#but maaaaaan I’m so annoyed

[ramm-ramm]

I’ll be getting to Prague on the 9th no earlier than 19h and if frustration could kill I’d be dead and buried. I’m pissed. I wanna smash stuff.

[fionacle]

I’ll be like maaaaaan i’m so weird and annoying but then see a cool fursona or self insert or something and be like i HAVE to get CRINGIER

[footygirl114]

Oh maaaaaan!! How many nails are there on Canada's streets?? 😅

Today I can actually match the bad vibes: We didn't have internet at school all day which made it much more annoying and stressful than it had to be cause everything I had planned for my English lessons depended heavily on the internet 🙄

But on the bright side every time the kids complained about it I got to say things like: "Well when I was a kid that was just the way it was." and "I'm older than google." 👵🏻☝️🤣

🤶🏻

Dude I drive a lot so that could be why 😂

Woooooow that’s so annoying I’m sorry but at least you can pull out the I’m old card

[demonicsaintess]

Just… *wipes tear* just know I accidentally forever deleted this article right before it was finished. I cried a bit on the inside, like a winner, (sike I cried on the outside too!!), and decided to write it again, but better.

Three Animes I Have Dropped, and Why

So, we all like anime! Yay! That’s why we’re here right? We have our favorites, those we’ve hated, and those we’re obsessed with— the ones who have become a part of you (wow that’s cheesier than a little kid’s hands at the cesspool of mechanical rat pizza—-) *ahem* Anyways, I thought I’d write a pretty straight-forward bit about 3 animes I’ve dropped and why. Now, without further ado:

Don’t Toy With Me Miss Nagatoro!

Sometimes one needs a palate cleanser between animes. This, is one of those animes. I’d honestly say under my breath, it’s a “beginner’s” anime. I’m personally unaware of any, but I truly wonder if there is someone out there desperately pining for this show. Not to say it’s a bad show, it’s a great concept for a high school romcom, but it just leads you by the nose with the shock value. I get that a romcom is very difficult to make completely unique these days, and it’s still a charming show in itself, but I’m TIRED of ecchi laced romcoms where the joke is perverseness. Not saying Nagatoro is sexual, just, the show to me felt like her sadism always had to do with anatomy? I’m not sure I’m explaining this quite right. TLDR; I got tired after a few episodes, of seeing this almost romanticized play of Nagatoro mercilessly bullying someone. It’s not a bad anime; but for me it was destined to be dropped~

Death Note

**Note; I’m getting a horrible, chilling feeling running down my spine as my fingers move across my keyboard.

I’m willing to stake my nonexistant reputation on this take. Therefore my take is; maaaaaan honestly what a damn let down. Maybe it’s just because this sort of anime doesn’t appeal to me, but the only reason I even watched the damn show was because I was trying to get my wife into anime. She’s a normie, so this actually didn’t backfire on me, except towards myself. I had to sit through the most BORING anime I personally have ever watched. Sue me okay? I said what I said. Everything about this anime is just dumb; and here’s why. I’m all for fucking narcissism and killing bad people to make society better, but goddamn fucking Light is an idiot. I just feel like he rushed his killings. I wasn’t excited even once, except watching how excited my wife was. I would have dropped this before I even started, if it wasn’t for her. I watched the first 12 episodes and BOUNCED. TLDR; Light is an annoying toddler and also a fucking idiot who honestly is simply book smart. Dude is lame as hell. Even the bitch he pulled is lame. What a lame way to try and fix the world. Think bigger you loser.

God of Highschool

Okay so, this one as well, is probably going to get me flamed, but again, I said what I said. I’m not quite sure when I decided this anime was not for me, but when I did, I was ready to throw it away. To be fair, I don’t even think I made it past his 2 friends going up against whoever they were in the contest? It just felt… slow? to me; maybe even boring. For example, the characters were awesome, but felt two dimensional to me. Of course, this is just speculation, considering I didn’t make it very far into the show. I lost interest in it, and unfortunately the fight scenes weren’t enough to make me stick to it. I heard it’s pretty good though, from other people, so I can’t knock it too hard. TLDR: it’s not my kind of show, but the fight scenes could be pretty hype for someone who likes shonen more than I do!

So yeah, I’m not saying these animes are bad. There’s a reason why they’re so popular; but just not interesting enough for me.

Thank you as always, for taking time to read another entry by me,

The Holy Villainess

[knottybliss]

Maaaaaan…..

I’ve already ripped back several rows twice. Maybe three times? I don’t WANT to frog so hard. But…

The Rippling.

I can’t fix it without ripping back to undo the annoying mistake (come ON Bliss, you have done filet crochet, you know you need to ch2 sk2 and dc in the third to get the boxes right without warping the rows, you idiot!)

Ugh. I’ve gotta frog 6 rows in the round.

It’s worth it, to do it right, but UGH!!!

This is the kind of thing that is absolutely invisible in the end pricing of a handmade thing. You see the finished object but not the trial and error, not the mistakes and, more importantly, the learning that comes from them.

I’m gonna frog a whole bunch now. And my thing is gonna be better for it, more beautiful and even. But I’m gonna be cranky until I’ve gotten properly back to this point.

And I’m not going to be quiet about my mistakes or what I learn from them, because being a fiber wizard is harder than you think if all you see is the dragon firework swooshing over the birthday party and not the falling into the pit with the balrog.

[anchorshots]

i will be the first to admit i haven’t read kotohogushi yet but was the onigari-no-ryuuou supposed to grant its wielders the ability to go super saiyan??? is that how ouka defeated hanyuu back in the day? hello????

...it was a cool episode to watch (thank god it was new content), but the more i think about it now the more i just go huh??? the fight scenes and transitions were pretty cool, and the dbz fight was gorgeously animated but like........... huh?

really annoyed that they condensed satoko’s side of the argument down to “i don’t want to study” when we know it’s more nuanced than that what with the lingering trauma and abandonment issues she’s still dealing with among other things. i know rika assumes that studying’s the problem and that’s why she’s trying to ask about it specifically, so satoko’s responding to her, but like. the fandom at large is gonna take that as the sole reason all of this is happening and... h

satoko’s 100% in the wrong here but like, man. maaaaaan. some Choices were made with this show and there was an opportunity for this fanservice laden fight scene to actually let them talk about the real issue instead of “STUDYING BAD, YOUR NEW FRIENDS SUCK” and i... sighs

why even bother bringing up the losing condition or show the club with different outfits if they weren’t gonna do anything with it.

also could we have let hanyuu at least try to do something before getting curbstomped? like, let her do the thing before it fails? i was so excited for her... i get featherine eua is op as hell but like... :(

k1 going “...this isn’t part of the dance, right?” as rika and satoko were literally trying to kill each other made me laugh. god i wish the other club members were relevant. keiichi, mion, shion, rena, my beloveds, i miss you :(

whatever, we’re almost done. just give me bern and lambda and announce a new umineko project already, i guess. why hecking not at this point. 

maybe i will write up that sotsugyou fixes post next week. we’ll see how this ends. but for now i’m just gonna sit here and be like “not my matsuribayashi fragment, i dunno what’s going on here but it’s not the canon matsuribayashi, BYE”

[jhoudiey]

Inspired by a convo in the writing server and by Mamo's salty Jade, I wrote some fluffy-ish Yoru and Floyd mountain "date" nonsense. No warnings except bad grammar.

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“Hey Fugu-chan do you wanna come fight a monster with me?” Floyd had pulled himself through Yoru’s window as usual to interrupt her studies.

“Floyd, it’s 1pm, don’t you have class?”

“Ehhh I don’t wanna go, its the same boring stuff every day anyway” He perched in her windowsill urging her to follow him.

“Where’s this monster?” She grinned and put her books down, Floyd had a point. Fighting was always more fun than studying.

“In the mines where we went camping! I wanna see if I can find another one!” he insistently waved for her to hurry up.

“Still mad you didn’t get to go all out last time, huh?” She stretched out her shoulders and joined him at the window.

“Mhmmm~ Now that I have my magical pen back I want to play some more ehe!” She laughed and hopped out the window behind him.

*

They landed at the mouth of the caves, Yoru letting him down from her talons before touching down on the ground beside him. He sprinted into the tunnels with a grin on his face, shouting for any monsters to show up to play. Yoru flew behind him trying to stifle her laughter, he looked like a kid on a sugar high.

“Eeeeehhhh Fugu-chan this is taking foreverrrrrrr” He whined after half an hour in the caves with no appearance of any monsters. “Can’t you use your magic and find one?” he begged. She sighed and rolled her eyes.

“That's not how my magic works Floyd, I can only see through crows, not through rocks. I’m the only bird in these caves so unless there’s a hidden crows nest somewhere I can’t help”

“Huh? Then what good is your unique magic then?” he complained, crossing his arms

“Says the guy who can only deflect magic, wouldn’t stop me taking your head off-” They were interrupted by a low rumbling coming from the path behind them. They turned to the sound, another Overblot monster materializing from the darkness. Floyd cheered, happy that his foe had finally appeared.

“Awe maaaaaan, Floooooyd, you never said it was an overblot monster! I can’t fight this!” Yoru complained as the monster descended on them.

“Eeeh? Why not? This is fun!” Floyd danced out of the way of the monster, hitting it with some magic of his own to keep it away from them.

“I can’t do magic, remember? All I can do is see. My hands and feet won’t do shit to that thing” She pouted, sitting on the ground with a huff, resigned to watch Floyd fight it on his own. He was clearly enjoying himself, hitting it with spell after spell. Yoru watched on in envy, how amazing would it be to be able to do magic like that. She watched him dance around the monster, attacking with reckless abandon, his own unique magic deflecting the attacks thrown at him.

Yoru sighed resting with her head in her hands, eyes following the battle. Floyd really was incredible, so much so it pissed her off. He made it seem so effortless. Fire, grass, water, ice, wind, dark… every kind of magic she’d dreamed of having Floyd was throwing out without a care in the world, this level of effort was nothing to him, when she couldn't even change the colour of a single flower petal. After what seemed like hours the glass head on the monster cracked, it’s ink splashing to the ground. It roared and the walls around them shook.

“Hey Floyd, you should finish up, if this thing collapses the cave around us we’re screwed” she said flatly, watching small rocks fall from the ceiling.

“Okay Fugu-chaaaaan~ Let me show you my special move, just look at how amazing I am!” He unleashed his strongest attack yet, Yoru wasn’t able to conceal her admiration for him. Her jaw dropped.

“Holy shit… you’re actually incredible…” she muttered, more annoyed than ever at how talented he was. The monster crumbled before them, disappearing into ink and sinking back into the ground. Floyd cheered.

“Yaaaayyyy!! That was fun!” he looked exhausted. His hair was a mess and he drenched in sweat, but the grin he wore was one of the biggest Yoru had ever seen. It was quite cute. She nodded at him and held out her arm in case he needed to lean on her, she wasn’t sure how he was still standing after expending so much magic in such a short time. He stretched his arms behind his head, not needing her assistance.

