Exorcise the demons of your creativity and interrogate them on why they have been slacking. Use scare tactics. Use brute force. Use any imagination you have left.
Growing Up Wrong
You were not wrong in first grade
when Jordan Marshall gave you an ultimatum
and you chose to kiss him
so he would finally stop chasing you.
You were not wrong in fifth grade
when you decided to explore your body
in ways no one would talk about,
even though your step-dad caught you
and taunted you.
You didn’t know what a lesbian was,
but the way his accusations danced around you
made you feel like it was the dirtiest thing you’d ever be called.
You were not wrong in sixth grade
when you wanted to go out with Derek Dunn,
and his response was to tell the entire grade
that you were too flat-chested,
so he’d fuck you and run.
You were not wrong in seventh grade
when you pushed your boyfriend away
every time he stuck his tongue in your mouth.
You were not a bad girlfriend
for trusting yourself more than you trusted him.
You were not wrong in eleventh grade
when you couldn’t stop thinking about Danielle Bakerson,
about how your entire life changed when you saw her in the school play,
even though your best friends abandoned you
and made sure you knew you were a “disgusting lesbian.”
You were not wrong in your final teenage year
when you wanted to take your shirt off at the beach
and change your name to reflect your essence,
even though your childhood friends told you
they didn’t agree with who you were
as if your personhood were up for debate.
You have never been wrong,
for you have been taught that your body is not your own.
You have been cornered and poked and prodded and shamed.
You have been made to feel like you were made for someone else,
for anyone else,
for everyone else.
you were made for you
and those who made you feel otherwise
have wronged you.
Mamihlapinatapei - The look between two people in which each loves the other but is too afraid to make the first move
Gargalesthesia - The sensation caused by tickling
Not that he’d ever outright mention it to them, but Levi loved Isabel and Farlan. He really did.
He’d love them even more if they just got together already instead of pining away like complete morons. Oh, sure, they tried to hide it, but Levi had seen the looks they traded, so full of fear and love and longing that he was filled with the urge to do something, anything to make it better. Normally he tried to avoid having anything to do with the subtle art of courtship, but he was prepared to knock their shitty faces together if it meant a break in the tension.
Which, incidentally, just kept getting worse.
After Farlan walked into a dining room pillar because he was so busy contemplating the back of Isabel’s head, Levi had to pull him aside and explain to him that obviously the girl shared his attraction, so do something already you asswipe.
To which Farlan said (more than a little defensively) that he had a plan. He just… needed a little time to fine-tune it.
Clearly, Levi had to take matters into his own hands, and as he studiously ignored their shy glances and awkward attempts at some passable form of communication, he realized he might have to do it literally.
His opportunity arose after training, as the three of them were removing their 3D gear. Isabel was busy disentangling an uncooperative strap, Farlan was trying to muster the courage to help her, and everyone else had already left the room. Perfect. Levi sidled over to them, then went in for the kill, delivering a lighting-fast strike to her side and tickling her without mercy.
And then, as she shrieked and whirled around, he pointed very seriously at Farlan.
The rest about went how one would expect. Levi watched with interest as Isabel tackled the blond to the floor and proceeded to tickle him until he was howling for mercy… At least until one of his desperately flailing arms managed to catch her in the jaw, and then the tickle-fest turned into a pro wrestling tournament.
The pair tumbled this way and that in a tangle of fists and boots, trading vicious punches and kicks, until Levi deemed it unsafe to be in the same room with them and moved to a vantage point behind the door.
There was a particularly loud thud. “What the hell?” Farlan yelped.
Isabel let out a cry of pain, followed by a hiss of, “You’re the one who started it.”
"Yeah, well you’re the one who shoved me onto the floor!”
"That was justified!"
"Like hell it was!"
Watching through a crack in the door, Levi saw that Isabel had somehow managed to get Farlan into a chokehold, in spite of his greater bulk pinning most of her limbs.
"God, Isabel, you’re such a pest," Farlan wheezed, face turning an interesting shade of red.
"At least I’m not a dick like you," she muttered, trying and failing to get her other arm out from under him. Their faces were very close together.
"Hah, well I… You…"
Levi chanced another look in case someone had lost consciousness (as tended to happen when they fought) but as it turned out, they had simply lost the space between their lips instead.
Gently, he closed the door.
It was a job well done.
Going on right now in Ferguson: Police are raiding a church that has been stocked with medical supplies, food, and tear gas recovery kits for community members engaging in protests. This cannot be allowed to continue.
Stand up, speak out.
Friendly reminder that Dreamworks created a character who not only displayed everything that’s wrong with Nice Guy Syndrome, but also turned into a supervillian when he was friend zoned.
And it was brilliant and more people need to watch Megamind
Technically not a supervillain, just a regular villain due to his lack of
US Constitution, First Amendment: The right to assemble, to have free speech, to have freedom of the press.
Ferguson Police: Kicks out media and limits protestors to a “First Amendment Area”
funny, i thought the WHOLE COUNTRY was a first amendment area. silly me.
Wow. They are going to have so many lawsuits when all is said and done.