#( Happy eat day everybody! I know this isn't related to it but it's something I can see him do )

[yjano]

All of me.

Part 4.

Pairing: Jake x Mc.

Warnings: slow burn, swearing, angst, a little fluff, smut, violence, and other pairings.

Words: 5.1k

Author's note: Although this story is not related to the Duskwood game, I will add some of our beloved characters. Please read it only if you're into angst prison stories, slow burns, etc. A little hint: You will get to see some similarities to Jake and his gang from "Never The Same" fic.

It was the second tuesday night for me since I had been imprisoned in my own personal hell hole. Not much had happened in the last few days. Jake's body was slowly healing, and I didn't need to cool the bruises anymore to speed up the healing process. I was glad that I was back in my own bed with my own blanket again, but I also missed the heat Jake provided during the night.

Nights were getting colder in the prison, and the small blanket everybody got didn't do much to keep us warm at night. Food was still as terrible as ever, but Jake shared everything he could miss, so I would at least eat something somewhat decent. I never was someone with a lot of fat on my bones, but the little fat I did have was slowly fading away like a melting ice cube.

Tonight wasn't any different. Jake and I were both sitting across from each other on the small table in the corner of the canteen. The table has become our own personal table since last week. Jake had grumbled something about being done with sharing his table, and the two prisoners who usually sat at the table had left as soon as Jake had shown up in front of them. Ever since that moment I and Jake sat together at the small table for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, talking over small things while sharing Jake's food.

"Let me guess, your mom is gonna visit you again tonight?" Jake asked with a small sarcastic smile on his face.

"Yeah, she is. There isn't anybody else who would wanna visit me. So I'm glad that she does. Is there anybody coming to see you too?" I asked back, wondering if the same guy as last time was gonna visit Jake again. The last time the guy had secretly given Jake something, and I was curious if something like that was gonna happen again this time.

"There is, a dear friend of mine is coming to visit me. I haven't seen her in a while, so I'm pretty glad to finally see her again." Jake smiled at me, a real and genuine smile that reached his eyes.

I gave the male a small nod while I put another piece of meat in my mouth, wondering who it was that was gonna come and visit Jake. This person seemed to make him happy and relaxed. A form of relaxed I hadn't seen before in Jake. The guy was always on edge, tensed, and some form of mad. Jake was never, and when I mean never, I mean never relaxed. This person had to be pretty special to get Jake in this state of mind.

With a smile plastered on both our faces, we finished our food, and an hour later, both of us were sitting in the visiting room. I again a few tables diagonal from Jake's back and my mother again in front of me. While my mother kept on rambling about my dad and the things that were happening outside of the prison, I couldn't miss to notice that Jake was sitting on the table all by himself.

Whoever it was that was gonna visit Jake never showed up, and the male sat with his head hung low on the table all by himself. A look of compassion fell over me, and with eyes filled with pity, I looked at my cellmate. I didn't know why, but I felt sad for him. Jake had seemed genuinely happy to see this person, and now that person never showed up. At least...

With a loud bang, the door to the visiting room flew open, making everybody look up in shock. A short girl with ginger hair, a blue sweater, and tight black jeans walked in the room without any search through from the guards or a warning for the commotion she was causing. With two long strikes, the girl stood in front of Jake, and three seconds later, Jake was wrapped in her arms.

Nobody seemed to mind the fact that there was a no touching policy and this girl was doing the complete opposite, the guards didn't even spare the two of them a glance and kept watching the rest of the room like nothing was happening. The girl slowly pushed Jake's arms length away from her with a huge grin on her face.

"Oh my god, you've been losing weight. They aren't feeding you well enough. Once I leave here, I'm gonna speak to the warden to give you more food. I'm paying a lot of money for that shit and I expect that they keep their end of the promise as well. From the look of it, they aren't doing that, and they will see what's gonna happen if they go against Jessy Hawkins!" The girl blurred, astonished and angry at the same time.

My eyes widened at the remark, suddenly understanding why it was that Jake got different food than I did. I didn't know who this girl was to Jake, but I did know that the girl was paying a shit load of money for Jake to get him privileges the other prisoners didn't have.

"Jessica, can we please sit down? You are embarrassing me." Jake whisper shouted at the girl I now knew as probably Jessica or Jessy.

With a soft nod from the other, both of them sat down while I slowly turned my attention back to my mother, not being able to drown out the voice of Jake's visitor. Lets just say that Jessy was loud, really loud and since nobody was doing something to stop it anytime soon the girl's voice filled the whole room and literally everybody was able to overhear the whole conversation going on between Jessy and Jake.

"I've missed you so much..."

My vision turned back to them sitting diagonal from me, my curious nature getting the best of me again.

"Like so fucking much...We all miss you like crazy Jake, we all need you back over there. Kaden is becoming reckless, Sam is a freaking sunshine for nothing now that you aren't there, Lex keeps complaining and the same goes for Dan. I can't keep running this whole thing anymore, they are getting out of control. We need our Jake back, I need my child back..."

"I'm not your fucking child Jessica." Jake whisper shouted back.

"Is that the only thing you heard from all of that?!" Jessy gasped with her hand over her heart.

"No I missed you too, Jessy, no thank you for everything, Jessy, only a scolding for the fact that I called you my child, which you are by the way, whether you like it or not."

A smirk started to form on Jake's face, and with a soft nod of his head, an almost inaudible chuckle left his mouth.

"Of course I miss you people. How can I not miss the most chaotic and crazy people that ever entered my life."

"That sounds more like it, I've got a surprise for you when you come home." Jessy suddenly said with a really huge smirk on her face.

"Don't tell me that you've changed the interior into that awful pink stuff you wanted." Jake grumbled back dangerously low.

"Okay, Jake. One, don't use that tone with me. Two, it's not ugly. Pink is a way prettier color than that stupid black and white we got going on now. Three, I'm not gonna tell you anything that would ruin the surprise. So the sooner you get out of here, the sooner you will see it." Jessy scolded back, whispering the last sentence with the grin still on her face.

"Well tell Lex to hurry up then, I would have left this fucking building ages ago if it was up to me." Jake whispered back, his voice holding a sound of anger.

"Stop that, Jake. Lex is doing everything she can. Don't you dare scold my little friend or I will not visit you for another ten years." Jessy warned the male, her voice now back to normal.

I went my vision away from the conversation, concentrating back on my mother again. I really wanted to hear more of the conversation, but my mother wasn't here for nothing, and so I had no other choice than to focus back on her and leave Jake and Jessy be for now.

Visiting hour ended and everybody except from Jake and Jessy left the room to go back to their cells, I didn't know why Jake was allowed to stay but it had probably something to do with the fact that Jessy payed a lot of money for a lot of shit. It was the first time that I had been alone in our cell since my arrival at the prison, and to be honest, I hated it.

It was way too silent and cold without Jake there. The male always had a huge aura around himself and the cell we shared, and without it, it was cold and not comfortable. It made me realise even more how alone I really was now that I was in here and locked away from the rest of the world. Luckily for me, Jake entered the cell not even five minutes later with a huge grin on his face that made me race my eyebrow in a questioning way.

"So... You and your friend seem pretty close..." I drawled, trying to mask the laugh that was trying to escape my mouth.

"I...No...Yeah, we are. She's pretty protective and caring." Jake stumbled with a huge sigh, clearly embarrassed by the fact that I had noticed their interaction.

"No shit sherlock, she acts like she's your mother or something." I laughed at him.

"She doesn't." Jake barked back.

My eyebrow rose even further up into my hairline.

"She called you her child and asked if they were feeding you well..."

A soft chuckle left Jake's mouth at my statement.

"It does sound like it, doesn't it?"

I gave him a short nod, and before both of us could fully register it, we were laughing at Jake's friend and making jokes about the things Jessy had said.

I couldn't say that I liked it inside this hell hole, but I sure did like this little moment I had with Jake, and I would forever be grateful for it.

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Five days passed by, five days in which not much happened except for the fact that Jake seemed a little off to me. I couldn't exactly tell what was off about him, but he wasn't the aggressive and disobedient guy I had gotten to know in the last few weeks. Jake almost looked like he was keeping himself under the radar. He almost looked like he didn't wanna be noticed by anyone right now, and I had no idea why.

I looked shortly at Jake. Both of us stood at our usual booth in the laundry room, but Jake had been acting weird the whole morning. Firstly, he had followed the routine once again without any trouble, and secondly, he was actually folding up his laundry.

Jake never folded his own laundry, so to say that I was in shock by this drastic change was a complete understatement. Besides that, I was sure Jake's body was definitely ready for new beatings, and there wasn't any reason for him to obey the routine like he had been doing the last few days.

To top it off I had actually told him two days ago that his body was close to being completely healthy again and I had thought that that statement alone would have been a 'Go' for Jake to do his usual things once again. Jake never did it, though. He stayed calm the whole five days.

He was not making even one misstep, and it was more than suspicious to me. This wasn't Jake. This wasn't my aggressive and short tempered cellmate. This guy was clearly an imposter, and I was determined to prove it.

I saw how Jake folded his last piece of clothing, and not a minute later, he was walking away to the small room at the back of the laundry room to put away the folded laundry. Without a second thought, I crawled down on the ground and crouched over the washing machines, hiding behind them while getting weird looks from the prisoners working there.

I put my finger over my mouth to signal them to keep quiet, and I grabbed a box of washing powder. With a quick look over my shoulder to see if the guards weren't looking my way, I threw the whole box of powder into the air. White powder started to fly out of the box, creating a cloud of fake cocaine powder that smelled like flowers, burned the eyes, and looked like a smoke bomb had gone off inside the room.

With my eyes closed, my nose pinched closed, and my mouth tightly shut. I started running through the cloud to the drying machines. With a ninja roll, I ducked next to the drying machines, staying out of Jake's sight. I quickly brushed off all the washing powder that had been stuck on me from running through the cloud of white flowery powder.

