#but he also karate-chops and kicks everything in existence

[true-blue-sonic]

You ever think Espio gets mad because Charmy thinks Shadow is the coolest person alive but when Espio does the /exact same thing/ Charmy thinks he's a loser

Definitely peeved, but he tries to talk himself out of it with "The ninja is not bothered by such attacks on his person, all the ninja cares about is training with no regards for what those leading a less disciplined life think about it" kind of statements. Sourly. Arms crossed. Back turned. The very picture of annoyance, lmao.

That being said, I think Shadow can definitely pull off the Cool Mysterious Competent Person appearance a bit better. Both he and Espio are the Straight Man of their respective party, but Espio is stuck with a highly chaotic manchild and an even more chaotic actual child, and thus he is not immune to participation in the shenanigans. Rouge and Omega meanwhile have far less of a comedic angle to them, and therefore Team Dark as a whole has much less of a goofy vibe to them. And Espio ties all his cool actions heavily to being a ninja: just listen to his quotes when ending a level in Heroes. As such, I do not fault Charmy for seeing Shadow as cooler than Espio, haha!

[prinxlyart]

Do you have any camileda headcanons you'd be willing to share?

ÒωÓ D O I E V E R

Camilia loves her job at the hospital. When they first start dating (after a stable portal is made obvs), she just continues to do her daily thing. She worked hard for that medical degree damnit!!! But every single day after work she gathers up whatever stuff she needs to bring over to the demon realm and hops on over and just face plants on Eda’s couch. She has sometimes been so tired she’s accidentally falllen on top of King while he was napping. Whenever Luz sees her exhausted like this, she picks back up her old habit of karate chopping her moms back to help her relax (because that’s how they do it in cartoons). It helps her get out her ADHD energy by keeping her hands busy while she tells her mom about her day. Eda will usually take a seat on the other couch or an armchair and also listen in for a minute before removing Camilia’s glasses and hair tie to help her be more comfortable before getting up to go make dinner. Camilia wouldn’t admit it in the first few months of them dating, but that’s her favorite part of every day.

Camilia’s come home from work sometimes to see Eda in her human disguise and a nicer-than-usual outfit waiting for her in her porch and she knows Eda’s planned some kind of date for them for the night. It always warms her heart whenever she sees her do this because sometimes she needs some spontaneity in her life. Goodness knows she can’t rely on Luz to provide that for her all the time when she’s in the demon realm.

On that same note, there are some days where she walks up to Eda and buries her face into Eda’s neck and just hugs her because it was a really long/bad day and Eda just holds her for a while. Eda knows Camilia has some bad days and never holds it against her. Whenever she isn’t up to a night out, Eda just leads her inside and takes care of her, taking her glasses off and her bun out and telling her to relax on the couch and tell her about her day. Camilia has only cried once during these little calm-down sessions because she was so overwhelmed with how much she loves this woman; none of her previous relationships treated her like this. Eda finds herself making tea in the kitchen usually, sometimes dinner if she’s familiar enough with the ingredients (or if it’s something she can pop into her favorite human device: the microwave. She’ll never understand how that little box works but she loves it).

One days where their schedules don’t match up (sometimes Eda is at her human collectibles stand or delivering potions later than she expects) Camilia will try her best to make meals out of whatever Eda has in her kitchen. She and Eda have gone over what stuff is food and what stuff is potion ingredients v thoroughly, but sometimes she can’t remember and it limits her options. At that point she just hops back over to her own house in the human realm and whips up some chapea/chambre (@ my Dominican followers; is there a “right” word? Does it matter? I’ve read it just depends on what part of the country you’re from?). By the time she gets back to the Owl House, Eda’s walking through the front door and looks nearly dead on her feet and immediately perks up the moment she smells Camilia’s cooking. Eda finds it hard to admit out loud for the first several months that they’re dating that coming home to Camilia and her cooking is nothing short of paradise; she usually expresses her gratitude by engulfing Camilia in big sweeping hugs and peppering her face in kisses before they sit down to eat.

On THAT note - Luz can smell her mother’s cooking from a mile away and will barrel down anything in her way if it means she gets to eat her mom’s cooking. She has actually broken walls in the past from how hard she swings doors open. She’s dragged all her friends back to the Owl House on several occasions to try her mom’s food (they all love it) and their evenings are filled with so much laughter and love and warm food and full bellies; Eda will sometimes become strangely quiet during these moments. Once everyone’s gone home and she’s gone to bed she’ll be lying awake in her nest, staring at the ceiling and realize oh, that’s what a family is like. It makes her more emotional than she realizes and she’ll find herself either crying (happy tears) or kicking around like an excited little kid and stifling her own squeals of joy. She hates admitting to being a giant sap, but she’s finding that ever since Luz came into her life, she doesn’t actually mind that much.

Sometimes Eda will have nightmares that keep her from going back to sleep. Whenever that happens, she’ll leave a note for Luz on the kitchen table letting her know where she is before sneaking over to the human realm in the dead of night. The first few times she did this, she had to find Camilia’s bedroom window and toss pebbles at it to wake her up, but she’s definitely been given a house key by now (Camilia was beside herself at the time; she hadn’t given a partner a key to her home in decades and for some reason there was a thrill in giving this to Eda.). Eda will quietly enter the house and tiptoe upstairs and just kinda slip into bed behind Camilia and wrap her arms around her waist and put her forehead against Camilia’s back and just listen to her breathe. Sometimes Camilia wakes up and (the first few times this happened she was scared shitless and nearly broke Eda’s nose. She’s learned to expect it by now) she’ll turn over and wrap her arms around Eda and brush her fingers through the front of her hair. It only takes a few minutes for Eda to feel at ease enough to fall right back asleep as if nothing had ever happened.

They love dancing. They don’t ever go out anywhere to dance, they’ll usually just dance in the living room or kitchen. If they have the radio going in the kitchen while they’re waking up in the morning, they’ll dance around each other as they go about their morning routines. This always ends up with them dancing together and laughing, usually because one of them accidentally knocked the other in the counter or the table. If Luz is staying at a friend’s house, Eda will set up her gramophone and put on some records they can slow dance to. They just like being able to be in each other’s space. No kisses needed (always welcome, but not always needed), they just love the intimacy of simply existing with one another in those moments.

I could go on but I’m struggling with whether or not they decide to actually get married. Would they get married in the human realm? Would Camilia leave her job to go live in the Boiling Isles with her daughter and her girlfriend? Would they even care to make their relationship recognized by legal documentation? Part of them would like to, for sure, but it’s not like...A necessity? Eda certainly has her human ID but I don’t know if she’s ever forged any American legal identification documents (birth certificate/passport). Camilia would never forge an identity for herself in the Boiling Isles, but she’s certainly not like. A resident. She and Luz are undocumented citizens of Bonesborough but literally no one cares.

