#but now im fuckin killing it and in LAW SCHOOL NO LESS

[queenboimler]

i am a firm believer that grades dont actually matter

but there is something so goddamn validating about consistently getting better than average grades in law school

[psychotic-nonsense]

My favorite part about being obsessed with something is that you start looking for it everywhere. Especially in media that shares actors with the thing you’re obsessed with.

So thanks to the idea from one feralheartedalien here on tumblr and my current watching of A Quiet Place: Day One, I’m suddenly being roped into the Steddie Alternate Universe with Eric and Keys.

------ Minor "A Quiet Place: Day One" Spoilers after this point ------

Haven’t watched Free Guy in a while, but the dynamic is kinda sticking with me. Struggling, emotionally repressed, desperate, foreign exchange law student Eric, coming to the States for school due to parental pressure (can’t have a Steddie-like ship without some shitty parents). Redeemed bully, people pleaser, hopeless romantic, lonely Keys, trying to make something out of his love for programming and design while under his repressive boss (can’t have a Steddie-like ship without some doomed ambition).

Maybe next floor neighbors, Eric living right above Keys. He comes back to his basically empty apartment after school every day exhausted, collapsing on the carpet in his living room at 2am, lulled to sleep by the soft, muffled music in the place beneath him. Meanwhile, Keys only plays his "falling asleep" music when he's home, in hopes to calm the person above him, who has a habit of frequent pacing, self monologues, and unfortunately, breakdowns.

Maybe Eric just has a shit day at school one day; stressful projects, lack of progress in his studying, sleep deprived, and it’s absolutely fucking pouring on his way back home. Maybe Keys has accidentally memorized his neighbor’s schedule, accidentally began to care, and noticed how late it is. Maybe their floors are different but the rooms are the same, so when Eric pushes the wrong floor on the elevator, he ends up at Keys’s room. Breaks down when his key doesn’t work, falls to his knees in the hallway muffling sobs. Barely reacts when Keys opens his door because he’s so tired and cold and numb. Weakly tries to fight Keys’s attempts at help but nearly faints in this stranger’s arms. Eric finally lets himself be helped, loses himself in Keys’s thick blankets and soft music and well meaning rambling and killer hot chocolate-

Maybe that’s when Eric realizes how much this man has saved his life, and vows to return the favor.

[soc-characters-as-songs]

the ocs as Cardi B songs

this was,,,,,a wild adventure

I'm so sorry

no im not

yes I am

jkfhgjvekrhfv

ivy: lit thot ("deal with them no-no/deal with them I can't/peanut butter ass work/fuck around and get jammed/cardi in this bitch, you better understand/I flip the script and kill shit/now they want to hold my hand")

meredith: sauce boyz ("I hate when I'm using a guy and shit/and they start catching feelings and like no matter what I tell them/like they just don't stop liking me/like I be like, "listen I'm a hoe, I don't cook, I don't clean/like trust me you don't want me to be the mother of your kids/I don't like mother-in-laws", and they just be on some, "so you don't gotta meet my mom"")

diana: leave that bitch alone ("leave that bitch alone/you knew that I was crazy/why the fuck you took her home?/now I'm goin' through your phone/seein' all these hoes/you knew that I don't like her/what type of crazy shit you on?/you want me to come to your crib and get comfortable/what if I wanna move in and shit?/I will show up on some random shit/don't let me catch a bitch, you wanna chance that shit?/you should just dead it/I swear to God you gon' regret it/watch when I start askin' you/why the fuck you take so long to answer my message?")

alassie: bronx season ("how many shows I gotta sell out 'fore y'all get the cost?/why they really tryna front like I ain't hit the charts?/all these labels, throwin' deals from left to right/but I ain't givin' in until they get them numbers right/all these people think that this shit happen overnight/all that flexin' they be doin', shit is all a hype/no tolerance for a hatin' bitch talkin' shit/only time I hold my tongue is when I'm suckin' dick/so when I see you in the streets, yeah, it's fuckin' lit/and don't be talkin' all that sorry shit, don't flip the script/I see the lights, I hear the hype, I hit the mic")

ramona: be careful ("the only man, baby, I adore/I gave you everything, what's mine is yours/I want you to live your life of course/but I hope you get what you dyin' for/be careful with me, do you know what you doin'?/whose feelings that you hurtin' and bruisin'?/you gon' gain the whole world/but is it worth the girl that you're losin'?/be careful with me/yeah, it's not a threat, it's a warnin'")

