#SUPPLY IS HELL SUPPLY IS HELL STORE IS HELL IM IN HELL

[orcelito]

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[solemntitty]

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[colourstreakgryffin]

hi! Please ignore this request if you don't want to do it/your request are closed.

Do you think you could do a part 2 to hells angel? Or at least like more bonding moments between the two Im in love with father alastor sm 😭🙏

It’s not closed! It’s open, wide open and yes, I’ll happily write more for Papa Alastor! I’ll happily continue the little saga of Papa Alastor and his little fawn! Kinda short but I hope that’s okay!

Alastor- Shopping Trip

“Is this one something you’d like, Princess?” Alastor asks gently, his voice both menacing because of the radio effect and soothing because of the genuine love pouring out uncontrollably, as he draws down an adorable puffy old-fashioned but colourful little dress, long sharp fingers snapped on the small silky shoulder straps slightly. A outfit just the right size for a young girl

Specifically, his little girl. Leitora, a unique deer-featured soul born from pure powerful demonic magic. The one now forming his own soul and heart, he is so glad birthing the little devil darling was successful

His precious baby daughter, a seven year old with matching little deer ears and crimson red gradient in her pretty long hair. She has been waiting a long time to be able to spend time with her father and now, Alastor has taken the whole day off from duties at the Hazbin Hotel, to spend it exploring a wild wondering sinner-filled shopping institution with his babygirl

“Yes, Père! I love it!” You immediately pipe out soft yet eccentric back, excited and hopping right in front of the Radio Demon as he quickly hooks this little clothing present onto the size-appropriate hanger it was originally left on and hands it to you without another word. He currently has a few more shopping bags over his left forearm and an another much bigger shopping bag over his right shoulder as well as your needed travel supplies in a cute old fashioned pastel schoolbag over both of his shoulders

Your father doesn’t mind carrying everything nor does he mind overspending. After all

This is a father-daughter all-day shopping trip

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. A pretty clothing store, full of women’s to men’s to children’s fashion. The fifth store you’ve gone in with Alastor since the pair of you woke up early in the morning and headed over to the biggest mall in the Pride Ring, the mall both of you stand in at this very moment. He has been needing to get you some new clothing for a while now so being able to get your opinion on the cute dresses, tights, accessorises, pyjamas and much more he picks out for you is simply perfect

Alastor has truly missed being able to spend time with you, even if it includes milking his credit card. You’re worth far more than all the wealth he’s stolen and gathered

Taking your hand with a lean down, Alastor waits patiently for you to take his offer as you quickly readjust the clothing store hanger holding up your cute little present. Moving that hanger from both hands to your wrist, you reach up and immediately grab his much bigger hand. Two to three fingers are enough to hold your whole hand, the size difference is simply precious

“Père! Père! Look! Look!” Speaking with a adorable little French accent upon pointing out and chiming excitedly in fluent French, Alastor’s crimson red eyes sharply fling away from the cute rows of female children’s clothing to the single rack of children’s hair accessorises to jewellery. The reason you pointed it out, only seconds after taking your beloved father’s hand was because you noticed something really pretty you wanted your father to see

“What is it, Princess?” Alastor lets you drag him over to the colourful rack, his own eyes wondering around with tall fluffy deer-like ears flicking a bit as if an instinctive twitch. You still have the dress your father handed to you and you reach up as a sign for Alastor to help you. Following your little cute pale fingers, the Overlord picks out a set retro pearl tassel hairpins. Something he never thought you’d like but it may fit with your red hair

He isn’t sure if he wants the metal touching your skull however, so he holds the white cardboard support holding the hairpins still, just scanning over them a bit firmly and if not protective over you

Until your voice breaks him out of his intense thought. His ears shooting up in shock as your own ears draw back slightly, not necessarily concerned but wondering why just a pair of cute accessorises would possibly make him fall so deep into a thinking trance

“Père… What’s wrong?” You’re now the one asking your father to speak to you with big sparkly eyes looking up at him, he takes a few seconds of his head shaking in slight disorientation before he finally gets back to his senses and speaks out his opinion, uncertain but yet uncertain if he wants to reject you

Alastor is not good at saying no to you, he’s good at giving out needed discipline and can be rather strict about specific things but when it comes to mundane things like a pair of mere hairpins, he doesn’t like to say no

What can be said? Alastor is the type of father to spoil his daughter absolutely rotten

“Princess… are you sure you want this one specifically?”

[very-d1pper]

inspired by a post from @jamandjazz

How Johnny Cade, Dallas Winston, and Steve Randle are affected by their parent issues.

ok so keep in mind i havent read the book since december (i dont have my own copy) so this might be a bit wrong. im using info from my mind, the movie, the musical, tiktok, and here.

Johnny Cade

so its canon that johnny wouldve ran away if it werent for the gang (starting off strong with dally-johnny parallels OUCH)

the abuse from his parents definitely gave him a fucked up sense on what it means to feel loved

which is why johnny gets along with dally so well, i'll get into that more in dally's part

he 100% thinks that the entire world hates him except for the gang

someone said that he is so sweet its sick, not true. the abuse definitely toughened him up enough that he will be mean to strangers

he canonically is somewhat responsible (going out to the store to buy supplies and giving ponyboy a note)

im saying that because im pretty sure pony says something like twobit and someone else in the gang would forget to buy something johnny remembered

johnny learned that from having to live out on the street sometimes when his parents fought or kicked him out for multiple days

he is the living definition of forgive but never forget

he just wants a home

i personally hc that the abuse started as johnny grew older, maybe when he was 6-8 years old

which is why johnny (especially in the musical) still cares about his parents

because he remembers that they WERE good people

and he hopes to bring them back eventually

Dallas Winston

oh this man...

ran away from his problems. thats canon

his mom died when she gave birth and thats why his dad is the alcoholic deadbeat abuser he is

the abuse from his parents gave him a fucked up sense on what it means to love

which is why he can talk to johnny so well because johnny is used to the type of love dally gives

he 100% hates the world except for the gang

the abuse toughened up both johnny and dally, the thing is dally grew up with it, johnny was raised with love at first

also dally's environment in ny, that place is rough in many areas

tulsa doesnt have that, at least not on the level of ny

he's rough with everyone because thats what he learned

Steve Randle

UGH THIS MAN BRO

screw u se hinton for giving us NOTHING abt him

anyways!!

the neglect sooo fucked him up

then his dad giving physical money for forgiveness?

