#im lazy and couldn't think of 5 things

[smellyratboy]

Culture Shock (3 times Italy shocks Will Graham, +1 he shocks Italy)

1. While Will has been to Florence in the past, his time there was brief and...rather traumatic. Between being thrown off of a train, shot, drugged, and kidnapped, he didn't remember the small details of Italian bathrooms. Anyways, that was years ago at this point. He is just excited to be in a beautiful country and able to enjoy it this time. After arriving at the apartment Hannibal had rented under a false name, Will is in desperate need to freshen up in the bathroom. Upon opening the door, he is greeted with what one would usually expect to find in a bathroom. A shower, sink, toilet, and ... a second, smaller toilet?

"Hannibal," Will calls out into the hallway. "Yes, Will?" Hannibal replies, now standing in the doorway. "What's that?" he asks, pointing to the strange porcelain bowl. "Have you never seen a bidet before?" "That's not a bidet," Will argues. "Bidets are those hose things attached to toilets, right?" "You are thinking of Japanese style bidets, much more common in America. I have always personally preferred the European style." "But what is it for?" Will says while looking sceptically at the bidet. "Washing genitals, feet, even small infants on occasion. I had one installed in my master bathroom, though I doubt you remember." Will comes to love the bidet, and wonders how he ever lived life without it.

2. Italian grocery stores are nothing like the ones in America. Freshly baked bread, meats and cheese prepared right in front of you. Fresh fruit. Will loves it. He and Hannibal are in line for the cheese counter, looking to pick up something for dinner. Will is abandoned, however, as Hannibal has sniffed out a fresh batch of ciabatta being put out. "Ottanta?" the man behind the counter yells. Will looks at the paper ticket in his hand. 80. Must be me, shit. Will tries to conjure up the merger Italian he knows to order the cheese Hannibal wants. "Uh, si. Posso...posso pecorina, per fevore." The man laughs. "Americano?" he scoffs. Will doesn't have time to respond before the man starts fiddling with a machine which grates the cheese. Will is so confused by the interaction that he doesn't even register how much it costs, he simply pays and walks away in search of Hannibal. Once back at home, Hannibal thanks Will for getting the cheese. "I apologise for leaving you, but I see you were able to fend for yourself." "It's no problem. I think it's best that you weren't there. When I ordered the guy laughed at me for being American. Can you believe it?" "What did you say when you ordered?" "I just asked for the pecorina, I guess my accent gave it away but— what is so funny?!" Will pauses his story because Hannibal, a man who never lets out more that a light hearted chortle, is laughing so hard that he is snorting. Once his laughter dies down, he asks, "This is very important, Will. Did you actually say 'pecorina'?" "Yes..?" "I suggest you find out what that means, darling." Will curses and vows to never step foot in that grocery store again.

3. "Geez, it's like a ghost town out there," Will exclaims. He has just come back from an early afternoon walk in order to digest his lunch. Whenever he goes on walks in the morning or evening, the streets are packed, shops are open, and the roads are busy. But today, he decided to set the most of the sun and take his walk just after one. And everything was empty. Windows were shuttered, and the only people Will saw were those on their balconies having a cigarette. Hannibal looks at him confused. "What did you expect? It isn't even two yet." "What do you mean? The sun's shining, why isn't everyone outside?" "I believe that your upbringing in the South has skewed your perception of heat," Hannibal remarks. "This time of day is far too hot to do anything productive, so many stay inside and have a short nap. You haven't noticed?" "No, I guess not." Over the course of the next few days, Will tries to get into the habit of napping in the afternoon, but as soon as he starts to relax, he gets the feeling that he's being unproductive. He should be up and about, not lying in bed when the sun's still up. Even Hannibal, whom Will has never even seen yawn, is fast asleep by three in the afternoon. "Couldn't sleep?" Hannibal asks as he emerges from the bedroom, his hair adorably mussed up. "No. It just doesn't feel right. Plus, I probably wouldn’t be able to sleep at night if I did go for a nap, so I think it's for the best." It isn't until a few nights later, when Will is too tired to sleep with Hannibal, that he decides a nap in the day is worth being more awake at night.

+1. The waitress had just placed a pot of parmesan on the table. Hannibal orders another glass of wine while Will immediately sprinkles some cheese on his clam linguine. The waitress and Hannibal pause their conversation and both stare directly at Will. "Oh, uhm, nothing for me, thanks." The waitress then glances at Hannibal, who mutters something in Italian that Will doesn't understand, but he hears the word Americano thrown in. The waitress nods knowingly then walks away. "What was that about?" Will asks. "Will, my beloved, you have just ruined a perfectly good plate of pasta." "Because I don't want wine with it?" "No, because," Hannibal leans in to whisper, "because you added cheese to it." His eyes dart around. "If you eat fast enough, perhaps no one will notices." "No." "No?" "No, Hannibal. I am tired of pretending that being an outsider is bad thing. I am going to out parmesan on my pasta and enjoy it." Will ignores the dirty looks and scoffs. He doesn't care. At least he didn't ask for a cappuccino with dinner.

[urstruly-ghst]

girl, get up ! - riddle, leona, vil, silver

in which u suck at phys ed and they're trying to help you out

requested ask !

author's note: i am not physically fit as i like, but dw!! we all have our moments 😌 now get up and be that slay queen (or start low impact exercises for now!)

riddle rosehearts

riddle rosehearts is a well rounded individual, he was raised in a household were meals calculated and regimes strictly adhered. if you think riddle is strict with his exercising, you would be surprised. riddle was someone who was not the most adept to exercising, and understands you wanting to take it at your pace. but don't think you're getting away with it.

fret not! riddle takes things slow, and in accordance with the rules of the queen of hearts, taking note of your weaknesses and strengths. he even rewards you at the end, each small victory was worth a party.

if your goal was to hit 5 pushups or rounds of burpees, he'd set it to 10. harsh, however, he claims if you settle for less you get less. riddle wants you to aim high (and he would even join in on your physical journey!)

"i think im gonna be sick" you yelp and try to not pass out at your 4th day of attempting to do sets of squats and this exercise.

"you're doing fine, rose." riddle said smiling before observing your notions. despite your protests, you did well. your initial goal of just 5 laps around the oval became 6! it was a small improvement, but you managed to do it.

"after this, we can relax and enjoy some new tarts trey baked." riddle smile warmly as he jogged next to you, noticing you brighten up

leona kingscholar

leona laughed at you first. born with athletic capabilities, he couldn't believe you can't do a simple push up or run down at least 5 laps. however, he wasn't one to keep someone down, leona wants a fair fight.

it starts off simple, leona would observe you and see it as you not pushing yourself. leona would be behind you, motivating you (odd to see him out of bed), making sure you're in the right position and actually getting your goal. you need 30 push ups for vargas? you're doing those 30 push ups... with his help.

lends a lot of his time or some trainer to help you. though, don't expect he'd be doing this often, he still likes his nap times you know? you can do exercises after the nap!

"mmh. herbivore. you're quite close to running more than yesterday" leona mumbled walking beside you as you jogged. his long strides make your jog a walk for him. he admired you before patting your head

"yeah because you literally pushed me!" you retort but he smiled and followed you to the end of the track, marking your newfound success: running 500 meters!

"good job, herbivore... now let's go rest, you ended exactly on my nap time."

vil schoenheit

vil wasn't going to make you be a lazy potato. he can see the potential and determination from you. he is the most hands-on out of all, he tracks it closely and adheres everything to his own personal trainer.

each move you both do comes from professional advise and vil does the same exercises as you (although with bit more intensity on his end). the meals afterwards were also a highlight. vil prepared the after meals himself, go on, eat up!

he's more strict. vil won't take no willy nilly answer, and he won't allow slip ups. vil is a very determined person, once he sees a diamond that needs polishing, he'll handcraft it with time and effort. vil showers each progress you've done with praise and small personal victories he records and keeps hidden for him to admire.

"ah, my dear, look at that. another stellar news, you've managed to hit the goal in record time." vil rejoices as you both finished the prescribed exercises from his trainer. you beamed and smiled proudly

"all thanks to you, vil!" you praise him but he smiled and shakes his head.

"no, all you, dear. you pushed your limits and got us both here."

silver

silver is a trained knight, he was no stranger to the regime of ruthless training. however, he does know that reaching goals is hard. he had his fair share of failures of reaching certain goals with his habit of sleeping. though, silver is still strict and maintains that if you want to be active, push through it

he would share his regime at a lighter level and even trains you himself, silver guides you gently and even makes you disregard your goal so he ensures you're not in a hurry and get hurt. though, that was because his regime had quite some brutal exercises.

and sometimes, he'd pull in sebek or lilia for some regime tweaking so he can sneak more time to help you be more active. though it was difficult sometimes, silver can't help but feel sleepy sometimes when he trains you...

"okay, your footing isn't that great. it lacks some..." silver yawned as he gracefully guides you into holding a baton firmly. you were sweating as the faux fighting with the baton proved to be more difficult. it was awesome though, you get to see him wield such grace!

"silver, we need a break" you huff tired. silver smiled before shaking his head, even if he was sleepy, he wasn't allowing you be trained half-assed.

"nope. now, parry"

[girlthatgotawaysdiary]

study tips: how to get a 4.00 GPA 🩰

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All throughout last year I've gotten perfect grades on my report cards and many of my friends have asked how I've done it and i seriously had no idea until recently when I started to take notice of my new ways of studying... and today ive decided to put all my findings on this post...so here we goo...💋

#1 finish ur homework the second u get it:

I cannot stress this enough HOMEWORK IS IMPORTANT! idc if you’re too lazy or busy studying for exams, homework is almost half of your grade, doing it the second you get it is the best way to eliminate the stress and procrastination you get when trying to tackle an assignment.

