#;ouch

QUEENIE

Basil

You wear a thousand masks and you claim them all. You say they are all you, all parts of you but some of them you picked up when you needed to be brave, some you picked up when you failed because you were yourself, some of them you picked up because you needed to be stronger for someone smaller, better for someone bigger, useful for someone crueler, and you can't help but desperately scramble for first place, for usefulness, to prove you're worth keeping around, to prove you're the best, to prove you're good enough, valuable, enough. You just want someone to tell you you're enough. You strive for success, to be a role model, to take the lead, to be someone everyone loves, someone who can't fall, someone who can't be hurt the way you were once, the way you're running from even now. Sometimes you just want someone to hold your hand and let you spill all your broken fragments outward but you know you could never let it go. The only thing holding you together some days is the image of perfection and success and security and the worst part is that everyone else needs you to never falter either because you so often are the one holding everyone together too. You can't help but wonder if your emotions are ever your own, if you are just an actor in a life that's not your own, if you were cursed to be a mannequin, a doll, from the moment you were born and placed into a life where you were a child meant to be seen, not heard, to perform, not live, and the jealousy the injustice or the pain is fueled into masks as you take the world by storm.

FAMINE

Garlic

You leave an impression wherever you go. Your heart is so strong, so determined, so willing to go after whatever hole you see in the world, whatever wound you need to fix next. You're there. You're justice, hot red and pure gold, fairness incarnate, a paladin in shining armor come to protect and cleanse and heal and yet sometimes you wonder if you're the most corrupt, dirty being in the world, a fraud, a monster in hero's clothing. The world is so intense and you are so small, so fragile, and no matter how hard you try you're never good enough. You want to be good. You want to be good enough. You try so hard and yet the world is so dark and angry and cruel. Perfection is always just out of reach and you want things to be okay so bad you bleed with it. You just want things to be right, to be good, to be fair, but you don't know if they ever can be. If you can ever be

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   If he just changes this chord…no. If he holds out the wholenote for a little longer…no. He sets down his guitar.Horrible. Completely and utterly horrible. Nothing’s going to work. He sits onhis bed, in the room that he shares with two other people, alone. Yet the eyes ofthousands watching him sends shivers down his spine, all the way to hisfingertips. Imagine if he played that garbage in front of them. They’d laugh,wouldn’t they? Talk about how he’s trashand doesn’t deserve to be in EXO. Again.

   Okay. That’s easy to fix. Itjust has to be perfect. So that instead of laughing, they’d all clap for him, and say that he’samazing, because he worked his hardest and did his best. He’s not going toaccept anything less than 110%. He never does. Never again.

   He’ll start with getting a drink from the kitchen. Oh, it’sthat late already? Nevertheless, he sees a familiar figure sitting on the couch,tense about something. He grabs twobottles from the refrigerator before padding over to his hyung, and sets downthe drink on his lap.

   “You should rest, hyung. You look so tired.” He offers a smile andso shows the faintest hint of a dimple. The other rubs his face, before lookingup at the man with a quizzical expression.

                                                           “You look so happy.”

Waking up in the dead of the night was not her favourite thing to do in the world, especially since once she was awake, she’s awake. As her eyes come into focus, she realises something about her room was different - things were out of place, like someone had been rummaging through her stuff; well actually it was mostly her girlfriends things that were askew in fact half of her stuff was straight up gone from their room.

She drags herself out of the bed, into the comfortable pair of leggings laying at the edge of the bed and steps out into the living area - not really awake enough to pay attention to her surroundings. The only thing she really took note of was the apartment door being held open by a suitcase. The fuck? she inspects the case further, it was all Carmilla’s things.. What the hell? “Carm??”

Carmilla froze when she heard Skylar’s voice. She wasn’t supposed to be awake, this was supposed to be a clean break, something quick and relatively painless, until Sky woke up. She certainly wasn’t expecting the demon to wake up in the middle of her plan. “Shit.” The vampire turned around, one of her shirts in her hand. “Look, I was going to tell you- mother called me back to Silas. I can’t- I can’t ignore her, Sky.” It was easier to just come straight out with it, there was no point in trying to hide anything from her girlfriend, 

26:My muse watches yours marry someone else, and hides their tears because they love yours enough to let them be happy.

everyone is so young!

also it really hurts with the finn flashback scene. he’s just so earnest and wants his mom to be proud and then i remember the hudmels huddling together for comfort this past season and /carol/. and his number 5 jersey. ouch.