#and they find out it’s been seven years for her and they’re just. boy howdy I feel Awful about that

[impossible-rat-babies]

eyrie losing their emotional support not wife in post-stormblood like boy howdy you didn’t know how much you relied on her huh

[bibbawrites]

I Want Your Midnights - Owen Joyner x Female Reader (SMUT - 18+)

Request: NONE 

Word Count: 2568 words

Summary: You bring your boyfriend Owen home for your family New Years party, which ends with you getting a little more than a New Years kiss 

Warnings: swearing, mentions of drinking, oral s*x (both male and female receiving), squirting, slight overstimulation 

A/N: this is literally just 2.5k words of self indulgent babble lol so this idea came into my mind and I couldn’t get it out, i know i should be working on requests but i just had to write this, sorry!  as i said, this is very self indulgent, the way new years is described is exactly how my family and our neighbours (who are close friends at this point lol) celebrate each year so i couldn’t help myself  sorry for any typos, its 4am lol  hope you enjoy it! 

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Every single year your family celebrated New Years Eve exactly the same way. 

Your neighbours across the road would set up a table and chairs on their driveway, and your family and your next door neighbours would head across the road for a barbeque and drinks under the stars, with the Christmas lights that covered the three houses shining in the darkness. 

And then after food the kids would always head inside to play a board game or battle it out on Just Dance, only stopping at midnight to watch the New Years fireworks go off and to run around with sparklers. 

That’s how New Years had been for as long as you could remember. Only this year, things were going to be slightly different. 

You were bringing Owen, your boyfriend of just over a year. You had celebrated New Years apart the year before, opting for a text to wish each other happy new year instead. 

But you’d been dating for over a year now, and you couldn’t wait for Owen to meet your friends and family, and have the chance to ring in the new year together. 

Owen pulled his truck into your parent’s driveway, parking before turning to you, his eyes full of anxiety. 

“You’ll be fine, they’re all gonna love you.” You assured him, grabbing onto his hand. He bit his lip. 

“There’s just so many people to remember.” He sighed slightly. “Give me a recap?” 

You nodded. 

“So you know my family’s names, right? Mum is Alice, Dad James, brothers Tom, Will and Lucas.” You said, and he nodded, so you continued. 

“Rose and Max own the house we’re going to, and their daughter is Sophie. Then our other neighbours, the ones next door, are Graham and Pam, and their daughters Violet and Bella. You’ve met Violet, she’s my best friend, remember?” Owen nodded again. 

“I think I’ll survive your family, it’s just everyone else I’m worried about.” He told you. You rubbed your thumb over the back of his hand. 

“It will be okay. I’ll make sure to introduce everyone when we get over there, okay?” You said, leaning across the car to press a soft kiss to his lips. “Now we should probably get inside and see if Mum needs help with anything.” 

You climbed out of his truck, walking around to his side of the car and waiting for him to hop out, grabbing onto his hand when he did. He locked his truck and with a last reassuring squeeze you were leading him around to the front of your house. 

“Do we knock?” He questioned as you reached the door. You giggled and shook your head. 

“Knock knock!” You called out, opening the front door. 

“It’s open.” Your mum’s voice called back from the kitchen. You led Owen down the hallway and into the kitchen, smiling widely when you saw your mum and dad stood behind the bench. 

“Look what the cat dragged in.” Your mum joked, and you dropped Owen’s hand to give her a quick hug, then your dad next. When you stepped back he grabbed onto you again. 

“Mum, Dad, this is my boyfriend Owen. Owen, this is my mum Alice, and my dad James.” You introduced. 

“It’s very nice to meet you sir and ma’am.” Owen smiled, and you squeezed his hand to reassure him. 

“Oh please, call us Alice and James dear. It’s so nice to meet you, I’ve heard so much about you I feel like I already know you.” Your mother laughed. “This one never shuts up about you.” 

You pouted. 

“Don’t expose me.” You said. Owen grinned. 

“It’s okay baby. if you asked my mum she’d say exactly the same thing.” He told you and you smiled up at him, before turning your attention back to your parents. 

“Is there anything you need taken across the road?” You asked and your dad nodded. 

“We were just about to take the chairs over, do you want to tell the boys and we’ll all head over now?” He suggested and you nodded, dragging Owen behind you as you went to find your three brothers. 

After introducing Owen to your brothers and collecting the chairs from your garage, the seven of you headed across the road to where your neighbours had already set up the table and barbeque. 

“Hello everyone!” Rose greeted from her spot next to the table with Sophie, as you made your way up the driveway. 

“Ooh we’ve got a ring in.” Max joked, coming over from his spot behind the barbeque. 

“This is my boyfriend Owen.” You introduced. “O, this is Rose and Max, and that’s Sophie.” You pointed to each one as you said their names. 

Owen waved shyly and Rose smiled. 

“Don’t be nervous, we’re all very nice.” She said and Owen smiled back. You placed your chairs down at the table, before turning to find your other neighbours heading up the driveway. 

Violet was the first to reach you, throwing her arms around you. 

“Hey friend!” She exclaimed as you hugged her back with one arm, your other hand linked tightly with Owen’s. She pulled away, grinning happily at your boyfriend. 

“Hey Owen it’s good to see you again.” She said, pulling him into a hug too. You giggled at the slightly shocked expression that covered his face for a few seconds before he hugged her back. 

“Nice seeing you too Violet.” He replied. She turned to her family. 

“This is Y/N’s boyfriend Owen. Owen this is my mum Pam, my dad Graham and my sister Bella.” She said. Owen smiled at them. 

“Howdy.” Graham greeted, while Pam and Bella just waved. 

“Now.” Your mum spoke up. “Should we get this party started?” 

Everyone settled in quickly, loud chatter filling the air as the sun went down. The three fathers headed over to the barbeque, Owen joining them tentatively, and you watched from your chair as your father handed him a beer and made sure to include him in the joking. You smiled, watching your boyfriend visibly relax which could have been because of the alcohol, but also could have been because of the fact that he could finally let go of the fear of being rejected by your friends and family. 

“So Y/N, how did you meet?” Rose questioned, drawing your attention back to the women who were sat around the table. 

“We met through a mutual friend, he was having a little halloween party and invited me and introduced me to Owen and we hit it off and started dating a few weeks later.” You explained. 

“When was that?” Pam asked. 

“Last year. We’ve been dating for a year and a month or so.” You told her. They all nodded. 

“He seems like a good one.” Your mother said and you smiled, looking over to where Owen was stood, laughing at a joke Max had made. 

“He is.” You agreed. “He’s a very good one.”  

The dinner part of the night went well, everyone loudly joking around. Owen had fitted in well, confidently adding to stories and asking questions, and you couldn’t help but smile at how perfect the situation was. 

After dinner, as per tradition, the kids of the three families headed inside, leaving the adults to sit and chat. You dragged Owen inside, sitting together on the couch as the younger kids decided what to play. 

“Why don’t we go back outside and play hide and seek?” Bella suggested and when everyone agreed you all headed back outside and down the driveway onto the road. 

“Oldest counts first.” Sophie said, and Violet groaned loudly before covering her eyes and beginning to count. You grabbed Owen’s hand, pulling him with you. 

“I have the perfect hiding spot.” You told him, dragging him up into your front yard and into a small space between your house and a large bushy tree that concealed the two of you perfectly. 

“You’re not scared of spiders, are you?” You questioned, and Owen’s eyes widened. 

“I’m scared of all bugs, you know this.” He exclaimed in a hushed voice. You pulled an apologetic face, before an idea popped into your head. 

“I know something that will keep your mind off it.” You said, before pulling his face down to kiss him passionately, slipping your tongue into his mouth. He groaned, pulling your body against his as he kissed you back, the two of you lost in your own little world. 

“Ew oh my god, get a room!” Violet’s voice came and you and Owen jumped apart quickly. 

“Shut up.” You replied and Violet laughed. 

“Whatever. Found you, go join the other losers in the street.” 

Midnight finally came around after hours of running around, playing Lego Rock Band on Xbox, and playing the family friendly version of Cards Against Humanity. 

Everyone regathered in the living room, watching as the timer on the tv counted down, and you all joined in noisily. 

“5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Happy New Year!” You all cheered, and you grinned as Owen pulled you in to a soft kiss. 

“Happy New Year O.” You mumbled against his lips. He smiled as he pulled away. 

“Happy New Year.” He replied. 

After exchanging well wishes with everyone you decided to head home, accepting your mother’s offer of staying the night in your childhood room. 

You watched as Owen pulled his clothes off, leaving him in just his boxer briefs. 

“Happy new year indeed.” You joked, your eyes raking his body. He blushed, stepping closer to you. 

“Your turn.” He whispered, pulling on your dress and helping you take it off, leaving the two of you stood in just your underwear. 

“Does your door lock?” Owen questioned softly, reaching out to run a hand down your side. You swallowed as you shook your head. He made a sound in disappointment. 

“Guess we’ll just have to be careful then.” He said, closing the gap between you and lifting you up to kiss you. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he spun around, placing you down onto your bed and climbing on top of you, reconnecting your lips. 

You ran your hands through his long hair, scratching slightly on his scalp, causing him to moan into your mouth. He grinded his hips down into yours, causing you both to gasp at the contact, your kiss getting steamier by the second.

Owen broke the kiss, panting slightly. 

“We don’t have a condom.”  He muttered.

“That’s okay.” You kissed him softly. “We can improvise.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“Oh yeah?” He questioned. You nodded, pushing him off you and forcing him to lay back on your bed. You palmed his dick through his underwear and he groaned.

“Fuck Y/N.” He muttered. You shushed him.

“Don’t want to be caught, do we?” You said, before pulling at his underwear, letting his dick spring free.

Owen moaned as you lent down, licking a single line up his dick, swirling your tongue around the tip.

“Make sure you’re quiet for me baby.” You instructed, before taking his dick in your mouth, putting as much in as you could without choking and wrapping your hand around the remaining part. Owen’s hands tangled in your hair as you bobbed your head, licking and sucking on his dick and occasionally scraping your teeth gently along it to hear his shaky gasp.

“I’m close baby.” Owen warned eventually and you tapped on his thigh to let him know it was okay for him to cum, a signal you had been using since the first time you messed around with each other. You continued to bob your head, humming against his dick which was all he needed to tumble over the edge, his hot cum filling your mouth as he moaned into your pillow to stay quiet. After working him through his orgasm you pulled off his dick with a satisfying pop, before swallowing his cum and leaning down to kiss him.

“Your turn.” He instructed once you broke apart from the kiss, flipping you over so that you were laying on the bed. He quickly undid your bra, throwing it to the floor before kissing his way down your chest, pulling one of your nipples into his mouth. You bit your lip to hold back a moan as his tongue flicked at your sensitive nipple. He pulled away, before repeating the same actions with your other nipple, and once he was satisfied he began kissing his way down your abdomen, stopping only to pull your panties off.

He spread your legs before making himself comfortable between them. He lent down, sucking a hickie into both of your inner thighs.

“Owen.” You moaned quietly and he grinned up at you.

“That’s it baby, you ready?” He asked and you nodded.

“Please.” You said, your tone verging on begging.

He grinned again, before burying his face in your pussy, his tongue flicking at your clit as you bit into your pillow to stay quiet.

“Delicious.” He commented cheekily, before slipping his tongue inside you, his hand coming up to massage your clit as he tongue fucked you.

“If you keep doing that I won’t last.” You warned and he ignored you, his tongue flicking faster.

“Owen.” You groaned, as he moved his mouth back to your clit, sucking it into his mouth. “I’m gonna...”

You were cut off by your orgasm shaking your body, moaning quietly into the pillow.

Owen looked up at you, giving you a cheeky look before continuing his assault on your now extremely sensitive clit.

“Owen what are you doing?” You questioned shakily. He laughed, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your body.

“Helping you start the new year right.” He explained before returning his attention to your pussy, his tongue flicking at your clit once more.

It didn’t take long for the familiar feeling of your orgasm to reappear, and you warned Owen quickly, gasping when he sucked your clit back into his mouth as a response.

Your orgasm hit quickly, and to both of your shock you squirted all over Owen’s face. He pulled away, staring at you in shock.

“Holy fuck.” He said after a moment. Too exhausted to reply you just nodded.

“Fuck.” Was all you could get out. Owen grinned.

“I didn’t know I could make her squirt.” He muttered, mostly to himself, as he grabbed one of the towels your mother had left out for the two of you to use in the morning, wiping his face and chest with it, before heading back to you.

“You okay baby?” He questioned, wiping your thighs that were covered in liquid from when you squirted.

“Yeah just exhausted.” You said, letting Owen clean you up.

Once he was done he grabbed your underwear from the floor and helped you pull it back on before offering you his shirt he had been wearing, which you accepted sleepily. He pulled his boxer briefs on before pulling back the covers of your bed and helping you in, climbing in next to you.

You yawned, snuggling into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Happy new year O, I love you.” You whispered.

“Happy new year, I love you too.” He replied, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

You snuggled closer and not long after that you found yourself falling asleep, ready for another new year with your amazing boyfriend.

[nikxation]

If You Give a Mothman a Loan

Huge thank you to @birdgirlamp for commissioning me to write a fic by donating to WHO (if you want more information, see this post). Sorry it took so long to get this out, but here it is! Hope you enjoy!

Word count: 2359

Characters: Stanford Pines (pre- and post-portal), Fiddleford McGucket (pre-portal), Wendy Corduroy (post-portal... obviously)

~ ~ ~

It’s three months into Fiddleford’s stay in Gravity Falls, and the skeleton in the closet (or the portal in the basement) is slowly looking less and less like just a bundle of messy wires and half-finished structural supports and more like the behemoth of a machine it’s meant to be. The raw stock for the exterior plating should be here any day now, the first of the two power transfer beams is online, and every day is another day closer to their end-goal.

He’ll hand it to Stanford Pines, this is some of their best work yet.

He still remembers the day he arrived and Ford showed him the initial drafts. He’d thought the size was overkill, that the hollowed-out basement beneath the house would just become a room with decent acoustics for him to practice his banjo playing away from his old college roommate while the real machine was built somewhere less cold and damp.

Boy howdy was he wrong.

Now, every time he walks in the room, he feels the thing like the presence it is, towering stories tall, looming over him in a way that he would almost consider menacing if it weren’t for the fact that it’s just a machine.

He’s got blueprints and prototyped miniatures of literal death bots.

So why would the interdimensional portal in the basement put him on edge?

It shouldn’t.

So he shakes the thought away and gets back to work.

An unsuccessful system test led to the time-shift circuit on motherboard seven incinerating again. If he were the kind of man to actually keep count (which he certainly is), he’d know it’s the fourth time in the past week this same part has crapped out on them.

It’s also the reason he’s gonna finally stop out-sourcing these parts and just start making them in-house from now on. He’s about sick of replacing them every five minutes.

That’s what brings Fiddleford to where he is now, with his upper body shoved halfway inside the portal’s support structure and crammed between God knows how many electrical components. His arms have just started to cramp in their rather unnatural position as he pries at the burnt-out part to replace it with a newer one that will hopefully hold out against the power output better than its predecessor.

Ford’s sitting in the control room, supposedly running through some of the math again to double-check that they didn’t miss anything.

The “supposedly” is only because, for the past twenty minutes, the man has been prattling on like Fiddleford’s grandma at Sunday family brunch. He can only hear the occasional snippet from his position (quite literally) inside the portal, and as far as he can tell, he thinks he’s talking about either his most recent research outing, or something about preacher scouting. He wants to lean towards the former, but with the new stories he’s found about a so-called “velocipastor”, he can’t rule out the latter. Either way, the man hasn’t stopped talking long enough to breathe, let alone re-run equations that use relative space-time physics with integrated fourth dimensional calculus.

Fiddleford just doesn’t have the heart to tell him that he really can’t hear him.

He snaps the ribbon cable off the still-smoking component (after the first time it blew, he learned to bring heat-resistant gloves in here with him) and is rather glad to see it’s still intact. Rewiring is a day-long project he’s glad to not have to do again. He maneuvers his hand back out into open air and tosses the old piece somewhere into the room before getting to work mounting the new one.

Ford’s voice echoes from the next room over.

“… extra funds… exploring… investing for…”

Bolting the circuit down turns out to be easier the fifth time he has to do it, and he’s about to start running a simple, probably non-exploding test to make sure the new part is integrated correctly when he hears—

“… so I gave Mothman a thousand dollars…”

And that, of all things, stops Fiddleford in his tracks.

“Come again?” he yells. He had to have misheard because he swears he just heard the man say—

“I ran into Mothman in the woods yesterday,” Ford says, all too nonchalantly, “and they told me they were starting up a small business and needed an investment, so I gave them a thousand dollars from my excess funds with a verbal agreement that they would pay me back within the year.”

… So he didn’t mishear him, that’s for darn sure.

