#aight starter take 2

[oftomorrow]

@invidentius ( Liam Luthor starter )

It was one of those days. The world was too loud, too bright, too sharp all around. And Lionel was absolutely letting Liam have it. All the usual stuff -- he was meant to be better than the rest, if he kept this up he'd be a disgrace to the Luthor family, and so on, and so forth. Even though it made Liam's blood boil, he knew better than to talk back -- at best, he'd get an even longer lecture, and at worst, he'd get a few hours locked in with some kryptonite bars for company. So he just waited it out, nodding his understanding at the appropriate times, before finally getting his chance to sulk off. Maybe a run would clear his head -- he could get to California and back before anyone noticed he was gone...

Except that he couldn't think straight. The annoyance was building up, bubbling into a rage that seemed to burn behind his eyes. Wait. His eyes literally felt hot. What the...?

Liam ducked into the drawing room, rubbing at his eyes -- they were definitely warm to the touch. And the anger wouldn't subside. Then, all at once, some instinct told him to move his hands away. Just in time, as the moment he lowered them the heat behind his eyes erupted. His vision blurred into a deep red, and he gasped at the sudden discomfort. And a few moments later, he was staring at the drapes, which were now on fire.

As his vision cleared, something caught his attention -- Lex, standing in the doorway. Liam stared at him, breathing very quickly, completely unaware that his eyes were glowing an eerie red.

[starcrossedxwriter]

I’m curious have Els and Michael ever done GQs couple quiz? I was just watching them, and I got to wondering about them. Lol 😂, cause Travis and Kylie’s was an absolute mess, but I loved Teyana Taylor and Iman and of course Nip & LL.

I loveeeeeee GQ's couple's quizzes, they are hilarious. They 100% have done it! And here's my attempt cause in my mind, they give a more relatable and fun Ciara and Russell (if you saw their's?) LOL Thanks, Anon!

***

“Hey this is Michael B. Jordan.”

“And Charlotte Elsbeth Jordan, and we are playing GQ’s Couple Quiz.” 

“You ready?” He asked, his hand resting on her thigh. 

“Born ready, I’ll start.” Charlotte lifted up the questions to make sure he couldn’t see them. Little did GQ know, they had a wager going on who knew the other the best and Charlotte was not about to lose. “Ok, this is a soft ball starter, when’s my birthday and what’s my sign?” 

Michael rolled his eyes, “May 4, which makes you a…” he paused. Charlotte knew he had to think about that one because Michael could care less about Zodiac signs and astrology. “I’m 95% sure that’s a Taurus so I’m gonna go with my gut on that one.” 

“Yea, I’m a Taurus… a textbook one too.” 

“I don’t know what that means, Els.” 

“I’ll explain it to you later. Aight, that’s two points for you cause that was two questions. Oh this’s a good one. What’s my dream travel destination?” 

“The Maldives.” He answered quickly. 

“Yep. You know I’m waiting for you to plan that right?” She asked with the sweetest smile that made Michael want to abandon the interview and take her there right then. “I kinda thought that would be our baby moon but no such luck.” 

Michael chuckled and shook his head. “You know I thought about it?” 

Charlotte's jaw dropped. “So where's my proper baby moon at?? Because I haven't to sink a single toe in the sand of the Maldives." Her tone was one of playful confusion. "Wait til he tells y'all where he took me to instead of the Maldives??"

Michael bowed his head as his shoulders shook with laughter. "It's gonna sound bad in comparison BUT I didn't think it was safe to go that far and her doc didn't agree. So we went to a gorgeous resort in Cabo." He raised his hands in surrender. "You already had my nerves shot for those 9 months, wasn't gonna add to that."

She let out a cackling laugh. “I had your nerves shot and you were getting on mine so glad we didn’t add that stress to it. Cabo was a lot of fun though.” 

“Yea it was. Babymoon #2, Maldives - I promise."

Little did she know, Michael already had it planned for her upcoming birthday.

"Well that means I'm never going, I guess," she mumbled. Michael had routinely been talking her ear off about having another baby, as if two rambunctious twin boys were not more than enough for them. But he desperately wanted a baby girl.

"That's a conversation for later but But don’t worry, Maldives are comin’. I promise.” Charlotte did a little happy dance in her seat. “Aight, next question.” 

“What’s a hobby of mine that most people wouldn’t know?” 

“You love to bake. And my training regime hates it,” he joked. 

“Yes! I would’ve also taken crocheting but I haven’t done that in a while. Oh this one is hard. What was the first musical I performed as a lead in?” 

“Ok I gotta work it backward in my mind.” 

“Actually, I’ll give you a bonus if you answer that one and name all the shows I’ve been the lead in.” 

“Okkkkkk. Most recent was The Lighthouse, got my baby her first Tony, of which I know there’ll be more. Before you left New York, you were the lead in Chicago. Then you were in the company of a couple shows. At Juilliard, you were the lead in Oklahoma, one of the few freshman to get a lead in a spring production,” Charlotte did a mini bow to the camera as she laughed. “But you were the lead in every spring show every year so Oklahoma, Funny Girl, Rent, and Kinky Boots. But your fist lead role was senior year as Cinderella in your high school production.” 

“Damnnnnnn…” They shared a high five. “That deserves hella points cause that’s hard as hell. I’ll give you two for that one. What am I scared of?” 

“Spiders and scary movies. Pretty sure if I ever did a horror movie, that’s the one premiere you wouldn’t go to.”

“Correct, you’d be on your own buddy. Ummm, oh this is a good one, what’s my favorite food? You’ve had this question before though.” 

He laughed. “And I learned that it wasn’t my bolognese - utterly heartbroken by that by the way - but it’s still pizza. All the girl eats is pizza.” 

“Correct. Oh this’s hilarious,” she laughed. “Who is my celebrity crush?” 

“Mannnn..." Michael grunted at the mere premise of the question. "Well, obviously me but I will say you went into a deep fan girl space the time you met Denzel and George Clooney.” 

“I mean every woman watching would revert to their 16 year old fan girl self in the presence of those two. But correct. Denzel is actually a friend now, we have him and Paulette over for dinner a lot so I’ve chilled out significantly. Um who’s my favorite actor?” 

“Me.” 

“He’s a bit conceded,” she joked to the camera. “Bonus point if you get whose number two on that list?” 

“Mahershala Ali.” 

“Good job. But you’re number 1 all day, baby.” 

“Oh I wasn’t worried about that at all.” 

“Ok, last one, what’s my favorite sleeping position?” 

“When I sleep like draped across your chest.” 

Charlotte made a buzzer noise and shook her head. “The question was MY favorite, not yours.” 

“That ain’t your favorite too??” 

“Absolutely not,” she doubled over in laughter at the pure look of offense on his face. “I’m sorry, baby but like when you’re at your Adonis or Killmonger weight, you are hella heavy. My side of the bed is basically also his.”

“It’s been 6 years, why you ain’t say shit?” Michael was genuinely surprised. 

Charlotte shrugged. “Cause you sleep best that way and I like that it makes you happy.” Her tone signaled that she was not simply saying that for the cameras but she actually meant it.

“That’s really sweet, babe. So what’s your favorite?” 

“Umm when we’re traveling and apart, I sleep on my stomach with like one leg half out of the covers… and in the middle of the bed so I can like sprawl out.”

“Noted. Ok how’d I do, baby?” 

“11 points… that was pretty good! Pretty sure I’m not gonna do as good but let’s see.” 

“Aight. Oh ok, how many movies have I been in?” 

Charlotte’s mouth fell open. “Ok that’s not fair! Did you pay someone to write these questions?? That’s hella hard. Um… are we counting the ones where you were just a cameo?” 

“Why not and I’ll give you a bonus if you name the first movie I was lead in?” 

“Ok if we’re counting cameos, I’m 95% sure it’s 20 or 21. And your first lead was Fruitvale Station, though you could make a case for Chronicle but that was more of an ensemble cast so I would go with Fruitvale.” 

“Damn you’re good! I don’t even know the number exactly but 20 sounds right so you get both points.”

Charlotte wiped her hand across her forehead and said “Whew. Cause it wasn’t looking good for me for a sec.” 

“What’s my least favorite food?” 

Charlotte laughed. “You have a visceral, and do mean, visceral hatred for Brussels sprouts.” 

“Correct. Hate them so much. Umm in the similar vein, what’s my ideal cheat meal when I’m training?” 

Charlotte smiled. “Whew, ok you got a lot but I feel like it depends on where we are? Like when we’re in Philly, it’s a cheesesteak, easy. But when we’re in New York, it's pizza from Prince St. and those cookies from that bakery in Lower Manhattan… can’t remember the name. And honestly, when we’re home, you love a huge breakfast spread and anything with carbs. Oh and donuts from that spot in downtown.” 

“Damn Els! You get two points for that. Very spot on. Umm how do you know when I’m mad at you?” 

Charlotte laughed. “Well, we don’t really argue much but when you’re upset it’s fairly easy to tell cause you call me Charlotte, which he literally never does any other time.” 

“Correct. What’s my biggest pet peeve that you do?” 

Charlotte grimaced. “Umm when I don’t take my health or safety seriously… or as serious as you would want me to. That causes like 95% of the rare arguments we do have.” 

“Yep. Oh this one is kinda hard because I don’t think you can ever remember the date. What day did I propose?” 

Charlotte leaned into the arm of her chair. “Oof that is hard. Well the world thinks we got engaged in June around the Tonys cause that’s the first time I wore my ring in public. But fun fact everyone, we got engaged in March. That week was a blur of you know… trauma and near death experiences,” she chuckled, her joke falling flat with her husband. “It’s been six years, we still can’t joke about it??” 

“Nah we can’t.” 

“Well, I’m the one that almost croaked so I feel like I can joke about it a little,” she argued with a smile. “But anywhoooo, you proposed on March 5. Wait, no! March 6 because it was like 2 am the Thursday after the premiere of the show on our balcony in New York. Best night of my life.” 

He leaned forward and kissed her hand and winked at her, causing her to blush. 

“Good job. What do I consider to be our first date?” 

She chuckled. “Ok well we have different opinions on this but you consider our first date to be that steakhouse we went to after filming one night in Philly. But I consider our first date to be our actual first date, that art walk in the summer. I don’t think I ever learned why you think Philly was our first date?” 

Michael merely shrugged nonchalantly. “Cause that night made me fall in love with you. From that date forward, my heart was yours. The art walk was just when you finally caught up,” he winked at her, shaking her knee a bit. 

“You never told me that. Stop saying these sweet things and making me want to cry,” she moaned, wiping away a stray tear. 

“She cries at basically everything,” Michael fake whispered to the camera causing Charlotte to playfully scoff. 

“Next question!” 

“What’s my favorite nickname to call you? Bonus question if you tell me which of the ones you call me is my favorite?” 

