#Sundae de Ideas

[misticakalamity]

Sunade de Ideas 4x01.- Verano y Taquilla para el 2024

Después de una larga pausa debido a una pandemia y una huelga de escritores a la que posteriormente se le unio una huelga de actores, Hollywood ahora sí esta de vuelta con todo este Verano 2024. Sin embargo… si eres cómo Mistica y yo, y no cuentas con dinero y tiempo ilimitados, por muy emocionado que estes, ver todas las películas en tu cine local no es realmente una opción, así que… si no…

[maxwhathappened]

Sundae Request Menu

This is my ice cream request menu! Make your own sundae in my inbox as a request. I won’t generally take requests outside of this format, but you’re welcome to try.

When you place your order please:

Specify which driver the order is for

Limit yourself to 1 Dish, 1 Drink, 3 flavors and 4 toppings, though you are free to do less than those.

Make sure to clearly specify what is a flavor and what is a topping as some names are the same.

I got this idea from @tpwk-formula1 , be sure to check out their blog as well.

Thank you for your order!

Dish

Cup - smut

Regular Cone - fluff

Waffle Cone - angst

Flavors

Apple Pie - “I want forever with you.”

Banana - “I’ve wanted you for so long.”

Bittersweet Chocolate - “You’re the only one I want.”

Black Cherry - “You’re all I’ve ever wanted.”

Bubblegum - “Do you still want me?”

Butter Pecan - “I can’t imagine my life without you.”

Butterscotch - “I never stopped loving you.”

Cake Batter - “Please let me love you.”

Cheesecake - “Don’t you get it? I love you!”

Cherry Almond - “Do you trust me?”

Cherry Chocolate - “I was worried about you.”

Cherry Vanilla - “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it for you.”

Chocolate - “Can you stay?”

Chocolate Almond - “Please don’t go.”

Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough - “Please. I can’t lose you.”

Chocolate Fudge - “I won’t let you go.”

Chocolate Soft Serve - “I’m not going to leave you.”

Chocolate Vanilla Swirl - “I love seeing you smile.”

Coconut - “You look amazing.”

Coffee - “You clean up nice.”

Cookies and Cream - “You’re so beautiful.”

Cotton Candy - “Oh no, baby. Please don’t cry.”

Dulce de Leche - “No, don’t cry. I hate it when you cry.”

Espresso - “Fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

French Vanilla - “What can I do to earn your forgiveness?”

German Chocolate - “Is there anything I can do to make this better?”

Lemon Sherbert - “I’m sorry! How many times can I say it?”

Lemon Sorbet - “Get back in bed right this instant!”

Lime Sherbert - “You’re burning up. Just let me take care of you.”

Lime Sorbet - “I’ll take care of you, baby.”

Mango Sherbert - “I can’t believe you let him touch you.”

Maple Walnut - “I don’t want anyone else to touch you.”

Mint Chip - “You belong to me.”

Mocha - “Say it.”

Neapolitan - “I’m gonna mark you up for everyone to see.”

Orange Sherbert - “You like when I leave marks on you, don’t you?”

Peach - “You’re such a good girl.”

Peanut Butter Cup - “So good, so sweet, so perfect.”

Peppermint - “Be a good girl for daddy.”

Pineapple Sorbet - “You can be so good when you want to. Why aren’t you good all the time?”

Pistachio - “Don’t get greedy now. Be patient.”

Pistachio Almond - “A little needy?”

Praline - “Do what you’re told and you’ll get what you want.”

Rainbow Sherbert - “Just one more, baby. I just want one more.”

Raspberry Sorbet - “You can do one more for me, can’t you?”

Raspberry Swirl - “You’re such a brat.”

Rum Raisin - “Getting a little tired? Too bad.”

Rocky Road - “You’re such a little slut.”

Salted Caramel - “Fucked you dumb, didn’t I?”

Spumoni - “You are in so much trouble.”

Strawberry - “You’re gonna be sorry later.”

Strawberry Soft Serve - “You want me to fuck a baby into you?”

Toffee -“I’m gonna get you pregnant.”

Vanilla - “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

Vanilla Bean - “It’s too big.”

Vanilla Soft Serve - “You’re dripping, sweetheart.”

White Chocolate - “Oh fuck, do that again.”

Toppings

almonds - dom!driver

bananas - sub! driver

blueberries - switch! driver

brownies - soft dom! driver

Butterfingers - brat!reader

butterscotch syrup - sir! kink

Captain Crunch - daddy! kink

caramel - rough sex

cherries - slow/romantic sex

chocolate chips - jealousy

chocolate sprinkles - public sex

chocolate syrup - phone sex

coconut flakes - mirror sex

gummy bears - shower sex

hazelnuts - doggy

honey - mating press

jelly beans - riding

kit kats - overstimulation

Lucky Charms - edging

macadamia nuts - spitting

marshmallows - squirting

mint syrup - hair pulling

M&M’s - biting

nutella - choking

oreos - marking

peanuts - fisting

peanut butter cups - spanking

peanut butter syrup - cockwarming

peppermint patties - dirty talk

pralines - praise kink

pretzels - degradation kink

pistachios - somnophilia

raspberries - breeding kink

Rice Krispies - size kink

Snickers - ass play

sprinkles - toys

strawberries - bondage

strawberry syrup - mutual masturbation

walnuts - body worship

whipped cream - nipple play

white chocolate chips - dacryphilia

white chocolate syrup - aftercare

Drink

chocolate malt - established relationship

chocolate milkshake - friends to lovers

coke float - enemies to lovers

orange soda float - secret relationship

oreo milkshake - fake relationship

peanut butter milkshake - roommates

rootbeer float - exes

strawberry malt - coworkers

strawberry milkshake - best friend’s brother

vanilla milkshake - brother’s best friend

vanilla malt - strangers to lovers/meet cute

[real-total-drama-takes]

justice for courtney. no one ever talks about how fucked up everything that happened to her is

she started in tdi as a really sweet and polite girl who was maybe a little uptight and bossy sometimes, but she was never outright cruel or really crazy. then in basic straining she got together with duncan and got her first real taste of rebellion. she really enjoyed it and that moment sparked a lot of recklessness in her. then she got unfairly voted off. she didn't see duncan again until towards the very end of the season. she was away from him for half the season AFTER having something really bad and traumatic happen to her. she didn't have any friends on the playa des losers. she had no one to help her cope with what happened. so she got angry and violent and when harold showed up she started actively trying to hurt him. because she was upset and she didn't know how to handle it.

and then it got worse. in tda she starts acting really rude because of how stressed and paranoid she is. the showrunners are exploiting her affection for duncan to make her scared of the idea of him having a romantic relationship with gwen. so now she's even more volatile because she's scared of losing the person who mattered most to her on the cast. she tries so hard to make their relationship perfect that she rationalizes to herself that it's okay to give duncan a long ass list of everything she thinks he needs to change about himself. this obviously isn't okay to duncan. and she ends up losing his affection.

she's back in tdwt. and finally she starts building a real friendship with gwen. she can finally find comfort that doesn't come from duncan. and it's really healthy for her. then all of a sudden gwen kisses duncan, which destroy's courtney's relationships with both gwen and duncan. duncan doesn't even care about what he did to her. and gwen's remorseful, but she still stays with him. in one moment courtney lost the only two relationships that really mattered to her on the show. now she's even more inclined to violence. we see her get more and more obsessed with the idea of getting revenge to the point where she's willing to throw challenges, something that her normal challenge-driven self would have never even thought to do. at this point tdi courtney is completely gone. she loses again. she's voted off because no one really likes her or cares about her anymore.

by tdas she's kinda managed to get over the gwuncan situation but she's still really struggling to form meaningful relationships. but slowly over the season we see her finally do it. she rebuilds her friendship with gwen and has a cute romance with scott. things are finally going her way and it's looking like she could win the entire season. she makes it to the final five. and then sundae muddy sundae happens. because of one mistake courtney loses all the relationships she spent the entire season building. she gets voted off and no one cares.

justice for courtney. she was done so dirty since the first fucking season. she deserved to win tdas. she went through so much and she never got a single thing for it.

i miss courtney :(

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[zonadelcaos]

Resumen Onsoku Aka Chôchin 【音速赤ちょうちん】 - Diario de Dibujo

Extraído del live streaming Oficial del Sonic Team

El Izakaya “Onsoku Aka Chôchin” (Sonic Red Lantern / El Farolillo Rojo Sónico) se encuentra en algún lugar de Station Square. Es el lugar favorito del Sonic Team, y después del trabajo, los miembros habituales del equipo se reúnen para charlar plácidamente sobre los más recientes y futuros proyectos entre bebidas y aperitivos.

En esta ocasión traemos un resumen sobre una sección llamada "Picture Diary" donde conversan sobre el proyecto SONIC PICT, las ilustraciones que nos muestran situaciones cotidianas de Sonic y los demás, publicadas cada mes en redes sociales. Como cabeza del proyecto, Kazuyuki Hoshino, Director Creativo de la serie Sonic provee de pequeñas anécdotas del proceso de creación de varias ilustraciones y responde preguntas mandadas por los fans.

Febrero - El San Valentín de Cream

Como la niña pequeña que es, Cream se encuentra muy emocionada e ilusionada festejando su primer San Valentín y poder dar regalos por primera vez.

Cabe aclarar que, a diferencia de otros países, donde el 14 de febrero es principalmente una celebración para las parejas, en Japón es también una ocasión para demostrar afecto y aprecio a los amigos. La costumbre es que las chicas regalen chocolate a sus amigos.

Pregunta: ¿El que se ve detrás de Cheese es el Lobo Avatar (Buddy/Gadget) de Sonic Forces?

"Probablemente no...¿Quién será?"

Uno de las primeras ideas en bocetos fue este pero decidieron cambiarlo ya que no producía la expectación y emoción que esperaban. Después de todo, ya se sabía a quien iba dirigido el regalo.

Sin embargo, el regalo con forma de pez se conservó para el arte final ¿Cream habrá repartido regalos entre varios?

Marzo - Hanami de los Chaotix

El trío Chaotix disfruta de la primavera debajo de los cerezos en hanami.

Esta ilustración fue presentada en el Fan Meeting de Seul, por lo que lo diseñaron para que pudiera ser apreciada por cualquiera que no estuviera familiarizado con la cultura japonesa.

La taza y los odangos de Espio vienen de un fondo hecho anteriormente por Uekawa.

"Charmy en vez de te, bebe leche. Al ser un niño pequeño, probablemente piense que el te verde es muy amargo para el."

Abril - Todos admiran a su heroína de compras

"¿Qué es lo que está mirando Percival? En frente de ella hay un libro interesante, pero si seguís su mirada, en realidad ella está mirando...

¡La piruleta!

Su dulce favorito."

Pregunta: ¿Esta ilustración ocurre después de los eventos del juego?

"Eso es un secreto. Disfrutad imaginando con todas las posibilidades..."

El dibujo final es el boceto A, y este que sigue es el boceto B

"Los comentarios probablemente sean de Toyoda, mientras que la ilustracion corre a cargo de Karasuno"

Hablaron sobre la posibilidad de hacer otro libro de Life in Sonic's World (libro de arte que recopila el proyecto Sonic Pict 2019-2021).

Como productor Hoshino comentó que ahora mismo estaban muy ocupados con el desarrollo y lanzamiento de juegos, pero que ya había material suficiente para hacer otro libro.

Mayo - Chao Dôjô

Se pueden distinguir la personalidad entre los tipos de Chao por los detalles como las toallas.

Mientras que la toalla del Chao normal esta semidoblada, el del Hero Chao está doblada perfectamente y el del Dark Chao está tirada en el suelo.

La bolsa con la botella de agua también viene de un fondo de pantalla anterior.

En el streaming nos instan a buscar la imagen en la web del Sonic Channel. Por facilitar el trabajo, dejamos aquí la imagen.

Junio - Cumpleaños de Sonic

Pregunta: ¿Hubo alguna razón para usar bolas de helado tradicionales en vez del Chocolate Chip Sundae de Sonic Unleashed?

"Decidimos usar bolas de helado para mostrar una gran variedad de sabores"

Presentación SONIC PICT de Agosto

"Kawamura nos comentó que no solemos mostrar a los Flickies tan expresivos. Normalmente siempre solemos jugar con las expresiones de los Chao en los juegos, mientras que con los Flickies los mostramos en grupo o alguno de forma individual, pero en esta ilustración quisimos destacar la diferencia de personalidad entre Flickies"

Y eso es todo...

¡Por favor, id a saludar en el video original del Sonic Team en youtube para que nos puedan mostrar más cosas así en el futuro!

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Los resumenes del Onsoku Aka Chôchin están realizados por una persona que está en proceso de aprendizaje y no es hablante nativo japonés. Por lo tanto, existe la posibilidad de que puedan surgir errores o malinterpretaciones en la traducción. Aprecio tu comprensión y paciencia. Si encuentras algún error, por favor, no dudes en comentarlo. ¡Vamos progresando! Estoy en un proceso de aprendizaje constante y tu ayuda es muy valiosa ¡Gracias por tu apoyo!

