#((and are gonna be SO struck by how much they look alike that they're gonna be SO stoked))

[theheadlessgroom]

@beatingheart-bride

If Randall had any regrets about leaving New Orleans, it was that he wouldn't be able to see the expressions on the faces of not only Minnie, but all of his coworkers, when they arrived the following morning and realized that their star employee/favorite punchline wouldn't be coming in to work that day (or any day after) and had instead left for them what Dorian had playfully termed a "nasty-gram". It gave no hints as to where he was going, of course (tempting as it was to lord his new marriage was over them all, he wasn't going to put them all in danger just to be petty), but it did call them all out for their unpleasantness, how miserable he was working for Minnie, and how happy he was that he would never see any of them ever again.

"I hope I will be," he replied with a small smile. "I don't ever want to be like her, or any of my coworkers. I can only hope that I'll be able to make a better workplace than any of them made, working with them...I hope to make the sort of workplace I would've liked to have worked at."

A place where his employees didn't tense up whenever he came in. A place where he and them all gathered around to gossip cruelly about someone else. A place where everyone felt comfortable, without being pressured to stay up all hours of the night to get their work done, their energy the next day be damned. A place where no customer would be allowed to treat his employees like dirt and get away with it. Yes, that sounded nice to him, it sounded very, very nice...

[c-u-c-koo-4-40k]

Cato Sicarius...needs a reality check

Inspired by the recent "Bullied by Cato" writings.

But I'm gonna have some different kind of fun with this.

Tw: A Slap, Yelling, Cato being an ass but also getting his ass chewed. Angst but the interpersonal kind.

@kit-williams @barn-anon @sleepyfan-blog @egrets-not-regrets @bleedingichorhearts @bispecsual

SMACK!

The loud impact was followed by stunned silence, as the gathered company of Ultramarines could not believe their eyes.

Cato Sicarius, decorated veteran of the Ultramarines, scourge of chaos and Tyranid alike, had just been Slapped.

Struck across the face like a common mouthy brat, by the Terran diplomat they'd been charged with overseeing.

Once again like many other times Lord Sicarius had made some snide remark about how Bothersome it was to escort a non combatant who's only duty and use was their mouth.

Seems this time the diplomat was Not leaving their response at a hurt look or a mild displeased scowl. The latter had been appearing more lately.

The blow clearly hadn't done any true damage, but their 2nd Captain was still utterly taken aback, but that shock was clearly the prelude to a bubbling offended rage.

Surprisingly the Diplomat did not flinch, as Cato refixed his wide angry gaze on them.

"How-Dare-you-"

"How dare I!? How - Dare - I?I"

Well that was unexpected. But the Diplomat did not lose any steam.

"You've been deriding me the Entire time I've been here and YOU have the GALLto act offended when I've Finally had ENOUGH!?"

But before Cato could retort the floodgates openned.

"I don't know if you've noticed Captain, but we are in the middle of a War!"

"Humanity is tumbling towards the darkness, and YOU have the nerve, the Shitting Tumerity, to make My life harder, as the imperium is Scrambling to hold itself together!!"

Cato may have been shocked, but at that he did scoff. "You speak as if the imperium is on the brink of collapse. It's not as if any of our subordinate worlds need your flowery language and fanfare. They know the consequentces for disobedience, as should you..." He glared down at the mortal. "If father had any sense, he'd have cracked down on insolents like you-"

The diplomat cut him off with a humorless laugh of disbelief. "OH! OH ho Ho! And you know SO MUCH OH SO MUCH Lord Sicarius. Perhaps I should tell Lord Gulliman how much more Sense You think you have over your own Primarch!"

"I- I would never!" Cato felt an angry blush erupts over his face at the mere thought of challenging his genesire, followed by a cold dread thrumming in the background.

"Oh but please go On! Tell me how you'd divert soldiers and resources to quell a rebellion that occurred because You stuck your damn foot in your mouth. About how the disruption in our supply chain could inspire further disobedience and Cripple our front lines!"

Cato did take pause, he...hadn't thought about that.

The diplomat continued.

"And even if we could force a world back into compliance, we'd have struggles with rebuilding, Further diverting resources that are currently keeping Your brothers and Cousins from Dying!"

