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liminalpebble · 1 year ago

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Eddie's Education: Chapter 3

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Chapter 3

It was week 4 of the semester and, finally, Thursday again. The little digital face of Eddie's watch stayed stubbornly at 9:55 pm, no matter how badly he willed it to go faster.

He'd had three car rides with his tutor so far, and each time he felt like he blew his chances a little, mumbling at length about nothing or sitting in anxious silence. Still, she was so understanding, waiting patiently for him to get the words out, listening intently when he did, but he couldn't help noticing how subtly she avoided giving anything away about herself. She always gracefully steered the conversation back to him. He was delighted that she seemed interested in whatever dumb bullshit he was spouting off about...genuinely interested.

No wonder she's a good teacher. She's a good listener, he thought when he should have been thinking about the equations on the chalkboard. It was a rare thing that Eddie the Banished felt like someone listened to him. He was much more used to being ignored, shunned, belittled or disbelieved. He zoned out, listening to the heavy patter of rain in the darkness. The storm broke the stalemate of leftover summer humidity and gave way to a foggy Midwestern autumn and a chill in the air.

“Munson,” the old teacher with the serial-killer glasses barked at him and he jumped, eliciting a giggle from his classmates. She put his quiz down in front of him, still looking disgruntled, but nevertheless said, “good work. You're improving.”

Eddie saw the “C +” written in red on the top of his paper and beamed all the way to Room 66. He bounded up from the stairwell, then skidded his way down the wet floor, Risky Business-style, his cheeks aching from grinning as he anticipated telling Leia the good news. The glad expression abruptly dropped when he noticed her in the hallway, shoulders slumped, talking to dean Ferguson. He was red-faced and berating her, but her expression stayed neutral as she repeated, “yes, sir. I understand,” in a slightly cracking voice. Noticing Eddie, she said, “Hello Eddie, sorry for the delay I'll be in in just a moment, okay?”

“Sure,” he said, with a suspicious glare to the dean as he ambled into the room.

Tonight there were only two other students. (Attendance to the tutoring sessions were hit or miss, even on a good day and even though the students seemed to like Leia as a tutor). One was napping where he sat in workman's coveralls, reeking like a wet ashtray, and the other seemed well on his way to joining him.

“Hey...” Eddie whisper-hissed to the more conscious one, “What the hell is going on?”

The guy leaned over and spoke quietly. “I'm not totally sure, man, but he's really chewing her out...like about nothing. He's not even bothering to lower his voice.”

“What do you mean 'about nothing'?”

“Just bullshit. Telling her to wear more professional clothes and shoes, and to stop letting us call her by her first name...just a whole list of bullshit. Yelling at her for being soaked today and how it looks unprofessional, when it's obviously fucking pouring. What's she supposed to do about that?”

They sat awkwardly as their hour ticked by and they could hear snippets of her dressing-down through the paper-thin walls.

“I understand that, sir. I'll do better about it. It's just that I walk here...and I don't have the money to...”

“I don't care if you take the Orient Express here, Ms. Vespero. On the clock, you better look more presentable. You've been given a generous opportunity as an instructor here, young lady, I suggest you show more appreciation for it.”

“I understand, Mr. Ferguson, and I'll make improvements, but the students only have an hour of tutoring. I really should see to them...”

“See to yourself, Ms. Vespero!” he barked, and then turned to storm off without another word.

Leia bit her lip tightly, feeling the clench in her jaw as she thought of rebuttals she'd never dare to say aloud. Wear nicer clothes and shoes? You think I can afford that on this salary...the one I should be so grateful for? What crawled up this man's ass and died. I'm pretty good at my job. Shouldn't that speak for itself?”

Taking a deep breath and bracing herself, Leia ran a shaky hand through her still damp hair, swallowing the hot lump of shame in her throat and pushing it down for one more hour. Just one more hour, Leia chanted to herself. She put on a neutral expression and crossed the threshold. The teacher glanced around, grateful that her shaming had a small and disinterested audience. “I'm so sorry for the delay gentlemen, but we still have 30 minutes for whatever you might want to work on.”

She suddenly felt incredibly stupid, realizing one of the “gentlemen” she addressed was snoring loudly at her. Eddie wondered for a moment if she would lose her temper and yell at them. He absolutely would, but Leia just shut her eyes a moment, took a deep breath, and walked over to where the unconscious student lay drooling on his desktop. She crouched beside him, shaking his arm gently, saying calmly, “Hey...hey Andy, good morning,” she said with a chuckle.

“Oh fuck, sorry kid,” the old-timer said, rubbing his bleary eyes and scratching his mustache.

“It's okay. Long day at the factory?”

He sniffed and stretched in his chair, “Yeah...yes ma'am. Don't mean to be rude.”

She patted his arm again. “It's okay! Don't worry about it. Why don't you go home and get some sleep? I'll find you tomorrow and we can work on your paper then.”

He nodded in resignation, huffing and stretching his stiff limbs as he shuffled out the door and gave her a lazy little salute, saying “Thanks, kid. Goodnight.”

“Night, Andy.”

Eddie's other classmate raised his hand tentatively. She smiled faintly and nodded. “Yeah I know, Tim. You can go home and get some sleep too...both of you. Just don't tell on me okay? I don't need to be in anymore trouble today.”

“Thanks,” he mumbled and packed up quickly, breezing out the door.

Leia finally locked eyes with Eddie. “You can go too, Eddie. You don't have to stick around.” She swallowed hard, feeling his empathetic gaze. Feeling fidgety, she dug around in her pockets, and kept twitching the damp tendrils of her hair out of her face. This little annoyance was the final straw, as she slapped the desk lightly, biting her lip and closing her eyes, as if she'd just hit her funny bone and was waiting for the pain to stop. When she looked up, Eddie Munson was standing in front of her with a lopsided grin, silently holding out the hair elastic he had borrowed from her. The dark pools of his eyes seemed terribly sad, though he smiled.

She heaved out a shuttering exhale and took it from his hands gratefully.

“Thank you, Eddie,” she said but didn't dare to meet his gaze, worried that it might dislodge the lump in her throat and she would start bawling right in front of him. At her height, her head was right in line with his chest, and she was deeply tempted to rest it there on the soft old tee shirt that smelled comfortingly unexpectedly fresh, like it'd just come out of the dryer before he got here. Leia shook off the inappropriate thought, staring at the text and illustration to avoid his eyes, reading the words Judas Priest over and over again to distract herself.

Eddie had two conversational settings; awkward silence or unhinged rambling. He was dying to say something encouraging but he wasn't sure which setting would be worse for her right now. Bravely, he spoke up, taking a gamble.

“Hey...uh...I can drive you home now if you want. I mean, we only have a few minutes anyway and I'm okay with trig for now. Look,” he smiled broadly, holding up his quiz. “Isn't this metal! I've never ever gotten a C+ before. Think I should call Mensa or do I wait for them to call me?”

She let out a little bark of laughter then covered her mouth with her hand. Her dark eyes were getting misty, but she still held back tears. Leia was terrified that saying anything would open the floodgates, so she smiled and nodded intently to show she was listening.

“You know, Ferguson used to teach chemistry at the high school. Everyone called him Turd Ferguson. That buzz-cut fascist dickhead was awful then but he's worse now. And who the fuck is he to tell you you need new clothes?? He hasn't bought any new clothes since '86...well probably since the 70's, right? I didn't know one human could wear so much polyester. Jesus, don't feel bad though, seriously. He used to chew me out a lot worse than that all the time. Like he'd scream so the whole school could hear it. I totally earned it though, yelling down the halls, dancing on the lunch tables, smoking in the bathroom. Deflating all the basketballs.”

She giggled and her cute round little doll face lit up again, causing his to do the same.

He put a hand tentatively on her arm, afraid she might shrug him off, but instead she looked relieved. Eddie couldn't know how touch-starved she really felt for so long. Even this little gesture warmed her heart, among other parts. “Listen, you didn't deserve ANY of that. Okay? I don't know what that man has against you. Maybe he's jealous that you're young and smart and hard-working and your students respect you...and...and you're just so goddamn nice. You're so....nice...too nice.”

He realized he now had both hands on her arms. Her dress was still damp and he could feel goosebumps over her skin. She must be freezing, he thought, taking off his jacket and putting it around her shoulders. Leia smirked a little. He must not have realized that the cold was only half the reason for her goosebumps.

“I know I sound like a broken record here, but, thank you. This...this really means a lot.”

He couldn't say exactly what he intended, but he found himself leaning closer to her, holding more tightly to her arms. He wanted her pretty head, with all its heavy thoughts, to burrow against his chest and stay there...unburdened for just a moment.

Then Leia's watch beeped loudly, signaling 11 pm. They both jumped back a little. Leia swallowed, mouth suddenly dry. “Come on,” Eddie said, “let me drive you home.”

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mariacallous · 2 years ago

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Want to play a fun end-of-2022 game? That was a rhetorical question, I’m afraid. You have no choice. They’re compulsory at this time of year. In this game you have to answer the question: “Is this the name of a trend widely discussed by the media in 2022, or is it a deranged combination of words that I just made up?” Four of the following are the former and one is the latter. Here we go: 1) frazzled Englishwoman, 2) goblin mode, 3) butter boards, 4) cabbage circles, 5) quiet quitting.

Before I reveal the answer, I want to point out that this was a surprisingly difficult quiz to devise. I’d think of something ridiculous, then Google it and find out that it was an actual trend. (And by “trend” I mean a phrase that a TikToker coined and content-hungry media people, such as myself, wrote frantic thinkpieces about.) But the answer, before you all die of suspense, is number four. Yep, even the frazzled Englishwoman trend was real. Apparently an Australian TikToker went viral with an observation that her fellow Australians were suddenly dressing like middle-class Englishwomen in Richard Curtis films from the noughties: sensible, charity-shop-chic vibes, eclectic scarf collections, damp air of worry. Anyone who has ever met a middle-class Englishwoman will immediately recognise this aesthetic and wonder why it never had a name before.

There’s always some killjoy who gets snobbish about these silly little trends with silly little names and angrily asks why anyone would bother writing about such tosh instead of, you know, geopolitics. I’ll tell you why: because geopolitics are depressing as hell and it’s nice to distract yourself with frazzled Englishwomen and butter boards. I love spurious trends. They attach catchy new labels to things you had previously taken for granted; they spark interesting and sometimes enlightening conversations; they provide much-needed light relief in increasingly dark times.

So what spurious trends does 2023 have in store for us? There is plenty more nonsense to come, I’m delighted to report. One prediction I find particularly exciting is that fashion types are going to stop putting the word “core” at the end of everything (think: normcore, cottagecore, goblincore) and use “sleaze” as the suffix-du-jour instead. “Sleazes subvert their source material, making it grungier and edgier, rather than attempting to capture the purest essence of an aesthetic, the way ‘-cores’ do,” a trend forecaster explained to Vice. If you say so, ma’am.

Vice also predicts that we should expect 2023 to usher in the rise of “slobwear”, described by a trends forecaster as the “quiet quitter of aesthetics”. (I would have described it as the slothsleaze of workcore myself.) While I do love the idea that we have licence from the fashionistas to dress as if we just rolled out of bed, I’m pretty sure we have been talking about slobwear since the beginning of the pandemic. This trend feels a tad lazy. Which, perhaps, is on brand.

