#I wish this was on P.C.

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[hvnlygrl]

hii can u do rafe cameron

can u pls do soft!rafe cameron or soft!jj maybamk where reader and him get into an argument and then he storms out and then the next morning reader gets her period, and when he comes home he just sees her lying on the bed eith a heating pad so he decides to make her a cookie skillet with nutella in it and ice cream on top of it and when he gives it to her she immediately starts sobbing and covering her face with the back of her hand telling him how shes so sorry and that she wished she never foughr with him and then he just comforts her and helps her eat while they watch a movie

i take it all back.

pairing — rafe cameron x fem!reader

word count — 1.3k

warnings — lotta cussing, reader gets a little mean, argument between rafe/reader, hurt/comfort.

synopsis — after a fight with rafe due to your hormones during that time of the month, he goes out of his way to make you feel better.

notes — sorry i kinda went in a little bit of a different direction with this i hope that's okay! but the general idea is still the same... thank you for the request! it's such a sweet idea <3

it had never bothered you before, the sound of rafe on his game in the spare bedroom, but for some reason the loud sounds of him on the headset with his friends were driving you up the wall while you tried to watch your show in the living room. 

you sighed out in annoyance when you heard him for what seemed like the 20th time in 5 minutes, “GO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING??? TOPPER GET HIS ASS!” 

you clicked the volume up on the t.v. in front of you, head beginning to ache from the loudness of the show mixed with the loudness from the game room. you were unsure of how to handle the situation. you didn’t want to ruin rafe’s fun on the game, and you surely didn’t want to start an argument with him but you couldn’t take it anymore. 

you paused the show, stood from the couch and stomped your way down the hallway. you didn’t bother knocking on the door since you knew he wouldn’t hear it, instead opening it as soon as you reached it. “rafe,” you called out. no answer. he continued clacking at the keys on the p.c., shouting orders at topper and kelce over the headset. “rafe,” you called out again, quite a bit louder this time. still no answer. 

at this point you were fed up. you were unsure of where the blind rage came from, but before you knew it you yanked the headset from his head. 

“what the-y/n? what the fuck are you doing?” he shouts at you, his eyes flitting back and forth between the computer screen and your angered expression. 

“can you shut the fuck up, dude? i’m trying to watch my show,” you grumble at him as if it's obvious. 

“woah,” he cocks his head back at your statement, “chill out.” 

now you’re really pissed. “don’t tell me to fucking chill out!” 

“babe, it’s not that serious,” he continues clacking at the keys on the game. 

“it is that serious. you try watching your favorite show and listen to me hooting and hollering from the next room. it’s fucking aggravating and i can't take it anymore right now.” 

rafe rolls his eyes. “i don’t know what you want me to tell you, y/n, it’s really not that serious. i’m doing my thing and you’re doing yours. you don’t see me busting through the door to get on your ass about the t.v. being too loud.” 

you can hear the oohs and ruh-rohs coming from the headset, only adding fuel to the fire. 

“oh my god, dude, can you just act like a fucking adult for five minutes? you don’t have to play fortnite every single night with your gay ass homeboys. maybe you could spend time with your girlfriend instead of being on the game from the second you get home until hours after i fall asleep.” 

“that is so not true and you know it, bruh.” 

“if you’re gonna play the game and not even interact with me, then just go do it at your own damn apartment. i’m not fucking dealing with this right now. i have a migraine and i don’t want you here tonight.”

rafe can't ignore the pang that shoots through his heart at your words. “seriously? you’re kicking me out?” 

“yeah,” you mutter softly before leaving the room and heading back to the living room. cramps begin overtaking the muscles in your stomach, only adding to your agitation. you breathe out shakily, your throat beginning to tighten as you watch him grab his bag and storm out. 

once the door slams behind him, a wave of guilt washes over you, your eyes watering as you smack yourself for kicking him out. all you wanted was for him to stop being so loud and now he’s on the way back to his apartment, pissed at you for embarrassing him in front of his friends and for sending him home.

you lie down on the couch, allowing the tears to stream freely as your thoughts get darker and crueler toward yourself. you sob deeply, arms wrapped around a pillow until you finally fall asleep. 

about an hour or so later you wake up, shuffling into the bathroom, you notice your appearance in the mirror; cheeks puffy and eyes swollen from crying. the sight only makes you feel worse. you sit on the toilet, letting out a harsh sigh when you notice the blood that pooled in your favorite pair of panties. after already feeling like a piece of shit both physically and mentally, here was mother nature three days early, ready to screw you over even more. 

you couldn't help but tear up again at the inconvenience, suddenly realizing what happened tonight. you wanted to slap yourself for being so stupid and not noticing the signs, but you knew that it was too late now. after heading to your bedroom to find a new pair of underwear and shorts, and spotting the dirty pair before throwing it into the wash, you head back to the living room. 

your heart beats in your throat as you pull out your phone to text rafe. 

after the conversation with him you felt a lot better about the situation, but you were still feeling pretty upset. you rummaged through the kitchen, checking the cabinets and the fridge and freezer for any type of food that would satisfy your cravings. of course, you had absolutely nothing that would help. you sighed as you shuffled back toward the living room, opting to just lie on the couch and watch your show until you fell back asleep. 

you knew the thought was dramatic, but you couldn’t help but wonder when your life turned into this; alone in an apartment that was too big for you with nothing you wanted and no one to share it with. 

and then you heard a knock on the door. despite it being his signature knock, you couldn't stop yourself from checking the peephole, heart fluttering when you saw the blonde on the other side of the door.

you quickly opened it, a soft smile on your lips. “what are you doing here?”

“did you really think i was gonna let you be alone on night one?” rafe raises a brow at you before revealing two grocery bags he’d been hiding behind his back. he had made a run to the local store for all your favorite sweets, chips, icecream, drinks, and anything else he could think of. he even bought you a heated stuffed animal that could be thrown into the microwave and used as a heating pad.

“baby,” your lips curl down into a frown, eyes watering at the gesture, “you’re too nice to me.” 

“of course i am,” he chuckles as he sets the items down on the coffee table, “you’re my girl.” 

you watch in awe as he grabs your favorite cup, fills it with ice and pours your drink into it. then he grabs the stuffed turtle (your favorite animal) and heads to the kitchen to throw it into the microwave for a couple minutes. 

“get comfy, babe,” he calls out to you, “get your show set up, do whatever you gotta do.” 

you smile at him sweetly. “you didn’t have to do all this, rafe.” 

“i know,” he shrugs nonchalantly. “i wanted to.” 

“thank you,” you whisper when he brings the warmed turtle over to you. you moan happily when you stick it onto your lower abdomen, the sensation immediately easing some of the pain. “i don’t deserve you.” 

“sure you do,” rafe huffs as he kicks his shoes off and gets comfy next to you, “how many times have you taken care of me? saved my ass without me even thinking to ask you for help?” 

you nod, “yea, i guess you’re right. i’m sorry about what i said earlier baby, i take it all back.” 

“don’t stress,” he holds his hands up, “water under the bridge, my girl.” 

you smile at him, admiring his features before turning your gaze back to the t.v. and snuggling in closer to him. “i love you.”

“i love you,” he parrots back, hand rubbing at your lower back in the spot that he knows typically bothers you. 

-> back to masterlist

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[brehaaorgana]

Neil Gaiman Hit With Rape & Human Trafficking Suits After Months Of Allegations; Estranged Spouse Amanda Palmer Also Named In Multi-State Filings Deadline reports 2/3/2025.

I told y'all that I believed Amanda Palmer was absolutely part of his being a predator. And that's exactly how they're taking it to court, too:

After months of horrific allegations of sexual misconduct, The Sandman creator Neil Gaiman has been taken to court in a trio of states on allegations of rape, human trafficking and more by a former New Zealand nanny of his and musician Amanda Palmer’s son.

“This claim arises out of Defendant Neil Gaiman’s sexual abuse of Plaintiff, and his wife Amanda Palmer’s role in procuring and presenting Plaintiff to Gaiman for such abuse,” states a rape and human trafficking complaint filed in federal court Monday in Wisconsin by Scarlett Pavlovich.

