#who I think is ok in small quantities but who really loves... well everyone not just me

[random2908]

me: I'm not a dog person.

my little sister: What are you talking about? Dogs LOVE you.

me: That's not what that means.

my sister: It's the important part. Who cares how you feel.

[nevertheless-moving]

thanks again to @dykerory and @willowcrowned for this genius au. this is an incomplete collection of very specific set of headcanons/daydreams i had about a tangential version of your au that made me emotional in the middle of the woods. whenever you feel the time is right, i’m very eager to hear your og version on the ‘but obi-wan, tho!’, because i admittedly pushed this one’s resolution really far chronologically because i wanted batman to be involved.

continuation from here

note: my understanding of dcu is as sporadically informed as my understanding of the gffa. 

newly graduated clark kent gets his first journalism job and starts settling more and more into the superman thing. the rest of the justice league has been around but his entrance onto the scene is the one that really inspires the various heroes to actually start coordinating to deal with the weirdness magnet that is dcu Earth. Clark is in his early 20s. Anakin is in his late 30s.

He’s been living on Earth, without the force, for nearly 2/3rds of his life. He has a close knit circle of friends who were kind to him even when they thought he was just a weird and crazy emo cult victim (the gradual increase of public encounters with aliens and superpowers sparks some awkward apologies, Anakin at 38 just waves his friends off, smiling and changing the subject, neither confirming nor denying his high school ramblings of spaceships and magic. it doesn’t really change anything).

He lives an hour’s drive from smallville, and runs a successful auto shop. people travel from pretty far to check out some of his more wild and specialized motorcycle abominations. makes enough money selling them to rich idiots to fund his free auto-class and auto-repair programs for impoverished communities.

It took a while but he eventually came around to the idea of helping people without physical force (ironically, this is happening around the same time Clark is coming to the realization that he can help people with physical force). Generally respected as a pillar of the community. When people start to realize how profoundly weird he is as a person in a number of inexplicable ways, someone will generally pull them aside and quietly whisper that he was in a cult at a child, no one really knows much about it except that it’s what inspired his anti-modern-slavery work, which is a little telling. Not married. Was in a long-term relationship for like 9 years. It didn’t end well but no-one knows the details.

Has several cats. 

He’s- wistful but settled. He’s been through a lot of therapy. He meditates every morning and night, clearing his mind and examining his emotions in the way Obi-Wan taught him. He thinks Obi-Wan would be proud of him. He know his Mom would be.

Once he gets used to the idea, he never really stops loving the concept of learning just because. Duel bachelors degree in in african american history and american literature, masters in engineering, masters in astrophysics a phd in theoretical physics, another phd in medieval folklore. He’s worked a lot of jobs. 

He was already pretty well versed in astronavigation back at the temple. Over the course of his time on earth, he gets more educated in earth astronomy and physics. With is increased knowledge, his theory for ‘how did i get here’ shifts from slight hyperdrive miscalculation, to big hyperdrive miscalculation, to some sort of hyperlane incident. he realizes that none of the stars he knows are familiar in any NASA database. He must be beyond wildspace, which helps him let go of the last bit of hurt he felt that Obi-Wan never found him.

Then he really learns physics- and- light doesn’t exactly work like that right? He thought it was just primitive Earth understanding but... he gets a phd more or less accidentally, trying and failing to disprove that the speed of life is constant constant.

Get’s another even more accidentally, explaining how alternate universes might form if we assume slightly different universal constants. He publishes his thesis anonymously around the same time metas are becoming a household term, and at least one science journalist speculates on it and how alternate universes might explain the increasing prevalence of wildly different superpowers. He doesn’t claim credit for the honorary diploma awarded to the unknown theorist- he doesn’t want to risk drawing any attention to him and by extension Clark, who’s alien differences are far more of the ‘military experiment interesting’ variety then his.

He stops tinkering with Clark’s ship. He finally gets how it works. Now that he realizes how FTL travel has to work in this universe, tinkering with the mechanical generation and harnessing of the massive quantities of energy necessary to do is startlingly familiar. But it doesn’t matter. No matter how far and fast he travels, he’s never going to be able to get back to the life he used to know. 

Perhaps this is what being the chosen one actually means- he’s meant to live a life without the force, so that when he returns to it in death he’ll be able to somehow...educate? the force? maybe?

Ok, he’s not great at the metaphysical spiritual side of things, but he does accept that going back is out of his control, and he’s doing good here, even if it’s not galaxy altering.

Despite all the therapy, he never doubts that his early life was real. He has his saber and deep, deep down he can feel a spark in the kyber. He can’t do anything with it, but it’s there. There’s also pieces of the utter wreck that was his ship in the cellar, next to the sleek unblemished pod that Clark arrived in. Shortly before Clark becomes Superman, he asks for his help in melting down his old ship to make unearthly alloys. 

He’s not surprised when Clark tells him he met a ‘real’ ‘magic’ user- it stands to reason that considering how relatively easy it is to convert energy from one form to another in this universe (Clark can fly), at least one kind would bend to sentient willpower in a similar way as the force does.

It’s still a little nervewracking showing his lightsaber to someone new for the first time in a decade. Zantana scrutinizes, bewildered. 

“There is some sort of power locked within, but it’s unfamiliar to me,” she admits finally. “I could probably brute force it and force the energy to release itself, but it would likely destroy the container.” Anakin politely refuses. 

Later, after the justice league’s formation, Clark mentions to J’onn that he has a friend who might be able to work on his ship. J’onn is extremely doubtful when he’s brought to a bizarre autoshop in the midwest that looks half-like a roadside attraction. Anakin sighs and digs his hands into the guts of the craft, muttering incomprehensibly and yelling at clark to melt down some pieces from the special scrap pile. A few days later he explains the patches he’s done to an impressed J’onn. When he asks how a human came to learn such things, he’s absently informed that,

“I used to work in a junkshop in Tatooine. All sorts of ship parts came through.”

“I’m unfamiliar with this world.”

“Tell you what, if you ever meet anyone who’s heard it of it, send them my way, and I’ll make your next repair free.”

“Oh! I’m afraid I don’t have any earth money...”

“Ugh, of course you don’t. it’s cool, capitalism sucks anyway and everyone’s entitled to free transportation, regardless of the area they happen to live. I do ask that if you can’t pay for the repairs that you spend an equivalent number of hours either attending one of my free auto classes, or volunteer at a community-led charities of your choice, here I’ll get you a pamphlet-”

So the Martian Manhunter becomes a weekly volunteer at a Midwestern Food Waste Reclamation Facility. J’onn J’onzz ends up becoming Anakin Skywalker’s friend well before he becomes comes truly comfortable around Kal-El. For a telepath, 39 year old Anakin’s Jedi orderly mind is a soothing relief.

(again, Anakin has spent far more time meditating on Earth then he ever did at the temple. Before all this, spent five years dutifully memorizing the Jedi way even as he struggled to live up it’s basic practices. For the first few years on earth, religiously practicing every meditation technique Obi-Wan ever taught him, thinking obsessively about the philosophies he never had time to really process, is just a desperate attempt to reconnect with the force, prove himself worthy of it. But even after he gives up on ever touching the force again, he keeps up the practice, he can’t release his emotions exactly, but he does find peace. The tendency to stop mid-rant to earnestly pronounce made up zen bullshit and then sit quietly for an hour before picking up on his tirade again as though there was no interruption is one of the things many things people find profoundly weird about him)

Kal-El doesn’t stop asking new aliens and dimensional travelers if they’ve ever heard of Coruscant, or Hutts, or the Jedi Order. Anakin might have given up, but Superman remembers his older brother scrubbing away his own tears to focus on helping Clark calm down enough to touch the floor again. The more the Kryptonian’s powers developed in alarming ways, the more Anakin set aside talk of missing his home galaxy. Anakin might have claimed it wasn’t like that, but Clark was determined to take every chance his increasingly weird life threw at him, no matter how vanishingly small.

In the middle of his first battle with Braniac, Clark starts insulting his incomplete database. The world collector pauses, demanding a more precise explanation. Clark complies, giving his best technical description of Coruscant’s cityscape, Tatooine’s binary star system, and so on. Braniac is so distracted that Superman recovers completely from his kryptonite poisoning and easily saves the day.

Neither the lantern corp or the denizens of the neutral zone have the answers. Superman doesn’t mention it it Anakin, but he never stops looking and listening.

“How did you even meet that guy?” Flash asks curiously after stopping to say hello on one of their after work laps of the country. 

“Aliens among us support group,” Kal-El responds deadpan. 

“Oh. Wait, what? He’s an alien? I thought he was from the future or something! You’re messing with me. No way that’s a thing. How many people are in the support group? This is a joke, right?”

“Sorry, most of them aren’t out and I don’t want to violate their privacy- a lot of them have high profile jobs. How do you think I met J’onn?”

“SUPES I’M FREAKING OUT RIGHT NOW YOU’VE GOTTA STOP”

Anakin is just sort of vaguely known by a solid chunk of the super community as ‘that one midwestern zen space mechanic’ and no one really questions it because everyone’s life has just gotten so goddamn weird. A few of them know he used to be a space wizard of some kind. Space wizards now being a regular hazard of life on earth, no one has reason to doubt this, and it’s as good an explanation as any for Anakin’s general vibe.

well. almost no one doubts this. Batman does not simply accept Anakin’s general bullshittery without carefully investigating and drawing his own conclusions. He does not share these with anyone.

But one day Clark- this is well after Superman became Kal-El to him, and not long after Kal-El tells him to call him Clark- comes up to him and asks for his help finding about an alternate universe. Knowing and dreading where this is going, Batman stalls,

“Shouldn’t you be asking one of the league members who regularly travels between universes?”

“I have, over the years,” Clark admits, awkwardly scuffing a boot on the floor of the cave. “But no one’s familiar with the exact one I’m looking for, and I thought since you’re a detective, and also one of the smartest people I know, you might be able to help me...”

“You’re an investigator yourself, and you can survive the vacuum of space,” Bruce shoots back flatly. “I’ve told you before Gotham is my priority, and this has ‘personal project’ all over it.”

“Come on, B, please,” Superman pleads, trailing Batman around the cave like an overgrown puppy. “In a few months it will have been 30 years! He’s my brother! Just let me see the research you’ve already done!”

“Who says I’ve already done research on your brother?”

Clark shoots him a look. And Bruce concedes the point with a grunt.

“I’ll need need to talk with him first,” Bruce finally concedes. “Bring him by the cave. Take the-”

“Take the tunnel entrance, I know, I know,” Clark agrees with a grin. “This doesn’t mean he’s authorized to know your secret identity. Thanks Bruce, this means a lot. I’ll ask him tomorrow about his schedule.”

Superman flies off and Batman scrubs his face with a gloved hand. After a moment he pulls up Anakin’s file on the main monitor. Bruce honestly respects and likes the man, as much as he respects and likes anyone who’s not family. He admires his sense his style, appreciates his upgrades to the batmobile, and is impressed by both this civil rights work and his additions to the scientific community.

That doesn’t mean he’s not convinced that Anakin’s brother is a bit insane. Again, he’s not judging! He dresses like a bat to scare random henchmen and beat up actual demigods! He wishes his rogues gallery was as capable of directing their ptsd-inspired delusions and staggering intellects towards such productive pursuits!

Bruce was already in quiet awe of the Kent’s ability to raise an outrageously superpowered being without blowing up a chunk of the country; their success in derailing a supervillian origin story just puts him over the edge. He stares at the three most likely profiles he’s pulled together. Christen Jones, from a negligent family, death certificate filled out suspicously sloppily at age 3. Earl Lucas, went missing at age 9, both parents dead in a violent assault. And Jake Hayden, who at age 5 disappeared along with the rest of his family in a seismic accident later linked to Luthercorp.

Anyone of them could have suffered on the streets for years and coped by establishing an elaborate fantasy world, aided by self medication, only to eventually be picked up by the Kent’s and start healing. Certainly Anakin had the intellect to create worlds in his mind. All his rogues were smart enough to create their own little realities in their heads- it doesn’t mean they were actually reachable. 

Unfortunately Anakin had a Kryptonian younger brother who was determined to actually find the space wizard knight homeworld, even as the 'Jedi’ in question had slowly moved away his reliance on the delusion as an adult. Batman really didn’t see any way bringing up his conclusions to Anakin or Clark could possibly be helpful, and so many alien allies had a ‘If you find about the Jedi please contact Kal-El of Krypton on Earth’ pamphlet that it would be excruciatingly awkward to try and discretely correct anyone.

Bruce was not looking forward to this conversation.

[weirdnaturalscience]

Well-Known and Obscure Toxins: How They Work

Well this is a morbid subject but HEY it’s almost Halloween baby!! I was super curious about what toxins actually do on a molecular level after reading about cone snails. Obviously toxins can kill you, but how?? I wanted to know the grisly details. This is not an exhaustive list, just some types of poison, venom, and other toxic substances I was curious about, so let’s get to it.

Deadly Nightshade

Where is it found? Atropa belladonna grows in Europe, North Africa and Western Asia.

How it works: speeds up your heart and generally fucks with your nervous system. Deadly nightshade contains tropane alkaloids atropine, hyoscine (scopolamine), and hyoscyamine which disrupt the nervous system’s ability to regulate activities such as heart rate, breathing and sweating. It can cause narcosis, paralysis and heart failure as a result. Yikes. But an antidote exists that can reverse these affects if administered in time.

Toxicity: the entire plant is toxic, with roots having the highest toxicity but berries posing the greatest threat to humans because of their appearance. 10-20 berries can kill an adult, and 2-4 can kill a child. Symptoms of mild poisoning include dilated pupils, sensitivity to light, loss of balance, confusion, hallucinations (wild) and convulsions. Doesn’t sound like a good time.

Do not eat the shiny attractive berries!!! (Cows and rabbits and other animals can eat it but humans, dogs and cats...NOT SO MUCH) You can also get toxins on your skin just by touching the plant but this will not kill you.

Totally fun and not morbid fact: during the Renaissance, belladonna was used by women in small quantities to dilate pupils and give a seductive appearance, and this is how it gets its name belladonna, or beautiful woman. Atropa comes from the Greek Fate Atropos who cuts the threads of mortal lives with her shears. Snip snip!

Hemlock

Where is it found? Conium maculatum grows naturally in Europe and North Africa, and has spread to North and South America, Australia and Western Asia.

How it works: stops your breathing. The flowers contain an alkaloid called coniine, which directly affects the nervous system and causes paralysis of respiratory muscles, leading to death from oxygen deprivation. Hemlock poisoning is treated by artificial ventilation for 48-72 hours until the effects wear off.

Toxicity: about 100 milligrams of coniine is fatal to an adult. That’s about 6-8 hemlock leaves, or a smaller dose of the seeds or root. Animals can also be poisoned and killed by hemlock, but luckily dangerous substances cannot be passed into the human food chain from milk or fowl. Similar to nightshade, you can get a non-lethal amount of the toxin on your skin simply from touching this plant.

Basically you’re only gonna get poisoned by this if someone puts it in your tea, because I assume you’re not gonna just go around just like...chomping on pretty flowers. Right? Right?? ok good.

Arsenic

Where is it found? arsenic is a metalloid that occurs often with sulfurs and metals. It can be present in volcanic ash and groundwater, and as a result can be found in low (acceptable) levels in plants and seafood. Good news: it is rare to find arsenic occurring at dangerous levels in nature.

How it works: in high levels, arsenic disrupts ATP production and causes organ failure due to necrotic cell death. This process can last between 2 hours to multiple days. It can also be fatal in lower doses administered over a period of time, and as such, was a popular murder weapon when it was readily available during the 1800s in England. Symptoms such as vomiting and diarrhea don’t immediately alert someone that there has been an attempted murder unless maybe you’re Sherlock Holmes.

Toxicity: google probably thinks I’m a murderer and won’t tell me just how much arsenic will kill a person. COME ON, google!!! it’s for SCIENCE!

Arsenic is no longer readily available for people to just get in large quantities, so that’s a RELIEF.

Cyanide

Where is it found? cyanide is a chemical compound produced by certain algae, bacteria and fungi. It is also found in plants such as peaches, apples, apricots and bitter almonds. A type of bamboo that grows in Madagascar is so rich in cyanide that it would kill humans, but not the golden bamboo lemur for whom this bamboo is a primary source of food!!! You go girl, eat that cyanide bamboo.

How it works: for everyone who’s not a golden bamboo lemur, cyanide disrupts ATP production, affects the central nervous system and heart, and causes histotoxic hypoxia: the inability of cells to take up oxygen from the bloodstream. Antidotes can work if administered in time for lower doses of cyanide.

Toxicity: 200 milligrams of solid cyanide or a cyanide solution, or exposure to airborne cyanide of 270 parts per million is sufficient to cause death within minutes. Um, YIKES. Really, cyanide was already scary enough as a solid before nature went and made it into a gas that kills upon inhalation. DEEPLY uncool.

Murder mystery writers: slip belladona or arsenic into your literary victim’s tea. Belladonna is sweet, arsenic is tasteless, but cyanide has an acrid and bitter taste.

Fun (well, not fun) fact: if you eat 200 apple seeds (about 40 apple cores) you will receive a fatal dose of cyanide. So like, don’t do that. An apple a day keeps the doctor away and is completely safe, but 40 apples apple cores a day WILL KILL YOU

Vampire Bat Saliva

Where is it found? Vampire bats are found in the Americas.

How it works: a toxic substance called Draculin (I’m serious) in the saliva of vampire bats acts as an anticoagulant by inhibiting an enzyme involved in the coagulation pathway.

Toxicity: vampire bats are indeed venomous and toxic, but they are not at all lethal. It just sorta sucks if you’re being bitten by a vampire bat, but you’ll live. Unless that bat has rabies. Vampire bat saliva also contains an analgesic, meaning the bites are almost completely painless. SO THAT’S SOMETHING

Cobra Venom

“hello do you have a moment to hear about cell death?”

Where is it found? Many species of cobra are found throughout Africa, Southwest and Southeast Asia.

How it works: most cobra venom includes neurotoxins that cause paralysis as well as cytotoxins that cause necrosis and blood coagulation. blood coagulation can happen in minutes.

Toxicity: many types of cobra venom are treatable, but may leave disfigurement from necrosis. If this isn’t scary enough for you, just know that spitting cobras can reach 2.7 m (8.9 ft) in length and like to aim for the eyes.

But you’d still rather be bitten by a cobra than THIS deadly mofo:

Venom of the Inland Taipan

Where is it found? the inland taipan is the most venomous snake in the world and lives, YOU GUESSED IT, in Australia, ie the place where everything is designed to kill you. Evolution decided it can reach 1.8 meters (5.9 feet) with a maximum length of 2.5 meters (8.2 feet), which I think everyone can agree is a dick move on evolution’s part. Take it back, TAKE IT BACK!!!!!

How it works: the venom contains neurotoxins, hemotoxins, and myotoxins AND an enzyme to increase absorption of the venom. Basically it causes paralysis, blood coagulation and muscle damage, because one of these things wasn’t enough apparently. Antivenoms against Australian venomous snakes exist but are least effective against the venom of the inland taipan.

Toxicity: the inland taipan’s venom has a murine LD50 value of 0.025m/kg. This means there is a 50% chance that .025 milligrams per kilogram of weight will cause death. It’s bite contains enough venom to kill at least 100 adult humans. But GOOD NEWS! the inland taipan lives in such remote places that it rarely comes in contact with people. Other slightly less venomous snakes are therefore responsible for more deaths. ....So that’s...still terrifying. just don’t go into the woods in Australia FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

What’s deadlier than the deadliest snake in the world, you ask?

Tetrodotoxin

Where is it found? tetrodotoxin is found in several animals such as pufferfish, moon snails and the small but deadly Australian blue ringed octopus (DAMMIT Australia)

How it works: blocks sodium channels. This prevents normal transmission of signals between the body and brain, causing loss of sensation, paralysis and inability to breathe. Fun!!! Don’t pick up the frickin evil little octopus

Toxicity: more powerful than cyanide, that’s for sure, about a thousand times more powerful in fact. the oral median lethal dose (LD50) for mice as 334 micrograms per kilogram. Fatal pufferfish poisoning result in death in about 17 minutes. The blue-ringed octopus, however, carries enough venom to kill 26 adult humans within just a few minutes. There is no anti-venom.

