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orenjibot · 7 months

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This is just me airing out a bit of my grievances right now so I’ll put it under a read more. It WILL be long but i will try to keep it short or make a tl;dr at the end of it. Idk honestly.

I WILL NOT delete this AT ALL because i swear I’m not bound by any legal NDA or anything and i’m not even trying to start shit with people. I’m just PISSED OFF and need to share it once and for all.

Edit: I added a tl;dr if you guys don’t want to read my thoughts.

So okay. I had a rant about trying hard to be in a community of any kind in a post I reblogged. I will spare the details of not having the right tools to COPE with my adhd since it made me socially awkward and basically come off as a weirdo and stuff. I have improved lots since but like you know lmaooo

You see. Here’s this thing about my thoughts of my time as a mod on the compass en (fan) discord. I was a mod for this community for years, only because we were severely UNDERSTAFFED for years to the point where I was essentially the ONLY person doing any mod work what so ever. This isn’t to blame other people or mods though. It’s a fan group anyways, people have obligations, people change interests, people hate what the group has become and ETC. I was never mad in these situations.

The issues I’ve had with being a mod was essentially just not knowing what to do and what was okay. Like there was one person who would constantly just act horny 25/7 and it seemed like??? Everyone was okay with that??? Like??? There were minors??? In the server????????? And also those jokes made me uncomfy like it’s a public server not a friend group.

I didn’t want to do too much where it comes off as being on a powertrip or SILENCING people based on a simple dislike/disagreement. The laid back moderation wasn’t a bad thing and not that many people were horrible people (and most of them were good people who stop when told). Essentially, it made it so that a lot of members in the server when confronted with directly would basically NEVER take any mod seriously. On multiple occasions, it pissed me off on a personal level.

But what can I even do? I’m only one person and the server owner was busy most of the time and can’t afford to put any time into dealing with the server anymore. It was truly a time where I was just off on my own and idk what to do.

Anyways, I’ll be skipping ahead of the timeline and to the one time we had to demote a mod entirely for improper mod behavior.

So this guy… I’ll call this guy Allen to avoid dropping names— so Allen here was allegedly DATING a minor. Yeah. So as the “head mod” I did grapple with whether or not I should bring it up with the rest of the other mods and even the server owner. I kept hearing more and more shit from him which was FURTHER backed up by the fact that I was actually griping about it for a long time until the guy finally got his fucking shit together one time after I left cause the bozo basically did nothing anyways.

It made me absolutely livid how this guy saw being a mod as some sort of status for clout. Like this guy flat out was making fun of being a mod for the server and basically just went “I dont have to do anything cause everyone’s asleep when I’m awake and awake when im asleep! So easyyyy lmaoooo”

There is NO actual proof about this, but this was backed up by the fact that he did absolutely nothing and continued to shove everything for me to do. So like, the dude was basically a lazy ass mofo.

I didn’t even know anything about the guy dating a minor until someone told me about it and sent us proof of it. A lot of us were of the mindset that “it didn’t rly matter to us what they did as long as it was sfw so we don’t have to take immediate action” but… we saw both of them chat in the cps server and for sure they were sending nsfw shit to each other based on what they’re saying about hcs (like it had waaay too much sexual energy in there to say they didnt talk about nsfw privately amongst themselves).

I really got bit pissed off at all of this so I took it up to everyone immediately. Like first of all, the server also has minors so it was really a huge red flag for us to keep the guy around as a mod.

This happened when Allen was trying to host his very own tournament (last year around this time), but failed cause he decided to put it off to oblivion and even rushed me to do everything. I volunteered to help but only to stream it and nothing else. When i brought it up to him that I can take over and do everything so he didn’t have to, he declined. Like this guy did nothing at all and expected ME to do it all for him when i made it clear from the get go that I wasn’t going to do that. The dude was clearly irresponsible. Even more so than me and he also has adhd like me. Like dude is just a bitch.

It made the poor guy PARANOID. Like he immediately stopped talking in the server after he was demoted and basically stopped working on the tournament all together. I didn’t want anything to do with him after all of this and the fact that he was unapologetic about dating a minor as long as there’s love. Like no. Bro. Wtf. (I heard this second hand so take that with a grain of salt)

Now here’s the kicker. Out of personal spite, and to not leave my work unused, I decided to host my own tournament after some time has passed. It was a challenge that I enjoyed, but I’m not cut out for stuff like this so I wasn’t going to do it anymore than one time.

But guess what? Allen joined the tournament with his team. And this was the team that gave me SHIT when we (me and my two helpers) had to give them a DQ for basically doing everything wrong. I wasn’t even surprised that something was going to come up with this group. It only sucked because they sure wrapped up a now former friend of mine into their whole schtick and basically started to hate me for something they clearly didn’t do right.

Not only did they think we were powertripping, they deadass thought we did it out of spite for them. Like no. We didn’t even do that. Like it’s a casual tournament but we had rules to abide by and it would be unfair to let them play when everyone else followed directions, read the rules, and was doing as told. That team did NONE of that and said that we, the staff, did it out of favoritism.

Like c’mon that was the SILLIEST reason I have ever heard. Imagine it being favoritism because EVERYONE ELSE FOLLOWED DIRECTIONS.

Granted, I can agree that my attitude wasn’t the best because I was tired and also FED UP with the fact that they didn’t even listen to what I was saying as the organizer. They flat out ignored all I was saying and decided on their own that I was okay with everything. Like no I’m not trying to make a callout post on them so I won’t post any proof of this, but ask anyone who was the staff with me during the tournament and they can give proof.

I will also say that my instructions wasn’t clear half of the time so I can understand that they might’ve been confused aside from not reading it. I will say that I didn’t make it extra clear at all about the timeframe. I had a lot going on the latter half of November and most of December so I know that that was on me. But they deliberately threw everything onto my shoulders and expect me to organize their team for them which is stupid to begin with.

The biggest reason why this did happen was because my former friend didn’t respond to a question I had asked ahead of time about their schedule. I had asked for them to tell me if their schedule in JST, so japan time. She only gave me a weekend schedule and nothing else so I assumed she answered in jst. And this point when I asked again to confirm if this time was okay, her two teammates responded in her stead by saying “yeah it seems like she’s free at this time”, which also meant that we all read her reply the same exact way.

She came out to tell me when I was asleep, that she couldn’t make it and didn’t even TRY to talk it out with my other staff and I only woke about a couple hours before their scheduled time cause I sleep funky hours. Like they expect me to get everything sorted out in 2 hours??? Like??? That’s not enough time??? And we couldnt find anything that worked with the staff and their opposing team, so they HAVE to play at their scheduled time.

Then they said they’ll find a sub, which technically isn’t allowed without prior discussion. They clearly didn’t read the substitution INSTRUCTIONS either. I still had every right to decline them of a sub since they didn’t ask for permission for one and assumed that it was okay.

But like whatever man, I didn’t care by the time we discussed this far. They then basically just…. Didn’t even tell us anything afterwards for an hour and 20 minutes. Like an hour before their match started and 10-15 mins after where they had a short waiting period before we hand them a DQ. We had strict attendance rules and it was their responsibility to let us know they found a sub before their match started… And not AFTER we handed them a DQ.

They tried to argue with us that we have to let them play and that they couldn’t “understand” why they can’t. Like it wasn’t that hard to understand that we couldn’t do that because it was unfair to everyone else who was following the rules. I couldn’t reschedule it to a different time due to everyone’s busy schedules and it would require having to do everything over again. Like granted, it was my first time doing this and I was very stubborn on not asking for too much help because I didn’t want to rely too much on people. It just came at a bad time when everyone was busy too. So I admit to just being an inexperienced first time tournament organizer and knowing that a part of this is also my fault, but not entirely.

Like, again, this really wasn’t done out of personal malice or anything of the sort. But this team also went out of their way to cause problems for everyone involved and basically quit last minute when it was time for their other match (after they got DQ’d for their match in the semis), which pissed the other team off. They led everyone to believe that the staff did something wrong, when really it was their incompetence and miscommunication that led to everything happening. I offered my side of the reasoning for what we did to my former friend who was the only one who tried to at least talk to me, but instead kind of gave me an attitude like I owed her something.

I actually thought she was blaming herself for what happened and I said stuff that said I was sorry and she didn’t deserve that, only to find out that… they thought it was…….. favoritism?? And I was just… “????? Huh????” So like… I don’t know what I can even say when they believed something so comedically foolish. They’ve been watching way too many dramas man like if I wanted to be spiteful, I wouldn’t do something that heinous. I also make it clear when I dislike people so if anything, I would’ve just trashed their application from the get go to be petty. I don’t have the energy to plan it out like that or even be that petty as to not let them play. If that was a concern to begin with, they could’ve just not joined at all. I did so much to work with their schedules and yet they conveniently threw it out the window in favor of a fictional revenge plot they made up. Disrespectful.

I still never gotten an apology or even an admittance that they misunderstood what was going on. I can only apologize for things I have done, which was just sounding crabby and being unclear about stuff. But favoritism was not something I or anyone did. This still hurts me right now. Even if they don’t want to apologize to me, apologize to everyone else.

The only saving grace was that when all of this was happening, all the participants didn’t ask or question us directly too much on what was going on. It, at least, showed to us that they were confused and/or also knew that we (the staff) wouldn’t do something this egregious. Still, it hurt that everyone didn’t even try to defend me and was perhaps skeptical, like maybe I am this irresponsible (I’m not).

However, there is more to my grievances about this.

Aside from feeling like no one respected me at all, even when I’m the one with the MOST POWER in the conersation, someone told me how everyone (in their server) wanted them to host the tournament. Like, it was very hurtful to hear that everyone else wanted this person to do the job. That everyone wanted them to do everything. It really pissed me off. Being a mod IS a damn thankless job, but I have never felt so hurt and betrayed. I was doing so much for everyone and was trying to make things more fun for people, but nah. They really wanted this cool person that everyone loved and babied, and not some boring old guy like me. Well, I’m sorry I made everyone’s times there boring and bland as fuck. I hope you guys are having more fun now that I’m not there ruining it for you all.

No one even tried to actually defend me when all of this WAS happening. Like? They really left me for dead. Not a single person wanted to believe me or support me until I said all that I could share about it in DMs. Then they all realized that the Allen’s team were being petty about it.

I’m ridiculously tired because this wasn’t EVEN drama to begin with. It was just Allen’s team being vengeful (mostly just Allen and his bestie who was in the team). I was just being dragged down simply because they couldn’t take an L.

Had Allen’s team came up with a better rebuttal, I would’ve let them play. Had they said they got a sub before we gave them a DQ, I would’ve let them play. They did not even try to have a discussion with us and tried to be petty because they thought we were being petty. Like please we don’t got time for your kiddy fights, man. I hope you’re all happy that I suffered for whatever the fuck y’all did.

It was just so damn weird how they correlated this as a “power trip” when…….. it really wasn’t that and everyone could probably read the chat log and will still say that it seemed like miscommunication. Like literally no one got in trouble for anything because it was just… wasn’t even the problem they made it out to be. This was something they could’ve tried to talk it out reasonably with us but they chose NOT to. That is ON THEM entirely.

Given how I was also repeatedly just being disregarded even AS a mod, I was completely fed up with it all. When there were issues, no one brought it up to the mods directly??? And told the server owner instead??? LIKE??? He never even told me that’s how everyone actually felt, i only knew because when I used to be in Ann’s server, they all told me what they felt about the changing times of the server (which can’t be helped in most cases) AND the fact that I can tell that’s how people felt based on the vibes.

Was I really THAT untrustworthy as a person and a mod?? Was I really that incompetent to everyone???

I always felt like I was some half rate guy that no one liked. I tried because I knew that without someone there to manage it, it would’ve been so much worse. But it seemed like to me that everyone thought I was useless and a waste of space. They rather have that popular someone everyone loved to do my job for them. It would be so much better and much more fun, right? I agree.

I didn’t become a mod because I wanted clout. I wanted to help. I did it out of the pure love and appreciation of finding this community at one of the worst times of my life. And I still do want to help, but after all of this? Good luck on that. You all have to beg for me to come back to help. None of you guys deserve me at all.

Anyways, yeah, this is the extent to my side of the story WITH my personal thoughts and opinions on it. I don’t have the energy to make a tl;dr right now after saying all of this. So i’ll make an edit for it later.

This is why I personally left the server and cut off most of the people who I met there if they didn’t try to contact me again or get back in touch with me… And assuming I didn’t contact them first.