hell nahhh

steve definitely felt like he cannot be loved without paying someone

like with real money

which made him feel unlovable because he's like broke as fuck

soda was the first person to show him what love actually is

his mom uhh eloped to wherever after steve's birth ig idfk

steve thinks everything in the world comes with a price, even an ounce of love

i literally cant think of shit for this man rn

All Three

accidentally trauma bonding

johnny mentioned something then both steve and dally said "same"

genuinely concerning from an outsider standpoint but really funny to them

if it was modern au darry or soda wouldve sent them to therapy

one time johnny got kicked out and went to the curtis house and found steve in the kitchen

j: "kicked out?"

s: "...yeah"

j: "same."

then dally walks in

d: "bottles got thrown at me in buck's place"

j: "ptsd?"

d: "no-" *remembers he's with two people who had it happen to them* "...yeah"

j and s- "its good."

johnny convinces them to do a cuddle blob thing (the gang's done them before)

darry wakes up and see them, doesnt comment but remembers for blackmail

[nonbinaryeggrolls]

When Someone Tries to Touch Your Hair

JJK men x gn black!reader

I had this idea for a little while and I absolutely love it. As someone who has to literally fight off ppl with a stick to keep them from basically "petting" me, I thought it would be so cute to write about the JJK men sticking up for you

Warnings: Fluff!, no nsfw but MINORS ARE STILL NOT ALLOWED GO AWAY, angst in Gojo's, specified braids/locs/twists in Toji's, unwanted physical touch, I think that's it!

Starring: Nanami Kento, Toji Fushiguro, Gojo Satoru

MINORS DNI. AGELESS AND MINOR BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

Nanami Kento

Of course he remains calm, he's always calm. but trust, inside he is BOILING with anger

Kento adores your hair, it sounds weird but he loves watching you on wash day care and tend to your hair with such detail and precision. Apart of it is so he can learn to do it himself one day so you won't have to spend so much time doing it yourself

He's always buying the best products for you no matter how expensive he knows black hair care products can be.

Design Essentials, Creme of Nature, Mielle, jojoba oil, tea tree oil, hair masks, curling cream-- you name it (or even glance at it in the store) he's already bought it for you

So seeing someone disrespect you by even attempting to touch you makes him absolutely livid

Kento: "I don't know I didn't think it was all that great, the plot didn't really make a lot of sense." Kento said as you two walked out the doors of the movie theater.

Y/N: "What?! I thought it was good, you're always hating on superhero movies you're like an old person. Oh! the boba place closes at 9:30 did you still wanna--

"Oh my gosh I just have to ask who does your hair? It's so pretty!" A young woman around your age popped up from behind you guys, her intensity kind of startling you a little bit

Y/N: "Oh, thank you that's so sweet! I actually do it myself" you smiled and she looked at you in astonishment

"Really? Wow it looks like it was done by a professional, I bet it takes you so long!"

Kento's eyebrow raise and body stiffen in an almost defensive way, he was already anticipating what was coming next

Y/N: "Yeah, sometimes it can. It kind of just depends on how tired I am that d--

Your body leaned back as she reached out to grab the top of your head. Kento wrapped his arm around you and pulled you back by your shoulders, shooting daggers at the woman as if she had just committed an unforgivable act

Kento: "Please step back. You don't need to touch them to compliment them." he reprimanded and held a firmer grip on your shoulder. He wasn't going to yell at a woman he didn't know but he sure as hell was going to get his point across

"O-oh Im sorry I didn't mean anything by it. I just think it looks really ni--

Kento: "Then you can think it's nice from a distance, they're not a dog. Have a good night." Kento intwined your hand in his and led you away to the car. You looked up at him and a small grin grew across your face

Kento: "Don't look at me like that."

Y/N: "You're like a guard dog. Like a snappy little golden retriever." you giggled before planting a kiss on his jaw which he returned with one on the top of your head

Kento: "Cmon lets go get boba."

Toji Fushiguro

Rage, Rage, and more RAGE

The anger that fills this mans body when someone tries to touch you is immeasurable, ESPECIALLY if its a man

Sometimes you have to calm Toji down when someone tries but its no use, he's already out of his seat and practically ready to kill

Toji is definitely someone who values his personal space, so he completely understood your frustration when you talked about how crazy it is that some people think its okay to try and touch you without permission

He's only seen it happen a few times, thankfully most people had common sense. But there was always that one asshole that crosses the line

You and Toji were out on a late night supply run getting items for Megumis science fair project. You roamed through the aisles of the arts and craft store filling your basket with acrylic paint, styrofoam blocks, construction paper and glue sticks

Toji: "What kind of fifth grader does a science project on soil erosion? Can't we just do something normal like a volcano or something?"

Y/N: "Are you gonna keep complaining all night or are you gonna actually help find everything on the list?" You turned around mad dogging him, both of you were tired and a little bit cranky and snappy at one another. Most of it was playful but some of it intended

Toji: "You look like a pig when you scrunch your knows like that." He chuckled attempting to pull you in for a kiss

Y/N: "You bitch-- Go get someone to open the spraypaints for us!" You said shoving your hand in his face and pushing his head back. Toji sauntered away to find the nearest employee to assist you guys

You stood alone in the aisle for a few minutes scrolling through instagram to pass the time until Toji came back, until a tap on your shoulder caught your attention. A random man, had approached you attempting to spark a conversation. Your eyes jotted back and forth around the area wondering where tf could Toji be and why was he taking so long to get back

"You got a really pretty smile you know that? Pretty hair too, you do this all by yourself?" He asked and took one of your (protective style)'s in his hands

Toji: "Now you..." Toji came up behind the man and planted a firm grip on his shoulder, "...are way too ugly and way too short to think they'd ever want someone like you to touch them. Don't you think?"

The man trembled in place at the vast size difference between the two

"I--"

He couldn't get a whole sentence in before Toji pulled him back by his hair then slammed him head first into the shelves next to him, making the man scream in pain. The star captured the attention of multiple employees and needless to say it wasn't long until you were being led out of the building by security.

Toji: "Did I do too much again?" He asked from the passenger seat, knowing full well he didn't regret his actions

Y/N: "We just got banned from the store, what do you think Toji?"

Toji: "Are you mad at me?"

Y/N: "Yes I'm mad!"

Toji: "Mm. The blush on your face doesn't look like someone who'd be mad at me." He grinned and you tried to hide the smile that started to form

Y/N: "Shut the fuck up."

