#but yeah the cool thing that one guy's video on Latin talked about how like. in codifying Latin they rendered it immortal but also dead

[sorrinslays]

My Craig's gang headcanons

Craig is a mama's boy, sorry, I don't make the rules

Clyde definitely has broken at least onε 3DS in the dumbest way possible, like crying and the tears messing up with the machine or by bragging that his 3DS is indestructible, ending with Cartman sitting on it and crushing it in the process

Tolkien's favourite movie is lion king, don't ask, I have no idea why I thought of that

Jimmy reads those "how to be professionally funny" books religiously

Tweek tried a monster once and nearly had a heart attack from stress because he mentally convinced himself it's stronger than the coffee he normally drinks and his body is going to explode from all the caffeine intake

Craig and Clyde have secret hang outs that they (Clyde) named "best bros date" where they talk about their favourite things (space, dinosaurs, race cars etc.) and watch their favourite cartoons

Tolkien for Jimmy's birthday bought him a microphone so that Jimmy can have improv comedy sessions whenever and wherever he pleases

Tweek had to go throught 'trials' to join Craig's gang. Nothing serious, just normal fourth grader stuff, like having him climb the monkey bars in under fifteen seconds or something like that. Needless to say, the poor boy almost had a panic attack and jugged a whole ass pot of coffee and climbed the bars in one millisecond

Craig and Tolkien go to the bookstore once a month and get a book. It's their way of motivating one another to read more

Clyde and Jimmy once (in their late teens) got super wasted and made a youtube video where they told really bad jokes. It blew up and they woke up to a bunch of analyses video talking about how they are the next big step in making comedy better. They remember nothing and only learned what happened through Craig who found it very entertaining

Tweek accidently ate a small rock once and was freaked out for a week straight thinking he's going to die. The fourth grade ended up playing 'funeral' with everyone having different roles. Tweek was the dead guy

Whenever Craig and Jimmy are left alone unsupervised they go to Craig's basement and make videos in which they just talk for hours about the people they hate and they managed to gather a small cult following by just hating on people

Tolkien and Clyde once crashed a car

Tweek wanted to continue boxing after his and Craig's fight but was scared and nervous to enter a club alone. At some point once he becomes part of Craig's gang, he tells that to the guys and, in order to encourage him to join, all of them (-Jimmy because he's in the comedy club) join. Craig and Tolkien go for kickboxing and Clyde and Tweek go boxing

Craig is the kind of person who knows a lot of random stuff and skills that he never mentions unless it's brought up. He's like that one guy on Tik Tok who knows the bird language, the OwO language, the cat language ect. His friends never know and anytime he's like "oh yeah, I know how to speak Latin, don't worry I can talk to this demon to leave us alone," the guys are like "HUH"

Clyde has the entire Dinosaur wiki memorized

When Tolkien first joined the group he spend days researching everything he could find about the others' interests out of fear he won't be able to participate in conversations or something. After a few one on one conversations Clyde and Jimmy figured it out pretty early own because it was pretty obvious, but Craig never did and still thinks Tolkien is genuinely interested in space and Tolkien doesn't want to break the illusion so he keeps researching and talking about stars and planets and everything else for hours with Craig

Jimmy knows Portuguese, I don't know why or how but it seems like something he would do

Tweek and Clyde weren't on the best terms at first because Clyde was kinda spooked of Tweek's tics since he didn't understand them, but overtime he learned that Tweek is a pretty cool dude

Craig loves to cook and clean, it's relaxing to him because he can just go through the notions and end up being productive. His friends have tasted his cooking multiple times and love it.

The whole gang has at some point worked in both Tweak.Bros and mr Donavan's shoe store

Tolkien's place is where they usually have their sleepovers. If for whatever reason they can't go to Tolkien's, then it's Craig's basement cause his parents are pretty chill and nice. They almost never go to Tweek's because his parents freak out the gang

Jimmy once wrote his final exam high on mushrooms and got a perfect score

Tweek never got a driving license because he's too scared of cars

[clementine-side-blog]

Edward Nashton Headcanons (SFW)

Summary: My personal headcanons for Edward Nashton. Again, these are MY personal headcanons and I use them for when I write about him. So, yeah. I can't believe I'm just now writing headcanons for this guy. This is long overdue.

(Read Below For Headcanons)

Personality:

I fully believe that he has autism, like you cannot change my mind. Plus, it's canon that the Riddler has autism! In my opinion, he has the "I'm a genius" autism, but also the "watching documentaries about WWII at 2 AM" kind of autism as well.

Overall, he's a pretty reserved guy. It takes a while for him to come out of his shell. He's shy, timid, nerdy, and a little awkward. He does NOT know how to talk to people, especially people he finds attractive.

Once you get to know him though, and become friends, he's a very friendly man. He's super caring, a good listener, and has a great sense of humor.

He's a fucking super genius. It's canon in the DC Universe that his IQ is 190. This man is so fucking smart and he basically knows everything about everything.

When he has a crush on someone (obviously you), he CANNOT get them out of his head. He quite literally becomes obsessed and, might I add, a bit possessive.

He has trauma from living at the orphanage. The reason this goes under the "personality" category, is because it shaped who he was as a person. Let me explain...

Egotistical/Arrogant: Edward was a very bright kid, but no one ever recognized him for it. Because of this, he grew up to think highly of himself, as no one else did. Edward thinks, no, he knows that he's the smartest man in Gotham. This can lead to him making others feel small/dumb, but it's never his intention.

Protective: Since he never felt protected or loved growing up, he strives to make his partner feel like that. He wants to shower them with the love, affection, and praise that he never got. As your boyfriend, and best friend, he wants nothing more than to love you unconditionally. This also means that he spoils you SO MUCH, like so fucking much.

Hobbies:

Obviously, the number one is solving puzzles. Riddles, crosswords, sudokus, etc. If it's a puzzle, he'll solve it.

When he's bored, or if he's just relaxing (like watching a movie), he'll sometimes play with a Rubik's cube. His fastest record for solving a Rubik's cube was around 6 seconds.

He loves reading. As a kid, that was basically all he did. He reads basically every genre (barely any romance though). Edward loves to go to a bookstore, or Barnes & Noble, and just hang out.

Surprisingly, he's a very good cook. He always makes really good food, and sometimes uses some herbs/spices that he grows out on the fire escape outside his living room window.

He's a Twitch streamer! Can't change my mind about that. He's got a cool setup in his bedroom that is decorated very nicely. He'll watch documentaries, true crime stuff, play video games, etc. Since he's a forensic accountant (and had to learn about forensics in general), he'll explain and go into depth about certain things in crime. It's actually very educational, but he makes it fun as well!

Bro LOVES video games. He plays basically all of them. He loves Resident Evil games, Silent Hill, Horizon Zero Dawn, Minecraft (he has tried to build all of Gotham in minecraft), Fallout, Half-Life, Outlast, and basically any other shit you can think of.

His music taste consists of basically everything except country music. He LOVES metal/rock music. Here are some of his favorite bands...

Weezer; ICP; Green Day; blink-182, Gorillaz; Slipknot; Korn; I Monster; Megadeth; System Of A Down; Nirvana; Radiohead; and Foo Fighters. He also likes classical music and operas.

Random:

In the orphanage, he read lots of books, and some of those were about different languages. He basically taught himself...like...a bunch of different languages just for fun. A few of his favorite languages to learn were French, Spanish, and even Korean. He also knows a handful of Latin, though it's not really a language people speak anymore. He just likes to brag about how he knows Latin and most people don't, lol.

He likes his apartment and everything he owns to be clean, and sometimes he'll get random bursts of energy and deep clean his entire apartment.

He has a diary :)

Favorite color is green, obviously, but purple is a close second.

He has sensory issues. He hates the feeling of fleece especially.

Edward is queer. It's that simple. He doesn't like a specific gender, he doesn't dislike a specific gender, he just likes who he likes! :)

One of his favorite shows ever is Breaking Bad.

One of his favorite movies ever is American Psycho. He read the book too. Edward knows that it's a satire, don't worry, he doesn't relate to Patrick Bateman at all. He just thinks the movie is funny and loves how it shows how ridiculous "metrosexual" men are.

He can do a great impression of Patrick Bateman, including the facial expressions.

He also loves Fight Club, because cmon its a classic and its so fucking good. Also, he thinks Brad Pitt is hot in the movie...

Knows how to play guitar very well!

His hair is a little shaggy (imagine young Paul Dano, like when he was 20ish)

[foxingpeculiar]

Have y’all seen Toys (1992)? Cos it’s one of the weirdest movies I’ve ever seen. It’s a fucking fever dream. Like, okay:

The premise is that the owner of a toy company has died. He doesn’t feel his son (Robin Williams) is ready to take over, so he asks his career-military brother (Michael Gambon) to step in and manage the company when he’s gone. The uncle develops a line of “toys” that are in fact military weapons (basically drones), and the son and uncle enact a struggle over the company—fun and whimsy on one side and… the military industrial complex-cum*-supervillain on the other?

(*Latin, to be clear.)

I could list facts about this movie, like how the first time LL Cool J appears, it’s out of a couch, where he’s been hiding in couch-camouflage. Or the fact that there is a hip-hop remix of Tori Amos on the soundtrack. Or that it begins and ends with an elaborate Christmas musical number, despite the rest of the story having nothing to do with Christmas whatsoever. Or that it was made by the guy who directed Rain Man and The Natural. Or that it has the voice of Lisa Simpson admitting to shitting in the bathtub. Or that it’s an AMAZING use of Joan Cusack (though to say why would spoil it). Or that it contains a Talking Heads/Devo-style music video enacted by the characters as part of the plot. Or that Jaime Foxx is in it in his first film role. (Oh yeah, and there’s a giant evil robo-slug.)

Or that is has so many lines that stick in my head. “This is very innovative vomit.” “Debbie, you didn’t do my dad, did ya?” Or, (the one that works best out of context:) “I’m a military man, I want a military meal. I want my peas separated from my carrots, so that my peas do not invade my carrots and cause mixing in my plate!”

Or, not insignificantly, that it looks like this:

But like, even having watched it MANY times, I’m never prepared for it. Give it a chance. It’s one of those movies that I don’t even know if it’s bad or good or what—it’s just its own thing. And I love those.

[spnorwhatever]

atemporal angel concept: angels are multidimensional beings who are not bound by the rules of spacetime and in fact operate on more/higher/lower dimensions simultaneously. In my conception, this means that when an angel is created, they spontaneously come into creation and, being atemporally-bound, means that as they are, they always were (even “prior” to their creation bc if you don’t operate on time as a linear stream/continuum then it becomes more of a tesseract/space concept as well which can be navigated like we can 3d space), and they always will be.

Well, if they’re atemporal, then what happens when you kill a being that, on creation, always was and always will be? Perhaps then killing the creation is not so much a “death” as we know it in linear time but more an unmaking. In which case, on death, they NEVER were, are, or will be.

Anyway lmao, how fucked up would that be lmao. If angels spontaneously Are on creation, but on death spontaneously Are Not. What does this mean for a human who experienced, linearly, within their lifetime, an angel? I think instead of a “they forget about the angel” (which is the typical unmaking scenario) it would be more interesting if they DO remember, because the human did experience time linearly, and thus the imprints of the angel on their life Are linear. And. maybe other angels know too, I think that would be interesting, if you have profound knowledge of the universe then you probably can work in having profound knowledge of the negative spaces too?

I think that’s maybe soooort of what The Empty gets at, but I think it’d be interesting if instead of the Empty being Just A Place it IS a shorthand for the spontaneous unbeing of an angel’s death. I think that would add an interesting layer to grief of loss, if like... they’re not DEAD as in they’ve gone somewhere else, they’re Gone, wholly, completely, in a quite metaphysical sense. You can’t Time Traveler’s Wife more time with them, their allotment of being is gone. How do you reconcile a death that isn’t just a passing, but also an unmaking of being. I think that would be interesting to explore within the context of Spn, where Death IS a very known factor and like, most forms of afterlife are in fact Just Some Place and there’s, like, little to no mystery - even with the Empty now.

[aristrocrat]

Chapter 7

S2 Episode Seven & Eight

SUMMARY: Y/N recalls the moments leading up to, arguably, the worst moment of her life. The pack tries to save Jackson. But at what cost?

WORD COUNT: 7343 :)

TW: none

A/N: Since A.) I skipped last week and B.) episode 7 was fairly uneventful for the pack, I decided to combine these episodes into one chapter

Episode 7

The past 48 hours were a blur for you. It seemed like it all happened too quickly to fully comprehend how it got to this; Scott lying lifeless on the table in front of you as Doc worked diligently on saving his life, your boyfriend refusing to do much as speak to you, and your secret exposed. All you needed was to hear Stiles’ voice, feel his embrace, but after the night you’d had, you’re doubtful you’ll ever feel it again.

You looked down at your phone; still no response. How did it all come to this?

“If Jackson doesn’t know what he’s doing, then he probably doesn’t know that someone is controlling him,” You sighed, looking over at Allison as you spoke into the phone.

“Or he doesn’t remember,” Scott’s voice chimed in.

“What if it’s the same kind of thing that happened with Lydia when she took off from the hospital?” Your boyfriend asked.

“A fugue state?” Allison furrowed her brows, stepping closer to you.

“He’d have to forget everything,” Scott looked at his best friend. “The murder…”

“Getting rid of the blood,” Allison muttered.

“But he had help with one thing though, the video,” Stiles continued.

“Maybe someone else helped him forget that,” You swallowed. “Whoever’s controlling him.”

“Are you sure Jackson has no clue about any of this?” Allison questioned.

“He still thinks he’s becoming a werewolf and that being with Lydia somehow delayed the whole thing.”

“So do we try to convince him he’s not?” You asked them.

“If it helps us find out who’s controlling him, then yeah.”

“.. Do you think he’ll talk to us after what we did?” Allison sighed.

“Yeah, it’s us. He’ll talk to us,” Stiles asked.

“Sti, I’d be surprised if he doesn’t press charges or gets a restraining order against you guys,” You bit your lip, looking back up at Allison who nodded back at you.

“He wouldn’t do that… Right?”

———

“I can’t believe he got a fucking restraining order!” Stiles shouted as he slammed his Jeep door. You pursed your lips and stopped in your tracks as you watched him walk up to you. “Was that another one of your voodoo, future predicting intuition things? How’d you even know he was gonna do that?”

“Because he’s a privileged white boy with an attorney for a father. Didn’t take much for me to put two and two together,” You deadpanned.

“You know, your sarcasm hurts when it’s directed at me!” He rolled his eyes, walking past you.

“My mom said the exact same thing to me on the way to school today!” You giggled, reaching for his arm. He turned around, biting back a smile. “Aww, Sti! I’m sorryyy. I’m sorry about my sarcasm. I take it back! And.. I’m sorry you guys had to take the fall for this. I wish you would’ve let me go to the Sheriff’s department with you so that I could’ve-“

“So that you could’ve what? Ruined your chances at getting into Yale? Right. Like I’m gonna let that happen,” He sarcastically tilted his head before realizing you were genuinely distraught about it. “Hey, it’s cool. Okay? I don’t regret it one bit. I’d do it again in a heartbeat. Plus now you and Allison can go talk to him.”

“I just feel bad-“

“Kinda sounds like a you problem,” He shrugged, making you laugh.

“Asshole,” You playfully shoved him. “I’m serious!”

“So am I! There’s nothing we can do about it now, and there’s nothing that I would do to change it. So come on, we need to meet Allison at the library! She’s got to show us what you translated for her on her tablet!” He laughed, brushing off the topic as he wrapped your arm around you, guiding you towards the school.

———

“This is everything Y/N could translate. I ran it past Lydia too, who surprisingly knows Archaic Latin. In hindsight, we could’ve just asked her last week and it would’ve saved us a lot of time. She said everything was correct but she was so confused as to why I was having her translate it,” Allison laughed.

“What’d you tell her?” You smiled.

“That I’m a part of a gaming community that battles mythical creatures,” She giggled.

“I am part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures,” Stiles muttered innocently, making your heart melt at the way he looked around as if to say ‘Wait, is there something wrong with that?’.

“You’re so cute,” You smiled sincerely, kissing his shoulder and making him blush slightly. He chuckled and took your hand in his as the couple continued on with the conversation.

“Okay, does it say how to find out who’s controlling him?” Scott asked.

“Not really. But Stiles was right about the murderers,” You began.

“Yes!” Stiles threw his fist in the air, earning all of your glares.

“It calls the Kanima a weapon of vengeance,” Allison continued. “There’s a story in there about this South American priest who uses the Kanima to execute murderers in his village.”

“Alright, see? So maybe it’s not all that bad!” Stiles looked at you.

“Until the bond grew strong enough that it killed whoever he wanted it to,” You finished.

“All bad, all very, very bad,” He pursed his lips.

“Here’s the thing though,” Allison said. “The Kanima’s actually supposed to be a werewolf. But it can’t be..”

She cleared her throat as someone walked up behind her to put a book away.

“It can’t be a werewolf until it resolves that in its past which manifested it,” You finished off her thought.

“Okay, if that means that Jackson could use a few thousand hours of therapy, I could’ve told you that myself,” Stiles muttered.

“What if it has something to do with his parents? Like his real parents,” Allison whispered.

“Yeah, does anybody actually know what happened to them?” Scott asked.

“Lydia might,” Stiles replied.

“Maybe you and I can talk to her to see if we can get anything out of her,” You offered. Stiles nodded.

“What if she doesn’t know anything?” Scott asked.

“Well, he doesn’t have a restraining order against me so I’ll talk to him myself,” Allison shrugged.

“Okay, what do I do?” Scott paused.

“You have a make-up exam, remember?” She raised a brow. He scoffed and turned to the two of you, only to see that you both agreed with her. “Promise me.”

“If he does anything, you run the other way.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“Allison, if you get hurt while I’m busy with some stupid test, someone’s going to need to take care of me. If he does anything-“

“Like?” She asked.

“Anything weird or bizarre… anything-“

“Anything evil!” Stiles placed his head through the empty space in the bookshelf only to receive a palm in the face that launched him back into you. You opened your mouth to make a smart remark before he interrupted you. “Don’t. Let’s go find Lydia.”

———

“I’m not supposed to tell anyone,” Lydia walked past the two of you before you both followed behind her like lost puppies.

“Come on! Anyone who ever says ‘I’m not supposed to tell anyone’ is always dying to tell someone! So tell us!” Stiles pleaded.

“Is he always like this?” She asked you.

“Yeah, pretty much,” You nodded. “So about Jackson’s parents-“

“Why do you wanna know?” Lydia tilted her head, still making a beeline towards her locker.

“We can’t tell you that!” Stiles chimed in.

“Then I’m not telling you!” She scoffed.

“But you are telling me that you could tell me something if you wanted to tell me?” Your boyfriend asked.

“Was that a question?”

“It felt like a question..”

“Well, tell me if this feels like an answer,” She paused. “No.”

“Let me take care of this,” You kissed his cheek before chasing after her. “Lydia!”

“Wait- But- Hold on! Y/N! .. And now I’m standing by myself. Great. I love this plan,” Stiles grumbled as you disappeared into the crowd of students. A pair of hands caught his attention, but before he got the chance to see who it was, he felt his body slam into the wall beside him. “Ah-Ow.. Hey, Erica.”

“Why are you asking Lydia about Jackson’s real parents?” She demanded, pressing her claws against his chest.

“Why are you bringing out the claws on camera?” Stiles rolled his eyes, pointing behind her. She turned around before retracting her claws and pulling her arm away. He scoffed, speaking before he walked away. “That’s right. You wanna play Catwoman? I’ll be your Batman.”

“If you’re wondering about Jackson’s real parents, they’re about half a mile from here. In Beacon Hills Cemetery.”

———

“I would’ve totally told you had you not brought Stiles into it. Now I feel out of the loop and I want in,” Lydia shrugged as she closed her locker.

“You know I can’t do that-“

“Then I can’t tell you,” She smiled before turning on her heels and walking towards her next class. You were close behind before you felt a familiar sensation fall from your chest to your stomach.

Scott.

You stopped in your tracks and turned around before walking quickly through the hallways, following the magnetic pull towards the locker room. You could hear growling accompanied with things slamming from down the hallway. Just as you were around to turn the corner, you heard a familiar voice that made you pause.

“I used to have the worst crush in the world on you,” Erica’s voice echoed through the empty hallway. “Yeah, you, Stiles.”

Your brows furrowed and finally stepped out of the corner to catch your boyfriend’s gaze.

“And you never once even noticed. Exactly how you’re not noticing me right now.”

“Y-Y/N, I-“

“Scott’s in trouble,” You interrupted him, reaching for the door.

“Aww, sounds like she’s jealous,” Erica sneered.

“Of you? Please, Erica. I’m in the middle of something, right now is not the time for jokes,” You chuckled and opened the door, making her lips part.

You looked back into the locker room just in time to see Jackson throw Scott into a sink, wincing at the sound of his skull breaking the porcelain. Your blood boiled as Jackson continued to land blows into your best friend’s stomach and face. You clenched your jaw, stepping forward to allow whatever magic, that would help Scott, take over before Stiles pulled you back by your belt loops.

“Woah, woah, woah,” He held your back to his chest, preventing you back from walking in.

“What are you-“

“Hey, hey, listen to me. Your hands are doing the thing, okay?” He whispered into your ear from behind you, practically pressing his lips to your ear. “There’s a crowd gathering around us. Take a deep breath, put your hands in your pockets, and walk away. I got this.”

“Stiles, I-“

“Y/N. Please,” He spun you around so you could see the urgency in his eyes. He motioned to the camera behind him, reminding you of who installed them. “Go.”

“… Okay, I’m gone,” You nodded, walking away. You fought the feeling that begged you to stay, the one that demanded to be felt and acted upon. Despite the rising chaos behind you, you kept your eyes low and followed Stiles’ commands.

———

“I still say we just kill him,” You grumbled after hearing all about your boyfriend’s eventful evening.

“Scott said the same thing,” Stiles voice echoed through your room on speakerphone, hearing his keys jingle as he opened his front door. “Oh and Erica’s gonna be fine by the way.”

“Fuck, really? I say we kill her too,” You smirked as you brushed through your locks, getting ready for bed.

“Wait, are you mad about earlier?” Your boyfriend asked, pausing before walking into his room.

“No. Not at you at least,” You said the last part under your breath, making him laugh.

“Okay good,” He smiled. “Why do I feel like Erica and Isaac are trying to split us up?”

“I wouldn’t put it past them,” You yawned, crawling under your sheets.

“Are you sure I can’t sneak in tonight? I hate sleeping without you,” He whined.

“Unfortunately yes, I’m sure. My mom’s off tonight, and I don’t think we should risk it. She already heard all about the restraining order from Melissa. I think we need to let some time pass before she finds you in my room again. Which blows because I hate sleeping without you too,” You sighed as you got into bed.

“Stay on the phone until we fall asleep?” He yawned, making you giggle.

“Again?” You smirked

“Yes, again!” He snapped playfully. “Come on!”

“Okay, fine!” You smiled, placing your phone to charge. “Goodnight.”

“Wait! I still haven’t told you about what else happened!”

———

Episode 8:

“About damn time. I’ve been waiting here for half an hour,” You stood up as Scott entered the vet clinic. “Why did you want me here anyway?”

“As backup,” He said, looking into the parking lot. “Did you talk to Deaton about your powers?”

“Yeah, I talked to him a while back. He said he only knows of the Delvoux family but nothing about how to control magic. Told me to talk to my dad’s mom but I have no clue how to contact her since-… hold on. Backup for what?” Your voice trailed off as Derek and Isaac opened the door. “What are they doing here?”

“Y/N, please. I got this,” Scott dismissed before turning around to face half of the alpha’s pack. “What’s Isaac doing here?”

“Asshole,” You scoffed and shoved Scott’s shoulder.

“I need him here,” Derek walked past you.

“I don’t trust him,” Scott replied.

“Yeah, well, he doesn’t trust you either,” Isaac bit back before smiling over at you.

“And Derek really doesn’t care. Now where’s the vet?” The alpha snapped. “Is he gonna help us or not?

“That depends,” Doc said, leaning against the doorframe. “Your friend, Jackson. Are we planning to kill him or save him?”

“Save him,” Scott responded.

“Kill him,” Derek said before the two looked at one another.

“Save him!” Scott corrected, earning a look of compliance from the alpha.

“Guess we’re saving him,” You sighed.

You all followed Deaton to the surgical room, watching as he shuffled around grabbing what looked like spices before placing them in front of you all.

Isaac reached forward to grab one before your hand pulled his arm back.

“Watch what you touch,” You said.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you sounded worried about me,” He smirked.

“Good thing you know better,” You smiled sarcastically before he placed his elbows on the table and looked up at Doc.

“So, are you some kind of witch too?” He asked the man.

“No. I’m a veterinarian,” Deaton deadpanned, making you chuckle. “Unfortunately, I don’t see anything here that’s gonna be an effective defense against a paralytic toxin.”

“We’re open to suggestions,” Derek spoke softly.

“What about an effective offense?” Isaac demanded.

“No, we already tried,” Derek said before looking back at Doc. “I nearly took its head off. And Argent emptied an entire clip into it. The thing just gets back up.”

“Has it shown any weaknesses?” Deaton questioned.

“Well, one- it can’t swim,” The alpha responded. “And Y/N knocked it down for a while too but-“

“Leave her out of this,” Scott warned, narrowing his eyes. “I already told you she can’t help.”

“Does that no-swimming thing go for Jackson as well?”