There’s just too much bad feelings in it for me to want to stay around. The thing with Ann and some couple others before her and this whole thing, all were as a result of being in this community, made me realize that they don’t want me around anymore. I figured it was time to me to step down or take more of a backseat, but now? Early retirement. Fuck this shit man.

Tl;dr: This is a rant of one of my MANY grievances about being a mod in the compass server. I am not blaming anyone for any of this as I understand that this was just the result of the circumstances that happened with everyone at the time.

The key points being:

Understaffed mod team and a busy server owner, which led me to struggle with modding as I wasn’t sure what was okay and what wasn’t, and overall a lot of work on me being the only person modding a whole server of people. I didn’t mention it before but it stressed me out constantly for years.

Having to demote a mod for misconduct. His list of crimes goes from bad work ethics, bad display of behavior on multiple occasions as a mod, irresponsible with organization (tried to host his own tournament but failed and had me doing most of the heavy lifting before it was ultimately “canceled”), and the worst of all: dating a minor (5 years younger than he was). This point later comes back as this former mod (whom I called Allen for the sake of using a name, it isn’t his name/online handle) joined my tournament with his team.

The team being the one that caused me a lot of trouble because they firmly believed that we were abusing our power and said we deliberately sabotaged them on purpose. None of which was true and I’m sure a lot of people have noticed this, but I refrained from dropping too much details as I’m not here to start shit or make it a callout post. Talk to the two helpers and they can probably explain it better. I listed various reasons for this happening and debunking some potential misunderstandings. The issue was largely miscommunication and I am aware of the issues it caused.

Most of this from that point onward was just my personal thoughts about feeling unappreciated, even under-appreciated, for all the stuff I have done. This extends from members not respecting what I had to say to feeling as if people didn’t want to listen to me or want me around because they thought I was useless, irresponsible, incompetent, and boring. “Clearly”, they don’t want someone like me as a mod so I left as a result of that. There is a lot more it but this is but a summary, so read it all if you want more details.

Overall, I’ve been disrespected and disregarded heavily before, but it felt somewhat clear to me that the community had a bias and very much wanted me to leave despite all that I was doing to make the server a better place to be in. I left after determining that they do not deserve me and if they want me back, they are all going to have to BEG for me to come back.

#teru’s complaining again #vent #rant

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undermattsun-archive · 4 years

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ushijima x fem!reader x kita | w.c 1.2k

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a/n: omg ok so here’s my fic for the super cool + epic collab for my server ;)) i’m rlly nervous cus i’ve never written a. fic like this so pls don’t be mean!!!! but like pls leave a comment below <333 also don’t forget to follow me (or i’ll BITE U jk xD) omg omg ok and don’t forget to check out the other fics for this super epic hot collab <33333 right here kidnapped by hq !!!!!!

warnings: inane rambling, i literally did not proofread this i would take breaks and start again without checking what i wrote last so it’s defs not coherent

I was just ur every day kind of girl. Nothing special to anyone...not ev en myself. All i knew was wake up, brush my hair (and teeth obvi!!) and go out and go to university and to my part time job as a waitress ina diner where not a lot of people would go to. Anway today was one of those boring days, i woke up with my alarm blaring at 6:00 am because i have a class at 8:00 am… it’s my least favorite one too. But yeah so i got up super early and made myself apple cinnamon brown sugar oatmeal and black coffee bc i’m also kinda broke bc i ran away from home bc my parents were those snobby rich people and i didn’t wanty end up like that ya know? i put on a really simple outfit bc i was feeling lazy since i woke up late!

(we need to bring back sillly bandz! they r so much fun!!)

So i was walking to my early 8 oclock class all the way on the otherside of campus when suddenly ther e was a frisbee flying right at my face! I tried to dodge it but it still hit me right in the nose and i screamed so loud i didnt hear anything else but me screaming in really loud pain.

“Are u ok??” i grab my nose in pain but it doesnt rlly feel broken or bleeding so i open my eyes that i didnt evern realized that i had close to see rlly gold eyes staring down at me. I scrunch up my eyebrows bc im confused bc he’s wearing overalls and a straw hat? Did i hit my head or something and am now seeing things?

“I’m ok do i know u?” i ask.. despite him looking weird in his farmer outfit he looked familiar so i had to ask.

“Sometimes i go to the diner u work at after im done at the farm bc there are good mochi waffles (a/n omg wait do they serve mochi waffles at dinners? I’ve only had it from bakery xD)” he says with a really cool tone. I nod my head bc it makes sense. Before i can say thank you to him for asking how i am doing he grab my hand “please marry meand my cofarmer”

“W-w-w-what??????” i yell my heart is pounding bc even though he is really super pretty i don’t eevn remember him ever being at the diner and like i remember a lot of my customers faces bc a lot of them come back a lot.

“Marry us we will make u super happy pls it was love at first sight.” he says confidendtly (sp?) as he holds my hand tighter and tighter.

“I-i-i-i-i-i don’t even know ur name???” i whisper softly under my breath, “HOW can i marry u???”

“Shinsuke…..” a deep voice goes off behind me and i pull my hand out of his hand to look behind me, a big big BIG man stands there also wearing overalls and a straw hat and also a single wheat hanging from his kissable lips.

“Wakatoshi i have found the perfect housewife for us,, i have asked her to marry us.”

“But i’m just a normal girl from a normal world, how can i possible be apart of the world the two of you have made in the farm world?” the offer was amazing, the life of a housewife for these two perfect men that i’ve met by chance.

“She doesn’t havea choice the wedding is tonight ur marrying us.” the man who was called wakatoshi says with a very serious voice and facial expression. before i can ask hes suddenly pulling me to my feet and dragging me away.

“i have class!!” i say in protest as he continues to pull me towards a green tractor.

“you don’t need education…do you know how to sweep and cook eggs? and maybe make butter?” shinsuke asks following behind as wakatoshi pulls me onto the tractor.

“of course i can make eggs! but why butter?”

“we live on a farm darlin’ ya gotta know how to make butter.” shinsuke says and i nod my head. it makes sense.

“i can’t just leave my life behind tho i’ve gotten this far all by myself” i sigh even tho i’m comfortably sitting in wakatoshis lap i can’t let myself fall victim to their charms!!! i’m independent !!!

“give it up already your ours now…..” wakatoshi says seriously. i pout. he can’t just talk to me like that. i’m not a kid! i go to unverisity and have a job!!!

“it’s too late ur already wearing the engagement ring” i look down at my hand and gasp to see a beautiful ring on my finger.

“this cant be real?” i shake my head my head.

“we already have your dress and the venue ready.”

“what?” the big grrrn tractor pulls up to a really pretty outdoor wedding venue. my jaw drops to see my entire family, even my parents waiting.

“go in there” wakatoshi points at a tent and i nod. i walk over and am immediately being changed by two guys who look the same?

“don’t worry we r gay.”

“and twins.”

“but not gay for each other bc that’d be illegal or something and the author would get Cancelled™” it makes sense. i turn and look in the mirror and i gasp. i look beautiful. i may be an average girl but in this moment my velvet chestnut locks are curled to perfect perfection and the makeup isn’t too much or too little. these gay twins sure worked their magic!

i step out of the tent and look down the aisle to see my two farmer husbands looking handsome as ever (here’s what we look like teehee xD i know we look super cute!!)

“y/n, im sorry me and ur moms bitchy richness made u run away but please let me walk u down the aisle on ur wedding day.”

“hello my name is agayshi and i am also gay, and here to officiate your wedding.”

“wait ur gay too?”

“yeah i’m married to that guy over there in the wacky inflatable cars salesman suit but we’re both respectively fucjing one of those gay twins. any way. do you y/n y/m/n y/l/n take shinsuke canonical rice farmer and ushijima farmer au to be your lawfully wedded husbands?”

“i-“ i look between the two men. my dream wedding. my dream men. i look around at all my friends and family. i nod.

“yeah i do.”

“congrats you may kiss the bride” at the same time wakatoshi and shinsuke grab my head and manage to mash all 3 of our mouths together.

i’m just so happy.

….or so i thought.

i woke up, it all turned out to be a dream </3

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(a/n: hey everyone sorry for the sad ending but like...r there rlly happy endings in real life?? soz i just think we need to get more realistic w our fanfics </3)

like. comment. subscribe for more awesomesauce fics like this ;) !!!

#i hate it here #i rlly do #i created this environment but god #i am in PAIN #miki mouse whorehouse #kidnapped by hq #tw wattpad

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hermannsthumb · 4 years

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Hermann preparing for date night with Newt by selecting where to eat solely by what he has a coupon for. Or, ya know, frugal connoisseur Hermann. <3 ksci

inspired by a convo re: the fact that ksci @k-sci-janitor likes to make fun of me for never letting a coupon go to waste even if it means walking like 2 miles in the cold to use it :/ like im gonna NOT get a free Baja blast. (there is one small little allusion to some M rated stuff towards the end in this)

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It’s not a rare occurrence that Hermann will treat Newt to dinner when the mood of dining out strikes them, but the point is that he’s doing it in a way that’s supremely…shifty tonight. Well, maybe not shifty. Weird? For one thing, he didn’t tell Newt where they were going until they were already on the bus headed there, for another, it’s their sharing-a-lab-anniversary, which tradition dictates they evenly split a bill (even if the origins have more to do with both trying to show up the other and take advantage and order the most expensive shit on the menu). The weirdest thing is definitely that, when Hermann got up to pay the bill five minutes ago—a small, folded piece of paper clutched in his hand—he left his wallet laying next to his wine glass on the table.

Newt stirs his straw around in his cup of soda, clinking ice cubes against the sides, and squints at the wallet. Did Hermann bring cash to pay with? He could’ve stuck some in his pockets without Newt seeing, or his bank card, even, which would explain the forlorn wallet. Or maybe forgetting the wallet was totally an accident, and he’ll be back in a few seconds to pick it up and pay for real when he realizes. That’s probably it.

When Hermann comes back to their table, though, he doesn’t bother with his wallet—he takes his seat, picks up his wine glass, and tips it at Newt. “That was quite lovely, wasn’t it?”

Newt hums. “It was.”

“I quite liked the fish I got,” Hermann says.

“I loved my noodles,” Newt says. “We should try to copy the recipe back at the base.” He sets his straw delicately on the table. “How’d you pay without your wallet?”

“My wallet?” Hermann says. He makes a show of catching sight of the wallet, arches his eyebrows in mock surprise, and picks it up. Here we go. “Oh, goodness. Did I forget this? Well—it’s not as if I needed it…” He tucks it neatly into his inner jacket pocket.

“Hermann,” Newt says, rolling his eyes. “What’d you do, get a hundred-percent discount by reminding them we saved the world a few months ago?” Hermann shakes his head, and takes a long sip of his wine. “Did you write a check? Did you pretend we got food poisoning or something?” Hermann shakes his head again, and this time, his mouth begins to creep up into a smug smile. Newt remembers the piece of paper. “Dude. You got us a fucking Groupon. No wonder you were being so weird about what I was ordering!”

(“I think we ought to stick with the entrees labelled B, Newton,” Hermann had said, flipping a page forward in Newt’s menu. “They look—er—far better.”

“More expensive,” Newt had said.

“What’s it matter? I’m paying.” Hermann had pointed at the noodle dish Newt had ended up getting. “Look, I reckon you’d like that.”)

Hermann finally grins triumphantly. “I did—and saved us quite a decent from our ‘date night’ fund. Pity it didn’t extend to dessert, I suppose, but we could always find some ice cream at the commissary later.”

Newt can’t even pretend to be exasperated. The noodles rocked. And they would’ve rocked even more if he knew that Hermann was saving them a few bucks. “You’re such a weirdo,” Newt says, shaking his head, though he’s mirroring Hermann’s grin. “Is that why you picked this place?”

“Not entirely,” Hermann says. He takes a long, slow sip of his wine. “Mostly I picked it to make a point.”

“About?”

“About my being right.”

Newt sighs. Only Hermann would dredge up old arguments on Lab Anniversary Night. It wasn’t even an argument, really—all that happened was that Hermann asked Newt to hand him his glasses cleaning cloth from his parka, and it took Newt almost ten minutes because Hermann’s pockets were so jam-packed with a million little coupons for everything from granola bars (which they can get from the mess hall for free) to mouthwash (which Newt can snag from the commissary, also for free, whenever they need it) that he couldn’t find anything but. A majority of them were expired. Then Newt remarked on how Hermann was nuts, and Hermann remarked on how Newt didn’t understand the value of making smart financial decisions, and they went back and forth for a bit like that. This was a whole week ago, too. In terms of Newt and Hermann arguments, that’s more than ancient history. “Are we really talking about the fucking coupons now?” Newt says.

