#fourth this is why i dont go for basic white girls it was just like. so unsexy

[chaos-coming]

There was this reeally annoying drunk white girl(tm) at the bar during my shift last night, and she kept requesting the Absolute Worst Music saying she wanted to dance, and if i didnt put on her shitty miley cyrus song or w e. shed come back 10 minutes later whining wheres my song. Firstly how do you dance to that (the answer was. very badly).

Second, girlie i hate to break it to you but youre not being cute. Clearly thought she was tho, in like peak Drunk White Girl behavior, whining and falling over the bar and after the 3rd 'last song' i just turned the music off to save my ears. And all i could think is, thank fuck i actually have taste

[fipindustries]

so this is happening.

for those who are not argentinian and lack context, mafalda is a comic strip from the sixties similar to peanuts, if peanuts was, let say, a hundred and sixty seven times more overtly political. its an absolute classic here and a staple of everyone's childhoods.

and its getting an animated adaptation in netflix. i will proceed now to explain all the reasons why this is a terrible idea: (most of these reasons will be either a) it will never do justice to the experience i had as a kid reading the comic and b) i dont trust the argentinian animation industry to do a good job with it)

first of all, and the author agrees with me on this one, mafalda cannot be voiced. she has the voice of whoever reads her in their mind. if she were to be given the voice of a specific 6 year old girl that would no longer be mafalda

second, mafalda is too of her time, she is a girl from the 60's, growing up in the specific political context of the 60's. but noone will have the balls to actually set her show in the 60's because current generations of children "would not find it reletable" or some other such bullshit. we will see mafalda with a smartphone and im going to kill myself when that happens

third, i have to keep on stressing about the politics of mafalda, she was contantly talking about communism vs capitalism, about cuba and fidel castro, about the pope, about the vietnam war, about the economy, about poverty, about goberment corruption, about nuclear war. again i dont see any studio with the spine or the guts or the most basic piece of human rectitude to actually touch on those topics the way they deserve

fourth, it will not be animated properly. mafalda was strictly a black and white comic, it was never colored, so the jump to color is going to be jarring. on top of that quino's line art was very characteristic and an integral part of the comic style, that wont translate either. but most important of all, from what we can see of that teaser, it looks like they are going to do it in cel shaded 3D. which is just. no. absolutely not. it kills the entire spirit of the original comic. is going to look like shit. in the last couple of years animation studios have pushed cel shaded 3d anmation to its limits, giving us masterpieces like spiderverse or the puss in boots and even the latest fairy odd parents show. argentinian animation is not there yet. is not even close. we are not getting that. we are getting the cheap ass, ugly ass, basic bitch 3d cel shaded of a shovelware anime pushed out by some third rate anime studio.

i just dont see any way this can be good. its going to suck and the world will be a worse place for it.

[kamiversee]

IK THIS ISNT GOING TO HAPPEN BUT I HAD SUCH A GOOD THOUGHT! Imagine this whole book was actually a movie that they were filming. So gojo, choso, sukuna, the reader and everyone else are just actors. So like when the book ends, it’s interrupted by a “Cut!” and then everybody js breaks character and start telling eachother great work and congratulating everyone for finally finishing this movie. And gojo and the reader are actually close friends so while everyone’s busy cleaning up and getting ready to go home, he asks her if she could get him his bag from his dressing room. She says sure and makes her way there. She enters the room and spots his bag, while picking it up, a book falls out. Originally, she was going to grab it and js place it back inside but her curiosity gets the best of her and she opens it. She realizes its a journal and while she’s skimming through it, shes giggling to herself at the first silly pages her best friend had written. But then she gets to a rather odd page. Covering the whole sheet, leaving no spaces of white whatsoever, is her name. Just her name. Over and over again. And it went on for atleast 4 pages. After turning the fourth page, she finds something very disturbing. The funny and silly man you knew as your good friend had written about how obsessed he was with you. He wrote that he would look forward to seeing you everyday, obsessed with your scent, hair, eyes, legs, hands, mouth, etc. Basically every single part of you. While you kept reading it, it js kept getting weirder and weirder. When you turned the page, there was hair taped to the book. YOUR hair. SEVERAL strands. Your face twisted in disgust and your hand flew to your mouth. There was more writing on the next page and smth disturbing had caught your eye at the end of the entry. “If you think about it, I really don’t have to do much acting for this role. Part of it is being an obsessive freak who would do anything for the woman he loves. And that’s exactly me. Can you really blame me? Look at her. Shes so pretty. Especially when she’s sleeping. But lately she’s been getting a little too close to Choso..i really don’t like that. But it’s fine! I’ve gotten rid of that problem already so i dont think he’ll be talking to her anymore..” Her eyes grow wide and you realize..Choso hasn’t been here these past few days. Someone had called in saying he was sick and wouldn’t be showing up for the last few scenes you guys had to film…that’s why you never grew worried. But now..now you know that choso was probably never sick. Oh god..was he..? Before you could finish your thought, someone broke you out of your trance. “what are you doing.” Your head slowly turned towards the door of your room and there stood gojo, lifeless, serious look on his face. You couldn’t speak. He continued to stare at you with dead eyes until he smiled at you. A wide creepy smile. “Guess you know my little secret now, huh? Sweets.”

GIRL WHY DID U JUST WRITE A WHOLE ASS SPINOFF?😭🙏 This was good wth?

& funny because I like to think of all my fics as movies that I’m directing & everyone’s just an actor💀

I do rlly love this concept tho, 10/10, ty for this <3

[deadpoetsam]

Leatin-

They r back from the island and leah&this one girl from her english class wont stop talking nd chatting about poetry and what-not, fatin is obisly jealous but wont say anything ? I dont know where im going with this,I just need jealous leatin lol

Thanks for the prompt anon!! Okay so I took the liberty of adding some angst, but it ends really fluffy. Also they are already dating.

"So, what do you think about Keats?"

This was the fourth time this hour. Yes, Fatin was counting. The blonde girl is basically sitting in Leah's lap (maybe a bit overdramatic, but they are sitting very close). She keeps talking to Leah, discussing poetry with her, batting her eyelashes and smiling sweetly. It makes Fatin's blood boil, her whole body was tense. Why the fuck did the teacher have to split them up?

Leah is clearly oblivious to the girls intend, she's just happy to have someone to talk to about poetry. That thought makes Fatin's heart hurt. This is exactly why Leah shouldn't be with her, because there are white girls with strawberry blonde hair and perfect bonestructure who like to discuss Keats and Virginia Woolf. Who would be so much better for her. No stop thinking like that. Leah loves you. And really you shouldn't be sulking.

But then, the girl leans in and whispers something in Leah's ear. Leah bursts out laughing and it takes all the strength in Fatin's body not to storm out of the classroom right there and then. Her hands grip the table, all she sees is red. The bell rings like a fucking gift from heaven and Fating grabs her bag and basically runs out of the room.

Okay maybe she's overreacting but that was so obviously flirting. Leah probably scored a date, okay no, Leah wouldn't do that. Well, she should. She looked happier. Way happier than Fatin could ever make her. All the tips her therapist gave her for self deprecating thoughts are thrown out of the window, and Fatin's on the brink of a breakdown. Ofcourse she's going to leave, what the hell did you expect. And ofcourse a blonde bitch would come along and take her, it's no suprise.

"Hey! Wait up!"

She hears Leah but chooses to ignore her, insteads she keeps walking as quickly as she can on these heels. She barges into the first bathroom she sees and immediately grips the sink, breathing heavy. She checks over her shoulder, and there's no one here. God she's in deep. Sobs come out of her mouth involuntarily. She makes the mistake of looking into the mirror. All she can see is her dad. Dammit. She lets go of the sink and walks into a stall instead. Anything better than a mirror.

She puts the lid down and sits on top of it, pulling her knees to her chest. She really thought she was stronger than this. But seeing that fucking perfect girl, talking to Leah about fucking love poems makes her see red. Jesus, she's in love. Fatin Jadmani is in love with Leah Rilke. They haven't even talked about love yet, just seeing where things go first. Jesus she's fucked. If seeing Leah talk to a girl can mess her up this much, what the hell would happen if Leah left? Okay, that hurts her too much to give further thought. Okay, focus. Get back to yourself and woman the fuck up. You survived living on an island in the middle of nowhere for 2 fucking months, you can deal with jealousy.

As it turns out, maybe she can't. The moment she finds Leah after her classes, she's talking to the blonde girl again. Fatin curls her fists as she sees them laugh. Okay, Leah is allowed to have friends. She takes a deep breath and walks up to them. She slings her arm around Leah, who immediately melts into the touch.

"Hi, where were you in our break?" Leah says softly.

"Oh just the library, had to bring back some books."

Technically it wasn't a lie, she did turn in some books, but only after having a breakdown about the girl awkwardly standing a few feet away. A little white lie never hurt anybody.

"So, who's this?" Fatin says, pointing to the blonde.

Leah smiles, "This is Emma, she's in English Lit with us."

"Yeah I was just leaving, I'll text you Leah!"

Those words burn right through Fatin's chest. Okay, breathe in, breathe out. Just friends. The girl leaves, Leah waves. The moment she's gone, she fully engulfs Fatin in a hug. She eventually pulls back and kisses Leah softly.

"You give every girl your phone number?" She tries really hard not to sound jealous.

Leah looks confused, then she stares wide-eyed and laughs, "Fatin, are you jealous?"

"No! That's- That's not-" Fatin stammers.

"You totally are!" Leah laughs loudly, "You do realize that blondes aren't my type right? And that I'm not into anyone except you?"

Fatin hides her face in Leah's neck, pulling her closer by her waist.

"Tell me that again."

"What?"

"That you're only into me."

"Fatin Jadmani, you are the only person for me."

Fatin's chest feels warm. She kisses Leah again, her hands tangling in her hair. They probably are making people gag with their PDA, but Fatin doesn't really give a damn, not this time. Leah definitely doesn't complain.

[troop52]

do u !!! have any character theme songs for the troop boys? Like any songs you think really fits them (and why u think it fits)?

THATS A GREAT QUESTION!!

Before I get into it Im going to plug this collaborative Troop Playlist on Spotify, feel free to add onto it!! Continuing with my picks

I think a lot of the songs I associate with The Troop in general are just because I happened to listen to them around the same time I got into the book in the first place (So they could only be tangentially related BUT only if you squint hard) Example: Drunk by The Living Tombstone, cant really tie it into the story but in my mind its linked Some better, more fitting songs under the cut (Side note its LONGGG IM SORRY... Also its all YouTube links because some of these arent on Spotify :'^()

Disclaimer -Like 95% of my choices arent really a "These lyrics match up exactly 1 to 1" but more of an overall "the vibe/general idea its trying to capture lines up" type thing. If that makes sense.

Its Alright by Jack Stauber: Kind of self explanatory, I think its a perfect song for these guys. From "It's alright, I'm here, Everything's alright, Feels weird but calm, I wanna hear It's alright" to the whole sound of it- its all great. Equal parts distressing and sad with an almost eerie calmness to it. Despite it all theyre gonna be alright, right?

The Second Little Piggy by Worthikids: Another one that I think is sort of self explanatory- at least with the chorus. "If my brain turns to mush, If the shit hits the fan, Will you be my friend?" Kind of the falling apart of everything, specifically their relationships, in light of the incident.

Poor George by James Supercave: Another case of "listened to at the same time I read the book" BUT I was actually making a Troop PMV script with that song. I never finished it but maybe Ill revisit it... just for you

Cold Summer by Le Matos ft Computer Magic: I dont even think this takes place in the summer but the VIBES and also it came from Summer of 84, which is another good piece of murder boy media.

Treehouse by Alex G ft Emily Yacina: This is a Eef and Max type of song because they are bffs and thats final. Basic song because Im not creative, but I think its a nice heart to heart theyd have (with Eef doing the talking)

Fifteen Minuets by Nick Krol: On the flipside heres a song that goes with Eef and Maxs friendship fracturing, once again more from Eefs side than Maxs. THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTINGGG

As far as songs for the boys as individuals hmmm thats a good one that I havent thought about as much...

MAX + The Ghosts by The Real Tuesday Weld: That survivors guilt... lyrics arent like a perfect match but I think it gets that sort of hollow feeling across. Hes haunted man... + Final Girl by Electric Youth: Ok its a little funny because har har Final Girl Trope but I mean HE IS ONE. ANd dont look at me its a nice song- "Others were gone, and you kept going on, You know they never really noticed, you were always different, One by one, They're all done, And you're the last one standing" + Going Grazy by Lonesome Wyatt and the Holy Spooks: HONESTLY this could go for all the characters but Im tagging it onto Max because hes the one who has to deal with the aftermath of losing everyone (sorry survivors guilt Max again </3) "Everyone's saying my mind is unsound, 'Cause I always see you when you aren't around" "They're gonna wrap me in a jacket of white, And lock me away in a room without light" is what cements it as a Max song for me

EEF + The Existential Threat by Sparks: Once again starting sad, I link this one specifically to his paranoia about the worms- especially with lines like "Can't they see the existential threat is on its way". Kind of exasperated no one else can see the danger (he thinks) hes in. + Wrecking Ball by Mother Mother: I know I know its basic but I cant help it!!! Eef anger issues arc we are shaking hands me too + Haunted by Laura Les: Eef struggles with people seeing him as "just like his father" and I think we can get some good angst out of this track if we keep that in mind. Especially the back half of the song with lyrics like "Do you think I'm frightening?" and "Mirrors shatter when I'm passing, broken glass and crashing" since he is just a reflection of his dad (to others at least). Also song good.