“We should have a fire too! Come on Fugu-chan!” He grabbed her hand and ran from the cave, staggering when they got outside and saw that the sun had already begun to set. “Uwaaahhh I’m tired all of a sudden, carry me Fugu-chan” She laughed. It seemed Floyd wasn’t invincible after all.

She flew to the shore of the lake, setting him down near an old decaying log. Somewhere along their flight he’d fallen asleep. She set to work gathering firewood, setting the wood in a way that would be easy to ignite once he woke up. When that was ready she wandered over to the lake to grab some fish, no sense not eating while they were out. They didn’t have any spices, but grilled fish was simple enough and delicious on it’s own. She wasn’t as proficient as catching fish with her bare hands as Floyd, but it still didn’t take her long before she’d caught half a dozen and brought them back to their impromptu base camp. The sun had fully set by the time she’d gotten the fish onto their skewers and shook Floyd awake so he could start the fire.

“Hmmm? When did I fall asleep?” He whined, confused by his surroundings

“When we were flying over here, you went limp almost immediately after we took off, I almost dropped you” Yoru grinned at him “Now can you get the fire going, I’m starving.” He nodded, using his magic to light the fire as she arranged the fish around it to cook.

“Wait, lemme see your pen” She said suddenly, able to see the once white gem clouded over with black ink in the firelight. She grabbed at it but he snatched it out of reach and shoved it back into his pocket. “Floyd, let me see it” Yoru growled at him, he pouted and handed it to her, he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep it from her if she fought him for it.

“Floyd… that’s a lot of blot… you need to be more careful. If you overblotted I’d have you kill you, I wouldn't be able to stop you with magic”

“Haaaah like you could, you saw how strong I am! Ahaha! What do you know about overblotting anyway, you can barely do magic!” He argued, turning the fish to roast their other sides.

“Hmmm? Didn’t I tell you? I overblotted once as a kid. It sucked”

“As a kid? Did you have magic when you were younger? What happened to it ehe~” He raised an eyebrow at her, curious at how she had lost her magic. She snorted

“No. I got my unique magic really young but I didn’t know what it was so I used it all the time since I didn’t know any better. Dad found me screaming in bed, said I had all these shadowy birds walking over and pecking at me, he still talks about it like it’s the worst thing he’s ever seen.” She rolled her eyes, thinking about Crowley's overly theatrical reactions to the lamest things.

Floyd cringed away from her, throwing his hands up. “Eugh that sounds so gross!” He sat forward again with a smile “But it’s funny knowing even without a lot of magic you can overblot”

“Yea, really funny” She glared at him. “How are you not ranked higher at school though? You’re so amazing it pisses me off”. He smirked at her

“Doing everything I’m supposed to is boring so I just do whatever I want and fail sometimes cause I don’t feel like doing it” He grabbed one of the fish, happily biting into it.

“That must be nice. I wish I could say I’m not jealous of your talent” She bit into her own fish, chewing it more fiercely than was necessary.

“Hmmmm why are you jealous though? You’re really smart too, Fugu-chan” He smiled and chowed down, very much enjoying his meal. Yoru groaned, she wasn't used to compliments.

“...Thanks. ...By the way, didn’t Jade say he wanted to come out here with you next time? Isn’t he going to be mad we came without him?” Floyd's eyes grew wide before settling back to normal

“Eeeehhhh probably, but I wanted to find that monster and Jade wouldn't come with me so it’s his fault anyway” he shrugged, carefully selecting his last fish.

“Maybe he won’t be that mad, it’s not like we really did much mountaineering up here anyway” Yoru shrugged, finishing her meal and throwing sand on the fire. “We should get back though, unlike you, I do have some homework I need to hand in because I’m not allowed to fail”

*

They landed back in the mirror chamber full of fish and tired from adventure.

“Hey, next time you find a monster make sure it's one I can fight too. I can’t help but want to show off what I can do without magic”

“Kaaaaay~!” Floyd sang, hopping through the mirror that would take him back to Octavinelle.

*

“Ahh Floyd, you’re back late, did you enjoy your date? You missed dinner, Azul was worried sick about you” Jade smirked at him from across their bedroom. Floyd flopped into his bed, exhausted. Fugu-chan was right, he’d used too much magic today and was still tired despite his earlier nap.

“Aha! Azul wouldn’t worry about something thing like that, besides he would have been mad at me for going to fight a monster and getting my uniform all dirty”

“Oya? A monster? You never mentioned there was a monster on campus” Jade chuckled

“Ehhhh? It wasn’t on campus, me and Fugu-chan went back to Mount Dwarf to fight with the overblot monster in the caves! It was really fun!” Jade slowly turned to glare at Floyd.

“Floyd… you returned to the mountains once again without me” He exhaled dramatically. “You found yourself a girlfriend and completely forgot about little old me, all alone and mountainless” He let out an exaggerated sigh “I can’t believe my own twin would discard me so carelessly, how cruel” Floyd sat up in bed, a frown painted on his face.

“haaaaaaaaahhhh you said you didn’t want to come! You can’t complain about it now”

“Perhaps it is for the best, I wouldn’t want to be a third-wheel after all... I’ll just make you come with me next time I go...” he muttered to himself under his breath

“Ehhh what are you even talking about Jade?” Floyd laid back down and stretched out into his blankets.

“While crashing a date seems like it would be a lot of fun, I don’t believe Yoru-san is very fond of me, and she does have a habit of getting violent when she’s angry. I wouldn’t care to be on the receiving end of those talons.”

“It wasn’t even a date” he complained, rolling away to face the wall. He hadn’t told Jade about his failed confession at Vargas’s weekend camp so the insinuations he and Yoru were dating stung. “...and she’s not even my girlfriend” he muttered into his pillow.

“Fufufu not yet” Jade chuckled to himself as Floyd started snoring.

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Oh! Pastry chef here! Kougin amann is pretty easy to make, is kinda similar to pastry puff but with lots of extra sugar cause you want it to caramelize and melt in your mouth! If your kitchen gets easily hot and you don't have ac, it's better to make it during the autumn/winter bc of the sugar😅 but! It's not impossible to make it in warmer weather, just maybe a bit... Annoying? Anyway sorry for the unsolicited info😅😅

Carmelized?! Maaaaaan. That sounds so good but I'm shit at baking. Cooking i can do, but baking? Nope.

[walpurga-nacht-academy]

Djinn’s Bride! ~A Celebration of Love~

Part 7

[Walpurga Nacht Academy]

[Djinn’s Lamp]

Djinn: EEEEEEEEEH!

June: HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!

Blanche: Hi-Himalia-senpai’s snapped!

Marcia: WOOOOOOO! GO FOR IT SENPAI! TEACH HIM A LESSON!

Djinn: HEY! HEY! HEY! PU-PUT THAT THING DOWN! IT’S AN ANTIQUE!

June: HAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!

Diana: … That table.

Rosa: I-IT’S MARBLE, ISN’T IT?! IT’S DEFINITELY MARBLE! AND IT’S MASSIVE TOO SO IT’S GOTTA BE HEAVY! AND SHE’S PICKING IT LIKE IT DOESN’T WEIGH A THING! IT’S SCARY! IT’S SERIOUSLY SCARY!

Blanche: Gi-Giants were said to be able to shatter mountains with just a kick… Still for a human, this is something else… But…

Rosa: Eh? Bu-But?!

June: HAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

Djinn: STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!

[CRASH]

[SMASH]

Rosa: IT-IT PASSED RIGHT THROUGH HIM!

Diana: … As expected.

Rosa: ‘AS EXPECTED’?! WHAT’S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!

Blanche: Djinn are creatures made of smoke and held together by magic. The fact that objects can pass right through them should be obvious. 

Marcia: Cheating! That’s just straight up cheating! Booooooo!

June: … Tsk.

Djinn: AAAAAAAAH! NOW YOU’VE DONE IT! YOU’VE SERIOUSLY DONE IT! MY PRECIOUS COLLECTION!

Cass: Pre-Precious…

Blanche: … collection?

Rosa: Huh? You mean those gaudy figures you have displayed on that shelf?

Djinn: THEY’RE NOT GAUDY! THEY’RE COLLECTOR’S ITEMS! EACH IS WORTH MORE THAN YOUR MISERABLE LIVES WOULD FETCH ON THE SLAVE MARKET!

Rosa: EEEEEH?!

Djinn: AAAAAAAH! THEY’RE ALL SMASHED! MY FRIENDS!

Marcia: … ‘My friends’... I’m kinda feeling sorry for this guy again…

Rosa: I know what you mean…

June: FUCK ‘HAT!

Rosa: YOU’RE STILL GOING?! EVEN AFTER WHAT JUST HAPPENED?! YOU’RE STILL GOING THROUGH WITH IT?!

June: SHUT IT!!

Blanche: Se-Senpai!! Even if you swing with all you’ve got, it still won’t make a difference! His body-

June: Yeah, yeah! I ‘eard all ‘hat smoke crap y’all were talkin’ ‘bout! If ‘hat the case, ‘hen [OVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER-]

[CRACKLING]

Marcia: HEY, HEY, HEY! ARE YOU REALLY GONNA USE YOUR UNIQUE MAGIC IN SUCH A CRAMPED SPACE?! WE’RE IN CLOSE QUARTERS, YOU KNOW?!

Rosa: AAAAAAH! WE’RE GONNA GET BURNT TO A CRISP! 

Cass: Mi-Mi-Miss Himalia!!

Vita: Fufu~

June: [-CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARG-]

Djinn: [TIME’S UP!]

[CLICK]

June: !!!

Rosa: EEEEH?! WH-WH-WH-WHA-

Marcia: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!

Cass: Mi-Mi-Miss Himalia!!

Agatha: Ehehehehehehehe… the… big… chowder… got… trapped…

Vita: My~ What a delightful sight~

[BANG, BANG]

Blanche: It’s an hourglass… Is that one of his abilities? But that means…

Djinn: Alright!!

All: !!!

Djinn: Now I’m seriously pissed!! Those things cost a fortune! Not to mention the marble table! And the fact that ever since you’ve come here you’ve done nothing but insult me! You are all incredibly rude guests!!

Marcia: It’s not like we wanna be guests in the first place!! If you can’t stand us that much, then just evict us!

Rosa: That’s right! That’s right!

Djinn: Didn’t you hear me, girlie?! I said my master is to stay here and become my wife! None of you are leaving until that happens! I’m not playing around anymore!

Rosa: Grrr! Marcia!! Stop dragging your feet and just do it already so we can go home!!

Marcia: Haaaaaa?! Are you stupid?! Are you seriously that stupid?! I’m not doing it! I said it already, didn’t I?! I’m not going through with this plan! Besides, I don’t even understand why I should stay when Himalia-senpai is already in that hourglass over there?!

Eh… actually…

Rosa: Wh-What’s with that weird expression? Like you’re just realizing something…

Blanche: … I have a bad feeling about this.

Diana: Mm.

Marcia: That’s right!! I don’t have to stay!! Djinn!

Djinn: … Seriously… these were limited editions too… Hm? What now girlie? Are you finally ready to just go along with it?

