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mysterylover123 · 4 years ago

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Mysterylover watches Bleach episodes 203-206 “Aizen Returns to Save the Anime”

1. I gotta tell ya’ll, episode 203′s title has got me excited. Sadly, we’re opening up with more Nnoitra, but given that title some of his rambling here may be plot relevant.

2. Kenny somehow breaks Hime’s healing Bubble with a kick. WAH. Anyway he mad at ichi. But from the sound of things we’re heading back to Karakura town!

3. AND THEN SOME DUDE FROM NOWHERE SHOWS UP AND TAKES HIME JUST LIKE THAT. WOW. AND SHE’S SQUARING OFF WITH AIZEN. LIKE 2 SECONDS AND ALL OF A SUDDEN WE’RE BACK TO THE MAIN PLOT.

4. UH. Aizen are you about to make out with her. He’s getting so up close to her and whispering in her ear. Like. What. And dayum he is pretty sexy. Just dunno why but that haircut is nice.

5. AIZEN IS DOING SOMETHING. THE WHOLE CREW CAN HEAR HIM. THE MAIN VILLAIN IS GOING INTO ACTION AND ABOUT TO DO SOMETHING HOLY CRAP THIS IS REALLY EXCITING.

6. INVASION. They’re invading now!!! (Rukia: Where’s Orihime?! instantly. RukiHime’s back.) And apparently Aizen’s done whatever he wanted to do with Hime. That doesn’t sound good.

7. bait what. Hime was bait? For the ‘substitute soul reaper’, they wanted this to happen? This was all according to Keikaku? Wow. I really did not see that coming.

8. But hey Urahara can have Keikaku too! Yay, he was on top of things. (Soi fun is back! And so are Hitsu and Rangiku). They’re all lining up and looking cool to badass music. OOH YES THIS SHOW IS BACK ON TRACK BABIES.

9. Also what is Uryu wearing. He’s in bondage gear. All of a sudden. Did I miss something.

10. A replica of Karakura town? WOW. They really thought of everything. But Azizen knew that too apparently. I’d imagine once the real residents behold that sexy hairdo they’ll end up worshipping him just like the Arrancars and this’ll all end peacefully.

11. I’m obviously not rooting for him and I’m sure the heroes will win somehow. (ULQUIORRA’S BACK YES YAY! FINALLY HE WAS GONE WAY TOO LONG. And he instantly returns to guard duty for Orihime.)

12. And...after the filler break, episode 206 is cutting away from this. GODDAMMIT I WAS GETTING SO HYPED.

13. OR MAYBE NOT CAUSE IT’S AIZEN BACKSTORY TIME. OMG. Young Glasses Dude (his recent badassery has earned him a rename) in soul reaper gear and all. OK MAN. Bring on that backstory angst.

14. My god the glasses just change the look of his whole face so much. From Daddy to someone’s dad. Anyway we have him frolicking around with the folks Ichi was training with a few eps back.

15. There’s a girl who looks so much like Uryu I thought for a se c she was Uryu until she spoke. Also its so weird to hear him being called ‘Sosuke’ instead of OUR MIGHTY LORD AIZEN.

16. BBAizen is now meeting BB short haired Yoruichi. Man they’re all so young here. Also bb Yoru/Soi, who are just as much married then as they are now.

17. I just realized that was young Urahara. Didn’t recognize him with the long hair. Also he apparently can’t clean, and since Yoru and him are friends Soi Fun is naturally getting jealous.

18. And following him around. BB Urahara is a lovable dork BTW. And Soi Fun is pretty adorable in her attempts to make life hard on her rival.

19. Hilariously Yoru thinks Soi fun wants Urahara. Who is actually blushing. AW. THESE BABY SOUL REAPER ROM COM SHENANIGANS ARE AMAZING.

20. And we end with them walking in on a room full of corpses. WHAT. Tone shift. And then back to shenanigans. And Aizen watching Urahara...am I sensing the beginning of a slight crush here?

21. Anyway we’re back to plot. F YES THE PLOT HAS RETURNED.

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noire-pandora · 4 years ago

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Dragon Age Fandom resolutions

Wow, already? Time went fast this month. Let’s see how I did this month.

January 2021:

For writing:

Write at least 5000 words a month for a DA fic (Keeping track with the sprint bot and a Google docs sheet)

Results:

Well, shit, 17.332 words. This month was good with me. I got to write a lot and I didn’t even forced myself to do it. I’m glad I find the time to sneak some writing between work and family life.

Publish at least 1 DA work once at every three months. (Ao3/Tumblr will be the whiteness)

Results

I wrote 10 short stories this month, all of them for #storiesofthedas prompt list from Twitter. I had a lot of fun and I got more feedback than I expected. Plus, the people on Twitter actually spoke to me about the stories after reading them??? This never happened to me until now so wow, I am really grateful and amazed.

For reading:

Read at least one DA new fic/new chapter a week:

Results

I’ve read almost all the works for the #storiesofthedas, the three long stories I follow on AO3, the Satinalia exchange stories from BTV. I need to make a list with the things I read.

Read a full book once a month (if over 500 pages, a book at every 2 months)

Results.

The book I am reading now, Heir of Novron by Michael J. Sullivan has 924 pages. Currently. I have read 763. I think I will be done with it this weekend. Yay!

Others:

-Take a full break from any media at least once a month (the 10th of every month)

Results:

I completely forgot about this. I frolicked around the net with no problems. I spoke on discord, wrote and published a short story. Welp. I feel like I will fail a lot to do this.

In conclusion I did much more than I expected in January. But this is just the first month of 2021, I’m so curious if in April it will go the same.

Thank you @hangedmandisc for this fun way to make resolutions!

#resolutions2021 #dafanres2021 #noire's progress january

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ghostprincess · 5 years ago

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Sweet Things, Ch. 1 (Mysterio x Reader)

I finally got around to posting something. Yay! This has been stirring around my brain for a while, since before the movie came out, and I’m glad I can characterize Quentin as mostly canon. This series’ title will be based off of “Sweet Things” by The Pretty Reckless because I love that song and couldn’t think of a better title.

Summary: Mysterio kidnaps Y/N Parker as leverage against Peter, as well as because he has taken a liking to her. But the longer she stays with him, the more twisted her reality becomes, until it’s nothing but him. Will Peter be able to save her before it’s too late? Dark!fic, Stockholm Syndrome, dub-con, etc.