#2 be nice to teachers:

ultimately teachers are the ones deciding your fate, so being a teacher's pet isn't always a bad thing. you don't have to absolutely love them, but giving them respect while speaking, trying to connect with and get to know them, and even just thanking them after class would take you a long way. 

#3 pay attention in class:

ive heard this a million times and as a girly with undiagnosed adhd it is so hard for me to focus during class, but one thing I found helpful is sitting in front of the class. this was important because the teacher was literally in my face so I couldn't zone out. a thing that also helped me is 24/7 taking notes or highlighting passages.

#4 start caring: 

in middle school, i literally did not care about school whatsoever(and im sure most of u as well) and that was because i didn't have any severe consequences. my parents may get mad at me and i may feel disappointed in myself, but there was no long-term consequences. so when i started high school.

i had to start caring because high school grades are all that matters to universities. it was also because i knew i had a dream and wanted to achieve it, and the only way to do so was to fake being a good student till i actually became one.

something that also stops you from caring about school, is u caring about other people or what they think of u, whether it be positively or negatively. thinking about others will take up most of your brain capacity very quickly, which would result in u being distracted and not caring about ur schoolwork.

#5 surrond urrself with people who actually want to improve themselves:

this is SO important! surrounding urself with negative people who don't care about education can greatly affect you(e.g. making u late to class) making friends with people who show up to class on time, get their work done fast, and respect others is a pathway to getting good grades. i believe that the most people you spend time with reflect on who you are, and don't let those people be negative.

*now these tips won't guarantee you getting immediate straight A's, but applying them to your school life will definitely improve it.

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[daenysx]

more remus lupin PLEASE remus lupin anything im so desperate

-send me drabble requests!

remus lupin x fem!reader, fluff

Your throat feels sore when you wake up, like you haven't had a proper drink for days.

You don't see Remus anywhere and a small wave of disappointment shakes you. He was right here when you close your eyes. He was rubbing your back with a big hand and urging you to take a nice nap. Sleep deprivation is a funny thing, you never know how much you need a good rest until your body gives you signals.

You remember Remus convincing you to get some rest, it should be a few hours ago, the sky looks grey now. The clock shows 5 o'clock, almost dinner time. Shaking the fluffy blanket off yourself, you decide to go to kitchen. A cold glass of water is a dream, and maybe some coffee. You don't really care about what to have for dinner tonight, Remus probably planned it before.

The apartment is quiet, but you hear the water running in the bathroom. He's taking a shower. You smile, poor boy, he couldn't take one as soon as he got home today because you insisted him to stay with you in bed. Remus likes quick showers and getting comfy with a clean body.

You drink two glasses of cool water, it's a delight. Rubbing your eyes with lazy fingers, you relax. Sleep still lingers. You think a cup of iced coffee sounds lovely.

"Oh, hey," Remus sees you as he walks out of the bathroom. Wonders of living in a small flat. "Hi, dove."

He smells perfect, his hair still wet and a towel wrapped around his waist. He leans in your space to give you a kiss, his cheek is soft under your lips. Freshly shaven, and he didn't neglect using his moisturizer this time.

"Forgot my clothes in the room," he says. "You're making coffee?"

You nod, urging him for another kiss. He puts his hands on the counter to keep you steady on your feet, you touch his neck with kind fingers as they stroke the blushing skin. Remus adjusts his face to get a good kiss, you're glad to give him what he wants.

"I have to get dressed," he whispers. "I think it's getting cold in here."

"Please don't catch a cold," you tell him. "No matter how much I like seeing you like this, you catching a cold is a terrible scenario."

He agrees and walks towards bedroom like a responsible adult. Sometimes you think you can't love him more, and then he does something so sweet, you're at loss for words. The most mundane things become the actions of admiration in Remus' hands, you can only stand there and watch.

You take your coffee with you and leave for bedroom. Remus sits on the bed with a hairbrush in his hand and a clean towel next to his thighs. He's got his sweatpants on, the ones he only wears when he's too tired. His bare chest begs to be kissed and you're certain that's why he didn't wear anything else.

"Let me help," you offer, his body snuggling against your body as you get on your knees on bed. You kiss his shoulder once, he exposes his neck immediately. Your lips follow a line on his skin before you get the towel in your hand and dry up his hair.

Hairbrush is a new favorite for Remus. He used to use his fingers for that, even making fun of Sirius for using too many products, because his hair gets shiny and looks properly styled after they dry without him doing anything extra. He loves this routine, though. You always offer helping, using the brush kindly to fix unruly strands and giving him a neck massage when you're done. Your fingers are faint on his hair, he can barely feel them, but the brush does its job.

Remus is sure he'll fall asleep if you keep playing with him like this, your fingertips are pressing on his neck and the tight spots are too obvious to miss. You apply some more pressure, he makes a pretty sound. A soft clicking noise leaves his neck as he tilts his head back to see you. You're smiling.

"Can I take a sip from your coffee?" he asks, "I don't wanna fall asleep before dinner."

"Sure, baby." you say. Remus thinks he can write a few things about how much he loves being called baby.

The sun is hiding behind the clouds somewhere, and he takes a sip of your coffee. You put the brush aside and take a sip yourself. Two pairs of tired eyes, you watch him turn to you and get you in his arms. Your lips find each other, no rush in the kiss. You like when you don't need to count minutes into something. When you can be free and let your mind get some rest, when the only thing you need to think of is how much you wanna kiss your boyfriend.

[evilyodastwistedworldofevilness]

So you guys ever heard of Will Wood? Yeah me neither.

It was a whole new sound and now it's in Lego form! I finally made another Lego Will Wood set after a year and 5 days! This probably took like a few weeks to make however i am a professional procrastinator so whoops!

More photos and a whole lot of text under the funny line!

Wow look at those guys go! I had a lot of fun designing this though unfortunately i don't really think this set could exist in the real world without some real major changes like most of these parts just straight up exist (no brick modified 1x2 with masonry profile in very light gray!?! what ever shall we do!?) however Studio 2.0 does a button that converts most of the non-existent pieces into real pieces

and it allows you to see how much the set would cost and let me tell you this thing would cost a pretty penny at $1095 dollars and 74 cents. Yowzers that's def a lot of money. My guess is that the minifigures are mostly responsible the huge price. (41 dollars for some olive green pants with black boots!?) Also the fact this set is made up with about 2987 pieces. That also might be partly why.

Anyway here's some more stuff

You can see the top two images as tiny photos in the Better than the Alternative room. Originally the third image would also be included but I thought that one brick with the screaming old man was really funny so Normal Will got left behind. Originally the therapy scene from the Love Me Normally music video would've been part of the main build but I couldn't really find a good spot to put it in so it was scrapped.

i dont remember why Memento Mori Will is sideways. I know it was an intentional choice.

I could only find one version of the night mic logo so I decided to recreate it but really quickly i decided to put my own spin on it instead of trying to make an accurate version. Since it's Lego and stuff I tried censoring it a bit but y'know uhhhh

yeah

I also had the idea to include the documentary crew from the Real Will Wood movie but I had the idea like realllyyyy late so I didn't really have a spot for them so I just opted to include Chris Dunne on the Love me normally section

actually typing this out i probably could've included them in like the hallway on the first floor but oh well

okay heres the characters okay im too lazy to write anymore ok buh byeeee

next post will have some wip photos n stufffffff ok weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

[pinkaditty]

pink ur latest haku fic!!!!!! god perv haku who indulges himself is SO GOOD ive read it at least five times now soaking in every single detail you left in & tossing myself into the sun!!!!!! thank u for the food 🙏🏻🙏🏻

reading it 5 times over, soaking up all the details, and proceeding 2 yeet urself in2 the sun bc of my fic is quite literally one of the most memorable compliments ive received i think. thank you.

i want u 2 know that reading ur tags MADE MY DAY!!!!!!!! huge thank u 2 u 4 noticing the bit about the callus!!!!!!!!!! the way i did actual research on where calluses would appear on your hands after using the flute 4 so long... apparently they mostly appear on your pointer or thumb. however, i considered that haku's left handed and has probably been practicing since he was a kid. i assumed he didn't know how to hold it at first, so i wouldn't be surprised if there were still some rough parts on his left fingertips from holding it incorrectly.

anyway ur tags and this ask have pleased me so much ive decided 2 write a blurb from haku's pov this won't be long at all BUT i hope u enjoy regardless.

Victim (Haku's POV blurb; NOT part 2)

came 2 me on a whim everybody enjoy im too lazy 2 make this official. MINORS DNI!!!!!!!!!

The moment you close the door to the bathroom, Haku's already on his feet, moving towards the door.

He tries to control his breathing as he leans against the door, brushing his fingers over the doorknob as he listens for running water. He bites his lip as his dick twitches in his pants for the nth time that day, trying to keep up his composure.

Following you inside and not resisting your insistence was a bad idea. He'd known that once the door closed behind him. The door sounded like an ominous thud, and he couldn't help but feel as though he'd fallen into a trap of sorts, even if it was one you'd unwittingly set for him. He assumed it was unwitting, at least. Your flustered reactions and casual behavior gave him the impression that you were none the wiser to his deeper desires. He couldn't let you suspect his desires any more than you already had without risking being found out. Now that he's got it, he'd do anything to keep that "favorite ghoul" status. The things you'd let him get away with, as your favorite, opened up a world of possibilities, especially pertaining to you.

If only you had any idea how viscerally he'd craved you. How he longed to drag his tongue across the back of your neck, replacing the memory of a lavender curse with the sticky, inescapable feeling of being wanted. How he longed to trace the outline of your body and sink his fingers into your plush skin, mapping every external inch of you with his hands. How he longed to sink his cock inside of you, carefully stimulating you with each stroke, promising each time he bruised your insides that he would give you time. More time to enjoy life, more time to make memories, more time to spend with him.

