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kallypsos · 2 years ago
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after going through a good 30 minutes of despair, i'm just here to try and bring some positive vibes to the dash
i know it feels devastating and like it will potentially impact his career in a very negative way, but im choosing to be optimistic rn: if what they're saying is true, then this is a surgery to try to finally take care of that ankle and strenghten it, so that's a good thing. he'll be out for the season, but if it's needed for his health then so be it.
ney bounced back from injuries worse than this and i think he's stronger than we give him credit for sometimes. long story short it's not the time to despair yet, let's just take things one at a time and see where they go <3
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lolitawestcoast · 6 months ago
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I rarely write or post things on social media because I am more of an “observer”, but after finishing season 2 of HOTD, I realised that I, too, want to share my “unpopular opinions” (as some may say they are) with the world. I guess I got inspired by all of you whom I follow and whose posts I consistently read that are truly in sync with what I think about the show overall, especially the greens and other characters I like.
So you are welcome to read this rant/ mini essay and give your two cents about the topic. I will be discussing a few characters who I have firm opinions about and what I think we should actually focus or take away from the series.
I will start with my personal favourite, Alicent Hightower. I swear I am in minority when I say this, because all the people that I know (including close people and friends) dislike/hate her and that’s totally fine, nobody should force others to like a character but the way they talk about her (all completely stupid arguments that miss the mark) as if she’s this insufferable, evil, bad mother. She is so layered, so tragic, ugh, it makes me sick to my stomach thinking about what Viserys himself has put her through, not ONLY Otto. I say this because a lot of the conversations I’ve had with others NEVER acknowledge his part in her trauma and when I mention it I am immediately shut down, it’s kind of sad and disturbing.
In their opinion, Alicent is a BIG part of what happened leading to the war. Excuse me? Have you seen season 1? Have you followed the plot at all? That woman is a victim. I’ve been reblogging and reading a lot of people’s posts here that were completely spot on about how many sacrifices she has made as she puts it herself (“What have I done, but what was EXPECTED of me? Forever upholding the kingdom, the family, the law.”) While Rhaneyra gets to do all she wants (“While you flout all to do as you please”) with no consequences because the king favours her and turns a blind eye to her actions, forever defending her even if he CLEARLY knows (and sees) what’s in front of him.
For example, that whole Alicent-Rhaneyra confrontation in season 1 was such a divisive discussion in my family, ugh, I felt like Alicent herself against everybody saying that she wasn’t in the right but you know what? She totally was. I would have had the same reaction (“Where is duty? Where is sacrifice? It’s TRAMPLED under your pretty foot again!”) Her life as a queen was forced on her by the MEN around her. What do you expect? How is she supposed to just take what’s happening to her and not stand up for herself and her child whose eye was fucking SLASHED. Aemond lost an eye. I just know, as a mother, I would have gone FERAL. No doubt. How can she not ask for justice, an eye for an eye (“And now you take my son’s eye and to even that you feel entitled.”) Couldn’t have said it better myself. Later on, when Aemond kills Lucerys, Rhaneyra herself wants “a son for a son”. Isn’t that the same philosophy? Why is Alicent unreasonable when she is asking for Lucerys’ eye in that moment? I don’t see much of a difference. This is one of the examples where I can’t look away and just hate someone like others do, because she has a point.
Another example is when Rhaneyra tells her that she doesn’t want to be “trapped in a castle” and “made to squeeze out heirs”. I swear, when they showed Alicent’s face after that line, I had tears in my eyes, I felt like I wanted to hold her because she DID NOT need to hear that, it was cruel. She broke my heart so many times, I almost want to say I rarely feel this way about a character in a show: “Sadness is a condition of motherhood”. My dearest Alicent, THEY WILL NEVER MAKE ME HATE YOU.
Is she a bad mother as they say? Not at all. Would a bad mother literally SHIELD Aegon with her body when threatened with a DRAGON? Would a bad mother (again) use her body to protect her daughter Helaena from the smallfolk during the riots? Would she stand up for Aemond and DEMAND justice, putting herself in danger as well as in a unfavourable position with the king as a bad mother? HOW DOES SHE NOT LOVE HER CHILDREN? I mean, I have a mother who would do the EXACT same thing for me, literally take a bullet for her child. And like Alicent, my mother has her flaws, she’s been through things in life beyond my understanding (having an abusive husband), so she isn’t perfect, but she loves me with all her heart nonetheless. She has projected some things onto me and has hurt me many times with her words, like Alicent sometimes does with Aegon, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t love him. Even after the incident with Aemond happens, she regrets her actions, mainly slashing Rhaneyra’s hand: “It was an ugly thing, I regret it”. Otto is then the one who praises her for what she has done: “And yet, I’ve never seen that side of you, my daughter…We play an ugly game.” Once again, he is the mastermind, using Alicent as a pawn in his search for power. She is not power hungry herself.
I think it’s hard for her sometimes to look at her children, especially Aegon I think, her firstborn, whom may I remind you she had VERY YOUNG, a child herself and not see her whole grief, trauma and abuse through him. The way Emily has portrayed young Alicent, specifically in that scene where she holds her baby and she just looks defeated, sad, depressed, EXHAUSTED. While Rhaneyra gets to have children with whom she pleases (Harwin Strong is someone who she loves and cares about, judging by the loving and tender looks they give each other in some scenes) because she has an open marriage and she was lucky enough to get that. Nothing was forced on her. She had the freedom to look for her own suitors, a thing that Alicent calls “romantic” because in her mind, she would have absolutely dreamed to do the same.
Moreover, how can you say that Rhaneyra and Alicent don’t have love for each other? They make that CLEAR in the show so many times with small, beautiful details (the page, their 2 conversations from season 2, beautifully acted by Olivia and Emma). Didn’t Alicent vehemently defend Rhaneyra against the “claims” made by Otto that her and Daemon got into some inappropriate actions together? Even though his informer was right. She believed her and vouched for her to the king. She has never been jealous of her in that sense. She was envious perhaps of her freedom, yes, for sure, but who wouldn’t be, given her situation. She still loved and cared for her deeply.
When Otto is dismissed as hand and they have that conversation in the rain where he enforces on her that she has to prepare Aegon to be king because Rhaneyra will put her children to the sword otherwise, because she will be challenged by Aegon; the manipulation from Otto she has received time and time again runs deep into her adulthood. After he leaves she is alone at court, nobody in her corner. She doesn’t realise she is being used as a pawn in a man’s power games, but she becomes paranoid and determined to defend her own family. Cut to the wedding scene: after she finds out about Rhaneyra’s indiscretion with Cole, she fully embraces the colour green, representative of the Hightower house, subtly declaring war by showing up in that beautiful gown in the middle of the king’s speech (an iconic, awesome scene if you ask me). At that point, she was disappointed, angry and possibly fed up with her having to honour her duty as a queen, while her dearest friend lies and gets away with things. As much as you love and care for someone like that, you cannot overlook their wrongdoings.
I’ve also seen that she was called a “bitch” for wanting to see Rhaneyra’s child immediately after giving birth. However, she didn’t want HER to come to Alicent physically and show the baby, it was after all, Rhaneyra’s decision to go. Being her third child and Alicent probably seeing the other 2, of course she wanted to see for herself if he’ll look the same. She is the only one pointing out that they are bastards and everybody KNOWS IT. Her husband, Cole, all the people at court, hell even Harwin’s father. It is so blatantly obvious; it’s actually hilarious how Viserys dismissed Alicent and everybody who brought it up, which is fair enough from their perspective, even for Vaemond when they are discussing the succession of Driftmark. How can one NOT be frustrated? How can she not be furious? Later on, when the king states “Anyone who dares question the legitimacy of my grandsons, should have it (their tongue) removed” as Rhaneyra looks at Alicent with some sort of entitlement and power: “Thank you, father”. The rage I felt for her in that moment was so intense, because it is so unfair.
Here is another hard pill to swallow for some: Viserys has divided his family by always favouring his first daughter (he even refers to her as his “only daughter/child). He wants peace in his family but all he does is create “war”, hate, resentment, bitterness etc. Maybe he wasn’t Viserys “the peaceful” after all, at least not when it came to his own family. Never acknowledged or cared for his other 4 children he has with Alicent which in turn made them (particularly Aegon and Aemond) the way they are. Aegon even mentions how his father “didn’t like him”. Can you blame him? He yells in his face when Aemond’s eye incident happens, doesn’t give A DAMN about the fact that his son , “HIS BLOOD” , had lost an eye because he cares more that his precious daughter’s sons were insulted: “MY SON HAS LOST AN EYE FOR AN INSULT?” Yes Alicent, I was in fact, also enraged when that happened. How does nobody look at that man and see what he has done to his own family? Maybe HE has more of a role in the dance later on, together with Otto and other MEN who plotted the usurping. Maybe things would have been different had he been a better father/husband. But they sure like to blame the woman, the “scorned bitch” who’s jealous of Rhaneyra.
Even so, despite all this, make no mistake, the love and affection between the two women never fades away. That scene from season 1 episode 8, where she softly squeezes her hand (ironically the same one that has the scar she inflicted on her) and lovingly tells her not to leave after their children have an argument. You can feel their chemistry: it’s like they found each other again, after such a long, tumultuous time, at last, Rhaneyra and Alicent together like old times. That whole dinner scene was so peaceful, literally the calm before the storm. The poison runs deep in the family, it can’t be erased just like that, in one night. You can see that whatever foundation Viserys thought he had built within his family and the realm, it all crumbled down in the end.
Alicent needed someone to support her and remind her that it is NOT her fault: what happened to her, that she was used, abused and her innocence stolen from her. She was so desperate for this.
I won’t even have enough time to write everything here about Alicent’s life, at least nothing that hasn’t already been said (beautifully put by others that I read so far, you are all making me feel seen by the way!❤️)
Maybe I am too emotionally attached to her, but I can’t understand the constant hate she gets from CERTAIN people. It is so frustrating to try and explain everytime all the details in the scenes with her to others, I guess it doesn’t matter in the end. “It’s just a fictional character” they say; yes, indeed. I get very passionate sometimes because I was a film student and movies/tv shows are and will forever be my life and I am always analyzing all the details (force of habit, because I had to do this a lot for my assignments).
