#''the price is amazing but wasn't there a better time?'' like literally no

[jellogram]

A big thing that people who don't deal with airfare never understand is that there are a limited number of routes that exist. "I'm okay paying more for a more convenient flight!" "Why did you take that awful flight, wasn't there a better option?"

NO. There is not. It's not about price, it's about availability. Some routes simply do not exist and no amount of money can be thrown at the airline website to make a new plane appear. Sometimes routes are only at 5am, or only overnight, or are only accessible with two or more stops. This sucks. But unless you want to charter a fucking jet, you are going to be on that stupid shitty fuckass flight.

[dovabunny]

GhostSoap AU Concept - blind love

Soap is an army vet who lost his sight in an explosion. He now works as a masseur, he's good with his hands and his options are limited.

Ghost is a scarred, disfigured man in pain with insecurities he hid behind thick walls and a mask.

Ghost's body is a mess of injuries old and new, he can't even remember what it's like to not be in pain but always pushes through it. That he's getting older doesn't help either.

Until his back locks up mid mission and he's left in pain that has him limping and wincing.

Price has had enough of him dodging the question and actually orders him to get it looked at. Ghost refuses. First, he will not take off his shirt in front of a stranger, and he most certainly will NOT let a stranger touch him.

Price sighs and says he knows just the place.

If it wasn't an order Ghost wouldn't be here, no way in hell. He's just gonna go in, tell the guy to say he was here and leave.

It's a small parlour, if it can even be called that. A small two story building with a tiny waiting room and a door leading to the back.

But it was at the edge of town away from the bustle of the city, the wilderness literally just across the river next to it.

It helped a bit, the place being so out of the way. Ghost appreciated privacy, after all.

There was no one in the waiting room, but the door jingled when he entered. Soon enough a voice yells 'with you in a sec!', accent thick and Scottish.

THAT was unexpected. He was expecting a woman, possibly old and creepy. It helped a little bit more.

Then the door to the back swung open and he lost his breath a little.

The man walks out with a beaming smile, hair in a fkn mohawk that somehow looked great on him, built like a damn rugby player.

But it was his eyes.

A striking deep blue, but clouded.

At Ghost's silence the man's smile is a bit more forced. "I can tell you're there, ya know."

Ghost snapped out of his daze and stuck out his hand in greeting, then felt like a fking idiot and yanked it back. "It's Ghost, I mean, Simon. Price called about me."

"Ah. The lieutenant! Price told me you might be a flight risk," he chuckled, but somehow it didn't feel condescending or cruel as laughter towards him usually was. It was friendly, warm.

He felt entirely off kilter.

"I'm John MacTavish, call me Soap." He stuck out his hand. Ghost took it and shook, feeling callouses on his soft hands.

"Kind of name is Soap?"

Soap smiled. "It was my call sign. Was called by it so long anything else feels odd."

"You're military?"

"Was. Just entered SAS when," he gestures at his eyes with a strained smile.

Ghost didn't know how to respond, which Soap must've picked up on too cause he quickly followed with a "So! Shall we get started?"

Without waiting for a response, Soap walked to the back, Ghost snapping out of it and following after a beat.

He stood in the doorway and looked around. It had soft lighting, soft music from somewhere that sounded almost Celtic, it smelled... Amazing. Gentle and warm, but no distinct scent he could place.

Soap was moving around with precision, washing his hands and putting things ready.

Ghost had fully intended to go through with his plan - pay the masseuse to tell Price he was here then leave. Maybe buy a heat patch form the pharmacy.

But here, now, in this room with Soap - a veteran who'll understand, who can't see how ugly disfigured he is...

He decides to give it a chance. For the first time since he became a dead man, he's going to get out of his shell and try to take care of himself, to stop waiting for his inevitable death and actually work towards getting better.

In the best hands he could wish for.

[larytello]

I find it funny and sad how Tumblr users are SO CONDITIONED to English language as default they will just NOT interact with posts in other languages whatsoever, no matter how cool the thing is - not even a like and reblog without adding comments or tags to it

Small rant ahead with something that happened this week AND I SHOULD POST IT IN MY OWN LANGUAGE TO PROVE A POINT but I won't and it'll still prove a point.

I have a Paw Patrol sideblog. It's a very active blog where I post, reblog, receive lots of asks constantly, I post my art there, etc. I got more active followers there than here on my personal blog and that's saying something (my personal has over 10x more followers than the Paw Patrol one AND STILL that one is more active lmao). People are always liking the posts/reblogs, always adding a comment, always reblogging with comments and/or nice/funny tags, sending asks. Literally it's very active.

Last week I reblogged there a post I found, it was a video of a mom and her daughter playing together with Paw Patrol toys and a handcrafted Lookout Tower made out of cardboard. THAT TOWER LOOKS SO COOL. It's amazing and the mom made it herself for her daughter and they were playing together so happily. Naturally this reblog should get a lot of likes and some reblogs, right?

It didn't get any. It's the only reblog so far there that didn't get a single bit of interaction.

Do you know why?

The mom and daughter are Brazilians. They speak Brazilian Portuguese. The text in the post is in Brazilian Portuguese. I added a long comment myself ALSO in Brazilian Portuguese (it is my first language as I'm Brazilian too) saying how cool it was, joking about the prices of official Lookout Tower toys (absurdly expensive around here) and that I've been planning myself to also build the Lookout Tower and the Paw Patroller with cardboard as well but I'm still in the first sketching stages, but seeing her project really inspired me to go ahead and continue working on my own.

I even followed her blog and she followed me back too. She posts a bunch of cool stuff and toys and games she creates with her kids, it's really AWESOME. I could spend HOURS looking at their posts.

But as she posted in Brazilian Portuguese and I commented also in Brazilian Portuguese and added tags ALSO in Brazilian Portuguese, it looks like NO ONE BATTED AN EYE AT IT.

What, are y'all afraid of using GOOGLE TRANSLATE???? How the fuck do you think I learned English ON MY OWN to interact with people on the internet in the first place when I was like 13, 14 years old??? I didn't even have English teachers at school and high school, I legit learned on my own because the world wasn't interested in trying to communicate with me, I was the one who had to adapt to communicate with it all.

Also I'd just like to say I love Tumblr community but y'all are SERIOUSLY LOSING INTERACTION POINTS to fucking DEVIANTART LMFAOOOOOO AT LEAST THERE PEOPLE KEEP MAKING AN EFFORT TO TRANSLATE MY OLD POSTS IN PORTUGUESE EVEN NOWADAYS XDDDD

You don't even need to learn another language like I did! YOU HAVE ONLINE TRANSLATORS. Back in my time, Google Translate was ABSURDLY AWFUL when translating anything to Brazilian Portuguese and vice-versa (it still is, but way less awful now over the years it took to better itself about it).

I USED TO TRANSLATE STUFF LITERALLY MANUALLY USING A DICTIONARY. You have the instant translation technology, FUCKING USE IT, YOU COWARDS

[cursedvida]

Something about Y/N is a bounty hunter and she has been hired to catch Buggy. She infiltrates his crew to gain access to him. At first she thinks he's crazy and ridiculous duda with all his shows and bravado, but eventually she realises that she has feelings for him?

Well i liked this prompt so... I made something angst because yeah.

PART II // PART III // PART IV // PART V // PART VI // PART VII

SAD EYES, BROKEN SMILE (Buggy x f!Reader)

A/N: i'm not really happy about the result but english isn't my first language and it's been a while since i used to write in this language. Sorry for the typos.

Warnings: just angst, swearing and the reader falling for a sad clown.

Wondering how you could have got in that situation was redundant. You knew perfectly well why you were there. It was part of your job, if hunting pirates could be considered as such. Well, it fed you, and for a person who cared little or nothing about anything but staying alive, how you got things was secondary. So when you received the assignment to hunt down Buggy the Clown for almost double his bounty you didn't have to think too hard about it. With an amount like that you could rest for several months without worrying about the money. You didn't know or care about who was after this guy or what they wanted to do with him, all you could see was the string of zeros in the offer. At the time that was enough for you. 

But that thought only lasted for a short period of time. The Clown was not just another regular pirate, he was a big shot. The guy had been nominated as a candidate to be a Warlord, which meant he was no ordinary pirate, and his special skills - which you had researched - made him someone not to be underestimated. 

Whoever was interested in getting him had to have good reasons, something you were not interested in at all, but as you got to know your target better you blamed yourself for not having demanded a higher price. Especially since catching Buggy was no easy task, he had a reputation for always moving around guarded by his crew, which made him slightly inaccessible prey. However, when you finally caught up with him and his crew, all the imaginings you had built up in your head disappeared in one fell swoop. 

Buggy the Clown was, as his name said, a clown. A real fucking clown who spent his days bragging about his fucking antics and didn't know what it meant to shut the fuck up because he was always in dire need of being heard and being the centre of attention.He wasn't a fearsome pirate, he was a narcissist with an excessive need for attention who told far-fetched stories about great feats that no one in their right mind would believe him capable of. He was ridiculous, and the worst thing was that his comrades adored him, they had almost a special veneration for him. You couldn't understand him, he became hysterical at the drop of a hat, he was hypersensitive to any comment that wasn't literally an offering to his self-proclaimed divine power and would go from over-excitement to melodrama in a millisecond. The only thing that was clear to you was that feigning adoration for this jerk to fit in with his band of morons made you sick.