They paused for only a breath.

"Lord Guilliman, and diplomats like me, are struggling Every day, to keep the Imperium from falling apart at the seams! And Yet You! Seem to think that the only thing that matters is your stupid pride!"

That seemed to knock Cato from his shock. "Y-You know Nothing!" He shouted back. "You know nothing of what I've lost! What my brothers have gone through!"

"AND YOU THINK WE HAVE NOT LOST ANYONE!"

Cato again found himself stopped, stunned by the burning rage in the diplomats eyes, excentuated by the budding tears.

"Do you even Know how many of the guard give their lives Everyday! But I guess because they're just baseline humans they're not as Important, as your precious Bloody fellow space marines! When will you wake up and realize THIS ISN'T JUST ABOUT YOU!"

"Without agriworlds, there is no nutrient paste nor rations!

Without the forge worlds, your brothers have no armor nor weapons!

Without humanity, there are No NEOPHYTES!

YOU would not exist! If not for the imperium of mankind!"

They fought through tears and heaving breathes, but they did not stop.

"WE ARE ALL FIGHTING TO SAVE HUMANITY! AND YOU SEEM TO THINK WASTING ENERGY HATING ME IS A VALUABLE USE OF YOUR TIME! WHAT DID I EVER EVEN DO TO YOU!?

...

"What...what did I do wrong..." For the first time in this encounter, their voice became small...subdued...

...broken...

That cold dread he'd felt before warped into a different discomfort. But before he could understand or act the diplomat turned from him.

He wanted them to turn back.

They strode quickly, with tears still running down their face.

He wanted to wipe them away.

They made for the exit, only to stop just before leaving.

His hope of them not going was dashed as they spoke their final words. Moderate in volume, but painfully short.

"Stick to beheading Tyranids and traitors Captain Sicarius, and leave the talk of diplomacy to for those who Actually understand what we're fighting for."

With that, they vanished down the hallway, leaving a group of Ultramar's finest standing awkwardly in the meeting room. And one of them feeling like the dirt beneath a writhing Tyranid grub.

Well...shit....

[denimbex1986]

'Saving Kylie Minogue from a bridge was not in Colum Sanson-Regan's plans when he turned up as a Doctor Who extra.

But David Tennant was not around, so someone had to do it, and producers thought Colum looked like the doctor.

"I've saved Kylie, flown the Tardis, held the screwdriver and had Billie Piper look deep into my eyes and tell me how much she loved me," joked Colum.

"I asked the producer 'Why am I putting on the doctor's suit? They replied 'Well, David Tennant isn't in'.

Now a father of two, Colum was earning some extra cash before his first child was born.

"I didn't know what was going on," recalled Colum of when he arrived on the set but was ushered past the "cold bus" where the extras usually hang around and was shown to a posh trailer.

The 10th Doctor had to leave the set for the 2007 Christmas special Voyage of the Damned, and producers needed a Tennant-alike for some extra shots showing his back.

So they improvised and Colum, then 31, stepped in to the suit synonymous with the Doctor since the world's longest running sci-fi TV show rebooted on the BBC in 2005.

Colum, now 46, had been asked by producers to be on set early but he had no inkling that his time (lord) had come.

"All of a sudden I was standing with the suit there, and I was handed a script and told 'You're gonna need this'," recalled Colum. "I was thinking pinch me, what's going on?

"Then I went for a haircut and a little Australian lady passed me dressed in a French maid outfit and said hello. I did a double take and realised I was there with Kylie Minogue."

The Australian singer and actor was a Doctor Who superfan and had asked for a part, which was humanoid waitress Astrid Peth, a one-off companion of the doctor.

"I was a bit star struck, for sure," he admitted.

His first work in Voyage of the Damned - where a starship replica of the Titanic is on collision course with Earth - was an action-packed scene where killer robot angels launched a deadly attack.

"There was a bridge, and the killer robot angels were trying to shoot, so I had to stop Kylie from falling over," recalled Colum.

"I had to hang on to her and pull her back from a precipice. That was the first thing I had to do in the morning."

