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opinuun · 5 years ago

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Do you guys remember when this was a studio Ghibli blog and I’d post gifs? 2017 was a good year lol. Anyway. As a child, I never knew I’d thirst for a 2-D otome man, but sadly I’ve stopped. Yes, after two years of obsession, it’s time I retire from the fandom. I’m keeping the blog though. Ran this shit for years, ain’t gonna give up now that my horny-meter has plummeted to an all time record low. Did you guys know blogs don’t have a character limit??

Oh god. I didn’t know this blog would suddenly receive so much attention. Please, I am begging you to not scroll down. It’s endless MysticMessenger posts from two years ago.

Hey, I'm once again: back, you can't possibly have more time than I do. I mean, after all, I made this blog. You're only browsing it. And most people don't even come here. Not even my friends...*sniffle* The just ignore this poor, pathetic little page. All they do is fill out the TAB form and leave. I think. Maybe they're here right now! HI! HOW ARE YOU DOING? I'M FINE! THANKS FOR COMING! YES, I'M YELLING! Who am I kidding. This page won't get a single hit, unless I bribe people...now that has possibilities. Okay, fill out the TAB form, so I have proof that you bothered to come here and...uh...I'll...uh...send you a sandwich? Please allow 6-8 weeks for delivery. I'm bored. I'm gonna go hug a moose. MOOSE! I love-d you moose! Hey, I'm back again! Yea...*waits for applause* okay! Now I want all you loyal fans...*cricket chirps* to go to the link to see what I'm like. I took a whole bunch of personality quizzes and posted them there. I'm an evil villain, kitty and a freakazoid so far. And I only took the quiz once, too. Spooky how accurate they are...anyway, I command you to go! I'm going. I'm back. I'm gonna start counting how many times I say back. Let's see: 1...2...3...4...5! Wow. I must really be desperate for something to do. I now officially have proof that someone has been here! It was one of my friends. Apparently this page really is getting long, because my friend said something to that effect. Maybe. Anyway, moving on! I'm just basically typing nothing. Just like all those reports people have to do. You know? With a specific number of words. They start out with half that number, and then just fill in words until they have the right amount. I salute those people. You're great tradition is being carried out here, on the second most pointless site ever! Well. Maybe eventually some weird, bored person will wander onto my site on accident and be mildly entertained be my site until they wander onto a live video feed of a coffee maker. Or maybe not. I only know that I'm entertaining me, which was my original goal. So. I've done what I've set out to accomplish. Yea, me! I'm so special. You see, most people, they don't like reading or writing. So if you're not most people, you've made it down this far without skipping, skimming or getting the spark notes version. (Which I think does not exist) My point is, if you've bothered to read this, then, (like me) you probley have also read the ketchup bottle so many times that you have it down verbatim. Look verbatim up. It's a word. But, you should know that, since you like reading. Or maybe you're just skimming. Anyway, there's nothing wrong with reading food labels. You might be asked a question about them on a quiz show. And now, for the million-dollar question: How many calories are there in a single serving of Mustard? I can just see it now...It could be called Know-Your-Food. Or You are What you Eat. It'd probley be as popular as those game shows that no one's ever heard of. Speaking of food, what's up with pie? There's strawberry pie, apple, pumpkin and so many others, but there is no grape pie! I know. I'm just as upset about this unfortunate lack of development in the pie division. Think about it. Grapes are used to make jelly, jam, juice and raisins. What makes them undesirable for pie? Would they dry into raisins? Couldn't you just stick some jelly in a piecrust and bake it? It just doesn't make any sense. Another thing that bothers me is organ grinders. You know, the foreign guys with the bellhop hats and the little music thingy and the cute little monkey with the bellhop hat who collects the money? Okay. They're basically begging on the street. How did they ever afford an organ-thingy? Wouldn't it make more sense to get a kazoo, if you're broke? And if they're so poor, what possessed them to buy a monkey? I mean, I don't think I could afford a monkey, and I'm not exactly on the streets. Obviously I at least have a computer...so, back to the organ grinders. I would have sold the monkey and the organ and been able to eat for at least a year. Or, if I was weirder than I am, I could at least kill the monkey with the organ and eat it. Why on earth did they keep the monkey? It must have cost a fortune to feed...not to mention the mess. That's just one of those many facts of life that are better left mysteries. Especially since no one but me would ask the question. I better go. I think I hear a monkey...Okay...now I'm back. That's the sixth time I've said back! I realize that this longest text ever must be very boring and not worth anyone's time. But I'd like to take this time to thank the 2 and 1/2 people in the entire universe who have bothered to read this entire thing. I'm not exactly sure who they are, but: thanks! Right now, my spacebar is malfunctioning...that's not good...I have to press it two or three times just to insert a freaking space. Maybe the evil little faeries with the sharp little teeth have put their evil faerie dust on my computer. Or maybe not. This is too frustrating. Goodbye for now...Now I'm back. And still frustrated. But for a different reason. Today I had the misfortune of playing a Treasure Planet game on neopets.com It was terrible. Apparently the point of the game was to get your character to shout "Whoo-Hoo!" as many times as possible before you splattered your brains on the rocks, all the while listening to a soundtrack that is similar to a dying ceiling fan. Of course, when I started out I accidentally hit the rocks approximately three million times. Halfway though I used my four remaining brain-cells to decide that the game was dumb. So my goal changed from surviving to laughing evilly while my character died. So the game naturally did everything it could to preserve my life. The stupid game is still going on and I refuse to quit because I want my points. My character is actually dodging the stupid rocks better now then when I controlled him. I hate irony. Seeya. Okay. Now I'm back again. Today I added an update page, which is basically a less chaotic, outlined version of this without all the ranting. It's more like techno talk about arrays and how much I suck and whether or not the Braves will win this year. Okay, the whole braves thing is made up. But everything else I've said so far is true. I think. Maybe I should start on a boring disclaimer...Eh-hem. All contents of this site were designed for entertainment purposes only. Any use thereof that is not stated in the above mentioned statement would make the author, hereby referred to as Patron Saint of Paper Clips, very angry. Should you violate the purpose of this site: i.e. become not entertained, the Patron Saint of Paper Clips will be forced to take drastic measures. This is specified in Code: 343 of the Flaming Chicken Handbook. Ooooo…that’s a great idea! I’m gonna start quoting from the Flaming Chicken Handbook! Code: 343 of the Flaming Chicken Handbook states that the Patron Saint of Paper Clips (that’s me) is allowed to cause vague, pain like sensations while the offending person (or alien life form, dog, etc.) isn’t paying attention. Now I have a purpose in life! To make up quotes from the non-existent Flaming Chicken Handbook, which I’m sure you have a copy of. No? Too bad. It’s in the mail, I promise! Now I must take my leave…and remember. Cheese is watching. Okay...I'm back...I think that eventually half of this thing will consist of the word back over and over again...that's just weird. Which fits the motif of the rest of the site. There's even a money back guarantee. Isn’t' that nice? See? Now no one can ever say that I don't take care of my viewers. Especially since I don't have viewers. I have readers. Wait...I really don't even know if anyone bothers to read this. Even if I put it in a less chaotic, more user-friendly format people would still ignore this because it involves: reading. Yes. Sad to admit, but the majority of people would rather read the summary at the back of a book rather than the whole book itself. What has the world come to? It's pathetic. Especially since I'm bothering to write all this. It's not fair! Why can't I have more readers?! All the other internet writers have nothing on me, except they're better at advertising, having a central theme/plot and basically more talented. Whereas I'm more into the whole ranting and raving stage right now. Plus, I am horrible at spelling. Which is bad. Thank the powers that be for spell-check. The single greatest invention of the computer gods. I'm getting bored, so I think I'm done for the day. May your day be shiney! I'm back again! And I feel weird! I found at that yet another one of my friends is reading this. Creepy. Just how much time do they have on their hands. Perhaps their just trying to be nice. I can just see it now...an organization devoted not to feeding the hungry, or peace, or love or whatever, but to giving recognition to all those poor, pathetic, unpopular websites. I wonder what it's name would be. Don't Ignore Sites? Would it be called DIS? Isn't that like a slang term for an insult? Would that be considered poetic justice, or just a nice coincidence? And why do I even care? I'll tell you why. Because I have nothing else to do right now. I could be playing neopets, but ever since my bad experience with Treasure Planet, I don't feel like it. Oh, by the way, I noticed that whenever I use spell-check, my stupid computer turns the word probley into to word problem. To prevent this, I did nothing. So, it is now up to you, the imaginary reader, to decide whether I mean probley or problem...it's almost like a game! But without the bad sound track. And I promise not to force you to live when you would rather die. Moving on, I have nothing else to say, but don't feel like quitting just yet. I'm like the little engine that could. Or maybe the Energizer Bunny. I just keep going, and going and going. Or I could be like that annoying guy on T.V. who keeps asking if you can hear him. If my site manages to last a decade, my readers *snicker* will probley wonder what I'm talking about. My answer is simple. It doesn't matter. I'm just rambling. Which means that it doesn't matter if you understand anything I say. Doesn't that make you feel better? I bet it does. Wow. Look how long this has gotten. I even impress myself. Who would have thought I have this much free time? And I congratulate any reader who has gotten this far. Ooooooo! You must check out the fortunes section of the random stuff page! I've just gotten an idea for some more, original, fortunes...I gotta go!(may the moose be with you) And now I am back. I swear. If iI fill out the fake tab form I'm gonna have to put back as my favorite word...I already have filled it out, though. Would it be cheating to fill it out again? Only if I had multiple personalities. Or would it be cheating if I didn't have multiple personalities? The world may never know. Just like how many licks it takes to get to the bottom of a tootsie pop. Would it vary? The number of licks, I mean. Someone could have super-disolving spit, or watery-spit. Or what if you took big ol' slobbery licks? Does the commercial take that into account? No. It doesn't. And let me tell you, it's an outrage. It deludes all of American's sweet, innocent, candy-loving children into thinking that a cartoon owl is smarter than they are! "Mr. Owl, can you tell us how many licks does it take to get to the bottom of a tootsie pop?" Or whatever. And "Mr. Owl" replies "One...Twoo...Three! Chomp" And he bites it. That teaches our youth that it's okay to agree to help someone, and then ruin their experiment. Well...it's not. I am going to start a protest group. Teens Against Cartoon Owls. We could call ourselves TACO! I love the little tacos, I love them good! That is a direct quote from GIR, co-star and comic-relief on INVADER ZIM. Hmmmm...intersting. I put hyphens in both of his titles...it must be a conspiracy! I gotta go. Those TACO buttons don't make themselves, you know. I'm back again. And not so cheesed off about the whole tootsie roll pop thing. Right now, I have another twenty minutes on the Internet before I'm gonna watch T.V. And I can't think of anything else to do. So, predictably, here I am. It's not like I have anything better to do. Obviously, you know this. After all, look how long this text is. I wonder if I've made the world record? If I did, would I stop this? Why bother asking? I'll will most likely still be adding to this on my death bed. Hmmmmm...has any old, senile person ever written anything? Was it coherent? Did it make more sense that this text? Is it possible to make less sense? Am I enjoying asking retorical questions? Yes. Yes, I am. But I seriously wonder what something written by a senile person would be like. I've heard of poems and stuff written by people who were high, insane or paranoid. But never senile. Can a senile person write? Aren't they regressed to a child-like state? Does it even matter? Is anyone even reading this? Did I resume asking retorical questions? Do you care? Is this eating up time? I feel like I'm playing questions only on whose line is it anway. I probley should have capitalized something, or underlined but I'm feeling lazy...hey, you try to keep your two and a half readers happy! It's really stressfull. Someday, I'm gonna snap and just delete this entire thing. Gee, I hope not! I worked sorta hard on this. It's great for making random topics weave together to form an overall infrastructure of chaos. That made little sense. That's why it's here, and not some critically acclaimed site. Ooooooooooooo! I'm gonna quote from the FLAMING CHICKENS HANDBOOK again! Yep! I bet you were just breathless in anticipation. Okay. Here goes. Code: 472 of the Flaming Chickens Handbook states that this site in no way aknowledges the existance of other, better sites (hereon reffered to as the Losers) The Losers are a myth. The Patron Saint of Paper Clips (me again!) claims no knowledge as to where that particullary nasty rumor started, but confirms that this is the best site ever. It would be a sin against humanity for a better site to exist. Should you refuse to aknowledge the Patron Saint of Paper Clips as the ruler of the Internet, you will be subjected to punishment as stated in Code 343 of the Flaming Chicken Handbook (i.e. Experience vague, pain-like sensations when you're not paying attention) This has been a public service announcement. This is a test, I repeat only a test. Had this been an actual emergency, we would have bought up all the can openers and charged 3 cows and a pig for each one. I repeat, lock all you doors and windows, this is it. I repeat, there is nothing to worry about. Everything is fine. The end is not here. I'm going, you're on you're own! Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm back!*smiles brightly* And apparantly delusional! Anyway, I just finished rereading my longest text ever. And I became inspired to talk about nothing. You see, I periodically read the longest text ever to check the constant downward spiral of my sanity. Hmmm...I seem to be entertaining myself though, even while reading what I wrote. Which is why I still go to the Really Really Big Button That Doesn't Do Anything website. Because I am easily amused and have lots and lots of time on my hands. Maybe, some day far in the future (like next Thursday) I'll print a copy of this insane text. And then go door to door distributing it. Eventually, this would become a monthly tradition. Whole families would gather around their front door, in breathless anticipation while they attempted to barracade me out. I can just see the whole community rising to thwart my attempts to spread love, joy and insane chaos. I probley wouldn't actually print this out (think how much paper it would take!) but if I do, only friends and enemies will receive copies. Hmmmm...maybe my condition is worsening. Or not. I'm still peeved about the cartoon owl from the Tootsie Roll Pop commercials. He is pure evil. TACO will eventually destroy him. Unless he has already been destroyed by an even more radical Anti-Cartoon-Owl group. I hope not. Or, would that be good? I suppose I could let someone else have the glory. After all, I'm not in this line of buisness for the fame, fortune and power. What line of buisness, do you ask? Why, the assasinating annoying cartoon characters buisness. (Actually I just question them untill they spontaneously combust, I ask lots of questions) So, in conclusion, ladies and gentleman of the jury(that's you) I could not have possibly tortured "Mr. Owl" to death. I love owls. Hmm...I seem to be jumping from one subject to another more frequently. Either I am growing more comfortable with my on-line writing, or I am progressivly getting more insane and chaotic. I also am psyco-analyzing myself a lot today...hmmmm...I'm even saying "hmmmmm..." a lot. Just like a real psychologist. Hmmmmmmm. Time for another boring disclaimer!!!!!!! Code: 742 of the Flaming Chickens Handbook states that in no part does the Patron Saint of Paper Clips (That's still me!) actually claim to be mentally ill. That's either a) a publicity stunt b) An attempt at humor c) a cry for help or d) none of the above You can e-mail your responses by conducting a scavenger hunt of this site. Some of the pages of this site contain a link encouging the two and a half people to e-mail the Patron Saint of Paper Clips. There may also be evil little links that are designed to confuse you. These links send stuff to someone named [email protected] Saint of Paper Clips does not know who this individual is, but sincerly wishes that you send all your hate mail to him. Not that the aformentioned individual claims to have received hate mail (or mail of any kind) via a website link. Thank-you for your time. Remember to send your answers to my sanity quiz to the e-mail account, [email protected] Oh, and once I refer to myself in the first person again, the handbook quote is over. I just thought that I might like to mention that. Oh. You're still here. I figured you rush right on over to e-mail me. Perhaps you don't have time to waste e-mailing me. HA! HA! HA! That's funny!!!! If you you don't have time to waste, what are you doing here?!!! Oh, who am I kidding. I figure that even the people I manage to lure onto my site from neopets don't even bother to come to this particular page. Maybe I should make the link come here directly...Hey! What a good idea! That way I can spread my love, joy and insane chaos to more people! I'm a genius. Gotta go, must lure innocent victems to the second most pointless site ever!!!! I'm back. And really angry, and confused. I've always known that I was weird, that's always been a given. But now I realize that I am considerably more normal than the rest of my family. Today we had a "family outing." Now, most families will go bowling, or putt-putt golfing. They may go to a resteraunt with an arcarde, or the movies or to a theme park. Not my family! No, we got the greatest family outing of all. We got to go to a bar and play pool!!!!!*waits for readers to become insanely jealous* Yep, that's right, a bar with a pool table! Not only did we get world class cuisine (under-cooked hotdogs and over-cooked hamburgers), my little sister (age 10) got taught pool by someone I strongly supect is an ex-convict! Naturally when it was announced that we'd be eating dinner in this place, I could hardly contain my excitment(I glared at my mother and asked why we couldn't go to Pizza Hut) When we arrived, we were promptly served (after thirty minutes) In the meantime, we played a family game of pool(my parents played while my brother and sister and I watched) After two rousing rounds, our food came. The food was superb, (our food came the exact opposite of how we ordered it, and half of the onion rings were missing) Then we joyfully returned to our game(my sister and the ex-con played my mom) We spent hours there (from 5p.m.-7:15p.m.) There were many people that were the same age as me and my siblings (no one in the room but us were under 30) Us kids had to be dragged kicking and screaming from the bar ( I almost fell asleep during the last game I watched) As we left, there was a feeling of goodwill and fellowship between all(my sister locked me out of the car and wouldn't let me in untill I started yelling profanity in her general direction) The high point of the entire night was when my mother gave me $21 for my report card. She promptly borrowed $1 to help with the waitresses tip(This part I'm not being sarcastic about) All in all it was a night I'll remember forever (as the lowest point in "family outing"history, except for that time my mom dragged me to a church thing on the concept of truth.) My brother(age 13) even decided upon a new job he wants when he's old enough to work, a busboy at the bar. We had to tell him that he would probley have to wait untill he was 21.(Absolutly nothing about that statement was sarcastic) As you can see, I love my families outings(Not unless you're blind...or stupid) &#!#%&&!!!(*%$ WHAT THE %$#@ WAS MY MOTHER $#$#%$# THINKING!!!!!!!???? BRINGING $#$$# KIDS IN A BAR!? I know it was her idea, 'cause my dad hates it, too. My mom and my stupid little 10-year old sister loves it, though. *sighs* Why does my life have to be so weird? I'm leaving...now I'm back! And not so pissed at my weird family. Now is the time to mourn the loss of one of my most loyal readers (I think she's read the entire thing one time, which is more than anyone else has done so far) She has been banned from accesing any portion of the Internet, do to reasons that must remain confidental due to security reasons. If I told you, I'd have to kill you and all that stuff. So...now I am down to one and a half readers. Untill such time that I have more. I wonder why anyone would read this? You would have to have several characteristics that I possess. First of all, you'd have to have an extrodinary amount of free time. Second of all, you would have to have the patience to read through all of this. And lastly, you'd have to know where the heck this site is. I admit it. I haven't exactly advertised this site. Nor can I find it on any search engines. Some of my pages have stuff written in to make search engines recognize me, but it doesn't seem to be working. What must I do to rise above obscurity? I tell people I know about this site, but they either ignore this page, or don't even bother coming to the site in the first place. I suppose that is the bane of all authors. To pour your heart and soul into a passage, and have everyone ignore it. *sniffle* Why must this be? Maybe I should just give up. After all, no one would really care if I quit updating this site. But I can't help but think of stuff like the evil over lord list and REALLY REALLY BIG BUTTON THAT DOESN'T DO ANYTHING. They are not great neccesarily because of the content, (although that helps some) they are great because of their sheer length. You can read a little each day. And almost never finish. Also, I guess I still am trying to get the world record. I have heard some feedback suggesting that I make someway for people to remember where they stopped reading. It can be very confusing, especially if you weren't paying attention in the first place. Well, I dont want to organize this page, in any manner. This is chaos. And insanity. Not neat little text in classifiable rows, in alphabetical order. If you want neat, go to some other site(though, as mentioned in Flaming Chickens Code:472 there is no such thing as a site better than this one). Otherwise, I guess you're stuck with me. Awwwww...I'm touched! You didn't run screaming to another site, thankfull for the chance to escape this insanity. You're still here, which must mean that you'd rather be here than anywhere else! Hey, where are you going?! I thought you were gonna stay here and keep me company?! *drags reader back* See, I knew you'd stay! *gagged reader glares* What's that? I know this is the best site ever, thanks for the compliment! *reader starts inching towards freedom* I better go...I think that I may have a problem brewing. I'm back. And very concerned about this new, younger generation (all 10 year olds who were born in 1992) They are supposed to be the future. Instead they appear to be a nuclear armagedon in the form of a fifth grader. I chanced to have an interview with an informant from this evil generation (my little sister) who will be called Mrs. X for security reasons (no, she's not married, the "Mrs" makes it good as a disguise) I was quizing Mrs. X on Civil War History for an upcoming test in her classroom (whose location can not be devulged) Mrs. X seemed fluent in the subject. Using prior knowledge, I deduced that Mrs. X was full of crap. Out of sheer curiosity, I asked Mrs. X who participated in the Civil War. She immediatly replied "Clara Barton". I clarified, which countries fought in the Civil War. She answered: England, Russia, and (out of sheer desperation) Iraq. I believe that she was just listing countries she knows America has fought against. Now, correct me if I'm wrong...but Iraq? I don't know if Iraq even existed in the Civil War Era! Why on earth would we go have way across the world to fight them when we didn't even really need oil?!! Moving on, I finaly managed to coax my sister (I'm tired of writing Mrs. X) to tentativly guess that America fought in the Civil War. I mean, who'd a thought? America? Fighting in the American Civil War? In a moment of inspiration, I asked her who America fought. Her first guess was enslaved africans. Well, at least she knows that slaves were involved in the war. Before she could start listing all of America's enemies, I gave her a hint. I said "The Union fought..." With a crack, snaple and pop, some random synapses in her brain connected in the right order and she said "CONFEDERACY!!!" I was very proud of her, just as you would be proud of a two-year-old who has just announced: "I WENT POO-POO ON THE POTTY!!!!!" What I mean is, you wouldn't be very proud if the average person said that they just took a dookey on the toilet, and you wouldn't be very proud if they knew who fought against the Union in the Civil War. I confirmed that the Union was Northern and Free, and that the Confederacy was Southern and Slave. We resumed quizzing and she got every question on the worksheet correct. This is because she memorizes the questions. That way, she can pass the test without actually learning anything. You see, if you memorize stuff, you only have to remember that the answer to number 6 is Clara Barton for a week, rather than having to remember that Clara Barton started the Red Cross for the rest of you life. I sincerely appologize if anyone is offended by my view of memorization. I also would like such persons to immediatly leave my site. You don't belong here. You see...knowledge is good. If my sister...uh...Mrs. X were ever asked a question on the Civil War on a quiz show, she'd come up with nothing. With knowledge you can win money and the opportunity to look like a dork on national television. My sister is a big believer in the memorization system. I previous time when I was studying with her (American Revolution, this time) I was trying to help her remember the difference between the Patriots(Patriotic to America) and the Loyalists (Loyal to Britain) She didn't know what the word patriotic meant. I tried to explain. I asked her how you dress on the forth of july (she said nice) I asked what the colors red, white and blue were (pretty). I gave up in exasperation. More recently, I was trying to instill a sense of empathy and niceness in her. I asked her what the golden rule of christianity was. She didn't know. When I pressed her, she confessed she didn't know what chrisianity was. Completly defeated, I told her that it was the religion she practiced every Sunday when she went with her friends to church. This confirmed my suspicion that she only went so that she could have the use of the church's playground equipment. My family also strongly suspects that she stole $20 from the donation thingy. Anyway, that's my rant on the new generation that contains my little sister. When someone of her generation runs for president, I'm gonna do a complete background check. If they're anything like my sister, I'm movin' to Canada. Gotta go...the Russian-Brittish-Iraqi-enslaved-Africans are coming to defeat the Mexicans. I'm back! *there's that darn cricket again* And I have a genuine question to ask all of my loyal readers *cough-cough* Okay, here it is: Is it normal for a non-gender specific sibling to carry around various dead reptiles (snakes, turtles, lizards etc.) Furthormore, is it considered accepted behavior to talk to these dead reptiles, in a cooey, baby talky kind of voice? Finnaly, is it expected for said sibling's non-gender specific parent to encourage such behavior, citing "I was just like that as a child" as an excuse? It's an honest question as I fear that my non-gender specific sibling is weird. Who am I kidding? My entire family is weird. It's just a matter of degree. Hey, by the way. I'm sorry that my last few entries have been only about my various family antics. Although I can't see why you care, because there is a large probability that you do not exist, because I don't think anyone is reading this anymore. How discouraging. People need to make the time to waste time. It's a time honored tradition. Who'd thought that I could use time that many times in only a few sentences? It's been pretty quiet here lately, which is why I haven't added anything to this text in awhile. I know, you were just crushed that nothing new was happening. It's a sad, cold, cruel world out there and you had nothing to relieve the monotony of it. *sniffle* I feel so sorry for you! Next thing you know, you're internet connection will die. Well, too bad! Do you know I never even had a computer untill just a few months ago (that's why I'm obsessivly writing here) So I won't pity you if you're computer dies for unexpected reasons. Time for another quote from the FLAMING CHICKEN HANDBOOK!!! Code: 843 of the Flaming Chicken Handbook states that in no way is the Patron Saint of Paper Clips (guess who?) responsible for any faulty wiring or lack thereof in your computer. The Patron Saint of Paper Clips in no way wishes harm on your computer. Any derogatory statement is simply an opinion of an individual, not of the flaming order of the flaming chickens. Said order will in no way be held responsible for any damages, injuries, loss of life, limb, head, or organs. Okay, quote is done. Maybe I should put quotation marks around them...nah, too much work. But I probably will eventually get around to having a seperate page just for the FLAMING CHICKEN HANDBOOK. That way all the members (what members) can print out a copy of it for themselves (if they didn't get that copy in the mail) I guess I'm done for the day...I know. You want me to stay. It's okay. Because eventually, I'll be back! Seeya! I'm back. And once again suprised. When I was at a TAB poetry thingy (TAB is good TAB is great We love TAB) I met some new people. One of these people (who shall remain nameless untill such time that I have explicit permission to use her name) turned out to be almost as weird as me. As in...she read the ENTIRE Longest Text Ever. The whole thing. So far two whole people (to my knowledge) have read the entire thing, and a few people have skimmed it. That means I really can justify claiming to have two and a half readers! I'm so happy! That means my