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bioodorange · 3 years

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||The Pastas At The Beach||

this was originally like an entirely different post but ehhh this ways better!

disclaimer Im setting this like, at a beach with a boardwalk and such next too it? Public beach, small time vacationing!

and that they conviently like..pass as human

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Jeff the Killer

Jeff doesn't really do much at the beach

The salt water irritates his skin and he burns easily, doesn't want too deal with it

Spends most of his time asleep

Hogs all the damn towels by sprawling out all over all of them

Gets sand over everything that they brought with them

Forgets how wind works and it gets everywhere

When its time for some of em too go get food, he always fucking goes

Wants too walk around and do something, and maybe not get blamed for all the fucking sand when everyone sits back down

He wears one of those like protective long sleeved shirts? and red swim trunks that are just somewhat obnoxiously bright

While getting the food he has a brilliant idea

Befriends the fucking seagulls

Lures them back too their umbrellas and just vibes with his bird army

atleast he's not alone anymore?

Ben Drowned

first off I know like he doesn't go swimming

but imagine if he did

his fucking goggles get filled up with blood

gets weird ass tan lines from the blood on his face like, when he's not swimming

has too wear the goggles when he puts on sunscreen-

ok ok thats it

fucker wears like mountain dew swim trunks

and those arm floatie things despite not going anywhere near the water

He tries too sit around Jeff but that gets boring fast-

Just walks the fuck off without telling anyone, on a journey for adventure

Will spend literal hours sitting underneath the boardwalk until someone finds him

After that they get him like one of thise beach toy kit things

Sally's nice enough too fill the bucket with water too, so they can make sand castles and stuff

She walks along the shore line with him, gets pretty shells too

Also if Ben were too go in the water

He's a fucking shark magnet with all that blood-

But don't tell him that, he won't come back too the beach

Ticci Toby

Toby is very excited too go to the beach

He didn't get out much as a kid

Siked as hell too get in the water

Drops his stuff off as soon as possible and runs right into the water

And thats when he realizes he can't fucking swim

Awkwardly flaps his arms around until a wave moves him along too back where he can stand

Everyones kinda confused when he comes back like "?? You were so excited, what happened?"

"I can't swim :(("

Cody volunteers to teach him right away, like the great brother he is

The thing is Cody is a horrible fucking teacher

Another few minutes of Toby getting owned by some waves and Cody just screaming stuff like

"Use your arms Toby- no not like that how I showed you- no I'm not going too help how are you supposed to learn-"

That's when Kate drags him back too shore and Doby and Brian teach him instead

In a bit he learns and ends up having a lot of fun

I feel like Toby would really like boogie boarding?

A lot easier then surfing but still a good time

Also they have too tie a red scarf around his arm so they don't loose his ass in a crowd, or in the water

Third Base

so far, Doby's the only one on this list who actually came prepared

I feel like he'd use one of those face lotions that has SPF 30 in it already?

Smart enough so he doesn't have too smear sun screen around his face, can just use the spray stuff and get going

Also has shoes and sunglasses too go with each like swimsuit/outfit he brings

Mans is put together

Really likes collecting shells and stuff

Walks with Sally, shows her how too find them

Wakes up kinda early as it is? So its easy for him too go too the beach early and find the shells before the tide pulls them back out

It's one of his favorite times, actually

The suns just rising, a few shops are opening, only a handful of people are on the beach

Does it everyday as his "alone time" before everyone else wakes up

Spends most of his time with everyone kinda relaxing?

I can see him really liking those beach volleyball games

Or just playing frizbee in the shallow water!

Really, really enjoys making sand castles

Builds a moat and everything so it stays up when the waves start coming closer

X-Virus

Cody, another kid who never got much beach expierence

But acts like he did

Buys one of those waterproof, phone lanyard things

Forgets too fucking close it properly

Doesn't have the first idea of what seagulls are like

"Oh come on buys its fine-" gets fucking owned for his cheesestick

Lowkey scared of them after that

Refuses too eat on the beach after that

Sits with ben under the board walk and curls around his chips

Spends most of his time in the water

Wants too see how far he can go before the lifegaurd calls him back

Finds it funny as shit too just slowly go deeper while grinning at them

Until a wave slaps him in the back of the head

And then he gets scared of the deepwater too

After he looses Swimming Coach privellages gets really fucking salty and sulks on the beach

Kate takes pity on him and walks around the boardwalk with him

But he also didn't know you have too reapply sunscreen after you go swimming

Gets really really bad sunburn

Jeff, Ben and Toby take turns slapping it whenever he gets too cocky

Masky

This is gonna be a Dad Tim one, fight me

Really has no idea what the fuck is going on, but still manages too keep everyone together?

Tells the same story, atleast twice a day, about the killer wave that almost took his shorts off

Gets in fights with seagulls whenever they get realitively close too the group

Also buys one of those crappy beach wagon things too put their stuff in

Buys a mug and cheesy beer koozie

Doesn't enjoy the beach that much but gets excited too go?

Ends up sitting down for most of the time unless he gets dragged on walks

Might just kinda walk until the water is at his knees and just kinda stand there, and nod a little

Giving mother nature his approval

He takes Sally out and holds onto her stomach, lifts her up over the waves whenever they come

Asks her what she can see, before he drops her back down

Tries it with Ben, gets kicked in the gut-

Favorite time is when it's dark and they go

Not for a long time, just a few minutes too walk along the shore before it gets dark

Hoodie

Designated photographer

Is supposed too be taking photos but mostly gets footage of the stupid shit that happens

Like Jeff not being able too figure out the dishwasher or Clockwork wrestling with her dresser where only half the drawers worked

Just kinda sits back and watches things go up in flames

He's the designated like playlist guy too? On the drive over, whenever he got bored just

"Hey what song should I play?"

And watches chaos ensue

His vacation is watching everyone else have a bad time

Makes up for it though, saves them a shit ton of money by making dinner every night.

I feel like he genuinely enjoys late nights on the beach, like Tim

Gets some beautiful photos of the water, and people taking walks that he's pretty damn proud of

Maybe once or twice he'll join Doby for a walk too get pictures of the rising sun

Likes getting small things from the gift shops

Shark teeth, maybe a cheesy snowglobe

Something silly but nice too remember the trip by

Eyeless Jack

first things first, ya know those double-lens glasses? Like you flip up the sunglass part and theres normal lenses underneath? Someone gave him those

But their are crappy eyes painted on the normal lenses

He's very confused but its just ridiculous enough for him too like

The beach isn't his favorite place, I HC him as nocturnal and most things are open during the day

He takes too the rides and crappy carnival games that are open late at night

He can't see everything super well but makes up fun things for himself

Enjoys going on rollercoasters that he has no idea what the hell the drops look like

Fucking hates bumper cars

Can't tell where everyone's coming from or when

More nerve racking then fun

Whenever they go to the beach beach he just kind of chills

Akwardly curls up on a towel because he's big as shit

Where ever they stay he walks around, uses his echo location shit too find out all its quirks

"This walls more hallow then that one- those support beams in the lobby are doing a very shitty job of keep things together"

Loves sitting out on the balcony and just smelling the salt air, listening too people laughing and the ocean waves

Just the small details a lot of people miss

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pndnj · 3 years

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Cathartic- Yellow Metal Lyrics

Heres where I am with the lyrics, I referenced @25Goldenn on twitter for some of it that I couldn’t comprehend.

*music*

0:23

Dark matter, like painted splatters, they fit better, the old saying, the way it goes, better the devil you do then you don’t know. I hit pedals and switch levers, my heart metal, I can't settle, im part trouble, they are not subtle. I fuck good so fuck cuddles, burst bubbles the thrist levels at new heights, i down doubles, and got baked til I felt high, my face puzzled, felt muddled, far strung and your floors woodent, the thought might but the fit wouldn’t. A fortnight

0:46 - 1:00

And I thought right, it’s all bark and no bite, I’m Tony Stark still embarking on a dream, took a bit of time to take darkness from the team. Seen what I saw. Heartless on the sleeve. Tried to burn my wings, so I put them in a piece on my chest , at peace no rest.

1:00-1:15

Flipped this on it’s head. Rip the script up now, flip it don’t pretend, slipping shit again, Fakers all around me, I’ve been living in pretense. Fake friends won’t make amends. There’s no need, these mean comments control the scenes. Attentionseekers, the spine is weakened

1:15-1:24

This family needs, what a family needs, and the planet bleeds, the damaged trees. It’s never leaving til we ascend so fuck the fence, and until they stop killing colour it’s fuck the feds.

1:22 - 1:44

You must be off it, I mean it, you know you ain’t never get with the judging and I used to dread growing my beard too long, never felt I belonged, but it's really long like a minute I ain’t looking to no mans for the limits, They’re feeling timid, I’m telling them who they mimic, why they don't look like a clinic …. Why they don't get no women, Still, we’re just fucking girls, Lost in the wrong world, Jurassic, now to this vermin

1:41- 1: 50

Kicking the game I’m serving, these losers are never learning, my fire is forever burning, adding it to my fuel, seems like I’m always focused on never becoming you, These locals that rob us feeling … was for a reason.

1:52-2:02

I’m seeing my new beginnings, watch out this loser’s winning, and no water is too deep to swim in Like I’m about to see a killing, I’m all the way that and living, flawless and feeling lawless, the prison now to the gimmicks, my vision is set to something,

2:03-:2:20

I’m watching you bitches plummet, no matches here for my cunning, you rappers are feeling done in, switching your genre, running and Running your jaw, stunting, pulling at straws, something I think you’re a poor effort, deaf and tone deaf and I ain’t treat you separate. Living, I’m in my element, riding it like a … never lose me to fentanyl, scared when I take a benadryl. Keeping it green in general

2:20- 2:46

Think that you remain irrelevant. Look at yourself with reverence, hoping to always elevate. Celibate of these thoughts, killing themselves with sedatives. In comparison to eminem, you’re feeling feminine. Impolitically correct, still dropping on my dick. And I never gave a fuck about what they say abt my shit, I’ve been moving things in my mind like it’s this mountain dew Memories have made me wonder if one day I’m after you. What’s the purpose that you do, is what you're hoping that they learn, i’d like to say i’m done but it’s getting up on my nerves

2:46 -2:55

I’m looking at my life, saying what do I deserve. It’s hard to say I know when I’m walking through the dirt. Talking while you’re nothing I can see for what it’s worth. I’m tired of feeling hurt and I’ve tried enough but nothing works.

2:55-3:40

I’m racking up excuses while I’m slacking off on work. Chit chatting is the usual, talking to this clerk, i beg you don’t include me. I might write it on my shirt so everytime they see me, the oldest know to swerve. SWERVE Life is potent, bits of fucked shit… till they took notice weren’t no hocus pocus, it was hard work that got me heard so i put in the graph like google maps but the whole earth

… around my door mat, taking over like the drones, rolling dirt up in miles like the water, and exploding like Annas hematoma. Don't need to see a slammer to know that I don't want to go man

I’m a showman. I’m just focused on the drama… like i’ve got my own insurance, show myself the pain, like i boxed it in the frame, if we’re about to talk greatness im great, the way you have to say my name like beyonce

“Say my name”

4:00-4:46

Just a bum with a cigarette, sun coming up, all my thoughts on the internet. Feeling deep, I’m just bored with the silhouette single sec, get fucked up for the thrill of it . killer streak playing Pacman. Like I came from the Philippines vanilla bean still a thing for the thrill of scene,

Theres a beam, UFO, Leave it well alone I aint moving, stood still on the peloton, telephone and its always on the dial tone, it's been a while since i’ve smiled at a milestone, seen a big pile in my mind stone, me against the world on my Jack Jones, Like I’m John Jones, With pictures in the condo, far from John Doe, in the ___, like I'm Johnny Bravo, got pravado, with a small dick sitting in golados, feeling far gone, cuz that last hit was the good shit, was that stay lit

4:48-5:02

You can never take my shit come and get me. On the top floor, cloud 9, fading, never bailing, felt amazing, inhaling, til my lungs two guns blazing. Overcome all the stunts that I pulled. A suit of just skin and then wool

5:02- 5:17

This life doesn’t give you no armour, a lot of myself can harm ya. I swear on what’s good, that I’m here till they take me. I pray that I’m wrinkled, at least over 80, and start moving like a ruler, ?damaged? Like a computer going fast, bars from the jeweler, bring the songs to the beach in hopes of finding tuna

5:18-5:36

…

5:36- 6:16

Grab a bat, lose my rag. Couple things got me mad, a couple people got me wrong and now I’m changing up the swag. Coming in and stealing it, I might take the whole bag. Feeling undefeated, I’m a beast with a reason, and imma lead the whole pack. Fearless like I’m Caesar, I’m just waiting for a chance to fill it up with diesel, and all I've been achieving is clocking miles in its region, moving like a legion.

