I have never actually done a screenplay, but I think about it a lot. My style of writing tends to be minimalizing. I have a hard time with detailed descriptions that last forever and a day [[ often times when I read and there is tons of description with nothing going on, I'll skim through until something happens ]] and am more dialogue oriented. I've been told by several people that I should give screenwriting a shot since it requires significantly less background description, but have never actually gone forth with it. This mostly has to do with the fact that it is entirely different form of writing and there is the fear of doing it wrong. I would like to give it a shot in the near future, but have yet to actually embark on such a journey.
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She got a new keyboard some time ago, rendering the agreement null and void.
True story.
Bitch u ain't goin' nowhere.
I am only 10 minutes into the first episode of Free! Season Two and augh. // swoons // Makoto baby <3
For all those that were in Cupid's Brew, this will be a bit nostalgic. It is some Oliver x Pierce deliciousness that I had the strong compulsion to write this week. Warning that the Spoiler part is mildly graphic. It's nothing too extreme, but enough to warrant a spoiler so that I don't get in trouble. I hope you enjoy. Ever since Pierce's birthday kiss, she had been seeing a lot more of Oliver. It had only been a few weeks ago, but the whole dynamic of their relationship felt different. Not much had changed, considering the sheer levels of awkwardness, but she definitely felt closer to him. He hadn't kissed her since then, which made each visit one thousand times more excruciating. Her mom still wasn't a fan of a college boy hanging around the house, but he was clearly starting to grow on her. It meant that Pierce was spending less time alone and her mother appreciated the fact that Oliver seemed to scared to make a move on her seventeen-year-old daughter, which she had verbalized one afternoon – warranting embarrassed glances between the two, and a nervous shriek from Pierce. She had still never been to Oliver's apartment. He would always say he was coming over and they spent time in her residence. It made her wonder why he didn't want her there, but she would never dwell on it for too long. There were more important things to worry about. Pierce, in her own dorky way, had started to do, say, and wear things that would catch Oliver's attention. She was only about forty percent sure he was even noticing the difference, but change is good, right? Change would be especially good for her, considering he had honestly believed her social anxiety disorders stemmed from sexual abuse. The thought still made her blush profusely. She was working her hardest for him not to see her that way anymore. Becoming a more outspoken, decisive person was difficult. It wasn't in her nature to speak her mind or be decisive. Oliver had told her before that if she wanted something, she needed to say it. She hoped Sophie would be proud of her – Sophie; thinking about her hurt a little less these days, but it was still painful. “Sophie,” Pierce whispered, staring at herself in the mirror. She had on the short, sparkly, silver dress with the long sleeves her mom bought for Sophie's party. It felt strange wearing such a flashy dress when they weren't going out to anywhere in particular. It was just going to be a big night. She had come to the resolute decision that tonight would be the night she becomes a woman, before anything else can go bad. She wanted it to be with Oliver. He was special to her. He helped her grieve Sophie's death and didn't let her fall back into her pit of loneliness. Even if Oliver didn't think of her as girlfriend material, she wanted this, and with him. He had told her he liked her that nigh. Is it okay if we leave it at that, for now? He never did explain what that meant. Perhaps tonight, she would get answers. If she didn't, well, she had heard the rumors over the last couple of weeks. Her chocolate brown eyes landed on the crystal, heart-shaped bottle. There were whispers of classmates using it, successfully. If things didn't go her way, she could make it go her way. Was it selfish to want Oliver all to herself? There were only two other things she wanted so deeply as this; both of which were impossibly out of her control. This, on the other hand, was something she could take charge of. The doorbell rang. Pierce jumped at the sound. Her phone beeped and she looked down to see a message from Oliver saying he was waiting in the kitchen. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips, knowing he was comfortable enough to just walk into her house without being greeted first. She stuck the bottle in the bottom of her backpack, beneath clothes and her laptop, before zipping it shut. She slung the bag over her shoulder before taking one last glance of herself in the mirror. Oliver hadn't seen her in this dress that night. Pierce swallowed nervously then shut the door, heading downstairs. The look on his face when she entered the kitchen was more than enough confirmation. Sophie would be proud of me. Timidly, she tucked a lock of chestnut hair behind her ear and met his gorgeous green-eyed gaze. “Do I look weird?” she asked. He seemed to take a minute to recover and Pierce used that time to slip on her flats – she still wasn't brave enough to attempt heels. Oliver nodded slowly, his lips pressed together like he was in deep thought. “You look great,” he said carefully, “but you got awfully dressed up just to spend a weekend at my apartment.” It was true, but this was going to be a special weekend. She wanted to appeal to him now more than ever. Her mom was going to be stuck at the hospital for the weekend and Oliver's roommate Reed would be out of town. She hadn't met Reed, but Oliver talked about him occasionally. “I – I just wanted to look nice,” she blushed. He nodded once more, much quicker this time, and motioned towards the door. Pierce pulled out her keys and followed after him, locking the doors as she went. Oliver had reached the car first and stood on the passenger side with the door open. There was a fluttering throughout Pierce's body that caused her to look up at him with fondness and adoration. He was so great. She climbed into the passenger seat and he shut the car door after her. A few seconds later, he was settling down beside her in the driver's seat. “We'll have to stop at the grocery store on the way to my apartment.” he told her. “Okay,” she muttered quietly to herself as he turned on the radio. It was just loud enough to comfortably sing along with, but just quiet enough to have an easy conversation if one ensued. Oliver hummed along and Pierce stared at her hands. She started picking at her fingernails, as she usually did when nervous. Oliver had no idea about what she had planned for tonight. Could she honestly work up the courage to go through with it? Every time her thoughts would wander to that kiss they shared, her whole body seemed to zing with life and she felt like she was on fire. The last few weeks had been unbearable as they grew together mentally, but not physically. Every little bump or brush of the hand left her craving more. Never had her desires craved the touch of another human being like they did since that night with Oliver. It was times like these where she missed Sophie the most. She couldn't ask her mom about this sort of thing. It was way too embarrassing and awkward. If Sophie were here, she would tell her what to do and how to do it. Pierce didn't have anyone to talk to about Oliver. What if he didn't like the New Pierce? Then what? She would be all alone again. She didn't want to be all alo – “Pierce?! Hello. Earth to Captain Space Case. Are you listening?” She snapped her head up at the sound of his voice. He was staring at her strangely. “I-I'm sorry. What?” He sighed, unbuckling his seat belt, and pulling the keys out of the ignition. “I said, 'we are here.' Look, Pierce, if you don't want to come in --” “N – no! I do! I swear!” She fumbled to unbuckle her seat belt as quick as possible, but was all thumbs and clumsy. “Here.” Oliver reached over to press the red button for her, his knuckles brushing against her hip. The temperature in the car seemed to increase about thirty degrees. Her breath caught in her throat and brown eyes met green. Pierce was paralyzed in that moment. There had been numerous encounters such as this, and each one was more intense than the last. She was sure he could hear the sound of her beating heart, too afraid to break the lingering silence. Oliver cleared his throat and then a rush of cool air filled the car. He ran his pale, slender fingers through those strawberry blond locks of his before filing out of the car. Pierce followed suit, though taking much longer to do so than him. The cool air outside of the vehicle was exactly what she needed to refocus. She wouldn't be able to think straight for long in this condition. Pierce bit down on her lip before making her way around the car, trailing after Oliver into the store. Grocery shopping with Oliver had been entertaining. It was almost like they were a real couple out shopping for their next night's meal. She tried not to think about it too much, but it was nearly impossible with how perfect he looked standing there beside her, pushing the cart. Now, he stood less than a foot away in his tiny two-bedroom apartment kitchen, prepping dinner. “It's a gas stove.” She cocked her head to the side, looking up at him in confusion. “And?” she questioned. “Try not to start yourself on