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tropiyas · 1 year ago
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groupme update goes insanely hard
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kumkaniudaku · 5 years ago
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I’ve been gone a while. I’m sorry. Thanks for asking questions and sticking with me. I hope you enjoy this late tale of the Oscar’s Red Carpet. 
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"Girls, I think we've done it. We've created a star." Deidra, CoCo's handpicked stylist, stepped back to join the rest of her glam squad and smiled. "You ready to see the finished product?" 
"Oh my God, I'm so nervous. Give me a second to breathe." 
Truthfully, there was no amount of breathing exercises or affirmations that could adequately douse the flame of anxiety building in Tasha's chest. She's been on plenty of red carpets, but none with the same prestige as the Oscars red carpet. She also had never been the plus one of arguably the biggest star expect to attend the award show. In roughly an hour, she would go from unknown businesswoman to most-searched person in internet forum history if she had a lash out of place. The thought was overwhelming. 
Several seconds passed until Tasha finally worked up the nerve to turn and face the floor-length mirror in front of her. She twisted and turned to examine her reflection, taking note of every sparkle on her dress and coil in her mane. 
"Am I giving Diana Ross glam or Tracee Ellis Ross doppelganger," she asked without looking away from the mirror. 
"Is either considered a bad thing?" 
A chorus of different answers sounded from the team as they all shared their opinions on the matter. 
"I see a bit of 80s influence with modern touches. The high neck and shoulder pads are just enough not to be out of my mother's closet and, paired with the cutouts in the midsection, bring a bit of class to the look." 
"And your hair! It's giving Whitney shape with Diana volume." 
"Now wait a minute, we talking 80s Whitney or mid-2000s Whitney? 'Cause you know there's a difference." 
"Shut up, Shay!" 
Tasha listened to her squad playfully argue in the background while she continued to go through her mental checklist. She had all of the makings for a great night and a few pictures if she got swept into the hype of the moment. Smiling at herself in approval, she turned to face her team. 
"This is really happening. Am I ready to be a thread on Twitter?" 
"Hopefully, they mention how good your ass looks in that dress. Who knew Miss CoCo was draggin' a wagon?" 
"I know, right! I'm learning how to twerk again. Look!" 
While Tasha turned around to demonstrate her new abilities, an unexpected visitor snuck into the room to observe the spectacle. 
"Ooop, I think we have a spectator." 
"And he is highly intrigued." 
"Wha-" A glance over her shoulder brought Tasha eye to eye with the reason she was in this predicament. "This isn't what it looks like." 
"That's too bad. I was enjoying the show." 
As the room cleared to allow the couple some privacy, Chadwick took a few long steps to close the gap between and his partner. He took her hand in his to spin her in a circle for a complete view of her ensemble. 
"Wow. I mean...woah. You look amazing." 
"Yeah? You sure it's not too much? I don't wanna have you blasted on social media." 
"If anyone can find something wrong with you tonight, I'll give them one million dollars. You're perfect." 
Chadwick smiled with his entire face, his eyes shining with sincerity. He didn't look away as he nodded toward an empty chair in the room for Tasha to take a seat. In all the time spent nervously considering every single detail that she hadn't noticed that she had yet to slip into her shoes. Once seated, she watched her man with thoughtful consideration as he took his time carefully fastening the straps of her heels. 
"Be honest with me. What should I do out there? How should I act?"
Chadwick sat in hyper-focused silence until he completed his task. When he was satisfied with his work, he looked up at her to offer a small smile. "All of this bullshit is fake." 
Tasha's mouth dropped hung open at the blunt nature of his statement before they both threw their heads back in laughter. "Well, then," she spoke as she attempted to catch her breath. "Tell me how you really feel." 
"I say it like that because I love you, and I don't want you getting caught up in this...circus." Reaching up, Chadwick gently used his hand to cup CoCo's chin. "It's a long carpet we walk on, people take pictures and ask questions, then we go and have a seat. Nothing more, nothing less. Be your beautiful self, Nippy." 
Tasha's adoration manifested into a tiny 'aww' as she leaned in to press her lips to his nose and mouth. "Thanks, babe. One last thing, though."
"Yes?" 
"Am I giving you 80s Whitney or 2000s Whitney? Shay says there's a difference." 
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The glitz and glamour of red carpet life that Tasha had imagined quickly became a cramped logistical nightmare. Her hand felt like it would break under the pressure of Chadwick's tight grip as he led her through crowds of media members and guests. At every corner, a new flash emerging from the group temporarily robbed Tasha of her vision. Every step of the way alternated between fears about her appearance and keeping up with her partner's long strides. 
When their walking finally slowed, she found herself in front of a long row of cameramen and women practically screaming for her attention. 
"Over here! Smile!" 
