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I should be happy. I’m performing theatre for people after yearning to do so and even though I thought yet again it would be different and I would feel actually close to people, seemingly I’ll always be that extra girl in a “friendship” and always be embarrassing myself. But I can’t cry to someone and tell them how I feel because I would feel bad cause it’s really not something they should have to deal with. But god, I never thought that I’d feel more alone surrounded by a whole bunch of people than I do in the silence of my room.

HELPPPPPAKSKEOKDLD 😭😭😭 idk why this is so funny but it is I CANNOT—

Never from Footloose (1984) | Scream from High School Musical 3 (2008)

Darry, telling off Ponyboy: No, you will do what you're told! I say it for a reaso-

Pony, hearing only what he wants to hear: WE CAN DO WHAT WE'RE TOLD WE CAN GO WHERE WE'RE LED BUT I'VE LEARNED FROM MY FATHER TO SEE WHAT'S AHEAD

Two-Bit, joining from another room: NOTHING HERE TO HOLD ME, NO ONE THAT I OWE, FUNNY HOW A BOYY CAN GROWWW

Pony: FUNNY WHEN A CITY TELLS YOU WHEN ITS TIME TO GOOOOOO! THAT'S WHERE I-

Everyone else, sick of their bullshit: ENOUGH!

daily occurrence in the curtis household, gang (also me projecting the songs that have been stuck in my head all day) (new chapters in my fics coming soon!)

Ever since I was a little girl I’ve loved information

I THINK I ASCENDED TO SPACE.

SOMEONE THROW ME OFF THE PLANET.

NO PLANET NO PROBLEMS.

im usually not very good with requests... *proceeds to write 2000 words in a chap for a chat fic* this dont usually happen even in prose yall 😭

but this chap goes with the hc that pony and twobit are theatre kids so i think that was a catalyst for me to go overboard

i need more outsiders aus like the ones where pony goes back in time or something like "Changing Places" and "What Isn't Real" by Emily_F6 cause those were so gooooooddd and I need to see more of smth like that cause i love how chaotic it is and how much you can do with it and in turn write a happy ending. someone pls

did I come up with anything? kinda...

In a world with constant conflict, the only job of the people is to fight in the war. They could be rewarded with medals, money, or simply the title of being a savior, which was a highly respected military soldier who contributed greatly to the war effort. 

Orphanages and group homes that were turned into military training centers are packed with children who lost their parents in the war, most of them left with little to no memories of their real family as they’re conscripted to fight in the war.

Many did it gladly, it was all they knew, all that they thought they were good for. They were shipped off to the battlefields. They were given codes instead of names. They were soldiers, but behind that, they were kids. 

Dreaming in their cots of people they would have known if maybe, just maybe, there was a world where hate didn’t prevail entirely. Maybe the sky was bright, maybe blue. Maybe something could grow from the soil of the trenches, the dirt beneath their feet. Perhaps, the concept of killing and dying would be foreign rather than the Grim Reaper being a close friend.

Maybe these children wouldn’t have to face Death himself as beings meant to be full of life. They knew how to fight, but in a war? They were strangers to suffering. They were told they were going to be safe, but that was just another lie.

Maybe the world wasn’t so manipulated to hold arms to children, those meant to love and to live to heal, but rather die. Backs against the wall, they’re surrounded with no choice but to await their fate as it all comes back to them the way it had to their parents, grandparents, great-grandparents, and their great-great-grandparents before them. But there wouldn’t be any more children out in the war once they’re all dead.

(am I onto something or on something)

not calling off the wedding right 😭

mb 😭

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o-o-o-o-oh m-my g-g-goodness! golly gee! you? marry me? Bet.

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