#Blacky-Babbles

[madcatdaderpydrawer-blog]

Night gave the baby mers some toy instruments to amuse themselves with. This was a great distraction, yet also was a terrible idea as the walls were breached by a loud cacophony of baby babble screams and banging. Baby mer blacky is the singer, baby mer night likes to smack the drums and baby mer void used the tambourine. Together they made a chaotic unhinged symphony

[blackisneversus]

The dress you would wear to the D!Smp Ball.

Dream- 

George-

Sapnap-

Techno-

Jschlatt-

Nikki-

Wilbur-

Karl-

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[blackfae]

I was gonna put effort into replying but a couple scrolls through their blog and I realised they're a whole clown!!! Lmao

[stressedoutcanary]

A Hunch - Jason Todd × Reader

Summary:

You stopped short as you sensed that something wasn't right. You took in the surroundings; broken glass and clear signs of a fight and struggle.

For the first time in forever Jason was scared. He couldn't lose you.

Warnings: Violence, Kidnapping, Light swearing. Angst with comfort/happy ending. Reader is unintentionally a badass.

A/N:I....might have gotten a lot a bit carried away with this one, but I am really happy with the way it turned out.😁

Also Don't blame me for the spelling mistakes and grammar coz I am TIRED OKAY?! But do tell me if you find any

•°•°•°•°

This was your second day on work and you would much rather be anywhere else, right now being kidnapped by The Joker himself would feel like a field trip.

When you decided to work in a café, you expected to smell the rich aroma of roasted coffee beans all day long, to see happy faces of customers and co-workers alike, and to get the amount of money which can cover your expenses since all Jason does is sleep all day and kick the crap out of people all night. One of you had to be the responsible one. What you didn't expect however was that you'd have to deal with whatever the hell this guy in front of you was trying.

"Sir, I already gave you what you ordered can you just stop holding up the line now." You were sure everyone except this dumbass could see the vein popping on your forehead but you guessed he couldn't see past the forced smile plastered on your face.

"Oh come on babe, It's not like these people have anywhere important to be. Now have you been covered in bees recently?"

"...Umm"

Oh god no. No. No. No. NO. If he uses a cheesy pick up line I am going to KILL HIM.

He continued "Oh you know I just assumed, because, well you look sweeter than honey." The guy winked and wiggled his eyebrows at you.

'THAT'S IT I AM KILLING HIM. Sweeter than honey?!!! Seriously!!!! Wait, What if throw his coffee in his face? Nahh I will probably get fired. Damn you manager!! This day cannot get any worse.'

You raised an eyebrow at him and sighed to yourself. This is gonna be a loooooong shift.

•°•°•

After going through this torturous day, safe to say you were more than relieved when you got back to your shared apartment.

Maybe if I am lucky enough I will catch Jason before he leaves for his 'night job' You thought to yourself as you unlocked the door and stepped inside.

As soon as you entered, you noticed the dim lights and the smell of freshly cooked food. You assumed it was one of those nights in which Jason behaves like a hopeless romantic and it turns into a cliché dinner date followed by a movie marathon while being cuddled up on the couch.

You smiled to yourself at the thought.

"Jay you will not believe what happened at work today." You started babbling the way you usually do as you made your way to the kitchen. "There was this really weird guy who kept flirting with me and--" You stopped short as you sensed that something wasn't right. You took in the surroundings; broken glass and clear signs of a fight and struggle.

This was all very, very wrong. There was an uneasy silence which was soon however, broken by a groan, you whipped your head around at the source of the sound.

"JASON!!"

There he was Jason. Your Jason. All battered up and tied to a chair. Just as you took a step towards him a hand was placed on your lower back. You froze completely. Another hand made its way up, tracing up your spine, the palm of the hand was then placed on the back of your neck.

You were wrong. This day just got a helluva lot worse.

You were yanked forward and now you could see Jason up close. He looked at you with dizzy eyes, "it's going to be okay" he spoke softly, there were clear indications that he was disoriented, no wonder he didn't get out of his bonds yet. Jason's gaze shifted towards the intruder behind you. He gritted his teeth and spoke in a low and dangerous tone.

"Sionis this is between you and me So. Let. Her. Go."

"From where I am standing, you are not in any position to make demands, Red. And a word of advice, you really shouldn't make promises you can't keep."

The hand on your lower back disappeared and before you could even blink, you felt the muzzle of a gun being pressed on your temple. Your eyes widened in fear. The only thing keeping you from a full-on panic attack was Jason's presence. You knew, as long as he was there, you were going to be just fine.

"We could have done some good together-- you and me. We could have rebuilt Gotham in a way she deserves." You gasped as Roman's fingers tightened around the back of your neck. "You see Red Hood you took my beautiful Gotham city away from me and now I get to take this beauty away from you."

The fingers on your neck were now threaded through your hairs. Tears welled up in your eyes as the stinging sensation in your scalp intensified. For the first time in forever Jason was scared. He couldn't lose you. You meant the world to him. At the same time he refused to give Roman the satisfaction. Jason made sure his face wouldn't show how much pain he was in, seeing the tears in your eyes and the absolute fear behind them.

"You are the most feared crime lord in the Gotham underworld Sionis, or well atleast you were, and this is the best revenge plan you could come up with? That's just...sad." You could tell Jason was taunting him. He was trying to get the attention off of you and surprisingly it was working. You went along with his idea and bit your lip to stop any and every sound that can come out of your mouth.

Roman was already blinded with the rage he felt towards Jason and the mocking tone in his words was the last straw, he threw you to the side and got in Jason's face, a gun was placed underneath your lover's chin as you stumbled to the floor. The tension in the room was thick. Both men were defiantly staring each other down. Even though Jason managed to get you free, there was no after plan, there was no way he could take on Black Mask in his current state, so he did what he does best, he got on Black Mask's already ignited nerves.

"Are you going to shoot me or what Blackie? Because if I get back to my senses before you kill me, I will fill you up with so much lead Superman won't be able to see through you."

Roman seemingly calmed himself down, stood up straight, aimed the gun straight at Jason's forehead.

"Here I thought you were special Jason, that you were worthy to be my heir, my friend. What a waste. Now you will die like any other disappointing employee of mine."

•°•°•

As soon as you were free and you saw Jason distracting the crime lord, you quickly scanned your surroundings; you could get a knife from the kitchen counter but you'll probably be shot down as soon as you try to make a run for it. There is also a spare gun in the bedroom but that's not happening because well the same reason.

And then your heard it, Black Mask cocked his gun and seeing the gun pointed at Jason something in you snapped, there was no way in hell you were going to lose the one person you loved more than anything in this world. Not again.

Thankfully there was a chair within your grasp and before anyone could register anything you jumped to your feet, grabbed it and swung it hard.

"HANDS OFF MY MAN!!!", Your voice was heard in what seemed like forever, as the hard wood of the chair connected with Roman's back. He fell to the floor as pieces of the chair dropped down around him. You reared back your foot and before he could get back up, the heel of your foot connected with his jaw and just like that, he was down with a thud.

You heard Jason mutter a surprised, "Well wasn't that anticlimactic", as you stood there looking at the unconscious body on the floor, unable to wrap your head around the events of this evening.

By the time you turned around to untie Jason, he was already free and you were pulled into a hug as your face pressed against his chest, you inhaled his familiar scent and wrapped your arms around his waist.

"(Y/N) I was so scared. That bastard got the jump on me. I wanted to do something. I wanted to stop him. I couldn't see you get hurt but I couldn't move. I-I love you more than anything I have ever loved." Jason buried his face in your neck.

You just hummed as Jason soothingly ran his fingers through your hairs. Tears flowed freely down your cheeks as you hugged him tightly, keeping him impossibly close to you. You knew there was nothing you could say to make him feel less guilty so you both just stayed there for a while, feeling safe in each other's embrace.

•°•°•

"We are getting reports that earlier tonight after a deadly run in with a bat-vigilante, the notoriously known crime lord of Gotham Underworld, Roman Sionis aka The Black Mask, was apprehended today, The Batman himself was seen handing this dangerous criminal over to the Blackgate prison guards our sources tell us--"

You saw Jason switch off the headlines, he was sitting on the bed's edge, he squeezed his eyes with he heels of his palms. Seeing his distress you made your way over to him with a first-aid kit and a few extra bandages. You stood in front of him and for the first time since the fiasco, you were able to see how bad of a shape he was in and a frown made its way on to your lips.

Jason looked up at you and brought both of your hands towards his lips. As he kissed the knuckles of your hands, he whispered, "I'll be fine. Don't worry. I am in this condition every now then...But Lets talk about you." You raised an eyebrow at his comment as your hand moved to dab the alcohol swab over his wounds. Getting the hint, he further explained himself.

"I mean how did you take him out? Like did you take some self defense classes while I was away or Cass taught you some stuff or...?"

"Oh That! That was just instinct, my love. I saw him point a gun at you and I just--I just lost it I guess. Plus I had a hunch, the chair was sturdy enough to knock him down, the kick was just reflex so...", you shrugged.

"So you mean to say you took out someone from Bruce's Rogue Gallery on the basis of a hunch? A. Frickin. Hunch?!"

You grinned and pecked his lips, moving away to get some supplies for stitching up the bigger wounds.

"(Y/N) you are insane!"