The fact that the Mothman is real is surely weird enough. But he’s lived in Gravity Falls (and known Stanford Pines) for long enough that it doesn’t really surprise him too much. No, that’s not the part that brings him to wiggle himself out of his position inside the portal’s underbelly just enough so that he can meet Ford’s eyes in the other room.

“You gave Mothman… a thousand dollars…” Fiddleford says slowly.

“To help kickstart their new business, yes.” It’s so casual, like he doesn’t even register the inherent absurdity in what he’s saying.

“And that business is?”

“Mothballs.”

“Stanford!”

“What?”

“That’s the stupidest scam I’ve ever heard.”

Ford sputters, his face aghast for a moment. “I did not get scammed by Mothman!”

“You did.”

“Did not.”

“Do you even know what mothballs are for?”

He pauses, his mouth snapping shut, his face turning the slightest shade of red. Fiddleford can see it from the next room over. “No. I always assumed they were some biproduct created by moths during reproduction or something.” Fiddleford lets his head fall back, bonking on a bar of the steel framework behind him.

“Stanford, they repel moths,” he says. “You just let a bunch of moths convince you they’re starting a business making the thing they hate. That’s stupider than the time my neighbor tried to convince me his cat could see God. And you have three PhDs!”

“Four now,” he says quietly, and Fiddleford levels him with a single raised eyebrow.

“You’re gonna go back, find that over-glorified insect, and get our money back. Or so help me, I will never do another grocery run for as long as I live here.”

“Oh come now, that’s hardly fair. You know I hate going into town.”

“Then you better hurry along and find him.”

“You honestly believe the actual Mothman is pulling a con.”

“People lie, Stanford,” he says, finally ducking himself back into the machine to finally run the diagnostic on the new circuit. “Even cryptids and aliens probably from another dimension.”

There’s a moment of silence, but it’s broken a few moments later by the sound of a chair scuffing on the floor and footsteps ascending the wooden stairs out of the basement.

Fiddleford snorts, shaking his head and getting back to work.

~ ~ ~

“So, like, the Mothman,” Wendy says, keeping pace next to him as they make their way back into the woods, the sun’s last rays just starting to slip behind the trees. “The actual Mothman. He’s real?”

“As real as any of the other anomalies in this town,” Ford says, adjusting the strap of the bag slung over his shoulder. He’d heard the cryptid had come back into town again shortly after Wierdmageddon, and after his first attempt at getting his money back a few weeks back (second if you count that time over three decades ago) went sour, he decided to bring back-up this time. But with Stan still out of commission and the kids rightly wanting to stay with him, he was hard-pressed for options. That is until the cashier girl piped up and said she’d do it for ten percent of whatever they recovered.

Ford negotiated her down to eight and a half. She drives a hard bargain; he can see why Stan hired her.

“Dude, that’s sick,” she says.

“I mean, I hardly think they’re ill or anything,” Ford says. “As fast as their moths die off, they re-introduce new ones to the population through some sort of reproductive mitosis—”

“Nah dude, it’s a phrase,” she cuts him off. “Means, like, ‘that’s awesome’.”

“Ah, alright.” Ford pauses to check the anomaly scanner on his watch, the little white blip flashing on the screen. “I’ve never been exceptionally ‘with it’ when it comes to slang, so you’ll have to pardon my misunderstanding.”

“You’re fine, Dr. Pines,” she says. She kicks a loose rock off into the brush. “I’m pretty sure Stan doesn’t understand half of what I say either.” Ford hums an affirmative, intently watching the small blip on his watch, confirming that it is, in fact, slowly moving in their direction. After a few seconds, he drops the bag he’s been carrying with a thwump, a bit of dust swirling up from the dirt.

“We’re going to set up the trap right here,” he says. “We have probably ten minutes until the Mothman comes through here, so we’ll need to act quickly.”

“You got it boss-man.”

It’s a fairly simple net trap, one that they make short work of assembling. Ford had already built the majority of it to bring out here, including a magic-imbued mosquito net that should contain the Mothman’s consciousness so long as they catch the majority of their moths.

He made that mistake last time, the Mothman managing to escape in the couple moths that his trap missed.

“So, you really were in, like, a different dimension for a bunch of years, right?” Wendy asks as she spreads some leaves and twigs over the net.

“Multiple dimensions,” he says as he carefully sets the trap’s trigger pole. “I travelled through thousands of them in my thirty years away from this one.”

“Dude, that’s nuts.”

“It was… pretty sick,” he says, shooting her a wry grin. Wendy groans.

“Well,” she says, “you just confirmed for me that I was right to never teach Stan slang, so thanks for that I guess.”

“Glad to help.” With the trap finally set and ready to go, he pulls the last item out of the bag: the bait, which he flicks on and gently sets down against the trigger.

“That’s a flashlight,” Wendy says, the statement almost a question.

“Indeed, it is.”

“Is it, like,” she says, waving her hands slightly, “I don’t know, magic or something?”

“Nope,” he says, backing off and giving the trap one last look-over. He has to hand it to the girl, she knew what she was doing.

“You’re serious?”

“Entirely,” he says. “It doesn’t take much to attract them. Back in the eighties, they used to hang around streetlamps and windows all the time. It’s a wonder they’re still considered a cryptid considering how blatantly out in the open they—”

He hears the tell-tale sound of fluttering insect wings, not too far off, but loud enough to make him pause. He glances in the direction and then down at his watch, the blip on the screen almost on top of them. Quickly, he motions to Wendy to hide and then does the same himself, crouching behind the nearest tree and peering around the side to watch.

It’s rather quiet for a few moments, the darkness starting to settle into the pines, the lit flashlight a lone beacon, just the sound of the pine needles whistling in the breeze and the far-off humming of the approaching cryptid. But that low hum gradually gets louder, turning to a white drone of hundreds of small wings beating in tandem.

A familiar dark shape emerges from the underbrush. Humanoid, but just barely. Ten-feet tall with two enormous wings sprouting from its back, two large yellow eyes reflecting the scattered light of the flashlight in the clearing. Their entire shape feels blurred at the edges, like someone drew a line of charcoal and smudged it, the hundreds of moths that make up their body shifting and moving amongst each other in a din of small beating wings.

The Mothman.

Ford hates to admit that the thought still sends an excited shiver up his spine.

They emerge into the clearing, glancing around and taking an immediate interest in the flashlight lying on the ground. They approach it slowly, cautiously, glancing around as if waiting for the ambush, eventually making it onto the net before moving to bend down to pick up the flashlight.

They stop.

Ford holds his breath.

“Stanford Pines,” a voice says, the sound a high whine broken up and mixed with soft clicking. The Mothman stands back upright, snapping its eyes right in his direction. Immediately, Ford’s mind starts swirling with potential fallback options to try to turn this in their favor. “Surprised you’re still alive after last week. Really think we’re stupid enough to fall for—”

“Suck mothballs, lamp licker!” Wendy screams from across the clearing, the Mothman whipping around just as a projectile of some sort (is that an axe?) flies out of the underbrush and hits the trap’s trigger dead-on, sending the net shooting upwards and capturing almost all of the moths above it. A shrill screech fills the air from the now-dangling mass of moths, but Ford is too busy gaping at the cashier girl as she emerges from her hiding spot.

“Nice shot, Wendy!” he beams, shaking off the shock and coming out to join her on either side of the now-enraged Mothman. She shrugs, retrieving the axe from off the ground and sliding it back into her belt loop behind her back.

“No biggie. My dad enters me into the annual axe-throwing competition every year. I’ve won the last 5 in a row.” Ford, having not known anything about this girl before today, is rather stunned. He certainly was not expecting that from the teen, let alone the nonchalance over it. “But anywho,” she says, turning her attention to the writhing mass in front of them. “About that money…”

~ ~ ~

About two hours after they left, Ford and Wendy arrive back at the Mystery Shack, Ford heading to the back of the house to find Stan and the kids, Wendy collecting her things and heading back out to go home, a crisp one-hundred dollar bill tucked into her pocket.

[you-a-southpaw-doll]

His Salvation ~ A John Winchester One-Shot

Summary: Based on SPN, S1, E21 “Salvation”. John gets threatened by Meg the demon if he doesn’t give the Colt to her. Meg threatens him, and harms Leigh while still on the phone. John tricks Meg by handing over a fake Colt. John, thinking Leigh (who’s the only woman to help him with hunting, with the boys, with coping with the loss of Mary, and also the woman he loves) is dead, goes to give Meg the Colt. On the way there, he gets a call from the hospital saying his wife has been involved in an accident. It takes him a minute to realize that Leigh’s actually alive since their secret code was to call each other husband and wife if they ever got in trouble. The search for the demon that killed Mary is put on hold. There’s never the car crash that happens at the end of S1, so John doesn’t need to make a deal with the yellow-eyed demon to save Dean. 

Warning(s): Language. Angst. Threats - spoken, unspoken, well known, good,  and bad. Violence. Fluff. Leigh’s a badass. Not beta’d, so...there’s that. I only have Grammarly used on this. 

Author’s Note(s): Hey, y’all! I know it’s been a really long, hot minute since I last posted an update. Writer’s block is an absolute demon. Depression too. And with everything else going on this year, it’s just been crazy! But, here’s a John Winchester One-Shot! If I get enough feedback for it, I’ll do a part 2! But y’all gotta let me know! Hope everyone’s staying safe, staying negative from COVID, and that y’all have a Happy Holiday season! As always, I’m here, so feel free to reach out! 

Word Count: 3,828 words

Relationship(s): John Winchester x Leigh Sullivan (OFC) [romantic]. 

Characters: John Winchester. Leigh Sullivan (OFC). Dean Winchester. Sam Winchester. Demon!Meg. Mary Winchester (Mentioned).

Taglist: @negans-network @prettyboynegan @mychemicalimagines @spnnnxangelsx @rockinkel21 @misskittycat02 @band--psycho@ofxallxwexlost @iron-halt @thamberlinawrites @ravenwings73 @lettherebepink @stoneyggirl @sebs-padawan @cladd716

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Story Time:

John’s P.O.V. ~ Salvation, Iowa - 2006

“Meg.” Sam says into his phone, shock lacing his voice.

My head jerks up from where I’d had it resting in my hands after arguing with the boys, well Dean really, ‘bout them not being able to get me to answer the phone. I know I suck at phone calls. To be honest, I really can’t stand phones...they’re just too confusing for my 51-year-old ass, even if you’d never know that’s how old I am since I look like I’m in my late 30s, maybe late 40s. 

I’d much rather use a landline than a cell phone. It’s a miracle the ones I do have even stay charged. I have Leigh to thank for that. She’s been my saving grace, my salvation for well over two and a half decades. Hell, maybe even longer than that. She helped me raise the boys after my wife, Mary, died when Sammy was six months old, even though she was just barely outta her teenage years herself.

She was 15 when we first met 25 years ago and she became Dean’s babysitter and later Sammy’s. After Mary died, Leigh was right there, willing to help me with the boys as I set out on the mission to find Mary’s killer. I’d never wanted to get her dragged into the lifestyle of a Hunter, but she insisted, saying someone needed to help take care of the boys.

And...after rescuing her when her parents were killed by a werewolf a few years later, she stuck ‘round even more. By that point, she was 22, and made it clear she was an adult and could do whatever she wanted which just so happened to stick with the boys and I. So, I did what I had to, and we learned the ropes of being a Hunter together.

After Sam went to college a few years ago, it was just Dean, Leigh, and I. We continued on hunting. Sometimes, Dean would go on his own hunts, but Leigh would always stick right by my side, hunting with me. Somewhere around the time that Dean was in high school, Leigh and I ended up together.

I was hesitant at first, considering I’d known her since she was a teenager, but she pointed out that she was only 10 years younger than me and had always had a crush on me. So, after a rough hunt and a night of patching each other up, we’d fallen into bed together. From that point on, we were together. 

The boys approved even if Dean had been a little hesitant at first; he didn’t want anyone to take his mom’s place. No one would ever take Mary’s place, but there was no denying the role Leigh had in all of our lives. She’d been the one to calm me down after Sam left for college, something I’d always wanted for my boys, but after being a Hunter for so long, I was only worried ‘bout their safety.

That was why I didn’t want Sam to go to California, to Stanford. I felt if he were there, I wouldn’t be able to protect him as easily from the things that go bump in the night. But, Leigh calmed me down, telling me that Sam was an adult now, and could make his own choices as well as being able to protect himself since we’d taught the boys a lot of what we knew.

The only reason Leigh’s not here, with us, with me, is because she went to see our friend and fellow Hunter, Caleb up in Lincoln, Nebraska, and help him with a case. The boys and I are working a lead that, hopefully, brings us closer to finding Yellow Eyes, the man, well, the demon responsible for Mary’s death. 

Both Dean and I stare at Sam as we listen to his conversation with Meg. A woman who’d befriended Sam when he and Dean had a spat outside of a small town in Indiana a while back. She made her true colors show when she’d tried to have them killed. Only...she ended up falling out of a seven-story window.

There’s no way a human could’ve survived a fall like which means...she’s not human...she must be...fuck. She’s a demon. I get pulled outta my thoughts when I hear Sam’s voice and feel his eyes on me.

“My dad. I don’t know where my dad is.” He says.

I raise a brow, running a hand over my face and letting out a sigh. I stand and walk over to the motel window, looking out of  it for a moment before turning back to Sam in time to see him holding his phone out to me. I sigh again and take it.

“This is John.” I say, my voice deep and empty of any emotions.

“Howdy, John. I'm Meg. I'm a friend of your boys. I'm also the one who watched Jim Murphy choke on his own blood…”

My heart tightens in my chest at her words. Jim was a close friend, fellow Hunter, and a priest. He was also murdered yesterday. I found out from Caleb when the boys and I were heading up here to Salvation, Iowa. Jim’s death...hit hard. It wasn’t ideal to get close to anyone, not in our line of work, but sometimes it couldn’t be helped.

“...Still there John-boy?” Meg’s voice cuts through the phone again.

“I’m here.” I ground out.

“Well, that was yesterday. Today, I’m in Lincoln.” 

My heart tightens again.

“Visiting another old friend of yours.” 

My lungs stop working. 

“She wants to say hi.”

My knees nearly buckle as my stomach drops to my chest. No. No. God-fuckin’-dammit! No! I take in a breath, trying not to give away the turmoil currently going on inside me. ‘Specially not when I hear her voice through the phone. 

“John, whatever you do don’t give…”

I hear Meg shush Leigh and my heart breaks. 

“Leigh?” I let out in a deep breath, trying my best to keep my emotions from being relayed to Meg.

The boys both jerk their heads up and look at me, worry and confusion on their faces. I blink and close my eyes for a second.

“You listen to me.” I tell Meg. “She’s got nothing to do with anything. You let her go.”

“We know you have the Colt, John.” Meg replies, her voice even.

“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ ‘bout.”

“Oh. Ok. Well, listen to this.”

My brows furrow and a moment later, my whole world comes crashing down. The sound of a knife or something equally sharp slashing through something followed by the sound of Leigh gasping and clearing drowning in her own blood fills the phone. I slump against the wall, my knees barely holding me up at this point.

“Leigh. Leigh!” I somehow manage to yell, nearly crushing the phone against the side of my face.

“Save the boys, husband.” I hear the love of my life croak out as she bleeds to death.

My heart breaks at the title, something I’d dreamt ‘bout hearing her call me for the last few years, but hadn’t happened, and was really just our code word we’d use when we were in a tough situation and wanted to let each other know everything was gonna be ok. Except. This time. It wouldn’t be ok. 

Not as I hear the sounds from Leigh slow.

“You hear that?” Meg taunts. “That’s the sound of your friend dying. Now, let’s try this again. We know you have the Colt, John. Word travels fast. So, as far as we’re concerned, you just declared war. And this is what war looks like. It has casualties.”

I growl. “I’m gonna kill you. You know that?”

She laughs. “Oh, John, please. Mind your blood pressure. So, this is the thing. We’re going to keep doing what we’re doing. And your friends, anyone who has ever helped you, gave you shelter, anyone you ever loved. They’ll all die. Unless you give us that gun.”

I take in a deep breath, not saying a word as I listen to her words and try my damndest to hear any sign from Leigh. Something to tell me she’s still alive. But I know...I know it’s not possible. Leigh’s dead. The love of my life. The first woman I’ve let myself love since Mary. The woman who helped raise my sons.

The badass woman who I was gonna ask to marry me once I’d ganked the evil son of a bitch that killed Mary. The only woman who had somehow broken down all the walls I’d built up. She was dead and I’d failed her. Failed to protect her. Failed to...fuck. I’d failed her. And I couldn’t fail her anymore by letting Meg and her demon friends kill more of mine and Leigh’s friends or any other innocent person.

“I’m waiting, Johnny.” Meg says. “Better answer before the buzzer.”

“Okay.” I sigh.

“Sorry? I didn’t quite get that.”

“I said okay. I’ll bring you the Colt.”

