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ohnothewheatisonfire · 4 years

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ok J&H Fandom, let’s talk:

“Popular” blog @thatsmyhyde is a prominent creator in the J&H Fandom. But here’s where the problem shows up:

the content they make is concerning at least, and full of red flags at worst.

DISCLAIMER: This is all information I have gathered through their tumblr blog - I am not aware of what other things they may be posting on other social medias or their written work. ANOTHER DISCLAIMER: Please be polite, I am a minor, and am just creating this post to ward off / warn other minors from following this person. If you are an adult interacting with this post and blog, be mindful of your actions and be responsible

Trigger warnings for: discussions of homophobia, discussions of p//phillia, fat-shaming, fat-phobia (?), etc. Just be on general edge for this post, we’re talking about a lot of weird stuff

I will be linking their posts as I am not going to take screenshots of their art.

This is not a comprehensive list of all the things they’ve done - these are the ones I could think of and was able to adress. If you have anything additional you want to add to this post (such as concerning things they may do on other social media), feel free to reblog and add on the things you need to say, just please don’t be dumb.

Let’s start with the premise: Henry Jekyll creates an alter ego, Edward Hyde. They begin a relationship - an emotional and physical one. Their AU features Jekyde (A popular ship in the fandom, the name stands for Jekyll x Hyde), people have various views on this ship.

So far so fine, right? Here are the problems:

1. Their Henry Jekyll is an awful person. Now, let’s start by saying that of course you can have bad people in your works, those are, after-all: villains. The problem is,Henry Jekyll is a harmful walking gay sterotype, and an outlet for Biscuit’s obvious fat fetish. But their relationship isn’t just toxic it’s romanticised in how toxic it is.

a. The harmful stereotype - Their Henry Jekyll has a “thing” for younger men, even though he is in his middle-ages, and Hyde looks like a young child. (Age gap relationships are their own thing - they come with their own burdens, and this is not the post to discuss them. This topic will lead into the Edward Hyde section of this post.) But, it was a known homophobic scare-mongering tactic of straight parents to accuse everyone who is gay that they are ‘out to prey on your youths’. This is a stereotype that stigmatized the LGBT community, and still harmfully affects them to this day.

b. The fat fetish: Jekyll is frequently seen with cake (as seen here, here, and here) or being self-loathing, to the point of suicide. (click the link here to acess a list of suicide and other crisis hotlines! you matter to me!). Now, the self-loathing could be a symptom of depression or other mental illness, so I am not going to talk about it, as a person with mental illnesses. But the self-loathing in addition to him being fat is not good. Media is drowning in the “self-loathing fat person” and as someone who isn’t thin i’m tired of seeing this.

- The fetish aspect comes in him constantly being referred to “Chonky”, a term usually used for overweight/obese cats and being drawn obsessed with cake. It fetishises his weight and dehumanises him into something people call their animals. Also, here’s more of Jekyll eating food and being embarassed by it, though this time because it’s seen as “servant’s food”.

- Biscuit admits to liking them “Big and chunky” in posts like this.

[Photo id: A string of texts that says: tantok, frankenstein, twink lore, dorian slipped through the cracks and got himself sketched by yours truly the other day because he brought lord henry along, he and the slime didn’t have to fight to the death because they’ve both got their own chonky old toxic henries to focus on, but this blog still ain’t big enough for the two of ‘em. end id]

- They also talk about how they ‘prefer’ to draw fat (chonky) people. Image attatched above. the thing that should be noticed is that they say ‘chonky old toxic henries’ . they, once again, are making fat people a fetish.

[Photo id: Anonymous asks: are you gonna make a victor design tho biscuit responds: Oh, man, anon, I hate to disappoint but.....probably not. Aside from my non-humanoids and hellspwans (slime gremlins, corpse creatures, and etcetera), I’m extremely uninterested in drawing young thin men. I really need middle-aged chonk to hold my attention. If poor Victor Frankenstein had only been 40-something and round when he made his great creation, then he’d definitely get a design from yours truly. As it is though, he’s not holding my attention enough to want to. end id]

Biscuit once again talks about how he doesn’t want to draw ‘thin men’, because he is only interested in older ‘round’ people. He, is, once again, bringing to light his fetish for fat people.

2. Edward Hyde is basically a child - Edward Hyde is drawn in boy’s school clothes, is taken in and raised like a child after Jekyll’s death, and is constantly cooed over by the creator, even earning a nickname of ‘slime’ from them. In addition, he also has ‘family photos’ taken with Utterson, has his toenails kept, is the height of a child, and teeths. This, paired with the fact that he is in a toxic, abusive, relationship with a man in his middle ages is concerning and should not be romanticised.

[Photo id: the text reads: In his first year of existence, Hyde lost teeth and regrew them in a mildly similar fashion to a kid losing baby teeth - except it wasn’t all of his teeth (Just the canines and some random molars) and they weren’t replaced with a larger set, just with teeth exactly the same as the ones that had been lost. No one knows what was up with this. the teeth are still in Jekyll’s study in a little jar. end id]

a. Hyde is treated like a child after Jekyll’s death. Hyde teething is concerning because that’s something infants do. He also clings to utterson like a child. The idea that he gets taken in by Utterson, whisked away to an estate out in the country, despite both of them having romantic feelings for Jekyll is. how do I put this: WEIRD. (seriously, imagine your father/father-figure dating ur significant other / having a crush on them before you two got together and after).

b. Hyde dresses like a child, whilst being sexually active and wearing lingerie. Now, on their own, these traits aren’t a problem - but together? They are very much a problem.

- Hyde dressing as a child is concerning because he is also treated like a child at certain points in their “lore”. After Jekyll’s death, Hyde becomes a singular entity, and is taken away by Utterson. To care for, like a child. This post sums it up well: he wears both children’s clothes and lingerie.

- Hyde has a very strange appearance - if you compare it to his early design (which was less cartoony and looked more like a man in his twenties), Hyde’s current design is concerning. Why does he have the height of a child? Why does he have eyes that take up a grand part of his face? Now, one could argue that ‘he is not human’ - but if he is treated like a human, whilst wearing children’s/youthful clothes, teeths, and his general enchanment with the world - he appears as human (and looks eerily similar to a child), which is why him being sexually active, wearing lingerie, and being friendly with prostitutes (one that gave him underwear and other articles of clothing) is concerning.

- That said, Utterson is directly talked about being ‘adopted into gremlin fatherhood’ (paraphrasing).

[Photo id: the text reads: 59. Jekyll is irresitibly attracted to everything about Hyde, but if he could somehow be forced to list hte most attractive physical attributes of Edward Hyde in his opinion, aside from Hyde’s youthful appearance in general it would be his eyes, his overbite (Jekyll perceived the way Hyde’s-) the screenshot cuts of the rest of the paragraph. end id]

- Jekyll has a ‘thing’ for younger men. This is to the point that the most attractive part about Hyde is that he is young. (or looks like it), Hyde looking very young is concerning because that would make their verison of Doctor Jekyll a p*dophille . This is something the artist has either not recognized, realised, or simply does not acknowledge.

3. The toxic relationship (and how it’s romanticised) - The relationship in this ‘AU’ is: love comes first, toxic nature comes second. If you scroll through the blog you may see some reference of ‘Henry Jekyll is such a toxic person teehee’ and a lot of them kissing, being together, smiling, or enjoying life. Now, obviously, an artist - if they do not want to - should not draw characters being toxic to each other. But it is concerning when the above points come into a factor, that the toxic nature of their relationship comes second to the highs of their relationship, at least on their blog.

Here is one of the only examples I’ve seen of Biscuit talk about the relationship in a detailed negative light.

4. The fandom - Whilst Biscuit says it’s ok for minors to interact with his blog (in that blog he says that he tags nsfw - which is true.) he does not regularly mention that his jekyde is toxic - not in a concerete way. He romanticises it (despite acknowledging it’s flaws), and the only way it may or may not be (i would not know) acknowledged is his fic: which is mature and not meant for minors. He does not tag his posts with regular triggers for things like: alcohol, drugs, mental illnesses, or abuse (any variants). They’re not even in his blog’s description! If Biscuit had acknowledged it in his blog, something along the lines of: “Hey! This blog has <content warnings> be warned when interacting! But no, he does not.

- A lot of the people who draw things, or generally interact with Biscuit are minors. Being exposed to such a thing may be harmful to my peers, and I am worried. To minors who are fans of Biscuit: if you’ve made it this far, thank you, I know you’re mature and responsible, but being exposed to content creators like Biscuit could lead you down a dangerous path of having this kind of thing normalised to you. Be careful with the content you consume, please! And thank you for making it this far, I’m sure you’re a lovely person :)!

Thank you for taking the time to read this! Stay safe, tell the people you love that you love them.

#J&H #jekyll and hyde #henry jekyll #edward hyde #i spent months thinking whether or not to write this #but #i'm worried about fellow minors on this website seeing this user's blog #and not thinking critically about this #so i snapped and made this #long post #like r e a l l y long post #i am so tired.#brb to answer the hate lmao i need to throw up #forgive me if by the end of this post i sound exhausted : i am #i spent this evening writing this post #goth lit fandom grow up challenge #aus do not remove the context of the original #listen to the minorities if they call you out #fiction REALLY AFFECTS REALITY

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consavanarola · 3 years

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Beauty and the bigfoot

Across the north American continent span the great majestic Canadian Rocky mountains. A primordial structure that came from deep within our planet’s body. Imperial and proud yet largely untouched these mountains have been here from our planet’s beginning. It is precisely there that Stephanie chose to escape to for a two year break from life.

This life of: year in, year out, work work work, summer in – summer out, annual performance review, meetings, stress for bank accounts and an endless line of people she would – out of respect for the human race – prefer to not categorize. “Well paid plebs” is what she would call them. Day in – day out they followed orders from their manager-master and then go home to drink wine while once a week they had the chance to watch a bloody spectacle on the Colosseum Version 2019, known also as Netflix. The entire process subsidised by one of the central banks.

This life was not for her and rebellion needed to be much more than simply hunching a hoody and running around a park listening to rap music. Which of course she would never do as Stephanie was above all a well fashioned elegant life-perfectionist.

University had been a great time for Stephanie as it was then that she discovered music and her love for nature but that next step into the so called “corporate world” led her straight to the development of intellectual disgust for modern living. Her reaction was so natural that to her this was part of her thought structure. It started from her inability to adequately answer simple questions like “what is this all about?” or “why is this person on this planet?”

She wanted more. But the instructions manual didn’t have a section on “more”. It surely had 20 pages about “more wine” and 50 about “more work” but nothing about “more life”. Love, or at least what the terms & conditions of app called love, popped in every now and then but she never loved the person love proposed. She loved “love” as a verb and human activity and did believe truly in its greater purpose but the person, the man was never what she loved. Most men seemed to be the packaging of love and no matter how many layers she hurriedly unwrap, no matter how many weekends in Barcelona she’d spend with a man … she never found love. Stephanie was wholeheartedly in great need to both escape from this world and also to find greatness, two distinct needs with overlapping purpose.

An eye-catching Lufthansa magazine article during one of her business trips to Frankfurt, laced with German pragmatism, explained it all to her. The title was “Banff – escape inside the natural you” ‘their translation department needs some help’ she told herself. Capital of Alberta Canada, according to the article Banff was a paradise nested within the Canadian Rockies, a place of beauty, nature and free spirit. Before the air-waiters could serve those chemically grown jam filled plum cakes, Stephanie was already well into her feasibility analysis. ‘It’s either this or getting a large dog and naming it Lucifer, so it’s this, so Yes my dearest you can do this, do it’ she negotiated internally. Three months and a resignation letter later there she was in Banff Alberta Canada modern living’s latest self-exile.

She had a great set-up for this new life of hers. Work four days a week at the local Hilton as a restaurant connoisseur cause per local standards she knew everything about European wines and then for three days she was free to go on trekking trips. An endlessness of green and imposing natural structures all there for her mind and body to indulge in. She believed that, as for people, so also for trees there exists a sense of uniqueness. As if each tree somehow knows that it is one and different to the others, it was this concept that drove her at times to simply stand next to a tree and observe its every detail in search of what makes it different to the others. She spent full minutes standing next to trees comparing their dimensions versus her own body, moving in strange ways to better gauge the trunk’s diameter or form. She would whisper “spectacular” to herself at least three times a week and truly meaning it.

I was June, the greatest of all months for women and something inside Stephanie knew this. Was it Juno’s hand reaching down from Olympus or simply the army of wild flowers all cheerful to see her as chance would take her path by them? When close to nature many random events at a microbial level all accumulate and trigger the various biologies of our inner workings. Stephanie was unknowingly June’s hostage and one Friday, her yes day, she set off for her trek. Local fashion implied jean shorts, white knee socks, strong trekking boots and a red Abercrombie $15 t-shirt. She decided to leave the town from the side where the river passes nearest and where the caves are. Off she went.

At some point after one of her tree merging sessions she walked onto a wild flowered knoll with no shade where she heard a whistle. There a tuned whistle with detailed sonority stopped her. Startled she stood to observe and grasp what was happening ‘just another trekker’ she reassured herself but her answered did not suffice. ‘right here, right now? To me in these mountains? What are the odds that I hear such a strange tune?’ … she stood for 30 seconds and heard the tune take distance. ‘I came here for the mountains and the trees, not some whistle’ she shrugged this disruption away and disregard this intrusion. She was here for herself and for nature … no distractions. Her trek went on as planned.

Monday soon came and it was dinner time at the hotel restaurant where nothing out of the ordinary was happening until from the lobby came that whistle once again. This was her work place so Stephanie’s personal standards could take second stage, ‘disruption at work is a job issue’ she told herself and raced to see what had tickled her ear three days ago on that flowery hill. Through the disdain hotel lobby ornaments she safaried and pushed aside the Drömsk Ikea floor lamb to uncover the last thing she would ever expect to see in the Canadian mountains, a pirate. Not a real pirate on a ship in the Caribbean but a man who at first glanced could not be called anything but a pirate. His hair was scruffy brown and so was his skin which, beyond being mildly done by the sun, also had that veneer of adventurous dryness that prolonged exposure to the sun and sea salt leaves behind. Above all his eyes had a deep middle-eastern look with carbon powdered eyes. She kept her hand on the Drömsk and told herself to turn away as he was beginning to turn his head in her direction and a man was not this evening’s menu.

That was something unexpected she said to herself as she marched back to her post at the restaurant where customers sat expecting her to treat them with that safe and reliable Trustpilot verified Hilton love they paid $200 a night for. Stephanie naturally made people smile, it was part of her instinctive blueprint. She had short brown hair which defused any fear of aggression or over sexuality and this made everyone want to be her friend immediately. After 19 responsibly sourced rump steaks with farm grown fries things started to die down as it was nearly one hour to midnight. Suddenly the pirate came inside and went straight to the bar. Dark jeans and a light red turtle neck he walked slowly but with firm steps. ‘who wears a turtle neck in June?’ she perplexed.

“Hey Tom, could you go do a turn in the cellar for me, I’ll take over here” she told the bartender who with a half-smile and look went off. Manning the bar herself she was there standing face to face with this … cold mountain pirate. He was jittery and started fidgeting with the menu while examining the bottles behind Stephanie. One of his eyes was also looking at her body, mid height between the bottles and she was asking herself why? ‘I’m not on the menu mate’ she confirmed to herself. She took a glass and in pure bartender fashion started polishing it with a white cotton hand towel, to which he reacted by jumping five centimetres up and glimpsing at the bottles with overstatement then sat back down and sunk his nose back into the menu. She was formulating a plan to say something but before she could enact he spoke.

“you’re the bartender aren’t you? You’re here right?” he said with a fidgety tone.

“I am certainly here” she smiled back while inside she said ‘I know this man, he is lost, he came here to escape the world where he was successful but couldn’t find something truly worthwhile, now he is here at the edge of the world seeking refuge, yes, I know this man perfectly’

He looked at her directly, stopped moving about and smiled. He held the smile for a full three seconds then leaned deeply into the bar towards her saying “Are you a good bartender?”

“what?” she choked

“well you say you’re here and … well so am I but should we be here? I mean I know I’m a great customer but are you a good bartender?” he asked with a slow confident tone that she found basically inappropriate.

After two seconds of cold silence and a dry stare in his face she said, “What’ll it be partner?” trying to establish some ground rules and place this whole scenario where it belonged the standard saloon of a frontier outpost town where she was the boss.