Promise that I made to myself an allegiance. Do you still believe I’m a fool for ever leaving, staring at the ceiling, can never put a cap on achieving. I’m just here for the rap, then I’m leaving.

I’ve had about enough of being my own enemy, it’s time I grew up, a long way from 17. Always went against the grain, struggles in my life. Got some things to say when I stand up on a mike.

6:16-6:32

I ain’t dropping this for fame, I need this time, like therapy, it’s just to keep me sane. The truth is on my medicine, can’t put that on your plate.

Speeding into everything, bout time I fixed the brakes. Don’t say I can’t communicate , you know I conversate with you in several different ways. And I know you know it’s references, looking at your face.

6:33- 6:53

Can’t justify mistakes, like every man that made them, seems I ain't the one to blame. Lying to myself, only had so much to gain, so now I’m switching up the plate, see if that affects the place, im at on most days

I ain’t going with the usual so they looking at me strange. Confused, I can feel it all, I’m here to make a change. It’s cold at 3am outside, I’m walking with the dog, thanking god that you don’t talk at all, my mind is switching off

6:54-7:12

Driving down to find myself, cuz I’ve been getting lost, lived this selfless life and found I can give a toss. Lessons that I’ve learned I’ve tried teaching to myself. What I’ve learnt from certain people is that they’re better than myself.

So I surround myself with real ones, and you feel the plastic melt. Like burning toy soldiers that used to go up on the shelf. Recycle the ideas, conveying on the belt

7:14-7:29

.. circus, always hurting the way we felt? Embarrassed that we dreamt of bigger things and letting go of notions till we feel them in cement

Tired of only hoping, we feel broken men. Cuz the gravity is weight and has kept us to the ground, see the only people speaking with favors in their mouths

7:46-7:58

Got killer rhymes… no fillers, like godzilla, eating clouds cuz my smokes thicker, throat licker, my dope sicker, bringing people their hope like im the pope slicker, i hope you’re getting the point cuz i walk quicker

I thought my city was shit bcs I want bigger like my zipper couldn’t zip up fed up with the…my love is fickle.. Residual age has a primitive face

I see demise for your limited ways, Left it to simmer, simmer away…a fake glimmer in the haze

8:09-8:11

Feeling trapped this industry is a cage

8:34-8:50

Nobody’s speaking the truth, I’m offended by the State. Look at the state of the news, I’ve decided the argument, reciting my views, while they’ve been sat in their chairs, I’m feeling pressure to choose.

Standing here as one man, how can I do half when you’re half the person I am. If it wasn’t in your life, you didn’t choose it. It’s the funny thing about music. It’s the pain and beauty of it.

8:52-9:11

Don’t give a fuck what my suit is, it looks good so I wear it, better than the shoot that People’s wearing, changing the whole narrative for these basics and scarcity

Been facing the racists from back when i were a kiddie .born up in in 93’. been living in Bradford City..kicked me out of the schools, they had a problem with me hitting the kids that would call me p*** still sitting in the classroom chilling, and i'm angry now that I’m older I see they treat us different

9:12-9:25

got me thinking I’m the problem cuz they never dealt with those issues.

20 years later I’m still in the same boat, tryna treat me like my grandpa, say I came up off the boat. Came to tell you what I stand for, man I think you’re shit, a joke. How can I be civil, when they got me by the throat

9:25-9:35

Pushing my feelings down, you ain’t got it like them

‘Boy your skin is so light’, ok motherfucker take my name up on a flight. Try to convince immigration that your bloodline’s half white.

9:35-9:45

I don’t know how that’s acceptable, when life is more susceptible to perception, be the death of them. I’ve been looking at the sky saying where’s that day of reckoning, you had your prophets right when they say that you would speak to them.

9:45-9:55

I need justice in this life and I trust that it’s my fight, cuz when I’m writing it feels right to have them focused on the facts again. Focused on the rap again, hoping for the change, gunna put this on the map again

9:55-10:16

Writing in all caps again, the pain, it goes through me so I write the letter. All the shit that could have brought me but made me better.

I’m at home with a pain in my soul , yeh rap… cuz you know I was too real to contest it, my time was invested. Now I look at the industry, I see it infested, looking like kids who would write on nesquik.

10:17-10:29

My name ain’t on the list unless they label it ethnic.

I ain’t never gave a fuck about these jokers and jesters. Ain’t no answers for these things, so just save us the questions, man allowed of violence, cuz my silence is deafening, your opinion stinks, somebody get him a breath mint.

10:30- 10:42

Start to understand why they think that I’m threatening, I move in certain ways, couldn’t slow me with ketamine Now they all wanna hear me, got a table at letterman. Direction changed, like I changed up the lettering. Don’t believe the age ,bcs I move like a veteran.

10:42 - 10:47

Raised on the benefit for whose benefit, they’ll never learn shit, man, if the shoe fits.

…no words coming out when you open your mouth

And to be honest, it’s insulting, offensive to my wounds that have been salting. Tryna ask me questions that they know I never answer. I’d rather sit online and reply to the fan art

11:00-11:06

Fuck a sports car, coming through when i rapped

tell you what I like, farm life and the tractor

11:06- 11:17

Fake life, 'sup online, suck a fat one. You don’t wanna buy into that, none of that son. Sitting in the garden 98’ in the Datsun, seen some hot summers but I still remember that sun.

*music*

11:51- 12:34

I make millions off of my pain, cause I know a few millions still living that way

Dealing with the hurt, they should know cause they don’t deserve it, it hit deep cause i hit the nerve. Only way that the sheep learn if the street firm, in my ways I don’t wanna change, everything just stay the same

Who you tryna convince you understand, cant maintain, let the lights dim some, get the Chow Mein, flex, get the tape, right up at night

Why these men be nice to my face, be nice, i ain’t tryna be a gangsta ruins my vibe

Rather be low-key and on my phone. Never need the trophy or the show piece

Never show peace in a North Face fleece. Show kids this like i wrote my flip

Cause the sign might fit till the start i’m sick

12:37-13:05

Now you see where I come from, the world don’t. Only achievement in this life is the Jordans. Committing petty crimes out of boredom, we can’t afford them. So I stole it, need a rolex

Go make sense, get yourself a job, It’s a poor man’s game tryna sit and pray to god, he ain’t sorting out your problems, gotta sort them out yourself

Used to tell us fables, now I’m writing them myself, Cause we raw like animals we all just need some help

Cathartic, I’m an artist, trying to put my heart in

Felt double crossed like Leo in Departed

13:05- 13:27

For the knowledge i’m not charging see I got it all free

But my hunger kept me starving like i’m feening for the feed

I just Need a reason to see me bleeding for my creed. Trick you with the words like I keep em up my sleeve. Picking where I fit, I see me sitting with the queen

I ain’t doing it unless you’re used to saying please

Let me flow a bit, before I sting 'em with the bees, They tryna kill us with disease

(Music)

13:34- 14:12

Why does it feel like they had the same notebook and the same four looks

Like the rain won't touch on their face, so sus when they lie don’t trust not a minor

Please no fuss, I just move through the game like must

Something in the way i adjust till i stick, Free falling like the ship, free fall till i bust

Remember 21 brother gave no fucks. Trying to project when they give them looks

In the projects, in the objects us

In my own way, never gave me love, shoulda never started this, broken hearted kid

Dried up the feeling till I stole the lid

Don’t wanna relish in the fame but I can’t resist

14:46-14:58

I like the way we feel, I like the way, I like the way

Ain’t no mistake, i am a being

I ain’t tryna be a leader, been selling out since Jesus

All my rhymes are for the readers, between the lines, like Father time, I fuck Mother Nature

14:58-15:40

That’s what they get, the connotations. Tell 'em I lived a life, and then I lived a life of adjacent? like its…. and played it patient.

Alone on my own spaceship, always tryna find greatness, still defying lines, but I’m fighting in my prime.

Shining light like Kylo while imma kill it all the time. Aging like I’m wine

Asian in my face, but still my race you can’t define. Focused on defiance, imma fight it while it’s life.

Started something sick and on my mind is what’s next, just became a dad so now I’m taking all the cheques. Better know I’m staying and paying like it’s debt. Imma get it done, if it’s taking all my breath, sweat, and down I ain’t messing around til I’m the best

Speaking in full sentences, shoulda thought about a strategy before you went at the stratosphere about this… rings around Saturn, this ain’t a battle, I’m sat, I’m here

15:40-16:22

Catch me doing magic, hired and sounding tragic I think you could use practice and until that you get the blacklist and pull like a … actress? Fooling them like a catfish, schooling like a legend, happy to be the reference, fusing like iridescence, leaving them all guessing, leaking out of my brain like a pipe I aint fixing, shining like a star you can see it from a distance

Aint many of me around p*** I’m just different Certain stages to this level aint here because fame is to the devil fuck a label, imma do this from the ghetto, clean up like Im Dettol

I’m the man to put a bet on, sight smart like a weapon, this is my kind of setting, i write the world I’m sat in, while these others live on hype, i see them fight in how they type, the fruit is ripe for the taking, i think i might

16:22-16:57

Let me take you away from here, Let me take you away from here, Let me take you away from here

16:58- 17:47

Eccentric things are mentioned like a kid stuck in detention tryna escape im just spitting what is written on the next page, spitting image of my dad in his young days

Born sinner when i’m livid i say fucks sake

Don’t worry i’m too cunning with no plumbing, the waterworks, i sung something that resonates, i thought it first like giving birth to the parrot perch

They see me do it and they know it works

Don’t know what’s worse: the way that you live your life or the way that you write a verse

You’ll be nervous, you don’t deserve it we’ll scratch the surface ill leave a crater, lift the dirt up to find the hurting

Can’t know for certain nothing is guaranteed, tryna be a better person than the world deserves to see cuz i see a lot of sharks still swimming in the sea

Cease and arrest what’s the reason.. And these the kinda kids we bringing up next

Distorted reality, all they needed was family, too hard to face, to see what the damage is

17:47

*i don’t wanna be, i don’t wanna be, a part of this, no, i don’t wanna be, i don’t wanna be, a part of this, *

18:04-18:38

Sometimes they ask the questions too deep to form a sentence, to disform, is this the norm, is this the sentence i feel defenseless i played the setlist, and all my sweat blood and tears, forgot to mention feeling lost, going off into different sections i feel like love wrecked it

If it’s not a drug why am i waiting for the next fix, affected, i cant believe that you left this

I guess I leave for the best wish, moving on like im fine for the lectures

We see it all from spectrums, cuz if we’re falling down we can fall down together

Staircase to heaven, mirror down the middle like 11, resentment on one side it won’t settle

18:38- 19:14

Mind fried but taking sense, they aint got a sense of themselves in the rich ends

Need to spell it out for them.. Made for them so witness

I know you feel afflicted but you always love it with me while im laughing at you, ya think you’re laughing with me

I try to (i love you) but im grown so they don’t fit me, my body thrown from the new to this old city so Im sick of sitting on my own, feeling so shitty, i’ve been on roads where its cold and the snow hitting

Its okay to be yourself, sit and talking to myself

I’ve been walking for the longest, just need a little rest, know i ain’t the strongest, I can feel it in my chest, talking about my feelings and of me, they get the best

19:14-19:59

They aint leaving, seeing breathing in my breath

Till death do us part is just seeded in my heart, like a work of art

Never winning,im just scared

Cant begin from the start, do i play a part in the rhythm of the night

I guess i’m onto something cuz the dark is feeling right

Every cloud got a lining, put my own miles in, like moralis, figured that they’re jealous, that they could just never tell us to change because the weather never made me question whether or not i’m not that level

Got rid of all the bullshit sitting in my way, most of them are full of shit i see it every day

I do hearing the same things that i do, maybe that shits hitting like haiku

How much do you pay for them to hype you

Recycle your flaws but they aint like new, leaving and conceded and full of diesel like engines that need a cleaning, the ending will be revealing. Even though we ain’t raising the facts, now we been facing.

20:01-20:52

The cactus with spikes, needing spaces. Different faces, the same story. A full body like straight body direct to your system.

Could never tell 'em we missed’ em. Not even with the thoughts, we gift them. Cuz they just take advantage, guess we are caught in a system.

My soul pouring out details of borrowed time, had enough of a fill, this is for sorrow time. I’m seeing visions of Heaven, I seen the severed line, between the gospel they speak and when theyre telling lies.

Remember telling a friend of mine, you’d sent of mine, identified like a 3rd eye. Got a habit of knowing now where the dirt lies. So benign. I ain’t sober after 9, so I fuck their minds. Why you flipping out, see another

Try to rep it from the city, fuck a chiller crew, repping for the nittys, trying to keep us down, raised on the social, don’t want to let us out of the system. Me, I insist we assist them, me alone putting shifts til I lift them

20:53-21:12

I know it’s hard, that’s why I like it, I’m fit to fight it, I’m from the North, I’m backing Tyson, it’s been decided, don’t see no light. They needing guiding, just redefining, realizing, I’m realigning, in full finance, they stay silenced.