“No,” You spoke up. “He’s the captain of the swim team.”

“Essentially, you’re trying to catch two people,” Doc sighed before grabbing a wired coin and holding it up. “A puppet. And a puppeteer. One killed the husband but the other had to take care of the wife. Do we know why?”

“I don’t think Jackson could do it,” Scott offered. “His mother died pregnant too.”

“And she was possibly murdered,” You nodded. “We don’t think he couldn’t let the same thing happen to someone else.”

“How do you know it’s not part of the rules?” Isaac asked. “The Kanima kills murderers. If Jackson kills the wife, then the baby dies too.”

“Does that mean your father a murderer?” You furrowed your brows.

“Wouldn’t surprise me if he was,” His voice trailed off, making your heart sink. For the first time in weeks, you actually felt sympathy for him. No one deserved to go through what he did. You could see the trauma in his eyes as he recalled memories of his father.

“Hold on,” Doc blinked. “The book says they’re bonded, right? What if the fear of water isn’t coming from Jackson, but from the person controlling him? What if.. something that affects the Kanima also affect its master?”

He surrounded the coin with a black powder. Your eyes widened, feeling a familiarity to the substance. Mountain Ash.

“Meaning what?” You heard Isaac ask.

“Meaning we can catch them both,” Scott looked up at Deaton with a glimmer of hope.

———

“There’s gotta be some other way to get tickets, right?” Scott asked as he jumped out of the Jeep, holding his door open for you as you hopped out of the back before closing it behind you.

“It’s a secret show. There’s only one way. And it’s a secret,” Stiles responded as you all began walking towards the school.

“Hey!” Matt called after you all. “Either you guys know why no one’s getting suspended after what happened the other day at school?”

“Just forget about it. Nobody got hurt,” Stiles brushed off.

“I-I had a concussion,” Matt blinked.

“Well, nobody got seriously hurt.”

“I was in the E.R. for six hours!”

“Hey, do you wanna know the truth, Matt? Your little bump on the head is about this high on our list of problems right now,” Stiles held his hand mere inches from the ground before you smiled and pulled him back up. “What?”

“Are you okay?” Scott asked the boy.

“Yeah, I’m fine now,” Matt responded slowly, giving Stiles a look of annoyance. “So you didn’t get any tickets last night either.”

“No. Are they still selling?”

“Uh, no, but I managed to find two online,” Matt responded. “You should keep trying. Sounds like everyone’s gonna be there.”

“I don’t like him,” Stiles narrowed his eyes as the boy walked around. “Hey, Scott, are you sure about this?”

“Last time, whoever’s controlling Jackson had to kill somebody because he didn’t finish the job, so what do you think he’s going to do this time?” Scott shrugged.

“Be there to make sure it happens..” Stiles rolled his eyes before the three of you walked into the school.

———

“Here’s your ticket,” Stiles said, placing it into your hand before you walked back into the clinic.

“How’d you manage to score this?” You furrowed your brows.

“I have my ways,” He smirked.

“Isaac beat up some kid and stole his tickets,” Scott chuckled as he walked past two two of you.

“You got your ways, huh?” You smiled.

“Oh, shut up. We have them now, don’t we?” Stiles rolled his eyes, walking back into the surgical room.

Doc explained to you all that you were to use Ketamine on the Kanima and to insert it intravenously.

“This is some of what you’ll use to create the barrier. This part is for you, Stiles,” Doc placed the black powder container down. “Only you.”

“Uh, that sounds like a lot of pressure,” He mumbled, picking it up. “Can we maybe find a slightly less pressure-filled task for me?”

“Y/N, you should recognize this, considering it’s running through your veins. You feel that pull towards it?” Deaton turned to you as you nodded.

“What is it?” Stiles asked.

“It’s from the Mountain Ash tree, which is believed by many cultures to protect against the supernatural,” Doc responded. “Her family created it. And this office is lined with Ashwood, making it difficult for someone like Scott to cause me any trouble. In its raw state, it also has calming and healing properties for Y/N. Many of your ancestors built their cabins using this wood to enhance their mental health.”

“That explains why my mind is always so quiet when I’m in here…” You muttered, wondering why he is just now telling you this. And what else he knows about your family.

“Okay, so then what? I just spread this around the whole building and then either Jackson or whoever’s controlling him can’t cross it?” Stiles asked.

“They’ll be trapped.”

“Why can’t I do it?” You tilted your head. “I mean, it runs through my veins, right?”

“Exactly. You ancestors made the mistake of using the ash of the tree; it’s what causes the madness that runs in your family. Only the strongest of witches can be around powdered Mountain Ash without feeling the effects.”

“What effects?”

“Madness, dizziness, weakness, anger- it’s different for everyone,” Doc sighed. “Only the chosen witches, the Sorcières Verte, break the barrier without going completely mad or losing their powers. And your chances of being a Sorcières Verte are about one in a million. The only way of finding out is by breaking an ash barrier, so the vast majority of witches steer clear of doing such a thing. It’s advised to do it when you are an elder.”

“What does Sorcières Verte mean?” Scott asked, looking over at you to see your eyes had widened.

“Green sorceress,” You muttered, recalling what Stiles told you the other night; your eyes were glowing green. The magic that you’ve only channeled once and struggled to fully keep under your control. What if you fit under that category?

“Yes. They are the strongest of witches. But their powers are the hardest to control, and they are more likely to go mad if they can’t do it before adulthood,” Deaton nodded.

“Green.. Wait, but Y/N-“ Stiles began, looking over at you.

“Hold that thought, I have a surgery in a few minutes so let me finish telling you how to use it. Think of mountain like gunpowder. It’s just powder until a spark ignites it,” Doc continued. “You need to be that spark, Stiles.”

“If you mean light myself on fire, I don’t think I’m up for that.”

“Let me try a different analogy,” Deaton chuckled. “I used to play golf. I learned that the best golfers never swing before first imagining where they want the ball to go. They see it in their mind, and their mind takes over. It can be pretty extraordinary what the force of your own will can accomplish.”

“Force of will..” Stiles repeated, looking over at you again to see that you’d completely zoned out.

“If this is going to work, Stiles,” Deaton caught the boy’s attention again. “You have to believe it. And no matter what, make sure to time the barrier. Since it’s your first time using this stuff, you’ll have an hour before you can break the barrier. Nothing you do can change that, so make sure you time it perfectly.”

You all cleared the room as the vet tech brought in the next patient. You sat quietly the whole ride back to Scott’s, thinking about what you’d learned.

What if it was just a fluke? What if you’d accidentally channeled green magic without being a sorcières verte? You could try to break the barrier tonight to see. You no longer knew who’s thoughts raced through your mind; your own or the black mist’s.

“I’ll see you guys tonight!” Scott waved as he walked back into his house before Stiles turned to you in the back seat.

“I have to go home for a little while but you wanna hop up front and talk for a sec?” He asked. You looked up at him and nodded before climbing over the seat and plopping down where Scott sat only moments before. “What’s on your mind?”

“You said you saw my eyes glow green,” You said after a moment.

“You’re not actually thinking about breaking the barrier, right?” He deadpanned. You looked down at your lap. “Right?”

“Stiles, what are the fucking odds that my eyes were glowing green?” You finally turned towards him, making him scoff. “What? It would explain why I can’t control my magic. And why my mind is so easily possessed by the magic!”

“Did you go crazy again?” He snapped, not quite believing what you were proposing. “There is a one in a million chance of that being true! In case you missed the math, that’s a 999,999 in a million chance of you losing your mind permanently!”

“Stiles, my chances have to be a lot better than that! My eyes were glowing green! Maybe I can just-“

“Do you even realize that you’re not just affecting yourself when you make these decisions?!” He shouted, making you fall silent. “It’s not just your mind that you're sacrificing; it’s Lydia and Al’s friend, your parents’ daughter, Scott’s best friend— the girl I’ve loved since second grade! I don’t think I can watch another woman I love lose her mind AGAIN!”

His voice cracked as he choked out the last few words, angrily wiping away the tear that escaped. You swallowed a lump in your throat. You felt selfish for putting Stiles through the same experience he had with his mother. You knew he wouldn’t be able to go through it again.

“I-..” You stumbled before sighing. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I guess I didn’t think of it that way. It was selfish of me to even think about it. I won’t do it.”

“Swear on it,” He said sternly. “Under no circumstances will you break that barrier.”

“I swear I won’t break it under any circumstances,” You stuck out your pinky and dipped your head down so he would look at you. “Hey, look at me. You have my word.”

“I’m sorry for raising my voice,” He mumbled as he intertwined his finger around yours, making you smile.

“It’s okay. I think I kind of deserved it that time,” You laughed, making him chuckle. “You alright?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” He smiled, finally taking in the sight of you. He never realized just how much unwarranted resentment he held towards you for the effects your magic had on you.

He never knew what to expect from you anymore. He didn’t know who he was talking to sometimes or who to expect; you or your black misted self. Stiles wanted to be here for you, and he made a vow to himself to see this through- to help you through this. But he just couldn’t put himself through watching you destroy yourself in the name of curiosity or power.

Your warm gaze brought him back to reality. This was his Y/N smiling back at him- the one he loved since he was a kid, the one who held his hand through the roughest patches. A pang of guilt stabbed through him like a dull knife for not wanting to stick through the aftermath of breaking the barrier. Was he wrong for holding you back from knowing what you were capable of? As selfish as it might be, he couldn’t afford to lose you. Not like that.

But why did this moment feel so melancholy? It was almost like seeing you in a memory.

“I should, uh, probably go inside,” You spoke up, pressing the back of his hand to your lips. “I love you. I’ll see you tonight?”

“Yup,” He smiled halfheartedly, making you pause. “Oh, I, uh.. I love you too.”

Your face fell for a split second at his reaction. If he didn’t know you to your core, he wouldn’t have caught it. You were good at hiding your pain from him, but he could always see through it. He knew you’d only let it slide because of the argument.

And part of him wishes he hadn’t caught the way of your brows furrowing in concern and the corners of your mouth dropped. Or the way your eyes showed every emotion brewing restlessly behind them. Before he got the chance to speak, you hid behind a smile, dropping his hand to walk inside.

———

“You okay?” You heard Scott ask as Stiles grabbed the bag of mountain ash out of the back of the Jeep. You hopped over the front seats and climbed out, standing on the passenger’s side of the car.

“Yeah, why?” Stiles responded nonchalantly.

“Just.. didn’t say anything the whole way here,” Scott shrugged before lowering his voice. “Was it about the argument you both had after dropping me off because I don’t think-“

“No, dude. It’s not that. We’re fine. I’m fine,” Stiles brushed off, making you bite your lip nervously. You genuinely couldn’t tell if he was telling the truth. “Come on. Let’s grab the other bag.”

“I can’t, remember? Deaton said you have to do it alone.”

“Okay, this plan is really starting to suck,” Stiles whined as Scott looked past you, stepping closer to the club.

“No.. Not here.. Not now,” He muttered before bolting inside.

“Wha- Scott!” You both called after him.

“What am I supposed to-..” Stiles sighed before looking over at you. “This plan officially sucks!”

“You wanna talk about it?” You asked. He drew in a big breath and looked up; looking as if he would rather be anywhere else besides in your presence. “Okay, a simple no would’ve sufficed. I’ll just head inside then.”

“I didn’t mean for it to come off like-.. Y/N, this isn’t about you if that’s what you’re thinking! We’re good, okay?” He grabbed your arm before you could fully walk off. “I just don’t think I can talk about what’s on my mind without completely breaking down and I don’t think now is the time for that. Let’s talk after this is all over?”

“.. Okay,” You sighed and nodded before he placed a kiss on your forehead. You pulled away, placing your hand on his cheek and rubbing it with your thumb before turning on your heels and walking into the building.

Something felt off. It wasn’t Stiles himself, but the way you interacted almost felt like the calm before a storm. You squeezed your eyes shut and shook your head as you marched through the door, convincing yourself it wasn’t your mind talking. This was no time to be distracted; you needed your full focus.

You followed the music down a dark hallway before revealing a room filled with sweaty teenagers, neon lights, and music that would leave your ears ringing for the rest of the week.

“Hey, follow me,” Isaac grabbed your shoulders and guided you over to a secluded corner. “You have the stuff?”

“You make this sound like a drug deal,” You rolled your eyes, grabbing the vial Doc gave to you out of your backpack and filling the syringe with the liquid.

“You are literally giving me a vial of Ketamine. This kind of is a drug deal,” He smiled. You looked up at him and chuckled before continuing. “You have a nice smile. Too bad you don’t show it to me more often.”

“Too bad you’re not funny enough to see it more often,” You shrugged, making him laugh. You couldn’t help but chuckle at his boyish giggle.

“What was that about not being able to make you smile?” He teased.

“You wanna learn how to use this thing or not?” You rolled your eyes. He nodded, flickering his gaze between your eyes and lips as he watched you speak. “You have to do this intravenously, which means in the vein. When you find him, you pull back in this plunger right here. In the neck is probably going to be the easiest. So you-“

“Find a vein, jam it in there, and pull back on the trigger? Got it,” He smiled before taking it out of your hands. “Why me?”

“We have to make sure that Agrent doesn’t completely ruin the plan,” You explained. “And be careful, okay?”

“Oh, I doubt it’ll even slightly hurt him,” He chuckled.

“No, I mean you,” You corrected, making his gaze snap back up at you. “Uh.. Scott doesn’t want you to get hurt.”

“Scott?” Isaac grinned.

“Yeah. Scott,” You smiled before feeling your phone buzz in your pocket. You broke eye contact to look down to see that Stiles was calling. Isaac sighed as you urgently walked away from him with the phone pressed to your ear, not so much as giving him a proper goodbye before you were out of the room. “What’s wrong? I’m on the way out.”

“Look, I got like 50 feet of ash left, and I’m out. Okay? So could you get out here and try to help me figure something out?” He begged. “Because I don’t know what to do and I’m just standing out here and I’m.. all alone and I’m hearing gunshots and werewolves, and I’m-I’m standing here like a frickin’ idiot all by myself with a handful of magic fairy dust, and I don’t have enough-“

“Okay, I’m here!” You laughed, standing at the door. “I think I need to keep my distance though because Doc said it might have effects on me if I’m too close.”

“Oh come on! The universe has a personal vendetta against me- I just know it!” Stiles shouted, more at himself than anything. “What do I do?”

“He said you gotta believe!” You called.

“Believe. Okay, yeah! I need to believe,” He nodded, looking at the gap again “Come on, believe, Stiles…”

“Close your eyes and picture it,” You stepped closer. “Just imagine it working, okay?”

“This is stupid. My mind is racing way too fast for me to believe anything besides in the power of medicinal marijuana!” He shook his head. You sighed, debating your next move for a moment before jogging out next to him. “Woah- What are you doing?”

“This,” You smiled, reaching forward and pulling him into a kiss. His free hand found the small of your back and pulled you in closer as your hands trailed along his neck and hairline. You felt him ease into you; his breathing slowed as you softly yet eagerly kissed him. “You need to breathe. Imagine it, okay? You got this. I’m going to step back before I get any effects but I believe in you! Close your eyes and just-“

“Imagine..” He finished as he looked back at the gap. He took a deep breathe before closing his eyes and walking towards the other side. You watched from the door as the remaining gap sealed shut.

“OH MY GOD!” You squealed as he opened his eyes. He looked over at you and laughed before running up to you.

“YES!” He shouted, picking you up in a hug and twirling you around. “WE JUST DID THAT!”

“YOU JUST DID THAT!” You laughed, holding his smiley face in your hands. “I knew you could do it!”

“Oh my god! This was all you! I love you!” He grinned before kissing you.

“Oh, I feel dizzy,” You mumbled as you pulled away.

“Am I that good of a kisser?” He smirked before seeing your pale face.

“Mountain Ash..”

“Right, yeah. The Mountain Ash,” He nodded, jogging you back towards the door. “You feel better over here?”

“Yeah, almost instantly actually,” You furrowed your brows before looking at him again. “We can keep celebrating if you want now.”

“WE FUCKING DID THAT!” He cheered, making you laugh as he spun you around again. “We need to meet up with Isaac and Erica now!”

“Okay, follow me,” You smiled, taking his hand and dragging him down the dark hallway and towards room Scott told you to use. You opened the door to be greeted by Erica’s golden eyes. “Woah, down girl!”

“It’s just us! It’s just us!” Stiles stepped in front of you. “Geez, don’t freak.”

“Is he okay?” You asked as you stepped toward Jackson.

“Well,” Isaac stepped in front of you. “Let’s find out.”

He whipped out his claws and tried to slash through his chest, only for Jackson to catch his arm and bend it at an ungodly angle. You all winced as Isaac stumbled back towards you.

“Okay, no one does anything like that again, okay?” Stiles looked over at you and Erica who nodded back at him.

“I thought the Ketamine was supposed to put him out,” Isaac grunted.

“Yeah, well, apparently this is all we’re gonna get,” Stiles shrugged. “So let’s just hope that whoever’s controlling him just decided to show up tonight..”

“Uh, Stiles?” You muttered as you noticed Jackson’s eyes snap open. The pack all looked at you before you pointed.

“I’m here,” Jackson said in a distorted voice. “I’m right here with you.”

“Something’s wrong,” You whispered to Stiles as your stomach dropped.

“No shit, Sherlock,” He rolled his eyes.

“No, my powers are telling me something’s off. I think Scott’s in trouble,” You looked at the door.

“It could just be the bond you have with us. We’re kind of balls deep in trouble right now too,” Isaac said sincerely. For the first time ever, he didn’t say it as a joke or in a condescending manner; he was serious. Your brows raised, looking over at Stiles.

“I hate to say it, but maybe he’s right,” Stiles grumbled, earning looks of amusement. “Oh, don’t look at me like that. I only agreed because he said ‘us’. Now who’s gonna talk to Jackson?”

Everyone looked around at one another before Stiles scoffed.

“Okay, calm down, guys. One at a time now,” He rolled his eyes before getting in front of the boy in the chair. “Jackson, is that you?”

“Us,” He responded. “We’re all in here.”

You stepped forward, placing a hand on your boyfriend’s shoulder.

“Are you the one killing people?” Stiles asked.

“We’re the ones killing murderers.”

“So then all of the people you killed so far-“

“Deserved it,” Jackson finished.

“So we got a little rule book that says you only go after murderers,” You spoke up.

“Anything can break if enough pressure is applied.”

“Alright so the people you’re killing are all murderers then?” Stiles interrogated.

“All,” Jackson spoke. “Each. Every one.”

“Well who did they murder?”

“Me,” Jackson finally answered.

“Wait, what? What do you mean?” Stiles titled his head slightly.

“They murdered me,” He said before his eyes began glowing orange and developing into those of a reptile. You grabbed your boyfriend and pulled him up, knowing what was going to happen next wouldn’t be good. “They murdered me.”

“Okay, alright. More Ketamine,” Stiles told Isaac. “The man needs more Ketamine. Come on!”

“We don’t have any more,” Isaac muttered.

“You used the whole bottle?” You narrowed your eyes at him. You heard Erica whimper beside you before you all saw Jackson stand up and snarl.

“Okay, out. Everybody out!” Stiles pushed you out of the room. “GO! GO! GO! GO!”

“Okay, find something we can all move against the door!” You breathed as you all pressed against it. Only a split second later, Jackson burst through the wall beside you and ran off into the dark hallway. “Let’s go check on the Mountain Ash.”

“Good idea, let’s go,” Stiles nodded before you both took off running the opposite direction. Once you burst through the door, you saw Derek at the Jeep. “Hey, um.. So we kind of lost Jackson inside but it’s-”

He paused as Erica and Isaac looked down at the mountain ash, not daring to step across it. You, however, easily walked over it.

“Oh my god! It’s working!” Stiles cheered. “Oh, this is- YES! I did something!”

“I have that sinking feeling again, Stiles!” You turned towards the building, feeling a magnetic pull. You stepped back towards the ash. But it stopped you. You held your hand against it to see that it was now impenetrable for you.

A weak howl echoed through the alleyway.

“Scott..” Derek breathed.

“What?” Stiles asked.

“Break it!” Derek ordered.

“What? No way!” Stiles argued.

“Scott’s dying!” Derek shouted.

“Okay, what? How do you know that?”

“Oh my god, Stiles! I just know! BREAK IT!”

“I CAN’T!” He shouted as he tried to move the ash to no avail. “It hasn’t been an hour and Doc said it won’t budge before it-… Y/N?”

You clenched your fists, looking down at the Mountain Ash. You felt Scott’s bond slipping away from you; he really was dying. You were left with no other option.

“Y/N, don’t. We have a plan!” Stiles shook his head. “You heard Deaton! You can’t-“

“I’m so sorry, Stiles,” You whispered, looking up with tears in your eyes.

“WAIT!” He jumped up and ran towards you. But it was too late. Strong wind suddenly erupted from the barrier, pushing him and Derek away from it with great force, but leaving you standing in your place. “Y/N! PLEASE! STOP!”

You held your hand out, clenching your eyes to try and drown out your boyfriend’s screams, you felt a familiar aura surround your body before a loud explosion rang through your ears and brought you back to reality.

“NO! WHAT DID YOU DO?!” Stiles cried. Derek ran past you, you lingered for a moment to look back at your boyfriend who stared back at you with tears running down his face. You swallowed the knot in your throat before turning around to chase Derek into the building. You followed him into a smoky room that made him burst into a coughing fit.

You looked up just in time to see Mrs. Argent running up behind him with a wolfsbane-laced knife. You held out your hand and sent her flying backwards into the opposite. She groaned before looking up at you and chuckling.

“A Delvoux. I knew there was something off about you,” She smiled before getting back up and running to attack Derek again. You held out your hand; nothing happened. You looked down to see nothing; no mist, no aura, nothing. You watched as the two fought desperately for their lives. You took the opportunity to run up to Scott.

“Are you okay? Scotty? Oh my god!” You breathed, looking up to see that the smoke was coming from a wolfsbane diffuser. You held a finger under his nose to check for any sign of breathing. “DEREK! I don’t think he’s breathing!”

“I’m right here! She’s gone. Help me carry him out to my car!” He gasped.

You did as told, holding Scott’s head in your lap the whole ride to the clinic. You sliced through your both of palms with Derek’s swiss army knife and pressed them together.

Again, nothing. No pain, no healing, absolutely nothing happened besides your blood dripping down each other’s arms.

“No, no, NO! The healing’s not working!” You sobbed, looking up in the rearview mirror to see Derek’s alarmed gaze.

“We’re here! Help me carry him in! I’m still weak,” He ordered.

———

The remembrance of the past 48 hours hit you like a train as you stared despondently at your boss working diligently on your best friend. The rug had been yanked from under you. Everything you knew was flipped upside down.

You were losing your best friend. The Argents knew of your lineage. You lost your powers and we’re waiting patiently for your mind to go with it. And worst of all, radio silence from Stiles.

12:32 AM Stiles: Is Scott alive??

12:33 AM Y/N: Yes. Doc’s working on him rn. No news yet. I’ll keep you updated if anything changes

12:39 AM Y/N: Can we talk about earlier? Read.

You looked up at the clock that read 3:12 AM and placed your face in your palms. You couldn’t get the scene out of your head; his shattered look, his devastating cry. The words kept repeating in your head as you finally allowed yourself to cry.

What did you do? What did you do? What did you do?

Chapter 8 ->

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(Per request by @ericksmalamia & for whoever else wants the translation)

CNCO Responds to the internet’s questions // Really me

R: Hey people, I am Rich.

E: I am Erick

Z: Zabdiel

C: I am Christopher

R: and we are…

ALL: CNCO

R: and this is “really us”

“Really Me” with CNCO

We made CNCO create real accounts and covertly enter the internet.

R: Yeah, Let’s do this. Okay, let’s hit up twitter. @cncoxcrushfive says: “where do I send my resume to work in CNCO’s team?”

Z: You can send it to Zabdiel’s email zabdiel1344…

R: or you can it send it to Richard Camacho’s Instagram.

C: or to Erick’s Instagram. Or to my Instagram. Haha

Z: or possibly to Walter Kolm’s too.

R: Thank you Karlita for your question:

C: (he repeats what Rich says) for your question.

R: Ale: “I’m thinking of making a sweater, idk if in black or white. What do you say?” (It shows the sweater) I like it in black.

E: Yeah, it looks cool.

C: I mean in white too. Both.

R: In case, you can go to cncomusic.com and there we have good merch too. You know, nice.

C: good merch. Good, cool, cool, cool. And there is merch coming. Merch coming.

R: Yes, there is a lot of colors. But this is very creative. Thank you, Ale. “How is it that I created and Instagram very recently and… I uploaded something referring to the interview… and CNCO sees it? I cannot anymore.”

E: We love to surprise. We love to surprise.

R: (I’m not 1000% sure what he said cause Erick talks over him but it’s something like this lol) I’m horrible at reading Spanish.

C: and we love to see all your little things.

R: @erickbmyboo: “Where are you going looking so handsome? STAY WITH ME” (I’m not translating word for word cause it wouldn’t totally make sense. lol) and then she adds the pictures of us 4.

C: ayyyy, chacho (chacho is kinda like bro or dude. It’s short for muchacho which basically means guy) she look good there.

R: cute cute cute

C: beautiful

E: Right there we were going to a…

C: in LA

E: yes, we were going to uhhhh

C: a dinner

E: a little dinner we had over there. That night was good.

C: yes, we had a good time.

Z: yes

E: but you’re the cute one, my love.

R: sylvia @erickporsolis: “How are you not gonna know Reggaeton Lento by CNCO? Bro that’s general culture.”

