#[ nnoi needs friends ]

[despairforme]

[ I just want to say thank you so much to everyone who took the time to send Nnoitra a birthday ask yesterday! It was super sweet of you and I had a blast! ;O;// I still have some asks that I got after I went to bed but I will try to get to those today! Thank you for making writing Nnoitra so lovely. I truly love it here! uvu// ]

[fictional-worlds-are-exquisite]

you HAVE to vampire invite me into your house but no matter how hard you try you cannot vampire 'make yourself comfortable' me in your house

no. absolutely not. i'm going to pick maybe two or three safe places to sit, get clearance from you before i touch anything, and avoid anything you haven't given me express clearance for.

[darnell-la]

can we get some nsfw of logan heavily infantilizing reader? i know he's a mean mean man and i want him to make us cry 🥺 just wanna be doted on but also fucked like a beast

note: Logan is a very nasty individual in this story. He’s degrading, calls the reader out of her name many times, fucks rough, is manipulative, possessive, and more…

having Logan Howlett claim you are one of the best-given things that could happen.

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How do you guys feel about a x men story with reader? Logan being rude Logan at first, then slowly shows small affection towards the reader. Jealousy and things of that sort. They soon hit it off, and after Logan starts acting rude again, because he’s scared of the love he grew for her. It’ll be a long story, but something to read at night. ALL ON WATTPAD! Comment below, please!

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“You’re so fuckin’ childish, y/n, do you know that!? So fuckin’ childish!” Logan shouted at the girl as he placed her into his passenger seat. The man slammed the door in her face before walking around to the car.

Y/m scoffed as she crossed her arms, knowing she was wrong for what she’d done tonight, but at least she had fun.

Logan treats y/n like she has no idea what the world is like. Wade speaks to him, telling him he should take it easy because is his friend. Not Logan’s.

“Well, if I’m gonna stay in an apartment with two kids, I expect them to have manners and respect. If not, then I’m out of here,” Logan threatened a few months ago when he first got here.

Y/n had come home drunk out of her mind at three in the morning after Logan and Wade had been worried all night.

Her phone had died. She explained that to them, and Wade understood, but when she came through that door smiling, laughing, and giggling with the friend who dropped her off, it triggered Logan.

“I know pay the bills, and the apartment is his, but I’ll kick you the fuck out, kid,” Logan threatened as he got into the car and started it up, ready to get home and rest without stressing about y/n.

“I’m a grown woman, Logan. If I wanna go out and get drunk with my friends, I can!” Y/n turned towards the man just to yell before turning back towards the door, looking out of the window.

“What kinda fun is that, y/n? You’re a college student, you’ve got classes in the afternoon, you need to study, but instead, you’re out almost every weekend, pissy drunk and begging for a man to touch you,”

“What!? I don’t even go out with men! I reject them all,” y/n said, confused about why he even cared about her getting with anyone.

“Sure you don’t. Every time I pick you up or you walk through that door, you’re dressed sluttier. Every fucking time!” Logan yelled, hands groping the wheel as he drove through the city to head home.

“At this point, you’re just stressing yourself out. Let me live my life like I let you, okay? Fuck!” Y/n complained.

“So slutting around is living life now? God, you kids are fucking dumb,” Logan shook his head. “I don’t slut around!” Y/n basically screamed at the man.

“Lower your fucking tone when you talk to me, young lady!” Logan looked her way. The anger in his voice made her back up, trying to keep a straight face, but it was hard.

“Always fuckin’ yellin'. Can you ever shut the fuck up for once? Just do better in life and shut the fuck up — Grow up! Because you’re a-fucking-nnoying,” the man got out.

Y/n looked out of the window in silence, holding back her tears as the man continued.

“Be a fuckin’ lady, and respect yourself for once. For once!” He hit the wheel, making the girl jump. “Respect me!” The man hit the wheel again, but harder.

Y/n wiped a tear from her cheek quickly so he wouldn’t notice, but he did. Once he did, the man laughed to himself. “Unbelievable,” the man shook his head, disappointed in her.

“You can yell at me, but when I start yellin’ and tellin’ you what you look like, you start carrying. Fucking pathetic. Seriously!”

Logan didn’t mean to hurt the girl's feelings. He was just angry. He hated seeing her out and doing things he didn’t want her to do. Why can’t she just listen to him? Why does she need other people to make her happy when she has Wade and him at home.

The rest of the car ride was silent. Y/n wouldn’t sniff here and there, but low so she wouldn’t start Logan up again. She was embarrassed and disappointed in herself.

Right as Logan parked the car, y/n pulled on the handle to get out, but he had locked the door before she could.

“Looks y/n-“ Logan went to say, but y/n cut him off. “Let me out,” y/n said with a stern voice. “Y/n, just hear me out-“ he tried to say again. “Let me out!” She yelled, not even looking at the man.

“Hey!” Logan reached for her arm and grabbed it tightly. Y/n tried yanking herself away, but he was stronger. “Let me go!” Y/n yelled, only angering the man further. He had become obvious to the strength he had.

“Ow, Logan!” Y/n shouted at the man, but all he did was grip harder. “Stay still, y/n!” Logan demanded. “You're hurting me!” She finally said as tears streamed from her eyes.

The way she looked at the man in pain, not just from his grip, but more so from his words. Looking into his eyes, he realized he had gone too far.

“Y/n,” Logan said low as she fought the man, slapping his hand, but he wouldn’t let go. He only loosened his grip. “Let me go!” She could barely yell, only cry.

Logan shifted his body and lifted his other hand to cup her cheek. When he did, she tried shaking her head to get him off, but it wouldn’t leave.

“Please!” She cried, but Logan didn’t let her leave. All he did was let her arm go, only to push her seat back and hover over her quickly, the other hand still on her cheek.

“Baby, don’t cry,” Logan said, but she couldn’t stop. She sobbed as she weakly slapped Logan’s body, telling him to leave her alone, but that was the last thing he was going to do.

“Baby, look at him — It’s okay, just look at me,” Logan said as he placed the other hand on her other cheek, forcing her to look at him.

“I’m sorry, y/n, okay? I’m sorry,” Logan spoke. That was when y/n cried harder with no words. “Aw, baby,” Logan said, trying to wipe her tears away, but they kept rolling.

“All I wanted was for you to be safe, baby. That it. It’s dangerous out here. You can’t just be goin’ out every night, looking the way you do. You just can’t,” Logan said.

“If you wanna drink, we got it at the house. You know that. No more goin’ out, and you won’t look like this anymore,” he said, hoping to manipulate her into staying in the house, and in his sight.

“Hey, hey, calm down,” Logan said and kept repeating until she ducked in her cries. It took her a while, but she managed.

“Please understand that I want you safe, y/n. Do you understand that?” Logan asked. Y/n slowly nodded her head with a sniff, making him smile slightly.

“That’s it, baby. All I want is for my baby to be safe — No more goin’ out after tonight. Maybe with me, but I have to be by your side. It’s too dangerous,” he said.

“B-But my friends,” y/n sniffed. “They’ll be fine, baby. They love you and will understand. You want me to trust you and not be stressed out, right? You want me to be? I’m gettin’ old, and ion needa be stressin’ about my girl,” Logan said.

Y/n nodded her head, halfway understanding what he wanted, but not fully. She didn’t ask though. She just knew by the way he always acted that he wanted her in sight and safe with no funny business.

“Good, baby, good,” Logan said, looking into the girl's eyes as she looked back up at him, eyes bloody and eyelashes batting.

“You’re too pretty to be seen without me, baby, and you know that, don’t you? Don’t you, baby?” Logan asked, making her nod again.

“That's right, and you're sorry for disobeying me, right?” He asked. The way he spoke to her, made her feel like she’s actually done something wrong.

“S-Sorry,” she said low. A groan slipped past the man’s lips at her words and voice. She was too sweet to believe she was real.

“Ah huh, and are you gonna show me just how sorry you are?” He asked. Y/n surprisingly nodded quickly, wanting him to know that she meant nothing personal by the way she lived.

