#or more acurately - no one else tried

[asfateentertwines]

idk if you like this ship, but Nocorro headcanons?

Hi sorry for the delay, I went on a Nocorro tail spin for this

Neteyam hides his feelings for Spider when they're young because he is worried about his moms feelings but has always been gentle with him and secretly enjoyed his company

They got along but just weren't overly close

Spider always was jealous of Neteyam for being everything he couldn't be - Na'vi, loved, strong, respected, etc. But always admired him just as much

Their relationship would start secret - on the downlow for the sake of their own anxieties - and would start due to their common denominator - Lo'ak

As his big brother and his best friend respectively, they always seemed to be the ones at the end of his messes. For Neteyam, it was cleaning them up or talking him out of it and for Spider, it was tagging along before inevitably just trying to keep them both alive

It's my thought that Lo'ak is the one that considers Spider's humanity the least and sees him the most as just Spider, even moreso than Kiri, and so he accidentally gets him hurt a fair amount - hence, Neteyam has to patch him up

This time is where they bond a lot - venting, mocking one another, but also eventually devolving into the fear, insecurity, etc they each feel

They would be the couple that goes through all of the 'new' stuff (i.e the awkward and honeymoon phases) by themselves while no one knows yet about their relationship so that by the time they get together publicly, everyone thinks of them as the old married couple of sorts

They equal one another out in a lot of ways and meet one another's insecurities - each is everything the other wants with the added consequences they didn't see coming

While it takes vulnerability that neither is prepared for, they come to be the same space for one another they each need and become a big part in one another's healing

They're both emotional protectors to the other as no one ever filled the roles for them and for once, they both get to be someone's priority

Its the story of the oldest son and forgotten child

They're two sides of the same beat up coin

Neteyam is protective and takes after his mom in being a guardian but is more reserved and takes social cues into account - he is aware of his mates vulnerability and protects in a lot like how his parents do - meanwhile, Spider is just fucking feral

It takes a long time to teach Spider that he can't just go in like he has nothing to lose - there's a lot of self-worth arguments

However, this comes to head with neither being sure where they stand to announce the relationship. I imagine it wouldn't come out until it had to

in canon, this is the RDA capturing Spider

The RDA taking Spider is what ends with their relationship becoming public

Neteyam has to see his parents as mortal and imperfect while Spider is faced with the doubts on his self-worth and position in the family

Neither knows how to proceed but they fight like hell with something more to fight for than the original canon offers

Neteyam loses it when Spider is taken, he goes feral, fighting with all of Neytiri's spirit, and relies heavily on his parents and the childish belief that they can somehow fix it

I don't think he would realize there's no fixing it until they're with the Metkayina and Ao'nung is courting him

He would lose it, acting more and more like Lo'ak while being lost in his own internal whirlpool of self-doubts and questioning

If war didn't make him grow up then this does

He doesn't think he'll get Spider back until he sees him on the deck but at this point, he's just blindly following Jake - he's unanchored and confused and it is still Lo'ak who ultimately is the reason Spider comes home

As for his fate, I think Spider would have been closer to him. Neteyam would have grabbed him on instinct and been ducking lower to guard the more vulnerable of the two and missed the shot

Them getting home is like recovering from a breakup though

Spider spent the months more convinced than ever that he is unwanted and left astray

But he is also more aware of the emotional manipulation and more at peace with his dynamic with the Sullys so Quaritch doesn't have as much success with him

Despite his doubts festering, it's a sort of resignation that the things they felt for him isn't enough - not that they don't exist

Neteyam would have given him hope that he is a part of the family and made him feel something worth cherishing

Then the RDA comes and it's the resignation that everything is over and he's not going home

He's a lot more grim here

But the upside is that Nocorro is a lot of healing

They're with the Metkayina and helping one another remember their value - Spider in the family and Neteyam as his own person

They both need to be reminded that they're worthy of loving and that's what the months following ATWOW is filled with

Consequently, it's also how the duo become legitimate threats to the RDA

The protective rage they both feel with what was taken from them means they're ruthless - they become a lot more empowered to protect their homes and focus on building some place safe for their family

Ultimately they are a very love and family driven couple with the other slowly becoming their other half, they operate like an extension of themselves with a level of understanding no one else would have

Post-war would take a long time for them to settle but I think they both have similar desires again in just having a loving, safe place for their family to grow and to heal together

Honestly this couple is just very soft and very old married couple, like think the gays from The Last of Us that die together bro

[ind3cisive-cl0wn]

Iv put way too much though into an ace attorney au for dungeon meshi, and idk if this has been done before, but here's my take-

Chillchuck

Chillchuck would be a prosecutor - probably the Winston Payne of the au. He is smug and overconfident but loses his shit way too easily in court and lies/manipulates evidence (not that uncommon for aa prosecutors tbh but in a more overt way)-

Also he would need to stand on things to be tall enough to see over the table and I think that would be funny/ provide a good gimic for his character.

Marcille

Marcille would be the falsely accused but with kinda solid evidence for why they are being accused- she seems to have a proclivity to be in bad situations but I do not think she would actually kill anyone unless it was 100% valid and deserved + I think it was probably a wrong place wrong time situation and she was littraly just existing and found a crime scene and tried to take manners into her own hands wich made her 2000% more suspicious.

Laios

Laios would be a defense attorney that knows all of the material and what he's supposed to do in theory -but is over exited to use the knowledge and gets carried away and jumps to conclusions a bit to hastily

Falin

Falin would be the younger sidekick type characters that the aa protagonists always have that end up being very useful at keeping the protagonists (laios in this case) grounded and pointing out pretty obvious stuff they didn't get + her and marcellus can be childhood friends so in a case where marcellus is the defendant it can cause dynamics ++ her going missing could be an overarching plot

Kabru

Kabru would also be a prosecutor- probobly the main one- that kinda hated laios at first but they grow to kinda get along like they hang out outside of work but kabru still things he's a freak and keeps his work/confidentiality above there friendship (like a pheonix-edgeworth situation but with less gay undertones sorry laios x kabru enjoyers). He would be relitivly collected in the courtroom until laios said some unhinged shit that turns out to be correct somehow

Senshi

Senshi is the only one I can't figure out tbh I dont think he would be a prosecutor because that doesn't seem in character but I don't think he would be a defense attorney because he would think it's silly/not very affective- I genuinely just think he would hate the court system as a whole finding it unfair and under developed.

I could see him as a re-acuring side characters that comes up once in a while who just happens to be a key witness or comes to help in some way but idk.

Speed round for everyone else

- shuro is a witness that seems pretty confident in the testimony, and you only find contradictions on a technicality and/or small detail

- cithis is a prosecutor on par with von'carma (probably spelled that wrong) senior- aggressive and tries to end the case asap whatever the cost

- namari is a defense attorney that seems very put off at first but does what she can for her clients

- izutsumi is an unreliable witnes that ends up giving away vital info after being pressed enough

- mithrun barely survived an attempted murder and maizuru made you take his case

- sissel did a murder but feels justified (hell, he might even be justified depending on the case)

Plz note this theoretically would take place in an ace attorney style world that just happens to have multiple diffrent races so magic probobly would not be as common as in dungeon meshi but it's not off the table

[popculturebuffet]

Thomas the Tank Engine Retrospective: Series 5: Alec Baldwin Your Worthless (Comission for Lachey V)

Hello all you very useful engines and welcome back to my long retrospective look at Thomas the Tank Engine's golden age. It's hard to belive we're almost at the end. At least of this stretch. After this we only have one more part of this retrospective guaranteed.

The rest is up in the air: Lachey is considering seasons 6 and 7 and i'm considering the rest of the movies, the two more recent series.. seeing where the franchise has been as of late. But whatever wind blows I doubt I'll ever be free of the railway series and i'm okay with that. It can get boring at times binging 25 episodes of a childrens show, and belivie me it does, but the weird highs, production values, and endless material make up for it.

So for series 5 the good Rev Awdry had passed. It was a sad day: While I joke about his weird hatred of Henry being happy.. because it's fun, the guy did have a creative spirit and most of the eps up to this point came from his imagination. We woudln't have Thomas without him.

So with that this is the first season to simply go for all orginal stories. Some were based on real stories by David Maidment, who worked with the railway children charity and had shared some stories while asking the show to donate. They brought him on as a railway consultant, their last one for over a decade. Guess the others wanted to brick Henry back up or something.

Series 5.. is one of the best of the series and probably my faviorite. I've said that before but while it has plenty of the bollocks I love from this fine franchise, the stories are generally really well done and creative children's tales: While their kept acurate to a railway, these tales have more fun with character and it's a bit easier to keep track of who everyone is personality wise compared to previous seasons. It mixes "trains get punished for their hubris stories" with some more adventurous stories: we get a hunt for a lost castle, stepny nearly getting smelted, Percy getting stuck as a runaway, Henry plunging into the sea, and as a finale, a giant sapient bolder trying to murder our heroes

It gives the series something it needed more of: variety. While stupid train children getting punished for their hubris will never leave this franchise on penalty of death, it's nice to break from that and these types of stories play better to an older audience, which while good for the grown ass man who has to watch all these is also good for kids as they might stick with thomas longer if the stories keep their intrest. The messages it teaches are still valid, you just gotta throw a little razzle dazzle in there once in a while. It's why Owl House wrapped a fairly important message about religoius dogma and societal othering around magic, shipping and an owl tube.

This season also shifts things as this is the last time Micheal Angelis did his voice... and the first of two times someone else did in the use. Ladies, gentleman, they's, thems, and that beautiful rainbow in between I submit the glory that is Alec Baldwin narrating Thomas the Tank Engine.

WIth George Carlin retiring the US needed a new voice. Unlike Carlin who largely stuck to the style Ringo Starr and Michael Angelis used, with the voices being kind of samey, Alec Baldwin tried to give each character a unique voice. The idea.. is actually good. It's something the sreies needed and it makes the engines more distinct.

In practice though.. it's very clearly Alec, while a talented actor and terrible, TERRIBLE husband and father... has a pretty limited voice range. Some like Thomas or Toppam Hat, are fine. But then we get the bizzare ones and man oh man are they fun: Gordon and Henry sound like the dumbest cavemen he could imagine, which works for Gordon as he is the biggest idiot ever, but is weird for Henry who while proud never came off as an overly proud brick wall like his buddy. He's the one who gets put behind brick walls.

Then we have other ones like James who has a camp gay voice. There's .. no other way to describe it. Alec just used his sterotypical camp lispy gayman voice he kept in reserve because it was the late 90s, and it somehow works. We also get weird one offs , so many, from his ATTEMPT at doing a woman voice for Lady Hatt, to annie and clarabell being suddenly southren, to a cockney accent for Stepny. It's VERY obvious the show simply had too many voices for Alec's range and he pulled out every stupid acent, every inflectoin and every steroptype he had to make due.

I can however give him credit that.. at least he tried. He genuinely cared. He also had a sense of humor about the james thing

Granted the way they frame it is very... 2000's, but I can give him credit for acknowldging "yeah... yeahhhhh".

So with that let's settle in for a very Alec Baldwin Thomas the Tank Engine under the cut

1 . Cranky Bugs It's a new season and that means a new asshole to harass our stupid train children. In this case it's Cranky

Who i'm still not convinced isn't THIS Cranky in a lovematic grandpa situation. At any rate this Cranky/That Cranky is a crane whose also an asshole.. granted about 2/3 of the cast could be described as "(insert vechile) whose also an asshole". In his case he tries bossing the trains around, and Gordon and James don't help by agreeing with him, causing incidents. As is the natural order of things, god punishes Cranky for his hubris, with Thomas and Percy saving him. While he's still a racist crack ballon, he's no longer dominating.

2. Horrid Lorries

Cranky has learned absolutely nothing and taunts the trains about being replaced with Lorries. Which i'll give the us dub of thomas as I assumed, this being american they'd pull a 4kids and redub the british terms. But nope. Alec Baldwin uses all the british terms you'd expect, which felt weird at first, but I got used to and i'm happy they didn't try to half assedly take away one of the core parts of the show. Kids.. kids aren't dumb enough to need to think that every show takes place IN AMERICA.

Anyways some Lorries show up, are assholes, get smited for their hubris, and i've seen this sort of thing before. They vow vengance though so I can't wait for the sequel: The Lorries Strike Back.... annnnd looking at the wiki their only seen in this one episode.

3. A View for Gordon Gordon gets tangled in some stuff and plows through a wall. You can only imagine my joy. That said this is a solid one: gordon complains about the view at the new station.. and some shenanigans send him THROUGH a wall. And to the Fat Controller's credit he dosen't finish putting gordon through a fucking wall but instead just puts a nice window there. IT's also nice to have a story where Gordon isn't a complete tool just about 50 percent of one.

4. Lady Hatt's Birthday

This is both one of my faviorites for the season and the series in general. It's Sir Topham Hatt's birthday. Aka the Fat Controler Aka Jimmy the Reach. It's a simple fun romp as he tries to get to his wife's birthday party. Also he has a wife now. and kids. Human ones not just his stupid train children. It's just a bunch of fun slapstick as he falls in mud. I've seen this plot before but it's thomas the tank engine: it's introducing kids to this plot. it gets a pass. It's something diffrent from the usual hubris and the ending is sweet as she dosen't raise a fuss over him being so dirty. She just wants to get dirty. And on that horrifying mental image..

5. James and the Trouble With Trees James nearly gets murdered by a tree to be punished for his hubris. I honestly forgot that part of the plot. James also throws a fit about not getting to pull the special express. I will say I do like Thomas rescuing him, for once NOT rubbing the days lesson in his enemy's face. It shows he's a good guy.

6. Gordon and the Gremlin: Gordon is a dick, we get jokes about Gremlins but sadly no actual gremilns. We do meet Toppham Hatt's mother. Also if your curious I'm using his actual name more.. because the shows using it more. It used fat controller before but this season with more of his family appearing they've switched to just calling him Sir Toppham hat. I of course will alternate between their hilarious crass first name and the more respectiable second because i'm a smart and mature adult. And because it's funny.

7. Bye George!

George the racist Steamroller is back... I honestly forgot he existed. But he provides a fun one that I forgot was as fucked up as it was. So George is tearing up some railway and being a racist monster who wants to kill all trains and railways, is delighed. He tars up some to trip up thomas.. but then fucks up by blocking duck... which causes Gordon , who'd already been approved to pass to crash into the guy and murder a car. Shockingly not only was Gordon's first murder unintetional but he feels bad about it... granted it comes off like a large reason for it is he's worried about what his angry fat controlling god will do to him, but the Fat Controller knows it wasn't his fault and will tear the ass off whoever it is. So George is forced to work in lumber for a week, both a shockingly lenient sentence and a fitting one. He's gotten soft in his old age.. do characters here age?

8. Baa! A ram eat's the fat controller's hat. That's about all that's really intresting here. I do like the idea: a station decorating contest but execution wise it's just sorta there. Still a ram ate a man's hat which is more than I can say for other bog standard thomas episodes

9. Put Upon Percy Percy's trucks are assholes and nearly cause him to get killed in a mine collapse. And it's sentences like this that remind me WHY I do this series, pay aside. I also grew to like Percy this season as he grew out of being just "thomas 2" being more of a whiner, but in a relatable way.

10. Toby and the Flood

This one.. dear god. Okay so Toby is sent to inspect a dam. Simple enough.. but then it floods. Again simple enough... while Toby is on a rickiety bridge sending toby up river. This is another faviorite mostly because the sense of tension is real. I genuinley thought Toby could die, and given this series attitude toward death and not being bound by the books it easily could've happened. Granted Toby Toys are still being made I think, so he's thankfully invunerable as long as he has merch, but it's still a pretty harrowing episdoe and the effects work is top notch. how they pulled off an ep this ambitious I have no idea. Probably experince working with water from Tugs.

11. Haunted Henry This episode is dripping with atmosphere is Henry is hautned by a ggghost that turns out to be an old man instead who tried to warn Henry's crew who wouldn't listen. A nicely spooky episode, helped by me seeing it during spooky season. Spoo-ky!