Marcia: There’s no need for that! Not when you have the perfect bride right there!

Djinn: Hm? What do you mean?

Marcia: Hahaha! Come on! Don’t play coy! Just look at Himalia-senpai! Doesn’t she have a nice face and long eyelashes? Even though she works all day, her hair still looks nicely taken care of! And she’s got that busty figure too! Won’t she make for a perfect wife instead of scrawny, boyish, old me? Hm?

Djinn: … Hm. 

Marcia: See, see~ It’s not rocket science! So let’s just forget about this whole marriage business! It never would have worked out between us. You know that! But with Himalia-senpai, I’m sure you’re gonna have tons of excitement! So, how about we give her to you, and you just let us-

Cass: N-NO! 

Marcia: E-Eh! Ca-Cassandra! Was that you shouting?

Cass: Mi-Miss Pyroeis! We can’t d-do that! I refuse to leave Miss Himalia behind! It’s i-inhumane!  

Rosa: A-Amazing, I think it’s the first time I’ve seen Cassandra so adamant about something…

Diana: The bond between them is strong. 

Marcia: I-I get it! But isn’t it inhumane to make me marry that guy also?! 

Rosa: You sure use morality when it’s convenient for you…

Marcia: Haaaa?! Don’t think I’ve forgotten that you wanted to sell me out too!! Actually! We should throw you in the bargain too! 

Rosa: You monster!! If anyone should be thrown in is you and Dies-senpai!! You’re the cause of all of this!! 

Marcia: Ok! Ok! I’ll admit that I might be a little at fault here! 

Rosa: Just ‘a little’-

Marcia: But what about Blanche?!

Blanche: Excuse me?

Marcia: You’re the one who brought up the artifact in the first place, weren’t you?!

Rosa: That’s right!! If you haven’t brought up the issue of the lamp then stupid Marcia wouldn’t have shown it to us!!

Marcia: Yeah!! The stupid me wouldn’t have brought it out and then senpai wouldn’t have gotten her grubby hands on it!! So it all comes down to it being your fault!

Blanche: !!! That-!

Rosa: Repent! Repent, you monster! 

Marcia: Mistakes should be paid in full!! So that means you’re the one who has to stay behind!!

Blanche: A-Absolutely not! I refuse to be punished for following the rules of-

Marcia: Like I care about that!! You’re gonna take the fall whether you like it or not!!

Rosa: That’s right!! That’s right!!

Agatha: The… hopping… chowder… should… take… the… amoeba… with… her… eheheheheheheheheheh

Rosa: GRRRRR! You’re still going on about that?! Maybe we should throw you in as well!! 

Vita: Now, you are simply talking out of turn, little rose~

Agatha: Stupid… amoeba… wants… her… head… bitten… off… I… bet…

Marcia: As far as I’m concerned all of you should be thrown in!

Rosa: Right back at you!

Agatha: Annoying… lot…

Vita: So much excitement~

Blanche: Keep calm all of you!!

Rosa/Marcia: SHUT IT!!

Cass: Th-Th-Th-Th-This is-!!

Diana: They’ve turned on each other. 

Cass: Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-What should we do? If we don’t act now, then-

Djinn: … You guys.

Cass: Eeeek!

Diana: …

Djinn: Is it possible? 

Cass: U-U-Um?

Djinn: Are you all fighting over who gets to stay in the lamp with me?! 

Diana: …

Djinn: Maaaaaan! I’m so honoured! After all the nasty things you’ve said and done, you do really want to stay here, don’t you? Hahahaha, you should be more honest with this type of thing, you know!

Cass: U-U-U-U-Um…

Rosa/Marcia: STOP LIVING IN YOUR DELUSIONS!! YOU IDIOOOOOOOOOOOT!!

Blanche: … This is a disaster…

Vita: Fufu~

Djinn: Hmmmm~ But picking just one is really hard… What should I do? What should I do? Mmmmm~ This is choice is really difficult~

Agatha: He’s… saying… that… but…

Vita: He is certainly enjoying himself~ My, though I must admit all this excitement does conjure up fond memories of my own marriage arrangements~ Fufu~

Rosa: Eh? Your own- Does that mean?!

Djinn: Marriage arrangements… Hm… an omiai, huh? Then… hm…

Marcia: He-Hey, he’s muttering to himself with that serious expression… Sh-Should we be worried?

Djinn: An omiai meeting… WHAT A WONDERFUL IDEA!!

Blanche: … I have a bad feeling about this…

Diana: Mm.

[RUMBLE]

Rosa: THE FLOOR IS MO-MOVING!

Marcia: EEEEEH!! IT’S SPLITTING APART!

[RUMBLE]

Cass: EEEEEEH!!

Diana: …

[RUMBLE]

Marcia: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH- Eh? It stopped? Why did- GEH! WHAT’S WITH THIS SET UP?!

Blanche: … It’s a panel show studio.

Djinn: THAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT’S RIGHT BUNNY GIRL! Since it’s the fated union between two extraordinary souls, I’m sparring no expenses~ We’re gonna have a quiz that will go down IN HISTORY! I’m bursting with excitement!

Rosa: Quiz?! What quiz?! Hey, hey, what’s going on here?!

Djinn: Hmmm, you’re kinda dumb, fluffy hair. Gonna have to deduct points for that.

Rosa: HA?! 

Djinn: But since I’m such a nice guy, I’ll explain it to you! See, what the busty vixen said got me thinking: if I have to be stuck with one of you for the rest of eternity I should pick the one that annoys me the least! It only makes sense to go about it this way, right?!

Blanche: I… I suppose so, but still…

Marcia: WHAT’S WITH THIS PANEL SHOW SET UP, HUH?!

Djinn: Oh, this? I just thought it would be way more interesting like this! Add a little spice, you know?

Rosa/Marcia: GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!

Djinn: SO! LET- US- START- THE- QUIZ- OF- A- LIFE- TIIIIIIIIIIIIME~

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[fartofthesunrise]

5, 14, 22 & 27 :) <3

5. name an album you feel is perfect

Fragile by Yes 💚

14. is there any band/musician who you really strongly dislike? if so, why?

Panic! at the Disco. I used to be a huge fan, and I can find their older stuff tolerable, but that new stuff? The Pray For the Wicked stuff? Awful. I’m sorry, but you’re gonna hate High Hopes once your annoying “friend” requests it EVERY NIGHT at the skating rink. Also, I’ve heard Brendon Urie’s a bit of a dick anyways.

22. name a song that reminds you of one of your best memories

Qué Onda Guero by Beck! 💚

27. name a song that you wish was longer

Clean, Clean by The Buggles. A splendid song but maaaaaan it’s too short. Also, Get Thy Bearings by Donovan.

[meigh-day]

Trapped [Bakugo x F!Reader] - Part 6

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Title: Trapped

Pairing: Bakugo x F!Reader

Includes: Swearing

Status: In Progress

Word Count: 1.8k

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Generosity

By the time you got home you were able to drop into bed for a whole 90 minutes. You'd made sure to set like 5 alarms with varying degrees of annoying sounds and the volume set to max, anything to make sure you actually woke up. By the time you arrived at the train station you were presentable but felt like absolute shit. The effort put into your 'look' this morning was minimal, though it was doubtful anyone would count brushing your hair and putting on clothes as anything resembling effort. The most you'd managed to do was pull your hair into a quick braid as you'd hurried towards the station. With headphones on your ears and a coffee in hand, you boarded the train, surprised yet relieved to find an empty seat for once. It just so happened to be an end seat too, which meant there was a small padded wall you could lean against.

As you settle into your seat, slowly tipping your head to the side until your temple was settled gently against the wall, you were unaware of an attentive pair of eyes peering across the train at you. The lingered for a moment, before turning away in disinterest as the train lurched forward.

The school day passed by in a slow haze as you fought hard to keep from drifting off to sleep. The coffee had definitely helped for the first part of the day but, sooner than you would have liked, the drowsiness you had been battling against hit you like a truck. Class had already been difficult but now it was a struggle to make heads or tails of what the teacher was saying. You were pretty sure you were in science class but it all sounded like gibberish. Maybe one of your classmates would take pity on you and let you take a look over their notes later. With that thought in mind, you drop your chin into your hand, elbow resting against the desk, and let your thoughts wander for the remainder of class.

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"Thanks Momo! I really appreciate you letting me borrow these. I'll give them back before the end of the day." You offer her a smile as you tuck the notes she had so kindly let you borrow into your bag. With a quick wave, you head back towards the classroom, opting to spend your lunch copying her notes instead of hanging out with your friends. Lunch was one of the only times you actually got to see your friends outside of class and training, so having to spend lunch studying instead sucked.

While you reviewed her notes, you sipped on a cold coffee drink you had bought from an obliging vending machine along the way. Somewhere in the depths of your schoolbag you did in fact have a real lunch but you were pretty sure, if you tried to study and eat at the same time, you'd end up with food all over her carefully written notes. Instead, you diligently copied the notes into your own note book. You didn't really understand half of what you were writing down but hopefully with these notes and some quality time with your textbook, it would all make sense.

Finally, the last note written, you let out a small yawn as close your notebook and tuck it, along with Momo's notes, into your bag. A quick glance at the clock told you there was only about 15 minutes before class started again. You could run over to the cafeteria and maybe catch a few minutes with your friends... or... you could sit at your desk and eat your lunch alone. While the idea of hanging out for even a few minutes was very appealing, your tired mind decided it was easier to just stay at your desk. There  was still one more class and then training right after, it was far more important to conserve your energy for that.

Just as you set your lunch on your desk the door to the room slides open with a jerk and in the doorway stands... a jerk. Bakugo paused in the doorway for just a moment, his eyes settling on you as he took in your appearance. It wasn't like you looked awful, your uniform was presentable and your hair was still in a braid, though some pieces had started to come loose. It was in the way you briefly looked up at him, eyes half closed with dark circles just below them. The way you sat in your chair, slouched over and resting your cheek in your hand. You looked beyond tired, like if given the chance you could fall over asleep at any moment.

He let his gaze drop away as he entered the room, heading towards his desk. You had spared him a quick glance when the door opened but after seeing who was standing there you'd pull all your focus on the lunch before you. It wasn't anything special, just a simple bento with rice, vegetables and egg. It didn't look pretty, it didn't have to, all the mattered was that it tasted good. Maybe someday, if you ever actually made food for someone else, you might put some effort into presentation.

"Bakugo? Aha there you--- Y/N? What're you doing in here?" Kirishima popped his head into the room, a smile plastered on his face.

"Hm...oh hey Kiri." You shifted up in your seat, placing a smile on your face as you forced an energetic tone. "I...uh...needed to go over the science notes Momo lent me. Figured no one would be in here soooo here I am."

"What do you want shitty hair?" Bakugo grabs something out of his school bag and starts to make an immediate retreat from the room.

"We were about to go get some drinks from the vending machine, you in Y/N?"

"Me? Oh...uhm..." You fight through the fog in your mind trying to think if you had enough money on you to get a drink. "I..uh...hmm..."