"Can we get a smile over here!?" 
"Chadwick, is this your new girlfriend?" 
CoCo's brain had begun to turn every word into white noise as she stood for the onslaught of pictures until she heard the last question above the rest. In a knee jerk reaction, she turned to the photographer and made a face. 
"Girlfriend? I don't know this man. I'm here for Lupita." 
In jest, she lightly pushed Chadwick away to pose for solo pictures. Her exaggerated movements drew attention from everyone in the area, taking some of the focus from more recognizable entertainers beside her. 
From the corner of her eye, Tasha caught the image of Chadwick's eyebrows knitted as he struggled to find an angle that would capture her entire body. When he found the perfect position, knees bent and leaning slightly backward; his eyes flickered up to catch a glimpse of her smiling back at him. Though the moment was brief to them, cameras in every direction captured their loving gazes. 
By the time they were away from the step and repeat and nearing the crowd of journalists, low rumbles of the mystery woman with the big hair were preceding their arrival. 
Stepping onto the E! podium, Tasha felt a surge of pride as she stood back and watched her man navigate yet another interview. 
"It's a big night for you and the Black Panther cast. What's it like being on this carpet with everyone knowing that next year, you could be walking away with some major hardware?" 
"Ah, man, it's amazing. The energy here is great and it feels good to see meaningful work be recognized. I think I can speak for all of us when I say we hope we can be recognized when it's our turn." 
While Chadwick answered questions and dished out Wakandan salutes for what felt like the 100th time, Tasha busied herself with scrolling through various social media applications. Her absent-minded scroll on the Instagram explore page came to an abrupt halt when she spotted an admittedly flattering photo of her backside. 
Before she could take a peek at the photo's caption, her ears picked up on what sounded like a repeated request for her attention. 
"I'm sorry, what was that? I was too busy telling my mama that I'm famous for washing the dishes when I visit now."
"Oh yeah? What'd she say," Michael Strahan inquired, his eyes twinkling with his signature smile spread across his face. 
"Mmmm, I don't know if I can say that on national television." 
"I guess it's a good thing we've gone to commercial then."
As the group shared a laugh, Chadwick used the distraction to pull Tasha's body closer to his. They shared a quick glance that said more than words ever could before attempting to tune into the conversation. Quick pleasantries and a request to enter the theater cut Michael's questioning short and sent the pair into the frenzy of bodies flooding to their seats. 
For hours, Tasha sat in unbearable boredom. She knew that a room stuffed with Hollywood's elite drooling over asinine accomplishments wouldn't be the time of her life, but she expected to enjoy a performance or two at the very least. Instead, she spent most of her time whispering comments to Chadwick and praying someone would walk by with a champagne flute so that she could drink her way out of her misery. 
At some point between the 50th commercial break and someone she didn't recognize giving a long-winded speech onstage, Tasha took to her phone for some form of happiness. Bright red notification icons lit up the screen across several apps leading CoCo to believe that someone had died or Beyonce had dropped an album. Scrambling, she chose to open Twitter for answers to the mayhem. 
To her surprise, her face was the first image at the top of the newsfeed. 
"Oh shit." 
Her quiet mumbling caught Chadwick's attention, and he leaned over to get a better look at what had grabbed her attention. As she frantically scrolled through the app, the screen became littered with images of her face with various expressions and commentary. 
"You know, I caught that look while I was up there, but I didn't wanna believe you would be actin' up like that in public." 
CoCo paused to shoot her partner a look before her eyes darted back to the screen. "It's okay, girl, we all look at him like this. That look when you know about to tear ya man up when he's done talking. Get you somebody that looks at Chadwick Boseman the way his girlfriend does." 
"Oh, I like this one," Chadwick laughed as he pointed to a tweet that caught his attention. "If she don't look at me like this, I don't want it. That's good advice." At Tasha's expense, Chadwick fell into a fit of hushed laughter until he noticed that he was alone in his amusement. "Oh, c'mon, it's not that bad. Laugh a little!" 
"I'd like to see you laugh when your debut to social media is people meme' ing your lusty lip bite. What am I supposed to do?" 
Leaning in, Chadwick placed a quick kiss on CoCo's cheek and smiled, "Enjoy the show. You'll be fine." 
If the anxiety of knowing the whole world had witnessed her inappropriate behavior in real-time, the array of notifications continuing to build across her phone had nearly induced full-blown panic. Responses ranging from requests to follow her accounts to an article on the '10 Most Important Things to Know About Chadwick Boseman's Oscars Date' kept Tasha on edge until the lights in the theater lit up the room to signal the end of the event. 
