#anyway maybe ill clean the script up one of these days idk

[quinn-pop]

mtdd week day 6 - flustered

just a post romk scene

in all these years you’ve never…

[queencryo]

@silly-go-round is asleep right now.

i guess i should make a journal for the past few days. as good a time as any. as AMY. heh. cuz shes super good and amazing. heh.

uh...... lessee.... for the two days after the last journal i just. hung out at the house while silly worked. i managed to not keep her in bed and make her late the second day. hung out a lot, watched more adventure time, worked on my tumblr filter script (lie. i judt ran it on my main. 200 posts / day is a bitchhhh) , played a good amount of ds3 (to pointof tetris effect at a couple points the nexg few days)

also did some like. helpful tasks. washed some dishes (undone quicklu, but. eh). not enough, mot as much as i shouldve, but... i tried i guess.

alao we've like. said the same thing at the dame time a Lot while ive been here and its like. nice. its really nice. same wavelength! i feel so close go her.

oh! alxo night before last we went grocery shoping. got food for prolly enoygh for the two weeks, but i guess we'll see. also a cheesecake! it was.... echausting. hily fuck it was exhaysting. jesus. the store was big and it took like 3 hours and $200 to get everything but. we did itttt.

we both mentionef that like. it felt nice to like. have a full fridge 2gether. cuz. it feels like were gonna have a futjre togetjer? u know. like that is. i love her a lot and it feels good for this to feel like a home for a little while. we hope that it can be so in tbe future.

so YESTERDAY she finally FINALLY taught me how to play magic the gathering. it was. a long time coming. but she brought me into the store and like. sat me down w some regulars and had me play commander. i played moooostly her snake deck, so like.that was fun!! i kept talki g about how i woulda gotten lorescale Coatl up to 39/39 and flying, had i like. gotten q more turn. but on that game D was running a mill deck that was. extremely long to play (that game took like ~>2 hours ugh), and was very bery annoying, so i didnt get to actually do that.

but it was fun! part of me wants to blog everything, but i dont think i will.

im glad to be able to use silly's decks, bc i dont think i want to make my own. im considering making a cheap angel deck or smth, but we'll see if yhat actually ends up happening.

i also met her girlfriend Iz, who is sweet. i played magic w her fkr a while, which was fun! she was runni g an annoying mono black deck (i kkow all these... these Terms and Words now, its incredible...)

shes sweet and i think i like her. dunno if enough to date yet (which makes me Partially regret flirting w her so much in the groupchat but. hey)

talked w her some, mostly about magic, hung out while silly closed the store, pet her cat, silly discovered that cyddling w TWO girlfriends is very nice (not rhat id know ;;;;;;;), was good times. i dont think im as comfy w izzy physically yet as i may have implied in messages, which hopefully wull be rectified by the message i just sent her (my initial physical comfort with people varies, it depends very much on the person)

skip forward, me and silly make a pizza at home cuz were fuckin tired, she admonishes me for not eating for uh... like 11 hours or smth (that mornings bagel was VERY good tho omg), but adderall, so like... meh.

uh... i dont think anything else on yesterday...

today! we waaamted to go to the store at like. 2. but in actuality got there at like! 330.

i went back to sleep cuz im a losenerd, and she. made this breakfast casserole thing. which hse put into a bagel abd brought to me bc i guess shes the best person on the entire earth oh my GOD. jesus

skip... apparently she knows maximum the hormone and doesnt like them very much... fair fair. (cause for xeath)

came to the store agai. tofay. it was fun and good. iz didnt come in today, do played some more with regulars. played w what is apparently called a blink deck, which revolvea arounf exiling cards then immediately bringing them back, to capitalize on "when this enters battlefield, do smth" cards. neat!