He had failed at something, this was clear to her but she would never find out what. He stopped looking at her and went back into the menu, “I think every drink is perfect for the right occasion and I’m trying to figure out what this occasion is … I … I … I guess I’m kinda lost” …

Inside herself was triumph ‘I knew it, I know this man, he IS lost, weird, a bit too weird but weird with great eyes is actually great and … well either way I knew he was lost, I rock’ she declared.

… “What would you recommend?” he asked her.

“I’d say you’re a whiskey man, we’ve got some great Canadians, aged of course” She proudly sold.

“makes you fat” he snapped back.

‘he cares about his weight, I can’t tell what his body is like while he is sitting down but this is a good sign’ she debated internally as she smiled in agreement with his comment and found his eyes asking her to look a bit deeper. She wanted to of course and then nearly roused on herself with ‘wake up Stephanie, leave the eyes cause you are not falling for this guy. You came to Banff for you not some fidgety arrogant pirate’. She had to reply fast or else he’d notice something was going on and plus an answer would help her better manage the temptation to look at her eyes. What should she say? She opted for all-out attack, the only good defence:

“Hey, there’s a great wine bar two blocks down the road with a great collection of Bordeaux” she said firmly and with a simile of victory.

He looked at her and smiled, then looked out the window.

‘this guy’s good’ she thought.

He replied with “It’s never nice to drink far from home when you’re drinking alone, so I’ll stay here and … do what you tell me to” launching a deeper than manageable stare into her eyes.

Emotionally perilous music now sounded in her brain which was packing up and getting ready to check out for the evening. Yes, that’s what brains do, they leave you along just before midnight in outpost towns just after you meet a pirate with deep brown eyes. Juno wasn’t helping either as every time the lobby door opened the early summer night breeze sent aromas to her nose.

‘do your job’ she slapped herself and asked him “Whiskey it is then, on the rocks?”

“I thought you said it was good whiskey”,

“The best”,

“Then why would I dilute it with water? You see water is a universal constant of sorts, it turns everything back into the original essence of life, I want some whiskey, if it’s good then bring it to me straight up” he explained

‘a brain too’ she told herself feeling now that this was actually becoming a thing. ‘If he smiles to me one more time I’m leaving with Brain’ she promised herself as she prepared his drink. His New York accent was reassuring and added only to what she was finding great about this guy, eyes above all and now a brain. Yet still this man uncalled for in this exotic mountain paradise Stephanie had chosen to escape to. She was trying to condemn this act of piracy into her world but wanted more and more to keep the sails full canvased. She poured his 24 years old Canadian whiskey and tried to tell him she was not available with a simple and firm “Enjoy” as she looked away.

“Oh I’m enjoying it already, listen since we’re going to be friends you might as well tell me your name. I’m David, I’m from New Jersey. What’s your name?” he said with happiness and accomplishment in his voice.

‘to be a woman or not to be’ she asked herself and thus decided ‘ok, let’s see where these eyes will take me. Brain has left so there won’t be any witnesses tonight’.

“I’m Stephanie, I’m from London, here on a … kind of a gap year, pleased to meet you” she curtsied.

He sipped the whiskey with savour and went on “Gap year? That sounds great, so what? you work all day and then go mountain hiking or bear hunting or something?” laughing mildly to continue this connection.

Stephanie regrouped inside herself for an emergency all directors meeting: how can he know so much? Am I that obvious? Perhaps I am just that but then he is the lost one who needs my guidance not the other way around, didn’t this man get the e-mail?. Am I just here for his eyes and smart cracks? Oh my god I need to tell this guy to “f” off cause this is my place and out here I am not only the queen I’m the king, the bishop, the aristocracy and three witches hiding in the swamp. There are no more openings. Sure I will one day fall in love with my dream man but I haven’t started this project yet. I need to shut him up once and for all.

So she opted to change the topic from them to something neutral, and said “I guess you could say that but … Banff is very beautiful, and the weather this time is great, have you done any trekking?”

He showed irritation to her manoeuvre and she loved that. This stranger here in front of her at a bar was actually dictating terms on her emotions. On top of all that he was beautiful and in a way that only an ocean and the sun could be. With brain checked out she feared that soon her heartbeat would be out of her control. ‘this is supposed to be just another Monday’ she screamed to herself.

He sipped more of the whiskey and … suddenly Tom came back from the cellar, it felt to her like he had gone a month ago. Tom, who knew Stephanie well, looked at her. She looked back with a straight square and intent face and he smiled back and left. She did think for an eternity whether to send him off or have him take over at the bar thus allowing an escape from this captive pirate. An eternity for Stephanie lasts precisely one tenth of a second. ‘Leave us Tom, it’s late and well … David needs to drink some whiskey, I won’t tell you anything about it in the morning’ she told herself.

“Actually, I have a confession to make”, Davide replied and her heart winked upwards to where brain should have been, “I have been doing some trekking but not for the beauty of the mountains …”

“Oh?”

“… yeah well, and here comes the confession, I believe in bigfoot and well I’m here to see if I can find one, there now you think I’m crazy” ending with a small nod and smile as he looked sideward then stared right at her.

Stephanie sends out a square smile that initially wanted to pop and said “That’s … that’s the cutest thing I’ve heard anybody say in months” she said with positivity.

“You don’t think that sounds crazy? I mean too crazy?” David said like a six year-old.

“No!” she said with a triple o “I mean it, that’s super cute, I wish more people would follow their dreams and do what they really want every now and then. This is exactly what the world needs”

“You know I couldn’t agree more, the world is filled with people who are boring and that’s not the problem but the result, the problem is that they want to be boring. It’s over for 99% of them, just going from one step to the next, just like their parent said they would …”

“Yeah ... “ concurred Stephanie

“… I mean I get that there are some standard things we human beings simply must do like sell something to make money, eat, sleep although even sleeping isn’t as necessary as people think … but anyway … I mean in the end once every six months you need to go do something totally unexpected, something that only your heart would ever think of doing” David concluded.

They looked at each other with two smiles and two prolonged nods between them. “Yeah” said Stephanie to break the silence which wasn’t a problem but she just wanted to reaffirm her consent to his thesis one more time.

“I’m gonna –pause– get another whiskey here” said David. She paused too and looked at him on purpose for the 100th time in the last hour, now she looked at herself and asked: is this person in front of me part the wild and natural landscape I escaped to? Am I in control or not of what is going on here? Why is this man with these deep brown eyes confessing to me, why is he feeling like a schoolboy and showing it? What card have I picked up from the board game?

She had so many questions in her mind all of which could wait for this one mega question - “how long will he be staying in Banff?” A question of pivotal importance and probably the most difficult question ever but not because it’s hard to answer rather … because it’s impossible to ask.

She snapped out of it and ask him “Another whiskey? Sure. Where? Here you said? Of course sure, ha ha where else?”

David crossed his eyebrows as if he was thinking but all she could see was a new version of his dark smuggling eyes. This man was doing something to her no one had ever done before, he was creating questions about existence and self-nature for her to answer rather than overflow her with tangible constructions about the world she so easily left behind. She wanted some whiskey too but couldn’t drink there as she was on duty. She wanted to know this guy, she wanted to meet him, she wanted. It was worthwhile and this was her escape year. This could be one small step for her but one giant leap for her womanhood so she did it. She proposed to him.

“Hey I should be getting off here about now, it’s midnight and we’re actually closed, we could go to that wine bar down I told you about and get a last drink”

Wow, she has been upfront with men before but never when the man was so sober. This was it, her river card, her final bet, her last fig leaf. After tonight it would be a triumph and a series on Netflix about how cool she is or Stephanie would become the first person to escape to the mountains to then get so embarrassed that she needed to escape even further.

“Stephanie I’m just gonna say one thing: I like how you tick and I certainly like how you think. I’ll let you wrap up here and meet you there, alright?” He pronounced with a smile.

Wow again she thought to herself, he not only didn’t over indulge and invite me to his room he actually gave me some space and time to put some make up on. This guy is either good or he is god and only one “o” is going to make that difference. “Sure thing, see you there” she replied and started closing up the bar as he went off.

It was past midnight now and Banff was well asleep, even the wind was slumbering. Her plan was simple, close the bar, lock up the fridges then go to the hotel employee bathroom where, she had been told by one the female staff that the girls kept a “just in case” kit which should have everything a girl needs in an emergency like this. Stephanie was confident that she would find Gucci mascara, Dior eyeliners, a set of Victoria’s Secret lingerie – not too forthcoming but enough to make a bang – and of course the essential Channel Number 5. She opened it like the pit of a nuclear test site and was confronted by a “no means yes” red lipstick, an eyeliner gifted in some magazine and a six year old of pack of ribbed condoms. Hesitation didn’t stand a chance as the eyeliner was drier than death and the condoms had both expired a year ago and well, using ribbed in her mind was basically like saying “I’m gonna need all the help I can get” which was, luckily, the farthest from where she was. So she muttered “fcuk” then “great” and then picked up the lipstick as her contribution to one stand history. All this for this man she’d just met.

The longest walk ensued to the wine bar during which Stephanie successfully figured out everything about her life. Yes, it was all so simple, you see up until now everything was just a test to see if she could survive and endure it all, now was when real life actually starts. Now when she was destined to meet Davide. A man who like her was subconsciously seeking her out, sure she wasn’t bigfoot but she was definitely worthy of being called a mythical creature, so that is that. From now on everything was going to be about accomplishment, kids, a house and a summer house.

She arrived in 15 minutes and found him standing outside with a bottle in one hand two wine glasses in the other and his back leaning against the dark windows of the wine bar.

Only one thought was allowed into her mind as she saw him for the first time fully standing ‘now that is a body’.

He leaned forward after his eyes did and said “Great to see you”

“yeah, thanks, it’s closed” she replied.

“yeah when I got here a guy called Mario was locking up, said it was Monday and this is Banff” said David

“sounds about right” smiled Stephanie who was wondering if aliens could right about now come and abduct them both to their planet where they would subdue the two of them through some mating regime until they could breed the perfect human.

Davide jumped in “I tried to bribe him to stay open for another hour but no luck, I told him I met you and really wanted to get to know you better and … well I told him about you, in the end I thought I’d take a chance and buy a bottle … ”

They both smiled for 2 seconds, David continued “… and I got two great wine glasses cause good wine in the wrong glass is … unacceptable … anyway I thought I’d take the change to ask you to continue our evening somewhere … anywhere your place, my room …”

They both smiled again for 2 seconds, she looked upwards to the stars “… or even the hills out here, somewhere you know. I thought … if she says no at least I end up with a great bottle of red”

Stephanie knew she had to say something but she couldn’t stop feeling good about the fact that he had already spoken about her to other people, ‘he is already talking about me to people’ she kept telling herself. But what was to come next? Her house was out of the question cause a woman’s house is like the bat cave to Batman, Transylvania to Dracula and the Library of congress all rolled into one – there is only one way to get in and that’s with a one way ticket.

She walked closely to him, well in range of a kiss and paused. He didn’t, so she did the next best thing – while maintaining pornographic eye contact she slowly extended her hand to his waist and in her hands firmly grasped … the bottle to examine it.

“Chateau Gazin Pomerol 2011?” she whispered to this pirate who in the mountain night and summer breeze was nearly trembling in awe and emotion from her movements, “wow, this is a great wine you know?, way too great to let a whiskey man enjoy alone. – pause – ok David … let’s go to your room”

He laughed just to get out of the risk of a too early kiss or even worse some surprise erection and followed her lead as she smiled and turned away to walk back to the hotel.

‘why did he not take this chance to kiss me’ Stephanie pleaded to herself. ‘I was there, he was there, I had just told him I’d go to his room, I mean what does this guy need? An email from his boss? Com’on David, lips speak louder than eyes’

But for now that was fine as she knew that in reality so much progress had been made for the cause of love and in such little time. Stephanie knew she already deserved a medal or at least an honorary mention in the next romantic comedy to hit the screen. Now she had much bigger things to worry about like this high-risk long walk back to the room not to mention the imminent moment of truth to come – her denudation. That moment where every woman puts everything at risk, lights a fire in her hand, detonates the nuclear weapon in her brain and as Juno would say – transforms her physical body into a temple for fanatical and unpredictable religious practices.

‘Get your ass to his room before worrying about how it will get to Mars’ she boldly told herself and turned to follow Davide.

If sex is a crucifixion, and it is for the messiah inside all of us, then getting to the bedroom is the procession to Calvary. The short yet endless path through the holy city to where flesh is to be thrashed, sins forgiven and gods created. For Stephanie this was going to be here, through downtown Banff in the middle of the summer night.

Stephanie always believed that the way a man walks next to a woman is the most telling sign of his true feelings for her. All she could remember from “When Harry met Sally” was the walk scenes she would see and re-see over and over again, observing and interrupting each motion to see what it tells or tries to hide. Here she was walking with a man to a room.

She ensured that Davide was at least one metre ahead so she could look at his body from safety and while it seemed to work at first, slowly she noticed that he was not maintaining a stable speed. Perhaps he too wanted to check her out, as they say. They were competing for the view of each other.

‘Our first fight’ she smiled to herself, ‘game on, I’ll beat a pirate on a mountain any day’

“So tell me about bigfoot, I mean …” she started a fresh new conversation while discovering her competitive side and engaging in a prancing game. For ten seconds she would increase her speed and then miss a step in alternation. While keeping one eye and half a smile on him and other on his body when he was comfortably in front of her.

Davide laughed mechanically “it’s a thing, it’s a real thing. I mean I guess this has to do with who I am deep down, you see I don’t believe in anything except that believing in things is good. So I don’t believe in god but I want there to be a bigfoot … and a giant squid … and vampires too. Tell me when I’ve freaked you out enough”

“No no, please go on” – she was loving this so much. In her mind prancing in the Canadian Rockies whilst listening to a pirate she was planning to sleep with was talk about bigfoot was the epitome of her existence on this planet so far.

“you’re not making fun of me?” he asked

“Do you think I would make fun of a man holding a bottle of wine that was leading me to his hotel room?” she replied with indulging irony.

David didn’t know what she was doing but it was working like a witchcraft. The motility in her feet was driving him crazy and he want to it stop like an itch but couldn’t due to the fact that he was holding the wine and of course was still in the oat zone. Stephanie had defined oat zone as Only Accidentally Touching which she invented in a meeting once when a colleague of hers was trying to touch her using accidental trips and imaginary obstacles that would push his body briefly onto hers.

He went on “Well that it surely a logical explanation, but the fact that you’re still here is proof enough for me”

Feeling on top of everything she provoked with “maybe I’m just here for the wine”

“you’re not here for the wine” he said with a dry tone of conviction.

“I’m not? How do you know?”

“cause if you were you’d know enough about wine to know that this wine will need at least 5 hours to breath” he replied proudly.

“Whoa ! you know about wine now? I thought you were a whiskey man.” She had to snap back

“Do you wanna find out about bigfoot or do you want to talk about the wine we’re going to drink” he replied with calm.

She stopped herself and him, turned to him and put her hands on the sides of his shoulders. She looked at him straight and said “I want to hear so much about bigfoot that I’m seriously thinking of adopting one” and laughed. She did this for two main reasons firstly to steer clear from any confrontation but mainly to declare that touching is now officially an option.

‘when will he realise that we’ve left the oat zone?’ was now her question.

He laughed through retracting lips and said “I try to avoid absolute affirmations but can say something here to you?” he stopped and looked at her. She paused and gasped “sss- yeah”

“You are a special human being Stephanie from London … in several ways”

She wasn’t officially in love but the e-mail confirmation was by now surely in the server’s outbox. Should be in her inbox in a minute. She needed to hide this as much as possible but she couldn’t so instead she thought to transform it into something official. She looked at him again and simply said “That’s so nice, I really appreciate it.”

Smile from David.

Smile back and “Now tell me about bigfoot, com’on you’ve got less than 5 minutes, the hotel is on the next block”

He continues “well like I was saying I want to believe in things so I chose the things to believe in and I do it, I believe in them, bigfoot is one of my choices, that’s basically it”

Stephanie – “So you’ve never seen one or something it’s just a choice?”

“Yeah, I mean there is some science behind bigfoots that they are some primate that evolved on its own in high altitude environments around the world. It’s a highly plausible possibility, it’s not like unicorns or ..”

“Keep unicorns out this ok” she said with a childish seriousness

He laughed strongly “That’s so cute”

“No really I love unicorns and I won’t mess with your bigfoots if you don’t touch my unicorns” maintaining her tone to that of a concerned three year old girl at the zoo.

“ok ok hey that sounds fair to me” he went on “So that I mean I don’t so much about actually finding one cause if I did I may even contribute to their extinction, I don’t think society is capable of finding any hidden treasure and keeping it as such, we’d find it cage it and make an Instagram account for it. But the idea that it is there or … here in these mountains … is important to me, I need this idea I enjoy it, it makes me feel better” continued David.