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Along with the midwestern state, where American Gods author and TV series EP Gaiman has a home, filings were submitted in New York, and Massachusetts by Pavlovich’s NYC-based Kamerman Uncyk Soniker & Klein P.C. lawyers with Palmer as the defendant.

Pavlovich and her attorneys claim that Palmer knew how vulnerable the plaintiff was mentally and economically and essentially led her into the lion’s den.

“Palmer was sufficiently aware that Gaiman was likely to target Scarlett, that she warned Gaiman to stay away from Scarlett before she brought Scarlett to Gaiman’s house as a babysitter,” the Empire State and New England state filings declare of the initial encounters with the openly open marriage Gaimans in the southwestern Pacific Ocean country and the early 2022 job offer. “Yet Palmer never warned Scarlett of the known danger posed by Gaiman. Had Palmer warned Scarlett of the known danger posed by Gaiman, Scarlett would never have agreed to babysit Palmer’s child at Gaiman’s house.”

I wish Scarlett Pavlovich all the best in this trial and I hope Gaiman and Palmer lose horrifically.

[nerdyrevelries]

Jo March: The Pragmatist

One of the most common complaints I hear about Little Women is the way it ends. Many people think that Jo stifles her creativity and gives up on her writing in order to marry Professor Bhaer, which isn't true. Jo writes a very successful book in one of the sequels, Jo’s Boys, but let's set that to the side because what I really want to discuss is what Jo actually thinks of the writing she’s doing in the latter half of Little Women. 

In Part I of Little Women, we see the type of writing that Jo does prior to selling her work. In “A Merry Christmas,” the family puts on The Witch’s Curse, an Operatic Tragedy, which seems to be a Shakespearean melodrama. In “Jo Meets Apollyon,” the book Amy burns in anger is “half a dozen little fairy tales.” In “The P.C. and P.O.,” Jo writes a comedic poem and a lament for one of Beth’s cats. Finally, in “Secrets,” Jo submits a tragic romance to The Spread Eagle (one assumes that this name was less funny when Little Women was originally published in 1868.) The Spread Eagle doesn’t pay beginners, so we can assume that everything written up until this point is the type of writing Jo does for herself when there’s no pressure to make changes to please an editor in order to get a paycheck. 

Part II begins with the chapter “Gossip,” which catches us up on what’s been happening over the past three years. Jo is now a regular contributor to The Spread Eagle who receives a dollar for each story. She refers to them as “rubbish,” so she doesn’t seem particularly proud of the writing she’s doing, but she’s in the process of writing a novel she hopes will win her fame and prestige. 

In “Literary Lessons,” Jo observes a boy reading a newspaper story illustrated with a dramatic scene of “an Indian in full war costume, tumbling over a precipice with a wolf at his throat” and two men stabbing each other while a terrified woman flees the scene. When the boy offers to share, Jo agrees more because she likes the boy than because of an interest in the story. The story is sensation fiction, which Jo privately thinks is trash anyone could have written. However, when she learns the author is making a good living from her stories, Jo decides to try her hand at this new style of writing. She submits the story to a contest the newspaper is running and wins $100. Jo uses the money to send Beth and Marmee to the seashore. She’s proud of her ability to earn money to help her family, so she continues to write these kinds of stories since they are lucrative. 

She later finishes her novel and sends it to multiple publishers, only one of whom is interested, and only if there are major cuts and revisions. After conflicting advice from her family, she decides to make the requested changes, which earns her $300 and some very mixed reviews that lead Jo to respond, “Some make fun of it, some over-praise, and nearly all insist that I had a deep theory to expound, when I only wrote it for the pleasure and the money. I wish I’d printed it whole or not at all, for I do hate to be so misjudged.” 

In “Calls,” Jo reluctantly joins Amy to return calls to their neighbors with generally disastrous results. One incident involves Jo receiving a compliment on her writing. 

Any mention of her “works” always had a bad effect upon Jo, who either grew rigid and looked offended, or changed the subject with a brusque remark, as now. “Sorry you could find nothing better to read. I write that rubbish because it sells, and ordinary people like it.”

This passage makes it very clear that Jo isn’t proud or fond of what she is writing. The reception to her novel combined with the money she can make from sensation fiction has changed Jo’s primary motivation for writing. She is no longer doing it for the love of writing or because she’s pursuing her dreams. She’s trying to make money to help out her family.

I don’t think this is necessarily a bad thing. We all have periods in our life when we take a job that we aren’t extremely excited about because it will allow us to achieve something that is more important to us. However, it’s a different narrative than is usually spun about Jo who is frequently depicted as continually working towards her dream. There is a role in Castles in the Air that fits that narrative. It’s called the Striver, but I don’t think that’s the role that Jo has. Instead, Jo is the Pragmatist, which is a role about setting aside your dreams for the moment because you have other responsibilities. Both are interesting conflicts, but they lead to very different conclusions when it comes to Jo’s story! 

With that in mind, let’s take a look at “Friend,” which follows Jo in New York. She’s now writing for a newspaper called the Weekly Volcano, which has required Jo to make so many changes to her stories that she decides to have her work published anonymously. That certainly wouldn’t be a good career move if she was truly trying for fame! She’s also come to greatly respect a man staying at her boarding house named Professor Bhaer. One day, he makes a comment about a newspaper that publishes sensation stories like the ones Jo is writing. Her response is telling:

Jo glanced at the sheet, and saw a pleasing illustration composed of a lunatic, a corpse, a villain, and a viper. She did not like it; but the impulse that made her turn it over was not one of displeasure, but fear, because, for a minute, she fancied the paper was the “Volcano.” 

Professor Bhaer notices her look and guesses the truth, but instead of letting her know this, he decides to gently explain his reasoning. After this, Jo goes back to reread the stories she has been writing and decides to burn them. Far from stifling her creativity, Professor Bhaer is the one who sees that Jo is ashamed of her writing and reminds her that she is capable of more.

This is part of a series on the literary inspirations behind game elements for my upcoming tabletop RPG based on the novels of Louisa May Alcott and L.M. Montgomery, Castles in the Air. To see a complete list of the posts I’ve written thus far, check out the master post. If you would like more information, visit the game’s website!

[rainbow-femme]

I am absolutely loving the SJM posts! I have never been able to get into her books despite trying every series (I have Crescent City currently checked out from the library). Her characters are just.... Such shit people and I can't care about them 😭

My personal feeling about SJM is she’s good at writing dark sexy wish fulfillment, but she also wants to write regular fantasy adventure, so you get things like 365 Days but in a setting where there are real world morals and we’re told the main characters are genuinely very good people

Like the set up of Feyre and Rhysand with the Hewn City. You’re married to the hottest and most powerful high lord and also you’re hot and powerful and he rules over a court of monsters and you now rule over those monsters too? Sexy. It’s then established that a main character grew up there and actually it’s not all monsters and there are innocent people living under terrible conditions and the main characters react by going “Eat shit and die, fuckers 😜” when the people want to leave and also make it so even if those people get out the one safe city by law has to refuse them service? Suddenly much less sexy.

Hot foreplay in a fantasy library? Sexy. Establishing that everyone who works there suffered sexual assault and then having that hot foreplay near them? Less sexy.

Becoming super bad ass and powerful and taking down your ex? Sexy. Establishing that said take down resulted in the deaths of thousands of innocent people and the entire time said ex was actually working under cover in a way that ended up saving countless lives by helping the war? Less sexy.

I feel like you can have dark fantasy and dark fantasy morals, and you can have main characters that do bad things, but when you include those things but then constantly be like “look how great and wonderful they are!” Then it’s like ok well now I’m just annoyed

If they did the same stuff but there wasn’t a constant attempt to tell us they’re all actually pure moral softboys and the books just were like “yup they’re assholes!” then I would have fun because I love stories about assholes who fight other assholes and they all suck. The Maltese Falcon is one of my favorite movies for that reasons, every character is the fucking worst and sometimes they work together and sometimes against each other and they all have different backgrounds and skills and that’s fun!

