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chaoticevilbean · 4 years ago

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Atla Youtube Au, Sokka-Centric

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“What’s up, ma dudes? Time for another session of What My Friends Have Put Me Through. This time will feature Lady, Warrior, Gurl, and Princess.” The male was wearing his Southern Water Tribe facepaint, and from his background, it seemed he was indeed in one of the Water Tribes’ territories. His hair was white for this particular video, long and pulled back into a tail. His irises were bright blue, and once again left no clues as to whether it was the real coloring or just contacts.

“Alright, so this story is a bit strange, as per usual. As you all know, my friends are activists and Lady takes that to the extreme. Well, they did it again. What do I mean, you new viewers ask? I mean they started another rebellion. Now, maybe it’d officially count as just a bunch of protests, but I personally believe that once the number of protests in a single city is more than five in as many days, it’s the start of a rebellion. And yes, I did say another. I’ve got it all in a playlist if you wanna look.”

The background behind the videographer changed as he presumably walked around as he spoke. Snow and a clear sky were shown, and there didn’t seem to be any other people in sight.

“Now, it all started because of a previous thing my wonderful Lady did. If you’ve already watched the video, noice. If you haven’t, pause this and find the one labeled ‘Lady Vs Old Coot’. Very inspiring. Anyways, so they came back here and thought that maybe at least that Old Coot had changed, but no. No, instead there’s been no change. Or there hadn’t been. We all came as a group, but only myself, Kuzon, Lady, Bluey, Princess, Gurl, and Warrior. Bandit, Ballerina, and Knife would’ve come, but they were all busy. Or Ballerina and Knife were busy. Bandit hates it here cause there’s no land. Nothing to see.”

“So, we’re all here, and we spend the day touring and exploring and stuff, and then we meet up for lunch. Well, Lady starts ranting about how they’re so disappointed in everyone, especially the Old Coot, and demands that we do something. Immediately, Gurl, Warrior, and Princess all pledge themselves to the cause, and then guess what they do? Guess what they flippin’ do?” The Youtuber gave a sarcastic and slightly pained chuckle, dark seal markings emphasizing his features as he looked around a little.

“If you couldn’t guess, they asked me, me, to help them plan their course of action. Now, these are my friends. Basically my family. I’ve been through a lot with them, from overthrowing corrupt organizations to taking down drug rings to literally being Kuzon’s father one time. And through all of these things, I’ve somehow become known as the one who’s really good at planning. But they asked me to help plan a stinkin’ rebellion. I do it, obviously, but the fact that they even asked.”

“But then, apparently they told all of these people who’re following them in protest that I helped organize everything. And no one decides to tell me this, so I keep helping from the sidelines. We reach day three of protests, and it’s lunchtime, so I think I’ll just walk on over and bring some food to these people who’ve been standing outside the Council all morning. I get there, and I get mobbed. Everyone’s either thanking slash congratulating me, or they’re complaining about the protestors. It takes me an hour to find Lady and ask them what the Spirits happened because of all these people just crowding around and yelling at me.”

“Lady apologizes, but the damage is done. The warriors are asking me to end the protests. I tell them I can’t. They get mad because I’m supposedly the one in charge. I am not the one in charge. I am the one who the people in charge asked for a favor and got dragged into this mess. No one seems to get it. Then the heckin’ Council calls me in and tries to make me end it all. I kept trying to say that it’s not my fault there’s a rebellion. It was the will of one person, aided by the wills of three other people, that inspired the hopes of everyone who’s protesting. I just helped them do the most damage so they have a big impact and this doesn’t take a year.”

“So here I am.” The camera turned around, and started panning to show the barren ice devoid of any life. “I’m currently out here attempting to hide from everyone. I have enough supplies to last me a week on its own, three if I make the most of it all.” The screen showed several bags, including a green Earth Kingdom satchel, a blue Water Tribe satchel, a black Fire Nation duffel, and a yellow Air Nomad backpack. A few items are attached to the duffel and backpack, though it’s unclear what. “I’ll wait out the protests, since Bandit’s giving me a play-by-play of the progress. Once that’s done, I’ll just head back and hope that no one’s still under the delusion that I’m in charge.”

“Thus ends this day’s session of What My Friends Have Put Me Through. I’ll be back in an hour after I figure out what else to video and get bored enough to post again. Hope y’all like junk food, cause that’s all I’m serving. That being said, I’m signing off. See ya.”

The video cut to a picture of a boomerang with ‘Boomeraang’ written in calligraphy on the flat side. The entire vlog was titled ‘Lady’s 75th Revolution’.

True to his word, another video was posted about an hour later, this one titled ‘Furry Friends and Shock’.

“Sup, dudes. I’m back as promised, and this time, I’ve brought friends. Say hello to Fluffster, Rookie, and Baby.” The screen flipped, and three wolves were sitting like trained dogs in front of the Youtuber. “The biggest one’s Fluffster, since he’s obviously the floofiest. The smallest one’s Rookie, he’s pretty young. You can tell because his paws are a bit too big for him. He’ll grow into that. Then Baby’s this lovely little gal, and she’s super sweet. Took forever to stop her from licking my face.”

The three wolves wagged their tails as their names were spoken, and people who had watched that far were already commenting about how either it was impossible to tame wolves, the canines were incredibly cute, or disbelief at how it’d only been an hour and he already did something weird.

“Now, these beautifuls are strong predators. Usually, they’ll avoid humans, but I’m alone and my facepaint makes me seems less like a threat. They approached me pretty casually, not stalking or anything. I didn’t even notice they were there until I looked around again. And they’re much more tame than most wolves would usually be. Again, it’s likely because I seem unthreatening. Please do not try to do anything like this without training. I literally just did this by chance. I named them and they understand their names, but most animals wouldn’t. I mean, Foo Foo Cuddlypoops didn’t. I don’t think he did.”

Avataratlast: Who’s Foo Foo Cuddly Poops? Another friend?

- Banditrocs: Probably an animal.

Keepitreal: how did this dude manage to tame three wolves? it’s only been an hour?! and why does he wear that makeup? i’m so confused, was this all planned? does he have a crew?

- Boomeranglife: You must be new here.

“So, I’m gonna sign off soon, mostly so I can give these three some love. I think the best course of action would be to answer some of my commonly asked questions, tell you all a bit about wolves, and then give you the official goodbye until I get bored enough that my resolve crumbles. That’ll take at least another two hours with the fact that Lemur somehow managed to sneak my notepad into my bag. I wasn’t gonna bring it because I left in such a hurry, but then I’m inventorying my stuff and find it. Lemur’s such a pal.”

“Alright, gotta start the answers so I get cuddle time with the canines. My frequently asked question get put in a list thanks to my subpar hacking skills. Don’t tell Knife I said that or they’ll make good on their promise to lock me in a closet. Let’s get to it.” The screen split to show a list of questions on one side, the wolves on the other. Some of the questions were blacked out, probably due to being inappropriate.

“So, if it’s blacked out, those are hateful, nasty, or have far too many swears. The first question is the same as always, asking what my name is. My response is the same as always. Smiley emoticon. The next is my age. Under 50, above 10. My gender? Male. Is this a profile or something? Seriously, all these are about my identity. Sexuality? I let the people theorize cause I don’t care about what y’all think, unless you’re a bigot, then get off my channel, pretty please with The Moon on top. Real hair color? Hmm, I guess I can probably give you that. It’s not white. Eye color? Not white, either.”

Actlikewater: is everyone getting this?! he’s giving us information!!!

rockbeatsfire: what r y’all getting hyped up for? he hasn’t said anything

- powertoBoomerang: have you watched these before?

- - rockbeatsfire: i watched that parkour one

- - - powertoBoomerang: one - watch them all. two - you need to be more specific, and three - he never says anything about his identity besides pronouns. we have information. we can figure this out!

- - - - CaptainSparky: Are you sure about that?

- - - - - powertoBoomerang: we can figure this out maybe!

“What’s my nationality? Theorize, ma dudes. I ain’t gonna say, so go to one of those lovely blogs. Boomeranglife is really sweet, they’ve got a bunch of videos all about this sort of stuff. Actually, it might only be about my channel. I don’t really know. I just saw one of their videos and started questioning if I really was a Spirit. Ask them, and give them some love. They a nice peep.”

“What is my favorite animal? Either sabertoothmooselion, flying bison, or flying lemur. Is that seriously a commonly asked question? Am I gonna get spammed with artwork now? Do I need to have a lesson on how to draw flying bison and lemurs and all that? I’m gonna do it anyways, and all artwork is accepted, so long as you keep it PG-13. I’m around kids.”

“Am I single? I don’t know. Really, I don’t know. I could be dating Warrior, or I could be stealing Kuzon. I literally have no idea. I platonic flirt with everyone, and I’m horrible at reading social cues when it comes to romance. Wheaty? Apparently had a crush on me until three months ago. They told me when it ended so I would relax and I had to explain my oblivious nature and crippling anxiety. Ballerina? We’re married according to a small town and soulmates if you listen to a certain nomadic troupe. I might even be dating everyone on the team, heck if I know.”

“Am I a bender? Heh, that’s a good one. Can’t believe you haven’t figured it out yet. Who am I? Hold up, Ima search this.” There was the sound of keys tapping as the screen showed the videographer searching himself up. When the screen loaded, there was a bleeped out sound and the three wolves rushed towards him in concern.

“Holy Spirits! Tui, La, Yue, and Agni! *bleep* I’ve got a Wiki page! They gave me a *bleep*ing Wiki page! I’m not even that popular!”

Livelovemurder: he knows we see this, right

- Boomeranglife: I’m still recovering from him mentioning me, but I don’t think he realizes he is a celeb here

Azulastan: someone get this boy some tea! His video from literally an hour ago already has thousands of views! someone call Bandit!

- SouthernChief: on it! I’ll spam the comments of that last video. Hopefully they respond!

- - UncleTea: Good man/woman/enby!

Livelovemurder: wow, our first reaction to seeing him hurting is to contact Bandit. didn’t she once launch him into a tree?

- UncleTea: that was the first time they were officially friends. now they’re best friends

“Alright, I think we all earned some wolf facts. Did you know that wolves can live over ten years? Pretty long for any wild animal, even longer for a predator in a wasteland like this. Wolves are also extremely expressive for animals, and they’re very social. Wolves can get much bigger than dogs, except polar bear dogs, and despite what most people think, they don’t usually hurt children. Even the really small ones. They’re more likely to adopt your kid than try to hurt them. I personally believe it’s because they’re a lot smarter than most people credit them. Comment #WolfRights below and I’ll see if I can start a movement.”

“Now, I’m signing off once again, so say goodbye to Rookie, Baby, and Fluffster. See ya.”

The second video ended. Comments were pouring in about the clip, and Boomeranglife had already gotten another thousand subscribers in the time it took for the video to be played twice through. SouthernChief did indeed spam Bandit’s latest video, and had the earthbender ignore them until they mentioned that the guy from Boomeraang didn’t think he was popular.

- Bandit: He what?

- - SouthernChief: he doesn’t think he’s popular

- - - Bandit: I’ll take care of it.

Time Skip 5 Hours

The next video was titled ‘Who Sold Me Out?’ The starting screen showed Gurl in their Hei Bai mask, very clearly holding the camera. They waved at the screen before flipping the view around to show what was in front of them. The Boomeraang guy was sitting squashed between what appeared to be several people hiding underneath blankets. He was glaring directly at the camera, face set in a scowl that was once again greatly emphasized by his facepaint.

“Alright, I only got a few minutes to get this out before the others get sick of hiding under blankets. Who the *bleep* sold me out‽ Just because I didn’t realize how popular I am doesn’t mean you needed to call Bandit! Seriously, who was it‽ I’m out on the ice, having the time of my life sketching Baby and Fluffster and Rookie, and then, out of nowhere, Bison is flying towards me with Kuzon and Princess. Then they practically drag me back and I can no longer feel my legs because there’s four people on them. Whoever it was, you’re on thin *bleep*ing ice. I was fine! I was more than fine! I wasn’t the alleged leader of a rebellion!”

“You done?” Gurl asked from behind the camera.

“Yeah, I’m done.” The screen flipped back to Gurl.

“The dude’s been majorly *bleep* off because someone tattled on him. You have the thanks of the rest of us and the anger of one squished Youtuber. He refused to come out of the house, so we all decided to stay in tonight. The protests are over for the day anways, thanks to the fact that the Council is starting to give in. We promised an afternoon of peace so they could discuss it all without worrying. And we’ll be bringing you rebounders to the morning rally as well. NO EXCUSES!” The last words were thrown towards the guy on the other side of the camera, and a loud groan was heard. “He’s gonna do his outro and then y’all are gonna say goodbye.” The view reversed again.

“Signing off for now! See ya, ya traitors!”

The screen cut out.

SouthernChief: i regret nothing

UncleTea: He looked like an angry toddler, OMS.

Boomeranglife: gals! pals! dals! I got big news!

- Livelovemurder: spill

- - Boomeranglife: the NWT is having a bunch of protests all across their cities!

- - - Tyleestan: do we know who’s leading it?

- - - - Boomeranglife: no, NWT is too secretive! i just heard it from a merchant that left as they were starting. we live about as close as you can get to the north pole w/out actually being there

- - - - - SouthernChief: sucks, dudes. next time, for sure

- - - - - - rockbeatsfire: next time there’s a rebellion? does that actually happen a lot?

- - - - - - - Boomeranglife: seriously, watch the videos. I recommend in chronological order instead of by playlists

- - - - - - - - rockbeatsfire: alright, alright, i’m going

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starstwinkleplanetsshine · 4 years ago

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The Call of Resistance Chapter 5

Posting this one early for y’all :)

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Chapter 5: The Two Strangers

To say that I was afraid while riding alone on a speeder through the dangerous Tatooine night, with nothing but a staff and my abilities to defend myself, would be an understatement. In the darkness every bush was a lurking animal, every pile of rocks was a sentient laying in wait, and every sound meant danger. I seriously considered turning back to the safety of the village when I began to smell burning, and not seconds later I saw the warm light of flames in the desert ahead of me. They weren't raging or very high, so I knew I had found the crash site.

I slowed the speeder as I neared, and what I saw was not what I was expecting. Crashes on Tatooine weren’t very common, since being so far on the Outer Rim doesn’t bring us many beings just passing through, but they weren’t completely unheard of. But those crashes were usually small crafts, either damaged or out of fuel. I had never seen a large, smoking freighter crash before.

“Hello? Is anyone there?” I called out in Basic, wondering if I should try other languages as well. When I got no response, I called out again in Huttese and Bocce and waited for a response. Still nothing. “Hello?” I called again as I slowly neared the crashed ship, whose flames had gone out and was now just smoking. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest when I heard a voice call back from inside the ship,

“Hello? Yes! I’m in here!” Almost as soon as I heard the voice, a dark haired man came stumbling out of the ship, his face dirty and his clothes disheveled. I instinctively tightened my grip on my staff.

“Are you alright? I saw your ship crash and wanted to make sure no one was injured.”

“Yeah, we’re alright. Thank you.” Whoever this man was, I could tell he was nervous by his body language and the way he kept glancing backwards behind him, like he was looking for someone in the ship. But his voice didn’t display this, instead he sounded cool and collected. I didn’t know what to make of him.

“We?”

“Me and my co-pilot.” As if on cue, the distinct sound of a Wookiee could be heard coming from inside the now-smoldering ship. I had never met a Wookiee, but I knew their reputation, and it complicated things.

“Is your co-pilot...a Wookiee?” The man shifted slightly and rubbed the back of his neck before flashing a dashing smile. Even in the dim moonslight, I could tell he was handsome.

“Yeah, but don’t worry! Chew, um, he would never hurt a flii.” I was slightly reassured at his words, but something about his tone still made me cautious. Add that to the fact that this crash site could potentially be drawing the attention of the Sand People, and I was extremely on edge.

“So, what’s the problem with your freighter?” As I stepped closer to the ship, the smell of smoke rushed into my nose and I had to stifle the cough that threatened to erupt suddenly. Smoke from the inside as well as the outside could only mean one thing, and I said at the same time the man did--

“The motivator.”

He raised an eyebrow at me. “How did you know that?”

“I’ve been flying ever since I was a kid, and I’ve been scrapping for the past few years. I pick up on things.” There were more noises from inside the ship which caused the brown-haired man to look back nervously. “Judging by the damage, and the fact that you crashed, I’d say the motivator is broken beyond repair. You may need to get another one.” The man clearly didn’t like this answer, and he rubbed his hand down his face before groaning in frustration.

“I knew it.” He said quietly under his breath. As I stepped closer to the ship, I could see that it was an old model that was extremely beat up. No wonder it crashed.

“Is this a Corellian Freighter? What model is this, YT-1350?” He gave me another quizzical look, as if he was trying to read me, before answering simply,

“YT-1300.”

“1300?! No wonder this hunk of junk crashed, it’s nearly over 90 years old! Why are you even flying this thing?” The man’s demeanor suddenly changed, getting defensive.

“Hey, this may be a hunk of junk, but it’s the fastest hunk of junk in the galaxy, and it’s seen us, and my friends, out of some pretty tough situations, so I would be careful before you judge a starship by its coverings.” I didn’t have time to react before he stalked away back into the ship, presumably to help the distressed Wookiee inside. Something about what he said triggered something within me, like a memory that I didn’t know I had, and I stood there trying to remember. It was so close, if I just thought a little harder….he said ‘fastest hunk of junk in the galaxy’. It was a Corellian YT-1300 Freighter. Why did those things stand out to me? Why were they important? Then all at once, it clicked. I had heard those words before. Spoken by my parents while telling stories of the War. Telling stories of…

Without thinking, I rushed inside the ship, following the path the dark-haired man had taken. I didn’t know where I was going, but it was as if my feet did, and before long I was standing in front of the man and the Wookiee. They were shocked to see me, but they were even more surprised by the words that came out of my mouth.

“This is the Millennium Falcon, isn’t it?” The two shared a glance before the man opened his mouth to speak.

“And why, um, why do you think that?”

“Because I grew up on stories about it. My parents were Rebels in the Galactic Civil War, and would tell me about the “Fastest Hunk of Junk in the Galaxy”, the ship that saved the Rebellion many times. A Corellian YT-1300 Freighter modified so much it was hardly the ship it started out as. They would tell me about the brave pilots who flew it. About Han Solo.” I was suddenly overwhelmed by the possibility that I was actually standing in the ship of my childhood bedtime stories. The ship of my legends. “I know this is it.”

Both the man and the Wookiee looked to the ground, the man letting out a sigh before replying,

“Yes. This is the Millennium Falcon.”

My jaw dropped as he confirmed what I already knew within me, and I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my face.

“Holy Banthas,” I suddenly had another realization, “You must be Chewbacca!” My dad never told a story about Han Solo without talking about his right-hand Wookiee, and it was like I was face to face with one of my childhood heroes. Chewbacca nodded and responded in Shyriiwook in response, and I let out a small laugh. I couldn’t believe what was happening.

I didn't have much time to dwell in my excitement, because at that moment a loud popping could be heard coming from deeper in the ship. Swearing, the man took off running, with Chewbacca following him, and instinctively I did too. It was no doubt the motivator, I would recognize that noise any day. When I caught up with them, it was smokier than the rest of the ship, and all three of us were coughing.

“Chewie, I thought you said you fixed it!” The man shouted as he frantically pushed any button he thought would help solve the problem. I couldn’t understand the Wookiee, but it was clear by his tone that he did not appreciate being blamed for this.

“It’s still the motivator.” I said, causing the two of them to turn around. It was almost as if they had forgotten I was there.

“No, the motivator caused the crash. Now that we're not flying, it shouldn’t be affecting the ship.” The man’s tone was annoyed and matter-of-fact, like he was absolutely positive he couldn’t be wrong. But he was.

“Not if it’s overheating, then it would continue to be a problem. Causing smoke and popping noises.” And as to prove my point, another loud POP rang through the cockpit, causing Chewbacca to call out in protest.

“No, it’s not the motivator.”

“I’m telling you, it is.”

“Not possible, sweetheart.”

“Listen, Flyboy, I’ve been repairing ships since I could walk. Especially old garbage heaps like this one, so I don’t know who you are, but I would listen to me if you want to fix it in time to get your ship up and running again.” He opened his mouth to say something else, his eyes blazing, but then decided against it and closed it quickly. His stare held firm, however, and the intensity of his eyes rivalled the fire that was burning minutes ago. Here, in the light of the ship, I could see my speculations outside were correct--he was very handsome.

No time to think of that now, though, as the ship continued to fill with smoke, I knew I needed to cool down the motivator as quickly as I could. That would not be an easy thing to do, however.

The man sighed deeply as I held my gaze firmly on him.

“Sweetheart, I don’t even know your name. So forgive me if I don’t-” He was cut off by Chewbacca, and whatever he said did not make the man happy. “What?!” He nearly shouted.

“What did he say?” The man ignored me, though, and turned towards the Wookiee in annoyance.

“Well why didn’t you say that earlier?”

Another response from the Wookie.

I rolled my eyes, accepting that he wasn’t going to translate for me, and I began to look around for the motivator so I could open the panel and try and cool it. If he wasn’t going to listen to me and fix the problem, then it looked like I was going to have to do it myself.

“Chewie said that you might be right.” It took me a few moments to realize that the man was talking to me, and I turned at him, no doubt my surprise clear on my face.

“Oh, so you’re done ignoring me?” I couldn’t tell if the man scoffed or rolled his eyes.

“He said that the motivator has overheated in the past, and a similar thing happened then that's happening now.” I couldn’t help but smirk triumphantly.

