#(and amy I guess cuz I did run it by them)

[cesium-sheep]

a not insignificant part of it is probably that mom called today, and when she called me my familial name then corrected herself to nat and apologized I told her it's okay to still call me the old name it's just weird for people who didn't know me when I was little to call me that. she insisted that she should call me what I want to be called. I should be happy. I just feel angry. I think she's being genuine in her attempt but I think she's still far too deep in denial to realize why it will always feel hollow. to even remember that she threw a tantrum when I bought myself a binder with a gift card from my uncle, or just how hard I had to fight every step of the way to get my hair cut short the first time.

I'm glad she's been such a good ally to my wife. she already burned that bridge with me and just putting up a sign that says the bridge is open doesn't make it safe.

[boobachu]

Sonic Prime gush

No one wants to talk about this and I don'[t want to spoil people so hiding under read more

Okay so first off: I hate the prime universe. Big is ugly, Knuckles sounds weird, Amy acts weird, Shadow acts weird, Rouge isn't showing her titties and everyone sort of acts like a budget 3D children's cartoon. The way they smile, and stand it scared me it was like Sonic Boom or Pac-Man or Mega Man...

Tho I looooove the animation, sometimes they seem to move like claymation, they're actually animated like cartoon characters! Something in the games Ive only seen in Sonic CHampionship and Sonic Riders!!

Also even tho the prime universe sucks, you barely see it!

Tho.. the weird wormy story telling is like... "dude why didn't you just have a longer intro instead of jumping back to finish the intro"

Like, it persists through the whole season so like... aunno I don't get it. My friend said that Ben10 man wrote this and it's a Ben10 thing but I never watched Ben10

Oh yeah I love Sonic's voice, like... he actually sounds like Sonic for once! It's very modern but like... duh. It's not 1999 anymore (sadly) so he kinda sounds like what corporate thinks is a tiktok but oh cool there's foxy comics in Sonic's world

(oh yeah! I can screeny on VLC!)

Like, aunno Sonic looks off but I also kinda love how he looks like those Y2K Archie comics like...

Also, isn't it weird that Rouge was made into a good guy instead of a dubious guy?

Also Rouge is the best she's been since SA2. The personality is... eh, but her mannerisms are great.

Also this smile reminds me of Robot Chicken

Like did Seth Mcfarline make this? It reminds me of Toyfaire theatre titan maximum

Also it's weird the egg-o-matic isn't in the series? Like supposedly this is canon now so like.. where's the egg mobile?

It's weird how Amy is sorta like the brains (tactics) instead of Rouge or Tails or Sonic. Kinda reminds me of Sally Acorn.

Tho the AU Amys are fantastic like it's almost like she's Sonic's rival like Knuckles used to be. I love seeing them fight! I fucking hate the baby Robotnik tho.

Also it's weird that only Sonic Underground world got AU Robotnik(s) but Junghole and pirate world didn't.

Like, this is all we get? Where's colonial eggman or monarch eggman... well I guess both are the same...

Where's Good Robotnik? I want to see a universe where Sonic's pals n gals are the villain and Robotnik is the force of good.

This is going to be 24 episodes and it's not (quite) Quantum Leap in that it's episodic... it's more worm spaghetti.

Also

I fucking DIED when he said his name! NINE?!?!! They did it! They made him canon!!!!

Well only sorta... not really... well I mean hey.

Also is this a Spider-man 2 reference... except Spider-man saves Doc Ock?

(God that smear) XDDDD

Also it's weird that like, they seem to reference the classic games?

but like, later Sonic remembers Knuckles in the hidden palace but the floating island doesn't seem to exist? Like is the hidden palace in green hill?

Cuz like the stupid palm tree is a reality anchor, there's the loop-de-loop, nexus of shattering, and a palm tree they "gave" to Sonic because I don't know the real superpower of teamwork?

Also Sonic seems to be sorta connected the the crystal he shattered? Like the glue to the multiverse? Pretty weird.

Nine would be my favorite character if not for Rusty Rose.

Like she's the Robotniks' lap dog but she seems to be roboticized but more robocop than SatAM (which, Wildbrain is basically new DiC) and she's a formidable opponent and I love her?

She is basically mind-controlled by the Robotniks (then later Nine) so I wonder how much of her is her and how much of her is programming and how much of her is lost...

Also I wonder how long until someone makes fetish art of Nine controlling Rusty (I'm busy working on JG so not it)

Shadow seems to be lost in the void and can only communicate with Sonic when he's running fast which causes him to warp similar to Sonic CD

Sonic also warps when he touches a jewel (sorta like Sonic CD except no)

I wonder if there will be six worlds: one that focuses on each character's social problem, on the rewatch I realized Amy cared about forests in the shattering, which, the jungle episode is about Thorny Rose wanting to defend the jungle at all costs.

So is SU world about Nine needing Sonic?

is pirate world about Knuckles not thinking?

Will there be a Rouge, Robotnik and Sonic worlds?

Will Blaze or different Sonics be in the show?

Aunno!

This is an interesting sight to see.

Also

Rings actually act like rings???? What is this nonsense?!

Wait someone in the credits is Miles "Tails" Wyrth? XDDD okay I mean how can you not

Aunno, kinda feels like they wasted the first season stevenbombing but like... aunno it's good.

If they release it on BluRay I'll buy it (downloaded Mkvs off a website)

I do wonder how Shadow plays into the story cuz it kinda hints that only Sonic is lost and no one is "split up" but time is breaking down or something but like...

They're air shoes.

[stormy333]

Karokee Bar Romance

“Veronica, are you almost ready?” Rings the high pitched voice of my best friend Amy as she barges into my bedroom.

“HEY!” I screech yanking my dress down over my body frantically. “I’m almost done! But don’t you know how to knock?!?” Amy is my best friend of two years now and she’s always pushing me to get out of my shell. For instance tonight she’s taking us to a karaoke bar/club, I have no idea why, well actually I do its her cousins and the grand opening is tonight but that’s besides the point I’m not much on the club or bar scene but she says we’ll have a blast.

“Not when I’m here I don’t, besides I wasn’t looking at you so don’t go panicking. I was looking at how you rearranged the room again.” She says laughing.

“Do I look okay? Are the boots with the dress alright?” I ask doing a quick twirl.

“You look great as always! And did you do your makeup?” she asks skeptical.

“No, I just washed my face. And thank you Amy you look amazing too!”

“You’re saying you just washed your face and you look that amazing? Omg girl, let’s get you outta here before your brother and dad decide they don’t want their angel face to go!”

“Stop that.” I say laughing and we head out for a night of unknowns.

We get to the place at about 7:45 a bit before everything starts so we can go into the club and get a table. Our table I should say because it’s Amy’s cousin Andrew’s club. So here we are two 21 year old girls. One the stereotype tall beautiful blonde, with baby blue eyes, wearing a black off the shoulder knee length dress with combat boots, the lightest amount of makeup though she doesn’t need it, and without the attitude unless you provoke it. The other, me. An average height brunette with brown doe eyes, also wearing a black off the shoulder dress but with a denim jacket over it and my signature blue tan and white Durango boots. And to top it off Amy owns a Challenger, destroyer grey. So the pretty blonde with the sports car and her weird friend right? This night should be fun.

“Hey Veronica!” Andy basically screams running up to his cousin and I. Now is probably a good time to mention Andy is a decent guy and actually how I met Amy. I dated him but things didn’t work out and now we’re good friends, which we always were.

“Wow no love for your blood?” Amy says giving him a hard time.

“Hey don’t forget he linked you and I Ams!” I say laughing while hugging my best friend, as Andy shows us around his new place proudly.

“Yeah, never forget that cuz! Now look girls I have someone I want you to meet before everything gets crazy and I don’t want you all to be um how you say it considering one of you is my ex… well let’s just rip the band-aid off I guess. Brandon!”

“Ha! Andrew we already knew if you’re tryna tell us you bi!” True. Amy has no chill though.

“Yeah? What’s up babe?” Brandon comes from behind the bar and I actually recognize him, just can’t place it.

“I just wanted you to meet my cousin Amy and our friend Veronica. Amy and V I want you to properly meet my boyfriend Brandon.”

“So nice to meet you!”

“How’s it going?”

“Nice to meet both of you, I’ve heard so much about the two of you.”

For the next little while it’s listening to the singers, and chat with each other.

“So how do you feel about seeing him with a guy?” Amy asks knowing her cousin was my first actual relationship.

“We both made a mature mutual decision on the relationship. It’s all good.”

“Yeah but you haven’t even tried to get back out there and it’s been almost two years now?”

“I know. But guys are just ughhhh…” I say grabbing the sleeves of my jacket and pulling them down and reaching for my drink.

“You’re gorgeous V guys everywhere stare at you and are floored by your beauty. Just give it another shot.”

“Amyyy” I say hiding my face in my palms.

“Look, look, look! Wait no don’t look but there’s a really cute guy looking at you!!!”

“He’s likely looking at you, TSA!”

“Nope definitely not.” She says getting us both a Rum and coke. Up until now we were just drinking soda but my best friend knows me and so does Andy. I catch a glimpse of him looking at our table when he’s making the drinks.

“Here you go.”

“Thank you” Amy took the lead on this one. She is so much better at this than I am. All I can manage is a smile.

“So how about you? Any plans? With any guys?” I ask.

“No…not unless you count the study date with Clay tomorrow.” She says laughing.

“So why isn’t he here tonight? With you so you aren’t alone?”

“I'm not alone. I have you! Plus we’re trying to get you hooked up!”

“And the way to do this is to take me to my ex’s club on opening night and?” oh boy what have I gotten myself into I think downing my rum and coke as another shows up?

POV: Zachary

“Dude I don’t know why you’re dragging me to this, you know I hate crowds!” I say knowing he’s not going to let up unless I go to this grand opening.

“I promised your mom I’d keep you sane and this is how I’m going to do it!” Alex, my best friend says.

“Really you’re dragging my mom into this now?” My mom moved to London after my dad dying two months ago and she didn’t do it lightly, she swore I couldn’t deal on my own, why I don’t know.

“What bro she asked me to keep you sane! So I’m gonna do it come on!”

“Fine but you’re the designated driver if I get wasted.”

When we get there I’m shocked to see the place this packed. I mean it’s new but I didn’t think it would be that special? I know that’s rude as fuck but it’s how I feel. Anyways right away my eyes land on these two girls in the center of the room at a small table pretty close to the bar but not to close, the bar tender definitely had a great view! If you ask me he probably seated those girls there on purpose because it looked like he was checking up on them. Or checking them out, who knows? Anyways these girls were knock outs. A blonde and brunette sitting there drinking together. Where Alex and I were sitting I had the perfect view of the blonde without being detected but to see the brunette was more of a dead give away I was checking her specifically out.

“See it was a good idea to come here.” Alex snaps me away from analyzing the situation with the girls.

“What? What do you mean bro? Don’t get any ideas I’m still mad at you.”

“Oh shut up! You know you’re glad you came.”

“Yeah maybe but I still have the crazy ex as evidence of our last night out.”

“Ah you got one good thing out of the deal.”

“Yeah besides the fact her mom has the kid and won’t let me see him at all. Unless my mom was there.”

“Look we aren’t here for you to be depressing! We’re here for you to throw back a drink or two and have a little fun plus Elijah is meeting us soon and it’s his friend’s bar! SPEAKING OF HEY MY MAN!”

“What’s up boys?”

“Not much Elijah, just watching your brother drool over that little brunette over there…”

“Stop just stop both of you don’t even!”

“Oh come on why not just see what she just downed order her another. Poor girl looks tense!” Alex says laughing. Elijah joining in.

“Alright, alright. Hey Mason, what’s she drinking?” I ask kind of leaning towards the brunette and he asked “V? You want to know what V’s drinking?”

“Well yeah if that’s her name? Whatever she’s drinking get her another?”

“Um I think it’s a rum and coke and her names Veronica.”

“Thanks Bro.”

POV : Veronica

“Here you go V.” Mason our waiter says with a smile. He and all the others have been informed Amy and I are VIPS.

“But… Amy?”

“Don’t look at me Hun, I think I know who did though!”

“What are you..” She tapped my hands away from my face and there was a guy who was probably 5’6, 5’7 and green eyes blue jeans and a button up with some cowboy boots and black hair in a military style cut. Gosh he’s gorgeous! Why’s he standing here?

“Uh – Veronica?” My hands automatically go to hiding myself again but Amy has other plans for me.

“Hi I’m Amy! And you’re right this is Veronica but her friends call her V. You bought the drink?”

“I’m Zack and yes I did. You’re friend here must be shy?”

My face is burning up and Amy knows it which is why she excuses the both of us and tells Zack? We will be right back.

“Excuse us for one moment Zack.” She says grabbing my hands and pulling me out of my seat pulling me past Zack and I don’t have the safety of my hair hiding my face, and I catch his gorgeous green eyes with mine.

“V! I told you he was eyeing YOU! Now look you can’t keep hiding yourself, give him a shot!”

“I I don’t know?”

“Hey V and Ams everything okay?” Andy comes over and checks on us eyeing the guy back at our table.

“Yes everything is fine! Someone needs to lighten up!” Amy says that eyeing me and laughing.

“Alright, but if you two need me just holler okay? Okay V?”

“I know.” He is still as protective of me as when we were together. And the way he said it sounded like the way he talked to me one other time.

“Look I’ll stay but give the guy a chance. How bad could he be?”

“Um really bad? But you’re right he’s cute and you’ll stay with me right?”

“Of course! I’m not going to leave your side unless you tell me to Hun!”

“Okay. Let’s go back then.” I say smiling.

“And the verdict is?” He asks is a deep voice I hadn’t noticed before because of trying to disappear.

“Why don’t we let the judge tell you herself?” Amy says in her flirty tone I’m sure there’s a wink following it. As she moves out from in front of me. I took my hair out of the ponytail it was in but I was now playing with the ends of it nervously while they both looked at me.

“Well V?” Amy says tapping her nails on the table.

“Z.. Zack right? Would you like to join us?” I’m stuttering like an idiot he probably wants to leave now!

“I’d quite like that if your friend and you wouldn’t mind?”

“Not at all!” Amy jumps in.

About a half hour later his friends walked over to let him know they were leaving and see if he was coming with but he stayed with me and soon enough Amy was calling Clay and chatting with him and it was just the two of us. We talked for what ended up being hours and by the end of it we were making plans for another night. But this time just us.

[tokiidokiicasket]

im not sure if i send it but: can i request the dorm leaders reactions to their dorm member having a "romantic" accident with the dorm leaders crush. Like both the dorm member and the reader is flustered from the accident, but the dorm member knows that his dorm leader likes them. AND LIKE HAVING THE DORM LEADER WATCHING FROM THE SIDE THAT HIS DORM MEMBER IS GETTING MORE ACTION THAN HIM IS SO FUNNY.

⚰️ : Oh the amount of menace and crack energy I'm about to add and mix into this request PL E A S E {Also don't mind the random characters I added in Vil's & Idia's part, they're actually my dorm OC's I made and I decided to add sum spice cuz why not heehee}

Edit : please know the writing style is inspired by @polluxminor so please do go support them when you have the chance <33

-So, Cater asked you to help him with painting the roses right? Well it was all going so swell and dandy until you accidentally tripped onto an empty paint can and thus collided into Cater!

