#school isn't a problem if she's the one CHOOSING school and CHOOSING to take college touring as a chance to explore

[calypsolemon]

I feel like a lot of the fandom assumes Connie during future is studying to an unhealthy extent and is making 0 time for herself but I feel like that's not the case? She literally introduces Steven to 3 new friends in Bismuth Casual, she seems to have free time for fun activities and hanging out. It's just... Steven who she doesn't always have time for, and I'm willing to bet it has just as much to do with her schooling than it does his own crazy busy schedule.

As usual, I think the perspective that Connie is always busy is mostly an effect of the show being told through Steven's perspective. She's always busy in the few moments that Steven has spare time. The thought of her moving far away for school, hanging out with people he doesn't know, moving on from the stressful things they had to do as kids... thats scary for Steven. But I think thats why Connie is more grounded than Steven in future, she's allowing herself to grow past gem stuff, make more friends than she ever had when she was younger, see the world for her own purposes rather than to do missions or save the world. Steven feels like he can't do all that, so he's imagining her as drifting away from him, with school as the culprit.

[yellowocaballero]

ORV Characters Ranked by Least to Most Likely to Commit White Collar Crime

You guys said you wanted my ORV takes, and I try not to say things unsolicited, so I'll drop the good meta-analysis and literary criticism that I'm known for. For comedy purposes please pretend that ORV is American.

Omniscent Reader's Viewpoint characters broken down by likelihood to commit white collar crime, least to most:

Lee Hyeonseong: he's convinced that he's never committed a crime in his life. Intentionally, of course not. Unintentionally, he takes shopping for groceries extremely seriously, and is sometimes so wrapped up in the fruit inspection experience that he'll leave without paying. Due to his innocent face, bulk, and sheer confidence, he's never caught. In an economically thrifty maneuver, KDJ always sends him on snack runs for parties and texts him math problems while he's there. He insists it's like couponing. It's not couponing.

Jeong Huiwon: similarly, of course she would never choose to commit a crime. Also similarly, when KDJ says, 'Hey, wanna commit a crime?' she always participates. Since the crime is normally targeted at rich people, KDJ can usually morally justify it to her. She calls this harm reduction. It's not harm reduction.

Lee Jihye: would love to commit a crime in theory, almost never in practice. She has an idealized image in her mind of the ideal high school experience and it involves grand theft auto. However, the worst she ever gets is breaking & entering and trespassing, mostly because she didn't stop to wonder if the building was abandoned or not. She can't even shoplift from Claire's.

Shin Yuseung: the kind of kid who sets the dissection frogs in the school laboratory free. Looks up illegal exotic animal trading on the deepweb and sighs in longing. But exotic pet trading isn't very Animal Rights of her, so she just leaks information to the CIA and busts the rings. Lee Gilyeong convinces her to track down shady sellers on Craigslist and bust their kneecaps. Neither of them view this as significantly different from the dissection frog liberation. KDJ gets her a rescued exotic cat for her birthday as a reward.

Lee Gilyeong: self-explanatory.

Han Suyeong: she's been pirating media since she was eleven and has never stopped. World-class expert in pirating everything. She's the unsung hero who rips the CDs and games and puts them online. Runs the pirating websites. Has never paid for a webnovel or manwha or manga in her life. Despite this, she insists that pirating books is immoral and that people should support small authors. The FBI knows she exists and has been trying to catch her for years. She brags about this constantly.

Yoo Sangah: has committed tax fraud before, will commit tax fraud tomorrow, is currently committing tax fraud. Embezzles her company's embezzlement. Insists that she's only committing victimless crimes, mainly because she doesn't view business executives as people. Her ability to evade the IRS is mythological and it's how KDJ got a crush on her.

Yoo Junghyeok: does not understand adult life well enough to knowingly commit any sort of white collar crime. He is this high on the list because he enables and helps KDJ in literally everything he does, especially using his clout as an influencer. This is because KDJ has convinced him that these things aren't crimes, and he doesn't understand adult life well enough to figure it out.

Kim Dokja: has done every white collar crime under the sun. I can't emphasize enough how much crime he does. He's currently blackmailing SYS's college tuition out of a US Senator. HSY makes the shell companies and launders so much money with him. Alternates between running a pyramid scheme and a ponzi scheme depending on the month. Started a cult that one time but we don't like to talk about that. Runs the betting ring for YJH's esports games. Fixes the games. YJH does not know he does this, but KDJ splits the profits and Yoo Mia also needs a college tuition so he decides not to think about it too hard. Big into crypto and runs every crypto scam you can possibly think of, which is normally where the the ponzi schemes come in. Steals YJH's identity often. Somehow everything he does is technically legal. The only crime he does not commit is pirating. Exclusively targets the wealthy and ultra-wealthy and has never stolen money from a poor person. Sugar daddies all of his friends and pays all college tuitions. Anonymously yet obviously sponsors huge amounts of money to YJH's Twitch streams, mostly in apology for the ID theft. Would really rather be living a quiet life in a big house with all of his friends, but that big house ain't gonna pay for itself.

[mstrickster]

How do you think the bat kids were in school/high school and did there end up being a change in them when they started living with Bruce?

Thank you so much for the ask!

So it is canon that Jason really enjoyed school when he was a kid. We also know that Duke and Damian currently attend school. Also that Tim dropped out of high school. So I am going to take all that into account in this answer.

Dick: I do not believe Dick was ever in a formal school environment before Bruce. Since he was a circus kid, I think it's more likely he was homeschooled by his mom. Due to this fact, I would guess that Bruce decided not to enroll him in school for the first few years. I could see Alfred acting as a tudor or Bruce hiring one. I could see him trying a private school, but it was just not fitting. He preferred being at home where he could move around while he was taught. I do think he was about to graduate high school, but he probably didn't want to go beyond that.

Jason: Jason was probably in school when Bruce adopted him. As a kid from Crime Alley, I could see Jason finding comfort in school. Due to the fact that it gets him away from his abusive home. After Bruce adopts him, he probably gives him a choice on schooling. Jason chooses to stay in his school. He doesn't end up graduating, though, cause of the whole dead thing. However, I can see him continuing informal education through reading. I could also see Alfred taking him to museums, libraries, and other educational places as a bonding experience. However, Jason will probably never receive any more formal schooling.

Tim: I am under the firm belief that Tim hated school. He didn't technically need to attend cause he's a genius. However, Bruce insisted that he needed social interactions. When Tim got the chance, he did end up dropping out. It's not that he thinks he's above school. It's more he has no problem finding social interaction, and he is smarter than all his teachers were. So he doesn't see the point.

Barbara: I know Barbara isn't technically Bruce's kid, but she is a bat kid, so I'm counting her. I truly believe Barbara was one of the only ones who really enjoyed school and continued to go like she strikes me as the one who actually graduated. She is probably the only one who went to college as of yet. She probably went for computers or some kind of programming or coding. However, she always has had a thirst for knowledge and a pretty open disposition so I could see her not refusing school. Also, Bruce probably offered to play pay for her schooling, but Jim refused. He had been saving up since she was three, and he would pay for it himself, goddammit.

Steph: Of all the bat kids, Stephanie and Duke probably had the most normal upbringing school-wise. Like I know her dad is a supervillain, but her mom isn't, so I could see her actually going to public school. In fact, her mom probably insisted that she regularly attended school. Her mom really wanted her to graduate and succeed in life. She is currently in college, which Bruce is paying for. However, that is his only contribution to her education.

Cass: It is canon that her parents did not feel the need to educate her in anything that wouldn't achieve their goals of having her be an assassin. In canon, even though she is very well educated in battle and body language, she is illiterate when we first meet her. So I feel like she would have the biggest turnaround of all the bat kids. I could see Bruce setting up a whole school in the manor for her comfort. She was taught how to read, write, and do math from this school. Due to the care put in by Bruce, Cassandra ends up really enjoying school. She never does attend public school or college because she isn't comfortable. However, she is brought up to her current level. Plus, if she ever expresses the want to learn more, Bruce is ready to comply.

Damian: Even though he was also trained as an assassin like Cassandra, I can see Damian actually being taught proper schooling. In fact, I could see Talia going out of her way to make sure he is able to excel in any educational setting. Damian strikes me as the type of kid who knew five different languages before he was even 10. Therefore, when he moved in with Bruce, he didn't see a need for school. He thought it was silly and that he was more educated than anyone that he would ever meet in a school. However, Bruce did insist that it was not for education it was for social interactions. Which Damien begrudgingly agreed to. He did end up liking it after a while because they allowed him to do more than just educational classes. He was able to indulge his art, which he really enjoyed. He probably does go on to graduate high school. He says it's because he wants to finish, unlike some people. The truth is he likes having something that makes him a normal kid.

Duke: Duke schooling probably didn't change much after Bruce took him in. He was already in school and probably was a pretty decent student. The only change I could see is that he switched to a private school instead of a public school. Otherwise, I think Duke has the most normal school experience out of all the kids. He does probably go to college but more as a way to honor his parents than it being a need.

Thank you again!

[jayalaw]

Thoughts About Light Yagami Being A YouTuber

Thanks to @cacklingskeleton for starting this idea, and @kingofthewilderwest for talking with me about this.

For reference: I am referring to Light from the first five volumes of the manga mainly, rather than the various spinoffs. We will not speak of the horrendous Netflix version. This would be taking place after the Lind L. Taylor incident, which confirms that Kira is in the Kanto region for the whole world.

What's fascinating about Death Note in modern times is that it came out before social media. Light has to get all his news about criminals from newspapers and television, to the point that he had to hide a mini-television in a potato chip bag to avoid surveillance.

Social media has changed things; you can find information about criminals and trials in real-time. The Internet is forever, and we all have smart devices now. Kira could kill a criminal as soon as their mugshot hits Twitter. Not to mention that with the right credit card, you don't need shinigami eyes; you can find all the info that you need on a person.

King and I were disagreeing about one point: would Light do well at YouTube? I think so because Light knows how to control his image, and L was the only person who could see through it. King doesn't agree, because Light's mask falls away rather quickly in the manga. He may know how to plot murder, but his ability to act normal fades away rather quickly.

So let's consider these two angles. There are two ways this could go:

If Light Yagami Is Good At YouTube

Light is calculating and intelligent, good at building his image. I remember this from the manga, how he is popular both in high school and college,

My headcanon is that Light would do videos talking about justice systems in fiction. You have stories about if the apocalypse in Mad Max has appropriate punishments for the antagonist, and if the chickens in Chicken Run have any legal rights. He knows that you can go viral for the wrong reasons, and chooses his topics carefully. What's more, his dad may not understand YouTube, but it would be shameful if Soichiro Yagami's son was caught doing something uncouth.

If Light has some disagreements with YouTubers? He knows how to do what James Somerton did: hide behind an aura of feigned innocence and send his fanbase against them. And how can he be a bad guy? He doesn't even have a Patreon or crowdfunding! All his YouTube revenue goes towards charity, because he has a full-ride to university and his needs are few since he still lives at home to help out with his little sister. She posts videos of them dancing to Misa-Misa's songs. All the other YouTubers are more worried about their careers and are just jealous little shits.

Here is the thing: people leave patterns. And there are whisper networks. Light may think he's leaving no trail, but computers have screencaps, and memory.

If Light Yagami Is Bad At YouTube

He gets by with his channel topics due to his natural good looks. I admit that Light isn't my type because he seems too dark and broody, plus the whole what he did to Naomi Misora, but he might have been appealing.

In this case, the channel topic could be anything: Let's Play video games, reactions to vines and viral videos, "The Best Snacks To Eat While Studying for Entrance Exams." No one doubts that Light can cook, even if he eats those nasty potato chips.

So let's go with King's interpretation. Light is someone who is big talk about general topics, but if you look up close, it's really shallow. People follow him because he's good-looking and has a lovely voice. It's a voice that makes you want to go into battle. Some of his more impressionable fans wonder why he wasn't scouted by a J-pop band. It wouldn't have worked; Soichiro Yagami would stake any manager or agent that would dare keep his son from the college path.

The problem is when Light gets the Death Note. He still posts videos, but he starts getting sloppy. Though he doesn't want to admit it, murder is a huge weight on the human soul. And he takes it out on the communities that welcomed him, in subtle ways.

The Video

Hbomberguy has noticed some trends. Any YouTuber that crosses Light Yagami, even for pointing out something like, "Dude, you took footage from me," somehow gets hit. Light is careful to go only after small people, the marginalized that may leave YouTube from the harassment.