pointless obsession has actually entertained someone besides me! Perhaps, one day, far in the future, this will actually be a world record and random people will acutally voluntarily read this text every day. Or maybe not. The point is that it is nice to have readers. Or maybe it's not...I mean...won't the quality *snicker* of my work deteriorate if I am no longer writing for the target audience of me? If that happens, then no one will read this. And then I'll be writing for me again. And then the quality will rise. And then people will start reading. And then the quality will go down and the vicious spiral of good and bad will continue untill I either give up this text, or go crazy...er. In any case...I should probably find a topic. Yeah...a topic would be good. Or...I could just continue to write about finding a topic. Ooooo! I know a topic! Ice cream trucks! This has been bothering me for a while. You see...when it's hot, you want something cold to eat. Conviently, ice cream trucks come around during the hottest part of the year (it must be a conspiracy). As you may or may not know, small children swarm the ice cream trucks. The vendors even play whimsical music which I strongly suspect contains subliminal messages to make you hungry for ice cream. The vendors get oodles of cash, and the kids get ice cream. Now, in today's society of buying groceries on-line and getting them delivered, why hasn't any other food industry marketed this ingenius idea to bring the product to the consumer. I can just see Hot Dog, and Pizza trucks roaming the neighbor hoods, selling treats to hungry children...and adults. Of course, said adults would have to peel their butt-cheeks off the couch...but they'd have to do that for the delivary man anyway. The food trucks could even play music that made you hungry for their food. Then the problem with obesity in America would be blamed on evil food truck drivers as opposed to the harmless, benificient television and computer. We could all breath a sigh of relief as parents kept their children inside, away from the evil truck drivers and near the T.V. Gone would be the days when parents told children to play outside, it's a nice day. Parents would buy their children computers, video games and other television neccesities. This, of course would expand the market for such products. This would lead to a better, more stable economy. Food industires would be buying cars, gas and music. Parents would increase the purchase of entertainment items. In return companies would make a profit, pay their workers better. The workers would then be able to afford more entertainment items and the upward spiral would continue, as opposed to the evil downward spiral of my writing. In conclusion, Ladies and Gentlemen...if you implement my idea, there will be peace and prosperity for all. As long as you don't mind a few more couch potatoes. Gotta go...I think I hear a catchy jingle. I'm back...it's been awhile since I've written here. A lot has happened. Like my EVIL school computer deleting my updates page. But it's all good. Especially since I just saw The Matrix: Reloaded. The following text may spoil the movie for you, so WARNING: do no read this unless you have already seen the movie. Okay. What I liked best was the philosophy on choices. (the mindless fight scenes were really cool, too). It's like this. In the beginning of the movie, Neo is having dreams about Trinity's death. Later, The Oracle tells him that he has already decided her fate. Towards the end of the movie, Neo chooses to tell Trinity to stay out of the Matrix, since he saw her die in it. She agrees, but only after seeing how important it is to him. After a horrific chain of events (is it coincidence, or fate) the people who will deactivate the secondary power source of the building Neo is infiltrating, die. So...the plan is going to fail. Unless someone does something, Neo, Morpheus and many others will die. Trinity, who is of course outside of the Matrix, knows this and chooses to enter the Matrix to save the day. The events of Neo's dream unfold. So...when the oracle said that the choice had already been made, she was completely correct. The moment Neo woke from dreams of Trinity's death, he made a choice. He would do everything in his power to keep his dream from becoming reality. So he kept her out of the Matrix, and she saw the problem, and entered the Matrix to fix it. If she had been in the Matrix, she would have likely been with Morpheus, never would have known about the plan's failure, would therefore not have been in the situation that resulted in her death. And the plan would have failed and Neo might have died, along with a large portion of the city (the building was set to blow if there was any intruders) So...Neo's choice to attempt to save Trinity triggered the sequence of events that led to her death. As Neo realizes all of this, through a nearly omniscient Architect of the Matrix, he makes another choice. This choice is simply an extension of his original choice: he will save Trinity at all costs. Neo is told that he has two choices. He can save mankind, and doom Trinity. Or he can try to save Trinity and doom mankind. No guarantee that he'll succeed in saving Trinity. He goes for Trinity, makes it just in time to catch her body, and starts her heart back up. In return for not taking the easy route, he gains a power in the more or less real world. He can deactivate the machines, (squidies) but at great personal cost. The movie ends with him in a coma. Now, you must realize that I have described only one aspect of this movie of all movies. There are not enough words in the English language to describe the sheer coolness of the fight choreography, special effects and the plot. I highly recommend you see the movie yourself. I'm sorry that today's rant isn't random, insane or completely chaotic, but I must right my experience with The Matrix before I forget. I am so buying this movie when it comes out on DVD. I love it! You have to admit its sheer coolness. I mean, come on! It's the sequel to the movie that revolutionized the standard by which we judge special effects. I better stop typing before I have a heart attack...just remember...The Matrix has you...I'm back. And throughly pissed off at my school system in general. You see...they feel that the only way to reward academic achievement...yada-yada-yada...is to force the smart kids to be ushers for Senior Honor Nite, and Graduation. Where is the logic in this? I for one, didn't know about such dire consequences for not deliberatly failing classes. It was bad enough that I was forced to "volunteer" my precious time (i could have worked on this site)...no...I was forced to wear formal attire. My school system is stuck in the past...and formal attire means...a dress...a white dress...(for those you who never bothered to find out...I am indeed female). So...for the first time in about 5 years...I wore a dress...and something that was complelty white. What cruel fate is this? To compound the EVIL situation...I was forced to wear feminine shoes. In other words...they hurt. And they pushed my toes together. Since I have a rather weird phobia of touching my own skin...this made my evening my own personall torture session. I think that such gender-specific torture should be deemed inhumane and abolished from our great society...of flaming chickens. Henceforth...Code: 666 of the Flaming Chickens Handbook states that under no circumstance will the Patron Saint of Paper Clips (guess who) be forced to wear anything other than a t-shirt and preferably black jeans. Should you violate this right, you will become destroyed or possibly dizzy. I'm leaving now...I have some destruction to do. i'm back. from graduation. we had to get there one hour and fifteen minutes early because there was traffic. After standing around a lot...the ceremony started. Lots of people spoke. by the time I had to do my part (tell people where to stand before getting their diploma) it was dark. there were bugs. they liked landing on me. then...i got to go stand while people said a lot of stuff. i couldn't hear it because someone had put the speakers facing the audience. we clapped. the whole time, even during the name-calling, seniors were playing with silly string and beachballs. afterwards...they turned off the lights. there were lots of fireworks. i wandered around for 20 minutes looking for a cell phone. i called home, and waited another hour for my ride...traffic to the school was one way. i felt sorry for my dad. i am tired...but cannot go to sleep. i'll copy and paste this to my site. maybe the longest text ever. you will all suffer as i have suffered when and if you graduate. i cannot feel my feet. i hate dress shoes. I'm back. Today, I'm here to salute the Pointless Signs Of America! The PSOA have been whole-heartedly working for you, and what have you done for them? NOTHING! These so-called "pointless" signs are doing just what they were meant to do: entertain you! You cannot judge them simply because they have no apparant function. They expand your mind, making you think about all the things they could do. They could do anything they wanted to, if they just put their minds to it. If you judged everything by what it doesn't acomplish, then the entire world is populated by pointless beings. Noone can do everything, so how can you expect a SIGN, with the I.Q. of toilet paper, to do everything. You people sicken me. You expect far to much of the inanimate world. The inanimate world, on the otherhand, expects nothing of you. Which is exactly what it gets. If you expect nothing, and get nothing, you feel nothing. If you expect nothing and get something, you're happy. But, if you expect something and get something you feel nothing. And if you expect something and get nothing, you feel cheated. If you're following along, and not completly confused, you'll realize that it is better to be a pessimist than an optomist. Yep that's right. This entry went from saluting the PSOA to making a statement about my ideals. This has been a weird day. You can thank my associate "Meg" she came up with the PSOA acronym. Everyone, clap for "Meg".I gotta go...seeya later! I'm finnaly back! Today, I took a long look at this site, which is the acomplishment of almost a year of work. And I asked myself "How could I have better spent my time?" And so, in the interest of wasting even more time, I made a list. Here we go! Number One: I could have cured cancer. Not that I know anything about medicine...or cancer for that matter. But I'm sure that if I just would have put my mind to it, I could have done it. Number Two: I could helped the earth to find eternal and lasting peace. Which would be boring. So I at least have an excuse for not doing that. Number Three: I could have studied and stuff. Uh...don't think so...Number Four: I could have learned to drive. This would have resulted in the deaths of numerous pedistrians...and I would still probably be wondering around in search of a McDonalds. Number Five: I could have read more books, played more video games and watched more mindless television. Gee...I wish I'd thought of that sooner. Number Six: I could have implemented one of several plans for world domination. Or, as an alternative, I could have ruined several plans for world domination that other people made. Number Seven: I could drive people crazy. Wait...aren't I already doing that? Scratch number seven. And on to: Number Eight: I could have...uhhhh...ummmmm...actually thought up these things before hand. Number Nine: Now it's just getting redundant, isn't it? Number Ten: This is the list that never ends. Yes, it goes on and on my friend. One person, started typing it not knowing what it was, and they'll continue typing it forever just because this is the list that never ends, yes it goes on and on my friends, some person started typing it not...etc, etc. Okay...I admit it. I have officialy run out of ways I could have better spent my time. I don't think there actually are any. Except for maybe five and six. Now, those have possibilities. However, I am currently content to just sit here and type. For the benefit of you, the reader...who may or may not exist. Either way, I'm continuing to sort of entertain myself. I feel like I should be outraged about some topic or another. I just can't work up the energy to be outraged. Perhaps a nice, soothing mistrust. Yeah. I can work with mistrust. I definitly mistrust lots of stuff. Like organ grinders, and the evil conspiracies. Did you know, that Kodak was part of the conspiracy to assasinate John F. Kennedy. Now, some of you are probably thinking "Gee, Really?", or "Wow, I never knew that!" while others are thinking "Who's John F. Kennedy?" or possibly "Who or What is Kodak". I fervently hope that you're not thinking the last two...especially about Kodak. Kodak, as you may know, is a film developing company. And John F. Kennedy (JFK) was an alien bent on global domination. Or possibly a really good president who wanted to fly to the moon. Either way, he got assasinated. And ever loony in America decided that it was a conspiracy. Some even go so far as to claim that Kodak "changed" the pictures of the assasination to make an assasination in the bushes become a tree's shadow. I didn't know that they had such good technology back then. I have to wonder...why would Kodak do such a thing. Perhaps Kodak is actually a front organization for a shadowy governmental system that controls the entire world and didn't want mankind to obtain the freedom of the stars and so tried to sabotauge the space program even though it didn't work as well as they planned. Or perhaps not. Either way, Kodak is undeniably evil. How can any company that takes so many "wholesome" pictures not be? You can just bet that they look at every one that get's turned in to them, judging blackmail value, and whether or not you could get arrested. It's just sickening, you can't even take a simple photo nowadays. Unless you have a digital camera, which are a symbol of freedom from the old ways and willing enslavement to the new ways. We can only hope that the digital camera manufacturers are kinder masters than the evil Kodak Lords. I better go...I think Kodak is tracing my site....I'm back now! And, once again, I have proof that someone actually took the time (two hours) to read this entire Longest Text Ever! It's amazing, it's incredible, it's unbelievable. But true. Even more incredible, this time it's someone I don't even know! Wooooooo! I feel inspired and happy and other really good emotions and stuff. And so, I'll take a trip down memory lane, to the dark depths of the past, to when I decided to make this page. It was inspired, in part, by my sheer and utter boredom. In school, back before I even owned a computer, I'd type random words for long periods of time, 'cause I had nothing better to do. Once I got this computer, I decided to do something similar on my beloved site. But, it ended up making more sense than I anticipated (scary thought, huh). Oh, well...I tired of nostalgia. Back to the present. Right now, I'm just typing so that no one can say that I've been slacking off. I don't think I have any conspiracy theories...except pop-ups/pop-unders. Have you ever had the evil pop-up that says that if you click here, it'll get rid off all the annoying pop-ups? Isn't that sort of ironic? Could the pop-up blocker people have chosen a better means to advertise their product? It's like grand-theft auto 3's talk show, you know, the one where there are Citizens Raging Against Phones? Or CRAP, for short. And the lady representing them, calls the radio station...on a phone. It's stupid and ironic and just shouldn't exist in a better world. Pop-Up ad's help you get rid of pop-up ads? Insane, chaotic...hmmmmm...I wonder who thought of it? Was it on purpose, or was it just some mistake? It is now my civic duty to discover this ancient mystery, and reveal it to the uncaring world. Or maybe I'll go make a frozen pizza. Yeah. That sounds good, too. Since I'm not particualarly inspired at the moment, I should leave and let you gather what is left of your sanity. I just can't seem to stop, though. Okay...I can do it. I'm leaving. I'm back...and it's several hours later. I've decided to imortalize the stupidity of my dog, Moose. She is a heavy-set Yorkshire Terrior (12 lbs.) In otherwords, she's a small yappy dog who is big for her breed. Today, I met her arch-enemy. An enemy so terrifying that Moose cannot stop shaking. An enemy so hideous that Moose must destroy it at all costs. An enemy so dangerous that Moose fears it above all others. Now you may be wondering what horrible beast is Moose's arch-enemy. And you probably suspect that it is something pathetic. You would be correct in your suspiciousness...for Mooses arch-enemy is...*dramatic drumroll*...a small, white, feather. Now, Moose has seen many feathers, birds even. But none have struck terror in her little moose heart like this particular feather. So...naturally I put her arch-enemy in my pocket and brought it home with me. This action has made her very suspicious of where my loyalties lie. She tracks the feather smell all over the house, and goes crazy whenever I take it out of my pocket. She even got her sister and mother in the spirt of things. Now her sister sounds an alarm whenever she sees the evil feather. Now, you may be wondering what is so terrifying about a small, white, feather. So am I. It doesn't smell funny, (I asked my brother, since I don't have a sense of smell), it seems perfectly ordinary. So, I've decided that Moose works for some secret government organization, and that the feather is the key to the destruction of the world, and I am just blithely letting it enter our home, so that it may furthur its evil plans to destroy the universe. That is the only possible explanation as to why it upsets her so much. Or...maybe it's the feather off of the cartoon owl from the tootsie-roll pop comercials (one...two...three..*crunch*). Whatever the case, I decided that the whole world, (or three of four random people) deserve to know that if the world and or universe are destroyed, it's the evil, little, white, feather's fault. Now I'd better go and torture my Moose with it...:) I am officially back. And you, the potentially non-existant reader gets a once in a lifetime chance to hear me rant and rave about my Horrible, Horrible Family Vacation. I know. You feel very, very honored. It's like this. My mother is a control freak, and she decided on the spur of the moment that we were going north to visit relatives. Later that day, she decided we were NOT going north, we were going south to a beach resort. Still later that day, she got offended at some trivial thing and decided that we weren't going anywhere at all. The very next day, she decided that we were going north, after all. So, we packed everthing up. Before we knew it, we were on the road. The first part of the trip was fairly easy. As in, I was half-asleep, hoping that we'd arrive while I slept. Then, in an inspired move, my brother talked my mother into letting him sit up front. That meant that my mother would be in the back, with me and my younger, eviler sister. Immediatly, my mother started complaining. It was uncomfortable in the back, it was too hot, it was too cold. Then, she accidently woke our three yappy dogs up, and they relized that they were in a car. That meant only one corse of action for them. They started shaking and barked their little heads off. This annoyed my mother further, untill she asked, no, demanded that my father turn the car around so that we could go home. Unfortuantly, we had already driven 337 miles toward our destination. After much argument, my father was going to turn around, untill he realized that my mother was going to drop the dogs and me off, and then turn around and continue north. This seemed slightly unpracticle, so we ended up not taking that 337 mile detour. We eventually reached our destination after 16 hours of virtually non-stop driving. We got there, we ate. We slept. My mother visited relatives. And so the week went by. I got to go to a huge library, and see Terminator 3 at the local theater. That was the high point of the entire trip. The last day, we were deciding where to eat. My mom said that she didn't care. So my dad picked a steak place. My mother tried to order a mushroom-swiss burger...only to discover that the place had no swiss-cheese. So she decided on a salad, only to discover that they didn't have her favorite salad dressing. After much deliberation, she decided that she wouldn't eat. After complaining how hungry she was, and about the poor quality of the resteraunt, she walked out of the resteraunt, instructing the rest of us to "enjoy our meals". And I wonder where my little sister gets her annoyingness. Not that my mother is annoying...just set in her ways. The whole meal thing was about the only interesting thing to happen during the week. On the way home, we had gotten approximatly 4 hours into the trip when my mother predicatably decided that we had to go back and eat at the 50th aniversary of her favorite ice cream place. Needless to say, we ignored her. Oh, and when my sister had to go to the bathroom very badly during a traffic jam, my mother had the good taste to making hissing/water noises to make my sister's problem worse. She claimed that my little sister always did it to her, and she was getting pay-back. Between her bickering with my sister, and obsessivly playing neopets games, I don't know what to do with her. Anyway...that was my family vacation rant. It sucked. No suprise. At least it's over. Sorry if I complained a lot. If you don't like it, start your own longest text ever. Anyway, I promise to go back to my usual routine the next time I rant here. I thought of a topic on the way home, but forgot it. Seeya. I'm back! I know, I took you completly by suprise. You thought you'd gotten rid of me. *cheesy super-hero voice* Well, fear not, random citizen, for I, PSOPC am here! *normal voice* Today I have a very important to discuss with you in this: PERFECTLY NORMAL PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCMENT. Yes, that's right. It's time to warn you, the viewer...er...reader...about the evils of various stuff. Today's lesson is: subliminal messages . That's right, folks, mass hypnosis via commercials. Now, I'm sure you've at least heard of subliminal messages , right? No? Well...prepare to be enlightened. Subliminal messages are an advertising technique that puts hidden pictures and words into a main image. You don't see them, but your subconsious (dreaming) mind does. Your subconsious mind acts on whatever it is told. What does this mean to you? It means that WAL-MART TV IS EVIL! EVIIIIIIIIIIIIL!!!!!! Why else would they invest all that money to show commercials in their own store? Because they put subliminal messages in them, of course! Subliminal messanging also explains the successes of certain fast-food resteraunts, and brand name items. BEWARE YOUR TOASTER OVEN! Okay. That had nothing to do whatsoever with subliminal messages...it's just cool to say. Anyway, only watch wal-mart if you WANT to be subliminaly entertained into purchasing a new set of TUPERWARE, even though your old set is PERFECTLY fine. This has been a public service announcment. Pretty cool, huh? Uh...you don't have to take the subliminal stuff seriously. It's true, and all, but I have no proof about wal-mart, or certain fast food resteraunts. It makes sense, though. Wal-mart TV is evil. You cannot deny it. Seeya...hmmm..I wonder if there's subliminal stuff in my computer...I'm back. And I feel that it's time for a FAKE commercial break, for the highly informed, obviously brain-dead consumer. And now, a word from our non-existant sponsor. Ketchup: The only food that you'll want to eat after traveling to the 5th Dimension. It's been practically proven that Ketchup transforms into a highly intoxicating (non-addictive) delicious substance upon returning from the 5th Dimension. Stock up now with our Valu-Pak to recieve 3-metric tons of Ketchup, all for the low, low price of your brain, since you're obviously not using it anyway. Then, just wait for technology to "catch-up" (get it, catch-up, Ketchup?)so you can travel to the 5th Dimension like our scientists almost did. (Next Commercial) Get ready fo: Faux's new "reality" TV show, "How Low Can We Go?" It's about six contestants who compete to create the worst, least likely "reality" TV show. The winner not only gets the million-dollar prize, they get the chance to produce the show they created. Remember: if the show sucks, it's their fault, not ours!(Next exciting commercial!)And for all the idiots out there: Try new and improved Dum-B-Gon! Dum-B-Gon stimulates brain activity, making you up to 10 times smarter! Not only that, Dum-B-Gon: stimulates weight loss, cures "any" illness, does simple houshold chores, never leaves the toilet seat up and is the perfect gentle companion for your kids. How can you pass up this revolutionary new product? It's yours for only 3 bi-monthly payments of $3.95 ($3,95,000 on days ending in "y")Don't forget, Dum-B-Gon is practically guaranteed!* (*Not a guarantee) (Next commercial)Have you ever wondered why food sometimes goes bad in your fridge, even if you've only had it a few years? It's because of the "evil little faeries with sharp little teeth." These "faeries" sprinkle your food with highly toxic "age dust" and ruin a perfectly good four-year-old meatloaf. How do you stop them? With our patented "spray". Our "spray" kills over 99.9% of "faeries" (which are much to small to see) Our "spray" also kills most disease causing agents, like rats, or pigeons. WARNING: Leave food sit in an open, well-venilated spot for a week before eating. And now, back to our featured presentation. Wasn't that semi-entertaining? I bet you wanna go eat some Ketchup covered Dum-B Gon right now, while watching "reality" TV. Just make sure you "spray" your food first. Pathetic, wasn't it? Oh, well. I was bored, and a dilligent reader suggested I make fake commercials, so...therer they are. Happy? Good. I'm leavin', for now. I'm back. And I'm willing to enlighten you, the potentially you-know-what reader. Today, I was checking out some weird news. At one point, I read an article that stated that it had been proven, conclusivly, that Kansas was flatter than the standard pancake. The researches even used highly advanced technololgy to map the surface of a pancake and compare it to documented geology of Kansas. Some people disagree, the director of the Kansas Geological Survey said "I think this is part of a vast breakfast food conspiracy to denigrate Kansas. It's a cheap shot." So...doesn't that make you want to take Kansas' side (I sincerly appologize if you are from Kansas). It just seems extremly weird (and worthy of mentioning) that this semi-important guy from Kansas believes in a "vast breakfast food conspiracy". Makes you think that the long held belief that Kodak conspired with the JFK assasin(s) is normal. Another article claims that an anitseptic turned a polar bear purple, drawing large crowds of people. I sure hope other zoos won't copy them. Before you know it, we'll have orange alligators, pink tigers and blue lions. School children won't be able to correctly identify the color of a zebra. Random people will think they've gone crazy, after a seemingly innocent visit to the zoo. It's wrong, I tell you. A complete and total degregation of our societies values. What values, you say? The basic moral belief that Polar bears should be WHITE. Unless we spray-painted the snow purple, too. Then it would be okay. As long as the bear blends in, you know? Speaking of animals, there's a cat in California who is a kleptomaniac (likes to steal stuff). He sneaks into neighboring homes, and takes clothing, wrapped christmas presents, and anything he can find. He then leaves them under his owners car. Okay, better leave. I'm back. And I don't really have a topic today. I'm just bored. Sometimes I just do this, you know? Start typing without any idea about what it is I intend to say. Maybe I subconsiously DO know what I'm doing here, but refuse to admit it to myself. Or maybe I am monumentally bored and don't have anything else to do at the moment. Either way, I'm here. You must be pretty bored, too. Otherwise, why on earth (beta, krpto, zkdjf, Planet X, whatever) would you be here? It would make no sense. If you have something better to do, why wouldn't you be doing it right now? I would be. But, maybe that's just the difference between you and me. Yeah. That must be it. Unless you're bored. Then I completly understand. I need to find a topic. Here, topic, topic, topic! Come on, I won't hurt you, I promise! *hides large ax behind back* Come here, topic! Why are you afraid of little ol' me? *sigh* There are no topics anywhere near me. Kinda like me and "Meg" webcomic we are trying to do. It's called Hit-Or-Miss, any topics, plot, etc. are completly accidental and are not the fault/responsibility of the creators. That was sort of a topic, even though it was sort of random. Which is what I do best. Okay, I'm done with that litte commercial. What now...hmmmmm...should I share with you more of my paranoid/delusional conspiracy theories? Or have I been doing that too much lately? Oooooo! I know, I'll start of list of why it's fun/good to be insane/weird! #1You can say or do anything and normal people will agree with you in the hopes that you'll be satisfied, shut up, and go away. Far away. I will show you an example with this completly true stuff that I experienced several years ago. ME: My vicious, psychotic, flesh-eating bunny-rabbit wants to rule the world. RANDOM PERSON: Uh-huh, that's nice. ME: Yeah, but I told her that she'd be a terible ruler. I mean, she traded Asia for a carrot! And she doesn't even LIKE carrots! RANDOM PERSON: You don't say? ME: Yep. She also is the goddess of red jello. RANDOM PERSON: *head explouding from sheer insanity* As you can see, I was a very weird child (this happened in elementary school...uh...except for that head-explouding part). Okay...on to: #2 You can get out of practically anything by saying: a)It's against my religion b)I'm allergic to that. c)I have an extremly irrational fear of that. d)I already did that in a past life and it sucked. e)My psychotic bunny predicted I'd die doing it. Unfortunalty, several of those reasons LEGITAMITLY apply to a certain activity I do every Tuesday, which WILL NOT BE NAMED HERE LEST I GIVE IT POWER OVER ME! I'm allergic to parts of it, have irrational fears about others and I'm pretty sure it's against my Jenny religion...along with eating mashed potatoes, or potatoes of any kind. I'll add that to the FLAMING CHICKENS HANDBOOK. Thou shalt not eat spuds. Hmmmm...time for #3You can obsessive over ANYTHING, and people will think nothing of it. I, personally, am obsessed with, kitties, bunnies, bats, this website, drawing, making intriate little patterns with strings, doing mildly repetitive activities, being weird, apparantly making lists and cheese...and chickens...and flame. Fire is good. Fire is free. Fire is my friend...until it burns me. Then it must die...painfully. And on to:#4You make your friends look normal in comparison. And #5: You can give each of your pets several weird names such as: Ringling-Raison-Bailey-Suzana-Midnight-Schultz, Squirell, Moose, Moose-Moose, Moosey-Moose, Linzey-Moose, Muffin, Squirell-Muffin, Yabby-Doodle, Abby Normal, Wiggle-Baby, Wiggle-Muffin, Witle-Baby, Cheese-Monkey, Muffin-With-Squirell-Juice, Squirell-With-Muffin Juice, Moosey-Juice, Squirell-Monkey, etc. Now, wasn't that a fun list!? Doesn't that just make you proud to be weird? I should make bumber stickers saying that. Proud to be weird. It'd be cool. Anyway, gotta go! *yawn* I'm back. Last night I was super-charged with lots of sugar and not a lot of sleep. I ended up writing things during the time of night when EVERYTHING is hilarious, including the word sheep. To compound things, I wasn't alone, and things just escalated. The following is everything I wrote during that sugar-coated time period. Some are answers to e-mails, the rest are just stuff I wrote.