“Good girl — Now turn around for me,” Logan said. Her mind wasn’t honking straight, but she did as told, apologizing for her body rubbing on his as she did so. “It’s okay, baby - You’re all good,”

“I’m just a little angry, and you understand that, right? It’s acceptable to why I am, right, baby?” He asked her, making her him with a nod.

“Ah huh, and you’re gonna help me relax, right, baby?” He asked and she repeated what she had done before, but more shaky. “That right,”

Logan began unbuckling his belt, watching the girl underneath him shiver from how drunk she was, the cold air coming through the cracked window, her crying session, and the confusion of this situation.

“Never listenin’ to me, baby. I don’t like that,” Logan said before giving y/n a hard slap on her ass that was covered in her tight thin dress. A whine had slipped from her mouth, only making the man groan.

“Yeah, and I’m gonna bring all this anger right out on and into you, baby,” Logan said as he pulled himself out. “And guess what you’re gonna do. You’re gonna lay here, and take it like the disrespectful little slut you are,”

Y/n whined at his words, feeling shitty for not being respectful towards the older man, but she’ll soon understand to listen.

“Every time I pick you up or watch you walk through those doors, you’re fuckin’ soaked. I just know you’re out and about, waiting for some random man to offer his cock,”

“I know you’re whore enough to take it too, now ain’t you?” Logan asked. “N-No,” y/n shook her head with a whine as he pulled her dress up, revealing her dark wet patch.

“Sure you’re not, baby. You know the drunk sluts always say that, right? Until they’re caught being stuffed and fucked in some bar bathroom,”

Y/n whined again at his comment about what he thought of her as his fingers hooked around her pants. The man pulled his fingers back, causing the panties to rip perfectly.

“You wanna be treated like some dirty slut at the bar?” Logan asked as he put his cock in his hand. “No,” y/n truly spoke, but he didn’t believe her.

The man grabbed a handful of her hair and then pushed her head into the seat. “Are you sure, baby? Because you’re gonna spreading in my passenger seat just like them club whores,”

Before y/n could say anything, the man laughed into her, forcing his huge length through her walls, knowing she would barely be able to take him.

“Logan!” Y/n cried out loud, voice crazy as she gripped and clawed at the seats. “Nah uh, you shut the fuck up!” Logan spat through his teeth as he leaned over and into the girl's ear.

“Pussy’s so fuckin’ wet, I know you want this. You always do. Comin’ back from the fuckin’ bar all soaked and full of attitude. I just know you rub that shit in my face,”

“I fuckin’ know you come through those doors wanting me to fuck your drunk ass through my mattress,” the man snapped his hips hard.

“Oh yeah? Can't take it?” Logan asked as the young girl cried in pain and pleasure. “S-Sorry, sorry,” she quickly whined as she back arched.

“No, you’re fucking not. You’re only sayin’ it now because I’m fucking this cunt dumb,” Logan growled in the girl's ear as he tugged on her hair.

“Slutty fuckin’ cunt - Grippin’ me like she ain’t been fucked in the club already,” Logan said, making the girl shake her head.

“N-No,” she managed to say. “Oh yeah? You’re tellin’ me no man has been in this cunt at the club? Fuckin’ you silly in the bathroom as you pass out from the liquor?” Logan asked.

He had already known the answer, but he was angry. He wanted to get everything out. If he could smell how wet she was every weekend, he could smell a man on her, and thankfully for her, he never has.

“N-No,” y/n whined as she came around him without warning. He hadn’t cared that she soaked his leather seats. All he cared about was how could he could fuck he’d. Maybe if he fucked he’d be good enough, she wouldn’t dare leave the apartment again.

“That’s what I fuckin’ thought. You don’t let another man touch you. Never!” He pounded, knowing the wind out of her with every thrust.

“I swear, if you do, baby, ima kill him. Ima fuckin’ kill him then lock your ass in my room,” Logan threatened, only making y/n moan.

“My fuckin’ cunt — Mine! All fuckin’ mine and you know it. You’ve been known it, Bub, and because you wanted to play games, I’m gonna teach you what the fuck happens when you do,”

Logan took the seatbelt to the car and tied it around her wrist after pulling them man. The man soon continued his anger by slamming into her until she cried, begging him to stop.

He was rough, but y/n knew deep down that she deserved it. She was disrespectful and didn’t listen to him. He should get what he wants.

“You're mine, right, baby? All mine to use like those I want at the bar and club?” Logan asked as y/n could barely keep herself conscious. “Y-Yes,” was all she could get out.

“That’s my girl,”

[kharmii]

I'm someone who isn't interested in content surrounding OCs. People are free to create them and to whatever with them and good for them but I'm just not interested in them. I once very politely asked some vocal anti to give tags when they share something and they just got pissed at me. Saying that every character be it canon or not is someones OC and I should respect them. This person also constantly screeches about boundaries and all that stuff but apparently it only goes one way. It's okay to ignore someones boundaries if one doesn't think something worthy of tagging.

I dunno. Once again shows hypocrisy at its finest at the side of the antis.

Disgusting content and all that aside: still thinking that I rather hang out with shippers than those snowflake antis who weep when someone is a bit harsher than usual but decide to ignore boundaries if they think they are "pointless"

so far I feel like OC content has always been tagged on your end (if it does show up) so I'm very thankful for that. Also I know you won't give me shit for my opinion. I'm just not interested in some special OC Karen/Kevin who is all the genders and none and wants to fuck the twins or any of that nonsense... as well as all the projection into the depot agents... a-nnoy-ing. But other people are free to like them. I am just not interested.

sorry for the little vent this has been boiling inside of me for a while and I needed to get it out of the system... honestly I'm thankful for your blog and content and even if you're often harsh with your words I think you're a cool and fun person to have around. Aside the rants I also enjoy your in depth character analysis or when you write your opinions on something. It makes me curious and interested even if I'm out of the loop with the franchise! Thank you for your content and I hope you're having a great time!

Do you mean like self-inserts? -Or OCs in general created to be shipped with a popular character? I usually don't pay attention unless I really like them. I can only think of a few off the top of my head. IE: ceciloque and the artist who did something cute with Volo. Neither did ships. One was a protag friends with the Subway Twins, the other hated Volo in a facetious way. I also liked the Generic Protag guy but lost interest in him when he made Gene leave Hisui (also the artist soft blocked me, so I don't show up in the tags).

I could see someone getting annoyed with OCs if they do that thing where they make a Mary Sue OC with a harem of OC partners and who goes around making every single canon character fall for them. The two things that aggravate my OCD are off models and implausible cross overs. Extra points if they cover both. You might have read some of my rants in the past, like the most aggravating one of all is when someone makes the Subway Bosses not twins anymore. IE: What if one was a guy and the other was a unicorn? -Or a dog. -Or a fugly mermaid? -Or a llama that vaguely resembles Arceus? (Had to dig up the original post that started a certain tag).

None of that stuff really bothers me on the general tags because I get why people do it. People want to come up with reasons to keep their interest going, and when content runs out with canon, then AUs keep the character alive for them. It's funny with me personally, I can keep myself occupied posting literally the same thing for years, but of course it's not going to be enough because interests change.

Thought of that today when I queued up yet another fan art of Dabi and Shoto sitting side-by-side eating soba together, and that's the equivalent of a Submas reunion hug in my mind, although with Dabi it might have a darker meaning. He might be lying in his tank barely alive having that thought of eating soba with his brother circulating through his mind in a continuous loop. He's done being mad and wants to think of something happier than dying.

I'm about to be guilty of creating a Geten x OC for my latest fan fiction to keep it going, just because I got stuck on the ending. I needed a female character with a specific ability, and the only person who had said ability was one of the advisors for Team Brown: Support Regiment which will create more content to give Geten and Mr. Compress something to talk about when they are eventually incarcerated in adjacent rooms. I decided to make my OC a sibling to to that unnamed advisor. It's me creating an OC but staying within canon. If I were motivated and adverturous enough to keep the thing going past manga canon ending, I'd still keep it in the MHA universe.