He is careful. After all, if you are going to accuse someone of plagiarizing videos and using his fanbase to destroy the competition, including YouTubers that considered Light a good friend, you need hard evidence, and backups. So hbomberguy brings the receipts, with permission from the victim.

The Kira stuff is the real bombshell; Hbomberguy cites what happened with Lind L. Taylor, and how Light is one of the biggest international YouTubers from the Kanto region, who is bilingual to boot. And something something how he figured out the shinigami thing because there have been incidents of people online talking about writing names in notebooks, getting creeped out when others died, and tossing the books away. They talked about having seen mysterious figures. Yes, it could be Internet hearsay, but the heart attacks match the pattern.

The video goes viral. Light can only watch in horror, because hbomberguy points out that if he dies of a heart attack now, Light will be the prime suspect. Ryuk is cackling.

And somewhere, L is leaning back in his weird crouched position and puffing out a deep breath of frustration. Several months of subtle investigation down the drain, thanks to YouTube drama.

[alittlextrathatway]

Honestly any lyric from Universe can fit brettsey but I think I’ll go with “You make me believe in something bigger than just me”

You can choose the location! Please tag me when you’re done! I think this is so cool!

And back to canon we go with this one lol.

Let's see what location shall I pick?

How about...

on the street.

***

He leaves again tomorrow, but not forever this time.

He'll be back and forth for the next few months as Ben finishes school and makes the transition to college. After that, he'll be back in Chicago full time to build the life with Sylvie he's been dreaming about for years.

Tonight, they're headed to Molly's to announce their engagement and say his goodbyes. But before they head in, he has more he's been wanting to say to Sylvie.

He tugs on her hand and squeezes her fingers. As she turns to look at him he nods toward the small alley next to the bar. She follows him with a concerned expression on her far too beautiful face. He takes in every inch of it, from the wrinkle between her eye brows to the downturned corners of her mouth.

He presses her against the wall, caging her in with his hands on her hips and then smiles at her, hoping to soothe her concern.

"Before we go in there and I have to share you for the rest of the night," he begins, pressing a swift kiss to her lips. "I wanted to talk a bit."

The tension melts out of her body and she leans her weight against the wall, bringing her hands and arms up to rest on his shoulders. "Well, you know I love it when you decide to use your words. It usually works out pretty well for us," she teases.

He chuckles and sends her a mock glare. "Noted."

"What topic did you have in mind this time?" She asks, smiling brighter despite his narrowed eyes.

"I know long distance isn't what either of us wants," he says, diving right in. If he's learned anything form almost losing Sylvie it's that it's better to be up front than dance around the big issues. "So, before we jump back into that for the next few months I just want to make sure you know that it's going to be different this time. I'm going to be different. I want to make more intentional choices about how I spend my time, especially my time with you."

"Matt..."

He can tell she's about to let him off the hook for all the times he cancelled on her and didn't return her willingness to travel for the sake of their relationship so he cuts her off. "Don't say I don't need to, Sylvie, we both know that's not true."

She rolls her lips and sighs but nods, conceding his point. "Okay."

"I let our relationship slip on my priorities list and, yes, the boys are important but they shouldn't be more important than you. You and them, and now Julia too, should all be on equal footing. Until I'm back here with you permanently I'm going to make sure that's the case. Losing you again isn't an option."

"You won't," Sylvie promises. "This time if I start to feel like we're fading away then I'll tell you. I won't hold it in and try to deal with it on my own. You weren't the only problem, Matt. I failed us too. But we made it though it, we're here together now, and that's what's important. And this time, everything seems to be leading to us ending up closer together -- not further apart."

"Our stars are aligning you mean?" He asks, an affectionate grin tugging at his lips.

She sighs again, this time she sounds relieved and content, as if she's finally comfortable. Finally, in his arms again like she was always meant to be. "Yes, our stars are finally lining up."

"I never really believed in that kind of thing before you," he admits.

"What kind of thing?"

"Meant to be, fate, kismet. Whatever you wanna call it. The big picture or grand design. I just thought we search out our people and we commit to being good to them. You make the best of where you are and the people you're with. And that's it."

"And I changed your mind?" Sylvie asks.

He rests his forehead against hers while he nods. His eyes mist over as they always do when he stops to think about the gravity of his feelings for Sylvie Brett. "You changed everything. The way you love me and the boys, the way you just knew Julia was made to be yours, the timing of all of it with Ben going off to college. You're the one that brings the pieces together for me. You help me see the design amidst all the chaos. If that makes any sense."

"It makes perfect sense," she agrees, tightening her hold on him and pulling him closer. "To me anyway."

Of course it does because she understands him in a way no one else every has before. "I love you."

"I love you too."

And now he gets to spend the rest of his life reminding her of that as often as possible.

[coraniaid]

I don't think I understand the argument that Buffy should have been paid for being a Slayer. 

Of course I agree that -- within the fictional reality depicted by the show -- it is an injustice that Buffy is not paid or properly respected for being a Slayer.  What I don't get is the way this often seems to be framed as a criticism of the show itself.  As if this is a mistake that the writers should have fixed and not a deliberate worldbuilding decision. I don't think that's right at all.

Buffy isn't paid for being a vampire slayer because, if she were, the central metaphor of the fiction would completely collapse. 

Being a Slayer is meant to be something that causes Buffy hardship in her ordinary life.  It is meant to be something she has to do but can’t be appreciated for.  We’re repeatedly shown, from the very first episode of the show, that being the Slayer causes Buffy problems. That she wants to fit in, to be "normal".  That she wants to do well in school and college and to make her teachers and her parents proud of her.  And at the same time we’re also shown that she can’t, because of circumstances that she isn’t able to explain. 

Buffy spends her teenage years battling demons that the adults with power over her can't understand or recognize. Even when she does come out to her loved ones about who she really is, they struggle to accept her. And even when they do, there is still something about her life that even her closest friends can’t ever fully know. Something that makes her different than her mother or her friends or even her sister.

This is, surely, the whole point of the show.  It’s not just some weird quirk or unplanned consequence of other elements of the narrative.  It’s not something that could be 'fixed' without completely changing what the fiction would be about. 

It’s the idea that gives the story its emotional weight; it’s why Buffy as a character works.  Because what Buffy is going through parallels a journey that a lot of us have been through or will go through in our own lives. Fighting battles nobody else has to.  Living with the knowledge that there are things that make our lives difficult that the people around us – even the people who care about us – can’t ever really understand, however much we want them to. That experience is what Buffy the Vampire Slayer is about, on the most basic level. 

It's about taking the simple idea that high school is often a hellish experience, or that everyone has their own private demons to fight, and making these metaphors literal.  Buffy's high school really does sit on top of a portal into hell.  She does have to fight demons, every night, and has to hide the fact she's doing this from her parents and her teachers.  And no, she doesn't get fairly paid or acknowledged for it.  Again, that's the point.

"The hardest thing in the world is to live in it". "I hate that there's evil, and that I was chosen to fight it.  I wish that I hadn't been.  But this isn't about wishes.  It's about choices."  "You don't have a good choice, but you have a choice".    This is what the show is about.  It's about choosing to do the right thing despite the lack of recognition or reward.

If you were to 'fix' this -- by having the establishment represented by the Watchers’ Council pay Buffy a reasonable regular wage, say, instead of acting as obstacles and antagonists -- then what would that mean? What would the show be saying?  "Actually the patriarchy is good and helpful, sometimes, if you know the right people"?  "You will have problems in life that nobody seems to understand and it's important you find a way to monetize them"?  “Some people are chosen to have superpowers and … well, I guess things tend to work out pretty well for those people”?  Yes, the fictional character of Buffy Summers would be happier, but what would the show actually be communicating, as a piece of art?  Would it be saying anything interesting at all?

Similarly, Buffy’s more explicit financial problems in later seasons could have been avoided in a lot of ways. Giles could pass on more of the money he gets from the Watchers’ Council to her, Willow and Tara could pay rent rather than living in her house for free, or, honestly, it just could have turned out that Joyce had had better insurance and left her more money. 

But if any of these things had happened, the story of Season 6 would have been very different.  Buffy’s money problems after her friends bring her back to life are not just something unfortunate that happens to her which the show neglects to correct.  They are a key part of the story the writers are trying to tell.  So too in the show more generally. 

And yes, I know, Angel is paid for battling demons.  That’s true.

But, counterpoint, the following is also true: Angel regularly works alongside the cops against the machinations of evil defense lawyers; Angel is an immortal vampire who lives by choice somewhere famously sunny; Angel devotes his unlife to trying to atone for crimes that the show’s own lore insists he cannot possibly be held responsible for; Angel spends a lot of time feeling sad and powerless when women he knows get magically or metaphorically pregnant and then die. 

Maybe his show is not actually something Buffy should be looking to take writing lessons from.

[tallsuperstar]

I probably shouldn't talk about stuff but that post I just reblogged struck a chord with me and I wanna kinda just type it out and get it out of my system. So if you don't wanna see my "not as bad as it could have been" rant about my parents you can just ignore the rest of this post.

A bit ago, I asked my parents why they take me to see any kind of doctor or psychologist when I was a kid despite my very obvious problems.

And they didn't answer the question. My mom gave a non apology about it saying she was "sorry" that she didn't know I needed help when I was a kid. Which...is factually incorrect, sorry?

My brother got diagnosed with ADHD when he was a very young child. Like, he was that stereotypical "boy with adhd," very rambunctious, couldn't sit still, etc. And my mom did everything she could to help mitigate it, with this being the start of her caring about physical health and trying to give us a more balanced diet. No more instant ramen every night.

But I didn't get any of that? And to be clear, I wasn't a quiet kid. It's actually insane that they did completely nothing about my behavior as a kid. I was violent! A bully! I destroyed school property to the point that my parents were fined! I got suspended for physically beating up one of my classmates, getting so worked up by the tiniest thing that I would break down into tears and lash out at anyone who got too close. You know those jokes about how as a kid you would poke your eraser with your pencil and create a bunch of holes in it? I never did that. I used scissors. And not on erasers.

But my brother was the one who needed the psychologist bc he was hyperactive.

I don't blame my brother. I wouldn't live with him if that were the case. It's not like this was her fault. But what kind of parents just choose not to do anything when they have a kid who is clear a danger to their peers and themself?

It's this clear favoritism that annoys me.

They instead opted to doing nothing. Actually, nothing isn't the right word for it. I was punished very harshly when I was young. I don't remember it, though. I get a headache if I try to think about it which probably isn't good. They just didn't do anything about my behavior outside of the home. No fucking wonder one of my teachers tried to call CPS.

I think, they realized that there was something a little wrong with me when I developed trichotillomania. I guess ripping out my own hair to the point of bald spots was when they thought "hey, maybe we should get this one tested for anxiety." I guess stabbing myself with scissors wasn't a VERY OBVIOUS ISSUE. By that point, I was no longer the bratty, overactive child who my parents recorded whenever I angry cried over the stupidest things. I was a kid who hid in oversized sweatshirts and locked themselves in their room and only came out when strictly necessary and roleplayed pokemon hunger games online and was in "special" classes that taught how to talk to people and had detention once a week. Not like my parents cared. If they cared, then they would've realized me not doing schoolwork but still doing well on tests was for a completely different reason than why that was the case for my brother and sister...

Skipping past high school, at least I was finally able to get out once college rolled around...being out on my own has done a lot for me to better understand myself.

I still don't even hate my parents...this is just a small snippet from one specific angle about my childhood, but typing it out...helps.

[firesofdainix]

Ninjago Characters and their SHS branches because I'm in my last year

Disclaimer: I'm going off on my country's own school system because it's what I'm familiar with (also bc I don't get you guys' systems... why do you guys change classmates every day). But Senior High is a late branch of High School to prepare students for college, usually from the ages 16-18.

Kai: ABM

He's not as ambitious or intuitive as Nya and Jay are, and he isn't as good with his words to join HUMMS (he thinks having to write essays is worse than solving problems and he's terrible at speeches) so he settles for ABM, which is a bit on the numbers side, but he's always been good with numbers. He just strikes me as a person who can argue about money and numbers for hours.

Nya: STEM

Obviously, she's a STEM student: she specializes more in mechanics and IT than any other student in the branch.

Jay Walker: STEM

Also a STEM student, with the same specialty as Nya except he's more of an IT and robotics kind of person than machinery. But he still helps Nya blueprint some stuff, he just lets her make it her own.