Definitly. THen we go to library. Guess what? Me and Josh ate lots and lots of sugar, and it's late at nite and everything is funny but we can't laugh 'cause everybody is sleepin' so it's even funnier but ever since we drank the water we sobered up even though we weren't drunk but we ate sugar...lots and lots of sugar. MOstly donut cake. Okay. JOsh says it was only one piece of cake. WE got it at Wal-mart. Or his mom did. OR something. Goodbye..

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smutandfluffohmy · 6 years ago

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Professor Pan

From: Smutandfluffohmy Character Parings: Professor Peter Pan X Student reader (Peter Pan X Reader) Warnings: SMUT. Unprotected sex (Always use protection kids or you’ll get pregnant and die). Age difference (but still legal ya know).Soft (?) bondage.Smut turned fluff.Takes place in a catholic school and idk if that would bother anyone but I’m just putting it out there. Requests: can u do 5,6,13,28,31,37+ spanking, overstimulation and teasing please with Peter pan or newt from the maze runner Word Count: 2.4K A/N: Okay SO I already had another draft of this written out and ready to post but that one also involved movies so I got a bit adventurous and changed everything up.Also I started school up again and I sat down and did research on how to write smut so yea.

Your feet tapped against the tiled floor as the teacher drowned on about a book you had to read over the weekend. Your pencil impenciantly tapping against your desk, looking at the clock wishing class would go by faster.

“Please repeat what I just said Y/n.” The professor said stopping in front of your desk snapping you out of your thoughts. Stammering over your words you could feel your face grow hot mentally cursing yourself for not actually paying attention to what he was saying.

“As I was saying read your french book chapter four for tomorrow.” He sighed walking over to his desk and holding up the test book for everyone to see. “Class dismissed.” He waved starting to pack all his things up, everyone seemed to squrry out of the class and you couldn’t seem to fit your notebooks into your backpack.

“Y/N follow me to my office please.” He said grabbing the last of his things and motioning for you to follow him. “Look I know you guys don’t take me seriously but you need this credit.” He sighed as you followed him close behind.

“It’s not that Professor Pan,I’ve just been distracted lately.” You gulped trying to catch up to him, he opened up his office and let you inside.

“You know the schools’ policy.” He said placing everything down on a side table and reached into his desk drawer. “I’m opposed to this, seems harsh but it’s just school policy.” He said hunching over and looking for something, his hand feeling around the drawer. His green eyes rapidly scanning inside.

“That’s Catholic school for you.” You huffed throwing your backpack on the floor and going over to the door to close it, far too familiar to what was coming next for you. You placed your scarf on top of his desk, taking a seat across from him. He just hummed in response as he continued opening the other drawers in his desk, looking around his office you headed over to the top of the filing cabinet and grabbed the half yard ruler off the top of it.

“Might as well get it over with.” You sighed handing him the ruler and positioned yourself over the wooden desk putting your head in your hands. You could hear him cough from behind you,he placed his hand on the small of your back. Seconds seemed to last longer than they were, before you could say anything you heard the sound of the ruler cut through the air. The hard wood slapped your ass and you could feel it sting under your skirt, stifling a moan from coming out of your mouth you bit down on your fingers.

The ruler kept hitting your ass in the exact same place and you could feel that spot start getting raw, the room fell silent and the only sound was the ruler cracking through the air and hitting your ass.

“Okay you can go on your way.” Peter coughed from behind you as he abruptly turned away from you and fidgeted with files inside on the cabinet. Adjusting your skirt you reached for your backpack, you tugged it by one of the straps but instead you got yanked down to the floor. You were on your knees for a brief moment but that’s all it took for Peter to turn around and you were greeted face to face with your Professors harden dick pressed against his pants. He scrambled and tried covering himself up but it was too late you already saw it, you lifted yourself off the ground and was faced to face with Peter, you could feel his breath on your cheeks.

“I won’t tell if you won’t.” You said glancing from his eyes to his lips reaching over to play with the bottom of his tie. You could hear your heart pounding in your ears, each second that passed without him saying anything you felt worry fill your entire body. You could feel the tension fill every nook and cranny in the office and for a moment you debated grabbing your things and rush over to your dorm to drop his class.

“We’re in public you know.”He breathed out, hooking his fingers at the waistband of your skirt as he tugged you closer to him.Your hand rubbing on his tone arms under his suit, his british accent making you feel as to what you were offering to do not as dirty and out there as you were being.

“I locked the door.” You said, your sweaty hands clasped on his tie twirling it around in your fingers, unsure if this was actually happening or a wild dream you were having.

“No panties baby girl?” He said huskily into your ear, you weren’t sure if he meant he could take of your underwear or if he should just push them aside, despite what he meant you simply nodded letting him take control.

“Try to stay quiet, understand?” Peter said as his hands slipped inside your skirt and squeezed your ass. His hands working on removing your underwear, and you let your hands fall on his belt. Your underwear feel bunched up around your ankles, he tugged your skirt down and started rubbing the inside of your thigh. You eagerly unbuttoned his pants, he kicked off his shoes along with his pants and underwear his harden dick pressed against your stomach.

Spitting on your hand you reached down and put his dick into your hand as you slowly rubbed up and down.Your thumbs rubbing over the tip making slow strokes on his shaft, eager to put it inside of you but saw it as payback for the spanking. Continuing rubbing up and down on his shaft, Peter’s knuckles turning white as he tried holding everything back.

“Come here.” He said dryly reaching from behind you and grabbing something off his desk, pulling you towards his chair. He sat down in his chair making it go down, putting a leg in between the chair and the armrest ready to slide down into his lap.

“No turn around and put your legs through here.” He said rubbing his hand on your thigh and creeped higher sending chills over your body. Sliding onto his lap you hooked your legs in the arm rests leaving you exposed, unable to close your legs shut. You were about to position yourself over his dick when he reached over to your hand and tied your hand to the arm rest, then doing the same for the other hand with your scarf.

Sliding down into his dick feeling every inch and angle of his dick inside of you, pushing up and down with your feet as you could feel his dick hit deep in your stomach. Biting the inside of your cheek trying to stifle a moan from slipping out of your lips, picking up the pace you felt your chest tighten you accidently let a moan escape your lips.

“That won’t do love.” Peter said removing your scarf from the armchair and tying it to cover your mouth, his hands trailed over your hips and landed on your clit. You continued going up and down on his dick his fingers working on your clit, your toes curled from under you letting out a moan that was muffled by the scarf in your mouth.

“You’re so fucking tight for me.” Peter moaned out, his fingers rubbing circles on your clit. Your paced picked up as thoughts of your professor who kept a cut clean image in the classroom was fucking you in his office, in his chair.

Slipping your hand in his as he continued rubbing large circles on your clit, feeling his dick hit deep inside of you unsure of how much longer you could last. Wanting this to last forever, unsure when it could happen again or if it were to ever happen again. The cold floor on the balls of your feet, eagerly bouncing up and down. Feeling his throbbing dick inside of you your fingernails dug deep in the armchair as you squeezed his hand tighter with the other hand.

“You’re so much fun to touch.” Peter said under his breath more to himself rather than you. A feeling built in the bottom of your stomach, falling deep into his dick as you came right on his dick. Trying to wiggle off of Peter’s dick your hips were thrusted back down.

“You’re going to stay here till I come. Do you understand?” Peter said not waiting for an answer as he continued rubbing on your clit. The feeling on your overly sensitive clit made you screw your eyes shut as tears threatened to spill out of them. Gritting your teeth over the scarf, still unable to stop bouncing up and down. His fingers kept rubbing on your clit a new filling threatening to spill over your body but all you wanted to do was squirm off of him but also wanting him to continue touching you.

Peters’ fingers worked harder speeding up to the pace of how close he was, as he felt his own orgasm coming to an edge.Tears falling down your face and falling on Peters’ tigh, clamping your legs together as much as you could together. Rubbing faster you squirmed away, tears continuingly falling down your face and before you begged to be let up Peters’ cum filled you. The warm cum filling you making you heave over, as he reached over and untied your other hand from the arm rest.

Wobbling to get off his lap, your legs threatening to give up from under you.Propping yourself up with his desk, Peter reached over and handed you your skirt as he got up and reached for his discarded clothes. Anxiety and worry filled your body as you glanced over at the clock on the wall that marked 8:00 P.M, unsure that you could find a university bus to drive you to your dorm and certain you couldn’t walk all the way there with how week your legs felt. Slipping on your underwear and skirt you leaned on his desk looking to see where your backpack had ended up.

“Ready to go?” Peter said as he buckled up his belt and held papers under one arm and offering you your backpack with his free hand. Simplifying nodding you seemed worlds away still riding off the high and planning out the fastest route back to your dorm. Both of you making your way out of the office, Peter turned to lock up his office as you turned away from him and started heading out of the building. Footsteps ran up besides you, Peter softly touching your shoulder as he began walking next to you.

“Wait let me give you a ride. It’s the least I could do.” Peter said opening the door for you, the cool summer air hitting your exposed arms and legs.

“I’d appreciate that.” You smiled to him, trying your best to pretend his cum wasn't creeping down your leg. He smiled back to you as if he just didn’t tie you down to his office chair, unlocking his car he reached to open up your door letting you slip inside the car. He closed the car door behind you and went to get inside the car and started it up. The engine roared to life, soft music playing filled the car as your hands fell placed on your lap with your bag rested on top of your feet.

“Um… do you maybe want to go back to my place? You could take a warm bath.” He said as he backed up from the almost empty parking lot, worry dripping from every word he said. “I’ll sleep in the guest room and I can drive you first thing in the morning.” He said stealing a glance at you he shifted the car into drive, reaching over to fidget with the radio.

“I’d really like that.” You said smiling letting your head fall to the side to look at him, the radio slowly rocking you to sleep making your eyes feel heavy. Falling into a deep sleep and as quickly as you fell asleep you were as quickly woken up as soft light filled your eyes.

