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cookieruntips · 3 years ago

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Wish Festival Quotes!

Hydrangea Cookie: "I wish more Cookies would come make their wishes."

Purple Yam Cookie: "I WANNA FIGHT DARK CHOCO COOKIE!!"

Mala Sauce Cookie: "I wish I can become a strong leader that can protect our village!"

Dark Choco Cookie: "A wish... If things could return to how they were..."

Carrot Cookie: "I wish Bistrot Des Fleurs would get tons of guests!"

Beet Cookie: "I wish we'd have so many guests in the restaurant, there would be no food left at the end of the day!"

Spinach Cookie: "I wish everyone would eat veggies along with their Jellies!"

Cookiemals: "We wanna play more with Wind Archer Cookie!"

Cinnamon Cookie: "...And now I'll guess your wish! Ta-dah... wait, where did my note go!?"

Shining Glitter Cookie: "I wish I could blast down the streets in my Supercar without anyone knowing!"

Butter Pretzel Cookie: "I wish my next piece will become unforgettable..."

Leek Cookie: "I wish I get to fight General Jujube Cookie! Until I win, ha ha!"

Ion Cookie Robot: "Cookie = Wishing. Robot = Also...?"

Timekeeper Cookie: "I wish I get to see all the wishes as they are fulfilled."

Licorice Cookie: "I wish Dark Enchantress Cookie would make me her right-hand Cookie!"

Blueberry Pie Cookie: "I wish I could go back to that time I read that book..."

Popping Candy Cookie: "I wish I get to keep performing for all my fans!"

Sea Fairy Cookie: "I wish I could reach the moon..."

Lilac Cookie: "I wish I could move as freely as my imagination desires..."

Aloe Cookie: "I wish my research will help the world become a better place.

Cream Puff Cookie: "I wish I can become a great wizard!"

Sorbet Shark Cookie: "oOooOOooO!"

Pink Choco Cookie: "I wish that the whole world gets filled with love!"

Hero Cookie: "I wish I could save all Cookies in danger!"

Red Pepper Cookie: "I wish I never fall down, no matter the challenge!"

Pistachio Cookie: "My wish is to complete my divine mission!"

Macaron Cookie: "I wish for a happy parade together with everyone!"

Matcha Cookie: "Hehe... Wishes don't come true, you know..."

Rockstar Cookie: "I wish for rock to never die! ROCK N' ROLL!"

Walnut Cookie: "I wish I get to catch Roguefort Cookie by my own hand!"

Cotton Candy Cookie: "You want to know my wish? That's so sweet of... No, no, no!"

Tiger Lily Cookie: "Purr... Wish... Protect friends..."

Cherry Cookie: "I wish for a giant cherry bomb for everyone! Hehe!"

Popcorn Cookie: "I wish I get to act in a movie someday!"

Sparkling Cookie: "I wish I get to make someone's day."

Soda Cookie: "I wish I can go to a beach with amazing waves to surf on!"

Mocha Ray Cookie: "I wish for the strength to restore the city."

Almond Cookie: "I wish I could be happy doing detective work."

Fairy Cookie: "I wish for nature to be cleaner..."

Ice Candy Cookie: "I wish I can lead my team to victory!"

Kumiho Cookie: "I wish I could become a real Cookie!"

Whipped Cream Cookie: "I wish I can dance in front of that tree just one more time!"

Red Bean Cookie: "I wish I can run faster with my penguins!"

Pudding Cookie: "I wanna give every Cookie a present!" *Giggle giggle*

Chestnut Cookie: "I wish I could eat jellies until I'm completely full!"

Kiwi Cookie: "I wish I get to ride my bike until the day I crumble..."

Muscle Cookie: "I wish for more muscle! And more strength!"

Peppermint Cookie: "I wish everyone would hear the voices of our friends in the sea..."

Chess Choco Cookie: "We want to play with a skilled Cookie! We wish for a skilled Cookie to play with."

Herb Cookie: "I wish all living things could grow up in warm sunlight."

Churro Cookie: "I wish I can continue to watch over the tree."

Croissant Cookie: "I wish that I can become the greatest engineer!"

Mango Cookie: "I wish our islands would have lots of visitors like they used to. I've found so many things to show off!"

Pirate Cookie: "My wish... is for all the treasures of the seven seas to belong to ME! Kha-ha!"

Adventurer Cookie: "I wish I get to explore completely uncharted lands!"

Earl Grey Cookie: "I wish to be able to take care of all my guests until they are satisfied."

Melon Bun Cookie: "I wish for not having to work much, but still earn loads!"

Werewolf Cookie: "I wish... I don't hurt anyone..."

Firecracker Cookie: "I wish everyone gets to see my FIREWORKS SHOW! NYAHAHA!"

Moon Rabbit Cookie: "I wish I cud have moa wice cake!"

Cherry Blossom Cookie: "I wish I could go on a picnic with the Cookies precious to me!"

Onion Cookie: "I wish the ghosts would go away..." *Sniffle*

Space Doughnut: "Biribiri-biri...?"

Vampire Cookie: "I’ve never bothered with things like wishes."

Bell Pepper Cookie: "I wish I'll become the youngest Doughbell Prize winner!"

Mint Choco Cookie: "I wish my every performance would be perfect."

Mustard Cookie: "I wish even Cookies who aren't sweet get to be free and equal!"

Yoga Cookie: "I wish I can get rid of all desire, and just focus on my meditation."

Goblin Cookie: "I wish for all the rare things to be MINE!"

Cream Unicorn Cookie: "I wish my memories last forever..."

Apple Cookie: "I wish I could become a grown up, and stay up really late!"

Pancake Cookie: "I wish I could have thiiis many Acorn Jellies!! Hehehe!"

Angel Cookie: "I wish every Cookie's wishes will come true..."

Sandwich Cookie: "I wish I can have a sandwich shop in every corner of this world!"

Skating Queen Cookie: "I wish I could eat a mountain of Bear Jellies."

Raspberry Mousse Cookie: "I wish... she would dance for me."

Squid Ink Cookie: "I wish... I can remember... Sob sob..."

Marshmallow Cookie: "I wish I get to perform together with everyone!"

Gumball Cookie: "I wish I could make the whole world COLORFUL!"

Lobster Cookie: "I wish my city would be brought back to its former glory..."

#cr #cookie run #crob #cookie run ovenbreak #mod key

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illuminatingcomics · 7 years ago

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Illuminated Empire begins Here

Show support! Read >MAD MAGIC<

I DON’T WANNA CLOSE MY EEEEEEYESSSS! DON’T WANNA FALL ASLEEP CAUSE I’D MISS YOU BABY AND I DON’T WANNA MISSS A THIIIING !

Anon: I agree with everything you had to say about LoCM. I would also add that I HATED the 9-month time-skip. The Marvel timeline doesn't work when you keep adding up stuff like that, especially in the wider context since Carol shows up in a lot of books and there's no way other writers are going to have her gone for months. It just doesn't make sense for Carol to be gone for 9 months in-universe and absolutely nothing world-threatening happening in that time. And who was in charge of SWORD? Brand?

Bleh, the nine months doesn’t bother me on a schedule level THAT much, because of how fluid and flexible timelines always are between books, it bothers me for the forced no-build up soap opera-tier drama that just hits you on the head with no pathos.

#secret empire #captain america #marvel #steve rogers #nick spencer #parody

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zoeekar · 7 years ago

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Going through all Lena Luthor scenes with my best friend (season 3 edition, pt 2)

At this point I’ve caught her up on who is who, she knows about Reign and everything else she has to know without me giving anything away.

03x04 The Faithful

Her: What happened to her (Lena’s) wardrobe? She used to dress so nicely, now she looks like a grandma.

*Sam: What should I bring? Lena: Booze. Just- no tequila, okay? Please.* Her: I heard “boobs”! *dies laughing* And why no tequila? I wanna know now.

*girls’ night* Her: It’s so nice to see her (Lena) with the rest of the group. They were never all together, I thought everyone still hated her.

Her: I’ve decided that I like her better with her hair down.

*Kara: I’m actually still getting over a relationship.* Her: It’s been months! They weren’t even together for that long, how much do they expect us to think she loved him??

*Alex: Actually, we’re not gonna have kids.* Her: She wants kids.

*Lena: Put me down for another cool aunt.* Her: I want her to be my cool aunt.

*Kara takes off her glasses* Her: *laughs* Why does she always do it like that? No one is so dramatic when taking off their glasses! And how long does it usually take her to get ice? She needs to up her excuse game.

Her: She (Sam) is sooo skinny, look at her legs.

Her: Objectively speaking, Lena is such a good friend!

Her: She’s used the word badass twice in two episodes. It’s her new favorite word *laughs*

*girls dancing while dressed as Supergirl* Her: This is so cute and so cringey.

*during Ruby’s song* Her: Oh no, Aleeex. See, I told you she wants kids.

