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I don't dig pit traps and cover them with sticks and a thin layer of leaves nearly as much as I expected; I find a chance to do it barely once a month.
Features of Adulthood [Explained]
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[Shown is a scatter plot, with arrowed labels on the axes:] Y axis label: How often it comes up in my adult life X axis label: How often I expected it to come up in my adult life
[First row of items (comes up very often, from least to most expected):] Unexplained smells or noises; customer service; pocket radio communicators; bills; shopping
[Items row by row from the second row onwards:] Figuring out what to have for dinner; HVAC issues; secret passwords; laundry; cooking; taxes Weather forecasts; batteries; video games; power tools Cable management; dangerous driving situations; pizza; Star Wars; lasers; cool toys Adhesives; board games; tying knots Water damage; backpacks; my academic record Flat tires; briefcases; martial arts Middle names; people offering free drugs; food fights; parachutes; twins switching places; barrels
[Last row (comes up very rarely, from least to most expected):] Which fork you're supposed to use for what; car chases; lit fuses; shoving a stick in a crocodile's mouth to wedge it open; grappling hooks; quicksand
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I couldn't stop thinking about an Tony Stark!Reader. I know Tesla would be foaming at the mouth to meet them😆 Id love to see the fighters reactions to their intelligence, inventions and suit.
All except for Tesla are just sitting there like 😶 cause they don't know a thing about what's being talked about between the two
-Brunnhilde was hoping that you were going to be able to keep Nikola from blowing up the lab again, keeping him entertained with your intelligence. She had told the scientist that she was bringing a surprise for the lab, but only if nothing happened- no explosions, no bodily harm, nothing bad!
-When you walked in with Brunnhilde to the lab, Nikola came over, surprised to see that his surprise was a person as you held out your hand, “Y/N Stark- nice to meet you, big fan.” The man wasn’t clicking immediately as you noticed the other human fighters were present as well as a few of the gods.
-You didn’t seem at all bothered by crashing the get together as you shook hands with Nikola who looked like he was studying you, trying to figure out why your name sounded so familiar.
-Brunnhilde told you both with a stern glare, “Behave!” you just grinned, not at all bothered, “But that’s no fun!” her glare darkened, and you grinned, finding it fun to rile her up.
-She left and Nikola spoke, “Where do I know you from?” you smirked, pulling your glasses off and you set your briefcase down, “Perhaps I should show you instead.”
-Your briefcase opened, and everyone went wide-eyed, seeing the pieces coming out, attaching to your body, covering it with a suit of armor as your hands came to your fists, “Most call me Iron Man!”
-Nikola dropped to his knees, crying crocodile tears as a light was shining from the heavens above, completely stunned that he was meeting you.
-You removed the piece and instantly he started in on the questions, asking you about the materials your suit was made out of, how it attaches, and the inner working mechanics.
-The two of you were speaking as if you were talking about banana bread recipes, but to everyone else who was in the room, now forgotten, they could only sit there, trying to decipher the language you and Nikola were now speaking.
-They ended up leaving after about a half hour, their brains hurting and you both said goodbye when they did the same, as you were excited as well, getting someone so intelligent to talk to.
-Not three hours later, a massive explosion rocked the lab, and it had Brunnhilde running, shocked to see what happened as Nikola was crawling out from under a desk while you sat up after being blown into a wall, coughing out black smoke, “Write that down!”
-You both quickly had lumps on your heads as you were being scolded by Brunnhilde, both of you being banned from the lab for the next week, not listening to either of your whines as her temple throbbed from anger.
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ᯓᡣ𐭩 iced hojicha w/ oat milk : nanami kento !
synopsis : after work coffee pick-me-ups are never optional. you and nanami never miss your mandatory weekday cafe dates and trinket shopping!
note : ahhh ! thank you guys so much for your love for the first one i posted !! so fun to write short stories like these ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა also i keep seeing the nitro bar on my tiktok and i feel like nanami LOVES a mean double shot latte or an iced americano if he’s feeling a bit groovier… ok im dun 👍
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in your relationship with your boyfriend, “opposites attract” is definitely applicable.
nanami kento, a finance bro with a minimalistic approach in life. you, a maximalist in every way.
clink clink clink…
nanami looks at the direction where he heard the very distinctive sound that his girlfriend’s bag made. “kento! hi baby!”
yup, that’s his girlfriend alright. “hi, my love. did you decide on a new matcha combo today?” you and nanami never miss an after work coffee pick-me-up and an occasional browse on the cutesy apothecary who sells the cutest bits and bobs ever.