“We’re here.” Peter said gently, reaching over to unbuckle your seatbelt you let out a moan and nuzzled in deeper to the warm seat.

“I’m still sore from last night, I’ll just sleep here.” You murmured to him closing your eyes again.Peter reached from between your feet and grabbed the backpack putting it on his back and slipping his hands under our legs and back. He lifted you into his arms, out of the garage and into the inside of his house. You opened your eyes to look around his house and let out a laugh.

“What?” Peter questioned as he started carrying you upstairs.

“You’re entire house is green like your eyes.” You sleepy smiled to him, letting your head fall against his chest. A laugh left his mouth as he made his way into his bedroom and placed you on his bed.

“Do you want some clothes to sleep in?” Peter said standing infant of you, you nodded to him. Peter went to some of his drawers grabbing a shirt and some boxers for you. He helped you put them on he stripped you off your clothes throwing them to the side, you curled back in to the soft bed. Throwing a blanket over you he made his way out of his room but before he could get further you reached over and grabbed his arm.

“Stay with me please.” You said more awake than you were.

“Yea I can if you want.” Peter said crawling into bed next to you still at an arm's length away from you. Reaching over to him you crawled next to him burying deep into his arms being engulfed with his cologne. You tangled your legs with his and fell right back to sleep.

The morning light peaked in through the curtains, you opened your eyes finding yourself in the exact same position in which you fell asleep in. The light shun on peters’ face highlighting all off his freckles you never noticed before, he looked mean and stern when he was sleeping the exact same he looked when he reached all semester. Your heart tightened as you realized last time was the first time you’ve ever seen him have another facial expression that wasn’t mean or hard, it was probably a side of him none of his students or colleagues got to see as you raked your brain for anything nice your other professor or his ratemyprofessors reviews had said about him, but you came out empty.

You felt something at the bottom of your stomach again but this time it was something much better, butterflies.

#peter pan #peterpan #Peter Pan Fanfiction #peter pan imagine #peter pan once upon a time #Peter Pan ouat #Peter Pan x reader #ouat Peter Pan imagine #peter pan smut #peter pan ouat smut #Smut

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aboyandhisstarship · 6 years ago

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SICON verse: the interview/Kvella

Kvella moved down the corridor of the council news service, an private company who handles broadcasting over the councils subspace bands, she entered the office of her Boss a Kalber who groaned “the public is demanding more information after that footage leaked!”

Kvella asked “footage sir?”

The boss asked “you haven’t seen it?” pulling up the shaky footage from Sorak 9, it was clearly shot by civilian who typed a Human protecting a Kalber, the human grunted and groaned in its language before the Kalber followed the Human back to a group of other’s. The Human kept grunting and groaning before the other humans chanted something then a little bit latter there was a massive roar as 5 objects blasted through the air before the footage went crazy after there was a flash of white and the video ended.

Kvella asked “uhh what was that?”

The boss answered “exactly! No one knows and the public wants to know!”

Kvella asked “you contact SICON press division?”

The boss groaned saying “the human kept saying called…classified no idea what it means.”

Kvella experimented with the English word “class-a-fried?”

The boss said “something like that…listen I called in a couple of favors and found out about the Kalber in the footage, His name is Specialist T’Mai and get this…he is currently assigned to a SICON ship.”

Kvella said “so no chance of an interview?”

The boss said “who said that? Not me…The council needs interest in this war and the humans want to improve their image on the galactic scale…so you are being brought aboard The SICON ship Watson for a little while.”

Kvella asked “sir why me?”

The boss said simply “SICON needed someone with experience in bad spots as a requirement for the job”

Kvella nodded “and I was in the piece core…”

The boss said “exactly…you are on the next shop heading for Fleet station nine.”

Kvella said “sir?”

The boss laughed “human outpost…Pack light you leave in an hour.”

The Watson:

Lieutenant Ericson entered the bridge of the Watson saluting saying “you sent for me sir?”

The Captain nodded adjusting her hat saying “Will I’m sorry.”

Ericson asked “what exactly is going on Hailey?”

The Captain said “sorry this is official Ships business.”

Ericson chuckled “my apologized Captain Hernandez…should I have to squad prepped?”

Hernandez shook her head saying “not physically…command just came informed me that a council reporter is coming aboard…and will be assigned to Dagger.”

Ericson said “permission to protest this for the record?”

Hernandez nodded “permission granted.”

Ericson said “that’s a pile of nonsense; we don’t have time for a tourist.”

Hernandez chuckled “your protest has been noted…she will be coming aboard when we stop at Fleet station nine I suggest you prep your squad Lieutenant, dismissed.”

Ericson sighed saying “yes ma’am.”

Dagger squad Quarters:

Sargent Francis Mulligan saw Ericson coming flying to his feet shouting “officer on deck!”

The rest of the squad hurried to their feet and to attention as Ericson saying “at ease…everyone we will be having someone else joining us for a short time.”

Mulligan asked “who exactly sir?”

Ericson sighed “a reporter from the council news service.”

Madeline Depoint Team medic/doctor asked in accented English “why exactly would a reporter want to speak with us?”

Futuba Kurogane the team’s combat engineer, computer genius and “baby” of the squad answered simply “because of the humans can fly incident…”

Ericson said “that what!?”

Futuba rolled her eyes “remember that air strike back on Sorak nine?”

T’Mai eyes went wide “that’s what they have been asking me about?”

Francis said “what is that Hitchhiker!?”

T’Mai growled saying “my family has been writing me letters asking for how long have humans been able to fly.”

Ericson nodded “apparently a lot of council civs are getting weirded out…to the point Command is worried we could have an image problem and has allowed this reporter to come aboard.

Francis crossed his arms “sure bring a tourist along is wise LT?”

Ericoson frowned “decision has been made Sargent! But I checked her out she is legit, former war reporter with the Council peace core”

Francis stepped back chastised as Ericson said “since she will be joining us for a bit we need to on our best behavior, Understood!?”

Everyone chanted in unison “Sir Yes sir!”

Ericson nodded “alright, carry on I got some paperwork to fill out” before he turned to leave.

Madeline asked “soo this video?”

Futuba smiled “ill pull it up.”

Fleet station nine:

Petty Officer Melissa woods waited patiently in full dress uniform outside of the Medical Bay. After a minute the Alien exited Kvella looked kind of like resembled an earth squid equipped with an torso and arms and legs, she looked around before making eye contact with the Yeoman.

Woods smiled “I assume you passed your medical checks ma’am?”

Kvella answered “yes I did…?”

Woods smiled “Petty officer Melissa Woods I will be taking you aboard the Watson and giving you the standard tour.”

Kvella nodded a little drone like device buzzing around her shoulder as she asked “Petty officer Woods…do you speak for SICON?”

Woods frowned “ma’am?”

Kvella asked “Are you who I am going to be interviewing?”

Woods shook her head saying “no ma’am that will be dagger squad…your news service was quite adamant about speaking to them.”

Kvella opened her eyes wide “the same humans form the humans can fly video?”

Woods blinked “ma’am?”

Kvella smiled “apologies Petty Officer please show me your vessel.”

Lieutenant Ericson’s office six hours Later:

The human shifted awkwardly He was wearing a brownish T-shirt with SICON logo on it a pair of Cargo pants and had a medal Necklace hanging over the front of his shirt that he called his “Dog tags.” Kvella’s drone hung nearby it’s Universal translator microphone pointing at the human who asked “you sure I should not be in dress uniform for this?”

Kvella made a gurgling noise roughly equivalent to human laughter “don’t worry about Lieutenant…we are going for an informal feeling”

The human shifted saying “I’m really not a PR guy…”

Kvella asked “PR?”

The human made an odd noise that the subtitles described as a chuckle “public relations.”

Kvella nodded “well let’s get started a reminder that is going to broadcast all over council space.”

The human went red before baring its teeth “uhh hi everyone?”

Kvella shuttered “please don’t do that…”

The human asked “do wha…oh yea sorry” closing its mouth.

Kvella gurgled again before saying “soo the first question is the big one what exactly was those birds?”

The human frowned “birds…wait what birds?” the footage from the flying human incident was shown with subtitles showing what the humans were saying.

Kvella said “those birds…you referred to them as Rollers.”

The human scratched his head saying “those are planes…do you guys really not have planes?”

Kvella looked at him blankly as the human explained “a long time ago A couple of brothers living in a place called Ohio decided that they wanted to fly so they crashed a bunch of prototype’s until they eventually succeeded for about 14 seconds. After that aircraft have been developed and used in many of the major conflicts on earth as well as the first contact incident.”

Kvella asked “so humans can fly using machines…do they flip like wings?”

Ericson shook his head “no…the planes used in that footage are jet propelled aircraft.”

Kvella asked “jet?”

Ericson recited “Jet propulsion is the propulsion of an object in one direction, produced by ejecting a jet of fluid in the opposite direction. By Newton's third law, the moving body is propelled in the opposite direction to the jet. Or in layman’s term we shoot something out of the back of the plane that pushes it forward at high speeds.” Kvella replied “wow that is…insane!”

Ericson nodded “I guess it is ma’am…I am no expert on that topic so you have any more aircraft related questions I can’t help you.”

Kvella asked “so what about that flash in the video.”

Ericson nodded “that was dentation of a low yield tactical nuclear device.”

Kvella said “wait a nuclear bomb?”

Ericson answered “it was a low yield device.”

The Lieutenants console lit up and he said “sorry ma’am but you can’t be here for this communication…we will have to resume this interview later.”

Kvella turned to the camera “stay tuned for more exclusive interviews.”

Dagger squad quarters:

The drone drifted in to see a group of different humans doing various things, one was on her bunk reading a book another was on her computer and another was playing a video game the Camera locked on to the Kalber as Kvella approached “T’Mai?”

The Kalber glanced up from his grooming saying “yes?”

Kvella said “I’m Kvella from the council news service I would like to interview you about what’s it’s like on a human ship?”

Before T’Mai could say anything one of humans grunted the subtitles reading “officer on deck!”

The camera whipped around as Ericson entered saying “listen up! We got a group of dug in bugs on Tozau. Council folks already landed but they want us behind the lines we are out of the Chekov and ready to drop in forty questions?”

Ericson looked into the camera saying “Futuba…get the reporter combat ready.”

Watson equipment room T minus 27 minutes until drop.

A wide shot was shown as Kvella was standing up a young human fitting a metal casing around her body the subtitle’s displayed “this is your power suit…it will keep you alive as well as in contact with the rest of the squad when we land.”

Kvella asked “land?”

The young human said “yep orbital insertion” Kvella looked like she was ready to protest but was cut off as the human held up a slivery weapon saying “this is Marita A14 P pulse rifle it fires projectiles very fast and can punch holes through bugs like they were not even there, underneath it is a grenade launcher for explosive’s.”

Kvella said “of course.”

The Human said “alright you’re ready…as you will ever be.”

The screen went black before cutting to a helmet camera inside of a tight capsule subtitles reading “inside of the human drop capsule just before dropping out of hyperspace” as second later the Camera Jerked around hard for several seconds as the subtitles read “dropping out of hyperspace” there was a loud noise and a tap on Capsule the subtitle’s read “they are checking that I am set” Kvella hit the capsule back making a taping noise.

Human grunts were heard over a loud speaker the subtitle’s said “Dagger squad coordinates dropping now!”

The capsule began to lurch before it shook again once hard before it began to vibrate and Kvella was heard screaming the subtitle’s said “drop has started”

The vibrating got worse as the camera shook, rocking form side to side as the subtitles explained “the capsule is shedding outer layers making the falling capsule harder to track using computers.”

A minute of shaking later the entire capsule opened up and the camera was pointed at the sky seeing Anti-aircraft explosions before the camera flipped around to see other sets of power amour bellow rapidly approaching the ground.

The wings open up on the back of the suits deploying rockets, a second later the camera started freaking out as the subtitles read “my jets just activated.”

The camera hit the ground shaking for a second as loud noises was heard everywhere and Ericson spoke “Move out! Kvella turn that thing off!”

The camera went black.

When the camera turned back on when it hit the ground Kvella leaned over a dirt mound as a bug charged but was shot by a human whose helmet had the name “Depoint” written on the side, the medic said “Stay close Kvella”

The camera showed the other side of the dirt mound as hundred’s bugs charged. It looked down to see the Mortia rifle in Kvella’s hand start firing.”

Depoint fired a series of bombs blowing bugs up before moving out of the shoot as a giant Bug charged the camera rolled again and went black.

The camera was on the ground as a human groaning was heard the subtitle’s translating “corpsmen!”

The power armored human leaned down adjusting something out of the camera view before groaning in response the subtitles reading “she is hit but it’s not bad she is just out of it.”

Another human groaned subtitles reading “good work Depoint! On your feet tourist!”

Kvella was dragged up by Depoint and Mulligan as a human groaning was heard the subtitles reading “come on you want to live forever!” the camera want black again.

Watson infirmary:

The drone buzzed over to Kvella’s bed side as the human grunted smiling “you wasted a good set of power amour you know”

Kvella said “Sorry…”

The human said “don’t be…you did good work…for a tourist.”

Kvella made a gurgle noise before one of pain saying “stop being amusing human!”

Ericson shook his head “get well soon…” before the camera went black

#humans are weird #humans are space orcs #The SICON verse

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agent-yolk-writes · 5 years ago

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Friends Like You and Us - Venom!Reader - Ch. 4

And we’re back! First AO3, then Quotev, now finally Tumblr! Good thing for post resets.

In today’s episode, we jump straight back to the present to meet the last member of the B-Team. Venom has a plan for once, the Reader is Absolutely Done(tm) physically and emotionally, and what Aunt Mary doesn’t know who her nibling is bringing into their apartment while she’s on a business trip won’t kill her...yet.

(Nibling is the gender-neutral term for niece/nephew, the more you know)

Note: If you’re using this to teleport to the AO3 version I would like to give a heads up that the italics for some reason stop working when the Reader meets Peni. I don’t know how to fix it, so it be like that sometimes. Enjoy!

Previous Chapter | Start from the beginning | AO3 version

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Indeed, it did get weirder.

You didn’t realize that the hunt for your next meal took so long. The sun just...got ahead of you. The shadows in this creepy part of the city started stretching, covering everything in its path. You thought your eyes were playing tricks when you saw another pair of Spider-man’s white eyes in the darkness behind Ham. The tingling sensation faded as the shadow started moving, revealing that it was an actual goddamn person.

Despite being a self-proclaimed ‘superhero’ for almost a week now, you aren’t getting paid enough for this.

You rubbed your eyes expecting this weird dizzy spell would go away, but upon opening them again they were still standing there staring at you.

“Don’t worry, I get that all the time.” Ham commented. He eyed his taller companion and nudged him on the thigh. “C’mon man, you can’t just stand there menacingly forever.”

“...”

Should I just go or-

“You got some nerve stealing the glory of someone else’s hard work.” Great, he also sounds familiar. Is this some reunion you didn’t get the memo for?

“Well you certainly can’t leave them here to waste!” You rebutted as you stood up. “Someone’s gotta clean up, and it might as well be us.”

“There’s no us in this, missy.” He rebutted.

“That’s not what I-Ugh, whatever!” You shook your head in your heads in frustration before looking back at them. “Look, we’re not going to get anywhere bickering like this.” You motioned your hands to the two. “You guys are out of place, clearly. Let’s discuss this somewhere else before-“ On cue, the sudden wail of police sirens announced their presence as they block off the only ground entrance out of here. Venom instinctually covered your ears to block out the loud sound. “...that.” You sound of your croak almost sounded not human.

The two looked at each other. While you were right that this isn’t the ideal spot for an interrogation, you’re still not in the clear of their suspicions.

“Alright. Let’s skedaddle then, but you’re not out of the hot seat yet, missy.” The brooding spider detective said, shooting a spider web and letting it pull him up. You couldn’t help but groan, he speaks like a dad in a cartoon.

Ham nudged you deeper into the alley. “C’mon kid. It’s quieter up top.” You could feel Venom trying to dig your heels into the dirt, but at this point, it was too dangerous.

Spider-Ham, also known as Peter Porker, was in fact not a pig at first. According to him, he was the spider bitten by a radioactive pig that later became his aunt. He told you not to think about it too much. In his world, everyone has been anthropomorphized into an animal. He works at the Daily Beagle where they work him like a dog trying to sniff out the latest scoop. He was just finishing a fight with a mad scientist lobster before he got snatched between dimensions. The more he talks, the more vocal your thoughts are trying to figure out where have you heard his voice before. A thought passed somewhere about what you might look like in his world.

His black and white companion was Spider-Man Noir, also known as Peter Benjamin Parker, who lived in a monochromic version of Earth in the 1930s. He used to investigate stories for the Daily Bugle and during that time a spider that resided in an exotic statue from Africa escaped and bit him. After the betrayal and death of his mentor Ben (“Not to confuse ya with my uncle Ben, who also bit the dust.” He explained.), he decided to become a P.I. and fight Nazis along the way. You liked this guy already, and yet he also sounds so familiar.

To think just half an hour or so, you were about to metaphorically throw hands and eat heads…

And we still didn’t eat them.

Yea, I’m a bit disappointed too. I’ll make it up later.

Those poor criminals, wasted. Handed to the police before you could even nibble on a finger. If Venom starts to act up like a grumpy child, it’s on them. After the small buzzing in your ears died down, all you’re left with is that dull throbbing in your head that you get with migraines and hunger from both you and your companion. It’s not your fault the universe slapped a literal man-eater on you.

Then again, after the whole exposition dump they piled on you, you felt a little guilty sprinkling your truth with little white lies on top. By the way your companion was treated by his not-so-friendly superhero, you could only assume that it’s mutual throughout the alternative universes. Better play it safe and claim you built your suit out of some nanotech that was laying around...somewhere. You even ‘pulled down’ your mask as a sign of trust.

You regained your focus when Venom used your limbs to jump between buildings to catch up with the eccentric duo. You haven’t really kept in touch with the whole lore of superheroes. They didn’t involve you, so you didn’t get involved. It wasn’t going to be the end of the world if you didn’t reblog five different gifsets of the same skit Tony Stark was in on Sunday Night Live. If they’re taking you to some secret spider cave, then it’s news to you.

Speaking of which,

“Sooo,” You decided to break the ice. “Where...exactly are we heading to?”

“Our own little Hooverville.” Noir answered. “It ain’t much, but it’s the best we got at the moment.”

“Plus we already have someone guarding the helm while we searched for more folks like you!” Ham added.

“You’re telling me there’s another one of you guys?” You held your hands up and counted the total number of spider heroes, not including yourself.

“And together, we make quite a ragtag bunch.” Ham continued on. “Who knew you could make a robot shaped like a spider?”

“Don’t forget the fact it’s small enough for that kid to get in and out with ease and her fingers still intact.” Noir added.

“Who...is this…’person’ you’re talking about?” You questioned, trying not to assume to worse.

“Don’t worry, she’s a sweetheart.” The detective added. “She’s got spunk for someone her size.”

Oh god, Venom.

What?

If this is an actual child I swear-

“Welcome back!”

You had to give your eyes a good rub to process what you were seeing. In front of you was indeed a small mecha shaped like a spider. The red and blue metal pieces clash together but at the same time was fitting for something like it. The small figure that was tinkering one of the robot’s legs when you arrived. As they stood up and you finally get a good look at her, you wanted to go apeshit over the fact that, indeed, it’s an actual child piloting a robot. You’ve seen like two movies that basically told you why it’s a bad idea for a kid to pilot a destructive machine in the first place.

You can tell by her appearance alone that she too is from another universe. You couldn’t describe it, but her dimensions seem...rather flat? No, that’s not the right word. Whatever it is, Ham has it too. You thought it was just Ham being Ham up until now since, after all, he's a walking, talking, crime-fighting pig you see in cartoons.

“Hey kid, hope there weren’t any scuffles while we were gone.” Noir was the first to greet her as she ran up to him.

“Nope! It was quiet as a mouse.” Was her response. She peered around his brooding form and met your eyes. Her eyes managed to grow even bigger as she approaches you excitedly.

”Hello! You must be the one we were sensing!” She grabbed your hand, giving it a nice shake. “I’m Peni Parker, and that over there is my robot SP//dr!” As if on cue, SP//der’s faceplate lit up and gave a friendly wave. Out of politeness, you waved back while ignoring the spidey-sense going off threefold.

Peni Parker...Peter “Noir” Parker...Peter Porker...Not to alarm anyone, but you think there’s some kind of pattern going here, and you’re the outlier. Well, at least Gwanda is with you for this one.

”H-Hello, Peni…” God, why are you acting so awkward all of the sudden? ”I’m (First Name), hero name TBA.” You shot your arm out awkwardly, letting the small girl take the reins in the art of the first handshake. You wonder if she can sense your weirdness with that firm grip of hers.

“So, now what?” Ham was the first to break the silence before it got weird. “We’re basically sitting ticking time bombs until we figure out a way to get back home! New kid!” He pointed at you, making you jump at the sudden action. “You got anything new to contribute?”

Shit! Shit! No one told me this was a quiz! Vee!