I don’t even have a side (team green, team black) fuck that nonsense. Personally, that strategy marketing which HBO constantly tried to shove down our throats is just bullshit; in the end, NOBODY (except Helaena) is truly a role model or a “hero”. The whole idea of this entire show and its events is about the smallfolk and the dragons who are nothing but collateral damage in this foolish civil war. While the privileged fight for a throne, the others suffer, the real innocents.
When I watch the show, I don’t even care about childish things like taking sides, like this is just a basic argument between two people, I just have a couple of characters that I root for or feel close to because they speak to me in a very specific manner. Also, the actors are tremendously talented so they literally make the characters compelling, maybe beyond what they get on the page of that script (which sometimes it’s not much or enough, if you ask me).
Hopefully I am not alone and I’ve seen here that I am not (I almost feel like part of a community at this point🥹), but in general I prefer the team green characters (which DOES NOT mean that I dislike or hate anyone in team black), I just think they are more complex, fucked up, relatable, and acted so damn well (although EVERYBODY in that cast is exceptional). I think I like the whole “dysfunctional” family vibe the greens have.
That being said, I like Rhaneyra as a character, for sure, I don’t dislike her at all, but I don’t know if I like what they are doing to her, script wise. Emma is exceptional in their portrayal of the character with what they are given anyway, but the writers are certainly making her more seem like the “hero” of the story, although I can see she has a lot of flaws. She is FAR from perfect. What I gathered from her as a character is that she is quite hypocritical in many aspects, especially when it comes to Alicent. In certain scenes in season 2 for instance, she points fingers at her for the things Rhaneyra herself has done. Blames her for starting this war when in fact, it wasn’t Alicent.
Unfortunately some fans are way too biased and are so blinded by what the show is feeding them to see and acknowledge her wrongdoings and see beyond this “rightful heir” tag she has. I am starting to see more interesting and complex things from Rhaneyra, mainly from season 2 and I am hopeful to see what’s in store for her in season 3. Although, I’ve always seen her as someone more nuanced, thanks to Milly and Emma’s stellar performances. She isn’t very likeable to me, because I see through her, for what she is. But I like when she gets more like her book counterpart (if you know what I’m saying). I like to see that: more complexity.
Furthermore, I was absolutely gutted when Rhaenys died (she really should have been queen🫡), what a great character. I love that Jacaerys got some more personality in the last few episodes of season 2, because I wasn’t convinced before of him as a solid character. This also leads me to the idea that Rhaneyra is definitely a bit selfish in pursuing her claim to the throne and totally overlooking his (valid) feelings towards the other bastard Targaryens claiming the dragons. I loved his speech and how he stood up for himself in a way.
You have to objectively look at these characters most of the time while watching the show and it is truly unfortunate that many people in the fandom are so blindly biased and defensive of some of their favourites, especially Rhaneyra because I see that happening mostly with her. You can’t judge them, but god forbid you tell them you like the greens, especially Alicent, Aemond (even Ageon) or Cole (speaking from my own experience) then you are definitely going to be judged because they are somehow seen as the antagonists of the show.
In my humble opinion, the show DOES NOT have protagonists or antagonists because like I’ve mentioned before, that’s not the point at all. Each one of us has their own “favourite war criminal” and that’s that. Let us, the audience just enjoy supporting the characters we like and stop judging each other. This is not real life, it’s not that deep. I like when I talk to someone and they express their love and passion for a character, even though I don’t feel the same, it’s quite nice to do that without criticising and getting into an argument with that person. We respect each other’s opinions and move on.
Anyways, went on a bit of a tangent there but moving on, Baela is also a character I like a lot, because I need somebody that supporting and wise in life by my side, for real. She is a gem. When she says something, I listen.
I know this might sound odd but I don’t actually HATE anybody in this show. I can say I dislike Daemon for pretty well known reasons at this point, no need to list them here, although I don’t feel hate for him necessarily. I am raising my eyebrow a bit at how Aemond turned out so far, although I still think that Ewan made him one of the coolest, most compelling characters in the show, especially in season 2. He is a delight to watch because his presence on screen is just THAT fucking gripping. I still see him as an underdog, especially looking back at his childhood and what happened to his eye and all that. I still feel for that child, for how he was bullied and undermined. I can’t completely overlook the things that happened to him which lead to the events of season 2. Although, as a book reader, I am a bit disappointed in some of the writing regarding his character (a discussion for another day).
This is a big one, but I also didn’t get why SO MANY people HATE Criston Cole, like he’s actually universally the most hated character in the show so far (based on how Fabien Frankel himself was harassed on his instagram which breaks my heart). It is such a sad, but funny thing to see at the same time.
This guy is certainly NOT the worst character in the GOT universe; if you rewatch GOT (which I’m currently doing) he really is no match for some people you see there. He was clearly wrong in many aspects in this show, especially with the event of Blood and Cheese and what followed. I would say that I disliked his behaviour and I certainly did not align with many of his actions and opinions at certain points in the show, although I do feel that he is remorseful and has had quite the journey in season 2. By the end of this season he went through quite a horrific experience (the battle at Rook’s Rest) which I think changed him mentally and you can see that, courtesy of Fabien’s great performance (when he has that conversation with Gwayne in season 2 finale, which I loved).
I’ve seen the memes with him and the constant topic being brought up of him being “bitter” and hung up on Rhaneyra because she turned him down when he suggested that they should run away together, but I don’t even think it goes on for too long, at least in his mind. Yes, he calls her names and talks shit about her at times (indirectly) but I think later on he’s moved on from that, at least since he started to be more intimate with Alicent (who he says is the “beacon” he follows) because rightfully so, she saved his life in many ways, I guess literally and metaphorically. He doesn’t have time to think about his bitterness towards Rhaneyra anymore, with all that has taken place since they had that encounter, at least I don’t think so.
He has had quite the journey and at this point I just think the hate and the jokes are getting old and more like, there is no other character we can hate so we are all pointing fingers at “Crispin” as I’ve seen and heard people call him. I just can’t even bring myself to hate him, I respect how smart he is and how skilled in battle he proved himself to be. Surely he is not as one dimensional as people are making him out to be. Yes, the memes are funny and all that, but some people are too mean spirited, it makes me think they are projecting a little bit too much. Even Fabien himself is moved when somebody praises his character or says something nice about him (I saw that in an interview some time ago, he was genuinely happy someone complimented him because he has seen the hate and I just wanted to go through the screen and hug him, he is so kind, bless him). Give him a break guys, please.
Again, this might be quite an unpopular opinion, but isn’t Cole justified in a way to be upset and resentful over what happened between him and Rhaneyra? Wasn’t he used that night to satisfy her needs and quite frankly her frustration because she didn’t get what she wanted from Daemon? She could care leas about him as a person, about his honour, his duty. Most of the time she was too carefree and ignorant of these concepts. Wasn’t there a power imbalance between them? He tried to resist, he didn’t pursue her. What was he to do? I wondered often what would have happened if he denied her that night.
After their affair, he asks her to run away with him (which I admit it was a bit funny the way he put it, to leave behind her privileged life to go somewhere and sell oranges or whatever) but in that moment, the way she looks at him and answers, I’m sure broke his heart, because he thought she might have feelings for him. I didn’t even see them as simply having “sex” but more like “making love”, it was quite tender and beautiful. I don’t think he was wrong in assuming that, after all, they were each others’ firsts. He feels hurt, cheated and used: “So you want me to be your whore?”. I can’t lie, I felt for him in that moment. Everything he had to his name, as he says, was taken from him. Can we not feel some sympathy for this man? Is he not justified in thinking that Rhaneyra is “a cunning spider”? As far as he is concerned, she has fooled him and stolen his honour, left him with nothing to his name. He was already by the standards of those times, a nobody.
Can we just be reasonable as an audience and just stop following others like sheep on this “chain” of hate?
Don’t even get me started on Aegon. I won’t even expand here why I also never hated him (although I want to make it CLEAR that I DO NOT condone what he did in the show, under NO circumstances) even though again, I am disappointed on how his character was changed from the books (if you know, you know). I feel he has been treated unfairly just like his mother and there are a lot of reasons he is the way he is. Like I said, too much to get into. But once again I praise the actors for giving such nuanced performances, THEY are making the characters come to life.
I feel I already said too much and I don’t want to get into the book and the parallels with GOT because I would have to write a thesis then and this has already become an essay.
If you’ve made it this far, thank you, I appreciate you reading this; it is my first time posting something like this. I don’t really post my opinions online because the internet is mean and toxic but I really wanted to get this off my chest. Maybe in hopes that someone else shares the same views (which I think we’ve established there are quite a few people here on tumblr who do). I am so excited to read more posts/opinions and hopefully be part of healthy discussions about this show and its characters. Please be respectful.
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diogenescynic2288 · 9 months ago
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Sunday Sermon 2: On Laws
Happy Sunday to all again. I am once again writing to you as Pope Orion Orangutan Omnibenevolence Kosmos Yes or POOKY.
So, the last sermon I delivered might have seemed to offer instruction, advice, or command in regards to chilling and maybe being nice. That was not my intent. It was at most, a suggestion. I am not an Enlightened One. I'm not more in touch with the Divine than anyone else.
While I'm writing these, I do invoke my Discordian Pope title. That does not make me an authority. I took the expensive route to Discordian Papacy: I bought a ten dollar used copy of the Steve Jackson Games printing of the Principia Discordia and then made a fifteen cent photocopy at FedEx Kinkos of the page with the Be Your Own Pope card. That does not elevate me above anyone else. All who decide to join the Golden Apple Corps of Eris are equally in the Discordian Papacy.
I'll own up to a thing: back when I was in late high school or my year of college, I came to identify with the label of anarchism or libertarianism coming to it from left-leaning reasons. For instance, at that time, gay marriage was a controversial issue and not yet legal across the United States of America, and I had a simple stupid solution: marriage is no longer a legal status for anyone straight or gay, the government just doesn't do marriage anymore. Marriage equality achieved.