KENT + Goodbye Mr A by The Hoosiers: Mfw the disillusionment with authority sets in. I think the vibe fits when he had that little epiphany about how adults are fucked- not perfect but it gets the idea across me thinks. + I'm Gonna Win by Rob Cantor: Ties into his need to "win" aka be the best at everything, be in charge, all that jazz! Hell do whatever it takes to be successful, even if it hurts. That was a little emo + Toba the Tura by Forgive Durden ft Chris Conley: Not to be emo again but "They say you're gifted, well I just see a scared kid. They must have flipped it, your skills are latent. O, you snuffed the glow. Replaced it with coals. Threw away the throne... This mess that you've made, it's a six-foot grave. It's a home for your lonesome bones that remain. We'll disappear, but you'll stay here to rot" AND SO ON AND SO FOURTH representing his fall after it was revealed he was sick. He was referred to as "the uncrowned king" and was on top of the world but then POOF that all crumbled and it was made out that he basically deserved what happened to him. It would be fun to make a pmv of him with this song (Simplifying my thoughts a bit because Ive already written a LOT)

NEWT + I Earn My Life by Lemon Demon: Ok a little Kentcore but Im actually having a hard time coming up with songs for Newton so here we are, they can share. Newt existential crisis moment time I guess + Know How by The Crane Wives: POV Newt struggles with going through with the plans he makes to keep everyone safe (stopping Max from touching Kent, going back into the cabin, etc) "I am not brave, I am not brave, I keep my focus on what is safe, You drew a line, made up your mind, And now I'm struggling to realize" And also maybe struggling with his place in the group and as a person in general- all that living through his cousin thing. "I gotta wrap my head around, What my heart is telling me, I've been trying to drown it out, Just because I know what I am, I am supposed to do now, Doesn't mean I know, Doesn't mean I know how" + On The Outside by Oingo Boingo: Idk man. Hes on the outside lookin in!! Loner nerd!! Its ok though, we still love him

SHEL + Bad Blood by Creature Feature: The lyrics speak for themselves: "I can guarantee I will do evil things, The only way that you can stop me now, Is if you put me in the ground, Somewhere I'll never be found" + Frontier Psychologist by The Avalanches: Hinges on the fact that the principal or whoever was like "Your sons a freak" and Shels mom was like "HES PERFECTLY FINE" while Shelley was like dismembering an animal or something + Johnny by American Murder Song: The songs good but theres this ONE LYRIC that sucks so the link provided is an edited version and also a lovely Warriors oc video I think you should all enjoy and support <3 Anyway Shel would be Johnny I could see this song being a scene in the book. Field trip to Shels house and they find his murder garden

If anyone wants more for Im not opposed to making another post :^)

[redwoodrroad]

tagged by

@krystha

​ to answer some guild wars 2 questions! putting it under a tag because i think it’ll get a little long <3 thank you for tagging me!!

1. Do you have an idea before or after creating a character? normally i have a basic frame for creating a character, but i primarily get most of the characterization beats after i’ve made them. i remember in making my dragon age characters, i had an idea for what they should look like, but i let the story take me through the types of people they would end up becoming, and for being my first introduction to making characters that would stick with me for many many years, i think i adopted the same process for making other game characters like my dragonborn and then my guild wars 2 fellas too

for instance, i knew when i first made Arkus way way back when the game first came out that i wanted a pretty green fella who threw fire, etc; then as i progressed through the character creation and through making personal story decisions, i realized i was being drawn towards a particular characterization for him, one that’s sort of a know-it-all who loosens up over the course of his arc, etc

2. Which race is your favorite to imagine a story about?

probably sylvari! there’s a lot of really interesting stuff about them, and i get a lot of soulmate vibes out of the dream ;u;

3. Which race is your favorite to customize?

i primarily play human and sylvari but dhfgdjfghk i really dont do a lot of customizing unless it’s for specific character purposes? im not sure i do have a favorite! all of my characters have an aesthetic or color scheme i attach to them, and i might update them sometimes to closer approach that aesthetic vision i have for them. Arkus is dressed in whites and teals with the occasional tiny detail of red, and his mounts follow a similar scheme (his raptor i actually made to look like the moon); Eridunis is dressed in red and gold with the occasional tiny detail of green, and his mounts, again, follow the same scheme, and some of them are made to look like the sun

across my other characters, ive done similar things, and i think theyre all really fun to customize in their own ways!

4. Does the profession play a role in the visual?

yes! although not always in like an obvious way. Arkus is a weaver, he uses a staff, he now has the bifrost, so his outfit in many ways matches that. Eridunis is a Reaper, he uses a greatsword, he now has sunrise, so that follows his sun motif.

5. Do you often use the same faces?

i dont have a lot of characters rip lol they all have pretty different faces. i have 2 sylvari, one guy and one girl; 2 humans, both guys but one is meant to look significantly older, so they have very different faces (and i made the older man out to look like a particular character from another game; 2 norn, both guys, one i modeled after my skyrim character and the other i definitely made to look very different; and 1 charr guy, so like. clearly he’s on his own haha

6. Do you often use the same skin colors?

for three of my human-looking characters, they have lighter skin, so i guess yes in that case, but two of them were based on other characters who themselves have light skin. the fourth is Eridunis, and i specifically designed him to look Cuban, to match my family

as for the sylvari, i definitely designed them to have very different aesthetics and very different skin colors. one is green, and the other is sort of purple-ish

7. Do you often use the same tattoos? only two of my characters have tattoos in guild wars 2, both of them definitely different

8. Do you use the sliders for the face or not? yes! i definitely adjusted some things around for i think most of my characters

9. Do you bother to pick colors for the starter armor or not? oh absolutely--like i said, i always have an aesthetic im going for with the character, and i might not actually know what that aesthetic is until i get to that stage of character creation. i try to make each very different anyway!

10. Do you pick carefully the choices for your character base story? for Arkus and Eridunis, yes; i always try very hard to choose things that will align with my ideas for their personalities. and i still wish we had those emotional responses too!! Arkus was always the diplomatic / crown persona; Eridunis was always the charismatic / heart persona with a little bit of the diplomacy later, as he gets more mature

11. If no, is it always the same choices (ie. easiest to complete)? for my other characters, i dont really do story stuff! so i tend to go with what’s easiest or what’s most neutral. although i did make the choice in Amnoon to side with Joko’s army once, and once without taking any help (my primary choice for Amnoon was to invite the Sunspears), only to forward that achievement in the hero panel

12. Do you not bother at all and only use a makeover kit once in game? ive only used makeover kits like..... potentially once. i used it to revamp my sylvari girl and give her a slightly different vibe. i like where my characters are at right now, but i’ve considered altering some of my other characters too a couple times. i might go through with it one day but im happy for now!

13. Do you like/use exclusive faces/hairstyles more? nope! i think i have an exclusive color on my aforementioned sylvari girl, but i’ve considered using an exclusive hairstyle for one of my nords, but i just havent decided it yet

14. Outfit or armor? both for different characters! Eridunis has worn the same outfit for some time now, but Arkus flits between several outfits and even one armor set (the outfits are for different environments, the armor is for when he’s in Research Mode). other characters i primarily have wearing armor, but most of them have like their “favorite outfit” that i might occasionally put them in

15. Do you stick with one armor for each character or do you change a lot? like i said in the last answer, Eridunis wears one outfit all the time and never changes (although i might update the colors sometimes); Arkus was wearing one armor set for a while and would wear an outfit in certain environments, and then i upgraded him to a different outfit, and most recently ive updated him to yet another outfit; the others i have even more flexibility with, i’ll sometimes change what they’re wearing if i find something i think will look good on them. sometimes i even look through the armor in the bank wardrobe, whether i have a skin or not, and i’ll internally plan out what i should work towards obtaining later

16. If yes, why? Is it for “RP” reasons or just aesthetic ones? aesthetic!

17. Do you have a timeline for your characters (ie. date of birth, armors throughout the story)? oh yes.... but only for Arkus and Eridunis primarily. Sibheal, my sylvari girl, sometimes fits in, but i haven’t worked out the details on her yet

18. Is there a title you use more than another? it changes from character to character, but yes for each

19. If yes, which one and why? Eridunis is “Romantic” but sometimes i put “Emissary of the Mad King” on him for halloween; other times i’ll use “The Inevitable” if im feeling spicy

Arkus is always “Archaeologist”, i know Morten is “Bounty Hunter,” and i believe Sibheal is “The Blazing Light.” the others i cant remember but i keep the same ones on them, each of them different from each other but mostly unchanging

20. What is a big difference from when you started the game to now in regard of characters creation (ie. going faster, going slower, making bold choices, settling on a particular style, etc)? again, i dont really create a lot of characters, but i’ve always taken my time... i think if anything it has become easier to settle on an aesthetic because i know i’ll be able to update things like armor and color later, to get closer to the vibe i envision. the last character i made was modeled after a character in a different game, so naturally i built his look to follow that particular aesthetic and wardrobe (after finishing character creation of course)

[serenhyunjinity]

serial killer! seungmin

“they never suspect the seemingly innocent people”

word count: 2400+

“Another body was found in an alley behind a korean bbq restaurant, it has been confirmed that this murder had been related to the two strangelings that happened just two weeks ago” the news blasted through out of the bar, customers that were barely sober listened diligently at the surprising article. Sure, news like this would bother anyone living in the area but to y/n, being a barmaid who worked long night shifts and left work within the deep, dark night, this for sure was one of her biggest fears.

It was almost closing hour, groups of intoxicated individuals scrambled out into the night, leaving the remaining staff residing inside of the rundown bar to clean and hang around until the time would eventually hit 3am. Y/n sat on the bar stool, listening to whatever felix was rambling about whilst attempting to pass time, whilst Mina was stacking away the remaining glasses into the cabinets beneath the bar table. Although, all that filled the young girls mind was the fact she had to walk home, two hours after the body of a girl her own age was found just minutes away from her apartment building. It would be fine right?

“Are you sure you don’t want me to call you a cab?” Felix worriedly asked the girl standing before him, although this did not change her mind in even the slightest. “Well i just don’t want to turn on the news and see that my best co worker had been crowned the fourth victim of this freak”, felix was worried, I mean who wouldn’t be when their best friend was about to risk her life when she could easily prevent it.

“Felix, im fine, my apartment is only five minutes away and it's just a waste of money to get a cab” y/n was never easy to persuade when it comes to situations like these. Money was precious after all, being a barmaid wasn't particularly the best paying job around. “I’ll call you when im back, i promise” and with that, the girl was out of the door.

Stepping out of the doors of the bar, a chilling breeze hit y/n like a truck, her face scrunching in discomfort. Sighing to herself, she began to walk through the poorly lit street, turning towards the separate road which was connected to the street she was on.

Quiet. It was way too quiet. The silence that filled the air caused y/n to stop in her tracks and look around in curiosity. Why did it feel like she wasn't alone? No, dont be stupid, you’re just paranoid because of the news a couple of hours before. Although, as soon as the girl began to walk, a rustle of leaves made her immediately stop in her tracks. Wind y/n, it’s the wind! Breathing in and out one last time, y/n began to continue her way home, until a hand suddenly grabbed hers.

“Why are you out here at this time? Haven't you seen the news?” an unfamiliar voice rang in her ears, though it didn't sound like the typical dodgy man you would expect to see roaming around at 3am. His voice was sweet and was young? Is that even a good way of describing a voice, whatever. Spinning on her heels, y/n was faced with a boy around her age, dressed in a white shirt and faded blue jeans. Why was he out here so late? His bright smile caused her heart to swell, how could a complete stranger have this much of an effect on her? “Did you hear me? Want me to walk you home?”

The strangers voice caused her to snap out of her deep thoughts and focus on answering the attractive boy standing before her. “You don't need to, I only live a few minutes away from here, but thank you for the offer” with a slight bow, she turned but only found the stranger walking at the same pace as her, basically hip to hip. It wasn't like she was going to complain after the boy blatantly didn't listen to her reply, he seemed pretty trustworthy anyway.

Silence. Although it was different from a few minutes ago, the uncomfortable atmosphere was replaced with one that was comfortable. Arriving at the familiar apartment building somehow brought a sense of sadness within the girls gutt as she turned towards the kindhearted boy who had taken his time out of his night to make sure she was safe.

“Thank you for walking me home, is there any way I could repay you?” the boy looked up in thought, which gave the girl enough time to look at his eyes. They were a deep brown, almost like bottomless pits but something seemed so off with them, it was almost as though they held no emotion and were dead, at least on the inside. His eyes were the complete opposite of his exterior, which sent a shiver down her spine, after all the eyes were the door to the soul, as her grandmother would continuously say.

“How about a date with the cute barmaid I came across on my way home?” he winked slightly, causing a slight blush to form on the girls cheeks which were pale from the cold air previously.

“Deal, I would love to go on a date with the cute boy who walked me home at 3am” a chuckle left her lips as he smiled back at her. And that was that, he turned his back to leave. “Wait! I never caught your name” y/n called out, causing the not so much of a stranger to turn his head, the smile on his lips still gracing everyone with their precience, despite her being the only one there.