He would crack that curse, but until then, he wanted to indulge himself in you as much as possible. Learning about you could help, or at least, that was the excuse he used to help justify his behavior. He doesn't know what started it, but he knows that a small interest and desire to help you feel comfortable transformed all too quickly into an obsessive love. He couldn't help but envy all the time you would spend with other ghouls, especially ones who were too friendly and flirty like he was. Rui was already a potential rival, having been cursed and being able to relate to you in ways Haku found himself lacking. On one hand, he wanted to find more excuses to spend time with you, but on the other hand, he's pulled around this campus quite frequently under the guise of "favors" and doesn't want to make you uncomfortable in case he does something questionable. He was a pervert, and he knew that. He was regrettably unhinged, and he knew that, too. Being alone with you was a risk in and of itself. But he'd be damned if he didn't take advantage of it, at least a little. Curse the lustful nature of the demon he'd made a pact with and soon devoured. It was like he just couldn't stop.

The sound of rushing water shook him from his daze. You'd finally started your shower. He rests his hand fully on the doorknob, waiting for a sign that you'd stepped under the water. When he hears the curtain pull back, and no other noise, he almost rejoices internally. If the curtain was open, like he assumed, he'd have a full, unobstructed view of you, in all your glory.

He uses one hand to carefully turn the doorknob, ensuring it doesn't creak and alert you of his presence. His other hand snakes down his body, undoing his belt and pulling his cock out. This was risky, and probably way over the line, but he was far too emboldened by his new title as "favorite ghoul" to even care. He cracks the door open, sighs in relief when it doesn't creak, and peeks inside, already stroking himself out of anticipation.

There you are, flinching underneath the cold water of the shower, rubbing your hands along your arms. He was already salivating at the thought of your naked body, but seeing it is an entirely different beast. He muffles his heavy breathing by biting down on his lip again, moving his hand faster over his aching cock. He wishes he could step inside and join you, finally yielding to the truth behind the jokes he makes all the time. How he'd touch you, how he'd caress you, how he'd let his hands travel all over with wild abandon, stimulating any soft and sensitive points he could find. He imagines leaving bruises on your neck from harsh sucking, a way to let everyone know that you had a favorite. He swallows his gathering saliva, trying to get ahold of his senses, but it was hardly any use. His cock jumps in his hand as he strokes himself faster, letting his mind run wild with imagination. All the things he could do with you, for you, to you... They swim in his head like taunting treasures, an opportunity that was so close, yet still so far away. He watches as you begin to bathe, finally under warm water again. God, if he could, he'd happily clean every inch of you with his tongue. If only you'd let him. His yearning must have reached enormous depths to think something of that caliber and not recoil at his own yearning, but he didn't care. If anything, the thought of exploring your body with his tongue riles him up further. He sinks his teeth further into his bottom lip, turning them a cherry red. His toes curl in his shoes and his vision starts to swim. He's getting close. His grip on the doorknob strengthens, using it as a shallow attempt to ground himself. He strokes himself quicker, clenching his jaw. His eyes are still on you as you bathe, blissfully unaware of his invasion of your privacy. It's when you turn towards the door again, unknowingly giving him another perfect glance of you in your purest form, that he finally bursts. He doesn't stop stroking, riding it out, his eyes rolling into the back of his skull. His body jerks forward repeatedly, and he leans into the door to keep himself from falling, steadily gazing at you.

He hardly has time to register that he's just left a puddle of a mess on your bathroom floor when you glance towards the door, making eye contact with him for a split second. He closes the door quicker than he thought possible, panic spreading through his veins. His heartbeat is loud in his ears, louder than the pattering rain or the rushing water from the bathroom. Shit. This could be a fatal mistake if you'd at all registered what he'd done. He lets go of the doorknob and stuffs himself back in his pants, trying to appear as innocent as one could be in a situation such as this. When he hears no further noise except the water running and indications you'd gone back to bathing, he sighs with relief. Maybe you hadn't noticed. He carefully slinks away from the door, hoping you won't hear his footsteps.

Now that he has the room to himself, it's tempting to touch everything in sight with the hand he just jacked off with as a means of remotely laying claim. Unfortunately, he has a separate mission. He does, however, let his palm trail against your pillows, if only for a moment.

As he does, he slowly walks over to the far corner of your bed, spotting the hamper full of clothes you'd tucked away in a panic earlier. His tongue flicks against his lips absentmindedly, and he approaches the basket, quietly rifling through your clothes with slight urgency. He finds the freshest pair of panties he can, and without any hesitation, presses them to his face, inhaling deeply. When he exhales, a low groan follows. The blood would be rushing straight to his dick if he hadn't just spent it while peeping at you in the shower.

He finds the gusset of your panties and presses his tongue against it, lapping up the remnants of your essence. He chews at the fabric between his teeth, trying to draw out any flavor that had seeped into the fabric. He's broken out of his stupor when the running water stops, indicating that you stepped out of the shower. He jumps, shoving the pair he has into his pockets. He grabs a few other inconspicuous pairs before quickly and quietly dashing to the other side of the room. He picks up his blazer and hurriedly puts it on as though getting ready to leave when he hears the bathroom door open. He looks over, internally sighing with relief. When he notices you staring a bit too hard at the floor where he'd left a mess, he calls out to you.

"Hey," he starts, adjusting his blazer, hoping to whatever gods were listening that he didn't look like he was out of his mind.

When he finally leaves, waving at you, he thinks of the promise he made to not do anything strange while you're in the shower. He can't suppress the smile that curls his lips.

Snakes don't keep promises, after all.

ok this is INSANE bc i managed 2 write this in one sitting LMFAOOOOO??? literally sat here kicking my feet at this ask and proceeded 2 spit this out within a few hours.

also lin if u run out of tag space again feel free 2 comment or submit another ask i would love 2 read everything u have 2 say abt this

anyways part 2 coming soon AFTER i finish a similar subaru fic that has me writhing in my sleep. debated using the taglist bc i don't wanna bother y'all but idk... i hope u guys enjoy this.

taglist: @cupcakesmoothie @aayakashii @sunskosh @despairingy-obsessed @glamorousspoon @mmy-meow

also tagging @diluxama and @ghoulspaw (diluxama had been asking 4 a haku pov and ghoulspaw just happened 2 reblog the og post while i was writing this amen)

want 2 join the tkdb taglist? let me know!

[munv]

𝗜𝗠𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗜𝗡 𝗘𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗦𝗬

𝗜𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗱𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗕𝗹𝘂𝗲 𝗟𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗜𝘁𝗼𝘀𝗵𝗶 𝗦𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗲𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗷𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂? 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗴𝗼𝗮𝗹𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼?

P9

Im keeping my promise about posting guys <33

The morning sun slightly blended in through the curtain of your room, it was the weekend and you had no real intentions of waking up. At least, that was the initial plan. 

"Nee-san!"

 You grumbled over your breath in response to the familiarness of the name, rolling over to the other side of your pillow and finding a comfy position before getting ready to double click on the z's again. "Nee-san!" 

A small head of tussled black hair dashed into your room, with a slightly taller head of reddish brown following close behind. "NEE-SAN". The ongoing commotion from the two children managed to wake you up from your slumber, not without irritation of course. "what the hell.." you peeked from under your covers to come face to face with your two so called brothers, and to think that you were safe this morning since you had time before your parents went out. Turns out the time was too little. 

Using your pillow as a support, you manage to sit up successfully and turn to look at your brothers, eyes squinting from the sunlight you manage to get a few words out, "can you guys explain.." you take a pause with a long sigh, "why you two are running around the house like some wild pets that are yet to be vaccinated??.."

"soccer!"

You blinked before coming to your senses. "what?."

"Soccer." Replied the older of the two

The both of them chanted, Little Rin with the biggest smile and Sae behind him with this stare. You thought having one soccer fanatic in the family was enough, but Rin ended up picking up the terrible obsession after hanging out too much with Sae. You make a mental note on how much this is your fault since you were so busy with other things to actually make an attempt to bond with your little brothers. A miscalculation on your end you will make sure not to make ever again. 

Rin stepped forward and presented a soccer ball in his hands with energy and excitement emitting off of his very being. "play with us, please!"

"quit being lukewarm and get your lazy butt out of bed." Sae said with a light glare. You took off the top sheet you used to cover yourself with before facing the little devils. "Quit making an intense overuse of "lukewarm" for me while you get that attitude in check" you snarked back. 

"let's play! please nee-san! You aren't busy right? Lets go, go go!!" It was early as ever this morning and Rin was already raring to go, tugging on your arms and all. You sweat dropped at the sight of the little boy trying to drag you out of bed. "Sorry Rinny..I have plans."

Suddenly it wasn't Rin in front of you, but Sae, "nee-san...surely you wouldn't leave your little brothers all alone" The little brat upgraded to a bastard in less than 10 years..you underestimated him a bit too much. He knew what he was doing, but what hurt even more was that you knew that he was right. You couldn't leave some 4 and 7 year old's to their own devices, especially these two. Sae was a far from normal child and leaving Rin with him was more of a gamble than you were willing to take.

With a depressed sigh you came to a bone crushing conclusion, "get dressed in 5, we're going out." You were going to regret this, not like there hasn't been a moment you haven't. 

"[name]!" A young boy called out. Your meeting today was near a soccer field, and oh the irony, since you've brought the two addicts in the flesh. His blonde hair grew longer since the last time you've seen him, and not to mention he's grown a little taller. "Micheal!" you waved back. He ran up to you from his spot with sudden urgency. His clothes were dirtied more than they would usually be.

you assume hes been practicing a lot more recently with the way he started panting like a dog. “Oh, did you bring your little brothers??” He looked at the small children behind to you. 

Rin looked at him curiously before bursting out into a smile “Hi!! Are you [name]-nees friend??” 

“Too bright”…you sweatdropped at the mini sun introducing himself. Sae, ever the anti-social one, settled to stare at the older boy instead. 