Maybe Luz would pull something like Steven universe and just...throw them a wedding anyway because MOM PARTY!!!!! No legal documents, just a celebration with all their family and friends. We don’t know what Luz’s extended family relations look like; I have no idea if Camilia has any family she’d be leaving behind in the Human Realm or if everything she loves is living in the Demon Realm.

Far too many variables for this post anyway, maybe another post if y’all are interested in seeing more 🤷🏻‍♀️

[flareblitzedyt]

Raid on Area 51 for the Ib Remake/Remaster (Major Spoilers Included!!):

Everything included in this post is 100% not canon, it’s a twist on the current Area 51 thing that’s happening on 20th of September 2019. Don’t take anything put here seriously, all fun & games (except the people who went there for real).

Ib, Garry, Mary are locked up at Area 51, trapped in the realms of a one of a kind USB that the scientists developed to keep them contained so no one can enjoy the remake/remaster of Ib.

Kouri planned to release the remake/remaster of Ib on Steam sometime later on in September 2019. Steam though thought it would be better if the world would not witness such a marvel, steals the data from Kouri and transfers it to Area 51. During their adventures, multiple characters were summoned by a mysterious voice who calls themselves Guertena "three innocent souls must be rescued from the murky hands of tyranny, please help them." to planet Earth.

They ban together under the simple name of invaders, to join the earthlings that initially went to the raid event, though the ones that were called know what they must do. It is up to them to combines their powers & efforts, of the entire rpg maker horror universe to free their & our three friends from the grasp of Area 51. Will they succeed?

(Game characters included in the list: Mogeko Castle, Aria’s Story, LiEat, Prom Dreams, The Witch’s House, Witch’s Heart, The Crooked Man, The Sandman, Mermaid Swamp, Blank Dream, Paranormal Syndrome, Hello Charlotte, Midnight Train, End Roll, Wadanohara and the Great Blue Sea, Angels of Death, The Gray Garden, Dreaming Mary, Yume Nikki, Misao, Mad Father, Fausts Alptraum & Bevel’s Painting).

Neil uses his detective skills to analyse the situation to increase the chance of critical hits against the guard.

Diana inflicts poison to decrease the stats of the guards defense. Apollo uses his courage to lead the charge, increases army morale.

Yonaka summons her army of Mogeko minions to act as one of the main fighting forces of the entire operation.

Moge-ko tortures any injured guards as a message to the other guards to not fight against the invaders. Decreases guard morale.

Wadanohara uses her magic to half projectile damage from the guard to ensure that the minions can last longer.

Kyle unleashes the shrieks of the eternal damned to scare the guards and cause them to go deaf. (Warning, don't cause him to turn around, or we'll be damned).

Maggie lobs basketballs towards the guards to act as meat shields to decrease the chance of the invaders being hit by projectiles based weaponry.

Dolores summons Moloch to feast upon the dead guards, reviving any no named characters of the invaders to get back in the fight.

Aya & Alfred Drevis mows down trees with their chainsaws to use as javelins for the army, they also look cool! When there are no more trees, they'll reek havoc amongst the guards until their chainsaws rev no more.

Viola equips the guards beforehand with what looks to be mini radars to detect the movements of the invaders. They later become cursed and squeeze the wrists of the guards, decreasing their accuracy & physical strength.

Ellen summons a gigantic house that swallows up the guard (make sure that the front door is facing the guard!).

David Hoover appears as The Slenderman (but crooked) to scare the guards, lowering their morale.

Sophie Grundler summons the Sandman to cast sleeping sand on the guards, lowering their energy levels.

Aria summons donuts carried by rabbits to feed the invaders, enhancing short term strength. (Disclaimer: No rabbits are harmed at all in the entire operation).

Rin Yamazaki uses her unlady like manners to bully the guards, sadly though this is most unlikely to work, though it does distract them...at least.

Aki splatters the guards with her trusty baseball bat, also laughs demonically if a guard named Yoshino is splattered. (Doubles in power when teamed with Russell).

Russell splatters the guards with his blood soaked baseball bat, ineffective if medication for Russell every night wears off. (Doubles in power when teamed with Aki).

Gardenia prevents the invader's stamina from running out with her one of a kind spatula, maintaining long term energy.

Narrator will narrate on the entire operation, enhances Lewin's power.

Lewin documents everything that happens, enhances Narrator's power.

Selene pulls inappropiate faces (including tongues) to distract the guards.

Mishiro Usui lowers the morale of the guard by excessively telling them that they should not of existed in the first place.

Himeno Mikoto summons her army of stuffed teddy bears with knives to act as one of the main fighting forces of the entire operation.

Madotsuki and her YNFG counterparts sleep for eternity & rely that energy to all invaders to prevent their focus from dropping.

Hiroshi brings forth blue demons that acts as one of the main fighting forces of the entire operation.

Wendy distracts the guards by asking whereabouts she is along with finding her home.

Yosafire attempts to go from guard to guard, pick them up and fly high into the sky and drop them, only works half the time in the second half of the operation as Yosafire needs to overcome their fear of flying.

Bevel uses her trusty paintbrush to regenerate any lost armour & weaponry of the invaders.

Rachel's immunity to fear leaves the guard confused, also inspires minions to fight harder (somehow...).

Zack tears apart the guard with his trusty scythe (warning, if he runs out of guards to slay, he'll turn against any nearby invaders).

Mary dreams of a pink, soothing paradise that restores any moral losses for the invaders (warning, this may distract the mogeko minions and stops them from fighting, no other hindrances reported so far...I think...).

Efina creates very small dragons that nibbles on the guards feet, effectiveness of dragons depends on how much the guards lie throughout the entire operation.

Luna karate chops & axe kicks at the front lines to pave the way for the army alongside Claire.

Claire's positive attitude & cheerfulness inspires the ranks of any no named characters, leading the first charge against the guard alongside Luna.

Zizel enters the minds of the guard, acting as a phantom to catch their attention and decreases their rate of fire & accuracy.

Elisabeth distracts the guard by asking them where her doll is, when she finds her doll, she helps the mogeko & teddy bear minions by keeping their hair in style, increasing their self-confidence.

Charlotte unleashes an army of herself with multiple personas that supports the minions and attacks the guard.