I wouldn't be like, "Let's do My Hero Academia Star Wars! -And make Geten a mermaid pirate and Dabi a succubus werewolf with a double-sided light saber!" That would be the exact sort of shit that would drive me up the wall.

[lured-into-wonderland]

She looked at him curiously. Now less embarrassed than a few moments before. Nnoi seemed not to mind her lecturing from a short while ago. Like he seemed that he actually appreciated that…she boosted his ego. But she did not. Did Nnoitra truly think she had just lied about it to make him feel better?

Not that it was not a plausible assumption. Girls and women like her were made (and brought up) especially for this task. To make the men around them (well, the right men) feel better. Feel appreciated and admired. It was not that Nunnally didn’t understand that simple truth of her life, and didn’t undertake this task when needed. One could even claim she was pretty good at it. And yet, she didn’t want to do that with Nnoitra. She had no reason to. Did he want that from her? Were all men just the same?

But Nunnally didn’t lie. She truly believed in what she had said to him. She was aware he was not good-looking when the widely accepted beauty standards were involved (she - on the other hand - fitted them perfectly, perhaps apart from her height), but Nnoitra surely could be interesting to any lady, if he tried.

What he considered his flaws, could actually be his strengths, if only used properly. He seemed to have almost no knowledge about women. Or at least about women from her class (bored and rich).

It was not that Nunnally had a crush on him. She liked him. Yes, as a friend, and therefore, she didn't mind telling him all that. Shall she had a crush, she would have never asked him out. Or tell him he was good-looking. She would hate even the idea he might have realized she liked him. But she was safe now. With just liking him.

“I really meant it Nnoi. I have not intended to simply boost your ego…” – she hoped he would believe her – “But I've got concerned that you might not appreciate my talking about your…style. You might dress as you want and I’ve had no right to comment about it.” – there. Clarified. But what was he doing now? Was he offended after all?

But he was laughing, so she returned the smile: --

“I don’t hate it.” – it was a serious declaration, though said in the playful voice – “For me you can wear whatever you feel comfortable with…”

“…after all it’s not that any of us is trying to seduce the other party…”

Nunnally was actually surprised with her own behavior. Where was her courage (playfulness) coming from? She was stressed and freaking out not so long ago when she had asked him out for that fake date, and she was now enjoying talking about it.

He was a good person, a good friend, indeed.  

His question, just like it was meant to - brought a light flush to her face. He hadn't expected her to answer so straight-forwardly and quickly though. She went straight for it, and answered yes. Well, granted, he had sort of trapped her, hadn't he? She was too polite to say "no". Still... She hadn't needed to take it that far. Seemed like she really meant it. She thought he could be better looking if he dressed better and took better care of his hair, huh? YEAH, she was probably right about that. Too bad he simply gave 0 fucks about his appearance. And his wardrobe was meant to be comfortable, not stylish.

She was surprisingly passionate about the subject, even going as far as swearing ( he hadn't heard that from her before? ).

Another thing he had never heard before was someone calling him nice and smart. "And everything that" - he wondered what that meant. Honestly, he was pretty stunned by this whole ass confession that he was getting. He could tell she wasn't joking, so it wasn't funny.

He could tell from her expression that she regretted saying all of that, and she proceeded to apologize. She hadn't insulted him, so no need for that. It was all good. Was she embarrassed because she CLEARLY liked him more than he liked her? That was just a temporary problem for her, since once she got to know him better, the image she had of him would shatter. He wasn't nice, and he wasn't smart. Good looking? Mah, if he fit her taste there was nothing he could do to change that. He wasn't going to tell her that she'd change her mind. It was inevitable.

❝ 'S all good. ❞ Unlike her, he wasn't dramatic about this scene. ❝ I ain't gonna complain 'bout this ego boost. ❞ What kind of drama queen would do that? All she'd done was be nice to him ( even if her kindness was misplaced and misguided ). He wondered... What he'd done to make her have this image of him. Instead of telling her that she was wrong about him, he should take advantage of her thinking he was a good guy. ❝ Even if ya be hatin' on my style. ❞ He laughed, tugging at his shabby hoodie, as if he was offended that she didn't like it.

He hoped she hadn't expected him to say; I feel the same about you. Sure, he liked her, but he didn't have that strong feelings. Not to match hers.

[adelha-mathilde]

Continuation of this interaction with Wesson’s favorite Nnoitra with @despairforme here:

Wesson gladly licks Nnoitra’s fingers to wag his tail and woof at the tasty crumbs and sticky sugar. The puppy all but hopping up and down as he continues to lick Nnoitra’s hands and fingers with happy puppy kisses. Adelha soon chuckling to kneel down and scoop Wesson up as he turns to give her face kisses. Which has her giggle slightly before she speaks with Nnoitra. “It is a job offer that will be long term. Namely landscaping with the occasional maintenance work. My cousins have need for extra strong hands to help manage all the clients they have taken on. So they asked me to ask around.”

Adelha gives a nervous huff of air to then look to Nnoitra with a bit of guilt in her eyes as Wesson keeps licking her chin. “At the very least I wanted to call you to talk it over when you had a free moment in your schedule. But then I realized I don’t have your contact information. Which was dumb of me to not ask a new friend for their number so I can invite them to hang out or check in on them. So I am sorry for being so thoughtless.”

Wesson pauses to give a yip of question for Adelha to reach a hand up and tickle his chin. The puppy enjoying the tickles to then give a rather big yawn and settle down a bit. The puppy soon looking to Nnoitra to watch the new favorite human and wag his tail.

[dcwnrisen-aa]

i need to send toby some asks too, colten wants to be friends with nnoi so bad.

[thelifeofprettycommitteealpha]

How to Act Like Massie Block

 Steps

   We'll start with attitude, by far the most important aspect of being like Massie Block. If you only take one thing from this, remember that you must always show, radiate, and have CONFIDENCE! This means not pointing out your flaws to others, (ex: "My hair is so frizzy today!" or "Is this top cute? 'Cause I'm not sure...") having good posture and always looking straight ahead, (never at the ground) and not ever letting people know when you feel unsure of yourself or your opinions. Never appear to be upset. Don't cry or make comments about how "your life sucks." You must always make it seem as if you have everything together, and that your life is perfect, or else people will never idolize you. Even if you're majorly embarrassed about something, you have to just laugh it off and forget it (don't make it a big deal). You can never show weakness!  

 Another crucial part of your Massie transformation is looking the part. Massie is gorgeous. She has straight, extremely shiny brunette hair, about shoulder length, sparkling amber eyes, and perfect skin. You don't have to look exactly like this, (always choose the look that works best on you) but you must always appear your best.  

 Without a fabulous wardrobe, Massie would be nothing. Be a true fashionista and wear expensive clothes from stores/designers like BCBG, Coach, Juicy Couture, Ralph Lauren, Seven For All Mankind, Guess, Lacoste, C&C California, Marc Jacobs, Joie, True Religion, etc. Always dress to impress! Never leave the house in sweats and a T-shirt (unless they're Juicy!). Even if you can't afford uber-expensive clothes, make sure to always look pulled together and stylish, with coordinated accessories and cute shoes. Don't tell anyone where you got your cheaper clothes unless you have a social death wish! A final note on inexpensive clothes: don't ever wear anything that looks cheap. This means don't go for the Wal-Mart or Target look when you can be buying low-priced (and way cuter) clothing from Forever 21 or Wet Seal. Oh, and no too tight/too big tacky clothing please. Wear stuff that fits you and looks good. Not sure? Get a second opinion. Make sure your underwear/bras are cute, too, from stores like Victoria's Secret or underglam.com. Trust me, people do notice in the locker room when you're changing. Never wear the same outfit more than once every two weeks or more: if you double up, people will think that you are thrifty and don't have very many clothes...and we wouldn't want them to think that, would we? No.  

