Joseph : Studies Have Shown That Shorter Creatures Are More Dangerous Since They Are Closer To Satan

Joseph : Studies have shown that shorter creatures are more dangerous since they are closer to Satan

Brian : What proof do you have?

Ellie : Spiders

Alex : Terriers

Jenny : Beavers

Scarlett : Tammy

I hereby propose that we re-christen ' coming out' as one's 'unstraightening'

Don't you have that one fanfic that had the perfect premise, beautiful flow, stunning dialogues and appealing characterisation and you are so so very eager to read more because the world building leaves just enough for imagination and you wait...and wait...and after a while you realise that the author has abandoned it and you feel a little betrayed a little cheated and tell yourself that other people's writing is not yours to dictate and for whatever reason it is not updating you cannot do anything about it but the story comes to you in dreams and you feel sad each time you open it to reread the same X no of chapters knowing that you won't ever be able to give it the conclusion it deserves and slowly you just feel a deep deep wishfulness for that fic while you move on to others?

*During tlo*

Zeus: Every fiber of my being wants to puke at once when I say this, but I need your hehh... I need your heehhh...

Poseidon: my help?

Zeus: yes that

Feeling

“I’m going to be okay, “

I say, huddled under the table

as shouts echo inside the room

Fists clenched, eyes shut

Heart fluttering like a hummingbird’s wings

I sensed the Feeling for the first time then.

“It’s going to be okay,”

I tell myself, wrapped in a starry blanket

the material soft in my fists.

The Feeling is more familiar now, has been

given a name I don’t tell anyone

Books and assignments pile up around me

Growing up is hard; the Feeling has

made that clear.

“It’s alright, you can do this,”

I insist, the plastic cup denting in my grip

half full of tepid liquid.

The Feeling, now a constant, vibrates inside of me,

It’s a new beginning, a fresh(ers) start

I walk up up the strangers, a half smile on my smile,

“Hey, are you guys freshmen too?”

An hour later, they are strangers no more.

“Hey, it’s okay, you can tell us anything,” I feel

a reassuring hand on my shoulder. The Feeling

disagrees, “they will leave you,” it taunts. I look

at the awaiting faces around me, a new family,

and smile –the Feeling is wrong- I open my mouth

and finally say its name out loud.

“What do you mean?’’ my mother asks

And my father’s face echoes it, the Feeling expands until I suffocate; the pride in my brother’s

eyes pushes it down, I take a deep breath and let it out.

“Thank you for being brave.”

My love holds me that night

The Feeling sulks when my parents dote on her.

“We’ve been together so long”, the Feeling muses

“We have,” I agree, “but I think it’s time we part.”

“You can’t get rid of me forever,” the Feeling teases

“I can try,” I retort, “I can keep trying, I am not alone anymore.”

“No you’re not,” it glances at the people around me,

“You don’t want me anymore,” it grins, “I’ll visit sometime.”

“Don’t” I tell the feeling, as a hand patiently opens

my clenched fists and slip into mine.

Oh to be constantly sharing barbs with your sworn enemy and enjoying getting them riled up, then genuinely start caring about them as you learn more about each other and your arguments turn into banter which turns into flirting and thinking about kissing them against a wall and dancing in the rain and sharing hearfelt secrets until you realise one day that your are in love with them and then pining in agony as they now treat you as a friend while you watch them be with other people, making yourself content with just a fraction of their time, missing all this time that their gaze always comes back to you no matter what and that they are always supporting you and loving you without you knowing, to have a dramatic confrontation and an even more dramatic confession under the stars or in front of the setting sun or under the thundering rain sealed with a kiss, a love that bolsters and comforts and argues and defends, a love that is true and faithful and loyal, a love that heals, oh how wonderful it is to be a victim of love...