                                                             ***

Leigh’s P.O.V. ~ Lincoln, Nebraska

After Meg slit my throat, and I managed to croak out a few words to John, everything got darker with each passing second. By the time Meg hung up the phone with John, I’m barely holding on. I can feel my heart barely beating and breathing is almost impossible, but I refuse to give up. I refuse to die like this.

So, I make it seem like I had. This ain’t the first time I’ve faked my death. But it is the first time I’ve faked it while being alone. Meg being in the room doesn’t count. I mean being alone by not having the Winchesters nearby. Just barely holding on, I hold my breath and keep my eyes open, staring right at Meg.

I want her to think I’m dead and for her to stare right into my eyes as she does. I watch, not moving, not blinking, barely conscious, as she tosses the phone on my lap, and sneers at me.

“What the hell are you looking at?” She hisses before walking outta Caleb’s office.

I wait for a solid 15 seconds, even though it feels like an eternity, to make sure she’s truly gone before I force my thumb to press five buttons on my phone, hoping it’s right. A second later, I hear the call connect as it starts ringing, the noise amplified by the speaker. Another second passes before I hear the call truly connect.

“911. What’s your emergency?” The operator asks.

“Ambulance.” I croak out. “Now. Please.”

“Ma’am? I’m sorry. I need you to repeat that. Can you speak up?”

“Ambulance. Now.” I try to say louder.

“Ma’am? What’s your location?”

I try to get the address to Caleb’s out, only hoping the operator can make sense of it. I know my GPS is turned on, so hopefully, she can trace it. 

“Ambulance.” I manage to get out once more.

It’s a miracle I’ve managed to hang on this long, let alone get this much out. But, of course, every miracle ends at some point. As soon as I get the word, everything goes black.

                                                            ***

I come to, briefly, to bright lights, loud noises, and a bunch of people standing over me. 

“My husband. John Winchester. Call him.” I say, hoping it’s loud ‘nough.

One of the people standing over me says something, but I don’t hear him. Everything goes dark again as I pass out again.

                                                            ***

John’s P.O.V. ~ Lincoln, Nebraska

Getting outta my truck, I answer my phone without looking at the caller ID. I don’t care who’s calling me. Not anymore. Everything’s numb. Yes, I have my sons, but for the second time in my life, I’ve lost the woman I love. The boys warned me that this was a suicide mission. There’s only one reason Meg would want me to come alone with the Colt, but I told them I didn’t care. 

Sam looked at me with understanding in his eyes since he knew what I was going through from where he’d lost his girlfriend, Jess, a few months ago. Dean tried to argue with me, but I just gave him a look and he shut up. We arranged for me to bring Mega a fake version of the Colt in order to buy the boys some time so they could finish out the hunt and finally kill Yellow Eyes, once and for all.

I flip the phone open and press it to my ear as I stare up at the warehouse where I’m supposed to be meeting Meg.

“What?” I say into the phone.

“Is this John Winchester?” The man on the other end says, making me tense up.

“Yes. Who is this and how did you get this number?”

“Your wife. Your contact was in her phone.”

I furrow my brow. “My wife?”

“Yes, sir. Your wife. I’m sorry to tell you that she’s been attacked, but she’s at Bryan Medical Center West Campus.”

“Wait. What? My wife? Attacked? She’s alive?”

“Yes, sir. She is. She’s in surgery now.”

“I’ll be there soon!” 

With that, I hang up my phone, feeling my heart beat faster in my chest.

“She’s alive.” I whisper to myself. “My fuckin’ badass girl. She’s alive.”

I glance around, spot a water tower on the roof of the warehouse, and after checking my pockets for the rosary beads, I head up there. I bless the water, turning it into holy water. If Meg’s a demon, she’s gonna fuckin’ pay even more for what she put my girl through. After blessing the water, I head inside the warehouse.

I make my way to one of the large, empty rooms, knowing that’s where Meg’ll be. Guess I’m early. She’s not here yet. Fuck. I just want to get this over with. Looking around, I realize I can rig something up to put the water lines on a makeshift timer. So, I do. Then, I scrawl out a note, telling Meg how sorry I am I missed her, even though it’s not true, and that I hope she rots in hell. 

That part’s true. 

Once I have the note written and the timer set up, I lay the Colt on the floor with the note, and then book it back to my truck. Even if this isn’t how I wanted things to go with Meg, I don’t give a shit. Even though I haven’t slept in two days, and am running off of straight caffeine, I don’t give a shit. Leigh’s alive, and I’m not gonna waste another minute not by her side.

I tear outta the warehouse parking lot, rushing to the hospital. As I drive, I call Dean.

“Dad?” He asks. “How’d it go with Meg?”

“She’s alive.” I blurt out, talking ‘bout Leigh.

“Meg? You left her alive?!”

“No! I didn’t see her. Something came up. I left her a note. She might come for y’all…”

“Left her a note? Why? What came up?”

“I got a call from the hospital. Leigh...Dean...Leigh’s alive.”

“She is?!?! What? How?”

“Yes. She is. So, I’m heading to the hospital. I’ve got to be by her side. But. I wanted to let you know. In case Meg shows up.”

“We’ll keep an eye out for her, dad. Don’t worry. You stay with Leigh. We’ll come as soon as we’re done here.”

“Thanks, son.”

Our conversation ends a few moments later. I pull into a parking spot at the hospital a few minutes later. As soon as I’m parked, I have the keys outta ignition and in my pocket as I rush outta the truck and into the hospital. I take a deep breath once I’m inside, trying to calm my nerves. The last thing I need is to appear even more outta it than I already am.

I run my fingers through my already messed up hair and then down my face, taking another deep breath in. When I’m done, I walk over to the nurse’s station.

“Excuse me, miss?” I say in what I hope is a soft, non-shaky tone.

The young nurse looks up from her computer. I give her a small smile.

“Yes, sir?” She asks, blushing a little.

“Hi. I got a call. My wife...she was attacked...they said she was here?”

“Wife? What’s her name?” Her fingers resting on her keyboard.

“Leigh Sullivan.”

She nods and quickly types my girl’s name into the computer. Whatever she sees on the screen has her eyes widening more than the Grand Canyon. My heart falls deeper into the pit of my stomach. 

“What? What is it?” I ask, my fingers gripping the edge of the counter so tight that my knuckles turn white.

“Nothing, sir. I just...your wife, sir…” She starts.

I swallow deeply, expecting the worst. “Yes?”

She looks up at me. “Sir, your wife is one of the most badass women I’ve ever heard of. To survive having her throat slit and still making a 911 call? I respect her.”

I let out a deep breath. “So she’s still alive?”

“Oh! Yes. I’m sorry. She is. She’s outta surgery now too.”

“Thank fuck. Can you tell me what room? I got a badass woman to see and tell her she’s loved.”

The nurse smiles. “Of course, sir. She’s in room 214.”

“Thank you.” 

I give her another smile and then head to room 214. Standing in front of the door, I urge myself to try and calm down. The last thing Leigh needs is to see me panicking. Slowly, I open the door and step inside. As my eyes adjust to the darkness of the room, I take everything in. The Hunter in me looks for anything unusual.

Seeing nothing outta the ordinary, the normal part of me focuses on the figure lying in the hospital bed. My heart breaks as my feet shuffle forward. Leigh’s lying there, hooked up to a bunch of different machines with a thick band of gauze ‘round her neck. Aside from that, she looks like she’s peaceful, almost as if she’s just sleeping.

I slump down in the chair next to her side, and immediately take her small hand in both of my much larger ones. Bringing it to my lips, I kiss her knuckles, not paying attention to the tears rolling down my cheeks. It’s been years since I’ve cried. I haven’t allowed myself that luxury. But now...I can’t stop it.

I don’t want to. I thought I’d lost Leigh, but my girl...she’s a fuckin’ fighter. I hold her hand tightly, not wanting to let go.

“Leigh? Baby, I’m here.” I tell her, my voice shaky and full of emotions. “Wake up for me? I wanna see those beautiful eyes, that stunning smile, and hear you tell me that I’m a fuckin’ dumbass. So, wake up? For me? Please?”

When she doesn’t respond, I place another kiss to her knuckles. I didn’t really expect her to wake up. Not right now at least. She’s been through hell. She needs her rest. Hell, I need my own rest too, and I end up falling asleep in an uncomfortable hospital chair, Leigh’s hand in mine, and my head by her hip.

                                                            ***

Over the next week, I stay by Leigh’s side. The boys eventually show up a couple of days later, looking just as exhausted as I do. Dean tells me that he killed Meg, says it was payback for what she’d done to Leigh. Sam stays by Leigh’s side, holding her other hand. Four days after the attack, Dean looks at me.

“Dad?” He starts.

I look up at him. “Hmmm?”

“You should go shower, get something to eat, get some actual sleep.”

“I’m not leaving her, Dean.”

“I know, Dad. But, you need to take care of yourself. You haven’t really been sleeping, and I know for a fact that you haven’t taken a shower in nearly a week. You’re starting to stink. We both know that Leigh wouldn’t want to see you like this.”

I sigh. “I’ll take a shower in the bathroom there.” I point to the bathroom attached to Leigh’s hospital room. “Can you go get my bag from my truck? The one with the clothes, not the guns.”

Dean nods. “I’ll do that. And I’ll run out and get some food too, while you shower. Sammy can stay with Leigh.”

I run a hand over my face, nodding. “Fine. But I won’t take a long shower. I don’t...I just gotta be here when she wakes up.”

Both of my boys nod in understanding. Dean leaves the room while I stand and look at Sam.

“I won’t leave her side, Dad. Go shower. You stink worse than that hunt we were on when all the showers in the town stopped working ‘cause of the monster.” He says.

Unable to stop the small, soft chuckle that escapes my lips at his words, I nod. I lay a hand on his shoulder, a silent gesture of comfort before I lean down and place a soft kiss on Leigh’s forehead. 

“I’ll be right back, baby. Your old man’s gotta go get cleaned up so you don’t ditch his ass when you wake up.” I whisper, half jokingly.

She doesn’t respond, but I don’t let it crush my hopes. Not any more than they’ve already been crushed. I make my way to the bathroom, and turn the shower on. While I’m in there, Dean cracks the door.

“Dad? I’m putting your bag by the door here.” He says.

“Thanks, son.” I call out as I wash my hair and beard.

He just let out a grunt in response and the door shuts once again. Dean’s always been more of the silent type unless he’s being a smart ass, but when it comes to him hurting, he’s always been more silent instead of letting his emotions completely show. After I’m as cleaned up as I can be in a hospital shower, I step out, dry off, and tug on a pair of semi-clean jeans, an old tee, and one of my plaid button-up shirts that Leigh loves the most.

I open the bathroom door and glance toward the bed. I see beautiful hazel eyes staring back at me.

“Leigh.” I rush over to her side. 

I lean down and gently capture her lips with mine. After a few seconds, I pull away and look into her eyes. 

“I love you, Leigh.” I whisper.

She smiles slightly with droopy eyes. Even when she’s like this, she’s so fuckin’ beautiful. 

“You don’t have to say anything but I wanted you to know.” I smile widely. “I’ll say it forever if you’ll let me. Get some more sleep. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

I kiss her forehead as her eyes close. Yep. I’m definitely proposing soon.

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November 2020: A Months of Familiarity

This November ended up being a month of me either rereading old favourites, exploring new books by favourite authors, or a mix of both.

…Be prepared for so much Terry Prachett, I found his audiobooks on Libby last month and since that I’ve been unstoppable.

The Amazing Maurice and his Educated Rodents

The first of my Terry Practhett books to mention! I chose to include this one on my list because it’s a beautiful stand alone novel, perfect to read if you’ve never touched on of Pratchett’s works before, and is often overlooked.

The book is about Maurice, an “amazing” cat by his own admission, who has teamed up with a stupid boy and his very own plague of rats. The moneymaking scheme is simple: set the rats loose on a town and after causing a panic let the boy stroll in and offer to play his pipe and lead them away… for a fee. This is working well, until Maurice, the boy, and the rats arrive in the town Bad Blintz. Here the rats are beginning to question the morality of their work, the boy gets entangled with a young, mischievous local girl, and they’re all shocked to find out that the town already has a real rat infestation… or so the rat catchers claim. Things quickly turn sinister and deadly as the group is forced to confront not only the cruelty of humanity, but something even more sinister living in the small, dark, hidden place of the town.

This is a YA book, unlike some of Pratchett’s other novels, so it’s a quick, fun read, while still having all of his dry wit and heavy, complicated thoughts about society, morality, belief, and what it means to be a person. It’s a genuine delight to see Maurice and the rats, recently made sentient by wizards’ rubbish, struggle to come to terms with who they were and who they are now.

Black Pearl Ponies: Red Star & Wildflower

Y’all it ain’t a secret at this point that I enjoy a stupid horse girl book, right? I picked up the first two books of the Black Pearl Ponies books from the library on a whim and they were basically what they promised. Girl lives with family on ranch, father helps train horses, girl goes on pony adventures with ponies. A particular focus is given to horse welfare and care. Very mediocre but a nice thoughtless covid read if you, like me, get a craving for animals books written for seven year olds from time to time. Plus this comes with the added humour of it being written, as far as I can tell, by a British author who thinks all Americans are stetson wearing cowboys which I find unreasonably funny.

Crenshaw

I love Katherine Applegate’s work; I read the Endling series earlier this year and they are overwhelmingly good. Crenshaw was also an enjoyable read, though not my favourite by her. It read a little bit like a book I read last fall, No Fixed Address, which was also a very good read though not my usual genre. Crenshaw is about a boy, Jackson, whose family, though close-knit and loving, is experiencing financial difficulties and struggle with food scarcity, homelessness, and all the instability and stress that results from this. During this tumultuous time, Jackson is surprised by the reappearance of a tall, bipedal, snarky cat — Crenshaw, his old imaginary friend. This is a charming book that blends genuine, real world hardships with whimsy and magical realism.

The Enemy Above: A Novel of WWII

Since it was Rememberance Day this month, I decided to pick up a holocaust novel. This book is about 12-year-old Anton, a young Jewish boy who finds himself fleeing from his Polish farm in the middle of the night with his old grandma when a German raiding party that attacks their village in an effort to make the countryside “judenfrei”. The book is, perhaps, not the most well-fleshed out, but it’s fast-paced and exciting for a child/YA audience that’s being introduced to holocaust literature, without trying to downplay the absolutely horror and brutality of the Nazis. It manages to strike a satisfying balance between fear, tragedy, and hope.

“Everything he had heard was true. He was just a twelve-year-old boy and yet they hunted him. He had broken no laws, done nothing wrong. He was simply born Jewish. How could anyone want to kill him for it?”

Gregor the Overlander

Somehow I never knew that Suzanne Collins wrote anything other than The Hunger Games? I stumbled across this series at a used bookstore and was first taken by the cover and then shocked when I realized I recognized the author’s name. Well The Hunger Games was such a good read, how could I not pick up a book with people riding on a giant fucking bat?

Such a good choice. I’m almost done book two and bought book three today after work. It is exactly the sort of low fantasy that I live for, when a fantasy world lives so close to the real world that you can practically touch it. I also love the fact that while all the wild fantastical elements are happening, you still have the main character taking care of his toddler sister the whole time. It’s at times charming, hilarious, and nerve-wracking!

It’s about Gregor, a normal kid who’s doing his best to help his mom take care of his two younger siblings ever since his father disappeared years ago. Gregor expected months of boredom when he agrees to stay home over the summer instead of going to camp like his sister in order to watch his baby sister, Boots, and their grandma while his mom is at work. He never could have expected that a simple trip to the apartment’s laundry room would lead to both him and Boots tumbling miles beneath the earth into the pitch black Underland, a place filled with giant rats and bugs and people with translucent skin who fly through the massive caverns on huge bats. He also could have never expected that he would get wrapped up in a deadly prophecy that would force him to travel into distant, dark lands into the waiting claws of an overwhelming enemy.

Kings, Queens, and In-Between

A Canadian queer novel that I’ve seen trumpeted everywhere. Libraries, classrooms, bookstore, this book got so much hype (and has such a pleasing cover) that I had to get my hands on it. Now, I’ve got to admit that it’s not really my genre; I don’t love realistic fiction. But that being said, it’s a fun, heart-warming, queer romp through that explores gender, sexuality, love, family, friendship… there’s a lot of lovable, quirky, complicated characters that get thrown together in unexpected ways at a local summer carnival. While there’s tension and misunderstandings and mistakes, this is overall a very optimistic and loving novel, and would be a great read if you want a queer novel that reads like cotton candy.

Love, The Tiger

This book is the graphic novel equivalent of a nature documentary. There’s no text, but you follow a day in the life of a tiger as it moves through the jungle on the quest for food. The art is honestly beyond outstanding, and though it’s a really quick read it is so very worth it. I’ve also read Love, The Lion in this series (also good, though a bit more confusing imho) as well as one of the books from his other series Little Tails which is still very nature and education based, though for a slightly younger audience.