Her assumption that her usually predictable man would attempt to dart out of the crowd as soon as possible could not have been further from the truth. Instead, CoCo's pleas to exit the building and ditch the afterparty were, leaving her to awkwardly stand and grin behind Chadwick as she tried to decide who was silently judging her during each interaction. 
"You're Tasha, right?" 
Initially, Tasha was relatively content with playing the background but, the voice calling her name was far too familiar to ignore. 
"I'm sorry. Wait. Did Regina the King just call my name?" 
"Only if you're Tasha," she laughed. "Heard a lot about you in the last few minutes." 
"Hopefully, about how you can kinda see a six-pack forming in this dress and nothing about weird faces on social media." 
"Ya know, I think it was a little of both." The awkward nature of the moment seemed to fade away by the second, only leaving room for shared laughter amongst the trio. 
"Damn, I fucked up. I'm sorry, baby," CoCo apologized through laughter. 
"Oh girl, you have done everything but fucked up. You're a damn meme. You got white people doing E! features on your Red Carpet look." 
Tasha's mouth opened to speak, but no words came out while she watched Regina be escorted away with her eyes wide as saucers. As Chadwick wrapped up a side conversation, he noticed the look on his girlfriend's face. 
"Are you-" 
"Is it hot in here to you? I can't breathe." 
"Co. Focus on me. What's the matter?" 
"I need fresh air. We have to go!" 
Together, they made a beeline for the nearest exit in search of their vehicle for the night. While feeling the cool breeze of the Los Angeles night air began the process of soothing her frazzled nerves, the loud chatter and flashes of light that greeted them as they rounded a corner sent Tasha back into a small spiral. 
"Is it true that you two are secretly married?" 
"Are you pregnant?" 
"Tell us about the fight between you and his ex!" 
The ridiculous nature of the questions climbed in frequency and intensity as the pair used long strides to reach their destination. 
When Chadwick swung open the door for CoCo to enter the backseat, a reporter shouted over the crowd, "How does it feel to be on every major best-dressed list tonight? Designers are begging to style you." 
"Say what?" With one leg already in the car, Tasha turned her body toward the crowd. "Who wants to style me?"
"Christian Siriano posted pieces he thinks you would look great in on his Instagram. Rihanna wants you in Fenty." 
Chadwick could sense her shift in energy and allowed a smile to creep across his face, one that Tasha caught from the corner of her eye before mirroring the expression. 
Tasha took a quick second to toss her clutch into the waiting SUV before taking a step forward and smiling. 
"Well," she started, fluffing her hair and smoothing the front of her dress. "I guess we better give them some full-body shots to work with." 
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ikementally-deficient · 6 years ago
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Head-canon: Warlords reacting to MC and Sasuke speaking Fannish
Requested by anon: Hello. Imagine all warlords being in a sleepover (like the event) and mc and sasuke are talking and are using a lot of meme and fandom references. What would the reaction of the warlords?
Rating: Bell Pepper (see masterlist for ratings description)
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Oda Forces
Nobunaga pretends to follow a lot more of the conversation than he actually does, but he definitely wins points when he addresses MC as his ‘lucky charm’, and Sasuke automatically replies with “Magically delicious?” The blush on MC’s face brings out his most arrogant smirk.
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Hideyoshi is amused, confused, bemused, and offended, but he is slightly mollified after Sasuke explains who Greg is.
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Mitsunari is no more baffled by this conversation than he is by any other metaphors or colloquialisms. He thanks Sasuke sincerely for comparing him to  Drax, a great warrior. 
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Mitsuhide spends most of the conversation silent, making mental notes on references to investigate later. When MC prods him to stop hiding in the corner, he gives her his usual wicked smile, prompting Sasuke to comment on his ‘sudden, but inevitable betrayal.’ Mitsuhide raises an eyebrow at him. “Well, mine is an evil laugh.”
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Masamune really wants to get in on this meme-madness, and demands more information. His enthusiasm is overwhelming; MC and Sasuke toss back and forth options like ‘Most Interesting Warlord In The World’, ‘Overly Attached Warlord’, and ‘Masamune’s Kitchen Nightmares’. Eventually they settle on calling him Emeril, which leads to a long discussion about the types of spices available in the 21st century.
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Ieyasu grouses about you crazy people and your crazy future-talk. Talk about a buzzkill. Sasuke is too busy fan-girling over him to really bring his jargon to bear, but MC does end up having to explain who Grandpa Simpson is.
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Uesugi-Takeda Forces
Kenshin doesn’t know, doesn’t care, but is constantly scanning the conversation for keywords like ‘battle’ (Go Joe!), ‘war’ (never changes), and anything that indicates someone’s getting fresh with his MC (I’ll be in my bunk). He’d kill Sasuke at that point, but his ninja has already safely hidden Himezuri Ichimonji and replaced her with a sword hilt that has no blade, just a flag that unrolls to say ‘STAB’.
