Hey tumblr it’s been a while (it’s been less than a week)
stuff has happened (it has not happened)
So first of all
HE TALKED TO ME FIRST (on thursday)
So i’m head of our school’s art club and we’re working on a mural that’s located outside the choir room and in the hallway that the school xc team usually hangs out in and we had an after school club meeting for working on said mural
now i’m there drawing on the wall with the three other kids who were at the after school work time that day
and it’s like 3:40 and he was at band practice and then was hanging out with his friends in the hall and then
suddenly
he walks over to where i’m vaguely standing (not really i’m pretty sure i was up on the step stool but i got off so i could go talk to him)
and he’s like
“is this the first time you have worked on the wall this year”
and i’m like “yea it’s our first meeting working on it. why do you ask?”
“well it hadn’t changed and i was wondering if it was going to. have you worked on it at all in the last three months?”
and i’m like “well when/how were we going to. we haven’t been at school!”
“well i don’t know.”
i’m pretty sure there was more to the conversation (i think i asked him another question but i don’t remember it rn) and just
yea the conversation was really not a conversation
but!! he talked to me!! he technically initiated it with me!!!! He reciprocated my teasing!!!!
i’m just so enamored by him it’s kinda a problem
and THEN
on fridayyyyy choir was doing the chapel and he was on the stage singing with the volunteer ensemble and it really does not mean thatt much but it means a lot to me bc the confidence to be on stage singing is important to me
anyways i was playing the piano and ya know made a few mistakes bc i literally got the music the day before
but back in the choir room
i was making a vague comment about how i have played better before (close to him mind you he was like right next to me and i was basically saying it to him anyways)
and he goes
“You did well. you did better than i could have.”
and i’m like “well have you ever had lessons before? i’m sure you would’ve done just as well if i showed you where to put your fingers.”
and he’s like “i’ve had about 6 months of lessons in the last five years”
and because i’m a fucking dumbass i was like huh and he had to repeat himself
and i was like lol and then asked him to explain bc i still didn’t fucking understand
and then i started fiddling on the piano a bit and the conversation died out
but he like a) complimented me b) shared information about himself c) maintained eye contact with me d) we held conversation about a shared interest/topic (he’s a percussionist in band) (it’s also kinda funny bc i was watching him rehearse once and he’s the one that plays the cymbals in this one song and he’s so like serious about it it’s so cute)
like istg it’s a sign
or i want it to be a sign lmao
but then the plot thickens
bc i got all dressed up and shit today for church like i looked cute like i was planning on holding conversation and asking him about what he thinks about and making positive conversation
and then he wasn’t fucking at church today
i’m totally not mildly disappointed or upset i definitely am
it’s fine i’m trying not to get too emotionally invested in him bc it’s not gonna work out
realistically i know i’m not made for the relationships that happen in high school and he’s shown no true romantic inclinations towards me or any sign that he can function in a relationship
also i’m a senior and he’s a junior and i’m going to go out of state for college (although i just submitted my apps today and i am also applying to my state college so if i go there he might also end up there)
idk tho
he’s a nice delusionship bc genuinely
we would be so cute
he is so cute
i just wanna interact with him more so i can get more of a read on his character bc if he’s too passive it might not work or if he’s too arrogant that might undermine me and just idk too many unknowns and if i get too emotionally invested i will end up getting really hurt
there’s also the issue of me being unable to shoot my shot and just accept rejection bc it’s not like we’re not somewhat friends and have decently overlapping social circles and just that could make things
awkward
idk yea
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"Could I have your hand, sir?" Max didn't move, which Dexter was, sadly, getting used to.
"Sir?" Max jerked, then turned and stared at him, lost and blank. "Your hand, please."
Max's hand lifted shakily, and he laid it gently in Dexter's upturned palm. Dexter gave a quick and quiet "thank you," then turned it over in his own hand, observing him closely.
Too closely - his knuckles were rough and his fingernails were dull and cracked in places. His once-soft, not-a-day-in-his-life-subjected-to-hard-labour hands were now, already, toughened and split and scarred in places, especially the heel of his palm. He turned it over again, this time to stop looking so intensely. He had only wanted to give it a cursory glance to begin with.
"Do you know what I see, sir?" he asked as conversationally as he could manage, running his fingers along Max's abused flesh. He seemed to be at least half paying attention, his eye gazing down between them, and he'd occasionally twitch, encouragingly Dexter thought. He seemed to want to curl around him, then stopped and shook, his hand squeezing into a fist. Dexter coaxed him back out, encouraged him to hold himself lightly.
"What do you see?" He was almost startled by Max actually continuing their conversation, that happened so rarely now, shaking and quiet as it was. He took a deep breath, was he really going to do this?
"I see a hand, with five fingers." Max remained quiet, though his brow curled, and a guarded look came into his eye, though he still wasn't looking at Dexter. He felt a pang of guilt, but he had to try. "What do you see?"
Max's eye unfocused and began to water. He looked up, but not enough to reach Dexter's gaze in return, instead staring through his chest, and he felt just as hollow and empty as he must look to him.
"Do you take me for a fool, DAX?" Quiet and as close to angry as he'd heard since they'd been here.
No, not angry.
Betrayed.
He swallowed down the stinging lump at the back of his throat. He had to put on a brave face, had to keep his composure if he wanted Max to get better. That was the only thing he wanted, more than anything.
