine, please 🙄 Grace: shh no Grace: I wanna hear everything about yours Grace: & your lunch date, thanks Ava: Okay, that was pretty cute Ava: so he picked me up from school in an uber so we got to make the most of the limited time we had Ava: then we went to get coffee and tried like everything on the menu Ava: and we watched a kinda dumb kinda everything film and you know Grace: it's SO rude that he's already married & you can't 💍 him cos that's such a MOOD Grace: like okay never tell Jimmy about the whole menu cos he'll khs but whatever Ava: I know, had to tip the baristas and the uber driver so handsomely Ava: but it was worth it Grace: I can relate, mine have definitely 👀 some shit 😂😂 Grace: less worth it though & obvs not as recently 🙏😇 Ava: I'm sure they found it entertaining Ava: miss it, if anything Grace: 🤷💅 Grace: but for real, I don't Grace: not my reputation & everything Grace: though if your bf's wife can get a 💍 there's obvs hope still Ava: Good Ava: for real Ava: you don't need any of that bullshit Ava: oh girl please 🙄 Ava: you ain't about to force a marriage Ava: or even more shaming, have your parents come together to force a marriage Grace: declaring myself a no fuckboy zone has been good Grace: even if that does mean staying single cos duh Ava: There's far worse things in life to be 🤷 Grace: yeah like I thought it would be the WORST but Ava: Can't be worse than fuckboys Grace: true Ava: even the ones that ain't Ava: or seem like more Ava: total headfuck Grace: preach! literally living my BEST life until gym boy got on my radar and got me like !!?? Grace: 🙄🙄 Ava: yeah Ava: tell me about it Grace: gonna have to put my phone under 🔐 somewhere when we're 🥂💃 Ava: Confiscated at the door, naturally Grace: yours too so you don't call up a divorce lawyer for your boyfriend 😂 Ava: not even funny Ava: 😏 Grace: sorry babes Ava: it would be funny if it weren't true Ava: not for my sake though Grace: I know Grace: I can't even imagine how tragic he's living Grace: ugh Ava: It's genuinely fucked Ava: and like, not in a 'he's told me to get in my pants' vibe Ava: you can tell, even without the full story Grace: & like there's little kids involved it's so 💔 Ava: I don't even know how to feel about them Ava: or if I should think about them Grace: I don't know if you'll be able to not Grace: think about them Grace: & not just cos like he has to Grace: cos you're you Ava: They'll never know Ava: so I don't have to feel bad Grace: 💜🤞 Ava: It sounds like their mum's whole vibe Ava: and their relationship Ava: is like, Ava: enough trouble Ava: I'm not gonna bring anything else to the table for any of them Grace: well yeah she sounds like an evil 👑!!! Ava: She is Ava: was Ava: Ugh, idk Grace: you're not gonna tell me who they are like EVER, are you?! Ava: I can't Grace: it's okay Grace: like it's soo not but I'm not gonna be that bitch about it Grace: or any of your secrets Ava: You can fill in the blanks Ava: it's not as if anyone is gonna know so put whatever hot face suits Grace: I'm here, just like tell me what you wanna tell me, yeah? Grace: no drama Ava: 😘 Ava: I know its so frustrating though, I'd feel it too no doubt Grace: it's this fam & our track record with secrets getting me worried Ava: I know Ava: it's Ava: nothing to worry about Ava: I've got it Grace: just keep hitting me up whenever you need to 👌👌 cos that's something else none of us obvs ever do Grace: & everything's such a mess literally always Ava: I know Ava: I bet Edie would have some advice Ava: super dubious Grace: 🙄🙄 Grace: she'd have taken the bracelet & ✌ out Ava: Honestly Ava: is that not the right thing to do tbh Grace: duh depends how hot he is Ava: I doubt he'd be much her type Grace: I'd totally have to hook up with him though Grace: sorry not sorry Ava: 🙄 Grace: 😂 Ava: Ugh, I need to start drinking now Grace: what's he doing? invite him out Ava: He's with his family Grace: then he'll definitely wanna come Ava: Stop Grace: okay sorry 🤐😶 Ava: It's fine Ava: I am gonna go though, gotta get ready Grace: I should totally pick & pack a party outfit or I'll never be able to decide on a make up look Ava: Get busy, babe Grace: mhmmm Grace: you too hun Ava: 💙

[slayxwolf]

Stiles Stilinski Series- Avoiding Love (Part 2)

Part 1    Masterlist

Author’s Note: I’m aware that this part is ridiculously overdue and I am so sorry.