Si también quieres apoyar el Onsoku Aka Chôchin y al Sonic Team en este proyecto, no olvides visitar el video original y también expresar tu apoyo por redes sociales, en la cuenta oficial de Sonic Official en twitter y visitar la web oficial del Sonic Channel

[hausofmamadas]

I have no idea why tf, or for what tf, or who tf I even wrote this for besides it came to me and I don’t know what else to do with it but share bc like I think it’s kinda funny and like gifs. So, yeah, here’s a thing sksksksks a drabble? as the real fanfic writers say??

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| Only good for a good time |

Character/Pairing: Isabella Bautista (heavily implied Isabella Bautista x Enedina Arellano Félix)

Word count: smol ~850

✷ TWs: the general stupidity of men none ✷

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Because a pretty face, dirt poor from Culiacan, can only possibly be good for one thing, right? If Isabella Bautista had like a lifestyle guru blog or a Wordpress diary or was like some kind of YouTube vlogger and/or Instagram influencer or god forbid, had a Tumblr, I feel like this would be an entry?? Regardless of the exact avenue, she is out here, screaming into the void of the internet about how her almost bestie and the rest of the world did her so beyond dirty and questioning what it means to be so damn sexy all the time. (You think I'm joking ... I promise you, this might actually be that shallow.)

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It was almost like every breakup I’d ever had. A pat on the ass, a “thanks for your time” and “be on your way.” Actually it was worse, because none of the dirtbags I ever dated had left a check to add insult to injury. Another thing this one had that those breakups didn’t? The worst part? The absolute and complete cherry on top of this shit sundae?

I didn’t. fucking. see it. coming.

In hindsight, I probably should have. I’d never worked with another woman before, so I kinda just chalked it up to that. Less dicks and egos to dance around and deal with. But if I think about it now, there were always three operating in the background, after hours, and things were going too well, working too smoothly, had too few headaches, too few fires to put out. That should’ve tipped me off. Because life is never so kind. I mean, they say you can’t have it all, right? I never used to believe that but I’m beginning to. Because a pretty face, dirt poor from Culiacan, can only possibly be good for one thing, right?

And yeah, I do like to have a good time, if your idea of a good time is watching endless reruns of El Derecho de Nacer with a seventy pound German shepherd, drooling, half-asleep in your lap. I guess I don't mind dancing either, but that always depends on the company you're with. (If you're ever in Colombia, I've got a number for este chulito viejito who ruined dancing for me because it's just not the same without him ...

... he made that much of an impression.) But people are always projecting things onto me based on my looks. Which isn’t actually my problem … but is still somehow my problem.

So, it’s a question I ask myself often. Is it worth it to be beautiful? And now, don’t even start because I already know what you’re thinking like qué debo ser tan loca, sí? Oh poor linda, bonita, chulita, fresita. How life must be so terrible and hard for you. Cry me a river, pendeja. Ya cállate alashingada pues and smile.

And look, I get it. It sounds nuts to be asking that question porque por supuesto que sí, que ser linda, lo vale la pena.

And you’re right. The answer to that question is "yes" ... in some ways. I mean, sure, it may have gotten me out of a ticket, paying a fine or two. And well, yeah, actually come to think of it, I’ve never paid for a drink in my life.

It’s also part of, but definitely not all (not even close) of what got me out of Sinaloa and onto bigger things. Tijuana, Colombia, beyond.

Because people are nicer to you if you’re pretty. They tend to give you things when you ask (for the right ones) nicely.

But (and there’s always one of those) when I replay every single leer, every joke some sleazeball cracked about how “Colombians love a girl with a fat ass,” every pair of hungry, beady eyes behind sunglasses slid down the bridges of their noses. When I replay all of that? Yeah. I wish wasn’t. Or at least, not in the way I am.

See, because as much as I admire and respect her, the most annoying thing about Di— scratch that. One of the most annoying things about Dina is that she’s beautiful too. Noticeably so. I mean hey, I certainly noticed. Hell, I wouldn’t have passed up the opportunity had we not been in business together. He probably thinks he taught me so much, but Miguel was right about one thing: business in lust or love is a Bad Idea. (Well that, aaaand had she not been so busy making eyes at that Snack of a sicario working for them, whose name I can never remember.)

(And really …. I can't blame her.)

(… Or him, for that matter.)

So yeah, she’s beautiful. And yet, still, somehow people always seem to take her seriously. And okay yes, she’s someone who does naturally command respect, sure. But hey! Newsflash! We’re not that fucking different!

How do you think we worked together so well in the first place?

I guess, maybe it’s that she’s beautiful in a way that’s honest and doesn’t make too much noise. Frankly, for the longest time, I always thought it was because of how she dressed, like in those unflattering, oversized tiger sweaters. And good god, that 80-year-old librarian’s polka-dotted suit jacket, the one that made her look like a kooky preschool teacher …

If preschool teachers came customized with a mouth that savage. (I don’t think they do.)

But that theory went right out the window. Because when I did that, no matter how hard I tried to make myself look hard, they still all saw the same thing. One Thing. (Except the One Person I might’ve actually wanted to see the One Thing. Then again, what’s that saying? Don’t shit where you eat? As I said, bad for business. Although, now that I think about it, maybe I should’ve thrown caution to the wind since the whole thing went to shit anyway. Oh well. Así es la vida.)

Oh, I’m not even gonna bother spelling it out for you. Don’t ask questions you already know the answer to. And you do already know what it is. Because it’s the One Thing you see too, isn’t it? I mean, isn’t it what you all came for in the first place?

[travelingtheusa]

SOUTH CAROLINA

2024 Oct 2 (Wed) – I just got back from 4 days in New York.  I saw the oncologist and the ophthalmologist.  I woke up on the morning I was due to see the eye doctor with my right eye inflamed.  He prescribed some eye drops and told me to come back in 2 weeks.  When I said I wouldn’t be here, he told me to seek out an ophthalmologist wherever I would be.

      Miranda contracted COVID so I didn’t get to stay with them.  Susan took me in.  It was an hour drive added on to go from Hampton Bays to any appointment.  I did stop by and grab Caiden and his friend, Xavier.  We went to Carvel for ice cream sundaes.  It was just an hour but I couldn’t stand the thought I would be in the area and didn’t see Caiden.

2024 Sep 28 (Sat) – Another beautiful day.  Some clouds floated by but it was mostly clear blue skies.  We went out to lunch at a barbeque place.  We did laundry.  We took a walk down the beach and over to a chicken place where we picked up some chicken tenders for dinner.

      I leave for New York tomorrow.  I was going to stay with Miranda but she told me she has COVID.  Ao I am going to stay with Susan.  It will be a quick trip – in on Sunday and out on Wednesday.  I was going to stay until Thursday but Paul made a mistake with our trip plans so I have to come back a day earlier.  I will be seeing the oncologist and the ophthalmologist.  I also got a call from our financial advisor asking for an annual review so I will be stopping by to see him, too.  I certainly hope I get to see Caiden.  I know he's excited about seeing me.

Sam called. Travis never came home. She has no idea where he is. I sent him a text message. He said he got gas but didn't say where he was. The whole situation is just weird.

2024 Sep 27 (Fri) – The skies are clear again.  The weather is pleasant.  We took a walk on the beach.  The water is higher and the waves are rough. We went to lunch at California Dreaming.  It is the exact duplicate of Carolina Roadhouse.  It was such a weird feeling to walk in and see everything exactly like it was at the other restaurant.  I asked the waiter if they were in the same chain and he said yes.  I guess it saves money if all the decorations are the same.

      Travis lost power at his house.  He called in a panic.  Trees are down.  The streets are blocked.  The power is out.  His phone can’t get a signal.  He was frantic.  He asked me to find a hotel in the area where they could go.  I tried several numbers but none were working.  When I told him that, he then asked me to find a gas station that is open where he could get gas for his generator.  I found a Love’s travel center and gave him the number.  He took off to get gas.  I don’t understand his obsession.  He should stay at home and take care of his family.

       Sam called later.  She said they were both at fault.  Neither of them filled their gas tank or bought food to stock up.  But she assured me they would be alright.  They live around the corner from a power station so she thinks they’ll get power back quickly.  All the neighbors were sitting out in the cul de sac and the kids were playing in the street.

2024 Sep 26 (Thu) – I am sitting here tonight listening to tornado warnings pop in on my phone.  It is very unsettling.  Hurricane Helene is just touching the “big bend” of Florida but its affects are impacting all the way up to Myrtle Beach in South Carolina.  It must be a very powerful storm.  I don’t like tornados.

      It rained on and off all day.  We went out to lunch at Dagwood’s Sandwich Shop.  Great sandwiches!  Then I dropped a package at the post office and we returned to hunker down in our camper.  Now we have to worry about a tornado headed this way.  I’m not going to sleep very well tonight.

2024 Sep 25 (Wed) – Well, everyone pulled out today and we are alone.  I spent last night looking at where musters are taking place around the country.  Paul lined up our route so we could join 3 of them.  It will be an interesting year.  

      We walked down to the Chicken Joint for lunch (it is in the campground), but it was closed.  So we walked down the beach to the resort next door.  I had a fried bologna sandwich and Paul had a Philly cheesesteak.  Both were very good.

      We pulled the blankets off the bed and took them to the laundry.  Sheba had gotten sick on the bed yesterday and even though Paul wiped off the vomit, I wanted the blankets washed.

2024 Sep 24 (Tue) – We all went down for breakfast at The Veterans Café & Grill.  It is a small restaurant operated by a veteran.  He has all kinds of memorabilia around the place.  It is a museum of artifacts – pictures, newspapers, uniforms, plaques, etc.  Phil & Karon, who live in Myrtle Beach, told us about the café and met us there.  We had SOS on toast.  It was great!

      We stopped at CVS on the way back to pick up Simvastatin for Paul.

2024 Sep 23 (Mon) – There was an invitation to go back to the sunrise on the beach this morning but we didn’t do it.  We ran some errands today.  Picked up some liquor and groceries at WalMart.  Had lunch at the Family Barn and dinner with the group at Carolina Roadhouse.  We took a walk down by the beach after the sun set.

2024 Sep 22 (Sun) – We all went down to the beach this morning, set up our camp chairs, and watched the sun come up.  We gathered at happy hour and simply sat back and enjoyed each other’s company..

2024 Sep 21 (Sat) – So, the national muster is over.  I have been installed as the president.  We have left the fairgrounds and moved on to Myrtle Beach where we are staying at Lakewood Camping Report.  This is a huge campground with over 1400 spots.  They have 12 bathhouses, a water park with a lazy river, and lots of activities.  There are golf carts driving all over the place, many with young people blasting music.  It is too busy for our taste but we are here with the Nomads chapter.  There are 9 couples here.  We are all decompressing after all the activities of the national.  The campground is right on the ocean beach.

      We gathered for happy hour at Joe & Diane’s rig.  We had a brief meeting, then went to dinner at Bonefish Grill.  After we came back, Paul & I did the laundry.  When we returned and got all the clothes put away, we walked down to the beach.  It was beautiful in the moonlight.

2024 Sep 20 (Fri) – The closing ceremony was tonight.  I gave a class today on chapter presidents & region directors.  There was a catered dinner.  We had the WIMS (Women in Military Service) chapter meeting and potluck today.  We had 4 new women show up.  The day was a whirl of activity.

      After dinner, we returned to our camper and sent out an email to a few friends, inviting them over for drinks.  They brought their libations and chairs, and we visited for 2 hours.  It was so nice to just sit and enjoy company without worrying about getting ready for some activity.  That’s what we missed most during this national muster.

2024 Sep 19 (Thu) – Still going like a bat out of hell!  I have been running around, keeping seminars on schedule and doing presidential stuff.  Paul has been taking pictures of everything going on.  We were able to run out today to quickly pick up a few things.  Sheba was out of food.

2024 Sep 17 (Tue) – So many crazy things have happened in the last few days.  The laptop updated and I lost my budget files.   After six days, I finally got through to the Carbonite online backup program we use and the agent was able to restore the 2024 budget.  This morning, I realized that the rest of my budget files were missing.  I will have to call the agent again.

      I have been appointed to put out an update sheet every day.  So, every night, no matter how tired I am, I have to sit and put together this publication about what’s happening tomorrow.  Ugh.

      There are many personalities here and some are more short tempered than others.  I am coping but they can sometimes be very trying.  We had a brown bag auction tonight.  The woman coordinating the auction kept putting things on the Missing Man Table.  That is a place of honor and I was highly annoyed at that.  I asked her assistant to remove the items 3 times.  She took them off each time but when the woman put the microphone on the table, I went over and removed it myself.

2024 Sep 15 (Sun) – Wow!  Have we been busy.  We arrived at the Exchange Park fairgrounds for the national muster with SMART on Wednesday, September 11.  From day one, we have plunged into activities.  The president fell ill and is not coming so I am acting president.  We attended the Nomads pre-muster meeting and potluck.  I swore in the new officers for the chapter. Tomorrow is the First Timers session where I will greet the new folks to SMART.  We had two people wind up going to the hospital.  One thought he had a stroke (he didn’t) and the other fell and hit his head.  He is currently in the hospital.

