#Going out to the bus and riding the bus and walking in the city. Theres so many strangers and the busses are packed i hate it

[mrfoox]

Ok having a less good day after so long and I feel like such a failure lmao

[brucewaynehater101]

I typically go with Romantic which is just. So *oof*. Also, I can just picture it now. Dick asks Tim why he thought this was a good idea at all, why he didn't call someone for a ride and Tim simply replies, "I've been getting back to Gothem on my own like this for years. No need to bother you guys." and before he can even continue theres a chorus of "you aren't a bother" and "what the fuck do you mean?!"

Tim just takes a deep breath and says, "I've been getting back to Gothem on my own since before I was Robin so it was never a Robin or Batman issue, it's always been a Tim Drake thing." of course Bruce demands to know what Tim means by "getting back to Gothem on his own" and he just sighs as he sits on some grain, biting the bullet to just get it over with as he says, "sometimes when I went on trips with my parents they would get into arguments and leave in separate cars. And both of them would think the other one took me with them. And I always showed up at home safe and sound a few days later so they never really questioned it. Ha, first time was actually at a Gala in New York. I remember they were fighting about what dig site to go to and that night Mom got on a flight to Siberia while Dad got on a flight to The Congo. I snuck my little nine year old self onto a gray hound bus and rode it all the way to Gothem and then walked back to the manor."

Tim goes on to tell them about other times, somewhere between venting about his trauma and reminiscing about times he looks back on fondly. The fight that left him in Panama Beach when he was 11, the one that left him in Denver when he was 13, just 3 weeks before he became Robin, the one when he was 15 and was abandoned in Atlanta, the time when they left him somewhere in *Canada* and the time he was left in *Mexico City* when he was 14. He even laughs about having to sneak onto a cargo ship when his parents left him in Paris, France when he was 16. He comments that that one was actually a few weeks after he healed from the Titans Tower fight. Bruce and Jason are both totally not having a near panic attack about that last one.

Tim is living his life and forgetting that what he went through is probably fucked up. If it happened to another kid, he'd label that as criminal neglect. For himself? Meh.

(I know this is possible because, as someone who's been praised for being smart, I can be so fucking dumb. After explaining to my therapist that I've had anxiety attacks several years before and get anxious in social situations, I was shocked when she told me I had anxiety. Fucking dumb of me, but I bet Tim makes similar mistakes).

Just Tim vibing over all the "good times" he had and forgetting that it's fucked up his parents did that. He probably also felt really proud of himself for figuring it out. He was able to solve his issues and navigate complicated problems (like crossing borders without a passport) all by himself! Isn't that so cool!

The poor batfam is having heart attack after heart attack hearing all of this. It's another aspect of Tim that gets added to the piles of "things he hid from us without meaning to" and "why digging up the Drakes to revive and kill them again is a good idea" (Damian and Steph mainly are the ones to propose the second option).

I love the examples you proposed! Tim really was vibing

[sirpeppersto]

omg i didnt even tell you guys about a very serendipitous thing that happened last saturday. so bf and i took the bus to the next town over to hang out with one of his friends, and we decided to head back around 4:45 i think? and for some reason the bus thats supposed to take us back to the city stops running at 3:30 on saturdays....makes no sense but okay. and his friend doesnt have a car so theres licherally nothing we can do aside from walk like 3 miles to a bus stop that will at least take us vaguely near bf's house. so him and i start walking, thankfully it was only like 75 degrees out. and him and i are talking abt whatever and we're walking by a parking lot and some guy yells "hey do you need a ride" at us, and my boyfriend turns and says something along the lines of "YOOO ITS BILL(my mom's boyfriend)" and so we got a ride home from bill. turns out he was doing instacart and thats a pretty good area for it, but he was already planning on going home when he picked us up. so it was just a very nice coincidence that he was driving home while we were trying to find any bus that could take us to the city lol. shout out to my guy bill

[caluski]

soon enough it will be may and i will find myself drawing mercy drawings for his birthday again and i will come out on the balcony at 5 am to look at the sunrise. cafes and bars and restaurants are opening their gardens and theres hugo spritz and lemonade espresso in the seasonal menu again. im sitting with the nape of my neck warm from the sun. coffee from the vending machine stays hot forever. i close my eyes riding the bus with its windows open as the wind is blowing in my face. i close my eyes walking home at 2 am making bets with my drunk self that i can walk straight for 10 meters. swing seats are warm and dry and it feels so good to feel the wind underneath my tshirt. i sit on the grass again. i sit on the grass again. i sit on the concrete stairs leading wherever, i sit by the city fountain, i sit on the park bench. i buy a drink in a can so it stays cool. i need to cut my hair, i need to cut my hair, i need to cut my hair, it feels so good to let wind play with my hair. i go to the farmers market and eat half the fruits i bought before i get home

[quitealotofsodapop]

Continuation of this post (https://www.tumblr.com/quitealotofsodapop/715712158334353408/the-community-centre-route-of-stardew-valley-has?source=share) as a serious au idea:

The Valley off Route 66

Lightning McQueen is an up-and-coming stockcar racer who’s just made it into the Piston Cup by the skin of his teeth. However due to falling on a hard times with poor investments, Lighting is forced to find accomidation for the racing season in his old home turf of Calico Desert off Route 66. His cousin Sandy is a bit annoyed by his recklessness, but agrees to let him crash on her place inbetween races.

However, after a desert joyride gone bad, he finds himself serving community service in both Pelican Town and Radiator Springs. During his sentencing; it’s discovered that Lightning is the sole inheritor of the balmy farmland nestled between both the desert rest-stop and the seaside village.

Lightning is annoyed by the sudden wave of responsibility.

Now he’s forced to repair the road in Radiator Springs, while cleaning up the old Community Centre in Pelican Town, and try to make sense of the plot of land his grandfather forgot to mention to him, AND try and make it through his Piston Cup races with a barebones team.

Specifc character/world-building details under the Read More

Locations:

Goes without saying that this is a Human au of Cars (2006).

Radiator Springs and Pelican Town have had a rivarly spanning years due to their respective hard times. The only reason there isn’t all out fighting is because theres nearly an hour of walking between towns.

Both towns share a lot of traditions and celebrations. Lightning gets dragged to the Flower Dance when it comes around in May.

Pelican Town is a geographical anomaly since it cuts into the ocean via an estuary of the Colorado River.

Flo’s diner is the most popular for breakfasts and casual dining. The Stardrop Saloon is where people congreate for drinking.

Characters:

Lightning also has to pick up shifts cleaning the library/museum in Pelican Town as part of his Community Service. He ends up donating “a bunch of junk” he finds buried on the farm, including lost books.

Lightning has *zero* clue how to keep up the farm. Mater and a few other townsfolk have to step in to show him how it works.

Lightning, accidentally at first, revitialises both towns; whether through encouraging Raditor Springs to retake their hometown pride, or by appeasing “the weird pixies” (Junimos) at the Pelican Town community centre.

Lightning has accidentally proposed to Mater under Stardew Valley traditions after giving him “a weird seashell” he found on the beach. Mater was flustered, and a little disappointed that Lightning missed the significance.

Sebastian is one of the few people who understands Lightning’s distatse for the rural setting, and his need for speed. The two go riding when nobody’s looking, motorcycle and stock car respectively.

Mater is the main mechanic between both towns, and is desperately trying to repair the town Bus - but is lacking the parts to do so.

Sally was an attorney in Zuzu City before having a emotional breakdown, stranding herself in the middle of Calico Desert where the residents of Radiator Springs took her in.

Doc is still the Hudson Hornet. He immediately recognises Lightning as a racer due to the rookie still being dressed in his uniform. Doctor Harvey is the only other person on both towns who knows his secret.

[thetangibleghost]

dream i had after going back to sleep at 7:00 am. woke up at 7:15 " they just didn't want you cause your nervous"

Six people around a table in a mess hall. They are meeting because of a BDSM thing, they are all I to slave play. They decide to go around the table and introduce them selves, explain a little about how they are into the kink. Person one knows the main character. 

Theres a box of bones that someone at another table takes one of them gives back.

The main character has to go take a train somewhere. She boards the upper deck instead of the lower deck for somereason. When she boarded the train the seats up top are all taken. Right before she goes down one of the security guards stops her and asks if she has a dress. She said only the dress she is wearing. The security guard is in a long dress she says something like " a nice dress. With a city print or something. Usually if passengers have a dress they'll put it here" and gentrues to the luggage area. The main character is in a short green dress. She goes down stairs.

The people in the train begin to tease her about being too sensitive or something. She finds a spot to sit and one of them follows and sits next to her. There's someone she knows sitting a few isles behind. 

The girl says the main character has an "odd hope" or a it was some long word. But hope. She continues to tease. The main character is sort of laughing along but it's occasionally jabbing back. The girl mentions a story that is popular wherever they are (France? For some reason is where I thought lol) about a flying pig to drinks himself to death and falls out of the sky or something. She says that the pig is like the main character because he is full of hope and that's why he dies. The main character says that that story is supposed to be a warning against alcoholism and the girl had a bad teacher. They don't say much for a second. The main character says something along the lines of "so you dislike me because I'm "soft" and I'm too "sensitive" yet your the one that's gotten more offended by things I've said this train ride. 

They get off the train and there's a small group heading towards the same area. I guess they're in school now? They're walking as a group to some museum. The teasing girl the main character and a younger girl are all walking together. They pass a bus and the main character swears she sees a kangaroo in it, she tells the other two starting with that she saw it and then ending with that it must have been some sort of optical illusion by the time she finishes the sentence. They're nearing the front doors and have to start to funnel in. The main character noticed something on the teasers face. It looks like blood but she ignores it at first. They get in side the building and the teaser reaches up to touch her face, the main character at this point also feels something on her face. Out side the teacher screams. 

The main character rushed out and sees a smear of blood where she had last saw the younger girl. Or like a spray? Or. Idk. The main character starts to sob in horror and covers her mouth. She thinks about how the people on the train said she was soft, and if the teasing girl is crying. She doesn't think they are.