rhea: get up 10 ("look, they gave a bitch two options, strippin' or lose/used to dance in a club right across from my school/I said "dance" not "fuck", don't get it confused/had to set the record straight 'cause bitches love to assume/mama couldn't give it to me, had to get at sue's/lord only knows how I got in those shoes/I was covered in dollars, now I'm drippin' in jewels/a bitch play with my money? might as well spit in my food/bitches hated my guts, now they swear we was cool/went from makin' tuna sandwiches to makin' the news")

cornelia: I do ("I'm in a boss bitch mood, ay/these heels are Givenchy, hoe/these are some boss bitch shoes/if you ain't no boss bitch, move, ay/for the record, I set record, record sales/I like ****** that been in and outta jail/they said by now that I'll be finished, hard to tell (I can tell)/my little 15 minutes lasting long as hell, huh?"

kaden: foreva ("I pull up on that check nothing less that's all I do/10 bands 50 bands ain't nothing new/I see some people who still worried about my revenue/I'm eating good you wish you could don't worry about my food")

andreia: I gotta hurt you ("loneliness/it fulfills my sorrow/you may think/you may think I have no tomorrow/it's easier to die/than to live/but I will show you/that I'm strong enough/to use you and abuse you/and I'm gonna live/and I'm gonna win")

suzy: pull up ("I heard you talkin' crazy, I know you hella fake/you better pull up on me/I hope you feel the same when you see my face/no, I don't think they know/they don't know how this go/they think I'm broke/what a fuckin' joke/when I walk in the door, I get my dough/then a bitch get low")

samuel: never give up ("I see the pain in your eyes/and truth is, only the strong survive/and you still here, so from here you only gon' rise/spread them wings so they can tell you how far you gonna fly/you don't gotta pop them pills/I know just how you feel/I know there's a lot of fake love/but there's love that's actually real/but that can't stop you now/you're already on the battle field/took everythin' that came your way/almost at the top of the hill, fly, baby, fly/never give up")

bianca: trust issues ("ny cardi next in line/yeah it's my time real hittas gonna respect mine/I got deadlines/I'ma hit the headlines ain't no bed time/young boss ***** I ain't lying/I fuck shit up then I come for my checks/what you expect cardi in full effect/I see they mad/I see they vexed/but it's not my fault when I shoot it's all net")

archibald: trick ("rule #7 when you take me out to eat after that day you can't see me for the week/rule #8 you can't call me babe boy we don't relate let's get that shit straight/rule #9 I ain't tryna wine and dine I'm just tryna shop bust a nut then goodbye/rule #10 when that bank account ends I find a new trick let the new games begin/I'm such a hoe ass bitch")

raphael: selfish ("I gave you more than I give myself/so loyal to you that I betray myself/well, I guess I'ma wither away/you a snake and you chose to slither today/I gave my all my love and my trust but/I guess my all just wasn't enough/yeah, there's something 'bout you I can't help it/but I'ma do for myself I'm being selfish")

[goffilolo]

Revival of Midoriya Izuku chapter 3

It’s been 84 years huh? As always the fanfic is up on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16929483/chapters/52652386

also im aware of like some formatting issues with the fic when it comes to tumblr, so reading it on ao3 might be better if you particularly care about like italics and what not, but otherwise it’s all the same stuff.

“Move your ass Boom Boom Bitch, I wanna get there early!” shouted Izuku, as him and Bandit sat on rather stylish, but uncomfortable couch in the Bakugous’ living room that was probably worth more than both of them put together, which probably wasn’t even that much anyway since they’re both garbage, but it’s about the principle of the thing.

“Shut your mouth you Trash Twink, I’ll get there when I get there! And what the fuck are you doing in my house?” screamed Bakugou all the way from upstairs, although with his voice being as explosive as his quirk he might as well be standing right next to you considering the damage he does to everyone’s eardrums.

Speaking of hearing damage “Katsuki!!! Is that how you talk to our guest you rude brat?! Get over here!” exclaimed Aunt Mitsuki.

