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Glymera Party (With @GlymeraPunk

Parry:

*Looking myself over in the full length mirror in my bedroom, I nod in approval. My hair in a sleek updo, subtle makeup, and dressed in a teal satin evening gown, I look every inch the highborn glymera daughter that I am. Although, it does feel a little weird now to wear something other than denim and leather, but I have to make sure that I’m properly attired. No motorcycle jackets and combat boots tonight! My father is hosting a ball and asked me to come, since I hadn’t been to a similar event for a while and he thought I should make a point of attending, at least for a little while. I love my sire, and I’m glad for the chance to spend some time with him. The rest of the glymera, however… I could probably happily never lay eyes on most of those pretentious jerks ever again, but I can suck it up once in a while. The best part of this whole thing tonight is that Peyton’s coming too, so I know that at least I’ll have one other person here besides my dad that I actually like. And Peyton and I had agreed to attend the party together as each other’s dates, since neither one of us are seeing anyone else right now. When I hear a knock on the door, I run a hand down my torso to smooth out the material of my dress and walk over to open the door. Seeing who’s on the other side, I grin up at my best friend.* Hey Pey! You look great. Are you ready for this?

Peyton:

[How in Dhund did I let myself get talked into this? Even as I scowled at my reflection, all trussed up in this monkey suit, I had to roll my eyes. I knew exactly how. Because Paradise had asked, and I was a sucker. Well, a sucker for her at least, although at least I'd hoped, through our time in training that I'd tamped down on some of my more pathetic attempts for attention when it came to her. I was still trying to convince myself that I could, for once, be the better male and settle for her friendship over not having her in my life at all. Still, the two of us attending a full on glymera shindig was its own brand of torture. A glimpse into the path we could have had if we'd just fell in line like mindless robots and done as our parents wanted. But that wasn't in the cards for us, and wasn't what either of us truly wanted. Still, we could play the part, appease our parents, turn a few heads, and start a few rumors. The night would be a total loss. At least that's what I was telling myself. Hair buzzed and quaffed, bowtie perfectly symmetrical, I looked damn good buttoned up in a tux. My father would hate that I could so easily fall in line, so that was all I more reason to attend. Chuckling to myself, my wallet, phone and keys went into my pockets before a pre-rolled joint got tucked behind my ear. I opted for the Alpha Romeo tonight, revving the engine obnoxiously as I pulled down the drive and peeled out on the street. I really couldn't help being a dick sometimes. My father's reactions just made it too easy. Sparking the joint, I puffed away as I made my way through the elite streets of Caldwell, and kept right on toking as I handed my keys off to the doggen playing valet. Strolling my way up the long walk to the Abalone estate, I resisted the urge to stab the joint out on the pristine white door jamb, and opted for the bottom of my polished Cole Haans. My aloof expression in place as I knocked at the door bloomed into a genuine smile when it was Paradise and not another doggen who opened it. Letting out a long, low whistle of appreciation, I dragged my eyes up her gorgeous body slowly, not because I was a creep, but because in a dress like that, she was begging to be looked at.] You look amazing, Paradise. Your father shouldn't let you out of the house. [Smirking as I stepped over the threshold, I offered my best friend my arm.] I'm as ready as I'll ever be. Let's do this.

Parry:

*I feel a slight blush rise to my cheeks at Peyton’s compliment- not to mention the way he was looking me over. It can be disconcerting to be the focus of such blatant male appreciation, but it can still be nice to know that someone finds you attractive- even though there’s nothing romantic going on between us, as much as Peyton might still be wishing otherwise.* Thank you. And thank you for coming tonight. I don’t think I could handle this crap without someone I actually want to be around being here too. *I smile and kiss his cheek before I twine my arm through his, ignoring the faint whiff of weed I can smell clinging to his clothes. As we enter the ballroom and the doggen announces us, I glance around and note that only about half of the invited guests have arrived sofar. I smile and wave at my father before turning back to Peyton.* How about we get something to drink before we start making the rounds?