Warnings: ffh spoilers, violence, drug/tranquilizer use (but that happens in the movie), uhhh Mysterio is his own warning so??

The notion of chaperoning my brother’s field trip did not strike me as exciting. I dreaded the long flight and the presence of hormonal teenagers. Add in all the shared trauma from the “blip” and it all seemed to create a hearty concoction of disaster.

However, I was pleasantly surprised to find that the trip was not as bad as I thought it would be. One of the new superheroes, Mysterio, had been helping Peter and what was left of SHIELD to destroy a new threat against the planet. He was a man named Quentin, a warrior from another dimension, who had lost his family and his entire planet to these creatures. I guess shared trauma wouldn’t be the word to use here, but given my history of losing my entire family for five years, we had some things in common that made him almost magnetic.

Besides the disastrous attacks of the impossibly terrifying Elementals and the looming threat of the earth’s destruction, I was having a pretty okay time. It wasn’t that Mysterio was pure eye candy… though he was… but he had a very unique personality that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. Ever since the night I met him, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. His presence was electric, and although he was righteous and tortured and brave, something seemed… off. I suppose that happens when you have to put on a facade to save a planet that isn’t even yours, though. I couldn’t imagine what he’d been through, or how he somehow hid the pain behind his piercing azure blue eyes.

The sudden sounds of laughter and joyous screams pierced the air around me, pulling me from my daydream and putting me on edge. I was stationed on the grounds of the carnival in order to help the innocent civilians escape the attack that was about to break out. The night seemed normal and fun, as it should be; but I knew that would all end soon.

Peter’s voice suddenly murmured electronically into my earpiece, confirming his position to Fury and Mysterio.

“Peter, please be careful,” I whispered into the comm, stomach doing backflips. I couldn’t lose him again.

“I know, I will, Y/N,” he responded before being interrupted by Fury’s irritated voice. I took the earpiece out and turned it off, knowing that if I listened to them fight I would either get extremely anxious or accidentally distract them with my big mouth.

I dropped the earpiece into my shoulder bag and looked around; no sign of trouble yet, just a seemingly normal night of partying at the carnival. People in masks and colorful clothes ran around excitedly and the smells of popcorn and cotton candy wafted through the air.

No sign of fire or smoke anywhere. Was Beck really sure of the creature’s arrival?

I looked around again, scanning the crowd for any signs of distress, but found nothing. Except.... one of Peter’s friends, the girl he liked, walked past me obliviously.

Shit, they’re supposed to be at the opera!

I reached into my bag to report the unexpected arrival into the earpiece, but was interrupted when the ground shook and I nearly lost my balance. The sounds of cracking and sizzling interrupted the carnival music followed by the horrified screams of the civilians. The wind suddenly transformed into a gust of hot air and a large orange mass began to emerge from the ground.

As the crowd began to scream and run away, chaos broke loose and I was being shoved in the crowd. I pushed back against the swarm of people, desperately trying to push them behind me to safety, making sure I could save as many people as possible.

“Go! Get out of here! Run!” I screamed. A circus tent was mostly blocking my view of the main battle, flashes of molten orange and electric green lighting up the night. The monster’s horrible screams became louder and the ground shook harder as it seemingly gained strength.

The crowd finally parted enough to where I could stand behind a tent and have a good sense of what was going on while staying hidden. I got the last of the crowd out of the way after a few minutes of pushing and shoving them out of the way of falling debris, then stopped to listen to the fight.

The urge to eavesdrop on the comms between Peter and Beck was overwhelming, especially considering that Beck’s laser-energy blasts sounded almost useless against the creature. I desperately hoped Peter was okay, and my knees trembled as a fear-induced nausea began to wash over me. I looked around the side of the tent just as a large green explosion shook the night sky, the energy of the blast pushing me to the ground.

Mysterio had done something huge; possibly lethal by the looks of it. The man was no longer hovering in the air and shooting lasers, and the green lights blinded most of my vision. I shielded my eyes and stayed on the ground until the electric zapping noises died down, and the monster’s wails disappeared.

I looked around the edge of the tent again and saw Peter’s silhouette standing over Beck’s kneeling form, and I immediately ran towards them. He’s okay. He survived.

“Peter!” I yelled in panic, and pulled him into a tight embrace.

“I-I’m okay, a-are you hurt?” he responded, looking crestfallen despite the victory.

“I’m fine. Beck, are you okay?” I asked, reaching a shaky hand out to him.

“Well, now that you’re here, I’m alright.” He half-smirked at me and accepted my hand, pulling himself to his feet, his body slightly twisted in pain. I could almost feel Peter’s eye roll, and I didn’t blame him, though I found myself blushing nonetheless.

“Thank you for having his back,” I smiled, pulling the man into a tight embrace. I pulled away as I remembered seeing MJ and my stomach dropped, knowing I hadn’t seen her while I was evacuating the crowd.

“Oh! Peter, I have to tell you, I saw—“

“Y/N, go back to your base. We’re having a mission debrief and it’s need-to-know,” Fury interrupted from behind me. I startled, not even knowing he was there, then sighed.

“Alright. Peter, call me when you get back,” I said. I nodded at Beck with a sad smile and then turned and began the walk from the destroyed carnival back to the hotel.

Having a younger brother as a superhero had definitely put me in some weird situations, but this has got to be among the top ranked. Especially when said younger brother used to be the same age as me until he was dusted for half a decade. My predicament was unique and exciting but no less terrifying and traumatizing.

When Peter and May had returned, I had been in denial for days, thinking I’d finally gone crazy, until Captain America himself was brought in to explain to me what had happened. Ever since then, I’d been very protective of Peter, knowing that if I lost him again I would truly not survive. Silent tears escaped my eyes and I quickly wiped them away.

He’ll be okay. They did it.

The distressed look in his eyes despite his victory begged to differ, and the thought ate at me relentlessly. What could have been wrong? Was he hurt? My heart rate was through the roof and I could feel the panic setting in as I imagined losing him again.

I entered the hotel and walked straight to my room, slipping past the students and two teachers frolicking around the lobby. MJ passed me in the hallway, looking shaken but unharmed, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

I entered my room, 131, and I shut and locked the door behind me, finally sinking to my knees and allowing myself to hyperventilate. I couldn’t help but wonder whether the monster was really dead; what if it regenerated? What if another one showed up? Peter could’ve been in danger right now for all I knew, he could’ve…

Throughout the night, my thoughts slowly quieted down. I stood in the shower until the hot water ran out, the too-hot temperature being somewhat grounding and cathartic in my state. After I threw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, I got into bed, the exhaustion finally hitting my body.