Or even just an Oceans 11 take where it’s like are they criminals/assholes? Yes. Are they doing this for selfish gain? Yes. Are they doing this for petty revenge? Yes. Are they very charismatic and fun to watch? Also yes, which is why people love it and love the characters

I also am someone who loves world building and hers has a lot of cool ideas but she paints herself into corners constantly because of the need to have both sexy wish fulfillment and engaging plots outside of the sexiness

Again it’s sexy to make all your main characters the most powerful people in the history of ever, but then there’s no tension if they can just easily solve every problem, so these supposedly super powerful people get their shit absolutely wrecked constantly because they’re only powerful when it’s not plot relevant

“Azriel and Cassian have way more power gemstones than any other Illyrian, meaning they’re so much more powerful than even the most powerful warriors” Ok cool so why do they get bodied every time they’re in a fight

It falls under the same umbrella as the House of Night books where you have a great world set up and then it’s full of powerful asshole main characters who the book tells you every two pages are the best people ever. Although SJM is miles better than P.C. Cast and ACOTAR is miles better than House of Night

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And This Year's Easter Bunny Is...

(One-Shot 101DS Easter Fanfic)

Rating: All ages

Genre: Slice-of-life, Humor,

Content Warnings: Some slight public humiliation on a certain fox wearing a bunny suit

Summary: Fergus had just lost a bet over who gets to wear the Easter Bunny costume for the Dalmatian family with Dylan and Dolly. He thought his sly-fox tricks could help him avoid such defeat, only for the two top dogs to trick him into outsmarting himself. Now, poor Fergus has to face reality, not to mention the sheer amount of embarrassment he's about to meet when he slips into that bunny suit.

A one-shot 101DS fanfic made for the 101DS fandom to celebrate Easter with.

It didn't have to come to this... 

But it did. Of all the innocent animals in the world to suffer the impending torture before them, it had to be Fergus. It was that very moment where the universe had come to punish him for his mere existence...

Fergus had no other mere options left but to pray that all of this was just a living nightmare that he desperately wishes to wake up from. Unfortunately for him, this is a reality he's forced to face. A cruel, soul-less, unforgiving reality that dropped in on his doorstep to smite the poor innocent fox with its twin sickles of punishment, and now he was forced to meet with the inevitable.

Oh, how Fergus wished Officer Pearl would trot in, pluck him straight from the ground and lock him in the slammers to relief him of this world-crumbling defeat! At least it would've been a better fate than this.

Why? Why!? Mother of P.C. Pearl, what did I ever do to deserve this!? Why!?

Was all that Fergus could think about in his feeble mind. The never-ending cries of "Why" echoed in his thoughts, over and over again for what seemed like a millennium. Oh, how fate had conspired against poor Fergus, starting with two, young canines, spotted in black...

"Ha ha! You just got Doll-i-nated, fox breath!" The voice of Dolly was heard, as the female Dalmatian pumped out her fists in triumph.

"As much as I find your pun lacking in originality sis, you are so right! You can't touch us when me and my sis act as one. Really Fergus, I thought you knew that by now." Dylan added, feeling smug and confident about outnumbering the fox from a hundred-one to one with their brilliant minds and teamwork.

This was probably the most uncomfortable feeling in the world, knowing that he has been outsmarted by Dylan and Dolly... or in this case, himself. And on Easter on the first Sunday of April! Of all days to be utterly humiliated in!

Fergus the fox had placed Dylan and Dolly in a bet to test the limits of his cunning mind, only to unwittingly end up outsmarting himself, thanks to the low, limited I.Q. that the fox possessed. The only true weakness of his thieving and cunning mind that leaves him vulnerable to gullibility. The loser has to dress up as the Easter Bunny in front of the entire Dalmatian family to see and this year, Fergus is the loser with a capital "L".

"Can you believe that this guy walked right into his own bait?" Dolly sniggered.

"It seems as though that this dumb fox is not as sly as he thinks he is", Dylan concurred.  "So much for your title as a sly, cunning, smooth-talkin' fox, eh Fergus?" He flashes Fergus a cocky grin.

The fox could only sit there, ears flattened and eyes narrowed, giving that familiar look of un-amusement when something doesn't work in his favor, as he's forced to listen to the two step-siblings do their celebratory gloating, all the while rubbing their victory in his foxy face. Even his members, Sid and Big Fee could only sit idly by and look at Fergus questioningly, as they know the whole bet was his own fault.

"Hey, bro. Does that look on Fergus' face tell you anything?~" Dolly said, with her tone full of sass as she smirked at Fergus' unamused expression.

"Why yes, Dolly. That there is the pure look of "Wow! You D-dawgs got me good! Looks like I'm your Easter Bunny for this year, now hand me that bunny suit!" Dylan replied, while shifting his ears to resemble Fox-ears, mimicking Fergus and pulling off the best Irish-accent he could muster. 

"You know what we're talking about, right pal~?" He said, flashing him the cockiest of smirks.

"Urrrrgghhh!" Fergus growled, pulling his ears down in frustration, humiliated over his own stupidity.

"I don't understand! My bet was absolute FOOL-PROOF!! How did you and D-dawg even manage to sidestep that one!?"

"Err... Actually, mate...", Sid interjected, trying not to rub salt into the wounds of Fergus' defeat.

"Not to hold it against ya for it, but your bet.... how do I put it lightly... had holes in it. Probably more than Diesel... can... dig?" He nervously twiddled his tiny squirrel paws, smiling sheepishly at the foxy leader who shot his daggers at him.

"Not ta mention that it doesn't take an idjeot human to find an empty spot in ye bet." Big Fee added, rolling her eyes at her boss' sheer idiocy.

Fergus could only growl at the two traitorous Canal Dwellers for not defending him, but deep down, he knew that Sid and Big Fee were right. And all he could do was kick himself for lacking the basic knowledge to think through with his bet.

"Oh! Hey, Dylan. Why don't we pick the one that Triple D made?"

"That one? As in the one that Destiny put her love in every stitch in? That bunny suit? Oooohh-ho-ho, you are so mean today, sis!"

Dylan goes into closet to rummage for the said, specific bunny suit of which Dolly described. Fergus wished he could get a better peak on what Triple D's bunny suit would look like if the dorky Dalmatian's butt wasn't blocking the view.

"I'd better look cool in Triple D's fashion wear D-dawg, cuz otherwise, you're gonna be dealing with one anti-chill fox in this neighborhood!"

Dylan comes back out, holding the bunny suit that Fergus would be wearing in his mouth.

The suit was even worse than Fergus could even imagine. It was a pink bunny suit, stitched with different shades of pink fabric, with a blue bow ribbon wrapped around the neck, with the bow located on the back of the suit. Two, big, poofy pink ears sprouted from the hood in all of it's poofy, bunny glory. The white, fluffy bunny tail looked as though it was big enough for Fergus' fluffy tail to fit in. And to make matters worse... It was about the same size as the humiliated fox himself. 

Everything about the bunny suit from the pink fabric, the bow-ribbon, and the adorable design and the toddler-like cuteness in every stitch was the exact opposite what Fergus envisioned.

And that fact he is forced to wear such a pink-stitched abomination added the additional embarrassment to Fergus' already blushing cheeks.

"Okay, Fergus. Put on the bunny suit", the smug stepbrother instructed.

"Ooohh-ho-hooooo, no! D-dawg, you are crazier than your sister, if you think I'm slipping into that thing!" Fergus replied.

"C'mon, Fergus. A bet is a bet~", Dylan said with more sass in his tone, while taunting his foxy friend by dangling the bunny suit in front of his face just to annoy him even further

"Plus, you can't deny that Destiny has a real knack for stitching."

"No way! Forget it! I ain't touchin' that bunny suit, let alone breathe on it. Heck, I wouldn't even use that thing for a pair of jammies, and there ain't nothing you D-dawgs can do to change my mind!" Fergus retorted, standing his ground in refusal to wear the costume. He  crossed his forelegs and shut his eyes, refusing to even look at the costume.

Sadly for him, he probably should've learned by now that Dolly was the unpredictable type.

"Y'know, Fergus. Our family really looks up to you. Our real hero, a fearless, tough-as-nails fox with a heart of steel! Even Dizzy and Dee Dee admire you! Would it be soooo heartbreaking if anyone were to tell them that the so-called "Tall Tales of Fergus Fox" were all lies made by a certain fox whose ego is bigger than his brain?" 