Making Money

More Pratchett! Making Money was the first Discworld book I ever read, and it’s one of my most reread ones — it’s an ultimate comfort read! This is technically the sequel to Going Postal (another book I reread this month), in which conman Moist Von Lipwig is saved from a rightful death at the noose in exchange for agreeing to work for the city. Going Postal sees Moist narrowly dodging death in many varied forms as he tries to get the Anhk-Morpork postal service back on its feet and get the drifts of dead, whispering letters moving again. In Making Money things at the post office have become… too easy. Moist is bored, restless, until he finds himself thrust into a new job: head of the Royal Mint. There he has been given not only charge of the biggest bank in Anhk-Morpork, but also a dog with a price on its head, a lethal family with all the money in the world out for his blood, and the fear that his secret past life may be on the verge of being exposed to everyone, all while he’s desperately trying to make money…

The Moist series is honestly an example of Pratchett at his absolute best imo, and the amount of humour, wit, adventure, and scathing commentary he can build around a bank is outstanding. Cannot recommend enough.

The One And Only Ivan

Another book I’ve been hearing everyone talk about, as well as another Katherine Applegate book. It’s been on my radar for a while, but with the sequel and a movie coming out, it had everything at a fever pitch and I finally picked it up. Fantastic read, I definitely enjoyed it more than Crenshaw. This book was based off the true story of Ivan, a gorilla taken from his home in the jungle and sold to the owner of a mall, where he spent years of his life growing from child to adult silverback in a small, concrete enclosure. In this fictionalized version, everything changes for Ivan and his friends, when a new baby elephant is bought to help revitalize the mall attractions and Ivan makes a promise he doesn’t know how to keep: to protect this baby, and keep her from living the life Ivan and his friends were forced to. This book made me very emotional. Applegate’s picture book that goes along with it is also a great companion read.

Ranma ½

I realized that our library had the 2-in-1 editions of Ranma ½ and honestly that was it for me. This has been a favourite series of mine since I was in middle school and realized that the creator of Inuyasha had written other things. It is unapologetically ridiculous and larger-than-life and you have to love the shameless joy it has at being ludicrous. It does start to feel a little repetitive the further into the series you go, but at the moment, with covid, I find I have a huge tolerance for rereading slightly repetitive things so long as they make me happy. And boy howdy does the vaguely queer undertones, endless pining, and relentless slapstick of Ranma ½  make me happy. This is classic manga y’all and if you’ve never read it you should!

The basic premise, for anyone that doesn’t is that of an bonkers martial arts comedy. It follows Ranma and his father who, while training in China, fell into cursed springs. Each spring has the tragic legend of a person or animal who drowned in it, and if someone falls in they inevitably turn into that creature any time they’re doused in cold water. Ranma had the misfortune of falling into “The Spring of Drowned Girl” and, indeed, turns into a girl anytime he’s hit with cold water. Things continue to spiral out of control when Ranma meets his arranged fiancée, Akane, who is as exasperated by this situation as Ranma. Both would rather be fighting people than worrying about things like romance. And don’t worry, there is lots and lots and lots and lots of some of the goofiest martial arts fights that you can imagine for a bunch of high schoolers.

Through the Woods

A beautiful and creepy Canadian graphic novel. I honestly really don’t even know how to describe it in a way that does it justice. It’s a collection of short horror stories, with beautiful, flowing art style that draws you in and sends chills down your spine. I’ll let the art doing the talk, and honestly beg you to go find a way to read this graphic novel:

The Witch’s Vacuum Cleaner: And Other Stories

The last Terry Pratchett book on my list (though shout out to the others I’ve listened to this month: Wee Free Men, Hat Full of Sky, Men At Arms, and Snuff) and one that I actually physically, rather than listening to the audiobook. I included this one because unlike the others, this was a Pratchett book I had never read before. It collects a number of Pratchett’s short stories that had been written for children over a number of years. These weren’t necessarily my favourite examples of Pratchett’s writing (I prefer his longer work that can really dive into social issues) but it was such a quick, easy, fun read that you can’t really help but be charmed by it. I liked the stories that took place in “the wild wild west (of Wales)” in particular.

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Greene Acre Chapter 4

Word Count:1852 Warnings:Genre typical violence.  A/N: Wow, 9 months is way to long, but I finally got the 4th chapter done, and boy howdy am I excited about this one. Hope y’all like it! I’m tagging @dreaming-about-the-dead because I know your love for Black  Belle knows no bounds

Summary:After putting Ashley to bed, Black Belle returned to the saloon, and sure enough, trouble rolls in.  _________________________________________________________

“-but by the time I got there, the son of a bitch had up and died of cholera,” Belle explained, getting a sympathetic nod from Franklin. 

“That’s just piss luck,” he said, wiping out the inside of a glass. “At least he isn’t out there tryin’ to kill ya.” Belle laughed and took a drink from the whiskey in her hand. 

“I shoulda killed him back when he first turned,” she said, half a smirk pulling at the corner of her lips. Belle sat in contemplative silence as Franklin did his job, but he slowly made his way back to her. 

“You got anyone left in the gang?” Bella laughed and shook her head. 

“Naw. They’re all in the wind. Ain’t seen any of my boys in near on a year now.” Franklin nodded and leaned against the bar. 

“But now you got the kid,” he said, and Belle nodded. 

“Yeah. She’s a good kid. Knows how to handle a gun, good with Ol’ Jake. Seems to have a good head on her shoulders.” Franklin nodded and smiled. He opened his mouth to speak when the swinging door burst open, and a young man with greasy brown hair stepped in, out of breath and looking panicked.

“Franklin,” he said, his eyes finding the burly bartender with ease, “it’s the law. And there’s a lot of ‘em.” Franklin grabbed the shotgun behind the bar and shared a look with Belle.

“Everybody remain calm! They ain’t got a reason to raid Clearwater, so let’s not give ‘em a reason.” Franklin stepped out from behind the bar and Belle grabbed his arm. 

“Do you want me to back you up,” she asked, her other hand hovering over her revolver. Franklin smiled and looked her up and down and shook his head. 

“No offence, Ms. Colter, but you are wanted in seven different states, so, I doubt you bein’ there would actually help me.” Belle smiled and let go of his arm. 

“If you need back up, just call out,” she said, and Franklin nodded. He walked out of the doors, shotgun ready as he prepared to greet the lawmen, and Belle slipped through the crowd, taking up position by the window to keep an eye on her long time friend. 

A large group rode up on horseback. Belle could count twenty, but there were sure to be more throughout the town. The man in front had his rifle laid across his lap, a smirk hidden underneath an overly large mustache. He leaned forward in his saddle, resting his arm on the saddle horn.

“Good evenin’, Mr. Boyd,” the lawman said loud enough that everyone inside the saloon could hear him. 

“Mr. Faulkner,” Franklin said, his voice matching volume with the lawman. “What calls you down to Clearwater this fine night?” 

“We’re lookin’ for a fugitive from the law.” Belle grabbed her revolver and pulled it from its holster. She didn’t know if they were talking about her, but she wouldn’t be going down without a fight.

“Anyone in particular, or are you just fishin’,” Franklin asked, and Mr. Faulkner chuckled.

“I have always admired your sense of humor, Franklin,” he said, removing his hat to run his hand through his thick, grey hair. “We’re looking for a young man, one Christopher Jones. He’s wanted for the murder of a young lady up in Gangridge.” He rifled around in his saddlebag and pulled out a folded scrap of paper. He extended his hand out to Franklin, he cautiously took the paper. He unfolded it and took in the drawing on the page. He shrugged and passed the page back to Mr. Faulkner. 

“I’m sorry, if he’s been through Clearwater, I haven’t seen him.” Mr. Faulkner chuckled and took the paper back, tucking it away again. 

“And of course you’re gonna see everyone that slips through your town.” Franklin glared at the lawman and shrugged. 

“Yes. I am.” Mr. Faulkner sat up again and shook his head. 

“Well, if you don’t mind, I think I’ll have a look around myself.” Franklin cocked his shotgun and shook his head. 

“I do mind,” he said, taking a protective stance on the boardwalk in front of the saloon. “I’m going to have to ask you to take your posse and leave.” Mr. Faulkner shook his head, and Belle saw the corner of his mouth fall, and his expression darkened. 

“Are you threatening me, Mr. Boyd?” Franklin’s only answer was to raise the shotgun. Mr. Faulkner shook his head and grabbed his rifle. “I’m not leaving this town without Mr. Jones.” He glanced behind Franklin, and Belle felt their eyes meet, and his mouth twisted into a wicked smile, though his expression remained dark. “Or someone of greater value.” Franklin followed Mr. Faulkner’s gaze, and spotted Belle in the window. 

A shot rang out, and Belle dropped low to the ground. The window above her shattered, and she moved away from the glass. The saloon was chaos, people running around, flipping tables for cover. Belle snuck behind the bar, careful to keep low so as not to get hit by flying bullets. She grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the bar and the rag Franklin had been using the clean glasses. She ripped the cloth and shoved a strip into the bottle, tipping it upside down to soak the wick in alcohol. 

“Franklin, get your ass in here,” she shouted just as he stepped backwards through the door. He was staggering, but managed to make his way to the bar, crawling over it to take cover. 

“What do you need,” he asked as Belle shoved the makeshift explosion into his hand. She looked him over, her hands patting down his arms and chest, checking for bullet wounds. As her hand passed over his ribs, he let out a groan. 

“What the hell, Franklin,” she said, pressing her hand down to try and keep the blood inside of him. He chuckled lightly and pushed her hand away, digging into his pocket. 

“Don’t worry, Ms. Colter,” he said, “you well know that I’ve had worse.” Belle gave him a look and he shrugged. “You need to get you and that girl out of here. Faulkner’s a son of a bitch, but eventually he’ll get bored. But not so long as you’re here.” Belle nodded and put a hand on his shoulder. 

“I’m gonna need a-” Before Belle could finish her thought, Franklin pulled a matchbox out of his pocket and pulled out a match. He lit the wick of the molotov cocktail Belle had placed in his hand and stood, hurling it out of the broken window. He knelt back down next to Belle, clutching his ribs where he was bleeding. 

“That’ll buy you enough time to slip out the back. The door lets out into the back alley. You get that girl, and you two get out of here as fast as you can. Hopefully, we’ll be able to keep these assholes distracted long enough for you to slip out of town.” Belle handed him another bottle and nodded. 

“Don’t get yourself killed,” Belle demanded. “Otherwise I won’t have a place to get free whiskey.” They both laughed, and Franklin took Belle’s hand in his, holding it firm. 

“Good luck, Ms. Colter,” he said, releasing her hand. She waited for him to throw the second molotov cocktail before she ran for the backdoor, keeping low to the ground. She checked the back alley before slipping out into the darkness. She waited to see if she could hear anyone in the alley over the gunfire from the street. She slipped down to the hotel, climbing the back steps to the top floor. She ran down the hall, bursting into the room where she had left Ashley to sleep off the whiskey. 

Belle stopped when she saw the empty bed and Ashley’s shoes on the floor. She looked around the room quickly, letting out a frustrated noise when she couldn’t find Ashley. Belle quickly grabbed the bags and Ashley’s shoes. She hoped the girl had enough sense in her head to go to the stables and avoid the mess in the street, but the uneasy feeling in her gut had her on edge. Belle ran back down the backstairs and hurried down the back alley. She stopped when a man stepped around the corner, his revolver drawn and aiming at Belle. 

She caught the glint off the badge on his chest from the lamp that hung off the wall of the last building of the row. She saw him smirk and, without thinking, she threw Ashley’s shoe at him, knocking him in the head. The deputy staggered back and Belle threw Ashley’s other shoe at him just as he steadied himself. With her hand free, she pulled her revolver out and shot at him. She watched him drop and ran for the stables.

The stable’s lights were on, and Belle took that as a good sign. She looked over her shoulder, and luckily, the fight was still going on, giving her the cover she would need to slip away unnoticed. As she slipped into the stables, she ducked just as a rake swung towards her head. She turned and caught the rake, ripping it out of the assailants hands, pulling it back to attack in turn. 

She stopped when the stable boy raised his hands to defend himself, but he didn’t cower or try to run. It wasn’t until Belle realized he didn’t actually pose a threat that she realized her was standing protectively in front of Ashley. Belle dropped the rake and walked over to Ol’ Jake. 

“Saddle up, Miss Gallagher,” Belle ordered, and Ashley poked her head over the young man’s shoulder. 

“What’s going on out there, Ms. Belle,” she asked, and Belle laughed as she threw their bags over the horse, tying them down. 

“I owe you $100, kid,” Belle said, stepping into her saddle. Ashley looked between Belle and the young man, but it only took her a moment to get to Chinook. She climbed on, and waved for the young man to follow. Belle held her hand up to him as he stepped towards them. 

“I’m sorry, but we have enough liabilities,” she said, and the young man swallowed hard. 

“I can pull my weight,” he promised. “I’m excellent with horses and can hold my own in a fight. I promise I won’t be a burden ma’am.” Belle looked out of the stable doors, taking a deep breath and thinking it over. Belle turned to the young man and nodded once. 

“Well come on, I don’t got all night,” she said, and the young man grabbed a small sack and quickly jumped onto Ashley’s horse. Belle and Ol’ Jake stepped out of the barn first, careful to make sure it was safe for them to leave. Chinook carefully followed Ol’ Jake and the three of them set off into the night, the glow from the fires behind them lighting the sky. The three of them headed south, with Belle throwing glances behind them to make sure they weren’t being followed.

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RFA + V & Saeran W/ an MC with Gastroparesis

This is one of those personal headcanons that I’ve been meaning to write for months since I know nobody else might wind up writing one for this. It’s hard to imagine myself personally with characters at times because I can’t exactly do things that I used to. Hopefully, if any other fans struggle with a similar condition, this might make their day. 

Basically, this condition means that your stomach doesn’t digest food, for some people that means that they can’t eat solid food and require a feeding tube, and for others that means a very strict diet that you cannot deviate from otherwise you’ll have to deal with the dangers of impaction, reflux, etc. It’s a rare disease, and for me, it’s idiopathic, meaning they cannot explain why it happened. It can be very difficult for me to deal with because I can’t enjoy one of the simplest pleasures that we all take for granted, and that’s food. 

I spread out some of the symptoms and degrees of severity between the characters so it’s not exactly the same reaction. Also, a fair warning! There are mentions of feeding tubes, nausea, and other like-minded stomach issues so if that makes you uncomfortable, this is your warning! 

Yoosung

Yoosung knows that you’re the person for him right from the get-go. It’s just the way that your laugh stole his heart when he first spoke to you on the phone. 

You have a... well, he’s not sure if it’s a quirk or not. 

It’s a surprise to him that when you mention that you haven’t really had that much to eat when he inquires if you’ve already had something for lunch. You off-handedly mentioned that you’ve just had this and that, which doesn’t exactly sound like a filling meal. 

His first assumption is just that you’re on one of those wacky diets that he always hears about. 

Which isn’t exactly a bad thing, he’s just surprised to learn that you’re doing that sort of thing. 

Yoosung was used to Zen following those sorts of things for work, not really anyone else in his life. 

He shouldn’t really pry into your business without knowing for sure, so he leaves it at that at first and knows if you wanna chat about it, you’ll bring it up. 

You’re really tiny though, and he does worry about you! 

Yoosung is smitten with you. And boy howdy, is he ever interested in doing all sorts of things with you when he gets the chance to do. He has a lot of plans! One of which is a date where he can sit down and properly cook something for you. 

It isn’t until he surprises you with such a thing that you have to sit down with him and explain why you’ve been so avoidant about this. You explain to him that because of your condition, you’re always struggling with what you can only call unbelievable nausea. It’s hard enough for you to eat what you’re supposed to, and when you’re supposed to do it, but the sensation is always in the back of your throat and you just can’t force yourself to eat when it’s this bad. 

You’ve always struggled to be around others during celebrations or big events because you never know when you’ll be able to have something as small as one bite. 

Often times, people have tried to guilt you into eating anyway, because you look as thin as a rail and on the outside, it looks like you’re as “normal” as any other person. You would do it just for the sake of getting people off your back at first, but you would pay for it by being sick for the rest of the night. 

You avoided people for a while before you joined the RFA, and now that you had gotten close to everyone and Yoosung, it was hard, to be honest about this. You hadn’t even really talked to anyone about your conditions, sans Seven, because of this very problem. 

You were fearful that they wouldn’t want you around anymore. Often times when people realized that you couldn’t go out anymore or do what everyone else was doing, they would slowly drop off like flys and you would wind up isolating yourself. 

You can’t look at him as you finish explaining yourself. “It’s not that I don’t want to, Yoosung, I really do. I know you spent a lot of time trying to make this. But I’ll wind up feeling awful for the rest of the night if I do it. I don’t want to let you down but at the same time, I don’t think I can put my body through that.” 