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Shingen doesn’t know, doesn’t care, but is really enjoying watching MC get into it with Sasuke. It’s rare that he gets to see her chatter like this without having to preview every sentence for era-appropriate vocabulary, and he loves seeing her so at ease. He does, at one point, have to lean over to Yukimura and ask who this ‘Fabio’ is, and whether or not that’s a compliment.
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Yukimura, as Sasuke’s BFF, has gotten pretty blase about Sasuke’s occasionally incomprehensible references. As MC and Sasuke banter, he even understands the joke every fourth sentence or so, and responds in kind.
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Wildcards
Kennyo’s grim and humourless tendencies aside, the monk is quick and clever, and very much approves of the concept of advice animals. He firmly agrees that they are smarter and better than people.
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Ranmaru is enchanted by tales of ceiling cat, basement cat, and the rest of the internet’s pantheon of ridiculous doges and advice animals.
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Motonari doesn’t understand a single word of it, but retaliates by using equally impenetrable maritime slang. Sasuke and MC look at each other, then simultaneously shout “I’M ON A BOAT!”
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vcepsis · 6 years ago
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“How long have you been throwing up for?” -- Sheith, w/ whumpee Keith and comforter Shiro. ^w^' As much as I love your stories with whumpee Shiro, I kinda wanna see you make Keith suffer for a change! :D If that's alright with you, of course!
Thanks so much for the request! Sorry it took so long, but I hope you like the result :) about 2k! (And I legitimately cannot find the ask meme this was referring to oof)
(in case the ask itself didn’t give it away) WARNING: EMETO AHEAD
Keith clutched the edges of the toilet bowl, the image swimming in and out of focus. Ugh, he hated throwing up. He hiccuped wetly, groaning at the taste of the combined burn of stomach acid and alcohol, but nothing more came up.
He’d been in the bathroom on the Atlas for at least thirty minutes while the party outside was still in full swing, and no one had come by to check in on him. Part of him was glad for it; it wouldn’t do to have anyone see him, the indomitable Black Paladin of Voltron,  in such a pitiful state. On the other hand, it made him wonder how important to the party he was if he was so easily missed.
Everyone was celebrating their latest victory in bringing in another faction to the Voltron Coalition. Keith wasn’t sure where, exactly, the alcohol had come from—he doubted it was approved to bring on such a long mission—but no one was complaining.
Keith hadn’t meant to get so disgustingly drunk. At the very least, he hadn’t meant to get so drunk he would puke his guts up. But he could only stand watching Shiro get hit on by that bridge officer for so long.
It was hard to ignore, though. As Captain of the Atlas, Shiro was never hard to spot, surrounded by a new group of people everytime Keith looked over at him. And yet, that damn asshole was right by his side the entire time: handing Shiro drinks, making Shiro throw his head back in laughter, running a hand up Shiro’s arm and smiling at him—
Keith retched again, this time only bringing up a thin string of bile. Fuck, his stomach hurt. He coughed the rest of it up, wiping the tears away with the back of his hand. The more he’d seen Shiro and Lieutenant Asshole flirt with each other, the more quickly he’d downed whatever drink was handed to him. In hindsight, that was probably the worst idea possible—God knows what kind of mix of booze he’d had. But at the time, he wanted to get as drunk as possible so he could forget all about the scene playing out in front of him.
Even though he was definitely running on empty at this point, Keith felt his stomach clench yet again, and he couldn’t help but groan. The alcohol was still swirling in his head, making things foggy and hard to focus on. And even after all that effort, he still couldn’t burn out the way that douchebag’s hand had caressed Shiro’s arm.
A knock on the bathroom door jolted him out of his spiraling thoughts, and he looked over his shoulder in a panic. Oh god, what if it was Lance, or Hunk, or Iverson—
The doorswung open easily—because of course Drunk Keith doesn’t know how to lock a damn door—and who else would it be but Shiro, looking devastatingly handsome even under the ugly fluorescent lights of the bathroom. His hair was slicked back—something Keith has only seen a handful of times—and the cut of his dress uniform highlighted all the best parts of his body. In his metal hand was a glass of water.
“Hey buddy,” Shiro said softly, slowing approaching Keith’s crouched form. “How are you doing?”
Keith blew out a breath, slumping back against the toilet, looking up at Shiro. “M'good. How—how’re you?”
Shiro frowned, kneeling down in front of him, cupping his flesh hand to Keith’s face.  Keith’s eyes widened. His hand was so warm. “How much have you had to drink? I haven’t seen you in a while. We were getting worried.”
Keith barked out a harsh laugh. “We?” he repeated, the single word laced with venom. He was imagining Shiro and Lieutenant Douchebag looking for him together, like they were his goddamn parents or something. It was almost enough to make him throw up again.
