#''Rain why do you have 3 middle cookies on your team'' because i like them shut up

[boilingrain]

Uh so this might be at least a little bit OOC, but I was talking to my friend about my team in Cookie Run: Kingdom and I wound up making this silly little thing in ms paint to explain my headcanons about how I think my team would interact

So, like... headcanons be upon ye

[karasuno-chaos]

Jigsaw Puzzles (Nekoma Third Years & Reader)

I wasn’t kidding when I said I want in on the Nekoma third years’ gossip sessions.  Also, Lev, I’m sorry I make fun of you so much in this.  I swear I really do love you. -Giz

Word Count:  1,438

Fluffvember masterlist

“Coasters, people!” you command as you carefully enter Kai’s family room with two mugs of tea.  Yaku stops pestering Kuroo long enough to distribute coasters around the coffee table.  You pass him one of the mugs as Kai hands one off to Kuroo, and the four of you settle in for an afternoon of each other’s company.

“What are the options today?” Kai asks.

“I brought three,” Kuroo says, placing jigsaw puzzle boxes on the table.  “First, there’s the periodic table, a classic.”

“No,” Yaku groans.

“You nerd,” you accuse, promptly pulling that option off of the table.

“This is why none of you will ever be considered geniuses,” Kuroo grumbles.

“Well neither will you, so we’re obviously not missing out on anything.”

“Whatever.  Then what about this Utagawa cat print?”

“Very traditional,” Kai observes.

“Not very fun, though,” Yaku muses.  “Don’t you have anything more contemporary?”

“The world is full of critics,” Kuroo sighs.  “The only other one I brought is this photo of a Tokyo street in the rain.”

“It’s interesting,” you hum.

“Definitely the most colorful,” Kai agrees.  “All in favor?”

After resounding agreement, the puzzle pieces are scattered across the table and you get to work picking out the border.  This will be your twenty-third puzzle together.  The pastime started when you were all first years.  You’d met Kuroo and Yaku through your cousin Kai, and after becoming friends, started hanging out regularly to swap stories and gossip.  At one point you’d suggested building a puzzle, and it was just mindless enough to perfectly facilitate conversation while keeping everyone entertained.  You still sometimes do other activities together like watch a movie or bake cookies, but puzzles have somehow become your thing.  You hope you’ll be able to complete twenty-five of them together before you graduate.

“So what’s the tea?” Yaku asks as he slides a corner piece into place.

“Jasmine,” you reply with a smirk and a sip from your mug.  The others roll their eyes.

“I meant the gossip.  Who’s got something to start us off?”

“Daishou and Mika are back together apparently,” Kuroo shares.

“Really?  What does she see in that snake?” you grumble.  “He always seems so smug for no reason.”

“It’s definitely not his volleyball skills,” Yaku smirks.  “Didn’t she dump him because he was practicing so much?”

“Something like that,” Kuroo confirms.

“But Nohebi lost in the qualifiers, so now that he’s done with the team, that shouldn’t be a problem anymore,” you observe, completing one side of the border.

“But is he done with volleyball?  This could become a recurring problem in their relationship,” Kai says.

“What does it matter?  We probably won’t see either of them again.”  Kuroo connects a line of pieces to the ones you’ve been arranging, completing the border.  When there are four of you working on a puzzle, it goes pretty fast.

“I don’t know.  Daishou strikes me as one of those annoying people you can’t seem to get rid of,” Yaku sighs.

“Like Lev?” you tease.

“Exactly.”

“You’ll miss him once you graduate,” Kai promises.  The libero grimaces.

“I highly doubt that.”

“You know, just yesterday Lev told me he’d grown another half centimeter,” Kuroo shares.

“Like hell!  I’ll believe it when he gets measured officially.  I don’t trust him to be honest when he measures himself at home.”

“He seems pretty honest to me,” you say.  “Maybe too honest.”

“Sounds like you, Yakkun,” Kuroo teases.

“Don’t you dare compare us,” the libero growls, flicking a puzzle piece at the captain.

“Hey!  No losing pieces,” you scold.

“Yes, yes, we’ll behave,” Kuroo promises, though you know he’s only saying it to pacify you.  There have been several instances of puzzle pieces flying around the room, and at least two pieces were never recovered.  You’ll never let them forget it.

“Anyways,” Yaku continues, piecing together one of the umbrellas in the image, “Lev’s more deceptive than he looks, Y/N.  You’d know that if you’d become our manager like we told you to.”

“I already hear plenty about the club from you three.  I don’t need to sit through practice every day.”

“And you’re lazy and didn’t want to have to do the work,” Kai teases.  You smack him lightly with the back of your hand.

“Speaking of volleyball,” Kuroo says, as though it’s not the subject of conversation seventy-five percent of the time, “supposedly the school paper’s going to run a story on the club before Nationals next month.”

“Really?” you ask.  “Is it going to be on the front page or just a little paragraph hidden in the middle?”

“Don’t know yet.  Tora’s sister is going to join us at practice sometime this week to ask questions and then write up the article.”

“Good for her.  I like Akane,” you say while collecting pieces of one of the buildings.  “You guys better be nice to her when she interviews you.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep Lev in line,” Yaku promises.

“What is with you and Lev?” you demand.  “It’s like you’re obsessed with him.”

“I am not!  He just pisses me off.”

“Are you sure you’re not just a tsundere in love?”

“So help me, I will throw all of these pieces around the room if you don’t quit it,” he growls.  You just laugh.

“Alright, alright, I’m done.  It’s just too easy to push your buttons sometimes.”

“That’s pretty dangerous when I know who your crush is.”

“Wait, Y/N has a crush?”  Kuroo abandons the street sign he was working on to look at you intently.

“It’s none of your business,” you mumble, suddenly very interested in the puzzle piece in your hand.

“So Yaku can know who it is but I can’t?  Kai, do you know?”

“This is the first I’ve heard of it.”  Your cousin is lying, but he’s usually so pleasantly honest that Kuroo doesn’t suspect anything.

“Come on, Y/N, spill the beans.  You know I hate being left out.”

“Mm, I don’t think I will.”

“Why not?  Are you embarrassed?  Is it Lev?”

“Ew, no.”  Your grimace is so immediate that the others laugh.

“Okay, then who?” Kuroo persists.

“Figure it out yourself.  Yaku did.”

“You didn’t tell him?”

“No,” Yaku confirms, finding the one piece that was missing in the bottom half of the puzzle.  “I’m just smarter than you are and saw the signs.”

“Oh really.”  Kuroo stares at you intently.

“Hey,” you say, “if you’re not going to help with the puzzle, pass over your pieces.”

“Give me a hint,” he requests while pushing the pieces towards you.

“You look for similar colors and shapes and just try to connect them.”

He rolls his eyes.

“We’ve done over twenty of these.  I know how to put a puzzle together.  Obviously I’m talking about your crush!”

“Why does it matter?” Yaku demands, coming to your rescue.  “It’s not like you’ve shared your crush with us.”

“Who says I have a crush?”

“It’s Kenma,” you answer confidently.

“What? No!”

“You do talk about Kenma all the time,” Kai hums.

“Because he’s my best friend.”

“Friends to lovers really is the best trope,” you declare.

“You’re impossible.”

“Then stop pestering Y/N and work on this puzzle,” Kai says.  “We’re almost done.”

“Fine,” Kuroo sighs, “but I’ll get you to tell me someday.”

“Maybe,” you say in something like a promise.  “But first you have to pull your weight and finish this street sign you were working on.”

The conversation stalls while you focus on the last patches of the puzzle.  Part of you wants to slow down and draw out the experience.  You’ll have so few chances to just hang out like this with the volleyball team preparing for Nationals and graduation shortly thereafter.  But the anticipation of finishing draws you forward, and soon Kai snaps the last piece in place.

“Beautiful,” Kuroo declares, and the four of you exchange high fives.

“Picture time!”  You take out your phone, and your friends pose around the finished puzzle while you memorialize the moment with a photo.  Then you perch next to the coffee table at the ready, and Yaku counts down.

“3...2...1!”

It’s a race to deconstruct your hard work, and in moments the puzzle has been reduced to a pile of pieces again.  It’s almost sad how quickly it comes apart, but there is joy in the undoing and promise in the anticipation of the next puzzle.  You almost always end up slapping hands and trying to elbow each other out of the way.  It’s messy and fun, and when you’re with your best friends, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[kareofbears]

blinding lights, chapter 3/4

Their height gap is a wide one, but in no way is Sumire going to let Akechi keep looking down on her. “It became my business the minute we wanted the same thing: to fix this reality.“

—

Akechi and Sumire have to traverse through the events of the third semester without Akira (or rather, against him).

read on ao3 or under the cut!

——

On a technical standpoint, rain doesn’t bother Akechi.

Whenever it rains, no matter if it was just a drizzle or a downpour, people scramble to the nearest overhang, praying that they don’t get drenched. Such a trivial thing to get panicked by, he thought. City rain like this was hardly something to fear, yet it remains a constant in societal culture—water starts falling from the sky and people stop whatever they’re doing to duck for cover.

And since Akechi had long since accepted to reform himself into the mold of society rather than the other way around, here he was, in the middle of Kichijoji, shoulders pressed back against the building of Darts & Billboards, waiting for the rain to tire itself out.

Out of all the habits he’s practiced and perfected from his days of deceit, it’s strange that hiding out from rainfall is one of the few that he still can’t shake, inconsequential as it was. He had learned that mimicking what can be considered societal norms and exercised it in everyday life can at least trick most people that he, Akechi Goro, can be lumped in with the norms and be heightened to excellence later on. People hid from droplets and because the path of normalcy is what he wanted, he decided that he’ll hide with them.

It took him a long time to narrow down why it bothered him. Why, for some reason, it had pissed him off that idiots would commit to such an insignificant action. It’s because when people run for cover, when they prioritize the act of hiding over everything else, they’re essentially allowing the rain—this overall harmless entity—to prevent them from reaching their destination. Fools let their decisions be dictated by the weather, wasting their time waiting it out, letting themselves be dictated beyond their control.

It’s a product of the collective unconscious; rather than pushing past the drizzle to reach their destination, or continue living their life as it were before the storm clouds rolled in, the masses decided that the better decision was to cease all movements because it would be easier. When it rains, society comes at a standstill.

“D’you always just stand in the middle of the promenade lookin’ pissed, or am I just lucky?”

Akechi blinks and turns his head to see a patch of bright, blond hair with an even brighter grin. His purple hood was pulled up, but it’s too short that it does little to block out the downpour.

Sakamoto Ryuji stands in front of him, completely drenched and unbothered.

“I’d hardly call it luck, so much as a coincidence.” Flicking his eyes downward, Ryuji adjusts the heavy looking plastic bags hanging off of his wrists. “And you?”

“Doing some grocery shopping for my ma. She’s been real busy at work, so…” he shrugs.

It really was a strange coincidence that he shows up like this, unprompted. The universe, if it ever was sentient, had never thrown him a bone. However, for Ryuji to show up, it almost seems like a waste to let it go.

If he’s been wanting to see Sakamoto up close, this is as good as it’s gonna get.

“How do you feel about joining me in some people-watching?” Akechi asks.

Ryuji’s eyes light up. “Sure! These bags are getting heavy anyway, could use a break.” He dodges a stream of water flowing cleanly from the gutter and joins Akechi underneath the overhang. Whether he can sense Akechi’s discomfort or perhaps it’s a feeling residing from the real reality, Ryuji had kept a gap of about a meter between the two.

“I hope I didn’t take you away from any pressing matters, Sakamoto.”

“Nah,” he gently sets down his bags before turning to give Akechi his full attention. “Don’t got much waiting for me back home with my ma at work, but can’t stay for too long,” he nods his head down to his bags. “She’d kick my ass if I let the milk go bad.”

Ryuji laughs, shoulders shaking. “But y’know, I see you hangin’ with ‘Kira sometimes, and any friend of that bastard is a friend of mine. And, uh, speaking of…” With an expression of guilt and reluctance so tremulous that Akechi can only compare it to a child getting caught with their hand in a cookie jar. “That’s kinda what I wanted to talk to you about.”

Yes, technically he’s an unforgivable hypocrite for advising Sumire against speaking to Ryuji, but that won’t stop him from getting the information he needs. (It never has.)

After all, there must be something special about Sakamoto in order to have Kurusu Akira wrapped around his finger.

“Oh?” he responds.

“Yeah, it, uh, might be a bit awkward so I’ll do my best to be straight about it,” Ryuji looks embarrassed, but determined. “I know the feeling of not wanting to say something, to have it weigh you down and shit. Basically, what I’m tryna say is: you don’t just gotta rely on Akira!”

Akechi’s eyes widen. It should’ve been impossible. How did he figure out about Akira and the other reality when he hasn’t even been snapped out of it—

“You looked super stressed back in New Year’s and I get that you’d rather talk to Akira, but he’s a busy guy. And I know we aren’t close, but if you want to vent, or just, I dunno, get some ramen together?” he shrugs and throws a smile in Akechi’s direction. “I’m here for you.”

Akechi’s face is carefully blank. He’s wrong, because of course Sakamoto didn’t figure it out. (Has he ever figured anything out?)

He had done extensive research on the Thieves the second he got a whiff of who they might be, and that was especially the case for the initial members of the group. Sakamoto Ryuji, a second-year in the now infamous Shujin Academy. Formerly the star of the track team, his leg was snapped beyond repair by Kamoshida, the Thieves’ initial target. While he had always possessed a temper, it had grown exponentially when the teacher had faced no charges and he was shunned by the rest of the school. It’s like the Boy Who Cried Wolf—except there had undoubtedly been a wolf, and the boy ended up with a lifetime’s worth of permanent damage.

At first, he had chalked up Ryuji’s temper as yet another weakness—Akechi had learned firsthand just how fast the hand of authority strikes if one were to place a toe out of line. It’s how he decided to perfect the weapon of deceit. Akechi learned from his mistakes, to the point that his heart had split itself into two people he could become: Loki as his true self, and Robin Hood as who he needs to be.

Even Akira had understood the hubris of exposing himself, had felt the same punishment that Akechi was subjected to (ironically by the same person). In a world where a mask can be the difference between life and death, Akechi and Akira had decided to be its executioner rather than the one subjected to the sharp end of the guillotine.

By the nature of these rules, Ryuji should have been beheaded. And he was.

But instead of learning his lesson the way Akechi and Akira had, he had been rejuvenated. Instead of bending to the will of authority, he let that pressure mold him into something tougher, let the anger inside him fester and grow.

It had made sense, in hindsight, why Ryuji had treated him the way he did (it’s not like Akechi had the best intentions). So seeing him like this, where he never found out Akechi’s true personality, allowed him to see Ryuji in his natural state.

A feeling surges within Akechi, so foreign that it takes him slightly too long just to name it. All around him, deep in his gut, spread all the way to the tips of his fingers and his toes is wave after wave of…

“I’m done here,” Akechi says.

Discomfort.

“Huh?” Ryuji cocks his head. “Uh, was that weird of me to say? My bad, Ann’s always said I had a big, fat mouth. Sorry, yeah we aren’t close and stuff. Just thought it’d be nice—”

Akechi holds back a click of his tongue and, with a little effort, morphs his expression into one of false platitudes and plasticity. A slight quirk in his lips (not too high or it’ll scare them), tilt his head at a certain angle, and raise his voice an octave to indicate an apology. “Sorry to leave so suddenly. Thank you for your time.”

The rain had stopped sometime during their conversation and he hates that the universe seemed like it had taken pity on him.

Ryuji says something to him, but Akechi refuses to listen to another word—he doesn’t need to. He got what he wanted. All it took was one conversation for Akechi to know exactly what Akira sees in him.

That incessant authenticity and kindness shouldn’t exist in a world like this. It shouldn’t have existed in an angry boy like him.

Akechi tries (and fails) to look like he isn’t running away.

It was only when he was in bed later that night that he realized he didn’t find out what Ryuji’s wish was. Given the way he said Akira’s name though, Akechi didn’t have to think too hard.

—

AG: The biggest gray area in this has to be with Niijima Makoto YS: wow. I didn’t think you’d be straight-forward with your relationship with her. thank you for your honesty. YS: you both must have a difficult history with one another :( AG: What are you talking about? AG: I’m saying I don’t know where to find her. YS: ah. i see. YS: haha how about we just pretend that never happened?

They checked Shujin Academy (closed for winter break), Aoyama Itchome (for good measure), and finally the bookstore in Central Street (the smell of books is so lovely) before Akechi began to lose his temper.

“It wouldn’t be a huge surprise if we just found her in the middle of Tokyo University impersonating a research assistant as some sad excuse to feel some adrenaline for the first time in her life,” he says as they walk down the escalator, prepared to hop on the train and try somewhere else.

Sumire frowns. “Being studious doesn’t make someone boring.”

“Of course it doesn’t. Kurusu is at the top of his class and a huge public nuisance. No, Niijima’s absolutely underneath the sole of academics and government propaganda from her father since day one.”

“You don’t like her?”

“I don’t like anyone,” he replies. “Especially not someone so tied with practicing law like she plans to.”

They round the corner. “You can talk to her about that yourself.”

Standing by the overpriced-looking smoothie bar is Niijima Makoto, accompanied by a beautiful older woman who looks like she can melt down a rusted car with a single glare.

“I would think that Sae-san would quite actually murder me if I were to bring that up.”

“You know the other woman?”

“It would be rude not to know my co-workers after all,” says Akechi. “That’s prosecutor Niijima Sae—Makoto’s sister as well as one of the Thieves’ targets from the past.”

Sumire ponders over the odds for a second. “Did she happen to have a casino as a Palace?”

He pauses. “Yes. As a matter of fact, she did.”

“Amazing! What luck!” she beams. “May I try and guess what their wish may be?”

“Is this nothing but a game to you?” he says immediately, before stopping himself. “…One guess.”

Brows scrunching together, she leans towards him, shoulders sagged as if she was carrying a secret so heavy that it physically weighed her down. Poker chips, alcohol bottles, and slot machines… “Did Makoto-senpai wish for Sae-san’s gambling addiction to go away?”

Akechi stares at her. “Who was it again that taught you how Palaces work?”

“Morgana-senpai.”

“If that’s the case, I’m simply over the moon that he didn’t join us on our mission.” They walk towards the Niijimas, who were still chatting amicably with one another. “Their father passed when they were young; it left their family jaded, it was traumatizing, et cetera, I’m sure you get the gist.”

“Wait, I really don’t—”

“Akechi? What a coincidence!”

The sisters greeted them with kind eyes and soft smiles, and Sumire has to accept that she’s out of her league for this one—the student council president may have been a common name around school, but it hardly ever came with more information other than how good her grades were, as well as the potential ‘narc’ comment. But despite what Akechi thinks, no Phantom Thief could possibly be on the side of the police; they’ve all had enough firsthand experience with that particular institution to see just how often the system has failed them.