Anyway, as a budding anarchist, attempting to have a consistent moral philosophy of life, I started thinking about Christianity, particularly the church my parents had been raising me in. If top down authority and distinctions of station are evils when talking about the world of human politics, are they any less so when applied to religion? Long story short, maybe God exists, but he's a tyrant and All Clergy Are Bastards.
Today's reading is from The Gospel of Mary Magdalene I'm drawing my wording from The Essential Gnostic Gospels translated by Alan Jacobs published by Watkins 2009:
Then Jesus greeted them saying, “Peace be with you all.
Take my peace into your Selves; be watchful so nobody leads
you astray claiming “Look there, look here for the son of man.”
I tell you that the son of man is within you all!
Seek him inside; those who search diligently
and earnestly shall surely find him.
Then leave and preach the truth of the Kingdom
to those with ears to hear;
don't invent rules beyond those I've given.
Don't make laws like law-makers do
or else you'll be held back.”
After he had said this he left.
[I'm skipping a bit to get to the next part I want to quote]
Mary answered, “What's concealed from you I'll tell;
I saw him in a vision and I told him.
He said, “Blessed are you that your strength
wasn't shaken by my appearance,
for where the heart is lies buried treasure.”
[another skip still Mary talking]
When my soul had conquered ignorance it rose up
and saw the fourth power, which assumes seven forms.
The first is darkness, the second desire, then ignorance,
fear of death, power of the flesh, foolish reason,
and self-righteous pedantry.
These are the powers of anger and doubt; they ask,
“From where did you come, killer of men;
where are you heading, slayer of space?”
My soul replied, “What bound me is dead,
what enveloped me has been vanquished;
my desires are over and ignorance is no more.
In this life I was freed from the world
and the chains of forgetfulness.
From now on I will rest in the eternal now;
for this age, this aeon, and in stillness.”
So today's lesson from POOKY is: Yeshua and Miriam also say no laws, free yourself from ignorance and pedantry.
Good Day of the Sun unto you all.
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marengogo · 1 year ago
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The Thing Is: - 3 : The Ni99a In The Room.
HARD PLACE - by H.E.R.  [I Used To Know Her]
[Music is a very big part of my life and I’m MOSTLY INCAPABLE of writing without music, so I just thought I'd share what I am listening to while writing this]
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Time to give elephants a break, so let’s talk about the ni99as in the room instead. So here I am offering my two cents, as one of your resident black people, cause I heard it’s about to be some tough years ahead, economically, so every cent will have to count I was not gonna say anything as I feel like this chapter 2 is surrounded by crazies, but the crazies done did it, so I needed to get this out of my chest. Oh and this sentence right here will be the only one where I will use the word nigga, as you’ve seen, I’m writing ni99a, in the same way in which I’d be writing fa99ot instead of faggot, which in a way is kinda related to what happened as Tae didn’t say the word, but regardless we all saw it being mouthed right? And, In case you just so happen to not know what went down, during his WEVERSE live, two days ago 28 August 2023, Tae was vibing to a song, during which, he didn’t say, but did mouth the word ni99a.   
As ALWAYS solos, in this case Tae’s, and diet ARMY began to deny everything, to the point in which they were downright gaslighting people, when it is all out there to see. And as always every non-black person, and their mamas, begin to yap, yap, and yap; but not listen to those who are directly affected by the usage of this particular word; us. Black people. And let me tell you, there’s been all ranges of reactions and opinions in regards, and when I say all ranges, I mean ALL.
I, for example, once it was clear that it he had indeed mouthed ni99a, loudly sighed and mentally yelled at Tae “for fuck sake!”. I personally feel that Tae’s heart is in the right place, he is not the type of person to intentionally mean to harm anyone and it wasn’t like he was yelling ni99a, while wearing a durag over cornrows. YET it was made clear that he didn’t understand the fact that “just not saying it, isn't enough” meaning that there is a deeper level of understanding, which is still not clear to him and I, talking about me personally, can understand that. And how can this be fixed? BY ACKNOWLEDGING THAT IT HAPPENED IN THE FIRST PLACE AND CONSEQUENTLY PROVIDE MEANS TO FURTHER EDUCATE.
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But how, I ask you, is he to even realise any of this well now that he caused a ruckus he knows for sure, if the first thing the majority of “his fans” did was pretend like it didn’t happen? In order to what? Continue to make him look stupid and ignorant? Aren’t we supposed to be walking this path with him, and all the other members? As friends rather than fans? If your friend says or does something out of order, won’t you let them know? Doesn’t the same happen to you when you make a mistake? The saying is live and learn for a reason. To be honest with you, all I did was hope that perhaps having people like Namjoon, Yoongi and Hobi around, who are actually rappers and as far as I know haven’t been going around publicly mouthing ni99as left-and-right, would sit his ass down and explain what’s up.
That’s how I saw it, and I am sure there are other people who thought the same, BUT there is a whole other section of black fans who were deeply disappointed, aggravated and just felt frustration and hopelessness; and THAT is ALSO VALID. There are black fans out there who can’t comprehend why it is that Tae doesn’t know, or understand, still, after all this time, that even just mouthing ni99a is just as bad. These people feel like black lives don’t matter after all, that perhaps it was all just a facade and that the extra mile wasn’t taken, and now it has made this whole experience, being his fan, tainted. “But Tae didn’t mean …”, “But Tae didn’t …”, etc, it doesn’t matter; none of that changes the fact that what happened, happened and nobody has the right to tell anybody how to feel and react about anything that directly involves them.
If you are a non-black person, and perhaps don’t understand fully, and maybe, all you want to do is make things better for Tae, then LISTEN TO YOUR FELLOW BLACK FANS. Understand their emotions, the positive and the negative in particular, understand why it is jarring in some cases, and why it is not seen as a problem in others, but don’t discount one for the other. ALL BLACK OPINIONS MATTER. 
Trust me, our experiences come in all shapes and colors. An African American life will most likely be radically different from the one of an African European, such as myself. I never was called a nigga, in fact just using the word black in the purposefully harmful was offensive enough, even though the equivalent of ni99a exists, but also that was never used on me. Yet, what really aggravated me, was for example being refused a house, no matter how much money they possessed, which happened to a friend of mine I’ve moved out of that country long ago, just like me black, and just like me born in that country. So for those like us being called ni99a is the last of our worries; YET doesn’t mean it is not a real problematic, damning and serious issue for an African American. And then there’s Asian Africans … chile, and etc etc. As I said, all walks of life, all different triggers, same fucking skin.   
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The way I’ve always seen ARMY, was a benevolent force that is there with the boys in the good times and the bad times. This is an example of bad times. This is the time where ARMY can, in an educated manner, let their fav know that “hey, we know you didn’t mean it that way, but look, this, this, and that”, and if in this specific case it is probably impossible to reach them through the useless loud noise of the majority of the fandom in this stupidass chapter 2, then at least don’t go around hypocritically gaslighting and invalidating people’s emotions. As I said an I’ll keep repeating, I really do think that Tae’s heart is in the right place and just needs, some/more guidance, the way I see it, if I had to cut every friend that made a mistake in my life, I’d have to move to Mars, and many a person would send me to Venus based on my own mistakes.
I remember the time my brother was so angry at someone, not present, and described them as a fa99ot, and I literally gave him the lecture of a lifetime, we were at my church and he’s sinned in front of his pansexual sister “You know i wasn’t talking about you” he said “But that’s not the problem, is it? …” I began. Took a bit for him to properly understand and a while longer for him to stop using the word out of habit, but I haven’t heard him say it ever since, at least not in front of me, or in public, and for now, that is the most I can ask for. What he does in his private time, is his own karma, but none of that shit will happen around me. 
So I’m just going to hope that someone in his life is able to get to him, and help correct where needed. It would be great if ARMY helped as well where possible and all we have to do is watch and see how things change from here on. However, if there are people out there who are not ready to give Tae the benefit of the doubt, ever again, I’m afraid that this is a consequence of his actions and we have no place to tell these people otherwise. All we can do is listen, understand and keep it moving.  
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And that’s my 2 cents. I know I need to give y’all that CHAPTER 2 BPOST, keep bearing with me, that is a reaaaaaally long as blog, so it will come eventually. So be there for Tae if want, don't if you don't. It's a free world and once again, in such instances, all decisions and emotions are valid and ultimately, it is what it is. But most of all be kind with one another, don’t be scared of facing adversities, everything happens for a reason, and most of the time, it is not about the mistakes in itself, but is what you do after it or to prevent it from ever happening again.
Always respectfully yours.
Marengo. 
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franciya · 1 year ago
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My 2 cents nobody asked for:
1) It's a fact kids nowadays don't really care about the Muppets or even know who they are
2) Still saying "they will never be a franchise" it's all levels of stupid
3) The Electric Mayhem are not obscure characters, again surreal levels of stupid
4) Don't place the blame on timeless characters instead of Disney's mismanagement/lack of care for the FRANCHISE
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uorallstars18 · 11 months ago
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Day 2: Is She For Real?
I refuse to believe this girl is seriously still upset over something that happened on season 4 which was like what, 13 years ago??! Apparently Jordyn is still pressed over Gavin and I writing the fake email to Matthias on all stars 4 and is still blaming me til this day for trying to ruin her friendship with Aimee and supposedly messing with her personal life. Girl, give me a break. Like I said that was over a decade ago and I was 22 and a huge immature bitch. It wasn't my finest moment but we have all done stupid shit at one point or another on this show. I honestly didn't think she still cared this much but when she snubbed me when I tried to say hi earlier, I knew something was up. And then Jerry chiming in the argument with his two cents which nobody asked for, just riding Jordyn's dick. I've seen this man since season 4, we've done a whole other season together after that and he has never brought up any issues he's had with me. Hell I thought we were cool but I guess he's bi polar or just has no mind of his own. Whatever, fuck em both. I'm not the one bothered, just two more names added to the Marta hate train lol... ta.
