#I do not care anough

[lacie-crying-ruby]

Of planets and homes, far away

It all begun with a tiny little cough in the morning. Nothing serious, easy to ignore in every way, quickly forgotten throughout the day. His work was a real stressful after all, since the whole big deal was over and the manga ended, he hadn't a lot of opportunities to sleep during duty, there was just too much to do.

The coughing didn't stop tough, got more persistent with every passing week. He ignored it. Ignored the haunted gaze the black haired gave him from time to time, every time he heard him cough for more than a minute. He didn't like it to be watched like that, so he begun to avoid the other. The coughing got worse. He ignored it, went on with work. He wouldn't... he wouldn't, not at all!

He was knocked unconscious out of the blue. Was he going to finally die the deserving cruel dead by the hands of his enemy?

~...~

It all begun with a cough. She had been on one of the jobs, somehow pretty soon in the morning, chasing after a really big animal she was sure to have seen once before, when she suddenly collapsed, landed on the floor rather nasty and absolutely not pretty, coughing like she didn't get any air at all. After she realized that the animal was no where to be seen anymore, would remain hidden another day as it was. And to be honest, she couldn't care less about it, was about to head home and lie down to sleep - because Gin had taught them to never force themself to work when sick, he had given a wonderful example in that - when the next coughing fit came, brought her down again on the middle of the damn street.

She cursed, waited it out. Now up and home - again. How bothersome - but maybe the last few plates of rice at Fuyumi’s princess party had actually been too much? Was eating too much even possible? She shook her head, forced herself up. If Gin somehow managed to find home when drunk as fuck, then she would manage it too, no way she would fail! The young woman did it again and again, until she finally collapsed in front of the familiar house - of the Shimura family. Well, home all the same, surly Gin had made the same mistake too a couple of times before he'd been punched out of it (and she hoped he had been punched good, how dare he just bother Anego with his problems like a total loser?).

She wanted to stand up in order to get in, but just decided to fuck it and stayed, trusting the other's to find her soon enough, as another, this time actually painful cough dragged her energy out and let her fall asleep in the end.

~...~

She woke up to the scent of delicious food. Completely having forgotten about the reason she had been sick in the first place, the red-haired jumped out of the futon she was lying on, searched for the food that belonged to the scent, finding her way into the kitchen. Shinpachi and Anegos pet gorilla were both standing there, talking about everyday things while making food - both stopping when they noted her presence.

"Kagura, are you up again?"

"Are you blind? Of course I am! Food?"

The brown-haired smiled while she went past him, took a look at the thing inside the the pot. That looked like beef. Why would there be beef?

"Are you trying to propose again? After being rejected all the time? How pathetic."

~...~

It all begun with a crash into another ship. He discovered that he was coughing blood uncontrollably while smashing the skull of a fellow pirate from the other crew to the next wall. He was glad that his body was full of adrenaline, otherwise he would've fallen into a horribly state of hysterical laughing. He knew what that meant. He didn't knew if it would help him if he payed their mother' planet a visit in order to restore the amount of Atlana that had somehow kept them alive so far. He didn't know if he wanted to in the first place. It just didn't sound like any fun, leaving the battlefield just to stay alive for a little longer; it sounded like something a coward would do.

Over the next days, the coughing became worse, not because it got intenser, made him doubt if he would be ever able to breath again, but because it interrupted him in almost every meeting he had, making it more or less impossible to talk normally without looking like a sick child no one cared for. Simply put, it sucked. Maybe he should put all of them to a suicide mission, so he could at least die like he had always wanted to, in battle, surrounded by corpses of his enemies and covered in more blood of others than his own. Yeah, that sounded like an idea. And he wouldn't have to face his stupid family this way, don't look into their stupid sad and guilty eyes as if it was their fault - well it was the fault of the old man because he made them, and it kind of was his sisters fault to because she was stupid, so maybe the guilt in their eyes was reasonable, but he didn't want to see them anyway.

"Captain."

He ignored the other because he hadn't done so in a while to not look like he was so in pain that he couldn't even listen to anymore. As if that was any different to before, he hadn't ever listened to things that were unimportant or simply boring in the first place. He thought he had a point to prove, but it was more of a pain than just ignoring him, so he went back to doing it again, looking out of the window into the big galaxy as if the answers for the question he didn't have and wouldn't ever voice out aloud lied somewhere in the big nothing of the endless night where no umbrella ever was needed to shield him from the sun.

Maybe he could spent his remaining time on a planet where there was a lot of sun, walking and letting it burn his skin to compensate for the pain inside of his dying body? if a Yatos body was dying, then there was nothing that could change that, no machine that could save him anyway, spending his time in bed would be totally beneath him too. Daydreaming in a eternal night was boring too though. He turned around to face the Aato, hoping that the information he had to tell would be interesting at least this time. If he saw something that could be almost mistaken for worry, he ignored it, forced a smile on his face.

