Dex; Spring Has Sprung

when kim chi actually got the theme right and looks better than 99% of the celebrities attending the met gala 

“What? You dont think I can take you?” Erik glanced up from his laptop above his glasses. “Girl..” was all he said before looking back down to whatever anime he was catching up on. 

“Ive been workin out, Im nearly your size!” You flexed and he didnt even look up at you, just snorted and plugged his headphones into the laptop to further ignore you. You were bored, you wanted attention and intimacy but he was being fake busy and you were tired of it, so you threw a pillow at his face.

 "Bitch.“ You muttered, he looked up at you and glared. “You think I aint hear that?” He asked, setting his laptop down on the ground. You didnt think he heard it through his headphones. “Mmm..no?” You giggled a little and sat up on your knees, bouncing on the bed. 

He pulled his glasses off and sat on his knees in front of you. “Who a bitch?” He asked, you shrugged and inched a little bit closer, nose touching his now. “You.” You grabbed a pillow from next to you and hit him on the side of the head before jumping off of the bed and running into the living room. 

You heard him following you, you stood in the middle of the living room, in your best fighting stance, pillow in hand. As soon as he walked into the room you attacked him with pillow shots to the head. 

“Ay! Chill! chill out ! Yo!” He shouted between hits. Suddenly the pillow was snatched from your grip and you were being pummeled with it right back. “Hey! Stop it! Dickhead, Erik stop! Stop! Im serious!” He didnt stop and you let out a loud screech of frustration. 

He stopped immediately. “Fuck you.” You fixed your hair and walked away from him. “Baby you cant be serious right now.” He said following you into the bedroom. “Stop following me.“ 

“See, this is why I dont ever play wit ya ass. You a big ass baby. I aint even hit you that hard!” You went into the bathroom and he tapped on the door as you stood in the mirror pouting. “Baby come on, my bad iight, stop it.” You didnt answer, you heard him groan and leave from in front of the bathroom door.–“Aint no way you still mad.” Erik walked into the living room and plopped down next to you on the couch. “It’s been like four hours." 

He poked your cheek with his pinky finger and you swatted his hand away and turned up the volume on the TV. He grabbed the remote from you and turned the tv off. You crossed your arms and stared at the black screen.

 "Nah you cant do that.” He said, pulling at your arm. You shuffled his hand away and crossed your arms tighter with a ‘huff’. “Nah you cant push ya titties up and be mad at me at the same time you gotta choose one." 

You glared at him, holding back a smile. "You smilin..dont hold it in girl. There it go..I see it.” He pointed at your face as he spoke. You started to smile a little bit at the sing song voice he was putting on. 

“There it go! There go that pretty little smile ahh! ahh!” He left a slimy wet kiss on your cheek and you rolled your eyes. 

Cudjo Lewis, the last surviving captive of the last slave ship to bring Africans to the U.S. 

for the self-conscious beginner: No one makes great things until the world intimately knows their mediocrity. Don’t think of your writing as terrible; think of it as preparing to contribute something great.

for the self-conscious late bloomer: Look at old writing as how far you’ve come. You can’t get to where you are today without covering all that past ground. For that, be proud.

for the perfectionist: Think about how much you complain about things you love—the mistakes and retcons in all your favorite series—and how you still love them anyway. Give yourself that same space.

for the realist: There will be people who hate your story even if it’s considered a classic. But there will be people who love your story, even if it is strange and unpopular.

for the fanfic writer: Your work isn’t lesser for not following canon. When you write, you’ve created a new work on its own. It can be, but does not have to be, limited by the source material. Canon is not the end-all, be-all. 

for the writer’s blocked: It doesn’t need to be perfect. Sometimes you have to move on and commit a few writing sins if it means you can create better things out of it.