      Tonight, we went on a dinner cruise.  The weather has been crappy for the last few days – overcast and rainy.  Remnants of Hurricane Francine, I think.  There is also a front right off the coast that bringing in rainy weather as well.  The food was excellent and there was a musician playing great music.  There was some dancing.  I expected the boat to be rocky with waves and wind but it wasn’t.

2024 Sep 8 (Sun) – We met Travis and the boys at the house at 10:30 AM.  He led (and we followed) to the Cliffs Keowee Beach Club and lakeside beach.  It was an hour drive around winding roads.  The boys swam in the pool and lake.  Everyone enjoyed the lunch.  Then it was a rush back so Hudson could get to a birthday party at 2 PM.  Noah came back to the campground with us.  I napped.  He and Paul watched TV for an hour.  Then we turned around and drove back to Travis’ house.  We were supposed to go to the Omni, a high end buffet place at the Cliffs where he works.  Unfortunately, he found out they don’t do dinner on Sunday; only a brunch.  So we all went out to the Texas Roadhouse.  Afterwards, we all went back to the house for an hour.  Paul threw the football with Hudson.  Lincoln drew pictures.  Noah was sent to his room to do missing school work.  Sam and Travis were actually cordial to each other tonight.  No fighting, nasty comments, or snide remarks.  It was pleasant for once.

       Poor Sheba is so constipated.  She is crying and trying to poop but nothing is coming out.  We gave some lactulose to help.  Last time we did it, it was too much and she got diarrhea.  We’ll be more careful this time.

2024 Sep 7 (Sat) – We drove to the bowling alley to meet Travis, Noah and Hudson (Sam was bringing Lincoln to his first soccer game).  We arrived at 9 only to discover leagues didn’t start until 10.  So we drove down the road to a CVS and printed out some photos for the national muster.  We returned to the lanes at 10 and met Travis and the boys.  We watched them bowl, then we left to get Sheba and take her to the vet.  Her weight was down half a pound, her skin is dry and itchy, and she is having trouble with her back legs, her left leg on particular.  The vet examined her.  We talked about various causes and treatments.  The doc gave us gabapentin to give her for the pain of her arthritis.  She also recommended that we pick up some cosequin for her bones.  When done, we drove to PetSmart and picked up the cosequin and a scratching pad.  Travis was going out with friends tonight for his birthday, so we spent the night home.

      We gave Sheba the gabapentin at dinner time.  It was a capsule and we opened it to give her half of one.  Later, around 7 PM, she got up to walk to her dish and was weaving like a drunkard.  The medication really knocked her for a loop.  She won’t get that any more!

2024 Sep 6 (Fri) – Today was Travis’ birthday.  We went over after running a few errands – items for a gift basket at the muster, a birthday cake at Ingles, and something at Lowe’s.  We got to the house around 4:00 PM.  I called a pizza place and ordered some pizzas for dinner.  Sam picked them up on the way home from work.  Her parents came over and we all shared dinner and birthday cake.  Afterward, we watched a movie on the patio.  Everyone seemed to get along fine. 

2024 Sep 5 (Thu) – We worked around the rig yesterday.  Paul put new lights in around the rig and a new lock on the door.  I worked on items for the muster then made some omelet cups for breakfasts.

We went out to lunch at Chick-fil-A, stopped to pick up liquor, got some fuel, and shopped at Ingles.  We drove to the field where Hudson was having football practice.  Sam was there.  She thought we were going to be at the house so she left Lincoln and Noah home.  She and I talked for a bit.  There was a lot of complaining about Travis.  It’s funny about how they see the same situation in two totally different versions.  After practice, we went over the house and visited for a while.

2024 Sep 4 (Wed – 53rd Anniversary) – I slept very poorly last night.  Scenes of interaction with Travis kept playing out in my head.  Ways to try to reach him and convince him that he is out of control.  Ugh.  This is between him and his wife but I can’t help feeling helpless.

     Both of us forgot it was our anniversary today.  I got a note on my phone in the calendar.  I laughed and wished Paul a happy anniversary.  He confessed that he forgot.  So I had to confess that I did, too, until the phone told me so.  We laughed.

      What a day today.  I spent the morning working on things for the National Muster later this month.  Paul worked on building a slideshow for our caravan next year.  At 2 PM, Travis called and asked us to go over to the house and let the air conditioner repairman in the house.  So, we went over, let the repairmen in and waited until Travis came home.

      Travis and Sam had a fight last night.  A window got broken.  Travis got glass in his eye and had to go to the emergency room.  They both claim they have had enough yet neither will leave the house.  It is such a toxic situation.  Ugh.  We tried to talk to them but they have a long way to go.

2024 Sep 3 (Tue) – We pulled up stakes and left Heiskell, TN, at 9:50 a.m.  It was 185 miles to Duncan where we are camped at Beacon Ridge RV Park.  It is a new park with absolutely no amenities – not even a bathroom or an office.  The grass is struggling to come up and the campsites are gravel.  We have a pull-thru site with full hookups.  There are no trees.

      We left at 4:45 p.m. to drive to the Piedmont Athletic Complex to see Hudson play football.  This is his first year playing football, and just his second game.  I don’t think the coaches have taught football to beginners before.  They were run over by the other team who did weird things.  For instance, when they kicked a goal, the team lay down on the ground while the ball was kicked.  Hudson’s team would all gather in front of the goal post and wave their arms, jump, and yell to distract the kicker.  That didn’t do anything.  Also, Hudson’s team is not allowed to throw the ball.  I don’t understand that.  The other team scored a number of goals.  I’m sure it must have been disappointing for Hudson and his teammates.

      Travis contacted us to ask for the field where Hudson was playing.  Apparently, Sam wouldn’t give it to him.  He says they are going through a “rough patch.”  After hearing what Sam and her parents had to say, I am of the opinion that Travis has gone over the edge.  He is drinking heavily and says the most awful things to Sam.  She showed me emails Travis sent to her parents that was just disgusting.  I think Sam should kick him out and get divorced.  I am afraid that Travis is going to hurt someone.  He seems to have lost control.  Yet he was loving and chatty with us.  We met him at the field.  We kissed hello, chatted, and then he left.  Didn’t even stay to watch Hudson play.  Sam says he doesn’t go to any of the kids games, won’t pick them up from school, and won’t drop them off anywhere.  Don’t know what’s happened to him but this just doesn’t sound like Travis.

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Capítulo XXII: Los acuerdos de la locura

Todavía no había empezado a llover, pero el aire estaba húmedo, cargado. Desde el aserradero, podía escuchar los truenos en la distancia y cada vez pasaba menos tiempo entre uno y otro, indicando que la tormenta se dirigía hacia Morthal. 

El clima maridaba con su estado de ánimo, pues hacía días que una tormenta se había desatado en la vida de Seth. Hacía algo menos de una semana desde que se había encontrado a Joric a su regreso a la Guardia de Myr, su verdadera residencia en la Marca de Hjaal. Aunque al principio creyó tenerlo todo bajo control, Idgrod había tomado las riendas de la situación, desbaratando todos sus planes con una facilidad asombrosa. La incapacidad de retomar el control estaba haciendo mella en sus nervios, a tal punto que la ansiedad le impedía poner las ideas en orden. 

Sabía desde el principio que la desaparición de Joric lo cambiaría todo, pero no esperaba que lo hiciera de aquella forma. Quizá lo peor fue descubrir lo poco que le gustaba el nuevo orden de las cosas, revelado como una debilidad que le hacía sentir vergüenza. Intentaba rebelarse contra sí mismo y negar sus propias emociones, pero no podía; echaba de menos las cosas tal y como estaban antes. Extrañaba las tardes en casa de Alicent o de los Cuervo Viejo, tras el aserradero o en la taberna, los cuatro juntos hablando y jugando. Se había convencido de que lo odiaba, que solo lo hacía porque le convenía, pero no fue hasta que lo perdió que se dio cuenta del color que aquellos momentos daban a su día a día. Esa certeza, ese pinchazo de dolor en el pecho cada vez que pensaba en ello le hacía flaquear, cuestionarse cosas que ni debía ni podía poner en duda.

—¿Me has entendido, Athan? —preguntó Idgrod, con tono amenazante. 

Seth apretó la mandíbula, conteniendo la desesperación a duras penas. Idgrod no solo lo había empezado a tratar como a un extraño al que odiaba, sino que también se había cobrado la venganza. Lo había separado de Alicent hacía días, tras contarle a Lami todo lo ocurrido. Naturalmente, esta la había atado en corto, prohibiendo cualquier contacto con él. Además la mujer no se andaba con juegos pues, cuando intentó verla en la Cabaña del Taumaturgo, lo había echado de allí sin vacilar, a pesar de las lágrimas y las súplicas de su hija. 

No contenta con haberle quitado a Alicent, ahora Idgrod también quería quitarle la empuñadura de la daga de Mehrunes. 

—Estás siendo ridícula —replicó con dureza—. Idgrod, los nigromantes atacarán Morthal en cualquier momento. ¿No te basta con que haya muerto tu hermano? Hacernos caer a todos no hará que Joric vuelva. 

Idgrod abrió los ojos de par en par, no hacía falta ser un genio para saber que había metido el dedo en la llaga. Para su disgusto, ella se recompuso con rapidez y le miró con una determinación fría que supo que no podría romper. 

—Mi hermano no está muerto. Devuélvemelo, Seth. Quédate con la estúpida daga si quieres, pero devuélveme a Joric. Y luego, déjanos en paz. 

Rodó los ojos, aprovechando el gesto para escapar de la mirada furiosa de Idgrod. Aunque carecía de pruebas, Idgrod tenía la convicción de que Joric estaba vivo y en sus garras. Parecía que el tiempo que habían pasado juntos no había servido para nada; ante la primera sospecha, Idgrod aceptó con una facilidad absurda que él era el villano de aquella historia. No tenía claro qué le molestaba más, si esta actitud o lo certera que había sido su intuición. Ya ni siquiera podía encontrar paz en su refugio, la presencia de Joric, a quien había sido incapaz de matar incluso tras descubrir que había besado a su Alicent, era un recordatorio de su torpeza y su debilidad. 

—Estás loca, Idgrod —contestó, cansado—. ¿En qué idioma te tengo que decir que no sé dónde está para que lo entiendas? 

—Ya sabes a qué atenerte —dijo Idgrod con seriedad. Seth se obligó a mirarla; seguía mostrando el mismo arrojo que antes—. Si este Sundas Joric no ha vuelto y no me has traído la empuñadura, le contaré todo a mi madre. 

Seth solo le temía a su propia madre, pero una madre que además era jarl era otra cosa diferente. La ira de una madre que también era jarl no solo pondría en peligro su plan, sino también su propio estilo de vida. Sintió que estaba a punto de perder la paciencia, algo que no podía permitirse, así que resopló con fuerza y la miró con dureza. 

—Como quieras, Idgrod. 

Todavía no había salido del pueblo cuando empezó la tormenta. La lluvia comenzó a caer de un momento a otro, tan abundante y con tanta fuerza que lo obligó a esperar a que amainara. Seth se refugió en el cementerio, bajo un viejo pino frondoso, con la esperanza de no encontrar a nadie allí; tras el encuentro con Idgrod, no estaba de humor para socializar. En la soledad, empezó a rumiar todo lo que había ocurrido en la última semana. 

—Todo esto para nada —masculló para sí mismo con rabia.

Se dejó llevar por las emociones y pateó una pequeña piedra que salió disparada hacia adelante. Aunque la niebla no había recuperado su anterior densidad, la lluvia caía con tanta fuerza que Seth no podía ver mucho más allá de su refugio bajo el árbol. 

El primer trueno cayó sobre el pueblo. Lo hizo tan cerca del cementerio que Seth se asustó. Todavía tenía la mano sobre el corazón cuando una figura salió del manto de lluvia y accedió a su refugio bajo el árbol. Lo que me faltaba, pensó al reconocer al peregrino chiflado que había conocido en su primer día.

Don Dogma se irguió. El pelo le caía empapado por la cara, liso por culpa del peso del agua, y era tan alto que parte de su frente se hundía entre las primeras ramas del pino, aunque esto no pareció molestarle. De hecho, parecía estar de buen humor.  

—Vaya, vaya —saludó canturreando—, mira a quién tenemos aquí. ¿No es verdad que el mundo gira?

Seth resopló y lo miró desafiante.

—¿No hay más árboles en el pueblo, Dogma? No estoy de humor. 

Don Dogma rio pausadamente, antes de estirar una sonrisa que a Seth le pareció algo siniestra. 

—Si el mundo gira, el loco mira, chico.  

—Hablo en serio —insistió Seth—. No tengo tiempo para tus juegos. 

Como si pudieras ir a otra parte, dijo la voz de su cabeza. Seth cerró los ojos unos segundos, tratando de reunir algo de paciencia. Cuando los volvió a abrir, Don Dogma se estaba inclinado sobre él y sus ojos azules lo contemplaron, cargados de diversión. Algunas agujas del pino se habían prendido a su pelo, dándole un aspecto peculiar. 