12. Teething Troubles We get a new disel, another one whose entirley friendly. The twins are around and both sound like scratch from adventures of sonic the hedgehog for some reason. That's.. really all this episode has. We've seen a friendly disel before. WE've seen the twins being assholes before. The only thing we haven't seen is Alec Baldwin doing his best stratchy voiced robo chicken.

13. Stepney Gets Lost

Should be "Stepny almost dies". This is another one of those more adventurey stoires I mentioned, as on his way back from working at the quarry, Stepny gets lost and things esclate quickly as two disels, arry and bert, kidnap him, assuming him to be scrap and put him in the smelting shed, where h'es clawed. Stepny VERY NEARLY dies, the second near death in only 4 episodes, and it's incredibly tense. It's only thanks to the Fat Controller getting there just in time the poor guy life. I do like the FC in this one as he's nicer: he gave Stepny the assignment in the first place because he needed a change of scenery. I prefer this later characterization of a guy whose firm.. but also will do nice stuff for his stupid train children over the angry abusive god he was early on. He's still got SOME shady aspects, but he's mostly nice.. just like modern day god.

14. Toby's Discovery This is another personal faviorite and another classic, as Toby is taken by the Hatt's on an expedition to find an old castle someone found on a map. The concept itself is fun but the idea is also great. finding the castle is real easy, they just follow the line bu tthe visuals are beautiful and the castle itself looks fantastic. We also get a nice little ghost story as Toby hears rumors of a ghost.. but it's just Betram, a new engine.. or is he? My fan theory is that Betram, a narrow gage engine whose a fan of Toby's, is actually Smudger. While he has Smudger's face simply because he's a refit of duke with a diffrent face, it'd make sense: it wouldn't be the first time a train was replaced or the first time a train got refitted and Smudger WAS missing. It's better than the idea that the poor guy died rusting to death so i'm going with it. Smudger is reborn bitches!

15. Something in the Air

Henry takes some asshole pills and thus rushes into his assigment.. despite thomas trying to warn him some track had eroded, leading him into a lake. Once again, top notch water effects.

16. Thomas, Percy and Old Slow Coach Now we'r eback to some old fashioned messed up Thomas the Tank Engine logic as Thomas and Percy meet an old engine named , and I swear to train jesus this is true, Old Slow Coach.

Now if you thought the name was bad... your right but it gets worse: turns out she's due to be scrapped.. and they just HAVEN'T GOTTEN TO IT. And as we find out later she's in the fat controller's jursdiction. Look am I suprised the fat controller has done some train murders? yes. Do I think he has saw traps but for trains? also yes. Do I think he mentored John Kramer? Of course. But did I think he scrapped his trains. No I can't say I did.

So our heroes try to think of a way to save her. Luckily for once the angry train god that choo choos his way through this universe and decides to use his smiting powers for good.. I mean mostly. He does casually blow james up for no reason. Maybe Train Jesus was working out his homophobia still. At any rate another fire breaks out with some workman's quarters and Thomas and Percy suggest OSC replace them. Granted it's as TEMPORARY lodgings.. but given a disaster occurs on Sodor once every few episodes, crisis housing will always be needed. Horay!

17. Thomas and the Rumors The children's playground dies and since there isn't a kind old man rethinking his life as he dies from cancer to fight for it, the Fat Controller is using Harold to survey. The trains think he's replacing them, it gets in Thomas' head, their wrong as usual, Thomas learns not to gossip, next.

18. Oliver's Find: Oliver ends up down an old branch line and finds a house the Fat Controller decides to make into a rest spot. I forgot who oliver is between seasons. Next.

19. Happy Ever After This is a fun one. Not much to mock really: A bride is getting married on sodor and needs her bridal package, i.e. something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue. So the fat controller uses his engines to fill in. IT's a really sweet, fun little episode. In the spirit of it, and since i'm not using an image for EVERY episode this time, i'm going to try do this challenge. okay something old

Cocaine with sunglasses, a gag I haven't used in some time Something borrowed

Somone Else's running gag. Something new?

My new oc, Fred the Murder Engine and for something blue

A wholesome marge simpson meme. Woo nailed it. next!

20. Sir Topham Hatt's Holiday

Hey hey hey it's fat controller's vacation. Lady Hatt complains about a suddenly southren annie and clarabelle but is fine after their cleaned. The real show is that FC has Harold take his family to his country place.. and it takes FOUR DAYS TO GET THERE. FOUR DAYS. Does.. does harold Need fuel? did he stop? did they ever stop? where on sodor is only accesible by plane 4 days away? The logistics here will forever haunt me, just like a bi plane haunts the hats. Solid enough episode.

21. Percy's Surprise Percy is burnt out working in the coal mines so naturally his trucks, who haven't fufilled their seasonly attempted murder quota, break one of his cables. What follows is a thrilling ep as percy nearly murders everyone and can't stop. IT's geninely tense with me worried for Percy's safetey and everyone elses as he barely survivies. top notch episode.

22. Make Someone Happy James wants to make people happy, takes Ms Kyndly to see her sister after her transport gets derailed.. not literally for achange. A genuinely sweet little tale. 23. Toad Goes Backwards Toad, the tram train is tired of going forwards. his trucks are dicks, as is their nature, and push him forward so he can't help but nearly run everyone over. like the percy one this is thrilling and I was genuinely worried toad would die. Again I know these trains won't die as long as they have merchandise but whose buying toad merch I ask you? Me. I will. Hook me up.

24. Duncan Gets Spooked

This one sure did happen. And Duncan sure did get scared. And I sure do not care. Next

25. Snow

Scarlowe gets caught up in snow, he really hates the snow. He just needs a song and I think I have just th eone for him.

Also holy shit it took me several decades, and at least a good one and a half since I became a fan of his via garfield to realize that was Lou motherfucking Rawls. This dude is awesome and to help convince you , here's the muppets

... as you can probably guess I don't have much for this one. It's fine and the snow looks fantastic. They've really stepped up their game this season and season 4 had also done it. It just gets prettier each season. Anyways now for our finale... and this one I can't stop thining about

26. Rusty and the Bolder

Okay this one.. is an all time classic and the first Thomas Finale that's felt like a season finale. While my playlist on youtube had snow last i'm going with the wiki. So a giant bolder is precariously perched on a mountain.. it also ocasoinally has an ominus HAUNTING stone face. It's genuinely unsettling.. and then it gets free and proceeds to slasher villian stalk EVERY SINGLE TRAIN IT CAN. No really it nearly runs into most of the lines trains. Thomas gave us a slasher film with a bolder hunting trains. A TRAIN MURDERNIG BOULDER. see this is what gets me up in the morning: while I love writing about really good stuff.. sometimes I just love bizzare nonsense and Thomas is a mixture of geninely good children's entertainment and morbid bizzare nonsense. I'll miss this show whenever i'm done I swear.

This was one of the most fun episodes i've watched and ends with Toppham hat isolating boulder.. but he will hunt again.. HE WILL HUNT AGAIN. HE WILL HU...

So that does it for this season. All in all one of the series best it's just some episodes I really don't have much to say and others are attempted boulder murder. It's a show I dearly love on some level by this point

Next Time: THE MOVIE. is it any good.. i'll see. Will it at least have alec baldwin? Can confirm. Thanks for reading.

[librarybunny13]

Kinda pissed

This has not been an easy year. Hell, my life fall apart back in March. The 28th to be acurate.

So my epilepsy has returned and boy is it pissed that I went four years off of all meds without a single seizure. But as all epileptics say, "Fuck Epilepsy". I was in the hospital for 3 or 4 days. With a woman going through alchol withdrawls who took out her IVS and everything else and peed and pooped and layed in her head and then escaped to the bathroom. Once that was over with, my bad luck contuined.

I had to have a doctor's note to go back to work. My general doctor said not until you talk to a neurologist. I said fine. But also told the doctor that I had no epilepsy medications. He said not to worry I cuold get into a neurologist in 2 days and be on meds and I would be fine.

First doctor appointment I could get was 3 weeks away. I said fine, I have lots of vacation time! My mom drives me to the appointment, I have a seizure right there in the parking lot. The neurologist refuses to see me and tells me mom to take me to the ER. Already been there and they refuse to give me medication. Bitch give me a presciption and I'm out of here. No diec. And honestly, all I did was look around confused as all get out.

Second doctor appointment for a neur........3 weeks away. Fine. My vacation days are slipping away, but I can handle it. The day my mom starts driving me to this place an hour away we get a phone call. Doctor called in because of a family emergency.

Third appointment, another 3 week wait. Fine. First meds he puts me on has me vomiting like in the movie Stand By Me. So after the vomiting does not stop after he asked me to wait for 2 weeks, and the fact that I develop a rash and literally scratched until I bled on my back of all places, he gives me another drug. But he tells me to be careful because these are super strong drugs and they have "street value" and I might be robbed if anyone knows I have them. Fine I take them.

First time I take one I'm okay. I take 1 for 1 week, then he moves me up to 2 a day. One at night and one in the morning. Then 2 in the morning and 1 at night, then 2 during the day and 2 at night. The next day at work, one of the bosses calls an ambulance because she says I'm acting weird. I admit, that moring I took a little cough medicine, not even a full dose. And that's how I ended up at the hospital again.They let me go after 2 days.

A month later I'm at work, I'm running some old library books to the front desk. Next thing I know someone is standing over me, "Do you know who I am?" I shake my head no. I'm literally looking at you with my blind eye. I can barely see a thing. Oh look, they called 911 again. And off I am carted to the hospital, against my wishes. But I admit I tried to call my mom, but couldn't figure out how to use the phone. They let me go after 4 hours.

My neuro decides I need MORE medication. So he gives me another one. Now I'm taking 5 epilepsy pills in the morning and 5 at night.

Epilepsy pills are known for giving brain fogs , making you forget everything, and for some people, making you want to suicide. So I know run around work and forget what I'm doing. Or better yet, forget the names of things..........like what a pencil is called.

I'm keeping a journal because my new shrink said to give it a try for some CBT - cognitive behavior therapy. And I told him in the beginning, I have tried that before, it DOES NOT HELP WITH THE DEPRESSION. Heck, it makes it worse. Look, I saw this shrink 2 times then he moved out of state. (because of course he did)

So now I have a system, where were you on the suicide scale today, 1-10. And no I will not kill myself. I promised my mother I would not hurt myself again until she was dead. And now I kinda have to take care of dad. So even if mom dies, I still have to take care of dad (deaf and blind and lots of other medical issues). I fear I will make it to my 60s.

At the same time I got a new diabetic doctor. He gave me 2 meds. One was ozempic. He told me just to get past the first 4 weeks. That I was fat, and it would help with that and help with my diabetes. I was all, I've taken meds my whole life I'll be fine. I couldn't move out of the bed. I got dizzy. Two weeks in, I tell my mom what was going on. At one point I just stopped eatting for 4 days. Then I had a yogurt. I had to drag myself down the stairs in stages. Literally my mom drove ten hours and brought me to her summer home. She forced me to eat at least one yogurt or soup a day. We tried calling the diabetic doctor, but he had quit his job and moved to Ohio. Because of course he did! So we had to find another diabetic doctor. And of course the wait list was forever. And he thinks I should be on these medications. So he refuses to change them, even when I end up vomiting in a trash can.

At the same time I'm going to a cardiologist. He decides I'm not having seizures. That I have too much blood pressure meds and takes me off them cold turkey. The hospital people think that the time I was half drunk off cough medicine that the blood was leaving my head because I was standing up. ANd he also thinks it's because of the medicine the diabetic doctor is giving me. Not the ozempic, the other one. Angry notes and phone calls are written between the two. They each decide the other doctor is wrong.

Did I mention I used up four months worth of vacation leave before I got a doctoe note to go back to work? Four MONTHS. ANd at one point my job just stopped giving me money. I ended up asking mom for a loan.

So I'm already sick. I was suppose to go to Spain for my cousin's wedding. Didn't get to go. Was super pissed. Since I don't have Any time left I also missed the family reunion that we only have every four years. And did I mention, during all of thiss, my cousin's 22 year old daughter decides to show up. She's here to take a class At Georgia Tech in English. I love Monica, I really do. Bit I haven't been able to drive because no driving once epilepsy comes back. At my house I was just walking to Walmart. At my mom's house there's nothing around. So I have to find a way to bring my lunch to work. For those of you wondering, there is a lunch thief. Also are fridges are not that clean or young.

Anyhow, Monica is taking my car to the beach and stuff. Good for her. Until I actually she her at the beach. Look, people think she's 12 because of the way she looks. She's tiny, petite. Her shoe size is 5. I'm glaring at all the old men out there looking at her like she's a steak dinner.

So the lifeguard blows his whistle and puts up the red flag. We were about to get in the water. So I ask him what does the red flag mean. "Shark" he says. So I tell my cousin. She says, "ah, okay" goes down the beach a bit so the lifeguard can't see her and just goes in the ocean anyhow. And I'm all like, "What the fuck?!" SO I chase in after her. If she got bitten, my cousin would KILL me and all of Florida. We actually saw the shark, just a small one. But she swims towards the shark. At this point I'm starting to think that I must be dreamng. What kind of idiot goes up to try to pet a shark?! Luckily the shark wims away terrified of my cousin.

Is it done? Oh no, the lifeguard now puts up the flag for jellyfish. And I have to chase her as she chases the jelly fish. She claims Florida jellyfish don't sting as badly as the Spainish ones. I'm like......how do I get her out of the ocean. Well the sun starts setting and I tempt her with another pina colda. That's how I got her out of the ocean.

Then my mom decides I'm well enough and leaves me alone with her for like 2 weeks so she can get her chemo. At this point Monica is kinda panicing. She had to do a test to figure out which English class to put her in. She got 6 out of 7 so she did great. But she thinks she's going to be the dumbest peron there and gets all blue. I'm an introvert. I need my alone time. But I took her to a street with bars and dancing. Yuck, I hate dancing. ANd this calmed her down, especially after all the phone numbers she got from the local guys.

Did I mention the medications that I'm taking are destroying my one good eye? So soon I might be totally blind. It's lke a fog sometimes shows up and I know no one else can see it. So I'm not sure I can do storytime. I'm gonna ask my eye doctor next time I see him. (I get steroid shots in my eyes once a month).

And the newest drama. The car wreck on March 28th? I was served papers. Two of the people are sueing me for 100,000 each. My anxiety is through the roof.

If you got this far, thank you for reading my word vomit.

I am so depressed and anxious and tired. I feel like I'm going to explode

[glassartpeasants]

Imagine if Kai fell in love with pop’s daughter and he’s extremely delusional that their destined to be together that he ticks her into marrying him and when she realizes her mistake she’s pregnant

This ask is so beautiful, thank you so much. We all love Kai being a delusional idiot.

@zuffer-weird-girl I thought this went pretty well with the pictures so might as well kill two birds with one stone :> ~~~

Title: Cherry Blossom

Yandere!Overhaul x F!Reader Warnings: Angst, fluff, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of sexual acts, gore, blood, murder, slight nsfw A/N I tried looking for how old overhaul was when he was taken in but i couldn’t find anything so im just gonna go say that he’s 6. Sorry for the time skips at the end, i wanted to finish this by tonight and was running my creativity dry trying to finish it. ~~~ As you waited in the garden for your father to come back from his walk you sat in your favorite tree and read your favorite book. You must have read it so many times that you know each word by heart. “Here my boy i want you to meet someone.” You heard your fathers voice coming into the garden and you looked down and saw him walking with a boy the same age as you. “Hi father! Who’s that?” You laughed as you looked at them from the branch you sat on. Your pigtails moving as your head titled to the side. “Well this is Kai Chisaki. He will be living with us now! Kai this is my daughter (y/n).” You waved hi in the tree as you smiled down at the boy. The boy looked up at you with a lazy gaze before his eyes widen when he saw you truly.