“Seungmin. Kim Seungmin” he replied, wow even his name was enough to cause butterflies to flutter inside of her stomach. Entering her apartment, the dark hallway brightened up with the flick of a switch, as she quickly scrambled to get ready to sleep for another few hours. But suddenly a thought crossed her mind.

How did he know she was a barmaid when she was in her casual clothing and was minutes away from the bar? She had never seen him there before, or at all in fact.

-

It was the day of the date, well technically it was the same day that she met seungmin but still, she was going on a date with a cute stranger. Sitting in the cafe, a warm cup of coffee placed in between her hands as she patiently waited for the boy to arrive. Looking out of the window, almost on cue, the familiar looking boy appeared, wearing a pale blue beret that covered a majority of his head. Stepping into the quiet cafe, his smile lit up the whole room as he sat in front of the girl who returned his beaming smile with one of her own.

“Sorry, I would've came earlier but something came up” he sounded out of breath, until something caught y/n’s eye, blood. It was only a small patch, placed between his two fingers on his left hand. It seemed as though she wasn't very subtle about her glances though, as seungmin followed her curious gaze and stared at his own hand. “I had a major nose bleed, it bled onto my top so i had to quickly change”.

Y/n, how could you be so stupid? Dismissing the unusual blood stain, her focus shifted onto making conversation with seungmin. Throughout the date they both were in fact, the same age. Seungmin attended a college not too far away, studying photography but psychology seemed to be a big interest of his. After an hour or so of constant conversations about their hobbies and personal lives, it was time for the date to end. Well that was until the employee of the cafe turned up the volume of the radio, causing most of the customers to turn towards where the noise was coming from.

“A body has been found beside an apartment building on miroh street, the girl named Park Chaeyeong aged eighteen” holy crap, that was near y/n’s apartment building. “Although the murder was with the use of a knife, a very bloody killing, it has been confirmed to be related to the three murders previously”.

y/n tore her eyes away from the radio and glanced at seungmin, whose lips were still in a wide smile, how could someone be so happy even after hearing something terrible like this? “I’ll walk you home, we don't want you getting killed hey” he nudged her jokingly and left the cafe, with a shell shocked y/n trailing behind.

Something was weird, but she just couldn't put her finger on it.

-

A couple of weeks passed by, after a few dates, seungmin and y/n were now united as a couple. She found it strange, how someone could make her swoon even with the dumbest of comments. Although along with this, there was something that she knew her partner was hiding from her, yet she just wasn't sure about what exactly this was.

“Hey y/n have you heard from Mina lately? She isn't answering her phone” felix spoke as he glanced down at his phone that was gripped in his right hand. It wasn't like Mina to not show up to her job, but maybe she was just sick and forgot to call in, it happens sometimes. Yet that wasn't the case at all. Instead, before y/n could even answer the blonde, two police officers barged through the doors of the partly filled bar.

“We’re here to investigate the murder of Seo Mina, we understand that she worked here and we suppose that she was on her way here before the incident” smash. The glass that y/n held quickly dropped to the hardwood floor, completely smashing, sending thousands of glass shards to spread out behind the bar table.

How could she be dead? This surely couldn't be happening. The two officers invited themselves into the back room where only staff could enter, well that is unless situations like these occur. Felix broke down, collapsing onto the stool that was placed beside the bar table. Sure these murders scared the living daylights out of y/n, but they had never hit this close to home.

“There is still not a single suspect, how is this even possible, they don't even leave a trace of evidence” the police officer mumbled to the other as they dug around throughout the many wine bottles and shot glasses. What exactly were they trying to find?

Sighing, y/n turned at the sound of the bar door opening. It seemed to be a trend for people to suddenly flood the bar once a murder occured, almost as if it was like a coping mechanism, being around large groups of people drinking till the early morning.

“Are you okay princess? I heard the news” a familiar voice rung in y/n’s ears, it was seungmin. Another common occurance was that seungmin would almost always check up on his girlfriend immedietly after a murder had taken place, which was way too many times as she would have preferred.

Nodding, y/n smiled faintly and looked up at the boy who was yet again, wearing pastel clothes which looked almost way too innocent for a man to even wear. “Im fine, just a little shaken up, but felix is worse than me, seeing as mina and him were getting closer”. Felix sobbed into his hands as he repeatedly called the girls phone, hoping everything was just a big prank and that Mina was still alive. Yet it sucks, because that would never be the case.

“I’ll walk you home, say goodbye to felix” seungmin said soothingly, rubbing his girlfriends back as she moved over to felix, wrapping his body into her own embrace. Everything was going to be okay, right?

-

Stepping into the apartment, silence suffocated the area as y/n stared at the floor. Seungmin rushing to put her things around neatly before disappearing into the kitchen. Her body felt weak, the thought that her friend was no longer in this world quickly took control of her brain. Life was unfair, it was just too cruel. Sitting on the brown couch in front of the television which only showcased a black screen, reflecting her own form.

“You know I love you y/n” seungmin’s voice erupted from behind, as he stood directly behind the girl. Nodding to herself, she repeated the three words back to him as she closed her eyes, everything will be over by tomorrow, right?

Suddenly, a cold object moved swiftly over the back of the girls neck, what the fuck was that? “It was a shame really, i grew so fond of you, i was going to kill you the day I met you but there was something that just made me stop myself” shock caused the girls body to freeze on the spot. Did he just say he wanted to kill her?

All in an instant, the blade was shoved into the chest of the girl, pain instantly hitting the girl as her body toppled to the floor. Seungmin smirked and pulled out the knife, watching as droplets of her own blood dripped onto her face.

“I-it was y-you?” the girl managed to let out a sentence, the pain was fading away, being replaced with an uncomfortable feeling of numb burning. “Why?” y/n yelled out as she tried to remove herself from being under the boy. Yet all that just made it even harder for the pain to fade away.

Meanwhile, a pair of hands were wrapped around the girls neck, her vision quickly turning blurry and faded. Was this really how she was going to die?

“I was watching you for a while, i'm just glad I was finally able to get my hands on you” he chuckled, pressing even harder on the girls neck, blocking her airways almost too perfectly. “I knew the police wouldn't suspect me, after all, they never suspect the seemingly innocent people”.

Shortly before everything turned black, one hand left her throat as her struggling began to halt. Until a click of a camera was heard as seungmin laughed to himself.

“Welcome to my collection y/n, my favourite model”.

And with that, everything turned black.

[morphogenetic]

okay so its been a few days but i keep Thinking About Shit about pride stuff so here we go. im going to politely request that you dont read this unless you can like it/acknowledge that you read it somehow (unless you’re on mobile and this readmore doesnt work in which case: im sorry) and also d/o/nt rb but if you’re some variety of not-straight and/or not-cis replying to this is totally fine 

also this is long as fuck sorry

im in this very weird place where, although i am not in any way cis or het, i don’t feel like i truly belong at pride. like. obviously i’m trans, i’ve been out and living as trans and nonbinary for literally a third of my fuckin life. it matters to me very much that i’m trans, i have to basically come out over and over for the rest of my life because everyone is going to read me as a dude when they meet me for the first time and that is equally as wrong as when everyone was reading me as a girl before t. or if people look at my id and see the ‘f’ even though i can’t even change it to anything else and don’t even want to bc i have no desire whatsoever to tell the fucking government ‘HEY IM NONBINARY’

like being trans and nb is going to affect the rest of my life literally forever. but i’ve been out so long and since i was so relatively young that i just don’t think about it any more. i have absolutely no desire to even be cis, not like i can be bc that would mean i wasn’t nonbinary and the idea of being a binary gender is so fucking weird to me lmao. but it’s like. it’s obviously not a bad thing to be trans and i specifically am very content with it. being nonbinary and knowing that for sure and being super comfortable in that identity is great! but i also don’t feel like i have any reason to celebrate it because i just am. like it’s the same reason i feel very weird about celebrating birthdays and stuff. i mean my birthday isn’t soon in the slightest lmao but like. yeah cool i’m this age now! neat! i’m fine with telling people im this age and i have no negative feelings about being this age! but i just AM that age now why do i need to celebrate being a year older? it’s like that kinda

theres always the issue of the aroace-spec thing too like. yeah boys (and transmasc/masc-or-androgynous-leaning nb people, not girls lol) are attractive sometimes so i am, technically, gay, but my interest in having a relationship is so fucking low. ive had two crushes in my entire goddamn life! in 21 years! and both of those were on friends bc im also super demi! and otherwise the mere idea of a relationship is like. why the fuck would i want that?? why would anyone else even genuinely want that from me, a fucking average-as-hell-looking, balding-at-fucking-21 person who has literally no fucking ability to even function reasonably as a human being?  

like. even putting aside all the fucking issues that i have with actually having and maintaining close relationships - not even in a dating kind of relationship, i mean literally just trusting people in general let alone as friends  - thanks to the shit that three different former friends of mine pulled. even putting that aside i really don’t think i would ever really want a relationship even if i somehow managed to be even a little bit attractive to someone lol. im just too much of an inherent introvert for that. 

and obviously you can be gay/bi/queer/pan/(insert other not-straight romantic/sexuality orientation im sure im forgetting) and not be in a relationship lol. it’s just. there’s so much fucking pressure ESPECIALLY in the mlm communities that i would theoretically be most in-tune with to be extremely sexual. and obviously that’s not inherently a bad thing at all!! it just doesn’t work for me in the slightest because i have basically no drive for that at all and the only time i ever did was when my body was adjusting to being on t initially. now that i’ve been on it for long enough shit has settled back to where it was for most of my life and yep, still basically no interest in that.

and like. im not gonna pretend that i have it the hardest out of literally any lgbtq person. im incredibly white (some ashkenazi sprinkled in there but like. nobody would ever be able to tell that without me saying it since it’s only a fourth and i have no association at all with any religion let alone being jewish) and able-bodied (to the best of my knowledge lmao) and definitely in a rare space of having extremely well-educated liberal parents who, while not being like millionaires or anything, are able to financially support me and didn’t ever reject me. 

and because of all this im like. i dont belong at pride! it’s not for me! yes im trans but any random person is gonna think im a white cishet dude without me correcting them on pronouns. yeah im white but thats the only part of that that’s true but i still shouldn’t be taking up space that i honestly really do not need. i am happy the community exists and i WANT it to continue to exist and i dont think im gonna make any new cishet friends for the rest of my life but i just dont feel like im ever really going to be a true part of it

i really have no idea how to fully put my feelings about this into words. it’s just like. i am not afraid to be who i am but i dont feel proud of it in the way that i’m proud of like. my accomplishments. like when i graduate im gonna be proud of that! but i can’t be proud of who i am as a person in the same way, regardless of what im actually proud of myself for. i’m not proud of being 21 or having brown eyes or having my height. im not upset about them either but they’re just facts to me! in the same way that me being trans is just a fact about me

and pride is just. that. it’s just being proud of and celebrating your own existence. and im happy for people who can feel pride in existing (for all sorts of minority-related things not just lgbtq+ stuff) and i want people to continue to feel that way because when the world tells people they can’t be proud of who they are that’s shitty! but that’s not me and i don’t think it ever will be me. i realized i was aroace and accepted it in the span of a few days. i found out nonbinary people existed and immediately realized ‘oh that’s me’ within a week without feeling any self-hatred over it. realizing that i was mildly gay and not 100% aroace like i thought took me literally hours to realize and then accept. and i dont know how to express this irl without it seeming like i don’t want pride to exist because I VERY MUCH DO. i just. i never had the struggle in accepting those parts of me to the same extent that so many other people do and it feels wrong for me to be in a space for celebrating making it past that internal struggle when i never had it

[hedgewolf-hunters]

Short story

Gonna give a quick glimpse into the Hedgewolf Family past. Note that this takes place when Bane is about six, Drake and Scarlet are four, and Inferna was recently born.

The old town, greying and falling apart, except for Castle Blackstone, the ancient castle made of a special obsidian like stone with swirling galaxies within the stone. The main barracks which is going through a construction process, as shown by the large plastic tarp spliting a portion of the left most wing from the rest of a modern mansion. And the arena which seems to be in pristine condition, fresh red stones and all the torches around its outer and inner walls lit.

"Bane Wyvern Darkos! Get your tail back here with that ham!" A female voice calls out from the mansion/barrakcs. A five foot tall red dragon comes barreling out the front doors with a half cooked ham in its mouth. It opens its wings and leaps up onto one of the old roof's. Looking back its bright blue eyes sparkle at a group of amber and blue eyes. It smirks as it runs off deeper into town loosing tiles from the roof's.

Once it was a good distance from the house the dragon plopped the ham into its claws before sitting down and beginning to change into a two foot tall hedgewolf. The same red scales are now fur and quills. His horns have become two of his top quills with his devil horn like ears in front of them. Two quills going back normally and his two bottom quills behind his tan cheeks curving downward than back up at his face like rams horns. A small tuft of fur like hair standing up at his forehead. Fingerless gloves getting greasy from the meat and combat boots on his feet. His tail shrinks down from the long lizard tail to that of a wolf. His sky blue eyes shine as he lips his lips looking at the ham. His stomach growling rather loudly for someone of his size.

Bane finally sunk his teeth into the delicious looking ham and took a large chunk out from it. He chewed for a bit with a smile on his face than it went sour slowly as he spit the chunk back out. Instead of the redish pink of the ham in his hands it was now devoid of color and looked like grey matter. Bane growls glaring before he tosses the ham as hard as he can back the way he came.