-And what happens next? You both got paint all over not just the bushes and grass, but also your clothes too! You were on top of cater and you both stayed still in the positions you were before slowly giggling and laughing

-You couldn't stop giggling, flustered at the dismay and Cater was laughing along with you until he saw Riddle. Oh boi, he did not look happy. {Insert Amy Winehouse' "Me and Mr Jones - what kind of FUCKERY is this?"}

-Riddle standing there arms crossed and seething red while Cater was P A N I C K I N G like "😰😰😰 ohshitohshitohshi" , cuz he legit forgot Riddle was crushing on you

-After that, Cater was punished to wash BOTH his and your clothes, while you? You were decked out in fresh clothing and having a tea party with Riddle as he scolds you not to be reckless ❤️

-It started with you helping around in botanical garden, holding a pot of fertilizer and rushing until you bumped into Ruggie, who was visiting to give Leona's lunch {lazy stinky mf smh 🙄‼️} and then bOOM

-Both you and Ruggie are cover in dirt, you were apologizing to the hyena numerous times despite Mr. Gucci bucchi {Yessir the scrunkly 💅💕✨} assuring you it was fineeee

-Then he saw Leona, looking reallly mad and glaring at the sight before him. Thus Ruggie had an idea! The hyena smugly smiled before moving veryyyy closely, and doing the generous thing of dusting and wiping off the dirt. He even went out of his way to use his thumb to wipe off the dirt on your flustered face! {Leona punching the air in the background rn-}

-Ruggie snickered and patted your head, "Really, it's no worries s/o! Don't worry your adorable head about it!" alright that was the final straw- Leona stompin in and dragging you away from the hyena, THAT SHOULD BE HIM MAKING YOU FLUSTERED NOT HIM SMH 🙄‼️

-Ruggie got punished by having his chores be piled onto him but it was worth it ❤️ You on the other hand was basically stuck in a death grip of a cuddle in Leona's naptime

-You were running from Floyd because it was the chase hour and he wanted to play! But MAN YOU JUST WANTED TO VISIT AZUL AND HANGOUT WITH HIM COME ON 😭😭😭

-While you were running though, Floyd managed to catch upto you and collide onto the floor upon basically glomping you from behind, and guess who's there to witness it? Azul! {"What was the reason, WHAT WAS THE REASONNNN-"}

-Disappointed but not surprised, Azul is literally standing there like "🧍" while you were struggling for your life due to Floyd's literal death grip of a sQUeeZe

-Luckily, Azul managed to get you out of it so you two could hangout but Floyd was pouting and sulking throughout his shift in the monstro lounge {On the bright side, he managed to do both you and Azul a favor to hang ig 💃}

-Now see, it wasn't you or anyone in the matter that accidentally caused the accident but Kalim! And he didn't even know either- all it started was you vibing around and visiting until sWoOsh, he was flying on his carpet and thus the gust of wind cause you to bump into someone

-That someone being Jamil! You were so flustered being close to the vice dorm leader, you apologized while he assured you it was fine and it was a mere accident~

-Of course Kalim saw it and immediately got off the carpet to apologize to you while Jamil scolded him because SIR YOU LITERALLY WENT W O O S H AND PUSHED YOUR BELOVED CRUSH 🙄‼️

-Other than that though, Kalim pulls you aside to hangout together because 1. He's still sorry and 2. He really loves you sm pls 💕

-You were visiting pomefiore's dorm because Vil needed you for help on a potion. Since Rook was sick for the day, he decided YOU should be the best option 💕

-You were trying to find your way around the halls until you accidentally tripped on something, you were gonna faceplant on the ground until someone managed to stop that, by pulling on your hand!

-"Hey, you ok? Be careful next time when you're wondering around here." That someone pulls you up, only for you to land straight onto their chest. The dorm member snickers, "At least take me out for dinner first, before falling right into me you know."

-Vil, who had witnessed EVERYTHING, looks calm and everything but internally he's SE E T H I N G- immediately pulls up and snatches you away from the dorm member because AIN'T NO WAY- "Rael. I appreciate you helping s/o but please, I need them for assistance."

-The dorm member, "Rael" rolled his eyes, "Of course, dorm leader, whatever you say~" before looking at you, smiling smugly and winking as he turns around walking away.

-Vil legit squints because the audacity of this b i t c h 😡 first you accidentally faceplanting on RAEL? And him winking at YOU????? the audacity‼️‼️ Vil just drags you away while you're just embarrassed and flustered all around

-Lil did Vil know, Rael just saw the opportunity and gave a little push, snickering to himself

-So, here you were {Barbeque sauce on your tibbies/j}, in the library, studying for an upcoming test in alchemy class. While studying though, you noticed you were missing a book! So went on a book search in the library and found it, but it's on the highest shelf, so what do you do? You tried reaching for it!

-And though you were able to catch it, you were wobbling around and slipping! Someone managed to catch you ‼️‼️ but you both ended up on the ground🧍

-Legit PANIKING you stood up apologizing to that person, being an ignihyde student, he chuckles as he uses his index finger to twirl a strand of his gravity defying dark purple hair {L'Oréal commercial looking ahh smh 🙄‼️} answering, "Oh nooo~ it's totally fine," He picks up the book you were looking for, standing tall {Blonde~ Dark, mean 😩 rough and tough and strong 💪 and LEAAAAAAAN 💜} before you as he hands the book, "I believe this is what you were looking for? I'm Ambrose by the way."

-You slowly nodded still flustered, to which the ignihyde student smiled softly. He looked behind you, seeing Idia, who was 👌 this close, to pulling up and go absolutely OFF‼️ because 1. Idia was actually partnered up with you and got worried where you went and 2. He legit D E S P I S E S Ambrose.

-Ambrose smugly smirked at Idia, who's hair is slowly turning red because WHAT THE FUCK 😡‼️To which Ambrose pats your head, {Idia legit punching the air rn-} deciding to not cause chaos and annoy Idia this time. You just turn and see the gamer boi who managed calm down quickly, smiling you offered Idia to go out for sum food after studying, to which Idia accepts! Gamer boi do b happi 💕💕

- {At least Ambrose is giving him a chance before he decides to steal you away when Idia least expects it 🏃💨}

-So this happened after lunch, you were goin to class and what not, however you couldn't help but feel a certain chill down your spine. You tried ignoring it, until someone whispered smth behind you, going "Boo!"

-You yelped before turning around and accidentally bumped your forehead with Lilia, who was standing upside down and going on spook antics AS U S U A L ‼️

-You rubbed your forehead and apologized to Lilia, in which the vice dorm leader chuckles as he assures you no worries. Lilia, does end up asking you over at Diasomnia for some tea later! Which you decide to accept!

-Malleus, who saw what happened is just "🧍🧍🧍" cuz father w h y- While malmal is calm, he do b sulking around about it. After classes, you arrive at Diasomnia and greet malleus! While you both wait for Lilia, you talked and talked, smiling and laughing.

-And pls, Malleus is legit lovingly listening to you, smiling so happily as you talked about your day and how it went, you both were having a good time 💕💕💕

-Silver comes in, and you decided to ask where Lilia went. Silver raised his brow and answers, "You didn't know? He's at the music club, he'll be busy for the day."

-Nah,,,,,, mf Lilia set you both UP‼️‼️‼️He knew Malleus was legit gushing about you and decided to set up at tea date for you both smh

[roughandtumble-r]

Issue 46 came out, so let’s talk about it!

So everyone at the park is now upset because they want to leave, and they also now think that Ashe and his Wisp were the ones who started the fire in the first place (which I kinda saw coming, it seemed too obvious to not pin it on him from their perspective).

And then Amy chops a mountain in half, cuz ya know.

Jewel isn’t too excited about the one with all the pressure put onto her, but Amy gives her the confidence she needs to plan out a way to hold back the fire for the time being...

WOAH WOAH WOAH, WAIT A COTTON PICKIN MINUTE

IT’S THEM

IT’S THOSE WOLVES WHO ARE PROBABLY RELATED TO WHISPER WHO HAVEN’T SHOWN UP IN LIKE TWO AND A HALF YEARS!!!!!!!!

I’ve been wondering this entire time what was up with them, because as I said, it seems like they’re somehow related to Whisper and as such probably would have a lot of lore surrounding them, but... they just faded into obscurity after their first appearence in the 2019 Annual. So now I’m wondering why they’re here and not in the pyramid they were living in in the Annual (cuz generally speaking, people who live in pyramids probably don’t go camping all that often). Maybe they’re looking for Whisper and in the semi-near future we’ll finally see them cross paths, but I can’t say anything for sure.

EDIT: They’re actually Fennec Foxes who may or may not be related to anyone.

Anyway, so Tangle, Belle, and the Motobug (who’s just kinda part of the gang now I guess) are running around the forest when they find Ashe...

Best scene, 10/10 :3

Also, Ashe explains who he thinks started the fire...

So now Surge and Kit are the culprits! 

Also, the three of them then proceed to fall off the edge of a cliff...

...now that’s what I’d call a cliffhanger.

BA-DUM-TSSSSSS

Also, even though Issue 46 is done and we also still don’t have the preview pages for Issue 1 of Imposter Syndrome, we did however get the solicit for Issue 2 as well as a very nice cover...

The ROAD TO #50 continues here! Enjoy a TEN-ISSUE long adventure leading up to the EPIC SHOWDOWN in milestone issue #50.

Surge and Kit are put to the test! Dr. Starline is almost ready to launch his grand plan, but first he must ensure his creations can perform under pressure. But more powerful doesn't always mean better... can Surge and Kit live up to the heroes that inspired their creation?

Starline: Hey, I need to see if you two can do stuff, go burn down a forest.

Surge and Kit: Okay.

...and that’s how this arc happened :3

[heartlandians]

Okay here’s my review of 1410. I have a really big rant about Lou and Mitch so be prepared. But I did like it for the most part.

Lou and Mitch- okay so I had posted my thoughts on them potentially breaking up last week and why that was not a good writing decision and that still stands but now that they actually have broken up, I’m mad how they did it. I was under the impression that they were going to break them up in order to write Kevin off the show because of other commitments, which makes sense, even tho I’m not happy with it. However, they didn’t really write him off, which makes me mad. What’s the point of breaking them up THIS TIME if he isn’t getting written off??? Like I guess he could be written off but like they left it very open with saying the are “on a break” which gives me and other Litch fans at least some hope for the future which I wish they didn’t do. Like either keep them together or totally split them apart with no hope of coming back. I also thought that if Lou did break up with Mitch, they she would end up with peter, but she didn’t. I guess that could still happen in S15 but ehhh. I did like Lou and Peter when they were together but are they really going to go back 6-7 years and put them back together? That just feels like they are going backwards if so. Also, the fact that Lou said they were having a break has me confused. They stuff that they broke up over this time (mostly the kid thing I think, slightly peter but not really) doesn’t feel like “ on a break” stuff unless Lou thinks she will change her mind. Like this is a serious issue they disagree on and I will say that this time break up feels more natural and real then the others cuz these are actual issues that would need to be brought up and that they could disagree over rather than just problems brought up for the heck of it like in the past. I’m also surprised they had so many bed scenes with the full intention of them not ending up getting married. Like HL doesn’t show people in bed together rubles they are married and for them to not even end up getting married at least at this point and them being in bed still kinda surprised me. I did like Michelle and Kevin’s acting tho in the snow in the kitchen and the last scene, especially Kevin. He was literally almost crying and devastated that Lou was breaking up with him, even tho he would be the one who’s dreams aren’t met, which is super cute in my opinion as shows how much he loves her, but I know that might not end up working out well and Mitch could resent her later. I have always wanted an emotional scene between these 2 cuz Kevin and Michelle would knock it out of the park and they did, but I was more hoping along the lines of an emotional scene of them comforting each other during hard times, not during a break up but oh well I guess. Okay rant over but I will probs have more to say later.

Tim and Jessica were cute and was I the only one thinking that this is literally like the casey situation where Tim goes on a trip with her right after they meet to get to know her better? He acts like it’s a big deal this time when he’s literally done it before. But still cute.

The thing that actually made the episode for me was Jack and Lisa skating together. It was literally so cute. Oh and when Mitch rolled over in bed and Lou grabbed his hand too. I also loved Shadow running to Amy and acting all playful too

Something I hope they address in s15 is georgies grief since we never saw it really. It was just weird to me this season to sort of feel like I was on the outside of Georgies life. Like I know Alisha had other commitments but the stories she had when she was there felt surface level which was just weird to me cuz I’m used to more in depth stories with her with way more detail.

This might sound kind of bad but I’m not a huge fan of ty and Amy so I haven’t really gotten sad or teared up when there’s been sad moments with them, but that ending scene got me when he waved and she waved back haha. But also confused why they jumped ahead 6 months? They literally never do that but I guess that was what they thought was the best way to end the season. Hopefully that doesn’t really mess up the timeline for s15 and I don’t think it will since it was just Amy shown but I was so surprised I paused it

I just have to say tho what a great season. And to have to film it with all the covid protocols and hardships just wow. Can’t wait for a s15!!!

This could have pretty much been written by me! I’m not going to repeat everything you just said, but few points I also want to echo:

- The whole Lou/Mitch situation has been frustrating for years now, and I would’ve probably been so done with them already if it wasn’t for Michelle and Kevin. I think they are the reason I’m drawn to them in the first place because they act so well together and they have great chemistry. I honestly don’t know what could happen in S15 if this is just a break, because this kid thing is such a complicated issue. Right now it seems like whichever option (kid/no kid) they would choose, the other one might end up regretting the choice or resenting their partner, and I don’t think that’s a healthy way to deal with this. 

- We’ve been suspecting Peter’s feelings for a while now, but Lou’s feelings were kind of a surprise for me. I know she’s loved Peter even after the divorce, but not like she used to, if that makes sense. I always assumed it was one of those “I respect you and you will always be important to me” kind of loves, that is more on the platonic side. So how is Lou all of a sudden so drawn to Peter? The wedding somehow jolted old feelings back? Or because he’s been there for her and Mitch’s been away (even when they’ve stayed in touch)? What if they’d get together, how would the relationship work? Would they still have the same problems they did when they divorced? Has something changed? 

- I did love Georgie this season, she seems so mature, but at the same time, everything kind of felt... bland? If that makes sense. There was really not many surprises with her. I know she was only in like half of the episodes, but still. I’m not saying they should’ve come up with something dramatic for her and Quinn for the sake of drama, but I think she just needed... something more. It’s like you said, she felt kind of unattached to the rest of the story.

- The whole six months thing made me a bit confused too. So if that is already S15 timeline, will things pick up from there, or...? I guess we’ll see.

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Ice Cold ~Part 2

A/N: Hi baby beans! Part 2 coming in hot. Hope you enjoy!! :)

Seeing my pictures in the papers sparked two things, joy and frustration.

Joy because it was so cool to see a picture I took on the front of everyone's sports section. It felt like such an accomplishment. I was really proud of myself.