“Frugality pays off,” Hermann says, cryptically. “Now we really ought to head out. The forecast is calling for rain, and I don’t fancy getting caught in it.”

They get caught in the rain anyway. Newt invites himself over to Hermann’s bunk to dry off, because Hermann bought a space heater back when they were stationed in Russia, and it travelled with him here to aid through the long nights of overpowering A/C. Right now, it’s aiding Newt through stripping out of his wet clothes. When he’s down to just his boxers, he snags the quilt from Hermann’s bed, and waits for him to finish up in his little en suite bathroom to hopefully catch a hot shower. One of the unexpected side effects of the world not ending and most nonessential personnel leaving the ‘dome in doves is that they almost never run out of hot water anymore. Newt can take a shower at midnight and not freeze his ass off. It’s awesome, really.

Hermann emerges from the bathroom in a dorky little pair of pajamas, a dressing gown knotted at his waist. “Oh, Newton,” he sighs, and prods at Newt’s blanket cocoon with his cane, “not my grandmother’s quilt.”

“I’m dry!” Newt says. “Mostly!”

He gives up the quilt to Hermann and ducks into the bathroom to brush his teeth. He stuck a spare toothbrush in the medicine cabinet at some point, for when he was too sleepy and lazy after makeout sessions to go back to his bunk, and sure enough he finds it alongside a suspiciously generic-looking tube of toothpaste. It doesn’t even have a label. He doesn’t think much of it until he starts to use it, which is when he immediately gags and begins to rinse his mouth out with hot water. “What the hell is this toothpaste?” he chokes out. “It tastes—awful.”

“Ah,” Hermann says. He ducks his head into the bathroom, looking a bit sheepish. “Well. I found a coupon for that brand, and I know it’s not very, er, pleasant, but—I saved forty percent, Newton.” Newt continues to rinse his mouth out, this time adding some mouthwash into the mix. “Oh, really, now you’re just being dramatic. It’s only toothpaste.”

“Dude,” Newt says. “I feel like I just rubbed, like, acid cement all over my gums.”

“Ah,” Hermann repeats, guiltily.

A bit later, Newt goes in to kiss Hermann goodnight as they settle into Hermann’s bed together, but pulls back with a sad little pout when Hermann merely flinches away from him. “Oh, Newton, I’m sorry,” Hermann says, quickly wrapping his arms around Newt and kissing his neck. It softens the blow somewhat. “It’s that bloody toothpaste. You still smell like it. You’re right, it’s rubbish.”

“Tell you what,” Newt says, grumpily. “I’ll buy you a brand new tube tomorrow. My treat.”

Newt mostly forgets about the coupon thing for a bit. The odd little item crops up in the lab that makes him roll his eyes fondly at Hermann, but nothing as major as the Groupon or toothpaste. Hermann’s preferred tea brand swapped out for something Newt’s never heard of in a flavor that Hermann clearly detests, if his face when he drinks it is anything to go by, for example, the chocolate digestives Hermann keeps in his desk replaced with plain ones, his new box of chalk all in a salmony shade of pink and weak enough to snap apart under his fingers if he presses down too hard on his chalkboard. When Newt asks about the changes, the answer’s always the same: Hermann had a coupon for them, or they were less expensive than his usual. Newt just wishes he could understand where this sudden bought of thriftiness came from. It’s not like it was back during the war, where they had to pinch pennies and save in every area they could if they wanted to supplement their nonexistent funding. They’re actually getting paychecks now, on behalf of the UN’s guilty conscience! They have free room and board! They even put a few neat bucks away from some (heavily-redacted) interviews they did back in late January.

What Newt’s getting at is Hermann doesn’t have to limit them ordering out sushi to only places with free delivery on date nights, or skimp on his pizza toppings (four-topping down to two) so they can use a better coupon, or buy any of those subpar teabags or digestives or toothpaste tubes. But he just…is.

The tipping point occurs on a Saturday night about a month after the Groupon incident.

“Nn. Hermann. Do that again.”

“Do—?"

“Yeah.” Newt groans, turning his head to the side. “Oh, shit.”

“Newton—” Hermann kisses his throat. “Newton, you’re—”

“Wait.” Newt pauses. “What is that?”

“Oh, er.” Hermann pulls his hand away. “You mean the—the—?”

“Yeah. It feels…weird.” He frowns. “That is not what we used last time.”

“Oh. No. It isn’t.” Hermann clears his throat. “Well, Newton—see—we were out, so I thought I’d—I’d buy a larger bottle, to last us longer, and I happened to find a coupon for this lovely—er—gallon-sized—”

“You’re kidding,” Newt says.

“Only I thought it was a very frugal purchase,” Hermann says. “We do tend to, er, burn through it rather quickly.”

Newt rolls away from him. “Dude. We need to have a talk.”

Some brief amount of time later, they sit together on the end of Hermann’s bed, clad in their pajama bottoms and, in Hermann’s case, one of Newt’s sweatshirts. Newt waits until Hermann meets his eyes blushingly before he proceeds. “What is up with you lately?” he says. “You’ve been acting so—weird. Weirder than usual,” he amends. “Since when have you cared about saving a couple bucks on random shit like pizza?”

Hermann fidgets, and sighs, and finally reaches to pull open the drawer of his nightstand. He retrieves a piece of paper folded into quadrants, and for a wild moment Newt thinks it might be another Groupon. “Oh, I wanted it to be a surprise,” Hermann says. “I was going to wait until it was all finalized—but it’s close enough now, so I suppose there’s no harm in it.” He thrusts the paper out at Newt, and Newt—still wondering if it’s not another Groupon—unfolds it with surprise to find what looks like a flight itinerary. Two tickets for Hong Kong to Boston, with a short layover; then two more tickets a week after they land for a short trip from Boston to some town in Maine Newt recognizes as being seaside. They’re made out to Hermann Gottlieb and Newton Geiszler and purchased a little over a week ago.

“You kept telling me you wanted me to meet your father,” Hermann says, and rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “And—I thought it might be nice, to have an—er—vacation, for a few days. We’ve certainly earned one. And it’s not as if we have any truly pressing obligations at the moment that can’t be put on hold for a week or two. I was planning on booking us a little cottage up in Maine—or maybe just a hotel room, I hadn’t decided—but we don’t have to if you don’t—”

“And you’ve been saving up for it?” Newt interrupts.

“For a few months now,” Hermann says. “Since February, in fact.”

“And that’s why…?”

The tips of Hermann’s ears turn red. “Every penny helped,” he says.

Newt carefully re-folds the itinerary, sets it aside, and then kisses Hermann soundly. It would be safe to say that Hermann’s thoughtful, romantic moods tend to be on the spontaneous side, probably as spontaneous as they are in Newt, so when one strikes Hermann (and in such a perfectly Hermann way as this one) Newt doesn’t like to take it for granted. “Of course I wanna go on vacation with you,” Newt says. “You rock. Seriously.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” Hermann says, looking pleased.

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witching-hourglass · 4 years

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whole-lotta-hoes · 4 years

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Whole Lotta Hoes| Crack Fanfic Mini Series

Episode One: Zeppelin Is No More

Episode Two: Looking For A Job

Episode Three:

Episode Four:

Episode Five:

Warning:

This will cause you to lose a couple of brain cells and question your sanity. It will include a shit ton of weird shit and things that don't make sense at all. Do not read if you are not ready for any of this, read at your own risk.

Cast:

John Paul Jones (Main character)

Robert Plant

Jimmy Page

John Bonham

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Led Zeppelin is a band apparently. It's just a bunch of horny mother fuckers put together to make songs about sex. John Paul Jones was laying in bed with Robert Plant which he has no idea how that happened. He hoped nothing weird went down between them cause Jimmy Page would be so mad. oh jesus oh god you do not want to make that mother fucker mad. He'll literally turn you into a cheeseball and eat you. John got out of bed only to see that John Bonham was standing in the corner eating swedish fish gummies. He was not going to question it.

"Want some?" Bonzo asked him and he held one in his hand.

"I don't know you what the fuck!?" Jonesy yelled. He went to the baffroom and spotted jimmy trying to swim inside of the toilet. He believed he could do it if he tried hard enough.

"the oil supply demand is sky rocketing these days!" jimmy yelled as he got out of the toilet.

"Bitch do not touch me with your boo boo water," He warned him as he grabbed a toothbrush to use as a weapon. He learned how to make a knife with it in jail.

"Penis guitar playing is totes fun jonesy, you should try it," jimmie added. Oh mother fucker he is a heterosexual lad. Or that is what he said the other day when he ate some of robert's caramel popcorn. man he wondered how he even ended up in that stupid band. who's led and why does he have a zeppelin? you know some guy named their kid zeppelin but he claims that he didn't name him after the band. wait what were we talking about?

The band all decided to head to mcdonalds to eat happy meals. jimmy tickles.

"Guys! oh my god you will not believe it but britney is such a slut! ugh! can't believe she left me for a fish lookin' mother fucker-"

"No one gives a rats ass about your weird horny ass!" jimmy cut him off by yelling at robert. God damn that shithead has a huge ego but a small dick. Jonesy never understood why people liked him so much. He once stole his favorite pair of jojo siwa socks and claimed he never knew he owned any.

"You motherfuckers we're supposed to be going on tour!" Bonzo yelled as he swooped the food off the table.

"suck my asshole bonzo!" jim yelled.

"calm down pagey, he's just a meanie," robert added as he patted his head.

"y'all need to start realizing that no one likes you both!" jonesy snapped.

"shut up you're literally ugly and small and the bassist of led zeppelin and you look like heman with that stupid haircut of yours" Bonzo said as he ate jonesys burgers. damn that hurt.

"You know," jonesy began, "i don't need this job"

"what job?" robeet askes.

"shhhhh let the weirdo speak," jimmy said as he stuck his finger into his mouth.

"without me you will all suck asshole and no one will actually like led zeppelin," he explained.

the three slowly looked at each other and began to laugh their asses off at him.

"You act like you matter so much," robert added.

"shut up cheese cream! you're literally big and ugly and you look like you are 50 years old!" bonzo said as he drank his milk. that was funny. Jonesy felt his blood boil and grabbed his happy meal and stormed out.

It was the day of their shit concert. led zeppelin were backstage preparing to cause a dismother and set things on fire. preferably roberts underwear that pretty much doesn't exist in this case. the band stepped on stage and the crowd went wild.

"hello bananas-" That motherfucker fell forward into the drum set. oopsies. jimmy ran to him to make sure his hoe isn't dead or alive. fucking bon jovi.

"oh shit! robert plant is down!" he yelled. jonesy was absolutely done with them. they are nothing but a bunch of dumb fucks who ruin everything. He took out his laser penis and shot jimmy and robert to death.

"oh Motherfucker has a fucking laser pp! hija de su pinche madre!" jimmy yelled as he split in half. robert died again. bonzo just sat there blown away by the fact that that john paul jones just killed the front man and the guitarist of Led Zeppelin in front of millions of people. he was impressed.

"holy shit man you really-"

nope sorry but jonesy shot him too so he died. damn he could've let him live. meanie. oh wait im writing this so i could've.... ah man im too lazy to go back and fix it. too bad we're going with this plot now. Jonesy stepped off the stage and headed to the back.

"god dammit i hate everyone in this bloody world," he said to himself. he decided to hit the pub that was nearby to enjoy himself.

As he was sitting at the counter drinking something that is an alcoholic beverage. he began to spark ideas of what he could possibly do since led zeppelin died. He thought about starting a whole new band but he remembered that what caused him to kill led zeppelin. that was out of the shopping list for walmart. next was to steal money from the bank so he remains rich but he then realized that he is a famous musician and will get recognized quickly. fuck. he then thought of changing his hair to look less like heman cause that insult hurt.

"aha!" he shouted. He finally thought of something that could get him a shit ton of money. He drank the remaining drink from his cup and ran out of the pub.

he put on a thicc line of eyeliner, red lipstick, a black wig, fish nets leggings, high heeled boots, and earrings. oh man this is going to be hella great. His wife walked in to see what the fuck this small ass mothertrucker was up to this time. oh man i shat my pants.

"sweetie what the fuck are you doing!?" she yelled. Jonesy turned to look at her.

"led zeppelin is no more," he responded. She was so confused and wondered how the fuck she even ended up marrying heman. she had no idea what led zeppelin is no more meant and was hella concerned for his health.

