#for the past week its literally the grossest

[tiny-vermin]

its the first day in a week where i dont immediately become drenched in sweat the moment i wake up . bless the lord amen he is risen

[kujakumai]

cleaned up old WIP, 2800 words, AU where Yami Bakura succeeds in switching hosts in DK and Mokuba makes friends with an evil ghost. Not going to be continued but it literally would not leave my brain alone until I finished it.

Things were not going according to plan.

The plan was to take control of a soulless puppet, an easy vessel incapable of interfering with his ends. He had the vessel, had accomplished that much, but he was not expecting the pharaoh and his little friends to succeed and convince Pegasus to give everyone their souls back. So now not only was there a second person in this body he had to keep suppressed, but now he was stuck impersonating a child, smiling through an awkward reunion and then placed onto a helicopter next to a gangly high school student who was watching him like a hawk.

The spirit-that-was-no-longer-Yami-Bakura knew that he was supposed to be Mokuba, but he did not remember the tall one's name. K-something. He had a stupid jacket and hardly took his eyes off him the entire ride, as if he thought his little brother was going to disappear in a puff of smoke when he wasn't looking. Annoying. Infuriating. Luckily it did not seem he wanted to talk, or at least accepted silence. No one expects recent kidnapping victims to say much, which was a boon. A little dazed, a little quiet, a little off, and no one really found it unusual.

They dropped off the pharaoh and his friends, and finally landed at a gaudy and ostentatious house so large it took him a second to realize it was a home at all, an absurd monument to decadence with grounds full of ugly topiaries. Wealth, then. Perhaps this wouldn't be so bad. He could work with this. The rich kid in the stupid coat quietly held his hand the entire walk up the driveway, until they entered a foyer just as gilded and obscene as the outside had been.

No, things were not going to plan, and playing grade-schooler was awkward and an insult to his dignity, and he was farther away from the other millennium items as he ever had been. He would have to grit his teeth through it until he could figure out the next step. In the meantime, perhaps, enjoy some amenities.

Richie rich sighed, relaxed his shoulders the moment they got inside. He looked at who he thought was his little brother and gave him a small, exhausted but genuine smile. He struggled with what to say next.

"Mokuba," he said, "I have to check on a few things in my office. See what kind of damage they did. Do you want to come with me?"

"No." Finally, a chance to be out of this idiot's sight.

This answer seemed to surprise him, a twitch of skepticism. "Will you be okay by yourself?"

He nodded. Keep answers short, when you're impersonating.

His face betrayed more skepticism, concern, and the tiniest hint of disappointment. As if rich kid himself was the one who was scared to be alone in his own house. He accepted the answer, though, to the spirit's relief.

Rich kid bent down and pulled him into a tight hug and ruffled his hair. "We'll get something special for dinner, okay? And ice cream."

"I do like ice cream." This was true. Ryou Bakura almost never bought ice cream, and when he did it was the stupid healthy kind that everyone knew shouldn't even really qualify as ice cream, which was another reason he was a terrible host. That and the fact that he was startlingly pale and had the upper body strength of a limp noodle and the personality of skim milk. This would be better, even if he had to deal with the abrupt drop in height.

Rich kid headed off towards the staircase with another tired but trying-to-be-reassuring smile, and it was then that the spirit of the ring felt an annoyance in the back of his brain. A presence. A scratching, biting, flailing presence, screeching mad, which he had been suppressing for a while now but finally broke through.

get out get out get out get out give it back its MINE get out

The host, awake. What a bother. More rambunctious than Bakura, then? No matter. He could handle a child.

that was MY hug and MY headpat and MY big brother and you can't have them he's been gone for ages and they're mine not yours get out get out get out

The spirit pushed back, ignored him. Shush. He had planned to hold this body alone, and he did not intend to go back to sharing. If you're good, I might let you have it back for a little while later.

shut up go away go away go away go AWAY

And then Mokuba Kaiba did something, something the spirit was not accustomed to or expecting at all, something which Ryou Bakura had never been willing or able to do. He shoved, violently, and the spirit of the ring was ripped out of control with some amount of panic.

"SETOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

Why you insolent little--

Seto Kaiba was not aware of the mental turf war happening over his little brothers body. What he did see was his brother scream his name and fall down, and the whole room echoed with a metal clatter as his briefcase fell on the floor and he ran towards him.

--

The ring had been discarded unceremoniously to a side table, and not-Bakura-and-not-Mokuba-either had no choice but to wait and observe, as a pediatrician on a sudden housecall shined lights in the boy's eyes and rich kid, who the spirit had since gleaned was named Seto Kaiba, looked on in worry.

"You said you heard a voice?" The doctor asked.

"Uh-huh. I think it lives in the necklace."

"You got that thing at Pegasus's house?" Kaiba asked, in disbelief.

"I don't remember. I was just wearing it when I woke up."

"What did the voice say?" the doctor continued, professionally ignoring any talk about magic necklaces.

"Not a lot. It was kind of mean."

"I see." She turned to Kaiba. "He's fine, physically. You might want a psychologist." and Seto Kaiba made what could politely be referred to as A Face. This was not what he wanted to hear, this was news that worried and annoyed him in equal measure, and to some degree was news he had half-expected.

"He's had a rough few months. I'll look into it." and she was dismissed, and Mokuba hopped down from the counter.

"Can we order pizza?" he asked, with big pleading eyes.

Kaiba watched him with dry amusement. "Mokuba, you can have anything you want from any restaurant in a forty mile radius."

"And I want pizza. Real pizza, from somewhere that doesn't also serve caviar."

"Cheap pizza?"

He nodded very seriously. "The grossest greasiest cheapest."

"I can do that. Anything else you want?"

Mokuba's eyes lit up, and soon he was dragging Kaiba by the hand towards somewhere else in the house. "I got to this really hard level in my game I can't get past and I wanted to see if you could beat it, and I found this really cool video I wanted to show you, and I got a really good report card you never saw, and--" and months worth of pent up requests were tumbling out rapid fire, and Kaiba was smiling with affection and some amount of relief.

Loud and clingy, then, was the normal and expected behavior. The spirit of the ring made note of this, as he lie abandoned.

--

The ring was still sitting on a side table, in Mokuba's bedroom, apparently because no one knew what to with it or thought it mattered much. This was a problem. The spirit couldn't do anything without a host, and now everyone was suspicious, these stupid rich people worried too much and paid too much attention.

He was forced to sit there all night, pondering about how he was going to get out of this mess, when at one or two in the morning he observed Mokuba wake up, and rub his eyes, and hop out of bed. He did not turn the light on, but he did check the time, and reach under his bed to retrieve what appeared to be a small backpack. He took it with him as he moved quietly towards the door, and the spirit saw his chance.

Hey, kid. He was near enough to speak into his head. Maybe this wasn't a dead end.

"You!" Mokuba stopped in his tracks and looked right at the ring.

Yes, me. This could be salvaged, he thought, concocting a plan. This was a child. Play friendly ghost and imaginary friend. Surely it would not be hard to weasel himself into the good graces of a sixth grader.

Mokuba glared at the ring with suspicion. "I don't think Seto believed me when I said you could talk, but I knew it." He picked it up delicately by the string to examine.

Where on earth are you going at this time of night?

Mokuba was the current host, technically, so there was a connection, and 11 year olds are not particularly used to or adept at hiding their own thoughts, especially inside their own heads. The answer, if not in words but in abstract concept, was provided instantly as it bubbled to mind. He was going to the kitchen, as he did once or twice a week, not their personal kitchen but the house staff kitchen, where he would move a chair to stand on the counter to reach the very back of the highest shelf of the third cupboard to the left, which was where one of the cleaning staff kept a pile of chocolate so he could cheat on his diet without his wife knowing, a fact Mokuba knew through surreptitious eavesdropping. Mokuba's end was to steal just enough of it that he wouldn't be noticed, and add it to a stash of snacks and other shiny trinkets currently hidden in the bottom of a pile of legos in his closet.

...You steal food to hide in your closet? Why would a child who lived in a three-story mansion need to steal?

Mokuba was only mildly perturbed by the fact that someone had just read his mind. He was mainly curious, now. "Our dad didn't like junk food, so I always took stuff to keep around." he explained, "I guess I don't really have to anymore, 'cuz Seto will let me have whatever I want, but--" he faltered, unable to finish or give a reason.

There wasn't a reason, and Mokuba knew that. There was no need to sneak or stash or steal anymore, but he kept doing it, irrationally, for reasons that confused him, a complicated swirl of things a child could not name or understand but were very easy for the spirit to read. Fear; compulsion; habit; the illusion of safety; the sense that your life was precarious, unstable; a need to exert control over your surroundings. It was not the food or the stealing that mattered, but of the hiding, of having something they could not take away from him.

Mokuba didn't understand any of that, because he was 11 and 11 year olds don't understand why they do anything. He just knew he liked sweets and hated people telling him what to do and that having bags of chips and other people’s lost jewelry at the bottom of an old toybox made him feel better.

Can I come with you?

"No! You tried to take control of me!"

Yes, but you kicked me out, and you'd probably be able to do it again, so I would be stupid to try. I also like chocolate, you see, and it's very boring to be stuck here on your desk.

"Can you even eat? You're a necklace."

I can when I borrow a body.

"You tried to take over me so you could eat chocolate? I'm not stupid enough to believe that."

That and other things. I can't do very much at all, while stuck in the ring. No food, no sunshine, no running around. It's no fun to be without a body, which is why I am occasionally driven to steal one. Terribly sorry about that. he added, in his most pathetic-sounding tone, Please? I don't have anyone else to talk to.

Mokuba was hesitant, but clearly found the fact of his existence too interesting to ignore. "Fine." He picked up the ring and dropped it unceremoniously into his backpack, which had a dragon on it.

Not trust yet, but tolerance and curiosity. One step at a time.

You shouldn't go barefoot, you know. Socks will be quieter if you're trying not to get caught.

"I didn't ask you."

So Mokuba descended down the stairwell, in the dead quiet and dark of the Kaiba Mansion, with no flashlight because he knew it well enough to navigate blindfolded. The place was decadent in the ugly way rich people's houses were, luxury but without taste, soft carpets and gilded banisters.

Mokuba had not quite realized yet how to think at the ring, so he spoke in a low whisper. "What are you, anyway?"

A ghost. So much more complicated than that, but simple words were suitable for children.

"How'd you end up a ghost in a necklace?"

I died, and then someone put me in a necklace.

"That's not an answer." he followed up, "Do all dead people become ghosts?"

No. Just sometimes, maybe, if the way they died was especially violent or gruesome or terrible.

Mokuba frowned. He had caught on remarkably quickly to guarding his own head, but the spirit could tell he didn't like this answer.