She looks deep into Fergus, making the biggest, saddest, weepy eyes she could with those big eyes of hers.

Fergus recoiled; his eyes widened in panic at his tall tales suddenly being brought up in a negative light. The fact that Dolly is taking advantage of Fergus' own blackmailing tactics and using it against him was almost degrading.

"W-wot!? Dolly, don't ya dare bring your siblings into this! My Tall tales are legitimate, and you and Dyl know it!!"

"Riiiiggghht. The keyword being 'tall'", Dylan added, cockily.

"Oh, I can just hear the cries of sorrow of a hundred, sad, heartbroken puppies!"

Then, Dolly proceeded to mimic each crying pup, putting her best effort in sounding genuine and heartbreaking as possible.

"Oh, how could you lie to us, Fergus?" Dolly howled. "We thought you were our hero!"

Oof! Blackmail AND guilt tripping. 

"Ooh, she's got ya right there, mate," Sid chimed in.

Dolly goes on mimicking each young sibling with dramatic fashion.

"Fergus' stories were fake!? Our hero is a fraud!!"

"Oh, Ferguuuuus!! You are sooooo horrible!! We trusted you, Fergus!!"

It had became increasingly obvious that Dolly was pushing every nerve at Fergus to get him to wear the bunny suit. Fergus had doubted that the siblings wouldn't be that hurt when they hear that his tall tail stories weren't true.

"You're so meeeaaan, Fergus!! Why would you do that!?"

And yet, he could only imagine the looks of shame on the young Dalmatians' faces, especially Dizzy and Dee Dee when they found out that his tall tales were fake.

Fergus tried to shake these thoughts of a hundred siblings crying because of his lies and struggled to keep under the sheer pressure of his usually chill composure, but Dolly's theatrics were only feeding into those thoughts of those sad Dalmatians more and more.

"DYYYYYLLLAAAANNN!!!" Dolly continued on howling.

"Fergus lied to us!! Why would he do that to us!? We thought he was our frieeeennnndddd!!" 

Dylan could only snort and giggle at Dolly's overdramatic display, as he struggled hold back his contained laughter.

"FINE!!! I'LL DO IT!!" Fergus snapped, his snippy tone being evident that he was fed up with Dolly's overbearing antics. 

And as if a switch was flipped, Dolly dropped her melodramatic act and flashed Fergus a smug, toothy grin. "I knew you'd care, foxy.~"

Letting out a huff, the reluctant fox storms over to Dylan, who's holding the bunny suit out for him to take.

"Gimme that stupid lifeless rabbit skin!"

He swipes the said bunny suit from Dylan's paws, receiving a chuckle from Dylan in response. 

He went behind the couch to use for privacy and proceeded to stuff himself into the rabbit suit. All the while, the two stepsiblings and the two Canal dwellers could hear the disgruntled fox cursing and muttering underneath his breath.

"Raggin' fraggin' Dolly and her stupid... bratty attitude, and that stupid D-dawg, and this... stupid raggin' fraggin' naggin' bunny suit!!" Fergus grumbled furiously as he struggled to get his four paws into the costume. 

After a bit of effort of fitting all of them into each limb of the pink-stitched piece of fabric, he steps back out from behind the couch to show Dylan and Dolly in his rabbit attire, in full display.

"There! You D-dawgs happy now?" Fergus said, his tone clearly dripping of annoyance.

The two top dogs of course were impressed over how Fergus looked, dressing up as a pink bunny. They expected Fergus to look ridiculous with the Easter Bunny get-up, but not to this extent. Needless to say, he looked absolutely ridiculous. And it doesn't help with the fact that he didn't look anything like a predator fresh from the wild, considering that the cotton tail was completely covering up his foxy tail. Fergus could only hope to pray that his already embarrassing moment of humiliation wouldn't get any worse.

"PPPFFFFTTTT!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" 

His prayers have fallen on deaf ears, as Dolly burst with laughter, tears springing from her eyes. The cackling tomboy  Dalmatian fell onto her back and started rolling side to side and kicking her hindlegs, all the  while clutching her sides in her shriek-filled laughter from seeing Fergus in his ridiculous costume.

"O-Oh, dog!!" Dolly managed to speak in her fit of laughter.

"I-I didn't think i-it was possible! Y-You look.... RIDICULOUS!! So much for being WILD! Oh dog, m-my ribs!!"

Fergus' eyes were practically almost as wide as dinner plates at Dolly's reaction. He looked down at his predicament he roped himself into. The laughing canine was right! The pathetic bunny costume he's stuck in really did strip away any sign of wild that he possessed and replaced it all with the non-threatening pink, fluffy, baby adorableness, the last thing that Fergus ever wanted to be! His blush flared up even more, as Dolly's constant teasing further fueled his embarrassment.

"W-wha? I-!? No!! I-I'm still wild!!" Fergus stammered, gob smacked by Dolly's remark. "S-Sid, Big Fee, help me out here!!"

He shifted his gaze to the two Canal Crew members hoping the two would back him up and spare him the extra humiliation, only to find that Sid and Big Fee had joined in on the laughter too, adding further insult to injury.

"I-I'm sorry! I'm s-sorry-y-y-y!!" Sid struggled to apologize between his fit of giggles.

"I-I'm so sorry, Fergus!! I-it... the b-bunny suit... the c-cuteness, I... I c-a-a-an't! It's too much!!"

"HA-HA-HA-HA!! Baby foxy is baby bunny!!" Big Fee chortled, kicking her tiny rat feet in amusement.

Fergus could only sit there gob smacked at the squirrel and rat's lack of spine, as their snorts and giggles joined with Dolly's mock-filled laughter and ridicule. Now the fox was livid, with a mix of embarrassment and utmost fury etched on his face. It took Fergus every fiber of his being to fight back the growing urge to lunge at Dolly and strangle her right here and there.

"Okay, 'Mr. Easter Bunny'", the smug stepbrother spoke up, making quotation marks with the digits of his paws.

"You look cute. You look convincing. Our brothers and sisters are gonna love your adorable look! Now, go grab your Easter basket, why dontcha?"

He slides the said Easter basket over to the incensed fox. The Easter Basket was filled to the brim with colorful eggs painted in different colored palettes and patterns. There was even a Dalmatian spot-patterned egg buried among the few dozen, painted boiled eggs.

The blushing, bunny-costumed fox's poofy bunny ears drooped behind his head. Frowning, he plopped his rump on the floor and again crossed his forelegs, and basically sat there, fuming in both shame and embarrassment as Dolly, Sid and Big Fee continue their mocking laughter. From the way he was sitting, Fergus practically looked like a young child sulking in their tantrum over not getting any dessert.

"Bark off, Dyl! I ain't showing myself out there like this just to entertain your sibs! And tell your sister to shut up!" Fergus growled, as Dolly was still teasing the poor fox and laughing her head off.

"Tsk-tsk-tsk, Fergus. Who was the dumb fox that got himself outfoxed in his dumb bet?" The smug stepbrother tutted.

"Plus, it's already being recorded! ~" He was holding up a  digital camcorder in his paw and had set it on record to state the obvious. "C'mon, buddy. You'd do anything for our siblings, right?"

"Yea! Be a big man, and go out there!" Big Fee said, giggling. "Do yer bunny hop for the wee siblings~!"

"Yeah, mate. You don't want to look bad in front of those innocent pups now, do ya?" Sid insisted.

At that moment, with all options completely off the table and no sly tricks to help him slip out of this uncomfortable dilemma, Fergus knew that he dug a tunnel too deep, and has no way of getting out of it.

"Traitors!!" Fergus spat at Sid and Big Fee. He lets out an angry huff before picking up the basket full of Easter eggs.

Now holding the basket in his mouth by the handle, Fergus trots over to the backyard door, but not before taking the basket out of his mouth and grabbing Dylan by his scruffy chest, pressing his snout against his to shoot his fierce predator-like glare into Dylan's innocent eyes.

"So help me, Dylan... If this footage somehow ends up gettin' leaked onto the net, I'll kill you! You, and your annoying sister!" Fergus said threateningly. Dylan grinned sheepishly, although he knows that the fox was just bluffing.