When I woke up I heard someone say "they just didn't want you cause your nervous"

[koskimakiforsberg]

Its wednesday night, july, the heatwaves been and gone, its back to gray skies and humid rain, the heat may return in late august or it may be another year till we see the sun again. For two unbearable weeks, the city comes to a standstill, heat so wet you can taste it in the air, the mix of water particles in the air, sweat and grease creates a foul smelling cocktail, dressed with petrol fumes and the everpresent stench of piss and rubbish that seems unbudgeable even in the coldest months. Heat here is unbearable, the sun is hardly present for it hidden under a duvet of industrial clouds, the buildings retain the heat, cooking us alive within their thick stone, lobsters being boiled in their own shells, only redder. I remember a train ride, wall to wall bodies, sticky, blotchy, the colour of curdled milk, perhaps it was the dense soggy heat bubble on the carriage or the pure exhaustion of having finished one job only to be venturing to another, but on that midsummer day, i passed out on public transport in the midday sun.

Its been 24hrs since I was last at work. I'm twitchy, uncomfortable, and can't seem to sit still. Days off are easy, see your friends, read a book, smoke…a lot. It's the nights. When you train your body to withstand a certain level of labour, you become accustomed to a push of adrenaline at the same time most people begin to wind down. I can't sleep like I used to, I pass out, its the only way i know, by either physical or mental exhaustion. Once upon a time, i worked 52 hours a week, twelve hours a shift, night shift. Now i cant seem to handle three days on without having some obtuse side affect to my sleep. When i worked night shift at the warehouse, it was easy, ewe were a team, pushing and building boxes, shovelling shit into containers, wrapping and lifting, moving shit around, then before you know it, its 9am and you’re headed to the bus stop. Now, its just me. Theres no team, theres no boxes, no shit shovelling, just me and toad dressed up a prince aka my glass cleaner with dishwasher soap pumped into it. I work around 14 hours a day, the skin tends to peel off my fingers when the days are too humid, which is often, my back has an untieable knot, my hands crack when i move them and my feet could be mistaken for a man twice my age’s. I used to handle two jobs i can barely function doing the three shifts i do know, ive been sapped of stamina, of care and of any semblance of work ethic, i cut, i mice, i peel, i scrub, i rinse and i go home. The walk to the bus stop, fifteen minutes away feels as if my ankles are seconds away from rolling away down the hill, leaving me with stubs to collapse and bleed into the gravel pavement in front of the hordes and crowds rushing to find the cheapest drink, the quickest high, and the loudest music. Sometimes i can only dream of being swallowed up, consumed by the people passing by, to be taken away to wherever their waves take me, i unfortunately, will always end up at my bus stop waiting for a service that may or may not turn up. The use of personal pronouns make it sound as if this my story, but the experiences i speak of are shared amongst all my peers, coworkers, old friends, neighbours.

My mother talks of her generation migrating to London, the only place with jobs, a flood of glaswegians, headed toward one of the biggest cities in the world to find any semblance of a job, now my generation could only dream of that choice, we can barely afford to live in our own city, nevermind a place like that, we’re goldfish stuck, turning in the same cramped bowl, forced to swallow the same shit day in and day out. Minimum wage joy suckers are our only option, no matter the talent or prowess, the ability or the drive, we all end up bending over backwards serving, cooking or cleaning for the general public.

I dont believe in playing the victim, self pity was booted out of my repertoire pretty soon after my first shift scrubbing dishes for 16 hours, but i do believe in the truth. Thats what this is, the truth. A frank telling of the exploitative, mind numbing, capitalist hellscape of modern hospitality. What may have been an industry driven by love and passion for eating and drinking is now a mainstay of our patriarchal late stage capitalist orwellian nightmare world.

[mmeowmmeowonao3]

Cowboy and the Dough puncher

teenage cowboy agent whiskey x cook m!reader

3 fic ive ever made, english 3rd language,hotel trivago

disclaimer. i am not a cowboy

also catch the mib ref

You take a summer job as a helper at a chuckwagon, theres a cowboy with a dark hat you meet on the first night.

Will friendship bloom or will he stay as stiff and closed off as he is?

Night one

Chapter one

June 1992 Seymour, Texas 

The bus ride was bumpy, inside it was stuffy and hot but you had never been happier to be in these conditions, because it meant that you would be able to get away from the city and actually see the stars, which had been a wish of yours ever since you could remember.  

You packed away your things all while the bus was pulling to the side of a quiet intersection. 

The bus stop sign coming into the view of your window was dirty and defaced, there was a red truck splattered with mud parked next to it, two men leaned on its hood, one an older man with a clean, cream colored Stetson and the other a much younger one with a dark dirt stained hat. 

You got up and walked through the cramped space between the empty seats, down to the front, thanked the bus driver and exited the dingy bus, welcoming the fresh evening summer air with a deep breath. 

It felt good to stretch your legs, your sneakers felt foreign when the blood started rushing to your feet, you stepped towards the two men, thinking about what exactly you'd say to make a good impression. 

But the younger man cut you to the chase “you're the help? “He sounded disappointed, but you didn’t want to pick a fight on you first hour of your summer job so you held your tounge and replied, “yes”  

He didn’t look too bad, brown short curls, traces of a faint mustache, dirty blue jeans that went over his cowboy boots and a red and blue striped pearl snap shirt. 

The older man spoke “now don’t be rude to the boy, he might just spit in your chow” he shook his head. “fine” the one with the black hat answered “names jack, this is Harold, done, now let's hit the road, I haven't caught a wink of sleep all of last night” he said the last part while opening the passenger side door of the truck." don't mind him ducky, Hes a bit down in the mouth because he expected a woman to step outta the bus" Harold added as he turned to walk to the driver's side. 

“well, that’s just charming isn't it" you spoke to yourself. 

The drive back was quiet and awkward, at least the ac was on. That’s the only good thing you could say about it. These next four months were going to be as boring as watching paint dry. 

When you finally did arrive at the ranch, it was almost midnight and the stars were in view, not satellites or darkness, actual stars. You gawked at them, looking up not paying attention to anything other than them, you bumped into jack “oh, I'm sorry” he looked at you funny and walked away not offering you another word. 

Harold spoke up “don't mind him ace, he'll lighten up” 

“yea” you started “so I wanted to ask- when am I meant to get up? And how exactly will this work? I didn’t really catch all the details when I was on the phone" you continued on. 

“You worry too much tex- you get up at four to help me prep the chow an ingredients for the next day, then we get going at four again the next mornin” harold stated as he walked towards the farm house. 

You didn’t move a muscle- four in the morning? you second guessed what you heard, maybe a summer job helping cook at a chuckwagon wasn’t such a good idea, I mean working as a sous chef you had to get up early but- never this damn early- 

”You thinking about spending the night out here slick?” the much older man interrupted your thoughts. 

“huh?” you felt completely disoriented” Oh no I was just-” you began but harold interrupted you  

“don't like the hours kid?” you hesitated to answer but opened your mouth to speak, but the man spoke up again “c'mon I don’t wanna stay out here all night” you gave up trying to form words and walked beside him. 

The accommodation wasn’t too bad, a carpeted room with a single window on the second floor, with a twin sized bed and a closet, nothing fancy, not that you would have expected it. 

Instead of using your time for much needed sleep you instead took the chance to go out to the porch and watch the sky above you. It was a sight you'd never seen before, pitch black sky sprinkled with white dots everywhere, it made you sad to think theyd fade as the sun rose. 

You noticed jack trudging towards you, he was probably coming from the barn.  

He stopped next to you. 

“they're beautiful aren't they” you stated somberly. 

“what?" jack questioned. 

“The stars” you had replied. 

He looked up “yes, I guess they are” his eyes approaching yours “why? Never looked up before?” he teased. 

Everything quieted down for a moment, the crickets and mosquitos being the only thing heard at this moment. 

You decided to speak up “there's not a lot of reasons to look up in the city, you're always looking infront of you and being careful to not bump into someone” 

He didn’t seem to understand you “well you still need to watch your surroundings round here” you were disappointed “can't go round bumping into people” he added. 

You decided it would be better to talk about something he would understand “how long you been doing this?” 

“a while, I heard you were a gourmet chef?” he was curious. 

“no, I'm afraid you're down on your luck if that’s what you were hoping for, I am a good cook though- a sous chef" your reply puzzled him. 

“sous chef? I aint never heard of that” 

“it's like, head chef- sous chef- you know second in command?” 

“ohh” he finally understood something you said, you felt like you were talking in a foreign language, well more like they were, you didn’t understand most of their accent. 

You couldn’t think much to talk about “i like your hat” you told him. 

“thank you-uh- I don’t think I caught your name” he lifted the brim of his hat. 

“yea its-” 

“Jack!” a man called- probably in this early twenties, “you gonna help out?!” he shouted while hauling up an old tire. 

“ill talk to you later” he stated while running off toward the other man. 

Disappointed and defeated you got up from your chair, you knew you'd see the stars again, and it was time to sleep either way. 

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i will make entries that base on each week you spend with him/skip some boring ones.

@cainbutnotabel

[marmotish]

Your Duncan & Freyja arts and fic give me life

((Thank you anons!! 🌻🌻 ))

🎄👻 Duncan SQ 👻🎄

Part 4. The Reunion

((Slabs of text under the cut - sorry))

“A’right Casper, which way now?”

Duncan gives Freyja a crash course in how to keep a low profile and stay safe, and doesn’t stop until they reach City Hall. A lot of it common sense stuff, really, but she listens all the same. Now it’s her turn to be guided through the streets as Duncan moves ahead - not as confidently as she moved through her own city, but then again he hadn’t been there for about 10 years. No doubt some things had changed, some memories faded.

“Right, I reckon from here we should get a taxi.”

“A taxi? Can’t we just walk? Or catch a bus?”

“Theres no bus goes down that way. Taxi’s our best option, unless you’re looking to do an hour’s walk or more.”

“I’m fine walking and saving some money for accomodation, to be honest.”

Duncan snorted. “Saving money? You won’t be saving more than two pounds!”

“What? That cheap for a taxi?” Freyja was surprised, but agrees that it would be their best option.

