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bewaretheidesofmarchyall · 4 years ago

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Soulmate Shenanigans Part Two (Electric Boogaloo)

Good morning (or at least, I’ve started writing this in the morning! Who knows when I’ll complete it)!

I’m continuing my Soulmate AU Tomfoolery (you can find part one here)

Prompt #2

There is a timer that counts down to when you will meet your soulmate.

Warnings for death mentions, and temporary major character death

World Building

Everyone blames the mad scientist.

Which is fair. When someone makes billions of clocks in about a weeks time, each declaring when everyone in the world (including people who wouldn’t be born for decades) would find their soulmate, it’s considered to polite to stick around to answer questions

Instead, Logan disappeared to who-knows-where and left everyone else to pick up the pieces.

Rude.

Ever since the early 1910′s, the clocks have existed, one for each person. When any kid is born, the first thing a new parent does is rush to the register to see when they’ll meet their soulmate. It’s a big deal.

If your child isn’t going to meet their soulmate in the next 13 years, they are told the exact number on their 13th birthday

Philosophers have been enraged by all of this. Is free will a thing? Is existence a lie?

Non-philosophers will often close their curtains when they see a wandering philosopher, which are easy to identify by their look of abject confusion and plucked chickens.

Characters

Remus: Remus pretended that he didn’t care about who his soulmate was when his 13th birthday rolled along. He wasn’t the best actor.

His brother seemed happy when he found out that it would be sixteen years until he found his soulmate. 29 wasn’t a bad age at all, considering that some people would have to wait until they were old and in a nursing home, or would never even meet their soulmate at all.

Remus waited for his parents to tell him. They gave each other nervous looks, and he was convinced for a few seconds that he didn’t have a soulmate after all.

The actual answer was much weirder

526 years. 526 years until he met his soulmate.

Remus said a silent thank you to his soulmate for making him functionally immortal. After all, that meant that he’d survive until then!

HE WAS IMMORTAL

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Now, whenever someone would try to say something like, “Why do you like serial killers? Planning to become one?”, he could just look them dead in the eye and say,

I’m going to outlive you, Brian

(On an unrelated note, Brian disappeared a few months later. It actually wasn’t Remus’s fault, surprisingly. One minute, he was at a museum, the next, gone)

Remus would be fine with never finding his soulmate, honestly. Connection is nice, but being eldritch is more fun.

Virgil: Virgil didn’t want to be immortal

Sure, he wasn’t a fan of dying in practice, but in theory he didn’t want to live to over 250!

His family and friends were going to die, and he’d have to live through it. And for what? To meet a soulmate? Who gave a fuck? Virgil had never wanted a romantic relationship in his life, and he didn’t think that a 526 year wait was going to change that.

He was determined to find his soulmate early so that he could live a normal life like a normal person who doesn’t cause additional distress to the wandering philosophers.

Plot

It was easy to find Remus. Local Child Will Live To Over 500 makes a good headline, and Remus wasn’t one to shy away from attention.

When Virgil was 16, he packed his bags and ran away from home to go meet his soulmate. He didn’t ask Janus how he got the bus tickets, but he did ask him to tell his parents that he’d be okay.

Virgil knocked on the door, and waited. Someone who looked almost exactly like the news site photo answered. The conversation went something like this:

Virgil: So, YOU’RE Remus McFricking Sanders-

Roman: Nope, not him, whatever he said isn’t my fault.

[Roman slams door]

Virgil was pretty sure that he had, in fact, met Remus, and he was just being annoying. Roman believed that his brother had just manage to piss off yet another person.

Virgil retreated to a restaurant, and looked up the photo on the news article, just to make sure. No denying it, that was him! Same eyes, same hair, same general face-wait.

Remus had a nose that had obviously been broken at least once. The guy who’d greeted him at the door had definitely been in less scrapes than his soulmate.

Whoops.

Meanwhile, Remus had a plan to avoid Virgil at all cost. Virgil had tried to shy away from press attention, but he tracked down a photo eventually.

And when his brother told him that some emo with “awesome” eyes had turned up on the doorstep looking for him, he had a bad feeling.

Well, spooky boy wasn’t going to cost him his long future.

And so the dance began.

In one corner, Virgil, who had spite, stubbornness, and a deadline on his side (he had to get home to his parents eventually)! Never discount a spiteful Virgil!

In the other corner, Remus, who has nothing on his side but fate. Fate, however, has a sense of humor, and Remus read enough old myths as a child to know that whatever happens can’t be changed by petty human actions.

Virgil tries breaking and entering many times, each failing in a more ridiculous way. He is a careful, but Remus is practically Kevin McCallister in terms of traps, and he fails to meet his soulmate face to face all day and all night.

They do get to have some verbal exchanges, which are pretty much

Virgil: You think you want the existential hell of immortality??

Remus: Oh, fuck off, I’m going to have the best vampire aesthetic!

Virgil: The vampire aesthetic is wonderful, but can we do everything for aesthetic?

Both at the same time: Yes. Yes we can.

And then Virgil is herded out of the house by Remus’s pet rats.

However, the final encounter goes a little differently. No witty quips, just Virgil picking the lock of yet another window, and then a very specific sound.

Have you ever heard a stubborn emo get pulled into a portal in the spacetime continuum?

It’s a distinct sound that is along the lines of loud crash-The fu-whirring noises-nyoom-eerie silence

Remus didn’t give a second thought before diving into the portal after him. If he had, he would have thought hey, this’ll probably bring us face to face, something I’ve been avoiding or maybe jumping into random portals in a stupid idea or I’m going to grab a weapon before just running at it. But his first impulse was to make sure his snarky soulmate hadn’t died, so into the portal he went.

The Year: 2550

The Portal: Glows a lot, thank you for asking

The Reason: A mad scientist has only one thing left to lose, and is terrified as it slips away

Logan: Logan was a geek at heart. He loved science, in both theories and practice. He probably should have toned down his obsession with Nikola Tesla. He wanted to travel to the sky, and touch the stars, and watch time like a film reel.

Time travel was his passion. If people could travel across the physical seas, why not the metaphorical ones of time?

It was pure luck that he actually figured it out, but figure it out he did. Logan loved his creation.

He wanted to create a million inventions, but more importantly he wanted Patton to see them all.

If there was one thing he loved more than science, it was him.

The two kept each other from drifting off into the stars, or sinking into the dirt because they’re too afraid of being rude. One of Logan’s favorite memories was he and Patton running through the St. Louis fair, giggling at terrible puns and sharing a quick kiss out of sight, before catching the next exposition.

Patton was kind, and caring, and knew how to talk to people to get them to like him, and was just good. He was good.

Logan dealt only in facts. And it was a fact that it would have been better, more fair for Logan to have died in the fire.

It was a fact that he didn’t (even though it felt like it sometimes). It was a fact that Patton had been the one to notice the smoke. It was a fact that the love of his life waited for a few seconds in the doorway, trying to call the cat out. It was a fact that, after Logan was out of the house, he turned around to see the doorway collapse.

He found a way back into the house, but it took too long.

Fact: Humans can only endure severe smoke inhalation for a few minutes before dying.

Logan took one look at his time machine, somehow still undamaged. He’d never tested it before, but he really didn’t have a choice, so he kissed Patton on the forehead and stepped into a portal.

Back To The Plot

Virgil and Remus immediately knew that they were in the 26th century.

How? There was a sign!

Hey! If You Happen To Be A Time Traveler, This Is 2550! Check In With The Lord Cerebrum To Know More, Unless You Don’t Have A License, In Which Case

You Know What Happens

They don’t have much time to mull over this before Remus tries to murder Virgil. He’s not IMMORTAL any more, and it’s not FAIR, and it’s all HIS fault!

This is where we enter the Rivals To Friends (While On The Run From Time Management) section

Remus and Virgil have many adventures escaping from Time Management, while learning to appreciate the other as a friend. They are platonic soulmates, after all!

But Time Management is nothing if not patient, and the boys are caught eventually (you know how it goes. You forget to check around for listening ears, you use 21st century slang, and suddenly a single “yeet” and a “same” get you dragged before the Lord Cerebrum)

A Handy Dandy Guide To The Year 2550 (transcript from the Handy Dandy Infomercial Station)

Hey, time travelers! I know that everyone likes zipping around the time-stream and seeing what the fates throw at them to keep them from murdering their grandpa, but we have to do this by the Rules!

If you break the rules, you know what happens

The Year 2550 is protected by Logos Industries’s time dilation filter, to ensure that no one gets the wrong idea about going free range!

If you have a license, just proceed to the Lord Cerebrum to get your stamp of approval and philosopher disguise for the maximum positive effect! After all, Logos Industries needs funding to protect us all!

If you don’t have a license, you’ll see the Lord Cerebrum too!

Have a Handy Dandy Time :)

Back To The Plot

The boys are led through a menacing government facility, taken to see the Lord Cerebrum. They try to ask questions, but Time Management is rather disinterested in their fleeting existence, so nothing much gets answered.

The final destination is a computer room, where the Lord Cerebrum sits. His form was half hologram, half skin, his age unchanging for 526 years, and recognizable at first sight to Remus

Lord Cerebrum, aka Brain, aka Brian: Hey, Remus, what exactly did you say about outliving me?

Brian: Brian was a dick. There’s no other way to put it.

He and Remus used to be friends, sticking brand new phones in water to see what would happen and planning out pranks (they made their history teacher think that she was being haunted by the ghost of Charlemagne!), but things changed, and by 8th grade his dickishness was on full display

It was really easy to get away with being cruel to Remus. He naturally unnerved people, and anyone in a position of power immediately knew he was trouble (which was true), so when there was a conflicting story between a star student and the kid who poured ketchup in the principal’s desk, you can guess who’d always get believed.

Brian was a dick, but he was 13. He could have grown later in life, regretted his ways (or at least stopped), but instead he touched an antique time machine on a museum tour of the Clock House (home of Logan, the famous inventor of soulmate clocks).

He’d been planning to snap off the handle and pin it on Remus (or maybe Roman for variety), but instead

Crash-what the-whirring noises-nyoom-eerie silence

And Brian arrived in the year 2520, the first of many time travellers.

He became a celebrity. The parts of him lost in the wormhole were quickly replaced with state-of-the-art holograms, and his fame went to his head.

Thirty years of good marketing later, he was the Lord Cerebrum. And when a desperate mad scientist came crashing through a portal of his own, it was easy to get him to work for him under the promise that Brian would let him save his “Patton” once he made some technology for him.

He recognized Logan from the museum. He knew who’s fault it was that he was trapped travelling through time, whirling through the portal, praying and promising and in the end just screaming. Brian knew who was to blame for the fact that he couldn’t tell how much of his body would stay when the power went out.

So the tasks got longer and more complicated, Patton dangled like a carrot over Logan’s head.

Fact: Logan would never win, and someday Brian would get tired of this game and there would only be one genius left in 2550.

Back To The Plot: Virgil punched the Lord Cerebrum in the face. He didn’t know all of the context, but his best friend seemed not to like the guy, and he seemed evil, so he punched the overlord in the face.

Brian was offended, and abandoned all plans for a monologue in favor of leaving them to die.

The most fitting way to do away with a time traveler is to send them everywhere at once. It’s an awful death, one where molecules are slowly lost as the traveler in question hits walls and trees and memories.

The duo managed to survive five or so timelines, before the machine miraculously shut off. A mad scientist ran into the room, unscrewed the vents in the walls, and told the teenagers that they’re late.

Things are explained as they escape the facility.

Things

Logan needed a way to break the time dilation filter. He did the math (which he tried and failed to explain to the boys), and it was determined that Remus and Virgil had the most butterfly effect capabilities to influence this particular event

Basically, removing them from the timeline changed things just enough for Logan to find the chink in the filter’s armor.

The duo’s job is done, and Logan is only sorry that he didn’t find them earlier to get them home.

Back To The Plot

Everything seems like it’s going to be fine, and the duo are almost able to go home, when the Lord Cerebrum finds them.

CLIMATIC SHOWDOWN

An Ending

In the end, Brian is sent to the 22th century, the year where nearly all of humanity were turned into giant rats for some reason

Logan found his way back to the 1910′s, and used the 26th century technology to heal his love. The time machine burned in the fire. Good. Space travel was where it was at, anyway.

Virgil had so much explaining to do to his parents

Remus knew that no one would believe him. Roman did.

Virgil and Remus stayed the closest of friends. They dressed up as vampires for Halloween. They stuck together. They got to grow up.

More soulmate shenanigans, amiright?

#sanders sides #ts sides #remus sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #logicality #platonic dukexiety #time travel #soulmate au #beware the drafts of march #soulmate shenanigans #unsympathetic brian #i don't know why this random shorts character is awful in my mind #i'm sure he's a perfectly nice fictional character #i love writing #fan fic #sanders side fic #sanders sides fic

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im-a-meteorite · 4 years ago

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i’ve been marathoning the harry potter movies since im in quarantine and i’ve been taking some notes. i’ll post them all bc why not

sorcerer’s stone

harry knowing that there’s no post on sunday,, a genius

hedwig’s theme playing when harry looks out of the window and sees an owl flying by, very nice

hagrid doing magic at the house on the rock thing,, wouldnt the ministry be able to track that?? since there’s no wizard that lives there, they should be alerted?? or did they remove the trace from hagrid once he got expelled?? like does it work by the trace only or? bc if it doesn’t work by location then how would they know that a muggle witnessed the magic?? idk anymore

the kids staring at the nimbus 2000 and saying its the fastest model yet,, then the camera zooming on the handle w/ the background blurred -> the most straight forward foreshadowing

hagrid is actually the worst person to take harry on his tour situation,, like bro literally left him in the middle of a train station

the weasleys and harry going to the platform while theres a shit ton of ppl walking around,,, statute of secrecy where??

the great hall is on the first floor?? i thought it was on the ground floor

ew the hats

i wish the movies had dumbledore’s weird few words speeches

“theres not one witch or wizard that went bad that wasnt in slytherin” broooo

mcgonagall is so savage i love her

snape is an asshole

a crap ton of chessboards in the great hall study hall scene,, foreshadowing the challenges?

madam hooch really yeeted herself out of neville’s way

✨🥰 oliver wood 🥰✨✨

harry really wiped the troll buggers on his robe,, disgusting

snapes hair is lowkey on fleek tho,,

making most of the slytherins ugly bc they’re the “evil” house is just a disservice to all the inbreeding

hermione setting snape on fire is truly iconic and very extra tbh like sis why tf would u know a spell like that

seasonal transition wasnt that great tbh

overall the directing style is kinda basic

“not in the restricted section,,” rule breaking hermione is the best hermione

dumbledore’s handwriting is so extra and loopy like tf?? but it fits his character

the hedwig flying season transition was good

“immortal?” “it means you’ll never die.” “i know what it means!”

