behold my humor.

goodnight people. I have a fencing tournament tomorrow, need some form of sleep…

Night.
I just went mental. Yaaay.

Good luck!!

I got all jittery and got into this creepy giggle maniac mode.

I looked and felt like a yandere near their senpai, with a knife.

wait why

C A F F E I N E

I literally just turned the "Ways to creatively murder people" into a RP where i try to kill and torture Sly with the TLT movie. It got out of hand.

o h b o i

y e a h b o i

I snapped out of it pretty quick. You can see where i was nuts. I have alot of "Hehehehe"s everywhere. I was going mental irl. I have no idea what happened.

My dudes I just found this on my old Wattpad account
I had stepped into the room. Everybody turned heads to look at me. I received many glares, but I only cared about one face among many. And there he was, the boy who managed to tear down the adamas wards around my heart. He looked beautiful, black hair combed just right, the rune on his neck just poking above his collar, his bow tie slightly crooked. Everything about him was absolutely perfect.

His bride, standing next to him with the tip of her stele poised just above his hand, had turned to stare at me. Although, I hardly noticed her. All I noticed was him. All I cared about was how he reacted, what he said, how he looked, and how he felt. Nobody else in the room mattered to me.

Alec was looking me in the eyes, a surprised expression on his face.

My heart began to hammer in my chest. I clenched my jaw and tilted my head up ever so slightly, trying my best to fight down every emotion that sprang up in my mind. But somehow, no matter how hard I tried to stop it, the nervousness and fluttery feelings pulsed in every part of my body. It ran in my veins and rooted me to the spot. If I had the courage to move, I would have walked up to him so close our noses would have been nearly touching.

But I'm a coward, so I didn't.

A few people whispered to each other. Maryse and Robert were angry, Clary and Simon were intrigued, Jace was confused and Isabelle… she was happy.

Oh, Izzy. She had been the one who invited me to the wedding in the first place. Had she not called and begged me to come, I would have been most likely be stumbling around my apartment drunk, taking shot after shot to try and ease the twisting pain in my chest and nauseating confusion in my stomach.

I told Izzy through the phone, with only slightly slurred speech, that alcohol is the solution to every problem. Especially stress. And pain. And headaches. And heartaches, and twisting confusion and sadness and anger and depression… I could remember myself rambling to her over the phone before stopping abruptly and snapping it in half, not trusting my self to speak. After that, embarrassing and personal conversation, I sobered up and took a taxi to the wedding.

So here I am, in the most nerve racking situation that could end up either the best moment of my long life, or it could all go to hell in a hand basket.

Maryse glared at Alec, then began walking toward me with a calm look of anger on her face. It snapped me back into reality. I didn't dare show any emotion on my face– that includes, hurt, sadness, excitement, anxiety, admiration, and lust all at once. Maryse stopped in front of me and began to speak in a stern voice, like a mother scolding her child.

"Magnus, leave this wedding now-"

"Maryse, this is between me and your son," I said formally, holding up a hand to shush her and taking a few steps forward. "I'll leave if he asks me to." Her face twisted into a scowl, but I ignored it and looked across the room.

And he was still staring at me. Alec, with his mouth hanging open, looked torn, broken, unsure, and confused, which is exactly how I felt. I was certain I wasn't dealing with our problems in the right way, but I couldn't exactly think straight because the damn boy won't let me think straight. Whenever he's in the same room as me, my brain simply refuses to function.

His bride, Lydia, tapped Alec and turned him toward her. They began to talk in low voices. I strained to hear what they said. They exchanged a few words, and I slowly leaned forward After a pause, Alec closed his eyes, let out a breath of air, and said, "I can't breathe."

Yeah, me neither.

Dammit Alexander Gideon Lightwood, say something to me! I thought desperately in my head. They were still talking to each other, and Alec stole nervous glances at me.

Then Lydia's face had fallen. Her and Alec stared at each other intensely for a second before she smiled again and patted his cheek reassuringly. And I don't have a clue what they had talked about. I hadn't had the slightest idea of what they said to each other. God, it was driving me all kinds of crazy. There was damp sweat sticking to my skin and my jaw had clenched even tighter. I clenched an unclenched my fists, trying to relieve the tension in my body but to no avail.

Then he walked down the steps. My eyebrows went up slightly, and the urge to run into his arms and kiss the living hell out of him was overwhelming, but at the same time I was frozen to the ground. My mind was telling me to move forward and let my heart take control, but my blood felt as if it had turned to molten iron all of a sudden. I could feel the conflict like ice and fire inside me, and it got a thousand times worse when he began to walk toward me quickly.

Maryse strode toward him and said something, but I didn't even pay attention to what it was. He brushed her off like dirt and continued toward me. My muscles were tense. My fingers twitched, and I swallowed hard.

I can't breathe, I can't breathe, I can't-

And suddenly he was grabbing me by the collar of my jacket. I was yanked roughly toward him, and his lips crashed against mine. My eyes closed involuntarily. I wanted to wrap my arms around him and pull him closer, but I didn't. Everything was frozen. My mind, my body, and everybody else around us was completely immobile. Nothing moved, not even time.

It wasn't until I realized that his lips were moving against mine that I had begun to kiss him back. I felt my emotions pour out into a fierce kiss that only lasted seconds. I leaned closer, hoping to be embraced and to deepen the kiss, but my mouth met with cold air.

Alec had pulled away.

I opened my eyes and stared at him. I felt drugged. He peered at me with confidence, tilted his head to the side, and brought his mouth down on mine again.

This kiss was much more pleasant. I inhaled sharply and my mouth opened widely under the pressure of his lips, and my heart seemed to melt into a puddle. Feeling daring, I ran my tongue down on his bottom lip. It was subtle, but I was certain he felt it, because he gasped softly in surprise. This kiss lasted about 4 or five more seconds until we both pulled away.

I felt drunk, lightheaded, and happy. We both drew in a breath slowly, and I finally seemed to get enough air, but at the same time I was breathless. I opened my mouth…

Then I almost said it. The words I've been denying for a long time nearly rolled off my tongue carelessly. Words that I should never say to somebody at their wedding, words that most likely would have scared Alec off. And I wasn't sure if I was even ready to say them.

I love you.

Instead, I opened my green cat eyes and said: "You never cease to amaze me, Alec."

Close enough.

Neat. You're such a better writer than me.

I appreciate the compliment, but don't compare yourself to anybody. We all have different writing styles and are learning new techniques all of the time, so I don't really see anybody's writing as better or worse than anybody else's.

I understand that. Comparisons have been grounded in my brain from peer pressure.

Yeah. I feel the same way about that but I remind myself my style just isn't completely developed yet

Lol I'm going active on wattpad again and writing something called The Gay Collection™

OOOHhh a Trademark. I'm not gonna steal it LOL. I'm not really, uh, supportive of the lifestyle. Don't kill me plz.

The gay/lgbt lifestyle?

Yeah.

It's like a vegan lifestyle. You acknowledge it, you respect it but you may not think it's right for the person's health, etc…

Ah, I see. Well, as long as you don't disrespect people who are part of the lgbt community, I don't have a problem with it.

I'm not sure being vegan is a great example (but maybe that's just me because I don't really think much about vegans). Maybe cannabis users would be a better comparison.

Haven't done that in years.
Wait, what if i dont know they're in the lgbt community and i disrespect them, regardless of sexuality? .o.