Akechi nods. “It truly is,” he says, as if they hadn’t spent half the day walking around Tokyo scrounging for them. “This is Yoshizawa Sumire, Sae-san.”

“Pleasure to meet you!”

“Likewise,” Sae says.

“I have to admit, I’m quite surprised to see you here,” Akechi says. “Did we interrupt you both?”

“Not at all. We were just doing some grocery shopping for dinner tonight. Our father’s been having a craving for teriyaki,” she answers. “Why so surprised, Akechi?”

“Nothing in particular,” he says, and Sumire can feel his smugness radiating from where she’s standing. Well, he is a detective, so she’s not too shocked. “It’s simply refreshing to see you spending time with your family, despite being as busy as you are.” With a tilt of his head, he turns to Makoto. “I haven’t heard about your father for a long time.”

Makoto recoils a little, and winces. “My…father? No, wait, dad’s been gone for…It doesn’t make any sense…:

Sumire nearly startles when Makoto suddenly straightens up, gaze clouded. Akechi clicks his tongue.

“Sorry,” she says, a bit dizzily, already taking a step back. “Sae and I need to make it to the grocery store before it closes.”

Sumire waves half-heartedly and sighs when they’re gone. “Niijima-senpai perhaps had the most graceful escape so far,” she comments.

Pulling back his sleeve, Akechi peers at his watch. “It’s two pm. She could’ve done better,” he scoffs. “It’s a shame. I had high hopes for her to be the first one. She’s the only one in that circus who had more than one brain cell and isn’t named Kurusu.”

“…May I ask you something?”

“You’re already asking a question, just ask it.”

Sumire rocks back and forth on her heels. “Why do you call him that?”

“Because that’s his name?”

“Last name,” she corrects. “Why not call him by his first name?”

“What kind of question is that? Is this a test? A trial to prove that I’m willing to be honest?” Sumire stays silent. “Alright then, if it’ll help you sleep at night. I can’t possibly fathom how you still haven’t figured out that he and I aren’t as buddy-buddy as you think.”

“Well, yes, I know that but—”

“And you?”

Her heart rate skyrockets. “What about me?”

“You call him by his surname as well, even topped off with a ‘senpai’ at the end,” Akechi raises a brow. “Why not on a first name basis?”

“W-we aren’t that close!” she exclaims. “That’s reserved for people who’s close to him, like a good friend, or a girlf—boyfr—partner. We just… aren’t that.”

“Strange, isn’t it?” Akechi says. “We aren’t even on a first name basis with him, yet here we are; fresh from New Year’s, running around Tokyo for his friends who should be doing this instead.”

(Sumire very nearly says it, what’s been on her mind since Maruki’s Palace. But as it stands, she doesn’t want to ruin the foundation—very unstable, can most definitely blow away with a strong gust of wind, but a foundation nonetheless—that she and Akechi reluctantly built.)

“Yes, it really is strange.”

—

AG: Are you particularly close with Okumura? YS: unfortunately not, no. i’ve heard about what happened to her father, though. Perhaps her wish is related to his passing. AG: …Yes, I believe it is. I would think that the two of them would look at ways of expanding the Big Bang business. So basically, Tokyo Hotspots. YS: kichijoji? that place is always bustling YS: not to mention, i’d love for them to open up there. their milkshakes are incredible ( ◜‿◝ )♡ AG: Good call. We’ll try there first then. AG: At any rate, it will be a very quick confrontation with her.

“So I’ve been thinking—”

“A dangerous pastime, but go on.”

Sumire huffs without heat as they traverse Kichijoji—busy even in this time of year, though in no small part because of the shrine nearby. “We’ve been doing this…” What are they doing? “Saving our known reality business for nearly a week now. It hasn’t been going the best.”

Neither of them need a reminder that their victory ratio is currently at a strong zero to six. “So maybe we need to change it up a bit! I thought up a strategy last night that I think we should implement today,” she beams up at him.

Akechi’s gaze can wither flowers. “Do you need me to explain how idiotic that sounds?”

“Oh, come on Akechi! We need all the help we can get, especially since we only have two left. Plus, you haven’t even heard the strategy. Would you like to hear it?”

She doesn’t wait for his response before eagerly pushing through. “I understand and accept that you’re a bit ruthless, which is great! Well, great if that’s who you are. And since you called me a goody two shoes that one time, I figured we can go with that.” Sumire steps in front of Akechi and raises her hands to the sky, chin tilted upwards. “We can do the ‘good guy, bad guy’ strategy! That’s what we’ve been doing anyway. It can be like Zootopia.”

A silence stretches out—Sumire’s grin unfaltering and Akechi’s perfectly blank.

Then, “What the fuck is a Zootopia?

“Did you not watch that movie? It was pretty big.”

“Do I look like someone who’d watch a documentary on the animal kingdom?” His eyes zero in on something. “Lucky us, we found them.”

Okumura Haru stands with whom Sumire can only assume is her father. The speak amicably with each other, adoration radiating off of them as they point and gesture at the various businesses around the promenade.

“Don’t forget the strategy,” she whispers.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he responds sarcastically.

A feeling of optimism blossoms in Sumire’s chest as they approach the Okumuras. Maybe it’s the nice weather, or it’s another opportunity to finally achieve their goal of gaining one of Akira’s allies. Mostly though, she chalks it up as relief that even though it’s far from perfect, Akechi’s finally starting to let down the drawbridge, bit by bit.

And that’s when Haru decides to look in their direction.

Instead of the initial small talk, the breadcrumbs that hint towards their other reality, instead of gently edging them to the truth, Haru had completely bypassed all of that. A feeling of deja vu tugs strangely at Sumire as she takes in her expression—the usual confusion and pained tightening of the brows, but this time, a raw, unquestionable fury morphs onto her features.

It’s a near-perfect replica of Futaba’s expression.

After a few seconds, Haru says something to her father, and they leave, leaving Akechi and Sumire mid-stride in the middle of the promenade.

Another silence reigns over them, heavy and suffocating despite the bustle of Kichijoji.

“We didn’t even need to talk to her,” Akechi says. “An efficient failure.” The silence stretches on. “You have something to say..”

Sumire shoots him a dark look. “Alley,” she says, voice uncharacteristically low. “It might upset the families if we speak rudely in front of them.”

She leads them to the backstreets, where most stores are closed until the nightlife crowd rolls in. It was empty, and only the metal shutters and stray plastic bags strewn about the pavement were present to hear them.

“Of course I have something to say,” Sumire says, fists clenched tightly at her sides. “You promised back at Leblanc. You said that you won’t withhold information from me anymore, for the sake of the mission.”

She points behind her in the direction of where the Okumura’s left. “Despite what you may like to believe, I’m not an idiot who won’t notice something as obvious as Okumura-senpai running away the second she sees you. She didn’t even speak to us before she ran, which is considerably worse than Sakura-chan.” Sumire’s eyes narrow. “What are you still hiding from me?”

Throughout her speech, Akechi didn’t even blink. “Has it occurred to you that I simply lied when I made that pesky promise to you, or are you still the same person who fell right into Maruki’s waiting hands last spring?”

Sumire recoils as if she’d been hit. “Don’t bring that up, it has nothing to do with this—”

“Doesn’t it?” his voice is cold. “Isn’t the reason why you’re so desperate for me to be open with you is that you have some sort of trust issues?”

“That’s not it.”

“Finally we’re getting somewhere,” Akechi’s red eyes seem to be glowing despite the darkness in the shadowed alley. With a sickening feeling, she realizes he’s enjoying this. “Let me take a guess. You’re doing this out of the goodness of your heart, an overflowing kindness that you have to act on and spread across the globe. And, if you’re simply good and lucky enough, maybe, just maybe, your beloved ‘Kurusu-senpai’ will look away from his little group long enough to see how sweet and kind you are—”

“Shut up,” she cuts him off. Her voice is slow and deliberate. “You want to know what I’m doing this for? It’s because I’m sick and tired of these hellish lies.”

Akechi stays quiet as she continues, struggling to speak while her eyes blazed with fury. “I basically just found out that I’m not who I thought I was for the past ten months. Do you know what that feels like? It’s like if someone kidnapped me, shoved me in the back of a van, blindfolded. Maruki, bless his soul, forced me to believe whatever garbage he thought was best for me. It makes me sick to think that I fell for that reality, never once did I question it.”

She clenches her jaw. “You know what I want, Akechi? It’s not the philanthropy you’re so obsessed with, or senpai’s affection. What I want is my kidnapper to fail. I want him to regret what he did to me, to stop what he’s doing to everyone else. Even if his intentions were good, I am not going to let him get away with this,” Sumire looks directly into Akechi’s eyes. “And you are not going to be the one to slow me down.”

Chest heaving, she realizes she’s breathless. After a brief pause, Akechi speaks.

“Our motivations aren’t too far off from one another,” his voice is strangely cool, as if his fury and long since dissipated from the surface and had manifested into something sharp and dangerous. “You said you’re tired of the lies? Of being used like some kind of puppet, a test subject? Of having the rug pulled from you just because someone fucking felt like it? Good. But our similarities stop there.”

He leans back against the metal gate of a closed bar. “At the root of it, you want to stop Maruki so that he doesn’t push his beliefs to anyone else. Whether you like it or not, your motivation is accidental philanthropy. I could not give less of a shit about Maruki, or Tokyo, or even the rest of this damned world. I just want to be able to live in a reality where I get to choose what I want to do.”

“So let me help you!” she exclaims, frustrated. “Some detective, you are—keeping secrets isn’t going to help this situation.”

“You still don’t get it, do you? I tried to make this as easy to understand as possible, but I guess I just have to make it obvious.” Akechi straightens up and from the smirk resting on his mouth and the way his brow is lifted, condescension is simply dripping from him. Sumire refuses to recoil. “I don’t care if you want to help me. I am a selfish person who does what he wants. I’m willing to tear down anyone in my path, use anyone in my way, if it means that I get what I want.”

“Maybe you are!” Sumire says. “A selfish person, I mean.”

Akechi blinks, and throws his head back, loud laughter echoing through the alley. “‘Maybe I am?’” He laughs again, nearly doubling over. When he sobers up a bit, she has to force herself not to flinch. It’s as if something had unhinged in Akechi and she’s seeing the result of that—his eyes are twinkling as his smirk stretches even further over his face; an edged grin. “Do you need an example, Yoshizawa? Proof? Citation for what I’ve done just so you can understand? Look forward to it, since you’ll learn at long last why Sakura and Okumura took one look at me and fled.”

Bending over slightly so that he’s eye-level with Sumire, he announces: “I killed Sakura Futaba’s mother and Okumura Haru’s father. I am a murderer.”

“So am I.”

Akechi stops breathing, blinking as he processes what Sumire just said. She only looks back through narrowed eyes, daring him to say something.

When he doesn’t, she relaxes a bit. “Are you in the mood for darts? Since we finished with Okumura-senpai much earlier than expected, we have some time. And besides,” Sumire brushes her bangs out of her eyes. “There’s more to discuss, and I’m not really feeling this alley anymore.”

—

“It’s different. You must know that it’s different.”

Sumire waits until she gets their darts from behind the counter. “I know.”

Darts & Billiards was never particularly full, but it was never empty either. There were a few groups, pairs, and serious soloists that filled the entire room with indecipherable chatter and the loud clack of eight-balls colliding with one another. Anything that Akechi and Sumire might talk about thankfully gets shrouded by the white noise.

“Any preferences?” she says, waving around the dart in her hands.

“701,” he says immediately. “Anything lower is child’s play.”

Sumire nods as she inputs the settings. “Kurusu-senpai said something before he went with Dr. Maruki,” she began. “He said that he was doing this for his friends—the Thieves, myself,” she glances back. “And in his words, ‘especially you.’”

“And what of it?” Akechi asks.

“I believe that Kurusu-senpai knows of your past, knows your struggles and whatever you’ve gone through. I can only guess what you’ve had to endure, and how it led you to what you did to their parents.” Sumire offers him his set of darts. “May I go first?”

Akechi nods and she takes her stance—despite everything, she’s a little nervous playing darts with someone who actually plays to win.

Sumire throws it as best she can when Akechi speaks. “Does it justify it, then? If my life was difficult enough, would you give me a pass for killing innocent people?”

“No,” she casts another dart. “It doesn’t. Nothing really justifies that.” Pinching her last dart between her fingers, she fiddles as she thinks. “But I accidentally killed my sister over my incompetence in gymnastics.”

“But that’s the difference,” Akechi waves his hand. “It wasn’t an accident that they died by my hands. I had planned it, plotted it, and accomplished it. What you did wasn’t deliberate; it was a spur of the moment decision to run into traffic.”

Sumire hurls her final dart a little harder than usual. “I didn’t say that you should be forgiven, Akechi! I mean, I still don’t forgive myself. But even if it is different, I can at least understand your sentiments a fraction better than anyone else can. Do I think that it’s fine that two people who’re the same age as us lost their parents? Of course not. It makes me ill just thinking about it.”

She walks to the board and gingerly plucks off her darts. “But if I tried to pretend that I don’t understand what you’ve done—that isn’t right, either.”

He has a thoughtful expression on his face, his darts rolling between his fingers similar to how people fidget with loose change; Sumire hadn’t even known it was possible to do that. “Interesting.”

Stepping up to the mat, Akechi tilts his body sideways, obviously practiced in the game. His expression doesn’t change when it lands on a triple twenty.

“Do you regret it?”

His hand is steady as he throws—another triple twenty. “The murders? It depends.”

“On?”

“Do I regret being caught, used, and humiliated by losers who I thought were beneath me? Yes. Do I regret ending the lives of many?” casting his third dart, it lands so close to the others that they wobble in unison. “No. Not really.”

Sumire’s next round was a silent one, Akechi’s confession playing on repeat in her mind. He had simply said it with no hesitation; his tenor hadn’t changed, posture didn’t shift. The words that flowed out of him had no emotion whatsoever—they were clinical, like a doctor stating the facts to a terminal patient.

The ongoing background noise paid no mind to their silence, stuck in its blissful ignorance despite the pair’s topics. If there’s one guarantee in this world, it’s that it’s extremely likely that no one will listen just as the conversation is getting important.

Akechi’s on his second turn when he says, “You took well to the fact that I’ve killed in cold blood.”

“I knew that you were hiding something,” she says. “It’s because of how you act. You were a little cruel back in the Palace, and while it’s no excuse, people who have…” she scratches her head. “A hardened heart usually has a nasty past, and what Kurusu-senpai said only confirmed it.”

No matter how many times he does it, Sumire still gets impressed by his casual triple twenty.

Swapping places with him, she closes one eye as she ponders over her strategy. “But despite the fact that you’re a ruthless sort of person—” her dart sails forward and sticks to the board. “I’m willing to look past it if it means we can change reality.” Sumire cocks her head at him. “Can you?”

Akechi stays silent as Sumire launches another dart—one more and they can win it. “Selfish is what we call ourselves, right?” she says. “That we’re only in it for yourselves, regardless of what happens to everyone else. If we work together and it raises the odds of getting what we want, doesn’t that still play into the fact that we’re acting for our own benefit?”

She lines herself up for the last point, and takes a deep breath. “What did you call it? Accidental philanthropy?” she throws her dart and watches as it curves beautifully—only for it to miss her mark by quarter-inch. “Oh no!”

“Accidental philanthropy…” he muses, indifferent to their loss. “That doesn’t sound half-bad.”

Sumire raises her eyebrows, skeptical. “Really?”

“I know that my past actions may have dictated our failure to some extent. That was my fault,” Akechi crosses his arms. “I won’t let it happen again.”

Maybe she was too forgiving, or too trusting, or maybe it’s the closest she’ll get as an apology out of Akechi, but she finds herself nodding. “That’s all I wanted.”

He moves to put on his coat. “Was it to your satisfaction?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve wanted to talk even before we discovered Maruki’s schemes,” he shoves his arms through his coat sleeves. “Are you satisfied”

“Pretty much,” Sumire nods. “I understand you much better than before, at least.”

Collecting his darts, he heads to the register. “Why do you want to understand?”

“…Because I’m curious. You changed so abruptly, I didn’t even know who you were anymore—not that I did to begin with. Not to mention, the people Kurusu-senpai knows are always interesting, and you’re definitely not an exception.”

Akechi turns, and from the doubt on his features, he doesn’t take the bait.

“Fine. That wasn’t a lie, though. I just…” she hesitates, and decides to throw caution to the wind. “I want to get to know my teammate better.”

Anything could’ve happened in that beat of silence, much to the ignorance of the loitering patrons.

“See,” he replies. “Now that I can believe. And here I thought I was the only one who needed to practice honesty more.”

He walks back to register. “I’ll handle the bill. Call it a repaying of debts, in a way.”

“For what?”

“That’s what teammates do, don’t they?”

Sumire feels herself smile widely. It had only taken about six days, their entire reality shifting, and a busted game of darts, but it finally feels like she and Akechi are fighting the same battle.

—

AG: If it all goes to plan, we should’ve at least been able to convince one of them AG: As much as it truly pains me to say it, putting our faith in them is our best chance at success. AG: Worse comes to worst, there’s a reason why we’re making him the last one to convince. He’s our trump card. YS: you mean sakamoto-senpai? AG: Ugh, don’t make me say it.

According to Akechi’s knowledge of Ryuji’s whereabouts (as unhappy as he was to recite it), there are two places that he frequents—the arcade in Shibuya or loitering around Shujin.

The arcade was full of random teens and pre-teens, all deeply invested in games that Sumire had never taken up but Akechi was apparently knowledgeable in (“Good practice,” he had replied when she asked, and she opted not to pry any further).

The two had hopped back on the train to Aoyama-Itchome, forced to stand as life resumes back to normalcy post-holidays. Despite the tight fit of the car, Akechi had placed a good amount of space between them—whether it’s for his sake or hers, she can appreciate the gesture.

The morning was a strange one. Ever since their darts game and impromptu heart-to-heart, the atmosphere between them had shifted. It’s still a few miles off from being friendly, but it’s easier now; there’s an unspoken understanding between them, a common goal that drives them forward.

Still, it would’ve been nice if they had gotten their act together prior to meeting with their last Phantom Thief.

“By the way,” Akechi says, and Sumire���s eyes flicker up at him in interest. They had been silent since they stepped on the train. “In the acknowledgement of…team spirit,” his lips curled, unable to keep the mocking out of his words at such a ridiculous concept. “I should let you know that I’ve spoken to Sakamoto.”

“Oh.” She can’t seem to muster up any shock. “When? Did you plan it?”

“A few days ago, and no, it was by chance,” his eyes narrowed. “Did you speak to Sakamoto?”

“Not on purpose!” Sumire defends, shifting her sweaty grip on the plastic handle. “He just happened to be there.”