50 points each for being out of bed??? wtf is this point system

filtch saying there’s werewolves in the forbidden forest,,, thats illegal sir

hagrid calling the trio by their first names but draco by his last,, we love favoritism

harry’s thoughts r so ridiculous,, “snape doesnt want the stone for himself, he wants it for voldemort!” lmaoo wtf,, evidence pls sir,, u don’t even know he was a death eater. was it the bad vibes?? bc same

harry figuring out that the person who gave hagrid the dragon egg is voldy,, a genius

“kill us faster?? now i can relax!!” ron is so iconic i love him

“lucky we didnt panic!” “lucky hermione pays attention in herbology”

how is it that harry’s hand burned quirrel but not the skin on harry’s neck?? that shit makes no sense

yeah i really cant imagine this dumbledore fighting voldy in movie 5

hermione’s headband in the reunion scene is so cute i love it

chamber of secrets:

how is dobby even allowed to just jump on the bed?? like is it bc harry isnt his master that he can do smth like that

“dobby has heard about harry potter’s kindness” or whatever,, bro u work for the malfoys either the elves gossip or draco is waxing poetry about harry

aunt petunia saying “we have ice-cream” after that whole affair is just ridiculous

DIAGONALLY

this seems like the extended version bc i dont remember the borgin and bruks scene to be that long

the close ups with lucius and ginny’s books r insane lmao like chris columbus made it so obvious

also mr weasley’s acting is so funny like its so exaggerated

lucius malfoy is so dramatic and extra we love it

also lucius knowing hermione’s name and “draco’s told me all about you”??? bro whats with draco?? lmaoo

snape really got mad with the whole car business

mandrakes r fucking weird bro how did jkr come up with that

PERCY WALKING WITH PENELOPE CLEARWATER??? HOW DID I MISS THAT??

omg colin had so many lines?? wow

omg erol with the fucking howler,, iconic

ron’s facial expressions?? pure comedy, rupret is so good

LOCKHEART REALLY SAID “GOOD GIRL” THEN WINKED AT HERMIONE

“pesky piksy pescinomy” this bitch dumb

“why is it always me?” poor neville

omfg ✨🥰 oliver wood 🥰✨

ahh using the seeker position for fighting

ew draco used the m-word

the shit the basilisk is saying is so lame lmaoo

how does harry not recognize that he’s hearing a different language?? or does parsaltongue act weird

HOW IS THE WHOLE SCHOOL IN THE SAME CORRIDOR???

“i know the counter-curse that could’ve spared her” bitch the dirty looks he got?? omfg

the movies would’ve been 500% better if they had lee jordan’s iconic quidditch commentary

“scarhead” “TRAINING FOR THE BALLET, POTTER?”

“what did you expect?? pumpkin juice??” madam pomfery is a queen

dobby is dumb dumb

“who am i, hedwig? what am i?”

“reading? i didnt know you could read?”

“look at my face” “look at your tail!”

“you can’t cancel quidditch!”

“oh harry, if you die down there, you’re welcome to share my toilet”

lockheart: do you live here? ron: no *smacks him in the head with a rock*

“voldemort is my past, present and future” are all slytherins this dramatic??

the tension between hermione and ron in the last feast was insane

justin filtch fletchy is so ugly im so sorry i cant

prisoner of azkaban:

im sorry but harry doing underage illegal magic pisses me off every time

aunt marge 🤢

“do they use a cane boy?” “oh yeah, i’ve been beaten loads of times”

that whole scene is so chaotic

“you cant do magic outside of school!” “oh yeah? try me”

sirius really dumb for barking at harry like it makes no sense

the knight bus is probably one of the best things in this movie

“whatcha doing down there??” “i fell over” “whacha fell over for?” “i didnt do it on purpose!” “well come on then, lets not wait for the grass to grow”

harry leans over and looks for the grim, stan: “whatcha looking at?”

“yeah take it away ernie,, its gonna be a bumpy ride”

this whole thing is written and directed so perfectly

i hate how they replaced tom bc it really made no sense

all the bits of magic in the leaky caldron is so genius

fudge reminds me of trump but like dumber

the blue lighting and coloring is just great, it fits the colder vibe of the story (not like HBP with the hazy/blurry effect)

ugh the glass and mirror transitions are one of my favorite things,, alfonso curon really did that

i love the weasleys,, also everyone looks great in this movie

omg the scene with arthur talking to harry about sirius with the sirius poster always being in sight?? amazing

contrast of light and darkness just echos the whole dementor vs patronus situation

i dont even understand why remus took the train other than for the nostalgia

the lights slowly turning off in the different carriages?? amazing

the visual representation of the dementors’ effect is great

REMUS!!!

i wish there was more emotion from remus when he’s talking about sirius,, like that was one of his only friends

snape clapping literally twice for remus,, ajhshsh

ahh the placement of the slytherin and gryffindor tables right beside each other to increase the tension and further the plot

oh yea the new dumbledore, also cool hat he has

omg the new fat lady painting

omg the candy scene?? so cute i love lads being lads. that scene just echo’s dumbledore’s light in the dark quote bc its storming outside at night and they’re creating a happy environment within the dark especially with the dementors

ah yes the clock references + following the bird to show us important parts of hogwarts and putting the whomping willow in the forefront

ron’s reading of harry’s tea leaves,, still on point tho. ron really has a knack for divination

buckbeak! omg drapple

draco is so hot especially with that ring also the slytherin pins??

“oh yeah, terribly funny, really witty. god, this place has gone to the dogs”

the kids look so messy i love it + harry’s uneven tie

HERMIONE CLINGING TO RONS ARM!!

“its killed me! your gonna regret this, you and your bloody chicken”

omg the boggart lesson

“riddikulus!” “this class is ridiculous”

fuck snape!

draco really pushed someone with his bandaged arm

remus is such an amazing professor i love him and i just miss him so much

ugh harry in this hoodie?? amazing

remus and harry’s conversation with the music :(( lily :((

wtf is that eye painting??

percy screaming about being head boy,, bro stfu

sirius is such a dramatic little bitch i love it

seasonal changes marked by the wimping willow

“turn to page 394”

what a fucking rude ass bitch,, i hate snape

harry really be seeing the grim everywhere

i wish they had “wheres wood?” “trying to drown himself in the shower”

winter transition with hedwig! + clock tower

“come and join the big boys”

i just adore this scene of the twins giving harry the map (bro i really want a series about the marauders)

whos that skinny bitch with draco???

harry’s way too rash tbh

also mcgonagall being also too nonchalant about the whole marauder’s situation?? like those werent your students

remus is a soft boy dark academia icon

if only dumbledore wasnt a dumbass,, remus could have been uncle moony raising harry with sirius

ron’s nightmare scene?? iconic

“my dad didnt strut. nor do i” umm james potter was also a drama queen sooo probably strutting

“you, YOU FOUL LOATHSOME EVIL LITTLE COCKROACH” “hermione no, he’s not worth it”

sirius’ dog form really looks like a rabid dog omfg

the part where hermione grabs harry while she’s on the wimping willow omfg

“only one will die tonight” YOU DRAMATIC BITCH UR NOT MAKING THIS BETTER

“finally the flesh reflects the madness within” “well you’d know all about the madness within, wouldn’t you remus?”

why the fuck is the shreaking shack is swaying in the wind??

QUARRELING LIKE AN OLD MARRIED COUPLE

why the fuck didnt they knock peter out?? like tf?? they’re actually dumb dumb there were so many ways for this to go right

this man really sent 2 13-year-olds on this dumbass mission

buckbeak really beat up remus,, “professor lupin’s having a really tough night”

harry’s a fucking psycho with this patronus bullshit,, i cant

can they stop screaming while flying on buckbeak?? someone might hear them

im still mad sirius didnt get his name cleared,, so much would’ve changed

“we did it” “did what? goodnight” i fucking hate dumbledore and his mindlessness omfg sometimes i wanna punch him in the face

fuck snape for outing remus as a werewolf,,, but also he really didnt have to resign. like istg wheres the marauder energy when it comes to defying everyone??

i wish the movies had went into the marauders’ history :(( its one of my favorite aspects of the series

#harry potter #harry potter movies #philosopher's stone #chamber of secrets #prisoner of azkaban #hermione granger #ronald weasley #remus lupin #sirius black #severus snape #albus dumbledore #minerva mcgonagall #movie marathon #notes #harry potter notes

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ikeservant · 5 years ago

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hc: how do you think the main ikesen boys would react to mc’s time? like they’re all with her when the wormhole and get thrown back to her time?

Sorry for the long wait! I hope this is what you were asking for >__

Intro: No matter what it seemed inevitable that the wormhole was going to keep chasing mc and Sasuke to take them to the present day. Since both of these time travelers were near and dear to the Oda and Uesgi-Takeda warlords, they came to see them off. With tearful goodbyes, the wormhole would finally be at rest and stop causing destruction once it takes what it wants. Mc opened her eyes to find herself in the present day. However, she realized that there were eight too many people with her. The warlords, all confused, realized that they were sucked into the present day. Mc and Sasuke, after explaining that the warlords were 500 years in the future, devised an emergency meeting. They decided to all stay at Sasuke’s apartment and learn how to habituate to the future. So, how do the warlords fare?

Nobunaga: Intrigued and curious about everything. Is fascinated by automobiles. A lot of “this is very proficient. Let’s bring this back with us.” Likes to go on day trips with mc and the others to learn more about the area. Loves museums and will research everything. Adapts SUPER quickly.“Maybe I can conquer all of Japan AGAIN.” If he had to stay in the modern day for a long time, would most likely use his charisma and knowledge of currency and politics to either be a politician or CEO.

Hideyoshi: “So this is the country that Nobunaga will have founded.” Was a little freaked out and scared of the cars and busses whizzing by. “Be careful, Nobunaga and mc, these things could seriously kill someone.” (Boi, mc has been here longer than you. She knows how to use a crossroad. Thanks for caring though, bby). Loves going to modern cafes and trying all the teas and drinks. Wants to learn all the safety codes and rules of society to keep all of the warlords safe and get along. If he had to stay in the modern day long, he’d either be a police officer to protect others and upholding the law or be a hardworking manager that has to deal with everybody’s bullshit, drinks coffee like a madman, and kicks the copier when its spazzing out. “Back in my day we just rewrote everything.”

Ieyasu: Can use common sense for the most part to get by and stay safe, but will act like a grumpy old man dealing with change. Mc has fun with her payback from Ieyasu calling her naïve and foolish when she tried adapting to the Sengoku era, telling him now he knows what it feels like being sucked into another era. When y’all went to the drug store, he was intrigued with all of the medication and pain relief remedies. Will collect several medical textbooks and buy out all of Walgreen’s pharmacy department in hopes of being better at healing others when they return. He went to the zoo and was fascinated with all of the unique animals found worldwide. Won’t admit it but loved petting the goats and alpacas at the petting zoo (reminded him of Wasabi,who he secretly missed). Will sneak food to feed street cats and due to his medical knowledge he’d either be a veterinarian or a pharmacist if he had to be in the modern era for a long time. Likes some things about the present but is a little overwhelmed how loud and fast everything goes and sort of wishes to go back to the home that is the Sengoku.

Masamune: Put this man on a LEASH. He is running around everywhere, looking at everything. “I highly support the fashion choices of this era. Tank tops, mini skirts, and short shorts? HELL YA.” Mc is his guide to all of the foods in the area. Food trucks, dessert shops, restaurants will all be conquered by Masamune. Taking him to a grocery store for the first time was an absolute nightmare for Sasuke’s credit card. Loves how food is more readily available for people now than in the Sengoku era. Gets so much food. Also has two duffle bags stuffed with ramen packages for when he returns to the Sengoku era so his men can have a ready made meal. Went to an amusement park and LOVES roller coasters like the adrenaline junkie he is. He’s overall fascinated with all the fun experiences and exciting new things in the modern era. Would thrive as a chef at a restaurant who puts on a show with fire and knives while making the best food in town.

Mitsunari: Put this boi on a leash too. He’d be wandering around and getting lost in thought about how everything works. He’d be too busy thinking about how the mechanics of a car works that he would almost be hit BY a car. Is fascinated and wants to learn how everything works like Nobunaga. Both would love the museums. Mc gave him a laptop and boi is in LOVE with it. He spends several hours focusing on the laptop and researches everything. It’s like a mini library in his lap. Mc took him to the library and he now spends several hours looking through every book. Accidentally got hired as a librarian (the most beautiful librarian in Japan). Has to have a buddy to go out with or else he will get lost in thought and end up getting lost in general. Still love him though.