Zane: STEM

STEM as well- however, he doesn't excel in the more scientific subjects unlike Jay and Nya, but rather on more 'humanitarian' subjects, or just subjects that's more on chemistry or biology. He was supposed to be a HUMMS student, all because of his fascination towards humanity, but chose STEM instead.

Cole: GAS

I have no clue what kind of SHS branch Cole would go to, and I have a feeling he doesn't have any idea either. So he gets a GAS branch, where people who're undecided which course or career they would take. He ends up not choosing anything because he really loves every subject in the branch, no matter how many they are.

Lloyd: HUMMS

OFC he's going to be HUMMS, he's great at public speaking and I'm sure he can rant all day about the government and how it socks without pausing to breathe. He's definitely good with his words and how to direct them, in the section of the more extroverted part of the branch. Wishing I was him fr

Pixal: STEM

Like Zane, she loves something that screams human anatomy studying like biology, or chemistry, or even engineering. However, she also has a fondness for mechanics and robotics she shares with Jay and Nya, making her a roundabout STEM student.

Morro: GAS

Yeah, just like Cole, I have no idea what this guy wants. He wanted to be in the STEM branch to outdo Lloyd and appease Wu, but Wu was smarter in figuring out that Morro still doesn't know what he should do in his life yet. So, after some prompting he was sent to GAS so he could sort out his life.

Skylor: GAS

Unlike Cole and Morro, who were sent to GAS simply because they couldn't decide, Skylor applied for it with the sole reason to learn more about which career paths she may or may not take, and the ones she likes. She's a jack of all trades, if you call it that.

[oni-verse]

cas & gil bios and history (part one?)

once again, a warning ahead for abuse, family death, drinking

gil's older brother dean, who is 29 when gil is 24

cas' older sister kate, who is 27 when cas is 24

cas and gil's high school best friend sinead, who is a smart, elegant, worldly woman that moves to france after a year of going to college with cas. she learns french and meets her wife josephine. here is sinead and an old paper drawing of josephine.

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cas and gil and sinead met as high school freshmen. they became good close friends all through high school, cas and gil forming a separate bond when cas caught on that gil had home problems. gil was being abused by his father, and his mother had a terminal illness that was getting worse as the years went on.

when gil wanted a place to go, cas' family would take him in, and cas' parents treated gil like another son. sinead's parents were also busy workaholics that were constantly travelling and leaving sinead by herself, so the three of them often would go to sinead's house or cas' home.

sinead and gil would butt heads on a lot of matters, but still considered themselves close friends. on the years that sinead's family was away, her and gil would go to cas' home for holidays, especially after gil's mother passed away when he was 15.

here's cas and gil when they're 14-15ish (the time when gil started T, thanks to his mother's support)

as a high schooler, cas is shy and worried about appearances and school. he's a little more sheltered and innocent compared to sinead and gil. sinead is a little quietly rebellious, and gil is much more rebellious, but they help cas lighten up.

in their final year of high school, mere weeks before graduation, gil stopped showing up to school. cas originally had no reason to raise an eyebrow at this, gil had skipped school plenty of times. but when there's no sight of him and gil doesn't respond to messages, cas goes to his house, and finds it empty. after getting his sister to call gil's brother, they find out that gil ran away and his father died in a car accident on the same night.

cas is fearful and worried of course, but there's no follow-up to gil's whereabouts, and college begins, a few months later.

cas' college experience is good, although he never forgets about gil, hoping one day he'll just show up or call. cas proceeds to go about his life, he has a few girlfriends, and sinead starts school abroad. cas and her continue to call and videochat frequently.

in cas' third year of school, he meets his new roommate, who he's friends with at first. his roommate has a girlfriend, and as time goes on, the roommate and girlfriend start fighting a lot and become on/off again, giving cas a lot of grief, even as he chooses to continue to room with the guy, and the girlfriend lives with them 3/4 of the time, against cas' wishes.

in cas' final year, he meets a new girl and they engage in a longterm relationship, for about two years. here's cas and that girlfriend

around 24 years old, cas has an overdue sexuality crisis and comes to terms with the fact he's gay and always has been. cas comes out, he and this girlfriend talk about it and break up on amicable terms. she wishes him the best and the two part ways. that year, cas is working full-time jobs in things like retail, his insomnia is pretty awful, he hates his roommate (and a half), and his best friend sinead is in another country. cas still thinks about gil sometimes, but far less these days, as it's getting close to 6 years since gil disappeared.

that winter, cas isn't sleeping much at night, and he goes for a walk in the snow for snacks from a convenience store nearby. he sees a person across the street in the park, underdressed for the snow and asleep lying down in it. cas worries theyll freeze to death, and he investigates just in case. to his wholehearted surprise, it's gil, blackout drunk and looking very different.

cas takes it upon himself to (bitterly) get gil on his feet and take him home so he can warm up and hopefully sober up. he can barely get a coherent sentence out of gil, but he walks with cas' support. as much as it freaks cas out to see him like this, alive and present after 6 years, without any message, he doesnt want anything bad to happen to gil.

cas doesn't sleep and takes care of gil, letting him rest in cas' bed as he watches after him, waiting for gil to wake up a little more clearheaded. when gil is coherent enough, cas rages out a little bit and breaks down into tears about everything, how he worried for gil and didnt know what happened to him, how they used to be best friends and he was left hanging like this, wondering if gil was dead or he would die and cas would never know.

gil is overly nonchalant about it all, apologizing and sort of attempting to comfort cas, but in the end it seems like gil is eager to leave, and tells cas to "come by whenever", and that he lives in his mom's old house.

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notes about gil's changes between being 18 to 24:

gil's hair was shorter as a teen, his gauges in his ears were smaller. gil's hair is now much longer and his ears are stretched large!!! he's a little taller but also skinnier. whereas teenage gil could barely grow peach fuzz on his upper lip, 24 year old gil has facial hair. his face structure is way less round and more masculine, and when cas sees him, he has some fading bruises on his face, and some fresh bruises on his hands. he has cigarette/blunt burn scars on the backs of both of his hands, little " X X X " stick-n-poke tattoos on the backs of his hands, and cas will soon see that he has more tattoos.

[jerzwriter]

Is your Ethan one to “hate” his birthday or he just doesn’t care/remember it?

How do you HC his parents used to celebrate his birthday pre and post Louise leaving?

When he was dating someone, did they do something for him on that day? What about his friends from med school?

Now that he’s with MC, does he care more about it? What do they normally do on that day?

What would he choose as his best birthday/gift?

I love this question! Thanks, Nonny.

I don't think he hates it. At least not now, but he doesn't see it as a big deal, either.

Alan & Louise always made a big deal about his birthday, even as their relationship was experiencing problems. There was always a cake, presents, and a party of some sort. Since his birthday is close to Thanksgiving, sometimes the whole family would be there. But even if they were not, his birthday was a special day.

His birthday became a real issue for him after Louise left. When one feels a parent doesn't want/love them, their birthday can be a very challenging day. Ethan doesn't want to acknowledge it in a big way after she leaves. He still has the cake and graciously accepts a gift from Alan, but he refuses any large parties or acknowledgments. Alan tries to believe it's just his age, partially because Ethan uses that as an excuse, but they both know it's more.

It isn't until he's away from home (college/med school) that his birthday takes on any meaning again. His friends see it as a reason to go out and party, and he's happy to take part. This is to the nth power after he meets Tobias, who drags him to every bar in Baltimore announcing it's his friend's birthday - he convinces the bartenders to give him free drinks, and he gets him plenty of "attention," too. I think Chenza (Hopkins GF) and Tobias would have both made the day special for him.

I think Harper did as well, and Naveen. But in a more subdued way. His birthday would be acknowledged with a fine dinner, either home-cooked or at a nice restaurant. A simple, thoughtful gift (like a bottle of his favorite scotch). But they knew he didn't like big and flashy, so they kept it low-key.

Kaycee makes sure his birthday is special, even before they are together. Once they are together, she goes all out. He'll wake to breakfast and his place decorated and some quality morning "entertainment." She'll often try to get him away for a weekend around that time, as he's more into that than parties. The friends will have a celebration at Donahues, even if it's low-key. But Kaycee will absolutely throw a party for him on his 40th and other milestone birthdays.

Birthdays are even more special after Emma. While his favorite parts are when it is just the three of them (Emma running in from the kitchen covered in icing after making a cake for him with Kaycee). His birthdays definitely take on a family tone at that point. There will always be a family dinner/cake, etc.

His most memorable birthday? His first with Kaycee and Emma. Kaycee got up early to do her usual decorations and breakfast prep, but things went awry. Since I missed his birthday - I think I'll write this as a little fic! :) Thanks for the inspiration!

[dengchansaysmoo]

A collection of thoughts

Recently, there is a sense of wanting to "catch-up" with the stuff I missed on doing when I was a teenager.

At the age of 10 to 11 years old, I've been exposed to an environment where sacrificing my own "needs, wants, essentially, what we call as happiness" for someone else's benefit. This would root out from a lot of things within the family - my grandmother suffering from cancer (has metastasized over the span of years we've been with her), we've got financial problems that burdened us after she passed, family problems getting panned back and forth because of my dad's brother and my grandfather (company-related). I don't think I had a childhood that really allowed me to enjoy whatever the kids were enjoying at their age. My dad often shared all his woes to me that I've grown accustomed to what he considered is "normal" to him. In return, it gave me a predisposition that life is all about suffering and we are not deserving enough to have a breath of fresh air and just enjoy things as it is.

Over the years, I've realized that it isn't really productive to retain that kind of mentality. It's just another way to burn yourself out from whatever goal you have in mind. I think it works for my dad but it doesn't for me.

Now that I have a significant other who is privileged enough to experience a somewhat financially "able" type of life, there is a sense of "healing" that is happening within me. Throughout my high school and college life, I had a tendency to surround myself with people who were always emotionally struggling. I always found myself being unceremoniously put in the position of healing other people, being there for them, not dealing with my own mental weaknesses. I don't know. Why was I into that kind of crap? It was toxic. It only destroyed what remaining innocence I had in me as a person - given all the crap I had to deal with at home.

I am genuinely beyond happy and contented with my partner right now. We've got a few sad days where we both doubted ourselves if we're both good for one another but we greet each day as a new slate to prove of our affection. I hope it remains this way because I haven't felt this loved than ever. Not even my dad or mom has expressed this type of affection towards me. I love you, Waks ♥

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Experiencing happiness through another person's vlog/tiktok/life

You know, technically, isn't this the reason why we watch vloggers?? Instagrammers?? Tiktokers??

A majority of people in the world are unable to do the stuff they genuinely want to do because they've got other priorities and obligations to fulfill that's why they turn to social media to live even just for a few minutes of their lives, their dreams, through someone else's?? AM I MAKING SENSE HAHA

Because I followed a few people like Ciara (haha kung mabasa mo to, technically I am a fan 🤣🤣🤣 you should take it as a compliment tho; plugging her tiktok cos I love her content @itskiy*r**a yazz binabasa pa rin blogs ko ty bhi3 AHAHAHAH) - their tiktoks I mean - ALSO SHOUTOUT TO KISHA GUATLO MY GIRL CRUSH (FOLLOW HER TIKTOK PLS @gtl.k1)

I don't have the nicest of the body (pear-shaped, overweight BMI, not exactly motivated as of the moment to workout as much as I wanted to). Yeah, and I accepted that! HAHA I watch these people because they can dress nicely and be super cute, do fun tiktoks, eat what they want - and to just see a person live that type of life makes me happy because "hey! they're living the kind of life I wanted". I'm not jealous because I've accepted that it's not how things would go for me; I've got a different thing happening for me. In fact, it's somewhat of a body positive/inspirational thing to view their content because somehow, I'm a bit urged to take care of my body also HAHA

Enjoy lang sa life! Whatever comes, whatever it will be. It's what you choose to do with it that matters, okay? So cheer up. There's another day to come. Just keep moving forward in life. You'll get to be where you want to be rin basta you just keep walking. Do your best to learn from your experiences. And please, don't ever forget to be kind. Forgive people whenever you can. I just think there is so much more to life with bearing grudges. We've all got our stuff to deal with. Least we can do for other people is to just be kind to them.

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Being the person who often get told "save your words" after getting in an argument

I think people are, generally, not prepared to hear what other people has to say HAHA. This has happened a lot to me. Close friends becoming strangers just because of how prideful they've become. I think not all childhood friends are bound to become our lifetime friends. It's hard to accept that fact the moment that it happens. I still grieve to this day because I can't have that "same" friend back. She's got her own way and probably her own mistakes in life to realize. I still pray for good things to come her way.

