I woke with a start as my stomach started to cave in due to the pressure of a fleshy pillar. It took a while for my eyes to adjust, but, when they did, I found the source of the weight - a finger, then an arm, then a neck, then… a whole person, perched on his toes, squatting right above me. No wonder my eyes took so long to see; he had been blocking out the light!
My brain adapted way quicker than my eyes, and it told me to run from the enormous boy, who looked a few years older than me (then again, doesn’t everyone look older than a “babyface?”). Somehow, the adrenaline pulsing throughout my body was able to pump my arms and legs - run, run, run! - under a, thankfully, empty stall. As I reached my destination, I discovered my other problem: I couldn’t breathe.
I crumpled to the ground, whimpering as I inhaled greedily for a few breaths, but none were received. My lungs weren’t adapting to the extremely low air pressure, or the molecules were too big for them. Maybe something else? I had no idea, for I was too busy panicking - the boy, Reese, had heaved my shrunken body into the air. How on God’s green Earth could this have happened?!
Soon, it was possible to breathe, and that was when my mind finally tried to comprehend the situation.
“Could this just be a dream?” I tried to convince myself, but to no avail.
A giant human - no, regular human, tiny, naked me. And to think I had ever complained about being short! This was a whole new level.
Reese had tried to come up with a nickname for me, which I despised. What I despised even more? He stuffed me into his cramped, stuffy pocket, and even dared to call me cute when I told him my real name!
“I swear to you, Rona- I mean, Reese, call me cute one more time! I dare you!” I thundered, but I was not prepared for what happened next…
“Owen?!” I heard Tommy’s voice.
I was lifted into the air once more, and I realized that I was back at the Dix Hills Diner, where I was greeted by a humongous, shocked, freckle-faced boy.
“Trust me, I’m as confused as you, dude,” I attempted to push his nosy nose from my bare belly, “But, c’mon, you’re way to close. Mind moving back?”
Tommy stalled for a moment before his head snapped back into reality, “Oh, yeah! Sorry, man. Can I just ask something?”
I nodded, feeling the back of my head, not because I was anxious, but because I felt something weird.
“How the fuck did this happen to you?”
I ignored the question, feeling the back of my head once again.
“Dude?” Tommy tilted his head.
“Reese’s Pieces, what’s wrong?” Reese pulled me back to him - I need to get used to this feeling.
My hand came back from my head, just like before I had blacked out, and it was coated red with blood.
“I-I’m bleeding,” I muttered, but Reese had already seen.
“Shit, shit, shit!” Reese was panicking, and wrapped me inside his pocket once more, “It’s gonna be okay, lil’ guy, just lemme-”
“Reese, I’m fine!” I countered, “It’s just a little blood!”
“No, it’s not! Tell me when this hurts.”
“Wait, what?”
The pocket started to close in on me, and I felt myself being squished - he was trying to stop the blood flow, as if it were a bloody nose! I would’ve argued, but the pressure suddenly plugged over my face.
“AH!” I finally complained, and the pain stopped.
I felt the back of my head for the last time - dry. I’m not even going to question the science behind it - it worked! As if on cue, I heard the door to the diner jingle, followed by familiar voices.
“Tommy, Owen’s missing!” Zachary and Giovanni’s voices chimed together, but Michael remained silent.
I gave Reese a reassuring tap, and I guess he knew that it meant that I was okay, because he whipped me out from his pocket for the threesome to gape at. It was at that moment I realized how insignificant I was, how… small I was. Was I even human anymore, or was I an object, and thing, an it? Tears welled up in my eyes as I was tossed around in a slow-motion hot potato game. However, what was different with this group is that somebody cared.
“Guys, can ya’ be gentle with him? I mean, look at him, he’s obviously been through enough. He doesn’t need to be sick!” Michael scolded.
He was spot-on, and I started to sob. The realization of, not only my insignificance, but the fact that I might never be normal again, finally got to me. This time, sympathetic palms cradled my frame, and I already knew who it was. I couldn’t help but blush a little.
I found myself drifting off to sleep feeling protected, but I couldn’t shake the lingering feeling that the relationship between me and my cohorts had changed dramatically...
