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ssreeder · 2 years ago
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I'm sorry but "his entire world was turning upside down"??? LET'S GOOOO. "Zuko's death should have been a victory, but instead it felt hollow" SUCK IT SHITHEAD
-Fragile heart
(no I'm not done reading. It just made me comically happy to see jet suffer 💀) (what have you done to me)
I have created a monster, maybe we should change your name from fragile heart anon to - no longer gives a shit anon.
Why does everyone wanna see my boy Jet suffer?! (I mean i do too but i want everyone in LIAB to suffer lol)
I wonder how long Jet is going to think he killed Zuko when really it was Shen & is someone going to tell him or is he just going to randomly see Zuko somewhere and be like sup????
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sequinsmile-x · 6 months ago
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hello! I'm in looove with your writing!! 🥰❤️ I was wondering if you ever thought about writing something about Hotch watching Emily sleep? like a 5+1 thing or something like that? maybe it's a weird request but I thought I'd ask hahaha
Thank you so much <3 and not a weird request at all, I love it and I LOVE writing 5+1 format fics.
Sorry for kind of teasing you all about this fic for over a week. But I hope it was worth the wait, please let me know what you think <3
This fic is a real rollercoaster of emotions and I hope you enjoy the ride!
-x-
These Pages Must Show
Everything else had come later. Her obvious intelligence, her unending kindness, her sense of humour. It all slowly chipped away his armour until he found himself standing on her doorstep asking her to come on just more case, well aware by that point that she was someone he could trust, the ashes of his marriage still clinging to his suit.
Five times Aaron watches Emily sleep, and one time she watches him.
-x-
Words: 6.9k
Warnings: Angst, grief, pregnancy
Read over on Ao3, or below the cut:
One
Everyone except Aaron falls asleep almost the moment the jet takes off.
It had been a long, hard, case. They’d barely had time to sleep, their hotel rooms more a place to freshen up and keep their things rather than rest. He was tired too, exhaustion settling deep in his bones, but he drinks a coffee to keep himself awake - desperate to get as much paperwork done as possible on the journey home to free up some of his weekend to spend time with his son. His time with Jack had been limited since the divorce and he made the most of it where he could, pleased that, despite everything, he and Haley were making things work for their son so he would grow up knowing both his parents loved him. 
Aaron is pulled out of his concentration when he hears a soft snore from across the table, and he’s unable to stop himself from smiling when he looks at Emily, her mouth hanging open ever so slightly, her grip on the book she’d been reading loosening. She’d been the last to fall asleep out of everyone. They’d spoken for a little while, conversation flowing between them in a way that was easier now than ever before, the case in Milwaukee that had almost been the last for both of them fraying any final strands of mistrust. 
She snores again and he suppresses a smile even though she’s fast asleep. There’s something endearing about the fact she snores. It was a piece of information about her that he’d store away, something that made her seem human, a reminder he sometimes needed to tell himself she wasn’t perfect. 
He’d noticed her beauty the moment they met. He wasn’t blind, despite his mistrust of her, and it had taken him aback, the stirring deep in his gut, the flip of his stomach that he hadn’t had looking at another woman since he’d married Haley quickly chased away by guilt. He didn’t have to be good at his job to know that’s why he’d been so harsh on her, aiming his frustration outwards because it was easier than wondering why just looking at her made him feel more than he’d felt in months. 
Everything else had come later. Her obvious intelligence, her unending kindness, her sense of humour. It all slowly chipped away his armour until he found himself standing on her doorstep asking her to come on just more case, well aware by that point that she was someone he could trust, the ashes of his marriage still clinging to his suit. 
She snores again and shifts in her seat, her grip on her book loosening even further, and he sees it start to slip to the ground. He stands up and catches it before it hits the floor, grabbing it as it slips out of her lap, his thumb pressed on the inside of the spine to keep it open on its spot. He looks around for a bookmark to hold where she’d got to, but can’t see one on the table in front of her. The outside of the book may have been worn, the cracked spine and faded edges giving away just how many times she’d read it, but none of the pages are dog-eared. He doesn’t want to cause any damage to something she clearly values, so he digs through his pocket for a receipt, smiling in victory when he finds the one from when he’d bought everyone coffee that morning. He slips the thin piece of paper into the book and closes it before placing it on the table next to her half-drunk cup of tea. 
He smiles when she mutters something under her breath as she sleeps, her eyebrows furrowed as she shifts slightly in her seat, and he sits back down, content to carry on with his paperwork in silence. 
When she eventually wakes up from her nap, shaken out of it by a small pocket of turbulence, he’s in the kitchenette, so he misses how she looks curiously at her book. How she smiles when she opens it and looks back and forth between his empty seat and the receipt detailing everyone’s coffee order that morning, the coffee order she knows he bought. 
As he steps into the main cabin past the curtain he smiles at her, “Would you like a cup of coffee?” 
She shakes her head, suppressing a yawn, covering her mouth with her hand, “I’ll never sleep when I get home if I do.” 
“Tea?” He asks, placing his cup of coffee on the table, “There’s chamomile.” 
She hesitates for a moment, not wanting to inconvenience him, to make him go back into the kitchenette just for her, but then her gaze drops to her book, the slip of paper sticking out of each end of it, and she presses her lips together to capture her smile. The simple act of kindness warming her from the inside out, the crush on him she’d been desperately trying to ignore tearing itself out of the box she’d locked it away in. 
“Yeah,” she replies, smiling at him, keeping her voice low so she doesn’t wake the others, finding herself chasing just a few minutes alone with him, “That would be nice, thank you.” 
He smiles and nods, turning back and disappearing behind the curtain. She blows out a slow breath the moment he’s no longer in sight, desperate to gather herself as her breath puffs out her cheeks. She’s barely able to chastise herself for something as pedestrian as having a crush on her boss, when he’s placing the cup of tea in front of her, his smile soft as he sits down again. 
“Here you go, Emily.” 
It’s just her first name, something the rest of the team uses outside of work all the time, but she knows it’s the first sign that something between them has changed. That a bookmark made of a receipt and a cup of tea have somehow shifted them into something different. She wraps her hand around the mug, warming her palms with it, letting herself feel the slight burn so she can think of anything other than how fast her heart is beating against her ribcage. 
“Thank you, Aaron.” 
___
Two
His shoulders slump the moment he steps into his apartment, the weight of the day finally pressing down on him. He dumps his briefcase on the side table before he checks the locks behind him, jiggling the chain to double-check it is secure. 
It’s only when he turns around and faces his apartment he realises just how quiet it is. He frowns, the anxiety that had never quite gone away since Foyet had attacked him here in his home licking at his insides. If circumstances were different, if his son hadn’t lost almost everything that was once familiar to him, Aaron is sure he would have moved. That he would have found somewhere else to call home, a place where he wouldn’t sit on the couch, his eyes fixed on the piece of carpet where he’d once almost died. But he wanted Jack to have something to hang on to, one thing that felt normal in the new life they were living, and this apartment was safe to him, so Aaron stayed. 
He’d rather fight his own demons head-on than create any more for his son, especially since he cost him his mother. 
He’s quiet as he opens Jack’s bedroom door, the only light in the room the nightlight in the corner, and any anxiety disappears the moment he spots his little boy fast asleep in his twin bed, the woman sleeping next to him, her cheek pressed against the boy’s sandy hair, answering the other question Aaron had. 
Emily had offered to babysit at the last minute. Jessica was sick so couldn’t pick Jack up from school like she usually would, and that combined with an emergency meeting with Strauss had left him in a tough spot. Emily was with him when he took the call from Jessica, had watched as his grip had tightened on his phone, and she was already offering to look after Jack before he’d even hung up.  
Ever since Haley’s death, she’d become a semi-permanent feature in the Hotchner household. She brought them meals and her company, and occasionally Sergio once Jack found out that the cat existed and decided they’d be fast friends. She looked after them and never expected anything in return, her smile endlessly kind as she assured him it was no bother to her, that she loved spending time with the two of them. 
When he allowed himself to look ahead, when the heavy, hazy, grief that had settled around him cleared just enough for him to see what he wanted in the future, she was in it. She was it. He’d long accepted that the feelings he had for her were deeper than friendship, a four-letter word he kept locked in his chest, the key of the cage he kept it in lodged in his throat, because he knew now wasn’t the time. He had to put Jack first, to make sure he was okay, and he had to make sure he was okay himself too.
He didn’t want to enter into anything broken, didn’t want to fracture what he’s sure would be something precious if he looked after it properly. 
He allows himself a moment to simply look at them. Jack looked as peaceful as he ever did these days, his face slack and half pressed against Emily’s chest, his small hand around the neckline of her shirt. Emily is lying next to him, on top of the covers her arms secure around him with an open storybook abandoned in her lap. 
Aaron knows from experience that sleeping like she is for too long would hurt her back, a lesson he’d learnt the hard way when Jack first started sleeping in his own room again just a few weeks ago. The victory that he was no longer in Aaron’s bed with him not dampened by the fact they were both squished together in a smaller bed. He walks over and reaches out, his hand hesitating for a moment before he touches her, careful to make sure he’s only touching her arm before he gently shakes her, stopping the moment he sees her eyelashes flutter. 
“Emily.”
She grumbles, her voice rough and adorable as her eyebrows knit together as she peels her eyes open, “Aaron?” 
“It’s me,” he says quietly, smiling softly when she blinks, her eyes briefly wide as she realises where she is, her grip on Jack tightening, “I just got home.” 
“Oh,” she says, looking down at Jack, “I didn’t realise I’d fallen asleep.” 
He hates that she sounds apologetic, like there should be anything to be ashamed of for feeling comfortable enough around his little boy to drift off, “That’s okay, if I didn’t think your back would hate you in the morning I’d have left you to it.” 
There’s something about the admission that makes her blush, and she’s immediately grateful that the only light in the room is the nightlight in the corner, “Well, thank you,” she says, kissing Jack’s forehead as she disentangles herself from him, smiling shyly at Aaron as she stands up straight, “I’ll leave you to say goodnight.” 
He smiles gratefully at her and nods as she steps out into the hallway. He retucks the bedding around his son and sits on the edge of the bed, taking a couple of minutes to watch him, to soak in everything he’d missed so many months of, everything he’d make sure he’d spend the rest of his life protecting. Eventually, he kisses his forehead and whispers his love against his soft skin before he leaves the room. 
When he walks back to the living room, Emily already has her jacket and shoes on, her car keys in hand and a soft smile on her face. 
“Thank you for looking after him.” 
She waves him off, shaking her head as she rebukes the gratitude, as if it would never occur to her to do anything else, “It’s my pleasure. He’s a great kid.” 
He nods, his hands shoved deep into his pockets as he stares at her. He wants her to stay, wants to bask in her company as easily as his son does, but he finds himself stuck, one foot firmly in his past as he tries to take a shaky step into his future, the path unsteady and unsure. 
“I should get going,” she says softly, stepping towards him, her arms crossed over her chest, her smile still endlessly kind, “I’ll see you two tomorrow for his soccer game?”
He can see everything in her eyes that she hasn’t said, can see the assurance in her smile, the way she leans forward for a hug steadying the foundations for what was to come. He hugs her back, lets himself feel the weight of her against him for a second longer than he should, and then he lets her go, and he hopes she can hear everything he can’t say yet too. 
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Emily.” 
I’ll be ready soon.
She smiles softly, “See you tomorrow, Aaron.” 
I’ll be waiting.
___
Three 
He ignores the sympathetic look the nurse on the desk gives him. 
He’s almost tempted to chastise her for not checking his credentials, to remind her that this was the secure wing, but he recognises her as well as she recognises him. 
He’d been here every day for over a week. 
The journey to Emily’s room is familiar, the click of his shoes on the laminate floor echoing around the hallway, playing a tune that turns his stomach as it mixes in with the repetitive beep of the machines in every patient room. She’s asleep when he walks in. She almost always was as her body recovered from the injuries that should have killed her, the injuries that had killed her. 
He knows it’s stupid to visit her every day, that if JJ knew where he was she’d tell him off, but he can’t help himself. Especially today when some of the dirt he’d thrown in on top of her coffin was still lingering on the cuff of his pants. 
He sits next to her bed, his hand automatically wrapping around hers, their once strong embargo on not touching each other except for hugs goodbye long gone. There had been a moment, just before the day when he now knew Sean McCallister had called her, when he thought they’d finally made it to the moment he’d been waiting for, his reasons for not asking her out on a date no longer outweighing his reasons for asking her out. He’d kissed her, her smile soft as she pulled back from it, her fingers running through his hair as she promised she’d see him tomorrow. 