Joining his crew wasn't too difficult - ego-hungry men are the easiest to cajole-. All you had to do was pretend to be a poor, helpless little girl without much talent who had wanted to be a pirate for years and had heard amazing stories about this genius jester who had not only terrorized the East Blue, but had become one of the most feared pirates on the Great Line.Buggy didn't even pay much attention to you, you was too ordinary to interest him, something that suited you. 

"Of course you've heard of me," he told you that first time you met him, when you managed to catch him in a tavern after following him for days. "Hey guys, our little friend says she's heard about the great Buggy!"

That whole gang of freaks started laughing non-stop, as if what you had just said was the most ridiculous thing in the world. Buggy turned to you again. 

"Okay, honey, what can you do for me?"

"Anything I can be useful for."

Trying not to sound too intense - so as not to sound suspicious - you insisted that you wanted the chance to learn on such a famed crew, to please give you the opportunity. The same night you were given a bucket, a mop and welcomed as an unimportant cabin girl. Just as you wanted. 

The idea was to lay low until you had been cleaning up vomit and serving drunks long enough to have access to the captain. You knew there was no point in trying to cut him because of his powers, and if you tried to tie him up he would escape, so the only way to make sure you could catch him was to drug him. 

The plan was a slam dunk. Wait until the key moment to attack and that's it, even if the waiting included having to put up with the bunch of weirdos that made up the crew and the attention whore of their captain, who seemed to have an allergy to normality. 

Yes, it was a piece of cake, or at least that's what you thought until that day when everything began to take a turn for the worse that you could never have imagined. 

"Oh, excuse me captain"

It was a night like so many others. The crew had managed to embezzle from a rich family and had pocketed a handful of gold. In the face of such success they had not missed the opportunity to celebratre: litres and litres of beer, sake, rum and all kinds of alcohol. Food to rave about. The crew circus that Buggy was leading that night was a complete madness. You, on the other hand, remained sober, in the shadows. You picked up jugs, replenished them, swept up some of the mess... Everything you'd expect from a rookie being used as a maid.

At such moments Buggy loved to strut his stuff more than ever. He used to stand in the centre of the deck, surrounded by his entire fan club, get on a box or powder keg and start his show. He would talk about how wonderful he was, how powerful and rich they would all become by being with him, and he would emphasise considerably all that he had done to achieve the goal. So it was strange enough for you not to have seen him bragging around for the last hour, but stranger still to find him down in the cellars with his back against a row of beer barrels and his gaze lost in infinity. 

Buggy was drunk. Very drunk. At that moment you thought maybe the time had come, when would you have a better chance? He was totally idioticated by alcohol, perfect for noqueating it. And his crew all drunk, no one would notice what was going on. 

You came out of your role of useless servant, your senses sharpened, your muscles in tension. The time had come before even your personal deadline was fulfilled, you thought it was your lucky night, but at that moment Buggy noticed your presence, looking at you with glassy eyes and lost because of the drunkenness, and there was something in that look that made you feel a slight sneezing in the stomach that you had never experienced before. 

"Oh, it's you, uh... uh..." he scratched his fingers, trying to remember something. 

"Y/N, Captain," you answered with a fist. The bastard didn't even remember your name. 

“Yeah, exactly…" he said to himself. His head crumbled a little. 

He didn't wear the hat, nor the coat. Her makeup was a little rushed because of the hours he had already been at the party, and his eyes were still lost somewhere you didn't know, but for some reason it caused you so much curiosity that anything else slipped out of your head. 

"Can I help you with something?" You asked, with your most innocent voice. 

Buggy stayed looking at his jar for a few moments and then turned to you again. 

"Do you think I need help, baby?" His mocking tone seemed to indicate no, but his desolate expression said the opposite. "Do you think a pirate like me needs help?"

"I didn't want to offend you, sir..."

When he saw how you apologized, he laughed, a loud sound, but lacking fun in the tone. In fact, his laughter sounded cold to you. Then you realized that Buggy was not laughing anymore, but was breathing a huge sigh. 

"It's better not to need help nor need anyone.  At the end you're always alone"

His voice suddenly darkened and, for the first time since you were on that boat, you felt real curiosity for the man you had in front of you. There was something dark in his gaze, a face of lost innocence that seemed irremediably familiar to you. Without realizing it, you had lowered the guard, and that was only the beginning of your great end. 

"You're not alone, Captain." You told him, trying stupidly to keep your role. "Everyone  in this crew is with you, and everyone adores you."

"Of course they love me" He answered, slightly offended, and then became blue again. It was then that he looked directly at you, and it was that look that suddenly passed through you. There was fury in his eyes, but also another very different feeling, you could see in them something sad and broken, so sad and so broken that you had terrible desires to reassemble it immediately. "Don't you believe it, Y/N?"

The question makes you uninterested, or too distracted. 

“What...? that they adore you, sir?"

"No, shit" he cried, shaking at the drunkard. “that we are always alone."

“So…” You was shocked, it’s possible that you didn’t know what to answer? It wasn't even a complicated or out of place question, what the fuck had you been thinking about? Fuck, what happened to you? "Well... I..." You had to react, you were shivering, you didn't shiver. You took air, trying to get back to your boats, and then you turned to him again. "Didn't we all be born alone?" 

"What?"

"We are born alone and we die alone," you said. "And we live together in the meantime. But we are born alone and we die alone." 

He kept watching you. You didn't know if he was trying to process your words because due to the state of drunkenness in which he was probably not processing half of what was happening around him, or if he really was trying to analyze you. It was somewhat difficult to discern when someone was drunk, the line between curiosity and ethyl coma was complicated. 

It was probably the first time Buggy really noticed you since you got on the boat. Because you didn't want to be noticed, he didn’t notice you, you were good at hiding. But now he had all his attention on you and something shrunk inside you, like you missed the air. You suddenly found yourself thinking that maybe he wasn't as stupid as you thought he was. Maybe that whole facade of bravado and arrogance was just a way to make up all his insecurities,. Maybe at the end he just was a broken man behind so much show. In that moment, as his gaze clawed into yours, you realized that he even seemed attractive to you. And that moment you had to look away, horrified by everything that was going on in your head, but what the hell?

"It's an interesting answer," he murmured. 

"I have to... I have to go re-set the barrels" you finally said, you had to get out of there, the atmosphere had suddenly darkened "I'm sorry, captain."

And as you went out sparkled back to the deck, you noticed something that made you absolutely horrified: you were totally noisy. 

From that night on, Buggy decided that you weren't going to be an anonymous person to him. It's not that he left everything he was doing to talk to you, but when you crossed each other, he always greeted you. And you discovered that, in some way that you were unable to understand, you were beginning to have a very strong crush for a guy who uses make up to painted his face like a clown and was a little bit older for you. 

The more interactions you had with him - very little really, nothing even remotely similar to that night - the more you realized that your contempt for all that circus roll and the freaks making shows had clouded your ability to analyze. Buggy wasn't an idiot. Well, he was, but he also turned out to be a very smart man, was good at planning and a real genius at tricks. Furthermore, despite being always talking about himself and being quite despotic, he really cared about the crew and had respect for them. At the end, you thought that he was simply growing up child  with anger problems, and that was really charming to you. 

So there you are now, you have a fucking crush on the guy you had to kidnap, not knowing what the hell to do because it's the first time in your life that something like this happens to you and feeling ridiculous at the same time because you look like a super stupid fifteen-year-old bitch. You've killed more people than you can count, you've broken bones, cut necks, ripped teeth off, but suddenly you meet that idiot clown and everything, absolutely everything you have worked on so far goes to shit. And the worst part is that you don't even care because you're too worried looking at him from a distance like stupid fool. 

"Hey, Y/N" 

It's Cabaji's voice that gets you out of your mind. Since you had that meeting with Buggy in the cellars you're no longer dedicated to cleaning and serving, now you clean and fix things. It's kind of an promotion, but really no. 

"What's going on?"

"Have you seen the two who came yesterday? You know... those who talked about joining the crew."

"No idea"

Cabaji sits carelessly, your voice has not shaken a single moment. You remember them, of course, a couple of friends wanting to become pirates. And of course you will not tell Cabaji that you had no choice but to open their heads and leave them on the other end of the island when you heard one of the two commenting something about the captain being very attractive and. That information don¡t fit well with your image of a worthless rookie, and it would also be like assuming you have more childish jealousy starts than teenagers and therefore accepting that you're reaching very worrying levels of encapsulation. 

Actually, since you found out how much you like Buggy, there are a lot of things you can't say. For example that you were the one who left that bitch without legs when he dared to make a comment about Buggy’s nose on the last island you passed. Neither can you tell the guys who hired you to hunt him that you don't plan on doing your job and that you've long abandoned that idea. Of course, can't say to some of your colleagues you're in that crew because you want it and not for work. But most of all, you can't tell Buggy that you'd love to know what it's like to kiss a man with a broken smile and sad eyes, but you would be willing to admit any of your other secrets before the last one.

[adobe-outdesign]

Kung Fu Panda 4 Thoughts/Liveblog Thing

Just caught this at the theater for a grand total of five whole dollars, so I thought I'd do some quick opinions while it's fresh.