Frustration because someone had taken pictures of me and William walking around, igniting rumors. I kept my scarf over the bottom half of my face for the subway ride to work. I got there on time and started taking off all the winter layers. I hoped people would forget about that picture by this point, but I was wrong.

"Hey romantic walk in the falling snow." Amy teased me, not looking up from her computer in our office.

"God has everyone seen that?"

"Pretty much. It's been on the news for like a week almost." She clicked out of what she was doing and turned to me. "So tell me everything!"

"There's not really much to tell. We walked around and talked about hockey and our mutual distrust of the general public. He walked me to the subway and I went home."

"Oh come on there has to be some better details in there than that!"

"I mean he said that I was really interesting to him and that he wanted to know me?"

"Alright I guess that's something."

"Oh! Auston Matthews hates me I'm pretty sure!"

"What? Why? Bitch what on earth did you do to Auston Matthews?"

"Nothing! He was mad that William came over to talk to me and just glared the whole fucking time."

"That's weird."

"Right?! Then I could've sworn I saw him across the road when I was going down to the subway but he just disappeared. It was probably nothing but it was so creepy feeling."

"Yeah no I don't like that. Maybe stay away from Auston if you can?"

"I'm definitely going to try to do that."

"You'll have to start after today though."

"Ugh why?"

"A bunch of the leafs will be coming through the studio today. I don't know what it's for, the debrief is on the desk but it's not that helpful. Just says who will be there. Yes William will be too. Don't act like you weren't about to run over to check."

"Hey, I wasn't gonna run. Do I look like I run?" I said gesturing to my body.

"Not really. That's fine though cuz me neither. I like your outfit today though, it's cute! Peter would like." She said wiggling her eyebrows.

"Ew don't start." I looked down at myself. Nothing special or even revealing. Black high-waisted jeans with a baggy sweatshirt tucked into them and bright yellow cheetah printed shoes.

"Well he would." She said getting up and leading the way to the studio.

"Yeah I got that."

"He likes you."

"Got that too."

"You don't like him?"

"He sent me a selfie in his bathtub the other night."

"Was it a good one..?"

"No!" I said shocked that she'd even ask. The leafs were in the studio so I lowered my voice, embarrassed.

"Hey you never know."

"Amy. There is nothing sexy or cute about a grown man sitting in a dirty bathtub. Mix the fact that he had more hair on his chest than a fucking bear and you get a lot of no thanks."

"Yeah that sounds pretty fucked."

"He asked for some bath pictures back. I said no and he didn't listen so I'm not into that at all." I shrugged, handing her the camera. I was supposed to just be assisting with lighting today. The first half of the day went by pretty quickly. We had some craft services taking care of lunch which was nice. It was clear that the team had these kinds of cliques going on. I brought it up to Amy.

"I dunno what do you mean?"

"Like they just split so fast. William, Kasperi, Auston, Mitch, Morgan. And then like literally everyone else. I just thought it was strange."

"Oou here comes lover boy."

"Shut up." I said smacking her arm.

"Poor Peter never had a chance." I glared at her until she left and William walked up.

"Hi frowny."

"Hi."

"So bathtub pictures from Peter huh?" He said with the look of mischief in his eyes.

"Man you really do hear everything. Yes he sent me a picture of him in the tub."

"That's a little forward isn't it? Maybe I'm old fashioned but that seems aggressive."

"No it is aggressive. That's why it seems like it, because it absolutely is. It was gross. Then he was trying to pressure me which was also gross."

"He tried to pressure you?"

"Yeah to send a picture back to him. He didn't accept my first no. Or my third. Or even my 10th. I'm avoiding him."

"I don't blame you." He brushed his fingers across my shoulder. "I'd kill him if I were you."

"It doesn't matter. He's not the first and probably won't be the last."

"That's so awful."

"It's fine. I'll just avoid him."

"But what if you can't?"

"Then I'll deal with it as it comes. It's honestly fine William, I can deal with it." I said putting my hand around his bicep.

"I don't want you to have to though."

"It's alright William I promise. Besides he hasn't texted me since the media ran with that picture. I'm sorry about that by the way. I guess Auston was right to hate me."

"Auston doesn't hate you. It's just complicated that's all. It's nothing against you and everything against people. He doesn't like people either."

"I guess that's fair. Tell him not to look at me like he wants to rip my head off then. It's unnerving."

"Being unnerved by him probably isn't the worst thing in the world."

"Hey Willy, who's this?" Kasperi asked swinging his arm around William's shoulder. William rolled his eyes.

"Kappy she introduced herself at the beginning."

"Sorry I wasn't really paying very close attention. These things are usually kind of boring. No offense."

"None taken. I hate it when I'm on the other side of the camera. It's awful. I'm (y/n)." I said reaching my hand out to shake his extended one.

"Kasperi. It's nice to meet you. Hopefully we'll be seeing you around more." He said grinning at William before leaving.

"Asshole."

"What did he mean by that?"

"It's just been a long time since I was interested in anything except hockey. Me and Kas are roommates and he worries about me sometimes, that's all."

"Oh I see. He seems nice."

"He is! He's a really nice guy. My best friend."

"Well then I guess it's good he doesn't hate me too."

"Auston doesn't hate you."

"I don't believe you."

"Stubborn." He said smiling as he bumped his shoulder into mine.

"That's meeeee."

"Can I get your number? Or will you be stubborn on that too?"

"I dunno.." I said pretending go think about it making him laugh.

"I promise I won't send you pictures of me in the bathtub."

"Oh alright then sure." I took his phone and typed out my number in contacts. "Although I don't think I'd really mind one from you. You still wouldn't get one back though."

"I would never ask for one."

"You're a gentleman William."

"Hardly, but I try my best."

"What are you doing after this?"

"Um I didn't really have any big plans afterwards. I have plans right after I'm done here but I'm free about 30 minutes later. Why?"

"I was wondering if you maybe wanted to do something after. Like get a coffee or something maybe?"

"Why do you sound so unsure?"

"Because I am unsure?"

"But why?"

"I'd rather not go into all my insecurities right now at work."

"Alright I can respect that. We will talk about them later though, because they're silly and unnecessary in this situation."

"Are they?"

"Yes. Absolutely."

"Why?"

"I think you are the sweetest thing."

"William.."

"I mean it. You don't have anything to be nervous about. I'd love to get coffee with you after." He said with a warm smile.

"Okay." I said matching the smile.

The rest of the photoshoot went by pretty quickly. Whether that was because it was faster or because I was floating on cloud 9 that William didn't reject me. The boys left and I went back to the office with Amy after tearing down our little set.

"So, a date with William huh?"

"I don't know if it's a date really. It's just coffee."

"Oh come on you're blushing so hard! It's a date!"

"Shut up!"

"What did he say to you before that made you blush?"

"Man you notice everything." I mumbled.

"You could see it across the studio! Now what did he say!"

"He said he thought I was the sweetest thing and to not be so insecure around him because he thinks I'm interesting." I said blushing again thinking about it.

"This is such a date!"

"No. Now stop yelling."

"How? Tell me how this is not a date?"

"I don't know if he thinks of it as one that's all." I said shrugging.

"I do." William said making me jump.

"Holy fuck."

"At least if you wanted it to be of course."

"How long have you been standing here for?"

"Not long at all." He said with a smirk.

"Uuugh liar. You heard everything didn't you?"

"Perhaps." He said laughing as I groaned and slid down my chair. "Hello Amy, nice to see you again."

"Yeah you too Will. We're just about done here so you can take her away."

"I will do just that." He grabbed my coat off the hook and held it out. I tried to grab it but he pulled back. "Turn around."

"Uh okay.." I did as I was told and let him slip it over my shoulders. It was a strangely intimate moment. Amy broke it with a cough hiding her laugh although not very well. I kicked my shoes off and put my boots on.

"Bye (y/n) see you this weekend!"

"Yeah see you."

"Bye Amy."

"Bye Will."

We walked out of the building pretty quietly except me saying thank you to him opening doors for me. We started towards the closest Tim Horton's.

"So you didn't want this to be a date?" He asked.

"What? No of course I wanted it to be!" I blushed really hard at that one. "Uh I mean.."

"I was under the assumption that it was one but after overhearing your conversation I wasn't sure."

"No one likes an eavesdropper William." I teased elbowing him in the side. "I just didn't know if you'd want it to be."

"I told you you didn't have to be so unsure. I think you're lovely. I should be so lucky to have you want to go on a date with me."

"I think you've definitely got that backwards. I'm the lucky one."

"We could argue that all day and with how stubborn you are I'm sure you would, but I'd rather not."

"Sorry."

"Don't be. Nothing to be sorry about." 

"I am pretty stubborn. It's not cute." I said laughing.

"I have a hard time believing there's anything about you that isn't cute." He said opening the door for me. 

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding once inside the warm store. William led me to the back of the store to sit. He pulled out my chair for me. I blushed again of course.

"What would you like to drink?"

"What no William I'm paying."

"I hardly think so. Tell me what you want stubborn girl."

"A small candycane hot chocolate."

"Alright. See was that so hard?"

"Don't get all grin-y and triumphant. I only gave in because you weren't going to budge."

"That's all it takes?" He asked laughing, walking away to order. He came back a minute later with drinks. "Careful it's hot."

"Thank you but you really didn't have to pay. I invited you. I feel bad."

"Don't feel bad. I have money to spare."

"It's not the money, it's the principle of it."

"I don't believe that women should pay for a first date. Or any date for that matter."

"How come? Most guys don't want to pay."

"I'm a little old fashioned, as I said the other night."

"It's like you're from a completely different time."

"Maybe I am." He said raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah maybe. You're definitely sweeter than any guy I've ever met."

"That's very nice of you to say since people say I'm heartless."

"I have a hard time believing that."

"You haven't seen me in a light that would make you believe it."

"I really don't think I would think that anyway. Even after seeing you in a light that doesn't make you look that great."

"I hope you never see me that way so we don't have to find out."

"We probably won't. I can't see you ever doing anything really bad."

"I love your faith in me. It's sweet."

"You're sweet."

"Thank you." He murmured with warm eyes.

"Um you're welcome." 

"Why are you blushing?"

"Sorry, you just do this thing and it makes me feel weird."

"I'm sorry."

"No don't be, it's a good weird. I just forget everything I'm thinking. Like my brain goes dumb or something."

"And that's a good thing?" He asked skeptically.

"Well I mean maybe not the dumb brain part but it feels good. Warm." It was almost like I forgot I was speaking out loud. I looked into his eyes and got embarrassed. "Sorry that was weird to say and probably too much, I'm so sorr-"

"Hey shh." He said putting his hand over mine. "You're fine."

"I'm just worried I'm gonna be weird and it'll be too much."

"You aren't too much. Do you want to go walk around a bit?"

"Sure I'd like that."

We walked out of the Tim Horton's and started down the road. It was really cold with the wind whipping around the buildings off the lake.

"I don't know how you're not freezing right now."

"I spend my life on ice. I'm used to the cold."

"But the wind is so awful. You don't deal with that on the ice."

"That is true. You really caught me there." He mumbled.

"It must just be cuz you're a boy. Boys never get cold."

"That could be, darling. Now tell me why you were so unsure asking me to hangout."

"So you didn't forget about that huh?"

"Pfft hardly. Tell me."

"It's going to sound so stupid to you I bet."

"Try me."

"I've just had a lot of really bad experiences with dating. I'm not usually the kind of person people want to date. They all think I'm only good for one thing if you know what I mean."

"You thought I was just messing with your feelings?"

"I dunno. You could be. You're way out of my league, you could've just felt bad for me and are being nice."

"That's so ridiculous (y/n).. I would never ever do that to you. I don't feel bad for you at all. Well maybe that you had to see a picture of Peter in a dirty bathtub." He said with a wink making me laugh.

"God it was so awful Will. I haaated it."

"Well it sounds like you had every reason to."

"That's also why I was feeling kind of bad today.. he just kind of solidified that I'm only good for sex and that isn't the kind of person I want to be."

"That is absolutely not what kind of person you are. You never have to be that person again." He said staring at me intently. I half hoped he meant that he was going to be sticking around for a long time but the insecurity in me shut that thought down.

"I have so much more to offer, ya know?"

"I don't know but I look forward to learning everything else you have to offer." He said slipping his hand into mine and intertwining our fingers. I smiled and looked up to meet his kind eyes. "If you'll permit me of course."

"I'm starting to think that all the walls I have built up are going to crumble with you."

"Good. I want that. Eventually all my guarded walls will come down too I believe. You seem to have that effect on people. I mean just look how comfortable Peter is!" He joked as I groaned loudly, making him light up with laughter. It really made me happy that I could cause that reaction.

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Retrievers - VI - Pain

I hope you guys like the picture~

Russia is eventually dragged back inside, and everything feels numb. He barely registers the blood dripping down the backs of his calves.

'Is America okay?'

'Please?'

'He has to be okay.'

'It should've been me.'

He's pulled into the living room. He numbly looks around and notes how the doorways are being guarded. Most of the younger states are huddled in the middle of the room. Russia wanders in and his knees give out from under him.

Lightheaded.

Falling.

Russia crumples to the floor, and the floor spins from behind the spots in his vision. He gasps as the floor suddenly comes up to meet him. His clothes are heavy, and his heart even heavier. He chokes on his breath and bites his lip. His whole body aches, and his heart pounds in his ears.

Russia curls up on himself, huddling up on the floor. Shivers wrack his body, and he can't keep his hands from shaking violently. His legs throb, and emotions clog his throat. He grasps at his head with his sticky, dirty hands.

'It should've been me. It should've been me. It should've been me. It should've been me. Itshould'vebeenme,' his thoughts scream, looping an unwanted mantra through Russia's mind.

'Why did he do that?'

Someone pulls his dripping sweater off of him, but Russia doesn't even fully notice. When Russia comes back to reality, he's sitting in nothing but boxers wrapped up in fuzzy blankets.

'How did I get here?'

Russia brings the fuzzy blankets up to his face as if to hide from the world.

But Russia can't ignore his surroundings for long. Finland leads some of the older states to clear the house, and America is laid down next to Russia. And Russia finds that he can't ignore the motion around him without beginning to spiral into a panic.

Russia stares down at America's heavily bruised face. Russia's heart twists and nausea hits him hard. Tears gather in his eyes, and he doesn't try to stop them.

'That should've been me.'

Russia reaches out to brush America's hair back but retreats before touching him. He feels shame as if giving America affection now would be taboo.

Russia looks up to someone waving at him blankly. Someone tells him something, and Russia nods, but he didn't really understand a word.

Then, someone shoves his shoulder back. Russia's head jerks up and he sees Dixie standing over him. But Russia notes Dixie doesn't look angry.

"Hey, Russ, can you hear me?"

Russia nods.

"Are you willing to work this out with Amy?" Dixie asks, vaguely gesturing to Russia and America on the couch.

Russia stills. He glances down at America's face and winces at the cuts and marks. He looks back up.

'Do I?'

'Yes,' the answer pops up almost immediately.

"Yes. I am."

Dixie offers a tired smile. He pulls over an ottoman and he sits down on it in front of Russia.

"Good. Let's figure out a plan for that."