“He seems to have a knack for that,” Akechi says, and Sumire doesn’t comment on the strange quality of his voice—bitterness? “Well? Anything worth repeating?”

“Uh…” she racks her brain. Somehow, she doesn’t think that Ryuji’s blow by blow of the new shounen manga was what Akechi’s looking for. “Nothing in particular. Oh! He spoke quite a bit about Kurusu-senpai, but that’s not too surprising, considering his wish and all.” ‘Quite a bit’ might be a bit of an understatement.

He squints at her. “Whose wish?”

“Kurusu-senpai’s? Obviously Sakamoto-senpai would still be affected since he’s directly tied Kurusu-senpai’s wish.”

His stare doesn’t relent. “Why on earth would Kurusu’s wish still be affecting Sakamoto? He already broke free of the fake reality, meaning that Sakamoto isn’t affected by Kurusu’s wish,” says Akechi. “The idiot has his own wish. Did you not know?”

Sumire would describe herself as a person with a decent amount of pride, but an obvious fact like that has heat rushing to her cheeks. She ignores him and instead asks, “Did you figure out his real wish?”

“On a technicality, no. Though I have a rather strong hunch on what it is, based on my interaction with him,” he cringes a bit when the train rocks someone into him. “It’s likely that his wish may be the exact as Kurusu’s.”

“As in…” she blinks. “He wished to be with senpai?”

“It’s possible. Disgusting, how desperate they are to bring something to fruition that could easily be done without the Metaverse.” And he adds, “Your conclusion wasn’t too far off.”

“Wow,” as articulate as it was, it was really all she could say about his observation. It sounds like an impossibility; having two people wish for each other, like some cheesy rom-com but with way more monsters and magic. Yet it makes sense—the way Ryuji spoke of Akira like he put up the moon, with a feeling of undeniable admiration and respect sandwiched between friendly jabs at him. It sounds like an impossibility, she realizes, because it probably is one. It would take something as insane as the Metaverse to create something as equally improbable as their level of requited love.

The speaker overhead announces their station and they both exit with no small amount of polite shoving.

It’s a short walk from Aoyama to the school, a route familiar enough to Sumire that she can probably traverse it with her eyes closed.

“Do you know where in Shujin he might be?” Akechi asks, and belatedly she realizes she hasn’t given him any indication for where to go. Not that it was a problem—for someone who doesn’t go here, he seems to know the path just as well as she does. “Is the school even open?”

“It should be fine,” Sumire says. “The grounds, maybe? Actually, the track is probably our best shot, since he goes for a run pretty often.”

A beat passes.

“How often?” he asks slowly.

“Um—” she spots a familiar patch of bleached hair. “Look, there he is! It looks like he’s talking to…is that the track team?”

Akechi hums. “Is it, now?”

“Pipe down, dumbass!” Even half a block down, Ryuji’s voice rings loud and clear. “I’m only tryin’ my best so you guys don’t laugh me—oh, no effin’ way. Yoshizawa! Akechi! Sorry, gimme a sec,” he calls back to the others as he half-jogs towards them.

“I knew it,” Akechi mutters.

“Huh?” she asks.

“His leg. He isn’t limping.”

Sumire’s brow creases. She’s about to ask Akechi to clarify when it dawns on her:

Kamoshida had explained to her (in full, descriptive, unhesitating detail) about the delinquent students that roamed the walls of Shujin, there was one in particular he had a special hatred for—Sakamoto Ryuji. Rumors had done little to reveal the truth of his declaration, but a single conversation with Ryuji had cleared away any possibility that he was the type for unnecessary violence.

However, there is one truth that came from every lie that was spread about him; his leg has been damaged to the point where professional running is no longer a possibility.

Ryuji approaches them, smiling and limp-free.

Which means—

“What’s up?” he asks. Just like when Sumire saw him before, Ryuji is donned in the standard school P.E track pants (red and white and cuffed at the bottom). It didn’t mean much to her then. “Whatcha doin’ here, Akechi? You transferring schools, or something?”

In all of ten seconds, Ryuji had proved them wrong without even knowing it.

“I was here to pick up a few books from the library when I bumped into him,” she lies for the both of them. “And you, senpai?”

Ryuji takes a step back, shocked. “Damn! You’re makin’ the rest of us look bad. Nah, the track guys just forced me to hangout with them to celebrate.”

“Celebrate?”

“Yeah, uh,” sneakers scuffing the concrete, Ryuji turns a light shade of pink when he admits, “The school might’ve let slip that there’s some colleges that might be scouting after me after my last meet.”

Even Akechi looked a little impressed. “That’s no small feat.”

“That’s incredible, senpai!” Sumire cries, unable to hold herself back. “That’s—that’s huge! Bigger than huge, it’s being scouted! Do you know how cool that is? Of course you do, you’re the one who got scouted!”

She throws both her hands up to the sky and Ryuji slaps them, the pleasant echo resounds through the alley and leaves them both shaking out their palms.

“Thanks,” Ryuji grins. “But don’t get too excited. It ain’t confirmed or anything,” he tries to keep the elation out of his voice and fails miserably. “I’m just so dang happy cause that means things’ll be easier for my mom down the line, y’know?”

It’s like a slap to the face, a jolt that sends her crash landing back to reality. Because she isn’t here to congratulate Ryuji for his success—she’s here to take that away from him. Not for the first time, she wonders if they should be doing this.

Then she recalls the painful but relieving feeling of getting her own memories back. Yoshizawa Sumire back. She recalls the boy beside her who’d do quite literally anything to get rid of this reality. She recalls a busy street, blood pooling on the concrete.

Sumire focuses. If not for herself, or for Akechi, then she’d focus for Kasumi.

“I’m happy for you,” she says, meaning every word. “How did Kurusu-senpai react?”

“Oh, that guy? I haven’t told him yet, so let’s keep it between us, y’know what I’m sayin’?” Ryuji goes for a wink, though it’s definitely closer to a blink.

Akechi coughs. “Is there a reason you haven’t told him yet? You both are quite…close, after all.”

“He’s been tough to contact the past week,” Ryuji shrugs, and neither of them mention that working with a Palace ruler probably consumes a good chunk of one’s leisure time. “I really wanna surprise him, though! Considering that he supported me more than anyone when it comes to track.”

“That’s kind of him,” says Akechi.

“Well, yeah. Both of us had to deal with Kamoshida toge…ther…” he seemed to listen to what he was saying, and stops abruptly. Any excitement that was on his face is wiped clean. Finally.

“How did you deal with Kamoshida together?” Akechi asks slowly. They had to be careful—this is their last shot.

“It, uh,” he purses his lips. “It was an accident at first, I think. Didn’t mean to.” Eyes sliding shut, he mutters, mostly to himself. “It was raining, I remember that. So why can’t I…?”

The two of them lean forward unconsciously as they gauge Ryuji’s reaction.

“You’ve got this, Sakamoto-senpai,” Sumire prompts gently.

It isn’t too different from watching someone do a math problem and seeing them do one, tiny thing wrong; seeing that tiny mistake being overlooked, even though it’s so obvious to the observer. He is so close, one breath away from—

“Sakamoto!”

Ryuji jerks, eyes flinging open and her heart sinks, irritation blossoming towards this random athlete who unknowingly jeopardized their known reality.

“Uh, yeah!” he calls back, shaking his head as if ridding himself of a bad dream. “Be there in a sec!”

“If that pesky runner is in Mementos, I swear he’ll be dead by tomorrow,” Akechi mummers darkly, because he always takes things too far.

“Sorry, gotta bail,” Ryuji apologizes. He still looks slightly unsettled, a little unnerved. “It was good to see you. We should grab some food sometime!”

“Wait!” Sumire blurts out before he can leave. She scrambles for something to say, finding the thought of their failure unbearable. “If—if you change your mind (or start to remember), we’ll both be in Odaiba tomorrow! At the stadium, to be exact,” she tries for a reassuring smile. “You were there in the summer, remember?”

“If I change my mind…?” he repeats, blinking. “Nah, you guys are wild. I don’t know what you’re talking about, but thanks for the invite. Later!”

He throws double peace signs up before joining his track mates once more, laughing and shoving each other in a way only teenage boys can pull off.

“An outstanding zero to seven loss,” Akechi dictates with a dead voice. “What a team we make. I’m floored.”

“I can’t believe I didn’t notice!” Sumire exclaims, slapping her hand to her forehead. “I literally saw him running, and I didn’t put the pieces together.”

He shakes his head. “How are you focusing on his wish?” Akechi asks, leaning against the stone pillar near him. “It doesn’t matter what his wish is. The point is, we lost. We wasted this week, and we don’t have a choice other than to confront Kurusu alone.”

“You forgot about the whole point of our plan, Akechi. Just because his friends didn’t realize the truth right away, doesn’t mean they won’t.”

“They probably won’t.”

“We’ll just have to see, then. If Kurusu-senpai has one talent, it’s his natural…thing, with people. You get what I mean, right?”

“No.”

“Liar. And hey!” Sumire gives him a pointed look. “You aren’t doing this alone! We’re working together—like two peas in a pod.”

“Yes, I haven’t forgotten our oath of team spirit. But still, that doesn’t change the fact that with the combined powers of Maruki and Kurusu, we’re as good as dead,” he says, and pauses. “Unless Maruki isn’t there.”

Sumire frowns, “Even if we could, I don’t think we should kidnap a doctor.”

“I meant that he might willingly not be there. He’s quite democratic and trusting—I can see that he might leave this in Kurusu’s hands. Don’t be fooled, though. If Kurusu wanted us gone, we probably would be.”

“I can’t imagine that he would ever do something like that.” The idea of Akira using his powers in that way… she doesn’t even want to indulge in the thought.

“He won’t,” Akechi agrees. “He never shoots to kill when it comes to real people,” he sighs. “A weakness on his part.”

“But you’re still saying that we should fight senpai. Fight Kurusu Akira.”

“I’m saying we should beat some sense into him. Convince him like we tried to convince all of his little gremlins, except we succeed this time around,” his face pinches together, as if he had something sour. “It’s not as if we have a choice.”

She hesitates, despite knowing that Akechi’s right. He scoffs at her. “Worried about scratching up the pretty boy? Trust me—we couldn’t finish him off even if we tried.”

It’s a little worrying to see how sure he is that Akira is apparently very difficult to murder. “Fine,” Sumire relents. “But I’m still going to hope for the best with his friends.”

“Then I’ll prepare for the worst, as per usual.”

A water droplet hits Sumire’s cheek, startling her. She looks up to be greeted by dark clouds.

“It’s raining.”

“I suppose we should rest for today, considering what we’re up against.”

“Hold on,” Sumire says, feeling bold. “The Metaverse—I’m still a little unsure about all that but bear with me—is about the strength of the heart and cognition, right?”

“Yes?” he nods at her in a go on manner.

“So, hypothetically, if we got some…cognition strengthening breakfast food together—”

“No.”

“I think it would be beneficial to us!” she says. It really did seem like a good idea when she first thought it up, but she really should’ve expected the resistance that comes with it; Akechi seems to hate the notion of fun. “The way you looked at my plate from back then is still stuck in by brain on loop—”

“That look is called disgust—”

“It would be really fun! Or um, not fun, but advantageous to the strength of our—our Personas?”

She’s grasping at straws, but optimism is one of her better traits. Still, Akechi’s withering glare is proving to be a tough foe. Sumire’s not going to back down, though. Whether she wanted it to happen or not, she finds herself liking his company more and more despite his thorns (many, many thorns).

Sumire couldn’t help but break out into a grin when Akechi speaks, voice void of any emotion:

“I’m picking this time. IHOP is an abomination.”

—

She didn’t think that hole-in-the-wall breakfast cafes existed, and if she did, she most definitely never would’ve guessed that Akechi would be leading her to one.

Laughing out loud at the situation would grant her a death wish through Loki, but it’s impossible not to. The light pastel shades of the cafe are comically paradoxical to Akechi’s eternal conniving expression and tone, yet the employees seem to light up when he enters and even greet him by name.

He orders without even looking at the menu and she decides to get two of whatever he’s getting; partly because she has no idea what to get, mostly out of curiosity.

They seat themselves in one of the frilly booths and once the food arrives, she has to physically stop herself from drooling.The three tall stacks of pancakes were steaming, thick, fluffy, and perfectly golden brown. The neapolitan ice cream was placed precariously on top, slowly melting and all completely drizzled in chocolate and strawberry syrup. Akechi almost looks like he wants to tell her that it physically isn’t possible to fit both stacks inside of her, but she’s already halfway through her first stack by the time he eats a forkful.

Unable to hold back, Sumire brings up his comment from back when they all went to the Kichijoji cafe with Akira.

“Oh, that?” Akechi reaches over to grab the syrup bottle. “I said I didn’t like sweet bread. Sweets are, in and of itself,” he pours an alarming amount of strawberry syrup on his plate. “Not bad.”

The conversation is light—none of the darker topics that were present during their darts game. Sumire hesitatingly asks him what it’s like to work with the police as a detective. She wasn’t expecting a detailed point-by-point explanation about the cops being the most ‘incompetent people who have ever wielded any amount of power, and yes I’m counting Mona in his normal cat form.’

In turn, Akechi seems genuinely interested in Sumire’s athletic career, wondering if her skills help her fight in the Metaverse.

Eventually, they even start talking about more mundane topics; clubs that they might have been participating in (“Gymnastics, obviously” and “Detective work if that counts, but not so much anymore”), what Akechi’s high school is like (“Boring, but I get excused often enough that it makes it bearable”), if they’re on social media much (“Yes! But my smartphone can barely open up any apps” and “I have a phone number and an email—that should be enough”).

Despite Akechi’s ever-present clipped comments, Sumire has to admit that this was all a nice change of pace. She’s having fun, sitting here, eating pancakes and talking. And if his replies were getting less snippy and more talky, maybe he’s feeling the same way.

Even if it’s only for an afternoon, even if they have to fight their counselor who now apparently controls reality, even if they have to fight Kurusu Akira—

It’s nice to just act like two teenagers with a sweet tooth for a day.

—

It’s just as cold as it was a week ago.

They’ve already been transformed into their Metaverse customers, and it’s blessedly warmer near the elevator than it is on the outskirts. None of that matters though; not with them standing in front of Maruki’s Palace once again.

“It has a certain beauty,” Sumire comments. “The Palace.”

“It’s a safety hazard, is what it is. Realistically, these would all crumble like tissue paper without Maruki holding it all up.”

“Still,” the abnormal swirls and teetering light fixtures possess a charm that she finds lovely in it’s own way. “I can admire it for what it is.”

Akechi nods at the elevator, “Let’s get this over with.”

“Wait.”

He stops. “What?”

“Kurusu-senpai gave sort of a battle plan before we went in,” Sumire reminded him. “Do you have one?”

“Hit him harder than he hits you,” Akechi pulls out his serrated steel, reflecting the light of the entrance hall. “Other than that, don’t die, and don’t fall behind.”

All things considered, it isn’t the worst pep talk she’s ever heard.

They start off to the depths of the Palace. The journey to see Akira is different without him present, but it’s as if the shadows are purposefully less aggressive with them—whether it’s because Maruki wants them to get there safely or what, but it lets them traverse through the lab with a fair amount of ease.

An announcement rings through the grand halls. “VIP patients identified. We will now begin the grand tour—please head to the auditorium through the door on your left.”

Definitely Maruki, then.

“How kind of them to politely inform us of their location,” Akechi remarks, and they head further inward.

They pass by what looks like research centres—powerpoints plastered by pie charts and numbers, shadows giving lectures on cognition (which is a strange sight to see), brain scan posters and lab coats strewn about. Sumire imagines that this might be what a university would look like in amidst of organized chaos.

Turning the corner, a double-door awaits them.

“Alright,” Sumire steels herself, hand finding her rapier’s hilt. “I hope senpai’s ready for us.”

“Trust me,” he reaches out to grab the handle. “He will be.”

A hallway meets them when they pass through. A long, white staircase elegantly leads them down and into what looks like a small version of a football stadium—seats filled up with faceless shadows and unlit theatre lights are hung from the beams above. Maybe it’s because this area has an uncanny resemblance to her competition venues, but she feels a tingle run down her spine: the feeling of anticipation.

They walk to the centre of it with caution, footsteps slow yet it resounding out all the same. She glances forward, squinting slightly against the darkness; a set of stairs that lead atop a stage are laid out in front of them, carpeted and plush. Ready for a performance.

Suddenly, all the lights flash on, white fluorescence blaring down on them mercilessly. Sumire and Akechi cringe against the unrelenting assault on their corneas.

“Welcome back.”

On top of the steps stood Akira, cloaked in his black Phantom Thief garb and drenched in blinding lights.

“I’m glad you two seem to be doing good. Honestly, I was a little nervous at first,” he descends the staircase, unhurried, hands stuffed in his pockets. “Looks like I was worried for nothing.”

“Worried? About us?” Akechi levels him with an incredulous look. “We aren’t the ones who are actively advocating the side of brainwashing.”

“I’m advocating the side of my friends being happy again,” he corrects firmly, turning to make eye contact with Sumire. “I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me that they weren’t happy, that they weren’t over the moon with euphoria. If you can tell me that, then I’ll join you in the fight against Maruki.”

Gazing into Akira’s eyes, Sumire opens her mouth, before looking away.

“That’s what I expected,” he shrugs, “It’s nice seeing them happy, right? But I’m not stupid—that won’t stop you two. You’re nearly as stubborn as I am.”

“Senpai,” she pleads. “I don’t want to fight you.”

“Neither do I. But you need to get Maruki to revert reality back to what it was,” Akira adjusts his gloves, and they both tense. “And to get to him, you have to get through me.”

“He’s really not backing down, isn’t he?” she mutters, her heart rate picking up rapidly.

Akechi snarls. “The tide sooner stop washing up before he quits being a fucking idiot.”

“You guys ready?” Akira calls. His tone is light, but there’s an undeniable glint to his eyes, similar to how the edge of a knife reflects light, and spreads his arms out. “Give it all you’ve got.”

Sumire meets Akechi’s eyes, and they nod.

They had a strategy, as loose as it was; there’s strength in numbers, and for once they have the advantage—pin him down, corner him, whatever they can manage, and incapacitate him until he listens to what they have to say. While this plan would certainly be more effective with more people, two should be enough to get the job done.

The air whistles around them as they dart forward, masks burning blue.

“Give him hell, Loki!”

The monochrome trickster bursts from the cinders with its eyes dead set on Akira. He raises a heavy hand and brings down his blade, slamming into the flooring as if it was warm butter, but Akira was already gone—he had hopped away just in time, giving them a cocky little smile.

Akechi snarled and swung again, only for Akira to bend backwards as if he’s in the most crucial game of limbo in recorded history, Laevatein missing him by an inch.