“Lukewarm—“

before he could finish the rest of the sentence you slapped the back of his head while Kaiser doubled back in surprise. 

“Sorry about him. He’s been on this one word tangent for a while and won’t stop. This is Sae” you introduced him.

”aha! Right!” He wondered with the way the youngest didnt react to you slapping your brother if this was a normal occurrence. ”so what did you have in mind today?” 

“You want to walk around? Theres some good as scenery's around here I wanted to take a look at.”

“Sure! Im down for it.” You didn’t want to do anything too exciting today, considering the fact Micheal had to get back home soon. You were aware of his situation at home and tried your best to accommodate the best you could.

the two younger Itoshi’s could only watch you two chatter away with smiles. This was sure to be an interesting evening.

                           ITOSHI OMAKE

sae was, unsure of what to make of this. Him and Rin were walking behind you two as you both giggles and chuckled away. 

Just what the hell was this?

surely this couldn’t be the start of what he thought to be…what do you call it, potential love interest? It can’t be. Its just too good to be true. 

Rin, ever the angel wouldn’t understand the danger their older sibling was in right now. If he didn’t tread carefully, that blue serpent would steal you right from under his nose. 

“nii-san…does nee-san like him?” Good God. If even Rin noticed the new behavior, he knew you were a goner.

”they’re just good friends, Rin.” He remarked, almost as if he was convincing himself. Yeah, just good friends. Nothing else brewing in the pot. 

“Okay!!” He nodded along. Anything his older siblings said was nothing short of truth in little Rin’s head, of course.

[pollux-starsz]

to show how much a really like this au here's (not even) a quarter of the doodles ive done for it! (I have way too many to count)

Dca Slasher au belongs to @wyervan !! Check it out :3c

Unfortunately I cant add more because there's only a 10 image per post thing on tumblr so im gonna cry in a corner anyways!! art under the cut + small context for each one!

1. Moon is just sleeping. He's eepy and needed to sleepy💤

2. Kalamela! She's looking at you like "Hmmm.." What have you done. /silly

3. Sunny boy going... shopping? Not sure what my brain was picturing but oh well XDD

4. Girls day ON!!, gotta love when the waitress you see every day wants to hang out with you at 3am ykwim

5. Girls day OFF!! Taking a much need break from being exhausted 24/7-365!! Let them have their drinks in peace☕

6. This was actually the very first concept art I did for Kalamela and it stuck lol, that and also i was too lazy to do any more as it was like 2am (yes the sun and moon key chains are reference to the slasher boys gotta love 'em)

7. This was actually just a silly thought but I couldn't get it out of my head that Moon would wake up at midnight and down a bowel of cereal while standing in the middle of the kitchen shirtless as Sun stares with a "what the actual fuck" face

8. Kalamela! This was mostly bc I've been working on a beach day comic and needed to figure out what kind of bathing suit this woman would wear so I was trying out a few designs :P

9. Slasher Sun in a dress slasher sun in a dres slasher sun in a dr

10. Hugs for Moonie, she loves that man. He was a bit taken aback from her immediate tossing herself into his arms sorta thing but hey, what can a gal do

More rambles

- I have this very odd image in my head of Moon, Sun and Kalamela going to the gym and that's how they find out she's ripped and muscular as fuck and then they fall even harder in love because mmmm women

- Kalamela isn't used to be treated to outings and whatnot, so I like to think if they took her out to a nice place like a local theme park or something like a restaurant to eat together, she would be so awkward it's actually insane. Wdym she's been hiding in the bathroom for a solid 25 minutes and they're both worried about her

- Unfortunately, I did scrap the idea of Ethan! Buuttt I replaced it with two kids, Gabriel and Jamie (both boys) who often visit her and stay with her because they live nearby! The two are a bit crazy but they care for her like a mom! I couldn't get rid of Ethan and then not give her some sort of mother/son relationship afterwards lol :')

- She once caught Moon hopping her fence because he got into a fight (dont ask how or why, i didnt think that far) and it resulted in him having to shut her up before she screamed (thinking he was some creep because there was no light outside)

- I have no shame in saying that she totally makes it obvious that she's hitting on them and checking them out whenever she can. She WILL say they have a nice ass if she must. Or bombard them with gifts. Maybe a smooch! Who knows? Yeah she definitely checks them out those have you seen those muscles? LAWD

- She feels like the type of person to be able to do a shit ton of heavy lifting on her own but will call Sun and Moon just to have their company. Plus! She gets to have an excuse so they can stay for dinner. What's a hard days work without good food?

[ipranna]

Hanako, Teru and Nene x poor!reader

Disclaimer!: i am currently learning a new writing style so im sorry if anythings cringe! Im also sorry if anything is ooc!

Warnings!: you being poor, starvation, overworking, passing out.

............

You were strugling, and i mean really strugling. Your parents decided to have four children without having nearly enough money.

Every single day you have to jugle 5 jobs, school work and taking care of your siblings. You had to feed your siblings with the very little money you had therefore not being able to feed yourself.

..............

Hanako

Your only form of freetime was at lunch. Oh wait not even that anymore. When you heard a rumor about hanako-kun in the womens bathroom being able to grant any wish, you went there to try and test it out. Not like it would work its just a stupid rumor, right?

Suprise suprise, it wasn't. Now you have a annoying clingy ghost with you that insisted that you stay around until he finds a way to grant your wish.

What even was your wish? Oh yeah. To stop struggling. To bring your family back together.

He claimed usually people wish for love, but you were different and he wanted to help you apparently. Doesnt say much because now your stuck cleaning his bathroom. Like you needed any more work.

............

After class you inhaled deeply. Finnaly a little re- oh wait you have to clean a bathroom. You felt like you were going to pass out.

You walked towards the bathroom woth cleaning gear on.

"Y/NNIE!!"

You sighed once you heard his voice. "Hanako can i please not clean the bathroom i want some freetime for once."

"Dont you want to figure out a way to grant your wish? If you stick around i promise ill find a way!"

"Forget this Hanako. Face it were never going to find a way to grant my wish!"

You started to walk off until you heard Hanako yell something out.

"W-wait y/n! Dont leave ill get you donuts!"

Donuts? Food? You need that. You halted and looked at Hanako.

"Alright. If you get me donuts then ill stick around."

..............

The next day when class was over you headed towards the bathroom, and what you saw there shocked you. A HUGE pile of donuts.

"So, i asked yashiro to help me make donuts but we messed up the portion size by allot so i guess you can just take these home. Do you forgive me?"

"DEFINITELY!"

After you took the donuts home and your siblings were very happy. But you also had a serious talk with your parents. They agreed to get jobs and stop being lazy bums.

The next day at school you went to see Hanako again.

"So about your wish i think i found a way to grant it."

"You already did silly!"

.............

Nene

You and Nene were at a school function. You actually had to take your own dish but the teacher knew about your financial problem so he said you didnt have to bring one.

You didnt have many friends because you just transfered. Your parents didnt have enough money for your old house so they had to take a smaller one resulting to a new school also.

While you were sitting at your desk the teacher was going on about some rules so things dont go out of hand. You werent really listening.

You looked over at Nene. She nodded, you nodded. You knew where to meet up with her, but first this annoying lecture about how some kids ruined the function last time.

..............

You quickly walk over to Nene after the teacher is done with his story's.

"Wheres Aoi?"

"She couldn't come. She was sick."

"Wow, its a shame that she became sick on this specific day. What bad luck."

"Agreed. After were done lets go check on her. But now, im gonna grab my bag and some stuff to eat. See ya at the rooftop!"

"See ya!"

You and Nene go separate ways. You two to separate classrooms to get some food and your bags.

.............

"Isnt that that one poor girl?"

"I heard that she has 5 jobs just to support her family."

"Wow i kinda feel bad for her. Imagine having such horrible parents that dont even bring any food to the table."

People were gosiping left right and center. I mean its kinda whats so unique in this school. Theres all kinds of rumors about ghosts and other supernaturals.

But right now all that matters is meeting at the rooftop with Nene.

But you also keep getting distracted by all the large frienegroups around you. Will you be like that someday? Aoi is fairly popular but you and Nene are basically nobody's.

You reached your locker and quickly dtart running towards rhe rooftop.

.............

"Nene!"

Nene was sitting on the floor waiting.

"Y/n there you are!"

You walked over to her and sat down.

"Sorry if i kept you waiting."

"Not at all! I just arrived as well!"

"This is nice. Nobody else is up here."

You and Nene take out what you've gathered. It looked like a feast for 4. You looked down at all the people in groups and how crammed they were, and then how peacefull it was here. You were content with the way things are now.

You and Nene started chatting and eating. You remembered that you have to go to a job but you could worry about that later. Right now all that matters was relaxing.

A well deserved break.

............

Teru

You're appart of the student council. But recently things have been getting a bit hard...

All the student council work, all of your jobs and school.. Its hard especially since you're also an exorcist. Theres been more supernaturals than usual.

Regardless if you like the work or not its what keeps your family whole. Despite being young, you're still the breadwinner because your parents are too busy with whatever they do. You have been working for so long you forgot to ask.

You sit down and get some work done.

..............

Teru walks in looking concerned. "Y/n you've been here for quite a while."

Teru and Akane are the only one who know about your situation. Frankly you're a bit embarrassed about how little your parents do and how much you work.

"Stop working. Ill do it. Besides aren't your siblings waiting for you? I know kou would be freaking out if i didn't cone home on time."

"No- its just a little bit more. I can handle it."

"Go home y/n." He walks over to you to try and get the work but you snatch it away before he could reach it.

"Teru just trust me- im fine." You said slighrly dozing off. "I've just gotta get this done and the-"

You start feeling lightheaded. You're seeing blqck spots.

"Y/n?..y/n?...y/n!?"

Teru's voice starts fading away.

........

You wake up slowly realising you have a towel under your head and you're laying on the floor.