Marta
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bisexualbumblebee-writes · 2 years ago
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Carrying the Banner Chapter 2: Songbird- Oscar Delancey x Hilda Beckett
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Hilda made her way towards the Manhattan distribution center, having been sent by Quinn after Staten’s prices were jacked up a whole ten cents. To say she was angry about it was an understatement. Upon arriving she was met with a crowd of newsies standing around the gate of the distribution center just as someone on the other side of it yanked it open. There were various yells of outrage and fear, which didn’t give her high hopes. 
“What’s going on here?” Hilda asked the nearest boy (who looked much better dressed than the other newsies). 
“They upped the prices for newspapers, sixty cents a hundred” the boy answered, looking a bit perplexed by her. She was used to that look from other boroughs, though. The boy who opened the gate took a step towards Hilda, eyes narrowed at her. He had never seen her before and newsies running in from all around town to chat about prices couldn’t help them. 
“Can I help you?” He asked sternly. Hilda turned to face him, returning the glare he was giving her. She was not in the mood for this. 
“If I got business with ya then I’ll talk to ya, but I don’t, so mind your own” she answered simply, crossing her arms. 
“Maybe we could head to The Journal,” the only other girl present anxiously suggested. 
“No use,” a boy with glasses responded as he jogs up to the group retorted. “They upped their prices too.”
“Well, let’s go to the sun then,” another boy spoke up, grabbing the other girl’s hand and beginning to pull her along until the guy in front of Hilda shouted above the crowd.
“It’s the same all around town, new day, new price.” he said before turning to Hilda, getting in her face. “I don’t appreciate the attitude, princess.” 
“And I don’t appreciate you getting all up in my face,” she retorted, shoving him away from her. “Outta my bubble, mouth breather.” The boy laughed humorously and shook his head before spitting at her feet. 
“Get the hell outta here before I beat your face in,” he threatened. Hilda opened her mouth to respond but was stopped when the boy she knew to be none other than Jack Kelly yanked the boy away from her. 
“Go be stupid somewhere else,” he snapped, then turned to Hilda. “Look, nobody is payin’ no new price.” The girl raised an intrigued eyebrow at him, crossing her arms.
“So- what, all the newsies are just gonna starve because they ain’t got money from selling to feed them or?” She asked incredulously. Rather than answer just her, Jack turned to the others. 
“All right, here's the deal: if we don't sell papes, then no one sells papes. Nobody gets to that window till they put the price back where it belongs.”
“You mean like a strike?” The boy Hilda had asked earlier piped up from the back of the group, making her turn to face him. 
“A strike?” She repeated.  
“We’re goin’ on strike?” The other girl asked confusedly.  
“Wait- hold on,” the boy shook his head quickly. “I didn’t say-”
“You heard Davey. We’re on strike,” Jack announced with a tone of finality, standing up on some crates. “We shut down this place like them workers shut down the trolleys.” 
Hilda couldn’t help but laugh as she turned to walk away, ready to report back to Staten Island. Oh, Scout was gonna love this. 
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Later that day Hilda sat in her lookout spot of the Staten Island lodging house, eyes glancing over the surrounding area intently when she noticed two people walking towards the building. It was two of the kids from the Manhattan distribution center this morning, the only girl and a boy. 
“Damn, you’re dark, Albert,” the girl laughed as they walked up the steps of the Staten lodging house. They both paused briefly upon hearing what sounded like a bird’s whistle though she didn’t see any birds around, but continued on anyway. What they didn’t notice was Hilda (known to everyone else as Birdie for her bird whistle call sign), had been the one to whistle the song. After doing so she popped her head into Scout’s window. 
“Hey, it’s those Manhattan newsies I was telling you about,” she informed her. “The ones that’re strikin’.” Quinn glanced at her window, standing from her bed.
“How many?”
“Just two,” the girl answered dutifully. Almost as if that was their cue, the boy and girl entered the lodging house. 
“I’d like to see Scout, wherever he may be,” he shouted out, puffing his chest up with confidence. A look of outrage overcame Quinn’s face. Boys weren’t often allowed in the Staten lodging house as they always caused some sort of trouble with the girls. So, with the fact that one had just barged in yelling like he owned the place, Quinn wasn’t happy. Hilda watched with a small smirk as Quinn walked over to the railing of the loft and hopped over it, landing on the first floor followed by a high pitched scream. For a moment she considered just staying in her lookout point, but she was too curious to not see why those two were here. So, she climbed through the window and walked over to the loft railing as the boy spoke. 
“We’re here to talk to Scout, not some little ragamuffin.” That got a laugh out of Hilda, making the boy and girl look up.
“You’re lookin’ right at her, mouth breather,” she spoke up with a smirk. The boy turned red at the revelation, glancing up at the unnamed girl, then back at Scout.
“God-” was all he could say.
“Wait, you’re Scout?” The girl asked with interest, trying to hold back a smile (though she was failing miserably). Quinn looked her over. She was small but mighty in her power stance with her arms crossed. 
“And what’s it to you? I oughta throw this kid out for talkin’ to me like that,” she retorted, pointing at the boy with her knife. 
“Don’t mind my friend, he’s dumber than a box of rocks and slower than molasses during winter,” she brushed off, stepping in front of the boy because she still (unfortunately) cared about him. “We wanted to talk to you about a strike we’re starting in Manhattan.” Scout laughed at the girl’s insult of her friend then turned her back on them, walking over to a tall chair. It looked like one that you’d see in a church during mass, and it kind of looked like a throne of sorts. It was fitting considering Scout was the leader. 
“Hilda hon, get down here will you? And grab our guests a drink,” she called up to the girl who still stood in the loft, as she perched herself on her throne.
“You got it boss,” the girl, Hilda grins, also hopping down from the loft much like Scout had done, though she was much more graceful about it. To be a lookout she needed to be quick, quiet and swift with her every move. 
It didn’t take her long to make three glasses of water for their guests and Quinn, and she listened to the girl’s rant as she walked over to the trio. She handed one to each of their guests and the third one to Scout before sitting in a smaller seat beside Scout’s throne. Scout laughed once the girl finished her speech. 
“Call me Quinn,” she said, glancing at Hilda with a look that said ‘get a load of this’ before facing Gemma with a smile. 
“Look sweetheart, it’s lovely of you to come out here. You’ve got a good head on your shoulders. But Jack Kelly is not the man I’m about to trust to lead my girls in the right direction,” she responded.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” The boy asked indignantly, earning an unimpressed look from Quinn. 
“What’s it mean?” She repeated. “It means that I’m not about to let him drag me into this and bail when there’s trouble. I run a tight ship around here and I’m not throwing care to the wind because a bunch of rowdy boys can’t do this on their own.”
“And there’s nothing we- I can do to convince you otherwise?” The girl asked, trying not to sound anxious as she set her glass down and crossed her arms. “We want this to work, and we wanna do whatever it takes to make it happen.” Quinn shook her head. 
“I know and I’m sorry, but look around. We’re affected by the price raise but not as much as Manhattan or Brooklyn. We have a family here that looks out for one another when we’re down on our luck, it’s not every man for himself. If Jack can show me he can be organized and civilized and not run at the first opportunity then I’ll consider, but for now we’re going to keep working hard and doing what we’ve always done,” she said. She leaned back and looked at Hilda with an impressed look. 
“I’m surprised she’s not living here,” she laughed out, turning back to the girl. “You’re one of the only girls living in the Manhattan lodging house, aren’t you?”
“I am,” she nodded. “It’s me and sometimes a few other girls, but they usually have another place to sleep. Other than that it’s all boys.”
“She’d be a good fit here,” Hilda commented nonchalantly, leaning back in her seat and earning another laugh from the leader. 
“You’re a tough girl, all of these girls didn’t last in other lodging homes,” she complimented as she stood. “C’mon, we’ll give you a tour..”
“She don’t need a tour, we’ll be on our way,” the boy interrupted with an indignant expression. Quinn looked around as if she had heard something in the distance. 
“Did you hear somethin, Birdie?”
“Not a thing, Scout,” Hilda played along with a smirk. “Even if I did, I believe it was Gemma that you were talking to, not anyone else.” The girl remained silent for a moment, looking between the boy and Quinn thoughtfully. After a moment she faced the boy.
“If you wanna head back, you can. I’ll catch up” she offered, making Quinn snicker as she did a little stretch. 
“You’re lucky I even let you in here, kid,” she said offhandedly to the boy, earning a huff from the boy as he stepped back. 
“I guess I’ll deliver the news,” he mumbled and turned to walk out, making his way down the steps of the lodging home. The girl watched him until he was out of sight. 
“He really doesn’t mean any harm,” she offered to Hilda and Quinn. “He’s just…not used to seeing a lodging home filled with girls. Neither am I, to be honest.” She laughed quietly.
“Well, welcome. Things run a little differently around here, don’t they Birdie?” Quinn responded as she led the girls into the bunk room, opening the door. Hilda watched as the girl looked around in awe, trying not to laugh. 
“I- wow…” The girl trailed off slowly. 
“Just a little” Hilda joked, amused by her reaction, earning yet another laugh from Quinn as she leaned up against the bunk. 
“Each of our girls have their own space, we rotate bunks every month so there’s no fighting over space, and each girl has a weekly role in cleaning or errand running,” she explained, leaning down to pick up a stray pillow, one of the only out of place elements, and tossing it onto a bunk. 
“That’s amazing,” the girl laughed, somewhat in disbelief. “And there’s never any fighting?” 
“Well of course there are fights sometimes,” Hilda laughed softly. “But there’s always a mediator. Usually it’s Quinn, but sometimes I do it or another girl does it. Fights never last long because we understand each other. We’re family here.” Once the girl got a good look at the room she allowed Quinn to lead her out to the kitchen. 
“Hungry?” She asked, as she set some stray dishes in the sink, trying to keep the place as clean as possible. 
“Oh, no thank you. I appreciate, though,” the girl answered quickly but with a genuine polite smile before pausing in realization. “Wait, you guys have a kitchen?” 
“Of course, we have some really passionate future chefs here,” Quinn confirmed with a nod. “Birdie has a permanent position, but right now her additional weekly task is cooking, and she’s good. We all pitch in for groceries, and we all eat together at 7:00 on the dot.”