Que sea mutuo, porque sino no tiene que ser, tan simple como eso. Si querés a una persona, procurá que esa persona también te quiera a vos. Que los sentimientos que tenés, sean correspondidos. No funciona una relación cuando uno tiene que dar cierta cantidad de amor, para poder tapar el amor que a la otra persona le falta dar. Nadie es tan poca cosa como para no recibir amor de verdad, y tampoco nadie es tanto como para recibir amor que no se merece. Aprendamos a valorarnos y dejemos de estar atrás de personas que no nos quieren, porque aunque duela esa es la verdad. La otra persona, no nos quiere. Y si juega con nuestros sentimientos aprovechándose de ese amor que sentimos, más seguros debemos estar de que esa persona no nos merece. Ellos se lo pierden. Porque hace falta tener agallas para amar, amar de verdad. Y mientras tanto, sigamos apostando al amor. Y esa persona que no nos quiere ni nos valora? Que se lo pierda. . . . . . "Como puedo traducir la frustración alas palabras? Que se lo pierda por gil"
Yusuf Gatewood once again proving that he’s one of the best yet most underrated actors of this generation and we all need to see more of him!!!
“family BBQs are about to get real weird”
Vanya = on a farm and happy, Diego = nuthouse, Klaus = cult leader
Team 0 vs young Reggie Hargreeves at the Tiki lounge restaurant
Diego being a mama’s boy
“unharm my wiener”
“you know some say the greatest luck is to die at the 8th time”
Diego insisting on burrying Elliot
The Resistance™ lol
the siblings deciding to help Vanya after all
“kids sit in the back”
“which one’s the girlfriend?”
“love shouldn’t have to hurt this much” *gag noises*
Ben saving Vanya
“he traded his life for mine and saved the world in the process” “show off”
“50 bucks if you leave him here”
In conclusion, we love it, I aspire to be Five, want a friend like Klaus, and we want more. Don’t you dare cancel this Netflix (I’ve been hurt enough)!!!!
Holy hell, this turned out so long. I decided to make a second post solely dedicated to quotes because I just could not fit that in here anymore. I guess it speaks for this show that I had enough material to make two... Anyways, enjoy!
pt.2 - The Best Quotes From OUTER BANKS
NOT the pace at which John B and Sarah’s relationship develops
noT AT ALL
sorry, done with the venting now
anyhow, the group being TIGHT ™
JJ making you feel one of three ways:
“oh heLLO, JJ” (mostly without a shirt scenes)
“ugh, JJ” (he brought the gun and/or is being a dick scenes)
“awww, JJ...” (you know which scenes)
Kie’s outfits
the golden hour lighting
the sets being actual houses
the beach/sea/surfer aesthetic
the van
The Chateau™
JJ’s rings
Pope’s contributions being overlooked, always
everyone’s motivation on this show: “How much?” “400 mill”
conclusion: that’s worth fucking shit up
Kie actually being really skilled in politely but determinedly shutting her guy friends down when “macking” on her
ya know, until the Pope pity party at the end...
cuz that’s what it felt like, for real
I actually thought JJ and Pope might have a thing going...
the soundtrack full of surf guitar music
the intro font always making it feel like some 90s Miami-set crime show is about to start
John B’s hair, I think?
I mean, I don’t know what you’re into...
I just feel like it’s a breath of fresh air on the boy’s-hairstyles-tv-landscape
getting major “Don’t Breathe” vibes from the blind old lady shooting up her house
I appreciate them trying to make her actually kinda creepy, because they usually fail miserably with "scary” elements on non horror stuff
I don’t know if you catch my drift, just thought it was well done...
