#this isn't the full first part im just dumping this

[lovewithmary]

I need more Alex x reader so maybe a childhood friends to lovers moment, but she’s a redbull driver 👀

Just friends where everyone but them knows they’re bound to be forever and everyone’s like when are they gonna get together. Cute snapshots of just them being sickenly inlove and oblivious. Maybe reader wins a wdc and Alex is so proud he doesn’t care that they’re in public he has to show how much he loves her and kisses her. Or maybe this happens and when one of them is interviewed they reveal they’ve been together for like 8 years at that point of something and everyone’s like jaw dropped shocked because they thought they weren’t together and just pining. Turn it on to everyone else.

CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO... ALREADY LOVERS? — AA23

summary: in which the entirety of f1 is waiting for everyone's favorite childhood best friends to get together... only for them to be together the whole time

pairing: filo!redbull driver!reader x alex albon

fc: kathryn bernardo

masterlist

notes: this one was so fun to make i hope you guys like it!

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alex_albon: in honor of yourusername's birthday, here is the annual photo dump of some of my favorite pictures of her throughout the years 🙂🫶

comments

yourusername: it's been YEARS since this tradition... how have you not run out of photos yet??? ↳ alex_albon: you keep making stupid faces and i can't help but photograph them 🤷

georgerussell63: that dog is afraid of Y/N ↳ yourusername: willow loves me ↳ alex_albon: willow runs away from you every time we go home ↳ yourusername: in my defense, willow stays with your family half the time we're racing, so she probably thinks that we're trying to kidnap her every time ↳ user1: THEY'RE PARENTS YOUR HONOR?

maxverstappen1: this is how i find out that Y/N stole my aviators... ↳ yourusername: sharing is care maximillian ↳ maxverstappen1: how many times do i have to say that isn't my name? ↳ yourusername: your parents named you max emilian, they should've named you maximillian to make it easier ↳ maxverstappen1: redbullracing can i get another teammate? this one's annoying ↳ yourusername: jokes on you, I'm the favorite 🫶 ↳ maxverstappen: you spend more time in the williams' garage than your own team's garage, IM the favorite

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redbullracing: happy birthday to ONE of our favorites, yourusername!

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user1: redbull is trying not to choose their favorite child LMAO ↳ redbullracing: if we choose one, the other will get grumpy

yourusername: look at how nice this photo is, alex_albon take notes ↳ alex_albon: take notes? who do you think redbull asked for a photo of you? 🤔 ↳ user6: not redbull knowing who to get photos of Y/N from 😭 ↳ user7: alex albon, part time f1 driver and full time photographer for Y/N

user2: alex having unlimited photos of Y/N, Y/N's dog staying with the albon's during the season, Y/N hanging in williams' garage to hang out with alex, AND the fact that alex calls his home hers??? AND THEY AREN'T EVEN TOGETHER??? ↳ user3: ALEX AND Y/N AREN'T TOGETHER??? ↳ user2: user3 NO THEY AREN'T, THEY ARE "BEST FRIENDS" 🙄 ↳ user4: doesn't alex live with Y/N half the time? they're basically married at this point ↳ landonorris: trust us, we've tried getting them together, but both of them are too stubborn ↳ georgerussell63: it's like grasping at straws, trying to get those two together ↳ user5: PLEASE not half of the 2019 rookies trying to get the other half together but failing miserably 😭😭

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redbullracing: Y/N L/N. FIRST-TIME WORLD CHAMPION 👑

comments

user1: MY WIFE IS A WDC LETS GOOOO

user2: is that Y/N L/N who won the 2024 wdc against max verstappen in equal machinery?

user3: congrats on winning champ can’t wait for next season 🎉

user4: once again are we surprised redbull won?

user5: clearly undeserved max was robbed ↳ user6: max isn't gonna fuck you so stop riding his dick so hard

user7: Y/NS MY GOAT

maxverstappen1: congratulations Y/N! very much deserved win for my teammate 🥳

user8: okay but now alex_albon HAS to bag her now, or else someone else will ↳ user9: FR she's a wdc now and even if she wasn't, SOOO many people (including me) want her hand in marriage ↳ maxverstappen1: alex_albon ↳ georgerussell63: alex_albon ↳ landonorris: alex_albon ↳ charles_leclerc: alex_albon ↳ lewishamilton: alex_albon ↳ valtteribottas: alex_albon ↳ schecoperez: alex_albon ↳ lance_stroll: alex_albon ↳ yukitsunoda0511: alex_albon ↳ sebastianvettel: alex_albon ↳ carlossainz55: alex_albon ↳ danielricciardo: alex_albon ↳ estebanocon: alex_albon ↳ zhouguanyou24: alex_albon ↳ pierregasly: alex_albon ↳ kevinmagnussen: alex_albon ↳ logansargeant: alex_albon ↳ oscarpiastri: alex_albon ↳ fernandoalo_oficial: alex_albon ↳ mickschumacher: alex_albon ↳ user10: PLEASE THE WAY THIS SUMMONED THE ENTIRE GRID 😭

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alex_albon: a wdc and her wag 🫶

in all honesty, this was originally going to be a happy anniversary post commemorating our 8th year together, but our anniversary just so happened to coincide with the day you won a wdc, so why not greet you both times?

Y/N, i'm so proud of you and everything you've accomplished. i've seen firsthand what you've done and what you can undoubtedly do in the future and i can't wait to be right beside you when you do it.

i love you so much and congratulations 🫶

tagged: yourusername

comments

yourusername: i love you so much 🫶 😚

user1: 8 YEARS????? ↳ user2: OH I JUST KNOW THE BOTH OF THEM ARE GIGGLING AT THE COMMENTS RN

georgerussell63: YOU'VE BEEN TOGETHER ALL THIS TIME? ↳ landonorris: ALL THE PLANNING WE DID, ONLY FOR THEM TO BE TOGETHER THE WHOLE TIME? ↳ yourusername: "planning" you locked alex and i into a closet right before a gp and we almost got in trouble??? ↳ alex_albon: remember when they planned a grid dinner but they all mysteriously had other plans so we just had an impromptu date using max's card? (we didn't steal it, one of the guys stole max's card and gave it to the restaurant) ↳ maxverstappen1: I PAID FOR THAT DINNER? WHO STOLE MY CARD? ↳ landonorris: 🙋‍♂️ ↳ yourusername: thank you both btw 🫶

redbullracing: congratulations to the happy couple ↳ williamsracing: we've been waiting for this ↳ yourusername: thank you for the blessing 🫡 ↳ yourusername: (we disclosed our relationship to our teams bc we were scared that they were gonna make us break up or something if one of us was accused of sharing team info)

user3: this means they were together since 2016 and by the time they got into f1, they were 3 years into the relationship 😭

user4: this is so impressive though??? cause i can barely keep a secret for a couple days, but 8 YEARS???

user5: "a wdc and her wag 🫶" THE HIGHWAY IS LOOKING GOOD RN

yourusername: alex albon, my favorite wag 🫡 ↳ alex_albon: Y/N L/N, my favorite wdc 🫡

[toxooz]

i dont know if you've ever said anywhere- but we know that Remy and Ollie are both half orcs and that Ollie's other half is ~Demon~

Do we know what Remy's other half is or is that a future secret?

I'm just curious cause Ollie is So Clearly Orcish so is Remy's other half just super strong blooded or is he a twink?

SHEW yall I've been sittin on a huge lore breakthrough with Ollie and Remy that my high ass accidently unlocked a few weeks ago that I've been debating on just dumping here but I'm still considering if it's too spoilery for what is literally just about to come up in the comic, but tbh it would probably just help contextualize things a little better so IDKK if i dont drop it soon it'll be after-not this update or the next-but the one after but before I slap a little snippet, the short answer is I still don't know what his other half is exactly, it's demon no doubt but a mangly unimpressive one for sure. Adding onto that I don't even know what Remy's mom is part UUH and imma have to design her up Real Soon so im still wracking my brain for that one. The closest I got right now is maybe the demon resembled a giraffe somehow hence the giraffe esque spots on Remy ??? both Ollie and Remy's "fathers" came from the same demon cave hence the kinda dark look even around Remys eyes and similar horn stripes:

believe it or not it isn't eyeliner LMFAO its basically what Ollie has horn with just to a much lesser extent (they used to be more of a brown hue to i guess show that they weren't as tough and more sensitive to the touch but making the comic i kinda dropped it oof) but anyway the whole reason Remy was born in the first place was just for a "anything you can do I can do better" attempt by Remy's mom (Mogaks sister) ie. a lil snippit from the lore dump in the drafts:

*SIDE NOTTE Remy's mom has mental issues due to the hierarchy in the orc community over being a half orc and the fact that she isn't involved in combat and just minds the village, so she already wasn't really seen highly of (Mogak would treat her equally however) meanwhile Mogak was a pretty hefty solid full blooded orc and was a warrior of sorts and a leader in that aspect (her 'occupation' for lack of better word wasn't necessarily THAT high ranking in their society considering battle fighting was a common 'career' within the orc tribe so she's still even among the orc community, but still well liked and respected regardless) but her sister was seen as less-than in subtle ways. Due to her tough upbringing she quietly dealt with jealousy of Mogak throughout her life and during their young adult years she would take up the habit of trying to outdo Mogak with little things. When she was told about Mogak being pregnant with Ollie by her quest into a demonic cave, she planned on doing the same. The demon she ended up mating with wasn't all that great to say the least and didn't put up much of a fight either (Mogak declared a battle with the demon she wanted to make the deal with and chose a Pretty Fukkin Big Ass Boi one of the biggest in the cave I'd argue) so that's why Remy turned out Like That. After everything happened and they moved Remy's mom still carried self conscious habits and would get with men who would play off of those insecurities

[scholastic-dragon]

4-1 Challenge

IM DOING IT!!!! I am participating in the 4-1 Challenge written by my friends @turtle-babe83 @thelaundrybitch @tmnt-tychou @post-apocalyptic-daydream @leosgirl82 and @nittleboo (whose account for some reason won't let me tag it 🙃)

This isn't an 'x reader' fic but it is hilarious, I hope you enjoy!!!!!

Warnings: um so technically this is 18+ because it talks heavily about sex and there may or may not be a teeny tiny "smut" scene at the end, well I can't even call it that, but sexy times are heavily implied. (If you don't like smut it's under the '~~~~~' line so just skip that part if it makes you uncomfortable)

Casey Jones had been a loyal and trusting friend of the turtles for over a year now.

He helped them with the Kraang and promised to keep their secret. He was funny, a stubborn piece of shit, and their best friend.

He often picked up takeout for them and rented movies and even went out super late with the guys to play some basketball at an abandoned court.

About two or three weeks ago, Caseys buildings washing machine finally hit the bucket, the old machine was dead and no amount of faith or new parts could bring it back.

Even Donnie had looked at it and agreed it was dead.

At first April had offered her buildings machine, and he agreed for a little bit, then when the water bill got a little too high for her liking, the boys stepped up and offered him their machine.

Now Mikey was sneaking up to the surface after dinner and rushing to Casey's place.

Mikey had misplaced his favorite pair of boxes and he was sure it got mixed in with Casey's laundry.

Casey had agreed that Mikey could look through his basket that he had yet to put away.

He lived about 15 minutes from the lair, but with a rocket board it took 8 ½ minutes. He landed on the fire escape with a quiet thud and slid the living room window open.

"Case? You home?" Mikey peered around, stomping his feet on the mat he had placed under the window. "Don't freak out dude, its just Mikey," He called again, still not getting an answer.

Maybe he stepped out for a minute? Or maybe he just went to the bathroom?