“I... I see. I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t know it was this bad.”

“You couldn’t have... I never told anyone.” 

“Let me make this right, okay?” 

Yoosung decides that he’ll make it up to you by changing his direction and doing what is comfortable for you. If that means that all that you can have is something to drink or soup, he’s cool with you. First and foremost, he wants you to be comfortable around him. 

He doesn’t quite understand how hard it must be to deal with it, but he does his best to make sure that you feel as included in everything. He’s clumsy and doesn’t know what the right thing to do is, but it’s the fact that he tries that you feel happy that you have. 

Jaehee

Jaehee thinks you’re a very sweet person right off the bat. 

You have this energy about you that seems to radiate pure genuine care. You’re always quick to make sure to ask if she’s gotten around to getting something to eat, whether it be morning, noon, or late at night when she gets off of work. 

Whenever you send her selfies throughout the day, you’re always snacking on something. Of course, it’s never a lot of food either, it’s just small bits of this and that, like a salad or nut bars. 

Although, with how sporadic your habits are, she can’t help but to wonder if you’re taking care of yourself as much as you try to take care of everybody else. Sometimes it seems like you’re only snacking and not doing much else besides that; But, you always reassure her of your habits. 

It’s a big boost to her mood to see you and to know that you’re taking care of yourself while she’s hard at work. 

Sometimes she has to forgo her own meals when she’s in a time crunch but she always makes up for it when she gets the time to fix that. It’s a bad habit of hers when things are busy, but she gets better about it when you come around. 

Things actually do get a lot better for her once she’s got you on her team. She can’t believe how great she’s fairing after everything that’s happened. She decidedly breaks free of her slump and wants to find her new passion with you. 

Although, that’s when the trouble starts to arise. 

It’s obvious that when the two of you are together and working on new recipes for the cafe, you really want to take a taste of things to make sure that they’re right, but you always ask Jaehee to do so. She’s a little suspicious, but you wave it off saying that she’s got a better palette than you do. 

Which isn’t entirely wrong! 

It’s just not the whole story. 

You do wind up eating more than you should most days and wind up paying for it later in the night when it hits your stomach. 

And as of late, you’ve been coming into work looking a bit tired and though you haven’t gotten much sleep. She knows that something is up, but you’re always dodging the subject. It isn’t until she comes to check on you one evening that she puts two and two together, you had mentioned that you had issues with your stomach, but you hadn’t told anyone how bad it could be. 

You had been spending most of your nights with your back pressed to the cool tile floor of your bathroom to subdue the burning heat or lurched over the toilet when nausea struck it’s ugly face once again. Jaehee made sure to help you off the floor and help you back onto your couch once the feelings had subsided. 

You could eat but if you went over what was normal for you or ate something that triggered your guts, it meant that you would be miserable. 

“Why didn’t you tell me that it was this bad?” Jaehee asked outright. 

You sort of looked away. “You just seemed so happy… I really didn’t want to get in the way of that. Besides, it’s nothing I can’t handle…” 

Jaehee isn’t about that nonsense. “You need to be honest with me if it’s too much, if there’s something that you can’t do, it won’t get in the way. I can always replace or get more help, I can’t replace you, Y/N.” 

Jaehee makes sure that the two of you are always clear on how you’re feeling, and that you’re following your schedule. She’s very meticulous, much more than you had been, but she sincerely means well and only wants for you to feel alright in spite of your condition and the pain it can bring. 

ZEN

Zen knows very quickly that you’re a stickler for certain things. It has to be a certain way, otherwise, you just aren’t into it. It’s sort of cute, actually. He doesn’t mind that as he has the tendency to be like-minded. 

That sentiment holds for a lot of things, be it aesthetic or down to the little details in things such as meeting at this time or that time. It’s good to be on top of what you have to be doing, and having your day planned out can really make things easier to deal with. 

You seem to have your day lined up from waking up to how many times a day that you have to eat. 

When he hears about that in particular, he can’t but help to mention that he’s sort of like that. 

When he mentions offhandedly that he follows a pretty healthy diet (aside from his vices), you mesh well with that idea. He gets used to people being pretty tired of hearing about what he’s doing. He’s glad that you don’t mind that he’s such a nut when it comes to extraneous self-care and his eating habits.

You had told him early on that you did something very similar, although, what you were on tended to leave people disgusted or not wanting to hear more than just that. He wondered what you meant by that, but you had changed the subject before he could inquire about the meaning of that statement. Of course, he learns pretty fast why you hadn’t said anything to him about it when he actually meets you for the first time. 

You were having a particularly bad flare this year, and it had gotten bad enough to the point where you needed a temporary fix for your difficulties. 

You could still eat solid food to an extent but you have to keep your safe food list to keep your body in check, along with the vitamins and all. But it just was really proving to be hard this time. That’s when your doctor had suggested that you use an NJ tube for a little while until this flare calmed down. 

This is the type of tubing that feeds in through your nose and down your esophagus, it can be removed without too much trouble, but it stands to benefit those who need to let their stomach rest when it gets hard. But it can be an eyesore and make people stop and stare when they notice someone with one. 

You were rather insecure about it since this was the first time in a while that you had to resort to taking care of yourself in this manner. People staring, whispering, or pointing was one of your fears, and it had gotten worse as of late. 

You decided not to bring it up when you were talking to the RFA, as you knew that opening those food gates could lead to endless questions and things that you just didn’t want to deal with. 

Zen’s reaction isn’t quite what you expect. He notices but he doesn’t bring it up, he’s far more excited about being able to speak with you in person and hang out with you in general that he wastes no time jumping onto other subjects. It actually sets your mind at ease with how nonchalant he is. 

Most of the time you can feel people staring at you, and it’s the kind of stare that makes you want to go back home. It’s not that way with Zen. He’s looking at you but he’s not looking at that, he’s meeting your eyes and never missing a beat. 

You do eventually bring it up to him at some point because you know he’s got to be curious and you feel the itch, “I know I didn’t mention it but… it’s been pretty hard for me lately with my condition, I have to supplement some of my meals with the tube so I get what I need.” 

 “I… assumed that was the case,” he told you. “But I figured that it was a touchy subject for you, since you always avoided talking about this sort of stuff with on the phone. I get it now.” 

“And it’s alright if that puts you off, I wouldn’t be surprised if it did.” 

Zen corrects you pretty fast. It doesn’t matter what you may think about yourself at that moment in time, he still thinks that you’re the sun to his moon and the stars to his sky. He’s one of the few people in the world that understand what it feels like to struggle with your personal image, he can’t control the way he looks more than you can control what’s happening with your body. 

He’ll make sure that you never feel bad about yourself. 

Seven

One of the first things that he comes across during your background check is your extensive health records. Like, it’s almost alarming how big the file is in the directive. He nearly has a heart attack himself as his eyes darted through it, he doesn’t go snooping too far into it, just enough that he catches a glimpse of the issue was. 

It was bad enough that the hacker dragged an innocent person into the RFA for whatever reason, it was another that they used someone with poor health. You’ve had a rough go the few years, not just physically but mentally. You’ve gone through a lot more than someone as nice as you should. 

He makes a point of trying to make your day. 

At first, he reasons at it as trying to make sure that he knows that you’re completely clear from relation to the hacker, but it’s obvious to him that after the first couple of days that he’s explicitly getting so close to you because he really wants to protect you. You had all of your troubles and still, you went out of your way to try and help someone else in spite of that, and while it was admirable, he knew very well that good people could be taken advantage of just like that. 

It also may or may not be because you remind him of someone important to him. 

“Are you alright, Y/N?” 

“What makes you think I’m not alright, Seven?” 

“I’ve never seen someone sleep against a wall like that. I wasn’t sure if you meant to have a sleepover in front of the camera! You know you can sleep on the bed right?” 

“It’s easier for me to fall asleep upright, Seven. It’s pretty much the only thing that dulls the white-hot passion I have for you.” 

Seven would always sputter when you tried to play it off with your own jokes. But he knew that you were struggling off and on. 

For you, it’s the light of your day when you can speak to Seven. It’s been a long time since you’ve been able to actually laugh. He just seems to always know what to say to get your mind off of things. It’s in between the hours when you feel absolutely awful that he always seems to get in touch with you. 

It may or may not have to do with the fact that he's got a camera in the hall that can see you when you flop on the floor and sigh, waiting for nausea to pass. The hardest thing for you to deal with is a mixed bag, you always feel sick to your stomach, but you also have the world’s worst case of reflux. You’re always feeling the burn of acid in the back of your throat and no amount of Pepcid or fluids ever kill it. 

You tried to chew ice cubes to dull it sometimes, but that just makes people look at you like you’re a mad-man. 

Well, not Seven. 

Seven looks at you like you’re the light of his life. 

He’s actually really great at making you feel better when you’re feeling the worst of it. He seemingly already knows what the issue is when he finds you curled up on the couch, trying to hide the fact that you’re crying but he can tell it’s bothering you. He might seem like the world’s biggest goofball but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have a brain. 

He’s the first to stay up with you for as long as he needs to if you’re having a bad night. Actually outright refuses to sleep if you’re not sleeping. Whatever you need, he is on top of that like lightning. 

Jumin 

Jumin knows right off the bat that you’re a very intriguing person. He can’t seem to tear himself away from a conversation with you, it could be about something as simple as the weather and he finds himself enthralled by it every time. It’s obvious that it’s a touchy subject. 

You’re always pretty touchy about food. It’s nothing else that makes you get nervous and clamp up. 

Just that one little thing makes you behave differently. 

He ponders why that reason may be. If he brings it up, you sort of laugh it off and hurry your way through that portion of the discussion. His first guess is that you may have struggled with an eating disorder in the past, as that tends to be why people avoid talking about food with friends and family. 

He’s never exactly been the best at picking apart emotional subjects, but it’s clear that you have some sort of unspoken issue. If you wanted to discuss it, you might have brought it up with him first. Although, he wouldn’t let it go very long before he would have to step in and learn for himself what was up. 

Jumin figured out what exactly that is sooner, rather than later when you wound up showing up to his penthouse. That’s when he mentions dinner with you, and you can’t avoid telling him about your condition. 

The reason why you were so touchy about it is that you don’t really even touch solid food anymore. It wouldn’t hurt you if you ate normally but you tended to avoid it for the most part, since it caused a lot of distress.  

You’re pretty much reliant on your feeding tube to get all the nutrients and energy you need, and you haven’t touched anything solid in quite some time. Your condition had gotten so bad when you were younger then it became a medical necessity to bypass the upper stomach entirely. 

So, you’ve got a small intrusion in your stomach where the tubing feeds into your body from the inside out. It might not be what people expect to see when you stretch and your shirt rides up just enough to reveal what’s underneath.  The J tube is pretty much a medical godsend for a condition that doesn’t have much in the realm of a cure or big fixes. 

You weren’t insecure about your body by any means. 

It was just hard to open that conversation with new people. It tends to gross others out, as do most conditions that afflict the stomach. 

You weren’t sure how Jumin would take to it, either, knowing that he’s always had the best of the best in life, and never had to deal with something as difficult as this. Surprisingly, he’s fairly understanding of the situation at face value and wants to learn more about the fine specifics so he’s got everything right. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about this sooner,” you admitted over drinks. “I realize it can be pretty… shocking to see. It doesn’t usually come up so I don’t really mention it unless someone suggests we go out for a meal. So, when I told you I couldn’t go out with you earlier, it wasn’t intended to come out as rude.” 

He shook his head. “On the contrary, Y/N. I’m glad that you told me. Now I can make sure that when we go out that it’s to the appropriate setting. The last thing that I would want to do is make you uncomfortable.” 

Jumin is really great at sympathizing with people, much more than he’s given credit for, and first and foremost, he wants to make sure that you know that he cares about you. He would want to do everything that you’re comfortable with, and if that means getting you the best care he can get, he’ll do it, or if that meant you wanted to handle things your way, he would listen. 

He would never make you feel like you’re different than anyone else, and God, if someone said otherwise in the media, he’s quick the correct the hell out of them. 

V

“So, that’s what I deal with. I can’t always eat like everyone else does, I have to follow a pretty strict plan, just smaller meals spread out throughout the day and night instead of the usual three. It can be pretty isolating to deal with... I don’t really go out with people anymore because it just makes it harder for me.” 

“I see. It must be very difficult, Y/N.” 

“Yeah. I’m kind of used to it now, though.” 

Something about that defeated tone made V determined to make things easier for you. He may not always know the best way to handle things, but God, if he doesn’t try to make things right even when he fucks up. And with you, he doesn’t want to mess things up. 

You’re the best thing in his life in a very long time. 

V is no stranger to human strife. 

Although, it is new for him to deal with something like this. He spent numerous years dealing with and trying to help Rika with her emotional and mental ailments to no avail, so when he learns that the person that he’s growing closer to now has similar struggles just in the opposite realm of affliction, and he isn’t quite sure how to handle it at first. 

He doesn’t want to treat you like glass. 

Yet, at the same time, he doesn’t want you to feel like he doesn’t care about you. 

It’s one of those internal struggles that he tends to have more of these days, and because of that, he’ll probably avoid discussing matters with you at first. He’ll do his best to mind his manners and only inquire about your needs and what works best when the timing is right, or when you start the dialogue with him. 

A part of what made it hard for him with his former lover was that he always came on too strongly, and tried to do his best to take care of things the way that society said that he should, but in doing so, the way that he tried to help just caused a tear between the two of them that couldn’t be mended. He fears that that may happen between the two of you.

Of course, not the severity of what had happened in the past, but any small rift now might break his heart. 

V spends a lot of his free time learning more about your struggles, and what others can and have experienced with your condition. He knows that it can turn like the flip of a coin, so his mental preparation actually helps him at understanding more of what to do. 

And when he listens to you talk about yourself, he tries to make mental notes of it all. He’s very quiet in what he does. 

Whether it is slipping his hands in yours when you’re crying or putting a blanket over your shoulders when you’re sitting in the hallway, unsure if you’re going to need to go back to bed or to the restroom. 

Saeran 

Similar to Seven, he knows what you’re dealing with before you have a chance to tell him. He didn’t intend to snoop that far, but he wanted to make sure that he knew every little thing about you as to not disappoint you or do the wrong thing. The last thing that he wanted to do was to be the cause of your pain or discomfort.

Saeran has always had his struggles with his health. 

There wasn’t ever really a time where things were easy for him. However, his struggles weren’t anything compared to what you were dealing with on a daily basis. That’s his opinion on the matter as far as it goes. You took your pain like a champ, and he wished desperately that he could ease it somehow or in some way. 

You’re a very sweet person. He struggles to understand why the universe would be so cruel to someone like you, he’s since accepted that his own circumstances were poor from the start, but you… it just happened out of the blue. 

You empathize with his internal struggle with the idea. Sometimes it wasn’t easy to be you, but you loved yourself, condition and all. You too have spent many months going through all the stages of grief, and you would cycle through all of those feelings every now and again when the world smacked you in the face. 

You appreciate his compassion but things have been difficult for you for a very long time now, so for you, this is just your every day. You have to shift between solids and the NJ tube, it just depends on what your body is doing at that time of year and how badly the symptoms are occurring. 

There are times when you can enjoy what you’re eating but there are also times where you can’t eat a bite. It’s a daily fight, and you never know when things will be alright, or when they won’t be. 

Very similar to Yoosung’s reaction, as he is also very fond of cooking and baking, he’s a bit stumped when it comes to the realization that you’re very limited in terms of what you can and can’t enjoy. When you do have a good day, he puts a lot of work into making you the best thing that he can make! 

He loves the way that your eyes light up when you can eat. 

You savor every little thing because you know how fleeting life can be. That just doesn’t pertain to your eating habits, you’re always quick to hold his hand in the dark, or pull him out into the rain during a storm. It’s those moments that mean the most when you’re having the worst day. 

“Saeran, you’re the best,” you would tell him. “You don’t have to go through all the trouble when I feel alright.” 

“I do,” he insists. “I want to make sure that you’re happy on your best days and your worst days, It’s the least that I could do for all that you’ve done for me. I want to go above and beyond that, princess.” 

He means well, but you do your best to take care of him just as much as he tries to do the same for you. When he has his own struggles with his mental health you’re the first one to put everything aside and help him. Just as he’s the same one to help you when you’re in need. Of course, the two of you needed to work on making sure that you were taking care of yourself alongside that. 

On the bad days, he’s always there to hold your hand in the dark. It doesn’t matter how gross you feel or how tired you are, Saeran’s always there. 

“Alright, but if I see you get up at 4am again to make a full breakfast on a good day just cause, I’m gonna have to get onto you!” 

