#and im lovin some of this shit!!! fuck ya

[pkmn-lillie]

⬆️ just found shayfer james

[skzmoves]

WONWOO MOVES (1-6/∞)

oh my won and only

i know this is fucking old but as a semi baby carat/cubic i love this wonwoo fancam

top left idk man the way he spins and then steps out of it with the snap is so CHARMING I’M SO WEAK FOR THIS MAN

top right holy shit bro go OFF

like he’s already in a low ass stance but he gets lower with every arm twist and it’s crazy

and the sheer power he’s putting into his arms for a song as bright as oh my! we love it !!

middle left just wow those are some deep ass waves

i know all 13 of them are doing it the same way but man ya dont realize how DEEP those waves are till you look at them one on on

middle right THE GROOVE THE SNAP I’M LOVIN IT

idk man wonu’s shoulders just move so clearly and cleanly (maybe cause he’s not jacked like he is now lmao)

and there’s such a weight to his movement and an emphasis on the downbeat i’m mcfrickin LOSING IT

bottom left THE FUCKING AIR HE GETS

i know the man can jump high and far but like holy shit the ease at which he can bring his legs all the way for this jump

im so fucking jealous of his air time

bottom right HAVE YOU EVER SEEN A CUTER JAZZ SQUARE

no you haven’t

i love the way he extra flexes his wrists it makes this whole thing way cuter than it already is

and the way he tilts his head on the first step UWU UWONU

this post is an april fools joke but what’s not a joke

is my whippedness for jeon wonwoo

happy april fools bitches

[angelthebedsheet]

Ok but like imagine a 6’8 black girl walking into karasuno gym while the in practice.

a/n: oooh alr this gonna be a headcannon

lets get it!

okay so ms girl you have some backstory.... some LORE

you used to be apart of the third year gang before you had to transfer schools

the boys + kiyoko really missed you yk?

so today you finally came back to karasuno

esp asahi bc you were his home girl

you already knew your way around and saw some of your old classmates from year one

now baby you are a tall girl

like taller than asahi girl

ya legs were lookin real beautiful

now you were on your way to suprise your babies

you knocked on that gym door and suga peeks his head out like

“hello? who is i— MY BABYLOVE!”

this nigga screamed that shit so loud the third years were ALERTED

there’s only one babylove and thats YOU honey

suga damn near jumps you

like he hasnt seen you in so LONG

“i missed you suga! im back for good now!”

“missed you too!! thats amazing!! also. WHY DIDNT YO ASS VISIT ME EARLIER? I HAVENT SEEN YOU SINCE SUMMER LAST FUCKIN YEAR.”

sugamama’s out and he got your ear.

now kiyoko heard ya voice and that girl was zooming

suga and kiyoko pull you into the gym

second years and first years went

DAMNNNNNNN

asahi ran over there and tackled you in a big ass hug

now there’s a doggy pile of third years

and the rest have never been so confused

they havent even gotten a good look at you bc you got JUMPED by the third years

they deadass dropped their shit to get to you

“babylove its been so long!!” - kiyoko

this alr made nishi and tanaka go like 🤨🕶🤏🏽

like “whom?”

how you managed to avoid them is beyond me but girl you got your ways even tho yous a big bitch

kageyama deadass dont really care that much bc volleyball why tf this rando just bust up in here and take the third years....

n e ways

eventually they pull you up

they’re like DAMNNNNN again

bc GIRL YOU TALL TALL

like you can actually give asahi a forehead kiss

(which you have bc aint no damn way if i was in the third year gang i wouldnt give them affection poor baby prolly touch starved)

nishinoya and tanaka’s simp reflexes have kicked in they are def about to say some lightskin ass shit

daichi’s alr on defense

“ahnt ahnt let me introduce her. COACH UKAI can we take a min to introduce her?”

“...fine whatever just dont take too long”

“alr bet”

(i hc daichi, tanaka, and asahi got that negro in em so if you dont like that then suck my dick and you may think bc i am a woman i dont have one but i have a pink di—)

they introduce you

“this is l/n y/n. she was a first year manager with kiyoko until she had to transfer but now she’s back!” goodlooks suga

“any questions?”

“how are you so tall?” hinata

“ask another dumb question like that and i swear to GOD hinata.” sugamama

“can you play volleyball?” kageyama

“yeah i can. i play with ushijima”

I BEG YOUR DAMN PARDON?

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI??? THE MAN WITH THE POWERFUL SERVE???

“what 😀” asahi

“can SHE PLAY WITH US????” - hinata

tsukishima cant even talk shit bc you really could rock his ass

he gotta look up at you he dont want no smoke lmaoaoao

they were just hounding you with questions now and suga a lil peeved bc damn yall cant pay attention in class and ask all these questions but as soon as our babylove comes in yall suddenly got shit to say? 🚶🏽‍♂️

“she’s hot, tall and plays volleyball? i mean shit l/n senpai...” - nishinoya’s thirsty ass

“ahnt I THINK THE FUCK NOT?” - daichi

oop

during this kiyoko just pulls you to the bench so you can just chat with da girlz

aka her and yachi

yachi fumbling and stumbling

like mamas you lookin real scrum-dilly-ious

“i-im yachi hitoka! nice to meet you senpai”

you’ve already adopted her

“i love you now. kiyoko can i take her in”

“she isnt a stray animal babylove.”

yachi’s a lil like???? yall got a poly thang happenin? is this whats going on?

you saw the confusion in her eyes

“they call me babylove since i used to act like like a lovin mother to em and i had a baby face”

(i suffer from baby face syndrome and istg if someone says i look like a lil kid one more time i’m gonna pop off like the fourth of july fym i look like a lil kid bitCH GET OUTTA MY FA— lemme stop being so aggressive in these)

“ooooh”

now we all know nishinoya is DOWN with the melanin.... and you sittin with the gorls lookin all... tasteful and melaninated.

is melaninated a word? i dont know but i will continue to use it even if it isnt

now he suddenly sitting beside you

“hey mamas”

excuse me? i beg your pardon?

“uh hello?”

stage 1 complete he’s now your simp lmao

“you’re beautiful”

“nishinoya if you dont get yo clown ass the FUCK up over here” daichi’s black ass and sugamama

“dAMN I CANT DO SHIT IN THIS FAMILY”

yeah they missed you and you def played volleyball

they made the mistake of letting you play on the team with daichi, suga, and asahi

you bodied they asses

even coach ukai had to hold in that snicker

you damn near beheaded hinata with that spike

that boy hit a note so high ms. ariana grande was given a run for her money

“YESSIRRRRRR” - you

the slangs are out and kageyama has never been so confused

static? bum ass bitch? tf that shit mean

(ny slang be confusing me too homie its alright)

yall right after they lost

but yeah eventually the first years warmed up to you

as soon as you affectionately patted kageyama’s head he was done for

that boy is ✨t o u c h s t a r v e d ✨

you fussed over yama and tsukki and they were sold

yama bc you were really sweet

tsuki? same reason but he aint telling you he said “im taking that shit to the fucking GRAVE”

das all bc baby im blanking out and i’m doing stupid like kaminari after he short circuits

[scandeniall]

good & the bad pt 6/12

Kuroo Tetsurō x f!reader

| song 6: Relationship | good & bad master list | prev | next

Summary: “so tell me how this ain’t a relationship. I just wanna be the one you end up with” You and Kuroo aren’t dating but should be. Could be seen as a prologue to this

warnings: college!au/college party, alcohol mention, implied past sexual happenings (?)

wc: 765

“Thank you Tetsu. So I’ll be seeing you tonight right?” you hum out, heading out the door so kindly help open for you. “Of course. Yaku’s parties are the shit,” the two of you fell into step as you both made your way back towards campus from your mid day coffee break. Clicking your tongue you answer back reaching towards his hand to intertwine your fingers. “Well you’re not wrong.” “Besides I haven't seen him much these days. Legend has it that a mysterious individual named (Y/N), has been taking up all my time.” You laughed out a whatever before gently swinging your dangling arms between you too. Kuroo definitely noticed the slight smile that stayed in your face as you two settled into a comfortable silence. “Oh- d’ya mind bringing my necklace with you. I think I left it in your bathroom because somebody rushed me out after he overslept” Kuroo couldn’t help but laugh at your pouting, unconsciously squeezing your hand softly. “Well maybe if someone hadn’t kept me up all night I could’ve gotten my precious beauty sleep,” “Please. You were the one all over me last time I checked. I just wanted the free dinner” “You managed to snag desert too, didn't ya,” Kuroo teased out letting off of your hand to drape the same arm across your shoulders. 

“Could you not be a pervert for 2 seconds. But a little indulgence never hurt anyone.” Before he could respond back to your tease the call of your name broke the two of you out of your little bubble. He didn’t even notice that the two of you were back on campus already. You gently maneuvered your bag that Kuroo insisted on carrying off of his shoulder before offering a quick side hug, intentionally avoiding the kiss he attempted to press on your temple and bidding him farewell to head off with your friend. “Thanks for the coffee, and I’ll see you tonight.” “So (Y/N). You and Kuroo huh-“ “We’re friends,” you hummed out ignoring your friend’s knowing glance. “Just close” —- “Kuroo man. Haven’t seen you in a while. But according to Snapchat you seem to be with (Y/N) a lot. What’s up with you two” Yaku questioned, leaning against his counter. Kuroo has agreed to come over early to help move furniture and gather up drinks for tonight. He’d mentally prepared for that question, in part because it was true. The two of you hung out together. A lot. And not just in the bedroom buried under sheets for rounds on end. “Shit man. I want her. Simple as that. The only problem is,” Kuroo couldn’t help but groan. “She keeps telling everyone that we’re just friends” “Well have you asked her to be official?” Pausing to think the y’all man couldn’t help but mentally curse himself. “Well no- but dude (Y/N) always talks to me like we’re already together. Calling me over whenever she’s lonely. Even told me the bed is better when you’re in it,” Kuroo did his best to impersonate your voice much to Yaku’s amusement before continuing. “But then there are times like today, where she thinks she’s being sneaky trying to avoid me just trying to provide some good loving. I tried to-“ “Good lovin? Don’t be fucking weird.” “Whatever. I think I’m going to make a move tonight. A real one. Besides, I’m pretty sure both of our friends have picked up on shit.” —- “Well aren’t you looking good.” You didn’t miss the Kuroo’s eyes raked up and down your body as you pulled away from the hug you’d just given him. Upon seeing you enter, Kuroo took it upon himself to take you to a slightly less cornered part of the room and greet you. “I always look good,” you quipped, resting your palms on his T-shirt covered chest. “Anyways, you better have my necklace and not have tangled it.” And the lazy nod was all you needed before turning your back towards him allowing him to place the golden pendant around your neck. After making sure it was secured you turned to face him glancing quickly to make sure no one was paying attention to you two before placing a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Alright I’m gonna go be social. I’ll see you around.” You didn’t even wait for an answer before heading deeper into the party and further out of Kuroo’s line of sight. Feeling his phone vibrate, he smirked at the message from you. You look good too. Like really good ;)

a/n: yeah well idk what to say other than college au’s are my bread and butter hence why this is literally the 3rd one written for this dynamic of college kuroo ???? /and im almost done with a 4th part/. but this one feels a bit ooc but whatever. I also dont even know if i like this and im a clown for not writing this series in order but my brain do be broke

V likely up next: One more hour w/ atsumu

[babbushka]

Ain’t No Such Thing

Clyde Logan x Reader 

Word count: ~1600

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“You ready?” One of the guards had asked, handing him his shit.

He hadn’t come into the prison with much; just his clothes, his keys, his wallet.

Mellie had his hand back at the house, had taken it from him right in the courtroom, right as they were getting ready to handcuff him.

He’d never forget your face, how angry you were, when they handcuffed him.

He ain’t some violent criminal! You had shouted, with Mellie holding you back, You don’t gotta do that to him!

He liked how much of a spitfire temper you had, how you always had the words to say what you felt.

Your words bounced around his quiet brain, when he was in there.

Some days, it felt like nothing at all. Like ninety days had zipped by in a flash, like he hadn’t been moppin’ floors and workin’ in the nurse’s office every day. Some days, it felt like Clyde had gone to take a real long nap, and now he was wakin’ up. Didn’t feel like three whole months, didn’t feel that long.

Other days, he felt it. He felt it in the way folks stared at his missin’ hand, at the way he quietly lumbered around. He felt it in the prison fights he’d get into, he’d break up. He felt it in the way the food didn’t hold a candle to your cookin’, not even in the same ballpark. Those days, when he was stuck in his cage of a cell, he felt it.

Havin’ Joe there made things a little easier, a friendly face to talk to.

Havin’ you visit made it even more so.

He wished you coulda visited more, but then again no he didn’t.

This wasn’t the place for soft skinned sweet lipped angels like yerself, this was a prison. Clyde was a prisoner.

He didn’t want you nowhere near there, despite how full his heart felt every time you came.

He made sure to stay on his extra best behavior, because the better he was, the more times he got to see you, the longer they’d let you stay. You were always a ray of sunshine, greeting the guards and officers, trying to make a good impression. You wanted them to take care of your Clyde, you wanted to make this as easy for him as you could.

You hadn’t been in a while, too busy takin’ care of things back home. You called, he spent every single one of his allotted minutes calling. You wired money for the commissary, for both Clyde and Joe. Joe got to eat all the boiled eggs he wanted, with his special salt.

You gave Clyde a list of things to buy from the commissary, a list of things you knew would help.

Small radio, better shoes, nicer hygiene products. Clyde took such good care of his hair, you had always said to everyone, you didn’t want prison makin’ it go lank and limp or nothing like that.

Clyde got them all, and you were right, it did help.

But nothin’ beat hearing your voice, seein’ your smile.

You knew all about the heist, of course. It was the only stipulation for Clyde’s participatin’ in the cauliflower plan; he wasn’t going to lie to you. You had helped, because o’course you helped. O’course. You were one of the people responsible for moving the money around, makin’ sure that nothing was too suspicious. You were real friendly with so many people, people at the bank and the bars and the little places where things could be stashed without any question.

Clyde had spent his ninety days thinking about you, about that money. About what he’d do with it once he was out.

There had been lots of ideas: buy a small house and move you into a neighborhood you deserved, one with a white picket fence and a green lawn Clyde could mow in the mornings. Going to school to study English, that was an idea. Clyde never went to college, but everyone kept sayin’ that it was never too late. He liked to read anyway, read a ton of books in his ninety days.

They were just ideas though. He’d be happy enough just to get you back in his arms again.

Which was shapin’ up to be soon, he realized, in all his day dreaming. Like, in about five minutes kind of soon.

He hadn’t seen you for a while, like you had said, you were keepin’ busy. You were in charge of running the bar while he was gone, that was a challenge all on its own.

“Yep,” Clyde replied to the guard finally, “I’m ready.”

The woman just nodded, and let him out the door.

It was about a five minute walk from the door to the gate, where you’d be standing on the other side, leaning against his car.

In another life, maybe you’d drive for NASCAR, your speedin’ rivaled that of Mellie’s – and that was sayin’ something.

In another life, maybe you’d be doing that right now, instead of picking up your convict boyfriend. He winced at the thought, at the word. Boyfriend. He hoped he’d be proposin’ to you right about now.

He’d be lucky if you still wanted anything to do with him.

Lucky Logan.

Right.

His steps crunched the gravel underneath his feet, there was a slight breeze in the air. He couldn’t help but breathe, take in big breaths, lungfuls of the fresh air. There wasn’t nothin’ like the fresh air of a free man, Clyde thought.

And then his thought process was cut off completely, because there you were, running to him.

Running, at top speed, with your arms outstretched and the biggest fucking smile on your face, until you collided with him and jumped into his arms, jumped up onto him like he was some big tree, wrapped your legs around him.

He couldn’t help but spin you, couldn’t help but crush you to him, ninety days without holding you, ninety days without kissing you, all gone in an instant as he locked an arm around your neck and tugged you down for a kiss like he’d never kissed before.