“hmm, i’m playing it safe today and get a dirty matcha. i take it you’re getting an iced americano?” nanami only ever orders a latte or an iced americano and in contrast to your “crazy” orders like a blueberry corn milk matcha, you can’t help but giggle a bit.
“actually, i’m getting an iced hojicha.” you gasp at his order, usually you’d have to FORCE him to get him to try a new kind of drink but he’s definitely feeling the good vibes and amazing weather today.
“purr, okay king sass… an iced hojicha then!” you order both your drinks and there’s never a day you try to pay buy nanami always beats you to it.
“thank you baby, but your coffee is always on me.” nanami never fails to make your heart soar everyday.
nanami kento loves so meticulously. he remembers every single thing you love and hate, all your little habits and quirks, and there’s nothing more satisfying to him when he sees the little dimples on your face forms when you smile at him.
though he doesn’t really get the point of trinkets and the cute little collectibles you’re obsessed with, he buys a couple of blind boxes or keychains that remind him of your ‘cuteness’.
you reciprocate the sentiment by sprucing up his apartment bit by bit. when you first met nanami, his bedroom had a bed and a side table.
that’s it, just those two. it actually drove you crazy and decorated WAYY before you guys started dating. it was dead (applicable to his whole apartment) and your presence definitely livened it up.
back to the present, the barista handed over your drinks and it was impossible not to take a picture of nanami to commemorate such day. the both of you sit on the outside area of the café with the prettiest graffiti.
“ken, i have to take your picture and frame this! and ooh, put it in a locket!” nanami poses for the photo and took his phone out to take a picture of you as well.
“how will the locket be completed without you? smile for me, my love.” you pose for photo as well and ran to his side to give him a peck on the cheek.
unbeknownst to you, he captured that cute little moment and since you were a bit later than usual, nanami had the time to grab a couple boxes of new Sonny Angel hippers from your favourite store.
your eyes light up when nanami revealed his little surprise from his briefcase. “i hope i get the crocodile.” usually, his face looks very calm, but he actually looks so excited for this little hipper.
“the hamster is beyond adorable!” you head back to your seat and both of you hurriedly open the blind box. you pout a bit since yours was clearly not the hamster and you can see nanami with a shocked (loosely using the term) face.
“baby, switch.” you were gonna give yours to nanami anyways so you immediately switched.
you gasp. “baby! you got the hamster! gosh she’s so cutesy!”
“and you got me the crocodile.” none of you wasted time and immediately stuck this at the back of your phones. although admittedly, nanami found it bulky but he found it cute first so it’s definitely staying.
“it’s lovely day today, kento.” you smile at him. he extended his arm to you and took the petal in your hair that flew.
“you always make it lovelier.”
#٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و litaerature#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jjk x reader#nanami kento#jjk nanami#nanami x reader#nanami fluff#jujutsu kaisen nanami#nanami x oc#nanami x you#nanami x y/n#hojicha
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finnick odair hcs for reader who loves animals?
finnick odair x reader who loves animals
the first thing to know about finnick is that he never had a pet in his life, not even a puppy when he was a little boy or a fish (since he spent most of his time fishing, he wouldn't have felt comfortable pulling some out of the water while taking care of one at home). finnick never disliked animals, he just wasn't familiar with them.
so, when you came into his life, you turned it upside down. with a house full of loving animals and a mind filled with animal fun facts, you made your way into his sensitive heart and his previously lonely home.
he loves when you tell him everything you know about sea animals. he discovered that turtles are his favorite; so at night, when both of you can't sleep and are just holding each other, staring lovingly and talking nonstop about nothing and everything, you tell him how sea turtles have outlived dinosaurs, how female turtles never forget their home beach, and how they are immune to the sting of most jellyfish.