"Relax, dude", Dolly said with reassurance, yet still prideful.

"This dog fam knows not to be a tattletale through the worldwide woof over embarrassing secrets. Dalmatians family's honor."

Fergus shoves his dorky-spotted friend back on the floor before letting out a heavy sigh. The fox had been friends with the two annoying stepsiblings for several years to know that as  overbearing as they are, they would never go as far as to hurt their friends. 

Reluctantly, he picks up the Easter Egg basket again and stops at the slide door. He uses his paws to slide it open, and outside was a plethora of Dalmatian siblings playing about on the grass, celebrating their Easter in their own way. Some of them wore bunny hoods and  hopped around, while others played a nice simple game of Easter Egg hunting. 

Da Vinci was spending her own time painting each Easter Egg in different colorful patterns while DJ played low-fi springtime music playlist on his sound mixer to make their holiday livelier.

Dimitri 1 and 2 on the other paw were tossing easter eggs over to Dimitri 3 to see how many he could juggle, while Dawkins was bust designing a blueprint for a robotic toy bunny for his younger siblings to interact with.

All in all, the Dalmatian family were having a thrilling time celebrating the most wonderful holiday during the time of Spring, unaware of the fox's presence.

It's no biggie, Fergus thought to himself.

These ankle-biters haven't noticed you in the bunny  outfit yet. I'll just set my paw on the soft grass, be casual, blend in, not attract any attention and step back inside unnoticed. Simple.

Fergus could only hope that this plan will go without a hinge and relief Fergus of any further humiliation than what he's suffering in. Nervously, he slowly sets his paw on the grass, going  virtually unnoticed. So far, so good. The fox still has the sneaky nature beside him. He just needs to not make much noise and get caught being seen in such an embarrassing predicament--

"Heya, faaammm!!" Dolly hollered out, causing Fergus to jump and almost losing control of balancing the colorful eggs in the basket.

OH, FOR THE LOVE OF DOG!! REALLY, DOL'!? Fergus growled in his thoughts.

The spotted siblings stop their activities altogether upon hearing their eldest stepsibling's holler and shifted their attention toward her and Fergus. The poor Fox froze in fear.

"You will not believe who came to visit~!" Dolly presented the flustered fox, fully dressed in the pink easter bunny costume in a huge "Ta-da" fashion to her brothers and sisters.

Fergus gulped as he braced himself for his impending doom. Not long after a moment or two, the backyard was already filled with the sound of cheering and overjoyed barking among the  crowd of siblings.

"It's the Easter Bunny!!" Dizzy hollered with delight.

"He's here! He's here!" Dee-Dee cheered after her. 

Following her was a clamor of a hundred excited, spotty rascals chattering at once.

"Easter bunny! Easter bunny!"

"Whatcha get? Whatcha get for us?"

"Hey, stop pushing! I wanna see!"

"Hug the bunny! Hug the bunny!"

Of course, Fergus has to admit, it was not as bad as being laughed at by Dolly, but nevertheless, still a humiliating position to be in.

Welp... Fergus' pessimistic thoughts carried on. If I'm gonna go out there lookin' like an idiot, I might as well make it a good show. For these adorable ankle-biters.

Now having resigned to his imminent fate, he inhales through his nostrils and lets out another heavy sigh. Fergus assumes his position, puts on a fake smile while keeping the basket gripped in his mouth. He positions himself, sitting on his haunches, so that he's  standing like a real rabbit and proceeds to hop into the backyard. With each small leap in he air, he bounces across the soft grass with his own two foxy hindfeet. In turn, he earns himself another round of laughter from Dolly, who's standing right behind him watching the pathetic display before her.

And in no time flat, Fergus suddenly found himself swarmed in a sea of Dalmatians, as they crowd around him, shoving each other trying to give him a hug. Triple D were the first to make their remarks.

"OMD! You are so like"... Dallas cried.

"Tots ADORBS, Mr. Bunny!" Destiny added.

"Cuteness overload!" Deja Vu came in last.

In the meantime, Diesel popped out from underneath the burrows next to Fergus to interject.

"I heard the Easter Bunny is a super-fast tunnel dweller who digs 10000 tunnels a day around the world just to deliver plenty of kibble and doggy treats!" The digger pup spouted the facts enthusiastically.

"That's even more than I can dig!"

"Mr. Easter Bunny! How do you do all of that?" The curious Dizzy asked.

"Tell us, Mr. Bunny! We really got to know!" Her lop-eared sidekick Dee-Dee begged, desperately clutching her paws around Fergus' foreleg.

Meanwhile, the older siblings were observing the adorable sight of their younger siblings experiencing up-close interaction with the 'Easter Bunny'.

"Wait... that Easter bunny looks just like Fergus," Da Vinci eyes squinted in suspicion, as she watched Fergus getting literally dog-piled by her younger siblings from afar.

"Strange", a perplexed Dawkins said, tapping his chin in puzzlement.

"I don't think it's scientifically possible for rabbits to genetically develop a canine muzzle, let alone a fox's during their growth. This is obviously a rare case."

"Of course, it isn't, Dawkins. I think that Easter bunny is Fergus", DJ added, being one of the several pups to already recognize the fox in bunny's clothing.

"Wow! Fergus looks like he's been having his own string of bad luck," Dante said, somewhat feeling pity for the foxy victim."

"Huh. Looks like I'm not the only one then."

"Look at it this way, dear brother", Deepak said, reassuringly.

"Fergus' actions show that he'd do anything to make our family happy. I believe that his predicament may be a blessing for us... and maybe for him."

With all of the cute, fluffy chaos happening in the backyard, Dylan watches through the camera lens, recording every adorable detail in sight. It wasn't long after Dylan held himself together with Dolly, Sid and Big Fee laughing their heads off at their foxy friend, did he burst  into a fit of laughter as well.

"O-ho, man! This is too rich. Looks like this Easter is gonna be written up in the archives, eh bro?" Dolly guffawed, slapping his stepbrother on the back and wiping a tear.

"I think I'll be remembering this one for a looooooong time!"

"It's not just us, Sis! I think everyone will have something to cherish their memories with", Dylan laughed. "And I got it all on footage! ~"

Meanwhile, Fergus was able to resurface from the sea of Dalmatians he was buried deep in. He took a moment to drop his happy-bunny facade to glare at the two stepsiblings who had  gotten their way and his two Canal goons who weren't helpful in the slightest.

Of course, this whole shebang didn't turn out bad as Fergus had made it out to be at all. At the end, he was glad to make Dylan and Dolly's siblings happy in his reluctant cooperation with the two step siblings. Doug and Delilah would no doubt be pleased about what the fox did, though they're sure to be in stitches when they see the recording later on.

Fergus though was still miffed over how the two sly top dogs played him dirty and is forcing him to endure all of this.

And yet, a glint of mischief could be seen in Fergus' eyes, which hinted strongly that the sly fox may have some kind of sweet payback brewing in his clever mind for next year.

Thought you can get away with making me your Easter Bunny of the year, eh D-dawgs? Fergus' thoughts took over again. 

Well, enjoy your taste of victory while you can! You may think you've hustled ole' Fergus here, but this fox never forgets. I'm gonna get even with you two next Easter! Just. You. Wait.

Of course, he may have to think over what went wrong with his bet. But first, there was a number of spotty ankle biters that he plans to snuggle with...

-FIN-

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

“‘Rather Lose Leg Than Go To Pen,’ Police Quote Him,” Toronto Star. August 7, 1942. Page 2. ---- Richard Dickenson, Shot by Detective, Objected to Having Bullet Removed --- ELECTS JURY TRIAL --- A Police Court, City Hall, Magistrate Gullen Facing charges of having two loaded revolvers, burglar’s tools, theft, and receiving of a motor car and receiving two picks and crowbars, Richard Dickenson elected trial by a jury. He was committed.

Kenneth Green and Sidney Birt, jointly charged, were committed for trial last week.