“Clyde!” You grinned, face flushed from running, hair sticking to the sweat on your forehead because o’course it was damn near a hundred degrees.

You were the most beautiful fucking thing he’d ever seen, the most beautiful. Even with your mascara smudging and your blue jeans and your t-shirt that was definitely his, you were beautiful.

“Hey darlin’.” He said, and something about that made you burst into tears, made you cry and cry and cry.

“Oh Clyde I missed you so much, I thought – well I thought they’d keep you in there forever, it felt like forever.” You were makin’ a whole mess of yourself, but you didn’t care, and neither did Clyde, not when you were kissin’ him like that.

“I’m alright, I’m out now. Just smile, I really need to see you smile right ‘bout now.” He replied, prying your face from his neck where you had buried it, all splotchy faced and racoon-eyed.

You gave him a watery smile, and he kissed you again.

“I’m gonna put ya down now, okay?” He said, hand on your cheek, other arm supporting your ass.

He tried moving his arm away, but you only clung to him harder, grip around his shoulders tightening.

“No! Not okay, you can’t put me down ever.” You shook your head, and for the first time in ninety days, Clyde laughed.

“But I can’t drive with a spider-monkey hangin’ off of me, darlin’.” He tried.

“Sure ya can.” You were having none of it, looking up at him with those big wet eyes of yours, “I bet it’s real easy, why don’t ya try?”

He grinned, shook his head at you.

He opened the door for you, sat you down on the seat inside the truck. You had brought Jimmy’s truck for some reason, wondered where his car was.

“It’s at the house,” You answered his unasked question when he was starin’ at the driver’s seat for too long, “Earl’s been working on fixing it up real good for you while you’ve been away. He wanted it to be a surprise for when you came home, but well. I know you ain’t a big fan of surprises.”

“You’re a surprise, and I’m a real big fan of you.” Clyde said, unable to help a big smile on his face.

“You are?” You asked, a smile of your own.

“Yeah, I am.” He said, before making you shuffle across the bench seat of Jimmy’s truck, climbing on in and starting the engine up.

“Well good, because I’ll have you know I’m mighty in love with ya, and don’t plan on leaving you alone any time soon.” You pressed yourself right against him, laid your head on his shoulder, kissed at his handsome blue button down shirt.

“I love you too much, you know that?” Clyde whispered, leaning down for a smooch, making you laugh.

“Ain’t no such thing.” You said back, big grin on your face.

And as Clyde pulled away from the prison, as those gates disappeared way back into the distance as you rested your hand on his thigh as he pulled away from the prison, he realized you were right.

Nintey days away meant nothin’, when there was no such thing as lovin’ you too much.

taglist: @adamsnackdriver @dreamboatdriver @kyloxfem @kylo-renne @plomblooms (im sorry i know im forgetting a bunch of people im just very tired and cant think straight lol)

[bow-woahh]

My incoherent thoughts on She Ra S4

EP 1-8

All the WINKING, arguing

DOUBLE TROUBLE THE THEATRE GAY

SCORPIAS CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT YES

Like wow this season beens all hurt not enough comfort damn

I MISS ANGELLA

DOUBLE TROUBLE

POOR MERMISTA

The fighting is so much like truly did not expect this much angst but here we are

I kinda wanna cry wow

And there's still 5 episodes to go omg guys halp

Catra saying "I thought winning would be different." LIKE NO SHIT

Of course it noT YOU NEVER WANTED THIS GIRL

EP 9 - "Hero"

RAZZ!!

MARA??

wAHT

Razz making a pie? We LOVE to see it!!

What a g swift wind wow. Always checking up on the old lady

Adora you have too much faith in Razz lmao

Mara had a cool base wowoh

Light Hope being a buzz kill as per usual

Mara charming a hologram >>>>>>>

What IS the Heart Of Etheria Project ahhhh

Razz is glitching though what

MARA LOOKING FLYYYYY AS SHE RA WOWWW

oooOooO the Heart Of Etheria Project is a BAD BAD??

WHY IS THE SWORD GLOWING BAD

THE SHOTS IN THIS EPISODE WOWOWOWOW

LIGHT HOPE GON BAD WOW IM HURT

wow I did not expect this plot twist ouch

"You can save the world we love." — That episode was heart breaking

EP 10 - "Fractures"

Shadow Weaver — I hate her GOD

Double Trouble THE sassss

They @'ed the hair poof

She's sO EVIL GOD SHADOW WEAVER YOU POWER MONGER

SHES CORRUPTING GLIMMER

CATRA MISSES SCORPIA

Frosa having a bedtime that's so cute

SPLIT POLITICS OOF

SCORPIA WE LOVEE

"Scorpia, I knew you'd come back..." "Everthing isn't fine!" "Just leave. Like everybody else." — god Catra is going through the motions wow

Scorpia mentioning Catra and Adora being like "HEY, STFU TALK ABOUT SOMETHING ELSE" is iconic and radiates such "don't mention my ex energy"

GLIMMER STOP BEING ANNOYING GOSHHH

Bow nEver shouts wow

Wow Glimmer using your queen powers like that what a dick move

Scorpia crying is juST awwwWWW

CATRA. NEEDS. SLEEP.

WE'RE SEEING HER FOREHEAD AGAIN

AND SHES CRYING AGAIN AHHH

Can Adora and Bow bring Scorpia please? What fun would that be

I love how Adora calls him swifty like wow

Was Bow just sick on an 1000 year ship? Me too

"If they don't trust me, I don't trust them." MY FUCKING HEART EVERTHING IS FALLING APART NOOOOOO

EP 11 - "Beast Island"

"It's...beast island" Such dramatics lmao

Her sword isn't working ooF

IS THAT KING MICAH???!!!?? omFGGGG

The transition from Glimmer to Micah shining a weapon on their face

The Heart Of Etheria??? Is it on Beast Island?!

"And he so cool!" Adora's just— lmao

oH no she got access NOO

Micah has no concept of TIMEEE we LOVEEE

SWIFT WIND???

MY HEART. MY HEART.

"Glimmer was right...Glimmer was right."

POWERING THROUGH YEA GIRL

ENTRAPTAAAAAAAAAA

Glimmer low-key paralleling Catra last season is—

Scary

SCORPIA IS THE MISSING PIECE GODDDD

EP 12 - "Destiny Part 1"

We are reaching the end and I'm SCARED

"Not in the skull plant things," lmaooooooOooO

SHADOW WEAVER STFU CHALLENGE

OTHER PRINCESSES......GONE? WAHHHTTT

Of course Entrapta is living her best life on Beast Island

AND OF COURSE SHE KNOWS ABOUT THE HEART OF ETHERIA

my heart HURTS seeing Catra on screen now wow

KYLE STEPPING UP WOW

"You came back," GOSH MY HEART

Low key Shadow is talking sense but STFUUU WITH THIS MY QUEEN BULLSHIT

Im having so much fun right now

Never have i been so stressed about a show in my life omg

ADORA LOOKS SO SCARED WOW OH NO

OH NOOOO

ENTRAPTA GET A GRIPPP

NOT AGAIN WITH THE VINES C'MON

I AM SOOO STREESEEDDD

THIS CREATURE IS SO UGLYY

Adora being like "you wanna see our ship?" WE LOVEEEE

"I'm glad we're friends"

OMG DOUBLE TROUBLE STIRRING THE POT AHHH

HORDAK IS ANGRYYYYY

nOOOO HES CRYING

DOUBLE TROUBLE CROSS???

Just as they left WOWWW

WHY IS SHE SITTING ON THR THRONE GODDD

I'm scared for Catra

EP 13 - "Destiny Part 2"

ITS THE FINAL COUNTDOWN AHHH

LONNIE YESSSS

LOVIN THIS MINI ARC WHOO

caTRA MY BABYY

"Your days were numbered the moments you crossed me" OUCH

Catra's acrobatics >>>>>

THE PUNCH IN THE FACE!

"I didn't need Adora."

woWWW wait to hurt my feelings? (She wants her thought)

Oh NO

ITS GLOWING THE RUNESTONE

AND IM SHOOK

LIGHT HOPE YA BITCH

THIS IS. BAD, BUT GOOD, BAD, BUT GOOD

Double Trouble STOP

Omg THEY ARE PUSHING CATRA TO BREAKING POINT

"You betrayed me."

Awwwwwwww Catra's face

She's heartbroken

They put in some sense tho

Like WOW

HIGH-KEY SCORPIA'S POWERS ARE LITTT

Glimmer being all ominous ouch

"We're the good guys."

LIGHT HOPE STOLE HER AHHH

Light Hope is the real bad guy wowow

"What are you waiting for. Do it." GAHHHHHH MY BABY

THIS. DOES. NOT. LOOK. FUN.

LIGHT HOPE MOVING THEM OUT OF DESPONDOS? TOO OP

THEY CAN SEE STARS!!?!!

Catra sees things so black and white wow being in Horde does that to a gal

I BET Catra's GONNA STOP IT AHH

FIGHT THE BAD LIGHT HOPE

IT IS NOT TIME NOOOOOO

"I am not a weapon." YES ADORA!!

DO IT YESSSS

SHE BROKE THE SWORD

IM VERY SCARED NOW

HER HAIR IS DOWN!!! RED ALERT

YESS BOW SAVE THE DAY

HORDE PRIME?? AHHHHJ

HORDE PRIME??? NOPEEEE

HE REPROGRAMMED HORDAK? OUCH

yeS CATRA!!

nO CATRA?

Catra and Glimmer look WORRIED WOW THEY'RE GONNA BE PRISONERS ARENT THEY?

THE SWORD IS DEAD I REPEAT THE SWORD IS DEAD

BUT LIKE RAZZ SAID "She-Ra is you"

AND NOW IM LEFT WITH THE THOUGHT THAT CATRA AND GLIMMER ARE UP IN SPACE WITH HORDE PRIME AHH

Like WOW

WOW

That was a ride.

This season in a nutshell:

[theuncommoncorner]

ASK: Can i please have some Sakumo Hatake headcannons? Preferably dating and SFW/Nsfw. Im hopelessly in love with him. I know he’s kind of rare thats why im asking for more material with him. He needs some lovin’

Once this man decides to go out and mingle everyone knows but no one wants to bother him. No one wants to rush him so instead, they wait for him to have his pick, which takes a while. He likes to get to know someone first before he starts dating them ya feel? He’s not one to jump into a relationship or the dating scene. Plus, Kakashi needs to approve them first.

OMFG he polishes up SO WELL. He does not change his hair though that’s too much. Someone has to be willing to take the cleanup of a suit and the unruliness of his hair if you know what I mean hahaaaaa Anyone that he’s on a date with melts when they see him. Sakumo can kind of gauge the type of person they are by their reaction after seeing him in a suit. You can tell if someone has bad intention by the way they look at you, ya feel? It’s kind of like spotting a gold digger.  

Being on a date with him is great. Sakumo is someone that loves to listen to someone tell their life story. He likes to learn more about people because most people know a lot of things about him even if they aren’t true and humans are just interesting. He’ll cover the basics of his life but won’t say too much. He/ll occasionally make some comments here and there to keep the conversation going. He mostly engages the other person to talk more about themselves to get a better idea of who they are and what they’re like.  

The type of person he’s dating determines the location of their first date. If they’re someone that likes to be wowed, he will take them somewhere that’s on the higher end but not too expensive, it’s only the first date after all. If they are more laid back he will absolutely enjoy a nice walk in the park or a trip through the city. He prefers these types of dates more since the atmosphere isn’t as tense compared to a restaurant setting.  

Once they are past the first date and Kakashi gives the O.K. his display of affection increasing. Sakumo wants them to know that he is interested. He’s not backing out of this and they are in this for the long game. However, as soon as they display any type of disinterest or unease he will back off. He does not want someone he’s dating to feel uncomfortable. Holy hell this man is so sweet. Forehead kisses. Hand kisses. Affectionate boops. Cute hugs. Hugs that envelope them. ALL OF IT. He is the embodiment of the ‘my love and affection for you’ memes. THE LOOK IN HIS EYES WHEN THEY HAVE BEEN TOGETHER FOR A WHILE AND ARE ACTUALLY A COUPLE OH. MY. GOD.

*ahem* Anyway so Sakumo is a good person to date. Very supportive and doesn’t want people to be uncomfortable. He doesn’t want his fame to get in the way and intimidate them, it’s one of the things he worries about the most. Okay so if he has a date with someone and it goes to shit, not in a bad way the kind where they keep knocking into things and trying not to fuck up the whole time, anyway he’s the type of person that asks them out on a second date. He knows that he doesn’t have any idea how their day went before they arrived but he doesn’t want whatever made them so flustered to ruin their mood. He wants them to be able to relax and chill out. Clumsy people are kind of adorable.

{Sorry hun I don’t do NSFW}

[thelamppoststation]

Future’s Past by TheLampPost

In 2008, a year after James managed to get off that godforsaken rock, he receives a visit from a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair. She hands him a locket and a letter, then demands answers to questions that he didn't even know existed. Post season 6 (Suliet) - This story is also partly set during the DHARMA days.

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Chapter 1: Wonder                                                    

              DHARMA Initiative: Motor Pool, July 1975            

"I'm pretty sure it's the engine. It's been giving me trouble for the past week and a half. There's this odd ticking sound," Phil jerked his index-finger back and forth, "that just won't let up."

"Uhu."

"I'm pretty sure I saw some smoke in my rear-view the other day as well."

"Uhu."

"And the backlight is busted."

"Uhu."

"Look, I would have brought it in sooner, but you know how LaFleur gets."

Danny snorted.

"I do, do I?"

"He's been up my ass all week about clocking in late. I told him, 'listen, I can't help it, sleep paralysis is a real thing, you know?' But he's just not been in a very sympathetic mood, lately."

"Uhu."

Danny stepped around back and unlocked the latch on the blue VW T2. He groaned, scratched the back of his head, reaching for a non-existing itch that was easier to define than the inside of this particular engine. That was a lie. He understood perfectly well. Trouble was, he didn't care to understand. Good American vans were easy to come by nowadays. In fact, just the other day he heard Mitchell talk about the latest Chevrolets, how they're taking the market by storm, and yet folks here imported German vans. German. Vans. It was irritating, not up to par, and he should have objected to this detail when they first assigned it to him. After all, his skill lay in engineering, not fixing Nazi cars.

He closed the latch and sighed; Phil was still babbling away in his left ear, something about sleep apnoea and narcolepsy. Where did the Initiative find this guy, anyway?

"I'll have Juliet take a look at it."

"Juliet?"

Phil's thick brows shot up, not quite disappearing beneath his thinning hairline.

"She's s'posed to start her shift at one."

"Juliet Carlson?"

"Uhu."

"You hiring women these days?"

Danny shrugged.

"Many of them emancipated ones want to grease up, try out some real jobs; I ain't complaining, the view's been much improved since she started tinkering away," he winked and motioned for Phil to step closer. "Nimble fingers, that one's got," Phil's eyes widened and Danny playfully punched him in the arm.

"You and her?"

"Ha! I wish. Pretty sure she's got a thing for your boss."

"LaFleur?!" Phil frowned. "How'd you figure that?"

"He comes 'round here lookin' for them blonde locks more often than Linus beats up his kid in a drunken frenzy."

"Danny!" Phil exclaimed, then dropped his voice to a low whisper. "We don't talk about that."

"We ain't talkin' 'bout lotsa things that's goin' on 'round here. Don't mean it don't happen, Phil."

"It's none of our business."

"Yeah? You gone say that to his kid if ever he come knockin' on ya door for help? 'Ain't none of my business, kid. Scram?' Or what about them recruits we buried last week? I ain't seen a single letter went out to them families. We also just gone pretend that ain't our business?"