“Wow,” the girl muttered, impressed. “Man I’m lucky if I have anything other than bread from the church and water from the bathroom sink. Our kitchen is basically a large storage closet.” She laughed. At first Hilda laughed, assuming that she was joking, but it faded after a moment when she realized she was, in fact, not joking. Quinn, meanwhile, stared at the girl like she was crazy. 
“You at least have a separate bathroom, right?” She asked with concern. “Like your own tub and space to change?” 
“No?” SHe said confusedly “I share with the rest of the guys. But it’s okay I’ve gotten used to changing around them. They’re usually respectful when it comes to baths, though.” Her response was met with worried and bewildered glances from Hilda and Quinn. 
“Jack really hasn’t given you your own space?” The latter asked incredulously. “I- You know you’re always welcome here, I encourage it. That can’t be good for you livin like that with a bunch of boys, no structure, struggling to eat, no privacy.” 
The stared at her in silence for a moment before answering. 
“I… I’d like to think about it. If you don’t mind.”
“Don’t stress it, but consider it,” the leader responded with a small nod, rubbing her back gently. She smiled gratefully and nodded before looking around. 
“I should be heading back,” she muttered before facing Quinn again. “Thank you for the tour.”
“Anytime. Come by if you’re ever hungry or need a break, we’re always happy to have you,” the girl reminded her, taking a step back towards Hilda. 
“Thanks again” she nodded and smiled at them one last time before heading out.
“I have never been so worried about someone in my life” Hilda muttered once the girl was out of sight. Quinn let out a laugh.
“And Jack wants me to join his stupid strike,” she shook her head. “Treatin’ girls like that.”
“You’d think they’d have a bit more respect for her,” she shrugged, then giggled and shook her head. “Hopefully she’ll come to her senses.” And that was that.
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tattah-art · 6 years ago
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Omg...the debate about Lucio's character is real. And all it took was an update where you follow him to get postcards 😂
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befehlvonganzunten · 3 years ago
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rewatched every spider-man movie for obvious reasons and now here i am adding my two cents even though nobody asked me to.
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the raimi trilogy
COMEDY GOLD. pure nostalgia. willem dafoe as the green goblin will always be my favourite spidey villain. the camp is intentional and i love it. screaming women EVERYWHERE. doc ock my beloved. james franco’s face makes me want to throw my tv out of the window. hilarious extras. every frame is a meme.
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the amazing spider-man 1 & 2
they’re not THAT bad you guys are just being mean. (gotta admit that the harry storyline was fucking stupid, tho.) every time andrew garfield cries i end up crying, too. also: his version of spidey has the BEST interactions with kids. GWEN 💔. the effects are actually really good. same goes for the montages. and the swing scenes. ngl i felt sorry for max dillon. sony did andrew dirty and i will never forgive them for that.
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the ‘home’ trilogy
GREAT song choices. love the coming of age aspect of this trilogy. the animated credits are beautiful. MICHELLE JONES WATSON EVERYONE. the vulture actually had a point. may being sexualized by men left and right is my villain origin story. can we stop talking about tony stark for ONE FUCKING SECOND. liz deserved better. ned leeds is an angel. everyone is bi. mr harrington deserves a medal. the banter is always on point. as is the awkwardness. nwh broke me but i loved every second of it.
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into the spider-verse
UNBEATABLE. a masterpiece. a lesson in filmmaking and storytelling. a cinematic gem. a love letter to spider-man. i have no words. (can’t wait for the sequel.)
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conclusion
i like spider-man and i like spider-man movies. rewatching these before i went to see nwh was fun and i will never understand why people keep fighting over who’s the best spider-man when they’re all pretty great.
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a-lil-perspective · 2 years ago
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I swear to God if one (1) more person gets a bitch complex about my budding relationship I’m going to snap.
I don’t care if you’re “just asking”.
I don’t care that you’re my “big sister” and “just trying to look out for me.”
And I ESPECIALLY don’t care that you’re “just” trying to “help me” because “I’ve never been in a relationship before.”
Everybody fucking LOVES to remind me how I’ve never been in a relationship before. Thanks bitch! I had no fucking idea!!!
Everybody fucking loves to give me hell for it and then when I am on the verge of a relationship everyone gets all pissy about it.
I can think for my goddamn self!!!! Seriously! I don’t fucking need somebody to get all up in the air because I, an adult, innocuously cuddled with a man, an adult, the other day. That doesn’t mean I’m gonna let him get in my pants, or that he’s just a piece of shit who only wants to get in my pants. (And even if!!! It’s not anyone else’s business!! I swear the fucking audacity!!!) Like not everybody in the world is that way! It’s not so black and white! Take it from me, as cynical as they come. I’m telling you. There are really good, wholesome people out there.
Like shit man. I don’t think I know how to explain how crushing of a feeling that is, to want so badly to share this feeling of happiness bubbling over inside of me because of an experience I cherish so deeply only to be met with criticism and disappointment and discourse. This is why I have trust issues and am so fucking private and don’t tell people jack shit. Not even my own family. Especially my own family. God.
I know how to make my own boundaries—just because I grew up in an abusive environment, doesn’t mean I’ve lost every bit of sound thinking and rationale I have. Just because 🎤I’VE NEVER BEEN IN A RELATIONSHIP BEFORE doesn’t mean I’m a fucking idiot, or naive, or childish. I’m NOT. I have been alone my entire life. I’ve had a LONG time to think about this. What I want from a relationship, the kind of person I’m searching for, the boundaries I’m willing to set or let go. The beliefs I won’t sacrifice.
Literally I have been preparing for this like a game of chess. I have spent so many lonely nights by myself, by my wretched fucked up self making moves and countermoves. I don’t fucking need somebody to come and give their stupid 2 cents worth. I don’t want it.
It’s not that I’m being stubborn. It’s that I’m sick of everybody treating me like I’m a fucking idiot and know nothing—and then wonder why I feel so badly about myself!!! Nobody’s ever expected anything of me. I finally find a sliver of happiness in just this human companionship and somebody always has to come rain on my parade. Always.
Now I’m fucking in shambles and letting it get under my skin but God I’m just so sick of everything. I was kidding myself. Nobody will ever understand me or my headspace, the kind of provisions I try to make for myself, the fight for my life every single day. Nobody gets it. They just blow hole in me, then say; “Is something wrong? :/ ”
No. I guess not.🙃
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lola-andheruniverse · 3 years ago
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So I just watched 11x09! Pretty neat episode, good pacing, lots of things happened (thank God) and not one to demolished our ship. Yey!
First of all, I'm so happy TWD is back! I really missed this zombie telenovela full of nonsensical action scenes and contrived dialogues hashtag my favourite show.
Nobody asked me but here are my few cents about it, I tried not to be too spoilery and I don't know how to add cut on the app so proceed carefully:
TWD SPOILERS TWD SPOILERS
1. All the action scenes with exploding zombies and all just felt a little meh to me. Like I think they were properly done yeah but I don't get on the edge of my seat anymore. Guess that's okay, too many years watching these fucking dumb zombies to feel threatened by them. TWD zombies got nothing compared to TWD spoilers.
2. Gracie really needs to learn how to defend herself. Loved all Aaron scenes, as usual.
3. Don't have anything to elaborate about Lydia. She's babe and deserves all acceptance and happiness and love and I hope we will see more of her on 11b.
4. Father Gabriel had is chance to talk to the religious Reaper and it was marvelous. Great scene, great pay off! I wish he got the chance to meet Pope as well, but we need to be happy for whatever crumbs this show gives us. He and Rosita..I think she's still mad he left with Maggie to a suicide mission and managed to get back alive but just barely. Girl was just really tired after fighting dozens of walkers in the middle of a storm and really hungry and that's what saved him of a 'cabron, I told you so', fucking stupid man'. They still a strange pairing but they really felt like a married couple with things to discuss on their reunion.
5. Talking about married couples who need to have a conversation cough caryl cough that little hug full of relief and tension and let's talk about it later because we are still stranded but we love each other hug cough. So nice to see Daryl hugging his family, Carol taught him to be a hugger and now he can have all the hugs he wants. He deserves them all. D*nnie reunion was very sweet and not charged with heavy emotions AT ALL. And to think people were talking about a new Terminus hug. They really need to stop exaggerating on spoilers before a caryler has a heart attack induced by stress. Am I the only one who thought it was interesting to not see Daryl's facial expressions when he hugged the Dixon family but that we did see his face when he hugged C*nnie? And the juxtaposition of that scene with Carol and Maggie reuniting? AK we know what you're doing, you're not mysterious at all.
6. They are really keeping RJ on silence because the boy can't act. Poor kid. He's still very cute looking at his apple with his neutral face.
7. We got our Alden question answered and it shocked 0 people. I liked the dude but he won't be missed. Anyways, I thought it was a beautiful scene delivered by Lauren Cohan.
8. Couldn't care less about Maggie x Negan sorry but I'll miss him serving as comic relief. I feel we'll have another Negan bottle episode on the near future and I don't know how to fell about it.
9. All the Reapers are gone except Leah. She'll steal more precious screen time with her drama but what can we do besides pray to have her ass kicked by Carol, right?
BEST SCENE OF THE WHOLE EPISODE: Eugene lonely clapping after introducing Lance to our exhausted and suspicious Team Family. Chef kiss 🤌
Also..where is Nabila and her adorable kids? Jerry, what they did to your family? They = TPTB
And that's it, I'm ready to the Commenwealth bonkers spoilers now. Send them all!
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chrisevansluv · 2 years ago
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Here is my 2 cents even thou nobody asked me. We are all allowed to have different opinions and it takes a mature person to say guess what I don’t agree with what you are saying but I respect your opinions, love you and are still gonna be your friend.
I find the people who unfriend someone because of different opinions are childish and selfish.
Last thing Lucy isn’t it nice when the trash takes itself out.
Another anon:
"What's wrong with people all this for speaking what is right, they are hating on the matter of that stupid drama 🙄"
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danielxricciardo · 4 years ago
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Song lyrics prompt list
1. “It’s the little things about us, that I love so much.”
2. “Last night I told you I loved you // woke up blamed it on the vodka”
3. “It’s a better place since you came along”
4. “You make me love the things I hate “
5. Just a paper sheet and half a cigarette are left in my hand
6. Your faith walks on broken glass
7. "And can you teach me how to dance real slow?"