"Whoa! Nice arm son, i see your weight training and practicing with Hyleia is getting better." A male hedgehog says stepping up next to Bane. His fur is a deep purple with serrated steel looking quills. He wears a black and red gi with a samuri sword at his hip and a pair of tabi on his feet. Bane glances up at the four and a half foot tall hedgehog than goes back to glaring across the abandoned city.

"Somethings the matter. What is it my young child?" The hedgehog asks. Bane huffs and pulls his face into his arms and knees up to his chest gesturing over to the pile of food he spat up. His father Strider looks at the pile confused for a second.

"What about the pile." Strider asks.

"I cant eat or taste anything these past two weeks. I try and it always comes back up, looking like that. Ive barely had anything filling now. Ive been sneaking Aunties protien bars for snacks but they dont do it anymore. I took the ham hoping to get something in my stomach but it just tastes like bile after the first few bites." Bane cries softly into his little enclosed space. His father hums softly to him and rubs his back between the two large spines. He sits there and lets Bane cry out his frustrations.

Half an hour later Bane is passed out sniffling in his sleep. Strider is petting his head as he rests in his fathers lap.

"Strider is he doing any better?" A cherry red four foot tall wolf asks coming up behind them. Her hair like fur is in a mohawk with a braid that reaches her lower back. Shes wearing a sleeveless leather jacket with biker gloves a grey pair of jeans and knee length boots.

"Yes Sky my dear, he hasn't cried this much since he nearly burnt down the house two years ago." Strider says to the wolf. Her sea blue eyes glance down to her eldest son and she kneels down next to her husband leaning against his shoulder. She takes over petting Bane's head as Strider wraps his arm around hers.

"We should call in Doctor Sylvain." Sky says.

"No Sky, you know how i feel about that man. Not to mention our own son has a distaste for him. Besides if worse comes to worse Aura should be able to figure out whats wrong with him after a few potions." Strider says.

"Strider i trust your sister and i dont like him either. But if Bane is sick or worse we need someone who can find out a little sooner than that." Sky says turning her attention to Stirder. He turns to her and his amber eyes glow as the black and white stripes on his quills do. Her own blue stripes under her eyes glow as well. He sighs and kisses her head.

"Fine we call him in the morning. But he does a routine check up and thats it." Strider says resting his head on hers. She smiles and pets his cheek.

"Good now lets get Bane back inside before he catches a cold out here." Sky says getting up. Strider hands the sleepy Bane to her so he can get up. But something odd happens when Bane touches his mothers arms. She has to kneel and hold him at arms length as she quickly runs out of breath and her own color started fading grey.

"That was a odd feeling." Sky panted out. She looks like she had just run several marathons and almost dehydrated. Strider picks up Bane and helps Sky lean on his shoulder.

"Maybe we should have the Doc check you out too. Its been five months since you blessed us with a fourth child but you shouldnt be this drained still." Strider says as they hop down two stories to the ground and walk back to the manor.

The next day Sky is preparing breakfast and seems to be at full strength again. She turns off the six stoves as she plates eggs, bacon, crescent rolls, and fruit slices (for the children). She puts her index and thumb inter her lips and makes a whistle loud enough for everyone to hear over the chaos of a noisey Saturday morning. A female dark purple hedgehog walks in wearing a sports top and shorts. Her quills tied into a pony tail that still reaches her thighs, with a similar stripe pattern Strider. Shes carrying a bottle feeding light pink hedgehog with three short quills snuggled into a bundle.

"Morning Aura, thanks for taking care of Inferna this morning." Sky says setting a plate down for her.

"No problem dear, after all what are sister in laws for." The hedgehog says. Sky smiles and pets her the light pink hedgehog head.

"Have you seen where my other three little pups disappeared too?" Sky asks. Aura shakes her head before both are clanching their teeth as a shreik fills the house. Shortly after a small maroon wolf looking boy with two small quills growing out the sides of his head in socks and fresh gloves runs through a wall laughing as he hides under the table.

"Oh no." Sky groans as a scalret wolf faced hedgehog comes barging into the room through the door.

"Momma! Drake hoked a luge into my hair!" The little girl exclaimed as she showed where the snot covered spit sat in her hair between her jer ears. The purple hedgehog does a spit take and chokes down her food in her mouth to catch her breath.

"Drake why would spit in your sisters hair?!" Sky exclaims as she grabs a napkin and trys cleaning it out her hair.

"Scarlet said she needed some gel to hold it back for practice today. So i thought to give her some." Drake giggles out from under the table. Scarlet glares at her twin under the table.

"Oh lady death give me strength. Drake we told you to stop these pranks so early in the morning. For that your Aunt Aura is training you today." Sky says. Drake rushes out the table and looks up at his mother with puppy eyes. Scarlet is now grinning.

"No Drake, you wont listen the first three times this will be your punishment. You ok with that Aura? Bane is basically doing strentgh and basics today anyway right?" Sky asks. Aura nods and sips some coffee from her cup.

"Yeah a few hundred laps to start should get the point across than some hand to hand for the rest of the day." Aura says.

"Morning ladies, Drake, i see your getting into trouble already. Well have fun with Auntie today. So is Bane up yet?" Strider asks taking a seat. Drake and Scarlet shake their heads making Sky and Strider turn to each other worried. Strider gets up and leaves a purple streak across the dining room running up to the second floor where the rooms are located and stops in front of the door marked with claw marks and Bane carved into a piece of steel. He forces the locked door open and looks down to find a greying Bane curled up on the floor with a small spatter of blood coughed up on the floor. Cursing under his breath he scoops up Bane in his arms and runs downstairs.

"Sky call the doc tell him im coming in now and i have no time to waste." Strider says showing their eldest to her. Sky drops her plate and runs to the kitchen as Strider kicks into high gear and tears through the house and out the front door leaving slight burn marks across the floor.

Five minutes later nearly forty kilometers away in the city Trinitad a fox with a half sliced ear hangs up his phone. His fur is a bright orange and he is fuller in a round sense. Wearing a green turtleneck sweater and a white lab coat rounded black dress shoes and white gloves. He walks out to the front office.

"Sheryl dear we have an old patient coming in. Mrs. Darkos said her son isnt doing well. Could you please seat them and let them know ill be right out." The male fox says. A white female fox turns to him and nods. Dressed in a knee length flowing skirt, a blue blouse and one inch heels. Her grey eyes look dull from lack of sleep while his emerald eyes are the bright and awake.

"Your a little late on that one." Strider says from the door. He walks in carrying the raggedly breathing Bane. Both of them bolt up to look over Bane in Strider's arms.

"When did this happen?" Sylvain asks. Strider walks over and places him on the bed.

"This morning, last night he was complaining about not being able to eat anything and feeling sick every morning." Strider says turning with a grimace towards the doctor who has a sly smirk on his face.

"Heh i knew this was bound to happen without treatment." Slyvain says with a smirk. Strider grits his teeth and grabs the hilt of his sword in one hand and the foxes fat throat in the other.

"Now ive let it slide for the last five years of what you have been doing to my son because it kept him with us. I was even willing to come back here for treatment because he is deathly ill and you would know whats happening to him. So tell me whats wrong with him and what you can do or else i will make your blood boil inside your veins and come from every pore on your body!" Strider exclaimed pinning the fox to a wall. He struggles for a few seconds trying to regain a little air from the deadly grip on his throat.

"Its chaos deficiency." He gasps out before strider drops him to the ground.

"Your son has a severe case of Chaos energy deficiency. I dont know why all i know is that he needed more energy than his body had so i injected him with Chaos energy rich supplements. When you pulled him from the visits a little year ago i knew sooner or later his body was going to run out of the energy he stored so far. This is the end stages of his energy hitting bottom." Sylvain gasps out catching his breath.

"Still doesnt explain while he has been spitting up grey food stuffs, or how you can help him." Strider growls out beginning to pull his katana from its sheath. While strider was handiling her husband and boss Sheryl decided to clean up bane a little, wiping the blood and what not from his mouth and fur. Leaning over him a necklace she has hidden under her top touches Bane. The necklace is made of gold and Chaos jewels, gemstones that have a very finite chaos energy charge stored within. As the jewels pass over him Bane gasps and coughs violently as the energy is sapped from the jewels and into Bane visibly by a green smoke trailing into him from the jewels placement. He regains his color and begins breathing normally as he remaims asleep now.

Both men turn as soon as Bane began coughing. Strider watches in hopeful interest while Sylvain watches in mock interest at the show.

"Sheryl how did you do that?" Strider asks her in a hushed tone not wanting to wake Bane at the moment. She backs up as the last wisps of energy leaves the stones.

"I didn't. I cleaned him up and his body just started collecting energy on its own." She says. Before anymore questions can be asked a female voice begins a zslow maniacal chuckle. Banes fur turns from red to black, his fur hardens into scales, his quills recede into his body leaving the two horn like quills to turn into actual horns. His body grows a foot and a half with his claws becoming sharper and his hair growing longer till it reaches the small of his back. He slowly sits up as his body changes from male to female with a small bust. A old looking white tunic appears to cover her as the body finishes its changes with the eyes, turning from sky blue to blood red. Her muzzle is slightly longer with teeth protruding slightly from the top down.

Once the change is done everyone takes a step back away from the now felmale dragon. She chuckles lightly smiling as she rotates her neck.

"Mmmm, that nap was good. Six years of being half and half really did help." The female says nreathing a sigh of relief as the pressure in her neck loosens. She bends down to touch her toes and then leans back getting several pops from her bones.

"Who are you and what have you done with my son!?" Strider exclaims holding his katana again ready to strike. She smirks and looks at him through one eye.

"Oh relax Strider, your son is perfectly fine. Hes currently taking his own nap inside of me as i was doing him." She says stretching her arms.

"What do you mean napping inside of you like you were him?" The doctor asks.

"You can keep your damned trap shut lard lad, the way you treated this boy was bad enough i might just retaliate for the family. Otherwise to answer your question, what did you think was gonna happen injecting the boy with repeated doses of my blood? You think it wasnt strange that the dragon blood you had only worked on him and none of the other children you tried using it on?" She asks with a sly smirk. Strider glares at the fat fox ready to take his head in a single stroke.

"Mind if i ask what your name is miss?" Sheryl asks. The dragon turns to her something of pity or regret for her flickers in the dragons eyes.

"My name is Drain. I was a cosmic dragon that died in my sleep so to speak and i can tell you more about the boys condition better than anyone else could." She says.

(Thats the end of this story. Whoof i didnt expect to keep going this long. But i know this isn't alot about the entire family, each short story will be about a family member in general as this one was about Bane mostly and one of his more dangerous abilities. To make this short its called a chaos siphon and it allows him to take store and redistribute chaos energy. He also can switch out with drain at a moments notice if his own energy levels are too low. He can only absorb through contact such as skin to skin/fur to fur or pulling energy from a jewel filled with energy. It also has a limit which triggers an overdose sending him into a hyperactive feral state or creating an armor and weapon set of the energy hes taken. Well i hope you all enjoyed it anyway.)

[dodosinsane]

Cheer up Florence Nightingale

Pt 1

Dared. As in the past. Daring. I was never afraid.

Night. I run , all sweaty. Footsteps. Somebody reeking of alcohol . A corner. Black corner.

I always wake up to the same dream. Panting. Sweating. But always stuck in the same place. Not daring. Not moving. Stiff.

I always wake up to the same dream, or how to put it .. nightmare. Or maybe not. A bad reality.

"Cheer up Florence Nightingale"

And so i get up. I am Flor , a twenty year old girl , Flor. I have a disorder. A few.

First: i am very repetitive. I like to call this a mental disorder so i can justify myself for always doing the same things.

Second : i am forgetful. I called this a trauma of something i dont really remember, you know , forgetful.

I have no memory of some past events. I dont remember half of my senior year of highschool.

Third: I dream of situations that never happened. In a repetitive way.

Fourth: i have no talents. Zero.

So i say , cheer up Florence Nightingale. Who is she and why i call myself that way? She was a war nurse in 17-th century. She was also called The lady with the lamp. When i was little and when my father used to came from the war , he would always try to do things for our home late at nights , like fix a chair , the grass outside , the roof. So sometimes at night i would flash a light and try to help him , so i was the lady with the lamp. He would tuck me to bed and tell me that Florence used to stay up all night long and try to heal the wounded solders , that she was daring and capable of everything. Just like me.

"How do you know"-i used to ask "How do you know she was daring , you never met her ? "

He would just laugh it off , but then again he would be so trusting and innocent back then, he also thought i was capable of anything. He never met me now , 20 years old , a loser.

I didnt get to become a nurse. I didnt get to become anything. I filled out tons of applications, jobs , trainings , everything.

Name: Flor Davison

Gender: Female

College : None

Other languages: None

Computer skills : average

Special talents: none

Dreams: a lot , but not that you would be interested in.

I get up to do the same things i did yesterday. Eat , watch tv , go search for jobs, eat, have basic interactions with my mother, text one single friend i got that studies abroad, sleep.

I did the same today.

I got up and went to buy a newspaper. I saw something on the yellow pages , an assistant at a first aid center. They didnt have an email address just a phone number , so i called them.

They didnt ask for much except height , weight , gender and age.

