#“oh... Coco forgot/doesn't want to do it...”

[evilcokito]

Captain Squad 3 " Know what happens when talent works hard? "

👹 Riddle Rosehearts 👹

Requested by: anon! TOOK LONG TO DO THIS AND I'M SO SORRY *kneels* hope you see it in some way- probably wrote too much, can't control myself.

👹 Curiosities: (Riddle have a Bankai YAY!)

👹 Riddle worked very hard at the shinigami academy. He became captain on the recommendation of other captains.

👹 Incredibly demanding of himself, his subordinates and other captains.

👹 When Trey-Cater go to "solve the problem," they do the "problem" a favor. Riddle has no mercy at all.

👹 Riddle helped Cater to train his Bankai andd plans to do the same with Deuce and Ace. He really wants the Shinigami in his squad to be efficient.

👹 Hates going to the human world. He usually sends his subordinates there.

👹 Riddles activation shikai is "Decapitate", and his Bankai is " Dye with hemorrhage, Rose. Bleed - Off with your head ".

Shikai Decapitate:

Allows Riddle to inflict a sudden loss of consciousness on the opponent, similar to the sensation when fainting. To activate it, he have to cut slightly the opponent's neck. The time of loss of consciousness depends on the opponent, it can be a second or take days to recover.

Bankai Off with your head:

Causes the opponent to slowly bleed from the cut inflicted on Shikai. With hemorrhage, the opponent loses abilities and consciousness. This allows Riddle a certain amount of battle time to definitively cut off the head. This bankai is an illusion, the opponent has only the feeling and thought that he is progressively losing blood. However, progressive skill losses are real.

👹 At the academy, they called him "that miniature demon brat!" Currently they can't call Riddle that way, but no one forgot it.

👹 The king of knowing the rules of the Sereitei, Kido's incantations and Bureaucracy by heart. Everyone usually asks him.

👹 Although Riddle is a disciplined and tough captain, he is also very easy to distract. His subordinates usually prevent him from getting out of control or breaking half of the Sereitei… with pets. Little kittens, dogs, birds.

👹 If they are strays, Riddle adopts the animals. Half of them were found by Trey and Cater running to stop Riddle from getting angry. Trey usually looks for puppies and kittens. Cater runs for whatever comes his way: lizards, river carp, snakes. Ace and Deuce also take any animals they find.

👹 Squad 3 is almost like a zoo. Riddle takes good care of the animals and then releases them.

👹 He does not allow, under any circumstances, one of his subordinates to be harmed in battle.

👹 As time goes by, it becomes softer and less strict. He is unrecognizable from his time in the academy. That doesn't mean that Riddle doesn't shout a lot in person or on the cellphone.

[bebe-writes-stuff]

Mikey x reader (angst with a good ending)

One of Mikey's problems is he doesn't realize how neglectful he's been of you until it was too late. He wasn't the perfect boyfriend, you already accepted that. But you weren't going to accept pushing your self-respect aside for him. You knew your worth. And what happened today was your breaking point with him.

You had both of your arms wrapped around your body, trying to shield yourself from the biting cold, as you waited. Your skin, touched by the icy air as you felt numbness set in, your movements became stiff. Hours, you had spent hours in the cold winter waiting for him.

Your breath is visible in clouds. You had accepted the fact, he forgot our date...again. you crouched down, grabbing a hand full of snow, the crystals cling light to your palm, cool and delicate against your skin. You bring your hands closer to your face before parting your lips feeling the snow melting on your tongue forming a small, involuntary smile at the sensation. It tasted pure and clean.

"Huh? yo Y/n, whatchu' doin' out here?"

You jumped at the sudden noise that cut through the air, knowing who it was, you turned around immediately.

"Oh, hey Taka-kun."

You wave a little with a smile but your eyes look sad, his eyes widening at your state. quickly making his way to you, taking off his scarf and wrapping it around you,

"Holy hell Y/n! How long have you been out here! you're freaking blue!"

He pulled you into a tight embrace, you were freezing. you look up at him with a sad look,

"he forgot...again."

You nuzzled into Mitsuya, desperate for any warmth,

"I am so sorry, Y/n. Please go home, you're so cold. Here, I'll drive you home."

He pointed at his bike and gently pulled you towards,

"C'mon, I'll make you something warm to drink."

Despite Mitsuya's gentleness, he was infuriated with Mikey. Mitsuya knew that if he didn't show up coincidentally, You would've stayed until Mikey showed up and from the looks of it, he wasn't going to anytime soon.

...

Once you stepped inside the comfort of your home. You felt like you were melting. You handed Mitsuya his scarf back before taking off your layers of clothes that didn't really make a difference in the cold weather.

You snuggled into your couch, when Mitsuya came out of your kitchen with 2 mugs of hot cocoa.

"Hot coco! perfect timing taka-kun!"

He sat next to you handing one of the cups as you started explaining your situation and how you almost ended up freezing to death because of Mikey forgetting about the date HE asked you on. He listened to you carefully , nodding and humming, but when you reached the end of your story. You said something that caught him totally off guard,

"Taka-kun, I think I am done with Mikey. T-this was my last straw, I can't do it anymore!"

You shook your head, as tears began forming at the corners of your eyes,

"I've been patient with him since the beginning, but there's only so much stress he can put on me! It feels like I've been pushing constantly at a cement wall! All I do is give, and give, and FUCKING GIVE...I am tired!"

Tears spilled from your eyes, it was the first time Mitsuya ever saw you cry. He even wondered sometimes if you were capable of crying, but now you proved him wrong. You had feelings, emotions, and most importantly a limit. A limit Mikey has crossed.

"C'mon Y/n, y-you don't mean that right? You love him. And he loves you too, so much in fact, even if he is too careless to show it sometimes. You're all he talks about-"

You cut him off,

"Of course you're gonna defend him, you're one of his best friends. Go home Mitsuya, I wanna be alone."

You were weak and tired. You just wanted to be alone. away from everyone and away from Mikey. But the thought of it made you miserable, Mitsuya was right. You did love him, but you loved yourself also. Mitsuya reached your front door when he turned to you,

"I swear to Toman, Y/n, Mikey has never talked about anyone the way he talks about you. The way his eyes light up when your name comes up in anything. He is just a dense idiot, he'd never ever have the intention to hurt you purposely."

...

Once Mitsuya left your place, he instantly called Draken, informing him about your situation and especially how you wanted to end it with Mikey. Draken expected Mikey to fuck it up with you but this, he was just as frustrated as Mitsuya.

"DAMMIT MIKEY, PICK UP!"

He punched his wall, staring at 6 calls Mikey had missed. No use in calling Mikey again, He called Emma,

"Oh draken, hey-"

He cut her off,

"EMMA, WHERE'S THAT DUMBASS SHRIMP? WHY ISNT HE PICKING UP HIS DAMN FUCKING PHONE?"

Emma quickly removed the phone from next to her ear before going deaf because of draken's yell.

"Jeez, what the hell, you're gonna make me deaf! He is still sleeping, what's wrong?"

"That idiot fucked up with Y/n. He asked her out on a date today and forgot about her. She was waiting outside for hours dammit, HOURS. Mitsuya found her and said she was freezing her ass off...and she wants to end it with him."

His voice lowered as he got to the end. Emma's eyes went wide, angry at her older brother's actions.

...

A yawn leaving his lips and messy blonde hair, Mikey appeared behind Emma stretching a little.

"Good morning Emma, mm are you talking to Ken-chin on the phone, I think I heard his voice."

Mikey ducked the flying pan that Emma threw at him, before she glared at him angrily with tears in the corners of her eyes. Poor Y/n she almost froze to death because of him.

"Woah, what is your problem? Wait hold on, are you crying?"

He made his way to his sister, before cupping her face and looking at her face. Tears were in the corners of her eyes, and cheeks stained with tears she'd already wiped away. He wiped her tears away,

"Hey, what's wrong? Who made you cry?

She pushed him away from her,

"You, jerk!"

He looked confusion,

"What did I even do? I literally just woke up. Also why was Ken-chin spamming my phone with calls?"

"Y/n, She almost froze to death because of you! Why even ask her on a date when you aren't gonna show up, not to mention, this isn't the first time!"

Mikey froze still, checking the time, it was hours after your planned date.

"Dammit, dammit, are you fucking shitting me right now? Fuck, I promised her I wouldn't forget!"

He scrambled to quickly fix his hair and put on his shoes before Emma continued,

"...She wants to end it, Mikey."

Almost dropping to his knees, Mikey trembled slightly, using the door next to him as leverage,

"W-what?"

He was scared, No you can't leave him, You were the best thing that ever happened to him. All Mikey could do was think about all the silly moments he had with you. How he teased you. How he'd poke and pinch those cute rose cheeks, that were always as soft as mochi. Not waiting a second more, Mikey ran out of his house, he had to reach you, and apologize, and kiss you.

"M-mikey wait, it's too cold to go out without a jacket."

Emma tried, but no way could she keep up with Mikey's speed as he ran, one thought in mind, his love and how he hurt her.

...

He was gasping for air when he reached your house, instantly knocking on your front door frantically. Startled by the loud knocking, you quickly made a way to your front door, stopping when you heard,

"Y/N! PLEASE! I'M SORRY!"

It was Mikey, you stared at the door, Your heart aching to keep him waiting outside in the cold.

"Go home, Mikey."

He stopped knocking once hearing your voice, his heart dropping at your words. He could tell you've been crying,

"Y/n, I'm sorry, I really am, I'm sorry for making you wait! I'm sorry for making you cry! I am a terrible boyfriend, I'll do better, I swear. Please let me in. Y/n, I love you."

"It's cold, please go home,Mikey, I don't want you to get a cold. I want to be alone right now."

You didn't hear any response, only footsteps going further and further. you leaned against the door, curling in a small ball. Hugging your legs close to your chest.

"I shouldn't have done that, damn it Y/n! we could've talked it out!"

You dug your nails in your shoulders regretting your decision. Crying made you tired, before you even knew it. you had dozed off in front of the door to your home on the cold floor.

...

You weren't sure how long you'd been out for, but you woke up suddenly at the sound of your phone ringing, it was Emma calling you to check up on everything.

"Hey Emma,"

Your voice was hoarse and raspy, Her heart sank at the sound of your voice.

"Hey Y/n, how are things going, um did you guys make up?"

"Huh? what do you mean?"

"Mikey hasn't been home? I am guessing he is with you working this out, right? huh? Y/n hello?"

You dropped your phone on the ground, horrified. Mikey wasn't at your house nor was he at his in this Frigid weather.

You snatched your front door in an instant, Mikey was nowhere in front of you. Without thinking, sliding your feet in your shoes before running out the house not bothering closing the door behind you,

"MIKEY!"

You looked around as your screamed his name,

"MIKEY!"

You screamed even louder. But, it was no use, no matter how loud you shouted, the streets were empty.

"I'M SO STUPID, DAMMIT WHY DID I DO THAT?"

why couldn't you have just let him in, instead of being selfish and a hypocrite. Leaving him out in the cold just like he did to you. You wouldn't forgive yourself if something happened to him. You bit your lip so hard he drew blood before pulling your fist back and punching a tree to let out your internal frustration. Blood dripped from the tree, you busted your knuckles.

...

The only idea that made sense to you was to follow the footstep in the snow that spread out away from your house. You didn't care about the biting cold, mikey was your source of warmth. You didn't care about the date, you just wanted to make sure he was alright. You ran in the direction of the footsteps that seemed to be the same size as Mikeys.

"Please, Mikey! please be okay!"

Tears flooded out of your eyes freezing half-way down your cheeks, as you reached what seemed to be the last footsteps imprinted in the snow, only to be replaced by a new pair of footsteps, two of them. That led to an abandoned warehouse. It was old and shabby.

There was something that made your chest tighten. Blood, Small drops of the next to each pair of footsteps. You couldn't help but overthink as you got closer and closer to the warehouse. You were facing the door leading inside the isolated place, you hadn't realized how far you've gotten away from...anyone. You push the old rusty door and it creaked loudly, You gasped when you heard,

"Huh? Oi Tatsumi, did you hear that? come with me,"

A wave of fear and anxiety washed over you. You couldn't hide anywhere, Your footsteps would only alert your hiding spot. Whoever was out here, in this weather, and the blood that stained the pure white snow, they weren't nice people. There was only one place to hide.