Before he can straighten himself again, Sumire shouts, “Dance, Cendrillon!”

As if the bells of midnight were calling her, a woman of glass and elegance manifests, white cloak blowing back from an unknown wind. A burst of light shoots from her crystal form but Akira had expected it, turning his bend into a backwards roll, not even trying to hide his grin. She’s starting to think that he was lying to her when he said he had no history with gymnastics. Maybe once this is all done, she could introduce him to her coach.

This back and forth continues, black and white and red all clashing together without anyone finding a target at all—that is, if Akira even had a target to begin with.

It’s as maddening as it is impressive to see him dodge and parry every attack; a hop here, a tilt there. It’s almost as if he knows what they were going to do before they even did it. It’s glaringly obvious why, yet it was another simple fact they overlooked—he was their leader, the person who made sure they had two, three, four possible strategies in their back pocket going into every fight. If not to ensure victory, then he does it to make sure that each and every one of them were capable enough to keep themselves safe.

But that just makes it all the more impossible to gain the upper hand.

By the time Akira had traversed nearly half the stadium in his evasion, not a hair out of place and unperturbed, Akechi and Sumire were breathing hard.

“He has,” Sumire gasps between breaths. “No intention of hitting us.”

“Dammit,” he hisses. “He’s turning this into a stamina battle.”

“Did you guys think I’d attack?” Akira frowns. Squinting at Sumire, he rummages through his pockets and tosses something to her. She catches it on instinct and peers down at the bottle of Arginade in her hand.

“It isn’t much, but I don’t want you hurting yourselves over this. I’d, uh, give one to Akechi too, but I think he’d throw it at my head or something.”

“Thank you,” Sumire sets the bottle down gingerly. “But I don’t think I should.”

“Suit yourself.”

“He’s wasting our time,” says Akechi. He points his steel at the corridor behind Akira. “Let’s just move past and find Maruki ourselves.”

She nods and they take a step forward before—

“Come, Black Frost.”

A flash of blue and a split second is all it took for the hallway’s entrance to be completely concealed in thick ice. “If you do that though, we’re gonna have a problem.”

“That wall won’t be enough to stop Cendrillon, senpai.”

“Probably not,” Akira agrees, gloved hand touching an invisible mask. “But a week was a lot of time to mix up some Personas.”

The implication makes Sumire swallow—Akechi wasn’t exaggerating.

“We have to stop him here,” she says quietly. “Even if we got lucky and ran, there’s no way we can reach Dr. Maruki with senpai trying to catch us.

Akechi clicks his tongue. “Unfortunately. We can’t win against him in a battle of stamina, but if we move fast and hit hard enough, we can catch him off guard.” His eyes flicker at Akira watching them speak, posture relaxed. “I’ve never had to reserve energy in a fight much, so this is the best plan with what we have.”

“Got it.”

“Don’t hold back,” Akechi huffs the same time Sumire says, “Don’t kill him.”

And then they sprint forward, rapidly closing in the distance to Akira.

Akechi meets her look before they split off wordlessly, approaching their target from either side.

“Hit him hard, Loki!”

“Aid me, Cendrillon!”

Curse and bless, dark and light come at Akira like a hand of judgement, narrowly escaping by flipping backwards with one hand and throwing out the other. “Let’s go, Yoshitsune.”

And like a scene from a classic Japanese period tale, a swordsman emerges from the embers, dual-wielding Katanas in either hand. WIth an air of divinity, he slices sideways, forcing the two to jerk away.

Perhaps it’s the effect of the Metaverse, its link to cognition, but the use of words became futile beyond the calling of their Personas—she can judge what Akechi had in mind without language just as he can support her in her strikes, where to stand so they don’t get caught in each other’s crossfire.

Sumire pulls out her rapier and swipes at Akira’s torso but it’s too slow; he shifts out of the way and again to dodge Akechi’s bullets like a true Phantom Thief—as elusive and hard to catch as mist.

“You’re pulling your punches, Yoshizawa!” Akechi shouts.

“I’m not trying to kill him!” Cendrillon moves her own weapon impossibly quick, glowing lines appearing midair like a child drawing on paper, and it all bursts in unison—slicing through everything indiscriminately, yet Akira remains untouched.

“Give me some credit,” he calls, coattail swishing stylishly. “I don’t think I’m doing too bad.” Yoshitsune dashes forward, armor glinting and steel sparking as lightning shoots from his katanas, several inches to Sumire’s right. It leaves her hair filled to the brim with static.

Exhausting as their back and forth was, Akira hadn’t once attacked them directly. Even when they roll or sidestep, every movement is accounted for and he adjusts his blows in turn—close enough for them to stagger back from him, but never enough for them to be touched. The message was clear: I’d never hurt you, but there’s no chance in hell I’m letting you win, either.

Still, Sumire wipes her glistening temple as Loki brings down his blade where Akira was and into the ground, the collision forceful enough to make the stage lights above rattle. It’s beginning to be clear that it would be near impossible to maintain Akira’s pin-point accuracy, given his lack of compromise on it. His rolls are getting lethargic, backflips half-assed; whether he knew it or not, he’s beginning to slow down.

And Akechi is starting to get desperate.

Precise swings from before are losing control, wild ones taking place instead.

Akira reaches up once more. “Lend me a hand, Metatron.”

What looks like an archangel crafted during the industrial revolution bursts forth where Yoshitsune once stood, eyes filled with divinity and judgement as he launches a small army of rainbow, psychokinetic spheres around Akechi’s vicinity, but fatigue causes a slight miscalculation—one of the pink orbs barely grazes his brown hair, causing him to flinch back from shock.

It didn’t hurt, it couldn’t have hurt, but it’s the first hit the Akira had landed all day, accidental or otherwise.

A beat passes as they both freeze, and Sumire slows when she sees the expression on Akira’s face, unobstructed by his mask; all the bravado, the cockiness and boldness is gone like it was never there. In its place, a gaunt, horrified look.

“I…” he breathes, unnaturally pale. “Shit, I’m sorry. Here, just…” he starts rummaging through his pockets, hands shaking. “I know I have a bead in here somewhere, just let me—” Akira’s voice cracks. “Dammit, of course I can’t find it when I actually—why can’t I—”

Akechi takes an uneasy step backwards, overexertion threatening to take over. As if it weighs a hundred pounds, he raises an arm, red eyes disturbingly bright and dead-set on Akira.

Sumire feels her breath catch in her throat; she’s in a clear position to see it happen. Akira is still frantically looking through his stuff, an overwhelming guilt seeming to cloud his senses. Akechi, in his state of mind and body, is refusing to see the facts in favor of following his instincts—because even now, he still truly believes that Akira will remain untouched, no matter what.

Because, to Akechi, he is Kurusu Akira.

“Come, Loki!”

“Goro, wait!” Sumire cries.

Time slows down as Loki raises his blade, serrated steel exuding a curse potent enough to bring down any archangel to its knees several times over. And Akira looks up, eyes wide and dilated, but it’s too late to do anything other than take a deep breath and tense himself for the devastating blow—

Footsteps resound behind them, light and fast, and before Sumire can even turn around, a familiar voice yells out:

“I don’t fucking think so.”

Sakamoto Ryuji sprints past her and as Loki brings down his sword, stands directly in front of Akira, arms wide and acting like a barricade between him and the rest of the world.

[its-pronounced-quoassoint]

Power Rangers AU-Chapter 3

Pairings: romantic Logicality, Prinxiety, Demus, Remile

This Chapter Features: YouTuber!Patton, Patton centric story line

This Chapter Warnings: crying, angst, mentions of dead characters, reluctantcy, sympathetic Remus

Credit for this AU goes to @when-day-met-the-knight (specifically this post).

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Chapter 3-Pink

Patton kept a diary. When he was younger he would stay up late at night, using pens to write in composition notebooks. Assigning different colors to different days of the week, doodling in the margins, dating every page in the top right corner, and taking time to think of a title for each day. At the bottom of every page Patton would rate how well the day was on a scale of one to five and doodle a little face that showed how he felt. 

Keeping a diary was one of the few constants in Patton's life. After so much change and heartbreak, holding on to something, as silly as diary keeping, made Patton’s time a little more enjoyable.

When he received his first phone, Patton decided that a digital diary would be more convenient. He downloaded a simple note taking app, and began writing about his day there. 

The advantage to a digital diary was he could write wherever he wanted. Patton sat on the bus to school, typing fervently. It was their first day back since the last attack and he had not gotten enough homework done as he would have liked. Patton was letting out some feelings onto his phone and listening to the chatter of the kids around him. 

Patton is very aware of the fact that many of them were staring at him in awe. Especially the middle schoolers. Typically his audience on YouTube was middle schoolers. He knew having a few million subscribers got him attention and Patton had accepted that attention as part of his everyday life. It meant nothing to him now. A sort of bitter exchange. He didn’t feel the nervousness he used to when people approached him for pictures. The right feelings he got when young minds randomly appeared next to him and wanted to ask about being a YouTuber. However, that also meant he didn’t get the rush of happiness when some small kid praised or thanked him. He didn’t really feel that delighted feeling of pride anymore. 

Patton typed on his phone until the bus pulled up to the high school. Patton stepped off the bus after almost tripping over several small kids in the bus isle. He began rolling up to the school, warm humid air hitting him. It had rained horribly the day before and him, along with several other fluffy haired people, were feeling the affects. 

Patton opened the doors for a few high schoolers behind him and walked in. Heading for his locker immediately. After gathering his things Patton began taking his bag to his first hour.

“Hey Pat.” The familiar voice of Naomi, one of his close friends, greeted him.

“Hey Mi.” Patton smiled at her, moving a little in the hall so she could walk next to him.

“How was break?” 

“Ugh, did not get any homework for Leed’s class done.” Patton rolled his eyes. “But, ya know, got some editing finished.”

“Well, I don’t think the teachers honesty expect us to have gotten anything done.” Naomi tried to soothe him. 

“Yeah.” Patton sighed. They stepped into their shared first hour and continued to talk. A few more friends walked in and began talking with them, but Patton dropped away from them quickly. 

He never felt particularly attached to the people in his school. It was hit or miss with people you talked to. Patton was very aware of his social standing as ‘the most popular person in high school’, but he attributed that to his YouTube channel’s success. It wasn’t like he didn’t have friends. He certainly had people wanting to be his friend. However, it was never the type of connection that Patton would see on tv. No best friend sleepovers, skipping class together, eating cookies late at night while watching Netflix. Patton wasn’t proud of the fact that he didn’t have a close friend like that, but he figured he should take what he gets.

Besides, he still had friends.

Lunch was an easy time for Patton. He typically sat with Naomi in the library. Sure that’s not what one would expect from a popular socialite like Patton, but the cafeteria was simply too loud. Hectic and scary were adjectives Patton often described lunch as. He didn’t eat much at lunch either. He never really ate much. There wasn’t a lot of time to eat. 

Patton often spent his time listening to his friends’ problems, studying, doing something for the array of clubs he was in, or editing for YouTube. There wasn’t much time for anything else, but that was okay. Patton enjoyed doing all of those-besides studying-so it wasn’t like he missed anything. There was nothing to miss when he didn’t know of much else he could do.

Mondays were usually not the favorite day of the week for any student, never mind any person. However, they were Patton’s favorite. Why? Well, Mondays after school, Patton got to go down to the freshman biology teacher’s room and run the QSA at his school. He loved the QSA. He had been going since 8th grade, when he couldn’t technically go because he wasn’t in high school. 

However, he dedicated a lot of time to the QSA and had become the president of the club in junior year. He was elated to be in it and was able to get together a team to spread the word about it and set up fun activities. It was one of the only things about school that Patton documented in his YouTube videos.

Patton didn’t like to talk about school too much for fear of it interfering with him graduating, but he was able to take videos of everything that happened with QSA. Much to the delight of his viewers.

Patton sat anxiously in 6th hour, awaiting the final bell that meant he could head down to the club room. Sadly though, sixth hour was just getting under way, so he would have to wait.

“Welcome back to sixth hour!” Patton’s calc teacher, Mrs. Ryans began. “I know school only had been a few weeks in when the attacks hit, and it essentially feels like the next semester, but we’ll be doing a small project!”

The class cheered a little. Projects for her class were typically easier than usual class work. She would often pair up students to work on it together, making it all the easier on Patton. Usually Mrs. Ryans paired Patton with Logan, who was more than happy to help Patton on the project. Patton loved partnering with Logan, he was understanding of Patton’s schedule and never got frustrated with Patton’s inability to meet in order to work on the project. Though Patton had heard he was quite the opposite with other partners in different classes.

“So, I didn’t really have the time nor the care to make a list of partners, so, your table partners will do for this.” Mrs. Ryans sighed.

Patton met Logan’s eye with a disappointed look and shrugged. Logan returned the sentiment before looking toward Remus next to him. Logan smacked the snickering idiot.

Patton turned to his table partner Dee and gave him a warm smile that was met with a side smile, reserved for Patton alone. 

“Donnie can you pass out the papers?” Mrs. Ryans asked.

“Sure!” Donnie smiled and stood, grabbing the stack of papers that explained the assignment.

“Mrs. Ryans! Dee and I need to be partners.” Kayley Holt said a few rows behind Patton. 

“Uh, no.” Mrs. Ryans trailed off giving Kayley a questioning look.

“But we have to be. We have co-dependency anxiety and we’re both super anxious without each other! We have to be partners.” Kayley demanded.

Patton looked over to Dee who held a blank expression rivaling Lady Gaga’s ‘poker face’. Patton could tell he was not happy with the arrangement Kayley was trying to pull.

“You know what Kayley, I know you’re lying to me about this so don’t even try and pull this stunt again, but fine, you and Dee can be partners. Just don’t whine when you two both get Cs on the assignment cause you didn’t work.” Mrs. Ryans pointed at Kayley. Then pointed at her table partner. “Roman, you’ll pair with Patton.”

Patton smiled over at Roman who dramatically smiled back. 

“This will be due on Friday and I expect it typed, nothing handwritten! Heck knows you people write in hieroglyphics.” Mrs. Ryans dismissively waved her hand. “You will have Thursday in class to work on it if you need but if you don’t you can just have this as a free hour.”

Patton received the paper and began reading over the project. Dee and Roman switched places and the two dove into the work. Dividing it between themselves and scheduling times to meet to work on it.

“Are you free tonight after QSA?” Roman asked.

“Yeah, you?” 

“Mhm. I don’t think Logan or Remus have anything going on either. We can all kinda work on it together at my place.” Roman turned to where Logan and Remus sat across the room. “Logan! Remus! Come here.” 

Logan and Remus turned to Roman who was waving them over enthusiastically. The two look at each other before Logan shrugged and began walking their way. Logan and Remus sat down across from Patton and Roman, the four began talking about going to the twins’ home after QSA to work on the project.

“Well what am I supposed to do while you three are in your club?”  Remus asked

“You can come if you want. We’re doing some stuff for the underclassmen for homecoming.” Patton told Remus.

“I though they called off Homecoming.” Roman looked at Pat.

“Well, they did,” Patton trailed off. “but the freshmen on the QSA group chat were so upset, I mean I couldn’t let them be so disappointed.” 

“What did you do? Pay ‘em off?” Remus whispered.

“What?! No!” Patton whispered back. Not fully knowing why he was whispering, so he stopped. “I just argued to the superintendent that they deserved a Homecoming.” 

“How? He never changes his mind.” Roman smiled.

“Well, I mean, I’m good at convincing people, I guess.” Patton shrugged. “But yeah, homecoming is back on.” 

“None of us go to homecoming though.” Roman pointed out.

“Yeah, but the freshmen and sophomores like going and some juniors go and I know I don’t have time to go, but they deserve some fun. The town’s ten pm curfew doesn’t exactly give any kids the chance to hang out with their friends like normal teenagers.” Patton explained.

“Well, it’s nice for you to do something for them. Having experiences with their friends, like homecoming, will make it all the easier to deal the trauma of the attacks.” Logan finally said.

“Thank you Logan.” Patton nodded. “Now, is that all settled. We just head to your place after QSA?”

“Yep.” Roman nodded.

Patton smiled at him and began texting his foster mother the plan. Class ended a while after that and the four began their walk to the science wing of the school. Heading to Mr. Travis’s-the QSA faculty advisor-room. The room was already full of kids from every grade. Eager freshmen were talking nervously to their friends while the other two seniors looked around commenting on how they were used to it by now. 

“Hey guys!” Patton said as he entered.

“Patton!” Jana, a sophomore, squeaked when he entered. “I passed the project!”

“I knew you would! You’ve gotta stop doubting yourself.” Patton congratulated her.

“I know, I know.” She giggled. “Camera?” Jana put out her hands expectantly.

“Here!” Patton walked over to one of the cabinets and pulled out the camera he used for filiming. He handed it to Jana who giddily heded over to  tripod and began setting up eqquipment. "Okay everyone, before I begin with what we're doing today can we set up the tables into one long table?"

The group got up from their chairs, still chatting, and began arranging the tables the way Patton had asked. Once done helping, Patton walked to the 'head' of their make-shift table and sat down. Jana started up the cameras and sound and Patton began. 

"Homecoming is back on, which means another year of having to find a date, dress nice, and so on. So, what I’ve decided to do, is spend this week, next week, and however much longer making flower crowns.” Patton announced. “I know it’s a little childish, but pride flag flower crowns are so much fun to make and afterward you get really good at them”

“I love it.” Cami, one of the juniors said. 

“Thanks Cami.” Patton smiled. “Make some for yourself, make some for our friends, make pride flag ones, make any color ones, doesn’t matter, just use all the flowers. I printed out a bunch of instructions on different types of crowns and other jewelry you can make with the flowers. Just have fun with it!”

Mr. Travis entered the room with loads of flowers in his hand and his daughter trailing behind, also carrying many flowers. 

“Here we are.” He grunted, setting them down. 

“Thanks Mr. Travis.” Patton smiled. “Let’s get started!”

The club dispersed into groups and began making crowns, chatting with their friends, and goofing around. Patton was pulled over to a group of sophomores and freshmen who wanted to talk. 

He looked over to see Logan, Roman, and Remus talking quietly while making the crowns. Patton smiled, even Remus was making a pride flag flower crown. 

After some time he walked over to Logan, Roman, and Remus. The three stopped talking quickly and focused a little too intensely on the flower crowns. 

QSA ended far too quickly for Patton’s liking, but he and the three others left for Roman’s house soon. They talked the whole way, mainly Remus, and were very quickly entering the home. 

Patton and Roman went to the living room and lazily began talking about the project. Logan and Remus went to the dining room and Logan attempted to make progress while Remus threw Cheetos in the air and tried to catch them in his mouth. 

Patton looked around the house. It was huge. Large eggshell white walls and intimidating furnishings. It barely looked lived in. 