E & C: AYYYYY

C: yes that’s general culture

E& C: she knows she knows

R: Well Reggaeton Lento was one of our.. well it is our biggest song till now. I think that song solidified CNCO. @1DFtCNCO_: “Take a shot with Chris. Dance bachata with Rich. Be drunk with Zab. Receive those hugs from Erick. What do we have to do for that to happen to us in Latin America? I can’t with this suffering. ‘LIKE A COMET’” Like a comet that leaves

C: We would love to be able to go to Latin America in the future, God willing. We are starting here in the states with this club tour to see how things go. If it were up to us, tomorrow we’d go to Latin America.

E: yes

R: Meli; @erickftchrisss: “Someone tell me what I have to study to work with CNCO’ team? This year I have to decide what career I’m going to study for.”

C: well she could be the person that records us (he’s talking about like a music producer basically) Imagine, like production. You can also study manager (lol I’m sure he meant to say study to be a manager LOL) you can study marketing.

E & Z: Marketing

C: you can study

R: the tour stuff. Well Meli, you can study whatever you want honestly. It could be music, marketing, production manager, it could be anything tbh.

C: Manager

R: It could be anything that has to do with the music industry. But it is very important to do what comes out of your heart at the end of the day.

C: Okay Rich.

R: Go go

C: Like all serious hahaha

E: hahaha

C: okay so Amelia Selman and her @ is @trulythee… (? Not what it shows on the screen lol) “Is it wrong that the only Spanish song I know is Reagaeton Lento by Little Mix and CNCO?” It’s not wrong at all. It’s a very good song. Honestly, it’s really good that you know it. We have a ton of other songs. Toa La Noche is out now, it is really good. You gotta listen to it. I recommend it. The music video is also on Youtube.

@SadlyKelly: “I just finished crying after watching a video of CNCO’s trajectory, whyyyyyyyyyyy?” (the literal translation is trajectory but I would say journey is more fitting.) She’s like “why?” That’s cute, though. Thank you, my love. Really lovely, we’ve had 5 years on this path. I think I would also cry if I saw it. But thank you. We love you a lot.

The next one says @gracielcnco21 “How does one get a video tattooed? It’s cause @velezcolon1 and I want to know how we can get Erick’s little dance tattooed on our forehead.” Ahahahaha

Z: which little dance?

E: idk it’s cause I have a lot of dance moves , honestly.

C: yeah, that’s true.

E: tell me which one

C: yeah, he does have a couple. A night at the club.

ALL: jajajajajajaja

C: you could tattoo the link of the video, that’d be good! Hahaha no no no. I’m joking.

@daydreamxshawn: “If CNCO weren’t called CNCO, how would you guys like to be called?” hmm..

E: GENERATION jajaja

Z: The Latin Kings

C: The Latin Kings

E: yooo

Z: CNCO is perfect.

C: CNCO is perfect. I think it’s the best name. It’s cool, huh?

Z: Cool, it’s brutal.

C: short, simple. @velezmysoulmate: “I have an existential doubt. What do the guys factor in to bring fans on stage?” nothing, really just that you’re really happy, that you come with all the positivity to the show, that you are super emotional. We like that. We like o see when yall are really emotional, really excited, really happy, crying. Honestly, the bigger your reaction, the faster you’ll get onstage.

@cncoXjoel_5: “Tell me why I love these 4 guys that are strangers to me so much?”

R: thaaaat

C: Thank you! We love you the same. We send you a big hug wherever you are. Thank you for supporting us and thank you for listening to Toa La Noche.

@laura57marcela: “which is CNCO’s best album?” Hmm, which is CNCO’s best album?

R: the one that is coming…

C: ayyyeee that one goes hard. They all go hard, but the on e that’s coming…. Bro, just hold on!

Z: hold on, can I answer some of those questions?

C: yeah, yeah,

Z: (I didn’t understand what he said here. But he hit the mic with his head lol) @Rodrigo_020 says: “Which CNCO song is each member’s favorite? So like what song is each of their favorites?” My favorite CNCO song is Que Va Ser De Mi.

E: My favorite CNCO song is… I think I’m gonna go for Beso or La Ley.

C: I really like Hey DJ honestly.

R: I like the chorus of De Cero.

Z: okay well let’s go to youtube now. Alison Dulce Aliaga Machaca N. says “Handsome guys, when are you going on tour again. The cncowners we miss you.” We’re hoping that soon we’ll be able to travel to all those countries that we haven’t been to in a wile, especially Latin America since it’s been a while since we last were there and we have so much love for them.

Marialis deole’o says “I’m waiting for them to announce a tour in the Dominican Republic, I love you cuties.” We are crazy to go and eat Mangu over there.

R: ayyyeee

Z: We love the Dominican Republic honestly. Well you guys know.

Erian Julian Cruz Apaza says “How would it feel to get a like from CNCO?” Well there’s your like.

Ile cotez says “Does anyone else do the tiktok dance on Richard’s solo or is it just me?” How cool that you do it and can do it. It’s not an easy dance, so congratulations that you can.

R: yeah

C: yeah, it’s not easy.

Z: Rut Cea: “This is awesome… and the guys said this only a sample of what is coming. Uff this is not at all a joke… the new era is coming with everything.” Rut cea is completely right. We’re coming with everything. Solid. Activated. We’re hoping that you guys like everything that we have prepared for yall.

E: we’re coming with hunger.

C: literally

Z: we love you all so much.

E: I’ll shoot

Z: okay

E: we’re gonna make a change (this when Erick starts answering questions lol)

Z: a yummy little change (LOL)

E: this seat is…

VALERIA CNCOWNER TAVARES says “idk if I’m more jealous of the guys pets or of the gum that Zabdiel has in his mouth.”

R: yooooooo

Z: damn

E: well that’s good, my love, that you like our pets. We all have a pet. Chris and I are team dog. And Zabdiluchi and Richuki are team cat. But we love animals/our pets.”

Yuryangel Huerta says “You guys always show your face in whatever circumstance, guys are the best at what you do. How to not love you guys?” (salen a dar la cara is more like facing the consequences, man up to something, own up to it. God, it’s so hard to explain in English lol) Yeah, I feel like we are good at facing the consequences when we have to.

C: yeah, we’re right here. What happened?

R & Z: jajaja

E: Thank you, my love. You love you a lot.

Angela Nohely Guevara Betancourt asks “When is there going to be new music?”

C: Damn dude

E: well new music, the truth is we hope it comes out soon. We have so many songs we are crazy to release already.. but for now, toa la noche is out, people, the music video is out, it’s on youtube, you can go watch it.

Okay well, let’s go to Instagram now… vibezab asks “can we talk about those boots?” I think those are the ones I’m wearing.

Z: dude, but I’m wearing boots too.

R: me too. I’m wearing boots too.

Z: (to Erick) Why they gotta be yours?

E: jajaja well the boots are part of the swag.

R: of course

Z & C agree

E: well thank you my love for the swag. We try what we can. Coco.velezz: “don’t you guys get tired of making girls fall in love with you?” no, no, no well thank you. Honestly, we don’t try but it happens. Thank you for your question.

Well people, this is the last question. Let’s see. Cnco_joel_aidan: “when are you coming to Latin America?” well right now we are in the middle of our club tour in the United States. Believe me, it’s been a long time since we went to Latin America and we are dying to go. We will let you know through our social medias, so keep an eye out. Believe me, if you guys desire for us to go. We desire it even more.

Well we made it to the end. Thank you so much for sending us all your questions. The truth is we are dying to go to Latin America, so keep an eye out on social media. We love you so much. Hugs and kisses from CNCO.

Z: We love you all

C: Toa La Noche

E: CNCO baby

Z: we love you. Blessings

C: CNCO

[satanicchristiancult]

So, Boku No Hero Academia World Heroes' Mission is finally on my country’s cinemas, and now that I’ve finally watched it, it’s time for my thoughts.

(Spoilers ahead!)

Let’s start off with the fact that I’m rewatching the movie, but this time it’s someone’s recording of it. Finding it might have taken me a while, but I am the master at finding pirated content.

My thoughts:

Izuku’s new suit man, I love it.

That intro tho, now that’s perfection.

Rody’s English dub. I never watch the dubs of anything, but I found a recording of the English dub so I’m rewatching this while I write. The point is, I already love his dub.

The fact that Izuku couldn’t catch up to Rody for a while is ridiculous.

Bones is trying to do way too cool scenes, to just realize that they don’t have enough budget to make them look good, but they don’t care so we end up with this, some scenes that look crappy to be done by animation studios, but wonderful if they were fanmade.

May I propose Midoriya Izuku as the best Spider-Man? My man caught his Gwen Stacy/MJ on his first try! /ref

Todoroki is seriously like “Break your phone and run away. I don’t care if you actually killed someone. Just run”. Or at least that’s how I’ll always interpret it since I saw a post about that.

Izuku seriously just went all Light Yagami there by sending that secret message.

“Cafetería Callejón” huh. So this actually does take place in Spain? I thought that article I saw was a joke or an exaggeration, granted, I didn’t read it, but still! (Later in the post I’ll talk about where the movie actually takes place).

Rody. My guy. Best big brother ever.

That scene in the cave was the moment in which I realized, “god. I’m gay. I’m way too gay. I’m too gay for this two.”.

All of that thing about how Rody doesn’t like heroes because they never go to the place in which he lives, therefore he believes that all of them do it for the fame pissed me off. Not because I don’t agree, because he’s entirely right, but because I’ve been writing a fanfiction for a while about that idea, and now I’ll no longer make the fanfic that makes the reader go “damn, I never thought of it that way”, because canon now said so as well :/. I mean. I’m glad that they said it, but dude!

While doing the rewatch, I found out that what the dub and the sub say are different things. Sure, that’s to be expected but one stood out to me. While Izuku introduces himself, in both he says some variation of the same thing: “but my hero name is Deku”, Rody answers and says essentially the same in both the (oficial) Spanish sub, and on the English dub: “Deku. That’s easy to remember”. And while in the Spanish sub he says “yeah, that’s how I like it” (or something along the lines of that. The point is that he says that that’s the point), in the English dub he says “yeah, it’s growing on me”. So are my suspicions about Izuku not actually liking being called “Deku”, and slowly getting used to it true? GO ME! YOU FIGURED IT OUT!

I remember how much I loved whatever Rody wrote on that piece of paper he left to whoever he got the van from, but on this video version I’m watching it’s unreadable, so I can’t quite comment on in.

English dub’s “first person to break her heart gets KO’d (yes, I did have to google that word)” is the second best thing I’ve ever heard in a BNHA dub, and probably in any other dub.

(If you are curious, my favorite thing that I’ve ever heard in a dub is the dub for Latin America of the movie BNHA Two Heroes, in which Bakugou tells Todoroki, and I quote, “¡A un lado, copia de Zuko!”, which essentially translates into “Out of the way, copy of Zuko!”. I still can’t believe this is canon.)

Unrelated to it all, but I absolutely hate how they pronounce “Izuku Midoriya”.

Oh, right, this isn’t a romance movie about two guys running away from the country to live together in the middle of nowhere, I forgot that this was an action movie /hj. But in all seriousness, this isn’t your average BNHA movie, it’s too different from the other two. Not complaining tho!

Rody, why are you so much like one of the characters in my WIP fanfic? You are ruining all my hard work love! /nm. No but really, he is so much like that character. Older brother, “I have to work even though it makes me miserable”, “anything for my siblings” kind of vibe. Oh no. No I must include Rody in said fic. How do I even do that-

My girl just kamikazed herself. Jeez. (“Kamikazed appears not to be a word, but that ain’t gonna stop me!)

There’s just no reason for Iida and Aizawa not to be fighting. Honestly, there’s no reason for Mina, Aoyama, Koda, Hagakure, Aizawa, and Iida not to be out there, but even if I love them all, the fact that most of them aren’t out there makes sense. Those last two still make no sense tho!! Mirio gets a pass on this.

Godzillo!! You are back my beloved friend!!!

Toshinori, they also did you dirty man. Let this man have his protagonism! (Oh come on! How is it that the same language that made “thingies”, “ko’d”, and “defenestration” a word doesn’t have a word for “protagonismo”?! Even the Spanish language has it for god’s sake!)

Tetsutetsu’s hero name is “Real Steel”. His costume says “FE”, as in the element’s atomic symbol. Oh come on.

Salaam. I have no words to describe him so you’ll get the fandom’s wiki: “Salaam is a brown-skinned man with a two dimensional appearance, similar to human representations in ancient Egyptian art.”. A two dimensional appearance. I still haven’t gotten over this.

Those frames of the bad guy on top of all those dead heroes is so cool. When I find a better version of it, I’ll stitch all the frames together and make a wallpaper.

I’ll never stop finding it ridiculous that suddenly everyone wants a quirkless world. I get it, it isn’t everyone, but still. I find it so unlikely that so many people agreed and joined Humarise. Another thing I also find ridiculous is how 20% of people are quirkless, dude we know three quirkless people by name.

After comparing it with a map, I’ve found out that neither Otheon or Klayd are located in actually existing places of the world.

Unrelated once again, but I can’t get over the fact that Burnin’s hair is still. When I was reading the manga, I pictured it as a constantly moving fire in her head. Imagine how disappointed I was when I watched the anime.

Ah yes, battle scenes. Which means that now my brain will stop paying attention. Can’t I just focus on what I’m watching? Nop! You’re gonna be thinking about Encanto songs in its Español Latino dub.

All throughout Bakugou’s battle, the only think I could think about was “just use your arm grenade things”. Also, I did not care about that battle enough for it to be shown that much.

And on the other hand, I truly wanted to see Todoroki’s battle more. Yeah sure, I’m not a super Todoroki fan like others, but I like him and that underwater battle was something I’d like to see.

I still don’t quite get Mister Bad Guy’s (the villain, aka Flect Turn) quirk.

Rody catching Izuku right before he falls. Oh I love this bastard.

English dub Rody has the amazing ability to somehow make me laugh on serious moments. I don’t remember what either versions of him said, but English dub version called Mister Bad Guy something like “Blue guy” and I find that hilarious.

Izuku, my child, you didn’t realize that Eddie Soul was Rody’s father?

Aaaaand my son Rody got himself shot. FU-

Can I just point out that I’ve been doing this since before 8pm and it’s currently 11:01pm.

In both my rewatch and in my first time watching I spaced out during battles, to the point in which I still don’t know how Bakugou got a bloodshot eye.

Why is it that in every BNHA big fight someone will always end up shirtless?

Todoroki, how haven’t you drowned? Tell me your secret. Also, you can’t fight fire with fire, just make a chunk of ice and make the heat from the fire melt it into water, I have a feeling that that’ll do something useful.

And Izuku turned Super Saiyan Blue again.

United States World Smash is too overpowered.

Those last like 53 seconds lasted around 6 minutes and 12 seconds.

Recovery Girl kissing Bakugou is such a mood.

“Although if I had died stopping those bombs, I would have become a total legend!” “That’s a morbid thing to say”. God do I love this two.

Pino crying while Rody tells Izuku about how it would be better for everyone if he just stayed home. THIS. TWO.

Pino’s celebration dance.

Iida running to Uraraka and Izuku. Oh I love this trio.

UA’s Big Three get their own image. Good for them! Don’t they all just look lovely?

New chaotic trio, Cementoss, Present Mic, and Eraserhead.

I need an HD version of that handshake between Toshinori and Izuku.

Oh the Soul siblings. They have no reason to be that cute. Also, even though the version that I’m watching while rewatching the movie cuts before it is shown, that drawing of Izuku, Todoroki, and Bakugou (was Bakugou actually in it? I’d guess that he is, but I only remember the first two) is also wonderful.

To finally end all of this, Izuku and Rody are gay, that Todoroki scene in which he comes out and fights against the guys with the helicopter (the part with the crazy camera angles) looks fanmade, Rody’s English dub is wonderful, Rody has destroyed all of my WIP fanfiction as he is way too similar to the protagonist but this just makes me want to add him into the story, Aoyama should have been sent to fight in France like come on-, having timers in movies always ends up making a mess (especially since when I first watched the trailer, I thought that those 2 hours would be real life hours as the movie was most likely gonna last 2 hours and a bit more), the whole idea of Humarise is ridiculous and now I want to read quirkless Midoriya Izuku fanfiction with it, I forgot multiple times that this was an action movie, I have the attention span of a newborn puppy, Todoroki is an undrownable being and therefore, a god, and at this point I’ll create as many words as I please.

I give this movie an 8 out of 10.

I spent like 4 and a half hours on this.

-Mori

[bakug0stw1nk]