fire.” His tone was teasing, but the look in his eyes screamed of genuine concern. She swallowed down a lump in her throat before turning away from him to ignite the burner. She almost cut her fingers off nearly a dozen times, but it was a drastic improvement to the average night. Though, most of the cooking was done by Oliver to insure the safety of the food and their lives. At one point in time, he mentioned how he had no clue how any one person could be as clumsy and uncoordinated as her. She didn't have an answer, so she just tried her best to help with the dinner safely. Oliver seemed to be pretty good at this sort of thing. He must have had lots of practice after living on his own. Everything looked and smelled delicious, causing her stomach to growl. She rested her hand over it and whispered for it to be quiet. When it was done, they curled up on the couch with their food, Oliver's laptop positioned on the table between them. He had just finished downloading some new movie he though she would like. They were sitting within very small inches of one another, their plates in their laps. He leaned forward to press play and flipped the light switch above the couch. She chewed slowly as they opening credits played. Pierce was acutely aware of the lack of distance between them and heat seemed to radiate off of her body. She could see him eating in her peripherals. The delicate way his jaw moved when he chewed cause her to choke. If he knew she was watching him eat, he would undoubtedly find it incredibly weird. It was just that everything about him drew her in – the way his neck moved when he would swallow, the sweet pastel color of his hair against his fair cheeks, the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. “--movie.” She snapped her head around to face him fully. There was a blank look on her face as she met his gaze. “Hn?” Oliver sighed in frustration. “Honestly Pierce. How is anyone ever supposed to have a conversation with you if you're either: a) stammering too hard to form a coherent sentence, or b) so far gone in your own little world that you never hear anything that is said to you? I asked how you were liking the movie, but it's obvious you haven't even been watching it.” She felt her heart sink deep within her chest. She didn't want to upset Oliver, not in the least bit. “I'm sorry,” she whispered. There was a muffled, whatever, before he got to his feet. “I'm gonna use the bathroom.” He pointed to her plate with the hand not holding his, “Are you done eating?” Pierce looked down, not realizing how little of her food she had eaten. She nodded. He pressed pause on the movie before collecting her plate. Pierce wet her lips as she watched him disappear into the kitchen. She swallowed hard, trying to figure out how to fix the situation. Her thoughts wandered to the crystal vial in the bag at her feet. Chocolate brown eyes landed on the cup to the left of the laptop. With trembling hands, she reached for the zipper on her bag. As her hand began to dig through her clothes, she heard a chime come from the machine in front of her. Pierce froze in place, her fingertips dangling just above the bottle. Her head lifted to see a message window pop up in the corner of his screen. She slipped her hand out of the backpack and leaned forward. The user name was unfamiliar to her. [[ Are you busy? Would like to talk. ]] Pierce never snooped through other people's possessions. It was an invasion of privacy, something that went against every fiber in her being. Yet, she was compelled to click on the name opening the message window. There were a lot of message back and forth. She skimmed through just enough to learn three things. First, this person was a girl; second, her name was Mary; and third, she had some sort of relationship with Oliver. Pierce had only been looking for a few seconds, knowing fully well that Oliver would walk out at any moment. The same Oliver that had told her he liked her, and had something going on with this Mary woman. She exited the window quickly and jumped to her feet at the sound of the bathroom door. Tears stung her eyes and her heart hammered in her chest. Long brown hair draped down around her as she began to nervously pick at her nails. Her whole body was trembling. What she saw didn't change anything. She had done her best to brace herself for something of that nature, but it still left her winded. As much as she figured it to be true, she hadn't wanted to believe it. Pierce wanted to be the only one. Would she ever matter to someone that much? Surprised to see the girl standing in the middle of the room, Oliver flipped the switch upon entering. Light flooded the space and he was able to get a good look at her standing there, vulnerable and broken. “Pierce, what's wrong?” he asked her softly, taking a step forward. “Oliver,” she