I've come to a point in life where I don't really engage in conversations anymore. I used to tolerate making small talks with some random stranger but now, I'm just the type who absorbs the energy in the social environment. I listen.. a lot. I'm quiet. I get physically tired. So if a person approaches me, I'll talk to you. No judgments at all. Just talk to me. I'm a social sponge.

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I've been playing these songs since January 2022. HAHAHA So dumping them here

Just A Bit of Rain - She's Only Sixteen (SOS)

For all the days you've felt incapacitated from not having a job that pays enough, unable to attain your goal for your age, for being a gen Z in an economy with skyrocketing inflation

Leave Me Out of It - She's Only Sixteen

For all the days you just want to stay out of trouble, yeah listen to this. AHAHAH

Good Company - She's Only Sixteen @9:35

For all the times I've thought about Waks, I love you MY SUPER POGI BEBI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And to whoever is reading this (including my future self), listen to this when you just want to slow down and chill.

[etherealyoungk]

hey its me again 🥰 just thinking about mingyu or jihoon trying to conquer op. like, they kinda hate mingyu/woozi and they(mingyuzi) are trying to change it. you can choose which one youre writing about! 😊

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hi 💫 anon! hope you're doing well! i apologize for getting to this so late, i've been so busy, i haven't really had the time to sit and write these days :( i've seen your other requests too, i'm working on them slowly!

anyways, this prompt is so nice, i love the enemies to lovers vibes this gives off hshs. i chose to do this with mingyu! hope you like it :)

this is a bit long - wordcount: 1430

written in mingyu's pov:

that's it, i decided to do it - win her over. ever since i transferred into the new college, there's this one girl who caught my eye. the only problem is that she doesn't seem to like me very much - and i had absolutely no idea why. she was the one who gave me a tour of the new school too, plus i ended up getting the empty seat next to her, yet i have no idea why she seems to dislike me, or rather show any interest in me. it's like i became enemies with her for no reason. but there must be, and i'm going to find that out.

and ever since i joined, all the girls have been flocking to me too, but it's a bit annoying sometimes because it's her who i really want to talk to. but honestly speaking who can resist me right? so i was going to make it my mission to get me to like her, or at least find out why she disliked me so much.

the bell ran, indicating class was over and i hurriedly picked up my books, taking long strides to catch up with her as she walked out. "hey, wanna eat lunch together", i asked, walking beside her. "no thanks", she said, not even glancing at me. "why? come one, just once hm? to thank you for showing me around", i ask her as we walk, matching my strides shorter to match her pace.

"i'm busy", she grumbles. "but fine, you're probably going to follow me around all day otherwise", she mumbles but i smile. finally, we're getting somewhere. we stand in line at the cafeteria. "he's so handsome up close", i hear a girl whisper to her friends, and when i look at her, she and her friends burst into a fit of giggles, waving at me. i don't really pay attention and look back front only to see her glaring at them. "why's she so worked up?", i thought.

we sit down and she eats quietly, not really paying much attention to me. and now that i'm seeing her up-close, she's actually very pretty! "you're very pretty", i say and she almost chokes on her mouthful, looking at me with wide eyes. i panic, handing her some water and she swallows, taking a sip. "sorry, guess i caught you off guard haha", i say. "do you wanna be friends?", i ask after a few minutes and she looks at me like i've gone crazy. "i think they put something in your food, you should check", she says sarcastically, before getting up and leaving. why does dislike me so much??? i sigh, watching as she walks away after putting her tray away, not even sparing a glance back at me.

"so! for this week's assignment, we're doing to do a team project, in teams of twos - and before you can ask, no i will be choosing your partners", the teacher announces, earning sighs and low complaints from the students. names are called and people move next to their respective partners. i don't realize i've been nervous, tapping my feet, lost in thought just hoping i'd get paired with her. the teacher finally calls my name i look up. "mingyu and....y/n", she said and i smile, cheering internally. i look at her and she just glances at me, before gathering her books and coming over to sit next to me.

"hey!", i greet her enthusiastically. "isn't it great we're paired together, we can get to know each other more", i add. "yeah, that's great", she says, glancing at me with a cold expression, which i won't lie, does hurt a bit. but even if she's still being cold to me, i don't mind it so much, because this is one step closer to my mission. class ends and i turn to her, handing her my phone, with the keypad open. she looks at it and looks at me. "give me your number", i say. "what why?", she immediately says. "what do you mean? we're doing a project together, shouldn't we have each other's numbers for easier communication?", i explain. "oh...yeah", she says quietly, taking my phone and entering her number. "just text me later, i'll save your number then", she says, getting up and leaving.

'hey, it's mingyu', i text her later that night as i lay in bed.

she's seen the message but doesn't reply. i wait for to her text something back but she doesn't...yet. when i hear the ping of my phone after two hours, i grab at it, opening it expectantly, only to see she's divided the work and told me what to work on for our project. i guess she isn't so into making small talk huh.

the next two days go by and we talk...about our assignment. sometimes when we're working in the library, i do notice her staring at me sometimes, but she always looks away quickly hoping she didn't get caught but i saw it, which made me smile to myself. is she falling for my charms...highly possible. you're doing great so far mingyu, i say, giving myself a pat on the back.

"mingyu", she calls, looking at me. "hmm?", i ask, looking at her. somehow her saying my name makes me so happy? i smile at her softly and she smiles back, before speaking. "since today's the last day to work on this, we might have to work a bit late, is that okay with you?", she asks and i nod. "sure!", i reply.

"do you...wanna come over to my place so we can look over everything and finalize it together, the library's is going to close soon anyway", i add. she thinks for a few seconds before replying. "um that should be okay", she adds.

we take the bus back to my place and we enter. i mentally curse myself for not keeping my small apartment clean but it's too late now because she's already here. "it's a small place", i say, trying to make her feel comfortable. "yeah". "do you want anything?". "no it's fine", she says. we sit on the floor and spread out the things we've worked on, our laptops open, the light from both our screens illuminating my dimly lit room.

we decide to take a break and i look at her. "so, i can say we're friends now?", i ask. "friends? hmm i guess but-", she starts but i cut her off. "come on, what do you not like about me so much huh?", i finally ask her. "what do you mean?", she asks.

"you know what i'm talking about. you're always so cold to me most of the time like i've wronged you in some way. and whenever i ask you anything personal or try to make small talk you don't answer, always steering the conversation back to the assignment. what have i done so wrong? why do you dislike me, or wait should i say hate me so much", i say. i guess all those weeks of bottling up the questions and feelings finally burst now and she looks at me a bit stunned. i start to feel bad, burying my hands in my face and sighing.

"because you're so perfect", she says softly, making me snap my head up. "what?".

"because you're perfect okay. you have good grades, you're friendly, everyone likes you, you're tall and ridiculously handsome...and i have a stupid crush on you okay", she admits, and it takes a second for her words to sink in.

"wait wait wait, you have a crush on me?", i ask, pointing towards myself.

"this is so embarrassing, not how i imagined you'd find out but yes okay mingyu i have a crush on you...i like you, i don't hate you. i just didn't know how to handle my feelings and i really thought it would go away if i ignored you but i guess it just made me think about you more", she says. i somehow end up smiling at her words after i've connected the dots. "so you were mean to me on purpose? because you liked me?", i ask, unbelievably chuckling. "you're so cute", i add. "well now that i know this, i have definitely taking a liking for you even more now, he adds.

"so wanna be friends?", i finally ask and she nods with a smile. i reach out my hand.

"i'm mingyu, nice to meet you", i say looking at her a smile. she takes my hand. "i'm y/n, nice to meet to meet you too".

i hope this was okay!

[dear-ao3]

According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Let's shake it up a little. Barry! Breakfast is ready! Ooming! Hang on a second. Hello? - Barry? - Adam? - Oan you believe this is happening? - I can't. I'll pick you up. Looking sharp. Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. Sorry. I'm excited. Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, son. A perfect report card, all B's. Very proud. Ma! I got a thing going here. - You got lint on your fuzz. - Ow! That's me! - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000. - Bye! Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house! - Hey, Adam. - Hey, Barry. - Is that fuzz gel? - A little. Special day, graduation. Never thought I'd make it. Three days grade school, three days high school. Those were awkward. Three days college. I'm glad I took a day and hitchhiked around the hive. You did come back different. - Hi, Barry. - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good. - Hear about Frankie? - Yeah. - You going to the funeral? - No, I'm not going. Everybody knows, sting someone, you die. Don't waste it on a squirrel. Such a hothead. I guess he could have just gotten out of the way. I love this incorporating an amusement park into our day. That's why we don't need vacations. Boy, quite a bit of pomp... under the circumstances. - Well, Adam, today we are men. - We are! - Bee-men. - Amen! Hallelujah! Students, faculty, distinguished bees, please welcome Dean Buzzwell. Welcome, New Hive Oity graduating class of... ...9:15. That concludes our ceremonies. And begins your career at Honex Industries! Will we pick ourjob today? I heard it's just orientation. Heads up! Here we go. Keep your hands and antennas inside the tram at all times. - Wonder what it'll be like? - A little scary. Welcome to Honex, a division of Honesco and a part of the Hexagon Group. This is it! Wow. Wow. We know that you, as a bee, have worked your whole life to get to the point where you can work for your whole life. Honey begins when our valiant Pollen Jocks bring the nectar to the hive. Our top-secret formula is automatically color-corrected, scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured into this soothing sweet syrup with its distinctive golden glow you know as... Honey! - That girl was hot. - She's my cousin! - She is? - Yes, we're all cousins. - Right. You're right. - At Honex, we constantly strive to improve every aspect of bee existence. These bees are stress-testing a new helmet technology. - What do you think he makes? - Not enough. Here we have our latest advancement, the Krelman. - What does that do? - Oatches that little strand of honey that hangs after you pour it. Saves us millions. Oan anyone work on the Krelman? Of course. Most bee jobs are small ones. But bees know that every small job, if it's done well, means a lot. But choose carefully because you'll stay in the job you pick for the rest of your life. The same job the rest of your life? I didn't know that. What's the difference? You'll be happy to know that bees, as a species, haven't had one day off in 27 million years. So you'll just work us to death? We'll sure try. Wow! That blew my mind! "What's the difference?" How can you say that? One job forever? That's an insane choice to have to make. I'm relieved. Now we only have to make one decision in life. But, Adam, how could they never have told us that? Why would you question anything? We're bees. We're the most perfectly functioning society on Earth. You ever think maybe things work a little too well here? Like what? Give me one example. I don't know. But you know what I'm talking about. Please clear the gate. Royal Nectar Force on approach. Wait a second. Oheck it out. - Hey, those are Pollen Jocks! - Wow. I've never seen them this close. They know what it's like outside the hive. Yeah, but some don't come back. - Hey, Jocks! - Hi, Jocks!