...

"What the- Matsuda, no one is out here-"

"Look, you fucking idiot, there's a 3rd pair of footsteps leading to our hiding spot. There's someone hiding out here."

you held your breath as you ducked.

"Wait where? There's no more footsteps left in the snow."

he walked around, the only footsteps were his, as he continued looking for this hiding person.

"Matsuda, what if they're already in the warehouse."

"Maybe...well if they are. find them. you know what to do, Tatsumi. Tie them up next to that fucking brat."

"You know Matsuda, I heard a lot about that kid. Apparently, he is the strongest teenager around here. They named him, um, yeah I remember now! The invincible Mikey."

Your eyes widened, as you heard. Features contort, revealing a mixture of anxiety and distress. Brows drawn together you began to think. They kidnapped mikey...

...

Hiding on the roof of the abandoned warehouse was the best option. You used all the strength you could possibly collect to pull yourself from window to window until you reached the top of it. There were a few openings on the roof to get inside but could you hide inside until you found mikey, or do you call the cops- Fuck you forgot your phone at home. You had no choice, you had to save mikey.

You walked around the roof, making sure of things, your footsteps were as silent as possible. You peeked into one of the openings of the roof. Clear, You jumped in, your footsteps as silent as a brown bear. You hid in the shadows, you didn't know where you were going, but your heart led you to him. The ache in your chest only tightened when you saw the scene in front of you.

...

On the other the two criminals were searching the warehouse for any lost prey waiting to be hunted. What both men concluded, the footsteps belonged to a girl from how small they were compared to theirs.

"Matsuda, are you sure?"

"100%, you saw the difference didn't you?"

"Wait, but why are we looking for her?"

"...A little treat after dealing with that kid, we could have some fun."

...

"...Mikey...?"

you mutter below a whisper, almost a squeak, as you stare at the man you loved. Covered in blood, bruises, and cuts, Mikey, looks at you. He was stripped down to his boxers as he was tied down to a wooden chair with duct tape.

"...Y/n...I'm sorry."

You knew Mikey could easily beat those guys up without breaking a sweat, so why, why was he doing this to himself. But then you noticed his eyes. You've never seen Mikey's eyes so dark in your life before. He had no fighting spirit left, and one thought lingered in your mind.

I caused all of this.

You walked closer to Mikey, You cupped his face. Cold. He was cold.

"Oh Mikey, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

You felt your heart break, as you pulled him into your arms,

"Heh, you're so warm, Y/n-chin."

You looked down and saw how his eyes let up at the sight of you, Your tears sliding off your face onto his.

"Jiro, I am so sorry. I love you. I was being childish and stupid and you got hurt because of me. I am sorry."

You couldn't stop your tears, you just wanted to go home with Mikey and cuddle, absorbing each other's warmth. You wanted all of this to just be a bad dream you'll wake up from, and wake up to Mikey's soft whispering of everything will be alright.

"Mm, I love you too. Hey, stop crying, okay? Your tears are precious to me and I am sorry for making you cry. Don't worry, everything will be alright."

...

"Sorry to break your little love sessions here, But I doubt anything will be alright, as your little boyfriend here is saying."

You heard as soon as you finished ripping off the tap holding your boyfriend down. He gave you a look which meant, stay close to me as much as you can. You nodded a little.

"I mean I wouldn't want to beat on you more than I already did but looks like I don't have a choice."

Both men ran towards Mikey. Not even a blink of an eye later. Both men, splayed on the floor, completely knocked out.

"The only reason, I let you two pieces of shits do what you've done, because it was a punishment for me for breaking my promise to Y/n and making her wait for me."

He looked at you with a wide smile,

"Let's go home, angel."

"Put your damn clothes back on, mikey."

...

You were in his room, take care of all his injuries. Patting the small cotton ball drenched in alcohol.

"OWIE, BE GENTLE Y/N-CHIN!"

"I AM BEING GENTLY, STOP SQUIRMING AROUND!"

You couldn't help the smile creeping on your lips at the sound of his childish voice, causing him to smile also.

"I guess they made up?"

Emma asked Draken,

"Yeah, I wonder what happened though."

He responded.

You stopped patting the cotton ball and looked down before you mutter,

"Hey mikey?"

"Yeah."

"I like you most when you're on your feet kicking ass, I don't wanna see you get hurt ever again, m'kay?"

[kerubimcrepin]

Episode 30 - Bonta Folie's (part 1)

This says: "COCO PEOPL PLAQU"

I wonder what this magazine is about, as someone who doesn't read magazines. Swimwear? Beaches?

Guys are we sure she was shaving "him" off, and not "it"? Because I'm scared, Mr submaker.

There are multiple things to point out here:

Simone is basically Joris's babysitter whenever Kerubim leaves. And by god, Kerubim seems to leave a lot.

Living/working across from Kerubim, Julie is familiar with him and Joris, and has a prior relationship. She is an ecaflip, and a fellow business owner, — besides that, being an ex-hairdresser, Kerubim probably has taught her a thing or two. So, she's very happy to see him. Cute.

She discussed Simone's hair, and how to style it with him, without Simone's knowledge.

It's so sad that Simone is trapped in a reality where at times Kerubim Crepin really is as cool and knowledgeable about everything as he likes to present himself.

Imagine if the world's most entitled person entered your coffee shop and turned out to be a 30-year-in-a-row winner of the coffee making competition. Imagine if this happened every day to you at every single place you went to, with the exact same guy.

He's recommended your girlfriend what dresses to put you in, and they're all amazing. Yesterday he forgot a knife on the table, his son began running around with it. You want to beat his ass for both.

The translation here doesn't really carry across that he's saying that he wasn't a male hairdresser, but a Female Hairdresseresse.

"I was a Girlboss, my Jojo! A girlslay, gaslight, gatekeep one!"

Here Julie confirms what I already supposed: that she knows this story, and that he's taught her things.

I want to believe this is Ecaflip's doing, because Kerubim slipping on a banana peel that evil fucking cat left behind twice, and it making his life better each time, would be the funniest brick joke to date.

"LOU PRESENTE

LA _RAIE"

It doesn't look like a V at all, but it would make sense if it said "La Vraie," and they simply didn't bother to add any detail to the letter under his finger.

I think Lou is bisexual, and told him repeatedly about the cool sapphic cabaret she went to, to him, and this man who has never before been interested in cabaret was like "yeah that's probably the best one, the most renowned coolest one." and never understood it's a., lesbian thing.

I think this is the easiest way to explain how he knows about it, yet knows nothing about it.

I will be real, it's heart-warming to see him drink something that isn't beer while in a bar. Though the little artistocratic pinky thing he's doing is... very distracting.

Thank you, ecaflip psychiatric ward, for making him a bit saner, yet insane in new, weirder ways.

Feminism.

(Eric Andre voice) Oh you think the Bontarian Sapphic Cabaret has girl power? Well then, do you think the Bontarian Sapphic Cabaret effectively utilized their girl power by propagating the Bonta-supremacist view among their viewers using their sex appeal, in service of the corrupt nobility?

God, redressing from that costume in five minutes sounds hellish.

A lot of shows would have made an episode, where their male protagonist cross dresses, and infiltrates a "female space", one filled with Goofs about him being a pervert, or uncomfortable, or would have him act visibly flustered. Because it's "funny", man in drag fails at being a woman, laugh.

...I am very happy this one doesn't go in that direction, for many, many reasons.

Realistically, after losing his fiancée, after weeks, or months, in a psychiatric ward, he really wouldn't have "this is a place full of pretty women", of all things, on his mind.

Beyond that, the whole concept of drag as a joke at the expense of the person wearing it, is, well, offensive, and to see it being something more than that, is quite refreshing.

His nerves come from how much he has to do, and how out of depth he is.

This guy has never worked in a high-stress environment like that, he's never done a girly thing before either! He just fucked up a woman's wig, and is about to burn a hole through these clothes. Things are bad.

The real Lili wasn't fucking lying: this really is hell.

Your daily reminder that, for all the jokes of Joris being a manlet, Kerubim is almost the exact same height as he, give-or-take like, ten centimetres.

The thing is that, he used to hate himself so much, that he developed 30-50 addictions and gave her magical amnesia about it.

Now he wants her back so badly that he's drinking tea in taverns, dressing up as a woman (despite, y'know, his incredibly fragile sense of masculinity), and he's chasing her despite knowing how badly he fucked up and that she may never forgive him, simply because he wants to try to make it work anyway.

What he hadn't solved, is his issue with lying, but it is a nice sentiment, — for him to be ready to toss aside his previous identity that used to serve as his shield, in favour of this more vulnerable, girlfailure-esque one.

He can't even muster it in him, to feel bad, when Lou's teasing him here.

I think it's also important to point out that this episode is, funnily enough, one where we see young Kerubim at his most carefree and happy, and his relationship with Lou at it's peak.

He isn't forcing himself to learn how to do make-up through gritted teeth just to get closer to her. He's learning that his girlfriend's interests are fun, and that he likes it. That he's been missing out all this time.

Yes, as an old man he views it as "forgetting who he really is," but to say this didn't affect him greatly, would be a big, big lie. He is still implied to, at times, do drag. He's far more emotionally open with his peers, and doesn't really view it as a weakness anymore. He knits, for god's sake.

Also, and I'm sorry for this., but he has an actual fucking Single-Mom Syndrome. A fatal case of it, in fact. So that's just one last nail in the coffin, proving that this really was one of the most profound thing to ever happen to him, and one that changed his brain chemistry forever, for better or for worse.

[muirneach]

oh fucking hell. ao singles draw. alright. here we go stream of conciousness draw analysis

atp

holger zhizhen first round evil for ME!!!!

i do genuinely believe michelsen could beat stef first round lol

MONFILS MPETSHI???

BEN BRANDON????

denis playing his personal pigeon rba. nice. how rba is so bad that somehow denis can pigeon him i have no clue

lol. rinderknech evades taylor but is forced to play frances instead

reilly and tomáš both being in novak's section. both of them famously beat him within the last 6 months (or whenever geneva was but still last season). i don't think they will replicate this i think whoever beats him could be a new and different flop player but still im sure he's eyeing them

FOGNINI GRIGOR rejoice rejoice. wow i love gay people. old man yaoi even. you guys remember that video of them at the net yes?

carlitos easy draw aside from novak in quarters but genuinely will novak get there whos to say

casper félix sharing a section once more oh yes i laugh. they would both have to get there tho cause shang and jakub are both also there

straight up i forgot zverev was second seed. jesus crisp. wow and kyrgios in his section. i hope they both die. this sucks tho cause his whole end of the draw is easy as hell omfg...

no one really who can threaten jannik's defence run in his end. hubi is there but who knows mans. demon is not free of jannik. but i wish him well in the qaurters. and yes i entirely support demon to stop jannik title defence sorry i want ao for him so bad

taylor muse section? of course.

danya... honestly it could be worse. will alexei want to lock tf in for ao yes but hes incredibly inconsistent so. well. he wont. his projected quarterfinalist is taylor (ahem. if he doesnt get taken out by muse, who danya could beat). wawrinka mpetshi and ben could easily do some damage here. we shall see. especially mpetshi. godspeed to anyone who has to face him.

wta

ARYNA SLOANE FIRST ROUND???? thats crazy.

coco kenin also crazy. why are they putting all the slam winner matchups like this.

mirra bouzková evil for me specifically but mirra in the same area as aryna mwahahahaaa yesssss (i do want aryna title defence but like. i always love that matchup. and i think it has a high chance to happen i can't see them losing before then)

anyways easy draw for aryna. unfortunately a la demon, qinwen is the projected qf. which only makes it easier for aryna of course. but POOR QINWEN. i would also loveee if she finally beat aryna at aryna's house like could you imagine.

oh my god karo naomi potential secound rounddddddd are you kidding me....

but anyways coco has karo (easy win for her lol) naomi (doable) and jess (i was gonna say doable but somehow jess leads the h2h 2-4 altho i will chalk this up to age and experience) in her quarter. so not terrible i suppose. same half as aryna (who coco leads 5-4 in h2h) but its all doable i think

moving along to elena/jasmines quarter. that would be a remarkable matchup (elite server and elite returner mm yes. intruiging h2h also) should they both get there, jasmine could, elena you know how it is. it depends on how she's doing. but katie, haddad maia, townsend, elina, and danielle in this group so i think there's bound to be some interesting matches there

apparently navarro and dasha have never played. remarkable. well they're in the same group but im hoping peyton (whos losing the h2h 1-4) might upset navarro in the first round lol. much more importantly ons is in this group. so it's stacked as hell. oh also navarro might be injured i think she took an mto in her match today.

oh my fucking god katko iga first round ao you want to KILL ME!!! but okay. raducanu if she doesn't lose to ekaterina could probably lose to anisimova (but, anisimova is as inconsistent as raducanu so who knows). iga's section not that crazy tho. once we get to later rounds and she has to start seeing elena or jasmine thats when things will get real. igaryna ao finals does have a nice ring to it though

[1d1195]

Definitely get the whole vibe of everyone relying on you! I basically have the same role in my family too :/ While i would literally do anything for my family(not extended family bc thats a DIFFERENT story lol) it is very draining especially when at times it may not be reciprocated in a way that actually helps. So youre not alone in that and it doesn't make you a bad person for saying those things either! And yeah i did say im the eldest daughter! I only have one sibling which is my brother but he's only 2 years younger than me. We are actually very close and i love him to death! BUT what's wild is that personally I don't think we are too similar but apparently we are according to others lol We are also both Aquarians which is also WILD!

