RANT!*Please note that the entirety of this journal is a rant*
People who don't like a certain ship.
I don't care! I respect that you don't like a ship, even if I love it. However, when people go shoving their opinions of a certain ship down other people's throats I hate it. I can't stand it!
* "They not gay! Just friends. Get that through your heads people!"
* "I seriously don't see how people think, THEY'RE TOTAL BUDDIES, DEYRE GAYZ, no people, just no ... People really need to think twice before they ship."
* "You people make me sick, friends, not lovers idiots."
THESE are the kind of comments that I hate.
1. You don't always CHOOSE your ship. Sometimes you just like the ship for no reason.
2. If you don't like something, don't look at it.
3. If you don't like something and happen to come across it, move on and don't comment on how much you hate something.
IT'S NOT HARD!
People who stereotype different fangirls.
Yaoi fangirls. Please tell me how we're all "Stupid, mindless retards who ne
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"Urk..." You groaned. Your face was swollen and your lip was busted, thanks to the one and only Dave Strider. It wasn't as bad as yesterday's beating, but that didn't mean it hurt any less. But, of course, you couldn't do anything to stop him, now could you? Seeing as how he's the quarterback on the school's football team, the most popular guy in school AND your ex's boyfriend... Yeah, you get it.
But today, well, you fought through it pretty well if you must say so yourself. Because today was the day you had your (study)date with (Name). You'd put some ice on your face and take a pill to reduce the swelling, fix your hair so it didn't look so wild, and change into some clothes that didn't have blood stains on it.
John, who usually sat in the back with his friend, Vriska, sat down beside you. "Hey, are you okay, man?"
You turned your head to the window so he couldn't see the damage. "Yeah, just a little under the weather..."
John raised an eyebrow. "Uh... Sure..." He changed the topic suddenly. "Anyways, that's not important! I came to ask if you wanted to have a sleepover at my place this weekend! It's going to be me, you, Vriska, Rose, Tavros, Sollux, Nepeta, (Name)-"
You stopped him, not needing to hear anymore. "I'll be there."
John gave you the biggest grin in the world. "Really?! I never thought you'd say yes! This is going to be great! I'll text you later, okay?" He got up to leave, but you tugged on his jacket.
"How do you know (Name)?" you asked.
John gave a light laugh, sitting back down. "Oh, me and (Name) go waaaaay back! We're movie buddies, too!"
You just sort of looked at him. "The fuck is a movie buddy?"
"A movie buddy is a buddy who you watch movies with, stupid, what else?" John laughed. He sighed. "Dave used to be my movie buddy, but when he started acting really mean and douchebaggy, he also stopped being my bro..." John sounded depressed, and he let out another sigh, "I still wonder what happened to him, you know? Like, where it all went wrong. I'm a little surprised that blind chick is still with him."
"Yeah, I know." You swallowed a lump down your throat as that terrible memory seeped through cracks.
John stared at you. "Didn't you date her at one point?-"
"Yeah, big deal." You weren't looking at him, but just the aura you were sending was frightening enough. But, John being John, recovered quickly and said, "Oh, well, sorry, dude."
"Oh. Okay, man." John bit his lip awkwardly. "Well, getting back on subject..." You and John talked for the entire bus ride, conversing about movies and actors, a little bit of gossip here and there, and you talked about your crushes as well, but when that subject came up, you decided to text about it to keep it's confidentiality. John had a huge crush on Vriska, and was planning on asking her out at the sleepover party. You didn't know Vriska Serket very well, but by the way John described her, she seemed pretty cool. Her and Terezi are best friends though, and that bugged you because of what could happen at the party and what she could tell Terezi-
"Hey, kid, it's your stop." The bus driver snapped, his breath of meatballs and alcohol clogging your windpipe. You got up and left the bus, taking your keys out of your pocket as you walked up the driveway. Your dad's car was gone, nothing unusual. He must have left on another business trip, surprise, surprise.
Before you could unlock the door, it swung open, Kankri standing there with an unpleasant look on his face. He grunted, saying nothing. He moved out of the way and let you inside, glaring as you past him. You snarled at him and ignored his snide remarks about your appearance, heading upstairs to get freshened up for your date.
You rampaged to your room and locked the door, huffing and struggling to catch your breath. You ran all the way home today, not even bothering to greet Zack like you usually do. You needed to take a shower (P.E. last period...) and find the perfect thing to wear.
After having a relaxing hot shower, you did your hair and makeup. As for clothing, you decided to go with casual black jeans and a pretty white blouse. And you "accidentally" forgot your books at school, so you would have to share with Karkat.
You took a good look at yourself in the mirror, smirking with satisfaction. "Hot damn, I'm good."
Zack knocked at the bathroom door furiously. "Dude are you fucking done yet?! If I don't piss now my schlong is going to fall off!"
You swung the bathroom door open dramatically, slamming Zack square in the face. "Fear not for your schlong, brother!-" You looked down at the crumpled body in the hallway, muttering in pain. "Oh. Sorry. Too much?"