The truth of the matter was, Danny wasn't wrong, he knew he wasn't; too many things were happening on the island that consistently and conveniently escaped members' attention. Just the other day, after he'd caught Linus beating the shit out of his sad puppy of a kid again, it occurred to him that he just couldn't be the only one who'd ever been witness to such a plain show of domestic abuse. How could he be? What a farce! The D.I. endlessly prattled on about life and death, war and peace, love and hate; they talked about everything that went above and beyond mere mortal comprehension; yet, when it really came down to it – whenever, Roger would turn up drunk for his shift again, or Ben showed up to class with a black eye and busted glasses – well, if anyone'd ask him, he'd say the DHARMA folk just didn't want to see. 'Them things that truly need fixin', them things that matter in the here and now; them such things don't matter to the DHARMA fuckin' Initiative.'

"It ain't! - I mean, it isn't!" Phil nervously pulled at his sleeves.

"Uhu," Danny sniffed. "Guess it ain't, then."

"Hi boys!"

Phil jumped, unprepared for the sudden intrusion. Danny jerked around, a genuine 100-watt smile gracing his face. At least the island provided him with some distractions; them nice blue eyes surely gave him palpitations from time to time.

"Well, well, if it ain't Jules. You early, doll. Your shift don't start 'til one."

"Hi Phil."

"Juliet," Phil gave her a curt nod, his eyes darting off to the side.

"I left early yesterday, figured I'd make up for the time today."

"Well, you're in luck. Phil here says his van needs some lovin'; told him you're just the gal he's lookin' for."

She grinned and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"Suppose she's not your type, eh?"

"Nah, you know how I like 'em, big and busty. None of that angular, wide eyed crap" he winked.

Juliet shook her head, unable to hide the amusement that tugged at the corners of her lips.

She should be more outraged by such sexual innuendos, but this was Danny, and Danny was about as threatening as a baby hippopotamus. Ever since she'd signed up for the motor pool detail she'd expected backlash, ridicule, jokes about her inability to hold a screwdriver the right way up. But instead of huffing and puffing about her true place being in the kitchen, Danny had surprised her. His open-mindedness about her abilities made her feel welcome, and as a result she embraced his testing and teasing with a smile rather than a grimace. Also, she was capable of making some pretty sharp remarks of her own keeping Danny on his toes plenty.

"What seems to be the problem?"

She stepped closer to the van, and turned her attention back to Phil. He gave her an odd look and a quick once over before spewing forth an incomprehensible string off words.

"I – uh," a twitch tugged at his eye.

"I – eh," he scraped his throat.

"The engine is ticking and – uh– I."

He pulled at his collar.

"Uh, backlight –."

Danny sniggered, and put an arm around Phil's shoulder.

"The engine is givin' 'im some hiccups, and you're gonna wanna replace the backlight," he said.

"Right," Phil nodded. "That."

"Okay, no problem. I'll see what I can do," she moved towards the work station and slipped her gloves on. "Check back in at the end of the afternoon."

Phil gave her another curt nod.

"Anything else?"

"No," he said, his eyes sliding up and down her jumpsuit once more, then he turned to Danny, pursed his lips and said:

"See you later, Dan."

"later, Phil."

Juliet tilted her head to the side as she watched Phil stalk off in the direction of the barracks.

"What's with Phil?"

"What ain't with Phil?" he snorted.

She laughed.

" 'S got his panties all tied up in a knot when he heard his boss and you are sweet on each other."

She froze; the look in Danny's eyes imparting far more than she was willing to acknowledge. How in the hell did that rumor spread about?

"Where'd you hear that?" she asked, leaping back into movement. She opened the van's front latch, and propped the hood up.

"You ain't foolin' anyone, doll. He's up here more often than he's out 'n 'bout checkin' perimeters. Always somethin' "broke" on his VW. Uhu," he winked.

"It's not like that, Danny. You know that."

"I'm just tellin' 'em how I see 'em, doll. And I sure seen lotsa ogling happenin' 'round these parts lately."

"I'm telling you, you're seeing it wrong."

"I am, am I?"

He tapped his nose, then shrugged and slammed his hand against the side of the van.

"Don't forget to freshen the oil, doll," He turned away. "I'll be in my office. Say hi to LaFleur when he stops by."

He walked away.

"Shit," she whispered under her breath.

He wasn't wrong, James had been stopping by a lot, lately. In fact, his van would randomly break down at least twice a week, and whenever he wasn't able to make it to the motor pool he'd find some way to lure her out into the jungle. Not Mitchell, not Tom, not Danny; he always requested her. Stolen moments between noon and night time, where the undergrowth, vines and muddy soil created noisy friction and impossibly to wash out stains. To think that they were getting away with it, she snorted. So much for keeping the "un" out of the "complicated".

"Shit, shit, shit," she pulled off her gloves, and threw them back onto the work station.

"What ya cursin' at the world for, Blondie?"

And there he was, just like Danny said he would be; a dimpled smirk plastered onto the side of his face. She felt a flutter pull at her insides as he leaned against Phil's van and crossed his arms in front of his chest. There was a slight spark in his eyes today, burning holes into carefully constructed resolutions; just by looking at him she was already breaking promises that she'd only just made.

Fuck.

"What are you doing here?" she snapped.

"Thought you might wa–… you in some kind of trouble, or somethin'?"

She huffed.

"Danny thinks he's got us all figured out," she motioned between them.

"Oh…"

"Yeah, oh."

She shook her head and turned away from the station, but before she could brush by him he caught her arm in mid-stride. Another wave of flutters raced through her body, tripling her heartbeat; a thousand tiny wings flapping in the darkness, tying her to the present. This was crazy. What they'd been doing was crazy. There was a time, not too long ago, that these exact same eyes had looked at her with disgust. When he'd banded together with Sayid, had watched her from the corners of narrowed eyes. Nothing would have pleased him more than to have put a bullet through her head when she'd walked away with Claire's medicine, having revealed more about his life than she should have been able to know. But now? His hand pulled her back searing dark marks of desire into her skin. Now, he wanted her.

"It don't have to matter," he said.

"What do you mean?"

"We don't have to keep hidin'. Maybe, we should just try the whole out-in-the-open thing."

"The out-in-the-open thing?" she rolled her eyes.

"You know what I mean."

"No, I don't actually. What do you mean, James?"

He smirked, his eyes sparkling with unleashed mischief; a second later he'd turned her to him and pushed her back against the side of the van, knocking the wind clean out of her.

She gasped, within seconds he had two, three, four buttons undone on her jumpsuit.

"You startin' to comprehend, doctor Burke?" he whispered into her ear as one of his hands disappeared down her jumpsuit. A shiver ran across her spine, and his lips curved against her throat; his slight kisses travelling upward, only momentarily halting to nip at her skin here, then there. This wasn't exactly the answer she'd been looking for, but as his lips found hers, his intentions read loud and clear. She responded without protest, not even wanting to resist, caught up in the lure of their game, she almost didn't hear…

"Ehum, ehum."

Her eyes flew open; the unmistakable cough of an accidental voyeur.

"James," she pushed at his shoulders, his grip tightened.

"James," she repeated.

He let out a low grunt but pulled back.

She coaxed her head in the direction of the sound; James half-turned, then a sly smile spread across his face and she mentally rolled her eyes. Of course, he would be excited about getting caught red-handed, he practically lived for the thrill of forbidden moments like these; out in the open, yet, far enough away from prying eyes.

"Goodmornin' Doctor Long," he said, his hands leisurely sliding out of her jumpsuit.

"Mr. LaFleur. Miss Carlson."

Juliet's cheeks flushed a brighter shade of red, but Long hardly seemed to notice. If anything, he looked rather blasé about the matter, as though he'd just taken a sip of a particularly bitter cup of coffee and had decided that nothing could possibly ruin his day more.

"What brings ya to this neck of the woods?"

"I was hoping to have a word with miss Carlson, here" Long said, studying the undone buttons on her jumpsuit with a raised eyebrow.

James inclined his head.

"Don't let me stop ya."

"In private," he added.

Juliet looked up in surprise; what could possibly be so important that it demanded her immediate attention? He could hardly be here about a van. Long did everything on foot; good for the lungs, he said. Suppose he didn't consider chain smoking his way through DHARMA meetings a tad more hazardous to his health than a sedentary lifestyle. Not for the first time since they'd arrived she'd marvelled at the general attitude of the 70s; 'the era of the wilfully ignorant and the blissfully blind', Miles had said at some point. He might be onto something there.

"You OK?" James asked, pulling her attention back to the present.

"Yeah," she nodded, finishing buttoning up her jumpsuit. "I'll finish up here; I'll see you tonight."

"OK, then," he shrugged, the subtle shift in his demeanour conveying that he was anything but OK with the abrupt brush off, but he would let it go for now.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"Don't forget to bring the tacos."

"As long as you bring the game."

He laughed and winked.

"Count on it, Blondie."

With a knot in her stomach she watched him go. He'd soon realize that the stars in his eyes weren't truly meant for her. He longed for green emeralds, and lush brown curls. She knew; her name had slipped from his lips in his sleep on more than one occasion. It hurt. It hurt a lot. But neither time travel nor distance could make him want her. He had to come to that conclusion on his own. He might never, and that was OK too. It wasn't supposed to mean anything anyway.

She shook the thoughts from her head.

"What can I do for you, Doctor?"

"I'd rather we talk some place private. I do not usually discuss topics of a delicate nature out in the open like this."

"Delicate?"

Didn't he just clear her last week?

"Should I be worried?"

The way he stood there, chin up in full on doctor mode; it gave her pause. It was familiar. Too familiar. She used to approach women in the clinic in a similar manner. When their hopes of seeing two pink lines would be dashed by that disappointing singular one. 'I'm sorry; maybe, next time,' she'd say.

But Long wasn't a fertility doctor, and he certainty wouldn't be alluding to a next time of any sort, not after all he'd just been privy to.

"Let's go to my office, shall we?" his expression remained void of emotion and it did nothing to reassure her. She could almost hear James whisper in her ear: 'He'd make for a great Other. Stoic. Empty eyes. Soulless. Kinda like you in the beinning.'

She followed him across the square to the infirmary; inside Alice and Debra were seated behind long white desks. Fragments of excited conversation fluttered about the room, the air filled with an ease that she'd never quite associated with the infirmary before. She greeted them, and they responded in kind.

"Juliet," Long began, after he'd closed his office door behind her.

"Please, sit."

She almost laughed out loud; the irony of the situation crept through thick layers of unwritten pieces of paper and sticky post-it notes on yellow bare walls, this used to be her office. Or rather, it would be, 26 years from now. In her time, it looked more desolate, discolored paint peeling off the ceiling and walls, pieces of brown tape desperately trying to hold onto corners of hastily torn off leaflets. Here, right now, it looked freshly painted; no marks of wear or the inevitable sense of dread that would soon inhibit the place; it even smelled better.

"We found something in your blood that I think we should discuss."

"Oh?"

"How have you been feeling, lately?"

She shrugged.

"Just some headaches, but nothing so bad it'd be worth mentioning. Why?"

"You and LaFleur have you been seeing each other long?"

She narrowed her eyes at him; that was an odd question. What did that have to do with anything? And besides –

"I don't see how that's any of your business."

"Well, it becomes our business when you decide to procreate."

"Excuse me?"

"Procreate, it means –"

"I know what it means; I haven't a clue what you're talking about."

"The DHARMA Initiative has rules about pregnancies, Juliet. You have to submit the proper documents, and apply for absence of leave so that you can be thoroughly examined on the mainland before try outs start," he paused. "Unless you've decided to leave the island, of course. Obvously, you'd be free to do whatever you want, then."

"Try outs? What are you–?"

"There's no need to deny it; according to the data you provided last year you're not in the habit of regulating your menses, you've not been prescribed any type of birth control, and the Initiative has been denied requests to import male contraceptives. That only leaves us with one possible scenario. You planned for this to happen," he hesitated. "I'm a little surprised, though. Did you really think you could hide it from us? Surely, you must have known there'd come a time we'd find out."

She stared, her eyes all but rolling out of her skull.

"You're saying, I'm…?"

She shook her head. No, no, no.

"You're wrong,"

Something must have gone wrong with her blood test; a mix up, maybe. A false positive, surely. She grabbed the file from his desk and started flipping through it. The RFLP and SNP aligned perfectly with what she remembered from her med-school results. Her brows knit together. These were hers, but…

"It has to be a false positive."

"We're quite sure."

"I can't be pregnant."

"According to our–"

"You're not listening to me; I can't get pregnant."

Long frowned.

"You mean; you haven't been able to conceive until now?"

"No," was she really going to have to spell it out? Was he that dim?" I'm infertile."

It hurt to say; she'd never actually said it out loud before.

Long appeared confounded.

"You're infertile?"

"Yes, I – I– "

How could she ever explain that the adult version of the boy who currently lived three barracks down the road from her had been the cause of her infertility? How could she begin to explain that in 26 years' time he was going to lure her to the island, and lay claim to her as though she was his slave to keep: 'After everything I've done to get you here! After everything I've done to keep you here! How could you possibly not understand…that you're mine?!'

Ben had forced her hand, and after all this time the memories of that day continued to fester like big open wounds, growing more and more repulsive each day.

"There's this drug called Chlorhydelone. It's a trial drug," she began. "I took it a little over a year ago."

"Why?"

Why?

She watched little Benjamin Linus sometimes, from the window inside her barrack; the sight of him always ignited confusion. She hated him, but she also pitied him; a dichotomy of indecision forevermore debating with unrelenting thoughts, wracking havoc with her original proclamations.

He'd glanced up once, as though he'd sensed her eyes on him, and they'd stared at each other; this broken boy with his busted Harry Potter glasses complete with duck tape, minus scar, and the object of his future obsession, staring. She'd hastily stepped away, and pulled the shutters down with a force that vibrated through the entire house.

"I was told that it was safe," she lied. "But eventually, I learned that the effects of the drug had done irreparable damage to my reproductive organs."

Long shook his head.

"What was the trial for? Why didn't you mention this during your first medical exam?"

"I didn't think it worth mentioning."

"You didn't think infertility would be worth mentioning?" Long pinched the bridge of his nose, and leaned forward on his desk. "Juliet, don't get me wrong, this truly is quite a remarkable story. But you have to understand that from where I'm sitting, I'm having some trouble piecing together certain facts; why would you be involved in this? How did you get involved? Were there more people who were being tested on like you?"

"Evan," she put her arms on the desk, mirroring him. "I can't talk about the experiments, or who performed them," she lied. "And I didn't mention it, because–" she looked away, the painful reminder of what had happened in the weeks following her actions bubbled to the surface. It surprised her how much of that faded pain still felt so fresh.

"Because I couldn't."

Long regarded her with calculated suspicion over the rim of his aviator glasses. Then he sighed and pushed himself up from his chair.

"You should have been more forthcoming, Juliet. We could have run our own tests. This island–" he stopped.

"This island, what?" she repeated, knowing full well where he'd intended to go with that line of thought.

"Forget it," he waved the thought away with his hand. "The truth of the matter is that the tests we conduct here are very accurate. If what you're saying is true, then there's only one way to confirm it."

She nodded.

"I understand."

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              DHARMA Initiative: Infirmary, July 1975            

"This is going to be a little cold."

Debra applied the thick blue gel to her belly, squirting it out over her skin with flowery adolescent strokes. She shivered, her bellybutton's repurposed design looking oddly disturbing in all of its crooked glory. Debra laughed.

"First time?"

Juliet nodded, not quite sure how else to respond. She'd been through the motions countless times before: apply the gel, clearly express what the patient can expect, apply the proper amount of pressure to the probe, move it in the longitudinal plane across the belly–

"Longitudinal."

"Sorry?"

"You're holding it wrong."

Debra frowned.

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are," she placed her fingers on top of the young nurse's hand. "Let me show you."

Debra started to protest, but Juliet was already moving the transducer down to her pubic bone. She applied a little more pressure, and slowly maneuvered the device upward.

"See?"

Almost instantly an image popped up on the monitor.

Debra turned her head, her frown deepened as she scratched her head with her other hand.