—Que me dejes en paz —avisó de nuevo, anticipándose al loco. 

—¡Ah! —Don Dogma se volvió a erguir y posó una mano sobre el pecho con dramatismo. Sobre sus cabezas se escuchó un nuevo trueno, uno tan fuerte que a Seth le pareció que el suelo temblaba—. ¿Pero qué qué oyen mis ojos? Un río de tristeza, una cascada de rabia. Como se suele decir, “cierro una puerta y abro una ventana”, ¿será así?.

Seth tomó aire por la nariz y lo expulsó lentamente por la boca, mientras se pellizcaba el puente de la nariz. Había quien encontraba encanto en la locura, pero no era el caso. 

—Si vas a decir algo, dilo de una vez —exigió. 

—No hay ningún pino bajo el que refugiarse en tu interior, ¿no es cierto?

Se tensó al darse cuenta de que el peregrino parecía estar al tanto de algo. 

—¿Qué sabrás tú? —replicó a la defensiva, repentinamente intimidado—. Solo eres un loco. 

—¡JA! —gritó Don Dogma, quien parecía divertirse con todo aquello—. Tal vez algo, no lo niego. Pero no me negarás que, a veces, un loco puede ver lo que obvia un sabio. Veamos si estoy en lo cierto. —Don Dogma volvió a inclinarse sobre él y sus ojos azules volvieron a clavarse en los propios, con semejante intensidad que le arrancó un escalofrío—. Te sientes atrapado, ¿no es así? Entre lo que deberías ser y lo que deseas ser.

Seth parpadeó un par de veces, perplejo. Luego soltó una risa seca, sintiendo que estaba a punto de perder los papeles. La magia calentaba sus manos, movida por su subconsciente. La rabia acumulada quería escapar por algún lado y la osadía de aquel tipejo le estaba provocando hasta el extremo.

—¿Has venido a burlarte de mí, viejo? —dijo de malas formas, dando un paso hacia él para encararlo. 

—Pues a lo mejor —respondió Don Dogma sin tacto, sin dejarse amedrentar—. Depende de ti. ¿Serás honesto conmigo, Seth? —su tono, hasta entonces chillón, cambió de forma abrupta a uno más grave—. Porque si lo eres, yo podría hacer algo por ti. 

Seth tragó saliva e hizo un acopio de fuerzas para no retroceder el paso que acababa de cortar. Frunció el ceño, mirándolo con desconfianza, analizándolo. Había algo extraño en él, algo que no había sentido hasta el momento y que no fue capaz de identificar.

—¿Qué vas a poder hacer tú por mi? —replicó con inseguridad. 

Don Dogma chasqueó la lengua varias veces mientras negaba con lentitud. 

—Primero cuéntame qué calienta tanto ese frío corazón tuyo. Y tal vez, solo tal vez, puede que te abra una ventana. 

—No sé de qué me hablas —insistió, desviando la mirada. 

—Ah, ¿no? —Don Dogma se miró las uñas con los dedos encogidos sobre la palma de la mano—. ¿Y qué hay de esa joven virginal con aroma a lirios? ¿O de la sabia chica con ojos de calamar? ¿Qué es del valiente joven que se atrevió a tratarte como a un igual? Hasta el más fuerte puede quebrarse si se le quita lo que más anhela. 

Seth retrocedió un paso. La cercanía resultaba incómoda y, de algún modo, aquel peregrino lo había logrado intimidar. Sabía demasiado. 

—Cállate —ordenó, cuando sus preguntas hicieron diana en sus sentimientos. Hasta él mismo se dio cuenta de lo evidente que era el dolor en su voz, y se avergonzó cuando Don Dogma sonrió burlón; él también lo había notado—. ¡No tienes ni idea de quién soy! ¡No sabes nada! 

La diversión volvió a brillar de un modo siniestro en los ojos del orate. 

—¡JA! ¿Acaso sabes tú quién eres tú? —Seth dudó ante su pregunta y Don Dogma siguió tras dedicarle una sonrisilla traviesa—. Sin duda, la sombra del padre es larga, pero ahora has visto un mundo diferente. Ahora se ha encendido un fuego que no has sabido controlar, que arde y consume todo a su paso, dejándote expuesto y vulnerable. ¿Qué harás para extinguirlo?

Seth retrocedió de nuevo, de espaldas, y chocó contra el tronco del árbol. La vibración del golpe provocó que las gotas que se habían filtrado entre las agujas del pino cayeran sobre ambos. Seth se quedó apoyado en el árbol, agotado.  

—Todo era más fácil antes de mudarme aquí… —reconoció al fin, derrotado por aquel extraño que parecía saber todo de él. Bajó la mirada hacia el suelo, donde las hojas caídas se mezclaban con el barro—. Nunca había tenido nada igual, pero con ellos… —Su voz tembló—. Ellos son unos críos. Alicent, Joric… incluso Idgrod. No entiendo por qué, aun sabiendo eso, me molesta tanto perderlos. Sobre todo a Alicent. Es… era… No sé. La echo de menos —admitió, sorbiendo su nariz. 

Alzó la mirada a tiempo de ver a Don Dogma asentir lentamente, mientras lo miraba con una comprensión que a Seth le pareció condescendiente.

—Ah, la herida del primer amor —comentó volviendo la vista al cielo. Pareció que le respondía, ya que cayó un nuevo trueno más fuerte que el anterior—. Y los amigos, ¿qué decir de ellos? Cuántos buscan un tesoro y encuentran una puñalada. Pero el amor, ese es el corte más profundo.

Seth suspiró y se apartó el pelo de la frente. Hablar con aquel hombre era agotador, para entonces se le hacía obvio que había sentido en sus sinsentidos, pero encontrarlo requería estar leyendo constantemente entre líneas. Ni siquiera entendía cómo había llegado al punto de seguirle el juego en lugar de largarse.  

—¿Te ha pasado? —preguntó al fin, intentando apartar el foco de la conversación de sí mismo.

La expresión de Don Dogma se apagó por un instante.

—Todavía extraño esas comidas familiares. Pero, volviendo al asunto que nos concierne, ¿deseas verla? A tu bella-dama, por supuesto. No va a ser a la mía. 

Seth asintió.

—Claro que quiero verla, pero no puedo.

Los ojos del peregrino brillaron y, una vez más, estiró esa sonrisa que le hacía estremecer. 

—Mañana al alba Lami no estará en la tienda de pociones, aprovecha la oportunidad, pues no habrá otra —dijo, cumpliendo con su palabra. 

Seth parpadeó un par de veces, asimilando lo que Don Dogma acababa de revelar. Lo miró fijamente; había algo raro en él, más allá de su excéntrica actitud.

—¿Quién eres? ¿Qué quieres de mí? ¿Te envía mi padre?—exigió saber, con la seguridad de que aquel extraño estaba allí por algo. 

Don Dogma le dedicó una nueva sonrisa, enigmática y un tanto lunática, que le volvió a poner los pelos de punta. La lluvia se hizo más fuerte, tanto que el sonido de esta al chocar contra el suelo hizo imposible oír nada más. El agua empezó a fluir hacia ellos, amenazando con inundar la zona en cuestión de minutos. Seth miró hacia el suelo al sentir la humedad en un pie. De alguna forma, el agua había logrado atravesar su bota izquierda. 

—Mierda —se quejó. 

Levantó la barbilla para mirar otra vez a Don Dogma, solo para comprobar que ya no estaba allí.

Idgrod maldijo una vez más su mala suerte. Se había quedado un rato más tras el aserradero, después de encarar a Seth, y la tormenta empezó antes de que pudiera volver a casa. Últimamente pasaba allí las tardes, refugiándose en la nostalgia. En menos de una semana había perdido a su hermano, pero también a Alicent, aunque ella siguiera a salvo en el pueblo. El dolor era tan grande que, en ocasiones, tenía la sensación de que también iba a perder la cordura.

Llevaba media hora esperando a que dejara de llover, pero, lejos de amainar, la lluvia había empezado a caer con más fuerza. La luz del atardecer la hizo consciente de que no tendría más remedio que mojarse. No quería llegar tarde a casa, no se lo podía permitir desde que Joric no estaba. Desde ese día, sus padres se ponían muy nerviosos cuando oscurecía y ella todavía no había llegado. Tanto que Idgrod podía dar gracias por no tener un guardia vigilándola todo el tiempo. 

Miró hacia el cielo encapotado e infló las mejillas, antes de echar a correr bajo la lluvia abrazada a su bolsa, para proteger sus libros del agua. Apenas había avanzado unos metros cuando frenó en seco para evitar chocar contra una figura que apareció de la nada entre la niebla y la lluvia. Lo miró con sorpresa, olvidando por un instante que estaban bajo un diluvio. Sus ojos se llenaron de lágrimas contra su voluntad cuando reconoció a Don Dogma. No pudo evitarlo, pues por un momento tuvo la esperanza de que fuera su hermano.  

—Parece que hoy no se sirve ni una sonrisa en todo el pueblo —observó Don Dogma, mientras sacudía la cabeza. 

—Don Dogma, no es un buen momento. Tengo que… 

—Paparruchas —la cortó, sacudiendo una mano—, ¿o acaso no sientes la lluvia calando tus huesos? ¿¡Qué mejor momento para hablar de amor!? La distancia duele, ¿no es así, jovencita? —preguntó, atrapándola con la guardia baja. 

—Esto no tiene nada que ver con el amor —replicó, creyendo que lo preguntaba por sus lágrimas. Trató de limpiarlas, rindiéndose al darse cuenta de que, en realidad, no se diferenciaban demasiado de  las gotas de lluvia que ya resbalaban por su cara—. He perdido a mi hermano, mi mejor amiga me odia por intentar protegerla, y… y encima todos estamos en peligro —confesó.

—Como dijo un sabio una vez, una aventura es más divertida si huele a peligro —canturreó. 

Idgrod parpadeó un par de veces, confusa. No había escuchado nunca un ritmo igual. Aquello la deprimió incluso más; incluso se habían compuesto nuevos versos como prueba de que el mundo seguía avanzando, sin importarle la desaparición de su hermano. 

Don Dogma, por su parte, parecía ajeno a la lluvia que para ese entonces ya los había empapado a ambos. De la nada, sacó una onza de queso del bolsillo y se la ofreció.

—¿Quieres?

Idgrod miró el queso, evitando una mueca de asco por educación. Estaba mojado y tenía unas cuantas pelusas, por haber estado en el bolsillo del hombre. Negó una vez, antes de mirar en dirección al puente que conectaba el aserradero y la Cabaña del Taumaturgo con el resto del pueblo y se abrazó aún más a su bolsa.  

—Tengo que irme pero, ¿me aceptas un consejo? Vete del pueblo mientras puedas, es el peor momento para estar en Morthal. El peligro está al caer. Ahora… —parpadeó, perpleja— ¿Don Dogma? 

Don Dogma la estaba ignorando. Se había puesto a palpar sus bolsillos con urgencia, buscando algo. Tras un par de vueltas sobre sí mismo se giró hacia ella y la miró con gesto acusatorio. 

—¿Dónde está mi queso? ¿Lo has cogido tú?

Aquello fue la gota que colmó el vaso. Hacía días que tenía las emociones a flor de piel, aunque intentaba mantener la compostura delante de sus vecinos y, sobre todo, de sus padres. Por algún motivo, aquella tontería la hizo romperse. 

—¡Esto no es un juego! —gritó, frustrada, y sus ojos se volvieron a llenar de lágrimas—. ¡No lo entiendes! Confié en Seth en vez de hacerle caso a mi hermano y ahora él le ha hecho algo. Y unos nigromantes atacarán Morthal, y… y…

Se sorbió la nariz, enmudecida por el gesto del peregrino. Quedó pasmada al reconocer a través de sus ojos nublados por las lágrimas el desdén y el hastío en la cara de su acompañante. Aquella era la primera vez que lo veía actuar así, sin sandeces, sin sonrisas ni chistes.

—Malditos sean tus ojos de calamar, Idgrod. ¿Te han dicho alguna vez que eres realmente molesta?

—¿Qué? —preguntó en un hilo de voz que apenas se escuchó sobre el sonido de la lluvia. 

—¿Conoces el quinto acuerdo de la locura? —preguntó de pronto, recuperando la sonrisa pero de una forma diferente, más macabra— ¡Qué divertido enigma! Si los humanos dicen la verdad, pero los daedra mienten, ¿quién es qué? 

—¿Y eso qué importa ahora? —preguntó, alzando la voz. 

Empezó a temblar. La lluvia le había calado ya la ropa y los huesos, y el viento no hacía más que empeorar la situación. 

—Responde a mi acertijo, niña —ordenó Don Dogma, poniendo los brazos en jarra—. Hazlo bien y quizá te revele la verdad sobre el paradero de tu hermano: Un forastero llega a la villa de Morthal y dice ser inofensivo, ¿quién puede ser?

Idgrod comprendió entonces que, al parecer, Don Dogma sabía algo de Seth y también de Joric. 

—¿Qué sabes de ellos? 