You were so nervous about this. What if she thought you looked ridiculous? Or maybe you had to brush your teeth again? God, you even had to look up 'how males dress for a studydate'! You paced around your room, scratching at your neatly combed hair. The hairspray made it feel icky. There are better words to describe that, but icky was the first one that came to mind.
The doorbell rang, and you felt a wash of sickness come over you. You ran downstairs, yelling "I got it! I got it!", but Kankri was already at the door.
Kankri smiled. "(Name)? Well, isn't this a surprise?" His face contorted. "Although you should tell people before hand when and if you are coming in case their schedule is packed and they cannot make room for you. But I'm not saying that this isn't the perfect timing, because I was going to call you later about this week's meeting-"
"Kankri, you're rambling. I'm not here about book club," Kankri was about to tell (Name) how rude it is to interrupt, but she spoke before he could. "I'm here for Karkat."
Kankri's neutral expression turned sour. "Oh. I see." He turned around, you standing there with your arms crossed. "Very well then. I will leave you two alone. I'll be in the library room if you should ever need me."
(Name) nodded, waving as Kankri left in a huff. She turned to you, and after taking a glance at your attire, she smiled. "Well, hello there Marshall Lee!"
You looked down at your plaid red and black shirt and dark gray jeans, blushing. You knew who Marshall Lee was, and, quoting an Adventure Time meme, you muttered, "Gets ten seconds of screen time with no dialogue; Has more fangirls than Edward Cullen."
(Name) smiled and laughed. You both realised you "forgot your books", and without them, you couldn't do anything. You remembered John mentioning (Name)'s fondness of romantic comedy films.
You scratched your head awkwardly. "So, do you want to go downstairs and watch a movie or something?"
(Name) nodded. "Sounds cool to me." You opened the door to the basement, motioning her to follow. You haven't been down there for years, but just the smell of it brought some nostalgia. The walls were covered in finger paintings from yours and Kankri's childhood. Pictures of animals and cartoon characters from the 90's. You were so proud of your painting of Phil and Lil from Rugrats. (Name) smiled. "Wow, this is adorable!"
You rubbed the back of your neck and blushed with a sheepish smile on your face. "Uh, thanks, I guess." While (Name) looked around in awe at your paintings, you grabbed a handful of rom-coms from the shelf and scanned through quickly. You turned around to make sure she wasn't watching you, and to your relief, she wasn't. You rolled up your sleeve and glanced at the smudged ink on your arm, thanking John silently. You plucked out her three favorite rom-coms, Fifty First Dates, How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days, and Monster-In-Law, and threw them on the couch. (Name) looked away from the art wall and gasped, slowly walking over and staring with her jaw inches away from the floor.
You pretended to be surprised and tilted your head. "Something wrong?"
She squealed in response and ran over to the DVD player, Fifty First Dates in hand, her eyes glinting in the dim light from the basement window. "This is my favorite movie! How did you know?!"
You shrugged and sat down on the couch, watching (Name) giggle with pride as she turned on the old dusty TV and scrambled back to sit next to you, a wide, childish smile on her face. You've never felt so calm, so at-peace with yourself. When you first saw her, you thought you were going to pass out. She legit came to your house to hang out with you (Pssh, no studying here what are you talking about?), and you were now going to watch a movie with her, and it was both your favorite! You weren't giddy or nervous, like you felt around her at school. You felt normal, in a way. She acted the same, but I guess your environment affects your emotions? No, that makes no sense, you stupid fuck.
You leaned back, stretching in the non-cliché way that most guys would when watching a movie with a pretty girl, and yawned. Although this movie was definitely your favorite (you had a poster in your room and everything), you were exhausted, and felt too tired to stay awake. You snapped your head up, dismissing the odd look (Name) gave you. What are you doing?! You're with the greatest girl in the world and this might be your only chance to tell her how you feel! No, wait, you can't tell her you love her on the first date, you idiot! This isn't even a real date! It's supposed to be a studydate! You fucking-
A slam on the ceiling made you fall off the couch, banging your head against the floor. Your red albino eyes shot open, looking around frantically to see where you were. You were in the basement, a soft blanket wrapped around you and slightly choking you. You yanked it off, seeing that you were still in your clothes from yesterday. Your phone said it was 10:37.
You yelped and began to panic. You missed school! While most people would be happy for that, you were not. You had a big science test today, and missing school also meant Dave would hit you twice as hard as normal next time he saw you. You falling asleep last night also meant you missed your chance with (Name). School and Dave quickly left your brain and the thought of never getting that opportunity with (Name) again overwhelmed you.
You kneeled down on the cold cement floor, clutching your hair with a fierce grip. "You blew it! You fucking moron!"
A piece of white paper resting on the coffee table caught your eye, and you grabbed it, reading it out loud:
I know you must be very tired, so I'm heading home. The movie seems to get better every time I watch it! I hope you don't mind, but I borrowed the other movies, sorry! If you want them back, just let me know. I convinced Kankri to let you stay home, I think you need a good night sleep. John texted me and said you're going to his party on Friday, so I guess I'll see you there!
You flopped back, a small smile making it's way to your face as your cheeks went rosy red. Maybe, just maybe, things could get better.