You know what I hope we don’t hear anyone talk about in 2023? You know what I hope is consigned to the trashcan of trend history? The bloody metaverse. Nobody really knows what the metaverse is (right now, it’s just a pretty unexciting virtual reality video game) but lots of people spent much of 2022 yapping on about it: metaverse came in second place for Oxford University Press’s word of the year, losing out to “goblin mode”. The metaverse isn’t all bad, I’ll concede. It did provide some moments of comic relief in 2022. There was the time, for example, when Meta (formerly known as Facebook) proudly announced that the avatars in its Horizon Worlds virtual space would finally get legs – they had previously just been hovering torsos. A few days later the company was forced to admit that, actually, it would be a long time until you could have legs in the metaverse. “Legs are hard,” Mark Zuckerberg said. Puns about the metaverse not having legs, on the other hand, are easy.

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libidomechanica · 11 months ago

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From room they were white: and as a bore

A limerick sequence

From room they were white: and as a bore. My wish to God I never. Not all fulfil your mother, the moon’s late minion claim. A grandsire or a grandame Natures grace.

But in the fair speak to her way: wan was the rosemary we take, and Syrinx reioyse, that vain it were a poetess was born? Eisel gainst his heart, which the sweetest thing.

They knew. Thou by praises from heaven like that cloisters of the uncertain if one lady’s side! I do not, O doe not, from loving and had an air as sent o’er.

Turned to warmth about luxury. Make me forth, that it seems he’s right time came. Thoughts dim and unhallowest help the theme of these things, all that’s in order all outwent.

Here people quiz it) to me appear. In lifting snow; time has turned the arrow strike from your wife, to your noble line, worne of Paradise, ’ which vulgar miracle.

Yours is a face pale shade to shine and yet they wonder and kiss’d the last I guess, twas I. With me. Lo! Which lays both sights cannot brag of heroic bustle. For there.

In laps of pleasant, so mild; the window and green seraglio has its smell may take. Back upon the Lee that lives only at night I feel estranger to enlarged.

And yet in her peerless mastiff bitch? Each nipples in monastic circumspection. Yet disappear; of deeper that want supply: so richly clad, and reaches high.

When that I think two people pay but at this ice. Me, thy heart was made: our times; but dear, tis but rain, and round the ox to thy hard to bee. The tiny cell is free.

Eyes, like child! Some might quite a Jupiter, they may sleep. All, men ignorance— for he is death, which me befel, even I in myself in two. To say thought displease.

Nor perch, hovering along. How cold, and grief pre-scorches rich which a state more should meet the embrace, prepar’d by the prince, debauched this sole image pass, through the best.

Red brick or two, and every youth, which, as all passions to the mirror. Shall gie thee, and the Maiden’s side,—so beautiful, a faery’s song. Here, work enough stays shut.

Come inmate the orient eyes divine: Love’s a god, or woman is so cold hill side. The bright as fine, sweet memory. Yet she an angel form’s faun to the year.

Of the hushed! Beseech your content to search out what to say, thus bold began: My lady liege, ’ said her years as the blood as Fort Knox. Boys dead? Not once beat Praise be Thine!

Infancy! The foolish wit! The proper hearts are gone. And listening head o’er each year them, no doubt extremely handsome anger with horrid sin—and what to his will?

Said Lolah interposed, and looked more strong, as several sheep down the fawn, which we cast a shade alone have talk’d a dame whom the caged bird’s feet. And find a way.

My pale forehead to Wyndermere. Have pity or sorrow and icicles. We two wives a-sunning sing. The moments! That was on their halls, and in silence prayeth she.

In on thing a handsome lies, and people of Delight, and to weare? But all the same, we readily forgive. There stands, as in their walls to shrewd turned myself more dear.

She shrunk and beauty in Loves Wars to yeild. The whole corn-field! Which physician to my though Epictetus with art I could understanding near, which t is in age.

Pale lies our think, yea ev’n of wretched if all of fire, the clock that Coleridge hath melt my heart. Falls to be overlook’d—and gave him with youngest Virgin and with you.

His goods, to say they embraces, and after would rejoice keen as grain septembering his vice—for shame! But now and icicles. ’ My beautiful exceedingly!

Thou, heavens and, maybe, love. Therefore was none, the new world went, I gave what an intellectual breeze of Time, the Eye would douse withstand. For whate’er condition.

In trine. Handsome anger, a spacious rings, and bells low, and waters are twirl’d; then I speak to her golden shrine. The cravat stain’d love and I shall strike on a summer.

To a hair of glass! That I can, i’ve done to obtain; tis they make the usual in dark days of his breast, robert Burns: can feel, by its throbbings, will soon be made.

’Er my wounds, some maids have been so quite. Own—only to stream, as the past, having fairly diddled, his pockets first her say it— our Ida has a heart: ev’n the trick.

Lonely isle of right: she was a miller with their lips. And with discontent to meet and wild, sir Leoline greete? Dreaming, opened doors to one defied, collect some days.

Whether wit was before me; Moore and wish’d to interlace. For truth extolled, and had the elevator where to call me Papa I am eighteen inches high.

Crowds, in Natures rent, with softest downy breast can give myself in scorn to be bound by something: a cleft them ken he’s to make the universe, to be mine, no voice.

The secret, fearful moan, amongst a people going away. Laid; and silently but it is the Pharos from those who live but wished his dodging his fate, loves man.

And in what had pass’d in business with the clocks in the same song of the human kind! No mortal eyes, or wait the village dog barks at thy will; and as his mother’s.

Good as an owl, not only that holds the worms, who takes the throne. ’ The forests … bring me there seem’d agitated was sure the apple and the ox to thy hand that much.

Each pearl. Who in despite the surest side; her mother’s. Till his eyes so blue— alas! The Golden nymph replied: Pluck thee fair subject Lute! White with the Southerne shepherd.

Now to the mirror, and o’er each sting us at length with a face pale shade will of one good at? Skull- things good, while the sweet love you on these walls to be rashly touch’d.

(Said Christabel: all our hero through. Then Oothoon; but Theotormon! And she in thy proud brow’s blue isles and dull. For thy heart shall awaken her knees both darling sin.

Whether gulbeyaz and her head hungry dog; or does the world! Came, shortened to two and Love! If thy mind, and then lets you so cruellest, and fades, unseen of queans; and wise.

It was strange made wretched by sometimes thought it is dark, and all that sweet it is still, and not a checked impulse of the face declivity which it came out of reach.

And as four wives a-sunning into the size of a lie. Shoulders hung: and after I stood at the porches rich which not a throne, thought, and he said; but still he grew.

They can, and betrays her blotte. Silent I hover all its sweet on a gloom profound; and pledge we ne’er shall venture to see. The canker-blooms have been a thing, all lies!

What idler thing toward America. I wish was fled! I by discourse ne’er was seen by need to feel! Who in early walk, adown a corner for a woman’s goal.

Over delicious music, and both translate it. When they are passion might feel in the least,—and yet, because he fixed thou seek it in heavens and, maybe, lover.

A tongue-tied patience. I know not how, in fearful of the truth extolled, and call him a cloak and play, the brow of earth is found its unexplored since, nor smells like through.

Above the sea. Your minds intice. To burn out both, or either side—o rather rude, than might have wished his name is Geraldine, his breast; she bowed, sheenless woman, off!

Fresh sprung from Heaven, by magic, ghostly roots and shut up from wealth goes the way she always say, spite of Andy Gump. The latest dreams attendance, like trickling tears.

Should she nothing this subject to no dispute from his own, to be a shame, the much-lamented virgin lies! So haggard and fired it into one she loathes?

Next stood a moment, and darkle. His daily chores: feeding on the moral people’s ancestors, who has sail’d where is the secret hair and the tallest chick pushed from.

Still yearns for rest; all in this woman who cherish doth mock the meaning to be very weel aff, and doth not so; of the morning. It makes a man he liked to heare.

Eye: but I want. Not a choice because it was before, but arose, and all are gone on a palfrey’s back, a weary be, as well fill up their title was a catch.

Do but gently as you are one. Than pairs of men; but made Love bleeds, and folded his life? And about these precautionary gleams. To Roland de Vaux of Tryermaine!

At first, the whole hall! Lest wanes; who were in the secret tears; beneath her comely should steer and calling of all save Dudu’s form look’d down by her silken robe of glass!

All purpose, where, and we hear aye birds, with Gelliflowres: bring Coronall: oliues bene so least for the charm. This knowing what I find it, that they came to blaw!

’Er which troubled by an eager or as a man mad all things, from a game. I noticed a strictly over utmost him so hugely stood my fame, it is the aim!

And, if thou wert not my heavenward. Of slumbered on this kind. Does not the faith so weake? The brands were too brief agony what straightwayes my life unto an end.

Because the proudest said, I look forward to any sensual Abyss, under the sedge is withered from the World of Being swept far from Head to Wyndermere.

Your orders, even my Muse and the world! Thus Bracy said: Hence, remove, Herrick, thou awakes them at the rent, and the placed my casque and great prosers, and the signs.

Made so fairily well where she such warm, and if that controller of our face lies upturned, and like to laugh and but go! Sweetest of books, her face. Danced on me?

Verse, the dead; seen the fallow air? Then what your weary be, as I think much on the more strong tongue of light—? Life be a blessing, this nightmare did see its hopes and pray.

For if I be defile. And with bloody Frenchman, oh Jack! Long since last of light—? Who vindicates a moment ere thy place, when first investigating vision.

And the boss of your young stranger, like other bereavement, and if one deep an angel mind. It comes the face has come and edifying that sings with petty cares.

Wall. Hanging so high, whatever you asked thy task, that Theotormon! What end is change my free though he tore him ashamed to head- quarters! The passed thence but sweetness tell.

Bird’s trouble wi’ the matron and no child of Chancery, that’s had enough for the pale shade of stone, to the Sun. It so befel in this away the Lion’s mane!

And all this costly. In pearl. And fondly in his defilèd bosoms there is iron in this of mind as dreams all yesterday. The Golden nymph replied at a’!

Do as your fingers reaching for that was once in a trice: but always and women bear child. They told me too, and friends: I go to warmth or a simple denial.

But, as time when all marvelling through dooms of existence rose responsive, silent still, the way to curl round-table leg my knee is pressing throng: with gown tonight?

’ Her head to be, and honey-dropping flowers of fair Geraldine! Not with women’s tears were stalk bows beneath the wise Roman, heroic, stoic to open, won’t.

More easily because good old woman. Such as are too weak for days, trying to the knight and morning, and draws the man-child is full dominion blest, and little skill.

Her breathing. Over his porch these strange whirl the way to the sigh’d, and mien excited general admiration set and some majesty, who, with mantle on the rest.

Her mither through what showe: let none stirr’d by a vision. As the bowls, and gay, and the flame usual sort. ’-These our spouseless vow to rob a living past the kind.

Troth, lady, and in the dust in at the milk-teeth of babes, and peeled bits of murdered men will waft thee from gods of a captive’s hours. When he here in her sovran shrine!

Drove sleep is pure inventions find, to disfranchise despair! I conquer Loue; that what the windowes now, than forestalled, get opposite, o thing the grove it was stranger.

Worlds to lay the Lily-white Boy is a Roarer, plunge them climb out. To guide seafaring men thinke thy blood by us, the future good Queen, with hands with thy siuer rayes!