"be back in a few days," he added as he broke his ankle trying to exit the house and rolled down the hill. oops it's not up the hill anymore. guess you could really say he went down hill. i hate myself so much. he walked down the sidewalk and ended up in someone's house. Motherfucker it's jimmy page's house. he stole his nice trousers or whatever those were. my teacher walked by as i wrote that btw. turns out they don't fit him cause jimmy is also a big hoe and jonesy isn't. shit. jimmy is embarrassing asf. that was pointless of him stealing so he stole his underwear. wait he wears those? imma look it up hold on. i didn't find anything about that so im just going to assume that he doesnt.

there was a picture of jimmy when he was with the yardbirbs and golly that is one ugly Motherfucker! he stole and stuffed it into his underwear. he got out of the house full of useless shit that he did not need at all. Then he forgot what he was doing. Jonesy continued walking down the street only to break his other ankle and rolled down the steep pathway. damn he's one dumb hoe bitch.

His laser penis was out of control. he just wanted to have a little me time but instead shot a whole through the wall of the motel be was staying in. god dammit. he removed his pp and switched it out with a normal pp. that's odd. his plan of overthrowing led zeppelin stressed him out. what else do you do when you're stressed? well can't say cause i ain't gotta peener. he got so bored. his days of not being in led zeppelin have been lame and was the worst idea he could even come up with. he didn't know what to do know. he can't just eat your grandma over and over again. he looked at himself through the mirror and oh my god I'm a sexy Motherfucker oh yeah bitch im THE BITCH. he needed to find something that'll keep him entertained for while.

babysitting was a bad idea. he got bitten by a bunch of goblins and gave him rabies. god i hate kids.

"hello motherfucker," jimmy said.

"OH SWEET MOTHER OF GOD DAD SHOES PENIS PLANT! I THOUGHT I KILLED YOU THE OTHER DAY!" Jonesy yelled as he jumped over the couch.

"Nah bitch that was just my twin brother Jamie Patricia Page," He added. "Bitch why are you dressed like a stripper?"

Oh yeah he forgot that was what he was going to do once he killed led zeppelin. he still can but now there's a little bitch with him named james patrick page.

"we should kill robert plant," jimny suggested.

"Bitch i already killed him, you're a little too late you duck whore," he responded.

turns out he didn't actually kill led zeppelin but instead killed their twin brothers.

"You want to overthrow led zeppelin into the trashcan?" Jonesy asked. "Thought that's what you and bert wanted to do...."

"Nah man.... percy is a very stupid penguin and is meanie.... he stole my jojo siwa socks," jimmy explained.

ah damn turns out robert plant is the villain of the story and should be died. he is too powerful. his hair will slice the fuck out of anyone.

"You got a plan?" Jonesy asked.

"i say we steal his pants and burn them and use them as an alternative to oil," he explained. damn science class. then this guy named bonzo showed up and began to beat them with his drum sticks.

"BONZO CALM THE FUCK DOWN! AHHHHHHHHH!!!" james yelled.

"sorry but robert said to beat you both with them!" bonzo yelled back.

jonesy dug through his pants and took out a bunch of swedish fish gummies.

"hey look! fish gummies! come and get it boy!"

"bitch what the fuck I am not some stupid dog for you to be doing that time of shit you small Motherfucker heman lookin hoe short shit," bonzo said.

"GIMME GIMME OH SHIT!" he attacked Jonesy.

jimmy page the god of led zeppelin stood there watching while cheering them on fight fight fight! it got in here so he removed his trousers and threw them at bonzo which ended up knocking him out.

"oh shit! your pants are powerful! we can use it to kill percy!" Jonesy shouted.

"NO! JIMBERT MUST GO CANON!" Jimmy yelled and jumped out the window. all you heard was splash. that motherfucker jumped into the pool and is now wet. that's a disturbing image. Jonesy rolled his eyes and went back to doing whatever the fuck he was doing. it all of a sudden got really bright outside. oh the sun came out cause it was cloudy. but wait! Jonesy looked out the window and spotted robert plant heading towards him.

"IM THE GOLDEN GOD-" that motherfucker fell inside of the pool and sizzled. cual pinche golden god ese no mas anda haciendo puros desmadres y estupideces de mario.

that was the end of led zeppelin.

#led zeppelin #robert plant #jimmy page #john paul jones #john bonham #cursed post #cursed content #crack fanfic #fanfic #led zeppelin fanfic

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detroitbydark · 5 years

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Moonbeams and Ridinghoods Chapter 8

Pairing: Werewolf! Haz/Reader

Word Count: 3300+

Summary: Things they are a changing. Y/N regrets her decision to drink. Harrison and Emily have it out. Our two lovebirds question where they're at and where things are going.

Warnings: None

A/N: To my few, yet mighty, readers for this piece: Thank You! Without your support and prompting I'd probably still be staring at a blank screen and watching a blinking cursor. Three more chapters to go my darlings!

Moonlight filters through the thick leaves of the canopy, glittering on the ground as his paws sink into the soft earth. His blood sings the song of his people as his family enjoys their birthright. He can hear the yips and barks of his pack mates can feel them all around him. Emily and Tom flank his sides. The twins and Tuwaine are at his back. Even Cat is there, tucked close to Tuwaine. A stiff breeze ruffles his thick coat. He thrusts muzzle into the air, pulling in the scent that it carries. It’s familiar and causes him to yip with joy. It’s Y/N. He has to find her.

He starts at a slow walk but his paws quickly move to a trot and than a full on run as he tracks the smell of his mate. He chases after her scent but she’s just out of reach, just past the next copse of trees, over the next hill. The winds whip and tease him with her scent. He can hear her soft voice begin to call for him but he can’t reach her as panic bleeds into it. The joy he’d felt turns sour as he tries to call out Y/N but she doesn't respond to his barks.

The ground is warm as his paws pound into the forest floor. Headlong through the forest they carry him. Brush grabs at his dark coat as his pace increases. His chest feels like it’s going to explode. His muscles burn and his lungs scream. No matter how hard he pushes he can’t get to her.

Finally, crashing through the undergrowth he sees her, a dark wolf is standing in the shadow near her curled up body. There’s blood. There’s so much blood, the acrid scent of it burns his nose. It makes his stomach lurch and heave as her voice cries out, cracks with pain. Over and over she repeats his name as his legs give out. He crawls on his belly but she’s always just out of reach.

“Harrison”

“Harrison!”

Harrison’s eyes snap open. Y/N is staring up at him as he holds her tight to his chest. Her eyes are groggy and her hair is a rumpled mess.

She’s absolutely beautiful.

The panic of his dream fades. Y/N’s presence alone, tucked close to him, soothes man and beast. He inhales her soft scent slowly, savoring each sweet note of it, letting it meld into this memory to keep with him forevermore. He’s racing heart slows.

“Hey, Killer” She mumbles, squirming slightly in his grasp “mind loosening up the grip some?”

His fingers loosen around her waist as he realizes how hard he’s been holding on. He tries to pull his arm back, make space but she’s grabbing his hand and laying it softly on her hip. Y/N’s fingers trail up and over his cheek making him look down into her sleep lidded eyes. Its intimate in a way Harrison’s never experienced before.

“Don’t run away from me.” her voice is still thick with fatigue but it holds something reassuring in it. She didn’t want him away from her. “You were getting all jumpy, bad dream?”

Trying to remember the details of the dream she’d woken him from Harrison finds he’s already forgetting about the details, left with only a nagging sense of dread. He brushes a few stray hairs from her eyes, “something like that.” He mutters.

Y/N burrows in closer, her bare leg tangling between his. Apparently, sober y/n was just as much an octopus as drunk Y/N was. He loves it and allows himself to curl around her.

She’s still in his shirt, likely hungover, and judging by the yawn she tries to stifle, still very sleepy. He’s hungry, anxious, and it’s well past any sensible time he’d normally get up but, after last night, Harrison feels like he’s looking at everything through fresh eyes, a new tilt on the situation. Nothing and everything is perfect all at once. This isn’t like the very sporadic hook-ups he’s brought home. Y/N is his… he won’t even think the word not when there’s so much to explain. Not when he doesn’t know how she’ll react. Did she even feel half the emotion stirring in her that he had overwhelming him? He’s sure she can’t. How could she be thinking about the rest of her life with him… or without him? Her face is not the face of someone trying to convince their would be lover that, though it has only been a short time, the thought of spending the rest of forever with them is something she’d willingly do.

Y/N’s fingers card through his hair lazily. They pluck and twist random strands as if in a trance. He could get used to this, he thinks. He wants to be used to this. No one night stand, no casual girlfriend, has made him question so many things in such a short time. None of them has piqued the interest of the wolf. His other half agrees. The wolf inside is smug with the knowledge that their mate was safe and secure in their bed. He urges Harrison to take the next step, to court her and make her theirs, to mark-

“What are you thinking?” She asks dreamily, “you look far away.”

Harrison’s thumb strokes tiny circles over her hip and she sighs, seemingly content. “Nothing important” he lies smoothly pushing his instincts to the back burner.

Her warm breath tickles at his skin as she nuzzles against his bare chest. His body responds in a very familiar way, blood rushing from his head down into his groin. Her lips graze against him and Harrison can’t help the low sound that rumbles through his chest. Y/N looks up with a mix of amusement and confusion. “What was that?”

Harrison gives a lazy shrug. What was he going to say? I’m a werewolf and that’s just my happy noise?

Yeah, that was not going to happen.

“Not sure what you’re talking about, Love.”

Y/N rolls her hips against his and Harrison’s grip tightens on her hip. A soft sound escapes her lips. It’s needy and sweet and he squeezes again as he presses his own hips into her. Her eyes darken as his hardness presses low against her belly. One hand grips his shoulder as she presses up from the bed with her other arm. Harrison is ready to roll back and guide her body over his but her face twitches. Y/N releases her grip on him and shakes her head. A grimaces mars her features as she flops back against the pillow. Harrison’s brows knit together as her eyes slam shut and she makes a pathetic, pained sound.

“Ugghh, I drank way too much last night.” she mutters miserably “The world is spinning.”

Even mildly frustrated, he can’t help but laugh softly at her groan. “You need some water.” He casually readjusts himself as she clenches her eyes shut.

“And an aspirin” she agrees. Her nose wrinkles in distaste as she sniffs at her arm “and a shower.”

Leaning in, Harrison gently presses his lips to her forehead. His voice is muffled against her skin “I have all of those things.”

“A regular Prince Charming” she murmurs as he rolls away. Y/N makes grabby hands but he ignores them while he moves to retrieve the hangover necessities and start the shower.

He has to help her sit as he hands over the aspirin and a bottle of water. Y/N swallows half the bottle down like a champ, before setting it down and placing her hands in her lap. Her cheeks are pink as she speaks. “I don’t usually do things like this.”

“Get drunk and pass out in someone else's bed? I would hope not” he chuffs. “But, If it makes you feel better, as long as it’s my bed you're passing out in, I promise I won’t judge” Y/N’s cheeks grow pinker as she glances down at her twiddling thumbs “I think I might be able to promise that.” She glances up quickly, eyes locking on his soft blues. Something flashes there that makes his chest tight and his breath catch. It’s gone just as soon as it appears but he would give anything to see it again. His hand strokes along the soft flesh of her thigh where his tee has risen up. Silence reigns comfortably between the pair while she finishes the bottle of water.

“You said you’d like a shower? It’s running. If you want I can go scavenge some breakfast” he glances at the alarm clock “or lunch, as it may be,while you use it.”

Steam is already spilling from the em suite as she moves carefully from bed, gifting him with a sweet kiss on the nose as she brushes past him.

He watches her step carefully into the en suite, unashamed as his eyes trail up her thighs to where they disappear under his shirt.

Emily is perched atop the marble counter when Harrison meanders into the kitchen. There’s something different she can’t quite put her finger on. Haz always moved with confidence. He was charming and self assured. He owned every room he entered and he knew it but now… it was cliche, but he was fucking glowing.

“Harrison Osterfield” she clucks, pursing her lips “You didn’t sleep with her, did you?”

Harrison narrows his eyes and Emily feels a pang of guilt. She went a bit too far last night and she owed him an apology not an accusation.

“I slept with her. I didn’t fuck her” He deadpans “Im offended you’d think i’d stoop so low but than again you were pretty clear on your thoughts about how I’m going about this.”

Again, it stings, cuts her to the quick.

“Haz, I’m sorry. I went a little off the deep end last night.”