Clyde is summoned as a last resort if the invaders have nearly lost, to rewrite any failures that happen, otherwise resetting the entire operation back to square until the operation is a success.

[shipaholic]

Good Omens/SU crossover - The Prologue!

Day 19, 2020: already behind on my writing schedule, lol.

It’s angels and demons with gem powers y’all! I’ve decided to post scenes from the fic on tumblr as I go, and then do a big edit at the end before putting it on AO3.

Prologue: three days after Adam and Eve leave the garden, Crowley reforms for the first time.

Link to next part at the end.

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Prologue

4004 BC

There was an angel in the garden of Eden.

The others had left already after the business with the apple, muttering about cock-ups (but more politely, being angels). Strictly speaking, there was no reason for any angel to still be skulking around the garden. A cloud of embarrassment hung over the place. In a few hours management was due to turn up and sweep it, before returning to head office and drafting an official statement. The garden couldn’t remain on Earth, obviously. There had been talk of archiving it.

A twisted black sigil, the size of a rook’s feather, lay on a flat rock. It looked as though it should have only had two dimensions, but had been press-ganged by physics into manifesting an extra one. It was wrapped in a little nest of white cloth and placed in a sunbeam. The angel hovered nearby, trying not to break into out-and-out looming.

The black object on the rock finally did something. It glowed pure white and rose out of its nest to float in the air two feet above eye level. It made a noise that would be identifiable, many, many years from now, as a laser beam charging up [1].

The light became blinding, and a shape grew out of it - more shapeless than shape, its borders wobbling like a giant soap bubble. Then it compressed and became human-shaped. Limbs sprouted in every direction. The blob at the top decided to be a head. It was like watching dough being rolled out and reformed into an unsettlingly realistic gingerbread man.

Long curls unspooled from the head. Swathes of cloth burst into existence and draped around the figure, similar to that worn by the angel. It then changed its mind, and the loose toga pinned over one shoulder morphed into a cowl and hood, wrapping around the head and leaving only a few loose strands of hair.

Features popped out of the smooth face. Colour suffused it down to the fingertips. There was a final burst of wind and light, like a celestial flourish, and a pair of gleaming white wings unfolded from its back. Immediately, they turned black, like a forest scorched to ash. They fluttered once, and the figure gently touched down on the grass of Eden.

It opened its eyes. They were still golden.

Then it squawked and fell over.

“Ack,” it said.

It kicked a few times at its robe, which was not especially tangled around its feet, but that seemed less embarrassing than acting as though it had fallen over because it still hadn’t got the hang of having legs.

Then it caught sight of the angel hiding behind a rock.

“Gnn!” it said, and grabbed for something to throw at him. [2]

“Um!” The angel held up his hands. He tried to stand up without looking intimidating, and ended up in a kind of hunch. “I come in peace. Erm.”

The figure pulled a face, as if remembering the distant present. “Peace? You killed me!”

The angel grimaced. “Well. I suppose I did, technically. Sorry about that.”

“You whacked me over the head!”

“I know how that must look -”

“I thought we were having a nice moment up there, with the sheltering from the rain and so on, and two seconds later you karate-chop me with your blessed wing!”

The angel’s face was two notches guiltier than his gave-away-my-flaming-sword face. “It really was an ac -” He paused. “Well. Not quite an accident, to be quite honest. Not in the sense of not meaning to do it. But I really didn’t mean to k- discorporate you. I feel terrible about the whole thing.”

“Oh, you feel terrible! I’ve got a ding in my skull. Brand new skull and everything.” The demon tapped its own head, but found it undamaged. It frowned. “Huh. That’s useful.”

“You seem fine now,” said the angel. He already sounded far less sympathetic.

“Yeah, ssssuperb.”

“You’ve even redecorated yourself a bit. I like the, erm.” The angel gestured vaguely. “Belt.”

“Yeah. Well. Why not.” The demon preened a little. It was quite a nifty trick. The angel was a fan of his new, cinched-in waist look, but thought it a bit of a shame the demon had covered his long red hair. His gem - the winding black sigil just under his ear - was also half-hidden under his hood. The angel had a few further thoughts, but it seemed impolite to comment.

“What are you hanging around for, anyway?” said the demon. He was still sprawled on the ground with a clump of grass in his hand. “Planning to stand over me and just… finish me off whenever I reform?” He blanched. He’d just said it off the top of his head, but it was actually a disturbing thought. “Because that sounds, uh. Boring.”

“Of course not!” said the angel. It did sound boring. Also, horrible. He’d got through the entire War in Heaven without engaging in what might technically be called combat. Given the option, he’d prefer to keep his kill-count at zero. Who knew their human forms would… explode into smoke clouds from one tiddly knock on the head? Someone upstairs might have told him. “I wanted to see you were all right, that was all. You gave me quite a shock, you know.” He gave an embarrassed cough. “Look, I really wasn’t trying to trick you - back on the wall.”

“Oh, ‘course not. You were just doing me a favour, keeping me dry, nice and neighbourly, only by sheer misfortune an overwhelming blood-lust came over you, and there was nothing for it but to smite me off a sixty-foot wall. That’s a comfort. I feel much safer now.”

   The angel, unlike most of the others, understood sarcasm. [3] He kept what had really happened up on the wall to himself. It had been a loud clap of thunder - the first ever produced on Earth - and it had been startling and unpleasant. Usually a sound like that heralded the appearance of Upper Management, who would have had Questions about him chatting to a demon, of the kind that ended in Meetings with Clipboards. Getting the demon out of sight chop-chop had been the word of the day, and - well. Turned out these new, corporeal bodies were less resilient than one might hope. Bit of a rush-job, the angel regrettably suspected.

“How long was I out, anyway?” The demon peered around the sun-drenched garden. “I see this place has had time to dry out.”

“It’s been three days. I’m not really supposed to be here anymore. I’m going to be terribly late to the staff meeting.” The angel looked at him sidelong. Politeness lost a skirmish with curiosity. “What… exactly was it like?”

“What, getting my head stoved in? Or just the general feeling of betrayal?”

The angel was a being of heavenly love and he did not roll his eyes. “What were you doing in there? While you were, er, recharging?”

The demon’s yellow eyes went blank. “Hnn.” He scratched his cheek. “Just. Hanging about, you know. Think I was in contact with one of my people. Sort of felt like someone was talking to me. And like I was filling in forms. And having a nap.”

The angel frowned. “A nap? Never heard of it.”

“Oh, it’s going to be big.” The demon smiled. He had high hopes for sloth. At the very least, he suspected he was going to like it.