"You're awake. Good"

You hear a familiar voice next to you. Slowly rubbing your eyes and sitting up you looks aver to where Teru is sitting.

"I was considering calling the hospital but figured you just needed some rest. Dont worry jt hasn't been that long. Only about thirty minutes."

You stand up stumbling a little.

"Gee, didn't think I'd pass out. Thanks for helping me Teru."

He stands up and grabs a cup of water that was next to him.

"Here i got you this while you were passed out."

You drink the cup of water. You stretched and started walking away before Teru grabbed your shoulder.

"From now on when i say that you should stop working, you stop. Okay?"

You nod and walk off.

..............

Can you tell i don't like Hanako

[sinning-23]

The Strangest Things Happen In Shibuya

(Nanami x Reader?) (Reallt old draft)

Wrote this on a whim because I thought it would be funny/iconic. Might make a part 2 maybe. This is so stupid and I haven't even gotten this far in the series but I've gotten enough spoilers to KINDA know what's going on so please bear with me y'all lmao. Im freestyling it here lol in my head EVERYTHING'S FINEEEE EVERYONE'S FINEEE THINGS ARE JUST FINEEEE-

PARDON THE SPELLIN IM HIGH ANS LAzy

Enjoy

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“What the hell is up with the trains today?” You huff, heels clicking against the tile of the train station.

Damn if you were gonna make it to this dinner you needed to be on the train literally 10 minutes ago. But at this rate it looked like there weren’t any?

The station rumbles a bit here and there so you assume there MUST be at least a sign of someone or something that can help you out….and with you luck there was….but

Laid out before you were puddles of blood, and chunks of what you could only assume used to be people. Around them were blood soaked and discarded garments, shoes missing its pair, and…

You breathe deeply, pulling your taser out and flipping it to its highest setting. Any smart person would turn and run but how far had you gone at this point.

It was becoming painfully obvious that there didn’t seem to be an exit nearby and to add to the bullshit, there was a very injured man who looked like he was about to meet his end about 30/40 feet away from you.

You remove your heels avoiding the puddles just so you won’t make any noise, behind the injured blonde is another one who seems to be doing most the damage. And in front of that is a younger kid, no older than your niece, his eyes wide.

He catches a glimpse of you but you quickly shake your head no and raise a finger to your lips. He doesn’t respond.

25 feet…

15 feet……

5 feet……

You thrust yourself forward, aiming for the assailant's neck and press the power button with all your might. You can’t help but scream at the sheer force you’re putting into jabbing this electrical current into his neck. He falls limp and before he can even have a chance to get up or process (not that he could, the mf just got tasted), you reach for the nearest piece of debris you could find and bring it down with a harsh

*CRRRRRRACK*

*CRACKK*

………..

*CRACK*

.............

You bring the taser to his neck again, holding for at least 15 seconds as the sound echos against the semi-destoryed walls of the train station.

“One more for good measure.” You whisper out of breath. Letting the pipe and taser fall from your hands as you go to try and support the injured blonde.

“Hey, kid, we gotta get him out of here and to a hospital! I’m a nurse I can-“

“You just beat him with a pipe…..after you tased him...”

The teen speaks, his gaze lingering on the now very much knocked out assailant.

“Ok hun I know this is all very traumatic, we can talk about it once we get out of here. But we need to get him to a hospital before he-.”

The man begins to fall limp, his weight damn near crushing you but you double down and use any and all strength you have to hold him up. Hey, maybe pilates was paying off?

-interlude-

According to the nurses he’d gotten some rather severe injuries and it was a miracle you got him in at the time you did, otherwise he’d be dead. The hospital was awfully crowded that day, and you had a debate on whether or not you should stick around to learn this guy's name and at least make sure he recovered well.

Alas, you were strangers after all and that little pink-haired teen told you it’d be safer if you just stayed home for a while.

After seeing the shit you did at that train station you didn't think twice about it, even if it was a kid telling you what to do. Though, you couldn't help but want to know what the hell happened that day and did some research.

And sure enough, you weren't the only one that was curious, video and photos surfacing only to be called out for being 'totally fake' Yeah right, you saw that shit and there was no way it was. You sigh, closing your laptop with a 'click' before heading to your kitchen for a before-bed snack.

It'd been about 3 months since then so why had it plagued your mind so bad? You just wanted to make it to that damn dinner and-

The knock at your door was odd. Who could possibly need you at 9:00 at night?

You look out the peephole, hand flying tot he door knob to unlock it and swing itopen.

"Whoa, how'd you find my house??" You huff, hand alreadyclenchign around the baseball bat you keep as an extra defense measure.

"Sorry to come so late. He hospital directed me here since you pur your information own as....my spouse."

Oh yeah you did, just incase they started asking any questions you could be nosy and figure out more about what happened that day.

"Ah right. Um, well you recoved well? You uh you look great." You chuckle nervously, seeing him nod.

Damn this was akward. You did wanna see the guy again. but in your spiderman pjamas wasn't exactly how you planned or imagined it.

“U-Uh come in!” You yip, stepping aside as his eyes fill with…something you can quite recognize.

Tea with a stranger released from the hospital.

[crazy-hazy-sims]

Tag Game: Nonsims interests

Thank you @freezerbnuuy for the tag!

honestly the moment i started thinking about this i suddenly forgot i like things sometimes lol

okay so,

Music: i know broad topic ! but music has been repeatedly saving my life since i was 13 so yeah! i specifically like symphonic metal so much it really combines my love for heavy gritty shit with the huge dramatically theatrical themes and also i like Numetal metalcore deathcore, the topics in these genres are very real and human they dont shy away from the ugly side of being alive and they dont care about being "hardcore elitist" like the rest of the scene, i also recently got into Goth music specifically ethereal goth again just hits the spot with the dramatically ethereal themes

games: i love games in general i love rpgs and point and click ones i know some people frown on that but idc lol unfortunately i am poor so i dont get to experience alot of games as i cant keep up with the many consoles and pc specs the new games require but what i can get my hand on i play forever!

Dragon age: im very new to the game and fandom only started playing last october but my god am i hooked im reading all these philosophical analysis pieces dissecting every word i come across i think i've replayed inquisition 5 times since october despite DA2 being my favorite!

Baldur's gate 3: im generally interested in D&D and the fantasy world of it so BG3 was like if you took that and intensified it by 1 million

warhammer 40k: this is the newest addition to the list i only played Rogue trader for now but damn i think i've spent a week straight researching it last month again i love big expansive fantasy worlds and steampunk and this is just a sweet spot between the two

the sims 4: i love the sims 4 so much when it allows me to do what i actually want to do meaning i hate that most of the content it has out for it is all sorta mundane realistic shit, i wish it was more fantasy geared ( are we surprised) if we ever get a fantasy life simulation game its over for sims 4 for me, but for now i enjoy it immensely because with the power of mods and my own storytelling and lore making i can shape it exactly how i want and that is a shit ton of fun

webtoon: i know some people think its cringe but idgf AGAIN i love fantasy stories and i originally consumed them by reading endless books and this is just an extension of that i read my webtoons daily as i have my breakfast lol

Lord of the rings: fucking obsessed BUT im not deep into the lore like some amazing people are i wish i had the attention span for such an extremely deep rabbit-hole!

fantasy maps and weapons: 2 things i research and draw often just always doodling and learning new things about them i love making fantasy maps and imagining the travel routs of the world

poems: i love both writing and reading poems although i dont write them much anymore i love reading them i stole a poems book from the school library once because i loved the poems and they were gonna put it in the back to make space for a popular series of novels

sewing: i would say fashion but im not interested in whatever weird planet destroying slave labor flaunting of wealth thats going on right now, i drawing new clothes and making them even if its hard as shit for me, i enjoy gathering inspiration making mood boards extracting motifs and designing clothes i do love sewing alot to but i get lazy with it because it involves math lol

ART: i dont think there was ever a time in my life where i didnt make any kind of art piece, even when i had an art block and couldn't get inspired by shit i still made something...badly... but still art is one of the few ways i can express myself and while i wish my skill didnt fluctuate so violently between " hey im skilled i know what im doing this is easy" to "this is a lost cause it feels like i've forgotten how to draw a straight line i should give up art forever and assimilate and become boring" i still live and breath art

okay thats enough lol

i tag: @smudgedbutter @xandezsims @occultradio @grilledcheese-aspiration @astravires @vampwan @azeterna @stormentsims @aniraklova @aliengirl and it wont let me tag more :( so if you see this you are tagged by me!

[viviennewestwooddoll]

I Hope You Had The Time Of Your Life Ch. 1

BSD High School AU

title stole from Green Day

wc: 3k

dt to hannah for proofreading and helping me make the character sheets for this

don't take anything i write serious this was purely made for comedy lol

Tags: crack fic, high school au, slowburn kinda?, minors using substances (weed and alcohol), brain rot, american hs experience, me projecting

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Summer had passed by, memories of the season drifting afar. Which in turn, means the students of Yokohama high school were set to return on the first of September. Obviously, nobody was excited. 

Atsushi Nakajima had spent his summer slaving away at Chick Fil A. The pay was terrible, but he wasn't in it for the money. Moreso, on the last day, Kunikida Doppo, his upperclassman, ranted to him about the importance of staying busy over the summer for colleges to see, and how good it would look on his transcript.

“Atsushi, you cannot fall into lazy patterns over the summer. You don't want to be unemployed like Dazai,” he said, sneering at the man who lazily laid in the courtyard during their lunch break. 

“Kunikida, not everyone wants to spend their life working for someone, I have the rest of my life to want to kill myself from working a 9-5, so let me be a bum a bit until then, mkay?” Dazai said smugly without even bothering to look up

Before Kunikida could even respond to Dazai by yelling, Atsushi interrupted.

“Okay fine, I need extra cash anyways,” he said, thinking of all the Chazuke he could buy that summer. 