ANYWAYSSSSSS That is kinda sad to think about it like that :( But honestly I think you would love to see and particpate in a Day of the Dead celebration! It's just a different way of viewing death and th process of it like making the offerings and decorating is so fun! Well at least when we do it we cook/buy our loved ones fave foods and it comes naturally the nice memories we have shared with them. also idk if i've mentioned this but i LOVE flowers like obsessed! so I enjoy that aspect too! Plus it really does kick off your b-day month so IT"S A WIN! also WE ARE THE SAME once again, i have ALWAYS been obsessed with my ancestry too! Have you taken one of those DNA tests or Ancestry tests??? And you can ask whenever/whatever you want!

I say you could totally write a cool biography or even like a memoir! I think that would be such a fun little project even if it's just for yourself!

like bestie you don't understand, this man's arms look GOOD so i get the vibe of liking forearms! it's totally not weird! I mean I have a thing for noses(according to my friends bc i have never truly noticed 😭) and hands! Or maybe something might be wrong with me 😂

It was for a good deal too! It was $10 for a HARDCOVER of Oscar Wilde's "The Picture of Dorian Gray" and im exicted since it looks like I might actually start this book lol Have you read anything fun or new recently?

ALSO SAM THE RIGHT HERE EXTRA WAS SO GOOD 😭I forgot how cute these two are and how perfect they are 😭 Harry in this is just so 😭 i love a good sick fic and the comfort of it all! BUT HER SAYING I LOVE YOU FIRST!? Why did i think Harry already said that?? lol But I found it so cute it was her and its so perfect the way you wrote about how knowing that Harry loved her back was like the last thing for her to FULLY be herself! loved it so much Sam, you never disappoint!-💜

That's so funny. My extended family is a mess too. I was actually discussing it with one of my aunts on my mom's side this weekend. My dad's side is A LOT™ Like idk what happened we were discussing it and I was like "wow, i love these people but I do not like them. wtf." That's cool you have a brother, I always wanted a brother. But I'm def the son my parents never had either lol. I bet you're a killer older sister. My sister is also ~2 years younger than me and that's so wild how similar we are! My sister is way more outgoing than I am, she's probs smarter, and infinitely more confident (I said double it and give it to the next one in the womb). What's your brother like? It's funny you think you're not like him but others do! I think my sister and I are different but we have SO many similarities.

I've done 23 and Me! The results were unsurprising. I was hoping for more nitty gritty details but I'd like to do the Ancestry one too because then I could maybe get some of the more interesting info I want. Okay you've convinced me. Maybe I'll write a memoir 😂 OH I LOVE FLOWERS TOO! I bought a headband at TJMaxx and wore it. My coworker (Spanish teacher) loved it! It had really pretty flowers and I know I mentioned it last but I think Coco is one of the most BEAUTIFUL Disney movies on the planet and it's DEFINITELY the flowers. That's a beautiful tradition--eating their favorite food 😭 that's so so nice. I hope I can participate somehow sometime that would be really cool.

Noses and forearms aren't we a pair!? 😭

Picture of Dorian Gray is on my bookshelf! I tried reading it years ago but I struggled. It's on my shelf though so it means it's gonna be read by the end of the year hahahaha Let me know how you like it! 😊

HAHAHAHAHA I always go back and reread when I write a new part to check for plot holes but I REALLY had to go back and read to see if he said it (if you read between the lines of the original part he def says it) I feel like I kinda struggled falling in love--as much as I write about it I feel like there's something wrong with me--love in books and the way I feel love is very different. Idk maybe I'm weird. I've been fantasizing about love since I was 11/12/13. Maybe I set myself up for failure in believing the stories more than reality. ALL OF THAT was to say that I think I wrote her just finally feeling at peace to be herself, to really feel in love because it's something I always struggled with.

Thank you for being the utmost supportive in everything 💕

xoxo

[theorist-influencer-untitled]

12.30.23 Saturday

7:17 am

Still,have windblow.... Weird I had a dream about this old crush during my teenage years plus the windblow2x... Tecson, seeing him in my dreams but it is weird, it was a long,long,long time ago... No longer active watching pba's...

Now, I'm thinking if I was a woman during my teenage years or if I was mature enough coz I remember my Aunt Jasmine and Uncle DD even my brother RV but this was a long,long time ago... They somehow told me, you know what Pie? ( Phy-Phy my original nick-name ) there are so many girls watching basketball game and others just to get the attention of their crush. Hmm... I was just quiet coz I don't feel pretty.... You know what I mean... But I remember that particular player Tecson, I just watched coz of him coz Aunt Jasmine somewhat told me to find a cute player. Things that I remember....

It was a long,long,long,long time ago...

7:34 am

Yeah! I have nothing against on pba players but it is a matter of exposure, that fucking exposure that I can' have... Now, I can't fix myself, that's fucking bullshit, now that I have maturity...

Now,that I have maturity but we don't have enough money now... You can find LOVE everywhere... You can find it as long as everything will be mutual...

Windblow2x here is for the pba player... I was never part of cheerleading but I can really dance and that's fucking weird!

That is one of my skeletons in my closet that I can really dance and sing and shhhh.....more skeletons..... ;)

7:49 am

Well, hopefully I can have a good friendship with the new people or new friends that I have in Conduent "friends come and go"... Hmm... I plan to have an activity things that I wasn't able to do... I wanna be free and do things that I want... I feel ugly...

Well, I don't know what kind of bf are they? But are they a "Daddy kind???" Those basket ball players.... Hey! Daddy you have that super long legs...

I remember a book that I read about "Daddy's Long Legs" it was a funny diary of a young girl who got a sponsorship from "Daddy's Long Legs". It is a classic story...

8:25 am

Uncle Jun is having different behaviour again... Hmm...

11:51 am

Uncle Jun brought some old small refrigerator and old short, short one sofa carried by the baranggay service and driven by Kuya Rico. I asked Uncle Jun what are those? He said I will just put it there and will sell it,that old short refrigerator was originally owned by Nuno's family.It is strange for me...

I suddenly said Kuya Rico it is a shorty refrigerator, I want a tall bf...The other guy, I forgot the name, follower of Uncle Jun said oh! You wanted a tall bf? I said yeah! All of my bf's or exes were all tall, coz I want big... But I hate being a 2nd choice!

12:01 noon

Finally, I got this "astron" rice cooker it is ohkay but the cover seems not fitted on the body but it can used as a cover of the body of the rice cooker...

The mowdel here is "Coco Martin"....The negative of it, of course the advantage of any rice cooker it will stay warm and there is a warm button that you can just leave your rice without a fear of getting spoil... But as time goes by the bottom of rice is getting a lil toasted toasted,which is weird for me....I never experienced that on "Asahi or Hanabishi "...

12:40 am

Another important thing!

The D-Glucose Monohydrate that I bought for John ,it is really for dogs formulation. So, whoever that ignorant soul who put a powder on our pitcher that person is crazy. I felt suddenly weird feeling, I feel bloated and having a slight tightness on my chest. It is not a good practical joke! DOGS AND HUMANS have different mechanism in the body... That chemical it seems ohkay for humans but that one that I bought is really for animals!!!

This is really for animals use!!! Not for humans! Though the chemical D-Glucose Monohydrate is not harmful but if your body doesn't need it,it might have a different side effect. Plus,this is for animals use not for human!

John had a heavy diarrhea last 28th...

1:17 pm

Uncle Jun seems having a mystery that I can't pin-point... He is eating lunch now, I cooked us here a beef steak....

1:29 pm

Still, have windblow and I wanna leave Cavite if I have money...

I really wanna have a tall bf.... Hoping for vanity and future progress in Conduent.

1:31 pm

Still, have windblow and I just remember her on days that she is still alive... Not my ideal job but I was responsible,mature and have heart on her.... But not really my ideal job... I'm a good person,angels!

I finished B.S. Biology ( De La Salle ) and had a lot of work experience on different industry and being tried to be a caregiver is one of the hellish experience that I had... But I have the mature mind and heart and being responsible on the job that I took...

Life is a learning maze and journey!

You will never be forgotten... I will miss you Mommy Linda,for all our sweet and hard days and for all your poops... You will never be forgotten!

Hahaha am I not mature enough??? For people who tried to kill me....Thank You!

Barbie is a good person and can kill with principle!!!

I'm a good person!

2:03 pm

This Aunt Teresa is weird... Is this Uncle DD??? She didn't know me angels!!! Probably,this is Uncle DD... Bad Blood people!

2:09 pm

I can kill even my own family if they have bad blood, it is just that I need a consistent job...

It sounds Uncle DD.... hmm..

3:21 pm

Bad blood people!

I need to keep a job angels... I'm self-pitying if I can't keep a job coz my family can't give me a rightful assistance... I feel bitterish!

This gay will move forward,it feels like I wanna kill the bad blood or whoever is having a bad blood....

I need money for my future and for my needs... I feel frustrated in "vanity"...

3:39 pm

I'm done, grooming my son-dog yesterday... We did it for almost 3 hours coz I removed already all of his undercoat fur... It wasn't easy....I will bring him to the grooming shop supposed to be this 30th but I'm out of budget coz I bought him his medicines and energy powder coz John had his heavy diarrhea last 27th- 28th.... Thank God, I got some money from my loan on "Tala"....

The energy powder are effective... He got 2 different kinds of powder just for animals not for human being take note!

Coz last 27th John was super down until 28th he was very weak and he lost body weight... I worried so much!

I'm self-pitying....I wanna have some life... I want to have some vanity as well and join dog show...

While, Kaede ( one of my workmates now ) expenses for his cosplay is always 5k pesoses and up... I envy him,angels...

9:27 pm

I will never have a guilty emotion if Aunt Teresa will die or Uncle DD sometimes even my biological mother or this big question mark Uncle Jun plus Eusebio's family and other plastics siblings coz they wanted Burger coz originally they all have same skin...

I just need a job for me to survive and to survive in this house my expenses... I hate being low and cheap... I mean a family should have stability!

They are in unity again angels, removing my dignity,pride and self-esteem and my confidence. Just like other people... Aunt Teresa doesn'r really know me that much.. She is just trying to define me but she doesn't know me at all, how good I'am, that I'm a good person but I'm not perfect...

My heart is still in purity though being good and religious it doesn't mean perfection on kindness...

What is the great secret of DD and Teresa???

Did DD can access Teresa's account??? It is really a question mark! But there is a possibility...