“Your favorite to call me is honey bee but you call me Els the most, which I love. And umm I don’t know the second one, everyone in the family calls you Bakari so I doubt that’s it. And baby is so basic? I call you ‘love’ a lot but I don’t know… you tell me.” 

“I really like it when you call me ‘Kari.” 

In her utter confusion, for a moment, Charlotte forgot they were surrounded by cameras. “That can’t be right,” she laughed. “I called you that like once in our entire relationship when we wer-“ she stopped herself mid-sentence as she realized he was teasing her and she was about to put alllllll their business on front street. “I really hate you, you know that right?” 

He actually almost fell out of his seat in laughter as Charlotte shook her head and covered her face with her cards in embarrassment. 

Her mind floated back to once years ago when Michael made her squirt for the first time. He had been fucking her so hard and for so long she could barely formulate thoughts, let alone sentences. And as he demanded she scream his name over and over again, she shortened it to Kari out of pure necessity because she could barely say more than a syllable at a time. He teased her relentlessly afterward. 

“Impossible.” He winked at her. “Ok let’s get this back on track. Who’s my favorite athlete?” 

“Forever and always , Kobe.” 

“Right. What’s my favorite thing to cook?” 

“Bolognese… and you got good at some other homemade pasta sauces like pesto during the pandemic that you still like to do.” 

“Right. Aight, last one, oh this is a good one, what has been my favorite role and movie I’ve played in my career?” 

Charlotte mused for a moment. “Oof that is actually hard. I mean the easy answer is Adonis because you’ve spent the longest with him and I think you’ve valued watching your own career and who you are growing and evolving along with him? And you know, you got me outta that deal which is pretty great.” She joked. “But I think Killmonger and Black Panther will always hold a special place in your heart. Not just because of Chad but because that role was a stretch in terms of who he was and the darkness in him. He challenged you in a lot of new ways as an actor, I think And because of the cultural significance of that movie and the bond it created with Ryan and the entire cast. I’ve never seen you or quite frankly any cast with as close of a bond with each other as you all do. I mean I’ve watched you do 100 press tours and that was the first one you were genuinely sad to have end. And you know, while I would love to see Killmonger back, I think even if you never get the chance to pick that character up again, I think the experience of that character will stick with you forever.” 

She rubbed his arm gently as she spoke. 

“Yea you get a point for that. Not sure which of those I would choose either but the reasoning for both is super spot on. I think that’s, you know, what I value most about those two roles and projects specifically. Those are definitely the top two. Good job, baby girl. “That’s it! Who won??” Michael immediately inquired of the producer behind the camera. 

“You actually tied so you both win.” 

They leaned in and kissed each other. “Good job, baby. I guess we both have to pay up.” 

“Fine by me,” Charlotte winked at him. 

“Wanna tell us what you all wagered?” the producer asked. 

The couple laughed and shook their heads. “Nope, nice try though.”  

Michael winked at his wife before the producer yelled cut.

***

Thanks for the ask!! I love these so much lol

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#5

Cue Toby just staring at Slender intensely.

"It's been a long time, hasn't it, Slender... Not gonna lie, being your proxy had its perks, but it also had its downsides."

'You're not my Toby, are you?', the thin creature said, crossing his arms.

21 notes - Posted June 7, 2022

#4

Unknown:Uhm...where am i?Am i- *looks around and he can't seem to know where he is* okay, hello?Anyone here? *calles out for anyone* If uhm...i'm disturbing anyone here...i'm sorry, i try my best to go back but...this happens randomly!Can't control it...

A tall, thin figure in a suit approaches him(you called them a 'he', so I'm just inferring). 'How did you even...?', he stutters before reaching out a pale, bony hand to the unknown individual.

29 notes - Posted May 29, 2022

#3

(aight imma shove the last thing i sent in here since the gltch so we can continue the rp)

Zaen's whispering from earlier is a bit louder now, though the words are rubbish. Was he speaking a foreign language?

Zaen looks up, and the Papyrus is somehow startled though nothing about him seems off. Even he questions this as he shakes his head and spawns more bones, "I'm only going easy on you, I do have access to every attack in the multiverse. You could be easily be dead right now, count yourself lucky..But count out the goat, he looks like a goner."

He laughs again, and shoots the bones he's spawned at Zaen and Aliza. They stop abruptly before getting close, and a look of confusion spreads across his face as he tries to get them to move again but fails.

Zaen is scared, yet he looks at him with contempt.

*You look at Zaen with astonishment, but you refuse to bend down and help your brother.

*You look at Aliza, hoping to get an answer as to what happened.

40 notes - Posted May 30, 2022

#2

Random Tidbit of my Ask Blog Universe, if this is received well enough for someone to ask, I might actually start it:

Henry Emily: And then I told him tha-

Bonnie/Jeremy, pops head through small portal: Hey Mr Emily!

Henry: Yeah?

Bonnie: Your Gay!

Henry, thinking he'll win an argument: What about my gay?

Bonnie: It's re-arranging all the furniture in your office!

Henry, leaning into the portal to take a look: What do you me- What the... [proceeds to climb and fall in portal] WILLIAM AFTON GET BACK HERE WITH MY DESK, IT'S FINE WHERE IT IS!

William, dropping desk and running for dear afterlife: FUCK OFF HENRY, I'M TRYING TO MAKE THIS EASIER FOR YOU!

69 notes - Posted May 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Frostbite: "ngh!! Where am I..." ((I'm bored, so have an RP starter))

Oh? What's this? Who might you be? [Holds out her gloved hand]

92 notes - Posted May 26, 2022

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[onyx-roses]

Aight so this is little overdue since I finished the game awhile ago but I need somewhere to vent lol. So...Bayonetta 3...where to start??

Ok so for starters, even by Bayonetta standards I feel this game's story is a clusterfuck. Like the Bayo series story has always felt confusing to me due to there being time travel and whatnot (or maybe im just a dumb dumb who doesn't get it) but at least I feel Bayo 1 and 2 attempted to have a cohesive story. This one feels because of the whole multiverse thing, they must've felt like they could just retcon shit and do whatever they wanted Idk. I get that with this series, gameplay is the initial concern for the devs, and story is an afterthought but c'mon. The final boss is the wackest by far. Not only design but everything in general. And I felt the other multiverse bayos were wasted potential. They all got done so dirty. The multiverse was built up so much and then you rarely to get to see them and then they all die...like wtf. I'm especially still gagged at how chinese bayo died. In such a stupid fashion. She had more than enough time to react but no she stands there a few seconds too long and dies. This is Bayonetta we're talking about!! Her reaction time and reflexes are pretty much always flawless and she has witch time for fuck's sake! At least kill her in a more believable manner! And then Jeanne....my poor girl Jeanne. I feel killing her was so unnecessary. For what?? For fucking what?? Instead what I would have done was keep her alive and have her mentor Viola.

Now the ending....I admittedly didn't hate it like everyone else but it wasn't really stellar either. The final act of the game was overall pretty sus. Tbh, what I hated more than the ending itself was the fact that it is insinuated that Bayo 1 and Bayo 2 are two separate Bayos. That to me, not only makes things more confusing but makes the journey you take with Bayo 2 a little less meaningful? This whole time I thought we all played the sequel thinking we were seeing more of OG Bayo and her character development and what she had been up to but no. It was a different Bayo the whole time? Idk, I feel that lessens and cheapens everything we saw in Bayo 2. To think there was a direct connection between the two and nope. I will admit tho, it was pretty dope from a gameplay perspective, teaming up with the other two bayos was amazing. Not to mention when you take control over bayo 1, omg the feels. The fact that mysterious destiny is playing and her lifebar and magic mimic that of the first game.....just ugh amazing. I wish they would have let us switch between bayo 1 and 2 in that fight but oh well. At least at the end of the game, I was pleasantly surprised to see they brought back the 'let's dance boys' dance sequence. I rly missed it back in Bayo 2.

Ok so now admittedly imma nitpick some more minor things but they bugged me enough to mention them lol. First off why THE FUCK can't you play as Jeanne in the main story???? Y'all did it in the last two games! Just treat her as a skin/costume like in the previous games! I get her not being playable in Viola chapters but Bayo's? Nah son. Wtf. And they didn't giver her costumes either. Not. One. Like, the egyptian one is right fudging there. I'm not asking for 10 different outfits but c'mon. Or bare minimum they should have let us change her colors. Was also upset Viola got the same treatment too. Would have loved to have seen in her some different outfits or colors. Them getting rid of Umbran elegances made me sad. Nintendo costumes were also absent this time around which is a damn shame since those were a blast to use. This might be dumb but the lack of different taunts was a bit disappointing too. I would always look forward to choosing different weapons and seeing what taunt she had. I guess those got traded in for idle animations this time around. Now moving on to enemies, fights and bosses are bombastic as ever but man, the enemy design in this game is seriously lacking. The angels and demons are so memorable, they have character, they are brimming with originality. These white/green blobs ain't cuttin' it. I felt like I was fighting the same enemy over and over again. I think they may have exhausted all creativity into the demon slaves and masquerades. This next complaint is me being whiny bitch I get it lol but I REALLY don't understand why they changed the sounds for the platinum and pure platinum medals. Those are iconic sounds for the Bayonetta series. So why change them? Like, I'm seriously asking. Cause it seems like a random change to make? Now they are barely noticeable and sound like generic forgettable ass chimes. The camera in this game could get god awful at times too, which considering the high action pace of this game is a big problem.

So I could keep going but this is long enough lmao. Overall, I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy playing through Bayonetta 3. It's just as over the top and chaotic as previous titles. I genuinely had so much fun with this game. I don't really have any complaints of the gameplay mechanics off the top of my head. But everything else...my god, platinum has some 'splaining to do.

[dndeed]

Crit Role Miniature Rollout: C3E16 The Shade Mother

With Andrew Harshman

An archive and analysis of the minis used on CR.

I do appreciate a combat encounter with interesting objectives that are not simply “defeat all monsters”. Some sweet encounter design that made for an entertaining action scene. Exciting stuff.

Roll up your Green Seeker green sleeves, it’s time for Crit Role Miniature Rollout Campaign 3 Episode 16!

