#I didn't think that's how history went but you do you boo!

[zaynes-nieve]

Zayne: Moonlit Spoilers below!

Memory Reaction!

Okay so we gave a Jade, and it's freaky.

Oh were going on a trip with Zayne fun

Wait. What do you mean that tunnel wasn't there before 😭.

Ain't no way we isekaied. WE DID. AINT NO WAY WE TIME TRAVELED. What in the fanifc. What in the a03!

Oooh yeah get that bag sis. Though how much is 5 cents in this world.

How does this job work tho like without the evol as a History Major now I'm curious 🤔

Oh shit we got separated. Damn how we lose my man so quickly 🙏🏾 😭

Wait. Sick Girl.... Doctor? *Brain making that connection immediately* Awww fuck yeah my boo is around here somewhere

Also how he already get a boat????

Zaynnnnne 💙 ❄️ *fan girl rolling*

AWWWW HE WAS LOOKING FOR MEEEE. Also did he think I would still be in my modern clothes 😭 (He has no faith in us)

Why I think your v neck would be higher until the Kindled. Like I don't mind the view but old century propriety got thrown out ig

NOT THE DOCTOR RP AGAIN, we wild for this one.

New goal find pendant gotcha.

Awwww he carried us! Not the wet shoes tho.

Damn not us walking out the shop. This game got a little too real with that one. I be mad embarrassed

LOL old man is blind as a bat! Or did Zayne inhabit a past life's body????

Zayne the Roleplayer/Con Artist

He is getting a little to good at this

Lol he took one look at me and decided he didn't want to know

DAMN ZAYNE NOT THE ELOPEMENT STORY. GET THIS MAN AWAY FROM THE C DRAMAS XD

"So you elope", LMFAO get this Old man's VA a raise XD

Awwe the domestic life. Going to pick up the hubby from work

Benno is a cute kid/and a gossip

Aww he got hurt. Art is pain or sum shit

Damn a time travel date, here we go!!!!

He is talking a little too smart for me

"Look at Me" Homie you don't need to tell me. I haven't looked away from your chest once

Nah we BOLD BOLD, HIS LAP.

Carving project date commence

Oooh pretty moon

He is out like a light

Let's mess with him den ig

Damn I will be buying this man lipgloss when we get back

Were you ever alseep???

Yall ain't gonna be carving nunthing.

Mc and Zayne are the most horny on main-

Damn we got sent flying. Did the boat rock that badly?

AWWW THE ROCKING IN THE PREVIEW WAS THE BOAT. *Betrayed*

Ooh I'm the Moon! Love that for me. But also I don't like the imagery associated with in Chinese culture 😭 . That Chang'e movie that came out (Over the Moon) psychically hurts me

Yeah nothing is getting done tonight

Now Kiss (not the cutaway, we back to that????)

Awww not him "nervously" why they put that in air quotes? Idk? waiting for the Jade judgement

HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH NO OUR MINDS WERE IN FACT NOT CLEAR AT ALL SHIFU

YEAH BE EMBARRASSED For two people who aren't into PDA yall be throwing it in people's faces (....maybe they are into pda now that I think about it)

Lol we went back and bought that poor man's bracelet. Happy ending for him

[dotster001]

Hey! Congrats on your 1k followers! Going to give your a event a try. Keep up the great work. You are doing a great job! Let's do romantic Twst if thats okay. My first pick was Jade, he reminds me of another video game character. That character? That character is Loki from Devil Survivor Overclock. He did everything for his own amusment. Great game. I had Jade around for a while until Leona showed up. Though I sent Leona back because he is housewarden and Ruggie cant run the dorm for him. Jamil is curently with me on break from Kalim. I think about them all. But I also want them to focus and take care of themselves before come running to me. About me? I like a lot things, but I like ships most of all. In fact give me a chance and I will tell you the history naval warfare. Not just big ships interest me, small ones too. I tend to be a mother hen of my friends. I love animals, its just bugs I'm not very fond of. I think I would be on good terms with Jade and Leona. Might be fun to try a harem with the three of them. Oh I can see this one being a crack fic.

(Hope you like it, boo! It is a chaotic group, but I can also see similar traits that could work to make it better or worse depending on the day 😂)

In this Harem, We Self Care; A tale where Jamil, Leona, and Jade have to get their Shit Together

Three men stood outside of Ramshackle, glaring at each other. Jade held a single rose in his hand, and though his face was the calmest of the three, the stem was dangerously close to snapping. Leona held a gift bag that was full of things that probably cost more than both of the other boy's existence combined. Jamil had brought himself, he knew he was enough. But that didn't mean he didn't have the urge to throw the other two's gifts into the lake.

After a long tense stare down, the door opened. Grim looked at the three in shock, then rolled his eyes.

"It happened!" He yelled inside before leaving the dorm.

You came happily running down the stairs. "All three of you on the same day! I'm so happy! Sit. Sit."

Seeing your happy smile was worth having to deal with the other two. The three men sat on the tiny Ramshackle couch, shoulders touching, and resisted the urge to elbow each other.

"Okay," you said. "Who wants to go first?"

Leona stood up abruptly, tossed the gift bag at Jamil, and threaded his fingers with your, tapping one of your knuckles as he listed things off.

"I did all my paperwork, started regular therapy, did my homework, went to class, went to practice, and called my nephew three times."

You pulled a hand away and cupped his cheek. "I'm so proud of you Leona, good boy."

Then you pressed a soft kiss to his lips. He turned to sit back down with a smug smile at the other two boys. Jamil stood up abruptly, tossing the bag back at Leona.

"I had a discussion about my feelings with Kalim, started regular therapy, took up some offers to split the extensive work I have, and have built a self care day into my weekly schedule."

You wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a soft kiss. "I'm so proud of you Jamil."

With his heart beating at 3 million miles a minute he sat back down.

The stem of the rose had snapped while he had sat there, but he knew he could work with that. He stood, put the rose behind your ear, then gracefully took your hand, pressing a delicate kiss to the back of your fingers.

"I delegated my extraneous work out to other students, scheduled a meditational walk into my day, set a reasonable sleep schedule, and spent some time doing things I love."

You nuzzled your nose against his, then kissed him.

"I'm so proud of you, Jade."

He gave a pleased hum and sat back down. All three men watched you in anticipation as you smiled like the sun.

"I just, you have no idea how happy I am! When I told you we should take a break until you learn to take care of yourselves, I had no idea you'd do so well! And you all came back to me on the same day? Wow, I just love you boys so much!"

"And we love you," Jamil said, probably a little too loudly, as he stood up and wrapped you in a hug, running his fingers through your hair, and pressing your face to himself. 

Nowhere to look but him, he thought to himself smugly.

"Yes, we'd do anything for our beloved herbivore," Leona stood up, looking for a way in to take you from Jamil. Finding none, he sighed and just decided to make it a group hug in order to get some contact with you.

"That said," Jade mused, "I believe the reward for the first person to take significant steps to take care of themselves, and make moves to heal, would be the sole recipient of your cuddles and affection for an entire week."

"Well, which one of you got here first?"

"I did." Three voices rang out unanimously, followed by arguing sounds

"Hey!" You shouted and the room went silent. "Okay, you all arrived at the same time so you'll each get a week. As to the order, I'm thinking of a number between one and five."

Jamil and Leona groaned, but Jade smiled. He always knew what number you'd pick. And the other two knew it.

"Three I guess," Leona groaned.

"Four," Jamil said.

"It's two," Jade said, and you nodded. He victoriously claimed his prize, by passionately kissing you. When he pulled away, he smiled sweetly at the other two, and said,

"Gentlemen, your services are no longer required," then he pointed at the door as you tried to hide an innocent giggle.

The other two sighed and walked out. Once outside the door, Jamil muttered, "I hate pick a number."

"Agreed," Leona groaned.

[bellysoupset]

Ooh, and another question (this is not me at work, having a shit ton to do but not being able to concentrate). Can you talk about each of your OCs losing their virginity? Or first sexual experience beyond kissing if that’s better. Was it positive or negative? Does their current partner know the story? Just feeling like hearing the steamy stuff, lol.

Lis you got no idea of how this ask caused me to spiral lol. So I knew I had answered something like this a while ago, but I couldn't find where in my blog because the search function is useless. So I ended up downloading all of my answers and putting them into one big document... ANYWAY

None of my OCs lost their V card with each other. I really don't much care about the "concept" of virginity, besides how it would affect them, so I do make a point of not having any of my characters be each other's first anything, unless we're talking feelings.