Mitsuhide: “Adapt. Improvise. Overcome.” Doesn’t take long for him to learn how to beat the system. Likes to tag along with mc and the others to go to different places just for the experience. Is glad that he doesn’t have to play spy for anybody anymore since all the warlords are in the same boat and he has more freedom to roam about (and cause trouble). Will use the excuse “well I didn’t know any better. I’m from the Sengoku.” for everything even though he’s already learned all the rules and customs just so he can get on Hideyoshi’s and mc’s nerves. Uses his cunningness and intelligence to be the best lawyer. Could also be a hella good detective. Had the best time in the magic trick and prank stores. They amuse him and finds it fun to freak out the other warlords in their apartment.

Kenshin: Almost Yeeted out of existence when he found out that swords are frowned upon to carry around in this time period. However he was brought back to stability when Sasuke and mc took him to a bar for the first time. Mc had to convince the police to not arrest Kenshin a few times when he threatened to kill some people and slashed a car tire for almost hitting him. (Kenshin violence is very frowned upon here.)Has a tough time adapting and getting along in modern society but he eventually finds a way. “Accidentally” becomes a gang leader in one night. Mc took him to a pet store and the entire pen of bunnies flocked to him. Guess who has a giant rabbit pen on the roof of the apartment? Kenshin.

Shingen: Also loves the new style. Man never thought he’d see the day that women would walk down the street with legs and arms showing. Also had to have mc bail him out from the police because of his flirting being misunderstood as him being a creep. Loves the bakery and sweets shops in the area. Yukimura is not happy having to do patdown checks to make sure Shingen isn’t sneaking sweets into the apartment. Loves the new carpentry methods and tools. Mc took him to Home Depot and he LOVED it. Would either be a sexy Home Depot worker and independent carpenter or be a hot bartender that is very popular with the female patrons.

Yukimura: Is confused by everything. Almost passed out when he realized they were 500 years in the future. “What the HELL is that thing” would be what he’d say while pointing with a scared look on his face. Mc and Sasuke thought it’d be a great idea to teach Yukimura about sports so he can have fun, release his pent up energy he would usually use for practice or battle training, and have a more positive outlook of the present day. Basketball and soccer being one of his favorites. Joins a local sports group and becomes team captain due to his previous war tactics being useful on the battlefield AND the court/soccer field and his leadership skills. Loves to go to athletic stores. Eventually becomes a coach, which he is both bashful and proud of. Could see him becoming a fireman since he’d want to save people and leap into action to save others like he did in the past as a Sengoku warlord.

#ikesen #ikemen sengoku #ikesen hc

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alittleshocking · 4 years ago

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Phillip and Shock are Disgusted and Frankly Appalled by the Miracle of Pregnancy (*) [Tell Tale Heart]

In which the title explains it all...[takes place idk some time]

@knightley--phillip

[tw -- frank discussion of abortion]

SHOCK: “So, I’m pregnant,” Shock said to Phillip as she lay in his bed, the blanket tossed artfully over her lower body. She slid her heel up the mattress, so her knee was bent, the black sheet pooling over her abdomen. She let out a huff.

Yes, Shock was pregnant, because she let men inside her body however she wanted. Usually, she was rather good about it in terms of the pull out or what not, but she had always played fast and loose. She had assumed God or whoever the fuck owed her majorly for giving her fucking cancer as a kid. Maybe she had used up all her “poor little cancer girl” tokens in the slot machine, gambling away for more time consequence free.

Maybe it was just shitty luck. One too many times letting some dumbass come inside her.

Honestly, she didn’t even know if it was Phil’s. He was her best guess, considering he was a frequent customer, but there would be no telling without a DNA test and if Shock had anything to say about it--that wouldn’t be necessary at the end of the day.

Shock lit a cigarette, even though she knew Phil’s tight-ass roommate hated her smoking in the house. Maybe she should’ve announced this at family dinner. That would’ve been hilarious. John would’ve popped a blood vessel. Tom would’ve asked to be godfather or some shit. Of course, in this scenario, Shock convinced them all she was keeping it. Which--

“Don’t freak out, I’m not keeping it.” The cigarette wagged between her teeth as she spoke and then she took a drag, plucking it from her lips and letting the smoke drift into the air.

PHILLIP: “Oh thank fucking God.”

He let out a breath. He’d been totally and utterly frozen the moment she’d said what she’d said, sitting up so his back was against the headboard. He’d been about to suggest they grab a drink after she lit her cigarette and then she’d spoken and Phil couldn’t hear much else.

Here was a thing Phillip Knightley knew: even the best birth control was only 99.9% effective or something. He couldn’t beat those odds.

Here was another thing: Phillip had been...how shall we say...particularly careless when it came to fucking Shock. He wasn’t normally, mind you. He was normally very careful about rubbers and all that sort of stuff, because if there was one fear Phillip had, it was some woman knocking on his door heavily pregnant and demanding he pay for a child he did not want. That’d make his father quite happy.

Not that Phil didn’t want kids eventually. Maybe. He knew he was supposed to want them — or at least supposed to want to breed like a rabbit and produce strong Order sons.

But a kid running around from some non-approved woman was a fucking nightmare — and it’d ruin his status. Not that Order members didn’t on occasion keep side mistresses or slip up, but Phil couldn’t do that to the Knightley name. He’d already fucked up once.

“Not that I won’t help you remove it,” said Phillip, smiling now, because that’s what he did when things got weird. “But how the hell do you even know it’s mine?” He nudged her with his leg. “Not exactly like we’ve ever been exclusive.”

SHOCK: Shock snorted at his emphatic response. She’d wanted to elicit a similar sort of reaction from him, just because she’d find it funny. And she needed funny right now.

No, Shock was not having some moral quandary over yeeting a fetus out of her uterus. She was having a monetary quandary. Since she wasn’t a citizen, she was going to have to pay out the ass for an abortion. And there was no other option. Either Shock was gonna have to prostitute herself out for a few months to gather the near 500 pounds she was gonna need (maybe more including a place to stay for the recovery after the operation) or she was gonna get it from Phil.

She knew he could afford it, which is why she had targeted him for this particular favor. Well, he was also the closest thing she had to a friend in town. They actually spent time together not having sex or doing drugs sometimes, which equaled friendship in Shock’s eyes. Which meant there was an emotional connection here she could play on too--garner his sympathy.

She rolled her eyes. “You’re fucking me a lot more tan anyone else. Didn’t that big fancy university you went to teach you statistics?” she scoffed at him.

PHILLIP: “You overestimate my ability to pay attention in school and do math,” fired Phil right back.

He was quiet then, thinking about the weight of it all. He couldn’t help it. Stewing on things was part of his nature, trying to find some sort of meaning to it all. Logically he knew this would get taken care of very easily. Phil had money. He knew Shock probably came to him because she knew that he had money. He knew that he wouldn’t have said no. She didn’t need to convince him. It was something he’d do for a friend.

The corner of his mouth tugged up. He didn’t know if he’d consider Shock a friend — just someone he was fucking. But it was more than that, wasn’t it? It wasn’t romantic, nah. Phil knew what love felt like, this big, gnawing, pulsating thing that clawed in his chest and suffocated him. He didn’t feel like that with Shock. He looked at her and he felt — he felt like high-fiving her.

“Wow, fuck. We made a thing.” He laughed, poking Shock’s lower stomach. “There is a thing in there. That’s mental. That’s fucked. That’s straight up horror movie shit, I don’t know how women do it. Something just bloody grows inside of you for nine months all because a bloke didn’t pull out fast enough.”

He shivered a little and then for good measure, slapped a hand on Shock’s thigh.

“Alright, when do you wanna extract this thing? How does this work? Do you call ahead? Make a reservation? Just show up? I’ve no idea. Maybe I should.” He tilted his head. “For the future.”

SHOCK: Shock actually smacked his hand away. She didn’t feel like high-fiving. She felt like breaking his damn fingers, one by one. Or kneeing him in the groin. She didn’t think it was mental. It was horror movie shit. She had done a lot to keep this body: chemo and radiation mainly, though malnutrition definitely played its part. Part of her body had never really recovered from any of that. And she liked it that way. The idea of getting fat was a fucking nightmare. Especially if it wasn’t because she’d gorged herself on delicacies and sweets because she could.

It was disgusting and awful and she wanted it gone. The thought of thinking of something unauthorized growing inside of her made her feel violated. Her room was not for rent, get the fuck out squatter.

“I’ve got to make an appointment and go through some bullshit pre-screening process, probably to get convinced out of it. Don’t worry, that’s not going to happen. I’d rather die. And as soon as fucking possible. We have to go up closer to London, because there is no doctor out here in the boonies that’ll do it. Also, it’s gonna cost you 500 quid or whatever the fuck you say. And that’s just the operation. Apparently I’m gonna need to be there 48 hours before. So, add hotel on top of that. And I want the fancy shit, as mother of your bastard, I deserve the best.”

She flicked some of her blonde hair into his face. “I know you can afford it, so pony up. Oh, also, if you’re using a credit card, you’ve got to come with me.”

PHILLIP: “Yeah, yeah.” Phil waved a hand at the mention of a hotel. He knew a place in London that was nice, but tucked out of the way, the sort of place that rich executives — and rich Order Princes — took their mistresses.

“Don’t worry, nothing but the best for my baby mama.” He reached on the side table for his phone, typed in the name of the hotel and then pulled up the website that listed all the amenities — spa, pool, lounge, gym, all that jazz — and tossed it to Shock. It was an expensive hotel, the type with a big flashy chandelier in the lobby, and if Phil didn’t already scream money, he sure as hell did now. The Knightleys were old money, basically gentry, which Shock, an American might not realize, but Phil knew she knew he knew that she knew that he was loaded. He wasn't gonna skimp out now.

“That good enough for you? Might as well make a mini-vacation out of this whole thing.” He sighed, leaning back on the headboard. “Vacabortion. Aborcation? Something like that. Is that crass? That’s absolutely crass. Good thing we’re on the same page here.”

SHOCK: Holy shit, this was working?

For all the shit that Shock talked, she didn’t actually know if it was going to and there was a part of her that she’d never admit to, if you pried back all the rest, that was terrified. She didn’t want to go to some shady backdoor doctor, she didn’t want to turn tricks in order to afford the abortion and probably end up with some disgusting STI in exchange. Her options, outside of Phil, were unappealing and dangerous. As much as Shock liked to risk her life, it was always on her terms.

Not to mention: Shock hated hospitals and anything medical. She barely took Advil, if she could help it. Now, she was going to have to have surgery. Be strapped, helpless, to a table and dissected.

This fear lurked like a shadow against the wall, in the peripheral of Shock’s vision. Just faint enough that Shock could ignore it.

She hadn’t panicked. She’d gotten to work.

There was this burn in her chest when Phil handed her the phone. Something that was as thick and cloying as perfume: gratitude. Shock would rather choke on it.

Good thing Phil handed her his phone. She took it with eager hands and, despite her composure throughout this conversation, her eyes bulged wide at the sight of glittering chandeliers and a pool bigger than any she’d ever seen.

“Holy shit, that bathtub is a-maz-ing! That’ll be so great to soak in after they’ve ripped my uterus out through my vagina.”

Shock wasn’t going to say thank you. Even if the words were on the tip of her tongue. Instead, she leaned back against the cushions and clicked the “book room” button--

“So, when are we going? You don’t have school yet, right? And if Gaston doesn’t let me off, I’ll just start a smear campaign about him.”

PHILLIP: “I’m literally always free,” said Phil, which was somewhat of a lie. He’d have to make up a reason to tell John and Tom why he was going out of town with Shock. Maybe the reason was just as simple as he was going out of town with Shock to the Belleview — which both of them would recognize immediately — and Tom would make a big deal about it and John would roll his eyes, but Phillip could deal with that.

He did not want a child. Not right now at least. Maybe one day. In the future. In the far future. Hopefully. Phillip hoped that one day he’d wake up and the future that was laid out for him — marry a nice well-bred Order girl, breed like a rabbit and have an army of children — would be something he realized he’d been looking for. All this youthful ennui and restlessness was just an adolescent phase. Phillip Knightley was just a bit too late in growing out, of course! He wanted to want it, wanted to duck his head down and make his parents happy, please his brothers, stay by John and Tom’s side for the rest of his days.

He glanced back at Shock, the thoughts too heavy for even him to infuse levity in, pushing them out of mind as he browsed more of the Belleview’s amenities.

“Next weekend? Or is during the week better for you? What would please the boss man? Like I said — and like you know — I am very flexible.”

SHOCK: The relief was like a shock (ha) to the system with how immediate and all-encompassing it was. She hadn’t even realized how stiff she’d been until her body finally caught up and realized: damn, girl, you actually got us out of a shitty situation for once. She felt herself relax into the fluffy mattress of Phil’s bed, her body aching slightly.

“During the week probably. Definitely can’t take off Friday/Saturday. Could leave Sunday and get back..Tuesday? Do you think there is a long recovery time for getting your uterus lining ripped out of your vagina? I mean...usually that shit takes a week, I can’t imagine it all done at once.” She gave a shudder before perking back up. “Hey, you think they’re gonna give me pain killers? Like--the good shit?”

She laughed. Awesome, if she got those, she could turn around and sell them maybe. Give Phil back at least some of the money. As much as she enjoyed having money and attention lavished on her, she didn’t like the idea of being a charity case.

“Thanks, though. Guess I owe you a really good blow job or something.”

#bdrpphillip #tell tale heart #phillip and shock are disgusted and frankly appalled by the miracle of pregnancy #this para made me weirdly emo

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baekhvuns · 2 years ago

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I thought the hands were Mingi's, then Hongjoong's too 🥴 aaahhhhh now I think it's the same Hwa actually, but obviously we have Real Hwa and Hala Hwa anyways I WILL TAKE BOTH, THANXX! Yes Seonghwa???