Hello, everyone! This is the LONGEST TEXT EVER! I was inspired by the various other "longest texts ever" on the internet, and I wanted to make my own. So here it is! This is going to be a WORLD RECORD! This is actually my third attempt at doing this. The first time, I didn't save it. The second time, the Neocities editor crashed. Now I'm writing this in Notepad, then copying it into the Neocities editor instead of typing it directly in the Neocities editor to avoid crashing. It sucks that my past two attempts are gone now. Those actually got pretty long. Not the longest, but still pretty long. I hope this one won't get lost somehow. Anyways, let's talk about WAFFLES! I like waffles. Waffles are cool. Waffles is a funny word. There's a Teen Titans Go episode called "Waffles" where the word "Waffles" is said a hundred-something times. It's pretty annoying. There's also a Teen Titans Go episode about Pig Latin. Don't know what Pig Latin is? It's a language where you take all the consonants before the first vowel, move them to the end, and add '-ay' to the end. If the word begins with a vowel, you just add '-way' to the end. For example, "Waffles" becomes "Afflesway". I've been speaking Pig Latin fluently since the fourth grade, so it surprised me when I saw the episode for the first time. I speak Pig Latin with my sister sometimes. It's pretty fun. I like speaking it in public so that everyone around us gets confused. That's never actually happened before, but if it ever does, 'twill be pretty funny. By the way, "'twill" is a word I invented recently, and it's a contraction of "it will". I really hope it gains popularity in the near future, because "'twill" is WAY more fun than saying "it'll". "It'll" is too boring. Nobody likes boring. This is nowhere near being the longest text ever, but eventually it will be! I might still be writing this a decade later, who knows? But right now, it's not very long. But I'll just keep writing until it is the longest! Have you ever heard the song "Dau Dau" by Awesome Scampis? It's an amazing song. Look it up on YouTube! I play that song all the time around my sister! It drives her crazy, and I love it. Another way I like driving my sister crazy is by speaking my own made up language to her. She hates the languages I make! The only language that we both speak besides English is Pig Latin. I think you already knew that. Whatever. I think I'm gonna go for now. Bye! Hi, I'm back now. I'm gonna contribute more to this soon-to-be giant wall of text. I just realised I have a giant stuffed frog on my bed. I forgot his name. I'm pretty sure it was something stupid though. I think it was "FROG" in Morse Code or something. Morse Code is cool. I know a bit of it, but I'm not very good at it. I'm also not very good at French. I barely know anything in French, and my pronunciation probably sucks. But I'm learning it, at least. I'm also learning Esperanto. It's this language that was made up by some guy a long time ago to be the "universal language". A lot of people speak it. I am such a language nerd. Half of this text is probably gonna be about languages. But hey, as long as it's long! Ha, get it? As LONG as it's LONG? I'm so funny, right? No, I'm not. I should probably get some sleep. Goodnight! Hello, I'm back again. I basically have only two interests nowadays: languages and furries. What? Oh, sorry, I thought you knew I was a furry. Haha, oops. Anyway, yeah, I'm a furry, but since I'm a young furry, I can't really do as much as I would like to do in the fandom. When I'm older, I would like to have a fursuit, go to furry conventions, all that stuff. But for now I can only dream of that. Sorry you had to deal with me talking about furries, but I'm honestly very desperate for this to be the longest text ever. Last night I was watching nothing but fursuit unboxings. I think I need help. This one time, me and my mom were going to go to a furry Christmas party, but we didn't end up going because of the fact that there was alcohol on the premises, and that she didn't wanna have to be a mom dragging her son through a crowd of furries. Both of those reasons were understandable. Okay, hopefully I won't have to talk about furries anymore. I don't care if you're a furry reading this right now, I just don't wanna have to torture everyone else. I will no longer say the F word throughout the rest of this entire text. Of course, by the F word, I mean the one that I just used six times, not the one that you're probably thinking of which I have not used throughout this entire text. I just realised that next year will be 2020. That's crazy! It just feels so futuristic! It's also crazy that the 2010s decade is almost over. That decade brought be a lot of memories. In fact, it brought be almost all of my memories. It'll be sad to see it go. I'm gonna work on a series of video lessons for Toki Pona. I'll expain what Toki Pona is after I come back. Bye! 'm back now, and I decided not to do it on Toki Pona, since many other people have done Toki Pona video lessons already. I decided to do it on Viesa, my English code. Now, I shall explain what Toki Pona is. Toki Pona is a minimalist constructed language that has only ~120 words! That means you can learn it very quickly. I reccomend you learn it! It's pretty fun and easy! Anyway, yeah, I might finish my video about Viesa later. But for now, I'm gonna add more to this giant wall of text, because I want it to be the longest! It would be pretty cool to have a world record for the longest text ever. Not sure how famous I'll get from it, but it'll be cool nonetheless. Nonetheless. That's an interesting word. It's a combination of three entire words. That's pretty neat. Also, remember when I said that I said the F word six times throughout this text? I actually messed up there. I actually said it ten times (including the plural form). I'm such a liar! I struggled to spell the word "liar" there. I tried spelling it "lyer", then "lier". Then I remembered that it's "liar". At least I'm better at spelling than my sister. She's younger than me, so I guess it's understandable. "Understandable" is a pretty long word. Hey, I wonder what the most common word I've used so far in this text is. I checked, and appearantly it's "I", with 59 uses! The word "I" makes up 5% of the words this text! I would've thought "the" would be the most common, but "the" is only the second most used word, with 43 uses. "It" is the third most common, followed by "a" and "to". Congrats to those five words! If you're wondering what the least common word is, well, it's actually a tie between a bunch of words that are only used once, and I don't wanna have to list them all here. Remember when I talked about waffles near the beginning of this text? Well, I just put some waffles in the toaster, and I got reminded of the very beginnings of this longest text ever. Okay, that was literally yesterday, but I don't care. You can't see me right now, but I'm typing with my nose! Okay, I was not able to type the exclamation point with just my nose. I had to use my finger. But still, I typed all of that sentence with my nose! I'm not typing with my nose right now, because it takes too long, and I wanna get this text as long as possible quickly. I'm gonna take a break for now! Bye! Hi, I'm back again. My sister is beside me, watching me write in this endless wall of text. My sister has a new thing where she just says the word "poop" nonstop. I don't really like it. She also eats her own boogers. I'm not joking. She's gross like that. Also, remember when I said I put waffles in the toaster? Well, I forgot about those and I only ate them just now. Now my sister is just saying random numbers. Now she's saying that they're not random, they're the numbers being displayed on the microwave. Still, I don't know why she's doing that. Now she's making annoying clicking noises. Now she's saying that she's gonna watch Friends on three different devices. Why!?!?! Hi its me his sister. I'd like to say that all of that is not true. Max wants to make his own video but i wont let him because i need my phone for my alarm.POOP POOP POOP POOP LOL IM FUNNY. kjnbhhisdnhidfhdfhjsdjksdnjhdfhdfghdfghdfbhdfbcbhnidjsduhchyduhyduhdhcduhduhdcdhcdhjdnjdnhjsdjxnj Hey, I'm back. Sorry about my sister. I had to seize control of the LTE from her because she was doing keymash. Keymash is just effortless. She just went back to school. She comes home from school for her lunch break. I think I'm gonna go again. Bye! Hello, I'm back. Let's compare LTE's. This one is only 8593 characters long so far. Kenneth Iman's LTE is 21425 characters long. The Flaming-Chicken LTE (the original) is a whopping 203941 characters long! I think I'll be able to surpass Kenneth Iman's not long from now. But my goal is to surpass the Flaming-Chicken LTE. Actually, I just figured out that there's an LTE longer than the Flaming-Chicken LTE. It's Hermnerps LTE, which is only slightly longer than the Flaming-Chicken LTE, at 230634 characters. My goal is to surpass THAT. Then I'll be the world record holder, I think. But I'll still be writing this even after I achieve the world record, of course. One time, I printed an entire copy of the Bee Movie script for no reason. I heard someone else say they had three copies of the Bee Movie script in their backpack, and I got inspired. But I only made one copy because I didn't want to waste THAT much paper. I still wasted quite a bit of paper, though. Now I wanna see how this LTE compares to the Bee Movie script. Okay, I checked, and the Bee Movie script is 50753 characters long. Not as long as some of the LTEs I mentioned, but still longer than mine and Kenneth Iman's combined. This LTE is getting close to 10000 characters! That means it'll be half the length of Kenneth Iman's LTE. That's pretty exciting. Also, going back to the topic of the Bee Movie Script, I tried to write the entire thing out by hand once. But I never finished it, especially since I'm focusing on this thing now. Maybe I should write this LTE out by hand. Nah, I don't think I will. Yay, we're at 10000 characters! Let's celebrate by talking about MUSIC! Music is cool. That concludes our celebratory discussion about music. Thank you, and have a good rest of your day. Hi, I'm back now, and I got a book! It's a dictionary for a language called Elefen. It's like Esperanto, but better. Now I can learn Elefen even without internet! That's pretty cool. I will now write something in Elefen. See if you can understand it! Here goes: Si tu pote leje esta, tu es merveliosa! Elefen es un lingua multe fresca! Did you understand that? Maybe you can't speak Elefen, but you still understood that because of your knowledge of other languages. Elefen is cool because it's an actual language, not an English code like Pig Latin or Viesa. Oh, I forgot to mention that my sister is back from school. She's blasting Rhett and Link songs right now. Have you seen that picture of Rhett and Link standing with a bunch of *******? Sorry, I almost said the F word there. That would've broken my rule of not saying the F word. I wrote something in Elefen, so I will also write something in Toki Pona. See if you can understand it now! sina sona e toki mi la sina pona mute a! I can speak Toki Pona fluently, by the way. It's also a pretty cool language. My sister is still playing annoying songs. It's hindering my focus right now. But it's fiiiiine. Okay, luckily she's run out of songs to play. At least for now. She's trying to think of another annoying song to play. Now she's playing a song by Green Day. Not NEARLY as bad as the other songs she just played. I should go for now. Goodbye! Hello, I'm back once again. I don't know why I feel obligated to say that every time I come back. But I'll keep doing it anyway. My sister stopped blasting annoying songs, so that's good. She's cooking something in the microwave. I'll go check to see what it is right now. Nevermind, it's already done cooking. Right, I remember! It's mac and cheese! Now she just started singing "I have a tongue, you don't, because I cut it off yesterday". I don't know what goes on in her mind when she does stuff like that. I've been messing around with my Elefen dictionary for a while, looking up whatever random words I can think of. By the way, the whole reason I'm doing this longest text ever is because of pointlesssites.com. That's how I found the Flaming-Chicken LTE, which inspired me to start writing this LTE. So thanks, pointlesssites.com! I check that website every day to see what new pointless websites they add. You know, I could double every letter I type so that this text would be twice as long as it normally would be. But nah, that's kinda cheating. So I won't. Also, SUBSCRIBE TO PEWDIEPIE! There, I did my part. Not that anyone will read this, but still. 'Twould be nice if you subscribed to PewDiePie. That's another word I invented. Actually, I looked it up, and I didn't invent it. Someone came up with it before I did. That's pretty sad. Also, LEARN VIESA TODAY! IT WILL CURE YOUR DEPRESSION! Seriously though, learn Viesa. It won't actually cure your depression, but I'm desperate for speakers. I only have one other person to speak it with. I should go now. Goodbye. Hi, I’m back. I just came up with an idea: SIMPLIFIED ENGLISH! Or, in Simplified Engish: Simifid Enis. It’s where every group of consonant letters is reduced to the first consonant in that group of consonants, and same goes with the vowels. If a word ends up being just a single consonant with no vowel, put ‘a’ at the end. So “I like eating my waffles” becomes “I like etin ma wafes”. Isn’t it the most amazing thing ever? Nah, it’s not quite as amazing as Viesa. Actually, Viesa isn’t a real language, so it’s less amazing then Elefen and Toki Pona, both of which are cool languages. I kinda figured that half of this text would be about languages. Oh well. I just really want this to be the longest text ever, without using copy and paste, keymash, etc. If you remember, my sister did a little bit of keymash in this text a while ago. I would’ve deleted it, but nah, I didn’t feel like it. And besides, it’s not like it took up half this text. I have an estimate for how long it’ll take me to be the world record holder: about one month. I think I can manage one month of writing this. You know what? I’m just gonna break my rule of not saying the word “furry”. There, I said it. Now I’m allowing myself to write “furry” whenever I want. So with that out of the way, let’s talk about how I first became a furry. For some reason, I have the exact date when I became a furry memorized. It’s May 4, 2018. At that time, I discovered that I was a furry by watching some furry YouTube videos. I knew about the existence of furries years before this, but I didn’t know much about it until this time. I said to myself, “You know what? I’m a furry now,” and that’s what started it all. And I’ve been slowly learning more about the fandom ever since. I would like to participate more in the fandom when I’m older, but I’m too young for most of it right now. Guess I’ll just have to wait. But in the meantime, I can write about it in this text. I should sleep now. Goodnight. Hello, I'm back once again. Happy Pi Day! I memorized a bunch of digits of Pi once, not sure how many I still remember... I have literally nothing to write about now. I've been trying to come up with something for the past 10 minutes, and I still have no idea. Literally nothing is happening right now. It's pretty boring. My sister is watching Friends, as usual. Okay, since there's nothing for me to write about, I should go now. Bye! Wow, it has been a while since I last added to this. It is now July 10, 2019. Last time I edited this page was Pi Day, which was March 14. Those 4 months of this thing being untouched end today! Wait... 4 months? That means I was supposed to get this past the world record three months ago. Oh well. I have put many things into this text. A lot of them were cringy, like how I keep mentioning furry-related things. You know, I should stop putting things in here when I know I'm gonna cringe at them later. I'll try not to do that from here on out. I just know I'll fail though. I'd hate to be aware of someone reading this entire thing... like, if I had to sit and watch a family member or something read this entire text, I would cringe so hard. I would not want that to happen. I am currently pasting the entirety of the FlamingChicken LTE onto a page on OurWorldOfText. The frustrating thing about pasting stuff there is that it pastes one letter at a time, so it takes forever to paste long text. And when the tab isn't open, I'm pretty sure it just stops pasting, so you have to keep the tab open if you want it to continue. Why am I even doing this? No idea. I might not even paste the whole thing. I probably won't. Hey, I just had a thought. What if, in the future, students are reading this for a class assignment? What if this LTE becomes part of the school curriculum? If so, hi future student! I hope you're enjoying reading my CRINGE. What is my life coming to? That's enough writing for now. Goodbye. Hey again. Might as well continue writing in here for a bit. Hey, have you ever heard of 3D Movie Maker? It's a program from the 90s (that still works on modern computers) where you can make 3D animated movies. It's pretty cool. I've made a few movies with it myself, and many other people use it to make interesting stuff. In case you want to try it for yourself, I'm sure if you google "3dmm download" or something like that, it will take you somewhere where you can download the program. It's kinda aimed at younger children, but hopefully that doesn't stop you from making absolute masterpieces with this program. I have a keyboard in my room (the musical kind, not the one you type words on), and I don't really know how to play it properly, but I do it anyways. I can play a few songs on the piano (albeit with weird fingering because like I just said, I have no idea what I'm doing), including HOME - Resonance and PilotRedSun - Bodybuilder. You might not know one or both of those songs. If you don't know one of them, why not google it? You will have discovered some new music, and it will all be because of me. Why are you reading this, anyways? How did you even find it? Were you like me, and you were browsing pointlesssites.com, eventually finding the FlamingChicken LTE and going down a rabbit hole of discovering random LTEs? Literally the only reason I'm writing this right now is because that happened. I just discovered a new LTE: the RainbowFluffySheep LTE. I'm gonna see how many characters long it is. 75,957 characters. Pretty long, but not as long as the top two LTEs (FlamingChicken and Hermnerps, both with around 200,000 characters). I wanna write as much as possible into this text today. I'm gonna see how much LTE-writing I can do in one day. Hopefully it's a lot, because I wanna hold a world record! Imagine having a world record. Well, would it really be a world record? Because I don't know of any world record books that have "Longest Text Ever" as a record. Oh well, I just hope this LTE passes exactly 230,634 characters. That's all my goal is. I'm not even a tenth of the way there yet, but give it a month and I'm sure I'll get there. Hey, remember last time I said it would only take a month? That was four months ago. I should just stop promising things all together at this point. Forget I said anything about that. Did you know my sister has an LTE? That's right! It's not very long, though, and you can't read it because it's on her phone. She made it while bored at the library. That library was where I used to have web design classes. Those were fun, but I don't do them anymore. Now all I do it sit at home and write stuff in here. Well, I'm exaggerating. I go to the convenience store with my sister sometimes. But that's pretty much it outside of being bored on a computer. I should be a less boring human being. One day, I should translate this entire LTE into Viesa. That would be a big waste of time, even bigger than writing the LTE itself. But I could still do it. I don't think I ever will. This text is simply too long, and it'll be even longer than that by the time I pass 230,634 characters. By the way, if you think I'm gonna stop writing this once I pass 230,634 characters, you're wrong! Because I'll keep writing this even after I pass that point. It'll feel nice to be way ahead the record. My sister's alarm clock has been going off for half an hour and I haven't turned it off. Why? Because LAZYNESS! Actually, I really should turn it off now. There, I turned it off. First when I tried to turn it off, it started playing the radio. Then I tried again, and it turned off completely. Then I hurt myself on the door while walking out. So that was quite the adventure. I'm gonna go sleep now. Goodnight! Hey, I'm back again. My computer BSOD'd while writing this, so I have to start this section over again. That's why you save your work, kids! Before I had to start over again, I was talking about languages. Yes, I decided to bring that topic back after a while. But I no longer want to talk about it. Why? Because it'll probably bore you to death. That is assuming you're reading this at all. Who knows, maybe absolutely zero people will read this within the span of the universe's existence. But I doubt that. There's gotta be someone who'll find this text and dedicate their time to reading it, even if it takes thousands of years for that to happen. What will happen to this LTE in a thousand years? Will the entire internet dissapear within that time? In that case, will this text dissapear with it? Or will it, along with the rest of what used to be the internet, be preserved somewhere? I'm thinking out loud right now. Well, not really "out loud" because I'm typing this, and you can't technically be loud through text. THE CLOSEST THING IS TYPING IN ALL CAPS. Imagine if I typed this entire text like that. That would be painful. I decided to actually save my work this time, in case of another crash. I already had my two past attempts at an LTE vanish from existance. I mean, most of this LTE is already stored on Neocities, so I probably won't need to worry about anything. I think I might change the LTE page a little. I want the actual text area to be larger. I'm gonna make it a very basic HTML page with just a header and text. Maybe with some CSS coloring. I don't know. Screw it, I'm gonna do it. There, now the text area is larger. It really does show how small this LTE is so far compared to FlamingChicken or Hermnerps. But at least I made the background a nice Alice Blue. That's the name of the CSS color I used. It's pretty light. We're getting pretty close to the 1/10 mark! That's the point where we're one tenth of the way to making this the longest text ever, meaning all I have to do is write the equivalent of everything I've already written so far nine more times! Not gonna make any promises, though. How come every time I try to type "though", it comes out as "thought"? Why do I always type the extra T? It's so annoying that I have to delete the T every time. Okay, only mildly annoying. Not as annoying as I previously described. I apologize for my exaggeration of the annoyance level of me typing "thought" instead of "though". I just realized that most of the games I play are games that I've been playing for at least six years. I started playing Garry's Mod in 2013, Minecraft in whatever year version 1.2.3 came out. Now I have to look that up. March 2, 2012. So I started playing Minecraft approximately during that time. Wow, seven years ago! Coincidentally, I was also seven years old then. I remember the days of 2012-13. That was when I still played Roblox and made terrible YouTube videos. I was called "Infinite Budgets" back then. I also remember the days of 2016. A lot of people thought that was a terrible year, but for me personally, it brings me a lot of nostalgia because I talked a lot with my online friend at the time, and I did livestreams on YouTube and stuff. It was fun. 2016 was also when I got the phone that I still have to this day. Yup, my phone is three years old. My life was completely different when I got this phone: I was 11 years old, my YouTube channel actually had activity, and I wasn’t writing this text. I’m currently writing this in the car. We are on out way to the dollar store. And since I’m writing this on my phone, I’m making a lot more typos than usual. Some of them might make it through, so be prepared for that. Anyways, we appear to be getting close to the dollar store. I have a gift card for that place. I think so anyways, it might be for a different store... Yup, this dollar store is different. Oh well. My sister has an obsession with sponges. I’m sure she’s gonna find the sponges and go crazy over them. Why does she like sponges so much? No idea. She just found a bag of tiny baby dolls, and she wants to put them in ice cubes and call it “Ice Ice Baby”. She is truly a strange human being. My sister also has an obsession with stuffies. She has such an addiction, that she’s banned from them. Now she found the wigs and she’s considering buying one. She’s been looking at them for quite a while now. We’re out of the dollar store, and now we’re going to the computer store. I have no idea why we’re here. I guess we just are. Now we’re going home. Welp, that was a fun adventure. Stay tuned for more fun adventures as you read through this LTE. I should go now. Bye! Hello again. I made a private world on OurWorldOfText for my sister and I, but she doesn't want to join it. She doesn't think it'll be fun. Now I'm just editing it alone. How sad. But oh well. Now I’m here adding more to this text. I once made a Discord server specifically for a language called “Bo”, where the only word is “bo”. I made it almost four months ago, and somehow, it’s still going. People are still spamming nothing but “bo” there. It’s great. I also once made a server where you’re not allowed to use any vowels. It was a very strange server. I deleted it after some time though, so all that insanity is no more. I also used to own a Pig Latin server, but it got inactive so I deleted that too. We had some good memories in that server though. Now there’s a new Pig Latin server, but it’s not owned by me. Dang, my YouTube channel has been dead for so long. I haven’t posted a video in a year. I want to revive it, but I don’t know what to post there. I’ll figure it out. I doubt my channel will ever go back to it’s 2016 legacy, but I’m sure I’ll post something eventually. Random fact of the day: there are thirty-nine question marks so far in this text. Am I about to make it forty? Yes, I just did. Now the fact I initially stated is no longer true. Or is it? Because I said “so far” in the fact, that implies that we’re talking about the moment that fact was said, disregarding any future events. Now I’m pretty sure that fact is still technically true. Welp, I guess I should just accept that I’m editing that world of text alone for the rest of my life. I originally put a bunch of complaining in there, but I deleted it all. The thing is, now that world will never be same without all of that complaining about my sister not being here. But that’s fine. Hey, I just had a cool realization. Basically, there’s this conlang (constructed language, for those not in the know) server where we have a Sentence of the Week activity. In this activity, someone posts a text with a maximum of nine sentences, then people translate it into their own conlangs. My realization is this: if we take nine sentences from this LTE every week, there would be a whole year of sentences for people to translate. There are approximantly 523 sentences in this LTE. Divide that by 9 sentences each week, and you get 58 weeks worth of sentences, which is approximantly the number of weeks in a year. Quick maths. I actually suck at math, but that’s besides the point. I should go now. Goodbye! Hello, I’m back again. I really need to come up with different hello and goodbye messages, because I’ve already said “Hello, I’m back again” once before. Same with the “I should go now. Goodbye!” I said at the end of the previous section. I was going to explain what a “section” is, but I’m terrible at explaining things, so I’m not going to anymore. I guess you’ll just have to figure it out yourself. It’s probably not very hard to figure out, anyways. I guess I can just say that a section starts with me saying hello, and ends with me saying goodbye. That should be enough explaination, now that I think about it. Hey, do you ever feel like you never have any idea what you’re talking about? That’s my entire life. I just summarized it all in one sentence. On an unrelated note, I feel like half this LTE is just me talking about the LTE itself. I mean, press CTRL+F on this webpage, then type “LTE”. Look at all the times I use it in this text! Not counting the ‘lte’ in the word ‘multe’, of course. Dang, now the search results will include that, too. Anyways, half of this text is just me talking about how I’m trying to get this text to be the longest. Well, the longest LTE, anyways. I still have a long way to go. I’m only 12.7% of the way there. I mean, minus the four month gap, my estimation is that I’ve only been writing this for not even two weeks. So it makes sense that this LTE isn’t very long yet. Whenever I look at this webpage, it looks long at first glance, but the longer I look at it, the more I realize how short it actually is. It’s something that I can’t explain. For real this time. I just realized that none of this is helping the fact that half this LTE is about the LTE itself. I should bring up a new topic, but I don’t feel comfortable talking about much else. Why? Because, like I said, I never have any idea what I’m talking about. Most of this LTE is just me talking about LTEs or languages. Sometimes furries, but I don’t wanna go back into that territory at this point. But it doesn’t matter, because I’m still gonna write this LTE for as long as possible, even if it means talking about the same things half the time. Also, LEARN VIESA! Haven’t said that in a while, so I might as well bring it back. The documentation for Viesa is on this very website, so go ahead and read it! You might need to know some linguistic knowledge to understand it, though. In fact, you probably won’t understand most of it unless you know some amount about lingusitics, so you have been warned. If Viesa is too much for you, Pig Latin will probably be better for you. If it's so easy that kids can learn it, you can too! It's a language you can learn in probably five minutes, so why not give it a try? You may also enjoy Ubbi Dubbi, where you place 'ub' before every vowel sound. It's also a very easy language to learn, although not quite as popular. The thing is, none of these are even real languages. They're just codes, and very simple codes at that. You could probably crask Pig Latin or Ubbi Dubbi rather easily. Viesa too, actually. But I still enjoy them occasionally, even if Pig Latin and Ubbi Dubbi are inefficient and easy to crack, and Viesa is easy to crack yet unneccesarily difficult. I do make real languages, but I never put in the effort to learn them to fluency. At least I make them at all. Here’s a fun game: I will open up a random page from a book, and tell you the first word I see. English. That’s the word. Stay tuned for more fun games as you read through this LTE. We’re back, and we’re gonna play the same game as before. Ready? Subject. Now we’re gonna do it again. Reading. And again. Itself. Constituent. Grammar. Colloquial. Black. Outline. Add. About four of those words were language related. You’ll never guess why! (Spoiler alert: it’s a conlanging book). I’m running out of ideas now. I’m just gonna generate a random word and try to talk about it. Forbid. That’s the opposite of “allow”, I’m pretty sure. I don’t really know what else to say. Well, I guess I failed at generating a topic I could talk about. You know what's weird? My favorite word hasn't been used once in this entire text. I'm about to change that forever. Epic. Yup, my favorite word is "epic". I use it on a regular basis. I say "That's epic" all the time. It's a word I can't live without. Hey, I've now written more of this text after the 4 month gap than before it! Just thought I'd share that fact. Also, I'm gonna try and write as much as possible in this LTE today. I've already written more today than the day I first said I was gonna write as much as possible, so that's a good sign. The thing is, I don't know what to write about. I need to write about something, otherwise I won't write at all and I won't accomplish my goal. Wait, what goal should I set? How many characters should I write today? I'm gonna try and get 10,000 characters. I've already written almost 5,000 today, so from here I just have to write the equivellant of everything I've already written today. I'm just gonna try it and see if I make it. Maybe sometime in the future I'll do a bigger goal, like 15,000 or even 20,000 in one day. Actually, I don't know if 20,000 would even be possible for me. It might be, but it sounds like somewhat of a stretch for me to write that much in a single day. We'll see how long 10,000 takes, though. I'm already doing a bad job at this. I haven't typed anything here in several minutes. I need a topic. Um, Vabungula, I guess? Basically, it's a conlang created by Bill Price in 1965. It amazes me how one can work on a single conlang for that long. Most of the conlangs I start making die after 15 minutes. Anyways, I really like it because... um, I don't know, actually. There's not really anything about it that's super interesting (other than how long it's existed), it's just his personal conlang. Maybe it's the amount of development that went into it. It has over 5,000 dictionary entries and several texts written in the language. I'm sure most people reading this don't care about my language related talk, but I gotta make this long. I'm desperate to reach my 10,000 character goal. I've got 4,000 to go. I just found a website that generates random art from a seed. I just put this entire text as the seed, and it generated something quite nice. I would put the picture here, but I want this LTE to be nothing but text, so I won't do that. I've been playing with this for a while now. Many of the seeds produce boring pictures, but some of them are nice. For example, I just used "e" as the seed and it produced a nice looking picture. "a" looks nice too, arguably nicer. I've been using nothing but the word "nice" to describe these pictures. Maybe it's time to get a bigger vocabulary? "b" looks, um, good? I don't have the right vocabulary for this. I also don't feel like doing every single letter, because the pictures take some time to generate. But if you want to do it for yourself, just go to random-art.org and try it out! By the way, this is another website I found through pointlesssites.com. You know, the same website that lead me to the FlamingChicken LTE, which lead me to begin writing this whole thing. But what made me discover pointlesssites.com? Vsauce mentioned it. But what made me discover Vsauce? YouTube Reccomendations, probably. But what made me discover YouTube? As far as I remember, my dad showed it to me when I was 6. So I would like to thank my dad for being the reason I started writing this. He's the one who showed me YouTube, which reccomended me Vsauce, which mentioned pointlesssites.com, which brought me to the FlamingChicken LTE, which inspired me to start my own LTE. If he had never shown me YouTube, I wouldn't be here writing this text, and you wouldn't be reading it. Well, that's probably not true, because I probably would have discovered YouTube by other means, thus leading me to Vsauce, leading me to Vsauce, leading me to pointlesssites.com, leading me to the FlamingChicken LTE, leading me to... okay, I really need to stop now. I've gone too far. But you know what I haven't gone too far with? This LTE. I don't think I even can go too far with writing this text. Unless this text gets so long that it surpasses the 1GB storage limit of Neocities. In which case, I'll need to upgrade to Supporter in order to get a 50GB storage limit. But what if the text gets so long that is surpasses that? I don't think I'll ever make it there. I mean, 50GB is about 50 trillion characters. So I think we're good. I still need to get to 10,000 by the end of today. I've got 1,500 to go. Currently watching a livestream. It's reminding me of when I used to livestream back in 2016. I still kinda miss those days. But at the same time, I was quite awkward and had zero social skills, so I'm not sure if I'd want to go back. At this point, everything I've written today is longer than what can fit on the screen at once. At least on my computer screen. It probably changes with different screen resolutions and devices. But anyways, it's pretty unusual for that much of the LTE to be written in a single day. I don't want to pressure myself into writing this much every day, though. Last time I forced myself to complete a certain amount of something every day, it was overwhelming and I ended up losing motivation, thus letting down all my fans who were anticipating the August 30th, 2016 release date. Okay, the amount of eager fans was probably a number you could count on one hand, but still. By the way, if you're wondering what this "something" was, it was GoAnimated Garbage: The Movie, which was supposed to be an hour long episode of a series I made to make fun of random GoAnimate videos. In case you're not the type of person who knows what GoAnimate is... hoo boy. Basically, it's a drag-and-drop animation website infamous for the "grounded videos" that people made with it, among other types of videos. It's this whole community that I neither can explain nor want to explain. But I had somewhat of an association with that community back in the day. On my YouTube channel, I used to make a genre of GoAnimate video known as the "OS video". Typically an OS video is where some sort of hated character within the GoAnimate community forcefully installs their operating system onto a user's computer, and the user has to deal with this OS until they eventually find a way to "destroy" it. I made five of these videos. In chronological order: Caillou OS, Boots OS, Franklin OS, Little Bill OS, and Crap OS X. Caillou OS is the most viewed video on my main channel, which is unsurprising since Caillou is pretty much THE character associated with the GoAnimate community. When I made that video, it was a big transition for my channel. The channel's name was changed from Infinite Budgets, which had been my name since 2013 when I made crappy Roblox videos, to Allisima. All of my old videos were deleted, with the exception of my "Barney Errors", which was yet another genre of GoAnimate video. Basically, a Barney error is when a user's computer/console/whatever session is interrupted by a "Barney Error", a message informing the user that Barney has been killed, and the device must not be turned off because it's an "important message". There's also a bomb that's placed in Barney's "lair", the timer for which is displayed in the error. The user gets some amount of "chances", and every time the device is turned off, the user looses a chance and the time until the bomb explodes decreases. Eventually, the user turns off the computer enough times that there are no more chances left, the bomb explodes, and some sort of punishment happens. These punishments can range from having to downgrade your operating system, to having your computer destroyed, and in extreme cases, even to death. I once made a whole channel for Barney Errors, where I made about twenty of them before quitting. After that, I eventually quit GoAnimate all together, but I still made Crap OS X, an OS video made with Powerpoint. I also made an interactive OS parody called Windows Poop Editon, again with Powerpoint. Before that, I also made one called "Atch OS" using my old Windows XP netbook. I just checked to see if my old Weebly website still exists, since there's an Atch OS download on there and I wanted to see if it dissapeared from existence or not. Appearantly it does! I'm getting so much nostalgia from this website. It's like a window into 2016, when I had fun making these videos on a regular basis. I'm way past my 10,000 character goal now. I'm kinda glad I set this goal, but again, I'm not gonna force myself to do it everyday. I think I'm gonna stop writing for today. Bye! Hey, I'm back. Yes, that hello wasn't original either, since I already said it once. Specifically, after my sister seized the LTE and started spamming. You remember that, right? I hope you read through this whole thing instead of just picking a random part (which just happened to be this part) and reading only a tiny bit. Nah, I'm just kidding. Read this text however you want to, it doesn't matter if you read this entire text from start to finish or not. I mean, I did put some cringy stuff in here, as I keep mentioning. But it's on the Internet, and since recently, on my homepage, so I know people are gonna read it. Really the only reason I'm making this is because I have a weird obsession for writing giant walls of text. Guess what? I just added translations of this LTE into various conlangs on my website! But they're all very incomplete, and I probably won't finish them ever... I mean, if I'm gonna finish any of them, 'twill probably be the Viesa translation since it's the easiest to do. Hey, 'twill's back! I remember the very beginnings of this LTE, when I first mentioned 'twill. That was 40,000 characters ago. Appearantly I'm measuring time with characters now. Hey, what's the average amount of text I write per day in this LTE? The four month gap probably significantly drops that amount. Let's see! The trouble is finding out when I started writing this LTE, because I don't know the exact date. I'm just gonna estimate that it was March 12, based on the amount of times I said goodnight before I said "Happy Pi Day". It's not a very accurate measurement, though, because sometimes I stop writing for the day without saying goodnight. But anyways, from March 12 to today, July 16, is 127 days. As of that previous sentence, there are 42,549 characters in this LTE. 42,549 characters divided by 127 days equals about 335 characters per day. That's not very much at all. To get an idea of how short that is, the first 335 characters of this LTE consist of about 64 words and 8 sentences. As I predicted, the four months of no activity had a big impact on this number. But what if we ignore the 4 month gap, which was from March 15 to July 9, I've only been working on this LTE for ten days. 42,549 characters divided by 10 days is about 4254 characters. That's much better. It might be that big because of the 12,600 characters I wrote yesterday. I said I wouldn't do it every day, but honestly, I'm feeling like doing a goal again today. I think I might even go a bit higher than yesterday. Let's do 15,000 characters! I have zero life outside of this LTE, anyways, so I think I'll make it. As long as I keep typing about random stuff for the entire day, I'll probably get past 15,000 easily. I think I'm insane. Literally all I do anymore is write this LTE. My mom is almost certainly concered for me, because I was in my room pretty much all of yesterday and my sister told her about how I'm trying to write the longest text ever. But enough about my descent into insanity for now. Let's get this LTE to over 55,000 characters today! This is probably the most meta LTE in existence. Like I've said, I talk about the LTE itself as much, if not more than anything else. By the way, if I were to write as much as I did yesterday every day, I would reach my goal in just 15 days. Now I'm tempted to do that, even though I said I wouldn't set a goal like that every day. I think I might end up doing it subconciously. I kinda wanna convince some other people I know online to start their own LTE. Wouldn't it be fun if we all had our own LTEs? They would probably all die within a day, but at least I wouldn't be the only one writing an LTE in 2019... The most recently updated LTE I've seen is the RainbowFluffySheep LTE, which I believe was last updated in late 2018. That wasn't really that long ago, but still, I don't think it's being updated anymore. Now let's do an LTE Timeline! The original FlamingChickens LTE was probably started sometime in 2004, and Hermnerps was started the same year. The FlamingChickens LTE stopped in 2005, while the Hermnerps LTE actually lived on until 2009, although edits after the end of 2004 were rather sparce. The Kenneth Iman LTE was started in 2013 and was last updated in 2015. The RainbowFluffySheep LTE both started and was last updated in March 2018. And of course, the WhileTrue LTE was started in March 2019 and is still being updated today. Wow, 15 years of LTEs! I think my LTE is the only one still being updated. It would be nice if someone else was writing their own LTE along with me. But 'twill be hard to convince other people to waste their lives writing a useless wall of text. You never know, maybe an LTE that stopped being edited years ago will come back from the dead. That seems kind of unlikely though. Very strange fact incoming. A certain word has not been used since the very beginning of this text. Ready to learn what it is? I shouldn't tell you, actually. Of course, that would ruin it. Unless you want me to ruin a really cool fact. Surely you wouldn't want that to happen. Okay, I'll just tell you, because I'm probably gonna end up using it again someday or another. The word is "various". If you search for "various" in this LTE, you'll only find it at the very beginning as well as here. And I was gonna keep this a secret, but just now I did this thing where if you take the first letter of each sentence, it spells out "VARIOUS". Kinda clever... I guess? Anyways, for those who are insane enough to be reading this entire thing from the start Wow, you have quite the dedication. My LTE isn't even the longest yet, but perhaps in the future, when it is the longest, people will be challenging themselves to read the entire thing. And maybe you're one of them! Perhaps you're reading this long after I've passed my goal, in which case you still have quite a bit to go. So I wish you luck on your Longest Text Ever reading adventure! I've been talking about LTEs all day. For the past 6,000 characters, in fact. I need to find something different to talk about. But first, I just had an idea pertaining LTEs. I should compare this LTE to the longest joke in the world! The longest joke in the world is 56,554 characters long, which is about how long I'm trying to get this LTE by the end of today. So if I reach my goal today, this text will be longer than the longest joke in the world! That's pretty cool. I would also be a quarter of the way to my goal. But let's get back to finding something different to talk about. I can't think of anything. My sister is singing a song about wanting Subway. I will never understand her. What goes through her brain that makes her decide "Yeah, I think it would be a good idea to sing about how I really want Subway"? I don't get how her brain works. She also likes eating paper. I asked her and appearantly she was perfectly okay with me writing that in here. She probably thinks nobody's ever gonna read this. But she's gonna be wrong! Eventually. Now she's asking me to write about how she likes yogurt. "Because I didn't used to", she says. She's eating mango yogurt, and she has water in a Gatorade bottle. Now I'm asking her what else I should put in this text. She says I should write about how there's wild sage where we live. Now she's having hot chocolate. She didn't ask me to write that, but I told her I was going to write it and she said okay. My sister might start her own Longest Text Ever, again. She says it will have only one word repeated throughout the entire text. But I told her that it defeats the purpose of an LTE. In the original FlamingChickens LTE, one of the very first things that is written is "I will just type, and type, and never, ever use copy and paste". Okay, I just made a webpage for her LTE (it's gonna be an actual LTE this time). Stay tuned for "The Best Longest Text Ever", as she calls it. I think it should have just been called "KKs Longest Text Ever" or something, but whatever. She types really slow, but I hope her LTE will be successful nonetheless. Warning: if you do go and read her LTE, she spoils Spiderman: Far From Home at the very beginning, so be careful about that. In fact, she's basically typing the entire plot of the movie. Well, that's one way to increase your LTE's length, I guess. My sister is listening to her terrible songs instead of writing her LTE. Well, she has her LTE page open, but she's not writing anything and is singing instead. Actually, she's writing stuff now, so ignore everything I said previously. She's still writing the entire plot. Her LTE is now 2,000 characters, which isn't very long, but she's only been working on it for an hour. Plus she's a slow typer. She types everything with one hand. It might take a while for her LTE to get to this level. But assuming she keeps writing it and doesn't forget about it after today, it'll get pretty long eventually. I still need to write 7,000 characters today. My sister is watching a cringy video made by our old elementary school. They became a French immersion school after I left. She found one of the videos I was in... oh god, I can't stand to look at that video. It hurts me to think about those days. My sister's LTE webpage has text now! Maybe I should create a page linking to all the LTEs I know about. I think I'll do that. Boom, it is done. I think I'm gonna also put a link to it on this page. There, that's done as well. Guys, I'm not sure if I'm gonna make it to 15,000. I still have 5,000 characters to go (I was completely off earlier, I don't have 7,000 left to go), and there's not much left of the day. In retrospect, it was probably a bad idea to make a goal for the day in the first place. After all, LTE writing is supposed to be fun! Sort of. There's zero need to make unneccesary deadlines. I think it just reduces the fun, as well as the part of my life that isn't just writing huge walls of text. From here on out, I declare character-per-day goals abolished. I will no longer make attempts to write a certain amount in a single day. I should have listened to my past self, who said not to do goals every day. But I didn't, and now I regret it. But anyways, here's a fun fact about this LTE: excluding my upcoming usage, the pronoun "he" is only used twice in this LTE, and they both refer to my dad. On the other hand, the pronoun "she" is used forty times! Almost all of these refer to my sister. Only one refers to my mom. I guess I just really like talking about the weird stuff my sister does. But not as much as being meta and talking about my own LTE. Here's another fun fact: "LTE" is the fourteenth most common word in this text! That's insane. It's more common than words you'd expect to be common, like "you", "I'm", "for", "be", "about", "was", and so on. I really need to talk about other things once in a while. But since I have zero creativity, I always resort to talking about the same topics. From what I've seen, most other LTEs are pretty diverse, but mine isn't at all. Honestly, this is likely the most boring LTE to read. But my absolute lack of creativity means it's probably gonna stay that way for a long time. I'm tired, so I'm gonna go to sleep. Maybe I'll be more creative by tomorrow. Probably not. Anyways, goodnight. Hey, I'm back, and I don't feel any more creative. But I did have a dream last night, so I'm gonna talk about that. Last night, I dreamt that I was in one of our old houses, and I saw that someone made a video roasting Viesa. They talked about how you shouldn't say "dog" in Viesa, because appearantly "deeg" is bad or something? I don't know. Then they said the rule where W becomes V is weird, but I don't remember the reason they said it. I didn't really care about how they roasted my language. Then I watched a Minecraft video for whatever reason, and then the dream ended. How do other LTE writers have so many topics to talk about? All I ever talk about is either LTEs themselves, or the fact that all I ever talk about is LTEs. There's no diversity. I very rarely talk about anything else. And when I do, it's usually about languages and lasts only a few sentences. There, I deleted it. Oh, you don't have any context. Basically I wrote a bunch of depressing stuff, then I decided to delete it all. I knew I was going to regret it later, in the same way I regret writing all that stuff about furries. Not that I think there's anything wrong with being a furry, it's just that it personally makes me uncomfortable looking back on it. I'm not even into that stuff as much anymore. I don't watch furry YouTube, and I don't talk about how much I want a fursuit/go to a convention. That's a part of me that's slowly disappearing. Okay, I'm gonna stop talking about that, because I literally just said how I regret talking about it in this text. You know, I've been feeling kind of down about this LTE lately, because as I just mentioned, all I ever talk about is this LTE itself, there's no diversity, blah blah blah. It's especially been like that ever since the four month gap. In fact, I barely talked about LTEs before that gap. It's like I lost all my creativity after four months. You know what? I'm officially gonna say this: If, for some reason, you are reading this before you decide you want to start reading this entire text, READ EVERYTHING FROM "WOW, IT HAS BEEN A WHILE" TO HERE AT YOUR OWN RISK, BECAUSE YOU WILL LIKELY DIE OF BOREDOM DUE TO THE MONOTONOUS TOPICS! There, now I'm gonna try and forget that half this LTE is the same exact boring topic. I will also try to avoid writing about the same exact boring topic for the rest of this text. Let's celebrate the End of Monotonous Topics (EMT) by talking about how we (my sister and I) had lunch and did various other things with our grandpa! So grandpa asked if we wanted to have lunch and spend an afternoon with him, and we said yes. Then he picked us up, and we went to a nearby town where we had lunch, went to a museum which was a house built in 1909 as well as the town's first hospital, and got ice cream from what is appearently one of the best ice cream places in the country, according to grandpa. So today was a fun day. I'm gonna go now. Bye! Hey, I'm back. That's the fifth time I've said that. I need to come up with more original... nah, whatever. Anyways, I had a dream last night which was basically a whole movie I don't remember most of. All I remember is playing a keyboard at the store for some reason, and that the dream ended with a random car horn. Oh, and there was Minecraft involved in the beginning, which I'm pretty sure is becoming a recurring theme in my dreams. I don't know why that happened, because I rarely play Minecraft anymore. Do any of y'all remember the DVD screensaver meme? That was one of my favorite memes. For those who don't know what I'm talking about, many DVD players had this screensaver where it was a DVD logo bouncing around the screen. The big moment that everyone anticipates is when the logo hits the corner of the screen perfectly, because, well, it's just so SATISFYING! I used to watch a livestream that was literally just this screensaver running endlessly. And when it hit the corner, it was a huge celebration for both me and everyone else watching. I got so excited when the logo hit the corner. My computer's screensaver is even still a DVD screensaver. But nowadays when I see it hit the corner, I don't have as much enthusiasm as I used to. I've just seen it too many times for it to be exciting anymore. Plus, the meme isn't even a thing anymore. I doubt that livestream is even still running. But you never know, so I'm gonna check to see if it's still going. Oh wow, it is! That was the last thing I expected to see in July 2019. But only four people are watching it, which makes sense. The title now says "DVD Logo Screensaver For 1 Year", even though it hasn't quite been going on for a year. But when it hits that point, perhaps that's when it will finally end? It should have ended months ago, if you ask me. Yup, I was right. There's a countdown on the livestream to when it ends, and it says 181 days, 9 hours, 12 minutes, and 3 seconds. Wow, the corner hit and wall hit numbers are much bigger now. The most corner hits I'd seen is around 1400 or so, but now it's at 4776! The wall hits used to be in the hundred-thousands, now it's at over two and a half million! Hello, I have returned. There, I came up with something original to say! Anyways, I just combined every single LTE I know of (including this one) and put it onto one single page on a Wikia wiki called "No Rules Wiki". That wiki exactly as you would expect from the title. I found it a while ago, and I thought it was about time I made a contribution, even if pasting over half a million characters into a single article is breaking some rule... I've been wanting to make Viesa an actual conlang for so long now. I think it's long overdue at this point. Hey, I'm back again. These sections are getting shorter and shorter each day. But oh well. I just discovered how much I like the word "number". I don't know why, but it's just so fun to say! I think I've liked that word ever since I was a toddler learning my numbers! I remember thinking it was a fun word even back then. At that time I had two little electronic toys: one was orange and for numbers, and one was purple and for letters. I'm pretty sure those were the colors. I also vaguely remember having a fan that lit up and displayed custom messages. I haven't seen anything like that since then. All I hear right now is Baby Shark being blasted upstairs. You know that song, right? I don't know who doesn't know it at this point. I can't think of a single person I've seen that doesn't know what that song is. Dang, ever since the EMT I haven't been writing as much in this text. Looks like LTEs were all I could talk about. Oh well. How many times have I said "oh well"? Probably a lot. About eight times, in fact. I'm back again. I went a full day without writing anything into this LTE yesterday! There were a lot of things happening that day, so I didn't feel like writing. I could've written at least a little bit, but I didn't. Time for me to use this LTE as my dream journal yet again! I had a dream where my domain was "exin" (or something like that) instead of "whiletrue", so that was a thing. I also had a dream where there was this game that I thought existed in the real world, but it didn't. Dreams do that sometimes. I don't remember much about the game, but it involved the Simpsons, I guess? Also, I was in a weird store where they had an... iCarly laptop? And a bunch of gift cards. That's all I remember. For now, at least. My sister does not like synthwave. She says "it's repetitive", "the sounds they use don't sound like music", and she doesn't like how it doesn't have lyrics. First of all, she's hypocritical because she always listens to the same songs on repeat. And why does it matter that it doesn't have words? Why does she think every single piece of music in existence has to have words? YOU BETTER WATCH YOUR OPINIONS THERE! (That was a reference to a cringy GoAnimator that no one reading this will get, unless you came to this website from my YouTube channel which you subscribed to during my OS video days). Anyways, synthwave is objectively the best genre of music. I remember hearing HOME - Resonance for the first time in a Discord voice chat, and it was magical. I wish I could listen to that song for the first time again. That was how I got into synthwave. You know what my favorite color combination is? Yellow text on a magenta background. Oh, and don't forget the Comic Sans. That is just pure beauty right there. In fact, it's used in the first frame (well, close enough) of "history of the entire world, i guess", which makes me love that video even more. We're at 60,000 characters, 1,000 sentences, and 12,000 words! Weird how all those counts hit such round numbers in one day, huh? I need to stick to the EMT, so I should stop talking about that. My sister is attempting to build a Lego city. Her goal is to have three buildings, since she doesn't have THAT much Lego. Have you noticed how quickly I've been switching topics in this text? That's because I can't talk about anything for a long time. That is, unless that thing is languages or LTEs. I am currently trying to revive a language my sister and I started making a while back. Sometimes my sister has days when she doesn't hate languages for some reason, then she ends up starting one. But of course, she regained her hate and abandoned it. Now I'm the only one working on the language. By the way, the language is called Lazay, which was the successor to Zula, the first language we made together which is now deleted. We started writing the language on paper, but then I started a Google Doc. I'm sure the papers are still here somewhere. I'm just too lazy to find them. I’m back again. I haven’t been ending these sections with goodbyes recently. But whatever. We’re on our way to IKEA to get a dresser for my room. We’re listening to Queens of the Stone Age right now, and I’m just waiting for “Fortress” to come on. I sing that song in Viesa, but I make up half of the lyrics. It goes: Ванавар јак фиртрас кува, ма башег ђара, ја сок. Try and translate that! The song is playing now. I like this song. We’re back from IKEA now. Actually, we’ve been home for hours now, and we’ve already built the dresser. My computer crashed (but don’t worry, I started writing this in Google Docs on my phone), and now Google Chrome won’t open. So I have to use Microsoft Edge for now. I’m gonna sleep now. Goodnight! Hello, I'm back. My sister is brushing my back with a hairbrush, and I don't know why. I asked her what I should write about (because I have zero creativity), and she said I should write about that. I'm gonna type whatever comes to my head now. Hi, I'm a boring human being who has zero creativity whatsoever and still happens to be writing an LTE. Isn't that insane? How could this be? Nobody knows, and nobody will ever know. It is a strange mystery that has yet to be solved. Hmm, I wonder if I should go and eat pancakes now? I'm so random right now. In fact, there's an entire subreddit for that: r/iamsorandom. You should check it out! I mean, you don't really have to, but it would be nice if you did. I use Reddit a lot, but I only use it for language-related stuff. Well, I make posts in language-related subreddits, but the non-language subs that I look at are ones that I don't post anything to, because I know nothing about literally anything that isn't languages. And heck, I don't even know much about languages! I only make English codes and call them "conlangs". Sort of. I usually don't actually call them conlangs, but I use them for such purposes. I speak Viesa as if it were a real language, but it simply is not. Why did I make Viesa in the first place? Well, you see, it all started out as a joke for April Fools' Day. I called it "the new universal language", despite it literally being a cipher of English. What!? A cipher of English being a universal language? How silly! What a funny joke, right? Maybe? Somewhat? Anyways, I then made a SECOND VERSION! DUN DUN DUN! This second version had CLICKY SOUNDS which, spoiler alert, dissapear in the next version of Viesa. Sad, right? RIP CLICKS 2018-2018 NEVER FORGET! I also added WACKY GRAMMAR STUFF and PRONOUNS! WOAH! How crazy! Then I made the next version: VERSION 3.0! This version added CYRILLIC! (you know, that alphabet the Russians use, as well as the Serbs, whose version of the Cyrillic alphabet I stole for Viesa. Hehehe!) And that's the entire history of Viesa, explained in a Zany way! Do you like how I capitalized "Zany" there? Aren't capital letters so cool? They let you YELL AND SCREAM AT THE TOP OF YOUR LUNGS! They add EXCITEMENT! And most of all, they let you capitalize words like This. lowercase letters are also cool. without them, we'd all be yelling and screaming all the time. That would be pretty tiring, wouldn't it? I see two water bottles. One is empty, while the other still has some water in it. The empty one is blue, and the one with the water is pink. I should also mention that the blue one is mine, while the pink one is my sister's. I got that water bottle because I lost my other one at school. But GUESS WHAT? I FOUND IT IN THE LOST AND FOUND! Wow! Now I had two water bottles. How Wacky and Crazy and Zany and Bizzare and all those adjectives that perfectly describe this epic moment! Wow, writing your mind is a great way to increase your LTEs length! Before I was actually THINKING about what I was writing. But now I barely do, and it's greatly improving my LTE! Except the overuse of capital letters might throw the reader off guard a little because of how sparingly I've used them in the past, but oh well. I could fix it, but I don't feel like it. I want to continue writing, but I need to sleep now. Goodnight! Hi, I'm back again. My computer crashed AGAIN, and I was ignorant enough to not save my work, so that means I have to start this part of the text all over again. That's quite unfortunate. But did I mention that my Google Chrome is working again? That's the good news. It's good news because Google Chrome has all my logins, websites, and stuff like that. Hopefully you know what I mean when I say that. Maybe you do, maybe you don't. I don't even know what I mean right now! I'm probably insane right now. Especially since I'm writing this right now, as I have been for about 18 days minus the four month gap... I think. I hope I did that right. As I've said before, I'm bad at math. My sister just read the entirety of what I've written today for some reason. My sister just sang "I want your computer to crash again because I'm evil". She IS evil if she wants my computer to crash. At least I'll have this section saved. In fact, right now I'm pressing Ctrl+S after every sentence! Including this one. And this one. Also this one. I think you get the point now. My sister keeps typing into this LTE without my consent, and I keep having to delete it all. It's pretty annoying. Hey, flashback to when I said that way at the beginning of this text! You know, the part where I talk about the Teen Titans Go episode called "Waffles" where the word "Waffles" is said a hundred-something times. You know what else is said a hundred something times (in this LTE)? The letter J. So far it's been used 115 times in this LTE. That's your Interesting LTE Fact of the Day! Well, not really "daily", but whatever. Here's a story: Once upon a time, people got tired of starting off their stories with "Once upon a time", so they stopped doing that. But one person decided not to stop using "Once upon a time", and used it at the beginning of this story. And that person is ME! The end. Wasn't that a lovely story? You're probably not thinking that. Again, I'm not creative in any way whatsoever. That's why I don't usually write stories and instead write giant walls of text full of meaningless information, like the one and only WhileTrue's Longest Text Ever that you're reading right now. Hopefully nobody died of boredom from reading between "Wow, it has been a while" and the EMT. That's the most boring part of the LTE! 90% of it is just me talking about LTEs themselves. How uninteresting is that? Very uninteresting. Penguins. What are they? I don't know. What am I even writing right now? I haven't a clue. Isn't it weird that I said "haven't a clue" like that? Normally "haven't" isn't used if it's alone as a verb, as in "I haven't my keys". Who says that? Nobody, that's who. And yet "I haven't a clue" is an actual thing I've heard people say. Anyways, AFRICA! That was random, but let's discuss it anyway. Africa is a well-known song by Toto. It's a good song. I can kinda sorta play it on piano? Maybe? I don't know. Another song I can play on the piano is All Star by Smash Mouth. You know, the Shrek song? Anyways, I once made a video called "All Star but it's played on a Sesame Street piano" and it got almost a million views. It's been stuck at 900,000 for what seems like forever now. I'm gonna check to see if it's at a million now. I doubt it, though. Nope, still at 926,000 views. And I doubt it's gonna get any more, to be honest. It had a good run though. My sister is chugging applesauce. She thinks she's epic because of it. I don't know anymore. I seem to keep saying that after everything I type at this point. It's strange. Hello, I have returned after yet another long absence. When was the last time I added to this? I think it was somewhere in July. So yeah, it’s been three months, as it is now October 17, 2019. The end of the decade is approaching fast. I’m a bit excited, because I’ll have significant memories from more than just one decade! My earliest significant memories started in Kindergarden, which was in 2010. This means that I only really remember one decade. But now that an entirely new decade is coming up, I’ll be able to remember another! Part of me feels like I shouldn’t be excited over this, since the boundaries between years is arbitrary, and a decade is 10 years only because we count in base 10, so if we counted in base 12 or something, a decade would be 12 years long. That was kind of a run-on sentence, but I don’t really feel like making this text perfect, anyway. Have you heard of the Library of Babel? libraryofbabel.info is a website containing every possible combination of the lowercase letters a-z, space, comma, and period. The library is divided into hexagonal chambers. Each hex contains four walls. Each wall contains three shelves. Each shelf contains 32 volumes. Each volume contains 410 pages of 3200 characters each. Everything you could ever say or write is on this website. Even this LTE! See for yourself: https://libraryofbabel.info/bookmark.cgi?lte. Okay, that’s only the first bit of it, but every other bit of this LTE is somewhere in the library! In fact, here’s the next bit: https://libraryofbabel.info/bookmark.cgi?lte:1. It’s split up into about 20 different pages. I don’t feel like putting links to all of them here. It also removes punctuation that the library doesn’t use, like the exclamation point, question mark, colon, and so on. But it’s pretty mind-blowing stuff, if you ask me. If you try and browse the library yourself though, you probably won’t find much more than total gibberish. It’s crazy to think that everything we could ever possibly say or write is massively outweighed by meaningless strings of letters and punctuation.