8. "I'll throw away my faith, babe, just to keep you safe"
9. "One night, you won't forget the rest of your life"
10. "We only said goodbye with words"
11. "I'll try to give you love until the day you drop"
12. "I like the pretty boys with the bow tie"
13. "Lets get drunk forget what we did"
14. Your kisses lift me higher
15. When you're ready we can share the wine
16. "And if you don't love me now you will never love me again"
17. "Why'd you have to go and make things so complicated?"
18. "When there's nothing to lose and there's nothing to prove"
19. She's the kind of girl who only asks you over when its raining, just to make you lie there catching water dripping from the ceiling.
20. Now I understand, you're a human, and you got to lie, you're a man
21. The good and the bad times: we've been through them all.
22. Now I ain't educated but I sure ain't stupid
23. I grew up in the shoes they told me I could fill
24. It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep
25. A lover would just complicate my plans
26. And in the morning, i’ll be with you, but it will be a different kind
27. My heart is yours, it’s you that i hold on to
28. And with one kiss, you inspired a fire of devotion that lasts for twenty years
29. I let go of my claim on you, it’s a free world
30. I’m in my bed, and you’re not here and there’s no one to blame, but the drink in my wandering hands
31. Cause you gave me peace and i wasted it, I’m here to admit that you were my medicine
32. Oh, dear diary, i met a boy, he made my doll heart light up with joy. Oh, dear diary, we fell apart, welcome to the life of electra heart
33. For you, I would cross the line, I would waste my time, I would lose my mind
34. Is it really me you're missing?
35. Remember that night?
36. How many times can I break till I shatter?
37. As long as I breathe, I’ll call you my home
38. "You wouldn't know love if it crushed your fucking chest."
39. "When we scream our lips don't make a sound."
40. "Please don't let me sink, wrap your arms around me and carry me home."
41. "This hasn't torn us apart so nothing ever will."
42. "A long time ago we believed that we were united."
43. "I miss the person that you were but I don't miss you."
44. "If home is where the heart is, why do I feel so fucking heartless?"
45. "I can't live, I can't breathe with or without you just go away."
46. "I'm not afraid to die, I'm afraid I'll survive and have to watch you suffer."
47. "I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away."
48. "I'm not like you I just fuck up."
49. "All because of you I believe in angels, not the kind with wings, no not the kind with halos. The kind that bring you home when home becomes a strange place."
50. "I just want to go to sleep and never wake up again."
51. “I wish people liked me more.”
52. “How could I ever love someone else?”
53. “I guess you’re getting everything you want.”
54. “She probably gives you butterflies.”
55. “I hope that you’re okay.”
56. “I defended you to all my friends.”
57. “I never cared about what they say, only care about me and you”
58. “Either way i’m gonna lose, so i’m just gonna keep on loving you”
59. “You know i’m bad at communication, it’s the hardest thing for me to do”
60. “Iwas your lover, i was your friend, now I’m only just someone you call when it’s late enough to forget”
61. “It’s fucked up but it’s true that i love you like i do”
62. “Well we both had nights waking up in strangers beds but i don’t wanna, don't wanna, i don’t wanna give up yet”
63. “Tell me I’ve got it wrong somehow.”
64. “I’m begging for you to take my hand.”
65. “I can’t make it go away by making you the villain.”
66. “He feels like home.”
67. “I’d be breaking all my rules to see you.”
68. “But I know you’re not scared of anything at all.”
69. “When can I come back?”
70. “I’m ready to owe you anything”
71. “I’ll always look best in your head”
72. “I know you know it’s wrong, but I’m ready”
73. “All I ever want is breaking me apart.”
74. “Let's talk sweetly like all our love is false.”
75. “You put a fire in my heart, painted blood on my stars, gave me faith.”
76. “I wanna meet your girlfriend, she sounds nice.”
77. “How is kissing me so wrong?“
78. “Can’t you see that I’m already yours?”
79. “I’ve been losing track of the romantic sh*t I’m tryna say but basically I love you"
80. “I don’t wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your lips, I wanna kiss you until I lose my breath”
81. “I apologize for all your tears, I wish I could be different but I’m still growing up into the one you can call your love”
82. “I’m out of my head, of my heart, of my mind cause you can run but you can’t hide, I’m gonna make you mine”
83. "I never loved someone the way that I love you"
84. "It's the way that you know what I thought I knew, it's the beat that my heart skips when I'm with you"
85. "I hope she gettin' better sex, hope she ain't fakin' it like I did, babe"
86. “I know we’re young and people change and we may never feel the same”
87. “I can’t change the world, but maybe I’ll change your mind”
88. "You don't own me. Don't tie me down 'cause I'd never stay."
89. "Leave everything that is worth a single cent and just take me instead."
90. "And then I got you off your knees, put you right back on your feet, just so you can take advantage of me."
91. "Hey, I can't let you go with nobody. Cause I love you, baby."
92. "Tell me that it wasn't my fault and that I was enough for you."
93. "We were good at faking forever, I get it, whatever."
94. "Cause you had your chance and you blew it. Yeah, you ripped it up and you chewed it."
95. "Well, I'm too busy for your business. Go find a girl who wants to listen."
96. "Stop looking at me with those eyes, like I could disappear and you wouldn't care why."
97. "Oh, we could do whatever you want, but boy, don't go falling in love, you can't stay with me, all you'll ever have is one day with me"
98. "I pray the medication slow me down, but that shit doesn't work when you're around"
99. "Told her that I loved her once and now she'd kill for me"
100. "What the tell were we? Tell me we weren't just friends"
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dream-of-kpop · 5 years ago
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Ateez Works at Walmart [2/2]
[the saga ends...well for now]
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San:
*customer speaks to San in Spanish asking if he can speak Spanish*
San's response: "...Un poco." *trembles*
Just started working there and is scared he's gonna get fired
He has the most fun pulling carts around and yelling to his friends from a distance
San: "YUNHO HIIIII!!!!"
Yunho: *waves then finishes bagging a customer's groceries*
Races pulling carts with his co-worker
Eats nothing but Pop Tarts on his lunch break
At 2pm, the associates have to organize the merch on the shelves
San takes his time to make sure everything looks neat
*Someone throws a random item onto his shelves*
San: "You lazy ass-"
Makes simple objectives way harder than they need to be
Accidentally knocked a glass off the shelf and watched it smash into smithereens
Oh right, his actual job is moving packages from the back room to the departments so he wasn't even supposed to be over there
And by over there, I mean Hongjoong's department
Hongjoong got in trouble that day
Stood on a cart to see if it would hold his weight; it almost flipped
San is really trying ok-
San: *empty box falls on him* "Thank god nobody saw that."
San: *falls on pallet* "Thank god nobody saw that either."
While working freight, they often bop to some loud ass music
San: *throws box then milly rocks*
Puts packages in the wrong departments all the time
Got a paper cut and couldn't find any bandaids
Like I said, San is trying-
Yeosang:
15 minute breaks suddenly turn into 30 minute ones
Wooyoung would do the same but he's highkey scared he'll get caught
Yeosang is only one that listens to music, brave enough to break the rules
Hasn't gotten caught yet
*3 weeks later, he did get caught*
*Ok, he grew his hair out so he could hide his Airpods*
He started a revolution; now other co-workers wear their airpods too
One night, a manager asked him to clean up the shoe department; somehow the woman's side was worse than the men's
Yeosang: *sees hair on sandals* "Ew...dirty ass..."
Runs into old classmates all the time
Unlike with Seonghwa, when people stare at him he feels very pissed off
Yeosang: *inside his head* "Don't come in my aisle, don't come in my aisle, don- DAMMIT."
Mingi: "Heyyyyyy, I'm bored asf."
90% of the time he does pickup and delivery for customers
The other 10%, he stands outside making sure people have their masks on
You would be surprised how angry people get because of it
Yeosang: "We can't let you in without a mask."
Karen: "THIS IS STUPID, I'M CALLING MY BOSS ABOUT THIS-"
Karen: *comes back 2 minutes later* "Um, nevermind."
Yeosang was once told that he looked high when he wasn't
He's just mentally exhausted like the rest of us
When his feet hurt he turns into a sad bitch
Yeosang: "4 more hours of this shit..." *a tear drop slides down his cheek*
It's hard for him to be on his phone, Seonghwa is EVERYWHERE
*Yeosang stands in an empty aisle by himself*
Seonghwa: "GET OFF OF YOUR PHONE YEOSANG-"
Yunho:
Yunho: "Excuse me." *plows through Yeosang's pile of boxes with his cart*
Yeosang was in the way that's why
There's one attractive person that works there, he doesn't have a crush, they're just eye candy honestly
Yunho: *looks around* "WHERE ARE THEY??? Oh shit I see them-"
They never notice him *sad cowboy face*
He's a cashier and occasionally works in customer service
So he has to deal with many...many...aggravating customers
Imagine how high his blood pressure must be
*watches 2 customers argue*
Customer: "I'M FROM THE BRONX, WE CAN TAKE THIS OUTSIDE!"
Asked a co-worker if they know where the book, "The Art of Not Giving a Fuck" is and they looked at him weirdly
Deals with "Karens" on a day to day basis
There's always that one customer that's trying to get a deal
Lady: "I saw this in the clearance section. Can I get it any cheaper?"
Yunho: *scans item* "It's 50 cents tho."
He's still waiting on his discount card but it hasn't been 90 days yet
He wants to quit but what options does he have?
Refuses to use the hand sanitizer; it smells so fucking bad
Yunho: *puts on hand sanitizer* *sniffs* "...OH-"
Good news, they switched it out
Raps to rap songs out loud when he feels sad
A guy tried to promote his mixtape to him
Yunho said he would listen to it but hasn't yet
Slightly brags to everyone about how much money he's making
Yunho: "My checks look like $700 a week soOoOO, I'm making hella cash."
Ateez: "Ok."
His co-worker got Covid and now he's paranoid
Wooyoung:
*box says "BTS" written on it*
*his heart races with excitement, but...it's just a box of plain notebooks*
Wooyoung: "Oh, 'BTS' stands for 'Back to School'..."