Non-spoiler opinion: It was Okay(TM), but the movies were considerably stronger as a trilogy. It's worth seeing one (1) time if you're a KFP fan (and really, who isn't), but I wouldn't bother paying full price for it or anything

SPOILERS FOR ALL 4 MOVIES UNDER THE CUT:

A list of things that slap:

The animation is stunning and fast-paced. Really loved the use of Chinese-style paint brush strokes to accentuate the action

Also I'll talk about the 5 later but I also really liked the animation change when describing where they are—all KFP movies have at least one animation shift and I'm glad this one kept up with it

Some of the fight scenes were super good, I liked the one that uses the tilting bar on a cliff in particular

(side note: the Missing Link did something similar, just on a ship. Go watch the Missing Link)

The Chameleon served straight cunt the entire time she was on screen and I kind of loved (almost) everything about her. Character design was incredible, voice was perfect, palace design was amazing, abilities were sick

Also the way she rides up chilling in a golden tree branch of all things? Fellas, we have no choice but to stan

Also I just appreciate the choice to both do a female villain for a change and to get a reptile in here after having only mammals and one (1) bird as villains previously

Speaking of character design there were a few really good ones in there, like a pangolin that moves Sonic the Hedgehog-style, a cool looking female boar, and a bunch of Komodo dragon henchmen. Good stuff

The jokes were a very mixed bag for me, some hit and some didn't. I will say that Zhen just going "that's great for you" in response to Shifu stating he's a red panda got me for some reason

If anyone hurts Po's gay dads I'm killing everyone in this room and then myself

Jack Black's cover of Baby One (1) More Time is unironically better than the original

A list of things that Do Not Slap:

Pacing/Plot:

This movie lacked a color scheme? KFP 1 was blue (also some gold), KFP 2 was red, KFP 3 was green. These colors weren't subtle either, there are entire scenes in each movie drenched in these colors and it was really obviously missing here

The whole first half the movie feels really breathless and too fast-paced. Apparently it was a studio mandate to have it not go over an hour and a half which is A) stupid and B) hurts the pacing

As much as I love Po's two gay dads we REALLY should not have been wasting time on their journey when the runtime is so tight

Also them tagging along felt off? Mr. Ping was worried sick about Po in KFP 2 but he doesn't tag alone because obviously he needs to let his son have his space. It's more in-character with Li Shan but it doesn't come across like he's talking Mr. Ping into it or something

In general there are so many plot points in this movie that feel under-developed. You could've made an entire movie out of the previous villains returning, Zhen and the Chameleon's relationship (see below), etc.

Po's Character:

People not knowing Po is the dragon warrior is weird, I'm pretty sure he would've been more well known than that

The entire thing with Po needing to give up his role as the Dragon Warrior doesn't really make sense? The Dragon Warrior is literally a made-up title. There's no need to have a Dragon Warrior because there is no such thing technically, it's why Oogway denied Tai Lung the title and then waited years and years to give it to Po. Like it's not a role that needs to be passed down, that's missing the entire point of the Everything

Also Po's only been like Dragon Warrior for a few years? I don't think we're ever given a time scale but it wasn't that long

The jokes about Shifu and Po having trouble with inner peace/mediating feels off given that was the entire plot of the second movie

It felt like Po regressed a bit character wise. He acts like he has no idea how to be a teacher in this movie but he already was a teacher by the end of the third, that was the entire point??

Also he seemed like he was more gullible in this movie but I could be wrong

Why is Po so impressed with Juniper city. He literally spent most of KFP 2 in Gongmen hello?? I think(?) Juniper is bigger but he shouldn't be acting like he has no idea what a city is

Zhen/Chameleon:

Zhen's character design doesn't match anything else, which is weird because most of the new characters in this film keep the distinct style in some form or another

Her wanted poster shows her with the bold markings KFP is known for and it looks SO much better

The plot twist with Zhen working for the villain was so obvious I did not realize it was supposed to be a twist at first

Also, the entire thing with Zhen was entirely unneeded? The Chameleon could've just just stood up and announced her plan to take over and Po would've shown up on her doorstep with the staff

I guess the idea is that Po needed to hand over the staff willingly for it to work? But if that's the case the Chameleon could've just impersonated Tigress or something and gotten it that way in like 1/3 of the time

Originally she was supposed to have kidnapped Shifu which would've been a much better plot point as it would've given Po extra motivation

The other problem with treating Zhen as a plot twist is that it hampers the relationship she has with the Chameleon effectively being her mom, which is FASCINATING. They had some really interesting chemistry together (the whole "stand up straight" thing as one example) and I could've seen it as a Mother Gospel from Tangled kind of deal, but we barely get any interaction between the two and it's like AAAAAAA

Fanfic writers fix this shit. I believe in you

I'll have to chew on it more but my pacing thought would actually be to start with Po finding out about the Chameleon's "take over everything" plan very early due to Shifu's kidnapping. He breaks into the lair like at the 1/3 mark or earlier and he meets Zhen inside which then leads into why she's doing what she's doing and the mother angle, etc etc blah blah

The Chameleon needed to just straight-up murder someone, comically shoving them down the stairs isn't good enough. I know stairs are Po's greatest enemy but I don't think that applies to everyone

Shen was allowed to stab someone on-screen so I think the Chameleon should be a allowed to strangle someone or something. as a treat

If violence was the concern just keep it off-screen like Master Rhino's death in KFP 2

The shapeshifter turning into a giant monster trope is overrated and I'm glad it was just used briefly here and not even for her defeat

Also the Chameleon's thing with her being rejected from Kung Fu because she's too small makes no sense b/c Mantis, which I'm pretty sure everyone's pointed out already. She does say "lowly" I think but was she ever poor? Could make a very interested parallel to Zhen if that was the case but it was never brought up again

I've heard some argue body image parallels w/ Po in KFP 1 but if that was the intent it's not explored, like, at all, which is a shame because it could've been an interesting angle

Also If they wanted a better excuse related to body image just say she was too frail instead of too small. I haven't owned chameleons but I've heard from people who have that they are very frail and very hard to keep alive, which would be a much better reason to turn her away

Cameos:

Yes I'm devoting an entire section to five second cameos don't judge me

I have mixed feelings on the Five not being present (save for the end cameos). On the one hand they are sorely missed but on the other hand they would've just made the plot bloat even worse

Lack of speaking was also bothersome. Part of me is glad they weren't recast with cheaper VAs because it's disrespectful to interchange them, but on the other hand that might've been better than just not having them speak and not paying anyone anyway

Tai Lung had all the best lines and was also the best used out of all the cameos, even if it would've been nice to have him on screen for longer. Also if they stuck with Shifu being kidnapped those two could've had some much-needed dialogue

Side note, while I don't think it contradicts anything from KFP 3 the spirit world having only kung fu masters in it feels off? It makes it seem so small and limited

Kai being there is weird. He's like. dead dead. Deader than dead. I guess you could argue that you can't kill something that's already dead but there's nothing even acknowledging this

Trying to take Shen's kung fu is really weird because the entire point of the fight with Master Rhino in KFP 2 is that he is not? a master?? like he's GOOD but he's not amazing, like if a master is like a 10/10 he's like an 8/10.

"The Chameleon has the powers of all my old nemesises!" WHAT'S SHEN'S POWER EXACTLY. HIS ONLY POWERS ARE GUN AND MOMMY/DADDY ISSUES

She does summon him way later than Tai Lung and Kai so maybe she was just camp spawning every single person she could think of regardless of skill level? she also uses his wings at one point so maybe she just wanted those, I don't think(?) there were other birds summoned

Though speaking of which she claimed she was using his wings but very clearly wasn't? not only were they black but they were raggedy and lacked the five longer feathers on the tips

Also Shen's model was super off, it looked way too fluffy and like an entire row of eyespots were missing from the edge of the train (which might have been a clipping error? unsure) it's been said the new models were made out of glue and popsical sticks and I believe it

Tai Lung has a habit of just like Grabbing anyone that's smaller than him and it amuses me

It's honestly really weird that everyone would just agree to go back into the spirit world willingly?

Like I think it works for Tai Lung because he's a noble person who just goes into a disassociative state and commits atrocities. Like I think he'd be willing to accept his death

Also it checks out for Shen because he killed himself and given his "dead belong in the past" mentality I can't imagine him wanting to stick around, he'd probably think it was unnatural

But Kai?? Kai was FURIOUS at being dragged back into the spirit world at the end of 3, like hell he'd just go quietly

Also I can see Tai Lung maybe respecting Po enough to bow to him but everyone else is pushing it unless they have therapists in the spirit world. Po offered Shen some nice advice at the end of KFP 2 and his response was to kill himself on the spot, I don't think him or Kai would be bowing

All of them were definitely in the middle of a mahjong match and were experiencing the equivalent of being woken up in the middle of a nap so they were just going along with things

Chameleon: I'm going to steal your kung fu

Everyone:

Misc:

I did like some of the more subtle callbacks. Stuff like Po seeing his reflection in the blade the way Shifu did or the "I can't even beat you to the stairs" scene were nice and not overly overt or in-your-face

If Po actively refers to himself as the "Kung Fu Panda" one more time I'm going to end it all

anyway that was not supposed to be a 12 page essay but it's too late now, goodbye

[defensivelee]

what if six lives! mary had tumblr

yeah what if. that would be crazy lol

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🗝️ cross-marked-angel

daddy finally fucked off 🥳 pls wish him a good trip. i'm going live in ten

🗝️ cross-marked-angel

does @raccoongirlbush want to join.. the stream always makes more when we pretend to kiss 💛 i PROMISE i'll take you out later with the extra dono money, wear something nice!!!!