"Says the one who wears a mask underneath a mask, thinking it gives him a dramatic flare", you smirked at his dramatic gasp.

"Just so you know it more of a helmet than a mas--", you cut him off by a playful smack on the chest.

"Todd, I swear I can make this stitch much more painful for you if you don't shut the hell up right now"

"Yes ma'am", He gave you a mock salute as you smiled went back to tending his wounds.

°•°•°•°•

[pudding-parade]

Hello!:) I'm a fellow simmer and decided to return to ts3. I do have my old downloads folder, but it's... Redundant out of measure. Could you share your resources, please? Tumblrs, websites, creators, cc-finds blogs, Pinterest boards, may be, even noob proof conversion tutorials? Thanks in advance.❤️

Hi there and welcome back to TS3!

I'm probably not the best person to ask this question of, because I don't have a go-to list. Basically, I see stuff around and download or I'll want a specific sort of thing for a lot I'm building and then do a google search (usually an image search, since that seems to work the best for the purpose) and then follow rabbit trails from there. And any kind of list I make will definitely exclude at least one source that I use a lot. Because my brain is as old as the rest of me, alas.

Cutting the rest because babble.

Of course, there's old standbys like Mod the Sims and also The Sims Resource (if you can tolerate the hoops they make you jump through to download unless you pay them *eye roll*). At T$R, I specifically have a lot of stuff made by Mutske, MsBarrows, SIMcredible!, Wolfspryte, and CycloneSue, either because they make stuff that "completes" EA objects or because they tend to make stuff that fits with my aesthetic. Aside from those, I have quite a bit of stuff from Blacky's Sims Zoo (worlds -- especially roadless ones -- as well as objects and clothing that work well with my rustic-but-not-necessarily-historical aesthetic), and Around the Sims. I've also been known to peruse Sims-New, one of the Russian re-upload sites that everyone hates, because they at least give links to the original upload so that I can download from the original uploader, but in some cases the re-upload is the only working link I could find of some stuff I've wanted, especially older stuff.

For mods, you want pretty much everything on the NRaas site if you want your game to run smoothly, and while you're there look up Ani's mods that are hosted there. For my more rustic style of playing, @anitmb (for mods of Ani's that aren't hosted on NRaas), @zoeoe-sims, and @mspoodle1 have some mods and modded objects that are invaluable for my purposes. If you're interested in lighting mods, then @brntwaffle's are lovely, as are @nilxis's (who also makes lovely, albeit usually large, custom worlds).

I don't do a whole lot with custom clothing. Most of what I have I got through finds sites and from SimsZoo, but there are some creators on T$R that make stuff that looks nice in-game and that I have some things from. Bill-sims, Harmonia, and Ekinege come to mind. Also, for men's stuff, download @nectar-cellar's stuff. It's lovely, and it's hard to find good-looking men's stuff that isn't an endless array of sloppy jeans, t-shirts, and hoodies.

Other miscellaneous things: I follow @katsujiiccfinds and @emilyccfinds where I've found stuff I wanted in lots of different categories and then looked and found other stuff from the same creator. I have lots of objects that @martassimsbook has converted to TS3. I get hairs mostly from @ifcasims, @plumdrops, @chazybazzy, and @rollo-rolls, but I replace the textures of any that I download with my own so that everything's consistent. If you want custom worlds, @sims3customworlds is an old blog that hasn't been updated in years, but it has a nice collection of links to lots of different kinds of worlds, some of which I haven't seen on other "finds" blogs. Also, for worlds and lots and such, I like My Sim Realty because their style is in line with my own preferences. @danjaley has lots of stuff that’s good for historical scenarios, which often works for my purposes, too.

And...I think that's it? I'm sure I'm forgetting a ton of people but, like I said, mostly I just cruise around the internet following rabbit trails and seeing what I can find.

[procrastination-queenie]

Kitten |JJK

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Fem. Reader

Synopsis: The reader is a cat lover and Jungkook is a sucker for her.

Note: None of the photos used is mine.

Warning: none, just heart-wrenching fluff and love for animals.

Word Count: 2,148

You must've been cursed; that must be it. Since you were a child, your heart has been cursed with softness. Yup! You're were so soft and sensitive, your little heart could never understand the concept of being cold. This was no different when it came to animals. You appreciated the existence of such pure souls in this cruel world. But then you're a child how could you understand the term or the concept of being cruel. Well, humans were the embodiment of that term, you were convinced. Convinced that a man who hit a poor donkey so harshly is cruel, a woman who shooed a starved kitten is cruel, a man who kept his dog out in the streets during cold nights is cruel, a family who abandons a disabled or an aged dog is cruel. Your poor little heart can't take it.

You remember the incident of the donkey and how his owner mistreated him; you instantly turned to your dad demanding that he must take an action and I quote "daddy, you must hit the man because he's being mean to the donkey!" Which he replied to saying "yes, dear of course; I'll do that." But as any parent would in this situation he promised you empty words, passing the terrible incident and driving away. "Why aren't you doing anything?" The baby you pouted in anger as your car moved away. "Sweetie, I promise I'll return to shout at the man for committing such a terrible act." And of course, as any child would, you trusted your dad to handle the situation.

You just couldn't grasp the mentality of these cruel people, more importantly, your mind couldn't help and create weird scenarios in your head such as: what if this kitty is lost? She must feel cold! She must feel hungry! She must be afraid! And your poor heart was the victim of these thoughts. Your Heart was soft to the point that you would literally shed tears if a cat or a dog looked at you cutely. You would coo at him/her then start crying because and I quote, again "It must feel terrible that they can't express to us how they're feeling, I mean what if he/she is trying to tell us something, but we can't understand him/her!" you'd say with tears flowing down your baby face. You couldn't even bring yourself to categorise animals under the subject "it" when talking or referring to an animal you would always address it according to its gender because you believed that they feel the same way humans feel, and they deserve to be appreciated and loved.

It didn't help that your parents were very strict about their "No pets" rule. You have always wanted to care for a soul; however, that was a big no from your parents. This led to you taking interest in every living animal that passed you by in the streets or was owned by your friends to fill this void in your heart. For instance, you will never forget that one time when you said: "hello kitty!" enthusiastically to a street cat while walking around with a friend of yours. The poor thing stood in its place stiff like a statue of a pharaonic cat as you addressed it. "Oh look, it turned to me when I said hi kitty because it knows it's a cat... Awww!" You said with the same enthusiasm to your friend who witnessed the whole thing wondering if you're sane enough to be let out in the streets or not. "Oh Lord, give me strength!" She said walking away from you. "Bye kitty!"

Today like any other day, you agreed with your fiancé, Jungkook, that you'd meet after you both finish work to have lunch together. "Same as usual?" Jungkook croaked an eyebrow as his eyes scanned the menu for the millionth time in hopes to find a new item that he might like to try, but this was an old restaurant, it never really added anything new to the menu. You hummed looking out of the window next to you. It was raining lightly and the weather was getting chilly by the minute. After placing your orders, Jungkook started telling you about his day as usual as you waited for the food to arrive. "… and Jimin-ssi broke the record today for falling out of the chair. Seriously how could he keep falling out of a chair this easily, I mean the chair was right there!" He laughed looking at you expecting you laugh as well but it seemed that your mind was elsewhere, or your eyes were elsewhere. "Jagiya, what are you looking at?" He turned his gaze to where you were staring. There, by the bus station was a shivering small black kitten that looked like it wanted to fall asleep but couldn't because of the cold. The poor thing was shivering wildly. It also looked like it was malnourished. He looked back at you to find you frowning with pouty lips and teary eyes. "Kookie!" You whined and looked at him, pleading to let you go help the kitten. He already knew what you were thinking, and he loved you for it. Your big heart that spread warmth and generosity in abundance was always something that left him in awe. "You know they won't allow me in with her!" Your puppy eyes were killing him, already. He chuckled, "you know already that it's a girl?" He was constantly shocked by how you could tell whether the animal you were talking about was a boy or a girl, and you rarely guessed wrong. "You know the deal." You chuckled standing up. You took off your scarf and went outside.

You approached the poor kitten slowly so not to startle it. "Hey, baby! You cold?" Your voice took an entirely different tone as if you were talking to a child trying to coax it. "It's okay, I am not going to hurt you." You said heart aching at the way she tried to step away from you. You wrapped her into the warm scarf, petting her to calm her down and to let her know that you didn't intend on hurting her.

Jungkook made his way to you with an umbrella and both of your food, in his other hand that he told the waiter that he would take it away instead of eating in the restaurant. His heart swelled at the view of you gently brushing your finger behind its ears. He sighed taking a seat next to you. You pulled a piece of chicken from your plate, feeding it to the kitten. "Awww, she must have been so hungry." You said as the poor thing devoured the chicken in seconds. "Where's your mummy?" You spoke to the kitten, it only meowed back at you which made your eyes teary. "What if she's lost!" You pouted looking at Jungkook. "Awww Jagiya I am sure her mum went to get her some food." He said scratching the back of his head, not really knowing what to do. He just hated to see you this sad. Your pout intensified as your head made up scenarios such as what if the kitten's mum got hit by a car? Or what if she's not returning? and so on. "We could wait a bit if you want? You know, to make sure that she's safe." He said shrugging. You smiled at him thankful that he put your heart at ease, seeing that you can't find it in you to leave the poor kitten alone. You kept on feeding the kitten as a couple of hours passed by, and yet her mum didn't show up. "Jagiya, you have nothing left to eat!" Jungkook frowned at the empty plate, noting in the back of his head to order you something else when you go home. "It's okay I am not that hungry." You said gaze and mind lost in the petite kitten that now found warmth and comfort in your lap, engulfed by your cosy scarf.