The List

Chest and Trove 5E Condition Rings

Mats by Mars Tabletop Mat Shattered Soil

Dwarven Forge Mountain Elevation Pack

Dwarven Forge Mountain Peak Pack

Dwarven Forge Caverns Deep

Dwarven Forge Caverns Deep Underdoom

Dwarven Forge Caverns Deep Encounter 13 - Crystal Cavern

Dwarven Forge Caverns Deep Stairway To Violence

Dwarven Forge Magnetic Trap Stand

Axe N Shield Single Flyer Risers - Clear Mithril

Arcknight Spell Effects

Custom Campaign 3 Party Minis

Waterdeep Dragon Heist #15 Darkling

Invisible Lightfoot Halfling Rogue Epic Level Starter Set

Lightfoot Halfing Rogue Epic Level Starter Set

Spell Effects: Arcane Fury & Divine Might Dancing Lights

Blood War #43 Red Hand War Sorcerer

Elemental Evil #009 Ghoul

Monster Menagerie 2 #08 Ghast

Suspected custom Amber Orb

Resin printed Shade Mother miniature painted by Iron Tusk Painting

Jewelry chain

Assorted scatter terrain

Favorite Mini of the Ep

The Shade Mother Resin printed miniature painted by Iron Tusk Painting Mini image sourced from the Critical Role Twitter photo by Chris Lockey Printing image sourced from Iron Tusk Painting

What a fearsome, gruesome, and awesome foe. Obviously I gotta award the Shade Mother favorite/best mini of the ep. What really strikes me about this totally custom resin printed Critical Role design is the stark contrast between the spindly torso and the rest of the bulky form. Very effective in instilling unease and fear in the players (and the audience).

Rip the Shade Mother’s fourth arm. Alas, resin printed models tend to be a tad delicate. Should be an easy fix though. In my experience, resin models break pretty cleanly. Just a bit of glue and she’ll be in fighting shape for the next boss battle.

Least Favorite Mini of the Ep

Green Seeker Gus Blood War #43 Red Hand War Sorcerer Mini images sourced from minisgallery.com

A Green Seeker not wearing green? This is an outrage! Worst miniature of the episode by far. haha, I joke of course, I’m actually very fond of this DDM sculpt. I just sorta picked this miniature because I’ve reviewed most of the other episode miniatures in previous blog posts. And I wanted to talk about this one. Though I have not reviewed this mini in the past, it has appeared in a past CR episode and can be seen in the background of C2E1.

What I really like about the Red Hand War Sorcerer miniature is that the pose concept is very boring and yet it looks so good. It’s a very epic and dramatic take on “spellcaster holds up staff”. My compliments to the sculptor. Lots of rich details, including a rad goatee and pair of bushy eyebrows, all the better for Green Seekin’ (+2 eyebrow perception bonus for sure).

Returning Minis

Green Seeker Olly Lightfoot Halfing Rogue Epic Level Starter Set Mini images sourced from minisgallery.com

Olly’s miniature first appeared as Iron Shepard Protto in C2E27. This miniature is pretty aight. Glad to see one of the Green Seekers wearing green. Branding is important. 

Shade Creeper Hive Husks Monster Menagerie 2 #08 Ghast and Elemental Evil #009 Ghoul Mini images sourced from minisgallery.com

What are these creatures called? Husks? They seem like a couple of husk-like dudes. idk- Anyway, these two minis were used in the C2E67 zombie horde. Not especially good models, but interestingly, these two undead are dressed almost identically. These two have better branding than the Green Seeker minis, good on ‘em! 

Closing Thoughts

I so enjoy player interactions with terrain. Orym using the mining machinery to knock over the big rock pillar was outstanding! Hope to see more of this terrain-based-tomfoolery in future episodes.

See ya next sesh!

#critroleminiaturerollout 

[dustofbrokenheart]

Saw that valentine's pairing and thought aight bet

I do have a heavy preference for the lost boys 1987, it just has that ✨🧛 I love

So for starters I'm 5'7 1/2, I have an undercut with my hair just above my shoulders, and either wear my painting boots or tennis shoes (both are black).

My closet trends from questionable animal prints from forever 21 to straight black tanktops, often I go with a black tank, jeans and my large black hoodie. Mostly because I'm on paint crew and have paint everywhere by the end of class.

My friends say I'm one confusing mf with alot of jokes and way too many innuendos that not all understand, each punchline given it's own flair. Despite all the pranks I do pull all stops to speak for my friends or help with advice. On the physical side I am lean with sadly no mean or gains, it's hard. Though oddly enough I have random knowledge that help in practical and in how do you know that situations. From how to roast chestnuts to the never put bloody swords in sheathes they will rust. Even tired and sick I'm always in an unironic silly goofy mood. Fun tidbit again I love explaining how popping knuckles works because I can crack my knuckles, wrists, neck, back, knees and elbows with the right circumstances in succession. Take that as you will.

Btw serious talk your works slap, like water at 3 am it gets that good good taste with an unknown flavour idk how to recreate

All the love

Chicken lad

"So, will you be my valentine, babe?" Paul looked up at you with his signature puppy eyes, presenting you your 14th gift. One for everyday of the month, he claimed.

You took the balloon twisted into a sword from him. Gave it a few thrusts and parries. "For the hundredth time, Paul, I accept. You didn't have to give me so much."

The sword joined its gift relatives on the table. Several stuffed animals (which you were certain he'd ripped off from poor suckers down at the Boardwalk), flowers he'd stolen from your neighbor's prized bushes, one of his concert tees, and a finger painting he did himself.

"I know, babe, but I can't help it! It's the most romantic month of the year! Besides, I thought you'd dig the sword seeing as how you were telling me all about—"

"How swords rust if you sheathe them bloodied. I know, I know." Then you shut him up with a solid, sweet kiss.

Paul would love your sense of humor and laugh at every punchline, even if he doesn't always understand them. Except innuendos, because he easily picks up on those. All of your facts would amaze him and he proudly tells people that he managed to bag a smart cookie. He'd mean it entirely affectionately when he calls you a nerd. And I think he'd be open to whatever advice you have to give.

(Serious talk: you're so sweet! I feel like I fly under the radar in the tlb writing group because I'm pretty shy, so I'm happy that you've found my stuff and like it! 😊🥺)

[fantasycorrupted-a]

aight, i’ve a couple more starters to write but i’m cramping quite unpleasantly so i’ll be taking a break for a bit

i feel like either diving into celestial 3 immediately (part 2 is about done, it just needs a light edit), writing a crossover where kieran and fiadh have a fiddle music battle and rum and a good time, and starting fiadh's story, but who knows what i will have the energy for :')

[bowl-of-shortness]

Ozqrow week, day 3

Sick day/Playing hooky

@ozqrowweek

“Fucking finally.” Qrow grumbled as he threw open the door to his house. Work had been miserable today, nothing of the fun variety like usual, just stupid meetings and talking with people. “I took this job because I didn’t want to talk to people. Not the other way around.” Although being a bounty hunter was as unpredictable in relations with people as it was handling grimm. He had gotten off work way earlier than he anticipated, normally he would’ve stayed out the entire day, but today it wasn’t even close to noon yet.

He stayed in a 2 hour meeting and then was allowed to leave, probably the only good thing about going to work today. As he flopped down onto the couch he started to contemplate what to do today, as much as he wanted to visit Oz he was probably busy, same with Glynda. Qrow sat up and looked around his small house, it was dimly lit, and there were clothes and trash laying around.

Heh, Ozzy would have a fit if he ever saw this. Maybe that’s what he could do, clean the house for once.

Qrow’s scroll rang, snapping him out of his thoughts. Picking up the small blue brick, he looked to see who was calling. Qrow arched an eyebrow, “Speaking of Ozzy...”. The noirett shrugged and answered “Hey Ozzy.” The voice he was expecting didn’t answer, rather a different familiar voice. Glynda sighed “Hello Qrow, it’s not Oz but it involves him.” Qrow’s original expression of confusion morphed into one of concern. “What happened?” He questioned, “Seems Oz pushed himself too hard again and got himself sick. Unfortunately I can’t take today off to take care of him, hence why I’m calling you.” Qrow could practically hear her frustrated expression, “No problem, what’s he sick with?” “Some respiratory illness, I’m not quite sure but he’s coughing violently.”

Almost on queue, Qrow heard violent coughing in the background. Seems cleaning the house is gonna have to wait. “Aight, give me a little bit and I’ll be there.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, “Thank you.”

Qrow opened the wooden door to the decently sized house and stepped inside, instantly he heard the coughing he heard over the phone and the familiar scoldings of Glynda. Turning the corner he found Ozpin laying on the couch, ouch, he looks worse than he normally does.

Ozpin looked over at him with exhausted eyes, Glynda turning around at the action, “Oh good, you’re here. I wrote a list of things he needs, just to make your life a little easier.” Qrow skimmed the list before turning back to her “Thanks. Now go to work before you get in trouble with anyone.”. Glynda thanked him again before exiting the house, leaving the two men alone.

Ozpin coughed again, huffing in irritation before collapsing back down on the couch. Qrow cocked an eyebrow and smirked, “And this,” he walked over and crouched down to Oz’s couch bound level “Is why I keep telling you to take breaks. You look like hell.”

Ozpin rolled his eyes, “Thanks.” Oz always was a bit sassier and grumpy when he was sick, ever since he was a kid. Qrow shook his head before standing up and picking Ozpin up. “H-huh?” Ozpin questioned, confused at the action, Qrow explained nonchalantly “I’m moving you to bed, it’s more comfortable that way.”

Once Ozpin had been secured in bed he almost instantly fell asleep, almost. He shook himself awake at the last minute, an action Qrow took notice to. “Y’know, it’s ok to sleep.” “No, it really isn’t. Not for me.” Ozpin choked out, in the process of losing his voice from all the violent coughing, The noirett was on the opposite side of the room getting some cough syrup for him. “For starters, you’re trying to give me medicine. It is quite difficult to do that if I were sleeping. Secondly, the nightmares get worse.” Fucking hell. This conversation again.

Qrow turned and looked to him, “Oz—“ “I don’t want to hear it.” He snapped. Seems this was a discussion he wasn’t in the mood to have, fine. “We’re talking about this later whether you like it or not.” The shorter man internally grumbled. After giving Ozpin his cough syrup, and him promptly chugging it down, Qrow joined Ozpin on the opposite side of the bed.

The silverett immediately latched onto Qrow in a hug, “Clingy, that’s new.” He thought curiously. Of course, he didn’t mind, why would anyone turn down a hug from this man? The shorter Necromancer started rubbing circles into the taller ones back, and soon, he heard gently snoring. Qrow internally breathed a sigh of relief, “Fucking finally, I wish he wouldn’t argue with me about this stuff.”

The noirett decided that it was best to make his partner something to eat for when he woke up. There’s just one problem with that, “Holy shit he’s got an iron grip on me.” Qrow couldn’t move. So there’s a few decisions the noirett contemplated, get up and risk waking Oz out of well deserved sleep, stay there and fall asleep with, or try to maneuver his way out of Ozpin’s iron grip. “Eh, it’s a nice thought to do it before he wakes up but it’s not necessary. Plus I’m comfortable so I guess I’m succumbing to my fate.” Qrow internally chuckled.

