#I know the hair isn’t the highest of quality as it’s very messy

[0m3n-0f-d3ath]

💥Shiva Yvanie

Rough first design of my dnd character💥

[heliads]

Best Kept Secrets (Part One)

Based on this request: “Wanda and the reader are married and the reader mom is Agatha but the reader does not know that...Then Agatha watches the reader having a good time with her family and Agatha is happy but sad because we get another flashback of the reader snapping their finger in order to destroy thanos and his army.”

masterlist / part two

Lights flick on in the studio. Cameras start rolling. Title cards disappear, show is live.

Wanda sits on the sofa, legs folded primly in front of her. Her best friend, Agnes, is seated one cushion over, arm flung over the back of the couch, similar to Wanda in excitement but less so in decorum. Classic, charming 1950s dresses are resplendent on both; Wanda’s is plain, Agnes’ checkered. The scene is set, the black and white filter flickering over them both.

The friends are in mid-conversation when Agnes stops suddenly to point at a ring on the other woman’s hand. “Why, Wanda, I didn’t realize you were married! Who’s the lucky sucker, and how come I haven’t met them yet?” Wanda holds out her hand, and both of them admire the shiny band on her finger. “Their name is Y/N, and you don’t know because we were only married recently. The ceremony was just a short while ago, but I feel like I’ve known them all my life.”

There’s a knock on the door, and Wanda flies from her seat, hurrying over to answer. “In fact, I think that will be them right there. Oh, this is swell- I’d been hoping the two of you would meet.” Wanda opens the door to reveal her spouse, sporting 1950s attire as well, a briefcase clasped loosely in one hand. Y/N leans over to kiss their wife, then glances over at Agnes, who has risen to her feet, a somewhat stunned expression on her face.

“I see we have a guest! I don’t believe we’ve yet been introduced, my name is Y/N.” Y/N holds out their hand to Agnes, who shakes it after a second. “Agnes, dear, I’m Agnes.” The neighbour glances over at Y/N’s clothes, then flashes a cheery grin. “I love your fashion sense, honey! You’ve got to tell me where you got those slacks.” Y/N laughs. “Odds and ends from around town. I saw this purple shirt and I just couldn’t resist picking it up. I think purple’s got to be my favorite color.”

Agnes' smile twists slightly, as if thinking about an inside joke that only she happens to know. “It’s my favorite color too, dear. Looks like we have that in common.” Y/N smiles at that. “I’m afraid I’m rather late to meeting you, though. I have work in the city, which ran a little overtime.” Wanda, after taking Y/N’s coat, rejoins the two newly formed friends. “Y/N’s magic at computing. Magic’s just the right word for her, actually.”

Y/N flinches at that, turning to Wanda with a frozen smile. “Wanda, honey, I thought we weren’t supposed to be bringing that up.” Wanda just waves a hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about it-Agnes already knows everything about me. She won’t be worried by a few things that are out of the ordinary.” Y/N visibly relaxes. “That’s good to hear.” Y/N faces Agnes once more, smiling. “If you know about Wanda’s magic, then I’m assuming you’ll know about mine. I’m still not sure when to tell people or not. I don’t want a whole Salem Witch Trial on my hands, you know? That could get kind of messy.”

Agnes grimaces. “You have no idea.” A faint ripple of laughter cascades down from the audience, and Y/N smiles fondly at Wanda. “That’s part of how we met, actually. We both have similar abilities, except she’s in red and I’m in purple. It certainly helped bring us together- I don’t think anyone can really understand everything about me except her.” Agnes clasps her hands together. “That’s just darling, honestly. You two are the cutest.” 

Camera zooms out on the scene, screen fades to black. 

Agatha walks out of the house while Wanda is busy setting up the next scene. There’s no way Y/N could be- absolutely no way. But there are too many similarities between herself and Y/N for a coincidence- the purple, the magic, the resemblance? It couldn’t possibly be true, but yet, Agatha still has a dawning realization that Y/N could maybe, possibly, just be-

Scene opens to a new episode. The audience cheers, action!

Y/N stands, holding their young son Billy in their arms as he carefully tapes the last edge of a banner to the wall. Y/N adjusts their grip slightly, Billy’s shoes several feet above the ground so he can properly affix the banner. There’s a whooshing sound from behind them, and Y/N glances over to see their other son, Tommy, just arriving in the room. He flashes a thumbs-up and a big grin to his parent. “Everything is set. We’re ready to go!”

Y/N smiles, putting Billy back down on the ground once the banner is secure. Billy gestures excitedly to Tommy, who pulls a card out from behind his back. “We made this for you!” The boys say, identical broad grins stretching across their faces. Y/N beams at them, flipping open the card to read the message inside. “Aw, you guys are the cutest! Thank you so much!”

There’s a sound from the staircase, and all attention is instantly diverted away from the card and to Wanda, who is descending from the upper floor. She begins to enter the room. “What’s all this noise I’ve been hearing?” Wanda freezes in her tracks, taking in the room, the banner, the decorations. Billy and Tommy run up to her, shouting “Happy Mother’s Day!” to their mother and wrapping their arms around her. Wanda laughs, glancing around her with a look of awe. “You put all of this together?”

Tommy smiles exuberantly. “Well, Y/N helped us too.” Wanda nods understanding, gaze cutting across the room to her spouse. “That doesn’t surprise me.” Y/N laughs, leaning over the boys to kiss Wanda. “It was an important occasion.” Wanda grins, then her voice drops to a whisper. “Have you really been up decorating with them since early this morning?” Y/N’s eyes widen in exhaustion. “Yes. I’m going to bed at 5 tonight to make up for it.” Wanda grins. “You’re the best.”

Already, the twins are tugging at Wanda’s sleeve, pulling her over to the semi-edible breakfast they’ve prepared. Y/N watches them go, but once all eyes are off of them their grin fades away and they stand alone, looking on in melancholy. Once Y/N’s sure their family isn’t watching, Y/N slips away, out of the house through a door out back. They walk into the backyard, breathing in the refreshing air of morning. 

However, it doesn’t look like they’ll be alone today. There’s a shout of greeting from the sidewalk, and Agnes starts to walk over to them, but her friendly grin drops when she sees the look on Y/N’s face. “You alright, dear?” Y/N sighs, looking away. “I should be fine, it’s just-” They break off, hesitating a few times before continuing on. “When I was very young, my mother left. My father was already out of the picture, and it was just us until, well, it wasn’t. It was one thing to have to learn how to take care of yourself when you’re so small, and it was a whole lot worse when I had to figure out all this.” Their voice drops off as they hold up a hand, purple sparks and streaks flying around their fingers.

“I was scared and alone and I had no idea how to control my magic. All I knew was that my mother abandoned me, probably because of all this.” Agnes’ face drops, and she looks shattered. “Oh, honey, I had no idea. I’m so sorry.” Y/N laughs bitterly. “It’s alright. Sorry to burden you with all of this so early in the morning, it was just strange seeing the boys so excited about Mother’s Day and all that. I was wondering why I didn’t have any memories like that with my mom or if I should be calling her and then I remembered.”

Agnes sighs in sad sympathy. “Well, I don’t know if this will do anything, but if it makes you feel better you can consider me your mother for now. I know it doesn’t solve anything but at least you’ve got me, you know?” Y/N smiles ruefully at that, glancing over at the dark-haired woman. “Thank you, actually. It means more than you’d think.” Y/N laughs quietly. “In that case, I think I should give you this. The boys found it from the highest quality of Hallmarks.” Y/N pulls the slightly bent card out of her pocket, and hands it over to Agnes.

Agnes laughs. “I’ll treasure it.” Y/N laughs as well. “Well, I’d better get back inside.” They start to head back over to the door, and then turn back to face their neighbour once more. “Oh, and Agatha? Thank you.” With that, they disappear through the door. Agnes stands alone in the backyard, suddenly frantic. “Wait- how did you know-that’s not my name- how did you-?”

Cameras cut to black. Ad break begins.

Agatha feels sick to her stomach. Seeing Y/N so hurt, so sad over the disappearance of their mother? It was strange seeing them like that- Y/N was always happy, always smiling, always there. Yet in the flash of an eye, their guard had come down, revealing the person within, who was far more battered and broken than Agatha could have thought. And then Y/N said Agatha’s real name-

She doesn’t know what to think. As she crosses back over the road to her house, Agatha’s head is spinning. She doesn’t want to go back to that time, to revisit that memory, but the scene is already building before her eyes. It happened many years ago, but Agatha can still see it as plain as day.

Agatha stands in the center of the witch coven, one she’d found only recently. She’d been hoping for another group of women to teach her power and control, but it had been a mistake. She can see that now, see it in the way they stand and why they’ve come. Agatha’s voice is raw with begging and pleading. 

“Please, no! You can’t take my child! I’ll do anything- leave, use my power for you, anything. Just don’t take them. They’re just a child! They won’t know how to survive!” The coven shakes their heads, and the leader steps forward. Agatha shrinks away, but the witch still approaches. The leader casts a spell, one that freezes Agatha in place. The woman draws closer, takes the bundle wrapped in blankets from Agatha’s arms. The witch stares at the bundle, at the face of the child inside. “You knew the rules. They cannot be broken.”

The witch walks away. The coven melts away to follow her, and they all disappear into the night. Agatha isn’t sure when the immobility spell breaks, or if it matters at all- she couldn’t move an inch if she tried. All Agatha can think about is the child that has been ripped from her grasp, the child she was just beginning to raise as her own. 

Y/N. That was the child’s name. That was the child Agatha could have had, and the child that is now gone from her forever.

Agatha’s eyes snap shut, sealing her away from the world around her. She can’t think about this anymore. She gestures idly, sending out a magical message to the show. Continue on with the episode, further the plot. Anything to distract Agnes from the pain of the past.

Return from the ad break. Scene opens with an overhead shot of the city. B-Roll is being filmed for the title sequence.

Agatha stands from a distance, watching the figures before her. Y/N and Wanda have decided on a picnic, something cute where they can bring their children along. It was a good move on Wanda’s part- they’re not saying any important lines, and park picnics are always adorable and simplistic enough to make excellent material for her next title sequence. Y/N has recovered from the memories of their past with their mother. Agatha wishes she could move on as easily, although she has a feeling that Wanda took note of her spouse’s unhappiness and wished it away in the changing of the decades.

Y/N is laughing now at a joke one of their children told them. It was a terrible joke, certainly, barely makes any sense, but that doesn’t matter because it’s a beautiful day and Y/N is happily content here with their family. Y/N reaches over to muss up the hair on Tommy’s head as the boy attempts to use his super speed on a Rubik’s Cube. Wanda hands them a sandwich, and Y/N kisses her lightly on the cheek as a thank-you. They look so happy here, so peaceful. It’s hard to imagine that it’s all happening within Wanda’s barrier, that all of this is only happening because Wanda called it up.

Y/N kneels on the red and white checked cloth of the picnic blanket, reaching for a water bottle. It’s an innocent scene, perfectly charming and everything, but Agatha flinches just for a second. It’s that movement right there, Y/N kneeling and their right arm raised in front of them. It reminds Agatha of something she saw in Wanda’s head, when she was searching for a reason as to how Wanda conjured up this entire place. Agatha winces, trying desperately to stem the flood of memory, but it’s no use. The moment is called up before her anyway.

The battleground is desolate, armies of heroes and alien mercenaries clashing all around. The sky is dark with dust and debris. Tony Stark, or the famous human hero Iron Man, sees the Infinity Gauntlet torn from Thanos’ mighty fist and begins to lunge for it, but he’s stopped by another figure, who holds out an arm to block him. Tony turns, sees a familiar face. Y/N shakes their head. “I’m not letting you do this. You have a family who needs you.” Tony puts a hand on their shoulder. “You can’t do it either. You have a life in front of you.” Y/N smiles, though it is sad and broken at the thought of the life they’re about to give up. “There are people depending on you. Tell Wanda I love her.”

With that, the witch sprints away, meeting Thanos at the gauntlet just in time to be knocked aside to the ground with a blow that shakes the earth, a blow that would have killed anyone who didn’t have Y/N’s power. The other Avengers charge Thanos again, desperately trying to fight for a world where Y/N won’t have to make the sacrifice they know is coming. It doesn’t matter. Thanos still rises, still strides towards the gauntlet. 

The Mad Titan slips the gauntlet onto his hand, grimacing in agony as the power rushes over him. There’s a silence on the battlefield. Y/N claws their way out of the cracked ground around them, stands and locks gaze with the Sorcerer Supreme, who holds up one finger. Just the one, but it is enough. Y/N nods, eyes flickering shut for just a second as they reconcile themselves to what they’re about to do.

Thanos stands triumphant. His fingers are about to come together in a snap when a figure flies out of nowhere, violet magic lighting them up and making their eyes dance in a purple haze. Y/N’s hands lock around the Infinity Gauntlet, and they begin to pull it off before Thanos backhands them into a rocky outcropping.

Thanos smiles a crooked leer, speaking one last time to the assembled warriors. “I am inevitable.” He snaps his fingers, but nothing happens. Confused, he turns over his hand to see that his gauntlet is empty, and whirls around to face Y/N once more. Y/N, who is kneeling on the broken ground, whose hand is enveloped in a gauntlet of purple light, Infinity Stones displayed proudly across their knuckles. The power of the Stones should be too much for them, almost is, but they keep their cries of agony buried deep inside.

“Not anymore.”

The sound of their snapped fingers echoes across the battleground. Around them, enemy ships crumble to dust, scores of fighters turning into ash. Even the Mad Titan himself decays away, although he is the last to go. The heroes turn to each other in awe, but their smiles of victory slip away as they realize the cost. The final cost, one that cannot be erased by another snap of gauntlet-clad fingers.

Wanda flies down from the sky in a cloud of scarlet, her face a mask of calm. She rushes to Y/N’s side, helps them sit down against an overhang of metal. Wanda smiles at her love. “You saved us, Y/N, you saved us all. You did it.” Y/N opens their mouth to speak, but can’t, and settles for a quiet smile of their own. Their face, arm, entire right side of their body is split open from the brunt of the Infinity Stones, a hundred scars and gashes crisscrossing across them. Wanda cradles Y/N’s face in her hands. “I love you. I love you so much.”

Y/N nods, just the once, and then their eyes lose that light, the light they’d always seemed to spark and carry. The last remnants of purple charms and magic fade from their body. It is only now that Wanda allows herself to lose her painted picture of serenity, allowing her face to twist with the grief and sadness of a lifetime. Y/N is dead. Y/N is dead. Y/N is dead.

Agatha stares at the happy family in the park, at Y/N in the center. Y/N L/N, Avenger, was buried a couple of weeks ago. Agatha came to Westview to find out how Wanda had so much power flowing right at her fingertips, and was later joined by S.W.O.R.D. or whatever that organization was called. Between the two of them, there’s no doubt that Wanda will be forced to leave this daydream behind and join reality, but Agatha doesn’t know if she can take it. Agatha doesn’t even know if Agatha can take it, to be honest. At some point in the future, there will be a time when Agatha will have to watch her own child fade away into nothingness once more, gone at last.

It’s strange to think that Agatha technically hadn’t met her child at all, that this Y/N is just a projection of Wanda’s power, but they’d grown so close. Agatha bites her tongue, trying to focus on the physical pain instead of the knowledge that haunts her, that she’ll have to say goodbye to her child once and for all. Then she turns, and walks away. The family remains at the park, one witch among them smiling and laughing for all to see.

[tsukishumai]

pairing: miya atsumu x f!reader

tags: fluff, strangers to lovers

word count: 2.2k

Summary: You think of all the different versions you get of Atsumu throughout the day

Nights with Atsumu were unpredictable. Your heart always skipped a beat whenever you received one of his “are you free tonight?” texts, excitement never failing to course through your veins.

Miya Atsumu was an adventure.

He had been that way from the very first night you met him, crashing into him at a music festival your friends had dragged you to.

You had been lost for the past hour - separated from your group when you had mistakenly taken the wrong turn while trying to look for the restrooms. You’ve tried calling them time and time again, but the sheer amount of people at the event must have been doing something to the phone lines. None of your calls or texts were going through.

You mumbled a hurried apology, and you could practically feel the way he raked his gaze over your appearance. Though, there was nothing presentable about your current state; your hair (previously curled and styled carefully) was pulled up into a messy bun, dirt from the festival grounds stained your shoes and pants, and the expression on your face was nothing short of stressed.

“You lost, hun?” He had asked. While you would usually cringe at the pet name coming from a strangers mouth, the slight drawl of his accent made it sound sweet, and you couldn’t help but nod.

“It’s my first time coming to this festival - I have no idea where anything is.”

He nodded in understanding. “It can get pretty confusing if ya don’t know what you’re looking for,” he sighed out, reaching a hand out for you to take, “Come on, I’ll help you find em.”

Even then, having known the man for merely two minutes, you were never hesitant in taking his hand.

He quickly told his own group of the current situation, setting up a meet up spot for the end of the night in case Atsumu wasn’t able to find his way back to them in time.

(That was smart. You guys should have done that.)

You wondered why the blonde boy bothered to take the time out of his night to help you. Hadn’t he spent his own money to be here with his friends?

When you had asked him this question, he simply shrugged. “It wouldn’t be right of me to leave a beautiful girl all alone and lost in this huge festival now, would it?”

You didn’t find your friends for the rest of the night. You had instead spent it with Atsumu, jumping from stage to stage, claiming “maybe we’ll find them there?” but really, his favorite artist was up and he didn’t really want to miss it.

It shocked you how natural it felt to be with him; easy conversation flowed naturally, and the initial mission of his company was quickly forgotten, replaced instead with the dizzying thrill of his fingers wrapped around your wrist to make sure he didn’t lose you in the crowd.