The angel gave a tentative smile. “So it wasn’t too unpleasant?”

The demon huffed. “Fine, no, it wasn’t torture. It was just weird. No harm done, and I got a new look out of it, so don’t be too hard on yourself. Not that you were being all that hard on yourself. Scratch that, be harder on yourself, softer on me.” He clambered to his feet. He definitely hadn’t got the legs down yet. Rebooting his body had set him back, he was sure of it. “I’ve got turned around. Where’s the exit?”

The angel pointed. There hadn’t used to be an exit [4], but now that Adam and Eve had departed, there was. “I’d move quickly if I were you. Head office is sending some of my lot down to check the place over. Could be any minute now.”

“Thanks for the warning,” the demon said gloomily. He spread his wings for balance and started to wobble away on newborn legs.

“Sorry again!” the angel called out.

“Not like anyone died. See you, angel.”

The angel waved, then felt foolish since the demon was facing away. “Aziraphale. Don’t think I said.”

“Goodbye, Aziraphale.”

“Goodbye, Crawly.”

The angel watched him stumble towards the exit of the garden, until he started to feel peculiar and unsafe and guilty about something he couldn’t put his finger on. Time to leave and avoid running into management.

Aziraphale the angel turned and strode eastwards, and Crawly the demon continued west, and they wouldn’t meet again for six hundred years.

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[1] But only in certain B-movies.

[2] There were no deadly weapons in Eden, even if you improvise. The figure grabbed a handful of grass. He inconvenienced himself more pulling it out of the ground than he would have done to the angel by throwing it.

[3] After a fashion. At least, when it came draped in a neon flag with ‘I am being facetious and mean to you’ scrawled across it.

[4] An exit for humans, that was. The four Gates at the North, South, East and West were guarded by angels and they led to less Earthly destinations.

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(Chapter 1, Part 1)

[selfcontrolbuilders]

Self-Control Story - Chapter 3: Striving Against Fate

His wings were about to give up, any second now… But… He’d made it before they did. He crash-landed on the tree, rolling several times before stumbling before the thing he’d been after: The heart and soul of Yggdrasil. He got on his knees and looked at it intently with admiration. This thing was the responsible of all of life and existence in the world. He reached out to touch it and felt a surrounding warmth.

-Desperate soul that stands before me… What have you come here for?

Hargon frowned. Was Yggdrasil just going to lend him the power stored in the core if he asked nicely?

-I see… You are troubled because you feel left out… And you seek power to try again and fill in that void.

-Wha-? It’s not that!

-Do not lie yourself, young child. Why do you insist on focusing your anger on something else? Why do you insist on not seeing the truth? Do you not see that blinding yourself is worse?

The priest glared at the nearest part of the tree. Whatever. He wasn’t going to admit any of the things the World Tree just said now.

-You are part human, are you not?

-I-I’m nothing like that plague! I’m a monster and a monster I’ll remain!

-Please, you do whatever you do, do not forget where do you come from. Now, let us begin again. What hae you come here for, child?

-I…

The sound of another creature landing alerted Hargon, whose fins perked up like a cat’s ears when they hear something. He turned his head to see his least favorite person in the complete illusion standing next to who had been his god for all of his life.

-I’m not going to let you take the core of the creation! Especially because you hurt Malroth by doing this!

-Oh… So I hurt him. How curious, I thought it was otherwise.

-Huh?-the builder was now confused by Hargon’s words.

-Five hundred years-he said before getting another curious look from the other two-This is the time that has passed in this illusion. And the time I’ve waited patiently for the Master of Destruction to finally awaken. Five hundred years expecting the creature I’d been loyal to during my hundred and sixteen years of life to finally accomplish their destiny. I’d been taught to worship him, I’d been taught he’d destroy everything he saw and end the monsters misery… And with that hope, I pursued summoning him. He’d been banished to that decadent world of destruction he lived in by Rubiss, who disapproved of his behavior. I felt I owed him that much, because he wasn’t my god alone… He’d taken good care of my grandfather, teaching him what made him a threat to the worlds beneath and above. But… neither my grandfather or Malroth could ever do what they wished the most because they were slain by Erdrick and his descendants, just like I was and how my father died too. I’m tired of you, Scions of Erdrick, always looking for trouble for Rubiss to protect you. There is one thing you may have forgotten: The world can’t exist with creation alone, that’s why Malroth could fly freely in the past. But now the world has yet again submerged itself in the one-sided doing of Rubiss, that’s why I must make Malroth go back… Or do it myself.

Hargon caressed his staff, which had accompanied him in his whole journey. Then he took the pointed side in his hand. It was pointed enough to enter the core…

-Hargon, don’t-Malroth called for the priest-I promise I’ll-

-It’s already too late for that, I have already made a choice and there is no way to turn back-he said somberly while facing the core.

He lifted his staff and… he thrust into it until it sank enough to reach the center.

-So that is what you wish-Yggdrasil said in Hargon’s mind-To take my power and bring the other reality back to its former balance… Shall your wish be accomplished.

The power started channeling through the staff to Hargon’s body. He started laughing evilly while he saw how Yggdrasil surrendered to the creator of this world. Once all the power had been transferred, he turned around and pointed at Malroth.

-I challenge you to a one-on-one fight. I want to make sure we’re even before doing what I must, and what a better way than giving Malroth the thing he loves the most? Fighting is pure destruction and one thing I’m at least average on doing, so let us fight, that way we’ll be even.

Malroth thought about it for a second.

-How do I know you won’t be cheating, Hargon?-Ice said before Malroth said anything.

Hargon dropped his staff, took off his neclace and headwear (Supposing that thing on the head can be discarded without taking off most of his clothing.) revealing his mother’s legacy on him: hair. It was crimson, but it was something that at least  came from her in some way.

-I will not use any of my weapons, but I must say I still know how to fight toughly, so be prepared.

-Okay-Malroth said-Let’s fight to see who’d win if we fought back at the castle.

-You do know I’d have the control of your mind there, right? I still know how to make some illusions, how to alter reality. But I won’t use those tricks on you here. Let us see if my training and Yggdrasil’s power are more powerful than the Master of Destruction with his Vestige.

Hargon got to a fighting stance that reminded Ice of martial artists. Malroth simply made his knuckles crack. (Which I think would be oddly difficult with four arms and three fingers on each.) And the battle began with Malroth throwing a punch Hargon dodged swiftly by jumping out of the way. He then proceeded to do some kind of karate chop on Malroth’s arm, quite some reflexes he’d gotten. He proceeded to cast “Rukani” (also known as Sap) which lowered Malroth’s defense considerably.