🦝 raccoongirlbush Follow

o7

🗝️ cross-marked-angel

anne i swear to lo!!! ok whatever click here to join the stream, i look forward to seeing all of you there~

#streams #i'm just kidding ily anne... #please accept dinner as my humble apology #i'll peg you later <3 #wait how many followers do i have on here again?

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🧡 menhera-prince-unlimited Follow

We're all seeing this, right? The fucking election results? I feel so bad for Rersetia, getting stuck with an Ally governor who does nothing but fear-monger and whine about the Overlifers-- all bark and no bite, that one. Unfortunately, woke little brats who don't know any better will flock to this one and decide it's a great victory instead.

I think I know what the next podcast episode will be about. It's about time we get the Allies to step down-- power doesn't mean competence. There are better people, with horns and tails, nothing but pure devil blood running through their veins, waiting for their chance out there, but when will Altos Diablos realize that?

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william please

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hans omg i forgot you followed me here haiiii ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

#hanni tag

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🤍 vitamarkedheart Follow

just seen the UGLIEST girl omg

🤍 vitamarkedheart Follow

bitches still go out like this.

🤍 vitamarkedheart Follow

wear green stockings or don't show your legs at all, fucking cow lol

🗝️ cross-marked-angel

on it bossman 🤍💚

🤍 vitamarkedheart Follow

wasn't talking to you. but can you dox that girl for me

#and then stop stalking my blog thank you #i love you princess <3 but get out #you are such a creep

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when is @/menhera-prince-unlimited going to come out with the Ally Bentinck sex tapes like we all know what he's hiding

#ally bentinck #religious posts #horny posts

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my girl got me a new collar :3 gonna post a pic later on the alt, horny timezone bitches are gonna have to wait

#m woof woofs

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Please be normal about seeing James Stewart and I together tonight. For the last time, honestly...!

🌠 lord-marlborough-official Follow

Even just allegations of abuse can ruin a person's life, literally fuck off with that. You all think you know everything.

🗝️ cross-marked-angel

you fucking wish it was just allegations lol

🌠 lord-marlborough-official Follow

I thought I blocked you, did you make another account?

🗝️ cross-marked-angel

hehehe <3 you're amazing at changing the subject... it's why he loves you 💚

🌠 lord-marlborough-official Follow

High again? @vitamarkedheart can you come deal with her now?

#sorry about this lol #don't believe them for a second #or her for that matter #marly reblogs

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💌 idolofthedevils Follow

HELLO Everyone I must Tell You NOW!!!!11 That none other than Next Month, Devils Willing,,, I will have a NEW FEATURE (๑>◡<๑) for the Pup Hoods that you all so Adore very very Very very much~ for the first time Everrrr <3 now you shall ALLLL have the option to pay for ☆Custom☆ Pup Hoods up on the site, at the LOW low Low price of an extra Twenty Guilders ♡ ～('▽^人) and nouuu Additional Wait :3 doesn't that sound great n amazing n Everything you ever wanted???? Stop moping around, Get it up, let me see you all Happy now ( ◡‿◡ ) you weird Furries with Fursonas may join in the Celebrations naowwwww~

I love you all Forever and ever ♡＼(￣▽￣)／♡ please make me very Happy and very much Richer!!!!! TOO!!!

#business spam #small business #JUST KIDDING FUCKETTES!!!! #you wish you were me #go make monopolies elsewhere ily <3

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sometimes I miss the feeling of knowing that at least death is a certainty

🗝️ cross-marked-angel

it can still be one 😘

🫁 nassauphilia Follow

is that supposed to be comforting or a threat??

#and how did u find my vent blog

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The word of the Western Kingdom today is to have UNPROTECTED SEX 🙏🔥!!! Please enjoy yourselves, suck a lot of dick for good luck 🧡!!

#i love you all <3

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hot take, maybe, but I think they should bring back teaching Messianic in schools. you can't take children to a museum and expect them to be moved at the valiance of the devils when they don't know what the angels wanted.

#i don't remember who taught it to me but i am eternally grateful #maria.txt

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[ethelstreep]

Starter for @yaksha-garden

There was a certain art to running a successful confidence game—and no, he wasn't referring to the actual, literal art that lined the walls of the gallery whose washroom he was currently occupying. Anyone could paint a picture. Of course, some picked up the skill faster than others, but really, all that separated a painter from a non-painter was time, money, and the desire to knuckle down and actually do it.

He adjusted the false mutton chops slightly as he peered carefully at himself in the mirror. They were neatly groomed, but slightly alarming in terms of sheer volume, which ensured that they would be the only thing anyone ever remembered about him. He was blessed with an entirely unmemorable face, which made flairs such as facial hair, glasses, and funny looking hats vocational necessities rather than simple tools.

Seemingly satisfied with his appearance, Adem — or Alan Short, as those in this city knew him — straightened, brushed down his lapels, tightened his cravat, and exited back into the main hall.

No, painting was easy. Making people want to buy your work was another trick entirely. And the fastest way to do that, Adem had found, was to ensure they thought you were not the one who had painted the piece in the first place.

People had a funny way about them. Place a talented craftsman with a fair price in front of them and they'll try to haggle, but give them a man in a crisp suit and a paper with an official looking seal on it, and they'll happily hand over a small fortune in exchange for rubbish.

There was a lot of money to be made in forgery, not that it mattered much to Adem. Money was just a way of keeping score. What made it fun—and this was important, this was where the artistry came in—were the endless number of moving parts.

Overcharge, and people thought you were an overstuffed ass, undercharge and people got suspicious. The venue should be exclusive enough where the clientele generally assumed that everyone else was there to accommodate them, but not so exclusive as to actually be true. And the artwork itself—oh yes, the artwork itself—merely had to exude an air of correctness. The eyes filled in what the brain wanted to see. The wear of the frame and the tint of the varnish were just as important as the stroke of the brush. The actual accuracy was not unimportant as such, but often came in second to the overall feeling of a piece.

He scanned the room. He recognized a few of the faces. Most of them were socialites, a dealer here and there, and, oh—this was a shock—prominent iron foundry owner, Atticus Blare.

What the devil was he doing here?

Blare was a known misanthrope, and held a certain disdain for his fellow man that was often reflected in his company's internal (and external) policies. The foundry's private security force seemed to take great pride in their ability to vault past due process and land poised for the neck strike at the execution.

Best avoid him, Adem thought.

His eyes settled on a lone figure standing by a painting. They glistened with jewelry. Rich, then. If not obscenely wealthy, then certainly well off enough that they were unconcerned with potentially losing a glittering chain to one of the many pickpockets that wove their way through the crowded streets. They didn't look like the typical English uppercrust, but that made no difference to Adem. Eccentricities were often footholds along the conversational byway, and building rapport in this line of work was very, very important.

He made his way towards them, stopping to examine the artwork. It was a Caravaggio. He had never attempted a Caravaggio, although he'd once tried his hand at a Rembrandt portrait. It had fetched him a neat sum at the time. He could probably do better now.

"It's amazing work, isn't it?" He said, in a seemingly offhanded tone. He kept his gaze fixed on the painting. "His use of contrast is really quite remarkable. To take a simple canvas and breathe such life and emotion and energy onto it with the simple stroke of a brush... Are you a fan?"

[kabillieu]

I tweaked something in my lower back--a nerve, a muscle, who knows--by just existing. Literally I was doing nothing except unloading the dishwasher, I wasn't even bending down when it happened. My back goes out like this occasionally. It is happening more as I get older, and I wonder if it has something to do with my core not being strong enough. I had been doing a good job of doing pushups and planks and then the past three or four weeks have been so busy with visiting family and the chaos of my big kid being dysregulated, so I stopped. The annoying thing about back pain is that the only thing that is supposed to help is to continue to move and walk through it, so that's what I do, and then I always feel better in a day or three.

Despite how annoyed I am by my back hurting, I am also pretty goddamn happy today! Here is one thing I'm happy about: Dominic just bought an inflatable hot tub from Costco! Let me tell you a story about my journey with hot tubs.

When we bought our Florida house in 2012, it came with a hot tub, which we were both puzzled by and found a little cheesy. Haha! Jokes on us because it turns out we are BIG TIME hot tub people. Like there is nothing better than being in a hot tub and having a few beers. Did we overindulge sometimes? Yes. Was it worth it? Also yes. You can't bring electronics in a hot tub so it forces you to actually talk and bond as a couple. It's also a fun thing to do with friends! You can be outside in it in chilly weather and it's amazing!

Well, that hot tub was old and Dominic was always battling it and eventually it broke for good. We wanted to replace it but weren't willing to pay for it because hot tubs are very expensive. Enter: the inflatable hot tub. Dominic bought me one to keep in Pensacola a couple years ago for our anniversary, and we have been using it ever since! It's pretty much everything we need from a hot tub experience. Just a way to sit in warm water outside. We never even turn the bubbles on.

When we bought our house here in Alabama, we had plans to put in a real hot tub, but when we had an electrician out recently to do other work, he gave us an estimate, and the cost to run enough power is just way too much, and that doesn't even include the price of an actual hot tub. So! After a lot of talking about it and feeling silly about becoming people who own multiple inflatable hot tubs, Dominic bought another one. And I'm excited!

Anyway, if you are ever on the fence about inflatable hot tubs, I'm here to tell you in my experience they are a lot of bang for your buck. My back and I are really looking forward to it.