She’d pulled back from him overnight, the one kiss they’d shared still making his lips tingle as she suddenly had excuses to not spend any time with him and Jack. He’d assumed she’d changed her mind, or that he’d misread all the signs somehow, and it was only when it was too late, when she’d already put herself in danger to protect the team, to protect him and his son, when he realised what was happening.
Aaron wished she’d told him what was happening. Wished that she’d given him a chance to help, but he knew she’d done what she thought was right, and he couldn’t bring himself to hold that against her. 
Not when he was about to send her away. 
He doesn’t know how long he sits there, his eyes fixed on her bruised face and his hand around hers, before she slowly wakes up, a small groan escaping her as the pain that came with being awake washes over her. 
“Aar…” she trails off, his name stuck in her throat as she tries to fight off the sleep that was always threatening to drag her back under, and he squeezes her hand, lifting it to his lips to kiss her knuckles before he even thinks about it. 
“It’s me, Emily,” he assures her, “It’s Aaron.” He smiles when she finally opens her eyes, the love he felt for her swirling in his gut as she looks him up and down. 
“You look smart,” she says, her blinks slow, her eyelids drawn down by medication and pain, “This is nicer than your normal suits.” 
He squeezes her hand, his jaw tight as he clears his throat, “I came straight from the cemetery.” 
He doesn’t have to say anything else, even in the state she was in she understood, her weak grip on his hand briefly tighter, “Oh,” she says, her lips pressed together, “That was today.” 
He nods, “Yes,” he replies, “I made an excuse and left the wake. I had to come to see you.” 
He can’t bring himself to tell her that he needed to see her because he needed to remind himself that it is all fake. That the weight to the coffin he’d carried wasn’t her body but sandbags they’d put in the casket to make it seem real, that the gravestone with her name etched onto it stood at a grave that was empty apart from the weighted casket. It was too real, everyone else's grief weighing down on him, the guilt that he'd done this, that he’d taken her life from her filling his lungs. 
“Hey,” she whispers, dragging his attention to her, “Don’t do that.” 
He smiles wryly, his thumb tracing over her pulse point, a much needed reminder that she’d somehow survived, that she was still here even if no one else knew it, “Don’t do what?” 
“Blame yourself,” she says, her smile weak, “You did what you had to do to protect me.” 
He hums, not quite sure that he believes her, self-hatred so familiar to him, such a cornerstone of his life, that it was easier to feel than everything else. “Yeah, I just wish it hadn’t come to this.” 
“Me too,” she replies, the apology she’d given him a thousand times since she’d first woken up dying on her tongue, “I heard the doctor talking. He said I’ll be stable enough to move soon. Will you be told when it happens?” 
He shakes his head and watches the slightly hopeful smile slip off her face. Every time he’d come here there had been the possibility that she’d already be gone, her room empty, the smell of disinfectant in the air removing the final traces of her from his life. “It’s safer that no one knows.” 
She swallows thickly, the knowledge that this could be their goodbye, that it could truly be the end of the thing between them that never had a chance to get started weighing heavily in the room. She can’t bring herself to think about it, much less talk about it, but she knows she wants him here with her as long as possible. She forces a smile and squeezes his hand, making him look up at her. 
“Can you do something for me?” 
“Anything,” he replies immediately, and they both know he’d do it. That if he could spare her any of this he would. 
Her smile turns genuine, the love that would feel cruel to admit to now flooding through her, “Can you read to me for a little while?” She asks, nodding towards a book on the side table, “I keep trying but with all the meds they’ve got me on I can’t concentrate.” 
He reaches for the book, raising his eyebrow as looks back to her, the pristine cover and perfect spine giving away that it was new and had never been read, “I didn’t take you for a Dickens fan.” 
She narrows her eyes, “One of the nurses gave it to me,” she says, “I didn’t exactly have time to pack a bag.” 
He smiles and opens the books with one hand, the other still wrapped around hers, “From the start?” He asks and she nods. He smiles at her before he turns his attention back to the book, “Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show.” 
___
Four
He wakes up early, drawn from sleep by the sun streaming in through an unfamiliar window, his face in the direct line of the gap in the curtains. 
It was rare that he got to wake up slowly, so he takes advantage of it. Lets his senses return one by one, each one of them reminding him where he is before his brain kicks into gear. The sound of her soft snores. The smell of her hair from where her head was tucked under his chin. The feel of her tangled around him, their limbs wrapped together like a vine. The taste of her still lingering on his lips, something he chases with his tongue as he wets his lower lip. When he opens his eyes and looks at her, tilting his head just enough to see the profile of her face, a sense of peace he thought he’d never experience again washes over him. 
They’d taken things slowly. 
When she came home, a shell of the person she’d once been, he’d wanted nothing more than to drag her into his arms and protect her. He’d stopped himself, his palms itching with it as he reminded himself she needed to do this how she saw fit. She’d had so much of her freedom stripped away, some of it by him, and she needed to claw it back, needed to try and find her footing again in a world that had shattered around her. The first step back towards where they’d been before was when they came to their agreement that she’d tell him about her bad days. He’d tried, and failed, to remain detached. The lie that he only cared as her boss obvious to both of them, but he knows that it had contributed to her keeping her promise to come to him on that very same case. 
After that, there were times when it felt like nothing had changed. Like she hadn’t died to protect him and he hadn’t buried her and they were as close to becoming something more as they had been before. He still let her take the lead. Would say goodbye at his front door or hers every evening with a hug that lingered a little too long and a promise to see each other tomorrow. 
When she kissed him it was a reflection of the last time she had. A perfect parallel that somehow spoke of everything they’d been through and everything yet to come all at once. As soon as the kiss ended he asked her out, a question that had prompted laughter from her, her agreement to go out with him lost in between more kisses and her teasing of just how long have you been waiting to ask, as if she didn’t already have the answer. 
She let him pick the restaurant, a glint in her eye he knew spelt trouble when she found out he’d chosen a French place she’d mentioned to him once. The moment she orders their food in French, switching easily between it and English as she asks him questions between listing items to the waiter, he knows he has lost the last piece of his self-control, his obsession with her exactly as she already was, every part of her perfect to him, bone-deep. 
She’d taken him to her place afterwards, her smile uncharacteristically shy as she wrapped her hand around his and dragged him into her apartment. They barely made it inside before they were on each other, knocking into walls and counters as they finally gave in to everything they’d denied themselves for years, her belongings falling to the floor and left there, unimportant as they finally found each other. They’d explored each other slowly, taking time to learn the bodies they knew had changed since anyone else had last seen them, and when he fell asleep with her pressed up against him, her skin warm and sticky against his, he knew this had been his last first date.  
“Are you watching me sleep?”
His eyes meet hers and he clears his throat, suppressing a smile as his cheeks burn with embarrassment at being caught out, “No.”
She smiles at him, her eyes still bleary from sleep, her hand uncoordinated as she pushes it against his cheek, forcing his head to move so she can kiss him, “Yes you are,” she says, kissing him again, “Creep.”
She presses herself closer to him, her face buried against his neck as she curls up on his chest, sighing contentedly as he runs his hand up and down her bare back, “Good morning, by the way.” 
He feels her smile against his chest, something she chases with a kiss against the scar under her cheek, “Morning.” 
He kisses the top of her head, breathing in the scent of her shampoo as his nose settles against her hair, and he lets his eyes drift shut. He makes sure that he takes it in, that he allows himself to enjoy this moment he’d wanted for years, something that, until recently, he thought he’d missed out on. 
“What do you want to do today?” He asks, his breath skipping across her forehead, and she sighs contently, placing her hands on his chest and resting her chin on them, her smile soft as she looks up at him. 
“Let you cook me breakfast,” she says, “Have sex. Sleep. Let you make me lunch. Have sex,” she smiles when he laughs, “Have a nap, let you cook me dinner, have sex-”
“I’m seeing a pattern emerging here,” he says, his touch turning insistent on her back, his palm slipping down to the globe of her ass.
She hums as she moves so she’s straddling his waist, her elbows on either side of his head as her face hovers over his, “This is one of the many reasons I find you so hot,” she says, her smile pressed against his, “You’re so smart.” 
He pulls her into a kiss, swallowing her yelp when he rolls them, pressing her into the mattress before he sits up, “I’d better get started on your list of demands.” 
She bites her lower lip as she sits up in bed, unashamedly letting the covers fall to her waist, “I bought what you need to make pancakes especially.”
He fakes outrage as he pulls on his boxers, “How did you know I’d put out on the first date?”
She winks at him, “I had a feeling,” she says, “Now go make some food. I’m starving.” 
He leans down to kiss her one more time, “Yes sweetheart.” 
As he walks to the kitchen, as relaxed as he’d ever been, he almost trips over something on the ground. He frowns curiously, the expression slowly giving way to a smile as he picks it up, a copy of David Copperfield, the cover of it far more worn than it had been the last time he’d seen it in her hospital room. His heart skips a beat as he imagines her in a nondescript apartment in Paris, the one connection she had left to him in her hands, reading it again and again until she felt somewhere close to home. He places it carefully on the side table it had clearly fallen from, his fingers lingering on the torn edges of the front cover, before he continues his journey to the kitchen.
He had pancakes to make.
___
Five 
“I am far too tired for this shit.” 
Aaron has to stop himself from laughing at his wife, knowing he’d be in trouble if she caught him. He presses his lips together to contain his smile before he turns to look at her, his efforts pointless as soon as he spots her on their newly delivered couch, half-laying, half-sitting on top of the plastic they still hadn’t removed from it, the box of books she was meant to be unpacking abandoned at her feet. 
“We can take a break, sweetheart,” he says, walking over and joining her, the plastic crinkling under him as wraps his arm around her and drags her into his side, his hand resting on her bump, “Moving is hard even when you aren’t 6 months pregnant.” 
She hums something he thinks is an agreement under her breath and she turns her head to press her face against his neck, “I’d go upstairs and nap but the bed frame isn’t coming until later,” she’s close to pouting when she pulls back to look at him, “And I think sleeping on the mattress on the floor is a little beyond me these days.” 
He leans in and kisses her cheek before he does the same with her bump, laughing when their daughter kicks in response, and he comes up with a plan. He stands up and offers her his hand, “Stand up for a minute.” 
She huffs, “Honey-”
“Just a minute okay,” he says, taking both of her hands and helping her up, “Then you can have your nap.” 
She nods, her hands on her belly as she chases the movement of their little girl. She watches as Aaron makes quick work of pulling the plastic off the couch, her lips pressed together to cover a laugh as he curses under his breath when a piece of it is particularly stubborn. He disappears from the room for a few seconds to grab a couple of throw cushions and a blanket from where they were piled up in the foyer, and he smiles when he walks back in, almost tripping over a box in the entryway. The house was a mess, their belongings strewn everywhere as they tried to make it a home, and he was grateful that Jack was with Jessica as they tried to get the bulk of it done.
“Here we are,” he says, placing two cushions down on the couch before he grabs her hand, guiding her over, “Now you can nap.” 
She shakes her head lovingly as he helps arrange one of the cushions under her head and the other under her bump, providing the support she now couldn’t sleep without. He’s about to step away when she grabs his hand, her smile sleepy and soft and impossible to say no to as she looks up at him.
“Sit with us for a little bit?”
He nods and slips under her head as she sits up just enough for him to do so, the cushion on his lap and her head on the cushion as she resettles, She curls her hand around his knee, anchoring herself to him as she sighs contentedly, her thumb moving back and forth over the rough material of his jeans. 
“Better?” He asks, his hand landing in her hair, his short nails scratching against her scalp.
“Much,” she replies, turning her head just enough to press a kiss to his clothed leg, “Baby girl and I sleep much better with you around.” 
He smiles, the hand not tangled in her hair resting on her bump, feeling the almost constant movement of their little girl. Sometimes it hit him how close he’d come to having none of this, how close he’d come to missing out on her. His wife. The love of his life and mother of his children. It seemed impossible to think about and he shook it off every time he was haunted by the what-ifs of a different life he had no interest in. 
“We really need to come up with a name,” he says, continuing the gentle scratching of her scalp, feeling her grip on his knee loosening already as she started to be lulled to sleep, “Even if baby girl was an option, Garcia and Morgan have ruined it for me.” 
She laughs, the sound a huff as it escapes her, her words slightly slurred as they follow, “We have time.” 
He leans down to kiss her cheek, not caring that the angle is awkward and his back twinges, “We have plenty of time, sweetheart,” he kisses her cheek again, “Get some sleep.” 
