seaweed brain: hi

~gay~: hiya

seaweed brain: so i think i'm going to ask tomorrow before school starts

~gay~: kk do you know what you're going to do

seaweed brain: i'm gonna make a playlist and share it with her

~gay~: MIXTAPES

seaweed brain: sure lmao

seaweed brain: but with so much taylor swift

~gay~: honestly valid

-

Nico refused to look at Will, to think about Will. He didn't deserve it. Not after he just killed his Kirby.

But it was fine. Nico came back stronger. His Kirby inhaled Will's Pit, absorbed his power, flew into the air, and turned into a rock to smash Pit. Pit died just in time for the Smash Orb to appear. Nico's hands began to sweat as Kirby ran for the orb. He could hear Will cursing. The rhythmic stream of "Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit," only increased Nico's focus. Nico violently pressed the attack button, turned to punch Pit, then flew over to the top of the map, where he delivered a finishing strike to the orb. The weight on the couch shifted as Will scrambled to get to safety. However, Nico wasn't one to rush these things. No, he waited until the announce let out a bellowing "Three!" before cornering Pit and delivering a Final Smash. Pit died as the timer ended. Then there was silence. Ten thundering seconds of silence as the couple awaited the announcer.

"Final Smash!"

Nico paled. This would require utmost precision and speed. He quickly wiped his clammy hands on his pants before spurring into action. Kirby leaped across the map, barely dodging Pit's arrow. He flew into the vast air and fell as a rock, hitting Pit square in the face. Nico cheered as the announcer said, "And the winner is... KIRBY!"

Will groaned and dramatically fell, resting his head on Nico's lap. "You're too good."

Nico smiled. "I know." He gently combed his fingers through Will's hair.

After a moment, Will sat up, positioning himself so that their mouths were merely an inch apart. "Hi."

"Hey."

"I'm going to beat you this round."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night," Nico responded with a smile.

Will laughed. "Fuck you."

"Dude, we just started dating. Slow down." Nico was putting all of his energy into holding back a cackle.

Will snorted. "I hate you."

"Liar," Nico whispered.

"Yeah, I know." Will closed the distance between them for a brief moment. When he pulled away from the peck, he said, "But I'm still going to beat you."

"Sure you will!"

Will threw a pillow at Nico's face.

-

Hazel was pissed.

She wanted to scream, and punch, and kick, and cry, and claw at her face until nothing remained. And she wanted to do art. Her own art.

Hazel wanted to dump gallons of paint onto a perfectly prepped canvas and mix the paint with her hands, wearing a white dress.

Hazel wanted to grab a pen and scribble into her sketchbook. There would be no meaning to it, just pure, unending rage.

Hazel wanted to draw the world burning and have a fucking penguin be in the center.

Hazel just wanted to draw something that wasn't a fucking hyper-realistic pencil drawing. Or a recreation of fucking Baroque paintings.

Hazel wanted to be able to draw a black girl with hair made of scribbles, a dress made of flames, and a background of pure chaos.

She wanted to do something freeing. School art wasn't freeing; it was suffocating. All of it was centered around drawing more white people from a specific point of view, and all art must have a deeper meaning. Why does her drawing of a parrot have to be about how people are forced to repeat the words spoonfed to us, and we think we're learning, but in reality, we are simple toys to the government? Why can't her art be about how she wanted to draw a parrot?

But she had an assignment. And after many hours of staring at a blank page, pencil in hand, she finally finished it. A woman facing away from the audience with a teal background.

And Hazel wanted to rip it to shreds.

"Learn the basics first," Mr. Wainwright had said.

She knew the basics. That's how she got into this class. You don't get into AP drawing/painting without knowing the basics. Wainwright had taken every student interested in taking the course and brought them down bit by bit until only 20 students out of 200 stood. Hazel was one of those 20. Hazel understood her art.

This drawing wasn't her art.

Hazel rolled herself into a burrito and groaned. She had to wash her hair. Hazel did not want to do that.

She unrolled herself and checked her supply of hair products. Two tubes of deep cleansers, five bottles of shampoo, three bottles of conditioner, and four tubs of deep conditioner. Hazel ran her fingers through her knotted hair, scratching her scalp. God, there was a lot of product buildup. She wouldn't use that gel again.

Hazel found her brush and ten hair ties and grabbed her phone. What would she listen to for the next two hours? A musical album? An enemies to lovers POV playlist? That one playlist that has every song she liked?

She ended up choosing the Mitsky discography. She hummed to Washing Machine Heart as she brushed through a small section of her hair, wanting to die with each matted knot.

By the end of the wash, it had been an hour and 45 minutes. Not too bad.

She lathered on a leave-in conditioner and a water-based gel she'd used since she was ten. As she finished, she got a call from Cecil.

"Hazel, you won't believe the shit I just did," he yelled into the phone.

-

King Krusty: question

panic academia: yeah

~gay~: shoot

b i c e p s: answer

King Krusty: how do i ask someone to hoco

~gay~: FUCKING FINALLY

panic academia: the fact that i was getting impatient with you and lou ellen--

King Krusty: i will dedicate this to zia and zia only

b i c e p s: PAY UP

~gay~: uggggh

King Krusty: zia, how do i ask

b i c e p s: didn't you already go on a date with them

King Krusty: ye

~gay~: on your next date, you should ask after taking her to that one witchy store that sells candles and cork and gems and stuff

King Krusty: Shelby, i was speaking to zia

~gay~: istg--

~filler chapters~

anyway hello violation beans

i is mad because my soulmates and sims got deleted and i finally started getting everything together

so now i have to start over, but because i am so done, they're adults now and live a domestic life.

i'm pretty sure percy and annabeth are scheduled to get married in the near future and shel and piper are engaged

also percy and annabeth keep trying to have kids and i keep having to cancel the action but LORD are those two hard to keep apart

anyway

when i was at school my friend had an assignment for SGA to write a note of encouragement and put it on someones backpack for them to find

they wrote gay and put it on my backpack and i ascended

the only rule was that i need to pass the gay note on, but keep it within our friend group. it has been four days and it currently resides on my friends forehead.

my friends are great

this chapter was eh

honestly, i was just bored and then wrote this

and now i might go to sleep

so

good night

love y'all