San: running for his life 🏃‍♂️💨 Woohwa: dancing time 🕺🕺Yeosang: 🎻

(I know it goes back to Diary film and is relevant to the plot, but out of context it looked so funny kahdjsgsjsvsysyshe)

Yes, San when he yeets himself at the White Masked Men? 😭 him running from the guards too, poor boy. The trailer was saaaaauuuuuur guuuuuud I almost dropped my plate. And the new photo yaaaay I called it, Guerrilla is the title! And Park Seonghwa in red 🤗

Yeah? The mighty Jongho. Please....Wouldn't survive a summer day here lmao. I love 🐁 and 🐀 actually, but they can do damage sadly

"Storms are nice" bestie.... et tu Brute 🤧 I hate weather like that, we have awful wind right now and I DESPISE IT it's annoying and scary, I keep getting weather alerts by text and they're not helping 🔫

Idk fans buy designer shit for idols, it's craaaaaazyyyyyy no wonder they have money on 500 albums. Yes absolutely no 🚫🦶🚫

Wheew I'm glad you're rona-free already! Ushsjsysheueehw I constantly have runny nose and sore throat + occasional cough, so if I had light rona symptoms I wouldn't know 😅 so many of my US Stays friends caught it after the concerts

I'm a boomer, but MY SKILLS ARE ALSO RUSTY OK :///

Nftnmi 🙈🙊🙉 how am I gonna face her after seeing that, lololol. Have you seen the shit about Atz's Universe Showcase and NFT... I'm so done

How did the person even came up with that FF prank 🥴 I couldn't believe, but then thought "weirdest things had happened soooo" now I'm disappointed, I wanna see them on the show

Yeah I know they're still pirates, but we're not on the sea fighting krakens now, so that's a bit sad, but hopefully we will be back on their ship soon!

Stopppp I support idols eating vegetables without complaining like 5 year olds, so this is a green flag for me

Blue Hawaii (the drink) was nice, honestly can't remember udgsuyshshdushs naaaah I don't want anything to escalate unless it's in my head 😏 yeah that bitch was late and interrupted (saved) her then had a problem??? I would whoop his fucking ass actually

I have random flashbacks from that dream, but my brain is pretty blank. BUT I HAD ANOTHER ONE pretty sure it involved Rowoon and Seonghwa? I need to stop reading so much fanfiction, seriously. But it felt like they had other faces as well, idk everytime there's an unidentified hot man in my dream I headcanon him as Hwa, it's my duty to do so.

I hope they collab with one of the Korean vegan cosmetics brands I use <3

I wanna biteeee 🧛‍♀️ slap only if they act up. I'm just saying Song Mingi looks so good alright and his poses are the best imo 🤷‍♀️ also man has blue streaks now, he's moving fast

One step closer to getting Seonghwa x Soohyuk moment? 🤡

San was wearing a rolex too I think? Did daddy CEO buy them or are they their own rich daddies 👀

*sobs* this whole thread, but especially. Just a cute boy in his STOMPERS thought he was wearing Hot Wheels merch at first - DV 💖

hi hello!!!

HEY HEY STOP RIGHT THERE DO NOT GO ON SEONGHWAS HAND LIKE THAT I WILL BRING MY COLLECTION OUT,,, AND SEONGHWA IN RED???? >>>>>>>>>>>> he looks so fine,, orange version looks so pretty 😩😩 also bestie i had a question since ur a GO person,, is ordering from synnara worth it? like their pob’s? or is the regular ktown4u pob’s better dbdb

San: running for his life 🏃‍♂️💨 Woohwa: dancing time 🕺🕺Yeosang: 🎻

LMFAOOOO NO LITERALLY 😭😭 SAN SACRIFICING HIMSELF AND SEONGHWA FILMING AN AD THERE PLS 😭😭😭

(I know it goes back to Diary film and is relevant to the plot, but out of context it looked so funny kahdjsgsjsvsysyshe)

NO FR IT DID BC WHY WAS SEONGHWA PERFORMING THE DEJA VU DANCE 😭😭 also a track u have dibs on from the track list 🔫

san poor boy indeed he’s just out here sacrificing himself and there’s wooyoung dancing 😭😭 IT WASS AND SO PRETTILY FILMED TOO THE PRODUCTION VALUE 🤌🏼🤌🏼 so true bestie park seonghwa in red >>> 😮‍💨😮‍💨

Yeah? The mighty Jongho. Please....Wouldn't survive a summer day here lmao. I love 🐁 and 🐀 actually, but they can do damage sadly

LMFAOOOO 😭😭😭 jongho’s fear is reasonable bc what the fuck are these bugs on????? centipedes r fUCKING DISGUSTING DIS.GUSTING. HELLO??????? DO U WANT THESE MICE OR MOUSE THERES TWO APPARENTLY HAVE UR RATA TOOT TOOT

oui moi aussi hehe <3 ☺️☺️ NAURRRR WRAP URSELF IN A BLANKET AND LISTEN TO BROWN NOISE it’ll be much better or maybe what’s better is that im almost done with dreaded bodyguard fic dbdbd angst road going strong atm <33

Idk fans buy designer shit for idols, it's craaaaaazyyyyyy no wonder they have money on 500 albums. Yes absolutely no 🚫🦶🚫

no bc i see those bp fans get them like high brand stuff like bestie u don’t think they have it already 😭😭😭🤚🏼 chinese bar fans are cRAZZY RICH AND I NEED THEIR TIPS

rona free finally bestie 😭😭 so glad i absolutely hated every thing about it and hated to skip things 🔫🔫 no bc ur immune water hating system iM VV IMPRESSED WITH U NO RONA HELLO MAYBE I SHOULD TRY IT FBFBF maybe not rona but probably flu!! no bc talking abt skz isn’t like police being involved in their concerts bc someone threatened some shit??? 😭😭😭 it’s always their concerts too??? tf???

I'm a boomer, but MY SKILLS ARE ALSO RUSTY OK :///

LMFAOOOO rusty skills here is a another wip drop for san <3

Nftnmi 🙈🙊🙉 how am I gonna face her after seeing that, lololol. Have you seen the shit about Atz's Universe Showcase and NFT... I'm so done

NFTMI FBWNBDKWDHJW 😭😭😭 i saw the trailer drop and it was LOWKEY AWKWARD but maybe it’ll be better GIRL I HAVE AND WHAT THE FUCK ARE THEY DOING 😭😭

this exactly

How did the person even came up with that FF prank 🥴 I couldn't believe, but then thought "weirdest things had happened soooo" now I'm disappointed, I wanna see them on the show

anything to stir atinyvile 😭😭no bc it would be so funny seeing then on that show bc steve harvey dresses like jongho i just wanna see the twinsies 😭😭😭

Yeah I know they're still pirates, but we're not on the sea fighting krakens now, so that's a bit sad, but hopefully we will be back on their ship soon!

hopefully we see it after this series! wanna see them cgi on their ship and have that pirates of the caribbean type of song 😭😭😭

Stopppp I support idols eating vegetables without complaining like 5 year olds, so this is a green flag for me

LMFAOOOO ONE THING I DONT UNDERSTAND IS THAT SO MANY IDOLS HATE CUCUMBERS???? it tastes like electricity??? bestie whaaat 😭😭😭🤚🏼

HRKWHDEK NO FR WHY WAS HE MEAN????? “girl in front has a staring problem” OKAY?? WHY TF WOULD U CALL HER OUT LIKE THAT 😭😭😭😭 ID MOVE SCHOOLS AND CHANGE NAMES that’s so embarrassing 😭😭😭😭🤚🏼

ROWOON AND SEONGHWA????? HELLO???? 😭😭😭😭 U LIVED A KDRAMA ????? no bestie read more ☺️☺️ have more dreams like that ☺️☺️ pls do omg but ceo tae for ur dreams ☺️☺️🤚🏼

I hope they collab with one of the Korean vegan cosmetics brands I use <3 I wanna biteeee 🧛‍♀️ slap only if they act up. I'm just saying Song Mingi looks so good alright and his poses are the best imo 🤷‍♀️ also man has blue streaks now, he's moving fast

ateez collaborations era coming 😩😩 BRMWFBKWBDKW BITE AND THEN SLAP DOUBLE DOUBLE 😭😭😭 no bc he does look so good im tempted to write him after san finally for u <3

One step closer to getting Seonghwa x Soohyuk moment? 🤡

LMFAOOOO FHWKFHDK PATIENTLY WAITING FOR THAT AWARD SHOW BRMEHDKE

San was wearing a rolex too I think? Did daddy CEO buy them or are they their own rich daddies 👀

u know that song about “rich man” yeah that means ateez,,, yunho predebut rich now he’s even more 😮‍💨😮‍💨

*sobs* this whole thread, but especially. Just a cute boy in his STOMPERS thought he was wearing Hot Wheels merch at first - DV 💖

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hilariousandunappreciated · 7 years ago

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One of Nature´s Masterpieces Pt. 3

Finally finshed it! What began as a 500 word oneshot became over 10k words of actual plot and an emotional journey. Thank you to @gracie-the-gay-yeet always for being my beta and personal cheerleader ty ly bb. Without further ado, here is the conclusion to my little story :)

ao3 | quotev

read pt. 1 here | read pt. 2 here

title: One of Nature´s Masterpieces

word count: 4.3k

warnings: some angst and cursing

It was late afternoon and Dan and Phil laid in the lounge on the expanse of their grey couch, both typing away at their laptops. The sun began peeking through the blinds, casting golden beams across their bodies. Their legs overlapped and they took in each other's warmth, completely comfortable with the contented silence that enveloped them. The glow from the screens partially illuminated them and Dan glanced up from his writing to observe Phil. The artificial lighting made him appear more pale, almost ghostlike, and Dan’s eyes sparkled as he examined the beauty of his love, eyes like cool, fresh pools on a balmy summer day, strand of black hair tickling his forehead from where it strayed from the carefully crafted quiff, soft brows creased from concentration. Dan admired the lines that had begun to deepen around his mouth and at the corners of his eyes. He loved them more and more each day because he knew they represented all the years they had laughed together. They were the most stunning smile lines he had ever laid eyes on. Dan suddenly had a realization and although he was scared to admit it to Phil, he felt the need to take the leap of faith, anyway. It was just Phil, after all.

He swallowed,

“Phil?”

Phil took his time to look up from his work but eventually brought his gaze upon Dan.

“Yeah, babe?”

How exactly was Dan going to phrase this?

“Phil, can I ask you something?”

Phil smiled softly: a beautiful, gracious smile.

“Always.”

Dan did his best to plan an eloquent question but instead just said,

“You want to have kids, right? W-with me...obviously.”

Phil looked taken by surprise but the expression faded quickly before he answered,

“Dan, of course I want to have kids with you.”

Dan sighed in relief. He already knew what Phil was going to say but he had to make sure. He took a deep breath in before stating,

“Good. Because...I'm ready. Now.”

Phil looked up again to make sure Dan was serious. He searched those golden and warm eyes and didn't find an ounce of insincerity. He wasn't expecting this conversation to happen this way but then again, this was just like them to randomly have a deep discussion about having kids in the comfort of their home, sharing their space, without even thinking about it. Phil smiled again, beaming at Dan's suddenly concerned face before replying,

“Good. I think I'm ready, too. Now.”

The words turned over in Phil's mind, a broken record on repeat and he was unable to stop it. ‘Suzie has a brother Suzie has a brother Suzie has a brother Suzie has a brother’ and then ‘they want us to foster they want us to foster.’ Suzie had a biological brother? Shouldn't they have known this before she was adopted? Was this just missed in her file? They wanted them to foster him? Where did he come from? What is he like? Are they ready for another--

“Phil? Phil!”

Phil's thought trailed off with the grounding sound of Dan's solemn voice. Phil flicked his eyes to meet Dan's and Dan let out a breath.

“Oh, okay. Almost lost you there.” He tried to smile. It didn't work.

“How do we know?” Phil inquired, tone a little abrupt. He was trying to keep up with his racing mind.

“What?”

“How do we know? That she has a brother?” Phil slowed his speech a little.

“He's her half brother. Turns out her mother had another kid three years after we got Suzie. She tried to..do well with him but...you know…” Dan's voice was quiet as he reached the end of the sentence.

Phil looked down at his soft hands, rubbing nervous circles into his palm with his thumb.

“So this is what you were stressed about?”

Dan didn't speak, only nodded in response.

“Well. That's not bad, right? We can figure it out?” Phil hoped to suppress his nervousness with an optimistic tone but he wasn't even sure they would figure it out. He always considered himself the more optimistic one in their relationship, but they were completely unprepared for another kid. Suzie alone was exhausting most days and they would have to make the office or the spare room into a new bedroom. Lots of things to buy. Prepare for. He didn't even know where to begin.

Dan scoffed, “Figure it out? Phil, we're exhausted all the time with Suze and work. She's just one kid! We don't even have that much more room in this house for another kid! Not to mention financially how this is gonna fuck things up. There's no way we are ready. We can't do it.”

Dan pushed himself off the bed and began pacing back and forth in front of Phil.

“Why do you have to be so negative about it?” Phil asked before considering what he was about to say.

Dan paused his rapid pacing and turned to face Phil, a fire beginning to glow behind his irises. And not a good fire.

“I'm not negative, I'm just being realistic. I know you want to stick to your ‘oh everything's fine it'll work out’ blah blah bullshit but this is taking on another kid. This is not like buying a puppy, Phil!”

Phil felt a pang in his chest at Dan's words and reciprocated his stressed tone,

“Why are you so worried about this? We can do it, it's not like we don't have the resources! And you're not being realistic, you're just a pessimist! Why can't you see the bright side of things for once?”

“Phil you and I both know how difficult that is for me. This is serious and I fully expect you to take this as seriously as I am. Jesus.”

Phil stood from the bed then and huffed,

“I'm not fucking stupid, Dan. I do take this seriously. God, I'm not some man-child. I know this is a big deal. I just think we can look at it from a different perspective.”

Dan paced again, passing in front of Phil while avoiding his gaze,

“Well from my perspective this is too much to take on right now. We can't do it. I'm saying no.”