9:40 pm

About Ely my friend here in this village and I still owe him some amount of money... But he is really a good friend.

Late afternoon, I just gave him an uncooked pasta, I said coz we have so many pack of pasta but we don't have a sauce... But the real meaning I just want him to appreciate the saying "thought that counts"... What I really mean is I want his entire family to have a "long life".

Yeah! We have some packs of pasta and it is too much here to keep and we don't have sauce... Hmmm... I think we have 1 sauce but having too many packs of pasta, I think it needs to be cooked...

I even told Ely, Ely I'm not putting you down... I just want you to have this uncooked pasta, sorry we don't have extra sauce but I want his family to have a "long life".

9:56 pm

Remember angels the story about the 2 mother and a child, the King was trying to figure out who is really the real mother but in my case they are all fake here...

Now, I'm the Queen, I can tell if the person is real or not... As a Queen I can figure out the mother or father of a particular child!

10:23 pm

I feel self-pity in this family, they remove my self-esteem one of the reasons men doesn't like me... Those rightful one... I'm having chest pain but I hope God will extend my life...

That's why men doesn't like me, men that I wanted coz of my family the way they define me... I feel jealous and frustrated and super hurt and super self-pity....But I have to move on...

I always feel ugly and fat here... I'm having chest pain!

So,sad Peaches/Peachy/ Peach...

They don't love me, my family doesn't love me the way I wanted them to lift me up... Supposed to be my success will start from the family, my backbone... It didn't work out the way...

I feel jealous even on my old friends! Missing old friends!!! COZ MY OLD FRIEND'S FAMILIES ARE BECOMING PERFECT AND I DON'T WANNA SEE THEM ANYMORE,ANGELS... I will just feel low and my friend's families are perfect mine is super ugly!!!

I'm having chest pain...Whew! I feel bad... I'm Broke,angels...

[nana1000night]

Unholy thought

Just look at this Stevie!

Warnings:SMUT, Maybe fluff but Smut!!! Stop reading when you feel uncomfortable. Insecure reader, jealous

You can tell the air is tense when you refuse to go to the gala with him.

He wants to show you to the world, or he just want to humiliate you in front of public.

“Why? It's the party you've craved so long, so why don't you want to go?”

Because I don't want to see you checked out Peggy Carter, a married woman but I know she'd be your red rose forever.

“Not really, I want to but I suddenly sick of this. I don't like crowd people.”

Standing in front of him, you suddenly feel like you're an unmatured teenage. Or that's actually what he thinks you are?

His jaw clenched, and he acrosses his arms in front of his chest. He leans back to the couch.

His steel blue eyes looks down at you, disappointed.

Your sights shift down to your feet and try your best to hold back your sobbing and tears.

It's been a long time, long enough that you forgot since when you would hide your emotions from him.

You don't think he wants to be your safe house anymore.

A gentle knock on the door startles you, Nat calls you two prepared and ready to go.

“She won't come tonight, she want to stay in compound.”

Steve stood up and pass you two, he doesn't slow down his pace. He seems like excited and rushed to meet her.

Nat raises her eyebrows but she doesn't say anything when she sees your face. The bitterness in your eyes stings her.

“Maybe you two need some time to reveal your own thoughts to eachother. I will keep an eye on him if he did something wrong.”

You bid with a weak smile

“Thank you, Nat.”

It's been a while since you're the only one who left, or that's you thought. So when you bump into a girl in the kitchen, you mearly screamed.

“Who are you?...ugh..Bunny? Why are you here?”

The girl seems like you, ABANDONED

“Ow, hey, I don't want to go to the gala, either. Bucky has already have a partner to go with him, and I don't want to recreate my trauma again.”

She offers you a tender smile and that somehow break your heart.

“Then what do you want to do when they're out?”

Bunny takes a black card out and smiles mischievous

“Well, I have some friends who runs the bar which is not far from the compound. And I've order a room so we can just drink and have fun.”

You hesitate for several seconds

“Oh, Coco and Bubble would come too. You know they also have the similar issues like us.”

In the gala

Steve sips his cocktail and looks bored, he wishes he could go home early and cuddle with his Sweetheart.

Think of that... He feels something went wrong about him and sweetheart.

Her smile are smitten, faded away like time has stolen it from her, from him

And when the last time they cuddle with eachother?

When was the last time he send a sketch under her room door and making her giggle?

When was the last time he hold her hand and dance with her?

The most important, since when Sweetheart would hide her tears from him even in front of him?

“Oh shit...” Steve frowned, he's done for tonight, this gals has no reason to stay.

“Hey, Punk! Where're you going?”

Bucky called him when Steve walking towards the exit.

“Find my gal, jerk! I'm done!”

Bucky made a face and shrugged, Nat and Sam stared at him

“What?”

“Why are you still here?” Sam quirked his brows and Nat drank her drinks.

“Why would I go after him? I'm not that clingy.”

Bucky scoffed before he took another Brandywine.

“You didn't notice anything, did you? That's why you're so careless.” Nat shook her head and left to find Yelena.

“What does her means?”

“She means you're spoiled by Bunny and you'd lose her if you keep wasting her love.” Sam acrossed his arms and watched the eyes darken when Bucky heard that.

“Explain it.” Bucky shoot him a glare, his shoulders tense.

“Do you see the man standing beside Yelena?”

Bucky looked at the man who somehow looks similar to himself. He had heard his name, Nick Fowler, the spy under Russia and now running a bar.

“Yeah?”

“Last time when you abandoned Bunny, this guy came to us and, I just know that he and Bunny are childhood friend.”

Bucky had some bad feelings.

“What are you trying to say? I trust my Bunny.”

Sam snorted, “I know, but you're the one who would break the trust if you keep neglect her.”

“I am not.”

“Yeah? So why you chose the new blonde woman and let Bunny has her own fun in Fowler's bar?”

“She what!?”

“Not only her, Wilson. Sweetheart, Bubble and Coco would come to my place.” The new voice made Bucky snapped his head to Nick.

“She just send me the message and I said I'll meet them there.” Nick smirked

Bucky narrowed his eyes before he turned around and left.

“He's such an idiot.”

“Bunny spoiled him and let's why I have to teach him a lesson.” Nick drank before his stares gawked at the one who's talking with Carol and Pepper.

He came to behind of the woman and hug her from behind. His head rested on her shoulder and he left a feather kiss on her soft skin.

“Солнце(Sunshine), I miss you.”

“We just separate for 30 minutes, Nick.”

“And that makes me crazy, especially when I have to remind the Sergeant.”

“He makes me thinking of you, the past you.”

Nick tighten his hugs and nuzzled.

“I am sorry for being so careless about you, and I regret it because I wasted so much time when you would lay in my arms.”

“You're making up for me, so I forgive you, Nick.”

[after-witch]

What do you think about Empty Smiles? I heard a lot of people say the ending was rushed.

Also, is this the final final of the smiling man?

I have a lot of thoughts about Empty Smiles! So I actually had a WIP post with my thoughts in my drafts that I forgot about, I'm going to rework that here for an answer.

Short, non-spoilery answer: Yes, the ending is very abrupt, to a frustrating degree. If you check on Goodreads, almost every review mentions this, it's definitely not just me.

As for "is this the final final," Arden did say she was toying with the idea of writing a middle grade historical fiction where the Smiling Man plays a role. So she may not be done with him! I would love it if she did that. I have endless WIPs where it's just "historical setting reader + Smiling Man."

under the read more: loooong thoughts (criticisms & otherwise) about Empty Smiles, SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS for Empty Smiles by Katherine Arden.

First, the criticisms, because that's the juicy part right?

This book was too short. It really needed an extra 15-20 pages. The resolution is shockingly abrupt and doesn’t feel climatic at all. I literally had to go back and reread, because I thought I’d somehow skipped pages. I mean, I guess the resolutions in the previous 3 books were fairly abrupt as well... but since this was the last book, I expected something more drawn out and not as easy as "Okay we literally just walk and key #2 appears with no work or effort, then we're outside and we have key #3 and leave." There needed to be something more.

I don’t understand why the last two books were so short compared to the first two. Is it a publisher thing, maybe? Them wanting shorter books for middle grade consumption, instead of longer books which may be more YA? The library assistant in me says yes, but it is a theory only. I would hope it wasn't because Arden just gave up and didn't know how to end it.

Also the publisher does know how stupid it is for Empty Smiles to have excerpts of books 1-3 in the back, right? Who is reading book #4 but not book 1-3 first?? It's just to pad the book's physical copy out so that it doesn't look too slim on the shelves, and it's a cheap trick.

What else... so Phil is now part of the group but with how short this book is, you don’t get a solid sense of the new dynamic. They kind of wove Phil feeling left out in there (Phil is like, jealous that the evil clowns don’t ransack his house, lol, oh Phil) but it was a little flat.

Nmmm. Now for something a bit frustrating to admit. So I love all the Smiling Man, I’m over the moon about it, y'all know that for sure.

But I feel like the Smiling Man in this book is quite different from the Smiling Man in the first and second books in some respects. Why doesn’t he want to kill Ollie now? He was legit ready to doom her to die behind the mirror, to spend her eternity in a frozen hellscape either sleeping at best or chased by a creepy old hag monster ghost at worst, in book #2. He dug a knife into her heart, figuratively, when she told him about her mom dying.

It’s like he went from Book #2 “yeah I want you to die and suffer, watching you get dragged away to your damnation is so funny I'm actually crying, you thought you could best me, girl??” and #3 "literally trying to kill you guys, KILLED PHIL'S UNCLE" to being softer with her, no gloating, almost protective in some ways, for Book #4.

And mind you, he IS mean in this one. He really is. He shows Ollie a fantasy of her dad & Coco’s mom & Coco without her, trying to pressure her into agreeing to stay with him forever, and what he says to her is just so horribly awful and cruel. And he says terrible things to Coco (saying she’d look lovely as a transformed doll--lovely and quiet) and is delighted by the tortured ghosts of people who died, tormented, in a mental hospital.

He doesn’t care that the carnival has countless people trapped, and he tries to gift Ollie a doll that is a literal human being transformed into a toy. There’s a fucking... box... of broken “doll parts” (aka, literal human beings who are just?? broken?? pieces now jfc) and he doesn’t care that Ollie is horrified by it.

But there's this significant shift with his overall personal dynamic with Ollie. It’s like... he doesn’t care that she beat him anymore. That was the game the entire time. She beat him, and it really, really pissed him off, and he wants to get her (and by extension, Coco & Brian) back. So now he has her and it’s like... eh, whatever.

We get perspective from Ollie as to why her perception of him changes because they are constantly interacting and he is cordial and even funny sometimes, but we never see it from his side. We can’t, not without a chapter from his perspective. I honestly wish that Arden had been like, okay fuck it, and done a chapter from his perspective just before the final chapter. Maybe that would have helped. Because as it is, I am confused. 

I think this ties into why we needed to see Ollie make the deal in book #3, because I think that moment is what shifted the dynamic. He beat her. He finally beat her. We need to see that to get a resolution of their original dynamic, and to introduce the new one. But we don't, and so it's jarring.

And like... I find it fascinating, and I love it, and I lost my mind at him giving her soup and medicine and bandaging her hand and asking her to stay. But I have to personally fill in the gaps of why he's not acting so gleefully horrid over having beat her, and I shouldn't have to do that.

Also, loose ends, loose ends. What happened to the cat and the hound? Why is this carnival suddenly so important to the Smiling man? I'm sad that the cat & hound servants present in book 1, critical components of the Smiling Man when he’s in his element, don't appear at all. Especially the hound. He seemed quite kind to Ollie in the end, whispering gently that if she ever needed him, to call his name. Would have been a neat thing if she'd remembered, and called him. Maybe he could have given us some of the Smiling Man’s perspective that would have made his shift towards Ollie more understandable and sensible. 

For the positives.

Oh gosh, there's so much smiling man. There's SO MUCH. And we get a new facet of his personality, him 'at ease,' which is truly delightful. He randomly trips and horrifies a teenager. Why?? Just to fuck with them. He's surrounded by transformed humans who live terrifying existences as dolls that are literally given away to people who take them home as prizes, and he doesn’t care at best, finds it amusing at worst. Wonderful.