He sits there for a while, his girls safe and relaxing in his arms, before he decides to carry on unpacking their things, wanting to have made some progress by the time she wakes up so she feels less overwhelmed when she does. He slips out from under her lap, smiling when she doesn’t even flinch. Her snores, which were louder these days because of her pregnancy, never stopping for a moment. He places the cushions under her head and adjusts the blanket around her before he gets back to making their house a home. 
He’s halfway through putting some of her books on the inbuilt shelves she’d fallen in love with when they viewed the house when a piece of paper flutters out from the pages of one of them. He bends down, his back twinging again from a long day of lifting boxes, and he pauses before he touches it, a laugh of disbelief as he picks up the receipt he’d slipped in between the very pages of the book in his other hand years ago. He’d had no idea she’d kept it, or how it had survived this long, the ink from the years old coffee order almost faded to the point where it was unreadable, but he finds himself falling all the more in love with her, something that always seemed impossible until it happened. 
He looks over at her, his chest tight with love as he watches her sleep for a moment before he carefully slips the receipt back into the book and places it on the shelf. He knew if he mentioned it, if he brought up the sentimentality she only ever let him see, she’d be embarrassed. 
He carries on unpacking their things, his future bright and clear and as beautiful as it had ever been.
___
+ One 
She feels nothing short of relief wash over her as she pulls into the driveway, her smile soft as she spots the lights on in the living room, her husband having waited up for her. Emily loved girl's nights, and loved spending time with her friends, even if she was on virgin cocktails these days, but there was nothing quite like coming home to her family. She sighs as she unclips her seatbelt, taking the opportunity to rub a circle on her bump before she opens the door, groaning as she gets out of the car. 
“Come on, sweet boy,” she says, her smile getting wider as the baby rolls under her skin, “Let’s go see what your brother and sister put Daddy through whilst we were gone.” 
When she steps into the house, it’s quiet. She slips off her shoes and goes in search of her husband, feeling ridiculous for how much she’d missed him and the kids in the few short hours she’d been gone. She finds him in the living room, fast asleep in the armchair with their 3-year-old asleep in his arms, her cheek squished against his chest as he held her close even in his slumber, her favourite book open on the arm of the chair. 
It was a rare treat for Emily to watch Aaron sleep. He was always awake before her, his eyes already open as he watched her wake up. It was something he’d done for as long as they’d been together and she found comfort in it, in the repetitive pattern she was once sure would drive her crazy. There was something extra special about watching him with their little girl safe and asleep in his arms, the solace she found there just another thing Clara had inherited from her mother. 
Clara had them, and Jack, wrapped around her little finger since before she was born. She was a sweet little girl, and wilful and just about everything Emily’s own mother had always claimed was a fault in her. She’d grown up thinking they were bad things too, Elizabeth’s warnings of just wait until your daughter is just like you ringing in her ears until she started to see her little girl’s personality develop. Until she realised everything that had supposedly made her so difficult were traits she loved in Clara. 
She knows that Clara would have begged Aaron to read her a story, her dark eyes wide as she looked up at him, a copy of her favourite book, The Nutcracker and the Four Realms, in her hands. It was a book they’d bought for Jack, a version of the novel for children, but the toddler had commandeered it the moment she knew she shared a name with the main character. She didn’t care that it was too old for her, or too late or far too early to read a Christmas book. She didn’t care that her parents only read her the first chapter on repeat, never going any further into the story. She loved it, claiming in her sweet voice that it was her book because there was a character in it she shared a name with. Wholly unaware that she was named after a Clara from an entirely different book that held more meaning to her parents than she’d likely ever understand, their love for the name outweighing the traits of the character they’d make sure to raise their girl to surpass. 
She stands and looks at them for a moment, letting herself enjoy it and the relative peace that was rare in their home, well aware it was about to get rarer when their son was born. Emily wished she could go back to speak to her old self, to tell the version of her that had sat in a dark apartment in Paris that she’d have this one day. That she’d have a husband she loved more than she thought possible, a little girl, a son and another on the way. There were times when it felt too good to be true, like a dream. A moment in time that she was caught in that she never wanted to be free from. 
Sometimes it was hard to get away from the thought of it, the fear that she’d wake up and all of this would be gone, but she knew it was real because her dreams had never been this kind to her. A mantra she’d repeat to herself again and again when the bad days rolled around. 
She steps towards them and eases Aaron’s hand from Clara’s back, grunting as quietly as she can when she lifts her daughter into her arms, resting her on top of her bump. 
“Em?” Aaron rasps out, his eyes half open when she looks at his face. 
“It’s me, honey,” she says, smiling when he looks at her, “I’ll take her up.” 
“I can take her,” he says, rubbing his eyes as he sits up, “I don’t want you to hurt your back.” 
“I’ve got her,” she assures him, kissing him quickly as he stands up, his hand ghosting on her lower back, “I’ll meet you in our room?” 
He nods, rubbing his eyes again as he half stumbles towards the stairs, and she knows he’ll be asleep again by the time she joins him. 
She almost makes it to Clara’s room before the little girl wakes up, her grip on her shoulder the first sign she’s awake.
“Mama?” 
“Yes baby,” she says, kissing the side of her head as she steps into the bedroom, knocking the light on with her elbow, “It’s Mama,” she sits down on the bed, and pulls back to look at her little girl, smiling at the sleepy look in her eyes, “You need to go back to sleep, okay?” 
Clara grumbles around a yawn, fighting sleep even though she is halfway there, and it makes Emily laugh as she lays her down, tucking the covers around her, “Missed you.” 
“I missed you too, sweet girl,” she says, leaning forward to kiss her forehead, running her knuckles over her daughter’s soft cheek, a trick that had lulled her into sleep since she was a tiny newborn, “I’ll be home all day tomorrow. I promise.” 
Clara smiles, her eyes drifting shut, “Love you, Mama.” 
The tears that press at the back of her eyes don’t surprise her, they’d stopped doing so a long time ago. She felt safe to feel everything here, and wanted her children to feel the same way too. She kisses Clara’s forehead again and breathes her in, the sweet scent of her no tears shampoo filling her senses. 
“I love you too,” she replies, her knuckles still trailing a pattern on the toddler's cheek until she’s sure she’s asleep. 
Emily sneaks out of the room quietly and checks in on a sleeping Jack on her way by his room. She smiles as she steps into the master bedroom and finds her husband asleep as predicted, his hand on her pillow, ready and waiting for her to slip into his embrace. She gets ready for bed quickly, keen to join the rest of her family in sleep. 
When she wakes up in the morning, Aaron is watching her just like he always did, and she starts her day with a smile. 
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fairyhaos · 1 year ago
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i saw this somewhere else, so i won't take credit for it, but i'm just curious
moot game! what crimes do you think your moot would commit and do you think they’d get caught or get away with it?
HAHAHA this is such a funny one omg okay
@odxrilove gives me arson vibes ngl. she's so chaotic lmaooo and gives off the mildly mentally insane personality that makes me think arson haha. and she probably gets away with it too??? no one can really trace it back to her, but people suspect bc this isn't her first offence
@blue-jisungs stealing from a bank 💀 gets caught bc she tries to get through all of the laser protection thingies and accidentally trips over her own feet and sets off the alarm
@wheeboo aiding and abetting!! rania seems like the typa person who'd be there on the sides, encouraging them to go ahead w the drug dealing or something. acts all innocent on trial, and almost gets away w it before right on the very last day there's a vital piece of evidence revealed that eventually condemns her
@slytherinshua car crash, and gets panicky about having to pay for repairs for the other person. apologises multiple times. regularly sends merry christmas money every yr bc she still feels guilty
@icyminghao breaking and entering. it was an accident actually, bc she thought it was her own house (it was dark okay) and she forgot her keys (she was tired okay) so she tried to get in thru the window before quickly realising it wasn't her home and backing out
@rubywonu money laundering. gets so rich that she never has to work ever and moves to the maldives to do whatever she wants. uses her private jet to fly to korea and go to all the fansigns with seventeen that she wins
@weird-bookworm hmm jaywalking? never gets caught tho. (idk why jaywalking is even a crime in some countries lmao)
@selenicives tax evasion. changes identity 26379154 times, knows all the best people to forge birth certificates and passports etc. gets caught only after like, 7 years
@etherealyoungk the most horrible crime of stealing my heart 😎😎 im jk haha i think she'd participate in some sort of peaceful protest and then end up arrested bc the police are being dicks >:((
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katsushika-division · 7 months ago
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Not long after Rintaro’s birthday surprise, The member of OverDrive were all set on GC mode, Taking a glance at Eko’s recording of his “well taken” birthday message to the arsonist.
“First Jet Set Trio, Sakurai Clan, Silent Tradegy, Sounds Of Silence and now Death Row Block. How many teams do you plan to make us as targets, Onii-san?” Mai asked, Putting their camera on.
“Mai-san may be right on this one.” Yuno agreed.
“Relax. Sure, Some want to rip us to pieces…However…” Eko explained, Getting sly eyed
Both Mai and Yuno knew what was coming.
“If we want to fulfill our mission, We have to play dirty. It’s obvious they won’t heed our warnings, So we have to take it by force. There are some unlawful people in the world too, You know.” Eko mentioned, Putting his arms on his head.
“We can’t come out on top without making sacrifices. Threats and baiting won’t work, So using our mic’s is our best bet. If all of them come for us…Our infamy might be our worst enemy.” Eko finished, Placing the earlier footage into the secret channel.
“You have a point, Just promise me you won’t cut too much corners or beat around the wrong bushes, Okay?” Yuno asked, Crossing his arms.
“Promise accepted, Partner.”
“You know…I kinda like this new style we have. We can’t let the other divisions take our glory now…” Mai chuckled.
“I could never ask for better friends and teammates…Hehehe…Hahahah-HAHAHA~!” Eko chuckled, His laugh growing larger as Mai and Yuno both laughed along with him.
“Idiots.” Akari scoffed secretly watching OverDrive from her tablet. “You got another thing coming if you dare try to harm my family.”
“Akari ready to head out?”
“Coming Rin-nii!” Akari shouted back placing her tablet beside her. “Just thinking about how to deal with a few pests!”
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amandamgsblog · 2 days ago
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Chapter 22 - Gits and Picnics
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Amanda's POV
We sleep all night and in the morning I hear Lola singing, as she always does at 6:30. Shakira, being older, doesn't sing much.
Ross was hugging my back and I shifted position without waking him. I stare at him for a few long seconds, admiring his blond hair shining in the sun, his long eyelashes and his lips ajar.
I let out a little laugh through my nose and hug him. I dozed off for a while longer and the cockatiels were already awake and chirping louder.
— Rossy… - I say softly and smile. As he didn't move, I kissed his forehead, one cheek, the other and the tip of his nose.
— Hm… You missed a spot… - He says sleepily and with a hoarse voice.
— Oh, what a shame… If you'd slept for one more second, you'd have gotten a kiss. - I get ready to get up, but Ross puts me under him, his arms on either side of my head, and kisses me. — My daughters are chirping…
We deepen the kiss and he puts his head in the crook of my neck.
— That's it. Now we're talking. - He laughs.
— Good morning. Then I have to show you something. - I stroke his hair.
— Good morning, beautiful. I'm curious. - He looks at me and smiles.
— I love you. - I say and kiss him.
— I love you too.
We lazed around for a few more minutes until we got up. We sat down with my mother and ate bread with ham and mozzarella. The cockatiels were eating and playing. Next we were going to eat the cakes, but I went to look in the fridge and saw only one piece.
— Thalita… Ugh.
— I ate it. I didn't even know he was going to sleep here, and there were two pieces.
— “He” has a name. - I say angrily, looking at her.
— Don't mind her, darling… - Ross kisses my head. — It's normal for us to share cakes, hahaha.
— One as soon as we met, another a few days after we started dating, now this one… It's becoming a routine. - I laugh and dab a little icing on his nose and kiss him there, which makes him laugh a little.
— What did you want to show me? - The blond asks as soon as we've finished our piece, and we go to the bedroom. I take my medicine and say:
— My dad bought this for me in an outlet. Look at the size! Apart from the weight. He bought it in the men's sports section. I'm giving it to you because it's impossible to wear…
I put on a black jacket like the ones seen in TV shows and movies, which looks completely huge on me. The surprise is on the back. I turn around and show the white Jets logo. It's perfect, since he's a baseball fan too.
Ross lets out a cry of happiness and surprise, which frightens my mother and the birds. — NO WAY! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! AHHH!!!
— You showed him the jacket. - My mother affirms and laughs.
— Thank you, thank you! What was your father thinking? Buying you a giant men's outfit? Two of you fit. - We laugh. — Let me take it off, it's heavy.
He puts the jacket on and it fits him just right.
— What do you think? - I ask, smiling.