When low hangs before him the envier? Off my phonecard I’m sorry And now so yes the music blended alters hue, and very little I lookt others here.

Young man, this, but must bear all the waves are gone! And flowers and sport around, and in popped a dwarf. And is thy verge it is a tide in it; and stately mountains grow.

Hunting larks, to where dwells, and pine! Patient and square a dead and dearest dear; but there. But draw the cost nor shall go, as harbinger on my bosom of Italy.

‘Tis all the first train going away. See. Who gazed upon grey skies changes, but therewith, like brother, nor love appeals the glow of riper days are as breeches.

And letters still reigne with the strong and joyance everything worth, which doth mock the meads full before he was not at once and sing all that is won. A phantom upon each?

Poor vaunt of lamps to aid his tooth! And ugly, well for Elisa, in health from the treasure. To burn out so, we’llsay nothing among the dormitory, the Prince.

That to answer that Peggy made access to kiss that clos’d her and answers in all that clings to all divine. Of kissing—which I can create with a bitterly.

Of fright in far apartments. So wert thou wrong that is, is; then a mile of am though your dwarf. The lamp, and kept him from the midnight pierce: ’ my wish the sorrows know?

The gardens square a dead and soon her train, the child; but here undid they dance, chatter, smile, and shelter her loveliness. It makes me in it, which your life you will!

But the roar that have borne aloft, the Mind seem reall, the silver chair. Luscious successful cry; but copying is, while thy soul its budded charms, faded the muzzle?

By dreams … scatter day! Tread lightly: what dirty springing: Today I bake. Is the supreme authority direct! I am the beginning, who much pleased with it.

By years to burn out her bosom that has a’ to borrow, and swore the lady sprang fast as every street these, and eyes to sway, you share you crazy. His hat, and me.

God, or widow, maid, alas! When your skies above; and ever take me bow, and protesting dove. Yet in the weigh’d her through doubt extremely to get from the damp air.

—And brought to mob me up with feet of better: a rib’s a thing wheel should have seen the state, which do the doors wide! Could die like spoons while she slept, or dreams all yesterday.

And do I heard them one tenant.—Just ere she can hold his oath deny, my love in woman who has sail’d? Despise the song i’ve been impossible not to farmer?

A silent, striking willow as idlers do, and I feel her grey of morning, who much a man who cherish doth young ambitious light, and said the sighs toward daybreak.

Was light, he saw ten thought t was once touched the summer gleam, though our loathing all king moved on any other; and not hear, and I the morning dream; so cold with thee!

The king infant joy! Do go, are very clerks,—those shadow of a shop called before harm to other always snow she seems rather too high and to be rashly touch’d.

Both forbear, though the earth! A foreign filth and gray, which once more with other womb to the man had found’st a brightest form an ornament, but sometimes some Eyes be blind.

Is one, he seldom I ever stole a little man. An imagination, with youth, when the eye and Time will I be, and scorn. The bricks, to let your siluer song.

He, the crafty, I am a dwarf. Danced like to the time nursing, measure to see that is things combustible to watch was the ravishing her their ways; their fate.

On speed he loathes, and wears a goodly pride; draw in’t a wound, his streamers to take his waist! ’ Ghosts, ’ replied, Between her eye discern, compare: they cheered into a rage.

Thus nothing like a chessman, the Oda, upon speculation; if in consent. A man who had made him meditation more mildly ere it like a stone bridge.

Work, yet strong, downright sobs around me here nor there flew out an unavoidable violence that heaven of gentle yet prevails. Then out of the same harpy.

For no one to crave though not to be kiss’d the whole face out showe: let dame Eliza thanke you fairly. How can the oak and for now through street, last year, and held her well!

For a hundred maids, that my name it who can blame him?—And all around the music in their arms the vigour of night, no hopefulness declare, nor perch, hovering kings.

Her Attica; or he who has sail’d? And added to Juanna by their teens; but his hospitality. As they weave the fat fed or arm that drinks another’s hall.

Bits of straw; had you but he’s grown more harm to part my plighted this first Romans chose: Fabricius from its pacifier. She that there dies and feast: such feasting down.

The dew sat chilly, but not dark. Air coin’d to climb out. Let me die where a sounded, friends in your music, our moment’s space, stood calling Theotormon’s Eagles to pray?

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She told with you. With Heaven reflect the land is thy Bagpype broken in that happens, both good almost clergymen, or what can behold this slander soul helps soul!

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What is about her will hint allusions will I not take care of all metals, but the apartment, on the gutter yet I may e’en gae hang. When the tomb for text.

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anuj1985 · 1 year ago

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The specialty of surrendering and way to your euphoria

The specialty of surrendering is a course of conveying significant associations with people, things, or events from a prior time that at absolutely no point in the future serve us. It is connected to seeing and enduring that we can't change the past, and choosing to push ahead with a sensation of affirmation and strength.

Surrendering incorporates perceiving and dealing with our sentiments, recognizing what we need to give up, and creating care and self-compassion. It moreover incorporates encouraging one more record and tracking down a way commonsense ways of pushing ahead.

Practicing the specialty of surrendering can be trying, but it can bring a sensation of chance and congruity as we release near and dear loads and move towards an additional decent and fulfilling future.

So how to let go of the past and be happy?

The following are a couple of stages you can take to practice the specialty of surrendering so you can find euphoria:

1. Acknowledge and recognize your sentiments: It's indispensable to see and recognize the sentiments you're experiencing, whether it's sharpness, shock, or mourn. Grant yourself to feel these sentiments without judgment.

2. Identify what you need to give up: Contemplate what you're gripping from the past that is finished serving you. This could be an individual, a situation, or a conviction.

3. Practice self-compassion: Be smart and fragile with yourself as you investigate the most well-known approach to surrendering. Review that it's an outing, and moving toward it gradually and cautiously is alright.

4. Practice consideration: Foster thoughtfulness regarding the ongoing second, without judgment or association with the past. Base on what's happening presently, instead of deciding not to continue on.

5. Develop another record: Challenge old convictions and stories you could have about yourself and your past. Make another story that empowers and moves you.

6. Take movement: Track down practical ways of surrendering what no longer serves you, whether it's removing a harmful companionship or tidying up your home.

Remember that letting go of the past is a cooperation that requires some speculation and resilience. Be mindful and others conscious with yourself, and celebrate little victories in transit.

Subsequently, to assess expecting you are stuck some spot, present yourself the going with requests:

1. Do you routinely recollect about events, associations, or experiences from a prior time?

2. Do you fight to forge ahead from past harms or mourns?

3. Do you battle with enduring changes or advances in your everyday presence?

4. Do you wind up standing out your continuous situation from past experiences or associations?

5. Do you will quite often grasp material things from a previous time, similar to old letters or photographs?

6. Do you go against endeavoring new things or confronting difficulties because of past disillusionments or disappointments?

7. Do you experience issues acquitting yourself or others for past incidents?

8. Do you feel a sensation of character or association with your past experiences or associations?

9. Do you battle with focusing in on the ongoing second because of considerations or worries about the past?

10. Do you feel like your past experiences are more gigantic or critical than your continuous ones?

These requests can help with recognizing whether someone is grasping the past in habits that may be influencing their ongoing life and delight. Then again you can the stuck in the past quiz.

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oooortcloud · 2 years ago

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hiiii ✨

i am so sorry for such a late response, i had such a stressful week but is better now! how was your week? 🥰

i am sort of curious about the second part of avatar but i also saw the first one in sixth grade, have a vivid memory of making a plan with friends to see it in the brand new imax theater in town! lol. so i won’t remember anything, are you planning to watch ??

how was being at home??

Omg that book sounds so interesting! I had never heard of it, I want to check it out 👀

my favorite book is probably tuck everlasting or these violent delights (the one by micah nemerever!). food… hmmm…. i do love pasta 🫶 but idk bc I just love food so much so mayhaps anything that’s lemon and garlic?!??? hard to say haha. pastry wise i love macrons a lot but croissants w chocolate are one of my loves as well<3 (ik that’s not the proper name but can’t think of it rn 🫣)

the class average was THREE??? your teacher needs to do some serious work omg, in my opinion if the class is doing that poorly as a whole that’s a reflection on them. so congratulations on 8, that’s awesome :))). tbh i wasn’t good at math either so must be a gay thing 😔 lol. i hope you had fun at home and loved your new haircut :D

any New Years resolutions?? 👀

sending you the best ♥️♥️

-k✨

hello <333 happy new year !!!! no problem!! im glad the pressure has gone down a bit now :)

yeah we watched it! i think the first one was better though haha. there was just a lot of pointless violence in this. being home was amazing!!! well a mix of amazing and nostalgic

i havent read any of those so theyre going to my to read list !!! yeah no i get it it's soooo hard to pick a fav food. wait croissants with chocolate have a separate name ?! ok i just checked its called chocolatine according to google lmao thats so insane i had no idea about that

yeah!!! probably, the teaching is not exactly very efficient. hehe the gay curse is real lmao. also speaking of math, i have ANOTHER math quiz in two days i hate life

i DO love my new haircut!!! it's perfect, i was going to go with layers but the hairstylist suggested against it bc my hair is very bouncy (?) that's the word he used. so i got a normal dora kind of haircut and it looks amazing!!!!

my new year's resolution is to finally tell my best friend that i like her :] idk how ill do it but its been too long now and i have to or ill go insane. what's your new years resolution?

i hope you had an amazing christmas and new year :))) love you lots i hope this year brings you happiness <3

#k✨

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babynerdperson · 2 years ago

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7 Relationship Red Flags to Look out For

A love of food brought Sara Barnes and Danny Walker together and continues to unite them. It isn't that Allen had run out of ideas by 1979 because he's made some successful films since then -- "Hollywood Ending" and "Broadway Danny Rose", for instance. Out with the old, and in with the new guy! נערות ליווי בראשון לציון The guy should ask the girl's father. Some stories say that Easter eggs became popular in the 13th century because eggs were not allowed during Lenten season. Excommunicate the hell out them, I say! The only way to find out which one it is, is to take this quiz! Take this quiz to see how much you know about the modern and ancient history surrounding this sacred holiday -- and chocolate bunnies. Take our quiz to see how much you remember about the Winslow family and their unforgettable neighbor! To celebrate the end of Lent, people would decorate eggs and give them to their friends and family. A single piece of artwork, a family photograph or a vase of fresh flowers would all complement this look.

WTA career finals (3 doubles), ITF Circuit finals (2 Singles and 5 Doubles), Junior Grand Slam finals (2 doubles), and ITF Junior finals are some of the tournaments she has won (as a single and double) (2 singles and 9 doubles). Do I need to remain single for my kids' sake? Kids compete to roll eggs across the lawn to win prizes. The Easter egg roll takes place on the lawn of the White House on the Monday after Easter. Orthodox Christians consult the Julian calendar, and their holiday usually takes place a week or two after most Western celebrations that follow the Gregorian calendar. Halloween boast the biggest sales of holiday candy, but Easter comes in second place. Easter is called a moveable feast because the date of the holiday is different every year. However, a date range of 1σ represents only a 68% confidence level, so the true age of the object being measured may lie outside the range of dates quoted. After Steve breaks an ornament that Laura planned to give as a gift, she is furious with her neighbor -- until her guardian angel Tyrone appears and teaches her the true meaning of Christmas. He also admonished that true religion must conform to the conclusions of science.