The way he interactions with everyone is just delightful. The way Tim describes him as "nice," but still refusing to let Tim see his sister; the way he's cooly cruel with Ollie and Coco sometimes, the way he gets frustrated with Coco ("Save me from stubborn girls" that line killed me and sent me straight up) and tells people to mind their manners and just... it's a smorgasbord of smiling man in his element. 

And the lore and backstory we get? I love it. It’s tantalizing, while leaving a lot open for interpretation. Especially when we get into the notion of the smiling man being “alone.” I can’t help but think of what someone else wrote about him on here, essentially saying that narratively, he is the :no one else to turn to,” he is Alone, personified, for people who think they have nothing else that they can do, nowhere they can go, no one they can turn to get what they want (whether they do or not). And for him to potentially in some ways, feel alone, and be alone, is very fascinating to me. 

And the little things, here and there. The train car being already decked out with furniture and such, and having old clothes in the drawer. Who was there before? How many were there before? Were there others, are there others? Tucked away here and there, perhaps agreeing to stay, perhaps not, and finding themselves trapped (into scarecrows, into dolls, into mirrors) when they aren’t able to escape like Ollie? 

I also love, on a non-smiling man related note, the closeness of the kid characters and the bond that they’ve developed. The end bit where Coco and Ollie agree that they’re sisters was heartwarming. I also love the involvement of the adults although apparently I’m in a minority on that one. I loved that it was realistic. I loved that, with Ollie’s dad, he wants to believe... feels compelled, deep down, and Arden keeps the detail going of him looking at the scar on his hand (from the snake in book #3) when the subject of Ollie comes up. Like some part of him knows, despite the smiling man’s magic.

Overall, I really did like it. The ending is not great/too abrupt, and I feel like we really did need that scene of the smiling man “winning” over Ollie from Dark Waters to truly bridge the characterization gap--but I love how much more Smiling Man we got, and I love that we got to see him basically be himself instead of in hiding for a good chunk of the story.

Oh, and... the Smiling Man wears Led Zeppelin and Grateful Dead band t-shirts to his carnival. I mean, the man knows how to dress. 

[emlovesstates]

Nobody asked for this, but

Somebody did ask for more of the Dakotas thing

—-

Montana has joined the group

Montana: they're doing it again

NM: who?

Montana : the Dakotas

Cal: put that mask on

Wyoming : yeah what he said

Montana has changed his name to Monty

Monty: Oh yeah I forgot about that

Monty: does anyone know where it is?

Wyoming:check your closet

Arizona has joined the chat

Arizona: Valentine's Day is coming up has California decided to start dating

Cal: I already have a valentine. Her name is DJ.

Ari: that doesn't count

Oregon : yes, it does You know Valentine's Day is also about family too. Not just dating.

Utah: besides she's only 10 years old. She doesn't have a valentine because she's too young.

Cal: yeah, and we making her Valentine's Day box

Coco: oh, can I help?

Cal: yes

Coco: cool

Washington has joined the chat

Washington: guys I need help

Oregon: with what?

Washington: I kind of pissed off, one of the northeast states

New Mexico: why the fuck would you do that

Utah: language

New Mexico: I'm typing

Cal: wash who did you piss off?

Washington: New York

Nevada: Welp nice knowing ya

Oregon: will make sure you have a beautiful funeral

Coco: I will see you again

Cal: i'll be taking stuff from your closet

Idaho: if you die, can I have your land

Washington: NO

Idaho:Why not?

Monty: can we get back to my problem?

Cal: yeah, sure

Wyoming: have you checked your closet?

Cal: you could also spray them with a hose if you want to

Washington : Idaho, you are not allowed to take my land if I die, but New York is getting closer Cal I'm coming to your room I'm gonna need you to lock the door when I get in.

Cal: what? No I'm dealing with Montana's problem not yours have Oregon protect you

Oregon: why do I have to do it

CA: Cause I'm busy

Washington: I don't care who helps me. I just need help. He has a baseball bat.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nevada: like I said, before, nice knowing ya

Monty: California do you really think spraying them with a hose will make them leave me alone

Cal: no, but Wyoming's right you should check your closet for the mask

Arizona: California you should start dating

California:NO we are not doing this again

NM: it looks like we are

Hawaii: if you need a babysitter, while you go on your first date since DJs mother

Cal: no, I don't want to date ANYONE!!

Montana: I need help I can't find

Cal: I'm on my way

California has left the chat

Montana has left the chat

Colorado: so we're just gonna assume Washington's dead, right

Oregon: yeah

Idaho: yes

Nevada: yep

Arizona : yep

NM: sure thing

Utah: well, I hope he’s not dead

Wyoming : he hasn’t responded in a few minutes. I’m pretty sure New York has caught him by now.

Hawaii: we should start planning his funeral

Alaska : I hear him screaming

Utah: oh, thank the Lord he’s alive

Alaska: it went quiet I think he’s dead

Utah:nooooo

Colorado: in the arms of the angels[Strums a guitar]

New Mexico: that’s a good place to end this

[suenitos]

novito it really is. That Bad. like the city is named terremoto 😭😭😭 hablando más en serio realmente está sumamente encausada en estereotipos but it doesn't really work because it uses ALL latinoamerican cultures; pretending latam is just A Conglomerate of One culture is harmful for the representation of the community, and it does not only missrepresent but reproduce annoying stereotypes. the problem is honestly a lack of self awareness and the reiteration of latam as Just One Culture instead of a sea of very unique and interesting cultures. it's really annoying that with the resources and posibilities disney has, theyve settled for such a missrepresentative and honestly lazy product <- opinion as latino from there yknow . like i dont doubt some of the Magnitude of the response from twitter is from itbeign twitter but it Is really bad . Also sowrry for the bible and feel free to not respond or post LMAO

thank you for your perspective nunkito. OH fuck i forgot about the terremoto thing yeah that's bad. i do agree with the conglomeration thing FOR SURE thats what always annoys me about latino rep in general. i also forgot to mention that people compared this concept to the casagrandes/loud house which, to be fair, that show doesn't have a monopoly on large families but in general i understand that people are tired of seeing similar stories like that where latino = huge family and want more diversity in represented latino families to AVOID those stereotypes. it definitely presents a specific idea of what we are to non-latino people which really sucks if you dont fit into that from all angles. the lack of cultural specificity is always an issue with these projects and in the us i still think the common generalization is latino = mexican which is telling and why we NEED those cultural distinctions i do agree.

the product itself im not super offended by but the greater process behind it is a huge issue i wish the social media outrage articulated more because on its own it just looks like a hate mob. but nuance doesnt exist and neither does tone on the internet :/ which sucks.

also the fact that there doesnt seem to be many latino voices BEHIND the project to LEND that specificity and cultural awareness for a specific nationality/culture to be represented is really unfortunate and that's what a lot of people were at least implying too. im a bit on the fence because on one hand why are we trusting DISNEY with presenting accurate rep but at the same time they gave incredible projects like encanto coco and the owl house so how do we make sure we get people who know wtf theyre talking about to lead and produce these projects and infiltrate the anglo ass system. its just............. rghghghghghhhhh. its not like im completely ecstatic that it exists but im also more miffed that the energy is going so strongly to this over literally anything else going on affecting us. maybe thats also algorithmic bias bringing that outrage to me though.. life is hell.

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

❛ KEEPING UP WITH THE ARIZAS ❜

A serie with Michael ‘Riz’ Ariza.

Summary of chapter nine, “The fight”: this one is based on seven years ago, a continuation of chapter seven, ‘The first date: the first attempt’.

Warnings: none.

Word count: about 1.4k

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: @fromthesixteenthfloor

Masterlist.

One month hiding in the ranch, that was consuming you down. Declining Riz's calls, and every incoming call from any Mayan. Your father told them that you were busy with final exams, but your excuses ran out when the summer came and you finished college. Coco wrote you a hundred texts asking you to come to the clubhouse, because he was being full patched and that he wanted to celebrate it with you. And you wish you could find a pretext to avoid it, but you had to face reality. You were broken after your father's words about that Riz would never notice you as more than his best friend's kid, and you have to start to live with that. You didn't care much about your outfit, simply wearing a pair of high-waist shorts, a crop top and a pair of sneakers. You were just to have some quick beers, that was all, before coming back to your misery.

The crew received you between teases and jokes, hugs and kisses. Coco was pretty excited showing you the new patches on the back of his leather kutte, touring them with your fingertips. Until you watched Riz fighting against the other prospect inside the ring. For a moment, you greeted Angel for kicking his ass, just because he didn't feel the way you were feeling. But you actually weren't enjoying seeing your best friend wrestling with the man you loved. Coming closer to the ring, you placed yourself by your father's side, who were telling you that he was sorry the whole time since that night.

Even if you wanted to see the fight, some bitches behind you were making improper comments about the older, that they were making boil your blood. You had to count till thirteen, knowing that they weren't about to stop and that you had so much shit contained on your chest. Everything happened faster than you can remember today. Turning around, your right fist went straight to the nose of the one who was laughing, feeling some creaks under your knuckles before the blood began to stain your skin. You were grabbing her by her dress with the other fingers. Hitting her once and again, until your father held you away and the combat inside the ring was overshadowed for your own one. Hearing Riz's voice claiming for your attention and cupping your chin on a bloody big hand, you came back to reality barely breathing. Watching the girl crying and complaining lying down on the floor and everyone around you looking at you in holy silence, you reacted. Pushing away both men and with a strong pain shaking your right knuckles, you ran away from there. Not because of the retaliations, but because you were ashamed like never before. Probably you pushed Riz into that girl. That's what they do. They talk shit about a man, then play the victim card and get a ride. After that, they can say proudly they fucked a Mayan, which gives them some kind of respect that you don't understand.

It cost you too much to drive your bike back to the ranch, knowing that you were fucked if you tried to press the brake. But even so, you speeded up when you found Riz following you through the road. He was the last one you wanted to see at that point of your life. For a moment you felt like a fugitive, throwing your bike to the ground in front of the porch, and running into it trying to find the keys to open the door. And when you finally got them, your shaky and afflicted fingers let them fall over the wooden floor. It was too late to continue avoiding him, turning you around by a hand on your forearm, unlocking you between the red walls and his body. He seemed furious, breathing angrily and frowning. And you were shivering under him.

“What the fuck are you doin'?”

“Lemme' go, Ariza. Or I will punch you too”.

“Not till you tell me what the hell is wrong with you?” Gulping, you put your gaze away about to cry. “One month without seeing you, without nothing shit 'bout you. And from nowhere, you came back and started a fight, because of what? Ah?”

You don't reply, making him nod in silence for a second.

“You're a fuckin' child”. He just said before pulling away himself.

And that was the lit that made you burn again.

“I'm not a fucking child!” You yelled at the man, pushing his back once and again with both hands, without caring about the pain in the right. “This is your fucking fault!”

“My fault?! Oh, good God, give me patience…” He laughs bitterly turning at you. “I didn't do a shit, what the fuck are you talking 'bout now, (Y/N)”.

“That's the problem! You don't do a shit! You don't feel a shit! Nothing!”

“Seriously, the fuck is wrong with you?”

“I'm in love with you, puto pendejo!”

You couldn't believe that you finally said it. Shocking him, who couldn't believe it either. Twisting his neck like a confused dog, he took a step away. You were already crying, grabbing your keys from the floor about to open the door, but he stopped you again.

“Was that… why you weren' coming to the club, or because you weren' answering my calls? Because you're in love with me?”. He asked taking you off the keys and keeping them in a pocket of his kutte. “That shit will pass in… I don' know, some months, but that's no—”.

“That shit, how you called it, it's been inside me for the last five years”. You sobbed, feeling more fucked than never, pointing your chest. “I was trying to show you… that I'm not a fucking child… I started to work while finishing college. I… I… wanted to tell you but… Fuck, it doesn't matter”.

Cleaning your tears, you let your back run down the wall until sitting, curling your legs and surrounding them with both arms. Your cry got louder, pressing your palms against your eyes, hoping he just left you there. Alone. But he didn't, squatting next to you and trying to hold your wrists.