-1.67, 54, female, 20.

-Your parameters fill the criteria , so you can come tomorrow for the final screening.

That was a first. So i patiently waited for tomorrow.

I brushed my teeth, fixed my hair, put on clothes and went.

-hello im Flor , we spoke on the phone?

-Yes, im Grace yes, so you were the first to call and we were sort of in a hurry so we didnt have time for an official screening an interviews. You were lucky ,i guess..

She had short hair and big glasses , round and thick , like the ones you would have made fun of if you were in highschool. Small and a little chubby . Her face showed a few wrinkles ,she was 35 maybe? She looked unfocused and easily frightened , a nerd.

-So umm this is the room , the supplies are all here , if something is broken you have to report it . You dont have troubles with watching blood huh? I hope not ,the last girl was troublesome honestly, too weak at heart.

-Unm, Its an assistant right ? I will keep notes and timetables?

She looked confused.

-No its more like a -she paused and went to the desk to take a newspaper. -That idiot Jersey. I clearly told him not to do that anymore. There we go wasting time again.

She looked at me like she was doomed .

-Sweetie look, you are supposed to help the teacher on giving lectures , you see he gets easily distracted and has tons of other things to do . So there are different classes . First aid, blood sampling , medicines , how to treat a wound. You know. But since i said the professor is easily distracted , he cant talk while performing , he can only do one thing at a time , and thats what your job is . He talks you act , he acts you talk. But no pressure , if you want to leave its okay we are used to it , no biggies.

-Its not that, its more that i dont know what to do or say, im have 0 information.

-Oh yeah sure, stupid of me. Here. -she disappeared and came back after a few minutes with a handbook and two Cd-s

-So you can read these and watch the videos here. Its a recorded class. Its what you are going to do today. So the salary has 4 zeros just in case you were wondering.

Four zeros was a big thing for me , a first thing actually. Would i die to try it out. Whatever. Of course i would say yes.

I took everything in my hands. She smiled and said that my first class was at 2 pm. It gave me 4 hours to prepare. It would be a blood collecting and processing . How hard can it be? I went home and played the videos. There was a young man , more than a professor explaining. He looked cheerful but concentrated. Black hair. I couldnt see his face because he was performing but i saw the girl . She had red hair and blue eyes. Such a pretty combination. I memorized a few words. Three ways of collecting blood , needle , skin , pinch. Great , i got this.

When i arrived the professor was already there. He didnt even look at me but said to bring him the tools.

I went to the supply shelf to get them but they weren't there.

-whats taking you so long ? -he asked with a not so patient kind of voice.

-They arent here.

-what?

-They arent here , they should be in the supply room.

I ran there and searched for the tools but they weren't there. Grace wasnt in her office . Instead i find a note that said "back at four". Great .

I went to class to let the professor know.

-Are you dense? -he shouted

-Excuse me?

-The first thing they tell you when you come here is to report if something is missing and you cant even do that.

-Um im sorry but im new here and umm...

-and ? I should cut you some slack ?

The damned ignorant was getting on my nerves.

-no its my first day and probably the things went missing when the last girl was here , how was i supposed to know. As i said im new.

-You have been saying that you are new for the past week.

He still didnt turn his head to look at me.

-well if you would look at me you would know that its my first day .

He turned his head and his brown eyes stared at me. Confused and dreamy.

-Who are you?

-I am Flor , the new girl.

-Well Flor todays class is canceled .

-Umm what should i do now?

-call the students , what else?

He turned his head and started writing his notebook. I didnt have his attention anymore so i went to Graces office and started to make calls. She came at exactly four pm and by the look of it she already knew the class was off. She handed me a list of a few things i should do and sat in her chair ignoring me.

Clean. Rooms , supplies , print sheets , prepare for the next class which was tomorrow at 11. The building wasnt small, but it looked dead. Not a lot of people. It was two floors and white painted. It looked like a school but it smelled like a hospital. After seven i started seeing people and hearing noises amd Grace would lead them to a door that i didnt have access to. Not that i cared.

I didnt see the professor anymore. Come to think of it , he looked so young , maybe 26 but he had a tired and pale skin and not so strong arms.

Grace told me my shift ended at 10 but if i had finished i could leave a little early. So i left at 9 and went home.

I told the news to mom. I told her i was an assistant. She didnt ask anything else but she seemed pleased.

I texted Brianne. I feel asleep

Cheer up Florence Nightingale.

[1apple-fox1]

This is a thing 1/idfk dude

posting it on fanfiction.net didnt go over well cause i got too scared and i d ont really w ant critiques i guess c ause i already really really hate the way i write and would love not to feel any shittier so uh-

this is for Monster!Minato/Makoto I have him named Makoto in this one so i can tell the two apart better- this is basically the intro i guess and uhhhh- enjoy??

also i dont have ao3 sorry if its hard to read....

"Iwatodai, Iwatodai," the not so enthusiastic voice sang on the train speakers. Makoto sighed- after what felt like forever he was here... Again. His brows knitted together into an expression of annoyance, or maybe even slight anger? Sometimes even he had problems thinking what emotion he could possibly be experiencing. But he knew, he wished he could have been anywhere but here.

After walking out into the open walk way he stopped. It was rather dead now that he was paying attention. He pulled out his phone. 11:59 PM... It was almost time for...

Just as he thought about it the time changed to 12:00 AM, only for everything to suddenly stop. The world gained a sickly green hue, and everyone around him had ceased to move, transmogrifying into coffins. Another night, another dark hour... With a solemn sigh he pushed onwards, the sights, the blood, the everything- this wasn’t new to him anymore.

There was a sort of sticky splashing noise as he stepped onto one of the many 'bloody' puddles on the streets, but he didn't really care. Looking up at the building before him, it was... smaller than he thought it would be. He thought to himself, looking over his hastily made map one last time. "This is it." He spoke aloud, almost as if trying to convince himself this was indeed the dorm he was assigned. With one last breath he pushed the door open to be met with...

A girl?

The auburn haired girl hummed as she finished signing a sheet of paper and closing the book. She looked around in her small bag, placing the pen back as she finally noticed the new guest. "Oh!" She seemed rather surprised by his sudden appearance. "Man, I didn't even hear you there, that's some major sneaking talent you got there!"

Makoto wore a dumbfounded expression before responding with a quick "Sorry I guess," shrugging the whole ordeal off, and in the process sounding as un-genuine as he could while apologizing. He eyed the place the paper was, only to see that whatever the girl has signed had disappeared now too. "Anyways I guess that means this is a unisex dorm, pretty cool huh?"

"Uh-"

"Who's there!?"

The third voice yelled, with obvious panic laced throughout her words. While the dark hour was known for being dark, Makoto always found it pretty easy to see, and by the stairs indeed there was a third figure, wearing some sort of pink uniform top. "Don't tell me, you're-!" Without even a warning the girl pulled out a gun.

"W-wait hold on a minute!" The auburn haired one spoke up, now even she was panicking. "We're students! ordinary students and-"

"Takeba wait-!"

A fourth voice now, called from the stairs. Just as she had interrupted the lights, the TV, his headphones. Everything came on again- everything was back to normal.

Meanwhile the situation’s tension lessened. The red head explained who they were.

"Oh um..." The pink clad girl almost seemed embarrassed now. "Well my name's Yukari Takeba. Sorry for uh-"

"So why do you have a gun?" The auburn hair girl interjected, Yukari seemed taken aback by the sudden comment.

"Well um, it's- sorta like a hobby of mine-"

"A hobby?" Makoto finally spoke, there was something odd about calling a gun a 'hobby' of all things.

Yukari looked like she had just been cornered by some wild animal when she heard him ask the question. "I-It's um-"

"For protection," The red head chimed in. "You can never be too careful in times like these."

He nodded. Despite his questioning before, Makoto had all but run out of caring for this situation.

"Fine, I buy it-" The auburn haired girl spoke. She wore a cheeky grin, and despite how big it was it was hard to tell what exactly she was thinking. "Well, Yukari and..." She gestured to the red head, while she finally reached the bottom of the stairs.

"Oh-" It took her a bit to understand why the younger girl had stopped. "Mitsuru Kirijo- a third year- And you, if I remember correctly by your file, are-"

"Hey, hey! You can't just take away my introduction like that!" The auburn hair girl interjected in a childish manor."I'm Kotone Shiomi, second year, and new to this area!"

"Oh hey, uh- me too-" Yukari spoke up, and when she did it was almost an instant match in friendship heaven. The next thing he knew the two girls were hoping to be in the same class as they both walked to- what he assumed- was their rooms.

It was just him and Mitsuru now. With a cough to draw in his attention Mitsuru started again. "And you are Makoto Yuki, correct?"

He nodded. Whether he meant to or not though his posture and lack of an audible response made him come across as rude to the senior, though she didn't dare say anything. "Come, I'll show you to your room."

Without a word he followed Mitsuru up the stairs and down the hall in silence, the tapping of shoes on the carpet was the only audible noise. But even that came to a stop as they reached the end of the hallway. "Floor one, last door on the right shall be your room." She forced a pair of keys into his hand. "While I do have extras try not to lose those keys, I wouldn't want to be seen as unreliable."

Unreliable?

Without another word Mitsuru walked back down the stairs- she must have something else to do still...

With a click and a turn of the door knob he opened his room. The first thought that came to his head was "Bland" and really that was an understatement, aside from the essentials like a bed, and a desk there was barely anything in the room. Not even his boxes filled much space. Makoto sighed, shutting the door behind him. With a quick change he hopped into bed- and tried his best to sleep.

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The clacking of the train wheels were audible over Makoto’s blaring music. He sighed trying to turn the volume up- even though he already knew he had it at max.

Yukari was talking to both him and Kotone, but of course he couldn't hear a word she was saying over his own music. Makoto saw them both looking at something through the window and without realizing, he felt his own gaze shift to the window.

A tall white building sat on the horizon, almost blinding him as the sun reflected off it. It stung his eyes, letting out a wince he couldnt help but start rubbing at his eye, like doing so would relieve the pain. Of course it didn't.

“...”

“... Hey-”

“Hey!”

Kotone practically screamed in his ear after removing his headphones. But his expression remained pretty neutral even as Kotone stared at him, wearing a pouty expression. What was a surprise to him was when the girl removed his headphones. (He could have sworn he heard a giggle come from Yukari.) “You know both of us are trying to speak with you you know? It’s not nice to ignore a girl like that!”

“I don’t really care-”

“Don’t really-! Yukari’s being nice enough to show us around and you don’t care!?” It was obvious the girl was mad with him, her pouty almost playful face had turned into a full on scowl.

“Hey Kotone- it’s fine he’s taken them off so-”

“So what? He’s still a jerk- and I just realized I don’t even know this jerks name!”

Yukari was practically clinging onto Kotone at this point. “Just drop it ok? We’re almost there anyway-” She pleaded with the headstrong girl. And indeed she was right- the train screeching to a halt, announcing their stop clearly. But Kotone still glared at the boy.

“Don’t think this is over punk-!”

And with that she ran for the exit with Yukari close behind.

He suppose he should get off as well… Makoto took his sweet time departing the train. He tried to stay away from Kotone as much as possible, not to be kind or even out of fear of being yelled at, but because he knew he had pissed her off. Staying away for now would be for the best… Probably… People were hard to read…

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The school was like a confusing maze to him, when he thought he was headed the right way to the office he’d find himself in a courtyard, he briefly wondered if maybe finding a teacher to tell them ‘hey I’m the new student’ would be too much of a hassle.

After asking around he had finally found it, sliding open the door to the faculty office he was greeted by-

Of course, of course she was here too, it was her first day too wasn’t it? She scowled at him as she left, no Yukari in sight… Huh, odd. Then again their friendship was new.

“Ah, then you must be the other transfer student-” A woman sang from the back as she looked over sheets of paper she had laid out on her clipboard. “Makoto Yuki yes?”

He nodded.

“You’re in… Class F, that’s my class- oh yes I’m miss Toriumi. I look forward to having you in my home room!” She extended her hand for a handshake. The boy took it reluctantly. She quickly went back to the notes, skimming a page or two. “You’ve sure moved around a lot, more than I expected from only a second year but-” She looked back at the notes one last time. “Let’s see… In 1999. That was- what ten years ago? Your parents-” She cut herself off with a gasp.

This always happened- no matter where he went people brought this up, and even though his face stayed rather stoic, Makoto felt an odd mix of emotions.

Sadness.

Anger.

Regret.

He felt himself straining to keep his usual composure, hearing it never got easier…

“I’m- I’m so sorry, I’ve been so busy I didn’t have time to read this before hand.”

“Can you just, take me to my homeroom now?” His straightforward answer seemed to throw his new homeroom teacher for a loop, she wore an expression of annoyance before immediately softening up.

“Of course, sorry for my earlier blunder.” She spoke and headed toward the door, Makoto following close behind.

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When he entered the classroom went silent. “Good morning class!” Toriumi called. “I have two new transfer students to introduce today-” She gestured to someone in the corner, when Kotone stepped up with a peppy step Makoto’s suspicions were confirmed. “Now go on and introduce yourselves-”

Without a second of delay Kotone blurted out a happy go lucky “Hi! My name’s Kotone Shiomi- I Like cute things and the color orange!” Every boy in the class seemed enamoured, while Makoto just sighed like he’d had enough of this already.