B. A. Pennock stated his car was stolen from Dovercourt Rd. July 11.

‘Det.-Sergt. Richardson and I were on Landsdowne Ave about midnight July 18,’ testified Det. H. Hodgson. ‘We saw the car that had been reported stolen in a vacant lot. While Det.-Sergt. Richardson was parking the police car, I took up observation on the stolen car. In a few minutes three men approached the car and entered. I recognized Green and Birt, I could not identify the third man.

‘They saw me and ran. I fired one shot. They ran up a lane and got away Green and Birt were picked up shortly afterwards. Searching the car we found the burglar’s tools and loaded revolvers. The revolvers were wrapped in a handkerchief with a laundry mark 103,’ the detective said.

Det.-Sergt. J. Nimmo related visiting the home of Dickenson Aug. 1. ‘I examined his leg and found a wound at the rear of the left leg. Det. Ed Tong and I took him in a hosital and had him examined. They found a bullet in his leg. He refused to have it taken out. I told him that he might lose his leg. He replied that he would rather lose his leg than go to Kingston. Later he admitted that he was wounded about two weeks previously when chased by a police officer,’ Nimmo stated.

Det.-Sergt. Richardson stated he saw accused Aug. 1. ‘The shirt he was wearing had the laundry mark 103 as did a handkerchief he had. This was the number on the handkerchief found in the stolen car,’ witness concluded.

‘This is not a case for probation. You have a record, and stealing from one’s employers is a serious offence. No restitution has been made,’ said the Magistrate in A court, in the case of Clifford W. Clifford, appearing for sentence on a charge of stealing about $200 from a dairy firm.

He was sentenced to four months definite and three months indefinite. Evidence was given at a previous hearing.

In the case of Edward August who pleaded guilty of receiving milk tickets knowing them to have been stolen, his worship said it was a mean thing to do. August was given suspended sentence and put on three months’ probation.

‘I wish to point out accused was in the army and discharged as medically unfit,’ said Crown Attorney Malone.

Detective John Standing related finding seven milk tickets on accused belonging to different dairies. ‘He told me he bought them from a boy,’ said witness.

Ben. SIlver pleaded guilty of recording and registering bets in a house on Harbord St. and was fined $200 or two months and was sentenced to serve 15 days.

‘Entering the place with other officers I found three sheets of paper with bets totalling $950,’ said P.C. John Mullin.

[rocknrollflames]

Oh, my gosh.

I could watch this over and over again.

I mean, it hurts, but I could do it.

Sweet Child and P.C. - probably the best Izzy has ever looked.

I absolutely love Izzy's wavy, feathered, face-framing-mullet.

And the red pants are definitely the best pants he has ever worn. Ever. Wish he had worn them more.

Guns N Roses - Paradise City, 1987

[maya-chirps]

Classmate

by Hambog ng Sagpro Krew ft. Winhope

From something so culturally and historically rich to something that's just culturally interesting and uh... very 2010. This song comes from a very specific subculture that I'll explain a bit later down below but understand that as a child I listened to this ironically but I definitely know that most people didn't I think. Either way, it's still a pretty nostalgic song today for most people, me included.

Classmate

Yeah, this is my song, for you, classmate

(Hold on, you're studying?) Yeah (Dumbass, what's your degree?) Astronaut (Why astronaut?) I'm going to the sun (The sun? It's hot there, ah) Idiot, well then, I'll go there at night Hold on, hold on, I still have to make a song, eh Okay, game, Hambog ng Sagpro Krew, hehe

At the very first day, I've already loved you, ah Why is this how I'm feeling It's not like I've known you very well Eh, whatever? As long as I love you

On the first day of school, I was at school My uniform's cool, maybe I'll cause a scene Of course, there's now new chicks who enrolled But some of 'em, look like they're for Shake, Rattle and Roll[1], oh But there's one who catches my attention A woman who was eating alone in the canteen Then I became ecstatic and even happier When I learned that my crush, turned out to be my classmate, haha

Now I'm going to try to make a move Don't care if she'll be sassy or snobby As long as I get to say my smooth line "In the exam of my heart, did you know that you passed?" But hold on, your name, I still don't know "Hey, mister, quiet down*", shut up, Ma'am[2] Anyway, I still don't know your holy name But can I, just call you "love"?

At the very first day, I've already loved you, ah Why is this how I'm feeling It's not like I've known you very well Eh, whatever? As long as I love you

Second subject, we're there by the lab I'm not listening, I'm just staring at love Yeah, I really love you now, L-O-V-E I can't feel tired even if we do P.E. If the topic's P.C.[3], this ain't easy That's why you're busy, but I'm gonna still squeeze into Your time even if you get annoyed Because you're the one that gets my heart full during recess

If my heart would be a school, you would be the principal Because it only follows what it loves I'm better than the top student when I see you You're the solution to the math problem Multiplied by trust and love equals forever And there's nothing that could divide the two of us Because in the history book[4], we've been assigned

At the very first day, I've already loved you, ah Why is this how I'm feeling It's not like I've known you very well Eh, whatever? As long as I love you

I keep refusing my squad whenever they say "Let's cut classes" Because my mission when I go to school, for us to be together They'll just ask me out to billiards nearby Why would I go with them when next to me is heaven? Isn't my reasoning right? In school, that's the only place I get to be next to you If you're my seatmate, I don't want to be absent I wish we could just stay here and never go home

Damn, have I gone crazy? Oh, no, shit[5] In my homework, quiz, and exam, your name is the answer I'm always looking for your essence and presence Because you complete the nonsense sentence That's why I won't be absent, you're the angel God sent Is my accent okay? Of course, always present I never go missing at school, always landing[6] Because you are the reason why I work hard

At the very first day, I've already loved you, ah Why is this how I'm feeling It's not like I've known you very well Eh, whatever? As long as I love you

You're different from the rest, you can say a different class And thank you because you became my classmate And now you're the subject in this rap of mine If I never met you, I'd likely drop out Because I'm a lazy lad sick of school But you're a student there that's why it's not useless I made a project, a poem to be read It's not for Ma'am, I'm submitting it to you

I hope I would pass for you I hope you review too because I'm expecting you And with loving you, I didn't study for that Because I naturally and quickly felt it My beloved classmate, I hope you would think That your sweet "yes"I would treat as my diploma And before you get separated from me during summer break The school year that you're with me in my heart, it would leave a mark

At the very first day, I've already loved you, ah Why is this how I'm feeling It's not like I've known you very well Eh, whatever? As long as I love you

You gave me joy That's why I want, you to always be there I hope that even when we're apart (classmate) You would remember me (because)

At the very first day, I've already loved you, ah Why is this how I'm feeling It's not like I've known you very well Eh, whatever? As long as I love you

Alternative Translations and Additional Context

Shake, Rattle, and Roll is a horror anthology series that used to premier near-yearly as a movie that has three short films within it (Liwag, 2021). The movie series has been around since 1984 and, as of 2024, has 16 total movies with a total of 48 short films (Aguja, 2023). In this lyric, the rapper is likening his female classmates with the monsters and ghouls in the film series.

Female teachers in the Philippines are most likely to be called "Ma'am" while male teachers are often called "Sir".

I believe P.C. in this context means "personal computer" so he's referring to computer class because I doubt that he was referring to "political correctness" especially since that's not a term used in the Philippines when talking about politics.

The word he uses is "sibika" which more literally translates to "civics" but this specifically refers to the history part of Civics and Culture class. He's most likely refering to how the two of them had been assigned by history or fate.

The word that he actually uses here is "lagot" which most accurately means "I'm in trouble." but simply saying shit has the same energy to it.

He says "lumalapag" which means landing although I don't know what the hell he means by this.

Random Trivia

This song was created as part of the Philippine hipster subculture known as "Jejemon", a portmanteau of the word "jeje" which is a way to type in laughter in text and "pokemon", which was popular during the late 2000s to the early 2010s.

The Jejemon subculture, with its members being called as "Jejemons" or simply "Jejes", started from a specific type of texting language that had stemmed from older text service providers where each text would cost a fee. This caused people, and specifically younger individuals, to create texting shortcuts to avoid paying unnecessary fees (Lim, 2010). This texting lingo evolved to a later texting style that went from "r u gud" to something like "4rH3 yOUh 6()ODd?" (Jejenator, n.d.). Besides the texting style, which some people may refer to as "Jejenese", people who participated in this subculture had their own fashion, slang, and music (Marcoleta, 2010).