[mytastessuck]

Gorillaz: Gorillaz (2001)

The history of my relationship is a long one...but I don’t like explaining stuff so I’ll keep it brief. I became a fan of the band when I saw a premiere of the “Clint Eastwood” video on Toonami. This could be attributed to the fact that I loved cartoons and I didn’t know there was a bunch of animated music videos back then. But there are. There are a like a ton of animated music videos. Even back then. Even before back then. Did you know one won an Oscar? It was by Tom Waits. Surprised? You shouldn’t be. We’ll get to him later. Anyway, I heard a couple more songs from them around this era but I couldn’t get into them because I was young, stupid and had no money. It actually wasn’t till around the Demon Days era (Phase 2 for us in the know) that I managed to get a hold of this album. My dad is also a fan of this band and gave a special edition version of this album. Thanks to that gesture, I really got back into Gorillaz in a huge way. Looking up lyrics, lore and cameos (these guys did a song with D12. For 9/11. Is The Rap Critic’s Patreon still open? I got a request to make...). 

We can get into more details later. Right now, I am going to rate every single song on Gorillaz (2001) US Deluxe Edition. 1. Rehash A nice breezy way to start off the album. Although, to be honest, if you picked this CD up and put it in a player after seeing of Gorillaz’ released singles, you’ll most likely be going, “Did I get the right disc?”. Still, that’s the reason I love the band. They can go into any genre and there is still something there that sounds like them. This song is pretty cool. 

Song Score: 8/10

2. 5/4

Now this is what I’m talking about. Classic British Alternative: Uncommon time, indecipherable lyrics, disgust when you figure out what the lyrics are actually saying and a sick bass. This song right here? It justifies the purchase of the whole album. It’s nasty and it’s cool, like Peanut Butter water ice.

Song Score: 10/10

3. Tomorrow Comes Today

Oh my lord, this song. I always have a soft spot for songs that I can pretend I was deep to back in the day. Very slow, very contemplative, very moody...just like a young me. It’s good that they made this their first single because it really showed up what they were capable of.