“Fuckin' leave me, Riz…” You begged shaking your arms, even if you knew that a simple touch from him could make you fall again.

“Let me take care of your hand, okay…? Then, I will leave, if it is what you want”.

“I want you to leave now. I can… take care of my own wounds”.

The man nodded with pursed lips, giving you back your keys before getting up, and walking towards his motorbike. But he confused you when you saw him taking off his gun behind the kutte. And when he shot both tires, jumping away before the bike fell down losing its balance. Standing up on the porch, you raised both eyebrows freaking out.

“Do you want me to break my phone, to use yours to call the crane?”

Swallowing, you shook your head in silence.

“Good, 'cause it's gonna cost me about three hundred bucks. The fucking things I do for love…” He muttered that last sentence, but you could hear it.

“You what?” You asked, cleaning your tears with your shirt, seeing him coming back.

“Open the door”.

“What you said, Riz?”

“I fuckin' love you too. You're smart, kind, caring, lovely… fucking… breathtaking. I don' even know if… that's a fucking word. But the point is that your father is my best friend, my br—”.

“He already knows it”.

“Sorry, what…?”

“But he just said that… if I talked to you about my feelings, you were gonna laugh”.

“Nah, I'm gonna get his daughter and make him regret any shit he told you, making you feel like a shit”.

That made you chuckle, before letting him hug you with both arms, kissing your forehead.

“Okay, miss independence, will you lemme take care of your hand?” You nod before offering him the keys back. “I will need you to practice your studies too”.

“Yeah, you just wan' me because I'll be a doctor…”

“I forgot to say that part”. He laughed, finally opening the main door.

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[1d1195]

I tend to keep a lot of my "vulnerable" feelings a bit bottled up lol BUT I am working on that lol I of course appreciate you sooo much! Even before I claimed the 💜emoji, I HEAVILY related to your MC's like there were so many similarities in their personality and struggles that for a second got a little TOO REAL lol And to know you put alot of yourself into your stories and characters it felt nice to know that I wasn't alone in feeling like that. Sometimes it feels like something is so wrong with me when it gets tough so knowing that my feelings aren't so strange made/makes me feel alright :) idk if any of that made sense lol

omg don't even get me started when parents trauma dump 😭 idk if i mentioned this before or not but Im first gen Mexican American so literally Mexican parents/elders will literally tell you the most TRAUMATZING stories/experiences then go to say shit like "it's okay, thank god we are better now😁" LIKE HELLO!? WE NEED TO UNPACK THAT?!

I often think if I would be "happier" if I had just chosen a semester school bc I despise this horrid system lol But youre so kind, you have no idea😭

OMG YOU THINK I HAVE A SOCIAL LIFE??? thats crazy bc I feel like mine isn't too crazy or fun lol I have a small core group of friends but the majority of them aren't in school and the friends I do have in college i feel like I rarely seem them due to all of us being so busy lol But ngl i do love going to the free events there like concerts and drag shows WHICH ARE MY FAVE!!! but even then hanging out can sometimes be a little draining for me but once again Im trying to work on that lol.

But bestie you graduated early?! That's really cool! And that is such a big accomplishment! And I can't blame you for wanting your Friends moment like who wouldn't want that?! I wanted a cute little college romance but instead Im over hear falling for my professor lol OH i forgot to mention I have a cute TA in one of my psyc classes so Im saying sorry in advance for how annoying I will be about him 😔

AH you know I love you Sam! You seriously are someone I look forward to chatting with!-💜

I totally get the bottling your feelings up. I think Tulips is most like that. She has some issues (she, being me). I'm glad feeling relatable was a comfort for you. I know it's a comfort for me and I think one of the NICEST things about writing on here is that there are actually many people share the same feelings as me (us). Way more than I thought. It's kind of isolating day-to-day so it's nice to know it doesn't have to be.

HEY RANDOM!!! do you know your Myer's Brigg Personality? I am a HUGE personality test taker. Those buzzfeed ones that were like "What toaster are you?" literally obsessed. or the soldier, poet, king test? Any of them! I love them. It might be a little confirmation bias-y in my own personality but I don't care; I love them. HAHAHAHHAHA I did one for a job years ago I would have to dig it out to remember what the actual test was but i think it was like your big 5 qualities in the work place. Anyway, it made me think of more ways we could be similar (I'm an INFJ - (T) but if I use my teacher persona I can be convinced to be an ENFJ --but I'm a major introvert at heart obvi)

My mom and I are very similar. My bf has some pretty convincing theories about how my mom used to be like my sister and then turned into me when she had kids because she had to be responsible. So her trauma dumping often includes a lot of regrets and worries. You've mentioned your Mexican-American heritage before and I've seen a lot in the media (I know it's not exactly the same and probs also childish of me to rely on Disney for media but Encanto and Coco I feel like were semi-good examples--please don't think the worst of me if you disagree) Encanto especially--Grandma has some things to talk through. That's a lot to unload on you (or anyone!). Again, nice to know it's relatable even if it's sad sometimes. At least I'm not alone! 💕

UGH I can't wait to write TA Harry 😍 You could NEVER be annoying. I want the play-by-play PLEASE it will be the best inspo and I need to live vicariously!!! I've never been to a drag show but definitely on the list of things I'd like to attend! I fall into the latter part of your sentence there. I refrain from doing a lot of things because I'm already so busy on a regular day I don't want to do anything that will require energy when I don't need to use it HAHAHAHA

You're so sweet, thank you. At the time graduating early felt like a really big deal. Now I feel like it doesn't mean much. I guess it saved me some money right? There isn't much I won't do for a coupon 😂

Love you! Hope your week is being good to you!

xoxo

[sleepyxdarling]

Tastes of Christmas (allied forces x reader)

I know..I'm super late..hhh.

I kinda prayed to get at least one request by now since I'm starting to run low on ideas..gonna have to find ideas somehow lol

Triggers:bad writing cause I haven't watched hetalia in a loooong time, sprinkles of nsfw

Francis bonnefoy was a busy man but always made time for his sweet rose petal. They were everything to him and he was a loyal man despite what others thought.

Francis was quite busy though with his popular restaurant but he knew his darling understood since they had their own passions and joys. Christmas was extra busy so he told his baby that he would come home late and to wait for him.

That plan didn't sit right with you so you decided to surprise Francis but dressing up in a sexy santa outfit and going to the restaurant. You made sure the outfit was sexy but still presentable in public.

When you walked inside the restaurant the sight infront of you filled you with anger.

"Francis bonnefoy! You pig!" Your tone of anger made the French man tense up and he felt a million shivers go through his body. A female customer had clung to to him with her breasts pressed against his chest. He had gotten situations like this before since he is a very sexy man after all.

"r..rose petal! Y...you...look amazing! This isn't what it looks like by the way!" His tone was full of fear cause if there one thing Francis hated it was upsetting you. He worshipped you like a God/goddess and to upset you was not tolerated.

He saw your eyes brim with angry tears and he ripped the girl off of him before walking towards you only for you to storm off outside. Francis of course ran after you and grabbed your arm to hold you still..he felt his heart shattering at the sight of your tears.

"its not like that and you know it..." His soft tone made you melt a little and you knew Francis was loyal. You were pulled into his arms and he allowed you to cry if you needed to. "You're too handsome...why can't you be ugly?" Your pouting tone made the blonde chuckle before he forced you to look ay him and he leaned in for a kiss.

You turned your head away and gave a slight pout which made him let out a frustrated whine. "S'il te plait, embrasse-moi.." his begging tone plus him speaking in his native language made you give in so you gave him a soft kiss.

He lets out a surprised noise of pleasure and he pulled back before looking at you in shock before it turned into amusement "your lips..taste like gingerbread. Did you eat the gingerbread house we made together?" His hands were locked around your waist so you couldn't escape and you gave a nervous laugh.

Francis chuckles and leaned in for another kiss "naughty..I have to punish you. Go home and wait for me.. I'll be there in 30 minutes to give you a punishment" he whispers in your ear and turned you around letting you go but gave your ass a firm slap which led you to let out a squeak.

"be prepared little rose petal"

You were definitely not prepared for the hours of love making that happened when he came home.

S'il te plait, embrasse-moi..=please kiss me

Who told you this was a good idea...?

Your loving boyfriend was out at the store cause of a lie you told him about needing apple pie Oreos..you weren't even sure they existed. You wanted to make mooncakes since it was a festive Chinese dessert.

You found a recipe online but it wasn't going well at all. You managed to make... something. It didn't look as pretty as the pictures infact it looked like something a toddler would make.

You heard the door open as you stare at your creation in shame.

"lotus! I'm back! I didn't find the Oreos you wanted so I brought other flavors ins- what's wrong aru?" Yao's worried voice came closer as he placed the bags on the table and hugged you from behind.

You gave a long sigh and glanced back at the worried guy "I wanted to make mooncakes for you..but it didn't go well" you mumbled out and yao simply grabbed a piece before taking a bite and shudders at the taste..it was far too sweet. He shoved the rest of it in his mouth before giving a gulp "delicious aru!"

You were shocked and faced him before wrapping your arms around him "you're going to get sick.." you mumbled sadly and yao simply shook his head before giving a smile "you are so sweet my lotus! Trying to make something so special for me" he cheers out before giving you a quick peck on the lips.

"I still don't understand the whole Christmas thing but how about we do something special aru?" China mumbled before giving you a longer kiss.

You cringed at the taste of the crappy mooncake and you shoved his face aside "after you brush your teeth and I throw these out..next time I'll stick to cookies.."

"Ivan..what are you doing?"

You watched as your boyfriend pour vodka in the pitcher of eggnog you had made for the Christmas party you were having tonight. You had left the kitchen to get ready and you came to the kitchen only to see your giant of a boyfriend pouring an entire bottle of vodka into the eggnog without a care in the world.

"ah sunflower! You forgot an ingredient so I was just adding it! This is good da?" His cute innocent tone made you nearly forget what kind of man he was. You walk up to the eggnog and poured yourself a glass before taking a sip and spitting it out as soon as it hits your tongue.

"Ivan! That's really strong!" You huff out and heard his laughing before he grabbed your cup and drank the contents of it with ease.

"[Name] it's really sweet! I think we did good da?"

"nyet! Nyet! Nyet!"

Ivan's innocent behavior broke when he heard you say no in Russian and within an instant his lips were crashing into yours with a rough and fierce kiss that you were breathless. You could taste the strong vodka on his lips as he picked you up and place on you on the counter to sit on.

"I..Ivan! Wait! Wait" your moans of protest made Ivan release a low growl. "Sunflower..when you speak my language I can't help but get excited" his husky voice made you shudder as his large hands went to your pants what he proceeded to take off roughly.

"t..the party!" You huffed out hoping people won't show up anytime soon.

"we have an hour..now say my favorite phrase.." his command made you gulp but you did as told

"Я Вас люблю́"

He released a growl and your underwear was the next to go...oh boy.

Я Вас люблю́=I love you

The smell of tea and peppermint filled the house as you and Arthur drank tea and ate peppermint bark. You knew Arthur wanted his peace and you respected that but it was nearing Christmas and you wanted some attention. You glanced at the male who was invested in his book more than you which bugged you.

"Artie..?"

"yes darling?"

HE WASNT EVEN LOOKING AT YOU!

You glared at him and got up before you marched off. You were determined to get his attention no matter what and Arthur knew this. Behind his book he had a slight smirk since he truly adored how stubborn you were..it made you fun. The sounds of music soon glared through the house and the song take my hand by simple plan played through the house.

Arthur adored rock music..you knew this and he knew you knew so he was curious as to your plan. He soon heard shuffling before he picked his head up and nearly choked when he saw you were wearing only his shirt while dancing around the living room while eating peppermint bark.

Arthur couldn't help but stare at you like you grew a second head. It doesn't take much to sway the British man when it comes to you so it didn't take long for him to grab your hand softly and pull you close.

Arthur leaned forward and bit the peppermint bark that you held with your mouth. He gulped and watched you eat the rest of it before he gave you a sweet kiss on the lips that was short but nice.

"well...you have my attention..so what did you so urgently want darling?"