“Hey Roman,” Patton started, “can you point me to the bathroom?”

“Yeah sure, the closest one is just down that hallway.” Roman pointed to a dark hallway. “I’m pretty sure it’s on the right. You’ll find it.”

“Thanks.” Patton smiled. 

He got up and headed that way, not quite sure what he was doing. He didn’t need to go to the bathroom, but something about the house felt so familiar. He had to find out why. Why did being in the home feel off yet inviting. It didn’t make any sense. Patton has always been good at feelings. Knowing what they are in him and observing them in others. This though, this was different. 

Patton walked down the hallway toward a door, feeling the pull even more intensely. Every step was pulling him forward. Why was it so familiar?

Patton opened the door and stepped into an extremely dark room. Patton’s eyes could barely adjust. Without realizing it he had entered the room and was running his hand along the objects in the room. The feeling grew to an overwhelming point and Patton tried to pull away and go back to the living room, but to no avail. Then something grabbed him. It wrapped around his wrist and tightened into a perfect fit. Patton was finally able to pull his hand back and looked at the thing on his wrist. 

A bracelet. Glowing pink and swirling around his wrist. 

Patton screamed. 

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no,” Patton continued. He just stared at the bracelet in horror trying to get it off him as fast as possible. 

Patton distantly heard Logan call his name. Pounding footsteps headed his way and the lights around him were flipped on.

Patton barely noticed, he just focused on tearing the bracelet off of him. 

“Patton?!” Logan yelled for his attention. 

“Get it off, get it off, oh please just get this thing off of me.” Patton cried out. 

“What?” Roman started, but stopped when Patton turned and showed them the bracelet. “Oh.”

“Please just get it off, please, please,” Patton suddenly stopped, staring at Remus. “You-you’re-“

“Remus!“ Roman chided, noticing the mace he had in his hand.

“What? We didn’t know why Patton was screaming! It could have been a minion.”

“Jeez Remus.” Roman shook his head. 

“You’re the Green Ranger?” Patton asked shakily. “Which one are you Logan?”

“I-uh blue.” Logan hurried out an answer. 

“Logan! You can’t just tell every pretty boy you’re the Blue Ranger!” Roman smacked Logan on the shoulder.

“I’m not!” Logan’s face turned a bright red.

“Oh this is a disaster.” Roman sighed.

“I know.” Logan looked away.

“Look, I don’t care! I won’t tell anyone, I promise! You can trust me! Just please get this off of me! I don’t want to be a Ranger please!” Patton begged.

“Patton-“

“Can you take this off or not?” Patton asked, tears welling in his eyes. 

“I-uh-no.” Logan stuttered. “We don’t know how.”

“Fine.” Patton stood and looked at Roman. His expression hard as tears began falling ever so slightly. “I need to borrow your car.”

“What?” Roman asked startled.

“I need to borrow your car, drive to Thomas, and get him to pull this horrible thing off my wrist.” Patton said, his voice steady.

“Patton we-“

“Please.” Patton broke down into a quiet sob. “Please just let me-“

“We’ll drive you. It’s unsafe to drive when you’re upset like this.” Logan said quickly. “Roman let’s go.”

“Ok-okay.” Roman turned and headed out of the room.

The four quickly ran out of the house and into a car. Roman started it up and began driving. Remus sat quietly in the passenger seat, looking at Patton nervously. Logan and Patton sat in the back, Patton silently crying into Logan’s chest. Logan wrapped an arm around Patton’s shoulders, holding him soothingly.

They pulled up to Thomas’s house and frantically ran to the front door.

“Thomas! Thomas! We need you open up!” Roman knocked on the door loudly.

The door swung open and a little kid stood there worried. “What’s going on?”

“Emile! Where’s your dad?” Roman asked frantically. 

“Coming coming! What is it?! Is someone hurt! What happened?” Thomas asked. He looked at the four. 

Remus and Roman stood awkwardly on the small porch. And a little ways behind them, Logan held a crying Patton.

“Wha-“ Thomas stopped himself. “Patton?”

“Thomas!!” Patton pulled away from Logan and raced to Thomas. He fell into Thomas’s arms and sobbed harder.

“Oh Pat. It’s okay I-I know.” Thomas tried soothing him. “Come on lets all go inside.”

Thomas led the four inside. Patton collapsed on the couch and looked around, drying his tears.

“Thomas, get it off of me.” Patton started shakily.

“Patton, you know that’s not how it works.”

“I don’t care. It needs to come off. I’m not breaking my last promise with Talyn. I won’t do it.” Patton shook his head. Once again grabbing at the bracelet and trying to pull it off.

Emile put a hand on Patton’s bracelet to stop him from tanking at it. 

“Patton, you know Talyn would be proud of you no matter what. They knew that it wasn’t a choice you got to make. You were chosen. They would be so proud to know you’re the next Pink Ranger.” Thomas smiled.

“No!” Patton’s tears started up yet again. “I promised! I said I would never! I told them I would never become a Ranger. It’s dangerous and heartbreaking and it tore Talyn away from me! It took Joan and Talyn from me! It took them both and it almost took you!”

“Patton, I know.” Thomas sighed, stepping closer to Patton who only pulled away. 

Roman, Remus, and Logan stood in the kitchen eyeing the scene and trying to understand whatever was going on. 

“I can’t do this. I won’t do this.” Patton stated firmly. 

“Patton, don’t you remember when you were younger and all you wanted to be was a Ranger? You were so excited to be everything Talyn was and more.”

“I was young. And stupid. And I still am. I’m not ready for this. Talyn didn’t want this.”

“Talyn knew that this would happen. They knew you would be Ranger. It was simply your destiny. You know that. We all knew that.” Thomas sighed. “Talyn just didn’t want you to feel pressured. Talyn knew the risks and didn’t want you to go through the pain.”

“If it weren’t for the morphers, Talyn, and Joan, and Valerie, and Terrence, and Dominic would all still be here! You wouldn’t have been the only Ranger for the past ten years! You wouldn’t be doing this on your own.” Patton cried. 

“Pat-“

“Thomas, please just get it off of me.” Patton held out his wrist to Thomas. “Please. I can’t do this, please.”

"Patton. I-I-"

"Pat, please." Emile took Patton's jaw in his hand. "I know it hurts, but think about what you're doing. You know you can't take it off. Once it's on you, you can't just take the morpher off. It's there and there's nothing you can do. So, what you need to do, is live up to that amazing loving person the morpher chose. The morpher chose you because you bring heart and care and compassion to the team. You're made for this role and I know you can do it. Though you may not feel it now, it's still there."

"Emile-“

“When we were so much younger do you remember pretending to be Rangers together. You were always the brave Pink Ranger, swooping in your save me from the Dragon Witch. You just wanted to help me. You’ve always wanted to be a Ranger and you’ve always wanted to help people. Please don’t give up on that. You know for a fact Talyn only said that to try and keep you safe. No matter what you’ve promised them, or Joan, or Megan, you want to do this.” Emile stopped him. “You don’t have to be afraid. You’ve got a team by your side.”

They sat in silence. Patton’s tears had dried on his face and he desperately tried to talk but found no sound coming out. His chest heaved and ached. Patton could only squeeze Emile’s hand in his and sniffle.

“I’m sorry.” Patton squeaked. “I’m so sorry.”

“No, don’t be sorry. Pat of course you’d feel this way. No one expects you to immediately want to be a Ranger. Especially after what happened with Talyn. No one blames you for feeling this way.” Thomas assured him.

“Thank you, I-I know. I know it’s okay. It just still doesn’t feel that way. It doesn’t feel-feel-feel-“

“I’m sure it doesn’t. But it’s okay.” Emile whispered. 

Patton collapsed into Emile, just crying into the smaller boy. “It hurts so bad.”

Emile nodded and ran a soothing hand through Patton’s hair. As Patton continued trying to control his sobbing he felt more arms wrap around him. He shifted to see Roman, Remus, and Logan holding him gently, too gently. It was like they though one squeeze would break Patton in half. 

“You’re going to be the best Pink Ranger to ever fight.” Roman told him.

“Thank you I-I’m okay.” Patton smiled sweetly at the boys hugging him.

They pulled away, but stayed close. 

“I’m going to be okay.” Patton said a little shakily but calm. 

I’m ready. Patton wrote late that night in his diary. I’m going to be okay. 

Taglist:

@tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors@maddarc@pheonix-inside-reblogs@thisismysanderssidesblog@almost-all-my-ships-are-gay@mostpeopleannoyme@the-smol-est@i-sexually-identify-as-a-mistake@nadja-chamack16@too-bi-too-function

[sunfish999]

Types of People, Kpop ver.

tag yourself haha enjoy

BTS

enjoy Starbucks, typically get an Americano. actually like snakes and most animals. read fantasy romance novels, and that goes for movies as well. when gardening, they prefer flowers, and like the aesthetic of a color scheme. “I’m in love with Khalid”. yellow walls, acrylic paints on wood. starry nights and writing fanfiction at 4:30am. can be bossy but is logical and fair when making decisions. screams at the tv during sports games.

BAP

stealing roses from a neighbors garden. passionate about anything they set their minds to. is sort of basic but in a cute way. lying in bed all day, quilts made by a grandmother. orange lotus soap with a basil scent. writing song lyrics or sheet music, playing the ukelele painted with flowers by your best friend. listens to depressing emo music but somehow it motivates them. cliche daydreams about crushes, can’t get over them even after being rejected. frilly socks and black tights. chipped purple nail polish. 

VIXX 

very sweet, into astrology. carries a picture of their little nephew in a leather wallet. clear phone case with the space gray iphone 8. likes holding hands with family members, friends, and lovers. lives near the ocean and always has sand between their toes. salty hair. a fresh, lemon scent with a hint of lavender. prefers pinterest over tumblr. “Jon Bellion is SO underrated”. very organized but has lots of things. black doc martens with doodles in gel pen. carries unscented chapstick everywhere.  

MONSTA X

tries to be an emo kid but really isn’t. has a lot of money but saves it all for ‘charity’ or ‘college’. aces school but always sleeps in class. mcdonalds all the way. laying in the grass on a sunny day. has some acne but is beautiful anyway. your average alternative music taste. down to earth, grows vegetables for their families. upside down herbs hanging from the kitchen window. is super athletic and most likely plays basketball. really good hearing but can’t see for shit. round glasses that are mismatched. 

EXO

singing in the shower, loudly, along with the music on your ipod. brushing your teeth with kids crest toothpaste. lives in jumpsuits and denim jackets. no one knows but they hate the dark. horror movies ftw. an entire shelf in their bedroom is dedicated to plushies. “yes i have to stand on this chair to take a picture of my food”. family camping trips every summer. plays the clarinet and looks forward to band camp. blasts lofi chill hop music whenever they’re in need of inspiration. pretty hands, no piercings. lives for doing anything with other people, will never hesitate to help out someone in need. 

SHINEE 

super nostalgic, keeps a memory box and still talks to childhood friends. That One Mom Friend. wants to major in psychology. keeps a dream journal and has a tumblr dedicated to psychic research. talks to their dog more than people. huge fluffy white comforter. listens to country music. likes the moments when it’s raining but the sun is out, and most wait for a rainbow but it never appears. doodles on your arms in crayola markers. cheetah print parkas are the way to go in winter. could be in a roller derby or bowling league. 

GOT7 

opening a window during a thunderstorm and just listening. forgetting to write in their diary. pressed wildflowers that are ugly to some but pretty to them. black fountain pens and nothing else. brings a smoothie to class every morning but never forgets fries at lunch. indie music is their jam. covers up the dark circles under their eyes with concealer, since they stay up until 3am. sleeping in super late on weekends and finally feeling refreshed. star of the soccer team and the lead role in the school musical. clumsy but charming. love at first sight. 

NCT 

making pinterest foodie recipes. prints out wikihow pages and keeps them in a notebook with them at all times. could read steven king at night without getting scared. screeches at jump scares but cradles spiders. is the world flat? probably does ballet or works out 24/7. keeps potted plants on their windowsill but can’t figure out why they keep dying. never turns the fan on while showering and then draws figures on the glass. drake is my spirit animal. phone is always at 80% but they never bring a charger anywhere. makes you go on the biggest ride at amusement parks or the biggest slide at waterparks. risk-takers and daredevils. 

BIGBANG 

ironically, watches the big bang theory. and the office. and parks and rec. along with friends. they really enjoy buttery popcorn but skip the salt. listens to 80s music. just above passing grades, hate attention. likes drawing with charcoal on big sketchpads. backhugs for their lover, kisses that send shivers up your spine. silver ring on their middle finger, wears a plaid fannypack everywhere. loves making jokes and is a living meme. lives on a large campus at the uni, works out with friends and is enemies with their roommate. eyebrow piercings and no-makeup makeup. carries a water bottle everywhere. 

DAY6 

works hard in school and their grades reflect that. has social anxiety but no one knows. pretty posters tacked on the walls. graffiti on the bathroom stalls and on train cars. champion chalk artist. always gets ice cream in a dish. two spoons, they love to share. sitting on the roof of a skyscraper and looking at how awake the city is. thrift store shopping. loves reading biographies and watching documentaries. listens to classic rock. 

TWICE

a cat fanatic. watches sherlock, doctor who, and supernatural. is a total geek. makes theories on every tv show ever. can’t fall asleep at night thinking about government conspiracies. gasps when people say they haven’t watched every star wars or read harry potter. “you mean to tell me you don’t know who BILBO BAGGINS is??” stargazing on the roof of your house. spilling tea on your sweater but just shrugging it off. will probably be a best selling author one day. smiles and says ‘have a great day!’ to everyone they see. the guardians of the galaxy soundtrack is everything anyone ever needed.

LOONA 

has a favorite poet. cringes at their freshman year GPA of 3.7. listens to podcasts. carries around an almost ripped rucksack so stuffed with books it’s a miracle it hasn’t burst yet. wants to major in philosophy but minor in math. works in a cafe that sells pastries. studies while perched on cushions that cover the floor of their room. falls asleep in random places. owns a pet bird. sings while baking cookies and played the flute in seventh grade. is fluent in french. 

BLACKPINK 

is into photography. annoys a lot of people but doesn’t let it bother them. smells like sweet perfume. idolizes Audrey Hepburn and owns a book about elegance. it’s on their coffee table. likes vintage hats and wears lace bralettes under everything. owns a record player that continuously plays classic piano records from goodwill. feels like they were born in the wrong generation. tries to capture their emotions with a camera. picks daisies and is an expert at making flower crowns.

RED VELVET 

has a sweet tooth. likes cookies and cakes and candies. desperately wants to travel to london. has an art instagram where they post calligraphy. plays card games every saturday. mornings in the saddle and stroking their horse. collects the eggs from their chickens each morning to make omelets. has quote decals on their walls. dazzling white smile and red lipstick. works as a nanny for the kids down the street. is always tired. listens to slow love songs and teaches ballroom dancing and waltzes. 

F(X)

is cool and they know it. pulls all nighters with ease, handles alcohol well. takes risks only because they have nothing to lose. is dissatisfied with life. predicted their own death and has written their will already. sells old notes and tests to younger students, as well as being an irish literature tutor. likes reading shakespeare. is the heartthrob of the school. stares out the window during class but can answer whatever question the teacher asks. ripped jeans and fishnets is a winning combination. is a black belt in taekwondo. only ever drinks hot chocolate. 

i don’t even know what half of these mean but tag yourself lmao this took years its 3:01am 

[notquitejiraiya]

letters to neji [#15] - LeeTen

Here we are, back again for yet another chapter. I’m kind of on a roll with these, so I hope you’re still enjoying them. Thank you to those of you who know who you are for the absolutely lovely feedback you’ve given me on this story. I’m so glad you’re enjoying it as much I enjoy writing it.

This site needs more LeeTen fan fiction. Anyway, enjoy! :) 

As someone requested I put all previous parts in the description, here they are, in order:

[1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11] [12] [13] [14] 

.   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .

Neji,

I write this letter from the comfort of my bed in the middle of the day, wallowing in self pity and depreciation, because what the hell have I done?

I went; I did it. Last night I mustered up the courage and I went, unlike I expected. And, of course, Lee was there, perched on a rock and obediently waiting for me. He was fiddling with the edges of his bandages, fraying them slightly, seemingly unaffected by the rain that battered down upon his shoulders. I could instantly tell he was nervous, before he even locked eyes on me, and my stomach dropped.

There was no doubt in my mind that I cared for Lee - there wasn’t even any doubt that I cared for him in the same why he did me - but how was I to voice that? And how was I to face him given that I knew all of his thoughts; thoughts that he had no idea that I was aware of.

He still hadn’t turned around, even when my toe kicked aside a stone into a puddle and a gentle splash echoed throughout the clearing. The rain pattering down sent a shiver through my body, and instantly I regretted my presence. I was unprepared and terrified, but I didn’t have the heart to let him sit here hoping and never show.

I do love him after all.

So I stepped closer, praying he would turn around so I didn’t have to speak first; praying that he’d start this conversation that divinities had already written to be awkward. But my prayers weren’t answered.

I stood beside the rock, biting hard on my lip to keep myself from bawling my eyes out, and uttered the only thing I could think to say, “I saw you left flowers for Neji.”

Immediately the fingers that fiddled mindlessly with his bandages came to a halt, and his head turned slightly. Big, dark eyes looked at me like a deer in headlights, totally surprised and unsure how to proceed. I knew something else then, too:

He hadn’t been expecting me to come.

“They’re beautiful,” I added with a gulp. “I hope you don’t mind but I took some sunflowers, too. You know, since-”

“Since Hinata is not in the village, yes.” Lee nodded, getting to his feet slowly. “She will like that.”

I reciprocated the movement, ending with my eyes staring down.

Never in my life had I felt like this. Neither had he by the look in his eyes when I looked up.

“I wanted to talk to you,” he said softly, biting down on his lip. “However, I do not know how to begin. It is long and it is hard to say, and no matter how hard I try I do not seem able to perfect it, Tenten.”

All I could think was: Oh, he thinks I don’t know what’s coming...

Am I evil? Should I have just told him that I knew right there and then, and put the poor man out of his misery? Because I didn’t! Instead, I watch him fumble and fail with his words, chewing on his lip as raindrops stuck his bangs to his face like superglue. And the whole time all I could do was nod and stay silent, hoping that he’d finally string a sentence together longer than, “Um, I, er...I just wanted to tell you...um, I...”

Until finally he fell back down onto the rock, rubbing his face with his hands like he was trying to remove every feature, and shaking his head as he went. “No, no, no, I cannot do it. I am sorry, Tenten, I made you come out here in the rain. I made you get cold just for this. I wasted your time. I am so sorry.”

“No, no, no!” I insisted, crouching down before him and placing my hand on his knee. “It’s okay, Lee, really. You haven’t wasted my time at all.”

