… him not recovering. be that physically, or in the sense that he doesn’t gain his memories back. or both. i fear for that, with even just one, or worse, both.
"40% of Afghanistan’s skateboarders are female.100 % of those are tough as nails. "
now that’s kickass
THIS IS THE RADDEST PICTURE I’VE EVER SEEN ROCK THE FUCK ON
12. KISS CAM at a game
It was a casual outing. Jade’s husband, Dave, or Stridouche as he was aptly and ironically nicknamed, got free baseball tickets from his job every so often. This time around, a few members of his typical company couldn’t make it, and as such, when he’d given you your ticket, he’d given you an extra and told you to invite whoever you wanted. Why not John?
And so all of you had found your seats in the stadium. Good seats too, just left of home plate. Things go as they always did, Jade cheering the loudest when a good play was made, Boxcars cursing the worst with every bad one. Beers and popcorn and peanuts and cotton candy make their rounds. The home team is up by 3 by half time, and several other members of the party have excused themselves to go about their business while they wait for the game to continue.
You don’t pay much attention to the half time festivities. They’re for the kids, mostly, or so you figured. It’s not until Dave nudges you and directs your attention to the jumbotron that you see— well, yourself. Yourself and John, whose turned around to chat with Roxy. Emblazoned on the bottom of the screen is “KISS CAM”, and you knew what was expected to happen next.
"…John, look at that." You’re referring to the screen, you suppose, but you knew what the brunet next to you would do first. You’re looking at him, and as you expected, he turns to you first.
"Look at wha—" You cut him off by leaning in to press a quick, but firm kiss on his lips. You’re flushed red when you pull away, not helped by the various oohs and catcalls and applause of the crowd. You gesture to the screen, and smile sheepishly.
>karkat had invited you to a game — saying he got tickets from a friend and got an extra one to invite whomever he pleased. so, he invited you. and you had happily accepted. you hadn’t been to a game in a while. you pay attention to the game up until a timeout/break, and then you don’t really pay much attention to the team. you don’t really pay much attention to the field in general, since there’s nothing going on on it. you turn around to talk to roxy, unaware that you and karkat were showing up on the jumbotron. your chatter with roxy is interrupted by karkat, however, when he calls your name and tells you to look at something. you don’t know what he’s talking about, and even if you did, you’d wanna make sure. so you turn around to look at him, and you suppose that’s what he wanted, because he presses his limps firmly to your’s quickly, much to your surprise. your eyes widen.
>it’s quick but firm, and when he pulls away, you’re both red. you probably are, moreso than him, because that surprised you, and well, it was karkat. it always happened when he did that — when he kissed you. he has this magical ability to make you turn redder than a tomato.
>the audience cheers and oohs and catcalls. he gestures to the screen and smiles sheepishly, telling you that’s what you should look at, and now you know why the audience all reacted. you turn redder as they continue to cheer and you cover your face.
My class pretended to play dead.
Just as the Mayans predicted, the apocalypse came with the signal of a cough.
these middle schoolers read better than my high school honors english class
I REALLY HAVE TO REBLOG THIS IM SORRY THE FUCKING TEACHER