03x05 Damage (it’s Τhe Episode™, guys! Again, we watched the whole thing (she may have cried over Sanvers, and then she got mad about it), but these are her comments only on the Lena parts. It’s quite lengthy, she had a lot to say, hahah)

Her: I take back what I said about her clothes. This outfit. I like it! (did I blur the rest of the picture for maximum Lena? Yes, I did. Does she look tiny in it? Yes she does, omg look at her!)

Her: Oh no, that douche is back? Who asked for this? I thought he’d be all the way to China by now.

*Edge: Lead poisoning.* Her: Fuck. Off. Why is he coming for her like that? Because she bought that magazine and now he can’t defame her? What is he, five?!

Her: You know he probably did it himself just to blame her. Because he’s just that big of an ass. Watch me be right!

*Lena: Where the hell do you get off?* Her: Go ooooff.

*Edge’s snake story* Her: So like… he poisoned children, right? That’s what I got from this.

Her: He (Edge) needs to go. He’s had enough screen-time as it is.

*Edge: But I didn’t poison children. That was you.* Her: Okay, first of all, yes you did. And second of all, she (Lena) looks like she’s about to cry and I am not okay with this.

He: Have you noticed that she (Katie) talks really fast when she’s supposed to be anxious or emotional? It’s kinda funny.

Her: I… don’t see how they (Lena and James) can be together when they don’t even like each other?

*Lena saying she will step down from CatCo and L-Corp because “helping people must be the focus”* Her: She’s so good. Why is the entire universe against her??

*Guy comes in looking for Lena* Her: If he hurts her, I’m quitting this.

Her: Oh no, the poor thiiiing… (at this point she has her head on my shoulder and she’s hugging me, probably cause she can’t actually hug Lena herself 😂)

*Lena: I want your best reporter reporting this. I’m not hiding anything.* Her: Just say Kara, we all know who you prefer.

*Lena: And set a press conference for later today.* Her: Those never end well for her…

Her: Awww, cuties.

Her: Kara is so anxious for her.

Her: She’s about to cry again, I caaan’t.

Her: Guuun! I still know she’s not gonna die, but dammit.

*Lena: Your faith is something I have worked harder than you may realize to keep. And the fact that I might have lost it, breaks my heart.* Her: She’s done so much and yet no one has really appreciated it. And they are all so quick to blame her for everything, poor thing! If she snaps, I won’t blame her.

Her: Is this the casualest of Lenas we’ve seen so far? I like it.

*Sam: See? This is what friends are for.* Her: Her too??

*Lena: If Ruby was sick, would you still be my friend?* Her: My heart is breaking.

Her: We’re about to get drunk Lena, aren’t we? I’m ready!

Her: Oh my gooood.

Her: That is one gigantic ass wine glass she’s drinking out of.

*Lena: You know, you’re terrible at hiding thins from me.* Her: Ummmmmm… Hello?? That’s like the tenth times she’s said that, she knows!

*Lena’s drunken speech* Her: Aw, poor baby is a sad drunk, awwww. She needs to stop being so hard on herself, she really is so so good, she doesn’t deserve any of this!

*Lena: That is one of the things I love about you…* Her: So we know that they love each other, they’ve both said so. Why is- Why isn’t this a thing yet? (you can tell she’s new and inexperienced on how the CW works, poor baby…)

*Lena: I am… not worth it.* Her: What is this shit, noooo. Why isn’t she (Kara) hugging her??

Her: Awww cutie.

*Lena and Kara phone call* Her: That company is owned by that weasel Edge, isn’t it? And she (Lena) is about to be stupid.

Her: Of course, she went there by herself. Probably without telling anyone, cause yeah. That’s not gonna go wrong.

Her: Okay, can I just say that I’m loving her clothes in this episode? And her hair. I love that messy ponytail.

*Edge: Lena. You look horrible.* Her: Are we seeing the same Lena or…?

Her: I like how she says “pools”.

Her: Punch him, we know you can. *Lena pulls out gun* Or that. That works too.

*Lena: When that mum shot at me, I knew she was doing the right thing. Because whoever was responsible for this, they deserved to die. No trial, no jury. Just erased from the world. Her: Oh shit, this is getting dark. I like dark Lena.

*Lena gets knocked out* Her: No, not her head again! Poor thing…

Her: Ohhh shit, that’s not good. And she’s afraid of flying too, isn’t she? Ugh.

Her: Ooh, they wanna throw them (the chemicals) in the water, right? This shit is getting intense.

Her: *laughs* Of course she (Kara) knew it was Lena after hearing only like half a word.

*Edge: Bring the plane up by three degrees.* Her: I hope she won’t try to actually pull the barrels back or something… *Lena uses the metal pipe-thingy* Okay, that was pretty smart, good.

Her: Quit staring at each other and stop the plane, daaamn!

Her: The plane’s gonna get cut in half, isn’t it?

Her: Called it.

*Lena falls* Her: Did she- She had like a minute to strap in, what was she doing? Me: Staring at Kara, probably. Her: *laughs* I knew you’d say that. You’re not wrong.

*Lena: Save the chemicals, not me!* Her: So selfless… So, of course, she’s evil at heart, duh. It’s so obvious! Sarcasm aside, we all know she (Supergirl) is gonna save both, though.

*Supergirl: Climb, Lena! Climb!* Her: Can… she not tell that that’s Kara?! And since when is Supergirl calling her Lena and not Miss Luthor?

Her: *laughs* So dramatic.

Her: That was a cool save, I liked it! But. Did she carry Lena and the plane all the way back like that?

Her: What is she (Lena) doing back at work? She’s supposed to be at home!

Her: Oh. They (Lena and James) are on a first name basis now. Cause they’re friends. Not that he was actively against her all throughout this episode. Hm.

*Lena: I probably also should apologize to you. I’m lucky you’re still speaking to me.* Her: Ummm… What? She didn’t do anything wrong, why is she apologizing??

Her: …they really just pulled the sisters card, didn’t they? Damn… Also, that laugh (Lena’s after Kara called her her sister) sounded so fake *laughs*

Sia watches the Lena Luthor Show Season 2 Season 3 Part 1 (x) Part 1 (x) Part 2 (x) Part 3 (x) Part 3 (x) Part 4 (x) Part 4 (x) Part 5 (x) Part 5 (x) Part 6 (x) Part 6 (x) Part 7 (x) Part 8-?~Coming Soon

#lena luthor #katie mcgrath #supergirl #supercorp #Sia watches supergirl #Sia watches the lena luthor show #Post #Sia tag

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atalana · 3 years ago

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hi professional theatre person who spent her teenage years in various podcasting and voice acting circles on the internet here, some advice i'd give to those starting out - just write it, worry about logistics later. when you're not confident in your own work, it's easy to use the logistics as a crutch, or something to focus on instead of creating. i know when i was starting out i spent a lot more time putting out casting calls and worrying about sound quality than i ever did actually creating, because it felt like if i had the perfect cast and a great home recording studio, i'd find the story along the way. thiiis, is generally not how that works. (and seriously, ignore any and all advice about microphones right now, a good piece of work will stand on its own even when recorded on an old laptop, hone your craft first before you spend money on tech. plus, these days i'm not even using my old mic bc i have several friends with better ones - you never know what you'll find)

if you wanna make a podcast, start with your concept, your audience, your genre. who are you marketing to? is it fiction or non fiction? is it funny? thought provoking? emotionally heavy? you don't need to worry about this too in depth, but keep it in the back of your mind so you know what you're aiming for

once you've got that down, if it's going to be scripted, start scripting. the exact writing advice here is going to depend on what you're going for, so i can't be too specific on that, but ideas on a page are worth ten times more than ideas in your head, in every respect. it's easy to think about an idea, hard to write it. test your own limits. come up with 20 different scripts, scrap whatever you don't like, focus on what you do, try again.

i've seen absolutely amazing creations come from a 14 year old, and 50 year olds write something that was absolutely terrible, art isn't about age. sure, the longer you spend at it, the better you get, but think of it like this - every idea is pretty much luck as to how well it will be recieved. the more you know about your craft, the greater your chances of success, but it's still a dice roll. someone who's never done this before could happen to find the perfect idea. someone who's done this a thousand times before can still make a work that doesn't land. don't worry about being young, and don't worry about comparing yourself to others. if you keep making things, and try not to take it personally when they don't work out, you'll find your idea that works

if you get to a point where you feel like you keep writing a page or two of a script, getting stuck, and moving on to a new project, now's the time to reach out. if you have creative friends in your life, send them your work, get them to offer ideas. i absolutely understand the instinct to keep things hidden in case of criticism, but in the 8-10 years since i started doing this properly, i've only really had one time where sharing my work didn't lead to it getting better - and hundreds of times where it did. a new perspective will almost always clear the artist's block (unless you're just too tired in which case try giving yourself a break from the work and seeing how you feel)

if you don't, online communities, try and find others in your situation, help each other out. get really good at summarising your idea in a few sentences, and then pitching it to people. find what it is you're excited about in your work, and lead with that. when you give a pitch, you want it to be brief, you want to summarise, and you want to make people want to hear more about it. this is a really important skill for this kind of work, and also, this is where you can start finding people who will work on your podcast with you - creative/actor friends excited about the scripts you've drafted? that's a cast member right there