Customers find him adorable so it's rare when they get upset/impatient with him
Heard a mom yelling at her kid and wasn't sure if he should intervene or not
Has a soft spot for other fellow Walmart employees he meets
Wooyoung: "I now understand the bullshit that you go through."
The store is all over the place but he wants to give them the benefit of the doubt...don't
Works the jewlery counter; he can't even enjoy an hour of lunch without hearing, "ASSISTANCE AT THE JEWLERY COUNTER" 10 times
Wooyoung: *takes a bite of his sandwich* "Guys I gotta go."
Yunho: "Alright. See you later then."
*Wooyoung leaves in a hurry*
Junho: "You wanna split his sandwich?"
Wooyoung's patience is wearing very thin *gEt it?*
Wooyoung: "I'm sorry, but who gets jewelry at Walmart?"
*Junho slides hand off of the display case*
Wooyoung: "I can still see your rings and bracelets through the glass dude."
Mingi: "For $12.98 the watches do be looking kinda right ngl."
Was happy to work there, but not anymore
Constantly gets his name mispronounced
Manager: "Wooyin."
Wooyoung: "It's Wooyoung-"
Manager: "Wooyun, can you do aisle A2 and A3?"
It makes him hate the job even more when customers will cut him off in the middle of talking
Wooyoung: "This necklace is-"
Man: "What about these earrings???"
Wooyoung: "They are-"
Man: "Oooo my wife is gonna love these."
Rants to San about his troubles
San had his Airpods in his ears the whole time and Wooyoung didn't notice
As soon as his shift ends, his ass is jetting out the exit
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hyungwonthefraud
*another cart runs over my foot*
pt.1
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princesssarcastia · 4 years ago
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yes, ghosts CAN time travel, actually, don’t be such a Richard, Klaus
titled “frozen time between hearses and caskets” in my fic folder, aka idea #3 from my poll two weeks ago on which Umbrella Academy Season 2 fic I should write.  vague vibes also from this poem which I adore; “I AM TIRED OF RE-WRITING TRAGEDY WITHOUT CHANGE. LET THEM LIVE. LET THEM LEARN. LET THEM LOVE.”  Because let people grow, goddammit.
this mess to follow is dedicated to @levhach, the only respondent to my poll.  I hope you enjoy!  also dedicated to Klaus’ genuine kindness and empathy for others in season 1, may it rest in peace.
                                        —————————
“Well, unfortunately, ghosts can’t time travel,” Klaus says, playing at exasperated and put-upon.
“Klaus, don’t be an asshole,” Ben intones from the corner of the room, but Klaus can hear the edge of desperation in his voice. 
It’s been years since either of them could even lay eyes on their siblings, let alone speak to them. When Allison appeared at the edge of that pool, it was like heroin; that kind of emotional high could be addictive, if he let it, and he would know.  Seeing and being seen are kind of important, apparently.
Nobody ever sees Ben but Klaus.
Except for three years ago, in Vanya’s theater.
Klaus heaves a sigh, letting his shoulders rise and fall.  “Oh, fine, you big baby.” He throws up his hands as they take on a distinctly blue hue.
And the whole room…stops.
“Ben,” someone says, or maybe they all say it, and then Diego is in front of their dead teenaged brother and clutching desperately at his stupid leather jacket, and Ben is clutching back and crying. 
He sighs again, for real this time, and lets them have this moment.  Even Five seems swept up in the emotion of it all, hovering just on the edge of the crowd with his hands stuffed in his pockets and a constipated look on his face.
“So that’s our brother?” Vanya says from right behind him, jesus christ!
“God, we should have put a bell on you,” Klaus says.  “Yeah, that’s Ben.”
“Ben,” Vanya draws out his name, like she’s trying it out, and Klaus glances back at her.  There’s a hint of some je ne sais quoi, a glimmer of confused grief, in her eyes—like she wants to cry with no idea why, or how.
Vanya, who got teary when they stepped on ants as kids, went berserk and killed the whole world…and then conveniently forgot all about it.  Hmm. Klaus has some ideas about that, personally, but he sees no need to share with the class; in his experience, people will remember terrible shit in their own time.  Trying to force it will only set her off again.
Plus, he’s not nearly drunk enough for that conversation, even after a morning of margaritas with Allison, who’s turned into a wonderful enabler.
Ben finds him briefly from the center of their little gaggle of siblings, seemingly content with more attention than he’s had in decades.
“I missed you all,” he hears Ben say, and watches their dead brother look at Vanya with grief that isn’t confused at all.
They stumble out of Allison’s house, away from her lovely husband—really, Klaus can’t even begin to explain how hard it is to find a partner willing to hide a body for you—and straight into the car Klaus sped over here in.  Diego, of course, insists on driving, but Allison is still upset over Raymond and Klaus can’t be bothered, so it works out.
Ben calls shotgun and Klaus automatically pulls Allison into the backseat with him.
“I just,” Allison clears her throat, “Vanya?”
“Again?  What are the odds, am I right?”  Klaus jibes, and flinches dramatically away from Allison when she elbows him.
“Last time, it was Luther and the rest of you morons that set her off.  But none of us have seen her since she left after the dinner from hell, so it couldn’t have been one of us.”
“What is she even doing in the federal building in the first place?”  Ben asks.
Klaus hums, “good point, Ben,” and relays it to the others.
He can hear the leather steering wheel creak as Diego tightens his grip.  “I don’t—I’m not sure, I was moving pretty quickly to avoid getting caught at Headquarters.”
“But?”  Allison prompts when he doesn’t continue.
“But,” Diego’s jaw tightens, “I think she got arrested.  By the FBI?”
“The FBI?” Klaus screws up his face.  “Who the hell—Allison, did you get her involved with the SJCC in the, what, ten minutes we were all together?”
“No, no I didn’t.  But…I mean, someone named Vanya with memory loss in 1963 when the president is in town…” Allison trails off, like the words she emphasized will make some sort of sense when put together.
“They think she’s a communist spy,” Diego says flatly.
“Oh!”  Klaus exclaims.  “Oh,” he repeats, when that sinks in.  “Oh, that—that won’t be good.”
“No, it won’t,” Ben agrees.
Silence fills the car like Agent Orange, and Klaus is just choking on all the implications.
His ears haven’t rung like this since helicopters and machine guns and Dave and medic!  I need a fucking medic!, but Klaus foists the memory back into the arms of his subconscious because now’s not the time for a panic attack, goddammit. 
Allison and Diego are saying something, but he can’t quite hear them; it’s hard to focus with wave after wave of energy flowing into him and into him, into that terrible void he doesn’t like to think about and in fact has spent his whole life drowning out. The energy Vanya is pulsating through the federal building feels like nails on the chalkboard of his soul. 
“Question, guys,” he interrupts, “Who are we trying to save Vanya from, again?”
“The FBI,” Diego, Allison, and Ben all say together, and in the same you’re-an-idiot-Klaus tone of voice, too, isn’t that adorable.
Joke’s on them, he’s about to say something relevant. “But if they’re all sucking ceiling right now, why hasn’t she stopped?”
All the bodies scattered about with their eyes burnt out of their skulls is a pretty graphic kind of horrific, even for Klaus, who’s seen pretty much every kind of dead body there is.
Actually…
Klaus waves to get Ben’s attention.  The others turn to look at him and Klaus ignores them.  “Why aren’t there any ghosts?” He shouts, hands still tight around his ears.
Not Ben, though.  He’s just standing there, arms at his sides, like Vanya’s energy isn’t on quite the same wavelength for him as it is for the rest of them.  “I don’t,” he frowns, “yeah, that is weird.  Can’t you feel that, though?”
Klaus hesitates, then nods back, refusing to explain to Allison and Diego when they make encouraging gestures.  There’s no way to articulate it to them, anyway, not in time for them to understand what it means that Vanya can affect his connection with Ben.  That Vanya can, apparently, banish the other ghosts, the ones Klaus isn’t anchoring here in the land of the living.
Pressure is building in too-tight air, like a balloon pushed to the brink of bursting.  According to Diego, Vanya will defrost the Cold War in another fifteen, maybe twenty minutes or so. 
“Can Ben go find out what’s going on with her, then?”  Diego shouts at him, and Klaus looks at Ben, who nods and strolls down the hallway more easily than they could, but it feels…weird.  Something in his chest tightens, in that same place Vanya’s reaching and Klaus doesn’t like to be aware of it the way he’s forced to be right now.
God, he wants a drink.
It takes almost five minutes for Ben to get there and back, and Klaus feels the blood drain out of his face when he gets a look at Ben’s expression.
“They hooked her up to some kind of generator.  Klaus, the readout says it’s up to a thousand volts,” Ben says quickly.  “She’s seizing pretty violently; I don’t think she even knows what she’s doing.”
Klaus lets out a blistering string of curses, the kind Sarge would be proud of—come to think of it, Klaus probably learned it from Sarge. 
“What, what is it?” Allison shouts, leaning in and trying to look where he’s looking, where Ben stands, intangible and desperate.
“They’re torturing her!” Klaus shouts back.
“So, this is some kind of defense mechanism?” Diego adds his two cents, though Klaus doesn’t think the what of this is really relevant right now.
“We have to go turn it off,” Klaus darts to look at Allison and Diego and then back at Ben.  Pressure keeps building in his ears, against his skin, in his brain, in his soul.  How the hell are we going to get back there?  He’s pretty sure they won’t even be able to stand, let alone walk a hundred and fifty feet.  They’ll pop like grapes before they reach the halfway point.
Allison and Diego are shouting something else, now, but it doesn’t matter, because Klaus is looking at Ben and Ben is looking at him and Vanya is reaching that point inside him that anchors Ben, even from all the way back here, and Vanya’s going to blow up this building with them inside it and start World War III and they can’t reach her but Ben can.
Ben can.
He shivers.
Seventeen plus years together means Klaus knows exactly what Ben is thinking, because he’s thinking it, too.
“Are you sure?” He leans into Ben’s space, and Ben crouches down so they’re eye to eye.
“I’m sure,” Ben says easily, like this is easy, god, what a prick.