This was delicate, but he risked a push. Was there someone you had in mind?

Mokuba said nothing. He reached the staff kitchen on the lowest floor, and opened the door, slow and careful. He was deciding whether to say anything, as he climbed up as quietly as he could and reached far into the back of the cupboard, scrabbling.

"Our dad killed himself last year. Jumped out a window." He finally said, hopping down with his spoils. He said this the same way one might dolefully report the milk had gone bad. Unfortunate but boring.

You don't sound very sad.

"Nah, he sucked. And he never liked me." he said, "Seto was really really upset though. He was pretending not to be, but I could tell." Now there were feelings there, big and weird and sad and clinging ones. For reasons the spirit could not discern, the simple phrase ‘Seto was upset’ carried with it more weight, a thousand million times more weight, than news of a father's tragic death by defenestration. "I hope he's not a ghost. I don't wanna see him again."

Probably not.

Mokuba sat down cross-legged on the kitchen floor, unwrapped candy in silver foil. "You really can't do anything from in the necklace? Like, ghost stuff? Make things float or anything?"

No. It is a bit like being trapped in a very small box.

Mokuba mulled this over for a little while. "If you wanted to borrow a body to do fun stuff, you could have just asked."

Really?

He nodded. "Not being able to eat chocolate sounds lame. It'd be mean to just leave you like that." He put one chocolate into his mouth and dumped the rest in the backpack, where they covered the ring unceremoniously. More indignities. "Not in front of my brother, though. And you have to give it back whenever I say so."

...I could agree to such a compromise. Your candy haul is impressive, by the way.

"Thanks!" He grinned, emanating genuine pride. No one had ever complimented him for stealing before.

Tragic, the work of great thieves. How the very best of it can never be bragged about, the most impressive of skills gone unnoticed by nature, how the very success of a perfect crime relies on keeping your mouth shut about it. An unappreciated art, where even mastery gains you no respect.

You don't care that this poor man has to go out and buy twice as much food to make up for what you steal?

"No, he's a jerk. One time when I was six they confiscated my gameboy, so I went to steal it back and he caught me and told my dad and I got in huge trouble. So every day for a week I snuck down here and moved his keys to a different place so he couldn't find them. They were all so mad at him for losing them all the time, and he thought he was crazy."

Why was your gameboy confiscated?

"Don't remember. I think I bit someone at school." he shrugged, "They probably deserved it, though."

Mokuba Kaiba. he said, I think you and I are going to be excellent friends.

"Okay. Do ghosts watch cartoons?"

[moon-kn1ght]

toes in the water

pairing: frankie morales x reader

word count: 2k 

warnings: kindergarten should def be a warning, maybe also incredibly unvaried sentence structure? rated E for everyone :)

a/n: this is going to be a small series surrounding a single father frankie morales and reader who is a kindergarten teacher. semi-slow burning, super cute and will def have storage closet / after-hours classroom sex at some point. thank you @wyn-dixie for the beta and for quelling my anxieties about literally everything. 

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Were you supposed to be using the kindergarten enrollment forms to sus out potential cute, single parents? No, definitely not. 

But the process of going through the individual forms and comparing them to the database for possible clerical errors was tedious at best, and grueling at its worst. Sitting on those tiny kindergarten chairs, you and the other four members of your team of teachers had already rehashed all of the gossip from the summer, including how Jessica the first year teacher from the 3rd grade cohort had hooked up with that sleazy geometry teacher from the high school at the end of the year district-wide social last May. 

“God, I remember when he was student teaching at the middle school,” Dora, your most senior coworker who had ‘been around the block a few times’ and also held onto every piece of gossip that circulated in your district for the last 17 years, drawled, “He had the grossest little rat mustache, you could hardly tell him apart from the 8th graders!” 

The group laughs in response to that joke, always ready to make of the holier-than-thou high school teachers. “You know what?” Dora adds, “You’d think after so many years, I’d be used to these tiny fucking chairs, but I am not. I need a walk and a Diet Coke.” 

“I’ll join you!” chimed Joanne, the second-oldest teacher in your cohort. The two leaders of your team left the room, leaving you, Claudia, and Andrés, the youngest teachers in the kindergarten cohort. Andrés and you had gone through your credential program together and had known each other for upwards of five years now as best friends. When the two of you arrived at Franklin Elementary, fresh out of school, Claudia had just completed her first year so she welcomed more young teachers with open arms. The three of you have been inseparable for the past several years now. 

“Okay, pull out your stacks!” Andrés orders, citing your group’s earlier plan to use this menial labor to check for potential single parents. You were just looking on the forms to see who did not have both parents listed. It wasn’t a perfect system. And yeah, it was probably inappropriate but y’all were just messing around and killing time on this sweltering August day. 

“I have one in my class!” you offer. “Student: Grace Miller. Parent: Susan Miller. Occupation: Landscape architect.” 

“Oooo, intriguing. Love someone who works with their hands,” Claudia remarks in a silly, sultry voice. “I have one, the student is named Peter, mom is Karen. She’s an accountant.” 

“I don’t like the sound of that. Karen? Yeah no thank you. Glad she’s in your class, not mine.” Andrés laughs and you join him. Kindergarten was just as much of a transition for students as it was for parents, and sometimes they took it harder than the kids. “Here’s to hoping she doesn’t live up to her name...” he continues, “Ooh, I have one! He's single dad--” 

Oooh, you and Claudia purr.

“Rosalia Morales is the daughter of single dad Francisco; form says he's a small business owner,” Andrés presents this crown jewel piece of information to a round of applause from you and Claudia. 

“Ugh, let’s hope he’s cute!” Claudia adds and the three of you dissolve into giggles as the older women  return from their Diet Coke run. 

—X—

Rosalia Morales was ready for kindergarten. Frankie Morales, on the other hand, was not. 

The younger Morales had spent the first weeks of August carefully preparing for this new (and very important) chapter in her life. She carefully deliberated over decisions like what backpack and lunchbox to get from Target (she chose a matching Sofia the First set, so that it could be a topic of conversation for her and her potential new friends at school) to what she was instructing her father to pack in her lunchbox (no PB&J’s in case her new friends were allergic, she wanted to be able to sit at the same lunch table with them and not have these seminal weeks defined by the separation of Peanut vs Peanut free lunches). Rosalia was very meticulous, and she always had been. She was well-prepared to face all the challenges kindergarten wanted to throw at her. 

While Rosalia had spent weeks preparing, Frankie had spent weeks dreading the imminent separation from his favorite person in the universe. Yes, he had sent Rosalia to preschool and pre-K but those had all been half-day programs. He would drop her off on his way to work and then pick her up at lunchtime. That only meant four hours apart but full-day Kindergarten was drop-off at 7:45am and pick up at 3:30pm. Seven and a half hours. How am I going to do it? he thought to himself. 

—X—

At Franklin, they implemented a very specific first day schedule. Parents walked their kids to their classrooms to hang up their bags, then the students got to go play on the playground while the parents left. The older teachers designed this system to reinforce to the students that school = fun. Yes, of course there were always students who had a rougher first day, but it usually took a couple of hours for the fatigue to set in before the students realized how long the day (and year was going to be). 

This system most importantly allowed for a clean break with the parents, a solid ‘goodbye!’ point that the teachers could enforce. But, always, there were some straggler parents (either loitering inside, near the front door or in their cars in the parking lot). The administrative team would let the indoor stragglers know that it was time to leave, but they would have two of the teachers go into the parking lot to make sure all the parents had cleared out. 

This year, you and Claudia had pulled those short straws, so while the rest of your team monitored the early recess, you two roamed the parking lot with reassuring waves and “I’m sorry, it’s district policy, you have to leave the parking lot after drop off.” Everyone usually took it graciously—it’s like ripping off a band-aid, it’s better to just get it done. 

You had almost cleared the lot of loitering vehicles when you came upon an older, red truck with a man inside it. His window was down so you began to speak to him a little before he noticed you, causing him to jump. 

“Hi, I'm one of the teachers in the Kindergarten cohort," you say as you run your bare left hand through your hair. “Are you a parent?” 

As he turns to look at you, you can notice that even with his cap pulled low, he has definitely been crying a little. “Hey, yes sorry. I’m Frankie Morales, Rosalia’s dad,” the man stammers, “I’m sorry, I know the policy, I think I’m just having a little bit of separation anxiety.” HIs brown eyes look a little bloodshot as he gives you a half-hearted smile. 

You search his face and see no traces of dishonesty, this is just a man very nervous to be sending his kid to school. And a cute one at that too. Claudia called it, you think. 

Before you can let your mind wander too far about this stranger, you have to say something. “Mr. Morales...” you start. 

“Please call me Frankie. Mr. Morales is my dad,” he interjects nervously.         

“Okay, Frankie,” you say. “I understand how nerve-wracking sending your kid to school can be. I may not be a parent myself, but I can empathize. But I can also offer to you that in my years in kindergarten, I’ve never seen a student not adjust to the classroom,” you offer. 

“But I also understand that our anxieties can be irrational and don’t like when presented with things that might undermine them. So it’s okay to still be nervous or anxious right now,” you add. “Do you think there’s something that I could do to help you feel better about leaving school property in the next ten minutes or so?” you smile a little to help this last bit come off as nice as possible. 

“I…” he mumbles, “I… I’m not sure, my parental intuition is telling me that something will happen in the middle of the day and it’ll take me too long to get here, which I know isn’t going to happen but… I’m worried that I won’t be able to be enough for her”  

“You worry because you care, and I can already tell that you care about her a lot. Hey, like I said, our worries don’t have to be rational to get at us.”

“She’s just all I have, she’s the center of my universe,” he adds. With this, you can see the shift in his eyes, from worry to love. You can tell that he loves his daughter with his whole heart. 

“Rosalia is in Andrés', I mean, Mr. Gonzales’s class, right?” 

“Yeah, she is.” 

“I think I might have a solution, a little band-aid just for today,” you bid and Frankie looks hopeful. “This is very much against district policy so you have to promise not to tell on me.”  

He laughs with this, and promises not to tell. “How about I give you my phone number, and any time that your fatherly intuition is telling you that something bad is going to happen, you can text me and then I’ll peek across the hall to Rosalia’s classroom, and I can factually assure you that nothing bad is happening?” 

Frankie actually smiles, for the first time in this whole conversation, “That would be great,” he says.

—X—

As you knew would happen, the day passed without incident. Frankie didn’t even text you, which you felt good about. But also a little sad because you wanted to start a little texting thing with this single dad. But you knew it would be a little inappropriate, in your heart of hearts. 

After all the students get picked up, Claudia and Andrés migrate into your classroom. 