“This is my favorite band,” he yelled into your ear, twirling you in circles as you danced along to the beat pummeling out of the speakers.

“I can see why!” You smiled at him, and the freedom you were feeling in that moment, dancing with a stranger that was quickly becoming a friend, was a better high than any drug.

Atsumu couldn’t dance at all - this was something you had pointed out during the second set you had watched together - but there was something in the way he just stuck his tongue out at you and continued to flail his limbs in some semblance of a rhythm with such confidence that you couldn’t help but find charming.

“Y/N!”

The frantic crying of your name made you whip your head around, and you see your best friend running over to you.

“We’ve been looking for you everywhere!”

You let your best friend scold you for going missing for four hours, pushing down the feeling of embarrassment as Atsumu snickered at you.

“Thanks for keeping me company,” you said, turning to him one last time before finally joining your original pack.

“Anytime,” he smiled, then pulled his phone out of his pocket before handing it to you, “Mind returning the favor some day?”

The grin on your face was brighter than any of the lights surrounding the stage, quickly entering your number and saving it.

It wasn’t even two days after the festival before you received your first invitation out from Atsumu.

There were nights when he took you out to his favorite bar on a Thursday night because shots were 2-for-1 on Thursdays. The two of you would always run into more than one for Atsumu’s friends, and you were more than happy to allow them to indulge you in one or two embarrassing stories of Atsumu. The smile on your face grew wider each time his blush would deepen, and you didn’t know you could find him more endearing than you already do.

There were nights when he would whisk you away to a secret spot in a part of the city you had never been to. “It’s a little bit of a hike,” he’d warn you. You’d have half a mind to reprimand him for letting you wear your new shoes knowing the path would be dirty, but you were shut up by the views. Atsumu came prepared with a blanket to lay down on, taking out snacks and drinks from the backpack he was carrying. Your heart clenched at his thoughtfulness, laying down to stare at the stars peppering the sky. “The moon looks really full,” you said. “Yeah, just like my heart is for you,” he cooed. You would share a laugh, shoving him slightly, but hoping with everything that he meant it.

There were nights when he would take you to visit his brother’s onigiri shop. He would always take you either at closing time or after, ensuring that the three of you had the place to yourself. You could feel this to be some sort of test - test of what, you weren’t sure but you knew you wanted to pass it. Osamu would bring out off the menu flavors, using the two of you as his test subjects. You and Atsumu would exaggerate your judgements, commenting as if you were judges on Top Chef. “The consistency of the rice provided a good mouth feel,” you commented, rubbing a hand on your chin. “The flavors meld together perfectly, creating a refined taste suitable for any palate,” Atsumu replies, and the two of you would burst out laughing, Osamu rolling his eyes and asking you to be serious.

It was after one of those nights, belly and heart full from the nonstop eating and laughing. Atsumu walked you all the way up to your door, saying it’s much too late for you to be on your own. With your key in the door, you turned to say your good bye, only to be met by the softness of atsumu’s lips.

Nights were when Miya Atsumu let you into his world.

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

Afternoons were rarely spent with Atsumu.

You would think that sharing an apartment with the blonde setter would afford you more quality time, but he mostly spent his afternoons chasing his dreams.

You’ll never forget the afternoon the two of you had found out he had made onto his first pro-volleyball team; he was officially an MSBY Jackal. Happy tears were shed, on your part, but more so on his. Excitement stamped all over his face as he claimed he still had so much work to do.

You never held it against him when he came home late at night, the only interaction you’d have would be the kiss he placed on your forehead before climbing into his side of the bed. You didn’t mind that even though you were now living together, this was the most time you two would spend apart. It wasn’t like you were just waiting around; you had a job you loved and were dedicated to.

He never let you missed him too much, though.

“Are we almost there?” Atsumu gasped out, and you just threw your head back and laughed.

“What’s wrong? I thought volleyball players were supposed to have monstrous thighs or whatever?”

Atsumu grumbled. “Yes, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t exhausting to scale a damn mountain!”

“Always so dramatic,” you mused, skipping ahead of him on the trail. Atsumu had a rare day off from practice, and insisted on doing whatever you wanted for the day. He was hoping you were going to say ‘let’s cuddle and stay in!’ Or ‘I want to go to that cafe I saw on Insta!’

But no, you went with “I want to go on a hike!”

It was his own fault, really. Ever since he would take you to look at the stars, you made it your mission to find all the little gems in your city.

“I swear to god, I’m gonna faint,” Atsumu placed the back of his hand on his forehead, “Please tell me we’re almost to the top!”

You grabbed his hand, pulling him up the last few steps of the trail.

“Ta da,” you sang out, out stretching your arms to present the view from the top.

Atsumu took on a deep breath and looked at the view. From the top of the trail, all that surrounded the two of you was the color green. Green leaves from towering trees that covered the face of the mountains that surrounded you. Green shrubs that littered around the forest floor, creating a lush carpet of foliage that stretched as far as you could see. In the space between the mountain ranges, Atsumu could see a hint of the ocean that lies beyond, and he could almost taste the salty air that always made his hair wavy.

The beauty of the earth surrounded him, reminding him of life flourishing all around, and all he could really look at was you.

The color of your eyes that sparkled like uncut gems when caught by the golden rays of the sun that was now nearing its highest peak in the sky could rival the most vibrant green nature could produce. The smile on your face was more blinding than the summer sun. All he could see was the beauty of the love that he knows only you could give him.

Afternoons were rarely spent with Atsumu, but he’s thankful for every chance he gets to be part of your world.

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

Mornings with Miya Atsumu were lazy, and intimate.

The habit of early mornings were hard to break, and regardless of whether you set an alarm or not, the both of you would stir awake at the crack of dawn.

You could feel Atsumu’s heated breath on the back of your neck as he wrapped an arm around your waist. “Good morning,” he would mumble, voice still thick with last nights sleep, dripping into your ears like fresh honey.

“Good morning,” you would reply back, turning around to bury your face into his chest. You loved the way he would always pull you closer, as if there was no wya you could be close enough, trying to fuse you into his own body. You don’t care that you can’t really breathe in this position - there was no where else you would rather be.

Though you were willing to stay that way forever, it was only a matter of time before life interrupts peace and demands to be lived. After a few more soft kisses placed on any bare skin lips could get too, maybe a few fingers brushing through your rats nest of a hair, Atsumu always was the first get up out of bed. You’d try to beg him for a few more minutes, but he’d make you laugh and say “I’d love to doll, but my bladders bout to burst all over our sheets,” and you can’t do anything but laugh and let him go.

Atsumu always showered first since his days started earlier, and you would make your way downstairs to make coffee for the both of you. You usually drank it black, but you made Atsumu’s with a little extra cream. He never asks you to, but you always packed him a lunch and snacks to take to practice, leaving little notes with words of affirmation to get him through the day. The look of pure admiration and love you get when you simply hand him a lunch box, thermos, a peck on the lips, and a prayer for safety; you think this must be true happiness.

You walk back up to the bathroom to start your morning routine, and feel warmth spread all over when you see that he’s set up your toothbrush on the sink with a glob of toothpaste on top and a little cup of mouthwash prepared and ready for you to use.

You loved Miya Atsumu at all hours of the day, but mornings just might be your favorite.

In the morning, Miya Atsumu was just for you.

[scary-lasagna]

Can I please have jeff,toby and slender with an out of control teenage daughter

Jeff

He knew this was coming.

Ever since he got in a relationship, and his s/o showed him that plastic stick, he knew it was going to be hell to raise a kid.

His first mistake was thinking that a girl would be easier to raise and control, taking that most women in his life are well put together, from what he can see, at least.

His second mistake was giving her the liberty to yell at him.

They get in arguments often, and Jeff can practically hear the ticking of his doomsday clock when he finally decides she's had enough of his bullshit.

She's Jeff THE KILLER's daughter, after all. She's not dumb, she knows what her father does. Hell, he's even taught her some self-defense moves. Moves that can also be used to kill innocent people. And also parental figures.

Everyone who knows Jeff knows that he can't handle and express his emotions well.

It's a struggle to get his daughter to even sit down, let alone have a face-to-face chat with him.

"Listen, I wasn't the best kind of kid in my teenage years either, but there's still a line that cannot be crossed. I want to see you grow up into a beautiful woman who doesn't take shit from anybody. I don't want you spiraling down into a pit of self-pity like I did."

"And what the hell does that have to do with me?"

"it means I'm taking away your alcohol...for three days."

"tHrEE dAys??"

Jeff always hated punishments when he was a child, but she's still lucky that's how long she's getting.

Being lenient, it's not long efore she returns with her old ways.

But Jeff will make sure some quality time is spent with his child, letting her know her boundaries and when no to stab someone out of anger.

Which sounds crazy, coming from him.

But even maniacs have opportunities to grow into better versions of themselves.

Toby

Toby is a very lenient father.

The last thing he wants to happen is for his daughter to hate him.

So spoiling his child must equal love, in Toby's terms.

But ruling out punishments and consequences isn't always the best choice for a child, well, teenager.

Toby learns this the hard way when he comes home from work and finds her passed out on the couch with a beer bottle in her hand, surrounded by messy pillows and the smell of smoke in the air.

He reluctantly carries her up to her room and places a cold cloth on her head until she wakes up in the morning.

He makes her a hangover-cure drink he found a tutorial for on youtube, one that he wishes he found when he was younger to ease his father's rage.

After handing her the drink he sits on the edge of the bed with his hands clasped together.

"Listen, you've gotten away with a lot of things throughout your life, kid. But you're starting to push it a bit, don't you think?"

His offspring merely shuffles under the covers at his words.

"I don't want anything to happen to you, so, some things are gonna change from now on. For your sake. You're probably going to hate me, but I'll take that chance."

He squeezes her on the shoulder and places a kiss on her hair before walking out.

No phone, no computer, no gaming consoles. She'll earn them back after she's proven herself to be a better person.

Toby can help with this, of course. It's a road he's walked on throughout his life, and he's willing to let his daughter travel alongside him.

Slender

Slender doesn't take any shit from teenagers, that's evident enough at the manor.

Anyone who misbehaves is dealt with accordingly, and he's pretty fair with punishments.

His daughter is not an exception.

He will put his foot down, scold her, and throw her in the highest tower of the land like Rapunzel if he has to.

He's half-raised three of his shit-eating brothers, handles the manor's residents, and children, for that matter.

Slender will not feel any remorse for a misbehaving child.

He'll snoop through her room while shes's gone, remove any and all illegal substances and dump them in the mud outside.

He puts her on a strict schedule, and she's practically grounded until she reaches the age of 20.

Unless she somehow grows a golden halo and a pair of pure wings.

He's there if she needs him, and if not, he just hopes that he's done the right thing for his daughter and that she knows how much he loves her.

[writethehousedown]

umbrella. (Jackie/Jan) -- meggie

A/N: Hello hi. This is from the teachers!AU universe, but it focuses on two of the students instead. (A concept.) Y’all know I’m in love with Jan by now, so of course, I was going to include her. This is also a response to a prompt I got a couple of weeks ago from an Anon (Jackie/Jan, “let me take you home”).

Thank you, Mia, for looking over this, and THANK YOU, MAC, for my Cameo from Jan!!! It was exactly what I needed for inspiration for life. Love you both big big big.

Let me know what you think! I’m @janssports

Jan is walking home from school in the rain when it finally happens.

Her umbrella has been on its last legs for some time now, the metal skeleton underbelly warped just enough to make it a little bit floppy on the backside, but Jan doesn’t care, because it’s her favorite umbrella and it was the last gift she got from her grandmother before she passed five years ago and she’s been hesitant to replace it because that would feel like replacing Nanny and Jan isn’t quite ready to do that yet.

Anyway.

But she’s walking home from school, purple polka dotted umbrella held aloft, every once in a while tilting her head up to the sky to let the drops of moisture fall on her skin when there’s a gust of wind that catches her umbrella in just the wrong way and the whole thing collapses on her head.

“Well, fuck,” she mutters, the curse word heavy and unfamiliar in her mouth. It’s pouring now, and she’s been standing there, contemplating the demise of her poor umbrella for a mere 20 seconds and she’s already soaked. And she still has quite a way to go until she gets home.

She could have ridden the bus, like she usually does on rainy days, but it had just been sprinkling when school let out, and sometimes she likes to walk in the light rain; it clears her head, letting her recenter after her day at school. Especially with her umbrella from Nanny in her hands. It’s almost like they’re having a conversation. Almost like she can hear the woman’s voice in her head giving her advice, telling her what she needs to know.

“Guess that’s over now.” Jan twists the umbrella in her hand, looking for any redemptive qualities although she knows that it’s too far gone to be saved. She has other umbrellas: her parents have bought her umbrellas for the last two Christmases, ever since her cousin Rose stepped on the umbrella and caused the first flaw. But this one feels special, sentimental. She can’t just give up on it.

She trudges on, the rain cold as it trickles down her back in rivulets, and Jan shudders a little. The light cardigan she’d wrapped herself in before leaving the house this morning is doing very little to keep her warm now. It doesn’t wick the water away from her skin at all; it feels something like wearing a wet towel draped over her shoulders.

She’s miserable, on the verge of tears, and positive that all the homework in her bag is going to be ruined when a silver car slows on the road beside her.

Jan puts her head down and keeps walking. This isn’t the first time a creepy guy has stopped and asked to give her a ride, and while she may look naive and dumb, she listens to far too many true crime podcasts to fall for that helpful nice guy nonsense.

“Hey, Jan!” The voice is female and almost drowned out by the driving rain, but she ignores it just the same. So what if they know her name?

“You’re Jan, right?” The voice calls to her again, and this time (mostly out of curiosity), Jan turns her head to look.

“Hey!” Jackie Cox waves her over upon making eye contact. “Oh my god, girl, get in the car. It’s pouring!”

Jan knows Jackie. Well. She doesn’t know her, but she knows of her. (She’s always admired her a little.) Plus Brianna is friends with Jackie (as vice president, Jackie is heir apparent to Brianna’s student body presidency) and Jan and Brianna are close. So she guesses that makes her friends by proxy with Jackie, which is more than reason enough for Jan to consider accepting a ride.

She must be hesitating for far too long because Jackie waves to her again. “Come on. Let me take you home?”

The facts were, as Jan saw them, fairly straight forward: Jackie was probably not a serial killer. If she was, then she managed to organize her day in a way that Jan envied, because not only was Jackie involved in student council, but she also started on the girls’ lacrosse team, served as secretary of the history club, and had the highest grade point average in the junior class.

So yes. Jan knew Jackie, admired her even, and if Brianna trusted her, it was probably okay for Jan to do the same.

So she quirks her lips to the side, shakes out her stringy, sopping hair, and jogs to the side of the car.

Once she’s settled, Jan shoves her poor broken umbrella in the side pocket of her backpack and studies the interior of the car. It’s pristine, as she would have guessed. Jackie is not a messy kind of person; she’s meticulous and careful and perfect. It’s another reason Jan has always been a little bit fascinated with her. Jackie is, truly, everything Jan wishes she was.

“Oh, here.” Jackie reaches over to the center console and twists knobs until the heat blasts on Jan’s feet. “God, you must be freezing. What are you doing walking in this mess?”

“My umbrella broke,” Jan offers feebly. “And I kind of didn’t know how to react. I…” She sighs. “It’s dumb, and it’s just an umbrella, but it means a lot.”

Jackie nods, but doesn’t look convinced. “Just tell me where I’m going, okay?”

“Straight until Sinclair,” Jan says, tucking her hands under her thighs. “Your car’s going to be trashed. I’m so sorry.”

Jackie brushes her off with a wave of her hand. “No biggie. Besides, I’d rather have a messy car than have you get pneumonia out there. What are you doing walking in all this rain?”

Jan shrugs. “I like walking. Gives me time to think. Plus it’s good exercise. Good for the lung capacity.” She hates herself in this instant. Wishes she could take back everything she’s said since Jackie picked her up.

“Oh yeah!” Jackie nods. “You’re really into show choir, aren’t you? Like the main soloist or whatever.”

“Yeah, I guess.” Jan’s cheeks burn hot and she ducks her head. “I mean, we don’t really have a ‘main soloist,’ but Ms. Act has been really nice to give me some solos this year.”

“Most solos from what I’ve heard,” Jackie tacks on quickly. “But anyway.” 

“Yeah.” 

Jan wonders for a brief moment how exactly Jackie knows that she’s been given more than one solo this year. Logically, she just assumes that Brianna has mentioned it. But the girl never gives Jan information about Jackie or Kameron or really any of her other friends that Jan doesn’t know very well. 

“So where am I going now?”

Lost in her thoughts, Jan has completely missed the fact that they’ve turned onto Sinclair, so she gestures wildly with her right hand. “Just straight. I live off Upton, so it’s a few more blocks.”

Jackie snickers. “Upton and Sinclair.”

“Yeah, I know.” She rolls her eyes. “I think that’s half the reason my dad bought the house in the first place. He calls the house The Jungle, which is just… It’s so stupid.” Why is she still talking?

“No!” Jackie insists. “I think it’s cute.”

Silence descends on them once more, and Jan watches house after house pass by, still wondering how exactly Jan knows things about her.

You’ll never find out until you just ask, she practically hears her nanny’s voice in her head.

So despite her instincts to just shut the hell up, Jan clears her throat. “You, umm. You pay attention to the show choir? I thought most people just made fun of us.”

Jackie’s mouth falls open. “Oh my god, why? That’s awful.”

Jan shrugs. “I mean, it’s not like we’re that good.”

“Now that Ms. Act’s taken over, you guys are pretty good,” the other girl says. “And since you started getting the solos.”