MOD KAIT

[dnscrvy]

❝ You've fallen down the rabbit hole and have been chained to the other side. ❞ JAKE GYLLENHAAL? No, that’s actually DENNIS CREEVEY. Only FORTY ONE years old, this GRYFFINDOR alumni works as a HISTORY OF MAGIC PROFESSOR and is sided with THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX. HE identifies as CIS MALE and is a MUGGLEBORN who is known to be ECCENTRIC, VOLUBLE, and IMPULSIVE but also WELL READ, WARM, and SINCERE. { ellie, 18, est, she/her }

hey howdy hey there, how’s it going? i’m ellie and while i’m a true slytherin at heart, i’m super duper excited to be playing my favorite gryffindor, dennis creevey. if you click right HERE you will be able to find his statistics and if you read below there’s a sort of brief backstory. if you wanna plot slide into those ims for me, otherwise i’ll be getting into starters here in a little bit.

dennis was born and raised in the typical irish household, his father was a milkman and his mother stayed at home and took up odd jobs whenever it was needed. him and his older brother watched cartoons on the tv and when they were forced to do anything else, they would play wizards and kings and knights. they would come up with extravagant stories and throw themselves into them, sometimes wishing that was their life. when they were old enough they went to school, and they brought their friends into it until the day when their stories became reality. colin was the first to find out he was a wizard, he had gotten a letter of acceptance to hogwarts on his 11th birthday and he was thriled. their family had to adjust and it took a long time to get to diagon alley to get the things on the list. not to say dennis was jealous, but he had hoped to be able to experience what his brother did.

then came dennis’ 11th birthday and just as his older brother had assured him, he would go to this magical school too. he was excited to live what he could only imagine in his dreams. but of course, things shift sort of quickly. the first year he was in hogwarts he had experienced the world at lightning speed. his first experience was falling into the lake, which he’d claim was the coolest thing to ever happen to him. and then the excitement of the triwizard tournament was in full force until it all went into turmoil. the boy who lived was attacked, people died, and voldemort was defeated. he started to realize that there was a lot more to the wizarding world than butterbeer and casting spells and he realized that being a muggleborn was something that was a fault in this world and that he was in more danger than he had been in when it was all just pretend. his second year he had been worried about coming back after the year before and the only reason he had was that he trusted his brother. of course, this year had been difficult with dolores umbridge and everything else, so a group of students called dumbledore’s army came together and dennis joined it. it had helped him feel more comfortable with the school and all around they were able to make their lives better that year. during his third year, nothing much happened. words of attacks on muggleborns and sympathizers circulated around but he didn’t experience much other than a normal school year himself. it wasn’t until the next year when he would realize that the conflicts were gonna hit closer to home when his brother was found dead during the winter holidays trying to get some last minute gifts. dennis received word within a few hours and suddenly everything was different. him and his family buried colin a few days later and at the end of the break he returned to hogwarts devastated and grieving, what else could he do? well, that’s when dennis started writing. it started as a coping mechanism for everything he was feeling and started turning into his experience of the past four years and the future he would experience with his blood status. he didn’t even realize that it’d one day be published.

after completing his education at hogwarts, dennis got a job at the daily prophet. he still doesn’t know how, but it didn’t matter. he’d move to london to start his career and he never went anywhere without a photo of his brother.

about four years into his work, he had met a muggle and the two shared the night. he tried calling her back, but he never got and contact until nine months later when he was left with two children to care for and not enough money to do it with. he had to leave the paper and got an interview with the company his father had been working for in their london branch as a smaller manager. he had lost a lot of contact with the wizarding world and he hated his work, but loved his family so he trucked on. eventually he published his first novel about his years at hogwarts.

somewhat luckily, that novel got him a letter from the then headmaster of hogwarts and somehow landed him a gig as a proffesor about the time his children got their acceptance letters and he had no idea what to do. thankfully, nobody could do worse than the ghost of cuthbert binns and he loved learning about the history of the world he’d been introduced to all those years ago.

seven years into his teaching career, his childhood idol and someone who he now respected was murdered along with two more wizards who he’d come to know. it was devastating and he had no other choice but to tell his children about the dangers they’re going to have to look out for. he started to fear for his family as memories of his experiences started flooding back and suspicions about his coworkers he didn’t quite know started to arise. it wasn’t until he got word that the order of the phoenix had risen again that his suspicions were warranted and he didn’t hesitate to join.

[helloiliketits]

There is only one Spiderman (Peter Parker x Reader)

Summary: Reader is just a normal kid. Like you and me. Friends with the one and only Pooter Porker Peter Parker and just really feisty and find it difficult to bolt away from danger. Which almost gives our little lovestruck Spider a heart attack more often than not.

(This has been in my drafts since last year so its outdated, also english is not my native language)

Reader: Of any color

Warnings: Just me kissing ass because I love you, some fluff, some angst but not too much because I dont play like that, also there are some vine references, and the words “b*tch”

(I listened to Tchaikovsky while writing this and honestly each piece syncs so well with this gif, bless the creator)

Sure, he may be a web slinging superhero on the side, but Peter Parker was still a little nerd and had crushes on cute people like everybody else.

Specially someone as cute as you. No one could resist you. Not even our cliche school bitch bully, Flash Thompson. You were a bit of an introvert and would rather spend your time reading fanfics on Tumblr and having some fun times with a few friends but you did have some sudden bursts of confidence here and there. 

It all started when you were new to the Midtown High School. Being a new student already gets you ton of attention. Pair that with your incredible personality and you might have just swallowed a magnet because of how much people are attracted to you. Whether you like it or not. You were practically the Ruby Rose of Midtown High. Everyone liked you instantly. Boys, girls, plants, even a god damn piece of paper would NOT politely detach itself from your shoe during Science class and you’re pretty sure you heard a girl in the room say “Me asf” while you tried to yank it off as the class just basked in your pure presence. You had people feeling ~some type of way~ okay?

So it comes as no surprise that Flash Thompson was equally attracted to you and wanted to date you even if it’s just for the rights to brag because *rolls eye* Flash. You on the other hand, had heard enough about his shenanigans through some of your friends and thought it was best to avoid him.

But isn’t fate a comical thing? You’re on your way to your next class and there he is, shoving our precious cinnamon roll, Peter into a locker while Ned watches anxiously. Sad to see his friend stuffed into a locker while also not wanting to go through the same thing. Peter just sighs and does nothing while Flash and his minions are tucking his legs into the tiny space of the locker which probably doesn’t even belong to Peter, judging from another kid standing next to the group of jocks, obviously not there to witness a "cool" fight but also not friends with Peter enough to care about his state right now. "Guys can't you stuff him in somebody else's locker?" the guy huffs, but generally does nothing to stop them. You guess it's because he doesn't want to get hip checked into the small space with Peter as if they're playing "seven minutes in heaven" (but it lasts as long as it takes for someone to finally rescue their asses). So, you decide to step in. "Flash!" you holler. That definitely gets his attention and he turns around quickly, running his palms through his hair to "style" it and leans against the now closed locker door, grinning. As if there isn’t a very antsy Peter Parker just inside, praying to whoever was listening, that he make it to AP Physics in time.

“Y/N!” he grins, opening his arms for a hug. “Cut the shit, Thompson of a bitch. Let that kid out,” you test. There’s a mix of “ooh”s and “aah”s from the students in the hallway as Flash’s smile falters for a brief second, obviously not used to being talked to like that, but he just crosses his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow.

“Why don’t you run back to snow white, dwarf-o,” one of his friend teases but before you can get the “I am the perfect height to punch you in the nuts, and I will,” Flash collects his ‘bros’ with a “woah-woah, guys” and bangs on the locker twice and leaves with his group. But not before giving you a wink (which you scoff at).

The hustle and bustle of the hallway continues as the onlookers suddenly get hit with the reminder that they need to be in class. You do too. So, you rush to the locker and throw it open, to let a very confused Peter Parker out. You see that the inside of the locker is... well, hygienically challenged but that’s a teenage boy’s with god knows how many dirty socks and raunchy magazines buried inside so you avert your focus to his scrunched eyebrows and his mouth hanging open instead.

Don’t get him wrong, he’s very grateful but also slightly mad at you for being cute and nice! How dare you be so attractive!? God damn it, Y/N! Now his attraction has increased tenfold! He mutters a faint “Thanks”, flustered beyond his wits and you give him a kind smile that has his heart beating all the way up to his head. He’s damn near frozen.

.And now that’s the origin story of you two. Of course, Peter couldn’t keep his eyes and distance away from you and would “observe” you whenever you were in the room. 

Which was almost always. 

Because he followed you there. 

Which Ned states as “stalking” but Peter describes it as “checking her out up on her”.  [Yeah, ok, Pete!1!1!] 

Much to Peter’s delight, you guys practically lived in the same building so Peter had twelve hundred (and more) excuses to walk you home. Ofcourse, Spider duties remained but that was more of an after-school activity. And it’s not like the neighborhood was jam packed with crime 24x7. Sometimes his “job” required simply patrolling and the most action he saw was a woman dump a milkshake on her (no longer) boyfriend’s head.

One slightly unfortunate day, as you and Peter were trudging up the streets, complaining about school, a VERY clear, sharp scream of a woman echoed nearby! Now THAT’S a job for Spiderman! But, like, you were RIGHT there! So it’s not like he could rain drop, drop top, roll and whip out his spider suit in the middle of the street, kiss you on the cheek and zoom zoom away,

You both exchanged a brief, wide eyed gaze of absolute shock as you both ran in separate direction, wasting no time. By the time Spiderman had arrived to the scene, there was no woman but there was a homeless guy holding a knife towards none other than our lovely protagonist! (das you, bruh) 

“Go for it, shit! I’m a bad bitch, you can’t kill me!” You shout, as Spiderman skrrt skrrts his web and webs the bad guy to the wall before he can touch your spaghett, landing on his feet infront of you with HALF a mind to grab you by the shoulders and shake you like a drink being made by a barista, the other half of him wanted to reach out and absolutely fecken high five you! “Er, good job. Go home, it isn’t safe here” is all he can choke out in his fake “I came from the mid-west, howdy, I’m the man!” accent before catapulting himself off the alleyway [its always alleyways, God, they’re the hub for all bad shit! So predictable too! Take your mugging somewhere unexpected, man! Throw the heroes off guard! Do you even business, bro?]

Back in your apartment building, as you turn the corner practically skipping, a pair of surprisingly strong hands suddenly grab you and pull you so hard, that all your hair holds a Met Gala at the front of your face, curtaining your view from the one and only Peter Dorker, “Are you crazy! Why’d you do that!?” he yells at you

Completely not giving a feck about not giving out spoilers (*cough* tom *cough*) Why’d you do WHAT!? He wasn’t even there! What’s he talking about!

But right now all you’re focused on is the fact that this random ass bish is grabbing your shoulders like some fecken tentacle and- “You ran away! Someone had to do something!”

He barks, “WOMAN I WAS TRYIN  That’s Spiderman’s job! When you hear trouble, you turn and you run the other way! There’s people who will handle this kind of-”

But before he can get another lecture in, “I helped a lady today! There’s only ONE spiderman, Peter! And he can’t be there for us all the time! It’s NOT his duty- He is NOT obligated to cleanse the streets of Queens! Our work is NOT to turn the other way and hope somebody else does the dirty work! He’s here to HELP and we need to PARTICIPATE! We need to do OUR part WHEN we CAN!” you shout, face all red and sweaty, huffing out, trying not to crack into a smile, proud at yourSELF because damn, that speech was GOOD. You huff, contemplating if you should let him EAT it or just go to your room and head bang over the fact that you got noticed by Spiderman! 

Taking one last look at a very open mouthed Peter, you walk around him and into your apartment as he just stands there, frozen like a chicken pizza at Walgreens. 

He lets out a long, loud breath! How could you be so STUBBORN! This was for YOUR safety! Unless you’re on top of Nick Fury’s “to recruit into Avengers” list, you don’t just go bursting into alleyways in the name of saving people! That’s DANGEROUS! He can’t lose you to some heroic-shit-gone-wrong!

But Peter also felt RELIEVED! For the first time in YEARS, he felt content! You were right! There is only one Spiderman! And no he can’t be there to fight crime every second of the day! And while that ate Peter alive every waking moment of his life, he was also glad that there were good natured people like you in this world! Ones who stood up for somebody and didn’t wait for somebody else! He felt a lot better, realizing that he didn’t have to do this alone! He didn’t have to do it all! He wasn’t expected to do it all!

Peter walked to his apartment, head lowered, hiding his grin. God, he loved you!

[iheartgod175]

2018 Netflix Bucket List Part 1: Animation Nation

After watching some of the original Idolmaster today, I felt inspired to tackle my VERY LONG OVERDUE Netflix Bucket List. Although to be honest, two of these that I watched were on Netflix; some of the others I’ve watched and/or dumped were on KissAnime, and the remaining ones were on either Crunchyroll or Hulu. So yeah...not really a “Netflix” bucket list in this regard...BUT PART TWO IS I SWEAR

I decided to start off with the “animation” side of things, since I watch a lot of anime and cartoons, and I felt it’d be good to talk about some anime (and the one cartoon) I’ve finished up. Some of them are from months (or possibly a year back), but I feel like I should still talk about them anyway ^^

So here we go!

Completed Series

The Idolm@ster Cinderella Girls

I liked this one. It was cute, the characters were charming, and I found six of my favorite characters from it (one of them being the Producer). That being said, I can see why it and the characters were seen as bland by other iM@S fans; the show doesn’t do a lot to really develop its large cast. The main beef I had with it was its treatment of New Generations, the group with Uzuki, Rin and Mio. They were the three main characters in the beginning, but then they kinda got shafted mid-season and then suddenly came back near the end again. I do love them (especially Uzuki and Mio; and I’ve warmed up to Rin a bit), but I felt the drama that Mishiro caused between them was drawn out a bit, and that the ending was cute, but rushed. Despite its flaws, this show got me into The iDOLM@STER series as a whole, and I even had my brother interested in it for a while to the point where he started watching it--keep in mind that my brother’s a die-hard Love Live fan. I won’t say that it’s a good gateway point to the series, but I will say that it’s alright for an idol series.

Flip Flappers

My friend @infiniteglorias​ was watching this show about a year or two ago, and I watched it out of curiosity. I expected it to be a bit off beat, and boy howdy did I get off-beat. It’s bizarre, it’s funny, it’s got some pretty cool scenes, and an interesting villain backstory. It’s also super gay. Like, Symphogear-level gay.  And even that’s a stretch; Shirabe and Kirika ain’t got nothin’ on Papika and Cocona. But it’s a good show, even if by the end it got a little mindscrewy.

And I just found out that there’s a Blu-Ray box with an artbook and art cards. R.I.P. my wallet.

BanG Dream!

Back when my brother was annoying the crap out of me with Love Live!, I was desperate to find a good idol series. I had started watching Cinderella Girls, but my brother took to bothering me about that, so I left it for a while (and also because although I enjoyed the show, I found it to be slow in some parts). If I had to describe BanG Dream!, I’d say it’s like Love Live! meets K-On!. I didn’t think I’d like it, and I thought the title name was kinda silly, but I ended up loving it. It really says something when you like some of the music better than Love  Live’s...in fact, I can kinda thank this show for pulling me to other idol anime away from LL! and introducing me to other things like Tokyo 7th Sisters, The iDOLM@STER and most recently IDOLiSH7. I loved this show, and I can’t wait to see the OVAs for it. Oh, and I’m patiently waiting for the release date of Girls’ Band Party’s English localization! I might not be able to play it, but I pray it goes well!

LoliRock season 2 (cartoon)

LoliRock’s second season is leagues better than the first one. So much effort was put into making the five princesses stand out in their own ways. We got great songs, great outfits, Dark Talia and Dark Auriana, great episodes focusing on Carissa and Lyna, more worldbuilding, more Lev, great episodes focused on Amaru, and best of all, episodes focused on developing Mephisto and Praxina. That Praxina episode was a hard one to watch, because of how genuinely sweet her good side is--given events in the season finale only made me sadder. About the only gripe I had was Gramorr. He still didn’t do that much to interest me as a villain, although I have to admit his powers were pretty cool. At least he’s slightly better than Hawk Moth from Miraculous Ladybug.

Either way, if you want an excellent example of a great show for girls, watch this (and Ladybug too, if you want). You won’t be disappointed.

The Seven Deadly Sins

I’ve been meaning to talk about The Seven Deadly Sins. But now that I actually have it here, I don’t have much else to say, other than it’s one of my favorite fantasy anime ever (and my favorite happens to be the Record of Lodoss War original OVAs). It’s funny, pervy (but not too pervy, unlike some shows I know *cough* High School DxD *cough*), tragic, awesome, gory and likeable. It’s totally binge-worthy. And it’s one of the few shows where the ships are totally okay; I usually avoid shipping people with people who look like they’re twelve or younger, but the maturity with which the show handles it changed my mind.

And season 2 has been announced. Enough said.

One Punch Man

One Punch Man was great from start to finish. It was awesome and thought provoking for a show that parodies the Japanese superhero genre, and I don’t think I’ve ever laughed at a show this much (that is, until Blend S came along). Moreover, it showed how to do an overpowered character right. I haven’t read the manga yet, but I can’t wait for season two of this show to come out!  