“Well look at that. Turns out the desert dwelling girl from Tatooine was right.” He definitely rolled his eyes at this, getting more annoyed by the second. He stalked over to one of the panels and opened it, causing smoke to billow out more than it already was.

“Is that the motivator?” I asked, not fully expecting a response. At this Chewbacca said something, but judging by the man’s “Shut it, Chewie.”, I guessed it wasn’t something I was going to be privy to.

“Yes, it’s the motivator.”

“Okay, you need to cool it down.”

“Thank you, I never would’ve guessed that since it's overheating.”

I was starting to wonder if I had made a mistake by coming to his aid, as he was making this situation significantly more difficult than it needed to be.

“Just find something to do it.” I said sharply. “Do you have any Cooling Agent on this ship?” The man looked up at nothing in particular, deep in thought. There was silence for a few moments before the Wookiee spoke again.

“No.”

“Well, I’m not sure if you can fix it then. It might cool off on its own, but it’ll take a while. You likely won’t be able to take off ‘till morning.” This caused the man to slam his hand on the console and swear, which startled me.

“That’s what I was worried about.” For the first time since I stepped onto the Millennium Falcon, the man's tone was genuine and, if I listened closely, a little fearful. It was vulnerable, his eyes had softened, and his brow was furrowed in concern. Seeing him like this made something inside me lurch, and I was speaking without fully realizing what I was saying.

“If that is the case, it won’t be safe to stay here with all this smoke. And you definitely can’t camp out outside the ship. You can come with me for the night, and in the morning if the motivator hasn’t cooled we can go into the cityport to try and find something to fix it.” I didn’t know who was more surprised--me at my own words, or the man and the Wookiee. He looked at me as if I had just sprouted Bantha horns out of my head.

“That’s...kind. Thank you. But I don't think-” The man was once again interrupted by Chewbacca, who sounded insistent. This was followed by another sigh from him, who looked more resigned after whatever Chewbacca had said to him. “On second thought, we will take you up on that offer. If that’s not too much to ask.” He said the last bit with a little fire, shooting daggers at the Wookiee, which no doubt was because of whatever the creature had just said.

“Oh, not at all. Plus, it’s much safer than staying out here. There’s no telling what the Sand People might do if they find this ship, and you two had better not be on board if they do.” This made the man raise his eyebrows in concern, but he didn’t make a comment about it.

“Okay then. Let us, um, gather our things. You can wait in the loading bay, we’ll be right out.” I nodded as they left the cockpit and I followed, waiting for them to gather all that they needed for the night.

Once alone, I finally had a chance to try and process all the information I had just learned very quickly. The fact that I was standing on the Millennium Falcon, I had just met Chewbacca, and I had invited him, and his partner, to take shelter in my home. I still had no idea who the man with him was, but I could only assume he was a member of the Resistance.

Despite all the excitement and adrenaline that began to course through me, I also felt that all-too familiar pang of loneliness that followed me wherever I went ever since I lost my parents. How I wished I could share this moment with them, I wished they could see me standing on the ship my father always raved about, talked about as if it were a legend. Now, standing here, it seemed so much more...real than I thought it would. The familiar smell of metal that came with all ships, the comforting beeps and pops of the console. It hit me that with all the tales told about the Millenium Falcon, the countless bedtime stories passed down to younger generations, through all that time, it was still, at the end of the day, just a starship.

Something about this revelation comforted me.

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“I don’t think I ever caught your name.” I said to the handsome, dark-haired man as I led them through the desert back towards my home. My grip on my staff was tight, and only half of my mind was on the question I had just asked, the majority of my thoughts on our surroundings. I was caught off-guard by the man’s initial response: a laugh. More of a chuckle, and it was almost as if he didn’t mean to release it.

“I guess the two of us didn’t have the best introduction, did we?” I echoed his laugh, although mine felt heavier. I wondered if he was avoiding the question on purpose. “I’m Poe. Poe Dameron.” He stopped walking to turn and shake my hand, which surprised me. After a moment, I took his outstretched hand.

“Novastra.”

“Novastra...I’ve never heard that name before. It’s beautiful.” Poe’s compliment was so sudden I felt a hot blush rush to my cheeks, and I was suddenly thankful for the darkness surrounding us.

“Oh, thanks. Most people just call me Nova, though.”

“Nova.” He repeated, softer. “Nice to officially meet you, Nova.” The bravado and confidence that I remembered from the Falcon was back in his voice and he continued walking. Chewbacca then said something that I, of course, couldn’t understand, but Poe ignored it, so I figured it couldn’t have been that important.

“How much farther until we get to where we’re going?” Poe asked after a few moments walking in silence.

“It’s not much farther. Our farm is on the outskirts of our small village, I’d say we’re only two or three klicks away.”

“Your farm?”

“I live and work on a moisture farm. It’s pretty much the only way to make money here on Tatooine. Well, the only legal way to make money, other than scrapping.”

Chewbacca made another sound, this time longer and more agitated. I could tell by his tone that, whatever he said, he wasn’t happy. “What did he say?” I asked Poe quietly.

“He said he doesn’t like Tatooine, that he told himself he would never come back. Apparently he has some not-so-fond memories here.” Poe looked apprehensive relaying this message, but I couldn’t stop myself from laughing. He clearly didn’t know that nobody hates Tatooine more than the people living there.

“That doesn’t surprise me. Most people who make it off this godsforsaken rock alive never come back. That’s what I’m trying to do, anyways.” The moonslight was dim, but I could see as slight confusion washed over Poe’s face.

“You want to leave?” I, once again, couldn’t suppress my laughter.

“I’ve wanted to leave since I was old enough to know where I was. I can’t explain it, but there’s something about this planet...I just know this isn’t my home. There’s a feeling, an ache deep within me, pulling me away from here, out to the stars. I want to jump in a ship and not look back until Tatooine is a tiny speck behind me.” There was silence for a few moments.

“Where would you go?”

“Anywhere. Everywhere.”

“Everywhere, huh?” The glint in Poe’s eyes was clearly visible.

“Yes. I’ve heard of these things...oceans? Whole vast stretches of water as far as the eye can see. I can hardly even imagine something that beautiful. I want to see an ocean.” I was so lost in my fantasy of escaping this prison of a planet that I almost didn’t notice the lights in the distance.

“Is that the village?” The man’s voice brought me back down to earth, out of the stars.

“Yes, that’s it. You see those lights over there?” I pointed to the lights on the farthest edge of the village. “That’s the farm.”

“It looks...pretty big.” I smiled as I began to walk toward the lights.

“It’s bigger than average. The Mainvins own a commercial farm, so it’s larger than a family farm would be. But it’s nothing compared to the Darklighter farms, we own more than 20 all across Tatooine, the biggest are twice the size of this one.”

“We?” I was starting to see that Poe was very inquisitive, and picked up on a lot of things.

I sighed before starting to explain.

“My last name is Darklighter. My family on my father's side owns all those farms I was just talking about. But when my dad and his brother, my uncle, left the family business to fight in the Civil War, my grandparents disowned them. They wouldn’t even take me in when...when my parents died. That’s why I live and work on the Mainvin farm, they were my parents' closest friends.”

“Oh.” Was all that Poe replied. We walked for a few more minutes in silence as the lights grew brighter and closer. I hadn’t planned on sharing that part of my life with the stranger, or my dreams about leaving Tatooine, but it was as if I were talking without my own control. As if something deep within me was guiding me in what to say against my better judgement. I didn’t like the feeling.

It wasn’t until we were steps away from the door that a wave of anxiety washed over me. I knew Lux wouldn’t like this.

“Okay.” I began as I stopped in front of the door and faced the two of them. “Before we go in, I have to tell you one more thing...I don’t live alone. I live with my best friend, Lux. He’s probably not going to be thrilled about this whole situation, but just leave it to me and I’ll handle him.” The two shared a look before Poe nodded.

“I’ll follow your lead.” He said simply.

“Good.” I tried to put on a brave face and mask the apprehension that was rising in me, but I knew I probably wasn't doing a great job at that.

“Lux!” I called as I slowly creaked the door open. I wasn’t even inside yet before the yelling began.

“Novastra Darklighter! I’ve been worried sick! You were supposed to be home hours ago! Where were you?”

I could hear a small “oh” escape from Poe’s mouth as I stood looking at Lux with my back to the door, blocking my two guests as best as I could. It was pretty hard to block the Wookiee, though.

“Lux, I know. I’m sorry. But I can explain!”

“That’s what you always say, Nova, and I feel like your explanations never actually help.”

“Lux, I-.”

Lux shook his head as he moved closer to me. “Nov, you were supposed to be back from your meeting hours ago. I know you have to walk a long way alone, and you know I hate that. Just thinking about the Sand People, and something happening to—“

“—Lux, please, not now. This time I have a good reason for being late.”

“I’m all ears.” I took a deep breath and mustered the courage I would need to tell him that two strangers needed to stay in our hut tonight. Growing up on Tatooine doesn’t make you a very trusting person.

“Well, right as I was about to leave Calrey and Kagara’s, a freighter crashed somewhere in the dune sea. It flew right over us and we all saw it start smoking. I knew I couldn’t just leave it there, so I went to see if there was anyone at the crash site that might need help-”

“-you did what?” Lux interrupted. “You went into the Dune Sea at night to...investigate a crash site?! Nova! There was no telling who could’ve been on that ship! This is not some peaceful planet like...like....Naboo! This is Tatooine! There could’ve been dangerous bounty hunters on that ship and you could be dead right now!”

“Lux, I know. And I’m sorry for being careless, but I just had a feeling that I needed to-”

“-Oh you and your ‘feelings’ Nova. I swear, I’ll never understand you.” Lux took a seat at the table and rested his head in his hands. I knew he wouldn’t be happy, but I would have never guessed that he would have this explosive of a reaction. It made me worried about what I knew was coming next.

“Well, it wasn’t bounty hunters.” I said in a small voice as I shifted nervously in front of the door that I still had propped open.

“Aren’t you lucky then?” I sighed as he looked up at me, his hard eyes softening ever so slightly. “I’m sorry I’m yelling, Nov. But you know how worried I get.”

“I know.”

“Well, despite it all, I’m glad that you’re alright and that we can just put this behind us.” I took in a deep breath, trying to push down my apprehension. Here we go I thought.

“Actually...we can’t exactly put it behind us. Not yet, anyways.” Lux narrowed his eyes at me and I could tell he was getting defensive again.

“What do you mean?”

“Like I said, they weren’t bounty hunters or anyone dangerous. They were...Resistance fighters.”

“Oh, Novastra.” Was all that Lux said as he put his head in his hands once again.

“The motivator on their ship was overheating and it was unsafe to stay in there with all the smoke, and obviously they couldn’t camp outside in the Dune Sea, so I-”

“-You told them they could stay here, didn’t you?” To my surprise, Lux wasn’t angry. At least, he didn’t sound angry. He sounded more annoyed with just a hint of resignation. But I would take that over anger anyday.

“Yes.” I replied sheepishly.

“Are they standing outside right now?” He still had his head in his hands.

“Yes they are.” At this, Lux let out a deep sigh before slowly lifting his head.

“Wonderful.” He shrugged. “Well, let them in. I guess they can sleep on the floor in here, I’ll look for some extra blankets.” I broke out into a wide smile as I ran over and flung my arms around him.

“Thank you! You know you’re the best, right Lux?” I heard him let out a small chuckle, even though he was trying very hard to keep his annoyed demeanor.

“Oh, I know I am. It’s you who needs to remember that. And you owe me one after this, Nova.”

“Of course! Anything!” I broke away from the hug and walked over to the door, which was still propped slightly, and opened it all the way.

“Okay, you can come in now.” Both Poe and Chewbacca looked incredibly uncomfortable, and I immediately knew they had heard every word that was just spoken. Poe tried to put on a confident face before saying,

“If it’s too much trouble, I’m sure we can find somewhere else to stay for the night.”

“Oh, don’t be ridiculous, Poe, was it? There is nowhere else to stay. And besides, it’s really all right. Lux is...well, Lux. But he’s fine.” With that, led the way into our hut and I turned back to them just in time to see Chewbacca crouch down into the doorway.

“Sorry, Chewbacca,” I still couldn’t believe I was talking to The Chewbacca, “it’ll be a bit of a tight fit for you.” He responded while shaking his head, and his tone sounded nice, so I wasn’t surprised when Poe translated,

“He said it’s alright, and he says thank you for letting us stay here.” I smiled kindly at the Wookiee,

“Of course, it’s no problem at all. Make yourselves comfortable, well, as comfortable as you can.”

The two of them began to look around the room, not that there was much to look at, and I tried to think of something to say that could break the silence when Lux reentered with some blankets.

“This is Lux Mainvin, the one I told you about.” I said to Poe and Chewbacca as I gestured toward the man who was clearly uncomfortable with two strangers in his house.

“Here are some blankets, not that I think you’ll be cold or anything. You could lay them on the ground, though, it may make it more comfortable.” He awkwardly handed them a few old, worn out blankets that I had never seen before and Poe took them gingerly, flashing Lux a wide smile. I was caught off guard by that smile every time I saw it.

“Thank you. And thank you for letting us stay for the night. Your friend, Nova, was very kind to let us. I hope we’re not too much of an intrusion.” Poe handed some blankets to Chewbacca and he began to lay them out on the floor.

“Oh,” Lux began, clearly caught off guard by Poe’s civility, “it’s not that big of a problem, as long as you promise not to rob the place in our sleep!” I wasn’t sure how Lux’s sad attempt at a joke would land, especially because he wasn’t totally kidding, but Poe laughed along with him.

“We promise.” he replied as he stuck out his hand to Lux, who took it and shook it firmly. At that moment, Chewbacca also finished laying out his blankets and said something that I could only guess at, but that Poe confirmed a second later. “Chewie says thanks, too.” At this Lux’s eyes went wide, as he was hit with the realization I had while aboard the Falcon.

“Chewie? Did you say Chewie? As in, Chewbacca?” Poe smiled as he let out a chuckle and Chewie said something that did not get translated.

“Yes, The Chewbacca.” Poe flashed another one of his gorgeous smiles, “And I’m Poe. Poe Dameron. It’s great to meet you.”

“You see why I trusted them now, Lux?” I cut in. “They’re with The Resistance. They’re on our side.” Lux nodded his head slowly as he snapped himself out of his star-struck gaze.

“Yes, I understand now, Nov.” There was silence for a few moments before Lux let out an over exaggerated yawn. “Well, it is late. We should all be getting some sleep.” We nodded in agreement and I turned toward the guests before following Lux towards the hallway that led to our rooms.

“I hope you two can sleep well, and if you need anything, my room is the second one down the hall, don’t hesitate to knock.” I gave them a smile, which Poe returned, which made something inside me flutter, before saying “goodnight, then.” and turning towards my room. I found Lux standing in my doorway, which wasn’t visible from the space Poe and Chewbacca were settling into.

“Just when I think nothing you can do could surprise me anymore.” Lux teased as he smiled at me. I playfully nudged his shoulder as I replied,

“Oh, come on. They needed help, so I helped. It’s nothing you wouldn't have done.”

“For a friend, absolutely. But for two total strangers! That’s just plain crazy.” He was smiling, but I could tell there was truth behind his words. As much as he tried to hide it, he was still uneasy.

“I know, it probably wasn't the smartest thing to do-”

“-probably?”

“-But, I just had this-”

“-do not say feeling-”

“-feeling about it.” At this, Lux sighed and rolled his eyes, but his smile never wavered.

“You and your feelings, Nov.” I smiled up at him.

“You know me.”

“Yeah, I do.” He pulled me into a hug that I returned and settled into. Lux was one of the only people I allowed myself to have my guard down around. “I’m just glad you’re safe.” He added, a little softer. A little more...sincere. I didn’t know how to respond to that, so I just stood there, arms around him, until we pulled away and shared another smile. He ruffled my hair after a moment and began to walk towards the door.

“Goodnight, Lux. Thanks for always looking out for me.” He turned to look at me before replying,

“Goodnight, Nov.”

As I settled into bed, I couldn’t stop my mind from racing. Two Resistance fighters were in my living room, and one of them was Chewbacca, best friend of Han Solo, both the legends of my childhood bedtime stories. As I finally began to drift to sleep, one thought kept replaying over and over again,

‘This just may be my ticket out.’

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mingisanshine · 5 years ago

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Ateez As Boyfriends: Jeong Yunho Edition (M)

(not my gif credit to creator)

(It is literally impossible to hate Yunho. Like if you aren’t at least somewhat whipped for this man then I’m concerned for your well being.)

Ateez Boyfriend List.

Ahhh Yunho

The most boyfriend member in ateez

I might have combusted a total of A MILLION TIMES

He’s just so perfect

Anywhooo

When you two first met you found yourself infatuated with his humor

He just lit up the entire room with his smile

And when he laid eyes on you he immediately was whipped

Your laugh

Your smile

Your sense of humor

Yup you both were whipped for each other

Of course it was obvious, but Yunho

Being the sweetheart we all know he is

Would want to get to know you so much more

There would be constant hanging out

Hours spent just laughing with each other

And being completely infatuated

At one point it would seemed as if you two were already dating

Which is why he eventually had to ask you out

“Do you know if Y/N is seeing someone?”

Yunho almost choked on his water

“Why’d you ask Lucas?”

“I think she’s cute. I dunno.”

Cute?

Cute?!!

Yunho almost went on a rampage.

“Uh, no she isn’t seeing anyone.”

Fuck!

Why did he say that?

“Oh. Great! Do-”

“Maybe we should get back to dancing.”

Lucas nodded, smiling wide.

Causing Yunho to want to scream

It wasn’t uncommon for you to visit Yunho in the studio

You two had spent a lot of time in there and it kind of became a second hang out spot for the two of you

So seeing Yunho dancing wasn’t anything uncommon

But seeing him dance with this much passion made you want to pass the fuck out

His face was almost stern

his typical beagle like smile was no where to found

“Y/N?”

You shake your head only to met with Lucas’s eyes

“What are you doing here?”

You look over Yunho only to see him watching you two as he continued his movement

“I was here to see Yunho.”

You feel a shiver go down your spine when he squints his eyes in what seemed to be annoyance

“You’re not here to see me?” Lucas pouts

“She did just say she is for me.”

Yunho turned off the music and you here him sigh

“Yeah. I guess she did huh?”

“Hey Yunho. Think you can give us a minute?”

You stare at Lucas in confusion and then back Yunho

Who by the way was

LIVID

“Sure. I’ll be outside.” He grumbled before walking out

“Lucas do you what’s wrong with Yunho? He never acts like this. I’m worried.”

“Y/N-”

“Did I do something?”

“Y/N!”

“What?” you jump at his tone.

“I’m trying to tell you something.”

“Is about Yunho?”

Lucas rolls his eyes and sighs

“From the way you talk about him you almost make it sound like you like him.”

You immediately blush

Looking away

“Holy shit. You like Yunho!?”

“Shut up!”

You blush harder and cover Lucas’s mouth

“Yes. Okay! I like him.”

“You like me?”

You whip around to see Yunho holding the door open and shocked look on his face

“Fuck.”

“You actually like me?”

“How much of that-”

“I’ve been ease dropping this entire time.”

“You like me?”

“Yes! But it’s not nic-”

You’re cut off when Yunho places his lips on yours

His hand gently pulling your face close to his

And the other resting on the small of your back

You hands are still in mid air

Before falling and grabbing onto Yunho’s bare arms

Only whimpering slightly when he pressed into you just a tad bit harder

Eventually you both had to break away for air

You just stare at each other in shock

“This is awkward.”

And you both are aware that Lucas was still in the room

You turn and blush harder if that was even possible

“Um sorry about that Lucas.”

“No big deal.”

He walked out and you raise eyebrow at his colder tone

“What’s h-”

You’re cut off again when Yunho kisses you again

You forget what you were going to say

when he pulls away

it’s like his normal smile

went

x100

and you lose your breath for the second time in the last three minutes

“Y/N I like you too and I have for a really long time.”

Now it’s your turn to be like:

:) :) :) :) :)

“So would you like to be my girl?”

You almost snort at his cheesiness

but your blushing slightly at the thought of being his girl

“Yes!”

You may or may not have squeaked that out

Anwhoooo

Dating Yunho is literally a dream come true

Like someone pinch me because this can’t be real

He is literally the definition of boyfriend material

Y’all would go on the cutest dates

Like ever

Amusement park dates: yup

Bowling date: yup

Art gallery: yup

Concerts: yup

especially if they’re ateez concerts

Going to the gas station at one in the morning to get a whole bunch of junk food because you two decided to binge watch the all the avengers movies and making a big ruckus: yup

You two would definitely be the absolute cutest couple ever

He would definitely teach you his dance routines

Finding it cute when you mimicked his moves

He liked the way you looked and also it gave him a good reason to touch you

Which always loved to do

But it was something about being in the practice room and having you in it that just amplified his own thoughts

“Yunho are going to keep staring at me or are you going to teach me the move?”

He shakes his head

You just looked really good in your tights

Ever since he had started teaching you moves your thighs had been starting to fill out and he just found himself wanting nothing then to..

“Yunho!”

“Right! Sorry.”

He cleared his throat trying to keep the blood from rushing any further south than it already was

“So you’re going to kick your leg out and-”

You followed his movements slowly

And Yunho found himself slowly becoming more turned on by the minute

“Was that good Yunho?”

“Yeah! Yeah-”

He shook his head and looked straight in the mirror

Trying to avoid looking at you at all cost

And sparing you from the sexual energy

But you already felt it

You roll your eyes deciding to slightly entertain his issue

“Want to run it fully?