Wendy: Wen's sexual history started very young, she was precocious AF, living in NYC and going to private school. She barely remembers her first encounter, but it was at the turn of fourteen and with a boy that was seventeen and wanted to keep her as a little secret. Safe to say not the best experience. (Reminder this was before her transition). It got quickly pushed aside by many many other encounters, since Wendy hooked up a lot in her early teens. Vince does know about all of this, she opened up completely when they went to NYC.

Vince: Vin's first experience was with a boy actually! Which caused him to totally spiral! A boy from his high school's football team (Corey), they didn't even date, just hooked up and that made Vin suck it up and come out to his parents as bi, who were so supportive despite him being sooo scared. After that the first girl he was with was Miranda, who was older by a year. They dated during her senior year and then she stomped on his heart when she broke up with him to go for college across the country. Despite knowing the relationship wouldn't have lasted, Vince still holds a grudge. Both first times were positive! Wendy knows only about Corey, she's still under the assumption "Vin's high school gf" was just a little dating that lasted two dates, instead of a full year.

Bella: Bella never had a steady boyfriend before Luke. She kissed around a lot as a teen, but lost her V-card to her HS best friend, Gabriel, in his car when she turned 18. It was okay, not amazing, not the worst. They both left town for college soon after. She had hook ups with girls and boys after that, but honestly, and it pains her to say it because it'll go up his head, Luke is IT. Anyone she hooked up with before him or during their break simply doesn't compare. Lucas does know about Gabriel and he's pretty fucking jealous, which Bella thinks is very silly. Most people don't believe Bella only had sex at 18 btw.

Luke: Lost his v-card to a neighbor in their gated community, named Maya. They were both 14 and had no idea what they were doing, so it was technically pretty bad, but overall a cool positive experience. He hooked up with his roommate Gian at 15, when he went to boarding school. Also nice experience. Bella knows about Gian and Maya and dislikes them both, but Maya specially because she feels like competition. Maya's a ginger too, to make everything worse. Luke knows he cannot win when the matter is jealousy, Bella is insufferable, so he never lets the convo go there.

Leo: I think everyone will boo at this. Leo was dating a guy from 15 to 17 (until his father's death), but he lost his V-card at 15 with a much older dude (like 23). Yes, it was cheating. Yes, the guy had no business being around a 15 yo. Yes, Leo also shouldn't be in a bar at 15. Overall though, the dude was super nice and Leo doesn't regret it?? The boy he cheated on never learned about it and Leo lowkey stomped on his heart when he hit 17, so. Jonah has uh. no idea. He knows Leo broke some boy's heart at 17, but not about all the rest.

Jonah: First experience at 16 with a boy named Konstantin, who spoke mostly German, and that's where Jonah has his few german words from lol. It was very nice, but only fun and never went beyond that. Jonah also hooked up with Theo, that I brought up in this fic, and he has never told Leo because his fiancee is crazy-ex-boyfriend levels of insane. Besides, it was just once. Luke knows about Theo. Leo only knows about Konstantin and hates him on principle.

Max: soooo Max is actually the late bloomer of my OCs! (Well not really, but compared to the others he is). He lost his v-card in college, at 22 🙈 and he made no efforts to tell the girl he was with that he was a virgin. If she figured it out, she didn't say anything, but she also didn't call back so. It wasn't bad, it was just completely unremarkable and Max was left with a is that it? sensation. He has fucked around a lot since, but since he only has casual flings, he still is left with that is that it? feeling.

[livelovesimallways]

"The Weekend...." Pt. 2

(Previous)

When Sean decided to barge his way in here, the last thing I expected was for things between us to end up how they started. Although it may not seem like it, sleeping with my sister’s man was something I never thought I was capable of. I swear if he was anybody else, this wouldn’t be happening. But he’s not, and that’s a choice I have to live with. From the outside looking in, it seems like I’m a villain…A jealous, bitter, hater that’s hell bent on ruining her sister’s relationship. In reality, I’m not. Our history goes much deeper than anyone could imagine. Dana thinks I met Sean when she first introduced him. The truth is, I knew him before they laid eyes on each other.

We met at a small “get together” during my freshman year in college. He was there celebrating our school’s first March Madness Playoff victory since he once played. Initially I figured he came over to secure his, "Ho" for the night, so I casually brushed him off. His tune changed real quick after that, with him trying to assure me that wasn't the case. I let it slide and after a nice conversation, we exchanged numbers. To be honest, I didn’t expect much to come from it…Dana always told me that men like him were not going to give me the relationship I wanted. But shit, in the weeks following, that man swept me off my feet. Even though he asked me to keep everything private, I never felt like a secret. We spent that summer vacationing all over…From Sunlit Tides to Monte Vista, we went everywhere. He made damn good use of that NBA contract. Sean was it for me. He was my first real situation and what felt like my first love. Things were great until he started pulling away. Soon after that he told me we were done. I was hurt, but thankfully had school to keep me distracted. I stayed on campus most of my sophomore year, including winter and spring break. Going home consisted of Dana gushing over her new Boo and that was something I couldn’t handle. As the school year ended, they finally decided they were ready to go public. After all, it was his birthday and what’s a lavish party without a trophy standing by your side? She wanted me to meet him first so I reluctantly came home. As she was ready to leave he popped in to say hello. Humph, I tried so hard to hide the shock, embarrassment, and disgust from my face when I realized who was extending his hand. I swear, Sean had some mothafuckin nerve. Unfazed though, he continued as if he never knew me. Everything happened so fast that I could barely get a word out and before I knew it, they were gone. He eventually tried to explain, claiming that he didn't know we were sisters until earlier that day. Although it was believable with Dana's over protectiveness, absence on social media, and the fact that I hated talking about my family, the entire situation didn't sit right with me. I didn't know how to or if telling Dana was a good idea so I left it alone. Seeing them together hurt, especially with the way Sean ended things. But with school creating a nice distance, I was able to move on.

Everything was good. I had my life and they had theirs. Although Sean's place was our new home, I managed to keep myself separate from them for a while. But once they started having problems, humph, shit got messy. After arguments he came to me. It went from venting, to apologizing, to having regrets, to making his way to my bed. It's been three years since we first crossed that line. I don't get any joy from doing this behind my sisters back. And like I said, if he was anyone else. I fell in love with Sean first and as much as I tried to forget him, it never worked. Yesterday he finally admitted what I knew all these years...He loves me too. With Dana on verge of leaving, I don't know what will happen between us. One thing's for sure though...I'm about to put this lingerie set to good use.

"Well damn, you were just sleeping." *walking up closer* "You know, you don't have to get dressed. Security stays upstairs and outside."

"I know...I ain't worried about them."

"Okay?...Then why are you getting dressed? You leavin?"

"I don't want to but..."

"Then don't. If you turn around you'll have a good reason to stay."

It was impossible for him to hide his excitement when he saw what I had on. His smile, his dimples and his beat red face told me everything I needed to know. He was just as enamored as I was. Regardless of any conflicting feelings he had, there was no denying how he felt about me. I gave him a kiss that led to his hands planted firmly on his favorite spot. Shit, he needed that reminder. As things were progressing, with me unbuckling his pants, his phone started ringing. He ignored it, but after getting a text, he gave up, slowly pulling away.

"Just put it on silent Boo..." I said, gently stroking his dick.

"You know I can't..." *moves my hand*

"This is so fuckin stupid! Its only been two days since she found out about Julia and she's already calling. And you?...You don't make any sense! You finally admit that you love me but now you're doing this? You ain't have a problem fuckin me all over this room. What Changed?"

*Briefly closed his eyes* "I don't wanna hurt you Dee..."

"Well, it's too fuckin late for that! I don't get it. What happened to all your regrets? How you wish it was me? How long you've been in love with me? Be a man and stand on that shit! Dana will be fine, its not like you've been the best to her anyway. I can be your secret until you're ready. I clearly don't have a problem with it. Hell, you can keep doing your thing on the side too. Bitches like Julia don't scare me because you know where home is."

"Look, I would love nothing more than to have that with you but I can't. It's too risky and you know it. I'm a starter now and I'm trying to secure my biggest contract yet. That shit is gonna change my life, Dee. If it got out that we're together, it would be over. Controversy only works on tv and social media. I'm sorry."