i DID actually manage to win today!!! the victory was. literally handed to me, but like. thats fine! i was playing silly's uhhh... elintor the masked? idr her name :( the mask planewalker! deck, which. i had SO much land, most of wh8ch was enchanfed. meaning it could be tapped then untapped w eljntor's thing, then tapped again for DOUBLE MANA. i mean. i had like 9/turn even b4 that but. BUT. i also had. i think i drew 3 creatures total. bit anyway. i had the white card that gave me a life whenever a creature was put on tge board (and also, w another enchantment, made all non-me creagurss and enchantments enter the board tapped, so. nya). so... rob had a card what dealt one damGe to all other players whenevr he puta. creature on the board. then he played united forces, which lets each player commit X mana to create X 1/1 soldier tokens on all players' boards. so. we made 28 white soldier tokens on everyones board. this killed perry, ans gave me, uh. 56 life (84 - 28). i then attacked ron for 28 w the soldiers, and drew sacred mesa, which lets me sacrifice 2 mana (1 any color, 1 white, but i had so many cards that said "this land can instead be tapped for 2 of any color, so like. ueah) to create a 1/1 flying pegasus token. so i. ended the game w 44 white 1/1 tokens. goblins get fucked.attack w my ssoldiers cuz his were tapped, so brought him down to 7 life. i didng catch what he did w the enchantment, but i think he said he like. put a copy of every creature on my side of the board onto his board, and then. cipying that enchantment 3 times. so. holy FUCK. wow. BUT those all came in tapped and i had 18 flying yokens, so. i still won! yay!!!! i won a game of magic!!!!!

goblin decks scare me. stop running krenko you fucks. exponential goblins goddamn

silly would come by every so often and like. look over my dhoulder and say "oh that was dumb whyd u use fabricate for thay" which is fair. but also god i love her. (i used fabricate for a mana generator insteaf of lightning greaves. whateverrrr) i love her so much dear god. i wish i coukd help w the store more, but. on the same time i also. dont enjoy working. so. maybe part time.

hm. what ekse. oh yeah i kove her so much.

by the end of the night it was just. me and her, rob and the two regulars i started out llaying w yestwrday. theyre sweet, i like them. theyre married. the dude calls me honey smtimes, which is. kinda weird? dunno how i feel about that. i guess fine. its gender-nice, but still a lil uncomfy. otherwise i like em fien, though. but they talked abouy moving into sillys apt. so thats cool!! better than her current (awful, terrible, lazy / horrifically depressed / manchild roomate, who doesnt clean ever) roomate. i was reading the monster of the week gamebook thruout, which i... bought, for some reason. idk. oh also i wanna make a fallen angel divine, because im... predictableeee. also a conspiracy thworist whos just a trans woman w way too much time and really weird hobbies (throwing knices, butterfly knife, net friends, etc). also a spooky. i speny like. 3 hours reading thr7 the monster of the week book while ppl played magic around me. i kinda wish i hadnt bought it, but hey! its neat c:

oh, also i didnt take adderall today. i dont think it went toooo bad, i think i like. was meaner and less thohghtful with what i said, but like. i guess thats better than feared. i took a caffeine pill (200mg) at ariund 10 which is. prolly why im wide awake right now. i regret doing that, sincr from what shes said tmos gonna be big)

she says we gotta be at her moms by 4, for reasons she WONT TELL ME. bit she says its part of one of her plans, i ASSUME the romantic one? im kind of afraid that ill like. no-sell it unwillingly because im abroke and soulless human being, but uh. i guess rhats thw risks we take to be alive :shrug: im excited. were also going to a shop (diff one) tmo, which im Quite excited for, as ive only been in similar shops by accident before. also doing laundry!!! which is important ^_^

oh ysah. so we got white castle on the way home. its. yeah she was r8ght. mediocre-at-best sliders. onions are bad.

we also made a pizza. whifh i ate most of. i overate. sob.

she fell asleep halfway thry an episode of nailed it. cant blame her, she seemed really tired. i hipe i dont disturb her rwst. and i feel so utterly blessed thay i can be around her.

ih!! i also fell down the last few staies ywstersay. bruised my arms, but otherwise fine. it was. idk, it is nice to knoe that others worry fir me and like me. she was very concerned. i love her.