"Are you sure about that? I didn't listen, but I don't agree anyway."

The other didn't even look irritated, only tired and resigned. (Better than worry. Much better.) He was about to open his mouth to start a new, probably knowing that he just had to repeat himself in order to get this over with, when the door to the cabinet was thrown open, one of his man shouted out, that they were about to get attacked by an enemy.

[autism-corner]

augh if this listing of the lil falling rin kagamine 'figure' is still up in a week im getting it.....

[sinful-lanterns]

It might sound obvious, but since you asked I was thinking about Angell as a nekomata! Literally a cat monster that can also transform, and among the many stories in japan telling the myth there was one that fascinated me anough that might fit her 🤭

I quote the wiki: "an old cat raised in a villa on a mountain precipice held a secret treasure, a protective sword, in its mouth and ran away. People chased the cat, but it disguised itself and left behind the thought of a monster that had disguised itself as a cat. In the aforementioned "Tsurezuregusa", in addition to nekomata that conceal themselves in the mountains, there are descriptions of pet cats that grow old, transform, and eat and abduct people."

A cat with a sword? some abduct people? 👀 you see my vision

some nekomata also have two tails!

-🧶

OUGHHHH Nekomata Angell who abducts the Researcher one day because she thinks you would make the perfect mate for her. Imagine you’re camping outside in the mountain area in your tent, and by the time you wake up in the morning, you realize you have been abducted as you’re laying in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar room, with an unfamiliar hot Nekomata woman spooning you possessively from behind…

You try to leave, but it’s no use. Nekomata Angell is just as strong as she is possessive, and she won’t let you leave the bed as she wants to live out her days with her newfound “mate.” The abandoned house she had claimed as her lair is a mess, so you spend your days living with Nekomata Angell in her cluttered house, doing domestic things like cooking and cleaning and teaching her how to take care of herself. All the while having small moments of sex, as Nekomata Angell can be quite the insatiable one…

In return for your companionship, well…let’s just say Angell wants to give you a litter of Nekomata kittens soon 😅

[eluxcastar]

Hiiii I saw that your requests were open and I'd like to submit one where Pantalone, Capitano and Pierro have an s/o which has sleeping troubles, like insomnia or gets nightmares alot, these boys dont get anough love. Tyyyy 🥺🥺

Sweet dreams, darling

── ୨୧：pantalone, il capitano, pierro x reader (separate)

୨୧﹑synopsis :: some nights it's hard to fall asleep, no matter how much you try tossing and turning. sometimes they're already awake, or sometimes you accidentally wake them up but one way or another they've discovered this glaring issue.

୨୧﹑genre :: fluff

୨୧﹑content :: gn reader, uuhh other stuff, domestic fluff, use of petnames on pantalone and pierro's (darling, love), not at all proofread

୨୧﹑words :: 2866

you're so right dear anon they're so underrated, especially Pierro at least from what I've seen I love him tbh that man is hot (literally nobody will hear me out) (this is an extremely understandable phenomenon) sorry this is late I got busy taking care of my cat he's like a fifty year old man thinking he can still tussle with the younger cats

─ ୨୧：pantalone

to be completely honest, he can't stand when you sleep like that. he stares at you from his side of the bed where you lay finally at peace, and can never quite bring himself to disturb you, but a part of him wishes that you would find a position that doesn't hurt your back so much to wake up in. he understands that that's difficult, though.

curled in on yourself in a tight ball like you're an overgrown house cat seems to be the other way you can hope to sleep lately, complaining that you're uncomfortable any other way through no fault of your own. in a perfect world he can pluck your little issue right out of existence, vanish it away to a dark corner to never again be found, letting you have the most blissful refreshing sleep you've ever had however this is not a perfect world and thus he is forced to watch you toss and turn through the night.

truly Pantalone has found at least one thing he can confidently say he finds himself to be abysmal at. he makes you a cup of tea before bed, though not an uncommon action. he hears this particular blend can help with sleeping troubles, expensive as it may be imported from Snezhnaya's polar opposite Natlan, requiring certain shipping conditions. it's hardly enough to inconvenience him however, recalling how he almost asked "Is that all?" like it was pocket change. it seems to at least relax you, and you enjoy the taste, so he continues to purchase it regularly.

he's found you sleep best when you lay by his side, pampered by those delicate hands that stroke your forehead and lull you to sleep if a little slowly. his affections are not nearly as slow as trying to do it alone, pulling you close until you're snug up against him, and his head tries to situate your head onto his chest. your struggles must lessen, and his arm around you has helped, he's seen so.

he cannot find another way to comfort you, almost nothing that money can buy besides medicine he keeps pestering a certain doctor to make, so he provides you with time, affection, gentle actions meant to soothe you as he strokes your forehead, rubs his thumb against your temple. all of this provided to you while you lay your head against his arm. tonight is slightly different as you lay your head on his chest attempting to find a comfortable spot while he reads a book to you which he thought you might enjoy.