"Wha- really?" Russia asks, his eyes wide.

Dixie laughs quietly.

"Amy loves ya, and I'm here to help cuz you two are a little dense."

Russia looks away with a red face.

"So, I know you want to go get your brother, and Amy wants to keep the states safe. Now, how do we compromise?"

Russia hums a little, carefully brushing America's hair.

"Is there some way we could keep the states here?" Russia asks carefully, his voice unsure.

Dixie hums, unsure.

"Maybe..." Dixie says, looking off into the distance.

"Dixie!" Texas shouts from across the house, "Could we have a little help over here?"

Dixie hops up. "Yeah! I'll be right there Tazz," Dixie calls up.

Dixie glances over his shoulder at Russia.

"Fix this, okay?"

Dixie runs off before Russia can say anything.

Russia sinks back and pulls his hands to his chest.

"Hii," someone slurs to Russia's right.

Russia's head whips around, and he sees America trying to get his attention. Russia's heart squeezes in his chest.

"America?"

"Why are you calllin' me that?" America asks, his words slurring together, "you call me Meriii."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. A' course."

"...."

"Are youuu okay?"

Russia nods, and America crinkles his nose.

"Noooo. Don't lie."

Russia looks away.

America pouts.

They sit in silence for a minute before Russia feels someone tug on his blankets. Russia turns and sees America trying to take it.

"Meri?"

"Yeah?"

"What are you doing?"

"I... uhh," America's eyebrows furrow and his eye looks unfocused, "uhhh.... oh. Wanted to be with you. With blankets."

Russia looks down and is about to deny it until he catches America's gaze. Russia's resolve crumbles at America's confused puppy eyes. Russia lifts up a corner of the blankets and America carefully crawls on top of him.

Russia couldn't help but notice how America clearly tries to avoid putting much pressure on his broken leg and the left side of his chest. America lays his back onto Russia's chest.

Russia very gently drapes the blankets over America's chest.

"Rue..."

Russia smiles into his hand.

"Rue!"

"What?"

"Guess what."

"What?" Russia replies, and he can't help the smile growing on his face, even with the bittersweet feelings in his chest.

"I looooooove you," America says, a huge smile on his face.

"I love you too," Russia admits.

"...'m sorry. I'm very sorry for fighting with you."

America's face falls.

"I didn't mean to back down," America slurs, "don't want that. Promise."

"Shhh, it's okay," Russia says softly.

"Noooo," America whines, "it's not. You're sad. I'm sorry."

Russia shushes him, "You're hurt, it's okay."

"But-"

"It's okay."

America sniffles.

"'m very sorry. Please... 'm so sorry."

"Shhh. It's okay."

Russia leans back.

'We'll figure this out. Eventually. But right now... it's not the best idea.'

"My head hurts," America whines.

"I'd imagine it does," Russia replies.

"Where's the octomonster?"

"Octomonster?"

America makes a weird roaring noise and shakes his hands as if to demonstrate. Russia can't help but laugh. America winces and his arms cradle his chest.

"Russia here swung it around like a giant beanbag and chased it out of here," Tennessee says.

"You did?" America asks, looking up with stars in his eyes.

Russia looks away, butterflies filling his stomach.

"Wait, are you hurt?" America asks frantically.

"Only my legs," Russia admits.

America begins reaching around under the blankets and he quickly finds the bandaged wounds. Russia winces and nearly recoils. America doesn't seem to notice, and soon, Russia feels magic being pumped into his legs.

"Wait. Stop."

"What?"

"You should worry about healing yourself," Russia says.

"But that's gonna take forever. And then who's gonna protect me the whole time?" America asks.

Russia freezes and stares with wide eyes. America doesn't seem to notice Russia's reaction.

'I can't give up on this,' Russia decides, 'I can't.'

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My Immortal...but make it Pride and Prejudice

For my final project, I decided to rewrite My Immortal (the infamous fanfiction) as if the original author were writing a Pride and Prejudice fanfiction instead of a Harry Potter one! I do not own My Immortal nor do I own Pride and Prejudice! Basically none of this is my original text, all credit goes to Tara Gilesbie and Jane Austen.

Chapter 1.

AN: Special fangz (get it, coz Im goffik) 2 my gf (ew not in that way) raven, bloodytearz666 4 helpin me wif da story and spelling. U rok! Justin ur da luv of my deprzzing life u rok 2! Dis stry is like if lizzy wuz goth so itz nut boring! MCR ROX!

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Hi my name is Lizzy Dark’ness Dementia Raven Bennet and I have long curly brown hair with purple streaks and red tips that reaches my mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Amy Lee (AN: if u don’t know who she is get da hell out of here!). I’m a vampire but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I live in a town called Longbourn with my parents, my three younger sisters, and one older sister (I’m twenty). I’m a goth (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. For example today I was wearing a black corset with matching lace around it and a black leather miniskirt, pink fishnets and black combat boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was walking outside Longbourn. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of preps stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.

“Hey Lizzy!” shouted a voice. I looked up. It was…. Fitzwilliam Darcy!

“What’s up Mr. Darcy?” I asked.

“Nothing.” he said shyly.

But then, I heard my sisters call me and I had to go away.

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AN: IS it good? PLZ tell me fangz!

Chapter 2.

AN: Fangz 2 bloodytearz666 4 helpin me wif da chapta! BTW preps stop flaming ma story ok!

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The next day I woke up in my bedroom. It was snowing and raining again. I opened the door of my coffin and drank some blood from a bottle I had. My coffin was black ebony and inside it was hot pink velvet with black lace on the ends. I got out of my coffin and took of my giant MCR t-shirt which I used for pajamas. Instead, I put on a black leather dress, a pentagram necklace, combat boots and black fishnets on. I put on four pairs of earrings in my pierced ears, and put my hair in a kind of messy bun.

My sister, Jane (AN: Raven dis is u!) woke up then and grinned at me. She flipped her long waist-length blond hair with pink streaks and opened her forest-green eyes. She put on her Marilyn Manson t-shirt with a black mini, fishnets and pointy high-heeled boots. We put on our makeup (black lipstick white foundation and black eyeliner.)

“OMFG, I saw you talking to Mr. Darcy yesterday! Did you know he has ten thousand a year?!” she said excitedly.

“Yeah? So?” I said, blushing.

“Do you like Mr. Darcy?” she asked as we left our shared bedroom and went downstairs.

“No I so fucking don’t!” I shouted.

“Yeah right!” she exclaimed. Just then, Mr. Darcy knocked on the door! One of the servants opened the door and he  walked up to me.

“Hi.” he said.

“Hi.” I replied flirtily.

“Guess what.” he said.

“What?” I asked.

“Well, Charles Bingley and I are hosting a ball at Netherfield Park” he told me.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God!” I screamed. I love going to balls!. Dancing is my favorite thing to do, besides reading or walking or drinking blood.

“Well…. do you want to go with me?” he asked.

I gasped.

Chapter 3.

AN: STOP FLAMMING DA STORY PREPZ OK I KNO THEY DIDNT HV GOFF CLOSE N 1800S!! I JS WNT THEM TO BE GOHT! odderwize fangs 2 da goffik ppl 4 da good reveiws! FANGS AGEN RAVEN!.

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On the night of the ball I put on my black lace-up boots with high heels. Underneath them were ripped red fishnets. Then I put on a black leather minidress with all this corset stuff on the back and front. I put on matching fishnet on my arms. I straightened my hair and made it look all spiky. I felt a little depressed then, so I slit one of my wrists. I read a depressing book while I waited for it to stop bleeding. I painted my nails black and put on TONS of black eyeliner. Then I put on some black lipstick. I didn’t put on foundation because I was pale anyway. I drank some human blood so I was ready to go to the ball.

I went outside. Mr. Darcy was waiting there in front of his carriage. He was wearing a his normal fancy clothes and a little eyeliner (AN: A lot fo kewl boiz wer it ok!).

“Hi Mr. Darcy!” I said in a depressed voice.

“Hi Lizzy.” he said back. We walked into hisblack carriage and drove to NetherfieldWhen we got there, we both hopped out of the carriage. We went to the dance floor and danced together.

“That violinist is so fucking hot.” I said to Mr. Darcy, pointing to him as he played, filling the room with his amazing music.

Suddenly Mr. Darcy looked sad.

“What’s wrong?” I asked as we moshed to the music. Then I caught on.

“Hey, it’s ok I don’t like him better than YOU!” I said.

“Really?” asked Mr. Darcy sensitively and he put his arm around me all protective.

“Really.” I said. “Besides I don’t even know him and he’s not even rich.” I said disgustedly.

The night went on really well, and I had a great time. So did Mr. Darcy. After the ball, we drank some wine Mr. Darcy and I crawled back into the carriage, but Mr. Darcy didn’t go back to Longbourn, instead he drove the carriage into……………………… the forest!

Chapter 4.

AN: I sed stup flaming ok lizzy’s name is LZIZY nut mary su OK! DARCY IS SOO IN LUV wif her dat he is acting defrent! dey nu eechodder b4 ok!

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“MR. DARCY!” I shouted. “What the fuck do you think you are doing?”

Darcy didn’t answer but he stopped the flying car and he walked out of it. I walked out of it too, curiously.

“What the fucking hell?” I asked angrily.

“Lizzy?” he asked.

“What?” I snapped.

Mr. Darcy leaned in extra-close and I looked into his gothic red eyes (he was wearing color contacts) which revealed so much depressing sorrow and evilness and then suddenly I didn’t feel mad anymore.

And then…………… suddenly just as I Mr. Dacry kissed me passionately. Darcy climbed on top of me and we started to make out keenly against a tree. He took of my top and I took of his clothes. I even took of my bra. Then he put his thingie into my you-know-what and we did it for the first time.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! ” I screamed. I was beginning to get an orgasm. We started to kiss everywhere and my pale body became all warm. And then….

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU MOTHERFUKERS!”

It was…………………………………………………….Mr. Bennet!

Chapter 5.

AN: shjt up prepz ok! PS I wnot update ubtil u give me goood revows!

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The next day I woke up in my coffin. I put on a black miniskirt that was all ripped around the end and a matching top with red skulls all over it and high heeled boots that were black. I put on two pairs of skull earrings, and two crosses in my ears. I spray-painted my hair with purple.

In the breakfast room, I ate some Count Chocula cereal with blood instead of milk, and a glass of red blood. Suddenly someone bumped into me. All the blood spilled over my top.

“Bastard!” I shouted angrily. I regretted saying it when I looked up cause I was looking into the pale white face of a gothic boy with spiky black hair with red streaks in it. He was wearing so much eyeliner that I was going down his face and he was wearing black lipstick. He was wearing red contact lenses just like Mr Darcy’s. He had a manly stubble on his chin. He had a sexy English accent. He looked exactly like Joel Madden. He was so sexy that my body went all hot when I saw him kind of like an erection only I’m a girl so I didn’t get one you sicko. He was here with some other officers to visit my sister, Lydia.

“I’m so sorry.” he said in a shy voice.

“That’s all right. What’s your name?” I questioned.

“My name’s George Wickham, although most people call me Vampire these days.” he grumbled.

“Why?” I exclaimed.

“Because I love the taste of human blood.” he giggled.

“Well, I am a vampire.” I confessed.

“Really?” he whimpered.

“Yeah.” I roared.

We sat down to talk for a while. Then Mr. Darcy came up behind me and told me he had a surprise for me so I went away with him.

Chapter 6.

AN: stop flaming ok! i skipped time cuz the middle is boring lul so jus pretnd it al happned!MCR ROX!

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I was trying to sleep when suddenly, an horrible woman with beady eyes and wrinkly skin and everything started knocking on the door! She was wearing all black but it was obvious she wasn’t gothic. It was…… Lady Catherine de Bourgh!

“No!” I shouted in a scared voice but then Lady Catherine grabbed my arm and I couldn’t run away.

“Let me go!” I shouted at her and scratched her arm. Lady Catherine fell on her but and started to scream. I felt bad for her even though I’m a sadist so I stopped.

“Lizzy.” she yelled. “Thou must not marry Fitzwilliam Darcy!”

I thought about Mr. Darcy and his sexah eyes and his black hair. I remembered that Mr. Wickham had said that Mr. Darcy was evel, but he told me himself it was all Wickham’s fault!

“No! Please!” I begged.

“Thou must!” she yelled. “If thou does not, then I shall tell everyone about how Lydia and Wickhma had sex before marriage !”

“How did you know?” I asked in a surprised way.

Lay Catherine got a dude-ur-so-retarded look on her face. “Everyone thinks that already.” she answered cruelly. “And if you doth marry Darcy, then thou know what will happen to your sister!” she shouted. Then she ran away angrily.

I was so scared and mad I didn’t know what to do. Suddenly Dracy came into the house.

“Mr. Darcy!” I said. “Hi!”

“Hi.” he said back but his face was all sad. He was wearing white foundation and messy eyeliner kind of like a pentagram (geddit) between Joel Madden and Gerard Way.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“No.” he answered.

“I’m sorry I got all mad at you but I thought you were mean to Mr. Wickham.” I expelled.

“That’s okay.” he said all depressed “Will you mary me?”

“Yes!!” i said exitedly and we went back into Longbourn together making out.

Chapter 7

AN: well I hav noffing 2 say but evrt1 stup glamming ok!!111 if any gofik ppl r reading dis den u rok!!!11 omfg im leeving dubya pretty soon kant wait!!! Diz wil prolly be da last chaptah until I kum bak.

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Mr. Darcy and I went to Jan’e swedding to Mr. Bingley and we were all happy and clapped when they kissed! Even tho I’m goth, I stil love my sister and am glad she’s happy. Mr. Darcy and I announced our engagement and everyone was happy. My mom fainted with hpapiness because she knew he was rich lolz. My dad didn’t want tme to marry him at first bcuz he though Drayc was meant to me but I told him i loved him so it wuz ok.

Whe got married and i wore al black corest, red fishnets on my legs and purple fishnets on my arms ,a blakc lace vail, and a lether black skirt. Mr Darcy told me I was beautiful and now we’re married!

[praphit]

Let’s Party! - with Candyman

We are about to celebrate our independence in 2020. But, for me to fully celebrate, I think we're going to have to eliminate some of this tension.

I was in a small coffee shop the other day. This shop makes me feel good. They've got a cute lil flamingo outside of the place. There's a tiny statue of a cute old man inviting people in for coffee. It's a cute, cozy, family atmosphere... normally. The day I was there, there was a lot of tension; mainly due to the Tv.

A news story would come on of white people saying stupid things, and all of the POC would stare at the white people. Then, a story of people not wearing masks, and we would all stare at people outside the shop, who weren't wearing mask or weren't wearing them correctly. Then, a story about defunding the police, as there's one lone officer right in the middle of the coffee shop. We all stared at him. It was so uncomfortable. I even became angry when they got my order wrong. The barista had the nerve to tell me "It's ok, I'll just make you another one." I'm thinking "Another one? You didn't get me the FIRST one! And how YOU (whitey) gonna tell me that's ok?"

TENSE!