breathed his name out like a heavy weight. At the sound of his name, he stopped his advance. Pierce swallowed down another lump in her throat and drew in a deep breath. “Oliver, I – I know about Mary. She sent – sent you a message when … when you were in the other r – room, but … but that – that doesn't change what I w – want to say.” She bit down on her lip feeling nauseated. He opened his moth to speak, but she held up a poorly manicured finger to stop him. “I – I need to say it, o – or I never will. I r – really … I really like you a – and it's – it's fine if you don't l – like me as much as Mary --” just saying her name was like being gutted with a dull knife, “I thought you m – might have someone else. I just didn't want to believe … believe it. I kn – know I'm not much to look at or e – even great company, but getting to – to spend all of this time with you m – means everything to m – me.” “Pierce,” he choked out her name. She shook her head and continued. “You've – you've helped me a lot a – and although Sophie was m – my first k – kiss, you gave m – me my first real … my first real kiss. I … I w – want … I want you, Oliver.” Tears were starting to brim over and spill onto her cheeks. Pierce lifted her hand to her mouth, arms trembling, to keep from vomiting. “Pierce,” he said her name again, his voice cracking as he did so. “I'm a coward,” he admitted. She looked at him with raised eyebrows. “I'm a coward and I don't deserve you. You … you are more beautiful than you know, and strong – so strong. I don't think I've ever met anyone as resilient as you. Even trough everything, you keep trying. Even now, with the way you put yourself out there.” She drew in a sharp breath. “I don't deserve you...” he muttered to himself. Pierce reached behind her back in search of the zipper to her dress. Tears continued to trail their way down her jaw and her hands shook. “Oliver,” his name was barely audible, but he heard it. “Ollie,” she repeated with a child – like tone, but fear and rejection were clear in everything about her. “I … I want y – you to be my – my first...” The living room was dead silent, save for the small sound of her zipper moving slowly, carefully down her back. “Will you – will you be my first...?” Time seemed to fast forward in that instant. Oliver was across the room in a blink of an eye. His hands cupped her face and his lips pressed lightly against hers at first. “What did I say about crying?” he told her softly, wiping the tears away. Her arms fell to her sides as he pressed his lips to hers once more, deeper this time. Oliver's hands slid from her cheeks to the back of her head, tangling within her locks of chestnut hair. Pierce wrapped her arms around his sides, holding his shoulders from behind. Her insides felt ready to explode. As their mouths parted and their kiss deepened, Pierce felt a shock within her that was increasingly more intense than the last time they kissed. Every ounce of her being was calling his name. She dug her fingers into his shirt, coiling the fabric within her fist. His hands slid down her back, finding the half drawn zipper. A shiver of excitement and nervousness passed through her. Oliver pulled away from her, breathing heavily. “Are you sure?” he asked, “You don't have to do this if you don't want to.” A quirky smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as she repeated the words he so often said to her. “I only do what I want, not because I have to.” Her brown eyes were misty from the tears and a whirlwind of emotions. Oliver pulled her in hard against his body, crushing his lips to hers. She tightened her grasp on the back of his shirt and chill ran down her spine as he lowered the zipper. Pierce could feel the dress coming loose and a wave of self – consciousness plagued her. What if he didn't like what he saw under the dress? She wished she had some fancy underwear. Everything she owned was super boring because these had never been the types of things she worried about. Walking without tripping? Yes. Failing algebra? Yes. Complicated sheet music? Yes. Being seen in her bra and panties by an older man? Nope. Didn't even hit the radar. Oliver's hands ran over her shoulders and down her arms as he lowered the dress off her body. He forced her to let go of his shirt so that she could get her hands out of the sleeves. Pierce moved to cover her body, as the the trim of her bra was exposed. Oliver hesitated, whispering into her ear, his warm breath tickling her neck. “We can stop.” he told her, his voice tense. Spoiler Pierce gulped nervously and moved her arms away from her chest. “N – no,” she choked out, her throat dry. She had never been so exposed before. “K – keep going.” she told him. Slowly, Oliver moved the dress down the length of her body, planting kisses against her warm skin as he