Knock knock knock.

I startled, sitting up in the bed and flicking on the lamp beside the bed. The clock read 1:42 AM. The knock had come from the window, and I looked up, seeing the figure floating outside my window. Mysterio.

I quickly stood up and walked to the window to slide it open. He floated inside and then landed in front of me, the silvery helmet disappearing. His face showed pity and I looked away, embarrassed that he could read me so easily.

“Peter’s alright, I promise. Just got some verbal backlash from Fury, that’s all.”

“Oh… okay. He never called me when he got back; he got back, right?”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Of course. He said something about talking to a girl he likes, so he’s probably just busy.”

“Oh, okay, that’s… that’s good.” I breathed a sigh of relief, falling back to sit on the edge of my bed.

“But how are you? Are you alright? I know it has to be scary, to have all this happening,” Beck said, putting a soothing hand on my shoulder. I looked up at him. His gaze was soft but calculated, as if he felt pity but knew what I was going to say before I said it.

“I’m fine. I just… can’t lose my brother again. Everything that happened with the snap, it just… it took its toll, I guess.”

Beck sat down next to me and wrapped a comforting arm around me.

“I’m really sorry to have to do this, Y/N.” I looked up at him in confusion.

“What do you m—“ A sharp pain blossomed in the side of my neck and I gasped. Beck pulled the empty syringe out and tucked it into a compartment in his armor, then watched as I tried to stand up. The room was spinning and my body was getting heavier, and I tried to run to the door to escape. What is going on?

Beck grabbed my arm and that was all it took for me to collapse to my knees, my vision slowly fading out. He walked to kneel in front of me and smiled sadly.

“I really am sorry. I’ll explain when you wake up.”

Just then, I heard a frantic banging at the door, and Peter’s voice yelling my name. It sounded distant and echoey, and what direction was it coming from?

“Shhh, don’t want to alert our company,” Beck whispered, and then everything went black.

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nad-zeta · 5 years ago

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Match up ^o^

May I request a Match up, please?

I’m at the part when I have to choose a route and I honestly don’t know/care. So I decided why not let some lovely internet stranger choose for me? Who do you think I would pair the best with?

I also noticed how much effort and detail you put into these so I decided that it was only fair to try to put in just as much effort in requesting. Or maybe I am just extremely vain so blabbering on this much about myself comes naturally (I also wouldn’t be too suprised if this were the case lol). Either way, I apologise for this getting so long. And without further ado, let’s learn about yours truly. Uh, yay?

I will start with my physical appearance because that’s easiest.

First of all, I am rather tall for a woman. Pair that with the fact that I constantly wear boots with 8 centimetre or greater heels and I almost always cap out somewhere above 182 centimetres (that’s 6 feet in American). So yes. I’m not exactly the approachable type, on the account of my height and near constant resting bitch face. I always look pissed off at something (and to be fair, I usually am).

I am a brunette with boring brown eyes. Nothing of note there.

I prefer to walk on my toes, for whatever reason. I also have great posture when I walk and these two factors always make it seem like I am floating. I’ve been told that I always seem very confident and self-assured. Which is complete bullshit because 90% of the time, I am winging it.

I am a dancer (of sorts. More on that later), so I am rather slim and toned. This is literally the only aspect of my physicality that I am actually confident in. The rest of me can burn in hell for all I care.

I am also very touch adverse. I hate the feeling of skin touching my skin it grosses me touch. However. There are a select few people in this world that I accept and enjoy hugs and cuddles from (and who I could snuggle with for hours). If I let anyone cuddle me that means I trust said person unconditionally and feel extremely comfortable around them. It’s essentially the ultimate statement of trust.

Onto personality.

If you can’t already tell, I have about as much dignity as a wet cat. I while I certainly do have an ego, it can be kind of difficult to bruise. Publically, I am absolutely shameless and don’t give two shits about what others think.

I have a tongue of steel and can rapid fire the most atrocious insults and comebacks when provoked. I’m known for my venomous sarcasm and biting wit among my own circles. I have a line for nearly every single situation so one-liners have become my thing. Which works out for me because I am a huge flirt.

I’ll flirt with pretty much anyone regardless of gender, I don’t give a crap. To clarify, it’s not because I am an attention whore (okay, yes. I am a complete attention whore), it’s because I am a theatre kid so excessive eye contact and sexual jokes are kinda where I thrive. I am also not afraid to get questionably lascivious with my flirting if someone tries to out-pace me. I never blush, I never falter, and I never let anyone know that they got the better of me. It shows weakness.

Despite my salacious façade, I am not inherently a sexual person. As a matter of fact, I am quite the opposite. I don’t experience sexual attraction (kudos to my asexual humans. I see you). This has rendered me practically immune to all charm, crushes, and sex appeal. It makes my life a lot easier, in my opinion. I don’t get too attached. I also enjoy messing around with the egos of fuck boys.

As mentioned earlier, I am an attention whore. I love showing off because I crave validation (this could point to some deep seated insecurities about myself that I refuse to acknowledge…. Ahem). Being on stage as where I thrive. And yes, I am a dancer, as I stated earlier. But I am not your conventional prissy ballerina. I am a circus performer. More specifically, I’m an aerialist. I have covered trapeze, contortion (I am unnaturally flexible), lyra, and silks. It’s a lot of fun almost dying every day and finding bruises in the most questionable places (if you cant already tell, I am an adrenaline junkie. I took karate for the first dozen or so years of my life and have recently been searching for more weapons combat classes because apparently I don’t have enough bruises already).

I am not easily impressed. And I don’t give out compliments very often. And that includes myself. I can be unnecessarily hard on myself at times… most of the time. But then again, who isn’t?

As for the side of me that isn’t stark-raving mad, I am usually a pretty objective person. While I have no qualms with discussing emotions (both mine and friend’s. I am a great listener and actually give pretty good advice when it comes to dealing with intense emotions). I tend to avoid letting them interfere with my logic. I look down on those who allow their emotions to dictate their actions. It makes them needlessly reckless.