Jungkook knew that you won't eat if another being was hungry, even if you were starving. He smiled, a light bulb appeared above his head, "you know..." You reluctant tore your gaze from the kitten to look at your fiancé. " We can take it home." He smiled widely. "It's a she!" You scoffed then gasped after you realised what he was saying. "Are you... saying that we can keep it?" Your eyes widened at his suggestion. His bunny-like features lit up as he simply shrugged. You shrieked in happiness, "Kookie you're the best!" You said planting a kiss on his cheek. You apologised for the kitten afterwards for startling her, "awww, sorry baby!" You patted her.

You couldn't wipe the smile off of your face as you went to the vet first thing to give her the required vaccinations, clean her up and trim her claws. "We should buy her a few toys, too!" You said lost in thought as you waited for your kitten to finish. Jungkook looking at you in awe, he couldn't help how cute you looked. "… Because you know how mum and dad feel about pets." You were babbling, turning your head towards Jungkook, missing the way he leaned in to capture your lips with his. He kissed you softly and passionately that you were lost when he pulled away. "W-what was that for?" You whispered, his forehead resting on yours as you opened your eyes slowly. "Nothing, you're just so cute I couldn't help it." He chuckled.

"Mr Jeon, Mrs L/N, your pet is all set, did you settle on a name, yet?" A nurse came out holding the kitten in a blue blanket. You grabbed her gently as Jungkook shook his head, "Nah not yet." He turned to you, "do you have anything in mind babe?" You nodded eagerly like a child, "yeah I have a few! But we need to settle on something." You looked at Jungkook who chuckled at your child-like behaviour.

Apparently, on your way to the vet you went through the internet looking for a unique name for your kitten. "I like blackie" Jungkook said eyeing the rest of the list, "I like it to, but I feel like it's racist." You pouted hating the idea of naming her "blackie" because she's black. Jungkook chuckled, "okay, how about Luna?" You hummed, then claimed that it was not unique enough.

"What about Twinkie?"

"Doesn't seem like a girl's name!"

"Babe you're the one who made this list!" He looked up from your phone to see you looking at the kitten instead. "Well, they sounded pretty when I wrote them down, but now that we're serious about keeping her, I feel like I'm picking my child's name. Kook this is a huge responsibility!" You pouted looking at him. He laughed at how you were taking this so seriously, but he understood, you have always wanted a pet, and now that you were having one it felt surreal.

"How about Selena?"

"Sounds posh for a cat!" Jungkook erupted in laughter. Oh God this was going to be fun, he thought shaking his head.

"Did you get it?" You jumped in anticipation as Jungkook returned home with your kitten's gift. He chuckled, "Yup" you jumped from your seat running over to him to see it. It was a collar with her name engraved on a golden piece. "It looks beautiful!" You squealed. "Yeah, baby it does." He said kissing your forehead. There laid the name "Angel" in a neat font. You know it's not that unique but you truly felt that the name suited her perfectly. She stood there looking up at both you and Jungkook, head tilted to the side wondering what's going on. You put the collar around her neck as she kept staring at you with her baby blue eyes that made your heart melt. "I think am in love!" You whispered in awe with teary eyes, Jungkook laughed loudly, thanking God for gifting him with a precious hearted partner as you.

That night you and Jungkook went to bed with Angel sleeping cosily between the two of you. "Thank you." You whispered, patting Angel's soft fur. "What for?" Jungkook looked up to you with doe eyes filled with puzzlement. "For allowing me to experience this, I mean you could have said no to taking Angel in." You whispered, refusing to think of what could have happened to her if you left her that day on the streets. "Babe, it's nothing. I don't even know why we haven't thought of it earlier, you know I don't mind pets." He said shrugging. "Still, thank you. I wanted this for so long." Jungkook looked at you with a soft gaze. He kissed your forehead, muttering a "good night", contentment filling his heart for the new addition to your little family.

[ladyshandioftheendless]

Who are your favorite Growlers/Screamers in terms of Lead Vocalists?

Aw man what a question! I actually don't gravitate too much towards those kinds of vocals unless they have a voice that doesn't completely annoy me lol. Axl Rose is a perfect example of one I absolutely adore. He can scream like nobody's business! Blackie Lawless is great too. He has deep throaty vocals that I really love~ God there's so many I could go on forever! But I don't wanna babble! XD

[presumenothing]

Kuro was halfway to the faculty offices before he noticed the presence.

Admittedly it should've been obvious right away – the university campus had always been barren of supernaturals, just like his middle and high school. (Probably that was the main reason why Saki-san hadn't found out the truth any earlier, though it was anyone's guess whether that was good or bad.)

Even now with Iwanaga here, her visitors still steered far clear of Kuro, so things had changed very little for him in that regard.

In his defense he'd also been engrossed with double checking the citation list on his essay – Professor Kisaki might not be the harshest amongst their law faculty, but she was very strict on assignment requirements, especially for graduate students.

Anyway.

He waited until he'd reached a relatively empty corridor before turning to round on his uninvited follower, who squeaked as it bumped into his legs.

Kuro narrowed his eyes as the tiny white-and-pink shape scrambled backwards. "Aren't you one of the komainu who's always with Iwanaga? What're you doing here?"

The squeak increased in pitch, followed by something that looked halfway between trying to run away and wanting him to follow.

Not that Kuro had actually established whether instincts honed from multiple dog-walking temp jobs had any applicability to supernaturals at all, but he didn't really see what else that gesture could be. "You want me to come with you?"

The komainu yipped, though it also looked like it was questioning its (un)life decisions as much as Kuro himself was.

"If Iwanaga's trying to borrow my notes again only to never return them, I swear…" Kuro heaved a deep sigh, and waved a hand. "Lead the way, then."

. 

The east courtyard looked empty enough when they arrived that Kuro wondered if he'd been led on a wild-ghost-chase after all. It wouldn't be the first time, especially with those who didn't speak human language, and he'd be the first to attest that spectral charades were no more fun than their mundane counterparts.

Then a black streak dashed out from around the far corner, and Kuro watched in bemusement as the komainu babbled at each other. It didn't sound like idle chatter from the tone of it, but – well.

Kuro carefully stowed his essay away into the inner pocket of his jacket, where it wouldn't get wet from the raindrops still rolling off the roof eaves, and cleared his throat pointedly.

The komainu both startled before looking guiltily over.

…they couldn't have forgotten about his existence after literally leading him here, could they.

Kuro glanced at the white spectre who'd come to fetch him, and decided to cut it a break. "You. Blackie. What did you need me for."

The black komainu whined and drooped under his stern look, but finally waved him over with one round front paw before turning back the way it came.

Kuro followed–

–and stared. "Iwanaga!? What're you doing sleeping here at this hour, don't you have a torts lecture now?"

Not that having classes apparently ever stopped her from skipping to take a nap, but she never missed this class on purpose, and wouldn't have missed it by accident either, because…

Kuro reconsidered that train of thought, and looked at the pair of spectres now hovering anxiously around them. "You did try to wake her up, right?"

At their vigorous nods, Kuro frowned, putting a hand to Iwanaga's forehead – and promptly withdrawing it with a curse.

Honestly, it was sometimes enough to make you question which of them was the invulnerable one in this relationship. Kuro pinched the bridge of his nose as the komainu swarmed him with another babble of noise.

"She's ill," he told them curtly (did spectres even understand the concept of a fever? It seemed inherently impossible for them to have one, anyway.) "I'll bring her to my dorm so she can get some proper rest and call someone to fetch her once she's up. Can you two do me a favour?"

The komainu exchanged a glance before nodding again, more hesitantly this time.

"Here." Kuro reached into his jacket pocket, and pulled the thin sheaf of paper out. "Go to the third storey of that building where you found me, find the door labelled Kisaki, and drop this into the box there. Got it?"

The white komainu barked with a look of mild relief – wow, his reputation among the spectres was really bad – while the other one floated over to grasp the stapled corner between its teeth before speeding away again.

They circled for a while more as Kuro shouldered Iwanaga's satchel and carried her on his back (a more troublesome feat than usual, without her awake) before finally breaking away to head into the building.

"I'd better not get that essay back with teethmarks on it!" he called after them.

 .

The stew was nearly done cooking by the time he heard an indistinct mumble from the bed.

"When I pictured finally being tucked into your bed, senpai, it went quite differently. Both of us being far less clothed, for starters."

"That's disturbing on so many levels I don't even know where to start," Kuro observed mildly. If he'd wondered whether Iwanaga would act any different when she was sick, that'd have been answer enough.

(The question hadn't even crossed his mind. Some things were universal constants; the well-worn tracks of Iwanaga's mind was one such example.)

"It's not like you'd catch anything from me." The pout was audible. "Though if you do get sick, you're more than welcome under here, of cour–"

Kuro shoved the blanket back down over Iwanaga, and before she could lift it up again he caught and dropped both the komainu on top for good measure.

They squalled in protest, but he might as well put them to work since they'd turned in his dorm, and one look was enough to make them squeak and settle firmly down on the covers.