The noirett was woken up by Ozpin moving some time later, looking up at the taller mans expression Qrow noticed how he seemed to still be asleep. Something was off though, Ozpin looked, panicked, despite being asleep. It dawned on the shorter man “Nightmares.” He gently shook the silver haired man awake, Ozpin jolting upright once he was awake, breathing hard. His heavy breathing was interrupted by a harsh coughing fit as Ozpin attempted to stumble over to the bathroom.

Qrow watched him cautiously, it seemed like Ozpin had forgotten that Qrow was even there. He stayed silent for a while until Ozpin looked up at the mirror and stumbled back, nearly hitting his head. The noirett was quick to jump out of bed, “Oz!” Ozpin’s head snapped in the direction to the sound. “Q-Qrow, I—“ “Are you alright?! What was that?” The shorter necromancer hugged Ozpin tightly.

“I—, I thought I saw something. Heh, seems I was wrong.” Ozpin made a sound at the second part of that sentence that sounded similar to a chuckle while also a wheeze. Qrow, thoroughly concerned, helped Ozpin back into bed. Where Ozpin proceeded to latch right back onto him.

They laid there for a while, Qrow whispering reassurance to Ozpin and Ozpin staying silent. The silverett didn’t want to move, if he could, he’d stay here forever. Holding Qrow, feeling safe from all those nightmares, but life is cruel and they both have lives to live. But for now, even just for a day, he’d like to stay here. Ozpin snuggled in further, Qrow laughing at the reaction.

“If you get me sick with all this cuddling I’m gonna be so pissed at you.” “Mmm” Ozpin replied, not truly caring. Mumbling into Qrow’s charcoal colored hair, Ozpin spoke “Maybe then you would finally take a day off from work like I’ve been asking you to.” “Yeah yeah yeah. Whatever Ozzy, keep dreaming.”

The rest of the day was spent in bed, one occasionally getting up to grab something, then falling back to sleep, repeat cycle until the next morning.

Ozpin woke up, feeling much better than the day before, before he could turn to look at Qrow, the sound of violent coughing came from right next to him. Qrow collapsed back down on the bed from his coughing fit.

“Seems Someone is sick.” Ozpin smirked

“No thanks to you.” The shorter man glared up at Ozpin.

Ozpin feigned confusion while tapping a finger to his chin, “Hmmm, What was that you said? “Keep dreaming” about having you take a day off?”

Qrow rolled his eyes and turned over, facing away from Ozpin “Shut up.”

“I am not sure why you’re complaining~” the silverett replied in a singsong voice.

Qrow looked over his shoulder and glared, Ozpin smiled “You’ll be taken care of by me all day, so I truly am not sure why you’re complaining. I thought you liked me taking care of you and spoiling you~”

The noirett’s face flushed. Ok, he had a point.

Maybe being sick wasn’t going to suck as much as he originally thought.

[wetwellie]

Hey have you ever wanted an AU where Bitty didn’t play hockey and instead decided to become an international country/pop star like Hannah Montana? 

No? Just me? Well. Let me elaborate and win you over

(Best quotes: “Fuck you and the horse you rode in on”  “If I discovered the identity of Richard Coach I would close my eyes and carry him to safety like the train passengers did in Spiderman 2″ )

Bitty has always been a performer. There is a whole mess of VHS tapes from his formative years where he’d perform for his family. The video of Bitty wearing a christmas garland around his neck like a festive Boa, his father’s shades, and performing for a group of stuffed animals had become a staple of the Bittle’s Christmas. 

Bitty would never be ashamed of those VHS tapes. No matter how embarrassing he thought they were, if it weren’t for his mother uploading them onto Youtube for easier online sharing, he wouldn’t have become a hit. He wouldn’t have gotten to perform on Ellen at 11, win his first Grammy at 14, and all in all be given the wonderful life he’d been given.

Except Eric Bittle does not get the credit for any of it. That’s all Richard Coach--Country turned Pop superstar. 

The connection between Bittle and Coach was made for a multitude of reasons: 

          1. His mother was incredibly weary of posting private information onto a public website like Youtube, 

          2. Most of the 480p videos were of a baby Bitty dressed up in “costumes”, and his mother always called him “Dicky” in them. 

          3. Richard Coach has black hair, dreamy green eyes, and is the American Everyman. According to literally everyone in Madison, Bittle is blond and funny. 

Regardless. This was his life. Despite the constant stress, Bittle had grown to appreciate the distinct separation between his two lives. 

And this is how he finds himself sitting in an interview promoting his final album before going on an extended hiatus for school. For something so final, it was fairly casual. 

“So Richard, sources say that you’re a soon-to-be college man, but those sources said nothing about which one” Bitty, who is comfortably nestled into his Richard persona, laughs, “I’m kinda proud to beat the researchers. I was worried about that” “So I guess this means you won’t be hinting at which one you are going to” He nods “Unfortunately that is true. I put a lot of thought into this decision--going to college that is. And as much as I love my fans and my life, I want to focus on being a more or less normal kid at college for a while.” “Well, that is certainly a good dream to have but...”The woman pauses, trying to think of a good way to put it, “You are already one of the most famous faces and biggest names in the world. What steps are you taking to obtaining that ‘normal’ experience?” “I’m sorry? I don’t know what you mean” “Let me give an example. How can you be sure that your peers --or professors-- won’t freak out when they see Richard Coach is on the class roster for Math 101?”

“For starters, if you think I’m taking any kind of math course you are mistaken. Fans won’t have to worry about seeing me there.” They both laugh before he continues. “And secondly, I’m not going to be using my stage name while at school. I never have, so why would I now?” Bitty knows he’s made a mistake the second it slips out of his mouth. The woman’s eyes widen with shock briefly for a moment before she regains her composure and grins like a shark that had smelled blood. 

She leans in, “Richard Coach is a stage name?” 

“Um” is all Bitty can say. He grips the sides of his jeans until his fists are white with tension. “I thought that you all knew that already?”

She shakes her head. He looks around to the crew briefly. They shake their head. Even his manager (slash mother) in the corner, shakes her head. 

“Oh” he sighs. “Well it is.” “So what you’re saying is that nobody in your private life knows who you are? There is a high school full of students who don’t know they just graduated with, well, you? How is that possible?” He shrugs his shoulders “No one was looking, I guess.”

“Kudos to you for keeping the lid on that secret for so long” is what she says. But all Bitty can hear is her saying scoop of the year. “But I worry that your fans will take this information and turn it into a scavenger hunt” At this point, Bitty is full of rage. He wants to say I don’t see you offering to cut this part of the interview, or people who deliberately try to out people’s secrets for personal gain are not, and never will be, my fans, or even just fuck you and the horse you rode in on. 

Instead, he politely smiles and continues to talk about how he hopes the deal he made with his record company will satiate any need to know about his personal life. In any other world, it should have.

The deal with the record company is that Richard does a few remote talk show appearances during the semester.  He is also encouraged to keep up with a blog where he talks about his life and posts at least one video of him singing monthly. 

It should have been more than enough to keep the fans interested during his time away, instead Bitty found that they fueled the flames. 

Three days after the interview, Bitty sits hunched over his laptop on the floor of a half unpacked dorm room. It’s like a car crash, the way he can’t stop himself from constantly refreshing and switching from tab to tab of every social media and news site that is talking about his interview, his secret life, and the video he posted to youtube literally an hour ago. 

He looked up to the bed, where Senor Bun wearing his Richard wig is sitting--judging him. Seven years is a long time to keep a secret more or less unintentionally, but it only takes a moment for it to all bite you in the ass. 

At least they don’t know that it’s a wig, Bitty thinks as he runs his hand through his naturally sandy blond hair. That had been able to divert a lot of the attention from him to the plethora of copycats and lookalikes claiming to be him. 

“If I discovered the identity of Richard Coach I would close my eyes and carry him to safety like the train passengers did in Spiderman 2″

“Dude, everyone on that train in saw Spiderman’s face” “Wh--That’s not the point! The point is that the folks on the train weren’t dicks to Spiderman. We can’t be dicks to Coachie”

“Aight. That’s fair, but irrelevant because there’s no way that Coacher is here at Samwell” “We could see him on an away game” 

“Holtzy I don’t think that a boy born that deep in the south has ever even set foot in an ice rink” The voice says. It sounds like they’re right outside of his dorm. There’s a knock on the door.  Bitty jumps. “Open up bro!” Shit. Bitty scurries off of the floor,grabs his wig and senor bun and (gently) hurls them across the room into the closet. He slams the closet door shut, grabs his tote full of pies, and opens the door.  “Hey fellas!”

[6clawdy6]

aight I showed you my favs, now you return the favor and tell me your fav Pokemon from each gen

Alrighty then!

GEN 1

You can never go wrong with Charizard. The guy is a tank in the right situation and on top of that, this thing can fuckin FLY.

Favorite non-starter is Pikachu, because I grew up with the lil guy. It's no wonder he's the main Pokemon mascot. He's adorable, he's cute, and if you get one leveled up to 100 without evolving, you will have a pika powerhouse.

Other favorites from this gen are Meowth and Zubat.

GEN 2

My favorite from the starter lines is Bayleaf. There's something about the design that's pleasing for me to see.

Non-starter wise was a tougher call with this gen, but I gotta say it. I beat a Champion once with a fuckin Crobat and that Crobat has had my heart since. Many people underestimate Crobat's speed in a battle.

I also really love Celebi.

GEN 3

Grovyle stole my heart the moment I saw it, man. A bit of a rare all-rounder of a starter.

Duskull had me hooked when I saw it. It's super cute and it was what got me hooked onto and appreciating Ghost types.

I also enjoyed Kirlia, which I absolutely adored and still adore, alongside Mawile and Jirachi.

GEN 4

Empoleon was my fuckin bestie in this gen, aight? Dude is a fucking tank. Water/Steel is a phenomenal typing combo.

My main man as a non-starter has gotta be Lucario. Not only is it fast, it hits hard. Another excellent all-rounder.

Others I enjoyed include Buizel, Drifloon, Buneary, Froslass, Sky Forme Shaymin, and most definitely, Darkrai. Lot of favorites from this gen.

GEN V

I was originally torn on this one, but when the chips come down, I have to say that my favorite is from the starter lines is Samurott. I have the BEST fuckin Samurott in my opinion. Plus the design is fantastic.

Non-starter wise, Yamask won my heart by a landslide. Just the entries for the little guy is enough to break my heart. Yamask needs a hug.

I also enjoyed Purrloin, Swoobat, Audino, Petilil, Zoroark, and Lampent.

GEN VI

It had to be the fuckin fire mage, man. Delphox is one of the few fire-psychic types, and that shit kicks major ass. I love it. Plus the design is amazeballs.

As for the non-starter...got to be Phantump. The little guy's Pokedex entries just tug at the heartstrings. They're just...baby. Also needs hugs.