“Don’t you think the first day of school calls for a celebratory drink out this afternoon?” Andrés probes. He always was down for happy hour (and to be truthful, you were too). “We should go to the brewery down the road, they have some nice outdoor seating.” 

“I’m in,” you state, “And I may or may not have some other good news..” you tease. 

“What? What good news could have happened in a room full of 6 year-olds?” Claudia jokes. 

“Y’all can’t tell anyone but I got the phone number of that single dad from Andrés’s class,” you say as quickly as you can. 

Claudia and Andrés both break into shrieks with this news. 

“Oh my god, I can’t believe our prowling on the enrollment forms WORKED!!” Andrés exclaims. 

“He was nervous at drop off so I gave him my number but he didn’t end up texting me, so nothing will probably ever come of it. But still, small win in my book.” 

Claudia throws her head back, “You deserve all the wins you get, whatever happens, we’re psyched for you.” 

Later, during happy hour you check your phone and notice a new text from an unsaved number. 

Hey, thanks for your help this morning, having this line of communication made me feel a lot better. Rosalia had a great day today. -Frankie 

You try to keep your facial expressions minimal as you read the message. They don’t need to know about this, you think to yourself before shooting back a quick message. 

That makes me so happy Frankie. Feel free to reach out whenever you need! About whatever :) 

You add that last line hastily and hit send. I can thank this liquid courage for that, you think as you down the rest of your pint. 

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[missilekidding]

👻, 🍒, ☄

👻 - Fun Ghoul

Anger boy! Anger boy!!

- Ghoul was city born. He is not able to nor wants to remember his early childhood, but the City had him pretty well watched and controlled from an early age - Ghoul was born high up, to a rich and well respected Better Living executive, so his bad behaviour was very quickly noticed and repressed. That did not stop him though - the meds they put him on messed with his mind, but that boy is stubborn to the bone and got out as quickly as he could. He was released into the desert full of fiery hatred for Better Living and teenage angst, really making a name for himself  and becoming an unignorable threat within weeks of being there.

- Ghoul will eat pretty much anything. Truth or dare is a pretty popular game among the Fab Four, with daring each other to lick or eat stuff as the most common dare, and as you can imagine, Ghoul does not back down from any challenge. Upon discovering this, Poison and Kobra took full advantage and dared Ghoul to eat shoe soles (gross), the weird plastic wrappers found under the seats in the diner (REALLY gross) and the old sort of round thing that looks like it used to be a tomato but like,, oozing and blue at the back of Tommy’s shop (the grossest) but Ghoul will eat anything bar spiders and handfuls of sand.

- Even though Ghoul can be an annoying little shit - he is always either on 100% volume and energy or he is passed out, he is a fantastic story teller. Unlike Poison, all the tales Ghoul has to tell are true, and the unbelievable shit he manages to get himself into makes for some killer stories. This is what mad him pretty popular in the early days - yes, his actions made him well-known, but his own passionate recounts of what happened were truly awesome and earned him friends throughout the zones.

- One of the more popular of his solo adventures is definitely the story leading up to him meeting Kobra Kid for the first time. Although Show Pony bullies Ghoul for his weird obsession with fire and explosives, it’s undeniable that the guy has talent, and this was the most memorable example of this. All I’ll tell you is that bringing excessive fireworks into the enclosed weapons department of the Inner City is a wonderful idea if you are a crazy motherfucker, and borrowing shocked blonde interns and convincing them to help you to ‘light this shit UP and then run like FUCK’ may earn you some valuable friends in the future.

🍒 - Cherri Cola

Agent Cherri Cola, what a dude. Probably the last functional person in the Zones after Jet Star.

- He got a little lost earlier on. He was a Wave Head, and for nearly a year the name Cherri Cola was met by silence and hostility from everyone who knew him. It all started to go bad for him after he left the City - Cherri had been on serious Better Living medication, and although he was able to get off them pretty quickly and stay relatively stable for quite a while after he had left the City, eventually the past caught up to him and he found it difficult to deal with that while also living in the harsh conditions of the Zones. These times were dark, and he betrayed and pushed his friends away on multiple occasions before really loosing himself to the sun, but he pulled himself out though and he survived. Once he did so he pushed to give himself purpose again, and he dedicated himself to caring for the Zones.

- Cherri is probably the best shot in the Zones, but after he left the Wave Head life behind him he also swore off violence. Before, his aim was something highly respected, and his efficiency in a firefight was something that no run of the mill Draculoid could even hope to match. During his addiction, however, he became violent to everyone, regardless of the colours they wore. He will never speak about it, and most joys know better than to ask, but there is reason the Zones grew to fear the barrel of Cherri’s gun, and there are runners who did not survive to avoid it. This then, lead to Cherri’s decision to work only constructively in the Zones.

- You’ve never met a harder worker than Cherri. Once he found his cause to work for, there was nothing that could stop him from giving every waking moment to it. He is constantly assisting younger groups, organising them and teaching them, and he and Doctor D are pretty much the event organisers in the Zones. Whenever there’s a Mad Gear show? A temporary market event for traders? You can bet Cherri is behind it, tearing his hair out trying to keep people from literally setting off flares for kicks because what the fuck Kobra, I know common sense is lost on you people but can you please refrain from killing us all at this very moment, thanks.

- The ‘Agent’ in his name stems from the work he did before he was a Wave Head. After he was sure of his opposition to the values of Better Living, he worked from the inside for a while, giving information to D. He was extremely good at what he did - he had worked in a valued position within the Better Living branch that dealt with entertainment and broadcasting, so after contacting the early rebels in the zones he became a successful double agent, earning the mantle.

☄ - NewsAGoGo

Okay! So I answered her in full in another ask, but here are some extra little bits!

- She has a weird thing with animals. They just seem to… flock to her. If she wasn’t living in the Zones she would probably be one of those crazy bird people who like gets up early to feed ducks and listen to bird song in the middle of the woods every day.

- Her whole left calf is covered in only stick n poke tattoos of other joys symbols. Its a sort of way of her marking who is her friend in the zones when she allows them to tattoo their sign on her. Its also a good way to mark her enemies - you certainly don’t want your symbol crossed out on her leg.

- She got her name for her way of just knowing what is going on at any given time. Doctor D is often credited with being able to impossibly report news as soon as it happens, and NewsAGoGo is the source behind this. As the only member of the radio station group who still spends most of her time running, she is the most exposed to what is actually happening in the Zones, and if something interesting is happening, you can bet she’ll be there.

[tsegss]

Chapter 1

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word count: 1,519

author’s note: new series alert!!! let me know how you like it!! 

There was no way this could end well. A glass of white wine in my hand, my laptop on my lap and the Nordstrom website open on the desktop. I couldn’t tell what would hurt more in the morning; my wallet or my hangover, especially since it was practically three in the morning and I had to be at work by nine.

I would’ve just called in sick, but having just spent the week on vacation with my mother, it probably wasn’t the best idea. And, I knew that neither was buying these super cute brown booties. But, they were practically calling my name and fall was right around the corner, so like I had to right? Right.

If my mother could see me right now she would be livid, lecturing me about the importance of being financially responsible now that I was living on my own. She would probably even use my full name- Chelsea Anne Davenport. But, honestly, I couldn’t care less, all I cared about were these shoes.

I was just about to buy them with the one-click-buy button, but just as my mouse hovered over it, a knock rang out at the door. I jumped, knocking my wine all over the end table. “Fuck.” I swore under my breath, before running to the kitchen grabbing a towel and throwing it over the puddle of Pinot Grigio. Usually, if it wasn’t an ungodly hour of the morning I would have yelled “I’m coming,” or “be right there,” but I had no idea who was at my door, and this was New York City at three in the morning. And although, a burglar probably wouldn’t have had knocked on the door, I didn’t want to take any chances.

Checking the peephole, I realized who it was, and after rolling my eyes and coming to the realization that while he was probably just drunk and lonely it wasn’t fair to leave him in the hallway of your apartment building all night.

“Jimmy?” I asked opening the door, wrapping my blanket around myself a little tighter. “What are you doing here?” I asked. But then it hit me. I had never even heard the buzzer ring, to let me know someone was here, at my door, which made everything even more confusing than it already was.

“How did you even get in here?” I asked.

“I had nowhere else to go.” He whined, leaning on the doorframe. “Also, I followed a delivery guy in.” Crossing my arms I made a mental note- revise the security of my apartment.

“What are you talking about, Jimmy? You live five blocks away.” I reminded him. His eyes instantly went wide, realizing that I had just foiled his big plan.

“Can I just come in please?” He asked, more frustrated now. I exhaled, nodding before scooting aside, making room for him to walk into my living room. Jimmy came over here way too often, he was way too comfortable in my apartment. Practically throwing himself on the couch, he grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, going to the DVR and putting on the Bachelorette.

“What the fuck do you think your doing?” I asked standing over him.

“What?  I gotta see who she picks!” He exclaimed, arms flailing in the air before readjusting them under his head. “What are you doing here anyways, Chels, shouldn’t you be out on the town.” He annunciated all fancy like.

“No, because unlike you I actually have a job that lasts all year, and I have to work tomorrow.”

“Not like that’s ever stopped you before.“ He whispered under his breath, but I still heard him, and retaliated accordingly, throwing a pillow at his head, before finishing up cleaning the Pinot Grigio that had I spilled earlier. “You’re mean when you’re wasted.” I said, turning back to look at him.

“Are you seriously trying to tell me that I’m not telling the truth?” He asked incredulously, sitting up on the couch. He was alluding to your “party girl” past which he had been a key witness to. But, I had promised myself, and my parents, that I would try to be more responsible after I graduated form Harvard, and that’s what I was trying to do.

“I’m trying to be more responsible.” I tried, sitting down on the free end of the couch. “Are you planning on sleeping here or in the guest room?”

“Probably here.” He said, yawning. “That’s okay, right?” I nodded, I mean it would have been nice if he could have asked before he had shown up at my door, but then again, its not like he ever had before.

“Yeah, I’m just going to go to sleep right now, if you don’t mind.” I said, pulling the blanket off of myself and placing it over Jimmy.

“Course not.” He said. “It’s your house.” He readjusted himself within the blanket, getting comfortable before I got up and turned off the lights. After exchanging goodnights, I left the room and walked down the hallway to my bedroom. Waling through the bedroom and into the bathroom I began to wash my face. I tried my best to get the makeup off my face, but I gave up, throwing my hair in a bun before crawling into bed, easily falling to sleep.

I lived in a pretty big apartment, but even so the sound of Jimmy using the blender in the kitchen to make some sort of protein smoothie concoction filled the entire space- even my bedroom, a whole thirty-two minutes before my alarm was supposed to go off. I let out a sigh before literally having to fling myself out of bed, and drag myself into the shower. Trying my best to get ready for work, in a somewhat timely fashion, before walking towards Jimmy in the kitchen.