Gojo Satoru

Gojo unfortunately was very ignorant to the topic at first

Maybe it was a cultural difference but when you told him people would ask to touch your hair he thought it wasn’t that big of a deal

“If someone admired your hair so much that they want to get close to it shouldn’t that be a compliment to you? It’s like they’re complimenting an artist for their artwork right? I don’t really see the harm in that, I touch Getos hair all the time and he's fine with it.” He said once before

Nonetheless it led to a very heated argument

He didn’t understand all the fuss around it, that was until he saw it actually happen

Seeing how physically uncomfortable you get when someone you don’t know tries to “pet” you put it all in perspective for him

Y/N: “Gojo, hurry we’re gonna miss the train!” You shouted as you ran through the subway station

Gojo: “I’m coming slow down! I don’t wanna drop anything.” He followed closely behind carrying the other bags of groceries you guys got from the farmers market

You both managed to slip through the train doors in time before it departed. You two managed to find two seats by the window, it was a preferred spot that way you both could gaze upon the countryside greenery as you passed on your way back to the city. Gojo leaned against the window and you leaned against his shoulder, the both of you trying to get some rest after a full day of walking.

The train stopped at its next spot to let on a few more passengers and a tap on your shoulder shook you out of your rest.

“Can i touch your hair?” a young woman behind you asked, but she had already reached out her hand before you could even answer. You pulled back before her hand could touch you

“Oh, um no please don’t do that…” you awkwardly said and turned back around. You looked over at Gojo who you know heard everything but was undermining the situation yet again

Gojo: “Calm down she didn’t mean anything by it, go back to sleep.” He dismissed you, not even bothering to open his eyes as he still laid against the window. You let out a low scoff and laid back against your seat instead of Gojos shoulder like you were before

The next few minutes we’re quiet as you dozed back off until you heard a loud camera click and could hear the girl frantically trying to turn the volume down

Y/N: “Did you just take a picture of me?”

“Oh it wasn't a bad one I was just sending your hairstyle to my friend I think it’s cute.”

Y/N: “I don’t care. Don’t take a fucking picture of me if—

“I didn’t even touch you so calm the fuck down…this is why no body likes to compliment you people anyways. You take everything too goddamn seriously.” she muttered the last bit under her breath but still loud enough to pick up. This sentence being the one that finally caught Gojos attention

Gojo: “What was that?” He stood up towering over the young woman

“I-I didn’t say anyth— I’m s-sor—

Gojo: “Shut up. Delete it. Now.” His eyes pierced through her and she scrambled to reopen her camera and delete the photos. She flipped the phone towards his face to show that they were no longer in her folder

Gojo: “Now go to a different seat. And if you touch them against i’ll smash that stupid fucking phone into the fucking concrete.” The young woman ran from her seat to the other side of the train as quickly as possible and Gojo sat back down. He attempted to put his arm around you but you wanted no part in it, for the next 30 minutes you ignored every attempt he made to get a word out of you. Even on the walk home you were cold

Gojo: “Y/N if you don’t tell me what’s wrong I can’t fix it!” he said as you entered your apartment

Y/N: “IVE TOLD YOU WHATS WRONG BEFORE. YOU DONT LISTEN!” you yelled, something he rarely heard you do, “I told you countless times before that people trying to touch me is a reoccurring problem for me and what did you do? You belittled me and made it seem like no big deal. Why did it take someone being blatantly racist towards me for you to actually start caring? Why did I have to prove the problem to you?” He looked back at you with no words just a stunned expression as he struggled to find the right thing to say

Gojo: “I…I don’t know. I’m sorry.” you rolled your eyes at his lackluster reply and turned away to the bedroom

Y/N: “Whatever. I’m going to bed.”

Gojo: “Y/N, wait I—

you slammed the door in his face before he could finish his sentence

story belongs to @nonbinaryeggrolls

do not steal

[purgatory-is-life]

Mechtober day one-captain

also posted this on ao3 under Reality666Rift999 (I chose the name in middle school i knoww its bad but im sentimental)

Captain (First Mate!) - Reality666Rift999 - The Mechanisms (Band) [Archive of Our Own]

@mechtober-2024

Jonny huffed as he crossed his arms. Really, with Her gone, he was the only option they truly had for a captain. He was the First Mate, second in command to Her while she was on the ship. Who else could be fit for the role?

Ashes, he supposes. They were smart, they kept everything up to snuff and kept everything running. They had a hand in keeping all of their supplies stocked and their food stores full. Everyone listened to Ashes, and they were closer in rank as a Quartermaster too.

Nastya could as well, with her connection to Aurora and her knowledge of the ship’s inner workings. People listened to her as well, people respected her. Even if she was a recluse who spent more time in the vents with her beloved Aurora than with the crew, people listened to her.

Hell, even Brian would make a half-decent captain. Even though he was soft, even though he folded and bent easily. People liked him. Even though he was boring and nice. He was one of the only ones that Aurora let fly her around. He was the only one she listened to about routes to take.

Ivy was smart and knew how to navigate much better than he did.

The Toy Soldier… Probably wouldn’t work well as a captain, as it never seemed inclined to give orders on its own and it would listen to anyone else’s orders.

And Tim still spent more time in his room than he did around the rest of them.

Most of the crew could make great captains. And if they were the ones declaring themselves captain, then no one would fight them.

‘Jonny?’ a screen appeared in front of him, pulling him from his thoughts. ‘Is everything alright?’

“I’m fine, ship,” he grumbled, turning away from the screen.

Aurora moved the screen so it was in front of him again, groaning and creaking in annoyance. ‘You do not seem fine. You seem upset. Is something wrong? May I try and assist you?”

Jonny groaned loudly. “Really, I’m fine Aurora! Fuck off.”

‘I do not think I will :]’ Jonny didn’t know that a digital smiley face, just a regular smiley face, could be so full of so much… condescension. Jonny flipped her off, and Aurora creaked and slammed the doors as she laughed at him. ‘So what is bothering you?’

“ …The others don’t respect my authority,” Jonny mumbled, turning away, again. Aurora followed him.

‘Of course they do!’ Aurora declared. ‘You’re very respectable Jonny. The others care for you and respect you completely!’

Jonny rolled his eyes and didn’t respond, pulling one of his guns from one of his many holsters, twirling it around in his hands.

‘And even if they don’t respect you,’ Aurora typed out, ‘I do :] Captain :]’

Jonny blinked and looked down, ignoring the warmth in his chest and blossoming on his face. Aurora slammed her doors and creaked and groaned.

Because Jonny was the only one really qualified to be captain.

Even if he was technically the First Mate.