Phil tried to get Dan to look at him with no avail,

“Oh so you want to separate Suzie from her biological brother? They deserve to be together and know each other and you're just going to deny her that? That's fucking unfair.”

Dan finally glanced up from his study of the floor and his voice rose,

“Don't you think I fucking know that already? That they should know each other? I've already been thinking about this all day, Jesus, Phil. It's like you don't even understand how much I know they should be together. But I don't fucking see right now how we could work this one out!”

“That's because,” Phil lowered his voice to an intimidating level, “you can never get over the negative shit and think logically about things! You're not thinking, Dan. We can't just let a brother of Suzie's float around in foster care until he's 18. That's fucking cruel and you know it.”

Dan ran his hand over his distressed curls and the rosy patch grew darker with each word he spat at Phil.

“Don't do that to me. Don't fucking play the ‘guilt Dan into agreeing with you game.’ That's not gonna happen.”

“I'm not trying to--”

“Yes you fucking are. You fucking are and you know it. You're so fucking stubborn sometimes and you don't like it when things don't go your way. Well guess what, Phil, things aren't going to go your way. Because I've already made my decision!”

Phil’s eyes deepened as he grew increasingly irritated. No. This was not how it was going to be.

“I'm not fucking guilting you into anything, Dan. This time I'm being realistic. We can't let this kid get away from us. That is so goddamn unfair and you know it. You know it but you can't see past the stress and the idea of having to do work for all this. Well just because it's unexpected doesn't mean it's bad. And this time I say you aren't getting your way because I've already made up my mind!”

It was silent for a moment, Phil's words echoing through the room, bouncing off of the tension between them. Dan spun around to sit on the bed again, and set his elbows on his thighs, burying his face in his hands, face flushed from anger and eyes red with exhaustion and wet with tears. It was all too much.

“Well. Then I don't know what to do. Since you seem so determined to make this decision yourself, I'll just stay out of it. You don't need me, apparently.” Dan's voice had grown forlorn even through the tension he still held in his tone. He did his best to keep his head turned away from Phil. Don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry.

The pain festered in Phil's chest as he watched Dan sat on the bed, tears threatening to fall. Neither of them had said the right thing. Neither of them knew what to do. Dan's words swirled in Phil's head, ‘you don't need me, apparently.’ But he did. He did need him. He needed Dan more than anything. Phil wandered to the bed and gingerly sat next to Dan, cautiously laying a hand on his knee.

He softened his voice as much as he could,

“That's not true. This has to be a decision we make together. We have to do this together, love.”

Dan couldn't hold it in any longer. Silent tears began to roll down his cheeks and he reached a hand up to desperately wipe them away. Phil took his hand to stop him.

“Dan. It's okay. It's gonna be okay. I know you're stressed, love, but I'm here. We can do this.”

Dan nodded.

“Phil you have no idea how much I want this. I do want this. I would have ten kids with you if I could. I just don't know how it'll work out. I don't know anything.”

Phil leaned into Dan then, reaching his lengthy arms out and pulling Dan's warm body into him, rubbing a smooth hand on his back and shushing him.

“I don't know either.” He leaned in to press a delicate kiss to Dan's temple. “But what I do know is that I love you. I love you.”

Dan raised his tear stained face to gaze at Phil. His eyes were searching. He opened his mouth to speak but instead kissed Phil. The touch was light but comforting and Phil pressed himself further into Dan.

“Okay,” Dan whispered.

Phil crossed his brows. “‘Okay’, what?”

Dan smiled softly and kissed Phil on the forehead, where his brow was creased from the question.

“Okay let's do it.”

Phil's eyes widened as he realized what Dan implied. He squeezed Dan into a tighter embrace and firmly kissed him, excitement and love electrifying their bodies.

Dan pulled away for a moment and nearly got lost in Phil's eyes before replying, “I love you, too”

Light filtered through the blinds, gold overflowing and dripping across the sleeping bodies, painting Dan's face. The beam danced and landed on the duvet, illuminating the bedroom and gently waking him. Dan blinked and closed his eyes again, unwilling to wake up just yet. His arms were hugging Phil's middle and he inhaled deep, memorizing the scent of Phil's hair and sleepy skin before relaxing back into the pillow. Phil hummed contently, evidently somewhat conscious, as well. Unexpectedly, Phil mumbled,

“Hmm, you know what today is, right, love?”

Dan wanted to shush him and tell him to go back to sleep but then he remembered. Today was the day they would meet Dillon for the first time. Three months after that initial call and the day had finally arrived. They were meeting their son. Suzie would finally meet her brother. They could hug him and see what he was like and hold him and make him feel loved. He was so little, just two years old. Suddenly Dan was less inclined to fall back asleep. He was too excited.

“Oh my god, Phil!” Dan propped himself up with his elbow. “We get to-”

Phil finished his sentence, “meet Dillon today. I know.”

Phil turned to face Dan and smiled. Dan lifted a hand to trace Phil's jaw.

“Oh my fucking god I'm so--I'm so excited.”

Phil leaned up and kissed Dan, morning breath and all.

“I'm excited, too.”

They laid there as long as they could, smiling like idiots and relishing in their joy and anticipation.

Dan's fingers found Phil's as they began walking toward the building. Behind those walls was their son. Suzie's brother. Another kid. Another adventure. He squeezed Phil's hand a little tighter as a sudden wave of anxiety hit him. Oh, God, would Dil get along with Suzie? Would he like them? Would he be comfortable? Would he adjust okay to his new home?

“Phil, what if Dillon doesn't like m--”

Phil squeezed his hand and stepped more into Dan's space.

“Dan, don't even finish that sentence. It'll be okay, okay?” And Phil ran his thumb along Dan's and leaned their shoulders together.

While they entered the building, waited for the social worker, walked down the hall, and entered the room, Dan's mind was fog. It was all a blur. He was exhilarated and nervous. He wanted this, he always wanted more kids. This was surreal.

The door clicked open and time froze. He felt Phil's gaze on him as his eyes were met with a pair of wide, grey ones. Trying to hide behind the social worker's legs, a pudgy two year old stared up at Dan and Phil, complexion flushed and light freckles dusting his nose and forehead. His dark waves were a mess atop his head and he peeked up through his long lashes. His delicate fingers gripped the pant leg of the social worker and she chuckled at his timid nature.

“He's usually pretty shy around new people,” she explained, “I promise it's not just you.”

Dan was sure he stopped breathing for a moment. Dillon was precious and all he wanted to do was sweep him up in his arms and tickle him and hear his giggle echo through the room.

Dan watched as Phil crouched down, maintaining some distance between him and Dillon and cooing softly,

“Hi, Dillon! We're your new dads. Promise we aren't as scary as we look,” and goddamn, Dan was in love. Phil reached a smooth hand out and Dillon decided to venture from his hiding place. Dil's socked feet toddled toward Phil curiously and he stopped in front of Phil. A squeaky, shy voice sounded from the toddler’s lips,

“Hi!”

Phil giggled in his baritone and Dan felt as if he would burst. He knew he would remember this moment for the rest of his life. As he crouched down next to Phil, he knew they had made the right decision. Dillon was a new adventure. An adventure he would never regret.

Phil sat in the back of the taxi and took in deep breaths. If he thought he was tired before, he was dead wrong. This was genuine exhaustion.

The taxi finally pulled to a stop and Phil did his best to gather all of his bags in a logical manner. Perhaps he bought too much, but he didn't want to be underprepared. He hoped Dan wouldn't notice. Dillon had just turned two and Dan and Phil were officially back to baby things. Back to diapers. Back to potty training. Back to teaching them how to say certain words. Suzie started to say “litrally” when she was two. Maybe Dillon would do the same. Phil chuckled at the thought. It was equally incredible, thrilling, and terrifying.

Phil shuffled out of the back seat and handed cash to the driver. He nodded a smile and muttered a “thank you” before stepping out of the car.

The more he considered life with a baby, the more sentimental he felt. As he walked toward the house, a warmth expanded from his stomach to his chest. It would be amazing. Watching Dil grow. Hearing him babble away. Teaching him new words. Reading to him. Watching him nap in the crib. Letting him wrap his little fingers around his. Yeah. This was good. It was going to be good.

Phil pat his coat pocket for his keys and dug a hand in to grab them. The sky had gone dark already, clouds drifting above him while the crisp evening air bit at his nose and fingers. His cheeks pinked from the cold as he creaked up the porch steps to the front door.

Phil wondered what sort of scene he was going to walk in on. For Dil’s first night with them, Dan and Phil wanted to make him as comfortable as possible. He had been so timid when they first met and they wanted him to know just how loving and open their family was. He was family now.

Once Dillon had become more comfortable around them during visits, they discovered for a second time just how much energy a two year old had. He ran around and interacted with anything and everything. Phil had realized just how non-toddler proof their house had become since Suzie got older. Would Phil walk in to see Dil running around and playing like a madman like he had this afternoon?

Phil listened as he put the key in the lock and turned the handle. There was complete silence. He pushed the quaint blue door open and soon discovered why. The scene Phil came home to instantly melted his heart into a warm puddle on the floor.

Phil's eyes drifted to the grey sofa. Dan laid across it, head resting on a throw pillow propped up behind him. His mouth hung slightly open, deep, lofty sighs slipping from his lush lips. The rosy patch on his cheek grew to a deep blush, dark tousled curls a mess atop his head, a few strays brushing his forehead. As his chest rose and fell, a snoozing Dillon rose and fell with it, head nestled on Dan's chest, hand clasping his black t-shirt, wearing only a red shirt with his diaper. His waves fell onto his freckled face, long lashes dusting his round, flushed cheeks. Suzie was sprawled across Dan's legs, arm supporting her head and pink pajama shirt bunched around her waist. Her ringlets were wild, sticking out every which way and miniature snores sounded from her agape mouth.

Phil's lips easily slipped into an adoring smile as he took in this moment. He loved that this was what life could be like from now on. Dan looked so cute and so much like a typical dad, baby asleep on his chest on the couch that Phil's heart swelled. When he and Dan first married, Phil didn't think he could be any more in love. But watching his husband asleep on their couch, in their home, their two kids curled up with him, he was immediately proven wrong.

Phil continued to observe Dan in his peaceful slumber as he crept further into the lounge. He set the bags on the coffee table, being careful to not let them crinkle too much. He shrugged his coat off, setting it on the opposite side of the couch before crouching down next to Dan's face. He reached a careful hand to wisp a stray curl from Dan's brow and leaned in to brush his lips against his forehead. Dan didn't even stir. Phil stretched his arms out to gently lift Dillon from Dan's chest. He stood and hugged Dil to him as Dil's arms instinctively wrapped around him. Dil's hot cheek squished against Phil's neck and Phil bent down slightly to get Suzie up. He nudged her arm and whispered,

“Hey, sweetheart. Time for bed.”

Suzie raised her head and blinked sleepily.

“Okay Papa” she mumbled, yawn escaping her lips.

Phil pressed his index finger to his lips,

“Shh, don't wake Daddy.”

She nodded in silent understanding and slowly pulled herself up from the couch, rubbing her eyes with a balled fist. She stretched her arms up to Phil to be carried and he sighed as he gathered her up into his already half-full arms. Suzie nuzzled her nose into Phil's shoulder and with both kids settled into his hold he began the trek to their bedroom.

Phil continued to cradle Dillon as he let Suzie down onto her bed, pulling blankets up around her and kissing her temple.

“Goodnight, my Suzie Q.”

“Goodnight, Papa,” she yawned.

Then Phil turned to the crib in the corner and lowered Dil into it, draping the blanket over his tiny body and reaching a hand down to brush brunet waves out of Dil's eyes.

“Goodnight, Dillon,” Phil muttered, hardly a whisper. He paused before adding, “welcome to our family.”

Phil stepped back into the lounge where Dan was curled up, still fast asleep. Phil chuckled airily at his basically “dead-to-the-world” husband. He kneeled next to Dan's relaxed face and leaned in, using his long fingers to card through the fluffy curls.

Dan awoke to the sensation of Phil pressing his supple lips to Dan's warmed cheek. His eyes cracked open and met Phil's kaleidoscopic irises. He was gazing down at Dan fondly and slung an arm around Dan's waist.

“Hi, sleepyhead,” Phil whispered, “Let's go to bed.”

Dan blinked to will some of the sleepiness away.

“Mmm…” he hummed, melting into Phil's touch.

“Can't I just stay here? Don't wanna get up,” he whined in a barely articulated voice.

Phil shook his head.

“C'mon, Dan. You'll regret it if you sleep here.”

Dan rolled over.

“Mmmno I won't, I'm not old like you. I don't get backaches.”

“Hey!” Phil poked Dan's side, “I'm not that old!”

Dan smirked, “Whatever you say, gran-” but before Dan could finish, Phil had slipped his arms underneath Dan and hoisted him up.

Dan's lengthy body was now draped across Phil's pale, toned arms bridal style, blush darkening his complexion.

“Phiiiiiiil!” Dan whined shrilly as Phil began carrying him that way to the bedroom. “You're gonna drop me!”

Phil grinned and a deep giggle bubbled from his throat.

“Shh! Dan! You'll wake the kids!”

Dan rolled his eyes but was quickly startled by the wall nearly coming in contact with the back of his head. He gripped onto Phil for dear life, broad hands attached to the back of Phil's neck, fingers tickling the short black hairs there. Once again, Dan nearly smacked his head, this time on the door frame.

“Phil!” he whispered harshly, “careful! You're gonna bang me against something!”

Phil finally set Dan down in the bedroom, but did not release him from his grip. He enveloped Dan with his arms and pulled him as close as physically possible.

“Mmmm,” Phil rumbled darkly, “that sounds nice, actually, but I think we're too tired for that tonight.”

Dan's eyes widened in realization. Phil winked,

“Raincheck?” His bass voice echoed through the mere centimeters between them.