The author and musician had a gig with his band that weekend in Leicester. As Kylie almost sang, he couldn't get it out of his head that he had worked with her - and we should all be so lucky.

"We got in the car and I said to my bandmates, guess who I've been working with this week?" said Colum, who lives near Cardiff.

"We'd been driving for almost two hours and had nearly hit Birmingham and they still hadn't guessed. I had to tell them! They're like 'absolutely no way'. It was so bizarre."

To Colum's pleasant surprise, producers were so happy with his work and lookalike skills, they asked him to play the Doctor again in the 2008 episode Journey's End - this time as his clone in the final episode of the fourth series.

That meant he had to be in the same scenes with Tennant, Billie Piper, John Barrowman and Catherine Tate, making her final appearance as a regular.

"I got to fly the Tardis in Journey's End," recalled Colum, who is originally from the Republic of Ireland.

"Everybody was gathered around the central console of the Tardis. We all had to have our hands on the machine and flying controls. Everybody was on that episode. There was a real buzz.

"I got to hold the screwdriver - they were very protective and kept taking it off me."

Colum was then involved in an emotional scene where Rose Tyler, played by Piper, had to say her final goodbyes to the doctor.

"It was an amazing and surreal experience.

"The nicest thing I have to take away was getting to work near David Tennant. I loved it. He was a thoroughly lovely, lovely guy and so professional. I think that was my favourite thing about the whole crazy time."

This weekend sees Tennant and Tate back together for Doctor Who, reprising their roles as the Doctor and Donna Noble in The Star Beast on BBC One on Saturday evening - but Colum will be back on his sofa with his family at home.

Husband to Kerry, singer and guitarist of band Goose, a creative writing lecturer and author of books like The Fly Guy, The Tall Owl and Other Stories, Colum has limited time for more extra work - especially after having his own trailer as the doctor's double.

"I'm looking forward to the show on Saturday with the return of some fantastic actors," added Colum.

"As a fan, working on the show was incredible and it's only strengthened my love for Doctor Who."'

[ewwhothefuckiski]

Unsaid Emily

Summary: In which Luke lets you slip away because of his pride. He soon comes to regret his decisions and has a special surprise for you when you come back home for Christmas.

A/N: Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! Play the song below when told💕

DISCLAIMER: EMILY IS NOT LUKE'S MOM IN THIS FIC!!!!! EMILY WILL BE THE READER (YOU)

Alive!Luke × Reader

×××

Luke will never forget the look on your face when he walked out of the door that day. You were completely and utterly heartbroken.

Carrie had sent him pictures of you and Nick together and lashed out. He didn't let you explain, he was too proud. Even if his heart split in two as you cried, begging him not to do this, he turned his head and left.

The moment he stepped out the door, was the moment he regretted his decisions.

When he finally came to his senses a few days later, it was too late. You had left for your flight- the flight he was supposed to be on with you- to start the rest of your life without him.

Everyday you were gone, he spent pouring his heart into his song book. He was letting his feelings out for the first time in his life, and it was all for you.

Your mom called Luke on Christmas Eve, knowing how heartbroken he really was. She personally loved Luke, he was like a son to her.

She told Luke the best news he's ever heard, you were coming home for Christmas.

Luke was frantically rushing to make calls, calling Alex and Reggie for an extreme favor, and they obliged without any hesitation. They were going to help Luke win you back.

×××

When you arrived home, it was late in the night. You had barely made it on Christmas Eve, Christmas being only a few minutes away. The house was completely dark.

"Mom?" You called, flipping on a light switch.

You gasped as you seen Luke and the band in your living room, instruments in hand. Luke slowly began strumming his guitar, and singing softly to you. {PLAY SONG NOW}

"First things first

We start the scene in reverse

All of the lines rehearsed

Disappeared from my mind

When things got loud

One of us running out

I should've turned around

But I had too much pride

No time for goodbyes

Didn't get to apologize

Pieces of a clock that lies broken

If I could take us back, if I could just do that

And write in every empty space the words "I love you" in replace

Then maybe time would not erase me

If you could only know I'd never let you go

And the words I most regret are the ones I never meant to leave

Unsaid Emily

Silent days, mysteries and mistakes

Who'd be the first to break?