-Hm… So you do know more than you let out “I-can-only-cast-Ionazun-and-Behoma” (also known as Kaboom/Explodet and Fullheal/Healall respectively)-Malroth said-Why’d you tell me that?

-Because if I let out the spells I know you’d never trust me. If I just told you my knowledge on explosion and healing spells, which you know too, you’d let trust sink a bit further. But now I do not need you trust, so…

Hargon jumped and started kicking and stomping Malroth on his head. His wings may have had something to do for him to be able to jump so high. Malroth’s HP lowered severely before he could slap Hargon from his head, sending him flying to one of Yggdrasil’s branches, on which he hit harshly. He must have broken a rib or two (if he has). The priest got back up with a little difficulty and readied another attack. This time he cast Begiragon and Mahyado (Kasizzle(before X)/Kasizz/Firebolt and Kacrackle/Blizzard respectively) chained together, one after another. This caused the damage to be slighly higher, due to the great temperature difference. Malroth cast Ionazun on reflex. (Kaboom/Explodet) Both of them were already low on health and tired already. The single idea on healing themselves didn’t pass their mind in any moment. After gaining back breath, Hargon threw himself ready to kick Malroth wherever he landed, and Malroth readied one set of arms to claw at Hargon. When both attacks landed Malroth received quite a kick, but the one having the worst end was Hargon, whose left arm and leg were severely wounded by his god’s claws.

-A-alright, you win-Hargon said, admitting defeat, knowing that if he wounded himself further there would be no way he could change the times-Just… Leave me be now, go with the builder if you wish, I do not care what you do anymore.

Ice raised a brow. Hargon admitting defeat just like that? Is today the day where the world works in a reversed manner?

The answer didn’t stop to come, as Hargon raised the staff to perform one last move, but it was not an attack. It was one last desperate move to change times. 

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If you are taking requests could you write a jeremy/reader where they are best friends but they argue cause the reader has a date and he ends up kissing the reader while they are fighting?

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“Well, doesn’t someone look pretty tonight,” Jeremy let out a low whistle as you walked in the living room. The two of you had been best friends from the moment you met him at RTX so when he came to Austin to work for Achievement Hunter he had naturally moved in with you. That also meant Jeremy pretty much knew everything about your life. “Fancy plans tonight?”

You shrugged, “Just a date on I found on Tinder. Nothing special.”

Jeremy’s face was quickly molded into a look of concern, “Need me to drive you there? I don’t want you getting murdered or anything.”

You laughed and shook your head as you laced up a pair of boots, “I can manage. I’m a big girl. Besides if he tries anything I can finally use one of those sweet karate moves on him.” You playfully karate chopped the air.

Jeremy chuckled this time, “Well, let’s hope it doesn’t come to that. Call me if you need anything.”

“Aye! Aye!” you saluted him before grabbing your purse. You glanced at Jeremy over your shoulder one last time and could have sworn he looked truly upset. You shook off the thought as you locked the door behind you.

A couple hours later and you were sneaking in the apartment in case Jeremy was asleep. You could hear his TV and relief filled your chest as you tossed your purse and boots by the front door.

You tried to wipe away the tears before entering Jeremy’s room but it didn’t matter. He knew the date went awry as soon as your silhouette filled his doorway.

He set his laptop on his nightstand and scooted over to make room for you. You smiled at the tiny gesture and climbed into his bed, curling up against his side. Your head went to Jeremy’s chest and his hand began rubbing your back soothingly.

“Want to talk about it?” he inquired softly.

You shook your head and added, “Let’s just say another jackass.”

“Want me to beat him up?” Jeremy asked.

You chuckled as tears pricked at your eyes once more, “No. He’s not worth your time or energy.”

“Did you at least use some of those sweet karate moves on him?” Jeremy kept the conversation lighthearted.

You let out an actual laugh this time and shook your head, “I wish.” You paused before opening up a little more, “You know, he called me a slut for not sleeping with him. How ironic is that?”

Jeremy didn’t reply right away. He actually seemed to freeze. You thought he was trying to come up with a comeback but he was trying to not climb out of bed, seek out the lameass, and punch him until he was unconscious.

Finally, Jeremy chimed in, “You’re not a slut. I know you know that but I wanted someone else to remind you. You’re way too good for any of these guys.You’re so smart and beautiful and funny and can kick my ass at video games any day of the week. I’m sure you know all this but I just wanted to remind you of how amazing you are.”

That was not what you were expecting and luckily in the dark Jeremy couldn’t see you blush. You were filled with warmth and leaned up and pressed a kiss to Jeremy’s cheek, “Thank you.”

He nodded slightly in the dim light and you curled up against him once more, feeling much better than you were a few minutes ago. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep after that.

You could have sworn though right before you passed out you felt Jeremy kiss your forehead.

The next morning Jeremy was sweet and made you pancakes but after that, the two of you fell back into your normal routine.

The next few days you missed every longing look Jeremy gave you. You missed how when you laid on him to watch movies he would press his lips to your hair. You missed how his smile brightened ten times over whenever you looked at him. You missed how much your best friend was in love with you.

You went on with your life as usual.

“What about this one?” you asked Trevor, holding up your phone, showing a recent match on Tinder as you were waiting with him while Jeremy finished up. You had planned on getting lunch together today.

Trevor took the phone and scrolled through the profile, “I don’t know he doesn’t really seem like your type.” He handed your phone back.

You took it and gave Trevor a look, “I have a type?”

“Yeah,” he nodded with a knowing smile.

“Okay,” you crossed your arms. “What’s my type?”

“Rowdy,” Trevor began.

“Rowdy?” you raised an eyebrow.

“I’m not done,” he informed you.

You held up your hands, “Fair enough. Continue.”

“Thank,” Trevor smiled, “Rowdy. You get bored easily so you like someone who keeps things exciting.” You nodded in agreement and let him continue, “I’ve noticed you’re a sucker for brown eyes. You like someone who is a good cuddler. Cat people. Beards. Fearless. Over the top. You tend to go for shorter people so I’m out.”

You laughed at that one, “Sounds all true though. I mean I’m willing to step outside that though. Since I have yet to find someone who meets all those marks.”

“But Jeremy,” Trevor pointed out.

“Jeremy?” you questioned. You hadn’t even considered your best friend like that. You suddenly realized Trevor was looking behind you so you spun around, “Oh, Jeremy! Hi!”

Your best friend was in the doorway waiting and the sight of him suddenly reminded you of food. So like that, all thoughts of him romantically were out the window.