Yunho nods and plays the music

And you give it your all

Everything on the dance floor

(i just got done watching flash dance)

Yunho found himself getting lost in your movements

Stopping completely when he met your eyes through the mirror

As the song ended your moves came to hault

And you never broke eye contact with Yunho

“You okay?”

Without out even thinking Yunho pushed against the mirror

Pressing into you from behind

“You’re such a fucking tease.”

You slightly smile against the cool mirror

Trying to turn around, your pressed straight into the mirror

“Yunho” you whine

“You’re gonna watch, just like you made me.”

Yunho has you tightly presses against the mirror

Causing the bump that his dick normally produced to press back into you and driving you insane

Your right leg is lifted, thigh in his hand

You’re entire body is in shock at Yunho’s ruthless pace

And you’re a blubbering mess

“Fuck! Yunho!”

“Look at me Y/N.” He practically growled

You open your eyes and you let out a loud moan

He looked like sin

His lips were swollen from biting them so much

Hair stuck to his glistening skin

His eyes looked almost three shades darker

And you felt a shiver go down your spin

You practically lurch forward when he thrust into you and hit that one spot

“Oh-fuck!”

“Was that the spot baby?”

When you’re silent he hits again and you let out a yelp

“Y-yes, oh my god.”

You clench around him and Yunho slumps forward

“Fuck, baby-” He began his brutal assault once again

Not once breaking eye contact with you

“Yunho! I’m gonna- fuck. I’m gonna cum!”

“Then do it.” He mumbled in your ear

And you’re practically shaking when your orgasm hits

“Nnng-Y/N. Fuck!”

You open your eyes

And you see Yunho’s eyes rolled back

And jaw clenched in pleasure

You two stood there breathing heavily and enjoying the last few waves of the orgasm

“I didn’t think you had that in you?” You mumble against the mirror

And Yunho laughs pulling out of you

Causing you to almost trip from the lack of support

“Hey Hey. I got you.”

You’re baffled at his change

“And I’ve been wanting to fuck you in here for sometime now.” He said nonchalantly

Leaving your mouth hanging open

Tbh honest everything about Yunho is shocking

But what else can you expect from your amazingly perfect boyfriend

Seriously it’s almost like he was ripped from a fanfiction

The members get sick of how cuddly you two are

And how even in public he’s always holding you

Grabbing your hand

Giving you small kisses

Hugging you from behind

He’s just a PDA type of person

It’s not overly excessive

partly because it’s so normal

but because he doesn’t want to smuggle you

He does get a little jealous

but not like a Seonghwa jealous

but not like a Mingi jealous either

He’s mix between pouting and anger

pounger?

He just loses his happy virus energy

And it’s really noticeable

The entire mood will shift into a borning one

“Mingi I really like your earrings.”

“Really? Thank. I was coming over to tell you I like your watch.”

Then you and Mingi proceeded too talk about clothes and fashion for the next half hour

Before you noticed how quiet it got

The rest of the boys looked extremely uncomfortable/bored

As Yunho sat there with the most non-Yunho expression

ever

Then you realized why he must have been upset

“One sec Mingi.”

You flick his shoulder causing him to look up

Before he could even process anything you give him a small kiss

pulling away you see his face puzzled

“I love you. Now stop sulking you dork.”

And you kind of realized you may have accidentally said you loved him

but it cheered him up because he was smiling like a kid in a candy store

He’s immediately grabbing your hand and yelling out the door

Yelling I love you all the way out the door

Frickin weirdo

Overall y’all are just the softest couple ever

Like uwu (i hate that word sm istg..)

And Yunho is like the dream boyfriend

Always being gentle and listening

Being there to cheer you up

And to make you laugh

He’s just so perfect

You all better love Yunho or else I’ll break your kneecaps

He’s literally the dream guy

I just love him so much

#i hit the max on this twice #bitch eye-#and im at the max now #honestly #yunho is the most boyfriend material it gets #like he is actually perfect #like #ow-#ateez #jeong yunho #yunho #ateez fluff #ateez smut #ateez boyfriend #also yes im back!

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amyvictoriali · 5 years ago

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Hey beautiful reader!

As an impending shelf exam for my 3rd year medical student surgery rotation draws near, I of course decided to procrastinate.

Some of you may remember I once had a blog named sweetskindreams with my own URL/domain and everything. Well, it was incurring an annual fee and I honestly wasn’t blogging regularly enough to make that worth the money. I also wanted my blog to expand to a lifestyle blog, where it’s not just regarding skincare but also discusses makeup, fashion finds, food, med school woes, relationship updates, etc. As for the decision to opt Tumblr yet again (rather than the more formal Wordpress) - it is because most of my closest friends (cough people who will actually read this cough) are already on Tumblr and can easily be updated via a follow, whereas a formal blog requires a mailing subscription and the idea of my blog posts being e-mailed out to folks seems a bit extra. For how casual I’m treating all of this anyways.

Intro aside, I wanted to kick off this new lifestyle blog with my recent Spring/Summer 2019 beauty hits and misses. Hopefully this will save you some money if you’ve been eyeing any of these products because there are definitely options I would avoid.

Let’s start with the MISSES:

- Touch in Sol No Problem Primer, $18: this was gifted by my roomie, so I really wanted to love it, but I gave it a miss because it still doesn’t beat Benefit’s Pore-fessional (quite frankly, nothing has) for pore minimization purposes and it doesn’t really act well as a primer either. Doesn’t ease foundation application nor prolong anything. It feels silky and nice to apply but I can’t perceive any useful benefits.

- Too Faced Cooling Matte Pore Perfecting Primer, $34: people need to stop labeling things as “pore minimizing” or “pore perfecting” when they do absolutely nothing for the pores. Similar to Touch in Sol, this primer didn’t do anything special to prime the skin or cover up pores. It does feel cooling, and SMELLS AMAZING like much of Too Faced’s products do (a sweet fig scent), but those are secondary perks that don’t mean anything if the primary function is lacking. I also didn’t enjoy the application, which was hard to spread over the skin and knotted up easily. Hard pass.

- Fresh Rose Deep Hydration Facial Toner, $45: it pains me to put this in the ‘pass’ category but I do so because the effects are not worth the price. Rose petals in the toner make this so beautiful and an addition to my routine I so wanted to incorporate for aesthetics alone, but my skin remained dry only minutes after application. It just can’t justify the hefty price tag.

And now for the FAVS:

- Hourglass Mineral Veil Primer, $54: Ugh. I can’t find a better one. Gifted to me on my b-day by my beautiful friend Liz, I treasure this DEARLY. I’ve known since college how effective this primer is, how flawless the application (very sheer liquid form makes it glide easily over your skin), and yet because it’s been on the pricier side I’ve never actually repurchased. To receive it as a gift is definitely a nod to how well my besties know me and I am so thankful for them. I only use this on special occasions/going out. Hoping I can make this last for a good few months. I have yet to find a better primer, although Laura Mercier is a close second.

- Laneige Berry Lip Sleeping Mask, $20: Again gifted by Liz (WHY DID YOU SPEND SO MUCH ON ME THIS YEAR STOP) and IT IS THE BEST LIP BALM I HAVE EVER USED. And I’ve tried everything from Glossier (overrated) to all the usual drugstore brands (Eos, Baby Lips, Burt’s, Nivea). Nothing beats this. Not to mention it smells/tastes delicious. Laneige kills it with their sleeping mask for skin and the lip one does not disappoint either. Keeps my lips hydrated and doesn’t leave them extra dry after (that’s the main issue with all those other chapsticks, they moisturize for a bit but leave you drier than you started off. This does not have that issue, and is the only thing I’ve ever come across that doesn’t leave me more dried out!) looks glossy too and that’s always a bonus :)

- Missha Magic Cushion Cover, $12 on amazon: ok so... cushion BB creams are my new fav thing. They are so damn easy to apply (literally pat your face for 15 seconds and you have flawless looking coverage) and don’t dry your skin out as much as foundation. Looks super natural too. I can’t rave about these enough. Sure, regular liquid BB creams/tinted moisturizers are also nice and good for summer but those require brushwork or beauty sponge work which both take a couple minutes, whereas the cushions take mere SECONDS. For someone who has to drag her ass to the hospital at 5am, the shorter the routine the better. (AND YOU CAN’T BEAT THIS PRICE TAG! Altho sadly these do only last about a month with daily use)

- Lastly, I received 2 Drunk Elephant samples for my Sephora B-day gift this year. I’m sure y’all have heard of this brand as it is advertised constantly on instagram and has iconically beautiful packaging in bright, fun colors with minimalist designs. The samples I tried were the Beste No. 9 Jelly Cleanser and the Protini Polypeptide cream. Both are ... phenomenal. Very mild scents, free of all the junk that irritates your skin (mineral oils, silicones, alcohols, etc) and just what my currently cystic acne covered skin needed. (Yes, my acne is back, and I am so bummed about it. Definitely a result of me neglecting skin care when I was studying for Step. I ran out of my prescription retinoid for a couple weeks and sure enough these zits came flying back. Recovery has been slow but there is improvement.) The only caveat to Drunk Elephant products are their prices. Full size Jelly cleanser is $32 and Protini cream $68. Decking yourself out in the Drunk Elephant line will definitely hurt your pockets. But omg... I am seriously contemplating trying their whole line now. It’s not just how beautifully the product wears and how effective it is at what it advertises, but the FREAKING PACKAGING. And I don’t just mean the looking pretty part but more importantly the functional design. Go to Sephora and try the already opened samples yourself and you’ll see what I mean. The Jelly Cleanser cap “twists” (but does not come off) and has a little hole in the center that allows you to squeeze out a tiny dollop of product so you can quickly “twist” it back. And their serums are all in little dispenser bottles. You already know how much I love convenience, and DE makes everything as convenient as possible (and so so clean!)

Hope you enjoyed this review and stay tuned next month for a review of a splurge purchase I made on AmorePacific products. I am especially curious about their Treatment Enzyme Powder to Foam Peels, so will review that later b/c I understand $60 is a lot to drop on something without knowing it will be worth your $. My brother is in Taiwan right now and has been instructed to bring back a hefty haul of sheet masks, eye masks, skin toners/essences/serums galore, so more to come in August. Until then, happy shopping!

xoxo, Amy

#beauty haul #hourglass #laneige #missha #toofaced #drunkelephant #touchinsol #noporeblem #fresh #rose toner #beste no 9 #protini #sleeping mask

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kokichi-and-co-imagine-blog · 5 years ago

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You knooooooow, it’s been awhile since I came out of nowhere with something completely irrelevant. So I think it’s about time I remedy that!! Hope you guys missed me!!

Finally, I can get back to posting some good stuff for readers. It’s a series I hope people really like. If I get enough positive feedback, who knows what else I’ll do? The moment you’ve all been waiting for: with a word count of 5167,

DANGANPOCALYPSE: Death Road To Canada, Part 1

“I’ll only come with you if you agree to join my organization.”

“Seriously? Are you even sure that your followers are going to even make it to Canada? I seriously doubt that you’re thinking about it realistically.”

“Well, guess we can’t find out till we get there, right?”

Kokichi hung off a brick wall, swinging his legs as he looked down. A girl with long braids looked up in frustration. Unfortunately, she didn’t have much time to think before the supreme leader snapped to get her attention.

“Here, catch.” Kokichi tossed her something and she caught it with one hand skillfully. She opened her hand to see a pair of broken glasses with red framing. Her head shot up in rage, and she pulled him off the ledge he was swinging on. He gave a wide grin as he looked her directly in the eyes.

“Oh, so you are Touko Fukawa! This guy who kept claiming that he was above the rest of the survivors talked about you and your smell since you never bathe yourself. He said I’d recognize the smell, but I didn’t think it was going to be this poignant.”

“That doesn’t matter right now! Where is he? Why won’t you tell me?!” Fukawa ignored the remarks Kokichi made, shaking him like a rag doll. He wriggled out of her grasp and took the glasses back from her.

“Well, I have to have some way to convince you to come with me. No worries, he wasn’t dead or anything like that.” He twirled a lock of his hair absentmindedly as he started walking over to a car. Fukawa looked around quickly, wondering if she should be listening to the voice in the back of her mind that was telling her to stop. She shook her head and moved towards the car quickly and got into the car.

“Aww, so you’re coming with me! Great, I have some food in the glove compartment in front of you, and I’ve got some music choices that you can go through.” He motioned over to a CD book that he owned, which Fukawa took in her hands. Flipping through, the majority of it were pretty well known songs. One of them looked like it was a personalized disc that was labeled “Pop meme jams” in blue writing with lots of lines to make it look emphasized. She stopped for a moment on one of the newer looking CD’s and notices the name “Sayaka Maizono” on it. She recalled that she was supposed to have been in her class. With a shrug, she popped in a random CD with some calming piano music.

“So... Toki. Can I call you that? Toki?” Kokichi asked with a smirk. Fukawa groaned.

“I’ve only let one person call me that before, and even then... not for very long. I don’t like nicknames.” She thought of the blasting of weird bears that happened in Towa city. They were called Monokumas if she wasn’t mistaken.

“Well, that’s fine I guess. Tell me- how long have you been fighting alone? Any idea?”

“I would say... a-about ten days. It wasn’t until I got separated from master, who told me to wait here! Y-yes, that-that’s right, he told me to... to wait... ah...” Toko held herself, panting as her imagination got her excited. Kokichi pretended that he didn’t see this for his own sake. The trip was pretty quiet until Kokichi finally broke the silence.

“As fun as this chit-chat we have going on between us is, and it totally pains me to say this, we should probably make a pit stop at this Y’all Mart. You have anything to defend yourself with?” He asked. Fukawa pulled out a couple pairs of intricately made scissors. The same ones she had murdered people with along with Monokumas and now... zombies. Kokichi laughed as she showed them off.

“What are you gonna do, give them the most menacing haircut ever? You’re like the threatening hair stylist who no one wants to admit they don’t like their haircut because you’ll probably slit their throats.” Kokichi parked the car, getting little attention from the small horde that seemed uninterested in them.

“Okay, short-shit, how do you plan to get past them? You don’t look like you’ve got a weapon on you.” Fukawa motioned to his entire body. He rolled his eyes, pulling some extra dirtied clothes from the back seat of the car.

“If you move, smell, and look like them, they ignore you. But by all means, if you think I need a weapon...” Kokichi bucked his hips, finally fishing out a pink knitting needle from his pocket. “I got it from someone in my class who was killer at making cosplays. I picked up a few skills from her, actually.” He smiled at the girl.

“Why do I feel like that’s a lie?” Fukawa shook her head.

“Awww, you figured me out quicker than Shuichi! No fair- but yeah, it was a lie!”

Before there could be more complaining, the short boy slid out of the driver’s seat and moved with a limp. Fukawa watched as he blended in with the horde, wondering how he picked up such a useful tip. She couldn’t use the same methods as she was far too worried that she would pass out from blood on her clothes. Then again...

“W-well, here goes nothing. Let’s just hope I find somewhere to wash these later,” Fukawa grumbled. She got out of the car and quickly followed her new companion, looking for a zombie motionless on the ground. She didn’t catch the eye of any zombie as she bent down, splattering blood on her clothes while she grimaced. She didn’t want to lose control of herself yet, much less in front of a person who she wasn’t sure she would have any control around. Faking a limp, she moved towards the door of the store.

As she walked in, she lost sight of Kokichi. There were a lot more Zombies than she realized, and thanked her lucky stars that she blended in. She walked over towards shelves, scooping up as much food as possible. She found a lot of gasoline in the back room, where she finally caught sight of Kokichi. He had grabbed multiple cloth bags from god knows where and was filling them with as much supplies as possible. Fukawa walked over to him, taking a few of the bags out of his grasp.

“Oh, so you followed my lead! Thank goodness, now I don’t have to worry about you making a commotion and possibly getting us both killed!” He laughed. A zombie picked up its head, only for Kokichi to implant the knitting needle in its head. It dropped over after a few skillful stabs, ceasing movement entirely. The bookworm looked away from the body, feeling like she was going to pass out.

“Yeah, no shit I followed you. If I didn’t and something bad happened, you’d be dead. Now, I’m gonna try to actually do something for us by taking some of the weapons. At this rate, that flimsy needle won’t last more than five minutes.” Kokichi rolled his eyes but nodded.

“Fine, fine. Do whatever pleases you, but I don’t think it would be very wise to take more than we can use, you know?” He turned back around to face some of the crates, almost falling in one as he tried to reach for a bag of chips. Fukawa smirked as she left the room to find something besides junk food.

She passed back towards the bathroom, deciding to check it out. When she walked in, she saw five zombies roaming around the stalls. A soft knock on the door could be heard, and Fukawa couldn’t help but notice a rope hanging from the ceiling. Quickly thinking, she jumped up onto the sink and cut it down. A loud thud could be heard as something slumped up against the door, catching the attention of the undead. They started ramming into the door mercilessly, fighting to break it down. She climbed onto the top of the stall and peered down, instantly regretting what she saw.

A person with bright pink hair was laying on the ground, weakly coughing and trying to gasp for breath. Their hair was probably originally covered by the beanie laying next to them, and their jumpsuit was tattered. They couldn’t seem to get themselves off the ground, and Fukawa could tell that whoever it was probably wasn’t going to last much longer with the amount of progress the zombies had made on the stall.

“I can’t believe I’m about to do this,” She mumbled as she pulled up her skirt slightly. Under a band she had tied around her right leg was a taser she had attached to her from back when she was trying to rescue Komaru. The person on the ground slowly turned to look up, still sputtering and their almost completely glazed over eyes barely registering the scene playing out above them. With a single zap from the taser, Fukawa felt herself change, smiling as she felt that familiar bloodlust course through her. She flipped off the top of the stalls, reaching for the scissors that she had tailored to her liking a long while back. She bowed in a comical manner.

“Now, which one of you do I get to make into a Zombo-Filet first?” She cackled as she ran towards the group, her arms behind her back before she came up. With an act of sheer power, she snapped the neck of the zombie closest to her, making it falter on it’s original goal. She stuck the scissors in the back of its throat and pushed off of it with her heel, sending it flying back into the remaining ones on the door. Their attention was diverted as they all turned to face what caused the commotion. Before they could get a move on her, she flung multiple pairs of scissors into their heads. She bounced up to them, twisting them further into the corpses with no mercy. Eventually, they were all actually deceased at her feet. She shrieked with laughter as she held her stomach. She finally calmed down, and washed her scissors while humming a tune.

The moment they were all clean, she turned off the water flow to the sink, finally able to hear more audible choking sounds. She went back over to the closed stall, knocking on it.

“Knock knock~! Come out already!” Genocider called melodiously, making the coughs come to a stop. After waiting a few seconds, she grew bored of waiting for the person to get up and respond, and climbed over the stall door.

Upon closer inspection, she could see this was a male probably around the same age as her. He had one braid on the left side of his face that fell to his chin, and he had sharp pointed teeth. He had gotten the strength to crawl into a corner of the stall, still shaking and coughing. There was a clear rope burn around his neck, and the noose he had tied was still loosely clinging to him. She flipped the taser that she had grabbed once more in her hand before putting it up to her head.

The next moment, Fukawa realized that she was in front of the person who she saved. She kneeled on the ground, slapping him. He looked up, absolutely terrified.

“AAA-“ He started to yell before hacking once again, and bringing his hand up to his throat. Fukawa glanced around before handing him a water bottle she had foraged off the shelves.

"Y-you better drink this. I don't have a lot, so you have to earn your keep and come with me.” She stated, not paying mind to the shocked look she was getting. The man took the bottle shakily, eyeing it to see if it had been tampered with. When he realized it was essentially brand new, he wasted no time screwing the cap off and bringing it to his mouth. After a few big gulps, he pocketed it, shaking less now. Fukawa felt him tug at her shirt, making her whip around. He got up slowly, dusting himself off and fiddling with the rope he had draped and tied around his throat. He stuck it into a bag when he untied it completely, looking a little disappointed it wasn’t as long as before.

“Who... are you?” the man asked slowly. His voice seemed to have left him, as he strained to get words out despite the pain it was bringing to his vocal cords.

“You’ll probably forget after I tell you. It’s Touko Fukawa, though. I’d ask your name, but we’re sort of in the middle of the apocalypse and I don’t feel like getting killed after risking my life to save you.” Fukawa quickly took his hand and yanked him out, pushing the zombies out of the way instead of her original tactic of blending in. The guy looked out behind him as he followed, trying to hold back a scream as he looked to see a giant group of the undead hustling towards them.

Fukawa ignored the loud groans they were making when she saw Kokichi motioning for them to hurry up. He was already by the car, stabbing a couple of zombies with the knitting needle from before. It snapped and he cursed, grabbing a shopping cart and flinging it onto the ones closest to him. The two finally reached the car, and Kokichi put the pedal to the medal, squealing away from sight.

It had been silent for a few minutes before the guy in the back spoke up.

“Are you guys gonna kill me?” He said, his voice sounding less strained than before. Fukawa shot a glare back at him.

“Look. You were gonna kill you. We gain nothing from having you die. Calm down, you shark-toothed imbecile.” They all sat in more labored silence until the man in the back decided to speak up. “So, I know you’re Touko, but... uh...?” He looked cautiously at the grape driving the car.

“Ohhhh, you wanna get to know me? Is it because I’m so alluring that you just can’t stand it anymore? I’m Kokichi Ouma, and I was pretty well known as the ultimate supreme leader back before all of this happened,” He stated, not really caring about the shocked gasps coming from both of the passengers.

“You. You’re an ultimate?” Fukawa asked, a pointed glare at Kokichi. He nodded and shrugged.

“No worries, I know you’re an ultimate too. Lemon head told me all about you, actually.” Kokichi paused as he gripped the steering wheel tightly, not losing his smile. “As fun as it would be to talk about the past, something tells me you don’t want to scare edgy pink lemonade anymore than you already have.”