Can’t be louder, I’m juiced up with no powder. I fix shit like a slick spanner. Gone green like Bruce Banner. So free Gaza on my banner

21:12-21:51

The real McCoy, I ain’t nothing to toy with, signifying peace like a Japanese Koi Fish. How did this happen, we’re moving backwards in our timeline, killing us with cyanide, Right up for the freedom 'til we transform like Ironhide

This is bout my feelings, the way that I move affects the fate that I’m sealing. Can’t say nothing, with that something being on the page, kept inside the pen like the bars that have been kept caged. See I always had a plan, since I was young, we had nothing man

Now it’s been a few years since I ain’t seen the fam, on foreign lands. Bout to climb Everest in the avalanche. Right into the riddles as soon as you were born. Never asking the question cuz it’s the norm. See I’m in a questionin’ session

21:52-22:03

Like the manner got a method to teaching a lesson, listen to MF Doom, he taught me like Ra’s Al Ghul. Felt like living in Gotham, the people were rotten. Still we play cartoons so it’s never forgotten.

22:03-22:15

Chilling at the top but we came from the bottom. Writing and jottin for them life by, spotting the difference

*Dreams, was growing out of me, sun promising that tomorrow it will rise, time playing games with my mind, I swear it will pass us by

Train goes on the tracks, smoke, I’m tired to hide my thoughts, so blinded in flames, Don’t know where we’re going, I have no way of knowing, only see what’s in my head

Can’t we wait a minute, so we can savour this, It’s on my brain again, these days, It on my brain again these days”

23:10-23:46

They’re hating on Palestine ways, The oh no Palace playing Prince on the Steinway, Sending out mind waves, stop them like crimewaves, Freedom fighter, Yellow Metal is my name

Like vipers, I see the sly ones, the snake that’s called Biden, none of them abiding what they might put in writing

We should be used to it by now, say whatever for the vote and then just choose another route, say they’d never kill another unless that brother’s skin is brown

I’m just telling you the facts, if you can’t take it, the truth naked, to bare bones and my thoughts lately, spitting politics.. Done ain’t it, Shit just gets me vexed, and now I’m sitting that I think of it

23:45-23:59

Feeling on the brink of it, whatever it is, Figure out some shit at least it feels that way

talk about my feelings and I don’t feel so strange, finding solace, that’s a promise, in Metropolis but being honest, can’t write a sonnet, without some pain

24:00-24:40

Can’t fade away, away so we can savour this, been on my brain again these days

Can't find a way to be so you can savour this, been on my brain these days

Singing the song for another, singing a song for another

#zayn #yellowmetal #cathartic #feel free to correct me pls #cathartic lyrics

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bisexualcrowley · 4 years

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Fairytale of New York

Pairing: Jack Kline x Reader (Gender non-specified)

Summary: Jack gives you something you’ve always dreamt of while walking through a park on Christmas eve

Content/warnings: Fluff, songfic, little bit of angst, censored use of the F slur in song lyrics, can be read as romantic or platonic

Word count: 2, 581

A/N: I absolutely recommend you listen to the song while reading, I know it’s not really everyone’s taste but I feel that it adds to the mental image, plus there's a bunch of instrumental bits that I think are worth being included :) // Originally wrote this as a Jack fic, but felt that Jack fit better

The snow fell in a light drifting throughout the city, glistening in the glow of the streetlights and setting the scene for what in most movies would be seen as the perfect Christmas eve. It was quiet, peaceful, the soft noises of traffic heard behind the sound of slow Christmas music playing soothingly from a shop across the street.

Since becoming a hunter, you hadn’t really been much for the holidays, especially religious ones, but tonight as you walked side by side with Jack through the little park, boots crunching in the fallen powder with snowflakes dusting your hair as you made your way to a nearby pizza joint to meet Sam Dean and Cas, it felt different, the way Christmas should feel.

Tonight it didn’t matter that the apocalypse was approaching, the thought was shoved to the back of your head along with everything else that had gone wrong. Tonight was just snow, food, gifts, and family, and you found yourself smiling as you made your way along the path.

You were so caught up in your thoughts, or lack of them, that it took you a moment to realize you had been walking by yourself for a few seconds, and quickly doubled back to where the nephilim was standing.

You were concerned at first, his still figure bringing all sorts of unpleasant thoughts to mind, but your worries quickly evaporated when you drew closer to your friend. A peaceful smile graced his features, eyes closed and face tilted upwards, snowflakes hitting his skin and melting, the fair few settling softly on his eyelashes.

“...Jack?” You called quietly, hesitating at the idea of disturbing him but knowing he wouldn’t want to be late to dinner with the Winchesters.

Luckily, the nephilim’s peaceful expression cracked into a toothy grin as he turned his head to face you, a light dusting of snow falling from his hair onto his nose and making you giggle.

“It’s so beautiful, isn’t it Y/n. I never took the time to experience a snowfall properly before now, and it’s just... Well it’s just incredible. God did a good job with this one” He murmured happily, his gaze returning to the sky, this time followed by your own.

It had been years since you sat back and allowed yourself to enjoy a moment like this, year after year of hunting taking priority over and over again, and you were glad that there was time for it tonight. Jack was right, the sight truly was beautiful, the crystals of ice glistening as they blew through the sky and settled on every surface in sight.

You had just opened your mouth to respond when a familiar melody filled the air, and you paused in your thoughts. Fairytale of New York, The Pogues. You hadn’t heard this one in years, though you never forgot it, your teenage daydreams always somewhere in the back of your mind.

Apparently Jack had found your silence alarming and turned his attention back to you, finding you lost in thought, a troubled expression having replaced your smile from before.

“You look upset, Y/n, are you alright?” Your friend questioned, a concerned expression gracing his usually happy features, and his worry drawing a dry chuckle from your lips.

“It’s nothing Jack, lets just keep going, Sam and Dean are probably already at the pizza place” You replied in a dreary voice, sighing as the song progressed from purely instrumental to include vocals, the piano echoing sweetly in the darkened street and Shane Macgowan’s somewhat rough voice flooding your ears.

It was Christmas Eve babe

In the drunk tank

An old man said to me, won't see another one

Turning away from Jack, you moved to cross away from the park, but found yourself held back by the angel’s hand landing firmly on your shoulder, forcing your gaze back in his direction.

“Honestly, it’s stupid, lets just keep going please” Your voice came out tight and clipped and the sound made you wince, hoping Jack didn’t think of it as rude. Luckily, in that sense, your friend didn’t seem to be offended, but unluckily it made him push the subject further.

And then he sang a song

The Rare Old Mountain Dew

“You've never been good at lying to me, Y/n, it’s clear that this isn’t stupid. Please, talk to me.”

You shot him a defeated smile, the ache in your heart showing clearly in your eyes as you shoved your hands in your pockets, shifting your weight from one leg to the other.

I turned my face away

And dreamed about you

“I dunno, Jack, It’s just this song.” You mumbled, gaze falling to the ground in hopes of avoiding the nephilim’s concerned stare.

“Ah, I understand. Cas explained this to me, how humans can connect bad memories to songs,” He nodded, his hand returning to your shoulder in a comforting gesture.

Got on a lucky one

Came in eighteen to one

“No, it’s not that. It’s just... Ever since I was a kid I’ve always dreamt of dancing with someone to Fairytale of New York. I haven’t heard it in years, hunting kind of took over my life, but hearing it again makes me realize, as small as it is, I want it, so so badly. Being pulled close and spun around as the snow falls around me on Christmas eve, it’s so stupid but knowing the world is gonna end and I’ve never had the chance to experience it hurts like hell, Jack, and I know as a hunter I should have higher priorities, but honestly it’s all I fucking want, the only thing I wanted to do before I die and now I’m not gonna get the chance.”

I've got a feeling

This year's for me and you

You didn’t plan to ramble on, spill such a close desire to your friend but as soon as you started speaking the dam broke, all your feelings slipping out at once. You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t notice the tears running down your cheeks, not until a gentle hand tilted your chin up, your eyes locking on Jack’s caring ones as he brushed them away.

“That’s not stupid, Y/n... Actually, I think it’s quite beautiful. There’s so much hate and greed in this world, but all you ask for is one moment in time...”

Jack’s voice was quiet but sincere as he spoke, and though you couldn’t work up the strength to thank him, you appreciated what he had said.

So happy Christmas

I love you baby

“It doesn’t matter, we can’t all get what we want, right?” You smiled tightly, quickly clearing your throat and turning to head towards the road again, and once more you were stopped by a strong hand pulling you back.

"Jack please, lets go, I don’t wanna talk about this anymore, ok? It’s upsetting and it’s getting cold, let’s just go meet the guys” You huffed, now slightly annoyed at the nephilim’s stubbornness, but the feeling melting almost immediately into confusion as your friend pulled your shorter frame against his own, leading one of your hands to his waist and capturing your other in his.

I can see a better time

When all our dreams come true

“Dance with me, Y/n.” He whispered, smiling shyly at the expression on your face.

“..what?” You managed to ask, somewhat in shock at the quick movements Jack had made to settle you in such a position.

“Look, I know this probably isn’t exactly what you were hoping for, It’s barely snowing, we’re probably going to get yelled at by Dean and well, it’s me, but if the world really does end, I don’t want you to go out having not experienced the thing you’ve dreamt of all your life. I understand if you don’t want to waste the moment with me, but if you do I’d be more than happy to share it with you”

Jack chuckled at the end of his sentence, but didn’t go on, waiting for an answer as the music picked up, moving from piano to accordion.

You had to fight back tears as your friend spoke. It was hard to believe, but it was finally happening, you were finally going to get your dance, and you just beamed up at the angel, emotions overflowing with each second that passed, and as the third verse began, you nodded, Jack responding by matching your smile and settling his free hand on your waist.

They've got cars big as bars

They've got rivers of gold

But the wind goes right through you

It's no place for the old

You hadn’t danced to the song since you were a kid, twirling around in an oversized dressing gown with a broom in Bobby’s basement, and you were almost certain Jack had never even heard of it before now, but somehow the both of you knew exactly what to do, how to move. Two steps and a spin, swinging away from the angel only to be pulled back in, each switch of your hands, it was all exactly how you had always pictured it.

When you first took my hand

On a cold Christmas Eve

You promised me

Broadway was waiting for me

1 2 3 4 5 6, 1 2 3 4 5 6. You counted silently along with the patterns played, a squeal turning into a joyous laugh as a particularly passionate spin from Jack led the both of you sliding along a patch of ice, boots leaving trails in the freshly fallen snow.

You were handsome

You were pretty

Queen of New York City

When the band finished playing

They howled out for more

You hadn’t expected Jack to enjoy himself as much as he appeared to be. You figured, hey, he’s a nephilim, I’ve helped him out, he probably feels obligated to do this, right? To see that you were wrong, the elation on his face made the already indescribable moment all the better

Sinatra was swinging

All the drunks they were singing

We kissed on a corner

Then danced through the night

The rare passerby walking through the park would smile, pause for a moment to watch the two of you spin happily across the frozen ground before continuing on their way, each one chuckling to themselves over whatever joke they came up with about once upon a time being young enough to move like that

The boys of the NYPD choir

Were singing Galway Bay

And the bells were ringing out

For Christmas day

As the two of you danced, you couldn’t help but think how beautiful this scene would be in a movie, all done up in fancy clothes, cameras following each sweeping movement you made

You're a bum

You're a punk

You're an old slut on junk

Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed

Another step. Another swing.

You scumbag, you maggot

You cheap lousy f*ggot

Happy Christmas your arse

I pray God it's our last

Jack’s hands flew to your hips, picking you up as if weighed nothing as the chorus peaked once again, spinning you in the air and making you feel like you were flying.

The boys of the NYPD choir

Still singing Galway Bay

The moment your shoes touched the ground Jack bent you down in a dip, flashing you a goofy smile at the noise you let out

And the bells are ringing out

For Christmas day

Jack smiled, and you beamed up at him

I could have been someone

Well so could anyone

You took my dreams from me

When I first found you

The music slowed slightly, and Jack traded your previous quick footsteps for a simple back and forth box step, the softening of your movements giving him a proper look at you, with your hair mussed and face rosy from the cold. Your smile stood out the most to the angel though, the unfiltered joy crinkling your eyes and releasing whatever tension you were holding before

I kept them with me babe

I put them with my own

Can't make it all alone

I've built my dreams around you

The boys of the NYPD choir

Still singing Galway Bay

And the bells are ringing out

For Christmas day

As the instrumental section came to an end, the wall inside you that you hadn’t even realized was there finally broke down, and you followed in suit. Your arms flew around the nephilim’s neck and you clung to him as if letting go would kill you, and you sobbed. The sudden burst frightened Jack, who quickly pulled away enough to meet your eyes, but was surprised to find that you weren’t upset, but were crying tears of happiness.