Song Score: 9/10

4. New Genius (Brother)

Ooooo...spooky. This song is pretty nice for a dark atmosphere and recommended for singing in a bar by with smoking patrons. Also nice of Gorillaz to give us the Stranger Danger spiel without sounding completely lame about it.

Song Score: 8/10

5. Clint Eastwood

AWWW SHIT MUTHAFUCKERS, HERE WE GO! This is the song that I obsessed over for a decade of my life. I sucked the entire life out of this song to the point that I skip over it in some playlists because it has nothing left to offer me. Still, I objectively love this song and I appreciate it for introducing to this band and for introducing me to Del Tha Funkee Homosapien. Seriously, how was I supposed to live the rest of my life without knowing a guy was capable of bars like that? This song fucks.

Song Score: 10/10

6. Man Research (Clapper)

I think I can blame this song for me getting into Electronica at a later age. High-pitched voices, nice beats, the feeling that I’m in a lab watching people being experimented on...everything a good track needs. This song was really fun to sing out loud to myself when I was younger. Probably one of the things that made my neighbors call my sanity into question.

Song Score: 10/10

7. Punk

Fuck yeah. Gorillaz was slaughtering some bands before they even got of their crib with tribute to the genre. Don’t bother with the lyrics because the words just basically become another instrument on this track and boy are the instruments on their loudest display here. I can only hear a dude telling his mom to shut up on it anyway.

Song Score: 9/10

8. Sound Check (Gravity)

Gotta admit, didn’t really appreciate this song when I was younger. It felt like the pieces were there but it didn’t come together into something of substance. Now that I’m older, I...am still of the same opinion. I like the breakdown but I feel like the high-pitched voice has been played out at this point in the album.

Song Score 7/10

9. Double Bass

Ah, an instrumental. Probably one of the first ones I listened to on repeat. I love the string work on this and the accompanying beats. Really good music to chill to...if you ignore that one line.

Song Score: 9/10

10. Rock The House

Hey, it’s our old friend Del! I was pleasantly surprised to see him on another track, kicking ass to a set of nice pan flutes. Man, this song ruled. But I can only listen to the album version. The music video version censors ass crack. Ass crack! How conservative can you get?! Luckily, Gorillaz never ran into this problem again.

Song Score: 10/10

11. 19-2000

I remember this album being the first time I heard the original version of this song instead of the Soulchild Remix. Obviously, I had to prefer this version because the original version is always the best. At least, that’s the way I thought back then. Nowadays...

THEY BOTH SOUND NICE!

But I do have a special place in my heart for this song. I like the woman in the background. Adds an ethereal quality to the song.

Song Score: 9/10

12. Latin Simone (Que Pasa Condigo?)

The first time I heard this, I was like, “Why is this song in Spanish?” This is because I listened to the G Sides album first (more on that next week). But the more I listened, the more I preferred it to the English version. This guy sings like he’s before an auditorium and he wants the people outside to hear him. Funny story: I tried to play this song for my Spanish class but my speakers didn’t work for them to hear it. Sucks for them.

Song Score: 11/10

13. Starshine

This is probably my least favorite song on the album. Just melancholy for the sake of melancholy. Kind of bothers me how there’s no substance to it I can find...nice instrumental though.

Song Score: 6/10

14. Slow Country

My second least favorite song on the album. Usually I like discordant noises in a song but the amateur piano with the honks...don’t really do it for me. Nice mumbling at the end though. Never change, Damon.

Song Score: 7/10

15. M1A1

I remember the first time I watched Day of the Dead and during the beginning I kept going, “WHEN THE GUITAR COME IN?!”. I know, I know, I’m hilarious. Especially when I’m by myself. But seriously, not even factoring in nostalgia, this is the best track on the album. Great song, great singing, awesome fucking solo. The only thing better than M1A1 on this album is M1A1 live.

Song Score: 12/10

16. Dracula

You know that when I heard the sound bite from this track, I thought it was from the original movie? It’s not. It’s from fucking Looney Tunes. Damn. Egg on my face. Anyway, I love the goofiness of this track. It tries to sound dark and scary but it’s like that nice goth kid in your class who always pick Edgar Allan Poe as his Powerpoint topic. Good kid, great song.

Song Score: 8/10

17. Left Hand Suzuki Method

FEEL THE IMPACT

And I did. Like a wise man once said, I don’t need drugs to enjoy this track, just to enhance my enjoyment of it. And you know what? I don’t want to enhance it. This shit sounds good by itself. See, Slow Country? This is how you mix in things that don’t sound good together and make them sound good together. You know what that track needs? Japanese children talking. That improves everything.

Song Score: 9/10

18. 19-2000 (Soulchild remix)

And the head honcho themself, one of the first Gorillaz songs I listened to. Man, this shit slaps like Dave Grohl in a Michael Gondry video. Whenever I heard this song when I was a kid, I was thinking about it all week. It just sounds so sunny, so uplifting, like something you should be listening to on an amusement park ride. Fuck, this track is tight.

Song Score: 10/10

19. Clint Eastwood (Ed Case and Sweetie Irie remix)

...

...Is it too late to change my least favorite track on the album choice yet?

Okay, Slow Country was on the original album so it can keep its title. This track is the worst track of all the bonus ones. It’s just...they were onto something with the breakdown but the goofy reggae singing and the way too fast to enjoy beat? Just rubs me the wrong way. Ugh, and now I’m thinking of Laika already...

Song Score: 5/10

Album Score: 8.8/10

Join me next week as I review G-Sides. It’s gonna resemble fun!

[heartjwi]

black magic ☞ nct dream

GENRE | fluff ! nct dream x reader

THEME | witch!au

DISCLAIMER | insp. from black magic by little mix

SUMMARY | 6 boys happen to find a magical book in the middle of the library and promised each other they would only use their powers for the greater good.

A/N | first work here on my new blog heheheeheh also my entry for spooktober! + mentions of bullying!

once upon a time

soooo

theres this specific group of kids in high school right

they’re kinda known as the nobodies in general

literally because they don’t talk to anyone outside their friend group

which makes the popular kids pick on them since they’re easy targets n such

their names were: renjun, jeno, donghyuck, jaemin, chenle and jisung

the 4 of them consisted of seniors

and one of the two were either a sophomore and a junior

there have been multiple occasions during lunch where the bullies would purposely stick their feet out when they were walking in their direction

causing them to trip and drop their food trays :-(

if it wasn’t for donghyuck’s snarky attitude, they would’ve been the laughing stock of the school

despite that, the bullies made it their mission to give their life a living hell

the bullies would pull pranks on them

till their youngest had enough

jisung surprisingly towered majority of the bullies and confronted them

“h-hey!” jisung stutters

which made renjun, jeno, jaemin facepalmed

donghyuck was too busy distracting chenle who was sweating and shaking too much

“guys look pipsqueak is trying to say something!” one of the bullies announces to their group

renjun was getting angrier by the minute just watching the bullies poke fun on jisung

“stop making fun of us, it’s not funny anymore” jisung tells the group, his deep voice surprising everyone

“make us, pipsqueak” the group leader pokes a finger on jisung’s chest making him walk backwards

renjun got fed up watching everyone laugh at them and runs up to the leader

“dude what are you doing!” jeno panicks, pulling his sleeve a little bit too late

“hey” renjun grabs the leader’s shoulder

“wha-”

before the leader could finish his sentence, renjun punches him square at the jaw

sending the leader to fall down on the floor

“what the fuck”

and everyone swings

sending both groups to detention

“maybe if one of us just kept our hands to ourselves, this wouldn’t have happened” jaemin smiles sarcastically at his friends

renjun grumbles and turned his back on jaemin

“hyung, renjun hyung had to do something” chenle speaks up

“not gonna lie, that was pretty bad ass coming from him” donghyuck laughs, patting renjun at the back

it could be seen that renjun was trying to contain his smile 

but he failed to do so

jeno then walks out of the principal’s office with 6 excuse passes on his hand

“the principal says we’re good kids but that doesn’t mean he’d let us off of the detention we’re serving” jeno starts

the 5 boys sigh in unison 

“but he says unlike the other group, they would be cleaning under the tables in the cafeteria, we are on library duty” jeno finishes

“that’s so boring” donghyuck whines, leaning on chenle

“its better than cleaning dried gum” jaemin flicks his forhead

the boys finally arrive in the library when it was closing time

“i’ll leave the keys here and make sure you lock the doors once you finish okay? i’ll be going now” the librarian smiles and waves goodbye at them

“great now we’re spending our friday night in a damn library” hyuck yells out

“i thought we were having a sleepover today?” jeno asks hyuck who was grabbing the left over books on the tables

“we are. i’m just overreacting” he shrugs

a little after that, the boys start cleaning everything at once

chenle was dusting the books that hasn’t been touched in years

jisung was sweeping the floor

renjun was rearranging the books by order

jaemin was wiping the tables

jeno and donghyuck were on cart duty

suddenly, as chenle was sweeping the bookshelves

a book fell on his head

“ouch!” he yelps, catching the attention of everyone

“you good lele?” jeno comes to his aid

chenle rubs his head, “yeah.. that fell on me” he points at a glowing book just a few feet away from them

“what’s this?” jisung picks up the book

“careful there jisung” jaemin warns him

renjun pushes past everyone to see the book, scanning it back to back

“it’s in latin” he tells everyone

he grabs his phone and opens google translate

“it means magic” hyuck reads his phone out loud

“did we just find a magical book?!” chenle squeals

renjun shushes him and tells everyone to hurry up with their work so they could go home

“guys let’s finish everything now so we can play with this book later, okay? chop chop” renjun orders

fast forward now everything in that library was clean 

the boys are now at hyuck’s place with the book they found in the middle of their circle

“are we gonna become witches?” hyuck giggles

“probably? i mean it does say magic on the front” jeno explains

“ok y’all i can’t wait much longer lets bippity boppity boo this shit! lets all hold hands around it” jaemin grabs jisung and jeno’s hands

and the rest do the same

now the book is glowing again, it was a mix of purple and blue sparkles

the 6 boys start levitating from the ground

hyuck’s things were flying all over the place

and the lights were flickering

the book opens itself and individually gave everyone in the circle their powers

which was telekinesis

and the power to do whatever they want 

basically they can form or do anything their mind tells them to

pretty cool

“this shit is fucking amazing” chenle screams as he made the bed levitate 

“holy fuck” jeno muses as he made a cat appear in the room

“guys i’m gonna set hyuck’s desk on fire!” jisung motions his hand at hyuck’s desk 

and suddenly, it was on fire

“jesus christ dude!” hyuck puts the fire down with his hands

“holy shit.. we’re witches!” the group claps for themselves

after everyone calms down, renjun announces something 

“we should make a pact that we will only use our powers for the greater good” renjun announces,

everyone was listening intently 

“we should make sure that we must not let that ugly group make fun of other people anymore” renjun adds

the boys agreed and went to bed after that

time skip on monday

you were a new student in school

you just moved from a whole different country so you were struggling with korean

and needless to say, you first day was absolutely shit

you were the new laughing stock of the school

especially with your speaking skills

hardly anyone speaks english in your new school

they only know certain phrases and often used body language to tell you shit

which made you a bit sad cause that basically means you didn’t really have friends

it was your second day in and someone vandalised your locker

which made the nearby students stifle in their laughter

to your luck, donghyuck happened to be one of the students nearby

he felt pity towards you

knowing you were a new student

while everyone was busy amongst themselves, 

he used a bit of magic to erase the writing on your locker

after you gathered your stuff, you noticed your locker door was good as new

you looked around if anyone wiped it off but nothing

except for a boy who winked at you and blue and purple sparkles were evident in their eyes

the bell rang and everyone rushed to their classrooms

it was history class and you had a pretest yesterday 

and it was about the history of korea too

meaning you didn’t too well

you had a big, red F on the corner of your test paper

your classmates were again, laughing at you quietly

even hearing some of them muttering “stupid”

you hung your head low and sat down on your chair

next to renjun

renjun felt bad for you and made everyone who made a comment bang their head against the table

seeing what happened to the students, it made you giggle a bit

making renjun smile at you

finally it was lunch time 

you were walking towards an empty lunch table in the middle of the cafeteria

carrying your lunch tray filled with food

suddenly one of the people who were bullying you made you trip

you spilled your food and caused a scene

everyone in the cafeteria watching everything

laughing and taking videos of you

you wanted to cry on the spot

but suddenly you hear spluttering and something smelly hit your nose

you see chenle and jisung helping you up

“sorry for your clothes, noona” jisung helps you up

“i can help!” chenle giggles and suddenly you were in new clothes

“woah how did you do that” you asked, covering your mouth in shock

“it’s a secret” jisung giggles

“ah shit, i have to clean up the mess” you cursed, kneeling down taking the plates you dropped

“no worries, we’ll do it for you” jaemin butts in and just like what chenle did, the mess on the floor disappeared 

you stared at him in shock and he just winks at you making your cheeks flush

and just a few feet away from you four, donghyuck, jeno and renjun were almost punishing the bullies after what they did to you

“WHY DO WE KEEP SHITTING OUR PANTS” one of the bullies cried out, shit coming out of their pants

and there was donghyuck laughing uncontrollably in the background

the leader turned to him and stomped his way over to him despite him shitting his pants

“YOU!” he yelled but he slipped on his own shit

making donghyuck double over laughing

renjun rolls his eyes, “okay playtime’s over, to the closet you fuckers go” he snaps his fingers and in a flash, the bullies got pushed into their own gym lockers, locked inside while being knocked out cold.

the 3 boys run back to you and checks if you have any bruises or cuts on your arms and legs

“i’m alright guys, thank you for defending me” you nervously scratched the back of your neck

“no worries! if they bother you again just call us and we’ll be there to save the day” jeno gives you his infamous eye smile

which was prone to melting hearts heh

“or better yet, why won’t you join us?” renjun invites you to their friend group

“m-me?” you stuttered, pointing to yourself 

everyone nods in unison

“i mean, you do know our little secret so” donghyuck fakes his voice in a serious tone making you scared a bit

“aish hyuck stop you’re scaring her” jaemin smacks his head

“i’ll beat your ass motherfucker-” he tried to scramble towards jaemin but jeno ended up pulling his ear

“ooOOWWW” he screeched holding his now red ear

“shit we forgot to ask her name.. what’s your name?” chenle asks, staring at you intently

“i’m y/n” you say shyly, avoiding eye contact from everyone

renjun, jeno, haechan, jaemin, chenle & jisung look at each other and smiled

“welcome to our group, y/n” they all yell, engulfing you into a hug

the end!

[whereconfusionisarhyme]

First Reactions To Logan’s Playlist

K first song let’s do this

White and Nerdy-Weird Al Yankovic

Wtf this song was definitely Joan’s idea I mean who else would think of ‘White and Nerdy’ for Logan

Is this like canon he listens to this stuff or like songs about him???

Not Perfect-Tim Minchin

TIM MINCHIN

Bo Burnham better be on Logan's playlist

#deep

Is this about the mindpalace/inside of Thomas’ head??? Cause like???? Ouch???? I think????

Lol nvm it’s not sad lmao

I take back my take back it is sad

So this could be literally “in his mind” or it could be figurative and it’s really messing with my funky flow

Streaks-ANIMA!

Cool instrumental

Love the voice sounds a little like MARINA and Regina Spektor

Oh no I’m two lines in and I can tell it’s gonna be sad

OH NO CONFORMITY RELATED ANGST AHHHHH

Wow Logan is just out here being relatable isn’t he smh 😔👊

"Cause you're a smart kid, but you're still a kid" LOGAN REALLY BE OUT HERE BEING RELATABLE ON MAIN

The Elements-Tom Lehrer

Sounds like what piano class would sound like if I took piano class

Something you would listen to in science class

Bop

Medicine-STRFCKR

A Fever You Can't Sweat Out vibes

Lmao nvm

Gonna go look up the lyrics rn brb

A sad bop

Philosophy cool

Human-Tank And The Bangas

Logan playing this to comfort himself because this singer is the only person who has ever told him this

WHO HURT LOGAN WITH THEIR WORDS

LOGAN THE HEART SKIPPING COMMENT ARE YOU OKAY IM GIVING YOU A HUG

GUYS LOGAN IS TRYING TO CONVINCE HIMSELF THAT HE MATTERS IM NOT OKAY

Last???? Relationship???

Okay I'm not a shipper BUT my theorist analysis obsessed brain is just SCREAMING about Roman and Patton

Observation: Logan is probably atheistic and this song covers God a lot. I don't have a conclusion or anything just pointing that out

This woman do be calming tho like yes I'm beautiful yes I'm special thank you

Okay so I already knew Logan wasn't okay but he 100% isn't okay

Fittet Happier-Radiohead

K two words in and I can tell this is gonna be sad here we go

Employees? Or maybe…other sides?

Minor key ok

SELF HARM ISNT OKAY

"WILL NOT CRY IN PUBLIC" NONONONO

So I heard of a good therapist just downtown-

The Watchtower-The Dø

I paused it cause I need a second after the last one

Guys as someone who dissosiates a lot I think Logan might be dissosiating

Dissosiating to protect himself from his emotions

Y'all just trust me in this one

Coming for the TØP brand I see

K ready to start again here we go

Fire beat I'm vibing with it

Is he trying to distance himself from his emotions to try and perform his tasks better like watching from a Watchtower???

This is the first character I've seen that might dissosiate which only means one thing

I'm gonna be projecting an unholy amount in my fanfiction

"No one in particular" hon who hurt you

City Lights=Emotions (which he considers distractions)??? Maybe??

I'm a William Finn fan come on this isn't my first rodeo

Art Is Dead-Bo Burnham

BO BURNHAM I WAS RIGHT

We all love some good Imposter Syndrome (tm)! :D

This gives Learning New Things About Ourselves' a whole new meaning

Ngl this is the first time I heard the degrading of the piano at the end and I'm here for it

In My Mind-Amanda Palmer

Oop we LOVE setting up impossible expectations for yourself to the point you have a cripplingly horrid self esteem! :D

Logan I've done this before and trust me it isn't worth it the mental breakdowns are too taxing

I'll do it when I'm older=I'm never gonna get around to it

I don't wanna be the person I wanna be either

Why do I perfectly understand every lyric am I ok

Live!!! While you!!!! Can!!!!

At least there's a happy ending

Okay so I've decided that once I'm done I'm gonna make a list of songs I think would fit in the playlist

Algorythym-Childish Gambino

K its spelled incorrectly get ready for some metaphors my dudes

Intro is cool definitely very very Logan WOAH OKAY CHAIN SMOKER

Gonna go look up lyrics I don't understand shit

The chorus sounds like Thanksgiving at my Aunt's house where like 100+ African American relatives blast house music and dance until their feet falls off

Nvm no it doesn't

GO OFF

ELPHABA BETTER WATCH OUT CHILDISH GAMBINO IS COMING FOR YOUR BELT

Adlibs are everything

Letter C-Zach Sherwin

This gives off the same vibes as that one pickle video by Charlie Puth

Roman vs Logan rap battle but it's this

I don't really see why this is related but sure

Time Adventure-The Marcus Hedgehog

Nostalgiaaaaaa

Okay Logan has too many songs talking about one (1) person who is it

I have a gut feeling that it's about Thomas and how Logan used to be enough "back then" but now he thinks he's not cause like let's be honest when was the last time someone gave Logan a strong sincere thank you for all that he does????Excluding DWIT (which doesn't really count in my opinion cause they said he was cool, not like an integral and arguably the most important and powerful side) nobody really appreciates Logan???? Hugs???

Anyway plz ignore this is just how my brain works

K next song

The Breach-clipping.

OKAY SLOW DOWN IM GONNA LOOK UP LYRICS

Is this Daveed Diggs???? I haven't listened to Hamilton in like forever is this Daveed Diggs???

LITERALLY PERFECY PARRALLEL TO LOGAN AND THE SIDES

Sound effects

Really just gonna fry my eardrums like that huh

What I Do For U-Ra Ra Riot

Okay scrap anything and everything I said about it being the sides Logan is 100% talking about Character!Thomas

Erase Me-Ben Folds Five

Ooh this intro reminds me of this one particular musical songs but I don't remember which one

Wait have I listened to this before????

I've listened to this before!

Okay I need to stop being distracted

NOOOOOO don't Erase Yourself!!!!

Logan really just do be having no Self Esteem don't he

Okay so theory: Logan didn't pop up in person in the last video because his eyes were too red from crying

I have 0 evidence so it's not a very good theory but…

Just throwing it out there

One More Time with Feeling-Regina Spektor

Oh no it's Regina Spektor

Oh no I'm gonna cry

Okay so Logan doesnt wanna block of all emotion, only permit some to show???? But most of the time block everything????

Did I get that???

Nobody!!!! Thanks!!!! Logan!!!!

Awww he just wants love and recognition

Tbh this sounds a lot like Roman they have so much in common despite their constant arguing

Galaxy Song-Monty Python

Ooh Monty Python

I haven't listened to Monty Python so I sadly don't know the context

Really just dissing all of the other sides aren't we

Can't really blame him tho

Very scientific

"Yeau~"

Sweet with dark undertones. Love it.

Equation-Hans Zimmer

Later I'm gonna check the equations if they're correct XD

Sunrise-In The Heights

!!!!!!

WHO???!!!!!

K to this is one of my favorite love songs ever it's just so sweet and as someone who's bilingual the concept is just amazingly wonderful so yeah I may be freaking out

Also because WHO??!!

Okay I said I wasn't a shipper but let's be honest this is probably about Roman not romantically but like

OR MAYBE JANUS???

IM SO CONFUSED

But Logan is definitely Nina in this situation it just fits so well with her character for the same reasons I really wanna play her (but never will cause I'm exactly 0% Latin American smh) yeah the pressures to be the smartest and then it backfiring horribly and oh God what if Inùtil is also in the playlist ahhhh

Okay moving on

Lifeboat-Heathers

WHAT

NO

NO

CONFORMITY RELATED ANGST LOGAN STOP BEING RELATABLE AHHHH

IS THIS CAPTAIN THOMAS??? THE OTHER SIDES AS A WHOLE??? AN ABSTRACT CONCEPT???

IM NOT OKAY

Bohemian Groove-Will Connolly

Okay I'm still not recovered from the last song but I need to continue or else I'm never gonna finish this playlist

Eeecccchhhhhoooo

Your friends haven't surpassed you Logan you belong with them okay????

Emptiness despite success??? Millennial who???

Vibing with it but also are you okay

Nvm I know the answer already

Hug All Ur Friends-Cavetown

Okay so Logan is a Cavetown gay noted

Self validation??? Who's she???

Lies. You care so much about what other people *sides* think about you

Maybe Logan listens to this song to remind himself to not care too much

But it doesn't work and it's getting to him more and more

Oh

That took a turn

Breathin'-Thomas Sanders

Good move

Don't really have much to say on this

The Bidding

Spoopy

Alchoholic!Logan

New idea for us fan writers

The pronunciation of beurgoise

Okay I'm like pretty certain at this point that all of the songs that mention a someone else is about Character!Thomas

A Better Version

OHMYGOD I LOVE THIS MUSICAL ITS SO UNDERRATED I HAVE LISTENED TO THE SOUNDTRACK AND UNGODLY AMOUNT OF TIMES YESSSSS

But also since I know the song in terrified cause the feels are gonna come in I just know it

Wait so is Jayce supposed to be Thomas???

I am suddenly feeling much more uncertain about my certainty

Okay let me unpause and just listen to it (even though I already know all of the lyrics)

Okay so I'm a dumbass and apparently this song isn't even part of the playlist

Okay so I'm an idiot and the last few songs have all been "related to playlist" and not in the actual playlist I'm big dumb.

Anyway here's my list of songs I think would fit. (BTW, I only went off of lyrics for these ones. I realize that there’s a general sound and vibe for the playlist, but I decided not to follow it.)

Oh No! ~ MARINA

Hug All Ur Friends ~ Cavetown

Bohemian Groove ~ Will Connolly

Guiltless ~ Dodie Clark

Lifeboat ~ Laurens O’Keefe

The Bidding ~ *idk who*

I Am Not A Robot ~ MARINA

Inútil - Lin Manuel Miranda

Through The Eyes Of A Child ~ AURORA

Community Gardens ~ The Scary Jokes

Let me know if I should do this with the other playlists as well! :)

[polygamyff]

56. Part 5

“I was thinking this AirBnB about to be run down, ma’am you have an apartment looking down the damn beach, good morning” hugging Isla “I never said the state of it now, I am not complaining. I am claiming this back from the company so there is that” I chuckled “I don’t expect anything less, I am impressed. This is good, I told you I am awake early. But I was thinking we have breakfast at the hotel, it’s less stressful, and I also called it in, we got a table” walking into her apartment “I don’t mind it, whatever you want to go and do. I have actually some of my other colleagues arriving today, so I don’t need to annoy you all day now” I like this place “how much is this again? And I don’t mind, whatever you want” sitting on the couch “I am just going to finish my hair, I will be with you” nodding my head, I am tired as shit on a real. I didn’t really sleep because I mean how can I sleep, it’s not my place and they was playing music all night so I just stayed awake, Robyn text me like come to the house, sure I will. I gave her the address to Diddy’ home so she can come to the house there, I ain’t about to go there for her to just be an ass about what I did, fuck that “Ally” I answered so quick, I was already playing on my phone “that was too quick, erm. Well, I have some demands from your dad, you need to go to the ballroom. So, he can address some things. Today, and then he said he will meet you for breakfast actually, I don’t know he found out. He’s Marquis, he finds anything out. That is all, also why the hell is your hotel fully booked?” I like to know the same thing “I think, I think anyways. Dad is using it to keep guests in there, I don’t think they are paying, I am going there anyways so I will investigate this, but knowing dad he would have done that” freebies as always “that is fine, I have a room so I don’t care” I laughed “with Jay? Have fun, tell that nigga stop thinking it’s a damn holiday, go to his own house” he ain’t shit “mhmm shut up, bye” she disconnected the call, I am sleepy and I left my medication at Robyn’ home.