(and unfortunately this is a business of who you know, so reach out to everyone you can, try and get rid of the instinct to feel stupid or arrogant marketing yourself, if you believe in what you do, other people will too. look into community theatre groups, keep searching those online communities, ask friends and family, give pitches to people at school or who you work with, getting people on board face to face will always be more effective than an online ad. and people who like your stuff will share it to other people, which is how you grow an audience. i will constantly get messages from people i went to drama school with like "hey i'm making a podcast, wanna be part of it?" or "hey i'm putting on this show next week, tell your friends", and yeah that took me a long time and drama school to build, but i've also done smaller community work, and seriously, older creative people are very supportive of kids starting out, see what you can find within your own comfortability limits. and remember, it's more important that you're happy and creating than being perfect. feel free to not share things with people whose criticism isn't helping you)

once you've got your pitch, some initial scripts, and a couple people to help you with it, then you can worry about podcast logistics - finding your actors, finding your platform, advertising, etc. i can give advice for that if needed, but that's all over the internet for newbie podcasters. but yeah in my experience, the people who've been successful? kept trying new ideas, and working on them for as long as that idea lasted, until they found the one that worked. failed ideas aren't embarrassing or a waste of time, they were the next step on your journey, even if they weren't the final step. try stuff! have fun! and believe in your own ability, because i know i'd be excited to see what you make <3

hello podcast tumblr

i want to know if anyone else relates to this. i want to write a podcast. however there are so many things in my way.

for one: i have no one i could do it with. 2. i hate the sound of my own voice, 3. I wouldnt know HOW to do it. And finally, 4. Im young and i KNOW that no one would take me or anything i make seriously.

can anybody relate to this or am i crazy? if you can relate, what do i do?

#and yeah everything the above reblog said is also good advice #and we're all still learning #i'm currently in a theatre company that just created a 90 minute musical from scratch in three weeks #something i did not think we'd be capable of doing #so if we can do that you can make a podcast

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cutepresea · 5 years ago

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6-7 Innocent Sister: A Charming Guest

Sorry again for the spam.

If you want to blacklist these, you can use either the tag #innocent sister for just this event, or #xdu event scripts or #xdu scripts

Reminder that these are copied straight from XD Unlimited itself, so any grammatical weirdness, mistranslations, and/or mischaracterizations are not my doing.

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "How are you holding up, Kiri-chan?"

Kirika Akatsuki: "Super! I took a pretty big hit from Nephilim, but I'm feeling better now. How about you, Shirabe?"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "I'm also doing well. I'm glad I came to warm up this morning."

Kirika Akatsuki: "Wanna keep going?"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "Sure. Let's keep going until noon."

Kirika Akatsuki: "If we keep this up, we'll be able to take on anything! Arrows, guns, complete relics... Even the Commander!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "I'm not so sure about the Commander..."

Kirika Akatsuki: "Anyways, let's hurry up and get stronger!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "Yes, and we'll do it together!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "Just a little more! Hyaaah!"

Kirika Akatsuki: "Nephilim ain't no match for us!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "Let's work together and finish this off!"

Kirika Akatsuki: "Yaaah!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "Hyaaah!"

Kirika Akatsuki: "...Phew. Our killer moves just keep getting better and better."

Kirika Akatsuki: "Let's take a little break."

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "I'll get us something to drink, then."

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "Huh? The training room door is open."

Serena: "Where am I?"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "......"

Kirika Akatsuki: "......"

Kirika Akatsuki: "Wh-Wh-Wh-Whaaat?! D-Did you just see who was passing through the corridor?!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "So you saw her, too... I thought I was just seeing things... But that was Serena, wasn't it?"

Kirika Akatsuki: "No way... We gotta go check!"

Kirika Akatsuki: "Sh-She's gone!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "Is this some sort of shared hallucination?"

Kirika Akatsuki: "D-Don't tell me... Was it a ghost?!"

Serena: "She's not here, either."

Serena: (This kind of looks like the medical room. It's totally different from mine. I wonder if Sis ever uses it.)

Serena: (Is that the cafeteria? Ah, I hope we can sit down and eat lunch together someday.)

Serena: (I guess all this equipment means that there are a lot of wielders in this facility. There are so many rooms.)

Serena: (Now, back to finding Sis.)

Elfnein: "Yawn... Now then..."

Serena: "Hello there."

Elfnein: "O-Oh... Hello? Um..."

Serena: "I'm looking for my older sister. I'm in quite a hurry, so umm, I'll see you later."

Elfnein: "Older sister? Who is she related to?"

Elfnein: "Wait, how did she even get here?"

Aoi Tomosato: "Noise patterns detected!"

Sakuya Fujitaka: "Calculating location... They're near an urban center! I'll start the evacuation right away!"

Genjuro Kazanari: "I know you girls just got back, but urban areas require an immediate response. Can you handle it?"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Of course!"

Maria: "How courteous of them. The Noise really didn't need to go this far to welcome us back."

Chris Yukine: "Oh, so they tagged along with you guys? Ha! They must've missed ya, huh?"

Hibiki Tachibana: "A Noise is the last thing I'd want missing me..."

Elfnein: "Judging by the signals, I would assume that they came here via Gjallarhorn."

Genjuro Kazanari: "Doesn't change the fact that they're here. Intercept them at once!"

Hibiki Tachibana: "Yes, Master!"

Serena: "Oooh, is this... Wow, this room's huge!"

Maria: "Serena?!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "So we weren't seeing things..."

Kirika Akatsuki: "It's a gh-gh-gh-gh-gh-ghost!"

Kirika Akatsuki: "Lord have mercy on her soul... Let her rest in peace!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "Kiri-chan, look. She's got legs. What would a ghost needs legs for?" [1]

Kirika Akatsuki: "W-Wait... Then that means--"

Hibiki Tachibana: "What are you doing here, Serena-chan?!"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Did she follow us through the gate?! ...We'll can ask later, we have Noise to deal with!" [2]

Hibiki Tachibana: "R-Right!"

Aoi Tomosato: "Have something warm to drink."

Hibiki Tachibana: "Thank you."

Genjuro Kazanari: "Well done on taking out those Noise. Now for the time being, I'll entrust that girl to Maria-kun."

Genjuro Kazanari: "So, how about you let me in on what's going on here?"

Hibiki Tachibana: "We met Serena-chan in the parallel world."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Professor Nastassja asked us not to tell her about parallel worlds and stuff, so she's still in the dark."

Shinji Ogawa: "So, those two are sisters, then?"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Exactly."

Kirika Akatsuki: "I can't believe there's a world where Mom and Serena are still alive!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "It seems things ended up very differently over there."

Genjuro Kazanari: "Hmm. In that case, let's agree to not say anything unnecessary."

Chris Yukine: "I feel like this is gonna get messy, somehow..."

Elfnein: "So that girl's older sister was Maria-san? They do both seem quite similar, now that I think about it."

Kirika Akatsuki: "I'm just glad she wasn't a ghost!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "But you know... Serena looks exacty how I remember her."

Serena: "Pardon me, may I come in?"

Maria; "Don't be so formal, it's just my room."

Serena: "So this is your room? It looks completely different from the research facility."

Maria: "It's a room meant for S.O.N.G. activities. That being said, it's still pretty cozy in here."

Serena: "What's S.O.N.G.?"

Maria: "The organization I work for. You saw some of the staff earlier, but there are more than just them."

Serena: "So you don't work for F.I.S.? But Mom said you were in a different F.I.S. facility."

Maria: "U-Um, well... That's the name it goes by here. It's just one of several sister organizations."

Serena: "Oh okay. I only had a little look around, but everyone seemed really nice."

Maria: "Yes. You'll only find the best of the best in S.O.N.G., as I'm sure you can tell from Commander Kazanari."

Serena: "I see Tsukuyomi-san and Akatsuki-san work here, too! It was so nice to see them again."

Maria: "Huh?!"

Genjuro Kazanari: "Do you copy?! We've got another Noise outbreak!"

Maria: "Another one?! They sure picked a convenient time to attack!"

Genjuro Kazanari: "Maria-kun, I'm sending you to the location. Get moving!"

Maria: "I'm on it!"

Kirika Akatsuki: "Diiieee!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "There!"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Not a single one of these monsters shall be spared the sting of my blade!"

Chris Yukine: "They're everywhere! Jeez, these guys are like a swarm of mosquitos!"

Maria: "How many of them are there?!"

Serena: "There are so many wielders... And they're all Maria's friends!"

Maria: "Serena?! I thought I told you to wait for me back at headquarters!"

Serena: "I can fight too, Sis!"

Maria: "There's more than enough of us here to deal with them..."

Serena: "You can never have enough wielders. I'm going to fight too."

Maria: "Serena..."

Hibiki Tachibana: "Well, with all of these Noise, we could kinda do with some extra help!"

Serena: "Yaaah!"

Chris Yukine: "Without that thing around, this is pretty straightforward."

Maria: "Indeed. Now, then..."