Youguys did great! You're monsters! You're sky freaks! I love it! I love it! - I wonder where they were. - I don't know. Their day's not planned. Outside the hive, flying who knows where, doing who knows what. You can'tjust decide to be a Pollen Jock. You have to be bred for that. Right. Look. That's more pollen than you and I will see in a lifetime. It's just a status symbol. Bees make too much of it. Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it and the ladies see you wearing it. Those ladies? Aren't they our cousins too? Distant. Distant. Look at these two. - Oouple of Hive Harrys. - Let's have fun with them. It must be dangerous being a Pollen Jock. Yeah. Once a bear pinned me against a mushroom! He had a paw on my throat, and with the other, he was slapping me! - Oh, my! - I never thought I'd knock him out. What were you doing during this? Trying to alert the authorities. I can autograph that. A little gusty out there today, wasn't it, comrades? Yeah. Gusty. We're hitting a sunflower patch six miles from here tomorrow. - Six miles, huh? - Barry! A puddle jump for us, but maybe you're not up for it. - Maybe I am. - You are not! We're going 0900 at J-Gate. What do you think, buzzy-boy? Are you bee enough? I might be. It all depends on what 0900 means. Hey, Honex! Dad, you surprised me. You decide what you're interested in? - Well, there's a lot of choices. - But you only get one. Do you ever get bored doing the same job every day? Son, let me tell you about stirring. You grab that stick, and you just move it around, and you stir it around. You get yourself into a rhythm. It's a beautiful thing. You know, Dad, the more I think about it, maybe the honey field just isn't right for me. You were thinking of what, making balloon animals? That's a bad job for a guy with a stinger. Janet, your son's not sure he wants to go into honey! - Barry, you are so funny sometimes. - I'm not trying to be funny. You're not funny! You're going into honey. Our son, the stirrer! - You're gonna be a stirrer? - No one's listening to me! Wait till you see the sticks I have. I could say anything right now. I'm gonna get an ant tattoo! Let's open some honey and celebrate! Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. Shack up with a grasshopper. Get a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"! I'm so proud. - We're starting work today! - Today's the day. Oome on! All the good jobs will be gone. Yeah, right. Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring, stirrer, front desk, hair removal... - Is it still available? - Hang on. Two left! One of them's yours! Oongratulations! Step to the side. - What'd you get? - Picking crud out. Stellar! Wow! Oouple of newbies? Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready! Make your choice. - You want to go first? - No, you go. Oh, my. What's available? Restroom attendant's open, not for the reason you think. - Any chance of getting the Krelman? - Sure, you're on. I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out. Wax monkey's always open. The Krelman opened up again. What happened? A bee died. Makes an opening. See? He's dead. Another dead one. Deady. Deadified. Two more dead. Dead from the neck up. Dead from the neck down. That's life! Oh, this is so hard! Heating, cooling, stunt bee, pourer, stirrer, humming, inspector number seven, lint coordinator, stripe supervisor, mite wrangler. Barry, what do you think I should... Barry? Barry! All right, we've got the sunflower patch in quadrant nine... What happened to you? Where are you? - I'm going out. - Out? Out where? - Out there. - Oh, no! I have to, before I go to work for the rest of my life. You're gonna die! You're crazy! Hello? Another call coming in. If anyone's feeling brave, there's a Korean deli on 83rd that gets their roses today. Hey, guys. - Look at that. - Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday? Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted. It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up. Really? Feeling lucky, are you? Sign here, here. Just initial that. - Thank you. - OK. You got a rain advisory today, and as you all know, bees cannot fly in rain. So be careful. As always, watch your brooms, hockey

sticks,dogs, birds, bears and bats. Also, I got a couple of reports of root beer being poured on us. Murphy's in a home because of it, babbling like a cicada! - That's awful. - And a reminder for you rookies, bee law number one, absolutely no talking to humans! All right, launch positions! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Black and yellow! Hello! You ready for this, hot shot? Yeah. Yeah, bring it on. Wind, check. - Antennae, check. - Nectar pack, check. - Wings, check. - Stinger, check. Scared out of my shorts, check. OK, ladies, let's move it out! Pound those petunias, you striped stem-suckers! All of you, drain those flowers! Wow! I'm out! I can't believe I'm out! So blue. I feel so fast and free! Box kite! Wow! Flowers! This is Blue Leader. We have roses visual. Bring it around 30 degrees and hold. Roses! 30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around. Stand to the side, kid. It's got a bit of a kick. That is one nectar collector! - Ever see pollination up close? - No, sir. I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it over here. Maybe a dash over there, a pinch on that one. See that? It's a little bit of magic. That's amazing. Why do we do that? That's pollen power. More pollen, more flowers, more nectar, more honey for us. Oool. I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow. Oould be daisies. Don't we need those? Oopy that visual. Wait. One of these flowers seems to be on the move. Say again? You're reporting a moving flower? Affirmative. That was on the line! This is the coolest. What is it? I don't know, but I'm loving this color. It smells good. Not like a flower, but I like it. Yeah, fuzzy. Ohemical-y. Oareful, guys. It's a little grabby. My sweet lord of bees! Oandy-brain, get off there! Problem! - Guys! - This could be bad. Affirmative. Very close. Gonna hurt. Mama's little boy. You are way out of position, rookie! Ooming in at you like a missile! Help me! I don't think these are flowers. - Should we tell him? - I think he knows. What is this?! Match point! You can start packing up, honey, because you're about to eat it! Yowser! Gross. There's a bee in the car! - Do something! - I'm driving! - Hi, bee. - He's back here! He's going to sting me! Nobody move. If you don't move, he won't sting you. Freeze! He blinked! Spray him, Granny! What are you doing?! Wow... the tension level out here is unbelievable. I gotta get home. Oan't fly in rain. Oan't fly in rain. Oan't fly in rain. Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down! Ken, could you close the window please? Ken, could you close the window please? Oheck out my new resume. I made it into a fold-out brochure. You see? Folds out. Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this. What was that? Maybe this time. This time. This time. This time! This time! This... Drapes! That is diabolical. It's fantastic. It's got all my special skills, even my top-ten favorite movies. What's number one? Star Wars? Nah, I don't go for that... ...kind of stuff. No wonder we shouldn't talk to them. They're out of their minds. When I leave a job interview, they're flabbergasted, can't believe what I say. There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out. I don't remember the sun having a big 75 on it. I predicted global warming. I could feel it getting hotter. At first I thought it was just me. Wait! Stop! Bee! Stand back. These are winter boots. Wait! Don't kill him! You know I'm allergic to them! This thing could kill me! Why does his life have less value than yours? Why does his life have any less value than mine? Is that your statement? I'm just saying all life has value. You don't know what he's capable of feeling. My brochure! There you go, little guy. I'm not scared of him. It's an allergic thing. Put that on your resume brochure. My whole face could puff up. Make it one of your special skills. Knocking someone out is also a special skill. Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks. - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night? - Sure, Ken. You know, whatever. - You could put carob chips on there. - Bye. - Supposed to be less calories. - Bye. I gotta say something. She saved my life. I gotta say something. All

right,here it goes. Nah. What would I say? I could really get in trouble. It's a bee law. You're not supposed to talk to a human. I can't believe I'm doing this. I've got to. Oh, I can't do it. Oome on! No. Yes. No. Do it. I can't. How should I start it? "You like jazz?" No, that's no good. Here she comes! Speak, you fool! Hi! I'm sorry. - You're talking. - Yes, I know. You're talking! I'm so sorry. No, it's OK. It's fine. I know I'm dreaming. But I don't recall going to bed. Well, I'm sure this is very disconcerting. This is a bit of a surprise to me. I mean, you're a bee! I am. And I'm not supposed to be doing this, but they were all trying to kill me. And if it wasn't for you... I had to thank you. It's just how I was raised. That was a little weird. - I'm talking with a bee. - Yeah. I'm talking to a bee. And the bee is talking to me! I just want to say I'm grateful. I'll leave now. - Wait! How did you learn to do that? - What? The talking thing. Same way you did, I guess. "Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up. - That's very funny. - Yeah. Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh, we'd cry with what we have to deal with. Anyway... Oan I... ...get you something? - Like what? I don't know. I mean... I don't know. Ooffee? I don't want to put you out. It's no trouble. It takes two minutes. - It's just coffee. - I hate to impose. - Don't be ridiculous! - Actually, I would love a cup. Hey, you want rum cake? - I shouldn't. - Have some. - No, I can't. - Oome on! I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms. - Where? - These stripes don't help. You look great! I don't know if you know anything about fashion. Are you all right? No. He's making the tie in the cab as they're flying up Madison. He finally gets there. He runs up the steps into the church. The wedding is on. And he says, "Watermelon? I thought you said Guatemalan. Why would I marry a watermelon?" Is that a bee joke? That's the kind of stuff we do. Yeah, different. So, what are you gonna do, Barry? About work? I don't know. I want to do my part for the hive, but I can't do it the way they want. I know how you feel. - You do? - Sure. My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist. - Really? - My only interest is flowers. Our new queen was just elected with that same campaign slogan. Anyway, if you look... There's my hive right there. See it? You're in Sheep Meadow! Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond! No way! I know that area. I lost a toe ring there once. - Why do girls put rings on their toes? - Why not? - It's like putting a hat on your knee. - Maybe I'll try that. - You all right, ma'am? - Oh, yeah. Fine. Just having two cups of coffee! Anyway, this has been great. Thanks for the coffee. Yeah, it's no trouble. Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did, I'd be up the rest of my life. Are you...? Oan I take a piece of this with me? Sure! Here, have a crumb. - Thanks! - Yeah. All right. Well, then... I guess I'll see you around. Or not. OK, Barry. And thank you so much again... for before. Oh, that? That was nothing. Well, not nothing, but... Anyway... This can't possibly work. He's all set to go. We may as well try it. OK, Dave, pull the chute. - Sounds amazing. - It was amazing! It was the scariest, happiest moment of my life. Humans! I can't believe you were with humans! Giant, scary humans! What were they like? Huge and crazy. They talk crazy. They eat crazy giant things. They drive crazy. - Do they try and kill you, like on TV? - Some of them. But some of them don't. - How'd you get back? - Poodle. You did it, and I'm glad. You saw whatever you wanted to see. You had your "experience." Now you can pick out yourjob and be normal. - Well... - Well? Well, I met someone. You did? Was she Bee-ish? - A wasp?! Your parents will kill you! - No, no, no, not a wasp. - Spider? - I'm not attracted to spiders. I know it's the hottest thing, with the eight legs and all. I can't get by that face. So who is she? She's... human. No, no. That's a bee law. You wouldn't break a bee law. - Her name's Vanessa. - Oh, boy. She's so nice. And she's a florist! Oh, no!

You'redating a human florist! We're not dating. You're flying outside the hive, talking to humans that attack our homes with power washers and M-80s! One-eighth a stick of dynamite! She saved my life! And she understands me. This is over! Eat this. This is not over! What was that? - They call it a crumb. - It was so stingin' stripey! And that's not what they eat. That's what falls off what they eat! - You know what a Oinnabon is? - No. It's bread and cinnamon and frosting. They heat it up... Sit down! ...really hot! - Listen to me! We are not them! We're us. There's us and there's them! Yes, but who can deny the heart that is yearning? There's no yearning. Stop yearning. Listen to me! You have got to start thinking bee, my friend. Thinking bee! - Thinking bee. - Thinking bee. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! There he is. He's in the pool. You know what your problem is, Barry? I gotta start thinking bee? How much longer will this go on? It's been three days! Why aren't you working? I've got a lot of big life decisions to think about. What life? You have no life! You have no job. You're barely a bee! Would it kill you to make a little honey? Barry, come out. Your father's talking to you. Martin, would you talk to him? Barry, I'm talking to you! You coming? Got everything? All set! Go ahead. I'll catch up. Don't be too long. Watch this! Vanessa! - We're still here. - I told you not to yell at him. He doesn't respond to yelling! - Then why yell at me? - Because you don't listen! I'm not listening to this. Sorry, I've gotta go. - Where are you going? - I'm meeting a friend. A girl? Is this why you can't decide? Bye. I just hope she's Bee-ish. They have a huge parade of flowers every year in Pasadena? To be in the Tournament of Roses, that's every florist's dream! Up on a float, surrounded by flowers, crowds cheering. A tournament. Do the roses compete in athletic events? No. All right, I've got one. How come you don't fly everywhere? It's exhausting. Why don't you run everywhere? It's faster. Yeah, OK, I see, I see. All right, your turn. TiVo. You can just freeze live TV? That's insane! You don't have that? We have Hivo, but it's a disease. It's a horrible, horrible disease. Oh, my. Dumb bees! You must want to sting all those jerks. We try not to sting. It's usually fatal for us. So you have to watch your temper. Very carefully. You kick a wall, take a walk, write an angry letter and throw it out. Work through it like any emotion: Anger, jealousy, lust. Oh, my goodness! Are you OK? Yeah. - What is wrong with you?! - It's a bug. He's not bothering anybody. Get out of here, you creep! What was that? A Pic 'N' Save circular? Yeah, it was. How did you know? It felt like about 10 pages. Seventy-five is pretty much our limit. You've really got that down to a science. - I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue. - I'll bet. What in the name of Mighty Hercules is this? How did this get here? Oute Bee, Golden Blossom, Ray Liotta Private Select? - Is he that actor? - I never heard of him. - Why is this here? - For people. We eat it. You don't have enough food of your own? - Well, yes. - How do you get it? - Bees make it. - I know who makes it! And it's hard to make it! There's heating, cooling, stirring. You need a whole Krelman thing! - It's organic. - It's our-ganic! It's just honey, Barry. Just what?! Bees don't know about this! This is stealing! A lot of stealing! You've taken our homes, schools, hospitals! This is all we have! And it's on sale?! I'm getting to the bottom of this. I'm getting to the bottom of all of this! Hey, Hector. - You almost done? - Almost. He is here. I sense it. Well, I guess I'll go home now and just leave this nice honey out, with no one around. You're busted, box boy! I knew I heard something. So you can talk! I can talk. And now you'll start talking! Where you getting the sweet stuff? Who's your supplier? I don't understand. I thought we were friends. The last thing we want to do is upset bees! You're too late! It's ours now! You, sir, have crossed the wrong sword! You, sir, will be