Word Count: 1,964

“Breathe Y/n, just breathe” you whispered to yourself in the girls bathroom. Monday seemed to have come sooner than you had hoped. You had been ignoring all the missed texts Stiles had left and you had never felt more confused in your life. “It was a mistake, you don't like him” you said one last time before exiting the stall and making your way over to the mirror. “What’s gotten into you?” your friend asked, half-concerned and half-amused. “I'm fine” you shrugged, while flattening your clothes out and reaching in your bag to apply a fresh coat of lipgloss. “Hmmm” your friend said, knowing something was definitely up. “Whatever. What lesson do we have first? Please don't tell me it’s English” you winced. “Its English and I thought it was your favourite lesson, considering you’re taking AP” she furrowed her brows. “Yeah, I'm just tired” you lied as the bell went.

You began to approach the door to your classroom when you saw Stiles turn the opposite corner. You both looked up at the same time and he opened his mouth to call your name, so you looked away and picked up the pace towards the door. He did the same until you both ended up running into your classroom, in front of everyone in their seats. “I'm going to ignore how weird that was, you two take a seat” your teacher instructed. Luckily the only two seats left were on different sides of the room, so you could at least avoid him for an hour. “So after seeing how well your presentations went, I've decided we’re going to be doing more debate work in class” your teacher said brightly, earning her yet another eruption of groans. “I’ve carefully picked out partners that I think will create the best debates” she continued. You already knew where this was heading. She began listing off names until she got to you, “Y/n and Stiles...”. You hit your head on your desk and accidently whispered too loudly “Shit”, causing the whole class including Stiles to look back at you. He smirked slightly, though that was to cover his hurt expression because he didn't know what he did to make you hate him. “Not the type of language I’d expect to hear in an AP English class” your teacher commented. “Sorry” you groaned, sitting up and brushing the hair out of your face. 

For the rest of the class Stiles sat zoned out, biting his nails and overthinking. Every so often he’d glance to where you were sat, to see you were doing the exact same. Neither of you raised your hand in the lesson, which meant a few students and your teacher clocked on that something was wrong between the pair of you. “So we’ve got five minutes left, you might want to use the time to discuss with your partner what you’re doing. Debates can be on anything reasonable” your teacher explained, wrapping up the lesson. You both watched as students got out of their seats and made their way over to their partners. You then both awkwardly looked over at each other, catching eye contact. Instead of looking away like you wanted to, you smiled. You smiled to invite him over, when all you wanted to do was run. He walked over slowly, both your hearts beating out of your chests; while you both tried to remain calm and breathe steadily. When he reached you, neither of you knew what to say. But once again you decided to throw up the barriers to protect yourself from danger that wasn't there. “You can come to mine tonight and we’ll make a start” you offered. “Yeah, sure” he answered, not expecting that. The bell went, just before things started getting awkward. “About the other night-” he began as you stood up and picked up your bag. “I’ve got to get to class” you avoided, heading out without another word.

You were in the middle of cleaning everything off the kitchen table, to make space for your debate making when you heard the door open. You let out a loud sigh when a familiar smell wafted in. “You’re stoned” you exclaimed, throwing down the books you were holding and turning to face your brother. “I'm not stoned- you’re stoned” he slurred with a grin. “Oh, so now you’re mixing weed with vodka” you shook your head. “Mom and dad are coming home in two days, may as well live it up” he told. “You wont be living it up when you don't graduate next year. What’s going to be your excuse? Sorry I didn’t show up to finals, I was just too fucked up from the night before?” you lectured. “You sound just like mom, maybe you should try taking some of her-” he whined, holding his head. “Don’t go there” you said through gritted teeth, turning around and continuing to clean. “Can I borrow some money” he asked. “What ever for?” you questioned sarcastically, already knowing the answer. “There’s a party and I said I’d be the supply” he claimed. “Not with my money you’re not” you said with an eye roll. “Fuck you Y/n, you know I’d do it for you” he said harshly. “That's the thing, I care about you so I don't let you do stupid shit, look at you. It’s 8pm and you’re a mess!” you accidently raised your voice. “And look at you, you’re home alone, you don't date because you’re afraid of love and it’s inevitable that you're going to turn out just like mom, swallowing pills with wine at the dinner table and watching your kids grow up to be just like you. It’s a cycle Y/n, don't think you’re any different to the rest of us!” he matched your volume, it was the alcohol that was talking but you knew there was some truth to his bitterness. “Get the fuck out, you asshole!” you shouted, pushing him from the kitchen to the front door. “I'm sorry” he sighed, immediately realising what he had said. “Just get out” you said quieter, wiping a tear with your sleeve as he opened the front door and went out. “Stiles” you said, widening your eyes after seeing he was approaching the front door as your brother walked out with his head stooped and his eyes red. He gave a small smile, aware of what probably just happened, before walking in.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked for the third time, as you placed two hot chocolates on the table and sat down. “I’m fine” you shrugged, picking up your pen as a signal you didn't want to talk about it. “So what do you want to do a presentation on?” he took the hint. “Ermm, you pick” you said, a little more cheerily. “Ermm, how about we do it on the whole opinions of love topic?” he suggested. You simply nod your head as you began. You didn't want to admit it, but you had a really good night with him. You completely forgot about all of your current problems and you hadn't felt that happy since the last time he came over. You were also very productive, you managed to finish your debate in a matter of a few hours. “Want to rehearse?” he asked. “Sure” you stood up from the table. You hadn't heard each others side of the argument, so you were sure you were going to end up squabbling by the end of it.