Peyton: You are absolutely the only one that could get me back to one of these things, Paradise. [Chuckling when her arm is wound with mine, I patted her hand as the doggen made a big fuss about us walking into a room. I swear, the glymera were something else. Once upon a time, I'd been fully immersed in this life, but I knew better now and so did Parry. There were real issues in the vampire world outside of who attended what parties and who's mate was having an affair with who, and we were a part of the solutions. As graduates of the Brotherhood training program we patrolled the city to ensure civilian safety and exterminate the enemy. Everything else paled in comparison. Nodding as my gaze scanned the room, noting familiar faces and ex friends, I bought my gaze to hers.] Scribe, yes. Several. And I apologize in advance for any scene I may or may not make with my father.

Parry:

*Chuckles.* No need for an apology, Pey. I know what your sire can be like. *We get our drinks and start going around chatting with guests as the ballroom continues to fill up, and I am quickly bored out of my mind. Why can’t these people ever talk about something that actually matters?! Who the hell cares who is wearing what, or who’s dating who? Sweet Scribe, I’m so glad that I’ve left this whole lifestyle behind, for the most part. There are so many more important things to worry about, beyond what color a female’s dress is, or how much a male paid for his shoes!! For starters, the survival of our entire freaking species!

Peyton and I end up out in the gardens, hiding out for a few minutes for a breather. We sat in a little nook, out of sight of any passersby to avoid getting sucked into another inane conversation. Then I hear footsteps, and voices approaching.

“..... is our host’s daughter…”

“But dressing as she does, training, actually going out to fight in the alleys and gutters of the city? I don’t know how she ever expects to find a hellren like that!”

“Exactly! What male would want such a shellan? Paradise is glymera, she should act as such. Not like some gutter rat!”

As the voices fade away again as the speakers continue on their way, I find myself standing up with my fists clenched, trembling as multiple emotions fight for dominance within me. Insult, anger, hurt, humiliation… Torn between wanting to scream, or cry, or chase after those vicious cows and give them a piece of my mind, I turn to look at Peyton* What the hell?!

Peyton: [The alcohol and pre-snoozefest joint helped me from keeping my eyes from rolling so far back in my head they got stuck that way as we made our way around the room. Only a handful of the guests even wanted to engage in more than small talk or a formal greeting with either of us. Word had spread about where we'd been spending our nights, and let's just say that while the upper class was glad to know that the race was being protected, they were none too happy to be losing sons and daughters to the cause. Pity for them, I couldn't care less. But, this was Paradise's home and I didn't think she deserved to be disrespected in it. After one too many sidelong glances of disdain, I escorted her out to the gardens. We both needed a breath of fresh air after so many blowhards filles the ball room. Besides, I was a sucker for the way she looked in the moonlight. Ever the gentlemale, I draped my tux jacket over her shoulders as we settled on a tucked away marble bench and was just about to pull some mundane topic from thin air, and a joint from my pocket, when we heard the other guests. The last of their words were drowned out by the growl rumbling my chest, the only thing that kept me from launching over the hedge was the fact that Paradise was already on her feet. One of us had to keep our heads, and as it was her house, she got first dibs on the beat down, or at least that's what my reaction would have been. Pushing to my feet, I gave my best regal bow, gesturing with one arm towards the unknown focus of our joined ire.] Shall we show these neophytes exactly what a female of your station and skill can do, my lady?

Parry:

*I could see that Peyton’s nearly as upset as I am- snarling, fangs bared, looking like he wants to rip the throats out of those who had spoken. But he pulls himself together as he stands up and gives me an exaggerated bow, the move almost, but not quite succeeding in getting me to smile. At his words, I nod* Yes, I believe we shall. *I take off his jacket and lay it neatly on the bench. Then I lead the way out of the alcove and follow the path in the direction my detractors had gone in. We turn a corner in the path, and there they are. Yeah, I recognize them, it’s just who I’d thought it was from their voices. I decide that enough is enough, I’m tired of all the derision, snubs, and bad attitudes. Fuck this, it’s time to let my anger have its say and put some of these morons in their place. I square my shoulders and clear my throat* Good evening, ladies! *I smirk as they turn, slight blushes rising to their cheeks, and surprise and guilt in their eyes, quickly covered up. That’s right, you ridiculous bitches, you got busted!* I have a question: How dare you? How fucking dare you come into my father’s home- into MY home- and speak that way about me? You, who have never done a single damned worthwhile thing in your shallow, vapid lives, dare to look down on me?! I’m doing something good with my life, something important and vital. While you’re all sitting in your daddies’ mansions worrying about your hair and clothes and other such superficial nonsense, I’m out there night after night literally risking my life to protect our race, to help try to prevent our extinction. I’m a warrior, and you’re nothing but useless, brainless dolls. I’m extremely proud of what I’m doing, what I’ve become, and I thank the Scribe Virgin that I’m nothing like you anymore! *As I pause my tirade to take a couple breaths, I feel Peyton lay a hand on my shoulder- not like a male comforting a female, more like a gesture of camaraderie and support, friend to friend and soldier to soldier. I lay my hand on his as I turn to him.* Let’s go, Pey. Our present company is beginning to turn my stomach.

Peyton: [Taking my position at her back as she walked with purpose through the garden, I tried really hard not to notice that glint of the moon reflecting off the satin rounding her ass as she walked...and failed miserably. If she could ever read my mind, she'd rip my throat out. Pulled from my musing by the f-bomb she dropped when verbally tearing into the ignorant females, I stood my ground, just behind her and to the left, my military stance engaged, features stern, all the while thankful for the loose drape of my tuxedo slacks as she tore them to shreds. If this wasn't the hottest thing I'd ever witnessed, don't know what was. Throat. Out. Internally chastising myself, I took one step closer when she stopped to breathe, laying my hand on her shoulder, as my gaze narrowed on the females standing gobsmacked before us. Letting a slow, sinister smile curl my lips, I let my fangs show, a move that would appall the glymera. How dare I let my animalistic nature free.] Sapphire. Jade. I think it's time you have a doggen show you out before I let slip to your mahmens and fathers that I bore witness to your insults to the beloved daughter of the king's first advisor, in her own home, no less. [Flicking the tip of my tongue to the point of my fang in a blatant threat, I slid my arm around Paradise's shoulder, nodded once, and steered her away from that garbage, addressing her, but loud enough that they'd hear.] You have never been anything like them, Paradise. They aren't worthy enough to clean your toilet. [The gasps at our backs as we moved away had a grin stretching as I tipped a wink in her direction.]

Parry:

*I grin back at Peyton as he delivers his parting shot and winks at me as he leads me away from the dumbfounded females I had faced down. I suggest that we go back inside and tell my father about the incident so that, as host, he’s prepared to handle any fallout. As we walk, I feel lighter and lighter- I don’t think I fully realized how much I was holding in, how much I was bothered by what the rest of the glymera was saying about me and the rest of my trainee classmates. But now that I’ve let loose some of those bottled up feelings, I feel better. I also realize that it really shouldn’t matter what the glymera thinks of me, so I won’t let it. Why should I? Forget them! By the time we get back to the alcove to get Pey’s jacket I feel downright giddy* Oh, that felt so good! Did you see the looks on their faces?! *I start laughing, and throw my arms around him. Then, following an impulse I don’t understand but also don’t think to question, I pull his head down to mine and kiss him. Lost in the moment, in the sensations of his tongue dueling with mine and his hands gripping my waist tight, I don’t really think about what I’m doing. But then it hits me- and so does the embarrassment. I pull back as heat floods my cheeks, and I find myself barely able to meet his eyes as I stammer* Pey, I- I’m so sorry! I don’t know what got into me just then…

Peyton: [My grin was huge as she practically skipped back to the alcove where my jacket waited. It didn't bother me one way or the other if we told her father, but I understood why she'd want to. Nodding along as she spoke, I chuckled as Paradise, in her own Paradise way, cursed the females without uttering a profanity.