"Bakugo's buying!" Kirishima announces then darts off into the hallway before Bakugo had reached the door.

"WHAT?!?! Like hell I am! Get back here!!" He hollers after the red head as he darts out of the room.

You stand, intent on running after the two so you can officially decline the offer but before you make it to the door Bakugo appears in the doorway again.

"Well?! You coming or what!"

"Uh...oh..yea sure..." His question had come off a bit threatening and you were unsure if you would be in less shit if you said yes or no...so in the end you'd agreed.

You hurry out of the room and catch up to the two boys as they stroll down the hallway towards the drink machines. Bakugo grumbles and growls at Kirishima for suddenly dropping the tab on him, while Kirishima on the other hand just laughs it off and tries to start up a conversation.

"I'm gonna get in some extra practice after school today. I've been thinking up some new moves and I wanna try them out." He looks over at his irritated friend, a wide toothy grin on his lips. "You in?"

"Can't today. Otherwise I'd so be there to get a little payback for this stunt you pulled on me!" Bakugo flexes his fist, small explosions sounding from within as he balls up his hand.

"Lame. What about you?" Kirishima asking turning his invitation on you. After several long seconds without a reply, he glances back at you with a look of confusion. You had kept pace behind them but your mind had started to wander almost immediately. Currently, you were happily spaced out thinking about what you were going to do after school. This was the first day in forever you didn't have work immediately after school was done. Just a short shift later tonight, though there was still quite a bit to do beforehand. Groceries had to be bought and there was a fair bit of cleaning to catch up on but, maybe if you were quick, you could go get in some late night practice after work. There was a small bit of forest near your apartment that had some abandoned buildings within its depths. It was the perfect little spot for you to practice away from others in peace.

"Y/N?" You hear Kirishima call out your name which brings your attention back to the present.

"Hm? Oh sorry... what's up?" He quirks a brow at you then repeats his question as your little trio arrives at the vending machines.

"I... I'd love to." You answer, genuinely happy he had thought to ask. "..but I can't tonight." You offer him an apologetic smile.

"Aw maaaaaan." He lets out a sigh as a frown settles on his lips. "Well... maybe next time!" Instantly he cheers up, turning a smile on you once again.

"Yea, maybe." You can't help the non-committal reply that comes out. Making plans was next to impossible with your fairly unpredictable work schedule. Half the time you ended up staying later than scheduled or with extra shifts suddenly thrust upon you. As you stand before the vending machine, watching Kirishima agonize over what to pick, you feel a tiny pang of regret. It would have been fun to train with someone else for once outside of class. You always felt a bit more pressure in front of the teachers and the rest of the class, the idea of training with someone just for fun sounded... fun.

"Here!" Bakugo barks at you, shoving a cold can into your hands before turning and retreating down the hall.

"What? Oh no, I didn't.. I wasn't..." You try to protest but he is already too far away to hear it. Though you doubted he was willing to hear your protests anyway. He'd probably get pissed off if you tried to give it back. You glance down at the drink in your hands to find the same kind of cold canned coffee you'd been drinking earlier. How did he know? Had he seen you drinking it earlier? It was entirely possible. But then you started to wonder why he had picked this. Had he noticed how tired you are? Not that you were doing the greatest job of hiding it. If you weren't concentrating on your expression, your eyes would become half-lidded as your smiled faded away and you were left looking just as tired as you felt.

"Guess we better head back, don't wanna be late." Kirishima takes a sip from his drink as he turns and follows after the blonde. You nod and follow after them, unsure if Bakugo was just lucky picking a random drink for you or if he was actually that observant. Either way, you were unexpectedly happy at how your lunch had ended.

[allelitefics]

Powerful

Characters: Santana x Reader

Warnings: smut, definitely smut, a little angst.

Summary: Santana needs to step up with you before he loses you completely. This one is for @allelitexo​ who requested something to be written about Santana. Love those guys but Santana is def my favorite as well. 

...that was the only Santana gif i liked... lol 

You were the girl who had the personality that just attracted people towards you. Even when you tried to downplay it, so that you weren't bringing attention to yourself, it never made a difference. Being in a job where you are social all the time was something you knew you'd excel at, and as a wrestling fan being in charge of the social media department for All Elite Wrestling was a blessing.

One of your favorite things about working for AEW was that it really was like a family, since day one you could just feel it in the air. You had prior experience working for some other indie promotions, and it was definitely different when you stepped foot on your first day into AEW. There were also some people that you automatically clicked with and they were all pretty different, one of them being Santana ... you both immediately bonded over growing up in NYC - although he grew up in the Bronx and you grew up a less rough area, you often found yourselves talking about different spots you both went to growing up. Joey Janela was another one of your favorites, same thing growing up in the same general area, and you worked with Joey a lot on the indies. You loved the girls that they brought into the roster Britt Baker and Brandi quickly became ladies you looked up to, as well as the makeup team they might've been your favorites to hang around during your down time.

Dynamite was your favorite part about AEW because of everyone going out together afterwards. Of course some would opt out, but you loved the socializing, it was honestly super motivating and promoted your own mental health. Every Wednesday the crew would find a spot, whether it was a local bar or the hotel bar - and you were there with your whiskey sour or glass of wine depending on your mood.

Santana was in the corner of the bar with his tag partner of several years, Ortiz. He watched you, he always watched you and became more and more protective as time went on. You weren't dumb, you always felt his eyes on you, watching every movement you made. He had quickly become one of your best friends, at least thats how you felt. If you were ever lonely, he was the first one you texted. No matter what time, day or night, he was there. But on these nights you went out as a group you found yourself surrounded by Joey, Britt, sometimes Sammy and a few others and Santana would isolate himself.

An hour after being at the bar and him remaining in the same area you finally went over after a conversation with the group came to an end. "Hey!" you say with excitement, glass in hand from behind him running your hand down his bicep to get his attention. He turned around with a smirk, "Hey baby girl, whatchu up to?" "Why don't you come join the group? Come hang out with me." you say, trying your hardest to charm him. You really didn't have to try that hard because he wanted you, he really did. "I'll come over in a bit." he says. You feel yourself slump, because he says that every damn week and never does. You frown slightly, "Yeah..right." You turn to walk away and once there is no way for you to hear them Ortiz speaks up. "What the hell man!" he says hitting Santana's shoulder. "What?!" "Maaaaaan, for WEEKS! She's been hinting at you, what the hell." "I don't know man, I'd do literally anything for her. She's too good and I man...you know me I fuck up every relationship I'm in." Ortiz shook his head in disappointment. "You ain't even gonna give it a shot?? You're pushing her right into Janela's arms.. literally." he said nodding over to where you were with the group.

You dug the hot dirtbag kind of thing that Joey had, for some odd reason you did. So you didn't mind the flirtatious relationship the two of you had developed. But he wasn't what you wanted and it made you so bummed out that 30 minutes had passed and you didn't even see Santana in the bar anymore.

You whipped out your phone to text him. "Where did you go?" you sent to him. "Back to my room, sorry baby." You hated when he called you petnames, especially when he knew you were probably pissed. "What the fuck Santana." you sent back to him and then put your phone away, you didn't even want to see what kind of reply he would come up with. You were completely helpless when it came to him though, you were attracted to everything about him. That thug vibe was a huge turn on for you, and you found yourself constantly looking at his social media, especially the photos in the gym, you were smitten hard. At the same time as much as you wanted him you couldn't keep with the empty promises from him. Maybe this would've been that indicator that you two wouldn't make it as a couple.

When you got back to your room that night you slumped right onto the king sized bed in your room and finally pulled your phone back out, several unread texts from Santana. "Let's see tonights excuses" you say to yourself.

"I'm sorry, I was really tired" ..the first text. "You know that I love spending time with you" ... "Shit, are you really going to ignore me?" .. "Text me when you get back to the room?" .. "I'm sorry Y/N." "At least let me know that you made it back safely.." ..

That last one got to you, because if he hung out with you tonight then he would know you got back safely. Asshole. You roll your eyes, not wanting to send him anything back, but you couldn't help yourself.

"I'm fine and back in my room." you texted him. He immediately texted you back which made you smile a little, at least he's been waiting by his phone all night, maybe panicking a little. "Are you mad at me?" "What the fuck do you think?" .. you hated to be like that, but at this point thats often the language you two used with each other. "I know, can I come by your room?" You sat there and threw your head back because you were annoyed with yourself because you knew you were going to say okay. But if he came by tonight, something would need to happen because if it didn't, then this friendship/flirtatiousness had to end. "201" you responded. 5 minutes later and he was there at your door, white v-neck shirt, his adidas workout pants and he always had the best shoes for his outfits. Just in that simple outfit he looked so damn good. The mix of alcohol and loneliness had you wanting him more tonight than you had before. You opened the door then turned around. "You gonna be cold to me?" "I don't know Santana, I'm so over this shit." "What shit?" You were so annoyed he was playing the stupid card. "Oh my god, this...us....either put up or shut-up because this is ju-" you were quickly cut off from your rant with his lips pressing against yours and his arms wrapping around your waist pulling you closer into him. He broke apart after a few moments. "I'm done too, let's do this, forreal." "Really?" you ask with big eyes which makes him smirk down at you. "Yeah." "Ugh finally." you say and you pull him back towards you for your lips to press against each others one more time. Your back hits the mattress and you knew all the tension was going to be let go tonight. Your legs wrapped around him as he then kneels up to take his shirt off. He nods at you gesturing that if you don't do the same he'll rip your shirt off in a second. You sit up and do the same and then he continues to kiss you, your lips, down to your neck, when he gets to your hips, he pulls down the jeans you had been wearing, your panties soaked at this moment and he bit his lip when he looked back up at you. You were so nervous but so eager. "You want this right?" you double checks. "Yes!" you say rolling your eyes and that just fuels him with confidence. You knew Santana was an experienced guy and really had no doubts about his talents in bed, but damn it was better than you ever expected. The way his tongue moved against your most sensitive area, then pumping his fingers inside of you, you were completely his melting right into him. "Mmmmm, fuuuck" you moaned out when you were coming close to your climax. "Cum for me baby...cum for me now" he starts sweet and then growls and you feel yourself tighten around his fingers, his tongue flicking against your nub. When you came, it was that release you'd been craving and that was just with his tongue and fingers alone. You pulled him to kiss you, tasting yourself on his lips. You then look at each other and he searches your eyes, wanting them to tell him what to do next. "Fuck me" you let out. That damn smirk, it showed on his face once again, he did exactly what you told him. You moaned out loud when you felt him ease his length into you and you gripped onto his biceps. "You good baby?" You nodded as the breaths you took got more and more shallow. Time was nonexistent as he put you in all kinds of positions and then finally both of you climaxing at the same time.

He laid on his back his arms sprawled out and pulled you into him. "I'm sorry...fuck I've been an asshole." "Not an asshole, just an idiot." He laughs, "Yeah okay, an idiot. I don't want to hurt you, that's all I'm worried about." You look up at him now, resting your chin on his chest. "Stop doubting yourself, if you could just be the Santana I know, then we'll be fine." A genuine smile creeps upon his lips as his hand moves to the back of your head pulling you in for another sensual kiss.