—Ah-ah-ah. Primero debes responder —respondió el peregrino con un tono que le pareció amenazante.

Sintió la tentación de rodearlo e irse de allí de una vez, pero la posibilidad de descubrir algo sobre el paradero de Joric se lo impidió. Apretó los labios, pensando en la adivinanza. ¿Me intenta decir algo sobre Seth? La cuchilla de Mehrunes, su afición por todo lo relacionado con los daedra, ¿era posible que el chico fuera un adorador de los daedra? No era tan disparatado pues, según tenía entendido, en Markarth había unos cuantos. 

—Humano o daedra, puede ser cualquier cosa —dijo al fin, mirándolo con sospecha—. ¿Qué me intentas decir? 

—Espera, aún hay más. Tanto humanos como daedra pueden estar… ¡LOCOS! —gritó de pronto elevando los brazos hacia el cielo, como si se tratara de una noticia estupenda—. Mientras que los cuerdos dicen la verdad, los locos mienten. ¿Lo entiendes?

Idgrod asintió.

—Entonces, ¿qué me dirías si te confieso que soy un daedra loco?

—Pues… —Lo miró con recelo, mientras pensaba la solución; le llevó algo más de tiempo, ya que la nueva cláusula complicaba la adivinanza—. Podrías ser un humano loco que cree que es un daedra, o… un daedra loco que cree que miente.

—¿Así respondes a la presentación de un dios, niña? —preguntó Don Dogma, con una sonrisa maliciosa. 

El peregrino puso los brazos en cruz y, entonces, un rayo cayó sobre él, deslumbrando a Idgrod, que se tapó los ojos con el antebrazo por impulso. Cuando volvió a mirar hacia él, asustada, comprobó con asombro que el rayo no le había hecho nada. O casi nada, ya que una nueva onza de queso se había materializado sobre su mano. 

—Oh, aquí estaba —comentó con emoción, antes de darle un bocado para, después, tirarlo al suelo. 

Idgrod retrocedió unos pasos, tratando de entender lo qué estaba pasando. Repasó con rapidez cada conversación, cada gesto de Don Dogma; solo un minuto más tarde sus ojos se ensancharon al caer en la cuenta.

—Dogma —susurró con horror, mientras el peregrino rompió a reír de forma histérica—. Madgod —añadió, reculando un paso más—. Eres… Eres Sheogorath… 

—¡BIEN, BIEN, BIEN! ¡REQUETEBIÉN! ¡HAS ACERTADO! 

Don Dogma dio una vuelta sobre sí mismo antes de avanzar hacia Idgrod, que se había quedado paralizada por el miedo. Tocó su frente con ambos dedos y, entonces, fue como si el mundo se desvaneciera a su alrededor. Sus ojos se opacaron, su cuerpo cayó sobre el suelo enfangado y, entonces, comenzó a convulsionar.  De su boca empezó a salir espuma, y Don Dogma se inclinó sobre ella, riendo mientras la miraba con ojos divertidos. 

—Ah, míranos ahora, pequeña Idgrod. Como si fuera otra de tus visiones, aquí están dos locos, un humano y un daedra. 

[jlilycorbie]

One thing that continually bothers me: how dependent on chocolate most ice cream parlors and novelties are in the United States.

Or at least in my area of the US, I'm not an expert on this stuff.

I was complaining about this over the weekend, about how chocolate is great and I like it but I don't need or want it in all the things, and how very much I'd love an ice cream parlor that focuses on fresh fruits and seasonal flavors.

And so I came up with an idea for my own ice cream parlor, probably with a fairy or unicorn theme? Maybe enchanted forest? And then I spent days coming up with ice cream flavors and sundaes for my parlor (and also talking about cannibalism, particularly medical cannibalism, but that's another story).

I figure there'd be a set of always available flavors. Like chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry are required. Maybe matcha? Something coffee based, probably. And all of the always available flavors would also be available in dairy-free and nut-free options. And I've heard how hard it is to find gluten-free chocolate ice cream, so definitely gluten-free options, too.

But the real stars here are the sundaes. There'd be the regularly available flavors and seasonal flavors of ice cream along with a variety of basic and seasonal fruits and toppings. You could build your own, or we'd have a selection of menu offerings. Everything would be topped with whipped cream, of course, except when it's got something like marshmallow fluff instead.

We'd have to have a whole variety of splits. Like, what am I even doing having a fruit-focused ice cream parlor without banana splits?

Including a banana split with dulce de leche ice cream, salted almonds, and hot fudge (because chocolate is still allowed, it just won't be in or on everything).

Or a peach split with roasted peaches, cinnamon ice cream, toasted oat crumble with walnuts or pecans, and brown sugar syrup.

Or a mango split with cardamom ice cream, salted cashews, and browned butter rum sauce.

An apple split with cinnamon roasted apples, vanilla ice cream, almonds, toffee bits, and caramel or butterscotch syrup.

Since it's fairy or enchanted forest themed, I'd want to include floral and herbal flavors, too.

Like for summer, I'd need vanilla lime ice cream with fresh watermelon with mint and lime juice and house-made strawberry syrup.

A warm sugar cookie topped with lemon lavender ice cream and fresh blueberry syrup.

Hibiscus ice cream with strawberry swirl.

Earl Grey ice cream with blackberries and chocolate lavender syrup (maybe with pound cake or a sugar cookie?)

For spring into summer, we could have fresh raspberries and mangoes with matcha ice cream and strawberry syrup.

For early autumn, we could have a peanut butter blondie with honey ice cream, fresh grapes, and peanut butter sauce.

From Halloween to Thanksgiving, we could have pumpkin ice cream with cranberry syrup, toasted pecans, and marshmallow fluff .

For deep winter, something with a clever name referencing Persephone with smoked vanilla ice cream with a clementine curd swirl, pomegranate syrup and fresh arils, and salted pistachios.

And for the people who really want a lot of chocolate, a chili pepper brownie with dark chocolate cinnamon ice cream with cocoa nibs topped with espresso hot fudge and chocolate shavings.

Those are my ideas from the last week (no name for this imaginary place, of course, because I'm terrible at naming things). I still need more ideas that include raspberries, blackberries, apricots, pineapples, and...so many other fruits. Pears. Plums.

I might have to make some of these sundaes for myself sometime.

[brookston]

Holidays 7.7

Holidays

All You Need Is Love Day

Andean Condor Day

ASB Young People’s Day (UK)

Bonza Bottler Day

Bungie Day

Cherry Dy (French Republic)

Comic Book Day

Double Seven Day (China)

Family Day (Lesotho)

Father-Daughter Take A Walk Together Day

Fishermen’s Day (Marshall Islands)

George Town Heritage Day (Malaysia)

Global Forgiveness Day

International Oola Day

International Peace & Love Day

International Ponytail Day

International Soil Conversation Day

Ivan Kupala Day (Belarus, Poland, Russia, Ukraine)

Kharchi Puja (Tripura, India)

Kinderfest (Children’s Day; Switzerland)

National Day of Rock ’n’ Roll

National Dora Day

National Greshun Day

National Koi Day

National Zombie Day

Running of the Bulls begins (Fiesta de San Fermin; Pamplona, Spain) [thru 7.14]

Saba Saba Day (Tanzania)

Seven Deadly Sins Day

Seven Seven (UK)

Tanabata (Star Festival; Japan)

Tell the Truth Day

Tribute 7/7 (Texas)

Unity Factory Day (Yemen)

World Byproduct Day

World Kiswahili Language Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Eat A Vegetable You've Never Tried Before Day

International Beer Sommelier Day

National Dive Bar Day [Also 2nd Friday in April]

National Krimpet Day

National Macaroni Day

National Strawberry Sundae Day

World Chocolate Day

World Mango Day

1st Friday in July

Alice Springs Show Day [1st Friday]

Comic Sans Day [1st Friday]

Drive Your Corvette to Work Day [Friday closest to 6.30]

Ra o te Ui Ariki (Cook Islands) [1st Friday]

Roswell UFO Days begin [1st Friday, thru Sunday]

Ways With Words Festival of Words and Ideas begins (UK) [1st Friday]

Independence Days

Adonia (Declared; 2020) [unrecognized]

Solomon Islands (from UK, 1978)

Feast Days

Æthelburh of Faremoutiers (Christian; Saint)

Aphrodisia (Bathing festival of Aphrodite & Peitho, goddess of persuasion; Ancient Greece)

Benedict XI, Pope (Christian; Saint)

Cannelloni Day (Pastafarian)

Caprotina (Ancient Roman Female Slave Festival)

Consualia (Ancient Roman Harvest Festival)

Count the Holes in Your Colander Day (Pastafarian)

Dog-Lion Beast (Muppetism)

Edelburga of Kent (Christian; Saint)

Felix of Nantes (Christian; Saint)

Feriae Ancillarum (Old Roman Maid's Day Out)

Fledh Ghoibhnenn (Feast of Goibhniu, Celtic Brewer of the “Beer of Immortality”)

St. Francis of Assisi (Positivist; Saint)

Hedda, Bishop of the West Saxons (Christian; Saint)

Illidius (Christian; Saint)

Job of Maniava (Christian; Saint)

Marc Chagall (Artology)

No’man (Muppetism)

Nonae Caprotinae (Nones of the Wild Fig, honoring Juno Caprotina, a.k.a. Festival of the Handmaidens; Ancient Rome)

Nones of July (Ancient Rome)

Job of Manyava (Ukrainian Orthodox Church)

Pantaenus, Father of the Church (Christian; Saint)

Parlia (Festival for the Pales for Larger Animals; God of the Herds; Ancient Rome) [also 4.21]

Rumilia (Ancient Rome)

Tanabata (Lovers of the Milky Way; Pagan)

Willibald (Catholic Church)

X-Day (Approximate; Church of the SubGenius)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Shakku (赤口 Japan) [Bad luck all day, except at noon.]

Umu Limnu (Evil Day; Babylonian Calendar; 31 of 60)

Premieres

The Adventures of Pinocchio, by Carlo Collodi (Novel; 1881)

All You Need Is Love Day, by The Beatles (Song; 1967)

But I’m a Cheerleader (Film; 2000)

Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas: A Savage Journey to the Heart of the American Dream, by Hunter S. Thompson (Novel; 1972)

First Knight (Film; 1995)

Give Peace a Chance, by John Lennon (Song; 1969)

The Grand Illusion, by Styx (Album; 1977)

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows — Part 2 (UK Film; 2011) [#8]

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (UK Film; 2009) [#6]

Here Comes the Sun recorded, by The Beatles (Song; 1969)

Images and Words, by Dream Theater (Album; 1992)

Lethal Weapon 2 (Film; 1989)

Live and Let Die, by Paul McCartney & Wings (Song; 1973)

Mickey Steps Out (Disney Cartoon; 1931)

Monsters at Work (Animated YV Series; 2021)

More Songs About Buildings and Food, by Talking Heads (Album; 1978)

My Prayer, by The Platters (Song; 1956)

Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest (Film; 2006)

Ryan’s Hope (Soap Opera; 1975)

Scary Movie (Film; 2000)

Spider-Man: Homecoming (Film; 2017)

Stunt, by Barenaked Ladies (Album; 1998)

Stupor Duck (WB LT Cartoon; 1956)

Summer Magic (Film; 1963)

Three Tenors, by Plácido Domingo, José Carreras and Luciano Pavarotti (Live Album; 1990)

Weekend at Bernie’s (Film; 1989)

You Oughta Know, by Alanis Morissette (Song; 1995)

Today’s Name Days

Edda, Firmin, Willibald (Austria)

Nedelcho, Nedelya, Nedyalka, Nedyalko (Bulgaria)

Goran, Klaudije, Odon, Vilibald, Vilko (Croatia)

Bohuslava (Czech Republic)

Villebaldus (Denmark)

Koidu, Koidula (Estonia)

Klaus, Launo (Finland)

Raoul (France)

Edda, Firmin, Willibald (Germany)

Dominica, Cyriaca, Iria, Kiriaki, Kuriakis, Kyriake, Kyriaki, Ria (Greece)

Apollónia (Hungary)

Apollonio, Claudio, Edda (Italy)

Alda, Aline, Elita, Maruta (Latvia)

Estera, Sangailas, Vilgailė (Lithuania)

Håvard, Hulda (Norway)

Antoni, Benedykt, Cyryl, Estera, Kira, Metody, Piotr, Pompejusz, Sędzisława, Wilibald (Poland)

Chiriachi (Romania)

Oliver (Slovakia)

Fermín (Spain)

Klas (Sweden)

Ralph, Randall, Randolph, Randi, Randy, Raoul, Raul, Rogelio, Roger (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 188 of 2024; 177 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 5 of week 27 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Duir (Oak) [Day 26 of 28]

Chinese: Month 5 (Wu-Wu), Day 20 (Bing-Yin)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 18 Tammuz 5783

Islamic: 18 Dhu al-Hijjah 1444

J Cal: 8 Lux; Oneday [1 of 30]

Julian: 24 June 2023

Moon: 76%: Waning Gibbous

Positivist: 20 Charlemagne (7th Month) [St. Francis of Assisi]