[terrence-silver]

Would Terry pay for certain "services" 😉

Because when he was coked out in the 80's I can totally see him paying for those "services" then.

---

Of course he'd pay a sex worker and not just for himself; for others too!

On him!

The masseuse girls in Tahiti, Mamona and her girlfriend, could've been just that for John Kreese at the recommendation of a regular someone who knows they're excellent from personal experience. And his Johnny deserves only the very best --- especially when Johnny's doing a bit blue and needs his mood fixed through quality professionals approved by Terry Silver himself! He wouldn't just drop him into anyone's hands. Massage by the seaside plus a happy ending! What guy wouldn't feel better and drop his self-deprecation after that!? Wouldn't be surprised if the Tahitian resort received explicit and in detail instructions from overseas on how John should be treated and how he likes to be treated from Terry personally, if you get my drift --- and no doubt Terry got off on the fact that he and John technically shared the same ladies. Heck! He was on the phone directly with John while John was having his back rubbed. They even synchronized the fact that they were both in the nude, wrapped in towels, sipping on cool drinks, chit-chatting about REVENGE. It's hilarious.

These dudes are open and proud about it!

I feel they brought it back from their time in the military, if we're honest and it just never went away. You find comfort in working professional girls when you're out fighting in the bush and I think these two kept doing it even after Vietnam in one shape, way or form.

My god, even when Terry's gotten older and dropped the habit of narcotics and other more addictive, hedonistic vices, doubt he's grown out of the habit. His character never really changed; it simply took on a different, more socially-acceptable facade for a brief blip there, but underneath, it's all the same. Do we really think Cheyenne wasn't a higher level 'professional' too? C'mon, now. That was very openly a sugar baby on a payroll having her project kickstarted by him, flat out, and nobody can convince me otherwise.

🤷‍♀️

How about when Terry flat out offers Shannon a 'job' and it's never stated exactly what kind or what this woman could even do for him, but knowing Terry Silver, what he was offering was for sure several shades of shady and he even rubs it into Johnny Lawrence's face later on, how she's a lovely lady. Deserves so much better. He wouldn't just pay an actual sex worker, he'd proposition people who aren't even sex workers to start working for it because nothing's for free, is it? After all, someone has to reimburse the car he so generously borrowed Robby and Tory for prom along with those outfits, yeah? And who's more fitting than Robby's own mother; a woman otherwise in a vulnerable state of mind with a history of addiction herself --- someone perhaps easily exploitable? The ex-wife of John Kreese's golden boy pupil gone rouge? It would be an amazing opportunity to score a point and break the enemy's morale through messing with their woman transactionally, no?

Man's got that pimp and that dog inside of him and you better believe that.

Everyone's a whore with a price and if they ain't, Terry has ways to make them one to suit his own agenda if he wants to, literally and figuratively speaking.

[pbandjesse]

I was still very tired today but I felt a little better. Just a little but still. I felt more positive.

I did not sleep good again but it wasn't as bad. I still couldn't breathe. And I woke up to pee a million times. But it wasn't as bad.

When I did wake up James was there with hugs. I felt all puffy and not good. But I was happy they were there.

I washed my face and got ready for the day. I liked my outfit and felt very cozy and comfortable. I went downstairs and James had made me a grilled peanut butter and jelly sandwich. And joined me in the couch.

We decided we would go out to see some cultural things today. It's hard on Mondays because most of the museums in the city are closed. But the Baltimore Ohio railroad museum is open! So we decided to go there. It's funny because we also went there last Christmas season. Apparently that's just what we do.

We would chill on the couch for a while though and left a little after 10. James was playing a video game and I was just scrolling on my phone. I wasn't feeling amazing but I was trying to shake it off.

It was very cold out today. I do love that it feels like winter. Plus I just like wearing my hat and my new coat. I was feeling happy. Also the man at the desk at the museum complimented my hat so that was nice.

It was mostly quiet at the museum. We get in for free with our BMI memberships. There were a few moms with babies. A few old guys. It was fun looking at the model trains. And I loved going in the different types of cars. The diesel shop was closed again which is a bummer but it's all good. I was mostly just really enjoying watching James be excited.

I had to take my rings off because my fingers had swollen so much. They were incredibly painful actually. James thinks it may have something to do with the change of temperature from hot to cold. It's possible but I'm honestly not sure. It was not fun though and it hurt a lot.

I still enjoyed being at the museum. We looked at the gift shop but didn't get anything. Though there was a bracelet that was all train engines that I liked but I would have liked it more if it was on engine and then just cars and a caboose. A train made of only locomotives doesn't make much sense. Ah well.

We went back into the cold. And James decided we would go to Kenilworth mall to see the model trains there. Though they aren't the best. And while we were there we would get mall pizza and then over to trader Joe's, which is attached to the mall.

It was a nice rest sitting in the car. My hands were calming down. And I was just enjoying James's company.

When we got there there were just so many people around the train garden. Way more kids then I expected for a Monday afternoon but we think they were all there today. A lot of autistic children so possibly a day trip group? It was nice to see them doing a scavenger hunt.

We each would get two pieces of pizza and drinks and found a table. We were talking and people watching and we saw this dad with two little girls. One was like 4 and the other 2. And the dad told them to sit at the table and he went to get them pizza. But the 2 year old wandered away. We had eyes on her and were keeping track. But then she went to where they had the highchairs and literally climbed it to get in it and it made me laugh but James ran over to the dad who was clearly starting to panic that he couldn't see her at the table. Let him know where she was and then helped him carry his tray of food over so he could carry the toddler in the highchair to their table. And it was obviously super sweet , seeing my husband helping a dad. It made me a little teary too. Just so nice.

We finished our lunch and walked to the Trader Joe's. I always feel so claustrophobic in there. It's always so packed. But we weren't in there long. James got the things we needed. I got a couple snacks. And a peppermint body butter that is half the price of the one at target! I always switch to peppermint in December so this was a lovely find. And it's a little shimmery so that's fun. And we got out of there no worse for wear.

We went home after that. I stopped to check on an old man in the parking lot who was trying to pick up his glove but looked very unstable. Thankfully he did not fall. And then we were off.

When we got home we decided to do what I had asked. Hang out on the couch. Watch the last "interview with the vampire" episode. And then we would start "call the midwife". I have wanted to watch that for a while but I really struggle to watch shows. But I thought with my terrible energy level, need to be near James, and a few tiny bears to sew, I would be able to focus.

And I was right. I thoroughly enjoyed the season finale of vampires. I had two chocolate peppermint covered marshmallows. I draw so much water. I felt so dehydrated today. But I was really enjoying hanging out with my husband on the couch.

I finished all the bears I had cut out. And we would watch 4 episodes of "call the midwife". I got ready at every episode. I am glad I'm watching it while pregnant. Like it's nice to see the history, the really good deliveries, and the bad ones. It is sort of comforting to see how technology and medicine has changed since the 1950s.

Before the sun went down James would go for a little walks round the park. I stayed behind and tidied up the kitchen. Put away the bears I had sewn. I also fixed the sign I made because the hot glue did not hold. Not shocking. But I think my new fix is good.

When James got back I was watching a financial show on my phone. Made us feel a lot better about our budgeting. Seeing people making $10k a month and be hundreds of thousands in debt, and claiming they are living paycheck to paycheck is weirdly comforting.

James would make some dinner. I had cream cheese, cocktail sauce, and crackers. James had their leftover patty melt from yesterday. And once food was done we would get back into the show.

We would watch the show until around 830. My head has started hurting and I am glad I made it through the last episode but I could t do any more for the evening. Instead I came upstairs and started writing this while the shower warmed up.

But now I am clean. And my head doesn't hurt so bad. I had more water and a pretzel, because I heard that having some salt with your water helps if you feel dehydrated. Fingers crossed that it works.

And fingers crossed that I feel better tomorrow. My plan is to go to the craft store to get more felt to make a sample for the music festival. And then go to value village to get more fabric. And at the very end of the day I'll head to the museum for the Key Bridge event. Because of that event I get James at home for the morning. I am always excited for that.

I hope you all have a good night's sleep. I love you all. Goodnight!