"How did you know?"

"Just simple logi–" She trailed; her eyes arrested by the image on the monitor, an unmistakable flutter catching her attention. It appeared at the bottom of the screen, a steady rhythm, corroborated by the rapid thumping that emanated from the monitor's speakers. A heartbeat.

Her hands flew to her mouth.

"Omph! Careful," Debra said.

It was small. So small. She'd almost missed it; the size of a raspberry, and because she knew where to look did she see the tiniest of hands shift ever so slightly into view, showing signs of life that could not possibly be thriving inside her body.

"Oh my–" she whispered.

Up until that moment she'd been so sure. There'd been no morning sickness; no sign or indication of any sort that her body was preparing itself for radical changes. For all intense and purposes the Chlorhydelone should have completely destroyed both of her fallopian tubes and uterus. She hadn't had her period in months, and yet here she was bearing witness to the impossible.

She moved closer to the screen; Debra shifted the probe into a different position to accommodate her better.

"It looks to be about–"

"63 days," Juliet whispered. "9 weeks."

"How–?"

"I just do," she swallowed hard; her breath catching in her throat.

"Well," Debra shrugged, and turned her attention back to the monitor. "It looks healthy. Strong."

"It does," she smiled, betrayed by the tremor in her hand as she reached for the screen. Still captivated by the image, the tightness in her chest continued to expand further and further, until soft drops of relief and sadness carved red roads of opportunity down her cheeks. "It really does."

There was so much that she wished she could say to the young nurse, yet there was so very little she could actually reveal. The DHARMA Initiative would never understand the true power of the island. How it healed the irreparable, cure the terminal, restore fertility. But also, how it could take all of that away in the blink of an eye. Over the years she'd learned how the island acted as some type of enabler, pulling strings on puppets through time and space per Jacob's request. And now, she appeared to be in the eye of its hurricane.

She abruptly pulled her shirt down; the image on the screen cut off.

"Wha–?!" Debra started.

"I have to go."

"We're not done, yet!"

"I can't stay."

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A/N: I am sooo excited to be sharing parts of this story with you guys already! If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to drop a line. It's going to be quite a ride. I don't even know how long this story is going to be, but it took me about a month to work out all of the details. I know how it ends! Just don't know how long it will take for me to get there! It will definitely be a Suliet story, but MANY of the other characters will also appear in this story, along with some original characters, like Danny! For every subsequent chapter and section I'll insert a place and time, because if I don't do that it will turn into a mess very quickly. So, I recommend that before you start reading each section you take note of where all of the characters in the story are and at what time!

Other than that, I hope you guys enjoyed this first chapter! And if you got this far, thank you so much for reading!

[og-doubletrouble-kinnie]

SPOP Season 4 notes

Spoilers obvi

Gonna be a bit different from my s3 notes, as I’m p much just gonna liveblog stuff here- Since I dont wanna spoil my friends... Rip 😔

Ep 1:

Mom: Icecream cake :-D me, sobbing: Mom I love you

Every time my mom does something I cry. I love and miss her sm

YALL JUST HURTIN PERFUMA LIKE THIS-

WHY CAN THE SWORD BE A MOP-

Ya know I always thought Hordaks red teeth were fuckin weird af

GRANDMA GRANDMA GRANDMA GRANDMA

GO GET MY GIRLFRIEND YOU UGLY KITTY

EMILYYYYYYYYY AWAAAA

They really out here just reusing the princess prom outfits huh?

Really though I swear if Entrapta doesnt come back I’ll scream. You cant just trade in my beautiful amasing gf for me. I know I’m great but I swear.

Rip Auntie Angella.... 😔

I wasn’t even there for the corrination- I kinda feel bad for that but... I was alittle busy... With somethin- Hell if I know what.

HELL YEAH QUEEN GLIMMERRR

Oh hot diggity Catra-

Look I may not like her but I can really respect her tactics....

EP 2:

Okay what does Perfuma have against the crimson wastes- Hopefully its (Rightful) fear!

Oh nooo the gooooo

One does not simply call Adora soft

Aweeee Perfuma and Bow bonding...

Perfuma is cacti-phobic hahahaha

O.O Wheres the ship

Huntara eats sand and theres nothing you can do about it.

OOOO NEW TOWN NEW TOWN NEW TOWN

MEMEMEMEMEMMEMEMEMEMMEMEMEMEMMEMEMEMEME

AH YES MY FIRST WORDS ARE BEING SCORPIA AND FLIRTING WITH CATRA. HOW FITTING.

God im so dramatic I love it

Perfuma Im so proud of you bb

Hot take? Perfuma x Huntara

AWEEE IM SO HAPPYYYYYYYY

Honestly being Catra was always fun

Ep 3:

Pajamas Catra? Catra without her headband? Wild shit. Wild shit.

She cute tho ngl

Oh hecc its time to fuck with the rebels-

I s2g its rly lookin like my tl may just be flip flopped on which side I helped- Idk... its only ep 3 jfkbgf

Wittle moth society... so cute...

Flutterina... Adorable

SHE RA CAKE

The moth town leader is adorable. Precious old lady. I love her. her design is amazing. 10/10 I love her

Wait what-

Ohhhh my god what happened-

Catra if you dont start appreciating Scorpia right this second I swear to god I will appreciate her myself.

Flutterina is so precious. All her fangirling...

Are we gonna explorer the whole.. reaction catra has every time someone mentions the Portal??

MAGICAL SACRED BOND TIME

FLUTTERINA IS A PRECIOUS BABY AND I LOVE HERRR

SCORPIAAAA SIS GET OVER HERE LEMME HUG UUUU

Oh....

OH

O H

OKAY

I AM ON BOARD WITH THIS

Ep.4

Spinerella and nettossa are precious 100%

Okay but I’m right. tiny cute and pink. I didnt even catch it. I done fooled myself.

Am cutie

GRANDMAS BA C K BOIISSSSS

god I love shadow weaver. I miss her sm

B O BB N O

OKAY SPOT ON BO IMPRESSION!

IM SO CUUUTTTEEE

Yaaayyyyy Catras having fun!

WEAVER LIKES DAISIES. PRECIOUS. AWA. GWANDMAAAA

She makes great bait and u know it.

Oh no are the gfs fighting-

Catra legit thought glimmer was me I love this-

CATRA WHY DO YOU KNOW WHAT GLITTER TASTES LIKE-

..... Okay literally as I type thet I get mems of her eating glitter okay cool

Ohhh That was cool-

Hey Catra dont hide your grateful attitude you dick

God I love these girlfriends

LET WEAVER BE GOOD ADORA

This is cute

Ep 5

Kyle you precious little boy

Oh are they finally gonna develop these three?

Ditzy light hope is cute light hope

SHES ALL SMILEYYYY

I love Kyle launie and roheleo... Precious

“I made a crystal :-D”

“I know what will help!” “no dont-”

Kyle I love you

“Oh trust me the information is never gonna load for you.”

Lookit these... three siblings.... Blessed babes

COMPUTER MOM HAS EMOTIONS

AWA

KYLE BABY NOOO

HARD SQUINTING AT LIGHT HOPE

EP 6

Oh boi Scoria episode here we go

God I love that she kept Emily....

Scorpia is too bright and cheery for the hoarde. Redeem her damnit

Hecc I hate that Im being so mean to the best friend squad but oooog its so fun to watch

Emily’s personality is so cuuuteee -w-

Emily scared of Catra.. precious

SCORPIA YOU DESERVE SO MUCH BETTER-

I wanna hug her so bad

Hehehehehehe >:)

Damnit Bo, ruining my work-

CRYING

Scorpias entrapta impression tho

SCORPIA YOU TOUCH THAT GARNET GOD DAMNIT

Im gonna cry, emilys recordings....

GOD I LOVE MY GIRLFRIEND-

..... Whats goin on with the Garnet...

LET GLIMMER BE DARK

THE GREATEST HUGS, SCORPIA. GREATEST HUGS

Emily youre so smart.

SCORPIA FINALLY KNOWIN SHES WORTH BETTER HELL YEAH YOU GO SISTER

Catra rly needs a hug tbh

OHHHH HELL YESSSSSS

God I wanna know more about the scorpion kingdom....

Ep 7

Mermista you are too happy when holding everyone in a room against their will

OH OKAY THAT WOULD EXPLAIN WHY

SPOILERS MERMISTA

Ohhh hohoho I am lovin this story~

Shadow weaver bein an embarassing mom to Adora, adorable

Adora was absolutely suspicious of Weaver in my tl 100% Sure I made her more trusted, but Adora is stubborn

BFDJKGBFJKD ENTRAPTAS HELPERS ARE IN THE CASTLE

Ooooooo This is a great ep...

Ohh Im having fun arent I~

Ohhhhhhh Shiiiiiiiiiiit Rip selenious

Ep8

I hope yallre keepin an eye on me, Or I’ll get out >:-)

Awee depressed baby :-(

SHANTYYYY

OH THIS IS PRECIOUS

Seahawk this is a terrible idea....

This better be a musical episode

BDHJFBD WRONG KIDNAPPERS

I love depressed mermista

Return of the she-mop!

Oooo seahawk past....

Awee Catra misses Scorpia

And is finally realizin shes gone

O u c h poor Seahawk

OW GLIMMER

HELL YEAH MERMISTA

“A SEAGULL TOLD ME!”

Oooo Catra, a natural born killer~

I love bein able to finally see Octavia in action

Low key musical Ep, hell yesssss

I already shipped mermista and seahawk but this ep... Is just makin me ship it more....

SCORPIA HAS MOMS

The fact that it took this long for Catra to finally go to scorpias room and check on her

How the fuck do the boats work

Ep 9

OHHHHH Razz gets the sheras mixed up thats honestly so cute-

Razz... I lov u

I love her refrences to the old charas

Razzzz awe precious.. The first time...

Oooo I love seein Mara

AWEE LIGHT HOPE SOFT FOR MARA

Good I feel bad for Razz tbh??? hoppin back and forth between Sheras

MARAS TRANSFORMATIONNNNN

God she looks so much better than Adora holy fuck

NOOO RAZZ DONT CRYYY

HOLY FUCKING SH I WHAT THE F U CFDHFDJBKJGBSKED

Hot fucking damn I didnt expect this what the sh iiiiiii

I STILL WANNA HUG RAZZ-

Ep 10

DAMN IM SO COLD XD

That fuckin POOF

PLEAAASSEE LET ME AND WEAVER BOND PLZ I WANT MY GRANDMAAAAA

Let Frosta nap 2020

SCORPIAAAA

DONT SNEAK UP BEHIND SCORPIA

Daaaamn Catra... Go take a nap hun, you look terrible

Oh sweetie.....

Glimmer please you didn’t see what they saw.

Aaaannnnd Okay the queenliness is goin to her head cool

SCORPIA BABYYYY

Caaaatttrrraaaaa

LOOPY LOOP BETRAYAL

God I love them learning the ship

FBHJSDBFSJHVFD OH MY GOD FAKE TEARS

SHE DID IT IM SO PROUD OF HERRR

Ep11

Eeeeee I hope they find my blessed gorl.....

Whats swifty hearin..

OH SHIT SHERA DOESNT WORK-

I cant believe the first ones just have a fucking dump

MICHA MICHAM ICHA ITS MY UCLE I KNOW IT

HELL YEAH BAEBEEEEEE

I KNEW HE WAS ALIVE

Sweet my uncles just a lil crazy haha

MICHA I LOV YOU

Awaaaaaa

Glimmer loses one parent and gains the other. Girl only gets one parent at a time. Hahahaha

The world has to nerf her lmao

Hell yeah hes cool!

Okay cool proof that Lighthope just wants to activate the weapon

Guys just tell him she’s a teenager omfg

Hoooooly hecc

NOOOOOOOO aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

SHE RAAAAA

MY WIIIFFFEEEE

AAAAAAAA

YAASSSS

EEEEE

Ohhhh Scorpia is the key.....

Interesting.......

Ep 12

EVEN WEAVER IS CONFUSED

You bet you ass Ive escaped bitches >:)

-cries- I’ve missed my wife

Awaaa she never changes!

Someone hug Catra I s2g

DT nooooooo

SHE SHOWS NO CONNECTION BECAUSE YOU TOOK IT WEAVER-

I adore Weaver in this season- Who am I kidding, I adore Weaver in every season

THe hoarde is led by two kids who just need some tender love and care

God Ive missed her...

SWEETIE WHY ARE YOU SO CHEERY ALL THE TIME- AAA I LOVE YOU

squinty

Uhhhggggg I now hate that I remember having a runestone of my own

Tho I DO wanna know what kinda powers Scorpia will get....

Sweetie no non onononononononononononononoono

BABY NOOO NO NO O NONONONONONONONONONO

IM GONNA CRY SHE BETTER BE OKAY-

YESS BABY

AWAAA ENTRAPTA I LOVE YOUUUU

bdhsvfbjskbfd I can only do her hair bjkvfdbgfkd

OWO IM SO SMART YET SO DUMB

HORDAK TEARS?!

Hehehehehe YES I HELPED GLIMMER

Ep 13

Nobodies followin Catra anymore lmao

Ohhhh shit Catras gonna d i e

Rip in pieces Hordak

Ohhh shiiiiiiii

SEAHAWK LIL HEART EYES

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

I love callin Catra out ohhhh my g o d

OOoooooo Lightning!

I gotta question that rn Glimmer...

Damnit Hordak aint dead...

Ohhh hecc hecc hecc hecc

OH SHIT THE SWORD-

Ya rly just teleport a whole room like that-

I like horde prime-

His eyes are cool and his palette is so much nicer aaaa

Fffffuck

Fave season so far

And not just cause I’m finally in it xD

Expect more posts when the mems really start pouring... Gotta figure out how all this changed in my TL since it DEFINITELY wasn’t just like this-

[licoriceblackaliceangel]

February 1st is the day I made this blog!

First making this blog, I’ve said it plenty of times when it was brought up, but I never intended to do much with it.

I made it for the purpose of not flooding my main blog with bat/im stuff, and having the idea of answering asks for Alice if any came by. I was RPing as Alice with someone on discord for at least four months prior to this blog, and soon this blog delved more into an RP blog more than an ask blog.

I’ve made plenty of friends, have so many memories and a lot of growth through this blog. And despite some of the hard times I faced and forces and situations where I almost deleted a few times.. I don’t regret a thing.

SO.

I decided to make a little follow forever under the cut! A few people (Going back. A lot of people did. Oops.) will get some special shoutouts solely because I have a lot of thoughts, but if I don’t write something for you, don’t think you mean any less to me! If I forget anyone, my DEEPEST APOLOGIES. I have the memory of a gold fish and trying to remember everyone is. Hard.

But just know if we are mutuals I LOVE AND CHERISH YOU.

This also got a lot longer than I expected OOPS

@inkdrenchedsmile: Tea, I tell you everyday and talk to you almost everyday. I love and cherish you so so so much. You’re the sweetest, cutest, most darling thing ever. You are the brightest little marshmallow peep~ And I have so grateful everyday to have met you and be able to write with you. I love your writing and stories and your ideas and art and YOU ARE SO TALENTED! You mean the world to me. I love you, honeybun <3

@kalamxs: GIO. BOY YOu know I told you plenty of times you’re one of the reasons I even went to making this blog. I followed you before I even had the thought in my mind (I don’t remember why, maybe from your AWESOME ART and your writing and rping made me stay) because YOU ARE SO FUCKING GOOD!! I remember laughing all the time and sharing with my friends in my discord even though they don’t exactly understand BUT-- Man I’m so happy I got to actually. Interact with you! And get to befriend you and man YOUR ART GIVES ME LIFE. I love seeing all your stuff and writing and I LOVE WRITING WITH YOU. Bendo and Alice are absolutely adorable as well; fucking dorks. I LOVE YOU BABEY!! NEVER GONNA STOP LOVIN AND SUPPORTIN YOU!!