I am typically a pretty chill person. When I am among people I am unfamiliar with, I tend to stay quiet and try not to rock the boat too much (again, I won’t hesitate to unleash a severe tongue lashing upon any poor soul who happens to rub me the wrong way… Or just happens to exist. I don’t take shit from other people and I hate it when others try to control me. (I don’t play rough, I play smart).

I really enjoy reading, writing, or drawing quietly. I can’t stand loud and excessive noises or people (parties, screaming, concerts). I am a true extroverted introvert. I love being the center of attention and chatting, but I need my alone time. People are exhausting to deal with.

Because of my aversion to loud sounds, I tend to avoid typical dance parties like the plague. While I am very good with mingling and partying in general, I can only keep it up in short bursts before I have to retreat somewhere quiet. This is also the reason I greatly prefer the nighttime (if I had a choice I would sleep all day and only frolick around at night. I just love the dark. It’s comforting in a weird way). I also love the night because that’s when I get to sleep and just peace out on life. It’s kinda like non-committal dying.

I am near constantly on hyper-alert so I am not easily startled. When I do get startled, I have a tendency to squeak, yelp or growl. These noses are purely reactionary sounds but for whatever reason, my friends think that they are absolutely adorable and will go to great lengths to startle me just to hear me make them.

To counteract my friend’s malevolence, I have learnt to be super observant, especially when I feel threatened. Usually, I am caught up on my own world and thoughts. I have an imagination so powerful that I can trick my brain into feeling false sensations such as an extra limb or falling. I much prefer to spend my time in my head rather than our boring reality. But if I feel threatened, or think that another attack is imminent, I instantly become hyper aware. These moments of lucidity enable me to make certain observations others would otherwise be overlooked (for example. I was able to tell when my professor lost her wedding ring due to the discoloration around her ring finger and the habitual and near-constant worrying she did at it. I offered to help her look after class ^.^. I admittedly felt kinda smug when I saw her surprise.) Ironically enough, I like to refer to this mode of thinking as “Sherlocking”. I can be quite the detective when I really try. 9 out of 10 times my friends will come to me when they suspect infidelity, I am pretty good at digging up dirt.

However, I have to make the conscious decision to do this, usually when I am trying to figure someone out or manipulate them into liking me. So this isn’t constant and usually I go about my day like everyone else, blissfully unaware of my surroundings.

Uhh, there is probably more I could cover but this is getting very long as-is and you are probably forcing yourself to get through my seemingly eternal ramblings. So I am going to stop here and go grab myself some food.

Best of luck to you,

-November

Hi there love!<3 you sound like such a cool interesting person! ^_^ Hehehe I probs took so long with this match up that you already chose a new route lol! Anyways thanx for waiting soooooo long for this and I hope ya enjoy it love ^0^ ^_^

I match you with……………………… Masamune

Honestly, it was between Masamune and Mitsuhide for me lol but i eventually decided to go with Masamune

The first time Masamune sees you, his eyes go wide in awe, like wow you are one tall fine lady! He has legit never met anyone so tall. After you were named as chatelaine, you stayed behind with some of the warlords to chat and get to know them better, you are after all going to be seeing their faces every day for the next 3 months.

Right of the bat, Masamune is howling in laughter at the fact that you are way taller than Ieyasu. You, Masamune and Mitsuhide basically tease the poor porcupine for a solid 20 minutes. “My my I never expected such a scary-looking little mouse to be so bubbly and friendly.”

Oooh, this boy just stared a war of wits. Today day was a good day cause your tongue of steel was rapidly firing witty words and sarcastic remarks at the resident kitsune. He almost couldn’t keep up, almost. Masamune was just standing there watching the whole scene unfold, you truly were going to be a lot of fun! Masamune decided to test out that tongue of steel of your and started firing some flirty pick-up line, while unbeknown to him you are the queen of one-liners, and have no shame when it comes lascivious flirting. Masamune, of course, never backs down from a challenge, and he was determined to make you blush. The conversation got so heated that it made even Hideyoshi blush on your behalf. You simply laughed and fired another one of your pick-up lines.

After the little chat in the hallway and a massive speech from mama bear for talking about things that were not PG13, cause of the kids *cough* Mitsunari *cough*, you and Masamune become quick friends. He had never met a woman before that was immune to his boyish wild charm, and handsome sexual appeal. Masamune was definitely popular with the woman, not as popular as Hideyoshi, but he was definitely a fuckboi. As surprised as he was, that his normal antics didn't work on you, his ego wasn’t dented one bit, it just made him more determined to get to know you.

Masamune definitely finds your flirtatious nature attractive, especially when you managed to score the two of you free sweet bun just by flirting with the shop owner, he was, even more, shook when the shop owner was a woman, your flirtation truly knows no bounds. The two of you would spend loads of time together, just going out for tea and sweets while getting to know each other. TBH although Masamune would never admit it, he found it refreshing that you weren't just his friend simply cause he was hot or cause you wanted to climb in stations but because you actually liked him as a person. You and Masamune definitely made an unstoppable team when it came to banquets. The two of you would team up and start teasing everyone there. When you two cuties are together its always a good time with loads of laughter and banter

Masamune discovered that you like him, was an adrenaline junkie. He loved that he finally had someone around that would do stupid shit with him just for the thrill of it. The two of you would go out on adventures 24/7 jumping down waterfalls and hiking up cliffs. The two of you goofball would also dare each other to do the craziest shit. Like one-time Masamune dared you to jump off the castle’s roof onto your balcony, and you freaken did it, no questions asked. Or like the one time you dared him to put his head in Shogetsu mouth, mind you the little cub was now grown into a full-blown tiger

One day you and Masa went to go watch one of Mitsuhide’s undercover performances. The three of you were investigating a shady daimyo in one of the nearby provinces. The three of you disguised yourselves as performers and joined a circus troop as their new dancers. You were so excited, the stage is where you truly come alive. You had promised Masa to show him something that would shock/surprise him after he gave you the grand tour of Azuchi. Today was the day, you had kept your dance and performances a secret from the two men, and now it was finally time to show them what you can do. You had 3 different performances planned. The first one was contortion. To say Masamune was shook would be an understatement he never knew anyone could be so freaken flexible, like wow. Your next performance was aerial dancing, his blue eye gleamed in delight, watching you move through the air so gracefully. If he wasn’t sure before he was sure now, this boy loved ya. But what really took his breath away was when you trapezed through the air, he was absolutely mesmerized at the way you flew through the air doing back-flips and other cool ass tricks. Masamune loved the look of pure joy on your face as you performed and after the show, you explained to him that you were a theatre kid back in the past. Mitsuhide definitely took note of your skills, and since that day you now accompanied him on most missions that required him to disguise himself as a performer.