Alfred was a man who was loud in every way possible. During Christmas that was even more so. He had hosted a Christmas party and invited quite the number of people.

The music,drinks, food and fun was great but Alfred got drunk from eggnog pretty quickly and you had to take care of him.

"Alfred sit down! Drink some Coco! Do something else! Don't dance on the table"

"don't tell me what to do mom!"

You were pretty fed up with his boy and the others took pity on you for this wild child. You decided to go into the kitchen and drink some hot chocolate to calm down and think of a plan B but it wasn't long til a clingy Alfred followed you and clung to you.

[naaaammme]! Pay attention to me! Give me love!" His whining made you laugh a little and you figured it was time for the others to go home and everyone agreed since Alfred was a mess.

Once everyone went home you got changed..or well tried to but Alfred was refusing to leave you alone for three seconds. You were pretty annoyed but you loved him to death. You helped the male to bed but felt him yank you into bed which led you to fall ontop of him

"babe...you're drunk. Go to bed.." your soft yet firm tone make the male chuckle and he looked at you devilishly "not drunk.." he teased and you felt your eye twitch with annoyance..he faked it?!

"Alfred I swear t-" he cut you off with a kiss and his mouth tasted like eggnog which wasn't bad at all. You let out a muffled moan before pulling away

"Alfred..why did you fake it?" You mumbled out and was pretty confused with him and his motives. You heard his signature loud laugh "to get you by myself! You look so good Tonight..I got a little selfish but I think that's okay since you're my baby" he cooed out and pulled you down for another kiss while his hands worked on undoing your top

You could kill him for this later..for now you would enjoy it.

[rainwalker-dragonblade29]

"Aah... I knew you would come one of these days." Said the skeleton. "Anyways... how are things on the surface?" He closes his book- the ultimate volume of curses, sixth edition. The fireplace in front of him washes him in mellow warm orange light... making his sharp jaw look almost menacing.

"Good... good." I say nervously, looking back at the doorway. Liz wasn't there. Way to go Liz for sending me in to meet your coco style dad alone.

"Son, I can tell there's more on your mind. Do not hesitate to say it." He said. "Don't feel shy, take a seat."

"Um..." I sit in the squeaky sofa right in front of him... and now I'm caught! How do you react when a member of the walking dead stares at you right in the face. "Why didn't Liz ever mention you to me?"

"Well, my daughter isn't very secretive but you see, with my condition one really can't tell..." he said, rolling his eyes almost a if it was ironic. "Anyways, she tells me you are worthy. So I called you here for judgement myself."

"Worthy of..." I half laugh nervously.

He laughs, as if I'm a naive child. "Oh, you don't know?"

He looks hysteric, crazy... cackling in his big moldy armchair with his almost mystic sounding voice.

"I mean I gotta give it to you. You have good humor, my boy." He wipes the laughing tears.

I be smitten. This man... skeleton... is crazy. Like some old dude driven to madness and the only way he knows to cope is well... laugh.

"Sir... um..."

"Uncle. Uncle will do."

"Uncle..." Okay this will take some getting used to... "may I ask why you are like this?" I try not to quaver.

Someone of a sixth sense says Liz is cringing because I shouldn't have asked this and now her undead father will get up and shake the life out of me... but what am I seeing?

"Like what... all paranoid and hysterical?"

"No... er, like undead..." I hesitate to say.

He looks down at himself. Seeing bones in clothes. "OH that! Well what do you think? I'm cursed."

Great... the world just needed more craziness.

"Who did?"

"Life is a crazy, fuzzy little dream. I almost forgot about my bones!"

You're a living skeleton! How could you forget!? Well, needless to say, he's so into forgetting things he doesn't even answer my question. This guy just has 'the crazy old uncle in my apartment' energy and he seems proud of it for someone with no internal organs and just eyeballs loosely fitted in black sockets.

"The adventure you are going to have... it already has me on my nerves! It's so exciting! I know you're going to love it. Thinking of that just makes me forget most things!"

He does get up alright... waddling weirdly to his fireplace. One thing to say that your skeleton supports you. Well, only supports walk like rackety, break dancing, stumbling sticks held together by invisible forces.

He knocks on it twice with his hard knuckles and it swings open, revealing a pitch black tunnel that feels even more soggy and humid than his underground library.

"Go on. Everybody is waiting." He says, excited about sending me into a pitch black 'with seemingly no way out' tunnel. I'm pretty damn certain this ain't going to Narnia even if I wish it...

I turn around. Waiting for Liz.

"Oh she won't be joining you... she's on her roll to get two more members for the team."

"The what now?"

"Oh you'll see 'em on the other side." He rests his elbow, trying to keep a cool face, and nodding to me with a wide grin.

Yup... I'm doomed. The wacko dad of my girlfriend wants to send me to who knows where, and he's acting like I'll love it! Things just keep getting crazier... why did I have to propose to you Liz!

Your girlfriend wants you to meet her dad. You get a sinking feeling in your stomach when she brings you to the cemetery, only as she leads you to a crypt and you go down into the stone depths, there you find a massive library and a skeleton, seated by a fireplace, reading a book.

[im-fairly-whitty]

You know what would be kind of hilarious? If Drunk History existed inside the Coco universe and they did a segment on Ernesto de la Cruz. Except the celebrity they got just ends up roasting the guy. They tried to get Miguel but, as much as he wanted to he knew his agent and family would kill him should anything slip about the land of the dead or whatever else he'd say while under the influence. Instead he made a cameo acting appearance in a later episode.

DRUNK HISTORY: ERNESTO DE LA CRUZ THE MURDER OF HECTOR RIVERA

“Heeeeey everybody, so like today we’re gonna be talking about the…does it actually have like a title? Is it just ‘the murder of Hector Rivera’? We’re just gonna- okay, okay cool, I just think it should be cause-.”

“Heey everybody today we’re talking about the murder of Hector Rivera, which is probably one of the most ******* messed up things I’ve ever heard about if I’m being completely ****** honest, but like whatever, here we go.”

“Okay so it’s like…eighteen…no…ninteen? Nineteen like tweeeeenty? Nineteen twenty? Nineteen twenty-one! That’s it. So it’s nineteen twenty-one in Mexico and there’s these two friends right? So one of them is Hector Rivera, we’ve only got like one picture of him but he’s this tall guy, looks broad-chested, very calm looking, like typical classical composer look right? Like this guy was probably the chillest guy ever which is TOO BAD BECAUSE GUESS WHAT. HIS FRIEND IS A TOTAL ******* ****** CREEP.”

“Yeah so like for years and years we all thought De la Cruz was this angel right? ‘Cause he’s always like ‘hey everyone check it out I’m a ********* saint, I just sing and act and go around being generally ******* but no one knows that BECAUSE I SECRETLY-”

“Okay, yeah, sorry.“

“Anyway, Rivera and De la Cruz were both still poor back then, like neither of them had gotten really big yet, but from what we can tell Rivera’s already written what would end up being like ALL of De la Cruz’s biggest hits. And so they leave on the road one day…oh yeah, also Rivera was married, I don’t remember- that’s right! Imelda, Miguel Rivera’s always making sure they’re a pair isn’t he. Anyway, So Rivera kisses Imelda goodbye and is like ‘dont worry babe, see you soon’ and she’s like ‘cool, have fun, don’t get murdered ‘kay?’ and he’s like ‘pffft, yeah of course not’ and he walks off on a business trip with his bestie.”

“They get all the way to…Oaxaca? No, I think it was Mexico City…was it?”

“ANYWAY, so Rivera doesn't know that his whole business trip is basically a plan to kill him. Like De la Cuz is all ‘Nah bro, let’s just play your music and get famous right?’ but then Rivera’s like ‘Nah man, actually I just wanna go home if I’m being super real right now.’ Like, we’ve got letters and stuff where we know he wanted to go home. But then Cruz is all ‘JUST KIDDING TIME TO DIE.’”

“So we’re actually not super sure how he dies? Like when they found his body it had already been in the ground for yeaaaaars. But like his face was kinda messed up, like missing a tooth- well yeah, there was this whole forensics episode on it, didn’t you watch it? No yeah, like super cool stuff, I-”

“Anyway, so it looks like they got in a fight, and there’s rumors of like poison and stuff, so here’s what probably went down. Rivera was like ‘I’m leaving town bro, nothing you can do to stop me’ and De la Cruz is like ‘oh yeah? well you forgot I’m a ************ **** and plus I do all my own stunts!!’ and then they struggle for a bit, and Rivera was actually taller than him, but De la Cruz lands a lucky punch in Rivera’s face and it knocks him out, that’s where the face damage comes from, and then when Rivera’s out De la Cruz POISONS HIM BECAUSE HE HAS ZERO CHILL AND ALSO- OKAY- LIKE-”

“Think about it for a second, De la Cruz is jealous right? Like cool, I get it, being famous is hard, jealousy happens, BUT YOU DONT GO KILLING YOUR ******* FRIENDS OVER IT?? Also that was like literally the worst plan ever! He wanted Rivera’s songs so he killed him? He literally killed the person that was making the songs he wanted. Like, I don’t even know man, like there’s messed up and then there’s really ******* messed up. So first it was super creepy, second it was super dumb. I don’t know how everyone missed how messed up this guy was for so long, like have you ever gone back to watch his old movies and stuff? ***, gives you the chills when you know who this guy actually was.”

“Anyway, Rivera’s dead, biggest shame of the century if you ask me, real cryin shame we didn’t get to know him, probably a golden artist snuffed out right then, WE’LL NEVER KNOW. And De la Cruz maybe leaves him in the streets like a ******* coward, whatever happens next Rivera end up in a pauper’s grave near a convent on the edge of town and he stays there for the next few decades until his great-great-grandson Miguel finally digs up all his old letters and launches the Rivera scandal investigation we’ve all been hearing about for the last few years right?”

“That *** ** * **** De la Cruz went on to get famous off his dead amigo’s work, just, so messed up, and had all the fame and riches and **** he ever wanted. The Riveras are getting it all straightened out right now but it’s still such a shame you know? LIke who knows what we could have had otherwise and that sleaze totally got away with it his whole life.”

“Like I don’t know if there’s really heaven and hell you know? Like I’m not super religious or whatever, but like if there’s anyone who needs to end up in the deepest part of Hell it’s gotta be this guy. One hundred percent deserves it, I hope whoever’s in charge on the other side got him what he deserved as soon as that creep got mashed by that bell. That’s ************* karma right there, I’ll tell you what.”

[7fics]

Markson friendship jackjae Romance. Jackson doesn't really know YJ but he knows he's kinda weird but still kinda cute and he sits next to Jackson in science so Jackson texts Mark and says "the Youngjae kid is cute tbh" and Mark being a dick takes a screenshot of their messages and sends it to Youngjae, who is still sitting next to Jackson.

Warnings: mark pov lol

Word Count: 2.5k ish

Author: Chewy’s back! and graduating high school oh my god

managed to sneak some markbum in there lol whoops hope ya enjojojoiiiii

grades: JB: senior Jinyoung: senior (skipped a grade) Jackson: junior Mark: junior (redoing a grade) Youngjae: sophomore Yugyeom/bambam: freshmen

“Bro, you hype? First day of school jitters? Whatchu gonna eat for breakfast?”

“Shut the fuck up, Jackson, why are you calling me at 6 in the morning,” Mark groans. It’s too early for this shit. It’s always too early for Jackson’s shit, but “That’s just the impact of the Wang” or so “the Wang” says.

“It’s the first day of school! You should be up and getting ready, don’t you want to start off the school year refreshed and excited?” Mark can practically hear Jackson jumping up and down through the phone. Oh, wait, is that the sound of springs squeaking? Then never mind, Mark can legitimately hear Jackson jumping up and down.

“More like dead tired. School doesn’t start until nine.”

“Whatever. Have you looked at your schedule yet? Did you see what classes you had? Do we share any classes?” Jackson’s talking non-stop, and from the sound of it he’s also trying to chew his breakfast at the same time. Mark’s not really into that ASMR shit.