Even after Trevor’s little talk you still set up the date and two days later you were in the living room once again grabbing your shoes.

Jeremy froze in his tracks as he walked out of his room and saw you. “Date?” his voice was so soft you almost missed it.

“Yeah. Another one from Tinder,” you smiled over at him.

Jeremy walked a little closer, “Are you sure that’s such a good idea? You know after the last few…”

“Jeremy, I’m a big girl. I have to try. Not every date will be bad,” you laughed him off.

“Maybe we can find someone not on a dating app,” Jeremy suggested.

You stood and raised an eyebrow, “I’m on a dating app. Are you trying to say something?”

“No!” Jeremy held up his hands, “Just the guys on there are usually skeezy.”

“Once again. I can handle myself,” you crossed your arms.

“No. You can’t,” Jeremy started raising his voice as he moved into your personal space, “Because you come home after all those dates and you come to me! You get hurt then I have to clean up after them!”

“Then I won’t come to you anymore!” you shouted back.

You don’t even think Jeremy heard you because he kept going, “They all hurt you! They don’t even realize that they are the luckiest guys in the world! They put some stupid pun in their profile and you eat it up! They get to date the best girl in existence and I get to sit at home until I clean up their mistakes! It’s okay though! I get it! I’m nothing special! I’m not good looking!”

Your heart was pounding as Jeremy confessed all this. You didn’t know how to react so you just screamed, “Well, why the fuck didn’t you tell me!”

That seemed to snap Jeremy out of it. The color drained from his face as he realized what he just did. A vast range of emotions flashed across his face until finally he just blurted, “Aw, fuck it.”

He grabbed you by the waist and planted his lips on yours in a rough kiss.

Your initial reaction was to shove him away but as you went to do so your body seemed to take over. Instead of pushing him away, you gathered his shirt in your hands and pulled him closer so you could deepen the kiss.

When you pulled away you laughed because your lipstick was smeared across Jeremy’s mouth.

He seemed to relax at the sound of your laughter even if he didn’t know what you were laughing at. “So…”

“Hold on,” you held up a finger and grabbed your phone. You typed a message out as Jeremy’s hands rested on your hips, “Okay. I’m yours for the night.”

“Just for the night?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“We’ll see from there,” you told him before leaning in for another kiss.

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{{ Using the Underground in Your Story/RP: Some Guidelines }}

Okay. First off. I didn’t expect this many people to be interested in Glim Glam’s Cause at once. So give me a break if this seems lacking in characters or is thin on details. I never expected this many people to want in on this at once. I thought private rp would just happen once and a while and me and a partner would flesh out Underground details as we went along per individual game. But it looks like people kind of want a war.

And I certainly don’t want to ruin anyone’s fun. So here’s what I’ll do. I’ll give you the details I’ve got and I’ll definitely be a part of your fun if you let me.

The first thing you have to understand about the Underground is that it is BOTH a network of crime and a place. There’s the crime network, all the small crime businesses connected and managed by the meticulous and business-savvy Almas, and also an actual underground-city under Canterlot.

The city was dug up in ancient times by the shadhavar who my Celestia (Complextia) wiped out of existence through biological warfare. (To be fair they were demons who ate ponies.)

Almas is the last of his kind. He is half unicorn and half shadhavar. See the site’s info for more about him. Anyways, he runs this place. It’s got an actual castle too. Wow! Anyways, he doesn’t even work there. He prefers an office, with a secretary and everything. He’s actually quite chill. The Underground city is WELL-HIDDEN.

 RULES

LET ME KNOW IF YOUR USING THE UNDERGROUND IN YOUR STORY/RP. Please. It’s my Original Creation. I’d like to keep track of this, mostly because it’s fun to see and I want to stalk your threads tbh. 

When you’re ready to face-off, let me know. I’d like to be involved. It’s kind of unfair if I’m not. One of the characters below would be best please.

Your character just poofing in there kind of makes no sense. The Underground city is well-hidden.

Killing the guards and NPC’s makes sense I guess. But my characters that I list, no. That’s stupid. The usual RP rules apply. No godmodding and killing my characters. I decide when/if they die.

Show some respect and I’ll show respect to you. Also, Almas is feared in within his world. That means something. Don’t just...idk, have your character go in like Chuck Norris and expect to K.O. him in one karate chop. There’s no fun in that.

There are consequences for disrespecting a villainous character. They’re not just there to kick around.

Starlight’s hospital where she was wronged I am going to rp myself with someone. I won’t have to rp’rs who I’m not involved with do that. Sorry.

No OP bullshit. I’ll try not to do that to you. Don’t do it to me. Just meh.

Tbh, investigation and involvement with the side characters is probably the coolest thing you can do. But if you want to do an rp where you find THE Underground just let me know.

 KEY CHARACTERS

Almas- Shadowy figure who runs the Underground. A shadhavar (hybrid of a unicorn), seems to appear only at night. Chill af usually but rumored to have a killing streak a mile wide when triggered. A business-stallion and smart but also someone with a sadistic streak who is not ashamed of the fact that he views the world in a “supply and demand” lense. Starlight’s number one target. If he were destroyed there would be a power vacuum.

Emeril- Almas’ alter ego. (He has DID, yes. Sue me.) Emeril is in fact not evil and works as a nurse at a hospital during the day. None know he is Almas except Bluebelle. Starlight knows him and is unaware she knows Almas’ cover.

Lickety Split- A jill-of-all-trades who works for the Underground who is a spy, often Almas’ arm-candy, secretary and even assassin. She is a master of disguise and often thinks about leaving the Underground because of the danger. Might be persuaded to snitch.

Gossamer Webbs- A foal trafficker with the talent for luring foals in and trapping them before she sends them off to the Underground. Ice-cold in personality though she can put up a great façade of kindness for young ones. She has a web cutie mark and is a unicorn with mint-colored fur and her hair in a bun. She also knows the ropes in paper work and does her own office work in the trafficking business.

Bluebelle- An often laughable criminal lawyer who never-the-less gets cases done and sometimes represents criminals involved in the Underground. She is Emeril’s best friend and has to continue working for the Underground under threat of Almas. Actually often terrified for her life. Rara’s lawyer as well. Tied to the Underground secretly.

Countess Coloratura- Secretly a customer of the Underground in the past due to drug purchase. Trying to sever all ties she ever had with them. Has used Bluebelle as a lawyer. May have slept with Almas.

Starlight Glimmer- The mare who it is said is destined to destroy the last shadhavar and end the Underground. Also victimized by the organization once, she now vows to end it. But a prophesy says that to destroy Almas, she will also destroy herself.