And then her lips were on mine and my brain shorted out. This wasn't just a friendly peck. When I felt her tongue, Scribe yes, I went with it. A low growl rumbled my chest as my body came to life, my hands gripping her hips to keep her again me as I savored my first taste of Paradise. All too soon it was over. Like a bucket of ice dumped over my head, I knew the first would be the last, and damn if her cheeks didn't look good that color. Alright, Pey, whatever you do, do not beg for more. Wanker. With my own version of a pep talk in mind, I groaned internally before lifting my hand, brushing my knuckles over her cheek.] Hey, none of that. You know my lips are at your disposal for insulting glymera, or...those. [Tapping a fingertip to her lips my smirk was cocky, aloof all while I died a little inside. Clearing my throat, I dropped my hand and stepped back.] You know, maybe we shouldn't tell your father. [Holding up surrender hands at the shocked look of betrayal on her face, my statement had done the distracting I wanted it to.] Hear me out! We'd have some to hold over their heads. A card to play if we need a favor down the road? You never know… [Both brows rose as I tried for an innocent look, waiting for her to respond. Maybe she'd kiss me again?]

Parry:

*As Peyton steps back and looks at me with such an indifferent smirk on his face, I feel a stab of hurt. Did he not have romantic feelings for me anymore? Or had I completely misread things to begin with? Even if so, how could he act like the kiss hadn’t meant anything to him? After all the time we’ve been friends, everything we’ve been through together? For just a second during the kiss, I’d thought…. But maybe I was wrong. Before I can process this, he hits me with the double whammy of not wanting to tell my father about the incident after all. Before I can respond in the negative he explains why he thinks we shouldn’t, and I realize that he might have a point, so I nod and agree with him. After all, it might be better to keep those two guessing about what I might do about it, and when. Keep them off balance. I hate to be so calculating and manipulative, but sometimes that’s the only thing those of our class understand. I keep my distance from Pey as we walk back inside, careful not to touch him, for fear of feeling his indifference again. That might actually make me break down and cry- something I absolutely don’t want to do in front of him. As we walk through the doors, I glance at the stairs and think of my room- and, as much as it galls me to do so, I decide to take the coward’s way out and escape.* You know what, Pey? I’ve put in an appearance and made the rounds, and that’s really all I promised my dad I’d do. I think I’m gonna go ahead and just call it a night. See you at the training center tomorrow night… * I go up the stairs, keeping to a moderate pace (I might be running away, but damned if I’ll let him know that!). As soon as my bedroom door closes behind me, I start pulling the pins out of my hair and pull it back into a simple ponytail. Then I change into sweatpants and a t-shirt and curl up on the couch in my sitting area, trying to sort out my increasingly tangled feelings regarding my best friend.*

Peyton: [I could tell she was still out of sorts as we entered her home again, whether it was from the confrontation or the kiss, I could only guess. Was telling her that my lips were at her disposal any time she wanted them even too much? Not that open mouth, insert foot wasn't my usual go to when it came to Paradise, and something we were both used to, but damn that kiss had thrown me for a loop. I knew the fantasies running through my mind weren't even a notion in hers as we walked silently into the ballroom, but I wasn't surprised when she decided to take her leave for the night. It was a relief actually as I caught my father's judgmental stare from across the room, and just as my buzz was starting to wane. Yes, ducking out now was best all around. The only thing that would make it better was if Paradise were to ask me to join her in her rooms, but that was those fantasies fucking with my head again. Never gonna happen, Pey. Nodding as I walked her to the bottom of the grand staircase, I lifted her hand as I gave a half bow, but instead of brushing my lips over her knuckles, I turned her hand over, and pressed a kiss to the pulse point of her wrist. With a wink and a smile that was equally devilish and just plain stupid, I bid my date good night and turned for the door. Thanking the doggen as he held out my cashmere coat, I was sparking the joint I had tucked in the inner pocket before another doggen arrived with my car from valet. The J and replay of that kiss from Paradise would keep me warm for the rest of the night and following day.]

#GlymeraParty #SASBDB

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Secret Santa Gift Fic I

This is @ayamabuki’s secret santa gift. The prompts I’ve tried to incorporate are at the bottom. I hope you’ll enjoy your gift and wish you and everyone else a lovely Christmas Eve/lovely Sunday!

“I do not understand this tradition,” Loki comments absently.

Tony closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. It’s supposed to help you calm down, or so Pepper once told him. He’s still waiting for that supposedly calming influence to kick in, becase so far all it really does is remind Tony to never let DUM-E play with an air refresher again.