"You always say that, yet you've risked it all every time we messed around. Moses knows. He hates me and definitely wasn't okay with it. What if he let it slip?" I said, as his phone rang again. "Oh my god, is she stalking you now?"

"No. She's waiting for me. I already talked to her when you were in the shower."

"So that's it? You're ready to spend the rest of your life with someone you barely love?"

"Don't do that. I never said no shit like that and you know it. You really think I put damn near six years into this without truly loving her? Come on now. She may not be the ideal choice, but it works. We can't always get what we want." *looks at his phone* "I gotta go. And yeah, about this...It ain't happening again. I fucked up, I'm sorry."

I hoped he'd turned around and realize the mistake he was making. Humph, but once that front door closed, I knew he wasn't coming back.

Just like the end of summer, freshman year, I was left heartbroken by his ass. I had been suppressing a lot while we went back and forth, only to have it all resurface yesterday. This love shit really feels different when its reciprocated...Damn it's not fair. After crying my eyes out, I grew angry. How does he get to play in our faces like this? I know I was wrong, but him?? I can't do these mental gymnastics again. I don't want to lose my sister but at this point it's gone too far. He did say "we all can't get what we want". She needs to know and he needs to pay. I'll find the right time to do it...Definitely before their wedding. Since I can't talk to anyone about him, music usually helps calm me down.

"Alexa, play Kill Bill by Sza..."

To Be Continued.......

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[diaco1968]

hi i wanted to request a lilttle something... bakugou with a s/o who is jumpy but then gets angry (not full on raging just a couple of curses) at other person for doin it like umm gets scared not scared but gets a lil heart attack when someone suprises, not even intentionally, like they might doin some shit and were unaware that he was standing behind and gets surprised when they turn around. also i hope you're doin well and takin care of urself!! and pls dont overwork urself!

Thank you that's very sweet of you, Hope you're doing well too :* also I think this one was sfw so I did a bit of a crack/fluff. And wasn't sure if it was headcanon or story so did a bit of both, hope you enjoy it! <3

No Warning, just a bit of cursing.

Easily jumpy you say? You can bet your bottom dollar he will exploit that. He will scare you indeed but not in a "boo! Gotcha" way, more in a stand there and loom over you until you notice his presence and crap yourself. Also will like to always deny he enjoys it so he prefers the passive way. He finds it kinda cute, kinda funny, when you, looking all tiny compared to him, and all mad, start cursing away with that pretty little mouth of yours. Probably likes it cause you remind him of a mini-Bakugou?

He will usually brush you off with a forehead or top of the head kiss as well just to add to your frustration.

The only time he will draw the line though is when even though you know things can make you jumo easily, but you are being clumsy about it... :

You squinted your eyes at the glass wondering how stubborn can a stain be as the water rinsed away the foam and the bubbles off and the stain remained just as it was before you even started to clean the windows. You were alone in the house and got bored so you decided to be productive and clean up. And You've been doing this particular window for some time now, the music was blasting and it was all you could hear except the screechy noise of your cloth wipe over the glass of the window, that's why it was only natural that you didn't hear Bakugou walk in a while ago as he stood a couple steps behind the chair and watched your whole body jiggle as you struggled on.

He had his hands crossed over his chest deciding how to approach the situation, annoyed that you were standing on a chair so close to the window, not even worried that you might fall out. On the other hand he didn't want to alarm you by declaring his presence and actually causing the fall, knowing your history of jumpiness.

He didn't decide quick enough though.

You hand was cramping by now and your shoulder was aching so you stopped wiping your forehead in frustration with the back of your arm after you threw the cloth in the bucket and you turned around on the chair to hop off to fetch some other chemicals.

That's when you saw the figure standing behind you.

Your heart skipped a beat as all your muscles went momentarily rigid, a quick cold shiver running down your spine and as per your usual reflex your mouth was the first thing that got control back.

"Ffffucking bitch ass dick suckerssss!-"

By this time you had mentally realised that it was just Bakugou and not some scary entity or invader or anything and that it was going to be fine to calm down. Except. Your foot slipped on the chair and you started falling back. Towards the window.

In the midst of your own panic you didn't have time to see Bakugou's eyes widening in fright and as you closed your eyes bracing yourself for your fate you cursed the universe one last time,

"Son of a bitch!"

You did not feel anything but you heard the window shatter and then nothing. Took a you a while to notice the sound of heavy deep breaths over you. Probably through angry flared up nose trills? None other than Bakugou?

You opened your eyes and sure enough he was staring at you through narrowed eyes ready to explode.

He had wrapped his arm around your waist and was standing in a very awkward position with you literally draped backwards on his arm. You had even gripped onto him in your panic without noticing. You looked up at him through your lashes still feeling your heartbeat in your throat, and seeing as his chest was flushed against yours he could probably feel it too.

He glared at you a few more seconds and finally let out a sigh through his clenched teeth, settling on insulting you instead of scolding you.

"You total dumbass!"

You rolled your eyes and tried to find your footing.

"I'm the dumbass? You scared the hell out of me! You silent creepy lizard!"

His eye twitched but you could victoriously notice the hesitation in him as he tried to figure out from where did you pull that colorful one out of. It always surprised him how you exploded onto him whenever he scared you, intentionally or not. He found it cute and funny. But not when you almost got yourself killed.

"Why were you standing on the chair by the window? Didn't I tell you I will do the windows myself?"

You blinked remembering that he had specifically told you not to do the windows.

"Uh...no?"

He didn't buy it though.

"Okay, sorry... just wanted to do something useful around the house. No pleasing you, huh?"

His expression immediately softened and he heaved another sigh, before stepping out of the broken shards on the floor, putting you up on your feet and hugging your face to his chest.

"If you are waiting for me to apologize for scaring you, you can stop holding your breath,"

You could hear the vibrations of his rapid heartbeat as he pressed you more to himself and you hugged him around the waist.

"you scared me way worse."

"I know..."

The hug lasted a few moments until you had both calmed down and he finally unwrappes himself from around you.

"I'll go find out who to call for the broken window. Don't touch anything. Do NOT cut yourself."

He warned as he walked off leaving you nodding at the stain that was still perfectly preseved on one of the shards. You leaned down and picked it up. Rotated it to the side that would be facing outside the window and the stain immediately came off as you rubbed your thumb over it.

"Bloody fucking cunt!"

[colossal-red]

The Mark

Chapter One: Tomorrow

Ayup mates, little note here, this new AU is very inspired by a YouTuber by the name of Ian Boggs who I’d highly recommend to check out. If you’re curious about any aspects of this au I implore you to spam my ask box as much as you’d like, I’ll happily answer :)

Anyways enjoy the fic! The warning are below :D

Tw: slight vore mention(?), mysterious disappearances, and fear.

WC: 1140

Tubbo woke up with a stretch. He was so Fucking ready for tomorrow! He got up and quickly got ready for school, he was so happy that his Birthday was on a Friday, and he was excited to get his mark. Sure everyone got the Prey mark all the time, but it was still exciting! He exited the house, and waved goodbye to his mom as he started the walk to school, he looked around to see if he could spot his best friend, but he seemed to be nowhere around... suspicious. It didn't take long for him to enter the school, as soon as he did so though, Tommy jumped out in front of him from behind a corner, making a booing sound. "Gah-!" He flinched. "Don't fucking scare me like that man-" He swatted the laughing Tommy as they headed toward their first class of the day... this was gonna be a long day...

After a few classes, he sat down in his last class for the day, History. "Woooo, finally almost done-" He spoke, leaning back in his chair, to Tommy who sat behind him. "What do you think is gonna be on the shitty lesson plan for toda-?" He was cut off. "Language Mr. Schlatt." Came Mr. Halo's voice as he entered the room, his wings curled inward as he got to his desk. "Settle down all of you muffins, now, today's lesson is gonna be on the founding of Essempi..." Mr. Halo droned on and on about Essempi and seemingly everything that happened ever... until the last few minutes of class. "Now, before I dismiss all of you, we're gonna have a brief lesson on the Marks, as I believe we have two muf- I mean, students, who are turning Eighteen tomorrow, correct Mr. Schlatt and Mr. Minecraft?" Tubbo and Tommy both nodded, confirming his question. "Alright then, as you all know, in the entire history of the world, there have been two Marks-" "The Mark of The Prey and The Mark of the Pred, right D- I mean, sir?" Came Sapfucks voice from the back, dude got an unfair advantage honestly. "That is correct Mr. Sapnap, however, there hasn't been a Pred marked in many many years... people doubt they even exist now as everyone who's turned eighteen since then has always been Prey." He turned to face the class again, after having drawn the marks for Pred and Prey on the board.