Sarah getting stung by a jellyfish and everyone just like not really caring??
all of them thinking for even oNE SECOND that they weren’t gonna get screwed over with the gold
JJ looking like the lead of any 90s teen production at all times
JJ just effortlessly blending in with the waiters at the party
or that time when he fake cried on command to save his ass
but like every character has good acting skills (or simply is a good liar, I guess it’s a matter of philosophy)
JJ and Pope betting money on Kie and Sarah
Kie starting a fire to save everyone’s ass
the Vlad and Val thing (cheesy for sure, but adorbs nonetheless)
highkey though the guy playing the drug dealer is a really good actor, cuz I’m sure he’s nice and cool and all irl but as Barry all he makes me think of is this:
Topper’s Frosted Tips™ (gosh that sounds so unbelieveabley sexual I can’t believe it’s not sexual)
JJ constantly trolling every authority figure
Sarah not being the perfect-snobby-rich-chick-daughter despite being expected to be by everyone
JJ robbing the coast guard of a pen? because he ignored him
“bring it on Aggie, you bitch” sign (I don’t think stroms can read but nice touch)
especially the first few episodes finally being an accurate depiction of how teenage boys always wear their hat floating like 5″ above their head and hoW FUCKING DUMB IT LOOKS!!! thank you! please stop...
Pope loosing his pants at the cemetary (like imagine him having to explain that to his mama)
the “friends” awkwardly waving at Kie’s dad
that one silouette shot ✨cinematography, bitches✨
never actually seeing John B give the BMX bike back to that poor kid...
going back to save the Big John photograph from the street (tears, man... tEArS)
John B being a major wuss while Sarah is cleaning his wound
NEVER having the gun when actually needed
ALWAYS having the gun when it could get you in major trouble
JJ taking the blame to save Pope
JB’s finger guns after his first kiss with Sarah (John B you smooth mf...)
that opening shot in ep.4 zooming in on the boat through the storm clouds
everybody being collectively surprised to see JB in a school building
the blood splattering against the window of the car with JJ and his dad in it (terrible scene, A+ effect!)
JJ sneaking through the swamp with a backpack on his head
the actor of Sarah’s dad managing to give you the creeps with some subtle crazy eyes even before it turns out he’s actually crazy
Kie fooling Pope with her British accent
Rose thinking she’s some kind of High Priestess at the midsummers party
John B putting a bow tie on JJ
BROMANCE™ (alternative title)
JJ delivering the note dancing flirtatiously
Sarah thinking pushing John B down would magically have made him invisible to Topper watching them for thE LAST 5 MINUTES??!
JJ twirling Kie around when leaving the Kook party
Topper accidently confessing his creepy-stalker-love to a 13 year old
Kie slapping John B
John B slapping Kie
violence is not the answer, kids! but I guess these were friendly slaps, so it’s okay
JB telling Sarah how “everything’s fine” with the Pogues and then cutting to it being definitely not
John B saying: “I don’t give a shit if she’s an axe murderer” and Pope making this face: 😲
a brilliant plan being ruined by a porch light
everybody constantly shitting on 1... 2... 3!
is that a The Shining reference I’m seeing????
how tf did it take them so long to realize she’s blind I-
and then once they did, Sarah states: “that bitch can’t aim” ???
like yeah, obviously, you just said it yourself sHE’S BLIND!!!????
anywho, John B not even bothering to fake excitement over the fishing trip
JJ finding “that’s what she said” disproportionately funny
the group wordlessly agreeing that somebody should probably look after JJ at the drug dealer’s
Sarah confidently telling JB she’s a virgin without it being all awkward (rare sight in teen shows back in my day)
Pope’s “Thrasher” shirt (like damn that’s off brand, but funny!)
JJ getting floaties for drinks in the whirlpool
the Whirlpool Group Hug™
JB telling Sarah goodbye before the fishing trip and me deadass thinking for a sec that he set an alarm to creep into his gf’s room in the middle of the night
Ward having sOmE NErVE to interrogate JB after killing his father (and later basically calling Rafe a psycho?!! like bitch get a mirror and baptized, thank you)
John B driving through the fence at the airport
Sarah yelling at her dad “you’re gonna kill him” like that’s gonna stop him lol
the cop at the airport giving us real talk about what police first aid training probably looks like
JB wanting to tell the cops what happened out of the goodness of his heart
Wheezie sticking up for her sister
Rafe calling John B a maniac (the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, I see)
JB locking himself in, in a house with Topper (like god damn, Karma’s a bitch huh)
Sarah, a teenage girl mind you, getting away from a trained-special-force-FBI-whatever-cop-dude in full armor by KNEEING him
Rafe talking to his Emotional Support Dealer™
the Pogues standing up to their parents for frIEnDsHIp!!!