[senzariscrva]

hi i'm alive, i have been car stressing and so... not here. i was SO READY to be done car stressing but the universe said NOT TODAY.

basically, my car has been acting up for yeeeaaaars. but now there's a new thing breaking or malfunctioning every other week, i'm at 298k miles, it's TIME. that car is so stressful to drive because i'm always on edge about something else going wrong.

so i was looking at this one specific car. but it was a liiiiiittle out of what i was sure i'd be able to afford. and also it was just eternally not in stock because as the cheap car of the company, everyone was just buying that shit. so basically the only option was wait and hope one pops up and jump on that shit, or order it.

so last september my dad was all set to order it, and he decided that since i wasn't positive i'd be able to afford it, he would order the minimum of what he would want in that car, and then if i couldn't afford it, he'd take it instead.

so. what he ordered was $12k more than what i wanted and i was like welllllll definitely can't afford that now.

so. turned to used cars instead. most of what i've been finding is a similar price to the car i originally wanted to get. which.... nah. so i've been back and forth with my dad for the last week about what he's willing to give me for a down payment, because i make $14/hour yo, i don't have shit. at first he was offering me 12k and found me a car at the dealer he goes to. the car was $31k which is waaayyyyy out of the range of what i can afford, even with a 12k down payment. so i looked at the dealership where my brother is a mechanic and found a used car for like $23,200, talked to my dad, and he said he took back the 12k offer and said he'd give me 5k. which brings $23,200 out of my range.

so. i stressed and agonised and searched and talked to my dad again like "look, i'm not trying to buy a car that's going to have me constantly in danger of not making enough money to make my monthly payments, and i'm not looking to buy a car that's in barely better condition than my current one and is going to die in two years, and those are basically my options so idk"

so. he basically said "wellll would it help if i do $7k for a down payment instead?" so like. yes, obviously every little bit helps.

aaaaaaaaaaaand then i found it. the perfect car. it's a hybrid, about 7 years old, 81k miles on it, so it's been driven a decent amount and the previous owner wasn't letting it sit around a ton most likely. $14,200. with the 7k down payment, that was going to make my monthly payments about $180/month for five years. aaaaaaand. i did a lot of math and figured out that driving that car would cost me about $90/month in gas, whereas my current one is costing me $150/month. so. there we go. there's the majority of my monthly payment right there just in the difference in what i'm spending on gas.

sooooo today i did the thing and called the dealership and scheduled an appointment to test drive it (i am terrified of phone calls okay, major panic mode right there lmao), got my brother to go with me so he could do his mechanic thing and take a look at it aaaaaaaaaaaaand we got there and they were like "........oh, yeah, someone was supposed to call you, we were getting it ready to test drive and it put up a hybrid engine warning light, so we had to take it back to the shop to see what's going on, and if it's super expensive to fix, we have to just scrap it, but if you want i can keep you updated"

so. that's fun lmao. just my luck. i'm gonna hope it's something they'll fix because DAMN that is literally exactly what i need in a car right now.

i guess i continue the car search just in case, but idk. i'll hold off on actually buying on for another two weeks or so in case they're able to fix that one... otherwise... idk, i gotta find SOMETHING. but yeah, hybrid is clearly the way to go, if most of my monthly payment can be covered by $160 that i don't have to spend on gas? that would be AMAZING and then i'm not super fucked over.

[notfknapplicable]

It's been a rough Friday, but I knew that things couldn't stay sunny and awesome like they did in January. Still, I was able to work out solutions to the issue and I had my favorite ramen for lunch and I'm feeling much better now.

I don't know if I mentioned that I was going to tour an available rental this morning, but the property mgmt company did a dastardly fucken bait-and-switch on me. The place already wasn't amazing - very old house (a friend used to live there and trust me it's kind of a dump) split into a triplex, tiny stove and kitchen in general with literally no surfaces to prep on, very few electrical outlets anywhere in the place, surrounding greenery fully overgrown so you know they got roaches, and not a single utility in included in the $975/mo rent. So this bitch calls me this morning to "confirm" my viewing and then tells me that oops we listed it for the wrong price, it'll actually be $1100/mo and still without a single utility included.

So of course I canceled because I already couldn't afford the $975/mo rent but I'm desperate to live alone, so I was willing to make it work until I heard what they actually intended to charge. And of course I spiraled into a panic attack and burst into tears and my therapist twin sister had to call me and comfort/calm me. They calmed me enough for me to refocus and do a little more searching, and then the most serendipitous thing happened: I found a place rented by my old landlords (the ones I rented from for 4 years most recently) that's extremely affordable even though it doesn't include any utilities either. Brand new laminate flooring, fresh paint, new-ish stove, dishwasher, it's a duplex so I don't have to worry about being surrounded by annoying college kids, neighbor is a long-time tenant who is not a college kid, and it is located firmly in the 'hood. POC neighbors and no game day fuckery to worry about. No airbnbs. My tour is on Monday and I have the app fee and deposit on hand. As long as it's not falling to pieces, I'm going to take it.

Also - immediate move-in! I desperately want this place to work out because I really can't stand my current living situation for much longer. My roommate clearly hates having a roommate as much as I do, and I've never felt less welcome in a place that I was supposed to call home. I'm a guest in that house. Since I moved in I haven't felt warm or cool once, because she is one of those psychos who won't run the hvac at a decent temperature ever. When I got back from San Francisco last month, she was in there wearing a hoodie underneath a down vest with the heat on 66 (fucking freezing). Last summer I stayed sweaty and stinky and covered in heat rashes because she "gets cold" and wants the a/c on 77. I can barely use the kitchen with the way she camps out in there cooking almost every single night. I mostly cook on Sundays. I miss sitting on my couch, eating at a table (every meal on my bed ugh), and having a living room. I need to live alone. I know that about myself now.

I'm going to light a candle when I get home tonight and hope against hope that this works out.

[yooniesim]

not being in the sims community for a few years (computer problems, couldnt play) and then coming back only to see so many creators have their cc behind paywalls sure was a shock tbh. i dont blame ppl for having patreons for their cc in general, ive seen plenty of creators have patreons with all their cc for free; becoming a patron being just an optional way of supporting them. plus, im pretty sure patreon has unlimited space, so ig itd also be a good idea if u dont have/dont want to use sfs or other unlimited upload sites (also posting pics with the files is a plus)

some ppl tho are like, wild. ive seen ppl charging 20$ a month and only releasing like, at most 3 patron only things per month then complain abt their stuff being shared for free.... like, youre selling 3 items a month for 20$, which is the same price as the base game when it isnt on sale. plenty of ppl already dont pay for the game itself, do u think theyre gonna want to pay the same amount for 3 things??

yeah nonny I'm in the same boat, it was so shocking for me to come back to this lol. I never imagined this many people would have patreons. I think it wouldn't be a big deal if it wasn't almost everyone. But here we are lol.

I remember when patreon tiers were $1 and you got access to everything. When I first saw someone with $3+ it was the most expensive I'd seen for maxis match early access cc, and it really wasn't worth it for that creator. Now it seems like so many people are $5 minimum??? And sometimes you don't even get access to everything? The cost has increased drastically and more importantly- the quality isn't there.

I've had a few items that I downloaded when it became free and tested in game and went, "thank god I didn't pay anything for this". Lack of LODs or proper maps, high poly, holes, improper weights, etc. All of this to me is fine for purely free cc (as long as there's nothing game breaking). But to me, for paid cc, early access or exclusive, is unacceptable. And there is no way to know what you're going to get, and if there's a problem, you're out of luck. It may not be fixed, and you're certainly not getting a refund.

And then there's the issue of the tiny mesh edits. I know for a fact there are many people, if they knew how simple the edit was, they would never pay for certain items. I am not paying anyone for 5 minutes in blender. I would honestly rather pay for a recolor than a lazy ass mesh edit. That's more time and effort than making a hair two inches shorter. You don't even have to edit the texture, just make hat chops, and sometimes not even that! I have literally made certain hairs in under an hour and I'm not even that experienced! Separated the werewolves stuff in around the same time. I made the necklaces I posted recently in a couple lazy afternoons, like ten minutes per. Of course it added up since I did so many at once, but nickel and diming per tiny mesh edit? The ratio of time and effort vs payment is ridiculous. There are so many talented creators that do amazing work that takes days, weeks, etc for free. And there are talented creators that do really awesome items for early access as well, that seem worth the money. So when I see that sort of cheap tiny edit thing... it feels like these creators are taking advantage of the consumer that may not know better. It's embarrassing.

If that $20 was for 3 things that took the creator 5 minutes each to make, wouldn't you be even more upset? And then imagine that creator has hundreds or even thousands of patrons. And doesn't contribute anything to the community other than paid content. No interaction, no gameplay, no chat, never existed before popping out of the womb with a patreon. It's insulting. Is this community just a cash cow? And people wonder why we're all so tired, even if it's following EA's rules.

[reginarubie]

The Dance has begun. I can understand Sansa, as for why she feels so small again, calling out to her real family even more desperately — if only these people knew what was coming, just like she does! And right now she's not that Little Bird, she's a fighter and she won't run. I love this girl and how full of compassion for other people she is. She knows that innocents are going to be sacrificed for literally nothing. Alicent does too, but she blindly prays for salvation because opening her eyes would kill her. Rhaenys does too, but... I mean, this lady has issues. Or maybe she's just THE Targaryen and it is ✨fine✨ for them to think like that. Ugh, cringe bitches, both her and Rhae — Laenor deserved better, just like Symon does, though he's got something better than he hoped for. Ned is saving him just as much he & his fam saved her from Larys. *In Aemond's voice* It's a fair exchange. And oh no Rhaenys, don't you compare Lady Whent to your spoiled cun..ning niece. Ugh, I can't stand her in any universe, sorry. One more proof you got all the characters so well! But enough of the Blacks, my Green boys! Sansa is definitely all of us watching THAT scene 🤣 Despite it's being a fight scene it's absolutely heartwarming and I was happy to experience a better version of it. Aegon and Sansa need to chat more Imao, it's sending me 😜

But Aemond, babe, your plan! It wasn't that bad. Almost as okay as Daeron becoming a king in F&B. However, their loyalty to Aegon is here again to ruin the day. Loyalty is a great thing but did any of you except Niddle listen to Aegon himself? HELAENA MY DEAR SHE'S HAVING SUCH A BAD TIME WITH ALL THIS BULLSHIT. Cousin Ned is there for you to feel valuable 💜 I hope Cole mentions that it was Ned's idea, the crown.

Also... One more hint on the possible third team... The Starks + Firesteel? Would be perfect 🥺 Waiting for the Storm's End. Hope Ned does something to Aemond's anger issues hehe... But even if Luke doesn't die, something tells me the Blacks still won't be satisfied. Either way, may Lady Stark survive them all once more 😈

Ciao Anne!,

As always thank you for your review it’s amazing!

