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thisangstriddenschoollifetragedy · 1 year

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Song Lyrics as my Reserve Course OCs

Kana Yumejin: The adults won't leave you alone, As you have fun rolling around in the darkness, They drag you out of there and turn the spotlight on you! Then they consume you - The Real Disappearance of Hatsune Miku - CosMo

Namake Mono - i'm just ES and i'd prolly rather,nap than wonder, restlessly: will ya ever be impressed by me? - Crying - ES

Eito Sozokujin - The wasted years, the wasted youth, The pretty lies, the ugly truth, And the day has come where I have died, Only to find, I've come alive - Teen Idle - Marina and the Diamonds

Suru Nishiki - I know I'm nothing more than an empty ghost, An empty shell of lies and it haunts me so - Ghost Rule - Deco*27

Taro Yamada - I've been to Tokyo and to South Africa, so many places that you may say I've seen it all, but my favorite place, is the warm embrace, of holding your hair back in a bathroom stall - Bittersweet - Panic at the Disco

Adam Stein - Sense never seemed to make sense to me, not the sense you administer repeatedly, I fled to the hills so I could clear my mind, I couldn't swallow the pills that I was prescribed - Rules - The Hoosiers

Ikino Korimasu - Welcome to the family jewels, coal to diamond, sold to fools, welcome to the family jewels, simmerin' sapphire can't keep his cool - The Family Jewels - Marina and the Diamonds

"Muno" - I've seen the good side of bad, and the downside of up, and everything between, I licked the silver spoon, drank from the golden cup and smoked the finest green - What It's Like - Everlast

Nawa Ganyaku - The sun is fun, the land is dandy, I only talk to dogs because they don't understand me, My teeth are yellow, hello world, Would you like me a little better if they were white like yours? - Alien Blues - Wunderbar

Sansei Shinjijutsu - Now the world must pay, for making me this way heavy's the head that wears the crown - I Will Be King - The Hoosiers

Gekai Shizukesa - A vivisection of me, done by God for all to see, say "Hello! Honey, I'm home!", three voices come all alone - Honey, I'm home - Ghost

Kaijo Tenmetsu - Now I am the violence, I am the sickness, won't accept your silence, beg me for forgiveness - Blood//Water - Grandson

Eiji Kanri - Nature versus nurture, how do I know what's true, what's me, what's you, mother, maybe father, which words are mine, are you, am I - Nature vs Nurture - Chase Petra

Himitsu Yuzai - And I'm not leaving, I won't let you, let you give up on a miracle, when it might save you - Miracle - Paramore

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inkskinned · 2 years

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the instagram post begins with all-caps - LADIES!

i'm a lady, and it's 2 AM. i can't sleep. it's been a while since i felt rested. i am in and out of a springtime mania; all summer energy with six more weeks of winter to go.

the rest of the post says if your man kisses your forehead, you better appreciate it. he's not getting anything out of that kiss; it's just to comfort you.

at least the comments are ripe with derision; wow we're really romanticizing the bare minimum here huh. i stare at it for a long time; thinking about how often these types of posts wound up on my facebook wall. i've since stopped checking facebook.

and there's someone out there who wrote that. there's someone out there who will just-read-that and accept it as true. there is someone out there who is reading it, right now, and letting herself say - see! he loves me!

i want to tell you a better story; but my co-star's don't list had editorializing on it today. i am 28 and safe now. you know what i'm going to say, but i still feel awkward admitting it: for five years of my life, i would have loved that kind of sentiment. i would have saved it for later, watched-out-for-it. noticed his small effort just a little bit harder. sure, it's weirdly worded (..."get" anything out of it??), but it's true, isn't it. he loves me. this proves it. if you go far enough back in my writing (please don't) you can watch me repeat it. how he loves me so much; demonstrated in these small interactions.

i was never the type to post that stuff; even in the days of livejournal or myspace. i used to have a private folder on my laptop. screenshots from when he'd say nice things. little pictures that read things like you know he loves you when he sees you crying and orders the hitman right away or if you're the only one he's soft to, you won or, you know. slap my ass and buy me pizza. tasteless, stupid, vapid little apologies for him. girl if he's not texting you it's because he's napping. little ways i'd see him, over and over, in the lines other people were writing. if he hates your music, get to love his. the tepid-water system i was slowly boiling in.

i mean, i'm a feminist. i'm an activist. i've done the reading. i've been better than this. the other day my onedrive sent me the most unpleasant picture memory: if he uses you hard in bed but still cuddles in the morning, you know you're lucky.

i had seen so many posters and signs and bathroom stalls that warned: you will always believe it can't happen to you. there was no being better-than, there was no "deserving it". it was just him, over and over again, taking up all this space. and, to some extent - it was me, finding reasons to apologize for him.

of course he loves me. he kisses my forehead. and i'm not going to like the picture or save it; it's ugly. but see? the idea isn't that unusual. and who cares if it's the "bare minimum." he does other things too. there are girls out there who are only getting the forehead kiss; i feel bad for them. he's a good one! i just have to be more appreciative. i just have to work harder at seeing the little things. i just have to be patient; i just have to be more caring, i just have to -

#anyway #spilled ink #writeblr

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the-coffee-story · 4 years

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Coffee - Murder in Red Moon Motel

Chapter 14 - The Escape

Quentin glanced at his wristwatch. "Five minutes."