“Y/n are you alright?” He whispered, tightening his hold around you as you pulled him along, your complicated waltz now replaced by the simple motions of a slow dance, weight shifting from one side to another as the song neared it’s end

You didn’t reply at first, choosing instead to smile up at Jack with teary eyes and nod rapidly before managing to choke out the words “Thank you, Jack”.

As the final few notes finally faltered off, you pulled away from the tight embrace, looking earnestly up at your friend, who wore a warm smile as well

“Really, Jack, Thank you. So, so much, that was incredible, I can’t even-” Your voice cracked, cut off, and unable to vocalize anything more you reached out and took his hand between your own, squeezing tightly.

Luckily Jack understood what you were trying to say. He knew he couldn’t ever truly understand the level of happiness the action had brought you, but he knew he was gonna cherish the moment for the rest of his life. It was the most fun he had had in as long as he could remember, but that wasn’t why he knew it would stick with with. There was something special about sharing such a moment with someone he loved so dearly, being able to give you that happiness that made life worth living, gave the strength to keep fighting whatever the hell would be thrown at them next.

You and Jack would have been happy to stay there forever, hands clasped together and snow dusting your hair, but as always, the reminder that all good things must come to an end was brought to you by whichever shop was playing music turning their volume way up, the blasting of trumpets from rockin’ around the Christmas tree hitting you like a truck and thoroughly ruining the peaceful setting.

Your reactions were like a scene out of a movie, the simultaneous jump, staring at each other in shock and finally breaking down in peals of laughter seconds later.

“I think that means it’s time to go” you snickered, the nephilim chuckling in response, and at that the two of you took off again, making your way towards the pizza place.

Thank you, you repeated silently. Thank you

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#jack kline x reader #jack kline #supernatural imagines #songfic #fairytale of new york #self-projecting babey

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ejzah · 4 years

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Could you write a Drabble where Kensi has a girls night out with the Cupcake girls but they all have babies now ? Thanks

A/N: So, this prompt has been sitting in my inbox for ages. I’m so sorry to whomever sent it. I’ve tried to write this so many times, but it just never quite worked. Hopefully the final outcome is ok.

***

“I need another drink,” Tiffani declared, popping a cheese soaked chip into her mouth.

“You still have half of your White Russian,” Mandy pointed out. Tiffani glared at her, picked up her glass while maintaining eye contact the entire time, and drained her glass in one gulp.

“I need another drink,” she repeated.

“I’ll go,” Tiffany offered, with a good natured roll of her eyes. She grabbed her purse and pulled out a couple twenties. “Anyone else want anything.”

“More food,” Mandy said, holding up the empty nachos basket. She patted her faintly rounded stomach. “Baby needs some fried pickles.”

“Ooh, and some mozzarella sticks,” Kensi added.

“Is there something you want to tell us?” Mindy teased, nodding at Kensi’s coke. She’d switched after a single beer, not wanting to come home to Deeks and Caleb tipsy.

“I am very happy with my four month old,” Kensi said firmly. It had taken much longer to conceive than either she or Deeks had expected. Even though they wanted more children if possible, they also wanted to enjoy their time with Caleb. “It’s going to be at least a few months before we start trying again.”

Kat caught her eye from across the table, a knowing look in her eye and said,

“I agree with Kensi. My body needs a break.” Tiffani snorted at that, tilting to the side just a teeny bit. Kensi knew from past experience how quickly she could go from sober to to drunk.

“If I was married to Marty, I would be all over him! I would be pregnant all the time,” Tiffani shouted over the music. Kensi was greatly amused as Mandy made a scandalized sound.

“Tiffani, you can’t say that!”

“Oh come on, we’ve all said we think Marty is super hot.” Tiffani waved her hand dismissively. “God, I wish Jake had his body.” Kensi choked at that, inhaling a mouthful of coke.

“Who has a hot body?” Tiffany asked, returning with another White Russian and two plates of food.

“Marty,” Kat told her, raising her eyebrow at Tiffani who had snatched up her fresh drink and already sucked down half of it.

“Why is no else drinking?” Tiffani demanded. “We’re supposed to be having fun.”

“We are having fun,” Kensi insisted.

“What happened to us getting drunk and dancing with random guys?”

“We’re older now,” Kat said, rubbing her back soothingly.

“And we all have kids and partners,” Mindy added. “Charlie wakes up before 7 most mornings asking for breakfast. There’s no way I could handle taking care of him with a hangover.”

Well, we need to do something fun,” Tiffani persisted. She slapped the table suddenly. “Ooh, strippers!”

“Tiff, we’re not going to a strip club,” Tiffany sighed, quickly adding, “And we’re not hiring one either.”

“We don’t have to. Kensi can just call Marty for us.” Kensi glared at her friend, even though she knew it would do little good.

“Hey, I told you that in confidence. Deeks would be very embarrassed if he found out you knew,” she said, remembering Deeks begging her not to share his secret with anyone. Tiffani ignored her.

“He could show us his Jack routine. Or dress as a lawyer. I love a man in a tie. I could rip it off,” Tiffany said in a increasingly slurred voice.

“Ok, it’s time to call an Uber,” Mandy decided and Kensi picked up her phone. Tiffani saw her, apparently believing she was calling Deeks and shouted,

“Tell Marty to dress like a cop! With tear away pants. Ooh, and handcuffs!”

She had a feeling Deeks would have been greatly amused, but Kensi was infinitely glad he’d decided to stay home with Caleb. Although, there was nothing to say she couldn’t have her own, private, dance routine.

***

A/N: Apologies to anyone who is a major fan of Tiffani. I filled in a few details for everyone and she got the role of drunk this time around. She’s loosely based off of someone I know who constantly has a large cup of Mountain Dew mixed with vodka.

#ncis la fanfiction #kensi blye #the cupcake girls #anonymous prompt #ejzah fanfiction #kat mandy mindy tiffany and tiffani

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #381

“don’t try to be the one person who has stayed just to say they never left me”

Do you feel bored with your life? Always. Do you miss anyone who was mean to you in the past? I sometimes miss Colleen, but I know it's for the better that we no longer associate with each other. What’s the most weight you’ve ever gained from a medication? I don't know, but a fuck of a lot. Thanks, Abilify. Have you ever been suicidal? Yes. Do you pray? If yes, to whom? No. What do you miss about high school? Memories with Jason. What do you miss the most about college? Socializing. What was the best date you’ve ever been on? A triple date to an arcade w/ Jason and friends. What’s the last great song you discovered? The most recent one? I don't know, really. Do you feel free to post how you feel on Facebook? Yeah. Don't like what I post, delete me. Have you ever done cocaine? Yikes, no thanks. Do you think you’ll ever get married? Do you want to? I sometimes wonder if I ever will. I'm scared of just continuing to be an unemployed leech that is doing nothing significant with her life, in which case it's like, why even be with me romantically. I feel like such a dead end street. I want to get married someday. Who do you care about the most? When it comes down to it, probably my mom. Have you ever made out on a couch? Yeah. Would you ever get gauged ears? I want small gauges, actually. When it comes to clothing, are you the conservative type? Yes, because I hate my body and don't want others to see it. Do you enjoy eating? I wish I didn't. Have you ever ridden in a race car? No. Do you go out of your way to impress the opposite gender? No. Do you enjoy history? Not really, no. It bores me. Are you a pajama person or do you stay dressed all day? I'm just about always in my pjs. Do you value looks or personality more? Personality is way more important. Have you ever changed religions? Yeah. Born Roman Catholic, converted to Christianity when I further understood the differences, then I went to how I am now: I believe in something(s), but I don't quite know what. I wouldn't call myself a Neo-Pagan, but it's what I relate most to. Would you ever wear fake eyelashes? I would for like, my wedding. Foo fighters vs. Red Hot Chili Peppers: I'm actually not a big fan of either. Are you a fan of the SAW movies? I don't really watch them. Do you ever forget how old your siblings are? My two immediate sisters, I'm sometimes a year off. All my others, yes. :x Mountain Dew or Sprite? Mountain Dew, of course. I really don't like Sprite now, which is ironic because as a kid, it was my favorite soda. Could you ever give yourself a shot? Yeah. Have you ever worked as a cashier? That was one of my duties when I worked at a dollar store. If you are on birth control that allows you take pills and skip your period, how often do you opt to skip it? How come? My birth control doesn't allow me to skip, but rather, it regulates it. Is there a book series where you loved the first book, but for some reason the other books in the series just didn’t measure up? I can't say that, no, as most series I just kinda fell out of, like The Hunger Games. LOVED the first book, started the second, and even though I was enjoying it, I just stopped for some reason? Are there any stores/restaurants that you would like to shop/eat at, but there aren’t any located near enough to you? Haha yeah, like lots of west coast fast food places like Jack n' the Box or however it's formatted. If you were told by a professional that you were unable to become pregnant, how would that affect you? Is there something important to you about conceiving a biological child rather than adoption? And finally, if you even want to have children, would you choose adoption or surrogacy or would you go on childless? I don't even want kids, so honestly, I'd be stoked if I learned I was infertile. Wouldn't need to worry about the chance of getting pregnant and facing an abortion dilemma. Is there something that you did not used to take seriously, that you either now take seriously or wish that you had in the past (e.g., a relationship that you miss, your education, etc.)? Hm. I don't know. Are there any subjects that you are interested in so much that you would read whole books or academic journals about them? Meerkats, especially. I will read EVERY scientific article about them I find. Are you physically affectionate with your friends? I'm a hugger. When you were in middle school and high school, did you witness a lot of bullying? How did the teachers react to name-calling or violence? Not really, thankfully. Are any of your friends/relatives actually impressive artists or writers? Are you willing to share an example of their work? Yeah. I have a cousin who's really good at drawing, and my sister is a wonderful cake decorator. Do you drink more apple or orange juice? Orange. Could you forgive your best friend for sleeping with your gf/bf? My hypothetical bf/gf, no. Would you ever donate blood? I have before, and I would again if I knew I was hydrated enough and the opportunity was right there. Would you rather drink coffee or tea? Ugh, neither. Do you get easily embarrassed? YES. How long was your longest make out? TMI alert, like all night. If the person who hurt you most said they’re sorry would you believe them? I honestly don't know. Do you have sensitive skin? Very. What color is your mum's car? White. Do you live in an apartment? No. Do you have a pet fish? Nope. Are you happy with your eye color? I wish they were a more sapphire blue. Solid soap bar or liquid body wash? Absolutely liquid body wash. What color do you want your dream car to be? Baby pink. *-* Do you have more then one favorite band? I say I do, but at the same time I know Ozzy Osbourne will ALWAYS be #1. Do you prefer being single or in a relationship? In a relationship. But it's absolutely not something I'm about to force just for the sake of being in one. Would you be really upset if Facebook ceased to exist tomorrow? Nah. Have you or would you try shark meat? No to both. Do you know anyone that's pescatarian? No. Someone I watch on YouTube is, though. Are you shy or over confident around your crushes? Super shy. Do you think the govt. has a cure for cancer, but is hiding it from public? Hell, I think it's very well possible, but I lean more towards for financial hoarding, they simply don't further pursue potential cures that are discovered. I mean, just THINK about all the "future cures" you've read or heard about. It's fucking outrageous. It's all to fuel the medical industry. Okay, tin hat coming off. Last time you drank a diet soda? A very long time ago, because diet soda gives me a massive headache. Was your ex born in America? Only one wasn't. Name your favorite type of music and why. Metal. I for one just like the sound, and I find it very therapeutic when I'm especially mad or sad. Even when I'm in a good mood, I just enjoy it. I also feel that a lot of metal songs tell interesting stories and/or have very poetic lyrics. Do you own or have you read, or thought of reading any self-help books? I haven't, but I've considered it. Can you breakdance? Definitely not. Have you ever read a book and not understood it? If so which one? Yes. We were assigned this one war novel in middle school that was FUCKING AWFUL, like I was checked out the whole time. I don't remember its name or anything. Have you ever watched a movie and not understood it? If so which one? Yes; the Warcraft movie I mentioned in a recent survey. Orcs and their fucking deep-ass voice that I couldn't understand. Do you blowdry your hair? No. Tell me about your dream last night. Omfgggggg y'all. So, there's one invert pet that I've never understood the keeping appeal of, and that's giant centipedes. Their bites are notoriously excruciating, and they are just SO goddamn fast. Well, for some godforsaken reason, I wanted one as a pet. Got one, and it immediately got loose. Guess who wanted to shit herself lmao. Centipedes are very cool, but only from a distance, ya feel? Have you ever stayed in a fancy high-class rich hotel? No. Have you ever stayed in a rent-by-the-hour motel? I don't think so. Describe the worst fight you’ve ever been in whether physical or verbal. I'm not entirely sure about my *worst*, but I know it was with Mom. We've had a few. Have you heated any food in your microwave today? Yeah, a shrimp alfredo Lean Cuisine bowl. Do you own any items of clothing with cartoon characters on them? Yes. Have you ever played Animal Crossing? No, it doesn't seem like my kinda game. Do you own anything (e.g jewelry, accessories) with your initial on it? Yes, but none of which I personally bought because I don't really like them. Do you own any cats or dogs? What are their names? I have a cat named Roman. <3 Have you added any books to your shelves lately? Which? No. Have you bought any new cosmetics or toiletries lately? Which? No. Do your pets have a specific type of food that they prefer? Roman will eat whatever cat food he's given, while Venus, like your average ball python, is a picky eater. Like when I first got her, she wouldn't eat for almost a year because I just couldn't find a method through which she'd accept food. Now she consistently takes frozen/thawed small rats that have actually sat in warm water (versus doing it by hand under running water), and she generally won't strike it unless it's offered to her by tongs, but not dangling by the tail. Picky, picky miss thang. What's your favourite variety of apple? I'm not very particular about flavor so long as the apple is crisp. I canNOT do soft apples. Which of your physical features do you receive the most compliments about? My hair.