Stephanie needed to touch him again so in her prance she skimmed her arm against his ‘wow, skin’ she thought to herself cautious only to not make him drop the wine. He glanced with surprise to her and their two smiles met once more. They were close to the hotel now and she knew it was time to start thinking about what was coming next. She put accidental touching aside for a moment to talk again.

“I like how you think David, I mean people generally should follow more of the dreams and beliefs, that’s why I came to Banff”

He joked in “to find bigfoot?” with a laugh.

“No I would never dream of steeling your glory” she joked back and went on “… I came to find … I don’t know what i came to find but I knew that it was missing and I knew that I would find it here”

“that’s deep” acclaimed David as they went through the side door of the lobby. The main revolving doors were switched off as it was one a.m. “That sounds like a bottle-of-wine conversation to me”

“Well that’s exactly what we have here isn’t it, what’s your floor?” she asked in front of the elevators. “6” he sparked and in they went … into that room called an elevator but for two people in their state leads straight down into the depths of hell.

Alone, a man with pirate eyes and a girl that escaped from London, in a confined room, with a bottle of French wine, both feeling the subtle upward thrust of the elevator which after the fourth floor can provoke a tingle in certain body parts and all around them … mirrors. They both fell into that devilish elevator trap of looking up in search of help to battle awkwardness instead they got … a ceiling mirror. The scripture was on their faces, blushing near their timid lips, they both knew that this was a love-test for them. Will they reach the sixth floor before they gasp out laughing and thus making a sexual confession unavoidable or not?

Ding, saved by the bell, they had made it.

David had taken a small room, not a suite, which Stephanie did notice. Of all the aspects of life Stephanie did not rank the concept of “enough money” as being number one in importance but she did firmly place it at number two, just after “more money”.

‘fine, he didn’t get the suite, so what? More money for all the gifts he is going to buy for me’ she told herself to shut up. But she did walk into the room to the tune of Material World sung by Madonna, original version of course cause well … it’s Madonna. She wanted to speed things up a bit it was already 1:30 and they hadn’t even kissed yet. They needed to kiss as soon as possible and with Victorian elegance.

David walked in and put the wine and glasses on the small coffee table. “Well here we are, there is a bathroom if you need there and a bed here … not if you need it I mean it’s just here as you can see … I better open the wine make yourself at home” he said clumsily.

‘He is funny’ she laughed inside and couldn’t restrain from saying “If I need the bed i can use it?” while laughing.

Davide laughed back and for now didn’t want to give too much breathing room to that chain of joking.

Stephanie placed her hand bag on the bed, this was her levee in case things flooded too soon. A woman in a hotel room with a man is better than a well-trained Mossad agent. She’ll put the condoms in the right place, order them as per favourite flavour, cork screw the wine, hide the man’s underwear, ensure he doesn’t steal hers and do the bed all in 10 minutes flat while the man hasn’t even found out how to unclip her bra.

She sat down and wanted some silence. It was time for him to go through his year 6 med-school advanced brain surgery exam … with no time to study. Easy, for the man that Stephanie was going to fall in love with. She leaned forward with her elbows on the table while watching him open the bottle and hopefully … set the perfect scene. David was walking around the room with the bottle.

“wow, this is luck!” proclaimed David with a whisper.

“what?”

“there is a cork screw in the room, they don’t always put them in the minibars”

‘A - Ha’ said Stephanie to herself ‘so, Mr pirate eyes, trying to find a corkscrew in hotel rooms is a common problem for you is it now? What am I, number 87? You just lost 10 points here brother and you haven’t even poured the wine ‘ she decreed.

“you do this often?” she bit while finishing her sentence in her mind with ‘if he doesn’t answer in 5 nanoseconds it means I caught him and then me, my cheap lipstick together with my bag and jogging underwear are out of here’

Luckily it was a false alarm as David did reply with sincerity and rapidly “well I travel a lot and I generally like good wine plus I like to work from my hotel room so I’ll often order dinner to my room, the common hotel room service guy will simply forget to bring the opener and I’ll have to call them back, in good hotels they remember or they have a corkscrew in the room”.

‘phew! you are back in the game, I really want you to win this, now I’m ready for you to score a touchdown on my 5 yard line’ She wanted to get physical.

Davide poured the wine and brought the glasses to the table, he set them down and began to sit but stopped half way. He bounced back up and looked around.

“What’s wrong” she said, ‘will you get with the program boy? Let’s get the wine on’ she thought.

He crossed his arms and scraped his chin while turning left and right observantly.

“the lighting is terrible in this room” pausing to think while turn eighteen times.

‘he’s thinking about how to make my working-girl body look like a Canova statue, I love this man’ thought Stephanie.

“Let me … prefect – verb if you allow – as much as I can” said David and set to the task of lighting. He tried multiple combinations of the infinite room light options. After five minutes of the cheapest lighting show in the history of light Stephanie was about to start biting her lips. “Hey, I think it’s ok David let’s try this wine” she commanded.

Blackout. Suddenly it was pitch dark as David had hit the master switch turning all the lights off.

‘What’s this?’ she squeaked inside when the bathroom light turned on giving the room the aura of a cloudy summer night with the last effect of dusk fighting to hold on. ‘perfect’ she thought as David emerged and finally sat down.

‘I made it through the wilderness, Somehow I made it through

Didn’t know how lost I was, until I found you’

Stephanie was now listening to “Like a Virgin”

He lifted his glass, closed his eyes and pushed his nose deep inside with fragile care taking a deep nose breathe.

“ahhhh this does smell great, it will be perfect in 6 to 7 hours but it’s great even now” said the pirate to his wine glass and his eyes came back into play. It was too dark outside while they were walking to see their full effect but now, here, in silence and under this perfect light it was open season on his eyes for Stephanie. She simply stopped controlling where she looked.

“Cheers” he said and lifted his glass to her.

“Cheers” she replied.

Crystals struck and their lips were wet at last. He took a second sip, swirled the glass and falling back into his chair smiling to her, he said “I’m going to ask your permission to give you a compliment right now, I have to, I need to, please let me tell you something that right now … I really need to say”

“I didn’t stop your bigfoot discourse how could I say no to this?” she said in the most bashful way. She did not want to stop him but at the same time didn’t what to give him full control at least not until they were horizontal.

“Well here goes, I … I think you’re beautiful”

Stephanie smiled with a “humph”

“no no … let me put it into perspective here for you” … takes another sip … Stephanie takes two … “This may sound strange but I have to tell all about it, hear me out, I was walking across the most majestic mountain range in the world the other day looking for my mythical being. I had shut the whole smoggy and high speed world out for the whole day. It was going to be about me and this dream, this myth, this thing I consciously choose to believe in. I was out there. Fully immersed and totally dedicated, nothing else was with me. At last I had achieved a life goal – to start a journey of discovery of something I believe in with all my heart. So there I was” … two sips for him and three for Stephanie who realised this wasn’t going to be another simple pick-up line … “So I’m going through a small forest patch and then I cross a river, and walk some more. I was loving every minute of this. So, I go on some more and then from atop a hill covered with wild flowers and the aroma of honey from a primordial habitat I saw not far away the outline of something standing” … he paused and looked at Stephanie. She was to overtaken by his nonstop narrative and his eyes that alternated focal point from glass to her and to her hair at times. Dazzled, she simply wanted to hear more. He paused for five seconds then said “… we need a wine break, our glasses are already empty, let me pour some more”

Stephanie showed relief with a shrugging shoulder movement and a deep smile “ha yeah I was so taken by your story I mean I can’t wait to hear about your bigfoot experience” she jokingly recessed from the captivating tension of the moment. David poured another third of the bottle into their wide slim necked glasses, took two sips and continued.

“so where was i? ah the first encounter. This figure I saw standing was drenched in the shadow of these ancient trembling aspens and was clearly a humanoid in my view. Even at that distance in the darkness of the forest shade I could tell it was no plant. I didn’t want to risk going closer at this point cause I was sure it hadn’t seen me while I had seen it, so I decided to stop and observe any intellectual should”

“and …?” asked Stephanie between three sips of the Pomerol which was choking much faster than it could breathe. Davide too was drinking.

“So I’m looking at what my heart was calling the being I’ve dreamt of finding all my life and what was it doing?”

“… what?” whispered Stephanie over the same uttering from Davide “what ? hehe there … you too ask what, I’ll tell you what, standing near a tree, standing and looking at the tree as if to see what the tree looked like … it … you were doing something with the tree … I can only guess you were comparing it to your body dimensions, at least that’s what I think” David said.

‘I’m going to cry’

Stephanie looked ready to cry

“don’t say anything yet at least, let me finish. What I saw you do, and I didn’t know who you are, was the most beautiful thing I’ve seen a person do on this planet so far in my life time”

Her eyes were ready to shed the first tear in her life that had this a mild temperature, neither cold from a tear of pain nor warm as tears from sorrow have. But she also wanted to laugh from joy as the cynical Stephanie knew that such a sight could be classified as simply silly.

David went on “I watched you for 10 full minutes Stephanie and I didn’t want to disturb the meditating state you were clearly in with nature, at some point you turned in my direction and I panicked. I started whistling in the other direction. I didn’t want you to think I was some mad man stalking women in the forest. So I left”

‘kill me now but only after making pure love to me please’ she begged inside but outside she had to find a practical solution to this emotional traffic jam.

She constructed a mild umfy laugh with lots of “he he” and said “wow, you saw me there? What a coincidence, I must have looked ridiculous”

“no … you looked and are … a myth” he whispered with full eye contact.

‘gulp’

“shhhh” he hushed.

David knew any hint or attempt at courtship in the conventional sense was now an option long gone for them. Their Titanic had made contact with the iceberg and there were no lifeboats for the last passengers. He proposed a toast again to her where crystals kissed this time and finished his wine as did she, he stood up and lowered his hands to her.

“give me your hands” he asked, she did and he pulled her up. Face to face he lifted their arms to the sky, Stephanie knew a kiss would be perfect right about now and David did deliver.

The lips had more to say than the eyes and what mattered most was also the more surprising, that this man knew the concept of acceleration. Taking every step with the right speed, not too slow to stop the flooding nor to fast to drown the princess.

Their union of lips lit chain fires and her bag went flying as he moved her body for her. His hair filled her fingers as his body filled her arms, both were playing the part they’d rehearsed for so many years. Now on centre stage. He was proving with heart, soul and above all his hands the existence of the mythical being he’d been seeking and known to be our Stephanie while she finally permitted full and total loss of control.

Who was this man? A pirate who has known me longer than I know him, a believer and a shy adventurer with taste for wine. Definitely not in the article she had read on that Lufthansa flight but … so very worth a book.

#banff #banffalberta #canada #mountains #love #short story #love story #romance #romance story #escape #pirate #creative #creative writing

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mikauzoran · 4 years

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Getting to Know You Survey

Oh, dear. ^.^; Oh, all right. I was tagged by both the awesome @pawsomelybuggy and the wonderful @mireilletan . (Thanks, guys! ^o^)

Nicknames: Mikau (Though, it’s kind of been my name for, like almost two decades now, so it’s more of an alternate real name than just a nickname. ^.^;) Takara (sweet Japanese sweetheart), Caribou (sweet American crush), KM (my father), Baby Bird (also my father...because I’m always opening my mouth like a baby bird expecting to be fed when someone has something good to eat ^.^;), Karada (Don’t ask. It went from “Ah. Kara da!” to “Ah. Karada!” complete with suggestive eyebrow waggles. Horny Japanese boys. -.-;), Care-Care (my grandpa), and Hoshi (my mum).

Zodiac Sign: Pisces (March tenth. Right in the middle of the sign. ^.^)

Height: Five-five and a half! I’m, like, one hundred and sixty-six centimeters.

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw (Obviously. :P Mireille, let’s get bunks next to one another!)

Last Thing I Googled: Beethoven piano sonatas list

Song Stuck in my Head: The World Revolving (Because this is what I’m trying to figure out by ear at the moment. ^.^;)

Favorite Musicians: Oh, geez. Hard question! In no particular order: UVERworld, Fall Out Boy, Beethoven, Chopin, Kondou Kouji��(he does Zelda music), Mahler, Shostakovich, Ravel, Saint-Saëns, Toby Fox (Undertale - Oh my gosh! We’re almost the same age!), Panic! At the Disco, Motion City Soundtrack, and Kajiura Yuki (anime music like from Tsubasa).

Following: Zero (I can explain! Notifications really stress me out. I work at a law firm, and I receive about two hundred-ish emails a day that I have to go through and respond to in a timely fashion, so after I clock out for the day, I just can’t handle any more. I do, however, regularly poke around on about three to seven people’s pages, so, in a sense, I “follow” about five people.

Followers: One hundred and forty-four (Thank you, Lovelies! <3)

Do you get Asks: Sporadically. I mean, whenever Mireille wants to ask me something she thinks the rest of the class could benefit from knowing. XD

Amount of Sleep: Six to nine hours. Typically it’s about seven.

Lucky Number: Three!

What are you Wearing: A white wrap dress with black accents and red/pink flowers (roses, carnations, daisies). It looks just like this except the flowers on my dress are different varieties and more red. It’s the same brand, though. I’m also wearing black leggings (because it’s cold and the dress is too short to wear without leggings) and black boots with lots of fun belts around the calves.

Dream Job: Travel writer. If I didn’t have to have a stable form of employment for the insurance for my medicine for Juvenile Diabetes, I would be living out of a backpack, freelancing. ...But, all things considered, I have a pretty sweet deal going as it is.

Dream Trip: I will always go to Paris and Kyoto. I think my dream trip now that I’ve already been to Japan, England, and France is to do The Grand Tour like educated young men of means did back in the sixteen/seventeen/eighteen hundreds. Check out the itinerary! Sign me up!

Instruments you Play: Play as in play presently or play as in have played in the past? I’m currently relearning piano. I studied it in my early teens. I was never very good, but it was fun. I played flute for about ten years, and I studied guitar for about one.

Languages you Speak: The short answer? I speak/read/understand/write varying levels of English, Japanese, Spanish, and French. I’ve studied several other languages such as Chinese, Korean, and German.

Favourite Song: Gosh, another hard one. :/ Probably Chance! by UVERworld...but then there’s also Colors of the Heart by UVERworld. In English, probably Chicago is So Two Years Ago by Fall Out Boy. And then from the classical repertoire there’s Danse Macabre by Saint-Saëns. Oh! But Liszt’s Totentanz! That’s a relatively new favourite.

Random Fact: Let’s see...what else is there? My car is named La Bête. It’s a joke. ^.^ I’m La Belle, and he’s La Bête. See? It’s funny. My first car’s name was Hiro.

Cats or Dogs: Dogs. I mean, my children are biologically canine. I’ve always wanted a cat, though. My parents won’t let me have one. I’ve only been asking for the past twenty years. :/

Aesthetic: Red, black, and white! Victorian and Second Empire style. Romanticism and Impressionism. I wasn’t sure what was meant by aesthetic. ^.^; Aesthetic in what sense?

Tagging: @kasienda and @transientpokemonmaster (if you see this. It never lets me tag you for some reason. :/) and anyone else who feels like doing this. ^.^

#About Me #Mikau #Tagged #Survey #Getting to Know You

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justbeingsociable · 6 years

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Online Dating

Dating is rarely easy. For many, dating begins during their teenage years. I did not start dating until I was 18 years-old. I had the occasional “girlfriend” in middle school which really just entailed the social aspect of telling people we were together… But there was no true emotional connection. Or was that just me? Perhaps even at a young age I felt like I needed a “beard”, as the gay community calls women who are with obviously gay men.

During the early 2000‘s, online dating was just picking up speed. Gay.com which is basically the next level of a chat room, became the go-to destination for single gay men for dating… and more. I was a naive 18-year-old you knew that I had the body, and the looks to get me some attention, especially online. Behind the protection of my computer monitor, I was brazenly forward with my flirtatious advances on random strangers. Their faces looked decent in their pictures, so why wouldn’t they be just as desirable in person. I never thought that anyone would post misleading information or photos. Again, naive.

Admittedly I put myself in many circumstances which if I knew my own child was doing would definitely cause my heart to stress! From talking to strangers, to meeting them, to sleeping with them, I have to believe that God and my guardian angel were protecting me! When we’re young and dumb, many seemingly questionable situations don’t seem as concerning. Perhaps this is an evolutionary feature? Are we built to be more adventurous in our youth so that we can go out and explore, seek a life of our own, and meet our mate? Or is it as I’ve heard tell before: we’re just young, dumb and full of cum?