“I have a name, y’know, along with an ultimate talent myself! You’re lucky that you picked up Kazuichi Souda, the ultimate mechanic!” He smiled, pulling a thumbs up. There was a beat of silence, and Kazuichi could feel the silence eating at him. Before he could comment on it, Kokichi laughed, his eyes squeezed shut.

“So lemme get this straight: you look like you just walked out of the Animorphs series with those teeth, have survived ten days straight probably using your cowardice to hide in a single Y’allmart until the horde infested it, and your talent is being able to fix dinky Honda Civics? What. A. Talent.” He wiped a tear from his eye, shaking his head. Toko held her tongue, watching the mechanic in the back seat try not to get agitated.

“Hey, I’m useful for more than fixing up tiny cars that can’t survive more than a gentle graze on a passenger door! I can fix up stuff as small as a watch like Kuzuryuu wears to a plane!” He groaned in the back, crossing his arms and looking out the window like a moping teenager wishing they were in a sad music video.

“You may be able to do that, but I’m pretty sure being a mechanic doesn’t help if you don’t even have the necessary tools to fix something. How do you not have a car, exactly?” Toko muttered, fiddling with the hem of her skirt.

“Look, it isn’t my fault some blue-haired chick and Teruteru left me behind, stealing my car and all!” Kazuichi pouted, clenching his fists. He realized how worked up he was getting and sighed, taking off his beanie. “All those modifications, wasted on a cosplayer and a chef. They wouldn’t even know how to use my car to its full potential.”

“Says every pretentious driver of a Tesla ever.” Toko grumbled. She relaxed when she realized either no one heard it or felt the need to comment on it. The piano music filled the silence as they moved forward, the empty roads stretching far ahead of them. Eventually, every note of the music faded out of existence, becoming mere background noise for the weary travelers. Toko thought about how fitting it would be for a touching story about how three strangers worked together to get to somewhere safer, scoffing out loud at the idea. She was above writing something so completely predictable.

“So, uh, not to be that person and all, but I really have to pee,” Kazuichi piped up in the back, crossing his legs together. Expecting to be made fun of, he simply got a hum of agreement from Kokichi.

“We need to stop anyways, and try to find somewhere to get some gas. We could seriously use it. You’d know how to siphon gas, right pinky?” Kokichi asked in a contrasting serious tone. The mechanic didn’t get much time to answer as they pulled into a Shell gas station, littered with abandoned cars and stains on the ground. Whatever zombie-related incident had happened here didn’t happen recently, Toko figured. She got out of the car, watching Kazuichi fumble to open the car door since Kokichi hadn’t turned it off yet.

“We have time, Soda can. There isn’t anything to worry about right now, so it would be wiser to wait till the car is off, don’t you think?” Kokichi shook his head slowly, turning the key and taking it out of the ignition. Kazuichi didn’t respond, wasting no time to get out of the car. Kokichi popped the trunk, revealing an extra tire, extra food, a few rags, and a couple tubes, one short, one long. He cracked his knuckles and looked around the area, spotting an empty gas container. He walked over to it, picking it up in one hand. Turning his head over his shoulder, he could see Toko and Kokichi talking about what to do about food.

“But what if others come through here? Wouldn’t it be a good idea to-to make sure they have something for themselves?” Toko argued, throwing her hands behind her in fists.

“What if we run out of food and can’t find any later? We’re looking out for ourselves first, not anyone else. That’s what your blonde cracker of a boyfriend or whatever he is would have done,” Kokichi replied, his temper slowly being lost the further the argument went on. Kazuichi would normally have broken up the fight, but found some comfort in people bickering. It reminded him of how he and Nagito didn’t necessarily get along, but still were able to coexist. Focusing back on the task at hand, Kazuichi settled in front of a random car.

Setting down the container near the car, he took the two tubes and fed them into the gas compartment. He put his mouth on the shorter tube and blew as hard as he could. Soon enough, he saw the fluid flow through the other into the container. He listened to the gentle drops on the bottom of the gas can, visibly relaxing. He put his hand on his neck, only to remember how he almost asphyxiated himself only hours beforehand. He shivered, seeing the reflection of himself in the car. The rope burn was still visible, even when he attempted to pop his collar out. He turned his attention back to the car, realizing it was almost completely finished. He put his thumb on the longer tube, pulling it out of the car. He looked up, realizing the fighting had stopped. Toko was next to him at a different car, mimicking his movements.

“So you know a trick or two about siphoning, huh?” He asked, attempting to make some small talk. She shrugged, watching the gas go through the tube.

“When you write, you research things so they’re as accurate as possible. Why do you think people found such appeal in my novel, ‘So Lingers the Ocean?’” She replied, moving a bit of hair out of her face. Kazuichi nodded, moving over to the other car beside her.

“Well, I may never have been an avid reader myself, but I’m sure it takes a lot of time to come up with all of that. I’ve never been good with words, either, so I guess it’s nice to have someone who is.” Kazuichi smiled, and Toko stopped for a moment. The positivity brought Komaru’s smiling face back into her mind, and she softened her look at the mechanic if only for a moment. She was going to say something, but was cut off by Kokichi whistling to get their attention.

“I’d love to continue this chit chat, but I think we should leave. I think we’ll have company if we don’t, otherwise.” He motioned to the highway, crawling with more zombies than before. They nodded, grabbing the gas, the food that they could, and whatever goodies they could obtain from the other cars before jumping into the car. With urgency moving him, Kokichi shoved the key into the car, turning it and stepping on the pedal. The car skidded away from the action, Kokichi laughing as he swerved back onto the highway. With that, all of their nerves dissipated. Toko’s shoulders relaxed, and Kazuichi grabbed his wrench from his pocket, feeling all the ridges on his tool.

“I know that traveling to Canada takes precedence over a lot of other things, but we’ll be fatigued if we don’t find somewhere to actually rest,” Toko said, glancing over at Kokichi.

“I know, I know. Sooner or later, we will. I’ve got a specific place in mind, so just hold on till we get there,” He bit his lip, focusing more on the road ahead of them. Toko leaned back in her seat, staring at the roof of the car. There were so many questions she had, but couldn’t ask at the moment. She would wait until they weren’t depending on the driver being able to safely escort them.

The hours eventually blended together until Kokichi hit the brakes on the car and turned off the AC. Kazuichi stirred in the back, rubbing his head. Toko snapped out of her daydreams, watching Kokichi turn off the car and get out. He stretched his arms, letting her see how tattered his clothes were. His small frame was more apparent when he wasn’t in the midst of moving around quickly. In front of him were multiple small buildings, people walking between them, and a campfire.

“Welcome to the trader camp. I have a stockpile of food, and the reason is so we can stay at places like these. I know, I know. I’m a genius, no need to thank me.” Kazuichi practically rolled out of the car, his hand still on his head. Toko got out and stood awkwardly behind the two males. She peeked around, looking out of curiosity for any familiar faces. They all looked as though they were stuck on the pasts they had made for themselves, all tired and broken. She squinted at the sight of the one head turned towards them, wide-eyed. A small girl eyed Kokichi, lazily looking up at his clothes.

“Kokichi, you really need to wash your clothes. They look gross,” she uttered lazily. He looked down at her and gasped.

“Wooooow, I can’t believe you’re in one piece! I missed you sooo much!!!” Kokichi erupted into a fountain of crocodile tears, running to her with open arms. The red-headed girl didn’t get enough time to react, and was in a bear hug she struggled to get out of. She squirmed as Kokichi somehow managed to lift her into the air.

“Let go of me! This is no way to treat a great and powerful mage!” She yelled, flailing about in vain. He finally put her on the ground and she checked her clothes quickly to see the damage done. She picked her hat off the ground, wiping the rim of it off.

“I’m sorry, I can’t believe someone as bossy as him could have friends. Who are you, exactly?” Toko questioned, turning the girl’s attention to her. She took a breath in, muttering something about not having enough mana for all of the excitement.

“Nyeh, I’m Himiko. I can’t say I’m really friends with Kokichi, but a familiar face is a familiar face.” She looked off into the distance absentmindedly, her finger on her lips. Toko remembered the same aloof vibe from Kyoko, but shook the thought of her old classmate out of her head. It wouldn’t do her any good to wonder how she was doing.

“What are you saying? We were besties-- wait, is she here?” Kokichi whipped his head around, a paranoid expression taking over his face. Himiko sighed loudly as she shook her head.

“We got separated by a horde, and Tenko told me that there would be a place nearby that would house me if I said she would give them food for my stay. I’m not sure what she’s doing, but I’m sure she’s fine if that’s why you were curious.” She nodded to herself as she spoke, affirming to herself that she was correct.

“Oh no, that’s not why I asked! I just didn’t want to get pummeled into the ground for hugging you against your will. You know better than I do that I probably wouldn’t be standing if she had seen it,” Kokichi grinned. “I’m sure that wherever she is, her degenerate male senses are going off the charts.”

“Look, I have no clue what that even means, but can we please find somewhere to wash our clothes? I still look like a mess, and this stench is absolutely horrible.” Toko motioned to her messy clothing, trying not to think about how unsightly her master would see her as. Himiko looked at her, nodding as she rubbed her eyes.

“Yeah, we have that. You’ll probably need to wash yourself too, considering that, no offense, you reek worse than those stinkbugs Gonta has,” she said, adding a leisurely hand movement in front of her nose. Toko felt herself want to snap at her, but decided that any protest may put her out of a place to rest. Himiko started walking in the direction of one of the smaller buildings. Toko picked up her pace so she could make sure she didn’t get left behind, fidgeting to get inside the building.

Kazuichi stood, watching Kokichi look around for somewhere to sit down. There were a lot of unfamiliar faces to him, but he couldn’t help but pick out the messy brown hair in front of a campfire, feasting on some food. Akane popped in to his head, carelessly munching on whatever dish the perverted chef had made. He knew that she would probably be doing fine in an apocalypse, all things considered. The thought of her being dead seemed impossible-- especially with Nekomaru, those two could burst through an entire day-long siege of the undead if they so desired.

He snapped out of his pondering to realize that Kokichi was already talking with some other people around the place. He panicked, finally bringing himself to try and be useful. He started chatting up some of the other people around, asking if they needed any work done on whatever car they were using. He got some food out of his labor, even if the tasks weren’t that grueling.

A couple hours had passed before they all reconvened. Fukawa’s skirt had been sewn up by someone so she wouldn’t seem as obscene. She was well aware that they would probably just get torn again, yet she couldn’t bring herself to deny the lady who offered. She looked at Kokichi, who looked in a lot better condition than before. She figured that getting attention from more than a couple people perked him up, noting the way he was more energetic and bouncy with his movements.

“Aaaaand… you’re dirty. You really didn’t take a chance to use some clean water to not look like some hobo?” Toko groaned as Kazuichi walked up to them all, smiling. She expected some sort of defensive statement, but all she got was a whistle and a smile as he put his hands on his hips.

“Working on cars for other people put me back in my element, so I don’t mind looking like this. Jumpsuits are made to get dirty, anyways.”

“Sure they are, but should the guy we caught hanging around in a bathroom be doing things that could harm him?” Kokichi chimed in, hiding behind Toko. She shrugged his hands off her arm, resisting the urge to hiss at him.

“Look, I just didn’t feel like having my life taken by a horde of undead people who look like they came out of that one Michael Jackson music video.” Kazuichi shuddered thinking about the video, considering it always creeped him out more than he would normally admit.

“Ohhh, are you like space case with a big case of scaredy cat syndrome? You even make freaky faces like him!” Kokichi struck a pose as his eyes widened in excitement. “You even tried to go out like a coward; you guys must be related somehow!”

“Do we seriously have to make fun of me right now? Can’t we find something else to do?” Kazuichi asked quietly, pulling his beanie down, sniffling. Kokichi pointed to an area by the fire, an empty log waiting for them.

“Fine by me, so long as we eat some food and enjoy some warmth. It’s bound to get colder tonight, so I’ll be over there if you need me,” Kokichi scampered over to the area, gleefully putting his hands near the fire. Toko and Kazuichi looked at each other with some hesitation before following the leader’s steps.

The rest of the night was filled with small talk, food, and rest. They knew that the road ahead of them was far longer than they could hope to accomplish by themselves. In their slumber before they awoke, they peacefully dreamt of a world where they could finally relax after not being able to get any breaks.

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justanoutlawfic · 5 years ago

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Heaven, Hell and Nothing In Between: An OITNB Fic

Summary: Boo says goodbye.

A/N: Season 7 spoilers. Do not read if you have not watched all of season 7.This story is still canon in which, Boo/Tiffany never dated, but it does hint that Boo loved Tiffany because I think S5 proved that.

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New people didn’t exactly phase Boo. Sure, it could mean some fresh vagina if she was lucky, but after being in prison so long, it wasn’t something she was going to pounce on. She had a new strategy. Going after them like a hungry grizzly bear was going to scare them off. It was better to let them get situated and then come to the girl, let them know that momma was there for their needs.

That was until Yoga scurried up to her one morning, squealing “Alex is here! Alex is here!”

Boo looked up from her magazine, tilting her head. “Alex? You mean Vause from back at camp?”

Yoga nodded her bony head so fast, Boo worried it would snap right off. “Same dark hair, soulful dark eyes, those great legs…if only I could get her to do tai chi…”

“Save the hippy shit. Show me.”

Yoga gave her a disapproving look for the language (which Boo ignored, it hadn’t worked when her mother gave it, it wouldn’t from some pot head, hippy), but lead her off nonetheless. Sure enough, sandwiched between Norma and Anita, was the long, curvy specimen with glasses that was Alex Vause. The guard was trying to get them to pull away, but Anita shooed him off.

“I’ll take the shot,” she said, her accented voice booming across the rec room. “This here is family.”

Alex chuckled. “I wasn’t expecting such a warm welcome.” She managed to worm out of their tight grip. “I had no clue you guys were all here.”

“Got transferred over after the mess at Litchfield.”

“Doesn’t explain what you’re doing at this joint, Stretch,” Boo said, walking over and slapping five with her before giving a quick hug. “Where have you been?”

“I got sent down to max with a lot of the others,” she explained. “We’ve been there for a bit, but they transferred me.”

Boo tilted her head. “You start another riot?”

“Nah, long story.” Norma had taken out a piece of paper, with some questions about Red, Nicky and Lorna. Alex frowned. “I need to talk to you about them.” Norma looked worried and she held up her hand. “Everyone’s alive…” She trailed off, looking at Boo with a flash of pain in her eyes. “Well, not everyone.”

“Don’t tell me Blondie kicked the bucket.”

“No. Piper’s fine, she’s out actually. But, come with me, Boo. We should talk.”

Boo cocked an eyebrow, following Alex off to the side, as far as they could without the guard glaring at them. Alex was looking at her weird, in a way she never had before. Boo didn’t like it, not one bit. They had never been what Boo would consider close, but maybe Doggett had sent a message through her.

“This isn’t easy for me to say,” Alex said, softly.

“If you’re looking for a side piece now that Chapman’s out…”

“No, no. Look, please just let me talk. Um, look…you and Doggett, Tiffany Doggett, you were close, right?”

Boo nodded. “I helped that little squirrel out a time or two. Was she with y’all at max?”

“She was. She was doing pretty well for a bit, keeping herself out of trouble. Trying to get her GED from what I heard. No one’s really sure why she decided to do it…especially because she ended up passing…”

Boo grinned. “No shit, good for her! I knew if she sat down for a few minutes, she could accomplish something.”

Alex still didn’t smile, that serious look remained on her face. “The thing is, after she took the test, before she could get the results, she went and took…a bunch of drugs.”

Any source of joy dripped away from Boo’s lips. “That’s impossible. Doggett was clean. After she got her new teeth, she wasn’t going to mess them up. She…wanted to do better.”

“Like I said, I’m not sure why she would do it, but she did. She…didn’t make it.”

Boo felt her stomach flip. No, no. That wasn’t true. Doggett lived on a diet of ding dongs and Mountain Dew, but she wouldn’t die. This was the girl that never brushed her teeth, did mounds of heroin and somehow managed to survive a bitch fight with Chapman. She had gotten a second chance at life, she literally never shut the fuck up about that. This was Tiffany Doggett. She was the luckiest girl in the world. Murdered someone, but got a lesser sentence because a church mistook it for a religious conviction. Got her heroin encrusted teeth knocked out and had them replaced. Had even shittier parents than Mr. and Mrs. Black, yet still somehow managed to become a loving, kind and gracious person. She was doing so much better, passing her GED for fuck’s sake.

She wasn’t dead. No, that little girl still had half her life to live.

“No, you’re shitting me,” Boo said, clearing her throat before she started crying. “This is revenge for fucking with your girlfriend.”

“No, it’s not,” Alex said, seriously. She looked like she felt sorry for her and Boo hated that.

“Fuck that. Doggett’s not dead. She’s a kid! A fucking kid!”

“Boo…”

“No!” Her voice shook. “You’re lying! She’s fine! She’s there, probably making her lemon drink and talking off some other dyke’s ear about the bible and her shit childhood. She’s still alive!”

The tears started to fall down her face. Alex took a step forward, putting a hand on her shoulder.

“She’s still alive, man!”

“I am so sorry,” Alex whispered.

Boo let out a sob, falling into Alex’s arms. She allowed her to hug her, not caring what anyone else thought. The other women came over, Yoga asking what was wrong and Alex quietly explained, but Boo could barely hear it. They all stood there, crying for the girl that never had a chance.

For the first few days, Boo wouldn’t leave her bunk. Anita managed to find a sympathetic guard to get her out of work for a bit so she wouldn’t get in trouble. This wasn’t like most prison deaths. She knew that at Litchfield Max, there had probably been a memorial for her, with some of her things and people who knew her. Here, there wasn’t much of that. Alex had gone to tell the others who knew Doggett and a few had dropped off snacks for the “widow”, but that was it. She didn’t want to see Leanne or Angie’s stupid faces any day of the week, but especially these days. Jeannette came by and offered to take her for a walk, saying exercise helped after Poussey, but she turned it down. The snacks remained untouched, for the first time in forever, Boo was not hungry.

It took awhile for Boo to realize that Doggett would probably yell at her. She would say she was being a sad sack and probably say that she was being selfish. She’d probably quote the bible and Boo would roll her eyes, but secretly, even though she didn’t believe a word of it, she’d enjoy the passion of it. She sat up in bed and gathered up her snack, grabbing hold of some paper and pen, making invitations for everyone that went to Litchfield. Even Angie and Leanne, she could put up with their yellow teeth and ratty hair for one night. (So long as they didn’t speak. Perhaps someone could make a muzzle.)

The invitations told them to bring junk food. Nothing healthy. Everyone was to raid their commissary stashes and bring as much candy, potato chip stashes, soda (did the prison have Mountain Dew? If they did, BRING IT), whatever they had. They were going to feast.

They held the memorial in the church, as Doggett would’ve wanted. Alex showed up with Anita, Norma and Jones. Angie didn’t show, but Leanne did. She was surprised to see Brooks and Jeannette make an appearance. Everyone gathered together to remember a girl they may not have always gotten along with, but may have made them smile at one point or another.

Using a contraband cell phone, they borrowed from Alison, they had a picture of her from her obituary (according to it, the church she was apart of made sure to give her a nice burial, her family stayed out if it all together like the pieces of shit they were). They ate snacks and drank soda, sharing stories of that they had once knew. As Boo finished telling the story of the time she caught Doggett toasting her aborted babies on Mother’s Day, she stood up to address the crowd.

“I want to thank you all for coming today. I don’t know how many of you know, but I lost my mother when I was a young adult. I missed her funeral and it…fucked me up. Doggett used to say you could make up for your past, but I do regret it. I regret I couldn’t go to Doggett’s either.” Boo bit her lip. “This kid…she was a trip. But she changed a lot too. When I first met her, she was a racist, homophobic little shit. And in time, she became one of the most accepting people I know. To the point where she got angry when I tried to change myself.”

Tears gathered up in Boo’s eyes, which she willed herself to not fall down.

“I…I once tricked her into thinking she was a lesbian. And God, there were days I wish she was, because damn…I would’ve settled down for her. She…” her voice broke a bit. “She was my best friend. I loved her. I laughed with her, I cried with her…I tried to shove a mop up a guard’s ass with her…” Boo saw the crowd looking perplexed and shrugged. “You had to be there. Anyway, the point is…I once said, “All Boo needs is Boo” but I was wrong. I needed her. I don’t know if I believe in any afterlife like she did but…I do believe in her.”

Boo raised her can of Mountain Dew, the tears free falling now.

“I love you, Tiffany. Here’s to Heaven, Hell and nothing in between.”

#oitnb spoilers #carrie black #big boo #tiffany dogget #boo x doggett #boo x tiffany #doggett x boo #tiffany x carrie #carrie x tiffany #oitnb #orange is the new black

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fairymint-archive · 6 years ago

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Mighty Duck vine Starters as always feel free to change names/pronouns/gender/etc.!