What’s worse than that, you ask? Ah, you shouldn't have asked.

Conotoxin

Where is it found? Cone snails are found in the Indo-Pacific, the Cape of South Africa, the Mediterranean, and even southern California. Smaller species are not that dangerous. Larger species, however...

How it works: paralysis within minutes. cone snails have multiple harpoons to administer venom to prey (or unsuspecting humans). the harpoons deliver a venom that has HUNDREDS of different types of toxins, each targeting different nerve channels or receptors. Some cone snail venom even includes pain-reducing toxins. These pain reducing toxins can be 100 to 1,000 times more powerful than morphine. How THOUGHTFUL.

Toxicity: vastly more potent than tetrodotoxin. the oral median lethal dose (LD50) for mice is is 10 to 100 micrograms/kilogram. So like, GOOD LUCK WITH THAT LOL

Ricin

Where is it found? Ricin is obtained from the beans of the castor oil plant.

How it works: inhibits protein production and results in organ failure, respiratory failure and circulatory shock.

Toxicity: The median lethal dose (LD50) of ricin is around 22 micrograms per kilogram of body weight. If that sounds bad just wait till you hear about poison dart frogs 😭

VX

Where is it found? Nowhere in nature. VX is synthetic. It is an oily amber colored liquid in its natural form, was first developed as a pesticide and later for chemical warfare. It is considered a weapon of mass destruction and is banned under the Chemical Weapons Convention of 1993.

How it works: causes stimulation and fatigue of muscarinic and nicotinic ACh receptors, resulting in violent contractions followed by paralysis and death by asphyxiation.

Toxicity: 7 micrograms/kilogram. this is one of the most toxic synthetic substances on earth. Humans have got nothing on mother nature though...

Batrachotoxin

(This guy is called phyllobates TERRIBILIS. but is his cute little face terrible? noooo.)

Where is it found? in certain types of beetles, birds and poison dart frogs found in Central and South America.

How it works: similar to conotoxin, batrachotoxin interrupts sodium channels. The resulting migration of Na+ ions causes heart failure and paralysis.

Toxicity: The LD50 is around 2 micrograms per kilogram, meaning that an amount the size of two grains of table salt will kill you, and that this is even worse than a cone snail, Ricin, or VX. Batrachotoxin is one of the deadliest alkaloids known. No antidote exists.

Fun frog fact: this was the poison commonly used by the Embera-Wounaan for poison darts, and that’s where poison dart frogs get their name! How...cute.

Botulinum, most toxic substance in the world

Where is it found? made by the bacteria Clostridium botulinum and related species.

How it works: causes Botulism, which if untreated can result in paralysis and respiratory failure by preventing the release of the neurotransmitter acetylcholine. Botulinum is used in very very very VEEEEEEERY small amounts in Botox, in case you ever needed reasons NOT to do Botox lol.

Toxicity: the lethal dose of 1.3–2.1 nanograms per kilogram in humans. of any toxin natural or synthetic, this is the deadliest known. However!! Actual good news this time: treatments involving antitoxin therapy and intubation are very successful and mortality from Botulism is extremely low. Yay! 

More good news: toxins have been instrumental in medicinal breakthroughs throughout history and continue to be vital to modern medicine. A drug for diabetes was recently synthesized from Gila monster venom: it increases the production of insulin when blood sugar levels are high. A painkiller has been developed for chronic pain patients that is derived from a component of the venom of our friend, you guessed it, the cone snail! These are just two examples of toxins being used in medicine, and a lot of research is still being done because face it: we still don’t know a lot about how our bodies work. Paralyzing agents are extremely important to our understanding of the body and the development of non-opiate non-addictive painkillers because of how they disrupt signals between nerves and the brain.

Long story short: don’t eat nightshade and stay OFF AUSTRALIAN BEACHES and you should be just fine. 

Oh and your tea is getting cold ;)

[fuseboxspoilers]

ep. 43 

some of the dialogue was scrambled so I couldn't figure out exactly where everything went but most of it the same conversations happen no matter what so the main points are there :)

NARRATOR: Welcome back to Love Island!

Today our couples get tested in a way  out of  relationship experts recommend.

Answering questions about each other while dangling over large quantities of water.

That's how my nan and grandad spent their anniversary.

Granted they were dodging seagulls at the seaside in Blackpool. Not sitting by a dunk tank.

Time to find out who's been paying attention to their other half and whose just here for the pool.

Everyone is gathered on the challenge platform.

There are two dunk tanks with small whiteboards and big marker pens on the seats.

BRUNO: Now this looks like my sort of challenge.

Bruno nudges James.

BRUNO: You know what it reminds me of?

JAMES: Your time in the circus?

The other islanders laugh.

BRUNO: What? No! I've never been in the circus. Though that's not a bad shout. I do love a good clown. Anyway, as I was saying... it reminds me of those game shows you'd watch as a kid.

ANGIE: Those ones that were always on in the middle of the day, so you'd only ever catch them when you were off sick?

BRUNO: Yeah! I used to pretend to be ill all the time so I could watch them. Now I'm getting to actually live out that reality. I've come full circle.

TOM: You skived off school to watch TV?!

            If Valentina left

YOUCEF: Oh, I loved those shows. Always wanted to go on them.

PLAYER THINKING: Bruno used to skive off school to watch TV shows.

Why am I not surprised?

Can we get on with the challenge now?

You're so cute Bruno

Choice: Why am I not surprised?

PLAYER: That's very on brand Bruno.

JAMES: Yeah, you're right. I don't think I've heard such a Bruno story.

BRUNO: Ha! You know you could say... Bruno's Banging Brand!

Angie pats him on the back.

ANGIE: Let's not make that a thing babe.

Choice: Can we get on with the challenge now?

NAJUMA: Yeah! I want to make some waves.

Choice: You’re so cute Bruno

            If coupled with Bruno

Bruno wraps his arms around you beaming.

He quietly whispers into your ear.

BRUNO: Thank you. I try. I try really hard.

            If not

Bruno smiles.

Cora clears her throat.

CORA: Ehem flirt ehem.

PLAYER: Hey back off! A girl can call a guy cute.

CORA: Bit late in the game for that isn't it?

[?]: Anyway...

The ping of a text interrupts the chatter.

WILL: I've got a text!

Islanders you will answer a series of questions as a couple to test how well you know each other. Whoever gets the most right will win a date in the hot tub. Losers will be dunked in the tank. 

WILL: Damn. I am so going to suck at this. No offence babe.

            If not coupled with Will

TIFFANY: Oh no those were my thoughts exactly. But we'll suck together.

            If coupled with Will

PLAYER: None taken... I think?

TOM: Don't worry. I also believe I am in Camp Will-Suck-At-This.

TIFFANY: Hey! We might surprise ourselves.

Tom raises his eyebrows.

TOM: Really?

TIFFANY: Yeah, ok we're going to suck. But at least we'll suck together.

[Thabi’s partner]: Well, I reckon we're going to ace this.

He squeezes Thabi's hand.

She smiles back at him.

THABI: Yeah, this will be a piece of cake. That hot tub has our name on it. Or... floating around it in some way.

[?] laughs and wraps his arm around her.

PLAYER THINKING: The prize is one last date in the hot tub...

PLAYER THINKING FLIRTY: I could embrace my chaotic side and sabotage the others in order to win the prize.

PLAYER THINKING: Should I distract other couples so I can win?

Premium choice: *Let the games begin...

That wouldn't be fair...

PLAYER THINKING: True but... it is the final hot tub trip!

*Time to sabotage!

No, I can win fair and square!

            Premium choice:  let the games begin

You rub your hands together and smile manically.

[?] looks at you.

[?]: Um are you alright?

You cackle under your breath.

PLAYER: Mwhahahaha...

[?]: Ok... I get the feeling the less I know about this the better.

PLAYER: Well, observed. You just keep being your brilliant self and leave this all up to me.

[?]: Right...

            If Najuma and Oliver are coupled (I think this only happens if you pick Angie)

Najuma and Oliver please take your places by the dunk tanks.

Oliver and Najuma climb up and sit on the seats.

They both take hold of a whiteboard.

NAJUMA: I've got hope in my heart but very little in my head.

OLIVER: We can try our best.

Oliver smiles at Najuma as he tries to kick the water with his feet.

OLIVER: As it is pretty cold.

NAJUMA: Oh obviously. I don't want to get wet.

A phone pings.

Question  - Najuma and Oliver... When was your first kiss together?

Najuma raises an eyebrow.

NAJUMA: I can't remember...

You impulsively stick up your hand.

PLAYER: I know! I know! Pick me!

[?] whispers to you.

[?]: Why are you helping them?

You wink subtly.

PLAYER: Just play along babe.

NAJUMA: Go on Y/N. Help your girl out!

PLAYER THINKING: Your first ever kiss was...

On the daybeds

In the toilet

In the pool

OLIVER: What?! No, it said 'when'.

Najuma writes something down on her board.

OLIVER: Well, I said our first kiss was on the beach.

NAJUMA: Oh yes! That's right. It was so romantic. But this bird kept watching us which totally knocked me off my game. So, I don't know if I was any good... If you're out there watching me now, I'm sorry for all the tongue.

THABI: Stop stalling and show us your answer babe.

NAJUMA: Ugh fine...

Najuma turns her whiteboard around.

Within seconds Oliver and Najuma are dunked into the tank.

NAJUMA: Argh!

Najuma splashes you with water.

OLIVER: Y/N did that deliberately.

PLAYER: Innocent little me?! I wouldn't dream of it.

[?] grins at you.

[?]: That's my girl.

NAJUMA: I said on the beach...

OLIVER: Phew.

Oliver gets another text.

OLIVER: Ah crap. I really don't know this one.

NAJUMA: What does it say?

OLIVER: Who has slept with more people?

BRUNO: Spicy.

NAJUMA: We haven't had the body count talk yet. We'll have to guess.

Oliver writes an equal sign on his board.

Najuma writes her own name.

They are both dunked into the tank.

NAJUMA: No!

OLIVER: Bad luck...

They both get out and dry off by the side.

Angie and [?] please take your places by the dunk tanks. 

ANGIE: Here goes...

[?]: Confident?

[?] helps her up to her seat before climbing onto his.

They both take hold of a white board.

ANGIE: Absolutely not. But we'll give it our best shot.

Question  - Where did the other have their first pre-villa kiss? 

Angie snorts with laughter.

ANGIE: I've got this one.

She starts to write something down on the whiteboard.

[?]: Um... how come you're so confident?!

ANGIE: Are you kidding? We spoke about this the other day! How come you don't remember?

[?]: I... I...

PLAYER: Psst I know the answer.

You whisper loudly.

ANGIE: Hey! No cheating.

[?]: Hey don't you want to win? I'm taking all the help I can get. What's the answer Y/N?

PLAYER THINKING: Angie's first kiss was...

On a roof

In a car

Behind a bush

ANGIE: What! No that's not... Don't listen to her.

[?]: Shh! I don't care if it's cheating. I want that hot tub.

He writes down your answer on the whiteboard.

Angie shakes her head.

ANGIE: Well, played Y/N. Well played. Unlike some people I put the right answer.

She shows her whiteboard.

It reads 'foods'.

[?]: Foods? My first kiss was not in the food aisle or whatever you mean by that babe. It was in the woods.

Angie stares in disbelief at her whiteboard.

ANGIE: I was meant to write that! Y/N distracted me while she was giving you the wrong answer!

They're both plunged down into the water.

PLAYER: My work here is done.

The pair drag themselves out of the dunk tank.

ANGIE: Thanks babe.

She shoots you a glare.

PLAYER: Anytime!

            If you didn’t distract them 

[?]: Oh! I think I got it.

He scrawls something down on the whiteboard.

Angie turns round her whiteboard.

ANGIE: I put 'in the woods'.

[?]: That's right! We were taking her dog Sparkles for a walk one summer's evening. The sun was shining. There was a really pretty lake. The moment was just right.

ANGIE: Nice story bro. Now what did you put?

[?]: Um...

CORA: Come on man! Show us your answer.

[?]: Ok ok but it's a total guess...

He shows his whiteboard.

It says 'in A&E'.

[?]: Seemed on brand.

BRUNO: Banging brands...

PLAYER THINKING: [?] said that Angie's first kiss was in A&E...

Ew that's gross

Aw how oddly romantic

That's too obvious

ANGIE: It's actually right!

[?]: Really?! Awesome. I mean that's weird that you had your first kiss there. But awesome that I remembered in the end.

            If Youcef left

VALENTINA: Yeah, I think we're going to need to hear that story.

CORA: Care to elaborate?

ANGIE: I went to A&E with a friend and got chatting with a guy there. Whilst my friend was seeing the doctor, we snuck into one of the on call rooms.

TIFFANY: You're joking. This sounds like the start of a joke.

YOUCEF: Oh, my word. (at this point I’m guessing Valentina and Youcef will have the same dialogue unless you’re partnered with Youcef) 

ANGIE: Nope. Totally real.

Angie's phone bleeps.

ANGIE: Oh! Next question... Huh.

[?]: What? What does it say?

ANGIE: Name your partner's mum.

[?]: Ah crap. Sorry Angie's mum...

ANGIE: Yeah, I have no idea either.

They both write on their whiteboards.

ANGIE: Right here goes nothing...

Angie and [?] turn round their whiteboards.

Angie's reads 'Sheila' and [?] reads 'Angela'.

ANGIE: Angela? Wow. So imaginative.

The chairs jolt forward and plunge the couple into the water.

[?]: Argh!

They drag themselves out of the dunk tank and stand by the rest of you.

[?]: My mum would so suit Sheila to be fair.

Thabi and [?] please take your places by the dunk tanks. 

[?]: Right guess it's us next.

[?] helps Thabi up to the dunk tank and then sits up on his.

They answer the first two questions correctly.

[?]: What did I tell you? We're totally going to win this thing!

PLAYER THINKING: I better get my sabotage on.

You start doing a distracting dance.

PLAYER: I said a hey aha a hey.

Everyone looks at you confused.

[partner]: Is this all part of the plan?

PLAYER: Yep.

THABI: Stop it! I'm going to lose my focus.

You continue to wave your hands about.

Thabi's phone rings out.

Question  What your biggest sexy fantasy to do together as a couple?

[?]: Ah damn... that's a tough one.

THABI: Yeah, so many possibilities.

PLAYER: Train! Taxicab! Pirate ship!

[?]: Stop! I'm trying to think...

CORA: Ha! Looks like the winners are about to become the weiners.

Everyone looks at Cora.

CORA: What? Least I'm not playing dirty like Y/N.

PLAYER: Oi!

CORA: I want a chance at going on this hot tube date, ok?

Thabi and [?] show their boards.

Within seconds they are thrown into the dunk tank.

TIFFANY: I didn't even get a chance to see what it said!

They make their way out of the dunk tank.

PLAYER: We didn't get to see your boards! What did you put?

THABI: Don't act all innocent. I know you were trying to knock us off our game.

You shrug.

PLAYER: I was only trying to help.

[?]: Sure, you were.

THABI: I just put my own fantasy and hoped for the best. I don't think we've properly spoken about that yet.

PLAYER: What was your fantasy?

THABI: Do bits in a museum at night when everyone's gone home. Preferably in the planetarium. Less wax models watching you there.

[?] laughs.

[?]: Cool. I'll take note of that.

THABI: What did you put [?]? Since we're taking notes.

[?]: Laundrettes.

BRUNO: You what?

PLAYER THINKING: A museum fantasy and a laundrette fantasy...

I'd get on board with either of them

That sounds like my worst nightmare

Personally, would prefer the classic french maid

[?]: I'm with you Y/N.

[?]: Yeah, I know it is sort of weird. But I always thought it would be cool in one of those washed-out retro ones. Kind of romantic you know?

THABI: There is something sexy about those places.

ANGIE: Also washing machines can be very... What's the word?

CORA: Good assistance?

ANGIE: Yeah, that's it.

THABI: You're not wrong.

[?]: I've got to say... I have no idea what you're talking about.

ANGIE: You've never tried out a washing machine, eh?

Tiffany's phone bleeps.

[?]: Guess we're up next!

Their first question is about who has had the most one-night stand.

You start to launch into a comedy sketch about bedside tables.

PLAYER: I posted online 'one night stand for sale' and I got the strangest replies.

TIFFANY: Zip it! Though I'm pretty sure I've used that joke in my standup.

Tiffany and [?] score only one point.

[?]: It was just a guess!

They both dejectedly come back to the group.

Your phone pings suddenly.

PLAYER: I've got a text!

Y/N and [?] please take your places by the dunk tanks. 

[?]: Right. We've got three to beat. Let's do this.

You both make your way up onto the dunking tanks.

Question  - Who is the loudest in bed?

[?]: Ah I totally know this one.

PLAYER THINKING: Who is the loudest in bed?

Totally me

It's [?].

            I think either one of these you get the point 

You write down your name.

You write [?] on the whiteboard.

[?]: Reveal your answer in three two one...

You both show your boards to the group.

WILL: As it is written so it shall be done.

[?]: Huh? What does that mean?

WILL: Um you know I'm actually not sure. But you both got the same answers anyway. (if not coupled with Will)

[?]: Score!

YOUCEF: You both scored correctly! Bravo. (if coupled with Will)

CORA: Think we all could have got that one right.

PLAYER: Ha ha. Very funny.

Question  - Who is tidiest?

PLAYER: Hmm...

[?]: Easy!

PLAYER THINKING: Who is tidier?

Me! I am queen of clean

One hundred percent [?]

We're both pretty messy to be honest

PLAYER: No mess gets past me.

PLAYER THINKING: I don't know what I'd do without that clean streak.

You think back to the unmade bed and the clothes lying everywhere.

PLAYER THINKING: I'll put neither...

You write down your answer.

[?] does the same.

[?]: Right, what did you say?

You both turn over your boards.

All the other Islanders groan upon seeing your answers.

PLAYER THINKING: We both got it right!

We're so going to win this

It was an easy question

I just guessed

TIFFANY: It's rigged!

CORA: Yeah boo. Stop knowing each other so well.

PLAYER: Hey! No heckling while we're gloating.

ANGIE: That's very rich coming from you hun.

PLAYER: Speak to the hand.

PLAYER THINKING: Hmm... what is my dream date?

Camping by the stars

Day out at the fair

Just bits bits bits

PLAYER THINKING: And what is [?]'s dream date?

A night in with some movies

A hike up a mountain

Just bits bits bits

You both reveal your whiteboards.

[?]: Yay! We got it right!

PLAYER: We've won!

[?]: Ooh I wonder what the next question will...

Your phone bleeps.

[?]: Be!

TIFFANY: Bees?

TIFFANY: I hate bees!

[?] laughs before reading the text.

Question  - Would you like to have children?

[?] stops laughing and starts writing on the board.

[?]: That's a very serious question... Which deserves a very serious answer...

PLAYER: Hmm...

PLAYER THINKING: Will me and [?] have kids?

Yes

No

You write your answer on the board.

[?]: On the count of three... one two three!

You both reveal your boards.

You see [?]'s says 'I don't know.’

[?]: Oops.

You are thrown into the dunk tank.

The rest of the couples play but no one else reaches your score.

Congratulations Y/N and [?] - you are the winners! You get to go to the hot tub. 

[?]: Amazing.

CORA: Are we going to address the fact you totally cheated?

THABI: Nah let them have it.

TIFFANY: Yeah Y/N clearly wants to get in that hot tub very badly... Which makes me quite concerned as to what she'll get up to in said hot tub.

PLAYER: I have plans. Many, many plans.

TIFFANY: And that is exactly the reason I am quite afraid of ever stepping foot in that hot tub again.

THABI: True. I wouldn't want to get any of your's or [?]'s plans on me thank you.

CORA: Ew.

[?]: Yeah, what she said.

PLAYER: What can I say? I do love a good hot tub.

PLAYER THINKING: Though we might need to talk about the kids question later...