The Prey Mark resembled bunny ears, while The Pred Mark was depicted as being a set of fox ears. "Even so, it's important that we all know how to defend ourselves properly in the off-chance that someone DOES get the Pred Mark-" He quickly added- "But of course, the chances of anybody getting the Pred Mark is very low of course. Who can tell me some abilities of Preds?" A few hands went up, not Tubbo's tho, he couldn't remember. "Yes Mr. Found?" Of course, the teacher would pick someone whose hand wasn't up. To be fair though, George was passed the fuck out. Tubbo suppressed a chuckle with Tommy. "Oh, er, what was the question again-?" Tommy snickered again as Mr. Halo sighed. "Could you tell me some things about the Preds' abilities Mr. Found? Then you can get back to your muffiny nap-" He said with a polite smile, eventually George would gather his thoughts and blab on a bit more about how they could 'size-shift' and 'smell emotions' and a few other random things that just weren't relevant anymore. Tubbo groaned as this ensued, lightly doodling on his desk before finally... the bell rang.

"Thank Prime..." He heard Tommy mutter as they gathered their things to leave. "Where too Boss Man-?" He asked Tom as they walked the halls of rapidly departing students. "Hmmm, ahhhhh, I just want it to be tomorrow already man!" he pouts a bit as they walk. “Don’t worry Tom, tomorrow isn’t that much farther away, everything will go just fine.” He reassured, they eventually just got some dinner and headed home so they could get started on some homework… and sleep a bit earlier to speed up the process. Tubbo yawned as he worked at his desk, the hours seem to go by so slowly yet so fast at the same time as he trudged through assignment after assignment. He was so glad when he could collapse onto his bed, and finally began to fall asleep…

Meanwhile, Tommy had sped-run his assignments… and was sneaking out of his Dad’s house again, which wasn’t exactly difficult. Ever since Techno had gone missing a few years ago, Phil hadn’t really been the same, which sucked a lot. Tommy wandered through the woods, knowing exactly where he was going. It didn’t take long before he reached his destination, a small box fort, a training dummy, and two wooden swords lay abandoned amongst the grass and twigs. He sighed as he reached down and picked up one that was marked with a big T, only glancing at the one with the lil T. “Miss you Techno…” He rubbed some of the dirt off and placed it back down where it was, before picking up the other sword and turning to the dummy.

After a Prime knows how long amount of time of slashing at the dummy, Tommy rested at the entrance to the box fort that vaguely resembled a castle, just looking about the space as he remembered the old times, he closed his eyes…

“C’mon Tommy I know you can do it-!” Came Techno’s voice from the tree above. “Techno! Just give it the fuck back!” Tommy shouted as he tried to climb up the tree, just barely missing the handhelds. “I will, if you can make it up here, how will you ever be able to escape a Pred if you can’t throw yourself up a tree like I can-?” He spoke, dangling the lil T sword above Tommy’s head from a branch. “You’ve just gotta find the proper foot and handholds.” He encouraged. Tommy took a step back, and inspected the tree again, before trying again. This time, he was able to get up. He grabbed at the handhelds that he could, and though he did stumble once or twice, he was able to get high enough to touch the tip of his sword… before promptly falling. But Techno’s hand caught him, and pulled him up and away from the fall. “Hey, you did pretty good Theseus.” He spoke with a smile as he handed Tommy his sword back. Tommy accepted it with a semi/embarrassed look at having to be rescued, but the two laughed it off and eventually headed home…

Tommy opened his eyes. Fuck, he’d fallen asleep… at least he had a good dream. He stood up and ran back home as fast as he could, going back through his window and looking at himself in his bedroom mirror… today was the day. It was his birthday which meant that… he pulled his sleeve back, and looked at his right arm. On the arm, clear as day, we’re two bunny ears. He smiled, Phew… he had to admit, despite the fact that he knew that it would not be fox ones, it still kinda spooked him. He stretched, and got ready for school quickly. He was excited to see Bee Boy so that they could laugh about how nervous he was…

Tubbo woke up groggy. Hm, something smelt sweet, he wondered if his mom had actually made something. He got up, and looked at himself in the bedroom mirror. He messed with his hair a little bit before leaving it the way it had been. Then, he suddenly remembered, The Mark! He excitedly held his arm up, and pulled back the sleeve. His face did a few different things as he looked at the reflection… it switched from Excitement, to Confusion, to Shock, and then finally, to a combination of Fear and Nervousness. He quickly grabbed a marker off his desk and held it to the Fox Ears that were on his arm, almost glinting in the sunlight as if to say: “Look at me!” He quickly scribbled over the mark a bit, making the Fox Ears look like the Bunny ones that signified Prey. T-this couldn’t be… he couldn’t be a Pred!

Suddenly, another scent came into the air, another sweet one… from outside. A knock came at the door, and he heard Tommy shout. “Open up Bee Boy, we’ve gotta get to school! Happy Birthday by the way!” Oh shit… he exited his room, and went to open the door…

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[donnerpartyofone]

One time when I should have been talking about how much my dead mother hated me or something, I stupidly mentioned to my therapist that someone said something annoying on one of my tumblr posts, and she went after me about what did I expect to get out of social media. She wasn't being sarcastic or hostile, she just kept asking me what were my expectations of publicly posting dearly held beliefs and opinions, or personal experiences; she asked me every time she was unsatisfied (it seemed) with my answer, and eventually we just changed the subject. I kept trying to guess if she had a specific right answer in mind; like, was she implying that I was secretly fixing for a fight, or masochistically putting myself in harm's way? Or was she trying to get me to admit that I was desperate for attention and compliments and I was just looking for them in the wrong places? I seemed to have a hard time explaining that I just love to write, that it doesn't bother me if only the same 4-5 people respond in any way, or if no one responds, and that being pestered and annoyed periodically (that is, not very often at all) is a risk I'm willing to take, but I still reserve the right to be annoyed. I'm only human, or something.

I started using tumblr toward the end of the awful abusive relationship that ate up my 20s. The guy was a crazed narcissist whose only motivation in life was impressing other people, or upsetting other people--anything that forced others to think about him and reflect back to him his personal power. He didn't do anything just because he enjoyed it, so it was very hard--actually impossible for me to describe to him the internal satisfaction I got out of writing and accumulating images for free on a free website. He didn't have the wiring necessary to understand that it was part creative process, part introspection, and part getting to know the world in a certain way. He kept asking me, "What do you GET for using tumblr? But what do YOU GET? BUT WHAT DO YOU GET?" while getting redder and angrier until we just had to stop talking about it. I eventually realized he wanted me to say, like, you get corporate sponsors. You get free shit. You get a book deal. You get famous. You get rich, people fuck you. He couldn't imagine any other reason for doing anything and he was as pissed off about the fact that I just enjoyed something, more or less privately, as he was about anything else about me.

The truth is I don't know what my expectations are. I think I know why I write, at least in part: I'm trying to be understood. I have felt misunderstood for most of my life (yes I know boo hoo), and I think that if I just keep refining and refining and refining the way I articulate microscopic experiences, then eventually it will become impossible for me to be misunderstood ever again. I became an art history major in college more or less by accident because I had no direction in life, and while it turned out that I had no particular talent for the discipline of art history (I graduated with a B- thesis that was called "a grand failure"), I learned a lot about how to verbalize extremely interior and abstract experiences, like that of perceiving art and trying to process its meaning. I usually use this for film now, my main love, which is so much about collaging sensory input to achieve a certain psychic effect, and less importantly about literal, literary-type content.

But who do I want to understand me? Very few people read my writing, will ever read it. And I have learned the hard way that you really cannot force anyone to understand you no matter how skilled you become at saying things or maintaining a paper trail; people just don't listen very well, they project, they twist the conversation into something they WANT it to mean instead of what it does mean, or very often people just want to have fights and they will refuse to hear anything that might resolve the exciting conflict they're having with you. I have had incredibly infuriating arguments about the meaning of individual common words that couldn't even be resolved with the help of a dictionary or sample sentences. Being a good writer or speaker (or listener, even) does not protect you from this.