finnick never knew that cats could be such little devils. he really struggled at first because your mischievous orange cat loved knocking stuff off the table, welcomed him home with scratches, and ran around the house every night until exhaustion got to him, driving a restless finnick nearly to madness. despite their bickering, you know they love each other unconditionally. every time you return from the market, you find them snuggling and napping together; finnick snoring softly while lying down on the couch on his back, and your little guy comfortably situated on finnick's chest, purring his heart out.
when you adopted a guinea pig, finnick insisted on being the one who named him. many names were vetoed, from mags II to robert. “finn, it sounds like he is a working man with a briefcase,” you told him, laughing at his idea. “his close friends could call him bob!!,” he insisted, invested in the idea. in the end, you agreed on naming him triton. “a big name for a big man,” finn said dramatically as he held the little animal in his big hand
bathing your dog was a chaotic experience. persuading your pet wasn't easy, as she knew what treats-leading-to-the-bathroom meant. many attempts later, you resigned and finnick had to carry her into the tub. finnick was assigned the important duty of holding her while you gently wet her with a bucket and applied the shampoo, getting as wet and soapy as your pet. then, without any warning, she started shaking off, splashing water and soap all over you and the bathroom. all soaked and laughing your asses off, your puppy took the opportunity to escape while you were distracted. now, you have soaking clothes, a messy bathroom, and a soapy dog hiding in the kitchen corner.
now a proclaimed animal lover, finnick loves wearing his starfish shirt, owns several colorful crocodile slippers, goes outside with the sole intention of observing the animals passing by, insists on celebrating every one of your pet’s birthdays, and every now and then surprises you with an animal fact you’ve never heard before.
#loved writing this!!#if you have some requests my asks are open!!#i may take a while to answer them because i'm a slow writer#but i will answer them#finnick odair x reader#finnick odair#thg#i have some more asks to answer so i'm going in order
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(for Croc's birthday. For fun. Modern AU because the throuple is so much fun.)
"You can't go home yet."
Crocodile looked up from his briefcase at his business partner in the doorway of his office. No, he was going home, didn't matter who he had to shove out of his way but he was going home, have a glass of something, and go to bed. He was exhausted, it was his birthday, and Buggy got on his last nerve at the 4pm meeting and it was a miracle that fool was still alive.
"Oh, are you going to stop me somehow?"
"I was given strict instructions by Miss Sunny not to let you get home until after 6:35pm."
The taller man narrowed his eyes. Oh, what did his darling wife have planned for him?
"It better not be a surprise party."
"I am under strict orders not to say a word."
That fool Buggy left around five, insisting he had a doctor's appointment to get to while Taron went with him, saying they needed to be there to hold Buggy's hand. Not to mention... Sunny never came by the office today. She almost always brought him lunch and afternoon coffee but today, his birthday, she didn't.
Instead it sounded like she was planning some hellish party.
He checked his watch. It was 5:50. Home was 15 minutes away. What was he supposed to do for 30 minutes then? He looked over at Mihawk. The other man was watching him carefully as Croc shut his briefcase.
"If I arrive before 6:35, what's going to happen?" He challenged as he headed for the door. Mihawk crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes.
"You will break Miss Sunny's heart." He replied cooly. "Which we all know wouldn't be your intent."
Crocodile paused. Damn. Mihawk was really using Sunny against him in that way.
"Then what am I supposed to do until then?"
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They were both in their forties. They didn't get drunk anymore like they did in college. But neither drank like they used to and Crocodile was a little tipsy. He kept enjoying his drinks while dreading the thought of a party in his home. Mihawk drove them home as Croc talked about everything he planned to do to both him and Sunny as his hand was on Mihawk's knee.
"It's my birthday after all."
"Wait until we get home." Mihawk said, making no effort to stop him. "Another few minutes."
"A few minutes is all I need." Croc grinned. "You first, then Sunny, then you and Sunny at the same time."
"Mhm."
The car pulled into the driveway. Crocodile didn't see any other cars but they likely parked elsewhere. He stared up at the house for a moment, the thought of walking into a surprise party made him second guess his plan of coming home. Why would she do such a thing?