 Massie is the queen bee. Popular. Worshipped. And how does she do this? By looking fabulous, having the right attitude, and establishing her dominance by using intimidation. Get together a clique of the prettiest and most fashionable girls in the school, 3-4 others. Make sure you are their leader. Your beta (second in command) should be the most loyal. The other girls should also be loyal and reliable; make sure you have at least one nice-ish girl to keep the peace in your clique. If you don't all get along, you will never rule. It's all about unity. This doesn't mean you can't boss them around though--it's what Massie would do! Test the waters by starting off really nice, then gradually getting a bit harsher. If they stick with you, you'll know you have 'em forever. Lighten up a bit if they start to stray. Make sure people are somewhat scared/intimidated by you, so that you know they'll do whatever you want. Be totally snobby to the losers at your school (a.k.a. basically everyone outside your group). Chances are, you'll be so fabulous by then, it will only make them idolize you more.  

 You must be thin to maintain your social status! This means very little or no fatty/sugary foods like chips, soda, candy, fried chicken, pizza, etc. It's a tough sacrifice to make, but well worth it in the long run! Work out regularly on a treadmill, doing crunches, squats, or playing the specified sports below. Chew sugarless gum. Never be too skinny or develop an eating disorder. Not only will many rumors be circulated about you, but you could even die from it!

   Get super shiny hair by using shine shampoo, (such as Citré Shine or Brilliant Brunette Shine-Release) shine serum or spray, (know your limit--don't use too much or your hair will look greasy) and rinsing out your conditioner with cool water (as cold as you can stand it!). Straighten your hair with a good-quality flat iron and consult hair magazines or a hair stylist to find the best cut for your face (but never shorter than shoulder length!).  

 If you desire brown eyes, (and you don't have 'em) experiment with color contacts.  

 Achieve your best skin by washing your face morning and night with a good cleanser (Clean & Clear works great) and exfoliating and moisturizing daily. If you have dry skin, wash your face once per day and use more moisturizer; if you have more oily skin, skip the moisturizer. When you're drying your face, remember to pat, not rub, (rubbing pulls the skin and causes wrinkles). If you have bad acne that cannot be fixed by this skincare regimen, see a dermatologist.  

 Now for make-up...it can do so much for your face, turning you from plain to perfect in a matter of minutes. But be careful not to wear too much--you want to be like Massie, not Nina! Wear an eyeshadow in a natural color like brown, gold, or beige, (or whatever subtle color compliments your eye color) thinly line your eyes with a black or brown eyeliner, add a coat or two of blackish-brown mascara, and conceal all of your blemishes with the right shade and amount of concealer. It's also very important to remember your lip gloss--Massie would never leave home without hers! Buy a variety of different good-smelling flavors and bring them everywhere you go.  

  Make sure your teeth are bright-white and perfect. If your teeth are crooked, use "Invisiline" rather than getting braces (a lot more attractive!). Whiten your teeth with laser procedures or Crest Whitestrips. Brush at least twice a day with whitening toothpaste, and remember to floss!

 Tips

   Get a super cute dog (the smaller the better) such as a Chihuahua or a Pug, in black, light brown, or honey color (they're the cutest). You can also get a kitty; they're ah-dorable, too. Tell your pet everything, (yes, you can talk to her about your insecurities!) and love her as your child. Dress her in the cutest fashions, (this works best if you have a dog) and take her on walks in the evening with your Louis Vuitton leash.  

 Use words like "ah-mazing," "ah-dorable," and "ah-nnoying". Say "ehmagawd!" when you're shocked, surprised, or excited about something. When something is well-known and "ah-bvious" to you, say, "Given!". When you have the same opinion as someone, say, "Ah-greed". When something someone says strikes you as reasonable, say, "Point!" and draw an imaginary "1" with your finger if you desire.  

 Have the best and biggest room. Go with Massie and have everything be white, no exceptions! Make sure you have a queen-size bed, (you are one, right?) an Apple computer, a giant walk-in closet to store all your ah-mazing clothes, and a leather chaise by your bay window to have long phone conversations and brush your pet before going to bed. Vanilla scented candles are a nice touch, too. Have everyone refer to your room as the "iPad".  

 Sports are luh-ame unless they are something classy and don't involve getting dirty like Tennis, Horse-back Riding, or Volleyball. And shopping, of course!

    Purple is the official color of royalty. Therefore it's your favorite color. Wear it, love it, decorate everything from books and pens to your cell phone with it (purple rhinestones, of course!).  

 Speaking of cell phones, you need one! It's the perfect way to stay updated on gossip and keep in contact with your friends. Make sure you have a texting plan so that you your clique can silently dish about stuff in class, detention, wherever! Cover it in Swarovski crystals and bring it everywhere you go.  

 Get together a carpool with your clique. Taking the bus is so ew!  

 Wear a charm bracelet with charms such as a shoe, Eiffel Tower, dog or cat, (whichever you have) star, and most importantly, a crystal-encrusted crown! Make sure the charm bracelet is gold, and never have any of the charms be silver (tacky much?). Buy it from Tiffany if you have the money.

   Always have your fingernails and toenails perfectly manicured! I highly suggest a french tip for fingernails, because it coordinates so well with everything. Have them done at a fancy salon with your clique afterschool or on a weekend for a fun activity.  

 Throw a fabulous party to increase your popularity. Invite everyone.  

 You must always be prepared with a witty comeback for if, on some rare occasion, a wannabe insults you. One of my favorite Massie-style ones is, "Did I invite you to my barbecue?...Then why are you all up in my GRILL?" Consult the Clique books for some other great ones, or make some up yourself. Never let anyone get the best of you or think that they have won. Remember that YOU are in charge. YOU make the rules.  

 It helps to have an AIM account, or MSN, you'll need it to keep in touch with you friends one-on-one!  

 The magazines Teen Vogue, ElleGirl, and Lucky are your bible. Read them religiously(but not in a creepy way...)

 Warnings

   Be prepared to receive some backlash from the people that wish they were you. In other words, the jealous people. They may spread some pretty nasty stuff about you, but respond with something positively catty (your beta will help) to show them who's really the boss.

   There may be occasions where controversy arises in your clique. Like a power-trip, where a girl in your clique suddenly wants the throne. Start by putting her in her place by telling her off in the hallway (preferably with many people around). If she still doesn't get the hint, kick her out the group and recruit someone new. Chances are, she'll come crawling back, begging for forgiveness. Let her back in after a little while, and ditch the temporary.

   Many people will probably think you're a mean person. But they'll still love you, and wish they were just like you (they'll love to hate you). This is inevitable if you want to be on top like Massie. You'll get used to it.

[despairforme]

She was sitting there on a wooden bench in a park, next to him, feeling a bit uncomfortable. It wasn’t about him at all; rather about what she wanted to ask him. She was trying to ask him that question since they had met today, but there was something that stopped every time she attempted. And it wasn’t even that the question was really embarrassing: --

“Nnoi…” – she finally started – “We’re friends, aren’t we?” – she wanted to ask him a favour, and friends would sometimes help each other, right? Not that they were really friends. Not yet anyway; she assumed.

“There is this party I need to attend next Friday evening.” – she finally moved her head to look at him – “I would be gossiped about, if I come alone… Are you… Will you consider going there with me?” – there! She finally said it. It was not that difficult after all. Hopefully, he’d not consider that an invitation for a date.

They hadn't spent that much time together. She was one of his newer friends, or whatever. How come he made so many female friends? It was weird as hell. Then again, maybe women just couldn't help but be attracted to bad guys. Wasn't that how the cliche went?

Anyways.

He and Nunnally were sitting on a park bench. It was another sunny day, and Nnoitra was sipping away at his third slushy of the day. He was shit at reading social situations, but he thought she'd been acting kinda... Weird today. Like she was insecure or worried or like she was feeling awkward. It didn't bother him, since he hardly ever felt awkward.

Finally, it seemed like the mystery of her mood would be revealed to him. She addressed him in an uncertain, yet serious tone. He wondered what she'd ask of him. We're friends, right? That was the sort of thing someone said before asking a favour. Anyone who knew Nnoitra knew that he was not the most helpful guy. You'd have to give him something in return in order for him to "be there" as a friend.