I think that to a large degree I am trying to make myself understood to myself. I have always been very, very good at internalizing the voices of others, and this can make me doubt the content and quality of my own experiences. Against the influence of people who have disbelieved or ignored me, or tried to get me to believe things I know to be untrue, I write and write and write to submit my findings to an invisible judge and jury. They are all me. It may sound as if I am trying to prove what I believe is David Cronenberg's point about identifying with the body, or trying to debunk what I think Catherine Breillat is saying about human emotion, but secretly I am trying to prove to myself, through these incidental demonstrations of skill and rationale, that I do deserve to feel the way that I feel about the things of which I can no longer speak.

[drysaladandketchup]

Writing Meme

Tagged by my dear @irrelevanttous <3

RULES: go to your published works on AO3 and list the first fic you ever published there, the last fic you published, any fic that you wrote for a fandom/ship only once, your favorite fic you wrote in the fandom/ship that has the most works, the fic you wish more people read, the fic you agonized over the most, the fic that sprang fully formed from your mind without any effort, and a work you are proud of—for whatever reason

first fic you ever published on Ao3: Spirit of Champions, for the Supernatural/Destiel fandom. I don't even know why I'm linking the fic, it was ten years ago I'd like to think my writing has improved a lot since then so... maybe don't read it lol. I actually have another fic that says it was posted on the same date but I think that's because I moved them both over from livejournal at the same time, so whatever

last fic you published: Acts of Devotion for the Hockey/Mattdrai fandom. Much prouder of this fic haha, though I was still getting a feel for hockey and these guys during it's construction. It hopefully won't be my last mattdrai fic though. Got a few ideas and WIPs sitting in my drafts

a fic you wrote for a fandom/ship only once: I don't think I've ever written just one fic for a fandom. Though I certainly have many abandoned WIP's and a few unpublished fics from days gone by. Also due to a lack of ideas or energy, I often end up publishing nothing for a fandom, despite my love for it. But I'll go with the fandom I only published two fics for. After Life's Fitful Fever, He Sleeps Well for The Terror. It's actually a platonic ship (if that counts? Depends on your definition of 'ship' I suppose), but it's still one I'm quite fond of overall

favorite fic you wrote in the fandom/ship with the most works: well I already mentioned Supernatural, so that would be the obvious answer lol. But I already did that, so I'm going to go with a fic from the next biggest fandom I've published for. Which I would say is String Theory for Final Fantasy XV. The only FF game I've ever played, but I had a grand old time, made a lot of friends and had a lot of growth in that community

fic you wish more people read: Can I say any of my fics from the Dunkirk fandom? No? Boo. It's a tiny fandom so I don't expect a tonne of interaction haha. But it is the fandom I've written the most for. Ideas just kept on coming (probably because I love history and angst). So I'd say... Where You Were, Where You're Needed. My first for the fandom, and one I still love dearly

fic you agonized over the most: Skybound, for Dunkirk. It's the only novel-length fic I've written, and it took me two years. I also didn't publish it until it was completely finished, edited, re-drafted, and remodelled within an inch of it's life so... yeah that one. Plus all the history research and story planning that went into it was a lot more than I usually do. It was fun, I'm glad I finished it, but fuck I don't know how people write novels regularly. Stephen King tell me your secret

fic that sprang fully formed from your mind without any effort: For The Glory, for the Hockey/Mattdrai fandom. Maybe the fastest I've written anything. Basically wrote it from start to finish within a couple hours, not including food and sleep. Not a monumental fic, no, but for someone with chronic fatigue and adhd... astounding. It was very much a result of conversations with M. and her determination to drag me into hockey and mattdrai. Successfully, clearly haha

work you are proud of: I'm going to say Skybound again. Small fandom, but a huge fic for me. One I could probably turn into an original piece with minimal finagling if I wanted. I would also like to think one could enjoy the fic without having seen Dunkirk. That being said, now that it's been over a year a half since I finished it, I'm already looking at it thinking 'I could have written this differently. I could have removed this or tweaked that.' Editor hell. But I'm leaving it as is, using it as a benchmark for my (hopefully) continued improvement as a writer. I think I improved over the course of writing it, even. A lot changed from inception to publication. But I'm no less proud of it, as a written work or as a story. I did what I wanted, and I wrote the exact story I wanted to read. So I'm happy :)

Thank you for the tag, M.! <3

[moonwaif]

Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Thanks....

Ahh such a challenging question! Ok I will do my best.

Also I included video games because I can't control myself. Sorry!

1. Wei Wuxian (MDZS/CQL)

The bae. The boo. The blorbo of blorbos. I love everything about him. His stubborn adherence to justice and defending the weak, his clarity of personal values, his genius, his boldness, his wit, his sense of humor, his disaster antics, his teasing, his tendency to challenge, the fact that he plays a flute, his chaos, the way he will do anything for those he loves and will not stand to let them be insulted, his successes, his failures, his intensity, the way he mellows out a little after resurrection, the way he [redacted], etc etc etc. If I even imagined him looking at me intensely or with interest I would DIE.

So yeah I feel a normal amount about him.

2. Ardyn Lucis Caelum/Final Fantasy 15

This guy got SO fucked over. It's like if Jesus died but then god didn't resurrect him, he let another person take the credit. That's kind of what happened to Ardyn!! I can see how he ended up on the trajectory that he did, I would be pissed off and probably lose sight of myself too. Anyway yeah super interesting back story. On top of that he's got awkward uncle energy and just the most bizarre fashion sense.

3. Kamishiro Rize/Tokyo Ghoul

I just vibe with her for some reason. Love her style, she likes books. She eats a lot, that's cute. Learning more about her history later on in the series added some complexity, but she was already striking to me from the start. She refused to be tamed. (I mean. She was definitely doing bad things, lol. But in terms of a character I like her a lot.) Oh, and I think the friendship she sort of had with Tsukiyama Shuu is hilarious.

4. Zack Fair/Final Fantasy 7

Just a genuinely goodhearted, goofy guy. But also excellent at what he does. Even in the corrupt world of Shinra, he never loses sight of what being a hero means to him.

5. Aerith Gainsborough/Final Fantasy 7

Sweet, playful, fun, with hidden power. At the same time she has gone through huge challenges: loneliness, isolation, loss, incarceration, etc. She's really good at building community and bringing people together. Absolute wife material.

6. Xie Lian/Tian Guan Ci Fu

I love how comprehensive of a portrait that TGCF gives of him. Even when he was young and overconfident, he was still kind. He wasn't arrogant. He went through suffering and still came out the other side committed to kindness. He contemplated cruelty and still chose kindness. At the same time he can be a total bitch sometimes, and I love him for that. Mostly, I love that he's like a cool, dashing hero with a silly and self-conscious side. Nothing ruffles his feathers (except Hua Cheng).

7. The Room

I like Lisa's mom. And the football.

8. Hancock/Fallout 4

This crusty ghoul mayor who lives in post-apocalyptic United States, dresses in 17th century getup, and does a lot of drugs. He has a strong sense of justice though. Lives by his own moral code. Stands up for those who need a defender. Rebel with a cause. I have a type.

9. V from Cyberpunk 2077

Main protag of the game. You can play them many different ways in terms of personality, but i think the situation they are put in is extremely interesting. I got very attached to this character, moreso than I usually do to build-your-own protagonists from other open world games.

10. Boxcar from fallout new vegas

There's this character in the game fallout new Vegas who you find sitting alone in a ghost town that just suffered an attack. He's an escaped convict. He survived the attack but his legs are broken. He's super pissed off and rude and bitchy. You're able to help him and give him medicine, but he just continues to sit there being pissed off for the entire rest of the game. I have played this game so many times and I always enjoy talking to him. I wish he could leave after you give him the medicine.

Bonus: Zhen Huan from the Legend of Zhen Huan.

This historical palace harem drama has so many good characters but the protagonist has interesting character development over time.

So many different telenovela villains.

I would need a whole separate post. No one does evil quite like a telenovela villain. They just do bad stuff to be doing bad stuff.

[miracleweaponhunt]

Miracle Weapon Hunt Chapter 48: Semifinals

"So then, what's happened here?"

The worst came to pass, and a guard was dead. Found inside the building in the early morning hours. A large scar on his neck, looked like it was from a sword, or at least a machete of some kind. But despite that, there wasn't any blood to be seen. The guard had a sword, and it was chipped in a few areas to indicate he was in a fight, but there was very little blood on either the blade or his clothes. Especially odd considering just how gory the neck was.