The only other one I liked from this gen is Noibat.

GEN VII

Primarina does it for me, really. The design is absolutely gorgeous, and plus, this is the first starter that's also a fairy type! Very neat indeed.

As for non-starter, it's Mimikyu that earned my favor. It's just so precious and it only wants your lovin'. No shame in that. Understandable motive too. Poor guy.

Others I liked are Pikipek, Mareanie, Salazzle, and Lunala.

GEN VIII

Inteleon just does it for me, man. Not only does it remind me of Gex, I am a sucker for the move that's specifically exclusive to Inteleon, "Snipe Shot". It's a real fantastic move that really takes a good chunk of out of the opponent Pokemon's HP. Not to mention it's just so suave and sassy, I love it. Plus, it's a pure water type. Truly beautiful.

And finally, my favorite non-starter Pokemon from the Galar region...man. This was a very difficult choice, but ultimately...it was Galarian Zigzagoon I enjoyed the most. It's a straight up punk! I love it.

I also liked Nickit and it's evolution, Thievul, as well as Polteageist, Hatterene, Zacian, Zamazenta, and Eternatus.

Sorry for no images. Hope this is okay!

[catfishandthebottlefan]

#3 - Anxiety

Trigger Warning - Panic Attacks and general Anxiety

A/N - Thank you to everyone who enjoyed my last fic or anyone who left a note :) I really appreciate it a lot!! This fic is kinda based on my own feelings of anxiety particularly in social situations, so I played on it a bit, using the idea that not all panic attacks involve hyperventilation/shaking etc. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this fic.

It’s a sunny Sunday morning, and, as the sun splits through the tiny cracks in your blinds, you open your eyes. 

Something’s not right. Something’s going to go wrong today.

You take a deep breath in. Intrusive thoughts. Great.

It’s only 8am, meaning you have plenty of time for a quick run around the block and a shower before Van wakes up. You’ve been in the habit of getting up and putting your running gear on straight away, meaning you’ve got to go straight out and stretch your legs. Otherwise, you’d end up flopping about on the sofa all morning, drinking endless cappuccinos - not good for your body or your mind. You had figured out running gives you an energy boost without the nervousness and rapid heartbeat you get from caffeine.

You pull on your trainers and swiftly walk out of your house onto the street. Everything seems louder today. The cars driving past and the planes flying by would usually be welcome company, but, today, they are deafening. You know this feeling too well. You practise the deep breathing technique Van told you about a few years ago - in for 4, hold for 7, out for 8. You ground yourself using the ‘5 things you can see, 4 things you can hear, 3 things you can feel, 2 things you can smell, and 1 thing you can taste’ technique.

Calm.

You continue your run, narrowly avoiding the postman as you tune into your music, and tune out of the world. It’s just you and the run now. 

You arrive home 5 minutes earlier than usual - a new personal best, although you don’t run for speed. You walk upstairs, regaining your breath, and, peeling off your sweaty lycra clothing, you jump in the shower. You apply the shampoo, rubbing it into your scalp, savouring the feeling of cleanliness as the steam rises through your body.

Suddenly, the shampoo bottle crashes to the ground. You leap away from it like a startled horse. You feel your heart racing as you pick the bottle back up. Jeez, you’re jumpy today.

After your shower, you walk back into your bedroom, one towel wrapped around your body and the other around your hair. Although it’s reaching 9 o’clock, Van’s still asleep, as usual. You put your dressing gown on and walk downstairs.

You check the wall calendar Van bought you as part of your Christmas gifts. There’s a different dog for each month, and June is apparently the month of the Golden Retriever. 

Today, you and Van are going to pick up Larry at 10 and go into Manchester city centre for a day out, before heading to Van’s parents’ for their infamous Sunday roast at 6pm. You will then be staying the night (and probably the next afternoon), before heading home to chill with the boys that evening. Rumour has it they magnetise towards each other after being apart for over 24 hours.

You make yourself a coffee, the machine particularly screaming this morning as it prepares your decaf cappuccino. You then set it to an espresso for Van, knowing he would be up soon. As if on cue, Van appears in the doorway as the machine finishes making his coffee.

“Hey, babe,” says Van, his voice raspy.

For no reason, you leap round, almost as if you are frightened by the sound of his voice, which is definitely not the case. Van’s voice is the most calming sound in the world to you.

“You okay?” he asks, concerned.

“Yeah, I’m fine babes,” you reply, exhaling, “just a bit anxious today, that’s all.”

Van walks towards you and places a hand on your shoulder.

“Are you going to be okay to go to Manchester today?” he asks.

God, you love that boy.

“Of course,” you say, “I’ve been looking forward to it all week.”

---

“Aight lids?” Larry grins, cheerily, getting into the back of your car, “Dunno why I’ve always got to go in the back.”

“Front’s reserved for VIPs,” Van chuckles from the passenger seat, “and you’re about 5 foot off the ground, mate.”

You and Larry exchange the same knowing look you always exchange when Van tries his luck.

“Don’t be mean to Larry.” You scold Van jokingly, “Or it’ll be you in the back on the way home.”

“What are you, my mum?” Van sighs, with a suppressed laugh.

“No, but I’ll tell your mum tonight that you were being mean to Larry.” you threaten, knowing Van would never want his mum to think badly of him.

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop!” He says, chuckling.

You put your seatbelt on and drive away. Van fiddles with the stereo, going through the stations, until Larry shouts from the back.

“Van! It’s us!” 

Van lets go of the tuning knob as the beginning of Longshot plays.

“Yes Catfish!” you cheer as you drive. You’re the band’s number one fan.

It’s still a novelty hearing Van’s voice on the radio.

“What station is this?” says Larry, peering over at the dashboard.

“A bloody good one.” Van replies, amused.

--

You arrive in Manchester half an hour later. Any feelings of anxiety seemed to have quietened down you since you got in the car, thank God, however, they were still there in the background. The voices telling you you weren’t good enough. The intrusive thoughts. They were all still there, just slightly muted.

You drive up the ramp of the multi-storey car park, finding a space on the fourth level. Simultaneously, you, Van, and Larry swing your doors open.

“Oh, shit.” you say, hearing a thud. 

The door of your white Fiat 500 had left a massive dent in the side of the red Ford Focus parked next to you. You now faced a dilemma. Leave a note, or hope they don’t notice.

“Y/N, what was that?” asks Van.

“I think I just smashed someone’s car up by accident.” you reply, sheepishly.

The damage was worse than you thought. There was a line of white paint on the car next to you. Your heart begins to race as you try to decide what to do. You then realise how high up you are in the car park.

Fuck shit fuck fuck. You’re gonna fall. Get away from the edge. Leave a note. You don’t have any paper. You can’t leave a note. That makes you a shitty person. You’re a shitty person. What if the car’s owners can’t afford to get it fixed. What if they’re poor and you’ve just given them another bill to pay. What if the car’s brand new? They’ll be mad at you, the people are mad at you, everyone’s mad at you. It’s so high up. You’re gonna fall.

“Y/N?” 

“Y/N?”

You hear Van and Larry calling on you. Everything’s blurry and you can’t place where the sounds are coming from. You extend your arms, grasping at the air, desperately trying to regain the sense of where you are. 

You feel a warm pair of hands on each of your shoulders.

Van.

You open your eyes to see Van’s chest at your eye level. He’s wearing that black and white stripy jumper you love. He pulls you into a tight hug as the tears begin to fall down your face. 

“It’s okay,” he says quietly, “You’re safe.”

Larry stands beside him. He’s seen you have a panic attack before, when you were 16. You were backstage at one of Catfish’s first gigs. The memory is blurred, but you remember feeling guilty as it was Van performing in front of all those people, and you were the one panicking. That same feeling of guilt floods your chest again.

“I’m sorry.” you whisper, your arms wrapped tightly around Van’s waist.

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” says Larry, sympathetically.

You burrow closer into Van’s chest. You attempt to take deep breaths, still choked up by your tears. Larry stands behind you, slowly rubbing your back in a circular motion.

After about a minute, you pull away slowly from Van’s hold. He looks you in the eye with the same concerned look he gave you 8 years ago, when you were 16 and it was the first time your anxiety had attacked you in front of him. 

“Do you want to go home?” he says, softly.

You want more than anything to go home but you put on a brave face.

“No, I’m okay.” you say, affirmatively.

Anxiety was not winning this time.

“Are you sure?” asks Larry, also seeming worried.

“Yes,” you reply.

Van moves to your right hand side, and Larry moves to your left. After wiping your sweaty palms on your black jeans, you grab onto each of their hands tightly. This helps to ground you, and makes you feel more supported as you exit the car park. You know not to walk towards the lift. Van can’t bear small spaces.

As you all take the stairs down to the shops, hand in hand, you have an important realisation. 

We all have our demons. Yours is making decisions and your fear of letting others down. Van’s is small spaces. Larry’s is losing at Fifa. 

No matter how futile or insignificant our worries may look to others, they are important to us. But we can’t let the anxiety beat us down.

A/N - I know this one was a bit of a slow starter, but well done if you made it to the end. Thanks for reading, feel free to leave a note or even a reblog if you liked it. Your comments make my day :) ~ A x

[linkzr]

aight so there's a super informative translation of Kalios's stream last night on how Boston went, and I'm going to repost the translation (w permission) here so more people can see it. Here is the original translation on r/cow, but this info is pretty important to know and OP agreed it'd be good for more people to see it.

Disclaimer: This wasn't a press release so he went back and forth while telling the story so I had to piece them together in some form of chronological order.

*Coach Crusty

Kalios said that Crusty was under the impression that he would be the head coach and will be the one to make decisions about the team only to find out that job is actually Huk's.

Despite being in a difficult place himself, Crusty helped the players through difficult times both mentally and physically.

Kalios also said Crusty was doing so much work while not actually being the one who gets to make decisions.

After Crusty's departure, the meta changed, but the team got no directions from the coaching staff on how to prepare for the new meta.

While Kalios couldn't tell about Huk's other talents, his coaching ability looked questionable to him and he didn't find Huk to be knowledgeable about Overwatch in general.

This thought was shared within all the players and not just the KR players and many of the players were not happy with how Huk was running the team.

One morning, all the players gathered together earlier than usual to talk to HUK as a team because they felt none of the players had the fame nor the power to talk to 1v1 to Huk.

He didn't go into details on how the meeting went.

*.Earlier stages

Kalios admits he behaved terribly during the early stages and doesn't blame the team for criticizing him for those actions.

He said he was overconfident which lead to some friction with the coaches and he didn't back down.

In hindsight, he said he shouldn't have done that to someone as famous as Huk and as highly regarded as Huk when he was just a relatively unknown player.

*Translator issues.

He said while it is true that the team had a translator, the problem was that the translator's Korean was not fluent.