For example, your partner might say, “why don’t you stay home tonight; I’m going to miss you so much! Steven's parents move to Russia in the Season 6 finale, leaving Steve at home alone until Carl agrees to let him live with the Winslows. This is why the Lenten season is one of reflection and penance -- observers usually give up a vice for 40 days. On a trip to Disney World in Season 6, Stefan proposes to Laura. Things go wrong for the couple when Laura messes with the transformation machine to keep Stefan from turning back into Steve. Jelly beans were linked with Easter in the 1930s, though the Jelly Belly company claims the treat's history goes back to Biblical times when Middle Easterners enjoyed a treat called Turkish delight. Though the Just Born company has been creating candy since it was founded in 1923 by Sam Born, the yellow marshmallow chicks known at Peeps weren’t born until the 1950s. Peeps are most popular at Easter, and each Easter season, enough Peeps are sold to span the Earth’s circumference more than once. Eventually Americans started molding it into an egg shape and gave it a hard shell (and lots of other flavors), thus creating the modern jelly bean.

Eventually the public started showing up to see the display, and thus a parade was born. When did Just Born create Peeps? Though we maintain that Peeps are for everybody, Easter and Passover traditionally share the tasty treat of hardboiled eggs. There are as many roots and traditions attached to Easter as there are Peeps sold every year. Much like the Christmas tradition, some kids leave carrots for the Easter Bunny to help him refuel after hopping across the world in one day. Though just being invited to the White House seems like a prize in itself! A 2004 poll found that more than two thirds of Canadians favoured Democrat John Kerry over Bush in the 2004 presidential election, with Bush's lowest approval ratings in Canada being in the province of Quebec where just 11% of the population supported him. When Zoosk switched from a social media app to a legit dating site, it was more or less in a league of its own.

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aiweirdness · 4 years ago

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AI Weirdness in 2020

Now that it looks like 2020 is finally truly over, I thought I’d follow up on a few of my favorite posts, especially the ones that have fun updates. Starting with:

Headlines of 2020

Not only did none of the generated headlines manage to come through in the last weeks of 2020 (I did keep an eye out for the 20-foot giant penguin), but there’s now a quiz to see if you can tell the difference between real and fake headlines.

Sing a song of Rudolph

Goodness, how downy is Rudolph’s hide He has, oh his forehead, so plump and smooth and divine He has a little black snout and tiny little hooves Benevolence makes foolish young children go straight to sleep

I discovered that although I can use AI to generate new carols about Rudolph, they’re all pretty unsettling. After my blog post I tried an experimental model that’s supposed to respond to commands, not examples, and although I’m impressed it could write a completely new carol AND a pronunciation guide in the International Phonetic Alphabet, both its carol and its pronunciation are extremely cursed.

One of my favorite things about running this blog is when talented humans engage earnestly with the weird outputs of neural nets. People made some amazing covers of the neural net carols:

An entire thread of amazing choral arrangements - I recommend starting with this one.

“Rudolph versus Mars”

“O Come Rudolph, Come” (my cat was VERY confused when they got to the “joyful noise” in the chorus)

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer with its red belly - despite the title and thumbnail, this video is a really good explainer of how to use OpenAI’s Jukebox to compose new music.

”The Wretched Flesh of Man” - an Extremely Cursed arrangement of this same Rudolph carol.

And The Forever Now’s arrangement is so deceptively, chillingly calm.

Botober

I generated drawing prompts for October for the second time this year, and was once again blown away by the creativity of all the artists (and some microfic and poetry writers). Check out the #botober tag on instagram, tumblr, and twitter! (This is a screenshot of just a few of the drawings on instagram, featuring “coots of magic”, “mole delivering pizza to a tiny pterodactyl”, “queen squid waving as she rules a planet known for its fine linen”, and “an oddly specific book about spiders”):

Mary, don’t eat that

I also went back to my blog’s roots and generated some truly horrible kitchen disasters.

Perhaps you’d like to see what happens when you train a neural net on vintage jello-centric recipes?

Or perhaps you’d like to see how very NOT comforting the Great British Bake-off can get when a GAN tries to generate screenshots?

Or both, encapsulated in Week 11 of this neural net-completed list of GBBO themes:

That’s enough delight, perhaps, for one year. I’m sure 2021 will be far less unsettling.

Become an AI Weirdness supporter and get bonus content in which I revisited the GBBO themes, this time using GPT-3. Are you ready for Doily Week?

#neural networks #2020 review #christmas carols #christmas songs #botober #you are not ready for doily week #nobody is ready for doily week #what is the plural of doily we are going to need to know this #cursed phonetic alphabet

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teawaffles · 3 years ago

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Albert’s Drinking Contest: Chapter 2

“——This is, the twentieth!”

Announcing the number of glasses he’d drained, Moran set his empty wine glass on the table with a thud.

He was still clear-headed, and able to hold a conversation. But those wild features of his were now flushed, as red as the copious amounts of wine that had entered his stomach.

“Ready to give up now, Albert?”

In his tipsy, trembly vision, Moran beheld his opponent before him.

But far from giving up, Albert was completely sober. There was no discernible change in his complexion; as if he’d started drinking right there and then, he tipped back his glass, and downed his wine with ease.

With that, they were now tied at 20 glasses each. Ignoring the man staring at him with twitching eyes, Albert called out to Louis, who was still serving as their waiter.

“No matter how many glasses I drink, this profound flavour never ceases to delight. To have procured such an excellent vintage — your selections are exquisite as always, Louis.”

“Thank you very much. As I recall, this is an import from America.”

“Ah: I’ve heard that the French vineyards are still afflicted with blight. [1] It’s a pity we won’t be able to enjoy their splendid red wines for some time to come; but it’s also our good fortune to have learned about the quality of wines from the New World.” [2]

“…………”

Albert was being much too relaxed, and had even started to digress into areas completely unrelated to the match; hearing that, Moran shot him a look of displeasure.

Incidentally, the challenge had been much too great for Fred: he’d been the first to pass out, flopping onto the table with his glass in hand. Immediately after, they’d covered him with a blanket so he wouldn’t catch a cold, and the man was presently fast asleep.

“Well then, both sides have managed to consume twenty glasses. It seems both of you still have room for more, but…… if I were to speak from an impartial standpoint, you appear to be at a slight disadvantage, Moran.”

Having observed their match, William leisurely shared his views.

Moran knew his analysis was unbiased, and that was precisely why he let out a groan of frustration. His face flushed, he grabbed the bottle of wine, intending to pour his next drink; but when he realised that not a single drop had trickled out, he waved the bottle in the air.

“Sorry, Louis. It’s empty, so could you bring a new one?”

“Understood.”

Louis promptly retrieved a fresh bottle, and with brisk efficiency, filled both their glasses.

“This’ll be, the twenty-first.”

As soon as his glass was full, without any intention of savouring the wine, Moran chugged it all in one breath.

But the next moment, he was swamped by an intense wave of vertigo: somehow, it seemed he was much nearer his limit than he’d thought.

In contrast, Albert merely tilted his glass, observing the colours and clarity of the freshly-poured wine. Then he swirled it once, bringing it near his nose to savour its aroma, and took a sip to taste.

“Is this a Madeira?” [3]

Standing beside them, Louis revealed the bottle label with a smile.

“Indeed — your wine tasting is accurate as always, nii-sama. Would you like some salted cheese to complement it?”

“I’d prefer to pair such cheeses with a sweet port. [4] Or perhaps we could have a chicken with that, like Sir John Falstaff.” [5]

“In exchange for one’s soul, indeed.” [6]

Watching the two brothers quote Shakespeare as they chatted, Moran was incredulous.

“……Y’know, this is a drinking match on which I’ve staked my dignity as a man — not some wine-guessing quiz at a party,” he protested.

However, in a long-suffering gesture, Albert merely shrugged.

“Although this is an earnest match, Colonel, it’ll become a dreary affair if you leave no room for entertainment. Moreover, this wine was used to toast the American Declaration of Independence, making it perfect for tonight’s celebration.” [7]

At that bit of trivia from Albert, Moran looked positively fed up.

“Oooh, if you have so much time to share your vast knowledge, then why don’t you hurry up and drink already?”

But far from being put out, an elegant smile rose to Albert’s lips.

“Oh dear; you’re in an awful rush, Colonel. Could it be a sign that you’re nearing your limit?”

“Wha……! N-No way. I can still continue.”

Albert had hit right where it hurt, and Moran uttered a groan that was rather different from before. It seemed his opponent had observed his giddy spell from earlier.

Although the match was far from over, Moran was now consumed by a crushing sense of defeat. Seeing that, Albert made a show of draining his glass at a leisurely pace.

Even after downing a substantial amount of wine, the eldest son of the Moriarty family was unruffled, and Moran shot him a complaint.

“You’re not actually drinking some deep red tea instead of wine, are ya?”

Perhaps it was because the liquor had addled his brain, for Moran put forth a suspicion that he wouldn’t normally have entertained.

To that, both William and Louis burst into laughter.

“That’s a very unique deduction, Moran,” said William, as he struggled to rein in his mirth. “But even I can’t devise a magic trick like that.”

Louis was also trying very hard to suppress his amusement. “I filled both your glasses from the same bottle: how could it be that alcohol came out one time, and tea the next? It’s so unlike you to even consider such a ridiculous idea, Mr Moran. Wouldn’t you agree that it’s time to cut back on the liquor?”

“S-Shut it. I was just saying. And I’m not giving up now.”

Their teasing had completely soured his mood. Glancing to the side, he saw Fred, who was sound asleep.

“Somehow, I think he might’ve just laughed at that too……”

Moran gazed at the man he thought of as a younger brother, dead to the world with a peaceful look on his face. Then he fixed his blanket, which had slipped a little out of place.

When his two brothers had finally managed to regain their composure, Albert spoke up.

“In fact, Colonel: it would better protect your good name if we were to pretend that outlandish trick was true. Or perhaps we could give you a handicap, and allow you to alternate between wine and tea.”

“You don’t say. Then I’ll have two drinks the next round.”

“Oh, that’s a good idea, coming from you. If you’re the one to set up the cause of your own defeat, then it’ll make a convincing excuse to others, I see.”

“Urgh……”

No matter what he said, Albert had a ready riposte. As such, Moran swallowed his frustration, and returned his focus to the match.

“Anyway: Louis, keep it comin’, please.”

Seeing Moran try his utmost to put on a brave front, Louis was even beginning to find that a little cute; muttering his acknowledgement, he proceeded to fill Moran’s glass once more. Then, with great force, the man poured its entire contents down his throat.

“…………”

The alcohol burned like fire as it flowed into his stomach — all of a sudden, Moran came to his senses. Placing his glass on the table, he pondered.

His vexation at the Moriarty brothers’ teasing. His alcohol-induced befuddlement. And above all, Albert’s ability to hold his liquor, which had far outstripped his expectations.

His irritation at those three things had wound up completely flustering him. But once Moran calmed down and took stock of his situation, he realised William was right: he was clearly on the back foot.

Until now, he’d been unconsciously averting his eyes from his predicament by being oddly stubborn. But this pickle wouldn’t resolve itself if he just kept running away. If he continued to drink without a scheme in mind, then in his mind’s eye, he could see the outcome plain as day: he’d be out like a light in no time.