"Way too early to expect him back," Grace mumbled. "That kind of stuff needs time." She was - surprisingly - wearing black jeans and a simple wine red blazer. She'd had a feeling that a dress would be in the way tonight.

They were sitting in Grace's car, a black jeep that was polished like the president's shoes, and waiting for Evans' return from Red Moon Motel. For now everything looked calm. The oversized neon sign blinked. The road and gas station next to the motel were empty, save for a lonely deer that was investigating the trash cans.

"I didn't even know deer eat trash," Quentin mumbled. "I thought only raccoons do that."

"I could turn that into a metaphor for today's society, but I'm too tired." Grace yawned. "Hey man, there should be a bag of crisps under the driver's seat, mind passing it over?"

"Here you go."

"You want some?"

"How could I ever miss the chance for snacks?"

Grace had just put her feet on the dashboard and declared she'd take a nap when the front door slammed open and a figure in a green wool hat and flipflops raced out of the motel at a speed that would've made several marathon runners jealous.

"Wait, didn't we plan on a swift and quiet exit through the window?", Quentin asked.

Grace put her feet down and tied her shoelaces. "If my memory doesn't fail me we did."

The back door of the Jeep was opened. Evans tripped into the car and slammed the door before diving under the seat.

"Drive, drive, drive!", he yelled. "He's shooting!"

"What?!"

"Instead of sitting there with your mouth open like you're waiting in a petrol station bathroom stall, drive!", Grace thundered after throwing the motel a glance and seeing a man marching towards them with a whole ass rifle. "BE SMART YOU FUCKING LUKEWARM BOTTLE OF SODA!!"

"Fuck!", Evans screamed. "Just drive!"

A sudden gunshot tore the silence into pieces. Quentin gasped. The engine roared and the car made a jump.

"Quentin, have you ever even touched a car?!", Grace hissed.

"Well if you're such an expert, why don't you drive?!", he snapped.

"Excellent idea, it's my car after all! Move your ass!" She climbed onto his seat while he was trying to move over. "Come on, I'm not gonna sit on your lap!"

Quentin finally managed to get to the passenger seat.

"Hold on tight," Grace whispered and slammed the gas.

To say she was an amazing driver was an understatement. Grace was brilliant.

But also absolutely terrifying.

"Don't crash!", Evans screamed from the backseat when she chased the truck through a small forest.

"Well, seatbelt!!!"

"So I get shot and die?!"

"That guy's far enough behind, you're not getting shot now!"

The rearview mirror exploded in a gunshot.

"Okay, you know what, stay right where you are," Grace corrected herself. "I'm gonna kill this fucker for what he just did to my poor car."

"Grace, don't do anything stupid-", Quentin tried to stop her, but she had already swerved around with a 180 degree turn.

Grace was racing towards the man at full speed. Quentin in the passenger seat was white as a ghost and sweating. "GRACE, HOLY SHIT, YOU CAN'T JUST-"

"What's going on, I can't see shit!", Evans yelled from the back.

"GRACE YOU'RE GOING TO KILL HIM!", Quentin screamed.

The man didn't seem to realize that a car with the power to turn him into rifle-wielding marmalade was coming towards him at alarming speed, at least he didn't make any attempt to get off the road. Quentin was very seriously considering just ripping the wheel out of Grace's hands, but one, he wasn't sure whether that wouldn't just send them all straight to their graves and two, something in his guts told him not to.

And then, when the rifle-wielding idiot was about to die a horrible and brutal death and Quentin finally saw naked terror in his watery blue eyes, Grace suddenly swerved around. The Jeep gave the man a push, not strong enough to seriously injure him but enough to push him to the ground and catapult his rifle into the ditch. Quentin sank into his seat and took a deep breath. He realized that sweat was dripping into his eyes and wiped it off his brows.

"You really think I'd ever kill someone?", Grace quietly asked. Her tone was exceptionally soft, almost hurt.

"I-"

"That was a rhetorical question, don't answer that." She laughed and slowed down until they were at average speed.

"I'm sorry." Quentin hesitated. "Did I...did I hurt you?"

Grace blinked. "No." She glanced at Quentin. "I'm sorry...I scared you, didn't I? I... I didn't mean to, I guess I just got carried away-"

He waved it off. "I'm fine."

Evans crawled out from under the backseat. "So, is that it? We've escaped?"