“Ah right, you may take a seat near… Ah! The empty desk behind Yukari there-!”

“You got it teach!” And she skipped off and took her seat, she was probably happy to be sitting beside someone she knew.

“And now it’s your turn.”

“Makoto Yuki. Nice to meet you.” That was it, that’s all he said. The ‘nice to meet you’ tacked on to avoid being yelled at by the teacher. He didn’t even wait for the employee to recommend a seat, simply sitting down on the closest one available… Which happened to be… The one beside her.

Kotone was glaring daggers, and if looks could kill he would definitely be dead by now. No matter how hard he tried to ignore it, it was like some chill that ran up his spine and kept him aware. Man she really hated him didn’t she? For some reason he couldn’t bring himself to care all that much, but the thought about dealing with this every day, at the dorm and at school… Well, it gave him more motivation to at least try and fix things.

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The final school bell rung and the teacher dismissed herself and her students, Kotone looked about ready to dash out the door. If he wanted things to get better he’d have to do them now.

“Hey Ko-”

“Sup!” A tall lanky boy greeted from the side. Makoto couldn’t help but be drawn to the sports cap on his head. “So you two’re the new transfer students right? Nice to meet you! The names Junpei Iori!” He wore a friendly grin. “I transferred here while in 8th grade so, I kinda know what you two’re goin’ through… And I thought I’d help you out you know?”

“You sure you’re not just trying to hit on the new girl Iori?” Yukari chimed in before the capped teen could finish what he was saying.

“Yuka-tan!”

The two bickered and Kotone seemed to really be enjoying the energy this kid brought. Makoto though… He felt almost like he was watching from outside his own body, the talking and everything- he wasn’t used to this. Was he being overwhelmed? Or was it because of something else? He knew he couldn’t just leave, he hadn’t even apologize to her yet what was he-

“Hey you OK?” Someone asked him, it was one of the girls but he was so disoriented he couldn’t tell who.

“I…” He began, blinking a couple of times, looking at Yukari’s concerned face, and then Kotone’s. “I’m fine.”He breathed in. “I uh,” He didn’t really think apologizing in front of Iori was the best way to go about this. “I actually have something I’d like to tell Kotone-” He should have sounded more excited but he found himself speaking in that flat tone he always did. “So-”

“Ah I get ya man! You wanna make the move as quick as possible!”

“Junpei!” While the two bickered and complained Yukari still managed to drag Iori out of the room, leaving just him and Kotone.

“So- what’d you wanna say to me?” While there was still a hint of aggression in her voice, after the weird zone out he had earlier she couldn’t help but be a little concerned. She hoped Junpei was wrong and this wasn’t about to be some love confession.

“So- I noticed you’re upset with me-”

“No-! Me?? Upset?” She said sarcastically, Makoto ignored it.

“I have a problem with being… Blunt? I guess you could say?” This was hard, being honest and talking with others was way too hard. “I know I sounded like I didn’t care and that upset you. So I wanted to apologize.” He was trying his best to sound sincere- he was so used to using the same uncaring monotone voice that he knew he probably sounded like he was trying too hard. There was no reply from the girl, at least not at first- he wondered if he had made the situation worse for a second.

The more he looked the more he was confused, she looked as if she was staring at something, but there was nothing where she was staring. And a few blinks and a second later she seemed to snap out of it with a surprised “Oh-!”

“It’s OK! After a while I could tell you’re not really a people person- you prefer to be alone right?”

“Most days- yeah.”

“No problem then!” She wore a genuine smile- Makoto thought this was too easy. That’s all it took? There had to be more… Right? “I should have taken the hint when you had those headphones on I guess- But still Yukari went through all the trouble so it was kinda rude-”

Makoto shrugged, letting out a “My bad.” in response. Kotone wore the same smile,but it was obvious she was thinking of something in that head of hers.

“We should probably get goin’, I hope Yukari isn’t still waiting for us.”

Us?

Before Makoto could register anything else Kotone had grabbed his hand and started dragging him along…

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The smell of coffee filled his nose and he couldn’t help but grimace. Coffee was never a welcoming smell to him, infact he barely touched the stuff but as he looked to Kotone, who wore a smile that was some how endearing and threatening all at the same time- Makoto thought it best to stay quiet for the time being.

“So-” Kotone started, immediately causing him to tense up. “What’s up?”

“What’s…. Up?” he seemed quite confused at this point, this girl had hated his guts before, then suddenly he was being dragged to a cafe at a mall and being asked something as casual as ‘what’s up’ Like they had been friends for years… Then again…

“Well um…” she started, looking off to the side, as if looking for the right words to say. “We- got off on the wrong foot this morning- or- more like I did.” she paused to take a sip of her coffee. “To be honest when you were ignoring us I thought maybe you were just being an ass hole for no reason- but uh- whatever happened in the class room…” Kotone twirled her hair in between her fingers, focusing intently on how she was about to word her thoughts. “... Makes me think it might be something more than ‘because I’m an asshole’- and whatever that is um, well you don’t have to share but if you need support just ask me OK?”

“Ah…” This seemed odd- for someone to go from hating his guts, to buddy buddy. Something had to be up… Right?

Kotone kept on a convincing smile, but she felt the uncomfortable silence that hung in the air. Makoto took it as a sign to leave, getting up from his chair without a word, but at least waving good bye- last thing he wanted to do was get on her bad side again. Before exiting the cafe he took one more glance, she seemed to be muttering something to herself, odd- but really none of his business. He shrugged and continued on.

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[irregodless]

ive just been thinking about that guys antifeminism speech for a while

so in case you havent heard, which you havent because this is only something that happened to me basically, in my class this guy in front of me was talking about how he had to give a speech in his next class too (incidentally so did i, but i stopped thinking about it and reading the book required by class to listen)

everything in quotes is paraphrased so keep that in mind, but it captures the essence

he starts by talking about the class and the speech. some friends ask what its about and hes like “its against feminism” and you can hear the “:/” in their silence

the group is a boy a girl and this guy who later in class confessed to eating horse shit. multiple times.

they clearly dont care much about feminism i dont think but theyre like “thats kind of a controversial topic isnt it! you think its going to go well since youre a man?” and shitmallet is all like “see THATS stereotyping and THATS bad.”

except its not because not only have men talking about feminism (particularly why its not good) proven to be awful, but also, they were justified because he was also awful

and like, i know that feminism can be hurtful to trans ladies and woc, but also, this is real life at community college and nobody even realizes these are even things let alone problems. but just hearing someone say “feminism is shit” immediately triggers a response in me like “I Don’t Trust Like That” to think theres a valid reason. its a black and white way of thinking but its telling when someone flat out says its bad, like, entirely. let alone this guy.

anyway he gives a good like two minute talk about how you should imagine a person in your life, a mother, sister, daughter, whatever, who you want to protect. it sounds like the justification people try to use to try and beg men to care about rape by appealing to their sense of family

and he goes “these are all people we want to protect. and im going to tell you all why you should protect them from....... Feminism” and i nearly fuckin DIED i had to hold back laughter

so this is where his argument starts to fall to pieces. understand im only addressing his argument and its lack of merit here. i think it goes without saying its just kind of generally shit

all like

protect yer womenfolk from catchin’ the Thinkin’ Disease, lads

or

yer womens will know endless untold agony and grief if they learn how shit theyre being treated...

like. as a man. you really dont have a right to be saying “no, honey, im protecting you FROM feminism.” thats kind of like going to pride, telling everyone why pride is bad because it does some things some times and being like “as a straight man i know whats best for gay people”

okay so moving on, he makes the only decent statement he says the whole while which is basically he doesnt like how it furthers the gap between men and women and it turns women into nothing but victims. like. hes got lots of shit missing but hes STARTING to get the point i guess. like. to stop women from being victims. but hes trying to do that by....... silencing the women

i guess women cant be victims if? nobody knows they are???

but heres where we get some fuckin good ol logical fallacies n shit

“its the mens jobs to look after the women” okay so: reinforcing gender roles. putting a gender role on yourself that youll just complain about for being expected to take care of women. you think women shouldnt be treated like helpless victims and should be able to (kind of) think and speak for themselves, and yet, you think that they HAVE to have men there to take care of them.

like can we just think on that for a minute

women shouldnt be treated like they cant take care of themselves. and we should accomplish that by not letting women take care of themselves

like just?????? how do you NOT see the contradiction. i wish i was his teacher. i dont think you can give him a bad grade for having a differing opinion but you can DEF tear him about for not having his shit together

which might nto be fair considering you might not focus on that if it was something you agreed with. but also, consider the following: fuck this guy

but like then he goes on about how “yeah i dont want to like remove womens right to vote or anything, but feminism is garbage now. feminism started off with good reasons [though i wonder if hed been born at that time if he wouldnt say “dont you miss it when women and children were seen and not heard?”] and its this third and fourth wave feminism thats shit.” and then he says, now get this, “i dont like all this nonsense with not wearing shirts and” pause for dramatic effect. “dyeing their hair green and shit.”

LIKE BOOOOOOOOOOOOOYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

i like it when women do things as long as its things i like like being guilted into sleeping with me and throwing their lives away and making me breakfast

i dont like it when women do things i dont personally approve of >:(((((

like i genuinely wonder if he thinks that the hairdye is directly related to it, or if hes just saying like. its something that tends to happen around this generation of feminism

but GOD i hope he thinks women are dyeing their hair to personally spite him i can only fucking HOPE

anyway he closes it and the man with a copy of dbz on his backpack and the woman with a uninteresting voice are like “wow i was worried at first but you made good points.......................”

and im just writing half of it down and messaging izzy and justin about it because i cannot BELIEVE

like im just. so lost and dumbfounded at how shit that argument was. and also that hes apparently so offended by women not wearing shirts.

i just. im just. i wish i was in a debate class with him so i could tear him down

but im too lame of an ally to talk out about people in real life because im scared and dont have a chance to prepare which will lead to me either shouting crying or both and not having ANY of my facts together (not that it matters apparently considering you can just say whatever you want apparently)

also he says "men have problems too" and i almost rocketed into the sun

this speech was written by one of the founders of the republic of gilead i swear

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pFF okay these are going under a cut-

1: Let’s start with a tricky one; what is the real reason you are confused right now?

Honestly I’m not confused at this moment so let’s go for like.. confused in general

I?? would date females?? they are cute? i have crushed on females before??? and yet i still like.. feel more attracted to men and feel like im straight? idk if this is???? a thing??????? i know my mom is attracted to some females romantically too so i just assume its a thing for straight people idfk sexuality is so fucking confusing ajhflkjsl

2: Do you ever get “good morning” texts from anyone?

Nope!

3: If your significant other smoked pot, would you care?

Yeah, I think I would? idk it makes me uncomfortable 

4: Do you find it easy to trust others?

Honestly? I feel like i shouldn’t but i do anyway

5: What were you doing at 11PM last night?

Falling asleep to Full House on the hotel tv ^^

6: You’re drunk and lost walking down the road; who is with you?

Probably some stray cat I picked up along the way and claimed as my own

7: What would you do if you found out you had been cheated on?

It would probably be really heartbreaking to be perfectly honest. Like, putting your love and trust into this person, willingly placing your heart into their hands, and they toss it away as if it had no real meaning to them. Idk what I would do, probably cry? Break up? im not sure what one would do in that situation

8: Are you close with your dad?

Yee!!

9: I bet you kissed someone last night, right?

Nopeo. Unless we’re talking on the cheek. My mom is very affectionate. She attacks us with hugs.

But if you’re talking romantically, I have never had a kiss, ever

10: What are you listening to?

Right now? The fan on my laptop and the clicking of the keys on my keyboard. I have no music on lol

11: You can only drink ONE liquid for the rest of your life - what is it?

Water. OOOO or bubble tea. prolly bubble tea

12: Do you like hickeys?

Noo ive never gotten one but nooo

13: What time do you go to bed?

Usually? 4-5am

14: Is there someone who continuously lets you down?

Not really?? 

15: Can you text as quickly with one hand as you do both?

Nah. I’m half-speed with just one thumb

16: Do you always answer your texts?

Sometimes I don’t know how to reply, or don’t have the energy to, so no ^^

17: Do you hate the person you fell the hardest for?

The person I fell the hardest for is Thomas Sanders

take a good look at my profile and tell me if that seems like hatred to you

18: When was the last time you talked to one of your best friends?

Couple hours ago ^^

19: Is there someone that makes you happy every time you see them?

Yes!!! I don’t see them physically but @fandergecko, @an-anxious-acquaintance, y o u, @underagecatnip- yeah im not gonna list them all that would take far too long but if ive ever spoken to them, i get so happy to see em

20: What was your last thought before you went to bed last night?

I dunno. i was singing along mentally to Bubblegum Bitch, so

21: Is anyone else in the room with you?

I mean... Not physically. I hope not

22: Do you believe what goes around comes around?

Im gonna be perfectly honest when I say i have no fucking clue what this saying even means

23: Were you happier four months ago than you are now?

No, not really?

24: Is there someone you wish you could fix things with?

Yeah.

25: In the past week, have you cried?

I?? think????????? maybe. i got chlorine in my eyes that made me tear up

26: What colour is the shirt you are wearing?

Black! (and gray and white and green and red blue-)

27: Do people ever call you by your last name?