Serena: "What is it, Sis?"

Maria: "I can't believe you would follow me to a place like that."

Serena: "I'm sorry..."

Maria: "Honestly, what am I going to do with you? I'll admit, though, you did very well out there."

Serena: "Thanks! I wanted to help out at least a little."

Kirika Akatsuki: "Hey, Serena!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "It's been so long, Serena."

Serena: "Tskuyomi-san, Akatsuki-san... You don't look like you've gotten that much taller at all!"

Kirika Akatsuki: "Nuh-uh! I used to be super short, but now I'm like waaay taller!"

Serena: "Hehe, I'd say you've grown about this much."

Kirika Akatsuki: "No, no, no! I've grown by at least thiiis much, I swear!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "You haven't changed at all, Serena."

Serena: "Yes. That's because I was asleep for seven years... But Sis told me I have plenty of time to get bigger."

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "You were asleep... for seven years?"

Serena: "I'm so glad you two are just like I remember!"

Chris Yukine: "Oh, so the little green reaper has always been this weird, then?"

Kirika Akatsuki: "I could say the same about you, Chris-senpai!"

Chris Yukine: "Oh, please! You're always saying such weird stuff!"

Kirika Akatsuki: "Well, go on Senpai, point out what I say that's weird! Come on, even one thing!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "Hey, now. There's no need to be petty."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Oh, honestly. Talk about the pot calling the kettle black."

Maria: "Tsubasa, is that really fair?"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "What, Maria? I don't see how that saying would apply to you."

Maria: "I didn't mean me..."

Serena: "Hehe. Your friends all seem like so much fun, Sis."

Maria: "Yes, they certainly are."

Hibiki Tachibana: "Hey, you haven't introduced yourself yet, have you, Chris-chan?"

Chris Yukine: "Oh, I guess not. I'm Chris Yukine. Nice to meet ya."

Serena: "My name's Serena. It's nice to meet you too."

Hibiki Tachibana: "It's great to see Serena-chan getting along with everyone so well!"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Yeah, it is."

Notes:

[1] Should say "What would a ghost need legs for?" rather than "needs"

[2] "...We can ask later," instead of "we'll can ask"

#senki zesshou symphogear xd unlimited #symphogear xd unlimited #senki zesshou symphogear #symphogear #innocent sister #xdu event scripts #xdu scripts

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theoddcatlady · 8 years ago

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Energy Potion

Alan: Oh my god I’m dying.

Alan: End me guys. Just take my body and throw it in a hole six feet deep.

Melody: Stop complaining, it’s not that bad.

Bruce: Shut the fuck up and pass me more coffee.

Alan: Coffee. All I consume, all I taste. Is goddamn coffee.

Cleo: I don’t know about you guys IM DOING GREAT :D

Melody: Oh god I think she found where I hid her Monster.

Melody: Cleo no do you KNOW how bad that is for you?! Spring water. Deep breathing. That’ll get you through finals!

Alan: … On what planet do you live on?

Melody: The one where nature provides rather than artificial chemicals and manmade poison.

Bruce: Oh man I haven’t laughed this hard since… I can’t remember. More coffee. More coffee. My fingers are shaking so much and I still don’t have this paper done. Spellcheck thinks I’m developing Parkinson’s.

Cleo: Your fingers only JUST started shaking? D:

Melody: Your kids are all going to end up with ADHD.

!~*~!

Melody: I have decided my earlier statements may have been naïve.

Alan: Nooo, really?

Melody: RIP. X.X

Cleo: Okay, after spending all morning in bed with a migraine maybe drinking that many Monsters in a row was a bad idea. Whoopsie daisy.

Bruce: I’m surprised you’re not dead.

Cleo: Same bro. Fuck finals.

Melody: We’re all doomed.

Alan: … hold on a sec guys I got this weird ad on the college website, lemme show you.

Alan: [IMG]

Alan: Ignore that it looks like every ‘graphic design is my passion’ advertisement ever.

Melody: Oooh, a natural remedy?

Cleo: No crash? I’m sold. How much is it, I don’t wanna blow my food budget.

Bruce: Thiiis sounds like bull. Don’t do it man.

Alan: Too late. Emailed the seller.

Bruce: Cocksucker.

Alan: You wish jackass.

Cleo: Shut the fuck up guys. I’m emailing Gus too. See if he’ll work out a deal. Jesus, a week’s amount of doses is over thirty bucks… hello Ramen cups and poptarts. How I missed you.

Melody: I have some extra quinoa!

Cleo: Errrrr…

Bruce: I mean. We only need a week’s worth. Then finals will be over.

Alan: Ooooh, changing your tune, mister skeptic?

Bruce: If I don’t pack in as much study time as possible I’m going to fail. I’m not gonna let that happen.

Alan: Awww yeah! Let’s try some kid’s science experiment!

!~*~!

Alan: I’m still laughing that it’s called ‘Energy Potion’. What sort of geeky ass bullshit?

Bruce: Taking the first pill now. I have to study.

Melody: All at once, readysetgo!

Cleo: …

Cleo: I didn’t expect it to dissolve. Thought it was like birth control.

Bruce: Literally tastes like piss. Literally.

Alan: Spend a lot of time doing that Bruce?

Bruce: Eat shit.

Alan: :P

Melody: Maybe it’s the color that brings on the whole urine sensation. So icky.

Cleo: Blergh. My mouth feels awful, how’s this supposed to work Alan?

Alan: ‘One pill and you’ll have bursts of energy throughout the night, a slow burn rather than a high followed by a crash.’ Taken right from the product description.

Melody: Oddly enough, I feel its working! Or maybe that’s the crystals I set up around my study place.

Bruce: Or placebo effect. That too.

!~*~!

Cleo: Bruce?

Bruce: What’s up Cleo? Any reason you’re not messaging with the group?

Cleo: … I took another pill this morning.

Bruce: Shit, are you feeling sick? I mean it does wonders don’t get me wrong, but I don’t think you can stay awake all day like that.

Cleo: I know I know I’m sorry, I’m just letting you know in case something goes wrong. And it did work. I didn’t feel tired until the sun went up. Still pretty sleepy.

Bruce: You wanna come over to my apartment to study? I know the dorm’s pretty rough on you.

Cleo: Well…

Bruce: I’ll have more Monster for you.

Cleo: Sold. Can we play a few rounds of Overwatch too?

Bruce: As long as I can be your pocket Mercy.

!~*~!

Melody: This is the best stupid idea you’ve ever had Alan!

Alan: I know right? You know how productive I was last night? Focused?

Melody: I know! I didn’t even feel buzzed! Just AWAKE!

Cleo: Slept through one of my classes though. The crash does come, just when the sun comes up.

Bruce: Whatever man, most of my classes don’t care about attendance except when it comes to finals. Two more days until it begins.

Cleo: I can’t wait for them to be over. I might take it easy. No more all nighters. I’ll save the rest of my pills for another time.

Melody: To be honest I haven’t even been taking mine.

Alan: … What?

Bruce: Sure Melody haha how the heck have you put in more studying time?

Melody: I just feel more awake at night. I think my internal clock is changing, a few sessions of meditation and I’ll be able to refresh myself.

Alan: That’s weird.

Cleo: You know, now that I think about it, I think I forgot to take the pill last night because of how awake I was? It just felt more natural to be awake at night rather than the day. I powernapped at midnight but that’s it. It’s probably just working its way out of our systems.

Bruce: god I hope so. I swear if you end up hospitalized because of this…

!~*~!

Cleo: TMI, I don’t care.

Alan: You too?

Bruce: Same.

Melody: I’m anti shaving but this is RIDICULOUS.

Bruce: … How the hell did we get on the same wavelength so fast?

Cleo: I mean we’re friends. That’s how it is right?

Cleo: That’s beside the point. The point is my bush is thicker than a jungle, and I JUST got waxed as a reward for passing finals.

Alan: That is really TMI but same.

Melody: I might actually break out the razor.

Bruce: probably just get a weed whacker…

Cleo: Took the words out of my MOUTH.

Alan: Maybe it’s just a full moon, either way, finals are over, toss out the damn pills, we’re GOOD.

!~*~!

Bruce: I’m still not sleeping at night.

Melody: Neither am I. I’m back at my mom’s and she’s getting SUPER worried.

Alan: I keep nodding off at work. This fucking sucks. I’m gonna get canned at this rate and I don’t wanna go back to living with my parents.

Bruce: Have either of you heard from Cleo? I haven’t since she got home to her parents. I feel like she’s fine, but you know, I worry.

Alan: I know you two finally got together but relax, she’s fine.

Melody: She’s probably just organizing her room.

Bruce: … How the fuck did you know we were together?

Melody: …

Melody: I… don’t know. I just guessed I guess.

Bruce: Bull. We haven’t told anyone. Her dad’s racist as hell, you really think he’s cool with his princess dating a black guy?

Alan: Isn’t that beside the point anyway?

Bruce: No, not it’s not.

Bruce: I really didn’t want to say this.

Bruce: Alan, I know you’re bisexual. You were at the LGBT safe space the night before graduation.