Not that Iwanaga couldn't throw them off if she wanted to, but Kuro figured that would hold for at least fifteen minutes or so, which was better than nothing.

Iwanaga harrumphed. "If I'd known that all it would take to get into your bed was oversleep, I'd have gotten more diligent at taking naps ages ago."

Kuro made the executive decision to ignore that statement as he turned the stove off. "Are you up to eating something? I've charged your phone too, so you can call someone to come fetch you."

"When have I ever rejected your cooking, senpai? Even when you're so keen to be rid of me already."

Kuro rolled his eyes as he grabbed two sets of utensils. "More like I don't want you passing out on the bus or anything. There's rice too, if you want some."

"Well, what I'd really want is for you to feed me–"

He set the first bowl down on a tray with a clack. "One more word and I'm keeping all the leftovers for my lunch tomorrow."

"You wouldn't!"

"Watch me."

"But it's too much for you to finish anyway, and you hate wasting food."

"I'm sure I could find a deserving stray cat or ten," Kuro said dryly, but reached for a thermos anyway.

-

("Shut up and eat, Iwanaga, we still have to go over the notes for that lecture you missed earlier."

"Or you could just lend me those notes, and we could spend that time doing more enjoyable activities~"

"You lost that argument from the first time you 'forgot' to return my notes."

"Well, excuse me for wanting to better appreciate examples of your sterling scholarship, senpai!")

[pyro-flug]

Wobbly Start

Paperhat Month day’s 7 and 8 combo’d into 1 big write (overprotective and first date)

“Are you sure you want to do this, sir?”

Blackhat froze mid-step at Flug’s words sent his thoughts into a spin for the millionth time that day.

What am I doing? Can I do this? Im gonna throw up if I don’t- what am I- WhatifIcan’twhatifIscrewthisupandeverythinggoeswrongIdon’tknowhowtohandlethesehumanemotions

“Sir?” Flug had his hand on Blackhat’s shoulder out of concern. The thoughts melted away as Blackhat looked at Flug in his high waisted jeans and soft red sweater. Then he looked into his eyes and the worry he found there grounded the eldritch again.

“My apologies, doctor, I’ve just never done this before...” Blackhat mumbled off-handedly. The soft laugh that Flug let out had Blackhat on edge until the scientist followed it with,

“I’m sorry for laughing sir, I just hadn’t pinned you for the type to be so nervous for a first date. Nerves are more of my territory.”

“I’m not nervous!” Blackhat denied vehemently. “I’m just....” But he couldn’t find a good excuse to finish with, so he just went silent.

“There’s nothing wrong with a little apprehension before a date, Blackhat.” Instead of answering, Blackhat opened the front door and gestured for his date to go through. As Flug walked outside into the evening air he wished that he could do more to help his new boyfriend, but if the eldritch wasn't ready to open up yet, he’d just have to be patient.

First, the two went and saw some new nerdy science fiction movie; Flug had insisted that it sounded good and who was Blackhat to deny him? The best part for the eldritch was the  mixed reactions of ridicule and awe that the Doctor came out of the theatre with. About some parts of the movie he ranted on about how unrealistic they were or how they could have created some of the inventions in a much simpler manner. For other parts he babbled on about how amazing some of the concepts were and how they could be brought to life by his own hands. Blackhat couldn’t help the chuckle he let out along with saying,

“Well then I can expect you to try your hands at making them, right, Flug?” The scientist gasped and then turned and squished Blackhat’s cheeks between his hands in his excitement as they stood in the middle of the parking lot.

“Do you really mean that, sir!!! You’d let me do that!!!” Blackhat reached up and grabbed Flug’s wrists and gently tugged them away from his face and then held them.

“Well why not? Have I not let you choose what to invent in the past?” The doctor looked down as their hands and watched as Blackhat’s grey clawed fingers rubbed soft circles into his knuckles.

“Well... erm... I mean technically, but I’ve always felt that there was something you wanted and so I’d usually make those things and well...” Blackhat furrowed his brows and cleared his throat to get Flug’s attention.

“I’ve always trusted you to make whatever you thought was best for the company, Flug. That’s why I’m telling you that you could make these inventions because I know you’d make them effective and beneficial.”

“You trust me?”

“Of course I do.�� Despite the paper bag in the way, Blackhat could tell that his boyfriend was positively beaming.

“Well then come on, sir! I have something I want to show you then!” Then Flug let go of one hand and held tight to the other as he took off running. Blackhat was quick to follow suit.

Buildings and trees flew by as they went. The sun that was almost set, giving way to a 3/4th’s moon and a spattering of stars high above. When Flug came to sudden stop, the eldritch nearly crashed into him. After shaking away the disorientation, Blackhat took in his surrounds and felt a strange emotion flood him.

They must have been in the middle of the city park judging by their surroundings. In front of them through was a huge fountain. The center piece to it was a huge swan with his beak opened towards the sky. Around this were other smaller swans and dolphins leaping towards the stars. What was most stunning through was the lights that glanced off of the arches of water  and white marble in a myriad of colors. Even Blackhat, an eldritch being who had seen many things, was stunned into silence.

Beside him, Flug was elated to see that his boyfriend loved the fountain as much as he did, and so he hooked his arm through the eldritch’s and leaned into him.

“I didn't know this is what the fountain looked like at night,” Blackhat finally murmured.

“I’m glad you like it, Black Hat,” Flug giggled. “I discovered it on a night I was having trouble sleeping, and so I took a walk... It’s very calming, isn't it?”

“It is...” But with a loud bang the peaceful moment was shattered.

Blackhat cried out and was knocked forward into the water as something slammed into his shoulder and then tore through it. Flug turned around to see a figure emerging from the bushes with a malignant grin on their face.

“Hey there, Blackhat! Been a while, hasn’t it?!” The high-pitched voiced shadow stepped into the light to reveal a monstrous being. Purple skin was mostly covered by a turtleneck tank top and black athletic pants. A pair of horns curled back around long pointed ears, and yellow cat-like eyes gleamed with murder.

“Fang?” Blackhat grunted out from behind. Flug turned back around to find the eldritch bleeding dark green, and staring wide-eyed at his assailant.

“The one and only! I know you thought you’d left me for dead all those years back, but someone saved me just so I could come back and kill you someday!”

“How did you-”

“I’ve been waiting for months to get you at a vulnerable moment, Blackie! This date you’ve been having with your stupid little boytoy has let your guard down enough finally so, here I am!” Fang moved in towards Flug until they were towering over him. “You used to tell me that love was a weakness, Blackie, Best to get rid of those.” The sharp toothed smirk Fang flashed at Blackhat shot a cold fear down the eldritch spine.

“Don’t hurt him!” Blackhat cried out. Just as the words left him though Flug was flying across the grass from a punch to the face. Fury flooded Blackhat’s veins and a snarl curled his lips. Standing up in water Blackhat tried to shift his form so he could destroy his nemesis, but he found that he was numb. Fang laughed cruelly.

“It took forever but apparently my neutralizing bullets work now, huh?” Blackhat attempted to shift again, but he only felt pain from the still slowly bleeding bullet wound. Fang reach over the pool’s edge and pulled Blackhat in by the lapels of his suit coat. “How’s it feel to be powerless!”

“MAYBE YOU SHOULD TRY IT TOO!” Came Flug’s voice, then there was a flash of green, and Fang screeched. The creature let go of his prey to grasp at the open hole in it’s side. Then Fang was tacked to the ground by Flug, who punched them square in the jaw. “Take that!” Another punch. “And that, jerk!” Each word was accented by a carefully calculated fist. “Go! To! Hell! And never touch my boyfriend again!” Flug was breathing heavily, and the person beneath him bruised and bleeding. A loud splash as Blackhat collapsed back into the fountain had Flug off of Fang and immediately at the eldritch side.

“Blackhat! Sir! Are you okay!?” As green dripped down and then dissipated into the water laughter filled the night air; Blackhat was shaking with with mirth as Flug fussed over him. “Sir! What’s so funny?! You’re injured!” Blackhat grabbed the doctor’s face, and looked him in the eyes.

“I just didn't know you were so protective of me, Flug!” The deadly smile and the flicker of a forked tongue had the scientist knowing just how much teasing he was going to get over this incident.

“S-sir- I just- I just was trying to make sure you were okay! I-I didn’t-”

“If you weren't being overprotective then why did you feel the need to punch my assassin to the brink of death?”

“Sh-shut up!” Flug left Blackhat in the water and pulled out a sleek, red, gun looking object. “I gotta take care of this before you keep blathering on and distract me anymore.” Then he pulled a trigger and the nearly dead body of Fang disappeared in a puff of smoke and red light. “There, now they won't be coming back to hurt you again.”

Blackhat opened his mouth to comment on his boyfriend's behavior when suddenly a needle was being jammed into his upper arm.

“AhhHHHh aRRRGGG! That STINGS!” Flug was giving him a deadpanned look that told the eldritch he was done with the teasing.

“I just gave you a serum that should reverse the effects of the bullet, so shift your wound closed...and maybe tell me what happened back there?”

“What do you mean?” Flug offered a hand to help Blackhat out of the water tossed him a small blue disc and told him that it would dry his clothes before answering.

“I mean with you freezing up when I was threatened rather than attacking right away like I know you usually would? Were you ... scared of something?”