Rhaenys is still a Targaryen to the core and she has her own plan, she doesn’t trust Rhaenyra one bit, but she has her plan and won’t be standing down about it. Her girls need to inherit Driftmark and their children — Laena’s grandchildren — to sit on the Iron throne for her revenge to be complete, also, it felt fitting with the way she acted with the attack to the Sept that Rhaenys would be like “The Realm ain’t my responsibility since they rejected me. Now they pay the price”

Aegon is very aware that he is not fit to rule — maybe he might have been but his issues are all over the place — and he knows Ned is more clever than she lets on, he has seen it, and he’s a little spoiled shit anyway. So ofc their interactions would be fun 😂😂😂 he be like “Where’s ya husband, cousin?” a jab to her and Aemond alike and then be like “Ya know, I know, the Seven know. Are you more attached to reality than these idiots?”

Helaena is a baby and she must be protected at all costs, and Sansa is there for it. In the book it was Alicent and Helaena both who talked Aegon out of full war and convinced him to offer her peace terms. So she’s much more involved than the show made her — terrible really so we’ll see more of her. Sansa’ll make sure of it!

Aemond’s contingency plan wasn’t that bad, and it took into account several issues… still could the Greens claim to be better than the Blacks if they fought an intestine war between themselves? No. They love each other, they’re loyal — never forget Aegon commissioned ginormous statues of his brothers, Aemond never took the throne though he acted as Prince Regent and Daeron actually throw wine in the face of the lord who dared suggest he stole his brother’s crown.

Like Alicent did one thing right, she made sure her children would be united and loyal and true to each other — we see that also in the private dinner scene in the show, Aegon shoulders Aemond in his speech and immediately is ready to throw punches when the Black kids come for them making sure to humiliate them by slamming their face in the plate — 😂😂😂.

Lady Stark is much stronger than anyone gives her credit for, much more clever than anyone gives her credit for and much more good and brave than anyone gives her credit for. She’s going to eat you all alive and make of you all her project to save the North and you will do it gladly because she asked nicely. 😂😂😂

That’s Sansa superpower. Her own brand of magic.

Thank you again for dropping by and for the amazing review!

As always sending all my love ~G.

[allywritesforfun]

hii! Could i pls request a j/10: first kiss with cc!Eret with the reader and them being on a streamer party and they flirted a lot in the past months, dancing around each other and now they finally met each other at the party? After dancing for a bit, Eret asked the reader if they wanna chat for a bit on the balcony and thats were they kiss? <3 you are amazing <3

eek omg and I saw your follow up message and ofc <3 no worries at all. I literally stopped watching Netflix for this because this is so big brained! I LOVE IT.

thank you for the event request! how to request for the event here.

{First Kiss} cc!Eret X Reader

pronouns: not mentioned

word count: 2219

trigger warnings: sitting on and ledge, night club vibes, swearing

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You leaned back in your chair in a deep sigh. The chair floated off the ground just for a second before rebalancing it. You stretched your legs out and propped your arms behind your head, "Did you get invited to that streamer party? I don't even know who's hosting it anymore. It's at the Twitch Headquarters in San Fran?"

Eret combed his hand through his hair, "Yeah, I got invited. I'm assuming you did?"

You smiled and nodded, "Yeah I did. You gonna go?"

He shrugged through the screen, "Thinking about it... I just wanted to see if certain people were going before I made a decision."

"Elaina going?" You fiddled with your ring.

He shook his head, "She has something else to go to."

You chuckled, "I see, you were waiting to see if I was going."

Eret huffed, "Sure... you can't prove a thing."

"Well I'm going, with or without you, pretty boy."

You looked up to see him trying to hide their smile and getting a flushed look to their cheeks, "I'll go too."

You two sat in silence for a while. You spoke up, "This is gonna be our first time meeting up."

He nodded, "It is, isn't it? Well that's exciting."

You smiled, "It is. I finally get to meet the man behind the screen."

"You're telling me," His deep voice soothed your nerves. Just thinking about meeting him, finally getting that long awaited hug was enough to make your stomach turn. "I get to meet the mystery of yourself. You talk all this big shit about how great you are, you better live up to you."

"Oh I'll live up to it, just you wait," You scoffed. "In fact. I'm gonna go and get packing. The party is in less than a week and you know people are gonna get upset if we don't film something together."

"Okay y/n. Have a nice night," Eret told you.

"Goodnight, Eret," You ended the call and typed a quick "<3" in chat.

The next few days were spent organizing and planning. You lived outside of San Francisco, so Eret offered you to stay the night at his place, that way you wouldn't have to make a long drive late at night or get some over-priced hotel.

The day of the party, you got up super early. By the looks of it, there wasn't gonna be anywhere to get ready before the party. You ate a small breakfast, did your routine, and picked out your best outfit that you were positive was gonna impress Eret.

Eret has only seen you in lounge wear. You weren't the type to get all fancy to be on screen. You preferred being comfortable, it helped you be more natural.

It was a longer drive, but you made sure you didn't waste your energy putting on a mini-concert for yourself. You arrived at the party sometime later. You parked a little ways away, that way it would be easier to get out of, plus you can't parallel park.

You set your phone on your trunk and did a few touch ups, making sure that you looked exactly how you wanted too. Once satisfied, you strutted your way to the building.

im here where are you?

eret 👑<3: uh... somewhere on the dance floor. I got turned around. im tall it's hard to miss me

You sighed, how is he already dancing? The party started like ten-minutes ago. You put your thoughts to the back of your head and walked through the double doors and headed upstairs.

The party room was easy to find. The music could be heard from hallways away and the strobe lights peaked from under the door. You headed over to the bouncer and flashed your ID. He gave you a stamp on your hand and opened the glass door.

You found the closet and wrapped your keys and wallet into your jacket, tucking it in a corner.

You felt awkward walking around, trying to find the main area. You didn't know anyone at this party besides Eret. A few people waved at you and said hi, but no one that you talked to regularly.

You turned the corner and there was no doubt that you found the dance floor. There was Eret, the center of attention, literally stealing the show. He had a circle around him, a few people were recording.

You leaned against the wall. Seeing him be so social made you even more nervous. You weren't the type to get involved in things like that. You stayed off to the side and admired his movements. God, he was so pretty. He looked like he came from some modeling company.

You've always had a thing for Eret. What started off as harmless flirting out of boredom developed into the only relationship that you would want on the planet. Seeing him in person just made you fall for him more.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a hand on your waist, pulling you close to them. You looked up and locked eyes with Eret. If this wasn't some "love at first sight" scene, then you didn't know what it was. You couldn't even pay attention to what he was saying to you, all you could focus on was those bright, beautiful eyes.

His hand grabbed yours and brought it up, signaling for you to spin. You shyly shook your head 'no' and laughed.

"Don't tell me you came to a party and you're not even gonna dance. Come dance with me!" He urged.

How could you say no to him? "A 'hello' would be nice before you just snatch me," You told him.

"Hello's are for strangers!" He yelled over the crowd noise, "Now stop stalling and get over here with me!"

You tried grounding your feet, but you were just no match to his strength. You gave up on resisting and let him take your hand and lead you to the center.

He immediately started swaying his body, moving your hands with his, trying to get you to move a little bit. You couldn't help but blush at how romantic this was and how embarrassed you felt. You don't dance. Period. Eret was like some undercover pro.

You started to feel the music more and copied Eret's motions. After a song or two, you really started feeling yourself and let loose. Rather you follow his lead, he was following yours. Both of you were surprised that you unlocked this side of you.

You kept your distance from him as long as you could, until you accidentally got pushed into his chest. Your first instinct was to back up, but Eret's hand on your back kept you in place, close to him.

You two barely said any words to each other, but it felt like in the couple songs that you've danced to, that you've had a million conversations. You could feel yourself getting hotter by the second. There were so many people around you and being this close to Eret made you all different types of flustered.

He leaned down, his breath tickling your neck, "Do you wanna go get some water and chat on the balcony for a bit?"

You nodded, stepping away. Eret kept his hand on your back, making sure that you wouldn't get stolen away from him. You stopped at the coolers and tossed him up a water and he led you to the outside balcony.

It was a huge balcony, but there were no tables. You really didn't want to look up at Eret for this long, you knew your neck was gonna start hurting. Luckily, the edge was nice and wide, enough for you to safely sit on. You hopped up, Eret stayed standing in front of you.

"I didn't even know this place had a balcony," You commented.

"I didn't either," Eret told you. "I overheard some people talking about it before you arrived."

You took a gulp of water, "If you can't tell, I don't go out much."

"For not going out much you sure can get down."

You laughed and looked away, hoping that it was dark enough to hide your blush, "I don't think I've seen a big city from this high up before."

"If you wanna get a better look I'll hold you so that you can hang your feet over."

This fucker knew exactly what he was doing and it was not fair, but you couldn't let your nerves get in the way of missing out on an opportunity like this.

You kicked your shoes off, "Don't want those landing on someone's car..." You slowly brought your knees up and looked at Eret. He took a step closer, ensuring you that you were safe with him.

If your mother could see you now: at some party with influencers, stories in the sky with some hot guy you've never met, trusting him enough to hang over the edge.

You carefully swung your feet over, letting gravity pull them down. You felt Eret snake his hands around your waist, locking his hands in front you.