[mothalaalee]

Practical Drs that i think will make my Cr life easier:

Online store Dr: A Dr when i can pull out things from online stores, so i can try it out before buying. (one more return and im going cave man)

A study Dr: I have access to unlimited library collections both online and offline. Search engine to find stuff easily from Books. No premium plans. No pay walls. (Fuck capitalist gatekeeping) Also, an AI that will answer my question exactly the way i need too understand it.

Fashion Dr: (sewing is my comfort hobby). I can experiment with thrifted clothes, new fabric and left over fabric. If i mess up anywhere along the way i can redo it because I have time manipulation power HAHAHAHAH. And when i get a satisfying result i can do it in Cr.

Home theatre Dr: (I study films). Movies from the beginning of movies. Great search engine. Can search film by dialogue, plot, story, actors, even the slightest nuance. Dub or Sub? Hell yeah. I can also watch cancelled TV shows. How cool is that???

Skill share Dr: I get to learn cool skills and discover new talents. I have unlimited supplies to learn it. (Yes i know i can do this in Cr too but im hella broke. And it's so fun when i can do it in an ALTERNATE REALITY???)

Past Dr: I can go back to my college and dress better (pinterest wardrobe) and spend a lot of time with my friends again. Travel more. Have fun again. BE THE ACADEMIC WEAPON I PROMISED MYSELF TO BE?? Have intellectual discussions with the uni people. Be more active. Talk with the professors. Get that O-grade.

Tinker Bell Dr: this is just so i could find stuff i have long lost in my Cr. (I wanna know where i lost that one pair of my favourite earrings)

[boxheadpaint]

July finally over, thank god. Least favorite month of all time. August is a breath of fresh air and pan and I spent our first few moments of it on a walk for treats and my god did we get them. On the way we passed a tree full of noises and realized it was full of parrots, which we hear a lot but rarely ever see. We stood there for like 5 minutes or more just watching them and being delighted. Then we walked up for ice cream, which while eating a neighborhood dog named Woody came out of the grocery store and I got to say hi because woody is so awesome to me. It was a bit warm out but the shade was lovely, just very nice to be out. Tonight we are going to have rice with sausage and watch terminator, and soon im going to pack to visit my mom. Im planning on only really bringing my drawing supplies and watership down as activity. Listening to some music I haven’t listened to since I was teen and enjoying myself. Nice day

I managed to get 5 things done for artfight this year, which is the most I’ve done for one year ever. I like losing myself in over-rendering something without real regard for a light source and not thinking for several hours. I still need to call my psych about meds and if im getting a new therapist but im less hell about it now. I want to see if I can get used to making sprites on the gamertron , I used to draw with a trackpad all the time and ultimately a mouse is less trouble too. I feel like someone’s grandad

8/1/2024, Fuck Summer! And Long Live The Second Half Of The Year

[sunblchdfly]

Zoinks Jenna!!!!!!! I hope ya'll are ok and that the injury wasn't too serious. I did the same thing with a potato peeler once if it makes you feel any better and thankfully it wasn't bad enough to be an emergency, still hurt like hell though.

I feel kinda bad cuz I was picturing Rhett kind of going white in the face the first time you do it. He's gotta steady himself on the counter for a second because seeing that much is totally unexpected but thankfully that man's got some major first aid training under his belt. He's wrapping your wound in a hot washcloth, applying the antiseptic and wrapping it in the bandages so that it's neither too tight nor too loose and he even kisses it better (lol).

Now when him and Royal and the rest of the male relatives get into a six pack on Thanksgiving morning while they're trying to cook dinner? That's a different story. It's then that ya'll quickly realize that kitchen utensils are definitely his own worst enemy. You, Cecelia and the other girls of the house are at the store trying to get last minute supplies when Rhett texts you a pic of his finger with a message that reads "IT'S ALIIIIIIIVE!!!" in big giant caps, you almost scream.

Cecelia's texting both him and Royal, swearing up and down that they're two halves of a whole idiot.

Joy's praying she won't have to surgically reattach a body part when you guys get home.

And all three of you immediately head for the liquor section because you know there isn't enough wine to get you guys through the rest of the day unscathed (lol).

But when you get home you gladly return the favor for Rhett, bandaging his finger and kissing it better, but you warn him outright that there will be absolutely no more beer when he's trying to make apple cider cake next year. As for his Franken-finger? It lives to fight another day and does surprisingly well during your bedroom shenanigans the next day (lol).

im ok!! its so weird because yes, i didnt have to end up going to the ER, it’s still took an insane amount of energy out of me. mentally and physically. i don’t know what I would’ve done without my dad patching me up because it was ROUGH…i was crying/throwing up/about to pass out. blood was everywhere and i was FREAKING out because i am such a sissy when it come to the sight of my own blood. I would’ve had to get stitches, but there’s nothing to…stitch. yeah. it’s gross. and you wanna know the worst part? i was making apple cake, and i didn’t even get any because I don’t have any eggs! it was a bad night 😭 ANYWAY—

i feel like this is something rhett would 100% do. when it comes to himself, he takes nothing seriously 😭 or I feel like straight up he would just not tell you until you come home and see his finger wrapped. he’s so used to being injured that he just genuinely forgets to tell you. he’s always so attentive to you though, especially when you hurt yourself/are sick. he would definitely be very calm about it even though he definitely felt sick at the sight of your hand when your first cut it. he lets you bury your head in his shoulder when you have to run it under water. after you’re all cleaned up and less distraught, he’s 100% taking you to bed and making sure you drink/eat a little to get your blood sugar back to normal after losing blood/being stressed. he’ll clean any clothes that got blood on them, and turn on your guys’ favorite show to fall asleep to.

my dear, this is exactly what I needed <3 thank you for this lil thought

[swordsmans]

Hello! As someone who really really wants to attempt bookbinding, could I ask how you started? I am very overwhelmed with the amount of materials and equipment bookbinders use and it is not within my budget to get most of them, which is really discouraging :,)

I would love to know some cheap(er) alternatives to certain materials and which materials, in your opinion, is the most essential and worth splurging money on! I particularly have a lot of issues with using leather because it is WAYY out of both my budget and skill level haha!