— I'm at a loss for words… I can't thank you enough, Amanda…
— Give me a hug. No need to thank me, it's a gift. I'm glad you're happy.
We hug a little and Ross takes my face in his hands and gives me a kiss. — I'm just going to get out of my pajamas and put on yesterday's clothes.
— That's fine. You look handsome and sexy in your jacket… And in yesterday's clothes too. - I say and he turns red. I burst out laughing and then we talk for a while until he leaves.
Ross' POV
Amanda gave me a dream present and, since today is Sunday, I'm going to make one for her. I was thinking of making a CD, but I think a video of me singing my songs would be better. She'll be able to see me like this.
— Dad, do you still have that old camera? Does it still work?
I say after I've showered and changed.
— Yes, it should be working. You can get it from the basement.
— I'm going to make a video for Amanda, singing my songs. I think she'll like seeing and hearing me more than just listening.
— Be careful you don't ruin it.
A few minutes later, I find the camera and insert the batteries. I set up the tripod and put the camera there. Except I'm clumsy and trip over the tripod.
— ROSS! BREAK THAT CAMERA AND YOU'LL SEE WHAT I'M CAPABLE OF!
— I FELL! CALM DOWN!
— IS THE CAMERA ALL RIGHT?
— YES, IT'S FINE...
I pick up my guitar and press "record". I sit down on the bed.
- Hi, Amandita! I don't know what to say, I haven't prepared a speech... Stupid! I want to make this video so that you remember me when you're sad, depressed, and see that I love you very much and want to see you happy. You can always come to me.
I chose a few songs to sing and make the video. I know her favorite is Do It Again, because I sang it on the date. Speaking of dates, I'm going to prepare some things to make a surprise picnic for her tomorrow in our spare time.
I finished recording and did a little editing.
On Monday, I pack my backpack with my laptop and a picnic basket with sandwiches, truffled sweets I've bought and juice.
Ross: Hi, I'm here. I won't meet you in the classroom. Go to the garden, under our tree...
Amanda: What are you up to?
Ross: You'll see.
I spent the next few minutes spreading out the towel, putting the sandwiches on a plate. The chocolates were in the heart-shaped box.
I see Amanda coming in, shocked.
— Surprise! You gave me the jacket, which I loved so much, so I wanted to surprise you with a picnic and... I recorded a video of me singing to you!
— You don't exist... - She says, sitting down next to me. - This is all perfect. My day was shit at home, I even forgot why I was upset...
— This is great. I made a video for you singing my songs. It was funny because my dad was more worried about the camera than me when I fell over trying to set it up on the tripod.
— Why is that something I imagined happening to you? Haha... You poor thing. - She kisses my cheek and lays her head on my shoulder.
I show the video with Better Together complete, Do It Again, Steal Your Heart, Superhero and Smile, one I hadn't shown her yet. I finish the video by blowing her a kiss close to the camera.
- I loved it, my baby. I love your voice. - She gives me a quick kiss. — You're a cutie.
I send the file to her smartphone and we start eating.
— I hope you like my mom's sandwiches.
— They're very good. - She says with her mouth full and I laugh.
We keep talking and cuddling each other.
— These chocolates are assorted. It's good that they have everything. - We had a passion fruit one, a dark and white chocolate one and a milk jam one.
— Look, Bárbara has posted photos of the party! - Amanda shows the notification that had just appeared and our users. We laughed with one of the boys holding Bárbara while the girls made funny poses.
— This photo of us smiling, with our eyes closed and our noses touching, is great. I didn't realize. - I say.
"Best couple" is the photo's caption.
"I totally agree," I write in a comment.
Minutes later, Amanda receives another notification, now on another app, with a message from her father:
Your aunt Sonia saw a photo of you with a boy. You're dating and you won't tell me?!
— What... - If Amanda could, she'd say all the swear words together. - ...the fuck! My dad wasn't supposed to find out!
I can see tears forming in her eyes.
— Is it because he's difficult?
— As well as being difficult, he says violent things... I don't want him to hurt you. And he'll swear at me. - She cries.— When you have a treasure, what do you do? Keep it to yourself.
— I won't let him do or say anything to hurt you. - I say worriedly and hug her, kissing her head.
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megamangxtheadventure · 6 months ago
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CHAPTER 28: DUTY TO STOP 9/11 2
the song seeking purpose from final tfantasy 14 played as megaman gx attacked osama malphas bin ladin on top of the gaint plane over gensokyo "you can not win against me and my plan to strike every tower on earth at once with these legons of planes" hahaha laughed osama as he cyberized his demon form and punched hard megamn gx who crashed into the wing hanging offf for deer life.
john ward tryed to pray hurting bin ladins demon side while garcia shotgunnned him with face "you are force of wrong and you must go back to hell"
dark energy comed out of the plan as cyberman elon musk with bioweapon sandevsitan mantis blades and gorefield eldrich magic come out of platform "i have empower him with evil now fight" said osama focusing on the prests as cyber boss elon picked up megaman gx and started thrust punching his chest over and over "YOU THE WOKE MIND VIRUS TOOK MY KIDS AND WIFE AND I HATE YOU FOR IT" he said punching and punchgn at him "I WILL MAKE IT WORLDS PROBLAM NOW FUCK YTOU WOKE ROBOT1"!!!" ELON SCREAMED punched him into the jet engine as he burned
"maybe u were a shitty dad" megaman gx powered up his golden mage form and used theos ultma to knock cyber boss elon back
but he aborbved the power "my core is an anti magic antimatter sub systam you fucking woke little basterd" cyber boss elon laughed and slammed megaangx into the floor punching the super out of him
"once evil rules the world once all the woke people are dead people once everyone that maked fun of me is dead then mayebe i can be piece but i hate you i see everything i hate in you megamangx your goodness makes me fucking sick i h ate you i hate you!!!!!" elon was raged.
before cyber boss elon could deal a dueadly blow a portal opened and wuk lamat came down and smashed him real hard with big axe as he went spincoptering in the air "you are boyond help elon not even friendship can be shaving you now you let hate and evil poson your heart" wuk said ready to defend the people
megaman gx got up to see his friend "wuk i have not seen you since the war its good to have old friend here to help" and they did the badass predater handshake.
the damaged cyber elon tryed to get up now 4000 % mad "YOU LITTLE WOKE BITCH HOW DARE YOU LAY A HAND FINGAR ON ME I WILL PUT YOU DOWN ANIMEL"" BUT BNOTH MEGAMAN GX AND WUK LAMET COMBINED POWER TO DUEL HAYMAKER HIM INTO ONE OF THE PLANES JET ENGINES AS HIS LEGS WHERE GRINDED UP ON FIRE AS HE WAS BEING PULLED IN.
"it i s pain please i don't like this get me out i want to live i an like iron man EVERYONE LIKES ME I DONT WANTING TO DIE!" he said as the jet engine exploded and fires and grinding tore up his machine body then he was pulled in as bits of matal blasted out of the back on fire "your hate did this elon not us" wuk said.
they focassed back on osama maplhas bin ladin who had the two prests defeeted "elon was a fool but i am an evil master and soon a new age of terror will begin to think those that long ago tryed to fighting me now worship my evil how irony" said osama.
megamangx powered up into holy mage super form unlashing a b arrage of elemental spears witch osama dodged "tell me how to stop 9/11 2 i can not let you do this!" megaman gx shouted.
osama laughed summoning demonic wings as he rammed megamangx "i would not tell you how plan can be stopped then i can not do it idot" osama laughed clawing at megamangx with big long demon arms.
"i have an idea we need to use diemenmsonal fusion and sent all the planes into the void instad of earth" wuk said and megamangx nodded "father ward help me using your magic bible" megamangx asked "got you" said father ward who prreyed.
the power got stong as megamangx used sword of storms magic to hold osama off "i will not let you prevant 9/11 2!!!" he screaming becoming more demonic looking as he clawed and slashed
the spell worked opening a portal into the 13th instead of earth "hey bin ladin, obama sends his regards" megaman gx said blasting theos ultma mark 3 into his face burning him as he realed backwards "jump off the plane now" wuk said and they all jumped off as all 1000 jumbo jets flew into the void gate exploding inside the 13th.
"see you in hell bin ladin" megaman gx said using mage form delta to seal the void gate as he used father fall to land everyone safety in foirest of magic.
"we defeated osama for now but he will be back but at least we have illuminati on the run now" said yukari who met them on the ground.
ELSEWHERE AT ILLUMINATI BASE
a door opened as ron desantis was shocked "DONALD TRUMP BUT MEGAMANGX KILLED YOU?!?!?!?!" he was shocked
Trump made ron feel small "you think you are good enough to run this order pudding fingers get on your knees" trumpo ordered and ron kneeled as trump kicked him in the face "now thank me"
ron nodded kissing his shoe "thank u for kicking me master" ron said as trump dragged him to the throne and sat on him farting in his face "now thank me for letting you smell my yummy farts" ordered trump
"thank you master i love your yummy farts" said ron.
nikkey hailey ran into room kneeling "please master trump i wanting to huff yummy farts too and i can do it better than ron" she begged and tramp laughed at how pathatetic these people where to him
"you will both get turns to sniff my farts but now i have plans"
to be continued
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the-firebird69 · 9 months ago
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Bruce Lee's little fanboy, but not limited to any form of martial arts #...
This guy helps to harm Bruce Lee who is missing and we're going to make him do the job it's one of these weird people here who thinks he's cool and the powerful one and he is going to get his ass kicked every time don't you get on purpose and we agree and these guys are the ones for the job and it is going on fairly soon they said and they're going to try and get a car down before he has money all sorts of dumb s*** but a lot of people are not going to let that happen like us
Jet li you do know what we're saying and the max actually are going to make it work that way too
We don't need to tell you what would happen if you follow through that and such and yeah it's somebody else doing it and you're having a real war and he says I'm going to be crucified and I get a Jesus complex and I die as him with his image. He says I really need it it'll correct my behavior and I'm an elf and a loss and stuff and I'm saying that but really it's disgusting how greedy I am it says I'm not greedy at all I'm just stupid and a turd and ridiculous and wrecking my own realm and theirs and don't care I sort of don't and he says yeah people use that kind of thing and people get you there and they don't know what the effect is and I'm actually saying I should probably get him funds but probably won't and he says he'll sell the car and I'll get the s*** kicked out of me and get crucified and go to tighten and die and that's probably why good he says people will see it gets something it's probably going to happen that way
Trump
Probably
Hera Zues hahaha LOL you're such a freaking moron that's fun it's supposed to be quiet and just say that I want to say stuff like you're a f**** Joel watts and your steaming f**** and you're not a good actor or faker or a liar or cheat you're just this piece of s*** and all your s***'s rotting they pull it out in a lot of it's no good you have to get the ordinance out so it won't blow up that's probably your ass and I ain't playing sit around until it explodes and we have that but that's the mean three theme we think we for an earthquake from us doing stuff and it's seen in a movie and you thought it was working but no that's when we couldn't get to it's something I don't know where and it's blown up on purpose and they say it's because you're idiots are still there LOL and robots and we see a leave and it's like the last time and you're going to die just go around he just said you keep coming back and people keep saying no it's a message we use a method and boy you stupid you were doing it right and I don't want to do anything and you're a lazy f****** this is not even a plan
Olympus
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squadron-leader-farrier · 6 years ago
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Gosh i now have this solid headcanon that Collins is most definitely a Chopin fan , as well as really good at playing the piano so he just spontaneously starts playing a piece whenever he’s stressed at home. when he doesn’t have access to a piano he taps his fingers and hums the tune. 
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vaguely-concerned · 4 years ago
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The Mandalorian Chapter 11 reactions; the ‘the sea is a harsh mistress’ edition
- on first watch this wasn’t really one of my favorite episodes. I think it’s something to do with... one of the many things I love about the mandalorian is how it made the star wars universe feel HUGE. big and surprising and unknowable, there could be fucking anything out there man we don’t know. so having first bo katan show up and then ahsoka being set up right after (quite aside from who’s rumoured to play her, which is an entirely different can of wormy beans) in additon to opening the season on tatooine... eh. I’m not that into it, it feels like shrinking the world. we haven’t even gotten to see any other type of force user yet. it is only early/mid season tho so they’re probably going to pull some unexpected twists on us 
my opinion might change with rewatches too, that happens quite a bit with this show!