According to Kalios, he had trouble coming up with words in Korean to explain stuff and most of the actual translations were through Crusty with Gamsu helping out occasionally which is why it was very difficult times for Gamsu when Crusty left.

*. Gamsu taking a break.

One day, Kalios got a call from Crusty saying Gamsu suddenly left for a break in Korea because he was breaking down mentally and they needed a main tank.

Kalios had some experience playing Winston when he tried out for Runaway so he played winston in scrims for couple of days before going on stage.

It was really difficult for him and he remembers dying over 20 times in a single game which was very frustrating, but Crusty cheering him up helped him a lot.

He later asked to visit Korea since he wasn't even in the scrims, but was denied by Huk saying only main roster players can do that and if Kalios wanted to visit Korea, he could do so only by giving up the contract and giving up his salary.

*. Getting kicked from practice room.

After his struggles within the team earlier in the season, his frustrations came from the simple fact that he's not participating in scrims.

He was told that because of the tight schedule in the regular season, the team had no time to bring in non starters for scrims and Kalios accepted that.

When the team had 3-4 weeks to prepare for the play-offs, Kalios had a meeting with Huk asking to participate in scrims because he felt he could perform well in the new meta since he was playing on live server for a long time but was quickly shut down by Huk saying "No, Note is better".

Kalios said he was frustrated but didn't do anything to interfere with the team's practice unlike what the article suggested and he's not even sure how one would do that.

He simply played ranked games while the team scrimmed behind him and didn't even use voip.

One day, Kalios decided to spectate a scrim and asked the analyst .

There are 6 spectating slots for each team, but while spectating the scrim he was suddenly kicked from the game without any explanations but was later told it was because Huk wanted to join.

Kalios had nothing to do, so he started a stream with the title "playing maple story because I got kicked from spectating scrims".

Huk called Kalios and confronted him about the stream title how he was blaming the team and asked Kalios to pack his bags and that's how Kalios got kicked out from the practice room.

*. Plane tickets

He's not sure what happened with mistakes, but for the Korean players the team didn't pay for the return tickets because he specifically remembers using his card to book his,Striker's and Neko's tickets back home.

*regarding Huk's response post& living conditions.

1. no player is getting league minimum salary.

- He said "technically he's right I guess", but said his first digit of the salary was between 5 and 6 and many players had similar numbers. He said after taxes, he got about 1300$ every 2 weeks.

2. Huk denying players cried in front of him.

-Kalios said he's not sure about other players, but he himself cried in front of him when he got kicked from the practice room because he felt he was being treated unfairly because of who Huk is and how powerful he is.

3.living conditions

Players lived in a 2 story house.

It had 2 rooms on the 2nd floor and no rooms on the 1st floor so players were divided only by partitions when they slept.

The house had nothing so it was a place to just get there when very tired and go to sleep, but even that was difficult because of noises people made since many of them didn't even sleep in a room.

[pepprs]

[DONT RB] ok so there’s no way for me to talk abt this that isn’t gonna make me look like an absolute dumbass but im in the middle of a creative existential crisis and i rly need help figuring it out :•( this is gonna get SUPER LONG so im putting it under a readmore. thank u to anyone who reads this!!! and double thank u to anyone who can give some input / advice, i rly rly appreciate it. im sorry abt the length!

aight so for some background.... ive been drawing n writing poetry for abt 5 yrs now and both of those things r rly important to me. in school im an english major w a creative writing minor (for the poetry) and i work as a graphic designer (for the art) so ive been growing a lot as an artist and writer esp in the past 2 yrs and im kinda workin towards one or the other (or ideally both somehow!) as a career. one of the biggest dreams ive had since i started seriously pursuing both of these hobbies 5 yrs ago is to publish a book of poetry that i design / illustrate myself, and also to have a portfolio online where ppl can read all of my poetry and see all of my artwork (both professional / work stuff but also archives of all of my sketchbooks since those r rly important to me!!!) and maybe even make some sort of online shop where ppl can buy my art (stickers, keychains, etc!) and my poetry books!

that sounds pretty simple right? WRONG!!!!!! why? bc im a fucking idiot! and there are several dumb things i do that make this dream completely impossible for me to achieve! love that for me!

so for starters... ive been posting (almost) all of my art and ALL of my poetry online for all 5 yrs ive been creating it. that’s bad because:

ive hardly ever used my real name (which i would want to use for the book / shop / portfolio), it’s been under my usernames / aliases that go along w them (p*pe, pep, pea, etc and related usernames that shall not be mentioned) and i started going by my real first name only abt a yr ago, but still maintain those usernames for the most part in conjunction w my real name

my work has been primarily been posted to d*viantart and tumblr which aren’t exactly the most uh... professional places to do that. not that there rly are many i guess lmao but still

my online persona on these platforms is rly like. lax and loose which is Cool And Quirky when brought into a professional setting if it’s done right i guess.... but im just immature and unprofessional. i swear all the time, i shitpost constantly, im incessantly tmi? and that’s not even it like it’s just a whole mess!

SO there’s that whole set of problems and like im just concerned because... i stopped posting art online last yr for the most part and a lot of the old stuff that’s on dA (since that was rly where i did it most) is bad and not worth sharing like that anyways, so im not as worried abt that. but my poetry.... i still actively post that online in all my messiness and candidness here and like. it’s rly not that hard to find me? like if u copy a poem of mine and put it in google it’ll pull up my dA right away! and that’s like.... GOD i just am embarrassed for anyone irl to see that or for that to be connected with my irl / professional self in the future, but i don’t want to stop posting my work there (or here!!!!!) bc the community is so supportive and ive made some rly good connections / built a lot of traction over the 5 yrs ive been doing it. (PLUS for the online portfolio i wanna do specifically... i kinda want to post all of my art and poetry there, like everything ive ever done (specifically poetry, ive written almost 500 poems over the 5 yrs ive been doing it!), but i feel like that’s not rly the most professional thing to do and idk how to even gauge whether it is or not :-/)

but that’s not all!!!! because there’s another part to this and that is: the very nature of the content i produce is Not Good! for my art it’s not as much of a problem bc since I work as an artist rn a lot of what i make is professional, but for my personal art... a lot of that is either self portraits or my characters and a lot of my characters are like. animals. like specifically pepe (who is basically Me As A Cat).... i draw her constantly and so much of my best work is of her but it’s just like? embarrassing i guess for my ocs to take up so much of my portfolio and sketchbooks and stuff and share that. like i know everyone has characters and it’s not bad to do that and share that but i feel like ppl will judge me :-( so it’s made me rly hesitant to post stuff to my art ig for example bc i just don’t fucking know how to act, like it’s bad enough that i can’t type the way i want to and i have to type in proper caps n whatever instead bc irls i don’t know / trust as well follow me (including some ppl from work? Yikes?)....... but i feel like i can’t share my sketchbook stuff for example bc it’s all cats and my characters and visual shitposts and im uncomfy to share that bc like... im almost 20 and i don’t want ppl to think im immature or whatever? i kno i should feel like it’s my account and i can post wot i want but like. i fucking can’t bro i just can’t!!

and THEN.... my poetry. that’s the biggie bc like for my art? even tho im uncomfortable i don’t mind sharing that w ppl i know irl but for my POETRY.... it’s very easy to find like where i share that i guess? (the google thing i mentioned earlier but also its linked to my art on here and dA too... f) but i literally never actively share my writing w irl ppl unless im performing @ an open mic or workshopping in class bc im fucking terrified of the possibility of irl ppl finding my poetry. it’s almost ironic how public ive been w it online but how private i am abt it irl... it’s like im living a double life and it’s fucking terrible but it’s the only way i feel safe. bc like art is what i do for other ppl and also to destress and vent when i need a quick fix on my own time. but poetry.... that’s personal, it’s where i feel most like myself, it’s how i talk abt my life and ppl in it and make meaning of things and talk abt things authentically and Get Deep. and my literal worst nightmare is for ppl (who have the explicit ability to by virtue of Knowing Me) to read into it and Understand what im talking abt and have that power over me and see me differently for feeling the way i do or doing what i do. ive actually already been burned by this before after my mom read some work of mine that had been published irl (i don’t want to get too into it but basically i retroactively outed myself thru her reading that poem for what it was and it was Very Very Bad) and as paranoid abt it as i was before, it’s even worse now that it’s actually happened to me and could happen again at any time, esp if i decide to take my work further.

that manifests in a few ways too, like my writing is so cryptic and vague and very heavy on metaphors / symbolism and shit partially out of that deep fear and need to shield myself and my work. sometimes in spaces where i do feel comfy sharing, ppl have a hard time understanding my poetry unless i give context. online and on stage and in workshop ppl don’t rly know me outside of a context where the only thing we have in common is self expression thru poetry, so i don’t rly mind sharing more when it’s appropriate. but if i were to share my work as a book or w/e, ppl im close to (who maybe don’t always think like a poet / artist does bc they aren’t that) would want to buy it and read it and might ask abt what it means and i don’t even know what i would do in that situation. and if ppl were to read my work and see themselves / others in it, whether it is abt them or not, im scared it could genuinely damage relationships like it did with my mom.

SO UH.... idk where im going w this rly, i kno it’s long and rambly and melodramatic and im probably overthinking it and making a mountain out of a molehill and nobody even knows / cares abt me AND my work @ the same time enough to read That Deep into it. but it just fucking sucks that im so uncomfortable and insecure that i can’t comfortably fulfill literally the one single long term goal / life dream that i have. andthe thing that sucks is i can’t talk to Anybody abt this except like... my sister and brother bc they’re the only ppl i genuinely tell everything to, but they don’t have the knowledge and expertise abt art / poetry that like... my poetry prof does, for example. and my poetry prof is one of the best ppl ive ever met and the Only person ive ever met irl who respects and understands my poetry in the exact way i need someone to. she and i have been talking and she rly wants to help me publish my poetry bc she sees merit in my work and knows how bad i want to / how successful it’s been already, but i don’t know how to talk abt this to her bc im embarrassed to tell her abt posting online and being ashamed abt my muses and all that and it just!!! sucks so much bc i kinda want to publish my work @ least once before i graduate and do it semi regularly for the rest of my life? but there’s so much in my way and it’s just! FGGFHDGJGGGG

[chatoyisou]

hey hey hey this is a psa ! my coraline is divergent ! the way the movie treats wybie makes me very uncomfortable & i do not condone that ! also some extra things i debated before going fuck it & decided to just do 

coraline does not act as mean as she does in the movie . for starters ; she never punches / shoves / hurts wybie at any point in the movie .

like i know i talked about coraline being a bully / brat & liking her character development from that but ..... imma be real here ! the movie did it in a bad way & i don’t like it !

her bad demeanor is temporary if not fleeting . she ’ s upset & sad about moving + stressed about it , since her parents didn ’ t give her a clear reason why at first . this doesn ’ t excuse her actions , so for my next point :

coraline does not treat wybie that horribly ! she doesn ’ t say “ why were you born ” / that sort of stuff . from the first moment she might be snappish & a little annoyed at him , but she is quick to clear that up & apologize . she was & is a kind girl , after all . they hit it off as great friends at the end of the first well scene .

this holds up in every other scene afterwards ! especially in the banana slug scene ; my coraline was not mean to him at all in that scene & didn ’ t lay a finger on him , unless it was a helping hand .

in the part where she drags wybie in ; she notices his discomfort & simply tells him outside . her logic ? 1 ) what if the beldam hears , 2 ) hey she isn ’ t gonna force him & wants him to be comfortable , because he ’ s her friend .

aight the other stuff i mentioned : coraline is part korean / japanese + russian . take this out of my cold dead hands , you literally can ’ t there ’ s no canon thing in the book + the movie is an interpretation . okay that ’ s all

[geo-theatre-diary-blog]

Mary Poppins Diary 2018

well hello There, I had diary of the show last year, so I'm making one this year, or at least I'm starting it, I won't continue it until we get into the opera house on Thursday, so in 4 days, also I don't have much down time in the show, so idk if it'll be longer or not, and similar to last time there's a hurricane a-comin, hurricane Florence is apparently going to hit North Carolina hard, it won't be as close to us as irma, but we will probably get some bad weather, oh also, do you remember noah from the last show, he is playing Bert in this show. Welp that is enough introduction so... se ya Thursday!