@bendicethedaughterofthedevil: NICK. You know I been with you since the MERE START. And I told you watching your growth and Bendice’s story was. WOO. Man I sometimes see the old Baby Shower art thing I did for the twin’s baby shower like.. Gonna be almost a year with that too. And just. :(.. THINGS WERE SIMPLER THEN.. I love you Nick, you’re talented and sweet and so so ambitious and strong and I LOVE YOU BABEY!!

@devilswinging: Veemo, I am so glad to have been able to meet ya and interact with you. I love ya man and I love writing with you and your muses. I love the small chit chats we have and seeing you on my dash. I love Alice’s relationship with Bebe and Sammy and just. Man!! You know, no matter what, if you ever feel down and feel like no one likes your boys, know I !! Will always love and appreciate them. <3 And Alice does too.

@instrumentsofcyanide: STELLLAAAAAAA. I fucking love you Stella. You’re so funny and sweet and the little messages back and forth sometimes and you coming in my DMs like: WHAT THE FUCK IS WITH YOUR ANONS all the time is. So funny. All the damn fiascos Oreo manages to produce and just. Oreo in general. Always gets me laughing and smiling. I love you and your boy so much?? You’re so fun and creative and silly and just an OVERALL JOY TO TALK AND BE AROUND WITH!!! I’m so glad to be able to interact and talk with you <3 (Never forget the first time I think you actually said anyhting to me was about that one Alice Blog Foot Pics Fiasco and I’ll never forget being like; Man someone I look up to and I’s first interaction is over saying ‘wow fuck this girl’ over guilting me for foot pics-- DOFIHJGFD)

@inkwise: AVI I LOVE YOU SM. DFKGJ. You’re so sweet and creative and your muses are an absolute joy. I especially have so many feelings. For Henry. So much. I love this man so much and I thank you and him everyday for my life. He needs a break. I love getting to write with you and seeing you on my dash is?? A fucking delight. Thank you. <3

@lxgner: ALICE YOU CREATIVE SWEET PERSON. You have so many damn muses and I APPLAUD YOU. Your OCs are all pretty sweet imo? The ones I seen. And the ambition you have to write and work on all this?? I applaud. I love your Joey muses esp and they’re so interesting and I love the thought you put into them all you know?? It’s interesting and really brings life into them. Your writing is delicious and your humor is. Great. I love writing with you <3 Keep your head up darling.

@one-eyed-twin: LADY V I LOVE YA SWEETHEART. Your muses are a delight and I love the little threads we’ve had, either it with Phiona, Clyde or Vlad (here and on my other blog) I love peaking at your threads and seeing your writing. You’re an absolute delight and I love?? Your creativity and your ART!! You truly are a person with impeccable tastes ~ Love seeing you on the dash, love <3

@inkyencounters: Glowbun you. Are really a sweetheart. So creative and funny, you really are kind and try to look out for everyone and it’s Very nice. I’m very appreciative of how kind ya are and the creativity you have with your muses and just. It’s very refreshing. Thank you for everything.

@sillymuses: Where do I begin. I love writing with you either with Charlie or on this blog, both here and my OC blog of course. You really have such a creative spin in your writing and really? Feel your characters and paint them so!! Amazingly. I love the back and forth between you and you’re honestly. Adorable. I love seeing you and your creativity hun <3

@inkmachine: GLOOMY I LOVE YOU AND I HOPE THINGS ARE/WILL GET BETTER SOON LOVIE. God it’s always a treat when you’re online and on the dash it’s. Always hilarious. I love seeing what Bendy fucking gets up to this time and he’s so?? Awesome. I love him a lot. The little bastard PFF. He’s absolute adorable and cute and I love the dark shit with him honestly. And him and Alice’s lil Candi adventures are always. Tooth rottingly sweet. I love ya hun. <3

@taakos-troupe-of-threads: I hope you know the phrase “Snap would fight Chalk Jesus for Alice’s honor” is a thing that will NEVER leave my mind and tends to cross it once a day. PFF. I love writing with you and seeing you on the dash as well! Snap is a fucking DOLL and I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. (As does Alice, ofc) They’re absolutely adorable and poor girl is such a worrier PFF. Our DMs are always something funny as well, I think. I always know I’m in for something good when I see that fucking. Orange Danny Devito icon in my dms-- KSKJF

@dappcrdust: GLITTER!! Man. I remember first writing with you with your Bendy muse and honestly? Ever interaction from him to now has ALWAYS been a fun treat. I love your writing and love seeing you on and getting into whatever shenanigans that seem to pop up. Mostly with Angel it seems pfff.. Sweet Angel. I love what you have all done and cooked for him and his character he’s so?? three dimensional i love it. Him and Alice’s BFFship is honestly. Great and I love them SO MUCH. You’re creative and fun and just. A sweetheart. Love ya hun <3

@gamblxrhxsk: tbh I didn’t know what blog to @ YOU FUCKING MANIAC. Jk. I love you Echo. PFFF It’s funny to me that I feel I got closer with you via fucking. shit with CEO-Entity. LMAO. Echo where do I start. You are SO DAMN FUNNY. Like my GOD how many times have I laughed out loud to myself over some shit ya wrote and done?? Hell, even with your stuff with phil swift and entity and all that stuff got my SQUAD TO COME TO ME LAUGHING OVER IT!! I love also all your muses and the fact you got this whole arsenal and can?? Keep up with it for what it seems like. PROPS!! I love fucking around with you here and there and even though we don’t really write together too much (which, I would love to but I’m myself and even still lowkey anxious OIGJG) I just love putzing around and seeing you do your thing on the dash; from jokes to serious business. It’s always a treat. <3

@nctherchpter: Pai, I’m still lowkey so flattered you ever followed me back (and now mutuals with me on our mains like. WHAAA--) Your art is always. Bellissimo. Asriel was always a joy to see and honestly just. Stole my heart. I love him so much. Your writing is always a joy and man you just. Are skilled in The Arts(TM) Your self insert blog is also?? Awesome. I love the concept and idea and going through with a thing like? Honestly. Inspiration. All your self insert stuff really is just. Big big inspo. I’m so glad you seem to have? So much fun. Also I did say it in Nick’s stream many moons ago when they were going through BATIM again. Your voice is v cute <3

@clair-de-luna: WHERE DO I BEGIN WITH YOU!!! Man I remember following your main back for that SWEET MUFFETON ART. My cherished Muffeton mutual. And now here we both are with THIS. YOUR ART JUST CONTINUES TO INSPIRE AND GROW AND I LOVE!! SEEING IT!! And LUNA MELTS ALICE AND I’S HEART ALL THE TIME. God does she ADORE HER LITTLE STAR!! Ugh. I cry real tears. Always a delight to see you both here and your main. <3 I love ya DC!!

@lilithmagne: AC you. Are truly an artistic marvel. Your art is INCREDIBLE, your writing is BEAUTIFUL. And I love seeing you on my dashboard. You are so sweet and kind?? It’s so nice. I LOVE the love and work you put into Lilith and her story and your research and dedication? It’s amazing. Lilith is an absolute BEAUTY and God I LOVE HER. You do her SUCH A BEAUTIFUL JUSTICE!! So honored to be mutuals with you honestly. <3 Keep being amazing you beautiful person.

@lucifermagne: MARZI YOU ARE AN ABSOLUTE ANGEL. Working on all those HH icons for other rpers, working on your other RP blogs and pumping out that SWEET CONTENT. You are honestly a treasure. You are absolute sweet and a joy to see online. I love peaking at your threads and LOVE seeing your posts either for HCs or just IC shenanigans with Lucifer. You put so much through and care into your interpretation of him and I LOVE IT. He’s such a fun goof ball but at the same time presents himself as. THE KING OF HELL. Obviously. He’s an absolute Joy and just!! It’s amazing. We haven’t threaded together yet but even despite that?? I just love seeing you and him (and Alastor and Marx and the gang ofc) on the dash. Always a damn delight. <3

@thatscwewywabbit: we only just started interacting like. a week or so ago but AMANDA Man I have told you before how much I adore seeing you write for Bugs and how it’s ALWAYS SO FUN to see him and your posts for him on the dash. THE AMOUNT OF RESEARCH, CARE, LOVE, THOUGHT ALL PUT INTO HIM AND YOUR WRITING FOR HIM. It’s just so good. So refreshing. Ugh. MY CHILDHOOD!! It makes me so happy all the time. You really are. An inspiration. Writing with you and him is a DELIGHT and love peeking at your other threads just. It’s so nice. It’s almost uncanny how well you play him. My goodness! Keep being awesome lovely <3

@viennaxmuses​: Fuck you bitch. Yeah. You’re getting put here. Bitch. Fuck you. I LOVE YOU. BItch. You fucking fuck. You sweet cute funny fuck. You adorable loving supportive bitch. Ya uplifting comforting creative artistic thot. Fuck you.

Okay this went WAY LONGER THAN I INTENDED but sorry everyone else I didn’t write a lil blurb for. I wrote a lot and I STILL WANNA GIVE SHOUTOUTS CUS I LOVE!! ALL OF YOU!! Even non-mutuals like. I just wanna share all the love and appreciation I have here.

@hxllodolly @cvangclii @snxkeyes @ofinkdxmonsandxngels @brxkeninstrument / @butcherbrains @stupidcoffeeboy @strawberry-lemonade-muses @hazbinmuses @bornloscrs @black-jack-the-cat​ @bluescarfvivi @a-framed-rabbit​ @angelusvoce​ @ask-slender-and-gray​ @wrenchand-abone

[fool-moon830]

The Grand Legend of Alex Eywrm

My Mentor is a Omnipotent Powerful Dragon... And also a Pothead.

Eterna seoule Eterna vulvis Fatus

May my Fate be as eternal as my soul and my love

I froze, chills went down my spine, a frozen breath found its way onto the nape of my neck. I couldn't move, couldn't blink, couldn't breath. 

"H u m a n . . . T u r n    a r o u n d a n d F a c e   m e. . . "

I slowly turned around, eyes open wide in fear. A pair of eyes catch my gaze, round lapis lazulis with slits in the middle, a cloudy mist fills the air as this hidden atrocity lights a blunt, takes a puff, and  breaths mist into my face. I immediately start coughing badly, the smoke having a menthol-like effect, a frozen feeling straight down my throat. God its feels like a cough drop just got shoved down my throat. 

“N o t    u s e d t o   i t , I s u p o s e . . . ”

Still coughing from the cough drop second hand smoke, i look at this...thing with watery eyes and ask something quite stupid.

“w-what the hell are you?”

Let me explain why this was stupid. What this thing is, is a mother loving, omnipotent Grand Elder Dragon, straight outta the underworld. How do I know this? Eyes the color of unnatural ice, the stupid elongated tone of voice, the cough drop second hand smoke, which by the way is created by a cigar made from the menthollyptus plant, a bit of sliver dust, a bit of crushed Golden Shabaath, and the ashes of the Eboreal Ash, . And how do i know it's this specific combination of plants and metal dust? Because the burn in my throat and the dizziness of my eyes feels the same way as when i have to go to my pothead boss whose name I will not mention, who also is a dragon(a lesser dragon i believe). Not a stupidly powerful dragon as this one in front of me-

“W i l l   Y o u N o t   A d r e s s M e  B y M y

T i t l e ? ”

… did this dragon just read my-

“ y e s . . .   i d i d . ”

… this mother lovin dragon. His Name is Sytar, the Province of all that is Time. This is a Timelord, someone who could manipulate time at will, and is able to go back into the past and future at will. However, only those who can set in motion the future are Prophets, those who divine prophecies among Heroes. 

“H e r o e s-

“Can you just shut up with that stupid tone?”

“...and why should I, Mere mortal?”

“uhh...Because you came here to tell me something?”

“... that is true. Ahem. Allow me to propose some…Exposition.”

...what?

“What the genuine fuck are you talking about?” I ask in an actual concerned voice.

“...i'm just gonna give some exposition. Explain about heros.. Y'know, basic hero talk.”

“...why though? I already know about heroes and their grand and glorious exploits. I don’t need the exposition Sytar.”

“ its for the audience, idiot.”

“The what? What audience?” I look around for any signs of fades or missing bits of my apartment. Usually, grand dragons want to play around and recreate the rooms of their victims through illusionary magic. Also, they set up wireless connections and broadcast their mischief to major television channels. It's also one of Mia’s favorite shows, called The Fool’s Cage with NICK JOOOONES! Or something like that. I don’t watch much television. Just the forecast. Hopefully this isn’t that show.

“I’m not doing that Alex. Im too sophisicated for that dumb soap oprea. Also, who’s Mia?”

“None of your fucking business.”

“Chill dude. I'm not gonna hurt her-”

“Just shut up.” I rub my head and sit down. This is just stupid. Why is this dragon in my room, why can’t I just sleep, and why is there still some delicious musty tea on my mug. Although it's cold now, so its just now mediocre musty tea. Taking a sip of my mediocre musty tea, I ponder the reasons of this dragon being in my already cramped room.

“If you would stop explaining stuff, i would tell you why.”

“Can you shut up?”

“Can you explain why you're being so rude mortal?” This thirteen foot monster with a sixteen foot tail, scales as pale as moonstones, with just a tinge of blue, and nails...or should I say claws, as black as coal, all wrapped up in a bathrobe lined with alpaca fur, and flip flops with small bunny ears...Mia would like these… and a long, girthy, absolutely unnecessary cigar, lit with a teal flame. Wow.. You must really have some worn out lungs huh Sytar?

“ as a matter of fact, my lungs are perfectly fine, thank you very much.” Just as the omnipotent dragon starts coughing like a 40 year old smoker. Don’t Smoke kiddos. 

“...anyway, as I was saying… Heroes are given a Prophecy by a Prophet to fulfill, as it is their purpose as a sworn and pledged Hero, and by receiving this blessing, they are given eternal life. That is, they stop aging at a certain age, and can choose how old they look...occasionally. Most heroes either look 20 or 30 years old. It is uncertain. However, a Hero can be slain, and its soul shall remain here. Until it has completed its prophecy, or has it’s soul devoured by a Devil, Or it is destroyed by some other manner, a Hero cannot rest. A Hero can only wait for its opportunity to arrive, or live out its days in misery...such is the tragedy of a hero..” The dragon wipes a petty tear of his cheeks with such unnecessary flair. I wasn’t paying attention though. While this high-of-his-rockers dragon blabbered on about what i already knew about Heros(they teach you this in middle school history, along with the history of this nation’s government, The Federal Foundation of Terrana) I texted Mia. I asked whether or not she wanted hotdogs or ramen hotpot with some delicious musty tea. She wanted the hotdogs and some actual tea. But I reminded her that delicious musty tea was actual tea. Then she sent me a gif with a Gonodorf wizard rolling its eyes and some text on top saying ‘when your roommate is a dad-joke loving dork but you be wanting some actual food’. Kids these days with their memes and what not. Though...Mia isn’t actually a child, she’s old enough to drive around the pier and order her favorite milk tea with boba. Although, she still wakes up early to watch her morning ‘anime’ instead of doing her online college work, and still asks for some SourPatch Dwarves, and still cuddles up to me when she has nightmares...Anyway, she then tells me that she’s bringing one of her friends back home, and she’ll come home in about 20 minutes. Shit! I face the high-as-a-skyscraper dragon and tell him to…

“Leave. Now.”

The dragon, whom took another puff of his cigar, which was now half the length before he arrived, responded in a rather concerning manner…

“Can I at least say that your a hero and explain that…” he takes a moment to recollect his thoughts… “to the audience?”

“N-no!” I manage to say before I start coughing again, accidentally breathing in the cough drop second hand smoke.

“Dude ...it's not that bad….” He really was lost now, gone beyond all hope.

“Look, Wannabe Sytar, Two people live in this household and one of them is not used to the smell of smoke at all, and you won’t shut up about all this hero nonsense, and look-” and another coughing fit ensued from all the cough drop second hand smoke. “J-just go. Come back when your not a bloody stoner” for fucks sakes...Alex rushes around the apartment, opening every window they had. The dragon chuckled and recited a familiar phrase. 