[bibliosexxual]

(s)he

This is that fic I was talking about the other day, the one I wasn’t sure I wanted to post. I ended up writing TWO similar but distinct fics (different POV, different ending) based on the premise of this fic because I just kept tinkering with it, so this is the second version. The first one... idk, maybe I’ll toss it or maybe I’ll post it later for the curious among you.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Sterek high school AU, G, 1.7k words

Stiles thinks Scott is joking at first, mostly because he’s laughing so hard he can barely get the words out. "There's a guy backstage asking for you by name. He's got flowers."

Stiles rolls his eyes and goes back to wiping the lipstick off his mouth. After four performances, he can get in and out of the dress and the wig in no time flat. He can even walk in heels without too much wobbling. But the lipstick? Bane of his existence. It still takes him a good five minutes of careful wiping and rubbing with petroleum jelly, and even then his mouth always has this odd orangish-coral tinge by the time he goes home for the night. By that point he’s usually too frustrated by the whole thing to even begin to bother with cleaning off the mascara.

Thank god this is closing night, and in a minute they can all go out for tacos and Stiles can set to work forgetting about lipstick for the rest of forever.

Scott’s still hovering at the door, anticipatory. "I think he likes you. Like, like-likes."

"Ha ha," Stiles says flatly. He tilts his head to the left and then to the right in front of the mirror, angling his face up into the lights. "Do you think I got it all?"

Scott gives him a careless glance. "Yeah, sure. Looks fine. But no, seriously, the girl who sells the tickets told me he's shown up to every single performance."

Scott isn't joking. He’s laughing at Stiles (and okay, if their positions were reversed, Stiles would totally be laughing at Scott, too), but he isn't joking. Fuck. Not even Stiles' dad has come to every performance. 

And why would he? After you've seen one, you've seen them all. It's not like they change the script between shows.

"Well, who is he?" Stiles doesn't know any guys who would want to give him flowers. All the guys in his social circle are either straight or definitely 100% not into Stiles' weird dorkiness, and anyway, none of them would think the way to Stiles' heart (or his pants) was through a fucking Valentine's Day cliche.

"I don't know! If I knew, don't you think I would have led with that? He's just some guy lurking around asking where you are."

"Well, what does he look like?"

Scott shrugs unhelpfully. "He has black hair, I think? I don't remember what color his eyes are. And… oh! He's wearing a dark grey shirt."

Stiles mimes beating his head against the dressing room wall. "Oh, yeah, that totally narrows it down. Now I know exactly who you're talking about."

“Hey, I never claimed to be Sherlock Holmes, dude. That’s more your thing.”

Which, true.

Scott's smile fades into something more serious. "Listen, if you don't want to talk to him, I'll go tell him you left already. I'll stand guard until I'm sure he's gone."

And okay, Stiles isn't especially keen to go talk to a random stranger, not after a full day of school and the play and the fucking lipstick, and not when it’s going to delay taco night, but... he’s going to do it anyway, duh. He's never been able to walk away from a good mystery.

*

There’s a guy sitting right where Scott said he'd be, on the paisley couch near the back door that always smells weirdly like old-lady perfume. Whoever he is, he has his head down, fiddling with the flowers, which are pink roses. He looks pretty normal. Athletic, kind of tan, probably about Stiles' age. Grey shirt, like Scott said. Black jeans. Black sneakers.

Stiles clears his throat, and the guy looks up. Stiles still doesn't recognize him, but damn. How did Scott manage not to mention the eyebrows? They’re seriously impressive.

"Uh, I'm looking for—" the guy starts to say. Then he pauses, seeming to really look at Stiles for the first time. "—Stiles?"

"Yes?" Stiles says.

Maybe this guy isn't very smart, because he just stares at Stiles for an uncomfortably long time with his mouth slightly open. Stiles' mind starts drifting to the tacos in his near future, and he forcibly corrals it back.

The guy stands up and takes a hesitant step forward. "You're Stiles Stilinski."

"I know?”

“You play Amara in the play.”

Stiles snorts. “Again, man… I know.”

Apparently that’s enough talking for now, because the guy doesn't say anything else, like, oh, who he is or what he wants. He looks... well, kind of embarrassed, really, as his eyes slowly fall from Stiles' face to his Iron Man t-shirt and plaid hoodie and all the way down to his worn red Vans and then back up again to his face. It’s not really an “I’m checking you out” kind of meandering, more like… verifying something. It’s weird.