Pantalone believes you to be paying the utmost attention, his arm around you holding the book open. that is until his forearm accidentally knocks your head turning a page, and his most profuse apologies are met with...silence?

"Darling?" he questions, wondering if you were hurt--he's not sure how that could happen with such a light bump--but he awkwardly lifts his head to find you don't move to get up as you might've if you thought he was getting up you're completely still. you couldn't possibly be... no, not a chance after all that effort and research a book put you to sleep? he either had the most boring taste or had accidentally stumbled upon the cure to your little conundrum.

the next morning Pantalone is well out of bed by the time you awake, a usual occurrence as he sits dressed for work with one last cup of tea piping hot at his side.

"Good morning." you say as you rub your eyes, noticing he's reading the book from last night.

he glances up from his book to flash a smile at you, "Good morning, darling." he says, unusually pleased for some reason-- seemingly also straight to the point as he asks "Are my book recommendations truly so boring they make you fall asleep or do you just like being read to sleep?"

"Oh, well..." now that you think about it, you don't actually recall anything from the book, only knowing that Pantalone was reading it to you. you can remember the way the words sounded, melding together in your head and hardly discernible into actual sentences. perhaps you did like being read to sleep. "I couldn't say how boring your books are, but maybe someone's a better reader than he thought~."

you lean down to kiss his cheek, promptly wandering off to get yourself a cup of that tea he made. perhaps he'll have to read to you more often...

　

─ ୨୧：capitano

you find yourself waking up in the middle of the night a lot lately, startled awake, disoriented and a little scared. tonight is no different as you awake to an expectedly empty bed, unsurprised when you see nothing there on the other side. there is no sign of Capitano yet, out on a mission somewhere just as he said he would be. you're not mad he's gone, just a little lonely, worrying that something would happen to him.

you climb out of bed and resort to your new coping mechanism. without the real Capitano, you simply must convince yourself he is there in some way. thus, you make your way to your shared closet and look for a shirt he wore semi-recently. you manage to find one he changes into when he gets home and wants to relax, softer than armour for you to lean on when you lay your head on his chest to drift off to sleep while he plays with your hair.

you're glad for something with a happier association, something which you can cling to even while he's gone. his shirt is a catalyst for that, carrying his scent, though you have nothing to hold in his absence, if maybe a pillow unfortunate enough to find itself cuddled up to your chest.

despite yourself you almost feel as if the roles have reversed, almost never the bigger of your pair, though you have always cuddled up to him, arms awkwardly wrapped around him.

you awake to another of his letters, seemingly his response to your telling him about your troubles falling asleep, laying awake restless and increasingly tired though still unable to find solace in a good night's rest. it is delivered personally to your hands by a fatuu as all of his letters have been, ensuring their safe travel to you, as well as ensuring there's someone's head to be had if they don't. in their other arm a large teddy bear is tucked away, though not immediately presented to you causing you to almost walk off.

"Ah-- This also arrived for you!" you spin yourself back around to meet the mask face of a fatuu holding a teddy bear out to you, almost a funny sight and you crack a smile. "Also from Lord Capitano." they add.

Uh...ok that's a little strange.

you take your new friend, soft and fuzzy, a bow tied around its neck sewn into the fabric. it's strangely cute, though you're not exactly sure how he was able to acquire such a thing from all the way out in Natlan. it couldn't have possibly been from there, at least you don't think so at a glance...

you reacquire the letter which had been placed down on the table, reading it over carefully. the further you read the more your smile grows, though unconsciously. you quickly uncover the origin of this bear that suddenly fell into your possession. it is from Natlan, from Capitano. his name is Cap. you just cannot fathom where he managed to pull such a creative name from. it has you giggling to yourself.

"Cap." you pick the bear up in your hands, holding it up to admire it, "Didn't he pick such a cute name out for you?" the longer you stare, though adorable, the more this bear seems to be missing something. he bears his name, his likeness if you consider that Capitano is really just a big soft teddy bear in strong armour-- ah right, this bear was missing something. though he is to be your new bed buddy, he lacks a certain...quality.

obviously you cannot dress him in armour. no, that's far too hard for you to lay your head on. however Capitano's much softer Fatui-issued fur-lined coat would make a cute little outfit for him. the first problem you find is that Capitano is currently in possession of said coat, the second is that despite the bear being on the larger side Capitano's coat would still be too large for him, possibly too bulky as well.

all in one Cap is providing you with solutions to your daytime boredom and your night-time troubles. sewing Cap a little coat would be just the perfect thing to fill your time.

a couple months and a late night of reports and paperwork and finally the trek home feels like bliss, walking the familiar path to the place that will finally again feel like home. Capitano doesn't dare leave headquarters without changing, not only for his own comfort after spending so long stuck in that armour and so that it's not so noisy when he arrives home and sneaks through the door.