#survey #surveys #questions #lyrics: ''orchids'' by stone sour

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tomato-tomahto-potato-potahto · 3 years

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Would you ever have a turtle as a pet? No, probably not. I like not having to clean up any pet messes or cages. But if I had to own a pet, I picture myself wanting something furry and cuddly instead. Do you like Mountain Dew? I don’t drink soda (or rarely ever do) Are you any good at poker? I don’t play it. My card game expertise include Go Fish, Slap Jack, Old Maid, Uno, and Solitaire. Do you enjoy camping? I like camping in cabins but I wouldn’t be down for tent camping, or right under the stars in the wilderness. Living in the country is something I wouldn’t be opposed to. What is something you wish you could do? Lick my elbow or touch my tongue to my nose, because both seem to be impossible. What's your favorite game system? I don’t have a favorite gaming system. I’m more likely to just use apps/games on my phone instead. Do you ride a bus regularly? No, I have a car. Pick one: Crash Bandicoot or Spyro? I’ve never played either before - and I’ve only ever heard of Crash Bandicoot. Why do you/don't you believe in God? I’d like to believe in some sort of a higher power, but I also won’t know for certain until the very end. iPhone or Blackberry? I’ve never had a Blackberry before. Does/did your school require uniforms? No, none of my schools ever did. I was a public school kid. What movies could you watch over and over and still love? 10 Things I Hate About You. Do you live alone? Maybe it’s because I DO actually live alone, but this question is kind of creeping me out. Do you own any Apple products? I have an iPhone. Would you date someone who smokes? No, that’s something that would be a deal-breaker for me, unfortunately.

#survey #surveys

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theshopislocal · 4 years

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corinth rains

New and improved Heaven may well be the Happiest Place (not) on Earth. But Dean, it turns out, is still Dean.

(also on AO3)

chapter three

Charlie’s place is frickin’ awesome.

That said, Dean doesn’t understand most of her decor. There’s a surprisingly beautiful oil painting of what looks like the bushy-haired girl from Harry Potter standing over the corpse of a monster with a face made of teeth; Charlie called it the Demogorgon, which clarified precisely nothing. On another wall, there’s a giant framed poster of the little shruggie emoticon dude, which, on closer inspection, is itself made of other shruggie emoticon dudes. In the center of the foyer stands a life-size marble statue of Poison Ivy, flanked on either side by two huge suits of armor, armed with iron flails.

Then, of course, the crowning jewels: a wall-to-wall, floor-to-ceiling flatscreen TV and a tiny blue console that ostensibly contains every video game ever made. Charlie calls it the Deus ExBox.

“I swear to Jack,” Charlie mutters, fingers smashing against the controller buttons, “if you say ‘get over here’ one more time—”

Dean shrugs as much as he’s able while spamming the square button. “It’s the best move!”

“Yeah,” Charlie snorts, “and you cheese it.” She presses several buttons at once, and her character - a skinny brunette in a hilarious and mildly sexy bathing suit - kicks Dean’s guy about thirty damn times.

Dean makes a frenetic motion with the controller and goes full button mash. “You cheese Mileena! With your stupid tele-drop—”

“Hey,” Charlie starts, turning briefly to glare at Dean, “Mileena’s my main, ok—”

Dean uses the moment of distraction to pull the joystick hard to the left, tapping square one last time. His character - a rippling muscled dude in a skintight suit with a yellow loincloth - casts his spear at Mileena, yelling a guttural ‘Get over here!’

Mileena’s health bar drops to zero, and she sways back and forth. Dean gives Charlie a smirking side-eye.

She shakes her head and points a blunt-nailed finger at him. “Dean, don’t you dare. Dean.”

Dean gives her a winning smile and moves the joystick side to side, thumb hovering over the X button.

“Dean, don’t you dare toasty me—”

He taps the X, and Scorpion spits a pillar of flame at Mileena.

Fatality, the screen reads. Scorpion wins.

Charlie stares blankly for a moment, slack-jawed and dull-eyed, before cutting a glare at Dean. “I literally hate you.”

Dean’s mouth pulls into a wide grin, and he raises his hands in a shrug. “C’mon, who could hate this face.”

“What face?” Charlie grumbles. “All I see is a butt.”

Dean gives a bark of laughter, and his cheeks ache. He’s learned that Charlie is an appallingly poor sport, and her swearing tirades in the wake of a loss amuse him to no end.

She gives him a mild glare, betrayed by the play of a smile around her mouth, and reaches for her giant pint glass - ‘it’s a stein, you philistine’ - only to frown down at the flat dregs. She shifts as if to stand, then her face lights up, and she smiles over at Dean. “Hey, check this out,” she says, and the childlike excitement in her voice has Dean leaning forward. She raises the stein overhead and bellows, “Beer me!”

Her glass refills itself, bottom to top, an inch of fluffy white head settling over translucent gold. Dean’s brows rise, and his lips tick up. “See now, that I could get used to.”

Charlie gives him a self-congratulatory smile and passes the glass to Dean. He tips his head in thanks and takes a gulp, face scrunching up at the taste.

“Ugh, god,” he sputters, setting the glass down heavily on the low coffee table. “What is that?”

Charlie’s lips turn down in a dramatic pout. “Stella Artois.”

Ugh. What are they, at a bachelorette party in the Hamptons? “Aren’t you supposed to be a lesbian?”

Charlie gives him an unimpressed glare and hoists herself off the couch. “I’m a chapstick power alpha, thank you very much.”

Dean’s sure he knows what all those words mean individually, but- “Yeah, I got no idea what you’re talkin’ about.”

Charlie rolls her eyes and skips towards the kitchen, tapping the Yoda bobble head on the bookshelf as she passes it. There are several other action figures on the shelf, and a bunch of other tchotchkes, most of which he can barely make out in the dim fluorescent light. He glances over at the windows framing the dining table; he figures Charlie’s gotta have a great view, being situated so near the lake. But the curtains - done in a deep, velvety purple that looks like some sort of magic fur - are drawn, the afternoon light pooling just around the bottom.

Dean feels his brow wrinkle. “Hey,” he calls, “why are your curtains closed?”

“What?” comes Charlie’s muffled voice.

Dean rolls his eyes and waits until she comes around the corner with two dark bottles of IPA. “Why are your curtains closed?”

She raises her eyebrows at him, flopping herself onto the couch. “Cuz the sun’s out? Duh?”

Dean takes a bottle from her hand, twists off the cap. “You don’t like it?”

Charlie gives him a dry look. “Dude. I’m a pasty code-jockey otaku.”

This time, Dean isn’t sure he knows what any of those words mean. He squints at her, shaking his head.

She sighs. “Sunlight could kill me.”

Dean snorts a laugh. “Ah.” He vaguely remembers a case he’d worked solo while Sam was at university: a teenage boy had spawned a Tulpa while writing a (surprisingly good) web comic. Dean had interviewed him in his dorm room - all empty Mountain Dew bottles and half-eaten bowls of ramen. Kid looked like he hadn’t seen the sun in years.

Back then, Dean had told him to pull the comic from his site and go the hell outside. Now, Dean feels mild envy for him and Charlie both.

“I miss rain,” Dean says, and it feels like a confession.

Charlie turns toward him and tilts her head, expression curious and bemused.

Dean harrumphs and adjusts his seat. “I mean, I like the—” he gestures vaguely toward the window, “—the picnic weather, too, I just...” he trails off, noting Charlie’s scrunched frown, and shrugs. “I dunno. Sam says there’re storms, past the mountain.”

Charlie’s brow smoothes at that, and she perks up, grabbing her stein with both hands. “Probably. All kinds of weird stuff over there.” She takes a long swig and gives a tiny burp that has Dean huffing a laugh. “You seen the mini forest in the field?”

Dean sobers and shakes his head. “He said that’s where the storm was.”

“Oh,” Charlie murmurs. “Huh. Wasn’t last time I saw it.”

Dean raises an eyebrow. “You’ve been over the mountain?” He tries to picture her with a bindle in place of an iPhone and hiking boots in lieu of her Converse, but comes up short.

Charlie smirks at him and takes another gulp, licking the foam from her top lip. “I may have spent my first afternoon here flying around on a broomstick like Harry Potter.”

Dean tips his head back in a nod. He really should’ve guessed that. He brings his bottle to his mouth, taking a cautious sniff to make sure he’s not drinking any more of that wimpy shit, and gives Charlie a sidelong glance. “Did you catch the snitch?”

Charlie beams. “As a matter of fact, yes.”

Dean shakes his head and smiles. “Attagirl.” He takes a long drink, enough to clear the neck, and savors the bitter hoppy flavor on his tongue. It’s a damn sight better than the swill he’s had with Bobby. Or whatever the fuck Stella Artois is.

“It was on fire.”

Dean swallows and cuts a glance at Charlie. “What?”

“The forest,” she says, smoothing a finger over the lip of her glass. “I mean, not the whole thing, just a couple trees near this, like, barn thing? They were all charred.” She tilts her head, considering. “Coulda been lightning, I guess? I dunno.”

Dean feels a pit open up in his stomach, strange and unbidden. He sets his beer down on the table, butting it up against his controller. “You tell the Arch?”

Charlie shrugs. “Kevin said not to worry about it.”

Dean’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline, and he turns fully toward her. “You talked to Kevin?”

When he’d heard through the grapevine that Kevin had finally made it over, Dean had sent Jack a silent, thankful prayer. He’s thought about checking in on the kid, but word has it he’s top dog at the Library - the new and improved Scribe of Heaven. Dean figures that’s about as close to ‘advanced placement’ as the kid is likely to get, this side of the pearly gates.

“I stopped by the Library,” Charlie says, nonchalant. Then she gives Dean a mischievous grin, raising her glass to her mouth. “Wanted to see if they had Lady Death in Lingerie.”

Dean frowns. “Is that... Is that porn?”

Charlie smirks at him. “It’s a comic, but... yes, yes it is.”

Dean blinks hard and gives her an incredulous look. “You got Kevin out of the Library ... for cartoon porn?”

“Hey,” Charlie demurs, “you don’t get to say anything about cartoon porn, I’ve seen your browser history.” Dean rolls his eyes even as his face warms, but doesn’t offer a defense.

“And no,” she continues, eyes going shifty. “He let me in.”

Charlie’s posture is stiff, her eyes round with manufactured innocence. She was a shit liar when she was alive, and she’s an even shittier one dead.

Dean gives her a blatantly doubtful look. “He let you in.”

Charlie puffs her cheeks out and her eyes dart side to side. For a second, she looks like she might try to stick to her guns, but she blows out a sigh instead. “Okay,” she concedes. “Maybe ‘let’ isn’t the right word.”

Dean breathes out a mildly bewildered laugh, pressing his forehead to the bottle in his hands. “You broke into Heaven’s Library?”

Her tiny white hands rise in a shameless shrug. “You can take the girl out of the corporate espionage scheme...”

Dean shakes his head, smiling wry but wide, stomach aching with laughter. “Pretty hardcore,” he says, then faces forward. “For a nerd.” He takes another short sip, noting Charlie’s scowl in his peripheral vision.

“Well,” she huffs and grabs her stein, “you’re pretty ripped.” She lets that hang for a moment, until Dean looks over at her, brows raised. “For a handmaiden,” she smirks and takes a smug pull.

Dean rolls his eyes and nods around a dry smile. Charlie gives a tittering laugh that he can’t help but return, and he polishes off his beer, shoulder butted up against hers.

He stares down into the empty bottle, turning it between his thumb and middle finger. “So Kevin said it’s fine?” he asks. He keeps his tone mild so as not to betray his peculiar unease, but he can’t quite suppress the note of concern. “Tiny burnt forest with lightning and a creepy barn?”