“What’s your name?” Stiles says. Seems like a good place to start.

“Derek,” the guy says absently. And nothing else.

Stiles decides to get this show on the road, because tacos. "Okay. Word is you were looking for me. What’s up?"

“I was going to—” Derek cuts himself off, tapping the flowers in a nervous beat against his thigh, not meeting Stiles’ eye. A few bruised petals fall to the floor at his feet. “I thought— Never mind. It was stupid.”

Stiles grabs his arm before he can walk off. “Wait, wait. Are the flowers for me?”

“Well… Yes, but�� I thought you were a girl,” Derek says in a rush, then cringes.

Stiles isn’t proud to admit it, but it takes a good ten seconds of them awkwardly staring at each other before it clicks. Stiles’ character in the play is a girl. Derek thought Stiles, the actor, was a girl. Derek was bringing flowers for a girl.

Except, when he’s out of his costume, Stiles is very obviously not a girl.

That’s probably a deal-breaker.

Derek adds, almost more to himself, “At least now I know why my sisters were laughing at me when I told them about you.”

Stiles goes and sits on the couch, elbows on his knees, and after a moment of obvious hesitation, Derek sits down beside him.

“That’s a new one,” Stiles says. “I’m guessing there’s an implied ‘I was going to give you flowers before I knew you were a boy’ to that story?”

Derek shakes his head, though, and holds out the flowers until Stiles takes them, gingerly. Inexplicably, he can feel himself starting to blush. He’s never thought of himself as the kind of guy who liked flowers, but here, now… he kind of does like it.

“You know,” Derek says, “when I saw your name in the playbill, I thought ‘Stiles’ was an odd name for a girl, but…”

“It’s an odd name for anybody, yeah.”

“I thought it sounded quirky and artistic.”

“Ah.”

“Look.” Derek shifts his weight a little, looking intently, seriously, at Stiles. “I got the flowers for you. I thought your acting was great. And—so it turns out you’re a guy, so what. You’re still that person, you’re still Stiles, and I still think you did an incredible job. The flowers are still for you. And—” He takes a deep breath. “—I’m not straight. I like guys, too. Just for the record.”

Stiles raises his eyebrows. “Is that your roundabout way of saying you thought I was hot as a girl and now you still think I’m hot as a guy? I have to warn you, I don’t normally go around in eyeliner.”

Derek’s serious face cracks a little. “That’s okay.”

It hits him then: Derek is still here. Still looking at him like… like that. Like Stiles is interesting. And… he’s kind of waiting for Stiles to give him an answer.

“Okay, well.” Stiles thinks. “I think you're attractive.” Might as well admit it, given the circumstances. Because yeah, Derek is attractive. Unfairly so. So much so that, if Stiles didn’t trust Scott with his life, he might’ve assumed this was some kind of prank, that no one that good-looking could actually be into him. “But I have this bad track record of getting huge, ill-advised crushes on hot people that never pan out. It’s just a lot of pining and it’s not pretty. And I’m probably going to do that to you if we keep hanging out, unless you’re some kind of huge asshole. Although even that might not be that much of a turn-off, to be honest.”

“I definitely like you,” Derek says, all earnestness. “You don’t have to worry about that.”

Stiles laughs a little. “Okay, but. I just mean, you’re hot but I really don't know anything about you, and you don't know anything about me. I don’t get how you can be sure. Like, you don’t know this yet, but I’m kind of weird and clingy, and I can be super annoying. Also, I’ve never dated anyone before, so there’s definitely got to be some kind of learning curve there. For all you know, I could kiss so badly it traumatizes you for life."

“I doubt it,” Derek says, eyes dropping to Stiles’ mouth. He doesn’t look troubled at all.

Stiles clears his throat. Fuck, it’s hot in here, and Derek is staring at him like that, and this is really happening. Okay. “And,” he goes on, as Derek continues to watch him, “what about you? What if I start to like you, only to find out that you, oh, I dunno.” He casts about for something really horrifying. “That you think the Mets suck or something.”