"So then, Arden. What do you make of this?" Rodrick looked at the corpse as he applied his gloves to his hands. Arden tried to play it cool around the body, but he wasn't certain if it was working.

"Well, I was asleep. Didn't hear anything, so maybe he got shoved out the window?"

"Well, nobody seems to have tampered with the window." Rodrick approached the window and looked outside it. Nothing out of the ordinary there, either. No blood on the floor below, and while it was high up, there didn't appear to be evidence of a fight occurring.

"Wielders. Only option." Rodrick said calmly, taking out his notebook. "And I think I figured it out."

"Already?"

"There was a man who had the power to switch people's places, remember? He got kicked out during the qualifying rounds, but that was probably to keep a low profile. Okay, tell your men to get the information on every participant, and if you can, their current location. Because if one leaks information, they all do."

Rodrick scouted the top floor. Sure enough, the fake gauntlet was still where he left it, in a random hotel room on a pedestal, practically begging to be stolen. He pulled up a photo he had printed of the fake. Sure enough again, the gauntlet was now at a slightly different angle. Someone took the bait, and it was time to figure out who.

Cassandra woke up, barely able to hold her head with how heavy it was with thoughts of yesterday. Julian was still asleep, so she didn't think to disturb him. She just went down to the kitchen, got herself some toast to fill herself, and began eating. The other three remaining were in the room. Cheng politely waved to her, and she waved back at a safe distance. Capri and Willow were discussing something amongst themselves. What exactly? Didn't really matter. She was halfway through her toast pile when she realized she didn't put anything on it. Whatever, the bread here was probably grown for optimal muscle gain and tasted good enough as is. When that was done, her and Cheng were called into the arena.

Cassandra brought a spear and a axe with her. Keep this guy at a distance. And if that fails, cut him up.

"And welcome to the semi-finals of the Fightston Games!" The announcer rang out to the cheering crowds. "We got the one girl army out for vengeance, Cassandra Torres!"

The crowds cheered as Cassandra stepped into the arena. They were practically in a frenzy, wanting bloodshed. Her or Cheng? To them it probably didn't matter.

"And her opponent, the king of mutilation with no history except the bodies in his wake, mister Cheng Tse!"

The crowd was stirred up into another frenzy, but one of pure unfiltered hatred. The arena started throwing out curses and boos, but Cheng stood still to it all. He just shrugged casually to Cassandra, who didn't feel like reciprocating.

"And… begin!"

Cassandra brandished her spear and pointed it towards Cheng. Cheng looked at the point, and then back at Cassandra. Cassandra ran and swung the spear horizontally, which Cheng ducked under. Cassandra followed with a kick to his shins, and Cheng tripped. Cassandra threw the spear over him, causing him to panic a little. Cassandra grabbed him by the legs. Pretty simple plan here. Get him out without actually hurting him. Once they were at the edge of the arena, he was thrown out of bounds. In less than half a minute, he was dealt with.

"Oh, there's no blood this time?" The announcer whispered from his booth, not realizing his mic was still on. "I mean, Cassandra takes a quick victory! And now, Capri against Willow!"

Nobody was considering the fight ending this quick, so Cassandra shuffled through the entryway on her own. She wasn't Legion. Cheng was probably Legion, and she didn't know him. She didn't like him. She had no memories of him or anything else relating to the Legion, other than the ones she killed. Which felt bad. But it shouldn't. Except it should. They're brainwashed children grown into a weird cult. But was she also in a weird cult? Cheng said divine birthrights and monarchies were bad, and like…probably? Willow was cool, but all it took was one unprepared asshat with power and the skyspace would crumble. Because if Willow was to be believed, that almost happened with Fightston once? Her head was quickly filling with thoughts, and some of them leaked out when she bumped into the wall.

"You okay?" Willow asked from in front of her.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. Good luck with your fight."

Willow gave Cassandra a side-eye, which she didn't respond too. Probably thinking about saving whatever Legion members were scheming around here. She stepped out into the arena, and Capri was already waving to the fans.

"And now for the second fight! The jovial princess vs the queen of clowns! Willow vs Capri! Now, begin!"

Willow charged towards Capri, spear in hand. She thrust it forward, and Capri ducked underneath, getting behind Willow and landing a kick, sending her forwards. Willow clutched her spear, spinning it around as soon as she regained her footing. Capri calmly jumped, landing like a cat on the edge of her spear, gazing into Willow's eyes before she flicked the spear upwards. Airborne, Capri quickly changed her mallet to the size of a person and slammed it downwards. Willow got away, grabbing the mallet as the size changed enough to fit in her hands. She snatched it out of Capri's hands, throwing it at her head and following that up with a punch to her stomach. 

Capri tumbled away dramatically, which eventually turned into cartwheeling around Willow, managing to evade every swing of her spear and responding with kicks to her legs. Willow was always able to stand, but her breathing was feeling heavier. She was quickly losing steam, so she had to end this, and end it quickly. 

She held her spear upwards, spinning it above herself with one hand. When she was almost certain Capri was in front of her, she spun it slightly slower so that the point was behind her when Capri approached. As she predicted, Capri appeared in front with a devilish grin and a fist coiled and ready. Willow barely managed to retaliate, their fists colliding, and Willow hopped over the sweep she knew Capri would pull, moving her fist to an overhead swing. Capri took the hit, sticking her tongue out and falling to her back like a cartoon. Willow hesitated to react, and Capri sprung up regardless. Willow swiped the air in front of her, and Capri put her fingers on the tip of the spear. Willow then swung her spear behind her slamming them both on the floor and diving to meet Capri on the ground. She landed successfully, and Capri was unable to move. Her arms were free, so she quickly scrambled to get her hammer out of her pockets, which Willow allowed with no resistance. She was just applying pressure to not let her up. Now she was suspicious, but this was her only option. 

She got the mallet out, trying to hit her hands with it, but Willow wouldn't budge. Out of options, she increased the size, and yet Willow didn't move. She threw the mallet upwards, and Willow still wasn't moving. Surely she wasn't trying to force a tie, right? But as the mallet reached it's apex, Willow quickly flipped Capri to the top, kicking her in the stomach before crawling out from underneath her as the mallet made it's impact. Willow quickly climbed to the top and sat on the enlarged mallet as Capri struggled to breath underneath the weight. The mallet shrunk, and Willow calmly pushed Capri's head to the ground as she tried to get up.

"Well, Capri. As fun as this has been, I think we both know you got outplayed."

"Well, I guess so." Capri sighed, slightly moodily. "I quit."

"And Willow makes it to the finals!" The announcer yelled. "Be sure to tune in tomorrow for the grand finale!"

[nonlethal2]

04/24/24

Well, last night on Instagram, I unfollowed/unfriended Kerr. After I did it, it felt like heartbreak all over again. Looking back, I don't know why it hurt so much being that he was still the same jerk he has become. Plus, why should I give access to a person who just tries to tear me down. I don't view him as a friend. I don't think he knows the meaning of being someone's friend. This all started when he I didn't know tracked me down on Instagram. He is and will always be blocked on Facebook.  He sent me a friend request, which I ignored. He took the request back. He sent another one, which I don't know why but accepted. Then, on Messenger on Instagram, he was back playing games like changing the theme to Willy Wonka and sending emojis. I didn't change it or acknowledge it. Then this was around the time Dave was in the hospital dealing with his foot and infection.  Kerr changed the theme to Winter Wonder Land. It has snow and a snowman on the background, which I thought was adoreable. I sent a heart emoji. Then Allan told me he was suspended  at work.  Here, he refused to take a drug test, and if you refuse, they could fire you. So I messaged him to ask him why he didn't test. Of course, he couldn't just tell me. I was worried at first that the reason he didn't test was that he was taking steroids or he was sick and taking some medication he didn't want people to know about. All he said basically was that he was suspended until he decided if he could have his job back or if he was fired. He then told me that with him being suspended, he was getting paid to go to the gym. Plus, he had enough money that he didn't need to worry.

I finally got it out of him that the reason he didn't test was because he wasn't able to sleep and he went to the doctor who wouldn't do anything for him so he decided to smoke. That's why he didn't test and told management the reason. However management instead of firing him, gave him the opportunity to resign from what he said so if a new employer called them to get his work history they wouldn't be able to say the reason for him being fired.