Kokoro Library

I found this little thing when I was cruising around for an older anime, Cosmic Baton Girl Comet-san (a classic favorite of mine). I saw the opening and dismissed it as a bland show probably based of a visual novel. But curiosity got the best of me, and I decided to watch an episode of it, just to see if it’s as stupid as I thought. Similar to what happened with LoliRock, I took my words back. This show’s a cute slice-of-life show about three sisters who live in the mountains running their parents’ library. The interactions they have with each other and the rest of the town are what make this show. I admit, the first part is kinda slow, so I wouldn’t blame people who dropped it if it was boring, and you can tell this is an older anime from like the 2000s...but it has a great soundtrack, adorable characters, and a really sweet origin story. I would give it a shot and see how you like it.

Currently Watching

The iDOLM@STER (Original)

Move over, Love Live. There’s some new idols in town.

I came across the original iDOLM@STER several times while looking for Cinderella Girls content. I thought nothing of it at first, but as I was finishing the Cinderella Girls anime, I did some research, and learned that these girls were the original generation (similar to how Muse was the original before Aqours). I decided “Eh, I’ll give it a shot. I like iM@S enough anyway; I’ll check it out before Side M, at least.” Gotta say, I am so glad I did. The original iDOLM@STER is leagues and above Cinderella Girls in terms of characters, story, humor and feel (although I still kinda like CG’s score more). In fact, I’ll go as far as to say that I prefer this over the original School Idol Project, which, while I think is pretty good, didn’t feel that spectacular to me, which is why I rank it 5th on my favorite idol anime list. Similar to IDOLiSH7, I don’t have a Best Girl, because pretty much all of them are awesome...although I gotta say that Iori, Hibiki, Makoto, Miki, Takane and Chihaya are my clear favorites, and I love Producer-san, surprisingly more than CG’s Producer-san, who was one of my favorites as well.

If you want to get interested in the iDOLM@STER universe, this is the series you need to watch.  

Blend S

Blend S is great. I have never laughed so hard at an anime save for a few. And I love the character dynamic; even Dino’s crush on Maika isn’t really, really creepy since he’s not going borderline pervy like some other shows possibly would. I’m only three episodes in, but it’s been a great ride.

IDOLiSH7

If you can’t tell that I love IDOLiSH7 already, you haven’t seen my blog recently. Eight episodes in, and I’m in love. I can’t say much else other than that, but it’s right behind the original iDOLM@STER as one of my current favorite idol anime.

Glasslip

Glasslip is a little anime I found on Hulu. It’s about a group of friends who go through the trials and pains of first love during summer vacation...oh, and something about the main heroine, Toko, and the mystery dude, Kakeru, being able to see the future through objects--in Toko’s case, it’s through glass objects, hence the title. It’s supposed to be a supernatural romance, but think it does better on the romance, though; their attempts to explain how and why Toko and Kakeru can see the future comes off kinda flat. Honestly, the real reason I’m watching it is for the romance plot between everyone. It’s a bit of a breather between watching shows such as Fate/Zero and Gundam SEED (seen below).

Mobile Suit Gundam Seed (Remastered)

Yes, I realize this pic is from SEED Destiny. But hey, the pic’s cool ^^

Gundam as a series is one of the series I enjoy, but never really watched much of because I was intimidated by the universe. It is massive, and most Gundam anime take place in its own universe. Thanks to some help from my dad (who is a huge Gundam and Macross fan in his own right), I started watching the series again, starting off with one that I found the most interesting, Mobile Suit Gundam SEED. I had started watching it years ago, but I forgot about it. I’m glad I gave this another chance, although I must be careful, because the last Gundam I watched was Gundam 00′s first season, and I binged watched it for hours.

Fate/Zero

I forgot to mention that one of my friends, @infiniteglorias, is a fan of the animated Fate series. I also forgot to mention that my dad is a semi-fan, too. Between the two of them, I became interested in watching the series, and my dad got me into Fate/Zero. I love it thus far, and the characters are pretty awesome. I can’t really say much else about it other than that, honestly...other than that I’m a complete newbie to the Nasuverse ^^

Shows I Need To Get Back To

Senki Zesshou Symphogear AXZ

I was following AXZ, and then that delay caused me to get off track. I will go back and watch it and include it in my next Netflix Bucket List (hopefully).

Haruchika: Haruto and Chika

Haruchika was an anime I found when I was watching Shakugan no Shana (more on that below). I thought it’d be a high school romance, but what it actually is is a high school mystery with a very, very tiny bit of romance...and both our male and female heroine are going after their teacher, believe it or not. I don’t find it as interesting as Glasslip, but I feel that I should finish it on general principle before deciding it sucks. Plus, it does have a great soundtrack.

Hunter x Hunter

Hunter x Hunter was a show I started watching around the same time as Lupin III (more on that on my next list). The only reason I’ve put it on hold is because of the above mentioned anime.

Attack on Titan

Attack on Titan was one of those shows that I heard was good, but didn’t watch because of the hype (I swore to myself that I’d stop watching on hype alone after what happened with Sword Art Online and Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha the Movie 2nd A’s). I watched it with my uncle and we both really enjoyed it, going through like 13 episodes. I haven’t watched it with him in a while because we’ve both been so busy, but I have it saved on my list to watch it later.

Future Shows to Watch

Cardcaptor Sakura: Clear Card-hen

The ONLY reason I’m not watching this one is because I haven’t watched the original in years and I don’t remember much of the plot. *sigh*

Macross Delta

Macross is another love of mine. After the amazingness of Frontier, I’m going to give the more recent Macross a try. That’ll probably be after I finish either iM@S or Blend S.

Violet Evergarden

WHEN WILL THIS SHOW COME TO NETFLIX?!

Girlish Number

Girlish Number is another one of those shows that my brother annoyed me about, but I guess I’ll give it a shot to see what he really liked about it.

Magical Girl Raising Project

More dark magical girls! Fun! Well, this should hold me over until I can watch Washio Sumi is a Hero, at least. 

The Ancient Magus’ Bride 

This is a show I’ve heard was quite good. It’s got some solid production values, and it’s a fantasy, so I’ll give it a shot and see how it turns out.

Shows I’ve Dropped

A Certain Magical Index

I wanted to like A Certain Magical Index, but alas, I found it to be a bit tiresome. At least its magic system and characters are a sight better than The Irregular at Magic High School.

Shakugan no Shana

It’s a shame I had to drop this show, because honestly, I had liked it at first. But then came the incesty bits between the two new villains that were introduced. On one hand, the sister was voiced by Yukari Tamura. But on the other hand, I do not want to see a younger sister slipping her older brother some tongue. Incest’s one of the few things that will make me drop a show like it’s a plague, and that’s what I did with this show. I just couldn’t stomach it. 

That is all I have to say for part 1! What do you think? Are there some recommendations you have or do you think I should talk about certain shows more? Let me know in the comments!

 Part 2 will be coming soon~!

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Mullet Man: They Grow Up So Fast

Previous Chapter --- Next Chapter

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"Congratulations, it's a girl!"

"Alright, halfway done, hon," Stan said, rubbing Bella's hand.

"Ah fuck, Ah gotta do that again," Bella groaned. "AHH!"

"And here comes the second one," the doctor said.

"Fuck," Bella grunted. "Fuck fuck fuck, ow!"

"Might want to censor yourself, Ms. McCreary, or else your baby's gonna come out swearing like a sailor," the doctor joked nervously.

"Shut the fuck up and deliver the damn baby!"

"Right, yes," the doctor cleared his throat. "Alright, I can see the baby."

Seven minutes later, the second twin was born. The nurses cleaned up both of the babies and wrapped them in blankets before handing them over to Bella.

"Stan. Stan, look. They're ours," Bella murmured, looking at her daughters. "We made these."

"Haha, yeah," Stan chuckled. "We sure did."

"...Which one's the older one?" Bella asked.

"The one on your left," the doctor supplied.

"That one's Marcella," Bella said. "And the younger one is Ella."

Stan nodded, pulling a chair over to sit beside Bella. The woman laughed lightly and sniffed, rubbing at her eyes.

"I'm a mommy," she said softly as tears ran down her face. "I'm a mommy." Stan chuckled. "Stan, do ya wanna hold one?"

"What? Uh, I-I don't-"

"Come on, yer the dad," Bella grinned. "Ya gotta hold one."

"A-Alright," Stan gulped. He slowly took Ella from her mom's arm, holding her close. "Heh. H-hey there, kiddo. I'm your dad."

Ella's eyes fluttered opened and she looked up at Stan. Stan felt his breath hitch when the girl made a gurgling noise. He let out a sob.

"She's so tiny," he murmured.

"Stan, are you crying?" Bella asked, amused.

"Maybe," Stan mumbled, wiping at his eyes. "Is that so wrong? I just became a dad."

"I'm not sayin' it's wrong," Bella laughed. "I'm cryin' too, look."

Stan chuckled, grinning back down at Ella. She yawned and closed her eyes, falling asleep.

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"Ngah!"

"Hi sweetie," Bella grinned, looking down at the younger twin. Ella and Marcella were about eleven months old, and had been growing quickly. Ella could already walk, although her sister was still stuck in the crawling phase. Ella leaned on the bench, one hand placed on the seat and the other gripped around a stuffed dog.

"Do ya got yer puppy?" Bella chuckled, moving to sit on the floor. Ella giggled and stood away from the bench, waving the stuffed dog around by its ear. Gibberish yelling was heard from the other side of the room and Bella looked over to see Marcella sitting by Stan, her hands gripping his jeans.

"Gah!" Ella waved at her twin, who waved back with a stuffed cat. Marcella began crawling over, whining.

"You'd probably be able to get over there quicker if you walked," Stan chuckled. Marcella ignored him as she reached the other two, sitting up. The two sisters giggled and babbled to each other.

"Hey Stan, why don' ya get some lunch fer them?" Bella said, standing up. "An' then it's nap time."

"Alright," Stan said, standing up as well and going over to the kitchen area.

"Ya ready fer lunch, girls?" Bella smiled.

"Na!" Ella denied, wobbling over to the couch. Marcella made a noise of agreement and looked over at Ella. The older twin, who was standing and gripping the table bench, slowly moved to let go and walk over to the couch as well.

"Oh! Stan! Marcella's walking!" Bella exclaimed, beaming.

"Really?" Stan peered around the table, seeing the girl walk towards her sister and hold onto the couch. "Haha! Alright!"

Marcella giggled and bounced where she stood, smiling at her parents.

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Knock knock knock.

"Fiddleford!" Bella grinned as she opened the door. "Hey dude!"

She hugged her best friend, who tightly hugged her back.

"Howdy, Bella," he greeted. "It's always been too long whenever Ah see ya."

"I know," Bella huffed. She smiled down at Tate. "Hi Tate!"

"Aunty Bella!" Tate cheered, jumping over and hugging her leg.

"Hey Fiddlenerd," Stan greeted from the couch.

"Howdy, Stanley," Fiddleford waved. "Where're the birthday girls?"

"They're nappin' right now," Bella answered. "Cake's after they wake up."

"Cake? I wan' cake!" Tate jumped excitedly.

"Not yet, Tater-tot," Fiddleford said. "Later. Why don' ya go say hi ta Uncle Stan?"

"Ok," Tate ran over to the couch and jumped up, hugging Stan. "Hi Uncle Stan!"

"Hey kiddo," Stan chuckled, ruffling the hat on Tate's head.

"So what's up with you, Fidds?" Bella asked, sitting beside Stan.

"Oh, y'know, the usual," Fiddleford shrugged, pulling paper and crayons out of his backpack. "Workin' on my portable computer, takin' care'a Tate. Here ya go, Tater-tot." He handed the crayons and paper to the boy, who happily starting drawing on the coffee table. "How abou' y'all? How's raisin' the twins comin' along?"

"Oh, Ella and Marcella are adorable!" Bella smiled. "Marcella started walking last month. And they've both grown so much since ya last va- visited."

"It's definitely gotten a lot easier, too," Stan spoke. They three of them continued to talk while Tate drew, and soon it was time for Ella and Marcella to get up from their nap.

"Here they are," Bella said, holding the younger twin. Stan was carrying Marcella, who rubbed at her eyes.

"Fi!" Ella exclaimed, reaching towards Fiddleford. "Fi!"

"Yeah, it's Uncle Fidds," Bella giggled. Fiddleford smiled and walked over, taking the baby into his own arms.

"Howdy, little lady," Fiddleford said. Ella giggled and reached for his glasses. "Ah ah, no. Ah need those."

"She does the same thin' with me," Bella said as Stan set Marcella in her high chair. "I dunno what it is with... babies and glasses."

"Ah guess they just find 'em fascinatin'," Fiddleford shrugged, setting Ella in the other high chair.

"Tate, ya ready fer cake?" Bella asked.

"Yeah!" Tate exclaimed, running over to the table and climbing onto the bench.

"Birthday girls get their slices first," Stan said, carrying the cake over and setting it on the table. Him and Bella each cut away a slice and set them in front of Ella and Marcella. Ella instantly grabbed at the cake and started eating it.

"I wan' some!" Tate spoke up.

"Alright, here ya go," Bella said, cutting off a slice and passing it over to Tate. Eventually they all had a slice of cake and were eating.

"Ah've also got presents fer the girls once we're done," Fiddleford said.

"Awesome," Bella smiled. "Man, it's hard ta believe they're already a year old. Feels like jus' yesterday they were born."

"Yeah, a year went by pretty quickly," Stan agreed.

"That's how it is," Fiddleford chuckled. "One moment they fit in yer arm, the next they're runnin' circles 'round ya."

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Bookshelf Briefs 5/29/17

Bloom Into You, Vol. 2 | By Nakatani Nio | Seven Seas – While there is a lot of yuri out there that can be defined by the words “what is this strange feeling in my heart?,” I’m not sure if any of them are quite as fascinating as Yuu. I’m not entirely sure if this manga is going to go with “Yuu is asexual,” but the first couple of volumes can certainly be read at that. She’s not really aromantic, though, and her relationship with Touko is complicated—and becoming known to others, who may also be asexual. Touko, meanwhile, is the ever-popular “problematic” we see in so many yuri titles as well, and is having trouble balancing that line between consent and just giving in to her desires. Bloom Into You may start like typical yuri, but it’s not headed that way. Good stuff. – Sean Gaffney

Chihayafuru, Vol. 2 | By Yuki Suetsuki | Kodansha Comics (digital only) – Oh, happy sigh. I do love Chihayafuru so much. In this volume, we see the conclusion to the elementary tournament Chihaya, Taichi, and Arata have entered. Sadly, they lose and Arata moves away not long after. Chihaya is certain that they’ll meet again, but as we skip ahead three years to high school, it’s clear that they haven’t really kept in contact. She’s determined to start a karuta club and makes Taichi promise to join if she finally achieves class A ranking. Seeing her compete rekindles his own love of karuta, but when she calls Arata to tell him the good news, she learns he’s stopped playing for a really awful reason. I actually got sniffly when they came face to face again at last. This is the kind of manga where I wish I had dozens of volumes stacked up to marathon. Unequivocally recommended. – Michelle Smith

The Full-Time Wife Escapist, Vol. 3 | By Tsunami Umino | Kodansha Comics (digital only) – Although I enjoy a good cliffhanger as much as the next person, I’m not normally as invested in their outcome as I was for the one at the end of volume two of this series. Before we find out exactly what Tsuzaki and Kazami mean by “sharing” Mikuri, however, there’s an interlude where she and her fake husband must field questions from relatives about their procreation plans. I really enjoy the way Umino is plotting this series—it makes sense why Mikuri would want to take Kazami up on his arrangement, and neatly dovetails into her aunt finding out about it, prompting her to be concerned about the nature of her niece’s marriage. Mikuri doesn’t engage in any flights of fancy this time, but she does do a lot of psychoanalyzing her husband, which is interesting. Definitely looking forward to volume four! – Michelle Smith

Girls’ Last Tour, Vol. 1 | By Tsukumizu | Yen Press – I’m not entirely sure what to make of Girls’ Last Tour. Chito and Yuuri are two chibi-faced young women roaming a post-apocalyptic wasteland on their Kettenkrad motorbike, just trying to survive. There are parts of this series I really liked. I love the depictions of desolate cities, or cavernous interiors… it reminds me a little of BLAME! in that respect, which is a major compliment. Too, I like their brief interaction with a guy named Kanazawa, who has found meaning for his life in creating maps, and that other levels exist where conditions might be different. I find that I really want to know how things turned out this way. That said, I strenuously dislike Yuuri, and there are some really unfunny gags featuring her that I guess are supposed to be moe or something but just piss me off. Still, I’ll be continuing! – Michelle Smith