Guess we're alike that way

He said, she said

Conversations in my head

And that's just where they're gonna stay forever

If I could take us back, if I could just do that

And write in every empty space the words "I love you" in replace

Then maybe time would not erase me

If you could only know I'd never let you go

And the words I most regret are the ones I never meant to leave

Unsaid Emily

If I could take us back, if I could just do that

And write in every empty space the words "I love you" in replace

Then maybe time would not erase me

If you could only know I'd never let you go

And the words I most regret are the ones I never meant to leave

Unsaid Emily."

Luke finished with a soft strum, tears falling freely down his face.

You had been crying for a while now, your emotions overwhelming you.

You didn't have time to think before your feet carried you to Luke, and you were in his arms.

"I love you, so much." He whispered into your hair, holding you close to his body. "Please forgive me."

"I forgive you." You whispered, holding him flush against you.

The clock struck 12 behind you.

"Merry Christmas my love." Luke whispered.

You looked up at him, feeling your love for the boy swell in your chest. You stood on your tippy toes, kissing him softly.

"Merry Christmas Luke."

[trashiewrites]

The Clueless Bachelor and Bachelorette

(Bruno Bucciarati x Reader)

An: hey everyone, I know this is very different content then CoD but I do want to extend my reaches to other fandoms! I'll still be writing CoD but I'll also reach to maybe other games and anime. I hope yal all enjoy my first published Jojo Fic.

There a lot of responsibility when being a Capo for Passione. Taking orders from the boss, controlling a specific area. The last thing Bruno expected when to deal with constant female attention.

Ahh yes, at the prime age of 20. Perfect age for once to start looking for a partner. Undoubtedly, upon the bachelor's list was his truly, Bucciarati. He really couldn't deny that he's attractive but to say he comes with perks was an understatement. If one was to look at the list it would be quite easy to see that.

Walking down the busy streets of Naples with Girno was even a chore. Next thing a group of young women will be walking down the street "Bucciarati!" To look over at a groupie and see the one that (in his opinion) wasn't very attractive waving at him. He wishes he could ignore all of it, but he has a reputation to keep.

"Girls really have been after you huh Bucciarati?" Bruno look back to the newbie, his brow frowned in the slightest hint of annoyance.

"Tell me about it Giorno... I don't know what happened but I've been getting called at by women all the time now." In the distance again, hearing his name be called. This time he wasn't even bothered to look, he just waved. "I mean at first the attention was nice but I can barely go outside without a woman trying to seduce me."

"I feel that, the curse of being pretty I guess..." Giorno shrugged, Bruno could only sigh. "Let's head back to the others, at least give you a break from outside."

"That sounds like a splendid idea."

As the two walked in the the cafe the gang usually hangs, they enter to see the three huddled. Huddled against a magazine. "Wow, they really have a lot to say about Bucciarati!" Narancia moved his head closer to the book.

"Hey watch it! I'm trying to read too!" Mista pushed Narancia's head away.

"What are you all reading?"

"Oh hey, boss?" Mista closes the magazine and pulls it behind him.

"Mista! What the hell! I was reading it!" Narancia pulled on Mista's arm, getting up and personal.

"Like hell you are! You probably can barely read dumbass!" Abbacchio sighed as the two were two seconds away to pulling out the stands.

"To answer you Bucciarati, they're reading that new Local Bachelors and Bachelorette magazine."

"And I'm in it?" Bruno whispered to himself, "hand it over you two!" Mista seemed hesitant, it couldn't be that bad right? "Now, Mista" sticky fingers began to appear from over Bucciarati's shoulder. He shoved it into Bruno's hands and stormed off elsewhere. Bruno felt bad but was too intrigued by this magazine mystery to pursue it.

He gently flipped to the pages to reach the number 1 bachelor and "This is worse then I thought..." Giorno peered in, looking from the side. He noticed how much was written exactly. And well the pics were certainly something.

"Bucciarati, do you remember taking those photos? How did they get ahold of them?" The be frank, Bruno was busy reading the almost a thirst essay about himself to even notice the picture.

Giving the pictures a glance he was surprised he recognized them.

