You Guys See It Right?

The eyes of eeeee bad!

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen and Gurney Halleck find themselves unlikely allies

Working on something if you aren’t sick of me talking about Saltburn yet 😂

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The brainrot is so bad that I keep on reloading ao3 every god damn hour just to see if there's a new cattonquick fic or update 🧍🏻‍♂️

Somebody sedate me

Inflamed Sense of Rejection: Chapter One

~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's Note: This is that Angel Face backstory I was talking about. His name is Caleb Handover because I'm not going to call him Angel Face the whole time. There will be no "spice" because I type this on a school computer and honestly I want to expand my writing abilities. ~~~~~~~~~~~

This is a horrible way to start a journal, probably the most over-done and unintriguing sentence used to start a story, but my name is Caleb Handover. I’m 16 years old, and I live in Wilmington, Delaware. I go to Mt. Pleasant High School, class of 2001. That makes me a Junior.

It’s boring. Every single day is the same. The ducks pass over the sky when I’m walking to school, and it looked cool when I was nine, but nowadays it just feels like I’m watching someone drive to work. 

Delaware duck schedule: 6 AM, wake up to the same alarm as everyone in the neighborhood. 7 AM, fly to the pond for breakfast and a bath. Pass by that blond kid again. 

My hair was born white. People on the street asked my mom while she was pushing the stroller, why do you bleach your baby’s hair? 

She never did. 

 First period is Advanced Placement Calculus. I’m thinking about ducks. Derivatives, ducks, hyperbolas, ducks, factorials, ducks, integrals…

My mom called my hair duck-fuzz.  

I like math, but I only say that because high schoolers have to like something. If you say you don’t like any subjects in school, you sound like a wannabe-dropout loser. I’m 16 years old and taking AP Calculus. I don’t think I’m a wannabe anything, but I don’t think I’m genuine, either. I’ve already done the warmup question on the board. Find 34! It’s just a factorial. Does anyone see me?

“Caleb Handover?”

Only during attendance. 

I raise my hand until my elbow is about six inches off of my table, parallel to the smooth, fake-wood surface. Not high enough to seem like a geek, but still giving effort.  

Invisibility is a science.

“Here.” 

There’s a pause. My hand stays in the air.

“Caleb Handover?” my teacher tilts his chin up and surveys the room, his pencil hovering over my name, ready to write truant. 

“I said I’m here,” I said louder as I raised my hand higher. My pen balances between my peace-sign fingers. My teacher flicks his eyes to me, and his eyebrows soften. He adjusts his glasses. The sad taste of desperation lingered in my mouth after essentially begging to be accounted for.

“Oh, hello Caleb. Sorry I didn’t see you.” My teacher laughs dryly and clears his throat. “Serena Hofstadter?” 

She has mono. 

“Gordon Jacobs?” 

That’s how Serena got mono.

For a moment I picture Serena and Gordon as Romeo and Juliet during the final act. Gordon drinks from a tall, crystal vial of mononucleosis extract and collapses. Serena, covered head-to-toe in orange spray tan and blonde highlights underneath her Shakespearean garb, discovers him on the floor and gives a tearful soliloquy before kissing him feverishly in an attempt to drink the mono from his lips. In the end, they’re both bedridden, and everyone knows. 

In fair Delaware we lay our scene.

I don’t know why, but I’m angry at them. Serena and Gordon. My knuckles turn white as I grip my pen harder, gritting my teeth and thinking about my peers who go to parties to drink and kiss and do drugs. I didn’t even think parties were a real thing until I started listening to rich kids’ conversations. 

“I got home so late last night…” quote from the boy wearing the same clothes as yesterday.

“I’m, like, so hungover.” quote from the girl wearing sunglasses indoors at 8:30 AM.

“Her house was so tacky.” quote from the girl whose locker is head-to-toe in sequins and leopard print, who uses perfume to cover the smell of anxiety pheromones. 

I’m not jealous, and I’d rather have lifelong diarrhea than be in the same boat as these kids, but it would be nice to have a life. 

It would be nice to be a part of something bigger than myself.

~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's Note: Please let me know what you think, and if I should keep writing this. It would be appreciated :)

Happy 17th The Black Parade Album ! <3

happy 15th birthday to The Black Parade, an album which pioneered such concepts as “the male pixie cut” “having liza minelli hop on the track” and “rolling your Rs when saying the phrase “ashes to ashes”

I hate my art style sometimes :///

i'm literally the priest's favorite sacrificial lamb because i am so docile and sweet and i hold very still when they put the rope around my neck and i trot along so happily while they lead me to the altar and they do not even have to tie me down because i lie so very still and only bleat once or twice in my lovely lamb voice and when the knife comes down it cuts through me like butter and i offer no resistance and i bleed so prettily all over my new white wool and my guts all unspool like the most beautiful shining yarn and my eyes are animal and dumb and hold no accusation and every time i die i come right back as another little lamb because the priest loves me so so much and he always chooses me for the sacrifice every time and he always places one hand on my small and twitching nose to calm me while he lifts the knife and he doesn't do it for the other lambs only me because i'm his favorite

Of Boys and Wolves

Relationships: Marcus Acacius/Lucilla, Emperor Geta & Emperor Caracalla Rating: Mature Chapters: 1/? Words: 5 854/?   Warnings: Violence, detailed depictions of physical and mental illness, referenced child abuse, trauma (varied + sexual) Tags: Canon divergence (Macrinus isn't there), "fix-it", found family, accidental adoption, politics and war, healing and learning to trust.

Summary: Taking over the Palatine Hill is not the end of an insurrection, but merely the beginning of a new Roman era. As dust settles, it leaves in its wake triumphant and devastated men on uncertain foundations: what will dawn bring with its first light? What is the will of the people, and how to best guide it when it is known to be so fickle, and so often at odds with its own best interests? How to convince an Empire that it needs no Emperor, when a thousand shadows are watching through the cracks, waiting for an opportunity to claim the throne for themselves?

And what to do with two orphan boys, abandoned by their gods and their people, in this lair of wolves?

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okay let's go

1. Intimate stabbing

2. Outright obsession

I feel like I don't really have to prove this one, this is literally the whole show.

3. Confused pining

4. No one knows me like you do

"I've never known myself as well as I know myself when I'm with him"

"You wanted to be seen" "By you"

"He knew where to find me"

Again, literally the whole show.

5. Lifelong promises that always sound suspiciously like wedding vows

Case closed.