Nope

28: Is anyone ignoring you right now?

mmaybe? I guess I wouldn’t know lol

29: Do you have a best friend?

Ye!! Multiple!

30: Would it be hard seeing someone else kiss the last person you kissed?

I have never kissed anyone. so. no-

31: Who was your last call/text message from?

Like proper text message? I havent had one in months 

Last call was from my mom

32: Are you mad at anyone?

nnno? I mean, sean is being a little shit and mark is putting his health in danger so im kinda salty but thats the usual

33: Have you ever kissed someone older than you?

nopee

34: How old will the last person you kissed be on his/her next birthday?

i dunno my dude

35: How many more days until your birthday?

aHHH

-googles it-

317

36: Do you have any summer plans yet?

Yep! Fourth of July party, tubing trip, Graduation party, possible trips to my grandmother’s, that’s about it

37: Do you have any good friends of the opposite sex?

Ummmmmmm

I believe? I’m gonna be totally honest and say males do tend to freak me out a bit. I have an irrational fear of guys, so i have no real irl friends that are dudes

38: Are you keeping anything from your best friend(s) now?

i dont think so?

39: Do you have a secret that you’ve never told anyone?

i just thought of one, but then i realized, nope, i told it to my friends, dammit

uh

i cannot keep secrets to save my life, i had an anxiety attack the last time i tried to hold a secret. Lasted maybe a month before I broke down in tears because of my guilty conscious. I cannot keep secrets

40: Have you ever regretted kissing someone?

still never kissed anyone my guy

41: Do you think age matters in relationships?

YES

42: Are you available?

I am available in the sense that i am single, but not in the sense i am looking for anyone lol

43: How many people have you had real, strong feelings for since high school ended?

Im still in it my dude

44: If you had to get a piercing (not ears), what would you get?

I already have ear piercings so-

Probably like.. nose piercing? or eyebrow? idk

45: Do you believe exes can be friends?

Yeah!!! My divorced parents are living proof of that! My mom, her husband, and my dad just got back from a vacation together. Everyone’s very close!!

46: Do you regret anything?

I regret how I handled some past things.

47: Honestly, what’s on your mind right now?

Multiple things, lemme list em-

1. The cheetos i have next to me

2. How I really wish I could be less of a fucking douche all the time

3. Katy Perry’s song ‘Peacock’

4. Thomas Sanders

48: Did you ever lose a best friend?

No ^^

49: Was your last kiss a mistake?

I mean.. it wasnt anyone-

50: Why aren’t you pursuing the person you like?

WELL FRIEND

1. He’s 29

2. He’s gay

3. He lives in Florida

4. HE’S 29

51: Has the last person you kissed ever seen you cry?

i feel like a lot of these are not for me considering ive never kissed anyone

52: Do you still talk with the person you LAST kissed?

technically i last kissed the spoon of crofters in my living room. no

53: What was the last thing you ate?

Cheetos!!

54: Did you get any compliments today?

Yep ^^

55: Where are you going on your next vacation?

Tubing trip bitches im ready to see my family get drunk at 12 in the afternoon and push each other in the river while blaring country music

56: Do you own anything from other countries?

I mean. All my items are from china, basically-

57: Are most of your friend guys or girls?

Girls ^^ But I have a lot of non-binary friends too!!

58: Where have you lived most of your life?

Michigan, the Lake-y Hell(tm)

59: When was the last time you took a long drive?

Roughly six hours ago

60: Have you ever played Spin the Bottle?

Nopee

61: Have you ever TPd someone’s house?

Nuh-uh!

62: Who do you text the most?

@underagecatnip ^^

63: What was the last movie you saw?

Oof, um.. I think it was Black Panther

64: What’s preventing your current boyfriend/girlfriend from going back to their ex?

The fact I never had one is a pretty huge thing

65: How many boyfriends/girlfriends did you have in 2011?

2011..? Let’s see, I was.. what, 8 years old? so none

66: Is the last person you kissed younger than you?

its a spoonful of crofters-

67: Do you curse around your parents?

Nah, not allowed to curse until I move out ^^

68: Are you happy with where you live?

Ye!

69: Picture of yourself?

70: Are you a monogamous person or do you believe in open-ended relationships?

I believe in open-ended relationships!! Why not?

71: Have you ever been dumped?

Never dated, so nope ^^

72: What do you most like about making out?

Picturing it being done very angrily between Roman and Logan-

73: Have you ever casually made out with someone who you weren’t seriously involved with?

Nop

74: When you kiss someone for the first time, is it usually you who initiates it or the other?

I mean it’ll hopefully be me when it does happen, I hate not having control in situations-

75: What part of a person’s body do you find most attractive?

Hair? Usually??? like if they have floofy hair im like n i c e and if its purple im like n I C E and if its swooshy and soft-looking im like N I C E and if its on the head of thomas sanders im like N   I    C    E 

76: Who was the last person you talked to last night before you went to bed?

My dad, cause he was the last one awake in the hotel room lol

77: Had sex with someone you knew less than an hour?

Boi, I’ve never dated,, never kissed,,, im 15- do you really think i’d have sex

78: Had sex with someone you didn’t know their name?

n o p e

79: What makes your heart flutter and brings a big cheesy smile to your face?

logince-

80: Would you get involved with someone if they had a child already?

I mean?? idk?????? maybe

81: Has someone who had a crush on you ever confessed to you?

Actually yes!! But after it was long gone lol

82: Do you tell a lot of people when you have a crush?

I love to announce it and ramble on about it, yes. I love bringing it to attention. i’m like Roman

83: Do you miss your last sweetie?

Yes he was a very good bunny i loved him sm his name was Swiss Roll

84: Last time you slow danced with someone?

never have

85: Have you ever ‘dated’ someone you’ve never met?

Nah

86: How can I win your heart?

Don’t be a little bitch-

87: What is your astrological sign?

Pisces! I’m a fuschia blood!!

88: What were you doing last night at 12 AM?

Sleepin

89: Do you cook?

Nooo-

90: Have you ever gotten back in touch with an old flame after a time of more than 3 months of no communication?

Nope

91: If you’re single right now, do you wish you were in a relationship?

Not really? I guess it would depend on the person, if we’re talking in general then not at all, but if it’s someone I have crushed/am currently crushing on, then it’d be great, cause I know them and their personality and yeah keep in mind he’s 29 and gay, me

92: Do you prefer to date various people or do you pretty much fall into monogamous relationships quickly?

Idk??? never done eITHER-

93: What physical traits do you look for in a potential interest?

Brown eyes cause I’m weirdly attracted to people with brown eyes

94: Name four things that you wish you had!

1. Sleep

2. Motivation

3. Intelligence

4. a pair of socks would be nice

95: Are you a player?

Yes I play a lot of video games, such as Minecraft-

96: Have you ever kissed 2 people in one day?

I once kissed my mom on the cheek and then my cat’s head

97: Are you a tease?

I tease a lot about future fics yes

98: Ever meet anyone you met on Tumblr?

No!! and that makes me sad!!!! i wanna meet themmm

99: Have you ever been deeply in love with someone?

Apparently I was in genuine love with Thomas Sanders, idfk i cant identify these things

100: Anybody on Tumblr that you’d go on a date with?

I have listed these before but like.. crankgameplays, markiplier, therealjacksepticeye, thatsthat24, tallykat3, thejoanglebook-

101: Hugs or Kisses?

Hugs!!

102: Are you too shy to ask someone out?

Oh yeah i would be 10000%

103: The first thing you notice about the opposite sex?

Hair, usually

104: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you babe?

Personally I find it creepy unless said in like.. a joking kind of way

105: If a sexy person was pursuing you, but you knew he/she was in relationship, would you go for it?

No?? why would you even

106: Do you flirt a lot?

I’ve been told I do unintentionally. i’m sorry

107: Your last kiss?

My cat’s fuzzy lil head

108: Have you kissed more than 5 people since the start of 2012?

I’ve kissed so many cute animals dude

109: Have you kissed anyone in the past month?

My cat!!

110: If you could kiss anyone who would it be?

Are we talking real people cause I would love to smooch a newfoundland doggo

I mean, probably thomas cause ive fallen pretty hard for him

111: Do you know who you’ll kiss next?

My cat-

112: Does someone like you currently?

I?? dunno?????? like i really do not know nobody tells me s o

113: Do you currently have feelings for anyone?

ThOmAs SaNdErS (HoNk :o))

114: Do you like to be in serious relationships or just flings?

serious relationships preferably

115: Ever made out with just a friend?

nopeo

116: Are you happier single or in a relationship?

I’ve only ever been single, sooo-

117: Your own question that you want me to answer. Just write it.

You didn’t give me a question to answer, so i’m just gonna say I love Thomas Sanders fuck the world

[plaingreeneyes]

SOME KEY SMASH FEELINGS ABOUT THE FINALE

disclaimer I am a huge bumblebee shipper but I support blacksun all the way if I wasn't so in love with bees id ship it too

-Yass Ilia girl GET IT

-Blake and Adams whole exchange (feat. Sun) was fuckin. great. I know a lot of people had issues with how calm Blake was while facing Adam but I think she's still scared, just tired of being the one to run away, like she says. and this whole episode is basically about bravery, and how you can still be scared shitless but do what needs to be done anyways.

-also YASS DRAG HIM

-and I KNEW they weren't done with Adam yet! theres no way he could be taken down that easily when he's been built up this whole time! I'm calling it: he's gonna be the big bad at the end of next season. fuck. him. up. girls.

-I loved Blake and Sun so much this episode.

-MY GIRL BLAKE COMING IN CLUTCH DURING THIS BATTLE! + SHES READY TO FIGHT ALL THEM BITCHEZ! SHES EXTRA AS HELL. WHAT AN ENTRANCE. 10/10.

-TEAM ATTACKS!!!!!!!!

-raven. is a fuckin bitch.

-as soon as it was revealed that raven was the new maiden I kinda figured she murdered the last one but holy shit yang just asking her about it bluntly like that and raven trying to defend it like it was the right thing to do was just. holy shit man.

-(rip background vernal)

-HOLY SHIT “did you kill her too?” MY GOD YANG YES READ HER 

-”OH SHUT UP” YASS. MY GIRL.

-this whole scene made me think so much of the “yang is the embodiment of strength” thing from Blake and suns conversation earlier this season. she's terrified of everything but she realized that bravery is being afraid but doing what needs to be done anyways which is again, what the whole episode was about but holy shit I have never loved yang so much in my entire life

-thats a lie I always love yang with my whole entire heart

-when raven cried? I had so many feelings? and then Yang cried? and then I cried? 

-yang breaking down in the magic desert with the triwizard cup.

-#GIVEYANGALLTHEHUGS2K18

-Lionhearts death was so fucking BRUTAL. him being dragged across the ground like that looked straight out of a horror movie and then he way he was still begging even after (presumably) being stabbed (Im going with stabbed through the chest first and then she went for the throat but idk) was fucking dark as shit my dudes. wow.

-and Salem looked so bored after. I felt like she needed a glass of wine in one hand while she wrote out a new tweet: “good help is so hard to find these days, wish my pawns would stop disappointing me #tookoutthetrash”

-so I am so convinced Emerald is in love with Cinder? her reaction when Cinder didn't come up made me actually so sad, cause she's so devoted to her.

-honestly I think I just want more lesbians but really am I wrong about this?

-BLAKE AND YANG SMILING AT EACH OTHER. 

- THAT ILLUSION. I love the fact that this season the opening credits were taken so literally. also illusion Salem is both terrifying but she also looked like she belonged in a ghostbusters movie.

-when it cuts back to them it looks like yang gives exactly 0 fucks.

-Adam looking at Hazel, Mercury and Emeralds escape and then leaving alone. yeah bro. great powerful friends you got there. fucking dick.

-belladonna fam hugs 

-based on this conversation I think next season will kinda conclude the White Fang storyline. I don't think the Faunus rights stuff will go away but I think we are gonna start focusing on the relics and the maidens and Salem specifically

-again Sun and Blake are SO DANG CUTE this episode! the whole spinning Blake around with his tail thing! if I didn't ship Bees much I would ship Blacksun with y'all, I totally get it. he's just so encouraging and sweet this episode! (I might start to ship both, ngl)

-YANG WHY THE FUCK YOU LYIN

-YAY! MY SWEET GIRLS ARE ALL BACK TOGETHER AGAIN! Weiss and Ruby being all worried about each other when they both god fucking wrecked like 2 episodes ago! Yang checking on her sister first because she still isn't quite sure how to react to Blake being there! Blake looking so unsure of herself because she still getting used to the idea that people will forgive her for the things she thinks she's done, and then they're so okay with her being there and she's like “I'm not going anywhere” and Weiss and Ruby look so happy about that and Yang looks so conflicted cause like. Blake did leave her when she was really vulnerable and but she just came back and she's gonna stay and Blake looks so prepared for Yang to hate her and she basically forgives her with one word and I SWEAR TO GOD SHES BLUSHING AND BLAKE LOOKS SO RELIEVED AND THEY HAVE A GROUP HUG AND THE SONG PLAYING AND MY HEART. IM FUCKING. HURFHFHJFJHSEFDJDEKDEJESFJJNSDFJNFDHGFYHEDKWD

-AND IF YOU LOOK WHEN THE GROUP HUG IS OVER YANG AND BLAKE IMMEDIATELY LOOK AT EACH OTHER AND YOU CANT SEE YANGS FACE BUT HOLY SHIT BLAKES FACE LOOKS SO??? LOVING???? AND HAPPY LIKE I DONT THINKS SHES EVER LOOKED BEFORE AND I CANT. I CANNOT. I AM WRECKED FROM THIS.