[betterdaysareatoenailaway]

Sleep Tight For Me...I’m Gone

Lately I’ve been writing these Better Days Are A Toenail Away™️ posts in Microsoft Word, selecting all and changing the font to Garamond, which is so readable and beautiful, and posting the Word docs, paragraphs by paragraph, inside these Tumblr drafts. It makes things look nice, to my old fashioned sensibilities, but fixing errors is a time-consuming and needlessly convoluted four-step process.

First, I have to copy, then delete the paragraph containing the error. Then I open the doc. and paste the error-ridden paragraph back into Word. After I find and fix the error, I need to save it and copy and paste it back into the post. It's time-consuming because I’m not just copying a paragraph. As you can see from more recent post, what I copied looked more like a photograph of the paragraph, not the words themselves written in Tumblr’s default font Arial. For an example of this, see below. I like the way it looks like old newspaper clippings. I posted an article about how my fent dealer John Smith kept getting robbed, and had resorted to putting a machete in front of his front door as a way of preventing this, a lever of sorts, which is plainly visible in the video I posted,

So today I’ve given up on trying to make my posts look like books or zines, and have given into the Tumblr font, which is about as pretty as a horse with his snout shot off.

There are two much longer posts I’m working on right now, one about Nirvana and one about Soundgarden, respectively, and how both bands were very unlike their public perception, but those posts are taking a lot of work so I’m putting them on the backburner because today is some dumbass corporation’s day where it tries to synthesize mental health and profit and the end result is as baldly capitalist and clumsy as you would expect. 

I’m not gonna name the company, or repeat their stupid fucking slogan. As far as I can tell (which isn't very far), talking about my trauma has never made me feel better. And in fact it has sometimes made me feel worse, because in telling you what hurts and scares me, I’ve given a part of myself away that I can’t get back. When you’re like me, and you’ve lost everything multiple times, sometimes the only form of power you have is how you choose, or do not choose, to tell your story. And in a world where everybody wants to tell “their truth,” silence is power. 

You don’t get to know me, sorry. I’m not gonna hand you my life, both my bad and good experiences, and conclude: “Welp, that’s why I’m so fucked up. Case closed.” 

Honestly, I used to be a little confused, or miffed that my former partner (who is an amazing person btw, in every respect) almost never spoke about some of the traumatic things she’d experienced in her past. I took it as a sign that she either didn’t trust me, or she didn’t think I would be a sympathetic listener, or the mere fact of my gender precluded her from sharing because I couldn’t truly understand what it was she had gone through. It’s not like I ever asked her to talk about it, but I did say, once or twice, “hey if you ever wanna talk about that stuff, I’m around.” She never took me up on it, and I let it go. 

But as I watched her, and saw her life unfold, over the years we spent together, I began to realize I wasn’t exactly in any position to be telling her how to live her life or how to be mentally healthy. After all, she has found success in a number of avenues, both creative and occupational, and I’ve found neither. I'm not saying the fact that she didn't talk much about her trauma is the reason for her success. I'm saying that she's forged a better path through life than I have, and maybe I should take a cue from that.

She never told me what to do, per se. It was more like living by example. But because I’m pretty dense, and a severe addict, our time together actually sorta reminds me now of that Cornell lyric from his first record: She’s going to change the world. But she can’t change me.

I have certainly found that talking about how shitty my life is only makes me feel more shitty, not free, or unburdened, or better. If you wanna talk about your problems, and you find it helpful, more power to you. Just don’t wait for a corporation to tell you it’s okay to not be okay. 

When Chris Cornell died I was so shocked. Of all the grunge icons he seemed the most stable, and he'd survived the rise and fall of two major label rock bands. If anyone had survived the media machine that chewed up and spat out Staley, Cobain, and to a lesser extent Andrew Wood and Shannon Hoon, it was Cornell. He would be the last guy to support hashtag activism like #StarbucksMyLifeSucks. Chris Cornell actually loved to fuck with the best laid plans of corporate rats. Molson once had a few promotional concerts in Tuktoyaktuk, Northwest Territories, called Molson Canadian Rocks Arctic, with both Hole and Soundgarden playing to a crowd of flown-in grunge fans and bemused locals. But the whole anti-corporate thing grunge was known for actually came through when Courtney Love told the crowd she “use[d] Molson Canadian to douche.” Lol. Here’s a photo of Love arriving in Tuktoyatuk.

Cornell told the same people “so we’re here because of some beer company? Labatt’s?” Both artists’ jabs are funny. Cornell’s was a bit more subtle, but that’s what Cornell was like. 

So today’s post is about Chris Cornell’s suicide, more specifically the media’s reaction to it. For whatever reason, when Cornell died, every single news outlet, from CNN to Fox to CBC, posted “Black Hole Sun,” as if it’s the only song he ever fucking wrote, or – and this is far worse – the only song he wrote that’s worth hearing. The problem with this is more than twofold or threefold. It's fucking hydraheaded. 

Not only is “Black Hole Sun” a mediocre piece of music, it’s a complete misrepresentation of Soundgarden’s sound. 

Now, I’m a huge fan of the A.V. Club series HateSong, in which public figures gleefully talk shit about the one song they hate more than any other song in the world. The Max Bemis (Say Anything) one where he talks about Nirvana’s “Rape Me” as a terrible rewrite of “Smells Like Teen Spirit” is terrific, but comedian Anthony Jeselnik’s HateSong takes “Black Hole Sun” apart, and I love it. I think the best line is: I think the more I hear it, the worse it gets. AVC: After the song became a huge hit, Chris Cornell said that he’d written it in about 15 minutes. AJ: I totally believe that. I don’t believe that Soundgarden likes that song. Like, I remember Eminem once said that he knew his song “My Name Is” was going to be a huge hit because the first time he heard it he was annoyed. It’s something about an annoying song that just grabs onto people. But I don’t think that anyone likes “Black Hole Sun.” I’ve never heard of anyone who likes it. I don’t understand why it gets played so much. It’s become a summer jam, and it’s not a summer song at all. Jeselnik is right that Soundgarden didn’t think much of the song. Guitarist Kim Thayil wasn’t kidding when he disparagingly called it the “Dream On” of their live show. And Cornell himself, known for a meticulous approach to his songwriting, had admitted that with “Black Hole Sun”was “probably the closest to me just playing with words for words’ sake, of anything I’ve written. I guess it worked for a lot of people who heard it, but I have no idea how you'd begin to take that one literally.” I mean it’s obvious from the opening lines that Cornell is just playing with words and how they sound: in my eyes/indisposed/in disguises no one knows What songs would have been more appropriate for Cornell’s untimely death? Glad you asked! Cuz there’s like…fucking at least ten that would have been better. I’m not tryna be one of those “the deep album cuts are better maaaaaan,” but with Soundgarden, it happens to be true. With some bands, the single are their best work. With other bands, the singles are the hors d’oeuvres for the entrees. So what deep cuts would have celebrated Cornell’s death a bit better? Well, to begin with, Superunknown’s strange and stately closer “Like Suicide” would have worked, for obvious reasons.

“Tighter and Tighter,” a song that is actually about the moment of death and what it might feel like, is one of my all-time fav Soundgarden songs. Not only is it a creepy and prescient prediction of what Cornell’s death by hanging himself may have felt like, it’s opening line is a good description of the personification of death: Shadow face/Blowing smoke and talking wind

Another sample lyric: “A sucking holy wind will take me from this bed tonight/and bloody wits another hits me and I have to say goodbye/sleep tight for me, I’m gone/and I hope it’s  a sweet ride/here for me tonight/cuz I’m feel I’m going/feel I’m slowing down.” 

The morning after Cornell’s death hit the news my buddy and bandmate James told me that en route to work his phone, which was playing music randomly through his car speakers, landed on “Tighter and Tighter” and he had to pull over because he was tearing up. 

“Fell On Black Days” is another song about depression and mortality. Cornell had the following to say about the song: “Fell on Black Days” was like this ongoing fear I’ve had for years ... It's a feeling that everyone gets. You're happy with your life, everything’s going well, things are exciting—when all of a sudden you realize you’re unhappy in the extreme, to the point of being really, really scared. There's no particular event you can pin the feeling down to, it's just that you realize one day that everything in your life is fucked! 

Now, if that’s not a cogent and even-tempered explanation of suicidal thoughts, what is? Why else would Cornell have admitted to being “really really scared” by his depression unless he knew what that depression could ultimately leasd to? Here’s some lyrics to “Fell on Black Days.” Dig the high literary use of “whomsoever” and “whatsoever.” Whatsoever I’ve feared has come to life Whatsoever I fought off became my life Just when every day seemed to greet me with a smile sunspots have faded and now I’m doing time cuz I fell on black days

Whomsoever I’ve cured I’ve sickened now Whomsoever I’ve cradled...I put you down I’m a searchlight soul they say but I can’t see it in the night I’m only faking when I get it right I sure don’t mind a change but I fell on black days how would I know that this could be my fate?

Eagle-eared listeners might think this version different from the album version. They are right. The rendition in the video was recorded live off the floor @ Bad Animals, the Seattle studio owned by Heart, where Soundgarden would record Down on the Upside. 

“Boot Camp” is a scary meditation about loss of agency that for years was tied with Zeppelin’s “I'm Gonna Crawl” for Creepiest Song to Cap a Discography, until Soundgarden reunited and released King Animal.

“Taree” is about ghost light, influencing events after dying and features Cornell’s most exhausted, convincing “yeah” @ 2:57.

“Applebite” is a Matt Cameron-penned ponderous clunker about Adam’s original expulsion from Eden. Doomy and death-laden.

“Let Me Drown” is a song about letting someone die.

“The Day I Tried To Live” is frequently cited as Soundgarden’s finest achievement, its odd time signature somehow sounds straight, thanks to Matt Cameron’s brilliant time keeping.

“4th of July” is a song about a post apocalyptic urban landscape, where the speaker isn’t sure whether he is seeing fireworks or bombs. 

“Limo Wreck” is a cool death song and has an eerie 9-11 prediction. “Building the towers belongs to the sky/when the whole thing comes crashing down don’t ask me why.” 

ANY of the above songs would have been better than that fucking asinine dirge-like major key fuckaround that has somehow not just become Soundgarden's signature song...but their ONLY song. 

Does nobody remember Johnny Cash covering “Rusty Cage?” 

“Outshined?”

“Burden In My Hand?”

“Blow Up The Outside World?”

Did none of these other songs get stuck in the electric head? (The electric head is Rob Zombie’s term for the technologically advanced culture we have found ourselves enmeshed in, or imprisoned by. It was the subtitle for White Zombie’s 1995 hit album Astro-Creep 2000: Songs of Love, Destruction, and other Synthetic Delusions of the Electric Head.)

