NeverEver

This is an alt blog for me, where I’ll post things maybe not related to my main blog (writing or art that is political, non MCYT posts, random posts/tangents on our current world, irl stuff)

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we got bored at a party yesterday and so we went outside and started watching random clips of shows on a phone and i make eye contact with one of my friends to notice him having the same realization, laugh and go. “we have something to show you all”

cue us opening netflix on his phone, clicking on arcane and going to season two episode eight about 30 mins into it.

we made them watch the prison scene. we made three bisexuals watch the prison scene for the first time and it was beautiful

the two of us (he’s trans + pan and i’m aroace flux + nonbinary) were just sat there laughing our asses off at the absolute panic that was surrounding us and then shutting it off and going “well. that’s arcane!”

all means ALL / todo significa TODO

She’s my replacement and she’s perfect, the pride and joy of everyone.

And I am so happy she gets to live the life I never had. I’m so happy she gets the love and attention because she deserves it. 

I love her so much and I will take all the shame, disappointment and anger so she never has to experience it because she shouldn’t have to.

No child should. But I did.

And I will learn to live with it, to make sure she gets the entire world and happier future because that’s what she deserves.

An announcement blares over the loudspeakers of all classrooms. Lights out, lock doors, cover windows, be silent.

Hide.

Get away from doors and windows, huddle together in the corner, don't speak a word.

The entire room holds it's breath.

Nobody dares to make a sound. Hugging friends and classmates, praying, waiting.

Something drilled into children from the time they start school, the all famous "lockdown" procedures.

But this time it isn't a drill.

Shots echo through the halls, screams cut off that are seemingly coming from the classroom next door. Somebody's sibling was in that classroom, someone else's best friend, somebody's partner.

The students hold each other tighter, the silent fear seeping through the muffled sobs. They need to be silent.

The door opens, the lock broken.

A figure dressed in black enters, eyes full of a rage and hatred steps inside. He holds a gun in his hands, finger poised on the trigger.

A teacher of middle age and average figure stands between him and her students.

He raises the gun, aiming for her head.

She doesn't move