She soon finds out why the fare is so cheap. She’s crammed into the back with 5 other passengers, all notions of personal space have been left at the kerbside. Her lap is essentially one passenger’s seat, and she is trying not to crush another passenger’s shopping bags. Duncan meanwhile is on the roof, ready to look out for landmarks which would then let him know where they needed to get off. While the taxi would not take them to his grandmother’s specific address, it would drop them off anywhere they wanted off the main road. He couldn’t remember exactly how to get to his grandmother’s house by heart, but he knew if he could recognise a building or landmark, he could then navigate his way there from that main road. He’d ridden this taxi numerous times as a child with his grandmother - surely it would come flooding back!

When a brightly painted mural catches his eye, he shouts aloud. “Here! Get off here!”

Freyja raps the dividing window as she’d seen other passengers do, and the driver pulls over promptly. She climbs awkwardly over a few people and near-stumbles out the door. After paying the driver, she follows Duncan beckoning her over to the other side of the road. Once both safe on the other side of the road, Duncan stops to think.

“A’right Casper, which way now?”

He doesn’t answer, instead looking down the road, and then the other way.

“Oi, come on. Look, you know the address right? Why don’t we just ask for directions?”

“No, no, I got it. It’s this way.”

Duncan flies ahead while Freyja maintains a brisk pace to keep up with him. They go a few blocks further up the road before going down a side street, then one or two more.

“So, what exactly are you planning to do when you see your gran?”

“I just want to see that she’s ok. I’m not looking for an emotional reunion.”

“Right, nothing you want her to know?”

“Not through you, thanks.”

“Do you want her to know you’re here? Am I going to talk to her?”

“JUST -” Duncan catches himself before he gets more irritated. “Let me do this my way, alright?”

Upon reaching his grandmother’s estate, he recognises where he is. He is so close. He picks up speed, looking for his grandmother’s house number. He finds her place, and before Freyja even reaches the front gate, he’s already flown through the front door. As Freyja approaches the front door, Duncan flies back through it, giving her a major body freeze.

“She’s not there.”

“Alright, what do you want to do now?”

“I know where she’s gone, we need to get another taxi. We need to go back to the main road.”

Freyja’s questions fall on deaf ears, but she follows him and hails a taxi, waiting for Duncan’s signal as to when to get off. They ride for a good stretch down the road before getting outside a cemetery.

Duncan turns and checks that Freyja’s following close behind. “come on, don’t mind them, just keep moving.”

Freyja slows her walking just a little as she passes a couple of armed soldiers, keeping Duncan within sight. He’s moving a little erratically, unsure about where exactly to go from here. Rather than loiter and attract attention from the nearby army observation post, Freyja moves along the path, noting the transition from ornate and quite expensive looking graves to simpler and newer plots. She keeps an eye on Duncan who is still darting around, evidently trying to find his grandmother. Turning her attention back to the graves, one in particular catches her eye. Her eyes widen, and she squats down to take a closer look. She tries to get Duncan’s attention with some kind of wave, but he doesn’t notice. Sighing, she makes a small tugging motion with her hand, having the desired effect of Duncan jerking back, having the sensation of someone tugging a string attached to his back.

He seems annoyed, but when he sees the expression on her face he flies back over.

“Look!”

In loving memory of my grandson, Duncan Ashe 1968- 1983

Duncan hovers over the modest little gravestone, looking utterly perplexed. “A grave here? But my parents, they got...”

They got what was left of him after the explosion. Buried in the family plot along with the rest of the Ashe family.

Both Duncan and Freyja stared at this little memorial stone, neither of them knowing what to say. They didn’t even notice that someone had been approaching them.

“Alright there?”

The voice brought the two travellers out of their reveries. Freyja looked mildly surprised to see an older woman of about 70 standing above her, umbrella in hand. Duncan on the other hand froze where he was, looking at the woman with an expression that Freyja had never seen him wear.

Well it had been 10 years since he’d seen her. She couldn’t blame him.

[xoxo-teddybear]

Oh, The Lies You Tell - Bakugou Katsuki - pt.7

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: angst, trauma, abuse, betrayal, fluff, slice of life, smut, cursing, manipulation, possible spoilers, physical harm, 18+

Ep. Warnings: Smut, Angsty, Cursing, 18+

Summary: Theres been some trouble in the journey to the competition and so class 1-A has to take a quick stop. Things get steamy for the hot couple but is Y/N regretting her decisions?

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6 Pt.7 Pt.8 Pt.9

When you opened your eyes, you took notice of the gorgeous stars that littered across the beautiful night sky. The sky itself was a mix of deep, dark, navy blue with hints of purple and white in the mix, creating a gorgeous scenery. The bus had drove far away from the city and its light pollution, giving you the best views you’ve ever scene. Speaking of views, when you turned away from the window, you saw Katsuki resting peacefully. You smiled softly with a warm glow on your face and cuddled in closer to him.

As the drive continued, you felt the bus jump, create a loud noise, and eventually slowed and stop. You looked around and noticed a few other students waking up, along with Aizawa. When he came back from checking on the front, he spoke to the class.

“Alright you rowdy bastards....WAKE UP!” He shouted into the megaphone that woke up every sleeping student, including Katsuki.

“GAH!” Bakugou screamed as he was awaken from his deep sleep. “Geez, your dad really had to break everybody’s eardrums?”

“Ew Suki, don’t call him that.” You laughed out as you both refocused your attention on Aizawa.

“So. There’s been a change of plans. The bus has broken down and we seem to be in the middle of nowhere so we’re gonna have to camp out for a little while. I just got off the phone with the competition advisors and they said they’ll postpone the event until we arrive. So everybody just get comfortable, we’re gonna be here for awhile. For now, can I get Y/N and Rumor up front.” He explained and demanded.

You got up from your seat and whistled for Rumor to follow. You made it up to the front to see him and asked him what he wanted.

“Yes?” You asked with your arms crossed and a tired look on your face.

“Take Rumor and scope the surrounding areas. Look for a place where we can stay and if you can’t find anything, just come back here. We’ll just camp out on the bus until we get some work done to the bus. I’ll call a repair company and see if they can send someone to help us with the bus. Be back here in 20 minutes MAX. Got it?” He said.

You only nodded as you went back to your seat to grab the earring to explain what was happening to the league. When you got there Bakugou asked what happened and demanded to go with you but you reassured him you’d be fine and then kissed him before walking off the bus. Bakugou, still uneasy about the whole thing, went up to Aizawa.

“Hey! Let me at least go with her just in case!” He demanded. Aizawa only rolled his eyes as the blonde before he spoke.

“Bakugou, Y/N is a very capable girl. If she runs into any trouble, she can handle it and if I was that trouble, I’d be the one running away from Y/N. And she has Rumor who can also fight and transform into any animal, mythical or real. They’ll be fine.” He explained.

“Yeah but-“

“Bakugou. I’m sure Y/N has told you about her past already, and so you know that her and Rumor have done pretty well on survival. They’ll be okay. Not get back to your seat.”

“But-“

“Now!”

Bakugou huffed as he reluctantly went back and slouched in his chair. Back with Y/N, she was riding on Rumor in his giant hawk form as they flew around. While in the air, she told the league what happened and said when she arrives at the competition, she’ll send her coordinates and then they can arrive.

As Y/N flown around, after about 15 minutes she found a motel not too far from the bus. She had Rumor turn around and make it back to the bus. When she arrived she noticed the students had all exited the bus and settled around a camp fire they set up nearby. She landed and the class all got excited at the cool sight of Rumor in a different form. Bakugou quickly ran to Y/N and hugged her after he had been worrying for so long.

“You okay? Are you hurt?!” He asked while checking you for any bruising or damaging.

“Suki, I’m fine don’t worry! I’m great actually. Aizawa!” You called out, grabbing your dad’s attention. “Found a motel. Right off of west end. Rumor can bring all of us in about 2 trips on his flying bison form.”

“Great. Then let’s go.” He replied. You laughed as you heard the boys of the Bakusquad get rowdy and excited at the news of another bison ride. The Bakusquad and dekusquad along with Momo and Jirou rode first. You made it there and had Rumor fly back to get the rest of the people including Aizawa and the bus driver.

When you made it back, Aizawa had gone to book everyone’s rooms and you and Bakugou hung out in the corner of the lobby away from everyone.

As you leaned against a wall waiting for the room keys, you took notice of how Bakugou was just smiling with his eyes closed and his hands behind his head as he sat in a lobby chair.

“What’s up with you smiley?” You laughed out as you sat on his lap. He chuckled as he finally opened his eyes to look at you.

“You telling me you don’t remember?” He questioned. You thought about it for a little bit but ultimately came to no answer.

“Remember what suki?” You asked, and Bakugou sat up straight with his hand wrapping around your waist as he got in your face.

“You promised me the next time we get in a bed, you would let me have my way with you. And would you look at that. We’re in a motel, where there are beds, and we all have our own rooms with at least 1 partner.” He explained happily.

“Aha, nice try Suki, but Aizawa definitely wouldn’t let me sleep in a room with a guy let alone someone who is my boyfriend. I’m gonna get paired up with...I think Jirou.” You said with a confident smile.

“Right, and I’m getting paired up with Denki and won’t you look at that, Denki and Jirou are dating! I’m pretty sure Ears wouldn’t mind switching with me so I could spend time with my girlfriend while she gets to hang with her own boyfriend.” He smirked. You realized he was right and your smile dropped as you quickly got up from his lap.

“Nervous? I thought I was the virgin.” He teased. You rolled your eyes at his comment. You weren’t nervous to have sex......you were nervous because this time it was with a guy you love...and that guy was Katsuki Bakugou. He radiates big dick energy.

“Um..no,” you pouted with side eye.

“You hesitated,” he smiled.

“NO I DIDNT!” Bakugou just chuckled at your cute behaviour before he stood up and pecked your cheek.

“Don’t worry princess. I’ll treat you real good. Promise,” he whispered in your ear. The sound of his husky voice went right in between your legs and you could already feel yourself growing wet and becoming a puddle right underneath him. Except you weren’t even underneath him and he didn’t even touch you. The power he holds is....stupid. But, you finally snapped outta your little bitch phase and played his game.

“Fine then,” you said and proceeded to wrap your arms around his neck and whisper in his ear, “better not disappoint...daddy.” You playfully said and walked away with a smirk leaving Bakugou with an open and shocked smile as he watched you go.

Aizawa called everyone over to grab their keys.