“I don’t think the Mets suck.”

“That’s a start.”

“Well,” Derek smirks, “they kind of suck, but they’re not the worst.”

“Okay, we’re entering dangerous waters here, just FYI.”

Derek snorts. “Okay, new subject. Will you go out with me?”

Stiles’ phone buzzes—of all moments, while Derek is staring at him, all nervous and expectant—and like a reflex Stiles’ eyes dart down to it.

Scott: whats going on? are you still coming to taco night???

Stiles looks back up at Derek. “Do you like tacos?”

“No,” Derek says, straight-faced. For a moment Stiles is stunned into silence, but then Derek laughs. “Kidding! Your face, wow,” and Stiles whacks him in the shoulder with the flowers. “Yeah, I like tacos. Who doesn’t?”

Stiles smiles.

*

EDIT: I’ve now posted the alternate version here.

[rxpunzelwrites-blog]

real quick and sloppy bios that are copy and pasted from dm’s.

keira bishop:

basically she's my little figure skater and she's been on the ice ever since she was a tiny wee one, alongside her older sister hannah. and she and hannah were always super super close bc there was only two years between them so they were each other's best friends. or it was more like hannah was keira's best friend and while keira was also hannah's and hannah loved her to bits, hannah also had other friends? anyway, they were both skating daft wehn they were growing up but hannah went on to join an ice hockey team and the contrast is important bc keira stuck to figure skating which is very much like, a lone sport? and hannah worked way better in a team bc she was so outgoing and friendly so keira hid behind her a lot and only made friends through hannah and she didn't really know how to make decisions without hannah's help and her parents sorta tried to discourage that but she's quite shy so they sort of let her be and figured she would come out of her shell in her own time. but anyway one day during winter, she and hannah went skating on a lake and the ice was really thin? and hannah fell through and like, keira couldn't help her back up so she passed away :( fckn traumatic i know. and keira was a total ghost after it and stuff and like, wouldn't talk to anyone and didn't want to go back to skating and her parents were distraught as well and sent her to therapy and bc she was never one to argue back, she went and it did sorta help and it's been four years now so she /has/ recovered a little? and a little anecdote is that hannah had a boyfriend named josh and he sorta helped as well bc he and keira were both going through the same grief bc they were the two people who loved hannah most, and idk he's an npc in my head but they have the nicest like platonic brother/sister relationship bc he bought her a dog to help her through the grieving process and the pup's name is olaf :D and yeah this is where we get frozen themed~ and steer away from the tragic hiro/tadashi storyline. keira's now a figure skater for disney on ice and she was cast as anna which is a big fucking deal for her bc wow!! everyone loves princess anna!! but it's also hard for her as well bc frozen is about the love between two sisters and having to learn the ins and outs of the movie and perform against an elsa just makes her miss hannah all the more? but yeah she just hopes she can do it justice. and bc hannah isn't around anymore she's slowly realising that she can't just stay lonely anymore and that she needs to make friends who aren't josh and so she's throwing herself literally headfirst into things like she doesn't have a roommate yet but when she does get one it's bc she'll have answered the first 'wanted roommate' ad thing that she saw and so she's really trying to put herself out there and try things she was scared to before by meeting new people even if she does get a bit unnerved sometimes? bc she still slips up and sort of looks for hannah to guide her and panics when she remembers hannah isn't there anymore but she's!! working on it!! and I BELIEVE IN HER.

owen kinney:

first up we have owen who is a wee bit of a lad's lad and likes bar hopping and getting pissed and stuff. he's a construction worker and just sort of always figured that's what he was destined to do bc he never did well in school and so he just thought 'i'll follow in my dad's footsteps' and joined the same construction company his pa works for. but the thing is it's kinda a corrupt company that skips paychecks and overworks its employees and owen's dad is in really bad health bc of it and owen is sooooo fucking hotheaded like, almost as bad as wardo so he's been suspended for mouthing off more times than he can count and the only reason he hasn't been fired is bc it's hard to find someone who'll work in the same conditions he and his dad and the other guys do? and they're not well off at all and he has hayley, his sister, to think of as well bc she needs a bit of protection because she's in ill mental health? so when his dad's joints are sore and he gets sick owen takes his shifts as well and he does tend to overwork himself a bit and his main outlet is sex? he sleeps around a TON, both guys and girls, and he doesn't really think there'sany responsibility tethered to one night stands so long as they're safe and use protection and stuff? so when people call him up the next again day for ditching them after he's done he's just like 'you knew it was a fling, stop chasing me up?' bc he isn't looking for commitment or anything long term? and that's like, basically it for him so far but even though he's kinda half-baked i'm actually super fond of him asdfghjkl