“There are Three curses a hero must avoid, lest they shall lose their lives. A Hero must always beware of a Dragon’s Wrath, A Madman’s Oath, and a False God’s Promise. You do know this, don’t you Alex?”

“Y-yes i know” said Alex with a sore throat. The second hand smoke was getting to him pretty badly. “Why bother telling me this?” the dragon sighed and went for another puff of his blunt, decided against it, and place it away in a pocket dimension. 

“Alex...i am a tempermental dragon, cursed with Devil’s Scawl. I cannot prevent a berserk state this late into my life. The scawl is as painful as a parasitic cancer can be. Therefore, I use medicinal herbs to ease my pain away. It just so happens to be in the form of a cigar. I know of the conditions in this household, and I’ll try not to overstay this welcome.” 

The air froze, particles of dust and smoke slowed to a stop, creating an interstellar, ethereal effect. It suddenly got a lot...colder...what the… 

“Alex. there is something I must tell you. We do not have much time…”

“... i'm listening.” I grab the chair to my desk and sit down, wondering at what will the dragon say.

“Alex Ewyrm, You are a Hero who has not taken the Pledge. You will be entangled in the strings of Fate, You will be enwrapped in a story much, Much more grand than you could ever imagine. You will lose, You will gain, and your actions as a Hero shall decide the Destiny of the whole Universe. Alex Ewyrm, Son of Eris and Terrice Ewyrm, and grandchild to a knight of the 13th Order to Maxwell’s Commandment Squadron, Warus Garne Ewyrm, Known as the Hero who drew the cursed blade-

“Exodus. . .”Alex sat there in shock… So this dragon was legitimate. No other dragon could have found out either his parent’s name, or the commandment in which his grandfather served. There was also the fact that Sytar knew about his inheritance, what was passed down, generation to generation.

“Yes. Exodus… the cursed sword Exodus. You see now, that i am Sytar, Providence to all that is Time. I came here to warn you. I shall lead your way, be your guidance, and provided mentorship when you need it most. That is my Pledge I will take as Sytar, Providence to all that is Time!”

...wait. Wait wait wait hold the hot pipe up! Is he suggesting..?!

“..are you saying… you want to be my mentor..?”

“Yes! That is what I pledge and that is what I shall do with pride and dignity!”

I groan and put my weary head on my hands. Why...do i have to be with this pothead…

“H-hey, i'm a nice guy, there’s no need-”

“JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP WILL YA?”

...then there’s silence...the smoke has long left the room. The dust has settled… on the entrance, a small but audible knock can be heard. Then, a voice.

“uhh...Alex...Are you Ok?”

[angel-dust-addict]

Angel visibly flinched at Blitz's assertion that orgasms didn't equal consent. That neither did arousal. That he could be raped and still get off. He knew that, of course. It had happened plenty of times. Val liked to torment him about it. Tell him he must not really mean it when he told the moth no.

He shifted enough to pull his legs up in front of him and wrap his secondary and tertiary arms around them. Hunching in on himself a though he could hide behind his knees, he said softly, "I know. I... fuck, I know. Val, he..." He closed his eyes, pressing his forehead into his knees. "He likes ta tell me I obviously don't mean it when I tell 'im no, 'cause 'e can usually... can usually make me... Fuck," he snarled. He swore viciously under his breath. When English didn't seem to be enough, he slipped into a long string of Italian profanities without seeming to register the language change.

Taking a deep breath to settle himself some, he continued, "Val ain't tha only one. Some'a my johns've done it too, when they've pulled that shit. Told me I must want it 'cause they could get me ta make little noises or get me ta cum. It's eaia', wit' tha porn, ta just get high an' tell myself I don't care. That it feels good, so it's fine. Obviously I don't mind it. But it's a fuckin' lie. I fuckin'... I wouldn't be high all tha god damn time if it was fine. Wouldn't hafta be."

He squeezed tightly when Blitz took his hand and didn't let go, trembling slightly. It took a moment before he turned his head to the side enough to see Blitz with four of his eight eyes and said quietly, "Sorry ya had ta figure it out dat way. Fuckin' sucks." Glancing over at Stolas in the same manner, he added, "Fa' both'a ya. Makes ya feel..." He turned his head to hide his face once more. "Makes ya feel fuckin' filthy an' broken. Like there's somethin' wrong wit'cha."

He was still for a long while before pasting a weak smile back on and lifting his head, moving on to how great it was going to feel to let his violent streak run loose. That, he could handle. That was safe. He had always had a viciously bloodthirsty nature to him and he was safe talking about that and it helped settle him back down until he stopped shaking. It made him feel powerful, imagining what he was going to do to the people who had hurt him. Knowing that, without Val in the way, he could. Things got a little less bleak after that. There was a lightness that had definitely been absent from the convsersation.

He grinned when Stolas informed him that if he broke Blitz, he was stuck with him. Shrugging a little, he said, "Eh, he don't seem so bad ta be stuck with. Feel worse fa' 'im, if he gets himself stuck wit' me."

Angel hummed softly at Stolas's assertion that he need not be remorseful to be redeemed. "Yeah, well, grew up listenin' ta all that shit about fagiveness an' redemption an' penitence an' shit that said ya do. Don't necessarily mean it's true, but it makes it harda' ta believe it's not. I know ya say Catholicism ain't got it all right. An' I buy that, ya know? 'Cause I can't imagine a lovin' God bein' so fuckin' hateful ta all'a us queers if He made us in His image or whateva'. But I still grew up hearin' it all tha time. Goin' ta confessional every Sunday an' doin' rosaries an' shit like I ain't killed three people that week alone. Kinda ironic, really.

"But maybe I ain't gotta be remorseful. Maybe I just gotta be betta'. Still don't mean I'd do well in Heaven. Found just as much welcome here in Hell as I eva' did on Earth. An' it ain't like tha people who get it'll be in Heaven, aside from Molly. So maybe... maybe it's okay if I don't eva' get redeemed."

The look he leveled at Stolas at the owl's comments about is ex-wife was far more knowing than Stolas would probably like. The way Blitz had gone pale, it didn't take a genius to realize Stolas wasn't joking.

They both seemed to light up at Angel's inquiry about staying with them after the shoot, though. He hadn't expected quite that level of enthusiasm. With a little smile of his own, he replied. "Fantastic. That's settled, then." Grinning more broadly, he added, "An' Nuggs'll love havin' new people ta win ova'."

That was about the time he seemed to realize how late it was getting. Groaning, he let his head fall back and said with a note of stress, "Fuuuck, I gotta go ta work soon. Gonna hafta deal wit' all tha horny fuckin' bastards comin' in. An' fuckin' Val. Swear ta god if 'e tries ta pull shit tanight, I'm gonna fuckin' stab 'im. Christ, I dunno if tha usual shit's gonna get me through tanight. E ain't strong enough fa' this emotional shit. Fuck, feels like I'm gonna need fuckin' heroin or some shit ta get my head where it needs ta be afta' everythin'. I'd get fuckin' drunk if I weren't dancin'." He sighed resignedly, physically shaking himself out of it. "It'll be fine. Just gotta get my head tagetha'." Looking at his two hosts and realizing how distressing what he was saying may sound, he added, "I ain't takin' anythin' that'll make me drowsy before a show, don't worry. I know betta' den ta get on stage like that. I'm fine. Ain't exactly new territory fa' me. 'Least all I'm supposed ta be doin' tanight's dancin'. Anythin' else happens, I'll go stay wit' Cherri. Promise. I'm fine. I don't want'cha ta worry."

Just hearing that- that Angel was high everytime he did a shoot, that he hadn't been sober once during sex in decades.... it made Blitz feel sick, it choked the life out of him, every nerve in his body seemed to ring and stand on end as he just... stared listlessly down at his hands, unsure of what to say or do....

How did someone respond to that? Maybe even more importantly, how did someone like Blitz respond to that? Blitz, who valued consent so fucking much....

And Stolas knew that, he knew the internal conversation Blitz must be having with himself at the moment and that there was really nothing he could say to help, nothing he could do to make things any better, Blitz would just.... have to figure this sort of thing out for himself....

Finally, after a few beats of silence, Blitz spoke again

"....I.... am going to kill every. fucking. bastard. who EVER made you feel that way... I don't care who they are.... I don't care what their status is like or.... or what kinda weapon they fucking hide whee, I just-....."

Taking in a shaking breath, Blitz tried to compose himself, trying to ignore how badly he just wanted to burst into tears on Angel's behalf

But that wouldn't lead to anything constructive, he knew

"...Ok... ok listen, listen to me Angel.... I know that right now I can't.... do much to help.... I can't... force change as long as Valenfuckhoe is in charge but.... but I can tell you this much, and I want you to really listen to me ok?"

Chancing a glance up, he curled around himself a little tighter, trying to maintain his composure

"Orgasms do not equal consent, alright? You can experience physical pleasure but still not enjoy something, you can be raped and still have an orgasm, you can go through a kink you hate and still have an orgasm, and I keep saying 'orgasm' because it's one of those words that gets what I mean across easily but it isn't limited to that either- you can feel arousal, you can feel good, but still hate what's happening to you, or not CONSENT to what's happening to you,"

"He had to have this conversation with me too," Stolas said softly

"I.... still don't really know if I'd classify my sexual relationship with Stella as... assault.... but... I did experience just enough physical pleasure to-.... reproduce.... but I really.... hated.... every moment of the experience regardless of what my body was or wasn't-...."

He paused, sighing and shifting uncomfortably, he wanted to help, but it was still hard for him to talk about that, especially with anyone other than Blitz, even Angel

"I get it too," Blitz confirmed after a beat

"I mean hey, you don't think I just popped out of a box knowing all this shit do ya'? I was a horny teenager for most of my life and I did shit with my first boyfreind that i-... i'm not sure I'd say I regret it, but... I wouldn't do it again, knowing some of the stuff I know now, like uh...."

Realizing it was probably best to actually give an example instead of being vague, Blitz's tail flicked, curling tightly around his legs as if to give himself a sense of comfort

It wasn't really working though

"I'm sure you can gather that I'm a very fucking verbal person, and I like to get as good as I give, I am ALL about that fucking dirty talk, giving and taking, but.... I'm really not someone who likes humiliation, not because I can't get turned on by it- I actually can- but because it makes me feel bad, I'm not... someone who can detach from shit that goes down during sex, no matter how much aftercare I get, I don't associate physical pain with negativity but emotional pain? I.. can't let that shit go... so uh... ya' know... if you call me a stupid slut wile you're fucking me and say that you're just gonna use me until I'm a ragdoll, that is a fucking turn on, I'm not gonna lie, I will DEFINITELY be fucking hard, but.... but I won't fucking LIKE IT, I won't consent to that because when it's over, when the high is gone, I'm gonna remember that, and I'll internalize it, and I'll hold onto that shit for years, and fear is another one, I can totally get off on fear, absolutely, Stolas can 100% confirm that I have a big raging fear kink, but you have got to be.... fucking surgical with that shit because it does NOT take much to go from 'oh this is a safe kind of fear that I can enjoy and get off on' to 'I'm enjoying this in the moment and getting off on it but I'm gonna be scarred for life when this is over', ya' know? ...Do you get what I'm saying at all? Something can be arousing and even feel good in the moment but... it doesn't mean that you like it,"

With the care and gentleness that most people thought Blitz was incapable of, he reached out and placed a hand on Angel's, giving it a light and reassuring squeeze

"I'm here for you- for whatever you need, whenever you need it, both of us are,"

Stolas nodded quickly in agreement, letting his thumb drag sweetly over Angel's hand

"Whatever you need, whenever you need it," he promised in agreement

Angel's assertion that he might actually break Blitz in the future made Stolas chuckle, a bit of lightness coming back to the mood

"I'm quite sure you do, and all I have to say to that is that if you break it, you buy it, I have it on equally good authority that if someone breaks my Blitzy's mind, they end up 'stuck' with him, or so he's told me,"

Stolas had done that once or twice, maybe that was the easy explanation for why Blitz had decided to stick around

"Sounds just like Barbs and I," Blitz smiled nostalgically

"She was always the golden child and I was the fucked up mess she had to bail out of everything...."

What, did that happen to run in twin relationships or something?

Listening to Angel's story was..... an interesting experience

It was pretty clear that the spider was searching for an agreement that he should have felt remorse, that he wanted confirmation for being a bad person, but he certainly wasn't going to find it with the two of them

"I don't really think you need remorse to be redeemed," Stolas noted, taking Blitz by surprise

"I mean, I'm certainly no expert on the matter, but... I think there's a difference between redemption and forgiveness- your time for forgiveness has passed, you cannot be forgiven for your past transgressions in life, you could only have asked for that before you died and from what I understand of things, you did not, that would have been the time for remorse, but redemption isn't about forgiveness, or anything to do with the past, it's about starting anew, better than you were before, and I think you are very capable of that, you already are showing alot of promise that indicates such a thing, so it would hardly be a surprise if you acheived the redemption that the princess is offering,"

"Also, so what if ya' don't feel something when ya' kill people? That doesn't mean you're like.... heartless or anything, or even necessarily a bad person, we all have to do what we have to do to survive and any 'god' who doesn't see that can just suck my fucking dick,"

"A sentiment I'm sure any god would appreciate," Stolas teased, earning a serious nod from Blitz

"Right?"

With the suggestion of blowing up Stella's things.... Stolas couldn't help but kind of... smile.... at that....

"That actually sounds a bit entertaining, she has this.... hideous statue I've always hated... I'd love to watch that thing get blown to smitherines........ ah, but, no, she would definitely kill me, she would have me murdered for sure," he chuckled, not noticing the way Blitz went pale, or how terribly anxious he looked...

But Blitz was quick to light up at Angel's proposal- a look that Stolas absolutely shared

"Yes, I would love that! And ofcourse your sweet little piggy is welcome," he promised enthusiastically, Blitz nodding along in agreement

"Yeah, you're both welcome here any time, and we.... well, I'm glad that you'll be here... after.... so we can help you recover,"

He'd be lying if he said that he didn't want Angel to just stay there and avoid Valentino all together, not go back to begin with, but.....