“You little shit,” Dan muttered, amused. He closed the distance, tenderly kissing Phil.

Phil finally released Dan and began to get undressed, unbuttoning his jeans to shuffle them down and off. When he turned around, Dan was practically falling asleep standing. Phil grinned and sauntered over to him.

“Okay. Let me help you. Sit.”

Dan mindlessly followed Phil's command and landed on the bed. Phil kneeled in front of him to pull Dan's shoes off. Like a toddler, Dan lifted one leg, then the other as Phil tugged the shoes and socks off and tossed them aside. Dan clumsily played with the hem of his shirt, eyelids half shut and Phil reached to stop his hands.

“Here, let me.”

Dan might as well have been snoring already. Phil wrapped his arms behind Dan, grasping the soft hem of the t-shirt and peeling it up, shrugging it off of Dan's broad shoulders.

Dan began leaning back to lie down but Phil acted quickly, catching him just before he hit the mattress.

“Almost, babe. Let's get your jeans off, then we can go to bed.”

Phil reached down and carefully undid the button, fingers grazing Dan's torso in the process. Phil's nimble fingers then gripped the zipper and nonchalantly pulled down, slipping his chilled hands beneath the black denim waistband and gradually shuffling the pants down Dan's tall legs. As soon as Dan had kicked them off his ankles, he flopped back onto the mattress with a drained sigh. He laid on Phil's side of the bed and Phil smiled, admiring his sleepy spouse.

“Scoot over to your side, babe!”

Dan rolled over reluctantly and curled up, facing away from Phil. Phil settled into his side and sidled next to Dan, wrapping him up and taking in his scent. Their legs were entangled and Phil brushed his lips against the nape of Dan's neck. Dan's breathing had already slowed considerably and his chest rose and fell steadily. Phil held him securely, pondering how his life had become this wonderful.

A much younger Phil would have never believed that one day he'd be cuddling his husband in bed, warm and comfortable, while their two children slumbered in the next room, in their home, safe and content. They weren't perfect. But this, this is what life was about. Everything else about the world melted away. Nothing else mattered.

As Phil nuzzled his nose into the back of Dan's neck and drifted off, one last thought passed through his mind. If home is where the heart is, Phil was home. His heart was here. Family was home. But family was even more: a warmth, a belonging, an embrace, a masterpiece.

#laurenwrites #writing #parent!phan #one of nature's masterpieces #phanfic #dan howell #phil lester #i´m so excited #hope you enjoy!

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thevaudevillescene · 7 years ago

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Jason: I think this is the right password. We're about to find out. Everybody cross your fingers and let's hope I don't get locked out. Oh!

Liz: It worked?!

Jason: No, it popped up with a little message that says, "Fuck you." Yes, it worked.

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[I hug Tyler when he comes in and he puts his hand on the back of my neck]

Tyler: Are my hands cold?

Me: No, they're actually warmer than my skin, somehow? I definitely thought you were about to strangle me, though! It would've been awkward because I was just thinking about memes. My last thought was gonna be, "This bitch empty. YEET!"

Tyler: A classic final thought before being murdered.

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Robert: You didn't wanna get on Lori's bad side. She's like...who's that singer? The blonde one? She writes those songs about people who piss her off, y'know?

Me: ???

Robert: Oh right, Taylor Swift. That's like Lori, except instead of writing a song, she'd fire you.

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Me: [Rambling about something]

Jason: Shh.

Me: Did you just tell me to shut up?

Jason: No, I said shh. You were starting to overthink things and you were making yourself anxious. Everything'll be fine, just relax.

Me: Aw, now I feel bad. I'm so used to us telling each other to shut up that I heard the "sh" and my brain automatically filled in the blank.

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Me: I fucked up my shoulder moving those chairs and now I can't lift my arm past here.

Tyler: That's not good. Workers' comp!

Me: If I went to Jason and told him to give me workers' comp, he'd tell me to shut up.

Tyler: I feel like that's the biggest difference between him and Lori. Lori would've given it to you before you even asked for it.

Me: Lori was always trying to give me workers' comp for everything because she knew I don't have insurance. Even if I stubbed my toe she'd be like, "Do you want to get that looked at?! We'll pay for it!"

[Later]

Me: Jason, I hurt my shoulder moving chairs. I need workers' comp.

Jason: Shut up.

Me: TYLER! I called it!

Tyler: YEET!

Jason: ???

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Jason: [Talking about a laptop he wants] My daughter has a Best Buy credit card. Maybe I can ask her to get it with that and I'll pay her back in three easy installments of only $19.95, or whatever those commercials used to say. Remember those?

Me: Shut up. Why don't you just ask Tina and your daughters for it for Christmas? I'm sure they'd get it for you.

Jason: I can't ask for something like that. I'd feel bad.

Me: Tell them it can be a combination Christmas and birthday present since your birthday's soon, too. Jason, if I'm willing to spend $500 on a fish tank for my dad, who I don't even like most days, then I'm sure your family, who loves you and cares about your happiness, would be willing to get you a computer.

Jason: I don't know...I'll have to think about it.

Me: Oh, speaking of that fish tank, PetSmart won't deliver it and it might be too big to fit in my car, so I may have to ask if I can borrow your truck.

Jason: That's fine, just let me know when.

Me: See, you're so nice, and you do a lot for other people. You deserve to be able to ask for things you need or want without feeling bad.

#kelly's husband passed away unexpectedly today so the later part of the day was awful and full of people crying #it helps to remember that we're all able to laugh too #even when we're hurting for the people we love #i get paid for this

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aliresix · 3 years ago

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More than halfway through

Episodes 401-450

This is so painful why did you have to send everyone away

Oh yeah I forgot Franky first got introduced as a "villain"

I'd straight up die if I had to watch all of this with one week of time in between I mean, everyone got yeeted away and the next 2 episodes are in an alternative universe

Why do you need romance for Luffy why giving him someone who has a crush on him when he obviously couldn't care less

Lesbians. This whole island is full of lesbians.

Hate the islad where Sanji landed. Just, I want to go hit my head with a rock so I can forget it (makes fun of the alphabet mafia but it's not funny at all)

They always make Robin interact with children. Are they trying to tell us something or what

Pfft Brook ended up with the satanists. Perfect.

Buggy with long hair and a pontail hits different. Not better or worse, just different.

Something: tries to kill Luffy but in a cool way. Luffy: be my crewmate.

Luffy spinning on a windmill is something I never thought I'd need yet here I am

Sometimes this anime is pain and suffering and death and other times a marine steals an old man's snack.

Ok but there are two girls in the level 5.5 of Impel down who look just like Nami and Robin soooo

I know the people down here are probably for comic relief but "Gender doesn't matter" and "Isn't it good to be what you want" are really good.

But really I watch episodes and see people and it's like "you'll become a strawhat someday I know I've seen you"

There's some guy who kinda looks like Willy Wonka

SEE THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT the sky island arc was 300 eps ago and there was Blackbeard

Episodes 451-500

I wnat to see what could happen if Franky drank coffee or apple juice or other stuff too

Brook is still being worshipped as Satan, I see.

Ace is whose son????

LUFFY KNEW????????????

Love how Ace and Shanks bond over Luffy

Well Luffy sure knows how to make a dramatic entrance

Cool now I want to get adopted by an old pirate called "Whitebeard" who doesn't even have a beard

Seriously he's the best father anyone could ask for

Ok but ep 480 gave me permisison to ship Coby and Helmeppo

THIS WAS SO PAINFUL lucky there was no one else around to see me mourn the death of yet another fictional character

I got scared for a second and thought I was wathing the wrong anime but no they just made a collab

Aww these episodes where they're children are so sweet

Episodes 501-550

I TAKE THAT BACK I FUCKING TAKE THAT BACK

It hurts

2 YEARS???????? You want to meet them after 2 years????? Dunno man it seems a little too much

Don't be so surprised by the Haki Luffy, you've used it when you were 7

Oh here's the timeskip I've been waiting for

I'm sorry Franky but without hair you're ridicolous

Brook became a rock star in the meanwhile. Not surprised.

YES GET THOSE SIGNATURES QUEEN

I will slaughter those who hurt her right now

Are we gonna ignore how Nami is out there getting all the girls or

Almost unrelated but I watched Castle in the sky sub and there's Luffy's va

I am so mad and pround for them for putting "ichi ni sunshine yon we go" in the lyrics

Episodes 551-600

Law what the fuck are you doing on this island

You joined the warlords of the sea????

Nami to Chopper: "Hey I'm cold, give me your fur" Chopper: "Yeah got it" *proceeds to try before realizing the actual question*

Orochimaru from Naruto and this crazy Master are the same person, right?

Oh no there was a whole minute of Law facing the camera and staring into my soul while Usopp scolded Luffy

Law is already regretting his life choices and it’s been like 5 minutes at most since the’ve formed an alliance

I’m watching One Piece

Continua a leggere

#my posts

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mcrmadness · 4 years ago

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I still haven’t gone to sleep and it’s already 9am. But I went to sleep at 9am yesterday too so what is new anyway... I also still smell the smell of smoke in my nose and I’m slowly getting used to it even tho I feel like I’m standing in a cloud of smoke and need to get away, but I can’t because there’s actually nothing smelling like that. I googled things and I’m slightly afraid of going to sleep because of the things I can find with google and I have health anxiety. I was already hopeful that it’d be migraine because I read that some people have “phantom smells” as the aura symptom for migraine and I’ve never had that but this odor of smoke is just so strong. I’m also having PMS which makes my nose work differently anyway, cats’ treats smelled like strawberries today. So I was almost cheering up today when I thought I was going to have migraine attack but didn’t have it after all. And this is the first time I actually wish for migraine because I want this phantom smell to be migraine and nothing serious, and I want it gone, and migraine might make it disappear. But this is really making me so exhausted and to have mild sensory overload and sometimes I find it even hard to breathe because my brains think I’m breathing in smoke. (At my parents’ house it smelled like cigarette smoke again, at my home just like burn trash smoke.) But yeah, whenever my health anxiety strikes, I often can’t go to sleep and I try to do something that I could fall asleep meanwhile doing because the moment of falling asleep in darkness and silence feels really distressing and horrible.

Anyway, I was left with very mixed feelings from my today’s dive into my old Tumblr messages (but got maybe like 10 to show up and now it doesn’t show any of them anymore but I also don’t want to use the ‘delete all messages’ because there’s 500 messages, or so it says, I sometimes can be bit of a hoarder). I don’t necessarily like it because, idk, I feel like getting so focused on old messages, posts, blog posts and diary pages yeets me straight into those years and it can be bit difficult for me to again get the hold of the year I’m living right now. At the same time I love the feeling of diving into those memories but at the same time I hate it because they make me sad and feel as if someone died just because those are MEMORIES that are already quite old, and I can’t feel the time, and I dissociate (derealization/depersonalization) a lot on almost a daily basis.

But I’m also feeling like I’ve been with my own thoughts for too long now. Really feeling like I need to talk with _someone. And not just talk TO someone but with, since I already keep writing on Tumblr and whatnot but when I get no responces, no notes, nothing, I just feel so invisible and it feels like being to a therapy without a therapist. Okay I’m sorry, didn’t mean to call my followers/mutuals as therapists, I know it’s wrong and I’ve been told often about how it makes people feel uncomfortable. It’s just so normal to me, I talk about mental health just like people talk about weather. It’s just a topic along with all the others. Anyway, usually I’m my own therapist tho. I haven’t even been to an actual therapy in months because the corona fucked up everything and neurpsychiatric training meeting was canceled which made me to totally forget about the therapy meeting, and my therapist didn’t even call me that day which was why I was starting to have anxiety because I was no longer sure of anything at all. And since then she has tried to call me a few times but I’m always sleeping* when she calls me and my phone is on mute, and I tried to call her back once but she did not answer nor call back in weeks, and on all of the other days I’m just procrastinating and deciding to try calling her back tomorrow or next week. I also often forget that I should all her and when I finally remember that, it’s already so late because I get up super later too. Or I remember it but want to eat and drink my tea first and then I forget about it again.

*I don’t want to answer to phone from sleep because I hate it when people hear from my voice that I was sleeping because I just feel like people are going to judge me and my life choices. Talking of that, I really, really hate meeting my neighbours at any times. And my neighbour was trying to be friendly to me the other day, talking and asking things, I talked normally but I was so happy of the fact I was wearing sunglasses because it’s so easy to escape behind them. Anyway, she asked if I am coming home at nights because I often move around that time and she found it hilarious thought that I get back home an hour before they have to get up. Like, okay, whatever. But seriously. I’ve so often heard about how my sleeping schedule is stupid, how I should “try to sleep at ‘people’s time’“, how I answer the phone and I can hear from the negative tone when they say “so you’re still sleeping...”, well this is mainly how my dad speaks to me about my sleeping habits, that I’ve got this stuck to my mind and whenever I do something “weird”, I’m constantly trying to come up with excuses for why I’m possibly doing that, other than just because I can. I mean, coming at home at night? Like, that is no one’s fucking business but still the fact someone has noticed me doing so makes me feel so bad. I feel like a failure and I feel like I have no proper answer, I told my neighbour that I’m not working but I do sometimes come home very late and I keep moving around in my flat at night too. But I hate that kind of conversation because I feel like if I say that I’m just at home 24/7 and that just is my sleeping schedule, people would judge me.