Golden Time, Vol. 7 | By Yuyuko Takemiya and Umechazuke | Seven Seas – Linda is mostly absent from this volume, which allows us to focus on the odd triangle between Kouko, Banri, and Banri’s old self, which seems to literally be sabotaging his relationship, though he’s also being helped by coincidental disaster and bad choices, particularly “don’t drive home when you’re all sleepy,” which leads to Kouko, understandably, having a complete nervous breakdown as several of her long-standing issues combine with nightmares she’s having about the car accident. Fortunately, Bari gets over his own issues to an extent in time to be there for her, and much to my surprise we get a ‘girlfriend’s dad’ who’s supportive and not a caricature. As good as ever. – Sean Gaffney

Kase-san and Bento | By Hiromi Takashima | Seven Seas – After getting together in the first volume, this second in the “Kase-san and” series continues to show off the awkwardness that comes with having just gotten together. Both girls still don’t know each other that well, and misunderstandings abound. But they’re all relatively easy to resolve misunderstandings, which is good, because no one is reading this for overwrought lesbian drama. We’re reading it because Yamada is adorable, Kase-san is spunky, and the two of them together are wonderful. There are a few more kisses, and Yamada is slowly gaining confidence. And there are bentos. Which, you know, you would expect thanks to the title. Cuteness personified. – Sean Gaffney

Maid-sama!, Vols. 15-16 | By Hiro Fujiwara | Viz Media – I had thought Maid-sama ended with volume sixteen, but I was wrong. And indeed, much of this volume is about reminding me that it’s not just as simple as “Misaki admits she likes him, the end.” Usui comes with baggage, though, and we learn a lot about that baggage in this volume, including the story of how his parents met—it’s steeped in class issues and tragedy. And as such Misaki, who is as common as they come, has it hammered into her that she can never be with him as she can’t cross those class barrier. Misaki, of course, is ready to kick your class barrier down with her best quality—her sheer stubbornness. Oh yes, and Misaki’s father returns. Please ignore that entire plotline; it’s awful. – Sean Gaffney

Requiem of the Rose King, Vol. 6 | By Aya Kanno | Viz Media – There’s a lot of good stuff going on in this volume, not the least of which is the tragic death of a major character, but it’s sort of hard to get past THAT SCENE. I said “poor Anne” at the end of my last review, and boy, I wasn’t kidding, though frankly she takes it far better than I expected. But man, Margaret. She’s always been one of my favorite Shakespeare villains, as well as one of his best female characters, and BOY HOWDY does Kanno convey that in a fantastic way. You want to recoil from the page. As for Henry and Richard, I think by necessity we are headed to the end of that relationship soon, unless there’s some rewriting of canon beyond what we’ve already seen. Riveting. -Sean Gaffney

Toriko, Vol. 38 | By Mitsutoshi Shimabukuro | Viz Media – Thankfully, this volume was considerably more interesting than the previous one, though I am still grateful we’re heading for the end. Most of the volume focuses on Komatsu and the other cooks, and I am reminded that this is really Komatsu’s story as much as Toriko’s, and he’s had a lot farther to develop. Beyond that, we have the usual impressive shone n stunts, monsters galore, and a decent amount of food, though I miss the days when food was the only thing driving this manga. And again, the relationship between Toriko and Komatsu may not be explicitly gay, but it’s certainly far deeper than any relationships the two of them have with their love interests. Keep at it if you’ve been reading it. – Sean Gaffney

Welcome to the Ballroom, Vol. 5 | By Tomo Takeuchi | Kodansha Comics – The Tenpei Cup has come to an end, and Tatara Fujita must return to normal life. After successfully getting into high school, he is upfront about his love of dancesport in his self-introduction, earning the mockery of the girl who sits in front of him, Chinatsu Hiyama. However, it soon becomes apparent that not only is Chinatsu a big fan of Sengoku and his partner, Chizuru Hongo, but she has some experience with ballroom dance. Hey, how convenient that such a character shows up right when Tatara is in need of a new partner! Imagine that. Anyway, this is mostly a transitional volume, and featured a couple of people saying unkind things about their overweight friend, so I didn’t enjoy it as much as previous volumes. I’m still on board for the next one, though. – Michelle Smith

By: Michelle Smith

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Touch thirteen: Beware of 'force-by' computer scam

LAS VEGAS (KTNV) – Thieves have a number of approaches to advantage get admission to for your PC and thieve your precious information. However, they’ve discovered on occasion it’s less complicated to simply ask than attempt to hack their way in. We’ve got a study how it works in a Touch 13 consumer alert.

She was doing some work online whilst she becomes all of sudden rerouted. She says a talk container popped up, and a provider tech turned into attaining out.

“He informed me that I had viruses on my laptop and my firewall wasn’t operating and that he may want to restoration it all,” Garnish says.

Garnish knew if she had a pandemic, she wanted it constant proper away. And this guy becomes promising to easy her computer and deliver a year of protecting service for $269. So Garnish agreed to the expenses and gave him get admission to her laptop.

“As quickly as I finished up with them I notion, I want to double check this,” Garnish says.

Garnish referred to as a friend and turned into told it to become all a rip-off.

This is whilst she reached out to Touch thirteen. We did some research and discovered how it works.

“They call it a force by contamination web page,” says IT Protection Expert Curt Miller with Anexeon.

He says hackers entice you with a faux website online that regularly will freeze your browser, convincing you there may be a trouble.

“The nice aspect of doing is try to close the website in your browser absolutely, and in case you can’t, close the computer off,” Miller says.

Miller says there may be no way for someone to discover a plague in your PC through the internet, without you giving them manipulate. And when you supply them get right of entry to…

“They usually log in and installation some form of adware,” Miller says.

Then they’re capable of scouse borrow your non-public and monetary data. Garnish had a friend check her laptop, and now she’s preventing the fees along with her credit score card organization.

“Form of dumb for letting myself be misled… might’ve known better,” Garnish says.

So right here’s the Contact 13 backside line. in case you need your computer constant, your best wager is to do enterprise with a person you may talk to head to head. And be sure to shield your tool. there’s plenty of unfastened anti-virus software available online.

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What turned into so exclusive from the auto salesmen to the website sales pitch you just spent over 30 minutes of some time to read? Is it greed? The hopes and dreams of someday turning into working example of the “American Dream”? Giving your family a higher existence? I recognize the feeling my buddies. Been there finished that. I’ve misplaced heaps on the line to these so referred to as getting wealthy brief applications. After all those years, what I’ve found out? They DO Not EXIST! You cannot turn out to be wealthy overnight humans. The Most effective manner that’s possible is in case you win the lottery.

I will say this. There’s wish. Not all work at home applications is scams. There are Real, Severe, Pinnacle rated, Legitimate Moneymaking Opportunities from your property computer that aren’t scams. Trying to find them can sense like your trying to find a needle in a haystack. Don’t be fooled again. Keep your arms in your wallet and out of your purse. Parent out what it’s far you need to do. Whether or not it’s Multilevel marketing, official jobs, internet advertising, affiliate marketing or whatever hobbies you. Then search for all the information you can find. Once you’ve got executed that, seek again. Dig as deep as you can possibly dig. research, research, and extra research. The fact will lead you to greatness.

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Do Real, Sincere, Top rated, Legitimate Moneymaking Opportunities from your own home computer actually exist? Over 95% of these packages are scams. Only a few Real Opportunities do exist. The Land of the loose, the home of the Brave. desires are what can make lifestyles really worth dwelling occasionally. It offers you hope, pleasure, exhilaration. The American Dream I consider is profoundly primarily based on earning your piece of The American pie, giving your own family higher lifestyles. it’s miles honestly sad that many have completed this via gambling on the goals of others. You might listen, “end up a Millionaire overnight time” or “I will make you wealthy in 7 days”. humans clearly accept as true with this. Well, I’m right here to tell you it’s No longer genuine. None of it. You can’t become a millionaire overnight (unless you win the lottery), you cannot get wealthy in 7 days, and you can not bounce from the empire nation building and live without a parachute. Wake up human beings!

I’ve requested myself several instances, except what I have simply referred to. What’s it that makes people take such threat in preference to discovering deeper earlier than shopping? Perhaps the guarantee! Thirty days, Sixty day, 90 days Money returned assure. you’ve got not anything to lose, is what they inform you. Isn’t it humorous how they do Now not point out the emotional anger, frustration and flat out feeling of lack of knowledge you experience when you realize you simply been SCAMMED? As I write this I’m reminded of a completely humorous film I saw, multiple instances truly. “Tommy Boy” with the overdue Chris Farley and David Spade. If you have No longer see this film I fantastically suggest it. Tommy boy, played by Chris Farley, makes a remarkable announcement inside the midst of looking to make a sale. A client asks: “Why do they put a guarantee on the container”. Tommy boy replies: “Howdy, in case you need me to take a unload in a container and mark it guaranteed, I can…. I was given spare time….”. I have to say I laughed for hours after hearing that. several different humorous matters were stated at that part of the movie, But that line just struck me. Women and Gents the factor is that this. just because it has a guarantee doesn’t suggest squat.

research, studies, studies, Howdy did I mention research. Beginning any kind of paintings, business or software from Domestic goes to take time, and from time to time even Money to get matters going. Real, Sincere, Pinnacle rated Legitimate Cash making Possibilities from Home do exist! After thirteen years of being scammed loads of times you learn what to look for. simply because it has a guarantee does Now not imply whatever. If it sounds to accurate to be actual, it extra than likely is. Most significantly, anyone, anywhere who can promise you getting rich over night or in such a lot of days are simply flat out trying to scam you on your Money.

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Austin Tech Bros From #BeSomebody Are Losing the Fight They Picked Against Local High School Students

The Austin technology start up #BeSomebody—stylized like this, using the hashtag within the name—is constructed around a concept that makes a specific amount of feeling. The company makes a (using the same title whilst the organization) that, whenever you cut-through a little of babble about “passionaries” and “finding your passion” and material, provides a attractiveinterface for linking individuals who are thinking about understanding anything with individuals who may train them that factor. It’s just like a more pretty Craigslist for things like classes.

Is the fact that 1000000-buck concept? Properly, given that somebody actually offered them 1000000 bucks to follow it this past year, we’d have to say yes. Nevertheless, simply because the organization could secure eight numbers in seed financing doesn’t imply that worldview and the concept offered by its management will resonate globally.

Shaikh is just a guy that is productive, to ensure. The Austin native and College of Florida alum invested eight decades employed in advertising at Procter & Risk, helping in a job that had him touring the planet and distributing the gospel of the company’s consumer-products; from there, he walked right into a part as director of worldwide communications and social networking for camera producer and journey manufacturer GoPro in 2012—a placement he quit approximately annually later to be able to concentrate all his period and power on #BeSomebody. 

In his chat at Austin Large, that choice was mentioned by Shaikh. As KUT describes: 

In his talk, Shaikh talks of battling to achieve your enthusiasm about the significance. Their own battle was reported by him when he quit his luxurious condo and “75 percentage of equity” and his inventory at GoPro and transferred to Main Florida, where he released his concept.

“I invested 000 of my very own cash, $250 Shaikh stated. After I raised cash “And, I moved in with my parents at 35 yrs old. I’d a BMW. That was offered by me. Today, I-drive a 2004 Honda onto it,000 kilometers with 270 that the coldweather is started in by doesn’t. There’s lots of people in a great deal worse circumstances than me.”

Shaikh claims he hired a flat in Pflugerville wherever he resided with no furniture aside from a whiteboard that his sibling and he constructed manually since it was cheaper.

Shaikh’s tale, when seen via a contact that is particular, might come down as uplifting. Here’s an effective man who chose to risk a few of his achievement to pursue his desire, in the place of function to greatly help other people’s fruits follow their very own desires. But taking a look at it that way—as a proactive approach for everyone to follow their very own interests, that will be Shaikh frames it—requires someone to dismiss the privileges that Shaikh held. 

To summarize these rights: He’d $250,000 to get to start with; he’d parents who have been prepared to place him up at 35 yrs old; he’d contacts and encounter that permitted him to boost cash; he’d a BMW that he might market; he’d direct encounter of what it’s prefer to reside in a luxurious condo and generate a friggin’ Beamer and travel the planet on someone else’s cent, therefore he understood enough about herself to understand that he’d get tired of this; and, obviously, he’d the capability to sleep safe knowing that, if he failed, there’d Possibly be another organization that required a representative of worldwide communications having an application like their own. Therefore the danger he took by heading “all -in” was one by which he understood the seller might allow if he went bust him purchase another group of chips. 

Just why the concept of Shaikh’s chat didn’t resonate at Large which, it seems, is. And boy howdy did it neglect to resonate: W was rapidly become an item of ridicule at by Shaikh. Cesar Chavez, a #Lookadouche for Main Florida teenagers. Pupils within the school’s press plan, KAHS, created a parody movie mocking Shaikh’s concept and also the “passionary” vocabulary his company is made around (it’s fairly humorous); Sean Saldana, students in the school’s Maroon Information,��composed an op ed lounging into Shaikh’s demonstration, his organization, and his debate: 

The senior school pupil that is typical isn’t within the same vessel as him. For every Shaikh, you will find hundreds and thousands of minimum-wage retail employees who couldn’t look for a method that is lasting to exercise their interests.

“Don’t possess a plan-B, just possess a strategy A” isn’t a concept, definitely not one which ought to be sent to impressionable students.

Additionally, certain #BeSomebody includes a feel good concept designed to encourage the youth. Businesses possess a quest just as much money as you can to create cash. And there’s simply anything fundamentally incorrect in regards to a business visiting a public-school, losing government assets (period that would be invested in course and cash that’s spending an employee that isn’t operating), to half promote to those who have no option about whether they would like to notice. 

All Shaikh’s talk was pretty common #TechBro home-mythologizing and TED Speak inspiring garbage, but his platitudes determine the organization he’s constructed. With no “spread fly” and your wings / “don’t hesitate to be always a rhetoric, # BeSomebody personalisation generally is all that it provides. Properly, besides a chart constructed around person GPS information to find other “passionaries”(a possibly constructed by guys, since it’s difficult to envision ladies considering, “If some unusual guy adopted me to HEB since he noticed that I preferred karate too, that might be awesome”). 

Therefore unprofessionally to being mocked by Superior pupils, and also the proven fact that all-they need to provide is branding might clarify why the #BeSomebody group responded. In February Shaikh published a hilariously defensive article about the #BeSomebody website named “You Do Not Know What ENTHUSIASM Means,” by which he stays seventeen sentences searching in on his try to speak right down to the Austin Large pupils and academics who criticized his demonstration and ridiculed his concept. (McGee, in her article at KUT, display-got a set of all time excellent defensive tweets from Shaikh in reaction to an Austin Large pupil; in another twitter, #BeSomebody information representative Alex Dorner named an Austin Large instructor a “dork” for “talkin’ shit.”)

Obviously it can’t feel well to possess your work satirized that is tough. However, if the Large pupils who created the parody movies and composed the op eds are notably significantly less than adult, nicely, they’re teens. What Dorner’s and are Shaikh’s reasons for performing like children—for name-contacting, composing blogs that are defensive proclaiming teenagers who didn’t agree with the concept “uninspired seizing on misspellings and typos as a means to experience exceptional, a such like? 

Whichever buddies captured and temperature Shaikh seemingly have passed after tale embarrassed the Shaikh like to everybody at Austin Large,” boasting concerning the “PASSIONATE dialogue” his company began. That will be undoubtedly one method to aspect that is describe one passionately creating enjoyment of the additional aspect and also #BeSomebody passionately turning to mention and going out typos -calling.

The outcome is the fact that if tweeting messages out may have experienced strengthening a couple of months previously, dopier is will be felt by it today. Shaikh, who appears to capitalize the word “passion” every period he types it like he’s first got it copyrighted, doesn’t really own the term. Whenever a child who desires to be the following Kendrick-Lamar chooses to reputation in her dorm-room during the night after learning engineering rather than shedding out to locate an available mike seven evenings per week, just a jerk might contact her “uninspired” or declare that she’s “no concept what ENTHUSIASM means”—and an idiot who may be also out-of-touch to provide the merchandise he promises to become building. 

But fundamentally, Shaikh didn’t get that thousand dollars because he impressed some enterprise capitalists to attempt to distribute a note of wish and determination—he first got it since, if he places #BeSomebody together precisely, the slice he requires of the performing courses and diving classes that individuals sell-through his application can make all of them a lot of cash. Nothing wrong with that, when they identify #BeSomebody’s actual reasons but is it possible to blame a lot of students? 

Meanwhile, if Students are in being impressed by adopted their interests interested, there are closer-to- role models. At SXSW, throughout the Austin Music Prizes, Austin Large alumni H Clark Jr., Shakey Graves, Suzanna Choffel, Phranchyze, and much more is likely to be enjoying together included in an unofficial school gathering. Between Grammy , sold out offshore visit with String & Shovels, and also the increasing professions of Phranchyze and Choffel Austin Large pupils will find a method . 

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