-so for sure I definitely wanted bees to happen this episode. but. I completely agree that if they are going to go that fired tin in the show, now wasn't really the time. they haven't seen each other for months. and yeah Yang has forgiven Blake but they haven't exactly talked about it. theres a lot of damage that was caused by everything that happened at the end of season 3, and while they've grown a lot as people and learned through other people to understand the reasons for the others actions, they really need to have a proper talk before anything serious can happen with them. that being said, I really hope for a conversation with an instrumental version of BMBLB playing in the background within the first few episodes of season 6. please.

-give me my slow burn gays

-”GET THIS SHIT TO ATLAS MOTHERFUCKER” “<SIGH>”

-the end credit song is SO FUCKING GOOD OH MY GOD LET ME AT THE SOUNDTRACK RT PLEASE WHY MUST YOU TORTURE US THIS WAY

-when Tai glares at Raven tho. please actually fulfill your end credit sequence and let them have a conversation. please please please.

and this concludes my swear filled review of RWBY season 5 episode 14. I'm gonna watch it for the fourth time and them cry and then maybe sleep, cause its 3 am and I am. emotions.

[type-a-nomad]

First Blog Post: Cape Town Day 1

Sunday Feb 11 2018

Growing Pains

I landed in Cape Town at 7:30am local time (CTT= Cape Town Time/ CT= Cape Town).  Because I slept from SFO to Heathrow, I got little to no sleep from Heathrow to Cape Town, resulting in my accidental all-nighter from 11:30pm CTT.  Everything is sort of hazy and out of whack.  It seems like everything that could have gone slightly wrong, has gone slightly wrong.  Or, at least, very far from the expected result.  The first of these instances was in the CT airport.  There was a driver that was supposed to meet me at 8am CTT and by 8:20am I was starting to feel quite nervous, as it is easy to direct my unease about the general situation of moving continents towards a short-term, tangible problem like my transportation.  By this time, I am sweating from nerves and general physical exhaustion from hauling my duffle bag around looking for the guy who is supposed to have a sign directing me to him.  Finally, I call the emergency number of the program I’m going through and they tell me to go to the information desk and wait for him to meet me there.  So I do.   Another 20 minutes later, all is well and my driver, Kyle, is blasting Lil’ Jon while speeding down the highway past the poorest parts of CT.  There are thousands of houses made out of scrap metal.  I saw roofs held onto structures by the weight of fractured concrete, wooden planks and sheets of tin propped up against each other, some structures were even two stories high.  Then we were zooming through Cape Town, the first thing I saw was the prison, which was almost as depressing as the slums.  But once we cleared the poorer outskirts, the water was visible and it was stunning.  It was like the surface was covered in gold glitter it was sparkling so much.  We stopped in front of a house in a rundown neighborhood, directly facing a large, white, and mostly windowless primary school.  Kyle grabs my duffle bag out of the car (bless him) and dispassionately drops me and it at the front door of a dusty, brick-red house.  I ring the doorbell as Kyle drives off.  Nobody answers.  After a minute, I ring again.  Still, nobody answers.  I reach past the metal grate blocking the wooden door and knock.  I am starting to panic (again) and am knocking and ringing, feeling stranded and mildly disgusted at the dead, partially-squished rat I had to walk over to get to the door.  10 minutes pass.  I am still frantically knocking.  Then, I hear something. A short girl answers the door.  She’s maybe 24, with a sleeve of tattoos- one of which is a large elephant with a very South African looking tree next to it.  I introduce myself and she says her name is Cassie and she essentially runs the hostel.  She takes me upstairs and shows me my room with three bunkbeds lining the walls, and a file-cabinet-like dresser against the fourth.  The floor is covered in clothes and there is a girl sleeping in her underwear surrounded by around 5 half-empty fanta bottles and two sticky glasses with flat soda in them.  I say hello and she makes no noise, clearly a bit irritated her sleep has been interrupted.  Cassie tells me to meet her downstairs in a few minutes when I settle in.  I sit down on the bed and basically curl up in a ball of confusion, anxiety, and relief.   When I have taken some deep breaths, reapply deodorant, and listed things I am grateful for and things I want to learn, I hop down the dirty stairs in the dim  house and find Cassie.  She gives me a brief tour of the house and shows me how I have to shower in a bucket and then dump the bucket in a larger bucket.  Then, when you want to take a number 2 you have to walk to the big bucket, fill up a small bucket with water, then find a way to dump the water in the small bucket into the toilet tank so you can flush.  This is way harder than it sounds and it an extremely awkward process that is almost as stressful as it is embarrassing for me because if you grab the bucket everyone knows you aren't just going number 1.  Most of my stress here hinges on the idea of making myself more embarrassed than I already am by fûcking up this process in one way (technically this whole extravaganza is called a grey-water system). After the somewhat unnerving house tour, I am starting to realize how incredibly foreign all of this is.  Moving to and living in Florence was traveling to another country, Cape Town is another planet.  Everything feels slightly uneasy when you walk down the streets.  I felt very watched and distrustful of anyone around me because I had been warned so thoroughly about the impressive theft that was pulled off, even in broad daylight. Then, the first genuinely positive interaction of my day happens.  Three girls, Jonna (Sweden), Ella (Sweden), and Natália (Brazil) say that they're gong to the beach and if I don’t have any plans I should come with them to get lunch and then go to the beach.  The tight little ball in my chest loosens. We all go to the grocery store and upon our return, Cassie comes up to me and tells me that tomorrow I am moving to a HomeStay.  My reaction is:  “WHAAAT??!?!?!?!??!?!????”.  I was NOT supposed to be at a Home-Stay and was clearly told by the volunteer service that I would be based at the volunteer hostel.  I was completely caught off-guard and this was the LAST mix-up I would expect to happen.  I make her double-check that it’s the right person she’s talking about and she confirms that yes, in fact my program is in an area much closer to the poorer neighborhoods, because those are the kids we are serving.  Thus, I need to live close to them and that means living with a family.  WHAT THE FÜCK?  I regain my zen and try to just be a “go with the flow” kind of person, but I feel like a rock being unwillingly dragged down a river by the force of the water.  After many minutes of mindful breathing and sunscreen application, we are in the uber to the beach.   The beach is gorgeous.  The South African Sun was incredibly intense.  Even when applying several layers of thick sunscreen and sitting entirely in the shade, my skin was very offended I had decided to move to this continent.  That being said, there were white fluffy sand, colored umbrellas, beautiful and tan, beachy South Africans everywhere, so I told my skin to shut up.  My particular favorite of all my people-watching specimen was a 50-something woman in a hot pink bikini who was so freckled she passed it off as a deep tan.  She had a lower back tattoo that said “Brooklyn Forever” in swirly writing, some Chinese characters on her back, a ring of thorns around her bicep, and a kiss mark on her lower right hip.  Her small white lap dog came over and chilled on my towel while she drank some alcoholic beverage and told her four-year-old daughter to move out of her tanning chair because “I’m an ádult” (only self-important people say adult as aaaaadult).  She also told her friend to “stay on the hunt”, when a 20 year old lifeguard passed and they both obviously checked him out, even though they were both wearing wedding rings and surrounded by their own children.  From eavesdropping on their conversations I learned her name was Lisa, which fits all too well.   I hang out with my new friends and learn lots of cool information.  For example, Natalia has breast implants her boyfriend paid for as a present to her 5 months ago and is very happy to talk about them as a point of braggadocio (as it turns out, two americans in this volunteer hostel also have breast implants”.  Ella has four tattoos, one of which is very large on her forearm that says “There is no progress without struggle”.  She says she almost ran to the tattoo parlor on her 18th birthday to get it— but now she thinks it’s cliche.  Jonna is amazed at my ability to recite facts I learned from various podcasts I listened during my unintentional all-nighter to Cape Town.  For example, your likelihood of getting cancer increases by 40% if you average less than 7 hours of sleep per night over your lifetime.  Cassie and her sister Ashley end up joining us.  By that time I was entirely exhausted.  My face was telling me it was time to get out of the sun even though I was in the shade, with a hat and sunscreen on.  And, again, I was entirely exhausted so interaction with new people was a strain I was really not feeling.   Finally, we call and uber and go back to the hostel. I cannot get the idea of the host family off of my mind as I am moving there tomorrow and have exactly no information on who they are, where they live, what the conditions will be, how many people live there, etc.. I decide the best way to ease my anxiety is to get something done.  So, I go to the drug store down the street, Click-It.  I buy around 10 items and when I’m checking out, the cashier does something very odd.  He looks at me, smiles, and says “when you leave the alarm by the door might go off, just keep walking”.  I kind of smile and then process what he’s really said, then process the fact that him and his female co-worker at the other register just smiled at each other clearly in regards to what he has just said.  “Why” I ask.  “Because I am not going to scan all the items they want me to scan.  Don’t worry about it.  Just keep walking”.  At this point I’m like WHAT THE FÜCK IS GOING ON PART 2.  Is he saying he is giving me some of my items for free? What on earth is happening.  Well, then I go to pay with my Charles Schwab card that is supposed to be perfect and seamless to use and it’s DECLINED.  So I pay with Wells Fargo and the world starts turning again.  Right after I pick up my bag he reminds me “dont forget: DO NOT stop walking”. And Im like “Dude I just wanted my leave-in conditioner, I don’t need Mission-Impossible”  But, whatever, I’m only 95% sure I can understand the gist of what he is saying because I am still having trouble understanding South African English accents. I scurry home, through the accusatorially beeping metal detector with my newly aquired, and possibly partially stolen goods and take my brief, bucket shower.  Now, I am hiding in my top bunk, trying to collect myself and hide from human interaction because honestly, I’m getting close to being at wits-end.  I am too overwhelmed to edit this so #nofilter yay I completed my first blog post.  Happy First Day In South Africa, Bitches.

xoxo Q

[larkawolfgirl]

🌟 Namine / KH 🌟

Thank so much for the ask!

Why I like them

She has a tragic past, and I feel bad for her that she is the one that truly doesn’t have a place to belong. Even if she is able to exist as her own person, where does she go? With Sora, Riku, and Kairi to Destiny Island, or with Axel, Roxas, and Xion? She doesn’t really fit into either group fully, and would stand out as a fourth wheel. I like that even when she felt weak and trapped by the Organization, she still never broke completely. She tried her best to right her wrongs and give Roxas a bit of happiness before he rejoined with Sora. I also like how she doesn’t blame Sora at all for choosing Kairi over her. I only wish she wasn’t so self-depreciating about it. 

Why I don’t

She is basically a blander version of Kairi. The only thing going for her over Kairi is that she has more “story” and notable screentime. It also annoys me how easily she gives in to what others tell her. Not only does she believe that she has no right to exist, but she pushes that belief onto Roxas as well. I know that some people see it as cruel, but I just find it harmful. Roxas should be able to decide whether or not he deserves to exist himself.

Favorite episode (scene if movie)

The scene where she talks with Roxas from inside Kairi. They are just so hopeful, you have to like it.

Favorite season/movie

2 because she is stronger. She goes against DiZ and rescues Kairi. 

Favorite line“Think, Sora. Think of the person who’s most special to you. See that faint glimmer way in the back of your heart? That’s a piece of your memory, Sora. Call out to it! No matter how far away the light gets, your heart’s voice will always reach it.”

Favorite outfit

OTP

It used to be Sora/Namine since she definitely has a stronger connection with him on-screen, however, now I’m leaning toward Riku/Namine. They spent a lot of time together while Sora slept, and I think they would understand each other well. They have both done things they’ve come to regret (to Sora), and both deal with hating themself to a degree as a result. They can understand how the other is feeling much better than anyone (except maybe Lea). Plus, Sora’s loud, rambunctiousness would clash with her quietness, while Riku’s silent brooding would mix better. Riku’s protective nature would also work well with her supportiveness so they could team up together to take care of everyone else.

Brotp

Kairi! I want these girls building each other up!

Head Canon

Being the shipping whore I am, my unshakable head canon is that Namine can’t help being drawn romantically to Sora, Riku, Kairi, Roxas, and even Xion because of her connection to Sora and Kairi’s hearts whether she wants to be or not.

Unpopular opinion

I don’t want her to ever wield a keyblade. If she is sharing Kairi’s body, then maybe I can get on board, but the amount of keyblade users is getting a bit out of hand (given that the first game made us think Sora was the only wielder). Plus, I feel that out of everyone, it is least in her nature to be a wielder. She fits better into the role of sideline cheerleader. 

A wish

I want her and Sora to have a reunion and for him to remember what happened in Castle Oblivion. I would also love it if he told her that she is just as real as Kairi even though he chose her over her. And it would make me super happy if that made Namine believe it even a little.

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happenI don’t want her to end up in a relationship with Roxas just because Sora and Kairi end up together. I don’t mind if they do get together, but give them a reason to. Give them more screentime together, let them bond over something other than Roxas’ tragic fate. Just put some effort in the writing, please!

5 words to best describe themLonely, kind, quiet, bland, supportive

My nickname for them

I don’t really have one, but things that come to mind are: white, lonely girl, and miss artist