For my money (which ain’t much honey), the song that best fits both Cornell’s artistic integrity and the sad circumstances of his suicide is “Tighter and Tighter.” I once wrote a whole article on the way artists use “yeah” as a placeholder or as a way to convey emotion when words themselves aren’t adequate. Dig that tired, world-weary exhausted “yeah” at 5:35 of “Tighter & Tighter.”

Or the creepy line going into the first chorus: remember this...remember everything’s just black or burning sun. Not that I agree with such a bleak worldview. It’s a writer’s line. And Randy Bachman has said, “when you’re a writer, you’d step over your own mother.” That’s the Cornell I want to remember. Not that he would step over his own mother. By all accounts he was a committed family man. I mean, I want to remember the Cornell who created strange atmospheric sonic worlds, who explored the dark side that sadly, eventually won out. His otherworldly beautiful music is what I choose to remember about Chris Cornell, not his estate tastelessly exploiting “Black Hole Sun” by using a line from the song to title a posthumous Cornell album of covers No One Sings Like You Anymore. Sigh.

First Cornell’s widow said this was “Chris’s last album.” Okay. What about the Soundgarden songs he recorded vocals for before he died? Kim Thayil was pretty diplomatic about it when asked recently. Cornell did record vocal tracks for the follow up to King Animal.

Kim Thayil: “Given our love for Chris, I do not see us reconfiguring without him.”

But he makes it clear in this interview that Cornell’s widow Vicky has those tracks and won’t release them to the band. Maybe because she blames the band for Chris dying that night? She’s not wrong to believe that they would have known, and seen, what kind of shape Cornell was in, at least at the venue, maybe not later at the hotel.

Kim Thayil: “It’s entirely possible that a new Soundgarden album will be released. Certainly. All it would need is to take the audio files that are available. I tighten up the guitars. Ben does the bass. We get the producers we want to make it sound like a Soundgarden record.”

Interviewer: “Is there an obstacle stopping that?”

Kim Thayil: “There shouldn’t be. There really isn’t. Other than the fact that we don’t have those files.”

Interviewer: “They’re not under your auspices?”

Kim Thayil: “Right. It would be ridiculous if [the record wasn’t made]. But these are difficult things. Partnerships and...property.”

You’re just gonna keep those wav files? And why title his covers album Volume 1 if it’s his “last album?”

Oh right. $$$

No one does sing like Cornell, but is “Black Hole Sun” really the best thing he ever did? The best song he ever sang? Should an album of covers be the last thing he gives to the world?

The only honest answer is no.

Sleep tight Chris. You’re gone.

[fanfeline]

overly detailed explanations of historical figures without any context: part 3/?

part 1 with explanation part 2

N [cousin]: I don’t CARE. Okay, so- [picture loads] oh my lordy-lord. Okay-

A [me]: Okay, this is the anonymous portrait, it’s the one that literally everyone knows. All right.

N: Ooo, Maximilien! Like the horse from Tangled!

A: *laughs*

N: Oh no, that’s Maximus.

A: Already off to a great start.

N: You know, I’m gonna call him “the horse from Tangled.”

A: Okay?!

N: He looks like the horse from Tangled.

A: *high-pitched and very quiet* I don’t know how to respond to this.

N: This...fucker...is an actor for sure.

A: *noise*

N: Like, he’s a prestigious actor too. He’s one of those guys - sorry I do musical theater, so you’re about to hear some major tea - he’s one of those guys who forgets their lines all the time, and they’re like *high annoying voice* “I’m off-book!” Like no, you’re not off book, you just forgot your script. And you’re like BSing your way out of this. You miss your cues, forget your lines...like, what are you sayyying? Like, that’s not your line. And then, no, and then they have to be like, they have the audacity to-

A: *sarcastically* L’audace.

N: When someone else misses their cue, who’s actually off-book. Right? Aka me, misses their cue just ONCE, but they’re a great actor, you go off. They just stop everyone and just go, *high annoying voice again* “Everyone, as a PSA, if you’re off-book, be off-book. Know your cues, and know your lines. If you don’t know your cues and your lines, BRING YOUR BOOK.”

*musical theater rant*

A: So, you’re into fashion, what do you think of his sense of clothing right now?

N: Beetlejuice.

A: *laughing* Is that- do you have any other comments?

N: No. The collar is so high.

A: Oh, that’s nothing, man.

N: And the colors remind me of, like, a ‘70s bedroom.

A: Kay? Okay.

N: Not the master bedroom. Like a kid’s bedroom. Not necessarily like a kid’s bedroom, but a guest bedroom, you know like the one you wouldn’t sleep in. But you would stick your old grandfather in there, cause you don’t care about him. Um...love you Grandpa! His tie….see, that’s where I think he’s an actor that shows off too much. Cause that tie is too much, baby. He’s like-

A: I regret to inform you that that was pretty standard.

N: He’s like, no but if this was 2019, he’d be showing off. He’d be like, flexing, it would be like him wearing three pairs of Airpods, all jammed in his ear. That’s how much flexing. And like, all Supreme stuff. Air Jordans-

A: Ohhhh god.

N: Fucking flexing on everyone. And he’s like, blasting “Old Town Road.”

A: Someone with talent draw this please.

N: Or XXXTentacion. He’s a classic middle-school guy.

A: Someone with art skill that’s not me please draw this.

N: He looks so rich. Look at that chin, oh my god, he’s got like a whole separate chin. He has a whole separate section for his jaw!

A: That hurts a lot more than you mean it to!

N: Why? Does he get his jaw cut off?

A: *silence* [quietly, silently mourning]

N: Is he self-conscious about his jaw? He should be, it looks bad. And, um, his lips, he definitely puts on Burt’s Bees. Like, tinted chapstick?

A: *noises*

N: Because he stole his older sister’s. His eyebrows, uh, there’s this thing called Anastasia Brow Kit, from Sephora? Get one. What is that in his hair? Is that like, a maggot? Is that a piercing?

A: It’s a fucking powdered wig, what do you want me to tell you?

N: Is it a maggot?

A: No?!

N: Then why is there a little black dot?

A: Ask the painter, not me? I don’t know who the painter is, actually. I’m gonna be honest.

N: *quiet* What the fuck maaaaaan, why are his ears so small? His ears are tiny. Makes my ears look like frickin’ Dumbo up in here.

A: Okay, do you have any further comments before I reveal something to you?

N: His receding hairline- on par.

A: How old do you think he is?

N: Oh, definitely like...midlife crisis.

A: No, I need words, give me numbers.

N: Forty-six and nine months.

A: Okay. Can I tell you something? You’ve actually seen this man twice already.

N: Oh my god, what the fuck, is this the transgender spy?

A: For the record, my brilliant acquaintance thinks that Eleonore Duplay is actually disguised as this man [as the Adelaïde portrait of Robespierre].

N: Okay, listen. She, like, she goes undercover-

A: I don’t know how to tell her.

N: Her kids think she’s like a nice lawyer who never has time for family.

A: So mean.

N: But actually, she’s an undercover spy guy.

A: Yeah, as you can tell, this has been going great.

N: I’m falling off my rocker.

A: You’re already off your rocker.

N: *laughs* I’m falling off my bed. What’s his name again?

A: Maximilien Robespierre. I hope I pronounced that right.

N: What about Jake Paul?

A: Jean-Paul Marat? That is NOT the same person. This is not Marat!

N: That’s a wrap on the horse from Tangled! ...no, press where the home button would be. Why do I have to teach you how to technology?

A: Because there’s no buttons! There’s no more buttons! [Ari vs. phone]

N: Yeah, it’s sleek.

A: There’s no- it’s useless, there’s no buttons.

N: No, it’s not useless, it’s sleek, it’s fashion. Okay, goodbye.

- end -

[kawaiikichi]

Jealous on Main (Saiouma)

Jealous Shuichi request for Anon! I figured I’d post this before heading to bed, seeing as I finished it about an hour or so ago. I hope you like it and let me know if you would anything changed/edited! :D

Based off of the request below:

Title: Jealous on Main

Summary: Shuichi has a crush on Kokichi, but feels like he doesn’t have a chance with him, so he watches the supreme leader from afar. However, the more he sees Kokichi interacting with a certain green-haired male, the more jealous he gets...

One-Shot Notes: This takes place in Prison Mode, where the students choose to coexist with each other for the rest of their lives rather than participate in the killing game; I may or may not have thrown in another one of my personal headcanons where Kokichi calls Shuichi “Shuu-chan” because he gets embarrassed easily whenever he says Shuichi

One-shot is under the cut!

Having a crush on someone like Kokichi Ouma was quite the experience, Shuichi realized.

The supreme leader was a total enigma, making sure that he kept his heavy facade up at all times as he spun his web of lies and caused mayhem among the rest of the students at the Academy of Gifted Juveniles.

Even so, Shuichi found himself falling for him.

It was those rare moments where he would let himself be vulnerable around him and those genuine smiles and laughs that came up once in a blue moon that had Shuichi utterly head over heels for him.

But, it didn’t seem like the supreme leader felt the same way. Sure, he would casually call him his “beloved Saihara-chan” and say that he’s fallen for him, but he would always say that it was a lie in the end. Not only that, he was quite chummy with some of the other classmates, particularly Rantaro.

With how close Kokichi was with Rantaro, Shuichi felt like he had no chance with the supreme leader. So, he chose to watch him from afar.

He could deal with it. He could keep his emotions in check. He could make sure he doesn’t get too jealous whenever Kokichi hung out with Rantaro.

But, just how much could he take before it all blew up in his face?

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Everyone had decided to hang out in Kaede’s lab one day, playing board and card games while Kaede played on the piano.

“Aaaaaaaargh, this game sucks!” Miu flipped over the Monopoly board in anger. “Let’s play something else!” she barked out.

“Alright, then. What do you suggest?” Korekiyo asked.

Shuichi grabbed for his glass of water as a devious grin spread across Miu’s lips.

“Let’s play Fuck, Marry, or Kill.” she suggested.

“H-Huh?!” Keebo gawked at her in shock. “Why that game?!” he asked.

“Why not?!” she looked at Keebo, who was sitting beside Shuichi. “What, you chicken?” she teased.

“I...! I’m not a chicken!” Keebo exclaimed.

“Maaaaaan, you sure are dumb, you good-for-nothing slut!”

Shuichi tensed as he felt Kokichi press his chest against his back, his arms slinging themselves over Shuichi’s shoulders as he pressed his cheek to the side of his head. His heart skipped a beat as Kokichi sighed, his breath hitting the shell of his ear.

“Keebaby can’t be a robot and a chicken at the same time! Oh wait, I guess he can. We’d all just call him Robo-Chicken, then!” Kokichi chirped.

“That is seriously robophobic, Ouma-kun!” Keebo complained.

Kokichi let out his signature ‘nishishi’.

“Maaaaaaaan, you seriously need to learn how to have more fun, Keebaby! Or is that something robots can’t do?” he asked.

“Guh...! Stop bullying me!” Keebo whined.

“Ouma-kun, maybe you can tone down the comments a little?” Shuichi suggested.

“Noooooooope~!” Kokichi chirped before releasing him and skipping over to Rantaro, who was playing Jenga with Himiko and Tenko.