He silenced himself, wiping the water from his eyes. My heart grew faster as I wondered if what he was wiping wasn’t rainwater. With each shiver he gave, I felt a little more awful - a little less human and a little more animal, more primitive.

“We need to get inside,” I firmly told him. “It’s freezing out here.”

“No!” His voice was sharp and sudden. “I wanted to talk to you here; where it’s our place.”

Something inside my stomach fluttered. “O-Our place?”

“Yes,” he added, gulping.

He looked down at me, lost and afraid, like a little boy who had nobody to hold him. Neji, how I wanted to hold him so close and tell him it was all okay. But I didn’t; merely looked at him pathetically and felt a single tear run down my own cheek. I knew what he was about to say, after all.

“You know the building Gai-Sensei first took us to? I consider that mine and Neji’s place, though I know that means next to nothing anymore.”

“Oh, Lee, don’t say that-”

“But this? This is our place Tenten. You and me...” His voiced trailed off and I grabbed his hand. Once again his eyes shot up. “And him. Always him.”

“But?”

“But nothing, Tenten. This place is where I feel at home - not some cold and empty apartment, that is not my home. I have learned much from our comrades, from our friends, but the thing I have come to learn from Neji - from our Neji and his passing - is the feeling of home.” He smiled softly at me. The rain grew harder. “When he left us I felt like home was gone. Like the life I had created for myself had fallen to pieces, ripped to shreds by the horrible man who orchestrated it all.”

(These big words from Lee surprised me too, I know. But trust me, it’s ingrained in my head now!)

“But remember when you came to me, crying and so full of pain and I told you to write a letter to him? That it would ease the pain?”

I gulped as I nodded. Of course I know.

“Well I did it, as well,” he added. “I wrote one before I told you to, and it made me feel at peace a little more - that is why I told you to do it, too. But I also wrote one today.” His eyes drifted to our hands, tangled in his lap. “And this time...this time I wrote about you, Tenten.”

No words came from my mouth as I tried to speak, merely a feeble sound that might’ve been mistaken from surprise. But what irony that was, and I was afraid my expression wouldn’t hide it much longer.

“I did see a letter when I went to take the flowers to him,” I replied, truthfully.

“Yes. I know he cannot read it and that he will not reply to me, but I wanted to let him know; I wanted to talk to my best friend again. This is the sort of thing best friends talk about, after all.” He bit down on his lip and looked me dead in the eye. I could feel myself shaking as he asked, “Who is your best friend, Tenten? Is it Sakura?”

Sighing I looked away, unsure how to formulate a sentence. “When it comes to girls, I suppose she is, yeah.”

“But not girls? It is Neji, right?”

“No,” I answered, finally with some power to my tone. “Actually, Lee, I’d reckon it’s you.”

A blush flew across his cheeks, accentuated by the stinging cold that brightened the tip of his nose. For a moment I forgot what he was going to say to me in mere moments, and just held on to that precious moment: one where he looked happy, where he looked fulfilled and proud. I didn't want it to end.

But, as you know better than either of us, all things seem to eventually.

“But you love him though, don’t you? Not me.”

And with it, I froze. Although I’d been expecting it from the moment I stepped out of my door, I couldn’t move my limbs or my mouth at all. My chest caved, deep and enclosed, suffocating me within myself. God, it didn’t make sense. All I needed to say was no, because that was the truth. Yes, I adore you, Neji, as you know, but Lee means the world to me now. I should have just said no; it should have been so easy just to smile and shake my head.

But I didn’t.

What I did was stand up, shake my head desperately hoping he’d understand me and fled. I ran so fast home, knowing full well he couldn’t keep up with me given his injuries, but wishing I’d turn around and see him stood there waiting. I have no right to wish that though; had I not wimped out, it would all be fine. I would be content and Lee...Lee would be happy, compared to whatever mess I have left him in now.

And so I’ve gone and fucked it up again, Neji, just as Gai-Sensei begged me not to. He told me to be more careful of Lee’s feelings, and what did I do? I didn’t even throw them back in his face, did I? I just let them fall in the gap between us, and now nothing is solved, merely muddled.

Oh, shit, what happens in a week or so when he’d deemed healthy enough to go on missions. I can’t keep turning down missions with him - I work best with him, and him we with me. Kakashi knows that we are a team in our own league - oh shit, what have I done Neji?

Ice cream between two chunks of biscuit is good by the way. I know why Sakura used to get through so much whenever Sasuke used to mess around with her.

Then again, when I put it like that, it ought to be Lee eating ice cream sandwiched between cookies, not me. What right do I have?

I’ll let the day pass and pray that if I call him tomorrow he answers me. But I certainly won’t get my hopes up. I fucked up, Neji, and no amount of writing to ghosts and ice cream will help that.

I’m sorry if that last bit was insensitive, I truly am.

Please watch over him and make sure he’s okay. He needs his best friend right now.

From,

Tenten.

[sadrien]

wanna chat? pt.24

on ao3 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24

yo whats up its been A Day and i started college here are some memes

love and support = alya mental support = nino snack support = marinette existential crisis = adrien

3:13 in in this house we love and support each other

love and support: mari is so beautiful im love her

snack support: Alya its too early for you to be this gay

love and support: its never too early for gay also being overtired is gay culture

mental support: stop blowing up my phone

love and support: no!!!!!!!!!!! im loving mari!!!! join me

snack support: Pleae dont

mental support: oh shit if were talking about loving mari thats totall y a different story

snack support: Why are you doing this ot m e

love and support: because w elove u!!! ur so pretty

mental support: your eyes are so blue like the sky

love and support: the ocean

mental support: ummmm a bluer ocean

love and support: windex

snack support: Ok htis is cancleld

love and support: ur cancelled

snack support: I though ty ou loved me

mental support: oh shit

love and support: fuck

 4:14

existential crisis: Hey do you ever wonder why we all hate sleep

mental support: not sure but im super into the idea fo watching a movie right now anyone wanna join

existential crisis: Always

love and support: HELL YES i feel like mari passed out

mental support: good one of us has to live

love and support: being sleep deprived is gay culture

mental support: is everything you do gay culture

love and support: yes

PM between existential crisis and snack support

existential crisis: Did I just see Ladybug??? Why are you out right now Anything wrong??? Also let me teach you to how to put Skype on your yoyo its so much easier trust me I hope you get some sleep buggy

6:43 in in this house we love and support each other

love and support has renamed this conversation to fucking clock hearts

love and support: i want to die what was that ending

mental support: dude i need like a hug now i cant believe im crying over this

existential crisis: I can You’re a crier

mental support: so are you

love and support: that was so weird why did we do that

mental support: because its almost 7 and none of us have slept

love and support: ok since mari is asleep we can talk about how much we love her again

existential crisis: Amazing How do we do this

love and support: random thing you love about mari go!!!!!

mental support: her hair is like. really soft and silky it also sorta changes color depending on the lightin g

existential crisis: I’ve never thought about that before but you’re righ t What color is it actually??

love and support: mari is a brunette

mental support: no her hair is black

existential crisis: But in some light it’s like……not? It’s like…blue

mental support: blue??????

love and support: BLUENETTE

mental support: someone kick alya out

love and support: haha fuck you you cant kick me out im the one who made the chat

 10:35

snack support: Why are you all lik e this

PM between existential crisis and snack support

snack support: I needed some air I was getting restless I know we had an akum alike three days ago but I dont know Just really want to go ou t You were all up really late being ridiculous I hope you sleep well kitty

11:45 in fucking clock hearts

love and support has changed their name to ebony dark’ness dementia raven way

existential crisis: Alya no

ebony dark’ness dementia raven way: alya YES

mental support: thats a long ass name

ebony dark’ness dementia raven way: its a tribute

mental support: t0 what

existential crisis: Oh my god

ebony dark’ness dementia raven way: OH MY GOD

snack support: oh my god

ebony dark’ness dementia raven way: DO U NOT KNOW MY IMMORTAL

existential crisis: This is incredible

ebony dark’ness dementia raven way: HOW DO U NOT KNO IT

snack support: Nino wha t hav eyou done

existential crisis: I think I could literally quote it

mental support: quote what????

ebony dark’ness dementia raven way: THE GREATEST FANFICTION EVER WRITTEN

mental support: oh nerd stuff

snack support: You dont understand

existential crisis: Wait hold on I can do this I was walking outside Hogwarts It was snowing and raining so there was no sun which I was very happy about A lot of preps stared at me I put up my middle finger at them

snack support: Why can you quot e so many thing s

existential crisis: I get bored

ebony dark’ness dementia raven way: GET ON CALL LOSERS WERE DOING A DRAMATIC READING OF MY IMMORTAL

mental support: wait are you serious???

ebony dark’ness dementia raven way: IM ALWAYS SERIOUS ABOUT MY IMMORTAL

snack support: I cant believe were doing thi s

existential crisis: Actually My dad isn’t home right now So we could just sit on my floor and eat cookies while Alya does a dramatic reading

ebony dark’ness dementia raven way: hey this is a TEAM EFFORT ur all getting parts

mental support: this is ridiculous

ebony dark’ness dementia raven way: nino u don t get a role bc u gotta pay attentino ovbiously IM ebony ill split everyone else up between adrien adn mari which one of u wants draco and who wants vampir e

mental support: did you say vampire

existential crisis: I might as well be Draco Blond and rich

mental support: and a slytherin i still stand by that

ebony dark’ness dementia raven way: one fuck u adriens not  a slytherin two adrien change ur name for aesthetic purposes

existential crisis has changed their name to draco malfoy

snack support: I cant believe this

snack support has changed their name to vampire

mental support: seriously who the fuck is vampire and whos ebony i thought this was harry potter

ebony dark’ness dementia raven way: this is iconic thats what it is

vampire: When should we come over Adrien?

draco malfoy: Whenever you want? I’m just being lazy right now Actually warn me I’m not wearing a binder because it’s a break day and I ha ve to put one on

mental support: nope nuh uh

draco malfoy: I’ll survive a few hours!!!

mental support: im gonna be over in ten ill bring that hoodie so big that we could literally both fit in it if you wear anything more than a sports bra ill tell nathalie

draco malfoy: Oh god don’t do that

ebony dark’ness dementia raven way: take care of urself marsh thats v important to do while reading classic literature

vampire: Same as what Alay said but also Alya why

ebony dark’ness dementia raven way: dont fight me on this u kno its a classic

mental support: 10 minute schill dude???

draco malfoy: Yeah that’s fine

ebony dark’ness dementia raven way: im so excited this is gonna be the best day ever

[ignitingwriting]

Igniting Writing Bingo Challenge 2020, Submission by Adam Kim

Sporting Chance

 Good afternoon from Lisbon and it is the first game of the knockout stage, where Belgium are playing France. Both teams are about to play a football game. Wow, what a kit the Belgian players are wearing!

Right, kick off. France start with the ball. I think I had those trainers when I was a young boy. Nikes those are. Ladies and gentlemen let us give a special mention to the French hairstyles. Just look at those curls on number 17. Oh, and the score is now 2-1 to Belgium. Ugh, my coffee has too much sugar; I better go make a new one.

I am back and it seems to be halftime. Oh, France have taken a lead. I mean Belgium, 4-2. The teams are back and oh it seems as they forgot to sing the national anthem. Personally I have a feeling Portugal is going to win. Number 10 has the ball and oh Number 17 has tripped him up. He better apologise quickly. Why is there a red card I didn’t know we used colourful cards in tennis – I mean football. The score is 72-56. Oh, hang on, that is just the timer, score 5-5.

80 minutes and it is the end of the match. No one will be eliminated. We still have 10 minutes? Nice afro from No 13. He shoots and misses. Oh, it is a goal.

6-5 to France. It is the end of the match and France is crying. Strange way to celebrate winning. It is the end of the road for Belgium. They must head back to Paris in Belgium. Hey Belgium won? Sorry ladies and gentlemen, France must head back to Brussels in France. Goodnight.

Alphabetti Spaghetti

 “Are you busy Granny?”

“Busier than ever.”

“Could you give me lunch?”

“Do you know what you want to eat?”

“Eggs.”

“Fried, scrambled or boiled eggs?”

“Granny I only like boiled eggs”

“How about I cook it in half an hour, because tennis is starting soon?”

“It’s already 3:30.”

“John, can you wait until dinner?

”Killing me is what you are doing; you are starving me.”

“Lick a lollipop in the meantime.”

“My music class starts soon, so feed me and bring me there.”

“No.”

“Of course you won’t, so let’s change the subject.”

“Please tell me what music notes you play in your class.”

“Quaver and semibreve.”

“Run and get your instrument, we are going to class.”

“Silly Granny; I always leave it at my class.”

“Take your coat, as it is raining outside.”

“Umbrellas are needed too.”

“Violin is my favourite instrument.”

“Well, I don’t play violin I play the xylophone.”

“Xylophone is what you play?”

“Yes.”

“Zealous is what you are to play an instrument so boring.”

Horror Scope

 Aries: Your life has had its ups and downs but from now on the downs will reflect on you with your goodness washed with regret.

Taurus: Your fury will rip you into shreds of emotion and hate. With death glaring at you, you are trapped in a tornado of hate.

Gemini: Your skills are frowned upon by others and the fact you think life is a game trips you up like pebbles of sin.

Cancer: Your practicality leads you into places unknown whereas irresponsibility brings good.

Leo: Your pride turns people’s souls into jealousy. You juggle good and evil into a pool of uncertainty.

Virgo: You will live life without enjoyment or excitement due to your cold dark cellar of tears.

Libra: People find you strangely attractive on the outside but on the inside you hide your fear.

Scorpio: Your popularity comes with a price of sadness and fear leaving you a hollow person.

Capricorn: You only care for those who care about you as your plans to become popular need to have a backup plan.

Aquarius: Your smart ideas crush the souls of others in a duel of temptation and jealousy. Taking over is impossible for you.

Pisces: You feel free but a watchful eye surrounds you permanently.

Sagittarius: Your care is taken as a good deed but deep inside you know how people feel about you.

Urban Legend

 I live in the haunted town of Trickle. At least that’s what I’m told. I moved in two weeks ago. The house is in the middle of a forest. It looked abandoned and was the only one in the forest.

Three days later my parents took me to the market place. They gave me £5 and let me go to the sweet stall. On my way there, a man grabbed me and pulled me into an alleyway.

“You’re new here, aren’t you?” he said. “Well, let me tell you the tale of the Grethelsmite.”

Then he told me a story. Once, 36 years ago, five children sneaked into the forest and barged into the house. They smashed the windows and ripped the carpet. As they were heading out they noticed a basement. Foolishly, they went inside. When they were all inside the door suddenly shut and locked. They took no notice until it came. All was silent when one child screamed. He was gone – another desperately tried to open the door but a shadow appeared to her and she fell down the stairs, dead. One boy picked the lock and escaped leaving the others trapped. The ceiling collapsed on them and they couldn’t escape. The boy headed to the police and reported it but they ignored him.

That night a shadowed figure approached him.

“Hello young one. I am the Grethelsmite and I have come to take you away. Due to your actions every child in this village will pay.”

The boy never returned. Now, every full moon he takes one child away. The monster lives in the basement and takes all inhabitants away.

Overreaction

 I remember that day. It was a summer morning. It was boiling hot and I was so excited to watch Space Cruiser 2 in 4D. Unfortunately, I was too distracted that I put on ODD SOCKS!

It was when I stepped out the house with Colin that I realised it. It was too late. The door was locked! As I got into town my feet started to become itchy, very itchy. Every step, it got worse and worse. It was so unbearable I couldn’t walk. I stood at the popcorn machine frozen. Were they staring at me? They certainly were. Oh how humiliating. We sat in the front row and put our 3D glasses on. The trailers played. Hang on, I didn’t know Sock Wars: Episode VIII Rise of the Sock was a movie. The movie played. No one seemed to pay attention. Were they distracted by my socks?  

We went to a fancy restaurant called La Sock de Odd and waited to be served. When the waiter asked for my order I accidently blurted out, “Sock fried chicken” instead of southern fried chicken. I put it in my mouth and tasted sock, plain sweaty sock.

I headed home my feet tight and sweaty. I never really knew what socks I was wearing until I took my shoes off and I was wearing a green Kermit the Frog sock on my left and a blue one on the other. How embarrassing.

Recipe for Disaster

Starter: Cheddar, Custard, Mustard, Pigeon and Broccoli Soup

 Ingredients:

225g grated cheddar

35ml mustard

2 heads of broccoli

5 pigeon fillets

300ml custard

 Method:

Melt the cheddar and whisk with mustard and custard until creamy.

Soak the pigeon in water and mash into broccoli.

Mix the liquids until thin.

 Main: Eggshell Crunchy Penne Pasta with Pomegranate and Beetle Sauce

 Ingredients:

5 eggs

500g penne pasta

1 pomegranate

10 beetles

 Method:

Crack the eggs, removing the yolk.

Place the whites inside a bowl.

Crush up the beetles, pomegranate and incorporate them to the egg whites.

Boil the pasta for 39 minutes and then, after ten minutes of cooling, pour in the sauce.

Crush the egg shells and sprinkle over pasta as a garnish.

 Dessert: Ant Egg Cookies with Watermelon and Red Onion Icing

 Ingredients:

35 ant eggs

2 watermelons

178g plain flour

23ml skimmed milk

2 red onions

 Method:

Blend the ant eggs and flour together.

Pour the milk into the mixture.

Split it into 14 bits and place on tin foil.

Bake for 90 minutes.

Meanwhile peel the onion and watermelon and blend the skin.

Squeeze the juices into the mixture with the watermelon seeds and blend for 30 minutes.

Scoop onto the cookies and cool for 30 seconds.

 Drink: Brown, furry, mashed potato fizz

 Ingredients:

1l fish urine

500ml ketchup

600ml black food colouring

400ml carbonated water

500g squirrel fur

 Method:

Whisk the ketchup, fish urine and food colouring together.

Pour into the water.

Sprinkle with squirrel fur.

[thetruthofyourdespair-blog]

SO MANY QUESTIONS

Rules: answer all questions (that you can), add one question of your own and then tag as many people as there are questions (yeaaaaaaah, not gonna do that)

………..

I was tagged by @1stlieutenant-riza-hawkeye Thank you!

………..

1. coke or pepsi: Either, tbh

2. disney or dreamworks: I like SOME Disney films (mostly Pixar) and Disney is (in my opinion) way too overrated. I absolutely love Dreamworks because they blessed us with Kung Fu Panda, which I one of my all-time favourite films

3. coffe or tea: Tea! (so stereotypically British)

4. books or movies: Both. Just both. I love both too much

5. windows or mac: Windows. Hate Mac

6. dc or marvel: Marvel

7. x-box or playstation: … Neither, but I’ll just pretend Nintendo was an option. I grew up with Pokemon and Mario (getting my first DS and Pokemon Pearl for my seventh Christmas- the year Pearl came out)

8. dragon age or mass effect: Neither. I’ve never played those kind of games

9. night owl or early riser: Night owl

10. Cards or chess: Cards. I like pontoon

11. chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate

12. vans or converse: Converse. I’ve never owned a pair of Vans

13. avellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar: The who, the what, the when, the where, the why?