Grace nodded. "Absolutely."

"Woo. We're all alive. Fantastic." Evans gave a thumbs up.

Grace turned to Quentin and raised her hand. "High fiveohhhh fuck sorry!" She blushed.

Quentin laughed and high fived her. "Consider this a high four."

He turned back to Evans. "But now I'm curious. What happened? What did you see?"

Evans groaned. "Oh God. That shit was Tobe Hooper level. I didn't think anyone would watch the camera! God dammit!"

"Did you find any proof that he was killed?", Grace asked.

"I did...!"

"So, uh....where is it?" Quentin blinked.

"Back in the hotel." Evans sounded tired.

"Wh-why didn't you take it with you?", Grace asked.

"It's the floor," Evans explained.

"Hm???"

"Denny wrote his killer's name on the floor in blood. And then someone moved the carpet so it wouldn't be seen."

Quentin's eyes widened. "That's... that's amazing!!"

"So what's the name?", Grace asked.

Evans took a deep breath.

"Carlton," he said.

#reviews are welcome ;)#remember to listen to the song #the coffee story #murder in red moon motel

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children-of-chaos · 3 years

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Tyr looks like an interesting young man. I'd like to suggest the prompt Home for him,please! And if that one doesn't grab you, how about what he likes doing with his friends in their free time?

((They have both grabbed me but this one got a little long, so here's "Home" for a start!))

Tyr sat on a bench in some park he didn't know, in some country he didn't know, turning a stone over in his hands.

Odin II lounged at his feet, his head resting on the bench seat beside his friend. It was too hot to be running around, but the sun was just right for napping. They sat in a comfortable silence, for a while, as they watched the trees wave in the wind, and distant joggers making their way around the lake.

Eventually, Tyr gave a quiet sigh, and looked down at the stone in his hands. It wasn't of Earth - it's polished surface a faintly translucent blue, with a blooming core of oxide brown, and streaks of pink and red throughout. It had been a birthday gift from a friend, just a few years ago (though it seemed so much more distant than that). Skoji had been beaming with pride when he'd presented it, wrapped up in a handkerchief and tied with a piece of string...

Flash

"I found this in the northern river!" The boy had said proudly, all but bouncing on his heels as Tyr admired the small stone. "It was covered in silt and moss, but I had a feeling there was something special about it, so I scrubbed and scrubbed at it whenever I had a spare moment, and it was so pretty underneath!

"I know you like shiny things," Skoji grinned. "So thought you like to have it!"

Flash

Tyr closed his hand around the stone, and tucked it back into his pocket, where it sat like the weight in his chest. He didn't feel like looking at it, anymore.

"...come on, boy," Odin II raised his head up from the bench as his friend suddenly stood up, and started to walk away. "It's too hot out here. Let's go somewhere cooler." The canine stood up, and took a moment to stretch out his legs and back before trotting to catch up. Tyr led the way toward a public bathroom on the far side of the park, and after a quick check to be sure no-one was watching, he pulled out his key, and tapped it to the door's surface.

There was a small ripple of green light across the door, and when Tyr pulled it open, there stood a cobblestone alleyway between two tall, brickwork buildings, rather than the grimy tile of a public restroom. The boy waited for his dog to cross over first before following, and yanking the door shut behind them. Sticking his hands back in his pockets, he walked away from the alleyway door, and stepped out onto the main street of a small town, in yet another place he didn't care to identify.

There was some sort of local festival going on, that day. Small stalls offering everything from produce to artwork ran up and down the street, with colorful banners and flags hung from the streetlights and street-facing windows on the buildings and storefronts. No-one looked twice at the child walking his large dog down the middle of the street (though some did stare for a moment), and a little bit of the weight on Tyr's shoulders began to lift.

This place was pretty neat...it reminded him of the street markets on Asgard, actually, though the cultural differences were unmistakable. His mother often took him with her when she ran her shopping, and let him run about the nearby stalls, so long as he stayed where she could see him. The weight that had lifted abruptly returned as he passed by a stall selling metalwork flowers, and Tyr frowned.

Flash

"It was the last one at the marketplace." Brama made a point to avoid his eyes as she handed him a small rose made of hammered bronze. She wasn't giving her friend a flower because she liked him or anything. It was just because it was his birthday, and she didn't have the money to buy or the skill to make something more personal.

"The shopkeep was a fan of my mother's pastries, so I traded him the end of day's stock for it. Happy birthday, and all."

Flash

Shaking his head, Tyr pushed past the stall, and tried to push the memory out of his mind. He didn't want to think about those times; those friends. What did it do but make him feel sick? He couldn't go home, and they would have no reason to leave Asgard. Making himself homesick with memories would do him nothing good.

They were nearing the end of the street, now, and another stall caught Tyr's eye. This one had knives and cutlery, hand-carved from wood and antler, and that cold weight grew heavier.