Masamune loved everything about you at this point. Your overdramatic introvert/extrovert personality. The way you walked. Gosh, he loved the way you walked, it looked like you were an angel floating around wherever you went. He loved your banter and one-liner for every situation. And most of all he loved your hyper-alert side. Boy did he love to come up behind you to scare the crap outta you just so he could hear you squeak, yelp or growl. Like he lived for those adorably cute noises. And you somewhere along the line had fallen in love with the big idiot. He was always coming up with new fun adventures to go on or new fun things to do. He was one of those few people that could actually keep up with your banter

What was he most impressed with you may ask, well you Sherlocking skills of course. One day there were rumours of some super shady daimyos visiting Azuchi. Word on the street was that they were planning on stealing Mitsunari report to make the poor angel look bad. Mitsuhide was away sorting out some other plots and schemes, so it was now up to you to use your skills, to save the angel. You used your detective skill to gather evidence, and since your inner circle knew you were from the future, you were planning on catching them in the act and filming them for evidence. Masamune was always up for an adventure, so he acted as you own personal Watson. The two of you hid while watching the whole scene unfold, once they left the room the two of you came out. “What do you think they are going to do with the report lass,” he asked while his blue eye gleamed in delight. “Hmmmmm, I believe they are going to burn the evidence in the forest�� you replied in your best British accent. Masamune couldn’t help but laugh. The two of you made your way to a secluded part of the forest and spotted them making a fire. Masamune looked at you curiously “How did you know they were going to be in this exact spot.” “Elementary, my dear Masamune.” He couldn’t help but burst out in laughter you really were a super fun kitten. Unfortunately for the two of you, they heard you guys laughing behind the trees and before you knew it, the two of you were surrounded. One of the men had a sword right at your throat ready to cut you open, that is when you shocked them by not backing down from the fight, you hit the sword away with one of your own gifted to you by your dearest one-eyed dragon. “ Point that sword at me one more time and i’ll slash your Achilles’ tendons, and TBH given the medicine situation of this time, no one would know how to fix your injury, so I hope you like hobbling around on one leg for the rest of your life cause that is what will happen.” These men were shook; meanwhile, Masa was next to you howling in laughter, “She’s not joking boys, this lass delivers on her threats.” You had never seen grown men run away from a fight so fast. You and Masamune picked up Mitsunari’s report that had fallen on the ground during the commotion and walked back hand in hand

You didn’t really like skin touching skin, but TBH you definitely like the warm feeling of Masamune’s hand warmed around yours. The two of you had come to fall in love with each other, and it wasn’t long before you two cuties entered into a relationship. Despite both of you being adrenaline junkies, both of you also loved your quiet times. Often you would sit together in his manor each doing your own thing. You would read and write, and Masamune would sit at his desk pretending to work (Cause admin is so freaken boring).

The two of you would have the best time together during banquets you loved being the centre of attention and would chat with everyone, but as the night would progress you would start feeling a bit drained and that’s when the one-eyed dragon would swoop in, pick you up and takes you to a quiet corner where the two of you cuddle and snuggle together.

He would spoil you rotten with the most amazing food, he would basically, cook anything your heart desires just to see that beautiful smile on your face. His heart would always burst with affection whenever he cuddles and kiss you, he knew that the fact that you allowed him to cuddle you was the ultimate statement of trust between the two of you.

Often the two of you cuties can be found causing mischief and giving Mamayoshi more grey hairs or cuddled together sharing stories of your day

Other potential matches............... Mitsuhide

Hope u enjoyed it dear @november-solarstorms

#ikesen masamune #masamune date #ikemen sengoku masamune #matchups #match ups #masamune matchup #ikesen matchup #submission

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bigherosixfeels · 6 years ago

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How about a fic where the gang decide to play Cards Against Humanity?

Sounds fun!

Cards Against Humanity

Rating: K

Characters: Hiro Hamada, Fred, Gogo, Wasabi, Honey Lemon and Baymax

Word Count: 1,563

Summary: The nerd gang plays CAH

Friday nights, while not always available for downtime, was thenerd gangs’ attempted evening in having a game night. Villains had the tendencyof wreaking havoc on the city during these attempts from time to time, but theyweren’t going to stop trying all together. Between superhero duties and school,they all needed a casual, fun activity. When game night at Fred’s mansionwasn’t interrupted, it proved to be full of laughs.

Tonight, laughs were practically guaranteed to happenconsidering Fred chose Cards Against Humanity. The others nearly turned downplaying the game all together due to Hiro’s age, but they ultimately decided tosort through the cards that were too explicit. In addition to this, they alsoremoved cards that were either offensive or made them feel uncomfortable.Luckily, Fred had some blank cards, so they were all able to come up with theirown ideas as well.

“Sooo…are we ready to start playing?” Fred asked,smiling enthusiastically.

“Let’s see,” Wasabi stated as he looked at stacks ofcards that he organized. “The cards we tossed out are in the box. We havethese three stacks of white cards to draw from and the stack of black cardswill be in reaching distance for everyone here. All stacks have beenshuffled…yeah, I’d say we can start now.”

“I still don’t see why you took out some of thosecards,” Hiro grumbled. “It’s not like I don’t know what theymean.” Wasabi placed a hand on Hiro’s shoulder. “If we’re going to play the game,we’re going to do it right. Besides, those cards are alittle…suggestive.” A chill went down his spine at the mere thought ofhaving the read any of them out loud.

“And kinda disturbing,” Honey Lemon chimed in. “Ithink it’ll be more fun this way. Plus, we made up our own cards!”

Gogo grabbed a pile of white cards and began handing them out toeveryone. “Who’s gonna be card czar first?”

Fred’s hand immediately shot up in the air. “I will!”

No one picked up their cards until Gogo finished passing themout. Once she was done, they all smirked and laughed to themselves whilereading the cards they were given. Depending on what a black card said, theyalready had ideas of who would be receiving certain cards when the time came forthem to be the czar.

