#set straight

[hate5sixofficial]

Set Straight 2022-08-20 Union Hall Edmonton, Canada

[kibblewinchester]

ugh history papers are the bane of my existence

but supernatural is on so...

[bluecherrytree]

A smile is a curve that sets everything straight."

Phyllis Diller

[pokeyjunior-blog]

POKEY JUNIOR - SET STRAIGHT (Official Video)

[repeatedlyyellingatlamps]

Okay, I’m sick of people who get PERSONALLY offended when someone calls a girl they’ve never met something not even meant to be offensive, going off on them, feeling like they’ve helped someone, and calling themselves feminist. I’m sick of being assumed into that group of people when i say the word feminism. Feminist are people who fight for the equality of each gender. REAL Feminist want women to get paid the same and given the same rights as men. Not wanting to be treated like we're a fucking princess, we don't want people decapitated when they call us "a little weird" or something harmless. Just thought I’d clear that up…so people could maybe…: PLEASE quit calling yourself what you aren’t or change your ideas to match the word your using? Thanks! Sorry to offend anyone! ^~^

[whyemmett]

Set Straight: Self Para

Emmett sat in his car with is head in his hands. He had a gut-wrenching feeling in his stomach, one that made him want to vomit all of the day’s ingestions all over the leather interior of his Jeep. He banged a fist against the steering wheel, an ear piercing honk shooting through the air. He’d never felt this way, he’d never told anyone he’d cared about them and meant it. And what’s worse was that he cared for two people.

His body was at odds within itself, his mind thinking one thing, his heart thinking another. There was nothing he could do but just sit there and let his internal organs battle it out to the death. On one hand, there was Stella; she was sweet and caring and she liked him and he liked her back. She was everything he needed. She’d keep him grounded and safe and warm. On the other hand there was Scarlett; who was everything a guy could fantasize about. And she was breaking his heart. He vocalized his feels to her and she shot him down, surprising him how much it hurt.

He needed Stella, he needed Scarlett. But now he was stuck. No matter what he did he would seem like an asshole, when in all honestly he was just confused and lonely. He and Stella had made so many plans that came crashing down, so he’d turned to Scarlett. It wasn’t fair what he’d done. He still had feelings for Stella and he’d lied about them. So now, no matter what he did or said he was a liar.

Maybe you should just be alone, dumbass, he thought to himself. He couldn’t be trusted around people; somehow he would fuck it up. And now the girl he liked was on her bed with someone else talking about how much she hated him and he couldn’t deal with it. He reached in the backseat of his car, pulling out a bottle of vodka. He didn’t quite know why he had a bottle of vodka in his car, but he did and at this moment, it was exactly what he needed.

He all but tore of the cap and took a long pull from the bottle, the liquid like fire down his throat, burning in his chest. He kept drinking, relishing in the pain of the drink. It felt like he was being burned from the inside, which in his dark mind seemed fitting.

He finished the entire bottle, completely smashed. Nodding his head, he resolved his plan of action, turning the ignition and pulling out of the driveway. He knew it was stupid and wrong and against anything he’d ever been taught, but somehow he couldn’t stop himself – he needed to see her.

The drive was short; maybe due to the fact that the vodka was clouding his sense of speed intensely and he ended up driving much faster than legal. He still couldn’t bring himself to care.

He reached Stella’s house and pulled up the familiar drive and practically ran to her front door, banging on it. Nobody came to answer. He walked around the side of the house and found an open window, with a figure moving inside. Short and pixie like, the shadow had to be her. It had to be.

“Stella,” he said drunkenly. “Stella-Ella-Oooooola, clap clap clap?” He stood on a flat rock to speak into the open window.

“Stella, please. I’m so sorry. I’m soooooo sooooooo sorry. It’s just, I don’t know. I don’t know why I did it. I don’t know why I’ve done anything of done, or said anything I’ve said. I’ve made so many mistakes and I can’t go back, but I justneeeed to fix this with you. Stella-Ella please, please. I just….I will spendforeeeeeever trying to make it up to you. And I know you may not change your mind about me, but I’ll keep trying, ‘cause I really like you. I really do. So I’m going to keep trying forever and ever because forever is a long time, and time has a way of changing things. I think I love you, Stella. I think I just might.”

Emmett wiped his watering eyes.

“I’ll go now, but just….call me?”

He stumbled drunkenly off the rock, falling to the ground. “Ow,” he whined weakly.

Picking himself up he tumbled to his car, sliding in and driving home. He didn’t understand how he got there in one piece, but he did. Before heading to his room, he grabbed another bottle of vodka, settling down in bed watching The Notebook, staring at his phone, waiting for her to call.