the house is dark, expectedly so due to you likely not expecting him, it's only by the faint glow of golden light that emanates from your shared bedroom that he thinks for a moment you might still be awake.

ducking his head in reveals that to be false, you just must've fallen asleep with a candle lit again, though the sight easily makes up for that. as it turns out, Capitano found you the perfect gift, wrapped tightly in your arms, your cheek pressed into the fabric and your breathing steady and calm. he's about to turn away, deciding he'll come back to it once he's dealt with his things and is ready for bed, but something catches his eye—a tuft of black fur that tickles your face.

his face contorts in confusion, vividly recalling the bear's fur did not have a texture like that, but then it clicks when he realises the white next to your arm and the silhouette becomes clearer in his mind. you made him a jacket. he almost breaks down laughing over how ridiculously cute that is, but quickly covers his mouth so as to not wake you.

he's glad you like your little gift to cuddle in his stead.

　

─ ୨୧： pierro

working nights always go the same, as you've long retired for the night and gone to bed, Pierro remains awake managing his duties long into the night. coincidentally, this arrangement happens to work out well for you and your awful nightmares that will strike at any given moment.

you awake to an empty bed, guessing that it must be a busy night. it's not a bother, but you're not sure whether you'll be able to go back to sleep yet. you're a bit shaken from your dreams, needing to go and find Pierro to see what he's doing. you know he's only fulfilling bureaucratic duties, not in any actual danger, but you need to see him to ease your mind and know he's fine.

expectedly he's hunched over his desk, lost in his work as you suppose is usual at this hour. he doesn't immediately notice you, engrossed in the task at hand, but one creak of a floorboard as you make your way to him is enough for him to look up and find you at his side staring down at him.

"It happened again?" he breaks the silence already knowing why you're here, and you nod in response, a silent confirmation.

"It wasn't as bad as before, but..." you trail off for some reason, playing with your fingers trying to find the words to describe, "I don't know, I just thought-- I wanted to come see you because you weren't there." you finally get it out, though not quite as you intended. it's hard to communicate the feeling, like even though you knew nothing could've possibly happened something felt wrong.

you feel silly confessing it, like it was something wrong with you and yet he barely raises an eyebrow in protest or question of it.

"Even while you sleep, I still worry you." he says, his hand finding your waist to pull you closer.

"No, no it's not you." you try to say, trying to assure him that maybe if you were just stronger you wouldn't be so worried, your own mind to blame. "I knew what I was doing getting into this." you add.

he shuffles his chair back to make space between him and the desk, patting his thigh to usher you onto his lap, into his arms. you fit so perfectly, feel so safe, like you can melt into his body with the warmth he provides you. leaning your head against his shoulder, getting comfortable burying your face into the crook of his neck.

"Make yourself comfortable and go back to sleep, love." Pierro's hand settles on your head, holding you there, arm around you. vaguely in your ear you can make out a rhythmic thud, almost as if you hear his heart pumping in his chest. that's a nice sound. it's gentle enough it doesn't bother you, outs you at ease in fact as if a reminder he's there. you know he's there, but something about it just...helps.

"How much longer until you come to bed?" you ask, fully expecting him to give you the realistic answer that he doesn't know, and really he probably wouldn't.

he pauses, a deep breath following that you feel as Pierro's chest rises and falls once again, he then sets his pen aside, though mid sentence and clearly not even close to finished. Pierro once again shuffles his chair back, making enough space for his now free hand to come up beneath you to support you as he stands, bringing you with him now cradled in his arms.

he smiles down at you gently, and you're convinced he'd run a hand through your hair to tuck it away behind your ear if only his hand was free. you know he likes that, a little token of affection. "Let's go to bed now, and I'll finish this later." he says. you think you could've lived with sleeping in his lap for a night, though admittedly you like this arrangement a lot better.

you allow him to lay you back down, pulling the covers over you and leaving you to adjust them a bit while you wait, though when his back turns you shuffle your way over to the other side of the bed somehow hoping he won't notice you tucked up on his side. to your favour he doesn't for a while, though he's preoccupied with tugging his shirt over his head not exactly paying the most attention, not until he turns around does he notice a certain someone has taken over his spot.

"Oh? I didn't realise I was only getting this much bed. You don't leave very much room for me at all do you?" of course he'd play along when you make a face like you're trying not to giggle, though that promptly fails as he decides he's going to get you out by actually trying to fit, actually meaning he's about to sit on you and there's not a chance in hell the tiny sliver of bed is enough for anyone.

in seconds you're rolling over bursting out laughing to escape, though Pierro pulls you back kicking and squealing to kiss your cheek and try to settle you again before you rile yourself up. your antics are usually endearing, but seated on the edge of the bed having to turn himself to meet you halfway, he finds a little kiss on the lips is enough to get you back to your much calmer self.