“I...” Blackhat’s face fell, and he couldn’t look at the doctor.

“You know you can tell me anything, right?”

“I just... I’ve been on edge all night even if I haven’t been showing it and I-I-” Blackhat’s fists clenched by his sides, as he struggled to hold back the hot tears building behind his eye. “I’ve been scared that I was going to ruin this date somehow and you’d hate me, andIdon’tknowhyI’mgettingsoanxiousoverthisstuff I’m not a human, and I’m sorry!” Blackhat was trembling and he hated it. He felt weak and vulnerable but he didn't know how to control his new emotions so he couldn’t put an end to them.

“Hey,” Flug’s voice was soft like a comforting blanket. “I’m right here, Blackhat, and you didn't ruin the date, you can’t ruin this date, because I love you. I know you’re not human, and I know you’re tryin’ to figure out your emotions, so I’m not here to pressure you into being some kind of perfect boyfriend or something, cause that’s not what I expect from you. All I expect is for you to try, and I can see that you are.”Flug wiped away a stray tear and gently cupped his boyfriend’s cheek. “You’re doing you're best.”

“But what about Fang and-”

“Hey, Fang’s gone now, and we should go try to do something fun to get them off our minds.”

“Do you have an idea of where to go where we might not run into people trying to kill me?” The way that Flug lit up had a a slight anxiety filling Blackhat’s head again.

“I was thinking of late night roller skating!”

“I don't know how to-”

“Don’t worry! I’ll teach you,sir!” Grabbing the Eldritch’s hand again. “We’ll make this night good again,don't worry!” Then they were off again as the moon rose higher. Blackhat’s worry was finally gone by the time Flug pulled him out onto the rink. He knew now that he couldn’t screw up their date, even if he was still learning how to be a good boyfriend. Flug would love him all through the ups and downs of leanring how to feel, and that’s all that mattered.

[chrisoncinema]

First as Farce: Fail Safe, Dr. Strangelove, and Toxic Hyperobjects

A hyperobject, as defined by eco-philosopher Timothy Morton, is an entity so out of scale with relative space and time that it alters the relational existence of everything else. Morton uses global warming as a prime and pressing example. This hyperobject, like all others, contains certain traits: viscosity, its inescapable stickiness; nonlocality, its omnipresence which transcends any local manifestations; phased, its multi-dimensional qualities; interobjectivity, its formation via the confluence of multiple objects. The emergence of certain hyperobjects has brought forth what is known as the Anthropocene Era: a new geological epoch wherein human intervention is the greatest of all geologic actors. Ushered in with the introduction of carbon from coal-powered industry in 1784 and, on July 16, 1945, plutonium from the first nuclear detonation.

Nuclear hyperobjectivity is the specter that haunts Sidney Lumet’s 1964 film Fail Safe, based on a 1962 novel of the same name. I happened upon the film via the Criterion Channel (though it is now, unfortunately, only available for streaming on Amazon) in the middle of March, shortly after Michigan’s lockdown due to one of our most recent hyperobjects: the Coronavirus pandemic. Seeming to have a viscosity all its own, the film has not since left my mind.

I was struck immediately by the film’s black and white photography. Fail Safe opens with a surreal sequence featuring a bull and matador. It is a recurring dream of General Warren “Blackie” Black who, after hearing a shrill tone, wakes in a sweat next to his wife. Blackie, with his contradictorily angelic white hair, is a man of integrity and warmth. He is a loving husband and father but also a man of duty – and this trait he shares with nearly every other character in the film. The duty on this day: preventing imminent nuclear war. Next we meet Blackie’s ideological foil: a grimly pragmatic political scientist, Professor Groeteschele, played with devilish magnetism by the legendary comic actor Walter Matthau. His hair, of course, is jet black. His gaze is on the apocalypse.

The most notable formal characteristic of Lumet’s film beyond its dramatic cinematography is the absence of a musical score. A common technique throughout Lumet’s oeuvre and used in a similarly tense story of men on the brink of disaster, A Dog Day Afternoon. It is also a feature of his first film, 12 Angry Men. Henry Fonda, the voice of reason in that film, returns in Fail Safe. Having already played young Abraham Lincoln in Young Mr. Lincoln, he now plays a fictional President but is once again the conscientious embodiment of America’s better nature. Though advised and informed by a coterie of serious men, he alone must convince the Soviet Premier that an impending attack on Moscow is a mistake and not the first strike in a nuclear war.

If some of these story-beats seem familiar, it is probably because a similar story had been told before. Indeed, no commentary on Fail Safe can fail to mention Stanley Kubrick’s Cold War satire Dr. Strangelove. Both films were produced in 1964 by Columbia Pictures but Kubrick demanded that his film be released first and, along with Peter George (author of Dr. Strangelove’s source material, Red Alert), filed a copyright infringement lawsuit against Fail Safe. And so, the world saw nuclear disaster spawned from the hands of a babbling jingoist, General Jack D. Ripper, before seeing it result as the logical conclusion of a complex system reaching critical failure.

One wonders what was gained and lost from Kubrick’s maneuvering. A satire is just as, if not more, effective when it follows an earnest work, but a serious drama is hard to be taken as such when its punches have already been pulled self-referentially. We find ourselves in a similar position. Our American moment subverts Hegel-via-Marx as a history acted in farce first, then tragedy. We are exhausted by bad faith actors long before we can address the failure of our safeguards. Ironically, though, we have reason to be paranoid about our “precious bodily fluids” in ways that General Ripper could only dream of. Distrust of systems, however, exists on both sides. The difference, of course, is that some systems act to mitigate the spread of a deadly virus while other systems seem hellbent on subduing the public through violence.

Dr. Strangelove is a similar cavalcade of toxic masculinity: brash, posturing, idiotic, and literally fascistic. General Ripper seems hardly coherent enough to enact his plan but he is certainly loud enough to carry it through. So too, our country is won by beating the media into submission; weaponizing Twitter not with dangerous rhetoric (though there is that) but with nihilism. You can’t argue with ignorance, they say, which means it’s also hard to defeat. So, ask not about platforms or plans. Instead listen, for the position itself is a scaffold for man’s psychosis. And eventually, amidst the din, you lose your hearing altogether. Death tolls rise while white men sit around in locked rooms, sucking up recycled air.  

Yet even the archetypically masculine characters in Fail Safe – full of fidelity, thoughtfulness, and courage – are not above reproach. “We’re responsible for what happens to us,” pleads Fonda’s President. “Today we had a taste of the future. Do we learn from it or do we go on the way we have? What do we do, Mr. Chairman? What do we say to the dead?” Well, what do we say to the dead? What do we do when the systems that we rely on for protection and survival are also killing us? Must we simply learn to live with toxic hyperobjects?

We see glimpses of New York City street life in Fail Safe. Moments frozen in time. It is easy to feel similarly frozen where we are – in our safehouses and bunkers. “It’s hot as hell down here,” President Fonda laments. “We’re far enough down, maybe it is hell.” And yet, looking up, our streets are alive. Resistance is mobilized. And if the forces of evil aren’t afraid to show their faces – aren’t afraid to commit injustices in front of the whole world – then they can be taken down if we are not complacent. We can have a better world, a healthier world, if we take responsibility for what happens to us. There is a message emblazoned on the streets for the hyperobjects of systemic oppression: “What we put between us we can remove.” Our duty on this day. Fail Safe’s final lesson.

@chrison_

[madcatdaderpydrawer-blog]

Blacky is getting cuddled and rocked and purred at and immediately dragged home to his room. Family cuddle pile initiated.

The moment he notices lord infero he just starts babbling asking him to please take him back, he’ll be a good boy he won’t cause any issues! Cause he doesn’t realize that the teleportation was an accident and thinks he’s in trouble and doesn’t want to be abandoned :( when he gets home he grabs his plushy brother for the cuddle pile while lord infero drags the others in too, because he needs to feel cozy and warm to calm down properly.

[ihatehumaninthisworld]

Seni Tari Berwajah Garang

Apa yang anda bayangkan ketika mendengar “ Wanita dari jurusan seni tari? “. Cantik? Anggun? Yaaa kira-kira seperti itu lah yaaa~ tapi suatu hari saya menemukan sesuatu yang janggal .. and here’s the story!

Juni 2018, setelah berhasil mengumpulkan 7 bola naga sepuluh orang anggota KKN Purbayani selain aku, aku bergerak cepat untuk segera mencairkan suasana. Seperti yang ada di grup KKN manapun, perkenalan via online memang selalu menyenangkan selalu membosankan. Semua seakan mengetik dengan template “ Haloooo kenalin aku A dari jurusan B, salam kenal “. Cih, mainstream banget. Kenapa ga gini sih “ Halooooo kenalin aku A, bapak kalian tukang las ya? Soalnya kalian menyatukan hatiku yang patah kyaaaa”. *Kejang-kejang.