Shiro, however, just frowned again at his tone. “Yeah. Hunk kept asking me where you were. Pidge noticed you went to the bathroom a while ago, and I had to physically hold Lance back at least three times from barging in here to ‘save you from drowning in your own vomit’”. Shiro shook his head in fond exasperation. “I figured you wouldn’t want them in here if you were….well, you know.”
Oh. The team had been looking for him after all. And even after everything, Shiro kept Keith’s privacy as his main concern. It only added to the weird mix of emotions he’d been feeling all night.
Shiro handed Keith the glass of water. “Drink,” he ordered.
Keith looked at the glass like it was toxic. The last thing he wanted to do was put anything into his protesting stomach, but the look Shiro was giving him was full of tender concern. It might have been easier to say no if Shiro didn’t look so damn good in his dress uniform.
Grimacing, Keith took the glass and knocked it back like it was one of the many shots he had done that night.
Shiro sighed. “Better than nothing, I guess…”
“What’d you want, anyway?” Keith slurred, the glass falling out of his hand. Shiro managed to catch it before it shattered on the floor, placing it near the sink.“You’ve been so busy, haven’t ya? Why’re you here?”
Shiro frowned. “What are you talking about? I came to check up on you.”
Keith scoffed, blinking against the black spots in his vision. “Finally managed to tear yourself away from your new friend, then?”
Shiro blinked in surprise, taken aback. “What? Keith, I—”
“You know what I mean,” Keith snapped, the alcohol in his system removing his filter completely. “I’ve seen you with him all fucking night. Tall, dark and—” The rest of Keith’s sentence  was cut off by a guttural retch, so strong it bent him over double. Shiro cursed, scrambling to turn Keith toward the toilet in time for him to vomit up the water.
Rubbing small circles on Keith’s back, Shiro seemed to finally notice the mess in the toilet. “Geez, Keith. How long have you been throwing up for?” He really did sound concerned now. Keith just grumbled in response before he was cut off again by another violent heave. He felt a hand run through his hair, keeping it out of his face while Keith tried to vomit up his stomach lining.
Finally, it stopped, and Keith fell boneless into Shiro’s arms. Shiro wrapped them around him gently, holding him in place.
“You’re ok, I got you,” Shiro murmured soothingly into Keith’s ear.
For a moment, Keith allowed his eyes to close, reveling in the feeling of his back pressed against Shiro’s broad chest. But then his eyes flew open, and he twisted out of Shiro’s grasp, the hurt from earlier making its return.
Shiro sighed again, dropping his arms. “I don’t understand why you’re so upset with me,” he said sadly, looking away.
Guilt twisted in Keith’s stomach, making it even more unsteady. “It's—it’s not you. It’s him. He’s been with you all night, and you haven’t even come by to say hi to me. You’re too busy flirting with him.”
Keith knew how he sounded—like a petulant child—but he didn’t care. Not right now.
It seemed to click in Shiro’s head, and his eyes widened. “What—Curtis? Is that what you meant? He’s just being friendly. He’s part of the Atlas’s bridge crew, he’s just celebrating with us.”
“He’s been touching you all night!” Keith yelled, coughing harshly as it aggravated his raw throat. Shiro reached over to steady him, but Keith knocked his hand away. Tears were building in his eyes, he realized with a wave of humiliation. Hopefully Shiro would blame it on the alcohol. “You’ve been by his side the entire time! What was I supposedto think?!”
“Oh, Keith…” Shiro put both hands on either side of Keith’s face, gently tugging him over so their eyes met. “I’m sorry I didn’t come say anything. But to tell you the truth…I was avoiding you.”
Keith bit his lip, trying to turn away so Shiro wouldn’t see the hurt in his eyes, but Shiro kept him firmly in place. “But not for the reason you think. I swear, Curtis is just a colleague. I barely know him. Besides…” Shiro wrinkled his nose. "Fraternizing with a member of my crew would be incredibly unprofessional.“  
“Then why?” Keith asked, voice cracking. He tried to pretend it was from all the vomiting he’d done that night.
This time it was Shiro’s turn to look away. “I…I didn’t want to burden you.”
Keith’seyes went wide. “What?”
“You’ve been so busy with the Blade and Voltron…I didn’t want to add to your responsibilities. I thought if I got too close to you tonight, people would see you as someone responsible for the Atlas too. And you have so much on your shoulders already….I didn’t want to do that to you. I couldn’t.”
Keith put his hands over Shiro’s, where they still cupped Keith’s face. “Shiro,” he said slowly. “That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”
Shiro blinked, shocked.