He understood that he couldn't try to argue that point again

[crunkumbee]

American History In a Nutshell (American Revolution-2nd Industrial Revolution)

ok so these dudes were like "yo there is this land that looks cool so we should go there and snatch it" and so they go there and they start livin there and they all dumb as fuck so they almost die and then the native americans are like "we got you fam" and they helped them live and taught them how to hunt and shit but then king george is like "tax all the shit i dont care what they think just tax it all" and the people were like "oh hell na" and there was this strike like thing so they wouldnt drink tea and they threw it into the ocean ya know the boston tea party and then george washington, thomas jefferson, ben franklin, john adams and some other dudes nobody cares about signed the declaration of independence saying " yo FUCK YOU DUDES WE GONNA MAKE OUR OWN DAMNED COUNTRY WHILE YOU PLAY WITH YOUR WOODEN DILDO" so they sent that to the king and he was like " WAR WAR WAR my dildo is very nice how dare WAR WAR WAR" and so they went to war  and then there was the whole thing with paul revere and then the shot heard around the world and we were gettin dead and then there was this one battle where France Spain and i think Germany were all like " hey these dudes need this and i kinda want them to win bc KING GEORGES DILDO IS PINK AND HE IS A PIECE OF SHIT" and then so they help and then the things were signed on July 3-4 of 1776 and bam we were a country and we were all like " 'merica" and things were good and then there were native americans who were like " yo this is our land bitches we taught you how to make them dildos" and er got all mad bc 'merica then by the time Jefferson got to be our president louisiana was like " ya want some of this land,,,its a good price mr president" and jefferson was " HECK YEAH I WANT THAT LAND WITH THE GOOD SHIT" and that was the louisiana purchase that made the US twice its size and then there was somethin that went down with with florida but i dont remember what happened there and then there was the spanish american war that was when the spanish in texas were like " yo wanna live here??" and the americans were like " HELLSTOTHEMOTHERFUCKINYEAHWEDO’MERICA" and so they moved there and then there was too many of them there and mexico or spain or whoever they were at the time were like "m'dudes,, get the fuck out this is ours" and of course bc we are americans we were like "FUCK YOU 'MERICA 'MERICA GO FUCK YOURSELF THIS IS OURS NOW BITCHES" and so they went to war or somethin like that and somehow texas became its own thing and they were like " yo i wanna be with you,,, we are one and together we can do great things,,,, i love you biiiiiiiiitch,, i aint ever gonna stop lovin you,, biiitch" and America was like " i love you to,,, but our love,,,it has to wait,,,there are too many things going on,,, maybe one day we can be together" and so the application to be part of the US was declined but meanwhile there is a throwdown goin on between the north and south. the south was like "SLAVES AND LABOR AND SLAVES AND STUFF" and the north was like " NONONONONONO ITS TIME TO STOP NOW" and then there was the civil war they was goin to war and things were lookin good until there was like these 3 battles that made the south go like " oh SHIT DUDES we gonna die,, just hide over there and we gonna go BOO when they come around the corner" and that didnt happen so then general Lee was like " we gonna die i better surrender to general Grant and maybe he will make us a good deal if i suck his dick" and Grant gave them a very good deal so then the reconstruction started and Abe Lincoln was like " FOOLS haha the Union won the war and now they bow down before ME" but then John Wilkes Booth was like " oh HELL NA" and he ba-banged lincoln in the back of his head and the entire United States was a very sad and depressed but still 'merica and so then there was this one dude that came into office that nobody really liked and his name was Andrew Johnson and he was kinda a douche but whatever but then there were these other dudes that were changing some shit up

hey so i know some things are wrong and there is some serious time gaps but here ya go and i also know some things are spelled wrong and some other things but im aware of most of it :)

[captainfantasticspastic]

“So the doc said I have ____ Seizures. What does that actually mean?” An Updated Cheat Sheet

So you’ve been diagnosed with epilepsy. Great… what does that even mean?

“Epilepsy is a seizure disorder,” meaning you’re brain is more likely to send off mixed signals, than the next guy. But that’s alright, ‘cause I’m going to lay down the basics of what you need to know. Lol.

First, let’s get this straight: everyone is capable of having a seizure. You stick lil’ Timmy infront of a high speed strobe for long enough, sooner or later his brain will say “What the hell am I looking at? I can’t keep up!” And he’ll wind up on the floor.

Folks who have Epilepsy, like you and I, are no different. We see things, hear things, feel, and taste, just like any other human being. Okay? What I’m trying to get at here is you are not a freak of nature. You are not a mutant. Sadly, no, you do not have special powers to set objects aflame. (I know. That bummed me out too.) No! Instead, you’re just a normal dudelet - just chillin with the rest of the human race.

But what does makes us different, is that we have a lower seizure tolerance than most. That’s it. I know right? When you say it like that, it doesn’t sound like a big deal. That’s cause it isn’t. What is a big deal, are the seizures themselves, which I’ll get to in a hot minute.

So what IS a seizure? Great question. “… a sudden surge of electrical activity in the brain,” says The Epilepsy Foundation (epilepsy.com). Another, but equally scientific, definition describes it as, “the workers in your brain going, ‘What the actual fuck are we dealing with here?’ And proceeding to lose their shit,”

Pretty much, something - be it lights, lack of sleep, stress, booze, high pitched beeping, the sight of toast, whatever - will set off this seizure. This is called a Trigger. Triggers are things that our brains don’t generally enjoy. They tend to me things that could give a person headaches, or migraines; or make you feel out of sorts if you have to deal with them for too long. It is possible for some to “delay” a seizure, or even stave it off completely. Not everyone can do this though. I know someone who’s been able to prevent her seizures by sleeping with a foot on the floor. I (sometimes) can push one off if I feel one coming on, by either her being physically active or focusing on something solid, to remind myself im not floating away. But as I said, not everyone can do it. It depends on what type of seizures you have, and how in tune you are with your body. I only figured out my method after years of experimenting.

Anyway, so we got the basics. Back to….

Seizures! There are two major categories from which we have a variety of flavors.

There’s Focal and Generalized. The main difference between the two is how they start. Easy enough, right? (I’ve heard tell of a third classification “Unknown Onset”, but we’ll get into that later)

First we have Focal Onset: Focal seizures happen in specific parts of the brain - Sort of like a controlled mob.

Focal Onset Aware (aka Simple Partial): Im gonna be frank with you here. There are like a million types of Simple Partial Seizures. I probably won’t hit every kind, and I apologize if I’ve skipped someone out there. Ya know. My bad. Nonetheless I’ll do my best.

Simple Partials are pretty cool is that you are awake for them. Oh yeah. That’s right. You can have a seizure and be totally cognizant. These are the ones many refer to as “Auras”. Yeah, you know that “warning” you get before blacking out? That my friend is most likely a simple partial seizure. They’re like little seizures. Aw cute, right. No! They’re a pain in the ass! (Ehem. Apologies) anyway, as I said before, they can come in a whole bunch of types. To save time, I’m just going to give you a list of the effects:

Some people experience Deja Vu, out of body experiences, weird tastes in your mouth, (there’s emotional/psychological kinds) that’s make you have intense sorrow, or a sense of impending doom, others make you randomly filled with a god-like rage.

Others make your hands, fingers, toes, legs, etc twitch.

Some make it IMPOSSIBLE to find the right words/understand words/even read, and you suddenly feel illiterate and as if English is your second language despite being brought up in the US. (I’m not emotionally invested or anything).

Honestly, for these, you really should look it up yourself. I’ll be doing a separate post just for them, but nonetheless. It’s too important, and it’s one that truly is unique to the person.

Focal Onset Unaware (aka Complex Partial):

These are like simple partial seizures, but you’re NOT awake. Apparently many experience lip smacking during it. I wouldn’t know, because I’m out for the count. The one thing I do know is they can go into Generalized Seizures. This is not common however, that’s just the case for me.

MOVING RIGHT ALONG

Next we have Generalized: “Generalized” Seizure are seizures that effect both sides of your brain. *Imagine a stray cluster of teenage neurons are having a house party, and EVERYONE shows up.*. [Neurons are the little electric dudes that’s race around your head and make everything work/tell different parts of your brain what’s going on]

Tonic-Clonic (Motor): This is the big nasty one that people believe all seizures look like. The person loses consciousness, and convulses (shakes).

What It’s Like: They don’t hurt while it happens; but I’ll be honest with you, it can feel like you’ve been hit by a bus coming out of it. Basically, you’ve been clenching up and releasing muscles you didn’t even know you had over and over really really quickly. It’s like being super out of shape, and then made to do a triathlon athlete’s complete workout circuit in 2-5 minutes. At a weird angle, so you probably get dinged up along the way. So yeah. I’d describe it as waking up to limp noodles for tendons and joints, and fiery rocks for muscles. It’s sorta like how you’d imagine the hero of an action film would ACTUALLY feel like if the scenario were real.

Absence: these are super quick, but can happen MANY many times a day. They’re so quick that they’re almost impossible to notice. You stare for a few seconds, and snap out of it. I know, not very scary. What sucks is that you can lose time with them. So one second you’ll be lovin life, and suddenly, black, you forgot what you were saying, and a whole bunch of things that happened recently. This all comes back though, eventually.

Clonic Seizures: Unlike Tonic Clonic, these big and nasties happen while you’re awake. (Fun fact: Tonic is the part of the seizure where you stiffen and fall unconscious. Clonic is where you convulse). So needless to say, these can hurt. Actually, they do hurt. A lot. I’ve only had a couple in my time, thankfully, but it feels like everything’s described earlier for Tonic-Clonics, except you are wide awake the entire time to enjoy every bump, scratch, and uncontrolled spasm. Oh, and it feels like there are electric shocks going through you. At least it did for me. These tend to last a few minutes.

Tonic Seizures: these tend to happen in your sleep, but they don’t have to necessarily. The muscles in your legs, arms, or abdomen tense up for about 20 seconds. It’s relatively harmless, but can mean for some serious loss of balance if it happens while standing up. (Also they’re just a pain, and can wear you out, honestly)

Atonic: These I’ll admit, can be spooky. Basically your muscles go limp for about 15 seconds at a time. So you might now be able to hold your head up; or suddenly you drop everything cause your arms go out. It’s not fun. It’s actually less than 15 seconds, but some people can have a bunch of these in a row. If its bad enough, some may consider wearing a helmet, if a fall hazard arises.

Myoclonic: Muscles will jerk as it electricuted. Apparently these seizures can start in the same part of the brain as Atonic, and many who have one have been known to experience the other.

So that’s what you missed on Glee! Any questions, comments, moans or groans, shoot em up my way! If anyone has any knowledge of Tonic Clonic Seizures, id love to hear it! And if I missed anything, please let me know!!

Hope this can be of some help for you newbies out there, (or for you other folks like I who never got the full story on their diagnoses til much later lol)

And don’t worry friend. I know Epilepsy is rough. I know it sounds scary, but you’re going to be fine. You’ve got an entire community who has your back :) So hang in there Kiddo!

Sincerely,

Captain Fantastic Spastic

[unproduciblesmackdown]

just some more random assorted thoughts on love, simon: take 2 (thats me watching it a second time)

i have so little & god help me if i dont deserve to make however many texts posts abt this film b/c of it being something i enjoy

v fun to watch it again, everything was extra delightful

you know what delighted me the first time and this second time also was when simon gets out of calc and starts running down the hall to the bathroom and you get the whole multiscene sequence of him and blue sending a bunch of emails. the musical cues...are too good....augh

i was finally paying attention and the tall dude with glasses being called suraj, they only say it like half a dozen times but i’m bad at these things. he doesn’t actually have any dialogue does he, its too good

speaking of dialogue the girl who plays abby is cute and a lot of fun and her delivery is especially amazing in the scene when simon tells her he’s gay. like she tells all her thoughts in her face and just shows the character really well and the way she says “(m)yeah?” before he tells her lmao...and lighting up when she realizes he’s not going to tell her he likes her and is also coming out to her.......its really good that scene is lovely

i love the cut in the rehearsal where the person comes in early and the drama teacher just goes I Will Kill You.

okay finally paid enough attention to catch bram’s name dropped only abt two dozen times, phew. it killed me the first time around and this time too the way he does the goofy smile after asking simon for some fries. nice Retrospectively Revealing editing too to cut to him right after a scene of simon emailing blue. the actor is adorbs also and i was paying more attention to his and simon’s interactions obviously and going Augh and i like how it sort of is clearer how he was probably having an especial gay crisis the night of the party b/c of enjoying hanging out with simon so much lol...How Sweet. lovin it

also this is just an aside but was simons mom the same actress who was the mom in tfios? i dont remember but that was my first question but now im questioning it. there’s only one mom in YA movies. also all the white brunette movie guys from Anything blur together but im like i feel like i’ve never seen nick robinson in anything else, which is likely b/c i never see shit. i like his face a bunch though. like, hey, are you not straight irl either

i also really enjoy the bit w the vice principle like, trying to give simon that Unplug lecture lol....and simon’s just like, yeah, word, totally....and that bit where he just sort of goes off on this one sided conversation to tell simon he’s people too. its good

i like all the detail of just the lil ways ppl hang out and mess around and pull lil goofs. feels real. like, ppl were too okay with being awake in the morning, and a little too engaged w life in general for it to seem THAT realistique, but all the way people smiled at each other didnt feel like it was like...now is when they should smile to show they’re friends, or anything. it just looked like friends smiling at friends, and the faces ppl pull when they’re messing around. idk it was good what am i talking abt who knows

like just being able to take in the smaller parts while already knowing the plot and everything was good. i really enjoy when a little bit of extra time was spent on interactions that werent the most important bit of the scene / didnt advance the plot directly

forget all this analysis the ending was as sweet as ever. charm my socks off again. it was a delight all over. like, god. i love gay and cute and just really nice. like bram is great lmao i wasn’t disappointed it was him either. my gosh. well. anyways what can i say! i feel like i was absorbing everything more; i have to try so hard to focus the first time i see something b/c my head always goes off on tangents but i didnt wanna miss the plot, right? or any part of it. and this time i didnt have to worry about that. like i was still focusing but it was easier to like, be chill abt it lol

martin is bold af honestly like dude. cannae believe you have the nerve to ONLY put simon up for one more go around. like, i get that thats the most dramatic number, but come on. the only reason nobody killed you was coz he’s a bit too much of a nerd. like, simon is the cool jock next to that guy. i can’t believe it. i was saying i expected simon to get to like punch him in the throat but he did get to say the film’s one Fuck at him. i forget how many fucks each rating gets, or what this one was rated. fuck off dude......

what am i talking about anymore. i like that they did the little Welcome To High School montage that every movie about a highschooler has to have lmao......honestly every actor in this was a delight. jeez. the whole thing has me just like. all the little details. i love it. im still thinking abt how good it is having simon grab at his phone lighting up while the music thats been backing the whole montage swells back up

what can i say. gay im gay....what a god damn delight im glad ive managed to see this film finally aughh

[a-panda-reads-act-omega]

ACT OMEGA PART 8

THE 24/10/16 UPDATE

Woow, another liveblog from your favorite act omega liveblogger. Are there any other livebloggers out there i need to know.  So yeah, here we are with part 8! Big Vriska number for the win. Also only two updates away from double digits! Yeah, I’m not sure I thought this through with the whole update-update format, this might take a L OT of posts to get caught up. Luckily, I have no problem with making a fuckton of posts. Anyways, I think we left off with the kids, so lets hurry up and get back to them!

(Cant post the image. Here’s the link. http://mspfanventures.com/?s=16414&p=47)

GASP, IS thIS SOME MULTIPLE CHOICE SHIT? Well considering I’m forever going to be staying chronological, I suppose I should start with the one on the next page! 

A CHARACTER SELECTION MENU appears through the power of NON-LINEAR STORYTELLING. You know the drill by now, have some free will! Or just go in this order, if you think agency is overrated

ONE | TWO | THREE | FOUR | FIVE

Oh, that’s helpful. Great, I’ll start with ONE then.

The fact that you are a dedicated and loyal reader is obvious and indisputable, so of course you won’t be moving on ahead without having taken a gander at all of the options presented to you.

Obviously! what kinda brainless CHUMP would move on without you explicitly stating to? NOT ME.

Anyways, starting with ONE.

PFt, woah their eyes. 

KANAYA: (Hey) ROXY: oh heeeeey! KANAYA: (Hey To You Again Except Slightly More Quietly) ROXY: (oh sorry)

It seems they gotta be quiet for reasons. H  m m M..

ROXY: (why r we whispering) KANAYA: (I Am Not Entirely Sure)

So they just need to be miss zuipPer lips for no reason then?

KANAYA: (That Just Seems To Be What Everyone Has Lapsed Into Doing) KANAYA: (And Now Speaking In A Normal Volume Will Draw More Attention Than Desired Especially When Attempting To Have A Private Conversation) ROXY: (im lovin this private convo already but you might need to make it snappy)

so everybodys just whispering? do they all got SECRETS? Also, what’s the hurry Roxy?

ROXY: (john looks about ready to get down n dirty with some srs leadership biz)

Oh yeah.

KANAYA: (Alright Then I Will Attempt To Be Brief) KANAYA: (I Wanted To Thank You Again) KANAYA: (For The Matriorb Certainly)

Alright cool! It seems that this Kanaya does remember Roxy giving her the good ol’ matriorb. 

KANAYA: (But Additionally For Everything Else You Have Accomplished Today) KANAYA: (I Know Being The One To Strike The Final Blow Against Our Shared Enemy In The Midst Of Battle Does Not Necessarily Warrant Gratitude But I Thought It Might Be Nice For You To Hear That What You Did Was Appreciated)

What she DID, was prove herself to be a goddamn BADASS. But honestly everybody here’s a badass one way or another. 