"Of course not, sir. Genuinely, what do you see?"
Max pulled his hand away and turned his body, his bandaged side facing Dexter. Shutting him out, pointedly. Dexter's empty hand curled into a fist, he was no better.
"Please, don't..." Max took a shallow, shuddering breath, and several beats before he spoke again, even quieter. "Don't ridicule me." Dexter could hear his breath catch, and he wanted nothing more than for this all to just stop.
"Sir, I didn't-"
"I've had enough of that." He shook his head stiffly, the action strange and wrong, like he had forgotten how. He stilled, his head turned even further away. "More than enough."
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okay so its not very clear what exactly happened during the resurrection sunday live, and all we know is that koga and adonis probably didnt see what rei and kaoru were doing and that kaoru was whining like a bitch
kaoru says his, very famous, line, so we assume rei mightve actually bit kaoru
BUT maybe it was lightly and/or not too deep to not draw blood, since he does need to make the bloodsucking look real but also he already had the blood from adonis
and if that is true, then kaoru, while may not have the opportunity to be used as the sacrifice in public again, could still be able to provide blood for rei in another ritual potentially. like how adonis did.
which means reikao bloodsucking!!! *loud cheering*
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not sure if this counts as an AU but.. thinking about the Per Aspera crew as horror game bosses like.. you are wandering through a forested mountain range and you know somethings wrong because the forest shouldn't be this eerily silent, this devoid of life, and then you hear the crash of falling trees and there is a hand that is half your size glowing golden in the night and it is grabbing you and its claws are digging into your flesh and you see the spines running down the golden arm that is far too long as it lifts you over a crater in mountain, over a coiled, serpentine thing with a visage that is not of this world, and if you look closely you can see the shape of a child curled at the centre of the thing, golden hair reflecting the glow of the creature and if you listen closely you can hear her sobbing, 'Don't hurt me, I don't want to do this'. you are sailing through the astral sea when you see an ephemeral, resplendent spelljammer cutting through the starry waters and you rejoice because you have been lost on the seas for so so long, so you board the ship looking for help, supplies, anything, and you are greeted by a blue fire genasi (you wonder, do those even exist? but you can't get off the ship now because where else will you go?) and she tells you she is the captain of this ship but as far as you can tell there is no crew on board, and if she is not appearing right behind you from a trapdoor you've never noticed she is always in the engine room 'fixing the ship' even though the ship seems to be sailing perfectly fine ('Where are we going?' you ask her once and she doesn't even turn to look at you, 'Don't worry about it') and if you are ever so unlucky as to damage the ship in any way, you begin to catch flashes of red and orange out of the corner of your eye, a fire genasi wearing the woman's face who whispers at you with hollow, angry eyes 'Don't you fucking dare hurt my ship'. you are sailing through the astral sea when you see a rotting, decaying spelljammer, so badly damaged it's barely moving although you have to wonder how it's even staying afloat at all, and out of some morbid curiosity you climb on board and the deck of the ship is in no better shape than the hull, the marks of hard-fought battle - scars in the wood from sharp blades and arcane energies, stains of blood and oil splattered about - still fresh but you know time doesn't pass on the astral sea so who knows how long ago this all took place, and as you climb below decks you start to notice the writings on the walls, pieces of parchment nailed to every surface and connected with fraying, rotting threads, or words etched directly into the wood, the deep gouges barely readable, and you start to hear the creaking and clanking of rusted machinery slowly moving about and you turn a corner to see a figure standing in a room facing the wall, slowly scratching yet more of that unintelligible writing into the bones of the ship, and it turns as the rusted dented mechanite stares at you with eyes ablaze and he asks 'Who are you? Where is my crew?' as sparks of arcane lightning begins to arc through the room. you are running through a feywild forest and you know, even without the figure chasing you, that you have made a horrible mistake, you should have known better, should have been more careful, should have kept your impulses in check, and now you are being chased through an unfamiliar forest and the figure, the Hunter pursuing you knows this realm like the back of his hand, knows every tree and shrub and vine that is slithering up to grasp at your ankles, and you glance back desperately to catch any glimpse of your pursuer but there is no pursuer, he has hidden himself with some arcane trick or some innate power or just the knowledge that this realm is his home, and you hear his voice even though you cannot see him as he cries out 'You should not have hurt my family. Prepare to face the Hunter of Hundkiln'
sorry no Vhas yet maybe I'll update with one for him once we get more of his whole deal
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idk who else to tell this but since you're like the only openly spiritual radfem i know. i had a fight with somebody like a couple days ago and now i'm watching a relationships typa tarot vid that randomly got recommended to me and all of a sudden not only does this gal describe the exact situation. but she also mentions a couple of very specific insults that "this person could've used against you" which they actually did. losing my mind rn what da hell
i personally do not believe or put stock into most random tarot readings that are posted for the masses, especially since those things will follow an algorithm and do it's best to find the content it thinks you want to see. also i'm insane and do believe our phones listens to us because the amount of shit my tik tok especially picks up that i've NEVER interacted with is too fucking weird to be coincidence okay anyways. i will say i do think the universe does love a good coincidence or two to make us aware of something, but just try to remember with a grain of salt that the internet is wholly first and foremost an algorithm.
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