Additionally, what are some of the reasources you used to learn how to bookbind? :o

Thank you!!! (It's alright if you don't respond to this! I was just wondering :])

hi, hello!!! im sorry for the late reply!!

to start with--i definitely dont use leather for the same reason!! even imitation leather is expensive, and tbh i like the ability to play around with colors and shapes that working primarily with bookcloth and paper affords me. you can either make your own bookcloth using regular fabric, a binder like HeatNBond, and tissue as long as you have an iron--or you can purchase it from places like amazon, hollander's, or other bookbinding supply companies. leather is ~fancy~ shit.

as for essential tools, that sort of depends on what youre trying to set out to do. western "cased" bindings require more material as a baseline, but glue-free bindings like coptics and japanese stabs require much less! really, as long as you have paper, a needle, thread, and cardboard, you can make a book! here are some of the tools i use, as well as some alternatives:

bonefolder(s) - i have two, a "traditional" one and a square angled one, both real bone. this is something i would consider an essential item, because you will use it for almost everything. you can buy a cheap teflon folder at your local craft store, but really anything you can use to crease your pages and evenly tuck your folds would work. a firm piece of plastic, a thick card--hell, a 6in ruler would work!

ruler(s) - god, i have so many rulers, both imperial and metric, in so many different shapes and materials. the ones i use the most are my 12in/30cm double sided metal ruler and my 3x4in/70x100cm double sided metal square, but as long as you have something you will be set. you can find cheap wooden or plastic rulers at your local dollar store!

weights - this includes freestanding weights and a press. while i do use a press, i also have some bricks from my local hardware store that ive wrapped in craft paper (because cleanliness is essential), a mason jar filled with rocks, and a giant stack of cookbooks. i use all of these for different things, but getting a few bricks would probably be your cheapest option; mine were $0.62 each at lowe's, lol! you dont need a press. anything that will get you even, heavy pressure will work!

waxed thread - you can use any sewing thread you want and wax it yourself by running the wax along the thread! small beeswax blocks are relatively inexpensive and will last quite a while, and regular sewing thread won't break the bank. you can certainly buy pre-waxed thread, but making your own works just as well.

awl - i have two awls and a punch cradle, and genuinely none of these are "essential". straight up just stick a sewing needle in a wine cork, bestie, and youve got yourself an awl. punch cradles are also totally optional; just make a guide with some cardstock so you know where to punch your signatures and youre set.

paper - this is the big rabbit hole, of course. fancy handmade papers can get REAL expensive and dont even get me started on procuring paper with the proper grain direction. HOWEVER, im currently using a mid-tier premium "printer" paper as my fill (though ill be switching to proper stuff when i run out) and you can definitely use regular sheets youd find anywhere with only minor issues. as for decorative paper--anything works! regular scrapbook paper is perfectly fine, and you can buy 12x12 booklets online or at your local craft store for cheap--it seems like theres always some on sale.

bookcloth - mentioned above, but making your own is probably the cheapest way to do it! however--bookcloth is only essential if youre doing a cased-in binding imo. if youre doing coptics/stabs/open sewn/glue-free/etc. bindings, you dont need it.

glue - glues are tricky. traditionally people use a combination of paste and PVA. however, you can use whatever glue you want so long as youre okay with the drawbacks of using high-moisture stuff. gluesticks, craft glue, whatever. you can also make your own paste with flour and water! if youre looking for some of the things id recommend getting the "good" version of, though, i would pick PVA. i buy mine by the half-gallon and its worth it, and i actually prefer it over nori paste (what can i say--im impatient! and paste takes 24 hours to dry).

cutting tools - this is the one absolute thing i would recommend getting: a good boxcutter with replaceable blades and a large cutting mat. this is the essential tool of all time, because while you can use scissors its nearly impossible to get a straight line on anything. i have a workpro w011043a, an xacto xz3601, and three pairs of scissors of various lengths--and my workpro is what i reach for the most. cutting mats can run a little expensive, but i cant stress enough how much easier your life will be with an open blade + cutting mat as your primary cutting setup.

chipboard - i use several different thicknesses of greyboard for my covers and spines, but you can genuinely use whatever cardboard you have on-hand. got an amazon box? that works!

of course, this is by no means a comprehensive list of tools--but these are my go-to tools for every bind! a lot of the fancy stuff like edging, foiling, bookmark-making, etc, is totally optional and opting out of those will significantly reduce your overhead costs. you can also start out with the inexpensive stuff and upgrade as needed! bookbinding is daunting and yes it does have a bit of an initial investment, but there are definitely ways to make it work if youd really like to get into the hobby. you can also look at starter kits on etsy, too! theyll often come with some of the essential tools as well as materials to make your first book, so you can try it out to see if youd like the hobby without going ham.

as for resources to get started, here are some of what ive used!! also not comprehensive because everyone is different, but a great place to start.

hope this helps!!!

[sollattes]

I dont remember if i had sent another request before but here i am again 🥺💕 If requests are open, CAN I ASK FOR ONE FOR MY PRECIOUS TSUJI 😭😭 IT CAN BE ANYTHING YOU WANT BUT IM DYING FOR ENEMIES TO LOVERS ONES AHHSJDJE LOVE YAA 💕💕💕🥰

Flirting with the enemy

tsuji x himuro!reader

note: reader considers ghandi as her brother even though they are not blood related, so that's why it's "brothers"

You were part of the kamasaka gang as your brothers were leading it, but not as someone who fights, no. Hell no. Both reiji and ghandi would rather die than have you with even just a single bruise, but as their 'healer' or 'doctor' of some sort.

One thing you didn't really expect was both of your brothers to beaten up this badly though you already knew that the whole 'three-school-alliance' was bullshit since the 'leader' of it is an intolerable asshole.

"I don't know if the two of you are really dumb, really brave, or really bravely stupid" you scolded them while handing ghandi an ice pack then putting more ointment on reiji's bruised lip.

"You can say both," reiji flashed a shit-eating-grin and then followed by ghandi's laugh of agreement, but both of them quickly shut up when they saw your glare directed towards them.

You just sighed dissapiontedly and rolled your eyes at them, then continued on treating reiji while from time to time checking in ghandi.

Looking at your med supplies, you were short on bandages and alcohol so you quickly informed your brothers about it and then went to the pharmacy to at least stock up a bit.

In the store you were met with one of the dudes that your brothers talked to you about, it was the dude with the braids, and as usual, he was with his two other friends, todoroki? Was the glasses guy's name and the big dude you absolutely have no idea what's his name.

You avoided them skillfully like the plague, though fate was not on your side, and you bumped into 'braids guy', making the things that the both of you were holding fall onto the ground.

You bumped into tsuji's chest quite hard that it made grunt in pain.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, omg. Are you okay?" You apologised profusely, helping him pick up the things that fell.

"Yeah, I'm fine, don't worry," tsuji assured you, then also bent down to help pick the things that were on the ground.