In the end, what she asked of him was to go with her to a party. Nnoitra arched his brow, and tipped his head. He still had the straw in his mouth and he slowly sipped in some more slushy, the blue semi-liquid colouring the straw. Hm. A party, huh? He actually didn't mind parties. Even though he was not a social guy, he enjoyed both dancing and music and - of course - FREE DRINKS! Or free food, depending on what kinda party it was. He'd never in his fucking life been to a formal party. Was THAT the sort of party she wanted him to go to? People would "gossip" if she went alone? That could only mean... She wanted them to go as a date right? Or just as friends? Either way, Nnoitra was game as long as he got free stuff.

❝ Ya mean as a date or just friends? I can be yer date 'fer a night. 'S there gonna be free food? Drinks? ❞ She'd clearly been nervous to ask him, and in return his tone was completely casual, like it was no big deal to him. Which it wasn't.

[beelziebabie]

Title: Alphabet Headcanons with Beelzebub

Time Started: 4:25 AM

Time Finished: 5:30 AM

SFW or NSFW?: SFW

Reader insert?: Yes

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SFW:

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Beelzebub has a strange way of showing you affection. He’ll shower you in snacks and different foods until you cant eat anymore, then wait until you can eat to feed you to the brim again. He’s trying his best ok

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

You knew each other from your arrival in Devildom, but your friendship really blossomed when you had to move in with him temporarily. He opened up to you and you respected him a lot for that, especially since you are just a human, no one special. Soon, even after you got your room back, you started hanging out in his room again just to talk with him.

So many movie nights. Only because you want to watch a lot of movies and he just wants popcorn. Secret tips to the kitchen at night, going to Hell’a Kitchen during lunch, all that jazz. He’s obviously a pretty good cook, so if you’re lacking in that department he will surely give you some pointers.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Is pretty open to cuddles but fairly shy about it. Even if he wants a short hug, he’ll give you hand a light squeeze to get your attention, then stare at you with puppy dog eyes and its hard to say no to that. His favorite way to cuddle you is to envelop you in his arms, most of the time picking you up. When spooning, he likes being the big spoon because it makes him feel like he’s protecting you the way he couldn’t for “others.”

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Like I said before. Definitely good at cooking. Give him any recipe and he’ll be able to make it better than what you’d expect. He’s decent at cleaning, but most of the time when he cleans up after himself he’ll just get hungry again from thinking about how the mess was made. He’ll go back to eating right when he’s halfway done cleaning. The cycle continues.

And yes, he does want to get settled down, but not yet. He isn’t ready. He’s already pretty mature but he has a lot of anxiety of not being able to protect the little one good enough. He doesn’t want a repeat of what happened.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Gently but also very straightforward at the same time. Right at the end of the day, because he would want to ruin their mood for the entire day. He’s give them a huge hug first (depending on the reason why he’s breaking up with them) then tell it to them straight up. He’d explain why straight after, apologize, then leave to give them some time to think.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Very loyal. Super super loyal and would do anything for his partner’s sake. Again, he doesn’t want to get married right at the moment, but when he’s older and stronger he’d definitely consider it.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

GENTLE GIANT. Snacks and cuddles always available if you ever need it, just say the word. The average demon is taller than the average human by a long shot, and on top of that Beelzebub is taller than your average demon. He’d carry you wherever you’d want to go, always at your beckon call.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Loves hugs so much. Ive said this a lot before but he really, REALLY likes the feeling of being able to shield you from anything that could potentially harm you. He doesn’t initiate the hugs often. His hugs are very warm and cozy, like sitting in front of a fireplace. But sometimes hug sessions get interrupted from his grumbling belly lol

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Not very fast. He’s scared to get attached too quickly and end up losing you. So he’d wait until it was unbearable to wait any longer. Then he’d probably say it on accident and will be so flustered about it.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Not the jealous type! But when he does get jealous its obvious. He’ll eat a little bit less than usual, he’ll look a bit angrier, and it’ll be easier to tick him off.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Collarbone and neck kisses when he’s feeling Intimate, Forehead and cheek kisses for something cuter. Especially likes forehead kisses because it reminds him of his height different between you two. When you share your first kiss, he’ll of course taste like food. But past that, he tastes like peppermint and cherry, quite an addicting flavor if you ask me. He probably keeps multiple packs of gum on him just to make sure his breath is fresh.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

So so protective. Since theyre young, naive, and weak, he’d use that as even more of a reason to protect them from literally anything. Plastic fork? Dangerous. Doll? Dangerous. String? DEFINITELY dangerous.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

When he wakes up he wastes no time in getting ready. If anything he rushes, a lot. Just to get downstairs and eat. But when he isnt rushing, he’d actually lay in his bed for a good 10 minutes before actually getting up. His mornings are kind of slow, when he isnt hingry that is.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Cuddles all through the night. He’ll only let you go if its an absolute emergency. If not, don’t expect to be getting up until his next snack break.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

I said this earlier but he started opening up to you when you had to move in with him. He says everything slowly, because thinking back on those times hurts him a lot. You’ll definitely need to hold him through it, even if its just holding his hand.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Not very easily. He’s also very east to please, too. Just don’t eat his food and everything is good.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

All depends on his relationship with you. When youre starting off as friends, he wont pay any mind to the little things you do. But as your relationship progresses he starts to notice them and honestly he gets a bit flustered by it.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The first time you cook something for him. It wouldn’t taste the same as anything else he has ever eaten before. He would love it so much that he would beg you to make him food more often.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Ive already covered this and its kinda nnoying now lmao

And no, he wouldn’t want to be protected. He believes that he is strong enough to protect himself and he doesn’t want to burden anyone.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Tbh not much for dates and gifts and stuff like that. For anniversaries however, he’ll take you out on a date to one of his favorite restaurants, or cook a huge meal for both you and him. He’d eat most of it though.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He eats a lot. And he eats anything that fits his appetite, even if its not actual food. And sometimes when you’re together his hunger will pop up again and he’ll need to eat something before continuing. You don’t blame him, but he feels a bit bad about it.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not very concerned at all. He’ll occasionally dress up but only if he’s being told to. Other than that, no, he doesn’t really care much about his looks. He just wants to look presentable enough to go out.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Also depends on your relationship with him. If you’re just a friend who he occasionally talks to, then no, he wouldn’t care much about you. But anything past that he would feel like you are becoming more and more part of him.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

idk lmfao

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

In general, he wouldn’t like it if you were sneaky when it comes to food. Please don’t ever steal his food. I’m begging you.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Cant sleep without holding something. Whether it be a pillow or a person, he needs to hold something while going to sleep. When you came into his life he slowly eased that onto you, starting with just sitting on the bed with you as you slept, then he would lay down with you and drape his arm across you, then after that he’d hold you just like a child would to a teddy bear.

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NSFW version coming right after this!

(sorry if theres spelling mistakes lmfao im so tired sorry)

[regalramtrecera]

💕 i am CURIOUS

Have we discussed shipping before?: yes || no (it was more so asking wether you did ships with Nelliel muses, because I didn’t wish to break rules if you had any rejections to the pairing.)

My interest level overall: I’ve wanted this for so long || can’t wait || I think it’ll be fun || kinda feeling it || maybe with a lot of plotting || I need to think about it || not interested, sorry

Dynamics I want to try out with our ship: friends to lovers || rivals to lovers || enemies to lovers || mutual pining || battle couple || childhood friends || high school sweethearts || star crossed lovers || long time lovers || old married couple || newlyweds || sickeningly sweet couple || secret lovers || fake dating/marriage || best friends enemies hiding their feelings || arranged marriage || soulmates || other

Okay lemme just say I do ship NnoiNel for my own reasons I know some like the pairing and others do not that is fine your entitled to your own views and opinions. However, Kubo has said they were two sides of the same coin one was day and one was night. Nnoi has his faults however so does Nelliel and I think this is over looked. I have been wanting to ship with a Nnoitra muse and I am aware it won’t be sparkles and sweets and rainbows because their love is a complicated Pandora’s box. It is not simple and therefore this ship is not for the faint of heart. I am also aware of the Nnoi’s whom simply will NOT do it and that is okay just please don’t bash me.