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Deb-” *pushes you over and runs* *slides chair out from under you* “Hey sir can I have a bite?” “Nah I’m just playing, god bless you sir thank you so much.” “I’m gettin’ tired of working and seeing people that’s not working just standing around talkin’...” *Smooch noise* “Yo face scary.” “He ain’t lying.” “Shout out to my sisters cause they are the best, nevermind they ugly cause their hair is a mess-” *Smacks you with a pillow* “You think you bigger than me, bro?” “Not yet but I garuntee my nuts is bigger than yours.” “What you Say? I’m telling your mom.” “You trying to get Naked? The drink!” “You a gay bitch.” “Don’t be- C’mere!” “What are you doing, taking orders with them headphones?” “Bruh you got scared!” “Bro you takin’ that vine shit way too seriously-” “She pee in the bed-” “Boy? 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You gon’ scare a lotta people.” “This my friend right here.” *Pushes over* “What the /fuck/ bruh?” “Babe gimme a kiss.” *Takes a bite of your food* “Nah I’m just playing bro, you too tall-” “What the fuck? Get the fuck outta my car, dude.” “Mama is passing out c’mere dude quick...! Cookies!~” “It’s so cold out here someone can rob me with a water gun.” “You said your back hurt.” “I ain’t say to touch me, bitch.” “Who are you, bro?” “When my baby boy get out, I’mma take him out, I’mma change they diaper, And we gonna get girls/boys together-” “I almost left you for that shit-” “You’ve been drinking, haven’t you?” “I’m sorry y’all, excuse my Dumbass Friend-” “Bro you can’t be walkin’ in no puddles like that you too short!” “You scared the fuck outta my damn heart-” “My boy enjoying that ice cream...~” *Shoves food in your face* “I do Not wear no booty-” “You being gay bro I love you too. You gay fuckin bitch-” “And y’all bout to get ya behind beat if you don’t get that camera up outta my face.” “Is it hot out here or is it your breath?” “You better not say it.” “You’re still ugly either way.” “Get outta here, boy!” “Gimme a kiss babe. I was just playin’.” “What is wrong with you I’m TIRED, BRUH!” “I don’t care! I don’t-” “I’mma hit you in the head-” “I know DAMN WELL you didn’t touch my wing-” “I need some twerkin videos, just send them to me and-” “I wish you would.” “What is wrong with you that was so disgusting-” “That man talk some real shit shut up.” *Shoves a crab in your face* “Sto-”*giggles* “Pfff! Fuck you, Bitch.” “Can you tell me how big my butt look in these shorts?” “hey I’m so- Prank prank prank!” “An Emergency, Call 911 please.” “...No I’m not...!” *Sits at a stranger’s/your table* *leaves seat* *Airhorns in the bedroom* *Pulls on seatbelt from behind* “Ooh you make me Sick-” “I LOVE YOU! Dang why ain’t you say it back?” *Knocks alcohol out of hand* “Hey Motherfucker!” “Stop. Stop. 1, 2, 3.” “Bitch stay up! I’m tired of fixing this shit-” “He’s looking for cute guys ages-” *Pulls you to the ground* “I must admit outta all my girlfriends, you the best one.” “You too old for that you need to grow up.” “Hope your phone can swim.” “You’re my brother every minute. I love you bro!” “Get the fuck Out.” “You Shut Up. I can do Whatever I want!” “She won’t go out with me cause I’m too childish. I’m only fourteen!” “This right here is my chick but when she is away I’m with my side chicks-” “I was just Playin-!!” “Shout out to my boy, he’s got an anger problem he say he don’t but he do.” *Shakes sleepyhead off shoulders* “Whoa. Your ears.” “I wasn’t talking to you. I was talking to my baby. But I love you too.” “We don’t care who you are.” “You don’t even have nuts.” “You forgot to take a picture!” “Oh my gosh. There we go, Get It. Get in that ice cream.” “I’m in Love with- Hey come here. I’m in LOVE WITH-” *Impromptu rhythm banging* “Excuse me is that an IV? Hey you need to go back to the hospital right now.” “Boy you got life all fucked up.” “I’mma get a real lawnmower and fuck you up.” *Segway chase ensues* “No you crazy~” *Playful slap to the face* “OW!!!!” *giggles* “Can I go to my side chick’s house?” “If you wanna get your ass beat.” “Yeah by her, that’s why I’m going there.” “Do you like shit? Shi Tzu. The dog!” “She woke up like this!~ She woke up like this!~” “Bro get your gay ass outta here bro.” “That’s what you wearing?” *Making wacky noises from the driver’s seat* “Do you love me? Do you care for me? Are you cheating on me?” “Spoiled Brat! You’re spoiled!” *Drags you off in front of the whole mall* *Pushes you into the pool* “What the fuck you doin you drivin-” “Tell me what they put in that water.” “That’s for hitting me in the head.” “Would y’all help me if I get jumped?” “I’ll record it-” “Want some candy?” “Good job you a good man.” “Your shirt smelled good-!!!” “My name is _____ and I’m here to save a life.” “It’s not even a selfie if I’m in it, dummy.” “Wake up boy! Why you going to sl-” “Oh my god, it’s ____ from ____!~” “Dang you sexy mama can I get your number? Can I get it?” “Stop fucking trying me you always fucking trying me-” *Dancing up next to a mannequin* “You love your son? Go change him he just pooped.” “You don’t have to say that shit.” “WAAAAH My mom never feeds me, she beats me at home, everything!” “Hey I was wondering, do y’all guys sell waffles?” “You fuckin kidding me it’s the third time you called, you stop-” “Bitch I will beat your ass don’t try me like that man.” “Oh my GOSH. ...You’re so beautiful babe~” “Gonna go to the store and get you some chapstick.” “Don’t make me laugh.” “Hey you wanna kiss? The chocolate.” *just suddenly runs off* “Hey why you following me man, I been walkin past here the whole time~” “Ain’t nobody fuckin following you.” “We’re shopping for halloween costumes but her face already scare people, I don’t wanna waste money.” “I ain’t your dad.” “You my dad, man.” “Y’all wanna go to disney world? Ask your parents to take you.” “I got 99 problems.....and she IS one.” *Running up an Escalator* “What’s up to The Camera~” “Come back you ain’t allowed in there. Come read the sign.” No Pets Allowed “The Dad is like, ‘What the Hell’.” “Do you know this baby? I just found him at aisle 13 I’m looking for his mom.” “Sharing is caring!” “Daddy loves you okay?” *Leaves baby and runs off*

#rp meme #🌺 Write Letter | Memes #symbol meme #my meme #been meaning to do this for a while #and before you ask some racist and other ones are left out #cheating mention #homophobia tw #ask to tag

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ladyvivienneloyola · 6 years ago

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Challenge #8

Alternately Titled: For Loyola-ty to the Heart

a/n: hello hello hello everyone! This is it! This is BHBKSSJKSNKJNJKNSKJNSKJWNWJSDN. Okay so honestly I don’t want to cry writing this a/n cause I already cried enough writing this because of all the crazy stuff happening with me. Quick life update: I’m finally in college, just started taking classes and you know, just adjusting to dorm life. It’s been more than just a crazy few weeks for me and well, yes- enough tears have been shed. So y’all probably know that this is technically my final-final OC season and I’m so happy with what I had been able to accomplish with all my girls. It’s been a pleasure playing all three girls, each of their characters definitely being vastly different from each other and wELL, I’M JUST SENTIMENTAL because the OC had really been a huge part of my life for the past year and it’s definitely brought me a lot of highs and lows. With this being said, I’m HONORED ™ ™ ™ to have made it this far in this season with my homegirl, Vivienne and it’s been a wild ride trying to play this smol angry lifeguard/escort. Being this outspoken as a character was a lot of fun and well, I just hope you enjoyed reading her thoughts as much fun I had writing her. I’d really like to thank @benjaminschreave (BRIANNA AND ESTER) for giving us the opportunity to really develop our characters and plotlines- and being ever supportive hosts and for cranking out all of their own plotlines and ~drama~ and well ALL THOSE RPs and HONESTLY TO MY FELLOW FINALISTS AND FRIENDS @danielle-leblanc and @opheliagardinier GIRLS WE MADE IT AND AHUDHKHEJKHDSHJFHEDSHJEN AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH *SCREAMS* i JUST AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH THANK YOU FOR BEING AROUND TO LISTEN TO ME BE WEIRD AND TALK PLOTLINES AND I’M SORRY FOR ALMOST KILLING VIV’S DAD OFF. ANYWAY YES. This is the point in time where I really say good bye to all of you and the OC so yes, Thank you so much and I’ll probably be making my OC farewell/exit ™ post soon within the weekend. So this has been Anya, your resident procrastinator, here to say good bye with this last fic. I hope you all enjoy and remember that I love you all! <3

Would it be possible to watch the whole world pass by you while you stayed in one place? One singular point in the world among the millions of places in the world? If I could just stay here, and stare at these paintings, maybe somehow I’d be stuck here long enough to become an exhibit myself, probably titled “Selected Contemplating Last Date with a not-so-boyfriend Prince”. It feels like forever had gone by as I looked at the paintings, trying to find the one kernel, one inkling of an idea as to what I wanted this date to be.

Considering everything that had happened in the past few weeks, it was a surprise to be kept around as everyone around me had been getting sent home. To even think I stood a chance after the whole escort thing had been exposed. I tried to pretend to not be as bothered by everything said on the magazines, the derogatory terms I haven’t already heard or thought of as everyone accused me of sleeping my way to stay in the competition. But it all hurt, and what hurt even more was how the whole scandal had affected Ben’s reputation too.

Guilt is possibly the worst feeling in the world, thinking about how your actions affect other people- which is why I try to limit it by trying to not really care about people- but this was a whole other level of guilt when everything was made so public. And somehow, guilt made me want to make this last date even more special than ever. Somehow to prove my worth that Ben’s decision to keep me was worth the hellfire he went through with… for me.

This is why I’ve been trying to think of something worth it all, and maybe the paintings that Ben loved so much could give me a hint as to what would be the perfect thing to do. It felt too long ago, getting guided along this art gallery and toured personally by a prince. My first genuine memories that wasn’t ridden with the fear of wanting to impress him because I wanted him to like him. The first time he really was Ben to me, Ben with the thick glasses and the knowledge of all the paintings in this gallery. Ben who first introduced me to a painting of bananas before he showed me a portrait of a wave, and the Ben I discussed coffee and sunrises with on the balcony nearby- and then and there, as I wrap my hands around myself I realized. I realized my best memories with him and thought of the one thing I wanted to experience with him for the last time.

I send him a note right away.

First of all, why must you put this much pressure on us? Seriously. Second of all, I'd like to formally invite you to a date tonight no later than 7:49 PM. SHARP. But don't look too sharp. Be comfortable. You're in for a long night. I'll see you in front of Room 42 on the second floor. Alright, later stud. -Viv

I was a little jealous of the girls who got bedrooms that faced the ocean part of the palace, and Room 42 was my favorite view, the room never haven been occupied and was left as this empty but well-kept guest room that was still bigger than my apartment back in Bonita. I grew worried though as the minute got closer and closer to 7:49, fearing the inevitable arrival of my guest to the area I had set up on the room’s balcony. I check my watch.

7:45, it’s still too early for him to come around.

7:46, don’t get too desperate. He’ll be here.

7:47, is the food still hot in their happy meal boxes?

7:48, should I have worn something prettier? Were the shorts too short? Maybe I should have left the crocs in my room.

7:49, he should be here. The sun’s starting to set. Oh no, he isn’t here. Maybe he already made his decision and asked Fee or Danielle to…

There’s a knock coming from the door at exactly 7:50 and I don’t waste a second to rush and open it to see Ben do everything I had asked him to except come here on time.

“You’re late.” I point out after giving him a once over. He was in a shirt and a pair of jeans, a sight for sore eyes, something new against the monkey suits I’ve seen him in for the past few months.

“By a minute. I thought I'd be funny but from the look on your face I don't think I am.” He raises a brow, attempting a small smile.

My tone immediately goes dry, “Ha ha, I'm laughing so hard right now.” I roll my eyes at his intentional lateness, huffing a breath out as I grab his hand and lead him through the room, the door shutting from behind us. He follows me through and I look over my shoulder to give him my own smirk- making sure he knew that I wasn’t mad. “At least you weren’t any more late. I was starting to worry that we’d miss it.”

His head tilts, “Miss what?”

“Miss the season premiere of Riverdale.” I joke before turning forward, tugging him towards the doors of the room’s balcony.

“You know there’s a guy who looks like Wyatt on there.” Ben mentions, making me tilt my head at the lack of resemblance with any of the actors on the show but I don’t dwell on making any further comparisons as we soon reach the doors and I open the balcony doors to show him what I had been planning been preparing for the past hour or two.

There was a reason I had asked Ben to meet me at an exact point in time, at this exact location.

It was the sunset, because nothing said stupid romantic moment than watching the sunset along with a blanket and a pile of junk food in the middle of the blanket, and a box of still hot happy meal orders I had picked up earlier. A picnic.

The sun was dipping back into the horizon of the ocean, the big ball of light, starting to disappear into glinting waters and turning the sky into a burst of blues and oranges. It was beautiful, but I turn my eyes to Ben’s direction to gauge his reaction. Was it too plain?

The small smile on his face contradicted that though, his eyes looking around the balcony before they meet mine. “You’ve certainly outdone yourself.”

“Considering that it took me forever to think about this… thank you.” I manage out a small smile, putting my other hand on his arm, hopeful that this was good enough.

I feel the arm between us, wrap around my waist, the feeling making my stomach do a flip. Why did it do that? He’s done that a dozen times before. My stomach does another flip when I feel him kiss the top of my head, a chuckle escaping me.

“Thank you, small fry. Speaking of which, I think they’re calling my name.” Ben remark before heading over to the direction of one of the happy meals, dropping down to sit on the blanket I set down.

Small fry. I was not that small. I move over to sit across him on the blanket and give him the box I ordered for him, the order already memorized by heart. “I’m pretty sure that you know what’s in this already.”

“I’d be offended if it wasn’t what I thought.” Ben replies as he takes a fry out, throwing one at me before he starts stuffing his face with the rest.

I dodge the dry, grabbing my own fry to toss it at him with a smirk.

“Did you even wash your hands?” I ask as I start eating.

“I don’t see you washing your hands now do I?” his eyes narrow.

That’s where he was wrong. I reach over to the side of the pile and pick up a small bottle of hand sanitizer and wave it in the air, smirking. “I used this a while ago, you heathen.”

“Heathen,” he scoffs. “Alright then, toss it over you clean freak.”

I throw it over to his lap, talking around my mouth. “I’m not a clean freak. I just find the idea of eating with dirty hands unappealing.” I stick my tongue out at him.

“Unappealing.” he snickers.

“Yes, unappealing” I echo back, shaking my head before reaching for one of the sodas and turning my head a little to watch the sun going down. I don’t think I could be as cheesy as wanting to do this with him, or with anyone for that matter. There’s a certain silence between us, focusing on the food for a while before Ben pipes up with a question.

“So. Angeles or Bonita sunsets?”

He asked a question like that, and no matter what I do I feel the memory coming back to me. Coffees and balcony included. And do our sunrises live up to Bonitas? The entire conversation over the different sunsets between the two places makes me feel slightly homesick.

“No place can ever quite compare to your home province.” I reply to a comment made by Ben about him picking the sunset in Angeles.

“Bonita's are beautiful, of course. But their lifeguards are my favorite.” I see him grin from the corner of my eye, and I try not shrug at him.

“Smooth move, stud.” I chuckle at the comment, shifting slightly to face his direction. “Do you think that line’s really gonna work?”

“I'm extremely confident seeing as we made it this far.” his grin turns slightly more crooked and I try not to smile too much.

I wrinkle my nose in response, still trying to suppress the smile tugging on the corners of my lips at the knowledge that we really did make it far. “And considering where this all started, if I might add.” I finally let go and let myself grin back, and I sigh. “The good old days.”

“Right well these are the better days, Miss Loyola.”

“That’s Lady Loyola, Prince Schreave.” I tilt my head as I eat a fry pointedly.

He quirks his brow up, “I thought that name was off limits.”

“I’m referring to the title, not the name, stud. While I’m here, I’m a Lady.” I snort, “And you're right. That name is still off limits.”

“Even for me?” he bats his eyes at me.

I purse my lips to the side. “Do you honestly want to be dating someone with the name ‘Lady’?”

“I, personally, don’t mind that your name is Lady. I think of you as Viv anyway.”

“Aweeee,” I tilt my head sweetly before dryly saying, “well you don't mind it because you're not the one who has to avoid getting called ‘Lady Lady’.��

A short laugh escapes Ben. “That’s fair. Forget I mentioned it, dearest small fry.”

I swipe the back of my hand over my forehead, “Consider it forgotten.” I blink blearily for extra effect, looking around disorientedly. “What were we talking about again?”

“Such a comedian,” he laughs again, this time flicking at my hair.

“Comedienne.” I correct before shoving a fry in my mouth. “It’s with an ‘ienne’ like the last letters of my name.”

Ben snorts, throwing a fry at me. “You’re ridiculousienne.”

I try to snort back before feeling the fry hit me in the face and making me chuckle slightly. “Try saying ridiculousienne 10 times. Sounds like a great tongue twister.”

“I’m not even going to attempt that. Ever.” Ben says as he reaches over for his mcflurry.

“You made the word up,” I say as I continue to go through the remainder of my happy meal, nuggets and all. “I dare you to do it.”

He sighs talking around a bite of his mcflurry, “Fine, but I’m only setting myself up for failure.” Ben swallows before he starts to recite. “Ridiculousienne ridiculousienne ridiculousienne ridiculousienne ridiculousienne ridiclousnkasokdnd.” his words start to jumble up, ending with him making a face and instantly making me start laughing uncontrollably, some of the food I was chewing making me choke slightly.

“Oh my God,” I try to manage out between coughs and wheezes. It wasn’t supposed to be that funny, oh god, it wasn’t supposed to be this funny. “ridiculousienne.” I suddenly fall to my side as I try to contain my laughter.

I can hear Ben’s laughter mixing my own a little before suddenly feeling him poke me. “Stop it, I told you it would be bad.”

I scrunch my face up while laughing- taking a moment for me to sober myself before sitting up again.

“Okay okay okay…” I blink, curling my lips in to avoid laughing. “It wasn’t that bad. It was just… ridiculousienne.” The word was just weirdly funny, so funny that it made me suddenly start laughing again.

“Vivienne.” a small laugh comes from him, making me look up to see his face flush slightly before he suddenly flops back onto a nearby pillow. I move over to hover over him a little, sitting closer to him- still trying to contain myself.

“Benjamin?”

For a moment, he just stares up at me and I’m taken by surprise when I feel his hand reach up to squish my face between his thumb and index finger. “Your cheeks are perfect for this.”

“My cheeks? Really Ben?” I lift a brow up, “Well we can’t all have great bone structure like you.”

“Yes, it is especially fine, isn’t it?” he smirks, feeling the pressure on my cheeks grow a little more before I lose that contact from him, a small travesty.

I reach over to pinch his cheeks in retaliation, smirking down on him. “Actually the whole package is especially fine.”

Ben’s eyes narrow, his face suddenly going red again. “How do you always manage to catch me off guard with your flirting?”

Well…

“I’ll let you in on a secret.” I lean down, making sure to close the space between us. Flirting with Ben was always hilarious, and his reaction to my lips hovering over his was priceless, the sudden bobbing up and down of throat, the look in his eyes. “I just need the right inspiration.” Of course teasing was just part of all of this and I shift slightly so I can place a kiss his cheek.

Nothing was ever as good as the real thing though. I feel him put his hand behind my neck, bringing me and pulling me in for a real kiss, only kissing him back and leaning down even more to cup the sides of his face and I could feel the two of us smile against the kiss before Ben pulls away.

“I’d say you’re also a pretty good motivator.”

I smile down at him as I lean back, “I suppose the combination of insults and compliments might bring out some pretty good results.” I toss a part of my hair back out of habit.

“Ah, the hair toss. What a trademark.”

“As iconic as your smile.” I reply before he reaches out to me and wrap his arms around me and pulling me down to him, making me squeal a little, looking up at him with a laugh. “The one time that I didn’t have to tilt my head up to look at you… ending so quickly.”

He laughs a bit, “Yes, this giant was eager to feel even more like a giant today.”

A groan escapes me at his smugness, but I can’t help but tuck myself closer to him. “Today of all days!” I jokingly lament. “How selfish of you.”

“I know, I’m absolutely terrible.”

I reach an arm over to hug him a little, my arm barely managing to wrap around his torso. “Terrible, awful, dreadful, atrocious, ghastly,” I look up to him. “Should I continue?”

“By all means. Since I have a walking thesaurus now I should put it to use.” He smirks.

“I consider this a challenge.” I chuckle before racking my brain up for even more synonyms. “Appalling, abhorent, sickening, unpleasant.” Of course I meant none of that, but an idea crosses my mind as I continue to list things down. “Heinously... handsome, agonizingly... sincere, abominably kind, grievously benevolent…”

“Oh my God,” he puts his hand on his face. “Is it your mission in life to make me the most embarrassed person ever?”

“Why would you be embarrassed?” I watch his reaction. “I mean every word of it.”

He glances over to me, pausing for a moment before speaking up with a hint of curiosity. “The good parts right?” he lets out a short chuckle.

“Yes, only the good parts.” I laugh, keeping my arm around him. “All those good parts are synonymous to Ben Schreave.”

I feel him reach up to hold one of my hands, a small smile on his face. “To think I could only get a compliment out of you every week, if that.”

That was true, my compliments were very rare at the beginning of this but somehow, they started to flow more naturally now.

“Oh don't worry, the important thing is that I'm thinking about it when I'm not saying it.” I smile, squeezing his hand. “I just have that prickly reputation to protect.”

Ben shifts, rolling onto his stomach, propping himself on his forearms. “Hmm, so I get thought about often then?”

What? No… “Um…” suddenly the breeze from the ocean could do nothing to save the odd feeling of the heat rushing to my cheeks. I try to reach up to cover my face and formulate an answer. I couldn’t deny it, that’s for sure. I couldn’t because if I did it would seem like I didn’t care.“Not exactly often. Perhaps... moderately?” Nope, that didn’t help me at all.