Jan blushes again, tells herself it’s just the blast of the car’s heater, and not the way that Jackie keeps looking over at her and smiling that tiny, genuine smile that kind of makes Jan burn hot all over.

It’s definitely the heater.

She shifts uncomfortably in her seat. “I’m the fourth house on the left,” she mutters quietly, pointing at the towering brick structure as the car pulls closer.

Jackie drives around the cul-de-sac and parks just in front of Jan’s house. “Here you go,” she says brightly. “Still damp, but… Maybe not as wet as you would have been.”

Jan blushes harder and reaches for the door handle. “Thank you,” she says sincerely. “Seriously. I can’t imagine what that walk would have been like if you hadn’t come along.”

“Wet,” Jackie deadpans, then smiles that radiant, lovely grin over at her. 

Jan giggles. “You’re right. Well. Thanks again.” She gathers her backpack, tugs on the handle, and has just stepped onto the sidewalk after closing the door when she hears the power window roll down.

“I’ll see you around school, yeah?” Jackie asks, her voice full of optimism and (Jan could totally be misreading this) hope. (She thinks it’s hope. It really sounds like hope. She really hopes it’s hope.)

“I’d love that,” Jan says and smiles.

She stands on the stoop and watches the tail lights of the car until they disappear from view.

***

Jackie’s waiting for Jan at her locker between second and third period the next morning, a pale purple gift bag dangling from her hand.

“Hey!” She waves as she steps aside, allowing Jan access to her locker. “Sorry, god, this is really creepy. It really wasn’t this creepy when I thought it out in my head.”

Jan shakes her head. “It’s not creepy. I guess Brianna told you where my locker was?”

“Correct,” Jan says. “I just wanted to give you this.” She holds out the bag to Jan and bounces a little.

Jan pulls the bag open and glances inside. It’s her broken umbrella. But it looks slightly… Less broken.

“Did you fix it?” Jan asks incredulously. “I thought it was totally wrecked.”

Jackie nods. “Well, it was a challenge. But my mom helped me. She’s pretty handy. I don’t know. I found it in my car, noticed it was broken and… It seemed like it was really important to you.”

“It is.” Jan lunges forward and captures Jackie in a tight hug. “Thank you.”

“No biggie.” Jackie shrugs. “Really. It was a pleasure.”

Jan could be imagining it, but she could swear that Jackie blushes a little as she smiles at her. 

[moviediary]

She’s All That (1999)

Rich and popular makes a bet with his “friend”, whose personality is pretty much summed up by the fact that he has frosted tips, that he can turn any girl into the prom queen after getting dumped by his longtime girlfriend. 

Now don’t get me wrong, I love this movie, but every time I watch it I can’t help but be amazed at how absurd it is. I mean, cliché plot aside, every individual piece that makes up this 1 hour and 30 minute ode to the individual is completely insane. What universe does this take place in? What high school do they go to?

That being said, I really like the opening shots to this movie, it definitely gives you a good introduction to the main character. Laney Boggs. She’s political and messy and 100% down to her bones an art student. She isn’t afraid to be dark.

In contrast I feel like the first meeting of the main love interest really doesn’t set him up to be who the writers want you to think he is. I mean he rolls up to school in a bright yellow Jeep with a Mr. Prez vanity plate. Then you see his shoes when he gets out of the car, fuckin’ ugly ass leather loafers. I’m sorry I know this means nothing I just have a hard time believing this jock wears these fucking shoes they’re so god damn ugly.

Every moment that introduces him makes it seem like he should be the villain, he has pretty much no redeeming qualities that we can see besides his wit (barely) and good looks. I just don’t understand why we’re supposed to like him, this is Sixteen Candles all over again. Hot rich guy, is an asshole, for some reason I still root for and love him. How does that work? What makes these characters so grossly likable? I mean, his name is Zack. That alone raises a red flag for me. That’s a frat boy asshole name. Zacks are friends of Kyle that’s all I’m saying.

Once we get through his painfully douchey introduction we get introduced to Zack’s equally douchey friends frosted tips and Gus from psych. (don’t ask me what their actual names are it’s not important anyway, that is essentially their personalities) The first thing we hear is them talking about summer break and their vacations, further driving home how rich they are and how weird it is that adults write movies about teenagers having gratuitous amounts of sex with adults. Then Zach tries unsuccessfully to say something philosophical about them graduating soon (I have to keep reminding myself that he’s supposed to have like the 4th highest GPA in their class) They then meet the most 90s girls I have ever seen. Who I guess are supposed to be popular? One thing I do like is how diverse all the characters are, they don’t all look exactly the same which I feel tends to be a problem with high school movies.

So we finally meet the “popular girl” Taylor Vaughn, Zack’s girlfriend and she immediately breaks up with him (which honestly is probably a good idea anyway) and his “friends” fucking laugh at him which he really had coming. I mean. Look at his hair. 

This launches what is probably one of my favorite narrated flashback scenes of all time, not because the topic is particularly interesting but because I love the way they have Zach interrupt her inside of the flashback. It’s a very small addition that really gives the scene style. Also we see this hot girl start dating Shaggy??? Also one of the villains from the original Scream???( he only really plays one character.) Makes me laugh every time. Also makes me a little uncomfortable every time since she’s in high school and he’s who knows how old but whatever not important. This also leads to one of my favorite exchanges in the whole movie. 

Taylor wraps up her spring break story time with one of the rawest lines I've ever seen in a 90s movie (she really did that to him) and the director throws in a classic high school movie trope, everyone actually caring enough to stop and watch this exchange. And while I usually hate this kind of character worship, since this movie is already so bizarre and unrealistic it actually kinda fits

We then cut to Laney’s art class which includes her teacher that for some reason thinks her art isn’t personal enough and two clown obsessed Lydia Deetz knock offs. I have to say I do love this part where the art students literally suggest that she kill herself in order to have her art recognized. Very realistic conversation between art students. 

That whole scene is really funny though because it doesn’t feel like it belongs in this movie. Even the music doesn't fit which is only emphasized by the sudden bell ringing transition back into a stereotypical high school movie. It reminds me of movies like the craft, the way it’s cut together, the way the characters talk, how Laney just stares straight ahead after not saying anything. It seems like she could have chosen a completely different movie to be in. Like if the movie was a chose your own adventure, she could have been in a different genre entirely and the movie would have been about her and those girls faking her death to get recognition and make money from her paintings. which would have been sick. but that isn't the movie I’m watching. Which I’m reminded of when fucking Zack comes back on screen.

Also right before the scene where the actual bet is introduced we meet the school’s resident DJ??? which isn’t important at all but is so strange that I feel the need to point it out. Like they don’t just have a guy who does the announcements they have like a disc jockey who is just there all the time??? There are just so many little things in this movie that make it so weird.

So fucking Brock pukashells pulls up and Zach just flips. Which is understandable it is a very gross moment but he just fucking goes off about Taylor and how she’s not that great and he could get with any girl in the school. His friends point out that bitch boy forgot that Taylor Vaughn is “an institution” and basically Zach with tits. She’s very important. This is something I never get about movies like this, has anyone actually been to a high school where someone was that well known. But also not liked? Like sure she’s hot, but she’s also a grade A bitch to everyone. and according to Zach nothing more than a C minus GPA in a Wonderbra. 

Once you get through the misogyny plus ultra scene and they finally make the bet, frosted tips has picked the girl Zach has to turn into the prom queen. Scary inaccessible Laney Boggs. He’s got 6 weeks to make her popular. He starts off his first exchange with her in the best way possible. By calling her brother Spaz (as his name). Again, we’re supposed to like this guy I think. I don’t know when he’s supposed to become a likable character but I can’t imagine it’s during all these scenes where he just legit insults people.

I also love all of the clips we get to see from Brock’s time on The Real World Which make me really question why all the girls fan girl over him given that he’s actually the worst, even on the show. We also get introduced to Zack’s sister who probably should have been a lesbian given how queer coded her character is besides the fact that she desperately wants a boyfriend. She even goes to an all girls school it would have been perfect. But alas, this movie is gay-less.

We are then introduced to another b-plot in this movie, Zack’s indecision about college. This was I guess to make him more human? or something? To sort of flesh him out and give him problems but honestly he doesn't have any problems. Later in the movie Laney points this out to him, he can do whatever he wants. This whole college thing is resolved fairly quickly later in the film too, it’s not very important it’s just the only thing we see about Zack besides being a perfect high schooler throughout the whole movie. Well that and his terrible performance art and being an asshole. 

After we see that Zack has been accepted by every Ivy League school and their mother (I’m not jealous I swear) we take a brief Taylor being a bitch detour before getting back to Zack making an ass of himself. This time he’s bothering Laney at her job which is awesome we love that. Again I don’t know why we like this guy he does like 3 nice things the whole movie. Anyway she gets defensive like she always does and he fumbles around trying to talk like he’s a normal person and not a walking cliché and then there’s this really strange exchange where he tries to asked her for help in art classes and she says “you don’t take art” and he’s like “how do you know?” and she’s like “Why haven't I seen you in any of my classes?” and like, I get what they were going for but what kind of high school is this? how does she have time to take more than one art class? How is she already an art major before she’s in college that’s not how high school works. I only ever had one school where I could take more than two extra curriculars and that was in middle school and it was only because they fucked up and put me in four hours of study hall and so I just went to all of the art classes that were offered. But that’s different. And am I way over analyzing this movie? yes. Does anyone but me care about this shit? probably not, but I’m gonna talk about it anyway.

I also really like Laney’s best friend who’s kind of just there, all the time, he’s such a good wing man. He also made the best excuse to get out of seeing that weird ass art show she’s in. He’s like, oh good I don’t have to see another Mitch show. He’s probably in his underwear in all of them, I wouldn’t want to go either. I think it really says something about the performance art world though, because this is probably the most believable part of the whole movie. If someone told me that his is just an actual performance art piece that they used in this movie I would absolutely believe them. Also one of the weird gremlins in this piece says what is probably my favorite quote ever which is “my soul is an island, my car is a Ford” like what the fuck is that I love that so much.

I really want to know how they came up with this shit, it’s so perfect. It also is another one of these parts in the movie that doesn’t really add anything. A lot of the movie is like this, I feel like 90% of this movie is weird filler scenes and the rest in plot. Like it’s so obvious how it’s going to end that you barely even need to watch most of the movie, and even when you do watch most of the movie it always kind of feels like it only half has something to do with the plot. I’m not even going to talk about the weird hacky Sack scene, I can’t handle how embarrassing and cringey it is I pretty much always skip through it. What a dick move of Laney’s to even put him in that situation. The whole “your eyes are really beautiful” scene is also really strange, both his lines and her reaction don’t really make sense. Through most of this movie when they actually talk to each other I feel like they don’t have any chemistry. It’s the same when he subtly blackmails her into going to the beach with him. He’s awkward and barely says anything that prompts a response and then she just goes full WOKE EMO on him and like, they really do have nothing in common I do not understand their relationship. And then his friends show up and he’s like, “If we’re gonna be friends we’ll have to deal with them eventually” which like, 1: wow get some friends you actually like maybe? And 2: how are you guys friends, you’ve barely ever managed to exchange civil words on screen. Actually maybe that makes sense, this is why he thinks this is okay (besides the whole bet thing) maybe he doesn’t realize he’s supposed to actually like his friends and girlfriend. Because it really seems like he doesn’t like any of them, which I get. Except for Gus (not his name but whatever) because that guy’s actually pretty funny and spends the whole movie calling frosted tips out whenever he sounds too much like Kenny from Can’t Hardly Wait.

The whole beach scene is kinda take it or leave it too, there are a lot of moments where we see Laney hang out with Zack and other people but honestly through the whole movie there really isn’t a whole lot of growth. We don’t actually really see them bond or talk, we’re supposed to believe their relationship is growing but I guess that must be happening off screen because I don’t see it.

One of my favorite parts is when Zack forces the JV soccer team to clean Laney’s house, the kid answering the jeopardy question and her dad just realizing they were there. Oh man, gets me every time. The makeover scene is also pretty cute, I always love those. Also the whole “new, not improved, but different Laney Boggs” thing is adorable and I appreciate it.

The evolving of the characters and their relationships don’t happen gradually, what little is actually shown is pretty much in like 3 parts, the opening, the party scene, and the end. The characters are very flat for most of the movie and they have very little personality, but the party scene is very fun to watch. From “Gracias, papi!” to Laney turning Misty into a clown, and then the Give it to Me dance sequence. And even though the characters haven’t really given me a good reason to care about them my heart still hurts a little for Laney when Taylor ruins her dress. That’s the thing about this movie, I shouldn’t care, I shouldn’t like these characters, but I still do, and I have no idea why.

The Brock dumping Taylor thing was great, the parallel was expected but I actually think it added to the story. In fact most of the things after the party actually feel necessary to the movie which is nice. Even the soccer practice actually leads to something. I don’t know what it is about the 2nd quarter of this movie that feels so empty but whatever it is it’s enough that I saw a noticeable difference when I got to the third act of this movie.

It’s a small part but I also really love the alternative clubs that make signs in favor of Laney for prom queen. They’re just so fucking funny to me. I mean, Hygiene club? Prisoners club??? What?

Then they pull another fast feelings thing on me again. They throw the mom painting scene at me and like, wow that’s sad. Then Zack tries to garner sympathy for the problems that he makes for himself. Then boom they flip on me again they’re cute and I like them. Then she says that weird thing about prom and he just dips man. And like, Why do they gotta do me like that? I cannot seem to decide if I like these characters or not it’s so weird how this dialogue is written.

And then the dream happens? Definitely one of the best scenes in the whole movie. So fucking perfect. It really just adds to the weird slight surrealness of this whole movie.

Then we go back to the school and suddenly everyone is dressing like Laney? In support I guess? Again can I just ask what fucking school they go to? And then there’s the beat boxing scene? Where they rap about who’s gonna be prom queen? I’ve never even met anybody that invested in the outcome of who’s gonna be prom queen except for those running. I don’t even think I know anybody who voted. Even so, I do love the beat box scene, they really spit some bars.

Also I just noticed that in that super fucked cafeteria scene, you can see Buffy make a cameo? Just a fun little trivia fact. But seriously that cafeteria scene is fucked. Like, the pubes on the pizza? I wish no one had thought of that ever. Also can I just say I would undoubtedly rather get my ass kicked than be forced to eat pubes. I don’t know what they were thinking that isn’t even a question.

It’s also really uncomfortable how good frosted tips is at acting like he’s not a douchebag. What a creep. If that were a real guy I’d be tempted to call him a sociopath. So gross. But I suppose it’s good for the story line.

The end of the movie wraps up pretty fast honestly. Zack’s dad and him finally communicate which fixes Zack’s only problem immediately because that’s just how easy it is. He was just projecting the whole time, his dad had literally no problems other than being a typical rich dad. Then of course we get another moment with the school DJ who I guess just gets to play and say what ever he wants whenever he wants. Am I the only one who thinks it’s really inappropriate how sexual that guy’s announcements about prom are? Maybe it’s just me and I had a really different high school experience but I feel like people are way too focused on sex when they make movies about high school. Other shit was going on you know? It’s just odd for me to think about grown adults writing and pitching this movie.

Zack really is such a bitch boy though, he doesn’t even try to explain anything to her, just lets her get hurt and lets Taylor be a bitch to her without saying anything. He doesn’t even try to tell her that frosted tips was just as much a part of it as he was. Honestly I kind of wish that frosted tips wasn’t such an asshole his whole heart to heart with her at the door before prom could have been really cute if I didn’t already know he was a lying scumbag. But I guess Laney just gets the lesser of the douchebags.

We finally get to the prom, inarguably the best part of the whole movie, all the little bits and pieces. The sex doll guy is always funny as hell. The DJ being the school DJ works really well brings a lot of closure to that whole weirdness. Also that dance scene is fucking great, has absolutely nothing to do with the plot, which actually works since about 40% of the things in this movie have nothing to do with the plot of this movie. I absolutely unironically tried to learn this dance, man I fucking wish prom was actually like this. I don’t know about you guys but for me, both of my proms were not nearly this theatrical. I spent my first one playing black jack the whole time and my senior prom was full of people that were way too white to dance. Anyway, Laney doesn’t win and she leaves early. Zack gives a pretty boring speech. Taylor goes off on everyone. Frosted tips tries to get Laney in bed and everyone gets upset.

The whole thing ends with Laney coming home to find Zach waiting for her to make sure she’s okay, which is sweet and all but like I can’t help wondering how long he had just been standing there waiting. Especially since it seemed like her dad was just ignoring him. That’s just a funny image to me. Anyway, they dance in the backyard. They kiss. It’s cute. Zack loses the bet so he accepts his diploma naked which I’m pretty sure is indecent public exposure but sure.

Overall it’s a very cute movie. The clichés are sort of made up for by all the weird 90s movie things. Plus it has a pretty great soundtrack. I know I sort of really went in on this movie but to be honest I really enjoy watching it. I’m not sure why. It’s pretty bad when you think about it any deeper than surface level. But it’s also just really fun and the characters are weird and there’s too many duffel bags to be normal and it’s just funny. It’s really weirdly funny. And it has that same non-conclusion that a lot of teen rom-coms have where they just can’t really give you all that much and just make sure they’re happy even if you know there is no way they can continue a relationship outside of high school. It may sound like it, but I’m not mad at it. If you haven’t already I’d say watch it. Watch it as a relaxing mindless good time activity. At the very least you won’t be bored, but if you get sympathy embarrassment like I do then maybe skip a few parts.