She shrugs and chugs the last inch of her beer in a great swallow. “I guess?” she says, voice thick. “I don’t know.” She belches for a solid three seconds, and Dean turns his lips down, impressed. “Got the feeling it was kinda...” she tips her head side to side, “top secret? Maybe not, like, nuclear football level, but… something.”

Dean snorts and glares into the chasm inside his beer bottle. “What, you think Heaven’s got an Area 51?”

Charlie shrugs again, grabbing her controller to select a new fighter. “Stranger things, I guess.”

Dean nods absently and casts his eyes about the room. The shruggie guy is still shrugging, Yoda’s head still bobbing, Ivy’s white marble eyes staring sightlessly toward the door. Dean’s gaze settles on a painting he hadn’t noticed, tucked into the corner behind a threadbare recliner: an abstract composition of flowing indigo and teal, offset by swathes of pale yellow edged in pink, with a crooked pillar of white rising up the center. Dean’s not much of a one for fine art, but something tells him this is a masterpiece. Ageless and tragic and blue, it tugs at a rough-sawn edge in his chest. He thinks it might be a flower or a river. Or a cloud. Or maybe a bruise.

It looks familiar, like he’s seen it in a textbook or possibly a museum. Then again, in Dean’s very short - and very, very long - life, he figures he’s seen just about everything.

Abstraction Blue by Georgia O'Keeffe

chapter two | chapter four

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#corinth rains #destiel #deancas #fanfiction #post canon #slow burn #dean-centric #tw: alcohol #chapter wc: ~2k

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creativeskullcreations · 4 years

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Outside chapter 6: Strain

New chapter on Monday, just like I said! And in this one, looks like Stacy's kept a few secrets of her own, and dangerous ones too. We also see what affection and actual friendship is starting to do to Scout. It’s different from everything she’s ever known, and she likes it and wants it all to herself.

Will sat back from the screen, stretching. 'I wouldn't believe any of this if not for already seeing Scout.' He scrolled back up to the top of the doc, clicking the save icon. 'Even then, it doesn't really seem real.'

Speaking of the Puppet, Will looked over to the couch. From underneath it, he could make out two large, yellow eyes. They made eye contact and with a blink they disappeared. 'She's kind of like a cat, if said cat was evil and wanted to eat my soul.'

Stacy, on the other hand, had her head lying limp on the table, a single slice of pizza sitting next to her. It looked barely touched, which worried him a little. Normally he couldn't keep her off the pizza. With a sigh, Will stood and moved to sit across from her.

"So." He waited until she'd shifted her to stare up at him with a single eye. "Evil voodoo Puppets."

"Yep." She deadpanned.

"Mind-raping, soul-eating, evil voodoo Puppets."

"Yep."

"And you decided to bring one home. Of your own free will."

"Why do you doubt me?" Stacy asked, exhausted, as she finally sat up all the way. I know what I'm doing. Mostly."

"I just want to know why you don't seem to think that thing under the couch isn't controlling you somehow." He told her. "Stacy, I trust you, I really do. But you said it yourself it was supposed to mind control you. How do you know it still can't?!"

"Uh, because if she was we'd still be in the HQ, and you'd be a widower." Stacy said.

"Not married yet. I'd just be single." He didn't even crack a smile, and the serious tone made the woman wilt. "I'm being serious here, Stace. How do you know for sure?"

Stacy didn't answer, instead turning slightly to stare at the wall. "I don't know." She admitted quietly. "I just... I don't think she can do that anymore. I wasn't joking when I said we'd still be there if she could."

Will just sighed. Personally, he didn't trust the sock puppet an ounce. But, he did trust his girlfriend beyond that, so he decided to trust her with this. 'God, I just hope she knows what she's talking about.'

Outwardly, however, he said "Fine, then I'm gonna trust you on that. But if she hurts anyone at all, she's getting the Hammer."

"William!" Stacy scolded, but he double downed.

"I mean it Stace! I am not going through this bullshit again! She gets the Hammer, and we move on with our lives." Will told her. "I know she's your friend, but I refuse to let her put anyone in danger."

Stacy opened her mouth to argue, then scowled and crossed her arms. Even if she didn't like it. she had to admit he had a point. Scout could very well be lying about anything and everything. Just because she was friendly, didn't mean she wasn't an evil voodoo Puppet.

"Fine." She finally ground out, fixing him with her best Death Glare. "But for now she's harmless, so you'd better treat her nice."

"I'll be civil." He promised, and her expression softened just a bit.

"Good." And that was probably the best she was going to get out of him. She watched as he opened the pizza box, only to stare in surprise.

"Did you seriously eat almost all of the pizza?!" He asked, as he looked between her and the mostly empty box. Stacy just shrugged.

"Scout really likes pizza, apparently." She explained, glancing towards the couch. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly as she thought through the possible effects of this. "Like, really likes it. A lot."

Will just stared in disbelief before dropping the lid of the box. "Right. I'm going home now." He stood up, then paused to point at her. "Think about what I've said tonight, Stacy. Really think on it. Hard."

"Okay okay! Sheesh, you sound like Mary." Will snorted, grabbing the bottle of Mountain Dew.

"And I'm taking this back until you can keep evil toys out of your house." He told her, adopting a mock snooty expression. "Gamer Juice is a privilege, not a right."

"Eh, that's fair." Stacy shrugged. "I'll see ya later Will. Maybeeeeeee Friday?" She perked slightly, and the man sighed.

"Yeah sure, I could sell myself to the group for another six hours. Are we doing it here?"

"Yep!" Stacy grinned standing herself and following him to the door. "And maybe we could, y'know, let someone else play?" She glanced towards the couch again, and Will sighed.

"If they try and kill her, I am not helping you." Will told her. She deflated somewhat, and he sighed again. "I'll see you on Friday. Goodnight, Stace."

"G'night." Stacy watched him leave, then slowly closed the door behind him. Now out of his sight, she went to lean against the door, only to hear a munching from the table. Looking over, she spotted Scout stealing the pepperoni off of the last two slices of pizza.

"Really?" She asked, walking over to the table as Scout stacked the little circles of meat up.

"What? Not like you were eating it." Stacy watched as she shoved the whole stack straight down her throat. The sight brought up questions about her "biology" that, quite frankly, the Host didn't want to think about. "What was he saying about people wanting to kill me?"

"Nothing. Nobody's gonna kill you." Stacy went to a drawer and pulled out a Ziploc bag. She put the last two pizza slices into it before Scout could molest them anymore. "They might freak out, though."

Scout didn't stop her suspicious stare. "And, uh, who is "they"?" She watched her Host put the bag in the fridge, getting annoyed at being ignored. "C'mon Stace, give me some help here."

"They are the DnD group Will and I are a part of." Stacy couldn't keep the smile off of her face. "They're good people, so I think you'll like them."

"What's DnD?" The Puppet asked, and Stacy's smile wider to an almost frightening degree

"You'll love it." Was all she said. "It's something you've got to experience yourself, but it's a a lot of fun."

"Yeah..." She looked away, though Stacy didn't take much notice. Instead the Host threw away the pizza box and put the plates in the sink, intending to wash them the next day. When she turned back to the table, Scout was gone again. A quick glance around showed her back on the couch, messing with the remote.

'Ah, okay then...' Stacy considered joining her, then thought better of it. She had something to do first.

Casually, she entered her bedroom, making sure to shut the door behind her. She then went into the bathroom, closing and locking the door. She carefully took off her tank top, dropping it on top of the closed toilet lid. Then, with no small amount of pain, she managed to get her bra off. Taking as deep a breath as she could, she turned to look at herself in the mirror.

There, in a jagged line across the bottom of her ribs, was a crudely stitched wound, one whose stitches pulled every time she took too deep a breath. Similar, smaller wounds were scattered almost haphazardly across her torso. It looked for all the world like Melinda's stuffed animals had after Stacy used them to "play surgeon".

Granted when she'd done that it was a deliberate attempt at destroying them. But Riley was supposed to be a scientist, a doctor even! So seeing such jagged cuts across her torso on her body was a whole level of disturbing Stacy found herself unable to describe.

She would've preferred an autopsy scar, if she was being honest.

With a sigh she pulled her first aid kit out from under the sink, pulling out the antiseptic and gauze. With as much care as she could she cleaned around the wounds and applied the medicine, then wrapped her whole torso in gauze. She then forced the bra back on, not wanting the pain of her breasts slapping against the wounds. She put on a clean shirt and new pants, then changed the bandage around her arm. All of that done with, she took a deep breath before heading back out into the main part of her apartment.

Scout was sitting on the couch, taring at the TV. She sat next to her, throwing the remaining pillow to the floor as she got comfortable. "The Last Kids on Earth? I hear that's a good one." She observed, trying to make some sort of conversation.

"Yeah, it's pretty funny." Scout said, not looking away from the screen. "Jack keeps saying weird things though. I don't understand him."

"He's making video game references." Stacy told her, only to get a confused look in return.

"None of what he's been saying sounds a thing like Skyrim." Scout said, and Stacy snorted.

"There's more games than just Skyrim. I actually have a lot of them on my computer. I'll show you later, okay?"

"Mm." Stacy felt her face fall a little at the lack of an answer. She focused on the screen herself, trying not to feel too bad about being ignored.

'Maybe I'm pushing her too far? Does she hate me now? I hope she doesn't, I like her I want her to be happy.' She gripped the edge of her shirt, then quickly relaxed her hands. 'It's fine it's fine. Maybe she's just thinking about stuff too. Like maybe what happened Back There, or why my body is covered in stitches...' Stacy resisted the urge to hit her head against the wall. 'STOP THINKING ABOUT IT! It's! Fine! It'sfineit'sfineit'sfine'

"Hey!" Stacy blinked, knocked out of her spiraling thoughts. She looked down to see Scout staring up at her, an almost worried look on her face. "You okay there Ginormica?" Stacy felt her heart fall just a little at the nickname.

'I thought we were past that now...' "I'm fine. Just... tired, I guess. Not really over what happened a few days ago." She shrugged, not really meeting the Puppet's eyes. "Probably just need to sleep a bit more. Maybe take my meds again..."

"Because of the brain damage thing?" Scout asked, and the Host snorted.

"Yeah. Because of the brain damage..." She stood up, stumbling slightly when Scout suddenly appeared on top of her head, and made her way into the kitchen. She pulled her pill bottle out and poured out the dose in her hand, then grabbed a water bottle out of the fridge. She took her pills, far too aware of Scout watching her. When she put the bottle back,she made sure it was high enough the Puppet would have no hope of getting to it without help.

That done, she started towards the bedroom, pretty much done with the whole day. She was ready for sleep, and wanted to be up early enough to meet Carol before anyone else got to the office. Scout seemed to disagree, though, when she noticed they weren't heading back to the couch.

"Woah, hey! What about the show?" She slapped a hand against Stacy's head, and the Host winced. She reached up and grabbed the Puppet off of her head, hoping to head off any more violence.

"Sorry Scout, but I'm kinda really exhausted, so I'm going to bed now. You can keep watching if you want to, though." She went to drop the Puppet on the couch, but instead Scout clung to her arm.

"No! We're watching this together! You owe me!" She said, trying to pull her Host onto the couch. Stacy just sighed and easily pulled out of her grip.

"I really don't." She told the Puppet, making sure the remote was in her reach. "Just keep the sound down, so the neighbors don't hear, okay?"

"Uh no! Not okay!" She protested, making another grab for her hand. The Host easily dodged the attempt, moving back just far enough to be out of reach.

"Yeah, well, it's gonna have to be okay." Stacy told her. "I'm going to bed. I'll leave the door open if you need me. Goodnight." She turned to leave, only to be almost tackled as Scout suddenly landed on her head. "Okay! That is incredibly annoying!"

"You are not going to bed!" Scout yelled, pulling on her hair. "You're going to watch TV with me! Sit! On! The! Couch!" She tugged with each word, and it was starting to get painful. Stacy decided to try a new route and yanked the Puppet off her head, flinging her onto the couch. She then sprinted into her bedroom and dived onto the bed with a pained gasp, covering herself with the quilt. She rolled so she was facing the wall and waited.

Seconds later she heard a quiet thumps, like fabric hitting her carpet. She stayed perfectly still, keeping her breathing slow as Scout got on the bed. She felt the Puppet push against her back, followed by furious muttering.

"Get up! Get up you fucking giant! Move!" A slightly more forceful shove, before all pressure stopped. Stacy didn't dare turn around as the small weight left her bed. A moment later the sound from the TV started up again, louder than before. Stacy gave a quiet sigh and rolled onto her back.

'Scout come on...' She stared up at the ceiling, feeling tears prick at her eyes. 'I know it's hard. It is for me too.' She covered her face with a pillow, hoping to muffle any sounds. She was a loud crier, and if she started now then Scout would know she wasn't asleep.

'Why's she so clingy now? She wasn't back at Sammy's place. Is it because of Will?' Stacy hoped not. She wanted them to get along. Will would make a great friend for Scout once he got over himself. 'Did she hear what he said about the Hammer? Is that what caused this? I hope not...'