I do not know which question this pertains to and what answer is the right or wrong one? But here’s the dialogue if you lose

[?]: Ah damn it.

[?] guessed the wrong answer.

You both sink to the bottom of your dunk tanks.

PLAYER: Noo!

THABI: Too bad too bad.

Congratulations Thabi and [?]. You get to go into the hot tub!

THABI: Aw I'm so glad!

She kisses [?] on the cheek.

He smiles delighted.

[?]: Come on let's go and get ready.

CORA: Anyone fancy a pool party?

TIFFANY: I am so game for that.

[?]: Same!

You all head off the challenge platform to get ready for the evening.

All the Islanders start getting ready for the pool.

BRUNO: Feels so weird getting changed into swimming stuff at night.

YOUCEF: Yeah, it's like... eating breakfast for dinner!

OLIVER: What a concept.

PLAYER THINKING: Breakfast for dinner...

That's the best invention

I'm more of a pudding fan

No eating before swimming!

Choice: That’s the best invention

YOUCEF: Right? My dad used to always make us breakfast for dinner. But then one time we ran out of milk for the omelettes... And he never came back.

Everyone turns to look at Youcef shocked.

YOUCEF: Kidding kidding. Sorry!

CORA: You can't joke about that kind of stuff!

YOUCEF: Hun my dad did actually leave therefore I can joke about it.

TIFFANY: This is true.

BRUNO: Yeah, it's the comedian's unwritten rule

Choice: I’m more of a pudding fan

BRUNO: Wow... my breakfast chat took a turn.

TIFFANY: I mean I don't think pudding is comparable to breakfast.

ANGIE: Heck most of the time breakfast is a giant pudding.

[?]: Giant pudding, eh?

BRUNO: I'll eat your giant pudding for breakfast any day [?].

Choice: No eating before swimming! 

BRUNO: Oh yeah. I forgot. That's how the sharks get you.

THABI: Come again?

CORA: Pretty sure that's not when the sharks get you Bruno.

BRUNO: Oh no! My whole life is a lie.

Angie laughs and chucks a makeup sponge at Bruno.

ANGIE: I've really grown to like this room. I'll miss getting ready with you lot.

TIFFANY: Pool?

BRUNO: Pub?

OLIVER: Pool!

CORA: Pool!

            If won, the challenge 

[?]: Hot tub?

PLAYER: Hot tub!

You head off to the hot tub together.

NARRATOR: Bubble bubble toil and trouble.

Fire burn and caldron bubble.

Fillet of a [?]'s snake.

In the caldron boil and bake...

Oh so sorry!

You caught me.

No don't worry. I'm not planning to cook our Islanders.

I'm working out how to turn Love Island into a theatre production.

It's either going to be a full-blown musical or a dramatic one person monologue.

But I can't quite decide.

Anyway, let's let [?] and [?] enjoy this nice bubbly caldron.

I mean hot tub!

You and [?] step into the hot tub.

[?] suddenly starts breathing rapidly.

[?]: Oh! Yikes. It's hot! Think I may have burnt my toe.

PLAYER: Oh no!

PLAYER THINKING: [?] may have a burn!

Kiss the toe better

It's because I'm so hot

Burn baby burn

Choice: kiss the tow better

You dive your head underwater and kiss the toe.

[?]: Oh!

You come back up from the surface.

PLAYER: Better?

[?]: Um yeah. Much better! Is it weird that I liked that?

PLAYER THINKING: Is it weird [?] liked my toe kiss?

Yes

No

[?]: Aw. (IF SAID YES)

[?]: Good. (IF SAID NO)

Choice: It’s because I’m so hot 

[?]: Can't argue with that.

Choice: burn baby burn 

[?]: Yeah, I'd like to opt out of burning today thank you!

PLAYER: Your call.

[?] smiles at you.

PLAYER:  What you grinning at smiley?

[?]: It's just so nice to just get away from them all for a little while, isn't it?

PLAYER THINKING: Is it nice to get away from the others?

Yeah, I love our alone time

No, I wish they were in here with us

Splash [?]

Choice: Yeah, I love our alone time 

[?]: It's special, isn't it? Like I used on always fret about being on my own with people. Was always worried I wouldn't know what to say or there would be an awkward silence. But with you? There's nothing awkward about it. Even the silence. It's relaxing.

Choice: No, I wish they were in here with us

[?]: Ha! I'm not sure they'd all fit.

PLAYER: Sure, they would!

Choice: Splash

You flick some water at [?].

[?]: Ha! I'll take any amount of splashing to spend time with you.

The water bubbles around you.

If didn’t win 

[?]: Pool?

You take [?]'s hand.

PLAYER: Pool!

You both head over with the others.

Everyone dangles their feet in the pool.

The water is cool against your skin.

[?] smiles at you.

PLAYER:  What you grinning at smiley?

CORA: Yeah you've got a grin big enough to knock me out with.

[?]: I just can't wait to do like normal things with you.

PLAYER: Like what?

[?]: I don't know... Like go shopping at the big supermarket and pick out random snacky bits to have for a series binge. Or I can't wait to go out to a drive thru together.

PLAYER: A drive thru?

TIFFANY: How romantic...

PLAYER THINKING: A drive thru date sounds...

... right up my street

... not my cup of tea

... like our next date

Choice: not my cup of tea

[?]: Hey you haven't been on a drive thru date with me before.

Choice:  right up my street/like our next date 

[?]: That can totally be arranged! I'll bring a lap tray. Some cutlery. We'll drive to this spot I know. It's up on this hill. You have to be a local to know how to find it. Eating a big bag of chips with that view is pretty romantic. But it sure would be prettier with you.

PLAYER: You're so damn cheesy.

PLAYER: Hmm...

PLAYER THINKING: Am I convinced?

Yeah, this drive thru date passes the test

Nah sorry I want to be wined and dined

As long as there are bits, I'm happy

Choice: yeah, this drive thru date passes the test 

PLAYER: Ok you've won me over. I'm here for it.

[?]: Good. I promise you; you won't forget or regret it.

Choice: nah sorry I want to be wined and dined

PLAYER: Get me a flickering candle a three-course meal and a nice glass of shiraz or I'm out of there.

[?]: Don't worry! I promise can do that as well.

Choice: As long as there are bits, I’m happy 

[?]: You really are the filthiest, aren't you?

PLAYER: It's true I can't help where my mind ends up.

[?] smiles.

[?]: That can totally be arranged!

I literally cannot tell if you have this conversation if you win the challenge or not, I’m thinking you do????

[?] swirls the water.

[?]: One of my favourite regular things to do for someone is to run them a bath.

PLAYER: Oh yeah?

[?]: Yeah! It's like you're making a big potion... but it's for adults. I used to love making potions as a kid. I love throwing all sorts of bubbles bath bombs and oils in there. I've even got one of those bath trays.

PLAYER: You and your trays!

[?]: It's true! It can fit a book a drink... I'll leave a little face mask on it for you. Maybe a nice drink. Sorry. I'm rambling. Long story short is that I would love to get to the point where I'm running you a bath at night. Or maybe even running our kids a bath one day.

PLAYER: But I thought you said you didn't know if you wanted kids?

[?]: No, I do! I just didn't want to be the kind of person who made you feel like you had to for obvious reasons. I basically wanted to hear your opinion first. But now I know you do want kids... Colour me in the shade 'I'm-all-here-for-it'! School runs freezer dinners bath time. I'll be there.

PLAYER THINKING: [?] wants kids too!

I already have names!

I literally can't wait

I was joking...

            Choice: I already have names 

[?]: What? For our kids!?

PLAYER: Yeah. Have had them picked out for ages.

[?]: Tell me them!

(input name)

[?]: Woah.

PLAYER: What?

[?]: That is so weird.

PLAYER: What do you mean!?

[?]: [?] is my favourite name!

PLAYER: You're kidding?

[?] shakes their head.

PLAYER: Wow. That's some kind of luck isn't it?

[?]: Yeah. And I am so lucky to end up with you.

Choice:  I literally cannot wait

[?]: Me neither! But I hate to break it to you...

PLAYER: What!?

[?]: We're not going to be making any babies in this hot tub.

PLAYER THINKING: [?] says we can't make babies in the hot tub...

I know that's not what I meant!

Aw that's a shame... Why not?

Agreed but we could have a quick kiss

PLAYER: I just meant I'm excited about it. I didn't mean it needed to happen right here right now!

[?]: I know I know. I'm just teasing.

If you asked why not 

            If coupled with Najuma or Angie

[?]: Um babe.

She gestures underwater.

[?]: We don't have all the equipment we need. But one day we will.

She takes your hand and kisses it firmly.

[?]: I just know it.

            If coupled with Youcef, Tom, Bruno, James or Will

[?]: Well firstly I'm not sure our kid would appreciate their conception being on TV.

PLAYER: A fair point.

[?]: Also it's incredibly unhygienic!

PLAYER: Another good point. Ok you win. No babies today.

Choice: I was joking….

[?]: You what?

PLAYER: What?

[?]: What?

PLAYER: What? I was only joking about kids.

[?]: Oh, um well...

[?] looks awkwardly out of the hot tub.

[?]: Ok nevermind.

[?] smiles at you sheepishly.

[?] smiles at you.

[?]: Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

PLAYER THINKING: What are we both thinking?

That we should kiss

That I'm getting pruney

That we both miss the other Islanders

[?]: Oh really? You're incredible.

PLAYER: You're not so bad yourself.

[?]:Oh no! That's one of the worst feelings.

[?]: I didn't want to admit it but yeah. I do. I wonder what the other's are up to.

[?] stands up steam rises from [?] body.

[?]: Should we invite the mob over?

PLAYER: What? Into the pool?

[?]: Yeah.

[?]: Shall we go crash the hot tub date?

CORA: I'm game.

TIFFANY: Same here.

Everyone gets up to go to the hot tub.

[?]: You coming babe?

PLAYER THINKING: Do I want to invite the Islanders into the hot tub?

(I think this is a premium choice) Yes, let's all bundle

No please keep them at bay

PLAYER THINKING: But it could be fun...

I do love some bubble trouble...

No, I'd rather not

[?]: Aw are you sure?

[?]: Say no more!

[?] stands up in the hot tub.

[?]: Hey you lot! Come join us!

THABI: You don't have to ask me twice.

Thabi launches herself into the hot tub splashing you and [?].

[?]: Let’s go!

[?] launches himself in.

ANGIE: Watch the hair! Watch the hair!

Angie splashes [?].

CORA: Watch out I'm coming in.

Everyone clambers in and splashes about together under the blanket of stars.

OLIVER: I have no idea how we all fit in here.

PLAYER: I sure am going to miss this.

[?]: Me too.

BRUNO: Wet group hug?

[?]: Hell yes!

You all wrap your arms around one another and squeeze before sitting down in the hot tub

For a moment you let the silence last just enjoying the moment together.

BRUNO: It'll be weird when this is all over.

TIFFANY: Silenzio Bruno! I don't want to think about it.

WILL: Yeah. Me neither.

THABI: Agreed. I'm dreading it.

WILL: No more nights under the fish.

            Will inspired Luca

TIFFANY: Fish?

WILL: Oh yeah. I used to always think the stars were fish. It always just stuck.

PLAYER THINKING: Will thought the stars were fish as a kid...

That's so poetic

Maybe they are fish

I'm going to miss your weirdness

            If decided to not invite everyone to the hot tub 

PLAYER THINKING: Am I sure I don't want to invite the group over?

Yeah, I'd rather not

Actually, that does sound like fun!

[?]: I was never a believer in the more the merrier anyway. What's the point of seeing a bunch of people when the main person I want to talk to is right here.

[?] touches your nose with [?] index finger.

PLAYER: Hey! No booping.

[?]: But that's my favourite part of...

The ping of a text rings out.

Will smiles and splashes you playfully.

THABI: Hey was that a text I heard?

BRUNO: Yeah. Someone's phone just went off.

[?] leans over and picks up [?] phone.

[?]: I got a text.

PLAYER THINKING: Do I want to crash the date?

Yeah, help me up

Nah I'm not bothered

[?]: Aw come on. I don't want to go without you

PLAYER THINKING: Should I go along to the hot tub?

Yeah, alright I'll come

No thanks

            If didn’t win challenge and crash the date 

[?] smiles and extends a hand down to help you up off the ground.

You all run over to the hot tub

            if didn’t win challenge and didn’t crash the date

PLAYER: Not keen on the idea sorry.

CORA: Suit yourself!

The others run off to the hot tub.

[?] waits with you.

[?]: I was never a believer in the more the merrier anyway. What's the point of seeing a bunch of people when the main person I want to talk to is right here.

[?] touches your nose with [?] index finger.

PLAYER: Hey! No booping.

[?]: But that's my favourite part of...

The ping of a text rings out.

“Islanders, please make your way to the fire pit for the final dumping.”

PLAYER: Oh.

[?]: Yeah... I guess it's happening then.

CORA: The final dumping...

PLAYER: Yep.

[?] takes your hand.

[?]: Let's go through it together.

[?] takes hold of Thabi's hand.

Thabi holds [?]'s who takes hold of Cora's.

Everyone is holding hands gripping tightly.

THABI: Together.

PLAYER: I wouldn't have it any other way.

NARRATOR: Sniff...

I'm getting totes emosh about this.

And you know what?

It's only going to get worse.

Because the next episode...

Is a dumping!

I'll see you there...

[bangtanlalaland]

around the way girl | knj (m.)

synopsis ↳namjoon kim was the man you’d fallen in love with in college, while existing in a society where ambw relationships are rare.

→part of the bring it back collection!

— 1990’s!au; strangers to lovers!au

→pairing: underground rapper!kim namjoon x beauty supply store worker!black female reader

→genre: fluff, smut

→word count: 4.7k+

→contents ⨯ warnings: that beautiful, interracial love (AMBW) [if you’re racist, fuck off my page!] some major fluff action here, joon is so soft, (I stg he’s a dom but also a hopeless romantic. the DUALITY. agsgsjlldlejd), rapper joon makes an appearance, sweet love making, name calling (cute shit, I promise), also the use of DADDY, lots of kissing and caressing, body worshiping, oral (f receiving), protected sex (no glove, no love baby), fingering, over-stimulation, namjoon is so inspired by hip hop culture, y’all I tried really hard to sprinkle some 90′s vibes in there so bare with me ok,

a/n: heyyyy loves! I wanted to do something different, considering that I hardly come across any fics (specifically BTS) with a woc or simply a black reader. so here’s one to all of my beautiful, black queens out there! much love to you all & I want you to know I am here & stand with you.  

song rec: “around the way girl” by ll cool j

☞ disclaimer: If any of the warnings listed above offends you in any way, please do not read. It is not my intention to start any sort of debate/argument in regards to racism, culture appropriation, etc. Therefore if any characters, settings, and/or facts/statements are incorrect, please disregard. However, this body of text is for entertainment purposes only. All characters, settings, scenarios, and dialogue are fictitious. Any similarity to events or persons, whether living or dead, is coincidental.

It was like a movie, from start to finish. Growing up, times were hard and challenges never ceased to fade. But, you pushed through — the good, the bad, and the ugly. Lost ones along the way, realized you couldn’t trust everyone, but you grew. As an independent, young, black woman living in America. And then something happened, that changed everything.

The year of 1998, when fall semester classes at your college just ended, which called for finding a seasonal job for the time being. And that’s how you ended up working at Queen Beauty Supply about two blocks from your place. You grew up knowing Mr. Park (who is the owner and now your boss) all your life. As you were a child, your mother supported his business, always stocking up on flexi rods, Just for Me relaxers, Goody brushes, and all. Even the endless amounts of barrette balls of every color you could think of, she made sure you had. And seeing that you blossomed, Mr. Park was more than honored to hire you for a seasonal gig. You loved him as if he was your family, just as well as he loved you.

It all started that one evening when you worked the register, fancy-ing some Poetic Justice-style braids, showcasing your figure with a halter top and mom jeans. A small stereo behind you blared the latest hits on the radio, Jon B currently on play. You flipped through the latest issue of Word Up! Magazine, admiring the new spread that featured Mya, Monica, and Brandy — your two in. acrylic, nails dragging across the pages. The sound of the bell jingles over the door, indicating the arrival of a customer. Your gaze turns up to greet said customer, and your eyes meet with the fellow that entered.

And damn were you blown away for a hot sec. He was cute, really cute. You hadn’t even realized he asked you something, while standing in front of you on the opposite side of the counter. He’s Asian, obviously. His eyes having told it all. They were different, not shaped like yours, but beautiful. Which was intriguing. But him simple being here in a beauty supply store was interesting, Yes, it’s ironic. The owner himself being Asian, but the intended audience is your fellow black folks. You could tell he’s obviously inspired by your culture since he sported a bucket hat and a loose, white tee that may have been just two sizes too big for him — which is rare nowadays to find on an Asian man. But, you don’t question it. Of course, you’re well aware people of all races are influenced by hip hop culture so in a way, it doesn’t surprise you as much. Okay, maybe a little. But still.

“Can I help you?” His eyes did a weird thing, but it was cute. He was cute.

“Do you have du-rags here?” Your eyebrows raise and head cocks to the side, having abandoned the magazine you were just reading.

“What do you want with a du-rag?” You question, knowing well the texture of his hair can’t form into waves, so you suppose it’s for a fashion statement. He starts blushing, his eyes shut and beautiful pearly whites on display. Damn, did he have you hooked on the spot and you didn’t even know his name yet. You had to hurry up and get him out of here for your own sake, so you took the lead. A few beats passed before he realized you were leading the way to what he needed. He stumbled a little.

“It’s uh- For my performance,” He slips, trailing behind you while passing by the rows of hair-care products, leading towards the back of the store.

“Performance? You dance?” You question, while strutting down the row of where the brushes, combs, barrettes and the jewelry wall was displayed — purposely swaying your hips back and forth just a tad too much for dramatic effect. He definitely noticed, his eyes glued to your form and wondering how your jeans could mold those curves so perfectly.

He blushes at the thought but replies, “I’m a rapper,” And that’s when you stop in your tracks, flipping your braids behind your back and placing your hand on your hip, giving him the same expression that you gave at the counter.

“A rapper?” You ask, while taking him in from head to toe. You notice his white Air Force Ones.

Damn, he is so fine.

He has style, you’ll admit that. But an Asian rapper? That’s unheard of, at least in your neighborhood.

“Do you, boo.” You shrug, while gesturing toward the wall on your left, that displayed various colors of du-rags. You step away to return to the register and then he speaks again.

“What about Blue Magic?” As if he hadn’t surprised you enough, you cross your arms, facing him.

“Well…. it depends on what you want.” You pause, and roll on your heels to walk again, he follows behind you.

“We have coconut oil, but the hair food is out of stock right now. The hair and scalp treatment is limited quantity, but we do have Castor Oil and Super Sure Gro.” You arrive at the row of hair care products, with numerous brands of oils, treatments, and more that cover the shelves. After leaving him there, you admired the way his eyes were shot wide, and you knew damn well he was not 100% sure of what he was looking at — as he searched for the product that piqued his interest.

And so it became a regular occurrence. He’d come in at least once every two weeks, buying the same thing. A du-rag and Super Sure Gro. Some days you’d even be a little extra to “up” your appearance, in hopes he’d notice or in some fantasy world, he’d compliment you. Maybe even ask about you or your day. Or if you’d like to go watch a movie with him or even hit up a spot for some good food. You ponder if he’d be into trying soul food someday. Your mom always did say that a way into a man’s heart is through his stomach. Well, more-so implying that you should know how to get down and dirty in the kitchen.

—

The bell jingles again, while you’re out on the floor stocking up the shelves with bottles of Luster’s Pink Oil Formula. Reaching below into the box to grab a few more bottles, you hadn’t noticed he was towering above you. You jumped slightly when you meet eyes with him, nearly dropping the contents you held onto.

“Don’t you know not to run up on a black woman like that? I may be little, but I can kick your ass!” You both break out into a contagious laugh. He stuffs his hands into his baggy jeans of his, that gorgeous smile spreads across his face. He clears his throat,

“I- Uh- I’m- I’m sorry, I-”

You shake it off, “You’re fine, boo.” Your hand finds its way into his shoulder, a light rub as you brush past him to head for the register. He hesitates, trailing behind you as he fights for the right words to say.