While helping him pick up the things that fell, your hands softly grazed at each other, and both of you met eyes after feeling the contact and just softly smiled at each other

Tsuji did not expect his chest to throb again after getting beaten up by ebera, but this time, it was not from pain but from being flustered on how pretty you are.

Now that you were seeing him this close, he was really pretty even with small bruises scattered in his face.

Both todoroki and Shiba looked around to look for tsuji as he was taking too long in the bandages Isle. They found the both of you just quietly flirting with each other with your glances and quiet laughs. Shiba tried to call tsuji but just got ignored. Then both Shiba and Todo just made a knowing look with each other and just decided to leave tsuji alone with you.

"I'm really sorry again, I didn't look where I was going," you sheepishly smiled at him and picked the last of your things on the ground.

"Like I said, it's totally fine," tsuji handed the last of your dropped things, then put his hands on his pockets.

"Hey, look, how about I make up to you? I know there's a really good takoyaki spot nearby," you offered tsuji while paying at the counter.

You really do wanna make it up to him, totally not because you want to get to know him. No, not that all. And plus, your brothers would probably kill this guy if they ever find out you hung out with him.

Of course, tsuji agreed since he also wanted to get to know you better, and the opportunity presented itself, so who was he to deny that.

After exiting the pharmacy, both of you went to the takoyaki store that you were talking about. When both of you were done buying, you found a park stair and decided that you would just chill there and talk with him, considering you still don't know each other's names

While eating takoyaki with tsuji, you found out a lot of things about him, and both of you have a lot in common.

Being so ingrossed with your conversation with tsuji, you didn't notice the time, but it was already too late, reiji and ghandi were already looking for you.

Reiji and ghandi were already turning the city upside down to look for you.

Once reiji spotted you with tsuji, he immediately saw red. The rage hat reiji felt was immeasurable.

Reiji grabbed tsuji's collar, "YOU STAY AWAY FROM THEM YOU FUCKING OYA SCUM I DONT WANT TO SEE YOU NEAR THEM EVER AGAIN," he warned tsuji.

Tsuji did not care if reiji was threatening him. All he cared at that moment was you, he coudnt even hear reiji's voice anymore once he met your teary and afraid eyes.

"Reiji please just stop, it was my fault too please stop let's just go," you pleaded not knowing why you want to protect tsuji but still you'll feel responsible if ever got hurt.

"YOU STAY AWAY FROM THEM YOU FUCKING OYA SCUM," your brother gave one last warning to tsuji and dragged you away from there.

You left tsuji with one last apologetic glance before letting your brother drag you back in order not to cause further commotion.

Tsuji fought hard to not go after you, though by doing that he'll just cause a scene more so for now he won't do anything but he'll make sure that this won't your last meeting, he doesn't care if reiji would destroy as long as he can see you everything will be worth it.

note: Hey, babes ! I don't really know how to write enemies to lovers, so I wrote this instead. I'm also sorry of its late . hope you still like it.

[themetalvirus]

ok, hi, PSA completely unrelated to sonic:

DO NOT RELY ON PET STORE EMPLOYEES FOR ANIMAL CARE INSTRUCTIONS

i cannot fucking believe how many people think that talking to a petco employee about how to take care of a fish or lizard is all the information they need. if you are buying an animal, ANY ANIMAL, you need to do YOUR OWN RESEARCH into that animal's needs. hamsters, gerbils, any kind of fish, ferrets, hell even dogs and cats if you're a first time pet owner, EVERYTHING. pet store employees, ESPECIALLY chain store employees, are not properly trained on how to take care of these animals and will not have reliable or comprehensive care instructions ready for you.

DO NOT ASSUME A PET STORE EMPLOYEE HAS ALL THE INFORMATION ABOUT THE ANIMAL YOU ARE BUYING

DO NOT ASSUME THAT A PET STORE HAS THE APPROPRIATE SUPPLIES FOR THE ANIMAL YOU ARE BUYING

PET STORES EXIST TO MAKE MONEY AND NOT TO PROMOTE ANIMAL WELFARE

IF I SEE ONE MORE PERSON PUT A FISH IN AN UNCYCLED TANK IM GOING TO EXPLODE

[laugtherhyena]

Playlist listened to while writing; https://spotify.link/WzxvdTKBCJb

Holy shit dude, the ceo of rei angst wrote some rei angst what the HELL!! We have to kill her guys she cant keep getting away with this.

Anyways im gonna be writing about a lot of these nerds. I just love rei. This is really rushed and I am really sleepy so it is not my best writing.

Also i cannot write teruya so you will habe to ppppUT UP WITH IT.

Warnings for like. Violence and my attempt at writing a breakdown.

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Rei held the rusty pipe like a baseball bat, swinging for a homerun as she smacked off the head of someone she once knew. Someone who had abandoned her long ago.

The rotting head of what used to be her mother rolled on the ground, sickly green skin squishing against the ground and stared up at her with lifeless eyes.

“I didn’t want to see you again like this,” Rei hissed as her chest heaved, “i wanted to see you staring with regret as you saw your daughter on top of the world. I didn’t want to kill you or see you dead.”

That had been the second time she had run into her zombified mother. The first, she had been a coward, unable to kill her and her father– the two people she hated most, the two people who had abandoned her and left her on the streets.

Where had all her rage gone that time. When had she become soft.

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Midori clung to Ryutaro with all the strength in her frail body. “My brother,” she whispered, “i saw my brother’s corpse down there. Kakeru… he… they got Kakeru… they killed Kakeu…”

He didn’t say much in return, but he did pat her hand briefly– the only comforting action he could manage while carrying her.

“I see a store up ahead. Let’s stop by there for supplies.” Keisuke pointed out to the leader of the bunch.

Setsuka patted the clown on the back and gave him a smile. “Sounds good, lead the way. Maki, do you need me to carry Yamaguchi for a bit?”

Midori wrapped her arms and legs around Ryutaro a bit tighter at the suggestion, very much attached to the guy who had found her and saved her from zombies.

“I’ll be fine until we reach the stop.” The blonde nodded his acknowledgement to the bluenette, forcing a smile as he struggled to catch up.

The group walked in silence for a bit, the only sounds being the orchestra of distant zombie groans.

“Miss Yamaguchi,” Hikaru said after bit, his tone fatherly like usual, “may I check your pulse soon? And may I check if the swelling on your ankles has gone down?”

“Yeah, that… sounds good. Thank you, Uncle.”

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Kanata removed the bandages from Ayame’s arm gradually.

“There isn’t any sign of infection, Hatano. Kinjo and Maki are still out, so… uhm… can I get you something to eat?” The surgeon spoke softly as she stared at the sprinter.