The sunshine that glowed through the branched and leaves of the cherry blossom tree gave you a heavenly look to you. The sunshine outlining your being, you smiling down at him gave you this angelic persona. “H-Hi...” Was all he could say before you jumped from the tree and ran to give him a hug. “Finally! I have someone to play with!” You giggled as you kept your arms wrapped around him.

“Now now, Kai here doesn’t like being touched. Clean freak here.” He could feel your arms leave him quickly and before he could bask in your warmth once more you had backed up and apologized for hugging him. “Sorry about that Chisaki! I didn’t know. Wait do you have a quirk?” Your question annoyed him but his tiny heart kept bumping in his chest. “Yes...” Was all he said before you crossed your arms and pouted. Fearing he did something wrong he went to speak but pops had beat him to it. “Now (y/n), i know it sucks that you don’t have a quirk but hey at least you got Chisaki to always protect you right my boy?” Yes he would. ~~~ 5 years later Kai sat in the living room watching you intently as you concentrated on your homework. Your hair in a messy bun to keep it out of your face as your eyes were glued to the paper.

“Ugh Kai can you please help me? This is hard!” You whine while looking at him with those puppy eyes. He had let you call him Kai cause you needed to be able to say his name before you got married. Yes he knew he was still young, but that gave him plently of time to plan the wedding!

“Uh Kai?” Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

“Yeah sure.” He kept his straight face so you wouldn’t know his feelings for you just yet. It had to be the perfect time.

“Thanks Kai!” You give him a light hug making him freeze and have a light pink spread across his face.

“Okay...um..what do you need help with?”

~~~

3 years later

Kai growled as he saw you hanging out with the new boy. What was so cool about that disgusting quirk filled verm? He was going to taint you, take away your perfect pure form.

“Dude, you done burning holes in the back of his head?” Hari’s voice grabbed his attention. Hari was a friend he met in 3rd grade (don’t actually know if thats acurate but bare with me) He was one of the only people he could stand besides you.

“He’s trying to take (y/n) away from me.” His voice went a note lower as he watched you talk to him like you’ve known each other for years.

“Their such a cute couple don’t you think?” Kai snapped his neck towards a random girl who was fawning over the ‘cute’ scene in front of her.

“What?” Kai said trying to keep his composure.

“Oh didn’t you hear? He asked her out and now they started dating! Their so cute together!” The girl giggled before running off to her friends leaving Kai in a state of seeing only red.

“...Uh Kai, I’m seeing a face on you that concerns me.” Hari says as he see’s his friend seething with anger.

“How dare he?”

“What?”

“How dare that disgusting pig steal what’s rightfully mine.” The rumble from Kai’s voice made Hari realize that Kai wasn’t fucking around.

“She belongs to me, she was mine the day I met her.” Kai’s hands were shaking with anger as he looked at the two of you smiling.

“Well what are you going to do about it?”

“There’s only one way to make sure that Angel stays all mine.” Hari raised an eyebrow at Kai who turned and looked at him.

“We kill him.”

~~~

That Night

Kai had planted a note in that boys locker, saying it was from you and to meet him by the Cherry Tree in the park to ‘talk’.

After waiting a few minutes, hiding in the branches of the Cherry Tree, the boy finally shows up to the park walking towards the tree.

Kai watched as his target go right under the branch he was hiding, looking for you.

Kai jumped from the branch and landed on top of the kid before placing his fingers on the boys face, making him explode into nothing but blood on the grass.

Kai looked down at his dead rival with a derranged look in his eyes as his smile covered his face. Little blood droplets going down his face landing on his clothes which were already soaked in blood making Kai scratch at his arms. Trying to make the hives go away.

“Angel is mine and will always be mine...”

~~~

The next day

“Kai did you hear! (R/N) went missing last night! No one can find him!” You ran up to him worried as you looked around paranoid.

“Really? That’s unfortunate.” Kai was lucky enough that his mask that he wore covered his smug smile. Of course he went missing, that filth could be around his perfect angel.

“What if he was kidnapped?! We could be next for all we know!” You shook in your spot before jumping onto Kai holding onto him tightly to try and hide your scared expression from him.

“Don’t worry an-(y/n), no one will hurt you as long as im around.” He let out a sigh of relief. He almost called you his angel. Well yes you were but the first time he wanted to call you that was when he would confess to you.

“You really mean it?” You looked up at him with your (e/c) eyes hoping he was serious. 

“Of course I would never let anything happen to you.”

Angel

~~~

Ya’ll are in your twenties now

Kai sat in his office at the Shie Hassakai base, looking through the paperwork that seemed to be never ending. His pen hitting the table as he tries to think on anything other then you. 

You plagued his mind every day. Ever since that filth tried to take you away from him, he was always paranoid that someone was gonna take you away from him. He would often day dream of a little family with you. Kai wasn’t much for kids but they would be pure just like her. 

He would sit for hours at his desk thinking about what it would be like to see you walk down that isle. To be married to him. That way once your married, you would never ever be able to leave him. He would make sur-

“Hey Kai! I was gonna watch a movie by myself but I thought maybe you wanted to watch one with me?” Kai’s cheeks light up in happiness as the thought of you next to him made him overwhelmed with joy.

“Sure.”

~~~

You both sat at the couch while watching a movie you had picked out. Kai usually wasn’t a fan of horror but if it meant getting cuddles by  you he was willing to do so.

“I can’t believe you haven’t even jumped yet! Did you already watch this movie?” You crossed your arms and pouted.

“No. Why would i rewatch a movie I have already seen?”

“Fair point I guess, h you’ll never believe what happened!” You said as you looked up at Kai squealing.

“What?”

“Someone asked me out on a date! I met him when i was getting groceries!” You smile at him waiting for a response. 

“Really....” You didn’t notice the danger in his voice as you kept talking about this one disgusting filth that dared to ask you out.

Was he gonna have to take care of the trash again? Yes. He would do anything for his angel. And he was gonna have her all to himself.

No matter the consequences...

~~~

Kai slowly walked behind you as you made your way to said date. He couldn’t let you go wandering off by yourself could he? No. You were quirkless, you NEEDED him. And he needed you so it all played out.

There was no room for anyone else in the picture.

Kai quickly hid in a nearby alley waiting and watching for your ‘date’ to show up, just so he could see what he looks like.

And to get some info on him and how he should go about killing the trash.

He watched you from far away as the tiniest gust of wind blew your hair a little bit making Kai smile as you try to put it back into place while forming a small pout. He could watch you all day. Your (h/c) hair shinning as it caught the attention of the sun.

He noticed that you were looking around a lot as well as looking on your phone. He raised and eyebrow before remembering that your date was suppose to be here at 2.

It was 3.

He had spent so much time watching you that the day went by fast. Not that he was complaining of course. He enjoyed watching you, but what he didn’t enjoy was you crying.

You had gotten up from your seat and started taking off in his direction.

‘Nows my chance!’

“Oh hey (y/n), what happened?”

“He stood me up..” You say as tears streamed down your face. Kai looked at you and couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit of lust.

The way your eyes were watering made his mind run wild with unholy thoughts of you on your knees sucking him off, looking up at him while tears streamed down your face as you gagged around his-

“Kai?” You ripped him of his lustful thoughts making him look down at you. You hugged him tightly burying your face into his chest.

“Yes?” He replied trying to hid his lust.

“Am I just that ugly that no one wants me?” You looked up at him, your tears staining his shirt. He looked at you with softness in his features but anger in his body.

How dare some low life filth make his angel feel bad about themselves. That trash will deserve anything that Kai gives him.

“No, your not. You are beautiful. A very beautiful angel.” Your eyes teared up before you hooked your arms around his neck and buried your face.

“Thank you Kai.”

~~~ 

7 months later

Kai stood at the alter watching you as you walked down the aisle. Your white dress hugged your body perfectly, letting his imagination run wild.

Once you stepped onto the alter he knew that once this was over he was gonna claim you. Make sure that you never ever leave him again.

And claim you he did

~~~

1 month later

You sat at your bed that you shared with Kai. A happiness filled your entire being as you looked down at the pregnancy test. A positive pregnancy test.

You get up and jump up and down in excitement. Oh how happy Kai will be right! He would make a great father! He loves you so much so why wouldn’t he love his child.

You couldn’t wait to tell pops either! He had been away for awhile so you couldn’t wait to tell him the good news when he got back!

Pops had been gone for about 4 months. He sadly missed your wedding but Kai said that pops wished he could be there.

You smile as you grab some clothes out of your closet and proceeded to put some on, not dressing fancy but in comfortable clothes.

You open the door of your room before skipping in the hallways of the compound. Your feet making a pitter patter noise like the sounds of children’s feet.

Wait children?

You turn around and see a little girl no more than 6 running as fast as she could towards you. You run towards her as well worried as you saw her arms and legs covered in bandages.

“Woah, woah, sweetie. What’s wrong?”

“Please help me...he..he hurts me...” Your eyes go wide as you grab the trembling child in your hands before picking her up and running in the compound trying to find a random room so you could talk to the little girl alone.

You open one room and close the door, locking it before turning it around and gasping at the sight you saw.

Your dear father lying on a hospital bed. IV’s hooked up to him. He looked terrible. You go over towards your father with the little girl in your hands as tears run down your face. You held your fathers cheek with your remaining hand before you turn to the child and set her down.

“Who’s hurting you sweetie? I promise I will make them pay-”

“It...it was mister Overhaul... he uses me as a lab rat. He’s the one who put my grandpa in a coma!” The little girl cried into your arms. You soon realized that this was your niece. You father told you of a older daughter he had that left so long ago.

“Who’s Overhaul baby?” You say as your grip on her tightens as you try your best to comfort her.

“He..wears a black or beak like mask and wear a really ugly green coat-”

“Kai...” You covered your mouth as more tears run down your face as you and the little girl both sob into each others arms.

“What’s...your name little one?”

“Eri...” You rub her back as you try to calm her down, her sobs getting quieter as she soon felt relaxed in your arms.

“Thats such a pretty name you know.” You say as you rub her scalp.

“Thank you-”

“(y/n) have you seen-” You and Eri both stop as you both look in horror at the man in front of you.

Kai- no Overhaul stood above you both watching as your grip on Eri tightened and you looked at him with hateful eyes.

“What in the absoulte hell is wrong with you?! How could you put my father in a coma?! He took you in when no one else would! And how dare you use this little girl as a lab rat! She’s a child Kai! How can I expect you to take care of our child when you can’t even take care of Eri!” you shut your mouth quickly. Fear coursed through your veins as you felt Eri shake in your arms.

“Your...pregnant?” Kai looked down at the scene in front of him. 

This wasn’t suppose to happen. You were suppose to never find out about Eri, he was going to tell a little lie to you about pops but you were never suppose to find out about her.

“Let me explain angel-”

“No! NO I will not let you explain! Your hurting a child Kai! What has she done to deserve this?!” You scream at him holding Eri as tight as you could before you felt her be whisked away from your arms. You turn your head to the side to see Hari holding Eri in his arms.

“Not you too.” You hiccuped. Hari said nothing only looking away from your sorrowful gaze.

“Bring Eri back into her room. I have business to take care of.” Hari nodded before walking away. You tried to get up and grab him from his arms but were only met with a pair of strong arms wrapped around your chest.

“I can’t having you leave me (y/n). I know you’ll see what im doing is right in the future.” You go to scream at him only to feel a sharp pain in your neck.

“Did..did you just drug me?!” You yell as you begin to fade in and out of consciousness. 

“I’m doing what’s best for you. And if that means locking you away so you’ll never leave me then that’s a chance I’m willing to take.” Which was the last thing you heard before you fell into darkness.

“I love you my angel~”

[obxsummer]

The Card // The Pogues

word count: 1.1k

pairing: platonic!core four x carrera!reader, slight jj x reader if you take it that way

warnings: none!

summary: planning pope’s birthday gift should not be taking so long, but in all honesty, the boys keep distracting you and your hand’s aching from all the writing so it’s up to kiara to keep you all on track.

requests: 1) hello! something about reader having adhd? ty || 2) you know what i really need? kiara x sister! reader shit 🥺

a/n: i’m sorry this literally sucks ass i had severe writer’s block. i tried to do some research on adhd and how it affects someone’s daily life so i apologize if this isn’t acurate. if there’s anything you guys would like me to change, please send me a message! also i combined these requests because i thought they kinda went well together

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The sun peeked through the blinds, slowly waking you from the slumber you were enjoying. With a groan you rolled away from the bright light to hopefully catch a few more hours of sleep, but you weren’t going to get that.

“Oh, good! You’re awake. Come on, we’re making Pope’s birthday present today,” Kiara’s voice was loud as she entered your room and flicked the lights on, ending any hopes of extra rest for the day.

“Seriously, Kie?” You huffed and threw a pillow over your head. “Just give me a few more minutes.”

“Nope!” She smiled and grabbed the pillow, tossing it aside as she pulled your hand. “Rise and shine, sister dearest.”

You finally got your feet under you after a moment of trying to wake yourself up fully. Kiara exited the room, mumbling something about breakfast as you moved into the bathroom to start getting ready for the day.

Unplugging your phone, you turned the shower on before scrolling through your social media while you waited for the water to warm up. You laughed at a few posts, sending various ones to the other pogues before you glanced at the time.

10:25

You had been on your phone for well over half an hour with the mirror now foggy and Kiara yelling at you to hurry up. Deciding a shower would have to wait, you quickly rushed through the rest of your morning routine before hopping down the stairs where your sister was waiting with her keys. Shaking her head, she walked out to her car with you following.

After picking up John B and JJ, the four of you made your way to the local diner for some yummy breakfast, Kiara’s treat as motivation for the day. Sitting next to JJ, your eyes scanned the menu for what you would get, even though you ended up with pancakes every single time.

“Y/N, you good?” JJ nudged your leg with his own as you stared at the laminated paper in your hand.

Shaking your head, you sat back against the cushions. “Yeah, sorry, I just zoned out.” You set the menu down before looking at your friends. “What’s our goal for Pope’s gift?”

Kiara unfolded her metal straw before shoving it in her cup. “I’m thinking about a series of things. Like we could do a bunch of inside jokes with a sign and just have everything tie together?”

“You do realize that I’m poor as shit, right?” JJ interrupted as he leaned forward on his elbows. “I mean, come on. I’ll steal him a pack of beer and we’ll call it a night.”

You rolled your eyes. “JJ, come on. We have to at least put some effort into it. I can help with designing a card. What if we got a mix of his favorite things and just put it in a cute basket?”

John B shrugged. “Sounds good with me.”

--

Breakfast was quickly eaten before you guys found yourselves in the store looking for supplies for the gift. You knew after eating that you had forgotten something and it was becoming blatantly obvious. In the mess of Kiara interrupting your sleep, you had forgotten to take your ADHD medicine.

Kiara picked up on it first. She grew up with you, after all, and she knew when you forgot your medicine things could be difficult for you. Hence why you were struggling to make it through Pope’s birthday card with JJ’s obnoxious singing and John B’s second-guessing on where to put certain parts of the gift.

You continuously tapped the marker in your hand against the ground as you stared at the decorative paper in front of you. You couldn’t focus on what you were writing. Sure, you could read the words and understand what was there, but you were struggling with what to put next.

“Can you guys shut the fuck up?” Your voice was louder than you intended, and you surely didn’t mean for the intensity of your words to be so harsh. You instantly groaned and shoved your head in your hands, pressing your forehead into the carpet of your bedroom floor as you curled up. You felt awful. Sometimes you would snap like this, and you never meant it, but the noise would get so loud you weren’t sure what else to do.

The room was silent after your outburst, Kiara giving both of the boys apologetic looks as she put a hand on your back. “Hey, babes, why don’t-”

“No,” You groaned and sat up, aggressively tapping your cheeks. “I’ll get it, I promise, I just can’t fucking…” You trailed off, tears of frustration pooling in your eyes as you stared at the colorful words on the paper that you had already so beautifully written. “I’m sorry,” You cracked as you looked at both of the boys. “God, I’m so fucking useless when I’m like this!”