Mihawk checked his watch before opening the car door. "It's 6:36, let's go inside."
"Who's here for the party?" Croc sighed. "If Buggy and his little goons are here-"
"Miss Sunny worked hard on this." Mihawk told him. "You'll just have to see for yourself when you come inside."
"Is Taron at least going to be here?" Croc asked as he opened the door. "They can at least keep Buggy in check."
"Let's go find out."
Croc remained in his seat. He didn't want a party. He never asked for it. He knew his wife meant well and thought that this would be fun but a surprise party? Really? He threw her a few when they were first together yet she never managed to get him. He always caught on.
"At least act surprised when you walk in." Mihawk said as he glanced over at him. "She worked hard on this. There was a lot of planning to make it perfect and she's been stressed over it."
Croc rubbed his face and nodded, finally getting out of the car and staring up at the house. He could act surprised for her. He would enjoy himself for her. Just once and never again.
Mihawk led him up to the door, unlocking it and letting the two of them inside. Crocodile braced himself for the crowd of people to jump out and shout at him, something he would have it act nice for a little while. He hated the thought of it. He couldn't believe Sunny would do this.
Mihawk flipped a light on.
Nothing happened except Sunny sticking her head out of the kitchen, eyes lighting up when she saw the two of them.
"You're home!" She exclaimed as she hurried towards them. "Perfect timing, I ordered take out from your favorite restaurant and it just arrived. I have the dining table set for us and I made you a birthday cake."
"Where's the party?" He asked, looking between Mihawk and Sunny. She looked at him funny as she leaned up to kiss him on the cheek.
"Why would I throw you a party when you don't want one?" She asked. "I just asked Hawk to keep you from coming home so I could get dinner ready.'
He looked at Mihawk. The other man shrugged.
"I never said she was throwing you a surprise party."
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Million Dollar Baby (completed), A One Piece fanfiction
Sir Crocodile x OC (male) Words: 40.8k Genre: Comedy, drama, smut, fluff
Summary: Crocodile continues to procrastinate, this time with the opera.
Rated Teen and Up Audiences for mature themes and strong language. Rating changes published per chapter.
Chapter 9
“How is the fit?” Crocodile asked, standing behind him in the mirror to smooth the shoulders of his tuxedo. A surprise gift for an impulsive purchase: two tickets to a show that begun in just a few hours.
He adjusted the bow-tie against his throat, as River fussed with the silk lapels. “It’s a bit wedding-ish, isn’t it? I look like Tuxedo Ken,” he wilted.
“I think you look lovely.” The side of his finger smoothed along the other man’s recently trimmed hairline, just to watch him shiver.
“Here, perhaps a pretty jewel will cheer you up.”
“What’s that mean?” River followed without complaint to his briefcase, where he had stashed a blue, velvet box.
Resting the box on his palm, he revealed a pair of golden cuff-links, polished to see his reflection gaping back at him, and inset with vibrant, silvery-purple stones.
“… For me?” Despite his words, the excited sparkle in his eyes, Crocodile had to remove the cuff-links himself from the box, or he might never have touched them.
“I have a vault here, it makes traveling easier. And I thought this would be perfect for you to wear tonight.” Gentle fingers snapped them into the buttonholes with practiced ease, turning River’s wrists over to catch a glimmer of the light.
“Cut from the same ruby as this one.” His hand flashed the red-violet ring on his middle finger. The same hand caught his palm, coaxing River to give him a little spin, right into his arms so they could meet eyes through his reflection.
“The most beautiful Tuxedo Ken I’ve ever seen.” As quick as Crocodile had embraced him, the warmth of his chest pulled away, and River’s reaching hand fell through the air.
“You’re very sweet tonight. Are you looking forward to the show?” River gave him a simper in hopes it might hide the pink creeping into his cheeks.
“I’ll admit, it’s one of my favorites. Come, it’s a short drive to the airport.”
“Wait—airport? I’ve never been on a plane.”
“I assure you it will be better than your experience with horses.”
~*~ “Das Rheingold? But will I be able to understand it?” River accepted the lobby card and program with one arm threaded through Crocodile’s elbow. Despite the relatively short ride on the small, private plane, they still arrived with only enough time to check in their coats before they had to be off to climb the stairs to their seats.
