Fun Fact: ‘forgive Me Father’ And ‘forgive Me Daddy’ Mean The Exact Same Thing? But Sounds Like

Card House - Chapter 1 pt. 4

Jay and Tally were alone now. “What is it?” Tally said, confused. “Follow me.” Jay simply took her into one of the rooms off the hallway, sat down, and said “Please don’t check the attic.” Tally was about to say something, when Jay said “You still owe me from the incident with Alex.” Tally closed her mouth, and asked quietly “Can I at least know why?” Jay leaned their head back and stared at the ceiling for a moment, before slowly saying “Someone loved someone else. That’s all I’ll say.” Tally almost asked who, but then realized who it was. Her eyes widened, then nodded. “I see.” Jay sighed. “Don’t let anyone know I told you.” They looked at her. “Especially not Alex.” Tally nodded again, and made her way down the stairs. “It’s clear. Anyone else find anything?” The other guards gave a ‘no ma’am.’ The three walked outside and waited. Tally turned to look Jay walking back behind the bar, winked out of sight from Alex, and walked out. Jay blinked in surprise, then smiled slightly. A voice came from the attic. “Are they gone yet?” Jay responded “They’re gone, James.” Another voice muttered something about staying up there and not putting a shirt back on, making James laugh. Alex smiled, and asked “Who e-exactly didn’t have their shirt on, Ace?” Another laugh came from the attic. “Why? Trying hook up with James?” Alex blushed and started stuttering. Jay laughed and went to open the hatch.

Wow, Good Omens looks great!

the four horsemen of the apocalypse

Card House - Chapter 1 pt. 3

“Just to save you some trouble, the door on the right in there is just the bedroom Alex and I share,” Jay said to the Diamond, walking over to the door with the key. “Feel free to search the room, just maybe ask what’s in each drawer first.” The Diamond nodded as he waited. Alex just stood there, wondering what Tally was going to do. Tally turned, and noticed Alex staring at her. She sighed, and said “Listen, I’m sorry. I didn’t . . . I wasn’t thinking. I . . . I’m sorry.” Alex didn’t know how to respond, but Jay decided now would be a good time to ask if anyone wanted a drink. “I’d have one, but I don’t think the two of you trust me around alcohol,” Tally answered. The other Club shouted down the stairs “I think I found somethin’!” Tally looked up, with an eyebrow raised. She headed up the stairs, and didn’t see Alex and Jay exchange a look that said ‘well, shit.’ The Club had found that there was a semi-concealed hatch in the ceiling. Jay followed Tally, and, when she asked them about it, told her that it was just storage. “Then you won’t mind if I check . . .” Tally trailed off. Jay looked over at the other Club, and said “Can I talk to Tally? Alone?” The Club looked at Tally for confirmation, who nodded.

ack i need to post more than once a freaking month

don’t mind me, just looking up how to come out on wikihow i’m not nervous at all no what do you mean

I decided to start reading Shakespeare so I would have something else to quote instead of memes

Speaking of, I’m out of ideas for patches on his jacket! Also, to clarify: it’s not just filler, I want to share one of my stories with the internet. Update: I’ve decided on bi

I’m working on a character drawing and I’m trying to decide what his sexuality is. He has a boyfriend, and I’m currently thinking either bi or just gay. I know y’all probably don’t care, but I just felt like it might be a good way to start getting more stuff on my blog.

i’m trying to get my total posts to 420 by april 20

this is what it’s like to play dungeons and dragons. i have nothing else to say

Holy crap. Please explain how you managed to find the exact right words for this. Because I am amazed

The Closet

i’ve never posted my writing anywhere before but this was so personal to me and i haven’t stopped reading it since i wrote it, so now i guess i hand it off to you. i wrote this at a very low point in my life and, while i am certainly doing better now, i still feel the emotions expressed in this piece quite often. being closeted is hard– it hurts. it really hurts. so, here goes! my writing, now yours as well.

March 3, 2019, 1:07am

Prompt: You knock louder and louder on the door, but nobody answers.

Banging. Thudding. Pounding. Kicking. I’m slamming at the door. I’m trapped, I’m claustrophobic, I’m scared; but worst of all– I’m alone. I have been in here for too long and I’m ready to leave. I miss my friends, I miss my family… I miss the truth. I miss the days when I didn’t see the walls, when it was harder to notice the harsh divide. But almost just as scary- if not scarier- as this deafening isolation is the potential of what’s on the other side of the door. What if it’s worse? I can’t know. “If only the door would just open!” I keep saying to myself. But in my heart of hearts I know it’s for naught. Because this is a door I can only open myself. And I imagine what the world on the other side is like. I fantasize about flying through the door in a burst of color and light, finally happy, finally smiling. A real smile. Not the smile blocked by the walls. A smile that says “I’m free! I’m here! I’m out!” But for now I remain incarcerated. It’s hard to justify, though. Feeling imprisoned when you are your own jailor.