Ben moves again, taking my hand away from my face, a crooked smile on his face. “You can tell me if it’s more than moderately.”

I huff out a breath. “Okay, maybe it’s more than moderately…” I feel myself flush even more, feeling awkward with admitting that I do, making me try to look away and prop myself up on my elbows.

His hand gently turns my face to face him, gently holding me. “I know you, well we, both have trouble talking about our feelings, but… well if we could keep up the honesty talk I’d appreciate it.” he smiles genuinely but I feel a sudden pang in my stomach. I try to let his words sink in, holding his gaze for a while before sitting up and try to put my feelings into words.

“Then I need you to be honest with me too.” I furrow my brows, “ I don't want anything to be unsaid right now, hard as talking about things could be.”

Like it or not, this could really be my last date with Ben. This could be it, the end and I suddenly flashback to one particular conversation I had shared with my dad on better days between us. The story of my mom leaving him, a delicate conversation between a 15 year old and her dad.

Ben immediately sits up and nods once, “Okay. Full honesty.”

“Where do we begin?” I cross my legs and tuck them underneath each other, not breaking eye contact with him, huffing another breath out as I run a hand through my hair. “Do you wanna ask each other questions?”

“I think I'd like to know what you ask first before I do. I'm not even sure what I want to say.” the corners of his mouth lift up slightly, as if it was a small reassurance that this conversation was going to end up being good.

“Fine, Lady first.” I slump my shoulders down, not bothering to practice perfect posture right now, not with my mind is so burdened with all these questions in my head, making me look around before settling on a question. “Why did you keep me around even after the whole scandal incident? Even after everyone judged you for keeping me?”

It hurt me to see people try to hurt Ben because of something I did.The one thing I’ve always tried to be is genuine with him, no matter how unpleasant I really could be. My hands fidget as I listen to him, try to see things through his point of view because a part of me needed to know why, if I really was worth all the trouble to him.

“Because I know you. I like to think I do, at least. Your values have always been with loyalty to others and to who you are. What I've gotten to know is worthy of my trust in you and your character, no matter a less than ideal job. You deserve the benefit of the doubt.”

Everything he says makes me glance down, leaving me touched because I had gained his trust.“I hated that job with the passion of a thousand suns.” I shut my eyes for a moment, trying to avoid any unnecessary flashbacks. “I always had to pretend to like people.” I shake it off, opening my eyes once again and looking up at him. “But trust me when I say that there was no pretending with you.” My lips curl in, “Thank you for believing in me that way.”

“I care about you, Vivienne. I couldn’t do anything else but believe in you.” He says, drawing up his knees to his chest- leaning forward to rest his arms on them. Well, make yourself comfortable because obviously both of you are trying to have a heart to heart.

I nod my head once, tilting my head a little to try and get over the growing lump in my throat, trying to do what he asked and try to express myself. “I care about you a lot. At times, I get scared because I feel like I'm drowning with how much I do.”

There, I dare not break eye contact with him for a few seconds before he glances a way and picks up a happy meal toy and starts fiddling with it. “Drowning, huh?” His words come out in a mutter, as if he was talking to himself.

“Head reeling, shortness of breath, this feeling of being overwhelmed... feels a lot like drowning.” All of those, I’ve felt whenever I was with him, or even thought of him at times. I blink when I see him look away, and I fear that he may think of this as a bad thing for me. “I've never really felt this way about someone before.”

This is that feeling only matched when I think and try to care for my dad, but vastly different too. It was in a different way, the kind that I just wanted to try and avoid- but now, here: there was no avoiding all of this.

Ben finally turns back to me, “ Ever.” he echoes, as if in question.

I shake my head, my chest feeling like it’s starting to cave in on itself with exposing myself like this. “Never to this extent.” Never with someone I think I could be in love with, and think that it could end up destroying me.

“Which extent?” he quietly asks. That is an excellent question.

“To the extent that I know that if this doesn't end up working out, it's going hurt.” I run my hand through my hair, continuing as I glance down and try to explain things. “And I've seen how bad relationships ending could be, my dad's the perfect example. The first heart attack he had? It was right after my mom left him. The doctors called it stress induced cardiomyopathy. Most know it as broken heart syndrome.” I finally look back up at him. “Seeing that happen to him... it made me want to avoid every situation that could leave me like that.”

It’s never easy, the thought of having to say good bye to someone you have a relationship with- or if I relented a little, I’d say romantically involved with in good consideration that you’d want to see a future with them. Nobody ever gets their chance to say good bye to their love. Neither my dad. The day my mom had left him, he’d lament to me how all he wanted to say was that he loved her. He still loved my mother to this day, even after she fell out of love with him and left him for someone else. Even when he had his accident, all he could ask me to do while I watched over him was to call mom and tell her that he did.

Would you honestly believe that? The last words he’d ever want to say to my mother, and it was that he loved her.

It makes me wonder, could you still really be in love with the person who hurt you the most? Or is it because you love them the most, that they’re damage on you is the greatest? I believed it was the latter but I hoped to never put myself in the position to get hurt.

But here I was, waiting for an answer and trying to grasp at everything he says for a clue as to what the future ahead.

And it scared me, it scared me too much because I was considering giving up what I dreamed of because there was everything good, everything I couldn’t imagine wanting right in front of me encapsulated into soft brown eyes and an unrelenting smile. And I fall, I fell, and I grew into the lovesick person I didn’t want to be in fear of becoming as weak as my father.

Ben’s quiet for a moment, holding my gaze. “I’d never want to do anything to hurt you like that, Viv.”

I shift a little from where I’m sitting, wrapping my arms around myself and taking a moment to try and believe that, as if Ben’s final decision wouldn’t hurt me, I understood that it would- but I still nod my head. “I know you don't. But we've got to be honest and acknowledge that even the best intentions can leave damage.” I shake my head this time, noticing the sad look on his face.

“The worst part is that I still want to take this risk.” I meet Ben’s eyes, “Or maybe it's the best part.”

It could be the best part, wanting to take this risk. To even think of all of this as a means to an end. I could see it, and what hurts is the possibility of it all not happening.

“I’ve always known you to be a risk taker.” the smallest of smiles hints at his lips, a small bit of humor to relax our minds from how tense this topic could be and for a moment the joke does make me want to smile, but I curl my lips in.

“When it comes to the people I care about the most, I'd take risks for them any day.”

“And I’m part of the most category?” his expression changes again, turning more serious and I sober my own too.

“There's no denying that you are, Ben. Somehow in the time we've spent together, you've somehow managed to find a spot there.”

“You’re incredibly important to me too, you know. Don’t doubt that.”

“I would have never guessed.” I hang my head for a moment, looking at my own fidgeting hands with a hint of a smile.

From the corners of my eyes, I can see Ben smile just a little. “Good.” he says before pausing. “So is this… well I don’t know what this is.” he seems to admit, probably referring to this whole conversation.

“I'm pretty sure you gave it the name ‘honest talk’ earlier.” I reply as a matter of factly before I try to get back to business with him. “Do you have any questions to add to this? This could be your last chance to ask it, stud.”

“I don’t think so. Waiting for what feels like something big.” he says, running a hand through his hair and looking at me.

“Alright,” I breathe out before deciding to flop back onto the blanket and close my eyes, somehow exhausted from all that talking about feelings. “You've got the whole night, stud. That's a lot of time to think.”

“Um.” Ben stares at me for a while. “I guess the only one on I can come up with is whether or not this reveal is good or bad.”

I turn my head to his direction, tilting my head as I ask, “What reveal?” Reveal that I like him? That wasn’t obvious enough??

“I don’t... I don’t know. I mean, we’ve established we’re important to each other, that we mean something. I can’t think of anything else to say other than- well, I don’t know who I’m picking yet. It’s all complicated.” he sighs, glancing away for a moment.

My brows furrow at the uncertainty he’s showing me, and I suppose this is his way of being honest too. I sit back up again to reach over and place my hand on his arm. “I don't think complicated can really sum up what's going on right now. Everything right now... it feels like we're walking around eggshells. You're afraid. So am I.” I sigh.

“I don’t think I’m afraid actually. More anxious really.” Oh.

“Who wouldn't be? Most 21 year olds don't have this kind of decision to make. So you're anxious and I'm scared. Great combination, if I do say so myself.”

He chuckles at the joke, “I’m sorry I don’t have more questions. I genuinely don’t know what else to ask.”

“It's alright.” I click my tongue before reaching out for my sundae, a little disappointed that it had already melted but nonetheless opening it to mix the melted soft serve and hot fudge and creating a make-shift milkshake and taking an experimental sip. Surprisingly good. “I think I have a couple of more questions to ask you.”

“I’m ready.” he gives me a crooked smile as he starts cleaning up around him.

“Do you know what you're looking for at the end of all of this?” I raise a brow up, wondering what his idea of this ending would result to.

“Lots of things. Someone I love deeply and who hopefully feels the same way. Who can also be a great queen for my people because- well it’s not as simple as love.” he makes a face. “Even love isn’t that simple.”

It never was. I nod my head in agreement, another question coming into mind. “Do you think you're already in love with someone here?”

He immediately pauses, his lips curling in as he turns his focus away, speaking up with an “ I think so. My only dilemma is who.”

“And these last dates are here to help you figure that out?”

“Mostly. And to... give everyone some closure in a way. Or at least try to.”

Closure, what a blessing.

“Yeah, it would have sucked if I didn't get to have a conversation like this with you.” I admit, glancing down for a moment. “Not a lot of people get to have this kind of talk…” They just pack their bags and leave a note on the fridge.

“No, they don't.” Ben says before I feel a hand over mine, tilting his head. “Are those all your questions?”

“For now, yes.” I look up and take his hand in mine. “Thank you for answering them.” I brush my thumb over the back of his hand, managing out a small smile.

“To quote myself and with a signature smile.” He grins. “'happy to do it.'”

I let go of his hand, my face going flat. “Oh my god, you sound like a broken record with that.”

“That was the point.” he smirks and I snort, reaching over to my happy meal to throw a fry at him and his stupid smirk, but find the box empry-deciding to just grab a wrapper and turn it into a little ball before throwing it at him.

He immediately blinks when it hits him in the face. “That's what I get for being so compliant? Rude.”

“You catch onto things very slowly, Ben.” He smirks, “You should have noticed my rudeness a long long time ago.”

“Hey” he throws the paper ball back at me. “I chose to be decent and not point it out until now. I am not slow.”

”You're decently slow for someone who loves fast food so much.” I tease before the ball hits me on my shoulder and I pretend to feel the pain of the impact, clutching my shoulder and falling to my side. “Oh! The agony! I've been hit! Go on without me.”

He snorts before poking my shoulder, “I think I will. And take the oreos with me.”

“I knew it. You were in love with the oreos all along! *points an accusatory finger at him* This is how you leave me for another, injured, broken hearted... Oh the humanity!

I hear the crinkling sound, watching him immediately grab a pack of oreos from the pile of junk and clutching them to his chest. “I won't apologize for having my priorities in order.”

“Oreo sure about your decision?” I look up at him, still on the ground but trying to maintain a challenging expression of my face and try not to laugh at my own joke.

Ben rolls his eyes, “Now I'm 110% sure of my decision. There's really no coming back from that.”

“Thank you.” I joke. “I knew that my humor was really going to win you over.”I tilt my head with a smirk.

“Right right, the puns. That's what it is.” He chuckles.

I point my thumb to the room. “Should I go and start planning everything then?”

“Plan what? More oreo binge eating?” He laughs,

Ben snorts. “Yeah, and I was soooo going to raid the pantry's entire oreo stash.”

“Not before I get to it. I know all the secret nooks and crannies.”

“Really now?” I hold his gaze for a while, lifting my brow up. “That sounds like a challenge.”

“No challenge.” He narrows his eyes, “My secrets are going to stay my secrets.”

“The ever so honest Ben, keeping secrets?” I gasp as I cover my mouth with my hand in mock shock. “This is a completely new side of you I've yet to see. ”

He smugly replies. “A wonderful, exciting side.”

I tilt my head. “Exciting? Really? Does this side of you come with sarcasm?”

“Every part of me comes with sarcasm.” he gestures to his body before he takes an oreo out of the pack in his hands.

“I still find that hard to believe.” I say as I reach over to pick out the oreo from his hand and pop it into my mouth, smirking at him.

Ben’s jaw suddenly drops before he grabs a blanket and putting it over his head. “No more theft!”

If you listened in well enough, you’d probably hear the distinct sounds of him eating underneath.

“Oh my god, the prince has disappeared! Oh whatever would I do without him now?” I try not to smile at how ridiculous he’s being, but play along anyway.

“You sound like you're talking to a five year old.” he pauses, “And please don't say I'm the five year old or a child of any age.” I hear him eat again.

“Fine,” I snort as I reach over to lift the blanket up to see how he was doing. “You act like a baby, all swaddled up in your blankey.”

He pouts before bringing the blanket over his head. “Let me eat in peace.”

I chuckle, an idea coming into mind as I quietly stand and tiptoe off the balcony and into the empty room, choosing to press my back against the wall by the door- waiting to see how long it would take him to realize I was gone.

After a while and a few more eating sounds, I hear him call out, “I hope you know, wherever you are, that I'm not moving from my oreo safe haven. I'm very comfortable.”

I try to stay quiet, not quite wanting to give away my hiding spot and suppressing a groan with him not playing along.

“I'll wait.” he calls out again after a quiet moment. Well, I guess I’d have to lure him here.

“I'll just be waiting here too.” I slump down, moving to sit on the ground and staying hidden. “I think I'm liking my view better here. Enjoy your special time with your oreos.”

”I bet you're staring at your couch or something.” he snickers.

A snort escapes me, “No I’m not,” I pause before adding, looking forward. “I’m staring at the door.”

“Because that's such a great improvement.” Oooo, I can just smell the sarcasm from here.

“It's a-door-able, unlike you.” I prod back at him, bringing my legs to my chest, laughing at the joke and sure that could lure him in.

I hear a scoff and the sound of some rustling a distinct sound of someone starting to walk to the door and my direction. “Alright now we need to share some words.” I can hear him approaching. Bingo. “on how you're absolutely, terribly, completely wro--”

“BOO!” I yell as I stand up and surprise him.

“AH!” He takes a step away from me, putting a hand over his chest with a glare. “You’re mean too.”

I cackle, seeing the look on his face making me laugh hard enough to hold my sides and lean against the wall. “I'm sorry! Oh god, sorry!” I laugh again, “Please continue describing me. Go on. I'm absolutely, terribly, completely…”

“I was going to say wrong but horrid might be another one.” He gives me a flat look.

“Come on.” I laugh, unbothered by the look on his face. “You know you love me.” I snicker. “You just can’t admit it.” I joke, the words leaving too quickly that I don’t realize in time what I had just said.

Ben suddenly blinks at the statement, his face going red before laughing nervously. “Well um, I don’t know about that.”

I look at him, his reaction and well… “Oh.. OH, sorry. I didn't mean it like /that/... or anything. I was kidding.” I try to laugh, coming out more nervous as I feel my own face flush- eye contact wasn’t exactly an option right now, looking down and mutter. “You know you love me... pshhh. I sound stupid.”

He just told you that he didn’t know. Don’t push it, don’t seem desperate.

“No, not so stupid.” Ben mumbles before gulping, a quick silence between us. “I have a question for you.”

I lift my brow up at the nervous expression on his face, nodding my head. “Fire away.”

Please don’t be what I think it could be.

“Do you love me?”

There comes a point in your life when you try to get a grip on yourself when just a couple of words could leave you shaken to the core. My eyes widen at first, the entire world slowing down as I feel my heart start to race. “The one question you ask, and it’s that one.”

I look down. I try to get a grip on myself, I try to- because I couldn’t lie to Ben, even if it means forgetting to protect myself. How do you even answer that question without getting hurt? I don’t want to say it out loud, saying out loud could make everything worse, but Ben… nothing left unsaid. This was it.

“I've always known that there was a danger to falling in love with someone. Most of the time, I always had a tight grip on that reality…” I try to take a breath, trying to keep myself calm but feeling the nerves catch up to me and my throat. “but I can't let go of everything that's in front of me right now because no matter how many times we joke about ending this, I can't because…” Time to take a page out of dad’s book. I meet his eyes, trying my best to keep every emotion imaginable at bay.

“I do.”

As always, I knew what I wanted. I wanted Ben. I loved him. I wanted all those sunrises, and sunsets, and breakfasts and lunches and dinners with him and this all felt even more stupid the more I think about wanting it and the possibility of that and so much more was actually appealing to someone like me. I wanted to be loved by him too, was that so bad? Was that honestly such a bad thing to want? To be loved in return?

Everything seems to go at slow motion as he blinks a few times, sucking in a breath before he reached for my hand. “I... don’t know what to say other than like earlier, it’s all so complicated. But you feeling that way, it makes me happy alright? Really happy.” He manages out a small crooked smile, his smile doing what little effect it could to soothe the feeling that I had opened a new wound on myself and everything just start spilling one after another.

I squeeze his hand hand once, taking a step towards him. “I know, it's all so complicated. It's complicated for me too.” I furrow my brows as I shake my head- another reality coming into my mind, something tucked away to avoid even more complications. “I know that being with you means going down a certain path. and after considering it for a while, I realized that going down road means giving up the one dream I had been holding on to for the longest time.”

Ben’s brows knit, “And are... you willing to give up that dream? If it came to that? Even though I’d hate asking you to sacrifice something you love, it’s an unfortunate part of the job.”

“You can't ask me to give it up, I know. In the long run, it really goes through two separate choices.” I feel the pit in my stomach grow as I think about it. Giving up wanting to be a doctor? “Right now, I'm going through two ifs. What if I choose you and you choose me in the end? I let go of being a doctor, I'd always end up feeling the regret of not pursuing it, probably hating myself to a certain degree. If I chose it over you, I'd end up always asking and hating myself what if I stayed with you?”

In the end, I’d be hating myself either way. I end up shaking my head again as I hold his gaze- one sure thought coming into mind. “Just because I have those thoughts /doesn't/ mean you're not worth the sacrifice because,” I huff a breath out. “you are.... but I've already given up so much for other people, Ben.”

There’s a sad look on his face. “I know you have. That's why I'd never want you to do something that felt wrong in your heart, regardless of what I feel. I want you to have the freedom of your own choices.”

I held onto that dream for so long, I’m not quite sure I’d ever let it go. It got me through the worst, knowing that I’d get a better life for me and my dad while doing what I’d want to do- but a possible life with Ben? That’s a chance of living life with the reassurance of having someone there, someone who’d choose to love you. (Hypothetically speaking of course).

“Thank you.” I take a look at him, closing the distance between us and running my hand through my hair. “Everything's been pretty complicated these past few days because of that.” I shake my head once. “ I just needed you to know that... and that other very important thing…” I reach a hand up to run a hand through his dark hair, starting to come to terms with all of this. “if this really is the end.”

He looks to me, staying quiet for a moment. “Are you willing to stay then? For me to decide? Or…” he trails off, not needing to continue the thought since we both had it on our minds.

“I've waited this long Ben. I think you and I have been through a lot.” I move my hand slightly to rest on the nape of his neck, trying to comfort whatever distress was on his mind with a small smile. “I'm staying, and I'll wait to find out what you decide. I think I can trust the feelings that lead you to keep me here.”

I’ll stay for as long as he wants me to be here. If time was going to run out, then so be it. At least I could say I tried.

Ben seems to let go of a breath he was holding, a tired smile on his face. “Okay, that's... good to hear. Thank you, Viv. For everything really.”

“Thank you, too.” I reply, slowly closing the gap between us and giving him a soft kiss. “You don't know how great these past few months have been for me. This was the life I finally got to experience everything I never got to do back home.”

I feel him lean in and kiss my forehead, “That's all I could ever want for you. A life that you wanted and needed.”

I move to lean my head against his chest, wrapping my arms around him. “And I just want you to be happy… as cliche as that really sounds.”

That’s the least we really want for the people we love, happiness, contentment- things that sound easy at first but more difficult than assumed.

“Cliche but always true. Feeling is mutual.” I catch a smile tugging on his lips.

“This is actually the part where I'd usually say, ‘oh god, we're not going to hug now are we?’ but seeing that we already are.”

“Well you are. We'll see if I return the hug.” he smirks down.

“Fine, don't hug me then.” I reply, only squeezing him tighter.

“Losing... oxygen…” he says out in a strangled way, obviously pretending.

“Shhhh, just let a girl hug you a little longer.” I laugh, loosening my hold on him.

He laughs along, finally returning the hug. “That can be arranged.”

“Finally.” I smile smugly, leaning more into him and trying to remember things. There were a lot of little things I’d miss about him, this small little piece of happiness for the past few months. The kisses on the top of my head, like the one he gives me now. Ben’s hair, sometimes softer than it looks, the way he always managed to smell fresh but also as rich as brewed coffee, kisses with the boy who smiled despite everything around him. I both hated and loved how much I grew to care for him this way, because one day I could be forced to stop.

I guess you could really say that I am my father’s daughter. We just loved getting our hearts broken. I could only hope that this story had a happier ending.

#selection oc #selectionoc #vivienne loyola #viv fics #challenges #ben tag

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finalvlog-a · 6 years ago

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Hey so I wanted to take a second to say thanks to everyone in this community. I only just came back to writing on tumblr and I made Alex as a quick ‘har dee har’ moment to give me an excuse to write a sarcastic, smart dude and holy crap I could not have anticipated that in a little over a week I’d be writing with SO many talented, well-spoken, kind individuals or making such intricate plot plans or making GRAPHICS and ALL THE THINGS ESSENTIALLY!