Shuichi swallowed as he watched Kokichi tackle Rantaro from behind, causing him to tip forward and knock down the Jenga tower.

He wished that Kokichi stayed with him for just a little longer.

Tenko began scolding Rantaro for knocking down the tower, calling him a “degenerate avocado” as he apologized for knocking the tower down. Kokichi giggled, slinging his arms over Rantaro’s shoulders and pressing his cheek to the side of his head. The action caused Shuichi to bite his lip, jealousy bubbling up inside of him.

You just did that to me and now you’re doing it with him, he thought to himself.

“Oi! Shittyhara!” Miu snapped her fingers in his face, pulling him out of his thoughts. “You game or what?!” she asked.

“Huh? Ah...I guess I am...” Shuichi trailed off.

“Keh, seems like you’ve got guts every once in a while.” she commented.

“What is that supposed to mean...?” Shuichi mumbled as Miu stood, cupping her hands around her mouth.

“Hey, losers! Listen up! We’re gonna play some good old Fuck, Marry, or Kill!” she hollered.

“Heh?! What kind of game is that?!” Gonta exclaimed in horror.

“A fun one! Now then, let’s tweak it a bit. We’re gonna do Fuck, Kill, Marry, or Pass!” Miu looked over at Kirumi. “Oi, Toujou! Write everyone’s names on some slips of paper! Do four for each person!” she said.

“I’ll get to work on it right away.” she said as she went to get a pen and some pieces of paper.

“Everyone come sit over here!” Miu hollered.

“I wanna keep playing the piano, though...” Kaede trailed off.

“Then, keep playing it, Bakamatsu!” Miu barked out.

“O-Okay!” Kaede responded as she began to play another song.

Everyone came over to where Miu, Shuichi, Keebo, and Korekiyo were. Shuichi watched as Kokichi plopped down beside Rantaro.

There he goes again, acting all close with Amami-kun, he thought to himself.

He felt the jealousy continue to bubble up as Kirumi finished with the slips of paper and threw them into a plastic bowl.

“I have finished with the papers.” she said, handing the bowl to Miu.

“Good! Now, the rules are simple. One person will go at a time. They will draw a slip of paper out from the bowl and unfold it to see who they got. Then, they will tell us whether they would fuck, kill, pass, or marry that person. After they do that, the next person is selected and we go through the same thing again.” Miu explained.

“Ah! That sounds simple enough!” Tenko declared.

“Nyeh...I kinda don’t wanna do this...” Himiko mumbled tiredly.

“Come on, Yumeno-san! Tenko thinks it’ll be fun!” Tenko chirped.

Himiko sighed.

“Whatever...” she trailed off.

“Alright! Who would like to go first?” Miu asked as she waved the bowl around.

“I’ll take it.” Korekiyo spoke up, snatching the bowl from her.

He reached into the bowl and pulled out a slip of paper, unfolding it.

“Oh my. The person I got is Yonaga-san.” he began to think. “Hm...if I had to choose, I would say kill.” he said.

“Ohoh? And why would you want to kill Angie?” Angie asked as she played with her ponytail.

“Quite frankly, you are really annoying and I would like nothing more than for you to shut up...permanently.” Korekiyo explained.

“Is that so! Well, I hope that once you accomplish that, Atua punishes you accordingly!” Angie chirped.

“Wait, wait, hold on a minute! Why in the world are you okay with that?!” Tenko screeched.

“Because I know Atua will be there with me, even in the afterlife!” Angie replied.

“Gosh, you are so weird!” Tenko exclaimed as Korekiyo handed the bowl to Tsumugi.

“Oh, it’s my turn.” she reached in and pulled out a slip of paper. “Ah, I got Akamatsu-san!” she chirped.

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as she spoke.

“Hm...I would have to say marry, if I’m being honest.” she said.

“What?!” Kaede slammed down on the keys a little harder than she intended to. “You would marry me?!” she exclaimed in surprise.

“I would, yeah! I mean, I think you’d make a perfect housewife!” Tsumugi said.

“I...I don’t swing that way, though!” Kaede exclaimed.

Tsumugi giggled.

“I know you don’t. It’s just a joke.” she said.

“Alright! Lemme see that bowl!” Miu hollered as she snatched the bowl from her. She stuck her hand into the bowl and pulled out a slip of paper. She unfolded it and a grin spread across her lips.

“Oh, I like this one! I got Keebo!” she declared.

“Huh?! Me?!” Keebo exclaimed in shock.

“Yeah, you! Now, the answer is quite obvious: I would defs fuck him!” she said.

“Wh-What?!” Keebo squawked.

“Oh my.” Korekiyo remarked.

“Oh great. She’s at it again.” Kokichi drawled, twirling some hair around his finger as Miu began to drool.

“I mean, Keebo is pretty darn attractive! Plus, having sex with a robot is something you don’t get to do often! Imagine what could happen if I do...” she trailed off.

“Uwaaaaaaah! I...Iruma-san, you’re scaring me!” Keebo exclaimed.

“Ugh, keep your damn trap shut, you good for nothing cum dumpster! None of us want to know about your disgusting sexual fantasies involving robots!” Kokichi barked out.

Miu squealed, writhing about in her seat as Ryoma sighed.

“I’ll go next.” he said as he took the bowl.

They continued playing for about half an hour. When it was Shuichi’s turn, he had said that he would kill Tsumugi (“You just seem like someone who would try and cook up evil, so before you cause trouble, I’ll get rid of you,” was his response when she demanded that he tell her why he would kill her) before giving the bowl to Kaede.

The bowl eventually landed in Kokichi’s lap.

“It’s my turn now~!” he chirped as he stuck his hand into the bowl.

He moved his hand around in it for a bit, a grin spreading across his lips.

“Oi! Cut it out with the suspense already and pull one out!” Miu snapped.

“Shut it, you dumb bimbo!” Kokichi snapped back as he pulled a piece of paper out and unfolded it.

Shuichi watched him as Kokichi smiled.

“I got Amami-chan!” he chirped.

“Oh, me?” Rantaro questioned in surprise.

“Yup! Ah, this one’s gonna be hard...” he trailed off.

As he tapped his finger against his chin, Shuichi began to think.

Please say pass, please say pass, please say pass, he silently prayed.

“Okay, I think I’m gonna say fuck!” Kokichi declared.

Shuichi could only watch him in surprise as Rantaro spoke, a bewildered look on his face.

“You would really want to do that with me?” Rantaro chuckled. “You’re like a little brother to me, though.” he pointed out.

“Heh?! I can’t?! But...” Kokichi pressed himself against Rantaro. “You’re really attractive, Amami-chan. I’m pretty sure some people would kill just to get a piece of you. I mean, you’ve got such a pretty face, beautiful eyes, killer piercings, and really nice lips...” Kokichi trailed off.

Shuichi’s hands clenched into fists as he watched Kokichi and Rantaro interact. He barely registered hearing Kaito ask him if he was okay as his jealousy threatened to rear its ugly head.

If he was being quite frank, watching them interact was becoming very annoying.

“Hey, Ouma-kun?” he called out.

“Hm?” Kokichi hummed out in response.

“If you’re done, can we move on to the next person?” he requested, his eyebrow twitching.

“Alright then~!” Kokichi singsonged before dropping the bowl in Rantaro’s lap.

Shuichi lowered his gaze to the ground as various thoughts swirled about in his mind.

Oh my god, was I actually about to let my jealousy get the better of me? Come on, Shuichi! You’re supposed to be more composed than this, he scolded himself.

After Rantaro went, they started over again. Sooner or later, the bowl was given to Kokichi.

“My turn again~!” he declared as he stuck his hand in and pulled out a slip of paper.

He unfolded it and a mischievous look washed over his face.

“Ohoh? I got Saihara-chan!” he exclaimed.

Shuichi’s heart leapt at the sound of his name.

He got me? I wonder what he’s going to pick, he wondered to himself.

“Hm...I think I’ll pass~” he said.

Shuichi eyed Kokichi in surprise.

Huh?

“What?! Pass?!” Miu exclaimed.

“Gosh, clean your ears out, you nasty pig! I said pass! I ain’t gonna repeat myself again!” Kokichi snapped.

“Pass, huh...” Shuichi muttered under his breath.

I’m not someone he’d marry, kill, or do it with...I’m a total pass entirely, he thought to himself.

He watched as Kokichi handed the bowl to Rantaro, giggling as their hands brushed.

I knew it. I don’t have a chance with him. He looks like he’s more interested in Amami-kun, anyway, he thought to himself.

“I’m gonna step out for a bit.” he muttered out before standing up and heading out of the room.

He pretended that he didn’t hear Kaito calling out to him as he stepped out and closed the door behind him.

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Shuichi found himself seated at one of the benches under the flower-covered trellis outside.

“Oh gosh, I feel like an idiot...” he muttered.

“Is that so? Then, may I tell you about something that may be of interest to you?”

Shuichi’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked to see Monobear standing beside him.

“Monobear...” he trailed off.

“Upupupu~! It is indeed me, your beloved headmaster! Now, to the matter at hand...” the monochromatic bear pulled out a circular object. “Take it!” it said, shoving it into Shuichi’s hands.

“What the...?! What in the world did you give me?!” Shuichi asked.

“Oh, it’s just a little gift from me to you.” Monobear replied.

Shuichi looked down and saw that it was sticker with Monobear on it along with the words, “I’m sorry, I was born stupid,” written in hot pink letters. His eyebrow twitched as he reread the sentence on the sticker.

This blasted bear...! He’s mocking me, he thought to himself.

“I don’t need this! Take it back!” Shuichi snapped angrily, turning to face Monobear.

However, Monobear had already left. Shuichi gritted his teeth, crushing the sticker in his hand as he stood up.

“God fricking...!” he growled out as he chucked the sticker into the distance.

He released a loud sigh as he dropped back down onto the bench, resting his head on the table.

I’m so pathetic, he thought to himself.

He felt something poking at his shoulder.

“Go away, Monobear...” he mumbled.

His shoulder was poked at again.

“I said go away.” he said.

The poking at his shoulder became more persistent. Shuichi’s eyebrow twitched.

Can’t that stupid bear take a hint, he asked himself.

“What did I tell you?! Leave me alone, you annoying bear!” he snapped as he shrugged them off and stood up from his seat, whirling around to face the bear so that he could show him what for.

Instead, he came face to face with a slightly taken aback Kokichi. His breath caught in his throat as he watched the supreme leader slowly withdraw his hand.

“Ah...Ouma-kun...” he reached up to tug down on the brim of his cap. “Sorry for shrugging you off like that...I’m sure I must’ve surprised you like that...” he murmured.

“Oh no, I wasn’t surprised by your sudden outburst, so you’re fine. However!” Kokichi pointed an accusatory finger at the detective. “You should apologize for calling me Monobear! I’m nothing like that obnoxious bear!” he snapped.

“Ah! I’m sorry for calling you Monobear!” Shuichi exclaimed.