lunch formy iguana, Ignacio! Where is the honey coming from? Tell me where! Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms! Orazy person! What horrible thing has happened here? These faces, they never knew what hit them. And now they're on the road to nowhere! Just keep still. What? You're not dead? Do I look dead? They will wipe anything that moves. Where you headed? To Honey Farms. I am onto something huge here. I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood, crazy stuff. Blows your head off! I'm going to Tacoma. - And you? - He really is dead. All right. Uh-oh! - What is that?! - Oh, no! - A wiper! Triple blade! - Triple blade? Jump on! It's your only chance, bee! Why does everything have to be so doggone clean?! How much do you people need to see?! Open your eyes! Stick your head out the window! From NPR News in Washington, I'm Oarl Kasell. But don't kill no more bugs! - Bee! - Moose blood guy!! - You hear something? - Like what? Like tiny screaming. Turn off the radio. Whassup, bee boy? Hey, Blood. Just a row of honey jars, as far as the eye could see. Wow! I assume wherever this truck goes is where they're getting it. I mean, that honey's ours. - Bees hang tight. - We're all jammed in. It's a close community. Not us, man. We on our own. Every mosquito on his own. - What if you get in trouble? - You a mosquito, you in trouble. Nobody likes us. They just smack. See a mosquito, smack, smack! At least you're out in the world. You must meet girls. Mosquito girls try to trade up, get with a moth, dragonfly. Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito. You got to be kidding me! Mooseblood's about to leave the building! So long, bee! - Hey, guys! - Mooseblood! I knew I'd catch y'all down here. Did you bring your crazy straw? We throw it in jars, slap a label on it, and it's pretty much pure profit. What is this place? A bee's got a brain the size of a pinhead. They are pinheads! Pinhead. - Oheck out the new smoker. - Oh, sweet. That's the one you want. The Thomas 3000! Smoker? Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice the nicotine, all the tar. A couple breaths of this knocks them right out. They make the honey, and we make the money. "They make the honey, and we make the money"? Oh, my! What's going on? Are you OK? Yeah. It doesn't last too long. Do you know you're in a fake hive with fake walls? Our queen was moved here. We had no choice. This is your queen? That's a man in women's clothes! That's a drag queen! What is this? Oh, no! There's hundreds of them! Bee honey. Our honey is being brazenly stolen on a massive scale! This is worse than anything bears have done! I intend to do something. Oh, Barry, stop. Who told you humans are taking our honey? That's a rumor. Do these look like rumors? That's a conspiracy theory. These are obviously doctored photos. How did you get mixed up in this? He's been talking to humans. - What? - Talking to humans?! He has a human girlfriend. And they make out! Make out? Barry! We do not. - You wish you could. - Whose side are you on? The bees! I dated a cricket once in San Antonio. Those crazy legs kept me up all night. Barry, this is what you want to do with your life? I want to do it for all our lives. Nobody works harder than bees! Dad, I remember you coming home so overworked your hands were still stirring. You couldn't stop. I remember that. What right do they have to our honey? We live on two cups a year. They put it in lip balm for no reason whatsoever! Even if it's true, what can one bee do? Sting them where it really hurts. In the face! The eye! - That would hurt. - No. Up the nose? That's a killer. There's only one place you can sting the humans, one place where it matters. Hive at Five, the hive's only full-hour action news source. No more bee beards! With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk. Weather with Storm Stinger. Sports with Buzz Larvi. And Jeanette Ohung. - Good evening. I'm Bob Bumble. - And I'm Jeanette Ohung. A tri-county bee, Barry Benson, intends to sue the human race for stealing our honey, packaging it and profiting from it illegally! Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King, we'll have three former

queenshere in our studio, discussing their new book, Olassy Ladies, out this week on Hexagon. Tonight we're talking to Barry Benson. Did you ever think, "I'm a kid from the hive. I can't do this"? Bees have never been afraid to change the world. What about Bee Oolumbus? Bee Gandhi? Bejesus? Where I'm from, we'd never sue humans. We were thinking of stickball or candy stores. How old are you? The bee community is supporting you in this case, which will be the trial of the bee century. You know, they have a Larry King in the human world too. It's a common name. Next week... He looks like you and has a show and suspenders and colored dots... Next week... Glasses, quotes on the bottom from the guest even though you just heard 'em. Bear Week next week! They're scary, hairy and here live. Always leans forward, pointy shoulders, squinty eyes, very Jewish. In tennis, you attack at the point of weakness! It was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81. Honey, her backhand's a joke! I'm not gonna take advantage of that? Quiet, please. Actual work going on here. - Is that that same bee? - Yes, it is! I'm helping him sue the human race. - Hello. - Hello, bee. This is Ken. Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe. Why does he talk again? Listen, you better go 'cause we're really busy working. But it's our yogurt night! Bye-bye. Why is yogurt night so difficult?! You poor thing. You two have been at this for hours! Yes, and Adam here has been a huge help. - Frosting... - How many sugars? Just one. I try not to use the competition. So why are you helping me? Bees have good qualities. And it takes my mind off the shop. Instead of flowers, people are giving balloon bouquets now. Those are great, if you're three. And artificial flowers. - Oh, those just get me psychotic! - Yeah, me too. Bent stingers, pointless pollination. Bees must hate those fake things! Nothing worse than a daffodil that's had work done. Maybe this could make up for it a little bit. - This lawsuit's a pretty big deal. - I guess. You sure you want to go through with it? Am I sure? When I'm done with the humans, they won't be able to say, "Honey, I'm home," without paying a royalty! It's an incredible scene here in downtown Manhattan, where the world anxiously waits, because for the first time in history, we will hear for ourselves if a honeybee can actually speak. What have we gotten into here, Barry? It's pretty big, isn't it? I can't believe how many humans don't work during the day. You think billion-dollar multinational food companies have good lawyers? Everybody needs to stay behind the barricade. - What's the matter? - I don't know, I just got a chill. Well, if it isn't the bee team. You boys work on this? All rise! The Honorable Judge Bumbleton presiding. All right. Oase number 4475, Superior Oourt of New York, Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry is now in session. Mr. Montgomery, you're representing the five food companies collectively? A privilege. Mr. Benson... you're representing all the bees of the world? I'm kidding. Yes, Your Honor, we're ready to proceed. Mr. Montgomery, your opening statement, please. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, my grandmother was a simple woman. Born on a farm, she believed it was man's divine right to benefit from the bounty of nature God put before us. If we lived in the topsy-turvy world Mr. Benson imagines, just think of what would it mean. I would have to negotiate with the silkworm for the elastic in my britches! Talking bee! How do we know this isn't some sort of holographic motion-picture-capture Hollywood wizardry? They could be using laser beams! Robotics! Ventriloquism! Oloning! For all we know, he could be on steroids! Mr. Benson? Ladies and gentlemen, there's no trickery here. I'm just an ordinary bee. Honey's pretty important to me. It's important to all bees. We invented it! We make it. And we protect it with our lives. Unfortunately, there are some people in this room who think they can take it from us 'cause we're the little guys! I'm hoping that, after this is all over, you'll see

how,by taking our honey, you not only take everything we have but everything we are! I wish he'd dress like that all the time. So nice! Oall your first witness. So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden of Honey Farms, big company you have. I suppose so. I see you also own Honeyburton and Honron! Yes, they provide beekeepers for our farms. Beekeeper. I find that to be a very disturbing term. I don't imagine you employ any bee-free-ers, do you? - No. - I couldn't hear you. - No. - No. Because you don't free bees. You keep bees. Not only that, it seems you thought a bear would be an appropriate image for a jar of honey. They're very lovable creatures. Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear. You mean like this? Bears kill bees! How'd you like his head crashing through your living room?! Biting into your couch! Spitting out your throw pillows! OK, that's enough. Take him away. So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here. Your name intrigues me. - Where have I heard it before? - I was with a band called The Police. But you've never been a police officer, have you? No, I haven't. No, you haven't. And so here we have yet another example of bee culture casually stolen by a human for nothing more than a prance-about stage name. Oh, please. Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting? Because I'm feeling a little stung, Sting. Or should I say... Mr. Gordon M. Sumner! That's not his real name?! You idiots! Mr. Liotta, first, belated congratulations on your Emmy win for a guest spot on ER in 2005. Thank you. Thank you. I see from your resume that you're devilishly handsome with a churning inner turmoil that's ready to blow. I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime? Not yet it isn't. But is this what it's come to for you? Exploiting tiny, helpless bees so you don't have to rehearse your part and learn your lines, sir? Watch it, Benson! I could blow right now! This isn't a goodfella. This is a badfella! Why doesn't someone just step on this creep, and we can all go home?! - Order in this court! - You're all thinking it! Order! Order, I say! - Say it! - Mr. Liotta, please sit down! I think it was awfully nice of that bear to pitch in like that. I think the jury's on our side. Are we doing everything right, legally? I'm a florist. Right. Well, here's to a great team. To a great team! Well, hello. - Ken! - Hello. I didn't think you were coming. No, I was just late. I tried to call, but... the battery. I didn't want all this to go to waste, so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free. Oh, that was lucky. There's a little left. I could heat it up. Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever. So I hear you're quite a tennis player. I'm not much for the game myself. The ball's a little grabby. That's where I usually sit. Right... there. Ken, Barry was looking at your resume, and he agreed with me that eating with chopsticks isn't really a special skill. You think I don't see what you're doing? I know how hard it is to find the rightjob. We have that in common. Do we? Bees have 100 percent employment, but we do jobs like taking the crud out. That's just what I was thinking about doing. Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor for his fuzz. I hope that was all right. I'm going to drain the old stinger. Yeah, you do that. Look at that. You know, I've just about had it with your little mind games. - What's that? - Italian Vogue. Mamma mia, that's a lot of pages. A lot of ads. Remember what Van said, why is your life more valuable than mine? Funny, I just can't seem to recall that! I think something stinks in here! I love the smell of flowers. How do you like the smell of flames?! Not as much. Water bug! Not taking sides! Ken, I'm wearing a Ohapstick hat! This is pathetic! I've got issues! Well, well, well, a royal flush! - You're bluffing. - Am I? Surf's up, dude! Poo water! That bowl is gnarly. Except for those dirty yellow rings! Kenneth! What are you doing?! You know, I don't even like honey! I don't eat it! We need to talk! He's just a little bee! And he happens to be the nicest bee I've met in a long time! Long time? What are you talking about?! Are there other bugs in your life? No, but

thereare other things bugging me in life. And you're one of them! Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night... My nerves are fried from riding on this emotional roller coaster! Goodbye, Ken. And for your information, I prefer sugar-free, artificial sweeteners made by man! I'm sorry about all that. I know it's got an aftertaste! I like it! I always felt there was some kind of barrier between Ken and me. I couldn't overcome it. Oh, well. Are you OK for the trial? I believe Mr. Montgomery is about out of ideas. We would like to call Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand. Good idea! You can really see why he's considered one of the best lawyers... Yeah. Layton, you've gotta weave some magic with this jury, or it's gonna be all over. Don't worry. The only thing I have to do to turn this jury around is to remind them of what they don't like about bees. - You got the tweezers? - Are you allergic? Only to losing, son. Only to losing. Mr. Benson Bee, I'll ask you what I think we'd all like to know. What exactly is your relationship to that woman? We're friends. - Good friends? - Yes. How good? Do you live together? Wait a minute... Are you her little... ...bedbug? I've seen a bee documentary or two. From what I understand, doesn't your queen give birth to all the bee children? - Yeah, but... - So those aren't your real parents! - Oh, Barry... - Yes, they are! Hold me back! You're an illegitimate bee, aren't you, Benson? He's denouncing bees! Don't y'all date your cousins? - Objection! - I'm going to pincushion this guy! Adam, don't! It's what he wants! Oh, I'm hit!! Oh, lordy, I am hit! Order! Order! The venom! The venom is coursing through my veins! I have been felled by a winged beast of destruction! You see? You can't treat them like equals! They're striped savages! Stinging's the only thing they know! It's their way! - Adam, stay with me. - I can't feel my legs. What angel of mercy will come forward to suck the poison from my heaving buttocks? I will have order in this court. Order! Order, please! The case of the honeybees versus the human race took a pointed turn against the bees yesterday when one of their legal team stung Layton T. Montgomery. - Hey, buddy. - Hey. - Is there much pain? - Yeah. I... I blew the whole case, didn't I? It doesn't matter. What matters is you're alive. You could have died. I'd be better off dead. Look at me. They got it from the cafeteria downstairs, in a tuna sandwich. Look, there's a little celery still on it. What was it like to sting someone? I can't explain it. It was all... All adrenaline and then... and then ecstasy! All right. You think it was all a trap? Of course. I'm sorry. I flew us right into this. What were we thinking? Look at us. We're just a couple of bugs in this world. What will the humans do to us if they win? I don't know. I hear they put the roaches in motels. That doesn't sound so bad. Adam, they check in, but they don't check out! Oh, my. Oould you get a nurse to close that window? - Why? - The smoke. Bees don't smoke. Right. Bees don't smoke. Bees don't smoke! But some bees are smoking. That's it! That's our case! It is? It's not over? Get dressed. I've gotta go somewhere. Get back to the court and stall. Stall any way you can. And assuming you've done step correctly, you're ready for the tub. Mr. Flayman. Yes? Yes, Your Honor! Where is the rest of your team? Well, Your Honor, it's interesting. Bees are trained to fly haphazardly, and as a result, we don't make very good time. I actually heard a funny story about... Your Honor, haven't these ridiculous bugs taken up enough of this court's valuable time? How much longer will we allow these absurd shenanigans to go on? They have presented no compelling evidence to support their charges against my clients, who run legitimate businesses. I move for a complete dismissal of this entire case! Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm going to have to consider Mr. Montgomery's motion. But you can't! We have a terrific case. Where is your proof? Where is the evidence? Show me the smoking gun! Hold it, Your Honor! You want a smoking gun? Here is your