As of right now this movie is not available for free on any streaming sites (yes I own it on DVD don’t @ me)

Final Verdict:

Actual movie review: 6/10

How fun is it to watch?: 8/10

[riverboundao3ff]

Riverbound Chapter 8

As it turned out, you would not be dashing off on a dangerous quest as the valiant hero determined to save Alternia. Not yet, anyways.

However, you would be helping to prepare for Tyzias’s mission that is planned for tomorrow, which has your blood pumping as the teal whips out a map of Thrashthrust, with one smaller area circled in red marker, and slaps it down in the middle of the carpet you’re all gathered around.

“This is Her Imperial Condescension’s Drone Factory of the General Thrashthrust Area,” Tyzias begins. “In about thirty hours, all drones in the city will report back to the factory in four waves for about one hour each to upload new information to the government’s databases. Information like this includes individuals who are at risk of being culled, cellular data that’s been used to track people as they go about their night, and most importantly, if there’s any signs of rebellion. The drones will also be undergoing their regular maintenance checks.”

Daraya reaches over and taps a claw to the area circled in red. “While there are a few trolls there to make sure everything’s running smoothly, the uploading of data and maintenance checks are done by computers. What we want is to get into those computers and wipe out the data. Bonus points if we can wreck the computers, too.”

“That kind of technology won’t just be out in the open for anybody to get into, much less the information needed to actually access the good stuff,” Mallek says, tapping the pad of his pointer finger to his other fist. He’s tense, and for a good reason.

“We won’t be doing any hacking this time. Maybe if we had more time in between waves, but…” Stelsa shakes her head. “No, we’re going to have to take a more… crude approach.”

Tagora smiles and drums his claws against his knees. “The factory’s heavily protected against things like solar flares, but only from the outside. If something like, say, a massive electromagnetic pulse were to go off inside…”

Mallek raises a brow. “You have electro-bombs?”

“For legal reasons, no. For other reasons… just don’t ask me anything about any bombs, please.”

You grin at Tagora. “Hell yes, Gor-Gor.”

“Hell no, Gor-Gor,” Tirona begs, tugging on his sleeve.

“Try and stop me, you little gremlin.”

Tirona groans dramatically and flops back on the loungeplank with her hands over her face.

You’re absolutely amazed at how much your friends have changed since you disappeared. Who could have thought that Tagora Gorjek, of all people, would join up with a whole-ass rebellion? Or Stelsa, for that matter? Even Tirona seems resigned to the fact that she’s going to end up involved whether she likes it or not.

“So how are we getting the bombs in there?” Wanshi chirps.

“Orginally, I had a plan that consisted of people sneaking in and out of the buildings between waves. Different drones go to different buildings for their business. Now, we have a much easier and quicker way of doing the whole thing.” Tyzias nods to you.

“We understand if you still need more time to recover, though,” Daraya adds quickly.

You meet her gaze without hesitation. “I’m ready.”

This is why I’m here, kiddo. For your future, for all of our futures, for this planet. I just wish I could tell you that.

“... Wait. Before we go any further, there’s something you said earlier that everybody seems to be overlooking. Something very important.”

You turn to Lanque and are surprised by how intensely he’s looking at you. Dark green eyes glint sharply through his bangs.

“What’s up?” you offer.

“When you explained to us what happened to you, you said that you had come back to Alternia, but… in the future. If you went to the future, then you must know how this all turns out,” Lanque states matter-of-factly.

Your heart sinks.

“Believe me, you’re not the only one who’s been thinking about that,” Tyzias growls before you can try to defend yourself. “But the thing is, we can’t know.”

Watching the realization hit your friends is like watching a car accident. You wince as Tagora, Tirona, and Stelsa glare at you furiously. Wanshi and Karako look confused, and then nervous.

“And why not?” Stelsa demands.

Thankfully, Daraya chucks her pen at Lanque with a hiss. “Because, you morons! If we know the wrong things, we could screw up everything! If they tell us we win, we might slack off at the wrong times and get ourselves killed. If we lose, then what’s stopping you from just giving up?”

“I don’t like not knowing things,” Tagora says coldly.

“Tough!”

Lanque grimaces. “This is definitely not where I meant to go with this. I was just hoping for a few words of reassurance from our dear friend that they actually have a plan to help us succeed.”

“And I do!” you promise desperately, shooting to your feet. “Look, I know it’s crazy of me to ask you guys to trust me with something like this, especially since I’ve been gone so long. But in…” You pause to do some quick math. “In seven nights I’m supposed to report back to my friends in the future. If we all work together, then we will be able to do this with the least amount of casualties, in the least amount of time.”

“Can we trust these friends of yours?” Tyzias asks.

“Yes. I wish I could tell you more, but…” you trail off, at a loss for words.

“This is barnacles,” Tirona whispers to Wanshi.

“The thing is, y’all don’t have a choice. They can time-travel. They can provide your rebellion with critical information about what to do next. Like it or not, they are your key to victory,” Mallek snaps, pointing to you with one sharp claw. “If you guys wanna keep whining about them trying to protect the stability of the timeline or whatever then that’s your fuckin’ problem. I trust them to do the right thing no matter what, and so should you.”

You want to hug him again. “Thank you, Mallek.”

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but Adalov’s right. With all the shit they’ve been through, I think they’re more than capable of doing this for us,” Lanque agrees.

There’s a moment of tense silence. You’re nauseous again for an entirely different reason.

“... Fine. I mean… yes. You’re right,” Tagora finally admits, trying to not quail under the vicious stares of Daraya and Tyzias. He glances over at you a little remorsefully, and then sits back down besides Stelsa without another word. Stelsa nods, surprisingly quiet for once. Tirona gives you the peace sign and also keeps her mouth shut.

“I won’t let you guys down. That, I promise you,” you tell them.

“Then let’s go already,” Lanque sighs.

“Oh, yeah… uh, where are they?”

“I had them commissioned from a… special artist,” Tagora admits. “An indigo acquaintance of my kismesis.”

“Oh, worm? You and Galekh are official?” you gasp.

“Yes, yes we are. Now don’t go spreading my business around to just anybody! Anyways, his name is Bovois. After I pay him he will most likely try to kill me.”

“I… yeah, I don’t know why that took me off guard. Continue.”

Tagora smiles thinly. “The plan is simple. Bovois and I complete the transaction, I thank him for his time and walk away. He is a wealthy man and will therefore have somebody do the dirty work once I leave his property. I will be… relying on a few choice trolls to help me make sure they don’t succeed.”

“Or I could just teleport you out of there,” you protest.

“And have him call the drones on us once he sees you? I think not.”

You know he’s right, and it pisses you off. “Fine. I’m still coming, though. Just in case.”

“If you insist,” he says, but you can tell he’s happy you want to go with him. “Lanque and Stelsa will be the backup.”

“I’m taking Wanshi and Karako back to the caverns for afternoon classes. Call me with the results,” Daraya orders as she shoos the kids back towards the elevator.

“I’m taking back our brat, too.” Tyzias opts to just sling a squealing Tirona over her shoulder as she marches past Daraya.

“But I’m strong! I can beat up anybody!” Wanshi argues.

“Honk!” Karako makes his displeasure known with a few low notes deep in his throat, which sounds like somebody playing a rusty trumpet.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Come on, Bronya’s already gonna kill me for bringing you two outside, anyways.”

“I know how to walk, Tyzias!” Tirona shrieks.

“Stop screaming in my ear, you short f--”

The chaos is shut off when the elevator doors slide shut. You decide right then and there that you’re never going to have kids of your own.

“Tegiri’s missing out on all the fun,” you tell Tagora.

“Tegiri can shove his sword where the moons don’t shine.” He looks over at Lanque and Stelsa. “I hope you two have been brushing up on your fighting skills, because it’s about to get messy.”

You feel something cool brush against your wrist, and you take Mallek’s hand in your own. He’s looking down at you with big blue eyes that say stay.

It’s too much, and you look down at the sign on his hoodie. “I’ll come back soon.”

“... Promise?”

“Always.”

:::

The four of you take the omniscuttlecar-- no, the omniscuttle… the bus. You take the fucking bus to the highblood part of Thrashthrust.

Somehow you guys find an empty car so that nobody sees your alien ass, but even then you stick close to your friends. You take the chance to catch up with Stelsa, who chats animatedly about a case she just won, which is super cool except you know nothing about Alternian law, so you just smile and nod as she goes on about some legislation invented to protect lowbloods except it really doesn’t. Tagora and Lanque launch into a passionate conversation about different high-brand clothes, which delights you until they turn and start making fun of you and Stelsa.

“Okay, okay! But at least my hair isn’t greasy!” Stelsa yells at Tagora.

“How dare you. I’ll have you know all of my hair products are the highest quality a teal can afford in this economy--”

“Economy? Bitch, that’s just caste oppression,” you shoot back.

He pauses for a second. “Shit. Maybe you’re right. It’s a shame about your pores, though.”

“Gor-Gor, I’m homeless, why would my pores be a priority.”

“Your hair is a little greasy,” Lanque snickers.

“It is not! That’s just hair gel--”

“At least Stelsa and I have asses,” you cut in.

Both Lanque and Tagora turn to you, looking so damn offended Stelsa starts cackling and almost falls out of her seat.

“That was low,” Tagora hisses.

“Yeah, I get low every time I do squats. That’s why I have an ass.”

The boys definitely would have taken turns destroying your life after that, but you’re literally saved by the bell when the speakers above you chime, letting you know you guys reached your destination. You feel the bus slow and your heartbeat speed up.

All at once, the fun drains out of the air like water down the drain. You all look at each other before Tagora gets up, pulls the door open, and marches down the collapsable stairs with his head held high. You’re not fooled, though. Tagora Gorjek is afraid, as he rightfully should be, and he’d rather die than admit it.

You fall in close behind him, with Stelsa and Lanque fanning out on either side. It’s easy to see why they were chosen for this mission-- both of them are big and strong.

“Never took you for the fighting type,” you tell Lanque as you walk down a road that leads to a fancy neighborhood. Each property is so large each hive is no bigger than a pencil eraser on the horizon. The place reeks of privilege.

He winks. “It’s called being well-rounded, darling.”

“Where’d you learn?”

“Let’s just say growing up in the caverns isn’t kind to those who… don’t become what people expect you to become.”

You’re not sure what to make of that, but he doesn’t say anything else on the matter, and you don’t push him. Right now, there’s bigger fish to fry.

Tagora leads you around a curve in the road and stops before the first path on Shatterbone Avenue. Charming. It leads up to an absolutely massive hive that makes Vriska’s castle look like a treehouse. Elegantly pointed spires reach up into the cloudy sky like they’re trying to spear the stars themselves, and buttresses line all the outside walls that you can see. The yard’s just as magnificent, with a lavish garden and an assortment of trees and shrubbery lining the property.  

It’s beautiful, but just looking at it makes you feel lonely. How could one person possibly live alone like this, much less grow up in it?

“... Huh,” you say instead of voicing your thoughts.

“Indeed.” Tagora swallows and takes a deep breath. “Well, here goes nothing.”

“We’ll be ready,” you promise him.

He nods stiffly before striding up the path. You, Stelsa, and Lanque slip into the cover of some dense shrub-thing. You’re glad this neighborhood is so spaced out, because if somebody saw some weird pale creature, a teal, and a jade all trying to hide in a bush the drones would be on you like Zebruh trying to get a date.

Through the brush, you see Tagora knock on the door three times and wait. It’s a solid twenty seconds before anybody answers, which you think is a little rude, but whatever.

You become a little less worried about social etiquette when Galekh’s indigo friend steps out to greet Tagora. The dude is fucking massive, with horns that twist around to the front like a bull’s, and with muscles like one, too. Tagora’s always been a little small, but standing in front of this absolute unit he didn’t look to be much more than a wiggler.

“Holy fuck,” you mumble. “Who let that thing out of the caverns?”

“Wasn’t me,” Lanque whispers back.

“Ssh!” Stelsa hisses.

The two start talking after Tagora bows to him. Bovois’s body language looks friendly enough, but from this distance it’s hard to tell. That, and troll body language is way different than human body language.

“Bovois is about to go get the bombs,” Lanque murmurs in your ear.

You shiver a little and tell yourself it’s because your friend is about to be attacked. “You can hear them from here?”

“Can’t you?”

“No.”

Stelsa flicks the both of you upside the head, and you wince. That was gonna bruise.

Sure enough, Bovois disappears back inside the hive for a moment before bringing out an innocent-looking black bag. Tagora opens it and looks inside. Apparently what he wants is in there, because he steps back to clasp Bovois’s huge hand.

“Are they shaking on it or is Gorjek getting his arm ripped off?” Lanque mutters.

“Pfft.”

Without fanfare, it’s over. Tagora bows again and strides off down the path, slinging the backpack over his shoulders. The door closes behind him and takes Bovois with it.

You hold your breath as Tagora nears the end of the walkway, turns, and looks around.

Nobody else is there. Nothing happens.

Stelsa and Lanque look at each other, then at you, and then you all look out at Tagora before carefully emerging back on to the road. Something stabs you in the thigh, and you grunt as you yank out the offending thorn to rub at the irritated area. Lanque brushes off a dead leaf on his sleeve with a look of disgust.

Without a word, the four of you start power walking back down to the neighborhood entrance. Nobody’s running, except you because you have short-ass legs. Just a small group of friends who got turned around and ended up in a highblood area. Nothing to see here, folks.

The walk to the entrance is the shortest and longest of your life. Somehow, all of you make it there, and no other troll in sight. The bus stop is just down the street, and a scuttlebuggy drives by with the bass turned all the way up.

“... Huh,” you say again.

“You’re gonna give me white hair, Gor-Gor,” Stelsa scolds.

Tagora makes a face. “Well--”

Annoyingly enough, it’s Lanque’s crazy good ears that save your asses when a dark blur comes flying around the corner with knives drawn. Tagora gets knocked out of the way just in time for the jade to take the full impact of the attack.

Stelsa screeches with fury as Lanque and the attacker go horns-over-heels into a tree and flings herself into the fray. You stare in horror as Lanque snarls and bites the shit out of his assailant’s forearm, only to get a knife to the shoulder. Stelsa grabs the attacker and flings them back into the tree with a solid thud. The new troll has to be tough as shit, because they just dodge out of the way when Stelsa goes in for the kill. They’re smaller but insanely fast, and before you can so much as blink they’re lunging for Tagora.

A scream builds in your throat, and then--

Lanque hooks his claws into their side, takes them to the ground just as you skid to a stop in front of Tagora. The two flip around in the turf, clawing at each other and screaming like mountain lions. There’s green and teal blood everywhere. It’s on fangs and hands and clothes and all over the blue-gray grass. Stelsa jumps back in, is slashed across the face, and almost gets stabbed, leaning back just in time to get cut across the nose.

Seeing trolls fight is terrifying to watch, but when they really get into it, it’s like watching wild animals try and kill each other.

The attacker finally kicks Lanque off them and whips around to slam their knee into Stelsa’s stomach. The teal goes down with a ragged wheeze, gray face going white. Lanque doesn’t even get the chance to get back up again before there’s a knife going for his gut.

You don’t even think about it, you just act. With a speed you didn’t think a human could have, you charge and ram into the assassin’s side as hard as you possibly can.

The ground and the sky switch places several times before you’re flat on your back. A million miles away, Tagora is screaming something. A shiny point of a silver blade comes down towards your chest.

You brace for impact.

It never comes.

Two huge yellow eyes are staring down at you, pupils blown out in shock. The rest of their face is hidden by their hood and a mask, but even before it’s ripped off by a shaking hand you know who this troll is. You’re not winded but there’s no air in your lungs.

“Polypa?!”

[youvereachedthebadend]

Yikes, poor guy. I’ve done that before, tried to take problems to the highest authority when I should really take them to a manager.

“Oh.” The word isn’t really said, just mouthed. But in addition to that soft response, Cat seems to take note of what you said. 

 The pair are now standing next to the extended grid wall. They’ve stopped walking to have a greater discussion. You can now see them a bit more clearly, though there’s still static interfering with your vision. The smaller man has messy blonde hair and is dressed in shabby clothes. The larger one has his dark hair cut very close to his head, and his clothing seems better quality.

“Yeah, well, maybe things work differently in the different divisions,” the smaller one says. “Maybe you got told about how things work right away, all I know is the Eye, and I figured that out by listening to other people.”

The larger one rolls his eyes. “Oh, okay, guess it figures that the group led by the Eye would be like this.”

“Like what?”

“Oh, y’know, kinda neglectful.” The larger one shrugs. “I mean, you’ve at least seen the Eye, right? Please tell me you’ve noticed how he doesn’t care about anything.”

The smaller one hesitates. “I mean...”

“The Knife and the Surgeon at least try.”

“Look, there’s probably a reason for it--”

“Yeah, and the reason is that the Eye’s a lazy piece of shit who doesn’t do anything. He’s not even in base half the time.”

Unseen to the pair, Cat bristles.

[equal-shipping]

When the Dance AU hits

I HAVE HAD THIS AU STUCK IN MY HEAD SINCE @kinnme​ drew it and that is why they are so amazing. Now listen...this isn’t going to be very good. I am very very sick and have got the flu so bad but when a dance AU calls I will forever be there to answer. Who knows if I will write more...who knows if I will even remember writing this.  BUT HERE YOU GO. ONE MORE TIME:  @kinnme​ <--- this is THEIR IDEA. NOT MIND THEIRS. 

Also kinnme if you are watching this I love you and everything you do. Take this as a token of my appreciation. 

“Oh fucking sick! How did she do that!?”

“Look look! Look how she’s turning! Izuku zoom in!”

“She should be looking how to land. You could break a leg like that.”