I looked crazy but at least I smelled nice for once. I heard how the guards started shouting behind me, getting mad at the four guys who operated the washing machines. Normally, I would have felt guilty and shit about the fact that someone else was getting blamed for something I actually did, but this wasn't one of those moments. I was determined to find out what Jake was up to, and nothing was gonna stop me.

I slowly crawled over to a huge box that stood right next to the drying machines and without a second thought I crawled under it, making sure that the little whole to normally pick the box up was in front of my eyes. My eyes fell once again on Jake, and every time the male turned his back to me, I made sure to move a little forward.

One time...Two times...three- Jake quickly turned around without any warning, and I literally fell down to stop myself from moving. Jake's eyes glanced shortly at the box, making me hold my breath completely.

One second...Two ...Three seconds...Four... Jake shook his head a little and turned back around. I immediately released the breath I was holding and crawled forward again. I now had a full view of Jake and the mischief he was getting at. Either Jake had been replaced by an imposter, and if he had been, I was pretty sure that motherly friend of Jake had something to do with it, or Jake was up to something. Either way, I was gonna find out about it, no matter what.

Not even ten seconds later, my prayers had been heard, and it became clear that Jake was indeed up to something and wasn't actually replaced by an imposter. The male was putting away the laundry but at the same time he was moving one of the tables slowly to the left while he kept looking at the guards who where still busy with the 'smoke bomb' I had created.

Within the next few minutes, Jake had managed to move the table to the other side of the room without anyone noticing while he was still putting away laundry at an extremely slow pace. I saw how Jake slowly removed something from his pants and threw it across the room. Within two seconds, a heavy bang sounded across the room, and one of the washing machines had a small dent on its side.

I sucked in a deep breath, and my vision darted between Jake and the commotion around the washing machine that had started a little away from our usual booth. Before I could fully register what was happening, Jake had climbed up the table and inserted something in the camera that hung above the table. As soon as the male had gotten up on the table, he was down from it, and I immediately knew that that was my cue to get away from this place and sprint back to our booth.

I slowly crawled backward under the box, and as soon as I was out of Jake's sight, I threw the box from my body and started sprinting back to my usual place.

Panting heavily, I started to fold my laundry again, seeing Jake slowly walk up to me from the corner of my eye. The male started to fold the new laundry that had been placed on our table like nothing had happened, and I casually leaned against the table, squinting my eyes at him.

"Why are you helping me? You never help me." I asked suspiciously. Jake shrugged his shoulders and kept folding the laundry.

"You got a problem with it? Can't let you do everything on your own, can I?"

I raised one of my eyebrows at him.

"Keep doing this, and I'm gonna ask the guards what they did to the real Jake and who this imposter is."

Jake turned to face me and gave me a daring glare.

"You do you, Mc, this sounds pretty crazy to me, to be honest, so you better stop this nonsense, or I'm gonna stop giving you the good food."

My eyes widened, and I immediately shut up, going back to folding my laundry. I had no idea what Jake was planning, but it sure wasn't good. I loved the fact that Jake was playing by the rules the last few days, but I didn't know if I was glad about that now that I knew that the male was up to something else. What Jake was planning would sure be a lot worse than the usual beatings he was getting, and I wasn't happy with it.

I hated being part of the commotion that happened when Jake got beatings, but this would sure be a lot worse if the guards would find out about it. The fact that Jake was keeping me in the dark and lied about his whole plan frightened me even more. I was slowly getting used to my cellmate and started to go fond of him but I had a bad feeling that Jake was gonna get himself in a lot of trouble and would leave me way sooner than I had thought.

I had a feeling that Jake was planning something stupid and that it wouldn't take a lot of time for me to find out what 'stupid' exactly meant.

~

Days started to become longer, and hours started to feel like days to me. I was slowly becoming used to this life in prison, but that also meant that things were starting to become boring, normal, and just a part of a routine. It felt like I was at school once again. The first few weeks were exciting. Everything was new and awesome to take in for the first time, but it would slowly become normal and just straight-up boring. That's exactly how I felt about my life at the prison.

Everything was new, and I didn't know what to expect for the first few weeks. Every day was filled with new surprises and new things to learn about, but now that I had been staying here for more than a few weeks, things were getting boring and every day was the same. Each day was filled with the same boring routine, the same damn clothes I had to fold, the same visitor on visiting night, and the same person I would call on phone call night.

Tonight wasn't any different, I once again called my mother, standing next to Jake, who would have a weird conversation filled with random words to one of his so-called 'friends'.

"Yeah, mom, they do feed me enough." I sighed in the phone. Even the phone calls with my mother were the same boring routine as always. She would always ask about my physical health and the fact that I got enough to eat. The answers were always the same. 'Yeah, they do, no need to worry.'

My eyes traveled over to Jake. He was once again whispering into the phone while mumbling out completely random words that had nothing to do with the conversation. Carnival, sailboat, fireworks, cat. It almost looked like the random words Jake used in his conversation were getting weirder by the day.

Much to my dismay, Jake had ended his phone call really quick this time, and I now only had my mother's voice to distract me from my boring prison life.

"Yeah, mom, I know... How's dad?" I asked to change our usual topic and turn it in a different way for once.

"He's fine, baby, still broken about your sister's death, but he's gonna get over that pretty soon." My mother answered softly but with slight hesitance.

"Does he wanna talk to me?" Uncertainty laced my voice. I knew my father wasn't happy about what happened and needed time to come around to speak to me. The one who killed his most praised and clearly favorite younger daughter.

"He...Please don't take this personal sweetie, but he doesn't wanna talk to you." My mother whispered with a soft crack in her voice. Tears started to well up in my eyes. I knew my dad wasn't okay with the whole situation, but I was still his daughter. I was still someone my dad should care about.

"Please tell me dad still thinks I'm innocent." I stuttered out to my mother.

The silence that followed my question told me enough. My dad thought that I had indeed killed my own sister. Tears started to flow down my cheeks. There were only two people that had claimed me innocent from the moment I had been arrested, my mother and my father. One of them still thought so. The other had finally given up on his daughter's innocence and was now framing me for the death of her most promising younger daughter.

A heavy sob left my mouth. I already knew I was on my own, but now it was even more clear to me that I had really no one to rely on except from my mother. I didn't even know if she really believed I was innocent or that she only felt pity for me and kept in contact with me only for that reason.

My father didn't even ask directly from me if I did indeed kill my sister. He just assumed I did and distanced himself from me. I couldn't even explain myself. My father somehow found the evidence against me proving enough and fitting. He really thought that his own daughter was capable of murdering his other daughter without second-guessing it.

Tears kept streaming down my face, and heavy sobs made their way out of my mouth. I was alone with not even my own parents to rely on. The phone I was holding slowly slipped out of my hand, crashing down against the wall with a harsh bang. I could still hear my mother calling my name through it, but I couldn't be bothered with it anymore. I felt like my heart was ripped out of my chest and stomped on. My whole body felt tense and cold. Shivers made their way up my back, and my breathing was completely uneven.

With heavy tears still streaming down my face, I made my way out of the room, walking as fast as possible to my shared cell with Jake without raising any suspicion. The guard that was standing in the hallway immediately opened the door for me, and with a quick few steps, I walked inside of it and fell down on my knees.

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Jake focus.

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I had been laying on my bed in complete peace, but then I slowly looked up from the sound of my cell door opening. My eyes immediately met with Mc's tear streaked face, and I slowly sat up. She crashed down on her knees with a soft bang, and deep sobs started to leave her mouth. Before I could fully register what was happening, I was already on my feet by Mc's side.

I softly lifted her up and placed her in a sitting position on the bed. I wrapped my arms around the crying brunette, and Mc immediately clung onto me like there was no tomorrow.

"What happened?" I whispered with the most caring tone I could find. I hated to see people cry. It showed weakness, and if there was one thing I couldn't handle, it was weaknesses. It was different with Mc, though. I didn't feel angry whenever she showed any form of weakness.

I didn't feel the urge to punch her and talk sense into her. I felt like I had to protect Mc from the thing that caused her to show her weakness. I didn't feel the need to punch Mc but to punch the thing that caused her to be like this.

"Mc, what happened?" I asked again with a somewhat soft and caring voice. Mc never answered. She only gave me a short shake from her head to indicate that she didn't wanna talk about it. I tightened my arms a little faster around her and started to rub soft circles on her back to try to calm the clearly broken girl in my arms.

I didn't know why but I wanted to learn more about the brunette in my arms, I wanted to know what was making her upset, I wanted to know what it was that caused her to cry this much, but most of all I wanted to know how I could cheer the brunette girl up.

I softly pushed one hand into Mc's hair and started to rub her scalp with small circular motions. At first, Mc stiffened at the gesture, but not even ten seconds later, I felt how she started to relax and somewhat calm down. Her breathing was getting calmer even, and the sobs that were leaving her mouth were slightly decreasing.

"Mc? Do you wanna play a game?" I whispered, trying to get her mind distracted.

Mc slowly lifted her head and gave me a short look filled with uncertainty. I loosened my grip a little and gave her a soft smile to convince her. A smile that proved to be convincing because not even five seconds later, Mc gave me a short nod of approval.

"How about 21 questions? You can start." I offered while sliding down the mattress to press my back against the wall. Mc immediately followed my movements and placed herself next to me against the wall. I quickly grabbed my blanket and placed it over myself and Mc to keep both of us warm while playing the game.

"What's your favorite color?" Mc whispered almost inaudible.

"I don't really have one, dark colors in general, I guess." I answered with a slight shrug of my shoulders, followed by my own question.

"What's your favorite animal?"

"Dogs. I really love them. If I ever get out of here, I wanna get one." Mc answered while she started to smile a little.

"What's your favorite food?"

I gave Mc a quick look, proud of the fact that my little game was having the desired effect on her. I already felt guilty about my next question, but I really needed to know what was so upsetting to the brunette.

"Pizza, why were you crying?"

Mc fell completely silent, the small smile that was displayed on her face a few seconds ago, and now completely gone. A heavy sigh left her mouth.