She sighed quietly, glancing over at the door from under the pillow. She'd left the light in the main part on, as she always did, and the warm yellow coming in her room was comforting and familiar. She let out a quiet sigh as she settled in, pressing the pillow down harder on her own face.

'Maybe I'll show her how to play Kirby tomorrow. That's a nice easy game, and it'll give her something to do while I talk to Carol. She doesn't need to be a part of that. Not really...' A quiet huff as she thought over the cover story she'd crafted, making mental edits to put in the next morning. 'I'll just turn in the fake, and she can use that for the Halfway to Halloween paper. And then hopefully she won't send anyone there on Halloween. The last thing any of my coworkers need is to end up in that assholes claws...'

Stacy nodded to herself, closing her eyes. She had a plan for Carol, but not for Scout. But, she could always think one up tomorrow. For now, she would sleep, and hope Scout would be fine until morning.

#hello puppets #outside #fanfiction #scout #stacy stein #will carson

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kumeko · 4 years

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Title: together alone

A/N: Almost at the end now! Just 1 more to go! =D For @quillofchoicefor the @marveltrumpshate charity auction.

Summary: Jack never realized how lonely you could be with someone else.

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“Casualties…zero…” Brock mumbled as he stood on the pristine white paper, slowly shuffling to the right as he tried to read it. With his size issues, he’d expected Hydra to at least make smaller, easier to read mission reports. Then again, he’d also expected them to make him human-sized again by now, so maybe he should just stop fucking expecting things from them. If he wanted consideration, he’d have stayed in S.H.I.E.L.D.

Still, this proportion difference was making it impossible to keep tabs of what his team was up to. Each word had to be read slowly and pieced back together to make a sentence. It was slow, time consuming, and Brock had never been one for patience. Maybe he should have just taken Jack’s offer to read it aloud.

Then again, Jack was handling almost everything else now and Brock didn’t want to be in even further debt with him. It rankled him already, just how much he owed this one man. For most of his life, he’d repaid favours immediately, but this was one he couldn’t do so easily.

“One…injury…” Brock frowned. Was training lax now? Did his men relax without him at the helm? When he got back, the first thing they were doing was training. Intense training. Go-to-the-mountain-and-survive training. If they thought they were getting a vacation because he wasn’t there, they had another thing coming.

Rubbing his brow, he finished reading the sentence. It was a good thing he was left alone all day; it would take him that long to finish reading the report. Jack’s reports had always been more detailed than his own—Brock preferred to get to the point, almost bullet-pointing the results. There was no need to dress up the facts.

“Infiltrated…properly…”

“Almost…noticed…distraction…”

“Dodged…attack…”

It was strange. Within an hour, Brock knew all the sordid details of Jack’s latest mission—who needed stealth practice, who did a good job at breaking in, what was taken and how. There had always been the odd mission he’d read like this, sitting on his couch and drinking a beer as he caught up with his squad’s exploits. Any good leader knew when to lead and when to step back, and it wasn’t like he could be everywhere at once.

However, this was the fifth mission without him, the third one that had taken longer than a day. Usually he’d have his own mission to handle. Post-mission, he and Jack would swap stories, showing off new scars as they took off their clothes. There was something electric about letting Jack touch a freshly formed scab, about touching Jack’s barely healed wounds. Death had always been close, but in those moments, it had almost felt like he could taste it. He’d drink in Jack’s skin, feel his heart thrumming beneath his hand, and the border between life and death became none existent for a few minutes.

Now, though, all he had were these reports, black ink telling him tales he didn’t witness. His well-trained team managed fine without him. Jack managed fine without him. Part of him felt like a little kid again, watching the world instead of participating in it. His new height and the dew-sized beer he had didn’t dissuade that image.

It was silly. The second he was big, he’d be running things again. He wasn’t losing everything he’d worked for, not really.

All of those things were waiting for him.

And if he pretended to sleep when Jack came back, it was just because he was tired, and nothing more.

-x-

At the sound of water splashing, Jack looked up from his laptop. It took him a moment to focus on the teacup on his kitchen counter. As he did, water once again spilled over the lip and he frowned. “Why are you making a mess?”

“Do you know how hard it is to get comfortable in a teacup?” Brock snapped back, shifting his position in the cup. By now, half of the hot water had splashed out. “Add some more water, it’s fucking cold.”

“Because of you.” Jack pinched his nose, rubbing it lightly. He didn’t wear his glasses often, only when he had to use the laptop for long periods of time, and the weight on his face felt strange and awkward. “Should I find a bigger bowl?”

“I don’t want to swim, I want to bathe.” Brock rolled his eyes disdainfully. Irritation coloured his voice as he remembered their previous attempts at this. “And I’m definitely not drowning because you’re not around to pull me out. That would be the worst fucking way to die.”

“That was one time.” Wincing at the accusation, Jack got up.

“One time too many,” he snorted.

Well, that was fair. Turning on the tap, Jack filled another glass with hot water, a finger under the spout to make sure the temperature wasn’t too hot. Last thing he needed was a hardboiled Brock. His skin was already starting to look a little red; he had never done well in the heat. Jack glanced at his housemate. A little man bathing in a teacup. It felt like something out of Alice in Wonderland, but after dealing with this for so long, the image had lost its surrealness.

If anything, it was rather cute. He’d have to sneak a shot later when Brock wasn’t paying attention.

“Here you go.” Jack gently tipped the water into the Brock’s teacup, watching as the water rose until it was at his shoulders. Raising the cup, he asked, “That to your taste?”

“Good enough.” Brock cracked his back as he stretched once more, water lipping the top of the cup but not going over fortunately. While it wasn’t really all that much water, Jack was getting tired of getting up and refilling the cup. Looking up at him, Brock smirked. “Like what you see? Too bad you can’t join me this time.”

Like Brock wasn’t the one sneaking into showers before. Jack flushed lightly as he returned to his chair, not able to think of a comeback. Or at least, a comeback that wouldn’t hurt. After all, Brock had always been attractive to him, had been from the moment they’d met. There was something rough and rugged about him and well, Jack was hopeless to firecrackers.

His mother had always warned him against playing with matches.

Even now, thinking of the times they spent together was enough to get him hot and bothered. Yet…there was nothing arousing about Brock at this size, where only his sexy grins and sly words were attractive. Looking at Brock’s naked body now, he could only think cute.

Brock masturbated all the time, even when he’d been normal-sized. His sex drive had always been over the top, and Jack could only keep up for so long. Jack had never felt the need, not while they were together, but he’d never had the bed empty for this long. He had never been by himself for this long. There were the post-mission sex and the during-mission sex and the ‘look-I-found-a-corner-and-fuck-Hydra’ sex. The bathroom sex and the bathing sex and the ‘I’m-bored’ sex. Brock’s muscular back underneath his hand, skin firm and warm. His lazy smirk as he stripped seductively. His gasping moans as he came.

Jack’s pants tightened at the memory, and damn, he never thought he’d get a boner just from thinking about someone. Never thought he’d miss his not-quite one-night stands this much.

But it was more than that, really—more than the sex, even if that seemed to be all Brock ever wanted out of their relationship. They’d write mission reports together and bitch about their orders and S.H.I.E.L.D. On a mission, Brock would look at him, just look at him, and Jack would know what he wanted before the words came out of his mouth.

They spent almost every day together now. Jack had never thought himself a romantic, but he felt lonelier than he had when they’d only sneak a few hours together.

#brock rumlow #hydra husbands #marvel #jack rollins #crossbones #fanfic

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mylittlemarston · 5 years

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Hello 🖤 may I ask you to write 52 John. freader or gnread it’s up to you.

OHMYGOD i enjoyed writing this so much. I imagined myself in the situation to help me write it, so I hope that helped make it descriptive!! Here it is!!

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warnings: none

FLUFF

word count: 2008

tags: @gangofgunslingers

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52 “I think I’m in love with you and that scares me half to death”

John Marston x Female Reader

You’ve been in the camp for about a year now, found by Arthur after you were thrown into a fight at the local saloon. He saw that you had potential, fighting for yourself pretty damn good. He brought you to their camp in Blackwater, and almost immediately the girls there became your friends. Ms. Grimshaw gave you a bit of a tour, introducing you to everyone. Everyone introduced themselves and started a conversation, but there was one person who didn’t—

John Marston.

“Mr. Marston, this is Y/N.” He looked up at you but quickly looked down to the ground, kicking the rocks underneath him and grumbling a quiet “Hey.” You could’ve sworn that you saw him blushing, but didn’t want to say anything else to him if he wasn’t ready to talk to you. Instead, Grimshaw took you to the next person to introduce you to.

There was something about him, whether it be his unique voice or the way he walked. Whatever it was, it caused butterflies to flourish in your stomach every time he talked to you or you got paired with him for a job. You knew he had a son and a girlfriend, but that didn’t stop your imagination from running wild. You often wondered at night what it would feel like with his arm wrapped around your waist when you walked somewhere or what it would feel like to run your fingers through his hair while he dozes off with his head laid in your lap as you read a book. What his lips would feel like against yours after he comes back from a dangerous job. You know these things won’t happen, but a girl can dream… right? You shake the thoughts away and standing up, stretching while you do. It’s a peaceful and pretty morning, sunny and breezy. You get dressed and head out of your tent, making your way to get a cup of coffee and sit by the warm campfire. You slowly sip the warm liquid and close your eyes, taking in the morning. You hear footsteps behind you and you open your eyes again. “Mornin’ Y/N.” It’s John. You two are friends and jokingly flirt when you need to at the saloon to prevent anything from happening to the other. John has gotten shit-face drunk and flirted for real, but you just shook it off-

maybe he thinks you’re Abigail or something.

John takes a seat next to you, drinking his own coffee as well. You smile and turn to him. “Good morning, John.” He smiles back at you and relaxes, closing his eyes. He scoots a little closer to you and rests his hand behind where your sitting, and you just dare him to move up to the small of your back. This moment of peace is ruined by the one and only—

“John Marston!” Abigail yells from their tent. She’s too far away to see where his hand is, but he very slowly and carefully moves it anyways. You drop your head down and look into your cup as she walks over. “Hey Abigail.” You say, her face turning into a scout as you greet her. “John, I think Jack is sick. Would you mind going into town and getting him some medicine?” A question she knew he wouldn’t refuse. He nods at her and looks back at you before walking away. She walks with him over to Old Boy, and you see them talking about something but can’t hear. John throws his hands up in the air and grabs the reins, leaving quickly. Abigail walks back over to you with her arms crossed and a frown. “Y/N. You stay away from him, you hear?!” she says jabbing her finger at the air pointing at you. You smile sweetly, giving a puzzled look at the same time. “What ever do you mean Ms-“ Neither of you can say anything more as Hosea calls your name. “Y/N, we’ve got a job for you.” You give her a smirk and walk away.

Hosea said that it was probably better if John was there with you when he went over the job. He told you that he could tell things were getting tense so he called you away from Abigail. John rides in three hours later, and with Abigail in their tent you make your way over to him. “Hey.” You say to him, watching as he hitches his horse and turning to you. “Hey.” He says. You look around and look back up at him before wrapping your arms around him. You feel him tense up, but god did he love the feeling of your arms around his torso. He wanted to lift you up off the ground and kiss you and hold you. Tell you that he’s there for you. But he didn’t. He can’t. After a few seconds you pull away, and you mumble a few flustered words. He chuckles and looks down at you. “She’s gorgeous.” is all he can think to himself as you fidget with your fingers red-faced. “We should probably go to Hosea. He has a job for us.” You tell him, turning away. He studies you, the way you walk with so much grace, the way your dress hugs you perfectly in all the right places. He sighs, catching up with you.

“You shouldn’t be gone for too long, maybe a day or so. Five days at the longest.” Hosea starts off. “Braithwate moonshine can be sold for a pretty penny, but you gotta play both sides. Gray and Braithwate. Now how you actually get the shine is up to you. Now, there’s also some business that can be done with Seamus involving some stagecoaches and horses. Figured you two would be the best at acting and lying. Think you can do it?” John nodded his head. “Definitely.” You said, almost eager considering you get to spend time with John. “Very well then. You leave tomorrow.” Hosea finished with a smile. You walked away with John and started playfully teasing like you normally do. He studied you again, this time focusing on your smile and how your hair fell loosely behind your shoulder as you threw your head back in laughter. His cheeks darkened to a shade of pink again, but he quickly turned away with his hat’s shadow covering his face. You notice and giggle at the gesture. “We should get some rest. It’s late.” You suggest, and John doesn’t argue with that statement. “You’re right. Goodnight Y/N. I’ll see you in the mornin’.” You wave goodbye and walk to your tent. You hear Abigail yelling at him as you zip the flaps and change into your chemise nightgown and lay on your bedroll. You ponder for a moment, imagining how the job will go. Then you smile and feel your cheeks get hot as you think about John again. You thought about the hug you gave him and how warm he felt. You fell asleep, your imagination running wild as you dreamt.