Salah satu kebiasaanku saat sedang berkenalan dengan seseorang adalah menebak-nebak tentang dirinya. Kulihat foto profil mereka semua dan aku berhenti pada salah satu akun. Display name-nya tertulis “ Christina Panjaitan “. “Wah seru nih aku yang Islami (namanya, yaa semoga kelakuannya juga sama huehehe) dan dia yang Christini” ujarku sambil melihat display picture-nya. Display picture-nya jelas menunjukan bahwa dia wanita setengah pria, dengan kaos pendek dan celana trainingnya yang sedang menggendong sebuah carrier yang cukup besar. Dia sedang berfoto di suatu gunung dengan rambut diikat ke depan ke belakang. “Ah fix ini mah cewe tomboy ala-ala, pasti dia dari FPOK” tebakku sambil tetap melihat kejantanannya. Tiba saatnya dia berkenalan “ Haiii aku christin dari seni tari 2015 salam kenal “. “WHAAAT?!! Ga mungkin ga mungkin .. dia pasti mengada-ngada” batinku memberontak.

“ Eh maaf nih, serius seni tari? “ kataku

“ Iya seni tari, kenapa? “ balas dia

Deg. Entah mengapa walaupun itu ketikan tapi terasa seperti sebuah intimidasi, aku seakan bisa membayangkan wajahnya yang psycho yang rela membunuh orang demi memuaskan hasratnya saat dia mengetik. Akhirnya aku memutuskan untuk diam saja, disamping baru kenalan via chat juga aku belum pernah bertemu dengannya.

The First Meeting

Pertemuan pertama kami adalah di pertemuan kedua kelompok KKN kami, di D’Cubes. Dia datang, duduk dan langsung bisa membaur dengan semua. Such an easy going person, dia terlihat seperti sudah lama akrab dengan kami semua padahal ini pertemuan pertamanya. Uhuk padahal mah SKSD aja we orangnya dia teh~ Hahahaha

Setelah semua memesan makanan kami bersebelas pun mengobrol banyak hal, bercanda dan saling mengenal satu sama lain. Saat dirasa sudah tidak terlalu canggung lagi, aku memberanikan diri untuk bertanya padanya

“ Tin, serius maneh jurusan seni tari? “ tanyaku

“ Iya cad seni tari, emangnya kenapa? Ga percaya ? “ jawabnya dengan wajah garang

“ Anjir takut gini dong berasa ditodong sama begal “ ujarku dengan keras … di dalam hati

“ G-g-g-gimana ya … rasanya .. ummm .. ga cocok aja penampilan kamu jadi mahasiswi seni tari hehehe “ ucapku sambil pipis di celana

“ HAHAHAHA MANEH PERCAYA AKU SENI TARI? IYA AKU SENI TARI .. TAPI DI KOLAM RENANG HAHAHAHA “ jawabnya sambil terkekeh tertawa

“ Maksudnya seni tari di kolam renang? “ tanyaku sambil gegetret

“ Iyeee gua dari FPOK .. PJKR 2015 “ katanya

“ Tuhkan bener FPOK .. aku teh udah ngira FPOK soalnya di foto profil kamu ga kabeungeutan gitu wajah seni tarinya teh haha masa tomboy dan garang gini seni tari sih hahaha “

“ Tin? Eh kemana si christin? “

Dia dengan cepat menghilang dan tanpa kusadari ternyata dia sudah ada di belakangku sambil menghunuskan sebuah katana tepat di leherku~ Ngoahahahaha

Achievement Unlocked

Honestly, saya selalu senang memiliki teman yang berbeda. I mean, saya selalu senang memiliki teman yang agamanya, sukunya atau bahkan negaranya berbeda dengan aku. Rasanya ada satu achievement unlocked saat berhasil berkawan dengan seseorang yang berbeda. Yaaa aku sangat bersyukur terlahir di Indonesia, dalam banyak perbedaannya kita semua bisa hidup rukun .. damai .. berseri-seri~ Dan Christin adalah salah satu achievement unlockedku.

Tak butuh waktu lama untuk akhirnya kita menjadi akrab, ah kurang dari seminggu saja kita sudah bisa sangat akrab. Salah satu momen yang membuat kita menjadi sangat akrab adalah ketika kita secara tidak sengaja harus pulang ke Bandung di waktu yang sama. Dia yang mau mengikuti acara senam di Jekardah dan aku yang harus pulang ke Bandung untuk sidang pleno DPM. Akhirnya, kita pun pulang bersama menggunakan si Blacky, motorku yang gagah.

A Girl Who Love to Babbling

Perjalanan panjang selama 6 jam harus kita tempuh ketika pulang ke Bandung. Melewati jalan berliku di Cisewu, kebun teh di Pangalengan dan miniatur neraka di Bandung Selatan. Hebatnya, aku tak mengantuk sama sekali ketika berada di perjalanan. Wah tau ga kenapa? Ya gimana w mau ngantuk kalau ini bocah di belakang ga pernah berhenti ngomong. She babbled about everything while I was driving. Like .. Hei kumaha carana eta dia tidak kehabisan bahan obrolan? Wah udah ini mah bakat lelakinya teh memang menonjol. Kukira aku adalah orang yang paling senang berbicara, sampai di hari itu aku menemukan orang yang lebih senang berbicara daripada aku. Hahahaha.

Selain berbicara dan mengoceh, dia juga senang menyanyi. Entah sudah berapa album yang ia nyanyikan saat berada di motor, yang jelas ku ingat adalah dia terus bernyanyi dan mengajakku bernyanyi “ Hai, halo siapa namamu~ “ ketika aku mulai lelah mengendarai si Blacky. But honestly, aku senang sekali bisa berkenalan denganmu tin, bisa mengoceh banyak hal, bisa bernyanyi lagu apapun denganmu meski suara ini tak ada bagus-bagusnya. Hahaha

Friend with Benefit

Setelah KKN selesai, ternyata hubungan pertemanan kami semakin dekat. Yaaa karena kita sama-sama single jadi agak bebas gitu kemana-kemana ge. Akhirnya kita berdua sepakat untuk menjalani hubungan Friend with Benefit. Tenang dulu para netizen, ini tidak seperti yang kalian pikirkan. Hahahaha. Kami berteman dengan sangat baik dan pertemanan ini membawa kami untuk bersimbiosis mutualisme. Iya, kami sama-sama memberikan keuntungan. Dia yang mau tak mau harus mendengarkan cerita-ceritaku dan aku yang mau tak mau harus mengantar dia kalau dia jadi instruktur senam tapi biasanya sih sama-sama mau wong ceritaku selalu seru dan aku selalu bercerita saat aku mengantar dia, iye ga tin? Hahaha.

Satu kata yang menggambarkan Christin di semester 8 ini adalah … Gabut. Gimana ga gabut coba? Matkul cuma ngontrak skripshit ditambah tuna asmara ah udah kombinasi terbaik. Kegabutannya ini terkadang membuatku susah, asli susah. Masa nih anak suka tiba-tiba ngajak makan jam 10, leuheung jam 10 pagi mah .. ini mah jam 10 malem mana kalau ditanya

“Mau makan dimana cuk tin? “

“Bebas”

Eh anjay tak tahukah anda bagaimana sulitnya menerjemahkan arti kata “Bebas”. Heleeeeeehhhh seblak ceker~

Bercanda Lintas Agama

Kombinasi medan + tomboy memang paling aku senangi. Orang dengan kombinasi seperti itu, meski omongannya pedes tapi tak pernah ada kebohongan sedikitpun terlontar dari mulutnya. Kalau merasa gasuka tentang suatu hal pasti ga pernah dipendem-pendem, cungurnya pasti nembak nembak tuh. Pokoknya dia kalau lagi marahin orang beuuuh itu lisan kaya nasi goreng karetnya dua alias pedes banget bangsaaaad~ Hahahaha.

Kombinasi ini juga membuatnya tak pernah merasa sakit hati, emmm maksudnya sakit hati dalam bercanda. Ceplas-ceplos seenak dewek tak akan buat hatinya tersakiti. Dia dengan entengnya tetap tertawa, tak ada rasa kesal sedikitpun. Ini yang membuatku senang berteman dengannya, enak heureuy na. Aku yang senang bercanda ini seakan bisa menggunakan kekuatan humorku dengan maksimal karena tau lawan bercandaku ini tak akan sakit hati yaaa tapi paling ada sedikit lebam di beberapa daerah tubuhku, wong dia tangannya enteng banget mukul kek petarung UFC. Hahahaha.

Saking enaknya kita berdua bercanda, terkadang humor kita mencapai level gone wrong kalau dilihat dari sudut pandang orang lain. Tapi menurut kita itu sendiri hanya candaan yang tak lebih dari interaksi dua orang yang berusaha membuat lawan mainnya bahagia. Gini nih contoh bercandaannya

“ Cad maneh pernah makan daging kura-kura ga? “

“ Engga “

“ Kalau daging biawak? “

“ Engga juga lah “

“ Daging anjing ? “

“ Apaan sih maneh nanyanya teh, kan ada daging sapi dan ayam yeee ngapain juga aing makan yang begituan “

“ Hahaha kasian “

“ Hah? Kasian kenapa? “

“ Di agama kamu itu semua haram ya? “

“ Iya, kenapa gitu? “

“ Kasian, ga akan pernah bisa nyoba makan daging-daging yang aneh. Makanya kaya aku dong, Kristen “

“ HAHAHAHAHA BNGGGSDDD MANEH “

Kita berdua pun tertawa puas.

Another example ..

“ Cad besok teh hari apa? “

“ Minggu “

“ Lah gua kira besok hari sabtu, lupa gua “

“ Segabut apa sih maneh sampai bisa lupa hari gini? “

“ Untung urang nanya sama maneh, kalau engga .. bablas dah besok gua ga ibadah “

“ Eh maneh ya udah mah kafir terus ga ibadah pula, dosa besar lah maneh “

“ HAHAHAHAHAHA “

Kita berdua tertawa lepas di atas si Blacky.