  Surprise I'm back, they are reworking step in time... a week and a half before the show..... UUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHH!

In other news, there is a big group chat (like last time) and it's a bit bigger now, there is: holden, caraline, Lillian, savanna, cadence, noah, lolly, kane, Damaris, Bethany, mary grace, Clara grace, Brenley, kasha*, Lydia*, Cassie*, hope*, caleb* and Zoë* (* means they are new)

ALSO we have 2 sets of Janes and Michaels. So that's a little bit of an introduction, so ye, NOW I WILL SEE YOU AT THE OPERA HOUSE.

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  Hi, it's the next day, I've decided that Imma still update it a little before we get to the opera house. Hurricane Florence is now a category 4, and South Carolina has evacuated its coast, o boi. Also we aren't moving into the opera house on Thursday like I thought, we move in on Saturday.

  Im at rehearsal right now, they are about to start practically perfect. Clara grace isn't here so margo is having to say her lines from the audience. Mortimer and I had a long conversation about video games; his favorite is Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask, mine is Super Paper Mario. Winston and Holly are playing Jane and Michael Oh shoot, gotta be on stage, I'll be back.

 Im back, hi. The bank scene is next and i have to be in that, they are doing spoonful of sugar now, holden is KILLING it as Robertson Ay so that's good, aight gotta go

 Im back again, it's feed the birds right now, and I think I'm going to finish with the diary for today. So see ya tomorrow.

 Hi actually another thing happened, someone is filling in for Clara Grace, she is doing ok surprisingly (considering she hasn't done this for 2 months like CG, and that she is a fair bit younger, so I am pleasantly surprised) ok NOW im gonna end it here, today was a lot.

 WELL IM BACK AGAIN, Carrie Elaine FRICCIN ROCKED IT AS MISS ANDREW.

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   Hi, I'm back at rehearsal, we are about to run the show. The talking is way worse than normal, and I'm not feeling well; so rip today. The new Nintendo direct is hopefully coming out on Thursday, last week a huge earthquake hit Japan so they had to cancel it, which was the best thing to do in that situation. Either way, they are doing jolly Holiday, so ye.

 I just did the scene where I yell at the kids, the anger in it skyrocketed, and the book slamming perfectly only multiplied that anger, which sounds bad, but it was actually really good; I actually think I scared Everyone on stage

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  Hiya, it's Wednesday now, not much has happened today, there wasn't a rehearsal today, so tomorrow is our last day before we get to the opera house

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  Today is the last day before we move into the opera house, they are doing a flying rehearsal tomorrow but I don't fly so I want be able to tell how that will go, there is normal rehearsal tonight, we have 5 days until media night and 6 days until the show, so hell week (tech week) has officially started

 Im at rehearsal now, the fly guy, Marquee, is here and all of the props and set have been moved to opera house. I'm STRUGGLING without my umbrella. Oh also the Nintendo direct came out today and Isabelle from animal crossing is in smash bros so I'm HYPED. They are about to do jolly holiday. We haven't been able to condense the show into an hour and 15 minutes yet, and that is our max time for the school shows, so that is extremely stressful. Amelia is being adorable as ever, god I love her, we haven't gone on another date in a few weeks so we need to do that after the show is over

 Marquee seems impressed so far, we are at supercalifragilisticexpialidocious now, the show is going well so far

 I just did the yelling scene, Marquee is taking notes, that's both good and stressful.

 Mrs Andrew is singing her song now, Marquee was really impressed with the last note, we are about to start fly a kite, trisha is doing better as Jane, ok I gotta go on stage soon

 Ok, rehearsal is over and the next is gonna be in the opera house, I got sauce containers for my accio sauce; I will be eating in my dressing room a lot and ranch gets everywhere so Imma just bring the  accio (also noah may want to try some). Hurricane Florence is hitting land now, North Carolina has declared a state of emergency, I hope Abbie doesn't get too bad of weather.

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    Well hi, so today was stressful. Imma get all the good stuff out of the way first, so, amelia and I went on a date today so that was good. And that's all the good stuff done, NOW THE STRESSFUL STUFF.

          ༼strong language is used here༽

 Today was a cluster fuck. The new staff at the opera house has no clue what they are doing and can't think ahead far enough for anything to get done. So for starters the stage left stairwell is being remodeled, and the ensemble dressing rooms are under the stage, that means that anyone who is in show that enters from stage left has to walk behind the god damn psych. And in the event of a fire, they won't have an easy exit, because the pit doors are usually locked during shows, and the stage right staircase is a spiral. And what is the opera house doing about this? Jack fucking shit. Also the school shows are being fucked up too, some idiot thought it would be a fucking brilliant idea to have the school buses park 2 blocks north of the actual opera house on an unpaved road. That means that 1000 elementary school children will be walking in a line to and from the buses for 30 minutes before and after the show FOR 2 BLOCKS DOWNTOWN, and we don't even know if the weather will be good or not, if it rains then to fucking bad, those kids have to walk in the rain. Because why not, it's not like there is a HUGE parking lot for the civic center across the street that has been more than welcome to hold the busses OH FUCKING WAIT THERE IS. The fire Chief almost had to cancel the show because the opera house crew can't actually finish the INCREDIBLY IMPORTANT FIXES before the show. NOT TO MENTION THE HANDICAPPED ENTRANCE IS ACTUALLY BLOCKED OFF BY THE CONSTRUCTION. AND NO ONE THOUGH THIS WAS POSSIBLY A BAD IDEA. The city isn't doing anything about it either, what can they do, none of the new opera house staff will respond to their calls. And I get that they are busy but the previous staff had all the work done for them, they've just been sitting there with their thumbs up there asses for A MONTH finishing none of the work and only making their jobs HARDER. I just don't understand how a group of adults can fuck up so badly to endanger the lives of not only all of the 88 kids in the cast, but the 1000 that are going to just be walking the streets during school shows and not have one person, just one person, say "hey what if instead... we didn't" also the renovation to the stage left stairwell is purely to make a new room, there are no structural readjustments or improvements being made.

     ༼ok im done yelling and cussing now༽

   So yeah, today sucked, I have my first rehearsal in the opera house in over a year tomorrow, so YEET

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    So today is my first rehearsal in the opera house, im getting ready to leave soon.

 Cherry tree lane just ended, we are now working with flight so that is fun, we are having to re block some scenes to work around it. Holden actually hit his head on the desk this time so that ain't good they are working a scene change right now. The curse of the opera house, everything that seems to be going well suddenly isn't and has to be changed. They are about to start jolly holiday, I gotta get to stage left now

 Ok so it's spoonful of sugar right now and the moving around is stressful,

  ok so they are doing feed the birds and supercalifragilisticexpialidocious now, next is intermission, this show is extremely stressful, and having no stage left is... oh boy. We haven't even gotten to intermission yet and we've been rehearsal for an hour and a half

  rehearsal is almost over, they are working on the flying parts

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  Im heading to rehearsal now, we are doing act 2 and whatever else we can today. The stress is really getting to everyone, Lillian almost had an emotional breakdown all throughout yesterday.

Both holden and I actually did have an emotional breakdown, we hugged and both almost cried. It's gonna get better though, tech week is always the most stressful. I have a lot to do when I get there, I have to get my makeup on, then my costume, then my mic, then who knows what else .

  Hi im at rehearsal, in costume.

 Ok so we just finished the show and are doing it again, Winston and Holly are now Jane and Michael. Ok imma check and see if im needed

   Im back home, and a FRIPP ton of stuff has happened; for starters, Carrie Elaine almost died, not exaggerating either, her flight was horrible, she was sideways and nearly slammed her head on the balcony. Noah was basically drunk after the run through due to his harness being so incredibly painful.

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  It's spoonful currently, Andrew is changing right now next is the bank scene, Andrew looks like a freaking albino raccoon because of the makeup.

 I just did the bank scene and Andrew is still getting his makeup off. im sitting in my dressing room for the next few scenes and intermission. They recording aswell, also I just learned that a piano is a percussion instrument and I don't know how I feel about that. But now my question is, what type of instrument is an electric keyboard, like is it wind, string, or percussion, I know that there is brass, woodwind and keyboard, but like the three basic types. Also I hate the fact that there is a "keyboard" type I mean like all of the keyed instruments can be placed into other categories other than the electronic keyboard, organs are wind, pianos are apparently percussion, accordions are wind, so why make a specific type?

  Act 2 has started, and there have been a few hiccups here and there but so far, it's good. The audience is enjoying it too. My feet are killing me.

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  Today is media night, oh boi. Media night is always cursed, and we open on Wednesday, another cursed day

 Im in costume the entire main cast is jamming out to Africa, take on me, boogie wonderland, and we're not gonna take it. We were gonna listen to jimmy buffet but other people had to change so rip. A PERFORMING ARTS SCHOOL CONTACTED AMELIA, IM SO HAPPY!

 Ok house is about to open.

 I'll update the journal later, my phone is at 6 percent

 I ran directly into a wall.

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  OPENING NIGHT

 I'm heading to the opera house now, amelia is gonna watch it tonight, and considering that until recently she didn't even know that people could fly on stage, she will LOVE it.

 I just carried Winston, also we can't have our phones on during the show, it's interfering with the mics.