Although Baymax was with them, he tended to sit out when playinggames. It was difficult for him to hold cards or move a pawn without knockingother things over in the process. Nonetheless, his company was always welcomedand everyone else enjoyed him trying to understand how certain games worked.One thing that Baymax understood was that playing games with friends was a goodway to keep happy.

Now that the game could officially begin, Fred picked up thefirst black card. “What’s my secret power?” he read out loud. "Thisis the perfect question for me!”

The rest of the gang took some time to ponder what card would bethe best fit. One by one, each of them stacked their card of choice on top ofeach other. With all four cards ready, Fred eagerly picked them up.

“These are all great!” He exclaimed, already gettingideas in his head about having at least one become his actual secret power.“Frolicking, being rich, a bag of magic beans and hot cheese!”

Everyone couldn’t contain their laughter with their choices. Allof them were pretty good and oddly fit Fred. Of course, it was up to him todecide which one he’d want as a secret power most.

He hummed in thought as he looked at his options. “Theseall make incredible powers, but ultimately, I would love if hot cheese wasactually my real power. Could you imagine?!”

“Yes!” Hiro yelled. “That was my card!”

“Excellent choice!” Fred told him as he handed Hirothe black card.

Wasabi was up next to be the czar and read his card aloud. Everyoneelse had to play a white card that they felt would be the most fitting for thequestion, ‘Why can’t I sleep at night?’ This particular card feltsuitable considering how jumpy Wasabi could be. After a couple minutes oflooking through their cards and suppressing laughter with their final choices,Wasabi had all their picks.

“Alright, let’s see what we got here,” Wasabi mutteredto himself as he flipped through the cards. He scoffed upon reading them.“Ghosts, fear itself, a live studio audience…and a tiny horse.” “Come on, Wasabi. Those would keep anyone up at night,” Hiro statedbetween chuckling.

Wasabi playfully rolled his eyes. “Okay, I won’t deny that.All of these are perfectly capable of depriving me of sleep. That being said,I’m going to choose fear itself. It’s…unfortunately accurate at times.”

Before he could ask who played the card, Gogo already had herhand out to take custody of the black card. “That would be a point forme.” She smirked and blew a bubble with her gum.

While Wasabi gave her the card, Hiro drew next. He was alreadylaughing as he read the card. The gang wondered what was so funny, but theyunderstood why he got such a kick out of it. 'I’m sorry professor, but Icouldn’t complete my homework because of _____.’

Naturally, this was hilarious to them due to being collegestudents (with the exception of Fred). There had to be some decent choices whencoming up for something regarding this. Of course, they had to decide somethingthat they felt Hiro would be most likely to choose.

“Okay,” Hiro began, now having their card in hishands. “We have…the five hour long trip to Vegas, teaching a robot tolove, the pirate’s life and…watching a thirty-six hour marathon of CaptainFancy movies?” Hiro turned his attention to Fred after reading the lastone. “Did you make that one up?”

Fred shrugged “What? That’s a perfectly reasonableexplanation as to why you couldn’t finish your homework. Hey, you should tryusing that one on Granville!”

Hiro gave him a glare. “Yeah, I don’t think that will goover well with her,” he explained. “Uhh…I think I’ll have to gowith teaching a robot to love.”

Honey Lemon squealed hearing that. “Yay, that was my card!I picked it because of Baymax.” She smiled at the healthcare companion.

Baymax blinked. “I am a robot. I am incapableof…loving.”

The others all got a laugh out of that statement. Hiro lightlypatted at Baymax’s belly. “We know, buddy. It’s just that you’re designedto be huggable and that’s as loving as you can get.”

Baymax tilted his head in response. “Oh.”

With that, it was Gogo’s turn. When she picked up the next blackcard in the pile, she noticed that it was one of the made-up cards.“What’s the best way to celebrate after taking down a villain?” Sheread out loud.

“Cool, one of my cards,” Wasabi admitted.

The others seemed to choose their cards rather quickly thisround. Either they felt that their card was the perfect fit or they were tryingto get rid of something they wanted out of their hand. Yet, Gogo was happy thatthey had made their choices in a quick timespan.

“Team-bonding exercises, a zesty breakfast burrito, me timeand all-you-can-eat shrimp for $4.99. Hm…interesting picks,” she notedas she looked through her options. “I know how I celebrate. Whether we winor lose a fight, I always like to have me time afterwards. Who had metime?”

“That would be me,” Wasabi answered, happily takingthe black card. “I had a feeling you’d pick that.”

Finally, Honey Lemon was at her turn and she couldn’t wait tosee what everyone would come up with with her the czar. Especially since hercard said, 'What never fails to liven up the party?’ There was bound tobe good ideas with that.

The others took a little longer with their decision-making, butshe was thrilled to have their picks in hand once they found a decent card toplay.

“Aw, the first one is a gourmet restaurant just for dogs!That would be so cute!” She joyfully put that card aside. “Next wehave…funky fresh rhymes, a saxophone solo and…oh! Puppies!”

The gang was glad to see she liked the cards, but now she had atough decision to make. She was torn between two cards and they all had a hunchon which ones she was debating between.

“I love both of these…but I’m gonna go withpuppies.”

Upon this announcement, Fred pouted. “Aw, man! I wasted mygourmet restaurant for dogs card!”

“Oh, I loved the card, Freddie,” she assured.“But you really can’t beat a card that just says puppies on it.”

“I had a feeling you wouldn’t be able to resist thatcard,” Gogo confessed. “Which is exactly why I chose it foryou.”

The remainder of the game went as well as it had started.Everyone picked funny cards that either were extremely fitting for the questionor that the czar would be inclined to choose. Luckily, they weren’t interruptedby anything. No reports of a villain being on the loose. No disturbances fromanyone. It was a relaxing game night that was well deserved for the heroes ofSan Fransokyo.

This was really fun to write! I just wanted them to have some casual, uninterrupted fun. They deserve it from working so hard at school and as heroes. This request really took me back to a couple other fics I wrote a long time ago of them all playing games at Fred’s.