...We have an idea. Cover us.

Huh?! You have a-

Venom assumed control of your body, shrugging off your backpack to find your phone. Your phone? What could there possibly be on your...Oh! You have...some sort of an idea on what he’s doing! Maybe.

“Actually,” You started, bracing yourself like you’re stalling for time on an in-class presentation. “I heard a rumor the other day online…” Subtly, Venom pulled back the tendrils over your thumb so your phone can scan your print. “Somebody on a high-rise took a picture of the area-passwordiscapitalqwerty-where Spider-Man died. Can’t guarantee that-yesallcaps-you’ll see the body with this quality though.” Now if you can only find said photo if the mods of that subreddit didn’t remove it first. Ugh, this public wifi sucks ass. Who's hoarding it at this hour?

It doesn’t help that your hand is visibly shaking as your phone struggles to detect any pressure from your sweaty appendages and three sets of eyes that are on you expectedly aren't making this any easier. To make sure karma knows it's laughing at you, your phone slipped out of your grip at the most inopportune moment. Your case had taken some beatings in the past, but you know for sure by the sound of the landing that it was time for it to be replaced. You just stood there frozen, wondering when the panic attack kicks in.

Instead, your tingling skin is your only warning before your muscles went out of control. It felt like you were being ripped from the inside out and then being ripped outside in twice fold. The pained garble coming out of your mouth was either coming from you or Venom. It was tough to see with your spotty vision, but it looks like your newly befriended companions were going through this too in various states of pain.

After a few seconds, the out of body experience ended. You know immediately that trying to get up quickly will kick you in the ass right after.

You good, buddy?

Peachy.

Figured.

When you patted around and found your phone, you couldn’t help but grimace at the sight of new cracks branching over your screen.

”Son of a bitch…” You couldn't help but swear out. ”You know what? This would be better if I did this at my place, yeah?” Digging your hands into your face you inhale, waited, and exhale slowly. When you looked up, they were still staring at you with concerned eyes. “What? It’s my first week on the job, can you give me some slack?”

While you knew your aunt was a few hours away somewhere upstate you couldn’t help but pray that she doesn’t decide to come back home in the darkness of the night. If Penn Station was closer, maybe you could’ve caused some delays on the Amtrak. Didn’t help that you now have guests sheltering in your apartment clearly not built for four heroes of various sizes that had to get inside through the window. You hope no one in the next building over calls the police. You all even put a tarp over SP//dr, much to the dismay of the robot, to make sure it doesn’t end up on your social media timeline later on. At least Mr. Davis wasn’t there when you unlocked the door manually.

“It’s nothing much, but it’s the best I can do. Make yourself at home.” You didn’t need to say that twice. Almost instantly they go around poking and observing whatever they can. “Can I...get any of you something to drink?”

“An egg cream for me.”

“I’ll take some juice, please!”

“Rum and coke. Shaken, not stirred.”

You have no idea what an egg creme is, there’s only vegetable juice in the fridge, and there’s certainly no alcohol in this apartment. You’ll make it work somehow.

Keyword: somehow.

Do pig-spiders even need to get drunk in the first place? According to Google, egg cream is just a fancy way of saying milkshake. How old are these people exactly?

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Our belated celebration of 64 followers!

Here is the second installment of SUDnD to celbrate one of the milestones we defined in the beginning. It has actually been a bit since we hit this milestone, but I was preoccupied. . .

I want to thank loreweaver, alvinnobody and delicious-anomalocaris for all the reblogs and thanks to everyone who comes back each week and reads and likes the stuff. Thanks to daiskken for the continued conversations each week.

Campaign: Crystal Gems

Session 2: Laser Light Cannon

MotelCalifornia: Alright, so Steven and Amethyst have decided to go to the fry shop while Pearl and Garnet stay on the Beach near the Temple? We’ll follow Steven and Amethyst for now. Fryman is in the store right now.

ShieldsNRoses: Hey, Fryman, give me the bits!

MotelCalifornia: It’s kinda late, so the shop is closed right now.

MotelCalifornia: Oh, uh he gestures to the closed sign and says *Fryman* Steven! We’re closed.

ShieldsNRoses: D: Aww, what?

AwesomeSaucem: imma beat on the counter Give 'em the bits! The bits, the bits...

ShieldsNRoses: The BITS! The BITS! The BITS!

MotelCalifornia: *Fryman* Okay, okay! Take it easy on the counter, will ya?

ShieldsNRoses: Yes!

AwesomeSaucem: Yes!

MotelCalifornia: He gives you the fry bits. They’re even more burnt than usual. I can give you actual fries if you want.

ShieldsNRoses: Just the bits, please. Thanks. @awesomesaucem Did we want to get anything else?

AwesomeSaucem: nah we dont need anything we head back to the beach

MotelCalifornia: Cool on your way back, you guys see two suns in the sky

Pearlescence: Two suns? I thought you said this world was basically Earth. A planet with two suns wouldn’t be anything like Earth.

MotelCalifornia: I’ll explain in a bit Let’s get everyone together first. But one of them seems to be getting bigger and the other one is setting

AwesomeSaucem: as were walking i wanna munch on stevens bits

ShieldsNRoses: have at it. Ah, sunset, my favorite time of day. When the sun goes down, and the second sun gets bigger and bigger in the sky.

AwesomeSaucem: lol Yeah, that big hot second sun

MotelCalifornia: You notice the second sun has a red eye

AwesomeSaucem: oh man not again!!!!!!! oh no, what is that doing here?

ShieldsNRoses: What is it?

AwesomeSaucem: I don’t wanna explain this I carry him to the others

ShieldsNRoses: Ah, my bits! *Rolls low*

Motel California: It was in your inventory, Shields, you didn’t have to. . . ah, never mind. We’re going back to Garnet and Pearl until you get to the beach.

STELLA: This is bad.

Pearlescence: I’m looking through the telescope. I want to roll to see how much I can remember about the red eye. *Rolls 10*

MotelCalifornia: It’s bigger than you remember, but you know it will likely crash into the city and kill people, including you.

Pearlescence: Look at the size of it, I had no idea these things were so big!

MotelCalifornia: Steven and Amethyst approach Pearl and Garnet on the beach.

AwesomeSaucem: still runnin and ive still got steven and im just yelling really loud Garnet! Pearl!

Pearlescence: I’m very angry that you guys weren’t with us when this all started. We saw. Some of us are trying to protect humanity. Where were you?

AwesomeSaucem: I put steven down Eating fry bits.

Pearlescence: Ugh

ShieldsNRoses: I wanna look through the telescope Oh, can I see? I see a giant eyeball Woah. It's a giant eyeball! Awesome!

Pearlescence: NOT awesome! It's a Red Eye!

ShieldsNRoses: A Red Eye?! It’s going to infect us all!

STELLA: That’s pink eye, Steven.

AwesomeSaucem: lmfao

Pearlescence: It’s going to crash into Beach City and crush us, along with a bunch of oblivious, innocent people! We have to stop it.

ShieldsNRoses: What are we going to do?

STELLA: The only thing powerful enough to destroy it is a Light Cannon that belonged to Rose Quartz.

ShieldsNRoses: My mom?

AwesomeSaucem: *ugh* if rose were here this would be so easy

Pearlescence: I know, but she’s not, and the cannon is missing. We’ll have to find another solution.

ShieldsNRoses: If it belonged to my mom, I bet my dad knows where it is. He can help us save the day!

Pearlescence: . . .

Amethyst: yea seriously

ShieldsNRoses: Huh? Eah?!

MotelCalifornia: Shields we hhavent decided your dads charatcer yet. I was hoping to bring him in later…

ShieldsNRoses: Well… why don’t we just make him like you? He’d be a perfect dad character

Pearlescence: Steven, he is your dad.

ShieldsNRoses: Exactly!

Pearlescence: I speak in a slow sweet voice: Greg is... nice, Steven, but I doubt Rose would entrust someone like him with such a powerful weapon.

MotelCalifornia: um

AwesomeSaucem: Your dad is kind of a mess, Steven.

MotelCalifornia: UM

Pearlescence: AMETHYST! You calling someone a mess makes it seem a little extreme…

AwesomeSaucem: I’m just sayin’, even if she did leave it with him, he probably broke it, or lost it, or dropped it in the ocean by now.

STELLA: TRUE

MotelCalifornia: Stella no not you too

ShieldsNRoses: Cmon guys No way, I’m sure he’s just keeping it somewhere safe. I’ll go ask him.

STELLA: WE CAN HANDLE THIS, STEVEN.

AwesomeSaucem: were way higher level than last time we can totally do this I bet that garnet could just throw me and it would beat it

STELLA: READY?

AwesomeSaucem: woah rly? HELLz ya lets do this

MotelCalifornia: Alright then roll for strength

STELLA: 19

MotelCalifornia: You pick up Amethyst and launch her at high speed directly at the redeyee. She makes it and it makes a neat thump when she bounces right off.

AwesomeSaucem: rly? with a 19? I bet a crit would knock it out of the sky we gotta keep trying

STELLA: OK

ShieldsNRoses: Uh, I’m gonna go. I head to town.

Pearlescence: (half-heartedly) ... Okay, good luck.

ShieldsNRoses: I’m banging on my dad’s van doors Dad, it’s me! Dad, are you in there? Wake up! We have to save... the— WORLD!

ShieldsNRoses: I climb on th van Dad! I think the van is like a mystry machine except more like ashtroids and shootin stars and planets

ShieldsNRoses: and a purple and white Mr. Universe real big on the side

MotelCalifornia: hm, you trip on top of the van and set off a car alarm

ShieldsNRoses: :)

MotelCalifornia: Greg bursts out of the van with a waffle iron *Greg* Who’s there? I have a waffle iron!

ShieldsNRoses: Dad, it’s me!

MotelCalifornia: Greg looks on top of the van. *Greg:* Steven? I almost waffled your face! What are you doing up so late?

ShieldsNRoses: whatdya meen? the sun just went down like an our ago

MotelCalifornia: *Greg* Oh, heh. It was a... slow day at the car wash. Anyway, what’s up? Just needed to see your old man, pal around, learn some lessons about life?_

ShieldsNRoses: NO!!! I need the lite cannon that belonged to mom to blow up that eyeball

MotelCalifornia: *Greg* Eyeball?

ShieldsNRoses: *pointing at it* that!!!

AwesomeSaucem: just as greg is looking at it he sees me flyin up and smack into it Raaaah!!!

MotelCalifornia: *Greg* Wait, is that a magical thing? The Gems told me not to get involved with magic stuff. It... it could be dangerous or interfere with what’s left of my hair. Greg rubs his long luscious hair.

AwesomeSaucem: lol. . . long lushus hair cept the bald part on top

ShieldsNRoses: But they need Mom’s cannon. You've gotta know where it is, like a cave dungeon or a cloud fortress, or in a clam at the bottom of the ocean!

MotelCalifornia: *Greg* Well, I don’t know about all that but I have an idea where it might be.

ShieldsNRoses: A magical storage unit!

MotelCalifornia: *Greg* Ha, not exactly. But some would say there’s magic inside. *winks at Steven* It’s just a shed I use to keep things that don’t fit in the van. If it’s anywhere, it’ll be in here. Greg opens the door and reveals a shed a well organized shed.

Pearlescence: I hope you don’t mean as well organized as your actual shed.

AwesomeSaucem: lol ya just pakced top to botom w/ junk

ShieldsNRoses: if imma go in there Imma gonna need some gear.

MotelCalifornia: It’s not junk. I save everything for a reason! There’s some really important stuff in there!

MotelCalifornia: umm, I mean Greg has a reason for everything he saves.

ShieldsNRoses: I tie a flash lite to my head with a sok and elecktric cord around waste here I go

MotelCalifornia: *Greg* Good luck!

ShieldsNRoses: I crawl in on my hands and knees woa, cool! Its like a dad museum.

AwesomeSaucem: see that pic of the cat with the ball of yarn? Mabe some mattresses? Newspapers?

MotelCalifornia: A dad museum? Roll for investigation

ShieldsNRoses: There it is! *rolls 3*

MotelCalifornia: If by IT you mean golf clubs...You pull them down on top of yourself

ShieldsNRoses: Do you golf?

MotelCalifornia: *Greg* Eh, I’d like to think of myself as someone who would golf... eventually.

Pearlescence: There are probably a lot of weapons in there. I seem to recall you having a harpoon gun. I’m fairly sure I saw an arrow sticking out of a file box!

AwesomeSaucem: Oooh, and that sweet mask, shield and drum from Africa. Have you even been to Africa?

Pearlescence: I think I remember you having a refrigerator also. And a Japanese lantern.

MotelCalifornia: Alright guys. . . Steven, Roll again?

ShieldsNRoses: hmm, yes! *rolls a 6*

MotelCalifornia: You find a drum. Again?

ShieldsNRoses: No! I smack the drum first!

MotelCalifornia: Ok. It makes a thump sound. Roll

ShieldsNRoses: No, no... Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh! Is this *rolls a 4*

MotelCalifornia: A t-shirt cannon? Why yes, yes it is!

ShieldsNRoses: cool, I shootit

MotelCalifornia: A t-shirt comes out of it.

ShieldsNRoses: ooh it says buy tshirt cannons

Pearlescence: Now that I think about it, you have a lot of sports things in there, don’t you? A croquet set, tennis balls, rackets?

AwesomeSaucem: mabe u can find some of your dads old music in there

ShieldsNRoses: YES! I roll to find some music *rolls 18*

MotelCalifornia: really? You find a box full of CDs

ShieldsNRoses: hey, there’s a bunch of copies of your old CD! I put one in my pockit

MotelCalifornia: *Greg* Huh. Oh, man, I couldn’t give those things away. You know, before I ran the car wash, when I was a one-man band, I traveled the whole country.

ShieldsNRoses: lol I know, Dad.

MotelCalifornia: *Greg* When I came to play a concert here in Beach City, no one showed up

MotelCalifornia: *Greg* _except . . . _

ShieldsNRoses: An ALLIGATOR!

MotelCalifornia: What? I thought you’d say your mom. . . *Greg* No, it was your mother.

ShieldsNRoses: Hahaha, I know.

MotelCalifornia: *Greg* And we were always together after that. Until she gave up her physical form to bring you into the world. I don’t know what a magic lady like her ever saw in a plain old dope like me. roll again to find the cannon?

ShieldsNRoses: *rolls 1*

MotelCalifornia: you break something under your knee

Pearlescence: A photo frame of Greg and Rose

ShieldsNRoses: What?! uhh, dad I broke a photo.

MotelCalifornia: roll again?

ShieldsNRoses: *rolls 14*

MotelCalifornia: *Greg* It’s okay buddy. If every pork chop were perfect, we wouldn’t have hot dogs. You see the cannon glow

ShieldsNRoses: Huh? The light cannon!

MotelCalifornia: Greg is ignoring Steven distracted by the red eye *Greg* Oh boy, that thing’s giving me the willies.

ShieldsNRoses: Dad I found it!

MotelCalifornia: *Greg* Really?

ShieldsNRoses: tying cord around cannon Get the van!

MotelCalifornia: ok Greg ties the other end of the cord rope to the van, then drives it forward until the cannon is out.

Pearlescence: Wouldn’t that cause everything else to come out with it?

MotelCalifornia: …yes.

ShieldsNRoses: This thing could save the city, we've gotta get it to the beach!

MotelCalifornia: *Greg* How? It’s too big for the van. rolls 3 …um. a wagon rolls by?

ShieldsNRoses: That’s perfect! We can just put the cannon into the wagon!

Pearlescence: Steven… I don’t think that any wagon that Greg is going to own will be strong enough to hold the cannon.

ShieldsNRoses: well its what we got…. it has to work

MotelCalifornia: alright Steven we’ll roll for it Easy does it. Greg puts the cannon on the wagon. Steven, roll?

ShieldsNRoses: *rolls 8* Is it gonna be okay?

MotelCalifornia: The bottom falls out and the cannon hits the ground. the rest of the wagon is in good shape though. *Greg* shrugs If every pork chop were perfect...

ShieldsNRoses: We wouldn’t have hot dogs! I tie the wagon to the van. It might be able to pull it like this?

MotelCalifornia: Sure. roll

ShieldsNRoses: *rolls 17*

MotelCalifornia: That should work. We get in the van and drive to the beach, the cannon dragging sparks behind us.

MotelCalifornia: Greg is really disturbed by the enlarged Red Eye. That thing’s getting huge, it's freaking me out.

ShieldsNRoses: Can’t the van go any faster?

MotelCalifornia: This is faster.

AwesomeSaucem: Ugh this is takign 4evr

Pearlescence: It has been a while.

ShieldsNRoses: Oh I know! Finding dad’s music earlier got this in my haed! Don’t worry. Come on, let’s put on your CD.

MotelCalifornia: uh What? Really? Come on, you’ve heard it. Steven, please no

ShieldsNRoses: You come on. youtube song Let me drive my van into your heart!

MotelCalifornia: We get to the beach

AwesomeSaucem: G r u still thowin me? that would be hilarious

STELLA: OK

AwesomeSaucem: Sweet! Throw me again, I think I’m cracking it.

MotelCalifornia: You guys notice the van coming up with the cannon draggign on the beach behind it.

AwesomeSaucem: Is that... ?

ShieldsNRoses: Hey, guys!

Pearlescence: I imagine Pearl would be very surprised. He really had it!

AwesomeSaucem: We’re SAVED!!!

MotelCalifornia: Red Eye’s gravity begins to pull everything towards it, causing rumbling and destruction. The fryshop sign falls over.

AwesomeSaucem: no not the fry shop!

MotelCalifornia: shingles are coming off the roofs, telephone poles are being pulled towards the eye, the wind is crazy

STELLA: WE HAVE TO USE IT NOW

Pearlescence: I don’t remember how she activated it. I think it was a password. I don’t know how it works, it was Rose’s!

ShieldsNRoses: Dad, how do we use it?

MotelCalifornia: I can’t just tell you that. I don’t think greg would know anywho

Pearlescence: Steven, this is serious. The gem. You have Rose’s gem.

AwesomeSaucem: a pwd or did she tap it with her gem? That’s it! I grab steven and rub him on the cannon

MotelCalifornia: that doesn’t work

AwesomeSaucem: Ah, come on!

STELLA: STOP THAT

Pearlescence: Can we get a hint? Your puzzles aren’t usually this difficult.

MotelCalifornia: I figured you guys wouldn’t remember so I’ve already given you hints.

Pearlescence: Ugh. It’s no use.

AwesomeSaucem: Fine, forget it. Throw me again.

Pearlescence: That’s not going to work.

MotelCalifornia: The gravitational pull intensifies and pulls the van and cannon.

MotelCalifornia: Greg unhooks cord from cannon *Greg:* I got this. *rolls 2* *Greg:* Ugh, wait, nope, maybe I don’t!

ShieldsNRoses: I start talkin to the canon Please work, unlock, activate, go, please! Everyone’s counting on you, you can’t just be useless! I know you can help. i gotta be able to find the password if i just keep talkin rite?

MotelCalifornia: That’s actaully pretty good. I’ll give you another hint. *Greg:* It’s okay, Steven. We’ll figure out something else, something even better.

ShieldsNRoses: right… if every pork chop were perfect, we wouldn’t have hot dogs.

MotelCalifornia: that’s right! you activate the cannon.

Pearlescence: It’s working!

MotelCalifornia: The cannon starts folding out like rose petals it shines bright pink, then it falls forward and is now aimed at the horizon

ShieldsNRoses: the horizon?! where is the red eye?

MotelCalifornia: almost diagonal up in the sky

ShieldsNRoses: I try to lift the cannon

MotelCalifornia: roll for strength

ShieldsNRoses: *rolls 19*

MotelCalifornia: hold on let me look at your character sheet

MotelCalifornia: ok you do a good job lifting it. But its still too heavy for you to get it all the way.

Pearlescence: Steven! We’ll help! *rolls 16*

AwesomeSaucem: This is it! *rolls 18* this is gonna be sweet

STELLA: BRACE YOURSELVES *rolls 20*

MotelCalifornia: I’m glad I get to use this again. It explodes and *rolls* falls destroying parts of the city boardwalk. a giant crack in the ground. Mr Frymans car falls into the crack

AwesomeSaucem: Steven, you just saved most of Beach City!

ShieldsNRoses: poor mr fryman Sorry about that!

Pearlescence: How did you get it to work?

ShieldsNRoses: I just said that thing that Dad always says.

Pearlescence: That thing about pork rinds?

STELLA: Hot dogs.

MotelCalifornia: Greg tears up remmemberin Rose Rose...

AwesomeSaucem: yo wudnt all dat destruction hit da water and cos a big wave?

MotelCalifornia: ya probably

AwesomeSaucem: wudnt it carry ur van away?

MotelCalifornia: *Greg* My van!

ShieldsNRoses: It’s okay, Dad, if every pork chop were perfect

MotelCalifornia: *Greg* I LIVE in there! apparently

ShieldsNRoses: Wait up! I run to ward van

MotelCalifornia: Greg goes running after his van *Greg* Oh geez, wait, wait, wait!

