Waves

waves

if i was taissa turners wife i would divorce her because of her bland electoral politics but i would remarry her when i found out about the shadow self

It's probably stupid, sneaking out in the middle of the night. Just Van, and Tai, and a stolen joint. And all those stars.

“You ever think about how weird it would be if stars were fish?” Van asks, which is the second clue as to just how high she is.

The first clue is the way she pillows her head on Tai’s stomach, heedless of anyone who might round the corner on them. The first clue Tai is just as high is how little that idea scares her.

sorta funny story i randomly feel like telling: my mother loves horror movies so when i was like 9 she gave me a bunch of stephen king books/movies to read/watch, trying to instill a love for the horror genre

anyways one day in school we had an assignment to ‘come up with our own original story’ but i was feeling lazy and just basically copied part of the plot to ‘the shining’ and combined it with part of the plot to ‘misery’ and handed it in (it was a little bit graphic for a nine year old, i’ll admit)

well… guess who got a trip to the counselors office! they started asking me all sorts of questions about my story and *i* thought they were trying to get me to admit that i plagiarized so i refused talk about it. TURNS OUT they actually didn’t make the connection that it was stephen king and they thought it was a cry for help. they sent me to in-school counseling for a month before someone finally figured it out and called my mother and told her not to give me any more stephen king books

and i count my blessings every day

new fic live!!

nothing gets me high-

Hazily, she sees herself the last time she broke down a door to escape somewhere, the last time she coughed up her guts into the snow. The last time she left Van behind her in the flames. Tai’s vision blurs as she tries to struggle to her feet, her throat burning as she calls her name- But just like that, she’s there, she’s there with her hands on Tai’s arms, pulling her to her feet, pulling them both away from the wreckage. They cling to each other with fingers and nails and stumble towards where the others have gathered, their bodies like one breathing mass haphazardly lit by the blaze. It’s like that that they all stand and watch, frozen and gaping, as what was something becomes nothing, what was wood becomes air, what was theirs becomes the wilderness’s again.

/

Their shelter burns. It gets worse before it gets better. Tai moves into her own head and daydreams her and Van from Before, and meanwhile Van gets Worse.