“The opera has a way of transcending language barriers. Some of it will be in English, so don’t worry too much. If at any point you’re confused, I speak it fluently.”
“Ah, my handsome expert. I’ll be sure to reward you later,” said River, too loudly in the already darkened theater as they entered the balcony. Crocodile’s uncharacteristically charming smile seemed to soothe the other, visibly ruffled patrons, but he still tucked River on his other side, closest to the stage. Propriety be damned, or perhaps just because he liked him, the latter attempted to tuck himself beneath Crocodile’s wing like they might for an afternoon at the cinema.
So, from beneath his arm, and as the curtain rose, the bergamot of River’s perfume lifted beside his whisper. “Thank you for bringing me.”
He gave no answer beside his genuine smile, the chastest kiss to the crown of his head, among the rising of golden light and the opening prelude of a single, sustained chord.
If asked about opera as a genre, River might have said “romance” or “Carmen”, recalling the love-struck duets of his father’s favorites, pressed into a record and played in the evening when he believed his son was in already in bed. But those were always stories of lovers, where a happy ending was never guaranteed, and yet to experience the sweeping rapture of love made even death worth it’s kiss.
Never would he have guessed that Crocodile would take him to an epic. Laid on a foundation of Wagner’s score, built with bricks of leitmotifs, a story of the greed of the Gods for a single piece of gold, risen from the water by a dwarven king whose price for forging a ring from the glittering metal was to renounce all forms of love.
Where River had assumed he would be the one reaching for his handkerchief, beside him, Crocodile’s eyes were the ones shining, not with tears but alight with a boyish delight he had never seen on him. This man was so much younger, surely before he and his parent’s relationship had soured, his program cradled in his hands, and eyes wide with wonder. Not the businessman, not Sir, just… him.
When the curtain finally descended, River stood with the rest of the theater to roar their applause, as if a spell had been broken with the rising of the lights.
“I never imagined you would enjoy that kind of story,” he said while they waited for their coats.
“It’s been years, I had forgotten how much I enjoyed it,” Crocodile replied, hands outstretched to help the navy wool coat over River’s tuxedo, one sleeve at a time.
Forgoing the cab to walk the short distance to the airport presented the perfect excuse to smoke after such a long show, and River offered his lighter to the end of his fine cigar.
“Don’t tell me how much all of this cost, it’ll ruin the nice night.” Beneath the street lamps, his cuff-links winked in their golden glow as he took a long drag off his cigarette.
“Your obsession with cost will be a detriment if you don’t learn to enjoy things.” Dark, peppery tobacco filled the silence.
“I enjoy plenty of things,” River finally argued. When Crocodile took their pause at the crosswalk as an opportunity to loom in his space, River shot a teasing puff of cigarette smoke at his nose. “Like having sex with you.”
“Things you have to buy.”
“Oh, right right. Hmph,” He pretended to think, stubbing out the filter on his cigarette and tucking it back into the pack. “Chocolate-covered strawberries.”
“Twenty-five dollars a plate.”
His startled cough sent his second cigarette flying out of his lips, down the storm drain to his disappointed mewl. “Fuck. Really?! Had I known that, I would have been refusing dessert all this time.”
“Precisely my point. There’s nothing wrong with being frugal, or conscientious, but when it interferes with your enjoyment of life’s pleasures, you have to make a choice: acquire more funds, or suffer. I have never chosen the latter.”
More than anything, he yearned to ask Crocodile what he wants that he can’t buy, but the creeping suspicion his answer would be “nothing” kept him quiet.
“You’re a charming man, River. Beyond your tenacity, any client would be taken by you,” he said, watching River slip his pack back into his coat. “After this week is over, if you need a door opened… I will help you. No strings attached.”
Where does he get off saying something like that all of a sudden?
His swallow stuck to his dry tongue, easily blamed on the cigarette. “What’s gotten into you?” Even to his own ears, his voice sounded strained, foreign and quiet. Relieved.
And why am I so happy?