And I actually don’t hate anything more than when people do not say aloud what they think but when you can read from their face their true opinion. I hate seeing it because it’s just 10 out of 10 cases when I talk with “adults” or the older generation, they will look disappointed when you say you don’t have the regular sleeping schedule (which is something society has decided being the only good one). I just feel so ashamed of it. And I’ve been doing this since I was 15, always at home trying to walk as quietly as possibly so that my parents would not wake up to ask me “are you STILL up???” and I often went to bed right before my dad woke up and I was doing things, reading or writing, and whenever he would move in the living room, I turned off my lights and tried not to make any sounds and pretend sleeping in case he’d notice. He has never been mean, but just the sound of his voice when he so often asked me why aren’t I sleeping yet or have I yet again stayed up the whole night just... I hate that tone in people’s voices. And I’ve been living alone for 5 years and still every time I move here or do something, I imagine my neighbours hearing that and wondering to themselves why is that person still up. And I try to come up with “excuses” that could be true, maybe I was to somewhere, maybe I had long day at work (I don’t work atm), like, who the fuck cares, but still I try to come up with something because I feel like “just for fun” is an answer people will always judge me for. There’s always something wrong with me for wanting to stay up the whole night. Therapists, doctors, everyone always trying to tell how I should fix the sleeping schedule, how 11am is maybe still a liiiiiitle bit too late for getting up, why not e.g. 9am instead? And I’ve so often tried to explain to people what my natural circadian rhythm is and how it keeps moving all the time etc. but people always keep telling me that it’s something we can train our brains to change. But I fucking can’t. I was working for almost 5 years straight and I had to do 7:30 mornings every day (and occassionally 6am mornings) and let me tell you, I never ever felt awake until the clock hit the noon. I was always nearly falling asleep on that chair if I sat there for longer than 15 minutes but when noon happened, I was no longer feeling tired. And I could not go to sleep before midnight or 1am because there just wasn’t enough hours in one day for me to recover from work which is why I used my potential sleeping hours for that.

And the biggest reason for this annoying me so much is not that I’d hate my own sleeping schedule, I think it’s perfectly fine for me, but the fact that I constantly feel bad for it because if people know, they will judge me and almost always tell me their opinion about it too. And their opinion is often about how I’m faulty and should fix it asap.

#mcrmadness' random stuff #personal #long post #loneliness #rsd?

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sanctimoniousscrawlings · 6 years ago

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Journal Entry #2

Or Cognitive Dissonance in Perception of Personality: An essay of negativity

I see myself in an extremely negative light. I know it’s unfair to myself but I can’t seem to shake the feeling that I’m basically scum. I see myself as a selfish failure of a manchild with extreme anger issues and a severe lack of motivation. The thing is, all of those things are correct, but so is the opposite viewpoint. I went to (one of) my best friend’s (we’ll call her S) birthday party about a month ago and there were nine of us. After a while of sitting in a circle and playing some tabletop games, my friend’s boyfriend (A) made the observation that we were sitting in a pattern where the most similar personalities were sitting in triangular formations. My triangle was my friend, another girl (R), and myself- which according to A was the triangle of kindness. I, being entirely too self-absorbed and fairly high on the spectrum, responded with, “Me, kind? Where?” because I genuinely don’t perceive myself as being very kind (and definitely not nice like S and R are). He was quick to remind me that they’d been borrowing my car for a month-and-a-half and that when I found out they had no vehicles (one was stolen, the other completely broke down and was basically totaled) I immediately offered to lend them mine. (Ironically this screwed me and my grandparents over because it was our only vehicle with four-wheel drive and we ended up snowed in for a week.) So maybe I’m not always selfish- but I do selfish things so often that I feel it’s a core trait of mine. I’m constantly “borrowing” money from my grandparents- that I still live with at nearly 27 years old. Borrowing is in quotes because it’s always with the pretense that I’ll pay them back when I can (and sometimes I do) but also with the shared knowledge that I probably won’t be able to any time soon. My grandmother waves me off when I’m upset that she offers to take care of something for me because she “knows I’m good for it/knows where I live” and because I help her do things she wouldn’t be able to handle on her own like taking care of my grandfather who has been acting like he’s completely incapable of doing anything (ex: we have to serve him everything he eats if we’re home bc he’s ‘too weak’ to get up and do it himself, but if we leave him alone or turn our backs for a second his diabetic ass will race to the kitchen and eat stuff he’s not supposed to have. This man makes and scarfs down triple decker sandwiches faster than 625/Reuben.) which he is not, for the most part. He’s disabled, but he isn’t anywhere near as disabled as he acts. I see myself as a failure for the same reason I see myself as selfish. On top of that, I have little to no impulse control. If something I should be doing is in the way of something I want to be doing I will 9/10 times completely pass what I should be doing over. I don’t have a strong will when it comes to taking care of myself/my life/etc., but I’m extremely willful when I see something I want. I will do the impossible to make it happen especially if someone tells me not to or that I can’t. For fuck’s sake, My grandmother’s suv got stuck in the snow when she was trying to back into place and I got out and lifted the front end/pushed the car back so it wasn’t stuck- which brings me to my next point: anger. I am fueled by an immense rage at all times. I jokingly say that everything I do, I do out of spite but it’s not exactly distant from the truth. The angrier I am, the more driven I become and I get mad easily. My grandmother worries for me because I am extremely similar in personality to her- the second someone tells her she can’t do something she goes out and does it because fuck you, that’s why. I told her she shouldn’t go outside with all this snow because she’d likely get very sick and might get pneumonia. Unbeknownst to me, she immediately walks the trash down to the bins at the end of the driveway- at the other end of our 5-acre property- because she thought I was saying that as a joke at her expense. The next day she’s coughing and sneezing and miserable and admits she went out. I had to explain that not only is she too elderly to be doing things like that (the phrase she originally found offensive when I warned her the first time) but she’s grieving and depressed because her sister had literally just died a couple days before and that grief/depression weakens your immune system. Like, no, lady. You’re seventy and dealing with not only the death of your sister but the fairly recent death of your aunt. Your immune system isn’t gonna exist for a minute and you will die if you go within 500 feet of a preschool, let alone trudge through a quarter mile of snow. You don’t even own snow boots or a heavy jacket. I’m getting way off topic there. Anyways. I got pissed because I signaled my grandmother that I was ready to start pushing her SUV, which was stuck in the snow and she a) spent a minute adjusting stuff while I was pushing after giving the signal instead of immediately hitting the gas and b)let off the gas when she saw how red I was turning because she thought it was from the strain (the only strain was on patience). I got madder when I started putting groceries away because there is ALWAYS shit (by which I mean the laundry basket) blocking the freezer door from opening all the way and stuff also fell out of the freezer when I opened it, and the door to the laundry room had stuff blocking it from opening all the way and I started throwing stuff because WHY DOES NOTHING EVER COOPERATE? Honestly, I’m still salty about it but more of a vaguely jaded salty than an “I need to break stuff because I’m irate and all cognitive function flies out the window when I’m this mad” kind of salty. I’m basically the hulk but I turn red and stay the same size. I ended up guilting myself for hours after mistreating my cat because I was in a particularly venomous mood from being in so much pain. Her only crime was being in my way and almost tripping me several times when I was trying to feed her so I started flicking water at her whenever she would come near me. It was cruel and I still feel really bad about it- especially since it’s basically how my mother treated me when I was a child (ironically when she was going through the same tooth pain I am now) and it was one of my mother’s traits that made me always say I’d never be like her. It’s also only little things that ever do that to me, though. When something happens that should by all logic tip me over the edge, I become cold and calculating. This is with all forms of stress, too. Grandfather fell on a vase because he didn’t drink his juice before getting out of bed and his blood sugar was low? There’s blood everywhere and my grandmother is running around like a chicken with its head lopped off? I got this. Abusive and controlling (to my little primo) aunt calls to tell my grandparents they aren’t allowed to see my cousin anymore? I was so irritatingly calm and matter-of-fact about telling her exactly what I thought of her my grandmother could hear her shrieking through the phone on the other side of the house and had to stop herself from cracking up when she saw how pleased with myself for making a grown woman (I was 15) throw such a tantrum. Girl my boyfriend cheated on me with tells me so- and that they’re dating now? She was more frightened at how quickly the rage visible in my face evaporated than anything, which was a mistake on her part. But why can’t I do that with the little things? Why can’t I reason with myself? Is it because I can’t plot any more satisfying revenge for the inanimate objects that get in my way than to yeet them into another dimension? Because there’s no vengeance to be had on something that should prove to only be a minor irritation? It’s the same with pain. If someone purposely causes me pain, I’ll crush them without emotion, but something like a toothache I can’t do anything about (because I was snowed in) turns me into a monster (in fairness I wanted to take a sledgehammer to my face the entire time). Is it because I’ve trained myself not to be helpless- but when things are too minor for me to go into eye-of-the-storm mode (for lack of better description) I panic and feel helpless and lash out? I hear jokes like “hell hath no fury like a minorly inconvenienced gay man” and I also hear that people with severe trauma/mental illnesses/etc handle huge problems immensely well compared to others, but can’t deal with the little things- but like, why? I get that I’m a manic depressive gay guy and had an exceptionally shitty childhood but why can’t I handle the little things. I know, logically, that they don’t matter, but what do I do when that logic goes out the window? How do I drag myself back to reality when I’m throwing a block of frozen shredded cheese at the ground because it won’t. Stay. Put. And how do I motivate myself to actively make the changes to make myself better? Because right now I am a lazy fuck slumming it in a pile of dirty clothing and half-empty water bottles, between mountains of books and other unknown items like a hoarder because I still haven’t fucking cleaned my room. At all. To my credit, I have done some cleaning in my grandmother’s office. Not much, but some.

A different best friend of mine has always liked to joke that I am a creature of contradictions because I have always had opposing personality traits- always shifting from one extreme to another and never in the middle. Is it normal to have such divergent personality traits? Is it because I am bipolar?

#journal #mine #tw: a bunch of awful stuff #personal

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survivorelara · 6 years ago

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Episode #1: “So thank you Gods and Goddesses.” -Ci’ere

three people on this tribe are 100% pros they have mangastars as their pfp im scared

Okay, this is my second time typing this because I accidentally deleted the first attempt ASDF. Hello every1 out there 👽 I'm so thrilled to be playing Elara because I know that the hosts are going to make this an awesome experience! We began our journey about an hour & a half ago, but something tremendous has already occured... I happened to snatch the Zosma idol on my first guess! Something about the placement of the 39th star spoke to me & luck was definitely on my side, so thank you celestial gods and goddesses! I’m kind of wondering if the idol locations & the iconic phrase “18 people, 39 days, 1 Survivor” have any correlation. Hmm. :O Even though I have some power to fall back on now, I don’t wanna have to rely on the idol to save myself so I’m stepping up to the plate socially to hopefully solidify myself in this group. I was hyped before, but this hype train has went through the ceiling!

Not only am I in this game with like many other Facebook ORGers.... I'm the least popular of them all. Like I see Emma, Ci'ere, Andrea and Toby... like they have a good friend group and people generally like them. Me on the other hand, I get easily annoyed with certain people and groups within this community and I have been told that I am a rainy and dark cloud. I mean, LOVE the comparison... but when you're in a "scavenger hunt" and one of the things is to get 50 reactions on a post and I average about 5-6... it ain't looking good for this bitch. And ITS ONLY DAY 1.

Great question. I am trying to figure that out. I realize not knowing discord puts me at s disadvantage. Let’s hope we win till I can figure it out.

Well I like this tribe, I'm feeling good about things at the moment, I've talked to loris, Andreaa, and John who I had a prior relationship with. They all seem nice enough. I'm hoping to make more connections with people in the near future, because with only 6 people on the tribe I need to make ABSOLUTE sure I'm in the numbers.

I'm such a flop, I did almost all my voice recordings on my phone while I accidentally left voice chat on. My Computer Mic isn't great and it was only for a little while, nobody said anything, so I don't know if anybody caught anything I might have said for the challenge, but the worst thing that might have been caught was my statement about Dani

We're approaching the end of Day 1 and I don't think I've made much progress with anyone other than John... this tribe is very quiet, and I don't know if that's due to many different timezones, or inactivity, or what have you. Regardless I'm a little worried about this challenge, but hopefully a win can be pulled out.

Its so quiet dawg

ok i love selfie scavenger hunts so this challenge is great. as for my tribe mates, roxy and i are in F6 in atomic together, so thats a interesting. Drew H was in that season and like. i have no idea what our relationship is going to be like ydgfs. the only person who I haven't talked to at all is Odd. i should get on that

Oh these motherfuckers think they got me found. They think they know me. Expect drama.

My tribe is ducking stacked with people I like so this is hot hopefully we can get this scav hunt done and get max point WEW

Well. I’m doing another one. Do I have the time? Nope! Is this a good idea? No ma’am/sir. But I’m doing it anyway. This is an...interesting tribe for me to be on. I have my one true love, Sam Drachus, and a tribe of people that probably don’t know he’s my husband. Of course, a pregame relationship never equates to an ingame relationship necessarily, so I will not rest in my socialisation (especially given I will have ass for physical game for a while). Louise I’ve hosted twice, Ci’ere I’ve hosted and played with. Dani and Brian I don’t really know properly but they seem very inactive. I am quite sure we will lose this challenge, but hopefully I can be active and bond-build enough to be Victorious!!

i hate this challenge because im so lazy

hi!! so my social game is going pretty good so far, i'm v tight with andrea, emma and i said we don't want each other to go, john's an icon and i like talking to zach. kori doesn't talk a lot so he'll probably be an ez boot. also i think im gonna end up with the most points for our immunity so that'll probably let me be spared if we do end up losing :)))). ALSO,,,,,,,,, i found the legacy advantage bc i clicked on seamus' manga on the tumblr?? of course they hid it behind the ugly one... no one looks there.