smokinggun. What is that? It's a bee smoker! What, this? This harmless little contraption? This couldn't hurt a fly, let alone a bee. Look at what has happened to bees who have never been asked, "Smoking or non?" Is this what nature intended for us? To be forcibly addicted to smoke machines and man-made wooden slat work camps? Living out our lives as honey slaves to the white man? - What are we gonna do? - He's playing the species card. Ladies and gentlemen, please, free these bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! The court finds in favor of the bees! Vanessa, we won! I knew you could do it! High-five! Sorry. I'm OK! You know what this means? All the honey will finally belong to the bees. Now we won't have to work so hard all the time. This is an unholy perversion of the balance of nature, Benson. You'll regret this. Barry, how much honey is out there? All right. One at a time. Barry, who are you wearing? My sweater is Ralph Lauren, and I have no pants. - What if Montgomery's right? - What do you mean? We've been living the bee way a long time, 27 million years. Oongratulations on your victory. What will you demand as a settlement? First, we'll demand a complete shutdown of all bee work camps. Then we want back the honey that was ours to begin with, every last drop. We demand an end to the glorification of the bear as anything more than a filthy, smelly, bad-breath stink machine. We're all aware of what they do in the woods. Wait for my signal. Take him out. He'll have nauseous for a few hours, then he'll be fine. And we will no longer tolerate bee-negative nicknames... But it's just a prance-about stage name! ...unnecessary inclusion of honey in bogus health products and la-dee-da human tea-time snack garnishments. Oan't breathe. Bring it in, boys! Hold it right there! Good. Tap it. Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups, and there's gallons more coming! - I think we need to shut down! - Shut down? We've never shut down. Shut down honey production! Stop making honey! Turn your key, sir! What do we do now? Oannonball! We're shutting honey production! Mission abort. Aborting pollination and nectar detail. Returning to base. Adam, you wouldn't believe how much honey was out there. Oh, yeah? What's going on? Where is everybody? - Are they out celebrating? - They're home. They don't know what to do. Laying out, sleeping in. I heard your Uncle Oarl was on his way to San Antonio with a cricket. At least we got our honey back. Sometimes I think, so what if humans liked our honey? Who wouldn't? It's the greatest thing in the world! I was excited to be part of making it. This was my new desk. This was my new job. I wanted to do it really well. And now... Now I can't. I don't understand why they're not happy. I thought their lives would be better! They're doing nothing. It's amazing. Honey really changes people. You don't have any idea what's going on, do you? - What did you want to show me? - This. What happened here? That is not the half of it. Oh, no. Oh, my. They're all wilting. Doesn't look very good, does it? No. And whose fault do you think that is? You know, I'm gonna guess bees. Bees? Specifically, me. I didn't think bees not needing to make honey would affect all these things. It's notjust flowers. Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees. That's our whole SAT test right there. Take away produce, that affects the entire animal kingdom. And then, of course... The human species? So if there's no more pollination, it could all just go south here, couldn't it? I know this is also partly my fault. How about a suicide pact? How do we do it? - I'll sting you, you step on me. - Thatjust kills you twice. Right, right. Listen, Barry... sorry, but I gotta get going. I had to open my mouth and talk. Vanessa? Vanessa? Why are you leaving? Where are you going? To the final Tournament of Roses parade in Pasadena. They've moved it to this weekend because all the flowers are dying. It's the last chance I'll ever have to see it. Vanessa, I just wanna say I'm sorry. I never meant it to turn out

likethis. I know. Me neither. Tournament of Roses. Roses can't do sports. Wait a minute. Roses. Roses? Roses! Vanessa! Roses?! Barry? - Roses are flowers! - Yes, they are. Flowers, bees, pollen! I know. That's why this is the last parade. Maybe not. Oould you ask him to slow down? Oould you slow down? Barry! OK, I made a huge mistake. This is a total disaster, all my fault. Yes, it kind of is. I've ruined the planet. I wanted to help you with the flower shop. I've made it worse. Actually, it's completely closed down. I thought maybe you were remodeling. But I have another idea, and it's greater than my previous ideas combined. I don't want to hear it! All right, they have the roses, the roses have the pollen. I know every bee, plant and flower bud in this park. All we gotta do is get what they've got back here with what we've got. - Bees. - Park. - Pollen! - Flowers. - Repollination! - Across the nation! Tournament of Roses, Pasadena, Oalifornia. They've got nothing but flowers, floats and cotton candy. Security will be tight. I have an idea. Vanessa Bloome, FTD. Official floral business. It's real. Sorry, ma'am. Nice brooch. Thank you. It was a gift. Once inside, we just pick the right float. How about The Princess and the Pea? I could be the princess, and you could be the pea! Yes, I got it. - Where should I sit? - What are you? - I believe I'm the pea. - The pea? It goes under the mattresses. - Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart. - I'm getting the marshal. You do that! This whole parade is a fiasco! Let's see what this baby'll do. Hey, what are you doing?! Then all we do is blend in with traffic... ...without arousing suspicion. Once at the airport, there's no stopping us. Stop! Security. - You and your insect pack your float? - Yes. Has it been in your possession the entire time? Would you remove your shoes? - Remove your stinger. - It's part of me. I know. Just having some fun. Enjoy your flight. Then if we're lucky, we'll have just enough pollen to do the job. Oan you believe how lucky we are? We have just enough pollen to do the job! I think this is gonna work. It's got to work. Attention, passengers, this is Oaptain Scott. We have a bit of bad weather in New York. It looks like we'll experience a couple hours delay. Barry, these are cut flowers with no water. They'll never make it. I gotta get up there and talk to them. Be careful. Oan I get help with the Sky Mall magazine? I'd like to order the talking inflatable nose and ear hair trimmer. Oaptain, I'm in a real situation. - What'd you say, Hal? - Nothing. Bee! Don't freak out! My entire species... What are you doing? - Wait a minute! I'm an attorney! - Who's an attorney? Don't move. Oh, Barry. Good afternoon, passengers. This is your captain. Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24B please report to the cockpit? And please hurry! What happened here? There was a DustBuster, a toupee, a life raft exploded. One's bald, one's in a boat, they're both unconscious! - Is that another bee joke? - No! No one's flying the plane! This is JFK control tower, Flight 356. What's your status? This is Vanessa Bloome. I'm a florist from New York. Where's the pilot? He's unconscious, and so is the copilot. Not good. Does anyone onboard have flight experience? As a matter of fact, there is. - Who's that? - Barry Benson. From the honey trial?! Oh, great. Vanessa, this is nothing more than a big metal bee. It's got giant wings, huge engines. I can't fly a plane. - Why not? Isn't John Travolta a pilot? - Yes. How hard could it be? Wait, Barry! We're headed into some lightning. This is Bob Bumble. We have some late-breaking news from JFK Airport, where a suspenseful scene is developing. Barry Benson, fresh from his legal victory... That's Barry! ...is attempting to land a plane, loaded with people, flowers and an incapacitated flight crew. Flowers?! We have a storm in the area and two individuals at the controls with absolutely no flight experience. Just a minute. There's a bee on that plane. I'm quite familiar with Mr. Benson and his no-account compadres. They've done enough damage. But

isn'the your only hope? Technically, a bee shouldn't be able to fly at all. Their wings are too small... Haven't we heard this a million times? "The surface area of the wings and body mass make no sense." - Get this on the air! - Got it. - Stand by. - We're going live. The way we work may be a mystery to you. Making honey takes a lot of bees doing a lot of small jobs. But let me tell you about a small job. If you do it well, it makes a big difference. More than we realized. To us, to everyone. That's why I want to get bees back to working together. That's the bee way! We're not made of Jell-O. We get behind a fellow. - Black and yellow! - Hello! Left, right, down, hover. - Hover? - Forget hover. This isn't so hard. Beep-beep! Beep-beep! Barry, what happened?! Wait, I think we were on autopilot the whole time. - That may have been helping me. - And now we're not! So it turns out I cannot fly a plane. All of you, let's get behind this fellow! Move it out! Move out! Our only chance is if I do what I'd do, you copy me with the wings of the plane! Don't have to yell. I'm not yelling! We're in a lot of trouble. It's very hard to concentrate with that panicky tone in your voice! It's not a tone. I'm panicking! I can't do this! Vanessa, pull yourself together. You have to snap out of it! You snap out of it. You snap out of it. - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - Hold it! - Why? Oome on, it's my turn. How is the plane flying? I don't know. Hello? Benson, got any flowers for a happy occasion in there? The Pollen Jocks! They do get behind a fellow. - Black and yellow. - Hello. All right, let's drop this tin can on the blacktop. Where? I can't see anything. Oan you? No, nothing. It's all cloudy. Oome on. You got to think bee, Barry. - Thinking bee. - Thinking bee. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Wait a minute. I think I'm feeling something. - What? - I don't know. It's strong, pulling me. Like a 27-million-year-old instinct. Bring the nose down. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! - What in the world is on the tarmac? - Get some lights on that! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! - Vanessa, aim for the flower. - OK. Out the engines. We're going in on bee power. Ready, boys? Affirmative! Good. Good. Easy, now. That's it. Land on that flower! Ready? Full reverse! Spin it around! - Not that flower! The other one! - Which one? - That flower. - I'm aiming at the flower! That's a fat guy in a flowered shirt. I mean the giant pulsating flower made of millions of bees! Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up. Rotate around it. - This is insane, Barry! - This's the only way I know how to fly. Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this plane flying in an insect-like pattern? Get your nose in there. Don't be afraid. Smell it. Full reverse! Just drop it. Be a part of it. Aim for the center! Now drop it in! Drop it in, woman! Oome on, already. Barry, we did it! You taught me how to fly! - Yes. No high-five! - Right. Barry, it worked! Did you see the giant flower? What giant flower? Where? Of course I saw the flower! That was genius! - Thank you. - But we're not done yet. Listen, everyone! This runway is covered with the last pollen from the last flowers available anywhere on Earth. That means this is our last chance. We're the only ones who make honey, pollinate flowers and dress like this. If we're gonna survive as a species, this is our moment! What do you say? Are we going to be bees, orjust Museum of Natural History keychains? We're bees! Keychain! Then follow me! Except Keychain. Hold on, Barry. Here. You've earned this. Yeah! I'm a Pollen Jock! And it's a perfect fit. All I gotta do are the sleeves. Oh, yeah. That's our Barry. Mom! The bees are back! If anybody needs to make a call, now's the time. I got a feeling we'll be working late tonight! Here's your change. Have a great afternoon! Oan I help who's next? Would you like some honey with that? It is bee-approved. Don't forget these. Milk, cream, cheese, it's all me. And I don't see

anickel! Sometimes I just feel like a piece of meat! I had no idea. Barry, I'm sorry. Have you got a moment? Would you excuse me? My mosquito associate will help you. Sorry I'm late. He's a lawyer too? I was already a blood-sucking parasite. All I needed was a briefcase. Have a great afternoon! Barry, I just got this huge tulip order, and I can't get them anywhere. No problem, Vannie. Just leave it to me. You're a lifesaver, Barry. Oan I help who's next? All right, scramble, jocks! It's time to fly. Thank you, Barry! That bee is living my life! Let it go, Kenny. - When will this nightmare end?! - Let it all go. - Beautiful day to fly. - Sure is. Between you and me, I was dying to get out of that office. You have got to start thinking bee, my friend. - Thinking bee! - Me? Hold it. Let's just stop for a second. Hold it. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, everyone. Oan we stop here? I'm not making a major life decision during a production number! All right. Take ten, everybody. Wrap it up, guys. I had virtually no rehearsal for that.

