@agentcanis… quit messaging me… no, I don’t want to watch people get crushed by falling shipping crates… no, I don’t want to share any more cigarettes on the roof of the medbay… no, I don’t want to order copious amounts of pay-at-door pizzas to the global occult coalition headquarters… and finally? I don’t want to come over to your sweaty ass apartment anymore….
There’s a reason I never mention you on this account of mine except to complain about you….
You must have a crush be dependent on me or something… and that’s pathetic. Not that it’s wrong if anyone ELSE had a crush on me… grow up and leave me be…
I’m sorry I just need to write down some thoughts. I’ve always considered myself bisexual, even though my attraction to men is minimal. I like the attention I receive, but I hate when it’s reciprocated and feel deeply uncomfortable with them in general, even if they’re genuinely good guys. You know who I don’t feel like that with? Women. I went on a date with a woman today, and I hadn’t in a while. I feel like I can be myself, I feel so so so comfortable with women, I connect better, the intentions are clear and the conversation flowing. The date went incredibly well, and I still can’t accept it. I fear of society’s expectations for me to be with a man, I fear how my family is going to take this if things get serious. I know my mother and my cousins don’t mind, but disappointing my father sounds worse than death. I had the time of my life at the date and I’m so guilty about it, for wanting to hold hands with another woman, for wanting to kiss her, for talking about a future with her, and I don’t know where it’s coming from. It’s making me so anxious I want to throw up, I want to manage it but don’t know how. I don’t want this worry of mine to show, since it’s something deeply personal and important to me, so I need to manage it so I myself can feel better. Please, if you’ve got any way to help, I would appreciate it lots.
Is it werid that I thought about names I would have if I was a girl..(ﾟーﾟ*)
I'm not a girl tho..just was thinking..cuz why not. It's not like I dont like beaging male..I'm okay with beaging a guy..oh yeah and umm..sorry to all the people who thought I was a girl cuz I have a yuri account
a thought crossed my mind about the ending of arcane's first season and now i need to know how astrid would react after finding out that jinx killed silco
When did Jinx kill Silco? They’re out getting ice cream right now you weirdo haha
You wonder off the patchy cement path and through the daunting domineer of the broad black gates. Almost instantaneously, your foots pace begin to falter, an overwhelming sense of... fear begins to pulse through you. Dread holds your joints in place preventing you from going any further. You curse yourself for being such a coward and prepare to turn back and try another day as usual but a calloused hand suddenly interlocks with your own. You peer up at the owner of the hand.
Shinichiro.
Such a familiar face that would normally bring you comfort brought preeminent malaise. His hand was a complete contrast to the usual warmth it possessed.
The only thing that stayed the same from him was his beautifully distinguished smile that was always directed towards you.
"You weren't thinking about leaving early again were you?" He teased, "You can't avoiding me, sweet cheeks."
He lead your arm up the grassy hill where the mourning families lay in front of their children. Guilt rushes to your head as you attempt to bow while they look at you in confusion and disbelief. You continue to be dragged away when suddenly you trip and fall on your chest, sliding against the wet dirt till you come to a complete stop. Maybe you'd been leaning on Shinichiro a bit too much.
Lifting yourself from the ground, your face contorts into of disgust from the grimy mud all over your hands and overalls. A feeble attempt at brushing it off spreads the stain on your clothing. Heat rises to your face in embarrassment and vexation as you remember the reason you'd actually fallen. You raise your head, mouth already hung open and ready to spew curses to the boy but he was... gone?
You hadn't heard his footsteps go away so where could he have possibly run off to. You begin to walk the rest of the way up the hill, exhaustion quickly blocking your oxygen flow.
Finally, your feet stands tall on the top of the hill. You crouch to a loose squat and rest your hands on your knees, catching your breath.
"Hey c'mon! Your so damn slow sometimes." That heavy voice filled your ears. You look around but instead of finding him next to you, he stood at the very end of the hill. But he sounded like he was right next to you. As much as everything hollered to you that something was wrong, your legs belligerently moved forward towards Shinichiro.
Before you could even make it to the hill's bottom, Shinichiro began moving. Leaving you behind once more.
"Wait a minute! Your leaving me!" You shout.
Shinichiro doesn't react at all. He didn't turn to look back at you or even falter in his tracks. It was as if he didn't hear you at all which wasn't... couldn't be possible. You weren't so far behind to where your voice ins't heard.
"Shinichiro! Please!" You plead, "Don't leave me!" The situation was unsettling and seemed dire for an odd, unknown reason. None of your continuous begs met his ears. Why. Your body pushed you forwards as your subconscious demanded you chase him. Every part of you was perplexed as if you were being torn apart limb from limb. Why did your throat burn? What was happening? Everything was so overwhelming. You were fine just mere minutes ago so why? Why were you feeling this immense emotional affliction.
And why did he ignore it. It's impossible for him to have not caught wind of your restless cries. Yet he continued on.
You continue to crawl through the short cut grass, stumbling each and every time you attempt to pick yourself up. Your heart leaped into your throat and rested there. Perseverance was the only thing in your mind and your brain put a seemingly unreachable goal to the front thoughts. Follow Shinichiro.
As his pace began to slow down, your body tightened. Was he almost there?
Slower.
Slower..
Slower...
Until he finally came to a stop. You pathetically near him but he was fading? How- how was that possible? He was becoming transparent directly in front of your eyes. That lump in your throat sealed your mouth shut as you attempted to gather your words.
Soon enough you reached were he once stood but he had fully faded away. Where he once stood, there was a large stone directly in front. The grey stone had many carvings on it. Intricate swirls and twists engraved to it and some words.
As you read the words aloud, all lingering pressure disintegrated. It was the lightest you'd felt in a while but why did it hurt so much?