“It’s the truth. I saw the way you spoke to Vivi. If you put that foot forward, you’ll go extremely far in our industry. Do not lose my card.”
River’s frown loosened around it’s edges, a whisper of a smile as Crocodile gave his attention to the attendant at the airport. Yet, as his thoughts wandered, slipping around the fantasy of him finally graduated, led to an office that was his alone, a creeping doubt took hold of his heart:
Of Crocodile handing him a file, hot from the printer and heavy in his palms.
“Pick the weakest one. It will be your first assignment.”
“Always in that head of yours,” Crocodile mused, breaking him from his thoughts with the brush of his thumb on his cheek. “Come.”
The gentleness of his touch, firm only in how it grounded him, could possess him to chase, run into his arms and never let go. Almost. If only his stomach didn’t swim, the sweat on the back of his neck cooling to a foreboding chill that warred with the warmth in his chest.
I’m sorry that I’m not strong enough to keep your card. Let’s just enjoy the time we have left.
~*~
“Crocodile, what time can I send for the Nefertari’s? Let’s get this signed before the weekend, I’ve got somewhere to be on Sunday,” Doflamingo called to him. After yet another day at the office, still their progress on the contracts could best be described as somewhere between “a minuscule amount” and “none at all”.
“We had planned to sign on Saturday,” Crocodile said, half to the pink menace, half to the notes in front of him.
“You told me to find out what bank was calculating their equity, so I did. Marie Geoise, right here in our very city. One phone call from you can stop that loan, and we can be signed by dinner tomorrow.” His long arm pushed the phone across the table.
One phone call. Another business acquired, his next payday secured with just a few buttons and the sound of his voice.
I don’t like your business practices, you know.
Unacceptable, the River in his mind pleaded, as recently as last night, when his frown twisted with disgust that couldn’t be explained by a stale cigarette, and all that followed Crocodile’s offer was silence. Like it might have been a gift if it came from anyone else.
No one had been allowed to look at him with such pity since he left his parents estate. He supposed it was his fault for reaching across their boundary, for surrendering to emotions beyond mirth and ecstasy.
The phone was in his hand before he could finish scolding himself, the ringing in his ear accompanied by Doflamingo’s cruel giggles.
“Let’s go out to celebrate after. Fuck it, bring that hooker you’ve gotten your dick stuck in, who cares?”
Chapter 10
#one piece#sir crocodile#sir crocodile x oc#x oc#mlm fanfic#oc fanfiction#movie fic#long fic#pretty woman au#silkenspeaks#million dollar baby
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New HC just because:
Growing up, Duncan loved watching jumanji because of all action. It was like a little guilty pleasure of his. Anyway, one of his favorite scenes in the one with the monsoon because of the crocodiles. He’s just always thought it was badass that Alan just jumps in and wrestles it without a second thought.
It gives a pretty sweet (and funny) reason as to why he’s so ready to just help Courtney out when the alligator takes the briefcase.
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Brought to you by me, who is currently watching it and thought of this when Sarah was like, “You wrestled an alligator for me.” And Alan just had to correct her and say, “Crocodile.”
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Lingshan Hermit: Step Out of the Walls that Cause You Suffering
About twenty years ago when I was still in elementary school, I had to walk between home and school every day. At that time, I was very particular about how I dressed. I was recognized as the cleanest student in my class. This honor intensified my obsession. (For example, if someone tells you “you look sexy,” wouldn’t you continue to dress up in order to get more compliments?) Before going out, if I found any dirt on my clothes (like toothpaste accidentally dripping on my chest when I was brushing my teeth), I would insist on changing that piece of clothing. Even if I couldn’t change, I had to wipe it completely clean before going out. I couldn’t imagine how others would see me if I went to school wearing clothes like that. At that time, I took this matter very seriously.
At that time, I had many other similar habits. For example, I couldn’t tolerate my messy hair at school. I always combed them neatly.
However, more than ten years later today, things have changed. I may go out to buy things without washing my face or looking in the mirror. I may wander wearing slippers. I may wear the same piece of clothing for months. I don’t care at all about others’ perception of me. In my room, you can hardly find a comb.