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🎶I’VE COME TO TALK WITH YOU AGAIN🎶
honestly I had kind of a hard day yesterday and watched this the next morning and kept pointing tiredly to the crest like ‘it me tho’ 
- I was unreasonably happy about seeing the calamari flan again hahaha he’s been keeping that shit in his pockets for a season and a half now (didn’t he pay with some at one other point too?)! also the sound effects for them are SO EXCELLENT, I keep thinking about how well this show does texture which is wild considering how it’s filmed 
- the warm pat din gave frog lady’s arm when he thanked her and said goodbye 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I love the small ways he’s thawing 
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my heart ached so much for him at this point, he just looks so small and tense and lost, like a kid who’s lost his parents in a supermarket
(he keeps his hand on the blaster the whole time too so he knows this is a bad scene but now they’re right out in the middle of the ocean already soooo) 
- din’s very very very dry sense of humour is so blessed. ‘a bowl of chowder for my friend’ faklhfsadkjlfhsadkjhfsd
the baby’s look when he poked the squid thing with his knife too -- yodito’s like ‘dad is a wizard??’ haha. some good baby & dad stuff in this one 
- oh din... side quest boy, side quest booooooyyy
- the shot when bo katan helped him out of the water is perfectly mirroring the scene of bb!din being pulled up to safety by the mandalorian in the flashback, which seems Very Intentional
I Extremely Do Not Trust Her in the larger scale tho. I think it’s important that din knows now that he was raised in a very specific offshoot of the mandalorians ant that there’s some Stuff he hasn’t been told, but I also think it’s crucial to remember that her pov is not unbiased either and she, in fact, already has an established tendency to selectively share information with him to manipulate him into fulfilling her goals. (which he realizes because he keeps saying ‘that is not my mission, my mission is the child’ and I could not love him more). hell, I’m not sure exactly how ‘the children of the watch’ were positioned within death watch, but she was fucking death watch too for the longest time! and she hardly left for particularly noble reasons, she just didn’t like maul! she already lost mandalore like twice, do we just have to trust that third time’s the charm or what! 
she lied to him about the scope of the mission to force him into a position to do what she wanted (fully knowing he’s responsible for a child!!) and she called that ‘the way’ just as easily as the thing about not letting his bravery be forgotten! big red warning lights, NO! I think the thing is that din is having to find his own ‘way’ of being mandalorian (/how does one be a person exactly help?? relatable content, and he’ll get there in the end I’m sure he’s so good), but her way is no less fucked up to me than the children of the watch from what we’ve seen so far. she’s good at killing imperials though which is of course a mark in her favour
(considering that the episode gives her the epithet ‘the heiress’... yeah that’s probably a hint that she’s loyal first and foremost to her entitlement, getting the position she considers hers by right of inheritance. guess we’ll see if the text agrees with her)  
- ‘mandalorians are stronger together’ yeah that’s probably why the cosmic balance makes sure they’re mostly engaged in being at each other’s throats lol 
- so I might be feeling kind of sketch about these guys but on the other hand... when that one lady saved the baby and then promptly took off her helmet to reveal she looks like t h i s ?
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you better BELIEVE I was ready to fall down on one knee and propose right then and there holy shit
- ...wow if he didn’t have the jet pack din probably would have just sunk like a rock and drowned there huh 😨 that armour’s pretty heavy, turns out
- in happier news: din has become so good at reading what the child is expressing and responding/labeling the feeling for him! that’s so important to his development! ‘I know you’re hungry’ and both telling and showing him there’s a solution! still a bit of an issue that he thinks he can inform the baby of things like it’s a reasoned adult and have it understand, but we’re getting there we’re getting there lol
- that poor lady guiding them in for landing and sounding more and more worried fhkasjdlhfkjsdlahf (and he fucking TURNS OFF THE RADIO or whatever he’s using to talk to her through sdkfhaksdfhjs he takes a precious split second just to cut her off asfdjhaslkdfsdfhsda I love my salty dad) 
- when the fisherman asshole tells mando he knows where to find more of his people there’s the tinkling bell sound in the background music, I think it’s meant to convey almost childlike longing for belonging and connection, for finding someone who’ll know what to do? 
- when they took off their helmets and baby looked up at din like ‘???dad what the fuck? can you do that???’. (or like he just sensed his father taking a shitload of psychic damage all in one go)
- the way din didn’t start breathing again until they got the baby up from the water and he had him in his arms... the way he held him... sladfhasdklfhsjakdhfjsakldhfsakjldhfsjkadhfjaskdhfskajdhfjsdakhfslakhfskladhfsakljdhfjskadlhfkjsld
that whole scene was like a nightmare, so desperately unpleasant, in a way it mirrors the way the mandalorians have been hunted down and pummeled these last few generations, this must sort of be what it feels like to him subconsciously 
- din isn’t particularly inflexible as a person, after the initial kneejerk rejection he did listen to what they said and is carefully considering it (he did say ‘this is the way’ back at the end!)   
- the baby’s babbling when he wakes up and looks around in the beginning sounds half like ‘baba?’ and I almost had a heart attack
- loved how greasy and awful and dumb all the empire dudes were (and the comedy on board the ship too it was good for me) 
- the boob plates huh. shit they’ve shown with the armorer that they don’t have to do that in any way shape or form and they still brought the boob plates back :/ I guess it’s so they match up with the rebels/clone wars look, evoking that ~*era*~ and everything, but I don’t have to like it lol  
- I feel so validated in my theory that the razor crest is symbolic of din’s sense of self  (now with beautifully added commentary!) after this haha (and also so so scared now they might be ditching it for a new ship eventually). it’s in pieces, his world view is going to pieces and can’t be patched together the way it was before, from what he knows he’s about to deliver the baby to someone else who’ll understand/love/deserve him better (I do think that feeling is still in him) and he doesn’t even have the certainty of the code anymore to fill the void. oh buddy. 
the discomfort I felt when we got back into the cockpit -- into where it’s supposed to be familiar and safe! -- and saw all the ocean junk lying around, making it feel weird and changed and dirty (it probably smells like rotten seaweed in there now :( no likey)... I mean it was also very funny to see the pilot’s chair held together with a literal fishing net, but please favreau leave my dad’s car/ego alooooone 
- baby laughing his little bum off at din catching the small sea monster before it got him and then munching it......... the ‘there’s nothing in this world my dad can’t fix’ safe energy.......... I’m so scared we’re coming up on something din can’t fix 
- knitwear in star wars: I didn’t know I wanted it, but I am ELATED with having been given it
- moff gideon’s amazing evil voice... back in our ears, in our hearts, I gleefully hate him 
- at least din’s armour is clean again after that (awful) swim? one must appreciate some silver linings along the way I suppose
- din goes straight for the main pilot’s seat once they get the imperial out of it, so he must feel really secure that he’s probably the best man for the job; he is genuinely a good pilot! (and after this I am wondering even MORE who taught him. who raised you within the mandos din??)
- even while everything is new and scary and falling apart we can live safe in the knowledge that at least frog lady and frog husband had a good day and will have a good and happy frog life together with their frog children
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couple goals tbh 
(I don’t necessarily know how it works for frog people but I uh. guess they got busy quickly huh hahaha good thing mando didn’t turn up again until later)
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hey! first off. i LOVE your writing!!! you’re so talented. if you aren’t too busy i would love a piece of luke x reader where reader has an irrational fear of thunderstorms? ya girl is kinda going thru it alone rn and could use some surrogate luke comfort hahaha if you’re too busy tho i completely understand!!! thanks either way 🤍🤍
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Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Luke Alvez x Reader
Prompt: Request
AN/ Thank you so much for your kind words lovely. I hope this piece bring you some comfort. Stay safe and take care! I’ve left this open to your imagination, lots of fluff which could be seen as part of their relationship or just before they become a couple ;) Sending you lots of love! x
You jumped with fright, the loud rumble outside causing your heart to race even faster. The darkness pressed up against the windows felt suffocating as you curled up deeper into the sofa. Although your eyes ached with exhaustion, the adrenaline pumping through your veins made it impossible to sleep. 
You were fairly certain this wasn’t what Emily had meant when she told the team to get a good rest before tomorrow’s hard work.
The case had come in earlier that day, prompting the BAU to fly out immediately and begin investigations. Unfortunately that had also meant being caught up in  the worst thunderstorms you had ever seen. It had not been a pleasant experience to say the least.
You had tried desperately hard to conceal your fear on the turbulent plane journey. Your fingers were still numb from how deeply they had clung to the seat, but you could only feel pride that you had managed to hide your terror from your colleagues. 
It wasn’t that you didn’t trust them. You just felt a little embarrassed to admit your fear. After all, you spent your  whole career chasing hardened criminals. So, it felt humiliating to confess that adverse weather conditions scared you more than killers.
But suffering in silence wasn’t much better.
Whilst the rest of the team slept soundly upstairs in the homely B&B you had found, you lay terrified downstairs alone. Being upstairs had only made the deafening thunder sound even worse. So, you had retreated to the empty reception area in the hopes of brewing a tea to calm your nerves.
It hadn’t worked. 
A flash of lightning illuminated the trees outside causing you to glance in horror. The rain relentlessly pounded against the windows as you said a silent prayer for it calm down soon. A crackle of thunder confirmed that it had gone unanswered.
“Can’t sleep?”
You jumped, startled by the sudden voice. In all the commotion outside, you hadn’t even noticed Luke approaching. He flashed you a small sleepy smile before taking a seat beside you on the sofa. 
“Something like that.” You murmured, your voice croaky due to the stress. You gripped the blanket tighter around your body as you pulled your knees close to your chest. Not only did it give Luke more room on the cushion, but it also was a source of comfort as another rumble of thunder echoed outside.
“You’re not a fan of storms?” 
The warmth in his voice caught you off guard as did the understanding shining in his dark eyes. You let out a shaky breath, realising that you hadn’t been as convincing of an actor after all.
“No. I guess it’s hard to hide from a profiler?” You muttered, clutching the cushion closer as another flash of lightning rippled through the sky. “I thought I’d gotten away with it.” 
Luke chuckled quietly, leaning back into the seat as he turned to face you. “I couldn’t help but notice on the jet earlier.” His gaze softened as he outstretched a hand to cover yours. His touch was gentle and comforting as he ran his thumb across your wrist. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” He said kindly. “Everyone has something.”
It was crazy how much he understood. How much he got you...
“It’s not storms for you?” You joked quietly, emotion evident in your voice as you gave him an appreciative smile. 
“Nah, I grew up in New York.” He replied, flashing you a teasing grin. 
“What is it for you then?” You asked, unable to keep the curiosity from creeping into your voice. What could a former Ranger be afraid of?
Luke paused for a moment, his thumb continuing to trace soothing circles on your skin. He met your gaze and gave your hand a comforting squeeze. “Seeing someone I love scared...” 
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oakantony · 4 years ago
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continuing on with my JET program horror stories: (read them in order 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.)
halfway through my second week at the job, I had to go to the capital of the prefecture for some JET related orientations, training, and a TV appearance. 
the prefecture capital building was enormous. like, around 40 stories tall. it was also not near ANY train station because this specific prefecture is anti-train, which might sound kind of weird for japan. it was weird. ngl I love japan a lot, but this prefecture is basically bottom of the barrel. I mean, I get that I’m biased considering the nightmare of a year I had there, but this place had legitimate anti-train rhetoric and prefers to commute via car because there were so many car manufacturers in the area. it was basically a concrete paradise. there are some other things that make it less appealing but I’ve already given too many hints about my placement so I’ll keep that to myself LMAO
anyway, the point: I had to walk ~25 minutes in a full black suit from the train station to this 40 story building in the middle of august and was absolutely drenched in sweat by the time I got there and then I HAD TO APPEAR ON TV. “why didn’t you hop in a taxi?” you ask. 
because when I arrived at the train station, the other JETs were there, and they ALL wanted to walk. and if you recall, I was getting REAL desperate for friends, so I agreed, ready to bond with my fellow JETs, and we all headed on our way.
we get to the building and I’m immediately whisked to a conference room. where I had to speak japanese. on TV. drenched in sweat. look, I can look pretty cute if I really exert the effort, but there’s absolutely no saving myself in that state. nonetheless, the crew tried to offer me oil blotting wipes, a hairbrush, etc. It was lowkey humiliating. I did my best to put my hair up in a cute tight ponytail but the makeup I’d worn was a total loss.
I wasn’t alone, at least. 2 other JETs in the prefecture had been chosen to appear on TV: all girls. all of us were thin, white, and had light hair. big
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vibes. 
so we were interviewed. the girl that went before me was this beautiful british girl with perfectly straight hair who spoke fluent japanese because she’d spent 4 years in Japan in high school (rip I was so jealous) and her interview was so nice and poised and lovely. LOVE THAT FOR ME, raise that bar, girl, give them everything!
it got to me: frizzy curly redheaded american gremlin who didn’t know nearly enough japanese, and they asked me to do an introduction, which I did. very basic, Japanese 101, so I didn’t screw it up too badly, I don’t think. but then the interviewer asked me, “What’s your favorite thing about your new town?”