"I remember these..."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sunlight shined softly down the busy Italian streets. Tourist and locals alike enjoying the beauty of the day. Bucciarati took a sip from his glass, "nothing better then a cold glass of wine on a day like this. " he would get the occasional hello from locals he knew as well as glances by curious tourists.

One person, in particular, came up to him. A young women, maybe around her late 20's with a camera around her neck. "Signore, if I may ask. May I take a few photos of you? I'm an artist and I often take pictures of things that inspire me!" To any human being the request would be rather offputting. Indeed it was, at least to Bruno. But a normal person would also decline the offer. Bucciarati didn't see the harm of a few photos, if anything he'd call himself quite photogenic despite his semi-cold demeanor. Plus to deprive an artist of inspiration didn't sit right with him; so he agreed.

~~~~~~~~~

"That artist lied... or she sold my pictures. Either or isn't good, but damn..." Bruno skimmed through the pages. Person after person, some of them he even knew. He stopped on one page and well maybe call it fate but it was the page of the number 1 Bachelorette. Giorno auditable gasped as the sight.

"She's very beautiful... I see why they placed so highly..." Mista and Narancia came from the other side taking peaks.

"Yo, you're right Giorno! She is really beautiful. Father owns a successful flower shop too!" Narancia's cheeks turned slightly red. Mista closed his eyes, humming to himself as if he was fantasizing about something.

"Girl has looks, money, and property. She's a guy's dream girl honestly!" Bruno slammed the magazine closed, proceeding to roll it up. Then uses Sticky Fingers to smack him to the ground. "HEY! WHAT WAS THAT FOR!?"

"How dare you think like that Mista. Loving someone for their 'perks'..." Bucciarati stared down upon Mista, disappointment, and guilt filling Mista's soul.

Bruno just took the magazine and left. He needed time to make sense of all of it... "geeze Mista... nice to know who you really are!" Giorno snickered as he took a seat at a near by table.

"Guys, I wasn't talking of myself!!! Come on, I would never!"

~~~~~

Bruno wondered the town, just processing it all. All this attention wasn't out of the kindness of people's hearts. It was some lousy list that said he had perks... To now have to wonder if he was being used was a terrifying thought.

"Please, let me go... I don't want this at all!" Bruno was returning to reality. Overhearing 2 people talking in the alleyways.

"Oh come on beautiful, I've got a lot to offer!"

"I'm sure you do, but I am not wanting a relationship! Please for away! I don't even know you!" Her hands try to wiggle free but she was what Bruno could assume was pinned.

"Look missy, think about your answer real carefully. If you don't date me ill-"

"You'll what?" Bruno stood firmly at the alley entrance. The man turned to see him, catching a glimpse of the girl as well. (H/c) hair laced with small flowers, (s/t) skin, as well of (e/c) eyes.

"Its none of your business buddy! So how about you leave me and my girlfriend alone!" Bruno continued to walk closer, his expression as blank as he could manage. "H-Hey! I said stay back!"

"You know I find it amusing when scum like you exist in this world. The least you can do is accept the girl has no feelings for you."

"Like you know shit pal!"

"I heard it all, the entire conversation. As well, the fear upon her face right now speaks wonders." Bruno's steps were heavy, each one making a distinct clack.

"I said stay back you bastard!!" He dragged the poor girl by the hair restraining her arms. Sliding a knife from his own pocket, placing it above her throat.

"Sticky Fingers!" The girl closed her eyes as the blue figure hit the man square in the face. Knocking him down the alley. The guy cowards back, confused beyond belief "next time don't try to force yourself upon a harmless girl. Or do I need to beat the lesson into you?"

"No! No no no! I'm sorry I'm sorry! Please spare me!!"

"Then run." The man ran off in a rush, terror riddled his face as the bruises started to solidify. The screams echoed as he ran into the darkness. Bruno turned back the the girl, she stood against the wall paralyzed from fear. "Hey, are you okay? Did he hurt you?" She shook her head. Taking a good look the most harm was some scratches and maybe a few bruises, nothing life-threatening. Bruno tilted his head, she looked familiar.