Mikey shrugged sauntering through the rookie detectives apartment and opening his bedroom door. At the foot of the bed was a tall gray laundry basket filled with clean clothes.

Without thinking twice, Mikey started rummaging through the clothes. He saw a lot of cool band t-shirts that he wish he could steal, several pairs of very tight pants and boring black boxer briefs.

After dumping out and sorting through the whole basket, Mikey stepped back with a huff. Hands on his hips he throught for a moment, this basket was from just the other day, his underwear has been missing for over 5 days.....so he must've put them away thinking they were his!!!

In his text, Casey had said he had full permission to go through his laundry, so that clearly must mean the stuff in his dresser.

Having no shame, Mikey went up to Casey's dresser and started opening all the drawers. When he found the socks and underwear drawer he pawed through them, his underwear was a bright color so it should be easy to spot.

But something else caught his attention, as he moved a few pairs out of the way, something.....lacy.....hit his hand. Pulling out said underwear made Mikey stop, holding the pair between his two pointer fingers.

These were April's. He knew that because one time April had started her period while he was over and had texted asking for a new pair. Mikey -having no idea what a period was- had grabbed this exact thong.

Why was it in Casey's dress-

"JESUS, MIKE!" Casey yelped, coming into the room, not expecting to see the youngest turtle. "Don't scare me like that, dude," He laughed, running a hand over his hair.

Casey's smile dropped when he saw what exactly Mikey was doing....and holding.

"Why do you have a pair of her panties in your dresser?"

"WHY ARE YOU IN MY DRESSER?!"

Mikey glanced at Casey, never had he seen him so startled, his eyes were wide and his face bright red.

He hoped the underwear was an accident, maybe something leftover from when he used April's machine a week ago, but it was clear the only mistake was someone finding them.

"Are you-?!" Mikey gasped, dropping the thong to the floor like it was poisoned, hands covering his large mouth.

"Mike, I can explain-" Casey took a step into the room.

"Have you and April-?!" Came Mikeys muffled question, still not removing his hands. He couldn't bring himself to ask the question.

Casey cringed, looking away, he wasn't sure how but Casey turned an even darker red.

"Oh my god, you guys still are?!" Mikeys hands slid up his face to cover his eyes, he turned away from Casey, groaning as if he were in pain.

"Alright just....just listen, Mikey-"

"You banged my sister?!" Mikey all but screamed, Casey sighed, running a hand down his face.

"Whose bangin' whose sister?" Casey's stomach dropped hearing Raphs voice in the living room.

He slowly turned, seeing the giant red behemoth standing about ten feet away, stomping his shoes on the mat by the window.

"Raph, what're you doing here?" Casey quickly asked, leaning on the doorframe, preventing him from entering.

"Leo sent me out to get Mikey, if he's not back soon he's gonna miss Splinters evenin' training," Raph shrugged, coming up to Casey, looking over his shoulder at a very distressed Mikey.

"What happened with him?" Raph jutted his chin toward Mikey, Casey stumbled, feeling himself start to sweat.

"HE'S BANGING APRIL!"

Casey saw his life flash before his eyes. Looking up at the largest of his four friends, April's confidant and biggest brother, and his best friend.

He saw the recognition flash across his green eyes and the scowl form on his face.

"You're what?!"

"I-I can explain, cause there's more than that-" Casey took a step back wanting to put space between them, but Raph stepped with him, entering his bedroom.

"There's more?!" Both turtles yelled.

"Can you guys please stop yelling, you're going to wake up the neighbors," Casey took a deep breath, turning so he could face both brothers.

"I can explain, and the truth is.....the truth is that....April and I are dating," Casey started rubbing his sweaty hands together, unable to meet their eyes. "We've kinda been flirting for a while now and things really took a turn about three or four months ago."

"So April letting you use her washing machine was just a rouse?" Raph crossed his arms, throwing daggers with his eyes.

"She did that because she's a good person," Casey argued. Both turtles raised an eyebrow ridge which made Casey back down. "Alright, yeah kinda, we're both busy with work sometimes and it was a good reason that wouldn't be suspicious if you guys caught us in her apartment,"

"Wow," Raph murmered, hand covering his mouth as he sighed heavily.

Casey stared expectantly at the turtle before him, he knew he was going to snap.

"Well I guess that only leaves one option left," Raph didn't meet Casey's eyes but the rookie knew he was addressing him. He spoke far to calm for what was being discussed.

"Which is?" Casey knew the moment the words left his mouth that he was fuc-

"I'M GONNA KICK YOUR ASS CASEY!" Raphs fist swung fast, but Casey had been around long enough to know when to duck. He just narrowly missed his friends fist and ducked into the living room.

"Wait, wait, Raph!" Casey tripped over his coffee table, landing on the hardwood floor. "Let's talk about this!"

Raph stepped heavily out of his bedroom, eyes in a permanent glare, he cracked his knuckles as he stepped toward him.

"Raph, just-" Casey couldn't bring his legs to stand back up, instead just scooting back on the floor.

As if the universe was truly trying to punish him, Casey's apartment doors lock started to rattle, and both men turned to see the one and only April opening the door.

"Hey, baby, I got food-" She unlocked the door with her personal key, a wide smile on her face, large brown bag of takeout in her arms. Seeing her boyfriend and brother in the living room made her smile drop instantly. "What's going on?"

"'What's going on?' What's going on?! You wanna know what's going on?!" Raphs voice rose as he redirected toward the reporter. "What's going on is I just found out that my best friend," He spat the word out through gritted teeth, glancing back at Casey before turning back to April. "Is.....is doing my sister!"

April raised an eyebrow, raising a single finger to Raph. "Watch your tone," Raph sighed heavily, lowering his shoulders. No matter how hard any of them tried, no one could 'out Alpha' April.

April sighed and gave a small chuckle in relief, clearly worried the boys were fighting about something much worse. She set the bag of takeout on the counter as Mikey slowly walked out of Casey's bedroom and stood beside Raph.

"So you guys found out...." She made eye contact with all three men, putting her hands on her hips, unsure of how to have this conversation.

"Yeah, I found your thong in his drawer," Mikey piped up.

April glanced down at Casey who was still sitting on the floor. "You took my underwear?"

"It isn't an important part of this argument," Casey blushed hard, angrily whispering and not meeting her eyes.

April rolled her eyes and turned back to her brothers. "Yes, Casey and I are dating, and I know this is unexpected, but it's my decision and, you know, I'm -surprisingly- really happy. I know it's going to take some getting used to, but please know that I wouldn't be with him if he was a genuine asshole,"

Both brothers lowered their heads, they knew she was right, April could handle herself and they would just have to learn to get over it.

Raph spared one last glance at Casey. "Break her heart I break your face," and with that he promptly turned and left for the window.

"That went better than I was expecting," April happily clapped her hands together, turning to the youngest brother with a smile. "Do you wanna get some food for the road?"

Mikey chuckled, maybe April and Casey dating wouldn't be so bad....

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

About three hours later after Splinters evening training and eating the food April gave him, Mikey was back on the surface heading for Casey's apartment.

In the mix of the argument, Mikey completely forgot about his underwear. But thankfully it was still relatively early so Casey should still be up.

Like before Mikey opened the window, and just headed right for the closed bedroom door.

"Hey, don't freak out, Case, you're not going to believe it but I forgot to grab my underwear earlier-" Mikey swung the door open and for the first time in his life wished he had patience and the ability to remember to knock.

April was laying on her back -thankfully under a blanket- but let out a loud scream at seeing Mikey, yanking the blanket to cover her chest. And while he couldn't see him, the large lump in the blanket in between April's knees was evidence enough that Mikey should just leave.

He slammed the door closed, covering his eyes. "I am so sorry!"

"What's wrong with you!?"

"Would it kill you to knock?!"

Those were the only things Mikey heard before rushing back out the window.

Maybe them dating was a bad thing.

tags: @strawberrycakeblog @sketch-and-write-lover @happymoonangel @dilucsflame33 @sharpwindow

[stilespeters]

SALVATION (series)

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4) (part 5) (part 6)

pairing: colin zabel x reader

words: 1649

a/n: soo i decided to make this part shorter, the next one will be longer. Im sorry for not posting in a long time, idk if people still read salvation, but i do plan on posting more regularly:)

summary: you and colin make a plan to solve the case and head to the opening of the Hotel Cortez

warnings: swearing, a bit of info dump

part 4: salvation

The next day, you and Colin met up at a diner, and discussed the plan for Saturday when you would go to the Cortez. You had to know what the two of you were searching for. If you were there and you didn't know what to do, it would be pointless. All you knew was that the Cortez had something to do with the murders.

While you had ordered food, Colin explained to you why he suspected the Hotel Cortez was linked to the recent killings.

“I went through the files, and something caught my eye. The first two couples that were murdered two weeks ago had an invitation to the opening of the Hotel Cortez. It was found by forensics examiners in the living room. The examiners didn't find anything in Marie and Bernard’s living room. However, this afternoon I went back to the crime scene and looked more thoroughly in the upstairs bedroom, and know what I found?”

Your eyes widened. “An invitation to the opening of the Hotel Cortez.”

“Exactly,” Colin continued. “I found it in the drawer in the nightstand. Which means that all three of the couples that have been murdered, had an invitation. I don't think it’s a coincidence.” You took a bite of your food. So James March gave invitations to people who were now brutally murdered. It was indeed suspicious.

“What we know is that the killer isn't done killing, so we need to prevent him from doing so. I believe that the next victim also has an invite to the opening,"

"but how do we know who is the next target?”

Colin rubbed his temples and drank from his coke. “I don’t know yet.”

“This sick fuck is twisted beyond insanity,” you began and you grimaced. “What is the motive? Why suddenly after 5 years, is someone finishing what Kai started? I just don’t understand, something is just off about all of this, why would someone copy Kai? Why would James send invitations to future victims? How is everything connected?" you questioned while saying your thoughts aloud.

“A message.”

“What?”

“Maybe he is trying to send a message. 7 years ago, Kai killed 11 people, and he all did it with one goal: spread fear. One thing why it’s called the ‘fear is truth’ killings, is because each letter of the victims first name made the sentence ‘fear is truth.” you found it hard to follow his words but you tried your best.

“The first victim in 2016 was named Frances, the second one was Erin, the third one was Allison, then came Rory, then Isa, Sarah, Troy, Randy, Ursula, Thomas and Harrison. If you put all of the first letters of their names together in the order of the killings, you get ‘Fear Is Truth’. That's why it was so popular in the true crime media, and why it was called the 'FIT' murders."

You leaned forward in intrigue, and pressed your fingers to your temples.

“So what message is the killer trying to send?” you questioned and you sighed. “It could be that the copycat is also trying to spell a word with his victim's names.” You grabbed a napkin and grabbed the pen. You didn't remember who were the latest victims, but Colin immediately knew what you were trying to do, and he grabbed the files.

“The first victims are Janet and Max. The second victims were Chris and Clara, and the third and most recent victims are Bernard and Marie.”

“Which spells…” you underlined the first letters of their names. “It spells JMCCBM.”

You closed your eyes in disappointment and frustration. You really thought that this was something. Colin however, didn't give up yet. “Wait,” he started and he wrote everyone’s full name on the napkin.

“Janet Stacy, Max Allister, Chris Lee, Clara Vera, Bernard Allen and Marie Tobias.”

He scribbled something and you tried to read what he was writing upside down. “Their last names. Stacy, Allister, Lee, Vera, Allen, Tobias. It spells…” he began and he squinted his eyes. “Salvat?”

“What is Salvat?”

“I don’t know, it looks like the beginning of a word. You think it’s a coincidence?”