“Alright. Boys and Girls will not share any rooms and the opposite gender is not allowed in the other’s room after 10 o’clock,” Aizawa began to call out names and finally got to the end. “Y/N and Jirou, and Bakugou and Kaminari.”

Bakugou looked at Kaminari with devil eyes and growled at him as he tilted his head towards Jirou. Kaminari shook in his place and quickly ran to his girlfriend.

“H-Hey babe! Wanna trade with Bakugou so we can share a room together?” Jirou looked at her terrified boyfriend with a raised brow in confusion.

“Are you okay Denk-“

“PLEASE! PLEASE TRADE WITH THAT DEMON!” Kaminari begged. Jirou and Y/N looked towards Bakugou and then towards Aizawa.

“Okay Jirou, since he’s this scared of Katsuki, I’ll stay with him and you can stay with Denki. Don’t worry about Aizawa, everything will be fine.” Y/N said.

“You sure?” Jirou questioned.

“Mhm! Besides, what kinda girl wouldn’t wanna spend more time with her boyfriend?” You said rhetorically and walked away to Katsuki. “Let’s go, Love.”

“Yes M’am.” Bakugou said as he followed you while looking around to make sure no one noticed. You both walked but remained silent. It wasn’t an awkward silence, more like you both were too excited for what was to come. When you and Bakugou finally arrived at your room, you put the key in as Bakugou continued to be on lookout. When you opened the door, Bakugou pushed you in and shut the door and locked it.

He pulled you in before you could turn around and gave you a hot kiss. His hands roamed your body until they eventually reached your ass to give it a firm squeeze and nice smack. You gasped at the feeling and Bakugou quickly slid his tongue in. Your tongues glided across each other as you tugged at Bakugou’s hair. You swear, if you didn’t know him and this was just a one-night, you would think he’s already had experience. Bakugou separated from your lips the slightest bit just to tell you to “jump.”

You wrapped your legs around him as he carried you to the bed and placed you down. He continued the kiss and unbuttoned your school top and removed your tie. You did the same to him as he groped your chest, massaging the plump flesh through your lace bra. He pulled off your skirt and then discarded his own pants and went to kiss your neck.

You moaned at the feeling of his tongue as he sucked on patch after patch leaving purple marks that would definitely show in the morning. While on your neck he removed your bra and panties and his hands quickly went to feel your exposed body. He backed away to stare at the sight of you. He bit his lip as he took notice of your breast and naked body.

“Perfect,” he whispered to himself as he stared and touched. You giggled at his compliment and pulled him in for a few pecks before flipping him over and straddling his lap as he sat up. “Yes Princess?”

“I promised you a good first time. Let me keep my word, Suki.” You smiled at him as he did the same to you.

“Fine then. Show me a good time.” He smirked at you and tilted his head back on the headboard. You smirked and pulled down his boxers to reveal his giant length. It stood erect with an angry red tip that was begging to be satisfied. You stared at it in awe. You already knew he was big..but this size was ridiculous. Not only had he had a long length, he was thick too. Extremely girthy. Bakugou smirked as he realized you were too distracted with his size that you didn’t continue anything.

“Hey Princess, you gonna stare or suck?” He asked with a grin. You gave him a little “hmph,” as your hand went right to his tip, using your thumb to rub around his slit. He groaned and sighed at the feeling of your tiny hands on him as you noticed his little blush adorn his face.

“You doing okay Katsuki?” You asked with sass as you pumped his cock, causing him to loudly gasp at the change of speed and pleasure.

“F-Fuck...this is nothing Princess,” he seethed out. You tilted your head and smirked as you went down to kiss his tip. You kissed his length up and down as you felt him shake at the feeling. Once you reached the bottom, you licked his shaft up to the top causing him to moan. You finally took his tip in your mouth and swirled your tongue around him. You swallowed his pre-cum and finally went down on him, taking as much you could.

“O-Oh fuck! Shit..shit baby,” he said as his hand went to your head and he threw his head back. You bobbed your head up and down and gagged on his dick, making music that was perfect to Bakugou. You used your hand to pump whatever you couldn’t fit in your mouth and soon felt Bakugou thrusting his hips up the slightest bit. You moaned as his dick sat in your throat causing vibrations to consume his entire length.

“Fuck-fuck!” Bakugou said and his hand on your head moved you up and down, controlling the speed of your movements. You moaned louder as tear puddles began to fill your eyes. Your hands, no longer needed to pump the rest of his cock, went to fondle his balls as he groaned louder.

“Shit...suck my dick just like that Princess. Mm..you want me to blow my load right down your throat! Wanna taste my cum?” He teased. You moaned even more in agreement as you took control again and began to speed up even more.

“Ohh! God! I’m close! I’m so close baby...mm I’m gonna cum down your throat! OH FUCK! I’m gonna cum!” Bakugou screamed out and soon you felt his warm seed shoot down your throat. You tasted his cum all over your tongue and savored the salty-sweet flavor. “You like that? Mm, you like the way daddy taste on your tongue?”

You pulled of him as he quickly went to pump his own cock to bring it back to life.

“Open,” he demanded and noticed all the cum sitting in your mouth. He smirked at the sight and then spoke, “swallow it.”

You smirked as you shut your mouth and swallowed it all. You opened your mouth to show him it was all gone and he smiled as he bit his lip.

“Happy?” You asked while getting close to his face.

“Very.” He smirked as you both went in for another kiss. You straddled him once more and he aligned himself up with your entrance. You felt his tip slide across your cunt and you moaned in his mouth.

“Excited?” Bakugou said with a grin.

“Please Katsuki, please just fuck me!” You breathed out. He smiled against your lips as he slammed you down on his cock.

“FUCK!” You cried out with your head thrown back as Bakugou admired the sight. You weren’t even prepped so you were tighter than ever as your pussy swallowed him whole. You bounced on his cock as you cried and moaned. He grabbed a hold of your ass as he smacked it from time to time.

“Shit baby...yeah bounce on that cock. You like it? Like having a giant dick deep inside your pretty little pussy?” He said with a deep voice.

“Yess Suki. Mm, fuck me just like that!” You cried out. Bakugou wrapped his arms around your waist and placed his feet flat on the bed as he lifted you up and down while he thrusted his hips up into you. The speed and strength of his thrust threw you into a haze.

“Oh my goddd! Yes Katsuki! Y-yes! So big..f-fuck!” Your hands went around his neck so you could support yourself as Katsuki’s thrusts never stopped. “Oh fuck daddy I’m gonna cum!”

“Yeah? Gonna cum? Spill it on my cock so daddy can fill you up!” He demanded.

“Yes! Yes! Yessss! Shit! Katsuki..Katsuki! Don’t stop! YES!” You screamed as you came and spilled it all over his cock. Katsuki didn’t stop though. He continued till he came and he came hard.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...ARGH!!” Katsuki shouted as he spilled his load deep inside you. He moaned out as his warm cum filled up your womb. He fucked himself through both your orgasms and he finally slowed down. You were still sitting on his dick as a mix of both your releases spilled out of you and onto the bed. You both settled as you both came down from your highs, however you both didn’t separate. Katsuki still released groans and broken sighs as he relished in the feeling of his first time.

You were exhausted but you wanted to take control. You weren’t the virgin, but Katsuki made you look like the newbie. You had to be the last one standing. As Katsuki laid against the head board still moaning softly, you placed your hands on his shoulders and began to bounce again.

Katsuki’s head snapped up as he realized what you were doing and he already came twice. This was his first time and if you kept going, he would feel his third high approaching soon.

“N-No! No baby! P-lease! Please it’s too much! AH FUCK! Ohh god! S’too sensitive,” he cried out as he sobbed in overstimulation. He felt euphoric but it was too much for his first time.

“Oh c’mon daddy, you got this. I want you to fill my pussy one more time. Please?” You said with a sweet seductive voice. Bakugou looked at you with pleading eyes as they filled with little tears due to the immense pleasure.

“I- I can’t princess! Fuck it’s too much!” He argued. You only smirked and encouraged him to pull through as you continued your bouncing. Bakugou continued to blab out moans and cried as his mouth hung open. He let out sobs of euphoria as he shook. You went in to kiss him and this time your tongue dominated as Katsuki became a total sub beneath you. Bakugou moaned into the kiss sharply before he pulled away.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum! Babyy! ....Fuck!” He cried out.

“Cum inside me Katsuki, fill me up please,” you begged. You bounced harder until Katsuki’s body stilled as his cum filled you up just like you asked.

“Fuuuuucckkk, shit....hah....mmm,” he moaned as he finished. Your legs shook from the feeling as you both were now officially done with Katsuki’s first time. After a minute to catch your breaths, you pulled off his cock and cuddled into Katsuki as he weakly wrapped his arms around you. You both were still breathing heavily but you had smiles on your faces as your minds were in a daze. A fuzzy aura surrounded you both as you finally settled. Katsuki pecked your forehead before he spoke.

“That was amazing.” He sighed out with closed, satisfied eyes. You giggled at his reaction as you smiled at him.

“Definitely.” He smiled down at you as he covered you both in the blanket and tucked you guys in. He planned on getting some rest and you went to follow as he hugged you close. You rested on his chest and you both relaxed in silence. Soon enough, you noticed Katsuki had fallen asleep and you smiled as you messed with his soft hair. You looked at the time and saw it was 11:47. Soon would be time for the competition.

You frowned and your eyes went wide. You just took Katsuki’s virginity. And tomorrow, you would be the reason the league would attack his school, his friends, his idols and teachers, and other schools. You sat up from his chest and you covered your mouth with both hands to hide your sobs. Katsuki remained asleep after he exhausted his energy, and didn’t wake up. You were thankful for that but tears fell as you dropped your head down and cried.

How could you do this to him? He loved you. He wanted you to be his first. He put his all in you and you’re paying him back like this! Granted, you loved him too, but you would have to break his heart in the end.

“I’m so sorry....I’m so sorry Katsuki.” You said and fell to his chest, silently crying. Katsuki still didn’t wake up, too deep in his sleep to be aware of anything. He couldn’t hear your quiet sobs or feel your hot tears as they fell on his sculpted chest. That night, you cried yourself to sleep again. Out of all the things you could’ve done, this was the worst. Your tear stained cheeks rested against Katsuki’s chest as you drifted off into slumber, fearful and anxious of the upcoming events.