We need a story that we can all rally behind; a common enemy to root against. My first thought was to look at horror movies for this story. I know that seems silly, but that's where you'd get that common enemy for sure. You'd think that racism would be enough of a common enemy, but there are too many pretending like it doesn't exist. You'd think that COVID-19 would be enough, but... I think that the problem there is that it's invisible.

If we had a bunch of vampires terrorizing our country, I feel like we might be more united to eradicate the enemy. We can't get rid of our prejudices, so let's refocus them. Of course, I could also see monster experts preaching to us to keep garlic around our necks to repel the vampires, and us refusing to in order to uphold our rights.

So, I spun the wheel of horror and came up with "Candyman".

We were supposed to get a new "Candyman" from Jordan Peele, but due to COVID, idk when that's going to happen. This early 90's original will have to do.

I hadn't watched this movie since I was a kid; I didn't remember much from it. I remembered the black man (vengeful spirit) with a hook, appearing throughout the inner city, killing people. I remembered bees. 

I remembered the white woman who favors Scully from "The X-Files",

I kept thinking how things could have turned out differently had Mulder & Scully been on the case, but... look, I'm not saying those two were racist, but... this truth that was out there, that they were desperately pursuing never seemed to be in the hood. I also remembered that there was no candy in this film. Why the hell is he called "Candyman"?! I remember thinking "Did white people steal all of his candy? Is that why he's pissed, and is killing folks?"

Well, no, but I wasn't too far off.

Candyman, was a very intelligent artist who had promise, and who's only "crime" was falling in love with a white woman. He not only fell in love with one, but impregnated her as well. White people couldn't handle that, so... horrible things ended up happening to Candyman as a result, and now when one calls his name five times in a mirror, he appears in the room, and the killing begins! It's an odd transaction. Why would people keep calling out his name, when there are so many stories of other people doing so, and they end up brutally murdered? Though we kinda do that with Ronald McDonald, don't we? We keep calling and he keeps killing. So, I suppose it's realistic.

So, knock-off Scully (Helen) donned her white savior mantle, and went out into the projects to write a story about the fear of Candyman, and the harm that this fear causes. She's actually sincere, and doing some much needed work through this venture. I started to feel bad for her, because her husband is a cheating asshole. When the audience is introduced to him (a college professor), he's in the process of working his voodoo on one of his students. I'm also thinking that this isn't the first time he has cheated on her, nor the first student. There's never just one:

Weinstein, R. Kelly... Amy Cooper. 

You know dag on well that Amy Cooper had done that plenty of times before. I can see her back in high school, coercing black people to give her the answers on tests. And if they don't, she’d claim that they were cheating off of her, and we all know whom the teacher is going to believe when she calls him/her over... not to mention she's probably bangin that teacher. It just seems like Amy Cooper is the type who was bangin the teacher.

And the young lady, in the movie, who was sleeping with knock-off Scully's husband was so hoeish. To be clear, it’s way more the professor’s fault than the studen, but they didn't have to do her like that. not just in the way that she dressed (if she wants everybody to see her stuff that's her prerogative), but the fact that she had no shame in the act of sleeping with him (a married man). No shame in class. No shame in front of Helen. No shame in Helen's place. There's a scene where something awful happens to Helen, and within an hour, hoeish lady and asshole are doing the nasty. I repeat, they didn't have to do her like that. I wonder if that actress went on to do quality films? I'm just picturing her going up to producers for work -

"Oh, you were the super hoe in "Candyman" right? You were great! I've got a hoe role that you'll be perfect for." *heavy sigh* and another Sharon Stone is born.

(Look her up, kids. And be inspired.)

Eventually, Helen meets up with Candyman, and... well... he keeps on killing. She doesn't really have the effect that a white savior is supposed to have. There's no actual saving going on. In fact, one could argue that he starts killing more people because of her. Way to go, whitey :)

I've got to judge this by early 90's standards. The dialogue is pretty bad in spots-

Ex. (scene starts)

person A - "Hey, do you like coffee?"

person B - "I love coffee"

person A - "I'm going to make you some coffee."

person B - "Yum."

... that's it. END SCENE. Nothing else happened. Nothing else was said. Awkward. No real point to the scene. Idk... maybe that's just kinda how we conversed in the early 90's. There were also a lot of interactions that wouldn't make much sense today.

The music too. I liked it, but very 90's and very maddening (so I guess it works).

The rules of Candyman are still a mystery to me:

You must say his name five times, but why? And how long before it resets? - Like, if I say it three times, and then wait 3 days, say it again, and then wait a year before saying it again, would he still appear? And why in a mirror?

And what happens if his name is said by multiple people at the same time? Does his power to appear only work in that neighborhood? What if I'm right on the line? And what if I don't enunciate? - and I say something like a quick "Canman"?

So many questions.

The ending was also a bit of a mess. It was like they realized that they were running out of time, and then just kinda... ended it.

Grade: BUT, by early 90's standards, it's a solid B... I guess. The social statements it's making also pump it up.

So, there you have it. It's time to celebrate!

You could play this movie in the beginning of your celebration to get all of the race talk out of the way.

OR if you won't want people to hide from the race talk, you could be sneaky, and put this on in the middle of your celebration. Regardless (before, during, or after our drunken celebrating) it'll bring people together in some good and needed convo.

It should also convince us to be nicer to one another. We don't want anymore vengeful spirits out and about. As well as to scale down the tension. Cuz I swear, if I go back to that coffee shop, and get some white barista telling me that it's ok that they got my order wrong... imma tear down that cute flamingo and old man, and burn that shop to the ground.

[dailydianakko]

Undying Au-Fuck

help.

I woke up the next day in my coffin. I walked out of it and put on some black eyeliner, black eyesharrow, blood-bed lipstick and a black really low-cut leather dress that was all ripped and in stripes so you could see my belly. I was wearing a skull belly ring with black and red diamonds inside it. (Da night before Diana and I rent back to the skull (geddit skull koz im goffik n I like deth). Holbrooke chased Pool away. We flew there on our brooms. Mine was black and the broom-stuff was blood-red. There was lace all over it. Diana had a black MCR boom. We went back to our rooms and we had you-know-what to a Linkin Park song.) Well anyway I went down to the Grate Hall. There all da walls were painted black and da tables were black too. But you fould see that there was pink pant underneath the black pant. And there were pastors of poser bands everywhere, like Ashlee Simpson and the Backstreet Boys. “WTF!” I shouted going to sit next to Lotte Gothic Night’fall 666 and Barbara. L’Ote Gothic Nightfall 666 was wearing a black leather mini with a Good Chraloote t-shirt, black fishnets and black pointy boots. Barbara was wearing a long gothic blak dress with blood red writing that was all lacy and came up to your thighs and black boots and fishnets. Vampire, Dracula and Diana came. We started to talk about who was sexier, Mikey or Gerard Way or Billie Joe Armstrong. The girls joined in cause they were bi. “Those guys are so fucking hot.” Andrew was saying as suddenly a gothic old woman with a black beard and everything came. She was the same one who had chassed away Paul yesterday. She had normal tan skin but she was wearing white foundation and she had died her hare black. “……………….HOOLBROOKE?1!” we all gasped. “WTF?” I shouted angrily. “I thought she was just wearing that to scare Paul!” “Hello everyone.” she said happily. “As u can see I gave the room a makeover. Whjat do u fink about it?” Everyone from the poser table in Gryiffindoor started to cheer. Well we goths just looked at each other all disfusted and shook our heads. We couldn’t believe what a poser he was!1. “BTW you can call me Miranda.” SHE CALLED AS WE LEFT to our classes. “What a fucking poser!” Duana shouted angrily as we we to Transfomation. We were holding hands. Vampire looked really jealous. I could see her crying blood in a gothic way (geddit, way lik Gerard) but I didn’t say anything. “I bet she’s havin a mid-life crisis!” Su’cY shouted. I was so fucking angry. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX666XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX All day we sat angerly finking about Helbrooke. We were so fucking pissed off. Well, I had one thing to look forward too- da MCR concert. It had been postphoned, so we could all go. Anyway, I went to the common room sadly to cut classes. Diana was being all secretive. I asked what it was and she got all mad me and started crying all hot and angsty (rnt sensitve lesbian gurlz r so hot). “No one fucking understands me!1” she shouted angrily as her green and blonde hare went in her big blue eyes like Billie Joe in Boulevard of Borken Dreamz. Shee was wearing black baggy paints, a black MCR t-shirt and a black die. (geddit insted of tie koz im goffik) I was wearing a blak leather low cut top with chains all over it all over it a blak leather mini, black high held boots and a cross belly fing. My hair was al up in a messy relly high bun like Amy Lee in Gong Under. (email me if u wana see da pik) “Accuse me? What about me!” I growled. “Buy-but-but-” she grunted. “You fucking bastard!” I moaned. “No! Wait! It’s not what it fucking looks like!” she shouted. But it was to late. I knew what I herd. I ran to the bathroom angrily, cring. Diana banged on the door. I whipped and whepped as my blody eyeliner streammed down my cheeks and made cool tears down my feces like Benji in the video for Girls and Bois (VALK that is soo our video!). I TOOOK OUT A CIGARETE END STARTED TO smoke pot. Suddenly Avery came. she had appearated. “You gave me a fucking shock!” I shouted angrily dropping my pot. “Wtf do you fink you’re doing in da red team’s room?” Only it wasn’t just Avery. Someone else was with her too! For a second I wanted it 2 b Andrew or maybe Diana but it was HObrooke. “Hey I need to ask you a question.” she said, pulling out her black wanabe-goffik purse. “What are u wearing to the concert?” “U no who MCR r!” I gasped. “No I just saw there was a concert dat a lot of gothz and punx were going 2.” She said. “Anyway Diana has a surprise for u.” XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX666XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX All day I wondered what the surprise was. Meanwhile, I pot on a blak ledder mini, a blak corset with urple lace stuff all over it, an black gothic compact boots. MCR were gong 2 do the concert again, since POOL had taken over the last one. I slit my wrists while I moshed 2 MCR in my bedroom all night, feeling excited. Suddenly someone knocked on the door while I was trying on sum black clothes and moshing to Fang u 4 da Venom. I gut all mad and turned it of, but sacredly I hopped inside dat it was Diana so we could do it again. “Wut de fucking hell r u doing!” I shouted angrily. It was Picies! “R u gonna cum rape me or what.” I yelled. I was allowed to say dat because Holbrooke had told us all 2 be careful around het and Nelson since she was a pedo. “No, actshelly (geddit, hell) kan I plz burrow sum condemns.”s he growld angrily. “Yah, so u can fuk ur six-yr-old gurlfriend, huh?” I shouted sarkastikally. “Fuker.” She said, gong away. Well anyway, I put on some black eyesharow, black eyeliner, and some black lipstick and white foundation. Then I went. Den I gasped…………………………………………………………….Pieces and Nelson were in da middle of da empty hall, doin it, and Finnelan was watching!1 “Oh my god you ludacris idiot!” they both shooted angrily when they saw me. Finnelan ran away crying. Dey got up, though. Normally I wood have ben turned on (I luv cing the sheep of wuter) but both of them were fuking preps. “WTF is that why u wanted condoms?” I asked sadistically. (c I speld dat) “Only you wouldn’t give them to me!” Pisces shouted angrily. “Well you shoulda told me.” I replayed. “You dimwit!.” Nelson began 2 shoot angrily. And then………I took out my black camera and took a pic of them. U could see that they were naked and everything. “Well xcuse me!” they both shouted angrily. “What was dat al about?” “It wuz to blackmail u.” I snarked. “So now next time you see me doing it with my girlfriend you cant fuking rat me out or I’ll show dis to holbeook. So fuck off, u bastards!” I started to run. They chased me but I threw my wound at them and dey tripped over it. Well anyway, I went outside and there was Paul, looking extremely fucking hot. “WTF where’d Diana?” I asked him. “Oh she’s bein a fucking bastard. She told me she wouldn’t cum.” Vampire said shaking her hed. “U wanna cum with me? 2 the concert?” Then….. she showed me his flying car. I gasped. It was a black car. She said her rummate constanze had given it 2 her. The license plate on the front sed MCR666 on it. The one on da back said ‘AAKEW’ on it. ……….I gasped. We flew to the concert hall. MCR were there, playing. Vampire and I began 2 make out, moshing to the muzik. I gapsed, looking at da band. I almost had an orgasim. Gerard was so fucking hot! He begin 2 sing ‘Helena’ and his sexah beautiful voice began 2 fill the hall. ……….And den, I heard some crrying. I turned and saw Diana, cryin in a corner. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX666XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Later we all went in the skull. Diana was crying in da common room. “Duana are u okay?” I asked in a gothic voice. “No I’m not u fuking bitch!”s he shouted angrily. She stated to run out of the place in a suicidal way. I stated to cry cuz I was afraid she would commit suicide. “Its ok Akki.” said Vampire comfortly. “Ill make her feel better.” “U mean you’ll go fuck her wont you!” I shouted angrily. Then I ran 2 get Diana. Vampire came too. “Diana please come!” she began to cry. Tears of blood came down her pail face. I wuz so turned on cuz I love sensitive lesbun gurlz. (if ur a homophone den fuk of!) And then………………………….. we herd sum footsteps! Vampire got out her blak invincibility coke. We both gut under it. We saw the janitor Meenotar there, shouting angrily with a flashlight in his hand. “WHOSE THERE!” he shouted angrily. We saw a rat come. It went unda da invisibility cloke and started to meow loudly. “IS ANY1 THERE!” yelled Mr. Menotaur. “No fuck u you preppy little poser sun of a fukcing bich!” Vampire said under her breast in a disgusted way. “EXCUS ME! EXCUS ME WHO SED DAT!” yelled Mr. Norris. Den he heard the rat meow. “RAT is der any1 unda da cloak!” he asked. The Rat nodded. And then……………………….Vampir frenched me! She did it jus as…………………….. Mr. Mentouar was taking of da cloak!1 “WHAT DA-” he yelled but it was 2 late cuz now we were ruining away frum him. And den we saw Duana crying n bustin in2 tearz and slitting her rists outside of da school. “Diana!” I cried. “R u okay?” “I guess though.” Diana weeped. We went back to our coffins frenching each other. Diana and I decided to watch Lake Placid (c isnt da deprezzin) on the gothic red bed together. As I wuz about 2 put in the video, my eyes rolled up and suddenly I had a vision of something that was happening now. There was a knok on the door and Fafnir and da Mystery of Magic walked into the school!1 XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX666XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX All day everyone talked about the Misery of Magic. Well anyway, I woke up the next day. I was in my coffin so I opened the door. I was wearing blak lacey leather pajamas. Then I gasped. Standing in front of me where………………. B;loody Lotta Nighdfall 666, Vampire, Diabolo, Diana, Dracula and Barbara! I opened my crimson eyes. Barbara was wearing a tight black leather top with pictures of bloody roses all over it. Under that she wart a black poofy skirt wit lace on it and black gothic boots that was attached to the top. Vampire was wearing a baggy Simple Plan t-shirt and baggy black pants and Vans. Diana was wearing a black MCR t-shirt and blak jeans and a leather jacket. She looked just likee Gerard Way, and almost as fucking sexy. Vampire looked like Joel Madden. B’loody Lotte Nightf’all 666 was wearing a tight black poofy gothic dress that she had ripped so it showed of all her clearage with a white apron that said ‘bich’ and other swear words and MCR lyrics on it kind of like one dress I had seen Amy Lee wear once. Darkness (who is Avery) was there too. She was weaving a ripped gothic black dress with ripped stuff all over it and a lace-up top thing and black pointy boots. So were Hannah and Wangari. It turns out that Darkness, Diabolo, Hannahs and Wangaru’s dad was a vampire. He committed suicide by slitting his wrists with a razor. He had raped them and stuff before too. They all got so depressed that they became goffik and converted to Stanism. “OMFG” I yielded as I jumped up. “Why the fuck are u all here?” “Akki something is really fucked up.” Duana said. “OK but I need to put my fucking clothes on first.” I shouted angrily. “It’s all right. We have to go now and you look kawaii anyway. Your so fucking beautiful.” Diana said in a sexy voice. “Oh all right.” I said smiling. “But you have to tell me why your being all erective.” “I will I will.” she said. So I just put on some black eyeliner, black lipstick and red eyeshadow and white foundation. Then I came. We all went outside the Lucbh room and looked in from a widow. A fucking prep called Chole from Purple Teeam was standing next to us. She was wearing a pink mini and a Hilary Duff t-shirt so we put up our middle fingers at her. Inside the Great Hall we could see Holbreooke. FAFNIE was there shouting at Hobroooke. Finnelam was there too. “THIS CANNOT BE!” she shouted angrily. “THE SCHOOL MUST BE CLOSED!” “PAUL IS PLANNING TO KILL THE STUDENTS!” yelled Fafrnir. “YOU ARE NOT FIT TO BE THE PRINCIPAL ANY LONGER!” yelled Finnelan. “YOU ARE TOO OLD AND YOUR ALZHEIMERS IS DANGEROUS! YOU MUST RETRY OR PAUL WILL KILL YOUR STUDENTS!” “Very well.” Holbrooke said angrily. “Butt we cannot do this. We can’t close the school. There is only one person who is capable of killing Paul and she is in the school. And her name is…………………………………………………………………..Akko Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way.” Diana, Hannah, Barbara, Darkness, S’ucky, Vampire and B’loody Lotte Nightfall 666 looked at each other………I gasped.