After my first boyfriend and losing my virginity to him, I became a bit of an online addict. After that I met my first true relationship which lasted 4 1/2 years. Throughout that time, I was not faithful. And sad as I am to say it, I would go on the Internet to meet guys online to hook up with. Many of the local gay guys could be found on Craigslist, mostly at work – which is a gay Mecca.

Next I fell in love with The One. We didn’t meet online. I didn’t first see his likeness as a profile photo. I didn’t know him by his screen name. I knew him by his face and through our first interaction, in person. And that has been the strongest relationship I’ve had since. The fact that we had met in person helped us to solidify our relationship together. We already knew that we had compatible personalities. We meshed well in our conversations and interactions.

After 6 1/2 years, I was thrown back into the dating scene. The world had evolved. There had been no such thing as dating/hook up phone apps at your fingertips. Dating had been made easy as one, two, swipe right. I couldn’t keep my date book free! Every week was a new meeting at a new restaurant. I had so many leftovers for lunch throughout the next months. Just as with as much zeal I grant to school and work, I gave to my dating social life. It didn’t stop with one dating app, two, three, four… nine. And that was in addition to the eleven general social media apps that I maintained as a side gig. With 20 apps and growing, my life was hectic! Hell even. And it was all self-inflicted! But I had such a drive to not be single, I forced myself to attend all of these dates. True, I gained more friends in that one year than I had made during the previous two decades!

Then I met the next “the one”, and then another. But neither of them turned out to be truly the one. Perhaps it was a little bit of me still being in love with the love of my life, or I have an uncanny knack for dating men who are emotionally unavailable. For every 10 potential candidates, I found one meaningful connection. One of the biggest problems that was truly self-contributing on my part regarding online dating, was that without the initial in-person interactions, I wasn't able to judge everyone I was going to meet against a set of pre-determined qualifications. Of course I had my mental checklist that I made sure they checked off before even agreeing to meeting. And now there are some things that one must take into consideration. But you just never know who you’re going to fall in love with! A recent viewing of Golden Girls featured the storyline circling around Blanche’s father planning to be remarried to a younger woman. Blanche was very against they’re doing so, but by the end of the episode she reluctantly gave her blessing because Rose reminded her that we can’t predict who we will fall in love with. I am a true testament to that! In 2009 when I met the love of my life; in Sex and the City, Kerry Bradshaw gives John the name “Big.” Is he my “Big“? It was the Sex and the City series that inspired me to begin this blog. My roommate and I began watching the episodes in 2017, and I was instantly able to relate to the characters and stories with occurrences in my own life.

So when I met Big, I didn’t have any predetermined qualifications. I was currently involved in my first long-term relationship, admittedly unhappily, and I was instantly attracted. After Big, my search for a significant other was basically utilizing him as a measuring stick for everyone who came after! Whether it was height, languages spoken, demeanor, even down to his birth sign. Although I do feel that I truly do get along best with men born in August- Virgos. Perhaps there something to astrology… Or perhaps coincidence?

Big was the only relationship that I have ever met in person. Is it coincidence that it was the strongest? Should a warning label be placed on online dating? Lots of dating services claim that they have been able to match people who wouldn’t have otherwise found each other, and that’s probably true. When I tell my story, many people tell me that I’m an old soul. To me I always associated that with tradition and old-fashioned values. Although I’m not quite that old-fashioned, I do believe I have many traditional values. In my heyday, I think I would have probably made your Grandma blush, but let me tell you they’re not as innocent as we think. And I can say that after having a few conversations with my own Grandma after Grandpa‘s passing. So what is involved with this old-school ideals of dating? I read an article that stated that old souls aren’t satisfied with what online dating provides. Perhaps that’s right. So while I may not be ready to date immediately, where do I go? I don’t think going to the bars is the right idea. And the clubs aren’t necessarily the right scene either to find who I think I’m looking for. But again, I wasn’t looking for Big. And I met him at work; even though we had many connections, there were many things that didn’t click, and eventually caused us to break apart.

I’ve thought about attending gay church events, and utilizing those as social outlets. I’m really good at giving advice to others! I constantly remind my leader, who is also my friend, that the only way to find someone is by having a true connection with them... meeting them in person. I need to take my own advice!

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complete-nonsequitur · 6 years

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Oh my god I adore you, whoever you are.

0: Height: 5 ft 2.5 inches! (that .5 is very important. they didn’t put it on my license and I’m very upset.)

1: Age: 21!

2: Shoe size: anywhere from 7 to 8 depending on the shoe

3: Do you smoke?: Never cigarettes, and hardly ever weed

4: Do you drink?: Yepp

5: Do you take drugs?: Only pain killers when I’m on my period lmao

6: Age you get mistaken for: almost always way way younger than I am

7: Have tattoos?: Unfortunately not

8: Want any tattoos?: yessss

9: Got any piercings?: one in each ear!

10: Want any piercings?: I go back and forth about getting a nose piercing a lot

11: Best friend?: @of-the-bear hands-down

12: Relationship status: single

13: Biggest turn ons: looks-wise is muscles, and a nice smile. Personality-wise I melt over people making me genuinely laugh. love that shit. (Also being good at boxing is sorta my type but I’m not sure if that’s what you mean)

14: Biggest turn offs: i can’t staaaaand rude people (although most of us can’t). People talking to me like I’m an idiot makes my blood boil.

15: Favorite movie: Kingsman: The Secret Service

16: I’ll love you if...: you make me laugh

17: Someone you miss: I’ve had a few friends pass away, way back when I was in middle school / early high school and I miss them all the time.

18: Most traumatic experience: would rather not go into this

19: A fact about your personality: i get heated over things really quickly but I like to think i calm down pretty quickly afterwards too

20: What I hate most about myself: i feel guilty about everything all the time and it’s terrible

21: What I love most about myself: i really care a lot about people and that’s probably the best thing i’ve got going for me

22: What I want to be when I get older: social worker or a counselor of some kind!

23: My relationship with my sibling(s): it’s a long story. love them but don’t always like them.

24: My relationship with my parent(s): my mom and i are best friends. my dad and i have a somewhat distant but overall good relationship

25: My idea of a perfect date: i have no idea tbh. something fun.

26: My biggest pet peeves: people who tailgate and/or don’t use their blinkers. people who don’t re-rack weights at the gym. people who don’t close their mouth when they chew. people who don’t think i know what i’m doing at my job because i’m a girl. there’s a lot of other things too i could go on for days

27: A description of the girl/boy I like: HAH. Hard pass.

28: A description of the person I dislike the most: i’m not sure who in my personal life I dislike the most.

29: A reason I’ve lied to a friend: i’ll be real with you. i’ve done it just to cover my own ass about things.

30: What I hate the most about work/school: people who think i’m clueless because i’m young and female!!!! Hate it!!!!

31: What my last text message says: “lmao good!!!!!” (from my barber)

32: What words upset me the most: ummm depends on what context any word is being used in. it’s not what ya say it’s how ya say it

33: What words make me feel the best about myself: smart, strong, caring, intelligent, compassionate, beautiful

34: What I find attractive in women: muscles, nice hair, freckles, nice smile, funny, smart, ambitious, understanding

35: What I find attractive in men: see above

36: Where I would like to live: I really do like where I live in NY. not too eager to get out just yet.

37: One of my insecurities: pretty much my whole body except my arms lmao

38: My childhood career choice: i wanted to be a fashion designer so fuckin bad my dudes

39: My favorite ice cream flavor: heavenly hash

40: Who I wish I could be: just??? a more polished version of my current self.

41: Where I want to be right now: i’m content right where I am (on vacation)

42: The last thing I ate: we went to a ramen bar for dinner and i was HYPED it was so good

43: Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately: *chanting enthusiastically* Tom Hardy! Tom Hardy!

44: A random fact about anything: sloths eat rice!!!!!

Thanks so much for this, it brightened up my mood. xox

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shorthaircutsmodels · 4 years

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twilightpony4 · 7 years

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HomeFront: 40. Confrontation