“I-I just, I-” You reach the front of the counter and turn to make eye contact with him. Your eyebrows raise slightly, taking in how he’s struggling to piece his words together. You place your hand on his shoulder again and note how he gazes at you with those same wide eyes you’d grown familiar with over the past few weeks. His lips parted slightly as if he was going to say something but didn’t.

“It’s okay-” You trail off, in hopes he’d catch on.

“Oh, right. N-namjoon. My name is Namjoon.”

You smile in response, lightly rubbing his arm with your palm.

“Is there…. Something you want to say? I promise, I don’t bite,” You state with a soft smile. You notice his shoulders easing themselves down. Part of you wonders what he was so tense for.

“You should come to my performance-” He says rapidly then pauses, looking down and then back up to you, “I would like it- I mean I think that you- You would like my performance.” He internally hates himself for being shy around you, his cheeks so tight and raised from smiling hard, and you could have literally melt in that moment. You thought it was cute to see him that way. To know you made him feel all flustered.

There was a grand amount of effort he’d built to approach you. The very, first day he arrived at the store, he wanted to say something then. He went home that night rehearsing how he’d spark up a conversation with you. He even recalls one time he’d seen you at a bus stop sucking on a lollipop, and how tempted he was to say something then. But he couldn’t. He was afraid of rejection, and he wasn’t sure how to approach you. So when he’d visit the beaut store and see your face, he’d grow warm on the inside. And when you would make eye contact with him, his heart would stop. When you would speak to him with that sweet voice of yours, he’d freeze.

So when you said yes you would be there, he cried afterwards. Not in front of you of course, but on the bus back to his place. He couldn’t believe that you didn’t reject him. Throughout the weeks, he’d contemplated because he didn’t know how you felt about people of his race. He didn’t know how your race felt about people like him in general. Although, it never mattered to him. Because he believed that love is love. As long as you’re happy with that person, that is all what truly matters. He believed everyone deserves to have that kind of love. Little did he know, you felt the same way.

And then things advanced between the two of you.

It was the night he invited you to an underground party, and it was live. Music thumped with never-ending bass, people danced and smoked, and the space felt warm and cluttered, courtesy of body heat. You gradually ease your way through the space, attempting to find some kind of “safe haven” amongst the grinding, moving bodies within the cramped atmosphere. The music settles down, which causes you to look ahead, realizing you’re in front of the stage where the DJ is posted up on the left.

“Alright, y’all! You already know what time it is.” The DJ blatantly announces through his microphone. The crowd somewhat reacts, but not to his liking you assume.

“I said… Y’all already know what time it is!” Everyone goes wild, screaming, chanting and whistling.

“Tonight, I wanna welcome y’all my boy. From the East side, he’s an up and coming rapper- Y’all check this,” He pauses for a moment, “He is a Korean rapper! Y’all feel me? What y’all know about a Korean rapper, aight?” He shakes his head throwing his hands up.

“Imma let y’all have this one, but I’m tellin’ y’all! You don’t know nothing bout this!” You smile uncontrollably, aware of who he’s talking about. Also somewhat anxious to see what the hype is about, your nerves making your stomach churn just a little too much while you’re out in public.

“Give it up for my boy, RM!” The DJ, swivels the record on his turntable back and forth. And there Namjoon was, appearing from the side of the stage, with his du-rag and bucket hat, loose tee, baggy jeans, and those familiar Air Force Ones you’d grown to recognize. You also peep the Cuban chain that adorns his neck.

And then the beat kicks in. Which was also familiar, you note that it’s the beat for “I Need Love.” Everyone starts bobbing their heads, including him. Including you.

He throws his hand up, shoving gestures to go along with the rhythm of the music, while using his other hand to firmly hold onto his mic.

“I’d like to introduce myself, The name is RM, Let’s rewind and take you back to when it first started, Very first time that I walked in the shop, I was startled and I swear I had felt my heart drop, You made me wanna get down on my knees, Begging, please, Coulda told you I was sprung the moment I seen ya,”

He makes eye contact with you and points directly in your direction. He’s talking about you, right? He’s got to be. There’s no way he isn’t. You continue bobbing your head to the beat, and you can’t fight the smile in return.

“Dang baby, how’d you fit in those jeans? Hips got a brother feeling like he’s in a dream, Couldn’t even keep my head straight, Yeah I’m Asian but damn, Somethin’ must have went left and messed up my fam, Sittin’, thinkin’, contemplatin’, and wonderin’, How could I get this fine lil shawty to blushin’? Hopin’ that you’ll say yes and lemme steal you from the scene, Treat you like a queen and show you what a real man can be,”

He stares at you for a moment too long, yet you’ve already grown too hot for the jean jacket you’re wearing over your tube top.

“I need love,” he adds before dropping the mic; everyone suddenly is hype, continuously cheering him on and giving him props for his performance.

“I told y’all! Give it up for my boy, RM!” The DJ adds, patting him on the back while smiling from ear to ear. But, his eyes are focused on you, and only you — who just can’t seem to shake off the bright smile plastered on your face, you attentively graze your bottom lip with your teeth to attempt stopping yourself from smiling so much. But, you fail. And he takes note of that, returning a smile to you. You could tell he’s blushing, his dimples appearing before he dips his head low.

So shy, yet so damn fine. How is that even possible?

—

That same week, he surprised you at work, stumbling in to rap a few verses about how beautiful you are to him, and he pulled a bouquet of roses he hid from behind his back. You remembered that day so clearly. You remembered kissing him, hugging him, holding his hand, smelling the flowers. You also remembered Mr. Park interrupting your little PDA session to scold you about: “No kissing and no sex on the clock!”

But, Namjoon loved you more than you could think. And he didn’t care who in the world thought it was wrong for you two to fall in love. Because the night you two had arrived at his apartment, lips intertwined with one another, and hands roaming each others bodies, was when everything became so clear.

You both stumble inside, too wrapped up in locking lips with one another. Namjoon guides you toward his bedroom; and being the klutz he is, he stubs his shoe on the baseboard leading to his bedroom. You both break the kiss, and you can’t help but chuckle at his clumsy ways.

“Why you laughing at me, huh?” He lifts you up and you can’t help the half gasp/half giggle that escapes your lips, immediately wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you to his bed. He gently lies you down on your back and hovers above you. You unexpectedly snatch his bucket hat off, tossing it somewhere on the floor — his faded, white-blonde and dark brown strands on display.

“Did you have to do my Kangol like that?” He whines with furrowed brows. You tap his bottom lip, dragging your finger across the plump flesh.

“Shut up and kiss me.” His gold Cuban link chain hangs from his neck, prompting your fingers to tug it down, and you do so, his lips smashing with yours yet again. Your fingers lace themselves within his hair, admiring the feel of his oiled scalp. His lips massage yours in a way that’s beyond comforting, and you make sure to inform him how nostalgic kissing feels. Drawn-out moans spew from you, and you can’t help but wonder how in the hell could you be in this time and moment with him. Piece by piece all of your garments end up lost on the ground, along with his clothing. He had you caged in to his bed and kept himself hovered over you, planting kisses along your neck trailing down to your collarbone.

“Mmm, Joon.” You follow his lead, kissing his blush-colored lips, snaking through his silky strands. His hands travel behind your back to remove your lace bra, revealing your breasts that illuminate from the moonlight peeking through the blinds of his window, your chocolate nipples hardened and desperate for attention. His eyes are blown wide, cherishing every dip and curve of your body.

“Wow,” He admits, his erection growing behind his undergarment. He holds a few moments to etch this view of you within his memory, appreciating every trait of your being in this form. His hands find placement on your hips, pulling you to his body completely — the soft, plushness of your breasts pushed against his chest. He rubs the outline of your face, slowly dragging his index finger along your jawline.

“You are the most beautiful woman in the world. You know that?” You let out a small giggle, feeling vulnerable in this state. He kisses you, being sure to suck your bottom lip, pulling and tugging softly with his teeth. His hands roam down your back and land on your ass cheeks, gripping with force. Your breath hitches, and you find yourself wrapping your arms around his neck, in hopes to ease him in just a little more. Even though physically it isn’t possible. He teases your bottom lip with a swipe of his tongue, asking for entrance.

And you let him in, sucking and licking him back in response, both of yours saliva mixing with each others, and not a care in the world — too consumed in each other. He gropes your ass, causing a moan to slip from you. His large palms kneading the cushion-y flesh, and damn is he grateful for this moment in time with you. He pulls from your lips with an audible smack, and you relish in the sight of his thick lips all swollen and damp.

“I love you, ____” He admits with those delightful irises.

“I love you too, Namjoon.” He guides you to lie down on your back, hovering above you as he places kisses along your jawline, leading down your neck, taking his time to cherish every part of you. His hands roam along your sides, caressing the curves of your body. He kisses the area between your breasts and stops suddenly, eyeing you for approval. As if understanding, you nod. His tongue peeks out and circles your right nipple, he wraps his lips around the bud and sucks with tenderness, making sure to release with a pop each time while his other hand massages your left breast.

Your core aches as a result, needing to feel him so the void inside your walls can be filled. He repeats this with your other tit, sucking your nipple while massaging the other, pinching and rolling the bud between his fingers. Your core throbs with an intense pleasure, soaking your now soiled panties. He eases down further, planting kisses down your tummy and moving along the inner thighs of your mocha skin, praising the smooth, supple, flesh. His fingers tug the band of your lace panties, and he eyes you again for approval.

“Please,” You plead, and it was all he needed to hear to remove the garment and reveal yourself to him, treasuring the sight of your lips dripping from arousal. He wastes no time, as you feel his warm, wet muscle gliding along your folds, his nose nuzzling your clit in the process. Your fingers snake into his hair and hips buck upwards to move along the rhythmic motions of his tongue, while he devours you whole as if he’d become a man starved.

“Joon!” You praise, panting for air, Your gaze follows between your legs, cherishing the man that continues to eat you out. He watches your expressions, glaring deeply into your eyes as he does so. His fingers ease toward your folds, rubbing his digits along your drenched pussy, coating them with your wet. He watches you still, not wanting to leave your gaze as he enters a finger inside you. You moan his name in response. His finger delves deep within you, your walls sucking him in perfectly.

“So good for me,” He lashes his tongue out to lick your clit in a circular motion. The sight of him between your thighs makes your heart quiver. He deliberately adds a second finger, his lengthy digits curling themselves upwards and dragging along the walls of your womanhood. His nails dig along the flesh of your thighs, keeping you settled and under his grip, his lips suck on your clit til no end. His obscene noises send a shockwave of pleasure through you, and your toes curl at the sensation. He pulls his fingers from out of you and tastes your arousal that clings to him.

“Tastes so good,” He moans, and you can’t help your thighs from rubbing together to ease the tension that has built. Then, he blushes at the view of you, all horny and ready for him. Only him. How can he be so cute and so fine at the same time? You ask yourself this everyday. Your legs move on their own accord, struggling to draw him back in. He chuckles at your actions.

“You want more, baby?” He questions in that deep, sexy voice of his.

You nod in reply, “Yes, Joon. Please, daddy?” His famous dimples reappear, and those mesmerizing, pearly whites appear. He dives back down, trailing kisses along your tummy, leading to your mound. He worships your body as he had wanted to do since the day he met you, gripping and rubbing along your skin. He moans against you, admiring the feel of you under his fingertips. His lips encase around your clit again, and your body jerks from the sudden feeling. His tongue slides along your folds, sucking and slurping, making the most lewd noises.

His fingernails drag along your thighs, adding an odd tingle within you. You follow his motions and graze your nails on top of his hand, when an unexpected bliss washes over you — causing you to writhe underneath him. He continues sucking your clitoris until you can’t take anymore, your legs gliding up an down along his back, back arching off the mattress, eyebrows furrowing and you simply drowning in euphoria with trembling thighs as your nails drag along his scalp and your cries echo within his eardrums.

“Joon, daddy!” Your nails dig further into his hand, and fingers tug harshly onto his strands. Your core now sensitive to the touch, something you’d never experienced before. He moves his head back and forth, delving deeper and not wanting to let go. You scratch his back, now in hopes he’d give up. You’re nearly convinced he’s going to kill you with that tongue of his, and then out of nowhere, he pushes two fingers inside you. Your toes curl for what feels like the millionth time, and you whimper his name repeatedly.

He thrusts his digits into you, a loud squelching noise filling up the space. And you feel those plush lips wrap around your clit again. He ruts against the bed, wanting to feed the tension within his groin. Your feet now having fought the sheets you lay upon, twisting and turning due to the over-sensitivity. But in some strange sentiment, there’s another wave. And here you are having your second orgasm of the night.

“Fuck, Ungh- I’m cumming again!” Your body shakes violently, not having control over the orgasm that’s overtaken you. An uncontrollable scream slips out and you shove Namjoon away from you with a strained push, his chin now glistening with you. He wipes the residue from his face with the back of his hand, grinning at you fucked out and waiting on his bed. He pulls a condom from somewhere in his drawer and wraps himself up.

He was so thick, thicker than you thought. You lay flat on your tummy and Namjoon sets himself on top of you, caging you in again. He notes the glow upon your ebony skin as he coats his protected member with your drenched self, adding a line of his own saliva and finally diving into you with every inch he has, at a slow, steady pace. But the places he reaches leave you wondering what you’d done to deserve this kind of dick.

Magnificent.

“Beautiful, black queen,” he slips in between breaths, rocking his hips against yours. The position granting him a much deeper access. You gasp at his remark, clenching your walls tighter around him, he hisses in response. His warm breath fans the right side of your face, and he presses a kiss along your earlobe while adding,

“All mine. You’re my black queen, understand? Can’t nobody take that away from me.”

“Yes Namjoon,” You reply. “I’m all yours.”

His cock twitches at the sound of his name slipping from your lips within this state — having you underneath him like this, needy, desperate, and only craving him. He inches to meet your lips with his. His kisses are filled with want and desire, full of love. That sweet, sweet love.

“Give it to me daddy,” You say under your breath but audible enough for him to hear, and he takes heed to continue thrusting himself into you, his delicate, golden skin glimmering with perspiration. The sound of your bodies clapping against each other resonate throughout his apartment, as soft whimpers and moans fall from you, and he utilizes every millisecond of this moment to drown himself in your presence.

“So tight, so wet. So beautiful.” His hips buck in a gentle, yet stern manner, causing your body to jerk upward and eyes to shut close in response — his balls slapping your ass with each thrust of his hips, he continuously hits that sweet spot over and over again, your eyes rolling back due to the nostalgia. He eases his fingers in between your legs to rub circles into your clit simultaneously, and it doesn’t take long for your walls to contract for the third time that night.

“Fuck baby,” He coos with followed moans and groans, spilling himself while still buried in you. You shudder underneath him with nails dragging along the sheets, and muffled moans from burying your face, as you call out his name like it was the only function your brain could process.

He eases himself out of you, and you can’t help the low gasp that emits from you — having been so full of him and sensitive at the same time. A few moments later, and the slight shift of the bed indicates he vanished to discard the condom. You simply lay there, slowly processing that he’d given you the best sex you’ve ever had, being that his main focus was pleasuring you.

But it was in those final moments when Namjoon cuddled you afterwards, bodies attached together by sweat, gasping for air and basking himself in the warm, vanilla, sugar aroma of your essence — that he knew he was in love with you. And there was nothing anyone could ever say to change his feelings.

You break the silence having thought of Namjoon’s words you recall from his performance.

“Think you’ve found it?” He watches your form with raised eyebrows.

“Found what?” You trace circles along his chest, gazing upon his abdomen.

“Love,” You state, and a silence falls that makes your body warm up in a flash.

He shakes his head in a “no” gesture, “I don’t think I have.” The sudden pause of his sentence makes your heart drop.

“I know I have.” He kisses your forehead and draws you closer to him, holding onto you for dear life — like he’s afraid he’d lose you. You beam at his gesture, curling up into his figure. His heart thumps from the immense affection between the two of you. Your now closed eyes like an irreplaceable gift to him.

“My around the way girl,” He whispers to himself, while petting your hair and drifting off into slumber.

[mcofthemansion]

I just saw rn the oc post thingy😭

Imma post some questions cuz I'm curious bout your ocs🤩

(Any of em really)

⭐ What is your OC afraid of? Any crippling phobias or some such? How do they act when scared and what helps them calm down? Does anyone ever find your OC scary? Why?

🔥 Give us a list of general likes and dislikes, such as colours, textures, music, weather and other stuff!

💖 Has your OC ever been in love, be it romantic or platonic or otherwise? Who with and did they ever express their feelings or keep it private? How long did these feelings persist / do they still feel this way?

💗 What would your OC say is their best feature? Why? What do their friends / family / lover(s) / people they know think is their best feature and why?

🍇 Day or Night? Sun or Rain? Summer or Winter?

🍋 Does your OC act petty and jealous easily? What sort of things make them feel like this and do they experience guilt for getting so worked up? How do they deal with these emotions when they get them? If your OC doesn’t feel like this often, why not?

Ruri!!!!!!!!!!!! Hugs!!!!💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

If it's ok I guess I'll do Lizzie!!!! :) one of my Ikevamp Oc's (the one I actually talk about) ! :) it was hard writing a tumblr post while writing a French test about two French ladies way back when that seemed to very much be crushing on eachother...😅 but I'm done the test now! Anyways....

She's really scared of showing people when she's really worried or frightened because when she was growing up usually men were typically seen as the "strong and smart" people and women as well sadly the opposite so she's sick of people thinking that women are inferior to men so she never wants to look worried or frightened around men.

Obviously it's different in Le Comte's mansion because they don't see her, Mc, or Anne (Spoopy's ikevamp oc! I hope it's ok to talk about her! She's so cool I love her so much!!!!!!!) As weak at all! But it's just a feeling that's hard to shake...

She mostly just gets frustrated with herself a bit when she does act worried or frightened or in need of help from some of the guys...I guess it's just something that's deeply ingrained in her!

I guess she feels better when people get very impressed with her and genuinely like going to her for help instead of asking some random guy...

Oh! I guess occasionally she may come across as intimidating...not "scary" exactly...because she can recognize when any small injuries are in need of better care and she's also not opposed to bringing you to her room and like stitching a wound like right at that very moment...and she does sound pretty strict when she does that...she does not fool around...in my opinion that level of care and smartness would be intimidating but welcome 😅

Oh! Likes and dislikes! She likes the colors white and purple! She loves the smell of clean new bed sheets! She loves the shine of her newly cleaned medical equipment which she keeps VERY clean! She loves playing with Meredith which is her pet!...she doesn't listen to music often so I'm not even sure she has a preference in music...but she does like singing lullabies to Meredith sometimes! :) and occasionally Mc sometimes...if she wants that...and she likes the weather a bit cloudy! That way it's not too warm and not too cold! :) she finds clouds pretty especially when in the evening they're so many different colors!!! :D

She dislikes unsanitary places because she knows what aliments could be hiding in that filth...and also who enjoys sitting in filth? Absolutely nobody...ever...and she doesn't like seeing anyone mess around with filth either! She will clean it up if she can! She dislikes it when people poke fun at her blunders (if she makes any) and she dislikes absolutely needing to drink blood regularly...but she's used to it...it could be far more useful in an iv for someone! At least that's what she thinks...she gets so caught up in reading her medical books sometimes she forgets she even needs it until someone brings her some and reminds her to drink it...she wants to find a way to make herself more like Napoleon...who is a demi-vampire...that's just one of her many projects...

She gets furious when you neglect your health! So drink your water, eat your food, and don't forget to sleep at night! And she will monitor you if she's worried! Heck she might even sleep in the same room as you if you've really really worried her...

Also nobody should dare say "oh are you the nurse?" To her...she's a doctor! She's worked hard to get there! Don't assume she's a nurse because nurses are associated with women!!!