“I’m not hungry…” Ayame mumbled.

“Inori!” Tomori slammed the door open, her eyes sunken from lack of sleep, “i think i got bit. Check! Check, please!!”

Kanata bit back a sigh of exasperation and forced out her cheerful smile. “Of course. Where do you think you were bit this time?”

“My ankle. They went after my ankle so I couldn’t run! They’re going to eat me. I’m going to die, aren’t I? Oh, god, I’m going to die!” The cheerleader’s words were jumbled together and practically nonsensical. She grabbed onto Kanata’s shoulders as she spoke, her nails digging into the other’s lab coat and pressing her skin uncomfortably.

“Miss Tomori,” Kanata winced, “please let go of me. I will check your ankle, but I am sure you are fine.”

“I’m not fine!” Kizuna wailed before glaring accusatory daggers at Ayame. “If you… if you hadn't gotten yourself bitten! If you had just seen that bitch for what she is! We wouldnt be doomed! You’ve doomed us all!”

Ayame took the words without fighting back. What had been the point in fighting anymore? Kizuna was right. She had doomed them all.

“Miss Tomori, please… Taira had us all fooled… if Miss Hatano is to blame, then so are the rest of us…” the blonde murmured. “Please sit down so I can check your ankle…”

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Mindless. Kinji was mindless. His faith had only been able to spare him for so long.

His teeth were decayed now. His skin was green and purple and yellow. His eyes were dull. His cheeks were sunken.

It was incredible that his mind stayed intact long enough for him to bury as many as he did. The only bodies he didn’t put 6 feet under, the only bodies he couldn’t handle burying, were those of the people he knew.

But what was the point?

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Yuki held his stomach as he choked up and spat out the last meal he had, beans that had barelt even begun to digest.

“Urgh… gross…” he mumbled to himself.

Shinji was away at the moment, scouting out for the next safe place for them to go and likely trying to find his family in the process.

The lucky student fought back envious tears. At least they knew there was a chance that Shinji’s family was alive– they found his mother, Aiko, brutally murdered in the Maeda household. Her corpse was bloated and rotted when they found it.

The sight still haunted his dreams. He couldn’t even keep.meals down since he saw it.

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Mikako peered into her brother’s lab. He hadn’t eaten in quite some time, nor had he slept.

“Yamato…” she whispered hesitantly.

He spun around with a dart ready in his hand. He only lowered it after he registered it was her.

“Mikako, I’ve told you to leave me alone. I need to find a cure, or no one will be safe.” The inventor turned back to his work and threw a crumpled up piece of paper to the side.

“I’m sure someone else is searching for a cure, Yamato. Why not try to make a vaccine? Some sort of immunity would help while someone else finds a cure.” The exorcist suggested.

Her brother didn’t seem to have heard. That, or he was ignoring her.

“Ah… nevermind.” She straightened her back and spun on her heel to hunt down their other classmates.

For the newcomers, Satsuki was putting on a performance– juggling empty bottles and broken gadgets whilst telling jokes. That could not be safe, but Haruhiko seemed to have his eyes on her.

The bunker door heaved open, and Teruya’s team came in, carrying boxes full of food and other supplies.

“We’re back with dinner!” The merchant shouted.

Mikako rushed over to take the box from him.

“Thank you, Otori, this should be good for at least a week. You and your scavenger team did good.”

He grinned at her and handed his box over. “Thanks! We uh…” he hesitated, “We saw Taira and Maeda… err… Utsuro? On our flight back… they looked like they were heading somewhere… dunno where…”

She bit her tongue and nodded thankfully at him. “Thank you for telling me.”

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Thats it. Im hungry good bye.

Aw yeah infection Au moment! I do remember you saying a while back that you wanted to write something about Rei in this Au and MAN her part has gotta be my favorite out of these little snippets.

I really like taking a look at how a bunch of the cast is doing, seeing the way you wrote them in those situations was pretty fun! It reminded me how much i like the idea of Setsuka's like group with the 6.5 cast and how Kanata probably wishes she has a degree in psychology to properly deal with Ayame and Kizuna (she may feel as if she's not doing enough for them seing as her kindness can only bring her so far when dealing with their turmoil)

[morroodle]

So. I'm in hell now.

As it turns out the tons of mold on my ceiling is not actually a good thing. We're working to remove it and as a result I have been completely evicted from my room and moved into my sister's for the next few weeks. I fucking hate it here.

My sister just moved into her new apartment so at least I'm not sharing a room but she still left so much of her crap behind. Additionally my mom likes to store her tons and tons of craft supplies (that she does not use) in here, meaning there's even more piles of crap that is not mine. This room is also HUGE compared to mine. My room is small and safe and cozy and just the right size for me and my stuff but this room is at least double the size and I don't feel nearly as safe or secure. I only just moved in so I'm not fully setup yet (though I basically am, i don't really own a whole lot of stuff) but im miserable and don't know how to fix it or really make it better (within reason). I don't like it here.

I dont know what the point of this post was. I guess I just wanted to vent. Any suggestions on how to improve things would be greatly appreciated. I most likely will not be drawing much while I'm in here, though I realize I haven't been doing a whole lot of that anyway.

[batbetbitbotbut]

my slow cooker smells like cinnamon. MAKE IT STOP - A Reddit Saga

With thanks to Direct-Caterpillar77 for compiling this as a BestOfRedditorUpdates post here.

THE PROLOGUE: Too many apples. how to use them (that isnt a pie)? Oct 8, 2024

unicornfarthappyhour: went apple picking and ended up with wayyyy too many macintosh apples. ive already made 6+ pies, apple tarts, apple mini pies, baked apples... and i still have 2 dozen apples ..please share any ideas on how to get through a horde of apples

EDIT - THANK YOU!!! so far tonight i made applesauce and have 2 trays of dried apple slices in the oven right now! 14 apples remaining!!

mrmadchef: Apple butter? I think you can even make it in a slow cooker.

THE MAIN EVENT: my slow cooker smells like cinnamon. MAKE IT STOP Oct 15, 2024

i made apple butter and now my slowcooker has a permament cinnamon smell. i tried soaking the lid in soapy aater for an hour. i washed every part 8 times, unscrewed the handles and cleaned every nook any cranny.. but IT WONT GO AWAY!!! and its not a faint smell its a cinnaMAXIMUM smell in the lid.

is there a product i can use? or do i just have to accept my fate?

fruithasbugsinit: Try slow cooking two cups of 1:1 vinegar and water. Then let it air out and cool down for a day or so for the vinegar to go away. ETA: Unless you have birds as this can hurt or kill them with their sensitive systems.

unicornfarthappyhour: have I wronged you in the past? my home. my santuary. is being forcibly air marinated. I'm dry heaving with each breath as the tiny vapors of this weaponized witches brew of Cinnamon Vinegarette Salad Dressing deep dives into my esophagus.