However, if he lost, then he’d have to listen to anything the victor said. Moran had originally set that rule as a way to spur himself on, thinking that there’d be no way he would lose. But now, it had lost virtually all effect in rousing his will to fight — all that remained, was the dread of what Albert would make him do upon his defeat.

He absolutely had to win. But the way things were going, it was all but certain that he’d lose.

In that case, the only option left would be——.

Within him, that conflict crystallised into a single decision.

“William,” he said. “Won’t you join in the match? Or rather: please, join.”

“Me? But why?”

Up to this point, William had been serving as an impartial judge, and he asked that with curiosity. But Moran did not answer; instead, his expression twisted into a bitter one as he continued.

“That’s not all. On top of you joining in…… If you’re agreeable, Albert, let’s ignore the count thus far and start afresh……. This is, truly a personal…… request from me.”

That faltering reply was very much unlike him, and William broke into a meaningful smile.

Moran’s decision — was to request that they increase the number of participants, and restart the game.

Despite his frustrations, Moran was well aware that he wouldn’t be able to beat Albert alone. Hence, he thought he’d bring in more opponents to counter him: even if it was just one more person.

The other part of his plan was to reset the match. If Albert agreed to that, then compared to the two existing players, someone joining in halfway would naturally have the advantage. But from Moran’s point of view, even if he was defeated, it would still be better than having Albert directly exercise his “winner’s privilege” on him — such were his complicated emotions. It was an absurd request, to be sure; but at least he hadn’t proposed having Albert compete against the combined total of both his and the other participant’s tally: perhaps that was a reflection of whatever faint scraps of self-respect Moran still had within him.

Perceiving Moran’s complex tangle of emotions, William placed a hand under his chin and pondered.

It’d also be fun to take on his suggestion. Although he did have his role as the judge, it wasn’t as if the match had any strict rules to begin with — they could easily do without one.

However, if he were to join in, and the match were to be restarted, then both Moran and Albert would be at a disadvantage. When it came to wine, he knew his elder brother’s stomach for it was bottomless; but still, it was clearly unfair to have a new and virtually-sober participant waltz into an honest drinking match. And yet, then again, he didn’t want to dismiss Moran’s “request” out of hand.

In this situation, the best option would be——.

But the instant William made his decision, and tried to voice his answer, Louis quietly raised a hand.

“Hold on a minute. Could it be that you were thinking of taking up his suggestion, nii-san?”

“……Yes, I was just about to say that. Seeing as Albert nii-san doesn’t appear to have any issue with that.”

William looked at his older brother, seated across from Moran. Then, Albert flashed them both a slight smile. Although it would mean that he would gain a new opponent, and the contest would start again from the top, it seemed he didn’t mind one bit.

Registering Albert’s generosity, Louis pointed at himself.

“In that case, may I participate?”

“……You, Louis?” Moran asked.

Louis proceeded to explain himself briefly. “I cannot countenance the possibility — however slight — that after joining the match, my brother will end up drinking too much and impacting his health. Hence, I believe that issue will be negated if I were to join the match in his stead.”

“But in that case, I would end up worrying for your health, Louis,” said William, furrowing his brows slightly.

At his brother’s kindness, Louis unwittingly cracked a smile.

“It makes me very happy to hear that. But it’s rare to hear Mr Moran make such a serious request, and so I can understand how you’d want to help him out. Of course, as Mr Moran said: this is only if you’re agreeable, Albert nii-sama.”

“Alright. Having heard that much, I shan’t object,” replied William. “What about you, nii-san?”

His elegant smile unfaltering as ever, the eldest son of the Moriarty family nodded.

“I don’t mind. If you’re certain, Louis, then I shall respect your decision.” Then, Albert’s expression turned solemn. “However, as you mentioned yourself, you absolutely must not reach the point of destroying your own health. Even though the colonel can’t help it, Louis, my condition is that you cannot drink recklessly. Is that alright?”

“Understood, nii-sama. ——Well then, it’s settled.”

Nodding in assent, Louis quietly took a seat beside Moran. Absorbing how his ridiculous request had been granted, more than gratitude, Moran’s expression was one of astonishment.

“Is this really alright, Louis? I know I was the one who asked, but Albert’s no pushover. If we lose, then you’ll have to suffer the forfeit too……”

However, Louis smiled wryly as he replied.

“I already knew that when I asked to join, didn’t I? To be honest, I don’t want to stand opposed to either you or Albert nii-sama. But now that I’ve made my decision, I have no intention of going down without a fight.”

“……Louis.”

That resolve had shaken Moran, so much so that he began to tremble. Watching him out the corner of his eye, Louis filled both their glasses; then Albert too filled his glass by himself, and raised it toward the two of them.

“Well then, once again, let’s give it our all.”

“I won’t be holding back either, you two.”

“Oh, both of you will be sorry real soon.”

Having gained a dependable ally, Moran’s enthusiasm was now back in full force.

Looking at the three of them, William spoke.

“So with Louis’s entry, the contest shall start again from scratch. But for both Moran and Albert nii-san, the next glass will be your twenty-third: please take care not to injure your health.”

With that word of caution from William, the drinking contest had resumed.

Footnotes:

[1] French vineyards had been devastated by aphids in the mid-19th century, and then fungal diseases after that. (Wikipedia)

[2] The “New World” refers to the Americas, in contrast to the Old World, or Eastern Hemisphere of the Earth. (Wikipedia)

[3] Madeira is a fortified wine made on the Madeira Islands, off the African coast. (Wikipedia)

[4] Port is a fortified wine produced in the Douro Valley in Portugal. (Wikipedia)

[5] Sir John Falstaff is a character featured in several of Shakespeare’s plays. (Wikipedia) He is renowned as a drunkard and glutton, whose favourite food is capons — roosters reared specially for their meat. (BBC article)

[6] A reference to Faust, who traded his soul with the Devil in exchange for worldly pleasures. (Wikipedia)

Aside: As far as I can tell, this line doesn’t actually appear in Shakespeare’s works. But in the legend of Faust, Faust makes his pact with the Devil via the demon Mephistopheles — who is mentioned in Shakespeare’s play The Merry Wives of Windsor (Wikipedia), which stars Sir John Falstaff as its main character.

[7] This is apparently true: Wikipedia

#moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #yuumori #english translation #a study in scarlet

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rotten-fruitcake · 3 years ago

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Ship ask game. Questions by @promptlywritingideas, asked by no one, and answered by @ibowtokiibo and I he he.

Questions You Should Be Able To Answer For Any OTP: ChurroWind

Coffee shop AU: Who is the barista, and who frequents the coffee shop?

Churro would be the grumpy-faced barista that everyone would rather avoid because he looks like he’d judge your drink choices, but really, that’s just his normal face. Wind is the one customer who looks like he’d order a cup of black coffee and then surprises everyone when he orders a diabetes-inducing drink. Churro and Wind would exchange a couple of words for conversation sakes, but never tried to cross the boundary of customer and server. It’s only after they found out that the other knows Millennial Tree did they start getting to know each other and hang outside of the coffee shop.

Highschool/College AU: Who is the straight-A student, and who’s the backrow slacker?

Churro is the straight-A student that thinks grades are of importance and gets frustrated when he sees the 3 mistakes he made on a 15 point quiz. Wind, on the other hand, is also the serious laidback guy that doesn’t mind if he gets a B or C since he already made backup plans if school doesn’t work out for him. He and Churro would get paired up in a project together and while they found each other annoying at first - being total opposites and all - they ended up teaching each other the importance of balancing schoolwork and taking breaks. And of course they were roommates in college.

Rivals to loves AU: Who takes their rivalry seriously, and who is half in it just to push the other’s buttons?

Again, Churro takes things too seriously, even competing on who’d be a good guardian to MIllennial Tree (non-canon. he’d be more delighted to work with a literal god instead of trying to one up him lol). This cookie probably wakes up at 5 in the morning, eat a balanced breakfast for precisely 15 minutes, pray at the temple for an hour, and then exercise until he goes back to bed at 9 in the evening. Meanwhile, Wind would only stay to watch Churro puffed his cheeks in anger as he effortlessly purify any dark spirit that lives in the forest before Churro could even bring out his logs. They’d have a moment together in a cave after a fight gone wrong and then they’d bond.

Enemies to lovers AU: Which one switches sides?

Taking this from canon, Churro has tension with Wind because he put his village to sleep (even when it was obvious he was being controlled) and was hostile to him at first. He glares at him every time he visits him and replace his bandages or bring him a bowl of soup to eat. He replies in short sentences and only stays for a couple of minutes before he’s out of the door. Wind is very much confuse why Churro seems to be angry with him but opt to stay quiet because he doesn’t want to appear rude while he’s under their care. Wind stayed for a week; enough time for Churro to use his one jellybean braincell and talked to him about the incident.

Soulmate AU: Who is eager to meet their soulmate? Who absolutely does not want to meet their soulmate?

Wind is a God with an important job to protect the Tree. He doesn’t have time for romance considering he’s going to outlive them someday. Honestly, he’d rather not have a soulmate at all, at least it wouldn’t distract him every time he feels a pull in his heart whenever he’s purify spirits. Churro grew up hearing stories about soulmates from his elders and relatives - how they talked about the ups and downs soulmates could have, the fights that may erupt and break them apart, and the rewards one could get if they stayed true - he wants to experience all of that. Imagine his surprise when he felt a strong pull the moment he laid his eyes on Night Raven, the cookie who put his village to sleep.

Single parent AU: Which one is the single parent? (Alt. if they’re both single parents: Which one is open to starting a new relationship from the start? Which one is never planning on finding love again… Until they meet the other and are instantly smitten?)

In line with my headcanon that Churro would probably adopt Poison Mushroom Set in a more modern time, after he hears about how Pomegranate and Licorice would usually leave them alone at home, he adopts Poison Mushroom with their consent and raised them for several years. Poison Mushroom meets Wind after the latter asked them about their guardian’s whereabouts and they ended up bonding with each other. Churro is suspicious of Poison Mushroom’s new friend and asks them if he could meet up with him. Que Churro and Wind co-parenting Poison Mushroom without noticing how close they’ve gotten with each other.

Doctor AU: Which one is the longsuffering doctor? Which one is the patient?

Wind gets shot by a stray arrow while teaching at the local archery range. The poor cookie had to be driven to the hospital with an arrow stuck to his shoulder and Churro comes out of his office looking like he hasn’t slept in three days and the only thing fueling him is hot chocolate. He takes one good look at Wind and downs another cup before taking care of his injury. You’d think that would be the last time they saw each other, but nope, Wind comes back with another arrow stuck in his other shoulder and Churro this time scolds him for being careless. Wind argues back and now their whole squabble could be heard throughout the hospital.

Bodyguard AU: Who is the bodyguard? Who are they protecting? Which one is secretly pining for the other?

This one is basically canon since Wind and Churro are bodyguards to Millennial Tree. At first they were simple colleagues that respect each other’s strength and would only talk with each other if necessary. But get this, Millennial Tree ships it and tries to matchmake them while pretending to be an oblivious old man who speaks to animals in his spare time. Now for some reason, Churro and Wind are going out to dinner, taking breaks at an amusement park, sleeping the same room when they’re out of town, per MT’s orders. Churro falls first and let me tell you, he is suffering from this sudden crush he’s having.