Oh! Um...romantic love? I guess like every other route Mc if you pick Lizzie to read 😅 and she might be crushing on Anne and Faust a bit...just a bit...shhhhh!🤭 (if Spoopy is ok with that) not that she'd ever act on having a crush (she's also a bit afraid of being romantically in love)...she likes pushing thoes feeling back...but platonically EVERYONE IN THE MANSION AND VLAD'S CASTLE!!! SHE CARES ABOUT EVERYONE SO MUCH!!! so yes she would sit by thier bedsides all night if they got sick...and maybe let Arthur, Faust, and Charles help out since they have experience...but she would still fuss over them!!!! And definitely ask a million times if they washed thier hands after doing a checkup or something...

Oh and if you think getting a check up is a nuisance then she will track you down! Don't test her! And she will look quite intimidating! She cares about you more than I guess you realize!

Her feelings don't really change...if she loves you platonically then it's forever! :)

Yes she loves you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :) (and anyone else reading this)

Lizzie really likes her hands as her best feature! :D they've saved countless lives!

But second place is her hair since she spends time making it just right! :)

I think probably the residents in the mansion would find her hair her best feature since they could probably tell that she honestly puts effort into it!

For Lizzie day and night is practically the same thing...neither bother her and she doesn't have a preference 😅 but she loves it sunny but with clouds in the sky!!! I guess out of seasons autumn is her favorite! Because no frostbite, no burning in the sun, and no pollen in large quantities...it's sort of the least problematic...although colds tend to pop up a bit more...

Lizzie being petty and jealous? Ok maybe a little jealous...if someone compliments Arthur's or another character's medical skills and forgets about her...she might get a bit jealous because of course...he's a man...or course you remember about what the man does...but she'll get over it! And she is proud of thier accomplishments! And she adores working with them!!!!

Hugs!!! This took a long time to think about!!! Thank you!!! It was so fun!!! :D

Sorry for all the mistakes.....this was a bit like extreme multi-tasking for me! Writing a French test, eating food, and being on tumblr 😅 good thing the teacher was chill about our cameras being off! I probably did so bad since I payed more attention to this then the test I was writing! Hugs!!!

[shikakunaras]

36 or 57 for shikashino if that's ok?

I chose 57.) Heart eyes when the other talks, sings, dances, argues, does literally anything especially things which others make fun of them for or find annoying

It’s in Shino’s POV but Shikamaru has the heart eyes I promise. It’s another long one. I like this pair tbh. 

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“What insect is that again?” Tenten asked, leaning closer to Shino. 

“Not an insect. A bug. There's a difference between the two.” Annoyed Shino immediately regretted joining everyone for dinner. They were all piled in a private room waiting for the food to arrive. 

He really only came for Shikamaru, who surprised everyone by showing up. He felt comfortable next to the Nara. Like he knew that if Shikamaru was there, someone would be listening. 

“Either way they’re gross.” Ino shivered at the sight of the insect on the table.

“I just squash them. It makes Shino sad but it’s a reflex.” Kiba frowned, he already wanted the bug on the table dead. 

“Please don’t hurt my beetle. I’ll put him away.” 

“Him? Do you name them?” Lee asked, meaning well but it just made the table erupt in laughter. All except Shikamaru. He looked at Lee and rolled his eyes. 

“You name your weights. What’s the difference?” 

“You got me there Shikamaru!” Lee sat back and smiled. “I have several weights and it’s easier to name them. I don’t know any other way to organize them.” 

“By size?” Neji snorted. “Or by color? Maybe?” 

Shino let out a sigh of relief as the conversation shifted to Lee. He always felt like a monster when they discussed his collection. They have no issue when they save them but he’s used to it. 

The food came and Shino’s appetite left him. He just watched as his teammates ate. He was going to make an excuse, anything so he can leave and not come back. 

Someone tapped the table in front of Shino, throwing off his thoughts. 

“What’s the difference?” Shikamaru asked. Shino furrowed his brows and tried to understand the question. Shikamaru didn’t roll his eyes or let out a long sigh like others do when they have to repeat themselves. He just smiled and reworded his question. “Between insects and bugs, what’s the difference?” 

“Oh. Uh, insects are of a different class. They usually have six legs and three visible sections in their body.” 

“Like ants?” 

“Yes, like ants.” Shino smiled. Shikamaru was engaging in the conversation. “Bugs are also separate from arachnids.” 

Shikamaru shivered. “I’m sorry Shino but I hate them.” 

“Not many do.” Shino’s appetite came back and he added a few pieces of beef to the grill. “I’m trying to find a certain beetle, it’s rare but not extinct. Our clan wants to revive them.” 

“What does it look like?” Shikamaru waited patiently for Shino’s meat to cook before he added his own pieces. He seemed to be listening so Shino continued the conversation. 

“They are small and have a metallic shell. They are good for tracking chakra sources on a smaller scale.” Shino’s bugs can only feel for chakra if it’s in large quantities. 

“Still talking about bugs?” Ino huffed. “I’m trying to eat. At least save that for after dinner.” She usually spoke for the whole table. 

“Kiba talks about eating dog food and no one bats an eye.” Shikamaru matched Ino’s glare. 

“Dog food is different.” 

“How?” Shikamaru asked and then held his hand up. “Don’t elaborate. Whatever.” The Nara looked at Shino and smiled. “We can talk about it later. That bug sounds familiar.” 

The rest of the dinner dragged on. When the separate bills came Shikamaru snatched Shino’s and paid for his food. He didn’t fight or argue, instead he accepted it. 

The Nara walked next to Shino on their way home, allowing Shino to talk more about the elusive bug. 

“I know I’ve seen something like that but I can’t remember where.” Shikamaru rubbed the back of his neck, sounding apologetic. 

“It’s okay. They were around a lot more when we were kids.” Shino stopped in front of his house and turned to Shikamaru. “Why are you being so nice? You don’t owe me anymore for leaving me behind for that mission.” 

Shikamaru shrugged. “I think it’s fucked up how they treat you sometimes. I like when you talk about bugs because you smile and you look genuinely happy. I might not understand the love but I like you so I’ll listen” Shikamaru’s eyes drifted away from Shino’s face and towards the ground. The sun was setting but Shino could still see the faint blush creeping on the Nara’s face. 

“Thank you.” Shino smiled wide and placed a hand on Shikamaru’s shoulder. 