Bruce: And Melody, you believe in this vegan hippie bullshit only to make your mom happy. Because she’d be horrified to find out you’re atheist. You were at Burger King yesterday and I know you weren’t there for the salad.

Bruce: I just know what you two are doing at any time, any place, anywhere. I know where to find you right now. I can’t put it into words but it’s like we’re connected.

Bruce: Do you realize it too?

Melody: … Yes.

Melody: I was worried last night because you weren’t safe. And when you got home and told me that you were nearly in a car accident I almost screamed. I don’t believe in this sixth sense bullshit. I don’t believe in any of it. I was a vegetarian because of logic reasons, not that I ‘feel the animal’s souls’.

Alan: But you’ve also been eating a lot of meat lately too, huh?

Bruce: There’s so many jokes I can make about the meat thing.

Alan: Time and a fucking place, Bruce.

Alan: I’ve basically become a carnivore overnight. I made myself three steaks last night because I just couldn’t get full. I’m blowing through my food budget like there’s no tomorrow.

Bruce: Damn. I’ve been getting by on chicken nuggets but nothing beats a rare steak right now. I could go get one right now. If I wasn’t so damn tired.

!~*~!

Bruce: Cleo? Are you there? I know you’re okay but I’m wondering for how much longer.

Bruce: Please tell me you’re okay.

Cleo: … I’m hideous.

Cleo: My new teeth are all sharp. I’m so hairy. The only thing I like to eat is meat. I only like being out at night, and when I do, I explore my territory.

Cleo: I’m not what you want.

Bruce: No no no, it’s all of us, Cleo. My teeth just started to get loose. The night is beautiful, isn’t it?

Cleo: Especially the moon. But I feel so alone. I’m not supposed to be alone. I love you, Bruce. So much. We’re meant to be.

Bruce: We are. All of us need to be together. It’s getting stronger by the day. What’s happening to us?

Cleo: The potion. The energy potion.

Cleo: That fucker turned us into freaks!

Bruce: Nonono, you’re not a freak. If it wasn’t for this new connection, I wouldn’t have made a move that night. Appearance or not, this isn’t… all bad.

Cleo: Not all bad?

Cleo: What is even the end of this? What are we turning into?

Bruce: Hang tight. We’ll be okay, I promise.

Cleo: … my dad’s banging on my door fuckfuckfuck I think he knows about us

Bruce: Cleo?

Bruce: Cleo?!?!

Bruce: CLEO PLEASE REPLY

Bruce: CLEO!

!~*~!

Bruce: She’s in trouble.

Melody: I’m already almost to her house. Alan’s with me. Meet us there.

Bruce: Keep her safe.

!~*~!

Bruce: Shaken them off?

Melody: Yes.

Cleo: They couldn’t keep up. They’re weak. They don’t have our senses in the dark.

Alan: I got rid of the body. And our clothes.

Bruce: You know where to go?

Cleo: We’ll meet you there.

Alan: You’re in charge.

Alan: We’ll get through this together.

Melody: Yes.

Cleo: Yes.

Bruce: Yes.

#horror stories #scary stories #sixpenceee stories #creative writing #writers on tumblr #the potion series #my stories

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smittyryker · 8 years ago

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Peacekeeper (Gally)

Requested anonymously, I hope you like it! I adore writing for Gally.

(My gif)

Reader always has kept the Gladers from picking on each other, which leads to her often talking to Gally.

The Glade had many leaders, or Keepers. There was the Keeper of the Runners, who Y/N often worked with, the Keeper of the Slicers, the Keeper of the Builders, and so on.

Y/N was none of these things, but she was a keeper. A peacekeeper.

Being one of the first Gladers, she had grown satisfactory at becoming an appeaser over the years. Y/N stopped many fights and screaming-matches all together.

No one was a lost cause, but Gally carried the most arrogance at the Gladers more than anyone else she’d met.

She constantly caught him bad-mouthing Gladers or picking on them. Her instincts told her to convince him to be civil, in the least. Even that wasn’t as easy as it may sound.

It was Gally.

Y/N was too much of a productive being to babysit the Gladers 24/7. It was Newt’s job during the day, when the girl was running through the gigantic maze walls, trying to find a way out.

It brought mostly stress on her shoulders.

Helping others be more settled made her feel better, somehow. That’s the kind of girl Y/N was.

It was a better run than most days. Although she ran for miles, her legs barely begged for relief as she jogged out of the Maze. Maybe it was because she wasn’t trying to keep up with the Keeper, as she liked to do. However, she was still coated in a thin layer of sweat and wanted nothing more than a cool shower.

Dabbing her face off with the collar of her shirt, she was about to start towards the showers, until she heard commotion. Searching the area, she saw Gally and Minho arguing outside the meetinghouse that Minho had to come back early for. She sighed, getting closer to listen, going unseen by the bystanders.

“You don’t know what this shank is going to do to the Glade! And you, the Keeper of the Runners, is supporting him? Seriously, Minho? You’re out of you’re shucking mind! Use your head!” She heard come out of Gally’s mouth. It was all too obvious that Gally was ranting about the newbie.

Thomas seemed well-liked among many Gladers already, so she almost knew this would happen. And seeing as Gally was looking just about ready to rip Minho’s head off, things were looking down.

Minho’s arms crossed as Gally yelled at him, a deadly glare on his face. This wouldn’t end well if she’d have chosen to stay silent.

“Hey,” Y/N called, walking towards the two. Noticing Gally’s balled up fists, her voice got louder and her steps got faster. “Hey!”

Gally turned his head towards her, unlike Minho, whose eyes were burning a hole through the side of Gally’s face. She tried to ignore that, though. There was no point in lecturing Minho, it was no use for the stubborn Keeper. There were others that could keep him in line, but Gally? He seemed to listen to Y/N more than anyone else, for an unknown reason.

They were both stubborn, both had hot tempers, but Minho had the Gladers on his side. Gally didn’t.

Her legs didn’t quit moving until she was in front of the Builder. She tried to keep your tone soft, despite her nerves racking at the probability of violence breaking out.

She kept her tone soft, which wasn’t difficult for her. “Gal, what happened?”

Simply by the sound of her voice, Gally’s shoulders fell and his fists unclamped. Still, he was immensely frustrated with no one believing him about the Thomas-corrupting-the-Glade issue. “He-” he was beggining to say, before cutting himself off. “They don’t believe me, Y/N,” he whispered in a defeated tone.

At that moment, she felt saddened by the look in his eyes. He had lots of anger stored up inside him, but it was because of his loneliness. It was rare when any of the Gladers showed him any decency when it wasn’t a result of their fear. That was the only way he could get it.

Still, her good heart knew she had to keep him on good terms with the others, for his own good.

“Not everyone’s gonna believe it. We have to give everyone a chance,” she stated in the easiest voice she could use.

She figured Gally would snap on her right then and there, apologizing for it later when he eventually calmed down, but he didn’t. Instead, he took a deep breath and nodded. “I guess so,” he mumbled, barely audible.

Minho nodded at her as he walked away, an evident thank you that he didn’t have to get into it with the Glade’s holder of the most fury. Then, it was just her and Gally who stood by the hut.

“I’m gonna get washed up, but do you wanna get something to eat after? With me?” Y/N asked, putting a hand on his arm. Gally felt his breathing stop for a moment, then sucked in a breath.

“Sounds good,” he replied, averting his eyes to the Kitchen and starting towards it, herself gratefully heading towards the showers.

She saw him sulking at a table by himself, fiddling with his greenbeans. Too soon, she thought to herself. A smile was brought to her lips when she realized there was an untouched plate across from him.

“Hey, Gally,” she greeted, sitting at the spot. An easy grin graced his face. In the moments before he responded, she admired his grin. He didn’t do it often around others, but it’s presence wasn’t suprising when he was around her. It suited him: gruff and shy at the same time. It was so Gally that she couldn’t help but smile right along with him.

Her curiosity unwillingly got the best of her when she wanted to ask about the meeting.

“What- How come you and Minho went at it? Is there a prologue to the story?”

“You’d have found out soon enough. He’s making Thomas a Runner.”

“A Runner?” She exclaimed in a bit of bewilderment. Minho was picky about who he chose to run the Maze, and a newbie? She didn’t know Thomas to make any judgements, but on paper, the idea sounded nuts.

Gally smiled. “That’s what I said. More expletives, though.”

The two of them laughed, and it was well-earned after everything Gally went through on a daily basis.

She registered then that she never witnessed Gally laugh any other time that wasn’t with her. He was closed-off and cold hearted towards the world, but she’d struck a chord in his life.

At least, she thought of it that way, and she wanted it to be true.

Gally must have known what he was doing. The thoughts puzzled Y/N.

“I don’t get it,” you said after regaining your composure, giving him a confused look. “How come you’re so nice to me?”

Gally’s expression entirely changed. His posture was more confident and straight, his face harder. “I’m not a monster, Y/N. I can be nice.”

She wasn’t in any mood to argue, ever, especially not with Gally.