“Hey, hey, hey. You’re okay,” Kiara wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you into her side. “It’s all good. Let me get you a coffee and we’ll see if that helps, okay? I’ll be right back.” She stood up and exited the room in search of a drink to help.

JJ was next to move, instantly pulling you in a hug. “Don’t say that,” He mumbled as he sat next to you. “I know it can be difficult, but we’ve got all the time in the world. You’re doing great so far.”

“Thanks, J,” You whispered in response as you leaned against him. “I’m sorry for snapping at you both.”

“Don’t worry about it.” John B waved his hand as he leaned back to look at you. “Seriously, sometimes we need a reminder that we’re annoying as hell.”

The three of you laughed at the statement, even though it wasn’t true. Okay, well, sometimes, but you would never intentionally put them down for it because you loved their annoying moments as much as any of the others.

“Here!” Kiara rejoined the group, handing you a cup of iced coffee as she settled back into her spot. You gave her a grateful smile as you took a drink, still wrapped in JJ’s embrace. Kiara decided on playing some music to fill the background so you could try focusing on the beat instead of the conversation going on. JJ continued to hold onto you while you finished your coffee before setting back to work.

It took a few gentle nudges from your friends and sister, but eventually, you all managed to pull Pope’s gift together before it got crazy late. Sometimes days like this could be difficult, but you were grateful for Kiara and her understanding about everything, not to mention your friends who were totally prepared to help you in any way they could.

--

this is so bad lmao i’m so sorry

[jaycewrites-192000]

❄️Day 20

“I don’t care.”

Character: Monkey D. Luffy

Warnings: Homiphobic slurs

Rating: Mature

Reader Gender: Male

“And if I ever catch you with another guy again, so help me, I’ll make sure you never walk again you disgusting f*g!”

Y/n’s shot wide open with a gasp, he sat up quickly while panting heavily. He had been woken up by another nightmare. A nightmare where his own father would beat him for simply loving someone. His father would do this anytime he hung around men, even if they were just friends.

It was because of this, he kept his feelings for his captain to himself. Y/n would avoid him as best as he could if possible. But that was very rare, the captain was with his crew always, like a good captain should.

He cared and loved his crew like his own family, it was one of the many reasons why Y/n feel for him. He didn’t care what you look like or where you come from, he liked you for you, nothing more to it. But would that still be true, if Y/n were to tell him how he felt?

His captain never showed interest in relationships period, so what would be the point?

And about keeping it to himself...well, one person knew about his feelings. Their navigator, Nami.

“You know how Luffy is. I’m sure he would like you fine if you told him.” Nami tries to reassure Y/n as best as she could. Y/n was grateful that Nami wasn’t as harsh as the people he use to know was. She was the only one who knew about his secret, the rest of the crew wasn’t any wiser. Nami agreed to keep his secret, but she had a good feeling the crew would accept him like she be did.

“Yes but, he might be fine with how I am, but don’t you think he would find it weird that I have feelings for him?” Y/n asks. Nami was about to answer before Luffy suddenly appears. “Hey! Whatcha guys talking about?”

The two jump in shock. “Dont sneak up on me like that!” Nami hisses before punching him the head, a common acurance whenever Luffy did something dumb. Luffy shook it off like it was nothing. Nami rolls her eyes before speaking again. “Luffy, Y/n has something to tell you.”

Y/n shoots her a look, what did she think she was doing? Nami gives him a soft pat before walking past him. “What did you talk about Y/n?” He asks curiously. “Uh...it’s...” Y/n thinks for a moment. He knew that Luffy would get through to him no matter how hard he persisted.

He just had to come clean or else these feelings would just bottle up until he explodes. “Luffy I...I think I love you. And I know that it’s weird, and it’s not something I should be feeling for another guy, I know that but...I can’t help myself. You’re too wonderful.” Y/n smiled weakly. “I’m not asking for you to feel the same, I know you would probably find this wrong. But I can’t keep this inside and hidden any longer. I love you Luffy.”

When Luffy didn’t respond, Y/n felt the panic sink in. He sighs heavily. “I’m sorry Luffy. I know this is wrong, I shouldn’t have-”

“I don’t care.”

Y/n looks up at him confused. “What?”

“I don’t care if it’s “wrong”.” Luffy crosses his arms. “You love me right?” He asks. Y/n nods, his heart beating faster and faster. “Then who cares?”

“Luffy...you really are wonderful.” Y/n felt tears running down his face. Luffy pulled him in close. “Luffy, can you tell me? How do you feel about me?” He asks. Luffy pulls away to look at him. “I love you too, duh! You’re wonderful too Y/n!” He smiles widely.

Y/n returns the smile and hugs him tightly. He was sure now, that he made the right decision when he chose him.

[chappedandfadedvds]

Nov 7th, Saturday 14:20

„Happy birthday!!“

„Thank you so much, can I be celebrated for days now every year? I really enjoy this.“ Jens joked as he stepped into the livingroom following Senne who had let him and Lotte in.

They even had put up a glittery banner and had a couple of colourful balloons grazing the floor. There was a set table and a cake filled with candles to the brim. Probably exactly 18 and Jens was pretty sure he would not be able to blow them all out at once. They all wore these tiny party hat cones on their heads, Lotte loving hers the minute it was put on when they entered.

„Next year were aren’t celebrating at all to equal it out, so you better make the most of it today.“ Sander declared getting up from his shared sofa with robbe, moving over to pull  him into a tight hug. Robbe directly taking over, congratulating Jens once more as the two of them swayed from one foot onto the other in their embrace. He loved this boy so much.

„I can’t believe that you are eighteen. You are becoming a boring adult.“ He heard Robbe whisper giggling as they both pulled back far enough to look at each other grinning, not having let go yet.

„You’ll be eighteen soon too, so you better watch your words, young man.“ Jens joked as he saw his sister being picked up and swung around by Sander. He supposed this and the cake were her only two reasons for coming with.

„At least we have our university years left to fuck it all up, I guess.“ Robbe said happily as Jens kept smiling brightly, while his heart though tightened almost painfully at that thought. He didn’t want to think about it. Not now. Not with people around. Not with Lotte close by to see him.  He swallowed it down and for some sort of miracle did Zoe appeared next to them.

„You can keep cuddling all day, if you want, but I wann hug Jens too.“ She complained quite amused as Robbe stepped away, his eyes immidiately searching for Sander to find him pouring Lotte some tea.

„What do you wanna drink?“ Jens heard the boy asking, as he joined the others by the table.

„Coffee would be great if possible.“

„Coming right up.“ Robbe replied, as Zoë and him hugged, her hand brushing through his hair, cautiously enough to not rip the birthday hat off.

„Happy birthday.“ She said, pecking a kiss to his cheek: „Let’s get some cake. Milan spend at least four hours in the kitchen, so even if it is horrible, smile.“

He snorted at her shaking his head. He was pretty sure the cake was amazing. Milan had found his absolute passion in baking since the first lockdown in march began. And though his cooking really left a large room for improvment, his baking skills was great by now. At least that’s what Robbe had told him and the last couple of weekends really proved him right.

„My turn finally.“ Milan said and another hug ensued as he was taking into the arms of the older boy and pressed tight against his chest. As with Zoë he was pecked a kiss on his cheek and welcomed with a bright smile and best wishes. Milan’s hand took holf of his and thus they both went to join the group a couple meteres away.

Robbe had joined Sander in the meantime, Lotte placed happily chatting away on the older boys lap, gesturing wildly about, as the other two listened intently. A child really suited them, Jens thought. And if fate was on their side and they pulled through all the mental health bullshit, he was conviced that they should have one. At least Sander appeared to enjoy that role.

Milan sat on the second sofa with Zoë and Senne, the later one busy lightening all the candles on the cake. That leaving Jens to take his seat on the armchair across of them.

„Alright. Make a wish.“ Senne set presenting his accomplished work, as Robbe took out his phone to either film or take a picture with. „And hurry, we want cake.“

It took him three tries to blow every single candle out as the other laughed and cheered him on.

He only whished for his mom to stay a little longer, like the little child he felt he still was.

„What the hell is this?“ Jens asked, his eyes wide open as he regarded the big package that Sander had pulled from his and Robbe’s room. It was a paper brown rectangle and decorated with a comically large red bow, like it belonged into a cartoon. 

Zoë and Senne had gifted him a new year playstation plus membership, that he was very greatful for. And Milan had bought him a quite expensive book on music production, that Jens had wanted and was pretty sure Robbe had told him. 

It was nothing compared to the present he was starring at currently infront of him on the floor, as he, followed by everyone else, had gotten up to inspect it.

„Open it!“ Lotte urged excited to his left, pulling his hand forward.

So he did just that. The bow was off in no time and the packet wasn’t that hard to open either.

He was staring in disbelief directly onto a skate board with a photograoh attached to it by tape, that punched the air out of his lungs. 

It wasn’t just a skate board, it was his skate board, or at least a version of it. Because he had a pretty big accident with it, when he was eleven and the board broke and with it his heart, as it had been his very first one. He had cried the whole way home, more over the board than his broken arm and scratched knees. It took him weeks to get over it.

The photo was showing Robbe and him on his eights’s birthday, smiling at the camera, with said board in his little arms.

„Robbe, you didn’t..“ He heard his own voice saying, just barely keeping from trembling. His hand searching blindly for the boy behind him, who got the hint and kneeled next tim him to take it.

„Well it obviously isn’t the same one, but I found all these photographs of us and our boards last year, going through all my mothers stuff, before she was admitted and I knew immidiately that I needed to keep them. I planned back then to get you a board resembling it for your eighteen’s, but fate has it, that I fell for an artist. So while I told him what to do, and what was acurate, Sander drew and painted everything.“ Robbe explained, leaving Jens to continue starring at it, cautiously picking it up to turn it over and back.

He couldn’t believe it. It looked exactly the same, all the weird scribbles and sketches and amateurish tags were plastered across it. Jens felt the need to place it on a pedestal and conserve it, never touching it. This was too good to be true.

„Dude...“ He managed to say, putting the board back down, before his arms slung around his best friend burying his head in his neck, while the other laughed and stroke his back.

„And you too.“ Jens gestured towards Sander to come down as well, so he could hug both of them. 

„I told you he would love it.“ Robbe was told by his boyfriend, before Lotte tackled them.

„I want to be hugged as well.“ She declared pouting, as they let her into their circle, while Jens was still processing his present. 

The next hours Robbe and him spent reminising in old stories, they told the others about. A lot of emberessing ones, Jens thought, but he didn’t really mind. They really had been through a lot together. Robbe was definitely family and Jens couldn’t be more grateful to have him around. He just really hoped that they would all stay in Antwerp.

While Sander still had two years left at the academy, he had voiced interest to move somewhere else for a couple of years to see more of the world. And Jens was pretty sure that Robbe would stick with him, whereever his boyfriend would plan to take them. Jens really didn’t want to loose Robbe as well.

„You good?“ Robbe’s voice pulled him out of it, as Jens noted that the others had went back to the table, finishing of their second round of cake and tea and other sweets that have managed to appear on the table.

Jens nodded lightly at Robbe next to him on the sofa, as they had watched Senne and Sander help his little sister to stand on the used skate board of Robbe. She tried really hard to keep her balance as the two older boys pshed her back and forth across the living room. 

„You know that if you want to talk, that you can always come to me, yea?“ His best friend said smikring as he winked, a clear reminder of last year, were the roles had been reversed and Jens had tried to have Robbe open up.

„I will.“

„You will what?“ Zoë inquired curiously as she looked up from her phone again, having texted Jana and the girls group some pictures of todays little birthday party, as she had explained earlier.

„Let you know, that even though it was Jens’s big day, we spent two hours on Lucas yesterday on zoom. Because you girls and my boyfriend can’t get enough of him.“ Robbe joked, taking Zoë’s phone to read through the last couple of messages.

„See.“ Robbe said as he showed Jens the screen, a conversation about Lucas being the prime subject: „Tsk, tsk, tsk.“

Jens was pretty close to tell Robbe that he really didn’t mind that at all, and that he probably could happily chat about the boy himself for days on end. And one day he would have to let Robbe know as well. He just couldn’t bring himself to do it yet. It was all too new.

„I’ve heard Lucas?“ Milan chimed in and Jens could only laugh at Robbe’s whine: “Not you as well.“

„Topic change!“ He threfore declared loudly, clapping his hands, to help his best friend out and made everyone look at him instead expectantly.

„What’s happening now with your exhibition? We all were so excited to behave in the dumbest way possible on thursday. Even Noor was in on it.“ Sander smirked at him, a fuck you on his lips, as he mouthed it silently at Jens.

„It’s all gonna be virtuell, like a tour through the exhibition pieces, so I guess maybe we could organise a litte zoom party again to go through it together?“ It is the best I can come up with now, if you are actually interested in seeing it, as you won’t have a possibilty to embarrass me infront of my professors.“

„Uh that sounds still fun. And Jana could join too! Let me just post the group.“ Zoë said excited as she took her phone back from Robbe, who turned his eyes a last time towards Jens. All serious as he patted Jens’s hand on the sofa between them.

„I mean it. I’m here to listen.“ He said smiling slightly and then getting up to help Senne make space on the table. They had ordered a big round of Pizza that should arrive soon for dinner.

Jens loved his best friend. He really did.

„We should add Lucas to the group as well.“ Milan proposed, being met with an unanimous approval of everyone else.

Jens shrugged at Robbe smirking back at him. He had tried at least. He took out his phone himself now, looking at their group that let everyone know about a new number been added. He needed to remind himself to text the poor boy later.

Zoë 17:56: Welcome to the best group in Antwerp!

Amber 17:57: Hello, Lucas!!! Glad to have you here 🥰

Noor 17:57: You still have time to run and block this. Once you are in, they will never let you out. Trust me. 😭

Moyo 17:59: Bring weed pls

[flange5]

vit-c anon back from earlier, thank you for the recommendation! I've been following the discussion and I was wondering if you could explain how you layer your Ordinary products, especially when using the Buffet. I have it but I'm not sure where it should be in my line-up because when I initially tried it was reacting with something else and sort of rubbing off and making a mess, so I gave up.

you know, I feel like it or the niacinamide maybe used to pill for me too. I don’t have that issue anymore but I couldn’t tell you why. I don’t know what changed in my routine to keep that from happening, but ... something clearly did. So, the ordinary products I use now I think are ... *looks around* Buffet, Niacinamide, Salicylic Mask and the AHA/BHA peel. I have a ton more, but those are the only ones I use with any regularity and the Buffet and Niacinamide are the only dailies. 

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Daytime, I use Buffet. I use Buffet after double-cleanse and toner, before oil and moisturizer (I have a lot of steps, I know. I have aging, very dry, acne-prone sensitive skin, and also I like long baths with lots of skincare lol). I layer it with Dear Skin’s tranexamic acid serum, which is great for hyperpigmentation.  If you also use a Hyaluronic Acid serum (I use the Hada Labo Premium, which is fabulous and very affordable), use it after any peptide serum (which Buffet is). I follow that up with a peptide cream mixed with a couple of drops of the Biossance rose squalene oil and then a light moisturizer, Make p:rem moisturize me, right now, and then Bioré Watery Essence sunscreen, which is amazing both as a sunscreen and as a primer. 

Nighttime, I double cleanse, tone and use Niacinamide+1-% Zinc and Buffet. I use them at the serum stage, but in any order. So after wash and tone, but before Hyaluronic, peptide cream, tretinoin/retin-A and moisturizer. 

I occasionally use their Salicylic mask, and weekly use their AHA/BHA Peel, which the the dark red peel they have. Its intense, but I quite like it. 

They’ve not had it in stock for like .. a year, but I also like their Salicylic serum but it’s being reformulated because people complained of irritation. 

