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You glanced around nervously as you hopped off the bus and began the short walk to Eridan Ampora’s house. This was easily the nicest neighborhood you’d ever seen, and you were worried you stuck out like a sore thumb. You and Eridan were in the same biology class and were lab partners. He seemed to be struggling with the subject (particularly the frog dissection, for some weird reason), so you’d volunteered to help tutor him.  To your surprise, after only a few days wrestling with his pride, Eridan agreed. Which was odd for him. Eridan had a definite superiority complex, especially towards humans. Despite that, he seem

You spilt blood for them, Shed tears for them. Poured so much of you soul into them It’s as if you’re two parts Of one whole. Such a strong bond and yet- Yet your screams are silent to their ears Your suffering goes unnoticed Yes you poured so much of your soul into them And it left you empty and broken.

Things I Will Not Do at School: Call teachers bad words Slap people Ask Mr. Hemmings if he’s pregnant Drive a lawn mower down the stairs Steal the custodian’s lawn mower Break lamps Organize walk outs or protests Steal things Wrap the principals car in saran wrap Pretend to be an assassin Fill fire extinguishers with Cheese Whip Start fights Break Chris’s foot (or his jaw, of his arm, or his stupid male ego) “Quit” homework Eat in class Dance on my lunch table Throw butter Break windows Put cows on the second floor Skip school (for half a semester) Drive a car through a window Rap through the PA Call the teach

Your eyes lazily scanned your homepage, twirling your mouse in little circles, and thinking about what you wanted for christmas this year. You shifted, laid on your stomach and crossed your legs behind you. Your best friend Francis looked up from the Vogue issue he was reading and gave you a cheeky smile. You rolled your eyes. Francis had… flirtation problems. But his hilarious wit, kind nature, and useless facts made that easy to overlook. Plus he was just damn reliable. The kind of hold your hair back while you puke, bail you out of jail, punch your mother cause your mother’s a bitch best friend. Really though, my mother’

“Are you okay?” I exclaimed, rolling off of Kiku and studying him intently. He groaned, but smiled weakly at me, letting my know he was alright. I sighed in relief, putting a hand absently on his arm to reassure myself he was still there. Kiku was… I don’t know what exactly he was to me. I’d grown so used to his company, I couldn’t imagine being without him.  Kiku put his hand on top of mine, gazing up at me with an expression I couldn’t read. I felt a blush stain my skin. Kiku and I were touching, and he’d been the one to initiate the contact. It wasn’t a quick touch either. His hand li

    Hello loyal readers and or random people who have never heard of me and are pissed that I'm NOT writing a Hetalia fic! I'd like to inform yall that for 10 days near the start of august, I WILL NOT BE AVAILABLE to write, read comments, or post stupid journals of Iggy dancing in a apron (waits for fangirls to run screaming from room to look at Journal post). Why not? BECAUSE IMMA BE IN LONDON, FRANCE, AND SCOTLAND! For. Ten. Whole. Days. I'll come back with thousands of pictures of EVERYTHING! Maybe I'll even make up some delusional story about seeing the BTT or something! So anyway, wish me luck touring the beautiful world! Also, so I don'