Green eyes watched through the screen on his phone at the boy dancing in front of him. It was like poetry watching him move. Who knew that a human being could do such strict like dance moves but making them seem like they flowed perfectly together? Every twist and turn elicited a chorus of hollers at how one human being could move like that.

Watching the street dancers outside certainly beat having to practice their positions for the upcoming recital.

The students of the UA Ballet Academy had recently received a visit from some rather unexpected people. It seemed that the park where most of the street dancers used to perform was going through some renovations so they decided to migrate over to one of the open areas of the academy. A beautifully paved, half-moon shaped area that acted as an entrance onto the offices of the prestigious ballet school. At first the dancers were chased out by the police several times but after talking with Toshinori Yagi, the owner and superintendent of the academy, the dancers were allowed to stay under one condition: They were not to distract the students of the academy.

In the end, it didn’t work out so well. The ballet dancers were curious about the muffled music they heard whenever the usual piano and flutes were not playing and soon plenty of students would flock to the first floor offices of the academy and watch in fascination as those outside performed dances that were far different from the ones they were taught.

“OH MY GOD SHE LANDED IT!” a familiar voice rang out.

Cheers and applause broke Izuku out of his stupor by as he paused the video. The current dancer, a pink haired girl with a white tank top that read ‘Alien-Queen’ in all pink letters, had just finished landed a move that she had been working on for months. Izuku would not have known this if it wasn’t for Kirishima telling him every single time they watched her dance.

Kirishima waved at the dancer excitedly, the girl waving back just as happily before she was mobbed by her other friends.

“I helped Mina practice that!” Kirishima shouted excitedly, “It looked really complicated up close but when she showed it to me it was just like the move we did for the Swan Lake recital!”

“But you couldn’t even land that, Kiri!” Uraraka added with a chuckle.

The group bursted out with laughter as the boy tried to defend himself, only to laugh along with them as they tried to decipher how such an unlikely friendship had blossomed between the two of them. Izuku had only heard the bits of pieces of it but it seemed that Kirishima had tried to impress Mina with some of his own dance moves only for him to fail miserably. It was already more than Izuku could do…

“Yo Izuku...look who’s coming up.” Todoroki’s pointed a finger at the figure making its way towards the center.

His phone is immediately pressed against the glass and recording in what he hoped was the highest quality he could have as piercing red eyes and a black and orange cap sitting atop messy blonde hair stepped into the center of the ‘dance floor’. Izuku couldn’t possibly count the times he had dreamt about Katsuki Bakugou and his almost terrifying dance moves. He was one of the first people who had shown up to dance in front of UA and that day Izuku had a front row seat to watch the dancer put down anyone who tried to stand up to him.

Guess that is why they called him King of the Street.

Uraraka quickly opened up the window in order to let more of the sound in. This was going to be a good show after all.  

“WHAT IS UP MY DUDES! IT’S YO BOI KAMINARI COMING AT YOU FROM THE UA ACADEMY!!!!!”

Cheers increased in volume as some students inside the offices joined in. Thank goodness the workers were taking a break or else they would be complaining about all the yelling

“The one and only Katsuki Bakugou has decided to ‘grace’ us with his presence and show us plebs how it is done! ” the blonde haired boy cupped one side of his mouth“Although between you and me I think he’s using it as an excuse to show everyone up.”

“JUST PLAY THE FUCKING MUSIC, DUNCE FACE.”

“YOU HEARD HIM LADIES AND GENTS! MAKE WAY FOR OUR KING!”

Izuku really couldn’t help the smile on his face as the music started. With all the practices that he had to take part of he hadn’t really gotten a chance to truly sit down and watch Katsuki dance. It would either be passing glances or whatever video Uraraka could get for him. This was like a prized opportunity and he wasn’t about to let it go to waste!

Katsuki bounced on his heels as he felt the music come up. He had worked on this set for months now and he knew that the ballet brats were watching so...why not show them who was really superior? He immediately dipped down and planted his hands firmly on the ground, his legs going up and crossing over one another. Cross once, twice, three times and go down. He points to the crowd to rile them up before immediately sliding to the other side of the ‘stage’ and dropping down, his hands helping him twist both his torso and his legs as the crowd started to get louder and louder. Katsuki ended that move by twisting his torso around and his legs spread wide open in the air, his knees bending twice before jumping up and giving a middle finger to the UA.

“I don’t know what you see in him Izuku...he looks terryfing. ” Izuku barely heard Uraraka talking about his idol as he tried to zoom in, getting ready for the next part of the routine.

The music quickly changed beats, going from a simple rap song to something a bit more techno. He grinned as he jumped before doing a forward roll, using his arms to lift him up and taking advantage of the synchronized beats of the song to move his legs. HIs legs started joined together and bent before pointing straight up, his right leg stretching outwards as his left leg bent in the same direction and followed along with the beat. Each note of the song helped him move his legs in different ways, bending his right leg and left leg to make him look like a upside down crossing sign before pointing his left leg straight up while his right leg crossed around it. Katsuki’s arms helped him twist twice before dropping down and getting back up. His hips pumped in the air twice as his hands moved intricately, a smile quickly growing on his face as he remembered all the times he hadn’t been able to get these moves.

He just needed a crowd, that is all.

Beats came one after another before finally the song ended with a loud boom, the people in the crowd cheering and shouting for their king. Izuku immediately stopping the video to clap along with them as he tried to meet the eyes of the amazing dancer. Was it so bad that he just wanted to talk to him...just once?It did seem impossible when the whole crowd was chanting Katsuki’s name all of a sudden, but maybe he could just sneak in another photo. He was about to try and take another picture for his personal album before Kirishima spoke up. “Yo Todoroki...isn’t that your brother?”

All of the students eyes fell on the figure walking among the crowd, easily recognizing the several stitches that framed heavy eyebags. “What does he think he’s doing?” Todoroki tried to make eye contact with his older brother but to no avail, it seemed that the older was only focused on one thing only.

Old sneakers reached the end of the crowd as Dabi stood face to face with Katsuki, a small smile on his face as he clapped along with everybody. Red eyes scanned him up and down before chuckling.

“What?” Katsuki asked as his hands dismissed the crowd, shushing them to quiet whispers, “You a fan?”

The older shrugged, “Of sorts. Just...thought you could use a little help with your moves.”

Some random person in the crowd booed him and soon the rest followed, leaving the ballet students to frown as they tried to hold Todoroki back. They couldn’t go outside...it was one of the rules!

“You? Help me?” the blonde snorted as he tried to hold back a laugh, “I don’t know what kind of help you would give me, stitches, but I certainly don’t want it.”

Katsuki starts to walk away but the other’s voice calls him back, “So you won’t even face a challenger?”

The crowd ‘oooh’d’ as red eyes turned back to meet ice blue, a grin spreading on the younger’s face as he walked back into the man made half-moon. “Well that’s different. Always up for showing someone up.” his knuckles crack as he stretches them, Dabi merely staring at him with his hands firmly hidden in his pockets, “Show me what you can do.” he teased.

Dabi looked around before catching the lens of Izuku’s phone, giving the boy a half smile as he took his jacket off and dropped it on the ground. Kirishima started up the conversation, “What the hell is he thinking? Only three people have challenged Bakugou and one of them just recently got back into dancing!”

“Todo...does your brother even know how to dance?” Uraraka chimed in.

Izuku wanted to ask a similar question but his camera remained glued on the glass. This wasn’t going to end well. Katsuki was known for acting even more unhinged during dancing battles. Yet the boy barely managed to catch Todoroki pulling out his own phone and recording as something akin to a record scratch made a sound outside.

Worn out sneakers were already bouncing as Dabi got into the song, his head down low as his hands remained very still in his pockets.

Nobody pray for me!/ Even a day for me!/ Waaaay!

It wasn’t unusual to hear that someone in Todoroki’s family was into dancing. All of his siblings had graduated from the academy with outstanding recommendations. One black sheep, however, stood out and that was Dabi. Izuku had heard that he had quit dancing to do something else...but what followed next didn’t necessarily follow that truth.

Dabi’s hands shot out of his pockets and in front of him, pressing downwards before putting his right hand in front followed by his left. His hands then uncrossed and opened up, moving to settle at his sides, the older’s shoulders locking and popping for a moment before he extended his right arm and bent his left bending down to make it look like he was crossing somewhere. All of these movements were being performed the same time as the words, mimicking what Katsuki had done earlier but with an almost laser like precision.

 It was...undeniably better.

The beat finally kicked in as Dabi slid forward and raised his leg, the bass dropping the moment his foot hit the ground. He grinned at Katsuki as the crowd started to join in the hype, his movements synchronized to the music as he raised his leg before stomping it down and bending the other one, helping move closer and closer to his supposed challenger. Everything was being done so perfectly...every movement seemed robotic but the older was performing them so perfectly that they just flowed together so well!

“Did...did you know your brother could do this?” Izuku asked as his camera zoomed in on Dabi’s feet, trying to focus on them.   Todoroki remained silent, his fingers mimicking Izuku’s as he tapped away on his phone.

Who the fuck did this dude think he was? Katsuki was glaring so hard that he could almost feel a vein popping off in his head. Where did this guy get off with such...fuck he couldn’t even diss his dance moves! He had been trying to be that precise for months and this dude comes in and kills it in a day?

At this point, Dabi had gotten close enough to be looking down at the younger, his fist raising before looking down and his feet pointing inwards, immediately raising himself back up and breaking it down in front of him. A grin appeared on the man’s face as he turned sideways with his head still facing him, his hand extended toward Katsuki. “You should probably be a bit more humble, kid.”

Hol' up lil' bitch, hol' up lil' bitch be humble

The older popped his body thrice before a finger came up to draw a circle in front of the blonde’s face before flicking off the cap he was wearing, the crowd going wild at the one person who seemed to have beat the infamous king. Dabi merely danced back, his hands extended on his sides as he reversed, one foot following the other before standing up straight and performing the rest of the moves flawlessly and giving a little bow, the crowd immediately going wild as they surrounded the man.

A finger tapped on the pause button as Izuku looked at the boy standing on the outside of the newly formed crowd, a look of disbelief on his face as Todoroki’s older brother started walking off.

“OH MY FUCKING GOD. TODOROKI YOUR BROTHER JUST RUINED HIM!”

“D-Do you know how to dance like that? Will you teach us?”

Izuku felt the rest of his questions being directed at his friend and mentor as he started getting up. Dabi was good, yes, but he wasn’t that good. Anyone could move like that with a little bit of practice! He had been working on a choreography like that for months now...even if he hadn’t even gotten the first step right.

Katsuki shouldn’t have to feel bad… Determined hands grabbed at his bag as he ran to the doors of the offices, his friends questioning his motives as he got past the sliding glass doors and ran up to the now retreating dancer. “KA-KATSUKI!”

His heart almost stopped as the boy turned back to meet him, hands grasping at his cap as he glared at Izuku. “What?”

Hands immediately went up to defend himself, realizing the situation he had stupidly put himself into. He wasn’t even supposed to be talking to the dancer and yet here he was about to say his first words to his second idol. “I-I can teach you how to dance like that!” -------------------------------------- EDIT: These are the videos I based the dances off!  Kacchan: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tmXFMUGpH94  / https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pk_SwunyEck&t=143s Dabi: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hkJX4fC0w68

[scifiphan]

(unofficially titled: how to change the grey wall)

As a thank you for reaching 2.5k followers, I thought it was about time to stop being lazy and do a gif tutorial as it has been frequently requested. Hopefully, this will help anyone who wants to start making gifs as well as anyone who wants to understand how to create colourings!

What You Will Need: - Photoshop (I use CC) - A source video

What Will Be Covered: - How to get the video - Timing, Resizing & Cropping - Sharpening - Colouring (and how to achieve extra af colours) - Subtitles - Saving your gif

This is going to be very thorough and informative (to the best of my ability) so all the information on how to make gifs is below the cut! As a disclaimer, you can use any version of photoshop for this.

1. Getting the Video.

For this tutorial, I’ll be using a random clip from Dan & Phil’s crash bandicoot video. There are a lot of different methods to download a youtube video but I prefer using clipconverter. When downloading a video, you want to get the highest quality available (always try to get at least 720p). I used the download settings shown below:

Once it’s downloaded, open up photoshop and import the video. To do this, go to File > Import > Video frames to layers. I use the settings shown below. (I had to trim the video slightly to only include the part I wanted)

Now that your video is imported, make sure your workspace looks similar to mine (the timeline section is the most important thing for gif making. you can add it from the window menu).

2. Timing, Resizing & Cropping.

Timing is super important in making sure your gifs aren’t too fast or too slow. To alter the frame rate, select all your frames (shown at the bottom of your workspace) and then click on where it says 0.04 change the speed to 0.09.

After that, we have to change the image size since it’s currently way too big for tumblr. To do this, go to Image > Image size and change it to the settings shown below. 540px is the current optimised sizing for tumblr although 268px is used when making gifs that will be displayed in two columns like this.

Cropping is an optional step that I sometimes do as a way to make the file size smaller/for the aesthetic. Youtube videos have a default ratio of 16:9 and to alter the ratio you just use the crop tool and change it to what you desire. side note: I often use the cinematic ratio of 2.35:1 (i used it in this tutorial’s header).

3. Sharpening.

Sharpening your gifs is essential to making them look clean and crisp. Below is the difference between what our current gif looks like with and without it:

Without:

With:

As you can see, the second gif is way more crisp and defined. I use this action to sharpen my gifs (Full details on how to use it can be found in the link.) Once the action is finished, I then convert the frames into a video timeline by pressing the button in the bottom left:

I then select all the layers, right click, and convert to smart object. Now your workspace should look like this:

4. Colouring.

Colouring is by far my favourite part about gifmaking and the reason why I made this tute (questions about colour have always filled up my inbox so I hope this answers some of them). I’m going to show you how to make the same bright blue colouring that I used for the header!

 I’d like to start by saying that I never took art or design classes so my knowledge on why adjustment layers do what they do is very minimal. I pretty much learnt how to colour by playing around in Photoshop so this is just a disclaimer about how there is probably an easier/proper/more informative way to do this.

I didn’t particularly know how to explain half the settings so some will be accompanied by screenshots while others will just have descriptions (I really hope it makes sense because heck, my colouring method is chaotic).

Firstly, we want to make a new group to put the adjustments in so to do this you go to Layers > New Group... and make sure the mode is set to pass through.

To create colourings, I use the following adjustments: - Vibrance - Curve - Levels - Brightness/Contrast  - Selective Colour - Hue/Saturation - Colour Balance (occasionally)

Vibrance: I almost always make the vibrance +100 (I don’t alter saturation)

Curves: how you make a curve will differ with every video but for this gif I set my curves to this

Levels: it does a similar job to curves tbh

Brightness/Contrast: I chose not to alter it for this tute.

Selective Colour: now this is where A LOT of adjustment is going to happen. I found this section the hardest to explain so I apologise in advance. I tend to heavily alter cyan and blue.  

Since we have the ability to alter red, yellow, green, cyan, blue, magenta, white, neutral, and black, I’ll write the specific adjustments I used instead of adding a lot of pictures to this already massive post. But this is what selective colour looks like:

Reds: Cyan -34, Magenta +5, Yellow +8, Black - 7 Yellows: Cyan - 37, Magenta -31, Yellow +35, Black +14 Cyans: Cyan +100, Magenta +100, Yellow -100, Black -36 Blues: Cyan +100, Magenta -65, Yellow -100, Black -26

Now this is what it should look like after adding all those adjustments:

Yes, it is slightly blue but not THAT blue. We then have to add a second selective colour layer with these settings:

Cyans: Cyan +100, Magenta +15, Yellow -100, Black - 8 Blues: Cyan +100, Magenta -21, Yellow -100, Black +15 Blacks: Cyan 0, Magenta 0, Yellow 0, Black +20

(more selective colours will be added later because I’m extra)

Hue/Saturation: This a neat adjustment where you can turn one colour into a completely different colour. For this gif, I chose only to adjust the colour blue with these settings:

Now you’re probably confused at why it looks so noisy but don’t worry! We’re going to fix that (this is where it gets kinda tedious. Feel free not to use the hue/sat adjustment if you want to make your gifs quickly. I wanted to make this tutorial super in depth hence why it’s about to get problematic)

Selective Colour (Again): You now have to create a 3rd selective colour layer and place it under the hue/sat layer before using these settings:

Magentas: Cyan +100, Magenta -100, Yellow +100, Black +79 Cyans: Cyan +100, Magenta +100, Yellow +5, Black 0 Blues: Cyan +100, Magenta -16, Yellow +100, Black -47

Your gif should now look like this:

Some noise will still remain and we’re going to fix that by erasing some of the adjustment layers! You may notice that the far right behind Phil looks messy so, with the erasure tool, erase that area on the hue/sat layer.

There is also some noise/unwanted colour on the lounge and Phil’s hair so I did the following:

I erased the area of the lounge on selective colour 1, 3 and hue/sat and I erased Phil’s hair on selective colour 1,2,3 and hue/saturation.

Now your layers should look something like this:

And that’s it for the colouring! Erasing the messy bits isn’t always necessary although in this particular case I had to. Protip: If you don’t want to make a colouring from scratch you could always use a pre-made psd!

5. Subtitles.

This gif doesn’t require subtitles but for the purpose of this tutorial, I’ll teach you how to do them since they’re an essential aspect of gifmaking! Every gifmaker has an individual preference on how to make their subtitles so this will be just an insight on how I do mine.

To make subs, select the text tool and create a textbox in the bottom part of the gif. I use the font Calibri (download it here if you’re a mac user) in bold italic size 18pt. If text takes up two lines use the settings shown below:

The main colour used for subtitles is pure white and the alternative/2nd speaker colour is yellow (I use the hex code #ffff00). 