“So, love. A pretty big subject. No matter how the dictionary defines it, it means something different to every one of us. Personally, I believe love is a reason to get out of bed every morning. For that shred of hope that someday, someone is going to look at you like you’re the best thing in the world” He opened. 

“How I see it, is that no one truly cares how you feel. They only care about how you make them feel about themselves. It’s selfish, but so are we. We’re selfish because we think it’s okay to walk out of someone’s life when it suits, we think it’s okay to give up on fixing people when we realise it no longer benefits us and we do this under the impression that we’ve simply fallen out of love. How fucked up is that” you continued.

“Wait, you can’t just judge love on heartbreak. People leave, they screw us over and they do it without a second thought. We’re in a generation that romanticizes hate and heartbreak so much, but honestly I don't think anyone could hate as much as they can love. People who hide their feelings usually care the most, you cant keep pretending that you don't feel” he countered.

“I’m not pretending Stiles- I really don't care. Nothing hurts more than being disappointed by the person you thought would never hurt you. The best way to never get hurt, is to never feel in the first place” you started.

“Coward” he simply mumbled under his breath. “What?” you asked, with raised eyebrows. “You’re that scared to love, you put on this whole cynical front of not caring, to what? To protect yourself from ever being truly happy?” he exclaimed, rather than questioned. “I do not need ‘love’ to be happy” you replied shortly, Stiles’ words having left you lost for thought. “Just admit it, you’re afraid” he leant against your kitchen counter and crossed his arms. “Afraid of what exactly Stiles?” you turned so you weren't looking at him, and placed your empty hot chocolate mugs in the sink. “You’re afraid to love me” he spoke seriously. You widened your eyes and froze for a second, before raising your eyebrows and turning back around to face him. “We are nothing, I don't feel anything for you. I never have and I never will” you shrugged, with a fake smirk that physically hurt you to make. “I don't believe that. I don't believe that for a second” He retort, walking over to you slowly. “Well you should. I’m broken Stiles and you can’t fix me, because I don't want to be fixed” your breath hitched as he came face to face with you. “Why do you act like people see you as some project. I’m in love with you, for you. You're broken and it hurts me to see the pain in your eyes and yes I want to help you. But I love you” he spoke softly and you felt every single word. “I don't want to get hurt” you admitted, with an involuntary voice crack. “I would never hurt you Y/n” he claimed. You looked away from his honest gaze and shook your head. “I don't do this Stiles” you raised your hands and began to walk away from him. “Try” he said shortly, grabbing your wrist gently and pulling you towards him. He pressed his lips to yours and you practically felt yourself melt under his touch. Every doubt you every had faded in that moment. All you could think about was him, and how safe he made you feel. You finally understood the feeling you had sworn to avoid. You didn't want that moment to ever end, but the sound of your phone vibrating in your back pocket caused you to break away from him. You stared at each other for a second, both scanning one another's features for a sign of anything. You broke away and answered your phone. “Omg what?... Oh fuck... I'm coming!” you shoved your phone down and without hesitating ran over to your car keys, your thoughts shifting from the comfort of Stiles. “Y/n calm down, what is it?” Stiles soothed. “It’s my brother” you said shakily, looking up at him through teary eyes.

Part 3? Does anyone even still read teen wolf imagines? x

[godsheadangel]