"Do you want to sleep on my side?" he asks

"I want to listen to your heartbeat." you respond, leaning yourself forward in some attempt to-- rather uncomfortably-- press your head to his chest. "I like it."

"You can listen for as long as you like, as long as you calm down so you can go to sleep. It's late."

eventually he finds a spot in the middle of the bed, and you find that laying on him is far more comfortable, as well as ensuring that there's no way he can sneak off once you fall asleep to go back to his work. Pierro will be staying right where you hold him in place, head laying back on his chest where you can hear his heartbeat clearly. you were right, you do like it.

you are always afraid of losing him, you always have been, you don't think there will be a day when you're not. just as badly he is afraid of losing you, irrationally so as he has learned nothing is permanent. even peaceful moments like this can be reduced to ash in the blink of an eye, so he must cherish them. he must cherish you.

Pierro is more than happy to cuddle you this way if that's what you want, because really he wants it too.

[lost-time-memery]

Ok but THIS SCENE DESTROYED ME

The feeling of desperately wanting to reach out to a loved one but not doing it out of fear of 'bringing them down with you and spreading the sadness' even if you know they care about you and would WANT to listen. The first time I saw it I was so happy to see Marcy and PB again that I didn't process everything, but NOW everytime I rewatch it I CRY LIKE A BITCH , EVERYTIME. I was a tiny bit disapointed with Marcy at first like 'DAMN girl your dad is obviously depressed DO SOMETHING' but then I compared it with my own experience with depression and OH SHIT I DID THE EXACT SAME THING as Simon. I just pretended everything was fine for YEARS, but blaming my family for not noticing would be a bit unfair... Simon says he does not talk to her about this because he doesn't want to 'freak her out', he took care of her for so long but now he does not know how to deal with the inverted situation. This also puts a lot of things in their past in perspective, like, we've always seen the situation as 'Simon saved marcy when she was all alone' but the truth is that SHE SAVED HIM just as much!! She gave him purpose in the middle of all that tragedy, she kept him sane and probably prevented him from choosing drastic solutions...

'But now she's an adult with her own life and she's finaly happy. If he told her about his problems... it would get in the way of her happines, right?''He already caused anough problems for her as Ice King , right?' 'He's the parental figure so he CAN'T be a burden to her anymore, RIGHT??

'And I need to save you, but who's going to SAVE ME?'

GAH this is so fucking sad but GOD is this cartoon well made and emotionaly mature... Tom Kenny's delivery just... left my heart in PIECES, and that GODDAMN SONG AAAAAAAAAA

TL;DR: Rebecca Sugar ruined my life and I love her for that<3

[bigdreamerpeach]

can we get a Ler! Hoppy hopscotch ler! Dogday Lee! Player fic

Sure my friend ^^

Here it is

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A Giant , friendly Bunny

________

Running ...

This was the only thing what Player can do right now, because someone following him. He didn't know who was following him but it was Big ....really Big

The Player found a hiding spot behind some Boxes and old toys. He hides there but he hear footsteps

He keeps his voice silence..

"Hello? Someone's here ? "

"I know you here , somewhere hiding ."

The Player shakes because he's scared. He thinking what or who is that , he know dogday and Catnap but who was this green thing.

He didn't want to find it out honestly , he keeps his voice in silence and hiding .

*Come out , i promise i wouldn't hurt you ."

The Player want go now but .. He Falls down and make noices like plates falling down.

"There you are."

" No please , don't hurt me!!!". The Player yelled , with Tears in his eyes

" hurt you? On godness No ! I would never hurt you." The Player looking up , as the Light goes on again he saw is was a green female bunny , who smiling at him

" who , who are you?? I know dogday and catnap but not you."

" my Name is hoppyhopscotch, but my friends only call me hoppy ."

Hoppy picks him up , as she do that the Player let put a little squeak.

" Oh, did i hurt you?? ". Hoppy ask him

" No No , you didn't , its just .... AAAEEEEHHH!!! ".

Hoppy starts squeezes his sides , making him twitching around . Hoppy knows whats wrong , the Player was ticklish

After a while Dogday coming and watching confused.

" Hoppy what are you doing there with Player."

" i tickling him hehehe , and its funny , its fun like tickling bubba hehehe but Player squeaking more , thats funny ."

" Well Bubba and Player can't take tickling for so long hehehe be careful hops."

" you can help me."

With this Dogday tickles Player together with hoppy . The Player twitching and jump from left to right and back , squeaking and laughing

" Hehehehe , i never see a orher Person who is so ticklish... Well besides Bubba "

" Well Hoppy , bubba is not the only one who's ticklish hoppy , but its funny how Player is jumping here , like a Ball hehe ".

" Stoohohop!!!! Plehehehase!!! AAEEEEEK!!!!". The Player jumping around , trying to escape them

" hehehhe okay i think he has anough Hoppy , let him breath.'' Said dogday, hoppy stops , letting the Player breath.