This has been a seriously amazing thing to be able to sign onto in the midst of some not so fun tragedy and junk in my real life so yeah. Thanks to the Far Cry 5 fandom, to all the people who have followed me, to the other fandom blogs I know NOTHING about but hang around. To everyone who has had such kind things to say about my writing, about Alex and the silly shenanigans happening on the blog.

Y’all are amazing! The ones I write with, the ones I lurk, the ones I haven’t maybe followed back but do see.

I am possibly extremely drugged up right now from pneumonia but I wanted to make sure this was said because I can’t hit everyone’s inbox without Tumblr getting mad and thinking I’m a robot but I CAN write a rambling post saying thank you and letting you all know you are much appreciated and valued.

#☄ OFFLINE … ooc

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murfeelee · 7 years ago

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Weekend Replies - Backed Up

I forgot to do this for a few weeks, so some of them are kinda old; my bad!

And thank you all for the really sweet comments y’all left on the Followers Tag, despite all the ranting and venting I did, asking people to UNFOLLOW me. XD

declarations-of-drama replied to your post “Get to Know Me (Followers Tag)”

This was very interesting to read, and I'm assuming you're a Dragon in your Chinese Zodiac? I'm a Snake in mine so I can totally relate to your Harry Potter choice! :D

Nah, it’s cuz I’m the Mother of Dragons and they’re my spirit animal and I’m Maleficent reincarnated and, you know, they’re awesome. >:)

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Oh so you birthday is between the 17th to the 23th of April!

Yup, it’s April 21st! (Just like the Queen of England. :P) I’m a Tauries -- crazy and bossy and evil like an Aries; lazy and stubborn and materialistic like a Taurus. XD XD Perfect royalty material. 8)

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Love the pics and gifs you answer, I think there needs to be a middle of ravenclaw & slytherin! xD

Slytherclaws unite!!! \^0^/ I love Hybrid Houses.

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I can't talk about Dell without saying bad things - so I will just say - ALL the best to you Murfles for 2018 - I hope you get everything sorted out fine and dandy xxx

This busted PC already blue-screened on me! ALREADY!! And it is slower than I’d expect it to be -- my HP was almost 10 years old and still put up with a lot of BS from me. Wtf is up with this thing? Stupid effing Windows 10 effing Dell effing junk. No wonder it was on sale. >_> HPs are more expensive, but totally worth the investment, IMO. This is just what I get for being cheap.

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This needs to be so much more!! !like SERIOUSLY! You could make the scene into some cool art for Sims' walls or something. It's incredible look you've captured YET AGAIN!!!!

THANK YOU! <3 I was actually thinking of doing a little music machinima for the next part, but time is not on my side -- I still have to upload the bellydancing outfits & accessories I made, and I’m running out of time before the next semester starts. Urgh. We’ll see though.:)

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She's so cuteeeeeeee ;_;

Thank you! She’s Sakura, my psychotic yet kawaii avatar sim! :3

Lighting Mod WIPs

Thanks to all the help and input I’m getting from my lovely testers, I’m get closer to settling on a final product! \^0^/

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It looks so dreamy! Very nice :)

Glad y’all are liking the WIPs!

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LOVE the GIF in center too of the reveal. Beautiful and sets the mood.

It’s from the anime I’m watching that inspired the mod! :D (I’ll be posting gameplay pictures eventually.) Though I made the mod with an anime in mind, it also fits in really well with trippy alien/fantasy worlds. (The anime itself was very trippy and weird, so I’m not surprised. :P )

STAY TUNED~! ^_^

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fabermemorialrink · 7 years ago

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some mistake, part 3

This part marks the end of what would be chapter one! Still a good handful of sections to upload after this one, but uh I should warn you I probably left off in the middle of writing the most important part, so I hope y’all don’t mind some suspense later on haha. Thanks again for reading!!

So Derek takes Dex’s advice to heart and tries, he really does, and...it kind of works. There are some people in each of his classes that he becomes friendly with, that he can grab a bite with or have study sessions with. And the team has several guys he's pretty close to now. There's Shitty, who’s easy to talk to and shows his support for Derek in his free-spirited, oft-naked way, and Ransom and Holster, who take him under their defensive wing. Ollie and Wicks, Indy and Alph and manager Sierra who treats them all like her out-of-control little brothers.

Derek likes them all but just even being in school drains him every day, over time. There's nothing wrong with any of them, per se, but they're all part of the same system, and it's like a vortex of bleakness that everyone at Andover is caught in. So he goes to class and talks to the tolerable people, and re-learns every single morning how to ignore the intolerable ones, and he goes to practice and bonds with the guys, and when it starts cascading into the always present shadow of pressure and prejudice, he escapes to where he can take a moment, just to be himself without being berated for having the audacity to exist.

He doesn't usually see Dex when he's just meditating in his hidey-hole, his head poking out to rest on the roots and stare up at the treasured glimpses of sky that are revealed to him through the shifting leaves. But he realizes soon enough, shortly before he heads back to the city for Thanksgiving break (because all three of his parents are actually going to be home simultaneously for once) that when he dares to delve deeper, and the woods entangles itself around him slowly and imperceptibly until he's lost in a dark corner again, Dex appears like clockwork to rescue him.

It's an accident at first, just a genuine attempt to try and teach himself more about the outdoors. He read up on camping and shit, and some Thoreau for good measure, but putting what he read into practice doesn't seem hugely successful for Derek. Inevitably, he ends up stranded in the unknown - in the inner ring, as Dex finally tells him one day when they're sitting by a pond Derek's never seen before and eating trail mix he swiped from the dining hall - where his sense of direction fails him.

Dex is nothing if not supremely reliable and strangely, suspiciously, always aware of Derek's whereabouts, so Derek is never left waiting long before Dex storms out to chastise him for endangering himself. Derek still doesn’t get it, because literally nothing seems to live in the goddamn woods except his ginger stalker/self-appointed bodyguard/friend, so he continues to tell Dex to chill and make half-baked promises to not get himself murdered. Dex always does this hilarious hand-clench of frustration when Derek brushes off his concerns, but nevertheless semi-reluctantly puts up with his company until he deems it too dark or too cold for Derek to stay any longer.

Soon it becomes habit to search Dex out whenever Derek's feeling numb. On good days, they get along, talking about the junk they’re interested in. Dex isn’t up to date on the newest shows or movies that Derek likes, but they bond over the nostalgic films of the past, and Derek gives quick and dirty summaries of all the shitty books he’s read on long plane rides. If he exaggerates the inanity of some of the plots, well, it gets a laugh out of Dex, so whatever.

On not-so-good days, at least he has someone he can argue unapologetically with. Sometimes it's important stuff, because Dex is still very much a know-nothing white boy who doesn't understand what Derek goes through on a daily basis. And though Derek still doesn’t actually know much about Dex at all, he does know that Dex thinks he’s too damn rich to understand his hang-ups about buying nice but frivolous things, and dropping more than eight dollars on brunch. So they fight about these things sometimes, but because Derek can’t physically find his way back home without Dex’s assistance, it becomes a forced learning experience for the both of them, to learn to listen to one another without tussling like elementary-schoolers. It works more than it doesn’t, but they’re also both dumbass fifteen year olds who don’t know when to quit, so there are nights that Dex dumps Derek at the field without another word and Derek spends the next day moping in his bed, then moping in his hollow until one of them has enough guts to go and apologize.

And sometimes, their arguments are about whether the pet rock was the best cash grab of all time, or how much money it would have cost to fake the moon landing, or whether it’s a terrible idea for Derek to try a backflip on the ice.

What it comes down to is this: even when they fight, at least Derek feels alive. At least he knows the person he’s talking to cares, about something. They’re not always in sync about how they see the world, but Dex is real in a way the kids at Andover never are, and willing, in his mulish way, to consider Derek’s point of view after a shouting match. And, for all the faces and weird noises he makes, he’s a good listener. Derek practices his public speaking assignment on him and his oral presentation for Spanish; Dex claps in the right places and throws pebbles at him when he’s avoiding eye contact too much. He asks after Derek’s family and his team, and almost always remembers to ask Derek about his games. Derek thinks he probably follows Andover hockey more closely than Shitty’s parents do. Several invitations to their home games have been extended, but Dex always apologizes before turning them down.

Derek doesn’t put it into words until the day Dex sets him to work gathering herbs “for reasons” and they’re sitting in the dirt and fog picking through weeds and chirping each other about their bad hand-eye coordination. Derek has mist in his face and there’s soil caked under his nails from digging up tiny sprouts and silvery roots, but it’s been the best part of his day by far.

“How’d you get dirt on your nose?” Dex asks when Derek delivers another handful of shoots to him.

“Just living that natural life, Dexy.” Derek swipes at his face with the back of his hand, but from the look that crosses Dex’s face he’s not finding much success. He makes another attempt with the heel of his palm this time.

“No, you- there’s even more now,” Dex says irritably. He reaches up, as if to brush the smudge away himself, but aborts the motion halfway and digs him hand harder into the ground instead.

Derek grins, and tries again. “Did I get it?” he asks as he deliberately streaks dirt from the bridge of his nose across his cheek. The corner of Dex’s eye twitches as he fights with himself, until Derek slowly and deliberately digs up a solid handful of muck, ready to plaster it to his own face.

Dex dives for him as he brings his hand up in slow-motion, flattening him to the ground as they battle over Derek’s hand.

“You’re a literal child, I swear to god,” Dex hisses, wrestling Derek's arm in place long enough to smear most of the dirt off.

“Lots of adults enjoy the rejuvenating properties of a mud mask, bro.” Derek pats his cheeks gently with what's left of the soil on his hands, and offers the remainder to Dex. “Give it a try. Refreshed skin will bring out your freckles more.”

“Why would I ever want that.” Dex has to pin Derek’s arm down with his shoulder to protect his face.

“Seriously? People would kill for the Look you got going on, dude.” Dex’s eyes narrow when he hears the capital L, but Derek continues. “You're like a concept painting of autumn. All gold and red and orange.”

“What does that even mean, you weirdo?” Dex groans into the dirt as he rolls away from Derek, ending in a patch of brambly leaves that stick in his shirt.

“It means you’re beautiful inside and out. Own it.”

“Were you put on this earth to torment me?”

“Maybe! Aw, that's cute. Like we were made for each other.”

“What.”

“Well, like, if I exist just to annoy you, and you exist to be my bff, then it's kinda like we were made for each other, right?”

“Wait- are we even having the same conversation right now?” Dex asks, confused. He bounces up like a pop-up book insert to give Derek his classic squint of suspicion. “Who's what now?”

“You’re my best friend, Dex, is what I’m saying,” Derek tells him, smiling at him sideways from where he's still tipped over into the mud. This is what it should feel like, right? This comfortable, unfiltered ease that Derek has grown used to in Dex’s presence. No pretenses, no fear of letting his chill slip or his anger surge. Derek is Derek, and Dex, even with all his secrets, is Dex, and that's all they need.

“Oh. That’s not where I thought this was going. Are you sure?” Dex asks, scratching awkwardly at his hair tucked under his cap. He cut it recently, choppy and slightly uneven; Derek suspects he may have done it by hand himself. Hopefully not with the hatchet. He seems to be in disbelief, so Derek solves the problem the only way he knows how: by being extra annoying.

“No, actually, now that I think about it more, I don't know if I can be friends with someone who’s afraid of barbershop quartets.”

“Oh my god, I'm not afraid of them, I just think the striped vests are fuckin’ weird! And the hats, too, Jesus. It's creepy, okay?”

“You are legit the strangest dude I know. You scared of 90s boy bands too? Leather pants, frosted tips?”

Dex undergoes a deep, full body shudder of disgust, visibly trying to shake the memory off himself. “Quit it, Nursey-”

“Matching track suits! Bandanas and denim overalls!”

“I don't understand how the hell we’re still friends,” and Derek’s smile must be embarrassingly real, because Dex flushes that nice shade of red he gets when he's flustered but not angry, and half-heartedly gives Derek a “yeah, okay, me too,” which, in the current flow of the conversation is a non-sequitur, but Derek gets it.

When it draws close to six, Dex packs up his basket and walks Derek back out, even though Derek has got a pretty good handle on navigating the outer ring by now, where the forest isn't yet labyrinthine and dim. Like always, he halts at the edge, but this time, he stops Derek with a hand to his arm, his skin warm despite the biting coldness in the air.

Dex is about to say something, but Derek word vomits on him before he can speak up. “You wanna come visit my dorm? We could watch Netflix, eat stale pop tarts.” It's such a fantastic proposition that Derek is surprised Dex doesn't immediately begin heckling him.

“Sorry, but I, uh, also gotta get home. Besides, you know they'd never let me into your prep school dorm room. Blue collar cooties,” he says with the sort of uncasual shrug that says he's accepted long ago there are places he isn't meant to go.

“I can't believe you just used the word cooties in a sentence,” Derek says, trying to lighten the mood, because even he's more than willing to sneak Dex in, doesn't mean his friend wants to go. He probably wants to keep their lives compartmentalized. They can share the woods; everything else is off-limits. That's okay. Derek can handle that.

“Some of us have to make do with our dollar store vocabulary.”

“I didn't say I didn't like it. You have the best cooties,” Derek says solemnly and clasps Dex’s shoulder.

Dex shakes him off, but cracks a smile, so it's a solid win. “Shut your face, Nursey. You know I wouldn't fit in with those guys. You'll just have to bring your pop tarts here. Not the laptop though; electronics don't work right in the woods.”

Derek swallows thickly, suddenly overcome with this invitation. It's new. Dex almost always sees Derek off with a demand that he watch his back and stay in school, like some kind of twisted after-school special. He never makes any indication that he actually wants Derek to visit, though Derek’s learned enough of his tacit signs by now to know that Dex doesn't mind his company. “Yeah? What flavor?” he asks when he unties his tongue.

“Wild berry. Extra stale.”

“I'll open a pack and leave it in my math binder for a week.”

Dex must remember that Derek avoids even touching his math materials if he can, because he laughs, and gives Derek a little shove closer to the field. “I'm counting on it. Hey, we need to make some ground rules though.”

“Rules? Like the name prohibition.”

The first couple of times they ran into each other again Dex had reiterated the ironclad importance of Derek never, ever uttering his name while in the woods. Dex nods now, relieved that Derek’s been bludgeoned with that information until it stuck.

“Right. Never tell anyone your name; that’s the most important one. Rule number two: don't trust anyone you meet in the woods. Got it?”

“Uh, what's that supposed to mean? Didn’t I meet you in the woods?”

Dex makes a complicated face and a jerky, ambivalent motion with his hand that Derek does not understand at all. “There's just some strange people in here sometimes,” he says, still hedging around something. “Be wary around them. If they ever try to make you break rule number one, get the fuck outta there. Even if it’s me, okay?”

What? Why would Dex ever…”Okay? If you say so?” What’s Dex afraid of? Brainwashing? Doppelgangers? Clones??

“Promise me, Nursey,” Dex says intensely, gripping Derek’s elbow tight. “I might not always be around to watch out for you.”

Derek must look too hesitant still, because Dex pinches his arm and he lets out a yelp. “Alright, chill, Dex. I promise.” Then, narrowing his eyes, he ventures to ask, “Is this a cult thing? ‘Cause my parents know people. We can help.”

“It's not a cult thing. And if it were, it’s not like I’d admit it.”

“Hmmmm.” Derek looks around, giving the woods a leery once-over, before leaning in to hiss, “Blink twice if they’re watching us. Blink three times if they’re holding you against your will.”

Dex stares at him for a few seconds before blinking deliberately twice (!), then a few more times for a total of five. Derek’s brain flies into overdrive as he tries to decipher this. Is it five as in two plus three? Is he giving Derek a signal? Or is he just messing around?

While he dithers over this, Dex purses his lips and blows a sharp stream of air right into Derek’s eyes. He recoils, clutching at his face.

“Ow, what the fuck, Dex!”

“That’s enough cultist bs for one day. Time to go home, Nursey. Walk slowly; wouldn’t want you to trip on literally nothing again and ruin your pretty face, city boy.”

“Ha ha,” Derek grouses, still rubbing his eyes. He’s well aware of his bad skin and awkward legs. Dex doesn’t need to rub it in. “D’you practice those lines on the squirrels before you try them on people?”

“Don’t be dumb. You ever seen a squirrel around here?” Dex snipes back, but the corners of his eyes crease in a smile and he mutters, “I practice on the trees.”

Derek is still laughing as Dex shoves him out onto the field toward home.

#nurseydex #nursey #dex #omgcp fic #some mistake #nursey's parents are a beautiful loving poly triad if that was not made clear yet

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technohumanlation · 7 years ago

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Bedtime Story

So. Y’all made me do this @fangurldayandnight and crew. Enjoy

Izabella believed Cade when he said his goodbye. She believed him when he said that she was family and they would take care of her. While Cade left for England with Bumblebee and Cogman, she was taken back to their junk yard sanctuary.

She also believed the neon green Autobot, Crosshairs, when he told her there would be no bedtime stories. He seemed to be the rough kind. That was fine with her. She was fourteen. She was well past the bedtime story age anyhow...

She wrapped her white and striped blanket around her as she settled into the cushions of a scrap car she called her bed. It was hot during the day but at night it could get chilly. The baby Dinobots were already sleeping soundlessly around her, a little chip or trill escaping them as they slept. Squeaks was around, maybe exploring the junkyard or simply sleeping outside. He could handle himself. He was a brave 'bot.

Izabella smiled, petting baby Slug around his horns. He trilled once before stretching out on the blanket she had provided for him.

"Hey, little J-lo!" There was a sudden loud bag on the car door, startling her from her thoughts. She groaned. She...just wanted to be left alone.

"My name is Izabella!" She seethed hanging her head outside where the back seat window would be. The little once Decepticon now Autobot was standing outside with a mini pizza box in hand.

"Ey, easy little girl. I just thought you were hungry, is all." He presented the box to her. "It's ah, meat lovers. Not too sure what ya like so-."

Izabella's anger dissipated a bit. "Oh." That was nice of him. She took her blanket off and opened the car door, standing outside awkwardly. She took the box, still warm from the microwave.

"Yeah, noticed you hadn't eaten anythin' in a day so..."

"Gracias." She smiled a bit. "Wheelie, was it?"

"Yeah." He was awkward as well. "Look ah, we have a fire going on over by the shop if ya wanna join. We try ta relax, ignoring the fact that the world may end as we know it. We thought it would lighten you up."

Izabella knew they were trying. Cade said they would take care of her. A bunch of war torn misfit Autobots. She took in a deep breath and sighed long and slow. She had to let them try. After all, they were her new family.

"Sure." She nodded.

"Cool, kid. Bring ya Pizza and blanket." He seemed happy in the fact he successfully got her to come out of her shell. The shell being the car.

She wrapped the blanket around her and carried the pizza, awkwardly following him. The darkness of the night gave way to a soft glow of a bon fire. Surprisingly it wasn't a wild fire as she imagined it to be, but calm and gentle. Strangely it was soothing her already.

She saw Drift, Hound, and Crosshairs sitting nearby. She smiled upon seeing Squeaks being poked by Hound in good nature. "-looks kinda badass to me." Squeaks chattered in appreciation.

"He's decrepit. Gotta wipe that 'con insignia off his arm." Crosshairs huffed, arms crossed over his chest as he casually sat atop a gutless truck. Hound was comfortable enough siting on the ground. Drift was as well, sitting cross-legged. He had his chin cupped by a bored hand. Occasionally poking the fire with one of his swords.

"You're decrepit Hound, can't even stand up straight without a grenade popping out of your-"

That's when Wheelie announced his presence. "Hey, hey! Be decent now, there's virgin audios around." He shouted up to him going back to his original spot next to Squeaks. "No matter what they says Squeaks, ya alright ta me." He chirped once in thanks.

Izabella stepped forward. At that moment everyone looked over to her. She wrapped the blanket tighter around her shoulders. She smacked her lips that suddenly seemed dry and swallowed.

Hound smiled. "Ah, don't worry about him, lil' lady. He's always like that. All bark no bite."

Crosshairs sighed. She could tell he was fighting to say a snide remark.

She offered a halfhearted smile. Quick and awkward. Drift was kind enough to push up a petrified log for her to sit on.

She said a quiet "thank you" before sitting and opening her box of pizza that was now cold. Food was food she supposed, and she hadn't eaten in a long while. Her growling stomach said so.

The little girl was going to take a bite of her pizza but she still felt optics on her. All of them as a matter of fact.

She looked up and they darted their optics this way and that avoiding anything but her. She sighed finally taking a bite.

Drift was the first to speak. "Grimlock ate another cruiser." He said offhandedly.

"I swear he's worse than a dog." Hound grumbled.

"A giant, terrifyin', fire breathing dog. Look, I wasn't there but from what I 'eard from you guys? Prime rode in on that big guy like a fraggin' boss." Wheelie nodded to Squeaks. He chirped in return.

Crosshairs smiled. "Believed in him from the start."

Drift whacked him on the shoulder. "My aft you did."

Crosshairs bobbed his helm this way and that. "I had doubts..." He gave in a little.

Hound took his cy-gar out of his mouth and laughed. "We were fighting by the skin of our teeth!" He pointed at Wheelie. "It was epic."

"Ya don't have skin and yes, I know. You told me the story." He mumbled something about robot dementia.

Izabella went to take another bite of her pizza but paused. She looked up to the conversation that was without her input. "You didn't tell me."

Crosshairs narrowed his optics. "No. no, I know what this is. I told you. No bedtime stories." He grouched.

Izabella rolled her eyes and groaned within her throat. "It's not a bedtime story if it actually happened. Then it's just a story."

Crosshairs cocked his jaw to the side.

