#hellbore

“I buried my sister today.”

a scene from my friend @eviestevie-nametaken 's hellbore fic 'what's in a name?' (which you should totally read btw)

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ya what are YOU doing about it?

how about you STOP BEING PERFORMATIVE and go support them on their personal stuff.

And I’m speaking from someone from Hawaii. A minority from a place illegally occupied. A place where we have to slut out our culture to appease and appeal to the majority (yay Tourism). If Hawaii were to get real and actually show how TIRED we’re all of you haoles taking advantage of us we’d rot. What do yall think is happening with the survivors oh Lahania’s Wild Fire. Yall performative asses ditched them immediately.

But back to “sad that the abused workers at Roosterteeth are unemployed and free from abuse”

Seriously DO SOMETHING to help them if your so sad. it cost $0 to watch them on twitch. or comment on their post saying “I like [RVB, Deathbattle. etc] I’d watch more if you and a few others made it again” AND ACTUALLY DO IT. because empty promises is part of yknow being preformative

and part of not being performative is doing your own homework

But i doubt yall will because RT was the company that built itself on being performative. And yall are fans of that.

“I still dont see why we have to do this,” Winter said as she sat down and looked over the music she’d been given. “We wouldnt need extra credit if you had just done your part of the project.” 

May rolled her eyes. “And I told you that I *had* done my part, but a grimm tore it and my pack when I went beyond the wall.” 

“And that’s a lousy excuse!” 

“Its still the truth. Besides, I only agreed to this song because you know it.” 

“If I knew I was going to need to perform it, I wouldnt have picked it! Its just a guilty pleasure, nothing more!” 

May started to skim the lyrics and the music, almost cringing as she silently read them. Sure, it was a great song for a play, but for just a duet performance… this wasnt anything she’d have thought to pick at all. “Well, we have to start somewhere. Maybe we can skip the intro and start with the next few lines after that.” 

“No, if we’re going to do this right, we’re going to start from the beginning.” Winter cleared her throat, her voice cracking a bit as she started. “My dearest, darlingest Momsie and Popsicle.” 

“I never thought I’d hear you say that,” May said as she hid a snicker. “It really makes you sound like a spoiled rich girl!” 

“Shut it and read the next line.” 

May nodded and started to look over the lyrics again. “My dear father.” 

“There’s been some confusion over rooming here,” they both spoke at once as they continued. May couldnt help but let a smile across her lips. “That certainly puts it mildly for our situation too.” 

“Will you please behave?” Winter snapped at her. “We have to do this right.” 

“Fine fine, but lets start here.” May cleared her throat, almost starting to sing as she read the line she wanted to start with. “There’s been some confusion, for my roommate is-” 

“Quite peculiar,” Winter answered back. 

“Blonde,” May grinned. “Though I think that’s only because she likes to dye her hair.” 

“I told you to take this seriously.” 

“And I am.” 

“Then show me.” 

“Fine.” May smiled and helped Winter up. “But this might be better if you stand.” 

A blushed crossed Winter’s cheeks for a moment as she looked over the next few lines. “What is this feeling, so sudden and new?” 

“I felt the moment I laid eyes on you?” May sang as she pulled Winter close. 

“My pulse is rushing.” 

“My head is reeling.” 

“My face is flushing.” 

“What is this feeling, fervid as a flame? Does it have a name? Yes-” 

May grinned and pulled Winter into a dip as she brought her voice to a whisper as she continued. “Loathing. Unadulterated loathing.” 

“Your face.” 

“Your voice.” 

Winter cleared her throat. “Your clothing.” 

“Lets just say I loathe it all,” May spoke more than sang as she brought Winter up and started to dance with her. “Every little trait, however small, makes my very flesh begin to crawl.” 

“With simple, utter loathing there’s a strange exhilaration.” 

The smile on May’s face started to deepen as she heard Winter’s voice start to waver. “In such total detestation its so pure, its so strong.” 

“Though I do admit it came on fast.” 

“Still I believe it can last.” 

“And I will be loathing.” 

“Loathing you my whole life long,” May practically whispered in Winter’s ear.

Winter pulled away once the dance had stopped, clearing her throat and looking away to hide the blush on her cheeks. “I think we’re done here.” 

“We still have more song to go,” May pointed out. “I thought you wanted to do this right and have me take this seriously.” 

“We’ll just have to take our chances tomorrow.” 

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Winter: You call this a bedroom, Marigold? I would’ve mistaken it for a dumpster—