“Did you even know you had a blender?” Jimmy asked.

“No.” You said, taking a sip of the smoothie, which honestly was disgusting but he was trying to be nice so I swallowed it- wasn’t the grossest thing I’ve ever put in my mouth. But, damn was it up there. “Jimmy, I’ve told you I don’t know what anything is in there.”

“You have maybe the nicest juicer I’ve ever seen in there- do you even use it?” He asked, shocked at the lack of knowledge I had of my own kitchen.

“No.” I said, before steering the conversation in a different direction. “Jimmy, I gotta go, I’m going to be late.” I said, walking out of the kitchen making sure before I left to tell Jimmy to clean everything up before I left.

The elevator opened and I stepped in, noticing how exceptionally good Richard, who Jimmy referred to as ‘Business Bro,’ looked this morning. He smiled at you, which was doing a much better job than Jimmy’s smoothie of knocking any lingering hangover away.

“Good morning.” I said, to him, ignoring the other two people in the elevator.

“Good morning.” He replied, tucking the newspaper under his armpit, his briefcase firm in his left hand. He was sexy. Very sexy. And, after almost a year living in this building and sharing elevators with him for almost a year I was finally ready to make my move.

But, as the doors opened into the lobby, any move I was about to make would have to wait. We both exited at the same time, getting stuck in the doorway, which should have been awkward. But, thank god, he handled it like a pro.

“After you.” He said, extending his arm. I smiled, thanking him, before walking out of the building, hailing a cab and heading to my office.

No shock, but as soon as I walked through the door, I saw Stella, one of my closest friends lingering at the reception desk, gossiping no doubt .

“You’re back!” She screamed, pulling me into a hug. “God, its been treacherous here without you.”

“I was only gone for a week.” I said, trying to flash soft smiles at those passing us wondering what in hell was happening.

“It felt like an eternity.” She said, pulling away. “What in the hell is that?” She asked, pointing at the blender bottle in your hand.

“Oh.” I sighed. “It’s a smoothie, Jimmy made it for me.” I said, before trying to take another sip of it, without gagging.

“Oh, hockey boy stay over again?” Stella looked at me, a look of scandal and intrigue laced on her face. I rolled my eyes trying to let her know how annoyed I was, but also to let her know that honestly, in this moment, I just wanted to work.

“How many times do I have to tell you there is literally nothing going on between us.” I said, beginning to walk over to my desk.

“You don’t have to tell me.” She began. “But, I think you have to tell yourself.” I rolled my eyes at her comment, never before as grateful that I currently had almost four hundred unopened emails that I could focus on, not even giving Stella’s bullshit a second thought.

[coloredstudy]

abc tag

thank you @golden-studying and @amethyst-notes for tagging me!! i always feel so grateful to be thought of in these kinds of things x

Rules: answer the questions in a new post and tag blogs you would like to get to know better

a- age: 18

b- birthplace: atlanta, georgia

c- current time: 6:48 pm

d- drink you last had: water!! gotta stay hydrated

e- easiest person to talk to: my trio of best friends that I've had since middle school (I feel like they count as one person)

f- favorite song: rn its medicine by harry styles… it's what gets me out of bed in the mornings

g- grossest memory: I was a weird kid and liked to collect acorns from the parks my brother played little league at. No one told me how maggots worked until after I kept those acorns under my bed for a few weeks. Never again will I look at an acorn the same way.

h- horror yes or horror no: yes as long as I'm engaging in good banter or laughing to hide the fear LOL. otherwise I'm a weenie

i- in love: going through the end of the wick for Unrequited Love™ in two parts.

j- jealous: used to be v jealous 24/7 but I'm learning how to be happy for others and happy with who I am and what I have. oh yeah it's some fresh character development

k- kiss or be kissed: to be kissed (with consent ofc)

l- love at first sight or should I walk by again: walk by again lmao imo love at first sight doesn't exist. infatuation at first sight sure does tho

m- middle name? gina (wow most of the people I know don't even know that (; you got the inside scoop here my friends)

n- number of siblings: three

o- one wish: stable family situation (financial, emotional, etc… the whole shebang)

p- last person you called: my mom

q- question you are always asked: are you ready for Stanford? (the answer, always: no…. but also im ready as ill ever be so why not)

r- reason to smile: all my answers past present and future for that pass the happy train

s- song you last sang: ummm it was probably something on harry styles’s album (I swear I listen to other music but I'm just in one of Those Moods) t- time you woke up: 8 am… never had I glared so much at the sun peeking through my window. had a rough time sleeping last night.

u- underwhelming experience: legoland.. I had such high expectations ),:

v- vacation destination: the wizarding world of harry potter, followed by beaches in hawaii, architectural beauties in europe, and visiting sanrio puroland in japan w- worst habit: procrastination hands down. i literally procrastinate on everything. executive dysfunction too ): its a struggle  x- x-rays: ummm just the ones when you’re sick i think. despite my clumsiness i have not yet broken any bones y- your favorite food: oh medium rare steak hands down. I also have an Achilles heel when it comes to dark chocolate covered strawberries but you didn't hear that from me

z- zodiac sign: sun sign is Capricorn! moon is Aries and ascending is Leo. still learning how it all works tho I am by no means fluent in astrology

I tag @littlewitchacademic @drwestcott @peachy-learning @meeras-studyblr @orangeblossomstudies @anascoldcoffee @rainbootskid @determined-mess and literally anyone else that sees this!! 

[acidwaste]

hey so it seems i’ve forgot to do a l o t of tag memes, and i’m lucky i drafted a big bunch of them! lots of questions overlapped so i did my best to answer in different ways, sorry for the lateness! also @ the people that tagged me here, i wouldn't hesitate to kill for you

@natcaptor / @gayspaced

name: leon or lionel!

nicknames: literally the only nickname I’ve been referred to is “big gay” and like. word!

gender: im pretty sure im a guy, i have been kinda 🤔🤔🤔 abt my gender identity since around november-ish though

star sign: sagittarius!

height: 6’1! i’m told that I’m tall but my uncle is 6’7 so...

time: 3:36pm rn! ive been watching video essays and binging music all afternoon

birthday: december 9th!

favourite bands: animal collective, beach house, camp cope, car seat headrest, death grips, fleet foxes, florence + the machine, gang of youths, glass animals, gorillaz, hop along, iceage, idles, kero kero bonito, mgmt, miike snow, modest mouse, run the jewels, superorganism, the avalanches, the cat empire, the go! team, the mountain goats, the wombats, xiu xiu

favourite solo artists: alex lahey, anderson .paak, ariana grande, billie eilish, bjork, cashmere cat, charli xcx, courtney barnett, cupcakke, d.r.a.m, eric taxxon, frank ocean, gfoty, hatchie, janelle monae, jeff rosenstock, joanna newsom, jorja smith, jpegmafia, kacey musgraves, kali uchis, kendrick lamar, khalid, kimbra, lorde, mac demarco, madeon, mick jenkins, mitski, oneohtrix point never, perfume genius, ravyn lenae, rina sawayama, serpentwithfeet, sophie, st. vincent, sza, vince staples

song stuck in my head: caramelo duro | miguel // kali uchis! its a bop, miguel is one of the few singers that can convincingly make sex jams

last movie i watched: deadpool 2! it was even better than the first, which is a feat in itself ngl

when did i create my blog: december 2016??? i only started using it properly in february last year tho

last thing i googled: “im in my mums car broom broom.” dont @ me

do i have any other blogs: yeah, plenty actually!! i have blogs for aesthetic (@moltenstar), general inspo (@wverns), flight rising (@szarising, kinda inactive?), and overwatch (@blackhardts) tbh the vast majority of my ‘sideblogs’ are just saved urls H

do i get asks: when i say stupid shit like “rung has the ass of a dilf but the dick of a cockroach”

why i chose my url: that one panel where kobd have a vacation at the acid wastes because fuck its finally canon babey!

following: 1,767, which is kinda horrifying!!

followers: 890?? somehow??? thats almost One Whole Thousand and i don't even make content

average hours of sleep: around 6 or 7!! n e v e r more though

lucky number: 43 and 64!!

instruments: i'm too poor to afford music lessons or instruments jsbddsjknfs

what am i wearing: a grey shirt and nothing on my bottom half so my [redacted] is hanging tf out, i should put on some damn clothes

dream job:  oooo uhhh, i’m studying to get an education degree rn because i’d love to teach children (around grade 3-4s preferably because i'm too jittery to handle anyone younger and older kids probs won't listen to me as much as i lack plenty of assertiveness), but!! i’d honestly love to be a musician, one of those underground ones that get lots of critical acclaim

dream trip: one day i wanna gather up some friends and just go on a road trip! idm where we go to, as long as we just have fun and just! adventure!

favourite foods: rare steak, mashed potatoes, eggs, and energy shakes made with like. fruit / cheese / yoghurt / oats / chia seeds ! protein is a large part of my diet

nationality: new zealand, but living in australia

favourite song right now: best part | daniel caesar // h.e.r - gosh i need to re-listen to daniel’s album again, i don’t remember this beautiful song being there and that’s a crime

@damndesi / @novarebel / @luciform-philogynist

APPEARANCE - I am 5'7 or taller - I wear glasses - I have at least one tattoo (but I am getting a tā moko in December, I believe) - I have at least one piercing (planning to get a nose ring, like a bull!) - I have blonde hair - I have brown eyes - I have short hair - My abs are at least somewhat defined (b a r e l y) - I have or had braces

PERSONALITY - I love meeting new people - People tell me I am funny - Helping others with their problems is a big priority of mine - I enjoy physical challenges - I enjoy mental challenges - I am playfully rude to people I know - I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it - There is something I would change about my personality

ABILITY - I can sing well - I can play an instrument - I can do over 30 pushups without stopping (barely) - I am a fast runner - I can draw well - I have a good memory - I am good at doing math in my head - I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute - I have beaten at least 2 people arm wrestling - I can make at least 3 recipes from scratch - I know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES - I enjoy sports - I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else - I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else - I have learned a new song in the past week - I exercise at least once a week - I have gone for runs at least once a week in warmer months - I have drawn something in the past month - I enjoy writing - Fandoms are my #1 priority - I do some form of Martial arts

EXPERIENCES - I have had my first kiss - I have had alcohol (tastes like shit) - I have scored a winning point in a sport - I have watched an entire TV series in one sitting - I have been at an overnight event - I have been in a taxi - I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year - I have beaten a video game in one day - I have visited another country - I have been to one of my favorite bands concerts