"She got you there." Drift offhandedly commented, poking the fire, chin still in hand.

From where he sat, the green paratrooper kicked his arm out from under his chin and growled.

Drift shot him a look, readying his blade against his neck in a blink of an eye. Crosshairs knocked it aside, launched himself at the samurai, and grabbed the mech by the crest of his helm. A few series of unmechly "ow's" left him.

Izabella wrapped her blanket tighter around herself. "Um..?"

Before things could escalate, and they would, Hound stepped in. "Aw, cut it out you two. The girl just wants a distraction. Isn't that why you invited 'er?"

The green mech froze mid punch when Hound said that. He backed away from Drift crossing his arms again, chewing on his dentapick in embarrassing defeat.

"Yeah, he was too pussy to get cha himself." Wheelie smiled.

"No! I thought Wheelie would, ya know, be less, threatenin'."

"Yeah, mhmm, sure." Hound placed the cy-gar back into his mouth, glowing bright like an ember.

Izabella found herself smiling. They were like children. Exactly like them. It was...nice. Crosshairs was nice. Surprisingly. Maybe he was all bark no bite as Hound had said.

"Tell me about Optimus. He sounds cool." She placed aside her half eaten pizza, wrapping the blanket tighter around herself.

"Cool doesn't even describe him." Drift said returning to his relaxed cross legged state. He poked the fire again, sparks flying into the air.

Izabella watched them fly into the dark sky blending into the stars up above.

"Imagine it." Drift started his voice almost a whisper. "The battle was lost, one of many that the Autobots suffered. We were losing the war. Mechs and femmes alike dying, blood, and tears of those-"

Izabella looked away from the sparks, the sight in her mind being ripped away. "No, no, no, cut that crap out. You'll give her nightmares." Hound grumbled.

"Fine, what is it you have in mind?" Drift said in annoyance. He was a rather good story teller. He liked...details in his stories. Details that made the others question his sanity at times.

"Unicorns, fairies, and princesses in a far off kingdom." Crosshairs twiddled his fingers in mock happiness. "Where the prince-."

"Like hell!" There was a wet slap against his leg.

He looked down seeing the half eaten pizza slowly sliding down his calf.

Izabella was still poised from chucking the piece of pizza at him. And she realized two things. One she was dead and two she was very dead.

Crosshairs tilted his helm, optics dangerous. The air was tense. He looked back at her, mouth pressing into a thin line. The others did not dare to move.

"Now, Crosshairs, find you inner peace..." Drift instructed carefully.

He wasn't going to listen to such advice. No one did. Not until finally he sighed and backed away, suddenly thinking otherwise. "Good one, kid." He mumbled flicking it off like it was a dead bug. "Nasty though..."

Izabella sighed in relief with a giggle, as the others laughed. She tried again. "Seriously though. Optimus. From what I heard you guys love him. A hero!"

"I love him." Wheelie commented too seriously. Drift slowly leaned over to look at him, raising an optic brow. "I mean who doesn't c'mon..no homo." Drifted rolled his optics with a groaned sigh.

"We were in Tokyo right? Surrounded by Baldy's wannabe transformers-"

"I heard about that. Saw it on the news. It was loco." She curled her legs up closer to her body. "Something about wanting to excel-."

"Yeah, it was nasty and we rather not get into the details, girl." Crosshairs fixed his cloak before pacing his hands behind his helm, optics offlining. The fire flickered over the inside of his cloak where she saw outlines of weapons and other gadgets she had never seen. And she had seen a few. Hounds voice brought her back from her thoughts. She hadn't realized when he felt her eyes on him, Crosshairs was watching her silently as well. He hummed closing his optics again. She was a curious little thing.

"-He got so upset when Cade, Tessa, and Shane took cover in a cafe made of glass. So pissed. Anyway, Megatron took over his goons and it was a mess. Comin' left and right. We got separated from Prime and these two and all we had was a sharpshootin' Cade and our asses. When one got shot down two more came. It was an ugly 'con shit fest and we had front row seats." He bit on his Cy-gar for a bit.

Izabella blinked. "Megatron was that asshole that tried killing Squeaks right?"

"Oh yeah, can't miss him."

Izabella looked over to Squeaks who shivered at the thought of him. She knew the little 'bot wasn't the bravest but she knew he could be. One day he would have his moment. She knew it.

"Well, anyhow I was runnin' low on ammo and didn't have much to work with. Bee' was pinned down. It wasn't looking good."

"Our ship, stolen from a bounty hunter-"

"Long story." Crosshairs snipped in.

"-Held a few Cybertronian knights; the Dinobots over there."

"The Dinobots? They were Knights?" The teen was doubtful.

"Are." Drift corrected. "Explores and such sent to find new worlds."

Crosshairs sat up using Drifts arm as leverage, optics sparkling. The samurai didn't mind. "Optimus, bein' the crazy bot he is, goes in, frees them, and challenges Grimlock!"

Drift smirks. "He was scared, like a little baby."

"Was not. I wasn't getting killed because Optimus was doing one of those now or never miracles."

"Did he not pull it off?"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever he did. Doing his heroic brainwashing stuff." He was no longer laying down but sitting with his legs spread and hands hanging between them as he sat on the hood of the truck/seat. He twiddled his toothpick in thought. "It was pretty awesome."

Drift smiled throwing another log onto the fire.

Crosshairs took over the story, denta pick thrown into the fire. "We were chargin' back to Tokyo, Drift ridin' slug, I was ridin' good ol' Spike over there and Optimus was being Optimus hitching a ride with Grimlock. We charged the city and Decepticons are just run over, I swear." He hit Drift's shoulder.

"Indeed."

Hound took over. The bots were clearly becoming excited and Izabella lightly smiled. This was actually really...awesome.

"Boss 'bot gives the rallying cry and we're all saved. Grimlock melting 'con asses left and right. Optimus choppin' them up. Get him angry enough and he turns vicious. Aw, man you had ta be there. It was epic."

Somewhere along the story telling, Wheelie and Squeaks looked like they had fallen into recharge. However Izabella hadn't.

She smiled to hound. "That's so cool..." She whispered loudly.

Hound still had the twinkle in his optic. "Oh yeah, should tell her about delta con-Z."

Crosshairs perked up. "Oh Hell yes, that one is always a good one ta tell. You weren't there Drift. You were still a stupid 'con."

"Was." He reminded with a flat tone. He looked down to Izabella who was confused and suddenly uneasy.

He could tell she was going to ask the obvious question. To ease her, he lightly smirked and told her it was a tale for another time. And it seemed to be a promise. She nodded. She was unsure but excited. There were so many tales to be heard.

"No, no, no, you blew our cover!"

"No. Bullcrap. I was the cover, skinny." Hound poked his stomach plating.

Drift rolled his optics. "They do this every night. Like to talk bravado." He chuckled poking the fire.

"Oh, and you don't?" She tilted her head.

He shrugged. "Bumblebee is not here."

"Oh." She didn't know what that meant but didn't pry.

The night was stretching on and on and she enjoyed listening to the good natured bickerings of her Autobot family. Drift noticed she liked to stay nearby him watching her friend quietly squeak to himself as he slept. She smiled seemingly to come to peace with herself. She leaned to the side and draped herself across the large log covering her shoulders. She stared into the fire until her lids grew heavy.

Drift tapped Crosshairs on his shoulder to make him aware of her attempting rest. Hound nodded.

Soon the loud bickerings turned to soft gentle snide remarks. And when they knew she finally had slipped into a much needed rest that is when they sighed in relief. Drift poked the fire again.

Crosshairs continued to look at her. "Kid's tough."

"Heard she lost her family to a Deception attack. Came home to no parents." Hound whispered.

Crosshairs remained silent.

"She will be alright. Her spirit is strong." Drift assured.

The conversation died out then. A blanket of silence fell over them. "Where do you think Prime is now?" Hound was the first to break it. He leaned back until he was laying on the ground looking up to the sky.

Drift returned to cupping his chin in his hand.

Crosshairs finally looked away from the little human. "Where ever he is, hope he's still kickin'."

#tf5 #fanfic #transformers the last knight #crosshairs #hound #drift #wheelie #squeaks #baby dinobots #Izabella

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Dirk Nowitzki has 30,000 points. Do you have 30,000 of anything?

I asked Twitter users what they had 30,000 of, and here’s what they said.

On Tuesday, after Dirk Nowitzki reached and passed 30,000 points, I tweeted this.

Dirk has 30,000 points do you have 30,000 of anything

— Tim Cato (@tim_cato) March 8, 2017

It was meant as a way to put Nowitzki’s incredible accomplishment into perspective, but Twitter quickly took it literally, too. There must have been a few 100 people who responded, when you count replies and quote tweets. Here’s what you all came up with.

The people who have tweeted 30,000 times

we got tweets. https://t.co/6Wrsd2MGYO

— SB Nation NBA (@SBNationNBA) March 8, 2017

This was by far the most popular response. Congrats to everyone who uses Twitter way too much! (I have more than 30,000 tweets, too, so I’m not here to judge.)

Tweets https://t.co/Ob5O5azftA

— Rodger Sherman (@rodger_sherman) March 8, 2017

Tweets. https://t.co/Jj0QJvZwI8

— Alessandro Miglio (@AlexMiglio) March 8, 2017

Tweets https://t.co/hXY7URR27Z

— PJ Clark (@TheRealPJClark) March 8, 2017

I got at least 68k tweets he needs to step it up what a fucking loser https://t.co/2HXMkafecA

— Neil Automata (@FIabbergaster) March 8, 2017

Tweets....that's about it. https://t.co/5KbdfrpSbm

— Pete (@ohcrapitspete) March 8, 2017

Had 30,000 tweets years ago https://t.co/lbVIPfX0uE

— Babyface Don Dada (@TerrenceDaGawd) March 8, 2017

I have 140k+ tweets. You tell that nerd Dirk I said "Good luck reaching that tally!" https://t.co/5kFY4FeceR

— Demetrius (@fergoe) March 8, 2017

Tweets. https://t.co/inG0bybdwB

— Meet Me At The Rim. (@MirazNBA) March 8, 2017

fam I have over 50,000 trash tweets posted to this horrible horrible website https://t.co/o7edQsD4x0

— Len Damico (@lendamico) March 8, 2017

BY FAR the most popular. There’s close to 100 more responses like this.

A few people who know their tweets are bad

bad tweets https://t.co/81IAMKaVDf

— Julius Swerving (@GoingHard_inger) March 8, 2017

Bad tweets https://t.co/xDSPZy3yus

— Mike Gianella (@MikeGianella) March 8, 2017

Easily 30,000 problematic tweets https://t.co/65AO0fF0Tb

— Camp Blo (@dances) March 8, 2017

One person who got beat by Dirk again

Tweets. Wait, no, only 20k. Dirk wins again. https://t.co/obuQQInBy6

— March Paggness (@paggawoot) March 8, 2017

People who have $30,000 in student loan debt

Student loans https://t.co/Y2dEkrJGLf

— Chris Manning (@cwmwrites) March 8, 2017

*furiously buzzing in* What is student loan debt dollars. https://t.co/sneNH1hlHn

— tony (@_2XL_) March 8, 2017

Dollars in student loan debts https://t.co/62Wv4po2qT

— Zoedingo (@Datsdat1Haitian) March 8, 2017

I got like 30k in debt beat that https://t.co/CFQPPvzb0r

— Handsome Ass Nigga (@SellCrackToKids) March 8, 2017

student loan debt https://t.co/O9mNvV8qpz

— uwm panther liker (@travis_mke) March 8, 2017

Dollars in debt https://t.co/6N76hcvUdD

— cougar bae (@iMsBianca) March 8, 2017

Sorry, everyone. Best of luck to your financial futures! (Once again, there’s at least 50 more responses like this.)

People who Skip Bayless would be proud of

Takes https://t.co/aI01a4eVWR

— Vann R. Newkirk II (@fivefifths) March 8, 2017

Takes https://t.co/paZJmXsO2G

— Chris Cwik (@Chris_Cwik) March 8, 2017

Bad opinions https://t.co/rBgbkKh00x

— Chris Towers (@CTowersCBS) March 8, 2017

People who are literalists and have 30,000 very normal things

cells https://t.co/tYzsefUEYp

— Soren (@ClutchBrodie) March 8, 2017

Cells https://t.co/ZpnmUxQ7py

— Mr. Pleasing (@MPleasing69) March 8, 2017

I'm sure I have 30000 hairs on my body https://t.co/qf5mOzeMAJ

— H. H. Gregg (@keelangregg98) March 8, 2017

Shoutout to my body cells tho https://t.co/EiBS6ywAYn

— Derek Tahara (@DerekTahara) March 8, 2017

Decibels when I speak https://t.co/9rCehSFIw6

— Zach Smith (@ZachSmith) March 8, 2017

Breaths https://t.co/FjO5SiZhgs

— X (@xaifromthebay) March 8, 2017

One high roller who’s buying us all dinner tonight

Dollars https://t.co/XmYSYYe0y2

— Frank (@FrankTheTank813) March 8, 2017

People who have 30,000 miles on their car

I have 70,000 miles on my car https://t.co/yoToVnh2Bu

— Matthew Perkins (@perk009) March 8, 2017

Just got to 30,000 miles on my car yesterday https://t.co/6vC5zJzITI

— Squid Gretzky (@BilalSquid) March 8, 2017

This might have been the third most popular answer, but it’s also the most boring so I’m only including two.

People who play A LOT of video games

I have 230,000 confirmed kills on black ops 2 so me > Dirk https://t.co/srD7WJ2sv7

— Mystic Marty (@Iverbure) March 8, 2017

Hours logged playing Mario Baseball. https://t.co/7fWTFLnisz

— Ryan Probasco (@ProbascoRyan) March 8, 2017

Got like 30,000 minutes played on Pokemon Leaf Green https://t.co/iiK34N0riT

— Jantel (@MidnightDlightt) March 8, 2017

Not even 30k points on TempleRun... https://t.co/9DVt5MsOpK

— Miguel Chines (@MiguelChines) March 8, 2017

30,000 hours I put in playing NCAA Football 2014. https://t.co/pOqBoH5RYb

— Brandon Blake (@Blake_Babbles) March 8, 2017

my Crazy Taxi high school is double that (Arcade mode) Triple that for original mode. https://t.co/h7EyCaJoGv

— MassRafTer (@mongo_ebooks) March 8, 2017

hours spent playing runescape https://t.co/vyxbDJf7sj

— Sasha Kalra (@sashakalra) March 8, 2017

There were also MANY people replying that they had more than 30,000 NBA 2K VC points.

One person who just wanted to roast the Los Angeles Chargers

the LA chargers dont even have that many seats in their new stadium! https://t.co/ZRZQ12aM7I

— Chicken Nugget (@McCartney_NFL) March 8, 2017

AND HE’S RIGHT* hahahahahah Chargers hahahahahhahahaha (*until the new stadium opens)

Three people who joined in with Portuguese answers!!

Decepções na vida https://t.co/pZRJJ2ENdK

— Augusto RipkaBarbosa (@augustorb) March 8, 2017

Gols no futiba dos broder https://t.co/N6E62KAAfA

— 10x2 foi pouco (@CFCmaicon) March 8, 2017

punheta https://t.co/jaDGe2sGaP

— Clifford Franklin (@birigdjow) March 8, 2017

The first one translates to “disappointments in life,” the second one didn’t translate well, and the third one is ... well, it’s inappropriate enough I’ll let you do it yourself. Still! Portugal, stand up!

People who have the sads :(

I have 30,000 crippling depressions https://t.co/BkHdktJ5dm

— dennis (@dennismyhero) March 8, 2017

I've taken 30,000 L's in my life https://t.co/R2MbkWVqEz

— Cinco anillos (@Cowabunga_Cole) March 8, 2017

L's https://t.co/HDJwDekCgq

— fargod (@FarbodNBA) March 8, 2017

I have 30,000 Ls https://t.co/RQVYYl9obZ

— Ninos ن (@Ninosssssssss) March 8, 2017

Problems https://t.co/V2e4kgc7HX

— Malcolm (@malcrealtalk) March 8, 2017

Hours of crippling self doubt https://t.co/XlTyeKxl6X

— 21 Saddage (@NoahHaramia) March 8, 2017

Do Ls count? https://t.co/9rcvzpXX6i

— Nelson (@TheRealestOfAll) March 8, 2017

My stress level on a 0-100 scale https://t.co/UxCPsNRezH

— Rudy (@_CoachRudy_) March 8, 2017

ignored texts https://t.co/gaP214NjKp

— yung s.a (@yungstupidass) March 8, 2017

@tim_cato i been curved that many times. that counts right?

— Hawks 34-28 (@JordanNoDiddy_) March 8, 2017

And we’ll even do a special category for “regrets”

Regrets. https://t.co/OD8q24sco1

— Brian H (@RunTheJules) March 8, 2017

Regrets, duh https://t.co/AgVuHkHNgq

— Jaz K (@MissUnndastood) March 8, 2017

Regrets https://t.co/Xt7hBIP64g

— cx (@cxcope) March 8, 2017

Regrets https://t.co/jkhxS0DStS

— Will Collins (@WilemPls) March 8, 2017

I’m rooting for all y’all.

One person who wasted way too much time on an essay that had a flawed premise

30,000 page essay on why wade is better https://t.co/z8OEOFMIMs

— Tʀᴇᴠᴏʀ¹³ (@OdellSZN) March 8, 2017

One dude who is the cops

Screenshots. Think most my age do. https://t.co/UKCb38H2Xr

— Josh Collacchi (@JoshCollacchi) March 8, 2017

People with VERY RELATABLE PROBLEMS TO MY OWN LIFE

Bed Bath & Beyond coupons in my junk drawer. https://t.co/p0WoP6Fadd

— Francis Warner (@effemwarner) March 8, 2017

30,000 dog hairs on all of my black shirts https://t.co/mxUfBBk8LN

— Trevor Grøuss (@notoriousTAG) March 8, 2017

Steve, seriously, stop emailing his wife

Steve has sent my wife 30,000 emails. Please stop emailing my wife Steve https://t.co/Qvxq7yJA22

— ryan, hey thats me! (@chasbanks3dbase) March 8, 2017

People losing hair accessories

Hair ties. I can only find 2, but the other 29, 998 are somewhere in my purse. https://t.co/RfueBLYV3r

— Carly (@nuclearcarly) March 8, 2017

Lost bobby pins, probably. https://t.co/P8hp84pc6R

— Cami Griffin (@CamiAnnG) March 8, 2017

One woman who is single-handedly keeping alive the Tony Romo jersey economic market

Tony Romo Jerseys https://t.co/5hBgj6W6wK

— Rachel Rizzuti (@Rizzuti09) March 8, 2017

One person who has clearly already set the Guinness world record

Children, I'm trying to set a Guinness world record https://t.co/L6RpMyWif4

— Steven (@ThaLiveKing) March 8, 2017

People who have eaten a LOT of food

jack in the box tacos eaten in my lifetime https://t.co/cPwOV2xZqS

— Antoine A (@sofanias317) March 8, 2017

slices of pizza eaten https://t.co/gCIXm6mfYw

— quavo fan account (@jordansawan_) March 8, 2017

Popeyes receipts! RT @tim_cato: Dirk has 30,000 points do you have 30,000 of anything

— b.wes ⚜️ (@_SaluteMeBitch) March 8, 2017

One person who isn’t quite sure how anatomy works (I hope?)

Bones https://t.co/p6GkeKPV5F

— Jessica Hudnall (@LegKickTKO) March 8, 2017

Two Microsoft Office fans

@tim_cato hours logged in Microsoft excel

— BD Wong Fan Account (@trillballins) March 8, 2017

Hours on Microsoft word https://t.co/F0Sja7wDSH

— Kirk White (@BUwMMerette) March 8, 2017

Thanks, trillballins.

One person who is sincerely a really great parent!

Hours spent combined watching three kids - gymnastics, football, dance, lacrosse, piano, art, and sign language. Dollars spent close prob https://t.co/2kHp3aYK5R

— Allan H (@FF_Hep) March 8, 2017

One banana enthusiast

probably ate 30,000 bananas in my lifetime https://t.co/J8v154vXwB

— (@UltraFlyKnits) March 8, 2017

One person who surprisingly isn’t our NFL editor RVB

Unread emails https://t.co/Quz6kV8t7J

— I Steal Followers (@YoWifeysFavDJ) March 8, 2017

One person who kind of has 30,000 points if you don’t read this tweet too carefully

No, but between Dirk and I we have 30,000 points https://t.co/l4gcpaKsFC

— Leigh Ellis (@LeighEllis) March 8, 2017

One person with a dated-but-still-funny joke format

Binders of women https://t.co/sPFc9koGeu

— swaggy mitch (@SwaggyMitch) March 8, 2017

SB Nation’s own Molly Podlesny, who sent 30,000 text messages in a month and deserves to be celebrated for it

in 8th grade i had 30,000 text messages one month and i got in big trouble & now dirk is getting honored but id like to know the difference https://t.co/3LTL21Pt6T

— Molly Podlesny (@mollypodlesny) March 8, 2017

This tweet, which makes no sense and yet I love it anyway

2+2= waffles. RT @tim_cato: Dirk has 30,000 points do you have 30,000 of anything

— tragique mulâtre (@vlado_il_milano) March 8, 2017

One person who is upset at the question

what kind of question is that everyone got 30,000 of something https://t.co/cfZ0bFFh3l

— Matthew (@Kingofthabear) March 8, 2017

And finally, one person who HAD to be like this

30,000 points isn't even a physical thing, it's simply a collection of historical events lol https://t.co/OOfmAXGisa

— Kole D Locks (@K0LETRAIN) March 8, 2017

Come on, man.

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