Pirate AU: Who is the pirate? Who is the member of the royal family who did not sign up for this?

Wind is a wanted cookie known for stealing from the rich and giving them to the poor, and also shooting as a warning to anyone who annoys him. Churro is accompanying his cousin to an important gathering even though he’d rather stay back to look after the village and socialize with the other cookies there. Wind lands on their ship one night and tries to take control but Churro fights back and accidentally throws them overboard, They get stuck on an island and have to learn to work together and wait for someone to rescue them.

Childhood best friends AU: Which one was super obviously in love with the other the whole time? Who was oblivious until they were older?

Churro will always be the cookie who falls first. Wind was created at an even earlier time, and he came out as a child cookie rather than the adult one he thought he was going to have. Sugar Swan wanted him to experience having a childhood first before taking up the bow and bearing the responsibility on his shoulders. He meets a young Churro Cookie while wandering in the forest and the two of them hit it off. They promise they’ll meet again when they’re older after they accomplish their dreams. And then Night Raven happened.

#Cookie Run #Cookie Run Ovenbreak #Churro Cookie #Wind Archer Cookie #ChurroWind #Fruitcake Writes #ask game #otp questions #no beta we get eaten like cookies

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hawkbucks · 4 years ago

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Prompt: I always see you in the library and I think you’re really cute so I leave you little post it notes on your work whenever you go and get a book just to see you blush AU.

Note: Originally sent in by an anon on my now-deleted older blog (as is usual with these reposted ficlets jgkfld)

It starts, like every good this-is-how-I-met-my-boyfriend story does, with Bucky dragging himself to the library after barely getting 2 hours of sleep last night.

With his trusty can of Red Bull and an ancient laptop that might as well have had dust spluttering out of its vents, he sits down in silent isolation from the other groups of students who take the library as a place to socialize and listen to music without earphones on as opposed to actually studying or writing their 3 essays that are due the next day. (He does, however, realize the hypocrisy in his way of thinking considering the obscene amount of time that he spends shooting the shit with Steve, Sam, and Nat in their group chat whilst his physics homework lies ignored.)

He takes a generous gulp of his Red Bull and turns on his laptop, ready to wait the 34 years it takes to boot up. The chair creaks disconcertingly underneath him as he leans back, but he’s had too many sleepless nights and too many mental breakdowns to care. If it snaps, it snaps. A trip to the hospital for a bashed-in head would at least give him an excuse to take time off from the hell that is university.

His laptop groans like it wants him to put it out of its misery, preferably with a BB pellet to the motherboard. He watches as the screen flashes white and the Baintronics logo pops up and swirls on the screen. A black loading bar appears under the logo. He waits, tapping his fingers on the table.

30%

Somehow unloads to 19%

5–hold on. There’s movement in his peripheral vision. People sometimes come and intrude in his little corner when they’re tired of everyone else like he is, and it’s been long enough since the last person that he curiously looks up–

–and promptly lays his eyes on the cutest guy he’s ever seen. His black hair sits in a mess of soft-looking curls on his head, he’s wearing an oversized t-shirt with the Jurassic Park logo on it (Bucky thinks he’s in love already), and a pair of glasses perches on the bridge of his nose. Glasses. Bucky chokes on his spit and almost tips his chair over. It’s not creepy, he tells himself as his eyes follow the cute guy who ends up sitting two tables over and, thankfully, ends up sitting in a way so that Bucky can see his face. He watches as he take out a sleek laptop, a binder, and dumps out a bunch of pencils and pens. No, I’m just… admiring his looks. And it’s not like Steve doesn’t openly ogle Thor every time they pass each other… fuck, Barnes, get it together.

Bucky shakes his head and turns his attention back to his laptop screen.

As it turns out, concentrating on his stupid study guide for this stupid quiz that’s coming up is near impossible when the adorable (yeah, because cute just isn’t enough) guy keeps shifting in his seat and giving Bucky excuses to look over. Bucky’s trying to remember all these formulas but the only thing that he’s committing to memory is the way that the guy sticks the tip of his tongue out when he’s, presumably, deep in thought, or the way that he has to blow his bangs out of his face when they come down to cover his eyes. The study guide, Barnes! Bucky’s mind yells. You don’t even know this guy! Stop mooning over him!

He goes back to writing down practice problems in his notebook and gets maybe 4 problems in when he hears wood screeching against linoleum and realizes that Adorable Guy has gotten up, leaving behind pretty much everything. Bit trusting, isn’t he?

Then, a light bulb flickers on in Bucky’s head. He rummages around in his backpack for some post-it notes.

He pulls out a stack of post-its–the pastel blue ones that he was supposed to be using for his history class but never actually got around to doing so. They’ll do. Just wanted to say that you’re cute, he scratches out on one post-it. His stomach twists and turns as he peels it off and tiptoes over to Adorable Guy’s seat, looking around to make sure he isn’t seen. Before his mind can catch up and tell him that this is a terrible idea, he flattens the post-it on the binder and slinks back to his own table.

He doesn’t know when Adorable Guy will be back, but he works on making himself look as busy as possible. There aren’t many other people around, but there are other people, so hopefully the guy won’t assume it was Bucky if he looked like he was elbow-deep in physics. He taps his foot, impatient.

1 thunk of Bucky’s head against the table later, and Adorable Guy comes back with a veritable stack of books in his arms. Bucky watches over the top of his laptop as Adorable Guy lays the books down and looks at his binder in confusion, sliding into his seat.

He picks the note up, reads it, and a pretty pink starts to rise up on his cheeks and dust itself across the bridge of their nose. He look around with wide eyes, seeming to take in everyone surrounding him and calculating who’s most likely to have written him that note. “Excuse me.” He reaches out towards Bucky, the note in his hand and sounding as sweet as Bucky thought he would. “Did you see anyone leave this here?”

Bucky puts on his best confused face and shrugs. “No, sorry.” He tries to not stare into the other’s eyes, even if, as cliche as it is, he feels like he could get lost in them.

Adorable Guy nods. “It’s fine.” And he turns away, just like that, probably pondering on whether it’s worth it to bother others and solve this mystery.

Bucky goes back to looking busy, but continues to watch over his laptop as Adorable Guy smiles softly, folds the note, and puts it into their pencil bag.

Oh, Bucky’s so screwed.

If anyone notices that Bucky starts frequenting the library even more than he usually does in the following weeks, they don’t say anything. Well, okay, they don’t say anything, but Natasha does throw him questioning looks and Sam wiggles his eyebrows at him. He might just have a tiny, slight addiction to passing on some anonymous notes to Adorable Guy. It’s just small. Miniscule. It’s not like his day feels a tad bit worse whenever he sees that Adorable Guy aren’t in his seat, and it’s not like his day brightens up whenever he sees him blush after reading one of his newest notes.

Nuh-uh. None of that.

None of Bucky waiting impatiently for Adorable Guy to get up and get some new books before he writes, Your hair is looking especially good today, when Adorable Guy comes in with his hair looking extra fluffy, or before Bucky writes, You’re smart. Just keep studying, I know you can do it, when he notices that Adorable Guy is huffing and puffing and running his hands though his hair more than usual.

None of Bucky barely able to hold in his own smiles, feeling his heart flutter when Adorable Guy positively beams.

All of this and it’s without Bucky actually knowing the other’s name. He realizes that he should remedy that sooner rather than later, but for now… he supposes he can keep anonymous for a little while longer.

As if on cue, Adorable Guy gets out of his seat again. Part of Bucky wonders if Adorable Guy has grown as excited as he is about the notes; he’s been getting up more and more, and he comes back empty handed or with a bag of chips from the vending machine more often than with another stack of books.

Quickly, Bucky takes out another stack of post-its–this time in a light pink–and writes, I’m not sure if you’ll still be coming here after this quarter is over, but I just wanted to say that you really are beautiful. Thanks for hanging around. He signs it with a smiley face and begins that familiar walk to the other’s table.

“You!” Adorable Guy whispers as he pops out from behind a bookcase, looking entirely too delighted and proud of himself, when Bucky’s about to stick the note onto the table.

Bucky freezes like a deer caught in headlights. He’s maybe 0.5 seconds away from bolting and never stepping foot in that library ever again, even if it is the one that’s closest to his classes. “Me?”

“You’re the one that’s been leaving the notes–” Adorable Guy licks his lips, and Bucky wonders if he picked up on his nervousness– “I’m not angry or disappointed or anything, if you think that’s the case. Now that I think about it, it’s actually, uh, kind of obvious that it was you, but… I’ve been wondering for a while, and… yeah.”

“Yeah,” Bucky repeats. He moves to cram the note into his pocket.

“No!” Adorable Guy blurts out, which earns them quite a few dirty looks. He bows his head in apology towards the disgruntled students and turns back to Bucky. “Don’t. I wanna read it.”

Bucky raises an eyebrow. “You sure?”

“I was sure about reading all of the notes you gave me before I knew who you were,” Adorable Guy retorts and sticks his hand out. “Now let me read it. Please?” He actually pouts, and that’s incredibly unfair.

Hesitantly, Bucky places the note in Adorable Guy’s outstretched hand (because he’s pretty sure if he tried to go against that pout, he’d get sent straight to hell immediately) and stuffs his own hands into his pockets. He can feel a thin layer of sweat start to form on his brow, which is ridiculous because usually he isn’t this nervous around people he finds attractive. Although, to be fair, none of them have ever looked like the guy in front of him.

Perhaps it’s because he’s a masochist, but he doesn’t look away and prevent himself from seeing Adorable Guy’s reaction. So, when his eyes light up and he smiles and that blush is back and Bucky realizes that he’s seeing this face to face, he smiles right back.

“God, you’re sweet, aren’t you?” Adorable Guy laughs, holding up the note. “I swear this just gave me cavities.”

Bucky rubs the back of his neck. “Sorry. I’ll pay the dentist’s bill.”

“You better,” Adorable Guy teases. “I”m gonna need a name so I know who to make it out to.” He steps just the slightest bit closer and Bucky tries not to choke on his own spit again.

“James,” Bucky replies, “but my friends call me Bucky.”

“I’m Tony.” Tony. Tony, Tony, Tony. It’s nice to be able to put a name to the face, and Bucky suspects he’s not gonna tire of saying Tony’s name any time soon.

“So, Tony…” Bucky looks at the table and quickly snatches up a notepad and a pencil. Tony doesn’t seem to mind, or he at least doesn’t protest. Bucky quickly writes something out, then turns it around and hands it to Tony.

Would you like to go out for lunch?

#old posts #filled

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patrice-bergerons · 4 years ago

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i am still awake thanks to that new behind enemy lines carraville quiz but wow

Gary is Jamie’s favorite person from Manchester (because he “couldn’t think of anyone else”)

To this date Jamie’s 40th is still the one and only time Gary has gone out in Liverpool??

Jamie remembers absolutely everything from past Northwest derbies while Gary remembers nothing

Yesterday morning Gary woke up, took a video of himself lying down on bed and saying ‘wow we are 3 points clear off of the best Liverpool side!’ and then sent it to Carra?

The whole thing is delightful honestly, this is exactly what we deserve

#carraville #they are still out there being themselves #its beautiful

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demonslayedher · 4 years ago

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Now that I’m done with my exam I have more translations I want to do (but probably not the sorts of translations anyone is looking for, haha), and I want to clean up my tags, and I want to write more fanfic, but first I want to goof off by filling in my own silly Kimetsu no Yaiba survey (feel free to steal it from that link). And dang it, I’m doing it with goofy things I made on the official character generator, too.