“Yeah you did.” he growls half heartedly before his shoulders slump slightly. He moves to her and cups the back of her head, pressing their foreheads together. “Em, I love you like my sister. I don’t want to be mad at you but you gotta understand-”

“I do!” Emily’s hand smoothes over the back of his hair for a moment before the pair separate. “I mean I’m trying, but you have to understand what I’m seeing.”

Harrison’s eyes are searching as he pulls back to look at her. She doesn’t look away. He nods after a minute.

“Alright than. We’ll just call this apology accepted?”

Emily lets out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. She nods as Harrison steps away and busies himself with the coffee pot. Hopping from the counter she moves to the fridge and begins pulling out to-go containers. When Harrison cocks his head at the spread she’s laying she starts popping lids off.

“I may have run by the cafe to grab a peace offering.”

Harrison’s gentle smile lets her know that he hadn’t just said her apology was accepted, it truly was.

Tom’s second in command rummages in a drawer before grabbing a spoon. He scoops a big helping of tabouli straight from a nearby container and into his mouth. Green flecks of parsley speckle his teeth as he grins her way. Emily huffs softly and snatches the container away from him.

“No eating from the carton, ya heathen” His long fingers make a grab for it but she spins out of this reach. He pouts playfully as he begins glancing underneath the other lids.

“Does your mate know you’re such a brat?” Emily watches as her friend’s spine stiffens. When he looks up she easily sees the look in his eyes. He is the anti-thesis of himself in that moment, lacking in confidence or swagger as he glances toward the door and fidgets with the spoon still in hand, tapping it against his palm.

“How did you know?”

Emily smiles softly, a far off memory warms the depths of her heart, “I remember Tom looking the same way at me as you do at Y/N. Last night? Yeah, that was a look I knew well.” She shrugs, moving to grab some plates from a high cupboard. “I mean, I didn’t know what it meant at the time-”

“About that…” when Emily’s attention moves back to him he offers a nervous smile of his own. “How do I tell her? I mean… how should Tom have-” he shakes his head softly, “Fuck” he grumbles. “M’sorry, Em. I shouldn’t have said it like that. I don’t even know how to speak when I’m thinking about her.”

Emily takes pity on the man. Her smile is gentle. She loved her boys. Even before the attack that had turned her into what she was today she’d been fiercely loyal and protective of what would become her pack, her wolf only making her more so as the changes had happened.

The changes...how could she have been prepared for all of this? Would it have eased the trauma, the fear? It’s something she’d thought about a million times over the last five years. How should Tom have told her what he was? How should he have brought her into his world? How could he have prevented what had happened to her? There was no right answer because hindsight, being what it was, wouldn’t allow for it. Emily closes the distance between them and leans her head on his shoulder.

“Is this just an… Is it just an instinct thing or is it-” She glances up and takes in the faraway gaze in Harrison’s eyes, the way he inhales deeply like he’s trying to get even the faintest hint of Y/N.

“I think it’s L-” he falters with the word, “I think it is. It’s too soon, right? I mean these things are supposed to take time and all that. I’m a div...” Emily presses a finger to his lips.

“Haz, shut up. No one said there’s a right or a wrong way to fall in love, if that’s what it is to you. It’s ok if it’s not, too. I never thought I’d see the day when you would worry so much about the right and wrong way to care for someone.” she laughs as she pulls her hand back, lifts her head from his shoulder. Their sensitive ears both pick up the sound of footsteps padding down the upstairs hall and toward the stairs. “Don’t worry so much about how it is and isn’t supposed to happen. Let yourself enjoy the process but” she pauses for a second, “If it is love and you're sure and you want what it is I think you want, you need to tell her. I don’t know what the right way is but I do know the wrong way.”

Harrison presses his lips gently to her forehead right as Y/N rounds the corner. Her eyes widen for a moment but it seems to not bother her. Emily has thought about it. At one time she’d thought that no one, not born into their life, was meant for it. Then she met Y/N. She seems to thrive off the casual closeness that wolves saw as an everyday commonality. She was borderline touch starved, honestly. Y/N only proves Emily’s point when she makes a beeline for her, a small crease between her brows as she walks into the arms Emily has opened for her.

“M’mad at you” Y/N mumbles against her chest and Emily laughs, wrapping her arms around her and stroking her still damp hair. She is swimming in one of Harrison’s workout shirts and has a pair of his sweats riding low on her hips. Emily sees the hungry look flash in the males eyes.

“You got me drunk” Y/N accuses weakly.

“Pretty sure you did that to yourself. Maybe you’ll know better next time.”

Harrison huffs and you both look up and over to him, sulking with his hip pressed against the marble. He opens his arms wide and motions Y/N over. She wiggles from Emily’s grasp and turns to nuzzle into Harrison’s. Em can’t help but admire what a smart looking pair the two make.

“Next time I’ll be there to be the voice of reason.” Harrison murmurs against the top of Y/N’s head. Maybe he wasn’t willing to admit it just yet, but the alpha female can see the love lighting his eyes as Y/N leans up and gives him a soft kiss on the chin. His wolf had declared Y/N his mate but Harrison was wholly on board. For him it was as good as a deal done. Y/N herself has seemingly come to a crossroad, Emily notes. Where she’d been a woman nervous and apprehensive about an upcoming date yesterday, today she’s pressed into the same man’s arms with an utter lack of care for the world around her. She looks to have a familiarity with the blonde that Emily hadn’t seen before.

“Shall I heat some of this up.” She asks after moment gesturing to the spread of food. Y/N’s eyes light up as she turns in Harrison’s arms. Emily laugh is bright and melodic when her friends arms tighten around Y/N’s waist, unwilling to let her loose for one second.

Harrison’s only been gone a short while and your lips still feel swollen and tender from the press of his before he left. Near on twenty minutes with your back pressed against the door of your place and your lips locked with his and you still hadn’t been able to convince him to come inside. He’d given you that killer smile and an excuse about being a gentleman. It was frustratingly endearing.

As you put a kettle on, finally alone, you have time to reflect on the last 24 hours. This time yesterday your tummy had been a bundle of nerves as you’d thought about your upcoming dinner date. You still had the feeling but it was different now. Harrison’s intentions were for more clear. Though he hadn’t said it his actions had spoken volumes. He’d called Tom during lunch and told him he was taking the day off. You wouldn’t have though much of it if you hadn’t seen Emily’s raised brow and his smile and shrug in response. Cat had told you he had “a lot on his plate” but he shelved it for a day to spend with you curled up in his bed watching movies and recovering for your escapades the previous night. In fact, you feel almost lost now without having him close, touching you. You haven't felt like this since… you’ve actually never felt this way. Being in Harrison’s sphere was addicting. His focus on you made you feel wanted in a way previous relationships. Neither of you knew truly anything about the other but somehow you thought that didn’t matter. There was a pull, something beautiful and wild and unknown to you that made each moment you spent with him feel like something from a dream.

As the kettle whistles and you move to make a cuppa you remember the way his arm engulfed you as you’d both napped earlier in the day. The heat radiating from his body, the natural scent of him, soap and cedar, lulling you to sleep. The soft kisses to your temple as you slowly woke, drowsy but refreshed. Harrison drew out a feeling of intimacy in you that was unmatched and you hadn’t even sealed the deal yet, hadn’t even come close. But you wanted to.

You try not to think of all the problems that these new found feelings were going to create. You were still only here temporarily. The hospitals contract kept you around for another month and a half and then? A knot formed in your stomach as you drop a couple lumps of sugar into the hot tea. How were you going to leave if you fell in love?

TagList: @tomsrebeleyebrow, @hazmyheart, @the-southernbelle, @definitely-not-black-cat, @shantillycream, @thornonmyrose @crazyfreaker @fanficparker

#werewolf!haz #harrison osterfield #haz osterfield #harrison osterfield fic #haz osterfield fic #moonbeams and ridinghoods

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winnerloser · 4 years

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idk who needed to hear this today but

if you use fanart for anything, you give credit for it.

usually i would just implore you guys to at your own discretion but.

i think sometimes people forget that if you use fanart without explicitly asking for the author’s permission, that's stealing. but obviously no one has ill intent behind it with this hobby, which is why crediting is important. it’s the least you can do.

it doesnt matter how much you use the fanart. even if it only appears on your blog once. even if it’s just a throwaway icon for a gag. even if you replace the icon with new icons from somewhere else. if it was on your blog at some point, and you don’t intend on deleting it, and it’s still on there, you give credit for it.

there’s maybe some leeway if you commissioned the art and/or the artist already cosigned you to using it without giving permission. but that’s the only special instance i can think of.

in that same vein, please just look on artist’s profiles to see if they allow reposting in the first place. if their account says no reproduction/no reposting/DONT USE MY ART.... don’t use it. if the bio is in japanese, chinese, korean, whatever- google translate it. i know google translate can suck but it’ll easily convey what you need to be looking for.

if you’re one to think that you don’t want to use source media like screenshots or mangacaps because fanart is prettier, don’t ignore the fact that the people providing you the luxury to do so are just that- people, who spent hours to draw what could amount to just one or two icons. who could’ve drawn what you were using as a commission for someone else. who more than likely posted the image without any idea what you’re using it for-- more importantly;

without any idea what you’re using the image to represent, what messages you’re trying to convey- with their image. the fact that the subject is a copyrighted character/isn’t theirs doesn’t change the fact that the drawing in and of itself is still their creation.

it would behoove you to start keeping tabs of the sources you intend to pull from. if you see a piece from pixiv you think you’ll consider pulling from- pluck it, save it, so later when you open photoshop you’re not sitting with the pulled image thats titled computer jibberish with no artist’s signature.

YOU KNOW WHAT? i’ll go you one even better than that.

When you save an image from pixiv - this one for example, by default it’ll save it as 78827921_p0_master1200.jpg. 78827921 is the image ID. https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/78827921 will take you back to that image. Plug in any other ID, and it’ll go back to its source. There you go. Easy if you accidentally forgot to keep tabs.

nobody is entitled to the usage of another person’s art, and if you use the excuse that [just by virtue of OP posting it on the internet, it’s free gain], that’s bullshit.

if you post anything- even a text post or roleplay thread- going by that same logic, anyone should be allowed to reblog it, remix it, go to town on it; it’s on the open internet, after all... right? No. you’re entitled to security in the things you post. you don’t really need to say “don’t/ask to reblog” in the tags for people to get the hint to not or ask first if they feel inclined to. if you believe you’re entitled to that comfort and respect, i don’t see why that mindset can’t be translated to fit the situation of artists. even if you don’t give a shit how your stuff gets circulated, at least try to look at it in the way that not everyone is you.

and not everyone is me, so some may be wondering still why they can’t just go ahead and do what they want so long as they’re not hurting people/keeping it lowkey. i mean, at the end of the day, there’s nothing i can do about it either. you can totally do whatever you want, im not denying that. but just know that you’re not 100% in the clear from getting discovered by somebody. you’re not impervious to being found. and reposting/art being used or transformed without credit or consent is a very real reason that artists get upset or even sometimes lock their profiles, delete, or stop drawing/posting, or stop making their art publically available. this is NOT just a western philosophy. asian artists do this just as well- hell, you could even say that some are even more stringent about etiquette when it comes to treating their works with respect. that includes reposting policies.

if you’re too tired/busy/lazy/forgetful/cursed to credit, that’s 100% not an excuse lol. or if you’re thinking, crap, i have all these nicely done assets that i’ve created but it’ll be too difficult to go back and retroactively find the sources!

idk what to tell u but tough titties bro thats a you problem*

uh, so to end this:

再版ポリシーが破られている場合は、お知らせください。すぐに画像を削除します。このブログから利益を得ることも、失礼することも意図していません。再版は許可されているが、クレジットがない場合は、お知らせください。修正いたします。ありがとうございます、失礼します。

如果违反了您的转载政策，请告知我们。我会立即删除图像。它无意从此博客中受益或无礼。如果允许转载，但信用不正确，请告知我们。我会马上改正的。谢谢，不好意思。祝好

this is in my credit’s page at the bottom. i can’t vouch for the japanese, but i can say with more certainty that the chinese is legible. if someone is better at japanese and has any adjustments they’d recommend, please do so! it’s just saying that i don’t intend to cause harm or disrespect by borrowing the artwork, and that at any of the artists’ discretion, whether i’m violating their repost policy or not, they are urged to reach out to me and tell me to remove their art if they don’t want it on my blog. feel free to snatch it and use it for your credits page, or write something similar in lieu of that. i’m 100% in support of that.

please be conscious and considerate of the people who work hard and do a good deal of the heavy lifting for you to be able to make your blog pretty and aesthetic in the first place. i think the bounty of beautiful and high-quality art for the pokemon fandom- or for any popular fandom for that matter- sometimes makes us forget that it isn’t a commodity. it’s something that when taken for granted, can genuinely affect others who work hard to provide content for people to enjoy. at the end of the day, they do this to make themselves and others happy. seeing others take that work without any acknowledgement to them is demoralizing, don’t think that they’ll get enough recognition from others to compensate for you. that’s frankly not how posting art on social media works at all.

i mean, even if this doesn’t convince you, i can only hope it’ll spur you to be more conscious in the future.