MY LIFE - I have one person that I consider to be my Best Friend - I live relatively close to my school/work - My parents are still together - I have at least one sibling - I live in the United States - There is snow where I live right now - I have hung out with a friend in the past month - I have a smart phone - I own at least 15 CDs - I share my room with someone

RELATIONSHIPS - I am in a Relationship - I have a crush on a celebrity - I have a crush on someone I know - I’ve been in at least 3 relationships - I have never been in a Relationship - I have admitted my feelings to a crush - I get crushes easily - I have had a crush for over a year - I have been in a relationship for over a year - I have had feelings for a friend

RANDOM - I have break-danced - I know a person named Jamie - I have had a teacher that has a name that is hard to pronounce - I have dyed my hair - I’m listening to a song on repeat right now - I have punched someone in the past week - I know someone who has gone to jail - I have broken a bone (do fractures count?) - I have eaten a waffle today - I know what I want to do in life - I speak at least two languages (not fluently) - I have made a new friend in the past year

@smstransformers

age: 16

birthplace: auckland, nz

current time: 4:19 pm rn!!!

drink you last had: i just skulled half a liter of water whoops

favourite song: jesus etc. | wilco if we're talking abt an all-time favourite

grossest memory: accidentally swallowing a bee when i was seven years old (somehow nothing bad happened?)

horror, yes or no: not unless it’s an incredibly tame horror t b h, my threshold for scariness is very low

in love: i believe so!

jealous of people: lots of times, over really dumb things

love by first sight or should I walk by again: i believe that infatuation can exist at first sight but true love not so much. wish that could happen tho :C

middle name: shane!

siblings: my sister is eight years old, and my brother is seven!

one wish: EZ, make my anxiety disappear, i’d have a much more productive life

song i last sang: jupiter | haiku hands

time i woke up: 7:13, woke up immediately because i usually like to wake at 6:30

underwear colour: blue + purble

vacation destination: auckland / kingston / sydney!

worst habit: not remembering to make my goddamn bed, it looks like garbage

favourite food: mashed potatoes….

zodiac sign: sagittarius !!!

@alyonian

relationship status:

at the moment i’m single! and while being in a relationship sounds brilliant, the last two relationships i was involved in? didn’t work out to say the least, lucky i’m still young

favourite colour:

it’s been emerald green for the longest time but orange seems to be dethroning it at a steady pace

lipstick or chapstick:

i haven’t used chapstick since i was six but i probably should use it again, water is my substitute rn fdghdgh - and i haven’t ever used lipstick in any capacity? so i’d have to go with the former

last song i listened to:

the space traveller’s lullaby | kamasi washington - i’m trying to get through his second album rn (i left off on the second disk yesterday) and while everything he makes is undeniably amazing, it’s? a three hour album? i don’t have the attention span for his spiritual jazz, as great as it is

last movie:

monsters inc is playing on the television right now, i’ll go with that! the animation aged kinda badly but it’s still such a fun movie! sidenote: james p. sullivan? a childhood crush, so this gives me memories

top 3 tv shows/podcasts/comics:

i rarely, if ever, venture into these forms of media but! if i had to answer, i’d say;

unbreakable kimmy schmidt / parks & recreation / luke cage

taz / mbmbam (i havent like. watched a full episode of either but they seem cool,)

tf idw / …………. yeah that’s it, i’ve never read anything else. probably should!

additional favs:

my friends, writing (in theory), listening to video essays, learning music theory + instruments and understanding audio production software

top 3 bands / artists:

HHH okay if i had to limit my choices to just three artists, uh. lorde, the mountain goats, and sophie. i couldnt even fit janelle in i hate th is

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@alyonian

color(s): light colors are always nice and pleasant, though anything peachy and sandy are the best! orange (specially pastel orange) is like. the best thing

last band t-shirt i bought: usually merchandising is very expensive and i dont have the money to accommodate that, but like. i do recall having a wiggles shirt when i was five. i wore it all the time, shjdjgsksd im sure that counts

last band i saw live: i almost went to splendor in the grass last year with family, which wasn't only cool since i’ve never been out of the state since i immigrated - the festival was in queensland, which is around a two hour flight from victoria - but the lineup was pretty fuckin lit too! the xx, haim, peking duk, tash sultana, future islands, vallis alps, a.b original,, i was p excited! unfortunately my uncle fell ill and so they had to give the tickets to extended family :( otherwise, i haven't been to a single concert in my life

last song i listened to: street fighter mas | kamasi washington - up to this song on the album and i really fuckin dig this! also the video is hypnotizing

last movie i watched: monsters inc is about to finish and up next is monsters university! which like…. honestly, this is an extremely unpopular opinion but, i like it just as much as the original? my opinion might be skewed because i’m a monster [hugger], but i like everything abt the movie! except for the finale of the scare games and the last five minutes of the movie, both were just. dreadful.

last three tv shows i watched: if aggretsuko counts that’s the last series i watched of my own volition, which is a miracle in itself considering that’s legit only the second anime i’ve watched to completion (the first being shirokuma cafe, which i probably need to re-watch). otherwise, the last two shows i had beared witness to were thirteen reasons why and queer eye bc my cousin put them on! that first show i could completely do without but queer eye is iconique

last 3 characters i identified with: grimlock (legit. all of them), urdnot grunt (mass effect) and vector the crocodile (sth), i’m not sure what this says about me other than Big

book(s) i’m currently reading: i’m reading ‘maus’ by art spiegelman at the moment, for the third time i believe? i believe my classmates are supposed to be writing an essay on this next term and shit, this novel is heartbreaking, i haven't been this emotional when reading a book than… ever, really. it’s a recommendation of the highest caliber

@victorion

name: leon / lionel, i picked up the second name because i was in a server with an admin that was also a Leon™

nickname: besides ‘Big Gay’ i also have the nickname ‘lemon lion’ which is! nice!!

zodiac sign: archer man

height: Tall™

language(s) spoken: english / some maori + italian

fav fruit: watermelons (only when in season)

fav scent: the smell of a freezer tbh? it just smells Nice i don’t know how to properly explain it

fav season: spring! the breezes are welcoming without being overbearingly freezing

fav color: ornge,,,,

fav animal: SHARKS + CROCS + FERRETS

coffee, tea or hot chocolate: tea! with some milk tho

average hrs of sleep: too little

fav fictional character: One character?????? uhhhhhhh……. like. biggest cc right now is either idw skids or oz from monster prom

no. of blankets you sleep with: depending on my mood but i’d say the average is like, 3??

fav songs: i quickly whipped up some songs i listen to

fav artists: i came to the realization that i like acts that are considered ‘bad’ like maroon 5/drake/lil yachty etc in specific doses… i wouldn't call them good yet, but! i have no beef and thats good

fav books: remember ‘where the wild things are’??? that shit was like. literal childhood, man.. :happytears: i really need to look for a copy again

@thonany-klieme

name: leon / lionel, interchangeable really

gender: male, im probs an nb guy

star sign: sagittarius!

height: 6’1

sexuality: gay??? im not sure, im mostly attracted to other guys but i have had very brief crushes on girls + nb people? sexuality’s confusing so im gonna just latch to the gaybel (gay label) for now

lock screen image: its the album cover of 1992 deluxe by princess nokia, tho it was “T Hanos” a few days ago since i change it often - my home screen is venom but his torso says ‘fuck machine’

ever had a crush on a teacher: no??

where do you see yourself in ten years: ideally i’m teaching kids math n english, realistically i’m probably going down with the political climate

if you could go anywhere, where would you go: new zealand!! or the netherlands

what was your favorite halloween costume: halloween is not big at all where i live, the only time i tried trick or treating was when i was like 7?? i threw a bedsheet on myself and pretended to be a ghost, though since there were no eyeholes + the sheet was blue, it looked more like i was just a moving lump

last kiss: never had one

have you ever been to las vegas: nah and i dont plan to?? how do you handle regular days of 40C wtf

favorite pair of shoes: i have this pair of jandals that ive worn for a fair bit longer than my other pair of shoes, tho i only wear them in summer + very warm nights

favorite book: ngl its. ‘the very hungry caterpillar’ by eric carle. i just, love it alot and i cant explain w h y

[taketheringtolohac]

I was tagged by @nabulungi to do this get to know me abcs! Ily!! (Sorry it took so long lmao)

a // age: 16 bitches

b // birthplace: the big apple lmao

C // current time: 11:40 PM

D // last drink you had: water from my lightning mcqueen water bottle (kachow)

E // easiest person to talk to: @wizardartistremuslupin or my friend known as Devvie Boy or Bo Burnham look alike

F // favorite songs: Jesus of Suburbia by Greenday, The One You Love by Rufus Wainwright, No One Else from great comet, Red and Black from Les Mis, Crazy Classic Life by Janelle Monae, Weird Science by Oingo Boingo, You’re Gonna Go Far Kid by the Offspring, and Mamma Mia by Abba

G // grossest memory: when my finger leaked green pus

H // horror yes or no: no i literally get scared by doors closing loudly tf bitch how do u think i deal with jump scares and shit

I // in love?: its complicated (but i do love every single one of my friends!!)

J // jealous of people?: hell yeah but do i tell them? no. what is communication.

I // love at first sight or should i walk by again?: nah b you can like someones look at first sight but you gotta take a second glance at some point

m // middle name: bitch (jk its marie)

n // number of siblings: one complete and total dick (that bitch is having his friends come over knowing full well i had plans w my friends at our house a whole week before he made his)

o // one wish: to be actually happy and only reasonably stressed

p // person you called last: my mother lmao

q // questions you’re always asked: how are you not dead? do you need a break? how do you do so much? why do you stay here so long? why are you here?

s // last song you sang: Django Jane by Janelle Monae

t // time you woke up: first i woke up at 7 but i went back to sleep and woke up at 1

u // underwear color: blue?

v // vacation destination: i want to go to berlin and actually enjoy it this time but also iceland and the philippines when d*arte isnt in power

x // x-rays: i’ve had 6 x rays on my left foot/ankle in the past three years lmao

y // your favorite food: mashed potatoes ngl or sliced potatoes with cheese

z // zodiac sign: Leo!

Ok im gonna tag @axolori @gaycism @wizardartistremuslupin @lesbianurarakaochako and @diwata-nation! (only if you have the time ofc!!)

[arolasiel]

SOMEONE ACTUALLY TAGGED ME IN A THING??? Thanks @hufflepufftryingtolove!!!!!!!