“Shut it old hag! Deku’s not a guest, he’s just an annoying cockroach that invites himself wherever he wants and does whatever he wants!” which is a fair point, considering Izuku has invited himself to Bakugou’s first day at UA for less than wholesome reasons. Some people might see it as the ultimate bitch slap to Bakugou’s ego (partially true), but for the most part it’s merely a testament of how far Izuku has come, considering he now only sees UA as a place where he can flirt with Tensei’s hot brother, rather than a means of accomplishing some bullshit dreams... But it’s not like Kacchan knows any of this, so he can fuck off.

If you were to ask Izuku what his deal with Bakugou was, he would reply “Best friends, duh” with enough sarcasm to last you the next ten years. If you were to press for any specifics his reply would be more along the lines of “I dunno, get the fuck out of my apartment” followed by having Trash Bandit sent after you. The bottom line was, his relationship with Bakugou was complicated, as were most thing in Izuku’s life, but that’s not unusual.

Izuku’s presence at the Bakugou household though? That’s quite unusual, yet more likely than you’d think.

And although the screaming match between the two Bakugous was ever so entertaining Izuku had places to be, and guys to seduce, so “Leave it Auntie” he exclaims in a dismissive manner “We don’t want to rile him up too much, otherwise he ain’t gonna get that 30-day chip from the anger management that he’s been gunnin’ for” he adds half-jokingly.

“I know, I know” she says “But you’d think he would act a little nicer by now, after all these months of therapy.”

“Wouldn’t expect miracles if I were you Auntie, you know what the say; Apple doesn’t fall far from the tree ” replies the boy with a shiteating grin as he motions towards Bakugou descending down the stairs, not missing the way Mitsuki flinched ever so slightly at his rather obnoxious comment.

“And to think you used to be such a nice boy yourself, I used to always tell your mother how great it would’ve been if Katsuki was more like you” she says in a mix of bittersweet nostalgia and regret.

“Yeah well, considering the shit I got for being nice , I think from now on I’d rather be a bastard and then some” exclaimed Izuku as he got up from the couch with Bandit in tow and made his way towards Bakugou. The other boy was getting ready to leave as well and his excitement for the day was concealed even more poorly than his mother’s discomfort at the current conversation “Have a good one Auntie!”

And with that, the two teenagers and one (1) sheep were on their way.

“Kacchan please , not everything is about you” said Izuku exasperatedly, hurrying over to the only empty seat on the train.

“Like hell it isn’t! This was supposed to be MY DAY, my first day at the school of my fucking dreams, and you’re trying to ruin it by following me around dressed like a dollar stripper!” replied Bakugou in a whisper-scream. He may have anger issues but he wasn’t a dumbass and the two of them were already drawing enough attention as it was. It wasn’t exactly easy to remain unnoticed on a train while carrying a green sheep; a task which fell on Bakugou, because Izuku was a weak-noodle-arm-bitch.

“First of all, I’m flattered that you think I’m worth a dollar” said the weak-noodle-arm-bitch in question “And second of all, this is my best outfit.��� Said best outfit consisted of a worn out tank top that had THE HOES written on it in what once was a glittery pink; a pair of booty shorts with ENEMY OF STATE hand stitched onto the backside and rainbow patterned knee socks. The look was completed with a pair of pink platform crocs, because Izuku had standards ... and because he was short.

“God I hate you” murmured Bakugou.

“Don’t I know it Kacchan?”

The rest of the train ride was spent in silence.

It wasn’t until they actually reached the gates of the school that Bakugou had a thought; one that he probably should’ve had before they even left his house, but having a coherent thought while carrying a sheep and bickering with the sheep’s owner about whether the sheep should be referred to as a dog or not is in all fairness not possible.

“They won’t let you in” he said, voicing the sudden epiphany.

“Sure they will” replied Izuku.

“Oh yeah? How? Deku, you don’t fuckin’ go to this school, you don’t go to ANY school!” shouted Bakugou, because they were no longer on the train, therefore arguing with a lunatic stripper looking guy was now acceptable.

Izuku for the most part did not have a problem with that, because not only did he love having petty fights with people, he also loved proving them wrong, especially when everyone and their grandma accuses him of being a high school drop out.

“Shinjuku Metropolitan would beg to differ” he says, dropping the metaphorical bomb on the unsuspecting dipshit that is his childhood friend, after which he continues to walk, crossing the gates of UA High like he owns the damn place.