*i get that things happen and this isn’t meant to shame you if you happen to be one to do any of the things other than credit. but know that you don’t... really have an excuse when there’s so many different options, shortcuts and alternatives available to you. you don’t really cite from a shitton of different sources for your paper and then go back to pick through every individual quote to find where it came from to avoid plagiarizing. you just.. make a note or works cited. it takes like, 15 extra minutes. if you’re going to spend hours on photoshop or writing fancy infoposts, you can spend an extra 15 making a works cited.

#i dont know why i woke up so pressed this morning #me: oh boy 3 am (gets on my soapbox)#anyway. ..lol #im gonna repeat thiss for the day because im insufferable but im going back to sleep #also no this isnt vaguing at anyone at all i literally just woke up and was like oh.#this is a thing that happens.#i do implore you to rb this but im not going to hold it against anyone if this just ends up being a drop in the ocean #🌱. giant rat that makes all the rules. > MUN #long post

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renny33 · 5 years

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Misunderstanding

First chapter of a story im working on with @thuyuui this is my first fanfic Collab but @thuyuui is being super amazing with working with me. Im super excited!!!

summery: a stack of paper leads into a prank war

rating: k. might change later

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Misunderstanding

Karin had just graduated Shino Academy, and with graduating meant she had to decide which squad she wanted to join. She had a pretty good idea of what she wanted to be doing, going on missions and fighting hollows. So, in her mind, the 11th seemed like a pretty good idea. So that's exactly what she did, she joined the 11th without a second thought. So, when the day came for her to meet her captain, she didn't expect to be so nervous. She heard about the fight between her brother and the 11th squad captain, she didn’t think much of it then, but now she was thinking about it a little too hard. She slowly made her way down the hall where he was waiting to meet the new recruits. She took a deep breath and forced the nervousness away before opening the door. Her eyes swept across the room and was surprised to see a large man and a small girl seated on the floor playing a board game. The small girl looked over at Karin excitedly.

“Hi!” She called loudly as she jumped off the ground and skipped over to her, grabbing her hand. “You’re whitey’s girlfriend, right?” Karin looked at the girl confused.

“Whose girlfriend?” The small girl rolled her eyes.

“You know whitey?” she said, and she pulled her over to the game and sat back down.

“I have no idea who you're talking about,” she replied, sitting down next to her.

“She’s talking about the shrimp.” She was still confused.

“Whitey? Shrim- oh! Are you talking about Toshiro?” The big man nodded. Karin snickered, "we’re not together, just friends" The small girl shrugged and handed Karin a game piece.

"Wanna play?" Karin shrugged and joined in the game. “I'm Yachiru and that’s Kenny,” she said, handing her some dice. She rolled the dice and moved her game piece.

“Karin.” Suddenly Kenny’s head snapped in her direction with a wild grin.

“Karin Kurosaki?” he sounded way too excited.

“Yep.”

“You’re Ichigo’s sister!” He yelled getting more excited by the minute. Karin had to hold back from rolling her eyes.

‘That explains it’ she thought, “that's me.” His grin grew even wider.

“We’ll have to fight sometimes,” Karin smirked back at her new captain in response. She knew she'd fit right in.

Renji was gonna pay and Rukia was gonna make sure of it. She made her way to her brother's office; she was surprised to see Karin also walking to her brother’s office. This was a problem. She didn't want anything to lead back to her and for that to happen no one should know what she was gonna do.

“Hey Karin, what are you doing here?” She asked speeding up next to her. She stopped and looked back at the shorter woman.

“Oh hey, I'm just bringing over some paperwork for Captain Kuchiki.” A light bulb went off in Rukia’s head as she eyed the stack of papers in her arms.

“Those are for Byakuya?”

“Ya. I'm just running them over fo-” She didn’t get to finish as Rukia snatched the papers out of her arms”

“I'll take them to him!” She called as she hurried down the hall before she could say anything. Karin stood there for a second, a little surprised before she shrugged and walked out the way she had just come from. She wasn’t going to complain, less work for her.

Rukia waited until she heard the door shut before she flash-stepped to her own office. She took the papers out of their folder and slid the papers into a drawer. She grinned as she pulled out a new stack of papers. The papers were covered in childish doodles of all colors. Her grin then turned into a smirk. She’d have to give Yachiru some sweets later as a thank you. She quickly went back to her brother’s office and entered quietly.

She walked over and set the folder down and left before anyone could notice that she was even there. She snickered to herself as she walked back outside. That stack of papers would be given to Renji and then he would be blamed for slacking off and drawing doodles instead of paperwork. But if Rukia had paid more attention she would have noticed the note taped to the folder.

Please have Captain Kuchiki sign these as soon as possible

-Hitsugaya

Toshiro was fuming. His face looked as if he was ready to provide the cruellest and horrifying punishment to his soon to be a victim - to anyone who dared to interfere with his business. The leaking icy cold reiatsu was turning the surrounding area into the North Pole, making the bystanders shivered from the cold. Toshiro reached his destination, the 11th squad office. He slammed the door open so hard that the whole place shook from the strong force. He scanned the room, searching for his target until target them. There she is.

“Karin Kurosaki!” Toshiro barked, making everyone in the room jump scared from the sudden shout. Karin turned her head to see Toshiro standing by the door.

“Oh, Toshiro. What’s up?” Karin smiled, ignoring his glare, wondering what he was doing here at this hour. Usually, he would be in his office, doing his paperwork because his lazy lieutenant wouldn’t bother to do any. Not that she blames her.

“What’s the meaning of this?!” Toshiro shoved the paper into her face.

“Huh?” Karin took the paper out of her face and saw what was on it. A drawing, drawn by a 5-year-old kid. “I didn’t draw this!”

“As if I would believe that.” Toshiro scoffed. He inwardly grimaced at the humiliation he went through when Byakuya came to visit his office, thinking he had signed the papers he asked him to. But, no, it turns out that Byakuya had come to return something that doesn’t belong to him and gave him a huge lecture about work ethic and appropriate behaviour. It was so painfully embarrassing to go through that he wanted to yell or protest saying he hadn't drawn this or it wasn’t his. But he knew Byakuya wouldn’t believe him. He now thinks he is too childish to be a captain. To think, this all happened because of that one childish drawing!

“Why are you giving this to me?!” Karin glared at him as she threw the drawing back at him.

“It’s just another one of your pranks! You and Kusajishi just love to prank me. God knows.” Toshiro retorted, “God, why can’t you just admit it already and tell me where you hid my paperwork?” He clearly had, had enough of this argument.

Hearing this made Karin angrier, “if I said I didn’t do it, I didn’t do it! Why would I lie to you?! And plus, it wasn’t me who delivered it, it was-” She didn’t get a chance to finish her sentence because Toshiro held his hand out, silencing her. Not wanting to hear any more from her.

“Enough.” Toshiro pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to contain his anger, “I want you to bring back the paperwork you hid and have it returned in my office before the end of the day.”

“If I don’t?” Karin raised one of her eyebrows.

“There will be consequences.” Toshiro narrowed his eyes before he walked back to his office.

Karin rolled her eyes. “As if I would be scared of him.” She returned back to what she was doing before, acting like nothing happened.

She had no idea what is going to hit her.

#karin kurosaki #toshiro hitsugaya #HitsuKarin #fanfiction

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rqs902 · 4 years

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yang chaowen’s drawing with himself as the prickly center in a circle of flowers is so deep .-.

randomly gonna add my ep 3 thoughts here lol

adding on but chaowen’s primary criteria that his group mates should not be selfish is realllyyy interesting again “I don’t like selfish people”

similarly, lin mo’s criteria that group mates should be able to get along, rather than all be talented sounds like something he has learned from personal experience /cough

istg if jin fan literally just gets 1 stage and its a cutesy stage YET AGAIN im srsly gonna flip a table....

LOL I love kou cong being the super energetic and leaderly one bringing them together and giving them energy and acting all old even though he’s 1999......

lol rip they used all the practice room footage time to showcase zlj’s group instead of hong weihao’s.... YAYYY FOR SHAOPENG’S RAPPPP YAYYY i was so scared there wasnt gonna be any in this song

omggggg lin ran starting the song is so perfect, hes so sassy and cute but cool at the same time ooooof he is really good at facial expressions and this song suits him well

Ooooo the fact that kou cong was willing to say he 認可 linjie as a leader says a lot I think, considering how much he had wanted to be a leader originally.

wow im so surprised that zuo linjie’s group lost tho!!!!!!!! is this some sort of youku play to get linjie some pity points or make his fans dislike the kids on weihao’s team out of spite or something lol jk but actually I guess I respect that the show is not making it an straight-up easy run for the kid

its so meaningful that lin ran and kou cong are the ones huddled closest to linjie while he crying after their performance because the two of them have really been there and really understand his heartbreak and how devastating it feels to work so hard and still lose... oof but im most sad that huang enyu didnt really get much time to shine despite being hyped as a vocal and since hes not got popularity to fall back on, this could be real bad for him :(

aw im glad they talked about lin mo’s strong leadership abilities during the babel practice and how much they respect and like him and are learning from him.... SO WHICH OF YOU COMPLAINED ABOUT LIN MO’S PART DISTRIBUTION THEN!??!!? hmmmMMmMMMMMM why do i have a sneaking suspicion it was su xunlun HAHAHAH

OOF CHEN JUNHAO SINGING TO CHEN XINHAI AWWWW SO SUPPORTIVE LEADER such words of encouragement so touching ahhh i would’ve cried if i were xinhai ahhh and the way he asks for a harder dance so that the dancers can show off their skills more and the way he asks to give his parts to some of his members so they can have more time to shine... and then the way he immediately goes to li chenxu after the stage ends and tells the camera people to leave him alone because he knows how hurt his teammate is feeling :(

omg li xikan has really improved so so much. im so so proud and happy for him, he really has improved so much in his dancing (!!!!) and even singing and stage presence overall. on ipd he gave me such a little brother vibe and he was kinda clueless, one of the ones who needed teaching, and now hes the one leading others, having confidence that his group will succeed, and having the confidence to teach and encourage others. it’s craazyyy these last 2 years have really changed him. he seems so much more mature and self assured and capable, im so so happy he’s getting recognition and love still. THEIR STAGE WAS AMAZING. the older brothers really taught the two young kids (and ybz lol) well! and mannnnn zhan yu get that recognition for your high note!!!! yay for kou cong and akey cheering zhan yu on from backstage I love friendship c: and yay for zhan yu and xikan being in the same frame omg i wish they showed more of zhan yu’s silly side because I feel like he and xikan would get along REALLY well being silly together hahahha and lin mo calling xikan “我家侃侃” hahhahaha so cuute!! im happy to see tyger & xikan friendship

oof see the wheels turning in shengen’s head when he realizes his team is going against xikan. id be calculating the odds of winning if i were him lol.... shengen’s the only one who realllyy knows how rough its gonna be for them. taking into consideration the skill levels of their members and his members and their levels of popularity and levels of difficulty

i appreciate that xzx acknowledges that their group works hard, but since the other group is very skilled and theyre staying up all night practicing, they have no choice but to also stay up all night to practice. it’s a very realistic pov, like he knows he needs to work at least as hard as the others, if not more. rip li zaixi this is not gonna be a good look for you lol but yay for mu xingyuan getting more recognition! i think he deserves it because he didnt really get much on afo either....

cheng xiao speaking only truths when she said xu shengen held up this whole stage lol

wow thats so wild lzx brought his team down by 10 points and xikan brought his up by almost as much... but that makes sense xikan would get the most votes and shengen would for lzx’s group lol but its really so wild to see xikan being regarded as like this amazing performer and working so hard and bringing his group together because that really says so much about how much he’s grown and improved since ipd.