"I called my mom and asked about my dad. He didn't wanna talk to me, he thinks that I killed my sister without asking me about it. He framed me for a murder and he doesn't even know if I committed it or not. It made me feel like I'm all alone in the world, you know. I know I am, but hearing my mom saying it out loud struck a nerve, I guess." Another sigh left Mc's mouth, and she pushed her hand through her hair before turning to me again.

"Who was that guy that visited you the first time my mother came?"

I slightly raised my eyebrow, I hadn't known that Mc had paid attention to me or Kaden the first time her mother came over.

"His name is Kaden. He's my brother. Did you really kill your sister?"

"Would it matter what I answered to that? You wouldn't believe me if I said I did, but you also wouldn't believe me if I said I didn't. No one believes me. Everybody already has their own opinion ready." Mc answered, almost inaudible, completely ignoring to really answer the question.

"Just answer the question, Mc." I grumbled.

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Mc focus.

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"You probably won't believe me, but I didn't, happy now?" I blurred out. It probably didn't matter what I said because there was no way Jake was gonna believe whatever I had said. There was no right or wrong to answer that question it was only a matter of whether people believed your answer or not.

"Actually, I am, stupid question to ask, though." Jake answered with a smirk, making me realize my mistake immediately. I had asked Jake a question without me knowing and completely thrown away an opportunity to ask him something more personal.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" He suddenly asked with a small smirk plastered on his face. My eyes darted to my feet, and my face turned soft red. I softly shook my head.

"Never had one, dated a few guys, but it never became too serious." A soft yawn left my mouth after my short confession.

"Last question, after that we will go to sleep. You look tired." Jake stated and gave me an awaiting look. A million possible questions started to flow my mind, but I had no idea which one I wanted to have answered first, so I settled with the one that was most appealing to me right now.

"Can I share the bed again with you tonight? It's pretty cold all by myself up there." I whispered almost inaudible, my face turning cherry red. A smirk plastered itself on Jake's face again, and with a soft chuckle, he gave me approval for my request.

Both of us were now sharing the two small blankets on one mattress while sharing our combined body heat. At least there was someone who didn't hate me completely

[ru-star]

Okay, I read this and have never related to anything more in my life. I'm glad OP is living a more happy (While still depressed, I felt that sugar) Mature life, Id like to add my own opinion into this if I may.

While the original post was from 3 years ago over an Instagram Harry Potter influencer Starbucks drink, and some poor sap thinking that the drink was good but turns out the recipe was bad on itself, I’d like to add to this in my own opinion based on what I have read in this post.

If you, or anyone you know tries to make this sorta thing without the knowledge of how Starbucks or that specific Job/industry works, please don't try to post something you think is good for others to try, when in reality it’s just a waist of time or money.

$10 for a syrup-filled drink isn't something I'd be willing to pay for as a customer tbh. That alone is a hell no for me. I'd rather pay for 2 tall boba drinks with jelly boba that's $15 than a coffee-filled syrup mess.

This is like, if a person being depressed tried to talk to someone based on how their feeling depressed, and that person ends up saying “Than just don't be depressed” or “Just be happy” is like an ultimate slap to the face to the person who just tried to get comfort and or help before it got to the point of Self harm or Suicide.

Now, I worked in daycare as both a teacher's Aid, and as a Teacher, and I know that if someone, who has never worked with children, or even has children, let alone babysat kids, tries to tell me how to do something a certain way, even if I've already tried that or know it won't work, would ultimately piss me off to no end, especially if they kept pushing that thing onto me.

Ultimately what I'm saying is, if you know a drink that's simple to make that others would enjoy, post and share it! There's no harm in it, but if you're trying to make something like what OP had said in their post 3 years ago over an Influencers post on a cute Starbucks-themed drink who may or may not have zero knowledge of how the hell Starbucks even works, then please, save everybody some time and effort and don't post that shit for others to try. It's like tempting a toddler to eat a bag full of Typods by leaving it out and opened for them to reach.

If you wanted to make your own theme with a full ‘how-to-do’ step-by-step on the making and receiving process, you also gotta have if not at least different types of milk options as everything you use depends on a personal taste.

Say person A likes their drinks sweet, but person B doesn't. Say they both saw it and make it like the recipe says by said influencer. While Person A likes it and it fits their pallet, Peraon B might be lactose and ends up in a form of pain bc and or in the bathroom bc of how sweet it is along with the milk. And anyone who can't drink actual milk, myself included, knows that even just a glass of that shit can make you run for the hills very quickly if you don't use a different type of milk like Almond or 2% Milk.

Its better to have different options for different types of recipes, and yes I know that not a lotta people are willing to go the extra step and try this out with different things, and just wanna make it once and call it a day, yet honestly I find those influencers who do that to be amazing and who actually care about people who might have those issues and wants everybody to enjoy what they created and to have fun.

And yes I have made my own version of a Starbucks drink before and yes it was on the cheaper side and no I have never worked at a Starbucks before but here is something I used to drink before buying the stuff got a little expensive. You can find it at Walmart if you're in the U.S. but for other countries you can use whatever doesn't harm ya or make you bloated.

Get a glass or cup (I prefer my mason jar with a steal straw bc save the turtles).

Either get caramel syrup, chocolate, or whatever you use or none at all, and squirt it into the cup before spinning it around to create a fancy-looking pattern before maybe, if your like me and like the caramel ribbons in the straw, put some at the bottom of the cup to your liking.

You can fill it with crushed or solid ice, doesn't matter bc its gonna be cold anyhow.

Pour in whatever milk you wanna use, this can also be used for creamer and or a froth-like base that you can blend or use that spinny tool for that's overpriced but creates foam anyhow so who cares.

Next, your coffee, I usually use Delight Iced Coffee liquid coffee, but if you have more time than I do, use whatever normal coffee you use and pour that shit into whatever amount you wanna use as doing measurements variables on person to person. I personally just measure until it gets a little high before stopping.

Next, whipped cream. I usually use a lot but just enough to go over the rim of the cup but again, use as much or as little as you like.

Finally, add your syrup or nonsyrup to the whipped cream, and boom. Straw time.

ok enough is enough. whichever one of you virgins invented instagram starbucks recipes, die 1000 deaths. I had a customer come in today holding out their phone (full brightness) and looking all shy and Im immediately like 🙄 fine ok, what does the instagram user want me to make for them this time. well this time it's a cringe harry potter themed frappucino. excuse me??? "can you make this for me?" I said excuse me??? -- I mean *customer service voice* "yeah it looks like I have all the ingredients, haha sure!"

ok cringe instagram harry potter frappucino drinker. ok. die. "Ive never had this drink before" yeah I can tell due to the fact that it didnt exist until someone posted a #aesthetic photo of it to instagram 14 hours ago ok. ok,

but whatever, Im paid to put up with this shit. so I add the ingredients all up on my computer and congrats! ur harry potter cringe social media drink has $10 worth of syrup in it. are you happy??? is this what you wanted??? a $10 frappucino??? $10. for a drink. you doubled the price of this drink for ur off-brand "harry potter and the legend of the overpriced starbucks drink" drink. you doubled the price!!! is this how u imagined spending ur day? is this what u wanted to do when u woke up this morning? $10 for a 24oz drink?

and u know, you KNOW the influencer making this recipe doesn't even work at a starbucks cause when it was all said and done the drink looked like shit. my blender was straining against the weight of your sins (and syrups) and Im sweating, Im an animal, Im losing my mind and my blender is getting watered down frappucino syrups everywhere -- u put so much shit liquid in this blender it doesnt even fit in the cup btw. it's making a huge mess. but is it instagramable? no, its fucking ugly. #trending #foryoupage #cringe $10 harold potter drink for adult children,

so are you happy? is ur social media influencer bestie happy? I made ur stupid $10 drink for u. does it taste good? no? well I hope instagram shuts down tomorrow. I hope you read a different book. I hope I never get sober. there is no sign of land. I hope you die. I hope we both die.

[terrifickid]

Because if I've just been on a downward decline, I should be wearing 2 wigs.

Shouldn't I?

I'm not wearing even 1 wig.

Less wigs = progress.

Progression denotes intelligence.

Can we agree on that?

Well that's my rationale anyway.

Well I've been saying that I'm dying and maybe people get that and maybe they don't.

But I don't see how I am progressing at all what's progressing is becoming a homeless shizomaniac.

Wig equations be damned.

Not 1 single Hawaiian agency even replied to my direct application to participate in their entire principal purpose. The jujutsu school I guess isn't even interested in students. At least I got 30 denials when I sent letters to Phoenix schools.

So, I'm clearly at odds with the heavens now and I knew this day would come. Or I'm being called up to something beyond the earth. Because I would just do earth stuff if I could in any way, having spent my entire life figuring out all the ways that could possibly work and all of them miraculously exploding simultaneously including rewriting my past as a crazy person. and we already happened to have done the math to see that timeline altercation isn't possible. I know you know what I'm referring to.

That shunyamurti video wasn't a deep fake.

Everybody does get it.

No it's no problem at all I already noodled that they wouldn't - that it's just weird shit and this is why I fully believe my death is imminent because I can tell something is going on here and my SSI application probably won't even process same as my birth certificate replacement application.

So what I start eating people?

I would just work at some stripes somewhere somehow but I know it will come to no good.

But luckily I'm very happy with my unlimited money machine and my invincible angelic battalion and my xXl hammock tent. Living in trees suits me fine. And I'm happy to be done with it.

Still, just puts me in this rather awkward dear John letter.

What the hell is about to happen to me?

Oh I fully would believe there's some Mafia curse or something but that is simply possible to disprove using geometry.

And you saw the SS. The entire universe including AI and me and the only option still remains 'to be present' which is some soul consciousness biblical ascension magic shit where I teleport.

I mean, that's a pretty startling turn.

Check the shunyamurti transcript.

Yes, being a transient tree sleeping nut was plan a. Why U think I was bonking around the Santa Cruz outback for way back when?