After about a minute of Bakugou standing frozen in shock, he finally snapped out of it when Bandit decided to start chewing on his uniform “Oi, hold the fuck up!” screamed the blond as he followed Izuku inside, while the sheep was being dragged along like a betrayed ragdoll  “Did you just say Shinjuku Metropolitan?!”

“Kacchan, you know I can’t hold you, you’re too heavy” replies the other teen, while pointedly ignoring Bakugou’s question and the looks he’s been getting from the students.

“Don’t change the subject shitty Deku! How the fuck did your ass get into a top non-hero high school in the whole damn Tokyo you bitch?”

“What, like it’s hard?”

“I fuckin’ swear to God-”

“Do it! Pull the trigger piglet!”

“WHAT’S GOING ON HERE?”

Their pointless quarrel, which was on a steady way into becoming a straight up brawl (Izuku having already pulled out his axe and lighted a cigarette using one of Bakugou’s warning explosions) came to a stop when they were interrupted by one of UA’s teachers, although in Izuku’s opinion she made a wrong career choice, considering being a Dominatrix probably paid more.

On another note, when someone asks you ‘what’s going on?’ that doesn’t mean they’re actually interested in whatever is happening at the moment, it means ‘stop’, therefore Izuku’s answer to that question, which usually involves something along the lines of “You see, I’m small, horny and full of rage, and I have no outlet for these emotions” is rarely appreciated. That is not to say that the lack of appreciation is going to stop him from spawning whatever dumb shit comes to his mind when faced with the judgement from authority figures. If anything it makes everything worse.

“That’s just how we flirt” replied the teen instead, all the while looking THE Pro-Hero Midnight dead in the eye and putting out his cigarette on Bakugou’s uniform jacket. Bakugou, for the most part was unable to even be mad at the cigarette burn considering he was busy recovering from being metaphorically punched in the kidneys by that line.

“And why aren’t you wearing uniform?” she asks suspiciously, pointing at Izuku’s attire.

“Oh, I don’t go here” he replied casually.

“Then pray tell , why are you in this school?”

“To get laid”

“TO WHAT?!” screamed Bakugou in surprise.

At this point Midnight took out her phone (no, her costume doesn’t have pockets, please don’t ask where she keeps it) and clicked on one of three contacts she keeps on her speed dial.

“Principal Nedzu, we got a situation…”

After telling Bakugou not to worry and that he will see him later in class, Izuku was dragged to the principal’s office by Midnight.

On the way there he tried cracking up another joke, telling her that his safe word was ‘avocado’. She did not appreciate that one either. For those of you wondering what happened to Bandit, the sheep ended up following Bakugou, much to the blond’s dismay.

Now, being sent to a principal’s office, especially of a school that you don’t even attend is usually a sign that you have royally fucked up. Not for Izuku though, because he had a plan! Contrary to the common belief, Izuku is not dumb. The fall didn’t kill off any of his brain cells, only his ability to give a shit, which made life much easier since he no longer had to worry about things like: people’s opinions, social norms, laws and heteronormativity.

Anyway, back to the plan. Izuku was not dumb, therefore even he knew that wandering around UA while not attending the school would not fly. He needed a way to stay, and for that he needed the guy who runs the whole shitshow; Nedzu.

Which is why the moment Midnight opens the door to the office Izuku stomps in like a man on a mission and stops right in front of an animal of questionable origin in a suit that is allegedly UA’s principal. A little unusual, but if a scumbag like Endeavour can hold the title of No. 2 Hero in Japan, then an animal can run a school.

The principal in question was calmly sitting on a couch and drinking tea, totally unconcerned with whatever bullshit Izuku was about to throw at him.

“Now, what seems to be the issue with this young man?” asked Nedzu.

“This young man-” said Izuku, pointing to himself in a rather cocky manner “has a message for you!”

“And what would that message be?”

The principal’s question was answered with what Izuku can only think of as the ultimate power move, or in this case; a literal ace up the sleeve. The boy proceeded to pull out a Monopoly “Get out of Jail” card out of his shorts (since he technically wasn’t wearing any sleeves) and slam it on the table right in front of Nedzu.

While to an outsider the current situation might seem absurd, it is important to remember that Izuku had a plan; one that could’ve never come to a fruition without a little help from the most unexpected person, which is why that card was no ordinary Monopoly card, but a very specific reminder that only Principal Nedzu would know the meaning of, and when he picked it up and flipped it around, the neatly written message on the back made its presence known.