There was still a piece of sunlight when they reached the designated village. To warm them up, they walked them until fit and amped up their speed as time went on. Ridden frequently or not, everybody needs a warm up. The whole Wild West riding thing doesn't work like that (sorry y'all). Venus pulled back on the reins ever so gently to cue her steed to slow to a stop. It was in the Andalusian’s nature to disobey somewhat, fighting back by shaking the bit in his mouth. Leonardo found it easy with Yujin, who listened and executed without question. Still, Venus was speaking and responding to her reacting steed. In a moment, he gave in and shuffled to a stop beside his equine friend. Venus pointed to a building ahead. It was pretty easy to set it apart. Much like the Wu Kwan, it was a ruby (not much a diamond), amongst the small rural homes. From what they can tell, there was no guard outside the door, but that wasn’t to say there was one. These are ninjas we’re talking about; an organization of ninjas and soldiers who are sure to keep a careful eye on who and what enters. “Let's tie them up over here.” She referred to their steeds when a tree caught her eye. Thick at the base yet bent at some degree, the green plumage spread across evenly at a tall height. The location of it was not too far from the desired building and hid behind a house at angle angle. That way, the animals could be hidden as well if a problem were to arise. She clicked on, having Nan lead the way for Yujin due to the incapability of his rider. As they drew closer towards the living log, he could feel the horse slow underneath him, leading to a stop in front of it. “If we need to, we can make a quick getaway.” Venus slid off her high horse. “Gotcha.” Leonardo tried to mimic her movements, though they weren't so subtle. His dismount that ended up as a climb downwards was no match for her simple slide down the leather. Both feet landed in two distinct beats against the ground. Yujin nickered and sashayed in relation to his odd movements, but did not overreact. The instant he touches the ground, a sudden shock went up his leg through his foot. They had been riding for so long and he had never done it before. It was torture on his behind as the belief was indeed true about why a cowboy walked in such a way. He forced himself to stand up straight, reaching backwards to pop his back. “Okay Leonardo, you are…?” The question lingered as she reached around a lower branch. In her hand was a rope to the horse’s halter that she had brought for such an occasion. With a good knot tied, she slipped the halter over Nan’s muzzle and bridle. Once secured, he immediately dove his head down to eat by the tree’s roots. She advanced to Yujin, unbuckling his own from the side of his saddle. “Just a tourist; Lost if needed be.” Leo answered, doing some random stretched hoping they would serve him justice. “Good.” She wrapped the rope about the tree on a different branch. “So what are you then? You know, since you're not a geisha.” His head cocked to the side to see hers. She was focusing on the knot until returning the gaze back. “When we get in, I'll check out the surroundings and determine what I could be. With a gathering at this degree, women may or may not be strictly permitted.” She sounded so down, so low as she presumed to secure her dark colored sweetheart. “Okay.” She was just giving Yujin assuring pats as he watched her. Such gentle hands smoothed over his velvet nose, delicate with love. Feeling the eyes, she looked up at him. Quickly (and not so smoothly), he turned away to stare at the empty spaces around him. Her smile faded and she let go of her horse’s face. He felt a hand grasp his arm. By the time her looked down, she was already folding it over hers. “Arm over, arm under. Now, stride!” The mantra repeated and continued in her head, remembering the etiquette she had left behind. Their steps were even and in pace as they left their steeds behind and towards the fire. Closer and closer they came, and more and more dos their stomachs swirled. It deemed too quickly were they about to ascend up the steps of the “forbidden” building. Both eyed each person who entered prior. Anybody is a potential danger, so best to catch any warning signs. “Keep your face still and confident when you walk in.” Venus kept her head low as she whispered to him. He lowered his head to catch every encouraging word. “It is most welcoming to the people and will serve you some demand of respect.” He gave her a single nod. Leo raised his head. Although his face looked deciding nod unsure, she carried it high at a comfortable rate. When he found an acceptable carriage, his expression straightened out. There was a glassy look in his eye, a look that looked right through one with relaxed facial muscles. The female turtle smiled as she watched his face transform. When he found his face, she continued to smile. He gave her a quick, playful glance before restoring his previous look. A man before them held the door open, letting the two walk into the dragon’s nest. The whole interior was marked in red and gold. Ruby colored wallpaper contrasted against gold accents and poles as the venue was set up circular. If you followed the path, you’d find doors on your right that could lead to anything. In the middle of it all, there was always a shallow set of stairs available for one to come down and join the occasion personally unless one wanted to watch it from above. Venus clutched Leonardo a bit more, trying to keep close and stay out of line. There was literally nothing they can expect but the worst if their hoax was to fail. “(Good evening.)” one gentleman greeted the strange boy as they passed by. By this minute, Leonardo’s face froze. What did he say? Is he onto us? He could only lean on Venus to help interpret. When he saw her smile, he relaxed the muscles he tensed up involuntarily. “(Good evening, sir.)” Venus returned in Leonardo’s place. Not at all thinking of Leonardo, the man went about his business. He was ok with Leo not responding and a woman instead. Good. As they walked around the path, they felt like hawks, watching everyone below on the “high” stoop. Traditional music played as drums and bells bounced around. Food was served on a platter carried by workers who went in and out of what would assumedly be a kitchen. There were not many women, but numerous men of all ages who chatted and laughed together. “Definitely a gathering, but it is highly social.” She observed. “A Foot meeting wouldn't look like this. If I learned anything from movies, they could be using this as a cover. It's best to figure if they are in a separate room.” Leo added, nodding his head welcomely to a man who caught his eye as they walked. “My thoughts exactly.” No sooner did she speak, she caught sight of the looks she was getting. Passing men or women by the walls with their fans up to their eyes singled her out. The look was not at all welcoming, but they weren't going to say anything. Venus already knew. “As if I don't get enough looks as a turtle.” She muttered disgustedly, glaring back at one older woman. Her skin was as porcelain as her face powder. The crooked, edgy look in her eyes were disturbed by how this one girl had no decency to keep herself out of the sun. A very rural, outdoors type girl she assumed to be. How unladylike. “All because I'm dark-skinned.” (Making sure y'all know this isn't a racial diss, it's a fashion diss). “Or because you're beautiful.” the comment caught her off guard. She was keeping her eyes on her toes until that warm voice came in. Venus looked up to him. Leonardo looked extremely genuine, all the while pulling her a little closer in their arm fold. “ Either one.” he shrugged, making the cutest of smiles with his slight overbite. The female turtle blushed, taking her eyes away to escape from his own. “I'd feel a lot better if we weren't possibly surrounded by a terrorist group.” she muttered, bringing herself back to reality. Leonardo had to face it too. This really wasn’t the time for him to be suave. Villains at every corner, but he took the chance to compliment the pretty girl. The band grew lively then soft again as the social floor became a dancefloor in transition. The men cleared a space in the middle of the circle as the lights began to dim. Leonardo and Venus were on their toes as the room went black. Bam! A white flash revealed the three women who appeared undetected in the circle. The band began to play once again, in tune to the small fireworks that were strategically set up for the performance. Following the rhythm of the flute, a red dragon costume hopped in and encircled the women as they performed feats with their gorgeously decorated fans. Both felt obligated to hunch over in the darkness of their higher platform. Although they were on a mission, Leo couldn’t help but watch the spectacle. It was something he’d never seen, or at least be able to see it in the origin of the art. Suddenly, he felt a tug on his arm. He whipped back and off to the side. Venus was up against the wall, in the middle between two doors. The turtle stopped himself short, just before he could bodyslam her. She made sure he kept close by pulling his hand towards her so no one could hear her whisper. “Take a look at every woman you see.” Man, Leo didn't want this to be the time where her hot breath sent shivers down his back. Poor man contained his composure and followed instructions. There were the women performing...and… most of the others were up were they were, either walking around in small groups or fraternizing with the male guests. “ What do they have in common?” Did she really want him to think about other girls in this room? “White faces, kimonos, black and red makeup.” he listed, which didn’t turn out to be so hard. Venus nodded, but even under no light, the shadows of her face weren’t smiling. “Every girl here has a pair of fans or a small stringed instrument at their sides.” She groaned. “I really hate being me right now.” “Why?” He asked. Not too long did he get an answer. Venus began to unknot her robe. Leo couldn’t think of what she was doing as a crimson blush took over his cheeks. He soon made him whip around in embarrassment. “Leo, I needed you to cover me.” She spoke harshly. He was too scared and bewildered when he slowly and awkwardly raised his arms, standing a foot or two away from her. She used a hand to reach his shoulder and whip him around. Now, her robe was spilling off her shoulders as she clasped it together at her chest with her other hand. “I’m just toying with it but it’s disgraceful if I do this in public. I’m human to everybody else, not turtle. You got to shield over me.” Her free hand grasped his and raised it up to her head, a couple inches to the left of it. She did the same to the other on the opposite side. Now Leo understood as he realized that his body and draping robe hid Venus underneath him. But, he had to admit, he felt uncomfortably close. It was already hot in there, but literally Venus could lift her head up and bump into his chin. He also felt lost, debating on whether to close his eyes or not because his position has him looking right down at her as she pulled her robe to sit just on her shoulders before they could choose to fall. He closed his eyes, hoping he didn’t seem like an idiot to her as she tied her robe back up. Before she was going to allow him to back off, she took a moment to revel at how he had closed his eyes even though there was nothing for her to hide from him. How sweet and gentlemanly. Now, back to life. “From here on out, I am a courtesan. Got it?” She urged, using a hand to gently push him off her. He opened his eyes, seeing a slightly different style before him. “Courtesan.” he repeated. “Correct.” “How do we figure what rooms they're in?” He referred to the Foot, the reason they’re here in the first place. By observation, people were going through the doors freely, just pairs of men and women who entered privately. “I see some couples walking into random rooms here. Do we do the same?” “No.” Venus shook her head, although she valued his insight. “We are visitors here. They are probably regulars.” The last sentence felt gross in her mouth as she cross her arms. “Hopefully, I can try to sense them behind closed doors.” She took Leonardo’s arm back and wrapped it as she had it done previously. In step, they stalked by the doors. To help her single out anything she could feel, she left her eyes to Leonardo when she closed hers, feeling any tendency through her body. “Feel anything yet?” He asked gingerly after the first five doors they’ve stopped by. “A little, but it's not getting any stronger as we go along.” She was honing in on something, but it felt off and eerie. Something could be blocking the transmittance. “There's definitely mischief.” she felt through her soul the evil tendencies, but it wasn’t strong enough to pinpoint an exact location or person. “(Are you still with her?)” A timid tap bounced against Leonardo’s shoulder. Leonardo jumped, compressing his companion’s arm underneath his tense muscle. He relaxed once he figured where it came from. It was a very old man with a very strange look. A tattoo that ran along with head and a shaven do and that a lot of hairs pulled into a topknot. Prior, Venus felt something odd as they walked and it grew stronger up until the point Leo had squeezed her. She opened her eyes in shock of the suddenness. The man was her friend, Khan. What was he doing here? Maybe the same as her? But then again, this strange feeling must be associated with him. Whether it be good or bd, Venus had to know. “I am a tourist.” Leonardo enunciated in English, quite unsure with what to do with himself. “(He is a lost tourist.)” Venus giggled in a very high pitched voice. A gingerly hand pressed against his chest as she smiled brightly to the older gentleman. “(And no, he is not. Is there anything I can do for you?)” “(You are needed. Come with me.)” Quickly, he took her by the hand and tried to pull her away. “Um, I don’t think she’s-.” Leo was going to reach for her, but she dodged his hand elegantly. “It is alright. I am ok.” She nodded slowly. The way she looked, she could be nto something. It was knowing and in control. “You're going to leave me here?!” He whined. Given all the circumstances, she was going to leave him to his devices in a terrorist party? “I'll be right back!” Venus whispered harshly back. “(He asked me where the bathroom was. My apologies.)” She turned quickly to the older fellow, wrapping er arm around his as she had done Leonardo. “(I see.)” He did not take ny interest in the matter. The older man whisked his only saving grace away. He watched as they gained ground and entered one of the rooms they chose not to seek out. Leo just stood there, dumbfounded as he leaned against the wall. What was he to do now? Just then, a group of young men passed by. Each one eyed him critically. Tourist, they were probably thinking. Leonardo sighed and gave it a whirl. “How are you doing?” His throat reached a depth that kept them moving along. “(Dance for me. Could you do that?)” he asked so politely. A chair off to the side was dragged to the woman standing center in the room. It was pulled to sit underneath him as he rested his back against it. “(Yes.)” Hurried, she reached for the fans by her sides. She did not want to keep him waiting. “(Would one with these fans work?)” One opened in her hand. Although it was made of paper and elegantly painted on, the thick, sturdy handles were designed to fight. “(Yes. Please, begin.)” he asked. Khan relaxed, nearly melted into his chair once the other fan was opened and she began. It had been years since Venus watched or danced with fans before. It was not a skill she was interested in and would do other things with them rather than dance. Alas, her cover called for it . Calm and collected on the outside, panic surged internally for her brain scrambled for any moves that would keep her rhythm going and make her any less suspicious than she already was. When in doubt, recycle the moves from Gong Fu or Hai Yang. Probably not the best choices, but he’s old, he’ll dig the classics. He did not seem to have a preference for his mind was in two places at the moment, relishing them both. “(Everything's coming together nicely.)” she heard him mumble. “(Finally, all of my plans will begin after this day.)” That came out louder than the ast, Judging by the way he said it and with the volume, he wanted her to know something. One would not be so direct, but touch on the subject in hope to spark of some interest. “(What are these plans of yours? May I ask?)” She gave in. These mischievous vibes were still present, and now he’s talking about ‘plans’. Could be anything: improvements of the council, a solution maybe, a solution to the Foot problem… why was he here? A good guess that they invited the village as a coverup. “(You are a silenced employee of the Foot?)” Oh, snap. Her fan snapped open with a warrior’s pose when he popped the question. Venus couldn’t believe it. Could it be? Khan? But… but he was the one who hated the Foot. He detained that guy the last time… or he pretended to. Could it be that there are other wizards inclined to the Foot? There must be more than this story, otherwise the world will soon be in chin deep trouble. “(I am pledged to the Foot Clan, yet I know very little.)” She tried to keep her voice even, not letting it crack and ruin her elegant appeal. Khan twisted the end of his long, black beard between his fingers. “(It should not hurt to tell. Besides, I need to tell of my soon to be victory.)” Oh, no. A gloater. She just had to put up with him long enough to get some truth circulating. It just can’t be that he was the bad guy in this. Khan is a good man. Please, just be undercover, a mole in their plan, she prayed while she composed into a crane position. “(As the next, powerful magician in line, it is only fair that I may speak for all of China.)” “(Yes? You are put before the political leaders of the entire country.)” Venus wanted to keep it going, let it all flow out at once and keep her nerves from rioting from anticipation. “(If I could, they would have been the dust of my shoes by today.)” He spoke so snobbishly. “(What keeps you?)” “(I have been offered a position to become the ruler of China with an image that does not appear to be a dictatorship. A sense of peace, if you will.)” “(How so?)” He is evil. You could not imagine the terror and panic circulating within a content-looking, fabulous dancer as herself, fighting it to keep the secrets flowing. Later, she told herself, it will happen later. “(Mistress Karai, daughter of Oroku Saki, has created alliances with the underground ambassadors of nations to gain complete control of the United States. With my cooperation, she will, in turn, support my political campaign when China’s leaders fall to her hand. Of course, she will bring forth to me more.)” Both of his hands reached for his collar and taught them apart. “(For you do not know, the Council of the Chinese Magicians are quickly failing without the guidance of the Great Chung I. If I run China politically, the Council will have no choice but to turn to my guidance and control.)” Outside the room of horrors was the party of horrors. Every turn, every person there was someone to eye him critically, telling him he did not belong there without words. Being a tourist was hard, he thought. Somehow, through the pushing and confusion, the six footer found himself in the middle of it all. Dodge that person, waiter with a full platter coming through. Most of the guests were a foot shorter than he was, so there was no way of missing him. Little scowls here and there, dancers over there, now there’s a dragon-coming-this-way! “Excuse me, dude.” It apologized when it bumped the disoriented man. Leonardo had to double take. Did that dragon just say ‘dude’? Taking a chance, he grabbed hold of the mouth of the beast and opened it wide for him to see inside. The person doubled back. He was white, much like himself but a hue darker. Freckles, blue eyes, but you can't miss the orange bandana around his eyes. “Mikey?” Leo questioned in surprise. “Do I know you?” The orange masked man lifted a brow and zoomed up close to the other. With a closer study, he realized the blue eyes and noticeable scar across one of them. “Oh, Bro, Leo hey!” He exclaimed. “You look good.” “What are you doing here?” “Rescuing you!” “Leo!” Another familiar voice. From behind Mikey, a taller yet lighter skinned fellow emerged with glasses. “Donnie?” He began to search further into the costume for the rest. As word quickly spread Leo was in front of them, a brown haired, muscular woman was followed by a red banded and even more muscular male. “That's… 1,2,3,4… All of you are in there?” There was a mutual head nod from every one of them. “Yep! So, what's going on? Anything suspicious?” Mikey whispered in a sneaky, childish voice. He leaned in close and put a hand up to the side of his mouth to make it “private”, creating a harsh sound on the last word. The only thing it did was make his big brother back off and wave his hand to get rid of the stink of the young one’s breath. “No, but…” he stopped fanning. “How'd you guys know about us being here? And how are you people too?” “Venus told Don.” Raph stated blatantly. “The old guy gave us magic charm necklace things.” “She knows nothing about this so not a word!” Donnie dropped in. He did not want to be the one that told Venus’ secret. Miwa already volunteered to take the blame. “Where's Venus anyways? Is she safe? It doesn't look” she paused to criticize the nature of the surrounding women. “‘woman friendly’ in here.” “Not sure. Some old guy took her away for something. I don't know what a courtesan is, anyways.” “She's posing as a courtesan?!” Mona pushed the other two brothers as she pushed forward, answering in shock. “Yeah?” He replied, quite unsure how to go about this situation. “Leo, a courtesan is a Chinese prostitute!” She exclaimed as quietly as she could. The eyes of every single English speaking boy doubled in size. She’s posing as a what?! “Whoa. Never thought it would come to this.” Mikey commented. “One day she's playing with dolls and now she's dancing on poles. So sad.” The orange banded boy dropped his head low in honor of the innocent Venus de Milo. Donatello grabbed the tails of his mask. Pulling them back, they forced his head up. Neck curling all the way back and looking at his brother towering over him, he listened. “She's pretending, Mikey.” Donnie assured. “You sure? It's always the good girls that go bad.” The older brother let go of the tails to playfully knock his head forward with his nonsense. “She said just go with it for her cover.” Leonardo explained. “Besides, this guy was beyond ancient. If anything goes haywire, she can handle it.” Mona Lisa was still not satisfied, as noted by the cynical expression she presented them with. The older turtle wanted to keep Venus out of any trouble if she were to pop back up and find out they're here. Of course her cover is not in any shape or form an intention. Leo saw the way she resented the fact, groaning as she changed her ways to fit the part. He was quick to defend her position.“She was using her senses to flush out the hole that the Foot are hiding in. Said something about mischief and that guy came by. Surely, she left to follow a lead.” “Alright. We got to keep moving.” Leonardo couldn't tell what the rush was. It was when Mona pointed with a timid finger and Leo turned to see. Yeah, it looked a little weird for the man to be carrying quite a conversation with the performing dragon. Yeah, better move on. “Keep us posted.” With that, she and Raphael were pushed towards the back in their original positions. The eldest could tell as the back end became full again. “Yes ma’am.” He saluted. Donnie backed up to disappear as well so they could roam around the room. Before he could release the grip on the mouth, Mikey stopped him just before he could. “Kung Hay Fat Choy won ton soup!” He whispered harshly. Leo raised a brow. Was he speaking Chinese? “Hai…?” His answer in Japanese, but he really didn't understand a word he said, or believe it was actually a Chinese phrase for that matter. Mikey rolled his eyes sarcastically. “That's my code for you got your woman stolen by an old dude.” He mocked, snickering inside when he let Leo close the mouth back up. “Go jump on the rails.” He threatened as the costume backed up and skipped away. “(Were you planning to kill Chung I?)” Venus tried to keep most of the stress of her voice at bay. At this part of the dance, her back was turned. One foot up in a crane pose and fan opened up, hanging over her head, tears tried to escape their ducts, but she wouldn’t allow it. She just needed a little more time from looking at him in the face to suck them back in. “(What was that?)” Please don’t make her ask again. She changed poses to keep her from shaking her head. “(If he hadn’t left, would you have killed him to gain that power through the council?)” That came out a little stronger than she had anticipated. “(I couldn’t.) He admitted. From the tone of his voice, he was very sincere. Venus was unknowingly still when he heard his answer. It was quite a surprise to her. (His children would never forgive me. Strange creatures they are. The young one is a magician as well, but she has no clue. And her oldest sister,)” an inappropriate chuckle. (“ a disgrace to the family. Quits everything for she was impregnated before marriage. Not only that, but she killed the child. A pity really, but who’s to say we should have more snakes like her running around our village.)” He was asking for an amen, but would not get one out of the entertainer. Can she beat him up right now? Every bone in her body screamed to stay cool and not blow her cover, but then again there was this other nice voice screaming ‘DRAG HIM!!!’