“Geeeeeeeeez, Saihara-chan!” Kokichi crossed his arms over his chest, puffing his cheeks out in a pout. “You offend me.” he said.

“I told you that I’m sorry...” he dropped his hand down to his side. “Anyway, what are you doing out here?” he asked.

“I came out here for a stroll.” Kokichi replied.

“That sounds like a lie.” Shuichi deadpanned.

“Nishishi~! You totally got me! That was indeed a lie!” Kokichi declared.

Shuichi’s heart raced as Kokichi took a step towards him, leaning forward so that he was up in his face.

“You see, I came to find you because you looked all glum and stuff.” he said.

“Ah...I see...” Shuichi trailed off, his cheeks growing warm.

He sat back down on the bench, hoping that the blush would go away as Kokichi sat down beside him, a wide grin on his face.

“So? What’s got you down? You stepped out shortly after my turn in the game.” Kokichi asked.

“I just wanted to get some fresh air.” Shuichi replied.

“Fresh air, huh...” Kokichi trailed off.

He reached up to twirl some hair around his finger, swinging his legs back and forth.

“Nice try, Saihara-chan, but that was one terrible lie.” he looked over at Shuichi. “Care to tell me the real reason why? Or should I guess for you?” he asked.

Shuichi stayed silent, lowering his gaze to his lap.

“Okay, I’m gonna take a guess. You got all butthurt over what I said earlier in the room about how I would pass on you. Now, if that’s what it was, I’m sorry if I offended you. I didn’t mean for it to come off as mean.” Kokichi apologized.

“That...that’s not what it is...” Shuichi mumbled.

“Hm? Then, what exactly is it?” Kokichi asked.

“It’s nothing! You don’t need to worry about it! Just...go back and hang out with Amami-kun or something...” Shuichi trailed off.

“Hm? I can’t exactly do that, especially since you said something that interests me.” Kokichi blinked up at him. “You could’ve told me to go back and hang out with the others, but you specifically said Amami-chan’s name.” he commented.

Shuichi felt his breath catch in his throat. Oh shit.

Did I really say that, he began to mentally panic as Kokichi continued.

“So, this leads me to think that there’s something bigger going on here. Care to enlighten me, Saihara-chan?” he asked.

“I...” Shuichi trailed off.

Shuichi jumped as he felt Kokichi place his hand on his leg.

“You can tell me. I don’t plan on going around and telling everyone.” Kokichi said.

“That sounds like a lie.” Shuichi commented.

“I can tell you right now that it’s not, I swear on my top secret organization.” Shuichi glanced out of the corner, watching as Kokichi imitated zipping his mouth shut, locking it, and throwing away the key. “Promise.” he said.

Shuichi looked away, sighing.

“It’s just...I’m irritated.” he said.

“Irritated? About what?” Kokichi asked.

“Just...things.” Shuichi replied.

“Things? Like, what kind of things?”

“I told you already. Just things.”

Kokichi’s brows furrowed.

“That’s not helping. You need to be more specific.” he said.

“I don’t want to be more specific, though!” Shuichi complained.

“Well, I can’t figure out what’s up if you don’t tell me!” Kokichi pointed out.

“It’s just...irritating! I don’t like how close you are with Amami-kun!” Shuichi exclaimed.

Kokichi blinked his eyes twice.

“Oh?” he said.

“Actually...I don’t like it when you two interact! I wish you would stop talking and clinging onto him so much!” Shuichi said.

“Why’s that, Saihara-chan?” Kokichi asked.

“It’s because I—“ Shuichi drew in a sharp gasp once he realized what he was about to say.

Kokichi tilted his head to the side, eyeing him curiously.

“It’s because you...?” Kokichi trailed off.

Shuichi’s hands flew over his mouth.

Oh my god, was I seriously about to tell him that I love him?! What is wrong with me, he asked himself.

“Just forget I said anything!” Shuichi snapped as he stood up from his seat and he began to walk to the dormitory.

“Huh?! When you put it like that, I don’t think I can!” Kokichi stood up, as well. “Tell me, Saihara-chan!” he shouted.

“I told you to just forget I said anything!” Shuichi shouted back.

He pushed the door open and began to make his way over to his room.

If he stayed out any longer, he feared that his feelings were going to overtake him and spill out.

He needed to get away.

He fumbled for his keys as the door opened.

“Mister Shuichi Saihara, you are NOT going to get away from me!” Kokichi marched over to him and grabbed his arm, whirling Shuichi around. “If you think you can just walk off after saying something like that, you are terribly mistaken, Mister Detective!” Kokichi snapped, jabbing his index finger into Shuichi’s chest.

Shuichi swallowed as Kokichi continued, his eyes trained on the supreme leader’s lips all the while.

“It’s rare for you to be so demanding! Telling me that I should stop talking and getting close with Amami-chan? I mean, I can hang out with whoever I feel like hanging out with and I can get close to whoever I feel like wanting to get close to, but if it’s bothering you so much that you feel the need to say those things to me, then I would at least like to know why.” Kokichi stared at Shuichi. “Why does it bother you so mu—“

Shuichi felt his emotions spill out as he reached out towards Kokichi, grabbing him by the cheeks and pulling him into a kiss. He could feel Kokichi gasp against his lips as he kissed him, the world beginning to melt away.

He pulled away from the kiss a few minutes later, watching the dumbfounded look that washed over Kokichi’s face.

“Saihara-chan—“

“It’s because I like you, Ouma-kun! Actually, saying that I like you is just putting it lightly. I am head over heels, totally in love with you. The reason why I don’t want you to hang around Amami-kun is because I get jealous! I want you to hang out with me and only me...” his cheeks burned in embarrassment as he tugged the brim of his cap down to hide his face from view. “Gosh, I don’t even know why I’m confessing to you when I know I don’t have a chance with you. It’s obvious by the way you act that you like Amami-kun, anywa—“

“Stop talking.”

“Huh?” Shuichi slowly lifted his gaze upward. “Ouma-ku—“ that was when he was backed up against the door to his room, Kokichi grabbing for his face and closing the distance between them.

Shuichi’s eyes widened as their lips came together in a kiss. Kokichi pressed himself against him, letting his fingers slip into Shuichi’s locks. Shuichi sighed against his lips, eyes fluttering shut as he kissed back.

Kokichi’s tongue slithered out and he licked at Shuichi’s lips. Before Shuichi could part his lips to let Kokichi slip his tongue inside, the supreme leader pulled away.

“Saihara-chan, you’re quite funny.” he commented.

“Huh? What do you mean?” Shuichi asked.

“You said that you feel like you have no chance with me. I find it very amusing that you think so.” Kokichi threw his hands onto his hips. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you to finally make a move on me?” he asked.

“I don’t know, how long exac—wait a minute.” Shuichi blinked his eyes. “What did you just say?” he asked.

“I asked if you knew how long I’ve been waiting for you to finally make a move on me.” Kokichi sighed. “Do I really need to spell it out for you? I feel the same way about you.” he said.

“You...feel the same way...” Shuichi trailed off.

“Yes, I do. I only got close to Amami-kun to push you to act.” Kokichi explained.

“Wait, so you knew that I had feelings for you all this time?!” Shuichi exclaimed in shock.

“Yeah, I did!” Kokichi replied.

“Then...why didn’t you say anything if you like me, too?!” Shuichi asked.

“That’s because I wanted to hear it from you first! Besides...being the first one to confess is so not my style...” Kokichi mumbled as he reached up to twirl some hair around his fingers, his cheeks slowly taking on a pink hue.

Shuichi watched Kokichi for a couple of minutes before bursting into laughter.

“O-Oi! Don’t laugh at me! It’s not funny!” Kokichi complained, the blush on his cheeks deepening.

The supreme leader poured as Shuichi’s laughter began to die down.

“I’m sorry...it’s just that that’s so you, Ouma-kun...” Shuichi trailed off.

“Ah! There’s no need for you to call me that anymore! Seeing as we’re dating now, I think we should start calling each other by our first names.” Kokichi looked up at Shuichi. “What do you think?” he suggested.

“Yeah...” Shuichi murmured.

“You go first.” Kokichi said.

“Okay...uh...” Shuichi swallowed, noting how Kokichi was watching him expectantly. “Ko...Kokichi...” he mumbled out.

Kokichi stated at him with a blank expression, his face giving away zero emotion. He then watched as Kokichi lowered his gaze.

“That...actually sounds nice...” he murmured.

“Okay, I said it. It’s your turn now.” Shuichi said.

“Okay...” Kokichi tugged at the hem of his shirt. “Shu...” he trailed off.

Kokichi glanced up at Shuichi, their eyes meeting for a split second before he lowered his gaze again.

“Shu...Shui...” Shuichi noticed how Kokichi’s cheeks were beginning to turn red. “Shuu-chan...” he trailed off.

He looked up at him.

“Shuu-chan.” Kokichi repeated.

“That’s cheating. You didn’t even say my full name.” Shuichi stated bluntly.

“I can’t help it, okay?! It’s just...I’ve never had to do something like that before...” the blush on his cheeks deepened. “It’s going to take me a while before I can actually say it...” Kokichi trailed off.

“Okay. Then, we can take it slow. You can call me that and I’ll call you by a shortened version of your name, as well. Once you’re ready, I’ll start calling you by your name.” Shuichi said.

“Alright. What do you plan on calling me, Shuu-chan?” Kokichi asked.

“Hm...how about Kichi?” Shuichi suggested.

“I like that. So, you can call me that and I’ll call you Shuu-chan.” Kokichi said.

“Deal.” Shuichi pulled Kokichi close to him. “I love you, Kichi.” he said.

Kokichi smiled.

“I do too, Shuu-chan.” he replied as Shuichi closed the distance between them again, letting the world melt away and losing himself in Shuichi.

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could've kept my love

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2X9ueX5

by seungkwansbff

Eddie is a detective given the task of breaking up a highly dangerous drug ring bothering inner city New York, but an annoying cop continues showing up to his busts and fucking them up. Maybe Eddie finds the police officer attractive and maybe he values life, so he vows to ignore the cop and his feelings. But the cop just keeps showing up.

 or, maaaaaan detective eddie and cop richie there's not much more to it than that amirite

Words: 3986, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: IT (2017)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier, Bill Denbrough, Mike Hanlon, Stanley Uris, Beverly Marsh, Ben Hanscom, Henry Bowers's Gang (IT)

Relationships: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Bill Denbrough & Richie Tozier, Mike Hanlon/Stanley Uris, Richie Tozier & Stanley Uris, Eddie Kaspbrak & Beverly Marsh, Ben Hanscom & Eddie Kaspbrak, Ben Hanscom/Beverly Marsh

Additional Tags: medium burn??, Eventual Smut, Richie Tozier is a Little Shit, police officer richie, Detective Eddie, Drugs, not the fun kind either, bill i'm sorry but uhhh, Violence, Major Character Injury, Bottom Richie Tozier, minor stanlon but it is beautiful, Richie Tozier Flirts, Dialogue Heavy, Drug Busts, Drug Dealing, Drug Abuse, again no fun stuff nothing fun

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2X9ueX5