“I’m sorry...”

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You both woke up that morning, one completely engulfed in blissful happiness and one filled up with an anxious feeling. Bakugou smiled as he looked down at you, completely nude and covered in his markings. He could definitely get used to that feeling of pride he felt when he saw you adorned in...well, him.

After a few minutes of cuddling, you both decided it was time to get ready. You both took a shower together and you tried to laugh as much as you could, but you couldn’t help but let a few moments of fear and sadness slip out. As you got dressed and made your way to the lobby to meet with everyone again, Bakugou took notice of your behavior.

“Princess? You feeling okay?” He asked. You looked at him with worried eyes but your mouth covered it up.

“Mhm! I’m okay, Suki. Don’t worry.” You said. Bakugou didn’t believe it and even though he didn’t know what it was, his mind thought the worst and thought I had something to do with him.

“Umm..was it me? Do you...regret what happened last night?” He asked. You looked up at him in shock and you started to realizing a pattern. Bakugou always thought it was his fault whenever you were upset, and that just made your heart ache.

“Suki, you never upset me at all. I don’t regret anything with you, especially not last night. It was the best night of my life and being with you is the best decision I’ve ever made. Stop blaming yourself, okay hero?” You reassured him. He smiled at your words and appreciated them, but he knew you were still upset about something and weren’t telling him.

“If you’re upset about something, you can talk to me...okay?” He offered.

“I know. That you for that.” You said. He pulled you in for a comforting hug and you sighed in relief as you welcomed his touch. You hugged him back much tighter than usual.

“I love you,” he whispered softly in your ear as he held you. Your eyes almost filled with tears but you fought them.

“I love you more.”

—

Back on the bus, the people of UA continued their journey to the competition. Each second inched you closer and closer to what could possibly be the end of the UA you’ve come to love. Somebody, something, is going to encounter something bad. They’ll either go missing...or worse. And it’ll be your fault. You thought about the friends you’ve made, the new father you’ve acquired, and the amazing relationship with Bakugou that you’ve been blessed with. Everything’s about to change.

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Meeting and Dating Sticks

(My gif)(requested by anonymous)

- As a kid, you spent ever summer visiting your grandma and grandpas farm. It was the highlight of your year but there was something there that you wished you could avoid... Sticks.

- Ever since you were little the farmhands son would harass you, always trying to scare you, tease you, push you around. He infuriated you growing up and was the one thing you couldn’t stand about visiting your grandparents.

- He was also one of the first things that came to mind when your parents asked if you’d be willing to stay with them for a while as they packed up your old house. You’d be moving to the countryside not too far away from the farm as soon as they sold it.

- You figured that Sticks had to have grown up by then, you hadn’t seen him for over a year and who were you to turn down staying with your grandparents. You were... partly right.

- Stanley and Sticks picked you up from the bus station allowing you to get your first good look at the country boy “all grown up”. He’d gotten handsome was your first thought but the sentiment was lost the instant he opened his mouth.

“So the city slicker returns.”

- Immediately, you knew this prolonged visit wasnt going to be as peaceful as you thought it would. During your car ride, Sticks was relatively calm but after you got to the farm and were done settling in...the games began.

- Throughout the week, you were met with pranks, teasing, and all different annoyances. It seemed like Sticks genuinely just enjoyed seeing you get all worked up, and boy did you hate him for it. The thing you wanted most in the world was to wipe that smile off his face. But then things changed, well, not completely.

- It was a normal day, you’d been wandering around the farm trying to find something to do when you heard something in the barn. You figured something had fell over so you went inside to pick it up and maybe hang out in the straw for a while. When you went inside there was nothing seemingly out of place so you just went about hopping on the straw and exploring the bales.

- That was when Sticks popped out, scaring you half to death and laughing loudly as you shrieked. You yelled at him angrily, pushing him down while also managing to take yourself with him as you lost your footing. You ended up halfway on top of him and half poked by the straw.

- His laughter calmed as you realized his hands were on your sides, catching you before you crashed onto him. He didn’t seem all too fazed, aggravatingly content with your current situation. You quickly stumbled your way up and out of the barn, your cheeks burning hot as you made your escape.

- It was with abject horror that you realized you were falling for him. Slowly but surely you were noticing the redeemable qualities about him and disgusting yourself with those very same thoughts. Although you had to admit, he’d dialed down his pranks after the barn incident. You weren’t sure what it meant but you hoped it was good.

- Every now and again you’d catch his eyes on you, it felt as though he knew your secret and it bothered you to no end but you couldn’t risk confronting him. You couldn’t let him have a chance at embarrassing you even further. So you let him watch you and minded your business, keeping your distance as you tried to forget what your mind was pushing you to think about.

- It was a week or so later, you were walking by the cornfield when all of a sudden you were pulled in through the stalks. You shrieked but immediately clamped your mouth shut as you saw who it was. Guess who. He grinned even as you slapped his chest.

“What was that for!” You yelped, adjusting yourself as your heart attempted to slow itself down.

“I wanted to show you something.” He told you.

“And scare me half to death.” You glared

“Oh, don’t be a baby,” he scoffed amusedly. “Close your eyes.”

“Then how will I see what you want to show me.” You rebutted.

“Just close them, alright?” He said and you could have sworn he was nervous.

- So you closed them and waited. You were about to open them again to ask what he was trying to pull when something warm pressed against your lips. Your eyes flashed open as he quickly pulled away, watching you warily as he awaited your response. You weren’t sure what to say so you said nothing and began to walk down the trail between the corn.

- He called after you, hightailing it to catch up. Once he was at your side he apologized for everything, even the kiss, awkwardly stuttering his way through a confession of his feelings as you continued to walk. He pleaded with you not to tell anyone, telling you again that he was “real sorry for even trying”.

“Don’t be,” you finally said, taking a glance at him before hesitantly kissing his cheek and disappearing through the corn. You didn’t see it but the instant you were gone he jumped around, hidden behind the stalks with a massive grin on his face.

- Your first actual date was in the barn, he surprised you with a little set up in the loft. A soft blanket, food, music playing through a busted up radio; you had to admit, it was adorable. The two of you shared a real kiss and just like that the city slicker and the country boy were an item.

- You probably keep your relationship a secret from your parents and grandparents for a little while. You aren’t sure how they’ll react so you figure you’ll just see what happens between you two first, no sense making waves when you aren’t gonna surf.

- Theres not a lot of pda in your relationship mostly because he doesn’t want to get in trouble with your folks.

- He probably really likes cuddling but refuses to admit it because he’s a tough farm boy.

- Comparing accents and what you call things when you’re bored.

- He’s a fan of metal bands so you spend a lot of your time listening to them yourself.

- Every now and again he’ll ask you to help him cut his hair. You’ll sit on his bathroom sink and trim it while he rests his head in your lap.

- Sitting next to him for meals and secretly, purposefully brushing each other’s hands when passing food. Once in a while he’ll reach over and hold your hand under the table.

- Sticks kind of grew up differently than most kids. Where others were allowed to just be kids, he had to be grown up and much more responsible. Because of that, you’ll sometimes catch him acting like your father, telling you to do, or not to do, this or that.

- He’s always willing to help but usually teases that you owe him whenever he does.

- Anytime you walk away his eyes follow you until you’re out of view. Sometimes it’s subtle glances, other times not so much.

- Sharing looks with each other when things get weird.

- Accepting his father and his odd sayings wholeheartedly.

- His dad loves you almost as much as he does, platonically of course.

- Old habits die hard, right? He still likes scaring you but definitely doesn’t do it quite as much as he used to. He also likes telling you scary stories rather than trying to jumpscare you all the time.

- A part of him likes telling you ghost stories because they put you on edge and let him be your knight in shining armor, holding you close whenever you actually get scared.

- You’ve gotten used to his teasing by now so his incessant need to “occasionally” make your blood boil doesn’t affect you too much anymore.

- Teasingly stealing his gloves or hat when he’s not looking in retaliation.

- Resting in the straw together, you can’t remember how many times the two of you have fallen asleep in the barn.

- Whenever you’re ready to leave he tenderly picks pieces of it out of your hair, giving you a little smile as you peck him on the lips in return.

- Helping him with his pranks if they seem harmless enough.

- Occasionally helping him with his work so that he doesn’t kill himself trying to do everything by himself.

- Sometimes when you visit him while he’s working he’ll just start explaining what he’s doing or how something works. You never knew you could learn so much from just deciding to see your boyfriend.

- Kissing in the corn fields.

- Sneaking into his house late at night.

- Always stands behind your chair whenever you’re sitting. He does it so much that it feels weird not having his presence behind you whenever you’re somewhere without him.

- He always stands up for you no matter who he’s defending you from.

- He’s very protective, always keeping an eye on you or keeping you close. Whenever you’re encountering something he doesn’t like he’ll keep you behind him so that he can defend you if need be.

- Hes really good at comforting you whenever you’re worried, sad or scared; more so when he isn’t the direct cause of it.

- Eating pie together.

- Watching the stars or clouds (depending on the time of day). You lay your head against his arm as the two of you lie on your backs in one of the many open fields around the farm.

- Going on long walks together.

- Your grandparents probably don’t like the idea of you going off on your own so they made a rule that if you want to go somewhere in town you need to bring Sticks along completely unaware of the irony.

- Piggy back rides.

- Really likes getting kisses on the cheek. There’s just something so nice about it especially if you just do it out of nowhere.

- He probably still, jokingly, calls you “city slicker” but when he’s actually trying to use a pet name he’ll just say hon, darlin, missy or some kind of name that means something in your relationship.

- He probably built you a tire swing at some point so the two of you visit that and play around on it when he isn’t working.

- He likes listening to you read or talk while he does menial tasks. It makes his day a little less boring and let’s him appreciate how nice your voice is.

- He picks you little wild flowers he finds while working. Sometimes they end up a little wilted before he can give them to you but you appreciate the gesture.

- It’s pretty easy to get him worked up so fights happen... I wouldn’t say often but certainly not rarely. He’ll raise his voice but never quite yells at you, he just can’t bring himself to do it no matter how mad he gets in the moment.