Runic Half Month: Feoh (Wealth) [Day 9 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 17 of 94)

Zodiac: Cancer (Day 17 of 31)

[brookstonalmanac]

Holidays 7.7

Holidays

All You Need Is Love Day

Andean Condor Day

ASB Young People’s Day (UK)

Bonza Bottler Day

Bungie Day

Cherry Dy (French Republic)

Comic Book Day

Double Seven Day (China)

Family Day (Lesotho)

Father-Daughter Take A Walk Together Day

Fishermen’s Day (Marshall Islands)

George Town Heritage Day (Malaysia)

Global Forgiveness Day

International Oola Day

International Peace & Love Day

International Ponytail Day

International Soil Conversation Day

Ivan Kupala Day (Belarus, Poland, Russia, Ukraine)

Kharchi Puja (Tripura, India)

Kinderfest (Children’s Day; Switzerland)

National Day of Rock ’n’ Roll

National Dora Day

National Greshun Day

National Koi Day

National Zombie Day

Running of the Bulls begins (Fiesta de San Fermin; Pamplona, Spain) [thru 7.14]

Saba Saba Day (Tanzania)

Seven Deadly Sins Day

Seven Seven (UK)

Tanabata (Star Festival; Japan)

Tell the Truth Day

Tribute 7/7 (Texas)

Unity Factory Day (Yemen)

World Byproduct Day

World Kiswahili Language Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Eat A Vegetable You've Never Tried Before Day

International Beer Sommelier Day

National Dive Bar Day [Also 2nd Friday in April]

National Krimpet Day

National Macaroni Day

National Strawberry Sundae Day

World Chocolate Day

World Mango Day

1st Friday in July

Alice Springs Show Day [1st Friday]

Comic Sans Day [1st Friday]

Drive Your Corvette to Work Day [Friday closest to 6.30]

Ra o te Ui Ariki (Cook Islands) [1st Friday]

Roswell UFO Days begin [1st Friday, thru Sunday]

Ways With Words Festival of Words and Ideas begins (UK) [1st Friday]

Independence Days

Adonia (Declared; 2020) [unrecognized]

Solomon Islands (from UK, 1978)

Feast Days

Æthelburh of Faremoutiers (Christian; Saint)

Aphrodisia (Bathing festival of Aphrodite & Peitho, goddess of persuasion; Ancient Greece)

Benedict XI, Pope (Christian; Saint)

Cannelloni Day (Pastafarian)

Caprotina (Ancient Roman Female Slave Festival)

Consualia (Ancient Roman Harvest Festival)

Count the Holes in Your Colander Day (Pastafarian)

Dog-Lion Beast (Muppetism)

Edelburga of Kent (Christian; Saint)

Felix of Nantes (Christian; Saint)

Feriae Ancillarum (Old Roman Maid's Day Out)

Fledh Ghoibhnenn (Feast of Goibhniu, Celtic Brewer of the “Beer of Immortality”)

St. Francis of Assisi (Positivist; Saint)

Hedda, Bishop of the West Saxons (Christian; Saint)

Illidius (Christian; Saint)

Job of Maniava (Christian; Saint)

Marc Chagall (Artology)

No’man (Muppetism)

Nonae Caprotinae (Nones of the Wild Fig, honoring Juno Caprotina, a.k.a. Festival of the Handmaidens; Ancient Rome)

Nones of July (Ancient Rome)

Job of Manyava (Ukrainian Orthodox Church)

Pantaenus, Father of the Church (Christian; Saint)

Parlia (Festival for the Pales for Larger Animals; God of the Herds; Ancient Rome) [also 4.21]

Rumilia (Ancient Rome)

Tanabata (Lovers of the Milky Way; Pagan)

Willibald (Catholic Church)

X-Day (Approximate; Church of the SubGenius)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Shakku (赤口 Japan) [Bad luck all day, except at noon.]

Umu Limnu (Evil Day; Babylonian Calendar; 31 of 60)

Premieres

The Adventures of Pinocchio, by Carlo Collodi (Novel; 1881)

All You Need Is Love Day, by The Beatles (Song; 1967)

But I’m a Cheerleader (Film; 2000)

Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas: A Savage Journey to the Heart of the American Dream, by Hunter S. Thompson (Novel; 1972)

First Knight (Film; 1995)

Give Peace a Chance, by John Lennon (Song; 1969)

The Grand Illusion, by Styx (Album; 1977)

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows — Part 2 (UK Film; 2011) [#8]

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (UK Film; 2009) [#6]

Here Comes the Sun recorded, by The Beatles (Song; 1969)

Images and Words, by Dream Theater (Album; 1992)

Lethal Weapon 2 (Film; 1989)

Live and Let Die, by Paul McCartney & Wings (Song; 1973)

Mickey Steps Out (Disney Cartoon; 1931)

Monsters at Work (Animated YV Series; 2021)

More Songs About Buildings and Food, by Talking Heads (Album; 1978)

My Prayer, by The Platters (Song; 1956)

Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest (Film; 2006)

Ryan’s Hope (Soap Opera; 1975)

Scary Movie (Film; 2000)

Spider-Man: Homecoming (Film; 2017)

Stunt, by Barenaked Ladies (Album; 1998)

Stupor Duck (WB LT Cartoon; 1956)

Summer Magic (Film; 1963)

Three Tenors, by Plácido Domingo, José Carreras and Luciano Pavarotti (Live Album; 1990)

Weekend at Bernie’s (Film; 1989)

You Oughta Know, by Alanis Morissette (Song; 1995)

Today’s Name Days

Edda, Firmin, Willibald (Austria)

Nedelcho, Nedelya, Nedyalka, Nedyalko (Bulgaria)

Goran, Klaudije, Odon, Vilibald, Vilko (Croatia)

Bohuslava (Czech Republic)

Villebaldus (Denmark)

Koidu, Koidula (Estonia)

Klaus, Launo (Finland)

Raoul (France)

Edda, Firmin, Willibald (Germany)

Dominica, Cyriaca, Iria, Kiriaki, Kuriakis, Kyriake, Kyriaki, Ria (Greece)

Apollónia (Hungary)

Apollonio, Claudio, Edda (Italy)

Alda, Aline, Elita, Maruta (Latvia)

Estera, Sangailas, Vilgailė (Lithuania)

Håvard, Hulda (Norway)

Antoni, Benedykt, Cyryl, Estera, Kira, Metody, Piotr, Pompejusz, Sędzisława, Wilibald (Poland)

Chiriachi (Romania)

Oliver (Slovakia)

Fermín (Spain)

Klas (Sweden)

Ralph, Randall, Randolph, Randi, Randy, Raoul, Raul, Rogelio, Roger (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 188 of 2024; 177 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 5 of week 27 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Duir (Oak) [Day 26 of 28]

Chinese: Month 5 (Wu-Wu), Day 20 (Bing-Yin)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 18 Tammuz 5783

Islamic: 18 Dhu al-Hijjah 1444

J Cal: 8 Lux; Oneday [1 of 30]

Julian: 24 June 2023

Moon: 76%: Waning Gibbous

Positivist: 20 Charlemagne (7th Month) [St. Francis of Assisi]

Runic Half Month: Feoh (Wealth) [Day 9 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 17 of 94)

Zodiac: Cancer (Day 17 of 31)

[misticakalamity]

Throw Back "Sundae De Ideas T03E01! - Haikyuu!! ¿Temporada 5 y... más?"

Increíble que estamos a horas del estreno de la película de Haikyuu!! en cines 😍

Y pensar que hace como 3 años estábamos hablando de una posible temporada 5 🤧

[zoe-oneesama]

Since you're done with The Mime (2 episodes in a month?Jeez girl, how is your hand?) the next one is Gorizilla right? What are your thoughts and opinions about the plot and the akuma?

I held onto this because, like Zombizou, I hadn't seen the episode yet. So here are my rambles. I don't think there's much to say since the episode only really pissed me off at the very end. Buckle up for that cuz Mama's gonna swear:

BAG!

Rose that is your SIXTH BAG VARIATION! Portfolio Bag in Orange, Brown, and Mint Green, Orange Book Bag, and now a Pink AND Orange Backpack! At least make them all PINK!

I kinda wish I got to experience this episode without the forknowledge that Adrien was sneaking out to see his mother's movie. I don't know if it was a good or a bad thing that for half the episode it's completely unexplained why Adrien is putting himself through Mob Horde Hell and avoiding his own bodyguard. It felt worth it for me because I knew, but maybe it would feel weird watching it and being like "why are you doing this to yourself?" I thought the same for "Ikari Gozen": "How would I feel watching this episode if I didn't know Kagami was trying to make friends until Marinette knew?"

While I totally buy Marinette and other tweens being drooly over this ad (sorta) I do not buy everyone and their mom dropping everything to swarm the kid and I DEFINITELY do not buy anyone watching that commercial and thinking the actor in it was "cool" the way Wayhem did lmao. Adrien was right when he said it was embarrassing, good on him for being self aware about it.

Also who thought it was a good idea to sell "Perfume eu de Teenage Boy"?

It's fun to watch Roger call the Bodyguard "little guy". My guy, he could eat you for sustenance. You're a vitamin to this brick house of a man.

"My dad hid the DVD somewhere at our place". For a man who's whole motive is reviving his "dead" wife, he sure has weird ways of keeping her alive in their hearts. Statues and paintings of her likeness? Good. A movie of his moving, talking, living mother? Bad.

Production Budget so weak she doesn't get a costume smh.

(I had nothing to say about the whole akuma, it was pretty much a standard, decent akuma. Plus I'm a sucker for one side of the mask catching their partner talking fondly of the other side, ie Ladybug telling Adrien she has faith in Chat Noir)

But from this point onwards, it's all downhill for me:

You worm, you scum, YOU made an akuma and YOU ordered it to capture your son and YOU allowed that akuma to take your son to the highest building in Paris and YOU put him in the middle of the fight between your akuma and Ladybug and YOU allowed him to be dropped off the side of that building and YOU WAITED UNTIL THE LAST POSSIBLE SECOND TO ALLOW LADYBUG TO SAVE HIM and YOU. ARE. TO. BLAME! Take responsibility for yourself!

I want everyone who calls Marinette a "stalker" to shut the fuck up because Adrien just handed his email address over to the guy who traced his every single move for a whole day despite Adrien literally running from him at every turn and posted his photo and location online without consent and no one ever seems to care about that.

And the coup de grace, the cherry on the shit sundae: "You just had to ask me."

Fuck. You.

He DID ask and you told your own son, with eyes pointed at the ground, twisting his ring anxiously, to make an appointment through your secretary. Eat a bag of dicks.

and Oh. OH. To wrap it up with "You should've trusted me" and "when you hide things I jump to the worst conclusions, you understand?" (literally outloud I said "No I don't understand, what "conclusions" is Adrien supposed to assume you mean?")

But the gall. THE AUDACITY. It was intentional, right? To end the episode after that CHEF'S KISS OF A BULLSHIT LINE by panning down to Emilie in the basement? Gabriel Lord of the Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlbossing over here scolding ADRIEN for not trusting HIM. MAYBE IF YOU GAVE THE KID 5% OF A REASON TO DO SO-

Thing is this could either be Cinematic Gold to frame the Agreste family's self destruction and inevitable implosion due to his manipulation of Adrien, or (more likely) this will be completely forgotten as they try to convince audiences to FoRgIvE GaBrIEL cuz LOOK he eventually let Ladybug save Adrien from being sidewalk paste so it evens out, RiGhT?

Also what a let down that there wasn't an in universe shipping war between pairing Adrien with his "towel girlfriend" and "Gabriel's muse."

[ladykissingfish]

drunk Akatsuki hc? 🥺

Ask and ye shall receive! ((Sorry it took so long to get to/finish this. Also get the nagging feeling I did a post very similar to this before but 🤷🏽‍♀️ piss poor memory so))

Drinking with the Akatsuki

Kakuzu

Takes a lot to get him drunk; his alcohol tolerance is pretty damn high. And when he does reach that point, he becomes … very unlike himself. Friendly, smiling, and extremely loose with his precious money. Kakuzu being drunk is the best time to ask him for an advance on your pay, or a personal loan. Another bonus: drunk Kakuzu is storytime Kakuzu. When he’s sober, the others don’t really like listening to his stories because they’re all boring as hell, and are usually centered around some point that he’s trying to nag everyone on. But drunk Kakuzu, well, he’ll tell you about brawls, dangerous stunts he pulled when he was a kid, sometimes even old lovers. He can keep the rest of the Akatsuki enraptured for hours with his intoxicated tales. The morning after a night of drinking is a different tale, though. He’ll remember loaning money to people and hunt them down to make sure that know they have to pay him back, and he’ll deny like crazy any story tidbits that the others bring up to him. Will also go through several pots of pure black coffee in an effort to de-hangover himself more quickly.