Hoppy giggling, dogday smiling

" pewhhhh!!!"

Will Player get revenge???

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There we go ^^

[kagehime19]

Demons in my mind

Hurt, because I don’t know how comfort works

Thought of demons won’t shut up

Keep coming back and back

Pushing further and further

Convincing me

I am a horrible daughter

Person

Only thinking about myself

„Selfish you“ they say

„Hurting others by only thinking

talking

About yourself“

„Selfish me“ I start to think

„Only thinking

Talking

about me“

„I want other people to like me“

But I don’t want to force myself

My problems to them

They have anough of that themself

They don't need, don’t WANT mine too

„You are worth nothing in this world“

the demons say

„You talk to none

You don’t call your family

Your friends don’t call you.

Nobody cares if you disappear

Nobody will notice until it’s too late

Then you'll be gone

And no one will care“

Because I don’t know how to do

How to handle emotions

Don’t know what the hell is wrong with me

I want people to notice me

I am to scared being rejected

So I don’t try

Don’t hope

That there are people who like me

Because the demons, my own thoughts

Won’t let me.

So I look for the most dark and quiet corner

And cry silent all alone

So I won’t be a burden to the ones

I like.

[yinzr]

"Not impress... It's a patetic performance... Affa da team dizzn't care. Pfft. You know it's like... Are we gonna be 'appy to play eight minutes? I'm not gonna be 'appy to play eight minutes... What those guys will say if we take... forty percent of their salary because they only play or fifty percent of their salary because we they only play for fifty fifty percent of the time, that's anough. Dat defensive squad, I think dere goal, I really start to believe dere goals is to be... da worst defensive squad in the league. And they're doing such a great job to be da worst defensive squad in the league, dey're dey're, dey turn the puck over, dey have no vision, dey soff like I've never seen a bunch of defensemen soff like dis. So around there, you put the two, combination, and... Well, so hey... Dere's a lotta guys don't care, they pretend to care, but I know dey don't care... What's a solution? Gonna find solution. It's a game of emotion, it's a game of harr work, it's a game of passion, y'know dere's, hey... Like Kovachoo... What he did, the other day...  There's not one guy... was close to do something...  Maybe Maxim Tal-but... At the end wit... one secon leff... 'sabout five foot eight... Pppt. Di, did.. Did dey tink dat... as a coach, dat I get da feeling dat team care for each udder? Wow... Y'know? Try to have a good ambiance, y'know, wit da team yesterday... Pppt. Ay. So I guess we gonna have to come back wit de old recipe, you know? It's like... Dey make my job miserable? So...  It's give and take. What can I do? Hey. I'm so disappoint, about, a lots of guy... Very disappoint. Because dey don' care. If dey care, y'know? Tonight, it's looks like mens against boys. Ay... Oh, Marc, Marc, y'know... He's playing good for us, tank god... Thank you."

- Michel Therrien (Reposting this from almost ten years ago because the original yt video went away and tumblr apparently can’t figure out how to edit a video post.)

[bi-lullaby]

Love the ask you sent me so much (I’ll answer tomorrow!) that I’m sending it right back to you: “Spicy asks: Three most controversial opniões, three least favorite popular ships, and your absolute favorite and least favorite character for SPN, HP, Grey’s, Friends and whatever your favorite show ever is”

Oh dear how will I ever cope with this?/k

SPN:

- Three most controversial opinions: I really love the Bunker [look, we can talk about how the aesthetics did get kinda ruined and overly sanitized and how much we all miss the motels and how it could come in as a deux ex machina at times but it gave them a home and a place dean felt safe anough to wear a robe and silly pajamas I can’t not love it also the sheer possibilities like lets put a full olympic swimming pool and gigantic greenhouse and all sorts of cursed objects and cool rooms and books with wild lote in there who knows why not]; I think Destiel is unrequited (I kinda ping-pong back and forth on this one and it’s not always my opinion but it’s my most consistent reading and it seems similar to JA’s: Cas was in love with Dean, Dean loved Cas and that’s a tragic little difference); I don’t much care for Jack (Idk how to elaborate on this without writing a whole thesis and a billion disclaimers and I do not have that kind of energy so lets leave it at that)

- Three least favorite popular ships: Sabriel (never caught wind of any sparks there tbh) Samifer (his torturer? SALS ofc but I personally cannot get into it and don’t ship it) I’d include Dean Alastair in this for the same reason but idk if it’s AS popular in general fandom) and Megstiel (I don’t deny they were a thing/on the way to being a thing/had chemistry, and I have read fics where they’re together, they just aren’t the focus of my shipping energy, I suppose?) (Destiel is not on this although again I’m one of the few people that doesn’t actively ship them I still like them and can enjoy lots of things about the ship, they’re far, faaar from least favorites lol)

Absolute favorite and least favorite character: Absolute fave is Dean (oh shocker). Least favorite os actually a though one bc while I hate some characters guts (John, most obvious villains) I tend to like them as characters? So I guess Lucifer? I don’t think he was that interesting as a villain in the later seasons especially (I mean, you can say that about a lot of characters bc I feel they got flattened a lot but he went from this terrifying force of primordial evil to a whiny teenage-esque brat with a chip on his shoulder? and then even as I type this I can’t help but like the ridiculousness of it all and the kinda profoundness we can find in all the shallow things and I’m sorry I have spn brainrot)

HP:

Three most controversial opinions: Putting Teddy Lupin in Gryffindor (this is literally so silly); Liking Percy Weasley (with caveats); not thinking Narcisa Malfoy is that redeemable.

