Helga: Can the young woman break the glass ceiling and prove once and for all that a female can be just as good an athlete as a male?
Wolfgang: You know, Helga,anytime someone calls attention to the breaking of gender roles, it ultimately undermines the concept of gender equality by implying that this is an exception and not the status quo.”
Everybody stares at Wolfgang.
Wolfgang: What? Just because I’m a meathead doesn’t mean I’m not a feminist.
i only seem cruel and heartless to you because you have wronged me and believe that i will take it.
❝ No. But that doesn’t mean I gotta like it. ❞
ooc. i need to clean this blog up and update stuff- ugh ! bc it’s canon that Helga ( and her family ) are homeless and living in Big Bob’s beepers. Plus i wanna comb through my hc’s and delete old shit i don’t really like anymore. Plus for a while she is homeless again after Bob kicks her out- then she’s back home again until she leaves for good without telling anyone at 18.
❝ Oh, y’know just livin’ the HOMELESS dream, Freckles. ❞
At the punch that had nearly successfully landed on his face, Curly’s frame stiffened. An emotional tirade was next on the agenda it seemed. As Helga spat words in his face, of course questions about how he knew, he simply waited it out.
But that wasn’t it, oh no. Now he was being dragged to the boy’s bathroom! How was she even allowed to just go in there?! She was still a girl, after all. But nobody in this school cared. Bullies got to do what they wanted so long as they were feared. Curly wasn’t scared. At least, not right away. He was a tough cookie to crack; he was far too full of mania to save his life. Intrusive thoughts coursed through his head on a daily basis. It took everything most of the time in him NOT to snap. Nobody could disturb him quite like his own psyche. Except for Helga in this moment as her fist collided with the glass of the mirror, shattering it with one blow. Thaddeus gulped.
“Okay, okay. Look…. I just wanted a date with Rhonda. I just want her to actually like me. I want that more than anything. But this is messed up even for me. I could just expose you for something else. Not your identity. You see, Helga. I’m not a bad guy. I know, I know. Complete hogwash. Something you would say, I’m sure.” He grew silent, eyes locking onto the blackened and bloodied bruised knuckles. Swallowing another thick lump in his throat, he crossed his arms and hugged himself a little. He had done this…… With just words. WORDS. Such…. power.
He tried again. “I didn’t know! I didn’t know you’d do this! And…. almost pummel me.” Okay, now he SOUNDED like he was saving his skin. “Shit…. You seriously did some damage. We gotta get you to the nurse, like NOW.” Tentatively he took her wrist, that of her unscathed hand. Before she could bash his face in, he FLEW the door open and rushed down the hall, pushing through people. “MOVE IT, PEOPLE! NOTHIN’ TO SEE HERE! GO ON, GET! PART LIKE THE RED SEA!” And at this, people dispersed, clammering against their lockers when they spotted the two infamous school crazies. And a very distraught looking Helga, who could no doubt be a terrifying threat to anyone who got in her way now of all times.
Was he- Was he freaking SERIOUS ? He was willing to O U T her to the whole school just to a lousy date with the QUEEN BEE herself, Rhonda Wellington Lloyd ? She didn't really mess with Curly, he was to UNSTABLE- he was downright scary at times. ( So was she. ) But Helga wouldn't HESITATE in knocking his teeth down his throat. Helga is going to K I L L him. Slowly. ❝ Forget the nurse, crazy ! ❞ Her words fall on DEAF EARS because Curly is already PUSHING OPEN the door to the nurse's office ❝ Good gracious girl, what's been done to you ? ❞ Voice soft while she EXAMINES the DAMAGE, Helga never said a w o r d she just sat GLARING daggers at the boy next to her, FLINCHING with gritted teeth when Nurse Eva started to very gently pull the GLASS SHARDS from her hand with TWEEZERS, dropping the shards into a metal bowl.
❝ Thank you for bringing her in, heh, otherwise she wouldn't of come on her own. ❞ The nurse SPOKE like Helga was an OLD FRIEND, but the blonde didn't see it that way- Helga scowled at the COMMENT. It wasn't funny. ❝ So who annoyed you this time, Helga ? ❞ She asked, cleaning the wounds with a PEROXIDE coated cotton ball. ❝ No one... I was just angry. ❞ The blonde hissed out. She may be a BAD PERSON but she didn't SNITCH. Even if she should have but she wanted to get even with Curly her way.
The nurse seemed to take that ANSWER without much thought, knowing full well how Helga's R A G E is very EXPLOSIVE && it doesn't take a lot for her to start throwing punches. ❝ There ! All done, now no more punching things okay ? I don't want to see you in here next week. Got it ? ❞ She eyed the blonde, popping two small pills into her open palm. ❝ For the pain, dear. ❞ She said with a smile so SWEET it was giving Helga CAVITIES. The blonde stood up, rubbing a thumb over the bandages WRAPPED around her hand in a FAMILIAR WAY before walking out, not waiting for Curly.
The ADRENALINE flowing through her body was wearing thin, slowly Helga stopped walking && letting her knees buckle under the weight sliding down the wall && curling her knees against her chest- everyone was in class which she was THANKFUL FOR at the MOMENT. ❝ This doesn't make us even, y'know ? I'm still going to kick yer butt. ❞ Voice dry && shoulders slumped forward, she looked angry && defeated. Hoping the THREAT of getting his teeth knocked in would keep him quiet about her SECRET. But Curly was a DIFFERENT kind of person... No, he was an ANIMAL- but Helga was an ANIMAL too. So they were the s a m e in that way. She still HATES him right now && still wants to punch him... Maybe BREAK his glasses or something.
i wonder if my mother is ashamed of who ive become
Helga’s Love Potion
Just IGNORE him && he’ll go AWAY- he won’t go away && Helga knows it. His VOICE sets her teeth on edge, which makes her want to S M A S H her knuckles into his stupid CROOKED GRIN. ❝ No. ❞ She growls out through clenched teeth, pale fingers fish through her bag pulling out a pack of pop tarts, RIPPING IT open with her teeth before shoving one of the pop tarts into his chest. ❝ I’ll give ya’ the other half if ya’ shut up, pink boy. ❞
gerald wonders if he missed something or if maybe this is just how boys flirt with other boys? (its both)
@shxrtmann ayyyyyy B)
i wanna punch the walls till i break my hand
bold what your muse can do repost !! do not reblog !!
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