So he went to work at Asda distribution center, which I told him he wouldn't be able to do because of how physically demanding it was. He did quit there and got another security guard job in some refuge hotel. Seemed pretty sketch to me.

Anyway, he started sending me memes, which felt like he was making fun of me. For the most part, I would ignore it or send memes to try and get under his skin. Then we started this back and forth of what a man is.

He sent me this meme that said this sandwich causes brain cancer. That I don't need to worry since I don't have a brain. I replied back great that you are safe. Now you can leave me alone. He said boo hoo. That my life would be empty without him. I told him no it wouldn't that I have friends with a lot in common. I told him to go harass his son, future daughter in law, his brother, Susie. He replied back triggered? I will do that.

Than he said Before I go

Another definition of a man is someone who doesn't raise there hands and hit a female

Another one is when your wife is getting fucked by Another man u do something about it

Bye.

U will be in touch again

Like I said.u can't be without me.

I said back Not triggered. I don't need to waste time and energy on someone who always thinks he is right. Wants to hurt people. Yeah, and a definition of a man is to be there for someone in their time of need. To help them not continue to put them down and make them feel worthless. Not to play games by making comments on post. One minute blocking them, and the next sending friend request

I won't be in touch. You're the one who contacts me when no one else wants to bother with you. Just like you sending emails randomly.

Now this morning I go on Instagram and he has already sent me a friend request.  Are you serious??? I am suprised that he even noticed that I unfollowed him with all his gym following. 

[mlobsters]

supernatural s13e9 the bad place (w. robert berens)

kept shoving my earbuds into my head thinking i just wasn't hearing the mix right but now this weird recap the music is just not mixed at the right level? it starts out okay but then it's just too quiet, maybe because the recap is so dialogue heavy? i dunno. could i bitch about the music any more? and it just keeps going. and we're not even including missouri in the recap to explain about patience. whatever. is she part of the wayward sisters situation?

good thing quote unquote apocalypse world has these nice distinctive spikes

JACK I didn't know if it would work, but it did. He dreamwalked and I joined him… in Apocalypse World.

snorted. okaaaay

so mary's in the iron maiden-ish thing now. of course.

right up in dean's face to appreciate his universe tilting moment

i dunno if it was the editor or what but whoever was um, making some stylistic choices this episode. patience's little vision was very... not like how this show usually looks. i guess season 13 you can just start tryin shit

JACK I was scared. I was upset. But… why would I look for him? He's no one to me. You, Castiel– you're my family. DEAN Yes, we are. Finding Mom, you… You did a good thing, kid. You did a real good thing.

trying to remember where cas even is right now 😬 oh right, something something angels...?

JAMES Patience, don't. You go now, you choose that life, you don't come back.

are you kidding me??? pulling a reverse john winchester. what the fuck, bro. you cut out your mom from your life and you're gonna threaten to do the same to your daughter?!

god, searching for the line for john and

4x22 lucifer rising

DEAN No, damnit! No. I gotta face the facts. Sam never wanted part of this family. He hated this life growing up. Ran away to Stanford first chance he got. Now it's like déjà vu all over again. Well, I am sick and tired of chasing him. Screw him, he can do what he wants. BOBBY You don't mean that. DEAN Yes I do, Bobby. Sam's gone. He's gone. I'm not even sure if he's still my brother anymore. If he ever was. BOBBY You stupid, stupid son of a bitch! Well, boo hoo, I am so sorry your feelings are hurt, princess! Are you under the impression that family's supposed to make you feel good?! Bake you an apple pie, maybe? They're supposed to make you miserable! That's why they're family! DEAN I told him, "you walk out that door, don't come back" and he walked out anyway! That was his choice! BOBBY You sound like a whiny brat. No, you sound like your dad. Well, let me tell you something. Your dad was a coward. DEAN My dad was a lot of things, Bobby, but a coward? BOBBY He'd rather push Sam away than reach out to him. Well, that don't strike me as brave. You are a better man than your daddy ever was. So you do both of us a favor. Don't be him.

what i was looking for

1x20 dead man's blood

JOHN (Yelling in SAM'S face) You walked away!! DEAN Stop it, both of you. SAM You're the one who said don't come back Dad, you closed that door not me. You were just pissed off that you couldn't control me anymore!

ugh. quality miserable stuff back then.

it's a cool effect and all but this business just went on for way too long

i couldn't with the weird extra shaky cam and jumpy zooms on the outside scene so i'm including the weird vision too. look and feel is all over the place

really don't like dean yelling and pulling his gun on this poor girl. well as i mentioned when i was watching 4x14 cold open never know when something might poke the DV history button. men yelling is a real life trigger thing.

SAM So now what? We get Kaia to the Wind Caves, and then what? Force her to dreamwalk at gunpoint? DEAN We get Mom back, no matter what. Remember?

le sigh. why are we doing this to dean

woof this episode is.... not great.

nexus on a boat

lol okay. mega dino world!

[the-cat-chat]

December 2, 2023

Leo (2023)

Leo the Lizard has been stuck in the same Florida school for decades. When he learns he only has one year left to live, he plans to escape to freedom, but instead has to rescue his class from their horribly mean substitute teacher.

JayBell: Adam Sandler movies are a bit hit or miss for me, but an animated movie is different from what I usually expect from him. And thankfully, this movie is funny, and cute at times, and heartfelt at other times.

There are some great bits of humor in the movie--the overprotective robot babysitter with a crush, the insane animations for the kindergartners, Leo juggling phones, the animals at the birthday party--just to name a few. Some of the songs work for me and some didn't, but they do add to the heartfelt nature of the movie and give it deeper meaning.

I like that all the kids have different issues, and while the movie couldn't go in depth with all of them, the movie tries to show as much time helping the kids as it can.

One thing that bothers me about the plot is that all the kids are preparing for the history fair and all the kids implied that they couldn't have done it without Leo and that's why they need to apologize. I'm a little confused how Leo helping them in their personal lives allowed them to win the big history fair prize. But that's just a little thing that didn't impact my overall enjoyment very much.

Rating: 6.5/10 cats 🐈

Anzie: I was equally excited and really hesitant about this movie for obvious reasons. Like I love Adam Sandler. I loved all his stuff as a kid. Just Go With It? Big Daddy? I had a doggg named after Little Nicky! ( Mom??? Concerned here??) But there’s been a for sure iffy time with Adam Sandler * cough cough I’m looking at you Jack and Jill cough cough* (I went to the theaters to see that 😱) soooooo class lizard voice by Adam Sandler??? I had my fingers crossed.

And thank god! It was really cute and sweet and fun. Adam Sandler’s lizard voice will live in my spinal column in an uncomfortable way until I die, sure, but I’m really glad we watched it. I didn’t even mind the singing! Character growth! (Not Too much anyway- there were some realllll weird songs tho- love the reverse psychology boo freaking hoo one). I also have no clue how they specifically tapped into memories I had as a kid- the L’Oréal kids shampoo bottle, the backpack stuffed so stuffed you have to crawl from school- and the good old Lysol can used for spraying desks. They put a lot of thought into everything and the characters and I was surprised. Alsoooo love how the turtle Squirtle becomes lime green jello over all the kids liking Leo- and all the kids giving Leo phones and then him being like a no good two timing rat when he’s on the phone with all of them.

But annnyways I do think it was very insightful into actual problems kids do deal with, and really awesome how it shows a different way of behaving, while attempting to explain the issue. The animation was a lillll freaky thooo. Oohhh my gawwd and how could I forget! I absolutely love how they animated the kindergartners to look like unhinged feral gerbils! That gives it 3 points alone.

Rating: 8/10 Lizardzzz 🦎

[patricia-von-arundel]

Once upon a time, this dude lived in this town called Durpington-Trollop, a really cool old place with, like, lots of those roofs made of grass and rocks on the roads and shit. He lived on Stonking Topperhat Avenue, which had no trees because they had all been bombed in World War II or something, he wasn't sure 'cause history is boring and he had to watch stupid busloads of stupid American tourists wandering around downtown gawking at some old castle or some shit, maybe it was actually a country club, who cares, it's old and ugly and all he wanted was a brand-new rowhouse that had its own bitchin' backyard.

"Hey, what's up, dawg?" he said to his friend, Oliver Crimplesnoot, who was a really, really rich guy, a mayor or something, and had twelve cars in his garage, and eight bathrooms in his big ol' mansion, and ate only well done steaks with mashed pea-tatoes every day.