So our first challenge is a cute scavenger hunt & one of the 10 point items is getting 50 likes on a FB post. When I initially made the post, only a few people reacted to it so I knew I was going to have to do something drastic in order to get more people’s attention. I stole Nicki Minaj’s brand & started running KWEENT (6 letters Jack :p) Radio! I put in a lot of work to get people to help me out, but I also wanted to have fun with it & in the end it paid off. I’mma bit worried however since only Louise, Sam & I have made contributions to the challenge thus far. We don’t have that much time left & there’s still three empty columns... I’ve been talking a lot to Dani who I find I probably relate to the most. They made it pretty far in the actual Survivor casting process & they have also been talking to Sam. Sam is so nice & has that straight male humor, YEET. Louise is obviously a kween & we’ve played together before so I think I could work something out with her? Toby’s timezone & schedule is tough to work through, but I think I might be able to charm him up hehe. Brian is the only person that hasn’t shown any sign of life so I’ve been pushing for him, but of course he shows up now ASDFG.

Did so many challenges but have trouble uploading to gdoc

Anxiety is a bitch. Like I already have alot of it due to work and school, but for us to be submitting things for the scavenger hunt last minute... that made my heart quicken a bit more than needed. ESPECIALLY if your video links for the video portion of the hunt DON'T WORK. Like wth ODD? Like if you're gonna submit late.. like at least check the damn links so you can actually win the points for the videos that you are submitting. OH AND IN OTHER WORDS. I didn't think Jack was gonna view my poem to him. And he watched it. I have no words. Like let me die of embarrassment because I am flummoxed with a straight man once again in my life. ALL FOR 6 MEASLY POINTS IN A GAME! LIKE WHAT THE FUCK!?

That's so FETCH! Even with Odd's bumbling incapabilities, he can make us get a narrow win for reward! Maybe my frustrations were misplaced with him! But I am glad that I will not be the first boot and get to stay here for another 3 days or so! Pumped!

well just as i thought,,, TRASH this tribe has good people that i like but apart from ci'ere CHILEEEEEEE we sucked so bad we didn't deserve to win. I think it's brian that's going tbh he wasn't active till the last 4? hours of the comp and people have already said if we lose it's him so yikes guess that's what is happening.

we won the challenge which is actually surprising. Odd's links didn't work but if they did I would've had the lowest score. I was gonna do so much more but my phone won't charge !! and i went to a college fair ok. I love how i said i was good at comps during my live interview. i swear im not a liar hosts

Woo we won, I put a fair amount of work in, so I'm glad we got results... unfortunately it didn't REALLY matter because of how badly the losing tribe did.

I think I have a decent shot of making a 4-person alliance with John, Andrea, and Loris. Hopefully I can get that going through. Emma is LIKELY the weak link on the tribe, which is fine by me she has yet to talk to me really, so I'd have no qualms voting her out.

I have a funny story. I spent a half hour walking and looking for a license plate with ce on it. I had to use scooter plates. Half the cars only have one letter. When I finally found the plate parked in front of a restaurant . I got on one knee to take the pic. It was night so flash went out. A guy came out and demanded I delete the photo. Not kidding. He was not happy. I couldn’t explain what I was doing. I deleted it. He drove away. I was really bummed. So I got on my motorcycle and drove to the university where I knew there were hundreds of scooters. I slowly drove while looking on both sides of the parking lot. I must of looked at more than 500 plates. Finally I found one. Guess what? It was the same scooter from earlier. This time the guy not around. I was still really nervous like I was breaking the law. When the flash went off I was waiting for the guy to start running at me. He didn’t. Success.

Well, I'm a bit scared. Apparently, Sam has already found something? Or someone has... Item 39 purportedly received the "There was something there, but isn't anymore" treatment, which is Scary AF! Like, if someone has an idol THIS early in the game...if I got idol'd out THIS early in the game!!

But, I suspect that whatever was hidden in Position 39 was not, in fact, an idol, but was rather some clue or aspect to the idol system. 50 possibilities isn't enough of a competition space for an idol search, right? I mean, I bloody hope so because the alternative is that a Zosma idol is already flying around at the literal first tribal council and, man, I don't need that paranoia right now.

Winning this challenge was way easier than I expected, I figure some inactive is about to die on the other tribe so no worries there. I had a blast this thing is gonna be a fun time if the challenges continue to be similar to this.

Well it's day 2, John and Andreaa seem on board for an alliance, now all I need is to hear what Loris thinks and if he seems on board, I've got my 4-some right there. Which'll leave Emma and Big Z on the outs. Which is fine, we could even split the votes in case of an idol if we felt like it.

But I can't afford to get too comfortable, players can be real snakes and I can't let myself be too trusting. I just have to work on being super relateable and someone people feel comfortable talking to.

I just hope I didn't start "talking game" too early…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Onr3BoPGJzA

I guess I cast assess now! Loris: he is a mood and playing hard but he likes me so for now we r gucci. He is super fun to talk to and we share idol guesses so hes aight! I dont want to work long term with him. Kori: Yikes. He's super inactive but he was like i like u lets form an alliance so ofc I'm like ok. He left me on read on the first day and randomly offered and im like k wyd i wasnt born yesterday Emma: Queen? I knew her before this we used to be married until she deactivated and I divorced her but like that literally not even the point. Shes kinda inactive and very on the bottom besides Kori so I'm hoping I can convince Loris to keep her if we go to tribal twice. Big Z: Ok I have never met him before now but OMG ive heard so much about him AND I LOVE HIM!!! I get the hype and then some. I wish we talked more. I 100% would not vote him or Emma out rn. John: he's cool! I havent talked to him too much but were in an alliance Basically im really happy we won LMAO. I am in an alliance I have no plans of following through with. life is interesting. I may just go off the rails. I am predicting Brian goes home because Zosma is a facebook clusterfuck right now.

I’m winning this org... I’m in a silly alliance with kori Andrea and John that I’m not gonna take seriously but kori probably will... me and Andrea are rlly good allies and I have the legacy??? give me my money

We lost the challenge by a landslide. https://tenor.com/view/davonne-rogers-pretends-to-be-gif-6175133

Zosma was 400+ points behind the other tribes so they really did snatch us huh. I’m happy to hear that they’re active though unlike some of my tribemates for the past two days l m a o. I scored more than half of our aggregate, so I think I should be set to survive this vote.

Toby wants to share idol info and I can’t decline that so I gave him fake receipts hehe. He also stated that I’m the person he’s connected to the most. Sam says that I’m easy to talk to as well, so I think my social game is going pretty well at the moment!

Sam wants to vote for anybody that isn’t him & he also said he loved me 😳 L i s t e n: love is a BIG word (to me at least) & you can’t just throw it out to anyone & their mother, Sam. Louise is in the same mindset as myself as she’s talked to Toby/Dani more than Brian so let’s just snipe Brian right? Well, Toby comes to me after scoring 0 & says he has a “gut feeling” that we should vote out Dani because Brian is preoccupied with Mount Olympus. Does that make any sense? We just lost the challenge by an extremely large margin & you want to keep the person that doesn’t prioritize this game? Go to sleep Toby, you’re drunk. I guess it’s hard to judge who will be more active since it’s only round uno. Dani was present, but only sent in one thing…& Brian had internet problems. I had a great conversation with Dani the first day, but it’s day three now. Should I stick my neck out for him? I told Toby what he wanted to hear because it was 3AM for him & he wanted to sleep, but there’s still a lot of time left & I want Brian dead.

I need to talk to people more often hn

I mean this vote is as simple as it gets, it's basically a battle of which inactive should we kick. Most votes seem to be going on brian, which I do feel bad about cuz I love him in mount Olympus and feel he could easily be a number to drag. but at the same time he's been so inactive to the point where he'll probs just die at a swap or something. I feel bad for toby since he already voted dani but im sure he'd understand with all the timezone differences, I would like dani to go but if brian stayed, we would probs lose again then he would just leave so rip

Hi!! It's me john coffey!!! So I love the theme of my tribe being like the emotional players and I love the vibe of all my tribemates. However I know that the emotional players are also sometimes the messiest players because I forsure fall into that category sometimes!! So far I have just been trying to chill tf out and get to know people, and use the scavenger hunt to show that I really want to be here. I may not have as much to offer in future tribe challenges so I like being able to use scavenger hunts to really go ham. I got the highest score on our tribe and I think the second highest behind Roxy so woo! Now let's move on to my fellow tribe mates. Kori - the only person I was familiar with going into this game. I played with him in my most recent game where he witnessed me win. We had a good bond the entire game but he also voted for me when he thought I was the majority vote, setting aside any connection I had made with him, so that is always kinda going to be on my mind in this game. But as of now he is the person I trust the most. Andrea - I LOVE her! We bonded quickly over being messes so that's always fun. I could see myself growing close with her in this game. Loris- I really like him, I always like British guys LOL it's been kinda difficult getting to talk to him at a time that works for both of us but I really like him so far Emma- she hosted me a few years ago though I didn't know it was her at first, I like her but haven talked to her as much as the others Big z - I like him though we haven't talked too much but I immediately see him as my biggest threat at this point. Just something about him idk.

As far as other tribe members go - drew Heuser is one of my favorite people to have played orgs with. He was the reason I was first boot in my first Tumblr game but has remained a dear friend of mine ever since. I met him in person and he's the besssst. If I have a chance to play with him I'm excited to see what the outcome will be.

https://youtu.be/TfQ4Xmeb2J8

Brian is voted out 5-1.

#episode #flyinghigh

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bentchcreates · 6 years ago

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June-Year’s Resolutions

I was supposed to post this on the 15th, the mid-month, but in true Lazy Bentch fashion, I wasn’t able to finish writing this in time, and so here we are. XD

The idea of June-Year’s Resolutions is the same as New Year’s but without the pressure to start as the calendar turns over a new leaf. When it comes right down to it, change for the betterment of self should happen any day you want to anyway. This is originally from a YouTube channel I follow, TwoBeeps, and well, I thought it’d be nice to have some sort of personal goal for me to follow especially since I’ve been feeling pretty lost more than usual these days.

So here are 4 resolutions I hope to accomplish for the rest of the year.

*Oh and be warned that this is gonna be a looong post. I miss blogging, apparently.

1. Write more.

It’s embarrassing to admit that I haven’t written any new material since the year started (save for a 500-word poem for a new anthology. YEET!). I’ve been releasing books at least once a month since 2018 rolled in but all of those were written in 2017 or earlier.

I have three WIPs right now: one hopefully gets out of developmental limbo before the year ends; one manuscript has a chance of getting finished if I go at it right about now; and the last one is my #StrangeLit piece, A. K. A. my forever WIP, Huhu.

I deliberately put my life on hold for this passion, right? I might as well take it as far as I can. From this day forward, I’ll boot up my Google Sheet wordcount log and do my hardest to put words on paper and not let my lazy ass take over my productivity.

2. Take care of myself better.

One of the things I picked up from bingeing the new Queer Eye the past few days is that I am getting closer and closer to becoming one of their heroes, the BEFORE-the-makeover part. :(

I am neglecting how I dress/look like because I have the “I work at home now and no one’s gonna look at me.” hall pass. I’ve also somehow bought into the idea that self-care and vanity mean the same thing, something my Kween JVN had been trying to smash each and every episode. My things are a mess at home – which isn’t surprising really, because this is me we’re talking about – but I can’t keep making excuses for why I still haven’t unpacked my stuff from SG. I’ve been back for over a year and a half now, what is my problem?

I mean, maybe I don’t really need to unpack because I survive okay with little stuff I got from that life that I use now, but I could at least tidy it up a bit, I guess?

And I’ve been avoiding people a lot. I wasn’t always extroverted but I’ve turned down a lot of invitations just the past few weeks alone, even when those were from people I actually like hanging-out with. I have to learn to socialize again.

Bottom line is I can’t keep coddling this dark, lost feeling inside of me by letting myself go like this. I should make an effort to clean up after myself externally and hopefully, this’ll sweep the cobwebs of my insides as well. I have to make an effort to live my life towards that amazing life I once aspired to have. Especially now that I have been given some aspect of the freedom I’ve wanted for so long.

3. The bookban must hold for as long as it can hold.

I’m proud of myself for having only bought 3 physical books this year (a clear violation of the New Year’s Resolution last January, but whatever). Being broke AF helped a lot (You can’t binge on books if your finances are super unstable) but I’ve been awful when it comes to free books.

I’ve counted and I’ve 1-Clicked 264 free ebooks just the past six months and I’ve only read a whopping 12! (seven of those are short comics from FCBD and two I didn’t even finish. Arg!) And remember the bookswap situation just at the beginning of this month where I brought 3 books to let go, only to come home with 14 that night? I have a problem.

I am very grateful to my wonderful friends for pampering me with such gifts (Shout-out to Chachic!) but really, I can’t keep on hoarding the free racks everytime I need an emotional pick-me-up.

4. Lastly, I need to have a plan.

“Coasting” is a word that has been casually (and repeatedly) hurled towards me ever since I lost my SG job and told everyone I’m gonna take a break. And only when I heard it from the Fab Five themselves (in S02E07) did I realize how really stuck I was and that I have to acknowledge it.

My architectural background is at a standstill (I don’t want to go back to anything design-related as much as I can. This is an issue I’ll have to unpack in a separate discussion *with myself*). My current social tracker position is comfortable and I actually like this kind of work, but it’s frankly a dead-end job that I can only stretch so far. My writing is fulfilling my passion, but I can’t make a living off of it yet and realistically, I won’t make enough from it for a couple of years unless I get extremely lucky.

So yeah, I have to figure my shit out because I’ve ran away from it for so long at this point. I have the option to study again or to add one more job to steer me to the right direction and I must decide fast. I can just hear Kween JVN in the background “You know what i don’t have time for??? FEAR!” ; ;

Okay wow. This was long and turned dark and heavy towards the end. I wanted this to be light and funny actually but argh, it is what it is. I really need to take my life seriously, I’m not getting any younger.

These are my June-Year’s Resolutions – which I inadvertently turned into a self-reflection paper. LOL – and I hope I get to better my life one step at a time. Wish me all the luck (and patience and willpower. Seriously.)

XOXO

-bentch

#june years resolutions #spilled ink

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