 Act 2 just started and a cable has broken, marry and mrs Andrew can't fly for the rest of the night, bert still can but still.

 Other than the lack of flying the show went very well.

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 Hi it's 2 days later, flying is working again, we have already done 2 shows today, and are about to do a 3rd one, someone is stealing some of the costume pieces, Lillian's apron and gloves are missing and hope's apron was found in someone else's dressing room. Lillian had to take all of her clothes with her when she left so it won't get stolen.

 We are heading to the show, dancing queen just came on the radio so yEET. During the break between shows today, Andrew and I listened to music in our dressing room, he tried to squat on top of the trashcan.

 School shows were fun today, we had to cut jolly holiday because of time.

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  Hey so is the final day and there were two shows today and both were really good, noah didn't knock over the vase in the second show and I played it off and he did too and the scene continued and it was AMAZING. Also in the first show the flying kite didn't work. Abbie was here for them and really liked the shows, ALSO ALSO tate and trisha really stepped up their game for the last show, and it really worked. IN THE FINALE HOLDEN KISSED HOPE ON THE CHEEK AND I FREAKING LOVED IT. Andrew strapped a bunch of wire hangers to himself to try and conduct electricity. Lillian was bawling and it was really sad, she was literally born to play mary poppins, and now it's over. But like actually though, Lillian just actually looks like Julie Andrews, the hair, the face, the VOICE, etc. It's gonna be hard to not do this show anymore but not as hard as others. But I'll make another diary soon, for next show. I guess you can say "the showS must go on". Also my favorite part of this was watching noah walk up the opera house proscenium during step in time.

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  and now i guess it's over, this show was incredibly fun, but incredibly stressful, from the opera house construction, to the rivaling theater companies, to the costumes being stolen. All in all, I don't want to start the show over, nor do I want to do one more show, I want to be done and be ready to move forward, and to remember this show as a good memory, not a bad one. So that's what I'm gonna do.

 I'll make more diaries soon.

                        -Gorge Banks

                              (Geo)

[njadaddy]

Redeem Me - Chapter 2

Erik "Killmonger" Stevens

"What the?" I slowly opened my eyes to the shining light unfolding in front of me. Am I still in Wakanda? The Ancestral Plane? My body felt weightless and aching pains occurred all over me. Sh-t, I guess this means only one thing...

I have to be dead.

Well, this is it. If I didn't accomplish my lifelong mission of avenging my father, the only other choice for me was death. All of my training and preparation have all been in vain, but I can't say I feel bad for myself, or anyone else for that matter.

"You're awake,"

I jumped at the familiar, accented voice. Opening my eyes even more, it was finally revealed to be him - the King of Wakanda himself.

D-mnit, I'm still alive.

"What are you doing here? Where am I?"

"You're in Los Angeles, California. I brought you here,"

"Why?" my eyes still blinking rapidly at my new surroundings. "I told you to throw me in the ocean. To let me die."

"N'Jadaka, you can-"

"Erik,"

"Erik," he rolled his eyes. "You can still create a better life for yourself. You're a smart, strong man with the ability to change the world, in a positive way."

"You're really trying to preach to me right now?"

"I'm being serious,"

"Me too," I sat up, to find myself in the King-sized bed of a hotel suite. "I don't need the son of a murderer telling me what to do. You get to go back home to your family, all comfy and sh-t. I have no one. What do you know about the whole world turning it's back on you? Your own family looking down at you with disgust and not even calling you their own?"

"I have no idea how any of that feels Erik,"

"So why don't you just get back to your country? Be safe and protected and forget that you ever met me?"

"Because you're my family," he kept his cool, even after my little soap opera just now. "No matter how you or our family slices it, you're an Udaku. I cannot speak for my father, Uncle N'Jobu, or Zuri's mistakes. What I can speak for is that I want to make things right. I want to help you, and give you a second chance at living life."

"I didn't ask you to do that," I spat. "If you really care about me, you'll carry out my request and let me die."

"No N'Jadaka," he stood out of his chair.

"That's not my name,"

"Yes it is. You're the grandson of Azzuri, and son of N'Jobu. You will forever be apart of the royal family, no matter what anyone else says,"

"You just won't let things be, will you?"

"Not when things can turn out better than they are," he walked over to the nearby table. "I know things can turn out better for you."

I rolled my eyes at this n-gga's persistence. "Why can't you just be like the rest of YOUR family and leave me the h-ll alone? Has your role of being a King got you thinking you can just do whatever you feel like? With no regard of how other people may feel about it?"

"You sure are the one to talk," he chuckled, as I rolled eyes.

Ignoring his smug glare, I looked around my surroundings. This place looks like it needs high maintenance to function everyday. "Why am I here? What hotel is this?"

"The Four Seasons,"

"The what?"

"I think you heard me,"

"This is one of the most expensive hotels in the country, if not the whole world. How'd you get a room in here?"

He chuckled. "I do have money, you know,"

"How much though? This place costs like hundreds, h-ll probably thousands of dollars just stay here,"

"If you don't know it by now, just be aware that I have more than enough money to pay for our stay," he walked back over to my bedside, with some items in his hands. "This is your kimoyo bead. I personalized it myself so no one else back home knows about your rehabilitation."

"Why? Are you ashamed of anyone knowing that you're around me?"

"Let's just say our family-"

"YOUR family,"

He rolled his eyes, as I let out a low chuckle. I won't just let this guy do what he wants without making it a little bit frustrating for him.

"My mother and the royal council would not take it so kindly if they had knowledge of me not only helping you, but that you're still alive as well,"

"Wow, some amazing people they are,"

"You almost killed me!"

"In ritual combat!"

"Back to what I was saying," he continued. "Let's just keep this between us if you want to live Erik."

"But that's the thing, I don't want to! That's what I've been trying to tell your spoiled a-s for the past five minutes! Don't you get it? If I can't avenge my father's death, then what's the point of even carrying on with life? I've trained and prepared for that moment, just to have it taken away from me!"

"You don't have to let the mistakes of our fathers dictate your future Erik," he lowered his voice. "That's not how life should be. Do you really want that type of constraint wrapped around you? You're so young and have so much potential to do something positive. Take advantage of it!"

"Like how?"

"Well for starters, you have a MBA and a Ph.D in Engineering from one of the most prestigious universities in the world, and you earned those accolades all by yourself,"

I huffed, as I looked away from him. D-mnit, why did he have to make a point?

"Not to mention," he chuckled, looking down. "No one has ever defeated me in bare hand to hand combat before until I met you. I've fought brainwashed assassins and super-serum soldiers, but none of them had the ability to defeat me like you did."

The fact that he's even admitting to being defeated by me makes me roll my eyes even more. I swear to God himself this guy is full of it. "So what are you saying?"

"Let me help you become something more than just a h-llbent maniac seeking vengeance," he looked back at me. "Please Erik."

"You can quit your begging already," I laughed. "Sh-t, for one of the most powerful people on Earth, you sure are soft."

"You're my family. I care about you,"

"Even after I almost killed you?"

He nodded. "You're broken. The last thing you need is more punishment."

I looked down at the kimoyo bracelet, as I hesitantly took it from his grip. Instead of a gray color, it was golden with a slither of blue running through it.

"I'm assuming this is Vibranium?"

"You know our technology so well," he smiled, as he laid a stack of papers on my lap. "This is the file of papers I need you to sign."

"For what?"

"For the psychiatrist you'll be seeing Monday,"

"Who said I wanted to see one?"

"Please Erik, you NEED to see a psychiatrist. That can help you get started on your new path,"

"And where exactly will I be staying at while I'm on this "new path" you're talking about?"

"I already have a residency set up for you just 10 minutes from here. I dropped you off here so you could get adjusted from the events that happened earlier this week,"

I flipped through the stack of papers. Heath's Mental Health Facility? I haven't heard of that place in awhile.

"What time?"

"10:15 a.m. You know how to work the kimoyo right?"

Hesitantly, I replied. I really can't believe I'm doing this. "Yep,"

"Well then you're all set," he stood up and walked into the bathroom. "I just need you to take a shower and we'll head over to your new home."

"I mean, I would but, uummm,"

"Uuuummm, what?" he walked back into the room, as he started laughing. "Oh, whoops. Forgot to take the chains off you."

*Later on that evening*

"Well, here we are. Home sweet home,"

"For now," I got out the car, and shut the door behind me - with my duffel bag in hand. Looking up at the one story house, I had to admit that it was well put together. "Looks cool."

"I know," T'Challa walked around to the front door. "Everything from the real estate to the insurance is taken care of. All you need is your keys."

"Where are they?" I asked, before he handed them to me.

"There's a spare in your bedroom," we both walked inside the house, which was spacious to say the least. Besides the fact that we're in a middle class neighborhood in Baldwin, California (which has me nervous if anyone will call the cops on us), I can't help but to feel that I'll be comfortable staying here. 

"This it?" I called out to him, peeking inside the grand master bedroom.

"Yes," he followed me inside. "Do you like it Erik?"

"It's aight," I laid on the master bed as I let out a deep huff. "I forgot how it feels to be in a nice bed."

"I'm sure you have. You said you're from Oakland, correct?"

"Yeah. What's it to ya?"

"Nothing," he chuckled, as I gave him the side eye. What's this n-gga so happy about?  "Have you contacted any of your friends from here?"

"I don't got any friends,"

"Everyone has friends Erik,"

"Well I don't," Great. I feel even more annoyed than I was before talking to this clown. It's one thing that he wants to "help" me so badly after I threw him off a cliff and almost killed him. Now he wants to learn about my personal life?

"Well, I hope you get comfortable in your new home," a screen uploaded from his kimoyo bead. "I need to get back to mine."

"For what?"

"What's the saying over here in America? Oh yes, it's none of your business,"

I rolled my eyes. "Are you done being an a-shole?"

"I'm being an a-shole?!"

"Did I stutter?"

He took a deep breath, before giving his attention back to his screen. "I will check in on you everyday until you get better,"

"You ain’t my mom or my dad,"

"I want to make sure everything is going okay with you. This is going to be quite an eventful chapter in your life, and mine as well,"

"Are you done yet?"

"N'Jadaka,"

"That's not my name either!"

"Are you finished being so difficult?"

"Nope," I laughed, as I noticed a small smile form across the corners of his mouth.

"Alright then, we'll I'll check in on you in the morning. Just to make sure you're stable,"

"No one asked you to-"

"I don't care,"

"I don't care," I mocked his accent.

"Bye Erik," he walked out of the room, as I followed him. "Oh, I almost forgot!"

"Forgot what?"

He slapped something small and rectangular on the kitchen counter. "For emergencies and necessities only,"

"Man, I got money. I don't need you to-"

"Bye N'Jadaka!"

"That's not my name!" I shouted, before hearing the front door close.

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