“I already sent you a screenshot last night, keep up,” he responds, groaning as he finally crawls out of bed. With Jackson this hyped up, he knows there’s no chance of falling back asleep so he might as well get ready. “We have a few classes together, I think. Check again?”

“Oh, right!” there’s a pause as Jackson scrambles to his laptop, and Mark thanks the gods above for the short moment of blessed silence. “We have the same lunch period! And Humanities and Numbers for Nerds, thank goodness. You’re going to need to tutor me again.”

“No.” Not until you stop calling “math” “Numbers for Nerds,” Mark thinks. It’s too early to voice opinions, though, so he keeps that to himself.

“And Euro, yass, this is nearly fully booked Markson, get pumped! But wait, aw man, no science together. Why would you ever take Physics? And it’s first in the morning, too!” Jackson continues.

“God bless,” Mark’s not sure if he would have been able to handle Jackson so early every morning. Especially not after the copper incident last year. “Now I’m hanging up, gotta shower. See you at school.”

“Bye~~~ Markie pooh,” Jackson calls, but by then, Mark’s already ended the call.

—

“Jaebum, please,” Mark says the minute he enters the Physics classroom that morning. “Save me.”

“Babe, what’s wrong? It’s only the first day of school,” Jaebum grumbles, barely lifting his head from his desk to greet Mark.

“Exactly. However,” Mark says, handing his phone over to Jaebum. “Some asshole thinks that I should care about his choice in sock color today.” There are somewhere around, oh, just about hundreds of new text messages, voicemails and snapchats from Jackson, updating Mark on the every second of his first day of school prep. And that’s just the preparation; the school day hasn’t even started damn it.

“Aw, yikes. I got a picture of a flowchart of first day of school possibilities from Jinyoung last night. And then earlier this morning he sent me a selfie of himself setting the same flowchart on fire, so I’m not sure what that means.”

“Seriously? It’s only the first day of school why is he stressing like it’s finals week again,” Mark groans as he lays his head on the desk. Jaebum only pats him on the back and gives a shrug in response, and Mark is eternally grateful. He decides that now is a great moment (and the only moment) to enjoy a bit of peace and quiet before the madness called “High School” and “Being Wang Jackson’s One and Only BFFL For Life” (“Jackson you repeated for life” “Shhhh”) begins.

Moments later, the beautiful calm is shattered by the sound of Kara blasting through the air. “The fuck Jackson, we’re in class,” Mark says, opting to hit decline. Jackson apparently doesn’t get the message, however, and Mark’s phone spends the rest of class buzzing violently in his backpack.

Mark of course dutifully ignores everything. (At one point, a girl in front of him freaks out because she’s sure there’s a swarm of bees in the classroom. It’s just Jackson, though.)

—

“Hey.” Mark takes his lunch tray, which is literally piled to the sky with only french fries, and slides into the bench between Jackson and Jaebum. He looks down the table and nods at the kid at the end of the table. “‘Sup?” They’re not friends, but the kid sells some fine “herbs” if you know what I’m saying. Imported. From Thailand.

Mark doesn’t drink coffee. He drinks tea. And he’s ready to beat anyone (meaning Jinyoung) who mocks him for it. It’s not like he fucking reads books like some nerds (meaning Jinyoung).

“Hey, Mork, what’s up?”

“Can you not.”

“Nope! Those are a lot of fries buddy, I’m really kind of worried about your health, you know?” Jackson says, reaching over to grab a handful.

“I hope you choke.”

Jackson doesn’t choke, but he does snort and get some caught in his nostril. While Jackson is whining and screaming for help, Mark turns to Jaebum, “Hey.”

“Hey babe,” Jaebum responds. He also takes a french fry, but actually manages to look pretty sexy eating it, so Mark will opt to forgive him this one time.

“Do you think you can get senioritis when you’re a Junior?” Mark asks, shoving the plate of fries to the side so that he can lay his head on the table. And then push the fries directly into his mouth without actually lifting anything.

“Dude. It’s been three days since we got back from summer break,” Jaebum gives him a look, although really, he has no right to judge.

“I didn’t do any of my summer Humanities assignments, so I already have a zero.” Ok, so maybe Jaebum does have some right to judge. But only a little.

“Holy fuck YOU GUYS!” Jackson screams, and then immediately makes a shushing noise, “Shhh! I can’t let him notice me!”

“Jackson. You are the loudest one in this group right now.”

“Ah, sorry, I forgot. But look!” Jackson whisper shouts, vaguely gesturing toward some corner of the cafeteria. “Look at that!”

Mark squints, but isn’t really sure what Jackson’s freaking out over. He doesn’t see any signs for free pizza, or anything remotely worth getting hyped up over.

“That kid! Over there!” Jackson’s voice is steadily rising, but they’re in the middle of a public school cafeteria so Mark decides to not give any fucks for now. “The one that looks absolutely beautiful and basically is probably the Sun on the Teletubbies but all grown up! He’s in my Bio class and I swear you guys, I am in love.”

“Oh hey, that’s Youngjae,” Jaebum remarks.

Hmmm, Youngjae. Mark’s sure he’s heard that name somewhere.

“Remember? He’s the really loud tenor in my choir class. Tried to bring his dog to school last year.”

“Oh yeah. Coco. He’s my neighbor.”

“You know him?” Jackson gasps. He crawls over Mark and grabs Jaebum by the collars. “Please. Tell me more. I must know.”

And so the rest of lunch continues just like any other day, with Mark trying to ignore Jackson and continue eating french fries. It’s a hard task, but nothing that Mark can’t handle.

—

Another week of dozing through classes has passed in a blissful blur, and Mark settles into Physics, pulling out his notebook. He’s just trying to decide whether he should use the book as a pillow or what it’s actually meant for when his phone goes berserk again.

from: wangster

holy sheet mark

do u remember that incredibly cute ball of sunshine underclassman I was talking about

the one that probably farts pixie dust

and is CuTE as bALLS???

YOUNGJAEEEEE god kill me now even his name is lovely

he just got assigned to the same lab group as me

ME

the fuq is this, a fucking rom com??? i M SO READY to NOT embarrass myself infant of this kid

**in front ha fuck u 2 autocorrect

“What is that?” Jinyoung asks, peering over Marks shoulder.

“It’s just Jackson, talking about his new crush. I’m just gonna ignore it,” Mark concludes, setting it on vibrate and then tossing it to the corner of his desk.

“He just texted you again,” Jinyoung says, picking up the phone. “What does he mean by ‘THE THING’?”

“Shit, give me that,” Mark says, suddenly alert and scrambling for the phone.

from: wangster

do you think he’d think i was cool if i did THE THING again?

Mark furiously types.

from: mark

NO!

DO NOT. DRINK. THE COPPER. SOLUTION.

It takes a minute for the reply to come back.

from: wangster

aw cmon man, it wasn’t that bad

and don pretend like u didn’t take a taste too, i’m not the only criminal here

anyway i wasn’t talking about that

like

what if i “accidentally” spilled a chemical on my hot bod

and then i have to rip off my shirt and show off my sexy abs ;)

Mark groans and lays his head upon the desk. “Help. I think I have a migraine coming on.”

“What’s wrong?” Jaebum asks, sliding into his seat with 34 seconds to spare. Mark just holds up his phone in response. Jaebum sighs and formulates a response in Mark’s stead.

from: mark

your abs won’t be sexy anymore with a god damn acid burn on them. don’t do that shit. —JB

Before Jaebum can hand the phone back to Mark, Jinyoung snags it out of his hands. “Oh boy,” he giggles. “This is gold. Do you mind if I screenshot this and airdrop it to myself? Just for when I’m sad, I promise.”

“Go ahead,” Mark waves him on. At this point, he doesn’t think Jackson has any dignity left to muster up. “Just don’t accidentally send it to Youngjae or anything.”

There is a beat of silence, as three pairs of eyes meet. Then they all break, chuckling to themselves. Mark wheezes a little. “Nah, I wouldn’t. I’m not that kind of friend.”

There’s another moment of silence, as Jinyoung takes one long look at the messages, and then back up at Mark, then Jaebum, then back at Mark. “Aren’t you?”

“I mean, we’re best friends, come on,” Mark says. He doesn’t know why he’s suddenly sweating in this freezing air conditioned classroom. “Right. Best friends. Who forgive each other no matter what,” Jaebum muses, half to himself. They meet eyes, and then break. Nervous laughter fills the air around them.

“Nah, nah, nah. We’re cool,” Mark says, taking back the phone and going to delete the screenshots. But, Jinyoung is right. This is kind of gold. “Maybe I’ll just start a message to Youngjae, but not actually send it, just to freak Jackson out.”

“Oh yeah!” Jinyoung agrees, aggressively nodding. “Take a screenshot of you you pretending to send those to Youngjae. Jackson would die. And it’s good revenge for him stealing my last twizzler.”

“Alright, I’m doing it,” Mark says. They’re all three cackling at the message, Mark’s hand hovering over the phone, when the teacher walks in and slams the door shut. Hard.

All three students jump in their chairs simultaneously. “Put you phone away!” he demands, and Mark sheepishly pulls his phone off his desk, but not before seeing what’s on the screen.

“Oh shit,” he looks up at Jaebum, wide-eyed.

“You hit send, didn’t you?”

—

Three hours later, Mark finds himself on the floor of the cafeteria, groveling at Jackson’s feet. “It was an accident, I swear, you know I would never do that to you. I would never even think of doing that to you!”

“How. The fuck. Do you accidentally send screenshots of my text messages to the guy who just happens to be the subject of my messages?” Jackson asks. His eyebrows are halfway up his face at this point.

“Ok, fine,” Mark concedes, “Maybe I did think of doing that to you. But I swear I only thought! I never actually meant to hit send. Tell him, Jinyoung!”

Jackson’s menacing eyebrows swivel to face Jinyoung, who currently has his nose buried in a book, with only his ears peeking out. No matter how much of a bookworm everybody says he is, no books are that interesting. “Well?” Jackson asks, leg shaking the table.

“Uhh… It was Mark’s idea!” then he slams his book shut and bolts.

Mark gasps, “That bastard.”

Jackson grabs at Mark’s collar, and as Mark flails, he looks over to Jaebum in an attempt at one last plea for help. Jaebum just raises his eyebrows, and scoots his tray further away down the table.

Just as Mark resigns himself to his fate, he is saved by the bell. More specifically, his text alert, which is actually a four second clip of a recording of Jackson screaming for five minutes straight. Everybody in the whole cafeteria looks over at them, including Youngjae (an important detail for Jackson) and the security guards and other adult staff (an important detail for Mark). “Dude get off of me before we get in trouble,” Mark whispers. Jackson only complies because Youngjae is looking and he can bet 99.999% that Youngjae probably hates violence and sings about flowers growing as a past time.

“Ugh, whatever, I’m still mad. You better buy me chocolate milk for the rest of the school year.”

“What are you, Kim Yugyeom?” Mark scoffs, but knows that he probably will, even if only for a few weeks instead of the whole school year. Anything to get his friend back. Even so, he slaps Jackson’s hands away as they drift toward his tray of fries. While battling Jackson over his lunch with his left hand, Mark unlocks his phone with his left (unnecessary AN: this was supposed to say right, but I was totally zoned out when typing this, and, my dudes, it is so wicked funny to imagine Mark with two left hands). “Oh my god, Jackson!”

“What now?” Jackson grumbles, slipping through Mark’s defenses and filching a fry or two or three or twelve.

“Jackson, look,” Mark gasps breathlessly, handing his phone over to Jackson.

“Holy fuck.”

Right there, on the screen (surrounded by way too many emojis and stickers) are the following words:

from: c youngjae

aww, can you tell jackson hyung thank you for the compliments

and also that i don’t want him hurting himself!! i’m sure he looks better shirtless on the basketball courts than in a science lab *winky face blushing emoji*

oh! also mark hyung, my family is going out of town for labor day, can you watch coco? thanks!

Mark grins, looking up at Jackson’s shining face. “Am I the best wingman ever or what?”

“Yes!” Jackson shouts, drawing looks once again. “But you still owe me chocolate milk for the stress that you put me through for this past hour.”

“Yo, lunch period isn’t even an hour long.”