JJ about to play “Operation” on his dad to get the keys
the missed opportunity to use “I Shot The Sheriff” on the soundtrack
I’m still a bit salty....
JB getting out of the cop car like that’s just normal
Pope going to shake Kie’s hand to make up
Sarah making it just in time
Ward being the “final card” lmao
Pope’s fam taking JJ into their group hug
the chill fisherman dude (with a wild romantic past?) taking in JB and Sarah
I demand a spin-off for that guy’s story btw
I’m so sorry for how long this must’ve taken to read. Seems like a good time to remind you that there’s more though:
pt.2 - The Best Quotes From OUTER BANKS
It’s a great show (even though in parts I would’ve preferred them to step off the cheese grater a little bit). Overall (aside from the obviously heavy themes), it reminds me of all the Australian teen shows I used to watch growing up (mixed with “the Outsiders” maybe?) and it makes me actually a bit excited for summer.
Nikki’s sleeve being on fire when he’s first introduced (tells you all you need to know about him)
Douglas Booth as Nikki Sixx
MGK as Tommy Lee
Iwan Rheon and Daniel Webber were great too
the soundtrack (I mean, it better be)
the HAIR
the bromance
the guyliner
the costumes
Nikki setting his old ID on fire (what’s with him and fire?) and the guy in the background looking between him and the receptionist like “is he allowed to do that??”
the wholesomeness of the finding-a-band-name-scene
“what do you fuckin’ think?”
crossovers with other musicians of the time
Ozzy Osbourne
David Lee Roth
Razzle (the actor was great, loved the character, until, you know...)
Mick’s overall attitude
in fact, every single Mick Mars line
“fuck you, you fuckin’ teenager”
“band with a shitty name is 10/10 times a shitty band”
“been waiting my whole life for this day”
“I happen to have respect for myself and the females of our species, unlike you animals”
“I’m shocked by how much it blows”
even “we got you, brother”
“is it bring your fucking girlfriend to work day?” “I wish I had a girlfriend” “I know, Mick”
A TYPICAL DAY IN THE LIFE OF TOMMY LEE:
“nice place. time to redecorate!” *proceeds to throw tv out the window*
the Slash/GnR easter egg
the (very ambicious?) paramedic who brings Nikki back
“you don’t know shit about Walt Disney”
“ow”
the revival of Tommy Lee’s hairstyles
MGK looking like Andy Biersack a little too much with Tommy’s later hairstyles??? (like come on, it’s not just me seeing that, is it?)
the acting of anyone in any scene regarding the passing of Vince’s daughter Skyler
the credits with all the throwback footage
did I mention the soundtrack?
overall it’s a great piece of entertainment, entirely true or not
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After taking him home with me last night, I couldn’t fall asleep. All I could think about was the fragile like in my hands. Each soft breath was followed by an even softer rising and falling of his tiny chest.
And I felt guilty.
I haven’t always been the person Owen loves - yes, it’s obvious. I used to be a bully to his face; now, I’m a bully behind his back.
“What is wrong with me?” I placed my forehead onto the table. I would’ve slammed if it wouldn’t wake up the shorter-than-usual shortie.
I don’t know how I feel about Owen; I want to be his friend, but he’s just so… dorky. Yet, somehow, it’s something that attracted me in the first place.
Who am I to be his “friend?”
“C’mon, faggot, show me whatcha’ got,” I sneered at my victim.
It had only been last year, but it felt like a lifetime ago. I was a different person then, but I can’t stop thinking about it. The date was November 2, 2016 - Owen’s birthday. I had ruined it. My stupid fourteen year-old mind had stepped over the line.
I pushed the midget against some dude’s ajar locker, practically spitting in the poor guy’s face. After the football game, he had tried to lecture the team on why not to drink alcohol (fair enough), but things got out of hand when he threatened to tell. THat’s what led to this. THe whole team was cheering me on as I went through his “personal” notebook, ripping out page after page and reading them out loud, much to his dismay.