Pein

The Pein bodies don’t drink, but Nagato will, very rarely. Beer is his drink of choice, and he’ll opt for foreign rather than domestic. He’s not really the type to get full-on drunk (no matter what he’s the Leader and he carries himself as such), rather he’ll just get slightly tipsy. If he gets tipsy enough he’ll rant a bit to whoever’s closest about pain, and the unfairness of life, and anything else that would put a downer on happy drinkers’ moods. He always hopes that the alcohol will help him to sleep (he’s a horrible insomniac) but most times it just gives him a slight headache while leaving him wide-wake and dry-mouthed.

Hidan

Nobody wants to be around this guy when he’s had too much to drink, because the normally violent Hidan becomes even more so after hitting the booze. He’ll be willing to take on any and everyone, from teenagers to old men. And being immortal doesn’t help matters any; he could literally get torn limb from limb and his mouth would still be taunting his opponents with “Is that the best ya got, bastard??” Drinking also brings out his creative side when it comes to his human sacrifices and Jashin rituals; he’ll think up new (and horrible) ways to torment and kill his victims. Is the type to finally, FINALLY just completely pass out after reaching his final tolerance point, and the others will (reluctantly) drag him to his room and put him in his bed. Not many are willing to do this, however, as most times before he passes out he’ll have stripped himself completely naked.

Tobi

An emotional drunk. Gets sad and cries over practically anything. And it doesn’t take much to get him tanked, either; his tolerance level is embarrassingly low and he’ll be ready to sob after just a couple of glasses of wine. Tobi tries to avoid drinking when he can because he knows there’s a good chance of him dropping his persona and letting the others see Obito Uchiha. In fact this HAS happened a few times, where he’a taken off his mask and everything; fortunately for him the others were so gone that the next day they either didn’t remember, or believed that had just imagined the whole thing. Likes to soothe himself by slurring sad love songs at the top of lungs, joined most frequently by Deidara and Hidan. Will also drunkenly stuff his face with meats, which is a complete opposite from his sweet-loving sober self. He can throw down a dozen burgers when boozed up, the results of which will likely be in puddles all over the floor the next day. Will go to his bed and turn around in circles a bunch of times, like a dog, before finally going to sleep. “Tobi” will be the quietest he’s ever been the next day, as he fights a massive headachy hangover.

Konan

For being such a thin, delicate girl, Konan can hold her liquor right up there with the likes of Kakuzu and Kisame. One might never even know that she’s drunk to begin with; she walks perfectly straight, doesn’t slur her words, has almost perfect reflexes and normal mannerisms. One thing always gives her away, however; drunk Konan is hungry Konan. Under normal circumstances the little lady sticks to a healthy diet and isn’t one for over-indulging in anything. One shot or beer too many, and suddenly the gloves are off. Konan will make pizza, hotdogs, gigantic sundaes, cakes and pies … and devour almost all of it. She’ll share with the others if asked … but most times she’s eaten so much that there’s not much left to share. When she’s finally had her fill, she’ll go to bed … and wake up feeling sick as a dog the next morning. After the nausea passes, she’ll force herself to go for a long run or walk, no matter how much her head may be aching, in order to work off her excessive calorie intake.

Zetsu

Zetsu doesn’t drink, because alcohol interferes with his plant genetics, acting as literal poison to his system. But he enjoys being around the others when they’re drunk, to see the different types of personalities that emerge. Likes to hang around Hidan in particular, as the man’s sacrifices pick up significantly when he’s drunk, meaning Zetsu has more of a smorgasbord of leftovers to pick from

Sasori

As a puppet, Sasori doesn’t drink. But when he was a human, it was a different story. He turned himself into a non-human at a very young age, much younger, of course, than would have been the legal drinking age. But his grandmother kept a variety of wines in their home, and when she was away, he liked to pour himself a glass. Always only a single glass; he was intelligent enough both to know that his grandmother would notice if any larger of a quantity was missing, and, already dabbling in making poisons at this point, he understood the concept of “tolerance” better than most. But the single glass was enough; it seemed to comfort him during those nights when he was missing his mother and father. The wine also served as a brain-opener for him, of sorts: it was over wine that he first got the idea of turning himself into a puppet.

Deidara

Being young and so slender, and not having much experience with alcohol before joining the Akatsuki, the blonde is a bit of a light-weight when it comes to the hooch. He doesn’t really care for beers or ales (he compares the taste to “cat-piss”) and instead goes for the fruity mixed drinks that don’t SEEM that strong … until you’ve had about three or four, and they put you on your ass. Deidara becomes very lovey-dovey when drunk, and not just in a romantic sense. Alcohol makes everyone in the world his friend, and he’s suddenly interested in what others have to say about life and art. He’s even nice to Itachi, going so far as to hug him and tell him that he smells good, something that he will vehemently deny the next day. He’ll go to Sasori and cling to him and gush about how he appreciates his friendship and his guidance, until Sasori gets tired of him and tells him to go to sleep. Deidara can get to his room on his own, but once the door closes, he’s more likely to pass out on the floor than in his own bed. Also, if he didn’t think to tie up his long hair beforehand, he’ll be in for a nasty, messy surprise when he inevitably wakes up to vomit at some point.

Itachi

Itachi isn’t one to ever let himself lose control of his senses, no matter the situation. Therefore, if he’s drinking with the others, he’ll stick to one or two beers or a single shot before cutting himself off for the evening. He plays much of a “mom” role in the group, making sure the others are okay, lending a shoulder to cry on for the emotional drunks, and, if they’re out somewhere, making sure everyone gets home safe and sound. On the rare, RARE occasions he drinks by himself, and lets go of his hesitation, he’s just as emotional a drinker as Tobi (which is quite possibly an Uchiha trait). He’ll cry into his pillow, he’ll sit and lament over the choices he’s made in life. Sometimes he’ll find and put on the saddest song or movie he can think of, just so he has something to get emotional over. Although this sounds bad, this is actually a helpful bit of therapy for him, as it allows him to release emotions that he normally keeps bottled up. He’ll end a night of solo drinking with a cup of tea, then go quietly to bed, sleeping like a rock until the sun comes up and things go back to normal.

Kisame

Right up there with Kakuzu as being a guy that can hold his liquor like a champ. In fact his ability to do so has won him many drinking challenges at bars, as well as a formidable reputation as “one bad ass son of a bitch”. It also helps him confidence-wise; normally the half-shark is very reserved and keeps to himself, as he feels that his appearance is off-putting and scary to “normal” people. But alcohol loosens him up and gets him talking, and being bold, and many people find this switch in personality to be highly attractive. Ladies especially take notice of his smile, his eyes … and his muscles. He even scores several phone numbers from interested parties … but by the time he’s sober again, he never follows through with calling anyone. Also helps Itachi in that he keeps an eye on the others when they drink, to make sure that they’re safe.

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Danganronpa resort/ theme park:

Sayaka's Idol Group (on stage performance on Ibuki's rock and roll stage)

Chihiro's VR world (VR experience)

Spiralling into despair (Mondo racetrack ride)

Anime book store (Hifumi manga store)

Gracieux café d'espoir et de désespoir (Celestia Ludenberg café)

Dojo 勢力 (Sakura dojo)

Despairing good fashion (Junko fashion-cosplay store)

Mukuro's gun club (a subscription that gives you a 25% sale)

Byakuya and Kyoko's library (contains documents on crime and old literature)

Toko - Sonia - Korekiyo massacre home (book/prop store full of gruesome and bloody novels and knives)

Syo's madhouse (all dr executions as a rollercoaster)

Splash and sun plaza (Aoi's swimming pool with large slides)

Hagakure, Gundham and Madame Yumeno's magic event (an on-stage performance of a magical extravaganza)

Imposter's Ultimate Hide and Seek (hide and seek in a huge area)

Hanamura diner (self-explanatory)

Mahiru's photo magic (a kiosk that takes photos of customers)

Ibuki's rock and roll stage (all events happen here)

Ibuki's performance (rock and heavy metal is played)

Hiyoko's heaven (an event - dance that happens on stage)

Mikan's hope and despair hotel (hotel disguised as a hospital)

Nekomaru and Akane's meat shack (an all you can eat meat buffet - there are coupons hidden in Byakuya and Kyoko's library)

Gundham's home of darkness (sells herbs, candles, crystals and necklaces)

Nagito's sundae sunday bar (ice cream bar, only open on sunday)

Nanami arcade (80s arcade)

Kazuichi go-kart racer (self-explanatory)

Fuyuhiko's paintball area (all of the paintballs are pink, it's set in different locations during the dr series)

Rantaro's cruize (leads to the sdr2 island)

Kaede's piano performance (Kaede plays piano for an hour)

Kaede shop of music (contains musical instruments)

Ryoma's cat cafe (sells hot drinks and cake)

Kirumi's cleaning service (the cleaners)

Atua's relaxation studio - for Angie (Studio for Meditation and Yoga)

Tenko's Aikido Monastery (kinda like the dojo)

Korekiyo's freak carnival (act at 8:30 pm, contains despair themed rides like despair carousel, pink and green bumper cars, helter skelter, drop tower, swing ride, monokuma/monomi/monokubs teacup ride, at night the actors go roguelike scare actors including ultimate despair. The actors are kiyotaka the smartest man in the world, sakura the strongest woman in all of japan, mukuro and junko the zaniest and craziest trapeze pair in history, syo the bloodthirsty knife thrower, yasuhiro the magician, peko the swallowing swordswoman, gundham the snakecharmer, nagito the impaled, izuru, kaede the piano playing baton twirler, ryoma the escapist, korekiyo the ringmaster, kokichi the contorting liar - he bends the truth!)

Miu's dumb blonde nightclub (nightclub with neon pink and pastel blue)

Gonta's butterfly sanctuary (butterfly sanctuary full of greenery)

D.I.C.E'S underground casino (underground bar made to look like a casino, contains some gambling machines)

Kaito's stargazing world (giant presentation about the universe, 3 hours long, open 4 days a week)

Escape rooms of despair (Shuichi's escape rooms, based on different murders)

Maki's killer daycare (daycare - killer means cool in this sense)

Warrior's of Hope Wonderland (giant play area)

Yuta's water flume

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otsukare sama deshita (sope)

Summary- Hoseok knows the perfect partner for his new song, but will Yoongi agree?

word count- 1.6k

pairing- Hoseok x Yoongi (platonic)

rating- G

genre- friendship, fluff, slight angst (not really)

warnings- none

a.n- HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAN!!! 🥳 I wrote this as a birthday present for @eternalseokjin but in typical mars fashion, i was late. I hope you enjoy my first mxm fic. this is my take on how hobi convinced yoongi to perform with him. when i floated this idea on the net people thought it was gonna be a crack fic, but honestly i think yoongi respects hobi too much to protest a lot lol

A huge shoutout to @hoebii​ and @hobisbeautifulass​ for beta reading this! 💕

As always feedback appreciated, a reblog and a like goes a far way. Send me an ask! 💌

perm taglist- @cheesecakes-randomshitz, @aroseforyoongi

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Hoseok was excited. In fact, he was beyond excited. He had spent the Japanese tour leg writing a song that he felt was the perfect mix of goofy and talent, if he could say so himself. A cheerful, optimistic song that portrayed his J-Hope persona to a T. He knew it wasn’t going to go in any of the albums; he had told his fellow co-writers in Japan as much, but he just knew that ARMY would love it as soon as he unveiled it. The only thing that would make it better would be if he could get a certain friend of his to join in on the antics. A certain grumpy friend that sat across from him zoning out as he sipped his iced Americano, even though it was close to 10pm.

“Hyung, can I run something by you?” Hosoek asked, feigning an air of nonchalance, as he rolled his chair closer to the couch Yoongi was sprawled on. He rested his feet against the cushions, leaning back against the chair, his fingers drumming against the arm rests. He didn’t want to admit it but he was a little nervous. Chances were that Yoongi would agree to his proposition; he was usually very easy going and enjoyed the fanservice that they partook in. However, lately Yoongi had been pretty stressed, short tempered and tired, snapping at everyone. He hadn’t shared why, but Hoseok felt it was something personal that he didn’t want to pry on. 

Hoseok’s voice broke Yoongi out of his thoughts as he looked up to the brightly dressed man in front of him. He mirrored the frown on Hoseok’s face as he hummed for him to continue. Yoongi would never admit it, but he was in no mood for a conversation; his head running through the overwhelmingly long to-do list he had to accomplish before the end of tomorrow. The longer he looked at Hoseok sitting in silence, the deeper his frown got. What was he so fidgety for? It was putting him on edge, not to mention adding to his stress.

“Spit it out, Hobah,” he snapped, sighing a little in frustration as Hoseok cleared his throat tentatively. 

“Well… I wrote this song. I was wondering if you wanted to perform together.” That’s it? Hoseok just wanted to perform a song together? What was the big deal about that?

“Yeah okay. Sure,” Yoongi acquiesced easily, much to Hoseok’s surprise. Hoseok’s face broke into a large grin, one that brought a small smile on the older rapper’s face. 

“Promise?” Hoseok asked, almost bouncing excitedly. Yoongi furrowed his brows suspiciously, knowing that there was no way he was this giddy about a simple duet. Something had to be up.