(Watch the music video for the song and you’ll know why I picked it. It’s a favorite bop of mine~ )

[flcwerborne-a]

"Melody--" He shows up at her door, and there is blood /all/ over his face. It's fake blood, but how will she know? "I didn't know where 'ta go--" He pretends he's really hurt. Barely able to stand. He lets her rush to his rescue and maybe for her to help him stand. He lets it drag on for a little (and he thinks it's hilarious) and then - "April Fools!" He starts laughing like an idiot. "Got'cha! Totally fuckin' got'cha!"

prompted.    /    accepting!

the knock comes just after she returns home from work and hung her bag up on one of the hooks by the front door. how frantic that knock is fills her heart with worry. unlocking the door, she pulls it open and the sight (bloody — it reminds her of maren) before her causes her to gasp harshly, her heart sinking down suddenly into the pit of her stomach.

“ n-n-nnoi— nnoitra?! “    if only maren was here. she could help better than melody could, but that doesn’t at all mean she won’t try. she has to. it’s nnoitra. it’s her best friend! oh, god, if she lost him...

the little fairy moves hurriedly to his side and wraps an arm around his waist, draping his arm over her shoulders, grasping his hand tightly in her much smaller one. it’s awkward, given their height difference, but it’s all she can do. it’s all she’s strong enough to do.    “ d-don’t worry, nnoitra, you— y-you’re g-going to be okay. “    melody tries to assure, but her voice trembles and she doesn’t sound very confident in her own words. she sounds scared. she is scared.    “ i-i have a first aid kit in the kitchen! i’ll help you to the dining room a-and— and i’ll t-take care of you there. “    what if he wouldn’t be okay? should she call for an ambulance? oh, damn, her phone is still in her bag! she’ll have to——

april fools!

—what? a-april fools? is that really today? but— no, nnoitra wouldn’t be that cruel, right? right? it would seem melody thought wrong... she pulls away, staring at him incredulously. no longer does she feel afraid (oh, she certainly had felt afraid for a moment there), rather angry. not just annoyed, but truly angry! how could he do something like that and think it was funny!    “ a-april fools? april fools? you— oh, nnoitra, you ass! that— th-that was so mean! “    something in her tries to reason that he couldn’t have known such a thing would remind her of maren (bloody, needing help), but another part of her argues that, even if it didn’t remind melody of her wife, it was still an awful thing to do! it was even worse since he probably knew she would immediately try to help him. how awful, preying on her innate desire to help people when they’re in need of it!

melody has turned away from him, arms crossed tightly across her chest, her brow furrowed deeply as the corners of her mouth are pulled down in a frown. she attempts again to reason that nnoitra couldn’t have known. she never liked pranks that much to begin with. they were supposed to be fun for both the pranker and prankee, and yet she usually ended up as the butt of the joke. melody exhales slowly. he couldn’t have known. he wouldn’t have known. who talks about stuff like that? melody’s shoulders sink and her gaze lowers to the floor. she moves one foot forward and the tip of her shoe pulls at a thread that’s come loose from the rug here in the walkway.    “ that was mean. “    melody grumbles, looking back at nnoitra to glare daggers at him.    “ but... i suppose... that’s what i get for pranking you by playing dead in the snow when it was still winter. still. that was mean, nnoitra. “

[lelawrites]

s e c r e t f a i r y

chapter 2

You were heavily breathing, your body already exhausted. Your hair was flowing out of your face due to the strong wind. The red-haired male laying on the floor underneath you was breathing even harder than you.

"You won again", he mumured with a pout on his face. He was clearly staring at you, not knowing if his rapid heartbeat came from the fight or your beautiful form straddling him. Maybe both?

"I always win against you", you smirked at him while standing up and holding your hand out for him to take. It was nice fighting with him, he gave his best while fighting and didn't refuse to fight you, like the other knights.

He stood up with your help, looking down at you now, since he was a bit taller. He swallowed hard, his mind and heart racing. He knew about your dreams, about your desire to leave, about the potential love for another man, but he just couldn't stop himself from falling...Hell, he fell in love with you the moment you stood up from your throne three years ago to take him in!

"The fight with my father is in a few days. I need to win against him, or else I'll never leave this place." Your voice was tired, stressed. The both of you made your ways inside, grabbing a glass of water on the way, "And I would never meet the man in my dreams. That would be...absolute bullshit. He's bothering me every night to come to him."

"He is?", he asked, as if he didn't know already. You always told him about the 'secret fairy' in your dreams and how he gives you advice for your powers and how he confesses his love for you and how annoying and awful he is! Can't he let you sleep!? "Yeah, you've got to win. Else you won't meet the man of your deams", he said in a joking manner, but damn, did his heart hurt while saying things like this.

Kirishima couldn't help the jealousy and anger rising in him, he loved you for three years and here you were just dreaming of a man you haven't ever met and can't even see? His whole body was tense just thinking about it. You were even on a good way to love him too! He saw how flustered you got around him just a few months ago, how you stared at him while eating and training, how you bit your lips, trying to control yourself! You almost loved him, but then, two months ago, the dreams started and every signal of you liking him was completely gone!

He was mad, jealous and just frustrated, but not with you. With himself, for not making a move on you while he still had a chance! He was sure to be rejected if he confessed now, or ever again!

He missed your stares, red cheeks and stuttering self so much, but he was too late. He lost every chance on having you as more than a friend and he will forever regret it.

Now your longing gaze was no longer on him, it was on the horizon. A gaze that was curious, excited. You longed to meet the man of your dreams just as much as he did you, maybe even more. The sigh that left you was gentle, calming Kirishima's negative feelings, even though it shouldn't have.

It was not for him.

There was truely nothing he could do to win you over again.

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chapter twooo!!! wowowow its finally out!! i am not quite satisfied with how the plot is moving, because even to me, it is a little boring still?? but!!!!! it will get very exciting soon, i promise!

i hope you enjoyed it and if you did, don't worry, more chapters will come soon!!!!

[winterune]

A Long and Late Review on Tenki no Ko

Seeing clips of Tenki no Ko or listening to Radwimps' OSTs for both Tenki no Ko and Kimi no Na wa, I'm always struck with this lacking feeling...this sense that something is incomplete. It's not that I don't like the movie. I do. The visuals were great. The songs and music were awesome. Just that...there's something that's not there and I'm not quite sure what (there's a tl;dr at the very bottom btw)

I remember that the first thing that came to mind after I got out of the cinema after watching it was: "it's not rounded" (if that's even the correct term haha). Remembering Tenki no Ko now doesn't give me that feeling of contentment like other Shinkai movies. My friends liked it. One of them even cried. They said that it was better than Kimi no Na wa, that they liked it better. One of them, who doesn't like Kimi no Na wa, said that Kimi no Na wa was too mushy, too melodramatic, too unrealistic, whereas she thought that Tenki no Ko felt like a lot better. And I don't really know why I can't feel, or even understand, the way she feels, because I don't think the movie has any obvious flaws. It's a good movie. I just...feel slightly disconnected with it.

OK, maybe I came into the movie still with Kimi no Na wa expectations in mind, but I don't think it was that bad. I mean, I've liked Shinkai for a long while now. I love 5 cm per second and Garden of Words before that. I'm not going to compare all of his works to Kimi no Na wa. Maybe with Radwimps doing the music and having the same character designer made it easier to fall into that trap, but I tried not to.

What felt disconnected to me were the characters. Taki and Mitsuha felt much more rounded and grounded. Even the side characters were given distinctive personalities that the world feels alive. Yes, the story can be seen as too mushy and wishy-washy and melodramatic, but well that's Shinkai. His movies are almost always tear-jerkers that plays with our emotions. But, that's ok, because I feel with the characters. I understand where they're coming from. I know their stakes. So when we reach the climax, the tears just started coming out of their own accord.

In Tenki no Ko, for one, we never know about Hodaka's background, and I think that the way you receive the movie will depend on your interpretation of Hodaka's character. At the start of the story, we're immediately dumped on a ship in the middle of the sea with a huge storm going on. Hodaka's a runaway, whose reasons he didn't want to disclose throughout the entire movie. We gathered that he ran away from home, his parents were looking for him, and the only thing he would tell us is that hr was chasing after the light.