Atsushi's first mistake was believing Kunikida when he said it was a good job. The amount of times he worked longer than minors were even allowed to, waking up at 6 AM on a saturday to get to work by 7, and standing under the scorching sun with a  stupid smile plastered on his face made him want to just throw off his namepin and quit. But, he enjoyed the routine in a way. Despite the annoyances of rude customers and such, he enjoyed having a purpose and working towards something, in this case his $7/hour pay (money is money) and did not want to be rotting his summer away. 

Unfortunately for him, when Dazai found out his schedule, he would never know peace again. 

“Hey Atsushi,” Dazai once slurred. 

It was almost 10 PM on a Friday, and Dazai appeared beside Chuuya Nakahara in his red camry, who seemed aggravated. 

“Im high as fuck” Dazai said slowly, grinning. 

Atsushi stood there, petrified, what was he supposed to do? He couldn't just yell at Dazai for bothering him at work, especially since he was under the influence, because his boss will definitely see and fire him for “not putting the customer first”, then call the cops on Dazais since he was a minor and reeking of weed. 

“I'm sorry Atsushi,” Chuuya said, giving him a sympathetic look. “He was pissing me off and said he said he would shut up once he had Chick-Fil-A, never thought you worked here or I wouldn't have taken him here. Probably McDonalds or Cookout.”

“Are you..” Atusshi asked, confused if Chuuya was driving while stoned.

Chuuya smirked, “Fuck yeah, but my tolerance is better than this motherfucker,” he said, pointing to Dazai staring straight and laughing at nothing. 

Atsushi stood meekly with the tablet, unsure how to handle this.

“Um okay, what do you want?” He sighed.

“I'll get the grilled sandwich and a diet lemonade, coach is making us cut since the season is about to start,” Chuuya said flatly as he rolled his eyes.

“Yo Dazai, what do you want? Don’t drain my wallet–the auto shop doesn't pay me as much as you think,” Chuuya said as he turned to Dazai, who Atsushi was now concerned for if he was greening out or not.

“Atsushi, what's the cheapest thing you have here?” Dazai said, suddenly focused.

“Probably a kids meal,” Atsushi said, as he added a 5 ct nugget with a toy.

“Okay, get me that. And then get me 20 more of those.” Dazai said, giggling like a little school girl. 

“WHAT THE-” Chuuya angrily turned, screaming at the man.

Atsushi stood awkwardly, watching the scene of Chuuya strangling Dazai. They argued whether or not Dazai would get 20 kids' meals, then if Dazai would get to keep all 20 toys. Before they could kill each other, he butted in.

“You do realize we close in five? If you both want food, its a yes or no-”

“YES,” Dazai screamed as he leaned over Chuuyas seat to submit the order through Atushi’s tablet.

“THERES NO FUCKING WAY YOU DID THAT– DUMBASS BITCH YOU’RE PAYING FOR YOUR SHIT”

Atushsi rolled his eyes, submitting the order as he swiped Chuuyas card, going to warn his co workers or the 100 nuggets they would prepare in 5 minutes (he would be outcast for weeks because of this incident). 

School was on the cusp of starting, leaving Atsushi dreading balancing work and his academics as well as lacrosse.

As he watched the mindless tiktoks Dazai sent him which rotted his attention span and brain capacity, he saw that Tanizaki had texted him through Snap. 

heluvsnaomi: hey atsushi

beastbeneaththesheets: yea?

heluvsnaomi: you got your schedule yet? Mine is so bad bro

beastbeneaththesheets: damn i didnt even check

beastbeneaththesheets: shit mines bad, i have foods, math 2, biology but then journalism so W

heluvsnaomi: ok we have our last two together at least lets go

heluvsnaomi: is akutagawa in any of your classes?

Atsushi scoffed, remembering whose name that belonged to.

 Akutagawa was the most miserable person he knew. He has stupid headphones on at all times; Atsushi once peeked over to see who was playing and Akutagawa glared at him, then showed up the next day with a privacy screen. That really pissed Atsushi off. It's not like he's asking him his deepest secret, he was just curious to what bands someone as moody as Akutgawa would like. He’s very antisocial and uncomfortable to talk to. Atsushi had tried to get to know him, and was rudely ignored by him. After that, Atsushi had a grudge towards him, to which Junichiro agreed was valid. When he brought up his name in a rant to Dazai as they did their daily Fortnite grind, Dazai laughed, saying he used to “bully the shit out of him” in middle school. Even though Akutagawa was rude, Atsushi couldn't help but feel bad. To which extent, Dazai admitted calling him emo and teasing him for his hobbies, which Atushsi disapproved of making someone feel ashamed for being passionate in their interests. 

beastbeneaththesheets: fuck let me check

Atsushi logged onto canvas, praying he would never interact with Akutagawa again. But to his dismay, he wouldn't achieve this dream. 

Foods 2: Akutagawa Ryunosuke 

Math 2: Akutagawa Ryunosuke 

Biology Honors: Akutagawa Ryunosuke 

Of course he's in every one of my classes, the white haired boy thought to himself. He sighed, screenshotting and sending it to both Dazai and Tanizaki. This better be a filler year I swear. Unfortunately for Atsushi, he never did quite get what he wanted. 

At 6:30 AM, Atsushi Nakajimas alarm went off. He got ready with his new clothes he had gotten for his back to school shopping, and prepared his bag with his charged chromebook. He waited at the bus stop, getting ready to close his eyes for a bit before he saw Tanizaki. 

“Yo Atsushi!” the orange haired man waved to him. Atsushi smiled, taking a seat with him. 

“Hey man, how’ve you been? Haven't seen you since that party Yosano threw for the fourth of July,” Atsushi said as he threw his bag on the floor. 

“You know the usual,” he said with a shrug, as if it was a cue, his weird sister Naomi came to hug him from behind. They were very close, and Tanizaki pushed her off. Atsushi smiled awkwardly, nodding towards her. 

I need off this bus, he thought to himself. 

As the bus approached his school, Atsushi walked with Tanizaki, Naomi now chatting with their fellow classmate Haruno. 

“I don't know what I'm gonna do, Akutagawa is in every single class except journalism, but usually journalism will only ever be us,” Atsushi sighed. 

“That sucks, I'd actually fight my counselor,” Tanizaki laughed. 

“Right ugh, I guess I’ll see you at lunch though right? Kunikida has lunch with us too, so that's good at least.” Atsushi asked.

“The courtyard right?” Tanizxaki asked as he approached his class.

Atusshi nodded, parting ways with him. He just had to thug out this semester, and he would be fine. It's not like he would be interacting with Akutagawa at every given moment of the day, right? 

Atsushi walked in, recognizing everyone that he hadn't seen since last year. Being a student council officer (another role that was forced upon him) had its perks, he had to interact with everyone and learned a bit of each student. He had class, of course with Yosano and Ranpo. Both were the most unserious duo he knew. Ranpo often offended teachers with his backtalk, and would always go to the office but of course, since he had fostered a close relationship with Fukuzawa, he was able to talk him out of any trouble with the principal Natsume; he never got in any actual trouble. His fat ass was always eating in the back of classes, at least Atsushi assumed he was. Ranpo was super smart, having taken all AP classes the school provided, never interacting with Atsushi last year because of that, as well as for the former being a freshman while the latter being a junior. He had met him in journalism, which Dazai convinced him to join when he came to represent the class as a promoter, prompting the incoming freshman to join, successfully persuading Atsushi. The class was nothing like Dazai said it was, being more grueling and on a time crunch rather than the “filler block” Dazai promised (maybe for him it was, since all he did was sleep in the room that contained the computers to edit and archives of the newspaper spanning to the 70s). Despite that, he loved the class, meeting his closest friends, as well as gaining a new sense of confidence from being forced to interact with all types of students, making him sure of himself. Ranpo was the opinion editor, a filling role for him since he always had something to say. In fact, Atsushi's first day of journalism in which he pitched his ideas for the paper had Ranpo telling him “his idea was shit” without a stutter. Atsushi almost quit right there. He could contribute the least, yet always have the most popular page.  That was Ranpo for you, being naturally talented in creating eye-catching visuals and attention-grabbing headlines. Then there was Yosano, his partner in crime. She was one of the most blunt people Atsushi knew, circling such minor mistakes such as expletives on a paper, and making Atsushi feel self conscious of his writing. Outside the class though, she was a raging party girl, in which her private spam “yosanoandranpolovealcohol” had fostered a series of (mainly) Yosano drunkenly singing or doing insane things that cannot be mentioned. She was never one to back down from someone picking on the underclassmen, having argued with their classmates for being rude to Atsushi when he was more shy.  For that, Atsushi respected her.

“Hey Atsushi,” Yosano called out to him. “Haven't seen you since Fourth of July!” 

Atushsi smiled, approaching their station. 

“How do you even remember that? Me and Poe had to drag you upstairs before you barfed and embarrassed yourself,” Ranpo snickered, eating their materials to cook for the day. 

Yosano glared at him. “Its called high toleranc-” this time Atsushi laughed. 

“Sorry Yosano, I didn't take you to have a high alc tolerance,” Atsushi snorted. 

“Just wait until I get your first draft, Atsushi,” she said, staring at him with a straight face.  

Atsushi’s eyes widened, now walking towards his own station fearing for his safety. 

He continued scoping the room, seeing randoms, as well as Tachihara and Motojiro Kaji, the latter his upperclassman Yosano swore to murder, in which she retold a story from freshman year of him saying they failed a lab because Yosano “was a stupid girl who couldn't follow instructions”.  Needless to say, Kaji and Yosano were both sent to the office that day from broken beakers and spilled chemicals. Tachihara, on the other hand, was in his grade. He was always stoned, being the epitome of the word stoner. He was always in the stalls, his fryd bar masking any smell in the bathroom, but Atsushi didn't think it smelt any better than that. Everyone knew that if you wanted a smoke, all you had to do was slide up in his DMS and you could get high faster than Kaji exploded that lab. He was loud, often hanging around Chuuya, so it didn't take one too long to consider what Nakahara did in his free time. Despite that, he was rather chill, but Atsushi didn't really care much for him. 