Sebenernya masiii banyak contohnya tapi dicukupkan saja takutnya public tidak bisa menerima. Hahahaha.

We are Unity in Diversity

Terkadang saya merasa heran, kok beberapa pihak seneng banget sama yang namanya berantem hanya karena berbeda? Berbeda suku .. berantem, berbeda agama .. berantem, berbeda mendukung tim sepak bola .. berantem, berbeda rasa .. berantem. Ngoahahaha. Ini saya curiga mereka belum pernah merasakan indahnya perdamaian. Indahnya hidup rukun dalam perbedaan. Ah, entahlah .. aku pun bingung. Di tengah isu seperti ini di Indonesia, aku malah menemukan hal yang kontradiksi. Aku menemukan kenyamanan disaat bersamamu, Christin~ *Hoeeeeekkkk muntah-muntah

Ayo, kawan-kawan kita perbaiki lagi moral dan sikap kita. Berantem itu cape, mending damai aduuuuh indah. Sebenernya apa sih yang buat kita harus bermusuhan? Perbedaan tidak bisa dijadikan alasan untuk saling memusuhi, cari alasan yang lebih keren kalau mau musuhan. Hahahaha. Gimana yaaa kalau terkait akidah rasanya berteman dengan mereka yang berbeda tidak akan membuat akidah kita goyah. Kan sudah jelas kalau di Islam, “ Bagiku agamaku bagimu agamamu “. Jadi, ayo hilangkan sifat buruk diskriminasi!

Akhir kata, untuk sahabatku Christina Panjaitan. Ayo semangat skripsinya cuy, maneh mau disusul sama urang? Hahaha. Semoga kamu bisa menjadi pribadi yang lebih baik lagi, karirnya sukses dan segera dapat jodoh. Tapi sebenarnya aku bingung, apa do’a aku bisa dikabul ya? Kan kita beda :p Hahahaha.

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Bombarding my blog with posts-

im starting a royalty AU. You cant change my mind. here are some thoughts

Dream- Land Kingdom

George- Ocean Kingdom

Sapnap- Fire Kingdom

Techno- Midnight Kingdom

Jschlatt- uhhh i need halp on his- pls send helpp

Nikki- Sun Kingdom

Wilbur- Moon Kingdom

Karl- Flower Kingdom

Fundy- Animal Kingdom

Punz- Wind Kingdom

Tell me something for schlatt i ned halp plss.

-Blacky :)

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Absent - Part 9

Quickie update.   prev parts

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Riza found a bench and sat down, determined to enjoy this evening in the park with her dog and her alternative significant other.  Roy happily joined her and sat back to relax as they watched her dog run off the dinner he had thanks to Roy spoiling him.   Night was falling and their date would end soon, he'd drop her off at  HQ and she decided to check a car out of the motor pool and drive to her home town during the night.   Taking the train would take too long and she liked the freedom a car presented.     Sure she wasn't an officer stationed here, but she knew her way around paperwork and the recently enlisted men who ended up working the night shift and juggling too many responsibilities to really check more than her uniform when she took the keys for a vehicle.

“If you want I can make a rubbing of this and send Ed to research it in the library. He has access being he is a state alchemist.”   Roy offered and knew he would catch hell for this.   He could hear Maes screaming 'You asked to rub her coin?'  but he could count on Ed to come back with a detailed and overly researched report.    

“No, I don't want to waste your time...”

“It's not a waste of my time at all!” Shit that sounded too eager.  Too desperate.   “This could very well be a weapon of some kind and there could be more.  It's a public service.”  

“The library is in Central.”  She said and Roy was quick to reply.

“A quick train ride.   Ed can stay with a friend.”

And Hughes would be grilling Ed instead of him and Ed would be out of his house and office asking questions.  I see through you Roy Mustang.  “I appreciate the offer but I really don't want to get too many people involved in case this is as dangerous as it seems.”

“I also don't want you investigating this alone because of how dangerous it seems.”  Roy said smoothly. Damn he thought that was clever, but her look told him she just wasn't buying it even if she appreciated the effort.

“Do you have reason to believe I would be in danger if I investigated this?”  She asked.  She couldn't help but wonder how much he really knew about what was happening in his government.  Would he be blindsided by some of the things they had discovered?  He clearly didn't know about the philosopher's stone and the war.  With the Elrics staying so close to him because they had a home and help, they didn't get to see the country  outside of military dominated control.  They didn't get to help as many people.    

“I've never seen something like this before.”  Roy said and motioned towards the coin.  “I think it does have it's applications as a weapon and if that is the case I could see it being something terrible if it falls into the wrong hands.”  

Like our military.  Riza nodded and didn't voice her opinion.  

“I'd like to work with you on this.”  He said and realized he just sounded pushy now.  First he wants another date immediately and now he was trying to worm his way into her research. This was why he was single.

Oh how she wanted his help.   He could unlock all it's secrets and undo the damage that had already had been done but in the process he could undo her.   She knew it was only a matter of time before she would have to prove her ability as an alchemist and leave mere discussion behind.  However talking with Roy put her at ease and they had always talked about so much, broaching topics they would have otherwise avoided or denied.   He had always been the one who could make her come to terms with something she refused to acknowledge.   Talking with him opened up so much inside herself and also his own perspective.   If someone was going to show her the answers she needed it was going to be him, she was too good at denying things to herself.  

“Riza?”

“I want to understand this.”  She said and held out the coin.  “In understanding it however it will open up doors of expertise that I don't know if I want anyone to have.  Flame alchemy is more of a curse than a blessing, I am always wary of new and intriguing branches of alchemy that rarely are an olive branch.”

Roy turned the coin over.  “It's not permanent, the coin has an escape door built into it.”

“Isn't that odd?” She asked.  

“Xerses was an interesting culture.  It could have also been used as a trial of some sort.  To test a warriors ability.”  Roy said.  He leaned over and looked at the coin.  “As far as I can tell if you really want to leave the fantasy than you have a portal to do so.”

“As long as someone doesn't kill you first.  Or your body give out.” She said and he shrugged.

“What is a challenge without a time limit?  How can you really test someone unless you stress them?”  He sat back and watched the dog play with some stick he found.  

“It's like our training as soldiers.   We are tested on our ability to react when in simulations.  As split second to determine friend or foe while your finger is on the trigger. “  She said.

“Or how we test our alchemists during skill assessments.”  He said. “It's a single opportunity to prove yourself in front of the Fuhrer.  You go in unprepared for what you'll have at your disposal. Sometimes you have to combat other alchemists.  I guess things haven't changed that much.”

Riza reached over and grabbed the bag that Ed's dinner was in and set it on her lap.  “Can I borrow a pencil or chalk?”

Roy felt in his pockets and produced a pencil for her.   She placed the coin inside the paper bag and rubbed on it, then flipped if over and moved to another section to run on it again.   “So what did I say to make you trust me enough to give me this?”

“You're clearly do see practices in our military that are questionable.” She said and glanced at him.  “You understand why I'm being so secretive of this.”

“Do you have evidence of that?”

“This coin.” She said and left it at that.   “Do you want to take any notes?”

“No, we already have sketches from this morning.”  He said.  “I just wanted to see if you wanted my help or not.”

“If I said no?”  She asked.  

“I would have respected that and probably would have had to chase Ed around the house for his notes, but eventually would have got them from Al.  Unfortunately it's something we can't unsee, but we can try to forget about it.”  He took the bag back and looked at the rubbings.  Thankfully the bistro used those thinner white bags and not nice lunch bags.   “I promise nobody outside of us will know about this.”

“I should be getting home.  Hayate needs his real dinner.”  She was glad Roy fed him since she was without much money and a home.   Poor dog didn't deserve to go without food even if he was imaginary.  “I have some inspections to do tomorrow so I probably won't be able to see you during the day.   So shall I meet you at your office same time tomorrow?”

He stood up and smiled.  “Yes.   I'll have a better understanding of this by then.”

“No need to send Ed for research.  I don't want to draw attention to this any more than I have.”

“Sure.” He watched Hayate run over and sit down beside her.  What a well trained dog!  Blackie could learna few things from him.  “Can I drop you off at HQ or home?”

“HQ will be fine.  I have to pick up some documents I need for tomorrow.” She said and they started to walk back to the restaurant.   She felt this might be a promising way of working her way out of the situation.  If Roy and the boys worked on this all night and day, they'd be so hopped up on caffeine and excitement when she met them at the office to be able to get a word in.   Nobody would care about her ability, or lack there of, when they were all babbling about the research they did.  Alchemists were very predictable.  Hopefully by then she will have convinced her alternative self to let her in on the secrets of alchemy that were stored in the deepest parts of her mind.  

[seashellkittyatsunset]

Home is Where the Heart Is

          The sunlight beating down from the heavens was harsh against Ignis’ back as he ran, dodging around a couple of bushes that had the nerve to be growing in his path. Duscae was quite the beautiful region when things weren’t so hectic but that wasn’t the case this day. He could feel his panic building and try as he might it was hard to stifle. His heart was thundering in his chest and his head was throbbing from the exertion. It was supposed to have been a good day, spent with friends and family at their yearly camping trip, yet it had turned into this disaster.