Hambog ng Sagpro Krew is one of the most well-known musicsians to be part of this subculture with their songs such as "Classmate" and "Facebook" being some of ttheir most popular ones in this specific genre. Although not having an official release in an album and only being mainly known from music videos and audio from YouTube, these two songs were later included in their 2022 album "2011 Jejemon".

Original Lyrics

Yeah, kanta ko 'to, para sa 'yo, classmate

(Teka, nagaaral ka ba?) Oo (Ulol, ano'ng course mo?) Astronaut (Ba't astronaut?) Pupunta ako sa araw (Sa araw? Mainit do'n, ah) Gago, eh 'di, gabi ako pupunta ro'n Teka, teka, may gagawin pa 'kong kanta, eh Okay, game, Hambog ng Sagpro Krew, hehe

Unang araw pa lang, minahal na kita, ah Bakit ba ganito ang aking nadama? 'Di man kita lubusan pang kilala Eh, ano naman? Basta mahal kita

Unang araw sa school, ako'y nasa eskuwelahan Yuniporme ay cool, baka may maeksenahan Siyempre, mayro'ng bagong chicks ngayon nag-enroll Kaso 'yung iba, mukhang pang-Shake, Rattle and Roll, oh Pero iisa ang agaw-pansin Isang babaeng kumakain mag-isa sa canteen Tapos lalo pa 'kong natuwa at lalong sumaya No'ng nalaman ko ang crush ko, classmate ko pala, haha

Ngayon nga madiskartehan Wala akong paki kung magtaray o mag-inarte 'yan Basta gusto ko lang sabihin salitang nakakasado "Sa exam ng puso ko, alam mo ba ika'y pasado?" Pero teka lang, pangalan mo, 'di ko pa alam "Hoy, mister, 'wag kang maingay", tumahimik ka, Ma'am Anyway, 'di ko pa rin alam pangalan mong banal Pero puwede ba, tawag ko na lang sa 'yo "Mahal"?

Unang araw pa lang, minahal na kita, ah Bakit ba ganito ang aking nadama? 'Di man kita lubusan pang kilala Eh, ano naman? Basta mahal kita

Second subject, ando'n kami sa may lab Hindi ako nakikinig, titig ako kay my love Oo, love na nga kita, L-O-V-E 'Di ko dama ang pagod ko kahit na mag-P.E. 'Pag topic ay P.C., ito'y hindi easy Kaya ika'y busy, pero ako'y sisingit Pa rin sa oras mo kahit ikaw ay mainis Kasi ikaw bumubusog sa puso ko kapag recess

Kung eskuwelahan ang puso ko, ikaw ang principal Dahil sinusunod lamang nito kaniyang minamahal Daig ko pa ang first honor kapag nakita kita Ikaw solution sa problem sa matematika Ng buhay ko, kasi ikaw plus ako equals for better Multiplied by tiwala at love equals forever At wala nang puwedeng mag-divide sa ating dalawa Kasi sa aklat ng sibika, tayo'y nakatalaga

Unang araw pa lang, minahal na kita, ah Bakit ba ganito ang aking nadama? 'Di man kita lubusan pang kilala Eh, ano naman? Basta mahal kita

Tumatanggi ako sa tropa 'pag sinabing "Cutting tayo" Kasi misyon ko sa 'king pagpasok, maging tayo Yayayain lang nila 'ko sa bilyarang kalapitan Bakit pa 'ko do'n sasama kung sa 'yong tabi, kalangitan? 'Di ba tama aking katuwiran? Sa eskuwelahan, do'n lang kita natatabihan Kapag ikaw ang seatmate ko, ayoko nang lumisan Sana dito na lang tayo at walang uwian

Damn, baliw na ba 'ko? Hay, naku, lagot Sa 'king assignment, quiz, at exam, pangalan mo sagot Lagi kong hinahanap ang 'yong essence at presence Kasi kinukumpleto mo ang nonsense na sentence Kaya 'di na a-absent, you're the angel God sent Ayos ba ang accent? Siyempre laging present 'Di nawawala sa school, laging lumalapag Kasi ikaw ang dahilan kung ba't ako nagsisipag

Unang araw pa lang, minahal na kita, ah Bakit ba ganito ang aking nadama? 'Di man kita lubusan pang kilala Eh, ano naman? Basta mahal kita

Ika'y iba sa lahat, masasabing ibang klase At salamat sapagkat ika'y aking naging kaklase At ikaw ngayon ang subject dito sa aking rap Kung hindi ka nakilala, malamang ako'y na-drop Kasi tamad akong binatang sawa sa 'skuwelahan Ngunit ikaw ay estudyante do'n kaya may kuwenta 'yan Gumawa ako ng project, tulang ipapabasa 'Di ito para kay Ma'am, sa 'yo ko 'to 'papasa

Sana pumasa ako sa 'yo Sana mag-review ka rin na umaasa 'ko sa 'yo At ang mahalin kita, hindi ko 'yon pinag-aralan Dahil nadama ko 'yon nang kusa at agad-agaran Classmate kong mahal, sana maisip mo na Matamis mong "oo" ang 'tuturing kong diploma At bago ka mawalay sa 'kin sa bakasyon School year na kasama ka sa puso ko, babakas 'yon

Unang araw pa lang, minahal na kita, ah Bakit ba ganito ang aking nadama? 'Di man kita lubusan pang kilala Eh, ano naman? Basta mahal kita

nagbigay ng kaligayahan Kaya ang nais ko, ikaw ay lagi lang na nandiyaan Sana kahit tayo ay magkalayo (classmate) Maalala mo ako (dahil)

Unang araw pa lang, minahal na kita, ah Bakit ba ganito ang aking nadama? 'Di man kita lubusan pang kilala Eh, ano naman? Basta mahal kita

References

Aguja, J. (2023, December 6). ‘Shake, Rattle and Roll’ makes decent return with ‘Extreme’. The Freeman. Retrieved on 28 September 2024, from https://www.philstar.com/the-freeman/cebu-entertainment/2023/12/06/2316802/shake-rattle-and-roll-makes-decent-return-extreme

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Lim, R. (2010, April 27). How do you solve a problem like the Jejemons?. Manila Bulletin Publishing Corporation. Retrieved on 28 September 2024, from https://web.archive.org/web/20120915034630/http://www.mb.com.ph/articles/254784/how-do-you-solve-a-problem-jejemons

Liwag, J. (2021, October 31). Pridyider, undin, and all scares in between: 5 ‘Shake, Rattle & Roll’ favorites. Rappler. Retrieved on 28 September 2024, from https://www.rappler.com/entertainment/movies/shake-rattle-and-roll-scary-movie-favorites/

Marcoleta, H. (2010, April 24). >Jejemons: The new ‘jologs’. Inquirer LIfestyle Beta. Retrieved on 28 September 2024, from https://web.archive.org/web/20100427084817/http://lifestyle.inquirer.net/2bu/2bu/view/20100424-266068/gtJejemons-The-new-jologs

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Lake Erie Was Where We Got Alphabet Soup

(Sequel to "Nugget Barks At Lindsay Transforming Into Pam")

Nugget's head was now covered in blond hair sand. Pam, formerly known as Lindsay, and her husband, P. Carrington were walking along the beach. Jaybird flew like a seagull, squawked at 100 decibels, and took a quick white shit in the water. Rollo was strolling with his dog, Cody. Cody barked. Nugget barked. Patches meowed.

A yellow sponge with a clown face laughed a high-pitched clown laugh. Letters of the alphabet flew up in the air.

Then a deep voice of a black crab with scurvy shouted, "Are ya ready, fools?!"

Childish fish yelled, "Yeh, Yeh, Nickel!"

The black crab shouted, "I can't hear you!"

Childish fish yelled, "Nickel, we said Yeh Yeh!"

The black crab shouted, "Aaaaaaaah! What is this bullshit under this sea!?"

Then childish fish shouted, "SpongeButt SquarePoop."

"Circumsized, dickpee, and elongated is he!" the black crab shouted.

The childish fish shouted, "SpongeBalls SquareFish!"