Thanks for the request! Hope you enjoyed it! :D

#fanfiction #hiro hamada #hiro #baymax #fred #gogo #wasabi #honey lemon #big hero 6: the series #bh6: the series #big hero 6 #bh6 #big hero 6 fanfiction #bh6 fanfiction #big hero 6 fanfic #bh6 fanfic #cards against humanity #anonymous

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thecosmiccuttlefish · 7 years ago

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The Best Summer Day Yet

August 20th 2017 11:44pm

Lets start this on a positive note. On a positive meditation. Which is: It’s always good to go with your gut. Sometimes you may doubt your gut. You may, and probably will think things like: “Well shit. I really feel, and think that this is a good idea, but I also feel a crippling sense of doubt.”

I think, this is normal. There’s an idea that going with your gut comes with an utter sense of purpose and zero doubt about what you’re doing. NOT TRUE. Nope, nope, nope.

Just how not going with your gut may produce a sense of doubt, it goes the other way too. The only difference is, you untimely feel more grounded about going with your gut.

The plan was to go cliff jumping today with my very dear friend Alder. However, my psychiatrist sort of called me out on my bullshit. Like “How is this going to help with your compulsivity?”

So I asked my dad to take us to this little island that I’ve wanted to explore. Honestly, I felt wracked with a sort of sadness and anticipitory-regret, contemplating when I’ll get a chance to do this local cliff jump. Counting the days I have left in the summer when I’ll be in the area. To get it done. I was convinced I wasn’t going to enjoy myself.

When we were dropped off at the dock, a ferry was just about to go and I said to Alder “I kind of just want to say “screw you family” and go take the ferry back and go cliff jumping. What do you think?”

“Well, I’m not new to the whole “screw you family” thing and cliff jumping is fun but I don’t really care. What do you want to do?”

What do I want to do?

My gut… I wanted to not lie to my parents and explore the island no matter how hard my impulsivity and obsessive mind was dragging me the other way.

Let me tell you, it was HARD to say “Well. Let’s just wait for an hour at least. For the next ferry.”

But I am so, so, so, glad I did.

We got this freakin’ massive ice cream, talked to some locals, and began our walk.

We walked to ancient tree, frolicked around, kicked a random exercise ball around, meditated (I did at least).

Once all that was done, we were deciding wether to go on a massive hike or go home and maybe do the local cliff jump.

Again, a chance to follow my gut or otherwise.

So, I decided that the hike was probably a fair but to do with calories, and I just wanted to “head home.”

But, as we were walking down the trail I thought of doing the local cliff jump, and how that felt like a defeat. I wouldn’t be doing it out of joy, but because I need it to feel like I “can enjoy my summer” or something like that.

So, I thought, “Well. Maybe it’s not just one obsession or another. The walking or the jumping. Maybe I can find something else.”

Long story short, we went looking for a beach and a lady gave us a ride to a dock. Which of course got me all nervous thinking “Backflips anyone?” BUT, I was able to manage my thoughts. I was able to be like “Y’know what? No. N, fucking no. I’m not going to do anything thats remotely an obsessive thing, that I don’t feel happy or good about. Not if I’m sure. So I didn’t. And Y’know what? I didn’t do one backflip, or backdive, or dangerous thing, (I did jump off of a little rock into mystery waters but that was fine I’m sure) but swimming through the water, diving under a little, smiling, doing front crawl, wrestling on docks with Alder, I felt brave.

That was cool. That was really really cool.

So much so, that on the way back when we got a ride from these other people and they said “Nice swimming today.” I said “Thank you.” Before awkwardly mumbling out, because I realized the error of my ways. No Margo, they were commenting on the water overall, not your fun (front)dives and graceful front crawl. But, I was proud.

I really, really, like Alder. He can empathize with my mind getting “stuck on things” he thinks it may be the ADD, and I don’t feel like I need to “pretend” around him. I’m never trying to please him, (Except to make sure he’s rested and has food. Good island Italian by the way) I don’t feel like I need to put on a face. I can stop and read an infographic about water management and he’ll read it with me.

Today, the sun, the water, the nature, the laughter, the freedom, that esscence of exactly what I’m after, today (Well yesterday) was my best summer day so far.

PPS: Upon my fathers request we took the bus back. I love that man. Also yay me for being responsible.

#life #adhd #mental health #journal #real journal #spilled ink #lessons

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piarou-neelix · 8 years ago

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Surviving VidCon Europe 2017

So, I am slowly getting back to being alive again. So far since crawling out of my bed (for the second time today) at one pm, I have only tripped twice, bumped my head thrice, and spilled/dropped stuff (drink/bread/butter/washing-powder) four times. So yay! :D Now to try and put these past days into words. In only one word is easy: AMAZING. But there is so much more to say than just that it was probably the best weekend I have had in years. So many feelings to describe, so many emotions to be conveyed. And so many people to thank.