If you absolutely can’t get Buffet to work without pilling for you and you want that muliweight peptide boost (and don’t want to pay Drunk elephant Protini Prices), there are good alternatives that aren’tas affordable as Buffet but won’t pill:

D’alba’s Peptide no sebum repair cream is about $26 and lasts quite a while--it’s a cream in a pump, and one small pump does the face and a good deal of the neck (x)

If you want a pretty much straight dupe of protini at a fraction of the cost, Acure’s Radically Rejuvenating Whipped Night Cream is an ingredient by ingredient dupe and $20 (x)

[smol-lonely-bean]

Right now im typing after just crying my eyes dry. my cheeks are soaked with tears and my head is killing me. why im like this is because my parents just showed me an article on Gen Z written by a 40 year old white (probably straight) man.

as soon as they said his age i knew that the article would be very wrong, and i said as much, my parents kept saying that i should read it and that it was interesting and that id be surprised how acurate it was. that it explained how our generation was very opinonitive but didnt like hearing others opinions, that we were super sensitive. my parents said that this was true. when i argued that the reason why we were sensitive and didnt like hearing others opinions was because they always were judgemental against us and that things have changed.

my parents said “case in point” because i was getting offened over this.

my sISTER A FELLOW GEN Z SAID “CASE IN POINT” because she defineately isnt like this and that she was against our parents she was agreeing with them.

i took the article and started to read it, as soon as i sat down behind the couch i let out the tears that i was holding back. and you have no idea how much it got worse when i started to read.

the first paragraph literaly said that we would call the fucking police if there was a mouse in our house first that is incredibly rude and that why the actual fuck would we call the fucking police about a mouse? they have better things to be doing and its just a fucking mouse, also remember fucking anxiety to.

my mum came and i told her that i wouldnt call the police over this, and she was like “i know that you wont” 

more things envoled that all we cared about was likes on social media and so on so forth, that our generation had super high suicide rates and depersion and stuff (which is true) but it never mentioned that it was school that was the problem, in fact, it stated that it was bad that we were getting upset about school. the fuck.

one true thing that it said (one of the only true things that i could find that related to my knowledge of gen z) was that we were hugely against race, gender and sexuality discrimination.

the entire article was a fucking mess. it started with people saying how messed up our generation was blah blah blah, that we were dangerous to younger people because apartenly its our fault that anxiety is so fucking everywhere. and then it would end with saying that we needed help, that they agreed with us. what the fuck? that just makes you sound even worse, it doesnt tie any cape to your shoulders.

when i went back into the kitchen, i confronted my parents about this (something i very rarely do because i actually care about their feelings and dont want to offend them) they started saying that this was only one persons opinion, that i wasnt messed up, that the article was wrong etc. when 10-20 mins earlier they were agreeing with it. they had suddenly changed their opinions on the topic because i was crying, they were saying that it didnt relate to me, which sounded to me like they thought i was ok but not everyone else.

every time i tried to debate this my parents shut me down before i could get any further.

when i asked my sister why she was defending them she said that it was good to actually listen to people. but i will only listen to people when they start listening to us.

i have been told multiple times in the last half hour to “let it go”

i cant fucking let this go.

i felt this on a personal level because i take in everyones emotions to account, i saw behavour similar to my parents in this article, i am messed up.

this artcile could also be seen to account for millenials.

i do want to state that i do care about my parents and i wouldnt normally say things like this to other people but i thought that it affected others and i want people to know. despite caring for my parents i do not massively rely on them (the article stated that we did, that we would be lost without them)

i want to also say that this is based off of my opinion, that i may have misread somethings and i did write some things down differently to how they had been said because that was how i saw them.

this was just very difficult for me to read and hear about...

im really sorry if i got things wrong and if i offend people this is just what i thought.

here is the article of question if you would like to read it and gather your own opinion

[popculturebuffet]

Don Rosa: “The Magnificent Seven (Minus 4) Caballeros!” or City Slickers 3: The Crystal City

Saludos Amigos, the Ride of the Three Caballeros returns! After some time off to take care of other seasonal commissions and to finally get the life and times fo scrooge mcduck back on a steady pace, everyone’s three favorite chappies in snappy serapes are back for another go round.  This time i’ts back to comics one last time as we take a look at “The Magnificent Seven (Minus 4) Caballeros: which was the penultimate story from Duck Maestro Don Rosa, and as a result the final one set in present day, as while the next one would have a wraparound segment, it’s a flashback tiding up the one last bit of Scrooge’s past Rosa hadn’t clicked into place yet, and thus we’ll get to that eventually as part of life and times. And honestly it serves as a fittng and satisfying conclusion to Donald’s story. 

The geneisis of this one is rather simple in comparison to “The Three Caballeros Ride Again!”. Don Rosa REALLY enjoyed writing TTCRA, wanted to have another adventure with Donaldo and his boys, and given the previous story was a huge hit likely had no trouble convincing his publisher. And since he set the first story in Panchito’s home country of mexico, it only made sense to have the next story in Jose’s home country of Brazil. Adding to it Rosa specifically wanted to avoid using the amazon rainforest this go round, as to him pretty much every story involving Brazil focused on the massive and wonderful rainforest. And while a great setting, Rosa knew there was much more to the country and wanted to show it off. And to his credit.. he’s 100% right as i’ve seen dozens upon dozens of stories set in the rainforest but not nearly as many set ANYWHERE ELSE IN BRAZIL. If their lucky we get to see Rio, but that’s about it. So kudos to Rosa for wanting to display more of a beautiful country and show it had more to offer than merely it’s biggest attraction. As for what treasure they’d be after, the lost city of crystal stuck out to him, having been described in a goverment document that was so degraded when it was found there wasn’t much left to go on and searched for by a famous explorer who was the basis for indiana jones whose name I forgot but we’ll run into his name again later. So yeah not as much setup here and what tiny bit is left can be covered when we get to our villian. So with all that out of the way, let’s ride on!

We open with Scrooge firing Donald and throwing his ass out on the street, berating him for screwing up and then telling him to be back early tommorow to make up for his firing. Then Gladstone literally walks all over him becausae he’s a jackass, and Daisy then shrieks at donald for you know, being stuck on the floor, having messed up the shirt she ironed for him without.. actually you know asking for context, HITTING HIM, then telling him to pick her up for dinner at the ritz. 

It’s like this intro was perfectly designed in a lab to piss me off. All three of the characters who on a good day ar excellent but on a bad are outright monsters, at their worst, treating Donald like crap, i.e. the reason to call them monsters, and generally abusing him for flimsy reasons. And again Daisy HIT DONALD. No that’s not right, she shoryukened his ass! She upercutted him! God damn. And her just casually doing that is played for laughs. In a lesser Rosa story this would only get worst and be “oh haw haw”.. instead... to my delighted suprise.. this is all treated seriously. Yeah really. Instead of being treated for laughs like normal, and not being a dark enough work comedically to make it work like say It’s Always Sunny, Donald is seriously depressed, beaten down phsycially and mentlaly and when the boys, who’ve been present for all of this and tried to help him up off the ground, ask why he takes this.. the answer is pretty damn bleak. 

Just.. holy shit that’s dark.. and I applaud Rosa for not only recognizing this isn’t always funny, but for actually tackling it. And I will grant Donald being a butt monkey CAN be funny, especially when it’s caused by his own ego. It’s the basis of his entire career. It’s good stuff. My issue has been more that Rosa sometimes dosen’t get that either some aspects have aged poorly, even by the 90′s, and thus dosen’t adjust them or play them more for drama, sprinkling a bit of that in with the comedy. So to see him do that HERE, to acknowledge in some way his own faults and do something with them.. i’m very proud of him and it warms my heart that he could do something like this that shows he could grow and change, even SECONDS from the end of his career, but with no intention of ending his career at that point or even after finishing his next and last story. It just ended up happening that way and as such this story carries even more weight as for all intensive purposes, this is the final tale of Donald Duck for Don Rosa’s Barksian universe. This is the last big tale before whatever triggers Scrooge’s retirement, the last tale he wrote in the here and now. And while not perfect for some reasons we’ll get to from a character perspective? It’s a pretty good note to go out on. 

Anyways Donald somehow makes this SADDER by mentoing, when Huey, Dewey or Louie tries to make him smile that he hasn’t smiled in some time before sadly loping off to make their dinner before buying daisy’s. 

Yeah... I just.. I need a moment.... Here’s my asistant iwth an important message

Okay i’ve regained my composuer.. and yes I will be shwoing that off at every opportunity. I have generous friends. Now where were we? Ah yes with their uncle in a depression hole, can relate, they figure he needs a nice gift to get him out of it. The boys think he needs friends.. and of course the boys come to mind, though the fact their on the other end of the contient proves a problem.. but Huey, Dewey or Louie has a solution and takes the boys to the Woodchucks because of course they do> Their primary go to for anything is the guide which to be fair contains the entire sum of the world’s knowledge in a guidebook. 

So the boys, with the other two likely filled in on the way, plan becomes clear when they stop by Woodchuck HQ and talk to the guy in charge of the badge department, which ahs a fun acronym because of course it does, this is one of Rosa’s faviorite running gags and mine as well.. I just don’t have it in me stamina wise to type the whole thing out. Point is the boys ask that Donald be used as courier for a special shipment of badge’s to Rio. The authority guy is understandably a bit reluctant to give a non-woodchuck this duty, but the boys remind him that in a previous story, not sure if it’s barks or rosa’s, Donald apparently not only found the last remaning pieces of fort duckberg but saved them from the mill. As a result the Fort, which was the original HQ of the woodchucks until Scrooge threw them out, was apparently rebuilt. So the guy in charge is more than willing to not only give donald the duty, but an open ended plain ticket, i.e a vacation. The Nephews do have to guilt him a bit more to get donald a condsensed pamphlet based on the brazil chapter of the guidebook which at this point seems like overkill. Just.. buy him a guidebook boys. IT’s a bit much to ask that a portion of your heavily guarded and protected text be given to your uncle for a vacation and seems like a tad of a stretch but the gag, including the boys getting badges in guilt and convincing, makes it work. 

So after the boys set off to telegram the rest of the Cabs, we cut to donald arriving in rio, passing christ the redeemer on the way

The Rio Woodchucks greet donald and take the package for him, giving him new orders to go by cable car to the observation deck atop Sugar Loaf Mountain. This is a real mountain in Brazil and frustrated Rosa because he couldn’t find any pictures of what the station looked like in the 1950′s, despite as he put in his notes having eager fans from the region, researchers and other contacts try to find it, settling for having vintage cable cars pulling into modern stations he got from photos from said contacts. If I hadn’t said it before i’ll say it now the man is a BEAST when it comes to getting things acurate, only bending it if it helsp the story and still making sure his drawings are as accurate as possible. It’s one of Rosa’s most adimirable traits. 

Donald took a Donde, some form of streetcar there, hanging on the back and .. uh I have no words for this..

Donald Duck ran into a horse and it farted in his face. Just... why though. This horse naturally is Senior Marteniz, with Panchito currently being thrown out of a cable car for trying to put his horse in there which is fair. What isn’t is people having an issue with his hat. I mean.. people wear hats. I know it’s a bit big for the tight fit of the cable car but still it’s a bit weird to throw a strop about anywhere outside a theater or sports place where he’d be actively obstructing people’s view. And it appears to be the same weirdly crazy asshole.. Imean again the horse thing is resonable but calling it a “crazy hat” I mean yes it’s a big hat.. but ... you you do know mexico exists right? And sombreros? or other cultures at all you weirdly specific douche? 

At the top, after a quick and funny hat swap gag, Panchito reveals the triplets called him here.. as did Jose who assuemd it was  lovely senorita.. who uppercuts him. And it’s STILL more reasonable to uppercut some rando hitting on you, if not by much, than Daisy’s Domestic Abuse. Anyways the three put things together and Donald realizes via flashback the boys hoped his smile would return and said he’d have help. 

Donald, being utterly beaten down by life, apologizes.. but it turns out the boys needed this as much as he did. Jose’s night club career is flopping hard, with his agent unable to get him bookings and Panchito has barely scraped any money together for his ranch dream from last time. It’s a nice touch: That the boys , while having more exciting careers have just as much strife as Donald does and as much problem. It helps make them feel as real as donald, as characters with their own lives and adventures outside of him and their own wants and needs and it really helps the story come alive. Jose however has some suggestions to escape their blues. 

But Panchito suggests instead they go for some adventure and go diamond hunting in the plains of brazil, which the two agree to.. and Donald’s a big gung hoe about carving his way through human flesh.. just jesus man.. get a therapist. Your Ducktales counterpart did and he seems mildly well adjusted. So the adventure is on.. and they all toss their hats.. off a mountain. First thing on the provisoins list hats.  Before we head on I just wanted to point out even though most of my audience here is likely unaware the movie exists that this Comic honestly reminds me of the 1991 comedy City Slickers starring Billy Crystal, Daniel Stern and Bruno Kirby. If your struggling on the name Daniel Stern, think Marv from Home Alone. 

No.. the RIGHT marv. I may not be a huge fan of Home Alone but we respect Daniel sterns in this house. And yes if you didn’t know French Stewart played Marv in one of the sequels now you do. And i’m sorry you know that. 

There we go. Right Marv and Wrong Dad from Christmas story. Back on point City Slickers is a terrific comedy I finally saw a few weeks back about three friends all facing mid life crisises, with Billy Crystal being unsatisfied with his career and undsure WHY he does, Daniel Sterns having cheated on his shrewish wife with one of his employees whose also now pregnant, and Bruno Kirby being a ladies man whose faced with the prosepct of settling down, go for a weeks vacation to a cattle drive, as Brunos character tends to set up these trips but this time they actually need it. They encounter cows, assholes and a cowpoke named Curly. It’s pretty good. 

But yeah they both feel kinda similar, if with far less drama and crumbling marraiges on the cabs end because you know, this is for children. I’m pretty sure it’s just a concidence but given Rosa’s love of film, even if it’s more 30′s and 40′s films, and how the City Slickers seems right up his alley, I wouldn’t he suprised if he saw it and simply took some slight inspiration from it. Either way the similarity makes me giggle a bit. Again the plots aren’t all the same but the basic setup is about the same, complete with the main character’s family making sure he goes. It’s a bit of a stretch but I thought it was pointing out and while this review is comissioned, how I go about it isn’t so if I want to take a few paragraphs to compare this to an excellent comedy you should defintely see with two underated actors, maybe three i know nothing of bruno kirby other than the man had horse allergies and thus had to take heavy medication every day so good on him, and a lot of fun. 

So our premise and pastiche firmly in place, our heroes fly out to the frontier to adventure and Donald even thought ahead on them needing two more mounts and bought them from the local farmer for 100 bucks: It turns out their a llama, who jose takes and an old ox which donald reluctantly takes and wonders how to steer.. which I just got the double pun. Nice touch.

So our heroes head on with Donald expressing suprise they aren’t in the jungle like the movies, Jose correcting him, you get the bit he’s going for. But as they travel Donald not only breaks out the pamphlet but also , once jose mentions finding el dorado, casually mentions he and Scrooge already found it in columbia, and when Jose incrediously mentions that maybe he also already found the lost mines of the incas.. turns out yeah they did that too. Dont’ know if it was a barks or rosa story for either, since I didn’t check that part of Rosa’s notes, but it brings the scene into greatness as the boys not only belivie donald and figure he’s not pulling their legs.. but marvel at his life. And it’s here Donald smiles a bit.. he’s already got his smile back realizing that as miserable as his life can be.. he’s still seen and done things no man, even his globetrotting pals, has sever done before or sense. Found long lost places, solved mysteries and rewrote history.. sometimes literally sometimes in the “found things that changed historical knowledge” sense. Point is.. he realizes he has more to his life than he thought and maybe it isn’t so miserable after all. 