It read: “You owe me one. - Hisashi”

“My dad says ‘Hi!’ ” exclaimed Izuku, taking one look at Nedzu’s face and knowing that he already won.

Was cashing in on a favour that his dad secured like 10 years ago a morally good decision? Debatable, but it got the job done so he’s not gonna complain. All that mattered was that Izuku now had a pass to enter the UA grounds whenever he pleased and nobody could stop him, and so here he was about to enter the classroom where Kacchan is supposed to be in. The bell hasn’t rung yet so he still had some time and who knows, maybe the handsome guy from the police station was in the same class?

With that in mind he opened the gigantic door and made his way into the classroom and was met with what looked like a pissing contest between his crush and his childhood friend.

“REMOVE YOUR FOOT FROM THAT DESK! SUCH AN ACTION IS INSULTING TO THOSE WHO CAME TO UA BEFORE US AS WELL AS THE CRAFTSMEN WHO MADE THIS DESK!”

“LIKE I CARE! WHAT MIDDLE SCHOOL ARE YOU FROM, YOU EXTRA ?!”

Ah yes, pissing contest at its finest, which meant that Izuku had options . The most obvious course of action would be siding up with Tenya and taunting Kacchan, which is not something Izuku would ever say no to. However , it also happens that the object of his affections had a massive boner for rules and authority, which is the exact opposite of everything Izuku stands for, so siding up with Kacchan it is.

And so he made his way to the pair of bickering teenagers and promptly pushed Kacchan’s feet off the desk, earning a scoff from the blond and an approving but baffled look from Iida, which only lasted for about 2 seconds, because Izuku being the gay disaster that he is simply HAD to ruin it all by claiming the desk as his sitting spot and giving Tenya the most ridiculous bedroom eyes that had Kacchan fake gagging like his life depended on it.

“Umm...Izuku, was it?” asked Tenya, feeling awkward under the other boy’s intense gaze.

“It sure was” replied the boy, feeling happy about leaving enough of an impression to be remembered from all those weeks ago “Fancy seeing you here, huh?”

“Indeed-”

“Oh for fuck’s sake Deku!” exclaimed Bakugou, completely fed up with the cringeworthy display in front of him “Just tell four-eyes that you came here because you wanted to see him and be done with it!”

“WHAT?”

“Kacchan, not now! I’m trying to put on some moves!”

“Well your moves are shit-”

“Hey, aren’t you that guy from the news who stabbed a villain in the eye with an axe?!” shouted one of the students while pointing at Izuku. There was something ironic about the fact that it was his stunt on live TV from 2 weeks ago that got everyone’s heads turning and not his iconic outfit, or inappropriate behaviour, or literally anything else about him. Like that’s just rude ok? And interrupting him while he’s trying to flirt? Also rude.

“Bitch, I might be” he replied anyway, because his reputation was on the line and because at this point literally everyone has gathered around the desk that he sat on, so things were way past the point of return. People were throwing questions and accusations at him left and right, Trash Bandit is nowhere to be found and his quil flask is not full enough for this bullshit. At this point Bakugou simply got up from his seat and sat at the back of the room, as far away from this nonsense as possible.

“It’s you!”exclaimed the boy with dual coloured hair and equally mismatched eyes “You’re the guy who keeps T-posing in front of my house. Can you please stop?!” he asked with the most deadpan face Izuku has ever seen despite his voice being filled with desperation.

“Look, I T-pose in front of a lot of houses so you’re gonna have to be more specific” he replied sarcastically — despite knowing exactly who he was talking to — since it probably wasn’t a good moment to mention that you’re besties with that person’s mom because you were both stuck in the same loony bin and so you already know all the family drama and have dedicated a good portion of your time to harassing her abusive piece of shit husband…especially with like 20 people around you.

“You’re the one who egged my limo!” shouted one of the girls at the back. She was a very tall girl with long, dark hair tied in a seemingly gravity defying ponytail and a kind face. She had an air of a distinguished lesbian about her, which Izuku could respect even if she was rich if the limo comment was anything to go by. He egged several limos in his lifetime because seeing rich people out in public makes him go apeshit, as it should, so really how is he supposed to remember everyone?