Then he spotted that messy black hair, with a case of a badly cut fringe. Ryunosuke Akutagawa. Atsushi sighed, glaring at him as he walked in. He can't forget the time he offered him a bracelet for student council and Akutagwa said no, purposely bumping into him to spill the entire basket of dozens of bracelets

Sitting at a random table by himself, Atushsi smirked, seeing that he had no friends. Serves him right for being so moody. As the teacher walked in, she saw that everyone was sitting in whatever seat. Sighing, she clapped her hands, grumbling how nobody paid attention to the name tags she had placed on each table. Looking around, he saw Tachihara nodding at Yosano, trading with her so she didn't have to sit next to Kaji since her assigned seat would have been there, fearing for an incident that would leave his friend in the office again, as well as just wanting to have a familiar face rather than listen to Ranpo be a know-it-all. 

So whos sitting next to m-

Akutagawa Ryunosuke, 10th Grade

Atusushi groaned, seeing Akutagawa approach him, refusing to make eye contact. As the teacher began her introduction, she moved onto actually instructing them to cook.

Atsushi nudged Akutagawa. “So you going to listen, or am I gonna cook for both of us,” he said solemnly. 

“I can figure it out myself, how hard is cooking anyways?”

Well apparently impossible. 

Akutagawa managed to make something that crossed a biohazard and chemical waste, how? Atsushi couldn't tell you. 

“Dude! You used all our materials! We’re so cooked we couldn't even redo it because class is over. I told you to let me help you, I actually listened to her instructions unlike you!” He practically yelled, garnering everyone's attention. 

“Like I would trust any food you make. You wouldn't do any better than me anyways,” Akutagawa said, rolling his eyes. 

“Aight bet, tomorrow I'm going to make the best food you've had–hell I make nuggets for Chick Fil A! I definitely know how to cook more than you. Pissing me off, got an F on the first day,” Atushsi said angrily, purposely bumping into his headphones to knock him off the table. 

Before Akutagawa could yell at him, he leaves class, power walking to English. 

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. He had English with Akutagawa– Gin that is. She was much more tolerable than her brother, being concerned with Higuchi on whatever superficial thing was relevant to them, gossiping while typing furiously on their phones. He had some acquaintances that he had in classes before sitting with them. Biology with Tanizaki was boring. They received an “All About Me” packet, filling it out as they discussed meaningless topics to pass time. Then came journalism.

Atsushi walked in to see Yosano sitting with Ranpo, both drinking an energy drink. Just by their energy, Atsushi could tell they had senioritis and were checked out. Walking in with Atsushi was Edgar Allen Poe. He was a strange one, hair covering his eyes. If you told anyone he was the editor in chief last year they would be shocked. He had a vision for the paper that always executed well, and was one of the best writers Atsushi knew, but his confidence didn't match his skill set. He seemed as if he was worried what everyone thought of him at all times, staying quiet and leaving 0 presence in a room. Despite Atsushi being his junior by two years, he always seemed anxious when Atsushi read his work. Which Atsushi didn't understand, he could make an article of redoing the parking lot the best written on the page. He sat with Ranpo and Yosano, both loudly greeting him and showing him some TikTok they were giggling over. 

In the corner sitting on a hightop table was Kunikida, furiously typing away at a schedule to release each article. “Boy, hurry. We're behind schedule already. If we want to stay on track, brainstorming needs to be done by tomorrow.”

Dazai, sitting on the couches centered in the room, snorted. “Kunikida, when have we ever printed on time?” 

Atsushi sat next to the tall brunette, relaxing into the seat. Atsushi always loved how this class mimicked a family, everyone being comfortable enough to be themselves. The classroom was set up differently than the standard sterile class, having the big lights off with fairy lights, a candle burning, and couches alongside posters. The teacher, Fukuzawa, had invested towards his students feeling like this could be their safe space. He obviously succeeded, having a dozen or so students in this class that refused to drop the class even if it messed up their schedule. 

Fukuzawa welcomed the class back, which usually never changed its lineup since it was just returners. “I'm glad to have you all back, I’m sure we can guarantee that we will outdo the yearbook in popularity again,” he announced.

Everyone cheered, determined to outdo their rivals. Mori Ougai had advised the class, taking it up after working at the school long enough as the nurse. Atsushi had a personal vendetta against them, trying to force an interview on him for Fitzgerald’s finance class he took last year, finding out the former had bribed the yearbook with donations if they got a whole spread towards students hyping the class to encourage more to join. And who was forcing said interview on him? Akutagawa, of course. 

“I'm sure I can expect great things from you all,” Fukuzawa continued. “But for today, we will just get to the standard ‘welcome back’ nonsense despite the fact we all know each other,” he said smiling lightly. “For the sake of an easy first day—but don't expect to slack again after today,” he said, eyeing Dazai, making Atsushi snicker.   

For the rest of class, Atsushi just caught up with his friends. Atsushi discussed his work schedule with Kunikida, and picked up on conversations of Ranpo and Poe discussing a new mystery novel, while Yosano harassed Tanizaki with videos of him at the party she hosted. Dazai did his usual: napping in the backroom, before Kunikida could drag him out for making a bed out of previous papers they had worked on. 

Atsushi thought to himself that he wouldn't trade this class for the world, smiling as he imagined how this school year could go. Unfortunately for him, this is as peaceful as it will get.

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[ochrearia]

Boyfriend for the character thing? :3

BEEFER slams him against a wall

Favorite thing about them: Ouh man. I know I write this idiot as actually speaking English in PoPr because I operate in the idea of GF acts like a TARDIS from Doctor Who and her magic auto-translates his beeping to understandable things for her, and Pico, Darnell, and Nene. But FUCK if I could speak in abstract musical beeping and shit I WOULD GIVE UP MY VOCAL CORDS FOR THAT IMMEDIATELY. Do you even know how much that would fix me if I could do that. If I could speak literal fucking music and people understand wtf Im saying anyways. IM JEALOUS OF THIS STUPID BLUE HAIRED FUCK GIVE THAT TO ME I WANT IT

Least favorite thing about them: Bro idk. I guess the idea that he's supposed to be 7 fucking feet tall. Man no the hell you aren't. You are like 5'5 at best. And you are STILL taller than me in that regard so shut up and stop complaining short bisexual kings gotta stick together

Favorite line: Looks directly into the camera like I'm on the Office

brOTP: BF and Darnell is so fucking funny to me. Darnell being smart but knowing he can get away with stupid shit with BF and BF just genuinely being dumb as rocks. Match made in heaven. And then Pico has to yell at Darnell for nearly killing his boyfriend because they wanted to see what happens if you put a metallic wrapper in the fucking microwave

OTP: Lol RGB is this even a question. Like I fuck with funkycule 5 too but I main RGB. To be completely honest. I feel like that's still a basic ass answer but I'm not really much of an OC x canon shipper personally. I'd kiss BF but like who wouldn't?

nOTP: Idk?? I guess?? I don't really have specifics in mind but like anything delving into incest or concerning age gaps is a given I feel like. Besides the obvious things I don't think I really have one.

Random Headcanon: THE AUTOTUNE MIC!!! I like believing that his singing voice in canon is completely created by the mic. His microphone has magic in it that sucks in his voice and autotunes it in real time to make it sound like that so he can fit into any situation without having to worry about his real voice being a shit fit for a rap. And he keeps his real voice hidden from almost everyone (almost... couldn't hide it forever from GF and Pico).

Unpopular Opinion: I. Do not know. I guess the idea that he's overly sweet and sappy to his lovers more often than being a horny asshole but that's just like. A personal choice for how I write PoPr. Don't get me wrong he's still a horndog like that is not something I can separate from him. I just like giving him depth... Maybe that can be my unpopular opinion?? Like I can understand flat characters are good too but also I do not care I'm unflatting him. And GF for good measure

Song I associate with them: something something synesthesia this is something you ALL should have seen coming from a mile away. nuuk winter. I'm not allowed to say anything else. I've already rambled about this on my previous synesthesia related posts that I'm too lazy to dig up right now but that one lol

Favorite picture of them:

he's so fucking stupid bro I love him

[protagonistheavy]

I dont have time to rant much about it but JCA season 5 is off to a sucky start. Im glad there's only a handful of episodes left because man it's really lost the charm at this point.

First off, maybe most important even... why the fuck did they straight up ruin the theme song???? For WHAT reason!! They removed the first few measures of build-up from the song so the intro just BEGINS right in the middle, but the animation still plays from the beginning, so you have this intense music replacing what used to be a snippet of "urgent mystery." And seriously, for WHAT REASON? They don't add anything to the intro animation!! In fact it's actually shorter because they put Jade and Uncle's animations side-by-side rather than separate. Yet not only does it play the whole song, but it has to awkwardly loop one of the parts because it isn't long enough! I think they did this so the intro credits could have a few more seconds to show off a few more names lmao, which is just terrible. It's not like JCA had a boppin theme song but it got me in the mood! And now it just looks and sounds so bad, the action doesn't line-up, ugh.

Drago is an interesting concept for a villain but his ineptitude and attitude as a child/teenager makes him unimpressive as the main villain. Honestly the series has a had hard time since season 2 making new villains feel like proper successors; the move from Shendu to Shendu and his demon siblings was an AWESOME transition of power/stakes, but Daolong and Tarakuda were lackluster. Drago has way too many one-liners for a guy that gets kicked into walls by Jade.