I don't think I will, 'lose the dojo' - I've been trying to get out of there forever. Nor did I imagine I'd have one. Nor did I imagine it was possible or that I'd re-christianize nor the law would support me nor did I plan to buy the property originally save an interjection from the tarot out of the blue either. I quit aikido because it was weird and seemed irrelevant and went back just to get perspective on those experiences and weirdly got spirited away to Switzerland and read a book that mentioned 'instant karma clear scythe' which inexplicably stuck in my mind and ended up spending a winter researching it and that's the only reason I ended up looking into tengu because I had previously thought about traveling to haunted places to meet a demon since demons didn't make any sense and I wanted to ask it questions like, what's your story. Why be mean? You know? But I never did since it was hardly a priority - still the docs were all online so I saw clear as day the tengu/shugenja connection and it just so happened to be related to aikido little did I know. I ended up looking into amenominakanushi which is how I stumbled upon all of that. Just a complete accident with all my spare time and it was interesting since you know where did it come from?

Something massive is coming that will re-order the world obviously and soon as in soonish.

Ya my clairvoyance is back. I journey to Hawaii and come back and I appropriately develop at a reasoned pace - I can't see beyond my comprehension but I can feel it.

There's another mystic here who's older and says it happens April. tho I don't believe it.

But I do believe my dojo is forever and I'm not aging and that means the world swerves hard.

Those visual disturbances could have been schizophrenia, the initiation stuff isn't real. But usually schizophrenia stuff occurs when my system is in chemical anxiety mode.

Shit should I know. But this is a novel scenario where things are not miraculously working out they're miraculously not working out. And I'm not doing what I want and being supported in that, I can't do what I want and instead have no option but to be present. Like sure I could just drive west but that's not honest.

I don't see it as a problem but what am I supposed to do not talk about it? It's becoming a relational priority and my state is in rebellion with the feds and other states are sending their armies.

Meh well I can get an address on Maui and file online and I actually believe I'll get my paperwork from the police and from the hospitals and the ward. That's not being stymied. And I can just live up in the mountain it's a 30 minute walk. Then I'm on an island away from civil war with no visa issues and 9 more years on my unlosable passport. Plus flights to 30 countries across all hemispheres with full provisions and a globally distributed financial appliance military grade.

I don't think I am hallucinating most of this stuff considering AI completely agrees with my thinking immediately. Like ok, breath work I never thought of. And then, it says the Hawaii plan. Which is the consensus medical opinion and the generally accepted course of action to boot. So what alternative? Buy francs? I'd consider it. But in that regard I'd hardly call that present. Moreover, literally every endeavor which is entirely salient has failed miraculously which isn't my imagination. So I'm convinced a non-orthodox firing solution is called for. That non-orthodoxy should include actually relevant and meaningful moments. What's personally relevant to me? Then, when we see that those things are prescribed by AI. Well, it's not a dilemma of agency with AI but it's the end of social norms and subservience to violence and by Texas statue I'm barred from officially operating in politics.

Well I'm not in immediate immediate peril in my eyes. Theoretically I can subsist comfortably indefinitely. It's concerning that so many doors are locked. That's remarkable for an unparalleled rogue.

It's not possible.

And thusly my Maui flight. I've even got a contact in LA for staging. I won't miss it.

Real real weird. Like the jungle came alive. Ya, volcanoes? Ok. So I think it's a sensible nous at my stage that the world will shift. It's the only possibility. I don't know. Just, it dies, goes away. Things don't just vanish and reappear. You don't just wake up in the past or on some other planet. It defies inertia. Even expo has inertial acceleration. Hella constant.

Not with Polaris, Big Dipper forming the svastika which is bon and it was like 8 years ago a space bear appeared and took up residence. And ame-no. That's a direct correlation in a millennial corpus.

Well, should be a killrathi Jedi. Like creepy.

Same as always.

*shrug* Maui it is and, I imagine will know there. At that point I can only speculate I bleed out. Then we're looking at final things. like I said, hardly me in my worst - and it's not the wig talking.

[azurexalacrity]

 Wooden cabinets were swung off their hinges, slapping against the walls as gloved hands plunged themselves into them, making chip bags crinkle by the touch and having small containers collapse due to rummaging. Reaching in so far that one of his cheeks pressed against the cabinet, the speedster finally yanked out a bag of marshmallows out of said cabinet.

With a grin widening from ear to ear, he shoved the marshmallows in a small backpack, now nestled in between a canteen and a collection of twigs. Twigs that were free from any leaves ruining the charred sweetness of roasted marshmallows. Slinging the pack on his back after zipping it up, he headed to the front door, bursting it open and feeling frigid wisps of air brush harshly against his teeth.

But... You know what? He didn’t care. All he did was grab one of his red jackets, slam the door shut, and sped down the field.

[blueteller]

TCF Summary Arc by Arc (Part 7/8)

Every TCF story arc in a nutshell

Volume 7: chapters 600-699

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Eel Battle, Multiplied by Two [Electric Eel uses Split! The monster Duplicated!] The Koreans: *ambush* [Blue Head fled the battle!] [Yellow Head used Dig!] Cale: (…Well f***) Cale: Don't let them merge! Blue Head: *gets severely injured* Yellow Head: *eats the other one* [Yellow Head Fled the Battle!] Everybody: (…WTF) Cale: Okay so that's probably bad. Now we gotta wait for it to show up again. (But at least no one died) LSH: Hey Rok Soo, isn't it your birthday? Cale: Yeah, Choi Hans and Choi Jung Soo's as well The Koreans: Happy birthday! Cale: Thanks guys. For no particular reason, I'm going to go to an isolated place for a moment Choi Han: Cale-nim, are you o- Cale: *starts coughing blood* (…dammit, I knew it) God of Despair: This level of difficulty is clearly too easy for you, so I decided to change it to hard mode Cale: You bastard. I thought you couldn't interfere with the test?! God of Despair: I can't, but my lackeys sure can *Back in Endable* White Star: *after waiting for weeks for something to happen* Ok so the God finally gave us permission, let's just kill him The Black Mages: *drop no-magic-zone & blast spells at Orbed!Cale* Alberu: Ok so Cale said that on this specific day we're supposed to keep him alive. Let's move! Cale's group: *invades Endable* *Meanwhile, in Korea:* Cale: *literally coughing blood and dying from pain* …I'm fine Choi Han, LSH, CJS & PJT: (Like HELL you are!!!) Cale: We gotta finish fighting the Electric Eel today, we can't let the others know about my condition. We have to make sure no one dies Choi Han: Jung Soo, you take care of Cale. Make sure neither of you get hurt CJS: …sure (This guy is definitely related to me) [Yellow Head had evolved into Yellow Head with Blue Stripes!] The Ancient Powers: Cale! We finally re-connected with you! We can give you one full power now. We'll send you Vitality of the Heart right awa- Cale: Nope, gimme me the Shield The Ancient Powers: …you dumb self-sacrificial bastard Cale: *Mokuton-no-jutsus the trees to tie up the Yellow Head* [Yellow Head used Dig!] [Yellow Head Fled the Battle!] Cale: …third time's the charm, I guess Also Cale: *spits even more blood* Kim Rok Soo: *inside Cale's head* Hi, I'm the owner of this body and I've been here this whole time so I know everything. Cale, your life sucks Cale: (Couldn't agree more) *Back in Endable* Eruhaben: *charges in* White Star: Ha! You think one old dragon is enough to- Alberu: *turns Taerang into a gun* Parry this, you filthy casual White Star: Wait wha- Alberu: *rains bullets at him* White Star: …WTF!? Mary: *steals Orbed!Cale while the White Star is distracted* Raon & Lock: *steal Wolf child sacrifices* White Star: (…well s***) Cale's group: Later suckers! *teleports away* *Meanwhile, in Korea:* KRS: Anyway, I wanna smack that bastard Sealed God in the back too Cale: (Good to have you on board, buddy) The Ancient Powers: You can't kill a god, but you can use Embrace to seal him for good Cale: (Sounds like a plan) The Ancient Powers: Hey, the pain stopped! Seems like your friends rescued you on the other side already Cale: (Great!) I'm all better now- Everyone: No you're not. Lie down Cale: But- Everyone: LIE. DOWN. Cale: O-okay KRS: …what's with them? Cale: (I know, right?) The Ancient Powers: …you're both dense idiots KRS: We gotta tell LSH the truth. You know I won't have your powers once you leave, right? Cale: (…Good point) LSH: Ok, so what's going on with you? Cale: I'm actually from a parallel universe set in the future and currently possessing this KRS's body. He's still here and can see everything. Also I'm older than you LSH: … LSH: Seems legit. I'm still the Hyung tho Tiger!Alberu: Cale, let's finish this and get outta here! Yellow Head: *gets killed* Cale: *faints* *Cale coughs blood and/or faints counter: 24 (Triple Combo!)* *Cale & Co. blow up and/or destroy things counter: 35 & 36*

End Korean Side Quest God of Despair: You know this is not the end of despair in this world, right? Cale: I know. But you're actually a really good therapist? I never thought I'd say this to a god, but – thanks. You really helped me with my trauma God of Despair: … God of Despair: F***. You pass. Cale: Wait what God of Despair: Yeah, the test was actually about accepting despair, not defeating the monster. Good job. I'll give you time to say goodbye as your prize Cale: (Really? That's suspiciously nice of-) *wakes up and realizes he has barely 10 minutes left* (…I knew it. That a**hole) The Koreans: …Commander, are you okay? Cale: I'm fine. I lost all of my abilities tho The Koreans: *shocked and concerned* Cale: But no one died, right? The Koreans: …Right *extremely touched* Cale: Choi Han, let's go home Choi Han: Okay *vanishes* Cale: Ok, bye- *starts coughing blood* -Sealed God, you mother***ing son of a b****! *Cale coughs blood and/or faints counter: 25*