I. blanked.
NOTHING? my brain shouted. GETTING RAINED ON AS I BIKE TO AND FROM WORK EVERY DAY? HAVING GONE TWO WEEKS WITHOUT INTERNET NOW? THE SOUNDS OF THE FACTORY NEXT DOOR STARTING UP AT 4AM EVERY DAY? (that’ll be a whole post on its own, I promise.)
The interviewer rephrased the question, thinking maybe I didn’t understand, but I did, so I said, “No, no, I got it, I got it. My favorite thing is nikuman.”
because the highlight of all this so far, for me, was that one absolutely fucking delicious nikuman from this post.
the room CRACKED. 
HAHAHA. like, the interviewer, the camera guy, hair/makeup, eeeeveryone was like. crying laughing. LMAOO. they literally had to take a minute to compose themselves before continuing.
“Your favorite thing is nikuman?!?” “We don’t have nikuman in Texas!” “It’s $1 from the conbini!” “It’s delicious! D:”
now, ok. I didn’t have television at this point. so I never got to see this piece on air, and I could never found it online afterwards. but I know that it’d been shared widely enough, because the next time I went to school, I walked through the gate, and a bunch of students saw me and shouted, “NIKUMAN!”
that was me. for the rest of the year. the american who really, really liked nikuman. at one point I went skiing in another prefecture and another JET said, “Oh you’re the nikuman teacher, right?” and I wanted. to die. but also, you know, it wasn’t wrong. nikuman got me through that year. 
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milquetoast-on-acid · 4 years ago
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Milquetoast watches...Or Just Look Like One
...Or Just Look Like One S1xE3 Special Victims Unit: Episode Review
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I feel like this gif fits for my rewatch. ;)
What this episode is about: When a popular teen is sexually assaulted, Benson and Stabler step into a modelling underworld of thoughtless parents, drug-dealing doctors and a trendy agency executive.
Old Lady: “I think I got the AIDS again.” hahaha what old lady? This little old lady actually says that to the paramedics!
Elliot: “A late model Sports Utility Vehicle.”
Me: Don’t you know that’s your parody name?
Check out  NTSF:SD:SUV:: It’s a crime show parody with Kate Mulgrew as the Captain...with a random eyepatch. 
Knap sack...who says that liv?
The dad is so creepy looking!
Elliot to Creepy Dad: “A trademark kinda like Jewel or Cher.” - Only thing I have to say about this...aren’t those their real names though? This girl changed hers to sound more exotic. 
Oh Look it’s Bebe Newarth! 
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It's Lilith Sternin!!
Person: "This is Gulliani's New York." Oy! That takes a very different connotation these days.
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Olivia to Former Model: "Pardon, me you look familiar." Former Model: "I did some modeling when I was younger." Olivia: "The Ricky Blaine Case. You testified against Ricky Blaine, didn't you?" Former Model: "You have a pretty good memory. A lot of girls testified against the measuring man."
I love how this chick thought that Olivia recognized her from her photos. Instead it was from a case. Girl, you really need to get a life. All this girl does when she isn’t working is poke her nose in old rape cases. 
She's really tall!
The measuring man! That name for a perp. I just can’t take it seriously.  
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Measuring Man: "Call my PO, I haven't touched a piece of tape in years." hahahahaha. This is hilarious this is supposed to be a serious crime but OMG, are they serious with this dialog? Measuring Man: "We were watching football at the halfway house." Olivia: "Really who was play?" Measuring Man: "Jets and Stealers." Olivia: "Try again. Cowboys, 49'ers." I love this! This is the second person they have encountered in their investigation that has made a wrong assumption. Model chick assumed Olivia knew her from her photos. Measuring Man assumed Olivia didn't watch football. Hahahaha! She just kneaded him in the balls!
Munch: "IF they fail the weigh in they don't work." Olivia: "110lbs is too heavy!?" (talking about modeling) They don't make the grade (they weigh too much) so they get pushed out! That's so messed up!
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Here is a random gif of Elliot & Olivia from season 1 because I can’t find any of them from this episode. 
I wish I could be excited about a crossover here with the originals. Butttt...I never watched that 
The Stablers at home...
First of all...Kathy looks a frazzle mess. Girl is getting these kids ready for school. I can’t imagine having to wrangle that many kids. No thank you. Still loving the fact that Dickie Stabler is and has been played by the same actor for 22 years. Not to mention this kid really doesn’t know how to cut up his own food. He’s like stabbing the pancake.
Elliot is all like, yo Kathy why didn’t you tell me Maureen suddenly doesn’t eat. Kathy is all like that shit happened when you weren’t here. Elliot is all like...wtf do I do?
Elliot: "Hey, Maureen let's say we talk about food." Maureen: "NO!" lol Maureen! I just love the way she said that. And also the look that Dickie gives her.Als
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Donny!? Briscoe calls Cragen, Donny instead of Don? Also everyone seems to already know Briscoe.
Munch: “He had so many half cocked booby traps around his apartment he tripped on one and blew himself through the bathroom door. We had to make three piles. Bomb squad pile, cornor’s pile, and a whatever pile.”
Elliot: “Yeah, that’s great.”
hahahahah! OMG Elliot is like whatever, I don’t care. Your not funny. But it’s the look on Munch’s face that says it all. He’s like I made a funny here and your not even going to laugh at it!
Oh my! What is that blue robe he's wearing? I guess because he's a writer he's got to look yuppie artsy.
Elliot asking doc about anorexia. Elliot is asking for a friend. That friend is him.
This guy looks like a mobster who should be in polyester but is wearing a fancy suit!
Joey Pool! Lol! He's so perfect! I love that Cragen is like, I have the perfect guy to charge in their for you. Can we get more of this guy? Joey Pool is kinda like that bull in a china shop.
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Speed is like vitamins!? Well, that's new.
Of course, Don is thinking about food...IDK is this supposed to be a character trait? He has a belly there for food? 
Cassidy doesn't even know interrogation techniques. OY!
That's cool eye makeup! Props to the makeup/special fx department.
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Final Thoughts:
Not a favorite episode, not an episode that I really enjoy all that much at all. I do remember not caring much about this episode. I don’t find the case very interesting. This is an episode that I could skip. It’s not a bad episode just not interesting. About the only thing interesting is the highlight to Anorexia and the challenge to perfection for models. 
Nice tie in for the case to mirror what’s going on in Stabler family land. 
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kpopmusiclyricsalbums · 5 years ago
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WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT....
Kenzie 
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The hidden goddess of songs in SM Entertainment. 
The brilliant lyricist that is behind some of the most iconic songs in SM’s history. 
A graduate from the Berklee College of music, yes, that Berklee she has written 10 songs to hit number 1 on the gaon chart, and her B-sides are dreams.  
The thing that I love about Kenzie is that she knows how to twist a song into making it mean something while saying something else.  It’s kind of hidden meanings within a song that I don’t see all that much from writers.  It’s one of the reason I love Taylor Swift’s music is because I love learning something new every time I hear the same song over and over again.  The hidden depths and meaning more.  
3 Examples:
Obsession - EXO 
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At first glance, the song could meaning the obsession with one’s fans/Idols, or being obsessed over someone and seeing the toxicity in it.  When I heard it, I thought it was a dig at sasaengs and fans that go to far.  Then the line at the end came in and it completely startled me.  
거울 속의 나를 보고 있는 나 / It’s me looking at myself in the mirror
It’s can simply change the entire meaning behind the song without even thinking about it.  It’s a double meaning that also is about ego, and self reflection.  Sometimes you get so caught up in everything, In yourself, you never realize the toxic part could also be from one’s own self-reflection.  The lines that follow are all of plea’s to get away, to disappear.  It’s the last line of substance in the song that flips it on it’s head.  A cry for help because sometimes your worst enemy, the thing that goes bump in your nightmares isn’t someone else, but you.  It turns the song into a dialogue with one person fighting with their own demons.  
Power Up - Red Velvet 
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Power up is one of those Red song’s that people either hate or love.  (I personally loved it)  It’s one of those songs that is great for summer and is about having fun.  But it also is about recharging yourself and going for your dreams that seem so out there.  It’s also points out that maybe the reason we haven’t gotten our dreams yet is because we just need to have fun.  
It starts off with someone who hasn’t moved since they got up, and ends with them being recharged and ready to take on the world.  It’s about changing your mindset on things.  Yeah school is boring and sucks, but you could also think of it is school is learning and you are evolving as a human being.  It’s about changing the mindset. 
선생님은 내게 ��씀하셨죠 / Teacher told me 
놀 때도 일할 때도 즐겁게 해 / To have fun whether I’m playing or working
그래 난 유달리 반짝거렸죠 /Yes, I shined even more
뜨거움도 새로움도 It’s mine / This hotness, this newness, it’s mine
It’s  a song to help those who need it be pumped and to get out of bed.  To go forth into the world and achieve their goals.  
Go go airplane 태양 위로 날아라/ Go, go, airplane, fly above the sun
Diving to the sky 완전 소름 돋았어 / Diving to the sky, I’m getting goosebumps
Let’s power up!
까맣게 다 타버릴 거예요/ We're gonna burn up
Doesn’t it make you enjoy Power up just a little bit more?
Into the New World - Girls Generation
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Into the New World is certified Kpop Gold.  It’s the golden standard and a must for every new girl group to learn, and to be compared to.  The song is upbeat and high energy with just as much air needed to belt out the lyrics.  It’s a timeless song that has been turned into a rallying cry for protesters and Women empowerment.  Into the New World is what Girls’ Generation ended up doing for the Kpop industry as a whole for female groups, by going the tough route always working hard, facing the darkness that comes.  
사랑해 널 이 느낌 이대로 / I love you, just like this
그려 왔던 헤매임의 끝 / The longed end of wandering
이 세상 속에서 반복되는/ I leave behind This world’s
슬픔 이젠 안녕 / Unending sadness
수많은 알 수 없는 길 속에 / In the many unknowable paths
희미한 빛을 난 쫓아가 / I follow a dim light
언제까지라도 함께하는 거야 / It’s something we’ll do together to the end
다시 만난 나의 세계 / Into my new world
특별한 기적을 기다리지 마 / Don’t wait for a special miracle
눈앞에선 우리의 거친 길은 / There’s a rough road in front of us
알 수 없는 미래와 벽 바꾸지 않아 / With unknowable future and obstacles, I won’t change
포기할 수 없어 / I can’t give up
The lyrics in the chorus are talking about struggle and paths not yet traveled.  To a better place where even though the light is dim, we have to work towards it together, because that’s how things change.  It’s a rallying cry for hope, for endurance in tough times, and to make sure that people keep fighting for what they believe in.  That they know, they are not alone.  
To sum it all up, Kenzie is the secret hidden goddess of Kpop song writing.  If Kenzie releases a song, I know its going to be good.  So here a list of songs she has written the lyrics for and the links so you can listen and enjoy! 
BoA
DOTCH 
Garden in the Air 
I Kiss 
Lollipop 
M.E.P. (My Electronic Piano) 
Milky Way
Moto 
My Name 
On December 27th 
People Say…
Spring Rain 
Time to Begin 
EXO 
24/7 
Baby
For Life
Forever  
Monster 
Obsession 
Sing for You 
Transformer 
The First Snow  
What U Do?
Wolf 
Ya Ya Ya 
EXO-K 
Overdose 
EXO - CBX 
Playdate 
Rhythm After Summer 
EXO - Baekhyun 
Betcha 
EXO - Chen 
Love Words
Shall We?
F(x) 
Cash Me Out 
Danger 
Jet 
Lachata (Intro) & La Cha Ta 
MILK 
Mr. Boogie
Papi 
Red Light 
Signal  
Vacance 
Gain
Kiss or Kill 
Girls’ Generation 
All Night 
Diamond 
Europa 
Express 999 
FAN 
Fire Alarm 
Girlfriend 
HaHaHa
Haptic Motion 
Into the New World
Light Up the Sky 
Merry-Go-round 
Oh!
Oscar 
Way to Go!
Girls’ Generation-TTS 
OMG (Oh My God) 
Girls’ Generation - Seohyun 
Don’t Say No 
Girls’ Generation - Taeyeon 
All Night Long (& NCT Lucas) 
Close 
Four seasons 
I Got Love 
Lonely Night
Love You Like Crazy 
Spark  
Sweet Love 
Isak N Jiyeon 
The Sign 
NCT 127 
Limitless 
NCT Dream 
We Go Up 
Red Velvet 
Attaboy 
First Time 
Lady’s Room 
Lucky GIrl
Mr. E
Peek-a-Boo 
Power Up 
Psycho 
Really Bad Boy (RBB) 
Red Flavor 
Sassy Me 
Some Love 
SHINee 
All Day All Night 
Evil 
Graze
Green Rain  
Jo Jo 
Life
LOVE 
Love Sick 
Queen of New York 
Our Page 
Real
Rescue 
Savior
SHIFT  
Stranger  
Trigger 
Why So Serious?