         “Dude! Slow down!” A voice called out to the harried man and he turned, nearly colliding with a low branch in his haste. His old friend, Prompto, was hurrying to catch up with their older friend, Gladio, right on his heels. Ignis finally came to a stop as the other two reached him and all three of the companions paused to catch their breath.

         “Man, I thought I was a fast runner!” gasped Prompto, bent over at the waist with his hands on his knees and wiping his scruffy chin.

         “He’s giving you a run for you money, that’s for sure.” Gladio huffed along with them, running a hand through his hair, part of which had come out of his ponytail. “Iggy’s a man on a mission. Doesn’t get more serious than that.”

          “Quite right, which means we must keep moving.” Ignis was irritated at having had a delay, the trail growing colder with every second, and went to go back to his chase when a strong hand grabbed his right arm. Looking with his good eye, he could see it was Gladio.

          “We’ll find ‘em Iggy, but don’t run yourself ragged looking for them. We’re as worried as you are.” Though both he and Ignis bore similar troubled looks on their faces, Gladio was right. It would not be good to be in a frothing state at this moment.

          “Yeah! With us on the case it’ll be a cinch!” A smile cracked Prompto’s mien as he finally stood upright, throwing the two of them a thumbs up.

          “Right…” Taking a couple of deep breaths to calm himself, Ignis shoved his shades back up on his nose and squinted around, Prompto and Gladio doing the same. The brightness was not doing him any favors and was hurting his eyes something fierce; especially his left one which had just recently regained its sight. He closed it in hopes it would diminish the pain but kept his right eye open, searching. Finally he spotted a scrap of cloth lazily waving in the breeze off of a bush’s limb and hurried to grab it. Studying the flowery pattern, he knew they were on the right track.

          “This way! And don’t dally!” Ignis took off towards the thicker part of the forest with his comrades following close behind. They had spent the next couple of minutes running north until the scared kwehs of a chocobo and shouts of children reached their ears. His heart plummeting into his feet, Ignis was the first to break through the tree cover to the scene now unfolding.

          A vicious pack of Coeurls had cornered three black chocobos towards an outcropping of rocks, the birds trying to keep them away with angry squawks and pecks. Hidden behind the mounds were several mops of hair just barely visible over the top, trembling in fear. Jet blacks, dirty blondes, light brown, silvery blondes…

          With a roar, Gladio unstrapped his greatsword from his back and charged at the cats, taking a huge swipe at the group to make them scatter. Prompto wasn’t too far behind, unholstering his pistols with a steely look in his blue eyes as he started firing to further disrupt the pack. Ignis leapt into the fray last with a snarl, whipping out his daggers and expertly hitting the eye socket and neck joint of one of the offending animals and fully capturing the beasts’ attentions. They worked together like a well-oiled machine as they effectively dismantled the animals’ own unity, their years of experience hunting and fighting giving them the advantage. A well-aimed kick from Prompto sent a Coeurl staggering where Ignis awaited, his daggers giving off a flash as they sliced through the cat’s jugular. Seeing its brother’s fall, another was ready to pounce at the man’s exposed back before a gigantic blade came slicing through its spine, bisecting it clean in two as Gladio came up from the side. Within minutes of the fight starting it had ended, the dead bodies of the pack lying strewn across the clearing and the comrades standing none the worse for wear.

          Several curious heads soon popped up from behind the rocks, and seeing that the coast was clear and the three men that had come to save them, the kids rushed out all at once with their chocobo guardians following to greet their rescuers.

          “Daddy!” Two raven haired children were quickly swept up into Gladio’s embrace, the man giving them a huge bear hug with his sword planted forgotten in the ground.

          “Pops!” Twin blondies tackled their father Prompto to the dirt, with him barely having enough to time holster his guns before his girls were on top of him laughing.

          “Papa!” The remaining three, two sliver-blondes and one brunette, were encircled in Ignis’ arms in a warm embrace, his daggers safely strapped back to his legs. He crouched on his knees and buried his face into them, his heart finally relieved of its stress. The chocobos gave happy kwehs and nuzzled their masters along with the kids, ruffling their feathers in contentment now that the danger had passed.

          “Just what were you all doing out here?” Ignis looked down at his children, searching their faces for answers. His oldest, Lucie, was the first to speak up.

          “We’re really sorry, Papa…” she pouted, her green eye shining in apology while the other was covered by her eyepatch. The scrap of fabric he had found had belonged to her skirt, and he was grateful to see that his daughter was otherwise unharmed. She shoved some of her silver blond hair out of her face before she continued. “We were just taking Ebony, Midnight, and Blacky out for a ride when those Coeurls jumped us and the chocobos just took off…”

          “Yeah, but you sure showed them jerks what for, Daddy!” Belladonna, Galdio’s daughter, piped up from the shelter of her dad’s arms with a grin. Her older brother, Ratree, shushed her quickly. “Sissy! Don’t use a bad word!” She was quick to respond with her tongue out before earning a stern look from Galdio.

          “You rascals gave us one heck of a scare, that’s for sure.” He sighed, ruffling their hair before setting them down and sheathing his sword onto his back once more. He then picked them both up again with one arm, depositing them onto Midnight and grabbing the reins.

          “Awe, we didn’t mean ta!” Lillith frowned, her and her twin Cuprum having already clambered off of Prompto, allowing him to get up.

          Cuprum had her arms crossed, nodding in agreement with her sister. “Shucks, it’s not like we WANTED to scare ya n’ the uncles, Pops.”

          “We know, but that doesn’t make us any less worried about you kids.” Prompto huffed, helping his girls onto the back of Blacky who trilled quietly in preparation to return to their camp. “I swear, your mom was about to whack me with a wrench for letting you guys outta my sight…”

          “Auntie Cindy must’ve been kidding!” Ignis’ second child, Julian, was looking incredulous as he spoke, glancing down at his father for reassurance from the saddle on Ebony. He was practically the spitting image of the man, right down to the way he arched his eyebrow inquisitively. Except for his silvery hair, which he had inherited from his mother. “Right, Papa?”

          Ignis, letting out a small groan as he placed his youngest, Fraxinea, onto Ebony’s back behind her brother, just smirked at his son. “I’m afraid not, Julian. Your mother had much of the same sentiments and would have used her lance to skewer me, if she hadn’t been, ah, “indisposed” at the moment.” He chuckled, knowing that Aranea would’ve still done it anyways had he not taken off with Gladio and Prompto at that moment.

          “Is Orpheus giving her trouble again, Papa?” Lucie furrowed her eyebrows together and shifted in her seat uncomfortably. “He really needs to be born soon so he can stop giving Mama so much grief.” The oldest out of all the children, she always made it her business to look after everyone and so was maturing as quickly as her father did when he was her age, speech patterns and all.

          “He will come when he is ready, my dear.” Ignis gave her a kiss on the cheek, and took the lead of Ebony, guiding the small group back out of the forest.

          “At least Cereus isn’t doing that to our mom now!” Belladonna said in reference to her and Ratree’s youngest brother, who had just been born not a month ago. Ratree elbowed her and they nearly broke into a fistfight until Gladio stopped them.

          “ENOUGH, you two. Save the sass for when we get back to the campsite…” His long legs were keeping an even stride in the direction of the haven, though he was exasperated at his children’s usual antics.

          The warmth of the sun’s rays bathed them as they made their way towards their encampment at a much more leisurely pace than moments before. Ignis couldn’t help but smile at the sight of his children chattering on top of their ride. Fraxinea could only babble along with her siblings, her brown ponytail swinging in time with Ebony’s strides. In no time they were back to safety, the rest of their loved ones coming to greet them. Cindy instantly chastised Prompto whilst smothering their twins, causing him to just sheepishly apologize. Belladonna and Ratree cooed over their baby brother Cereus with their cousins Jared and Amaryllis begging them to come and play as their parents Iris and Talcott watched with matching grins. Gladio got a soft hug from his wife in gratitude for the rescue and a genuine smile from Cor for a job well done. Aranea lastly hobbled over to her small family, Biggs and Wedge close behind, and they along with the children devolved into a pile of hugs with Ignis in the middle.

          The scarred man counted his blessings as he pulled his wife close, feeling their son kick his side from within her; surrounded by the most precious people in his life. Giving Aranea a soft kiss and seeing the sunlight dance in her eyes as she laughed, perhaps he had been too harsh the sun…

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A Fine Madness (1966)

A Fine Madness (1966)

Sean Connery attempted to make a clean break from his "James Bond" image in the boisterous comedy A Fine Madness. Connery plays Samson Shillitoe, a Brendan Behan-like poet with a mile-wide misogynistic streak. Try as he might to complete his latest masterpiece, Shillitoe is constantly interrupted by the women in his life. Driven to a nervous breakdown, he seeks help from the medical establishment -- and ends up a babbling shell of his former self. The film takes scattered potshots at a repressive society that forces the truly creative among us into near-madness; at times, it is sidesplittingly funny, though never quite as potent as the Elliot Baker novel upon which it is based. Sean Connery is brilliant, but the public wanted James Bond to behave himself, thus the film didn't do as well at the box office as it should have.

Try four more:

Where Is Kurdistan? (2016)

Jack Irish: Black Tide (2012)

The Home (2014)

Blackie the Pirate (1971)