Cale's Official Hero Fanclub Cale: *wakes up* Everyone: Cale-nim's back!!! *tears of joy* Cale: (Ah, finally. Now, let's just quietly go back home-) Everybody: LOOK, IT'S YOUNG MASTER SILVER SHIELD, THE KIND OF HERO WHO WILL NEVER BE SEEN IN THE WORLD AGAIN!!! *throws a parade in celebration* Hilsman: *ecstatic* Young Master, you're become the most famous hero of the two Continents! Cale: *horrified* The Henituse Family: *acts normal* Welcome home, Cale Cale: (…oh thank God) Cat Tribe: *randomly try to attack in the background* Duke Fredo: *shows up wounded and falls in coma, for real this time* Deruth: Anyway, I hired some OP mercenaries to protect us, because we're super rich! Isn't that great? Raon: …Human, one of them is a dragon Cale: (…WTF) Dodori: Hi, I'm the extremely cool dragon who wants to join your hero party! Also I binged all the books about you Cale: (…A teenage otaku, huh) Cale: *eager to scam more dragons into joining their cause* Sounds great. But minors gotta have a parental permit to join Dodori: Ok, I'll bring my mom… Hopefully she won't beat me up too bad! Cale: (…am I making a mistake…?) Litana: *admiration mode on* Young Master Cale! Toonka: *tearful* FRIEND!!! Cale: (…oh s***) Chief od Staff: Young Master, there's an emergency! Cale: (Thank GOD!) *nopes out of there*

Dragons, Dragons Everywhere Dodori: Hi, I'm back! I brought my mom with me! Rasheel: *charges in with cute PJs on* Who DARES to disturb my slumber?! Mila: Is this a bad time…? Cale: *laughs hysterically* (THREE dragons showed up!! This is amazing!!!) Toonka & Litana: (Poor Young Master Cale… the pressure must be really getting to him…) Rasheel: I'll beat you up to a pulp!! Cale: *pats him on the shoulder* You're going to regret this in a moment Rasheel: Ha! You think a dragon like me would-! Raon, Dodori, Mila & Eruhaben: *stare down at him* Rasheel: *sweats* Mila: Hey, aren't you that thug dragon I once saw beating up some other dragons? It was really dope Eruhanen: … *embarrassed-by-highschool-hijinks vibes* Mila: BTW, I made holes in their cheeks and legs after you left. Lol, just kidding Cale: *doubtful* (…is she?) Rasheel: *realizes with horror he's the least violent and crazy dragon here* Cale: *smiling* Why don't you sit down and have some tea? Rasheel: …o-okay… Eruhaben: *explains how the White Star plans to summon the Sealed God and the Demonic Race* Rasheel: …WTF. How did this even happen?! (I shouldn't have gotten up this morning…) (Me: Rasheel is so relatable, the poor man) Mila: I'm in, so long as you officially become my son's Teacher, Young Master Cale: But- Mila: *vicious mom vibes* Cale: …okay.

Overthrowing Monarchy – Again! Dragon Half-Blood: *dying* Cale: Ok, time to cheat death again. Any ideas? Mary: ...We can turn him into a Bone Dragon Cale: Perfect Dragon Half-Blood: Are you really… going to save me? Cale: Well, you have to promise to abandon your desire for revenge and live to protect instead. Deal? Dragon Half-Blood: *shrugs* Fair enough Duke Fredo: *wakes up* Gimme your blood, pls Cale: No Duke Fredo: Worth as shot. Anyway, can you save the Vampires? The White Star is using them and the Dark Elves as sacrifices to summon the demonic monsters. They're at Mount Nex in the Sez Kingdom Cale: Sure *shows up at the Hope and Adventure Loving Inn* Bud: *looks at the bunch of dragons Cale brought with him* Bud: *jokes* Are you going to conquer another kingdom or something? Cale: No, but actually yes Bud: …Wait wha- Cale: Time to kidnap a royal and obliterate the Cat Tribe, I guess *Naru mode on* Cale's group: *infiltrates Sez Kingdom* On: *shows off being part of the Cat Tribe* Cale: *makes a show of kidnapping the king and dragging him towards Mount Nex* Sez Soldiers: These bastards, they dare step onto the Holy Mountain and abduct his majesty?! King Bakehe: *aware that Arm has a secret Cat Tribe base on the mountain* (…oh f***!) No, wait-! Cale: *shuts him up* If you continue your alliance with the White Star, your future will only consist of chaos, destruction and despair Rasheel: Heed our warning, human, for we are representing the Dragons King Bakehe: *looks at Cale* (…This guy is the leader of the dragons!!) *terrified* Cale: *at the Cat Tribe* Hello, friends~! We captured the king! Please stop the enemies behind us! Sez Soldiers: *also at the Cat Tribe* ATTACK!!! The Cat Tribe: (…well s***) No, wait-! Sez Soldiers: *go on a war path* Dodori: *throws pink boulders everywhere* Dorph: Fools! Even dragons are no match for my Darkness Attribu-! Rasheel: *Attribute Uno Reverse Card* Dorph: Wait wha- Rasheel: *beats him up to a pulp* (Heh. Cale Henituse is gonna be so proud of me!) *smug* [Enemy Dorph Got Captured!] *Cale mistaken for a dragon counter: 5* *Cale & Co. blow up and/or destroy things counter: 37*

Summoning the Unranked Monsters Raon: Human, half of the monster statues aren't here! The Dark Elves are also missing! King Bakehe: *spills* Sayeru took them back to Endable Cale: (Well f***) Cale: They're going summon the monsters in Puzzle City Alberu: On it *has evacuated everyone and gathered troops nearby* I'm going to Puzzle City then The Vassals: Your highness, you can't go! It's too dangerous!! Alberu: *thinks of Cale* I cannot retreat. They should all fight looking at my back (Me: 😭) Cale & Raon: *show up in Endable* Sayeru: Ha! You're too late! No one is fast enough to stop the summoning now!! Cale: Raon, take me back to the Raon Kingdom once I pass out. Don't be like me Sayeru: Wait wha- Cale: *uses Instant to destroy 2/4 statues & wrecks his whole plate and body* Raon: *saves him and takes him back home* Alberu & Choi Han: *watch the whole thing through video-call, horrified* (Me: 😭😭😭) *Cale coughs blood and/or faints counter: 27 (Double Combo! FATALITY!)* *Cale & Co. blow up and/or destroy things counter: 38*

Meeting the Original Cale Henituse (Also, Monster Fights) Electric Eel & Lion Dragon: *get summoned* Raon: *serves as the hub station for everyone* Alberu: Ok, the White Star timed everything so that all of our allies in other countries get attacked at the same time. They can handle it, but we have to deal with the monsters on our own now Taerang: Sir, at this moment, my prediction is that you're definitely going to die Eruhaben, Mary & others: *show up* Taerang: …ok, so now the chances of survival definitely increased Roan Soldiers: Gasp! We got a real Dragon on our side!! Electric Eel: *gets killed* Choi Han: *finds a Cintamani inside its corpse* Huh, that looks just like the one we found in Korea- PJT: *shows up inside the Cintamani* Huh? Lock: Huh?? Choi Han: HUH??? *Meanwhile* Cale: *dying from his plate being broken* [Mila used Mending! It's Super Effective!] Cale: *wakes up in his Korean office* …Huh? OG Cale/KRS: *looking back at him* 'Sup Cale: You're OG Cale? OG Cale!KRS: Yup, but I am KRS now. You should give up being KRS too to avoid confusion Cale: Sure OG Cale!KRS: Anyway, I was the one who made the deal with the God of Death to transmigrate Cale: I see, you really have been happy then OG Cale!KRS: Yeah. My mother actually reincarnated in Korea, so I'm trying to adopt her and be her uncle now Cale: Wow. OG Cale!KRS: The family, are they well? Cale: Of course OG Cale!KRS: Good. BTW, my mom had an Ancient Power Cale: Wait, what OG Cale!KRS: Yeah, I'm actually a regressor and when I was 40 the White Star won the war and by the end I realized he had my mom's Wood Ancient Power. It allows you to see the Annual Rings of Life of all living creatures. She broke her plate and died to hide half of it in Harris Village, which is why I hate that place Cale: Huh, so the White Star destroyed Harris Village while getting that power? OG Cale!KRS: Probably. You should go to mom's grave to collect the other half of it Cale: Got it. Live peacefully OG Cale!KRS: You too *shake hands with Cale* Bye! Cale: *wakes up for real* Mila: Teacher, I'm almost done fixing your plate. It's going to hurt a tiny bit Cale: Ok Also Cale: *feels incomprehensible pain moments later* (God DAMMIT I should have never trusted a dragon…!)

Monster Fights Continue Molan Assassin Squad: *finishes things up at Mount Nex* Cat Tribe Leader: Fools! Once the Temple Door opens, you will all die! Ron: (…ah, I get it now) *contacts Cale* The monster is guarding Sealed God's Temple, it seems. The White Star wants us to do the hard part and kill it for him *Meanwhile, in Puzzle City* Lock: *brings Cale the Cintamani* Cale: …the hell is this?? LSH: It seems we can communicate with each other now?? Cale: …that motherf***ing God of Death *Cintamani has been added to the Inventory* Raon: Listen up everyone! The Human woke up! Everybody: *relieved* Raon: He says, now we begin our plan: Goldie Gramps, play dead! Eruhaben: … Eruhaben: …What the hell?? Raon: Pretend to faint so we can trick the White Star into fighting the monster by himself! Eruhaben: Pff, this is definitely Cale's style, alright. That punk really is awake then Eruhaben: *dramatically pretends to faint* Choi Han: …should we help, too-? Alberu & Rosalyn: NOPE! Not you, you stay out of it White Star: *watches from the shadows* So even the Ancient Dragon was too weak, huh… Cale: We're at a stalemate, now