[shadowturtlesstuff]

again but better thoughts while reading

@polandbananas20

 so my spelling is terrible in this but you know i was more focused on the book than how to spell. 

Chapter 1) good intro and good starting tone. The lady next to her sucks. Good small establishment of shane.

chapter2)shane characterisation is still consistent. I like her two new roommates (will be best friends) . My guess is the boy in the kitchen will be pilot. Family means but not intentional. Has no confidence. I was right about the boy

Chapter 3) intro of pilot properly. He's good. I love the inner monologue of shane. Trying to keep eye contact, the surprise of having a normal conversation. It sets her character well. Intro to her blog which i would love to actually read (i hope there's at least one entry we can read) pilot is a musician but not. Business major. What crap. 

Chapter 4) i really feel like shane, she is just typical fangirl/ dork and i love it. Its weird being english and reading about the things that shock them like pasta in bags.i understand the watermelon.we do get to read ‘shanes writing’ but its her personal jornal not her blog.

Chapter 5) fun chapter. Intro to rome. Love the idea that shane is heavy handed and violent. Short, not alot happened other than small character establishment.

Chapter 6)intro to creative writing class which i want/need in my life.more beatles. Woman on plane works at starbucks, will she make more appearances? 

Chapter 7) the drama???or at least wht will be the drama. Pilot has a gf, called amy (wish it was me) (wait no, bc i know that plot doesnt actually like amy anymore bc he obviously likes shane. So i take it back. I want to be shane, i mean i basically am like her but oh well.)

Chapter 8) parents. Overprotective, think they know best. Urgh. guarantee one of shanes new friends fight back to her parents to support her life choices, that do not include doctor.

Chapter 9)gets an internship at travel mag company. Thats it…..

Chapter 10)rome. Looses purse. Pilot to the anxiety riddled rescue by telling his own life story about his wallet to help calm her nerves.distracts her. Basially he would do anything for shane already.re count of rome trip from her jornal again which is a good touch to further the plot. This is making me want to read dan brown (ish) all of two books i own of him

Chapter 11) the postcards are a nice touch that i hope someone reads???? Travel buddies..just saying.chad..hmmm,im like shane,well see if he is good enough for babe. Her GODDAM stupdi mean cousins being mean on her facebook, and babe seeing (best friend moment) about pilot and the whole teasing about having a boyfriend.

Chapter 12) he didnt see (but i think he did but istn sayin anything) paris i shappening. Babe is bff confirmed and i want her as my friend 

Chapter 13)angry birds addiction starts. Level three, weak, shoulder touching it romance confirmed.awwww pilot 100% waited to sleep so he could see shane safe in bed

Chapter 14) pilot with a french accent, enough  said. The flirtinggggg.  The plane woman  is back??in paris with them????

Chapter 15)pilots choices of the back in time thing are both wit shane. Its so obvious and i love it. Pilot as a fake fangirl about the eiffel tower. More flirting,kind of. Oh god chad no.he did it. Goddammit.nooo he wull run babe and shanes friendship and maybe her and pilot. ‘Assbucket’ indeed. Her an pilot are fine and i really believe her and babe will be because when she nearly gets robbed babe giver her a sympathetic smile. Not much to go on but i have hope.

Chapter 16)okay so, fav chapter, she finally spills her guts that she has anxiety basically, that she is premed with strict parents and this is scary whilst pilots lies in bed with her to relax her bc he heard her crying. He only ecoureges her slightly before going back to his bed and sleeping. My heart, i swear, soon the roles reverse and pilot will say why he is in london and all that.

Chapter 17)babe and shane bffs confired. Chad is the worst confirmed. Of course it wasnt  break up call. Of course she wants to vist. Of course pilot is to cowardly to break up and just accepts them going to paris together. Of freaking course.

Chapter 18) do not get over pilot, it wont work. Rugby guy nooooo!im team pilot how dare you kiss shane! Wow, city of glass mention. I want to make a list of every bookmentioned.

Chapter 19) pilot is not himself (obviouls) shane is worried. She is still lying to her parents an feeling bad about. Rugby guy is thankfully a no go. Pilot finds out about the kiss and guy and is clearly silently jealous. 

Chapter 20)aww shane! Im sorry pilot sucks currently. And a stupid guys trip with flat four. No. and devil chairs. 

Chapter 21)1)love the book talk.  The loneliness is kicking in, pilot man up for gods sake

Chapter 22)this red-head plain weirdo is back and going through her list like some sort of mentore. Omg!!! No. amy is here, i dont hatte her but can she not. Also, her dad…. No! (this is the stand up moment i was on about, i hope)

Chapter 23) i do not like her dad. At all. Nooo shane...no. they found out. And acted like assholes.

Chapter 24) n1!ahhhh no! Amy has her notebook. The end is nigh.im going to cry i feel like shane. 

Chapter 25) the family dinner-family outing. Niether of them manuped and shane is depressed

Chapter 26)back in america. Still hasn’t told pilot but you know it is a slow burn

Chapter 27) I, wait? Marry, some guy? Like no. I know it’s been what six years but no. I refuse.i don’t like this so called Melvin. It’s okay she doesn’t want to marry him. She goes to see pilot and finally mans up and tells him and asks if she made it and and pilot finally man’s up and tells her no she didn’t. They get stuck in an elevator

Chapter 28) the elevators doing something. Shane wants to re do London cuz she hates life

Chapter 1?) they are both back in London? Both having the same what ever is happening? 

  Chapter 2) omg. Plane lady took them back to staRt over and pilots mad about it (obv)

Chapter 3)so… they got mad but started over and I’m excited. 100%they won’t press the restart button. I’m calling it now. Cuz pilot knows he now has a chance to do the what if’s/

Chapter 4) they keep there distance but we all know it won’t last

Chapter 5) tipsy Shane? Shawarma

Chapter 6) babe thinksthere is something going on with them( again)

Chapter7)the story about fake pilot, and the kiss. Ahhhhhhg

Chapter 8)they found the button. Shane doesn’t want to go back. I do t want them to go back. They don’t go back thank god

Chapter 9) da Vinci code flirting somehow.. Shane tells him it won’t happen u less he breaks up with last Amy.

 Chapter 10) he will break up with Amy and laris is gonna happen. 

Chapter 11) so Shane is happy again, pilot broke up with amy. Shane tried to make peace with the devil chair.

Chapter 11) they are so adorable. Aswwwwewhwhehruysnwjw

 Chapter 12) Uwuwnfhueia we get more Shane and pilot flirting, 

Chapter 13) the opposite game is adorable. I like that they get to be themselves together without the awkwardness. The start of the move game. Thats my fav. 

Chapter 14) they still have the angry birds obssesion but unlike me and supercard they know when to stop.the dance ‘move’ ahh i love. The line ‘but you do.’ just shows how much they know each other and how pilot would do anything to make her smile. And the lost move (not really a move but totally a move.) once again proves their love. Also we had that plot moment where he talks about why h chose to go to london. I adore shanes rant (?) about the things she loves. And then pilot doing the same thing. Shane vs chair is my life, like i battle chairs too. 

Chapter 15) what is tfios? Ooohhh. Fault in our stars. (i googled it)i probably shouldve known by the whole always part. The dance move came back to bite pilot in the ass and now they are dancing together. Ew chad. Yes shane! That is what chad deserves. 

Chapter 16) they get intimate and gigly and happy and aaaawwwhww

Chapter 17) im glad shane still rememebers to be friends with babe and not forget her in her lovestick state currently.

Chapter 18) her postcard….the questions that haunt her so much. Sort of accepting them herself too. She finally got to do wrecking ball, they miss internship , oh no…. Start if a downall?? 

Chapter 19) shane and pilot have fallen HARD

Chapter 20) the article is off the table. Amy is there. What the hell. No. omg pilot no, you moron. THEY BROKE UP!!! Which is fair, a break is needed. They both get back on track and then try and find a balance. Hopefully. Oh her laptop….shit...the feels when all your work is just gone. Tries to reset bc she is so depressed bc she thinks she failed again. 

Chapter 21) she cant go back (thankfully) a bookstore is always a good haven to go to when your breaking down.

Chapter 22)the redemtion (?) time to try and fix everything and get back on track.the determination and the readiness to try and make everything better for herswelf, herself, and no one else is good. She makes friends with the people in her office and works harder than befire, try to get herself out of her comfort zone and experience things

Chapter 23) the confrontation with her parents. Oh god. I hope this goes well. Its going as well as it can go. Im happy shane is sticking up for her dream so she can be happy, uugh the whole dad speech of ‘i do everything for you, i know best because im older,’ i hate it. Ooohh she is making up with leo, talking ot him this time. Im happy. Leo is gay. Cool. i hate how he got broken up with becuase of his stupid family, it sucks. ‘There is no normal.’ perfect words. 

Chapter 24) her thing is in the thing!!!( also good job me with words.) her article got published (there we go)this is where she learns she can be with pilot and be successful because tracy is with a famous author and they make it work with harder schedules. Trys to talk to her parents. This time she will make there relationship work.

Chapter 25)urgh ‘you live under my roof,on my dime…’ blah blah blah. We hate controlling parents that dont see that overprotecting and controlling their childs life does more damage than good. Babe suggest self discovery trip. Babe is a grat friends. 

Chapter 26)the button thing will work…’im mad at pilot. Or am i mad at me.’ she cracked the code. She loathed herself because of her fear of failing, but because this time she worked on herself to make herself happy she no longer hates herself. Yet she still feels the same (ish) feeling that even though she worked harder and got further that she has no summer job when she gets back to the states, her parents still wont allow her choice of work.PILOTS BACK!!!!!!! She was about to press the button and he swooped in with his music.

Chapter 27) he still follows her blog and got help from babe. His speech, finished with lamppost. Where can i get a pilot?he uploaded their song. Working through the divorce thing again but it will be better because he has shane to talk to about it. Ahhh she got a job!!! Happy ending!!! My heart!!!eeeee…

epilogoue) she becomes a successful author. Her parents have accepted her and support her. Pilots a musician. He takes her to the weird plane lady and they gobe the locket back, then he makes the ultimate move. With pictures of where they fell in love he uses the beatles russain doll things to hide a ring and when she finds it she obviously says yes. And that its unfair cuz she cant top that move. 

sooo...thats it.

i really enjoyed this book. i cannot wait for her next book. this post is longwinded i apologize but oh well? again i will link my website and review as soon as its done. so far in about five hours all i have is a paragraph so it may not be as soon as i want it to be

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La Hija--Chapter 3

30 YEARS AGO: MEXICO CITY, MEXICO

Lupe’s life had been a complicated one. She was born to a wealthy family, one that rubbed elbows with the world’s most notable wealthy. Her father Paulo Flores had created his empire out of hard work, or that’s what he would tell the many interviewers that flocked to him. The truth was that though the casino and resort business in Mexico was a booming one, the life of a crime lord was even more booming.

This is why the fifteen-year-old was here, hidden behind large packages of drugs in the barracks of La Familia’s house. After Alacran had spoken to her father to notify him of his group’s return, Lupe followed the young man down to the basement as quietly as she could. Her goal was to find El Chino, as she did every time Alacran's group went out, to check if his recklessness had done him in. Her concern was unfound as the tall teenager was fine and cheery as he polished his gun. Lupe’s eyes still look him over for sign of injuries but just as she’s finishing she jumps from the sound of the boy’s voice.

“Are you done?”

Lupe stands to her full height behind the packages, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

El Chino looks at her with a blank stare, “I’m sure you believe that.”

Lupe’s cheeks darken with a blush and she turns around with a huff. El Chino watches as the younger teenager walks in the direction of the entrance before rolling his eyes and calling out to her.

“I’m sorry for downplaying your concern, Princessa Guadalupe.”

Lupe stops mid-step. El Chino watches with a grin as she shakes with anger then flips him the bird and leaves. The eighteen-year-old boy laughs at her antics and shakes his head, still polishing his freshly used gun. The boy's expression turns love-stuck as he remembers the girl's face when he first saw her.

“Eres una niña traviesa, Princessa Lupe.”

------------------------------------------------ 18 YEARS AGO: SAN ANTONIO, UNITED STATES

Macario ‘El Chino’ Valdes had never thought he would fall in love, let alone get married or have children. Yet here he was sitting next to his tired wife of five years cradling a bundle of white and yellow blankets in his arms. He looks up to his wife and thanks her push to keep trying for a child after he had lost faith. He looks back down to the small baby and smiles with tears in his eyes.

“I’m going to have you so spoilt, mija,” he whispers to his baby, “I’m sure your tios and tias will do the same too.”

The baby does not stir as El Chino continues to coo to her. Lupe slowly opens her eyes and catches her assassin cuddling their daughter. A peaceful and humor-filled smile forms on her lips as he starts telling his story of meeting Alacran and being enlisted for his training. The heiress stays quietly watching until her husband tells the child about his run-in with the mafia lord, Paulo. It all seemed plausible until he described her father standing tall at the end of La Familia’s barracks with a thick Cuban cigar dangling from his fingertips.

