Did I have to rush my essay? Yes. Did I turn it in 10 minutes before midnight when it was due? Yes. Did I proofread it? No. Did I probably fuck it up at least a bit? Yeah. Did I get a good grade? We'll see.
But at least I didn't use AI. I wrote a good, genuine, shitty essay, instead of getting a program to write a shitty essay for me that would probably be easily flagged as AI.
This is what it feels like when your past abuser has obviously moved on. Fuck you mean you casually sat nearby me and didn't care? I had a flashback over that. So unfair lol.
Having a migraine during a tech rehearsal is legitimately the worst thing ever.
Backstage is busy and chaotic, then you go onstage and the lights are so blinding it feel like you're getting stabbed in the head with a dagger.
I want to get into a fight with someone where we just beat the shit out of each other for no reason. No emotional strings attached, no anger or grudges, just fucking going at it.
THIS 😂
I was out this this cute girl and I think we were really hitting it off, then she asked what kind of comics I make. I told her, and then as she looked at them on her phone, recognition came over her face.
Her: "oh...OH MY GOD... ARE YOU THE BIKE CUCK GUY???"
Me: "Y-yeah..."
Her: "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!"
Her: "WAIT, HOLD ON, I GOTTA SHOW MY FRIENDS THIS."
She asked the people at the table behind us if she could borrow one of their phones for a second to pull up something on the browser. Then she held their phone somewhat in front of hers and took a photo of me along with it.
I never asked for the photo so here is my approximate recreation of what I think it looked like:
She was busy texting seemingly all of her friends as we finished our meals and stood up, when I decided to pipe up again.
Me: "Um, y-you know wh-what would make the happiness in the world increase..."
She looked up from her phone with a sly smile.
Her: "What?"
Me: "I-if...if we k-- um, kissed..."
Her amused smile slowly descended into an absolutely indiscernible neutral expression.
then, after a pause
it rose again into a smile
Her: "You... are so cute. Close your eyes. I have a surprise for you."
I closed my eyes tight, and gently puckered my lips, bracing for a kiss.
Then she slapped my ass so hard that there is still a palm print on it.
Percy Jackson but Hestia has a cabin. that is where the unclaimed go because she goddess of home and family. Demigods get claimed faster because when they show up Hestia glares at her siblings, nieces and nephews untill they claim them.
I have absolutely no idea what this blog will hold. random thoughts? art? stories? probably just whatever comes to mind. you can call me Iris. she/her
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