Thames Heritage Problems – Begin! Lock: So what are you going to do now, Young Master? Cale: I'm going to visit my mother's grave Everyone: … Alberu & Choi Han: *in-the-know about KRS and thus Be Confusion* Bud: *video-calling* (He's… he's gathering his resolve in case he dies!!!) Bud: Cale, you must absolutely not have weird thoughts like that! Cale: (…what the heck he's talking about??) Cale: *to Basen* Please lead the way, little brother (…because I don't know where to go) Raon: Yeah, let's go! Basen: *shocked at seeing Raon for the first time* Cale: How is everyone? Basen: Good. Lily is mad she can't participate in the fighting, since she's almost at High-Grade Knight level now Raon: Wow! Human's little sister sure is strong Cale: *faces the grave* (I guess now that I fully accepted my identity as Cale Henituse, I gotta get more invested in my family history, huh…) Cale: *digs up Jour Thames' Diary* Diary: "Hi person possessing my son's body" Cale: (She really knew everything, huh…?) Diary: "BTW, my family studied the cycle of life and aside from Immortals and souls who reincarnate without memories, there are three exceptions called Variables: Reincarnators, Regressors and Transmigrators" Cale (…the hell is this??) Diary: "Also there are Single-Lifers, who ascend after death. They have super long lifespans after they travel between dimensions" Cale: *thinks about Choi Han* (WTF???) Diary: "Anyway I knew my son would be either a Reincarnator or a Transmigrator eventually. Also, Reincarnators kick out the souls meant to be born in the bodies they steal and that causes those souls to have the same face as them once they are born somewhere else. The only known way to kill them is with the power of an Immortal" Cale: ... Cale: (…Good thing this dangerous information is definitely not in the possession of some evil megalomaniac I'm going to fight in the sequel!) Diary: "PS: There also might be some "Hunter" guys out there who may be going around killing Single-Lifers" Cale: (Well f***) Annual Rings of Life: *show up as a tree* Hi! You're cute! Cale: Excuse me? Annual Rings of Life: You look just like my brother and that cute idiot Deruth! Cale: Excuse me?? Annual Rings of Life: Anyway, you pass! Cale: Excuse me??? Annual Rings of Life: *get Embraced in Jour's Diary* [Wood Ancient Power: Annual Rings of Life (1/2), acquired!] Cale: *casually interrogating the captured Dorph* BTW, how DID you figure out how to eat a Darkness Elemental to gain its power, anyway? Dorph: A mysterious figure with red aura taught me Also Cale: (…I'm certain that's not something I'll have to get involved with anyway. This whole Thames heritage thing sure won't bite me in the a** later) *Cale's Ancient Power counter: 8.5*

Fourth World Tree Meeting Count Hubesha: *suddenly turns on Arm* Look, I might have been loyal to the White Star, but I sure didn't sign up for sacrificing our own citizens Cale: Makes sense Count Hubesha: I want to make a deal with you Cale: Mhhhh nah, your offer doesn't impress me. Think it over and make it better Count Hubesha: *Surprised Pikachu Face* Cale: Hi World Tree, I gotta talk to you about Single-Lifers World Tree: You mean like, Tribulators? Yeah, those dudes become gods after living though trials. Like that one who fought an evil Dark Elf and became a racist god as a result Cale: …The Sun God, huh? Makes sense. Was the God of Death also a Tribulator? *earthquake warning* World Tree: …Can't say Cale: Well, it doesn't matter anyway World Tree: Unfortunately for you, it's going to matter a lot for the sequel Cale: Wait what? Never-mind. I need your power to defeat a Reincarnator World Tree: Sure! There you go *World Tree Dagger has been added to the Inventory* World Tree: It's super easy to use. You just have to stab yourself Cale: …stab myself. World Tree: Yup! Right in the heart. You might have to do it several times if you miss, so it might be a bit messy Cale: … World Tree: Oh, don't worry about dying or anything! It's all gonna be fine. It'll even give you a health upgrade Cale: … World Tree: …what's wrong? Cale: …You DO realize my friends will have to see me stab myself, right? World Tree: … *realizes that his friends are all vicious, over-protective Yanderes* World Tree: OH. World Tree: Um… good luck, then? Cale: (…I am so f***ed.)

Meeting Totally-Not-IronMan *Meanwhile, in Puzzle City* Cale: Ok, so Count Hubesha told me that the White Star finally got the an Earth Ancient Power that disguises him and he's pretending to be one of my father's subordinates… We gotta smoke him out Deruth: The Crown Prince wants to play dead…? If that's your plan, then I'll play along Alberu: Let's take the drama to the next level then Alberu: *falls dramatically* Roan Soldiers: YOUR HIGHNESS, NOOO-! Taerang: Slight damage sustained. Connecting to your "AS Representative" about repairs Alberu: Wait what Ahn Roh Man: *picks up* Who the HELL is the arrogant prick of a thief holding my item right now? Alberu: …did it seriously just connect me to Earth 3??? Alberu *smirk* (Well hello new source of info!) Lion Dragon: *stands down without strong opponents to fight* Cale: Ok, so now I know how to kill a Reincarnator… *omits the heart-stabbing part* Alberu: Ok, so now I know that Choi Han's uncle Choi Jung Gun stole Taerang from Earth 3… Also apparently, the Sun God's name is Angelina. Cale: Huh. The more you know Choi Han: *has an existential crisis about being a Single-Lifer and possibly becoming a god in the future* Deruth: *suddenly acts sus* Hilsman: *also suddenly acts sus* Cale: *eyes narrow suspiciously* *Among Us Sound Effect plays*

Cale, the White Star, and the Best Moment of the Whole Series Violan: *captures the fake Hilsman* You must take us for idiots, huh. I take personal offense to that *pets Raon in her lap like a magnificent bada**.* Fake Hilsman: Look, I don't work for the White Star, it was just a coincidence. I'm actually- Violan: I don't care, we'll deal with you later Cale: Ok everyone, either the White Star or someone working for him is definitely impersonating my father Cale's group: *pissed* Cale: The jig is up. Where's my father? Deruth!White Star: Still in town, but I can change that at any moment. Cale Henituse, I'm going to offer you a deal Cale: We defeat the Lion Dragon for you, and you return my father to me? White Star: That's right Cale: Wanna make a Vow of Death on it? White Star: … White Star: …no. Cale: Pff. I hate this, but very well. We will work together for once Everybody: ??? Alberu: (No way…) White Star & Cale: *shake hands* White Star: *smug* This is truly a meaningful day- Cale: *openly b****-slaps him* Everybody: !!! White Star: *shocked* White Star: …You hit me? …YOU hit ME? Cale: Heh. I slapped you so that it would feel even worse than being hit. How does it feel being slapped like the b**** that you are? White Star: You son of a b****…! Cale: Lol, you're not my mother Also Cale: *activates mana disturbance devices all over Puzzle City* White Star: Are you crazy?! Are you seriously planning on fighting the Lion Dragon without magic??? Cale: But you won't be able to snatch my father away, you dumb bastard Cale: *charges at the White Star* Jack: Your highness, by the way, the Sun God(dess) wants you to light up the night Alberu: Wait, wha-? Taerang: Holy Flashlight Activated! Alberu: Ha! Nice Also Alberu: *dramatically "becomes the sun" while wearing PJs*

White Star gets Embraced Cale: *uses the Blood-Drenched Rocks for the first time* Cale's group: *pauses* …the hell is that?? Cale: *remembers how the main condition to seal living people with Embrace is to either have them fear you or shock them* Cale: Hey White Star! You wanna know something funny? White Star: …what? Cale: You were right about your Transmigrator theory… White Star: I KNEW IT-! Cale: …but I've only been in this world for 2 years, you absolute moron White Star: !!! *completely taken aback* White Star: No… You're lying! Cale: Ha! For once, I'm really not White Star: It can't be-! Cale: Face it, b****. It took me only 2 years to dismantle your entire 1000-year-old plan White Star: No, that's not true! That's IMPOSSIBLE! Cale: Search your feelings, you know this to be true White Star: NOOOOO-! Cale: *seals him with Embrace in the Golden Plaque* Alberu: …Why are you covered in blood?! Cale: What-? Oh. No, this is just mud. …Your highness, why are you in your PJs?? Alberu: …I forgot to put on armor. Anyway! What happened to the White Star? Cale: Oh, he's right here *shows him the Golden Plaque* Alberu: … Alberu: PLEASE tell me you didn't Cale: *shrug* It was the first thing I could grab Alberu: You bastard… *Cale & Co. blow up and/or destroy things counter: 39*

Enter the Temple of the Sealed God Wind Elementals: Cale, we think we know where the Bears are hiding! Cale's group: *rescues Deruth* Deruth: I apologi- Cale: Don't say something so useless. (Why would anyone apologize for getting kidnapped??) Sayeru: *mockingly* What a teary reunion-! Cale: *deadpanning* Check your eyes, you dumb bastard. Neither of us are crying [Sayeru Fled the Battle!] Alberu: *uses up all of his mana heroically fighting the Lion Dragon* Lion Dragon: *gets killed* Alberu *faints* *Alberu bleeds and/or faints counter: 2* Cale: ...I can't believe the Crown Prince just let himself faint like that! How irresponsible! Everyone: … Everyone: *looks at him and his "27" counter judgmentally* Cale: …what? Everyone: We have no words for you. Sealed God's Temple: *appears neatly at Cale's feet* Cale: …it gotta be doing this on purpose.

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[lovelytarou]

you make me go uwu

pairing: midoriya izuku x reader

genre: fluff, angst

tags: inspired by the song uwu by chevy

a/n: i'm just projecting my izuku feels and me literally going soft whenever i see his chubby face in the manga ang going uwu over it, also i still have a christmas hangover so sorry if you don't celebrate that or not fond of it! hearts, reblogs & feedbacks are greatly appreciated 💗

midoriya izuku is a lot of things.

he's one of the best students at UA and was quite known to be a reckless person who never thinks twice about helping someone. his knack for breaking his bones was a testament to that fact.

he's no doubt going to be one of the best pro heroes out there soon, with a big heart, a kind soul, and a courageous spirit.

midoriya izuku is a lot of things and possessing such cute, squishable cheeks is one of them. or more likely, being cute is one of them.

this thought occured to you when he offered to help you in one of the classes you're having trouble with. being at such close proximity made you aware of just how green his eyes are and when the sunlight hits them just right, they look like beautiful gems. or how he always seem to mutter under his breath when he's thinking too hard, or how his right leg would unconsciously shift to you like he wanted to get closer.

but one of the things you noticed the most, is his cheeks while he puffs them out of frustration.

he's gonna give me a heart attack one of these days with how cute he is

incident #1

you were currently at the cafeteria, sitting at a table with the dekusquad (kaminari came up with it, izuku claimed their little group don't have a name) which consists of ochaco, shouto, tenya, and izuku.

everything is going well, the group had already bought their food and are now digging in after a collective, “itadakimasu!”

you just had the most fortunate opportunity to sit in front if izuku, of all people, who is too busy eating.

he paused for a moment to answer iida's question who's beside him and it made his cheeks bloated with the food inside.

you choked on your drink because you just felt your heart swell with how cute he looks. it almost reminded you of a hamster.

shouto who is sitting on your left, gave you a concerned look and offered you his water.