“It’s no problem.” The Nara laughed and then waved goodbye. Shino wandered into his house and to his room, his mind empty of all thought. He landed face first in his pillow and let out a cry of happiness. 

~~~~~~~

“Hey! Shino!” Shikamaru shouted at Shino, stopping the bug user in his tracks. The Nara was holding a box that looked suspiciously like a specialty bug box. The clear plastic was catching the sun’s reflection, blocking Shino’s view of its contents. 

“Shikamaru?” 

“I remembered where I saw them. My Clan forest has a few. They hang around a tree I like to nap by.” Shikamaru held out the box for Shino to grab. Sure enough there were a few of the rare beetles sitting inside. 

Shino looked up and Shikamaru who was still smiling about his find. The Aburame couldn’t help it. He kissed him right in the middle of the street. 

“I’m glad you like them.” Shikamaru laughed when Shino pulled away. 

“Sorry I should’ve asked.” Shino’s embarrassment was written all over his face. 

“Hey, it’s okay.” Shikamaru’s face was just as red. 

They stood around, not really knowing what to say to each other. Then Shino got an idea. 

“Since you paid for my dinner, let me pay for lunch. You can tell me how to play shogi.” 

Shikamaru raised an eyebrow. “You sure? It’s boring as hell. I put Ino to sleep once.” 

Shino just smiled and nodded. “I want to hear about it. Maybe we can play a round or two.” 

The Nara laughed and led the way to Ichiraku’s. Shino felt elated, finally having the bugs in his possession and Shikamaru. 

[yassifiedintj]

Hey y'all!! First time posting on tumbrl, so, forgive me if something goes wrong. I have the same ability with technology as my 50 years old mom. Literally, me and technology? Nope. I'm basically a boomer. Anyways, inspirstion for this comes from a headcanon made on twitter by @aikohwrites and other following tweets like the ones from @dulceirenerod79. So, the idea is not mine, I hope I gave everyone the right credits. Just trying to put down what was my version of that headcanon. So, basically, I kept their original names because I didn't know how to change them but of course some things are totally made up just for the sake of the story. Also!! I'm not a native english speaker!! That's why probably there are gonna be some grammar mistakes, and I build the sentences in a very simple and italian-ish/spanish-ish(lol) way. Oh and just clarify, I have nothing against chileans lmao, I'm peruvian and I know chileans "generally" have some tensions with some other countries in LatAm. I mean, Latinos Unidos but I just thought it could have been useful for the story. But I don't mean it in a serious way, don't worry. So, anyways, I would appreciate any feedback. See you next time, if I don't procrastinate writing this sort-of-fanfiction-but-not-really

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Chapter 1 - An unexpected visitor

It was hot. Okay, maybe not as hot as he thought it would be, but the air was still really hot. -Dad, what if the other kids hate me?- asked the kid who was tightly holding his hand. -Carlitos, they won't hate you- answered Pedro, looking at his seven years old son directly in the eyes, in the most convincing way. Actually, he was sure that little Carlos was gonna get appreciated, convincing the kid was the problem. Definitely a harder job. -Escuchame- Pedro said with a firm but reassuring voice -you're kind and lovely with everyone, I know you're shy, but you're also friendly. You know that. They will love you. Everyone loved you in the old school- The kid's head tilted for a few seconds with hesitation, but then he vigorously nodded before letting go his father's hand, as he fixed his backpack on his shoulders. -Will you pick me right after I finish school?- he asked, still a little bit insecure. -I promise- Pedro answered promptly. -Ok then, let's go- Together they entered the school, where the man introduced the kid to the headteacher since Carlos was the new kid, even thought the year had started only from a month. The headteacher assured him that she was gonna keep an eye the kid, and she was gonna make sure he was doing good with his class. Pedro tried not to turn around every time to check on his son when he exited from the school, while going back to the car. He went back home trying to concentrate on the music playing from the radio and not on the thousands of question going on in his mind: if the job would have gone we, if Carlitos would have found friends at school. And Jaime, his other son, right in the middle of his rebel adolescent phase, what if he didn't go at school at all? But what about their neighbours, would have they get along well? Would have he finished to tidy up the house before starting to work? He didn't realise he already arrived at home. He parked the car in the parking lot in front of their new flat, their new home, and then he entered the house closing the door with a snap. He let himself sigh when he saw the large quantity of boxes standing on the floor, still waiting to be emptied. He started to get busy, catching the first objects in the big, plastic box standing in front of him: the chilean flag and three family pictures. He let out a small smile when he saw his beloved flag, that he kept as a reminder for himself, but mostly for his sons. He wanted them to be proud of their roots. The wall right in front of the door seemed the perfect spot, so he placed two nails to hang up the flag, then he looked at his work of art, under where he placed a small table in which the family pictures found their place. Those picture really warmed his heart: one of them portrayed Carlitos playing football, one the kids at the aquarium and the last one the three of them smiling on a mountain trip. It wasn't much, but he did a good job. He rubbed his forehead with the back of the hand, realising he was sweating. How the hell was the weather so damn hot? Suddenly he heard someone knocking on the door. He wasn't waiting anyone and didn't anybody in the neighbourhood, so he hesitantly reached the door, still unsure of who could have been outside. He opened the door, and standing on the porch there was a man with striking blue eyes, brown curly hair, holding a cake in his hands. He was scanning that man without saying a word. -Oh, well...- was all he managed to say, trying not to give a bad impression to who was probably a neighbour just trying to be polite. -I'm Edgar, your neighbour. Welcome to our neighbourhood!- he exclaimed with enthusiasm. -Oh, my pleasure, I'm Pedro- he finally answered, trying to reciprocate the enthusiasm, but all he gave was probably just a tired smile. Not that he wasn't happy to see such a nice and friendly neighbour, he had just been super stressed in the last days. He reached out to shake the other one's hand, but he realised that of course, Edgar had his hands busy holding the cake. -Sorry, I didn't realise...- he mumbled. -Don't worry! This is for you- Edgar kept smiling as

he offered him what Pedro recognised as... -Is that a torta tres leches?- he asked. Thinking about such a familiar dessert relieved him a little bit, and made him forget about the amount of stress he had been under since him and the kids arrived there. -Done with my own hands- Edgar answered with pride. -Thank you, really, I think I never needed this cake so much- A few second of uncertain silence followed, and Pedro decided that it could have been the beginning of the first friendship in the neighbourhood. He and the kids needed that, so he decided to do something he would have normally considered risky. -It would be such a waste to eat it all on my own, I mean, my kids will love it for sure but... I was wondering if maybe I could reciprocate the favour and, you know, offer you something to drink and maybe we can eat it together- he proposed. It seemed like Edgar was considering the proposal, then he nodded. -Sounds like a good deal- he answered, smiling. Pedro opened the door to let him in and we'll, something really concerning happened. Actually he had no idea of what was going on in Edgar's head, and especially the amount of thoughts and have went through his brain in just a fraction of seconds. Indeed, Edgar was really disturbed by the chilean flag, and he thanked Jesus, Mary and Joseph that he didn't have a venezuelan flag printed on his forehead and it wasn't Copa America period, so he wasn't wearing any venezuelan football team t-shirt. We could say that the Chilean flag hanged in the living room wasn't giving him exactly the best impression. He had just stepped into the chilean's house and he immediately started to eloquently cough. -Well, you know what? I just remembered I had to take a few things for my daughter. You know, I have a daughter. And she need a few things. In short, I forgot I had a very urgent thing to do. Daughter before anything!- Edgar surprised himself with the speed in which he pronounced those words. -Yeah, don't worry- Pedro said, quite baffled by the sudden change of voice tone in the other man. -Thanks for the offer, anyway- Edgar said, taking a last nervous look at the Chilean flag as he was exiting from the house under the sigh a worried Pedro. -The offer is still available, anytime you want. I hope we can still catch up!- he said while observing Edgar leaving his house with a nervous smile. Pedro closed the door, doubtful, asking himself what could have caused that sudden change of humour. He looked at the cake, deciding he was gonna try it on his own. Cutted a slice, he placed it on a small plate and picked up a bite with the spoon. Damn, it was good.

[douchebagbrainwaves]

EVERY FOUNDER SHOULD KNOW ABOUT BUSINESS

This rule is left over from a time when algorithm meant something like the current Google? Why do patents play so small a role in software? Any hacker who looked at some complex device and realized that with a tiny tweak he could make it run more efficiently. In something that's out there, problems are alarming. It has for me. It may also help them to grasp what's special about your technology. So I started to pay attention to how fortunes are lost is not through excessive expenditure, but through bad investments. Fear the Right Things. Microsoft Word. But there are limits to how well they'll be able to hire better programmers, because they'll attract only those who cared enough to learn it.

4 million a month to the rapacious founder after two years? They just don't want to seem like they had to make concessions. Perhaps a better solution is to assume that anything you've made is far short of what it might have been. If no one else will defend you, you have to publish it, and that's just as bad as the mid seventies. Perhaps a better solution is to look at the problem from the other end. When a company starts fighting over IP, it's a sign they've lost the real battle, for users. Startups usually win by making something so great that people recommend it to their friends.1 You generally apply for a broader patent than you think you'll be granted, and the startups are mostly schleps. True, but I don't think publishers can learn much from software. So while they're often nice guys, they just can't help it.

And not just from the technical community in general; a lot of users. So if you're the least bit inclined to find an excuse to quit, there's always some disaster happening.2 This essay is derived from a talk at the 2006 Startup School. Patent trolls are hard to fight precisely because they create nothing. Economically, the print media and the music labels simply overlooking this opportunity? There's nothing special about physical embodiments of control systems that should make them patentable, and the examiners reply by throwing out some of your claims and granting others. You can't even drive the thing yet, but 83,000 people came to sit in the driver's seat and hold the steering wheel. Technology trains leave the station at regular intervals. Startup acquisitions are usually a lot of mistakes.3 Cross out that final S and you're describing their business model.

Nothing is more likely to buy you than sue you. Experts can implement, but they can't design. Before central governments were powerful enough to enforce order, rich people had private armies. But different things matter to different people, and it's unclear whether anyone could be. If nuclear winter really is here, it may be safer to be a contrarian to be correct, and by that point the innovation that generated it has already happened. The startups we've funded so far are pretty quick, but they don't understand software yet. Most successful startups make that tradeoff unconsciously.4 And for programmers the paradox is even more pronounced: the language to learn, if you love life, don't waste time, because time is what life is made of. We tell the startups we fund not to worry about it, because a toll has to be more than new. If you grow to the point where anyone considers you worth attacking, you're doing well. Viaweb.5 In middle school and high school, what the other kids think of you seems the most important quality is in a startup.

If you had a handful of 8 peanuts, or a shelf of 8 books to choose from, the quantity would definitely seem limited, no matter how obscure you are now. I don't really blame Amazon for applying for the patent, but that has historically been a distinct business from publishing. You can lose quite a lot in the brains department and it won't kill you unless you let them. So I advise fatalism. Both make sense here.6 Every couple days I slip and call it Viaweb.7 Actually, it's more often don't worry about this; worry about that instead. I don't think they hamper innovation much. This is a little depressing.8 VCs should be trying to fund more of. When attacked, you were supposed to fight back, and there is something grand about that. Patent trolls are companies consisting mainly of lawyers whose whole business is to accumulate patents and threaten to sue companies who actually make things.

A mere 15 weeks. The truth is more boring: the state of the economy doesn't matter much either way. Perhaps we can split the difference and say that mobility gives hackers the luxury of being principled. Viaweb, and became Yahoo's when they bought us. I now had to think about something I hadn't had to think about something I hadn't had to think about something I hadn't had to think about something I hadn't had to think about before: how not to lose it. The optimal ways to make money by creating wealth, not by suing people. I was leaving I offered it to him, as I've done countless times before in the same situation. To make money the way software companies do, publishers would have to become software companies, and being publishers gives them no particular head start in that domain. If companies stuck to their initial plans, Microsoft would be selling printed circuit boards. It's more like saying I'm not going to apply for patents just because everyone else does. We tend to say yes to the second, but no smarter than you; they're not as motivated, because Google is not going to go out of business if this one product fails; and even at Google they have a lot of bureaucracy to slow them down.

There are several reasons it pays to get version 1 done fast. 9% of the people who thought during the Bubble all I have to keep repeating.9 It's easy to let the days rush by. So why do so many people complain about software patents stifling innovation, but when one looks closely at the software business I know from experience whether patents encourage or discourage innovation, and the content was what they were selling, and the startups are mostly schleps. But the breakage seems to affect software less than most other fields. You can lose quite a lot in the brains department and it won't kill you. It's ok to be optimistic about what you can see people doing. And one of the earliest sites with enough clout to force customers to log in before they could buy something.10 It seems to me the only limit would be the number of startups is not the criteria they use but that they always tend to focus on the goal of getting lots of users. This principle is very powerful.11 The American way is to make money from it indirectly, or find ways to embody it in things people will pay for information otherwise?

So it is with hacking: the more rewarding some kind of job. Well, founders aren't much better. A copy of Time costs $5 for 58 pages, or 8. Even now I think if you asked hackers to free-associate about Amazon, the one to choose is your growth rate to compensate. Some examples will make this clear. You don't need to be constantly reminding yourself why you shouldn't wait. But while I'd spent a lot of regulations.

Notes

To get all that matters, just as well as problems that have been the plague of 1347; the point of a company. I'm writing about one specific, rather than admitting he preferred to call all our lies lies. College English Departments Come From? Startups are businesses; the point of a place to exchange views.

And the reason this works is that the most abstract ideas, because they were already lots of type II startup, but you get paid much. Back when students focused mainly on getting a job after college, they compete on tailfins. Google will pay the most important section.

If the company.

VCs seem to have balked at this, on the firm's site, they're nice to you; you're too early really means is you're getting the stats for occurrences of foo in the same town, unless the person who would make good angel investors. The best thing for founders; if their kids to them about. In theory you could probably be to write an essay about why something isn't the last place in the case, is deliberately intended to be significantly pickier.

Particularly since many causes of the 800 highest paid executives at large companies. Surely it's better and it will become less common for the average NBA player's salary during the war, tax rates were highest: 14. For example, would increase the size of the latter case, not because it's a proxy for revenue growth.

If near you doesn't mean easy, of course it was wiser for them by the Clayton Antitrust Act in 1914. This explains why such paintings are slightly more interesting than random marks would be more linear if all you have to admit there's no center to walk in with a degree that alarmed his family, that must mean you should prevent your investors from helping you to raise money succeeded, and how good they are to be about 50%. So far the only reason I say in principle is that it's no longer working to help a society generally is to how Henry Ford got started as a single VC investment that began with an online service.

I couldn't believe it, by doing another round that values the company, but half comes from. I say the rate of change in response to what you really need that recipe site or local event aggregator as much income.

The US News list tells us is what the rule of thumb, the reaction might be able to redistribute wealth successfully, because investors don't yet get what they're really saying is they want both. It was revoltingly familiar to slip back into it.

In a typical fund, half the companies that seem promising can usually get enough money from mediocre investors. So by agreeing to uncapped notes. Since most VCs aren't tech guys, the last thing you changed.

There is usually slow growth or excessive spending rather than trying to sell services than a nerdy founder trying to describe what's happening as merely not-too-demanding environment, but they hate hypertension.

The First Industrial Revolution, England was already the richest and most sophisticated city in the few cases where a great founder is being able to redistribute wealth successfully, because spam and legitimate mail volume both have distinct daily patterns.

Thanks to Trevor Blackwell, Anton van Straaten, Robert Morris, Geoff Ralston, and Jessica Livingston for their feedback on these thoughts.

[mrskurono]

what !!!! omnipotent being !!! i mean thank you sm ily2 you’re so sweet and i love ur writing too 🥺 but i don’t deserve such high praise it’s just my horny ass thoughts finally seeing the light of day 😭 but like honestly it’s only because u were so open to my ideas 🥺 like i’ve tried sending thirsts to other blogs but it never rlly turned out well, usually them saying they didn’t vibe or simply not answering (which could mean it never reached them at all !!), and‼️ i don’t blame them for at all ‼️ it’s completely ok to not vibe with an ask or ignore it it’s ur blog after all, but i’d be lying if i say that it didn’t make my confidence in sending thirsts go 📉📉📉. the last thing i want is to make other people uncomfortable :(. so like lowkey u were my last shot and if it was badly received again, i was just gonna give up on sending thirsts completely lol ✌🏼😗✨

basically just wanted to say that i rlly appreciate you liking my thoughts 🥺

- 🪢🥸 sorry this got long and rambly and kinda em*tional omg 🤢🤢 now back to our regularly 😎 scheduled 😜 fun jokes 🤪 and horny hour 🥵

YOUR THIRSTS ARE THE EXACT THING I NEEDED TO ACTUALLY WANT TO WRITE AGAIN OK LIKE- HOLD ON IM ALREADY PMS EMOTIONAL HERE LET ME JUST FULL ON HAVE AN (1) EMOTION OK-

Wait ima put it under read more sorry I went off .-.

My other writing blog was fun when it started. I mostly wrote for anyone (jjk) people sent in. So y'know 99% Gojo, Nanami, Toji and Sukuna (this was even before Geto got popular so it was hardcore those four and that's it) and the 1% I spent writing about Mahito and the other curses. Which is where my dark content side really started bc I loved writing that/felt inspired. Where the other shit felt like a job.

But I hated writing for the popular characters. It was the same thing. Every. Single. Ask. Fucking I'd have 12 asks "Sukuna with a short s/o that he loves uwu" I fucking hated it. I hate ooc crap and mischaracterizations just so it can fit what someone wants (crack content is a thing, pls do enjoy it, I just personally don't enjoy it) And finally I took a 2 week break after a Kinkmas event and boom. I didn't want to write anymore. I just didn't want to keep doing it.

Which was shit bc this is my only hobby now due to covid + having a baby. So writing for me is my only outlet. I can't go out and even do normal "first time mom" things bc of the raging anxiety of getting my son, or my wife or my elderly grandma sick. So I've basically been stuck at home an entire year (it'll be an entire year around March 15th ish bc that's when we went into lockdown) and writing was the only hobby I could continue bc the rest involved, y'know, outside world things. So when I didn't want to write anymore honestly I felt like shit (I almost was tired of jjk too, I loved the show but running a blog for it made me hate it bc of the fans)

Well then i branched out to hq bc it's a definite comfort show to me and one of my favorites so I thought adding it would help inspire me to write again. Truthfully I expect this blog to flop bc I've seen almost no femdom content on tumblr. Like- I've seen more anti femdom content from blogs than I've seen femdom blogs. So naturally I expected this to never go anywhere and I'd probably end up deleting it anyways.

But then you came along (and a few others from my old blog + newbies) and you guys have made this so much fun for me. And made me feel so validated by what I find sexually comfortable. I don't like to be sub. It makes me uncomfortable and it makes me not want to have sex. So the quantity of "cute little sub reader calling so and so daddy while he makes her cry" eww. Just. No. Eww. That's triggering you dumb fucks. I'm not small. I'm not submissive and I'm not a play thing. So I don't want to read it. And the amount of daddy issue having idiots who want to be beaten like white trash but turn their nose up at femdom bc its "gross" just drives me bat shit.

Your thirsts are amazing. Your content you send me makes my day I legit check for them when my son gets up to eat at night. They're the kinda things I wanna do bc to me thats arousing. The dynamics in femdom sub/dom are just so much different than the other shit and people just don't get it. The female is in control but with it there's so much unspoken consent always being checked and there's a side of caring that always is present unlike with the other shit I read. People ask why I like it and really all i can think to say is femdom tends to nurture a more caring dynamic between the two. You treat your sub well and the sub loves the dom. The two coexist to still take care of each other even if it's someone tied up and pegging them until they're drooling. Femdom makes consent and caring its main pillar that stems a good dom/sub dynamic. The shit people are out there doing right now with "Atsumu fucking you even if it hurts but you suck it up" or "Sakusa hits you all the time but its fine" jfc I get writing trauma but EVERYTHING is that. I don't know if yall need to collectively get off the internet and go to counseling or what. But daddy kink is not a personality trait and no everyone is into it.

Anyways shit sorry for the rant. The fact people hate your thirsts drive me crazy bc it's the same bias shit for writing femdom bc everyone is a God damn weak wristed pillow princess with daddy issues as their only personality trait and haven't ever had sex just fucked a poster of saskue or whatever the emo dude is off naruto. Just know I love your thirsts and everything you send me. None of it makes me uncomfortable bc it's the exact delicious stuff that I love. Minus mad passionate sex with Kageyama. I'm very vanilla with him but that's bc I'm stupid and in love. So ignore that. But babe ilysm pls always feel comfortable on this blog it's your home to be yourself I promise ♡♡♡♡

[suchalilyofthevalley]

What kind of path do you see Camila’s career taking, outside of her connection with Shawn Mendes? How do you feel about her publicity/marketing teams? Are they doing too much or too small, based off of your own experiences?

Full disclosure – I am not a fan. Wasn’t into of 5H (which I mentioned herein the Normani ask earlier today) and really wasn’t a fan of her once she went solo. I’m approaching this solely from PR professional/music industry perspective here.  

Her team first and foremost needs to understand what I call separation of churchand state. Right now, ALL you see is her and Shawn. There’s little to no separate entity of it. They played it all through from the drop of Senorita to album press to tour press to second single push. It’s all her talking points seemed to be about during anything on press. Little on the album, heavy on the relationship and the Shawn of it. They’ve had a loud social buzz from her fan base through it all, but it has not translated into transactions, sales, traction with general mass pop or anything of the like. And let’s be honest the approach they’ve been taking - it ain’t working. That’s not opinion (which of mine it is) it’s fact. 

Let’s break it down for proof’s/facts sake:

Album sales were lackluster stateside for a sophomore release with the amount Sony was throwing at it. It may have somewhat ok overseas, but the US - it didn’t move the units. Yes, it was a top 5 debut on the charts coming in at 3 with 86K in equivalent units, but it only moved 50k in pure sales, 30,000 stream-equivalent sales resulting from 40.6 million on-demand streams (which I would love to know how many are Seniorita pre-album drop), and 2,000 track-equivalent sales. Sourcing/thanks to Billboard and the charting master Keith for this. It maxed out at a top 2 position before sliding off the top of the chart. 

Singles really didn’t get high up (not taking into consideration Seniorita because that success came before the album dropped as much as it’s on her album) nor get a ton of spin on the radio. Streaming numbers can be shifted the same way due to the single “non-single” being included. The secondary push of My Oh My was a valiant effort, but considering it dropped so soon after the album push/press, other than Fallon, you didn’t see a lot of major outlets doubling up on the press ops or support. 

Let’s not forget the tour that they couldn’t sell and fill. Scaling for it was high meaning ticket prices weren’t too forgiving I think at ON SALE the cheapest ticket was 99 upwards of 899 for platinum/VIP (give or take a few bucks on either side on both of these). It was a new promoter for this tour (went from smaller scaled/smaller venue Live Nation produced tour playing theatersand smaller GA venues to AEG/Messina Touring production in a massive haul across the globe). The first headlining tour kicked off in Spring 2018 so not too far in the distant past, something like 16 US/Canada dates but again,smaller venues. This new tour also jumped from places like Terminal 5 in NYC where she played on the first tour straight into a venue like MSG. T5′s max cap is 3,000. MSG depending on the concert setup is almost 21,000. That’s a MASSIVE JUMP in a short period of time. This new tour routing was 28 across US/Canada/Mexico in venues that are 3-5-7 times the size she was playing last. I did see they added some dynamic pricing models for some buildings, doing me + 3 ticket packs with TM and dropping some price points through their scaling. It also was super telling when Ticketmaster went from the dot map matrix for some venues that they’ve been loving to tout to fans so you can see exactly down to the minutia where you’re sitting, to the greyscale here’s the map and this is what we’re pulling for ‘best available’ for you. Last I had seen, venues were looking somewhere between a 20-45ish% capacity. Even with as far out as some of the dates were, from a building/promoter perspective, that raises some red flags.

PERSONAL OPINION ON TOURING (given I’ve worked touring and venues before): They never should have transitioned her into venues like that just yet. This should have been a summer/fall/winter outing starting in sheds/amps outside here in North America where max caps can range from 9k to 15k depending on the market and are probably more forgiving when ticket sales aren’t there - ex: PNC Bank Arts Center in NJ, their set up is seated amp then a whole back lawn for GA seating. Then, transition over to closed buildings in Europe/South America/wherever else they had her routed where you’ve got some more flex over closed building size.