. She kept her dance, yet it was less elegant and more simple to execute. Repeatedly, her bottom lip was chewed, fighting back every motive to break, “(Mona Lisa is not a snake.)” she bit her lip back to keep her from letting her feelings get in the way. “(What?)” The old man straightened up in his seat. “(She’s not a snake.)” she repeated. “(No, no. I didn’t mention her name to you, did I?)” Oh my gosh, he got out of his seat. She’s done it now. Khan approached quietly, head cocked to one side in wonder. “(No, you didn’t, but-.)” She tried to keep dancing, looking as innocent as possible.“(I have heard of her tale. The two reptilian sisters of the brush.)” she explained. Khan came closer and closer to her. “(Nobody should know of them outside of the village.)” Venus straightened up when he drew a hand towards her. There was no glow and no tension in his fingers. He bought it! But now, he was getting really close.Closer than what Venus would ever call comfortable to a menace like him. “(Well, someone must be leaking this information to the wrong people.)” How can she talk so smoothly while being forced to stare into the eyes of an evil man? His hand touched her face, fingers caressing her cheeks. She wanted to scream ‘back up!’ but could not. Could this possibly be how Mona felt way back when she was being mind controlled. Khan was now her Bebop as he stared into her beautiful eyes. The girl’s breathing hitched for she had not anticipated his old fingers dragging down to her jaw and down her neck. Was he really going to do this now? How can she get out of this? She certainly did not want to get this far with him. Just get some information and make a lame excuse to leave. How could the time get away from her. As she thought of a plan, Khan made his hands and eyes go down her collarbone. With prying eyes, he took notice of a piece of stringed leather around her neck, hidden within her robe. With full right to do so, he slipped his hand shallowly into the fold of her robe. Venus had no idea what to do as he made his hand inside her clothing. Suddenly, his hand clasped together with immense force and pulled at the charm, undoing the knot around her neck. “(Mèilì mèilì!)” he shouted, glaring at the stolen charm. He felt something off about this girl when she mentioned the unknown. When he looked up, he was less than surprised who it had been. What he saw was no longer the golden curled, dark skinned girl. Now, there was an anthropomorphic turtle he had know for so long, but not her cal stature was replaced with ever flowing tears. “(How could you? I thought you were our friend!)” She screamed. Khan took a couple steps back, quite affected by her pitches. “(You don't understand, foolish child. With the council dwindling, the only way to keep it alive is to take over China.)” “(You just took ten steps to solve two.)” “(If I rule China, that makes me automatically in power over everything. The council refused to have a single leader and would rather work together. It's not working! We're dying! Mystic arts will be gone if I don't do this!)” He bellowed. “(But taking over China, under the Foot clan!?)” “(A small inconvenience, but I'll do whatever it takes to keep the council alive.)” “(There's other ways to fix it.)” Venus shook her head, This just couldn’t be. All the lies… it just couldn’t. (“ I'm here now, let me help! Chung I was my father, I'm sure that-.)” “(You are not the biological daughter of Chung I!)” He cut off in distress. “( He has no heir, no continuance of his great blood! You have nothing of him! Neither you or your sisterly snake!)” Out of stress, he threw the magic charm away from him on the other side of the room. “(Don't do this! I know there's good in you-.)” “(My “good” is only available if they would let me be in charge of them! If they don't do it willingly, I shall do it by force!)” “(I'm not going to allow it!)” “(I did not ask for your approval, child!)” “(Do yourself a favor, and leave. Now!)” “(Over my dead body!)” Suddenly, her hands glowed. Khan was ready for a blast of some sorts, but instead the aura was in another part of the room. It surrounded the charm and lifted it. The old man allowed it for there was no other use for the charm that could stop his plans, Merely a cover up item and nothing more. Soon, it's magic will have no effect. She brought it to her. When it hit her chest, her magic created a new knot around her neck and cloaked her with her human body. “(That can be arranged.)” A yellow energy orb began to form. Once fully charged, he threw it at her. Venus was quick to counter with one of her own. It hit a little later than his, so the aftermath was closer to her, The power sent her back, but she kept on her feet. “(You are the only magician to know of my intentions. I was able to mask any emotion sense for the most part. Congratulations.)” he chuckled, taking strong steps to the side. He wanted to be in control of the situation, thus giving him the illusion of it early in the fight. Quite clever. “(A sense I've used quite often.)” She smirked before sending a surprise back. The ray of light was hit by his own magic who shied it away from him. A glimmer of it, however, marked up the side of his body. The old man put a hand over the wound as an impulse. It stung, but not enough to bring him down, He looked back into the eyes of the young girl. She stood so proud, so strong. How cute. “(I can tell.)” He sneered. “(Amazing that someone could like you so much in such a way. Maybe even love.)” He had used the same intruding senses on her. She knew who he was talking about, but she couldn't’ let that phase her. He knew she was insecure and intended on using that against her. Venus had to shut it out. She knew she wasn’t ugly, she knew that she was special, she knew that she was beautiful and there was a whole list of those who think the same. She stood her ground and smiled. Both fists were clenched up to her chin. “(Amazing how someone as respected as you could corrupt.)” One by one, people of the party began to quiet their chatter. When one asked their comrades to stop and listen to the weird muffling sounds, they shushed their friends and then forth. The rotation got around to the middle of the room when Leonardo took notice of the discrepancy. With the room quieted, there were some sounds he could make out. The sound of what a cartoon gun would make in an old cartoon, grunting, but nothing giving them direction as to where it's coming from since no damage was made on the building despite its shakes. The echoing of the sound distorted and was deceiving to the ear. Leo knew. He recognized that sound and knew exactly where it was coming from. People were apologized to frantically as he pushed the crowd and parted them to make way for him. As he tore closer to the outer ring, the people took notice and moved out of his way. Leonardo was at the base of the stairs when another rumble shook up the building. His head shot up when the sound of splitting wood cackled. A yellow light caused the audience to react violently, especially when a body was flying in the air. Leonardo charged those stairs, gaining as much momentum as he can. Venus seemingly lifeless body was doomed to fall flat on the unforgiving ground. At the top, the athlete leaped. Gaining a substantial amount of airtime, he grabbed the girl and snatched her down from the splintering wood. The people did not know how, but Leonardo used his shell to cover Venus from the falling wood. When the last of it took its turn to fall, he lifted himself off of her. She wasn't bad. Scrapes from the wood was definitely there in the appropriate places. “Leo!” Her vision cleared to see the worried turtle looking over her. “Whoa! Venus!” He didn't know if she could stand, so he placed his hand gingerly under her head. Her eyes squeezed in pain from being slammed against such heavy wood. Surely, without a shell she would have been done for. “You alright?” “It's Khan!” She forced out. Her hand was offered, indicating that she wanted to stand. Leonardo kept his hand behind her head and put the other in her own as they both pulled to get the turtle girl to stand. “Khan? Who's Khan?” She was unsteady and had to lean on him for support. To answer his question, the older man emerged from the sawdust, standing in the middle of the dusty room. A few men rushed towards him. The older gentleman only had to point directly to the two diversified people to divert the men’s attentions. “Oh boy.” “(Kill her!)” Khan ordered. Swiftly, the men sprinted, flipping down the stairs and made a beeline towards the two despite the crowd’s fears. “What'd he say?” He pushed Venus behind him, pushing them back from the men. “He ordered them to kill me.” The turtle girl stumbled, in which she grabbed the rim of his shell to keep herself up. She really was banged up pretty bad. The turtle before her reached inside his robe and withdrew two katanas from their sheaths at his sides. “Not today, they won't!” He affirmed, squatting low and clenching the blades tight. The first to reach him drew a single sword from the sheath at the side of his hip. When he came down, the metal rang across the room. The second the people saw a sword fight break out, they panicked and fled for the exits (shouldn’t they have ran when Venus’ body flung from a wall?). The Foot member, totally unaware that he was fighting a turtle, went to go in for a punch with his empty hand when he saw the opportunity. Crack! The felling of his hand faded away. He retracted it, holding it in his other hand very carefully. Then, dazed, he looked up at Leonardo. The caucasian man turned to look at his back, very confused as to why he did that. But then, he remembered. The mere thought of it brought a devious smile to his face. “My turn.” he spoke slyly. Oh man, how the soldier looked ready to cry when Leo swung his sword again. In pain, he released his hand to defend himself with his sword. They metal slipped off one another as the soldier went through with the motions, opening up his back to his opponent. One good elbow in him back brought him to the ground. “It's ninja time!” Mikey called to the furthest in the costume. Following the sound of grunts and metal clangs, he located the commotion through the crowds of people and viewed his now fighting brother. “Hey, hey, whoa!” He called as the family withdrew their weaponry and gripped the top of the costume. “What?!” Mona shrieked, both annoyed and in a hurry. “Can we pop out like the Huns from Mulan? Just straight up ‘ARRRGH’?!” Mikey pitched with enthusiasm. Before an answer could be made, the three taller siblings blankly pushed up the roof of the costume and turned it over. No fancy reveal, no screaming. Just… stood there. They took a second to glower at him before charging into the fray. Michelangelo was left behind to pout and look back at the costume. What he couldn’t see were to two Foot soldiers advancing towards him. His body sulked as he withdrew the nunchucks at his side. “I never” He began to swing his arms and chucks around wildly as an upset child would, “get to do what I want!” He whined. A moan from behind made him jump and turn around. In a fighting stance, he was ready to take on the ghost who yearned. A little sight down revealed to him the two outcold Foot Soldiers he unknowingly beat up. Michelangelo made an ‘o’ with his mouth, holding a fist to it with widened eyes. Man, he did them dirty. “Yeah Boy!” He shouted. “What’s up?!” He howled over them. The turtle gave them another cocky expression and gave his nunchucks a whirl before hustling over to his family. Khan emerged from the sanctity of the room. His eyes gazed around the chaos that surrounded him. There were more fighting against him than he had thought. More colorful characters were added into the picture. From careful observation, he can see the necklaces around their necks. More disguises, it may be. “(Remove their necklaces!)” He shouted from his spot. The orders were easier said than done. Three were off to the side, trying to fill in their quota first by taking down the biggest one with the red mask wound around his head. Each took a turn to try to kick or punch the person, but it proved too difficult as he dodged every single one. It also seemed that he was smiling, highly enjoying their demise. “Nice Dragon kick. Ah, sweet double Phoenix punch.” He commented sarcastically. “ Hey! You know this one?” A 180 twist of the hips granted a flying leg to the now flying men to the ground. Another off to the side, twirling and swinging a Bo staff that defected their swords and took a jab at their soft stomachs, lurching them forward in pain. Despite such views, he had more and more men. Those colorful characters could not last too long. In the corner of his eye, he can see a splash of light blue on the floor. Battered, Venus was still suffering from the effects of her earlier defeat. Khan grinned before glowing. “(Let's take it to my domain.)” He whispered to himself. His eyes began to glow white, and in return, Venus’ did as well. The world around her disappeared, transporting her to a place far beyond comprehension. The skies, if they could be called that, was a gradient of a dark coral and white. There was no floor to touch, in which she was floating in the atmosphere. Despite the colors, items and pieces of sets that made up the previous ballroom floated around them in a chaotic state. She had to question: Why am I here? Her answer came when a quick flash of a bright light simmered down to show the body of Khan. He appeared stoic and strong, looking over her pitifully, seeing a broken bird on the ground. She growled at his presence. “(Didn't think you'd survive a physical plane?)” she mocked, straightening herself up. The older man chuckled to himself, humoring the child. From her groggy expression, she was still feeling the effects on her body. “(Anyone can kill physically. This will be far more amusing to me.)” “(Bring it on!)” Little bursts of energy flung from her hands, hurdling in his direction. Creating a type of shield around his body, Khan deflected then once they hit. Behind his wall, the sound and impact of the balls vibrated against it, feeling its power indirectly. When the hail was over, it became his turn to retaliate. His entire body glowed yellow as the aura surrounded him. Only one of his hands was more concentrated than the other while the power source built up. At its peak, he forced the beam onto her. The girl was quick to react to the Magic by placing a shield of his own. As the yellow clashed with the blue, a blue aura spilled fiercely off the sides of which her shield took up. Four separate bursts fled from the sides, aiming at the offend man. He stopped his magic to defend himself from her own. Each burst was caught in both of his crossed hands and feet, but it did push him back on the plane. “(I must admit, you are raw.)” He levitated back up to her height. Venus stood ready. It was quite a big power surge that drained her of the majority of her energy. Khan knew it and she had to hold herself up. “(but out of my league.)” The girl’s eyes widened in horror. A bright yellow bubble surrounded him. Bolts of lightning and other explanatory lines ran around him in a storm. She had never witnessed magic in this type of state. That was the moment Venus knew. She was going to lose this battle. In the real world, things were getting a little better. The small family was getting tired, but the soldiers weren’t the best fighters to go up against. They still havent figured why some of their tactics didn’t work when they hit them in the right spots, meaning they have not successfully ripped off a single one’s necklace yet. But that was going to change very quickly. At the moment, Mona was having a wonderful time with the boys. A couple cute little team-ups here and there, but mostly independent. Currently, she was finishing off the last of her opponents. She jumped over the charging man, pushing off his back. When she hit the ground, her leg knocked him off his leg with a single swing. His back hit hard, choking him with the impact. The girl smiled at his discomfort. Leonardo approached her, but not to give her some praise, explanations, or deliver a witty phrase. He noticed Khan standing at the top of the stairway. A blank expression followed by white glowing eyes kept him still. Coming close, Michelangelo was busy using the pathway as a place to run to the other side of the room to assist Raphael. “Mikey!” He shouted. The boy stopped on on leg. A couple jumps forward on it kept him from falling over as his back leaned back to see what he wanted. “He’s the bad guy!” He explained. “Khan?” Mona shrieked. Leonardo nodded, placing a hand on her shoulder. It shocked her tremendously. Mikey was brought to the attention of the still man. Since he wasn’t posing any threat at the moment, he came up close and sneaked a peak of his face. “So?” he asked nonchalantly. “He’s right there! Clock him already!” “Yo! I'm not gonna punch an old dude!” “But he's evil!” “So?!” this time, it was a lot more sassy and resistant. “That's a bit of a double standard.” Donnie added before swinging his staff at the few of the standing Foot soldiers. “Look. I'm not gonna hit him, and y'all aren't either. Leave it to V.” Leonardo raised a brow. “What are you talking about?” Mona had to guide his eyes by pointing to the turtle girl hiding close by. Although the shadow hid her body, they could see those bright eyes glowing vividly. “She's fighting him mentally. What if she messes up his brain or something?” Raphael asked when he hoisted two men in both hands. As their fate would have it, their bodies clashed together. Outcold, Raphael dropped them like rags. “He's old anyways, probably forgot to turn the sink off at home.” Mikey defended. He put a hand on the old man’s shoulder. Before he could touch him, a shocking sensation pulsed through his arm. The turtle yelped and gripped his upset arm. Curious, and stupid, he tried it again. The same results occurred. So much for the punching plan. Harmless on the outside, they couldn’t not imagine what was happening on the other side. Venus was down. She could not protect herself from what Khan had delivered. It did not kill her, but she was sure he was going to finish her off. The entirety of her body either burned or stung from the unknown properties inflicted upon her. The man stood over her, watching her try to get up but definitely couldn’t. “(If you had just let me help the people, you would not be in this predicament.)” He glowed once more. The same unforgiving orbs of light surrounded him again. This was it. Venus, seeing her fate, put her head back down. Khan was not the last person she wanted to see. Instead, she’d rather remember the life she’s led. She couldn’t recall the wonderful life in China without Khan somehow being present. Instead, she recalled New York. The amazing lights and culture diversity. The adventures, the lessons, Splinter, her new brothers, Mona. Such beautiful figures. “(Give my apologies to Chung I when you see him.)” He asked. Khan unleashed his light in close proximity. The brightness was too hot to watch as it hit the girl. Even he had to back up from the heat. This was burning her alive. Both guilt and relief washed over him as the light began to dim. Venus as a threat was gone, but surely her sister and allies will come after him. He thought of his plans that his empire will be much bigger by the time they figure it out. The light simmered away and what he saw was shocking. The yellow light slipped off the rainbow colored bubble that covered the girl. Venus was in just as much shock as he when she looked up and saw that she was still alive. “(It is over, Khan.)” a deep-bass voice echoed. Suddenly, the invisible figures of twenty numbers revealed themselves. It was the wizard’s council. Everyone wielded a hand that outstretched their colorful auras to protect the turtle girl. Venus wanted to cry at the arrival of her salvation as they stood up to Khan. “(Gentlemen! Please! I was only trying to help!)” He nervously backed up. “(By attempting to kill the daughter of Chung I?)” One accused, offering a hand to the proof below them. “(It's not what it looks like! I swear!)” “(That's not what he told us.)” Another chimed in. “(Who?)” Khan asked. No answer. Just a squint of the eyes. Khan took the time to try to figure it out while one floated down to Venus. “(Mei Pei Chi,)” The field around her dispersed as he came to her aid. He turned her around carefully. Her eyes were partially shut from fear and happiness. “(will you help us?)” he asked, which was also his way of asking if she was alright. He helped her to her feet when she gave an unsure nod. He noticed her struggle, but she had to stand. The man let her lean her heavy figure against him. Slowly, she rose her head from her chest. What she saw was the most promising sight she had seen. With the council behind them, Khan stood, shook in terror. Now, it was her turn to get back at him. “(Goodbye, Khan.)” One granted as he raised his hand. The rest followed suit. The man who held Venus held up Venus’ arm so she may participate in his demise. Much obliged, she tried to contain herself. “(No! Don't do this! You all need me! I was trying to help!)” Nothing was going to stop them once their iridescent colors flung from out of their souls. Khan’s single magic couldn’t help the twenty-something others that assaulted him. His screams of anguish filled the space as he doubled over from their power. The next phase was prepared and ready. The man turned to Venus. When she caught his gaze, he gave a nod and they both looked back at Khan. He started his magic. With his hand around her wrist, the green color surged through hers like a glowing spiderweb up to her hands. It was charging her own, combining their powers. A look of awe took over her face as she saw a teal orb form in the palm of her hand. Longer and longer, the power built. When she saw it fit, they released it together. The bolt smacked into Khan. Louder shouts emerged for a second until it became silent. The magician's stopped their flow of magic and lowered their hands. Before there was nothing. What was left of Khan was gone. Just as the man disappeared, so did their surroundings. Her eyes were blurry, but she could make out a few heads over her. A couple blinks, her vision began to sharpen. “You ok?” It was a caucasian woman, but that pink around her eyes and long hair could only be one person. It was her sister. How she got there, she didn’t know, but she sure was glad she was with her. From what she could tell, she lay in her lap, in her arms as she gazed upon her worryingly. “Mona?” She asked, voice cracked. A subtle nod. “Yeah. Yeah I'm fine.” Not really, but better than not. “Good.” Mona’s voice dropped low. Venus wanted to raise a confused brow, but rather waited. “If I catch you actin like a h**, we’re gonna have some serious problems!” So much attitude! “Missed you too.” Venus muttered. She tried to sit up, using Mona’s assistance. “What happened in there?” Leonardo asked. He was squatting besides her, along with the rest of the squad who had mysteriously showed up just as Mona had. “I punched an old guy.” She did not want to tell a long tale, so this was explaination enough for her. Mikey’s face built up. He sucked in his lips while forcing air against his closed lips. “I TOLD YOU!” He bursted, shouting into Leo’s ear. The eldest turtle closed his eyes from the impact of his voice. A general laugh humored him after a hard fight. Donatello stood up first to extend a hand to her. Venus took the friendly gesture. As she rose out of Mona’s lap, she tried the best she could to help her sister up without hurting her. A couple grunts lead her to her feet. Donnie held her against him until she hung an arm around him shoulders. She smiled. “Was this your doing?” She quizzed. “Uh- uh actually, your friend Miwa called us.” The words spilled quickly out of his mouth. The girl nodded. “You’re a terrible liar.” she giggled. With that quick, shocked look in his eyes, he couldn’t hide that from her. “And thank you.” She squeezed him gently with the arm around her shoulders as a type of hug. He smiled warmly from her affections. He knew he made the right choice. They heard footsteps click against the tile floors. The family shut their heads up. The three boys surrounded their downed sister in protection as the man approached. It was Hong, the man who assisted Venus in the other plane. To call off the dogs, she placed a hand on Leonardo’s shoulder. He turned to see her calmed expression on her face. He then called off Michelangelo and Raphael as they let the man gingerly approach them. “(Khan is no longer a threat to the world.)” he informed with the most peaceful mind. “(Where'd he go?)” Mona asked. “(Where he can no longer do any harm.)” “(You mean…?)” Her finger pointed to the sky. The brothers followed it, wondering to what she was talking to him about. Nothing but a roof. The man chuckled briefly. “(No, a different dimension.)” “(Thank you so much, Hong.)” Venus bowed her head. He returned the favor by bowing fully for his friend could not. “(How did you know I was in trouble and that is be here?)” Another question when he rose. “(An old friend came to us.)” His explanation was followed by a knowing smile. The girls looked to one another and smiled, then back to him, stifling their giggles. “(I must help clean up this mess. Excuse me girls.)” Coming in from behind, a couple more council members showed up by the doors to direct work for hired help to clean the mess Khan inflicted upon the gorgeous building. “So…” Michelangelo broke the silence. “Can we go stop to eat?”