donald henshaw:

THEN THERE'S DONALD AKA MR GRUMPY GRUMP GRUMP. he's english and was previously married but he hates his wife now so THAT'S FUN. basically she cheated on him and then fell pregnant and so it was always dubious like, who the baby's father was but the kiddo looks like donald so it's fair to say he's the dad, but the baby is being raised with the guy donald's wife left him for? and this put donald in a super bad and bitter place and he uses alchol and smoking as a vice and stuff but on top of that he's a screenwriter. and so when that went down, he wrote this really dark comedy script where he based one of the characters on his wife. and it was like a fairly decent film and stuff and di really well with critics and stuff even though it was lowkey misogynistic bc donald is a bitter fuck but like... ngl it's justified bc i hate his wife. so yeah it clicked with her that the movie was about her and she tried to sue donald and everything for defamation of character and stuff but there was no proof that she could prove it was about her unless she took a DNA test for the baby and she refused to do that (BC THE KID IS SO OBVIOUSLY DONALD'S) and oh yeah his wife is an actress i forgot that part, so it basically means that even though he's still in the movie industry as a screenwriter, he genuinely hates actors and actresses a bit bc he thinks they're too up their own arses, esp now he's on a warning and is being pressured to write 'happier' material, so i'm thinking that maybe he gets lumped in to help write the script for cinderella? and that's sooooo not his scene lmao. and yeah he came out to his wife when they were dating and told her he was bisexual but she forced him to repress it because she wasn't homophobic outwardly, like she's one of those 'YAY FOR SAME SEX MARRIAGE' people but she believes in all the stigmas surrounding bi people like they're liable to cheat and stuff EVEN THOUGH WOW HYPOCRITICAL MUCH? so yeah she's biphobic and donald never got to be his best bi self so overall he's a big old bitter british bisexual package of pure and utter GRUMP.

josh atlas: 

josh is still building up for me but what i know is that he comes from a bit of a 'superstar' family so i really am pushing the whole 'son, you're throwing away your dream' 'no dad, i'm throwing away yours' trope, but at the same time hockey is josh's dream and all he wants to do is win the stanley cup and stuff. so yeah growing up he was always going off to hockey camps and joining peewee hockey and stuff and his dad really pushed him to do well and win games and stuff and do extra training sessions and it was all super rigorous and testing for him but he was happy to do it? and he met hannah at a hockey camp and they became best friends and obviously he totally fell for her and she was just the best girl in his eyes and the bishops totally aodred him as well bc they were such a supporting and loving family and he didn't know what that was like bc if they all went to one of keir'a figure skating competitions and she only got like, fourth place then her family would still congrtulate her for getting that far whereas his dad would show how disappointed he was if josh did anything less than get first place. but he still kept it together bc he had hannah AND ROSE WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THESE TWO MORE :) but when hannah died everything got topsy tuvy for him and stuff and his game was gone and his dad was super unsympathetic and kept being faux supportive by telling him that getting back into playing would help him get over hannah but IT DIDN'T BITCH. so he's on anti-depressants and stuff and missed getting drafted into the NHL which is a biiiiiig fucking deal. so his dad was mad at him for missing that and when josh realised how much keira was suffering he pretended to be okay for her sake and so he went back to a strict training regime and the anti-depressants did help, and now he's been drafted for the new york rangers and his dad won't stop bragging about it. thing is, the tablets he takes thin his blood and stuff so when he does get a hockey injury he bleeds for so long and i just have this image of rose being on standby to help clean him up :')