"Uh.. mister, thank you for your help. I was really scared that guy was gonna hurt me." She clutched to her basket filled with different flowers. She picked out a small white lily from the batch, extending it to him. "Men back and forth have been cat-calling me all day. It's quite overwhelming." Her smile showed a sparkle of pure innocence. Bruno clutched his first, glancing at the magazine he held. It struck him, it was her, the flower shop's daughter.

"I believe I can show you why this is happening. Come with me and we can tend your wounds as well." The girl looked up in admiration. A shy smile as well as heated cheeks. She took his hand as a quiet acceptance. "Pardon my manners, I'm Bruno Bucciarati. It's my pleasure miss?"

"(L/n), (y/n) (l/n). I owe you my life, Signore."

AN: I might make a part 2... not sure

[summoner-chan]

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Hey everyone! Here's to what you've been waiting for, The Great Calamity piece that you've been waiting for!! (≧▽≦)✨✨ I had a lot of motivation to do it so hence I completely placed my focus into it to the point of not posting anything so I'm terribly sorry for that!! ｡:ﾟ(;´∩`;)ﾟ:｡ But now it's finished so let's get into the post, shall we!⭐

I made this piece because MC doesn't have a 5⭐ variant yet in game so I went ahead and did a 5⭐ variant unit of MC! Though this is more like a corrupted or evil 5⭐ variant of MC since I established something for my version of MC (´-﹏-`；)

Since Loops are caused by MC's death and that each Loops are respectively different in their own ways, I established that there is also countless of Loops where MC is a cruel and malicious person, where they had inflicted pain to many in-game characters before getting killed and having another Loop ascending, thus I had named that MC to be Malice!

Another series of Loops I've established is where MC feared for their life as they were continuously struck down by their friends and foes alike as they now are forced to re-live another painful Loop thus this MC of this series is named Misery!

So both Malice and Misery are corrupting the present MC's mind (Final Loop/Hero) just like how Yog Sothoth corrupted Shiro in the CHP 7 Genociders Prelude in this 5⭐ variant! ԅ( ͒ ۝ ͒ )ᕤ I think I rambled on a bit too much on the this weird Loop MC thing so I'll save it for another post (・–・;)ゞ

Here are the memories that were one of the main focuses I wanted to have in the piece, showing different outcomes of Loops of where Summoner-chan was beaten to death in contrast to Summoner-chan beating someone to death and Summoner-chan stabbed in the left side of her chest in contrast to Summoner-chan plotting to stab someone in the chest! Anything that Malice does to someone in her loop, Misery will face the same treatment given to the said person so the balance of experiencing pain and giving pain is equal (◖⚆ᴥ⚆◗)💦💦 I'm still inexperienced in drawing injuries so I'm heavily apologize if any of these looked really messy and awkward (╯︵╰,)💦💦

I saved some of these since I placed a lot of details especially the hair- so here are some of them! I really like how I did the flow of direction and the lining of hair so I just had to include it in!! And also because the hair was the one that time consuming-

Another would be the face details and colouring! I thought of going pure blue for the left eye (the pentagram iris) but decided against it because blue was already used by Dragonborn! MC and wanted to have more of a corrupted colour, red was a choice but it was too an overrated colour used for corruption so I went ahead and used green! (I think green, red, purple and black are mostly associated with corruption??)

Though just colouring it pure green seemed...basic ( ͡°ᴥ ͡° ʋ) so I just amped it even more by making the sclera black with some green veins and made the iris blue while having a green inner to it according to a friend's suggestion (you know who you are uwu❤️)

I have a lot of things that I'm planning to post like a redraw of Mephistopheles's sprite into Lil Salomon (WIP), a portrait of Mephistopheles (WIP), Summoner-chan's Yukata sprites (Finished), small doodles (WIP) and another 5⭐ Variant or maybe even 6⭐ Variant for MC! (Because MC is the MC so I know they're gonna be extra with it-)

Anyways I hope that you guys enjoyed what I had in stock!! I really loved it and so I hope that you guys too!! It's 31 December for me at my place so it's only a few more hours before it strikes midnight, signaling the end of 2020 and the beginning of 2021 so I'm wishing everyone a Happy New Year and that next year would be even better than this year!! Love all of you, Summoner-chan, signing off!✨

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Can you write Carrie White x Female Reader, where they're both outcasts and when Carrie gets her period in the showers after PE lesson, reader notices it and tries to help Carrie? (I'm so sympathizing with her, she didn't deserved what those b*tches did to her)

The 2002 tv movie version of Carrie was the first horror movie I sought out on my own because the commercials struck a chord with me and I was only eleven at the time. So I have a soft spot for her. When I read the book, I cried my eyes out. But of course, this fic applies to any and all versions of her. It can be read as platonic or not.