SHINee - Key 
One of Those Nights 
SHINee - Onew 
Blue 
SHINee - Taemin 
Sexuality 
Want 
SMTOWN
Hotmail 
Red Sun 
Snowflake 
Super Junior 
첫눈이 와
A Day 
Angela 
Bittersweet 
Devil 
Good Love 
Hate U, Love U 
Lo Siento (& Leslie Grace) 
Storm 
The Girl is Mine 
Your Eyes 
Super Junior - Happy 
Sunny 
Super Junior - K.R.Y. 
Just You 
Super Junior - M 
Me 
Only U 
Super Junior - Kyuhyun 
At Gwanghwamun 
A Million Pieces 
SuperM
I Can’t Stand the Rain 
Let’s Go Everywhere 
The Grace 
한번 더, Ok?
One More Chance 
Sweet Emotion 
TVXQ 
하구달 
Humanoids
Like Now 
Oasis 
One 
Phantom 
Rainbow 
Remember
When We’ll Be Together  
Your Man 
TVXQ & Super Junior 
Show Me Your Love
Masterlist
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blackypanther9 · 4 years ago
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Part 17 - New...
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Your POV....
I lived in Freiberg for 2 months. After that I traveled around a little. I saw almost everything of Germany. I like it there. I can speak the language too and I had money. Much. I ended up in Merseburg in Saxony - Anhalt. It was cool and I never wanted to move away again. I had a flat and was happy. But I was also in Haiti...actually right after I left Freiberg. I found a cave and a friend. He was some kind of sorcerer and blocked the only way in and out, with a symbol... I will explain to you now what happened...
Thanos will find me, if walk around in the open. I knew that. I can be safe 4 months, then I need to hide good. I was invisible in Asgard and Jotunheim for some reason. I was safe. This cave...was the best hiding spot.
The sorcerer assured me of that. He even made a marking on the stone, which blocked the entrance and escape. It had the helmet of Loki on it, but nobody can see that symbol. It's Magic. Just if I want to be found, it shows up. I love Magic.
Anyway. Then I said again, that I was in Merseburg. I was. Here is the tricky thing... I am still in the cave, but also on another place. I will never leave the cave, ever. I can transform, thanks to meditation, my soul into a body of another being. I knew someone from here, she sadly died long ago. I talked once with her about these problems, and she said, if she dies...I can use her body as my host... I know it sounds cruel and all, that I use her body now...but I don't have other options. My old and actual looks are too fucking obvious, I had to do it. My soul is in that body of my dead friend and my real body meditates and is in a freezer. My old body doesn't need to rot away. In the freezer and in my Jotun Form, I would need thousands of years to have one rotting spot. I am safe. Just so you know. That also means I look very different...well actually not....
My hair is more short, like hair of a boy...The vertex was more left than in the middle. So the hair was right, the front, longer and more oblique than left... It was black (Or your favorite colour !), the skin had more color (Or less color !) and the voice was a little, A LITTLE different. Not completely different, just a little higher, but the difference was almost not to hear... The rest was looking like me. Same high, wight, eyecolor and the clothes I wear so dearly... did fit on this body too. I bought a TON of Midgardian clothes, faked my papers and acted like everyone else here to fit in this Realm. Well... 1 year and 6 months had passed... And there was still no sight of Loki... He probably died. I gave up hoping, of his return. He is probably dead now... But I didn't want to go back to Asgard too. After 6 more months passed... I was about to pack, one night, my things up. I think it was 2 weeks after the celebration of the second year here. I did not want to return to Asgard again, but I had to. Loki is dead. The others argued with me in my head, but I made up my mind and was ready to go. Suddenly the doorbell rang at my door...
"Coming ! Just a second !", I called.
I closed my bag and then I ran to the door. I looked through the spy and saw a weird man on my door. Then I remembered who he is ! He is in the TV ! I learned fast how to use what, believe me... I was a fast learner. Once showed, forever in mind. Ha ! That guy on my door was the playboy Tony Stark. What was he doing here ? I slowly opened the door and looked at him confused.
"With what do I have the honor to have you on my door, Sir Stark ?"
He turned to me and smiled a little.
"Hello. You are Lucie Anster...right ?", he asked.
"Yes. That's me...Why ?"
I really had this fake idendity...
"S.H.I.E.L.D. is offering you a job with us. You are good at chemistry and electrics...right ?", he asked me.
"Yes...?"
I am honest...I lived in another Universe on Earth...pretty often and well....I can a lot....I am a devilish genius ... at least most of the time...
"Well...you can fight ?", he asked me.
I looked around a little nervous. I opened the door a little more and gestured for him to come in.
"Please come in...I don't think anyone needs to know about what we talk here..."
He nodded and stepped inside the house.
"Thank you.", he said.
"No problem... Follow me, I will bring you to the living room."
We arrived at the living room and I went in the kitchen.
"Take a seat on the sofa. Do you want some coffee or water ?", I asked him.
"A cup of coffee doesn't sound bad... Thank you."
I made myself a cup of tea and Tony a cup of coffee. I took the milk and sugar out of the shelves and brought them to the table in the living room. After that, I brought his coffee and my tea inside. I placed the coffee infront of him on the table and then went around the sofa to sit on one of my chairs and placed my cup of tea infront of me on the table.
"Thank you again, Lucie.", he said.
"No problem...", I answered, while I put a few pieces sugar in my tea.
After 5 minutes of silence, I broke it.
"So...about what else do you ask me ? Yes I can fight. Yes I am a genius in chemistry and electrics, at least most of the times. Why is it so important that you know that ? Not to be rude..."
"It wasn't rude. I understand it. I need to know also if you are good in mythology..."
"Well....about some things I know much things, but not about everything in myth..."
He nodded. He slowly took a sip of his coffee, he stared at me surprised after he took a sip of it. He put the cup down.
"Wow... This coffee tastes really good ! Better then my own ! What is your secret ?", he said amazed.
"I won't tell."
He sighed and looked down.
"Damn..."
"Maybe I will tell you sometime.", I winked at him.
"Cool !"
"So...back to business... Why do you ask all this ?"
"Well...we met two strange guys...from As....As....Ard ?"
"......Asgard....?"
"Yes ! That's it ! Well since two days...someone stole the Tesseract, kidnapped Clint Barton and a few scientists..., killed in these 2 days 80 people and has a weird Scepter...."
I looked at him in shock and confusion.
"The one who killed and all, calls himself....Loki.... and someone called Thor was after this guy too and the Tesseract...."
"Wow...."
"Do you ever heard of these two ? In myth I mean."
"I did. Quiet a lot..."
"Do you mind helping us with this case ?"
"Do you have any papers or something about Loki ?"
He nodded and shoved to me a fact file. I opened it and saw a picture of Loki. I closed it quickly again and gave it back to him.
"I pack my things and we can go !"
"You accept ? What do you want in return ?"
"Nothing. For now at least."
"So...That guy is really Loki ? The God of Mischief and Lies ?"
"100%. It is the Loki."
He nodded again and I ran into my room, packed the rest of my things and then I ran back. With all my things. I just had one problem...I had a cat...A real one, named Luna... He saw her and me with worry in my eyes.
"I guess animals can't be taken there ?", I asked.
"Oh... If it is a good cat...it can come too."
I smiled at him.
"Thank you."
"Don't worry about it....But I can pet it sometimes, right ?"
"If it isn't too scared of you...Why not ?"
She meowed at me and I calmed her a little.
"How do we get there, Mister Stark ?"
"Call me just Tony. We take my jet and fly there.", he answered.
"Cool."
"Yup."
We went outside and he took from me some bags and put them in the luggage space. I took my cat with me on the seat and stroked her the whole flight. She didn't lose hair. Her hair was always on her and no matter what you tried...it doesn't get off of her body.
Tony was amazed, as I told him that and he quickly came behind my secret...I experimented on something like that...I had some little mice and tried it out. Until I did it right. I gave my cat a little of that into her food and since then, she doesn't lose hair anymore. 20 minutes later we arrived there and Tony told me, that they had captured Loki and he was in a glass - kind - prison.
Why would he start havoc ? What had Thanos done to him ? This bastard ! We immediately went into the office of the Director...Fury, Tony said, was his name. After we arrived there I saw Thor immediately. I clenched my fists.
"- He is my brother."
"He killed 80 people in 2 days.", the red haired woman said...Natasha....or better Black Widow....
Thor hesitated.
"He is adopted."
"Director Fury... I brought Miss Lucie Anster. She accepted the job almost immediately.", Tony interrupted.
Someone with blond hair stood up and streched out his hand for me to shake.
"It's nice to meet you, my name is Steve Rogers. I am Captain America.", he said.
I took his hand and shook it.
"Nice to meet you too."
Then Thor was on it. He opened his mouth but I shushed him.
"You are from Asgard. Thor the God of Thunder. I know you already."
He smiled at me and I a little back.
"Ah...Miss Anster...It is great that you could join us and help us with this case.", the man with a covered eye said....I guess this is Fury.
"It's a pleasure that I can help here.", I responded.
"We have questions about this....Loki....", Fury said.
"I know a lot about him. Even more than the others who study mythology. What should I tell you ?"
"Is Loki Odin's brother ?", Fury asked.
I laughed.
"Hahaha ! They all say that ! No. He isn't. He is the adoptive brother of Thor. Loki is Jotun. The Jotuns are Frost Giants. If you get touched by them, you get a mean frostbite."
Now it comes !!
"Then how could we touch him ?", Tony asked and Steve nodded.
"Well...that is complicated. Odin took him and I guess he put on Loki a magic spell. So that his powers of a Jotun are hidden and in his Asgardian form they won't work."
"Ah...", Steve said.
"Loki is a troublemaker. Not just because of his title. He was someone who got a pretty difficult life...I don't know. At least myth says it."
"He really is a troublemaker.", Thor agreed and chuckled.
"Where is Loki ? I need to see him.", I said.
The others looked at each other.
"Are you sure ?", Thor asked me worried.
"Yes. I need more details... They all say he looks like slenderman in some way.",
Well...in school in other Universes they did....The others laughed.
"Follow me kid. But please...be careful and don't push any buttons.", Tony said.
"Okay."
"Meow !"
I got startled. I turned around and saw my cat walk after us. I smiled softly at her.
"What is actually its name ?", Tony asked.
I smiled.
"Her name is Luna."
"Oh, a girl. She is very sweet.", Tony complimented.
"Thank you."
My cat followed us the whole time. We stopped at a door and Tony gave me the keys.
"Your cat can go in too. Just watch out. The key is for just this door here."
Tony tapped at the door. I nodded, smiled at him and then unlocked the door. I went in and held the door open, to look at Luna again. I clicked my tongue. She looked up at me.
"Do you want to join me, sweety ?", I asked her lovely.
She started to purr and walked in too. She cuddled with my leg after that.
"Good girl.", I said and stroked her.
"She truly is. How did you do this ?How did you raise her to be like that ?", Tony asked.
I smiled at him.
"Much love.", was my only answer.
He smiled and walked away, I closed the door and then turned around to see Loki. He had a little longer hair. They were no longer smoothed out... They were now more free and... the hair tips stand off like small spikes. Nice. He stared daggers into my eyes...that's new... And his eyes....WAIT !! ARE THEY BLUE ?! WEREN'T THEY GREEN ?! THAT BASTARD !! I need to look later what this means for me...
"Loki...Nice to meet you.", I said.
I will have my fun anyways.
"Don't you dare to talk to me, pathetic mortal !", Loki said with venom in his voice to me.
"Wow... You really became an asshole...", I said.
"How dare you !"
"I dare what I want you idiotic, pathetic, foolish Dumbass !"
Loki shuts his mouth, in anger and clenched his fists. I came very close to his glass and whispered....
"Because, you once told me...if you act like an ass towards me, I can call you whatever I want. Mischief - boy."
His eyes furowed.
"She is on Asgard, you don't look like her."
"And still, I know all the nicknames she gave you. Mischief - boy, Loks, Lo, Trickster, Prankster and Frosty. Correct ?"
He stared at me in his eyes pure anger.
"You are not her."
I chuckled.
"We will see, Loki....Laufeyson."