“‘My parents have threatened to kick me out…’ Aww, got some family troubles, squirt?” Todd, one of my teammates, snickered.
Picking on some seventh grader is not something I’d do - but this particular seventh grader? Yes, yes, yes!
I ripped yet another page from the notebook, while Owen was sweating profoundly in that disgusting pink crop-top sweater (ew) and began to read it out loud.
“‘I can’t shake my feelings for…’”
I stopped.
“‘For…’”
Owen gave me a pleading gaze.
“Wait a minute, I think I read that wrong,” I nodded to Owen, “‘I can’t shake my deep, deep cravings for chocolate!’ Oh my God, who knew that a skinny little twerp like you could be such a fatty.”
I touched his belly, which barely had anything in it, and one of the football players for the junior high, Tommy, made a “boop” noise.
Why didn’t I read that name, you might ask?
Because it was mine.
In February, I asked for his forgiveness for being such a dick to him all the time, and he accepted. For some reason, though, he forgot I had ever seen that he liked me, and he didn’t even act awkward with me. He just talked to me.
I got more out of his friendship than I ever could with anyone else.
Then, his feelings for me were obvious. He playfully touched my shoulder to laugh sometimes, always leaned on me when we sat together, and always sweat when he was near me. Weird thing was, I didn’t even mind. I might’ve… loved him? I don’t know.
Just, every single time I see him, I’m ridden with guilt.
My teammates and other popular kids wondered why I hung out with the “fag.” Rather than telling the truth, I’d say that I was just pretending, that I was just gonna blackmail him later - stupid shit like that.
I don’t know how I feel. Do I love him?
Do I not?
Does he still like me?
After ranting to myself, I realized I had fallen asleep, and the bus was right outside! I ran downstairs, waving it on - I could walk to school, anyways. Everything started to come back to me, and I ran back upstairs to collect a rather frazzled-looking Owen. I must’ve dropped him when I jumped up!
“Oh, sorry, Owen! You alright?” I asked.
“Yeah, yeah,” he shook his head, blushing, “I just, uh, need clothes.”
I facepalmed. Where would I get tiny clothes? He was half a doll’s size, so I couldn’t give him Barbie crap… Unless I cut them in half…
“Eh, what the hell. It’s not like I’m gonna be seen by anyone else,” Owen shrugged as I stopped by the Barbie store at the mall before school.
“Um, actually, I think you still have to go,” I grimaced, and Owen started laughing!
“You’re friggin’ hilarious, man,” I heard him giggle from my pocket, “Me goin’ to school like this?”
“I mean, I could just take you home,” I suggested, and his eyes turned dark.
“NO,” he stated and fell silent (so did I, as I did not want to pursue the subject).
Following the trip to the store, I was able to fit Owen into some clothes, accidentally making his glittery pink torso into a crop-top, but he seemed to like it, so I guess it worked out for the best? He refused to stand in my palm, though, taking the pocket instead. This kid has some serious trust issues.
“Ugh, these khakis are so itchy,” the little one complained, tugging at his legs.
“Oh my God,” I giggled, “Stop making me laugh, dude.”
“Why’re you laughing?” he inquired, head tilting like a puppy’s.
“You’re, like, really cute when you’re this size, y’know?” I admitted, thinking that he’d be cute any size, “Like, can I try something?”
“L-Like what?” he was getting so flustered, literally hiding his head in his new clothes.
“Like this-”
I scooped him up gently from my pocket, giving a detailed look into his face. Every wisp of his ruffled hair, every dimple in his squishy cheeks, every line in his bright blue iris, every thing. I felt myself moving toward him, lips perched, and…
I stopped. Tears were welling up in my eyes - I didn’t deserve him. Me, the bully, getting something as special as Owen? After all that I’d done?
“I-I’m sorry,” I sobbed, placing him back in my pocket, “I didn’t mean t-”
“Mike, I, uh…” Owen began, “I kinda was looking forward to it.”
I ignored him for the rest of the day, keeping him in my locker for safety.