Let's start this tale at last Thursday, April 6th, 2017. Under an indecisive sky I waited for Johanna, the fellow Vidcon-volunteer, whom I had only talked to through Skype for an awkward half hour before that day, that was going to stay at my place for the coming nights. With a delay of five hours her bus from Vienna finally arrived at Sloterdijk, and I got to meet her at last in real life. And what luck I had in having her for a guest. Johanna is a young woman with a base state of happiness that is so heart-warming and mind-soothing to undergo and be around, it is almost unreal. That being coupled with a sharp mind and a smart wit made her one of my favorite people I know through the power of the internet almost immediately. The lively and intriguing conversation we had during our short walk through the woods in Castricum after dropping off her bags at my place was a confirmation of my first instincts. After the walk we cooked together, ate our prize, and then played two rounds of Kahuna before going to bed early-ish. Friday we got up at what felt early for me then, but was to become a blessed long sleep compared to the days after. ;) Following a typical Dutch breakfast with bread with 'hagelslag' we took the train to Amsterdam. We started the day with a tour of the more typical touristy locations so Johanna could check them off of her list, after which we went to the Vondelpark where an International Nerdfighter Meeting was organized by good soul Richard. It was the first time in years that I was at a Nerdfighter meeting where I knew less than seventy-five percent of the people. The sun was a bit unsure about it all (though managed to burn me nonetheless), but I think all had a great time. There was songs being sung, games being played, and friends being gained. Johanna, me, and several others had to leave the gathering for a while, because there was a volunteer-training scheduled at the RAI. Other than finally meeting Nick who was our coordinator, I didn't learn much there and then. But I did get to meet more of my fellow volunteers, which was cool. A whole bunch of them joined us at the pizza-place that evening, which made us a group of over 60 for a reservation of 20, but after splitting in two we still had food for all, spread out over two restaurants. All in all, a good day, filled with loads of nice people. Okay, I felt a bit tired from the somewhat too much walking I had done, and my forehead almost gave light from the sunburn, but I figured I would manage. Then again, Vidcon hadn't even started for real yet, for me. :D That happened on Saturday. And oh wow, did it start. So many people eager for an event they had been waiting for for months, if not years. Lines of fans waiting for a chance to meet, touch and take pictures with their heroes, whom they had so far only seen in digital form. And that sea of enthusiasm was compressed to a stream of roiling emotions in the meet-and-greet-wristband-distribution-line. My original shift was a bit over-staffed compared to the understaffed situation at this bottleneck of the first morning, so I was transferred to help out there. And thus I got a first glimpse of what this weekend would entail for me. Hard work, and loads of smiling faces filled with anticipation and joy. In an attempt to entertain the masses while they waited, and to keep myself awake as well, I did some frolicking and goofing around, doing impromptu little dances and pirouettes whenever I had the chance. But as time moved on, it became clear that the lines were filling way faster than we were clearing them, so an extra line was created, and the time for whimsical folly was over. I know for a fact that I was by far the worst wristband-attacher of all times, but looking down and me are not the best of friends. ;) As my shift ended, my neck and eyes were hurting, as well as my fingers. But still, I was filled with an overflowing sense of warmth and happiness just because I was helping people get the best days of their lives. After a short break, and catching the first half of The Vlogbrothers' Q&A, I started what eventually became my favorite shift of the weekend: The Vidcon Booth. Seriously, I was born to stamp passports-of-joy. Enticing people to just go that one more step to get not five, but ten stamps was such fun. Coming up with creative reasons why/how people earned the stamp for “Awesomeness” was the most energy-giving thing I have done in ages. Being on various selfies I had 'forced' people to take for yet another stamp, or just seeing the weird/cute/tender/beautiful selfies being taken right in front of me to earn that precious red blob of ink. Encouraging people to write or draw something on the wall, and then later realizing they had made a little piece of art. All that and more made it the best few hours of 'work' I have ever had. I went across the street for a quick Dirk-van-den-Broek sandwhich for dinner, and then it was time for the Saturday-evening featured-creator-show. Being blown away by the facial expressions and amazing voice of Carrie Hope Fletcher and the wonderful poetry of Savannah Brown made up for the somewhat cringe-worthy Max and Harvey performance. Matthew Patrick closed the night with words of power and honesty that made me want to hug him to make him feel better, and thank him for making so many others feel better. And then it was time for the trip home. The NS had decided to work on the tunnel between Amsterdam and home, so we (Johanna and I) were fearing a replacement bus-service was to be our lot, but luckily the whole weekend we managed to time our travels thus perfect that we could catch the rerouted intercity home. Five hours of sleep is a lot more than four-and-a-half, so we were quite happy with that, indeed. :D My Sunday shifts were a lot less exciting to me. I was room-monitor in the morning, and auditorium monitor in the afternoon. But to be fair, I don't know if I could have handled much else after I started the Vidcon-day with a tumble on the concrete floor. Both my knee and my shoulder were scuffed, and turned stiff quite rapidly. But hey, the show must go on, so I kept doing my utmost best to make everyone around me have the bestest of times at this first ever Vidcon Europe. The morning-shift I decided to be the outside-monitor, as that ensured me to have a quiet start of the day, and meant less walking around with the microphone. But the auditorium was too big to be handled by one mic-walker. And at that point my energy had been adequately replenished by the many awesome fellow volunteers. So I happily went were the panels wanted me to go. The two panels during which I had my shift were very interesting and I will certainly take some of their words with me. In between all of this, there were of course the meet&Greets I myself had the opportunity to have. On Saturday I got to hug Emma Blackery, and give her a bag of fizzy peaches, proving that not all forty year old followers of her are creepy af. Sunday in the afternoon I hugged Hank Green (@edwardspoonhands.tumblr.com this is what I meant when I said I still blame you: http://piarou-neelix.tumblr.com/post/153356577720/i-blame-you), and between my last shift and the volunteer-thank-you-party, I met Hannah Witton, whom I had already met almost exactly two years earlier in Amsterdam. After hugging her, it was straight to the Nedfighter-special event, but that was a bit too noisy for me, so I retreated to the volunteers' little safe-haven of calm and quiet next to registration, where I doled out my ever-present new addiction, Verkade Bites (seriously, don't eat them, or don't blame me). Then it was time for the aforementioned volunteer-thank-you-party, where I managed to grab a bite of food as well. I was amazed to realize I hadn't even met all volunteers yet that were in the room. And all were amazing, seriously. So much friendliness and warmth in one room was invigorating to the soul, and strengthened my already high trust and belief in humanity. A (not completely) surprise-visit by Hank Green, where we caught him in a circle of high-fives, and some completely unexpected gifts were nice unneeded bonuses to an already awesome event. It all ended with the logical end, the Sunday-evening featured-creator-show. We had missed the beginning due to our 'private' party, but saw most of it anyways. Dodie and Jon Cozart were, in my humble opinion, the stars of the evening, and Kwebbelkop surprised me with the way he filled his time on stage in a positive way, but all on stage were amazing this evening. Except maybe for the herring. ;) But as with all things, even the best of the best events have to end some time, and so it went here as well. After hugs and farewells Johanna and I took our leave of the Rai to once again travel to Castricum, and our much needed beds...

...for four hours of sleep. :( Johanna, adventurer as she is, had to go to her next big memory-in-the-making, and had to be at Schiphol at six in the morning. So after a short night, and a very weirdly quiet train-ride, it was time for me to say goodbye to my new friend (for now). She took the one train, that being her first step on the road to India and a new adventure, and I took the other back to Castricum again, and to another couple of hours of sleep. And then, it was all really over. But in my mind, the event will never end. My heart, head, and soul has been changed by all the wonderful people I have met during these past four days, the new friends I made, and the words I heard. Especially the awesome group of volunteers I will not soon forget. Once again I have seen the proof that the world of the interwebs is a powerful world indeed, and that it can do the most beautiful things, and knit the most awesome communities out of yarn from many different types of stories.

#vidcon europe #vidconeurope #hank green #hannah witton #emma blackery #nerdfighter #effyeahnerdfighters #dftba #jon cozart #dodie #rai amsterdam #seriouslypeopleIlovedthisweekend

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