As you slowly sit up and rub the sleep from your eyes, you notice a shadow outside your tent. You got up and unzipped the flaps, greeted by John with a cup of coffee for you. “Mornin’ girlie.” He says with a bright smile that warms your heart. You step out into the grass, wet with rain and dew. “Mornin’.” You say giving him a smile of your own, taking the cup of coffee with a thank you and taking a sip. “When should we head for this job?” He asks you suddenly. You almost didn’t even hear him as you were spacing out. “After I wake up a bit more I’ll be ready to go. just gotta change before I do.” He nods, taking another sip of his coffee.

It’s about 11 am now, and you had just finished putting your weapons on your horse, stroking his mane afterwards. “Alright. We ready to go?” John asks you after packing his weapons as well. “Yep. Let’s go!” You say, jumping onto your horse and praising him quietly and gently. John gets on his horse and leads the way, you following suit and riding side-by-side. You’ll never get used to the view of the mountains and the town from a high advantage point, taking in the fresh air and scenery. “So uh,” you start, coming out of your moment of relaxation. “what the hell was Abigail beratin’ you for last night? She seemed pretty pissed.” John scoffs. “She was. Told me to stay away from you, spend more time with a kid that probably ain’t even mine, ya know.” You nod, wondering how she can be so cruel to a man so perfect. “Well, no offense, but that girl don’t deserve you if she don’t see how great you are. You got that? Forget about what she says. We ain’t gotta be back at camp for a while. Let’s just have some fun.” He smiles and chuckles. 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺? he wonders to himself. He can’t help but notice your horse starting to pick up speed, and he starts to pick up speed as well. “Race ya!” You yell back at him, who is already a good distance behind. “Ha! Yeah right!” He yells back, both of you laughing.

Either he let you win, or he really tried and lost

You make it to the Braithwate mansion and get that job over with. You two ended up having fun, giving it away at the local saloon for free, pouring drinks like your lives depended on it. You walk out the saloon laughing with your arms linked. He turns to you and gives a loving gaze, before reaching for your waist to pull you in for a kiss, but halts when he realizes how wrong it is. He clears his throat and looks away awkwardly. The only sounds are yelling from inside the saloon, crickets chirping, and the wind blowing followed by the rustling of trees. You close your eyes as you let the wind sweep you away, feeling calm and at ease. “Sorry, judy wanted to take in the stars.” You say, turning back to him. “S’okay.” He says, head down and avoiding eye contact. You get on your horses and ride back to the mansion.

“Thanks for the job, Mrs. Braithwate.” You tell her, walking away. John already booked rooms at the hotel, so all you had to do was check in. The ride there was silent, and when you pulled up to the hotel there wasn’t anything but a desolate street. It was calming. John cleared his throat, and you could tell something was wrong. He tries to walk into the building, but you grab his wrist making him turn to you. “Hey, what’s goin’ on? We were having fun… What changed?” You ask him with genuine concern in your voice. He fidgets after you let his wrist go and slowly raising his head to look at you, he clears his throat. “Y/N, I uh… I-I think… 𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗜 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗳 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵.” You’re shocked by his words, but a good kind of shocked. He looks away again. “I knew you didn’t feel the same. I shoulda known… I don’t deserve you.” You tear up a bit, cringing at the painful words he says about himself. You go to say something, but instead lean up and kiss him deeply, letting you know you feel the same way. He puts his hands on your waist and pulls you closer to him, deepening the kiss even more. It’s passionate and romantic, with the spring breeze blowing your hair gently and the leaves rattling. You both pull away very slowly. “I think I love you too.” You tell him smiling. He smiles back at you, and he kisses you again.

#john marston x female reader #fluff #fic #writing #red dead redemption 2 #red dead fic #fanfic #arthur morgan x reader #post #mylittlemarston #gangofgunslingers

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johntheirritatedgunslinger · 4 years

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Canon verse: ( I don’t feel like he has as many things to make him happy in compared to Modern AU?) “ I’m a pretty simple man. Get me a good filling dinner. I’m a meat and potatoes type of guy. Maybe some pie. I like that. We don’t have it very often. If Jack chooses to do something with me, that’s always a pleasant surprise. Playing with my daughter, walking Rufus, yelling at Uncle. I need my alone time so I’ll sometimes give one of my horses a workout. I like seeing the open prairie. It’s peaceful. I l have shed where I can work on metalwork or woodwork. I like fixing stuff. It’s me doing something right.

Modern Au: “ I like my days off work. I don’t hate it - don’t get me wrong. People are entitled and judgemental. I love riding my bike, fixing up abandoned cars. I love sleeping in with Abigal wrapped around me. Maybe some fun times before the kids wake up. “ He said with a wink. “Everyone makes fun of me, but I like Mountain Dew, pizza, Cheerwine, Cheetos, and Doritos. Yes. I know. I eat like a broke college kid. “Home Depot and Lowe’s are my chill spots. Watching movies with everyone is nice, too. I know. Boring stuff.”

#john marston #rdr 2 #modern au #Anonymous

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mattkenzie · 5 years

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So this year I was listening to some music the other day (I bought some CDs as I like to have something that I can physically hold) so I’m usually the guy who listens to rock and metal... But recently I’ve been listening to something that I don’t usually listen to “Dun dun DUN!” Musicals! So anyway I was listening to Say My Name (from Beetlejuice) on YouTube it does seem different from the old musical I disliked as a kid.

So anyway I was exposed to a musical Be More Chill (Two Rivers Theatre) and I loved how the music is so lively and upbeat. I enjoyed the humour (it’s pretty much my cup of Mountain Dew) but sadly due to this stupid law about distributing goods which contains a high amount of caffeine from the States we have to have our own “watered down” version of Mountain Dew without that crazy yellow colour and citrusy flavour that packs a punch (like explosive, but not sharp like 7up)... But I can make a mean UK variant of a “Mountain Dew Code Red” clone!). “Yes Squip... you love Lemon 🍋 but you hate Cherry 🍒”

My Fan Theory: So I thought I’d go straight to the plot point and talk about the plot device, the Super Quantum Unit Intel Prossessor (a.k.a S.Q.U.I.P) and why they originated from Japan. So I was watching this video from Gaijin Goomba a long time ago where he talked about his life living in Japanese society and since living there for a long time (as an english teacher). Gaijin Goomba was talking about this video MeMeMe (I won’t show as it’s NSFW) which has hit him home really hard with depression, so there were times he hid himself from his room where he is surrounded by his Manga and Anime. Now this is condition that is quite common in Japanese culture and the person who choose to live in recluse shutting themselves off from the world to become modern day hermits, known as a ‘Hikikomori’.

A Hikikomori is a person who shut themselves away from society by secluding themselves in their room and living off their parents and confine themselves to their rooms ignoring the world passing by them (this is considered shameful in Japanese society and the parents would keep their hikiomori son/daughter a secret from their friends, family and co-workers), so the hikikomori is surrounded by their love of video games, manga, anime, figurines, hentai... etc, all because that in their country Japan is a hyper competitive society. I know that in western society, we tend to joke about “the 40-something year olds who lives with their mother.”

Jeremy: You look like Keanu Reeves!

Sqiup: That is my default setting, I can be who you want to be, Jeremy. I can also be Sean Connery, Jack Nickleson or even a sexy anime female... tee hee hee.

Notice that the Squip quoted an ‘sexy anime female’ as one of it’s interface options so in my theory, I believe that Squips are pretty much aimed towards those who have high anxiety issues, little to no ambition or direction in their lives... Squips are aimed towards the hikikomori, so the Squip’s primary objective is to give the recluse subject an ‘incentive’ to leave their parents house or apartment by first becoming what they love the most... to become the subjects favourite fictional characters in a video game, tv show, cartoon or their favourite actors by becoming buddy-buddy with their subject by helping the hikikomori by not making the subject ‘cool’ but instead ‘independent’ by giving them basic life skills like cooking and go shopping. (Because in reality, their is a brother/sister program is the cheap and humane approach to get the hikikomori to come out of their rooms, get out of the house, get a stable job and become a reforming member of society.)

Starting with Be More Chill (Part 1) and pay attention to the lyrics.

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Squip: (Song: Be More Chill, Verse 1) All your nerdiness is ugly.

Squip: (Part 1: Chorus) Oh everything about you is so terrible, whoa, everything about you makes me want to die.

We see that the Squip addressed Jeremy’s posture which is a start because posture is everything, next the Squip made an observation that Jeremy’s ‘nerdiness is ugly’ (like any typical Dad telling you stop being a kid, grow up, be an adult.) But put it in the perspective of a hikimomori, if the Squip did not once talked about the dangers of consumerism (though he should have) it wanted us to figure that one out on our own (as humans, we don’t) until later in the song in the second chorus and part 2.

In the first chorus the Squip is pleading to Jeremy that he needs ‘to live’ as a person (still no context) because the Squip wanted to say “I want to be your personal assistant, If you don’t live, I’ll have no purpose and I am giving you purpose in life, please don’t go down this path you’ll be no better than a hikikomori and I can’t live without you... I’m begging you!”

The second verse The Squip would request the subject to simply get a job (without using the words get a job) so it subtly told Jeremy to ‘buy a shirt’ because beyond school and college ‘the real world’ is competitive even in the Squip’s place of origin, Japan.

So in another chorus the Squip made a rebuttal that if Jeremy kept on living like a ‘nerd’ and a ‘slob’ the worst case scenario is that the childish things like anime and manga will become something more drastic... having hentai and porno magazines so the general public’s perception of you would be shameful and label you as a disgusting pervert ‘Everything about you [your lifestyle] sucks, you are such a slob’ (Yep, like the same traits Hikikomori that you didn’t gave us the heads up about the dangers of consumerism, Squip!) The Squip would go as far as literally going to the extremes of using ‘shock tactics’ to scare their hikikomori into looking at their lifestyle choices.

Now pay attention to the opening to Be More Chill (Part 2)

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Squip: Now Repeat after me, oh everything about me is so terrible.

Jeremy: Everything about me is so terrible.

Squip: Good, Whoa, everything about you make me makes me want to die.

Jeremy: Everything about me makes me want to die.

Although the Squip didn’t mention (in detail) about the hikikomori lifestle, it went with the direct approach. “If you continue to like the life as a hikikomori, YOU WILL DIE ALONE because you are not living!”

But what happens if the subject chooses not comply with the Squip and rebel? Well the answer is simple, shocking the subject and gradually optic cloaking their parents to make the hikikomori think that their parents couldn’t put up with their anti-social behaviour anymore so the subject would believe that their folks gave up, packed up and moved. (Yep, the hikikomori could have the tendency to become violent so the Squip is protecting the subject’s parents so they won’t get hurt) and if the Squip fails to protect the subject’s parents, it would call the police.

My third case is controversial use for Squips and that is used on teenagers who have a cognitive behavioural disorder known as Chunnibyou this is known as Eigth-Grader Syndrome who consider themselves to be special (the chosen one, a hero, wizard, demon lord, angel, alien or a beast-kin) like symptoms and want these teenagers who refuse to let go of childish fantasies so the Squip tells the chouniibyou to grow up, stop believing that you are some sort of anomaly, you aren’t going to save or destroy the world because you know that deep down you are merely a human, you are a teenager who is slowly becoming an adult so act like one become members of society.

Final Synopsis:

It’s kind of a shame that a Squip doesn’t understand the concept of having a hobby but when you are an adult, society dictates that you have to let go of childish things because if you guys/gals and non-binary pals ever played Super Smash Bros. Brawl where you face Taboo in Subspace Emissary. You see, taboo is the final boss and in the dictionary it’s means:-

A social or religious custom that is prohibiting or restraining a particular practice or forbidding association with a particular person, place or thing.

Because society tells us that “as adults we are too old to be watching cartoons, play with dolls/action figures... etc” so because the Squip originated from Japan maybe it’s mentality is similar to having a work/business ethnic. (They have a different language when at work so if you are not speaking “business formally” you could get fired!)

To me I am an adult and their is a fine line between responsibility and freedom because there are times where responsibility demands sacrifice (I am a former Magic The Gathering player, yes, I may suck at the game but I love the art) but Magic The Gathering cards aren’t going to put bread on the table, my graphic novels aren’t going to heat up my house and I also need electricity to play my video games. There are times when a brand NEW book will arrives in a month but deep down I can’t afford so I have to put a few books back on it’s shelf and buy them next time.

If a Squip was in the US (or in my case the UK) mental health is important so I would feel sorry for the Squip to not understand how great it is to have things to be passionate about. Yes, being organised is one thing I know I have bills to pay, clothing on my back and food in the fridge but it’s OK to let my hair down and let off some steam once in a while and be spontaneous have some fun.

#be more chill #squip #bmc squip

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