"Well, I say!" Oliver said, putting one leather-gloved, delicate hand over his well-chapsticked mouth. "Whatever does that mean? You sound quite like a Yank, Bertie old chap, old mate, and I am feeling quite cumberbatched!" It was the way he talked, because he was very, very rich. He said "posh," but Bertie didn't know that word because he was a stupid, stupid American. He only knew words like "McDonalds" and "gas station" and "bodega" and "chicken nuggets with fries." He didn't even like vinegar on his fries, which had almost gotten him kicked out of the chip shop, until he threatened to come back with his 312 guns and his pet eagle, Sam, to sue them, because Americans can go everywhere. Also, his name wasn't Bertie, that was a stupid name. His name was Brixtonleigh Colt 45 Cowboy Jr., but he had a fake name because he was wanted by the FBI for being too cool for school. He was friends with Oliver in case he needed to steal one of Oliver's twelve cars. He'd never notice it was gone. He thought Jeeps were called 4x4s! It was hilarious.

"I don't sound American, you stupid - uh..." He had to think - how would they think he was actually British if he called someone "dumbass?" British people didn't know "ass!" "Stupid dumbarse," he said quickly, before Oliver could jump on his horse and ride off to inform the redcoats of his deception. "Stupid dumbarse cuntwipe," he added, remembering what one of the guys on the bus had said to him when he wouldn't get his feet off the seat. He was American, he could put his feet where he wanted!

There were zombies coming out of the alley. "What ho!" Oliver said, aghast. "I do think those chaps are the walking dead! I say, sirs, you cannot invade Durpington-Trollop without a proper permit and a TV license! I shall report you to the council at once!"

"Fuck that," said not-Bertie, then realized he'd been American again. Quick! "Uh - wait." He put his hand up, so the zombies would know he needed a sec. "Arse that? No... crap. What's the word? Sod? Sod that?"

"Sod it all, Bertie!" Oliver corrected, as a zombie began to gnaw at his arm. "Why, I do believe I have been infected. What a bother! I shall call on the shire reeve and the commissioner of the bobbies! They have no guns, but perhaps we can ring the Yanks for some! Oh, bother again, this is rather uncomfortable and not a bit tickety-boo!"

"Bugger that!" He had finally remembered the stupid words. Why couldn't the English speak English, like real Americans??? Maybe they were depressed because all their bald eagles, flags, and guns had been taken away by the king or something. "I'll be back!"

He went and jumped in his Hummer, and mashed all the zombies like British peas were (for some reason), then bought himself 85 Big Macs, 12 deep-dish pizzas with extra pineapple, 64 bags of potato chips (he kind of liked those round ones you could put on your fingers, but he refused to trust British potato chips after he'd accidentally eaten one that was prawn flavored, which he was pretty sure was a war crime and he planned to sue every person in the UK about it as soon as he'd finished being GI Joe and killing all the zombies), a can of cream of mushroom soup, a pineapple upside-down cake, and six gallons of banana pudding. Americans had big appetites, because they were all secretly, in their own heads, giant buff dudes who liked to wrestle. And go mudding. And tip cows. Shit like that.

He stood on top of his Hummer and shouted - in a deep, manly, American voice - "ASK NOT WHAT YOU CAN DO FOR YOUR COUNTRY, ASK WHAT AN AMERICAN CAN DO FOR YOU!" Then he ate a Union Jack to show dominance.

"Are you sure he's meant to have left the grounds, doctor?" The nurse shook her head, her starched skirt rustling smartly and her curls straight from a society still unsure if their Empire had crumbled. "I thought they said -"

"Shhhh," Dr. Dimpleshmutt-Biffering said. "It keeps him quiet if he can finish his wee games. As long as he remains away from the ring-around-the-rosey road and the A-666, he should be quite sporting by tea time, and he shall enjoy his crumpet and Marmite without bother."

"I suppose..." the nurse said, pursing her lips. She did rather wish that at least once, the doctor would pretend to be the lad's imaginary friend Oliver, or a zombie, or a Nazi, or a "wild Indian," or a rabid dog, or any of the other things he felt necessary to show his dominance against. "I do hope you're right."

"I am British, old bird," the doctor said, in a very British way. "And I have a penis, and went to Oxbridge St. Pustulence, and therefore I am smarter than Americans and you."

She sniffed, but spoke no more. Really, she had rummaged rubbish from the tip that was smarter than Americans. It was rather insulting. Unfortunately, she lived in a place with no social safety net like the gloried halls of America, with private healthcare and detached houses and a chicken in every pot and trial lawyers, and so could never change jobs, because if she did, she'd have to go on the dole and live in a terraced slum with the chavs and eat only mince pies and underboiled vegetables and off-brand digestives.

The Yank raised his arms and poured root beer all over his wifebeater and basketball shorts. "MURICA!" he shouted. "FUCK YEAH!"

And all the zombies were dead, thanks to Americans, who had also singlehandedly won two World Wars, and we don't talk about any conflicts they'd been involved in after 1945, because it made Ronald Reagan sad.

The end!

[jenzsblogz]

Brand identity is what makes your brand recognisable to your customer and how you want your brand to be perceived. One thing out of the many that makes a brand identity is a logo. Logos are important because it’s one of the many things that makes your brand memorable, and one of the main factors that compels people towards your brand depending on the appearance, for example it would need to be eye catching and something unique so that consumers are able to differentiate between other brands. Logos are often inspired by the history of a brand and should communicate the vision and purpose of the brand. One good example of a well known eye catching logo is apple, in Steve jobs biography he said the name ‘apple’ sounded “fun, spirited and not intimidating”, he wanted to create a company that went against the cold intimidating image computer companies had at the time and that’s a perfect example of a brand that showcases something new, unique and creative which differentiates themselves from other business which makes it eye catching to the consumers.

Our group decided to focus on sustainability and by doing this we are recycling denim jeans and patch working them, this sparked an idea for a brand name that I chose which is called ‘patching works’ the whole idea of this is is to communicate the patch work on jeans works in many ways like creating a fashion statement, allowing children to explore their creativity and just looking good in general, it works! For the logo I was thinking of having ripped pieces creating the letter ‘w’ or even a ‘p’ this is to give it that patchwork effect photos of my progression is shown below

23/02/2023

The patching works logo has been improved, as a group we moved away from the idea of having ragged edges for the logo because we felt like at first glance it didn't communicate that it was a kids brand and wouldn’t appeal to our target market which are millennials. to help us move forward from this I had a look at other kids brands and what style approach they went for and found the brand 'Ella Bella Boo' which is known for its playful and cute design because of its illustrations and their choice of colour palette so we decided to take a more softer approach by having pastel colours such as green pink blue yellow and orange, we chose to have a range of colours so it’s more exciting and appealing to kids but also  the brand comes across gender neutral.

When it comes to typography other child brands include fun illustration creative fonts which makes it more enticing and welcoming for kids we have chosen to do bubble writing, the soft round edges makes it more suitable and welcoming for our kid brand while  also attracting parents showing them that our brand is what’s best for their children. Our colour palette includes calm pastel tones we chose this because according to  colour psychology since pastel colours are less saturated, they are often associated with calming and peaceful vibes. Pastel colours have a soft look that is soothing and easier on the eyes. Having a calming approach with the logo would help to communicate that our brand is what’s right for their child when it comes to their experience, other children brands have been seen doing so example being 'Ella Bella Boo' also includes soft pastel tones in their logo and has a nice illustration included to stand out more .

For patching works we have illustrated patches on the letters which obviously communicates the basis of our brand and that there are patches on the jeans but it will also catch the children's eye because it’s a fun illustration also has a playful effect.

Tone of voice is how a brand communicates and connects with its audience through messaging and customer interactions. We aim for our tone of voice to communicate that we’re a welcoming fun brand that creates an experience and encourage kids to explore their style with patching works in the most comfiest way possible .This is shown on our logo 'patching works' as it already telling the consumer that denim patchwork, works and its showcased wherever we can, for example every customizable patchwork denim that is purchased has our logo stitched onto it so if consumers are happy they are reminded by our slogan which is also our brand name patching works so already . It's also seen on our website and our instagram photos of our collections and children laughing and looking comfortable while wearing them which represents our values of wanting children to have fun and encouraging their creativity. 

[avlfya]

I didn't think that's how history went, but you do you, boo!