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1. Your first OC ever? >> Technically, my first ever OC was probably a teenage girl named Clarissa, or an Earth-loving (in the time of moon habitats) young man named Eden, or a moon-dwelling girl named Deirdre Halloran, or Aidan Quinn or any of the other characters from my Beauty and the Beast rewrite... because I made up all these guys when I was still in single-digit age and continued to develop them throughout middle school. Although that development didn’t get very far, because back then I knew way less about how to write humans than I do now.

2. Do you have a personal favourite among your OCs? >> I have too many OCs to have an actual favourite.

3. Have you ever adopted a character or gotten a character from someone else? >> Darya, a friend from my early RPing days, let me ‘adopt’ one of the lesser-known (amongst our circle) members of her Katin clan -- Mikhail -- once. I don’t think I got to play him much at all, but it was still flattering enough to be entrusted with one of them in the first place.

4. A character you rarely talk about? >> All of them????? Except the fandom ones.

5. If you could make only one of your OCs popular/known, who would it be? >> Eh, that’s quite all right.

6. Two OCs of yours that look alike despite not being related? >> A lot of my characters probably look alike because I gravitate towards certain physical traits. I can’t think of two particularly stellar examples off the top of my head, though.

7. Are your OCs part of any story or stories? >> Some of them are. The Bayou Devils crew is part of a kinda urban fantasy-ish nWOD-based thing I was going to write. The Anathema was part of a very formulaic urban fantasy story I’d written last decade that I sometimes fantasise about overhauling and rewriting... except I’m not sure I can take the Anathema out of that particular formulaic urban fantasy mold without having to do away with everything about them.

8. Do you RP as any of your OCs? If you do, introduce one of your RP OCs here! >> I roleplay a fandom OC, Anand, who’s based in the Dragon Age fandom but is meant to be compatible with a wide array of fandoms. He’s not really fully formed. I’d planned on fleshing him out during the act of RP.

9. Would you ever be willing to give any of your OCs to someone else? >> Sure. I’m a storyteller, not a hoarder.

10. Introduce an OC with a complicated design? >> Er... I’m not sure how to answer this.

11. Is there any OC of yours you could describe as a “sunshine”? >> Like, someone with a really sunny disposition? Dax Kessler is a bit like that. But he’s a mutant, so there’s also the fact that if he’s attached to you, he will literally hulk out and destroy anything that even looks like it’s trying to hurt you. ...That’s ideal, right? An attentive, good-humoured six-foot-seven genetically-modified mutant? Hell, I’d take it.

12. Name an OC that isn’t yours but who you like a lot >> Dmitri Katin. He’s Darya’s and I love him to death. I love him like I love my own self. I would kill for Dima.

13. Do you have any troublemaker OCs? >> Do I have any OCs that aren’t troublemakers...? They pretty much all are, in some way or another. I’ll pick one, though... Severin Sane. He runs a bar called the Church of Ill Repute, where everyone calls him ‘Reverend’, and he’s a vampire. That all just sounds like trouble, doesn’t it. Well, it totally is.

14. Introduce an OC with a tragic backstory >> Siobhan Caine was born of an archangel and an archdemon, making her a very potentially-powerful nephil but also making her incredibly cursed by both factions. She was under a spell of forced celibacy for a good few centuries. It sucked. At some point she became the Mistress of a faction of darkling creatures in a particular region, House Umbra, and after some time she met this one particularly powerful and particularly determined darkling who was determined to break her curse. He did, long story short, and the Seraph who’d cursed her punished them both, but it was a short-lived punishment, and so they got complacent. Until the Seraph came back and took her away from House Umbra, and the region it was a part of was destroyed... presumably by archdemons.

Like, her story was so fucked that it’s mostly the reason I don’t use her anymore. Where do you even go from there...?

15. Do you like to talk about your OCs with other people? >> Of course. Let’s share.

16. Which one of your OCs would be the best at biology (school subject)? >> Oh, I don’t know.

17. Any OC OTPs? >> Logan Iritian’s first and strongest love is always gonna be Siran Kezerian, who’s another one of Darya’s. We had a lot of OTPs amongst our children.

18. Any OC crackships? >> I don’t know.

19. Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why) >> Man. I don’t know. They all mean a lot to me. I guess I’ll go with Doyle... well, he’s not Doyle anymore, he’s Rhys mac Keltar, because he got all his memories back and he doesn’t have to live by a borrowed name anymore. He was the first character I played in Legion of Darkness, the RP group that I met Darya in way back in 2009, and he’s gone through so much in that group. He was very loved, though, by everyone. I remember I killed him off because I needed to free up a character slot for a Faction Leader I wanted to introduce... and I immediately realised what a mistake I made because I was so distraught afterward. So the staff all made an executive decision to increase the number of character slots for staff, and thereby enable me to get Doyle back. <3 Good times. Real good times.

20. Do any of your OCs sing? If they sing, care to share more details (headcanon voice, what kind of songs they like etc)? >> A lot of them do, yeah. For example, Danny Aubrey, whose musical style (and personal aesthetic, honestly) is based on Volbeat. He’s also part divine, so his voice can project to an astounding degree. That’s very helpful.

21. Your most artistic OC >> Just gonna do what I’ve been doing and name an OC at random (I have so many that inevitably there are multiple that fit a question, ok, and I’m not even using fandom OCs for this!).

22. Is there any OC of yours people tend to mischaracterize? If yes, how? >> No? I don’t know how they would get an opportunity to do that.

23. Introduce OC that has changed from your first idea concerning what the character would be like? >> Mistral Vane was originally a formidable giant of a demigod, a physical representation of the eternal storm... but I had him sacrifice a piece of his divinity to become human-passing, so I could use him in more RP groups. There just wasn’t a lot of playing room for a freakishly huge avatar of electricity, you know?

24. If you could meet one OC of yours, who would it be and why? >> Any of them. All of them.

25. The OC that resembles you the most (same hobby, height, shared like/dislike for something etc?) >> I really don’t think I have any blatantly obvious self-inserts.

26. Have you ever had to change your OC’s design or something else about them against your will? >> Why on earth would I have to do that?

27. Any OCs that were inspired by a certain song? >> Danny Aubrey, whom I mentioned earlier, was inspired by Danny & Lucy (11PM) by Volbeat. Part of his backstory reflects it, as does the fact that his musical style is based off the same band.

28. Your most dangerous OC? >> Logan Iritian is pretty dangerous, considering he’s the avatar to the pure undistilled entity Ira, or Wrath (hence his name). The thing is, he hates being the Iritian. He was the Avaritian (when he hosted Avarice) once, and that was only marginally better. I think if I write him again, he’ll probably be the Luxurian (give you a hint what sin-entity that’d make him the host of), which was kind of fun to write him as for the brief time that I did.

29. Which one of your OCs would go investigate an abandoned house at night without telling anyone they’re going? >> Dane Skjöld. He’s always been a shade too curious. That’s how he got trapped in a house ‘haunted’ by one of my more frightening OCs, VII, who almost eviscerated him. Luckily, Dane’s twin, Thorin, came through and saved his bacon. He got away with just a brand (the numeral “VII”, of course).

30. Which one of your OCs would most likely have a secret stuffed animal collection? >> Seth. Ramesses Set Khaldun is very sensual, as in they love being touched and touching nice things. He’d love being surrounded by stuffed animals. Just one nude blissed-out incubus buried in a mountain of enormous plushies from F.A.O. Schwartz. <3

31. Pick one OC of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like (what they reblog, layout, anything really) >> Domenico Sauvageon would have one of those dolce-vita-lifestyle type blogs, with the fancy foods and luxury items and headless men in suits. He’d have a three-column layout with a Louis Vuitton-inspired background and his own face as his icon. But he’d also sometimes make really useful and informative posts about fashion and makeup and how to pair your wines and shit, and he’s only a snob in that he prefers the finest things -- he doesn’t snub people who can’t access those things. In fact, he loves to share. He’ll spoil you until you end up a snob just like him.

32. Which one of your OCs would be the most suitable horror game protagonist and why? >> I don’t know enough about horror games to answer this. VII would make a great horror game antagonist, though, I’m sure. It’s got a bit of a Silent Hill vibe about it.

33. Your shyest OC? >> Rhys mac Keltar. Or Silas Carmichael, who can’t speak and who is very self-conscious about it.

34. Do you have any twin characters? >> Thorin and Dane, mentioned earlier. They’re... uh, also quite Lannister about it. But I’ll just leave it at that...

35. Any sibling characters? >> Danny Aubrey has a sister, Lydia. Acheron Cruor Dane has a sister, Isolde -- but I don’t use Isolde much as an OC in her own right.

36. Do you have OC pairs where the other part belongs to someone else (siblings, lovers, friends etc)? >> I can’t remember any that were made specifically for that, but I have plenty that turned out that way after the fact.

37. Introduce an OC who is not quite human >> Oh my god, almost every character I’ve discussed in this survey has been nonhuman, or at least augmented-human.

38. Which one of your OCs would be the best dancer? >> Seth. He’s a very good and very hypnotising belly dancer.

39. Introduce any character you want >> I’ll introduce one if someone sends me an ask with a letter in it. I’ll pick a character whose name begins with that letter or the closest letter.

40. Any fond memories linked to your characters? Feel free to share! >> This whole survey is fond memories, lol.

41. Has anyone drawn fanart of your OCs? If yes, maybe show a picture or two here (remember sources & permissions!) >> People have drawn fandom OCs of mine, but none of these guys.

42. Which one of your OCs would be the most interested in Greek gods? >> Well, Danny -- Daniel Apollonius Aubrey, whose lineage includes a Greek god. Also, Zion. He’s fascinated by mythology, despite the fact that he’s a Judaic angel.

43. Do you have any certain type when you create your OCs? Do you tend to favour some certain traits or looks? It’s time to confess >> Sure. I like ‘em tall, dark-skinned, long-haired, and nonhuman/superhuman.

44. Something you like about your OCs in general >> I don’t know. I’m very attached to them all. They were so much fun to conjure, and they hold so many possible stories in their existence.

45. A character you no longer use? >> There are a lot of those-- OCs I created specifically for a certain RP group that have no real use elsewhere, OCs that never got developed enough for me to care about keeping them, OCs that were just too tropey for me to even bother with. There’s a veritable OC graveyard in the back of my mind.

46. Has anyone ever told you that you treat your OCs badly? >> I don’t think so, no. Sometimes I did, though. I try to be fairer to them these days.

47. Has anyone ever (friendly) claimed any of your OCs as their child? >> Probably.

48. OC who is a perfect cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure >> No such thing. I make monsters. Gods and monsters, one and all. Even my nice guys are monsters (Logan, for example, who’s the most affable and loyal guy imaginable, is a high-ranking demon).

49. Which one of your OCs would most likely enjoy memes >> Logan would fucking love them. Except he’d be the obnoxious guy to send you memes you’ve already seen a thousand times, but he just saw for the first time. Because he’s slow on the uptake.

#surveysofsamedi #too many ocs on the dance floor

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“Compulsory Education”

By, Orlou Jenkins KaTR® News Network

Listen to "KaTR Quest For The Pulitzer: "Compulsory Education"" on Spreaker.There can be no doubt that knowledge is power. Education is the key to opening new minds to the truths that surround us. Throughout time the great struggle has been in keeping certain knowledge alive as generations passed. Oral traditions gave way to the printed page, and from there into the information age with unimaginable struggles along the way. Man now finds himself sitting upon more knowledge than his singular understanding can handle, so we’ve created a corporate ideal. An education system, to compartmentalize humanity into a variety of fields of expertise that are purposely created to keep most blind to truth while rewarding and promoting only those who go along with the strict program.

“The smart way to keep people passive and obedient is to strictly limit the spectrum of acceptable opinion, but allow very lively debate within that spectrum.”

― Noam Chomsky, The Common Good

What has developed, like always, was a sort of caste system of information dissemination where at the core lies a known truth but it is flanked on every angle by priests, who in many cases do not consider themselves rank and file but absolutely are.

When a lie is passed from generation to the next it gains an incredible power. It gains powers over those who believe it and it becomes a weapon for those who decipher it’s mystery. At the core level of the education system there are no teachers, or scientists. Therein lies a society, or bloodline that has property over the true historical narrative and it’s evidence.

You could depend on a random human to be shown the full range of evidence and come to a very close conclusion to the true basis of reality, they would then have no trouble thriving within the confines of this natural life. However, no regular person is ever shown even a fraction of the evidence. What is allowed to surface is purposely pointed towards desired conclusions. Conclusions that leave men pliable, fearful of future loss and pointed entirely in the wrong directions.

Schooling has taken many forms over the ages what we’ve become accustomed to today could be likened to a manufacturing assembly line. Children enter on one end and exit the other of a Prussian styled school model where ‘no child is left behind’. It sounds good on the surface, if you never dig into the curriculum and delve into the counterpoints of what has been deemed ‘fact’. True or not, these digestible little nuggets are force fed to the public in a compulsory fashion. If baby doesn’t learn their abc’s 123’s and that the earth spins round and round, daddy goes to jail.

By the end of one’s schooling the citizen created is very much invested in his or her own knowledge base. A student might even pay upwards of one hundred thousand dollars on their education. To learn that everything they paid for was a cockamamie lie, hurts. This education might prove useful in gaining worthless fiat currency but as it all dawns on the citizen that it was all little more than a tool of their own oppression... It hurts badly and is rarely faced head on.

What we have in society of compartmentalized system of thought and dissemination of information in where people enforce this control upon each other. There is no boogeyman required when a person’s best friends and closest colleges are the ones keeping them from breaking from the lie and seeking truth.

The idea of ‘no child left behind’ sounds wonderful if Santa Claus is picking you up on your way to summer camp. It hardly rings with the same gleeful tone when ‘no child left behind’ is being barked by some monolithic cult demanding you adhere to their collective way of life.

But wait Kappo and The Rev, this education system has lifted our nation to great heights! Our forward thinking American ingenuity is what has shaped the 21st century, you dumbasses! How dare you impugn the massive jump in quality of life and technological breakthroughs in travel and health and engineering and everything!? The only reason you two bozo’s take this ridiculous stance is because of how uneducated you are, and how little of the complex nature of these studies you actually understand.

This isn’t about whether science or technology exists, it’s about how it’s taught and to what measure and why!

It true, Kappo and The Rev are not mainstream newsmen, or graduated scientists, or college professors, or industry magnates. That’s what makes it all the easier to make these points about our education system and it’s faults because we never fully bought into the idea to begin with. We were forced to march alongside you as you strove for better grades and higher salaries. We got up on time, and tapped dance from classroom to classroom like rats in a maze. We underwent the same brainwashing attempt, and yes the reason we didn’t get so sucked up in it is because of our overall under-achieving attitude and basic inability to go along with the plan.

Yes, if you went to a psychologist and asked them about this little article they’d talk to you all about ‘oppositional defiant disorder’ or in layman's terms...

‘Fuck you I won’t do what you tell me!’

- Rage Against The Machine

One of these fine doctors might label you a schizophrenic whose thoughts and behaviors don’t fit their mold of acceptable constructs. When the truest explanation often is you are much smarter than the doctor you are speaking to, and rather than wasting your time with college style book learning and kegstand party fucking, you applied your greater intellect into seeing past the blinders placed on your doctor. You lived life, created art, delved into the depths yourself rather than having read about it, and diagnosed it in someone else.