There were some outcasts who didn’t even have other outcasts to lean on. Carrie White was one. You were another. In a few ways, the two of you were alike. Both of you had single mothers that were seen as different from the other mothers of Chamberlain, both of you didn’t dress like the other girls and the both of you didn’t behave ‘right’. Though in your case, you acted ‘wrong’ intentionally, as your own way of pushing back. But you had an older brother who looked out for you and your mother loved the two of you so much that it made up for your deadbeat dads. You wore oversized t-shirts and jeans, often with heavy boots. You didn’t wear makeup and sometimes didn’t even brush your hair before going to school. There was a stud in your nose, small and silver.

That fateful day, you had showered quickly and dressed with lightning speed. So when you heard the yelling in the showers, you were already dressed. And you probably should have kept on walking, kept your head down. But when two other girls rushed by you, giggling about Carrie White, you dropped your bag and headed for the showers.

The girls were yelling at her, PLUG IT UP PLUG IT UP PLUG IT UP, and throwing things at her. You pushed your way to the front of the group and saw the blood mixing in with the water. “What the hell is wrong with you cunts? Can’t see you she’s scared?” you screamed, trying to shield Carrie with your body. You turned your attention to her, trying to calm her down. “Carrie, sweetie, you’re okay, you’re okay, it’s okay. This is normal. You’re gonna be fine, I promise.” It doesn’t matter that you’re getting soaked. You stay there with her until Miss. Desjardin comes and forces you away, but you linger nearby, following her until you can’t.

Your wet clothes help you decide to skip the rest of the day, to dry off on this sunny day. As you sit in the sunlight a block away from school, you see Carrie White and walk over. You call out her name and run over, still damp.

“You okay, Carrie?” you ask, falling in step with her. She doesn’t answer, looking at you warily. Carrie doesn’t know how to answer. You’ve never been mean to her. The most interaction the two of you have had was today, when you had held her in the showers and when you had screamed, it had been at the other girls. Not at her.

But you persist. “I’m not messing with you, Carrie. Are you okay?” This time, she shakes her head, slowly. “Do you want to come over to my house? We got cable and plenty of snacks. Which always helps me when I’ve got mine.” You know about her mom, the whole town does. And that gives you a bad feeling about Carrie going home right away. She doesn’t need that crap. What she needs right now is a friend.

Your status as a fellow outcast is why Carrie accepts your invitation. You have nothing to gain from tricking her. She knows you don’t care about the others and for a long time, she’s assumed that you were a hedonist of some sort. But that isn’t what you are. 

The two of you watch game shows and eat junk food for a while, stopping the latter before either of you can spoil your dinner. As the two of you watch Family Feud, Carrie tries to guess the answers and it’s the first time you’ve ever seen her smile. Your mom comes home and invites Carrie to stay for dinner, which she declines. You walk her home and tell her that if she ever needs a place to go, she can come to your place. The two of you start spending time together, freaks united. When she’s asked to Prom, you are wary for her, but after you find out it’s genuine, your heart is so full of joy it hurts

On the night of the Prom, Carrie remembers your words as her mother’s voice rings in her head. She runs from the stage, Tommy Ross following, narrowly missing the bucket hitting his head. Carrie makes it to the parking lot before she stops and Tommy catches up. Your words, all of them, have calmed Carrie down enough to be able to hear him and realize he’s angry for her, not at her. So she accepts the ride to your house and when you see her, you just give her a hug and stroke her hair as she cries into your shoulder. Tommy calls Sue from your house and you lend Carrie some of your clothes after she cleans up. 

The four of you spend Prom Night watching TV in your living room. The only destruction is the snack cabinet being emptied out by four hungry teenagers.