- It doesn’t take long for the two of you to make up. Most of your fights are petty arguments just...louder. You’ll both apologize and hug and that will be the end of it.

- Sticks isn’t a very jealous person but he has his moments. Whenever he does get jealous the main reason behind it is his own insecurities. He can’t help but think it would be easier for you to date anyone but him. You wouldn’t have to deal with evil scarecrows or strange dads or dumb farmboys that don’t even work on their own farm.

- You always reassure him that you don’t want anyone else but him. He’s the only farmboy, the only boy at all, that you could ever love.

- He likes you, the real you, odd quirks and all. In fact, he finds the strange things about you kind of endearing in a way. It gives him more to learn about you and love.

- Even though he doesn’t say it very often, he really does love you. He never realized someone could make him as happy as you do. You really changed his life for the better.

[obikenobi91]

Do you Consent to Stormwind city Watch rp?

For awhile I’ve been debating on whether I would make this post or not. However after recent interactions, I needed to have some clarity for myself. If you are roleplaying in Moonguard or Wrymrest Accord, chances are you have ran into the guild known as The Stormwind City Watch. They are a millitary based guild, who rp as the Stormwind guard.  At first they don’t seem to bad, thats until you get to know them more. 

Do you consent to Stormwind City guard interaction 

For starters when they ask you for consent to interact with them, what they really are saying. “You have to abide to our rules, and how we roleplay from here on out.” A good while back when I was role playing with some friends, one of them was being held by blade point. So my character decided to defend them. With consent from the bad guy, me and another friend broke them. When City guard got involved. They kept asking me if consent to arrest. OOC I asked them why they wanted to arrest me. 

They kept trying to get me to consent  “Either accept arrest, or this situation didn’t happen.” So right when I decided to say “fine arrest me. Their response. “We don’t want to anymore.” When it comes to roleplay, everyone has their own taste in how they go about it. Yet when it comes to the Stormwind City guard, if you don’t do what they want, they just ignore your IC actions. This is what I call forced role play. Don’t worry I’ll touch up on that soon. 

Always know where interactions are happening

There has been one instance, when my friends and I where tracking a friend in westfall in a cave, and suddenly right behind me “Do you consent to Stormwind City Watch interaction?” We all told them no sense that was straight up metagaming. The person ironically that called them here got mad and left the event, because we wouldn’t allow them to just magically know where we are. This is as metagaming as it gets. Oh someone told you OOC that we are in this location. Yeah that's not how these things work. Now keep the word Metagaming close to ya, because in a bit I’m going to show you how hypocritical they can be. 

They bring realism into a MMORPG.

 Lets say you are riding on your horse, or you have your pet out as you are a hunter, now picture them just walking up to you saying “Do you have permits for that animal?” That’s right, even when you try to escape from real life burdens, the Stormwind City Watch will be sure to bring it into the game. Lets say you play a half orc human race. “You will need to go to the city hall for getting citizenship.” Roleplay isn’t so we can face what we are going thru in a day to day basis in the real world. We play world of warcraft to escape for awhile. The Stormwind City Watch is notorious for making sure realism is part of the experience.

They give you Ultimatums

Remember when I said the word “Consent.” Is what they take pride in, its honestly their Slogan. Now lets say you have broken the rules to many times IC. They will now want to execute your character. Now now, isn’t that something that should be left up the person playing the character???? Well with the Stormwind City Guard will give you two options, either accept death, or be exiled from the Stormwind completly. Doesn’t this all seem a bit forced, well they don’t care, when you say you consent to their roleplay, you do as your told. If you try to resist arrest, or try fighting back, they will just stop the rp all together, and do something they seem to love doing alot. Retcon!!!

They love making up accusations

I’m going to share with you some screenshots of a friend, who I personally don’t have a problem with, they like to go with dark roleplay, and honestly thats what make certain interactions interesting. When I was part of the Stormwind City watch group, they started sharing this screenshot. 

 When I saw it, I was a bit confused. I didn’t take the person who played this character to say such things. Sure they liked dark roleplay, but to say something like this just seemed wrong. When I asked one of the higher ups if they said that. They just nodded and said “Oh yeah, they said it.” It was one of the reasons they Dned him to begin with. Well turns out this was a fake post, someone copied one of his characters names, and whispered that to a friend of theres. I’ll leave a link right here if you want to see their post on exposing them for trying to frame him. https://niserysrethowyn.tumblr.com/post/619961383685144576/niserys-rethowyn-fake-screenshot

They will target you, and make others turn on you.

I had some major repercussion for defending my friend. It wasn’t very long for them to find out which characters I played a couple months back. Ever sense I tried to be careful on how I named my characters. So I wouldn’t be attacked by them, however low and behold they find out I’m playing a Kul Tiran. So what happens when I tried role playing with others, trying to join in, the one known as Morrowgrove said “I have one of your alts DNE, and don’t consider you to be here.”  I ignored them, and tried to role play with the others, however, one of them said this to me. 

A few things, I never metagame, and if I realized that I was I own up to it, or if someone calls me out vice versa. I hate Metagaming, but this was the only thing That the Stormwind City Watch apparently has on me. I have friends who I have corrected that where metagaming in roleplay. 

But now The Stormwind City watch is trying to rally everyone against me. So when I vented and posted one of these screenshots in guild chat, this is how the guild leader treated me.

At first I didn’t want to share the screenshots with them, because I feared they would just use the screenshots against me. However she was acting like she was vouching for me. So I gave the screenshots to them, and this was their final response to me. Mind you I have never had a problem with this guild I was recently in. 

They blocked me, then sure enough my pally that I have in their guild was kicked from the guild. Not because I continusly broke their rules, are was being a total jerk, and treated others unfairly, I was kicked based off what the Stormwind city watch and anyone else who had influence has shared with them. It hurt when this happened, because its as if they where just seeking to ruin the experience for me, by making others that I had no problem with choose to be on their side. Once again, the experience is ruined for me because The stormwind City Watch doesn’t care about ruining the experience for one person, they will go out of their way to let others to not interact with you, all because they lie and say that I metagame. 

 https://thalsianiii.tumblr.com/post/624918513087397888#notes

In closing

When people come to roleplay in Wow they do it to escape. Its meant to be enjoyed with others, but when you are forcing the way others play when you are around them, this can make it very unpleasant, especially when you try having full control of the whole situation, at that point I’d say you are a godmodder. The Stormwind City Watch doesn’t mind throwing people under the bus when they see fit, nor do they care about peoples reputations around others, and will go as far to make up lies about you. It’ll be awhile till I feel comfortable with rping again, sense people like them enjoy ruining the interactions for others. But I hope if you are feeling as an outcast like me, and feel as if some are just trying to ruin the experience for you, remember thats just shows you the actual character they are in real life. Understand you matter, and so do the characters you create. Till next time, I HAVE THE HIGH GROUND!!!!

[mwagneto]

hi! idk if i’m assuming wrong but did you mention you visited england by yourself? like did you actually travel by yourself? i’m asking only bc there’s a possibility i might be going abroad by myself and i’ve never travelled anywhere alone. do you have any tips??? bc i am lowkey kind of stressed lol but cancelling the trip now would i wouldn’t get my money back and i don’t really want that to happen

Yeah I went to London alll on my own, first time traveling abroad alone it was scary as fuck sfjjdfn but my luck was that this was the 4th (5th) time I went there and the 2nd (3rd) time I went this year so I was pretty well acquainted

Umm a lot of things depend on where you're flying from, where you're staying etc so here's some general tips coz idk specifics:

Keep all your valuable stuff in a fanny pack. I know I know but listen - wear it under your clothes, put your money, cards and other documents in it, completely thief proof

I stayed in a hostel sharing a room with 8 other ppl so I bought a closeable drawer and only carried the necessities whenever I went out

I always fly to Luton airport, that's the cheapest, and then take easybus into London, you can get a ticket from 4 to 6 quid, overall I spent, like, 110 pounds to get from the Budapest airport to Victoria station which imo is a VERY good price

Don't eat fast food, it's insanely expensive, especially shit like KFC. I don't go to McDonald's but I guess that's cheaper, but what I can recommend is small cafés - I personally go to the regency for Rocketman reasons but also because their food is cheap, good and very filling - a meal at KFC cost me 12 quid and it was so oily I threw it all up, meanwhile a plate of chips, (really good) meat and a mug of hot chocolate cost me around 6 pounds?? And I wasn't hungry at all for the rest of the day

In fact except for that one KFC day I just ate once at the regency and didn't need any other meals the entire day

Get an oyster card - it's the cheapest option if you want to get around using public transport (still crazy expensive but that's England for you)

If you're not in a hurry, take the bus and go to the top, it's amazing for sightseeing

The bus is cheaper than the tube but you have to pay for every single bus ride, meanwhile going into the tube will pretty much get you anywhere and you'll only have to pay once. Meaning you gotta kinda math it out but tbh I tend to not give a fuck, rush hour is also insane and calling it an hour is generous since it lasts all day, I just hate the tube it's so much walking and theres so many people and- yeah take the bus

Every journey will cost you money, however once you used over 7 pounds off your oyster card it'll stop charging you for the day

London has zones - zone 1 is the middle of the city, zone 2 is a bit farther etc. The higher the zone number is, the more expensive the fare will be. If you plan on straying far from the center, I recommend checking what zone you're going to do you don't accidentally zero your card

Google maps is a lifesaver

I'd recommend you take a backpack, not a suitcase - waaaay easier to travel with

Idk what airline you're flying with or how many bags they permit (I recommend only ever traveling with on board luggage, our baggage got lost way too many times so I learned my lesson) but I suggest you get a small backpack you can put in your bigger luggage that you can use to put stuff in when you go out. I keep everything in my pockets but I know most people prefer to carry a backpack around so yeah

Since idk your specifics I'm not sure what else to tell you, if you have any questions at all feel free to ask

[unknown-hq]

Hi all! Here is an update about the goings on for the Festival starting this weekend.  Once again, if you would like your character to miss all or some of the event, you just need to fill out an ‘Event Time Off’ form which you can find here! 

