HELP ME PLEASE! the meme

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HELP ME PLEASE! the meme



We all have something we either can't do, or can't do alone. Luckily there's a meme for that.

HOW TO PLAY

○Post with your character.  Don't put their name and canon in the header.  Instead put something that they don't know how to do and would like to learn, or something they might want help or practice with.

examples: I can't swim • I need to clean this whole house so I can go to a ball and seduce a prince • I'd like to practice throwing pitches with someone

○Look around the meme! If you see someone that you think your character can be of some help to... tag them! 

Comments

[bifurcating]

If it fucks up your life, it's a bad life decision. If not - whether it's badass or not depends on what it is.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

My whole life's already fucked up, man, and none of it's my fault. Judging the degrees of fucked up's a waste of time.

Except to everybody else. I should've asked how to get uptight idiots off my back instead.

[bifurcating]

That fucking sucks. I get what you mean, though.

Look, the best way to keep other people off your back is to just not let them know you're doing something they won't approve of. They can't get mad about something they don't even know about.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Just keep it behind their backs, huh. That's cute.

My headmaster's a telepath. What now?

[bifurcating]

Seriously?

That's really screwed up. I'd leave. I guess that's probably not an option, though, if your headmaster reads minds or whatever.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Could be an option.

We're talking a pretty damn big change, though. More than just dropping outta school. Like getting out of the world's most useless boot camp and joining a real army.

[bifurcating]

There's lots of people who didn't finish school and turned out fine. Hell, I bet half the shit we learn in school anyway we'll never use again. Why would leaving mean signing up for something that sounds like it might be worse, though?

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Alright, not army. Think more like - freedom fighters.

[He smirks carelessly.]

Or terrorists. Depends which side you're on.

[bifurcating]

So who says you have to join up if you quit school? Just sounds like you're leaving one group of assholes to join another.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

I don't have to. I don't have to do shit. But they've actually got power, and the Professor's done nothing but hide that since I got there. If he's even got any, with all his pacifist crap. The things that school keeps telling me are fuck ups? That'll be my job.

[bifurcating]

So, you're trying to figure out who's got the right idea. Depends on the kind of things you're being told you're fucking up, I guess.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Fighting back. Defending myself. Defending other people, sometimes. If I'm not using my mutation to light fucking candles or start a campfire, I'm being reckless and showing off.

[bifurcating]

Well, shit. There's nothing wrong with defending yourself, or someone else. Sometimes you have to. But at most schools, you do get in trouble for fighting.

Wait.

Using your what?

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Okay, yeah, but -

[After a long, blank stare, he cracks the tiniest smile.]

- what'd you think telepathy was? Like a TV psychic? Mutation. I'm a mutant.

[bifurcating]

I dunno- I didn't think you meant, like, literally, a telepath. That's even more fucked up.

[Jesse looks intrigued, though.]

So you control fire, or some shit?

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[His expression hardens considerably at that - watch what you're calling fucked up, human POS - but the expression is open rather than disgusted, so he'll show off a little.

His lighter comes out, flicked open and lit, and at first he just draws the flame into a little pool in his hand. Clearly touching the skin of his palm without burning it. Then he loops it around his hand, then his fingers; idle little tricks.]

Pyrokinesis.

[The scowl finally breaks into a smile, wicked and dangerous, and he sends a massive flare of fire right for Jesse's head - it burns out a fraction of a second before it can touch him, leaving behind only the uncomfortable sensation of intense heat so near his skin.]

AKA: controlling fire, or some shit.

[bifurcating]

[Jesse's still considering the implications of someone in charge at a school being able to literally read minds. Hell, if anyone at all at his school was capable of that, he probably would have been expelled long before now.

He grins, watching John play with the flame. How cool is that, really?

Then admiration turns to alarm as the burst of flame comes far too close for comfort, causing Jesse to jerk back.]

Fuck, man, watch it!

[He brushes his hand through his hair, and it occurs to him that the intention was to be intimidating. If he had the same ability, he'd probably show it off too. At every opportunity, of course.]

Okay. I gotta admit - that's pretty fucking awesome.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Damn right it is.

[It's said through laughter, because this guy obviously thinks he's a hardass, but it's so easy to scare people with that trick. Especially non-mutants.

The last remnants of flame dance on his fingertips as though they were candles, bright and slightly unnatural in the way that they flicker.]

What wouldn't you do if you had something like this?

[bifurcating]

[He considers that for a moment. Truthfully, he probably wouldn't do anyone any serious harm. Not intentionally, anyway, but he'd probably still screw with people. He shrugs.]

I dunno - not much, I guess. What about you? Where do you draw the line?

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[He started this whole thing by asking about bad life choices, and... well, there's one he hasn't made.]

Never killed anyone.

[bifurcating]

Seems like a good place to draw the line. This other group, are they gonna draw the line in the same place? If you don't agree with them on the big stuff, you're not gonna be any happier, and then what's the point?

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[That gets a defensive glare in return.]

You don't look much older than me, man. Don't lecture me. You've got no idea what our lives are like.

[So yeah, he's got no clear answer to that.]

[bifurcating]

[He holds his hands up to show he means no harm.]

I'm not trying to lecture you. Sorry. So, what're your lives like?

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[He relaxes a bit at that, but balks at the idea of sharing his whole sob story. The last thing he needs right now is pity. Best to keep it to general mutant affairs.]

Well, some psycho just tried genocide against all of mutantkind. There's that.

[bifurcating]

Fuck. Seriously? What kind of asshole does that?