“Nothing about this case is a coincidence. This has to be it.” you closed your eyes. You were getting a headache, but you wanted to help Colin and so you thought long and hard. You were getting closer and closer to cracking the code, you just had to have an extra push into the right direction.

Something suddenly clicked in Colin's brain and he snapped his fingers as if trying to make him remember something. “What were the words Kai spoke in court to you?”

You looked up at him and your jaw dropped. You heard Kai’s voice in the back of your head like he was screaming it in your ear. "Fear is the only salvation mankind will ever know.”

“That’s it,” Colin began and the two of you clicked everything together as you spoke in unison. “Salvation.”

“You really think that’s our lead?” you asked and Colin nodded. “Like you said, it can't be a coincidence, nothing about these cases are coincidences. It’s like the killer is killing for fun, but is also trying to send a message. The killer is trying to spread fear again, and he's succeeding.”

A woman walked towards your table and placed two plates of food in front of you. You had ordered fish and chips and you gave the woman a quick smile. Colin continued “It has to be this, I’m sure of it. The killer is trying to finish the word Salvation just like Kai finished the words ‘fear is truth’. He is spelling the words with the letters of the victim's last names. The killer only needs three more letters. I, O and N.”

“So that means that whoever is the next victim has an invitation to the Hotel Cortez, and has a last name that starts with ‘I’.” Everything began to fall in place “Why are the only victims invited to the Hotel Cortez? What makes the Hotel Cortez special? And how do we find out who has an invitation?”

Colin rubbed his temples while thinking hard but before he could have any more time to think, you suddenly chirped up. “Wait, there has to be a guest list, if we see who is invited, we can figure out whose last name starts with an I.”

Colin opened his eyes. “So our goal tomorrow is to get the guest list and prevent the killer from striking again.”

“We have to catch the person who is doing this before he can finish the word ‘Salvation’.”

You and him both smiled as you looked at each other, and it was so satisfying to piece the puzzle together. You had never been interested in these types of things before. The world was cruel enough, but knowing that you might be able to help solve this thing, gave you a satisfying feeling.

Colin held up his hand for a high five.

“You and I, we make a pretty good team.”

--

The next day broke and you were as nervous as ever. The whole day, you had tried to occupy your thoughts with something other than the Hotel Cortez. You had taken the pills Vincent prescribed and to your relief, Kai hadn't shown up anywhere.

You walked down the stairs as the clock struck 7:45. Colin should be here soon to pick you up.

“You look pretty,” Zoe said as you walked into the kitchen and you twirled for her and smiled. “Thank you.”

You wore a wine red dress with spaghetti straps, and it clung to your body in every curve. There was a slit on your right side leading up to your thigh, and the smooth skin of your leg was exposed. Around your neck was a silver necklace that your mother gave you when you were 14, and you had hoop earrings that matched the silver color. You never dressed up like this, but knowing you'd be surrounded by elites, you wanted to dress the part.

Violet walked into the room and she whistled. “Dang, Y/n, you got a date or something?”

You kissed the back of your teeth to that question, and eventually nodded. “I am, actually.”

Zoe smiled. “Shut up?! Who is it?”

Before you could answer, the bell rang and all three of your heads snapped to the door. You fixed your hair one more time and walked to the hall. Zoe and Violet then looked at you as you walked to the door and opened it.

Colin Zabel had his hands in his pockets and looked down, until the door opened and he looked at you. His breath got caught up in his throat and his jaw fell open the slightest. “Holy shit.”

“Hello Detective,” you mused as you looked him up and down. He had a black suit with a black tie, and he looked elegant and stylish, yet he still looked like himself. You had always fancied men who looked great in a suit, but Colin was on a whole other level.

Zoe and Violet eyed him and then they gave you a knowing look. In just a short glance, you could translate their looks. They approved.

“Let me grab my purse and we can go.” You said and you walked to the living room. Zoe followed you and as you were in the living room, she tapped your shoulder. “He is the man from the tv?!” she whisper-shouted and you chuckled. “The detective? You never mentioned that he was your date?” she then looked puzzled “You’re going to the Hotel Cortez with him?”

“I wasn’t planning on going initially… wait- how do you know about the Cortez…” you began but you figured that she saw the invitation on the kitchen counter. “Never mind.”

You turned around and headed for the hall again. “I’m going, I’ll be back later. Don’t open the door for strangers.”

“I won’t. Have fun with your date!”

You reached the hall again and Violet had her arms crossed as she was talking to Colin. He had an unreadable expression on his face and you narrowed your eyes at Violet.

When he saw you, he looked somewhat relieved and he reached his hand out for you. You grabbed it as you walked out of the front door. You stopped for a second to look back ar Violet.

“Violet do me a favor, please don't smoke. or sneak out”

“I won’t.” she promised. You gave her a nod and you began to walk to Colin's car with him at your side.

Violet stood in the doorway and looked one more time at Colin and a smug look appeared on her face. You couldn't even walk 3 meters before she spoke up.

“Hey Y/n,” Violet asked. “Yeah?”

“Do me a favor.” you hummed to her words “Don’t get pregnant.”

She had a smug look on her face and you pressed your lips together in a thin line and rolled your eyes at her. She used your own line against you. Colin raised his eyebrows while looking amused, yet slightly scared. “Don't get what now?”

“Nothing, let's go” you linked your arm with his and together you wakked further without glancing back at your sister "We got a mission to accomplish."

[mrs-bluemarine]

Hi this is my contribution to @oc-brain-dump-of-jack 's New Year's kiss Collab :) thank you for letting me join in on the fun <3 ft. my new favorite modern au with Jodiemore delicious

Blinded by the Lights

Everyone and their spouse was invited to the CEO's New Years Eve party. The room was full to the brim with people feeling the holiday spirit. Jodie was one of them. After that carpool with her brother and fiancé, with that tension between the two of them thick enough to cut with a knife, she deserved a little drink. Except... Where was Blackmore? Franz was sitting in the corner, chatting with Diego but Jodie's fiancé wasn't anywhere to be seen. Not even Valentine could tell her where he went... She felt the sinking feeling that a certain coworker would, though.

Mike was already tipsy, holding on to an equally drunk Axl Ro while they both were dissolving into a fit of laughter after a bad joke. Axl was the first to notice Jodie standing over the two, and quickly sat up a little straighter. Mike O. caught on a little later.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite girly!" Axl giggled red in the face. "How's it hanging? See that boyfriend of yours anywhere? I've been dyin' to find out where you got that ring for 'im." Mike giggled more violently, doubling over and covering his face. Jodie wasn't humored.

"Cut the crap you two, I know you guys ran him off away from the party! Do you seriously have to tease him every chance you get?"

"Now, that ain't no fun. What's a party without some jokes?" Mike quipped up. "For real though, your man has been actin' weird since the party started. Is he sick? He went runnin' out the door before we could even bring you up."

"He was acting strange? He was fine back in the car..." Jodie cupped her chin in thought. "He could've had too much to drink, I'll find him and see if I can figure out what's wrong." After a thought, Jodie grabbed the water bottle sitting between the two men, not without a complaint from Mike. The seal was still closed, and there was some condensation, this would do. Without another word she skipped out of the brightly lit office. There wasn't many lights on in this part of the building, except for one amongst the sea of grey cubicles. With pure memory alone Jodie deduced it was coming from Blackmore's seat.

She silently made it over to find him at his desk, everything pushed to the side so he could rest his head on his arms. If he noticed his fianceé, he didn't act like it. He was tense, anxiety and stress clear in his posture. Jodie stole a chair from another cubicle so she could sit next to him, a gentle hand on his rigid back. "Is everything alright, Blackmore? I missed you in Mr. Valentine's office." She asked him softly.

His deep blue eyes looked away in shame. "'m sorry. Didn't mean to make you to worry."

"That's okay! I just wanted to make sure you weren't hurt." Jodie offered him the cold water bottle. Blackmore took it but didn't make a move to drink it yet. "You aren't, are you?"

"No..."

Jodie copied him, resting her head on an arm while still rubbing his back. "Please tell me. Was it Mike and Axl?" She asked. Before explaining, Blackmore sighed deeply.

"Everything was fine once we got here... I don't know what it was. The lights, all the noise, being cramped between those two with them in my face... It all came on to me so quick, I just wanted to get away from it all before I passed out in front of everyone." He sighed again, deep from his chest. How childish was it to be so overwhelmed by a party? But Blackmore knew Jodie understood. She knew him better than anyone else.

"Oh, Ritchie, I'm so sorry. Is there anything I can do for you? Would you like to leave?"

"Not... Not yet. I'll be fine now that I'm alone. I don't wanna leave so soon. We just got here, Funny would be crushed! Besides you.. you like these parties? Don't you?"

Jodie sat up to hold his face, making sure she could see him clearly while her thumbs soothed the skin of his cheeks. "Ritch, if I had to choose between your health and a party, you know damn well I'd choose you, every time. And I think Mr. Valentine and Mrs. Maggie would both agree." He was struck by her selflessness once again, if only for a moment.

"Jodie... Thank you for understanding me. 'm sorry I'm so..." She interrupted him with a kiss on his cheek. Blackmore gave her a soft smile, enjoying the feeling of her cool hand on his heated skin.

She looked to a clock on the wall. It was digital, in big red numbers it read a minute to midnight. In the distance she could hear the music was paused and the excited murmur of the others waiting for the final count down. No one followed her out to find Blackmore, that left them both alone in the dark maze of cubicles. "It's not too late. Before we leave could we...kiss, once the countdown finishes? If that's okay with you?"

With wide eyes, and suddenly much more anxious, he sat up as stiff as a pole. "Well, since no one's around, and it's the least we can do tonight... I'd like that. A lot, actually."

They both waited with bated breath, hands clasped together as they leaned forward. The countdown started soon, everyone chanting in unison, beginning at ten, and slowly making it down. The waiting was painful as they closed the gap between them, noses pressing into one another and their eyes closing. It became unbearable. At the cheer of one their lips already crashed together in a sweet lock. Blackmore sighed in bliss against her mouth, pulling her closer to feel her heartbeat next to his. The cheers in Valentine's office became a hazy hum as they parted, looking deeply into each other's eyes, smiling in contempt.

"I...love you." Jodie's giggle fell on his ear sweetly.

"I love you too, Ritchie. Happy new year, dear." And she sealed the memory with a delightful kiss on his nose.

[unicyclehippo]

Please tell me you're writing the accidental marriage fic as a 'proper' fic. Like I rambled in tags I need to know everything! What are the seven steps exactly? How did they fulfill them? How is Kara going to tell Lena? How will Lena react? What do they do????? Please, I need it!!

yknow what i live for validation & encouragement so im gonna post a bit of it for yall tonight ok

they say that rao created the suns and stars and planets to keep him company, that he loved his creations for their beauty and order so much that he made krypton, and its people, to delight in it with him. they said—they said—he was so pleased with his children that he gave to them everything he had: wisdom, and passion, and strength, and intelligence, and within all of these gifts, his love.

she knows rao made order. a delicate, incredible dance. that rao set the rules of it all and made the music and the room to dance in, and the costumes, and the decorations, and the love and rhythm of their heartbeats—all of that, everything that exists, and somehow he couldn’t account for his tiny children running amok. couldn’t account for them making up their own rules, or for their countless missteps. 

there was a stretch of time—a considerable stretch indeed—when kara hated him. because if rao had brought order to the universe, he missed a step. didn’t look far enough ahead to consider the end of his jewel, his love, his krypton.

kara read a lot when she came to earth, about religions and gods, both the divine and the fallible, but mostly she read about people. she was only thirteen when krypton—when it happened—but she remembers the quick thrum of her mothers pulse, fearful, and the way her father smiled at her with so much love in his eyes it burned, like he knew it was the last thing he would ever get to do and he wanted it to leave some kind of mark. well, it was, and it did. and she thinks a lot about choice and self and people and how it might have been easier for her if she hadn’t seen them right there. right next to her. how it still felt cruel to have seen them, and to have been made to leave them.

and the what ifs, that loud, endless wave of what ifs: what if one of them had gone with baby kal, what if they had made those stupid, stupid pods with room for two, what if her mother had never sent astra to the phantom zone, if non had never killed a guard, if kara had never called astra home, if someone had spoken up sooner, louder, more insistently, if her mother had just agreed to try, if generations ago the house of el had never even been formed—and everything stacks up on everything that came before and kara gets lost in it.

but there’s no point. there’s no point, because krypton is dead and left far behind, and that’s where it will stay.

all that remains of krypton is a fortress of toy relics, a man with her blood but the heart of a human, and shards of her dead planet. and her, still her. and there is no point in hating a god who died with the rest of her world.