The smell of cinnamon and fir needles is so heavy in the air, it makes his eyes water and he can almost feel his lungs clogging up with every breath he takes. DUM-E, of course, is having the time of his life, so Tony hasn’t had the heart to take that damn spray can away yet. He will though. Eventually.

DUM-E lets out a whirling sound remarkably like an excited squeal and rolls towards the kitchen area.

Tony sighs inwardly, but makes no move to stop him. Maybe Pepper will have mercy on them all and do it for him.

In any case, it’s already 3pm. Rhodey is scheduled to arrive at four, and years of experience tell Tony Pepper and Happy will be here at least half an hour before that. Peter is spending the holidays with his aunt, but he’ll swing by around five, as he has assured Tony many times—he even made JARVIS mark it down in his official calendar.

And despite Tony’s advanced planning—aided by JARVIS’ usual efficiency, hindered by Loki’s usual bullheadedness—nothing is ready. Tony is two seconds away from bashing his head against the closest wall—or the head of a certain, purposefully unhelpful alien.

Tony doesn’t have the time to explain to Loki why there are mistletoes hanging everywhere and why Rhodey keeps sending him lewd texts about it. He especially doesn’t have the time to explain it to Loki for the fourth time.

Half of him—the half that remembers Loki showing up on his doorstep out of the blue one day, and managing to make his apology about trying to take over Midgard sound more like an ‘I forgive you for stopping me’ than an ‘I’m sorry’—is convinced Loki is fucking with his head. Again. He definitely likes doing that too much for Tony’s comfort. Or his sanity, for that matter.

Of course then the other half reminds Tony sternly that he’s also talking about the guy who has watched Tangled two dozen times and still thinks Mother Gothel had a point when she kept the power of the sunlight to herself, so who knows.

Tony still wonders at least twelve times a day what Loki is even doing here, living in his tower, mocking his—quite fantastic, thank you very much—cooking, watching movies, and general making a suspiciously non-violent nuisance of himself. He’d ask Thor about it, but Tony hasn’t seen him since the last attempted world-wide take-over. Which happened, admittedly, only three months ago. Loki may or may not have played a significant role in avoiding an alarming death toll—not that any forces on or beyond Earth will ever get Barton to admit that.

Whatever Loki’s reasons, for the time being Tony is willing to take him at his word and actions. When he isn’t taking apart one of Pepper’s custom ordered mistletoe arrangements in an attempt to find the secret, magical love ingredient hidden in it, that is.

“You are stressed,” Loki continues, voice still far too blasé for Tony’s liking. He’s eying Tony like he was eying that poor mistletoe a few moments ago, a focused gaze that makes Tony’s insides squirm. Tony can’t decide whether he likes that or not. He takes another deep breath, just in case it will help after all.

“Yes, Sherlock, I am, thanks for pointing it out,” he forces out between gritted teeth and takes the mistletoe out of Loki’s unresisting hands. Maybe he can save it. Fixing stuff is kind of Tony’s thing.

“I have been given to understand that the end of December is widely regarded as a time of peace and spiritual contemplation.” Loki tilts his head, a habit when confronted with something that catches his interest, not that Tony noticed it. Not at all.

“I’m sorry, was there a question in that pile of pretentious crap?” Tony snarks, fingers expertly weaving the small twigs and ribbons together into a nice bundle.

Contrary what one might expect, the sharp words don’t offend Loki in the slightest. If anything they make him to grin, green eyes sparkling with delighted mischievousness—not that Tony is observing his reaction out of the corner of his eyes. He’s got too much to do right now to worry about his otherworldly houseguest.

“Not at all,” Loki drawls, reaches out to flick a lock of hair out of Tony’s eyes that’s stubbornly refusing to stay out of his way. “You are not wearing your usual hair products,” Loki shrugs when Tony shoots him a questioning glance, like that’s the only explanation needed.

“So? I thought you didn’t like it?” Tony cards a hand through his hair nervously, feeling inexplicably self-conscious. He’s been growing his hair out a little, not quite the way Barnes prefers it, just long enough for his curls to drive him up the wall.