Now that we have the text you may notice how it doesn’t stand out. To fix this, right click on the text layer, select Blending options... and use these settings for stroke and drop shadow:

Now your gif should look like this:

You may notice that your text layer lasts longer in the video timeline than the actual frames. To fix this, make sure you drag the text layer to the start of the timeline and adjust the grey things above the text layer (I’m stumped at the proper word for them) so that the video ends at the last frame (shown below):

6. Saving your Gif.

Now that we are done with making a gif, it’s time to save!

To do so I use the shortcut command + option + shift + s (for mac) or you can go File > Export > Save for Web (Legacy) (for CC) or File > Save for Web (other versions)

My #1 tip for saving a gif is to make sure it’s under 3mb! Tumblr only supports gifs under 3mb so as long as it’s 2.999mb or less you’re fine. Fortunately, our gif ends up at 2.721mb but if you ever do go over, I suggest deleting a few frames or cropping it to a smaller ratio.

Copy my settings when saving:

And we’re done! You should now have a gif that looks like this:

Final Notes:

I hope this tutorial has made some kind of sense and helped you understand the basics of gifmaking and colouring. If you did find this useful and made some hella bright dnp gifs, feel free to tag me in them. I track #scifiphan and will be delighted to reblog them! If you have any questions feel free to send me an ask or a private message (I’ll always respond). 

Please like/reblog this tutorial if you found this helpful!

[sonipanda]

And hello bodystockings! This is a first for me to review on the blog which I am pretty nervous about. I didn’t know how to review this at first until I decided to break away from the ‘bedroom only’ stigma and rock them out to work.

I thought it was the perfect time to seeing as they’re pretty opaque and well… It gave me a massive confidence boost at work!

So let me tell you a little about Essex’ee Legs before I begin the review…

About Essex’ee Legs

Having talked about launching an online shop for a number of years Essex’ee Legs began to take shape at the end of 2010. We wanted to sell glamorous and everyday ladies hosiery that is not always offered on the High Street, and in January 2011 the building of the website began, stock was purchased and all the ideas began to become a reality.

At Essex’ee Legs customers are given a great choice of ladies hosiery; tights, stockings, leggings, socks and more to suit all styles and budgets, keeping up with the latest trends. We offer an efficient and reliable service with orders being dispatched same day, if they are ordered before 3.30pm (UK time). We sell worldwide and add new stock weekly, with many special offers available.

Take a browse around our website, we are powered by Absolute Shopping Cart giving our customer’s a very user friendly experience.

2014 welcomed and new design website which is clean, fresh and crisp; giving our customers an even easier shopping experience. An ‘on mobile’ feature has also been added so customers can shop via their smartphones and tablets.

Also in the Spring of 2014, we were delighted to introduce our own Essex’ee Legs branded hosiery to the range. We now have for sale EL hosiery essentials, a plus size collection and fashion tights for sale. The EL items are of the highest quality and customer feedback has been very positive, with repeat sales.

2015 will see the EL brand expanding, with many more styles, and the launch of the EL-TightsApp. We are very excited about the future at EL.

– taken from their website

The Spec

Colour: Black

Size: One size (UK 6 – 16)

Materials: 100% Nylon (exclusive of decoration)

Price: £12.99

Website: Essex’ee Legs – Dreamgirl Sheer Suspender Bodystocking

  My Outfit

So my goal was to not show off that I had a bodystocking on underneath. I wore my black silk shirt along with my pencil bodycon skirt and kept my hair in a messy pony/bun thing!

I kept jewellery minimal; just studs in and added my black boots to keep it all nice and dark!

My Deets

Shirt: H&M

Skirt: H&M

Bodystocking: Dreamgirl

Boots: Simmi Shoes

  The Review

From The Website: Simple but striking bodystocking that is figure flattering, with tank style shoulder straps and scoop neckline. Cut out daring design with long suspender garter, creating the illusion of wearing stockings and suspenders.

Thong not included 100% Nylon (exclusive of decoration) One piece Hand wash in Cold Water, No Bleach, Line Dry

Size: One size UK 6-16 Please see size chart in images.

Dreamgirl D0031B We are an authorized supplier of this genuine Dreamgirl item.

  The Packaging: so when you first get it in your hands, you see this slim box holding the bodystocking in. At the front it shows the front of the model wearing the stocking and the back shows .. well the back of it. Not much detail stated on it to be honest, but then again, I suppose it’s pretty self explanatory what it’s all about.

Getting inside you find it wrapped with the cardboard inserted into one legs of it. I’m not really impressed here as I had to be extra careful getting it out so I don’t snag the material.

  Getting Them On: so as you can see below – this is what to expect (this pic was taken after I had worn it so it has been slightly stretched out). I would advise to take your time getting this on as the amount of times I got muddled and stuck was unreal!!!

Scrunch and roll always helps to get them on and up the legs and then once you’re around the suspender part of the legs, then gradually lift it up you taking care not to over-stretch it when you’re getting on the arm straps.

  The Fit: so as this is one size, you have plenty of room to play in to be honest and this fit me really well at the top.

However, around the ankles and feet I found that there was excess material which meant it started to crinkle (which is a nightmare!!!!). I took the below picture after a full day at work, so it shows that it does start to sink itself down during the day as it fit so well first thing in the morning.

I also found around the feet that there was so much extra material, so you may need to think about the footwear you choose to wear with this. Luckily I was in boots, but with court shoes and sandals, I think you may need to switch…

Now onto the legs, there is loads and I mean loads of stretchy material. On me it was a thicker denier, but if you’re bigger in size, then it would stretch to make a thinner and sheerer denier.

  The Feel: so let’s move onto the feel of this. I can’t say it’s a smooth feel as the material is 100% nylon, so it will feel slightly weird if you’re not used to it. Otherwise around the chest and stomach (as this part is stretched a bit) – this I found to look smoother (pic shown below) and actually quite nice. I wore lingerie underneath (just remember I was going to work in this) so I wanted to be comfortable rather than expose everything!

On the legs I found it to be rougher looking, especially against the skirt I was wearing. I know that it’s not something you would wear to work so I shouldn’t really complain about it, but even so, you still want it looking great on your legs.

From far, everyone though these were like 100 denier / woolly tights that I was in, which I suppose isn’t a bad thing!

  The Suspender Straps: are pretty high up which I do like, so shorter skirts and dresses can be worn with these. Mine were right at the top of the thighs, but then again this is also height dependent as if you’re taller then I’m sure it would sit slightly lower??!!

So these are a double strap (of course – but for those of you who are new to bodystockings (you need to know this!) You have a nice wide gap on the side of your thighs / bum before it then splits and becomes crotchless and works into the design at the top.

    My Thoughts?

Okay so maybe the quality could be slightly better, but for my first time in trying out a sheer – mesh type, I thought this was OK for what you get. I would probably say keep this in the bedroom rather than wear it out unless you’re tall and can cover that extra material around the feet.

The nice thing about them is that they hardly snagged during the day and it actually kept me slightly warm too (bonus for winter here!)

Another part to mention is that with this being crotchless (as most bodystockings are) – it’s ultra hygienic as well (especially for those of you who wear underwear with their hosiery) as it allows your down there to breathe during the day. And no, you don’t get cold down there if you’re wearing it out and about!

Would I wear this again? Maybe… But maybe just to prance around in my bedroom. I wouldn’t pair this with an outfit unless it’s an oversized shirt and I cba with how I look.

  Dreamgirl Sheer Suspender Bodystocking And hello bodystockings! This is a first for me to review on the blog which I am pretty nervous about.

[moneymarce]

||Bout this nigga named Marcel||

ORIGINS & FAMILY

Full Name: Marcel Alejandro Anderson

Reason for name: Marcel means little warrior. Alejandro means defender.

Nickname(s) and how they got them: Dro

Date of Birth: May 5, 1989

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Place of birth: Puerto Vallarta, Mexico

Places lived since: Long Beach, CA

Social Class: Middle Class

Parents’ names, backgrounds, occupations: Tanya Anderson, Mexican and African-American, unemployed

Siblings: Marisol Anderson, 13

Relationship with family (close? estranged?): Close with majority of his family.

Children of his/her own?: Yes, Elijah.

If so, relationship with child’s mother/father?: Working on co-parenting.

Age he/she became a parent: 24

PHYSICAL

Height: 5′8

Weight: 150

Build: Plush lmao not chubby, but not muscular.

Race: Mexican & African-American

Nationality: Mexican-American

Face Shape: Oval

Distinguishing Facial Features: None

Hair Color: Black

Usual Hair Style: Either buzzed cut or curly

Eye Color: Dark brown

Complexion (freckles, acne, skin tone, birth marks, scars): Light bright with clear skin.

Disabilities (physical or mental, including mental illnesses): N/A

Health (usually sick? or very resilient? allergies?): Resilient, but is somewhat lactose intolerant.

What do they consider their best feature?: Lips or smile

Worst they’ve ever been injured (what, how did it happen)?: Broke a leg running the streets doing hoodrat stuff with his friends.

Ticklish: Nope

APPEARANCE

Style of dress/typical outfit(s): Laid-back Cali type of style. He’s either wearing his postal service uniform or a proclub tee and some khakis.

Typical style of shoes: Nike Cortez, loafers or Converses.

How does he/she dress up?: Dress down?: He’s always dressed down. He cleans up with a suit or blazer.

Favorite outfit: A proclub, khakis and Cortez’s. That simple.

Glasses? Contacts?: Glasses only when he drives at night.

Personal Hygiene: Is this a question? Lol he’s WAY into personal hygiene and self care. Probably the most cared for nigga around.

Grooming (makeup? shower daily? wear only clean clothes? pluck eyebrows?): Who doesn’t shower daily? Dirty asses lol. 

Jewelry? Tattoos? Piercings?: He is always wearing at least one gold chain and bracelet. He has a few tattoos, but nothing major. His ears and tongue is pierced. 

What does their voice sound like?: Its deep, kind of raspy.

Style of speech (loud, mumbler, articulate, etc.): He’s very articulate and well spoken.

Accent?: He sounds like a Cali dude. That type of vernacular and slang.

Unique mannerisms/physical habits (bites nails, talks with hands, taps feet when restless): He bites the inside of his cheek out of habit. He runs his hand over his head or the back of his neck when hes nervous.

Left handed or right?: Right

What does their writing look like?: Pretty neat for a guy. He writes small.

Do they work out/exercise?: The only work out he gets is fucking @rhodesasha and at work lmaoooo.

BELIEFS & INTELLECT

Level of self esteem: He fakes the funk at times, but he tries to have the highest self esteem.

Known Languages: Gwuapanese. Lmao. Nah, English and Spanish

Zodiac (sign and if they lend any credence to it): Taurus, somewhat.

Gifts/talents: He’s a poet- a natural talker, thinker. He knows how to express his feelings and put them into words.

Shortcomings: He tends to try to help everyone. Somewhat of a Captain Save A Hoe.

Most sensitive about/vulnerable to: Hes sensitive about everything honestly lol

Happiest memory: Marisol’s 1st Christmas sticks out to him. A time when his family was altogether and there were no worries.

Life philosophy: To just live and take everything for what it is.

Religious stance: Not completely religious, but does believe in God.

Political stance: FDT! He’s very much into politics, but not so into the parties and having to stick and choose with one certain individual just because they’re a certain party.

Pet peeves: People that touch his things and doesn’t put them back in their place. People that say they’re going to do something and don’t do it. 

Vices: Nah.

Bad habits: Trusting and loving these hoes. Lmao.

Neuroses: Nope.

Disgusts: Women that don’t take care of themselves.

Superstitious: Somewhat.

Sense of humor: Whats the question here? Lol who doesn’t have a sense of humor?

How do they deal with stress? Smoke a blunt, light some candles, take a bubble bath, talk through it with his girl, a friend or his cousin.

What do they do to get pumped up? Listen to music.

What do they do when upset? The same things as when hes stressed.

What about angry? The same.

How do they react to frustrations (get worked up, calm down and think through it logically, give up, etc)?: Some of all of the above. It depends on the situation surrounding his frustration.

How do they accept failure (both from themselves and others)?: Depends on the situation, but he just deals with it.

Level of comfort with technology: He thinks its great for certain things like being able to have the knowledge of anything in the palm of your hands, but it also takes away from relationships, communication, etc.

Believe in the supernatural: Yes.

Believe in an afterlife: Yes.

Believe in happy endings: Yeah.

How do they want to be remembered?: As a kind individual that did his best to reach and help people.

Good with their hands (if so, practical/crafting or fine arts)?: Yes in more ways than one *wink wink* lmao. He can build and put things together well.

How fast do they learn new things? Better with book knowledge or hands on approach?: He’s a quick learner. Does best with watching first and then trying.

How do they feel about asking for help? Depends on what the situation is, but his pride isn’t that big that he won’t ask for help.

“Left brain” or “right brain” thinker?: Right for sure.

Optimist or pessimist: Optimist.

Extrovert or introvert: A mixture of both depending on who he is around.

Leader or follower: Leader.

Makes decisions based mostly on emotions, or on logic?: Emotions for sure. Logic kicks in after the fact.

Cautious or daring: Depends on what it is.

Spontaneous or planner: Planner.

Thinker or doer? Both.

Organized or messy: Depends.

Worrier or carefree: Worrier.

Artistic?: Yes.

Mathematical?: Not really.

SEX & INTIMACY

Current marital/relationship/sexual status: In a relationship with Sasha

Sexual orientation (is it something they question or a secret): Heterosexual

Past relationships and sexual partners (if applicable): Only known person here would be Imani.

What is their “type” in regards to looks in a partner? He doesn’t discriminate.

Ideal mate/qualities they look for in mate: Someone caring, that’ll listen to him when its time to listen and react when its time to. Someone loving that cares about their family and friends. Someone with goals and that is actively working towards those goals.

Primary reason for being broken up with: Wanting the other to open up when it wasn’t in their personality to. Personalities just not meshing well together.

Primary reasons for breaking up with people: Same as above.

Views on sex (one night stands, promiscuity, etc): Sex is a deeper connection with someone and theres a swapping of energy there. Can’t go swapping that energy with every and anyone.

Age and story of first kiss (if any—if not, how does he/she want it to happen?): 5, it just happened.

Age and story of loss of virginity (if any—if not, how does he/she want it to happen, if at all?): 13, fucked a shorty that lived down the street from him. No story to it he just wanted to see what it was about.

Level of sexual experience: Errrr. Lmao. I didn’t realize it was levels to this lmao.

Do they have any unfulfilled sexual fantasies?: Not really.

Wildest/strangest sexual experience? Would they do it again? The wildest would be fucking a milf he delivered mail to when he first started working for USPS. 

Do they have any fetishes or kinks? Nah.

Have they lied about their previous sexual partners to current/potential partners? Nope.

Love or Lust: Love.

Ever been in love?: Yes.

Do they fall in love easily?: Yeah lol

Do they take relationships seriously?: Very much so.

Worst thing they’ve done to someone they loved? N/A People always doing shit to him D: Lmao

Do they desire marriage and/or children in their future? Yes he does.

Believe in true love or soul mates? Yes. Soul mates for sure.

Thoughts on public displays of affection?: Depends. He can either be really shy about it or not care.

How do they flirt: He flirts without realizing he’s flirting. It happens casually through conversation.

How do they show affection/love to their partner?: Physically, through his words and through gifts.

Thoughts on cheating/cheaters? Have they ever cheated? Cheating is the worst thing someone could do in a relationship. They’ve never cheated, but they’ve been cheated on.

Idea of perfect date: Something simple. He’s all about the simple things in life. A picnic, a 90s movie night, face masks and chill.

RELATIONSHIPS

Social Habits (popular, loner, some close friends, makes friends and then quickly drops them): He has a couple close friends, but most of the time he makes friends with people and then they get into an argument and the other blocks him.

How do they treat others (politely, rudely, keep at distance, etc)?: He tries to be the kindest person, but if given a reason to he will keep people at a distance.

Do they trust people easily or tend to be wary?: Trusts easily.

How often do they see friends and family? Whenever time allows him to.

Are they good at keeping in touch? If not, does this bother loved ones?: He’s good at keeping in touch with people as long as they give the same effort.

What is relationship with parents/family?: He has a close relationship with the people in his family. He talks to them about any and everything.

Any roommates or close neighbors: @livinin-sin

Person most dependent on: Himself or his cousin.

Most comfortable around (person): @rhodesasha

Oldest friend: His cousin.

Closest friend: Liucena :( But since shes no longer around, Riley.

Worst enemy: Doesn’t have any.

Rival (at what and why): Doesn’t have any.

Most important person in their life?: His abuela.

Who do they most respect and why?: His mother. Through the life she lives she continues to keep her positive outlook.

Who would they turn to if they needed help and why?: Depends on what type of help, but Sincere first.

How does he/she think others perceive him/her?: Depends on the person and their relationship, but he thinks that people tend to like him.

How do others actually perceive him/her?: ??? Question for them lol.

Argue or avoid conflict?: Depends on the situation and his energy level.

Thoughts on large groups of people?: Depends if its random people or if its family. If its random people he is pretty introverted. Unless it has to do with poetry, then he is open.

Main quality they look for in people: A kind spirit.

Have they ever lost anyone close to them? How did they handle it? Liucena left him :( He misses her, but hes handling.

How do they show affection?: Didn’t y’all already ask this? Lol.

Do they act differently around strangers than friends? If so, how differently?: Yeah, he could be openly himself and goofy around friends. Around strangers he’s more reserved.

Would they ever consider adopting a child? Why or why not?: He would. Everyone deserves love and to have a family.