@ladyofdragonsandfriendship @theheroofharmony @madamenxgative @the-crystal-muse @yourlocalhooligriff  & some others I saw...? (please tag them if I forgot them )

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BIO.

Taken from Gorillaz.wiki

in: Gorillaz Wiki Noodle

Name: Noodle Gender: Female Birthday: October 31, 1990 Sign: Scorpio Eye Color: Green (Phase 2) Black (Phase 3 onward)

Height 5’ 2" (1.57m) Years Active: 1998-2006, 2010-present Age: 26 (as of 2016) Noodle is the official lead guitarist of Gorillaz. Since the events of the El Mañana Incident, she had disappeared for approximately four years. During her absence, her position as the band’s guitarist was substituted by Cyborg Noodle, made by Murdoc from Noodle’s DNA to replace her in the Gorillaz.

Background

Noodle was born in Osaka, Japan on October 31, 1990.

Noodle spent a portion of her childhood in Japan as a subject of a classified Japanese super soldier project under the management of the Japanese scientist, Mr. Kyuzo.

Noodle, along with 22 other children, were trained with the sole purpose of fighting as soldiers of the Japanese military and government. After the children were deemed too dangerous and unstable for combat, the project was scrapped. Mr. Kyuzo was then ordered to dispose of all possible traces of the failed experiment, as well as its participants.

After killing the other 22 children, Kyuzo was reluctant in killing Noodle. Rather than killing her, Kyuzo placed her in a state of amnesia through use of verbal commands. The phrase used to place Noodle in her state of amnesia was known as Ocean Bacon. After temporarily clearing her memory of the project, Kyuzo smuggled Noodle to the United Kingdom in a FedEx crate and falsely reported her death (along with the other 22 children) to his superiors.

Noodle arrived at the doorstep of Kong Studios in 1998. Once the crate was taken inside, Noodle sprung out of the box and performed a guitar solo (which 2-D described as “200 demons screaming in Arabic. Brilliant!”). She ended her solo with a 20 foot high karate kick before bowing and saying the word “Noodle”. This resulted with her earning the name “Noodle” (her only currently known name), and replacing Paula Cracker as the band’s lead guitarist.

Gorillaz Phase 1: 2000-2001

Noodle at the age of 10. Noodle was about ten in this phase. She mainly played guitar, but also provided vocals for the Gorillaz, most notably the track “19-2000”. In numerous videos, idents and music videos alike, it became obvious that Noodle was talented at much more than just music. She is also proficient at martial arts. During this phase, she couldn’t speak English, except for a few phrases like “yeah” and “duh”. Post-Phase 1 to Pre-Phase 2: 2002-2004

After the band’s abrupt breakup, Noodle traveled back to Japan by herself to learn about her forgotten past. During her stay, she visited a sushi bar in Osaka where she heard a waiter tell the bar’s chef that he needed an order of “Ocean Bacon”. Upon hearing the phrase, Noodle simultaneously regained all memories of her previously concealed past (which included her ability to speak fluent English as well as every other known foreign language). After her sudden revelation, she returned to Kong Studios, which had fell into a state of disrepair during the bands’ absence. She also discovered that the studio had become infested with hordes of undead zombies. Using Kong’s security surveillance room as a “safe house”, Noodle slowly cleansed the complex of its unwanted inhabitants. During her stay at Kong Studios, Noodle laid out the concept plans for the 2005 album, Demon Days. After completely ridding the building of the zombies, Noodle embarked on a mission to reunite with her band mates.

Gorillaz Phase 2: 2004-2008

Noodle in her bunk at a capsule hotel during her stay in Japan. This phase featured the album Demon Days, written by Noodle herself (now fifteen), which contained the song “DARE”, the first song featuring Noodle doing almost everything, including instrumentals and singing.

At the end of this phase, Noodle was considering leaving the band for a while, so she planned to leave after filming the final music video, “El Mañana”. During the filming of the video, Noodle parachuted off the floating island from the “Feel Good Inc.” video after it was gunned down by two armoured helicopters. When filming was complete, Noodle had disappeared; causing panic across the set and everyone on it, except for Murdoc. Her used parachute was found amongst the wreckage of the crash site. This caused many to believe for a while that Noodle had been killed off. These rumors of Noodle’s supposed death were finally laid to rest, as Murdoc assured everyone that she survived, and they had staged the crash to get rid of Jimmy Manson, who had hid away in the windmill, thinking he was part of a plot to get rid of Noodle and take her place with the parachute. Murdoc claimed, in the Gorillaz book Rise of the Ogre, that Noodle was “off in the Maldives, just chilling out”. However, in the epilogue of the book, a transcript of a radio broadcast from Noodle is printed out.

Another similar radio broadcast could be heard in the basement of Kong Studios on the official Gorillaz website.

Murdoc later “confessed” that Noodle was stuck in hell, but he had allegedly saved her. He was drunk at the time, so it is unknown if what he said was true or not.

Gorillaz Phase 3: 2010-2012

Noodle as she appears in Phase 3. Four years after her disappearance, Noodle embarked on her journey to reunite with her former band mates. She was formally seen last in the On Melancholy Hill video, sporting a cat mask on board a cruise liner known as the M. Harriet. During the voyage, a crew member notified her that the ship was being attacked by pirates and that he was sent to escort her to the ship’s lifeboats. Without speaking, Noodle opened her luggage and armed herself with a Thompson submachine gun. It is assumed that she is seeking revenge for being marked dead by Murdoc. After shooting down one of the two pirate fighter planes, Noodle was forced to abandon the M. Harriet which was sunk by a dive bomb torpedo released by the second plane. She is later seen in a life boat being lifted out of the water atop Russel Hobbs’ head, who is currently in a noticeably larger physical state than usual. [1]In the canceled Rhinestone Eyes video, she and Russel make it to Plastic Beach. Later on, after the Black Clouds destroy Plastic Beach, Cyborg Noodle malfunctions and attempts to kill Murdoc, but is destroyed by Noodle. She and Russel rescued 2-D after he got swallowed by the whale and the three of them began to track Murdoc after he faked getting killed by the Black Clouds and escaped to Hawaii where he began his radio shows celebrating Gorillaz’ Ten Year anniversary. It turns out “Hawaii” was just a ransacked house in London, and the room he was in had a Hawaii theme to it complete with sound effects. It is unknown what happened to Murdoc when they found him.