RULES: answer the questions in a new post and tag 10 blogs you would like to get to know better.

a | age: hell if I know it’s been a While

b | birthplace: unfortunately Texas

c | current time: 10:07pm 

d | drink you had last: some Tasty Water at Ihop

e | easiest person to talk to: @hufflepufftryingtolove and @sayyouresuprised are def the easiest two people to talk to that I know!

f | favorite songs: Okay um too many?? I’m literal music trash? Rn its’s a lot of sad stuff bc I’m a Wreck so like The Goodbye Song by George Salazar/Joe Iconis, Lost Boy by Ruth B., Missing You by All Time Low.... 

g | grossest memory: oof and a yikes pASS

h | horror yes or horror no: I’m not sure tbh I’ve never watched horror bc my mom hates it but I feel like I’d like it ?

i | in love?: maybe yikes

j | jealous of people: yes yeet people living their lives without having to fight their brain over literally everything ever

k | knowledge people don’t expect you to have: hahaha I can tell you a lot of weird shit about the limits of the human body before death!

l | love at first sight or should I walk by again: both ish? I get crushes at first sight V EASILY but it takes me knowing someone to actually have deeper feelings than that

m | middle name: let’s say it’s Nick bc that’s close enough

n | number of siblings: wow somehow I still haven’t fucking figured out how to answer this??? it’s been a year?? (well, technically, eleven months and two weeks exactly but).  No siblings. Not anymore.

o | one wish: take me back to this exact day one year ago and let me redo the past year but Different

p | person you called last: my mom because I would rather die than call most people and also she makes me call her like every three days 

q | questions you always get asked: "what’s the answer to the homework” (any of the dumbasses in my math class) “how are you gonna ACTUALLY make money?” (playing violin, that’s why I’m getting a degree in it, Greg) “do you have a boyfriend yet” (no, Nana, nor do I want one I’m gay as hell)

r | reminder to yourself: you’re gonna make it. maybe not the way you thought. but you’re gonna make it.

s | song you sang last: Requiem from Dear Evan Hansen

t | time you woke: 7am because fuck 8am classes

u | unpopular opinion: being Christian and being gay aren’t mutually exclusive! u can do both! happily!

v | vacation destination: New York, always

w | worst habit: overthinking myself into an absolute wreck

x | x-rays?:yeah,  fractured my arm when I was like five and had to get it xrayed but they didn’t even do anything with it lmfao

y | your fave food: eating?? who has time for that??? 

z | zodiac sign: Scorpio yeet

uhhhhh @sayyouresuprised, @riptidethepen (bc you’re in my notifications a lot and you seem cool), and @kingdomofawkward

[donghun-s]

the very large sp3arb tag

so @sp3arb has tagged me in a total four tags recently and i’m finally getting around to all of them!! tysm for all the tags, meri (btw i love your name?? i think its super cute!) and i hope you learn a bunch of unnecessary stuff abt me lmao (under the cut bc this is a long ass post)

i dont have a name for this tag

1ST RULE: Tag 9 people you want to get to know better

im not tagging anyone bc im bad at things and most ppl i wanna know about, meri has already tagged so

2ND RULE: BOLD the statements that are true.

APPEARANCE: - I am 5'7 or taller - I wear glasses - I have at least one tattoo - I have at least one piercing - I have blonde hair - I have brown eyes - I have short hair - My abs are at least somewhat defined - I have or had braces

PERSONALITY: - I love meeting new people - People tell me I am funny - Helping others with their problems is a big priority of mine - I enjoy physical challenges - I enjoy mental challenges - I am playfully rude to people I know- I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it - There is something I would change about my personality

ABILITY: - I can sing well - I can play an instrument - I can do over 30 pushups without stopping - I am a fast runner - I can draw well - I have a good memory - I am good at doing maths in my head - I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute - I have beaten at least 2 people arm wrestling - I can make at least 3 recipes from scratch - I know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES: - I enjoy sports - I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else - I’m in a orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else - I have learned a new song in the past week - I exercise at least once a week - I have gone for runs at least once a week in warmer months - I have drawn something in the past month - I enjoy writing - Fandoms are my #1 priority  - I do some form of Martial arts

EXPERIENCES: - I have had my first kiss - I have had alcohol - I have scored a winning point in a sport - I have watched an entire TV series in one sitting - I have been at an overnight event - I have been in a taxi - I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year - I have beaten a video game in one day - I have visited another country - I have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts

MY LIFE: - I have one person that I consider to be my Best Friend - I live close to my school/work - My parents are still together - I have at least one sibling - I live in the United States - There is snow where I live right now - I have hung out with a friend in the past month - I have a smart phone - I own at least 15 CDs - I share my room with someone

RELATIONSHIPS: - I am in a Relationship - I have a crush on a celebrity - I have a crush on someone I know - I’ve been in at least 3 relationships - I have never been in a Relationship - I have admitted my feelings to a crush - I get crushes easily - I have had a crush for over a year - I have been in a relationship for over a year - I have had feelings for a friend

RANDOM: - I have break-danced - I know a person named Jamie  - I have had a teacher that has a name that is hard to pronounce - I have dyed my hair - I’m listening to a song on repeat right now - I have punched someone in the past week - I know someone who has gone to jail - I have broken a bone - I have eaten a waffle today - I know what I want to do in life - I speak at least two languages [i don’t speak two, i speak one and sign in another] - I have made a new friend in the past year

alphabet tag

Rules: answer the questions in a new post and tag 10 blogs you would like to get to know better

I was tagged by Roxanne ( is it ok if I call you Roxy? I like Roxy) Actually @lxx-fxlix  And for some reason it did not give me the notification you did, I was casually stalking your blog when I saw:

A: age? 16 (01 liner)

B: birthplace? North Carolina

C: current time? 7:53 pm

D: drink you had last? Arnold Palmer (half sweet tea, half lemonade)

E: easiest person to talk to? for me, it’s my irl best friend gwen and my best friend on here, krys

F: favorite song? oof i’m super indecisive so i’m just gonna commit to mayday by got7 (it always changes but mayday has stayed on my constantly rotating playlist for nearly six months now; most are on for six weeks, max)

G: grossest memory? uh probably when one of my swim lesson kids tried to eat a bug (they were like four) and i had to make them spit it out into my hands 

H: hogwarts house? proud slytherin!!

I: in love? i love a lot of people, but i’m not IN love

J: jealous of people? not anymore, my self-esteem has gotten so much better in past years

K: killed someone? uhm a couple of times in fics (*cough* jinjin in not like this *cough*)

L: love at first sight or should i walk by again? not love but pls walk by again bc i’m probably enjoying your aesthetics

M: middle name? christine

N: number of siblings? one, an older sister

O: one wish? to adopt a kid with no family or an unhealthy one (obvs when  older and financially stable)

P: person you called last? my sister called me yesterday morning, and before that i had called my friend to tell him abt a near death experience when i was driving

R: reasons to smile? something good will happen to you, you’ll meet someone wonderful, and there’s always new experiences to happen

S: song you sang last? poet by bastille (an underrated fave)

T: time you woke up? about 8 am

U: underwear color? light heathered grey

V: vacation destination? i’d love to go to greece someday! santorini would be my first choice, and then my great-grandparents old village near thessaloniki

W: worst habit? probs my dermatillia (picking at acne on my face until it bleeds, then picking at the scabs, leaving a bunch of scars that will never go away)

X: x-rays? i got one on my tailbone one time, two years after i sprained it bc my mom didn’t believe me

Y: your favorite food? uhhh most anything tbh; i quite like the honey butter chicken sandwich from pdq

Z: zodiac sign? libra

✨ Fun Facts Tag ✨

Rules for this are:

Have fun with it!  

Tag some of your mutuals

1) Favourite colours:

orange!! and after that, any kinds of pastel or muted darks

2) Favourite song at the moment:

lotto by exo has been on replay in my head, my car, and my earbuds

3) Last book you read:

the sun and her flowers by rupi kaur

4) Last TV show you watched:

i tried to watch part-time idol bc hyunbin from jbj was in it, but within the first 15 minutes they set up an unnecessary relationship so i had to nope out of there real hard; i then reverted back to rewatching white collar for the fifth time

5) Last movie you watched:

does john mulaney’s nerflix comedy special comeback kid count?? if not, probably nightmare before christmas way back around christmastime

6) If you have a pet whats their name?:

four dogs: pheonix, kino, midge, and bess; three horses: little man, gem, and andy (ironically i’m allergic to dogs and horses, and my dad keeps buying more)

7) If you have siblings how many?:

one, my older sister

8) Favourite thing to do on a weekend:

i love doing my swim lessons and seeing all my kids!! i haven’t been able to lately bc of the weather, 

9) Best tumblr friends:

i only talk to @cheesyramynry on a daily basis, but i have a lot of blogs that i consider friendly acquaintances or casual friends as well!!

10) Favourite thing about yourself:

i value my compassion and empathy above all else; i am very much the mom friend and love to be it

11) Favourite memory:

ah i have so many; i think rn i’m gonna go with this past christmas, bc it was my last one with my grandfather

12) 3 weird habits:

swallowing gum, taking all my pills in descending size order, i tend to mimic how a singer sounds when i sing along to the song (ex: if they have a british accent, i’ll subconsciously sing in a british accent; if they stress certain syllables in certain ways, i’ll do it too)

13) What would you call your style?:

comfortable (stretchy jeans, t-shirts, hoodies) and with a few signature Gay Things (jean jacket, flannels, oversized mens’ button ups, a couple gay/bi pride shirts)

14) Odd talent:

if i have lyrics in front of me to a song i’ve never heard before, i can predict the pattern of the tunes and rhythm and sing along the first time

15) Do you have a tumblr crush?:

literally all of aroha and all of the sk fandom (y’all are the loveliest fandoms i’ve ever been a part of)

the stray kids tag

Rules: answer the questions in a new post, and tag 10 blogs you would like to get to know better.

I’ve decided that in celebration of Stray Kids pre-debut album I needed to create a tag. The ultimate goal for The Stray Kids Tag is to learn about your Tumblr mutuals, and have fun answering the Stray Kids related questions!  Here we go:

1: When did you decide to join the Stray kids fandom?

i saw a thread of information abt the suspected nine members before they were officially announced and was like ‘yes i must stan them and love them with all of my heart.’ so uh,,,,, back in august or september??