“I agree.” A pause. “Anyway, I think you know what I’m asking,” she said, picking up both of their dirty plates and passing them to Fry, who was collecting them. “I should get some rest. Runner’s morning tomorrow.”

He nodded, not making eye contact.

A pang of hurt went to Y/N’s chest at being ignored. Without another word, she got up and began walking to her tent.

“Goodnight,” she heard quietly behind her. Gally. She smiled to herself, bidding him one back.

The unpredictable boy kept her guessing. He had a front to keep up, she knew, but it was tiring. With one last huff, she fell into a blank sleep with slow breaths leaving her nose. Gally was the last thing in her head as she dozed off.

Y/N hated to hold grudges.

After a run that held it’s place at medium difficulty and frustration, Y/N went straight to the showers and tried cleansing away all her unnecessary thoughts. It was strange for her to be partnered with Ben instead of Minho, as Minho was paired with Thomas.

Gally was right. Things were changing.

As if on cue, she heard the voice of the rough boy.

“They sent him here to destroy everything, you shucking moron,” he said gravelly. She turned and saw Gally push pass Jeff, making him drop the tools in his hands.

She rushed over, helping Jeff pick up. “I’m sorry,” Y/N apologized for Gally, which she knew he wouldn’t appreciate, but couldn’t be bothered not to. Jeff gave a knowing nod and was on his way.

Leaving her to talk to Gally.

“Why are you being like thiiis?” She asked Gally in the sweetest voice she could, forcing him to look at her e/c eyes. He almost got lost in them. Hell, he probably did.

“I always am,” he shrugged, biting his lower lip. “You know that.”

She shook her head, putting a palm on his chest to stop his walking. She froze for a second at how muscular his chest was before retreating her hand. Gally held the same confuzzled expression.

“Not to me.”

Gally looked down at his hands. “You’re right.”

“Why?”

Y/N observed his jaw clench.

“You really don’t know?” He asked without making eye contact.

She shook her head, looping her hands in the belt holes of her jeans. He finally looked at her, letting her get a glimpse of his broody, but attractive, face.

“I like you. Everyone else kinda figured it. I’m suprised the dumb slinthea- I’m suprised they didn’t say anything,” he corrected. She smiled at his words.

“Really?” Y/N questioned quietly, her bottom lip getting caught between her teeth. He shook his head yes.

She snaked herself under his arms, hugging his torso. He chuckled against her, putting his large hands in her hair. “You’re making me a better person. For no money,” he joked, making her giggle. “You have the best heart.”

“Well, now you can have it.”

#tmr gally #tmr gally imagine #tmr gally imagines #tmr #gally imagine #gally imagines #tmr imagine #tmr imagines #the maze runner #the maze runner imagine #the maze runner imagines

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the-closested-bisexual-himbo · 4 years ago

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(Not me adding in her crying when she comes out to Billy now because I just randomly wanted to read it cause I’m having a really bad day and just rough go of it mentally today and I guess the last couple days i really had every intention in telling my mom about how im gettin top surgery soon but it was one after another stressful thing and that doesn’t even bring into things that I actually intended to tell her for the last like two weeks if not longer but like shit just keeeeps happening and she’s sooo overwhelmed and having breakdowns too and I’m like ahhhh I DONT WANNA ADD TO THIIIS STRESS!!!! But it’s eating me up inside in general, like god I can’t wait to start therapy in a couple days, then also like not telling her. POINT BEING LOL I CRIED TO MY OWN BARELY WRITTEN FANFIC AFTER NOT BEING ABLE TI CRY FOR MYSELF DIRECTLY FUUURTHER REINSTATING MY CONCLUSION I CAME TO NOT TOO LONG AGO THAT I USE SHIPS N FANFICS TO PROCESS MY OWN FEELINGS AND BULL)

Buuut ugh yeahhh dude I just really cried to that part today hahahaa 😅👀🥲😖😓😭 sooo yeah I just added that in it kinda fits for the eyes closing bit too I think. Sorry for venting I’ll probs delete this cause I didn’t want too much personal stuff here buuut a lot of fanfics im writing are actually ways of me working thru stuff in different ideas that I’ve had for this ship. Idk why they help me work thru aspects of myself n stuff. I’ll def be working on my fanfics as a coping mechanism for all my bull for the next couple months as I have time. Well when I’m not working out 🏋️ lol tryin to get fit before surgery so I can keep things chill for a bit after to really focus on recovering. Def will be writing lots posted up in bed haha I’m open to having a role play start up, just a side note but like you gotta be open to me also being able to work it into a fic if I like it cause chances are I will lol.

Yo I caaant stop thinking about Billy and Steve becoming kiiiinda buddy buddy after coach makes them partner up until they “squash the beef” and their doin their workout drills during practice. Taking turns holding the others feet for crunches while they actually start talkin, initially jokes but they lead to “yeah my old man sucks too” type bonding talk filled with genuine smirks and laughs shared. Gettin more and more about their shared trauma.. and oh man the trauma bonding feels so good cause they both never thought they’d have someone who’d understand them.

After practice they go to one another’s house cause as they jokingly put it “well we know no ones gonna be home and if they are well we’ll just go some other place cause we know they won’t miss us” haha. And Billy tries to help Steve out with tips on how to bulk up but Steve always politely, turns the lightest hint of pink as he brushes it off. But man, why does Billy have to call him small, and dainty “like a girl” every time he brings it up. Cause, fuck, Steve hates that his heart always catches with his stomach with out fail every time as Billy, none the wiser keeps goin on and on about how he’s gotta bulk “his boy” up now that a real man like himself is on the team or he’ll “wipe the floor with you little bitchs”….

(Stop here read the tags I started writings the story in them, then come back here and read this next long bit lmfaoooo jumbled order cause I had nooo intention on writing this much but yeah got away from me. Don’t worry yall I promise I’ll get this actually written up into a nice sized lil fic )

(Ooooops soooo I zoned out and got carried away vibing n started to write the fic in the tags while watching young royals again with my mom (sorry if I miss gender Steve in the middle ground area before she comes out and it’s a mess in the finished version ima have my shit together but rn I’m just getting it out half minded didn’t even mean to write so much and then I did in the tags to the point where I reached my limit oop soooo I’ll have to finish it haha sorryyy cliffhanger was Steve finally ends up comfortable enough to talk about that first day and Billy’s all like “So we gonna talk about how you were jealous of your girlfriend and wanting her body in the least sexual way ooor..” and Steve figures it out and has to tip toe around the words and is scared to say it but Billy plays dumb just to get clarification aaaand Steve’s like “I-I like…. Wanna be.. *sigh* I wanna be like her.. I wanna be..” and Steve’s trembling with the pace of hyperventilating like breath, looks from the floor to Billy and is like “you know?… you have to know..” and Billy keeps fishing, wants to hear the truth out loud not for his own sake of course but Steve’s. “Just say what you mean Steve, go ahead, I’m here for you.. I swear I’m not goin anywhere, but you gotta say it” and Steves tearing up a bit as Billy urges “just breath, it’s okay, it’ll be okay, tell me.” And they’re both all vulnerable, locked in the others stare and Steve just follows Billys direction breathes and says “I-I (closes eyes and tears roll down) I’m a, girl” and then looks away, down to the floor. Eyes dewy nose gone a little red along with her eyes. Too anxious to see Billys reaction but feeling relieved all the same to have finally said it aloud and at that, another person and on top of that, being his enemy turned best friend turned crush.

Billy feel such a mix of emotions watching Steve looking off, fearing the worst he wondered to himself, Steve didn’t deserve to feel any level of worry or fear especially for just being.. uh, herself, he thought the air felt weighted in silence and he couldn’t stop himself from stirring it up by striding to Steve who still averting her gaze began to flinchingly step back. “Hey, you.. you don’t have to be scared of me Harrington.. i meant what I said, I’m not going anywhere.. aaand, it’s going to be okay.” And Steve meets his eyes for a moment before looking back down to the side as Billy closes the rest of the distance between them. “Guess this means I should call you pretty girl now?..” Billy says smiling trying to lighten the thick air. And Steve’s blushing and swallowing awkwardly as his breath hitches. Billy tries to ignore how causing Steve to be like that makes him feel and just clears his throat to say “look you don’t ever have to feel.. embarrassed or uncomfortable with me really I’m always here.. we’re all we got man-I mean fuck um, I meant that in the exclamation not like.. but still I’m sorry I’ll try to be more careful. Wh-what would you prefer I say?” And Steve feels so hot because oh my god he’s actually not running away but coming closer, Billy’s consoling him rather then berating or bullying him. And, fuck, he-he really cares like reeeally cares and nothings ever been like this in Steve’s whole life and for a moment it almost feels like a kiss was inevitable between them but Steve couldn’t bring himself to even look at him and figured Billy wouldn’t.. would he?… “um, it’s okay man we talk like that, ya know the dude and bro and man exclamation is our thing I like that and don’t want us to change that, but… I guess when it’s just us I wouldn’t mind if you tossed in that… ‘pretty girl’ thing.” And suddenly it feels like actual fire now and if this kiss doesn’t happen soon all the oxygen will cease to exist in this room. suddenly Billy’s hand is on the side of her face gently so they’re faces meet. “Look at me” Billy whispers so close Steve feels the faint breath on her face and she’s out of breath, it catches like she’s drunk on the moment as her heavy lidded eyes finally meet with his and she can tell the second they do that she’s not alone in the need, the want filling the room.) aaand.