"If nautical guffaw is humbug you wish," the black crab shouted.

The childish fish shouted, "SpongeBoob SquidInks!"

"Then jump on the deck and kick like a fish," the black crab shouted.

The childish fish shouted, "SpongeBod SquareLungs!"

"Ready!!!!!" the black crab shouted and farted like a tuba.

"Mama Nugget, O Poopaloop Q-Ra-Shu!" an Italian bear shouted before he turned his butt to the childish fish, farted forcefully, and blew them away with his butt.

"SpongeBear SquareToots! SpongeBear SquareToots! SpongeBear!!! SquareToots!" the childish fish shouted before they were blown into Ursula the SeaBitch's mouth. She ate them and giggled.

Vixie, a pomeranian chihuahua mix, played a flute before she barked.

Wally the Walrus the Bear the Pig fell from the sky into the ocean, and the ocean bubbled and was full of big waves.

Xara heard SpongeBear SquareToots laughing maniacally in the background.

Yamato, Xara's ex-boyfriend from a past life, was walking along the beach with a bored look on his "deer in headlights" face while he walked his golden retriever. The golden retriever barked.

Nugget barked. Cody barked. Vixie barked.

My Indian friend, Z, happened to be on that beach with his brother, Fez. They laughed when they saw a fat pink starfish land on P.C's back.

Sandy Cheeks, a sea squirrel, jumped out of the water, growled, and attacked Pamela Anderson, a busy blonde woman in a banana yellow bikini. We heard blood-curdling screams but did nothing.

"WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK IS GOING ON???!!!" P.C. yelled with lungs that were stronger than Tarzan.

S.C. growled as she ate P.A.'s hair. P.A. screamed bloody murder.

"I am Pam," the dumbass pink starfish said in a dumbass voice.

"I am Pam as well," a male fish said.

"I am also Pam," a big shark cheerleader woman said.

"My name is SpongePam SquareThenas," S.B. said with his trademark laugh. He sounded like a nasely Tom Kenny.

"W-W-WHY THE ACTUAL FUCK IS EVERYONE NAMED PAM?????" P. C. shouted into the Heavens.

J and his flock of seagulls flew erratically, squawked, and unloaded their bird butts on everyone.

C, N, and V barked and chased after the birds.

Patches meowed and chased after the birds.

P just realized that they created the current North American English Standard Alphabet.

A sailor man then jumped off a huge ship and handed everyone cans of spinach.

P and X looked at the sailor man known as PP. X asked PP, "Where the fuck's the corn?"

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Understanding Your Right to Remain Silent in the U.S: Essential Insights for Non-Citizens

Navigating the complexities of the U.S. legal system can be daunting, especially for non-citizens who may not be familiar with all the rights afforded to them. Whether or not you’re a U.S. citizen, one of your fundamental rights under the Constitution is the right to remain silent. This right, protected by the Fifth Amendment, is more than just a line from your favorite legal drama—it’s a critical legal safeguard.

The Power of Silence: Protecting Yourself from Self-Incrimination

The Fifth Amendment provides a crucial shield, allowing you to refuse to answer questions or provide information that could potentially incriminate you. This right is universally applicable, protecting both U.S. citizens and non-citizens within the country’s borders. For non-citizens, the stakes are even higher as any missteps could jeopardize your immigration status.

The Strategic Use of Silence: Safeguarding Against Self-Incrimination

Under the Fifth Amendment, you are granted the power to safeguard your own words from being used against you in criminal proceedings. This protection is crucial for everyone within U.S. borders, including non-citizens whose residency status may be at risk.

When dealing with law enforcement, it is vital to know how to assert this right effectively. A proactive declaration such as, “I am exercising my Fifth Amendment rights,” or simply, “I wish to remain silent,” clearly states your intent. It is crucial to emphasize that choosing to remain silent should not be misconstrued as deceit or wrongdoing. Rather, it is a lawful means of protecting yourself until you can seek legal advice.

Why Non-Citizens Should Be Particularly Vigilant

For non-citizens, understanding and asserting your legal rights is vital. Misunderstandings or incorrect information provided during interactions with law enforcement can have severe consequences, such as deportation or the loss of immigration benefits. By being informed and prepared, you can protect yourself against unintended implications and bolster your position within the legal system.

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"BROKE GLASS, WALL GOT $9, SUIT, 'PEN'," Toronto Star. February 9, 1943. Page 28. --- James Fox Given Two Years - Anthony Del Grande 4 Years on 7 Counts ---- HOMES ENTERED ---- "A" Police Court, at the City Hall, Magistrate Browne. "You have a long criminal record and you are not improving any." So Magistrate Browne told James H. Fox [pictured] after he pleaded guilty to two charges of shopbreaking. He was sent to Kingston penitentiary for two years.

Fox was apprehended by P.C. George McKeown in a store on Queen St. W. at 5 a.m., Feb. 4. "I was passing a clothing store when I noticed a man inside and the door locked. Investigating I found a window in a hamburger next door broken. I entered and found the wall between the two premises was smashed. I found the accused hiding in the cellar."

The constable said Fox took $9.35 from a machine in the hamburger and a suit of clothes from next door. "He was wearing the new suit and left his old one on the floor," the officer concluded.

Constable McKeown was highly commended by the court for his work in arresting the accused. Fox had nothing to say in court.

In sending Anthony Del Grande to penitentiary for four years on seven charges of receiving stolen goods Magistrate Browne said: "Your record shows that you have been pursuing a life of crime for years. Thousands of dollars worth of goods have been stolen from decent citizens and very little recovered."

Detective Art Keay, who arrested accused on Jarvis St. Jan. 23, was commended by the court. The officer was off duty when he recognized Del Grande.

Detective A. Taylor who questioned accused, said that during December and January seven homes in Toronto, Long Branch and New Toronto were entered and "several thousand dollars worth" of clothing and jewelry taken, of which "very little" had been recovered.

STOLE PLANE PARTS ---- County Police Court, at the City Hall - Magistrate Keith. Charged with stealing airplane parts from de Haviland Aircraft Co., where he was employed, Michael Babij pleaded guilty and was remanded until Feb. 12 for sentence.

Det. George Wilson. North York, said he arrested Babij leaving the plant after work. "Babij had an airplane tail wheel, hub and tire. Accused said he had taken the parts for an experiment at home to im- prove the wheel. I asked him." the

officer said, "why he did not obtain permission. He replied he did not wish to reveal his ideas for fear of not receiving proper credit."

"I have previously made tools that were adopted for use and was never credited," accused said. "My only desire is to contribute to furthering the industry in Canada."

"You are paid to do a certain job and if there is no one to whom you can go with ideas that does not justify you taking material which doesn't belong to you," Magistrate Keith said,

BROKE INTO STORE ---- "B" Police Court, at the City Hall. Magistrate McNish. Arthur Paton denied a charge of breaking into the store and home of Louis Rose, College St., and stealing a purse containing $38. He was convicted, however, and remanded until Feb. 16 for sentence at the request of Crown Counsel F. I. Malone, who pointed out accused had a record dating back to 1924.

[AL: Fox had three previous penitentiary convictions, going back to 1932. 40, divorced, a commercial labourer since his last release in 1942, he also had served nine terms in Ontario reformatories. This time around he was convict #7211 at Kingston Penitentiary, and mostly worked in the stone cutters and masons. He had three reports to his name, but earned most of his remission and was released in September 1944.]

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a.s will p.c get me pregnant this year?? thankkk you! 💘💕

hello there!

i will be honest, i see a very big yes for this as there will be numerous opportunities for it! you've been wishing for this and so i see that in a couple of months it could happen so!

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I Can't Wait For ~ Out of the Dawn by P.C. Cast (Can't-Wait Wednesday/Waiting on Wednesday) #CWW #WOW @wishfulendings

Can’t-Wait Wednesday is a weekly meme hosted at Wishful Endings, to spotlight and discuss the books we’re excited about that we have yet to read. Generally they’re books that have yet to be released. It’s based on Waiting on Wednesday, hosted by the fabulous Jill at Breaking the Spine. If you’re continuing with WOW, feel free to link those up as well! Find out more here. I love P.C. Cast, but,…