2: What is your favorite episode of Stray Kids? uhm, i’m gonna expose myself rn and let y’all know that i’ve never actually seen a full episode of the show; as soon as i heard it was gonna be a survival show, i knew that i couldn’t watch it bc my heart was too weak and i was emotionally incapable of becoming too invested while watching it; but from clips, i quite like the episode with the 3:3:3 mission, and also the last episode when all nine were reunited and told they were going to debut together

3: Who would you say is your bias in Stray kids?

my initial one was chan, and they i got rlly confused, and then slowly came to realize that it was jeongin (anything else after that is a fucking mess)

4: Who would you say is your bias wrecker in Stray kids?

literally kill me all of them bias wreck me so hard bUT hyunjin, jisung, seungmin, and chan have been wrecking me so hard in particular lately

5: What line would you want to be apart of in Stray kids? uHHH not dance line bc swimmers have 0 coordination on land; i quite like singing even tho i’m not good at, so probably that, but i can also hit all of chan’s english rap parts in 3racha songs, and keep up with lafayette’s raps in hamilton, and a lot of the english rappers i like too so uh,,, sign me up for rap line too

6: What is the first song you heard of Stray kids? hellevator

7: What is the first song you heard of 3racha? i think it was either hoodie season or runner’s high

8: What is your favorite song on their pre-debut album?

young wings or school life or yayaya (or grr or 4419 or glow or hellevator)

9: What is a concept you’d like to see Stray Kids try in the future?

i love their current optimistic and slightly rebellious teenager concept rn bc its an Eternal Mood; but i always love myself a soft boyfriend concept 

10: if you could meet with the members of Stray kids for one day what would you say to them?

how proud of them i am, and how proud of themselves they should be; i would tell them about how they’re saying things that resonate deeply for their fans and i love that they’re talking abt real world problems; i would also make sure to tell them (chan and 3racha especially) to make sure to rest more, and eat well, and take care of themselves emotionally as well as physically; and finally i’d like to tell jeongin how wonderful he is and that he’s doing so much at such a young age (lmao he’s actually eight months older than me but that’s no the point) and to never lose his cute little smile

finally done!! meri, if you actually read all of this, uh thank you????? i hope you now know everything you wanted to know abt me, and probably more than you wanted to know

i’m bad at tagging people, so if you also made it this far and haven’t done some of these tags, choose one, or a couple, or all of them and do them yourself!! just say that i tagged you!!

[gibsophone]

I think I’m aromantic/asexual

So, at the conclusion of my previous relationship I am beginning to wonder if maybe I should just be by myself. It’s not me writing off relationships, I love having relationships, just not intimate relationships. As my ex continues obsessing over me and even contacting my friends and saying fucked up shit about me that is upsetting everyone (seriously if he stalks me I’m gonna shoot him) I can’t help but ask, why? What would make someone act this way? After just three weeks of dating he said he loved me. I did like him, a lot actually, enough to hang out with him on the weekends, but did I love him? Of course not! It wasn’t the short span of time or anything, I just never developed that feeling toward him. The moment his texts to me became crude, I told him I was uncomfortable but he would still interject with something that made it pretty clear he wanted a sexual relationship. We dated for three months and I never slept with him. I’ve actually never slept with anyone, ever, and in a few weeks I will be twenty-nine years old, I’m a twenty-nine year old virgin. Am I just waiting for that special someone? I’m not sure anymore. I’ve only ever been in a handful of relationships I would consider more than just friends, with both men and women, trying to get a feel for my preferences, I really don’t have many. I really value honesty and straightforwardness, I myself am a very honest and forthcoming person, ready to share my feelings on anything. The only other thing I ask for is respect and acceptance for me and who and what I am, something I never got in my last relationship, which ultimately caused it to fail.

But that’s all I want. Like, that’s it, just someone to be close to emotionally, not necessarily physically. I was willing to settle and forgive my ex for some of his flaws, his drinking, his close mindedness, his verbal abuse, even. I’m not getting any younger and I feel like people are just standing by like “yeah, she still ain’t married yet, what is wrong with her? Eggs have a shelf life, ya know?” do I want a family, do I want a husband (or wife Idk) and kids? Yes, and also no. It would have to be a perfect, and I mean perfect, situation, like unrealistically perfect on an emotional, physical, psychological and financial level, the perfect storm if you will. That’s probably never going to happen for me. Does that make me sad, does it make me happy, or do I just get the same feeling I get when I get kissed or touched by someone in that intimate way? Nothing. I feel nothing.

I’ve wondered if there was something wrong with me for a long time, I waited a very long time for my first kiss and as I drove home from my date all I could think was, “ugh, finally, I get to go home and watch a few more episodes of my show!” but what about the kiss? Oh, yeah, well it happened, it was soft and it was wet, that about sums it up, I felt nothing, it was weird. What was I supposed to feel, was it normal to feel this way, did I even like him, oh no, what if I didn’t even like him!? But, I had fun didn’t I, it was a fun evening for sure, I enjoyed myself, I had a good time and when I got home and texted him to assure him I got home safely I told him I had a blast and thanked him for the evening. Then I lied and said I was going to bed and stayed up all night watching Netflix in my natural habitat.

As time went on this relationship began to take its toll on me. I liked him, and he apparently loved me, he said so just three weeks in which really kinda baffled me, but whatever. It was long distance, we lived an hour and a half apart and I was driving an hour to meet him on Saturdays when all I wanted was to be at home by myself. All I could think about all night long was what I could be doing right now if I wasn’t there, I wanted to go home. He bought me some stupid crap, like literal garbage, paper plates and napkins that were Halloween themed but it was so adorable and he was so shy about it, I loved it. But, I started lying about having other things to do so I could avoid going out with him on weekends, not so I could avoid him, I just wanted to be alone. Maybe it’s the drive, I thought to myself, what if I just brought him to my place? As I sit on the couch and look around my house all I can think is how much I absolutely hate having people in my house, it’s my temple, this is where I go to escape, the last thing I want is to share my special space with someone. So, that’s a no. I did like him, but in the end that was all I felt for him. His drunken texts got more and more unforgivable until I put my foot down and told him I didn’t deserve to be spoken to in such a manner, I never did anything to him, why would anyone want to be with someone who speaks to them in such a way. Apparently the texts he has been sending my friends lately are so bad, they won’t even show them to me. So yeah, sounds like he really loved me. I’ve since blocked his number and these past few weeks have been so tranquil, liberating, relieving, stress free, cathartic, self-reflecting, and yeah I could do this all night.

Am I even capable of love? Of course, but intimate love? I don’t think I am. I’ve tried the kissing and the touching and honestly I feel like sex would just leave me feeling empty and even more broken than I already feel, I don’t think I would enjoy it and I honestly feel like it would be emotionally detrimental. So, what happened? Did I wait too long and my natural curiosity and horny, hormonal teenage years die in a hole somewhere? Is it really true what they say about, use it or lose it? I don’t think so, I feel like if I had been your typical horny teen I wouldn’t be a virgin right now. Hell half my friends got pregnant within a year of graduation, the rest all had kids within five years of graduating. I wasn’t a popular kid in school but I was far from the least liked, dorkiest, grossest, weirdest one, even those people got laid. I was never asked out even once by anyone. Normally that could prove scarring and hurtful to most, but did I care? Hell no, I had my goals in mind, I wanted to go to college. And I did! So entered my experimental phase and the first person I ever dated, was a girl named Amy. I loved spending time with her, but in the end she proved to be very manipulative and controlling, so I broke it off. The second person and first guy I dated was a coworker, he was a very sexual person, very touchy and cuddly and, though it took some getting used to, I came to like it and the thought of actually sleeping with him seemed okay, not top priority as sex has never even been on my list of priorities, but I considered it. We dated for five weeks and he dumped me. I was crushed, I cried for days. But when I realized we could still be friends it was very uplifting, we’re still friends and we still confide in one another and I find our relationship much more healthy now that I don’t feel like he wants only one thing and I don’t feel pressured to give it to him.

So why haven’t I had sex yet, will I ever? I dunno, it’s not like I don’t have those feelings, I watch porn on occasion and I masterbate afterward but actually sleeping with another human being just doesn’t appeal to me. I really love being alone, by myself, I’m happiest this way, which is weird for some people, hell it’s weird for me but once I finally came to terms with it, sitting here alone in my house, I felt this inner peace I can’t really describe. I like being around friends and family, I’m not anti-social by any means, I just have no value for sex and for a long time I told myself I would change my mind some day; maybe I should just try it and see how I feel. But I don’t think I’m going to change my mind, this is just who I am. I hate labels, but yeah, aromantic describes me to a tee. I’m just going to stop dating, I always go into it feeling like, maybe this time it will be different, maybe I’ll feel something, I really like this person so maybe I can make it work. I’m just forcing a square peg into a round hole, it’s time to stop and just be me.

[notourhomeland]

Sorry, Alex. It’s more than “just a small group of fans.”

#NotOurHomeland has banded Homeland fans together from across the globe to amplify and bring light to an already large segment of #Homeland’s disappointed viewers, their voices, concerns and outrage.

Unfortunately for Executive Producer and current Homeland showrunner, Alex Gansa and Showtime boss, David Nevins - the criticism of this past season of Homeland doesn’t begin or end with the current fan response.  Here are a few snippets of Season 6 reviews from television bloggers, critics, reporters, etc.

From The Hollywood Reporter:  

“...Alex Gansa and the executive producers of Homeland, who made a cottage industry out of torturing Quinn, putting him in near-death positions and then stringing the character and the audience along, refusing to just take him off narrative life support and let everybody (including Friend) move on.”

“...To me, the monkey thing was a nadir of a performance that could never feel grounded because the writing never let it feel grounded. The whole season's arc became analogous, as far as I was concerned, to the show's general failures with Quinn. He was a great character and Friend was giving a great performance when Quinn was a cold-hearted, badass killer, when he was the kind of operative who might even give Jack Bauer nightmares. When they tried to force romance and pathos and near-death after near-death after near-death on him, Quinn worked less and less. Although he was somewhat correct to blame Carrie for his weakened condition, he was also right when he tried reverting to the ruthless figure he was before, when he tried claiming he was too far gone to be changed. If only the writers had respected that a few years ago.”

From Entertainment Weekly:  

“...Homeland took a long, winding, and at times bewildering path...”

“...I’m disappointed to see the show couldn’t keep its emotional ball in the air long enough to make [Quinn’s] sacrifice sink in. Did we need an entire, drawn-out episode of Carrie just crying over his death? Of course not — and that wouldn’t have felt right for the character. But did her crying over his copy of Great Expectations (a novel with a classic, absolutely appropriate story of love and loss) six weeks later resonate the way her drawing a star for Brody did? To me, it just missed the mark.”

“And it missed it because it raced ahead to set up the next season. Homeland has always kept a fast pace, but the time jump, combined with that chilling, sinister shot of Keane shut in inside the Oval Office, felt like it came out of nowhere. Yes, we’ve seen Keane’s steely resolve slowly torn down over the course of the season, and yes, we’ve seen how she had been hurt before by those around her, especially when she had been kept at the compound, but we spent barely a minute with her after the assassination attempt to understand her thinking. The new chief of staff is also a question mark, and the new status quo feels too extreme, too bleak to be real.”