Getting out of car, passing my key to the parking attendant “good morning sir” he said, why is there paparazzi outside my damn hotel “come” I waved over Isla “is it true that Beyoncé is attending your wedding?” I think Jay is in this hotel then, now I know why “come, ignore them” walking towards my hotel, they are saying so much shit I can’t keep up “Maurice” Jay walked out finally “come, I was waiting for you” side eyeing him “sure you were” walking into my hotel, it is busy in here “bit late, paparazzi just talking shit out there. You good?” dapping him “yeah, where is Robyn?” rubbing my head laughing “she is at her home, are you joining us for breakfast or going back up?” I mean he can’t have just come down for me “yes, the table waiting on you and Isla, I am Jay” look at Jay introducing himself “I am Maurice’ bodyguard, well Robyn’ sometimes. I don’t know, Maurice changes his mind where he wants me” seeing my executive director “you’re here early, oh wow. Is this little Stuart? He has grown” his son has grown “yes, I came early. Give them all a break away, family holiday. Stuart this is Maurice, remember that picture of you and that guy, he says that guy but this is him” Stuart got his hand out “you taught him well, how old are you now?” shaking his hand “I am ten now” I gasped “oh wow, that is a long time. I held you as a baby, good seeing you and you” waving at his mom, I guess they all out here in Cali.

My dad got up from his seat “my boy is here, where is angel?” hugging my dad “she is at home” of course my mom is here “oh wow, ok. I wanted to see her, but you are here. I have Nalah and you, sit down. And Isla, come here come on” moving out of the way, I thought this breakfast was going to be quiet but not really, it is like everyone found out. Sitting next to Nalah “if it isn’t the little gossip” Nalah said, I laughed “my bad, everything worked out well besides Shawn” Nalah rolled her eyes “don’t get me started, he called me. Said can we talk, I said not really, I have family events happening. Then he’s like is Maurice not speaking to me, so I goes call him” letting out an oh “I see why he called me then, ok I see why now. I ain’t pick up, I have other shit going on” looking around me “so I stayed with Quincy” Nalah pointed at me “oh my god, I saw. How is he? He is so sexy” I laughed shaking my head “anyways!” she is here changing the subject “well Robyn and I had a disagreement, so I went there. I can’t be bothered to tell you because you will side with her” I know it, there is no real reason to tell her “try me” she said, I know my sister. I know what she is like, she will say I am in the wrong when I did nothing wrong “Isla” looking over at her “sit with us” waving her over “who is that?” Nalah asked “she is family, to me. But I went to see Robyn’ extended family with her, they live in a whole different part to us, like I was scared. I didn’t want to be there with Reign. They had guns and stuff. I went inside, her grandparents and uncle and aunt, they nice. I sat there with Reign, then the extended of their family were there, they was just like the Latin mob you see on the news” Nalah put her hand up “why are you seeing Latin people?” she asked “Robyn’ dad Thomas is not her dad but we found out from Terry who her real family is, she is Latin or whatever so we went there, and it’s just shit Nalah. They are poor, but then some guy asked me about my car, started what I think was threatening me that if I don’t treat Robyn right, you know what will happen, they barely know Robyn it’s like they have clouded her fucking mind, so we left. I refused to eat there, I didn’t want to be there, and I said it, I don’t want to go back there. Robyn had a face on with me anyways when we left, she said I was wrong for not eating there, but like if I don’t think the food there is legit, nah. I ain’t going to eat there” Nalah shushed me, furrowing my eyebrows at her in confusion “the table can hear, stop getting worked up. Go on” I sighed out “so she is calling me rich boy or whatever, that I am stuck up. I didn’t do anything wrong; I didn’t think I was safe. We argued then she bought up about the time I was giving Reign away because I made remark about her mom’ home trying to prove I ain’t that bad, just they are bad. So, I just left, she was so quick to bring it up, like you care now” sitting back in the chair.

Shaking my head in annoyance “I don’t think Robyn and I will make it to be married, how can she live that life and be with me? It’s not going to work or mix unless she accepts that they are not good” Nalah frowned at me “don’t say that it’s a difference of opinion that clashed. It’s like rich meets poor, it’s not like in the movies as they say. You had the highs upon highs, and I am for the people, we are siblings but raised differently. Remember when you wanted a pet lion? The next day a lion cub was in our home and I was scared. You got what you wanted, you are spoilt, and she was bought up being real in the real world but somehow your worlds have come together. You wanted a real woman you got a real woman, but you can’t just jump and say that. You need to talk and discuss but if honestly both of you don’t agree to disagree or come together on it don’t get married Maurice” rubbing my face, I am sad “why get married when you both can’t understand each other, tell me?” nodding my head “you’re right, but it’s sad. I can’t be what she wants me to be. I don’t understand what she wants from me. She is going to live the life I live” Nalah touched my arm “you’re not in touch with reality and that is not a bad thing Maurice, because that is how you was bought up, I was bought up with sense of reality. I was left with mom, so you know how that went about. I think you both can calmly speak” Maybe Nalah is right, maybe we can’t see eye to eye on this and the best thing is not get married.

I mean of course my dad is talking about business, that doesn’t shock me, but I just don’t even want to think of business right now “Maurice!” Rich shouted, looking up from my plate “can we all look over here thank you” here he is with the camera “who is that?” Isla asked “he is my photographer my lovely dad got, don’t ask” I laughed “he wants the business to be professional as it can be I guess” nodding my head “thank you” Rich said, he made his way around the table “so” pushing my chair back “I will be posting this to your Instagram, we want the people to be involved with this. Watch you go to the next stage” looking at the picture “ok, that is fine and where you been? You left your stuff at the home and never came back?” Rich laughed “I was just helping one of my friends with a music video, so I was away for a few nights but I am back” nodding my head “cool, yeah post it” pushing my chair back in “how do you feel son? About everything?” my dad asked “how do I feel? Erm, I don’t know but if we are speaking business then I am excited” I don’t even know, looking over at Nalah “why the long face?” Nalah said in a whisper “I don’t want to lose my daughter, I know I made that mistake of letting her go but I don’t want to lose her” getting up from the seat “I have some business somewhere else, I will be back later” I need some air and some thinking time on my own, I can’t back track what I said because I mean it.

I guess he is having a good time “you can clearly see there was women there at that home, just because he wasn’t in the pictures. There is girls there” my mom passed my phone back to me “but you can’t just pick up on that issue, he is not in any of those pictures at all” shaking my head “but it’s the same background he was with him, he is there mom!” I shouted “I don’t know what you want me to say? He left the home and went there, he gave you the address go there” I scoffed as I refreshed my Instagram timeline “he’s with his family, just came up. Family brunch?” looking up at my mom “you go to the address he gave you; I can’t tell you what to do or what you want. Follow your heart please, do not do things in the moment. I wanted better for you, always did because you are my only baby I will have” locking my phone “is that why I never met Daphne and Wesley? I like them, if my dad was here we would have known them” my mom nodded her head “but Rell and I argued a lot at the things he did, I didn’t like it but yet I ended up there. I had you Robyn, I didn’t want that for you. And I sure as hell don’t want the trouble now for my grandchild, please listen to me when I say follow your heart” pulling a face at my mom “but that is my family, it actually upsets me that I never knew them. They love me, they can’t get enough of me, you let me miss out on that and let me just call some random man dad!” I shouted “because I did what I thought was the best for you, you’re an adult now. Do as you please, you are my child, so I did the best for you. The best was to keep you away from that, look how you were raised Robbie! Look how we live, in peace! And we, I mean Thomas too we gave you good, so please listen to me when I said I made that decision” my mom pointed at herself “but now, if you want to see them, you want them. I can’t stop you” I am annoyed that my mom kept it away from me “but why? They not that bad, you’re just like him” my mom laughed “Rell died and East Los Angeles was in war! I didn’t want you, my child, my baby to be caught up in that. If I exposed such a thing, I might as well moved in with them. I saw it, I was there, I witnessed it. Don’t look at me like that and judge me, because if that was Reign you told me you would kill Maurice if he tried to take her away from you, same with you! Wesley is not innocent, he is a good guy and tried to break it up but not before he got his revenge, it is not the life you needed. Thomas did treat you well, I said did. You don’t know the real Latino gangs, I do” my mom turned away from me “I gave you the best life, I showed you love. And they would have showed you violence. They are all the same, Rell. He was caught up in it and I blame them as much as him” putting my head down.

“Do you hate me?” my mom asked “just a lot to think about but if I didn’t have Reign then I wouldn’t have understood, but I do” I mumbled “but what are you going to do Robbie, what are you going to do for your future. Let’s take what I did out of the equation because this is important, just like you moving to New York was, this part is now important for you. Maurice is now entering the big boys club, he will now be the owner of Davenport hotels and the other enterprises he has, and as he continues to go through to that, he will get bigger and bigger, can you take that? Can you take that Robbie? Can you take what Maurice is? I have, you bought to me a rich man, Thomas said. What does this rich boy want with Robyn? I am not shocked he was not happy with poor, hell. I was shocked the time he helped us with the youth that time, this is your future Robbie. What decision you make now will follow you. So tell me, how are you feeling?” my mom is being strict with me now, she knows I am between a lot and thinking ever so much on my future “I am annoyed he said for me to go there to him, he could come here. Is he that stuck up his own ass” my mom laughed “he is, I knew that when I stepped on a yacht for the first time and saw Versace pillows, I knew. It was a matter of time where it clashes, I see that maybe he can be talked into things if you take the lead, what have I told you about this? This childish behaviour of shouting and ranting, it never works. I remember he told me he pauses and thinks on what Robyn does, you are losing control, you seem to have come to Cali, you have let this new found love of family change that, please don’t let it blind you” this is hard to even think about “I just want love, I want to be accepted by a family and I was but I have this, I have my own little family and I love it, I love it in the morning and seeing Reign there, Maurice there, and I am pregnant. I am happy but to feel family love, to be wanted. He just offended me, acting like this home was not good enough for him, that annoyed me too. You know, what should I do?.”

My mom knows more then me clearly “I have always told you to take control of things, when Maurice was acting the way he did, you felt awkward, upset, a little ashamed you said for him to not eat there. If that was me, and I did this with Thomas. I did this behind closed doors, in the bedroom. And I bought the situation up and discussed. I am a very calm woman, you get this passionate anger from your Latin side, clearly” my mom said which made me laugh “I guess so, you are way too calm then me” I sighed out “and the women in that home, don’t go all guns blazing. Just step back, talk to him. There will always be women around him, you just need to pick your fight, this one is not it and not worth losing what you both got” why am I not like my mom, she has sense “I just think things can be resolved and if not then, you need to be civil in this situation but it’s something that can be fixed, talk about your displeasure in his behaviour not take shots on him being stuck up, everybody stops listening. Men start to get chauvinistic and start trying to lay the law down because it’s not going their way and they see that the woman is saying how he should feel, you need to show you care for his feelings but also this is what will happen, baby. I got it all, I will help you. You just need to go back to what you were doing, but first of all you need to show him you were sorry for what you said and then he should follow on to apologise for his behaviour, men are men” my mom winked at me “you just got to play with their emotions, you know it” my mom walked over to me “you will be ok, you going to do ok. You are loved so much” my mom hugged me while kissing the top of my head, she is my queen “I love you mom” she is the best.

[dayasbun]

sugar mommy daya hc?

mhm yes yes yes yes!!!! daya as a suga mama is literally a dream…like pls. but at the end of the day anything with her is a dream…ANYWAY! enjoy!!

okay lets start off by saying she genuinely loves you SO much like- you’re her absolute everything.

her favorite pet names for you include:

angel

baby

honey

sugar

sweetie pie

bubba

bubs

daddy (rarely serious- usually a joke)

baby doll

and the favorite…princess.

one night when you couldn’t sleep she made you warm milk and helped you drink it while still in bed…yeah shes just baby like that

if anything happens to you; whether its a broken bone or a minor scratch- lets just say her hairs going up and her hoops are coming out

and that’s no exaggeration, she has fought for you before and she won everytime.

though you guys relationship started off simply platonic it sprouted into something much more wonderful, leading to the full blown relationship you two are in now

you two met in a bar (cliche i know) you recognized her with a group of her friends, she was the only one ordering non alcoholic beverages

as soon as she saw you bring out the first round of drinks she couldn’t keep her eyes off of you

you thought it was your imagination until you felt her slip a piece of paper into your pocket, which had her number written out in scrolly numbering

like god how perfect do you have to be to even write NUMBERS perfectly???

okay so moving onto the goodies

being spoiled by her is literally just a personality trait at this point

she feels bad asking for sex everytime you want something, but when shes horny she’ll make sure shes gonna get exactly what she wants- as she should

though she spoils you she doesn’t buy you stupid stuff, only useful things she knows you’ll use or wear. though this occasionally causes small arguments, it’s always better in the long run.

your favorite ‘boujee fun things’ (as you call them) is her summer home and her yacht

oh and the jet is pretty cool espescially since zendaya is teaching you how to fly it

shes also helped you learn endless other things like sign language, playing tennis and the piano, and speaking smooth korean and latin

you haven’t felt insecure since you met her 2 years ago, there isnt a second that goes by where she isn’t talking about your gorgeous complexion or your perfectly porportioned body

she’s very possessive, everyone knows that so no one even tries anything with you- except for the few dumbasses who REALLY don’t know who your girlfriend is and think you’re joking when you tell them to stop and that zendaya will 'kick their ass’

even though she always has something to do she never ever ever ever fails to make time for you.

jealousy is a fun game you two like to play, whether that means pretending to care more about a video game than you do z, or her telling you all about her day with tom- it always totals up to the best sex at the end

everyone has their bad days and so do you two, but they never last long

cliche as it sounds she’s your forever

and you’re hers

so thank god for the 'let me be your sugar daddy’ trick she tried to pull (which started quite cockily by the way- and you hated it originally) cuz now you’re both in luv.

[demigodsanswer]

Hazel Levesque: Into the Prophecy-verse pt. 1

Time for the prologue to an AU I’ve wanted to write for a long time and need to finally get out of my brain. Hazel is a little OOC in this, but that’s because it’s an AU where she grows up in the modern world, not the 1920s. 

Description:

Rome was a three-thousand year old empire, with two capitals - Old Rome in Italy and New Rome in America. New Rome was the powerhouse of the gods and their hero’s.

The children of the Olympian gods lived amongst mortals, the most powerful of them joining the Legion, and some even earning fame status when major prophecies thrusted one or a few of them into the spot light. 

Hazel Levesque is an unclaimed, unimportant demigod, unsuitable for the esteemed legion. And she’s about to find herself at the middle of a major prophecy. 

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Alright let’s do this one last time

“My name is Jason Grace. I’m the son of Jupiter and for ten years, I’ve the one and only child of the Big Three. I’m pretty sure you know the rest: I saved a bunch of people, fell in love, saved the city, and then I saved the city again and again and again. I also did this [cut to Jason getting hit in the head with a brick]. We don’t talk about that. Look, I’m a comic book, I’m a cereal, did a Christmas album, have an excellent theme song, and a so-so popsicle. I mean, I’ve looked worse. But after everything, I still love being the hero. I mean, who wouldn’t? So no matter how many hits I take, I always find a way to come back, because the only thing standing between this city and oblivion is me. There’s only one child of the Big Three. And you’re looking at him.” 

Hazel was listening to her music too loud to hear Chiron calling her. She had her first day at some prep school for demigods, meaning she was leaving Chiron’s half-way house for unclaimed and untamable demigods. 

New Rome was overflowing with demigods who either hadn’t been claimed or had been rejected from the Legion. Lupa had deemed her and her friend Leo “too insubordinate” for the Legion. He set the wolf on fire (an accident) and she had told the wolf to eat shit (not an accident.) Demigods who didn’t fit in the Legion and couldn’t live at their home with their mortal parents (like Hazel, who’s mom had been deem “unsuitable”) or didn’t have mortal parents (like Leo) lived in one of the half-way houses. There was hundreds of them around the country, all named “Chiron’s Half-Way House,” but only the New Rome branch was actually graced by the old Greek Centaur. 

He did his best to train or rehabilitate problem kids, getting them ready for either the legion or the real world. He was the one who had insisted every demigod apply to some fancy, over-priced prep school. And Hazel was the only one of them dumb enough to be smart enough to get in.  

 “Do I have to go?” She asked Chiron, as he adjusted the collar of her uniform (which she already hated.) 

“This is a step in the right direction for you Hazel.” 

She tugged on one of her curls, pulling it straight in front of her eyes before letting it bounce back into place. Chiron led her out to the car. Leo was waiting out on the front porch. 

“Don’t forget us little people while you’re off becoming some famous hero or some shit, Levesque.” He said, smiling. 

Hazel pulled him into a hug. “Who could forget you?” 

“I’ll bust you out as soon as I can,” he whispered. 

Hazel sat, clearly angry, in the back of Chiron’s car. He couldn’t drive, being a centaur and all, so Argus, the thousand-eyed half-way house driver was behind the wheel, and Chiron lectured her about all of her opportunities. 

“I don’t care,” Hazel protested. “I don’t want to go, I’m only here because I drew some pictures.” Her scholarship was art-based, that was true. She was a good artist. Not a really notable demigod skill, though. Still, someone had to mosaic all of Jason Grace’s accomplishments. They were only one year away from some world-ending prophecy that the tabloids still had yet to leak. So it was only a matter of time before Golden Boy Supreme (as Leo had nicknamed him) added another line on his resume. And if Hazel was lucky, which she rarely was, she’d be there to sculpt the whole thing in marble. 

“You passed the entrance exam just like everyone else,” Chiron told her. “This is your opportunity, Hazel. Do you want to end up like --” 

He cut himself off, but she knew how that sentence ended. Like her mother. Her mom wasn’t perfect, but she wasn’t bad. She was actually pretty cool. The courts were just picky about who was allowed to raise demigod children. Even mega-Hero Grace grew up with a foster mom - Sally Jackson, poster mom for good demigod parenting. Literally, her picture was on the side of buses. She had her own book. She had been on The View with the nine muses. 

Her mom wasn’t Sally Jackson, for sure, but she always made sure Hazel had food, and she taught her how to draw. The court’s problem was her mom’s inability to hold down a job. The only thing she managed consistently was selling her own homemade jewelry. It was all bullshit though. If Hazel wasn’t a demigod, they never would have separated them. 

“Whatever,” Hazel said as they pulled up to the school. She grabbed her backpack and suitcase, and preyed to whatever god her father was that she would be kicked out by the end of the day. 

“Tie your shoes!” Chiron yelled after her. She ignored him. 

Hazel walked into a whirlwind. The school was huge. Most people were in their uniforms, although a few wore ancient Roman style armor over theirs. Some carried stacks of books, and other had spears and swords. Half her day was academic - Latin, literature, history, science, and math. The other half was training - weaponry, climbing, survival skills, and pegasus riding. At least they had Pegasi here. She had been trained well enough at the half way house, but there were unfortunately lacking in magic horses. Well, besides Chiron’s lower half, which Hazel wasn’t too keen on riding. 

“You’re shoe’s untied,” a stranger said, passing Hazel. 

“Yeah, I know it’s a choice.” 

The sneakers probably weren’t uniform, but she didn’t earn the label “insubordinate” for nothing. 

She found her locker, wide and tall enough for armor, weapons, and other demigod provisions, and shoved her suitcase in it. She figured she would move into her dorm later on. 

Someone opened the locker next to hers. “Oh this is so embarrassing,” Hazel said to her locker neighbor, “we are wearing the same jacket.” She laughed awkwardly, but the girl just rolled her eyes before walking away. 

Off to a good start, Hazel though before grabbing her backpack and moving on to her first class. 

Each class seemed to come with its own thousand pound textbook. And the long, winding hallways made it impossible to stop at her locker in between classes. By fifth period - history - she had four new text books and figured she was about to get one more. 

She walked in late. She hoped the darkness of the room helped cover her late arrival, but she cast a shadow in front of the projector. 

“Ah Miss. Levesque,” her history teacher, some old guy named Mr. Quintus, paused the movie, “you’re late.” 

She shrugged, “Maybe y’all are just early.” 

A girl with black spiky hair and dark eye make up let out a stifled chuckle. Quitus and Hazel looked at her. “Sorry, it was just so quiet.” 

“Please take your seat, Miss, Levesque.” He started playing the movie again. Some history documentary. The Romans loved those. This one had some young narrator, who would have been handsome if it wasn’t for the scar down his face. With his blond hair and blue eyes, Hazel could have mistaken him for Jason Grace, if Jason were twenty-five, not fifteen. 

“The Titan Saturn, lord of Time, was overthrown by Jupiter and his other brothers and sisters, and his remains cast away.” 

Hazel was just staring to tune the whole thing out when Quintus paused the video again. “Can anyone tell me the Greek name for the Titan Saturn?” The girl next to Hazel raised her hand. “Yes, Miss. Grace?” 

“Kronos,” she offered. 

“Very good,” Quintus restarted the film. Hazel thought about leaning over and asking her if she was related to Jason, but figured she probably got that all the time. 

A week later, Quintus stopped Hazel on her way out the door. “Miss. Levesque?” 

She walked over to his desk. “What’s up?” 

Quintus showed her the score from their history quiz the day before. A red 0/100 was written across the scantron. 

“A zero?” Hazel tried to look genuinely upset. “A few more of those and you’ll probably have to kick me out of here, huh?”

“If a person wearing a blind fold took a true or false quiz at random, what score would they get?” 

“Fifty percent?” 

Quintus changed her 0 to a 100. “That’s right.” He stood and faced the bored to start erasing that day’s lecture notes. “Are you familiar with the story of Icarus, Miss. Levesque?” 

“Uh yeah, he was escaping the Labyrinth with his father with a pair of bronze wings. But he flew too close to the sun, the wax melted, and he fell into the ocean. it’s about pride, right?” 

“Correct,” he said, turning to face her, “but you left out a crucial element. Yes, Icarus was instructed by his father not to fly too high. But he was also told not too fly too low, as the sea mist could also weaken the wax.”

“Why are you telling me this?” She asked. 

“You’re trying to quit, and I won’t let you. You must remember not to let yourself fly too low, it’s just as dangerous. I’m assigning you a personal essay. Not about history, but about yourself and the kind of person who you want to be.” 

Hazel had spent an hour at her desk, trying to write anything for Quintus or for her literature essay, but her ADHD was going off the rails. She wished Leo would make good on his promise to bust her out of there. 

But she decided not to wait for Leo. 

She hadn’t seen her mom in a while. She grabbed her hoodie before making her way down the fire escape. 

[theworldofotps]

Night At The Club

This is all mainly written by @new-zealand-chic I simply edited it and spruced it up a bit as well as write the last few lines. She’s allowing me to post it on my page for you all!! __________ Pairing: Finn Balor x Reader Word Count:1,653 Description: After saving you from a jerk in the club Finn and you go out and dance where things get a little heated. __________ Tag list: @writtingrose @biforbecky2belts @biforrollynch @sjwrites22 @detectiveramen @sassymox @trent7thirsting @the-beastslayers-queen @thewrestlingwarehouse @new-zealand-chic @reigns420 @sassyspacedust @burnitbalor @mrsambroserollinsacklesmgk @xladyxfatex If you wanna be added to the tag list lemme know! __________ You certainly weren't one of those girls that are seen in hip hop videos but seeing all your girlfriends dancing on the floor you felt a little left out. Should you give in to peer pressure and joined them? After all how hard could it be? Everyone seemed to be having too much fun in their own worlds to notice what others were doing move wise. So if you were going to make a fool of yourself who would see and with all the open bottles and re-filling of glasses who'd remember anyway? You tossed back a shot of liquid courage left on your table psyching yourself up and venturing out. Y/bff/n delighted to see you grabbed your arm and pulled you into a dancing circle. It was basically just jumping up and down laughing while waving your arms around and occasionally swaying your hips. 

You were having so much fun you didn't notice the crowd had swallowed you up and separated you from your friends. It wasn't until a pair of hands grabbed you from behind you turned and noticed how lost you were. The guy standing behind you looked at you up and down undressing you with his eyes and smiled you felt an uneasy sense of danger as he licked his lips. You decided it was time to move on before it was too late. The guy had other ideas as he grabbed your arm harder almost hurting you. He tried to pull you closer but you fought to keep him at arm's length. This was not what you wanted. Panic crept in as you looked for help from your friends or anyone you could find. Screaming wasn't going to help the music was way too loud, this guy wasn't getting your hints and no apparently wasn't an answer he was gonna accept. You thought about attacking him a simple slap to the face or stepping on his foot might distract him enough for you to run away but he was clearly bigger and stronger than you so you worried. Would your tactics even work? It was worth a shot you had to try something anything at this point. You decided it had to be something drastic and fast your heart beating as fast as the bass of music playing. Almost in slow motion you raised your knee and as hard and powerful as you could, you force your knee into his groin area and ran. Not looking back you pushed your way through the crowd not looking where you were going you just had to break out. You felt another arm grab you from out of nowhere pulling you towards them and thought for a brief second you were done for, that your captor had found you. You raised your fits to attack and as you were pulled into someone's chest.

"Easy there love." 