14. fluff or angst: BOTH SLAY ME. I’LL TAKE EITHER ANY DAY

15. beach or forest: Both again. But only forest if it’s sunny, and beach if it’s abroad (like Spain)

16. dogs or cats: Cats, because dogs are too jumpy. Although, I have a Miniature Schnauzer and I love her to bits

17. clear skies or rain: Clear sky. It feels so much better than rain

18. cooking or eating out: Eating out. The food is always better

19. spicy food or mild food: Mild, because I can’t stomach anything hotter than chilli Doritos

20. halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas: Christmas, although I’m not much of a large celebration fan. I don’t see the hype over Halloween either :/

21. would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: This always bothers me. I prefer to be cold so then I can wrap myself in warm blankets and have cups of tea. So I’ll go with a little too cold

22. if you could have a superpower, what would it be: Shapeshifting, like Tonks in Harry Potter

23. animation or live action: Both. Definitely.

24. paragon or renegade: ????????????

25. baths or showers: Baths, but I always spend too long in them

26. team cap or team ironman: Iron Man, because RDJ is my spirit animal

27. fantasy or sci-fi: Fantasy

28. do you have three or four favorite quotes, if so what are they: (not in order)

I have way too many, but my favourites follow: * “Never doubt your significance in the eyes of history”- FMA * “We’re only as good as the promises we keep”- Fargo (TV show) * “When I, who am called weapon or monster, fight a real monster then I can realise that I’m just human”- FMA * “Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will”- the poem Ulysses by Alfred Lord Tennyson

29. youtube or netflix: I don’t own Netflix unlike everybody else I know, and I kind of grew up with YouTube watching LPers like Chuggaaconroy (my absolute fave) and Marriland (also my fave)

30. harry potter or percy jackson: Harry Potter!!!!

31. when you feel accomplished: I don’t usually get this feeling

32. star wars or star trek: Neither. Not my bag.

33. paperback books or hardback books: Both again! I hate it when people hate on hardbacks :(

34. to live in a world without literature or without music?: I’d rather die along with the both of them

35. who was the last person to make you laugh?: My magnificent and hilarious grandma. I love her so.

36. sour or sweet candy: Sweet

37. dawn or dusk: Dusk (gotta love those sunsets)

38. piercings or tattoos: Either. I’d love to get a tattoo and I already have my ears pierced

39. girls? HOT?????: Most are and most slay, but not me. I’m a potato who tries her best and never succeeds *thumbs up*

40. snow or fog: Either, but fog brings back the haunting memories of my Belgium/France battlefields trip last October

41. do you sleep facing the wall or the room? My bed is in the middle of the room, but I face the window (laying on my leg side)

42. TRC or AFTG: dafuq??

43. horror or drama: Drama. I’d rather gouge out my eyes than watch a horror movie

44. ocarina of time or majora’s mask?: Haven’t played either. But I’ve watched a few Let’s Plays on both.

45. would you rather live in an area of more nature or city?: nature. Where I live is more nature-y but is in the town.

46. what’s your addiction right now?: Anything that includes the words ‘Royai’ and 'fic’. I just can’t live without thinking about them all day every day. Somebody give me more Royai fics??? I’ll give you cookies???

47. what languages can you speak?: English, and broken Welsh, German, Spanish, and French

48. If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?: America, Belgium, or Japan

49. sun or moon?: Either. I don’t like too much sunlight and the moon ain’t bright enough

50. potato bread or banana bread?: What the hell is potato bread?? And I’ve never tried banana bread

51. are horses good?: Very good. Very helpful. Very beautiful.

52. Edward Elric or Alphonse Elric?: This is like asking whether I prefer to keep my arms or my legs (sorry FMA fans, reference not intended), but if I had to choose I’d say Edward

53. Logan or Deadpool?: Logan bae. Love a bit of Hugh Jackman

54. Pokémon or Digimon?: POKEMON. IT’S LITERALLY MY CHILDHOOD SUMMED UP IN ONE WORD. I was brought up with Diamond and Pearl, but HeartGold and SoulSilver are my favourites!

55. One-shots or lengthy fics?

I tag (and I have no clue who has done this before, so sorry in advance): @ificecanburn @queenxolivier @purplemaple-xoxo @serendipitous-fate @psycho-alchemist @the-alexandrian-alchemist @didsomeonesayroyai @rizaandthehawkeyes @toomuchfreetyme2 @lovesfma @fightforwhatubelievein @lonepiper5758 @icameheretowinry @ishvallas @tea-withjamandbread

[tennouuu]

11 Facts/Questions

Tagged by @gottalove95z​

I rarely got tagged in this kind of things before so I kind of excited to do this lol, I hope my followers can get to know me better after reading this since I don’t really interact with a lot of you guys, sorry~ but you’re welcome to talk to me anytime about anything ^^

Let’s start :)

FACTS: 1. I am female and I’m 24 years old (I was born on May 27th 1992), I know, not that young huh? lol.

2. When I was in middle school I was a huuuge fan of Liverpool (to the point of obsessed), I’ve never enjoyed football before but then I accidentally watched the champion league final on TV (it was in 2005) they went agains AC Milan and they won, and I kind of just fall in love with football with the team that day.

3. I’ve listened to kpop ever since I’m in middle school too, k-drama was really huge back then. I watched full house then I fell in love with rain/bi/jung jihoon (I was screaming like mad when BTS cover rainism) rain’s album ‘it’s raining’ was the first kpop album I’ve ever bought. 4.During high school I discovered the wonder of yaoi thanks to my friend, since then I’ve never been the same again, thank you my friends for tainting me lol. 5. I’ve been drawing since I was like in elementary school but for some reason stopped when I was in middle shcool (probably has something to do with my obsession over liverpool and kpop) but I started drawing again in high school after seeing most of my friend drew and I got motivated. 6. I immensely enjoyed playing Go back in high school but hasn’t played ever since bcs I don’t have people to play with me :( (I think at this point I’ve forgotten most of the rule). 7. I could say I speak 4 langauges (Indonesian, english, Japanese, and Korean) I’m not fluent but I’m good, if the words are not difficult I mostly could understand what people are saying in both Japanese and Korean. 8. On 2009 I caught a desease called nefrotik syndrome to the point I was comatose for two days and almost died, and when I woke up I basically forgot what happened in the past three to four months of my life, and until now I never got those memories back even after people retelling me the story. I enter university late because of a health problem I need to hold back a year because I have to fully recover first. 9. The desease kept coming back and in the span between 2009-2012 I was hospitalized for more than I could count (I stopped at 10), there were time I had to eat 30 pills a day :’‘‘( (stay healthy guys, don’t eat too much junk food, trust me, you never want to go through that, it sucks. you’d wish you were die instead) 10. I was born and raised here in Indonesia :D 11. Tennou basically means emperor in Japanese ( 天皇) I don’t know how, my friend just started calling me this since I’m kind of their leader lol, but you can call me Nou instead!

QUESTIONS ASKED BY@gottalove95z​

1. Favorite ice cream flavor? Cookies and Cream 2. Favorite movie? Lord of the Rings Trilogy 3. First couple you ever shipped? Kibum and Donghae of Super Junior, unfortunately my friend the ship has sink lol 4. What is the craziest thing you’ve ever done? You know when you watch a movie and the protagonist wakes up at the hospital and she/he started screaming “where am i? what happened to me?” you’d think that was over reacting and cringey, I used to think that too, but after I’ve experienced it myself I know it’s a genuine reaction. I did that, I literally screamed once I woke up at ICU because I couldn’t remember anything. Dramatic. 5. Any pets or siblings? two sibling, a sister and a brother, both are older. cats, I have cats, there’s like 6 right now, I’m not counting some that just coming for food. 6. What is your favorite tongue twister? I’ve never really did it so I’m not really sure, it’s not a thing in my country I guess. 7. Do you have a preferred fragrance or perfume? (what is it?) just like Jungkook I prefered soap scent or just softener scent like downy, not really a fan of perfume tbh. 8. Can you rub your stomach in a circular motion with one hand while patting your head with the other and jump on one foot? I literally did it, I can YESS 9. Who or what do you confide in when things get rough? I usually don’t. I keep it to myself until I forget about it. 10. What is your favorite childhood TV show? Those sunday morning animes (Digimon, pokemon, hamtaro, cardcaptor sakura, saint seiya, ets), I also enjoyed teletubies, power rangers, ultraman, etc. 11. What is your personal motto (if you have one)? No matter how hard I think about it I really don’t have one.

That’s all, this is very late, I just realized that I was tagged like this morning (my local time), I’m tagging some of my you here @jiminpoppins @heyhosam @blackcatasdfg @warriorrbunny (it’s totally up to you whether you want to do it or not ^^)

MY QUESTIONS FOR YOU:

1. Do you like football? 2. Favorite BTS song and why? 3. Cat or dog? 4. What kind of food that you eat over and over again but never get bored of? 5. Most embarassing thing to ever happened to you? 6. Jimin’s eyes or Jimin’s lips? 7. When do you first fall in love? 8. Singer or band from your country that you like? 9. Tell me a little about your closest irl friend? 10. How do you first like Jikook or found out about them? 11. What do you think about me ^^?

[zolganif]

1. Do you miss someone who you shouldn’t right now? No

2. Do you have any close friends that were adopted? Marie is 

3. What time did you get up today? 8:00 am 

4. If you could have any job/talent, what? (regardless if can or not)? A writer 

5. Who, in your opinion, is the best thriller writer? Stephen King is a good one 

6. Does your Mom eat meat? Yes.

7. Was your Dad ever on a sports team? No

8. Do you like apple and cinnamon crumble? Yes

9. What’s the most interesting thing you’ve learned today? Nothing really lol 

10. Do you prefer thick or thin crusted pizza? Thick

11. Do you know anyone who is blind? No 

12. Do you prefer monkeys or pigs? Pigs.

13. Have you ever had an eerie/paranormal experience? What happened? Yes

14. Do you own every DVD boxset of your favorite show? Yes

15. Actually, what is that favorite show?

Claymore, Wolf’s Rain, Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon (live action), Death Note, Loveless, Ancient Magus Bride, Elfen Lied, the Wallflower, Ergo Proxy, Charmed, Sabrina the Teenage Witch

16. Do you have any friends with the same name as you? No

17. How many people of the same name as you have you ever met? Only one. 

18. What day of the month were you born on? Has this number occurred a lot? The 10th

19. How often do you see your best friend? A few times a month

20. Do you like cookie dough ice cream? Not really. 

21. Do you like incense or does it give you headaches? I like it 

22. What sitcoms do you watch? The Simpsons 

23. Do you find tigers beautiful? Yes 

24. I don’t give up easily - is this you? When it comes to some things, sure.

25. Do you prefer to watch or attempt? Depends.

26. What do you wish your national flag looked like? I don’t care. 

27. What time do you usually have a shower? In the morning or noon 

28. Do you believe that people can be psychics? It’s possible 

29. What is your most notable trait? My hair, eyes

30. Are you proud of this trait, or ashamed? I love them 

31. Do you like waterfalls? Yes.

32. If you wrote a song about life right now, what’d it be called? I don’t know 

33. If you wrote a novel about your whole life, what’d you call it? ^

34. Who has the prettiest middle name you know? No idea 

35. So, what’s your name? Jamie

36. What’d be your name if you took your Mom’s middle name? Marie 

37. Would you rather be a farmer or engineer? Neither 

38. A psychologist or a football coach? Psychologist 

39. Do you shout when you’re upset? Yep. 

40. What color is your favorite vegetable? Green.

41. Do you get more eye pain or back pain? Back pain

42. When was your last hug? No idea 

43. Describe your house to me: No 

44. Why did you choose to wear what you’re wearing today? Because its comfy

45. Do you like banana milkshakes? Yes 

46. What do you have in your fruit salads? The usual

47. Do you have a calendar in your bedroom? What is on it? No 

48. What color is the sink in your bathroom? White 

49. Are you hungry right now? No 

50. Where was the last place you ate, except from home? Chinese restaurant?

[fluffydragon85]

1. Do you miss someone who you shouldn’t right now? Nope.

2. Do you have any close friends that were adopted? My friend Sarah and Marie are 

3. What time did you get up today? 6 am 

4. If you could have any job/talent, what? (regardless if can or not)? Piano, baking, sewing 

5. Who, in your opinion, is the best thriller writer? Stephen King is one of them. 

6. Does your Mom eat meat? Yes.

7. Was your Dad ever on a sports team? No

8. Do you like apple and cinnamon crumble? Yes 

9. What’s the most interesting thing you’ve learned today? I didn’t learn nothing interesting today

10. Do you prefer thick or thin crusted pizza? Thick 

11. Do you know anyone who is blind? No.

12. Do you prefer monkeys or pigs? Neither. 

13. Have you ever had an eerie/paranormal experience? What happened? I believe I have had one. Like seen a ghost or an angel

14. Do you own every DVD boxset of your favorite show? Yes. Like Charmed, Wolfs Rain, Sailor Moon the live action series. 

15. Actually, what is that favorite show? Monday Night Raw

16. Do you have any friends with the same name as you? No 

17. How many people of the same name as you have you ever met? One 

18. What day of the month were you born on? Has this number occurred a lot? The tenth. And I guess? I don’t know. 

19. How often do you see your best friend? A few times a month

20. Do you like cookie dough ice cream? Its alright 

21. Do you like incense or does it give you headaches? I love incense.

22. What sitcoms do you watch? I don’t know 

23. Do you find tigers beautiful? Of course.

24. I don’t give up easily - is this you? Yes 

25. Do you prefer to watch or attempt? Depends on what it is 

26. What do you wish your national flag looked like? I don’t care. 

27. What time do you usually have a shower? A few hours after waking up 

28. Do you believe that people can be psychics? To a certain point, yes 

29. What is your most notable trait? My eyes?

30. Are you proud of this trait, or ashamed? I’m proud of it 

31. Do you like waterfalls? Yes 

32. If you wrote a song about life right now, what’d it be called? I don’t know 

33. If you wrote a novel about your whole life, what’d you call it? Look above 

34. Who has the prettiest middle name you know? I have no idea 

35. So, what’s your name? Jamie 

36. What’d be your name if you took your Mom’s middle name? Marie 

37. Would you rather be a farmer or engineer? Neither 

38. A psychologist or a football coach? Psychologist.

39. Do you shout when you’re upset? Sometimes 

40. What color is your favorite vegetable? Yellow 

41. Do you get more eye pain or back pain? Back pain.

42. When was your last hug? Last week 

43. Describe your house to me: Two story, a porch in the front, two apartments. 4 bedrooms, one is used as the office room. Two kitchens, two living rooms, a porch upstairs, basement with a bar, laundry room, and storage room. Three bathrooms. 

44. Why did you choose to wear what you’re wearing today? Because I wanted to 

45. Do you like banana milkshakes? I love them 

46. What do you have in your fruit salads?

I don’t know 

47. Do you have a calendar in your bedroom? What is on it? No 

48. What color is the sink in your bathroom? White 

49. Are you hungry right now? Yes. Kyle’s cooking dinner for me 

50. Where was the last place you ate, except from home? I can’t remember 

[nostalgiaispeace]

608.

When was the last time you used a pair of ear/headphones? today.

Have you ever tried to count to infinity? no...

Do you like making mixed cds? not anymore.

Would you want to live forever if it meant being a tree? no...?.

What is the strangest thing you’ve put chocolate on? i don’t know?

Could you earn a good living selling weed? probably not.

What would you do tomorrow if you had $500? pay some bills.

What body hair gets the most attention? my hair?

What’s your favorite commercial? i don’t watch them.

Do you like pie? yes

Do you appreciate dishwashers? YES

What’s the worst experience you don’t remember? if i don’t remember it...how am i supposed to answer this?

Are your dreams usually cheerful? i don’t usually remember them.

What’s your favorite color of eyeliner? Black.

How’s the weather where you are at? not sure....chilly?

Anything bad happen today? no

Can you solve a Rubik’s Cube? no

What was the last thing that you microwaved? burgers.

Did you have an easy-bake oven when you were little? i think so

Have you ever seen a donkey? Yes.

Do you like sheep? Yes.

Do you like dogs? Yes.

Do you have one? back home.

Do you ever want to be married? I am.

Do you take a lot of pictures? no

Where will you be 2 hours from now? bed probably.

What is your current mood? tired.

Where are you going tomorrow? work

Who was the last person you yelled at? i don’t know

Do you think you’ll be a good Mother/Father? I hope so.

The last thing you drank? diet coke

What’s in your pocket? nothing

What colour are your fingernails? natural

Have you ever left school just because you didn’t want to be there? no

Did anything cute happen today? yes

What are you currently hearing? the tv

Are you afraid of the dark? no

Do you usually tell people when they hurt your feelings? no.

Do you have a common first name? Yes.

Do you like your middle name or your first name more? my first name.

What year would/did you turn 21? 2011

What was popular when you were a kid? Bratz dolls...Polly Pockets...umm...some other kind of doll.

Do you wear more rings or necklaces? both

Have you ever been engaged? yes

Can you see your veins through your skin? Yeah.

Do you worry about having good grammar online? not really.

Do you know anyone with a lazy eye? me

Did your parents let you have pets when you were a kid? yes

Would you rather live in an apartment or a duplex? doesn’t matter to me as long as it’s my own space.

Do you like spicy chips? Yeah.

Do you have any ‘different’ keychains on your keys/purse? no

Do you collect pins? yes

What band was on the last band t-shirt you wore? Asking Alexandria...I think..

Do you wear more pink or yellow? yellow

Have you ever been out of the state you were born in? Yes.

Do you have any tattoos on your arms? yes

Have you ever owned or known someone who owned a black cat? know someone

When was the last time you felt jealous? dunno

What’s the last thing you bought besides food/drink? perfume and a book

What album is the last song you listened to from? my band’s EP

Who scheduled your last doctor visit? me i think

What’s the last video game you played? Tetris

Do you have anything on your wrists right now? yes

Do you have any holiday theme’d socks? i think so? not sure.

What kind of accent do you have? ask others.

What’s the last funny movie you watched? dunno.

Can you remember your parents’ birthdays? yeah

Is there anyone who you just absolutely cannot STAND being around? YES

What is the design on your shirt? it’s Marilyn Monroe.

Do you know anyone who just flat-out fails at life? yes..sure..

Are you a Ghoulscout? no...