the whole issue with gjm not letting akey and jin fan dance to the theme song too.... I feel like part of the problem is also because akey and jin fan didn’t ask for it. I wasn’t there so I wouldn’t know but maybe they could’ve spoken up but didn’t. but I think their personalities are both more passive like lin mo’s and zhan yu too. i feel like that might be a problem for why mr tyger is where it is still today. theyre not very good at advocating for themselves and speaking up confidently even though they have the skills. it’s disappointing for them that their talent cant speak for itself and I’m sad that they have to be more vocal in order to stand out, but it kind of seems like they’ll need to change this in order to get farther. it’s so sad and awkward to see them standing off to the side watching guo zheng, zuo ye and hu wenxuan... because lets be real they have just as much ability to dance the theme song just as well. maybe they were all shaken at the time, but even zuo ye as the leader could’ve said something like all of them can do this lets do it together.

ayyy look at xue en getting recognition in the votes!!! the blue hair somehow works on him hahhaha but also junhao said xue en helped lead their dance practices ayyy that cto experience hahaha

awwwww xikan’s speech says a lot. he really had the lazy sleepy image during ipd but he mustve really felt the responsibility to change so much. and he felt the need to apologize for his shortcomings despite his team doing so well. im hoping xikan remains humble

welp all in all except for what happened to uuu im actually pretty happy with this first stage! at least they were able to fit everyone into 1 ep, since there’s less contestants. I feel like that’s always bothered me on other shows, bc whoever happened to get aired in the week prior always gets an advantage in voting bc people have already seen their stage for a whole week longer than those who dont get to perform until the week following. the song arrangements weren’t spectacular (except I really liked xikan’s group’s!!!) but at least they were better than afo.... lol......... and i think the smaller number of contestants really makes it easier to recognize everyone so im feeling relatively comfortable that I am familiar with most of the kids already and it’s only the first stage. I’m just reallllyyy hoping they don’t eliminate way too many people too fast at every round, because I really hope the kids im looking out for can get at least one more stage..... esp jin fan and akey omg if jin fan only gets 1 stage and its a dumb cutesy stage (YET AGAIN) im gonna be SO MAD.

im not gonna even get into them evil editing zhan yu at the end... anyone who knows anything or cares about zhan yu at all will know that that isnt his voice so...... im just appalled that youku would be so low as to try to make him look bad like that. they barely give him any screen time already. im encouraged by comments I read that support zhan yu tho, it makes me feel hopeful that people acknowledge his talent!

#rants #i respect how chaowen calls himself a very imperfect person

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"blood is sacred" are you actually giving me that as a reason? when i was younger i had internal bleeding and puked up half my blood volume and would have died without it but no i shouldn't have got it because blood is sacred. i have health problems so as a child i was sick every single day and my immune system was nonexistent until i started getting transfusions and i haven't been sick since so blood is sacred is bullshit and so were those jehovah witness websites which are bias to their faith

dude like im sorry i can’t tell you something nice or something that you want to hear, but i’m a jw, jesus said blood is sacred, and if i ever get into an accident or a health issue where i need blood, i will refuse it, and if it kills me, then that was the right thing to do.

if i ever have a child and they need blood to live, im going to have to let them die. the thought of someone else’s blood in my veins repulses me. blood is our source of life, our “soul”

am i saying you shouldn’t be alive right now because i believe you shouldn’t have taken the blood transfusion and thus would have died? yes. am i saying that i want people to die and i want you dead? NEVER!

you know that if someone has you at gun/knife point the right thing to do is to either defend yourself where you know you will only disable the person, or let them kill you. the right thing to do is die. because you die sinless. without taking another’s life.

i don’t care that you don’t believe it’s not the truth... well, yes i do. i can’t say i don’t care about you. that’s an awful thing to have to deal with at such a young age, and im sorry that you had to go thru that. sometimes the truth hurts though.

i only pulled things from jw.org because i was busy and too lazy to go look up actual facts that say having someone else’s blood in you is bad and may even bring up other health complications.

https://www.theguardian.com/science/2008/apr/24/medicalresearch.health

there, okay?

it’s like you think just because an organization that believes in God (by the way, JW’s do not consider themselves a religion. we are an organization. we believe religion is a snare.) automatically means we don’t back ourselves up scientifically. the bible was scientifically accurate before anyone was.

“There is One who dwells above the circle* of the earth” Isaiah 40:22

https://www.jw.org/en/publications/bible/nwt/books/isaiah/40/#v23040022

The footnote says “or sphere.” That was around the time when the popular belief was that the earth was flat, or on the back or a tortoise etc.

JW’s aren’t pulling “facts” out of their butts, they actually base their belief on real things. And each witness makes the truth their own, meaning they don’t blindly believe anything they’re told. JW’s are ENCOURAGED NOT TO BLINDLY BELIEVE WHAT IS TOLD and to look into everything for themselves to accept.

so again, im sorry. but technically, you shouldn’t be here, and that is very very sad. but there’s nothing i can do about it. i want to give you some kind of hope, but all i can think you’re going to do is get more upset and call me “bullshit” again.

You know i’m like really gay?? like very into girls. but thankfully im not completely gay. I identify as pansexual. but because i believe that homosexuality is a sin (meaning the act of being in a gay romantic/sexual relationship and participating in gay ACTS not BEING GAY, i want to clear that up because some “religions” say horrible things like god hates f**s when that couldn’t be further from the truth. He wants everyone to love him the way he loves us and he doesn’t want to see us suffer. https://www.jw.org/en/publications/bible/nwt/books/luke/15/#v42015007 - https://www.jw.org/en/publications/bible/nwt/books/2-peter/3/#v61003009) i won’t ever let myself think too much into liking a girl or ever date one. which can be hard sometimes.

and you know what else must be hard that i have no idea how i would handle it because i don’t know what it could possibly be like? being on the verge of death and having the option of living by taking a blood transfusion, or dying and not taking one. i know the choice i would make. it seems like i also know the choice you would make.

i want to apologise for coming off as rude and argumentative, because that’s what i was. it’s something im working on. and when i said to @ me i was really looking for an argument. but i changed that halfway to instead become an educator because that’s also the right thing to do.

please ask again if you have more concerns as i would be more willing to take the time and talk to you in a more respectful way.

im sorry about about everything. please understand that it’s not personal, my anger! okay? i’m working on it slowly but surely.

#Anonymous

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thinktosee · 5 years

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THE POLITICS AND PROFITS OF HAZE

The view from the north-east of singapore, Sep. 18, 2019. In the foreground, the grass has browned completely. In the background, the island of Ubin is no longer visible.

A. INTRODUCTION

The haze hanging over the triangular region encompassing Malaysia, singapore and Indonesia, has been especially bad this time. Public health and rights are no doubt under siege. This is a result of slash and burn agricultural or palm farming in Indonesia and Borneo, coupled with an especially prolonged dry spell or drought.

B. THE POLITICS of PALM

Firstly, the term “Transboundary haze” - what does this mean? Is nature supposed to recognize artificial boundaries? We shouldn’t either. Borders are dumb and fake. They are designed to keep us isolated or penned in silos, with overpriced and useless military establishments, to protect the elites or one percenters, from the masses. Observe what the tribes can do to the Arabian oil installations a few days ago with a few armed drones (1). The most sophisticated armed forces in the world couldn’t stop that! It’s reminiscent of the Gerald Butler movie, “Angel has Fallen” which depicts how multiple armed drones can make the most protected person in the world so vulnerable (2). It is also a lesson about the unsustainability of bloated military expenditures and their fake relationship to national security.

Back to the haze - the fact it encompasses the region is the real issue. Remove the borders and the problem will be dealt with effectively. For now, everyone is in a blame game – it’s political (3). Truly, there appears to be a glaring lack of commitment to our common heritage among the political leaders in the region. That’s what borders do. Every issue or tragedy is compartmentalized. The people divided and weak. The ruling elites wouldn’t have it any other way.

The sources of the haze problem are no doubt, slash-burn farming and prolonged dry weather. The first an economic, while the second a climatic issue. Both are human-made. A corporate palm oil lobby is reported to have denied direct responsibility in the first instance. Instead, they pointed the finger at the small farmers next door to their plantations, for slashing and burning (4). Is this silly PR stunt a demonstration of responsible leadership?

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Let’s be clear about something – the mega palm oil corporations are based in singapore, Malaysia and Indonesia. Here they are :

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C. HIDING BEHIND THE SMALL FARMER

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Now let’s see, the small palm grower harvests his crop and then trucks same to his sophisticated processing plant where the palm seeds are crushed and processed into oil. Following that, he trucks the oil to the nearest seaport to load onto his multi-million dollar palm oil tankers for shipment to the consuming markets. Let’s try to understand this picture – the small grower does all these? How? He’s barely making ends meet with his small farm!

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Like most things named “business,” the big guys have the wherewithal – by this I mean cheap financing, cheap labour, modern factories, logistics and supply chains, political connections, PR agents, negligible tax exposure (singapore, Labuan, etc.) and large plantations, to game or monopolize the business. The small farmer sells his produce for processing, which are very costly contraptions and are therefore owned by the corporations. These few big guys control the business from A to Z. The small farmer is at their mercy in terms of the price for their produce and hence, for their survival. The corporations and their political patrons are merciful of course – they let him and his family subsist, as slave labour in the plantation. Bullying as this has few equals.

D. WOOL OVER OUR EYES

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Some of these corporations have “audited” sustainable practices (5). That is, they are officially certified to be environmentally-friendly. I used to work for a major petroleum company. I can testify to what their “audit for corporate and environmental risk management” is worth – zilch. That’s because many employees and contractors for a corporation are careerists. They are not paid or needed to think critically. Instead, they adhere robotically to the commercial imperatives of their corporate culture. Which reminds me of something the US Secretary of State in the 1970s, Dr. Henry Kissinger reportedly said about his staff – they may not be competent, but are loyal (6). That’s what “institutionalized meritocracy” is about folks. We only need to be loyal to be successful in our career. Seriously, unless we start to take things into our hands and work positively to eradicate the causes of the haze, nothing is going to change.

Here’s a story of irresponsible or, I should add, loyal leadership :

M/T Kirki, sans her bow. Image courtesy Amazon.com

Many years ago, a major maritime accident occurred off the pristine waters of Australia. It centered on an old rust bucket, named Kirki. The subsequent investigation by the Australian maritime transport authority (a very competent bunch of pros) discovered glaring omissions to safety by the oil company and the ship managers concerned (7,8). The same oil company also regrettably was involved in a tragic accident and oil spill in the US Gulf coast years later (9). The financial claims for this are stupendous, illustrating the massive affliction to life and the environment (10). Tragedies as these are avoidable if we had more professionals and less careerists in charge.

Political and corporate leadership built on old boys’ club, ethnicity, family, clan, religious or masonic network is NO LEADERSHIP. We the People should not look to them to solve our problems or to rule over us.

E. WHAT WE CAN DO

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Hold those responsible DIRECTLY accountable.

Years ago, I wrote to the governments of the region about tackling the haze. A simple solution was proposed – haul the corporate heads of the major palm companies before the world’s mass media and ask them collectively how they are going to solve the problem they have created! Here’s an excerpt :

“There is little benefit in a blame game………

Actively involve and hold accountable……the corporations having a direct or indirect stake in the blazing landholdings. By this, a simple call to the CEOs of the companies to step forward and give a blanket undertaking that they will do all within their power…..to reduce and ….eliminate the threat of haze-causing fires on their landholdings. The region’s public health demands this. This undertaking will be made public at a press conference called by ASEAN ministers and attended by the CEOs. The CEOs are to be held personally responsible for the fires not only within their landholdings, but also to those which their companies have a commercial arrangement – their supply chain. I am sure this complies with acceptable sustainable requirements.” (11)

Sadly, nothing was done then, and nothing again now. The reason I believe, remains the cozy and symbiotic relationship among the political, business and media elites in the region - a clubby bunch, as shown by this chart. Four ASEAN countries among the top 10.

Source : Forbes; IMF; The Economist (12)

Some years ago too, I wrote to the governments in the region about coordinating their efforts to deal with climate changes, especially the need to develop strategies and technologies for abating same. Again, nothing was done, as we can see from this current and intense dry spell, which has normalized in the last few years.

F. CONCLUSION

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The haze will go on recurring. It is an evironmental disaster. We will be wise to avoid blaming the small farmers. They have been victimized enough (13). Farming is their livelihood. Stick the blame where it truly belongs – irresponsible, avaricious and crony political, corporate and media leaders. Hold them accountable. It is our right.