Three least favorite popular ships: Drarry, Snily, Dramione (I could explain but tbh I think they explain themselves).

Absolute favorite and least favorite character: Favorite is Harry and least is Snape.

Grey’s:

Three most controversial opinions: (just three? lol) Disliking Derek and Merder, disliking George, thinking Maggie is absolutely delightful and one of my faves.

Three least favorite popular ships: Merder, Slexie (look I GET why they’re popular I just think it’s too much damn drama and they tire me) and Japril (yes I know they’re the three most popular most favorite ships SALS people it’s ok)

Absolute favorite and least favorite character: Meredith and George. Try and guess which is which lol (aside obvious villains and the like ofc).

I think I’m going to skip FRIENDS because I just don’t interact with the fandom that much to know what’s truly popular and unpopular <3

My favorite show: Huh, if we’re being honest and excluding the others I’d have to say it’s TGP however I don’t think I have any controversial takes on that? So I’ll go with Supergirl.

Three most controversial opinions: Kara had every right to hide her superhero identity (yes even from Lena and tbh specially from her) and did nothing wrong in regards to that; people are entirely too hard on Kara in a complete disproportionate way to some other characters; I LOVE love love Dansen and even prefer it to Sanvers.

Three least favorite popular ships: Supercorp and Kara x Winn (not as bad I just am neutral?) (I kinda blanked on other popular ships I dislike?)

Absolute favorite and least favorite character: Kara (although Nia is a close one) and Lena.

[haunted-cathaus]

i love my father so much everytime i see a father - daughter interaction on screen i wanna kill mysle.f i wish he loved me too i wish I was good i wish I wish iwish i was a child again and we played football andnhe took me on his shoulders and i was his little tomboy why did i grow up into a girl he doensnt care about why! why! he stayed with me for 6 hours at the hospital last week yet he is always so distant he is good but he doesnt care anough i failed him so much i failed dumping university because I'm mentally ill i failed by being a girl i failed by needing meds i am just so sad. i wanna be seven and play football with him and now he is old and his back aches and we have those 45 years age gap and i think someday he is going to die and i just don't know. i wish he hugged me when i am sad and yet he just says to do my part to not run away from my responsabilities etc and he is SO RIGHT. and im so weak

[yumeyleo]

im glad they trust me anough to tell me about their shit. like do i feel some guilt cause im not doing anything to like get them to stop? a teeny teeny bit. but like since when does “omg dont do that ur life matters ppl care abt you itll get better!” actually work.. like half the time its just annoying as hell to hear why would i repeat that shit if i could just be there as a friend and not be annoying

[marvellouspinecone]

#why would they be mentioned they end on 1 3 and 5 so they are very obviously odd and have e in them#nothing to write home about#also being divisible by 2 and being able to split evenly in half is literally the same thing

You might have been joking but I'm not sure and anyway I haven't come to your askbox in ages, so hi :) How are you doing?

In case you actually want an explanation: I only mentioned 11, 13 and 15 to complete the 'proof' that every odd number has an e in it. The 'proof' in the post

(okay, yeah, that one is too much of a trainwreck to call it a proof for real but anyway)

showed 1,3,5,7 and 9 all having an e and then said 'by induction every other odd number has an e because they end in one of these and hence the wordsnippets 'one', 'three', 'five', 'seven' or 'nine' will be part of the number'.

But 'eleven', 'thirteen' and 'fifteen' don't include any of those word snippets (while seventeen and nineteen do) and are hence outliers that have to be regarded additionally to complete the proof. (and yeah, of course they are odd; that part I consider a given here, but you could actually prove that, too)

And, of course, you're right about 'divide by 2' = 'split evenly in half', but conceptually (to go with the examples in the post) 30=15+15 feels very different from 30=2*3*5 for me. Idk, it just seemed like a weird way to define eveness with a sum instead of with a product but that might just be me

(that is, actually, if we're being pedantic, 'being divisible by 2 and being able to split evenly in half is literally the same thing' is wrong, I think. Because 'divisible by 2' as a term is only defined for natural numbers and means you divide by 2 and get a natural number back (or equivalently the prime divisor thing). And being able to split evenly in half works for any number, I think? At least every real number. Like, π=π/2+π/2 or 3=1.5+1.5 is also evenly split in half if you know what I mean. Maybe that's part of my issue with the sum thing, too. But, like, everyone would know what you mean in both cases, of course. But mathematicians do love to be pedantic.)