Flash

"It isn't as durable as steel, but it'll last you a good while before it breaks." Vithar scratched the back of his neck nervously as Tyr slid the knife out of its leather sheath. "And since it's only bone, Skard even let me work on it during the business day! He said it was good for the shop for people to see me working on something, even if I can't touch real orders yet." The young man laughed.

"I know a birthday only comes once a year, but I don't have much coin right now, so I thought I could make you something useful instead..."

Flash

"....?" Odin II whined softly and nudged his friend's arm. Why had they stopped? Tyr placed a hand on the canine's scruff, and dug his fingers in. He grit his teeth together, and suddenly started off again - turning down the first corner he found, and hurrying up to the fist door he saw. Regardless of who might be watching, Tyr tapped his key to the door and shouldered his way through it. Odin II scrambled to catch up before the door swung shut, and the glass shop door on the other side closed with a 'click' just as his tail cleared it.

The hallway on the other side was dark, and shaded in twilight only where the setting sun outside spilled in through empty window gaps in the walls, and places where the stonework had crumbled away from age. Tyr headed wordlessly down the hall, knowing that Odin II would be following at his heels. He came to an opening in the wall where, perhaps, a door had once stood before it was filled in, and walked right into it. The air rippled around him as he stepped through the illusory barrier, and into the room beyond.

There wasn't much there; a pile of blankets that passed for beds, a scattering of dog toys, and a makeshift shelf of planks and cinderblocks stocked with an assortment of junk food. All things Tyr had scavenged or taken since his arrival in this realm to try and make a bare, concrete cell of a room feel more like home. In all honesty, most days it didn't work.

The boy dropped down into one pile of blankets and curled up in them, as if he could block out the world with fleece and felt. Odin II made his way through the illusory wall after a few careful prods of a paw, and ambled over to lay down next to his friend. He rested his head on Tyr's side, and let out a contented huff.

Tyr mumbled something that might have been 'good boy' into the blankets, and didn't move until morning.

#ask #youareshauni #mun's writing #Tyr #Odin II #((oooooh I do not like this new post editor))#((Tumblr what did you do?))#((I've gotten a few asks from you on my other blogs))#((and they've always been inspiring and fun to answer))#((thank you!!))

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tsuki669974 · 2 years

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Well, we were able to talk about it. We're both on the same page, and he doesn't regret anything. I told him had he said I asked him to, I didn't know what I was going to do, but I didn't remember asking him to kiss me Sunday night. He said I didn't ask him, he just did it. I said good because I don't want this to come back at me.

Something I learned today was he's never been flashed before. I was glad to know I was the first girl to do that to him. He hasn't been able to get the sight of my breasts out of his head or so he said (even joked that maybe he didn't really get a good look at them), so I said I'd send him a picture of them (we decided that was a joke too).

It was a nice conversation. I told him that if he had started sucking my nipples, I would not have been held accountable for my actions. That my breasts are one of my "zones". I told him it was the best Super Bowl Sunday I've had in a long time. I've been happy for the last three days, all thanks to him. He was glad to hear that.

He said that his dad's was more low-key than he thought and I joked that maybe he should have taken me with him after all. I could have taken a nap there, lol.

He grabbed my breast while we were sitting on the floor and I said "If you're going to do that, then do it right!" and put his hand inside my bra. He felt around, rubbing my breasts and making me laugh. Then he pulled my shirt and bra up, exposing one breast and started sucking on the nipple. I just softly gasp and grasped his head, pulling him towards me.

Then he leaves our little hideout in the Press Box and I go back to what I'm listening to when he comes back and motions with his finger that he wants me to follow him. I thought it was about the bathroom stall I had texted him about, but he pulls me into the unisex bathroom in the hallway.

Next thing I know, he's kissing me and pulling up my shirt & bra and playing with my breasts. Then he bends down and starts sucking on my nipples, kissing me in between. I laughed, making the comment that now it's not only my glasses that are getting foggy and so he takes off his glasses and does it again! He kept playing with my breasts, sucking on the nipples and kissing me. He even bit my nipple! I just softly moan, pulling him towards me. I left my shirt and bra up, hugging him and kissing him like that. Made my nipples harder than they were, which I think he was super proud of himself, lol.

I told him I got him something and he'd get it as soon as it came in. He didn't say anything, just continued to hug me.

We went to walk out of the unisex and I thought he was pulling me back in, so I went to go back in and I ended up running into him. We both started laughing as he grabbed my ass. I said "Love you" and he said, "Love you, too."

I asked if he was going to keep saying he loves me, and he said yes.

I should not be this happy, I really shouldn't.

I won't see him again until Friday, and he leaves at 3 that day. Hopefully he'll come and find me. I asked him how does he always know where I'm at and his answer was he just looks for the cart (my custodian cart).

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