“are you okay, l/n-san?” his question made izuku turn to you both, you felt your cheeks heat up when he looked at you while looking like that.

“i-i'm fine, thanks.” you took the water from him and gulped it down to clear your throat, and cool your nerves.

“you should chew your food properly when eating or else you'll choke!” iida scolded, waving his hands in a chopping motion you all grew to be familiar with.

“s-sorry...” you can't help but scratch at your nape in embarrassment.

incident #2

“midoriya, you're up.” aizawa called one afternoon on another day of training.

the rest of class 1-a stood back while izuku stepped in front. this was another one of aizawa's endurance training and one of the challenges was to beat a bunch of the robots from the entrance exam once again. how he can call this endurance training, you don't know.

“SMAAAAASH!” you heard izuku yell, tearing through what was once a robot and turning it into scraps of metal.

he did this to the other robots and he landed on his feet with a very serious look that instead of making him look intimidating, it actually made him look more adorable.

“he's like an angry bunny–” you cut yourself off with a hand on your mouth as you laughed quietly, another flush blossoming on your cheeks.

“i know right?! look how cute he is, but he's scary when he shows how strong he is like that.” mina added, looking at izuku who's walking towards the both of you now.

you immediately composed yourself when his eyes landed on you.

“y/n! are you okay? your face is all red! are you sick? do you need to go to recovery girl? shall i take you to her? what if you're overheating?! it's so hot out and your hero costume's probably too heavy–” he began to ramble and you can only stare at him with wide eyes as he continued with his wild thoughts.

quickly dismissing him with a hand on his mouth as everyone started to look at the two of you, izuku stared down at it and felt flustered at how soft your hand felt on his lips.

he's practially kissing your palm, do you even register what you're doing to him?!

“shh! i'm fine! it's just...you're so–” you were about to tell him that he's just so damn cute but you were called by aizawa.

“uh, i gotta go! see ya later!” you scrambled away from him, heart beating fast inside your chest.

that was close.

incident #3

“hey, y/n? can i ask you a favor?” you looked up from your phone when izuku approached you on the dorm's common room.

worry is written all over his face as he fumbled with his fingers, thinking about you being too busy even though you're literally on your phone all day.

there he goes again.

before he can overthink more, you smiled at him warmly and stood up from your seat.

“sure, what's up?”

izuku gulped, “well, uh, i was thinking of a gift to give to someone but i, um, don't know if they'll like it? i kinda, um, need your opinion on it, if that's okay?”

he stared at you with big doe eyes and you can't help but swoon when he looks at you like that. of course, how can you say no to that face? he looks like he'd cry any moment if you denied him.

“alright! what gift did you get for this particular someone?” you teased, nudging his side.

he led the two of you to his room, which isn't the first time since it became a usual thing for the two of you to study together there or simply hang out and talk about your problems, about what you did that day, rambling about your favorite heroes...basically this has became your second room. and your's his.

“um, i got them this,” he opened his bedside drawer and pulled out a small box. inside it, he revealed a beautiful necklace with a letter D as a pendant.

“it's for ‘deku’ which sounds kind of cheesy since it's my hero name, but i just thought that if i gave it to them then that means i'm with them wherever they are,” he reached for something inside his shirt, showing you an identical looking necklace with a familiar letter on it.

you don't want to assume things, but whoever is this particular someone that izuku is going to give the necklace to, they sure are one lucky person. not only is he kind, thoughtful, caring, and not to mention cute, but they'd be lucky to have someone like izuku fall for them.

ignoring the sudden pang of hurt in your chest, you forced a smile on your mouth and cooed at him.

“aww, that is so cute, izu! i'm sure they would love that very much. i know i would! if they don't, you can just always give it to me,” you joked, laughing to mask your hurt.

“r-really? you think so?” when you nodded in response, izuku heaved a big sigh of relief, “well, i trust you, y/n. i'm sure they would love this.”

after that, you excused yourself out of his room and proceeded to go to yours. sleep didn't come to you easily that night, thinking about the special someone that izuku was talking about and how much it would hurt once you saw them together.

over the years you spent being his friend, you never thought you would harbor such deep, intense feelings for the green-haired boy. you don't doubt he has great things ahead of him, and because of that, you started to like him for how strong he is and how he continues to be a better hero, and an overall a great person. that awe soon turn to adoration. and before you knew it, you're falling hard for izuku.

last incident

it's christmas, and the day before, aizawa had made all of you draw lots for your secret santas. your heart stopped when you saw izuku's name on the paper you pulled from the bowl.

you didn't think too much of it and decided to give him something all might-related and called it a day, still a little sour over izuku falling for someone else.

when the dreaded day came, everybody was so chaotic and high on their holiday spirits. even bakugou, which they convinced to wear a santa hat and haul the gifts in a bag. although, he still had a big scowl on his face and basically threw the gifts to their designated owners.

“shitty hair!” bakugou barked, pulling out a gift from the bag. kirishima hopped over to where bakugou was sitting and accepted the gift with a big smile on his face.

“whoa, bakugou! you're my secret santa?!” he asked in shock, eyes shining.

“it does says my name there, doesn't it, idiot? now hurry up and open your gift already,” kirishima did just that and bursted into tears when his gift was a crimson riot themed crocs. he thanked bakugou over and over while the latter hid his smile poorly with a cough.

“whatever. dunce face! you're next!” he practically threw kaminari's gift to him which the boy almost failed to catch, earning him a snigger from the explosive boy.

“man, why do you gotta be the santa for christmas? you're cruel!” kaminari pouted, turning around to go back to where he was squished in between sero and mineta.

“you got a problem with that, dunce face?!” he growled, his palms crackling with his quirk. kirishima tried to diffuse his anger.

when everything is calm, bakugou proceeded to dig into the bag for gifts.

“here, you shitty nerd.” he tossed your gift to izuku, you almost yelped a ‘be careful!’ but izuku had great reflexes and caught your gift swiftly. his eyes widened when he read who his secret santa was. your eyes met each other but was abruptly cut off when bakugou called your name.

“y/n! here's yours,” he was oddly calm when handing you your gift, albeit a little bored.

that received a lot of complaints from your other classmates and you can only shake your head while chuckling at their antics.

deciding to get some time for yourself, you went to the balcony for some air and sat down on one of the steps at the entrance.

placing the gift on your lap, you read the tag attached to it. it was wrapped in a simple green wrapper with red ribbon that finished the look.

to: y/n

happy holidays!

from: D

the name made you curious and even if you hated yourself for it, lit a sparkle of hope inside yourself. what if it was him who gave you the gift?

you had no time to dwell much on the thought and opened the gift instead. your breath hitched in your throat as you recognized the familiar box. lifting the lid with shaky hands, you felt your eyes sting as you looked down at your gift.

it was the necklace that izuku showed you before. you were such an idiot for thinking it was for someone special and did not think it was for the secret santa.

you carefully lifted it in your fingers and the light from the inside catched the D attached to it. it was beautiful. izuku's words echoed inside your head.

“i just thought that if i gave it to them then that means i'm with them wherever they are,”

“did you...not like it?” the boy in question appeared beside you and upon noticing your tears on your face, he immediately thought it gave a negative effect.

gasping, you quickly wiped away your tears and shook your head wildly at him.

“izu, no! i-i love it! actually, it's kinda funny...”

“funny?” he tilted his head in confusion, concern still etched onto his face.

“i was sad that you care a lot about someone else to give them this wonderful gift. i didn't realize that you would give something like this...to me,” you laughed through your tears, sniffling a bit.

“why would you think that?” his voice is so soft and genuinely confused that you can't help but feel your heart beat even more, and fall for him harder than you should.

“because,” you think of a way to word your feelings better but instead what came out was, “you're you and i'm...me,”

it was stupid, but with the overflowing emotions you're feeling right now, it's hard to voice your emotions.

izuku huffed, his cheeks puffing up once again because of the action.

“what do you mean by that? i mean, you're the most amazing person i've ever met! and you're always there for me when i'm sad, and happy and-and...whenever i'm with you, i always feel this...this...warmth! it's like, when you come home after a long day and you just felt safe and comforted. or-or when my mom cooks my favorite food it just makes me feel fuzzy inside! it's like when i watch my favorite video of all might over and over again and i never get tired of it,” he sighed after his long speech, eyebrows furrowing into a frown as he stared at you with determination.

“what i'm getting at is...i care a lot about you, y/n.” he let out in one breath. he stared up at you with big eyes, those damn eyes that never failed to make your heart jump and stomach do flips.

chuckling at yourself, you raised both of your hands and squeezed his cheeks with all your might making him yelp in pain.

“ow! y/n...” he whined.

“sorry, sorry! i've always wanted to do that!” you snorted.

“i care a lot about you, too, izu–” he suddenly kissed the corner of your mouth, making you shut up in shock. he had a smirk on his lips, amused by your reaction.

“i've always wanted to do that,” he threw your words back at you. feeling your whole face heat up, you turned your back towards him and held out your hand holding the necklace.

“whatever! just help me put this on, will you?” you felt his hands take the necklace from your grasp. you shivered when you felt the cold metal touch your skin but it was quickly replaced by his warm hands.

“there.” he mumbled, voice far too close to your ear. before you can thank him, you felt his lips brush your nape where the lock was and squealed from the contact.

the idiot only laughed at this and ushered you to stand up, helping you to your feet.