That’s where I’ll end it tonight sorryyyy but ima work on this one for sure it’s very close to home for me haha sooo yeah. Again sorry about any misgendering in the in between in the tags I’ll go back and fix it most likely the day after tom I have a family event tom.

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bitsy83 · 8 years ago

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Sing 2 - Duets

(Just the first chapter of my fan-sequel to my new favorite movie. I just hope I can get this posting down ok.)

Chapter 1 - A New Day

“I remember when I was a kid, my dad always told me to never let failure stop you from achieving your goals. After all, if all roads to success were easy, then everyone would be a winner. And you have to know how to lose in order to know what winning is really all about.

“Less than a year ago, I was an optimistic, but struggling, theater producer who barely had two pennies to rub together. My shows were failing, money was practically nonexistent, and I had more death threats than an Internet troll. My best pal, Eddie, told me time and again to just give up and let the theater go so I could move on to bigger and better things. What he didn’t realize was this was my bigger and better thing and I wasn’t letting it go for anybody. So, in a last ditch effort, I decided to do the one thing I knew would pack my theater to the brim: a singing competition! I won’t go into too much detail, but let’s just say this was both the greatest idea I ever had and the biggest mistake I ever made. I may have stretched the truth here and there about the prize money and maybe have put a bit too much pressure on my contestants and myself, which eventually led to the collapse - both figuratively and literally - of my beloved theater.

“I was a failure. A washed-up clown. A loose cannon, I believe someone stated. I had hit rock bottom, which meant one thing: the only place left I had to go…was up. But I didn’t do it alone…

“While I still had Eddie and dear Ms. Crawley in my corner, the competition introduced me a lively group of characters I would later on call my friends and close knit theater family. Johnny, Rosita, Gunter, Ash, Meena, and Mike. (Well, Mike when he wasn’t avoiding the loan sharks and killer Russian bears). With their help, I was able to not only put on a fantastic show, but my theater was restored to its former glory, thanks to the illustrious Nana Noodleman.

“I swear, I’ve never seen this place so popular, not even when I was a kid! Obviously, I had to make some changes if I was able to make this second chance last. Dear Mrs. Noodleman oversees the productions and gives insight on what should and should not be performed. We still put on various plays and concerts, but we’ve even gotten requests to use the stage as a wedding venue and other private events. This is always good for a little extra spending money for any future shows we have, especially for my little theater family. They still put on their shows and even help out backstage when their talents are not required onstage.

“For example, Rosita has offered to help out with prop and set design. I guess when you are raising twenty-five children and one husband, organization and good imagination just come naturally to you. Gunter has offered to be our official choreographer. He’s an excellent teacher, though sometimes his students get a bit embarrassed when he breaks out the sequenced leotards. While Meena has finally gotten over her stage fright and does occasionally perform, she happened to take quite a shine to working as a stagehand. She’s hoping that it’ll help beef up her college resumes. Poor girl’s been stressing herself out in getting into a good school so she can major in music and maybe even theater (a girl after my own heart).

“Our up-and-coming rock star, Ash, has set an all-time record for rebounding after her ugly breakup with what’s-his-name. Not only has she written countless new songs since her first solo performance, she reunited a few old schoolmates of hers and started a new band: Nature’s Rejects. (Not my first choice for a band name, but what can you do?) This girl’s been getting gigs all over the city and has become a local celebrity.

“Last, but not least, Johnny. I knew the second I looked at him that this kid was going to be a whiz on the piano and I was right. He still gets lessons from Ms. Crawley, but he’s such a pro now that I think he only does it to have access to a piano. Hearing him sing while tickling the ebony and ivory just melts your heart.

“The hands of fate has given me a new beginning. I may have taken a final bow at my old theater, but this revival will live on for generations to come! Or my name isn’t Buster…”

A knock on the door interrupted Buster’s monologue. “Good morning, Mr. Moon,” said Ms. Crawley as she shuffled into his office, holding a cup of coffee.

“Hold that thought, Ms. Crawley,” said Buster and quickly went to his camera tripod, turning off the recording button. “Looks like my auto-documentary will have to be put on hold. So, what is on the agenda today?”

“Well, let’s see…” With a shaky hand, Ms. Crawley pulled out her notepad. “Meena and Eddie will be working on the new sound system and lighting fixtures we ordered. Johnny will be in for his usual piano lesson. Oh, and Ash and her little friends will be using rehearsal room A for practice until about one, and then we start rehearsals for the new play. Rosita will be here early to help with the set design.”

“Excellent!” said Buster, sipping his coffee. “Just like a well-oiled machine.” He walked over to his window, taking a deep breath. “It’s gonna be a good day, Ms. Crawley. And there will be plenty more to come after that!”

***

“Honey, have you seen my car keys?” asked Norman as he was wiping Casper’s face with a paper towel.

“Coat pocket,” said Rosita, pulling an action figure out of Hannah’s mouth. “Ok, where did I put my binder?”

“On the counter near the coffeemaker.”

It was just another chaotic morning at the breakfast nook for Rosita and family, though the morning routine has had some upgrades. Ever since Rosita performed her song with Gunter, Norman saw her in a whole new light. After a long, heartfelt talk, he realized that he had been taking his wife for granted and should have been helping her with the kids as well as her new job at Moon theater. So now, Norman gets up with Rosita and together they help the kids get ready for school and getting their own schedules on track. Rosita was never one to complain, but she was so happy to finally get a little extra help in the morning as well as around the house. Although they still kept up her strange contraption to get the kids out of bed and do the cleaning while they were both at work.

So, after giving the kids their backpacks (Rosita did the girls while Norman got the boys) and sending them on their way, Norman and Rosita took a moment to fix each other up.

“Bye Norman,” said Rosita, straightening his tie.

“Bye bye, Rosita,” said Norman, handing her her purse. “Tell Gunter I said…what’s hello in German again?”

“Guten Tag. And I will.” Rosita chuckled and gave her husband a loving kiss. “See you tonight, honey. Have a great day at work.”

With that, Norman went to the car while Rosita hummed down the street in the opposite direction. It was gonna be a good day; she could feel it.

*** Meena hummed to herself as she was preparing the pancake batter. Since she was plugged into her tunes, she didn’t hear her grandfather come up behind her, trying to steal a few extra chocolate chips. His attempt was thwarted thanks to Meena’s mother smacking his trunk.

“No dad,” she scolded. “You remember what the doctor said about your blood pressure: cut back on the sweets!”

Grandpa just harrumphed and went to sit down at the breakfast table. “I still think I need a second opinion. That doc’s a quack.”

“He’s a duck, dad…”

“So I got a bit of a sweet tooth,” he continued. “I’ve been eating like that since I was Meena’s age and I still made star quarterback on the college football team.”

“Well, you’re not her age now, so you’re gonna have to follow doctor’s orders. Besides, I made you a nice bowl of oatmeal instead.”

“I can make something else,” said Meena, who had taken off her headphones.

But her mother shook her head. “You finish up on the pancakes, sweetie. You know how you grandma loves them. Speaking of which, I better go see if she’s having trouble finding her glasses again.”

After placing the bowl of oatmeal in front of her disgruntled father, Meena’s mom left the kitchen to head upstairs. Once the coast was clear, Meena picked up the bowl of chips and went over to the table. She held a finger to her lips and sprinkled a few chips on his oatmeal. Grandpa chuckled. “That’s my girl.”

“Mom does have a point though,” she said. “I don’t want you getting sick.”

Grandpa laughed as he took a bite of his breakfast. “Aw, I’m as fit as a fiddle, Meena. Don’t you worry about me. Or should I say ‘Don’t you worry ‘bout a thiiiing!”

Meena giggled. “Very cute, Grandpa.” She gave him a small kiss on his head, then went back to the stove.

“That reminds me, baby girl. Did you ever hear back from that dream school of yours?”

“Lincoln?” Meena shook her head. “No, not yet. Although I’m starting to wonder if I still have a shot…”

“Of course you do! So the other schools you applied for turned you down. So what? If they had half a brain, they’d have taken you in a heartbeat! Once you become a world-famous singer, they’ll be kicking themselves to their graves.”

Meena rolled her eyes. Once again, her grandfather was promoting her as a superstar singer. “Grandpa, I know you want me to make it big, but I want to do more with my life than just sing. I wanna learn everything I can about music. The history, the styles, the impact it has on different cultures. And thanks to Mr. Moon, now I’m kinda interesting in theater production.”

Grandpa coughed. “You mean, you’d rather go back behind the curtain again? I thought you were over your stage fright.”

“I am!” she said, placing the fresh batch of pancakes on the table. “I just want something to fall back on, that’s all. I can’t put all my eggs in one basket.”