For some reason, the edges of Loki’s smile smooth over into something softer and twice as hard to read. It does make the squirming sensation in Tony’s stomach harder to ignore though. “I’m well-aware,” is all Loki deigns to say on the matter.

Then he turns sharply on his heels and strides in long, confident steps towards the kitchen. And seriously, Tony is convinced Loki doesn’t know how to do something as plebeian as walk, it’s borderline ridiculous. And a little endearing. When the showmanship isn’t used to kill him, at least.

By some decidedly Christmas-y miracle, by the time Pepper and Happy arrive predictably half an hour early, the air no longer induces constant cough attacks, DUM-E has stopped pouting and started chasing a laser point Tony is pretty sure he didn’t have a couple of minutes ago, the food is almost finished and Tony is as ready as he’s ever going to be.

Pepper kisses Tony on the cheek, Happy shakes his hand, then Rhodey arrives and pulls him into a short hug, and by the time Peter joins them, the ball of anxious energy located somewhere in Tony’s chest has eased into a pulsing warmth. Loki is watching the ongoings from his chosen spot on his favourite armchair, as far away from the festivities as he can comfortably be without leaving.

He’ll get dragged into a drinking competition by Rhodey later on, after Barton and Romanov join them, cheeks red from the cold and out of breath because the debriefing of their last mission takes longer than it should have. But for now he’s simply watching the proceedings. And if none of the others mention the occasional spark of bright, green energy dancing between his fingers—the one that just so happens to coincide with the random appearance of mistletoes above the head of unsuspecting guests—Tony won’t say anything either.

DUM-E is still delightedly chasing the green lights on the floor—and, frankly, Tony is starting to see his point.

Fluff, Loki, hints of FrostIron, family feels, Tony having supportive friends, I tried to include a little of all that @ayamabuki. I hope you like it ;)

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Girls Beyond the Wasteland, Another anime written by a visual novel writer

Oh yeah goody. Another Anime authored by a Visual Novel author. Or to are more accurate, it's adapted with a Visual Novel written by the Visual Novel writer (aware in the redundancy, thank you). And we know how much I want Visual Novel Anime, what with the cliched characters, disproportionate dialogue, blatant fanservice it does not necessarily further the story in any respect, and overall bland solutions to serious subject issue. Oh, and what is this? It's another Anime about several people making some sort of Visual Novel? Let people guess, it's visiting be completely self-aware approximately its cliches, complete nothing interesting using said awareness, employ a imbalanced gender percentage of females to help males, and have virtually no actual stakes or motivation for any character to get the Visual Novel beyond "I might like to do it". Boy, So i am loving this phenomena.

Well you'll be please to learn that not just did Girls Beyond the Wasteland confirm me completely correct, but it's a really step down with Welcome to the NHK - the only real good Anime approximately making Visual Novels together with NEETs and such - that this actually caused people physical pain. Wish to make the people short on cash and require squalor as motivation/contrast on their goal of which makes big with computer animated porn? You've got a few decently-off high higher education students who will not have parents and wish to make Visual Novels as they can. Want to get the characters explore substantial social issues as a result of their slice-of-life connections? You've got girls moping precisely how hot they are generally for Blandy McBlanderson even though noting how similar it can be to their Visual Novels. Wish to see an really experienced studio sport fishing tackle your serious material to make sure that even when that animation is poor, at least it's going to be expressive? You've gained Project No. 9 using a dump on ones eyeballs. If all that that suits you... get out of here today.

Girls Beyond the Wasteland, or Shoujo-tachi wa Kouya wo Mezasu review, since it's called with Japan, is an Anime influenced by a Visual Novel by way of the godly writer themself, Romeo Tanaka. Yes, that will Romeo - Jinrui : Rewrite - Cross Channel : Tanaka. A guy whose prose is related to as subtle for a Jackass stunt together with whose humor is related to as funny for a G-rated Rodney Dangerfield. I'm truly fan personally, even so again I do not get the appeal with Visual Novel writing in any respect, and that's among the list of least weird reasons for having what they like inside East.