KANAYA: (At Least By Me) KANAYA: (On Behalf Of My Species As Well As All Those Who Suffered At The Behest Of The Condesce) KANAYA: (And All Those That May Now Be Born And Live Free Of Tyranny) KANAYA: (You Did Good)

Pft, nice. “Ya did good, kid.” 

ROXY: (omg i am cri)

goddammit these lines always manage to be fucking perfect.

ROXY: (that wasnt brief @ all but twas so so bootiful) ROXY: (gdi cmere moms big loveable space gf)

OK this doesn’t need to be stated, but I fucking love roxy.

KANAYA: (Um I Would Prefer It If We Saved The Hug For Later Maybe) ROXY: (aww ok thats cool)

nO FUCKING HUG NOW

KANAYA: (Anyway I Have Only Just Met You But You Have Already Proven Yourself To Be Just As Extraordinary An Individual As Your...) KANAYA: (Uh) KANAYA: (Rose)

Nice Kanaya.

ROXY: (as my rose?) KANAYA: (Yes Your Rose) ROXY: (;D)

ITS CONFIRMED, Rose is Roxy’s Rose. this conversation is so cute.

See you’re still over there TZ. Whatcha lookin at? The uh... oh youre blind. what are you doing terezi?? come on girl, celebrate!

ROXY: (okay looks like john got distracted by somethin) ROXY: (so since we got a little more time to chat it up) ROXY: (and so long as were exchangin bomb as FUCK felicitations) ROXY: (youre not so shabby yourself yknow) ROXY: (like damn i was absolutely right youre one deadly customer)

Yeah no fuckin kidding, this girl knows how to kick ass.

ROXY: (seeing u whip out that BEASTLY CHAINSAW) ROXY: (was a sight to behold)

PFt, that was nothing. You should have seen when she single handedly put three of the most dangerous characters on the meteor out of commision. 

KANAYA: (I Really Did Not Do All That Much Surprisingly) KANAYA: (Or Perhaps Unsurprisingly) KANAYA: (I Am Not Sure If I Was Erring On The Side Of Caution After All) KANAYA: (Out Of Consideration For The Gift You Gave Me) KANAYA: (Or If Perhaps I Was Simply Unpracticed)

Well yeah, she didnt do as much in this battle as the others.  But like she said, she had the matriorb to keep safe. PLUS, she wasnt godtier. So yeah Kanaya, you’re excused from doing your makeup during the final epic battle.

ROXY: (who cares??) ROXY: (we WON) ROXY: (gave that witch what was COMING TO HER) ROXY: (and thats the end of that no point gettin our knickers all in a twist over it no more)

Roxy’s got the right idea. There doesn’t gotta be any more “proving yourself.” You did the battle, and you came out on top!  JUst be done with it.

KANAYA: (Yes I Suppose Youre Right) KANAYA: (Though I Do Wonder How Things Might Have Gone If I Had Attempted To Dust Off One Of The Old Fraymotifs)

Oh shit, Kanaya’s got fraymotifs? And also, you can use fraymotifs without being godtier?

oh. wait. terezi isnt godtier is she? Yeah, you totally can use fraymotifs without godtier.

ROXY: (no kidding!) ROXY: (yeah that woulda been pretty badass) ROXY: (we could have had a sick combo) ROXY: (void and...) ROXY: (uh) KANAYA: (Space) ROXY: (right yeah space)

Well too bad you’ll never have the opportunity to USE that sick deadly combo!

I am ONE HUNDRED percent sure that will be the case

i am SO SURE

nobody has to die anymore

so

completely sure.

KANAYA: (It May Have Indeed Been Sick But Upon Further Reflection Perhaps Not)

No kanaya, it would be SUPER fuckin badass dont even give me that shit.

ROXY: (wait rly) ROXY: (how come?) KANAYA: (I Dont Feel Like I Ever Got The Opportunity To Truly Get In Touch With My Aspect Like You) KANAYA: (It Has Never Seemed Pertinent That I Be Able To Cast Some Sort Of Spacey Enchantment) KANAYA: (In Fact I Have Yet To Stumble Across A Scenario I Could Not Handle Through More Traditional Methods) ROXY: (u mean a deadly body slam full a sharp metal teeth twice the length of your head) KANAYA: (Yes Precisely) KANAYA: (That Tends To Cover The Bases Pretty Well)

WELL, Chainsaws do seem to cover many different issues. Mainly the ones which involve somebody needing to be cut the fuck in half. But I dont know if being “In touch” with your aspect was ever really a thing. I mean, when did John become “in touch” with his aspect? He just sorta got the powers and did shit with them. i dont really know what that has to do with it- wait a goddamn second. People always associate the wind aspect with like independence and shit, right? And.. the last thing that happened before John went godtier, was a choice. Given to him by Vriska, who for the first time decided to step back and let him decide what to do on his own. Whether or not she would have owned up to what she said about letting him decide how to fall asleep, he still made the choice and went with it on is own. So maybe that’s got something to do with it.

Or maybe I’m just an idiot.

ROXY: (well you know what thats cool) ROXY: (u do u) ROXY: (besides) ROXY: (hopefully there wont be any more reason for you to wreck shit)

GOddammit stop saying shit like that

KANAYA: (That Would Be Ideal I Suppose) KANAYA: (However It Is Always Wise To Be Prepared) KANAYA: (Just In Case) ROXY: (ofc!) ROXY: (and hey) ROXY: (just cuz we won the game doesnt mean there wont be any more opportunities to like) ROXY: (explore yourself and your aspect) ROXY: (our cool powers are too friggin handy for them to just stop bein relevant once we walk thru a magic door)

SPeaking of which, can THEY HURRY UP AND WALK THROUGH THE MAGIC FUCKING DOOR YET IM GETTING ANXIOUS.

ROXY: (maybe someday youll get the chance to blitz ur chakras and get spacey w it) ROXY: (and itll be at your own pace instead of having to rush it for the sake of fixing some giant spacetastrophe) KANAYA: (That Does Sound Nice)

YES IT DOES NOW HURRY UP THROUGH THE DOOR SO THAT BECOMES A REALITY COME THE FUCK ON JOHN

KANAYA: (Considering Right Now I Am Very Unsure Of How To Even Begin Blitzing Those Particular Chakras) ROXY: (i bet u can ask john) ROXY: (hes rly good at givin advice for stuff like that)

YES HE IS BUT HE ISNT GOOD AT OPENING DOORS AAAAA

ROXY: (tho he probably doesnt even know it pffff) KANAYA: (You Are Also Very Good At Giving Advice) KANAYA: (That Was Not Necessarily A Request I Simply Thought I Should Point That Out) ROXY: (TOO BAD youre gettin some anyway ;P) ROXY: (rly tho ive hardly even begun to wrestle my voidy powers into submission) ROXY: (still got a loooooong way to go on that front) ROXY: (but thus far most of my blitzing has just been like) ROXY: (being around the thing) ROXY: (and letting myself embrace this like) ROXY: (natural synergy i got going w it) KANAYA: (When You Say) KANAYA: (The Thing) KANAYA: (Do You Mean Nothing) KANAYA: (Considering Your Aspect Presides Over Literal Nothingness)

Yes Kanaya, this is exactly what she means.

ROXY: (pffft) ROXY: (yes thats what i mean :p) KANAYA: (Okay I Was Just Attempting To Clarify) KANAYA: (How Does One Surround Themselves With The Concept Of Nonexistence) ROXY: (i dunno!) ROXY: (when u put it that way it does sound pretty mind bending) ROXY: (i guess ive just been lucky?) ROXY: (or maybe the nothing is naturally attracted to me and lucks got nothin to do w it)

WELL YEAh, what isnt naturally attracted to you? Guys i just really love roxy help

ROXY: (but yeah i got that voidy ring @ one point) ROXY: (and when john started getting to fixing the timeline he took me to a place that felt like) ROXY: (the nothingest nothing to ever unexist) KANAYA: (That Sounds Interesting) KANAYA: (What Was It Like)

Probably nothing.

THATS a cool panel right there.

ROXY: (well it was) ROXY: (white) ROXY: (but not pure white) ROXY: (just slightly off) ROXY: (and) ROXY: (it was super vast) ROXY: (but not like regular outer space where you can actually see stuff like stars stretch on and on til you cant see it anymore) ROXY: (which at least gives u a sense of distance) ROXY: (but instead it was almost claustrophobic) ROXY: (cuz there was nothing there) ROXY: (you and all the other somethings just completely enveloped by a shrink wrap o absence)

HUmm.. thats pretty interesting to say the least. Not really sure what to think of it though! Just pretty nifty.

KANAYA: (Hmmmm) ROXY: (never really tried putting this into words) ROXY: (i think the thing about it was that the void sort of) ROXY: (changed) ROXY: (depending on how i chose to perceive it) ROXY: (cause the whole point is that its kinda like) ROXY: (idk) ROXY: (maybe a little like binary) KANAYA: (Binary?)

too bad sollux is dead he’d get a kick outta this.

did anybody make this connection. computer hacker guy who likes two’s. Binary. man. i feel like everybody did.

ROXY: (yknow binary) ROXY: (computer language) ROXY: (0011101100101001)

TRANSLATOr HELP

“;)“

omfg she just winked in binary.

KANAYA: (Oh That) ROXY: (the way that works is basically) ROXY: (you have a bit) ROXY: (like a computery bit) ROXY: (and it can say either 0 or 1) ROXY: (and dependin on which it is the computer displays the info differently) ROXY: (but the void is like a completely blank bit) ROXY: (there isnt a 0 or a 1 written on the bit yet but thats all were programmed to understand yknow) ROXY: (like 0 is technically nothing but whats important is that theres something there for you to see) ROXY: (but what im gettin at is that really void is just blank space waiting to be written on) ROXY: (by somebody like yours truly) ROXY: (im the computer and youre the person reading the display)

Oh. That’s pretty cool and shit. 

OH shes gettin all magicky here

ROXY: (and my whole voidy thing) ROXY: (is that i gotta figure out the code for whatever i wanna make exist) ROXY: (and write it on the blank bits) ROXY: (then) ROXY: (i snatch em outta the void!)

Oh AGAIN. YEAh, roxys power seems a lot cooler now.

ROXY: (yoink!!!)

*gasp*

nice lipstick yo

Kanaya is so fucking cute oml. She looks kinda dumbfounded by this lipstick.

KANAYA: (Wow) KANAYA: (That Was Really Quite Insightful Roxy) KANAYA: (I Think I Am Already Beginning To Understand Things Better) KANAYA: (But What Is This) ROXY: (p sure its lipstick!) ROXY: (and its 4 u) ROXY: (i dont rly know if pinks ur color but) ROXY: (here it is anyway!)

Oh god help me im already starting to ship it.

KANAYA: (Another Gift) KANAYA: (Why) ROXY: (daaaaw i dunno) ROXY: (i mean its actually kinda cool i was able to make this at all) ROXY: (i bet it must be bc of you somehow) ROXY: (you like lipstick right?) KANAYA: (Yes) ROXY: (i dont know if this is just me but i bet this is totes a thing w space players) ROXY: (like i get the vibe that u guys r more in touch with the objects around you) ROXY: (specially the ones thatre important to you) KANAYA: (I Suppose...)

HMm.. Interesting bit of aspect analysis. That could possibly be a thing.

ROXY: (well?) ROXY: (ru gonna take it or what) KANAYA: (I Really Cant Accept This) KANAYA: (I Was Attempting To Alleviate The Debt Of Gratitude I Have Already Been Accumulating Towards You) KANAYA: (A Measly Thank You Is Hardly Enough) KANAYA: (And Yet You Present Me With Even More To Be Thankful For)

COme on Kanaya dont be like that. Just take the thing and be hAPPY! you dont gotta prove yourself for a gift.

ROXY: (man thats not how this works) ROXY: (you dont owe me nothin) ROXY: (but heck if it makes u feel better) ROXY: (the space egg wasnt rly 4 u it was 4 all the little trollings that need to be born) ROXY: (skewering the batterwitch was definitely 4 me and earth and stuff) ROXY: (and the lipstick is to thank u for takin such good care of my mom :D)

Dont you mean your Rose?

KANAYA: (... That Does Make Me Feel Slightly Better) ROXY: (so youll take it??) KANAYA: (Okay) ROXY: (hella) KANAYA: (Thank You) KANAYA: (Again) ROXY: (dont mention it!)

She will likely mention this many times.

WEll that was the end for their interaction I suppose, so it seems like we get one page of another interaction then? I guess Dirk and Jake.

Ohp, yep. Jeez they look awkward.

DIRK: (... So.) JAKE: (...) DIRK: (...) DIRK: (That was some fight, huh.)

Goddammit this is awkward. 

JAKE: (Oh yes that sure was a doozy of a brawl we all just participated in.) JAKE: (Or rather multiple brawls.) DIRK: (I think you’re probably up to speed on exactly how well mine went.) JAKE: (Um.) JAKE: (Should i be?) DIRK: (Nevermind.)

Just another beheading of good ol’ Dirk. Seems like that’s a common thing for him. 

((OhOFOHSANSIJFN  HOLY SHIT I PRESSED A BUTTON AND FOR A SECOND I THOUGHT I ALMOST DELETED EVERYTHING I WROTE DAMMIT TUMBLR GIVE ME WARNINGS))

JAKE: (Sorry... its just difficult to, uh...) DIRK: (Don’t be sorry. It doesn’t actually matter.) JAKE: (The important part is you won right?) DIRK: (Yeah...) DIRK: (How did yours go?) DIRK: (If you feel like sharing, that is.) JAKE: (Oh i won too!) DIRK: (Well. Obviously.) DIRK: (I meant... like.) DIRK: (Specifically, HOW you won.) DIRK: (I’d be down to hear some details of all the kickassery you've been dishing out.) DIRK: (That must've been pretty crazy solo.)

Come ONNNN guys, quit dancing around the topic here. Somethings bothering you and its making everything shitty.

JAKE: (Oh.) JAKE: (Well i wasnt alone for long actually.) JAKE: (In fact it was quite the clusterfuck of skeletons sprites and green goblin brutes!) JAKE: (That crabby troll fellow even showed up at one point.) JAKE: (He seemed to be having a difficult time with one of the tinier rascals but i was up to my ears in fracas and fisticuffs myself and couldnt really lend him a hand.)

Dammit Karkat. I love him, but god he’s adorably pathetic in fights.

DIRK: (It looks like he’s alright, so no harm done.) DIRK: (How many of those green dudes were there again?) JAKE: (Im fairly certain there were 14.) DIRK: (And you trounced all of them?) JAKE: (Actually k...carat dealt with one of them i think.) JAKE: (They were small but a decidedly tricky foe. It was scurrying around so fast i dont think a single one of my bullets even grazed it!)

He has ALLLL the luck Jake, ALL of it!  Honestly, can we get a Vriska/Clover battle?

DIRK: (Well, shit. Sounds tough.) DIRK: (Still, my score reads "Jake: 13, Goblins: 0".) DIRK: (Oh, and I’m pretty sure the name you’re looking for is Karkat.) JAKE: (Is that so?) DIRK: (Yup.) JAKE: (My mistake then...) DIRK: (Don’t worry about it.)

Dammit Jake, don’t be so fucking hard on yourself. I feel bad for him now. Like, he’s beating himself up over not knowing a complete strangers name.

JAKE: (Have you spoken to him at all yet?) DIRK: (Nah.) JAKE: (Would you like to?) DIRK: (I guess? Sure.) DIRK: (He and Dave seem to be in the middle of something, though. No point in interrupting.) DIRK: (Besides, I’m talking to you right now.) JAKE: (...) DIRK: (...)

(...)

Alright dammit, I guess we’ll see if they get over whatever’s bugging them in the next update, because that’s the last page. Seeya next time and whatnot folks.