Shaking his head in both admiration and frustration, Grandpa took another bite of his oatmeal. “Well, I can’t argue with your logic, baby girl. Just don’t deny the world your gift, that’s all I’m saying.”

“Who says I only have one gift to give?”

Grandpa laughed. “That’s true, that’s true. Nice to finally see some backbone growing outta you. Make me some coffee, baby. I’m gonna get the paper.”

***

Ash grumbled as she dragged her feet to the kitchen. She hated mornings, whether they be the crack of dawn or eleven o’clock. She was strictly an afternoon, evening, and night kind of girl. She was about to start the coffee when she saw a cup for her was already made. Ash smirked and reached for the creamer. “Thank you, Olive,” she said over her shoulder.

Ever since her breakup with Lance, Ash wasted no time in moving forward as much as possible. One step forward including patching things up with her old friend, Olive; a raccoon Ash knew back from the third grade. Olive was loyal and friendly, though gifted with a sarcastic wit that she wasn’t afraid to unleash. They had been very close in the past, but once Ash started dating Lance during their junior year in high school, their friendship faltered. Once the breakup happened, Ash contacted Olive again and the two of them were finally able to talk things over. Everything connected to Lance (including music posters, clothing, old CDs, and his weird collection of bottle caps) was successfully removed from the apartment, Olive moved in and they got along swimmingly.

Olive chuckled as she sat at the table with the morning paper. “Figured it was either that or break out the air horn. How is it that I’m a nocturnal animal and still get up before you do?”

“You got messed up DNA?” said Ash. “So, anything about zombies in the paper?”

Olive shook her head. “Not yet, though apparently a piece of sand covered in oyster mucus is touring the country.”

Ash looked over Olive’s shoulder to see what she was referring to. The front page of the paper said Priceless 600 Year-Old Pearl To Be Displayed at City Museum. Below the headline, a picture of a large white orb was displayed on a velvet pillow in glass box. Ash let out a low whistle. “Wow, imagine having that on your eBay page.”

“Seriously. Hey, we rehearsing at the theater today?”

Ash’s second step forward was working on her music career and Olive was just the boost she needed. Olive was already great at the bass and was friends with a drummer named Brandy: a sweet, bubbly teenage skunk who was addicted to all forms of social media. This actually wasn’t a bad thing since Brandy was in charge of the band’s Facebook page and Twitter account.

“Yup,” said Ash as she downed the rest of her coffee. “Be sure to text Brandy. I don’t want her missing the warm-up again.”

“Don’t worry; she’ll be there,” said Olive, wiping her glasses on the corner of shirt. Especially if she wants to see Johnny…

***

“Thirty-six…thirty-seven…thirty-eight…”

Johnny blinked away the sweat in his eyes as he finished up another set of curl-ups while hanging upside down. He kept catching glimpses of the news broadcast during his sets.

“The pearl will be displayed at the Cornea Museum for exactly one month before continuing its global tour,” said the cat announcer. “The pearl has been in the Mundabi family for nearly ten generations and is part of a very important tradition. Whenever the current owner of the pearl passes away, the pearl must make a global voyage to various cities in the world before being handed down to the next heir. The pearl is said to be worth over five-billion dollars in American currency. Mayor Olsen has promised the Mundabi family that the pearl will have only the best security protecting it. Mr. Mundabi almost rejected the city of Cornea after learning about the botched gold heist that took place last year. The culprit was none other than Marcus “Big Daddy” Greystone, who is still currently serving time…”

Johnny turned off the TV and sighed heavily. He hated it when the news brought up his dad’s gang. Sure, his dad was a criminal, but he only stole money. He had never broken into homes or stolen personal items, even if the item in question was beyond priceless.

Thinking of his father led Johnny over to the collection of pictures he had sitting on the makeshift shelf in his room. All the pics were of happier times when he still lived in England and before his father had become “Big Daddy Greystone.” Most of all, it was when he still had his mother. His eyes fell upon his favorite photo of her. Unlike Johnny and his dad, his mother was brown-furred gorillia. She had a kind face and hazel eyes that always eased Johnny’s heart. In the photo, she was wearing her favorite pink sweater and was holding Johnny when he was a toddler. The young ape in the picture wouldn’t look at the camera, but kept his eyes on his mother, who returned the gaze with a beautiful smile on her face. But what Johnny remembered the most was her voice. Her passion for singing matched his own. Every night before bed, he would sit on his father’s lap while she played the piano and sung him a lullaby, her melodious voice lulling him to dreamland. She was the exact opposite of his dad: kind, gentle, soft-spoken. She really brought a sense of balance to their family, until…

Johnny shook away the memory. Don’t think of that now, Johnny thought to himself. He then looked over at the picture of him and his dad. He must have only been about three or four and was propped on his dad’s shoulder, smiling and waving to the camera. His dad had a large smile on his face as he looked up at his son, every bit of him shining with pride. Next to the photo was the newspaper article of his father getting arrested, complete with mugshot. It was like they were two different apes. The news would always see his father as a notorious, heartless criminal who didn’t deserve a second chance. But to Johnny, he’d always be his dad.

Johnny picked up a marker and scratched another day off the calendar. “Almost there, dad.” Flipping ahead, he saw that there were only six months left before his father’s parole. The prison visits had been helping him cope with the absence. It was the first time he and his dad actually sat down and really spoke to each other as father and son and not gang leader and henchman. Marcus promised Johnny, over and over, that things would be different once he got out. Johnny believed him, but was still worried. He knew that having a criminal record meant it’d be difficult to get a job. Still, he couldn’t afford to give up hope.

Looking down at his watch, he saw that it was time for him to get cleaned up and head to the theater. After a quick shower and breakfast, Johnny grabbed his skateboard and locked up the garage.

#sing movie #sing Ash #Johnny #buster moon #fanfic #sing 2016 #sing 2

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whatthebodygraspsnot · 8 years ago

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That ABC’s of Me you did with Lance was really interesting! Do you think you could do it with Keith?

i sure can

ABCs of babyboi

A - age: 24 but sometimes 45 at heartB - biggest fear: losing the last bit of control he has in a sticky situation. also spiders. those crawly motherfuckers.C - current time: 3:43. he’s technically supposed to be heading over to afterschool now but anon wanted this so. pidge probably has everything on lock down anyway, he’s good. (sounds of screaming children in the background)

D - drink you last had: coffee with a new thing of peppermint creamer because shiro’s the best big bro in existence E - every day starts with: staring at his ceiling with dread. or at least it used to until lance started leaving him funny early morning snaps. (he doesn’t know if it’s bc he told lance he hates waking up or if it’s just a coincidence.)F - favorite song: cemetary drive by mcr and if you’re planning on saying even a single sarcastic thing keith will make your life so shitty omgG - ghosts, are they real?: he’s never seen an actual bodily manifestation, but mystical energies are real and he’s a little worried about how negative his will be when he diesH - home town: a town south of chicago where there are Lots and Lots of white people and Lots and Lots of high-end stores that the town thinks The White People can afford to shop at but they can’t. so the businesses are always tanking and switching out for another high-end that’s gonna tank in a few months. moving out with shiro was a godsend.I - in love with: J - jealous of: people who are naturally socialK - killed someone: this is a joke but keith’s sweatin a little. not because he’s killed anyone. just…you know…maybe thought about it once or twice. nothing wrong with that right? everyone’s done that………right?L - last time you cried: there are levels of crying and this question doesn’t specify which level so he can’t possibly.M - middle name: fuck if he knows. foster care didn’t seem to think that was an important piece of info to get.N - number of siblings: shiroO - one wish: ok honestly itd be pretty great to be more confident around lance without the help of being shitfacedP - person you last called/texted: lance just texted him about an anime called No. 6??? when will the suffering end???Q - question you’re always asked: “why the long face?” “when is afterschool over?” R - reason to smile: ew grossS - song last sang: might’ve maybe hummed along with shiro to a maroon 5 song that was on the radioT - time you woke up: 9ish. space jam stepped on his throat.U - underwear color: black (this is a dumb question for U. literally any other U would’ve worked. like… ….. ………………………. *clears throat* black. he has black underwear.)V - vacation destination: it’d be cool to go to korea but he’s not dying to go. he’s also had this childish craving to go to disneyland since getting adopted, but he feels like it wouldn’t be as awesome now at 24.W - worst habit: his sarcasm is way too dry sometimes and people think he’s being serious. Ex: “Hey, wanna go for a jog tomorrow morning?” “There’s nothing I’d rather do.” “Okay cool! Pick you up at 6!” “Wait-”X - x rays you’ve had: teeth, and that one time he was thiiis close to breaking his arm while rollerskating at an afterschool thingY - your favorite foods: deeeeeeeeeep diiiiiiiiiish piiiiiiizzaaaaaaaa. also coffee, but that’s not a secret. oh, and also just breakfast food in general. if he could eat breakfast food for every meal he would do it in a heart beat omgZ - zodiac sign: aries

#crowd pleaser au #ye ye

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