//

years later, standing on the roof of national city’s tallest building—which isn’t catco, as much as cat might like to think it is—she hates him again.

the rain is so cold even she is shivering. head tilted up to the sky, she doesn’t both wiping away the torrent drenching her face, her hair. her cape drags heavy on her shoulders, a sopping weight, and she whips it to the side when it tangles around her ankle. the move flicks water off it like a spray of diamonds, shattering against the concrete where the rest of the water, the rest of the world, trembles at her step. she paces the roof of the building, eyes fixed on some distant point, the heart of the storm.

there comes a sound that only she can hear, and she pauses at the corner of the building. poised there, lightning cracks and illuminates her against the backdrop of a broiling, immense storm. it cloaks the whole city in shadow, clings to everything with its misted tendrils, and she is no exception. she would be engulfed in it, but for the power gathered behind her eyes—white-hot and furious. 

and when the thunder drums again, like a call to war, kara’s edges are sharp enough to be a war all by herself. 

lightning cracks the sky wide open. thunder follows it instantly in a boom. the wind that comes tearing flings back kara’s hair, her cape, shudders against the windows stories far below her feet.

kara clenches her jaw, braces herself against it. her eyes flash hotter.

she saw diana catch lightning in her hands once, knows better than most that many things in the world are more than they are given credit for. this storm is more than crashing particles—this is her challenge, her fight, and by everything that exists in this world, rao will hear her!

“DUAHZ VOIEHD KRYPTAHNIUM,” she yells up to the clouds.

the thunder rolls. grumbles, shatters into itself.

“TA-RRIV RRAOP-RAO RAOGRYHS PAHDH IRSTUN OSH KHAP!”

she gets no answer save the lightning that zips down toward her and kara’s eyes flash. she grits her teeth around a scream and launches herself right at it, catches it on the bands diana gifted her and doesn’t stop, punches right up through the clouds to the heart of the storm. she winds the lightning around her, grips it tight.

“rao,” she yells, voice dragged raw.

the wind is stronger here and it whips her hair across her face, stinging, and everything tastes like hot metal and salt water. she holds tight to the lightning just to feel it burn. feels the answering sting in a line down her chest, sternum to navel. “rao, ta-irstun rraop-rao pahdh voiehd? khap eiahm,” she whispers. the words are tugged from her, ripped from her lips. she wills it out, up, to the right ears. the right heart. “khap eiahm, ewuhsh gehd.”

a formal introduction; or, skulir: verb, the active form: to look, to examine. 

//

kara is six years old when she finds out that she will have a husband. she considers it for two days, silently, before bringing it up to anyone.

a tall figure in blue—that’s all kara can see under her thin blanket—stands in the doorway of her bedroom. “your mother says you’re not well. do you want to come out from under that blanket?”

“no.”

“no?”  the bed creaks as she sits on kara’s bed. “then perhaps i shall sit here with you. is that alright?” kara murmurs her assent, scoots over a little to make space in the bed. “i brought your stars, little one. are you sure you don’t want to see them? we were only partway through the primaries.” astra waits a moment for kara’s response. when it doesn’t come immediately, she offers, “you may hold the star jar, if you wish.”

kara kicks her feet under the blanket as she considers that.

finally, she pulls down the covers. “just the stars?” she asks, fixing her aunt with a suspicious look.

astra leans over, presses a kiss to her forehead. “just the stars,” she promises, and kara rolls around in her bed, bundles the blankets around herself, and thumps down into astra’s lap. her aunt pulls her close, strokes her hair back from her forehead.

“there is my darling star,” she murmurs. she activates the holo-reader—kara’s ‘star jar’—and scatters the stars across the ceiling. once it’s active, she allows kara to hold it in her little hands. 

kara stays there, tucked up into astra, listening to her explaining the primary stars and astra cards her fingers down her long hair until kara’s nervous gut unclenches and she asks what has been bothering her.

“does everyone get married?”

astra’s voice falters, and then stops. she looks down at her niece, bemused by the topic change. “married?”

“fardhogh-cheh says that everyone gets married. that parents pick someone and then you have to spend your whole life with them.”

“did he put it like that?” astra crooks a finger under kara’s chin, tilts it up to look at her. “hmm, little one?” she tickles under kara’s chin and astra’s eyes, so clear and fond, are brighter than rao’s midday light. kara cuddles into her, ducks her head again. “have you been concerned about this?”

“...no.”

astra tickles at kara’s shoulder, makes her squirm. “for how long?”

“…two days.”

“i see. you do like to keep things to yourself, don’t you, little one?” kara shrugs. “well, it is nothing to be concerned about. marriage is a union between families.”

“who will it be?”

“he will be of good standing—”

“will he be nice?” kara asks, and with it comes the flood of questions that have blinded her for the last few days. “do i know them? how long do i have? what happens? do i have to get married? do i get to choose him? why do i have to get married? what does it do? is it scary?”

“these are a lot of questions.”

“i have a lot of questions,” kara agrees quietly.  

“a curious mind can be dangerous, little one,”

“questions are good!” she argues, struggles to sit up and away, and astra nods. she helps kara, tries not to laugh at the bundle of a girl who wriggles away, irate at the suggestion that questions might not be a good thing.

“always. but you should share them with your family or else you may get lost in them.” astra strokes  down her cheek. “and i would not like that.”

“oh.” kara waits a moment. “so?”

astra glances away, tries not to smile. “your betrothed,” she tells her niece, “will be chosen by your family, we who love you. we will not let you be bonded to someone unworthy, not when you are more precious to us than all else.”

“but what’s the point?”

“marriage is a union. do you know of shokh?”

“truth,” kara nods impatiently. “the first virtue.”

“the primary virtue, yes, on which we base all dealings. shokh is the virtue all unions are based on. a family would never agree to a union without first knowing who their beloved shall be bonded to, just as one would never agree to an alliance or business without knowing who extends their hand. it is a virtue that persists throughout a union—shokh is constant. unwavering. it is about learning and knowledge and discovery. sharing.” she hugs kara to her, strokes her hair again, out of her thoughtful eyes. “does that make sense, little one?”

“yes. but,” kara smiles, a little shy, when astra laughs. “i have more questions.”

“of course you do. share them with me,” she encourages, sets the star field aside for another night.

alura joins them later, knocking gently on kara’s bedroom door. she peeks in, relaxes against the door when she sees them curled there.

“you are feeling better then, kara?”  kara nods—sheepish, small in her aunt’s arms, but she nods. “i’m so glad. you’ve had us worried. we had to call in reinforcements.”

“reinforcements?” kara sits up quickly, looks back over her shoulder at her aunt. “you’re reinforcements?”

astra laughs, throws her head back. “your parents were worried.” she lets kara go when she wriggles away from her, goes to stand defiant in the centre of the room, her little frown stern and her little arms crossed. “do not be displeased with me, little one.”

kara considers the request for a time, before she flicks her hair back over her shoulders and walks out of the room. she makes her way out of their home and down the long corridor before loud steps follow her and she breaks into a run before zor-el plucks her clean off the ground and carries her home.

“i’m mad at you.”

“it was your mother’s idea,” he tells her, in that low rumble of a voice she loves so much. she leans back into his chest—but keeps her arms folded to show her displeasure.

[sheshirkat]

Eddie "The Freak" Munson as King of the Upside Down : a thread

He wakes up with a demobat licking his blood. He doesn't stop it. There's something that he can't really pinpoint that's reassuring and weirdly healing about its tongue on his wounds. And also weirdly, there's no other demobats around. ("Hivemind remember...where the fuck are the others?")

Turns out demobat's venom can be as deadly as it is healing. Boy got no idea how long he was in between life and death, in "the dark", but he woke up with the demobat and there was scars and pain but it wasn't nearly as bad.

So he gets up, and the upside down is changing around him. Accelerating. With the four gates opened, the upside down stuck in Hawkins S1 is changing for Hawkins S4.

He goes back into his trailer only to find that the gate is closed. ("It makes no sense, the gate should still be here whether or not the fourth gate has been opened so why isn't it here..?")

(Like the cloud we've seen at the end of the episode is actually a huge ass gate but has to be developped before it can reach full potential and allow passageway. Until then it's kind of like a black hole, everything that comes in each way ends up in a different time period of hawkins, and can't get back in or something like that, since the upside down is accelerating and morphing through time.)

"HENDERSON!"

No answer. Unsurprisingly.

"HARRINGTON? WHEELER? BUCKLEY? ANYONE?? HEYYY IM ALIVE !!"

Having a mental breakdown in all Munson Glory.

Only to notice the previous demobat at his feet. Not attacking him. It just followed him and is pulling on his jeans.

"What the---" it nuzzles against him.

He tentatively puts his hand on its head.

It does like that cat thing where cats push their heads onto your hands to make you caress them.

Eddie goes to check the Creel House "why not, everyone who might still be alive probably think I'm dead, there's no gates and Vecna didn't come to smother me in my deadly sleep. I'll take that as a sign."

The house is empty. And if he sighs from relief, a bat in his shaking hands, well, no one has got to know. ("No one will ever look for you anyway", a voice that sounds too much like himself whispers in his head)

The demobat is still here. He sits and carress her for a while. And while she FUCKING PURRS WHAT THE FUCK he notices she's purring master of puppets of all things.

In the asylum where victor creel is, they use music to "reach parts of the brain that other things can't"

Turns out eddie's rendition of master of puppets resonated in the demobat and she took quite a liking to him. Apparently.

He calls her Minnie. (Idk why I'm just rlly thinking about sirius black's nickname for mcgonnagal) (eddie and sirius do have much shit in common tho)

Also the tentacles hive things disappeared. Not that he'd know but while Henry/One/Vecna was still alive, he was weak, and lost touch with some of the upside down he had control with.

Since no one and nothing is here, he takes his shield, his weaponery, his guitare, a backpack, Minnie on his shoulder, and goes to explore.

First time Minnie goes away, he's hella fucking scared, not far away from skull rock, and crouch down under the rock (not) ready to blast a bitch.

She gives him hell of a scare when she comes back, another creature he's never seen before in her mouth. She eats a part of it. And dump the half on his knees.

He's hungry as hell, and a demobat saved him, so why the fuck not?

"Why the fuck not?" Becomes his motto.

First nights where he tries to sleep he's got awful nightmares.

Minnie stays besides him. He sleeps a bit better when she cuddles with him, humming the tune to master of puppets in a near perfect imitation.

He gets to the big cloud eventually, but Minnie doesn't want to let him inside, and he doesn't know why, but he trusts her. Crazy thing, but he doesn't feel as alone as he used to. Not with her there.

So he keeps exploring. Roams the upside down for god knows how long.

