IT’S SIRIUS’S BIRTHDAY EVE
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IT’S SIRIUS’S BIRTHDAY EVE
it just really really hurts tonight and i don’t know what to do. i don’t fit in anywhere i can’t do anything without feeling bad???? i’m such a mess and i’d be better off dead because i can’t be fixed at all
I like how you can tell when the last time I had my life together was from the fact my calendar was still on August
hc + vincent
when vincent was born, logan wasn’t ignorant to the way father would fawn over him. at first he reasoned that is was for his youth, logan being marginally older than the other. but it changed after their father sat him down and explained to him how ‘ special ‘ vincent was. ( he’s different. special. he’ll do great things when he’s older, logan. you need to keep a close eye on him. make sure he doesn’t get hurt. he can protect himself when he’s ready. for now, i’m trusting you to watch over your younger brother. )yet, while he watched vincent grow up, there was elements of jealousy and spite that seeped into his actions, his thoughts. father spent the majority of the day on the throne, yes, but that didn’t mean he had no time for his children. for logan, however, it seemed as if he were nothing. vincent was the one with the attention, the one with father bending knee and ruffling hair. he could remember when father had done the same to him, and his body grew cold with lack of warmth. that envy rose within him and never truly left, still settling in his bones even when he were a man and vincent on his way.as king, he constantly sent vincent to his rooms, either to protect him from the decisions the throne had forced him to make or to keep him from seeing the true reality of the world. ‘ the throne room is no place for a child. ‘ there was still spite echoing in his actions, however. he kept vincent locked up because he felt like he owed him that much, as if he could take away from his youth just as vincent had done. it was done with malicious intent, though it was incredibly subconsciously put forth. it was an underlying motivator to destroy vincent’s youthful years as retaliation? to be honest logan is not a nice man, even if it was done as something he wasn’t fully aware of ( covering it up by saying it was to ‘ protect him. ‘ ) the only person who ever truly noticed was father’s friend walter, and even then logan would cast his opinion aside and question his loyalty to the crown, the undertone in his words suggesting treason. logan made sure no one questioned his authority something that pressed heavily onto his outward appearance as tyrant, even to vincent as he grew older.
i wrote a lil drabble about cheren and bianca a few years ago on my rp blog and it still makes me sad haha c’:>
“Cheren! Congratulations! Professor Juniper just told me the news!!”
Cheren was practically knocked over flat as an orange blur rushed forward and smacked into him. The sudden hug knocked the wind out of him and he barely had time to register that it was, in fact, Bianca.
“Mmn… Th-thanks, Bianca,” he said as he offered a hasty hug in return, pulling himself away to catch his breath. His best friend beamed up at him, eyes shining behind her new glasses. She adjusted them the way he’d always adjusted his, unused to the way they tend to slip down the bridge of one’s nose.
“So… you’re taking over for Lenora, right? That’s not too far a move! You’ll just be over in Nacrene! I’ll probably come to visit all the time, gathering research materials for the Professor! Cheren, this is so exciting! I’m so happy for you!”
Cheren tried to smile back, but he felt his stomach lurch. He grinned in a rather insincere fashion as he turned his face away in an attempt to change it into something less obviously fake.
“…Right. It’s a really exciting opportunity… Just like your job with the Professor. I’m really excited… for the both of us.”
Having finally been able to rearrange his smile into something vaguely resembling genuine, he looked back at her. …You might as well get it out of the way, he thought. It’ll only make it worse if you drag it out.
“Though I don’t think I’m going to be moving to Nacrene…”
“Oh!” she interrupted excitedly. “Are you going to commute from Nuvema, then? That’s a little ways away, but I’m sure you can do it!”
“No… No, Bianca, I’m… I’m starting a new Gym.”
She blinked at him in confusion. But then her grin returned wider than ever.
“In Nuvema? Oh, Cheren! That would be perfect!”
“No!” he interrupted. Great. He was getting her even more excited than before. This was harder than he’d thought. “They… they built a new Trainer’s School in Aspertia City. They asked me to teach there and convert it into a Gym.”
Silence. Bianca stared at him blankly for a few moments, lost in thought.
“Where’s Aspertia City?” she asked finally. He sighed, rubbing his arm distractedly. Time to lay it on her.
“…It’s on the island west of Castelia. The complete other side of Unova. …I’m leaving tomorrow.”
“…Oh.”
奇怪-我最近關於你的印象,你的笑啊,和你的淚啊-都好像還沒長大。
I’m not new (I've just been gone for a long, long time), but I’m lonely and would like to make some new friends or acquaintances, whatever you’d prefer. If you could do me a favor and reblog and like this post, I’ll gladly make myself a familiar face to you. Oh, and by the way- my name’s Riley.
last night i dreamt of you
i was sitting in a theater, but all the lights were on, i was with my best friend and i think we were watching a show or maybe we were just sitting there. i cant remember who my best friend was, i cant remember her face, but i know that in that dream she was my best friend and all i remember was that she was wearing bright purple skinny jeans. she was on my left, you were on my right. i turned and looked at you and i smiled shyly, you turned and looked and gave me a smirk, a chuckle. i boldly laid my head on your shoulder and linked my arm with yours, i watched your hands stroke mine.
what stood out in the dream the most was, right before it ended, i had a very very clear thought. in the dream i said to myself, this was all i ever wanted.
isn't that sad? i was so happy