As always, travel, hotel, food, etc. will be provided by and paid for by Unknown Events. While everyone will be staying at the hotels mentioned below, we did not set up roommates this time around.  Rooming is up to your character or their management team or however you want to plot it out! 

If you would like to make an activity or mini-event for people to optionally attend on their days off, just send us and ask and we will add it to the schedule.  Everything below is mandatory unless you will out the form to miss part of some of the event. 

Thursday 12/26 - Friday 12/27: Fly to Seoul, South Korea & check into your hotel - The Oakwood Premier Coex Center, Seoul

Your characters may start their travels whenever suits them best so up to you when they leave for Seoul.  Some people like to rp the realistic amount of travel and others speed it up - we’re perfectly ok with you doing whichever works best for you and your character. 

Saturday 12/28 - Monday 12/30: Sand & Snow Festival Seoul at Seoul Olympic Stadium 

This is not a pure concert festival.  While musicians will play a show on one of the three days, there will also be panels, Q&A’s, party with celebs, meet & greets, sponsored parties, etc.  Think of it like attending Coachella where celebs not performing are still spotlighted and do interviews about the events. We are open to adding events in that you would like to collaborate with other members- for example if your character would like to do a fashion show for their clothing line and have one of the bands play the music during the show,  vloggers & e-gammers and actors teaming up to do a skit or comedy show (ie. Captain Marvel plays The Sims 100 Baby Challenge or Aria Stark reacts to Clickbait… idk im not paid for this…) If you have any ideas, let us know and we will add them to the events list! 

Tuesday 12/31: New Years Eve Rave at Suwon World Cup Stadium

Everyone is invited to attend the NYE Rave as guest.  However, if you would like your character to hold a one hour DJ set that evening, just send us an ask! Any character no matter their job or fame level can have a set so don’t let that hold you back. You can post a few songs from your setlist too.  If you don’t want to have a set, you will attend the event as a guest and party all night long.  Everyone that works for Unknown Events will have All Access credentials so they may go backstage, to the VIP box seats, and use their pass to get free drinks and food. 

**There will be Unknown Event only charter busses to take you from the hotel in Seoul to the Suwon World Cup Stadium.  That means you can preparty on the way there with all your friends and sleep on the way back. 

Wednesday 1/1: Day off to explore

The day is in your hands. You may stay in Seoul or travel to nearby attractions. You can use your day to visit museums, shop the malls, visit a spa, hike the Bukhansan national park... Or get a little quirky and head to a raccoon cafe, good luck toast shop, or even hop on the train to Imsil to a Cheese Theme Park.  You’ll be given cash from Unknown Events to cover travel and food for the day.  

Thursday 1/2: Travel Day fly from Seoul to Busan - stay at Lotte Hotel Busan

Hop on an Unknown Events chartered plane and head over to Busan.  The flight isn’t too long so spend the rest of the day exploring and having your own adventure. You will check into your new hotel and have the evening to enjoy the pool, spa, and walk around, take a night cruise, or head to the observatory for lovely views of the lights and stars. 

Friday 1/3 - Sunday 1/5: Sand & Snow Festival Busan at Busan Asiad Stadium. 

This will be basically a repeat of the first festival, but now located in Busan.  Once again, it will not only be a music festival, but also include panels, parties, interviews, etc.  When you aren’t busy with your own festival duties, you may check out the musical acts, visit any of the parties, or go back to the hotel for a nap if you need.  There will be charter vans to take you back and forth from the hotel and stadium.  

Monday 1/6: Day off to explore Busan 

Explore Busan and the area around it any way you want.  You can hang out in the city or travel to nearby attractions that you’ve always wanted to visit. Theres the Cimer Spa for some luxuriant hot springs, Haeundae Beach but it might be a lil too cold to swim, Gwangbokdong Food Street filled with food stalls, the Modern History Museum and more! 

Tuesday 1/7: Day off/Travel Day bus ride from Busan to Yongin

Unknown Events will load up in charter busses and take you to the city of Yongin.  You will check in to the The Soom Forest Hotel and get to explore Yongin for the evening.  You might wanna head to the Folk Village or grab some food at the Jukjeon Cafe Street. 

Wednesday 1/8: Everland Theme Park Meet & Greet Takeover  

Everland was Korea’s first family park and is still one of its most popular. There is a safari area featuring lions, tigers and bears, a water park, and some of the country’s most famed, lush Gardens.

The theme park is open all day for you and your friends to enjoy as you wish.  At night, the theme park will be closed down for just Unknown Events members and 100 lucky fans that won a ticket to spend the evening with their favorites.  You will be partnered with a fan to go on rides, grab a bite to eat, and take lots of photos together. 

Thursday 1/9: Day off/Travel Day bus ride from Yongin to Seoul

All your work is over and time to relax.  Grab a seat on the UE charter bus and head back to Seoul to catch your flight home.  Unless you’re staying for some vacation time- that’s always an option too! 

Friday 1/10-Saturday 1/11: Travel home

[thatfunkyopossum]

The 4400 AU

In short: Time Travel Shenanigans AU where Katsuki Bakugou is a first generation Japanese American immigrant who was born in 1936 and got sent to the future in 1952. Eijirou Kirishima is a gay american punk from new york living through the AIDs epidemic, born in 1970 and sent to the future in 1986. More information below the cut!  

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Do you know The 4400? Its a show where, over the last 50 years, there have been 4,400 specific disappearances. In the modern day, a ball of light is on a collision course with earth. Before it crashes it slows down, then in a bright flash it deposits all 4,400 of those people. Not one of them has aged a day since their initial disappearance. By all accounts, they were just at the spot and time of their disappearance mere moments ago, even though many occurred decades previously. They’re held for 6 weeks by the government before its determined that they and their families have the right for them to be freed, on the condition that they return for weekly check-ins. Interestingly, after their reappearance, the 4400 begin to display supernatural abilities.... 

My friend @albino-pony suggested this au! Its one I’ve gotten really into even though I’ve only ever seen the first episode of the show. I’m not entirely sure how to format this so its interesting, but I figure that if you clicked on the readmore and you’re still reading, then you’re ok with some info dumps. So here’s these boys individual timelines. TW For era typical homophobia and racism. 

Katsuki

          Mitsuki was born in 1914 in Japan’s Aomori prefecture. She was born with albinism, giving her blonde hair and blue eyes. In 1928 Mitsuki immigrated with her family to the United States at age 14, where they were processed at Angel Island, and moved into San Francisco shortly thereafter. She, her parents, and older brother all got jobs as soon as they could. In 1932, amidst the Great Depression, she met Masaru Bakugou and married him in the spring of 1934.

In 1936 Masaru and Mitsuki had their first child, a boy who inherited her albinism, and named him Katsuki. They do their best to provide for him, but it's the Great Depression and they're immigrants who only speak English so well. They scrape by, providing for their boy as best they can. They normally leave their son in the care of an Inko Midoriya, a fellow Japanese immigrant who is being supported by her fairly successful husband. 

 Then in 1939, things are stabilizing again. Life is getting easier. They still work themselves to the bone but they don't go to bed starving so their growing son can have his best chance. In 1940 life is pretty good. Katsuki's four years old. Mitsuki has a job as a seamstress, and Masaru has an office job. Life is looking up. 

December 7th of 1941, Pearl Harbor is bombed. Americans die. Masaru and Mitsuki are scared about the possibilities of war and what it could mean for their little one. But they decide to do their part and work as hard as they can for their new home, because they're Americans, and they love this country and the hope it holds for their son. 

February 1942, the Bakugous are detained and put in a Japanese Internment camp in southern California, where they spend the next three years. Katsuki is five years old when they’re forced out of their home, and he remembers the train ride. He remembers his father holding him as they walked. He remembers the cold. He remembers the three coldest winters he ever felt, and he remembers the burning blazing heat of the three hottest summers he ever endured. He remembers the scorching desert of Manzanar. He remembers the stuffy air of the tight quarters. He remembers. 

September 1945, The Bakugous finally leave Manzanar. They’re among the last to go. They go home to San Francisco and try to move on. Katsuki is nine years old. His parents are disturbed at how bad anti-japanese sentiment has gotten in the time they were at Manzanar.  Mitsuki finds an old magazine in a waiting room with an article on how to tell Japanese people from Chinese. Masaru is spat on and called various racial slurs. They're terrified for their son, and do their best to shield him from it. When Inko Midoriya’s husband is killed only a few blocks away because he was Japanese and his murderer talked about how his brother was killed in action by them, Mitsuki doesn't let her son play outside anymore.

December 1945, Mitsuki realizes she’s pregnant again.

September 19th, 1946, Tsubaki Bakugou is born.

February 27th, 1947, Tsubaki Bakugou dies of whooping cough at four months old, her family lacking access to the vaccine. Katsuki is eleven years old, and is the one to find her body after his mother asked him to check on her. 

June 1947, Mitsuki pays closer attention to her remaining child, terrified of losing him too. She gets worried. Mitsuki starts to notice how fond he is of his friends, and how little he seems to care about girls.

1948,  She starts to worry about the way he looks at other boys and the movie stars of his favorite pictures. She asks him one night if he likes boys better than girls, and when he says yes she cries and tells him that he has to learn to like girls, and that liking boys is bad and he can't do it anymore.  She doesn't let him go to the cinema anymore, and doesn't let him go out at all with his friends unless Izuku is there with him, because she knows Izuku will tell his mom if anything weird happens, and that Inko will tell her. She doesn't tell Masaru.

1949, When Katsuki is 13, Mitsuki and Inko talk, and they end up sending both of their sons to military school. Inko hopes it will help her son to stand up for himself, and Mitsuki hopes it will teach Katsuki discipline and order. It helps Izuku. It tames Katsuki's attitude toward adults, but his treatment of the other kids only gets worse. The only thing he learns there is how to pretend.

1952,  Katsuki is 16, he's visiting home. He fights with his mother. They call each other all manner of horrible things. He tells her he never wants to see her again. She tells him thats fine, and to go. Katsuki goes for a walk to clear his head.

He never comes home.

Eijirou

Eijirou is born on October 16th, 1970 in upstate new york. His timeline is shorter than Katsuki’s because I dont know as much about 70s/80s culture in new york that would have affected a young japanese american man, so theres only a few really important events in his life that I know for sure of.