"Everything looks so small from up here," You commented.

He chuckled and leaned in closer to you, resting his head on your shoulder, "Now you know how I feel when I look at you."

You lightly elbowed him, "Knock that shit off. You promised me no short jokes."

"Sorry, sorry," He apologized. "It was such a great opportunity. Have you had the chance to explore the city yet? There's a lot of great shops around."

You shook your head, "I wanted to go exploring with someone special."

"Special?" Eret questioned. "Got anyone in mind?"

You smiled and leaned back into him, "I guess we'll have to see in the morning." Your hand slowly made its way down to his. Once he noticed, he opened his ups, allowing you to slide in.

"You know..." He started. "Never mind-that's stupid to say."

You chuckled, "No, tell me! You can't start and not finish."

He shook his head, "It's cliche, just forget I said anything. Have you been enjoying your night?"

You nodded, "Yeah I have, I would be enjoying it more if you finish that sentence."

"You're really gonna make me say it?" He whispered into your ear.

You nodded, "You've intrigued me, Eret."

He took back one of his hands and rubbed his face, "It was something stupid, like: 'You light up my world like the way the lights light up the city'. Like, of course the lights light up the city, they're called city lights-that’s how it works."

You bursted out laughing, "That's stupidly sweet, Eret. Thank you."

Your hands left him as you balanced yourself to turn back towards him. He kept close, standing between your legs with his hands on either side of you. You both smiled at each other, the awkward eye contact making you both laugh.

"I didn't think that this was how we would meet," He admitted. "I thought it was gonna be some random day or VidCon."

"Yeah..." You replied, looking down at the ground.

Eret held your cheek, making you look back at him, "Penny for your thoughts?"

You shrugged, "It's just crazy y'know? This whole streamer thing. I didn't think I would end up getting this far and being able to meet amazing people like you."

He smiled, tucking your hair behind your ear, "We gotta get you a better camera then. You look way better in person than on camera."

You dipped your head down and pressed it against his chest, hiding your blush, "You need to stop doing that."

"Doing what?" He asked you.

"We're not on camera y'know. You don't need to keep the act up."

He gently grabbed your chin. He didn't force you to look up, instead pressed your forehead against his. "This was never an act," He whispered. "I've wanted to have a night out with you like this since the first month we started talking. I've waited so long for this... I think we both did."

You rubbed his cheek with your thumb, "Yeah, I did too."

His hand moved to your side, gently rubbing it in sync with you, "Can I kiss you?"

Instead of replying, you moved your free hand to behind his neck, pulling him in and connecting your lips. His lips were even softer than you imagine. At first, it was slow and gentle, but you've two waited so long for this moment. Eret straightened up and reached at your back, pulling you closer to him. Your lips hungrily moved in sync with his. You scooted as close as you could to him, wrapping your legs around his waist. His hand gripped at you, gently massaging your head. You pulled away, in desperate need of air. He chased your lips, but got the hint that you needed a break. He kissed your cheek and pulled you tightly into his chest.

"You should stay for a while," Eret offered. "Elaina wouldn't mind. I don't want you to leave yet. Just for a couple more days, two days isn't enough."

You nodded, "I'm staying until you kick me out."

He laughed, kissing your forehead one last time, "Better get used to me then."

[thedelusionreaderbitch]

Kaz Brekker x male! Reader - Terribly Wrong

A/n: So this was really hard to write in a way for me but I hope you guys like it! Also, I do have a request so I should be finishing that up soon!

Warnings: homophobia, mentions of conversion therapy, abuse the reader doesn't think very good about himself, trauma, language, I think that's it? You have been warned!

Summary: Idk how to summarize but it ends in fluff so?...

(Not my image/art)

He was a goner.

Y/n L/n was a sweet man who was always happy, always cheerful, always trying to see the good in everything.

That was anything but the truth.

That was the mask he let everyone see, and no one had ever seen past it. They always wondered how he, someone who must have been a literal ray of sunlight had gotten himself thrown into the barrel. Now, they didn't think he wasn't capable at his job it was more the fact that he was always so happy and everything around seemed to glow when he was there.

They just didn't understand how he could be so... Good.

He wore the mask well, being very careful to never even give a hint that he might not be okay, that he might not be as perfect as they think. And he always stayed through everything for the Crows and their ruthless leader.

But the cord had been cut and he was at his end.

He always felt so wrong in this world. It was like there was everyone else then there was him and he just felt out of place.

He grew up in a very religious household his parents weren't very great either. He was told that homosexuality was a sin beyond anything and that it was the worse thing that you could do.

After his parent's death, he was set off into an orphanage where it wasn't any better. It was worse. They reinforced their beliefs by beating the kids, starving them, and even using mental tricks. On kids.

But at least most of the children (that he knew of) didn't have anything wrong with them.

He was- He was gay.

There was no easy way to say how he felt. When he had finally gotten out and got swiped up by Dirtyhands because of his skills for fighting and his skills with a bow and arrow he had felt... Relief.

But it didn't last long.

He started developing something for Kaz. Something wrong and gross, it disgusted him when he would feel butterflies for a guy. Especially if it was Kaz. It nauseated him to think that he hadn't gotten rid of it. The sin, the homosexuality.

And slowly the Crows were formed and he watched them all come together (including him) and that feeling didn't go away but he felt like had finally belonged somewhere.

It was fucking amazing.

But it came with a price.

Slowly Kaz and he had gotten closer and they were beyond the point where Kaz would try and push him away. Y/n, he tried but it was useless. Tell him straight to his face that you would look away from those deep brown eyes that could look cold but then had glimpses of gold in them.

His mind was in peril, it was in constant combat with itself. Swords would clash together, the sound ringing in his head. He just couldn't get it out of his thoughts. One part of him would remember the way Kaz had first brushed his hand against his and how it felt right. But the other side of him would be repulsed that he even thought that, that was okay.

He was a mess.

That's what got him so lost while he was looking over Ketterdam on the rooftop of the Slat. Looking over Ketterdam and its darkness. pondering what the fuck he should be doing, because damn it, he had no idea. He was going through his head trying to decide what part to listen to, and how Kaz had broken his mask and seen the real him. How he loved how his lips had brushed against his knuckles, how he felt like he should be burned at the stake after he had left.

Don't get him wrong though, he supported when Wylan and Jesper got together. Never flinching or cringing when they kissed or did something sensual with each other (although sometimes he would fake gag). It was just the fact that when he was the one feeling that way, his trauma would hold a leash on him. He felt like an abused dog that's always been tied up and now that he's been let free he didn't know how to live without the leash.

While he was so lost in thought he didn't even hear Kaz come up. He felt a bare hand on his shoulder and he flinches in surprise, but he doesn't have to look up to know who it is.

It's him.

"You should go inside. We have a job tomorrow."

If Y/n had not been so lost in thought if he hadn't been so pent up about the feeling of Kaz's bare hand on his shoulder. How he couldn't breathe, how he could swear he could smell Kaz's sent and it was driving him crazy. He might have realized the deeper meaning of Kaz's words, the blunt words that any normal person would have brushed off or even felt hurt by. If he had not been so pent up with everything then a small smile might have been brought to his face knowing that this was Kaz's way of caring for him.

But it didn't. And that's when Kaz must have known something was wrong. Terribly wrong.

"I don't know." He blurts out. Really L/n? That's what you say 'I don't know!'

Kaz raises his eyebrow and shifts his body so he's facing the boy.

"Care to elaborate?"

Y/n is internally screaming at himself. Why the fuck did he have to say anything? He can't just deflect or walk away from this one, time to face the music he guessed. Or he would find a way out of this one like he did all those other times. Like he always would be doing for the rest of his life. Deflect and run. It was the mantra he played in his head to keep going and it had never failed him. But there's a first time for everything.

"I don't know how-" He cut himself off. How could he explain how he felt so wrong? How could he tell Kaz it was like he was in an alternate reality every time he was with him but when he left he did something unbelievably wrong there?

"I don't know how I-I love you."

Kaz's eyes flash with something unrecognizable but he doesn't tell him to stop so Y/n takes that as a vote of confidence and keeps on talking.

"I was always taught that loving the opposite sex was a horrible thing, a sin even and I just never thought that this- whatever we have, would happen. Or last..."

The man squeeze's his eyes shut pushing back all of the memories that had hurt him, broken him even. But then a new spark ignited in his eyes, they may have broken him but they just had made this, whatever he had with Kaz stronger. They had burned the flames of hell so high that he absorbed a portion of its power. He was more powerful because of it and using what they had used to burn him he let it fuel him. And he made a choice.

"But I realize I now that they're all wrong."

Y/n turns so he's looking directly into those dark eyes that look like beautiful black breathtaking suns. And he Y/n L/n was orbiting them and he realized he always would be.

Besides, maybe Kaz would never fully understand what he had to go through, what he had to overcome. Though no one else could steal his heart the way Brekker had and he was bubbling with real happiness for once and about what the future could hold.

"They should have warned me that a certain Demjin would steal my heart. Unfortunately for them, they did not."

Kaz leans forward a bit and a small smile grace's his lips and Y/n wants to see that smile again and again and he never wants it to stop.

"Good it made my job a lot more easier."

Their noses are brushing now and he sees Kaz stare at his lips and he blushes at the thought. The thought of kissing Kaz or the thought of Kaz wanting to kiss him.

"Likewise."

And their lips slowly come together.

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