“Those who can, do. Those who can’t, teach.” - George Bernard Shaw

Today, a child is awoke before dawn not to plow a field, or milk a cow or tend to chores for the family, or just laugh and play but to ride a giant orange bus to a publicly owned building with very strict rules. This child is kept for 8 to 10 hours a day they are lead by the nose, by bell and by threat of being held prisoner even longer, through hour and hour of sing-song indoctrination into this modern era American cult. A school system dead set on teaching the half-truth, one sided, mind control to children uprooted and separated from their family.

This family however, is so stressed by modern economic demands that it is all too happy to have publically funded day care for kids ages 5 to 18! Even though they know that what the school teaches about history and many sciences isn’t going to serve them in any capacity other than to indoctrinate their child into this system where consent is planted via education into a populace, who then turn blind eyes to nearly everything that doesn’t interfere with their daily needs being met. We’re talking about free daycare here, people!

Truth is, you have to send your children to them or they will get you! This is compulsory education now. For better or worse. You have to do it, or else. Truth or not. Those types of threats come levied from our government daily, we don’t mind! We dummy up and do it.

Sure, times used to be a lot tougher, and information was a lot harder to come by but school and universities were full of young people who WANTED to learn. They were not being forced to learn and in most cases were lucky to have the opportunity. People from simpler times saw knowledge as precious, and they took personal care and upkeep on their own smarts and well-being. When a person of the more curious persuasion got the urge to learn his way out of a lousy situation he walked ‘uphill both ways’ to school and back because he or she WANTED to learn the tools it took to think and decipher. For every scholar there were several farm hands who had no need or desire for book learning, as their well-being was met in their daily work. Homesteads built, food coaxed from dust, animals cultivated and life was lived without the need of anything but ‘the school of hard knocks’. On Kappo and The Rev we call that ‘living in line with the curse’ and there is nothing wrong with it at all.

That’s not to say we don’t want to help those who want to strive to learn, nor inspire a generation of lackadaisical youth into unlocking their potential. There is a wellspring of knowledge well within the grasp of nearly every un-impoverished toddler, and next to no excuses for ignorance anymore. Other than the fact that we rely on the government to teach our children and our government is actively dumbing us down in the face of great gnosis.

The old ways were about reading, writing and arithmetic and little to nothing else, save for perhaps bible study. The emphasis was on how to think, not what to think. Once a person could read and write the english language he or she became the most dangerous prey of all. A creature able to invent and think his way out of any given situation. You added the ancient wisdom of arithmetic and it unlocked a wild potential in man. Man is random, and man is chaotic and man is very capable of toppling the cruelest of opposition. The original intent on our education system was very altruistic.

“Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime.” - Chinese Proverb

Suddenly however, the country was overpopulated with young, virile minds ready to take the world by storm! They had taught man to fish, metaphorically and by the middle of the 19th century America was bursting at the seams with educated protestants, who could pour forth from every backwater of the country to take shape as ‘the greatest generation’ at any given time. New ideas were burning up society like wildfire and the modern era was launched! With it brought some of the most heinous, brother on brother bloody violence that ever took place. With each passing iteration of ‘the war to end all wars’ the country limped through the civil war, world war 1 and 2, Korea and by the end of the Vietnam conflict the better part of a centuries worth of the best and brightest had been snuffed out.

At the end of the rabbit hole for our students was institutional violence and murder… War.

Time after time it ended us up in the same place, playing the same political games, and earning the same cruel divide and conquer fates. We’d given our consent, in our so called ‘democracy’ which we were never taught in school was actually a ‘constitutional republic’. Under it’s own hidden hierarchies and occult connections.

What followed when it came to education was peacetime Fabian Socialism at it’s finest. For now, gone were the ideas of full-scale bloody overthrow and in came the ideas of slow, methodical change brought on by generations of incremental measures. Mankind isn’t easy to tame but it can be done with GIANT repeated lies and subtle slips and changes to social control.

When a text book repeats that a provable ‘false flag attack’ is in fact truth, and uses it as justification for institutional murder the student is instantly warped and becomes suggestible. Couple this alongside teachings about unprovable, unrepeatable ‘big bang evolution’ and suddenly that student is a member of your new age religion. Launch a bunch of phony bologna ‘space’ missions that the public was primed for and you’ve got nearly everyone eating out of your Nazi mind-controlled hand. From there you’ve basically captured us all, save for a good cold war between allied nations and a nice ‘broken window’ military conflict to grow the military industrial complex. All you have to do is every decade or so kill off a few thousand citizens who get ‘too big for their britches’ and the rest of us will follow suit.

We say separate church and state and while yes, mother church doesn’t openly have her slimy hand in our affairs, she absolutely has and does guide and interfere via our learning institutions. (For more on that check out connections between certain American universities and jesuit or catholic influence. You’ll find many of our leading health institutions are actually well infiltrated, if not created by your old friend the Pope. Not to mention the ‘Masonic’ Children’s Hospitals everywhere… the inversions going on are really quite staggering.)

We’ve lost an immense amount of wisdom and knowledge that comes from reading and understanding the ancient texts. It’s not like we can trust mother church to teach people much about the God of all creation. So why would we trust a school?!

People have lost hold on what is true because of the dog and pony show being wagged before them but perhaps ‘people’ aren’t meant to find, individuals are. The things of God, the seemingly hidden true nature of our existence provides such a wonderful testing ground for us human beings. It would seem that it gives our creator great joy that such a veil is placed over the truth, and that such odd measures must be taken for a person of flesh and blood to understand the true workings of his reality.

Proverbs 25:2

“It is the glory of God to conceal a thing:

but the honour of kings is to search out a matter.”

It’s so like Kappo and The Rev to dedicate this time to this sort of expose. Because, ultimately in the end we don’t hate educators, or impune the very real desire to teach young minds to learn and grow. We wish nothing more than children to have the time and accessibility to materials that cover every spectrum of thought. We don’t wish for any final conclusion to be drawn that de-legitimizes or denigrates the very real and powerful work of academics world wide, even though a closer look at some closely held theories casts doubts, at best. However we have to pay attention to what the allowable spectrum of thought is, and why we seem to be narrowing it, all the while saying our minds are opening (awakening).

We all want our children to be able to work and thrive and add value to our shared world. We want to give them the tools to free themselves from the ignorance and pain we came from. You wouldn’t give you child a hammer that smacked them in the head every time they drove their tenth nail, that would be a ludicrous tool to use. You wouldn’t hand your buddy a circular saw that had a wonky way of chopping off your fingers at random, that wouldn’t be very nice of you. You also wouldn’t teach your child a one-sided, narrow world-view that while giving them tools to play nice with, doomed them to repeat the past.

You can teach a man to fish, but then you’re supposed to let him go fish for himself. Not then coerce the man to fish for you and split the take. Guess that’s the difference between ancient proverbs and modern thinking.

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The Party’s Over

Episode 6, one of my faves. Because reasons, as one of my friends used to say. (I think we all know what those reasons are by now. *ahem*)

Now, the funny thing is, I was 16 when this episode first aired and I was sort of rolling my eyes at Janet’s existential crisis. Mainly because I’d been having an ongoing one since about age 4 when I’d sit in the floor and look at baby pictures of myself and cry because I wasn’t a baby anymore. Then I concluded I was asleep and the aging was all one long dream. It wasn’t very convincing, and said crisis got worse at...yeah, age 16 when all the tv shows and stuff had told me that was the turning point and the awkwardness of puberty was supposed to be over. Lies. So, yeah, didn’t really get the big deal about 30. Two years past it, I can look back and go...oh, I get it, now. Sort of.

On a less personal note, George says Ultronians don’t have ages, but his actual age in numbers is mentioned later.

This whole misunderstanding with Carol still nearly makes me pee myself laughing. Also, I used to have a hair clip with fake braids and such that looked a bit like her hairdo.

I really don’t understand this whole thing Janet is doing where she’s pretending she doesn’t want a big deal made about her birthday. She knows George is kind of an idiot when it comes to Earth customs and takes everything literally, yet she’s getting snippy when she thinks she’s getting nothing after repeatedly telling him she doesn’t want anything. From his side, it’s gotta look like the real problem is all the cards, etc, reminding her of something that seems to be upsetting her.

Alien reference...kind of sad considering John Hurt’s recent death. (Sidenote, I’ve got to get crushes on more men closer to my age so that my celeb crushes don’t keep dying.)

Oh! I just remembered that later George had that Ultron virus thing and said Alien was an amazingly accurate film. Further evidence for my “Tyler Is Ultronian” theory, perhaps? He knows about that particular virus, thinks he has it, but has forgotten that even if he did it wouldn’t hurt him. Unless he has a vague memory of losing his powers, and with no powers it would? These are the questions that keep me up at night.

There it is, Piers literally embodying that dating post wherein the guy brags about being a doctor and says that getting older will take him from a young Al Pacino to George Clooney. And see above, re: people I’m attracted to. He’s not wrong, per se, but it’s not universal. And his general attitude can be extremely offputting.

OMG, I just figured out what two words Janet probably whispered. I’m very slow on the uptake.

“If you’re thinking of grabbing me...” Yes, quite often. Despite that tie. But, sometimes, I also think of smacking you upside the head.

(Hilarious thing, the copy I’m watching on youtube has commercials, which are for some reason captioned despite my not turning them on. There is now a random caption stuck to Piers declaring “four snacks in one.” Also, for some reason I can click on it and drag it around the screen. It’s fun.)

I’d really like to be Mrs Raven sometimes. “I’m not coming if that is.” Many times I’ve voiced my complaints privately to mom about who’s invited to a thing I also have to attend, but never to the person’s face. No matter how much they deserved it. (And, no, I don’t mean for petty reasons. I mean general “you’re a douche” reasons.)

Second time where the joke has been made that Piers would be happiest dating a mirror. Sad commentary on him as a person, really.

Ella kills it in this scene in the shop with the understated snark and the reaction faces. And it seems we have another thing in common. People who’ve had my version of devil’s food cake have literally begged for another one. And made inappropriate offers to get it. Granted, I had no interest in said offer from that person, but it was still hilarious.

Wow, Avril managed to not make a bitchy remark about Janet.

So, at this point Mrs Raven’s mom is still out and about. Wonder when she wound up in what is presumably prison?

Not sure if Mrs Raven is saying Dr Crippen on purpose as a joke or if a flub. Happens in two different episodes.

Someone please get this man a dating consultant, this is just sad. Mind you, this is what you get for pestering someone clearly uninterested. And, but, also, just a tiny little note here. “Oh, thank God...I mean, cool. Cool” No, you’re not, sweetie, you’re really not. (Actually, by the end of the whole series, I’m firmly convinced that this is pretty much Piers when no one’s looking. Except with one of the few things he’s actually mentioned enjoying, instead. Golf or bridge, something like that.)

Zoey is “extremely tall. Used to be a model.” *starts practically vibrating in chair* Ooooh, best part coming up!

Janet, Janet, Janet. Your poor alien boyfriend has no concept of sarcasm or playing coy. Why do this?

George is me trying to get out of things with really bad excuses. Can’t defuse the bomb, I have scurvy. A+. She’ll totally buy that. But, dude, stop bragging about your sex life in front of people. Is awkward.

Carol the hooker is back, along with more hilarious misunderstandings. George is totally normal and vanilla. That’s why he just carried an unconscious woman in a nurse’s outfit out of the bathroom, after giving her a birthday surprise. Nothing weird here.

See, with better planning George could have packed Janet a change of clothes and pretended the trip to NY was her present, then after a couple hours of touristy things, back for the party. Boom. He is now best boyfriend. Instead, Janet is stuck living a variation of the pajama nightmare.

Man, when a roach is that big you might as well make a pet of it. I once watched a fairly large one clean it’s antennae. It was almost catlike the way it would tilt its head and run them between its front legs. I was charmed.

Avril...why? Awesome dress, and you’ve clearly got great boobs, but...the jacket? Those shoes. Why? Very few people can pull off sneakers and a nice dress. My sister is one of them. I am not, as I found out when I had to do it for a party due to foot issues. They were sparkly tenny’s and everything, and yet, I failed to look as good as the time sis wore plain, knee-high converse with a frilly dress to a school dance. Avril, we are the awkward people and we must accept it and not try to go alternative with our fashion.

Tyler following a clearly uncomfortable Mrs Raven around reminds me of this weird guy who latched on to me one day in high school after choir practice when I was reading and waiting to be picked up. He decided we should talk, so I humored him, and thereafter he would follow me around and put his arm around me. I said nothing and was even embarrassed when my friend yelled at him to leave me alone in the middle of a crowded hall. Weeks later, he caught me alone, patted me on the head and when I asked him not to, he responded by ruffling my hair and sitting next to me. Took dad forever to answer my pages and get there. Tyler is being that guy. Paints a very dark picture of what he might have done to have his memory erased.

...I think I had the same reaction to the Deadpool bobblehead sis got me for Christmas as Avril did to this party. I, too, am sad.

*flails uselessly* Here it is! Here is the best part!

Zoe...is not tall. Not even a little bit. She is tall like I am tall. We are, in fact, the same height and I am the shortest person in my immediate family. In my whole family, in fact. I have cousins in middle and elementary school who are clearly going to be taller than me. And given the height of the cretin who helped make them, I think my niece and nephew are also going to be taller.

What I’m getting at is that I am a shortarse. And so is Zoe.

And Piers, well, he’s tall but I’ve seen taller. But, he’s still tall. Unlike Zoe. You cannot stand her next to him and say she is extremely tall.

So, what’s the solution, following that adorable thinking face he makes?

Pick her up! It’s brilliant! They’ll never notice she’s dangling almost an entire foot off the floor! Well done, you.

And she wore flats, making the whole thing even worse.

Love Pump. My secondhand embarrassment knows no bounds. No one in the history of ever has called their boyfriend that with any level of seriousness. Why must you hurt me this way?

(I have no acting ability whatsoever, but I’m fairly certain I could pull off a role wherein most of the requirements were “cuddle Hugh Dennis.”)

And this whole thing with Zoe and misreading Pier’s apparently terrible handwriting is beautiful. “Go topless,” is probably exactly the sort of thing he’d ask a girl.

Also, “lonely” and “desperate,” sad but hilarious and definitely spot-on.

Much like Carol reacting to George, I’m really loving how these two play off each other.

You know, Mrs Raven is meant to be frumpy-person dressed up, here, but her make-up’s not half bad. Geraldine McNulty, like Moya Brady, is actually pretty good-looking.

(And, also, Moya Brady in general, with that nose and all, looks a bit like a female Julian Richings, which means that had Avril been less annoying I’d have probably crushed on her a little. Because that? Is a sonnet-worthy nose.)

All the fat jokes about Ella are really not cool, man. I looked up that size 14 evening gown she asks for in the Christmas episode, and that’s about a 12, US. At my smallest that was me, which put me decidedly not on the plus side of the store, but just barely out of the “regular” side because boobs. Which looks to also be a thing with Ella. Pudgy, I’d say, rather than fat. And definitely not to the extent one needs to say that she’d stick out from behind a chair that wide.

Ella’s face is mfw.

It’s just a tiny thing, but when George starts telling them all to jump out at different times, Zoe has this sort of glorious “wtf, this is so awkward” face while everyone else is just generally annoyed because they expected George to do something stupid.

“Oooh, Mr Sunday!” Calm down, Avril, it wasn’t that good.

George’s sister is 11′4. Maybe Piers should have called her, instead. (Yes, I know, not possible. It was a joke. Because she’s extremely tall.)

And she’s apparently just a shelf-stacker instead of a superhero. Ultron does have mundane jobs, after all.

Janet definitely would have gone full tourist instead of just sitting around eating surprisingly delicious diner food if she’d had a change of clothes.

Eew, Tyler, you don’t just put your hands on people’s thighs without asking unless you’ve been dating awhile.

I’m terrible at math, but I actually sat down and calculated the sandwich to guest ratio. The fairest divide leaves them with 8 each and four left over for Janet and George to split. I was really bored in the shower that day.

Zoe, you beautiful, clueless eejit. I love you. But, c’mon, be fair. If she’s really just 22, and he’s about 37 here, that’s not really old enough to be her dad unless her parents were teen parents.

Love Pimp! Pump! Oh, yeah, the correction totally saved that one. You’d have honestly been better off leaving it.

Arnie is still a total sleazebag, but his first meeting with Janet actually turned out to be really sweet.

George is really bad at surprises, tho.

And Mrs Raven is gonna wake up with Arnie, yet later they don’t seem to know each other. Just how drunk were they?

#my hero #george sunday #thermoman #ardal o hanlon #emily joyce #bbc's my hero #piers crispin #janet dawkins

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