did so. It sent chills down her spine. She wrapped her fingers in the fabric at the bottom of his shirt and started to pull it up his torso. Pierce felt her dress slide off her hips and fall in a circle around her feet. Her body tensed as she became entirely too aware of the fact that she was now standing in front of Oliver with nothing on but her underwear. Her breath was rapid and short and her brown eyes widened as she looked at him. There was a gleam in his green eyes that she had never seen before. Pierce opened her mouth to say something, but no words would come out. Oliver lifted her chin and crushed his lips against hers. His fingers wound in her hair and she was rendered breathless. Her hands moved against his chest, under his shirt, and felt the smoothness of his skin. His body rubbed against hers – the fabric of his clothes against her bare skin. It was starting to be too much and Oliver seemed to have sensed that. He let go of her to lift his shirt up and over his head as quickly as possible. Her lips parted at the sight of him without a shirt on. She ran her finger over the contours on his chest. Pierce lifted her gaze to meet his and a smile played at her lips. “Come on,[/COLOR]” his voice came out hoarse. Oliver grabbed her hand and led her down the hall to his room. This was it. It was really about to happen. He pushed the door open and they stepped into the dimly lit room. It was difficult to get a good visual of the room, but from what she could see, it was very much Oliver. She bit her lip as he turned to face her, a wave of nausea rolled over her. Oliver walked backwards to his bed, guiding her. His eyes seemed to run up and down the length of her body, absorbing everything. It was both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. In this moment, all he wanted was her and that was more than anyone had ever wanted from her. He sat down on his bed, pulling her down beside him. Oliver seated her on his lap, his hand moving slowly up the length of her thigh. Her nerve ending began working in overtime at his touch. She returned to kissing him, running her hands through his strawberry blond locks. His hands moved up her back and she felt them rest against the clasp on her bra. She froze in place. Oliver just kept his hand there, waiting for her to calm down. When her bearings returned to her and her muscles relaxed, she felt the clasps come undone. His fingers raked over her shoulders as he lowered the straps down her arms. The cups fell loose from her breasts and she dropped her arms to let the bra hit the floor. Her gaze lingered on the garment at her feet, barely processing what else was going on. That was, until Oliver's warm hands pressed firmly against her shoulders, laying her back on the bed. He began to kiss his way down her chest, leaving miniature jolts of electricity in his wake. As he reached her belly button, he stopped. Oliver stood up, unbuttoning his pants, and reached for a draw in his nightstand. He seemed to shuffle through it for a minute before she heard the crinkling sound of a wrapper. Condom... This was officially the point of no return. Pierce couldn't believe that she had honestly initiated all of this. When did she become this type of perso – “Really Pierce?” She blinked, realizing he was leaning over her, his pants hanging loosely at his hips, unbuttoned. “What?” she asked looking confused. A small chuckle racked his body. She liked the way he looked when he laughed, but why was he laughing at her? “I said I was asking you one last time. I'll understand if you don't want to go through with this. There are better --” Pierce lifted her finger up to his mouth, pressing it against his lips. Rarely in her life had she ever felt so bold. That seemed to be all Oliver needed as confirmation before he pulled away and fumbled out of his pants. He tore open the condom wrapper and pulled off his boxers. Pierce knew what the male anatomy was supposed to look like, but it was completely different to actually see a man naked in front of her, especially one that liked her and was rolling on a condom and – oh my god he's taking off my panties. Her breath was raspy as she started to wheeze. Oliver had pulled her panties down to her knees before stopping to look up at her. She looked truly terrified. Pierce took a deep, shaky breath before nodding for him to continue. The next thing she knew, he was hovering over her, stationed between her parted legs. Oliver started to kiss her again, slowly this time. It was a comforting, enticing kiss. He was trying to help her relax – to open up to him. His thumb rubbed slow circles against her pelvis and suddenly she was feeling awake in ways she had never imagined. Oliver moved his kisses from her lips to trace her jawline, her ear, and then lastly her neck before she felt awaited force