“My papá never smoked cigars or cigarettes,” the woman mumbles half-asleep.

El Chino glances over at his wife and smiles, “He did in my mind at the time.”

The woman guffaws, her husband had always been dramatic. Her father was always the fit type that always works out, there is no possible way he would smoke like one of those tv show crime lords did. El Chino simply gins at his wife, content where this dangerous life had led him. Unbenosted to the new parents, Juliana had opened her eyes and was currently staring at the curious fit man and boney woman that are standing over her with appreciative eyes.

---------------------------------------- 12 YEARS AGO: MEXICO CITY, MEXICO

Alacran has been friends with El Chino for many years, almost twenty, and in all those years he had seen him angry countless times. He had seen him kill men almost three times his age and three times his size. He has seen him tear into anyone who had crossed him, and with this experience, he hopes his comradeship spares him from the mafia boss’ anger.

“Juliana,” the man shout-whispers, “Juli?”

Alacran sighs and stands up again from crouching under the barn’s table. As he huffs from standing up, he is no longer the spry twenty-five-year-old Sicario he once stared as, his eyes catch a blur of teal run out of the stable’s exit. The man quickly dashes off and follows the blur. As he reaches the open space near the stables, he sees a little girl with long hair run to the barn carrying something in her little hands.

“Damn it, Juliana,” he shouts, “You’re going to get hurt!”

The man runs to the barn and throws open the doors as he reaches it. He freezes in place stares with wide eyes at the scene in front of him.

Juliana, his six-year-old goddaughter, stood across from him in front of the makeshift shooting targets he and Chino would use every morning. The girl points at the targets and from the movement of her little shoulder, pretends she is shooting the weapon. It's an adorable yet terrifying sight, so Alacran tries his best to walk slowly up to the girl. Juliana’s eyes narrow as she hears the crunch of boots on dry hay.

Mi tio.

“What are you up to niña?”

Juliana looks up and sees her godfather looking down at her with frightened but patient eyes. Juliana looks away, scared at what would happen now that she was caught playing with her godfather’s gun. Alacran sighs and puts his hands over the girls head.

“If you wanted one, I could have gotten you one, tiny,” he mumbles.

Juliana looks up with shock, “For real?”

Alacran nods and carefully takes the gun out of the girl’s hand, “Sí, but only if you promise not to touch the real ones.”

Juliana looks down with a little blush on her chubby cheeks, “Sí tio.”

Alacran smirks as he puts his gun securely into its holder. As he looks up he catches the look in the little girl’s eyes as she turns to stare at the targets.

It’s determined.

It’s wild.

It’s fearless.

It the same look Chino would get whenever Paulo gave him a job to do.

Alacran chuckles, “I’ll teach you too.”

The little girl gasps and turns back around, “For real?”

“But no touching the real thing,” the man repeats with a wave of his finger.

The little girl nods eagerly with a smile, “Okay.”

The middle-aged mand shakes his head and breathes out:

“Traviesa.”

--------------------------------------- 6 YEARS AGO: MEXICO CITY, MEXICO

“I swear if something happened to her—”

“If something happened to her, I’ll kill them all myself and then I’ll take myself out!”

El Chino fumes back at Lupe, both concerned over their twelve-year-old daughter. The woman glares at her husband, not enjoying this ‘I-told-you-so’ moment one bit. Alacran along with Amie Perez had convinced El Chino that Juliana was ready to take to the streets. After six years of hidden training under the Sicario, Alacran could see the potential that Julian was. It was easy to convince Perez after having the young heiress run circles around the men she was training.

They had gotten together and sat down with El Chino and La Mujer to talk about the girl. After an hour of scolding for teaching the pre-teen all about the world of crime, El Chino’s interest was peaked and he wished to see his daughter in action. After witnessing his little girl run through the obstacle course with two fully stocked pistols and an AK-47 strapped to her nimble body, he reluctantly agreed to let the girl go on one trip with his drug trafficking squad.

That’s how they ended up in a screaming match in La Familia’s dining room—AKA La Familia’s meeting room. The two hot-headed parents stay glaring at each other then turn to glare at Alacran and Perez. This dance occurred many times in the span of two hours they had not heard from their daughter or the group leader.

“I’m not kidding Chino,” Lupe growls, “If my baby girl ends up hurt or—”

The woman’s sentence is cut off as the two heavy doors leading up to the room slam open and the subject of the whole room’s concern enters. Twelve-year-old Juliana enters dressed in full police uniform, a name of an officer attached to the name tag reads ‘Montilla’ and shines just as brightly as the badge above it. Over each arm is a duffle bag, so full that their forms are extended to the point of ripping at the seams.

“Holla,” Juliana greets with a wave, “Sorry, I got lost.”

The room remains quiet as the girl throws off the two duffle bags she has over her shoulder and onto the table. Juliana, in one quick motion, opens up one bag to reveal thousands of U.S. dollars bundled up inside. The other is treated the same way but this one contains the packages of drugs that were meant to be delivered. The young teen looks up and sees the room full of criminals staring at her with wide eyes and unhinged jaws. With a roll of her eyes, she begins to recount the event that happened earlier.

“The deal went bad, so they started a shoot-out,” she explains as she leans over to take Hernandez’s undrunk soda, “So when they weren’t looking, I ducked over and took both bags and ran. Somebody called the cops and a whole bunch of them showed up. I’m guessing the guys that made it out ended up in handcuffs.

“I honestly don’t know because I ran far enough to be caught by this stupid beat cop around the mall of El Este. He had me held up until he searched me and found all the stuff. Anyway, before he could call me in, I kicked his ass and knocked him out. I kind of had to dress up as him ‘cuz I stole his patrol car to get here, it’s outside so you’re going to have to do something about that papá.”

The girl then shoots them a dimpled smile before walking out of the dining room with a small but noticeable limp. The room remains quiet until Alacran starts laughing with both shock and amazement. The other leaders in the room share looks of concern while glancing over at their leader. El Chino just continues to stare at the door, his eyes unseeing. Finally, through his booming voice, Alacran speaks.

“I told you not to worry about that troublemaker!”

------------------------------------- 4 YEARS AGO: HUNTSVILLE, TEXAS

The sun glows down El Chino’s back as he stares out to the land that makes up his ranch. The horse under him digs his hoofs into the ground, impatient at remaining in one place for so long. The mafia lord looks to his right and catches his only child staring out to the property as well. The man blinks before turning back forward. He finally sighs and beings to speak after two hours of riding through the Texas wood.

“The day before I married your mother and a few months before your grandfather died, he took me on a ride like this one today.”

Juliana looks over to her father with confusion, “Papá?”

“He told me about his struggles to become the man that we was. He told me about his time in prison. He told me how he gained a dealer’s trust and then slowly another ten. He told me how they started working out of a small house and ended up in a warehouse outside of Piedras Negras. He told me about putting his life at risk to give everything he could to his wife and then to your mother. He told me about his near-death experiences, his successful deals, the rise of his casino business and expansion into resorts. He told me everything he thought I needed to know as his daughter’s husband.”

El Chino stops and looks at his daughter. Juliana stares at him with confusion.

The father sighs, “I’ve seen you grow up like a weed between two slabs of concrete, wild and free. I’ve seen you take down cartels with bullet wounds all over your body. I’ve seen you give orders and run operations like you were born to do it. You have defeated leaders and helped gown others. And to top it all off you have tackled Flores Co. with just that amount of intellect and determination. I want you to start taking over.”

“What,” Juliana gasps, “But I’m just a kid!”

Chino laughs, “That’s what your mother and I would say to your tio, but you know what? You’re not just a kid. You’re my kid.”

Juliana furrows her brows and stays silent, so Chino continues.

“You are my kid. My child. My daughter. Mi hija. You are wild. You are determined. You are intelligent. You are all of me and all of your mother, but you are also you,” Chino speaks with the seriousness of a man passing the torch to his child, “I believe in you. Your mother does too. That is all you need. You will surpass all that I have accomplished and will make a name for yourself. You will be your own person and fill the world with that narrative.

“But, how? I mean I’m a kid, and yeah you both believe in me,” Juliana half-yells, “What about everyone else? How do I get the mafia on my side? How do I get all those know-it-all men in suits to allow me to lead a multimillion dollar company? I’m fourteen!”

“You were born for this,” El Chino says with assurance, “You walk into a room and all eyes are on you. You command the space that you enter and demand submission. You outrun everyone and then some. You were born to shine in these circumstances just as I was born to do it too. I have faith in you because you are just like me.”

Juliana stares at her father, “Just like you?”

“You are me,” El Chino smiles, “But also your mother. And also, yourself. Which is why I have faith in you. I won’t give it all to you just yet, you’re barely turning fifteen in the summer, but I will give you parts until I see that you’re ready. I will never give you something I know you can't handle.”

Juliana looks down at her hands clutching her saddle. Her mind races of worse case scenarios until a thought commands her attention.

I will never give you something I know you can't handle.

Juliana looks up and catches her father’s hazel eyes. Between them, a whole lifetime of conversations passes through their connected stare. Finally, Juliana nods.

“Sí papá,” she says with a scared but decided voice, “I’ll take over.”

The man smiles as tears form in his eyes, “I knew you would, mi traviesa.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19186732/chapters/45739531

[grimtime]

The main plot of The Room is very simple and God I wish I lived in the universe in which it weren’t, just to see, what it would’ve been like if the director were allowed to go fucking ham on the script. It reads like something I’d have written when I was like 9, only to go back and remove the more blatantly unrealistic elements (pirates) and insert in a lot of what my 9 year old idea of Adult Drama would be. 

It’s about a woman (Lisa) who cheats on her fiance (Johnny) with his best friend (Mark), because she’s fallen out of love with him, and the inaction of everyone involved as well as the transgression itself drives Johnny to commit suicide.

I kinda wanna make a shittily edited montage with scenes of Mark and Johnny to Even In Death or My Immortal or something like that by Amy Lee but I don’t know how to edit video, so that’s out, for now. 

There are a few unresolved subplots as well which I’ll get to later. 

The film introduces the two main characters, Johnny and Lisa, by Johnny giving Lisa a red dress as a gift. If a man got me a sexy red dress as a gift I’d kill him. Fucking dresses and flowers and petals he’s just PERFORMING romance. He performs EVERYTHING with symbolic shorthand “oh, how do people act, men play catch I think? Eeeerrrrr then I will have my men play catch. In SUITS. Yeah this is humanity I fuckin’ nailed it.”

There’s a running thread throughout this movie, wherein Johnny’s primary mode of affection is incredibly materialistic, and his friends value him primarily for what he can do for them on a financial/material scale. #Crapitalism. Similarly Lisa is only ever valued by other people for her external appearance cuz all the men are thotty creeps. 

Blaa blaa fucking blaa dichotomy between realism crossing into surrealism Tommy Wiseau’s a misogynist and I can and will fucking make Lisa an interesting character blaa blaa fucking blaa nobody's going to read this fuck you. 

Lisa is the surreal element- every other character is pretty fuckin’ preoccupied in their social status and place in their society and maintaining it, bitch gets what she wants she ain’t about that conformity. I mean she’s also an adulterer but fucking hell I have to impose depth art is interpretive blaa blaa fucking blaa why did I delete my blog I don’t remember anyone’s URL LMAO. 

Anyway I guess there’s something to be said for Johnny destroying all his possessions at the climax of the movie. Once he loses his trophy woman to his best friend he has nothing left, does he? He really has nothing going for him. I mean he has his job still but when he loses his already pretty flimsy social life all he has left are his materialistic possessions and they can’t exactly do therapy at him. But his entire life is his job and what he can possess. Destroying the only things he has left is self destruction. SHE TORE HIM APART. 

Ripping Lisa’s red dress at the end is a symbolic murder-- because I don’t believe he ever saw Lisa as her own person. He saw her as another thing he could possess. A symbol of status he could dress up. A material. Lisa may as well have been a bit of red fabric. After all the momentum of the film often halts just to have characters comment on her hotness. Supporting this statement is the fact that, although she was lying about physical abuse, he does get pretty physical with her soon after. Foreshadowing? Fuck if I know, this movie wasn’t made competently. Was I written competently? Am I going to spiral before I die? Questions questions! All of them edgy! 

I wonder if there are any shitty fanfics written about Tommy Wiseau on wattpad. I’m not looking. But I fucking wonder.

Nevermind I looked and there’s “Trapped On An Island With Tommy Wiseau”. Fucking. Glorious. Why didn’t I pick THAT to over analyse? Holy fucking shit it’s amazing. I want to know where THAT story is going.

Whatever.

So anyway, people repeat themselves when they talk sometimes, and they do it in the movie as well. That’s cool. That’s good. That adds some naturalism to it. That makes it seem like real people talking and not actors. Yeah.

EXCEPT IT DIVES ASS OVER TEAKETTLE INTO SURREALISM! When those people repeat themselves in ways that don’t make sense as a shorthand way to progress the scene. It’s just a single step removed from [INSERT SOMETHING TO CHANGE THE SCENE HERE]. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

It’s something isn’t it. Damn. Yep. I’m chewing gum with the paper still on it just to see what happens. Hope it’s not poisoooooooon.

Aw hell I had to talk about the subplots. Iuno. INSERT SUBPLOT BLATHERING HERE. Danny took drugs. That was something. Amazingly the movie treats drugs and alcohol as bigger sins than attempted murder and assault! The characters do! Everyone does! Fucking glorious. IT’S NOT WHAT THE ILLICIT SUBSTANCES MAKE YOU DO UNDER THE INFLUENCE, IT’S THAT YA TOOK EM AT ALL! I forget what it means. 

YOU ARE TEARING ME APART, NOCTURNE-DOLCE!!!

Yeah. I wonder if I could construct a shitty emo poem using only lines of dialogue from The Room.

Don't leave I need you, I love you Everything is going wrong

You don’t want to talk to me

They trick me They didn't keep their promise They betray me, and I don't care anymore

You are TEARING ME APART

I don’t care

Everything is not okay

Don’t worry about it

It’s definitely shitty.

The more I think on it the more I realize that Lisa is literally the only character that develops as the movie goes on. I mean her development is basically “HOT ADULTERER IS EVIL WOMAN BITCH” but, yknow, at least she’s not like poor dumb Mark who has sex with her countless times and still manages to be stunned when she proposistions him for sex. 

Arguably she’s also the only character that shows any kind of agency; all the other characters seem to have their patterns. Mark asks her “why are you doing this to me” as if he’s a totally passive, blameless bystander, each scene with Claudette is exactly the same as the last, etc. The only character that really advances the plot is Lisa.

Lisa: agent of chaos and change. I unironically adore the PISS out of her dialogue. Check it the fuck out:  

You know, I really loved Johnny at first. Everything’s changed. I need more from life than what Johnny can give me. Suddenly my eyes are wide open and I can see everything so clearly. I want it all.

If he can’t give me what I want, somebody else will.

You have to take as much as you can. You have to live, live, live. 

I don’t see what the big deal is. Doesn’t everybody look out for number one? Don’t I deserve the best?