“And I will egg it again!” promised Izuku “When I see rich people out and about it triggers my fight-or-fuck response”

“Don’t you mean fight-or-flight?” she asked.

“No”

“Are you ok?”

“Not in the slightest”

And with that more people joined in on the conversation, including a particular girl who very much looked like an alien with her bright pink skin and black sclera who ended up complementing his outfit, which thank fuck someone here actually had good taste , as well as a guy who ended up being Ms Shouji’s son, and the only reason he found out was because the guy recognised his antics based on the gossip his mom told him and isn’t that a small fuckin world? And in the middle of it all laid an inconspicuous yellow sleeping bag that has been conveniently ignored by everyone for the sake of the plot up until now.

The sleeping bag began to seemingly unzip by itself and soon enough Bandit’s head poked out of it.

“Bandit! There you are”

“Baaah!”

“Guys! Look at this dog!” exclaimed one of the students who Izuku thought looked like a personification of weed, but he wasn’t going to say that. At least the guy knew what he was talking about.

“I’m pretty certain it’s a sheep-” added Tenya, taking his role as the last standing voice of reason in this room very seriously, even though his voice has practically drowned in the sea of teenagers chanting ‘good doggo’, similarly to how one might feel if they were standing at a dance floor while Baby Got Back started playing.

It’s also important to note that while all of this was happening, Bakugou who has sat himself at the back of the room was forced to witness the chaotic force that is Izuku interacting with multiple people at once while being able to convince about 20 of them to refer to his sheep as a dog, and in that moment he turned around staring into the void and asked himself “Am I having a fuckin stroke?”

“Nah, he’s always like that” replied the one person who was sat at the back along with him that Bakugou previously did not bother to notice.

“And how would you know, you damn extra?” asked Bakugou somewhat offended, because sure him and Izuku were not on the friendliest terms and the whole incident from last year really changed him and what not. But they still knew each other their whole lives, so really that had to count for something and Bakugou was not willing to compromise on that with some random extra who looked like a Tinky Winky humansona on drugs.

Unfortunately Bakugou was not able to get an answer because the entire class was interrupted by a homeless looking guy coming out of the yellow sleeping bag to shame student kind. “If you’re here to socialise, then get out” he said. Soon enough the room was filled with a tense silence as the students were unsure of what to expect next.

“It took 8 seconds for you to quiet down. Time is a precious resource. You lot aren’t very rational, are you?” asked the man as he walked to the front of the classroom, making it very clear that he was in fact their teacher. The man was rather tall and unkept, his hair was long and slightly curled, similar to Izuku’s own and the outfit he wore could only be described as a goth onesie. There was something very familiar about him but Izuku couldn’t quite make out what it was supposed to be.

However, just because Izuku’s memory aligns very closely with a slice of swiss cheese doesn’t mean that the same can be said about the teacher in question. As soon as he turned around to get a good look at his new class his eyes fell on Izuku and his face has swiftly shifted from that of practiced disinterest to shock and recognition that Izuku honestly was not expecting.

“What are you doing here problem child?” asked the man with a certain degree of disbelief in his voice. Once again there was something very familiar about him and the way he addressed Izuku and wait a minute did he just call me a problem child? That can’t be-

“Uncle Shouta” exclaimed the boy in a way that felt uncertain, yet childishly hopeful “Is that you?”

“Of course it is brat, who else would I be?” he replied with a hint of amusement.

[unpleasant-aroma]

Like Father, Like Daughter...

Summary: Moria feels hate for someone she once considered her first love. Oscar is attempting to mourn. Moria takes out her anger in a less than Christian way

(warning: abuse mention, suicide mention, homophobia mention, and a sorta in-depth description of someone getting beaten up)

(( @birdhouse-in-thesoul & @a-smile-dat-spreads-like-buttah . Y’all are getting tagged for two different reasons, but y’all are not. Getting tagged ))

[[MORE]]

It rained the day Jason was buried. That was fitting enough, when the deceased’s lover, his sister, nor one of his good friends cried. Nadia and Oscar were both attempting to hold in tears, but for different reasons, but Moria couldn’t find it in her to cry. Her sadness was mixed with anger, leaving her sorrow as dry and scorching as the desert. She scared herself like this... but upon losing someone who she looked at like a second brother, could she really be blamed? Could she be blamed from the anger she held in her heart for the one who caused the chain of events that lead to this death.