Donald also mentions the local waters are filled with stuff and the other Cabs mounts quickly climb on his continuting the gag of the Cabs assuming donald’s some big expert by accident. For me personally it varies in how funny it is, sometimes it’s grating othertimes it’s genuinelly pretty good, your mileage will vary. We then get a page and a half of slapstick with various animals and this gag repeated and it’s eh. Not bad, and there’s a REALLY great visual bit where donald gets squeezed by an anaconda and not only is he comically and tightly squeezeled, but it takes a few panels for it to wear off. Other than that not bad stuff but nothing especially new or really that funny. 

Our heroes soon find a pit trap.. and a capybara in said pit trap.. which I also give myself credit for recognizing on sight. Who dosen’t like a good capybara? Their basically a large brazillian rodent if you were curious. Donald asks what can they do and hte boys take it as a secret test of character, and not just donald being kind of lost and decide to help free trapped animals instead of treasure hunt which Donald, much like his entire life, just reacts to with “what what are we doing now?”. But they manage to free the greatful Capybara and we get this inspired bit. 

Naturally the sheer confusion of seeing this as well as being confronted with the relaly bizzare nature of his world, i.e. having both a rodent whose an old friend and one that’s clearly just a regular animal causes Donald to fall into the hole. He’s soon found by the natives.. and here we get one of the worst aspects of this story and one I honestly didn’t expect to encounter given Rosa’s research: Calling these indgeinous people’s.. “indians”. Yes really. 

We were in 2004 by this point, and even in the cultural cesspool of the early 2000′s, a time where micheal jacksons actions towards children were used for reams of jokes and where R.Kelly got off for the same just because “he makes the good musics”. What i’m saying is even in this time in history, we knew better than to use the term indian and I remember distinctily the term native american being in my text books even at this point as a kid. So Rosa, a world traveled knowledgable adult.. has no excuse for this, not even “It was the 50′s when this was set and they’d used this” as while he had Scrooge being mildly racist in “The Empire Builder from Callisota”, he didn’t you know, have scrooge use the fucking n word or other slurs during the story because you know that’s racist and he knows it’s racist. I’m coming down so hard on him because I expect BETTER. I can, even if it bothers me and I will give out about it, KINDA ignore the daisy stuff because domestic violence against men wasn’t as wellk nown, so while it dosen’t play well and I won’t pretend to enjoy it I can at least understand why rosa thought this was funny when it isn’t> This? The man clearly should know better, should know to use correct terms, and is usually better about this, but just isn’t here and for one of his last stories it’s REALLY depressing to see a man I have a ton of respect for fail this badly. It’s just a small element of hte story but it really sticks out badly and says bad things about an otherwise good man. Even a good man can really fuck up and Don.. honestly really fucked up even when, normally his portryal of indigneous people’s is really good.. and is for the rest of the story. This is just a really bad if really easy to miss bit I feel he deserves some flak over it. He knew better. This story proves he knows better in other ways and knows indgenous people deserve resepect. He just dosen’t show it in his laungauge and it’s disheartaning. 

Anyways, the Natives drop donald off with their cheif.. who turns out to not only speak perfect english, but has a rather nice modern setup and clothes. He’s the son of the former cheif whose dad, using a secret crystal city with a rich mine, paid for his son to go get an education in the US and hopefully bring back knowledge for his people. Instead all he learned was to be a greedy selfish asshat who calls his own people “savages”. This is what i’m talking about: While the indian thing is bad and Rosa should feel bad.. the rest of the story does treat these tribal peoples with genuine grace and care, as our main villian is shown as one partly because rather than respect his culture and simply use thenew knowledge of the outside world to help his people by educating them, bringing back new techniques and medcidnes while mixing it with thier old culture, the bastard prince simply wrote them off as savages and used his new learnings to rule them and get them into trapping, a buisness i’ts later made clear at the end of hte story they don’t like and only followed him because he’s their chief. And it dosen’t even come off as them following him as chief because their stupid, mainly just because of tradition and knowing they can’t escape him and he’d just find htem and find some way to cowtow them. The tribe here are innocent victimes forced into a life they don’t want by an asshole who became a colonizer instead of a hero and leader to his people and simply wants to sell them out as soon as possible to fiance a fancy and comfy life for himself.  The bad guy here is recycled from Rosa’s pre scrooge work, and works well here and honestly.. is a good villian and a good antagonist, something Rosa struggled with sometimes when not just using what barks made. He’s a chillingly realistic villian: someone who would step on where he came from instead of helping it and again treats these people as simple victims forced to be minons by circumstance and as the end of the story shows, and we’ll get to that, not nearly as stupid or “savage” as this cruel bastard thinks. And naturally being a cruel bastard, Chief, since his name isn’t given, plans to ransom donald as he naturally has no hangups about selling people AND rare animals. Thankfully Donald’s only a prisoner for a bit as Donald’s ox makes a back door and with the help of their mounts the boys free all the trapped animals and escape.. with Senior Martinez accidently taking the Chief’s necklace. Turns out that’s the sigal that signals his right to rule, so he figures if the tribe finds out it’s missing they’ll rightfully dump his ass and tells them to give chase, which the cabs find out about via a wild parrot. It’s better not to ask. 

So our heroes head into the wilderness to loose them and find a rocky slope, making their way up to some more plains. They now have both a high vantage, and a place to set up camp so do so. They also found out Martinez took the necklace, and now know why the chief is after them, but Panchito decides to keep it for now till they can figure out what to do with it. SO over the camp fire Donald decides that if they can find this lost mine that the Cheif’s dad used to go to,  they won’t need to look for diamonds the hard way and Jose’s skepticism is rebuffed by the fact that Donald’s found plenty of lost cities with scrooge.  So donald brings up the legend of the crystal city, with the guy who found it being colonel percy fawceet, and brings up more adventures you get the bit by now. Point is he mentions a crystal arch lighting up at night to ward off intruders.. and sure enough our heroes happen to be right by it, complete with a crystal road that simply had been covered by shale over the years. Donald decides to get some rest and head out in the morning, with a valid explination as to why not to worry about hteir perusers till then: It’s so dark that even if they left a trail, they can’t follow.. which the evil cheif agrees to though he finds the trail they dug up, pointing as an arrow and now realizing his dad’s treasure was real, plans to naturally exploit the hell out of it.  So the next morning, bright and early, our heroes have built a raft, and are greatful they looked in first as the waters are stalked with dangerous predatory creatures. How htey haven’t all killed each other, I do not no, but it looks cool so i’ll shut up now. So our heroes leave their mounts behind and head in up the stream via the raft and find the massvie and awe inspiring lost city.. as for why it hasnt’ been found they soon figure out why: THe stream in is dangerous, and jose figures it was delebratly packed with dangerous animals, and thus few would think to go in there, and the only ohter way up is scaling the cliffs it’s build into, but as the cities built into the sides of said cliffs, no one can see it from a distance. It’s a birlliant way to justify just WHY something remained lost and somthing barks is tremendous at. Our heroes soon find though that the canal go deeper and approaches a water fall.. and thus jump off loosing their only way back and thus heading in deeper to see if they can find another way out. Meanwhile the Cheif has found the swamp and recongizes his dad mentoning it and being a greedy jackass, and suddenly realizing that maybe his people won’t want to loot the city their swarn to protect, tells them to guard the Cabs mounts while he goes on ahead. 

Our heroes journey deeper into the unknown and after coming across pick axes mine carts and the like find the mines of fear.. lit with crystals and with wall to wall gems. So they’ve sucessful founds the lost minds of ophir, set up by one of king solomon’s realtiives. The actual King Solomons Mines had been found in a barks story, naturally and is also likely the basis for the african mines level in the ducktales game. 

Donald being donald.. ends up sitting on a giant anaconda who swallows him whole as he dosen’t realize just how big the thing is when his pals mention it to him, and only escapes through Dumb Luck, as is the duck family way, lighting a match and causing the Anadonda to spit him out and run... unfortunately not only does Panchtio loudley announce he dosen’t have his pistols, The Chief shows up with a gun. Naturally he intends to plunder, because jackass you see, and intends to leave the cabs stranded, with the anaconda picking them off one by one when they inevitibly have to sleep while he’ll come back with inflatable rafts and boats to loot the rest. The cabs bemoan the fact that their fucked.. and then this happens. 

So with that Donald FINALLY snaps, tired of taking the world’s shit and determined not to be the looser everyone around him but his boys clearly think he is. Seriously Donald.. dump. her. ass. It’d also tell you to dump gladstone in a shallow ditch but given your love for hacking through human flesh and his luck I don’t want you to impale yourself. So thus.. Donald stops getting polite and starts getting badass.. shouting THAT’S THE LAST STRAW BEFORE.. .. welll...

Bad. Ass. Also who knew Donald was part Kree? Wait .. how though? Questions for later. So as Donald gives the asshole his RICHELY deserved asshole a beat down, the anaconda pops up and grabs the boat.. with Donald STILL fighting the Chief the whole time. Holy shit. If this is your last time writing a character in a lead role what a note to go out on holy jesus. The cabs however show their CLOSE to as badass with Panchito roping the anconda and Jose attacking it once it curls around.. and unlike last time where his umbrella was quickly disarmed, here the Anaconda eats the tip.. only for Jose to expand it and on Panchito’s command, hook the damn thing. I didn’t relaize till writing this up just HOW badass this story’s climax is.. just holy shit this is awesome incarnate. 

Donald ends up loosing the fight eventually as asshole whomps him on the head with the gems.. and sends donald flying, destroying the gate regulating the water thanks to freeing the anaconda. As a result asshole escapes.. for about five seconds till he drops over the falls, presumibly to his MUCH deserved death and even if he surivives, likely wont’ for long without anything to defend himself. Goodbye asshole, you were a good villian but you’ll be better tarantula chow. 

Our heroes are still stranded.. but Panchito notices the Anadconda escaping and well... he decides to equal donald in badassery. Again..words do not do this justice. 

Our heroes disembark, and find that the tribe has been held at bay by the noble steeds, and as I mentioned earlier, and why despite the frequent use of .. that word i’ve said enough already, this story isn’t too bad. The tribe, once free.. are perfectly intellegent and nice, only in the game because of tradition that asshole abused. Their going to head deeper into the valley on the offchance asshole makes it back so he can’t find them. So the tribe is free and seeing the emblem as the symbol of their opressor and not wanting it, they can likely make a new necklace honestly just without the gems, Panchito gets to keep it. So our heroes won, the adventure is over and our heroes head back to rio

In our final scene we get our wrap up with our heroes back in Rio to enjoy what’s left of their vacation.. which given the scope of events only two days of it have passed so far, so it’s nicely implied they have a day or two before Donald has to go back where he can just.. enjoy himself. Have an actual vacation now his soul is whole again. Our heroes went to the authorities, and it turns out the Chief was one of the most infamous trappers in Brazil, and is now again either dead or in no way shape or form easily able to come back into the country.. and when he does, he’ll now have every officer in the country on his ass.So in short he’s pretty fucked and i’m pretty happy about that.  Naturally our heroes dont’ get to keep the mines, because well... it belongs ina museum.. or to become a museum and cultural landmark and the boys know and respect that. But Jose and Panchito both still got something out of the deal: for starters they have their confidence back, as seeing tthey could keep up with donald after realizing what a legend their friend is restored their own weary souls. Meanwhile, Jose’s newfound fame as the man who found a new brazilian cultural touchstone means his agent was able to get him booked up for a year, while Panchito , after consulting with the good senior martenez, decided ot keep the broach, and use it to get their ranch. And Donald? What did he find?

Donald found his smile again. He’s found himself again. After letting life beat him to near death, to just a souless shell. he’s found the real Donald. He’s realized that despite Scrooge’s finaical abuses he lives a rich full life. It’s part of why I compared the story to city slickers. While Donald’s life is far worse off than Billys, like him he finds himself again after the rousing adventure. And who knows what his future holds? Given Scrooge’s grave picture, yes Rosa drew that, he probably does marry daisy and work for the old bat.. but maybe now he can fight back, refuse to let htem walk all over him and actually find a healthy relationship with daisy and with his uncle before his uncle finally retires to Goldie’s loving arms. I could be wrong, it could be same as it ever was just he gets angry again.. but I like to think of something better for our boy. A better life and one more fufilled and more happy and one where he finally finds his pot of gold. He may not of found it yet but well.. there’s always another rainbow and he realizes that now just as his uncle did years ago. Donald is finally whole again to find his hapniess and a better life. Maybe with daisy, maybe with scrooge, maybe without them. Probably without Gladstone because he needs to cut that tumor out of his life, but still, he’s found himself and sometimes that’s all you need to find your purpose. So with that warm thought in my head our heroes play us out one last time. Well not for the restrospective obviously but still. 

Final Thoughts; While I do prefer the previous story, on going through this again for the review, I did find this story utterly charming and a great way to send off our boys and Donald for Rosa’s work. While again that one word is very unfortunate and Rosa should’ve known better, otherwise the story is pretty imaculate, using history to build a thrilling story with tons of character and a tremendous arc for Donald. And as I said the villian is excellent and overally the story is pretty great. Maybe held back a bit by the racisim, but the rest of the story is so joyous, badass and well crafted, it’s easy enough to override the less savory aspects. Dosen’t mean they didn’t need to be noted it just means this story is magificent and as usual for Rosa’s work I recommend it. 

Next time on the Ride of the Three Cablleros: We go to Disney Juinor for Mickey’s Perfecto Day! ..... whelp at least it’s a short one. 

And if you’d like to comission your own review, their just five bucks, jsut direct message me, tell me what you’d like, and I will send you the link on my paypal and get to it asap. Thank you so much for reading and have a happy holiday. 

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Nola Darling and being an artist today

Ok. I wrote some things on Nola and Opal and some things on Opal too. But my favorite part about the show? Nola and Art making. To give you some sort of background on me personally. I’m a Fine Arts Graduate (just like Nola), with a certain love for portraits and painting (like Nola) who’s ambitious about her art, but kinda not sure on how to make it doing art as a job?  It’s a field that’s insanely difficult to break in, even if you live in one of the most art friendly cities in the world (I don’t but heh).. I really like the fact that they show her painting and drawing and thinking about art in a way I’ve never see it on screen before. I love that they showed that sometimes you start working and the world just fades away from you, because you’re so focused on what you’re doing you forget it’s not just you and your canvas.  

Secondly, I’m a very harsh critic of my own work so I’m really harsh about other people’s work as well.. And Nola’s work has it’s ups and downs. The street project was definetely an up. Her other paintings.. erghh... Realism isn’t really a favorite style of mine, mostly because I think photography is a better medium for those kinds of portraits. It’s refreshing to see Black people in portraits (because there’s this History that we have in portrature that’s mosly white and that’s boring for the 21 century). This idea of depicting the female form is cool and all, but it would work a lot better if the paintings themselves had another type of framing.. Not just the photorealistic thing. Great portrature isn’t only about doing an acurate portrait, it’s tied in with capturing the essence of a person and that’s where that hyperrealism/photo realism lacks. Look at Ilya Repin portraits where you feel like that’s an actual person standing there despite the fact that on a close up you can see the brush strokes or someone like Sargeant who’s making people look their best but the canvas is still a bit messy? Her work in the show seemed shallow. Especially when compared to the other artists present there. I particurlarly looooved the hot comb sculpture. That’s some really powerful stuff. 

The fact that Nola didn’t really know how to talk to an art critic is a major screw up. I love that they adress that in the show , in therapy where it is pointed out to be a wasted oportunity. Despite the fact that I’m not a big fan of those particular works of hers, her lack of discourse at the show was .. just .. And I know there are artists out there who can’t really find the words to talk about their art, but girl, you need to represent yourself, especially since you don’t really have a curator or a gallery doing it for you. And applying for grants is basically just that.. Talking about your art and your themes and stuff like that. But well..  I also like the fact that she paints with acrylic. Despite the fact that I prefer working with oil, oil painting stinks and Nola’s home despite being huuuge, seems to have an open floor plan and you will intoxicate yourself if you paint with oil in the same room you sleep (It’s kinda the reason why I don’t do it anymore). 