Now, what is this light? Is it a metaphor? Is it a real light? From the way he looked as he was riding his bike chading after the light until he stopped at the cliff, it can be assumed that he may not havr a great time at school, at home, or both. He might have been bullied. His family didn't understand him. So he wanted to run toward the light. OR, the dirt and exhaustion on his face could just be due to him riding his bike through the hill and maybe fall down the dirt once or twice. In that case, "the light" he's chasing could just stem from an adventurous side of him, and that's also why he ran away with not much of a preparation. But we don't really know, do we? It's all up to our imagination and interpretation. They tease us with a possible back story, only to back track and say "it's hard to say."

However, because we were never shown his back story, we don't know what his goal is. What does he want? What does he hope to happen or find by going to Tokyo? It's all cryptic, but I don't really have any problems with cryptic, implicit messages--if they'd given us at least some signs on whay they want to tell. Because of this, I still don't understand the significancies of some plot points except them only being plot devices with no other purpose whatsoever (I'm looking at you, gun and detectives).

Hodaka had the most lack of back story and that hinders me from being sympathetic toward his cause. All I know from him is that he's just some kid who runs away from home with no intentions of going back, trying to make a decent living under some journalist kind enough to take him under his wing, and by some random chance, he falls for a girl meant to be a "sacrifice to save the world." *palmface* Yeah, it's good and all, but it's only plot plot plot and more plot. Even that ending felt somehow cheap and ended in a cliffhanger. It's just--uuunghhhh!!!! I can't symphatize with Hodaka at all.

Hina, however, was better. She was given a short but suffice back story enough to get me invested in her. In a bid to have a walk under one sunny day with her sick mother, she became what was later turned to be a "human sacrifice to save the world." Now, this is where it gets interesting. On my first watch, I had no idea what thr movie was trying to tell. On my second watch, however, I at least understand that this is more or less Hina's story than Hodaka's. With Hina getting caught up in the events of the universe. Something that has happened from time to time. And there was always a sacrifice to be given "to set the world right again" and it just so happens to be Hina in this present time. Only, Hodaka doesn't want to let Hina go and he goes to great length to get her back.

This, in return, reflects another prominent plot point regarding the journalist helping Hodaka out (I forgot his name), especially on his grief and mourning toward his late wife. A wish to meet someone--a loved one--again, one more time. I think this is the central theme, what's with this being the main conflict and the climax and all. Heck, I think Radwimps' main theme (Ai ni dekiru koto wa mada aru kai) is about that.

Several other side characters also receives good writing, especially the journalist's niece. Even Nagi didn't have that much personality in my opinion (I still hate the detectives and I have no idea why they are there. Heck, why is the whole gun subplot there in the first place, except for being a plot device to have Hodaka run for his life? Oh! And having a gun that one time he thought he was protecting Hina 😂)

Having said that, I'm not saying that the story was bad. No. Far from it. The story was actually really cool. I love the whole Japanese lore thing with the rain god and all. And how the current events are only something happening in a chain of events that have happened for centuries. Hina isn't the first sacrifice the people had to offer to stop the rain. That is something I love. However, I think the world building could have been explained more. I wanted more info on the fish things and the huge spheres of water that were just floating in midair before bursting and drenching everything beneath it.

Even though I said the movie was only plot plot plot, it's not that I didn't enjoy it. The first half was all fun and good while the second half got really intense and I found my eyes glued to the screen. Hina's disappearance and the climax were two of my favorite scenes. The Grand Escape scene was also really well-done. Also, the songs felt really in tune with all the scenes :)

There's one more thing I need to mention: the movie had 2 upbeat songs, and in each song, Shinkai used too much of a sudden upward camera angles showing the clouds (OK sorry I don't know how to describe that 😅). Like, "the song's playing! Here're some clouds :D" 😂 It got really annoying.

*sigh* I think that's about it. A late review on Tenki no Ko. TL;DR the movie's good. The visuals were great. The songs were so in tune with the movie that it was really nice :D The story was cool, though it could have been tweaked a little bit more to make it more cohesive. My main complaint is with the characters, mostly Hodaka. His lack of back story hinders me from understanding his goals, from understanding him, hence I simply can't symphatize with him. At all. Also, that ending. Sure I get that they're trying to say "things are bad, but there's no point in mulling over it. There's no room for regret. What's done is done. All we have to do now is move forward. So, as long as we have each other, we/everything will be fine." And then Radwimps' Daijoubu starts. Yeah, I understand what they're trying to say, but it just feels weird and off and out of place and feels like a cliffhanger. Still, overall, I enjoyed the movie, albeit slightly confused at the overall theme they're trying to convey, and frustrated at the incompleteness of it (lol sorry don't know if that's a proper term).

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self harm trigger warning please donr read

coming here because i know im getting Nnoying on my twitter but i miss my grandma and i miss my old friends and im tored of not feeling real ans i cut so deep it started squirting out blood? i dont know if i hot something or not but. good for me i guess. the bleeding stopped though so im not worried. it needs stitches bc it is a gaping vagina of a cut but im too scared ro go to the hospital. again. hospitals suck

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Window Shopping

INVOLVED: Summer Sanders, Ellie Rose, and Jasmine Lewis TIME FRAME: Saturday Afternoon, February 8, 2020 LOCATION: Bea Boutique; Los Angeles, California SUMMARY: After being drug out to go window shopping with Jasmine, Summer stumbles across Ellie, her newfound crush. 

Summer walked into the boutique with Jasmine, saying, “you know we’ve really got to get two more teachers before this summer rolls around or else we’re going to be turning kids away and I would hate that.” Looking around, Summer moved for one of the racks with a hum, sliding through the clothes easily. She wasn’t really one for shopping, but Jasmine insisted they walk the strip, so while she was here, she might as well actually look for a few things.

Jasmine moved into the store with Summer as she nodded. “I’ve already set up interviews with four candidates,” she informed Summer. “You must not have checked the calendar, as usual,” she said with a shake of her head as she looked through a rack of clothes herself.

Summer looked over at Jasmine, tucking some of her dirty blonde waves behind her ear. “You know damn well, I don’t look at that calendar,” she said with a laugh. “I don’t even know why you bought it,” she mumbled with a shake of her head as she pulled a shirt off the rack, eyeing it.

Ellie popped some gum, sucking it into her mouth, she hated being at the boutique. She preferred being behind the scenes of the business, but Sabrina couldn’t make it in today; her daughter had come down with something and she needed to tend to her. Which Ellie understood, the little girl would always come first in her head. Licking her lips, she popped the piece of chewing gum again, leaning against the counter and flipping through a magazine. When she noticed two more bodies walking in, she decided perhaps she should be a little more professional. So, she tucked the book away and slid her hands into the pockets of her jumpsuit as she looked around, waiting to be needed.

“I bought it,” Jasmine began as she looked at a pair of pants, “to keep track of important events, such as interviews,” she said with a stern look as she turned to gaze at her best friend, “because as you said, we need at the least two more teachers for the summer, which will be here before we know it,” she said knowingly.

Summer rolled her eyes at her friend. “Yeah, yeah,” she said waving her off as she put the shirt back. “Why do I need the calendar when I have you,” she said as she walked over to her friend, wrapping her up from behind playfully and planting a kiss on her cheek. “My personal information keeper,” she said as she pulled away from her friend, “if it wasn’t for you, I’d never remember anything,” she said as the woman working in the store caught her eye, “and that’s sad because it’s my damn studio,” she said chuckling as her eyes rolled over the thick woman.

Ellie hummed to herself lightly as she turned her back to the individuals. She really needed to hire another body to be in the shop when she nor Sabrina were in the shop. She pulled her hands out of her pockets and she moved towards her left as she fixed a shoe that was out of place on the shelf. Chewing lightly on the gum she squatted down in her heels and fixed the display a little more before she looked at her watch, she had six more hours till freedom.

Jasmine looked at Summer as she hugged her up and she let out an exasperated sigh. “A-nnoying!” she said with a laugh and a roll of her eyes as Summer kissed her cheek and she fanned her friend away. “Yes, you should be shamed of yourself.” Checking the price tag on the pants, she quickly put it back.