There is no baby. I told him that to make it interesting. We’re probably going to have a baby eventually anyway.

I am not responsible for Johnny. I’m through with that. I’m changing. I have the right, don’t I? People are changing all the time. I have to think about my future. What’s it to you?

Hot take: Lisa and Lola are the same character except one is a fish from Shark Tale and the other is Lisa from The Room. 

[azurexalacrity]

Care Package: A red scarf, some blueberry muffins from Tattletales along with a thermos filled to the brim with her homemade hot chocolate, a drawing Bails had done from school, and a photo. Wasn't just any photo though; a polaroid, in Abadat. With a little light gaia in the foreground... and a werehog in the background. Written on the back? 'I've been hanging onto this cuz I didnt want u to throw it away since its past tense now and all. Call it a souviner. H.Z. 🔥'

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 The door to the apartment room opened with an uneasy creak, but not one to show of some intruder waltzing in the place (or, at least, a harmless intruder). Sneakers were dragged across the floorboards, not caring in the slightest for getting leaves and possible grains of dirt to coat the flooring. Normally, this visitor would have the common courtesy for that, but oddly enough, he didn’t for this particular day.

His sneakers were kicked off to the side, now having their straps hang loosely off the sides of them. They were placed right beside the couch. The same couch where the hedgehog flopped right on top of it and buried his face into a nearby cushion.

All ten of his fingertips drilled into the cushion, beginning to poke tiny holes into the fabric and cotton. They shake slightly as the hero facepalmed himself with the pillow before just allowing his body to lay flat. The grip on the pillow eventually loosened and the usually proud hero became quiet. Quiet enough to raise some eyebrows, that’s for sure.

It was a rough day. A rough day that was nothing more but a discussion about his mental health. About his consistent nightmares, about his sudden spike of anxiety, and probably plenty of other things that he didn’t want to talk about. He knew he had to, though. He knew he had to talk with somebody about this. He knew it could get him to feel better.

But… he didn’t understand. Why isn’t he getting better?

He flipped to where his back is now on the couch. His hands clasped together as he stared at the ceiling and seeing all the dust that’s on it. He would rather watch that than to constantly have his thoughts nag him.

An irritated sigh emitted from him and he rammed his forehead against the couch. He curled himself up. Arms around his legs and legs close to his chest. He was now just a blue spec on the couch. He didn’t care. He didn’t want to be bothered anyway, and keeping himself hidden this way was the key to that.

“I thought I was gettin’ better…” he muttered; his voice barely audible and raw with emotion, “Why… aren’t I gettin’ better? I made it this far… so why aren’t I gettin’ better?”

Tears started pricking his eyes. He always hated that about himself; becoming emotional no matter what is thrown at him. If he can nearly break down at the expense of having a bad day, then… he’s not so sure how on Earth that he will get better.

He’s not so sure how he can be as strong as people make him up to be.

Before he knew it, he passed out on the couch. He was still in his curled position, just like a harmless little hoglet that’s snoring almost as loud as a bear’s roar. His feet twitched from time to time, antsy to move, but unlike his said feet, he didn’t respond to that movement. Instead, he was kept on the couch. No sleepwalking or sleep running involved.

Despite that, however, he still heard things outside of his dream world. There were faint whispers, the noise of handling objects, and Sonic could have sworn his nostrils caught something sweet. Whatever it was, he cannot tell.

He didn’t let it sit there, though. He wanted to find out what was going on. Bad day or no bad day.

His eyes, now raw from whatever tears he spilled from earlier, opened in a heartbeat. Slowly but surely, he pushed himself up from the cushions, rubbing one of his eyes as he raspily yawned.

“Mmm… guys? Wha… what’s goin’ on?” He questioned in between another yawn, stretching out his stiff limbs, “Don’t tell me ya made all da goodies without… me?”

No one was there to answer him. No one was there to tell him what was happening. The only thing that gave him any answers… was the box that sat on the table.

It was covered by about a wad of scotch tape. It taped the corners, the sides, everything except for the flaps that will open the box. It made Sonic tilt his head to the side, squinting in suspicion.

That’s odd. He didn’t ask for a package today. Heck, he didn’t even order a package. Maybe Harper did, but he doesn’t see why it should be on the table and untouched. If anything, it should be opened.

Sonic blinked. His fingers gingerly took a hold of the flaps of the box, eagerly waiting to open the darn thing.

Well… it couldn’t hurt to take a little peek, now wouldn’t it?

And like a child opening a Christmas present, Sonic opened the flaps and poked his head into the box.

What he found inside was anything and everything he didn’t expect to come from an ordered box. Nothing like all those weird little styrofoam-like thingies that he used to play with when he was little. What was there instead of that was a whole assortment of things.

A red scarf was stuffed in the corner. It was made of wool and it looked brand new. Brand new as in someone knitting it pretty early. Alongside it was a paper bag filled with muffins. Blueberry muffins. His favorite muffins. The kind that made his stomach rumble.

Okaaay, what’s going on here?

He brought out the scarf and took out the muffins. Of course, he bit a chunk of it before getting through the rest of this box. And Chaos, it’s a big box.

He attempted to be extra careful when grabbing the thermos. It steamed with that rich scent of chocolate and reminded Sonic of the coldest days of winter. If it wasn’t beginning to warm up right now during the season, he wouldn’t have minded it one bit. Now to say that he would mind it now, but he can’t help but wonder what brought this on.

Usually getting care packages like this weren’t common (unless they’re from Amy… or a fan).

The one thing that didn’t make him question was the drawing. A drawing that was made entirely with crayon. It almost reminded him of Cream in a sense, and he can’t help but chuckle fondly at the thought. He kept the drawing close to him and make sure it won’t get stained by hot chocolate.

He’s not sure where to put it up, but he’ll definitely keep it in mind.

And just when he thought he was done… a photo was the last thing in the box. A photo that came from a polaroid. It was kind of old-fashioned, yet colored in a way that looked like it came from this day of age. And without a moment of hesitation, Sonic grabbed it.

He leaned back against one of the cushions, using it as support in case he would collapse from spiraling emotions. He held the photo close to his chest, blinking. He blinked so many times that he’s not so sure that he can even blink anymore.

Small huts and wooden flooring was what surrounded the two individuals in the photo, with them staring out into the distance of the island. One of them was what Sonic recognized the most: His nocturnal form. The werehog. The werehog that stood there, taking in the view of the night. Sonic wasn’t sure what he was exactly doing that night. He guessed that maybe he was just taking in the scenery, but that wasn’t what was important to him right now.

Nope. It was the little chihuahua in the picture. The one who would flap around with those ridiculously short wings and would offer bars of chocolate at the most sudden of times. The one who created a golem out of the Gaia Temples and did whatever it took to defeat his counterpart: Dark Gaia.

Not once did Sonic look away from the photo. He didn’t even take a glimpse at the amulet he’s wearing. The same amulet that Chip had. Rather, he reached a hand to the photo, touching it and dragging his fingers across it.

“Chip…” His voice came out in a way that was foreign. Soft-spoken, light, and nearly choking from tears. He sniffled, keeping the photo as close to him as humanly possible.

He didn’t break down, despite how he looked he was about to. A smile adorned his muzzle and he stared at the photo fondly, finding something special about this photo. Something special that was the words imprinted on the back of it.

He… didn’t know what to say about it. Heck, he didn’t know how to respond to all of this. He didn’t know what to say to his freckled friend who helped him out on this rough day.

But what better way to do it then to show it?

Show it by having that Polaroid photo framed up in his room.

It was one thing that the speedster will never forget. Not in a million years.

[queencryo]

@silly-go-round is asleep right now.

i guess i should make a journal for the past few days. as good a time as any. as AMY. heh. cuz shes super good and amazing. heh.

uh...... lessee.... for the two days after the last journal i just. hung out at the house while silly worked. i managed to not keep her in bed and make her late the second day. hung out a lot, watched more adventure time, worked on my tumblr filter script (lie. i judt ran it on my main. 200 posts / day is a bitchhhh) , played a good amount of ds3 (to pointof tetris effect at a couple points the nexg few days)

also did some like. helpful tasks. washed some dishes (undone quicklu, but. eh). not enough, mot as much as i shouldve, but... i tried i guess.

alao we've like. said the same thing at the dame time a Lot while ive been here and its like. nice. its really nice. same wavelength! i feel so close go her.

oh! alxo night before last we went grocery shoping. got food for prolly enoygh for the two weeks, but i guess we'll see. also a cheesecake! it was.... echausting. hily fuck it was exhaysting. jesus. the store was big and it took like 3 hours and $200 to get everything but. we did itttt.

we both mentionef that like. it felt nice to like. have a full fridge 2gether. cuz. it feels like were gonna have a futjre togetjer? u know. like that is. i love her a lot and it feels good for this to feel like a home for a little while. we hope that it can be so in tbe future.

so YESTERDAY she finally FINALLY taught me how to play magic the gathering. it was. a long time coming. but she brought me into the store and like. sat me down w some regulars and had me play commander. i played moooostly her snake deck, so like.that was fun!! i kept talki g about how i woulda gotten lorescale Coatl up to 39/39 and flying, had i like. gotten q more turn. but on that game D was running a mill deck that was. extremely long to play (that game took like ~>2 hours ugh), and was very bery annoying, so i didnt get to actually do that.

but it was fun! part of me wants to blog everything, but i dont think i will.

im glad to be able to use silly's decks, bc i dont think i want to make my own. im considering making a cheap angel deck or smth, but we'll see if yhat actually ends up happening.

i also met her girlfriend Iz, who is sweet. i played magic w her fkr a while, which was fun! she was runni g an annoying mono black deck (i kkow all these... these Terms and Words now, its incredible...)

shes sweet and i think i like her. dunno if enough to date yet (which makes me Partially regret flirting w her so much in the groupchat but. hey)

talked w her some, mostly about magic, hung out while silly closed the store, pet her cat, silly discovered that cyddling w TWO girlfriends is very nice (not rhat id know ;;;;;;;), was good times. i dont think im as comfy w izzy physically yet as i may have implied in messages, which hopefully wull be rectified by the message i just sent her (my initial physical comfort with people varies, it depends very much on the person)

skip forward, me and silly make a pizza at home cuz were fuckin tired, she admonishes me for not eating for uh... like 11 hours or smth (that mornings bagel was VERY good tho omg), but adderall, so like... meh.

uh... i dont think anything else on yesterday...

today! we waaamted to go to the store at like. 2. but in actuality got there at like! 330.

i went back to sleep cuz im a losenerd, and she. made this breakfast casserole thing. which hse put into a bagel abd brought to me bc i guess shes the best person on the entire earth oh my GOD. jesus

skip... apparently she knows maximum the hormone and doesnt like them very much... fair fair. (cause for xeath)

came to the store agai. tofay. it was fun and good. iz didnt come in today, do played some more with regulars. played w what is apparently called a blink deck, which revolvea arounf exiling cards then immediately bringing them back, to capitalize on "when this enters battlefield, do smth" cards. neat!

i DID actually manage to win today!!! the victory was. literally handed to me, but like. thats fine! i was playing silly's uhhh... elintor the masked? idr her name :( the mask planewalker! deck, which. i had SO much land, most of wh8ch was enchanfed. meaning it could be tapped then untapped w eljntor's thing, then tapped again for DOUBLE MANA. i mean. i had like 9/turn even b4 that but. BUT. i also had. i think i drew 3 creatures total. bit anyway. i had the white card that gave me a life whenever a creature was put on tge board (and also, w another enchantment, made all non-me creagurss and enchantments enter the board tapped, so. nya). so... rob had a card what dealt one damGe to all other players whenevr he puta. creature on the board. then he played united forces, which lets each player commit X mana to create X 1/1 soldier tokens on all players' boards. so. we made 28 white soldier tokens on everyones board. this killed perry, ans gave me, uh. 56 life (84 - 28). i then attacked ron for 28 w the soldiers, and drew sacred mesa, which lets me sacrifice 2 mana (1 any color, 1 white, but i had so many cards that said "this land can instead be tapped for 2 of any color, so like. ueah) to create a 1/1 flying pegasus token. so i. ended the game w 44 white 1/1 tokens. goblins get fucked.attack w my ssoldiers cuz his were tapped, so brought him down to 7 life. i didng catch what he did w the enchantment, but i think he said he like. put a copy of every creature on my side of the board onto his board, and then. cipying that enchantment 3 times. so. holy FUCK. wow. BUT those all came in tapped and i had 18 flying yokens, so. i still won! yay!!!! i won a game of magic!!!!!

goblin decks scare me. stop running krenko you fucks. exponential goblins goddamn

silly would come by every so often and like. look over my dhoulder and say "oh that was dumb whyd u use fabricate for thay" which is fair. but also god i love her. (i used fabricate for a mana generator insteaf of lightning greaves. whateverrrr) i love her so much dear god. i wish i coukd help w the store more, but. on the same time i also. dont enjoy working. so. maybe part time.

hm. what ekse. oh yeah i kove her so much.

by the end of the night it was just. me and her, rob and the two regulars i started out llaying w yestwrday. theyre sweet, i like them. theyre married. the dude calls me honey smtimes, which is. kinda weird? dunno how i feel about that. i guess fine. its gender-nice, but still a lil uncomfy. otherwise i like em fien, though. but they talked abouy moving into sillys apt. so thats cool!! better than her current (awful, terrible, lazy / horrifically depressed / manchild roomate, who doesnt clean ever) roomate. i was reading the monster of the week gamebook thruout, which i... bought, for some reason. idk. oh also i wanna make a fallen angel divine, because im... predictableeee. also a conspiracy thworist whos just a trans woman w way too much time and really weird hobbies (throwing knices, butterfly knife, net friends, etc). also a spooky. i speny like. 3 hours reading thr7 the monster of the week book while ppl played magic around me. i kinda wish i hadnt bought it, but hey! its neat c:

oh, also i didnt take adderall today. i dont think it went toooo bad, i think i like. was meaner and less thohghtful with what i said, but like. i guess thats better than feared. i took a caffeine pill (200mg) at ariund 10 which is. prolly why im wide awake right now. i regret doing that, sincr from what shes said tmos gonna be big)

she says we gotta be at her moms by 4, for reasons she WONT TELL ME. bit she says its part of one of her plans, i ASSUME the romantic one? im kind of afraid that ill like. no-sell it unwillingly because im abroke and soulless human being, but uh. i guess rhats thw risks we take to be alive :shrug: im excited. were also going to a shop (diff one) tmo, which im Quite excited for, as ive only been in similar shops by accident before. also doing laundry!!! which is important ^_^

oh ysah. so we got white castle on the way home. its. yeah she was r8ght. mediocre-at-best sliders. onions are bad.

we also made a pizza. whifh i ate most of. i overate. sob.

she fell asleep halfway thry an episode of nailed it. cant blame her, she seemed really tired. i hipe i dont disturb her rwst. and i feel so utterly blessed thay i can be around her.

ih!! i also fell down the last few staies ywstersay. bruised my arms, but otherwise fine. it was. idk, it is nice to knoe that others worry fir me and like me. she was very concerned. i love her.