Now her final project is more powerful. I’m not a big fan of her friend making her identity known as the person behind the street project, but heck, that’s her greatest project to date. It’s good in a way her other work isn’t and yes it was the sort of things that should have been in the group show. Her friend made a great buisness decission and I’m sure Nola will eventually see it that way. And her response to integrate some of the rawness of that project in her latest work is the kind of breakthough in the studio that artists crave. 

I think that her admiration of Papo’s work is fine and dandy, I see why she feels like he deserved better and he did, but the only thing that’s commendable about his work right now is that it exists at all. I’m not trying to say he’s less of an artist in any way, but he is the cautinary tale of what happens when an artist doesn’t have stability and support. Nola’s supported by her parents, she had money for college, she knows a bit more of how the art market actually works, both by her having friends who are involved with it like Tyrell and Clorida, and also knowing about grants and stuff like that.  The kinship she has with Papo is nice, but the the fact that she’s influenced at all by his work (as seen of the thing she makes for Skyler) is kinda terrible. Papo’s style is influence by his situation, his lack of materials and it’s more powerfur as an aesthetic and well smell because it does say some things about him that are true. With her those things seem superficial and not a reflexion of who she actually is.  Tyrell on the other hand is closer to what Nola tries to be, if only in text only, because he’s doing residencies and has gallery representation and that’s how you actually do a thing in that field. 

A common misconception about art is that is something else, a passion that moves you, something that takes over you, a need to create, but the truth is yes, you need all those things to be interested in art making in the first place, but once you decide to have as your carrer it becomes a buisness and you need to treat it like one. It’s really refreshing to see a 20something woman who’s trying to make it as a painter/artist, because you rarely get to see that and I have never related to a character more when it comes to what you actually do. The only diference is that Nola seems to be less able to critique her work and I’m maybe too much of a critic to make it work, but heck, it’s close enough? 

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The Complete Guide To Acure Seriously Soothing Skincare Range: What To Buy & What To Avoid

You know what they say…. All that sparkles is not gold. And all that’s natural isn’t soothing.

Ok, I made up that last part, but you get the point. Acure Seriously Soothing skincare range claims to be formulated with skin sensitivity in mind, but half the products are more irritating than soothing. Blame it on fragrant oils. ��

But not all the range is bad. You can find a few gems here – if you know where to look. That’s where I come in.

Here’s the complete guide to Acure Seriously Soothing skincare range. The good, the bad, and the ugly.

The Best Products From The Acure Seriously Soothing Range

Best Cleanser: Acure Seriously Soothing Cleansing Cream ($9.99)

Who said you need to double cleanse? Acure Seriously Soothing Cleansing Cream uses a mix of natural oils and gentle surfactants to remove every last trace of dirt and makeup from your face. The surfactants gently allow water to mix with oil and dirt, so they can be rinsed down the drain while the oils melt away even the most stubborn of waterproof mascaras. The best part? It leaves your dry skin silky soft and smooth. Goodbye tightness!

Available at: Acure and Ulta

Related: Do You Really Need To Double Cleanse?

Best Moisturiser For Dry And Sensitive Skin: Acure Seriously Soothing Day Cream ($17.99)

Acure Seriously Soothing Day Cream is a godsend for dry and sensitive skin in need of some serious TLC. For starters, it has a huge dollop of Aloe Vera mixed with a few drops of chamomile to relieve symptoms of irritations, including itching and redness. Plus, it features a mix of natural oils and butter – think sunflower oil, Argan oil, and cocoa butter – to create a protective layer on your skin that both moisturises it and protects it from environmental aggressors. The best part? It doesn’t feel heavy on your skin.

Available at: Acure and Yes Style

Related: The Complete Guide To Aloe Vera In Skincare: What It Is, What It Does, And How To Use It

The OK Products From The Acure Seriously Soothing Range

Acure Seriously Soothing Micellar Water Towelettes ($6.99)

Acure Seriously Soothing Micellar Water Towelettes is more soothing than cleansing. Like a proper micellar water, its cleansing powers are so gentle, it can only remove dirt and non-waterproof makeup products. Handy in a pinch, but if you’re wearing a full face of makeup every day, these won’t cut it. But hey, what they lack in the cleansing department, they more than make up in the soothing area. These towelettes are loaded to the brim with every soothing agent you can think of, from aloe to chamomile and even oats. Just don’t rub to take your makeup off! No matter how soothing these wipes are, that’ll still irritate your skin.

Available at: Acure

Related: How To Choose The Best Cleanser For Your Skin Type

Acure Seriously Soothing SPF 30 Day Cream ($18.99)

Acure Seriously Soothing SPF Day Cream is non-greasy mineral sunscreen for normal to oily skin types. Zinc oxide provides broad spectrum protection from all UV rays without irritating skin (but it can leave an ashy cast behind on darker skin tones). Argan oil, coconut oil, and shea butter deeply moisturise skin, while bisabolol and niacinamide soothe irritations. The catch? It has a couple drops of blue tansy. I’m not a fan. Blue tansy can irritate sensitive skin, so if you have a problem with it, stay away. At least it’s the only irritant here (you can’t say the same for other products in this range *sighs*) and the bisabolol & co kinda conteract it.

Available at: Acure and Ulta

Related: 3 Reasons Mineral Sunscreen Is Better For Sensitive Skin

Acure Seriously Soothing Solid Serum 3 in 1 ($15.99)

Acure Seriously Soothing Serum 3 in 1 is a multi-tasker: it acts as a makeup remover, facial moisturiser, and dry spot treatment. Does it deliver? Sort of. Its natural oils can definitely take off even stubborn makeup effortlessly. But the addition of natural waxes (they’re what gives the balm its solid shape) makes the texture a bit of a mixed bag. It’s not hydrating enough for very dry skin but too thick for use on the face.

Available at: Acure and Target

Acure Seriously Soothing Eye Serum Stick ($17.99)

Acure Seriously Soothing Eye Serum Stick has blue tansy, too. That’s the only thing I don’t dig about this serum. If you have sensitive skin, it can be irritating. Anyone else will find this serum very hydrating. Hyaluronic Acid plumps up those crow’s feet so they look smaller (for a while), bearberry extract lightens dark circles, while the cooling applicator relives puffiness. You can carry it everywhere with you, too.

Related: The Complete Guide To Treating Dark Circles

Available at: Acure and Target

The Products From The Acure Seriously Soothing Range I Don’t Recommend

Acure Seriously Soothing Blue Tansy Night Oil ($12.99)

Blue Tansy doesn’t just give Acure Seriously Soothing Blue Tansy Night Oil its name. It gives its blue colour, too. Cool, huh? Not so fast. Blue Tansy is also the reason this oil made it into the Worst List. Like most fragrant oils, it’s irritating, too. Not something I’d recommend to sensitive skin… It’s a shame because the bulk of this formula is made up of nourishing oils, like sweet almond and jojoba, that deeply moisturize skin and make it soft and smooth… *sighs*

Acure Seriously Soothing Cloud Cream ($18.99)

At first sight, Acure Seriously Soothing Cloud Cream has a lot going for it. It’s loaded with natural oils, like avocado and evening primrose, to create a protective barrier that keeps moisture in and germs, irritants, and pollutants out. It has a few sprinkles of chamomile and calendula to soothe any irritations. Its silky texture glides smoothly on the skin and doesn’t leave a greasy, oily residue behind. So, what’s the problem? It has a few citrusy and lavender oils that can irritate sensitive skin. Boo hoo!

Related: 7 Irritating Natural Ingredients You Didn’t Know About

Acure Seriously Soothing Biocellulose Mask ($5.99)

Acure Seriously Soothing Biocellulose Mask is by far the worst product from the range. Forget about the name, there’s nothing soothing here. It’s loaded to the brim with citrus and geranium oils that are super irritating for sensitive skin! Avoid like the plague!

Acure Seriously Soothing Under Eye Hydrogels ($4.99)

Acure has a habit of pairing soothing agents with irritants, hasn’t it? Acure Seriously Soothing Under Eye Hydrogels is another example. It has plenty of glycerin to hydrate skin and chamomile to soothe irritations… and then they go and ruin the formula with a big dollop of blue tansy and citrusy extracts. Super irritating! I wouldn’t use this stuff on my resistant oily t-zone, let alone my sensitive under-eye area!

Acure Seriously Soothing Serum Stick ($18.99)

Don’t let the name fool you. Acure Seriously Soothing Serum Stick may be called a serum, but feels more like a balm. One that leaves a greasy residue behind. But that’s not the only reason I’m not a fan of this moisturiser/serum. It’s moisturising enough for dry skin, but there’s nothing soothing about it. If anything, its fragrant oils can irritate skin.

Have you tried Acure Seriously Soothing skincare range? Share your fave picks in the comments below.

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5 Women on Why They Stopped “Taming” Their Hair

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5 Women on Why They Stopped “Taming” Their Hair

From a young age, most girls are acutely aware of the difference between “good” hair and “problem” hair. One ripples and bounces across TV screens during shampoo commercials; the other is spelled out on the bottles like a diagnosis: frizzy, dry, coarse, kinky, or — my favorite — unmanageable, as if the worst thing hair could do is defy your grooming attempts.

This impossibly narrow beauty ideal has all kinds of consequences for those who don’t fall within it, from bullying and alienation all the way to racial discrimination. This means it doesn’t just cost girls and women money or time, it can cost them a sense of inherent belonging or self-acceptance.

The silver lining of being force-fed dumb rules is the freedom to be gained by breaking them. The natural hair movement, which has done so much valuable work in eschewing and reshaping beauty conventions set with one type of (white) woman in mind, is one example of what shattering those rules can look and feel like.

There’s no shame in enjoying spending time on your hair, or reveling in the manipulation of it, but there remains something undeniably meaningful and subversive about skipping that process in favor of wild, frizzy or generally “unkempt” hair. To celebrate the literal and figurative beauty of that defiance, I asked five women who don’t tame their fluff to tell me how it feels to let it fly free.

Jasmine Burgos

Jasmine is a journalism student at Hunter College and a fashion intern living in Long Island.

How would you describe your natural hair? When did you start wearing it like this?

BIG, bouncy and wild! Since I was little, my hair has always taken over my face. Sometimes I can’t even see or I’m accidentally invading someone’s personal space. It’s great. I began to consistently wear my hair naturally by my freshman year of college.

Did you used to try to “tame” your hair?

My childhood consisted of hair relaxers and regular trips to the Dominican hair salon. You wouldn’t see me without sleek, straight hair. I remember all of the countless hours spent under the hairdryer ’til my ears burned and, to top it all off, the constant tugging away at my roots with a scalding blow dryer. But I endured every minute of it because, at the time, this was what girls with “difficult” or “time-consuming” hair did. It was my normal. I eventually grew to be obsessed with the process because the end product was beautiful.

Growing up, you’re taught that beauty is pain. I felt beautiful with my straight hair — it was softer, longer and a whole lot easier to take care of. If my hair wasn’t straightened, it was twisted up into a bun. Eventually, straightening my hair became inconvenient because I enjoyed exercise and I hated having to be careful with not sweating “too much,” or being super anxious to leave the house when it was raining or humid. It was an exhausting way to live. Once I began attending school in New York City, where it was much more diverse than my hometown, I began to care less about looking perfect, looking like everyone else, and looking like someone everyone else wanted me to be. I began to present myself comfortably and naturally, and that started with my hair and makeup. So far, it has been the most liberating decision of my life.

What’s your hair routine like now?

On wash days — typically Sundays — I wash with shampoo, detangle with a deep conditioner, let the deep conditioner absorb into my strands while I wash off the rest of my body, then rinse it out and end with a leave-in conditioner. Most of my washing/conditioning products are by Shea Moisture. I don’t rinse off most of the conditioner. If I want extra shape, I’ll add DevaCurl shaping gel or Cantu styling cream. I add all products while my hair is still wet, then I prefer to let it air dry if I can. Once it’s mostly dry, I’ll use the blow dryer on a cooler setting to get my volume up.

All other days of the week I refresh my curls by wetting them and reapplying conditioner to ensure they’re being moisturized every day.

What’s the most common comment or question you get in regards to your hair, and how do you respond?

Where do I begin!?

Is it yours? Is it real? Is that a wig? How do you, like, get it to do that? Do you curl it every morning? (This one is especially funny because I barely have time to apply makeup every day let alone tirelessly curl every single strand on my big head.) How do you even deal? Have you tried straightening it? And the biggest one of all: Can I touch it?

I realize that those who ask these kinds of questions just aren’t as exposed to black hair or big hair or any sort of different hair for that matter, so I can’t really blame them. I try to educate those genuinely curious. But for those who are clearly just trying to make me feel uncomfortable, I smile and show them that I’m proud of my kinks by simply saying, “Yes, it’s all mine and no, you may not touch.”

How does your hair make you feel?

Powerful. Funky. Unique. Audacious.

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Katie Stockton

Katie is a Clinical Information Manager living in Staten Island.

How would you describe your natural hair? When did you start wearing it like this?

Fluffy, curly, yearning to spread its wings and become trapped in the car door as I close it. Aside from a few forays into bangs and some sporadic straightening with my mom’s CHI flat iron (which I never gave back, sorry Mom), my hair has been the same since high school.

Did you used to try to “tame” your hair?

I went through a couple phases of hair suppression. When I was younger, it was all about detangling and keeping it contained in a ponytail. If I ever complained about my hair being too hard to brush, my dad would offer to chop it all off with his pocket knife. I did not take this lightly because once at a softball game he cut a fat wad of gum out of my teammate’s hair after her fed-up parent gave him permission.

When I got a bit older, my mom tried to teach me how to blow dry it, which I never had much success with and wasted a lot of John Frieda Frizz-Ease in the process. Then the CHI came into our lives and I’d spend an hour or more making it super straight. Like, lifelessly-plastered-to-my-head straight. People paid me attention and were very complimentary whenever I wore my hair straightened, but in retrospect, I don’t think it was worth the time and effort. And it’d start to puff back up in any amount of humidity or sweat. Especially my baby hairs and cowlick.

I started consistently wearing my hair as is out of laziness and burgeoning self-acceptance.

What’s your hair routine like now?

I wash my hair every three days or so. I’ll brush out all the knots and shed hairs right before I get in the shower, then shampoo, comb through my conditioner with a wide tooth comb, clip it up, do my other hygiene activities, then rinse out thoroughly. I’m currently using the Acure Organics clarifying shampoo and OGX coconut milk conditioner. My go-tos used to be the Acure Organics moisturizing shampoo and conditioner, but I haven’t tried them since they reformulated.

The most important part of my routine is the air-drying. Right out of the shower, I very gently wrap my hair up in a classic bathleisure towel situation. I use one that is highly absorbent — NOT terry cloth — and waffle-textured. After that sits for 20 minutes or so, if I have the time, I’ll do the same thing again with a dry Turkish bath towel.

Once I’m tired of that/need to leave my house, I’ll take it down to finish air drying unrestricted. No touching, unless to flip it to the opposite side to encourage volume up top. If the ends look too dull or sad, or if I feel like smelling great, I’ll use some Stark Skincare hair oil. But I don’t rake it through! Just press it in.

What’s the most common comment or question you get in regards to your hair, and how do you respond?

“It’s so long!” is a frequent one, and it does not earn more than a one-word response from me. I feel like when people say this, they’re going for the most innocuous comment possible, which makes me afraid they are secretly thinking mean things.

Strangers and acquaintances also love to touch my hair without asking. Their eyes glisten and their hands shoot out while they tell me how much they love my hair. Thanks so much! But please don’t touch me without my approval!

How does your hair make you feel?

Sometimes like I have a bug on me. But it’s only a stray hair.

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Beatriz Williams

Beatriz is an artist, grad student and future therapist living in Manhattan, New York.

How would you describe your natural hair? When did you start wearing it like this?

My natural hair is wild and alive. It has a mind of its own and I’m OK with that. I started wearing my hair as big as it is now a few years ago, after I graduated college and moved to New York City.