From IndieWire: 

“[Peter Quinn] who inexplicably survived a debilitating attack last season only to perish while trying to protect the President-Elect from the people who were supposed to protect her. Quinn was a beloved fan favorite, and his role in the show cannot be overstated. His death, however, felt anticlimactic and almost too blunt to be believed. After agonizing over his fate at the end of Season 5, a quick and inarguable resolution was appreciated. (Carrie immediately said he was dead, and his memorial was referenced after the time jump.) But it felt like delayed punctuation for a fate resolved a year ago.”

From The Atlantic:  

“The sixth season revealed a TV show trying desperately to keep up with the news, and sacrificing coherence as a result.”

“Part of the issue, too, is that Homeland is always waging an internal war between the erudite political drama it aspires to be and the extravagantly ludicrous and enjoyable thriller it actually is...”

“...trying to knit together fiction and nonfiction seamlessly means sacrificing something from either category.”

From AV Club:

“...more than anything, “America First” is such a deeply implausible and phony episode, a radicalized Carrie wouldn’t be any harder to believe than the crimes committed by Dar Adal and his treasonous “deep state” co-conspirators.”

“Quinn gets a send-off that would be fitting and poignant had it not grown out of such a profoundly silly plot. As much as Quinn will be missed, the decision not to write him out at the end of season five is more confounding than ever.”

“The grossest thing about this finale to me is how it returns Homeland to the neo-conservative fantasy it’s always threatening to become. If the president watched this show, I shudder to think what he would take away from a story in which a newly-elected Interrupter-In-Chief becomes a literal target of deep-staters intent on usurping his power. The ending seemed to condemn Keane’s actions, but there was, in fact, a far-reaching conspiracy to assassinate her. I don’t know that her arrest spree is that unreasonable a response under the circumstances.”

“I, your humble reviewer, will not be back next season. This season finally pushed me away and I feel comfortable parting ways with Homeland. Good luck and godspeed.”

From the Wall Street Journal:

“Gone is the series’ original vitality, replaced with predictable politeness.”

[musique-de-la-nuit]

tagged by: @rienerose

a - Age: im young with all that Teenage Rebellion

b - Birthplace:  like i know lmao

c - Current time: its only like 8 pm and im already tired rip

d - Drink you last had: water, but i wish it was something with alcohol

e - Easiest person to talk to: my gf 

f - Favorite song: atm its make out by julia nunes

g - Grossest memory: watching anything with blood and gore. i get so squeamish

h - Horror yes or horror no: absolutely! i just have to be careful with what i watch, bc again, i dont do well with blood and gore

i - In love?: absolutely

j - Jealous of people?: it depends. sometimes

l - Love at first sight or should I walk by again?: walk past again. you can never be too sure

m - Middle name: dont have one

n - Number of siblings: 6, unless you count in-laws, which would be 8, with a soon to be in-law

o - One wish: to have my friends understand how i feel when it comes to my gender and sexuality

p - Person you called last: my gf

q - Question you are always asked: “wait, you have a girlfriend???”

r - Reason to smile: my gf, my friends, you guys, how much ive improved over the years

s - Song you last sang:  oogie boogie’s song, from nightmare before christmas.

t - Time you woke up: 6 am. i had to get up for tech day, which ran from 8 am to 11 am

u - Underwear colour: a pair of black boxers

v - Vacation destination: europe. my gf and our friends are planning to tour europe for a couple of months before coming back for college

w - Worst habit: popping my knuckles, back, ankles, neck, wrists, and elbows.

x - X-rays: ive only ever had two, and both times was when i broke my arm

y - Your favorite food:  soups, ribs, turkey, bread. bread is life for me. i literally go to walmart each week and buy a loaf of french bread and eat it during chemistry

z - Zodiac sign: gemini

tagging: @chaosflight @zolillan @pagesofangels

[freedomeagles]

tagged by the amazing @an-old-telephone (thank you!!) and also @no-rules-no-responsibility who is my tumblr mom and wanted to make sure I did this lmao

Rules: Answer the questions in a new post and tag 10 blogs you’d like to get to know better!

a: age - 21

b: birthplace - Washington, USA

c: current time - 1:09 pm

d: drink you had last - water

e: easiest person to talk to - seram, my beautiful jedi master roommate, the squad, my dearest monoréal

f: favorite song - aaaaaagh so hard um Meet Me in the Woods Tonight by Lord Huron or Hymnals by Grizfolk

g: grossest memory - I used to walk to high school since I lived just around the block from it and there was one portion where gravel was along the side of the road and kids with cars but no on-campus parking passes would park there. Somebody must have hit a squirrel while parking and its dead body literally lay there, decomposing, for like 2 weeks (guess the city didn’t know about it) and my friend and I had to walk past it twice every day. So there’s that.

h: hogwarts house - Slytherin

i: in love? - I'm not in LOVE per se but boy howdy do I really like somebody who is also one of my best friends why this ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

j: jealous of people - usually if it’s someone I already don’t like and they get to do something they didn’t earn (like this girl in my friend’s Russian section who is really bad at Russian and also just an asshole and she got to study abroad in Moscow, wtf)

k: killed someone - nope.

l: love at first sight or should I walk by again? - walk by again, and then 1000 more times it literally takes me 8 years to realize I like someone

m: middle name - Maria

n: number of siblings - uno

o: one wish - that life is kind to my parents, they really deserve it

p: person you called last - my dad for the bi-weekly “how’s it going”

q: question you are always asked - “Oh haha so is that like CIA stuff?”

r: reason to smile - my friends (including my crush and his freaking beautiful smile and his adorable laugh), also my dog

s: song you sang last - AND IT FEEEEELS LIKE STARING AT THE SUN (Staring at the Sun - Vanic)

t: time you woke up- 6:00 am (that 8 am class life when u live 30 mins away from campus and shower in the morning :’D)

u: underwear color - black

v: vacation destination - NORWAY

w: worst habit - biting my nails

x: x-rays - I've had them for a broken leg when I was like 2 and then like, dental x-rays and stuff

y: your favourite food - Mashed potatoes

z: zodiac sign - Taurus

I shall tag @mcwolly-sketch @starkbucksss @glamalodon and anybody else who wants to do it feel free! (you guys don’t have to if you don’t want but here it is lol)

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Again, thank you @gellbellshead for all the tags and love. <3

A-age: nobody likes you when you’re 23 B-birthplace: Rochester Hills, Michigan C-current time: 10:31 am D-drink you had last: water E-easiest person to talk to: Brian (my main squeeze) F-favourite song: Somebody Else - the 1975 or You and I - Pvris G-grossest memory: Honestly I have a terrible memory and I try to forget all the gross things that happen. Oh wait. I walked in on my mom once ‘pleasuring’ herself. I can’t look at her the same. H-horror yes or no?: Only during the month of October. I am a scaredy cat. I literally wear scarves when we go to see a scary movie at the theater so I have something to shield my eyes  I-in love?: Drowning in it. J-jealous of people: Yeah. Its human nature  K-killed someone?: I mean I don’t think so? Only in fics lol L-love at first sight or should I walk past again?: I shit you not, when I met Brian I fell in love. I was dating someone else at the time and I broke up with the guy for him. After two weeks of getting to know each other I told my best friend he was the man I was going to marry. Look at us now. M-middle name: Danielle N-number of siblings: Three O-one wish: To have kids. I have this irrational fear that I can’t. And I really hope I can  P-person I last called: My best friend Traci Q-question you’re always asked: Do you always talk with your hands? R-reason to smile: I have four days off work HOLLA S-song you last sang: Sit Next to Me by Foster the People. I’M OBSESSED U-underwear colour: pink cheetah print? lol V-vacation: Up north. Its a Michigan thing. There is something so relaxing driving four hours north to a cottage on a lake. It’s my favorite place in the whole world  W-worst habit: biting my nails  Y-your favourite food: Pizza rolls omg Z-zodiac: Taurus

Wow this fun. thanks again for the tag! I tag: @riverdalelovee @bughead-fic-request @jeemyjamz @novelistjugheadjones @gershwinn @lilmooncat @rileybabe @fxyeahriverdale

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Tagged by @huffminyard  i totally forgot abt this thank you for tagging me!!

a-age

16

b-birthplace

uh arizona, im here again now and guess what, its the worst!! holy shit its legit like 113 i cant take it 

c-current time

2:46 pm 

d- drink drunk last

water

e-easiest person to talk to

umm myself?? uh maybe my sister, but even then shes kinda sensitive and doesnt like me talking abt any actual topics so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

f-favorite song

it changes so so often idk i like temporary love by the brinks, season 2 episode 3 by glass animals. i rlly like ig ballads and stuff like writer in the dark or so so if anyones got any music suggestions thatd be awesome!!

g-grossest memory

uh for me what counts as gross is like bugs ig? once a tick ran across my thigh at my dads ad i screamed and refused to sleep there for like two years. in oher shocking news!!! im actually moving in with my dad soon so (the bugs are gone tho def)

h-horror, yes or no?

sick andriel ref but YES!!!! big yes i liegit love it its my fave movie type like the only once i can rlly pay attention to i love it! if its a book its gotta be happy ending horror tho

i-in love?

uh no. i talk to only like 2 people outside of school so thats a no

j-jealous of people?

um not really. there are lots of things that i want, and that im gonna try for, but i dont know if i would describe it as necessarily jealous.

k-killed someone?

i mean i wouldnt admit it here anyways but like...no

l-love at first sight or should i walk past again?

if my being honest prob at firs sight. like obviously not love but if i see someone and i notice them then ive noticed them

m-middle name

catherine. when i was a kid i thought it was a bad word cause my mom would yell it if i did something 

n-number of siblings

1. my younger sister and i are actually really close. 

o- one wish?

to experience all i want to experience  

p-person you called last

my dad

q-question youre always asked?

i dont know. “why do you say that” i really dont know i dont get asked lots of questions. actually its probably “would you be helpful” or somethn ike that

r-reason to smile

bc i see something funny, bc someone compliments me, bc someone smiles at me

s-song you last sang

writer in the dark. i sing a lot i rlly love singing i do it a lot

t-time you woke up 

like 10. i cant sleep at night like ig i can only sleep when im rlly genuinely exhausted and i hate it its stupid

u-underwear color

white

v-vacation

i like the oceean, but id probably go back to oregon or washington in the fall. it was almost indescribably beautiful and id love with everything to say it again

w-worst habit

i procrastinate like nothings else. that 800 word essay tht i had like  week to do will be done literally the night before. its bad. i dont know i just flake out of things a lot

x-xrays?

none that i remember

y-your favorite food

french fries almost definitely

z-zodiac sign

aries. i love reading the posts i honestly do

tagging: @andreiil @wanderingcas @autumnwhisp @wesminski @museaway whoever wants to