Keith could only chuckle at this expression, despite the fresh wave of nausea rolling through him. “You’re such a dumbass sometimes, you know that?” He chuckled, squeezing Shiro’s hands. “After all this time, you really think anyone can force me to do anything?”
Shiro smiled softly.
“Besides,” Keith continued, voice going quiet, “I don’t mind taking on some work for the Atlas….if it means I can do it with you.”
Shirolooked away, cheeks bright red. “Oh,” he muttered. “Well…..I mean, I guess that…makes sense?”
Keith smiled, the hard knot in his chest finally unraveling. Unfortunately, it also unraveled his stomach. He quickly shook off Shiro’s hands and made a mad dash for the toilet. He didn’t quite make it to the bowl itself, however, and the remnants of the alcohol and water splashed against the side of the toilet.
A metal hand was on his back as he coughed. “Where is it all coming from?” Shiro murmured, worry and amusement mixing in his voice.
He hooked his arms under Keith’s, hauling him up as gently as he could, pulling him away from the mess on the floor. Keith grumbled a weak protest, head lolling back to rest on Shiro’s shoulders. Shiro chuckled softly, his breath warm against Keith’s ear. It felt right.
“Let’s get you to bed, alright?”
“Will you come with me?” Keith blurted out, feeling dizzy and lightheaded.
Suddenly, he was lifted off the ground, and he clutched at Shiro’s fancy jacket as the world spun. A soft kiss was pressed to the top of his head. “Is that what you want?”
Keith nodded, pressing his face into Shiro’s chest. This was where he was meant to be. “Please don’t…leave me again,” Keith hiccuped, fading fast.
The arms around him held tighter.
“Never again,” Shiro promised.
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omniversalobservations · 6 years ago
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"Make Ultra Instinct Shaggy a DLC in Mortal Kombat 11!"
It seems 2019 continues to be quite the year for Shaggy. Scooby-Doo’s most famous pseudo-stoner and scaredy-cat managed to get a petition with more than 340,000 signatures to add him to the bloody and violent Mortal Kombat 11. What started out as the joke premise of Shaggy only using “10 percent of his power” to beat up Naruto’s Sasuke, has evolved into a meme and a movement that even actor Matthew Lillard has noticed. The “Shaggy god meme” has transcended forums and reddit posts and might actually be making an impact in the real world.
Rumors are swirling online that the folks at Netherrealm might actually be crazy enough to put Shaggy in as a playable character. Ed Boon, creative director at Netherrealm and co-creator of the franchise, has been trolling fans on Twitter. He’s been posting images of what Shaggy would look inside the game and responding to YouTube theorists, confirming their suspicions.
On paper, it seems like an incredibly odd choice but it can be done. Warner Bros. Interactive owns Netherrealms Studios alongside the the rights to Scooby-Doo, so it technically could happen. It would be a hard sell to have the classic Hanna-Barbera character known for wacky hijinks enter the arena, especially to top-tier executives. But an M-rated Scooby has been done in the past.
Scooby Apocalypse was a comic book published by DC Comics in 2016 that reimagines the gang after the end of the world. The guys in costumes are gone, replaced with high-tech gadgets and real world consequences. Shaggy wasn’t just a one-dimensional joke, but actually had depth to him. “He's a bit naive, but he isn't played like a fool and has a readily apparent tenderness, which perfectly segues into Scooby,” a review of the first issue on ComicBook.com said.
If Shaggy makes it into Mortal Kombat 11, it will certainly be a joyous day online. Seeing the green shirt and cargo pants pummeling Scorpion sounds almost too good. The blood and guts swinging through the air as Shaggy rips their spinal cord right out of their back. We won’t know for sure if nearly half a million fans have their prayers answered until Mortal Kombat 11 releases on April 23.
A representative for Netherrealm Studios did not return a request for comment. Zoinks!
Source: Newsweek
Shaggy still dominates the Internet, and that will undoubtedly continue now that a Mortal Kombat 11 co-creator has posted his own take on the meme. The idea behind the Shaggy meme began after the release of the animated movie Scooby-Doo! Legend of the Phantosaur. In that film, Shaggy gets hypnotized and takes down an entire biker gang in a diner. In 2017, a YouTube user posted a video of that scene with the Ultra Instinct music from Dragon Ball Super.
The idea of a super-powerful Shaggy began to slowly infiltrate the Internet after fan art of Ultra Instinct Shaggy began to emerge. Then Avengers: Infinity War released and introduced the world to Thanos, the perfect villain for this version of Shaggy. Artwork of Shaggy taking down Thanos began to surface, but the current meme became popular after Reddit and Twitter users started creating memes based on an all-powerful Shaggy. The meme took off, and now, super-powerful Shaggy is pretty much everywhere. Ultimately, though, fans of the meme began to petition Mortal Kombat 11 to add Ultra Instinct Shaggy to its DLC. That petition currently has almost 300,000 signatures. Although Warner Bros., the game's publisher, has not yet commented on the possibility of adding Shaggy to the title, the idea continues to gain traction. Even Matthew Lillard, who played the character in the live-action movies, gave his approval to the memes.