He and Minnie fight good against demobats and demogorgon.

First time they fought demogorgons Eddie was scared. He had managed to kill one out of three and the two others had Minnie in their eyesight ("does that thing even have eyes? C'mon Minnie you know they gotta be blind asf"). He ends up face to face with both demogorgons and his favorite demobat right behind him. They knock the shit out of him, but he does manage do get a few clean hits. On his back, ready to die for the second time, hoping minnie will at least get enough time to run away, his mind hazy and his soul almost leaving his body, he sees something.

Minnie's metal as fuck. She splurts fucking fire.

Yeah because Minnie's a fucking demodragon because "why the fuck not."

She grows real quick. Eddie's got no real idea how time passes in the upside down, it feels like he needs to eat and sleep less than in normal Hawkins.

He and Minnie find a few rogue demobats. There's no more hive mind, the demobats are just in total chaos. Some attack them. Others attack each other. There's no pattern.

Once in what he named "the batcave" afterwards, eddie takes out his guitare, and plays master of puppets, Minnie purring the tune on his shoulder.

Also Vecna's out to build an army and get back his power full force somewhere else. Don't tell me the upside down is only Hawkins' upside down. There was gates in Russia. The upside down's wayyy bigger. I'm talking like the whole world bigger.

So when Vecna's back and attacking Hawkins a year later, after the start of the reconstruction and healing, it's Vecna's army of hiveminded demobats and demogorgons against the kids and the scooby gang (minus eddie).

And eddie comes out of that huge ass cloud Hawkins kept freaking out about (and built a wall around it) ("like anything's gonna actually care and stop at the gates" "thanks for the positivity steve"), and he comes out, guitare on his back, bat and shield in his hands, onto Minnie's back, who became a full height demodragon by that time.

"Come with me if you wanna live big boy." "Didn't I tell you not to play hero?" "Oh but aren't you glad I didn't listen to you Harrington?" (If steve's eyes were shining a bit from held back tears or lack of sleep, no one can tell.) (Self indluging headcanon of steddie powercouple on demodragon Minnie's back tho)

Dustin says nothing. He just hugs him. Really hard. "Hey henderson, not that I mind your enthousiasm, but could you step aside two seconds, got few demogorgons to smash, be right back"

"No No No don't jinx it you idiot! "

"-okay I *splash of blood* won't *gets kicked on the ground* be right back *stands up and slash demogorgon's head*

After the war, Minnie's a bit jealous at first. Okay, a lot. She did put fire to Dustin shoes. But when Dustin makes her taste chocolate bars, she's a little more keen to accept that he's close to Eddie. The others are up to you.

Or maybe she dies and Eddie goes absolutely feral idk

I'm tired as hell, wrapping this shit up. Maybe I'll make a fanfic out of it, who knows. Saw a post about Eddie king of the Upside Down and I just HAD to make this. Also Minnie & Eddie Friendship vibez : Oh Ana, Mother Mother

[x0401x]

may you please elaborate more on the kaisei part you just mentioned im so eager to read the LN now hh

By God, I sure as hell can. I’m just gonna dump the whole scene here under the cut, because I’m sure not everyone would believe me if I just wrote a summary of it. Even I couldn't believe my own eyes when I read this shit for the first time.

Just to give some context, the scene takes place at a theme park where people could interact with dogs and cats. The whole club was there, including Masaki, but they scatter to enjoy the attractions in small groups. Masaki tags along with the first-years to keep an eye on them. Minato, Ryouhei and Nanao go straight to the first circle and dive into a sea of puppies. The girls head to a corner with trained dogs, where Yuuna takes a video of Rika petting one of them. And then there’s Seiya and Kaito, who decide to go see a dog runway for large dogs. One of the dogs gets cozy with Seiya and that’s where this bullshit begins.

Ayano Kotoko really knows how not to give a single flying fuck.

“That one sure is clingy. Ain’t it heavy?”

“I’m used to it, so it’s fine. But I’ll have to take a shower before going home. Kuma will find out that I was getting friendly with other dogs if the smell stays on me.”

“Where are you gonna take that shower?”

“Minato’s place. I’ll go in from the back door so that Kuma won’t notice.”

“You’ll be mistaken for some buglar.”

“This always happens, so there’s no problem.”

Someone blew a whistle. The dogs sled to their feet and went into their hut. The song was “Greensleeves”.

English lyrics: Alas, my love, you do me wrong Greensleeves was all my joy Greensleeves was my delight

Japanese translation: Ah, my love, you're such a cruel one Greensleeves, you were my joy Greensleeves, such merry days I was happy just being by your side

Invited by nostalgia, scenes that one both would and would not want to remember came to mind. The two went into the shade to avoid the sun. Heat-haze rose from within the grass.

“I just recently learned something; the Bernese Mountain Dog has a short lifespan even in comparison to other dogs, and apparently, there’s a Swiss proverb that goes, ‘Three years a young dog, three years a good dog and three years an old dog... all else is a gift from God’. The Ainu people call bears ‘kamuy’ – ‘gods’. I accidentally named a short-lived dog ‘Bear’ and kept it by my side. This had me thinking that ignorance is such a scary thing.”

“There ain’t any problem with that, y’know? Some grade school brat gave his pet a name that sounded strong. The Ainu people saw strong bears as gods. Isn't that all there is to it? Unlike in the past, medicine is advanced now. You’re just overthinking too much stuff.”

“Fuh, you’re right. Hey, Kaito.”

“Hm?”

“Ah... it’s almost time for lunch. Let’s go back to the meeting spot.”

Under the sunlight filtered through foliage, red shoes chased after blue ones.

I don’t know if it’s okay to catch up to you, since you’re so full of secrets. Is it selfish of me to want to know what’s burdening you, or to hope that you’ll share the load with me, even if just a little bit of it?

A cool breeze blew past the two, who at some point started walking side by side.

Okay, this scene needs a break-down.

On one side, you have some very obvious stuff, like Kaito’s thoughts about Seiya. His actions have been screaming “rely on me, goddamn it” since volume 1. No news here. Did I ever imagine we’d get it thrown in our faces word by word, coming from Kaito himself? Absolutely the fuck not.

Now, the rest leaves a lot of questions. Why did Seiya bring up the topic of Kuma’s name all of a sudden, and why at a moment when he’s all alone with Kaito instead of when everyone’s together? Why did the song in the background have to be Greensleeves? Why

the fuck

did it have to be such a suggestive part of the song?

Ayano. Fucking answer me, Ayano.

The first thing that got me about this moment is that there’s a Japanese version paired to the original English. Although I wouldn’t call it an accurate translation, I think the Japanese one hits closer to home when it comes to the author’s intention in picking this song (or else, it wouldn’t even be here). These specific verses wouldn’t be used without purpose in the first place, and literally all of it matches with the story.

“You’re such a cruel one”? Yeah, Seiya is indeed a cruel person. Not in the sense that he’s ill-intentioned or mean-spirited (far from it, actually), but in the sense that he doesn’t have any mercy when it comes to protecting what’s important to him. He doesn’t play fair and ends up hurting people in the process (even the very people he’s trying to protect), but he’s fully aware of that. It’s a price he’s willing to pay.

“I was happy just being by your side” reminds me a lot of volume 1, when Kaito was a hair’s breadth away from uncovering the whole truth about what happened in middle school and Seiya’s real intentions, but decided to leave it alone because it wouldn’t be of help for anyone if he knew. Back then, it really felt like just being by Seiya’s side and watching things unfold was enough for him.

But then again, even the English version of the lyrics hits bull’s-eye, ‘cause let’s be honest, Seiya did do Kaito a lot of wrong at the beginning. From blatantly ignoring Kaito to lying through his teeth with a straight face and throwing shade at every opportunity. We really saw it all, lol.

So yeah. Without a doubt, “my love” refers to Seiya. From Kaito’s point of view.

And like.

Why. In the fuck.

Why in all the nine fucks would you use that term for two guys who are supposed to be friends?

ALSO, WHAT THE FUCK WAS SEIYA GOING TO SAY. WHY DID YOU CUT HIM OFF THERE. WHY DOES EVERY SCENE IN THIS GODFORSAKEN SERIES CUT OFF WHEN IT REACHES PEAK GAY.

I just wanna talk, Ayano. I just wanna fucking talk.

This book feels like the author channeled everything the readers have been thinking into one volume and then added some more juicy stuff to it because why the fuck not.

I just... love the way that there’s literally nowhere else to run? Like, no matter how you try to look at it, Seiya is the one “my love” is referring to, and the rest is about his and Kaito’s relationship. It’s not even debatable at all.

Am I saying that Kaito is in love with Seiya? No. But can I say for sure that he isn’t? Also no. This is the magic of Tsurune. The gay is heavy as fuck and the author doesn’t let you find excuses for it.

What I mean by this wall of text is that we now can associate a sentence as straightforward as “alas, my love” with Kaito and Seiya. In canon.

Thank you, Ayano. Fuck you, Ayano.

But mind you, this isn’t the worst of all. There’s a lot going on in volume 3. A whole fucking lot.

“That’s every volume of Tsurune” NO YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND

[bobby-hockey]

first line meme!

rules: list the first lines of the last ten (10) stories you published. look to see any patterns you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices any. then tag some friends!

hi hen @fourteenfifteen thank you for the tag :)

the first seven are original fiction and the rest is blaseball fanfic, some of it's published some of it's not and im bending the rules bc im including chapter openers as well. pls forgive me hen

Roll Four Lines (the 2017-18 nashville predators): Jarle generally isn’t the kind of person to let bad games get to him.

tell me again (The Next One alternate perspective outtake): How does Taylor Jaycox feel about the QMJHL draft?

untitled creepy gross meat wip: He’s an outsider in this locker room.

(Dump and Chase, Chapter ?): Way out here on the edge of Bendbrook Falls, it’s as quiet as it ever gets: the frogs sing a lullaby to the sun, slowly joined by the crickets as the last light sinks over the mountains.

(Dump and Chase, Chapter ?): “You owe me three hundred bucks,” Toby says, sashaying into the apartment with all the grace of a grizzly bear on a tightrope.

(Dump and Chase, Chapter ?): Gozy puts on the Habs game before Jack can tell him that he’d really rather just sleep.