Compared to myself more than ten years ago, I seem to be two different people now. The me from more than ten years ago would be horrified by the present me.
In fact, even if you smear toothpaste on your face, not many may actually pay attention to you, let alone just a speck of toothpaste dripped on your chest. But you were worried about it.
This illustrates a few things. At least it proves that one can change so much as to become unrecognizable to oneself. It also shows that I have been freed from certain notions. You can also say that I have successfully escaped. Unfortunately, not everyone is like this. Every time my mother sees me wearing slippers while carrying a briefcase, she becomes hysterical. She thinks I should not appear in public wearing slippers and carrying a briefcase. It is very inconsistent and damages my image. She still insists to this day, which shows she is still imprisoned.
It is not just my mother. Many others are also trapped and surrounded by their own notions and thoughts, unable to break free. So when I don't intend to do as my mother says, she gets angry.
Buddhism believes everyone is imprisoned by ignorance. We cling to many things. We would think that wearing slippers with a tie is inelegant. We would also think wearing a red top with blue pants is a terrible match. Of course, you can't say pants or slippers cause you pain. It is your clinging to the notion that a red top can't match blue pants that causes you pain. Things don't always appear the way you imagine. You expect a rabbit to appear but what appears may be a crocodile instead.
I believe you must also have similar clinging now. For example, you can't tolerate someone humming songs at work. You also can't tolerate behaviors that violate your moral standards. You may even be intolerant of clumsy people operating machines you are familiar with. You would also cling to what time your husband should come home. If he doesn't come home when he should, you would feel anxious and suffer. I know many women who have to lock themselves in the room to dress up before appearing in public every day. But if you practice Buddhism for a while, these things may become less important. Of course I'm not advocating you be as sloppy as me.
What was important in the past has become less important now, or even completely unimportant. What you once believed absolutely right, you no longer insist on now. This shows you have successfully escaped. However, we need to break through many barriers. You may no longer cling to one thing but you could cling to another. Some people can't even tolerate footprints on the floor of their homes. For those who cling as such, sometimes you can pour a bucket of manure on her floor to lessen her clinging.
You should know many people, like our mothers, cling to all sorts of illusory things and fret over them, thus trapped in cages. You have the responsibility to guide them to escape. You should tell them these things are not as serious as they imagine. Even if you go out with food stains on your chest or wearing underwear while carrying a briefcase, no one would behead you in public. So there is no need to worry about it. A red top can match blue pants after all. All human suffering stems from clinging. People often fight and kill to prove their clinging is the only right one to others.