Seiji Kishi's version of his Light Novel series, Humanity Has Declined aka Jinrui whatever, is remembered by people among the best surprises lately. Christ knows how come. It was fucking BAD! Set in any where everyone behaves to everything which includes a deadpan expression (which wasn't funny in the event the Avengers did the idea either), the satire amounted to only a bunch with ripoff scenarios from better post-apocalyptic products and then a bunch of Anime in-jokes that will made me wish to vomit out that window. It depended a significant amount of on its principle and setting and the wonderful freaky fairies without the need of actually making items happen, taking way too long so that the punchline and causing me to drop off watching it. Which is types of a miracle since I stayed awake the complete time watching Girls Beyond the Wasteland along with being a million circumstances worse than people dancing fairies may well ever be. Although I've arrived at say, pausing the movie and pacing in the room for five minutes to consider what you're doing with all your life isn't exactly a much better alternative. Especially as soon as you do it 3 x during one occurrence.

Seriously, the only way Girls Beyond the Wasteland might have been worse is in the event the cast from Little Busters was voicing that they whilst scratching chalkboards at the time of recording. Not only is there the same not enough stakes that Saekano comes with, the main dynamics literally asks the most crucial female why she wants to brew a Visual Novel in the main episode and she flat out replies that she can't simply tell him, but he'll practice it anyways. What types of person would possibly consider make fish an acceptable hook? And then there's the reality that if you don't tell me it was originally by Tanaka, I wouldn't have made the web link at all. As boring when I find his pretentious discussion is, at least it shows off when it shows up. This show nevertheless? I could generate the dialogue that arrived in the subs and everything I've written may be so awful I never meant it was public. Not quite possibly on fanfiction. world-wide-web.

Then there's a lot of these usual "spending ones first few assaults introducing the characters and installing the premise without the need of making some plot happen inside process" that always comes equipped with Visual Novel Anime, except whilst these types of show discover the drama kicking in in the halfway point, Girls Beyond the Wasteland waits 90 years fucking episodes for any characters to quite possibly push towards having the Visual Novel done before its due, and there's nevertheless nothing else to look closely at other than that will boring plot issue around then. One episode generally is just the principal character in their room struggling to obtain some writing executed and procrastinating the complete way through whilst girls put on house maid outfits to encourage him for enjoy two minutes in advance of they leave. I apologize, but who thought this can be exciting to watch in any respect? And whilst that show does make an attempt to throw a bit of personal drama inside mix, quite honestly it makes Comprehensive House look butch. Girls Beyond the Wasteland just doesn't make several personal struggles the characters examine dramatic enough, always involving bit of insecurities amounting to your modern equivalent with "that Shuffle occurrence where Sia's successful panties couldn't allow her in the woman's date with Rin" which were solved by the final of the episode as a result of an inspiring special message.

It doesn't have even the decency to help ramp things up appropriately due to the final act. Right after they finally tell people what the Visual Novel is usually for around that closing act, it's so universal and involves some sort of character who possessed no importance until such time as said reveal i couldn't bother spoiling it even though I wanted to help. And what comes after after, let by itself before, barely has any relevance to your reason in the beginning. It's just useful to cause some play that immediately obtains resolved in enjoy five minutes together with nothing changes story-wise in addition to the characters getting take care of that they've already gotten several episodes ago. We don't even find a fucking payoff to your Visual Novel's creation. It gets submitted within a competition that is usually immediately skipped despite enough buildup to the idea, and the email address particulars are brushed off which includes a few lines of dialogue and then a half-assed attempt with deciding what the future will likely be like. Throw in certain terrible title recommendations, and you may well tell the creators are merely stuck in that will terrible era with Anime where Visual Novel changes were getting churned available left and correct.