Something twists in his chest, and he can’t tell if it’s Vanya or his own stupid feelings.  “No take-back-sies this time, mein bruder. If we do this—”
“We?” Ben raises his eyebrows and smirks.
“Oh, please, this is at least forty percent me and you know it,” Klaus narrows his eyes petulantly. 
His brother shifts weight he doesn’t have back onto his heels, freeing his hands to rise in front of him, palms toward Klaus.  “You remember the first time we tried this?”
“We?” Klaus mocks, but takes his own hands off his ears and presses them into Ben’s, letting that peculiar shade of blue envelop both their hands.  Not quite visible, not quite tangible, but it’s power.  Parts of Klaus flow into Ben like Vanya’s energy waves are crashing into everything around him, twining with the anchor between them until it’s a constant stream Ben can feed off of.
He sucks in a shuddery breath and blows out a shaky one.  Allison and Diego are staring at him, wide-eyed, but he keeps ignoring them in favor of Ben.
“Do you think she’ll remember me this time?” Ben asks, smiling at him in that soft way Klaus thought they’d agreed to stop doing years ago.  Rude!
Oh, what the hell. 
Klaus quirks a real smile at Ben and squeezes his hands.  “She’d better.”
“I remember everything.”
“Tell Klaus something for me, would you?”
fin.
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notanacousticsetcal · 4 years ago
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girl crush (lrh) - chapter one
request - nope! but my requests are now open.
summary - luke is 19 and 5sos is at the top of their game. daisy harlow is a solo artist becoming more popular by the day. daisy and luke “date” for publicity but some real feelings start to spark during their forced time together. the only problem? luke has a girlfriend.  
warnings - brief mention of an abusive father, not great relationship with her mom either, mentions of lonliness and she’s just kind of in pain? some anxiety.
word count - 1.7k
a/n - i’m planning on making this long so it might permanently move to wattpad for updating but i’ll let y’all know. also, its not clarified in this chapter but daisy’s mom is native hawaiian (polynesian).
My platform boots clack against the hardwood floors as I make my way to the stool perched center stage, a microphone resting expectantly atop it. I mentally curse myself for not touching my manicure up before the show as I stare anxiously down at my chipped nailpolish. I ring my fingers out before grabbing the mic and sitting down. I cross my legs and get comfortable as I wait for the musicians to get situated around me. It’s so quiet, you can hear the quiet chatter among bystanders in the hall. I stare at the ground uncomfortably. No matter how many times I perform, every single time without fail my hands shake and my mind races with the what-ifs. What if I mess up the lyrics and the band can’t follow me? What if I don’t take enough breaths and get all choked up? What if my voice cracks? What if I can’t hit the high notes? But once the melancholy guitar kicks in, I’m whisked away in the same chords I strummed that night on my apartment floor. The notes were a lot more choppy when I was playing them, my teary eyes obstructing my view. 
“Trying not to hold dear to my safety.” 
My hands shake. I think about my father’s face twisting in anger. I wondered what I had done this time. It was always something. That house was never a home. It was sewn together by my screams and my father’s bitter resentment. Things built on fragility crumble quickly.
“Prisoner to my miracles, save me.” 
I’m transported back to those stupid commercials. My mother dragged me all around Hollywood, passing me script after script. ‘Chin up, tamarii,’ she would say. ‘Smile big for the men in suits.’ When she found out I could sing, I was never allowed to close my mouth again. Whatever made her money. Whatever got her away from my father. At whatever cost to me.
“From the roof that I built myself, gave me.”
The day she left, so did I. Do you grieve for someone who is supposed to put you above all else? Whose job it is to keep you safe, but who fails? I left and I didn’t spare a second glance to that rickety old house. The last one on the right with the peeling yellow siding and splintered red door. The one that kept me safe and dry from the storms outside, but never the storms inside me. Or the storms inside my father. 
Everything I have now, I made myself. My mom took every cent she used me for with her, but she couldn’t take my music. And she didn’t take me.
“Only thing that I didn’t want more of was the feeling I couldn’t escape it.”
Physically, I would never have to see them again. So why wouldn’t they leave me alone? Not even my thoughts were safe.
“Waiting tables at a minute complaining that the phone would start ringing.”
Six months ago, I was waiting tables at Rico’s wondering when I could support myself doing what I love. Part of me wishes I could go back to the simplicity. I’ve never felt more alone than I do now. 
“But lately, my soul’s looking for a better way to deal with all the little changes that keep freaking me out. Wouldn’t hurt to figure out a better way of imitating so I don’t let me down. Sitting in the middle of a city with a million strangers and it's getting too loud.”
I let my voice express the emotion I’m feeling. Living in LA on my own has been a lot lonelier and colder than I expected. And what if this whole thing doesn’t work out? What if by tomorrow nobody likes me anymore? But above all, the person I’m most worried about disappointing is myself. Maybe because I’m all I have left. 
“Wouldn't hurt to figure out a better way of imitating so I don’t let me down.
So I don’t let me down.
So I don’t let me down.
Got no time to be overthinking. Can’t let thoughts in my head beat the demons that wanna drive me away for believing in the things that I was so sure of. 
Had to lie, end the fight, be my savior.
Emphasizing the light to my failures ‘cause it's not black or white in its nature.
When the plane lands I’m still looking for a better way to deal with all the little changes that keep freaking me out. 
Wouldn’t hurt to figure out a better way of imitating so I don’t let me down. Sitting in the middle of a city with a million strangers and it's getting too loud.
Wouldn’t hurt to figure out a better way of imitating so I don’t let me down…
Cause I keep thinking when the sun gets better, I’ll be dancing on my fears from yesterday…
And no, I can’t keep thinking when the sun gets better, I’ll be dancing on my fears from yesterday. Cause I’m still looking for a better way to deal with all the little changes that keep freaking me out. 
Wouldn’t hurt to figure out a better way of imitating.
So I don’t let me down.”
The last note carries for a moment more as I open my eyes to the small crowd in front of me. They applaud loudly, turning off the flashlights I didn’t notice they had on. I smile as they cheer, laughing at their unexpected enthusiastic nature. With that, the band begins to pack up and I stand to shake their hands, mine no longer trembling but instead, steady as a rock.
I walk off stage, reveling slightly in this short burst of confidence I get after performing. I’m led to a back room with TVs tuned in to the show. A commercial for OxyClean is playing. I miss Billy Mays. My manager is sitting on the couch with some middle aged man with a scruffy beard and a baseball cap. Once I catch her eye, she waves me over excitedly. “Daisy! Babes, come here. Got some exciting news.” Mariah pats a spot on the sofa next to her and I sit on the plush red material. 
“What’s up?” I ask hesitantly. I love Mariah to death -- the woman treats me like her own -- but she can be a little out there. I’ve had to turn down her extravagant ideas on more than one occasion. Once, she wanted me to perform while hooked into a harness, flying over the fans. Sounds more like something Gaga would do (and rock it), but it's just not me. 
Her signature red velvet lipstick is painted pristinely across her lips, per usual. She smiles warmly at me. “This kind man is Mr. Wilson. He’s the manager of a band called 5 Seconds of Summer! I’m sure you’ve heard of them, right doll?” She blinks at me expectantly and I smile politely. 
“Of course. I’ve heard some of their stuff. They’re great.” Mariah giggles excitedly.
“I’m so glad you think that, Daisy. Jack and I -- excuse me -- Mr. Wilson and I have been talking for a few weeks now about maybe arranging something between you.” Her expression turns nervous.
“What do you mean? Like a collaboration? Well, their stuff tends to have more of a punk edge, but--” Mariah cuts in, waving her hands dismissively. 
“No, no, not a collaboration. Though that might not be a bad idea for the future,” Mariah raises her brows, nudging Mr. Wilson with her shoulder. “We were thinking something more like hanging out with them. Particularly… the lead singer Luke.” She looks apprehensive, like she suspects I might not like this suggestion.
“By hangout… you don’t mean as friends. Do you?” My tone is extremely unamused. I begin to stand, sick of Mariah’s insane ideas. “Mariah, I can’t deal with--” Mariah tugs me back down by my sleeve.
“Daisy, please hear us out,” she pleads. “You won’t have to even see him in private. Everything will be for the paps. For publicity. Both you and the 5sos boys are releasing new music and… well, Mr. Wilson and I have an inkling that this little stunt might be really good for sales.” Mariah nudges me suggestively and places a hand on my knee. “Look, sweetie. I know this isn’t your kind of thing, but you know Mama Riah is always looking out for you. It’ll only be a 2 month thing. A little fling!” I gasp audibly and push Mariah’s hand off my knee.
I shake my head. “2 months? I thought we were talking a few pictures together max! Mariah, I love you but you’re insane.” 
“Daisy, please think about this. 2 months of your life. That’s it. We’ll make it look like you're an item, but short and sweet. We’ll make the break up messy. Lots of news coverage just in time for your new single and the boys’ new album. It's genius!” She grabs both of my shoulders, shaking me with every syllable. I sigh, defeated. She was really fighting for this. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. A few extra sales for a couple months with some random boy. Sounds manageable. 
Mariah could see me mulling it over in my head. Her shoulders tensed, awaiting my response. “Alright, alright. I’ll do it.” She squeals in excitement, throwing her arms around me and pulling me into a tight hug. I struggled to breathe through her poofy curls and choke a little on her intoxicating fruity perfume. She pulls away and takes my face between her hands, careful not to claw me with her long, red nails. “This is gonna be fantastic, Daisy, you just wait.” She gives one more excited squeal and turns to Mr. Wilson. While they chat excitedly, I slump back into the soft, velvet couch, losing myself in the oversized cushions. 
The show came back from commercial break and I watch as the next musical guests take the stage. A boy with multicolored fringe straps a guitar over his body while the boy behind him sits himself at the drum kit. Another boy with dark hair walks out with a bass hanging from his shoulders. The last boy to take the stage makes his way up to the mic stand, pulling a pick from it. He slings his guitar comfortably over his shoulders and turns to converse with his bandmates. That blonde is Luke Hemmings. 
Boy, am I in for it because he is gorgeous.
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