FIVE HOURS LATER:

unicornfarthappyhour: the mixture of vinegar and cinnamon scents wafting through my kitchen is permeating through my eyeballs and directly into my soul.

wawa2022: Throw a piece of fish in that baby. You won’t smell the cinnamon anymore unicornfarthappyhour: squinting really hard at you lol

THE FOLLOWING DAY:

unicornfarthappyhour: As i drifted off to sleep last night i still smelled it, covering the inside of my nose. and dreamed i was pickled.

it seems that the cinnamon has effectively mutated in the fiery hell of its vinegar battle, and has has now become a biohazard. i soaked the lid in a big plastic tub with water, soap and vinegar mixture, because why not double down?

my sunk cost fallacy arguement has now made the bin ALSO smell like a spicy formaldehide.

my next attempt is sunlight, and open space....aka sneaking into my in laws home while theyre on vacation and leaving it on their kitchen table for a week.

im 99% sure my nasal membranes have adopted these defiant particles and have begun incorporating them into my mucus. my sneezes are spicy...

FIVE DAYS LATER: Update Oct 21, 2024

unicornfarthappyhour: Welcome back to my cinnightmare.

I had to drop off my ILs mail, so I checked on my lid. I was hoping that sunlight and fresh air would help, but my lid is not made of vampires.

Accepting temporary defeat I moved the fight back onto home turf, and got a new set of supplies. Shout out to u/generic-curiosity who reminded me about the hydrophobic properties of my cinnenemy. With this knowledge, I was ready to reengage in this battle

I armed myself with a bottle of isopropyl alcohol, a Love is Blind sized wad of paper towels, and…olive oil.

I scrubbed with alcohol, then rubbed it down with the oil, then back at it again with the alcohol. Out of context, that would make for an amazing party game.

this Sisyphean deodorizing battle will haunt my dreams for years to come.

I don’t remember how many times I repeated this alcohol and oil endeavor, but I’m going to choose the number 6, because of the evil connotations of the number.

Much like my spirit, the smell has died down and has become a repressed whisper of the wild soul it once was.

Satisfied that my slow cooker no longer bore the tonsil-coating scent of a season craft store mid-december, I went on my merry way. Ignorant, I Know.

As the days went on, and I continued to use more kitchen supplies, I began to think this was all in my mind – I just. Kept. Smelling. It. SOMEWHERE.

Like any sane person I started sniffing around my kitchen like a tweaked out 2 legged bloodhound. I had used a rubber spatula to stir my cinnncoction. Immediately binned it. I refuse to bend my will for the $2 spatula. And now, it will never see the light of day again, forever to think about how it failed to serve its culinary master. Forever to miss the hot broth it once knew. It must suffer in perpetuity for its betrayal.

And I am NEVER using cinnamon again.

the apple butter tastes amazing.

[sketchyonlooker]

Duelist's Digest: The Next Battle City?

Kame Game Shop made a tweet about a new in-store tournament that will be happening on 12/23/2023. If Kame Game Shop sounds familiar to you, that's because it is the shop that the King of Games Mutou and the quarterfinalist of Battle City Wheeler work in as referenced on prior articles.

Kame Game Shop claims this tournament is meant to be small and local, but it seems KaibaCorp has other plans.

Seto Kaiba has been invited to the venue, which means that there may very well be a showdown between the King of Games and the President of KaibaCorp. Many of the retweets and replies show great enthusiasm for the showdown, though some express regret that participation will be limited to those who have a Domino City registration.

People are wondering whether the mysterious god cards displayed in Battle City will be seen and if KaibaCorp will supply Duel Disks to local duelists that have not met the previous Battle City requirements to receive a free one.

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Comment Section:

↳ UrDeckSucks: first ↳↳ Kuriwhat: How do you always do that? ↳↳ UrDeckSucks: just gotta go fast. ↳ ExodiaTheBaffledOne: Lol. I don't think the restriction is going to stop people from coming. I mean, that shop doesn't look like it can fit that many people. so all the dueling's probably gonna be outside. ↳↳ UnmagicalElf: How many duelists are registered in Domino City anyway? ↳↳ DMGBeloved: Don't know. But I'm one of them. Haha. I'll let you know what it's like. ;). At least there's no ante rule this time around. ↳↳ I'maDroolist: Lucky as hell. I'll comfort myself by taking the train from Tokyo just to see Kaiba and Yugi. ↳↳ RexsBiggestFan: bleh. rex is registered in west japan. not worth watching. hope it rains on you losers. ↳↳ RexsBiggestFan: hmm maybe i'll come just to watch wheeler flounder. ↳↳ DMGBeloved: I feel like Joey must've done something horrible in a past life to have a fan like you lol. ↳↳ RexsBiggestFan: im not a fan!!!

↳ AmuricanCowboy: Yee-haw! Gonna rustle up some cash and take a nice flight down to yonder. Watch people put up their dukes and do some duelin'. ↳↳ MillingYourDeck: You are the reason why people have this weird impression of Americans here. ↳↳ CardGamesSon: okay. i know the prospect of Yugi vs Kaiba is great and all. and seeing other influential duelists here will be a definite plus. but are you seriously going to fly to Japan close to the Christmas holiday just to watch them? Tickets must be at a premium. ↳↳ KaibaCorpFan: Why not? You don't normally see Kaiba make a public appearance unless it's some sort of unveiling or a tournament. Usually, it's Mokuba running the show. btw I'm flying over from Australia. ↳↳ CardGamesSon: sometimes I wonder if the thing that Kaiba fans have in common is that they have money to burn. ↳↳ BlueEyesBlondeDragon: lol ↳↳ BEWDWreckingYou: lol x 2 ↳↳ WorshiptheHolotech: lol x 3 ... ↳↳ DragonLord231: lol x 12 ↳↳ I'mYourDaddy: lol x 13 ↳↳ BlueEyesBlondeDragon: @/I'mYourDaddy YOU'RE NOT A KAIBA FAN. ↳↳ I'mYourDaddy: Ooof. Busted. Haha.

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(( Thank you for millenniumdueled for the event and blueeyesking for the contents of the KC tweet 8). ))