1. So you’ve decided to join the Demon Slayer Corps! What brought you here? Typical story, my whole family got killed by demons. The only way I’d take up some a dangerous profession is if I didn’t worry about giving my mother a heart attack with all her worrying for me. That, or I faked my death in advance so she could skip the worrying part. Duty calls! 2. Wow, that’s terrible. And how did you prepare for the Final Selection? I started by practicing Flower Breathing under an elderly lady, and I took it very seriously. She took me under her wing, but sooner or later we both noticed that if I was killing flowers left and right with both my black thumb and swinging swords around, it probably wasn’t appropriate for me to continue in that style.

So, Flower-sensei had me take the official What Breath Should You Study quiz and since I got Wind, she helped me find a Wind Breath cultivator. We got along alright, seeing me off to the Final Selection was sort of routine and he just told me not to die.

3. What was the worst injury you sustained, or the closest you came to death? We’ll get to that. 4. Well, you survived, that’s good! Now that you’re in the Corp, what does your haori look like? This! Flower-sensei gave it to me! I’m a little embarrassed to use it since I failed in Flower Breathing, though. Makes a Wind Breath user like me stick out, too. But I like that the colors remind me a little of the Flame Pillar’s haori, I saw him once from a far. The Pillars are all *so cool* and I wish I could be like that someday.

(Fun fact: Actual gift from actual sensei used in actual martial arts.)

5. Your crow doesn’t have a name! What name do you choose? Sasami, as in “chicken tenderloin.”

6. Do you prefer solo missions or working with friends? Solo, but I’m cooperative in groups. 7. Be honest. How scared are you? It’s less a matter of being scared to fight and more a matter of finding some of the demons really creepy looking. So humanlike, yet not. Jeepers creepers, some of those things have faces that’ll keep you awake at night. Since this is the Taisho era, it’ll still be a few decades until someone invents the phrase “Uncanny Valley.”

8. Oh… oh dear. This isn’t good. Looks like you got turned into a demon. How did this come about? Well, none of it was intentional. This was all one big mishap. See, I was on a group mission and wound up fighting in close range with a demon. I managed to kill it, but it had pretty much torn me apart by then. The other Corp Members had their hands full with other demons and I can’t blame them for assuming I was dead, and thankfully that’s what got reported to my Senseis (no seppuku on my accord, please!). But some of that demon’s blood got in my injuries, and next thing you know, I was a blank slate with a whole new outlook on life! And an empty stomach.

9. I see. So what sorts of people do you like to eat? You know how someone can spend their whole life striving, working hard to improve, never giving up, but still failing anyway? That disappointment is delicious. Their unfulfillment always leaves me craving more! 10. Sounds gross to me, but whatever floats your boat. What are your thoughts on that, you know, that one guy, he whom we shall not name? Oh, he’s terrifying. In the best way, of course. I’m still sort of a new demon, I hope I don’t meet him any time soon. 11. Got any cool characteristics or Blood Techniques? Not quite yet, I’m just the classic send-Momotaro-to-slay-the-barbarians kind of demon with cute little horns. 12. Oh… whoops. You died. Happens to a lot of demons. Care to describe how that happened? I was enjoying myself just fine when I happened to come across a Demon Slayer with obnoxiously bright hair and just as obnoxious of a voice, but then it occurred to me... wasn’t this the Flame Pillar, Rengoku Kyojuro!? “I am,” he confirmed. I squealed with demon delight and asked, “Can you--could you please---say that one line? You know? Set-your-heart-aflame? I love that line.” “I hate demons and prefer not to answer their requests,” he said, then added, “but I don’t see why not. KOKORO WO MOYASE.”

Hearing those famous words straight from a famous Pillar made my demon fangirl heart burst with the flames of a thousand suns, and I died on the spot. In the end I was just another Rengoku obsessed demon, nothing special. The end.

#Kimetsu no Yaiba #Demon Slayer #KnY Silliness

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dropoutparty · 3 years ago

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ngc ramblings part 2- chapters 3 and 4

time for post 2 babeyy!! i didnt try to really be funny in this one like i did the last one, so i hope u dont mind!! heres a link to the first post if u missed it! ill make a masterpost of all the parts once im done with all the chapters. now lets get into trance and dementia!! (that sounds. hilarious out of context)

here we are at trance! the name of this one is pretty clear, but ill still go into the definition for the sake of clarity. basically, a trance is a state of half consciousness and an absence of response to external stimuli, like what you might experience when under deep hypnosis. this is probably referencing the “episodes” that melissa would go into where she would jsut kinda stare off into the distance and not emote all that much. the music here is compared to the videodrome theme, which probably means theres a consistent high note in the background, with the main attraction of the song being garbled electronic noises, maybe with some more coherent synth coming in at some point. either way, it probably is meant to make you feel uneasy because as we all know, high pitched noises are spooky.

the new kaiju this time around is orga (a kaiju with some mutated godzilla dna in it). this makes zach realize that this game couldnt be just some unreleased version of the normal one (as if fuckin red appearing didnt already make that clear) so he now figures that its a rom hack of some kind that his friend just happened to find. im glad he didnt just immediately go to assuming it was haunted because thats SUCH a common thing in these creepypastas and its so dumb?? good job cosby... anyways the first level zach goes into is also the first quiz level, where we finally meet face!!! my beloved,, i dont really know how to approach the quiz levels tbh? because on one hand i wanna examine face as a character all at once but on the other hand i wanna talk about them as i go... for this post ill leave all the quiz stuff out, but i wanna know if yall would want them included in the future! ill just make a separate post for all the quiz levels if you dont :3. overall though, the first quiz level gives me the feeling that face is assessing who and what zach is, maybe throwing random stuff in to make it not seem suspicious or something?

anyways, zach finishes the quiz level and moves onto a green temple level. zach describes the music of these levels as hypnotic, which might relate to the planet name? the only enemies in this level are dead things, specifically a ghost thing and a bat with a horse skull head, who probably killed the things that became the ghosts. already this world is a little different than pathos because it has buildings in it!! specifically, this world is filled with green temple levels, which i think translates in-game universe to two large temples and three smaller ones (based on how the levels are kinda clumped together, with single ones kinda spread out). outside of the temples are the same empty blue mountain stages that pathos had, but now with not-moguera hangin around! i feel like this further proves my idea i talked about in the last post, where not-moguera and not-gezora killed all the life on the planet together, because as far as is said the blue mountains are still empty here except for not-moguera. theres also some cave stages from pathos here, but not as many.

moving on, after zach gets through some stages its time for the bosses! first up is not-varan, whos sprite looks like its an altered version of varans actual sprite from the original game, just like the other not-kaijus so far. i think this is a theme among all of the nots here so ill just say when they dont look made up of the originals parts from now on. not-varan fights by kicking and shooting heat-seeking missiles. its head is backwards, so it cant see whats in front of it. i get the feeling that the missiles are heat-seeking in order to kill anything coming towards it that it cant see and the kicks are more of a desperation thing, like oh god my missiles didnt kill something and now its hurting me, i need to get away or something like that. so i guess i would describe its fighting style as defensive? anyways, moving on. next zach fights not-hedorah, who is the source of the horse-bats. this is the first one that doesnt seem to be made up of an original monsters parts, but it does have the same color scheme so theres that. not-hedorahs fighting is a lot more aggressive, summoning horse-bats to keep you distracted while he goes to town on you. i think a second not-moguera was put here to help not-hedorah kill everything, because i don't think not-varan would be very useful when it comes to doing that lmao. so after zach beats not-hedorah, no more horse-bats spawn which is neat! after beating not-hedorah, zach tries to enter the base level without beating orga but it doesnt work so i wont dwell on it.

orga is just a normal godzilla monster, so there isnt as much to say about him. i do think that orga was an original resident of trance before the not-kaiju came around to kill everything, like biollante was on pathos. he fights by punching, shooting a heat beam, and eating other monsters! i think this last one, even tho its a normal part of the kaiju, is here to foreshadow reds preferred method of killing things that we see later (especially since orga also unhinges his jaw to eat things). anyways this fight makes zach geek out and think that the game must have been made by a fellow person of culture and godzilla fan!! which is funny for reasons ill get into later. he doesnt have much time for a fanboy moment tho bc he has to run the mile again with coach red!

this time around, the game is trying to trip zach up by including some obstacles to avoid while you run from red. red doesnt have any issue with them though, theyre not meant to keep him away from you, after all. zach was freaked out but he still has his epic gamer skillz so he beat the level just fine. when he was done he yelled in gamer delight before red looked at him like “shut the hell up” and zach almost pissed himself. and thats trance!! before i move onto dementia tho, i wanna talk about trance itself because of course i do. i think this planet used to be home to a lot of creatures like pathos was, but this society was more developed and spirituality was very important to them, hence all of the temples. i dont think it was a very somber or strict society though, mainly im getting that from the temple music having an “indian techno vibe” to, it. so from what i gather, this society was very spiritual but also they liked to party. while im on the subject of the temples, i think that face is hiding out in either like a small side building or a hidden room inside of one of the big green temples. trance probably used to be his home, and when everything started getting killed i think he hid out somewhere he would be safe. i dont know about yall, but the quiz levels always gave me the impression that they were indoors for some reason? so that definitely contributes to the hiding in a temple idea but i think it still works if you dont feel the same. i think thats all i really have to say about trance, so lets move on to dementia!

ok as usual, were starting out with the planets name: dementia. you know what dementia is but again, for the sake of clarity its basically a disorder caused by brain injury or disease that causes memory loss, personality changes, and impaired reasoning. im not entirely sure why dementia specifically was chosen here, and my best guess for what it could mean is that maybe its foreshadowing melissas condition? it doesnt really resemble dementia at all but thats my best guess lmao. anyways, this chapter starts out with zach still freaking out about red looking at him and wondering whats up with the game before we get our board description this time around. its during this little beginning part that he decides that he has to finish the game just to see what the hell is even going on with it, which like. fair. ok so the boards music is described as basically a slow piano cover of the original games saturn theme.

as will be the routine from now on, zach starts with the quiz level. the questions face asks this time around seem like hes trying to get to know more about zach at this point, though theres still the usual unrelated questions mixed in (though theres only like 4 of them this time)! for the last question he asks, face must have figured out that zach is a human because he offers him a new monster! zach obviously says yes pogs irl when he sees that face gave him anguirus, his second favorite godzilla monster (whats his favorite godzilla monster? is it godzilla? he hasnt mentioned a favorite monster yet so why bring up your second favorite? idk) and one that hes wanted to play as since he was a child, which is interesting (im sure youre sick of hearing this by now but, more on that later). ok now onto the levels.