VOCATION

Level of education: High school diploma

Profession: USPS Mailman

Describe their work space: A mess of sorting mail or on the truck to deliver

If no job, where do finances come from? N/A

Past occupations: Pushing that weight when he was in high school.

Dream occupation: An author, poet.

Passions: Art, poetry, activism

Attitude towards current job: It’s cool, he likes it. It pays the bills.

Attitude towards current coworkers, bosses, employees: He’s cool with everyone that works there.

Salary: $51,390 a year

Spender or Saver? Why?: Both. He likes to spend money and splurge from time to time.

Which is more important – money or doing something they love?: Doing something they love.

SECRETS

Phobias: None.

Life goals: To get books published while still working for and retire with USPS. Get married, have kids and travel. In no particular order.

Dreams: His goals are his dreams.

Greatest fears: Death, but its inevitable so.

Most embarrassing thing ever to happen to him/her: A girl told him off in front of everyone in the lunchroom.

Something they’ve never told anyone: He secretly wants to suck Sasha’s toes. Lmaaaooo.

Biggest regret: He lives life with no regrets.

Compulsions: Besides buying things he doesn’t need? None.

Obsessions: None.

Secret hobbies: None.

Secret skills: None.

Past sexual transgressions: No.

Police/Criminal/Legal record (Crimes committed? If so, were they caught? charged?): Petty crimes that didn’t lead to any real jail time. Spent some time in juvie though.

What he/she most wants to change about his/her current life?: Nothing. He is content with life.

What he/she most wants to change about his/her physical appearance?: Nothing.

LIKES & DISLIKES

Hobbies: Writing, reading, smoking, spending time with his girl

Indoors or Outdoors?: Indoors, unless its the beach then outdoors

Favorite color: Red

Favorite smell: Egyptian Musk

Favorite and least favorite food: Steak and lobster ; pork anything.

Favorite and least favorite book: Ballad of a Ghetto poet. Doesn’t have a least favorite book.

Favorite and least favorite movie: Friday. If he doesn’t care for a movie he just doesn’t care for it.

Favorite and least favorite song: Tupac-Changes

Favorite and least favorite holiday (and why): Christmas ; Columbus Day because obvious reasons.

Coffee or tea?: Tea

Crunchy or smooth peanut butter?: Smooth. Block him for me if you like crunchy peanut butter.

Do they watch TV? If so, what?: Yes, whatever is on.

Favorite place to hang out: His room

Do they like music? What kind?: Of course, old school and 90s hip-hop and r&b.

Favorite type of weather: Sunny, warm.

Favorite form of entertainment: Live entertainment. The strip club lmao

How do they feel about traveling?: He loves to travel.

What sort of gifts do they like? Whatever anyone puts thought into getting him.

MORALITY

Ever been in an argument (with who, about what, what happened): He argues with any and everyone about the smallest of things.

Ever been in a physical altercation (with who, about what, what happened): Of course with a lot of people growing up.

What trait do they find most admirable and why?: Honesty, lying is pointless.

Thoughts on violence: It is what it is, but senseless violence is ..senseless.

One act most ashamed of: I don’t know lol.

Most proud of: Himself, his career, his life.

Evil – born or bred: Bred.

Is redemption possible (if so, are there limitations): Yeah.

Does the end justify the means?: Depends on the situation.

Good of the one or the many?: What are these questions? Lmao

Can they be manipulative?: Yeah.

Do they think it’s okay to cry (if not, why)?: Yes.

When did they last cry and why?: When he found out the results of the paternity test.

Would they be able to kill (if so, under what circumstances)?: Yeah if someone is threatening his life.

Who or what would they die for (or go to extremes for)?: His family.

Anything they refuse to do under any circumstances (and why)?: Put his hands on a woman.

Biases/prejudices?: None.

What, if anything, shocks or offends them?: Nothing shocks him. He expects the unexpected these days.

What is their reputation? I don’t know.. thats what others think of him.

Cusser?: Yeah lol

How do they react to unwanted sexual advances?: This doesn’t happen to him.

How would they react to stranger being bullied/abused?: What about an animal?: Try to stick up for the person being bullied or abused. Not really going out of his way for an animal.

How susceptible are they to peer pressure?: Not at all.

How do they react to conflict, both verbally and physically?: His jaw will clench, his hands will probably ball into fists, but thats about it. His voice will rise too.

Easily forgive or hold grudges?: Easily forgives.

Forgive self or live with regret/guilt?: Forgive himself. Hes working on it.

Would they ever cheat someone? Under what circumstances? Nope.

Have they ever been betrayed? By who? How did it affect them/their relationship?: Yeah. Some of the homies betrayed him. He’s done with someone after they cross him.

Would they ever betray a friend/loved one? If so, under what circumstances? Nope.

Do they respect the belief of others, even if it’s at odds with their own?: Yeah.

Stand up for own beliefs or hide/avoid discussing them with people who have opposing views?: Stand up for his own beliefs.

DRUGS & ALCOHOL

Thoughts on drugs and alcohol: He’s cool with smoking weed and getting his drink on every so often or even a glass of wine to cool down with.

Do they smoke? If so, do they want to quit?: Yes weed and no he doesn’t care to quit.

Age of first cigarette: 13, but he only smokes one if he must.

Age when they first got drunk (what happened, consequences):

Do they drink on regular basis: Nope.

What type of alcohol do they prefer: That OE lol, but whatever he can get his hands on.

Have they ever tried other drugs (which, what happened, consequences): Nah.

Do they have any addictions?: Nope.

DETAILS

Most important/defining event in life to date: Finding out he has a son.

Daily routine: Wake up, get ready for work, go to work, come home, do some type of self care, go to sleep and do it all over again.

Sleeping habits (Night owl or early bird? Light or heavy sleeper? Fall asleep anywhere or need specific conditions?): Night owl. A heavy sleeper. Depends on the level of tired.

Typical Saturday night: Chilling at home with Sash, watching a movie or something.

Most used word or phrase?: I don’t know lol

What is home like (messy, neat, sparse): Depends, but most of the time its neat. Everything has its place.

Type of car he/she drives (or wishes he/she drove): Toyota Camry.

Pets?: If not, do they want any?: None, doesn’t want one.

Most prized possession: His journal.

One word to best describe them: Multifaceted.

What are you likely to find in their pockets? Purse/bag/backpack/wallet?: His wallet, keys and phone would be in his pocket. In his wallet is his ID, money, debit card, credit cards and pictures.

What about their fridge? Medicine cabinet? Glove compartment? Nightstand?: The fridge is likely to have water, juice, fruit and leftovers. The medicine cabinet has aspirins, Pepto Bismol, Benadryl and thats about it. Theres a gun in the glove compartment. Jk lmao. Some air freshener and the car manual is in the glove compartment. His nightstand has a bible, his journal and the Ninja Turtle tin lunchbox that contains his weed and accessories.

What makes them laugh?: A lot does lol.

Any special holiday traditions?: Nothing out of the ordinary.

Can they hold their breath for a long time?: Not really.

Do they know how to swim? Yes.

Can they cook (if so, how well and do they enjoy it)?: He can cook certain dishes, but he is too lazy and doesn’t enjoy to.

Is there anything they always carry with them? If so, why?: A switchblade..never know when you have to fuck someone up lmao. Sike. Besides his phone and wallet. No.

Ideal vacation: Somewhere on a remote island with his girl.

If they wanted to hide something, where would they hide it?: In his room or closet.

Do they keep a journal?: Yes, but no so much as a diary journal. More a poetry journal.

Are there any places that hold special meaning to them?: His aunt’s house.

SITUATIONAL

24 hours to live – name 3 things they would do: Smoke a fat blunt, spend time with his son and Sasha, and eat really well.

If they could choose, how would they want to die: Quick and painless.

What would they do if they received large sum of money?: Not tell a soul or change anything about his lifestyle. Just travel.

What would they wish for if they found a genie?: Unlimited wishes lol

If they could have one super power, what would it be and why?: To read people’s minds. To know what people think would be interesting enough.

How do they deal with insects?: Pick em up and bring them outside. Sike. He kills em. Lmao

How would they react to death of loved one? Like anyone else would. Be sad about it.

If they were outnumbered in a fight, would they stand ground or run away?: Stand his ground.

Granted opportunity to change one thing in their past – would they do it? If so what would they change?: Nope. Everything got him to where he is now for a reason.

If they could rescue one thing from a burning building, what would it be?: A person inside?

Would they be comfortable sharing a bed with a person they didn’t know well?: Yeah. Just might sleep with one eye open lol.

CHILDHOOD & ADOLESCENCE

First memory: Him comforting his mom at 4 years old before she went and took him to the movies.

Favorite toy (when did they stop playing with it, do they still have it currently): A Buzz Lightyear action figure. He stopped playing with it at 8 years old. Its at his aunt’s house with the rest of his old things.

Favorite game: Operation.

Best friend as child: Sincere.

Fondest childhood memory: Marisol’s 1st Christmas

Worst childhood memory: Getting jumped into the set. 

Childhood trauma: None out of the ordinary for a black child.

How were they disciplined? Did that change as they got older?: Got his ass beat. Nope. He could still catch an ass whooping lol

What did they want to be when they grew up?: It always changed, but he stuck for the most part with veterinarian for a long time.

Any non-family adults stick out in their mind? (Who were they, how did he/she know them? Why do they stick out)?: His senior year English teacher. She made the class enjoyable, she believed in him and helped him out whenever she could in other subjects.

Age of first date: 16.

View of authority? What affected that view? Fuck the police. What wouldn’t affect that view? He’s had enough run ins with cops to know for himself that a lot of them aren’t for him.

What clique in high school were they associated with? He didn’t fit into any of the regular cliques. He hung with the homies from the set.

High school goals: To make it through, which he did.

Did they enjoy high school: He did.

Any extracurricular activities: Doing hoodrat shit with his friends.

How well did they do in school?: He did alright in school, outstanding in English classes.

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Cutie Reviews: Kawaii Box September 2017

Sorry if you were waiting for this Cuties, but as of late I find it harder and harder to actually enjoy my Kawaii Box subscription and I don’t look forward to it...

As I’m sure you have noticed a lot of people have been making complaints towards the brand regarding official/not official merchandise. Now, I don’t want to believe these people because honestly- they could be bitter ex-employees or some other silly nonsense; even with provided proof. Contacting Kawaii Box is not an option either because of course they would deny it. Which is why I ultimately decided to stick with the brand and just wait until I see it for myself.

I’m not trying to say I support forgeries but I do like the box and mostly all of their products are good and seem official, and to be fair it’s also a cheap box that gives you several items in comparison to some others. We don’t have the entire story behind the supposed fake products either, so what kind of person would I be to give up on Kawaii Box because of a few unhappy customers?

With that said, let’s just get into this. I hope you enjoy and keep in mind that I am not someone worth flaming or harassing because I remain with this box. If you don’t like it that’s fine, but please keep me out of it.

Since it’s reveal, Ufufy products from Disney have been increasing like crazy. But why wouldn’t they? With their soft, dreamy pastels and plush quality~

So basically, this is a Disney Ufufy Plushie with an adorable zippered seam on top to store little items. I got Dale, who I admit isn’t my top choice from this line, but he is my favorite between Chip & Dale. He’s full of a spongy-like cotton and has a small, felt and plastic acorn ornament hanging from his zipper. 

If I really had to complain, I would say that he seems to be missing a chain of some sort. Usually these types of ornamental plush have them, but this one doesn’t. Sure, you could easily get one to put on them if you really wanted to- but I just found it unusual. 

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥

(Do you like my new rating scale? I feel it’s a bit more fun than just numbers, but the highest score will still be a 5.)

Next is this... actually kinda bland but still cute Unicorn Squishy Charm. It’s exactly the same as the Kaomoji and Tofu squishy’s I got in prior boxes- but in this unicorn shape. It’s not a slow riser, but it is very soft; which I actually value more over the rising speed.

Rating: ♥ 

Honestly, the fact that it’s a little cute and ultra-soft are the only good things about it. I’m sure you can tell, but look at this paint job! It’s very boring and not even all that accurate. A lot of the mane is white and the horn has a lot of uncolored spots (which you can’t see from this angle). Not only that but the cut of this squishy has a lot of remnant.

Later, while checking the online shop for this particular squishy I also found out that not only is this how it is SOLD, but there is a supposed watermelon candy scent. But I assure you mine smells like soybean flour, like the other ones, despite having no contact with them at all.

The eyes are lovely and I haven’t had any problems with that thankfully. But this squishy is too much of a mess to be saved by cute eyes and softness.

Next are some cute little deco items, including a Korean Diary Deco Sticker sheet, and a Washi Masking Tape Set.

First up, stickers :D These are so tiny and precious (look at the third row, tiny adorable candy jars ♥). They are suggested for use in a diary but the back also shows some other places where you could use them- like on notes, envelopes, and other things begging to be spiced up.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ 

They’re so tiny that I’d worry about losing them before I could even apply them. I do like the gimmick behind them but I wish they could be a little bit bigger. Not only that but a few of them are kind of crude; I really don’t need stickers of a man tinkling. They’re also super hard to peel off (coming from a girl with long nails). But at the same time I do love the variety of emotions and sayings they could convey, and I like that they have a translucent background.

Next is the Washi Masking Tape. Since I didn’t have the time to actually demonstrate what it looks like I took the picture from the back of the box.

Both rolls are fairly simple, featuring muted colors and random items and objects on the blue roll, while the white has large bunny designed candies.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ 

While I’m not a huge fan of the design or style, I also think it’s pretty cute and the tape itself is a really nice quality in comparison to past tapes I have had. It’s a lot harder to tear and feels much more sturdy, in comparison to the flimsier previous tapes.

(On a side note, I also like the peep window on the side of the box.)

Next are some kawaii little Fairy Tale Hair Pins/(clips). This is a sweet little set of three hair accessories featuring a pink scheme and a solid, plastic girl on the side.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ 

As cute as these are, I actually did have an issue with them... The plastic girl pieces were extremely loose and flimsy, in fact 2 of them popped off! With some strong glue I had I was able to fix it, but it’s still a bit frustrating. If one hadn’t popped off during the photography session, I would have probably lost them when I wore them out of the house like I was planning to the next day. 

Now this is one of the BEST things you can have for daily school or work, or pretty much any life outside of the house, a Kawaii Hand Sanitizer Bottle. As soon as I saw this it made me think of something you would find at Claire’s or some other trend happy store in the mall. The colors are bold and vibrant, and the product is made from a rubbery plastic so you can swap the bottle out, or just remove the cap to add product by hand.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Now, I don’t exactly love the product; but I think it’s pretty cute and I like how easy it is to maneuver. I also like the thought, considering you know, germs and all. However I probably won’t be using it because as of last November; I hopped onto the bath and body works Pocketbac hype train!

I’ve been collecting those Cuties for almost a year now :3 I’m psyched to celebrate my anniversary next month with my recent affair ♥

Buttttt I could always fill this up with some product if I really wanted to use it, or if I wanted to gift someone with something. This would be perfect with a vanilla or berry scent~

As usual, Kawaii Box likes to offer us something sweet, and this month we got this adorable Happy Nikukyu Cat/Dog Paw Gummies. I prefer cats, but I actually did have an orange & grape flavored cat set before; so this was kind of fun. Look at the pudgy puppy~

Essentially if you tried one set you tried them all. The paw shape and quality is the same on each style/type, but this one features a lovely peach flavor~

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥  1/2

These aren’t the worst gummies I’ve had by far. They’re adorable and squishy-soft, but the problem bothering me is the texture left in my mouth after I eat one, from the white powdery coating they put on them. Not only that, but even though this isn’t set to expire until February 2018... they taste like peaches with a tiny hint of barf/old candy.

I’ve had other peach candy before lacking that “interesting after-taste”, so... yeah. They’re not bad, but it’s a bit... weird. 

Another ultra-cute item for school, work, or just your desk: the Little Animals Stationary Set!

(Btw I was not trying to rhyme just now.)

You pretty much get it and more with this set :3 a pencil pouch, a led pencil, two double-sided pencils, a pencil sharpener, a 15cm ruler, and a little eraser (with an even smaller slot to write your name).

Ranking: ♥ ♥ ♥

It’s very sweet and cute, but like the other items in this particular box- it has some issues. First off, the double-sided pencils are hard to remove from the pouch! Like seriously, it’s a flimsy pouch and I’m afraid I’ll break it trying to take them out. Not only that but none of the pencils have an eraser; you only get this one little (very cute) thing. I admit it works like MAGIC, but it is too small to last very long- unless you’re the type to rarely ever need an eraser maybe.

(I was not one of those types at all, so I carried a LOT of erasers to play it safe)

This is another adorable storage unit, featuring everyone’s favorite: HELLO KITTY ♥ This is a Hello Kitty Tin Pencil Case, featuring this lovely motif on the lid and the “shelf” inside of the container, which has a times table on it. The inside (which I couldn’t picture) features a pink and white hello kitty design on a diamond tile background.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ 

It’s pink, it’s Hello Kitty, it’s especially hand to help me store pencils/pens/school items I get from these crates, I love it!

Lastly is this Uranaikko Colored Pencils set. These little wooden pencils are great for bringing with you to wherever you could possibly need some color in your life; like at school, work, or to occupy a child for ten minutes :D

As you can kinda see, they also come with a built-in pencil sharpener (which works very well, I did test it out). Despite their small size they’re not awkward to hold either. I also found myself oddly entertained by the sounds they make when you shake the container around ♥ Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ They’re adorable! I love to draw/color with them. The only downside is that because of their small size they clearly won’t last too long if you use them a lot...  

♥ Cutie Ranking ♥

Content - 3 out of 5. Essentially almost everything got a middle rating, but I didn’t hate anything; even the 1 or 2 items I wasn’t overwhelmingly in love with I still liked to some extent.