The calm soothing voice spoke softly in your ear that accent you'd know anywhere. You looked up and saw the sharp blue sparkling eyes of your co-worker Finn. Seeing you clearly shaken Finn wraps his arms around you and hugged you tightly to him. His perfectly muscular body pressed close to yours, you couldn't help but breath in his cologne. It was a sharp woodsy scent that calms you it was such a nice change from the brute who held you before. You rested your head against his shoulder the cool feel of his silk shirt began cooling your flushed face. You and Finn walked back to your table of friends which had now grown in size since Finn and some of the boys joined. Your friends were so happy to see you grabbed and hugged you apologizing for losing you. You felt relieved to be back and safe thankful Finn had been there to rescue you when he was.

"Well, that's an experience I'm never doing again."

You announced taking a large drink of anything you could find.

"First time on a dance floor and I'm almost attacked and assaulted." 

You slammed the glass down making a face the drink was strong may be too strong.

"Ahhh they're not all that bad y/n."

 One of the girls sighed giving you a slightly drunk smile.

"You just got unlucky don't let that guy spoil your night..."

"Besides we're here now.”

 Y/bff/n interrupts resting her hand on your shoulder.

"No one will mess with us especially with all the guys here right?"

All the boys nodded in agreement they wouldn't let anyone mess with you, but you weren't going out there again. The girls later in the night disappeared onto the floor once again not wanting to pressure you. Despite the fact you'd had a few drinks more than you probably should have you weren't brave enough to go out, instead you move closer to Finn. Soon it was just you and him sitting at the table, the boy ether dancing or checking out the local lineup of girls available. Finn stretched his arms out more across the back to the leather booth squeezing your shoulder to get your attention.

"Yeah, ya don't need to be out there." 

He smiled over at you with a shrug. 

"The dancin ain't all that fun, to begin with."

You looked back at him sighing as you glanced at the dance floor.

"I was having fun till I got in trouble with that dickhead."

"So go back out there then."

He motioned flicking his eyebrows upwards, you quickly shook your head no grabbing the table for dear life like a child too scared to go on an amusement park ride. Finn just laughed taking a drink shaking his head.

 "Yer right the music's crap anyway."

You listened intently to the sound and soon enough you could make out the sound of a familiar track one of your go-to songs on your playlist. Finn watched you constantly as you slowly shifted in your seat to the sound of the Latin guitar strumming and infectious sound as you tapped your hand on the table in time to the music. You weren't going to admit it but in your room alone you did like to move round in time to the song.

"If I go out with ya will you be happy?" 

Finn questioned finishing off his beer setting the empty bottle on the table.

"Because it's clear yer not gonna sit still till you get the beat out of your head."

"You mean you and me dance?" 

You asked eyes slightly wide he stood up and held his hand out to you.

"I just can't promise I'm any good." 

Finn announced with a chuckle as you slip your hand into his, he leads you to the floor keeping a tight hold of your hand. Once in an area, you could move comfortably he twirled you round to face him you almost laughed out loud. He was right he wasn't good at dancing not in the slightest but at least he was trying. You salsa stepped in time with the beat trying not to step on each other's feet. Holding hands at shoulder height to help you move along. Your head clearly a little fuzzy from all the alcohol in your system you thought of taking a risk, after all, it was Finn he wasn't gonna try anything and you always wanted to move as they did in the movies. You wrapped your arms around Finn's neck and swayed your hips closer to him looking into his eyes smiling. 

He slid his hands down your back resting them just on the top of your ass rocking with you. You began to get a little more adventurous as you turned your back to his front. You could feel him breathing heavily on your neck as he moved closer his head slowly down to rest his chin to your shoulder. He ran his hands up and down your sides causing you to close your eyes and a small moan slip from your lips when the drift back squeezing your ass slightly. You both swayed in time to the music the beat easy to keep in time with. You stepped away and turned to him as he grabs your arm pulling you tightly towards him. Finn's hand on the small of your back to your shock he leaned in slowly as if to kiss you but instead he dips you back swaying you slowly left to right. 

A small smirk leaving his lips catching you off guard you were putty in his hands The tension undeniable and the actions of consuming too much alcohol was taking hold. All your inabusions were clearly gone out of the window as you were relaxed. You snake one of your legs in between his rubbing your knee against his crotch and he almost drops you as you catch him off guard right back. You smile back at him licking your lips with a mischievous glint in your eyes. Clearly, you two were both playing games and sending signals the other was picking upon. 

"Wanna come back to my place?"

He whispers in your ear after pulling you back into his chest nodding you say goodbye to your friends. His hand holding yours tightly when you get outside to wait for your uber, the cool air helps clear your head a little. Finn looks at you gently pressing his lips to yours.

"Are ya sure you wanna do this darlin? I don't want to force ya into anything if you're not a hundred percent sure."

"Finn, I've never been surer of anything in my entire life in case you hadn't noticed I don't let just any guy kiss me." 

You smile softly stroking his cheek Finn grins pressing a kiss to your forehead when the Uber pulls up. 

"I promise ya darlin we'll talk about all of this in the morning but tonight let's just enjoy ourselves."  

[chasholidays]

Good job on not killing yourself with prompts this year, Chash. We appreciate your continued existence! I would like a modern AU where Bellamy bonds with Clarke’s foster daughter Madi by playing video games with her. Bellamy and Clarke have been friends for a long time but recently started dating, and everything’s gonna work out just fine but you know, they’re nervous.

Overall, Bellamy thinks the timing on two of the best developments of his life could have gone better.

The first best development is that he and Clarke are finally both single at the same time and manage to have a conversation about feelings that ends in the two of them agreeing to give the dating thing a try, which is honestly a miracle in and of itself. They’re going slow, trying not to screw anything up, and it’s going really well when the next best development hits, which is Madi.

Clarke had been on the wait-list for a foster kid for a while, and their entire friend group had been anxious for the assignment to finally come through. Most of them are only children who long to be cool aunts or uncles, so Clarke getting a kid is basically the perfect scenario for them. Bellamy had been excited too, of course, despite having an actual sister who had an actual child, but the combination of “new relationship” and “new child” makes things awkward.

“I just don’t really know how to introduce her to you,” Clarke says. “Like–I don’t know, it feels more serious than her meeting Raven or Wells. And I don’t want her to get invested in us as a couple or us as her parents if it’s not going to last.”

“Yeah, that makes sense.” He kisses her hair, settles in a little closer. They spent the whole day setting up the apartment for Madi, cleaning and moving furniture, and he’s sad he won’t be around to help her settle in, but he can’t actually object. “My mom introduced me to a lot of boyfriends, she might have a history with that too. We should take it slow.”

“We were already taking it slow,” she says, sounding mostly amused. “You know I’m really excited about dating you, right? It’s not–”

He laughs. “I know, don’t worry. If you wanted to break up with me, you’d break up with me.”

“I would. I just wish we had a little more time to settle into this before Madi came along.”

“When it rains it pours. I don’t mind taking a back seat for a while.”

“I don’t think it’s going to be long. She’s ten, I’m hoping that’s old enough where we can have a decent discussion about who you are and how you fit in. And even if we break up, I assume you’re still going to be a part of her life.”

“Of course,” he says. Half the point of being as careful as they’re being with the progression of their relationship as they are is to try to make sure the friendship survives. There’s no guarantee, but–he can’t imagine his life without Clarke in it. They’ll make it work. “If I’m not the cool father figure, I want to at least be a cool uncle.”

“You’re not that cool,” she teases, all warmth. “Sorry. You’re going to have to settle for dorky guy who talks too much about Latin and history.”

“I can definitely get a better vibe than that going,” he says, and she just smiles and kisses him and clearly does not believe him at all.

Which he can’t blame her for, really. Her knowledge of him as a parental figure comes from Octavia, whom he did name after a historical figure from Rome. There’s precedent at work, but he doesn’t have to be like that. He could, in theory, come up with a different gimmick, some other way to relate to Madi. It doesn’t have to be all fun facts about word origins and Roman emperors.

The nice thing about being the last one to meet Madi is that he gets to hear about her from everyone else first, like he’s prepping for a very weird kind of test.

“She’s cute,” Murphy says, with a shrug. “I don’t know, she’s a kid, what do you want from me? Clarke says I can’t tell her to start fires, which seems like a weirdly specific thing to worry about, so maybe she has a history.”

“She thinks you have a history of being a dumbass,” says Raven, which seems like the right reading of that interaction. “Madi’s cool. Smart, and she wants me to teach her about computers and stuff, so I like her.”

“Nate and I just brought Smash Brothers over, she liked that but she was getting frustrated.”

Bellamy perks up, turns his attention to Monty. “Yeah? That sounds promising.”

“You want to beat a kid at video games to make her like you?” Murphy asks. “You’d be better off telling her to start fires.”

“I’m not going to tell her to start fires. Or beat her at video games.”

“Yeah, I’m not sure Bellamy can beat an incompetent fifth grader at Smash Brothers,” Miller says. “Fighting games aren’t exactly his forte.”

“So that means Madi and I can work on it together,” he says. “I’ve already got a Switch, I can pick up Smash Brothers, Mario Kart–we can do video games together. That can be our thing. You guys are too good at it.”

“If you play video games, what are we supposed to do with her?” Miller grumbles. “Then we don’t have a thing.”

“Yeah, but Bellamy needs a thing way more than we do. We can just buy her stuff.”

“And once she’s good at video games, she can start playing with you guys. She practices on me until she’s ready to get her revenge.”

“Wouldn’t that work better if you were good at video games?” Raven asks. “So you could teach her?”

“Or she’ll be happy that we’re both shitty. And I’m good at some video games.” He finishes his drink. “This could work. Once I actually meet her.”

“You’re going to be fine,” Monty says. “She’s a good kid!”

“And everyone knows you and Clarke are you and Clarke,” says Raven.

“Nice–” He makes a face. “I was going to say tautology, but that’s not even a tautology, it’s just the exact same thing.”

She rolls her eyes at him. “Just saying, I get why you guys are taking it slow with everything, especially with Madi, but you’re going to be fine.”

As one of the involved parties, he can’t have quite the faith in himself and Clarke that Raven does–he doesn’t want to get cocky and fuck it up–but he does think it’s largely true. His awkwardness around Madi is a consequence of timing, and in a year or two, he’s pretty sure they’re just going to be a functional family unit.

Which doesn’t mean he can’t screw it up in the meantime, so he’s still going to be careful.

Clarke’s had Madi for a month and a half when she says, “Should we start off with family dinner?”

“How did you start with everyone else?”

“Not with family dinner,” she admits. “They just came over to meet her. But she knows you’re different.”

“Maybe I could cook for you guys,” he muses. “Dinner and a movie, but at your place.”

She laughs. “It’s a little creepy that you’re adapting date ideas into stuff to do with Madi.”

“I’m good at cooking, it makes people like me. If she’s eating your food–”

“I’m doing fine!” Clarke protests. “But yeah, that would probably be good. Cook something kid-friendly, hang out. No sleepover.”

“I know.”

“Sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize. I know it’s complicated right now. I wish we could spend more time together, but I get it. And it’s not going to be like this forever.”

“No.” She leans in and kisses him, soft and sweet. “Okay, I have to go get her. Saturday, maybe? Come over in the afternoon?”

“Yeah, that sounds good. Figure out what Madi wants to eat and text me. I’ll go to the store and pick stuff up. Is there a dessert I can bribe her with?”

“You don’t need to bribe her, she’s going to love you.” She pauses. “But it couldn’t hurt. I’ll see what she wants.”

“You’re the best. Let me know when you get home?”

“Will do.”

He doesn’t spend the next few days stressing about things, but he does spend the next few days planning. He buys Smash Brothers and plays it just long enough to confirm he’s bad at it, buys a bunch of cupcake toppings and experiments with frosting to make sure he’ll be good at it as a group activity, and then he calls his sister so she can tell him he’s trying too hard.

“Definitely. This isn’t an audition, Bell. And it’s not your only chance. If you come on too strong, you’ll probably just freak her out.”

“Yeah, I know.”

She hums, thoughtful. “My advice? Skip the cupcakes this time. Do a baking thing, like, next week. You’ve already got a ton of activities for this one, don’t overload her.”

“When did you get so good at this?”

“Ash’s second birthday,” she says, prompt. “I got over-competitive with some asshole mom from Mommy and Me because I wanted to throw the best party ever and I planned, like, fifteen more things than those kids could ever do. Or wanted to do. They burned out so hard. And it’s not like you want to set expectations that high. You want to just be a normal part of her life, right? Not the magical guy who shows up once a week with a Mary Poppins bag full of shit.”

“That’s true, I should keep her expectations low.”

“Just stop stressing, okay? Clarke loves you, her kid will put up with you no matter what, it’s going to be fine.”

“I want it to be good.”

“It’ll probably be good too. Seriously, just give it time.”

“This is still the most mature advice you’ve ever given me.”

“I’m actually a pretty kickass mom. And you were a pretty good big brother with too much responsibility, and Clarke’s going to be a good foster parent. Just let it happen.”

So Bellamy leaves his cupcake-decorating kit at home, goes to the store to pick up a pretty normal–albeit Madi-approved–dinner, and brings that and his switch over to Clarke’s house on Saturday afternoon around three.

Clarke answers the door, leaning up to give him a kiss. “Hi. You look normal.”

“Thanks, I think.”

“I meant you’re not obviously dying of stress.”

“Should I be?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Okay, so–what does she know?”

“You’re my boyfriend, but we were friends for a long time before we started dating. It’s new but pretty serious, but I don’t want her to feel pressured to take on too much family all at once. You’re a dork who tries to hard, but it’s because you care.”

“That all sounds about right. I brought video games for us to play.”

“Am I included in that us?”

“It’s on Switch, so you can be if you want to be, yeah. Depends on how much of a family activity you’re looking for.”

“I’ll supervise for now.” She kisses him again. “She’s going to love you, don’t worry.”

Madi is in the living room already, her attention fixed on a book in a way that makes Bellamy think she’s not actually reading so much as avoiding looking at anything else. Not that he blames her, really; if he was Madi, he’d be trying and failing to play it cool too. That’s the ten-year-old experience in a nutshell.

“Madi, this is my boyfriend, Bellamy.”

“Hey,” says Bellamy, offering her a smile. She puts her book aside and stands, offering her hand, formal and a little stiff. “Nice to finally meet you.”

“You too.”

“What are you reading?”

“Oh, it’s just for school.”

“Bellamy teaches high-school history,” Clarke says. “So he always likes hearing about school stuff.”

“And pretty much all books. Do you like it?”

“Yeah, it’s actually pretty good. Especially for a school book.”

“Cool. Well, if you want to keep reading, don’t let me stop you. I can read too, I’ve got stuff on my phone.”

“What did you want to do?” she asks, sounding a little wary.

“You met Nate and Monty, right? And played some video games?” She nods. “They beat me every time we play, so I’m trying to get better. Seriously,” he adds, before she can say anything. “I like role-playing games and stuff, I’m good at those, but I never got the hang of fighting games. I just button-mash. So if you want to practice on someone on your level, that would be fun.”

“He really does suck,” Clarke puts in. “Even I beat him sometimes.”

“And I really don’t get Smash Brothers.”

Madi’s still frowning. “So, you want to learn how to be better at video games with me?”

He shrugs. “And get to know you, but–video games would be a fun way to do that, right?”

“Depends on how fun it is to play video games with you,” she says, and that makes him smile.

“Yeah, fair enough. You want to find out?”

They start with Smash Brothers, which is a franchise he only vaguely understands. It’s fun enough and he’s played various versions with Miller over the years he’s known him, but he also knows there’s a lot of history he doesn’t get.

“I don’t even recognize half the characters,” he admits to Madi. “Like, Marth. Where did Marth come from? What is it?”

“Fire Emblem,” says Madi, to his surprise.

“What’s Fire Emblem?”

“It’s a tactical RPG series.” She worries her lip. “I really like video games? So I watch videos on YouTube and stuff, Let’s Plays or whatever? But I’ve never had a game system of my own to play on, and it turns out I suck.”

“You don’t suck,” says Clarke, sitting down on Madi’s other side. “Miller and Monty are sharks. I think they have fans online who watch them play. Just because you didn’t win playing against them your first time playing doesn’t mean anything.”

“We can definitely get better,” Bellamy says. “Especially you. But is this what you want to get better at?”

Madi shoots him a look. If nothing else, she seems fairly comfortable talking to him. That’s not nothing. “What do you mean?”

“Are there games you want to play more than Smash Brothers? Would you rather be doing Fire Emblem?”

“Smash Brothers is fine.”

“I’ve got other stuff. Breath of the Wild is pretty cool. I’m worse at Mario Kart than I am at Smash Brothers but it’s fun to play with Clarke, she’s so bad.”

“Shut up,” says Clarke, without heat.

“Breath of the Wild looked cool, but I like Smash too. I want to unlock more characters.”

He lets it go at that, and they spend an enjoyable afternoon playing together. Clarke gets in on it sometimes, but she also wanders off to do other things, leaving the two of them alone to get to know each other. Bellamy already knows the bones of Madi’s life from Clarke–parents died when she was young, sent to her grandmother and then into foster care when her grandmother couldn’t take care of her anymore–but it’s different hearing it from her, and sharing his own past with her in return.

It feels like it’s going well.

Over dinner, he asks, “So, what are your favorite games that you watch online? Or as Let’s Plays?”

She mulls it over. “I like watching people play Overwatch, but I don’t think I want to play it? Skyrim’s cool, and Fallout. I don’t know if I have a favorite.”

“Any you wish you could play? Or the ones you wish you could play most.”

Another pause. “Kingdom Hearts,” she decides.

“Is that the Disney one?” he asks.

Clarke holds up her hand. “The what?”

“It’s the Disney one, yeah. Square Enix,” she says, turning her attention to Clarke. “That’s a big gaming company. They decided to make a game with Disney, and it’s really fun. They have new characters too but they’re going between different Disney worlds. So you get to play in a bunch of movies.

"Have you played that one?” Clarke asks him.

“No, but I’ve heard of it. It’s on Playstation, right?”

“Yeah, and it’s kind of like Smash Brothers too because it’s got characters from other games too. The third game in the main series is supposed to be coming out soon after, like–a really long time. I think the second one came out before I was born? But there are a lot of spin-offs too, so it’s not like there’s been nothing.”

“I’ve got a PS4 too,” Bellamy muses. “I could probably get Kingdom Hearts, right?”

“You don’t have to,” Madi says quickly. “I didn’t mean–”

“I’ll see how much it is. It sounds fun, and I’ve always been kind of curious about it. You could play and I could watch and try to help you figure out what to do.”

He can see her struggling with what to say, the urge to minimize her own wants at war with how much she does want it. Bellamy’s not rich or anything, but he’s more than financially stable enough to buy a video game, especially one his girlfriend’s foster kid will like. He’s impulse-bought games for way worse reasons.

“If you want to,” she finally says, and he smiles.

“I’ll see what I can do.”

Clarke washes the dishes while he and Madi play a couple more rounds of Smash, and then they watch a movie. Madi makes it to the end, but just barely, and Clarke sends her to bed after that.

“It went okay, right?” he murmurs into her hair. He’ll have to go home sooner or later, but he’s opting for as much later as he can manage. “I didn’t push too hard or anything.”

“I don’t think so. Are you getting the game?”

“Yeah. I might ask Monty and Miller if they have any old game systems she can have too. If you’re good with that.”

“Yeah, that would be great. I wish I’d thought of it.”

“Did she know she liked games so much before?”

She shakes her head, smiling a little. “No, that was new. She must really like you,” she teases.

He kisses her hair, settles in closer. “I hope so.”

He spends the next morning lost in the incredibly confusing tangle of Kingdom Hearts wikipedia pages and comes to the conclusion that if he can get Madi a PS3, she should at least be able to experience Kingdom Hearts I and II, if not all of the confusingly named and numbered side games.

“Probably,” says Miller. “Honestly, Kingdom Hearts is so weird, I assume there’s a spin-off you can only play on the back of Japanese cereal boxes.”

Based on his morning reading, Bellamy would believe that. “So do you have an old PS3 you’re not using?”

“You know can get them on PS4 too,” he points out. “You don’t need to get an older system to experience them as they were meant to be experienced.”

“Not for me, for Madi. Apparently that’s the number-one game she wants to play, and if I go out and buy her a PS4, that’s definitely trying too hard.”

“Yeah, definitely. Does it have to be a PS3?”

“Not if you have something else that can play it instead, I guess. Don’t tell me you guys have an extra PS4.”

“No,but I think we have some old PS2s. I think Monty might even have Kingdom Hearts around. We can take a look, make sure everything’s working, but as long as it is, Madi’s welcome to it.” He pauses. “Do you get credit for being the cool boyfriend if we’re the ones doing all the work?”

“I’m coordinating,” he says. “And I’m going to help her.”

“With what? You’ve never played Kingdom Hearts.”

“It’s an RPG, I’m good at RPGs.” He pauses. “And I was going to buy it and play it on my own so if she has questions I can answer them.”

Miller eyes him. “You probably don’t need to work this hard, you know? She’s a good kid, you’re a good guy, you’re going to be fine.”

“I know.” He shrugs. “I’m not an expert or anything, but I remember after my mom died, I always felt like an after-thought to people. Especially adults. So I want Madi to feel like she’s our top priority. Put in the effort for her. In a non-creepy, not trying too hard way,” he adds. “So asking my friend if he’s got an old game system she can use seems fine.”

“Yeah, that’s pretty normal. Downloading the game so you can be her guru is–” He pauses. “Actually, yeah, that’s cute. You’re going to be a great dad. Or whatever else you and Clarke end up calling it.”

“That’s the plan,” he says. “Thanks for helping out.”

He shrugs. “What can I say? You need to work a lot harder to be cool than I do.”

According to Monty, the Playstation 2 is fully functional and the Kingdom Hearts games work as well on it as they ever have. Then he gives Bellamy a long list of tips and a rant about the game’s lore, so he definitely has a resource of his own to go to if he can’t figure it out without Madi.

But Clarke doesn’t see it that way. “I really don’t think you should play on your own.”

“No?”

“I get the impulse, and it’s cute, but the internet exists and is right there. If she can’t figure something out, you guys can work on it together and google it if you have to. But if you’re playing on your own, there’s no reason for you to play with her, right? If you’ve never played, you’re discovering it together.”

He smiles. “That does sound good. Do you think I’m working too hard at this?”

“No. I think you care about it, so you want to do it right. That’s good.”

“Here’s hoping Madi thinks so too.”

“I think she will, yeah. She’s still kind of–it’s a lot for her, I think? Having so many people who are working really hard to make her like them. She’s not used to people caring about her opinion so much.”

“Local thirty-somethings very invested in ten-year-old’s opinion,” he says, making her laugh.

“Pretty much. But we had a talk about how long I’ve been waiting for a foster kid and how much I want one, and how supportive all you guys are, and I think she gets that she’s a big deal for us. Even if that’s weird.”

“Does she know I want to be a part of the family some day?” he asks, which is, admittedly, something of a roundabout way of asking if Clarke gets that, too. In case he hasn’t made it clear enough.

“Honestly, I think she doesn’t get why you’re not a part of the family already. I said you’d probably be coming by once a week and she was like, that doesn’t seem like a lot.”

“It really doesn’t.”

Clarke bites the corner of her mouth. “What happened to slow and careful?”

“Maybe we can focus on careful, but not slow. If I want to play Kingdom Hearts with her, it would kind of suck if I was just around once a week, right?”

“It would.” She leans up to kiss him. “I could see you more.”

“Yeah, I thought maybe you could.”

While Clarke goes to pick Madi up from her social worker’s appointment, Bellamy gets the old Playstation set up and makes sure the game is working as promised, fools around with it just long enough to make sure everything’s in working order before making himself stop and focus on anything else.

It’s a nice surprise and she’s going to like it. He did good here.

“Hey, Bellamy,” she says, when she gets in. It’s their fourth time meeting, and he’s looking forward to the day when that’s something he stops being able to count on one hand. “Are you not coming on Saturday anymore?”

“Clarke and I thought I could start coming more than once a week,” he says. “If you’re good with that. Plus, I’ve got something for you.”

She looks surprised, but pleased. “What?”

“I told you Monty and Miller have a ton of games, right? I thought they might have some old ones they didn’t want, too. And when I asked about Kingdom Hearts, they said they had a Playstation 2 and an old copy of the game you can have. So–” He falters, voice melting away and leaving only what feels like a very sheepish smile. “It sounded pretty fun when you talked about it, so I thought maybe you could show me.”

Her own smile blossoms like springtime, warm and bright. “Really?”

“Yeah. I got it hooked up and checked to make sure it worked, so you should be all set.”

“Thank you,” she says, voice soft and genuine. “This is–I’m really excited.”

“Me too,” he says. “Let’s boot it up.”

She finishes the first game and is a week into the second when she says, “You have a PS4, right?”

“At home, gathering dust, yeah. I figured I’d bring it over soon. Why?”

“Because once I’m done with this one, I’m going to want to play Kingdom Hearts III, and that’s on PS4. So it would be a lot easier if you were just already here already. You and the PS4. Like–all the time.”

“Are you asking me to move in for Clarke?” he asks, unable to keep a grin off his face.

“Well, she’s not doing it, so someone has to.”

“I guess when you put it like that,” he says. “And I wouldn’t want to miss out on Kingdom Hearts III.”

She settles against his side, smiling like she won some great victory instead of asking him to do exactly what he’s been wanting to do basically since the second he and Clarke started dating. “I thought not. It’s going to be really fun.”

“Yeah,” he says. “I bet it is.”