MotelCalifornia: ok guys I think that’s enough for this week. That was a pretty good session I think.

Pearlescence: I agree! You were doing a great job today Steven!

ShieldsNRoses: Thanks! I tried my best. Saucem and Stella were being the funniest though.

AwesomeSaucem: ya i no im great

MotelCalifornia: Alright so let’s meet up again next time. We’ll be heading to the Sea Spire for this one.

Pearlescence: Oh, how lovely! I’ve always liked the Sea Spire. I can’t help but imagine it as being very majestic. I’ll see you all then.

AwesomeSaucem: ttyl

ShieldsNRoses: Bye!

MotelCalifornia: Cya then.

#Celebration #Steven Universe #DnD #free writing #@delicious-anomalocaris #@loreweaver #@daiskken #@alvinnobody #rolls 8

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fragiledewdrop · 5 years ago

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High school Newspaper Shenanigans

I don't have a lot of good memories about high school, but today I found a dusty copy of what passed for a "newspaper" in my school and it brought me back to when I was 16.

The girl who had been running the school newspaper for as long as I could remember was graduating that year, so she had to prepare for the final exam and university and she did not have time to edit anymore. My friends B., C., and I, in what was probably a fit of madness, decided to try our hand at it. And so I found myself co-editor of a newspaper. I had no idea what I was getting myself into, but it would be one hell of an adventure.

The paper was called "Up!", after the Disney movie, for...some very creative reason I cannot remember. The first thing we did was change the title to "Up patriots to arms!"

One of the first things we had to cover was a very important, popular, yearly student strike,which would have been fairly easy, if not for the freaking tension between the two student organizations in our city. The biggest one, the "Rete" , was basically left wing - although many people didn't know or care about their affiliations- and they constantly butted heads with the student block, a group of self proclaimed neofascists who dressed in all black, used smoke bombs during protests and were always surrounded by the police.

We decided it would be a grand idea to interview the respective leaders to get both opinions on the matter.

The president of the "Rete" came to meet us after school. The highlight of the interview was when he said that his was a "non political organization", at which point we looked at each other in disbelief and asked him:"Really?"

The answer was "Yeas, although of course many of us are registered in different parties along the whole spectrum, such as..." and he started listing all left wing parties in the country, from communists to centrists, because apparently that's what he meant by "variety". Anyway.

It was time to interview the leader of the Block. He told us to wait in a square until someone would come get us.

B. and I were getting very nervous.

A guy with a shaved head and a black leather jacket came towards us. "You the journalists? Follow me"

We followed him to the lair. I mean headquarters.

(By the way, we realized we knew this guy. He was a lamb. I had no clue what he was doing there.)

The headquarters' walls were legit covered in swastikas and pictures of Mussolini. Yikes.

The leader was also very nice. Didn't stop me wanting to throttle him when he said that poor Mussolini was just misunderstood.

I had to ACTUALLY stop B. from doing something rash. No picking fights with the fascist dudes in he fascists's lair, please.

They straight up told us, I shit you not, that they were a brotherhood and, as a very effective bonding experience, they put on music and danced in a circle while whipping each other with leather belts. I AM NOT MAKING THIS UP. Maybe they were, but it didn't seem so. That didn't make it into the article, but it's forever etched into my brain.

I was shaken, but the double interview turned out great. #journalism

A while later we were sitting at a school assembly in the local movie theater. Everybody was complaining about the fact that our gym's roof had collapsed the year before and nobody was doing anything about it. We were taking the bus every week to a public gym, but we had to pay for it and were Officially Not Happy About It.

It was then that B. went : "You know what would be great? If we could interview the mayor about this"

I lit up. "Oh my god! We could ask him so many things! And not just about our school, but about the Linguistic High school that had to be evacuated and about [all the other schools that were literally falling to pieces. You know, Italian things]"

But the consensus was that, while we could try, it would be almost impossible for us to get an interview. So we sighed and sat back.

C.cleared her throat. "Guys." "Yes?" "You know how the mayor is a lawyer?" ".... Yes?" "Well, my dad is a lawyer. He knows him."

We dragged her to the bathroom

"We are not leaving here until your dad gets us an appointment" (poor guy)

He did

For that same night. At the town hall. At 8 pm.

We cleared our afternoon to come up with pertinent questions and practice and freak out.

At 8 we were at the town hall.

There was a red banner on the balcony with a slogan on it, that would be there for months afterwards, because...

... that same night a group of workers had occupied the town hall to demand better pay and better working conditions

Good for them

Bad for us

We were about to leave, but they assured us the mayor would be with us shortly

We waited three whole hours

During which, obviously, an old council member came to talk to us about how, if we wanted to do some real journalism, we should investigate the presence of the Illuminati in our town

Not gonna lie, we were kinda interested at that point

Around 11, the mayor called us in

I am going to concede that he must have been tired

But he was still a slimy son of a bitch

Extremely condescending

When we brought up our problems, he told us our schools were the Province's responsibility

(the Province would of course later tell us we were the Mayor's responsibility)

It was a train wreck

But eye opening

The article we wrote was extremely passive aggressive

He told C.'s father that he really liked it

I don't know if he was impermeable to sarcasm or just a politician.

Fast forward a few months. While our math teacher was talking, a giant piece of plaster fell from the ceiling, missed her by millimeters and crashed on the floor. We went on, business as usual, but that was kinda scary. And it was not the first incident of that kind to happen in our school.

We decided to do a reportage

Armed with notebooks and a camera, we went from classroom to classroom, asking students and teachers about problems with the building.

It was like opening a can of worms.

We got everything from "Oh yes, don't you see those huge holes in the ceiling and in the floor?" to "Yes, every time it rains the classroom gets flooded" to "See this giant wooden piece of tent rod? It fell on my shoulder last week. We don’t even have tents!"

Everyone had something to complain about. The teachers. The janitors. It was scary, to be honest. Especially considering we were repeatedly told ours was the safest school structure in town (what with having been standing since the end of WWI and all)

One day, while we were trying to get on the roof to evaluate its conditions, the headmistress called us in her office.

She said that she had gotten wind of what we were doing (duh)

And she hoped that we wouldn't give a bad impression of her "to parents and important people"

Because after all her hands were tied

It was the responsibility of the Mayor and the Province

(Just who the fuck was responsible for us?)

She smiled sweetly, leaned in towards us and whispered "You'll be careful now, won't you?"

She looked at me and said my name

Hoping I'd be the responsible/most easily intimidated one

(I had beef with that woman, mmmkay? But that's a story for another day)

I smiled and I told her: "Of course. We are just taking pictures of what we see. We'll let the truth speak for itself"

We did

No commentary

Just very objective descriptions and pictures

We really felt like heroes of the free press and free speech, at the service of the people despite the threat of power. (Yes, it sounds dramatic. It's because we were teenagers)

And then there were the other, less momentous adventures:

That one time when, after days of editing, we had to fill a little blank space at the bottom of the last page and nothing fit. We were frantically searching through our notes, the articles other students had sent us, drawings, everything, and we were slowly losing hope, until B. unearthed one of my notebooks and said : "What is this? 'Requiem. In memoriam termosifoni malati, ego ista verba pronuntio..." I was horrified. "NO" I yelled. "That's just a joke. We are NOT publishing that. NO WAY!" It was really a silly thing, you see. There was a radiator in our classroom that didn't work very well. Sometimes it was scorching hot, sometimes (on the coldest days, obviously) it was icy. So my friend E. and I had decided that the radiator was "sick", and we wrote its last will, its epitaph, parodies of famous poems like "La fontana malata" (The sick fountain) by Palazzeschi or "All'amica risanata" (To the healed friend) by Foscolo (can't find translations, sorry). It was fun. B.had found my silly attempt to write a "Requiem" in...kinda dog Latin I guess? But the grammar was correct. In any case, IT WAS NOT MEANT TO SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY. But we were desperate, so I relented. On one condition: it had to be ANONYMOUS. And that was the best decision I ever made in my entire life, because when we distributed the newspaper I saw a bunch of Latin teachers analising the fucking thing in front of their classes. "Mmmmhhh I am not sure an accusative was the best choice here. I would have gone with a dative." Then write your own pastiche poem, Marta! One of them had even copied it on the blackboard and was trying to figure out the metric! That was the equivalent of a 3am shitpost, not fucking Catullus, people! I have never been so embarrassed in my life! At least my friends were having a field day with it. Oh, and my Latin and Greek teacher figured it out. She read it and told me : "This was you, wasn't it?" I wanted to disappear. But she said it was funny, and that was the end of it.

All the times we had to edit what other students gave us and it was WILD, you guys. The grammar alone...The choice of topics....We got quite a few articles about UFO sightings over our town, so that was a thing. (We got to see a lot of really interesting and creative stuff, though)

The times we absolutely lost our cool, because it was hard work, okay? "Federica, your Isabel Allende analysis is a bit too long. Maybe if we cut the Scheherazade comparison..." "YOU ARE NOT CUTTING THE SCHEHERAZADE COMPARISON, B." "But.." "That is the backbone of the whole thing. The structure would collapse without it." "It's only a metaphor!" "No! I won't sell myself and my principles for a chance to be published" "Guys! CALM DOWN! It's just...essentially a book report." "SHUT UP C."[........] "I think we need to eat something" "Yeah. Should I make pancakes? With chocolate chips or without, B.? "

The time we got stuck at school because it was snowing, and C. wrote a beautiful piece called "The agonizing mesmerism of snow", and our friend P.,who was a wizard with a pencil, made an earie and amazing drawing for it that almost made me cry. Coincidentally, it was the day pope Ratzinger resigned. We thought it was a joke while still at school, then later on agreed that it was the reason it had been snowing in the first place. None of us wanted to write about the pope, so we asked the guy who was always sending us articles about the occult and arcane symbols hidden in churches. It turned out great.

The time a bunch of our more "troublesome" classmates started making hilarious dirty jokes based on Catullus' double entendres and B. promised them we would publish them (anonymously) if they wrote them down. They did, and the result was a page titled "Surrealism" full of the dirtiest "poetic" stuff in existence that made everybody laugh themselves unconscious, with the exception of some teachers who somehow didn't get the jokes.

The time we interviewed our student representative (a classmate of ours), whom B. had always thought was too full of himself and needed to be brought down a notch. So we "accidentally" misspelled his name in the article. Nobody noticed except him. He was fuming and it was glorious (not my proudest moment, but what can you do)

The time another brilliant classmate wrote a piece called "The pathologic mysoginist" that absolutely enraged some of the guys in our school. I stan her to this day.

That time I wrote a long article for Woman's day about the abuse and mistreatment of women in our country and across the world. I thought it was nothing special, really, but then Maria the janitor (the sweetest lady in existence) stopped me in the corridor and teared up a bit and said that she hadn't known about a lot of the things I had discussed, but she thought it was important to talk about them and that she felt represented as a woman and that she wanted to bring the paper home to read it to her husband. It touched me so deeply I still get emotional when I think about it.

Anyway, all of this and more happened in one year. Then we, too, had to worry about university admissions and exams and we passed the burden on to "aliens and occult" guy (who was amazing too)

But I remember the passion we poured into it, the willingness to take risks, the feeling of defying authority for the "greater good". We were idealists, all of us, and so full of hope and a will to change things in every way we could. Maybe a high school newspaper means nothing in the great scheme of things, but it meant something to us. It made us brave when we didn't think we were. It made us defiant. I wonder if that part of me is still sleeping, somewhere deep inside.

#Memories #High school #Journalism #I guess #High school newspaper #Adolescence #Adventures #Funny #I am so full of feelings right now #We were crazy #About me #Long post

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saintcanardmoved · 5 years ago

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Oh god. I didn’t know this blog would suddenly receive so much attention. Please, I am begging you to not scroll down. It’s endless MysticMessenger posts from two years ago.

#long post

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whenimgoodandready · 6 years ago

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✨The Realm of Magic!✨ the source of all magic in the universe! The home of The First Born made by Star (Battle for Mewni:“Toffee”), where she first visited and saw all those baby unicorns (“Deep Dive”), where she and Moon had mother/daughter quality time together (“Divide”/“Conquer”). It leads to various dimensions in the world through golden waterfalls going in the opposite direction and a cleansing from dark magic. It’s a utopia! Where all your troubles just wash away and you’re only left with pure happiness and joy! The downside is you forget everything and end up looking like an idiot. So let’s go there again! Yea!:

*Mama Star-So apparently, from what we learned in “Conquer”, there’s upward golden waterfalls that lead to different dimensions without the use of magic and one of ‘em is on Earth. Yes! Earth is a dimension! It has a society and history! Stars trying to signal her “unicorn daughter”, First Born, to come out, by throwing sh*t into the well, and take her and her friends back to Mewni and save it...................again. Since Star created First Born, she’s technically her “daughter” which means her unicorn babies are her “grandchildren!?” Stars a mom and a grandma! Finally, First Born comes out tells Star to stop throwing sh*t in the well and refuses to allow Star and her friends in. First time Star was there, First Born wanted her to stay (“Deep Dive”), second time Star was there, with her mom, First Born wanted them both gone and sent them home (“Conquer”). Hmmm, I wonder why?

Oskar lets Star borrow his car to send themselves into the well (God knows how they fit that in the well, magic?) and Star convinces First Born to lead them to the well that leads to Mewni while they stay safe and sound locked in the car. NO ZAPPING! Last time that happened, Star and her mom got seperated. They all have to be there together! Turns out, there’s no need to touch the magic in the realm to make yourself forget, it’s in the air! So Team Star gets high like Woodstock and crazy sh*t goes down. Tom freaks out that he has a third eye, Marco debates with himself on his feelings and says the magic words! (“I love you, Star!”) (squee). She totally heard that😏. Then they all freak out at seeing First Born and try to turn her into road kill, but she stops ‘em and says that they’re almost to the well to Mewni and-Wait! Where’d she go? Hello! First Born! You-hoo! Here horsey! Horsey! Horsey! HEY!

Hey look! A pool of black goo! That’s where she went! Wait a minute! Black goo!? Wasn’t that the black goo that was washed off when Moon was there? (“Divide”) or when Toffee corrupted the place!? (“Battle for Mewni:”Toffee”). I think it might be the former cuz it’s not as “goopy”. Look at me, I’m analyzing the goo in a magic realm over here! OOOOOOOOOH! No wonder First Born didn’t want Star back in the realm! She left behind that sh*t the last time she was there! Of course! Star’s just one brain cell short of functioning as a regular person!😅. Hey! Don’t judge me! Star admitted herself she’s stupid! So it’s okay! Doesn’t matter how much character development Star had done through, she’s just gonna continue leaving behind a bunch of sh*t. Anyway, Tom blows the roof and converings off the car and is now stuck in his firey demon form. Lol! Hey! What’s that thing in the black goo with First Born? Is that a shark? Wait! Where’d she go again!? Hello! First Born! Here girl! Weesnaw!

Oh well! Team Star (minus Tom) get out of their seatbelts and go out to have the time of their lives! Star and Marco make themselves a family with the unicorn babies, Janna plays with the corrupted unicorn babies and Tom just sits in his place still in his firey demon form. Yup! Just like the first time, and the one after, the amnesia induced suckers fall into its power and goof around looking like idiots. But happy idiots! Like-like uh, Bliss! Yeah! Bliss! That’s the word! It’s all good! Oh look! It’s First Born again! Hey you! Where’ve you been? Swimming? Hey who’s your friend? Your friend that big corrupted unicorn there! That’s-that’s charging right at you and everyone else? Wait, that’s bad isn’t it? FIRST BORN DO SOMETHING! *ZAP!* What happened!? Where’d everyone go!? Star! Marco! Janna! Tom! WHERE ARE YOU GUYS!

A few things about this episode. Marco thinks (what the fandom has long thought) that the first Mewman settlers were actually Humans! I mean, they’re not too different! And the name sounds poorly similar too! If Oskars car can fit through that well to the Realm of Magic then why not a boat full of pilgrims! Maybe it does work like magic!? Maybe the first Mewman settlers were Humans that got lost in the pilgrimage and ended up in Mewni!? Could explain why they don’t remember who they were and thought they were Mewmans from the amnesia inducing effects? (“Meteora’s Lesson”). And Humans can gain magical powers! Just look at Marco! (“Deep Dive”) However, we didn’t get to see any development from that cuz we had to keep the current plot rolling. So the black goo was still there from when Moon washed it off herself and it stayed there corrupting the baby unicorns! (hisses through grind teeth) That’s not good, but who was that corrupted big unicorn? I thought there was only First Born? Was that her husband? idk!? But he’s there! And he’s out to destroy! What was sweet about this ep was that Star and Marco had a beautiful and loving moment playing and being happy, even if they were under its amnesia inducing spell! Marco said a beautiful (drug-like) “I love you” to Star and now we just need to hear it from the other party (leans towards Star eagerly). They remembered each other! But they didn’t with Tom. Starco is strong! Yea! You see! No Blood Moon or Severing Stone is powerful enough to break this ship! And we saw them as a family too! A little something for the Starco shippers to let us see them as a wholesome bunch! Awwwwwww. The whole Meet Cute, fall in love and then start a family together in just 5mins! Like a pre-Starco endgame sequence. How nice ღ. We saw another soft side of Janna when she was girlishly in awe at the corrupted baby unicorns. Who could resist!? Tom just continued to sit there in his firey demon form cuz he just “forgot the off switch”. Lol!

#svtfoe #mama star #svtfoe mama star #pda #romance #love

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fionnmeetsharry · 7 years ago

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Consume Me

A/N: Hey guys this is a new story that im starting that is a Harry Fionn vampire AU, hope you all enjoy it. REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN FOR IN BETWEEN CHAPTERS.

——��————————————————————————————————–Chapter 1:The Beginning

Harry’s POV

It had been been ages, well literally for me it had been ages, but also it had been ages trapped there in that place, fighting that battle that I didn’t even have to enlist in. How did I get myself in that God forsaken place? Oh yea I thought it would seem strange if a perfectly able young man like myself were just walking around London while all the others were fighting a battle to save the world, besides it’s not like I could die or get hurt even, I might as well make my immortality productive and put it to good use. But what i didn’t expect was no matter how long I had been living, no matter how much death I had seen in all my days, all the gore, nothing could have prepared me for this, this was different from any battle I had ever seen, this was the humans fight.

Humans, the most destructive beings on earth. They not know what they truly do, starting not one but two world wars in one century, with young men greedily fighting for survival, but that’s what survival is isn’t it, greed. I know that sounds harsh but that’s also what it is, it’s a bunch of young men that came together to defeat one evil while simultaneously trying to survive, beating each other at who gets to go home first, finding ways to get their before others. Making sure you make it out alive without giving others even a second thought.

That’s what was in store for me next, I just didn’t know it yet. I was actually lucky, I was boarding a boat to finally go home from France, and yea I know I was the last person there that needed to go home that second but people were starting to get suspicious of me surviving deadly wounds and not dying of starvation or dehydration. That was the first time that I had actually smiled since being there, seeing all the men happy and smiling to be boarding the ship. All the starving humans hungrily eating the food that was provided and drinking the water to wash it down before getting more. And then just like that it was all taken from them, and they went from happy to fearful. I could hear it first, the planes coming to bomb us, I could tell by the engine that it wasn’t one of ours either, but what was i going to do, how was I to stop it. There were explosions everywhere, panic filling everybody and chaos taking over. I could hear the deck being blown apart and screams coming from the men on it just innocently waiting to be taken home. I could feel the ship sinking, most people were just jumping overboard but the wounded couldn’t, we had to leave them. And I made the mistake of jumping over on the side of the ship that was slowly making its way towards the deck about to crush anything between the two, and yes I wouldn’t have died but I was too weak to get out of there on my own, and I wasn’t going to let it crush me, that would have exposed our kind. That’s how I met Fionn, I will forever be grateful to him, and now forever stuck as well. “Well Mr. Styles, it seems that our time is up for today, as it was good for you to talk about the war and meeting Fionn, that’s not what I asked you about, you dodged my question again”.

I started Therapy with Dagwood 3 weeks ago, this was our third session. He’s a doctor for special people, not human people, so we can talk to someone and tell them the real things that are bothering us, and him being what he is can see right through me and knows I’m not talking about what’s really getting to me, I just don’t know if I’m ready to talk about that yet.

“I can feel that you think you’re not ready to talk about your family yet, but Harry I really think your family could be the root to your problem”.

“I’m just having a reoccurring dream, that’s all, don’t see what my family s’got to do with it”.

“Well maybe if you told me what the dream was I could help you overcome it, and from what I can tell from your fear when talking about, it’s more of a nightmare not a dream”.

“Maybe next week Dagwood”.

“Ok, will Fionn be coming in for a session today?”

“Uhh no, no he’s at uni, living there actually, in a dorm and all. He said something about wanting to try and live a normal human life. He’s attending the University of York”.

“Ah I see, and let me guess he used his charm to get in?”“Ha, yea considering he’s a 91 year old that looks 19 and his birth certificate is a bit off he kinda had too”.