Battery (the san diego padres): Laying on his back on a hotel bed in San Diego, Lars Lyon doesn’t look much like the future of baseball.

as second sun came past the glass (ffs end of expansion era blaseball fanfic): When Wesley blinks he can see the supernova superimposed supervisory, peering over his shoulder, nothing but menace, and a desert so wide and so dark the only water is his own tears at the loneliness of it: a sea upside-down, like Wesley could swim into the starless sky and plunge into the depths of the lake he loves.

i got game face but it's all for show (ffs end of expansion era blaseball fanfic): When Gerund drags herself from the river, stiff fingers scraping concrete, she recognizes the city she’s in, a half-afterthought.

and coming back all damaged (ffs andrew/leon short circuit blaseball fanfic): It’s September in Seattle but the drizzling rain and unhappy breeze don’t stop the Garage from packing itself full of fans dressed in navy and red.

tagging: @avi-why @keen2meecha n anyone else who wants to take a crack at it! no pressure ofc but if you do it pls tag me i want to read other ppls' self analysis

observations under the cut since they got really long lol

observations: wow i sure don't like opening with dialogue, do i. i think i tend toward trying to set the scene every time i open something new; even in chaptered works my chapters tend to self-conclude and i don't write chapter cliffhangers that much, and when i do i usually transition away to a different scene to Let That Boy Marinate so to speak. so i'm always trying to Establish A Context but that doesn't always make for a fun hook

my fanfiction openers are a little bit more descriptive and punchy, i think partly because i'm working on a limited word budget w/ the 12x100 format, and also because i'm not adopting the more casual tone that i like my original work to be in.

that could Also be because i'm not really writing outside of my comfort zone (for the most part) w/ my original fic and i can take bigger risks w/ fanfiction because it's low-impact. and (ironically given i work w/in a certain structure in blaseball fic) it's relatively unstructured re: universal continuity; i can just handwave any inconsistencies since blaseball has, to use a kind of bad analogy, resonance structures; i can portray things in different ways and still have it represent the same molecule and that's fine. but w/ my original work i have such a need for it to be internally consistent that it needs to be correct and i think constraining myself like that isn't necessarily a bad thing but like, upon reflecting it's restricting my creative innovation.

in general i also try to Name My Characters in the opening lines but i just think that's good practice because i personally prefer to see a character (or group of characters, i.e. a team) be named so i have some sort of anchor point. obviously the exception in that collection is the creepygrossmeat wip but i think i might pull an annihilation with that and just not give anyone names outside of their function. we'll see lol it's a wip for a reason.

anyway that's it (sorry it's so long i'm in a literature class that is all about close reading)

[serialreblogger]

some of your post/reblogs were so relatable to me that more and more I think I may have ADHD (I'm like, at least 70% sure of this and the 30% is me searching for a psychiatrist/therapist that I can trust/afford, anyway) so, since your how to essay post Im talking myself to ask if you have some study tips or tips to focus, anything to help, really. I'm in college and I can't focus to read 2 paragraphs which makes me anxious and makes me procrastinate because I can't study and I HAVE to study so I avoid everything but then I think NOW I have even less time to study and I got stuck in this circle. And because I can't read anything I also cant bullshit my way writing papers that I have to so I don't do this too, so I'm just spiraling more and more with this which also doesn't help with the depression. And I'm so, so SORRY to dump my problems on you (this isn't my intention here) but if you have some tips or don't mind talking about what you do to study I really appreciate it with all my heart.

oh friend, i’m so sorry to hear you’re goin through that, it’s EXTREMELY relatable tho. everything you just wrote basically sums up my entire first year of university (just add in a couple dozen spiralling panic attacks on the basement floor and you’ll be me), and while i wish i had advice i could promise would solve the issue, i don’t... know? that i would recommend doing exactly what i did? because while i made it through university with ridiculously good grades, i also exacerbated a pre-existing anxiety disorder to the point where i literally could not bear being alive for a while there.

but for whatever it’s worth, and bearing in mind that you need to prioritize your own well-being WAY above whatever grades you get on a stupid piece of paper, here’s some tips on how to get through course readings, based on what i’ve learned through blood, tears, trial and error:

don’t read the full two paragraphs, to start. ADHD makes reading academic articles hell, but (and i genuinely don’t know if this is possible for anyone else, the chemical cocktail of debilitating anxiety that was my brain at the time made me do things i otherwise couldn’t and definitely shouldn’t) i did manage to finagle a way to make it work for me.

See, the thing about academic papers is that they’re very nicely organized. every paragraph is dedicated to making an individual point, which is introduced at the beginning and summarized, more or less, towards the end. this means you can get a very handy-dandy trick, because here’s the thing about ADHD brains: we’re VERY GOOD at making connections.

so here’s the trick: you don’t actually have to read the paragraphs. Not the full ones, anyway.

Let’s break it down:

First, what is the overall reading meant to address? What’s the title of the book or article? Is there a heading or subtitle to provide you with extra information?

Second, what is the thesis statement in your paragraph? Yes, every essay has a thesis statement, but every paragraph also has a specific point to make, which is stated in a sort of mini-thesis, typically right at the beginning.

Once you know this thesis statement, the rest of the paragraph is just fleshing out and providing evidence for that statement. You can keep reading if you need more information to understand what the author’s getting at, but once you’ve got that thesis statement, the rest is just there to get in your way.

For neurotypicals, I think, it’s maybe necessary to read this stuff all the way through? I don’t know. What I do know is that, for ADHDers, we tend to be very, very good at making extrapolations from very minimal information, based on all the surrounding context.

You don’t need to do the full readings. You just need to read the first sentence, process what it’s saying, and skip over the rest.

(if the first sentence of the paragraph is nonsense to you, don’t panic. often the first sentence or even the whole introductory paragraph is intentionally confusing, so if there’s something you don’t understand, disregard it and move on to the second sentence, or the next paragraph.

this happens often, because a lot of academic writing is just a power play on the part of the writer. “Look How Smart I Am Compared To You, You Have To Work So Hard To Figure Out What I’m Saying,” etc. Don’t buy it, tho--the true measure of intelligence isn’t how thoroughly you can confuse someone else, it’s how effectively you can share the knowledge you have. Intelligence is useless if you can’t share it.

Do whatever you can to make it through essential readings, but don’t be intimidated by them. If you can’t understand them, it’s not because you aren’t “smart enough,” it’s because they’re badly written.)

Final notes: this process is meant to walk you through reading papers, but it also lowkey applies to a lot of insurmountable tasks in academia.

You look at a 5-page paper, look at your attention span, and immediately despair because yeah, that’s impossible. The solution is not to expand your attention span, because that’s also impossible. So, instead, don’t look at the 5 pages.

Look at an impossible task, and break it down into its smallest pieces.

Don’t look at the 5 pages, don’t even look at the first two paragraphs. Make a plan for how reading a single paragraph might be possible for you (in this case, break the paragraph down into its own components, and skim over most of them in favour of reading only the most necessary portions). Then focus on finding those one or two sentences you need in the very first paragraph. That’s doable.

You do that, and then you move onto the next.

It’s extremely difficult, especially for ADHDers, to limit your mental vision to the most immediate task and stop looking at the big picture, but it’s also necessary. If you can find a way to make the smallest tasks possible for you, you can break the big, impossible ones down until they’re made of tiny chores. You can do tiny chores. You can read one sentence, take five minutes to process it, but you can read it. That’s all you need to be able to do.

Read one sentence. Skip the rest. Move on to the next paragraph. Repeat.

That’s the real secret, the one that got me through university. It’s impossible to complete a biology lab, it’s impossible to read this entire interminable textbook, so don’t think about the impossible tasks. Think about the single step directly in front of you, focus entirely on that, and eventually, the impossible tasks will be done.

(The other thing I recommend is not taking a full courseload. Please, please, please make sure that in addition to getting your schoolwork done, you also have enough time left over for you to truly relax, and not feel guilty for doing so. If you’re getting intrusive thoughts halfway through an essay, but instead of terrible things you’re thinking about your latest favourite TV show and feel like your brain is thirsty to watch it? You’re working too hard. Take it from someone who ignored their own mental needs until it wrecked them past the point of continuing--burnout is not fun, and you deserve to protect yourself from it. Take it slow. Your wants are just as important as your needs, and both are way more important than your schoolwork.)

[iii-goddesses]

cw auto diagnosys cons aware, yet unable to get the diagnosys so diagnosing myself anyway (also minor mentions of suicidal thoughts and self harm)

yes I've believed I have many things -please deal with me, my struggles affect my life on a daily basis-, I've believed I have many things, from ddnos to "just" depression

but the way the past and the current obsessions hit me and the fact I recently learned more about RSD leads me to seriously think I've ADHD or something very similar

it started after I had a discussion with mom (like a month ago?) in which I couldn't, for the 638742 time, explain her I really CAN'T JUST organize things, it physically hurts me to focus on such task, I have always know it's a "mental" thing but she even thinks my suicide ideations/self harm were fake I didn't bother to explain myself this time, I just cried, it's just close to impossible for me to organize and clean my room

and out of nothing I read some ppl with adhd feel the same about cleaning/organizing, and then I remembered that when I had this autistic friend I saw her hyperfixations and they were just- the normal level compared to my obsessions (despite the fact that I could clearly see how her hyperfixations shaped her online persona)

and back then I also learned about this thing where as soon as something needs to be done you just feel there's a barrier stopping you from doing it (I experience it often, I take the whole day procrastinating to do something it takes 4 hours at most, ive even cried out of frustration because of that), back then I saw this stuff and somehow tried to see if I was autistic

but now that the empathy part is gone as I don't talk with this friend anymore, I see things much clear

before the lockdown I started seeing a therapist but focused on my "panic attacks" (that appear when stressed and exposed to a room full of people where I have to pay attention to everything)

I don't contact this therapist anymore because it was to expensive for me

I really want to confirm I have adhd, is not the first time I relate to everything so much and yes it does affect me / for some reason the previous time i learned so many things about adhd i just saved the information that fit me (a lot), but never believed it was something important, serious, idk what I was thinking

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recently I've been talking A LOT about Jin Guangyao and I think my friend and my bf can't stand it anymore, i even kind of felt depressed because of this, and when i read a couple of tumblr entries about similar experiences explained with RSD it clicked too, everything clicks

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EDIT

thanks for helping I wrote some self notes here https://iii-goddesses.tumblr.com/post/618787988642594816

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200522

so now im crying

https://iii-goddesses.tumblr.com/post/618799059654803456

because I tried not to over share and ppl is like "are you ok" because I've been quit but they WILL ignore my info dumps and I'm crying out of fucking frustration, why I CAN focus on ppl and what they like but they can't focus a little more ON THE TOPIC I LITERALLY CAN'T SHUT UP ABOUT, isn't it easier for them? isn't it? ISN'T IT?

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200523

bf is literally making me search a solution for this and cant commit to try to learn a fact or two about fcking Jin Guangyao the character I don't shut up about, this is beyond frustration, I'm devasted and heartbroken

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edit: I'm crying because at the end I'll stop talking about Guangyao with my bf, I can't share with him something so special. I am heartbroken. Totally heartbroken.

[sungbeam]

⭐️ !!!!!!!!

ahh nana!! tysm ily and i hope ur doing well <3

full disclaimer that i am so ANNOYED bc i had almost every quote picked out and then tumblr DELETED IT ALL (cries) im sorry this took so long nana i was at work and wanted to have enough time to make this thorough TT

anyways, below is the full director's cut of my oneshot cruel summer (ksm)

request a director's cut!

i wrote this piece in reverse chronological order, which definitely isn't standard fanfic structure lol but i really wanted to try it out! it's actually supposed to give a different feel for when u read it backwards than if u read it chronologically, so if ur ever bored, u could try reading it from the bottom up 👀

additionally, i'll probably split this up by patterns as well as scene by scene:

To get out of this room, out of this house, out of this town — 7

"Go out of town with me. Let's run away together for a little." — 3

bc towns r such a motif in taylors songs lmao i had to include some kind of thing abt wanting to escape (like wishing min and reader could run from the inevitable, to which u already know as their breakup)

The polaroid burned a square through your purse and through your lap where your bag sat. — 7

He didn't seem like the kind of guy to be bold, but the polaroid had captured the moment he had cupped the back of your head and kissed you. — 6

You would later discover that Ryujin had snapped a Polaroid photo of the two of you, and Seungmin would win the rock-paper-scissors match to keep it. — 1

the song "the very first night" mentions a polaroid (it's been awhile since ive seen the lyrics tbh), but i wanted to include that specific part in there. thus, the polaroid makes an appearance throughout the piece (a memory, if u will, of what could have been and what they wishes could have happened. while they know they cannot run from the inevitable, perhaps in this way they can freeze their love in time in this small thing.)

and who knows, maybe seungmin giving the polaroid up to reader is his way of trying to let go

It was 11:43AM when Kim Seungmin broke your heart. — 5

"You won't leave me, right?" — 4

You didn't want to know what it would be like without him. — 3

It was the most loved you felt in a long time. — 2

because this is reverse chronological, it was really important to make the scenes at least semi cohesive and to do like,,, reverse foreshadowing, if that makes sense 😅😅 definitely put my brain to the test lol but i picked out the lines from the above scenes (either the first or last lines) that show a progression of the relationship and the utter irony

The party's bass was steadily making your headache worse. — 7 + 1

i like circles. lol. so i made a circle — i started and ended the first and last scenes the same ways (ending is below). it's basically saying that no matter what, it seems like you've just gone back to where u started and... did u even manage to learn anything thru your heartbreak?