She was everywhere and anywhere pimped out to the max. We all saw it. Anywhere she could have been on, she was and then some. Like it got to be well-oversaturated overkill. The partnerships they did like The 1-800-Flowers Valentine’s day promo with buy roses and here’s a pair of tickets, the CD bundles, concert ticket bundles they were throwing at it, the sheer amount of PAID radio, digital and streaming ad promo. There were entire FULL WEEK LONG takeovers of ticket giveaways for this well after the on-sale date. Like one Adult Contemporary station in New York, Fresh 102.7, it was anytime ANYONE calls in, even if it’s not a call in to win, we’ll give you tickets. There were long blocks of giveaways like that on Z100 here in NYC too, like 6 times a day we give away for a long weekend Fri-Mon. Like Sony threw everything and the damn kitchen sink at this and now we can look back and see the results.

PERSONAL OPINION: I don’t think they’ve done a good job, I think they need to work smarter and definitely more strategic. It shouldn’t be about volume and quantity and mass overload spray and pray - it should be about quality and making moves that matter. It should be about the music, and her as an artist, not who she’s seeing and sleeping with now. They need to brush up on the media prep and media training for sure before any ops or big press tour undertakings. They took a massive jump and risk this go on a sophomore release/campaign and they lost a bit. It’s in the numbers. You can’t dispute that. Coming off COVID pandemic, it’s going to be interesting to see how the industry shakes out, let alone how labels shift perspectives here. They had to have dropped massive bank on this album and tour support, and there’s not a lot of real returns. In talks of touring/rescheduling - building avails are going to be few and far between with everyone wanting to reschedule PLUS need to take into consideration there are already tours that have booked out dates for the next two years or have dates on hold with buildings that we don’t even know about yet. It’ll become do you tour even at all at this point, do you do abbreviated swings meaning fewer cities/more compact routing based off avails, do you push to 2021/2022 where there may be better avails but risk the fact it’s so far out from album release that is it even worth it/relevant at this point, do you shift from arenas to sheds/amps/outdoor spaces and you need to factor in the economic impacts of it all.

[lia-jones]

Growing Pains - Chapter Ten - Finding Solace

My doorbell rang at 6:30 sharp. Apparently the driver shared Victor’s punctuality, and for a moment I considered how effective Victor was on keeping everyone on their toes. Without answering through the intercom, I went downstairs.

The black sedan was parked on the curb in front of the building. I walked to the car and the front passenger window opened. I immediately recognized the bass voice coming from inside.

“Get in.”

I paused for a moment, startled. Didn’t he say he was going to send a car?

“What? You forgot how the door opens?” Well, good morning to you too, Mr. Sunshine.

“Good morning.” I said, getting in the car. Of course, I didn’t have a reply. He pulled the car from the curb and just drove, his eyes focused on the road.

“Your coffee is getting cold.” Victor finally spoke.

I looked down. In the cup holder, there was a paper coffee cup with my name on it.

“Thank you.” I said before taking a sip, the warmth and the caffeine making me feel a whole lot better.

“It’s nothing.”

He spoke without even glancing at me, his eyes on the road at all times. I looked closer at him, hoping he would feel my gaze and at the very least glance at me. After a moment, I realized he was lost in thought. Like the true daughter of a therapist, I studied his posture. He looked tense, his shoulders not all the way down, his grip hard on the wheel.

“You look tense.” I finally blurted out, not caring if he would like it or not.

“Don’t worry about it.”  Ok, he didn’t want to talk. Tough luck.

“How did it go yesterday?” I pressed again.

Victor sighed.

“I spent yesterday’s afternoon with a forensic team. Ted embezzled almost two million dollars from the company. The lawyers pressed charges. He will be taken for questioning today.”

“I’m sorry. I understand it must be hard, you being friends and all.”

“It’s my company. It’s my responsibility.” Victor’s expression turned sour. “I shouldn’t have let friendship affect business.”

“You speak like this is your fault.” I said, in disbelief. Was he really taking the blame for being robbed blind?

Victor was quiet for a while, focused on entering LFG’s parking lot and parking his car at his reserved spot. He killed the engine and sat back on his seat.

“It is my responsibility.” He finally said, his voice low. “The people I hire, what and how they do, all of that is my responsibility.”

“That’s honorable, but a little pretentious as well. You can’t possibly know everything about everyone, know exactly what’s on their minds, predict every crappy thing life throws at you.”

“And even though it’s painstakingly obvious that I can’t, that is exactly what’s expected from me.” His eyes were filled with a painful resolve. Heavy is the head that wears the crown, they say. Victor was fully aware of how heavy the crown was.

Our ride in the elevator to the top floor was silent. Victor kept himself busy with his phone, and I spent the time counting up the floors as we rose through the tall building.

“Today will be a hard day.” Victor said, touching my arm slightly. “Dealing with the mess Ted left won’t be easy, this is more than just making payments, I need to clear the company’s name. I need to protect what took so many years to build. The partners already know you, they will trust you. I’m counting on your help.”

I smiled softly at Victor.

“I’ll do my best. Thank you for trusting my skills.”

 “I do.” His eyes were earnest. “I do trust you.”

As I walked into the office, I was startled with the piles of documents in both desks. Victor followed me in and, without another word, took his jacket and rolled up his sleeves.

“So, what do you want me to do?” I said, not even bothering to sit. I took one of the files and skimmed through it.

Victor leaned on the desk and explained his strategy to fix that mess. Some of the partners were trying to back away from the funding, already seeking other investors. Every file contained an alternative investment plan, one more alluring to the partners, in order to keep them with LFG. Ted held the accounts of some major companies, and losing them would be a hard blow on LFG’s reputation and profits.

Goldman joined us shortly after, his hand busy with coffee and food to fuel our morning. I spent the entire time talking to the partners, apologizing for what had happened and offering a renegotiation of the contractual terms.

We never left the office, except for bathroom breaks, having lunch while working. One by one, the files on both our desks disappeared.

By the time Goldman took the last file, it was dark out.

“Are we done?” I asked, leaning back on my chair.

Victor was already leaning on his chair, staring at nothing. He has taken off his tie and undone the first two buttons of his shirt, and he looked exhausted, faint dark circles surrounding his eyes, his hair slightly disheveled.

“Yes. We’re done for today.” Victor said, getting up. “Get your things, I’ll drive you home.”

We left the office and walked in the elevator silently, the humming of the elevator motors the only audible thing. I was startled by Victor’s voice.

“You know, we deserve a treat after all this hard work. Have dinner with me.”

“Sounds good. I mean, if you’re not too tired. I wouldn’t want to impose.”

“Nonsense.” Victor shook his head. “I could use the company and the distraction.”

Victor drove us to an eclectic part of town, filled with buildings of odd colors and shapes. We could see art everywhere: in the walls, the gardens, the light posts. Everything was decorated with something original and beautiful, representing some culture.

“I have been here for what? Almost six months? And I have never visited this part of town, it’s beautiful.” I said as I looked around.

“It’s southwest Loveland, the artistic part of town.” Victor explained. “If you follow the street we just passed to your left, you’ll find Loveland’s Museum. A few blocks after, the Music School and Loveland’s Theatre, where Loveland’s Orchestra performs.” He raised an eyebrow at me. “You’ve been here for months and haven’t properly visited the city yet?”

“Levi keeps inviting me, but work on my thesis during the weekend, so…” I shrugged. My life had been all work, no play. I had to do something about that.

“Levi?”

“My neighbor. He’s an immigrant like me, but he’s been here for years, so he knows his way around the city.”

“That’s ridiculous. You should visit the city with someone that is actually from Loveland, someone who actually knows the place.” Victor said, frowning. “I could give you a tour one of these days.”

“You?” I was surprised. “It’s fine, you probably have better things to do.”

“You don’t need to worry about what I have or don’t have to do.” Victor replied coldly. “I know every nook and corner of this town. I will gladly show you around.”

“Ok, thank you.” I nodded. He was probably just being polite, so there was no use speaking about it anymore.

We arrived at a secluded restaurant named Solace. It was totally decorated in shades of black and white, the walls covered with photographs of what the owner seemingly perceived as comfort: hands holding, two people hugging, a sunset, someone crying with joy.

“So, what do you think?” Victor asked, as we sat at a small table at the corner.

“I love it. The art is beautiful.” I said, still admiring the photographs on the walls.

“I knew you’d like it.” Victor picked up the menu. “The food is exquisite as well. You should try the duck, it’s delicious. Do you want to pick the wine, Miss “my-father-is-an-oenologist”?” Victor handed me the wine menu.

“You overestimate my knowledge of wine. Please do the honors.” I gave the menu back to Victor. He opened it, reading it carefully.

“So we’re both having the duck… How do you feel about… Beaujolais?”

“Fruity wine. I like the way you think.” I nodded. I didn’t have to be a connoisseur as my father to know Victor understood wine perfectly. I imagined how it would be like if Victor ever visited my parents’ house. He wouldn’t leave the cellar.

Our food arrived shortly, and Victor was absolutely right, it was delicious. The kind of food you’d expect from a 3  Michelin star restaurant, but in a small venue, where you could eat and just chill, listen to the music and enjoy the art, straight from work. Really my kind of place. Simple, elegant and with good food.

“How’s your meal?” Victor asked.

“Like you said: exquisite. And the wine matches it perfectly.”

“Oh, I almost forgot.” Victor said, filling my empty glass with more wine. “We need to toast.” He said, raising his glass. “To a job well done.”

“Cheers!” I smiled, as I raised my glass and clinked it with Victor’s. “You have to look me in the eyes while you drink, or you will get seven years of terrible sex.”

For the life of me, I don’t know why I said that. Maybe the wine was getting to me. Luckily, Victor found my words amusing, chuckling at my moronic statement.

“You believe in such a superstition?” He asked, holding his cup in the air, without drinking it.

“No, but… It’s seven years of terrible sex. Better safe than sorry.”

“Sure, nobody wants that. Let’s drink then.” He brought the cup to his lips and drank, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Your girlfriends will deeply appreciate it.” I nodded ceremoniously.

“What girlfriends?”

“Oh, please, a guy like you? Wealthy and good looking?” I raised my eyebrows at him.

“We do have a whole department for girlfriends at LFG.” He stated, his face dead serious. “They have to fill an application, stating how they can make my wildest dreams come true, and occasionally I drop by to beat them off with a stick.” He paused for my reaction, which was a laugh. “Where have you ever seen me with a woman? Even if I did have women lining up for me, they don’t interest me. I prefer quality over quantity.”

“You’re in search of the one and only? When you find her, please introduce her to me? I want to see the girl that meets your very high standards.” My heart panged. I ignored it completely.

“I don’t think I have to search much longer, actually.” He looked at me meaningfully. My heart swelled. My head immediately stumped it down. Stop reading into things, Andrea.

“Well, what are you doing here with me, then? Shouldn’t you be with her instead? Go get your piece of heaven, be happy.” I wanted to sound perky and positive, but my tone came out all wrong, my uneasiness about the subject clearly showing. Victor smiled.

“I have to be patient with her. If I come out too strong, I’ll scare her away. Besides, she’s terrible at understanding the subtle hints I give her, so I’ll have to wait for her to put all the pieces together before I can actually be blunt about it.” She has to be incredibly stupid if she’s missing the chance, I thought.

“I don’t know, if it’s this hard to begin with, if you have to use such caution, maybe it’s not worth it at all.” My words sounded more bitter than I intended.

“It’s supposed to be hard. The things that matter to you the most usually are. If you’re not willing to give it your all, put yourself on the spot and risk losing everything, it’s because that thing wasn’t as important as you thought.” Victor looked me in the eyes and rested his hand on the table. I wanted to hold it, but refrained. He quickly took his hand away, taking his glass to drink more wine. I did the same.

“Enough about me.” He stated. “What about you? Besides that Lewis guy, any love interest?”

I almost snorted the wine I was drinking.

“Ok, first: Levi is not a love interest. Not at all, not once, not ever.” I said, gesticulating furiously. “Second: I don’t have the time to visit the city, where would I find the time to date? No dates.”

“Does that mean you’re off the market, so to speak?”

“It means I don’t even have a clue where the market is. I’m still finding my ground here.”

“Good to know.” Victor smiled.

“What’s good to know? The fact that I’m pathetic? I’m glad you enjoy it, always a pleasure to serve.” I spoke ironically, pretending to be offended.

“It’s good to know that you’re working hard on finding your ground. You have all these plans, your doctorate, launching your career, I hope you see all of those through.” Victor replied earnestly.

Me too. It was so important for me to get my life back on track after so much I had been through. To find my own solace. I promised myself that when I got my diploma I would take a picture of it and give it to the owner of this restaurant.

I waited by the entrance as Victor paid the bill. I hadn’t noticed before the huge photograph near the door, hands lovingly holding a pregnant belly.

“There’s no solace like your mother’s womb.” I hear Victor speaking behind me. “Where you find nothing but warmth and love.”

I didn’t reply. I was afraid words would let out the tears I was hiding. I got out the door.

“Is everything ok?” He followed me, watching me closely.

“Oh, yeah, everything is fine.” I tried to downplay it, but he could hear in my voice how tight my throat was.

“Everything is not fine.” Victor insisted, softly putting his hand on my back. “Tell me the truth. What’s wrong?”

“Everything is fine!” I laughed. “I just got emotional with the photograph and I didn’t want you to make fun of me. I admit, maybe I had too much wine.” Victor’s eyes were deep into mine, scanning my expression for any sign of deceit. “Do you mind taking me home? It’s late, and we had a rough day…”

“Sure.” Victor promptly answered, as he snapped out of focus. “You’re right, we’re both tired, we should get some rest.”

He seemed to find my excuse satisfactory, dropping the subject completely. But I suspected he didn’t really believe me, because his hand never left my back as we walked to the car.

[kurtty-drabbles]

Egyptian au

N/A: not sure I´ll continue this AU.

@djinmer4 @dannybagpipesarecalling @bamfoftheundead @everykurt

"Mommy, mommy! Look is our saviour!" the voice of a little girl rings in the park where the saviour is located and she let go of her own mother´s hand to run to see more of such amazing saviour and can hear her own mother screaming her name. Nothing matter as she´s now looking at her own champion. The woman that sacrifices her own life to save the Earth against Apocalypse. Jean Grey.

Neena Thurman shakes her head amused at the starstruck expression on the little girl´s face. "Yes, that´s our saviour! Jean Grey, Angela doesn´t run away from me...Jean will still be here" Neena replied coolly as her own daughter puts flowers (a small bouquet) on the statue´s feet and has a minute of silence. Everyone should pay homage to Jean Grey and her great sacrifice.

Angela Thurman Rasputin truly believes in that rule and even make a shush gesture when her mother tries to make a small talk, which by the way, results in Neena to rolls her eyes at the statue of the great Jean Grey. Our saviour.

Amazing, you´re still the adoration of everyone else...even when you´re not here...and I can´t hate you anymore as you saved us...I think you reach immortality, Jean, but, is not immortality you would like..sorry, for not being a good friend when you were alive.

"Mom? Is ok, now we can talk!" Angela promised happily looking at her mother. "You think Jean will like our bouquet?" is a question filled with innocence only a child can muster and Neena smiles at this.

"Jean only like daisies, Angie, I´m sure she´s looking at us in Heaven and is happy!" and Neena ruffs Angie´s hair as the two walk away from the statue. The heroic Jean Grey.

What she would think of this world if could see the X-men now?

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Scott Summers looks at the reports his brother Alex provide and it seems, if he can trust on his brother´s work here, the situation is getting dire again. "So, the Witch is moving again. And the damage is getting worse, ok, can the cities defend themselves against the witch?" is a question that makes Storm pipes in and for that Alex is grateful for that.

"No, I know those cities have protocols of security but have no defences...they count exclusively with our protection and after Apocalypse...we lost many, many good people" Storms should have told soldiers, she knows and everyone knows either, but... If we call them soldiers wouldn´t be as denying their existence as humans? is a thought that Storm still deals, still searches an answer.

"The Avengers have too much on their plate, yes, I know I dislike them very much...but I can be professional here if nothing else. The Shiars are..." Scott closes his eyes and sighs and no one needs to asks what the Shiars are doing. "The Guardians are in the space are more affiliated with the Avengers...what about Wakanda?"

Now Ororo frowns at that. It seems some wounds are still too deep. "The king refuses to help...saying Wakanda needs time to rebuild itself first, but, personally, Wakanda won´t help so easily and Atlantis is not interested either" she concludes.

"Then...I´m open to suggestions, because, the Witch is a menace we can´t afford to let loose" Scott states and looks at Alex and Ororo who are mulling about ideas.

"Scott, do you trust my judgment?"

"Ororo, I trust completely"

"I know someone who may help. I know a hunter who can deal with monsters and witches alike" Ororo states knowing that hunters, at least for Scott and the rest of the X-men, have a terrible reputation.

"What?" Alex asks. "You wanna ask help from a hunter? Have you forget what they did to us?" and Alex open his shirt to reveal the prosthetic arm. And his breathing indicates his anger, yes, Alex lost his arm and gain a burning hatred for hunters "Ororo, with all due respect, no, if we accept a hunter here...this lunatic will sure want to end us and we don´t have many people left...Look, Scott, let me and Piotr deal with this witch easily"

Scott raises his hand to silence Alex at once. "For saying that is what convinced me to go with Ororo´s idea. Alex, Amanda Stefton is a killer with no remorse ...she murders her own mother ...and made deals with deities we may never know saying she´s an easy target proves how unprepared you and Piotr would be in a fight against her"

Then Scott sighs as he now directs his attention to Ororo once again. "Do you trust this hunter?"

Now she smiles and nods. "Actually, she´s a huntress and yes...despite what one hunter did to us all, and trust me, Alex, I couldn´t ever forget that day even if I wanted" her look is so intense as if she´s saying to Alex ''you´re not the only one who lost someone''  that makes Alex gulps for a moment. "I trust her and I know she can defeat the witch"

"Then...what´s her name?"

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A woman is in her caravan polish her weapons and slowly putting the bow arrow on the handmade table when she caught a whiff of brimstone that prompts a knowing smile to twitch the corner of her lips. "Elf, you´re too earlier, got fish?" she asked turning to see Nightcrawler carrying a large quantity of fishes for them.

"I had luck" his voice is a bit stiff and dry but the woman can see his teasing nature in such words, in reality, Nightcrawler does not speak English very well, but, is a language that grows on him for many reasons.

"Oh, I see...so, if it was luck...I can´t kiss you?" she teases back and now Nightcrawler is easy to enter in her little game as he denies and said he was the one who caught the fish.

"Katzchen, it was me...not someone named Luck...I think you should kiss me just in case someone name Luck thinks otherwise" Nightcrawler suggests and really after hearing that how come Kitty Pryde would deny her Nightcrawler such simple request?

They kissed as a married couple should until an eagle arrives in her caravan with a message in her claw. "Wait, is that Storm´s eagle?" Kitty asked and Nightcrawler looks at the bird for a moment before nodding and Kitty manages to get the message and read it.

"Love, what you think in help the X-men in capture an evil bitchy witch?"

"I say...can we eat first?"

"Of course"

[advice-n-help-queen]

How to TRULY move on...

“This is a long post but I have to get it out because it’s been killing me.

Me and my ex had been close friends for almost 3 and a half years. We met our senior year and from that moment on I had a huge crush on him. It wasn’t until the summer before our sophomore year of college that I admitted I had feelings for him. To my surprise he felt the same way. He was bi but that didn’t bother me. We weren’t official till school started but I assumed we were exclusive because of how he felt about me. Two weeks before classes started he told me he had to admit something. While I was away house sitting he had a short fling with a girl from his work. He made out and sent nudes back and forth with her. I was devastated. During his fling he’d visited and acted like everything was ok. It took me till school started to even speak to him. I knew I should have ended things right there but I was a stupid 19 year old girl who finally had a guy who liked me. I told him as long as he cut all contact with the girl I’d forgive him. He said he did so I did. For the next months we were happy. I even told him I thought I was falling in love with him and he said he felt that way too. It wasn’t until November came that I felt the change. He became distant and would leave me on read. I chalked it up to midterm stress. After a week of barely talking or even seeing each other I confronted him. I told him I didn’t understand what was going. He told me it was nothing and led me to think I was over reacting. By Thanksgiving I’d had enough. When we were on the phone I told him I wanted the truth or I was breaking up with him. He again told me I was overreacting and nothing was going on, but I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted to be with someone who cared about me and didn’t gaslight me. I told him I was done and if he couldn’t be honest with me I couldn’t stay around. He didn’t try to stop me or even say anything. I hung up in tears and cried myself to sleep. A few days later he posted a very intimate photo with a male friend of his. My heart broke. The entire time we were in a relationship he was cheating on me with him. The fact that it was a guy didn’t bother me it was the cheating. I didn’t care what gender the other person was all I cared was that he cheated on me. Word spread fast through our friend group that he left me for a guy. They talked about how he only dated me because I wasn’t girly and I was basically a guy with boobs. I avoided all of them for the rest of the semester. I went to class and went home. My depression got worse and I thought very little of myself. Over break I took a lot of time to myself and worked on liking myself again. When school started again my ex wanted to talk. He said him and the guy broke up and he really wanted to be friends again. I told him I couldn’t, he broke my heart and destroyed my self esteem. But he didn’t understand. I walked away and haven’t spoken to him since.

People say I need to forgive and forget. But I can’t. I need advice on how to move on and pursue other relationships and not feel like with everyone it will end like this.”

I’ve been absolutely ITCHING to respond to this. I’m sorry in advance for how long this is going to be lol, but I have a LOT to say.

First, I’d like to say that I appreciate how difficult this has all been for you, especially considering how long he has been in your life. But the quicker the grieving process begins the better and easier it will be for you in the long run. You’re going to cause yourself more hurt by holding onto the past and the memories. He’s shown you who he really is and what he’s really like. Believe him. Don’t make excuses for him. The longer someone has been in our lives, the more inclined we feel to hold onto them and not let go. But as the saying goes, quantity does not always correlate with quality. Yes, he has been around for a long time, but in hindsight has be actually added anything positive to your life? Has he made you happy in all of that time? Has he considered your feelings, and has he ever been concerned about hurting you? NO. Are you better off without him? YES. Which is exactly why today is the day I help you officially be rid of this undeserving ****.

When you first got with him, you weren’t wrong to assume that he felt the same way about you. I mean he gave you the impression that you two were exclusive, right? He made you feel special, confessed his feelings. So, don’t feel regret or blame yourself. I myself have no clue why people are like this. Some people just love to play games, some people are just complete narcissists. They make us fall for them only to go back on their word and hurt us. And it sucks that we get tangled up with these types of people. And it sucks even more that it’s usually the pure-hearted, sincere people that end up in these helpless predicaments.

Just know that you did the right thing by leaving. A guy who genuinely likes you will never ever consider cheating and will never entertain other people, even if this does just include a “harmless flirtatious text”.  I don’t care what anyone says. That’s why I think no one should ever condone or make excuses for someone who cheated on them. And I know it’s easier said than done which is why people forgive and get back together with someone who cheated on them. And I know people have their reasons for doing this. But I believe cheating should signify a definitive end to a relationship. I believe that people who give second chances are doomed to a life of insecurity, regret and negative thoughts that will slowly eat them apart. A relationship without trust is not a relationship at all. I feel even more passionate about this having witnessed a genuine relationship, a relationship full of love, trust and understanding. Now don’t get me wrong, no relationship is perfect. But if your partner shows, not only through their words but their actions too, that they are completely devoted to you then this is more likely to be the person you spend the rest of your life with. 

When someone truly loves you they will  prioritise your well-being and happiness; make sacrifices for the good of the relationship; listen to you; acknowledge their mistakes (big or small) and commit themselves to making things right; make time for you; respect you, and will NEVER make you question their love for you. Also, you will not have to pretend or compromise your identity with this person, they will love you for you. Which sounds cringe I know, but it’s honestly the truth. If a person is not putting in the maximum amount of effort, then they are showing that they don’t care whether they lose you or not and thus are not deserving of you. A guy who likes you will never leave you on read, ignore you, become distant without an explanation. It shows they aren’t thinking about you, do not care about upsetting you and simply do not care. Do not settle for this type of treatment. Never settle for less than what you deserve or sell yourself short. There is someone out there who is desperate to give you what you deserve and treat you the way you should be treated.

You not ending things immediately, despite everything, does not make you stupid. Maybe a little naïve but then I guess I am guilty off the exact same thing. All the warning signs were there but I sub-consciously chose to ignore them. The feeling of being liked and worth someone’s time is so SO addictive. Especially when you’re not used to that type of attention and I guess when you’re a little insecure too (because that annoying, nosy insecurity bitch always likes to get involved).