Did you used to try to “tame” your hair?

Up until a few years ago, “taming” my hair was always a part of my life. I remember trying out different products when I was younger including moose, gel, leave-in-conditioner… whatever would give me the least amount of frizz possible. Frizz was the enemy. Perfect, shapely, bouncy curls were the goal. Wearing my hair “big” now is definitely something I have grown into. Sometimes I actually make my hair frizzy on purpose and brush it out just to get an even fuller effect. My hair has become part of my identity. It reminds me every day how proud I am of my Latin/African roots. Because of this, I wear it big to make a statement.

What’s your hair routine like now?

I wash my hair maybe once or twice a week and put conditioner in it after I get out of the shower. I let it air-dry and shake my head from side to side, and up and down to help it dry with the most possible volume. Then I just let it do its thing.

What’s the most common comment or question you get in regards to your hair, and how do you respond?

A lot of people tell me that they like my hair and ask what products I use. I also have gotten that my hair looks like a pillow and they want to take a nap on it. I usually just say thanks and laugh it off. Some people do ask me if they can touch it and I tend to say yes more often than not.

How does your hair make you feel?

My hair gives me superpowers.

Sandy Sanchez

Sandy is a copywriter living in Williamsburg, Brooklyn.

How would you describe your natural hair? When did you start wearing it like this?

My natural hair is black, frizzy, a mix of very wavy waves and tight springy curls (especially in the bottom layer of my hair), with lots of baby hairs. The top layer, near my roots, sometimes has its flat days. I’d consider my hair a mixture of 2C and 3A, I think? It depends on the curl you pick out of my hair. I started wearing it naturally in 2013. Aside from my childhood years, of course.

Did you used to try to “tame” your hair?

I was a very curly-headed baby. My mom always told me that strangers would ask her if they could touch my hair. Once I hit around second grade, I started becoming self-conscious of my curly hair. I’d wear my hair in a tight, low ponytail every single day to keep it low-key and out of the way. I did this up until seventh grade. This was around the time side bangs and sleek straight hair was “in.” I still think about that scene where Mia in Princess Diaries gets a makeover and has her frizzy hair straightened out and she suddenly becomes “beautiful.” That scene would end up impacting me for years to come. I straightened my hair every single day starting in 2006 up until 2013 once I discovered the straightener, because I thought that beauty meant no curls and no frizz.

The straightener was my savior but my frizz always won the battle. I’d try so hard to have straight hair and by the end of the day, I could see the curls starting to come in again. It was a cycle of me hating my hair, straightening it, still being frizzy, seeing the curls coming back, getting mad, and then straightening it some more.

One day in 2012, I decided to wear my hair curly to school because I was getting sick of having to straighten it. I was absolutely terrified and I ended up getting so many questions. How come you’ve never worn your hair curly before? Did you curl your hair today? Omg, you look so different. I was still hesitant to wear it curly but then finally in 2013, the year I started college, I began to wear it natural every single day and I grew to love it more and more every day. For the first time ever, I didn’t care if I was a ball of frizz and regretted all the years I tried to hide it. Plus, I felt more like myself than I ever had in my entire life.

What’s your hair routine like now?

My hair routine is extremely low maintenance and I love it. I usually wash my hair one-to-two times a week because I’ve trained it throughout the years to not need to be washed so often. I comb my hair dry before washing it, so I only brush it one-to-two times a week as well. I’m not super loyal to any hair brand but right now I’m using the Pantene Curl Perfection and I’m loving it. Every once in awhile I use the OGX Coconut Curls Curling Hair Butter. Products always claim they’re going to “defrizz you,” but they never do and now I really don’t care if they do. I like to shower at night because then I can fall asleep on my wet hair, let it dry overnight, and wake up with tight, fluffy curls that are all over the place. It’s my way of “styling” it with my pillow overnight.

What’s the most common comment or question you get in regards to your hair, and how do you respond?

People are so sweet when it comes to their compliments and it makes me happy! Most of the time people say they wish they had curly hair, too. If someone doesn’t feel comfortable with their frizz, I like to tell them to just embrace it. A little frizz never hurt anyone! Another common comment about my hair I get is that “the frizz works on me,” so I guess that’s a compliment? Once in a while, I’ll get, “Do you ever get tired of the curls and straighten your hair?” To which I respond with: No, not really. Another question I get is “Can you let me straighten your hair one day? It’d be so fun.”

How does your hair make you feel?

It makes me feel so comfortable and cozy! My hair kind of feels like a part of my identity. I love that I don’t have to worry about how it looks. I don’t care if there are flyaways or frizz or a weird part sticking up in the back. I love waking up in the morning and leaving my apartment with my bedhead because sometimes, those are my best hair days. It’s also funny because, when you have big, frizzy hair, your friends can spot you from anywhere.

Hair is a pretty recognizable and signature part of you and, in a way, a form of self-expression, so I’m glad it makes me happy now! The fluffier, the better. I love meeting other fellow frizzy, curly-haired people because everyone has such unique curls and they’re all various shapes and sizes with different frizz levels and each curl is just so special and adorable.

Stacy Collado

Stacy works in a fashion showroom and is also a working model and dancer living in Bushwick, Brooklyn.

How would you describe your natural hair? When did you start wearing it like this?

Dry, frizzy, unkempt. I started wearing it like this when I decided those words didn’t have to mean “bad,” which actually wasn’t until… a year ago, maybe, out of the 23 I have been alive for.

Did you used to try to “tame” your hair?

My background is Dominican, so although it’s extremely common for people of my heritage to have naturally poofy/curly hair, it’s also customary in the culture to use various products and heating methods to tame it. I remember being really young, visiting relatives in the Dominican Republic, and sitting in someone’s living room while they put a hair-relaxing treatment on my head. Smooth and straight was the beauty ideal even among women who could never truly achieve that genetically. Now I know that those treatments were just chemically frying my hair and that it didn’t look good, just damaged.

What’s your hair routine like now?

For me, the trick is to rarely shampoo because it majorly dries out the frizz, and I love to condition so I do that daily. I don’t know if that’s a good thing to do or not. I air-dry, never wear product, and kind of just let my freak flag fly on the regular. I’m interested in dabbling in product these days, but I have yet to find the perfect recipe and I am really into letting it be.

What’s the most common comment or question you get in regards to your hair, and how do you respond?

My goodness, there are so many. “Do you ever straighten it?” followed by, “Does it take forever?” I just take it as an opportunity to go into a tangent along the lines of: “Yes, I spent many years of my life straightening and using all the frizz serums ever invented and realized unruly hair can be sexy AND professional AND just fine the way it is.”

How does your hair make you feel?

Like myself, which I think is probably the most important and most badass thing to be!

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Photos by Emily Malan; follow her on Instagram @emilymalan.

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2017-4(APR)-10-Monday.

2017-4(APR)-10-Monday.

As I start to write this, it's 9:14am and the criminal aboriginals of the CRIMINAL ABORIGINAL HOUSEHOLD have all flocked back there after literally being all over ON the streets, walking back and forth to the shops, and surrounds.

And OF COURSE the school-aged kids (even the 2 token ones that sometimes go there to school), NONE of them has gone to school which is just across the roads from them. In fact those 2 have been wandering all about and literally running ON THE ROADS before going back into the CRIMINAL ABORIGINAL HOUSEHOLD.

The 'adult' male of many, of that aboriginal CRIMINAL ABORIGINAL HOUSEHOLD has already been out on the roads kicking a football to nobody, retrieving it, then kicking it again. Especially when the ball went into innocent peoples yards. Just an alias by habit now.

They made it a point to have to retrieve the ball out of the yard of the newest reidents of the newest built house next to the defunct and boarded-up aboriginal drug dealer house. - But the aboriginal was roaming all up and down the roads with that ball.

At another point, he and another male adult aboriginal were walking back to the CRIMINAL ABORIGINAL HOUSEHOLD, when they spotted in a neighbours driveway what they thought was perhaps Police or authorities in an umarked white sedan. They instantly turned around and went back to the Koongamia shops area.

At another point more aboriginals from elsewhere, who were hanging around the shops area, they walked down and soon there was a group of aboriginals all walking on the roads. And of course they all walked into the CRIMINAL ABORIGINAL HOUSEHOLD. About 8 'adult' aboriginals have eventually filed into there.

There has since been truly countless comings and goings of aboriginals from the CRIMINAL ABORIGINAL HOUSEHOLD, but the total number of adults there has not gone down under 7-10. (and that's not counting the school-aged aboriginal criminal kids who of course aren't at school, and the ones who NEVER EVER go to any school.)

By the way, close to 9am, AFTER the nearby school has started it's day, one of the 2 kids who lives at the rented house (which has had it's fence purposely smashed and destroyed with huge holes in it), he had walked off towards the Koongamia shops as if he was going to school. He even had a small backpack on. But of course he had waited until school had started. He had no intention of ever going to school. And so within 10 minutes he returned from his wanderings and went back to his rented home.

At 9:41am....long after the local school has started it's school day, the kid who walked off to go to school from the corner house (with it's smashed fence), he has been quite 'busy'. He got a fishing rod from somewhere, and has been industriously busy rigging up a fishing line right across the street, then tying it on an innocent residents letterbox.

The fishing line now stretches right across the road at head decapitation height.

Perhaps he is hoping to injure the postman on his motorbike that will soon be around? And perhaps delivering mail that the kid doesn't want delivered? - Ah well, the criminal aboriginals especially the criminal aboriginal children have long been visitors to that place, even when it was empty of all residents. Nothing stops them. Not even people living there.

Ahh, but then the line was snapped when a vehicle came along and drove through it. One end of the line is now dangling from a verge tree. Never mind, judging by the amount of door slammings coming from that rented household there's other activity to keep the kid occupied and not going to school.

The kid was relatively 'normal' when he first came to live there. Then he and his older school-aged brother had been bashed by aboriginals whilst the the 'mother' did nothing but go down and visit the CRIMINAL ABORIGINAL HOUSEHOLD. Back then, that resulted in her being driven away from there by stone-throwing criminal aboriginal children.

But none of that mattered because the mother somehow soon became very very 'good friends' with the aboriginals of the CRIMINAL ABORIGINAL HOUSEHOLD. I guess if you are a drug addict you make allowances for anything the drug suppliers do to your kids huh?

There has been countless wanderings back and forth in the streets, from the CRIMINAL ABORIGINAL HOUSEHOLD and it's now about 10am.

Apparently, pwrhaps because they have been 'warned' not to be walking on the road so much, they are now using footpaths more often. There is a well-worn track made on a street verge from their constant comings and goings to -and -from, and from-and-to the shops (which inlcudes a handy liquor store) that opens around 9am. But they still wander ON the roads as the whim takes them anytime.

Earlier this morning, they were wandering back en-masse once more from the shops area, and a flatbed truck came along the roads. Suprisingly they let it go past on the roads rather than just walk in front of it whilst it was driving on the roads.

This momentary state of 'responsibility' is not. - Already the overweight aboriginal woman has been on the roads with the aboriginal toddler whilst her face was glued avidly to a mobile phone she held in her hands.

10:25----aboriginal adult males and school-aged aboriginal kids have been on the street now kicking a football on the roads, going into peoples yards to retrieve it as the whim takes them, and any cars that have tried to drive along using the road have had to slow right down and weave slowly around them on the road.

Don't the drivers know that roads are NOT for driving on but for aboriginals to play on? And walk on. And anything else the aboriginals want. The criminal aboriginals have long ago decided that they OWN the roads all around the area. And today they're once again staking their claim upon it.

10:45am....false calm.

10:48am.....a white adult wearing a blue shirt and long pants came out of the criminals walkway at the end of Kalara Road, walked down on the road and into the CRIMINAL ABORIGINAL HOUSEHOLD. - Stayed there for less than 1 minute, business done, then walked back again and away.

10:56......a neighbours visiting friend walks out, walks down the footpath to catch a bus, and as he walks past the the CRIMINAL ABORIGINAL HOUSEHOLD an aboriginal walks out and watches him go by, then the aborginal goes back into the CRIMINAL ABORIGINAL HOUSEHOLD before an aboriginal school-aged kid sits on the low brick fence and now keeps watch.

11:00.....back to false calm.

11:03am....a school-aged girl who has been wandering the strets and around, she goes into the CRIMINAL ABORIGINAL HOUSEHOLD.

Because they use all thw streets and walkways and pedestrian walk-thru's, the constant comings and goings are just that....constant. Even the Police can't figure out who lives where. And the criminals aren't ever going to make it know where they live at. Dont ever expect any Australian Census to be acurate.

Yesterday on Sunday at dusk, a vehicle just drove up and with it's nose pointed at the criminals pedestrian walkway, it waited there for 5 minutes or more with it's engine idling. It caused a lot of neighborhood dogs barking. And Sam & Max were barking. Rusty was barking. After awhile, a person from the criminal pedestrian walkaway got into the front passenger seat, the vehicle reversed out along the street, then drove away down past the CRIMINAL ABORIGINAL HOUSEHOLD and drove off. -- Just another of the countless mysterious picking up and letting off of strangers from/to the criminals pedestrian walkway at the end of the street. Because if you walk away or to anywhere, nobody can figure out where you live, especially Police or authorities who then blame (and they do) innocent residents for not knowing any information they can give to them.

11:20am.....an aborignal boy on a bicycle comes around from the Koongamia School direction. Rides about the footpath, then turns back again and louldy yells out to the CRIMINAL ABORIGINAL HOUSEHOLD. An aboriginal girl comes out of the CRIMINAL ABORIGINAL HOUSEHOLD and talks at length to him on the street verge across the road from the CRIMINAL ABORIGINAL HOUSEHOLD.

Within a few more minutes, several school-aged boys inlcuding the 2 of the ones from the rented corner house that has had it's fence smashed by aboriginals, they all walked on the road FROM the Koongamia shops direction. Whilst the aboriginal youths went into the CRIMINAL ABORIGINAL HOUSEHOLD (inlcuding the one who loves to hide up in trees from Police), the other 2 went into their rented house along with an older male youth who was riding a pushbike. The aboriginal woman walked off in the direction of the Koongamia shops.

11:30am.....now the road intersection has 5 school-aged kids 'playing' on there on the road. Aboriginals mostly. At least 3 cars and a light truck have come through the intersection in the last two minutes. The aboriginals are cavorting about on the roads doing 'wheelies' with their pushbikes. That's what the roads are for. Not for innocent citizens.

One of the aboriginal kids scavenged up cigarette butts from off the road and gave it to the aboriginal female of the group. She had a lighter upon her person and whilst siting down upon the road kerb, she lit it up and overtly puffed a few times on it before throwing it away making a big show of all that she did. (yes, its disgustingly true).

The others have then ridden away to anywhere they like, in the vast myriad of walkways and connected looped roads of the neighborhoods. And into the other aboriginal boltholes and enclaves.

The two boys who live at the rented corner house (of the smashed fence), are very strangely 'cleaning-up' the yard and dumping a collection of junk on the front verge outside their front gate. But whatever junk they toss there will stay there (or dragged away by feral aboriginals) because there is no collection of that stuff. It may be that a rent-inspection is due by the ownwer (or representative) and the renter(s) are attempting to ensue a guise to make the destroyed place civilised and 'well maintained'? - The youngest boy has been collecting armloads of plastic soft drink bottles out of the yard behind their 'fence' (and putting it into a bin?), from all the stuff that aborigines have been actively throwing into there on purpose.

And by the way, the nylon fishing line that had previoulsy beeen snapped off, that was wound up on the hand of the aboriginal smoking girl and carted off. That'll probably reappear somehow in the streets or up on the power lines like the dog leash hanging from the active power lines.

During this morning there has been a vehicle that drove down from the Koongamia shops direction, but turned around in the intersection and went straight back again. - Just another unknown event.

12:20......false calm.

Laying down in agony.

P@12:26--Massive headache. Massive pain. Max is in pain. He has had a massive drink of water. Time to take them outside in the backyard for ablutions again.