“You’re making me rethink this…” Yoongi said as he looked over the rim of the plastic coffee cup in his hand, missing his mouth with the straw before capturing it with his lips with a huff and an eye roll. Hoseok chuckled at the action before continuing.

“Oh come on! It’ll be fun! I can just imagine ARMY’s excitement! A Sope unit song!” Hoseok radiated enthusiasm, lifting Yoongi’s spirits as well as the corners of his mouth. He really was a ball of energy sometimes, his excitement almost contagious as he never failed to energize Yoongi, even when all he wanted to do was crawl in bed and sleep his life away.

“Fine. Let me hear it first,” Yoongi said with a snicker, eager to hear the masterpiece his friend had created. He couldn’t help shaking his head with a smile as Hoseok excitedly stood up, almost hopping to the computer to play the track. Yoongi smiled as the track played, habitually fidgeting with his lip in concentration.

To say it was different than any of the songs Hoseok had penned before was an understatement. Yoongi expected vibrant beats and spunky lyrics like the tracks Hoseok had consulted with him on for his future mixtape but this song was a rollercoaster, a tongue-in-cheek trot song of optimism. He smiled as the track played on, Hoseok’s cheerful vocals a perfect fit for the atmosphere it created. As the chorus played again, Yoongi couldn’t help but sing along to the catchy words under his breath. An action not missed by Hoseok, whose smile only got wider.

As the song came to an end, Yoongi felt his mood lightened, the song already stuck in his head. Hoseok hadn’t written many songs alone before and he felt proud of his friend’s accomplishment. “It’s good. Good job, Hoseok!” Yoongi complimented, a gummy smile on his face.

“Thanks!” Hoseok sang out, his smile quickly replaced by his professional straight face as he continued on with the details of the collaboration, which part Yoongi would sing and the vibe he would add. Yoongi found himself easily agreeing with him. He could do with a fun project, and to be completely honest he was ready to record it as soon as the month was over. However, this thought was brought to a screeching halt as the next words left Hoseok’s lips. 

“So I was thinking we reveal it at the Japan fan meeting.” Yoongi’s eyes widened at the comment. *Was he serious?

“The one in two weeks?” Yoongi’s momentarily forgotten stress was back with full force, and he bit his nail. He had so many things on his plate that adding a song that he would not only have to record, but learn the dance and words to *within the next fortnight made his chest clench uneasily. He always had a hard time saying no to Hoseok but the more he thought about the endless things he had to work through, the easier it became. “Absolutely not.”

“Hyungnim!” Hoseok stretched the syllables cutely in a whine to appeal to his older member. He knew behind all the apathy Yoongi had a soft spot for him and it was not beyond him to use it to his advantage. He jumped from his chair next to Yoongi, an arm around the smaller man’s shoulders as he tried to get him as excited as he was. “The theme to Hwagae Market! We’ll wear cheesy suits and goof around! Come on! It’d be fun!”

Yoongi knew Hoseok was just being his usual self, but he felt slightly suffocated. Shrugging his arm off, Yoongi leaned forward, elbows on knees as he rubbed his face with a groan. He missed the way Hoseok frowned, certain now that something was bothering his friend. Before he could prod for details, Yoongi let out an exasperated sigh.

“I don’t know, Hoseok. Fuck. I’m just so stressed. I don’t know if I can take something else on right now.” Yoongi looked at him, a silent plea hidden in his eyes that made Hoseok’s heart tighten in empathy. He knew all about being overly stressed. It would be a lie to say the life they had chosen was easy and smooth sailing. 

Hoseok always tried to keep a professional distance between his members, not wanting to overwhelm them when they had to spend so much time together by obligation. He always felt he was prying if he asked about their personal lives or struggles, but he also knew that Yoongi never brought up something unless he wanted to share. He just needed a push.

“You wanna talk about it?” Hoseok asked, placing his hand on Yoongi’s knee, trying to coax the rapper into conversation.

“I don’t know…” Yoongi began, but it didn’t take him long to delve into his problems. There was something about Hoseok that always led him to open up without feeling the guilt he sometimes did when sharing his feelings. Although Hoseok was usually loud and energetic, when prompted he was quiet and a great listener. Just looking at his face stoic in concentration made Yoongi feel as if what he was saying truly mattered, regardless if it was a useless rant about work stress that Hoseok himself had. 

It was close to midnight by the time the two had wrapped up their heart to heart, empty beer bottles and half eaten dishes of sundae and tteokbokki cluttering the coffee table in front of them. Hoseok hadn’t expected Yoongi to open up to him the way he did, but he was glad to shoulder his burden with him. There was a reason he was closest with the introverted producer in the group; he seemed to make everything Hoseok said seem important, like it had substance, be it a stupid joke that Yoongi laughed at the loudest, or advice that he could’ve gotten off an Instagram inspiration page. 

By the time they packed to make their way to the dorms, Hoseok felt almost bad for adding to Yoongi’s work load, but the dark haired man would have none of it.

“Nah, Hobi. We’re doing it,” Yoongi said, his voice stern and determined.

“Are you sure?” Hoseok asked, as he climbed into the passenger seat of Yoongi’s car, stuffing his backpack between his legs before strapping on his seatbelt. “It was a random idea. We don’t have to. I can table this song for next year.”

“No. It will be fun. ARMY will love it,” Yoongi replied, placing an arm on the back of Hoseok’s headrest as he turned to reverse out of the parking space, before driving out of the underground lot. “It’s a really good song, Hobi. Proud of you, man.”

Hoseok couldn’t help but chuckle at the earnest praise, feeling instantly shy. He was right though, he realized as he walked off the stage two weeks later, high on adrenaline with a huge grin on his face. His expression was mirrored on Yoongi’s face who clapped him on the back, panting hard.

“Sope des!” Yoongi joked, still laughing at how great the performance went, taking off the shiny sequined coat.

“Sope des!” echoed the rest of the boys cheerfully before rushing towards the stage, as Hoseok laughed putting on the jacket for the next performance.

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Mini Fanfic #835: A New Me (Super Smash Bros Ultimate)

9:45 p.m. at Smash Mansion's Living Room........

Tifa: (Smiles Brightly While Getting her Hair Trim and Cut by Daisy) Thanks again for doing this for me, Daisy. I had no idea you know a thing or two about doing someone's hair.

Daisy: (Smiles Back at Tifa) It's no problem, Tif. I've learned about all of this since I was a kid.

Tifa: You don't say.

Daisy: Yep. I accidentally signed myself up for hair stylist class instead of football.

Tifa: What makes you wanna signed up for football classes in first place?

Daisy: Thought it was cool at the time. I also thought the whole hair stylist gig was boring at first, but I'd actually had a good time there. I learned a lot about too: did you know that the growth rate for humans' hair is just under a 1/2 inch per month which is equal to about 5 inches per year?

Tifa: Huh. I.... actually didn't know that until now. Interesting.

Daisy: I know, right? There's a crap ton of facts about hair that I didn't even know about until now, but I'll tell you about all of that later....Are you sure you're okay with me cutting your hair like this, Tif? I can tell you had it for a really long time now.

Tifa: Yep. I've always had it this long ever since I was a little girl. (Smiles Fondly of the Memories She Has in the Past) We've been through a lot together: Good times, bad times, in betweens. But nowadays, the longer I keep having it around, the more it got me to think and realize that....the long hair itself, represent my past a lot more thoroughly than I thought it would and that maybe....it might be time for me to start moving on from it entirely.

Daisy: So what you're basically saying here is that getting your hair cut down would help you feel more new to yourself in the present going forward.

Tifa: (Happily Nodded a Little) Exactly!......That.... doesn't seem too ambitious, does it?

Daisy: (Smiles Brightly) Of course it doesn't, girlfriend. I totally get what you're coming from in all of this.

Tifa: You do?

Daisy: Yeah. Back in my younger days, when my hair used to be dark and long-

Tifa: Wait. Was it during that time Mario saved you from an evil alien?

Daisy: (Simply Nodded) Correctamundo. I think his name was Tango or something like?.... (Sighs While Shrugging her Shoulders) I don't really remember. But anyways, I was so convinced that beauty and royalty was everything and that it was the only thing that matters to being a princess. (Starts Rolling her Eyes at the Past Memories) So much so that became an actual phase.....

Tifa: (Starts Snickering) A phase?

Daisy: ('Sigh') Yeah. A phase. Hated it every time I think about it...... Buuuuuut eventually, I realized all of that was complete bogus, left it all behind me .....(Smiles Proudly) and became the woman I am right now. Or....rather back when I was a kid. But....you get where I'm coming from in all of this right?

Tifa: (Happily Nodded) I do. And if you ask me, I prefer the current you over the past anyday.

Daisy: (Heart Begins to Melt in Happiness by Tifa's Words) Awww~ Thanks, Tifa~

Tifa: (Giggles Softly) You're welcome, girlfriend. If anything, I should be thanking you for sharing this with me.

Daisy: Eh. It's no problem. (Does One More Trim Before Stopping and Taking a Deep Breath) Okay. I think I'm finish now. (Gives Tifa a Handheld Mirror) What do you think?

Tifa: (Gasps Lightly as She Sees a Reflection of Herself Having a Perfectly Cutted Short Hair) Oh my gosh.....(Smiles Brightly and Excitedly) This looks amazing on me!~

Daisy: You really think so?

Tifa: (Got Up From her Seat and Gives Daisy a Hug) I know so, Daisy. Thank you soooo much~

Daisy: (Giggles Softly as She Hugs Tifa Back) It's no problem at all, Tif. I mean, damn. I never expected it to turn out THIS good.....

'Door Open'

Cloud: (Walking into the Mansion with Luigi and Dedede) ('Sigh') This is the last we'll ever let you talk to the police, De.

Dedede: (Glares at Cloud) Oh come on now! How was I suppose to know she would go ahead and give me another ticket?

Luigi: Your majesty, you can't just going along and flirt with a police officer like that. Even if she was, and I quote, "Prettier than a Strawberry Ice-Cream Sundae".

Dedede: Hey, you can't blame an old man for trying at least. I really thought it would work that time....

Cloud: We can and will. And no, it didn't work.

Daisy: WEEGIEEE!~ (Makes her Way to Luigi and Hugs Him Before Pouting at Him and the Others) What is this we hear about you three getting stopped by the police tonight?

Luigi: (Chuckles a Bit Awkwardly) Sorry about worrying you guys, Daisy. We kinda drove our motorcycles pass the speeding limits on the empty roads.

Cloud: (Starts Rolling his Eyes While Pointing at Dedede) It gets worse when casanova over here thought that flirting with an officer would actually get her to give us a warning instead.

Daisy: (Starts Snickering) Casanova and flirting?.... I'm sorry. But are we REALLY talking about the same Dedede here?

Dedede: (Glares at the Laughing Princess) Oh hush up, girl! I can be a well-balanced ladies man anytime I want!!!

Daisy: Yeah right!~ (Already Has a Teasing Smirk on her Face) And how was that flirting tactic with the police lady went again?~

Cloud: Terribly.

Dedede: (Starts Growling Angrily) I'm warning y'all!!....

Tifa: (Sighs While Making her Way to the Gang) Well, regardless, we're glad you three came back home safely.

Cloud: Thanks, Ti-(Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise at Tifa's New Looks) fa?.....

Luigi: (Eyes Widened at Tifa as Well) Tifa.....Is that really you?

Dedede: Dayuum, girl. That haircut looks great on you.

Tifa: (Giggles Softly) Thanks, your majesty. Daisy got it cut for me a few minutes ago.

Luigi: (Turns to his Girlfriend) You did?

Daisy: (Proudly Nodded) Yep!~ You might not know this about me, Weeg, but I've made a pretty decent name for myself as a hair stylist growing up....I mean, it has been years since I've done this. So I'm not entirely sure if I did a good enough of the cut or....

Luigi: (Smiles Softly) You did a great job, Daisy.

Cloud: (Nodded in Agreement) I agree. It looks amazing on her.

Tifa: (Eyes Widened at Cloud a Little in Genuine Surprise) You really think so? I mean, aren't you gonna miss the long hair I always had ever since we were kids?

Cloud: I will, but I'm always up for a change every once and while. Plus, I'll always think you're beautiful no matter how different you look.

Tifa: (Heart Begins to Melt in Pure Happiness as She Hugs Cloud Lovingly) Has anyone told you how much of a sweetheart you really are?~

Cloud: (Shrugs) Eh. Doesn't really fit my style. Luigi's more of a sweetheart than I'll ever be really.

Daisy: FACTS!

Tifa: (Giggles Softly) I mean, yeah. But you'll always be my sweetheart~ (Kiss Cloud on the Cheek)

Daisy: Hey, Cloud!~ If you want, I can give your spiky hair a fresh new look-

Cloud: I'll pass.

Daisy: You sure?

Cloud: Yep.

Daisy: Positive.

Cloud: Positive.

Daisy: ..........I mean, if you're absolutely su-

Cloud: I'm sure, Daisy.

Daisy: ('Groans a Little') Fiiiiine..... (Turns to Luigi) You want me to do your hair too, sweetie?

Luigi: (Smiles Sheepishly at his Girlfriend) Maybe some other time, dear.....

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