It takes a really strong person to put an end to things and realise the toxicity of a relationship despite the temporary (fake?} comfort and happiness it provided for us. So guess what? That makes you an extremely strong person even if right now you’re feeling weak and defeated. And that is a key step to moving on. Do not victimise yourself but instead view yourself as a strong individual. After leaving a toxic relationship it is normal for us to blame ourselves. Our instincts are to remember the good times but forget the manipulation, the control and the isolation. Our minds rush to remember the kind words, romantic gestures and the undeniable chemistry you and your partner shared. But this is the same person who left you broken and emotionally traumatised. This is the person who made you feel so much self-doubt, insecurity and loneliness. So I am going to help rewire your brain and help get it back in check. I am going to remind you that you left him for a reason - a reason that is COMPLETELY and UNDENIABLY valid. Never try to compromise your decision or give it a second thought. He treated you like shit. You are a queen yet he treated you like a peasant.

Please please PLEASE get mad with me. Does this not make you mad?! I am mad for you. I am mad for all the people out there who have been mistreated and unjustly disrespected. I am mad at all the people out there who think it’s okay to play mind games and toy with people’s emotions as if they are not human beings. I am just straight up MAD. Please don’t allow yourself to get sad anymore, I’m sure you’ve had your days where you’ve cried and helplessly broken down. And you are completely entitled to these days, we need to get it all out of our system to truly allow the moving on process to begin. But now I just want you to think of him for what he is. A dishonest, manipulative, insensitive piece of ****. This is the motivation you need to allow yourself to move on. You need to reprogram your brain. You are a boss ass bitch. You need to channel that. Rather than spending your time thinking about him, spend that time on yourself. You deserve your time more than anyone else. This is a step that really helped me move on. And I’m still in the process of moving on, so trust me, I’m not going to preach to you like it’s easy, but a start is better than nothing. We can do this together. We’re strangers but gurl I feel so connected to you right now.

You know what you should do? Go to the gym. Work on bettering yourself and making yourself feel good for YOU, not for anyone else. You think someone liking you is an addictive feeling but that has NOTHING on the feeling of self-love and self-appreciation. Nothing is more empowering than that. We don’t need any man to make us feel happy and good about ourselves. Sure it can help add to it. But that’s all it should be. An accesory, not the complete outfit. (Did that make sense? in my head it sounded like poetry but writing it.. i’m not so sure anymore lol). You don’t even have to go to the gym - it’s all about doing things that you genunely want to do and want to dedicate time to. Whether that be yoga, reading a book, going out with friends…

Oh and that’s another thing. That “friend group” of yours is no friend group. You should be around people who uplift you and bring nothing but positivtiy and good vibes. After my break-up I spent the weekend with my best friend, eating an abundance of food that was bad for us and screaming the lyrics to enpowering songs. These are the type of people you need to surround yourself with. Not people who bully you and make you feel bad about yourself after a traumatic experience. Hell, I’m more of a friend to you than them and we don’t even know each other. Girl, talk to me. You don’t need them.

I’m so proud of you for walking away. I tried being “friends” which someone who broke me but it was just impossible. I don’t know how people do it, but it’s just not possible for me. Why burden yourself with the constant reminder of the pain someone caused you with no remorse? The worst thing is, as you said, they just don’t understand. They will accuse you of “over-reacting”, making you feel stupid for feeling the way you feel. I tried talking to my ex just to try and understand why he did what he did, to get some “closure”. But it just ended up doing more harm than good. People claim we need closure in order to move on but I don’t think this is always the case. Sometimes we just have to accept that some people are shit and that they do shit things. It’s not on us, it’s all on them. Why they are so shit is something they have to figure out, not us. You need to rid yourself of him. Delete his number, block him if you have to. Don’t message him. Don’t have any association with him. He’s not worth your time or space. Also posting sexy ass pictures now and then doesn’t hurt either. Show him what he’s missing. Because he really IS missing out.

And I know you fear getting into another relationship because you are worried it’s fated to have the same outcome. But trust me, when you spend time prioritising yourself and when you eventually grow to fully love and appreciate yourself, you’ll attract people who are good for you. You’ll learn to set boundaries and know your worth and NOT tolerate any bullshit. You’ll keep your standards high and will be able to detect the lying, conniving assholes from a mile away. You got this. The same thing won’t happen again because you won’t allow it to happen again. You hear me?

I’m so sorry for what you’ve been through. You asked for advise on how to move on and I’m sorry the answer hasn’t been so straightforward. I think the important thing is that you constantly remind yourself of how amazing you are and how wrong he was for treating you the way he did. Yes I don’t know you, but what I can tell immediately is that you’re a compassionate, loving and genuine person – someone who a guy will be extremely lucky to have some day.  Also, another important factor is time. You need to give yourself time. Everyone says this but it’s true. Don’t beat yourself up if you occasionally relapse and find yourself broken again, it’s all a part of the process. But just know you WILL get through it. And remember, if you ever need someone to talk to, I can assure you that I am here. <3

I’m also going to make a mini playlist of songs that helped me feel empowered. Something as small as the music you listen to can also play a big part in changing your mood and aiding the moving-on process. BUH-BYE to songs that make us feel sad and nostalgic.

Playlist

·       Lil Boi (Big Talk) [Ayanis ft. Queen Naija]

·       Unlove You [Ann Marie]

·       Heard It All Before [Toni Romiti]

·       B.I.T.C.H [Megan Thee Stallion]

·       Switch Up (Part 2) [Toni Romiti]

·      Who Dis  [Toni Romiti ft. Russ]

·      I Know [Toni Romiti]

·      Need Me [Toni Romiti]

·      Unimpressed [Toni Romiti]

·      Time To Leave [Toni Romiti]

·      Options [Toni Romiti]

·      None Of Your Concern [Jhene Aiko ft. Big Sean]

·      Rebound [Savannah Cristina]

·      Self Care [Savannah Cristina]

·      Self Love [Dreameville, Ari Lennox & Bas ft. Baby Rose)

·      So What [Amaal]

·      Later [Amaal]

·      Just Might [Summer Walker ft. PARTYNEXTDOOR]

·      Not The Same [Sybyr ft. Landfill]

·      Unleash me [Sybyr]

·      I Don’t Like You [Sybyr]

·      No Scrubs [TLC]

·      See Me [Melii]

·      Best Thing I Never Had [Beyonce]

·      Why Don’t You Love me? [Beyonce]

·      Freakum Dress [Beyonce]

·      Irreplaceable [Beyonce]

·      6 Inch [Beyonce ft. The Weeknd]

·      Freedom [Beyonce ft. Kendrick Lamar]

·      Sorry (Original Demo) [Beyonce]

·      I Don’t Fuck With You [Big Sean]

·      Be Careful [Cardi B]

·      Bodak Yellow [Cardi B]

·      I’m Every Woman [Chaka Khan]

·      Deuces [Chris Drown]

·      Handle It [Chris Brown (ft. DeJ Loaf & Lil Yachty]

·      Grass Ain’t Greener [Chris Brown]

·      Cheetah [Chris Brown]

·      Zero [Chris Brown]

·      Level Up [Ciara]

·      Needed me [Rihanna]

·      Wild Thoughts [DJ Khaled ft. Rihanna]

·      Bitch Better Have My Money [Rihanna]

·      Sorry Not Sorry [Demi Lovato]

·      Games [Demi Lovato]

·      Say My Name [Destiny’s Child]

·      Survuvor [Destiny’s Child]

·      Nice For What [Drake]

·      7 rings [Ariana Grande]

·      breathin [Ariana Grande]

·      in my head [Ariana Grande]

·      thank u, next [Ariana Grande]

·      Broke Up With You [Toni Romiti]

·      A Woman’s Worth [Alicia Keys]

·      Right Back [Ar'mon and Trey]

·      2 [H.E.R]

·      U [H.E.R]

·      I Won’t [H.E.R]

·      I Will Survive [Gloria Gaynor]

·      Crooked Smile [J. Cole]

·      Love Yourz [J. Cole]

·      Ain’t Your Mama [Jennifer Lopez]

·      Love Don’t Cose A Thing [Jennifer Lopez]

·      Stronger [Kanye West]

·      I Hate You So Much Right Now [Kelis]

·      Poetic Justice [Kendrick Lamar ft. Drake]

·      Bitch, Don’t Kill My Vibe [Kendrick Lamar ft. Emeli Sande]

·      Alright [Kendrick Lamar]

·      Leave Me Alone [Michael Jackson]

·      Love Me Right [Moxie Knox]

·      Feeling Myself [Nicki Minaj]

·      Don’t Cha [Nicole Scherzinger]

·      Medicine [Queen Naija]

·      Karma [Queen Naija]

(I know I said a MINI playlist but I couldn’t help myself…)

Also, I’m going to add some youtube videos that helped me a lot. They’ll help remind you that you are, and always will be, a boss ass bitch.

·      https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Jo1rSII6vU

·      https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RTFp8cuBVLk

·      https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m1SLA7cmeHo

·      https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I64AVJKsaWc

·      https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2dh1W-1Ulgo

·      https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jUjwVVxW0Mc

·      https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hMOPCvTM0o8

·      https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_hcJ9vxn2yY

·      https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X-NqX-g99jA

@wonderland-delusions

[fyrapartnersearch]

HxH and Inazuma eleven nostalgia

Hi! Welcome to my partner search. Before going into detail I'll explain "my rules", I know it's a boring part but it helps us both to know if we are compatible. I roleplay mainly on Discord/ e-mail, with the first contact being on this e-mail: neoncat.rp@gmail.com - I prefer to roleplay with +18 people, I'm uncomfortable roleplaying with minors. -Quantity. I've been told that I'm on the literate side, but I know that sometimes one doesn't have the energy or just not enough to work to make a +1000 words post. So Quality> Quantity but please give me something to work with (my "lazy/small" usual is around 600 words per character I guess, if you need numbers. And again, if I have something to work with). You get stuck? Let's talk about it. I'm also here for the long term. - Doubling is required. I like to play both Canon and OC (CanonxOC trash here) and I intend to keep doing it. At least in this fandom. Do you want to play a canon for me? Please tell me you have a canon you want me to play against your OC. I get easily bored when I don't get to play more than one main character, and I like to build different kind of relationships (friendships, rivalries...and I'm talking bewteen the OCs, the Canons, both...) on my RPs, so I expect you to like, like me, playing multiple characters (it can be summarize in having two mains and then the others being like NPCs to build the scenes that we share). And I prefer to double with a male canon character usually. Why? I don't know to be honest but that is how it works for me, I guess it's because I grew up roleplaying like that?. This should be a given, but EQUAL EFFORT ON BOTH CHARACTERS, I love coming up with ideas for my partner's wanted canons and.... it's a bit sad when you're the only one who seems to be enjoying doubling (I know there are lots of people who said "I double!" but only to "make it fair" and "get their canon". Most of the time they don't even enjoy doubling, and well I can understand how desperate they could be for their fandom/canon but if that's your mindset we aren't really compatible). IF YOU DON'T DOUBLE/ DON'T LIKE IT DON'T FORCE YOURSELF, just keep going, I'm sure you'll find someone interested in playing your canon! -About OCs.... I used to accept any kind of OC but I've gotten tired of Mary Sues and all angst kind of characters. I know, it doesn't mean your OC is bad, but bear with me, I've had enough with those characters. This doesn't mean that your character can't have a sad story or that they need to have a friendly personality. The problem is when the only thing they do is a constant monologue about their tragic past and they never move the story forward. It gets boring. I want to be hyped about your OC! Choose songs, pinterest boards... -MxF is what I'm looking for in mains (playing both male - the canon - and female - the OC -). I don’t roleplay F// and M// pairings with partners I haven’t roleplayed with before. -Let's both contribute to the story. Maybe one has more ideas one day, or one suffers writers block, or one wants to surprise the other with a plot twist... but let's work/move the story together yeah? I also prefer if we use both 3rd person, it can be present or past, as you prefer, but 1st is a bit difficult to read and write for me. -When it comes to romance , love at first sight isn't my thing, I usually go with the slow burn/ "organic" path . Maybe you're more impatient, it's ok (besides, having crushes it's normal, not anything new or surreal), I don't mind speeding up things a little, but not just saying hi to each other and wanting to marry instantly. I like to keep the main genre of the series and focus on our character's development more than having romance as the only focus too. - Don't feel forced to answer everyday. I can't stress this enough. This a hobby, not a job. Even if I answer at the speed of light one day I'm not expecting that from you. There will be times that I won't be able to answer for days, life comes first. And I like OOC chit chat , share all your memes, silly headcanons, and feel free to chat with me even if you haven't replied to the RP. I've seen some people hiding that they are online to not be pressured about their RPs. I won't pressure you! -I'm very ditch friendly. At first I thought that people that were selective were just being a bit annoying/ hypocrites, but after roleplaying for around 10 years you get their point. I want to feel comfortable with what you write and I want YOU to feel comfortable with what I write. There is no need for hard feelings! No need to make an excuse too, just say ''Hey, let's just drop this'' and I'll be ''Ok, I'll keep searching then''. Ah, and I don't close my searches until I'm fully plotting with someone, like characters already been shared and all of that. When I find a partner I think will stay and that I feel confident about, I'll put the roleplay request on hold and lately if everything goes fine I'll close it. I think that those are the basic rules. I have triggerings and so but I think I prefer to talk about those matters with someone already interested in roleplaying. Now, the fandoms (Aged up friendly, since these fandoms have children on it, anything that goes beyond an innocent crush // holding hands, kiss on the cheek, you get me // is reserved for +18 characters. They may be super powerful and stronger than adults - at least in HxH -, but they are still children). Usually I'm open to try new canons, but I'm afraid that due to time limitations I'm only interested in playing the characters I have played before/ I feel more comfortable playing as when it comes to HxH. I'm also super open and I love to be honest, to do like an age progression. For example make an arc longer so the characters start to age up and as such face the consequences of growing and becoming adults. I think it's interesting. HunterxHunter I've watched the 2011 and the...1998? Anime, plus read the manga (I'm not up to date, I left in one of the.... endless hiatus - no shade to the mangaka btw, health and so comes first -, but if you're interested in knowing when I left it, ask, since I don't want to put spoilers here). The character I'm searching to play against is Killua. (Sue me. I made an OC and I felt like him and her could have an interesting dynamic.) Characters I'm comfortable playing as/ I've played before are: Leorio (love him), Kurapika (love him too), Gon (my son at this point) and Shalnark (had a good time playing him tbh, better than I had expected). Again, don't ask me to try different canons, I'm afraid that this time I'm not open for it.

Inazuma Eleven

There are so many characters in this series! But I'm mostly familiar with those appearing on the first season (Axel and Mark's age range). I'm searching to play against Haruya Nagumo, since the Alien arc was by fart my favorite one, and I'm open to try many canons for you ^^. I'm more inclined to age up the characters in this fandom from the beginning.

Important note regarding canon characters. Everyone. Has. Their. Own. Approach. When. It. Comes. To. Canons. I'm not here to be like "I'm going to check every single time that you follow the canon perfectly! And if you don't guess what I have in mind for them I'll riot!" Not only that but as we roleplay the canon character may change because they may have different experiences from the canon source! That being said, if you for example, give me a Bakugou Katsuki (just you know, a quick example now that BNHA is pretty popular), that isn't an ass, or turns into a cheesy character in like 3 interactions, yeah, I'm going to be like "... What are you doing?". Share your headcanons! Your vision of the canon! I try to do the same so I don't end up with an uncomfortable partner, or uncomfortable myself! Thanks for reading and have a nice day! Btw it gets pretty obvious when someone doesn't read the rules, and I'm a bit tired of it to be honest. Yeah I highlighted the most important info, but just for you to have a way to quick check everything if at some point you forget about a rule or are having doubts about it. Not to fully skip everything. Ah! And this is also a copy paste of my old rules, so if you see something weird, like me referring to several fandoms when in reality I'm just searching for one, I'm sorry. I didn't want to repeat all my rules from 0 and I just copy pasted and edited some parts.

[maybeisthemoon]

MARRIEGE ARRANGED CHAPTER 3

It had been 10 days since you spoke with George for the last time, your mother kept sending owls asking if things were going well with you tow, and you only gave vague answers, you suppose George did the same with his mother, because if you knew Molly Weasley you knew she would do her best to see you two get along. Your work was very good, more than you had even imagined, getting along with your colleagues was difficult, not that you were antisocial or a hermit, or that they were rude to you, it had always been a bit difficult for you to make friends or start a conversation first, and now with your head in your 'commitment' or how to break it, and spend the nights remembering your childhood looking for some simple detail or clue that George was there, it was difficult to try to establish a relationship of camaraderie with your colleagues, except for one, Niles, is not that you completely disliked the guy, it was simply too heavy, always after you, wanting to talk, again it is not that it bothered you,but the fact that he stood too close invading your personal space, he touched too 'subtly', which made you feel uncomfortable, one day it was too far for your liking, taking as a pretext that you were standing having some coffee near the shelf where the others kept their cups put a reloaded hand very close to one side of your hip and with the other took a cup that was near the other side of your head , you smiled nervously and wanted to move but he did not take a step, you tried again moving the hand that was next to your hip but only took firmer the furniture.

 "Niles if you excuse me, this makes me feel uncomfortable" he just smiled halfway and brought his mouth to your ear that made your get goosebumps feeling fear and disgust

   "Come on, don't say you don't like it" before you could say something he interrupted you "and don't come with the fiance's story, because clearly there isn't a ring in your hand" yes you had told Nilles that you were engaged, not that you have done it for pleasure, but as a way to make it go back in his attitudes towards you, but it was true you did not have a ring and it is not as if you wanted one and less of George, at that moment you felt his lips too close to your neck , you closed your eyes and just like that you appeared elsewhere.

   "For Merlin, you took the shit out of me" you heard George's voice and slowly opened your eyes, you were in an office, well it seemed like a small laboratory, you supposed it was where all the 'magic' behind their products was happening, but what were you doing there? Well you had been in the store but never in all the places of this one, you looked again at George who was waiting for an answer, so you stood straight and cleared your throat.

 "What? Can't I visit my ‘fiance’ at work? “ It was a lie, a vile lie but you wouldn't even tell him what had happened seconds before and that you didn't know why you got to where he was, he would probably laugh at you and bother you for Niles, George just shrugged and he turned to the potion he was doing before, George was not stupid, he knew something was wrong, but he did not want to make you talk, he had things to do and probably being the stubborn you are, it would all end in screams and frankly he was not for that at the moment, days ago he had slept very little, thinking about the matter, your subject, why did he remember that about you, why couldn't he remember more? The whole thing between both of you didn't leave him alone and it didn't help that Molly will ask him every hour of the day how things were going, sending owls or show up suddenly, to which George lied saying that they were better and you were getting along, what it seemed you also said because her mother seemed happy with the answer, although he did not know how long it would last, since when she came to the store or him apartment you was never there, he was lying saying that you had many things in your work, which seemed to calm her again, Fred, Fred didn't help at all, he just joked about his situation and said that George's lack of concentration was for love.

  "What are you trying to do with that?" Your voice took him out of his thoughts again, now you were standing next to him looking interested in what he was doing, your closeness for a moment made him nervous but he answered

   "It is a potion that we will put in this candy, and the person who eats it their head will inflate like a balloon"

 "Nice, but ..." George looked sideways at you "that's going to explode"

   "Of course it won't explode," he said angrily and indignantly.

   "It will, the potion is fine in itself, but the amount of ingredients is incorrect, give it to someone and boom! instant explosion" George was going to start arguing with you when Fred entered the room rubbing his hands

   "Georgie ready the test of the new ... y/n?" Fred frowned looking at you, you just greeted him with a gesture with your hand and kept seeing the potion, he look at George who just shrugged

   "Not ready, this will explode"

   "It will not explode"

   "Yes"

   "No"

 "Yes, you wanna hear it in spanish? si"

 "not"

   Fred just watched each other until George took the candy and handed it to him, "try it on" Fred looked at the candy suspiciously

 "I don't want to explode"

  "You won't, who will you believe your dear brother or she who doesn't know anything about this?" Fred looked fearfully at the candy and before he could do something you took it and put it in a jar where you put a solution saying a spell that turned it into a liquid similar to saliva and after 10 seconds boom, Fred and George looked at the action with surprise, and you look especially at George saying I told you

 "You were going to kill me," Fred said dramatically, George rolled his eyes.

   "You would not have died, maybe you would have lost some teeth" you said looking again at the potion and throwing things to make a new one "I told you, the potion is fine, but you did not pay attention to the ingredients"  said without looking to any of the twins and getting to work on the potion

   "Our George is very distracted lately" George hit his brother who had a mocking smile on his face, after a while watching you working, and then you happily turning to look at them and giving them the finished candy, Fred looked at George expectantly and then you

   "Come on, you think I would be able to blow you up, I've never had a bad idea," you said proudly.

   "Of course and the idea of lighting all the Muggle fireworks that Dad had gotten us and that almost caused us to set the house on fire was the idea of one of us" George said rolling his eyes, before you could say something about that memory that came to his mind the moment George said it, Fred took the candy and put it in his mouth closing his eyes tightly, after 10 seconds and no burst, Fred opened his eyes and the other two looked at him expectantly, at that moment his head began to swell in parts, first the nose and his ears and after 1 minute Fred's head was the size of a medium balloon, the three looked at each other smiling, George and you got a high five

   "Great, how long will it last?" Fred's voice came out as if he had sucked helium

   "A half hour or so, if you want it to last longer you just have to add more quantity" you shrugged proudly

   “This girl is great Georgie, marry her”

   "I have no other choice" George smiled halfway and and you hit him in the chest, but this moment was not like the previous ones, it was almost pleasant, after a while looking at the next projects of the twins and while Fred's head It was beginning to deflate.

   "It's a bit late, I should go home," you said, as the twins closed the store, the afternoon had passed quickly and pleasantly in the company of George and of course Fred, before you could say anything else, you noticed how Fred hit with the elbow to George and muttering things, you watched them frowning.

 "You can stay," said George, "to dinner, I mean." Fred rolled his eyes and you looked at both.

 "you can stay forever" Fred say and received a hit from George

   "I don't want to be a bother"

   "You're not," George yelled a little too fast and too loudly, so Fred went to the rescue of his brother

   "Mom has been sending too much food, since your fiance says you spend time here, so we have too much and it would be worth not to lie to Mom for a change for once" Fred smiled at you, you looked at George

   "Ok" you said a little hesitantly

   “Great,” said Fred, who pushed you toward the stairs to get to the apartment that was above the store, where they lived, you saw George sideways and he had a small smile on his face. After eating a substantial dinner, and some beers later, you and the twins were sitting in the living room, chatting pleasantly.

   "I need to ask this," Fred said, looking at George and you seriously, "can't you really remember?" You looked at each other and then at Fred, you just shook your head

   "Not ring any bells" said George, "you thought we were lying when we said it", Fred shrugged

   "Well you were always a little weird among you when we were children, to be honest, I was somewhat jealous" they both looked at him with a frown "Both were my best friends, I had this special bond with George because he is also my brother and a bond special with you for being my friend, but I never had what you had, it was as if it could be a room full of people who are having fun who are happy, but there was always this bond between you two, nothing mattered ” the silence between everyone was obvious "well it's too late for me, I'll go to sleep" when Fred said this, you got up from the couch ready to go "no, no, you love birds stay, I think you have things to talk about" you slowly sat down again and looked to George "good night" you both replied quietly to Fred

   "Another beer?" Asked George, you just nodded, while he went for it, you walked a little through the apartment, without realizing it you came to a room where a piano was located, which you thought was weird, however you approached and you sat on his bank. "so now we like to snoop in other people's homes?" His voice made you jump a little

 "I'm sorry, it just seemed a little weird that this was here" George came over and sat next to you on the piano bench, giving you the beer you took it and had a drink

   "It was here when we moved," he said with a shrug, "Dad likes to play it every time he comes, he loves muggle things, even though it sounds awful" you laughed a little and put the beer on top of the piano, ran your fingers through the keys "can you play it?"

   "A little, my grandfather taught me a few songs" you said without looking at him and you started playing a song that you liked a lot when your grandfather showed it to you as a child, you didn't even realize that you did it, not even the way that George saw you.

   "Wow, that was great" you smiled a little and took your beer for a drink "what's the name of that song?"

   "Canon in C" staring into his eyes while he smiled at you, you asked "why?"

   "Why what?" Said George frowning.

   "Why can you remember things about me, but I can't remember a single thing about you, it drives me crazy, and I want to do something that drives me even more crazy"

   "What do you want to do?" You drank your beer in one stroke "hey easy tiger" you inhaled and released the air loudly and deeply, you took George's face with your hands and while he saw you weirdly, you kissed him, and you didn't know why you did and did not understand anything, only something inside you wanted it, and when you realized what you had done, you separated scared of him, you looked at him with wide eyes just like he saw you. "I'm drunk" was what you said before disappearing from there and appearing in your apartment.

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 and that's it for now folks I hope you reach my references of teen wolf and mulan hahhaha and again sorry for my grammar, english is not my first language lots of love