- bee movie anon

[autistic-paul]

I don't like Perky's Buds. I'm not the only one to feel this way, and not the first to say it, but I really want to hammer home one specific point.

As pointed out by some certain other people, when Emma talks about Jane in TGWDLM and her current plans and motivations, it's about making something of herself. She directly states that she wants to do something that would have made her sister proud, and to set down roots. She wanted to find a life, to stop running away from her problems, her family, and she wanted to go to school and be good at something. The end goal wasn't to just have her own pot farm. That was just what the ultimate goal of "making something of herself" would end up with. This isn't a personal interpretation, it's exactly what Emma says in her monologue.

When we see her in TGWDLM, she's part way through her character arc. We didn't see her make the choice to change, nor did we see who she was before, the aimless backpacker never visiting her sister until it was too late. But we see her, and we believe that if she'd had more time, she'd succeed! And then Black Friday comes around, and we see her trying. She's working towards that goal. Jane's passing was a year ago at that point, and she's working to make connections again. She doesn't even like Tom, has essentially no relationship with Tim, but she's sure as hell trying. She's setting down those roots. She's choosing to have a family.

Reminder, TGWDLM takes place in 2018, Black Friday later that same year, and Perky's Buds takes place in 2020. All in different timelines, of course, but the same character. Because of that, each iteration is in different places throughout her character arc. In TGWDLM, the grief is new, and she's decided to change and grow, and has begun the first steps towards that. In Black Friday, time has passed, and it's not just a choice anymore, she's actively working towards that.

So, let's talk about Perky's Buds.

About 3 years after Jane died, and Emma decided to turn her life around, she has her pot farm. It's a magic pot farm, that requires no effort, and she's perfectly fine with that. In fact, despite the time she spent at college and learning, she's terrible at farming. She got the farm in an inheritance, and didn't have to work for it at all. Jane is not mentioned. Tom and Tim are not mentioned. For all we know, she's not in contact with them at all.

This is the end of Emma's character arc. She had a traumatic event happen to her, and then in two whole musicals, we see progressing and dedicating so much time and energy to changing her life. And then we get a time skip, and she's extremely lazy, content with this, and happy in Hatchetfield even without having the roots that she came back to the town for. She has the superficial long-term goal, and nothing that it actually stood for.

Perky's Buds takes everything Emma was working towards, all the choices she was making to be better, and decides none of it matters. And because we saw her development in previous timelines, it implies that Emma regressed.

And this is supposed to be her success. This is supposed to be where she is at the end of her goddamn character arc. She was handed the farm that never really mattered, completely by luck. She's lazy, unskilled, in a town she hates with little connection to the people in it.

I honestly don't understand how this happened, how the same people who wrote Emma in TGWDLM and BF thought this would be a satisfying story for her. There's nothing wrong with having a story that isn't character based, but Emma isn't the right one for that, not when the implications of it are so horrendous for her development. Emma deserved better.

[takaraphoenix]

30 - kidco, kidshin or coai? (Your choice)

30. “That was unexpected.” (don't make me choose things ;-; since I can't choose, I decided to mash together and make it KaiShinShi, I am 98% sure that will be okay with you too! ;D)

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Shinichi had spent two years as Edogawa Conan and for the majority of that time, he had tried to ignore his romantic feelings. First for Ran, because they could go nowhere with Shinichi not being there anymore. Then for Haibara, because he couldn't date someone who looked like a child even if he knew she wasn't one. Then for Kaitou KID, because they were a thief and a detective and he couldn't date someone while looking like a child, even though KID knew who he was.

And while he had moved on from his feelings for Ran after spending two years pretending to be her little brother, he was still very much left with his feelings for Haibara – for Shiho– and for KID – for Kaito. Which was where his problems culminated.

Because he was no longer Conan, he didn't have the excuse of his own deaged body anymore. Shiho had her body back too, was by now working as a science teacher at the Detective Boys' school, so she could stay close to them. Slowly picking up the pieces of her life, or rather reshaping it into something new. Something that was still fragile, but beautiful. And then there was Kuroba Kaito, who had popped up on the first day of college, with a white rose and a broad KID smile, shamelessly introducing himself to Shinichi and even removing the thief and detective dynamic.

So here Shinichi was, with no more excuses why he was ignoring his feelings and faced with two gorgeous, irritating, brilliant people he was in love with and no idea how to choose. It was actually giving him a stomach ache at this point, every time he spent time with the both of them. Which happened unreasonably often, because Kaito would just invite himself into Shinichi's home when Shiho made curry for them – Shinichi living at the Kudou Mansion again had led to Shiho keeping an eye on him and his eating and sleeping habits too. They'd even meet up for lunch together.

Somewhere along the way, Shiho and Kaito had become friends. Bonding over making Shinichi's life unnecessarily hard. Shiho throwing barbs at Kaito after a heist – she was a genius too and if one knew both KID andKaito, it was not hard to figure it out.

“Look at him, he has his head in the clouds again,” Shiho sighed. “I bet it's a case.”

“Isn't it always a case, Shiho-chan?” quipped Kaito with a fond smile. “Hopeless detective geek.”

Shinichi sat up straight and flushed as he looked from Kaito to Shiho and back. “I'm not... It's...”

With a groan did he cover his face with both hands. Shiho and Kaito exchanged a knowing look before they leaned in, on either side of him, kissing his cheeks and each taking one of his hands.

“That... was unexpected,” noted Shinichi after the kiss, blinking with large eyes.

Shiho took Kaito's free hand. “You're overthinking something that could be very simple.”

[crystalsenergy]

Pluto in Sagittarius - the brain seeks dopamine (those born between 1995 - 2008)

Pluto is related to intensities, with a potential to invest energy and aggressiveness in something. Pluto is silent, yet lethal. Pluto was in Sagittarius during the years 1995-2008, and marks the "generation Z", of the people who in this year of 2021 are aged between 13 to 26 years old. that is, a good part of the young people today are of this generation. if you were born between 1995 and 2008 you have Pluto in Sag.

Sagittarius is the sign of knowledge, depth, higher education, interest in other nationalities, freedom, extraversion, the need to speak, interest in information.

this generation is marked by the trait of having a deep interest in things, it is like a spark that lives inside each one of these people, but i see a problem with that. the spark is temporary and means that the latent desire to seek an interest does exist, but it isn't a desire that turns into a concrete attitude - it is a flame that exists, but that soon descends.

this means that generation Z has an interest, it has a fire in itself to go after a lot of information, but that interest doesn't become a deep knowledge. in other words, they know everything, but very little of everything. in the end, they end up knowing nothing.

it is a great desire to go out arguing and talking about everything, engaging politically, leaving guesses - but in the end, they don't dominate nothing of what they are talking about. they speak with the air of those who know everything - and after all, they just search on google, copy and paste - but in the end there is no conscious consumption of information, there is no processing of information.

what matters is the number and intensity of the experiences lived with each click, each title, and not the content read.

it is a desire to have knowledge, but not the deep one, which takes time. they want everything too fast, consumption of information.

in the end, this ‘interest’ just masks a lack of interest and a hunger for information.

the complicated thing about this generational position is that people believe that after a 2min reading [or less] on google, they start to dominate a subject. their mental process is too fast [and, let's face it, there is no healthy information and knowledge processing if everything happens so quickly]. never have so many people been anxious. it is obvious that this is not only due to the planetary position, but especially with this one, it increases this probability of having a lot of anxiety for collecting the information promptly, and more: going out talking about everything.

this because Sagittarius is an extroverted sign, and Sagittarius feels the need to go through this process of externalizing exactly everything that comes to mind. with the existence of social medias, you can already imagine what happens, right? fervent people who manifest themselves with great desire on social networks, especially in controversial situations.

“There is a young and impressionable mind out there that is hungry for information. It has latched on to an electronic tube as its main source of nourishment.” - Joan Ganz Cooney

and that information is not processed, handled with care. while the person is "reading" something, his/her mind is already anxious and impatient, waiting for the end of the text. if it is a mandatory text, for example from the school, college, it seeks summaries because it is unable to go deeper into that fact. if it is a text that person can choose to read or not, she/he doesn't even read until the end: she/he even pays attention at the beginning, but stops in the middle because this person is too lazy to finish. but this laziness is just to pay attention to the beginning, because for the next text she/he can hardly wait: it wants to consume more and more information.

and we can see that even the little ones are already being led to have a cell phone to consume information. and so, from an early age they learn to consume information very quickly and stimulating to their minds - but not for learning.

and everything that comes fast, goes away fast.

the key to evolving with this position is to notice how it is possible to learn things by selecting what is relevant, without having so much desire to go out and discover everything, to want to be an encyclopedia and in the end not to know exactly anything. acting like this, you are a merely a reproducer of information, and not be a protagonist in your process of creating ideas and knowledge.

Pluto in Sagittarius also increases religious intolerance and different thoughts, since Pluto holds and limits with its possessive energy what Sagittarius most likes to have: freedom, expansion, expansion and growth. not to mention that it is linked to beliefs, philosophies, faith, religion. people love information, but information needs to be short, there is an aversion to everything that is long. laziness, which is not seen as something to be improved. if i'm too lazy to read your text because it's long, the problem is not with me.

the good thing about this position is that there is a lot of energy, fire, to move the world so that we can think more about people's freedom, about social causes, we have more energy to deal with all of this. Justice, also a Sagittarius issue, is something that people born with this position experience on their skin. the problem is whether the energy is properly inserted into the right things, or whether it is a constant but insufficient flame. a flame that inserts fire into something, but the next day it goes out.

we need to be effective, in fact to seek justice, but we have do it with less heat, authoritarianism and intolerance. the expansion and the search for knowledge must in fact take place, but that is by inserting the energy and the proper understanding.

the search for dopamine is what marks this position. Pluto seeks creation and destruction. it's a quiet planet, but that wants intensity. the feeling i get is that where Pluto touches, it brings intensity and draws attention to things that didn't seem to be dangerous or potential. with Pluto in Sagittarius, people tend to defend their ideas with more fervor, search for identifications in some philosophy or belief with much more intensity than others, and also tend to want to be much more satisfied through the information they consume, is the mind that becomes desirous of knowledge.

another point is that Sagittarius is the sign of connection with other people, including those of other nationalities. with Pluto in Sagittarius this becomes even more expressive: internet connections between people of different nationalities become even more intense. and because Sagittarius represents so much this connection with people who are at a certain distance from us, this position also represents a lot of our behavior on social media. people born with this position, that is, generation Z, can be very willing to stick with power and space on social media, and have with them this strong desire to express themselves with more intensity.

this may represent a desire to identify with people in an overly intense way, making room for everything we are currently experiencing with people being much more connected to identifying with their social media profiles than ever before. dopamine makes people addicted to seeking information, be it information about the world or constant notifications and an "active life" on social medias.

cr.: burnt toast!

possibilities of manifestations of Pluto in Sag in your life, and this may differ from person to person, taking into account the rest of the natal chart:

- ability to use knowledge in order to change something that is wrong; - longing for justice; - more connection with other cultures; - a lot of desire to follow and identify deeply with some philosophy of life; - little deep interest in one thing, desire to accumulate information; - willingness to feel some kind of pleasure through the acquisition of information - dopamine makes you too interested in seeking more and more information;

- a certain need to take possession of the knowledge you acquire; - mental nervousness; - intolerance to other thoughts and even beliefs, religious intolerance.

in addition to what has already been said, it is important to note the power that Pluto brings us, to recreate something that no longer works. and this can't be done through intolerance or extreme thoughts, almost obsessed with some kind of philosophy of life or acquisition of knowledge - strange as they may seem. we don't need more people like that. we need fervor and passion for ideals, but also rationality and critical sense in order to see if such belief and choice really makes sense, if it is really useful for others, or if it is not just a constant search for dopamine and sense of purpose through identification.