Do you know someone who’s just always wrong about everything? lol yes

Do you make fun of people often? depends

Do you read your friend’s surveys? my friends don’t take them..

If you had to get a tattoo tomorrow, what would you pick? Eve and the Serpent.

How do you feel about band tattoos? i want some.

How much are you willing to pay for a pair of sunglasses? 0 dollars.

What is the origin of your last name? I have no idea. lol

Do you ever use the n-word? if i’m rapping along to a song it accidentally slips out. >.<

What piercing do you like most on the opposite sex? doesn’t matter.

What brand of hair dye do you prefer to use? not sure.

What country do you live in? USA.

Did/do you ride the bus to and from school? i did.

Do you prefer beef, chicken or steak? beef

Are you any good at applying make up? i’m alright

Do you misuse commas? probably.

Have you ever bitten your dentist? no

Are you someone who likes to make simple things difficult? probably.

Who makes you laugh the most? dunno?

Do you have any plans for this weekend? not really. probably chilling and/or working

Do you crack your knuckles? yes

Coffee or Tea? coffee

Do you know anyone named Matt? i’m married to a Matt

Wearing any bracelets? yes

When were you last outside? Today.

Do you need someone to cheer you up right now? no

Are your nails painted? no

Do you think things will change in the next 3 months? maybe?

Do you think you’d make a good parent? i hope so

You start crying. Who do you want by your side? My mom or Matt.

Ever cried while you were on the phone with someone? yes

Did someone screw you over lately? yes

Would you ever get your hips pierced? yes

If you were given the chance to go to Paris, would you go? yes

Who was the first person you talked to today? Matt

What’s your favorite musical? Singin’ in the Rain

How do you get to sleep? i take some pills.

What happened at the last party you went to? it was my wedding...my band played...me and matt shoved cake in each other’s faces...got super drunk...played beer pong

Have you ever smoked a cigarette? yes

What’s your hair like at this present moment? ponytail

Are you more comfortable sitting or lying down? Lying down.

What’s the worst film you’ve ever seen? too many

Are you an untidy person? yes

Have you ever been a fan of N*Sync? duh

Do you watch a lot of television? on like netflix

Do you think you’re fat sometimes? yes

Do you like to flex your muscles? no

Do you think you’ll ever get plastic surgery? if i was rich

Have you ever completely misunderstood what somebody was saying? often

Favorite kind of cake: Chocolate.

Was it a boy or a girl to text you last? girl

Name something you are doing tomorrow? work

Do you sleep on your stomach? sometimes

Where are you going to be at 4:00 p.m. tomorrow? my bed sleeping

Are you missing someone? Yes.

Do you like horror or comedy? horror

Who did you last share a taxi with? no one

Dogs or cats? cats

What were you doing at 12 this afternoon? it hasn’t gotten there yet

Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 months from now? yes

What’s your favorite season? Why? spring; feels lovely outside

When’s the last time you did something you knew was wrong? dunno

Did you have any unread text messages this morning when you woke up? yes

Who was the last person you hugged? Matt

When was the last time you cried? today

Who was driving the last time you were in a car? me

Does any part of your body hurt right now? yes

Do you like your bed? it’s fine

When did you last talk to your brother or sister? dunno

How much cash do you have on you? like 2$.

Are you tanned? No.

Did you get any compliments today? yes

Have you ever gone to court? yes

Do you get jealous easily? yeah

Would you ever want to swim with the sharks? no

What are you doing Saturday? chilling

What is in your back pocket? nothing

What were you doing at 3:00 a.m. this morning? chilling.

What do you usually do first in the morning? have a smoke

Are you any good at math? not really.

Any plans for Friday night? working

Do you have a little crush on someone? no.

When’s the last time you ran?
 LOL

Do your jeans have rips, tears, and holes in them? some

What are you dreading right now? Work.

Do you celebrate 420? No.

Do you get the full 8 hours of sleep a night? sometimes

If anyone came to your house on your “lazy days” what would ya’ll do? nothing

Who last grabbed your ass? Matt i’m sure

Have you ever been on your school’s track team? LOL

Do you own a pair of Converse? Yeah.

Did you copy and paste this survey? yes....

Do you eat raw cookie dough? Yeah.

Have you ever kicked a vending machine? probably

Don’t you hate it when the radio ruins good songs by playing them over and over? i don’t listen to the radio

Do you watch Trading Spaces? no

How do you eat oreos? normally?

Have you ever stayed online for a very long time waiting for someone? probably.

Are you cocky? No.

Could you live without a computer? i have

Do you wear your shoes in the house? no

Who or what sleeps with you? Matt and my cat

At what age did you find out that Santa wasn’t real? 11?

What do you do when you’re sad? cry and sleep

Who would you call first if you won the lottery? Matt? my mom?

Last time you saw your best friend? my wedding

Are you in high school? no

What jewelry are you wearing? wedding band, engagement ring, supernatural bracelet, pearl necklace.

Is anyone on your bad side now? yes

What’s the first thing you do when you get online? depends on what i wanna do?

Do you watch Grey’s Anatomy? no

Would you wear a boy/girlfriends clothes? not really

Where do you work? Residential Home for foster kids.

Do you return your cart? Yeah.

Do you have a dishwasher? Yes.

What noise do you hear? the tv and AC

Would you survive in prison? probably

Who is the youngest in your family? my sister

If all of your friends were going on a road trip, who would most likely overpack? me

What’s the last thing you purchased? food i think

Do your siblings ever pay for stuff for you? no

What brand are your pants right now? they were my grandpa’s

Ever been to Georgia (the state)? the airport

What irritates you most on the internet? people are annoying

What brand is your digital camera? -

Do you own expensive perfume/cologne? sure

Are you taking college classes right now? no

Do you like sushi? no

Do you get your hair cut every month? No.

Do you go online everyday? no

What makes someone a best friend? there’s a special bond..duh

[team-skull-boss-guzma]

The meaning behind my url:

Guzma is the leader of team skull

A picture of me:

http://team-skull-boss-guzma.tumblr.com/tagged/my-face

How many tattoos i have and what they are:

I dont have any 

Last time i cried and why:

Last week and it was because of depression

Piercings i have:

I dont have any but I want a septum piercing  

Favorite band:

Msytery skulls and nsp

Biggest turn offs:

Racism,homophobia,transphobia just being a general asshole

Top 5 pokemon:

Banette

Audino

Rowlet

Tsareena 

Empoleon 

Tattoos i want:

Tbh I dont even really know 

Biggest turn ons:

Love and support

Age:

18

Ideas of a perfect date:

Me and my partner relaxing together and playing video games

Life goal:

Living on my own

Piercings i want:

The only one I can think of is a septum piercing 

Relationship status:

single

Favorite movie:

scott pilgrim vs the world

A fact about my life:

idk my life not that interseting 

Phobia:

Insects

Middle name:

Edward

Height:

5ft 11in

Are you a virgin?

yes

What’s your shoe size?

12

What’s your sexual orientation?

pansexual

Do you smoke, drink, or take any drugs?

nope

Someone you miss:

idk

What’s one thing you regret?

idk

First celebrity you think of when someone says attractive:

keanu reeves

Favorite ice cream?

cookie dough

One insecurity:

Idk everything about my self

What my last text message says:

“Im sorry :(”

Have you ever taken a picture naked?

nope

Have you ever painted your room?

nope

Have you ever kissed a member of the same sex?

nope

Have you ever slept naked?

nope

Have you ever danced in front of your mirror?

nope 

Have you ever had a crush?

yes

Have you ever been dumped?

yes

Have you ever stole money from a friend?

wtf no

Have you ever gotten in a car with people you just met?

no

Have you ever been in a fist fight?

no

Have you ever snuck out of your house?

no

Have you ever had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back?

no

Have you ever been arrested?

no

Have you ever made out with a stranger?

no

Have you ever met up with a member of the opposite sex somewhere?

define met up

Have you ever left your house without telling your parents?

no

Have you ever had a crush on your neighbor?

no

Have you ever ditched school to do something more fun?

no

Have you ever slept in a bed with a member of the same sex?

no

Have you ever seen someone die?

Yes but it was my grandmother

Have you ever been on a plane?

once

Have you ever kissed a picture?

no

Have you ever slept in until 3?

yes but once

Have you ever love someone or miss someone right now?

no

Have you ever laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by?

not really

Have you ever made a snow angel?

yes

Have you ever played dress up?

no

Have you ever cheated while playing a game?

no

Have you ever been lonely?

yes very much

Have you ever fallen asleep at work/school?

yes

Have you ever been to a club?

no

Have you ever felt an earthquake?

no

Have you ever touched a snake?

no

Have you ever ran a red light?

I dont have a care

Have you ever been suspended from school?

no

Have you ever had detention?

once

Have you ever been in a car accident?

no

Have you ever hated the way you look?

everyday

Have you ever witnessed a crime?

no

Have you ever pole danced?

no

Have you ever been lost?

not really

Have you ever been to the opposite side of the country?

no

Have you ever felt like dying?

all the time

Have you ever cried yourself to sleep?

a few times

Have you ever sang karaoke?

no

Have you ever done something you told yourself you wouldn’t?

no

Have you ever laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose?

no

Have you ever slept with someone at least 5 years older or younger?

no

Have you ever kissed in the rain?

no

Have you ever sang in the shower?

a few timez

Have you ever made out in a park?

no

Have you ever dream that you married someone?

no

Have you ever glued your hand to something?

no

Have you ever got your tongue stuck to a flag pole?

no

Have you ever ever gone to school partially naked?

no

Have you ever been a cheerleader?

no

Have you ever sat on a roof top?

no

Have you ever brush your teeth?

wtf yes??? you're supposed to do that twice everyday

Have you ever ever too scared to watch scary movies alone?

yes

Have you ever played chicken?

no

Have you ever been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on?

no

Have you ever been told you’re hot by a complete stranger?

no

Have you ever broken a bone?

no

Have you ever been easily amused?

yes

Have you ever laughed so hard you cried?

yes

Have you ever mooned/flashed someone?

no

Have you ever cheated on a test?

no

Have you ever forgotten someone’s name?

yes

Have you ever met someone who didn’t seem real?

no

Have you ever give us one thing about you that no one knows.

not that I can think off

[idkitshiro]

Mar.11 ,2017  2:23 pm

as im trying to looking forward, a part of me is whispering failure.. can I make something, something beautiful, something inspiring, encouraging? to spread a heartfelt smile on somebody’s face, reassuring whoever is behind their computer screen there is reason, no matter how stupid or small it is, to laugh or smile. I want to remind people how video games are really meant to be played, what creates the pro environment and  competition in the first place, showing them how to have fun with their video games, showing them how to enjoy spending their free time so that its at least not wasted. If I can leave at least one thing to take away and let people know they feel reassured, loved, supported, not alone then all the time I put into the videos im making have been worth my time.  Acts of kindness, sportsmanship good cheer. Make them feel like holy crap this makes me want to play this game

Here i go as I just write down whatever im thinking about:

some of the funnest games I really enjoyed playing as a kid: Super Smash bros melee: at first had all my favorite characters from different games EVER , kirby, pikachu, mario, all these nintendo characters like Link, Fire emblem’s marth and roy, so much variety Pokemon: such a fun adventure, not having much access to the internet , the world was magical, every corner was a new surprise. There were random Pokeballs on the floor, instances where your in game rival would show up and challenge you to a battle with his own unique pokemon.  the pokemon I had felt unique, the team I had felt special and I bonded with these pokemon. I didnt have in mind what my friends or any one else who also played the video game what strategies or pokemon they thought were good and were their own personal favorite. The competition element fair and exciting because there weren’t many popular guides or communities and forums that people were aware of. Internet spoiled the fun because it exposed many of the surprises and secrets of the game. It almost was as if there was a person sitting next to me telling me how they already beat the game, caught all 150 pokemon telling me which pokemon were trash and not worth my time, the perfect IVs and proper way of how to make the strongest team possible. Though they may be right it totally killed my joy for the game, stripping of the surprise and wonder element video games used to hold as this now apple is to almost every other video game. and altho the right answer is to not focus and compare my self to the people surrounding me its like someone standing right behind me saying video games are FAKE, WASTE OF TIME. So spending my free time trying to  Man people need to pay less attention to how others are spending their time playing video games. MANNN you’re winning if you’re enjoying your time having fun whether kicking ass, accomplishing a hard puzzle or challenge, discover something rare on your own again i guess thats added to your personal merit, get a good laugh, listening to good music, reminds you of something important to you whether its through story telling and the music, whether its learning more about experiences and other people around you. Theres so much video games could teach you, what you could learn from. like many other hobbies or people like to do on their spare time, video games are another outlet of creating happy memories, memories that could be shared with the people we love. I find my self exploring all these different video games to try and remember why I fell in love with video games when I was a lot younger. What made it so exciting and fun, and when I let something else rob me of that joy. I remember when I was in elementary school my brother and I had our own Gameboy Colors. I had purple one given from my Auntie and my brother had a neon Green gameboy color that was given from our grandpa’s brother, i guess granduncle. Both of us had our seperate Pokemon version where Pokemon Red was my first video game ever and my brother had Pokemon Yellow.  anyways my mom would only allow us to play for an hour or two a day and I just remember my sister wanting to play pokemon too and so I let her play mine, and althouhg i wasnt playing I really enjoyed watching them just play. I felt so happy that we were all able to play together even if I was just watching my brother thumb through his starting Pokemon team in Saffron city. Idk why thats so vivid. We had to share alot things growing up, rooms, 1 hour turns on the computer, hand me down clothes, Gamecube turns. i remember i bought a tv plugin game which was star wars/ spongebob that didnt need a console. it had 5 games in it , but crowding around the small tv in me and my brothers room playing video games together.. i miss that so much. i just wanted us to get along and have fun. 

god i always hear people saying that their entire life they were losers and the bullied kid, but did they ever have a fanny pack with 100 calorie Special K bars on 1,000 diet imitating their favorite Taijustus specialist? (Rock Lee Image) I used to be obssesed with my eating only 1,000 calories a day because I was pretty chunky in middle school. One time in PE we had to do our quarterly mile run and I remember always dreading these big days. Every week we had to run around the track for 20 minutes, no walking, and see how many laps you could run in that time. We were graded on how many laps we could run, 6 laps was  D , 7 Laps was a C , 8 Laps was a B, 9 and more was an A. I dreaded every single week for these 20 minute runs, but I celebrated super heavily after it we were done. I was always super nervous and anxious thinking about these days because I always forced myself to do my absolute best. I hated the thought of competing with the people next to me. I used to run 10 laps and my best being 11 laps, which I thought was insanely good. The fastest was I think 12 or 13 laps but they werent in my class. I suppose I felt proud of what I accomplished, my classmates thought I was fast. I would wear shorts everyday in middle school. In 4th and 5th grade I used to run 3 miles every day in the summer with my grandpa and sometimes my sister  because I came home one day from a a Dr.’s Checkup saying that my cholesterol was pretty high. Seperate from my school’s 5k I only entered one 5k run with my grandpa who did the 7k run. I felt horrible because I was just overweight and I didnt find myself that attractive. God, especially when your older brother was more handsome had abs and biceps since 5th grade.  ashjdkasld yeah this is where my self esteem issues come from, but anyways, I was complimented on my  buldgy calves. They were pretty big, for a big boy like my self. I remember one time when runnign the 20 minute run I always thought about falling over and getting hurt so I didnt have to run, mentally I wanted to just stop myself from pushing my body. ashdbjnka My best mile time was 5:37 by the way. When it was raining and they made us stay inside our school’s gym, playing dodgeball. I WAS SO HAPPY. I would pray that it would rain enough so that the track would be too wet where we all the PE classes would have to walk around the basketball quarts and then the other  half o the class would have to play basketball. I WAS ALWAYS SUPER EXCITED. Those were the best days regular days of school. of course not more exciting than Game days, honor-roll Bingo , or field trips of course AHAHA One time I brought I red chocolate balls that I got from people standing in front of safeway that were wrapped neatly in this plastic bag. I gave some to my friends before we ran, thinking wow we could be just like Choji and his ration pellets. Jesus. It was just concentrated choclate balls of sugar.   -- It was pretty good tho. Middle school was awesome. I did whatever I wanted no matter how uncool people thought it was. I thought that just doing what I loved was the coolest thing ever. I used to read the Shonen Jump manga magazines and I was reading the YugiOh Gx weekly chapter and Jesus H. christ it looked so fun. The next day I talked to my friend who was fanatic about Yugioh and he helped me create a deck. The next two years FUHHHH our whole friend group was playing yugioh. It felt like some anime, going home editing decks, dueling in my friends garage drinking cans of Dr. Pepper and honey Twisted BBQ chips. Playing some Halo 3 and Pokemon Stadium 2 on the side. IT WAS SO FUN. When we would have a party in class or potluck I’d get 4 cups of Pepsi, Plateful of Doritos , Lays and Hot cheetos and my friends and I would whip out our decks. Living the life. At the time the Wii , xbox 360 and itouch were very popular. I didnt have a smart phone til the end of my high school and wasnt until my freshman year in high school that I bought my own prepaid phone and minutes and texting plans. anyways the only console my brother and sister i had was teh game cube so these consoles were treasures whenever I would go over to my friends house after school. there was also this one time in middle school where our homeroom teacher allowed 4 people from our AVID class, and at the time I thought AVID students were the smartest collection of indivuals in our school, to go around campus picking up recyables such as cans and bottles so we could sell and add to our class field trip fundraiser. At first our teacher assigned us only 10 minutes and expected us to comeback. 10 minutes of missing class was amazing. My group of friends and I felt so free, so powerful, passing the doors of other classrooms and students, walking where we shouldnt be. And when we would comeback she would reward us with homemade cookies. HOLY, our teacher was so kind. I cant remember if this was a daily thing, but we did this each time we had class. But every time we would come back deliberatly a little later. From intially 10 minutes we started coming back 15 minutes later, then 20. And I kid you not we started going out “recycling” for the entire class period which was about 50 minutes. IT WAS AMAZING. And we may had been in middle school, but we werent dumb. We were AVID students. Advancement via indpendent determination. We were the futures most brightest, up and coming. So we were thinking if we could somehow find more cans and bottles to fill up our garbage bags itd be more than enough reason to explain why we were coming back later than we were orginally suppose to. So initally we would invite ourselves to other classrooms tell the teacher ‘we’re reclying, dw , were supposed to be here’ and go through their blue bins and take whatever cans and bottles we can add it to our bags. Then we started looking at the larger reclye bins in the shcools court yard and just take all the bottles in their. Realistically it took no more than 5 minutes to fill a garbage bag filled with cans and bottles, but we would spend the rest of our vacation racing each other on our school’s track and kick each other on the school’s monkey bars. Jesus. it was so fun. my life feels pretty defeated right now, so I just wanted to share with 

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