Noodle later makes a brief appearance in the music video, “DoYaThing”, as 2-D looks into her room. Most of her facial injuries seemed to have healed since the events of Plastic Beach. However, the house they are staying in (212 Wobble Street) is suffering foreclosure; what happens next is uncertain.

Gorillaz Phase 4: 2016-

Days after the attack on Plastic Beach, Noodle awoke in a strange Japanese fishing village. She was nursed back to health by an old pearl diver named Chiyoko, so Noodle took a job as her apprentice to repay her kindness.

Gorillaz - The Book of Noodle (Full) One day, deep beneath the waves, she opened a unnaturally big pearl shell, and accidentally released an ancient demon from hell. Noodle learned this was Mazuu, a shape-shifting devil that could take human form. The only way to destroy it was to remove its head from its body. And so, for years, Noodle pursued Mazuu across Japan. Finally, she had tracked it down to Tokyo, where it had risen to the top of the criminal underworld.

Disguised as a geisha, she infiltrated their headquarters, The Demon’s Lounge. While Mazuu was distracted, she chopped off its head. Its earthly existence was over.

Escaping Mazuu’s sumo bodyguards, she packed herself into a box with dried fish, bottled water, and a copy of Moby Dick. Her package was addressed:

West London, England - c/o Murdoc Niccals

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Life's a B*tch. Here's How to Fight Back

Yes, I am rocking a sweet coach whistle and suede boots.

I made a kid cry today. As an elementary school teacher, this is neither the first time this has happened, nor will it be the last, but no matter how many times it goes down, the experience always prompts this odd mixed reaction of devastation, horror, and completely inappropriate stifled laughter, like the kind you have at a funeral, like the more you think about it, the more terrified you become that you’re actually going to laugh in his little face.

Everybody was playing that bizarre, vaguely football-like game they play every recess, and it was going just fine, and then there he was, standing right there in the middle of the field, yelling his little kid-brains out over who even knows what. So I shouted at him in the manner I felt most appropriate, which means I channeled my inner high school football coach and called to him, "Hey, you! Get off the field! Clear eyes, full hearts, can't lose!" (Ever since I finished binge-watching Friday Night Lights, I feel I have a very good grip on how to communicate effectively with young men).

Of course Coach Taylor and I have matching boots. / Illustration by the author, Mikayla Park.

So he stomped over to me with the kind of excess pageantry exhibited solely by small, angry children and dogs wearing shoes (enjoy the glory that is this video) and gave me his elaborate pagan dance of fury, physically accenting the important words, like, I am just (punch) trying to play the game (kick) BUT NO ONE (karate chop) IS (punch) PLAYING (kick) BY (karate chop) THE (double karate chop) RULES (kick!). I know he wanted me to go over there and micromanage his game for him, but I had some pretty good reasons for refusing to do so that didn’t have to do with the fact that the grass was wet and I didn’t want to walk across it in my suede boots just to get yelled at by some more angry kids.

But hoo-boy, was he mad, and as we are all well enough aware, what often follows a kid’s mad-tantrum is some mad-crying. And then there were a lot of tears, and snot, and, well, I’ll spare you the uglier details. Then, of course, I found myself on the receiving end of the battle cry for sobbing children everywhere: He looked me dead in the eye and wailed, "IT’S NOT FAIR. YOU JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND."

Oh, but I do. We all do—if only he knew how very little fairness exists in Grown-Up Land. I think the only reason you don’t see more grown-ups angry-dancing all over the ding-dang place is that, when you grow up, you decide it’s better and more adult of you to shove those feelings of anger and frustration deep down inside you so that they may manifest as stress-related medical issues instead.

Dog drivers are the ::worst::. / Illustration by the author, Mikayla Park.

Oh, how I want to warn this kid to guard his little justice-seeking heart... I want to weep for his snotty face, for all of our snotty faces. If only I could properly convey to him how agonizing it is to abandon your avocado at the grocery store so that you have only 10 items for the 10-items-or-less checkout lane, and then watch the bish behind you plop at least 20 pieces of fancy cheese on the conveyor belt. How lousy it feels to lean over your sink one morning to inspect how lousy you are looking today, only to have the lousy sink collapse beneath you, and then end up paying to replace it due to a loophole in your lease agreement. Or the unique aggravation of driving your car behind people who go 20mph in the left lane in the middle of rush hour, who cut you off, who won’t let you in, who drive in the carpool lane with a dog wearing a hat as their passenger, who never, ever, ever, use their turn signal. Is the turn signal not a thing we use anymore, and I just missed the memo? Why have people stopped using their goddamned turn signals?

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But that seems a little heavy in these times of supreme heaviness, and he’s only 6. So instead, I would tell him, as I would tell all of you, that in the midst of all the unfairness and uncoolness, in the dark, shabbier days when it seems like we may never end up on the awesome end of things, there really are small ways of making it more OK than… well, than it would be otherwise. And one way I have found to make it OK: I don’t use my turn signal anymore now, either.

It takes a lot of focus not to, after so many years of being an excessively fastidious driver. I used to use my turn signal for everything, like pulling out of a parking spot, which even my mother deemed unnecessary. But these days, it makes me feel better to weave in and out of traffic with nary a hint to my fellow drivers. If I catch some old lady’s stank eye as I drive past her, I’ll give her the stank eye right back, a silent expression that screams, Welcome to the jungle, bitch. It just feels like a tiny piece of power I am taking back, a way of reminding myself that there are still a few things in my life I can control. And that’s what I meant to pass on to my young friend when I leaned over, put my hand on his shoulder, and said, Listen, if no one is playing by the rules, why should you?

The cheese knows what's up. / Illustration by the author, Mikayla Park.

Of course, he looked at me like I was a moron and ran back to shout at his friends some more… which he actually couldn’t do because we had taken up too much time talking and recess was over. There’s probably a lesson about problem-solving in there, but I think that’s for another day.

School should be fair. Playtime should be fair. I believe my students should enjoy these days of insular righteousness, when justice is always just a tattle-tale away. Because grown-up life is not fair, and sometimes, when no one else is playing by the rules, there’s only one way to make things right. Sometimes, you just have to fling two dozen pieces of cheese onto the conveyor belt, throw a hat on your dog, and defiantly ignore your turn signal… with clear eyes, full hearts, and a pair of well-preserved suede shoes.

Mikayla Park is a teacher/nonprofit creative person residing in the slums of Beverly Hills. Find her, and her two charming rescue dogs, everywhere at @mikaylapark. from Greatist RSS http://ift.tt/2kjmpXQ Life's a B*tch. Here's How to Fight Back Greatist RSS from HEALTH BUZZ http://ift.tt/2j53WwU