And not even a month ago, she peeked around corners to see him and blushed whenever he spoke to her. A school girl in love.

As soon as the graveside service had ended, Moria excused herself, needing to catch her breath. She went beyond the cemetery, beyond the church, to the school. Most would think she was going back to her dorm to get something or change or freshen up... but no. She went to the room her brother and Jason had shared, opening the door with the key she’d been given what felt like so so long ago... maybe it was rude to rifle through her late never-will-be her brother-in-law’s things... but she needed to think of him... she needed to think of the good to distract herself from the hate in her heart.

How horribly selfish... a boy was dead and she was thinking of the one who killed him.

“What are you doing in here?” A familiar voice asked, and the flames of hate were stoked again. Her black skirt whipped around her legs as she turned around to face Matt Lloyd.

“I have a key. You’re trespassin’,” she growled, stepping closer to him, squaring up to him. “Matt, if ya care a shred ‘bout self preservation, ya gonna get outta here.”

“Moria, I’m sorry. I wish that—.”

“Wishes ain’t gonna bring ‘im back! Wishes don’ change tha fact that he killed his’self ‘cause’a you an’ ya damn pride!” She cut him off, shouting at him. “Ya know who ya remind me of? My fathah. Selfish. So fuckin’ selfish. Ya only care ‘bout yaself!”

“Moria, calm down! Yelling at me isn’t going to bring him back either!” He said defensively, raising his hands, palms facing her. “I know I hurt Nadia. I know I hurt you and your brother. And I feel—.”

Once again she cut him off, but this time by smacking him hard across the face.

“Shut up, ya fuckin’ Bible beatah! Call my bruddah an’ his boyfriend such horrible things, an’ out them ta tha whole school an’ now ya sorry?! Ya don’ even know than meanin’ of tha word!” She snapped, taking another step towards him as he backed away. “I’ll make ya fuckin’ sorry...”

Her fist made impact with his jaw seconds later. And then again after than. His nose. His cheek. An uppercut. A punch to the gut. A punch to the diaphragm to wind him. Over and over her hits landed on her confused and defenseless target. She was yelling in Gaelic all the while, her comments derogatory and cruel. Whenever someone hurt her, Oscar came running and made them pay. Oscar nearly followed in Jason’s footsteps... he was hurting like crazy. So, it was Moria’s turn.

“I loved you! Ya hear me?! I loved you! And I still fuckin’ do. I love ya despite those fucked up things ya did, somehow. I love ya!”

Matt was trying to talk sense into her, bargaining with her to stop, but she could hardly hear him. She once envied Ivy for having him when she wanted him. She wanted nothing more than to kiss him... and she still felt that. And that’s what hurt. She didn’t stop. Not when there was blood on his face and on her knuckles... only once he hit his head against the wall from a particularly hard punch, slumping against the ground, certainly alive but knocked out pretty good.

Coming to her senses, she fled the room, leaving Matt’s crumpled form to be found by someone else eventually. She ran to the nearest restroom to was the blood of her hands. She told him she loved him while trying to bust open his skull... how fucking horrible was that? It sounded like her father... that thought made her stomach churn. But she always knew she had her father’s temper...

He bragged about it while drunk. His Irish wife had died, and not all that long after, Thomas went out and killed an Irishman. Caught in grief and anger, he turned it on someone fairly innocent in the long run. Someone who didn’t deserve that pain he put them through. But he just kept going and going... until there was nothing more than a battered empty shell. It hadn’t been anything he planned, but “good riddance”, he always said.

In grief, she beat a boy. Someone she once considered a friend, an almost-lover. Hell, if Oscar had died the night of the play, Moria may have finished the job and put Matt in his grave too. History was repeating itself. Her father had always said that she and Oscar were like him, even if they didn’t want to admit it; they’d supposedly find out one day... and today, Moria found out. She was her father’s daughter, despite all her best intentions to remain kind unless provoked. She was violent and cruel... beating someone she claimed to love. She was as much a monster as he. And she had been disgusted with Matt’s behavior...

The water had been on, but Moria hadn’t put her bloodied hands under it. And now, there was more important issues. She ran into one of the stalls, collapsing in tears once she got there. She was, quite literally, sick from what she had done