Yeji watched in muted sadness and pity as you dumped the liquid down your throat and let it burn you from the inside out. — 7

And maybe it was just you, but there was an itching feeling in the back of your mind that this boy would burn you… but you loved the feeling so much that you would let him. — 1

and last but certainly not least, these last lines from the respective scenes are probably my most favorite connection, just because it's the repetition of the theme of being burned. reader knew it was a bad idea from the start, but here they were, still making that bad decision anyway.

thank u again for reading this far if u did !! i appreciate u sm :( 💖

[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

So why APD of Albuquerque you're not trying this?

I fucking posted it every night of releasing human trafficking victims

So why when it comes to the same fucking issue in the streets under the flag of Black Lives Matter you're all with batons and forcing and hitting people to do what you say like you're a slave owner yourself, Albuquerque Police Department?

"We need to be aware"

No youre getting PISSED off. You're tense and youre intimidated and afraid FURTHER MORE: you're all in one line and NO ONE IS WATCHING YOUR BACKS. So you comply with these fucking ass hole rules, meanwhile someone comes around and stabs you in the neck and you die. A handful of (I'm not gonna write what kind but I know exactly what kind) skillfully and expertly stabbed into your neck. By the time you realize what happened to the first cop 7 more are bleeding out. And you all die.

Now if you're engaging the people at the rally with dance of healthy mind and feelings. You're moving around and spinning and eyes are every where

Then you have good morale.

Cheer. Happiness.

We did this with the NYPD and we always won. Why? NYPD forbid their officers to get on the ground. Or bend more than waist height or go beyond a sqauat they were NOT allowed to touch the ground with their knees or any other body part but one hand to help stabilize.

And we had to have a barrier of at least 9 feet between the police and us.

In some areas we had to use traffic cones and square off the officers so that we would tell others not to enter their private space.

Sometimes street people wanted to dance WITH the police.

So we had to make another area next to the police. But we used a rectangle.

Sometimes officers took off their gun belts and danced with people. They locked the equipment in their cop cars.

12 - 15 times cops were assaulted. We ourselves found them and took them back to receive their punishment or sometimes in the occurrences it was white supremacy (12 times) we verified that who was the dancer to the crowd and offended officer and we took them to an area trash was the next day and we killed them in an alley by a gun shot without a silencer on the pistol them dumped the body in a dumpster the next day to be taken to a landfill. In the case of human traffickers we took them in my van and dumped their dead body on the street right in front of the human traffickers in the street looking to get a girl or child. And we went horn blaring and honking all the way down the road. I would tiny ass jump down and scream "NO! YOU KNOW WHAT?! YOU KNOW WHAT!?!" walk down to the back of the van and open the doors where the body would be dumped out, pushed by Frenchie or another helper and i would scream as loud as i could and it would echo "FUCK YOU!!!" Then i would climb into the back of the van and back up to the driver seat because i would lock the door when i got down and i would peel out tires screeching and horn honking.

They knew me. I made sure.

Fuck with a little girl my size. See WHAT happens.

And we didn't tell NYPD. We just assured them those people would not be seen again. They kinda didn't like to be protected by me. A little girl. They didn't know who i was.

I didn't say "hi! Im CIA let's work together!"

I had the adults get the NYPD to me.

And i said "im the one organizating the dance off. I want to know what are the rules and how can,er help each other be noticed in the streets cooperating with each other? I mean like do you want hugs at the end or because you have guns and you don't want us to take them?" And I made a finger gun and pointed it away from them towards Brooklyn and said "pew! Pew!"

I had girls from the dance classes there on the military base called Governors Island where the NYPD were welcome and allowed on with CIA and military police escorts.

I said "here on the island the police are our family ane we want to introduce that concept into the streets, my city and yours. To create a bond of love"

I used my hands and made them speak, clapping them together and taking them apart one shaking and saying "power" and the other responding "no mine" and "instead coming together with love"

And made my hands "hug each other again"

That was our end. That was our safety hug. We all clasped our hands together at the end and bowed to one another.

We all won. Because love wins.

And NYPD got GOOD. Unfortunately it was 30 years ago and they're all off the jobs.

So, now Tree will prove truth and produce us a video to be seen.

The cops ended the riots. With love and promises that all lives matter. And they promised with all their hearts to make sure their jobs were done and done right.

So yeah they thought i was just a regular ordinary child with big bright ideas because of Michael Jordan's influence. He did help. His fights with Pippen. Scotty was so nervous and he noticed that at parties in Chicago, and every where Scotty Pippen was best dancing. So, they took it to work after some fighting.

"No! Teach Michael to dance and he can teach you to play ball!"

"I already know how to play ball"

I went up to him and dribbled to his right then left an imaginary ball and swoosh I hit the ball in all net

"No. You. Don't Mr Scotty Pippen. Now show me a dance move"

"No this is How i play ball." He bent at the waist and dribbled, tucked it in, like a football, looked lest then right then swoosh, "that's my ball not like you and Michael Jordan you to show offs"

"Show me" so I tried to mimic ignoring Michael's heys. And he picked me up like an egg and said "now you swoosh" I did And jumped out his arms in a full jump shot. "Don't i do that? Hey! Pippen!"

"Some but that's because you're a hot shot"

"No I'm a hot shot!" I did a combo of their dribbling like Charles did. And Pippen always took the ball from him. And i sat next to Pippen on the couch after Michael stole the imaginary ball. "A hot shot is a needle full of bad dope"

"Well he used to be until you changed him"

Michael Jordan was forced to blush.

"And so but what I was thinking since y'all roll together, then you two can create a dance together that is not only beautiful to us as were watching but confusing to the other team. And all we need to do is maximumize your rhythm together"

"Man i was just telling her you were the best dancer out there and i wish i could dance better like you"

"That's why I always follow you on the court. I even asked coach to place me next to you because you are the best on the court. And i thought we could be friends but i guess that didn't work out" he wanted to hide his tears and crushed dreams. And reached for his coat "ah man i gotta go"

I grabbed him. Coat and all. "Today can be the day that is the start of a beautiful friendship. Please show us the dance. Please try"

"And hey the way I see it no one on the opposing team's will expect it and we will win more. So we will do better as a team. What's the way you put it. There's no eye in team" interested Michael.

"No eye in team. There's eyes! You need at least two to make a team. Two eyes on one head don't make a team. That's just one person. One I. So you need at least two heads of the skull type"

"Alright ill try it. But this is a small space here"

"And so it is when you got hundreds of people coming after you and that ball"

"Oh there isn't that many"

"Michael says that what it feel like so he think of the ball as his family he has to protect from kidnappers."

"Oh you, too man? I was talking to a few of the other players... And they're in the same boat"

We are all in the "same boat" this is one Earth. One race of people. The Human Race.

And everyone needs to act like it.

No one is better than another person. Only different.

Which is why the dance off has always been perfect.

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

That said i am still eradicating those whom refuse to show that regardless of where they come from. Earth or another planet, without the true skill of humanity, they will be eradicated. They have had thousands of years to learn. And i over all blame the problems in the world on them that cannot accept the world the way it was when we were all born the first time. Because that is what being a human is. Not being a GODDAM babysitter and involuntary prisoner. Whle some scum try to figure out how to force me in love with them while using hate. As if I've never loved them. I could be standing there loving them and they don't know because they do not know what love is. Jesse. There's a fine line between love and hate. And you crossed it to many times.

....

Everyone else:

Learn to get along

[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

Mark: rape victims. Theyre the most hurt out of all this and you keep thinking back to when you and Candy talked and you kept saying "Candy i need to do something about the rape victims. They need help" and she said "mom What about me?" And you said "candy all i know is i love you too much to know right now" and that was all. So, I'm thinking each race has barely enough tickets left. If we do the same as Woodstock on the teams. You know Matt Hagan's team has a guy who raped you yourself in the high school bathroom when you were trying to be "normal" and so. Im thinking eridacate those few make it safe for everybody before. Then when it's safe have tree insert free tickets and airfare what like a United airlines gift card and one for lodging with extra money on them of course to go on a separate trip later on their own someplace nice with their families, kids and soulmates, lost parents and siblings and more.

Me: mmhmmm

Mark: i know i lost you at DNA4U. Tree what is the percentage of rape victims not tested?

Tree: 2%

Mark: so see it will be perfect and tree can just email the rest.

Me: sounds good to me

Mark: and i will pay because you are truly running out. You only budgeted $4 Billion for the First Chandler of the Year Event. You're at $3.62 billion according to the trees calculations and i know youll add more midway because of the ones just beginning that hadn't earned all year. There's some special summer people the Tree sees coming in the future for the NHRA and associates. A whole entire family in human trafficking. Its Steve Torrence and you want to buy them a house and a few cars and a plane and butler and you're already out of money.

Steve: they can just live with me

Mark: your house isn't big enough

Me: let them pick a bunker location and we will remodel

Mark: what?

Me: my gramma went back and most of her bunker because they were so used to it and so many. If i build them what i think is the greatest house in the world, it won't be good enough. Im not like them

Mark: well i think you're wrong. They want out.

Me: the sunlight itself is damaging to the eyes. The weather changing all the time and it's so much to get used to the outside world. So i think Idk... Im not gonna assume. But my grammas is in the side of a hill and we put Windows in it. So there's many alternative opportunities that we can do. Im not trying to save money. I just want to spend it perfectly.

Mark: i know that's all you want to do. Jason Line's family has got out. And they're okay. I'm gonna expedite some people. I'll be back don't post yet.

Saint Luches: He's sexy. When she said his vein was popping.. Yum. Hey! I tap in her phone! I see her wallpaper! And it's his veins popping! Fucking hard!

Fuck yeah man. It's life. Thoughts roaring through hos body at high rates of speed

Alex: that's all I was trying to say

Mark: i put video in for people i select in the DNA4U so they will have to check. They should ask you for help Alex. Okay? Even if yoh don't like them

Me: okay baby

Alex: got it baby. But only if yoh fuck me

Me: please. Pay me. First with a hard Dick then cold hard cash and gifts oh and feed me dinner.

Mark: feed me Seymour

Alex: i love you baby

Me: only me. Not that Saint Luches. He's mine.

Mark: will you two stop and listen to me

Me: only cause that vein is popping. Alright. what baby?

Mark: you make me laugh too much. Sabrina you know what to do. There is too many people still to attend the track so what do we do?

Me: well they will need to make room in the camps and double up in cars so there's enough parking and so they may be in the way of workers in the trailers.. So we will see if NHRA can make a special Chandler Love section

Mark: yeah let's decorate it with hearts..

Me: oh all romantic!!! Like white linen. Roses. Mmmm like dinner is that oyster romantic stuff

Mark: oh and cinnamon

Me: yeah cinnamon all floating through the air. We can put something on top of the trailer like a wax burner. Which will be perfect because a each cube really only lasts 3 days. So dump it out and get in the road.