It seems the meme has made it to Ed Boon, who co-created Mortal Kombat 11. Boon posted his take on Shaggy joining Mortal Kombat 11 on Twitter, showing him fighting within the game.
Although the Scooby-Doo franchise dates back to 1969, it remains as much an iconic part of pop culture today as it did when the first episode of the series aired on television. Most recently, Scooby-Doo crossed over with The CW's Supernatural, creating an episode of TV that turned out more brilliant than anyone could have ever imagined. A new animated movie is set to arrive in 2020. Plus, Ultra Instinct Shaggy is now all over the Internet, making him more popular than ever.
Boon's artwork will only add fuel to the fire of fans wanting to see super Shaggy in Mortal Kombat 11. Imagine Shaggy with some wildly violent finishing move dominating the game in a way that only he could. The memes have spoken and here's hoping that Warner Bros. and those behind Mortal Kombat 11 are paying attention.
Source: ScreenRant
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[John K. Ross] Short Circuit: A Roundup of Recent Federal Court Decisions
Grenades, machine guns, 3D printed guns, a tranquilizer gun, machetes, duct tape, and a long blonde wig.
Please enjoy the latest edition of Short Circuit, a weekly feature from the Institute for Justice.
Winston-Salem, N.C. surgeon Gajendra Singh wants to charge patients less than half the going rate for MRIs, but North Carolina's "certificate of need" law prevents him from buying a scanner for his imaging center. Head on over to Vox to read about IJ's newest lawsuit.
New on the podcast: Amtrak's self-serving regulations, the Federal Housing Finance Agency's unconstitutional structure, and Auer deference. With special guest Professor Evan Bernick of Georgetown Law.
D.C. transit officials reject Catholic Church's proposed advertisement that's to appear on the side of public buses (scroll down for image). Unconstitutional viewpoint discrimination? Probably not, says the D.C. Circuit. Better that officials reject all religious (or antireligious) ads than pick and choose which ones are objectionable.
Contributing to an op-ed in a foreign newspaper while under a gag order was "skating close to the line," says the D.C. Circuit, but communicating with potential witnesses while on release awaiting trial "went right past the line." Paul Manafort must indeed remain in jail throughout trial (which is rolling on).
In the course of prosecuting and convicting a financial scammer, federal prosecutors commit such egregious discovery abuses that the Fourth Circuit refers the matter to the DOJ's Office of Professional Responsibility. Scammer files a Freedom of Information Act request to find out the results of the investigation. OPR: We will not even acknowledge the existence of the alleged investigation, let alone give you any documents. D.C. Circuit: This isn't some CIA operation; hand them over (and waive the copying fees).
In Vermont, candidates for governor and lieutenant governor can opt to take public funding to run their campaigns if they abide by certain restrictions. Among them: They can't raise funds from private donors (namely, political parties), nor can they spend their own money. Plaintiffs: The restrictions violate the First Amendment. Second Circuit: They do not.
Sixteen-year-old runaway (who's been abused, forced into prostitution by pimp who goes by "Cut Throat") shoots and kills customer, a Nashville, Tenn. real estate agent. She gets a life sentence. Sixth Circuit: Which could be a problem if there's no possibility of parole. But the state's sentencing laws are not clear on that point, so the Tennessee Supreme Court should weigh in. (The case is the subject of a documentary film.)
Contractor excavates rock to fix portion of Dekalb County, Tenn. highway that slid into river. Mine Safety and Health Administration: That is mining, which you can't do without telling us first. For that and some other things, pay a $2,940 fine. Administrative law judge: Yup. Pay the fine. Sixth Circuit: Maybe not. The Constitution demands ALJs be appointed by the president, a court of law, or a department head—and the ALJ here was appointed by another ALJ.
Noblesville, Ind. police find defendant, who was displeased with her boyfriend's ex-wife's lawyer, hiding with her son in the lawyer's husband's car and a loaded handgun, binoculars, a plastic bag, latex gloves, a knife, a rubber tourniquet, a syringe that contained a potentially lethal dose of succinylcholine (a paralytic). A search of defendant's car yields ammunition, duct tape, a long blonde wig, two machetes, a tranquilizer gun and darts, alcohol pads, syringes, a "commando" saw, a hammer, a shovel with dirt on it, three license plates, a walking cane, a priest disguise, and a full-headed silicone mask depicting an elderly man's face. Seventh Circuit: No need to reconsider defendant's convictions.
