#sheldon scott

↕ - a memory that MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE HAPPENED

♚ - a memory of something PARANORMAL

{ oh so this is hard cuz he has a very good memory. The only iffy ones are ones where he was impaired or very very little. So we’ll go with high, *don’t do drugs kids* also combining these cuz I can and because he didn’t believe in ghosts and shit before multiverse }

Shelly had been at a rave, lost to the music and in disguise. He’d only been 19 at the time and was using a fake ID. Not realizing what was being passed around he accepted a party pill from his dance partner. What followed he recalls more like a dream. But he could swear he let a vampire bite his arm and that they were chased off by Buffy. In the end, the next clear thing was being driven home by his very concerned bodyguard. 

{ @better-than-onee ;P because possible plotting }

♬ - a FRIEND/BEST FRIEND memory

Sitting in his room reading, Minion watching anime in the background. Shelly doesn’t watch and claims he doesn’t really like them, but he sings along fluently to the opening song and knows all the characters names. 

✖ - a REPRESSED memory

Altar of Repose

Artist Sheldon Scott’s work gestures “toward the kinds of things hammocks represent for Black people: rest, labor, the fraught possibilities of a languid afternoon.”

Sheldon Scott, Leisure Swing, Char, 2022, raw cotton, wood, chain, and heat, 45 × 45 × 7 inches, three unique states. Images courtesy of Connersmith. © Sheldon Scott.

Jacobs Ladder, A Leisurely Stroll to Heaven for Black Folx, 2022, raw cotton, wood, and chain, dimensions variable.

Rope Hammock, 2022, raw cotton, black paint, wood, and chain, 140 × 60 × 4 inches.

I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box || @1000liveslived

Dear Emma,

      I’m sitting her in my room, I’d missed it while I was gone. Missed the bed I was most familiar with, the huge expanse that was everything I’d ever wanted before. But I can’t sleep. I’d rather be in your tiny apartment with you. Rather listening to the sounds of the bar downstairs than the silence of these halls. I never thought it would ache so much. I can’t even call you. There are so many things I want to show you. So many projects I wanted to get back to. 

      It all seems pointless now. It’s so stupid. I even miss your shitty pizza. Can you imagine? I just-

      I miss you. 

I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box.

Dear Mother,

      I’m not sorry for what I said but I am sorry for how I said it. I wish I could make you understand. I love both you and father with all my heart. Please don’t think I don’t appreciate you and everything you’ve done. I missed you so much, thought about you constantly through the entire year I was gone. But please, mother, you must understand that you can’t both just keep deciding my life for me. I don’t need to be protected anymore. 

      I wish you hadn’t forced me to choose. Hadn’t put me into this position. The last thing I wanted was to cut you out of my life. But Even if the things you did cost me Wayne, I still chose him. I chose the life that I would have had. Betraying my trust, my choice, won’t make me return, won’t make me accept the life you want me to have. This is who I am now. Who I want to be.

      I’m sorry that isn’t someone you can love.

JUDGEMENT: Would your muse ever go back to their most recent ex-lover?

{{ Well I don’t really consider Wayne an ex because it’s a short separation but...}}

Sheldon would get back with Wayne in a heartbeat, begging forgiveness for his fuck up. He screwed up so majorly and his parents only made it worse. He still loves Wayne dearly and considers Wayne the one. He can’t imagine loving anyone more.

THE HANGED MAN: Name a bad habit your muse can't give up.