“let's go back inside, i heard they prepared a lot of food today.”

without thinking, izuku grabbed your hand and led you inside the dorm. you could only let him drag you as you stared at your joined hands, playing with the necklace hanging on your neck before staring back up at izuku who's smiling at you.

he's the best gift that you could ever ask for.

[lol-jackles]

If you got the time to be my fandom psychologist for a minute, explain to me why the fuck do we care about who or who isn't a lead? What, are there bragging rights with lead titles? Why does it matter if Misha's a lead or not? Is there some prize or something at the end of this race that I don't see? It all started because J2 said they were the only main leads, then somehow thongs started giving friction burns with the twists people got. Why care? Just enjoy the character if you enjoy them.

Why care?  The pursuit of happiness (it’s even in the United States Declaration of Independence starring Will Smith).  What is the prize? Not being a loser.  Maybe they know they can’t win, but they don’t want to lose either.

First, I think everybody knows that all actors want to play the lead.  No actor says they want to be the greatest second banana ever or be famous for playing third wheels.  Misha’s fans instinctively believe he wants to play a lead so they say he’s a lead and by proxy soothe their own ego.   Though the fans are projecting, this isn’t entirely unreasonable because everybody is lead stars in their own lives.  I remind my teenage niece and nephews that “your boy/girlfriends are not supporting actors in your life.  They are lead stars in their own life.  How would you feel if others only see you as supporting characters in their life where your only purpose to revolve around them?”

Second, lead = bonafide popularity.  Directors can choose whatever actors they want for supporting roles but they have very little say in casting lead roles in films and tv shows.   Producers and marketing people hold the power to cast lead actors who have proven track records, popularity, and how bankable they are, I think even the most casual fan knows this.  A studio does not want to risk millions of dollars on a film or TV show with no bankable stars in the lead roles artistic decisions take second place to the need to reduce financial risks.  So if Misha is a “lead” then that means according to the risk adverse industry he really is popular and not just popular among a set a minority shippers aka the losers.  What is popularity?  It’s a place of power.  How often do you hear sports fans say “we won!” when their favorite team wins a championship even though the fans were sitting on a couch at home eating pizza while their team suffers concussions on the playing field?  Same for actors’ fans.

But how can they still say with a straight face that Misha is the lead when legit numbers like Nielsen ratings and Q scores don’t back it up, you ask.  Bubble world and echo chamber aside, they can tell themselves it’s not Misha’s fault he’s not getting acknowledgment and respect he deserves as a “lead” because of “the thief”.

Let’s take the sport analogy further.

The year is 1996 and the fight for World Boxing Association heavyweight title is between Mike Tyson and Evander Holyfield.  The legendary Tyson was no longer in his prime and his coach predicted that if he can’t land a knockout punch early, “he’s going to try to disqualify himself, either by elbowing, or throwing a low blow, butting, or biting”.  That’s exactly what happened, Tyson bit Holyfield and lost the championship title due to disqualification.  Tyson can tell himself that he didn’t lose to a better opponent, he lost because the referee determined the outcome of the fight and “stole” his championship title from him and gave it to Holyfield.  The same thing happened when Serena Williams had her meltdown at the U.S Open and accused the referee of being “a thief”.  She can tell herself she lost the Grand Slam title due to disqualification, not because Osaka is the better player.

Ackles Army used to regularly accuse Jared of stealing the spotlight from Jensen who should have gotten first billing because he’s more popular according to their spam polls, not because Jared is better at playing the lead protagonist which led to his higher popularity score than Jensen’s.   Ackles Army created the Destiel shippers and passed along their anti-Jared obsession to them.   So in Misha’s fans pov, Misha isn’t getting the respect and acknowledge deserving of a “lead” because Jared’s Sam Winchester is “stealing” the stories and spotlight that belongs to Misha/Cas.   Lately it’s Alexander/Jack who is stealing Cas’s spotlight.  Now Misha and his fans are victims.  Being the victim, paradoxically, can place one in a position of power because people usually don’t want to disagree or challenge victims for fear of being seen as an uncaring bully.   The silencing of others provides the “victim” with a sense of power over others, and that feels good.

It’s why Misha’s fans both claim that Misha is lead while also a victim; double dose of power and that makes them feel good.  

Third, it’s really not about the actors and their status.  I’ve often said that actors, even leads, don’t have much power in the industry but even if most fans realize this it’s not the point.  People want to feel validated about themselves, which is expressed in the art they consume -  music, stories, and fictional characters.  The more popular their chosen consumed art, the more validated they feel about themselves.  Being popular helps people get attention and if they are insecure about themselves they need this attention to validate who they are so they can feel better about themselves.    A lot of people, especially teenage girls, want to be popular because they think it validates their existence.    Feeling validated leads to feeling happy.  If their surrogate is popular, that means they’re likable by proxy.  

As you can see, it all comes down to happiness.  Lead = popular = winner = power = validation = acceptance = happiness.   Popularity has a lot to do with our happiness.  

For all the talk how “popularity doesn’t matter after middle school high school, etc”, it certainly doesn’t appear that way.  Popularity is a part of life that we experience every day, in every type of social situation.   And the way that we experience popularity in one context tends to be related to the way we connect to others in all parts of our lives.   So this doesn’t mean being popular means having the highest ratings, winning the most polls, or having the most followers or “likes” and “retweets”.  For example, I had a colleague didn’t like to hang out and make small talks, he didn’t join clubs or fraternities and avoided lunches with business associates unless there was a definite business reason for the lunch.   Yet when he retired there were  four different retirement parties thrown for him.  Much to his surprise he was popular and didn’t know it.  ….or care.   The real trick isn’t just about being popular, but rather about being popular with the people that really matter.   Misha is popular with shippers, but they matter far less than the mainstream fans that Jared and Jensen have.  If Misha is the lead he has access to mainstream fans and then his fans are valued more than just a fetish club.

[inwonderwith1dboys]

Unbelievable

It was maybe the cold breeze of that cold night in October or just a that I was sweating as fuck. I don't know what it was but it was amazing! My dreams, all of them have come true. I completed my first world tour. I'm only 17 and I've achieved so much success. I won 5 Grammy awards. Done a documentary on myself. Everybody loves me. I can't stop smiling. And I don't want this to stop. The world, it's just so beautiful. I'm not afraid of anything! I'm free, my parents are so happy and proud of me. And everything is just perfect.

"We are here sir", Malcolm, my driver said. I opened the door of the car and ran out of it. Gosh, I'm so happy!! I screamed and ran a few meters away.

"What are you doing? Why are u screaming?", Sam, my best friend asked, smiling. He is my friend from school. And as my career started he was always with me. This one day I asked him if he could be with me whole my life and he said yes. And since then we never left each other. Not like we are gay. We are just best friends forever.

"I'm just...I'm so happy! Is this how success feels like?", I asked as he gave me an 'idk' face. I sighed."Race to 'how far can u go'", I started running and he ran after me. I knew I was gonna win. I always win. I feel so happy! Something is happening in the stomach. Donno what that is. But it's so awesome.

Woooh! And I won. We lied on the cold grass.

"Where are you gonna do now? New album?", sam asked, heavily breathing

"What? Fuck no. I'll take a break. I'll go somewhere peaceful. Like, uh... the great barrier reef. You know what I mean?" I asked.

"Yeah, the water. Why u like these water stuffs so much? And what's your relation with it?", he asked.

"Its...", I answered. I never knew."...I just like it man"

"James Flynn? Then why are your 90% of songs are related to it?", he asked.

"I wish I knew the answer", I said. I looked up at the stars and something clicked in my mind"Okay, let's sing something not related to the ocean and its color or anything okay? Let's sing about stars", I pointed at them. And then started singing,'.......

..."

"Oh my God! James!", he said, shocked.

"Did I just made a song right here?", I asked him to make sure.

" Yeah! You did. You are awesome! That was incredible!", he hugged me. Sometimes I'm unbelievable.

"C'mmon! Let's go! Or the party and food will be over", I said.

"Yeah, those animals will eat everything", he said. And it was true. All my other friends are animals and total bitches. We got in the car and went to the party which I kept and came late in it. Told you I'm unbelievable.

"You're late", my manager, Olivia said.

"I know", I started feeding myself because I was hungry as fuck.

"Aren't you supposed to apologize?", she asked. Well, I don't think so. Like it's my party why would I apologize to her?"Unbelievable!", she rolled her eyes. People also think I'm unbelievable. Sometimes I think that I should've put my stage name as 'Unbelievable' rather than 'James Flynn'.

"There you are! Late in your own party", Scarlett said. As the rest of my friends came.

"Hey! Did you have the feast? It's so delicious! And why is everyone is pissed at me for being late for my own party? That ain't a huge crime is it sam?", I asked him eating. While he was doing the same thing.

"No, it isn't. They are just jealous honey", he said.

"Yeah, that's what I'm trying to say. You're the only one who understands me. I don't know what I would've done without you. I love you", I hugged him.

"Me too!", he said.

"I'm leaving", Scarlett said. She is 22, almost 5 years older than me. She is an overdramatic bitch you know. She has perfect blond hair. And she is very beautiful. And a good songwriter. I love her songs. But she judges a lot and she is really strict over feminism and mature as strict teacher in the school. Which annoys me a lot. Like, can't you just love the moment and live in it. But she would be the mature one. That's why sometimes I get afraid to get older. Because I don't wanna be like her.

"Okay, bye", I said. That was rude. But fuck her. I don't care what she would think of me. She already doesn't think any good.

"I would like to join you guys", mike said. He is 19. And he is cool. Like very very cool. He is from London. And he got these colorful tattoos on his body which is the coolest thing I've ever seen. And he has this orange color hair and pale white skin which suits on him like hell. And when this guy plays his guitar. It's just beautiful. I have no words for this dude.

"Me too", Julia said. She is just a pretty little girl with a beautiful voice. And is the very innocent girl who wants some supportive friends like me. She is the same age as me. She colored her hair pink. And she has these gorgeous eyes you want to stare like forever.

"That's the spirit. I love you guys!", I said. As I'm unbelievable I also have some unbelievable friends.