Dagwood was now packing up his things getting ready to leave as I walked towards the door of his conveniently dark, quaint office.

“That’s better for me anyway, my … niece is moving in today, she’s actually attending the university of York as well”.

I couldn’t help but chuckle at the poor flustered man, I knew she wasn’t his niece and I could tell he could sense I knew. We both exited the office heading outside to the cold Yorkshire air that was filling the streets. Streets filled with humans all bundled up in jumpers, beanies and boots. I didn’t need any of those things, considering I never get cold, but in order to fit in I usually wear a light peacoat with a scarf of some sort.

Me and Dagwood have been chatting about how maybe Fionn and Solstice, his “niece”, may know each other and he’s still panicking in his head over the fact that I know what she really is.

“Dagwood, look, your secrets safe with me, I trust you with my deepest darkest secrets, you can trust me with this one”.

Dagwood smiled at the ground, embarrassed that I knew the truth,

“I should have known you would have figured it out with your mind reading”.

“Well I knew you knew with your empathy”.

“Its why i do what i do”.

Each of us gets a “special” power when we become vampires based off of what we were good at in our human life. You see Dagwood here was good at sensing how people felt, therefore he is now an empath.

Dagwood is now getting into his car with nervousness and excitement filling him

,“Harry, thank you.. for keeping my secret”.

“It’s no problem, if anyone understands secrets it’s me”. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

Solstice’s POV I woke up gasping for air, sweat coating my body, I’m now sitting up in my small bed with my heart beating at a thousand miles an hour. I had the dream again, well the nightmare, every night its the same thing.

It starts off with a beautiful man walking towards me on a deck by the lake, there is a beautiful wooded area surrounding us and flowers filling what there is of ground. The man finally gets to me and sits down, caressing my cheek with the back Of his hand.

“I’m so lucky to have found you, v’been lookin for you for ages”.

The mans smiling down at me sweetly as his face slowly moves closer to mine, his breath fanning my cheek as his nose nudges it. He gently places his lips on mine intertwining them as we kiss, I feel a hard pinch on my bottom lip and taste blood, he bit me and is now kissing me with more passion and more hunger than before.

Suddenly it’s night and we’re in the middle of a field of blood red flower all burning, except a small circle surrounding us where there is no fire.

My back is now to the mans chest as his hand is wrapped around my throat, pulling it to the perfect angle for better access to my neck, better access for him to bite. Outside of the circle I see two figures in the fire running towards us screaming for the man to stop, the man quickly turns me around, fangs protruding from his gums and the soft green eyes I saw before are now glowing green with veins popping out from below. I scream as loud as I can as the man harshly pierces my flesh with the sharp fangs sucking me dry, killing me.

That’s how it ends, that’s how it always ends, with me dead only to be woken up at 4:00 AM to realize it was just a dream, but the thing is it never feels like a dream it’s always so real, too real. And now there is no way I’m going back to sleep, I never do. I think the cause of these stupid nightmares is this dorm, I started school 3 weeks ago and that’s when these nightmares started, or maybe it’s just England.

I decided that I was just gonna go ahead and get up, I have a big day with moving and all anyways maybe I can just go ahead and get my shower out of the way. Making my way to the bathroom I grab my towel, toiletry bag and what I plan on wearing for the day, struggling to open the door with all the items in my hand only to notice once it is open the room is full of steam, like someone showered.

“Ahhhhh!”

Finally with all the steam leaving the room through the door that I opened I can see a boy getting out of the shower, a very naked boy.

“Oh my gosh I’m so so sorry I… I didn’t know anyone was in here I thought this was my own bathroom and well I keep having this reoccurring nightmare so I thought while I was already up might as well sho-“

“Would you please just excuse yourself!”

The boy was trying his best to keep himself covered with just his hands as I made an idiot of myself and just rambled on about why I was awake and why I was gonna shower.

Quickly exiting the bathroom I scold myself for being so weird, like why when I’m embarrassed do I just ramble on like that. That poor boy has no interest in my life or even any clue about the things I was talking about.

“Umm, its all yours”.

The shy boy now fully clothed, opening the door that led to my room allowing me into the bathroom.

“Thanks, and I’m sorry I honestly didn’t know that I shared this bathroom with someone and I really didn’t expect it to be a guy”.

He’s still not making eye contact with me, looking uncomfortable he continues to stand there rubbing the back of his neck,

“Didn’t expect it? These are co-ed dorms”.

Even more embarrassed than before, I stand there clutching my items as I bite my bottom lip.

“Ow!”

When I bit my lip it felt just like it did in my dreams when the beautiful man did it. Feeling my lip with my fingertips I look down at the blood coating them.

“Um you should take care of that, maybe start that shower”.

The boy is now completely turned away from me, did I really embarrass him that much I didn’t even really see anything. Ok that was a lie but he didn’t know that.

“No, I just bit myself too hard, it’s fine really…just a little blood”.

By looking at his back he seems like he’s breathing heavy,

“Hey, are you ok?”

“Yea…yea I’m fine, just got too hot in the shower”.

“Ok, well I’m Solstice by…the way”.

As I was speaking the boy rushed out of our shared bathroom, not even telling me his name.

“Yea that was great…great meeting you too dorm mate”.

It’s now 10 AM and Blaise has been helping me pack up most of my dorm all morning. Dagwood said that he was gonna continue paying for the dorm in case I wanted somewhere private to crash in between classes.

“I just don’t understand why you didn’t ask mystery guy to help you, I mean you seem pretty close and all”.

I rolled my eyes at Blaise, every since I told him about the shower incident he hasn’t let it go, and has made comments all morning. I met Blaise when I first arrived here, he’s the first friend I made…well he’s the only friend I’ve made but we’re already really close.

“Blaise, I don’t even know the guys name and I met him for like 2 seconds, that’s not close”.

“You’ve seen each other naked, doesn’t get much closer than that Sol”.

“For the last time we did not see each other naked, I saw him naked”. “But you were both in the shower”.

Ok now he’s just pushing it, he knows how the story went, he’s just trying to get under my skin.

“No, we weren’t. He was in the shower I walked into the bathroom”.

Blaise put his hands up in defense

,“Ok, ok whatever you say”. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

Fionn’s POV

She was having the nightmare again, the girl, my dorm mate. I don’t know if she knows it, but every time she screams in the dream she screams in real life. I’ve had to charm everyone in this building to forget about the scream every time they hear it. I just don’t want attention to be drawn to myself, I’m trying to stay low.

With being a vampire my senses are already heightened, but with also being an empath not only are my own senses heightened, but everyone else’s around me that I can feel. I’ve learned to deal with it mostly over the years, but every night when she has that dream an insane amount of fear and pain fill her, then it’s multiplied by ten for me.

That’s why I was in the shower, I get in the shower every morning around 4AM when she’s having the dream, the running water helps me calm down, the sound drowns out her feelings that are running through my head. I grabbed my bag and phone before I left my dorm, I had a big history test this morning, well I guess not really big for me since I lived it. Right outside our dorms is my neighbor and some guy, they’re packing up what looks like things that would go into her room. Is she moving? She can’t be moving it’s only been 3 weeks. I feel an urge come over me to ask her to stay, for some reason I don’t want her to leave, and for some reason I really don’t like her laughing with that guy. God her laugh, it’s the most beautiful thing I have ever heard, she has the kind of laugh that makes you feel warm and happy, safe, the kind of laugh that makes you want to laugh. What am I saying I don’t even know this girl, I must be feeding off of that guys emotions.

“Hey, Solstice’s dorm mate guy!”

Oh no, why is that guy calling me over? How does he even know I’m her dorm mate?

Solstice is now trying her best to hide her face and act like she can’t see me. Was the situation really that bad this morning?The guy continues to call for me so I head over towards the two. I make it to the both of them and Solstice still won’t look at me.

“Hey Solstice”.

She looks up from the curtain of hair blocking her face from my view,

“Hey..”

“Uhh, Fionn, its Fionn”.

She gave me a quick smile, now fully looking at me, God she’s gorgeous.

“Fionn, look again im sorry about this morning I really didn’t know”

“It’s fine, promise”.

I cut her off from her rambling, I could feel how flustered she was getting.

“Are you moving?”

“Yea, well mostly. I’m going to live with my uncle but he’s going to continue paying for the dorm in case I need some privacy while on campus”.

“Oh that’s cool”.

Suddenly I smelled it, it was the same scent from last night when she bit her lip, she was bleeding.

“Shit, it’s like I just can’t seem to stop bleeding around you”.

I could feel myself losing control, I quickly turned around hoping I could calm myself down so I didn’t have to run again.

“Sol what the hell did you do?”

I could feel that guy whose name I still don’t know moving towards her to check on her hand.

“I just cut it on the side of the truck, no big deal”.

I could feel the hunger taking over me, I had to get out of here, I haven’t fed in over a month.

I quickly ran towards to the woods and as soon as I was out of eyesight I orbed myself to Harry’s apartment. I knew he kept a stash of blood in the deep freeze.

Appearing in his apartment I was grateful that he wasn’t here, he would have scolded me for not taking care of myself like I should, he probably would make me move back in with him. I grab a blood bag and immediately suck it down. I can feel the hunger slightly ease but really all I wanted was her, there was an urge in me to just turn back around and have just a taste, but I knew I couldn’t. I would lose control. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Solstice’s POV

When I finally look up after cleaning my hand from the blood, Fionn is gone. Why does he keep doing that, running every time we are starting to have a good conversation. Maybe he’s just not good with blood, I was bleeding both times.

“C’mon Sol, we got to get to Dagwoods”.

I hop into the truck with Blaise as we head off to my uncles home, well Manor is more like it. I can’t help but to think about Fionn, I’m not sure why he’s all I want to think about but he is, there’s just something about him that pulls me to him. The stupid voice in my head is telling me that it’s because I saw him wet and naked, but that’s not it.

We finally arrive at the manor, Blaise is helping me carry my bags in as the front door opens.

“Dagwood!”

I drop my bags to run up and give my uncle a hug. My uncle means a lot to me, him and my aunt Valeria.

My parents died when I was a baby, I don’t even remember them, so my aunt took me in and we lived in America. My aunt was my moms sister, Dagwood is my dads brother. Even though I didn’t get to live with him when I was younger, he always came to visit the states and see me.

“Solstice, you’re beautiful as ever”.

I missed him, he smelled familiar, which is something I miss since the move, familiarity.

“Well c’mon, lets get inside, I want to hear everything since the last time I saw you”.

Blaise, Dagwood and I all grabbed some bags and headed in. “Hey Harry, come down here there’s someone I want you to meet. Harry is one of my clients and after our session today he called me and asked if there was anything I needed help with with the move, so he’s been putting together your bed”.

We hear footsteps coming down the stairs, as the man makes his way to us he makes eye contact with me. No, it can’t be, it was the same beautiful soft green eyes from my dream, he was the man from my dream. I felt weak, lightheaded ,the room was spinning and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. The next thing I know the man is rushing past me with my uncle calling after him. Black spots are starting to fill my vision as my uncle calls my name asking me if I’m ok. Dagwoods worried blue eyes are the last thing I see before complete blackness.

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Insolence, Pt. 3 [Adam Cole]

Title: Insolence, Part Three of ? (Part One, Part Two)

Characters: Adam Cole/OC(Brenna, because it’s easier for me to write with names in stories)

Genre: Angst & ...Fluff?! (We finally have some nice-ish things!)

Length: ~4,400 words (it ran long, not sorry?)

Warnings: Cursing

Summary: Another ROH show, another opportunity for the universe to laugh at you. Except this time, you think maybe, just maybe, you’re gonna get the last laugh.

“Hey man, where’s Bren?” Colt Cabana asked, coming up to Jay Briscoe, who was sitting on a road case in the back hallway, next to his brother. Jay Lethal was standing with them, as was Christopher Daniels. They were in Atlanta for a ROH event and TV taping, and it was early afternoon, so everyone was still arriving and the crew was setting up the ring and venue. It left time for the roster to mingle around backstage, catch up with one another, or complete any production filming that was needed.

“Put her in a back room, told her to sleep for a bit,” Jay answered.

“She shouldn’t be here,” Mark chimed in.

“Yea, tried tellin’ her that,” his brother replied. “Makes me miss Nigel. She never argued him.”

“Is she OK?” Lethal asked, confused and concerned, looking between the other men.

“Sick as shit,” Jay explained. “Been this way for a few days.”

“She looked like hell when I saw her,” Colt stated. “Like, ready to pass out.”

“She almost did last night when we got to the hotel,” Mark said. “She said she hasn’t been able to keep anything in her for at least two days.”

“Can’t you get Cary or Delirious to tell her she’s not doing anything today?” Christopher questioned. “They can’t let her go out there if she’s that bad.”

“Thought about it,” Jay agreed. “But knowing Bren, she’ll put on some fuckin’ act or argue her way to what she wants. She thinks she’s gotta do her job tonight, and nothin’ should stop her.”

“She can’t wrestle like that though, it’s not safe,” Lethal argued.

“I know,” Jay replied, appearing to grow irritated with the conversation. “Look, when I see Delirious, I’ll bring it up to him, a’ight?”

None of the men noticed Adam Cole and The Young Bucks mingling nearby, with Nick and Matt sitting at a table and Adam standing beside them. And though he tried to focus on Nick speaking, Adam couldn’t help but eavesdrop on the conversation the others were having.

He hated that he heard Brenna’s name and immediately zeroed in on it. They weren’t friends anymore, that much he felt confident in saying. He hadn’t seen her in a month, when his birthday gift/peace offering had been thrown back in his face, resulting in yet another argument. At least she hadn’t punched him that time. But it had put yet another nail in the coffin of their friendship, and he was beginning to want it to closed altogether. Why should he keep trying to make things right when she obviously hated him? It wasn’t worth his time and effort. He hadn’t done anything wrong in letting her move on with her life.

But then why the hell couldn’t he just ignore her existence entirely? Why did hearing her name perk his ears?

“Sounds like Bren’s in a bad way,” Nick’s voice broke in to Adam’s thoughts, causing his eyes to cut towards the younger Buck.

“Huh?”

“Bren, sounds like she’s pretty sick,” Nick reiterated. Adam looked blankly back.

“So?”

“Man, c’mon,” Matt chided him. “You were totally listening to them talk about her just now. You didn’t hear anything we said.” Adam looked at them with what he hoped was an expressionless face, trying to play off the situation. “You gotta stop this, whatever it is, with her. She did nothing wrong to you, dude.”

“She literally punched me,” Adam flatly reminded them.

“Because you were being a dick,” Nick replied. Adam went to argue his side, but Nick held up his hand to stop him. “I know, OK? You think you’re justified in all this, but man…you’re just not. By this point, yea, you’ve both screwed up, big time. But it all started with you. Have you even tried to explain yourself to her?”

“Yes, I did,” he answered, smugly. “And all she did was get mad at me.”

“Did you get mad first? Or act like an arrogant ass the whole time?” Matt questioned, clearly knowing his groupmate.

“…not the whole time,” Adam defended himself.

“Look, you both obviously have unresolved issues. And you both need to resolve them,” Nick stated. “We spend way too much time in the same places for you guys to keep this up. Just…talk to her. And not like Adam Cole, the guy in the Bullet Club. Talk to her like Adam, her friend. Explain yourself to her. I know Bren, man, and she’s hurt and she’s mad. She just wants to know why you can’t be around her anymore. You had a good thing going when Evan was around, and she doesn’t get why you don’t now. I also know if you actually tell her everything, really talk to her, things will get better.”

“Do you think I care anymore? Honestly, it’s whatever at this point,” Adam stated, trying to be as dismissive about the subject as he could be.

“You’re a terrible liar,” Matt declared, his brother nodding in agreement.

The Bucks let the topic drop, instead talking about their matches for the night, and coming up with ideas. Adam was grateful, and tried to be engaged in the conversation. But in the back of his mind, the brothers’ words rested, not allowing him to fully focus elsewhere. This whole thing with Brenna was such a clusterfuck at this point, was it even worth trying to fix? He was doing just fine without her being a regular part of his life. Maybe it was time to…move on. Nick did have a point when he said they had to be around each other consistently, so maybe a truce was in order. But he had already tried to mend fences, and she hadn’t wanted that. So…it was, what it was. Right?

“Brenna,” the quiet voice cut in to your sleeping mind. You shifted on your makeshift bed, having put down a couple sweaters to soften the floor you were laying on, and an airplane pillow under you head.

“Bug, c’mon,” the voice requested again, a hand gently squeezing your arm. “Ya gotta wake up, kid.” You moved again, letting a tired groan escape your mouth. You squeezed your eyes shut tighter, before letting them crack open, finding Jay Briscoe crouched down in front of you. “Hey.”

“Hey,” you mumbled back, curling your body into itself, before stretching out your legs and then arms. You bent yourself as far back as you could, savoring the feeling of your muscles being pulled taught as you woke up. “What time is it?”

“Time for you to get up,” Jay answered, causing your eyes to narrow. “I promise, you’ve got time to get ready. To be the prettiest ring announcer in the whole world.”

“I have a match,” you replied, letting your limbs fall down on to the floor, sprawling yourself on your back.

“…ya don’t,” he responded. Instantly your head whipped over, your eyes meeting his. He looked at you sheepishly. “You’re not well, Bren. It wouldn’t be safe to for you to be in the ring tonight.”

“I’m well,” you argued through gritted teeth.

“OK, but no one believes that so…figured it would just be best to have you hosting tonight than wrestling,” Jay explained.

“And who’s idea was that?”

“…group decision,” he answered, apparently trying to protect himself and whoever else had been involved in the conversation. You glared at him, just knowing he had been the one to get the ball rolling on getting you taken out of your match. “Come on, Bren… You’re not OK. You practically fell over last night, and you’ve been asleep most of today. We just…don’t want anything to happen to you.”

“Don’t try to be sweet, I’m mad at you,” you replied, turning over onto your other side, so your back was facing him. You placed your hands under your cheek, pulling your knees towards your chest, sufficiently pouting. You knew in your heart Jay was just being your “big brother”, and trying to look out for you. But you also knew being a woman wrestler in ROH was a tough situation, and any match was a blessing to have. Getting taken out of one was a curse.

“Bren, c’mon,” he pleaded again with you, placing his hand lightly on your shoulder. You wanted to shrug it off, but were too tired to do so. “You’re still out there, still a part of the show. And I know you’d rather be wrestling but…it’s just not gonna be tonight, OK? You’re the fucking best woman on the roster, so you know next match will be yours no question.”

“You suck,” you grumbled, hating the sense he was making, and that you had no counter-argument. And you really hated that you knew this decision had already been finalized without your input.

“Love you too, kid,” Jay responded. “You OK to get up and ready?”

“I’m sick, not dying,” you stated plainly.

“A’ight, just checkin’,” he removed his hand from you. “I’ll see ya in a bit.”

“Yep,” you affirmed, your tone fairly irritated. You listened as Jay got up, and left the room, the door clicking shut behind him. You laid there for a few more moments, allowing yourself to come to terms with your adjusted role in the show for the night.

Slowly, you sat yourself up on the floor, feeling lightheaded still. It took some time, but you found yourself standing. You got yourself ready, taking your time to pull on a red-orange dress, that stopped about mid-thigh. It was form-fitting, though over the shoulders was a bunch of material hanging that was almost cape-like. A black belt accentuated your waist, and you slipped your black heels on your feet. You put your hair in a fishtail braid, laying over your shoulder, and completed your look with light makeup. You did your best to hide the bags under your eyes, give yourself some color, and overall make yourself look more alive than dead.

Exiting the locker room, you came upon the buzz of activity that usually happened for an ROH show. People were coming and going constantly, setting up this and that, confirming everyone knew their place, and nothing would happen that would cause problems. You sluggishly made your way through the hallway to the production office, hoping to find out the match line-up for the night and your part in it. You were barely spared a glance as papers were handed to you, and you slipped back out of the office without a second thought.

As you meandered through the hallway, hoping to find a place to sit and read through the papers, you felt your body getting warm, and almost sweaty. Clammy. Another fucking hot flash, really? You had your fair share of them the last few days, usually leading up to you vomiting. The backstage suddenly felt suffocating, overwhelming, and you ducked out the first door you saw that led to the outside.

The cool night air was a welcome feeling to you, as you found yourself in the back parking lot of the arena. You wished you had a coat or sweatshirt so you could sit down without having your dress get dirty. Instead, you settled for leaning back against the door, hoping no one tried to come through it. Closing your eyes, you took in a small breath, attempting to relax your body in to some semblance of steadiness. You felt like shit. You swallowed, trying to keep the nausea at bay. You stood as still as possible in hopes of keeping your stomach contained.

Unfortunately, it seemed to be for naught, as you felt yourself ready to wretch. You scampered to the edge of the building, preferring to be sick out of sight. Your body heaved, in an attempt at expelling your stomach contents, which unfortunately for you was basically nothing. You found yourself just heaving, eventually spitting up a minor amount of stomach fluid and spit, and not much else. You hurt, with tears leaking from your eyes at the actions your body was forcing you to endure. After a handful of lurches, which resulted in nothing but more pain in your abdomen, and messed up make-up, you felt that the sick spell was over. You wished you had tissues to wipe at your eyes and cheeks, and water to rinse out your mouth. And a soft bed to lay down in.