Not only is this an undesirable show. Not only is usually this another case of how bad Visual Novel Anime are generally. This is among the list of worst Anime May possibly ever seen inside my life. Yes, more painful than Myself; One self and Plastic Memory, this is Da Capo amounts of bad. I really can't believe precisely how empty and unfunny the following show is. The direction and energy place in this adaptation is among the most most lifeless items I've ever witnessed, and the story can be so fundamentally flawed that this resembles a bit of kid crying inside corner as he lets several 80s thugs kick him to your ground. Ignoring the reality that it has no aspirations to remain anything but an additional generic "follow your dreams and you should succeed" Anime, the characters have zero reason to enjoy the dreams they complete, they never undergo any problems when it comes to their goals besides mild inconveniences, and the humor comprises nothing higher as compared to leaving a video camera on and viewing actors shoot the shit concise that it essentially defines how to never do comedy. I bet you whatever if you were to look at a random sitcom with CBS, it is a million times even more entertaining than the following pile of tripe! Fuck. Everything. Approximately. This. Anime. Span.

[sesothelonescoot]

No One Will Read This I Bet

So it is 0423 on July 5, 2017, the day before my birthday. The only thoughts in my head are the ones I have had since waking up on July 4. Those thoughts being: “What am I spending my life on? Why do I pay so attention to developing controversies and political ‘issues’? Why do I care about others at all? Why do I bother in the first place?”. I have tried to make reasonable answers to all of these and more, “Oh, I just like to be aware of what is going on. If I provide care for others then I am not as worthless as I think I am and maybe I will get some of that care back! I bother because I have no reason not to, someone has to.”

That is all bullshit.

Hell, this post already sounds like high-school, no, junior high level melodrama and angst; not to mention pretentious due to my writing style. I am going to be twenty-two, twenty-fucking-two, and yet I still feel like a messy, dramatic seventh grader. Maybe I expect too much of myself but I always thought I would be able to get my shit together by now.

Yet here I am, taking more than the average amount of years at a community college to get an associate’s. Here I am, losing my job of three years mid-semester. Here I am, on my last $500, thankfully with my credit card paid off. On top of that, I still cannot earn my license due to parental issues meaning my opportunities for employment are severely limited especially when semester starts again.

I am too proud to ask for help from people, I look at my friends and see that their financial situations are not much better, but at least they have income still. I feel that asking them for help is akin to robbing them of their happiness. As an example: in the month following my being let go I insisted on reminding people while we were out that I could not spend money, meaning the group could not go to where they desired. One of these times was on someone else’s birthday, his day. Instead I was the killjoy who stopped the momentum cold. That is just the first example I can think of at this hour.

Within my group of friends and my own family I see myself as a leech and waste of space. Well, maybe more like a sack of potatoes being carried by a leech which is attached to an arm labeled “Parent’s Income/Friend’s Wellbeing”. I barely communicate beyond necessity with either set of people; my parents did not even know I was let go until it came out from me during an angry burst. Yet for some reason neither set of them have decided to just say, “screw you,” and kick me to the curb. Now I know what some people, if anyone reads this schlock, are thinking, “of course your parents won’t say screw you, you dumb emo cunt, they understand having problems and want the best from you.” Those people would be right, I guess, and maybe it is just me projecting onto others but I always see/hear a flicker of disappointment when I am mentioned. With my friends, well I honestly have no clue why they keep me around. When I am with them my personality changes; I become loud, arrogant, and snarky. In general just a big douche canoe (description of me taken from one of the leaders of my FFXIV FC). Yes I might be a little salty about being called that still, but I guess that is just more evidence of my own arrogance.

I know I am supposedly supposed to pull myself out of this state, after all it is me I have problems with. I do not know if I even want to anymore, I am just tired of life. I do not want my nieces to see me like this when they finally are able to have long-lasting memory recall, but I guess I already failed there since one of them is already being potty trained and knows how to locate relatives just by being told their name.

I also know that I should probably be getting professional help as well, but that ship was a bust when yet again due to parental “help” I got told to see my GP and getting their recommendation before even considering calling our insurance’s mental health line. Besides, the idea of utilizing those services plays into my idea of being a burden.

All this does not matter though, does it? After all, I am just another male in the world. Just another trashy, fat, no-balls-having male. Another, more capable male can take my place, we are interchangeable like that. That is how this works, right? That is what I learned from this hellsite and college campuses.

I apologize in advance for anyone who bothered to read this mess, I just figured I could use tumblr for its intended purpose for once. I should probably try to sleep now, I hear people starting their cars up for work.