Can someone who objects to a class action settlement claim a piece of the plaintiffs' attorneys' fees if his objections improved the settlement? He sure can, says the Seventh Circuit.
Missouri corrections officials must, per state law, permit several members of the public to witness executions. Journalist: Which I have not been allowed to do, perhaps because I've written several articles critical of Missouri's execution practices. The state's current policy, whereby officials have unbridled discretion to choose who can serve as witnesses at executions, violates due process. Eighth Circuit: This suit can proceed.
Stripped of his ability to prescribe narcotics by the Arkansas State Medical Board, doctor places grenade near then-chairman of the board's vehicle. The explosion seriously injures the then-chairman. By chance, city workers find 98 grenades buried near the doc's home. Police find 76 machine guns in the doc's home. Gov't tries to forfeit the guns. District court denies forfeiture but orders the guns sold at auction because the doctor, now a convicted felon, cannot lawfully possess them. Eighth Circuit: Affirmed. Proceeds from the auction go to the former chairman.
Facebook meme depicts various firearms and uses for each. Gun control proponent comments in response, "Which one do I need to shoot up a kindergarten?" Screenshot finds its way to Jackson, Mo. police, who arrest and charge the proponent, leading to several days in custody. (All charges dropped.) Qualified immunity for the officers? No, says the Eighth Circuit, because even minimal investigation would have revealed the comment was not a "true threat."
Allegation: Fully aware of the dangers, San Jose, Calif. police force a crowd of Trump supporters to exit a rally directly through a crowd of anti-Trump protestors. Violence ensues. And the constitutional violation here, says the Ninth Circuit, was so obvious that qualified immunity would be inappropriate.
District court issues injunction to Maricopa County, Ariz. sheriff's office, under the leadership of Joe Arpaio, to stop racially profiling Latino drivers—which the sheriff's office comprehensively violates while deliberately withholding evidence from the court. So the district court issues another, more comprehensive injunction—which, per the Ninth Circuit, it had every right to do.
Los Angeles County officers raid home without a warrant after getting tip that wanted man had been seen nearby. He's not there, so officers proceed to a shack in the backyard where they encounter a pregnant woman and her husband. They shoot both of them. Ninth Circuit (2016): Pay $4 mil to the couple. SCOTUS: Vacated. The Ninth Circuit's excessive force jurisprudence is out of step with the Fourth Amendment. Ninth Circuit (2018): The officers are still liable. (Click here for some longform journalism on the shooting.)
Last year, President Trump issued an executive order withholding federal grant money from "sanctuary jurisdictions" where local officials do not share information about individuals' citizenship or immigration status with the feds. Ninth Circuit: Only Congress can pull the funding. But the district court needs to reconsider whether the nationwide injunction it issued is appropriate. Dissent: While San Francisco and Santa Clara, Calif. officials "may be convinced that the Executive Order loosed a fearsome chimera upon them, that does not mean that the courts should take up arms to vanquish the imagined beast by slaying the Executive Order itself."
Although the honey badger is well known for not giving a shit about cobras or bees, he is extremely concerned about his intellectual property. Ninth Circuit: A YouTube naturalist's copyright infringement case against a greeting card company should go to a jury.
Grand Rapids, Mich. police fingerprint and photograph youth who suspiciously handed a model train engine to another boy. Michigan Supreme Court: Though the city does not require officers to fingerprint and photograph people, it certainly approves of the practice. (Each patrol officer is issued a camera and fingerprinting kit.) So the youth's Fourth Amendment claim against the city should not have been dismissed. (H/t: Beth Wilensky.)
State Department: In 2013, we said posting online instructions to 3D print plastic guns is basically like exporting "munitions," which is illegal. But we have changed our mind and will remove the instructions from our banned "munitions" list. Federal judge: No, you won't. At the request of the state of Washington's attorney general, I'm granting a temporary restraining order requiring the State Department to keep the instructions on the export ban list. (Bonus: "Whether code is covered by free speech is actually pretty settled. The answer is yes," says Harvard cyberlaw fellow. Double bonus: Eugene Volokh on three ways to think about free speech and 3D printing. Super bonus: We talked about the case on the podcast in 2016.)
After municipal forfeiture attorneys were caught on tape calling civil forfeiture a "gold mine," New Mexico became one of the first states in the country to abolish civil forfeiture. Hurrah! But Albuquerque officials went right on forfeiting cars, claiming the law doesn't apply at the municipal level. So IJ sued on behalf of a woman who had her vehicle seized even though she did nothing wrong, simply because her son allegedly broke the law. Flashforward to March 2018: A federal judge agreed the program violates state law. And now the most recent coup: The same judge finds the program unconstitutional to boot, setting a precedent with implications for forfeiture programs nationwide.
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