“Brenna?”

Oh...no. No no no. Please. No. Not now. Not now, universe, I can’t. I already feel like shit enough. Don’t add to this.

“Hey, are you…no, you’re not OK, but…”

“I am OK,” you cut off his rambling voice, which was coming from somewhere behind you.

“You’re not,” he argued, his tone stiff. “…do you want me to get Jay?”

“I’m a big girl, I can handle myself,” you retorted, refusing to be the damsel in distress he seemingly saw you as, despite the fact that you were leaning against a brick wall, probably looking like a disaster. You stood up straight, reaching up to wipe fingers beneath your eyes, blindly attempting to fix your makeup. You sniffled, and took in a shallow breath.

“Bren…”

“Go away, Adam,” you sighed.

It was a few seconds before you heard him walk away, the door opening and closing after him. At the close, you let yourself sag back against the side of the building. You felt exhausted, unsteady, unwell. You hated being like this, and hated even more that others were seeing you in such a state. But your drive to always be the workhorse and reliable had overridden that, and brought you to the ROH show tonight. You had no one to blame but yourself.

A minute or so later, you heard the door opening again. You tried to make yourself tiny against the wall, hoping whoever it was wouldn’t realize you were standing in the shadows. Your hopes were dashed quickly however as footsteps came closer to you.

“Here.” You would have had a more shocked reaction when you realized Adam was holding out a bottle to you, but you were just too fatigued. It appeared to be a yellow Gatorade, and after a moment of hesitance, you reached out to accept it. He stood to the side of you, a good foot between the both of you.

You cracked open the bottle, taking a swig, which you swished around in your mouth before spitting it out on the ground around the corner. So ladylike. You took another sip after that, gingerly, scared of putting anything in your body at this point.

“Thanks,” you whispered, the ingrained manners in you taking over. You took another small drink from the bottle, before capping it, not wanting to test fate. You lifted your head, finally looking at the man nearby. He was dressed in black dress pants and shoes, a black dress shirt unbuttoned and hanging open over a black t-shirt. His hair was pulled back in his signature messy bun, higher up on his head than low to his neck. He was looking at you, almost sadly, definitely pitifully.

“How rough do I look?” You asked, trying to lighten the situation.

“I’ve seen you worse,” was his answer, his eyes calm as he looked you over. “Why are you here, Bren? You’re sick.”

“I’ve been worse,” you replied, using his words against him. He didn’t seem to react to your answer, continuing to just look at you, assessing you. You hated that you were still leaning against the wall, physically unable to do more. You didn’t want to be weak in front of him, of all people. An involuntary shiver went through your body, the night air now too cold as your hot flash and vomiting episode had passed. You wished you weren’t ill, that you were able to just stride away from him, head held high. Instead, he was seeing you vulnerable, physically downtrodden, and overall pathetic.

“I think you need to get inside,” he stated.

“…I’m good here,” you argued, and even you knew it was a weak response, done just for the sake of disagreeing with him. You expected him to say more, debate you further on the matter. What you didn’t expect was him slipping off his dress shirt, and placing it over your shoulders.

“Put that on at least,” he directed, his tone leaving no room for dispute. You set down the Gatorade bottle less than gracefully, and balanced yourself inches from the wall as you slipped your arms in to the shirt, adjusting the material of your dress within its confines. You secured two of the buttons in the middle section to keep it closed around yourself. Though it was light, it offered some barrier to the night air, and you welcomed the warmth it still contained from his body. Once it was on, you leaned your back against the building wall, facing towards him.

“Brenna, can you even walk right now?”

“Yes,” you answered quickly, trying to sound offended he even second-guessed such a thing. He leveled you with a disbelieving look, and you stared back stonily. “Adam, I’m fine.”

“…stop, Bren…just…stop,” he requested, sounding tired of your assertions and somewhat annoyed. “You’re not, you and I know it. And you should be anywhere but here right now.”

“I’m fine,” you repeated, though your voice had lost most of its strength. He stared at you more, and you stared back, trying to suppress another shiver that went through your body. You didn’t want to look as bad as your knew you were. This illness, stomach flu, whatever it was, was wreaking havoc on your body, but he didn’t need to know that. You didn’t want him to know that. You didn’t like him around you at your best, let alone at your worst. Only friends should be allowed in these moments, and he certainly wasn’t one of those.

“C’mere,” he said, shifting his right arm in a beckoning manner towards you. You stared at him blankly, confused and suspicious. “We both know you’re not going to go back inside so everyone can see you like this, and we both know you’re cold…so, come here.” He lifted his arm more, indicating he expected you to move to him.

You slightly appreciated that he said cold, and not weak.

You weren’t entirely sure why you did what he asked of you, but you did. You did know you were worn out, hurting, desperate to not feel so awful anymore. You slid from leaning on the wall, all but stumbling towards him. Once you were close enough, Adam put his arm around your shoulders, pulling you to his chest. He waited a moment, to make sure you didn’t change your mind, before putting his other arm around you, securing you in his embrace. He held you tight against his body, arms overlapping around your shoulders, his head light against the side of yours. You kept your arms curled in to yourself, between your bodies, as you let your forehead rest against his chest, closing your eyes.

You didn’t know what to make of the situation, and you were somewhat wary of it. Here was this man who had at one point been a genuine friend, who had then become someone you were distrustful and angry towards, but was now someone offering you comfort? None of it made sense. The last you had spoken to Adam, or rather argued with Adam, had resulted in him walking away from you. Again. Why did he want you near now? Why did he care at all about your well-being?

“You shouldn’t be here,” he stated, repeating his earlier thought, his voice quiet near your ear.

“I’ll live,” you replied.

“Will you?” Adam challenged. “You need rest, not to be on this show.”

“Stop trying to tell me what I need,” you demanded. It irked you that he thought he had any idea what was best of you, let alone that he had any say in your current matters. You knew you weren’t well right now, but it wasn’t like you were collapsing at every turn. And maybe he was somewhat right, you shouldn’t be at the show given your illness, but he didn’t have to know that. You were tough, you could make it.

“Listen to me…I get it, OK? I’ve worked sick before too. But there’s a difference between that, and when you aren’t even able to stand. This isn’t you just getting over something, you’re really sick, like right now. And you’re just making yourself worse by being here. Do you want this to be me and pneumonia all over again, but for you?”

“Why do you even care?”

“Why are you letting me hold you?”

“…because you’re surprisingly better than a brick wall,” you retorted.

“Well, gee, thanks,” Adam replied, his tone teasing. You couldn’t help but smile slightly at his response, a little surprised he hadn’t had a more aggravated reaction. Silence fell upon you both after the exchange. He adjusted his arms around you, lowering them so they were wrapped around the middle of your back, creating a more warm cocoon for you to be in.

“Please, be honest with me Bren…do you really think you can make it through the show tonight?”

You wanted to tell him you could, that you were a warrior that wouldn’t let some little stomach bug keep you from doing your job. You wanted to prove him wrong, let him see that you were self-sufficient, and he didn’t need to give a shit about you anymore. You wanted to be done with this entire situation. But you knew it would all be lies, and you were exhausted. And something in his voice, in his actions, tugged at you to be honest with him like he wanted.

“…no.”

“Alright,” he said, accepting your words without hesitation. “Then let’s find a way to get you back to the hotel.”

“Adam…”

“It’s not up for debate, Brenna,” he cut off your feeble objection. “Everyone’s worried about you, and you’re clearly not OK. You need to get out of here, and sleep somewhere that isn’t a locker room.”

Another protest was on the tip of your tongue, but you let it die there. You knew, you just somehow knew, he wasn’t going to let you win this one. And to be honest, part of you didn’t want to. The idea of getting to be out of this dress and heels, in sweatpants and in a warm bed…it sounded really, really good right now.

“Let me take you to Jay, OK?”

“…yea, alright,” you acquiesced. Adam released you from his embrace gently, and you immediately missed the warmth it had been giving you. You stood yourself up, and wobbled slightly in your shoes, having not had your entire weight upright in some time now.

“I got you,” Adam stated, sliding his arm around your waist, keeping you from stumbling again. He pulled you against his side, and your head fell to rest against his shoulder. You felt heavy, like your whole body was being pulled down extra hard by gravity. “We’ll go slow.”

Adam left his arm around you, keeping you on your feet, as the pair of you gradually made your way back in to the building. You could only imagine what people thought when they saw you both going down the hallway. You, wrapped in his dress shirt, tucked in to his side. He, an arm around your waist, holding you firmly. It was no secret among the locker room that you two weren’t on good terms, so the sight was probably confusing, to say the least.

“Yo, Bren, what happened?!” Apparently you weren’t going to have to go the locker room after all. Jay came upon you and Adam in the hallway, having been walking already in the direction towards you both, dressed in his ring gear.

“Same ol’, same ol’,” you answered, giving him a slight smile. “I’m fine, just probably need to go lay down.”

“She needs to be back at the hotel,” Adam countered your words. “She isn’t doing the show tonight.” Jay looked at Adam, his face displaying his confusion as to what you were doing with Adam to begin with, and why he was getting such a say in your business.

“And you decided this?” Jay questioned him, his tone giving away that he wasn’t happy Adam was calling the shots right now. You could feel Adam straighten next to you at the negative reply, as though he took it as some type of challenge.

“We decided this,” you cut in, before the brewing confrontation could really kick off. “I shouldn’t have come here. You were right Jay.” It was a moment later that Jay finally took his angry stare from Adam, and looked at you but with sympathy.

“Yea, I know,” he stated, making you roll your eyes. “Well, c’mon. We’ll get someone to take you back.” He reached out to you, and you untucked yourself from Adam, who loosened his arm to let you go, transferring yourself to Jay’s side. It didn’t go unnoticed by you how Jay pulled you as close as possible once you were within reach, as if shielding you from Adam.

“I got her,” Jay stated, dismissing Adam, who in response held his hands up in an innocent manner in front of himself

“Just helping out,” he explained, before turning his gaze to you. “Get some sleep Brenna.”

“Adam…” You considered him, suddenly at a loss for words. It was just now becoming clear to you how caring he was being towards you, how gentle and concerned his actions had been tonight. In your sick haze you hadn’t realized until now that, despite whatever anger and hate he had towards you, it didn’t matter to him when he saw how unwell you truly were. This was the Adam you had known for years, but had lost in previous months. This was the person you had called friend once upon a time, and not foe has you had recently. This was the Adam you wanted back in your life full-time.

“Rest, Bren,” he repeated, not allowing you time to gather your thoughts enough to say more to him. And with a curt nod towards Jay, he walked off down the hallway.

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codyh412 · 6 years ago

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I'm not perfect without you

It's sad that I care for so many people I've met in my lifetime and forgave some over and over because I knew where the path led too. And no matter how many times some of you have hurt me I found a way to forgive. Sometimes we need that one piece of missing information to completely change our opinion on things. It's not everyone's fault for growing into the number 666 because it's all around us. We've grown into deception and misunderstanding. It's not false information it's just that you were misinformed by the people you thought you can trust. I tried so hard to make so many friends in school, just to have my whole hometown turn their back on me and ridicule me. Of course they have no idea how dangerous that was and I had to cut them off altogether for their own safety. To be so misinformed that you're incompetent of your actions behind a computer screen. And not aware of the lifestyle I was living and the capabilities of the people who cared for me so deeply that violence against social media users made sense. Fuck no I don't condone violence, but remember that God made it possible for such events to be triggered in our hearts and minds. We must learn what true love is from the actions of others and understand that any act of violence in my name or cause is something I don't want to be a part of. We are all together, it's not just me in this alone anymore guys. And btw my family has a special family crest emblem. My uncle has it. Look up the family crest and you'll see a big horse head with red paint behind it. Also my Fellowship has it's headquarters right here in Carlsbad? My great grandfather's and families home town is here in Carlsbad. Hmmmm???

It really is all a coincidence. Anyways I like how I hear a voice from the sky get so happy to tell me a certain someone was thinking about me right when she woke up. Then 20 minutes later maybe it was 30 she texted me to let me know we are gonna have fun hanging out all day again. Maybe kick it for the 3 days I'm in her town. After that I probably won't see her again :/ Ya never know though, it isn't the first time I bet we've both said something like that. And how are people going to try and act on impulse by causing harm and violence towards me when they haven't met me? Would they want the same done to them? I'm helping so many people so sorry that your beliefs got you and others fucking no where but a prison cell or casket. Like wtf people, this is a new philosophy on how to behave. Did I say that properly? Lol it's called Aetherism. The opposite of being Athiest but they are accepted and fitted into my way of living your life. And it makes all religion, spirituality, tool book whatever correct.

Go ahead and try to make it your own after I type this, of course there's a trap in everything I say so anyone using it the wrong way is easily considered misinformed without realization of their own foolishness. So please don't waste people's illusion of spacetime. It's your reality though person reading this. Who the fuck am I to tell YOU what book leads to the right path? No one understands your struggle and questions burning to be answered. The thing is though we need these books to find our own unique path to be United. Some people have a hard time imagining things and need these stories of a great hero or amazing ability to never give up so they can get looking for answers on how to better their moral and values. It's about building purpose in life that you accept as your reality, and multiple religions might be needed for this. OR if your reality is so fucking baller your name is on a gold star then don't choose any religion and atheism was your path right? Just remember that there are a lot of things we can bring with us in death. Loyalty, Determination, leadership, honesty, integrity, Assertiveness, Rationality, Connection, communication, Empathy, love, Creativity, and so many other things can be unlocked once you realize you ain't shit even with a bunch of shit. And if you are shit well then wtf how do we stop being shit? By being your own unique shit different from all the others in a class and league of it's own. Did I lose a lot of you? Be yourself that is no one else except the person who can say wow I've been through so much with so many people and no matter what happened it's ok cause I made it here today. And I'm blessed to be human and still have my eternity in the afterlife to make whatever other changes I want to my personality and beliefs.

Yes if you think about it then you will realize you can think your way out of the 2D realm of darkness, consciousness, and conversation. Some of my Spirits come from the Etheric Plane of this Hell to help us by their horrible cognitive tests. The first is shame and paranoia, getting used to being comfortable something or someone is following you. Like perhaps a Spirit??

They'll make fun of you in the shower, pissing, any little button that can put you down will be said by them. So how do you make it go away? It's fucking amazing how women do it, and yea it's sexy for the few times I've seen it.

You females already know how to respond to such comments made by uncleansed spirits with your bat shit crazy mind games you do. They are all of low consciousness and mainly drive, fear, shame, rejection manifestations of frequency into our Universe. A simple "hey nice try bud, but I'm too busy being myself to have you try and control me" actually works on some. Sounds fucking gay and lame to say but that thing will keep trying to bring you down. Just remind it that you are way too busy being human and loving it for you to consider such an entity. Even if you don't mean the words, just constantly saying them so something will leave you alone is a key to making it more of a reality. The Law of Attraction.

P.s. also any religious book that isn't even written yet is correct if it helps someone in the future find moral or a better understanding. As long as it's that truth that drives us to do good for others having a hard then things aren't that bad for us. A fucking picture drawn 200 years in the future will be considered truth or Wisdom if it honestly helps ya find such precious gems. One day your value might be waged on all of this, some of us can see your wickedness in your Aura ya know.

P.s.s wow I looked online and our real family crest isn't on the internet. Wtf guys? The wooden Emblem my uncle has is way different than the online shit. Fuck the internet for taking this away from me. I'll post pictures of all the symbols on the emblem.

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lazytacomoon-blog · 7 years ago

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What is the best Health Insurance in vancouver ? What is the best Health Insurance in vancouver? I m an international student planning to stay here in vancouver for the next 5 years. just want to know from people who live here and from there experience what is the best Health Insurance? thank you guys for help :) cheers Can I put my boyfriend on my insurance? I work full time in a dental office so I obviously have great dental insurance. He has health insurance but no dental insurance and cannot afford to pay for treatment himself. Is there any way I could put him on my insurance so he can receive dental care? I live in Georgia, if that matters. How much does it cost to have a baby without insurance? First, don t worry, I have wonderful insurance so me and my baby will be just fine. But, today in one of my college classes we were talking about medical costs without insurance and it got me thinking.... how much would we have to pay for prenatal care, hospital bills, and doctor s fees if I was not covered by insurance (from conception to delivery)? Anyone know? Banking and finance or insurance and risk management? I ve been admitted to a university and now I ve an option between two bachelors degree, banking and finance or insurance and risk management. I m really confused, what do you think is a better degree to pursue in terms of future scope. thanks Classic car insurance from a 17 year old? less than a grand (VW Beetle)? Hi all, Im 17 a VW enthusiast and just passed my driving test. I m not saying im going to be any different to the statistics but im not a racer at all, lack of experience is still an issue though Guys preimiems are double girls and yet i think its possible to get insurance ive heard of people who have just wonder from which company? Im after insurance for a VW type 1 1300 beetle or a VW split screen camper for a 17 year old. As anyone who has tried getting a quote for a 17 year old boy its going to be 800 for cheap 1L car, 900 for a 1.25L Fiesta or 1,400 for a 1.4L Zetec. So im after insurance for less than 1000 has anyone manged it for a classic car? and where? The RAC quoted 1,100 and then went to ask about it and then they refused had several quote for a 1.6L beetle (due to age and slowness) of 1,400 but would like under a 1000 How much did you pay for your motorhome tires? i am curious about the cost of tires on the different types of motorhomes? i am also curious about the cost of insurance? routine maintenance? and whatever else may be important in the cost of ownership between a class A and a class C motorhome? Is Long Term Care insurance worth it for a 35 year old in good health? I m having major surgery (jaw surgery) in August of 2015. If there are any complications and I am unable to work, would this cover it? Good car and renters insurance companies? I m in the process of getting a car and plan on moving to the Berlin area of New Hampshire this summer so i m looking for a car insurance company that also offers renters insurance so that, when i move, i can bundle the two and try and get a bit of a discount. I m just wondering if anyone knows any good companies (hoping to stay reasonably priced but it s my first car and i m a newer driver) with offices in the Berlin area and offices in the Cape Ann area of Mass (where I am currently) that offer a car and renters bundle and have treated treated you well. I d prefer fist hand opinions and experiences with companies. Which auto insurance companies offer road side assistance and what exactly do they cover? Which auto insurance companies offer road side assistance and what exactly do they cover? Personal Health Care Insurance ? Personal Health Care Insurance ? Which is the Best and Cheapest Term Insurance Policy? am 32 years old. I would like to know the following 1. Which are the companies which provide the best quotes for Term Insurance? Are the quotes for these companies available online? 2. How much Term Insurance Coverage you 3. How many years should I take cover for - is maximum duration really beneficial 4. Are the Private Sector Companies reliable? How are we protected if one of them collapses tomorrow? Or should we go for only LIC and SBI? Car insurance was cancelled on me, can I fight against this? so basically my car had tinted windows and when i renewed my policy i wasn t given the option to write on about car modifications. So, I wrote to Direct Line to explain this to them and they wrote back saying they were cancelling my policy as tinted windows made me impossible to insure (obviously...). so now I m stuck ticking the yes box for my insurance renewal this year for having insurance cancelled in the past. this is sending the premium up sky high. Is there anything I can do about this, surely it isn t fair on me? and also are there any companies that don t ask about past cancelled insurances??? Am I eligible for the good student discount for auto insurance if I m a part-time student? I have the grades (3.0+), but I m not a part-time student. I live in California, am I still eligible for the good student discount? Can my insurance company deny my car claim based on my credit report? My car got stolen and progressive sent me paperwork to sign that asked to pull my credit, have access to bank statements, phone records etc. If I have some delinquent items on my credit; can my claim get denied? Can I refuse to sign? I feel it s intrusive and I don t want them to have all that info or base my claim on bad credit history.Besides, I d rather my car be found. Help! Primerica life insurance help!!!? ok well i was currently covered under Primerica untill Febuary, when i was terminated due to non payment. What are the steps that Primerica takes to reinstate a policy. Insurance giving a joke of a offer? I had a wreck on July 18- I was driving my MNLs car & it was not my fault!! I was hurt, full body spring, concussion with memory issues, whiplash & some disc issues in my neck ( I already have back issues with Fibro & lower back-shoulder muscle deter) & flared it up!!! I went to ER & was told this , but sent home to see a DR the next day! I didnt have the money !! I got close to $20,000 in medical fees ! I spent 4 weeks in such bad pain on the coach, had to get help with my kids & I am a free lance artist & lost income from a fall art show ( that I cant show) The insurance at fault tried to claim fraud & went into seragancie ?? No one talked to me!!! One insurance took care of my MNL & then the original took it back After 9 weeks I am finally speaking with adjuster who wants to give me $ 20,000 in a trust for med bills & $2k (2,000) for me being put out This does not seem correct!!! https://www.linkedin.com/pulse/dispute-car-insurance-claim-estimate-tiny-paint-mark-hamilton/

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