That last point is another problem, which is that the action went back to being lazy again lol. It picked back up in season 4, but it's returned to season 3 levels of "just guys hitting each other," with not enough circumstance and environmental fighting. Jade doesn't have to do any tricks or kiddish maneuvers, she just kicks people around; Uncle zaps people with his magic fish while Tohru becomes less and less competent.

And oh Tohru, god they've made him a giggling child. It's honestly disturbing how little of his old self still seems around. I legitimately wondered if he went back to having Jade's chi like in that vampire episode lol, he's just so childish and naive now. A real bummer since Tohru was for sure one of the most compelling characters.

The Enforcers aren't around : ( Bad move, these are just such good and funny characters, and their replacements are simply not worthy. It IS funny to see Strikemaster Ice make a comeback, I wasn't expecting that lol, but him and his two buds are nowhere near as interesting as the Enforcers. Additionally, their Drago-given dragon-forms are just sooooo ugly, oh my god. Considering we already did the "turning henchmen into super-henchmen" thing once before, this is pretty hard to look at, clearly the inferior take on the idea. It's taken lifeless characters and made them look even more lifeless, harder to tell apart, and with nothing making them unique; when the Enforcers became Dark Chi Warriors, they had individual weapons that made them varied as fighters, but these guys are all just dragon things with fire powers, it's a real downgrade and just straight-up looks worse.

So this might be a disappointing end to JCA. I think what's unfortunate is that the series had so much innate charm that the writers didn't capitalize completely on, I genuinely think they just didn't have the creativity to make strong and emotional episodes that an adventure series like this needs. I think A LOT about one particular quote from Alex Hirsch... a show ten years ahead of JCA lol but still relevant. Alex explained that when writing an episode for Gravity Falls, the episode couldn't just be "evil tooth fairy," it had to be a compelling plot about, like, Mable loosing her teeth, or going to the dentist -- there had to be a human character arc that made the evil tooth fairy aspect have context and relevance. JCA badly needed this sort of emotional touch and thinking, because they clearly understand what COULD make the characters more compelling, but they failed to weave that into the episodes themselves. Take the episode about Jade's birthday -- which has NOTHING to do about Jade's birthday, other than it's something she keeps complaining about while they do typical episode stuff. In a better written version of the episode, the plot of Jade's birthday would be interconnected with things happening, it would serve a purpose -- but it's just a random element here, a random point to put pressure on the characters, that ultimately goes nowhere related to the rest of the episode.

Anyway I do love this show but after watching it almost completely, I suppose I do understand why this show didn't retain popularity. The first two seasons are great, but not so fantastic that it shines through its later, less impressive seasons. My brainrot tells me so many ways this series couldve been way more interesting lol, but something like this is super unlikely to inspire any remakes or reboots, so, it is what it is. A cute toon. The ultimate question I have to ask is: is it better than Kim Possible? It isn't. Kim Possible claims another head.

[fullmetalfisting]

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Guy behind me in traffic was blinding me in traffic with his high-beams, so i violated his retinas with the full force of an afternoon sun

I was driving home from work and traffic was backed up pretty badly for a few miles. It was stop and go. When i get stuck in that, i'll usually back about 75 feet off the car in front of me so that i can hold a pace and move at a slow, but constant roll - like the semi trucks do. This way im not participating in the bumper to bumper move and brake like the rest of the smooth brain drivers.

Some dude in an Acura Crossover was behind me, and i guess he was getting upset because i wasn't 2 feet from the car in front of me, driving like a smoothbrain. So he gets up on my butt and starts beeping his horn at me. "Lol" i think to myself as i turn up my radio.

But then he starts flashing his brights at me, which is where i get annoyed. He's in one of those acuras that has the super bright LED headlights. My car is much lower than his, so his low beams are already pretty bright in my mirrors. Bright enough that i dont want to look in them. The first time he flashed his highbeams it put spots in my vision for a moment. It genuinely hurt my eyes. After the first flash, he waits for about 10 seconds, beeps his horn, and then flashes me again. Now im getting pissed. Im thinking "where the fuck do you want me to go? Do you really think being two feet from the car in front of you will make traffic move faster?" Then he flashes me a third time, but this time he held them on for about 15 seconds. Time for the gloves to come off.

During those 15 seconds, as im looking away from my mirrors, i see my 14,000 lumen searchlight sitting in my passenger seat, at which point I'm immediately overcome by a wave of chaotic-lawful excitement, what he has just set in motion can not be stopped. I think to my self "oh buddy....you just opened the wrongggg can of worms. You're gonna learn today"

I grab the flashlight and set it to its absolute max 14,000 lumen brightness setting. The flashlight has a sensor in it to automatically dim the light if facing down on a table, because otherwise the diodes would get so hot they would melt the lense.The 14,000 lumen setting is so intense, the 57 watt-hour battery can only hold it for 180 seconds before the flashlight automatically notches down to a measly 9,500 lumens. During those 180 seconds, the light will burn through 15% of it's battery power. For reference on just how bright this is, *the literal fucking sun* emits a luminosity of 11,000 lumens per square foot on a bright and clear day.

I turn around and aim it straight out the back of my rear window. My car is pretty noisy, so before i turn it on, I rev up my engine to make sure captain smoothbrain is eyes forward when I violate his retinas with the full force of an afternoon sun. I hit the power button and can only imagine the freight train of shock and pain that plowed over this man. It was so bright, his automatic headlights shut off because the car thought it was daytime. With the light on, i could see him clear as glass through his tinted windshield, he was covering his eyes and looking down. Probably screaming. I watched him try and flip down his sun visor, but his hand couldn't find it, as i thought to myself "Burn you motherfucker....burn". I imagine my facial expression was similar to that of a 6 year old roasting insects with a magifying glass on a bright summer day. After about 5 seconds of blinding light, i took mercy and shut it off. He proceeded to back way the hell off, and move over to a different lane.

Was this an unsafe thing for me to do? Absolutely. Was this illegal? Almost certainly. Was it warranted? Without question. Possibly the highlight of my year

Drive safe, and dont be a dick to the car in front of you. Because they might just have the tools to teach you a lesson.

TLDR: Dickhead in traffic was excessively flashing his highbeams at me, hurting my eyes, because I couldn't go faster than the car in front of me - so I showed him how it feels.

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when the cop pulls you over and you hit them with the unbridled power of the sun

[wykedstories]

Chapter 4: The Coffee Shop.

As everyday starts this one starts the same. I woke up this morning at a crisp four am, and got my makeup and hair done. I'll admit I was so lazy today even I'm ashamed. I can't even blame it on being tired, it's just pure laziness. Instead of doing the whole eyeshadow and everything I just slapped on some mascara, eyeliner and, my shimmer lip gloss to complete a simple look. It's so early and I'm ready to hit the road so that Darcy and I can have  breakfast. I slap my shoes on and make sure everything is packed neatly in my black backpack then I proceed to throw it over my shoulder and head downstairs. As I head downstairs I hear my mom and dad  talking to my little sister Mia.

 Mia has been at my grandparents since the weekend, she's finally home. I love Mia. She has the cutest little smile, let me tell you she's the cutest 5 year old ever! As for my dad he's normally out of state for work so he must have come home while i was sleeping! I walk into the kitchen where everyone is and I say my hellos and goodbyes quickly then head out the door to my car to pick up darcy! I hopped in the car and plugged my music in so that I could get the mood set for the day today. It's feeling like a Slipknot kind of morning. 

As I get everything set up and my first song picked I see that Darcy messaged me. As I look at my phone I see “ Hey babes, we're still on for breakfast im up and ready to go see you soon!”. 

I responded to her with “ awesome love i'll see you soon im on my way.” 

Back to duality by slipknot oh the wonderful sounds of metal in the morning. I casually roll up to Darcie's house and she's just as casually standing outside waiting for me to get here like she is waiting for the bus.

“Hey girl hey, I'm so beyond ready for that chai latte that's calling my name!” she squeaked as she waltzed over to my car.

“Girl, no coffee for me. I am really trying to lay off the caffeine so I think I'm gonna get a refresher and a nice breakfast sandwich.” I responded. 

“ Oh Leah common now after this week at school you definitely deserve that coffee. Get that caffeine girl you only live once! What happened to your large caramel macchiato with 4 shots of espresso and your bacon bagel?”.

“Yeah you are right fuck it im getting my coffee!” I sharply said back to her. 

“ That's my Girl,” Darcy replied. Then we made the mutual decision to crank that music up and jam all the way to the coffee shop. Darcy was dancing in the passenger seat and boy was she having the time of her life. I love seeing Darcy happy. It literally makes my whole day when she has that goofy smile on her face. I was paying attention to driving when I noticed something really odd. There was this guy in a black hoodie walking down the road who looked hurt. He looked as if he was limping but I am not one to stop for strangers.

 I thought about mentioning it to Darcy just because of the weird feeling I got from it, instead I just kept it to myself and onto the coffee shop I drove. We finally got to the coffee shop, not to mention traffic wasn't so hateful. I always complain about traffic but in reality I'm sure it's nothing like what New York City is. I couldn't even imagine driving in Vinces city. I bet driving is heaven here for him. 

“Hey do you want to drive through or go in?” I asked her as I simultaneously turned the music down. 

“I think we should go in and order if you're not opposed?” Darcy replied.

“Going in to order it is” I say loud and proud. We jumped out of the car like we haven't had coffee in months. As we walked up there was an older couple coming out so I stepped over by the door and opened it for them. You know it's the kind thing to do. I smiled at them when they thanked me and I told them to have a blessed day. Darcy and I walked in and ordered our coffee and breakfast that took about 25 minutes to long.

 As we walked out the doors of the coffee shop I felt this wave of uneasiness go over me, I looked around instantly to see if something was going on and that's when I looked on the other side of the street and saw the guy in the black hoodie limping towards the coffee shop. I glanced over at Darcy and she was sipping on her coffee unphased, so I continued to ignore those uneasy feelings and went back to the car to head to school of the day.