When you cling to a clean floor, if I spit on the floor of your home, you would get angry and suffer. In fact, the issue is not that serious. Just mop it and it would be fine. But sometimes you react as if it's the end of the world.
We all need to learn to escape, which means to step out of the walls that cause you suffering.
Original blog post on May 1, 2007 at http://blog.sina.com.cn/lingshanjushi
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灵山居士:从那些造成你痛苦的围墙中走出来
在大约二十年前,我还在上小学,每一天我都要在学校和家之间走来走去。那时候的我是个非常讲究衣着的人,我被公认为是全班最干净的学生,这项殊荣加深了我的执著(假如一个人对你说:你真性感。你是不是会继续打扮以便获取更多的赞誉?),在我出门之前假如发现我的衣服上有一点脏东西的话(比如刷牙时不小心滴在胸口的牙膏),我就会坚持换掉那件衣服,即使不能换掉我也要把它彻底擦干净才会走出去。我不能想像穿着那样的衣服去上学别人会如何看待我。那时候我把这件事看的很严重。
那时候的我还有很多其他类似的习惯,比如我不能容忍自己头发乱糟糟的出现在学校里。我总是把它们梳的整整齐齐。
不过在十几年后的今天,情况有所改观,我可能不洗脸不照镜子就跑出去买东西,也可能穿着一双拖鞋行走江湖,可能把一件衣服穿上几个月。对周围人的观感毫不在乎。在我的屋��里,你几乎无法找到一把梳子。
相对于十几年前的那个人,这似乎是两个人。十几年前的我会对现在的我感到触目惊心。
事实上,即使你把牙膏涂在脸上也未必会有人真的去注意你,更不用说仅仅是滴在胸口的牙膏。而你却在为这个烦恼担心。
这件事可以说明一些东西,这至少可以证明一个人可以变的连自己都认不出来。还说明我从某种观念里解脱了出来,也可以说,我越狱成功。很遗憾,不是所有的人都是这样,我的母亲每次看到我穿着一双拖鞋提着公文包就会变得歇斯底里,她认为我不应该穿着拖鞋提着公文包出现在大庭广众之下,这非常不和谐,会有损我的形象。她至今仍旧坚持己见,这说明她仍旧还在狱中。
不止是我的母亲,还有很多其他的人。他们也都身陷狱中,他们被自己的观念想法包围着无法突围。所以当我不打算照我母亲说的做的时候,她就会生气。
佛教认为我们每个人都被无明囚禁,我们执著很多东西,我们会认为穿着拖鞋打领带是不雅的。我们还会认为红色的上衣配蓝色的裤子是非常不搭调的。当然,你不能说时裤子或者拖鞋造成你的痛苦,只是你对红色上衣不能配蓝色裤子这一观念的执著造成你的痛苦。事物并不总是照你想像的方式出现。你期待出现一只兔子,但是出现的可能是条鳄鱼。
我相信你目前也一定有着类似的各种执著,比如你不能容忍某人上班的时候哼歌,也不能容忍那些超越你的道德观的行为。你甚至不能容忍那些在你看来笨手笨脚的人操作你熟悉的机器。你还会执著于你老公回家的时间,假如他在该回来的时候不回来,你就会焦虑,痛苦。我知道很多女人每天出现在众人之前都要把自己关在屋子里一段时间打扮自己,不过如果你修佛一段时间可能这些就变得不太重要了。当然我并不鼓励你象我一样邋遢。
过去重要的,现在已经变的不那么重要,甚至根本不重要。过去你认为绝对正确的,现在你也不再坚持。这说明你越狱成功。不过我们需要突破很多关口,也许你不再执著这个,不过你可能会执著那个。有些人甚至不能容忍自己家的地板上出现脚印,对待这样的执著者,你有时候可以在她的屋子里倒上一桶大粪,这会减少她的执著。
你应该知道,有很多人,如我���的母亲一样,他们执著种种虚幻的东西,并为此而患得患失。他们因此而身陷牢笼。你有责任引导他们越狱。你要告诉他们,这些事并不是象他们想像的那么严重,即使你胸口沾着饭粒跑出去,即使你穿着内裤拎着公文包,也不会有人把你当街斩首,所以你大可不必为此而忧心。红色的上衣并非不可以配蓝色的裤子。人类的痛苦都来自执著,他们经常为了向别人证明自己的执著是唯一正确的而打打杀杀。
当你执著于干净的地板的时候,假如我往你们家地板上吐口痰。你就会生气,痛苦。事实上,问题不是那么严重,只要拿拖把拖一下就好了,但是有时候你却表现的好像世界末日来了。
我们每个人都要学会越狱,所谓的越狱就是从那些造成你痛苦的围墙中走出来。
2007-5-1
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Lunar, an assassin working for the Commission, finds themselves paired up with a local legend for a mission. The man being none other than Five Hargreeves, and the mission? Ensuring the assassination of John F. Kennedy is a success. Of course, Five and Lunar both have their secrets, but how long will it be until they come out?
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“Now, you both know why I have paired you two up for this mission, don't you?” The Handler asked. The gray-haired man sitting next to me glanced at me. This gray-haired man was Five Hargreeves. I met his gaze as we shared a confused look.
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“Its ‘they’.” I responded.
“What?” The Handler asked.
“I have reminded you countless times. My pronouns are they/them.” I notified her.
“Right.” She responded in an insincere way. “Well, I shouldn’t keep you waiting.” She responded. “Five, scamper along and ready the briefcase from the closet. Lunar, you hang back a sec.” She ordered. Five left the office as the Handler shot me a piercing look. “You will never undermine me in front of anyone else ever again, or I will tell everyone about your little secret. Starting with that Hargreeves boy. Do you understand me?” She asked.
“Yes, ma’am” I responded.
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