Summer’s eyes watched the woman as she moved around the store, tidying things up and she licked her lips as the woman squatted down. Immediately, Summer’s eyes moved to the woman’s round ass, just about busting out of the jumper she was wearing. “Damn,” she mumbled to herself before she turned back to her friend. “What did you just say?” she asked before her eyes moved right back to the young woman. Waving Jasmine off before she could even say anything, Summer moved for the woman, picking up a pair of random shoes and asking, “Did you have these in a 9,” just to see the woman up close.

Ellie licked her lips again as she let her hand glide across her shaved sides, her faux dreads were styled in a partial ponytail. Standing up once more, she stuck her hands back into her pockets before she heard a voice and she looked to the woman next to her, taking her in. “Oh, sure,” she nodded to her. “It’ll be once second,” she said as she moved to walk off, moving towards the back of the store. She located the size, the girl needed before she moved back towards the floor. Ellie found the woman once more and she said, “here’s a size 9, they fit true to size so you should be fine,” kindly, a smirk gracing her painted lips.

Jasmine stood there watching her friend as she watched the young woman and she shook her head. “Of course,” she mumbled to herself as she continued to look around at all the pricey items. The way her pockets were set up at the moment, she didn’t have it. She had just paid for her son’s daycare three months in advance. She had it, but not like this store needed her to.

Summer took in the woman’s deep brown doe eyes, button nose, and smooth brown skin. She was a damn sight to see. “Thank you,” she said as the woman turned to get the shoes and her eyes watched the sway of her full hips. That was a whole lotta woman. Turning to Jasmine, she watched her friend as she looked around the store before the young woman returned. “Thanks,” Summer said, taking the box from the woman, accidentally on purpose brushing their hands together. “I didn’t catch your name,” Summer said she said as she held the box to her hip, she honestly didn’t even know what the shoes looked like and she really didn’t care.

Ellie looked to the woman’s hand before she looked back up her blinking slowly. “Oh, I’m Ellie,” she said to her. “I own the place,” she told her. “There is a seat right there” she informed her as she blinked again walking off from her. “Let me know if you need some more help,” she said chewing her gum as she moved to the other side of the store.

“Ellie,” Summer said back to her with a smile, her dimples creasing slightly. “Oh really?” she asked, a bit shocked. She always thought some older woman owned this store but maybe she was confusing it with a different place. As Ellie mentioned a seat, Summer looked at it, “huh?” she questioned before she remembered the box in her hand. “Right, of course,” she said as the woman walked off and Summer’s demeanor dropped a bit. Clearly, she was losing her touch. Well you gotta try on the shoes now dumb, dumb, she thought to herself as she moved to sit down, pulling off her tennis shoes and opening the box to the shoes. She eyes them with a bit of a sigh. She had to pick up these ugly things.

Ellie walked behind the woman slowly, her heels clicking against the floors as she did. “I don’t really think those are your style,” she told the blonde easily, as she moved through an open area and moved near the other woman she came with. “Finding everything okay?” she asked her quietly. “You’d be cute in this.” she told her picking out a skintight black dress with circles cut out, all over it. As someone else asked for Ellie’s help, she moved in their direction and assisted them as well.

Sliding one shoe on and then the other, Summer cringed slightly as she stood and looked at them in the mirror. “You know what, I agree,” she said honestly back to Ellie as she sat back down and took the shoes off, placing them back into the box. As she put her own shoes back on, she watched Ellie move towards Jasmine, pulling a dress off the rack and holding it out to her. Ha, she thought to herself. Jasmine would never wear that. As the woman moved to assist someone else, Summer continued to let her eyes follow her.

Jasmine looked at the young woman as she asked her question. “Oh yeah, just browsing,” she said before the young pulled a dress off the rack and she took it, looking it over with a chuckle. “If I wasn’t a mother,” she said thoughtfully as she turned to Summer with the dress, making a face as the woman walked off to help someone else. Jasmine looked at the price tag and snorted. “400, for a dress with holes? My lord,” she mumbled to herself as she placed the dress back into the rack and she moved for Summer. “You done? She’s not biting.”

Ellie helped the woman, chuckling as she walked off from her and she picked up a shoe that she thought worked for the dirty blonde. “Here, it’s a size 9. The last one I have,” she told her honestly. “It sold a bunch,” she shrugged, having the same shoes on her own feet. “Afterall, you can’t leave here empty handed,” she smirked, chewing the gum on the side of her mouth as she smiled at Summer before picking the box of the first set of shoes up and walking it towards the back again.

Summer finished lacing up her sneakers before she flipped her blonde hair back with her hand, looking to Jasmine before Ellie returned with another box. Without responding to Jasmine, she gazed up at Ellie, her hazel eyes sparkling as she took the box and flipped it open. She eyed the shoes with a smirk before she looked at Ellie again, batting her eyelashes slowly. “I like them,” she said honestly before her eyes flickered towards Jasmine with a knowing look as Ellie walked away. “What was that shit you were talking?” Summer asked Jasmine.

Jasmine rolled her eyes at Summer and said, “well go get ‘em tiger,” with a chuckle. “I admit, I might have spoken too soon,” she said as she lifted her hands and backed away, giving Summer room to work as she moved to eye the mannequins in the window.

Ellie resurfaced once more and looked at the older woman and said, “so…” She asked her gently. “What do you think… uh?” she squinted with a smirk before she said, “I didn’t catch your name either,” placing her hands before her as she waited to see if the girl was going to buy the shoes or not.

As Ellie returned once more, Summer looked at her with a smirk. “I like them,” she said to Ellie as she closed the lid on the box. “Summer,” she said as she held out her hand to Ellie.

“Summer,” Ellie purred, letting the name roll off her tongue and she took the box from her. “You’d look good in them” she told her, balancing the box in her hand and she shook Summer’s with the other. “First time here?” she asked her as she placed the box on the counter rounding it and moving to log into the register ringing the box up quietly.

Ellie purred her name and Summer licked her lips slowly, rubbing her fingers through her long hair slowly as Ellie took the box from her. “You think so?” she asked as she shook the woman’s hand. “Yeah, actually,” she said honestly as she watched Ellie move for the counter and Summer chuckled softly. I guess I’m buying the shoes, she thought to herself. Standing up, she moved for the counter as Ellie rang up the shoes for her. Pulling her wallet from her joggers pocket, she gazed at Ellie just taking her in before she moved to pay for the shoes.

Ellie looked to the woman, she had potential and she knew it in the back of her mind. She never judged a book by its cover, there were plenty of wealthy people she’d dealt with that didn’t outwardly look to be. She licked her lips again, as she allowed the woman to pay for the shoes smoothly. Thinking to herself for a moment she looked to the receipt and grabbed it before she grabbed a pen. “You should come in more often,” she told her next. Ellie scribbled as she looked at the woman, “we are having a sale coming up, I am going to drop the date on your receipt,” she told her as she actually wrote her number down. “You should drop by and pick out a few more things to compliment that beautiful figure,” she told her as she bagged Summer’s things and handed the bag and receipt to her.

Summer looked the woman over with tender eyes as she took her card and rung her out. After Ellie swiped the card, Summer realized that she had no clue how much the shoes were, and she hoped that her card didn’t decline. As the receipt printed, she let out a soft breath and smiled at Ellie. “I’ll definitely be sure to do that,” she said easily as she took the bag and receipt, smirking at the sly compliment. “Well thank you,” she said a small hint of red rising in her cheeks as she winked at Ellie. “See you soon…” she said with a soft voice as she backed away from the counter, moving towards her friend, eyes still lingering on Ellie.

Ellie watched the woman back away and she smirked again, chewing her gum as she rounded the counter. “I’m counting on it,” she replied to her as she stuck her hands in her pockets once more and walked about the store watching the woman as she moved closer and closer to the door.

Summer smirked, still backing up until she reached Jasmine and she tore her eyes away from Ellie to look at her friend. “Now we can go,” she said flipping the receipt over to view Ellie’s phone number.