Mark: yeah see yoh already have no money. You already got the candle wax and warmers and flower vases from me and tree. You and Candy arranged that in 2016. But you still need to buy flowers and you did have the families of special victims to take them home already. But not the vases, they wrap them in wet papertowls on the bottom of the stems then use wax paper they can later press the flowers into to have pressed flowers. So that is already budgeted in the $3.62B you have them going to local to the track homeless shelters.

Candy: oh dad i forgot that!

Me: how's it going there Chandler Bing?

Candy: call me Candy

Me: all right 007

Candy laughs surprised: mom!

Agent: alright they will be furnished by the CIA. Setting out tables and serving food

Mark: yeah we got real wooden tables and chairs. The chairs don't fold. They stack. Her dad made them.

Candy: oh dad!

Mark: her mom's idea. Jesse Tony was so shocked. He said "i know how to make those!" They're so beautiful with vines of love coming down. She really was in love with him again that day.

Me: :D

Mark: it happens, happiness. Ok. So then everything is fine. Alex you'll have to help Steve with his parents.

Alex: what about my parents?

Mark: this weekend since you can't have her Because she HAS to go to Columbia. Her children need since organizational skills.

Candy: that's good mom. You got to do that. She's killed him 4-6 times since you last saw him.

Me: I think she's like Alex. Into kink. She might be his daughter.

Alex: shit. I think she is

Saint Luches: whoooo the world we have on our hands

Me: this is how i just saw Alex in my head

Alex: don't you dare say what you just saw

Me: so hes all "you used to always wake me to eat. You'd give me a handy to wake me unless i was already out and and probably pretending to sleep and id pull you on to ride. Then youd feed me by hand the breakfast you made or dinner if It was ready and Saint Luches didn't tell you to wake me early. Then I'd tie you up on the weekends to the bed" that's what ive heard so far of our relationship in his eyes.

Alex: just the sex part! (He laughs) oh my god! I can't believe she said that about me

Me: that's not even... So I've been wearing pearls and hes all i want to wrap these around your neck so tight when we're fucking... But they're yours and they'll break so I'll buy you a different necklace to wear. A whole box

Saint Luches: whoo!! He went full kink!! Hes not holding back!!! Whooo weeeeee neat! This is gonna be fun.

Me: oh and i got all this saggy ass on my skin -- skin on my ass from that last 15 pounds i lost. He's all Saint Luches get this, hes all, i want to wrap my hands in it and just yank... Like its not attached to my body but then Saint Luches get this, im all okay sounds good because i can't even feel any thing there cause the nerves are all dead. Uh huh. I'm like yeah let's... Whatever you want baby.

Saint Luches: and you're serious!

Me: uh huh yeah

Saint Luches: that's what I know!

Me: so then last night he's telling me "I'm just gonna get a leash when you go to NHRA and put it around your neck", I told him that's too degrading in public bedside you don't want that any way. A leash and collar are boring. They're just standard. Pearls has control where you wrap around your fist and it's your intensity on your cock that makes you want to break the pearls. Its completely different. But i told him he can put a cuff on my wrist and leash me there because i know he really does want to leash me in public

Alex: i fucking do so bad!! I've always wanted to!!

Me: well people know who we are now so its not like walking around all randomly in NYC in a business coat. Suit and heels. With a spiked collar and leash... Besides you know the problems there... So a wrist is just an extension of your tiny short arm. And so in the current situation its applicable to chain me to him... But also Alex, you must remember if you're not looking some one can take it off me and put it on something else and you not even notice

Alex: yeah i know! That's happened and I heard you screaming and looked and then I was hooked to the fucking metal banister of the stairs you were sitting on and you were all the way down the street with 2 cars to pick you up

Me: I.... Uhh. Yep.

Alex: fucking mother Teresa kidnapped you said I was abusive in a sexual nature to you. So I started wearing the collar and I looked sexy, too. Maybe that's what we will do instead...

Me: if you want to baby. Mother Teresa had me so scared. I was afraid she would take off my clothes to find the bruises of you biting me and squeezing me so tight

Alex: she was going to until you told her you felt you were in a rape situation and told her to take off her robe which she did, all fucking wrinkled l nasty

Me: yeah and i told you to let's go Like 10 times and all yoy did was stare at her.

Alex: i was staring at her face! I was scared! Then sh3 dropped those mini blinds and I snapped out and I realized she was gonna fuck us on that table, you weren't kidding about her! God she was nasty. I don't even think she wanted to kidnap us. Just make us drugged and drunk and fuck us until her little shriveled ass dried all the way up.

Me: i told you

Alex: no! Dont say it!

Me: her pussy would always drip down her ass crack and she would never die unless someone killed her!

Alex: id rather talk about kink. And I didn't wanna talk about that either.

Me: we're supposed to be spending money. Help me. Ohhh kink for

Mark: no we got that! No actually we did. Star studded collars and shorter leashes and cuffs and also Abu in leather to strip. While walking around

Alex: oh my god. Did you really do that for me?! Oh my God!!!

Me: on a day too hot to wear clothes and waster hoses to water down t-shirts

Candy: mo-om!!

Me: we warn before hand and we got bathing suit tops -- string bikinis.

Alex: omg. Stop baby. Quit. Baby. Quit. Omg.

Me: and xl white t-shirt to 5x .

Alex: oh Fuck!!

Me: we got it all clean fun

Candy: and where are they gonna get dressed?

Me: by the water slides

Candy: well okay then!!!

Me: and we will have mud wrasslin

Candy: mom!

Me: please baby Like we weren't born in Alabama. Ut Its in plastic pools. We will have clean dirt brought in. So no little rocks or stickers or branches

Alex: oh my God! Why do i love you! This is why!!

Candy: mom! That is not what i want to do! But i want to watch!!.

Me: girl. You'll do it.

Candy: what--what?

Me: baby girl youll get to watching and you'll start wondering how that feels., like is the mud cold? Is it really so fresh? Like you can't watch a mud wrassle without wanting to get in. It's the law. At first youlk be all As long as it's not in my hair, but once it gets in there you'll be all fuck oh my God this mud is good you won't even,care. You'll start making yourself dreadlocks. For real. Its good shit,

Alex: that's so hot and heavy baby what else you got for me

Me: Alex. Its for my child! Every child needs a good mud puddle. She will go with her brother and sisters before anyone else gets in. Like off hours. During a private time. Just for employees and lovers. My children will play in the mud just like i let their sister Annabelle. Its my rule as a mom. But it's clean spa quality mud.

Candy: for real mom? Im gonna cry! I gotta walk away!

Me: you're welcome. I don't care how old And wiser than me you are you're my baby. Mark already bought everyone the tickets.

Mark: and some Columbian Abu that need to return to America and not to Columbia.

Alex: so when Sabrina comes. There will be whips and chains. This excites me.

Me: this way Every one knows the threat is present! No guessing! I'm here. Black leather is out. Whips.Whips. whips and chains. If Steve Torrence thought this weekend shopping was erotic and silly just wait, it gets worse and better! I bet we could put up an outfit for him. Get him topless, some long leather arm cuffs with fringe ... Chaps. Boots.

Alex: and what am i wearing?

Me: nothing. A loin cloth in public places,

Alex: shut up! You're Not kidding me are you

Me: i swear he just sighed with relief.

Alex: shit i did babe. I was like yeah! She's doing an new Animal house but animal. Leather is animal skin and she wull wear purple or pink or red zebra.

Me: it's caaaaaaaaavemaaan!

Alex: oh my God that was sexy. You know she iw the only 100% pure Neanderthal in the world. She has every single Neanderthal gene. No one else in the world does.

Me: mmhmmm Annabelle only has 75% because ironically yummy kinky bastard you only have 50%. If She's yours. But She has your lips

Alex: i know. And punishing attitude

Mark: it's because he evolved from bestiality.

Alex laughs: shut the fuck up.

Me: your face is too red for me to not to want to ask questions.

Alex: im a civilized caveman

Me: dont lie to me

Alex: i wear suits

Me: mmm

Alameaniae: great now can we get back to me? I kill my husband bring him to life and fuck him

Me: you're a healer and goddess of fertility. Its quite simple although authentically unknown around the world as many people try to mimic you without the known skill. But you're not evil. Just a Goddess of sudden powers that bestow truth and honesty beyond any means of life itself. You truly despise evil and you can't Fuck even your husband if he has even a dusting of evil on him. So you kill him and make him whole again.

Another killer daughter: Just like Saint Luches used to do to Sabrina. You all do. Even Mark.

Mark: WTF. I never did that to Sabrina. Saint Luches

Saint Luches: just that one time she went silent and didn't moan during sex.

Me: because i learned not to because it attracted attention from a child wanting to know what that noise was. Well IDK. Apparently its common in other relationships.

Tree: there is 1600 goddess to God relationships that are 100% that way. Mark never. Saint Luches on impulse. And Alex more often than not. Jesse Tony never.

Alex: hey I love the bitch, it's hot what can I tell you

Tree: but usually with Alex it's on accident, he's accident prone. But he heals all her scrapes and Bruises if he gave them to her or not. So he's only done it 45 times out of 648 sexual occurrences.

Me: it's passion. I usually don't feel it. Mostly I hop out because i do feel pain. And i know he doesn't want me to. Then i watch him fuck my dead body. Its very interesting.

Alex: I'd check my watch and see if it stopped. Check a wall clock to see how long she been dead then i tell her what the fuck are you doing dying on me? Where does it hurt? And then i heal it and she goes back to life, she's rhe sick one watching me fornicate on her dead self

Me: thats sexy as Hell.

Alameaniae: So all the rest of you are doing it on accident? Im doing it on purpose

Armageddon: currently there's 1600 of you purposely killing your spouse which is 0.000366% of the world. Which is quite interesting. You will be studied.

Alameaniae: okay! :)

Armageddon: usually that style of attitude we turn into cats, we were not aware why this was occurring but now we do. Because we fuck up and torture. So then you kill who you think tortured the most when we thought we were fulfilling a prophecy which we now know is a lie. Thanks to Sabrina and her attitude ans refusal to turn to lust to be her guide and instead strengthen love not only for herself but the world. Again as she did in the 1980s. And so now we will exclude prophecies as some are lies designed to take over the world which we now know in impossible. Due to the one actual full Neanderthal on Earth. Sabrina = Cleopatra = Lady Godiva = Goddess = S.Leigh and all hwr other names. Still her. Just like she said, you can change everything about the way she looks and the world around her but yoh can't change her. Its true and that isn't a prophecy. Its an anti-prophecy.

Me: because im awesome like that. All Neanderthal Gene!

Mark: baby You make laugh

Armageddon: and you did kill Sabrina Mark 2x. But the difference is you all do it during sex unlike the 1600. Saint Luches in the beginning because hes insecure he can fuck well enough. Alex at the end because hes certain she will run away. And Mark's two were accident related when they were interrupted (by rapists) and he was trying to hide what they were doing. I'm just saying there is a difference is all. And even still Alex doesn't do it on purpose. But Saint Luches will. 113 times out of 492.

Mark: Jesus Christ! God!

Armageddon: but Saint Luches was circumcised too far so sometimes he had pain and thought Sabrina could feel it as well.

Mark: oh

Armageddon: those 3 only lived together 6 months.

Alameaniae: God! She really is a nympho!

Me: and I advocate for Soulmates. Fix the issue with the cats please.

Armageddon: oh yeah hold on leg me call tree. Shhh.

Mark: He really uses his phone. That's so hilarious. You don't even know his number do you? Or mine or even Alex's. Not even Saint Luches.

Me: I dont even have their emails.

Mark: so we got rape victims, some human trafficking. No murdered but those come in. Abuse will be eradicated for some and educated to stop. We have all your other paperwork but most of the post -- well all till this one has been new

Me: ok. I'll rest. I still have till the weekend is up to add.