In the Spirit of David Cornelius Singh

David’s father

Email : [email protected]

https://thinktosee.tumblr.com/

Sources/References

1. https://www.nytimes.com/2019/09/14/world/middleeast/saudi-arabia-refineries-drone-attack.html

2. https://angelhasfallen.movie/

3. https://www.reuters.com/article/us-southeastasia-haze/malaysian-pm-to-write-to-indonesias-leader-as-row-over-haze-flares-idUSKCN1VX0VE

4. https://www.todayonline.com/world/we-didnt-start-fire-say-malaysian-palm-oil-firms

5. https://www.greenpeace.org/international/press-release/18485/greenpeace-investigation-wilmar-brands-palm-oil-deforestation-indonesia/

6. Memorandum of Conversation, Washington, April 11, 1973, 294, U.S. State Dept. Archives

7. https://www.amsa.gov.au/marine-environment/incidents-and-exercises/kirki-21-july-1991

8. https://www.atsb.gov.au/publications/investigation_reports/1991/mair/mair33/

9. https://www.dw.com/en/the-legacy-of-deepwater-horizon-what-researchers-learned-about-oil-spills/a-37662810

10. https://www.reuters.com/article/us-bp-deepwaterhorizon/bp-deepwater-horizon-costs-balloon-to-65-billion-idUSKBN1F50NL

11. Letter to ASEAN ambassadors dated Sep 29, 2015 titled : “Lazy, Hazy days of Autumn.”

12. http://infographics.economist.com/2016/Cronyism_index/

13. https://news.mongabay.com/2018/04/indonesian-farmers-file-judicial-review-on-palm-oil-fund-as-big-companies-dominate-the-fund/

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a “should we know us a little better” tag 🌸

RULES: you must answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people

Tagged by @gamjin (thank you abby you angel!)

THE LAST:

1. Drink: aguepanela (so much i feel sick now)

2. Phone call: my mom to ask her to buy half a melon (and it wasnt even for me)

3. Text message: @yoongimor 💕 💕 💕

4. Song you listened to: acording to my phone is versace on the floor by bruno mars im rediscovering his last album

5. Time you cried: i dont remember but i bet it had something to do w bts those assholes

6. Dated someone twice: nope

7. Kissed someone and regretted it: definitely ❌ ❌

8. Been cheated on: no

9. Lost someone special: yes

10. Been depressed: i mean,

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: i actually have a great alcohol tolerance i cant get drunk easily :/

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS:

12-14: orange/yellow, pink and brown

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15. Made new friends: yes 😊 😊 😊 and im thankful for all 3 of them

16. Fallen out of love: im not even sure i’ve ever been in love. not ever

17. Laughed until you cried: yeah a few times

18. Found out someone was talking about you: yeah but its like the old woman from downstairs tirando bochinche so who cares

19. Met someone who changed you:probably

20. Found out who your friends are: you know what? i dont know, and i dont really care

21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: i dont have facebook do ppl still use that

GENERAL:

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: i used to have like 100 friends but bc people created like 10 accounts for some reason

23. Do you have any pets: the love of my life (my dog toby) and that one asshole who sleeps in my bed (my cat spencer)

24. Do you want to change your name: i really like my name, wouldnt change it for the world

25. What did you do for your last Birthday: i dont remember much but i think i did what i always do, invited some friends and family and hope they gave me 💵 💵 💵 instead of gifts

26. What time did you wake up: at like 5:30 am damn

27. What were you doing at midnight last night: dead to the world

28. Name something you can’t wait for: this vacation bc my aunt is coming from the usa ❗️ ❗️ ❗️ ❗️

29. When was the last time you saw your mom: this morning

30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: i wish i could have money to do what i want and also to help others (i just realised this makes me looks as if i only want money ajdsks) (i just want the resources so doing what i love wouldnt be as difficult)

31. What are you listening right now: blood sweat and tears by some group idk if yall have heard of it:/

32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: not really

33. Something that is getting on your nerves: having to wait 6 months to get into college i dont know what am i going to do all this time

34. Most visited Website: tumblr someone save me

35. Mole/s: i actually dont know what the word really means hold on. update: like a fuckton???

36. Mark/s: i have a scar on my head bc there was a gigant ass balloon on my head as a small baby

37. Childhood dream: i really wanted to be a writer 📕 📗 📘 📙

38. Hair color: dark brown

39. Long or short hair: rlly short :)

40. Do you have a crush on someone:i mean im sure jung hoseok doesnt count but. jung hoseok

41. What do you like about yourself: god idk some things...this isnt self deprecating i just am too lazy to type it out

42. Piercings: my ears

43. Bloodtype: o

44. Nickname: dant mostly

45. Relationship status: going to die alone

46. Zodiac: a leo (i dont care about astrology but none of bts have the same sign i cant help but feel offended)

47. Pronouns: he/him or they/them

48. Favorite TV Show: i dont really watch tv the last thing i watched was b99 and la rosa de guadalupe ajalsd

49. Tattoos: none

50. Right or left hand: left handed!

51. Surgery:my head thingy but none else

52. Piercings: ?? 53. Sports: i just go to the gym and throught my whole life ive been like 20 different sports

55. Vacation: i went there last summer but i wanna go back to maguipi (an island on the pacific) :(((

56. Pair of trainers: like shoes?? i have some really cute ones w a platfore and a bronze color

MORE GENERAL:

57. Eating: i just ate a pear

58. Drinking: still my aguepanela

59. I’m about to: study a lil

61. Waiting for: my aunt :)

62. Want: so many things man dont even ask

63. Get married: ill just settled w being liked by someone first i think

64. Career: future licenciado en lenguas extranjeras

WHICH IS BETTER?:

65. Hugs or kisses: depends on the person and situation

66. Lips or eyes:it doesnt matter

67. Shorter or taller: doesnt??? matter???

68. Older or younger: okay my age or just a lil older

70. Nice arms or nice stomach: define nice

71. Sensitive or loud: a person can be both (hobi)

72. Hook up or relationship: relationship is preferred but u never kno

73. Troublemaker or hesitant: this kinda questions are so weird man i guess both it rlly rlly depends

HAVE YOU EVER:

74. Kissed a stranger: not that i remember

75. Drank hard liquor: listen ive drank half a bottle of aguardiente in one go

76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: i lost absolutely everythign

77. Turned someone down: yeahh ha

78. Sex in the first date: no

79. Broken someones heart: probably but w/o wanting to

80. Had your heart broken: so many times

81. Been arrested: nope

82. Cried when someone died: yes

83. Fallen for a friend: no

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

84. Yourself: sometimes

85. Miracles: nah man

86. Love at first sight: a good trope for romance things, not real

87. Santa Claus: no :(

88. Kiss in the first date: maybe???

89. Angels: i dont know, but jung hoseok is real i might as well believe

OTHER:

90. Current best friends name: natalia

91. Eyecolor: dark brown

92. Favorite movie: coraline forever

this is so long but kinda fun!! i tag @possessive-princess @arrozito @yoongimor @strawberryoongs

#u dont have to do this!!!#i understand if not tbh this is #so long #\not bts #about

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Get to know me tag tagged by the sweet @monstafeels !! rules: Answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people (oh god do i even kno 20 ppl) The last Drink: some strange soda tht i didn't like Phone call: my mom!! about the house we could move into Text message: "tht is the ugliest goddamn hat i have ever seen" Song i’ve listened to: mr. badboy by wjsn!!!!! Time you cried: uhh last night bc i was watching kihyun fancams snsjshdhfknsjf Have you 6. Dated someone twice: nope! 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: my first and only kiss was my friend's dog and it was the best thing thts ever happened to me 8. Been cheated on: if my only kiss has been a dog do u think ive been cheated on 9. Lost someone special: oh yea definitely 10. Been depressed: haha u mean my entire life? oh heck yea 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: never been drunk enough to throw up 12- 14. List three favorite colors: pink, orange, yellow !! the last 2 get way too much shit but they are BEAUTIFUL COLORS!!! In the last year have you 15. Made new friends: yea!!! 16. Fallen out of love: yea :/ 17. Laughed until you cried: YEA me and my friend were looking at this sweet potato that looked like a dick in ap bio it was so funny 18. Found out someone was talking about you: yea 👀 19. Met someone who changed you: yea!! 20. Found out who your friends are: mmm sure? 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: nope General 22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: all of them! i dont give online friends my fb bc i dont want tht to intermingle w my irl friends lmao 23. Do you have any pets: multiple fish!! theres lulu, nunu, ora, gummy, chimmie, moomoo, and alla!! moomoo is pregnant im so excited!!!!!! 24. Do you want to change your name: back when i was a kid yea but now i love my name!! maybe one day i'll tell u guys my name but u can keep calling me en 25. What did you do for your last Birthday: went to a restaurant w my friends then we crashed in my room and watched hamster cooking videos 26. What time do you wake up: um depends on if someone wakes me up or not but by myself i wake up around 12-2PM LMAO 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: watching pristin videos snshsgd 28. Name something you can’t wait for: MONSTA X BEAUTIFUL TOUR IN LA 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: last night! 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: um the entire time period from age 7 to age 14 31. What are you listening right now: humble by kendrick lamar 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: uh maybe like a white man at a club event but not anyone my age 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: not having the time to do anything 34. Most visited website: probably youtube 35. Moles: yikes i have a lot but the ones on my face are one of my left cheek near my philtrum and one on my left eyelid matching w jooheon :') 36. Marks: i have a birthmark on my left calf and a scar on my right knee from playing basketball 38. Hair color: black but the sun is turning it brown lmao 39. Long or short hair: eh its kinda long 40. Do you have a crush on someone: i used to but i found out she was straight so :/ 41. What do you like about yourself: my empathy 42. Piercings: only my left ear :'( im gonna repierce my right ear and get a second one on my left 43. Bloodtype: type o! 44. Nickname: uh w/o giving much abt my real name, my friends call me hoho sometimes 45. Relationship status: single :') 46. Zodiac: libra! 47. Pronouns: she/they 48. Favorite TV Show: not to be a weeb but im literally obsessed with kamisama hajimemashita 49. Tattoos: no but i wanna get them in the future!! 50. Right or left hand: right! 51. Surgery: uhhhhhh none 52. Hair dyed in different color: NO but i really wanna dye it a dusty pink so hopefully i get tht done soon 53. Sport: i used to be pretty good at basketball idk what happened i like volleyball and badminton tho 55. Vacation: i LOVE vietnam i wanna go back again 56. Pair of trainers: 2! a pair each nike and adidas MORE GENERAL 57. Eating: i jus ate my entire weight in pad thai 58. Drinking: uh rn? nothing 59. I’m about to: leave work! 61. Waiting for: monsta x’s first win (im leaving this here bc i agree) 62. Want: fishnet stockings and too faced peach palette 63. Get married: yea!! 64. Career: business! specifically marketing WHICH IS BETTER 65.Hugs or kisses: hugs bc kisses embarrass me 66. Lips or eyes: oh my godd i love both but i think i have a softer spot for eyes 😣 67. Shorter or taller: taller bc lets face it: im 5'1" i never get called to help grab anything 68. Older or younger: both are cool but bc im fairly young, older seems nice 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: nice arms, i dig big meaty claws 71. Sensitive or loud: sensitive bc im so easily startled 72. Hookup or relationship: relationship! 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: troublemaker i have enough reluctance in me for abt half the population HAVE YOU EVER: 74.Kissed a stranger: nah 75: Drank hard liquor: yea ive had a bit of whiskey, it was okay 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: YES it was terrible 77. Turned someone down: yea :/ sorry to the ppl ive turned down 78. Sex on the first date: this bussy is closed 79. Broken someone’s heart: idk maybe? 80. Had your heart broken: um by tht straight girl? maybe jus a bit 81. Been arrested: nah 82. Cried when someone died: oh most definitely 83. Fallen for a friend: uhh in the past yea DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 84. Yourself: i jus snorted in incredulity 85. Miracles: mm yea 86. Love at first sight: no i think love is much deeper than tht and it needs to be developed and understood from each side 87. Santa Claus: i never did 88. Kiss on the first date: yea sure why not 89. Angels: yes! OTHER: 90. Current best friend's name: i dont have one sole Best Friend™ i have multiple and i dont wanna reveal their name  91. Eye color: dark brown 92. Favorite movie: hmmm spirited away okay um im jus gonna tag 20 ppl tht i see often or their url jus stuck w me and im jus too shy to make friends @blossomkth @limechangkyun @hyunqvwon @glued-to-astro @chaerismatic @eggchen @userlessgirl @jessthedemigod @sonuwoo @hotseok @imwinwinswifey @ykhyun okay i give up im too lazy for this shit

#en speaks #okay it wont let me @ some of yall #but hey yall dont have to do this LMAO

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