Okay, the long math rambling you probably didn't ask for is over :)

Noooo 3=1.5+1.5 is not split EVENLY in half bc 1.5 is not even. Hope that helps :) no passive agressive remarks meant by this, it's just that i understand this is not technically correct, but it is objectively correct in the vibes department.

Tbh the comment about 11, 13 and 15 was half-hearted, i really didn't care anough about getting any of the points right and wouldn't even have left any remarks, but trainwrecks are hypnotizing i guess. Your comment was absolutely correct, these numbers absolutely belong there, it just seemed a little too much of the same, like hammering down the point that had already been made

Also jesus christ tumblr spagettified the text of your ask in the post editor like a black hole, i cannot read anything and don't remember any of the specific things i wamted to respond to.

Hi to you too, glad to see you in my askbox!!! I haven't seen you here since last year!!! (I will see myself out now, sorry) Hope you are well and thriving in the new year

[the-firebird69]

devils tower alpine new jersey - Google Search

rianda tower and it is the wife of jerry jr and llly was involved. and it was paris who jumped. lilly jumped recently could not stop. and you losers try ppl try my husband he hates you doesnt care too much your losers. she was revived and said not him ok and was ok. and she saiad how and then laughed he said a time machine. lauhed again you ow english. and said it macs hv whiskey 23 and morlock go anomolies occur and she saidhow many and about 500 this week alice says..and she says success why do you know. and wont be anough mb them and ok. she rested felt better called him he said im ok cuaght and ok saw it now then she the idiot and somemore. told him and he was amazed and then this whiskey in the jaro and heard it thin lizzy. and then whhat does that mean

and it is aterm. for a hooker who is sick. and the girl next door is the name of the olives. the sknny girl marlboro hospital lizzy or similar

and they ty to use it annd are mac proper.

Hera

ties to the devils tower. the link they awaken the devil or even have it mmade. sent back. revive it. i think partly as he doesnt have molly. mac is not hit but is abraham yes and htey have him c all due to circumstances and it is on he says this sucks and have done it before tons come though hit morlock take it now.

inside the tower is evidence. and lore. and below. it is huge. i had them try to et a sample and i think they did a clone yes.

Zues Hera

Olympus

[badgerthree]

i've seen a lot of people saying things along the lines of "stop buying pokemon games if you want them to be better" which on it's own is, to be perfectly honest, useless. because pokemon is an absolute behemoth of a franchise and we would need a huge amount of people to boycott to actually make a difference - which is not impossible! but for it to happen we need actual organisation.

if i don't buy the next game, i am one person. it's a single drop out of an ocean of profit. and unless we can organise and get the word out enough for people to feel they can be part of something significant anough to actually matter, it's not going to happen. and we do need everyone on board we could possibly get - pokemon is so enormous that there will always be people buying it no matter how successful a boycott campaign is. there will always be people who don't hear about it, kids who don't know about these things, parents who aren't interested they're just getting the thing their kid likes, people who just don't really care.

so if we want to actually try and "stop giving them our money" in a way that will actually make a point, the time to start building that is now. we know they do new generations every three years. spend the next three years trying to actually organise and get as many people in on the idea together before the next big release.

[sheepsheeples]

Being in a like. healthy relationship is so wild wtf.

[tojikai]

hi, I just really wanted you to know that you are such an amazing writer. There's only a few people who are able to write with such class and yet so real. I guess it it really hard to develop a story without letting our biased ideas in between, but you're able to make us both love and hate Gojo in a very real way. As someone who was once in a similar situation, I must tell you... you're just perfect. How hard it is to overcome someone you love so dearly and hate them for doing that to you. Although the reader in your story has very low self-steem, she still cares anough for herself to try and move on.

I know many people do not see her coming back to Gojo, but I honestly do. This "I have made horrible decisions in a moment of crisis and now I want to make up to you" is pretty common in long term relationships. We tend to believe love is always fireworks and explosions, but it is when we settle for a domestic life we realize... it is nothing but an everyday choice.

And as someone who "has chosen to give her ""Gojo"" one more chance", I must say I've never been happier. Sorry for the ramble, I just never had such deep feelings for a story before. You're really amazing and I'll keep on waiting for your next chapters.

Thank you for sharing this story with us!

oh my, this is beautiful~ i hope you guys to stay stronger together. love is sweeter the second time around !! and you're right, it's extremely hard for yn to let go of everything, but she knows that she has to :(( for some reason, this reminded me of this quote that say the greater the love, the greater the chaos. i think it's really beautiful cause i also think it's true, sometimes even if there's perfection in something, we still seek for the beauty in the flawed. thank you so much for this, nonnie <33