of him entering her. She squeaked a painful gasp, tears stinging the back of her eyes. “Shhh...” he whispered to her, comforting. Oliver moved slowly within her, doing his best to keep from causing any more pain. She had heard about it hurting the first time, that there might even be blood; but she didn't know what to really expect until it happened. All that really mattered to her was that it was Oliver. She didn't even care about what might happen the rest of the weekend or what this meant for their relationship. She told him what she wanted, and he gave it to her. Pierce had never truly had the strength to tell anyone want she wanted before meeting him. “Ah,” she gasped in surprise as his hands started moving in a pattern matching his thrusts. He had quickened the pace as she was beginning to hurt less and feel more. Her brown eyes widened when she realized what he was doing. Oliver kissed her, preventing any noise from escaping her. She wrapped her arms around his back, her nails digging into his skin. A wave of pleasure rolled through her body and she whimpered. Oliver bit down on her lip before burying his hands into the sheets and pushing against her one last time. He started to leave a trail of quick kisses from her ear to her shoulder and back. Her eyes locked with his and she smiled at him fondly before he moved away and she realized he was no longer inside of her. He turned away muttering the word 'gross' as he tossed the condom in the trash. Her nose wrinkled and she sat up on the bed, feeling tired and dizzy. “Are you okay?” he asked in a low, raspy voice. She took a minute to think about it before nodding once. “Y - yeah. Um … better than okay I'd say.” Oliver smiled at that and leaned over to give her a kiss on the forehead. “I am kind of tired though,” she added. He laughed a small laugh as he pulled on his boxers. “I'll go grab your bag for you.” She was left alone in his room as Oliver went to collect her things. Pierce wrapped up in a blanket as she waited for him to return. They had a lot to discuss but for right now, in this moment, she was happy. That's all that mattered. She wanted to believe that Oliver went through with this because he cared, not because he was just using her. He wouldn't have stopped that many times to make sure she was all right if he didn't care. She had to believe he cared. Pierce buried her face in the blanket. It smelled like him, and sex. She could still feel his presence all over her. “Pierce...” Pierce lifted her head to see that Oliver had come back, her bag in one hand and her bottle of Cupid's Brew in the other. Her eyes widened and her heart started hammering in her chest. She couldn't breathe. He wasn't supposed to see that, not ever. “Did you … did you use Cupid's Brew on me?”
power went out at the hotel. cleaning just got really complicated.
Just because you're incapable of winning doesn't mean the fun should be ruined for everyone else.
Go awaaaaaay.
Jubers, don't be such a h8r.
So I met @cstar last night. Here are some not very kawaii pics of us at McDonald's. Ahaaaa.... Spoiler
hello khv from hyuge and cstar ~
this pleases me greatly.
I kind of like the static bars in the last edit, especially considering he's a video game character. I definitely think the last anti-sora looks the best out of all the attempts. These are great starts Teddy.
baby if we don't say anything then it is more than likely we will be called by our regular username. though i can't speak for Ben because his usernames change every two weeks and it's never the same thing twice.
Here.
This. #Minnesota_FTW
❯ ❯ As Tales and Death began to move through the cavern, Roxam continued to stand in place. There was a tug at her hand and she looked up to see Tales in front of her confused. He hadn't realized she was still standing there at first. "Come on," he told her. ❯ ❯ The techni - color haired girl just continued to stand there, her gaze passing over his shoulder to the ghoulish figure ahead. "Death," she choked out his name. The strange decrepit man turned to face her, only then realizing how far away she was. ❯ ❯ "What is it?" he asked in that hollow deep voice of his. ❯ ❯ "There's something I need to know first, before we can just follow you, that is. I hope you can understand that. It's just hard to wander after the embodiment of Death in a world that is not our own." she told him, looking broken. ❯ ❯ "Have I ever steered you wrong before?" Death asked, approaching the girl. ❯ ❯ "No," she replied, "but you were always in a summoning circle and we were in full control of the situation. Nothing here is within our control. Please?" ❯ ❯ Death gave an impatient sigh before gesturing at her to go ahead. ❯ ❯ DATA RECOVERY. QUESTION TIME.
Well if you want to pretty randomly vote for me in the other RP categories, I won't protest. #Solicits