Quality - 2 out of 5. The reason the rank is so low for this is because the items I had fault with wasn’t out of preference, but due to actual legitimate issues- like messy paint or quality, cheap details, etc. Usually it’s never this bad.

Theme - 5 out of 5. Compared to usual, this one actually conveyed a well, thought out theme to me :D it’s very school/work oriented, and provides several items perfect for September, when most people start school or are still working. I’m actually very happy with it!

Total Rank: 10 out of 15 Cuties. Honestly, the fact that nearly everything matches the apparent theme and that I essentially did like enough to consider it a non-failure box. Had I not liked much in it- I definitely would have given this a lower score.

♥ Cutie Scale ♥

1. Fairy Tale Hair Clips - Even if I had a little difficulty with them and had to repair them before I used them... they’re so cute!!

2. Stationery Set - Everything is covered with cute characters!

3. Hello Kitty Pencil Tin - It’s covered in designs; and pinkness :D 

4. Dale Ufufy Plush - General Ufufy cuteness mixed with Dale’s natural charm~

5. Stickers - They’re so cute and tiny~ 

6. Dog Paw Gummies - Nothing new, bu they’re squishy-soft and the puppy on the package is so cute. I wanna tickle his tummy~

7. Ice Cream Sanitizer Holder - It’s fairly generic looking to me. I like colors but I kinda prefer them in softer shades; this one feels like a headache. 

8. Colored Pencils - They’re simple little wooden sticks with color, but they’re small and precious~

9. Unicorn Squishy - Generic cuteness; but the fact it has so many flaws keeps it low scoring.

10. Washi tape - It was cute but no entirely in the way I like.

Okay! So that does it for everyone review x3 it took me longer than usual- but it’s probably because I was out of practice. I’m so excited because any day now I’ll be getting my Tokyo Treat box, and because my birthday is on Sunday! I have 3 of October’s crates so far, and I did do my DIY from last months TT box so I’ll probably be covering that review next. Until next time, say cute!

[reimaginebykteodesigns]

Hello everyone I wanted to create a post about something I noticed recently. Now Im a pretty big nerd for sci-fi so it was natural of me to stumble upon Netflix’s “Stranger Things”. As I was watching I found this concept of there writers choice for the story to be set in the early 80’s therefore I thought it would just be an modern attempt to dress up the kids in 80’s clothes but NO I was pleasantly surprised as the titles appeared and it left the audience with a cinematic nostalgia.

Click to view the opening.

The Directors and graphics team really put a lot of effort in making his title not only is it simply red and black to emphasise something scary it approaching but for me personally it felt like I was watching an old video tape I had inserted into my VCR due to the graininess of the titles like the image was cracking. Automatically I became very invested in the visual execution of this series.

Throughout season one I was very sceptical as to when this series was set looking into the surrounding characters style and environment I could only assume the 70’s as for some reason they had this “citrus” colour pallet consisting of brown, orange , white , yellow , beige, red, white and black.

So since the interiors were like this and the camera which was used seemed grainy as well to mimic this era I had no choice but to think it must be set in the late 70’s. There was even a punk scene going on in another town which looked very 70’s which backed this theory up however the punk era also continued to thrive from the 70’s to early 80’s.

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But this could of also been reflective of lost boys which came out in 1987 which I began to get this type of vibe off of.

As I was continuing to watch this series in the beginning I noticed chopper bikes particularly rally bikes now this may be hand downs as some of the boys bikes are defiantly not new since theres gaffer tape/electrical tape on some of the handle bars but these bikes were developed and sold during the 70’s so it could be second hand ones from the late 70s that the kids were given towards the early 80s but again the level of detail I found was so interesting.

Not to mention the Marty Mcfly jacket that Will wears^^^

Speaking of Marty Mcfly film posters back in the day seemed like they were illustrated  as it has this vintage look of what appears to be a painting which is recreated in every single stranger things poster campaign but each poster you can visually tell the different the eras in each season which I find gives the viewers a good atmosphere and mindset to base the show from.

The graphics team did a good job of this type of nostalgic poster which could also be inspired from the infamous star wars poster New Hope.

So not only have I noticed the change of style progressing each year through interiors and fashion hair seems to change and progress into the 80’s we know and love. With through backs to mullets, bowl cuts and perms; these overgrown cuts seemed to be a fashion statement and even more so towards todays hair style with messy bed hair and loose curls and waves… maybe not as extreme as the big hair but we do see the occasional back comb look on cheeky night outs!

As the show progressed the style progressed not only in fashion but also vibe and cinematography and lighting. From the ironic colours of red, brown/beige,  black white and yellow that was seen during the beginning of the film as the character and years progress so does the style, lighting and tone.

For some reason a lot of pink is used in the lighting and even in clothes that the characters wear; it is very reminiscent to save by the bell a very iconic “cult show”.not to mention a lot of strange geometric shapes in the background. Not sure what thats about but it was pretty rad a the time. But I find the 80’s style coming back now with the hipster pattern shirts and bright coloured scrunches.

STRANGER THINGS

  Lastly what makes the series of stranger things isn’t just the scary monsters and the storyline for me what ties it together is the cinamatography  and lighting is a very powerful thing. This is something that inspires me in my own photography as those intense colours that reflect on the characters creates a very retro vibe and defiantly creates an intense emotional atmosphere. Again neon is a very stereo typical 80’s glam rock image similarly creating a some what Las Vegas vibe. Truly stunning.

Overall the cinematography is so inspiring to use even using such things like gel lighting or having coloured agitate would give this effect to the simplest of photographs but I feel we need this nostalgia even thug it is at times overlooked. I understand that perhaps an over use of pink was used but since this tv show was based loosely around the Cold War and Soviet Union and using pink to either calm or scare the Russians I feel this pink was used purposely. It seemed like a fun, creative free era were people could wear funky patterns, big hair and be utterly saturated in neon but why can’t we be nostalgic. We are constant on our phones a lot and back then there was the brick phone (how far we have come). Over the weekend I went to the Linda McCartney photography exhibit and was sp amazed by her manual and Polaroid work and how low tech can become the highest of quality and capturing this vintage style and memory. If we can capture this “vintage” memories to create an atmosphere using design and not just for the purpose of “fad” having more definition and meaning then perhaps this could be a way to bring everyone into normal conversation even if it is a little outrageous.

In the immediate future I do intend to use this style in my practise as I begin to slowly introduced this concept of coloured lighting in my photography. During my time doing my masters course I did a project experimenting with coloured light in arcades. To view this click bellow:

coloured light photography portfolio.

Defiantly an inspiring time so save this space for more content on the 80’s style.

How we can use Stranger things as an example to create inspiring design. Hello everyone I wanted to create a post about something I noticed recently. Now Im a pretty big nerd for sci-fi so it was natural of me to stumble upon Netflix's "Stranger Things".

[digitalyogesh]

An Overview of Melasma

What is Melasma

Melasma is a typical skin pigmentation issue that causes dim, messy, and lopsided skin tone on sun-uncovered regions, essentially on the face. It is more normal in ladies than in men and by and large shows up without precedent for the 20s to 50s, or during pregnancy.1

In spite of the fact that it’s medicinally innocuous, for some individuals the staining is a reason for shame so it isn’t unexpected to look for treatment. Melasma is likewise called chloasma, or cover of pregnancy.2

Triggers for Melasma

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Manifestations

Melasma causes hyperpigmentation or stained imprints that are hazier than your encompassing skin.3 The skin looks messy and lopsided, with sporadic lines on the stained spots.

The staining can go from marginally hazier than your ordinary skin tone to very dim. Contingent upon your skin tone and the seriousness of your melasma, the staining can be light earthy colored to almost dark.

The imprints are level, not raised. They don’t do any harm, consume, or tingle. Indeed, you will not notification anything distinctive about these spaces of skin beside the reality they’re stained.

What is Melasma creates on sun-uncovered spaces of the skin, regularly the face. Over the upper lip, across the cheeks, nose, and temple are for the most part extremely basic regions to discover it, however melasma can foster anyplace on the face. It likewise can create on the chest, upper arms, and upper back, however not as oftentimes.

The vital factor with melasma is that it normally shows up evenly on the face.2 You’ll see “coordinating” patches on the two cheeks, or spots that have grown equitably across the nose or the temple.

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Melasma on face

Melasma on face. DermNet/CC BY-NC-NDOwner​

Causes

Melasma creates when there is an excess of melanin in specific spaces of the skin.4 Melanin is the substance that gives your skin, eyes, and hair their shading. Individuals with dim compositions have skin that produces more melanin; those with lighter appearances have less melanin.

Melanocytes are cells in your skin that make melanin. For reasons that aren’t entirely clear, these cells once in a while glitch and begin making more melanin in specific regions than in others. The abundance melanin creates the dim, smudged regions we know as melasma.5

With melasma, the staining is for the most part of the epidermis, which is the highest layer of the skin. There is developing proof, however, that while the hyperpigmentation is confined to the epidermis, the more profound layers of the skin (the dermis) additionally has a job in melasma development.6

Trigger Factors

There are sure trigger factors that make you more helpless to creating melasma. The a greater amount of these components you have, the more probable you are to foster melasma. Be that as it may, at times, melasma creates with no clear trigger factor.

Your Complexion

In the event that your appearance is olive, medium, to medium-dull conditioned, and you tan effectively, you have a higher possibility of creating melasma than those with either extremely light or exceptionally dim compositions. Individuals who are destined to foster melasma are those whose skin falls between an III and V on the Fitzpatrick scale (a method of estimating skin tone, with I being lightest appearances and VI being haziest compositions). It isn’t as normal in skin types that fall on the furthest finishes of the spectrum.2

Chemicals

Melasma improvement is connected to expanded estrogen chemicals. This clarifies why melasma is significantly more typical in ladies than it is in men. Men can foster it, however, particularly if there is a solid family ancestry.

Since thyroid issues influence the chemicals, you likewise have a higher possibility of creating melasma in the event that you have thyroid issues.7

Pregnancy

There’s a motivation behind why melasma is likewise called the “veil of pregnancy.” It’s assessed that melasma influences up to 70% of pregnant ladies, showing up during the second or third trimesters.8 Again, you can fault the expanded degrees of estrogen and progesterone.

Sun Exposure

Another gigantic trigger factor in melasma advancement is extreme sun openness. Truth be told, you may see your melasma looks more clear during the sunnier mid year months and blurs a piece throughout the colder time of year. The sun’s bright beams invigorate the melanocytes to make more melanin.9

In individuals with melasma, the dermis gives indications of delayed sun openness and sun harm.

Hereditary qualities

An individual might be hereditarily inclined to creating melasma. A mind-boggling number of individuals with melasma likewise have family members with the issue. Thus, on the off chance that you have a solid family ancestry, you ought to give a valiant effort to restrict other trigger components when possible.10

Skin Inflammation

Corrective techniques that trigger skin irritation, similar to substance strips and laser medicines, can likewise trigger the improvement of melasma for some people.11

Certain Drugs and Cosmetic Products

Certain meds may raise your danger of creating melasma. On this rundown are contraception pills and chemical substitution treatment (since they raise estrogen), against seizure drugs, and antibiotic medications. Likewise, any corrective items that make your skin more touchy to the sun may up your risk.12 However, none of these are viewed as essential danger factors.

Conclusion

Melasma conclusion is finished by a straightforward visual assessment by your primary care physician. She or he may likewise investigate your skin under a Wood’s light to all the more effectively see the degree of the pigmentation What is Melasma .

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Who Has Feelings?

Characters: Zulu, Uniform, X-Ray, Delta, India

Word Count: 1,323

Trigger Warning: Sight swearing. Mention of sex. Argument.

A/N: I’ve been wanting to write something that kinda summarized their relationship, and showed where they are now, but this was all I got. It’s pretty bad and I don’t think it showcases their personalities very well. Just take it and do whatever.

Summary: After a passionate night together Uniform and Zulu wake up next to each other. All goes well until Uniform says the wrong thing. And Zulu does not take it lightly.

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Zulu awoke to the sight of Uniform’s face smiling at her from where he lay. They had been spending the nights in each other’s company for a couple weeks now. The bunks had barely enough space for the two of them but they made due. And while they were going at it the amount of space didn’t really matter. But Zulu loved the way he was looking at her, like she was the only important thing in the universe, and it was something she could never tire of. She loved a lot of things about him despite his many irredeemable qualities. Like his eyes, the emotion they held, and his million dollar smile. Or how he actually cared about the team when he pretended to be heartless. Zulu wanted this good feeling to last as long as possible but she was desperate to know where they were going.

Uniform also loved many things about Zulu.

He loved her sass, how she spoke her mind, and the way she handled the pressures of this life. He loved how soft her hair always was. Not to mention he loved the way she professed her love was to say variations of “you’re an idiot”. But what he didn’t like is what they were doing. He liked it alright, but, not the emotional complications that came along. As always there were emotional complications but there seemed to be more this time around. Zulu wasn’t like all the others; he couldn’t just say some one-liner and then leave a ghost of himself behind. There was no escaping her and her inevitable anger.

“Un, we have to talk about whatever this is. If this is turning into something more.”

But he had to gain control over the situation so she didn’t bring up what he couldn’t talk about.

“There’s hundreds of things one can do with the human mouth. Why waste all that potential on talking?”

As the words fell from his lips she blushed and looked down in embarrassment. A few strands of hair fell down on her face. He reached out a hand and brushed them behind her ear. Then she let out a laugh, not a genuine one but, one full of anger and bitterness.

“That’s what you tell all the others isn’t it?”

Her voice was cold and angry. It was something he wasn’t used to and for once he was at a loss of something to say.

When he didn’t respond she got off the bed and walked away from him. She crossed her arms over her chest as if she was about to break into a million pieces. That’s how it felt to her at least.

“I didn’t mean…”

“What?!” she screamed as she turned back to face him.

“You didn’t mean what, Un? To spit out one of your famous lines at me? Did you think I wouldn’t notice?! I’ve heard every single one of your exploits!”

“That wasn’t what I meant…”

“Oh, you meant you didn’t mean to start whatever this is?” she said cutting him off and gesturing between herself and Uniform.

Zulu stood there in nothing but a plain black underwear and bra. But yet she looked more beautiful than any other woman, or man, that Uniform had been with. Her light brown hair was a bit messy, and she was awash in that post-coital glow, but her eyes were full of anger. Definitely in that post-coital mood.

He sat on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands.

Say something you moron, he said to himself. If you don’t you’re going to lose her. Just say something!

“I just meant that out of the hundreds of people I’ve been with you weren’t half bad.”

Not that you idiot!

Zulu picked up the nearest object, which just happened to be one of the empty bottles of scotch the two drank the night before, and hurled it at Uniform’s head. He luckily ducked and the bottle crashed against the wall behind him. Turning back he stared, mouth hanging open, at the shattered glass that now covered the bed. He turned back to Zulu with the same expression.

“Why did you…”

Then the second bottle they shared came hurtling towards him just as hard and fast as the first.

“Stop! Stop! Just… Just stop throwing bottles for one second!”

“Why? Do you have some other one-liner to say to me?”

Uniform ran a hand through his messed up hair. Letting out a sigh he tried to collect his thoughts. He screwed up and screwed up royally; that was clear. How could he make it right? What was he supposed to say? What could he say?

“I… I don’t know what this is but I want to see where it’s going.”

Zulu laughed.

“Oh really?! Then why were you bragging to X yesterday, you freaking idiot?”

Uniform shot her a what are you talking about look.

“You fucking said ‘200 sexual partners, man! I request the highest of fives!’ and then high-fived him. You’ve bragged so many times that you’re only good at what you do because you’re some heartless jerk. Well turns out you’re right and that’s the only real thing about you.”

“You don’t care about anything but yourself and your fucking cock!”

During her rant she had begun to dress herself. She started with her pants and then picked her shirt off the floor. Pulling a black, long-sleeved, t-shirt over her head had muffled her voice slightly. But she was already yelling so it didn’t really matter.

“You know what? You’re right!” Uniform admitted with a throw of his hands.

“I was just spouting lines. I don’t have feelings and don’t talk about them. I brag about my sexual exploits as much as I can. But guess what else? I never felt anything for you. I just needed someone to have sex with.” He got up off the bed as he spoke and crossed over to where Zulu stood. Getting up in her face he made sure his mouth spit venom and his words dug deep.

“It was never about you and me. Or even just you. It was all about the sex and how it feels. The only way I can do what I do is because I like the way it feels and I never get attached.”

Zulu had never seen Uniform like this when they were alone and she was worried. Backing away she started; “I thought…” but he cut her off.

“You thought what? That we were going to become something more? That we’d become a couple? And be like Indy and Del? You’re the same as every other man and woman I’ve been with; just another mark. Just another number.”

Zulu smacked him across the face as hard as she could and then ran from the room. A minute after recovering he called after her.

“That’s my shirt! Yours is blue and short-sleeved!”

She stormed back into the room, tore the shirt off, and threw it at Uniform. After a bit of searching she found hers on the floor. It lay halfway underneath the bunk and was covering the plates they had eaten from the night before. Picking up the shirt, which now sported a large, dark, overnight-soaked, marinara sauce stain, Zulu quickly stretched it over her head.  She had done all that in awkward silence and then stormed out again just the same.

“We can still be friends, right?” Uniform called.

She didn’t respond, but, gave him the finger. He sat back down on the edge of the bed with a sigh. Even though he tried to fix it his brain went on default. He said exactly what he would say to any other mark. But that was the point. Zulu wasn’t a mark. She wasn’t someone he had to seduce in order to gain something from.

She was his friend.

No. She was more than that.

She was family.