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So its been a really hard day, week, month, basically since midterms. The past two weeks have been the worst. Last week I had play practices until 8 PM most days except I skipped on Wednesday because of a jazz competition where we got back at about 11 or so. Then on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday we had our performances. There were two on Saturday and each performance was about two hours plus another two hours for before and after stuff. In my family we aren't supposed to do homework on Sundays (its a family/church day) so I have to wait until my parents go to bed or sneak stuff down to my room to do homework. This year I'm taking 12 classes two are APs, one was a semester class so now I have a study hall. Five are music so they all sort of fit into the same period and one is a before school church class ever morning at 6:10. Its a 20 minute drive and my family reads scriptures together before my brother and I leave. My dad is a lawyer and also has a bunch of religious responsibilities and is part of a volleyball league so he's almost never home. My mom deals with five kids, her own religious responsibilities and other stuff but she does way less than I do but always seems more stressed and I don't understand. As the parent she's supposed to be calm and understanding and ask about my day. Because of everything last week I was up almost all night Sunday-Saturday but I eventually went to bed in time to get about an hour of sleep. I also tutor two hours a week. I got four hours of sleep the next night and 11 the night after that. Because I'm used to an overall average of less than 6 hours of sleep a night (including weekends) and probably way less than that for just school nights, getting more than about 7 hours of sleep gives me huge headaches. Eleven really really hurt even after ibuprofen. Today at school I only had physics, AP Stats, Spanish, and music. but in the order 1 4 2 3. Our schedule is really weird. Most days we have seven classes and our rotation schedule has 7 days meaning that we never have the same class order more often then once every seven days. I was up until about 12h30 trying to finish a take home physics test that we had all gotten a week ago but I hadn't had time to start yet because I was working on getting caught up from everything I had missed the week before. I decided to take an hour nap because I literally couldn't keep my eyes open and I had only gotten about a forth of the test done. I'll explain more later, but this teacher gives really hard tests. I was crying (which despite all the crap and pressure I'm under I hadn't done since last summer) and I almost self-harmed again so I just decided to take the nap. My alarms didn't go off until 5h30 as usual so I didn't get any more work done. I got some done from the 45 min I have before school starts after I get to the building after my church class but before classes start but I was tutoring so I gave him some busy work a and worked on physics. This class was first starting at 8 so 3 min to the bell I went up. About 15 minutes into class, I learned that most people hadn't finished the test. His tests are usually really hard to show for sure that you have mastered the material which I hadn't because I had been distracted with lack of sleep and the musical. He decided to give the class until the end of the day to pass in the tests (which was very nice, but pretty typical of this teacher). He is really positive but not annoyingly so and not in a naive way either. Just being in the classroom really helped me to calm down and relax a bit, I almost started crying again from relief (my eyes still teared up a bit) but I managed not to. I didn't really get much done and really only figured out that I really didn't know what I was doing but he said that we could come in after school at least until 4 because he was leaving at 4h30. The bell rang and I had jazz. I only play one of the three jazz songs so I did my math during the time I wasn't playing. I ran a meeting for chorale council during lunch (I'm one of the presidents) them went to math, I'd brought in a pie for homework passes two days earlier and it had been in the freezer, it was the class favorite. At his point my phone was dead because it hadn't fully charged last night. I did my Spanish worksheet during math. And quickly wrote down a speech in Spanish about how I was the best candidate for student body president. I'm also really behind in math. Once I got to Spanish, I took my speech and turned it into notes instead. My speech went pretty well. And class was fine. I went to jazz after school and that went okay. Then I went up too Dudley's room. Two of my friends were already there getting help with the test but I think they were done and were just hanging out because Dudley is so amazing and calming. Ryley and Mackenzie (they're both guys by the way) came over and talked for a few minutes while I worked on the test. Apparently I looked really tired because they started telling Dudley about how I got about 4 hours of sleep a night and how I needed to get more sleep and about how much I do. Dudley said I looked exhausted. After they left we talked a bit on and off while I worked on my test. I didn't ask for it but he asked if I wanted an extension until Tuesday, which I accepted. I worked on the test for about an hour and a half until 4-ish. He looked over my test and said that for two of the four questions I had it almost perfect and I had the right idea with the other two. He told me that I looked exhausted, to get some sleep, and to take care of myself. I love my parents and siblings and I know in my head that they love me too but they don't notice when I get an hour of sleep or when I'm upset about an assignment or test, or when I haven't showered in two weeks (yes, I know, it happens sometimes, I forget because I don't have time) they don't ask about my day, or want to do things with me, give me hugs or tough me at all usually, or help me with stuff, or talk to me, or ask about my music, or really anything. Ever day when I leave its the exact same words- Have a good day. They're like roommates that ignore me most of the time. Dudley is just a teacher, but he writes notes on his student's tests when he hands them out praising their individual strengths. He knows who my friends are and what I'm having problems with. He asks how I'm doing and I try to answer honestly because I know he cares and wants to know. Yes he is just a teacher, but he keeps things appropriate and professional while still really helping his students. Family is supposed to help you but I feel like mine holds me back, degrades, ignores me, and neglects me. I don't blame them for overlooking me, it is just a fact. My friends act like siblings should, and I feel like Dudley acts somewhat like a father and Ewing acts somewhat like a grandmother. Then my biological family gets angry when I spend so much time at school. Well that is where I get things done, that is where I feel loved, that is where people pay attention to me, and care about me. Here I just feel like my rent is overdue. They aren't bad people, just distracted.