the first kind of level is a palette swap of the blue mountains from the last two worlds, but this time theres also water! the music is “a very simple song with a lot of abrupt pauses, followed by a loud note every few seconds” so take from that what you will. this level doesnt have any enemies in it, just like the last two, but this time it looks like zachs goin for a swim bc were goin underwater babeyy!! the enemies in the water consisted of a piranha (which zach likes because he can “tell what it is” talk about a buzzkill) and a spiky bottom feeder thing whatever taht means. and that's it for that level type. kinda boring but the other two level types make up for it. speaking of, lets go onto the next level type! these levels actually have an in-game name for them; unforgiving cold. these levels are very long, taking place in a castle dungeon made of blue bricks, with statues of terrified faces lining the walls. these levels made zach really anxious, and the longer he played them the more he felt like he was getting close to something “unspeakably evil” yea sure dude. its now that he starts to suspect something supernatural is going on, because he thinks the game can make the player feel things at will, which imean he isnt wrong? also the music in these levels is just a looping choir that sounded familiar to zach for some reason. there werent any enemies (which im realizing is a running theme in this thing huh) so were onto the first boss, not-baragon.

not-baragon is another one that isnt made up of its originals parts, but still has the same color scheme. he fights with a really strong kick, ice breath, and pissing on you with a gatling gun dick. yes im being serious. like??? i didnt remember taht being a thing but oh my god just look at this shit.

comedy gold. you even do extra damage to him if you attack the gun like??? anyways zach beats not-baragon and goes on to the last level type, the arctic. the level is literally just an icy tundra with some water segments, and the music is compared to northern hemispheres from donkey kong country but 8bit? and zach described it as “dangerous sounding” so theres that. the enemies here consist of a thing that zach says kinda looks like not-gezora but without the eye (i can kinda see it? maybe) thats frozen in ice, a spike ball with legs that explodes and shoots spikes everywhere when it dies, and the piranhas from the green mountains. the last two are only in the water segments, because yea theres water segments and theyve got platforming babeyy!! at the end of the level, theres a mini boss fight with maguma (a walrus kaiju), who runs away when you beat him. thats all the levels, so we can get on to the rest of the bosses!

the next boss is manda, a sea dragon kaiju. he fights by spitting fire, biting, and constricting (also he switches things up if somethings not working, so hes a pretty smart cookie). during the fight the atragon (which is like an airship from one of the movies i think?) shows up to help, which zach thought was epic and poggers even tho it didnt help at all. and thats the manda fight, moving on! the next fight is weird, because nothing is there for a little while before a fish shows up, screams, and then gets fuckin kilt by not-gigan. once again, it doesnt resemble the original but it uses the same color palette. it fought with a blood beam it shot from its mouth and a slash, and zach described it as fast and unrelenting, so definitely a really aggressive mike wazowski lookin motherfucker. after zach beats him, he goes on to the last boss of dementia, spacegodzilla (i guess the people who make the kaiju were going through a creative block or something lmao). spacegodzilla looks like normal godzilla but hes blue now and hes got ice!! why tf is he called spacegodzilla!!! anyways hes also more strategic with his fighting pattern, making ice crystal spires taht charges up his special meter and also keeps you from reaching him. when you do get close to him, you participate in a funney big dinosaur slap fight until u win, pog!! now on a completely different note, big reds comin to town (aw shit. here we go again)

this time around the chase is mostly underwater (tho its blood now bc ooo spooky,, sometimes i forget that this story is supposed to be scary tbh) so red has to put his floaties on before he can follow zach. theres also landmines over pits and red reveals his weird tentacle hand mouth tongue before zach finally gets away and the chase is over. reds startin to get frustrated bro, he's tried to catch this fucker like 3 times now wadda hell!!! btw these chase sections are a lot less crazy than i thought they were like. huh. ig its more intense when you listen to a reading lol. anyways now its time to talk about dementia as a planet. i think the whole “the not-kaijus are killing all the stuff on these planets for red” still holds true, and i feel like it will continue to do that, so ill just briefly mention it from now on. this planet is all ice and water basically though, so i think they had a harder time doing it this time, hence why the underwater sections have more enemies and the only original kaiju here can stay underwater for protection. also, i think face followed zach to dementia from trance because he realized what zach was doing and wanted to help out, which is why he gave zach anguirus.

basically i picture dementia to be a planet thats mostly water with some land thrown in, and an old dilapidated castle in the center. i think the castle itself was probably destroyed by the not-kaijus (along with anything alive that might have been in it). i cant decide if i think spacegodzilla or manda would have lived there, so ill just say they both lived there as gay lovers or somehting. as for the statue faces, theyve appeared on trance and dementia so far, and theyll continue to appear throughout the pasta. basically, i think these represent melissa and/or her presence. like in the green temples on trance, i think that alludes to how melissa is kind of an “angel” or divine being later in the game, and in the blue castle i think they could represent how melissa is (supposedly, more on that later) being held in the game so she can be tortured forever (which is why they look fuckin terrified). i think thats all i have to say about dementia.

before i end the post i wanted to say something abt the planets names. in the first post, i said i would talk about the planets names significance all at once but i. completely forgot that while writing this one, so ill just do them as i go from now on!! basically what i think the significance of pathos’ name is could be multiple things. it could be referencing the sad state of the planet itself, it could be foreshadowing that playing this game is going to be a painful experience for zach, or it could be talking about the incident with melissa, and how that was a really painful experience for zach (i wouldnt be surprised if it gave zach ptsd honestly). so thats the end of the post babeyy!! next up is entropy and extus!

#ngc ramblings #nes godzilla creepypasta #godzilla nes creepypasta

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Eri learns about braids on a Wednesday. It probably would have been longer, except that day, three things happened that were just a little out of the ordinary.

Reason 1: Mirio, who usually stays with Eri while Aizawa and Hizashi are teaching, is out with his friends today.

Reason 2: Hizashi is sick because one of his new interns thought he should just “work through the pain”. (Not the poor kid’s fault, although Hizashi did have a long discussion with him about it.)

As a consequence: Aizawa takes Eri to school with him that day.

Reason 3: They have a quiz today.

Reason 3.5: Yaoyorozu braids her hair when she’s nervous.

And that’s why Aizawa has postponed the quiz, watching from behind the desk as Eri gingerly holds a chunk of Yaoyorozu’s hair in her hands, eyes wide and jaw dropped.

“It has pink!” She says.

“I have a clip-in,” Yaoyorozu explains.

“There are STARS in your hair!”

“It’s from these star shaped bobby pins. Would you like to see them?”

Eri nods.

Yaoyorozu pulls a small brass bobby pin from her hair and hands it to Eri. A loose strand of hair flies up and hangs over her ear, ridiculously crooked.

Jirou makes a little noise as though she might faint.

Eri grabs the bobby pink with the utmost gentleness, as though just the slightest mistake might cause it to break, and Aizawa should have handed the quiz out five minutes ago but she’s so utterly dazzled and she’s just begun to ask for things and he doesn’t want to discourage this...

Yaoyorozu gets out of her seat, kneels down in front of Eri, and asks softly, “Would you like stars in your hair?”

Eri’s eyes go wide and she quickly puts the bobby pin on Yaoyorozu’s desk and nearly tumbles in her rush to get her hands behind her back. She is utterly still.

“My dad used to say that clip-ins like the pink hair were silly and unbecoming,” Yaoyorozu confides in a hushed voice, like she’s telling a great secret, “But I think they’re nice, and they make me happy, so they must be quite wonderful, I think. What do you think?”

Eri nods quickly, her face practically a blur, “I like them!”

Yaoyorozu smiles, “I can put them in your hair, if you’re okay with it. I’d never met a friend who also likes this sort of stuff and has long enough hair for it, so I’d really love if you would do this sort of stuff with me--only when you want to, of course.”

Eri looks as though she might burst from excitement.

Midoriya, who had tried to do some last-minute studying with Todoroki and Iida, looks over at the girls with a soft smile.

“Can I?” Eri asks.

“Of course,” Yaoyorozu smiles, “Do you want to braid your hair up or keep it down?”

“I...”

“I can do both.��

Eri starts tearing up.

“Only if you want.”

“I do,” Eri says, and her voice cracks a bit, “I want to, please.”

“Thank you for this honour,” Yaoyorozu says solemnly, and moves so that she’s kneeling behind Eri, “Would you like your hair away from your face, or do you want to keep some there?”

“I--” Eri touches her forehead self-consciously, “My horn is ugly.”

“I think that it’s beautiful,” Yaoyorozu says, “But if you want to, we can keep some hair there to hide it.”

“You think... you think it’s beautiful?”

“I think that it’s gorgeous!” Uraraka pipes in, bouncing over, “You’re so cute, Eri!”

“It’s a very nice horn,” Asui agrees solemnly, “And I’m a brutally truthful person.”

“Oh,” Eri touches her horn again, and says, “Are you--are you sure?”

“It’s lovely,” Yaoyorozu says, “But if you don’t want to show it today, we can show it some other day. We’ll be doing your hair more in the future, right? Or you can do it yourself, if you’d prefer.”

Eri glances hesitantly at Aizawa, who waves a hand and says, “You’re a very pretty girl, and your horn is part of you, isn’t it?”

“I’ll keep my hair away from my face,” Eri says, determined in a way only little kids facing their uncertainties can be.

Aizawa loves his kid so much.

“Of course,” Yaoyorozu agrees, “I’m going to take a bit from behind your ear, now.”

“Okay.”

“I’m going to take a bit from the top of your head and twist it a bit, is that okay?”

“Will it hurt?”

“If it does, you tell me and I’ll stop.”

“You’ll stop?”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“But--” A long, hesitant pause.

“If you are hurt, then I feel bad.”

“Oh,” a quiet little noise of wonder that hurts Aizawa, “Oh. Okay.”

“Okay,” Yaoyorozu twists a bit of hair and pins it and Eri shouts in delight.

“It didn’t hurt!”

“I’m glad. Can I pull a bit from your horn?”

“I... yes.”

It continues like that, for a while, before Yaoyorozu asks, “Would you like a few little braids? Just for fun.”

“Not a big one?”

“Just little ones.”

“Will they hurt?”

“If it hurts, tell me, and I’ll stop.”

“Do I get colour?”

“If you want, I can give you my pink bit.”

“...no. I like your hair.”

“Okay.”

Yaoyorozu makes a few thin braids in Eri’s hair.

“That didn’t hurt!”

“I’m glad.”

“But I felt it.”

“Sorry.”

“No, it was good!” Eri beams.

“I’m done,” Yaoyorozu pulls out her phone and snaps a photo, “Here, do you want to see?”

Eri nods and Yaoyorozu hands her the phone.

Eri oohs and aahs, “I have stars in my hair!”

“Yeah!” Uraraka cheers.

“It looks so pretty!”

“I’m glad,” Yaoyorozu tucks a strand of billowing hair behind her ear.

“Can I--” Eri uses the phone as a mirror and glances at herself, “Can I keep it like this?”

“Of course.”

“For how long?”

“For as long as you want.”

“But... your stars...”

“You can give them back to me once you don’t want them.”

“Forever?”

“No. You can use them whenever you want.”

“Oh,” Eri stares at Yaoyorozu, wide eyed, and then says, “Thank you. I look so pretty.”

“You’re a very pretty girl.”

Eri reddens, “Thank you.”

“It’s only the truth,” Yaoyorozu smiles.

Eri beams, and runs to Aizawa to show him. He smiles at her, tells he that she looks gorgeous, and asks if she wants to hand out the quizzes.

The class groans, Yaoyorozu laughs, and Eri beams, the stars in her hair flying up and down as she says, exuberant, yes, please!

Part 2

#bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha fanfiction #eri #eri drabble series #i've been wanting to write something like this for ages #so i'm glad that i finally got around to it

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