July 28, 1982 - Eijirou is 11 years old and sees Queen live on their Hot Space Tour in NYC, and it blows his fucking mind. It instills in him a love of music, and whenever he needs to psych himself up for something he listens to those songs and remembers that energy. 

1984 - He comes out as gay to his parents and is kicked out. He takes a bus to the city and ends up being embraced and taken care of by some members of the punk scene and NYC gay communities. 

1985 - The man who took care of Eijirou, Taishiro Toyomitsu, better known by his stage name Fatgum, dies of HIV related complications. 

1986 - On his way back to the shitty apartment he shares with his bandmates from a concert they were a part of, Eijirou stops to pee in an alley way or something, and disappears in a flash of light. 

When the 4400 appear back on earth in the modern day, many experience small physical changes. For example, Eijirou and Katsuki have red eyes, and Izuku’s hair is slightly green. Todoroki’s hair is half white, and half red. 

People Who Reappeared in the 4400 and When/Where

Touya Todoroki - 1923 - Japan

Tenya Iida - 1924 - Great Britain (London)

Shoto Todoroki - 1930 - Japan

Yagi Toshinori - 1946 - America

Katsuki Bakugou - 1952 - America (San Francisco, California)

Izuku Midoriya - 1952 - America (San Francisco, California)

Fumikage Tokoyami - 1961 - America (West Virginia) 

Hawks (whats your real fucking name u shit) - 1961 - America (West Virginia)

Yuga Aoyama - 1968 - France 

Tooru Hagakure - 1970 - New Zealand 

Denki Kaminari - 1977 - America

Ochako Uraraka - 1985 - United Kingdom

Eijirou Kirishima - 1986 - America (New York, New York) 

Momo Yaoyarozu - 1989 - West Germany (Berlin) 

Shota Aizawa - 1992 - Japan (Tokyo)

Ashido Mina - 1996 - Japan

Hanta Sero - 2000 - China (Yunnan Province) 

Kyouka Jiro - 2005 - America 

Tsuyu Asui - Literally like a week before they reappeared - America

More will be added as they’re decided on!

[eekispyykes]

Mr Sparklepuff Feline Obituary 5.1.2020/Abridged

Mr Puffs 4-2002-  5-1-2020

by Michael Bench

Mr Puffs was an excellent friend and adventurous hiker. He loved to be outdoors. A ferocious mouser ; he did an arc'ing jump on mice and chipmunks from 2 clumps of brush away. The porch frankly stank from all his gifts. An amazing climber and very fast sprinter crossing a square acre in about 3.5sec. Some would ask why he was named as such and close friends know the whole story. A primary point was so people had a good vibe about him and would let him be. In the past two years  he had cancer of the face that spread. He had been treated with surgery to remove the tumor. At a shade over 18yo, he set to rest as every night he was shivvering in normal home temp and couldn't keep weight on; refusing to leave the couch; hating being put in pet clothes/infant flannel.

2017-2020 were tough years for him adjusting to a new stray friend we “adopted” from the wild. They were startingn to get along. It played into the stress.I feel bad about this. it split us up somewhat.  My younger cat was more forceful about claiming me. It weighs on me; Frankly it seemed like a few rape attempts also that difficulted the social cue of ‘normal cat spooning”.. Mr Puffs was able to get out on a van ride of Fogelsville,PA about three months ago. He also gave some love to his plush hedgehog toy. He gave it a consensual drilling every once a while or daily.

What you should know about Mr Puffs:

:My grilling deputy  and trout inspector

:Loved to play the mysterious thing under blanket or newspaper game

:Love to play the mysterious tapping fingers under the many basement stairs game

:Fine taste in music and loved being my karaoke fan. Love you buddy. Not very keen on Tv after Keenan Michael Keys left Animal  Planet's morning show.

:Enjoyed less usual faire like potatoes and adored bbq chicken pizza; he could handle medium wings. He WAS WARNED each time and kept him away from it till it was obvious he wanted it. Honey ham, turkey, .. and salami**. Mind you, he has never been overweight and was complimented by his first vet for muscle tone. It's his compliment to own.

:Enjoyed jumping apartment building gaps while in town: we had to rough it for a month in a storage facility after an unexpected eviction.. which we then would go for walks 1a-3a to get his exercise and water the landscape mulch at 11th street Fred Meyers. There's a little marsh back behind the store that became our little daytime haven.

:His Hiking career started in Eugene, OR. We would go night walking ,w/o a leash and whenever someone was coming he would detour off the sidewalk and into the nearest house’s bushes.. This was optimal because he would get back on the lit sidewalk and learn to keep course. This advanced to 5-7 mile hikes from U Oregon campus to Hendrix park and back. One trip such trip he was panting so he didn’t really want to run away anywhere or into traffic fortunately.. The sun had come out of the cloud cover and heated things up above the usual. We stopped at an icecream place on the way back on the edge of campus: Agate and 19th. Even though he was tired, he was a smart and collected guy. so he slinked to the back of the shop till I came back out..It was like escorting the supermodel of manly cats.  It was at this time I knew leashes or more distant locations were necessary.  

:While we were driving back to Pennsylvania, he decided to have a playfrenzy on the dashboard while I was in heavy traffic nearabouts of Nebraska/Rushmore on the interstate.

:Short story : Since he now had room in the yard to runaround Puffs tested his speed and momentum to get up tree trunks. Our front yard had a medium sized maple oak something. Mr Puffs ran up the tree and alarmed a family of nesting doves. The doves and Mr Puffs seemed to flee the tree foilage each in horizontal directions at about 8ft off the ground.  

:Other than a shoulder injury from a fight of somesort, he was very durable. His parent's owners had coined him 'Jaco” after the famous bass player.. A green -eyed Russian Blue tuxedo, angular white paws.  with little white hairs across his coat. At times I also referred to him as “Cactus Jack”. Massive front incisors like a miniature sabertooth. I pitied the rabbits who he caught which were still squealing.

:Another Short Story. I coaxed my mom to live a little and put that front addition on the house she always wanted. She got an enclosed porch. Theres an open porch on the back of the house also. When the framing was done.. I went out to the backyard to enjoy the night sky, I heard nothing. When I turned around I had two bright eyes scaring me  to the ground. From 9ft, the top of the roof porch he looked at me Apparently Puffs had climbed the 8ft of framing from the work table, crossed the rafters, crossed the whole house roof and decided to voyeur me on the other side of the house. I was very glad he didn't tempt the electric lines whose pole he had tried to climb other days.Stressing moments on me as well.

:Puffs became a pro at taking baths since 2017, and getting nails trimmed at the same time. The trim helped him jump (getting pad purchase)  and helped the furniture too.

:Another quick story. Cats can swim. I took him to go swimming in the creek and that went pretty good the first time. (Must always be on leash. And probably use partially inflated swimmy muscle). He was really comfortable in the water if it was shallow(2.5ft). The problem with the creek is its near a road so don't be near roads even with the leash on.  He was swimming a good crawl in about 4ft.  A fish mustve brushed his foot because he panicked and started jumping out of the water like a bass on a hook. I literally had to swing him in the air (with leash) and onto the shore into some leaves and grass. There's some fault in not being close enough to him to pick him up out of the water directly. He swam pretty good and at range.  To ease that trauma.. (nearly heart attack probably; that went sour) , I let him calm down. At a much shallower area no taller than his knees(5-6”) I set him into the stream without much resentment and just petted him to get him calm.  (He wasn't a lap cat before that either.) At that point the swimming  got shuttered for downhill walks and other casual stuff.

: On similar climbing points.. even till about 2015, he liked to jump the gap from the upright piano top (4ft) to the top of the entertainment center (7.5 ft) plus the hallway gap of  3.5 ft and he was really solid at it. Would stay up there for a while and then jump down onto the sofa table (3 ft tall).. He was always calculating a new feat. When that one item stopped being in his wheelhouse it was clear he was getting bothered/ annoyed and the stress of a cat territory issue wore him down.

If you were to be near him, you'd end up watching him. This statue of a male cat with really long tail. Not lemur-long but really long.. a gray panther. And, maybe you'd try to pet him since he looked inviting. Yet, you wouldn't get much petting done. He'd probably tolerate two brushes and then give your hand a carving with his claws, hiss at you and find a new place to observe the room,  That said, he would cruise the neighborhood looking which apartment I might've visited, slink in and check out how other people decorated. A very dignified personality, sometimes to the point of indignant.  He was  a cat you'd want to clone over and over because he was just that cool on himself. Cloning him was on the slate too until those type of businesses were closed with political force.. He actually inspired a jazz song  (currently in midi form) that I’ve yet to record. I was tore up about his first cancer surgery so I started writing. Hope that will be out soon enuff. I hope this can help you appreciate Mr Puffs. He was buried at a spot he chose. It was nearby a set of brush he would choose to hide in hours near the middle of  hikes.

.. he loved to hide.  Back in Oregon I'd take him  in the van with my mentally handicapped clients. He'd be set loose to get his relaxation in. By the time it was time to leave. he wanted to stay. He hid in bushes and culverts. I learned very quickly that such outings had to be local or I'd be driving back hours to go get him at night or worse. Once I knew that, we'd take rides on the bus to the edges of the bus line and just chill on hills overlooking boating lakes. Fern Ridge Reservoir had a nice pine overlook off Territorial hwy.  He really enjoyed outings and variety. Maybe thats what kept him interested as a matter of longevity. I want to end on that.  He showed me lessons in best intentions and good in the bad.. and murdering all my Egyptian spiny mice within hours of acquiring them and their replacements. Its not like I wouldn't have gotten him a feeder mouse but there were plenty stinking up the walkway as it was. I'm blessed to have spent that month sheltered in a renta-shed with him. It seems the alternative .. without having enough for a pet deposit elsewhere (that moment) was to lower my standards for the landlords daughter and by whatever 'influence' she had. 'evicted us for periodic renovations”. So, eventually we chose instead to leave and he got a brims of fieldmice, chipmunks and forest romping. I hope that was an appreciated choice. He liked city life too. Should you choose to tribute to Mr Puffs, I welcome it. He’d be the type of cat Dos Equis beer would be looking for if he actually drank it.

Hope you’re feeling better, Puffs; BFF