His eyes widened and I turned around and went for the door. I stopped at it, before opening.
"I will find a way...to heal you. I know he did this. You should have listened to me, where you still had a choice... Now you will need to fear, to run your whole life away from him. I hope you are proud of your mistake.", I said.
"Come Luna. Say Goodbye to Mister Frosty and Mischief, and we go.", I told my cat.
She walked to the glass as close as she could. She put her forepaws on it and looked at him, he looked back down at her.
"Meow !"
And with that she was again on all her fours and came to me. He looked at me and the cat a little confused.
"Oh ! Your Magic probably doesn't work... She said...'Until next time, Frosty.'", I told him.
He nodded.
"If you like...I bring next time some books with me and you can at least read something. Deal ?", I asked him.
"Deal.", he responded.
I smiled, opened the door, walked out with Luna, closed the door and locked it again. I went down to the office again and saw just Fury.
"Director Fury, Sir ?", I asked.
He turned to face me .
"Yes ?"
"Where is Tony ?"
"He is in the lab with Dr. Bruce Banner.", he answered.
"Thank you.", I said smiling at him.
I turned on my heel and went to the lab. Tony told me exactly where it was.
Part 18
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Roky & Boon Dialogue
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(Roky concept art, DevStream 117)
The two major factions of the Ventkids are the Vent Pobbers, led by Roky, and the Kubrodons, led by Boon, although these groups seem to be based more on shared interests than contentious competition, seeing as Roky and Boon are amiable adoptive siblings. In their main clubhouse in the vents, Roky and Boon can be seen bantering, while other Ventkids lounge around, practise their K-drive skills in the air currents, or play their own music with improvised instruments – a genre they call "skeg".
Syndicate information
Roky is the main representative of the Ventkids in their dealings with the Tenno. The Ventkids are described thusly:
Hangin' with their logical fam in the ducts of Fortuna, the Ventkids get by stealing parts from the Corpus and running K-drive races out on the Vallis. At night, the ventways bang to the sound of skeg – to the chagrin of the locals.
The Ventkids offer components to build K-drives: the board, reactor, nose, and jets. They also offer K-drive mods, as well as craftable Operator apparel based on the clothes worn by the Ventkids. The Syndicate ranks, from least to most favoured, are:
Neutral: [no description]
Glinty: No dings, never taken a hit, wouldn't know ya ta look at ya. Have you ever ridden a K-drive?
Whozit: Nice enough; wouldn't last five minutes in a vent.
Proper Felon: Solid sorta mucker and you ride a K-drive like it's stolen. 'Cause it is.
Primo: Stand-up cove and vouched for, this one. Chek-chek?
Logical: Had no say in your biological fam, but this crew's your logical fam. Ventkids are logical; got no time for muckers who ain't.
Unlike the faction Syndicates, Standing with the Ventkids is earned by performing tricks on the K-drive, or completing the races on the Orb Vallis.
In Fortuna
The Ventkids are located in the vents of Fortuna, accessible through a grate on the second floor of Fortuna, above Legs' shop. This grate does not open prior to the completion of the Vox Solaris quest. The grate in question displays a graffito, while an unnamed Ventkid sits above it, occasionally calling out to the Tenno.
"Need a ride, glinty? K-drives by the load! Just through that vent there! Hahaha."
"Check the vents, glinty! Just here. A paying customer's always welcome."
Entering vents
Upon entering the vents, Roky and Boon can be heard speaking. Sometimes, Roky will address the Tenno; other times, the Tenno will interrupt a conversation between Roky and Boon.
Roky: "Psst! Glinty! Need a plank? Parts? Talkin' primo K-drive bits. Get you ridin', kick it terminal out on the Vallis. Cheap, too."
Roky: "Ventkids got no folks so ventkids look after themselves. We can sort you with a dog board, no worries."
Roky: "Checknah, glinty! All K-drive bits we got legit! Now, you want expert parts and service, or you suckin' wind?"
Boon: "Fancy. Whatcha doin'? Got biz?" Roky: (whisper) "Pump the brakes, bro. This one's a buyer. (normal voice) Need a ride, friend? The Kubrodons and Vent Pobbers are at your service!"
Boon: "Checknah, sis, glinty thinks his kickin' terminal. Nosegrab, bombed the landin', washed out hard and hit skin for a stretch. Came up livid! Hahaha!" Roky: "Hahahahaha! (whisper) Klokkit. We got a buyer. (normal voice) Howzit."
Roky: "Glinty mucker wants in. I tells him: 'Our family's logical, see? Your lot's biological. Mumsie. Dadsie. Luck a' the draw. All coddled and swaddled.' Mucker wouldn't last ten seconds in a vent." Boon: "Bah-bah." Roky: "Bah-bah beh-beh."
Roky: "Legs? All that rhymin'? You want that hangin' logical? How we get somethin' his size into a ventspace? With a mallet?" Boon: "He's gettin' by hard, same as us. Ain't no self-pity in there, neither. Just grit. Scope it clean and you'll klokkit."
Roky: "Vent Pobbers got new digs. Old filtration chamber they don't use no more. Movin' our racks and gear end of cycle." Boon: "Skeggin' it up?" Roky: "Yeah. It's square in the D-7 vent-tangle. Bang and bounce is dog. Keep the whole section up, we will."
Boon: "Problem is, see, people are too rich. Not enough to go 'round. That's why we're down this hole." Roky: "Know how you stop someone gettin' too rich?" Boon: "Drop 'em down a hole."
Roky: "Skill, bro. Every time." Boon: "You could bigflip off an Orb Mother, come down flair and smilin', but it's aaaaall idiot shivers for the crowd you dress bad, sis." Roky: "Win hard, and folks be dressin' bad by breakfast."
Roky: "Hit the rail, movin' terminal, klokkit? Grinded for a lifetime offa that taxi loader. Vapour trail! Couldn't touch Roky." Boon: "Skill don't mean nah lookin' like you dressed by mumsie. Get your crew decked, look the part. Ain't nobody respectin' a pack a fish-lookin' null units. Hahahahaha!"
Boon: "Word is Nef's gonna sweep the ducts, net up all the Ventkids. Sortin' merk-merks for the job. They's a special unit." Roky: "You're a special unit." Boon: "Gonna net us all up, make us work deep deep down, we ain't wily. Nef don't like no Ventkids and he don't like no skeg neither."
Greeting the Tenno
(if the Tenno is new to Fortuna) Roky: "We Ventkids. No Mumsie-Dadsie for us. No biological kin, just our logical kin. This here's me logical-bro, Boon. He runs the Kubrodons, scores the parts. I run the Vent Pobbers, we make the boards. You buyin'? Need a plank? Once a cycle I got somethin' dog. Best prices too, glinty. Mates' rates, chek?"
Roky: "Howzit, glinty. You lookin' or what?"
Roky: "Howzit, glinty. Got a need?"
Roky: "Howzit. Boards and bits, let you grind terminal. Check me wares."
Roky: "Look, we need dosh, you need a plank. You ride, we get fed, chekchek?"
(if the Tenno has just reached rank Logical) Roky: "Boon. Boon! Get over here! It's our Outworlder buddy. How ya doin', Outworlder-buddy?"
(if the Tenno is rank Logical) Roky: "Hey, erm… you klok Boon's keen on that Legs mucker? He says we should make Legs logical. Part of our fam. I tell him he won't fit in the vents. He says Legs could just take his head off and we could lug him 'round. [pause] Jealous? Nah! Boon's me logical! That'd be weird. I jus'… he's me most logical fam. I got no other."
(if the Tenno is rank Logical) Roky: "Hey, you know some old cove Smokefinger? Me and the crew bang skeg in the vents of a down-cycle, and he leaves us these, wedged in the grilles come up-cycle. Says it's 'sheet music'. What's a 'sonata'? Woss'e sayin'? Our clangin' ain't dog enough for his old receptors? Woss a 'Mandachord' anyway?"
(if the Tenno is rank Logical) Roky: "My kids don't go near that hunter-trapper Business cove. Not since Bobo. The Business moves in, starts talkin' cute and furry animals, Bobo thinks Biz is an easy mark. By the time Bobo's pulled his Kitgun, Biz is handin' it back to him without the clip. Dunno what that old cove told Bobo, but Bobo ain't touched a gun since. We got no idea who that Biz mucker really is, an' we don't wanna know."
(if the Tenno is rank Logical) Roky: "Zuud's a bit lateral, in'she? We get calls some down-cycles, wantin' parts. It's Zuud, 'cept it ain't always her voice. Some other lady. Imagine if that was yer Mumsie. That was your biological, an' you just had to live with that. Pfeh. That's why me and Boon and the kids hang logical. Choose the kind of crazy we live with."
(if the Tenno is rank Logical) Roky: "I scope you, Outworlder-buddy! Lookin' dog as always. What can the Vent Pobbers fit you with?"
(if the Tenno is rank Logical) Roky: "Hey, just in time. We were about to hit the Vallis, grind some off Nef's face. Ten points for the eyebrows. Need anything?"
Assembling K-drive
Roky: "Can't help ya, glinty. I need somethin' to work with."
Roky: "Gotta need some bits and pieces, glinty. We live in the vents, not a Relay."
Roky: "Want me to bolt two canisters to a piece of siding, charge you fifty so you can make broom-broom noises? Need parts, glinty. Parts."
Selecting a K-drive part
Roky: "Hmm. Intriguing."
Roky: "Ah, yeah. Okay. Sure."
Roky: "Couldn't have picked better meself."
Constructing K-drive
Roky: "Boon! Klokkit. This be terminal style, chek? Yeah? [pause] No?! Ah, go stick your head in one. This board'll make you a star, glinty. No mistake."
Roky: "Someday, glinty, the System's gonna know my name – and you'll be able to say: 'I bought one a' the first Rides by Roky.'"
Roky: "Dog. In'she dog? Come on! A little appreciation, glinty."
Daily special
Roky: "Boon's crew taxed the parts quiet-like, an' we Vent Pobbers bashed it together last cycle. Terminal ride. I'll gutterball the price n'all. Deal?"
Roky: "Boon's crew got air over a zap-fence to score this lot. Corpus maintenance crew's gonna be comin' up short next cycle, but hey – we Vent Pobbers pass the savings onto you."
Roky: "Parts freshly nicked by the Kubrodons – Boon's crew. Bashed this plank together meself, I did. One-of-a-kind, guaranteed."
Roky: "Fell off the back of a loader. Wanna bargain, today's it."
Naming K-drive
Roky: "Now get out there and give 'em hell. Tell 'em the Ventkids sent ya."
Roky: "Aw, pretty. Okay, all done."
Roky: "Nice. I don't get the reference, but that sounds real poetic."
Bidding farewell
Roky: "Boon's crew, the Kubrodons, gotta hand off a buncha live gear before they get burned. Planks, drives, could be anythin'. Scope me in a few, check-check?"
Roky: "Bah-bah, be-be."
Roky: "Bye bye, glinty."
Starting a K-drive race
Out on the Orb Vallis, there are 22 K-drive racing areas, although only 5 will be active on any given day. At these locations, the Tenno can find Boon, sitting on his hoverboard. Approaching him will cause a scoreboard to appear, showing the highest-scoring Tenno for that race. Interacting with Boon will cause the race markers to appear as pink rings on the terrain. The Tenno must pass through all the rings before the time runs out, although the timer does not start until they pass through the first ring. Passing through additional rings will add time to the clock. Dismounting the board or being thrown off it does not forfeit the race as long as the Tenno can get back on the board and pass through the next ring before time runs out, despite Boon's implication otherwise.
Some of the races are down slopes and across terrain; some go through Corpus bases, and some twist through the caverns. The 22 races are: Deathgrip, Sky-Eye, Roky's Roll, Pobber's Drop, Breakdown or Bust, Puffin' Pastures, The Hard Way, Mumsie Dadsie, Fortuna's Folley, Bomb the Spaceport, Meat and Greet, Frost Merchant, Lord of the Board, Dog Line, Kubrodon Twist, Catalyst, River Run, Skeggin' Out, Taxman's Curve, Shaving Nef, Anyo's Ointment, and Grinding the Void.
Boon: "Works like this: hit the marker, the timer starts. Vapour trail, chek? Ya bomb, and ya done. Ready?"
Boon: "Rules are simple: timer starts once you hit the first marker. Now, let's see what ya packin'."
Boon: "Arright, klokkit! I say go, ya floor it. Time kicks off once you hit the first marker. Ready?"
Hitting the first marker
Boon: "First marker gone. Bah-bah!"
Boon: "Boom!"
Boon: "Nice form. Let's see you keep it."
Failing a race
Boon: "Oof. Idiot shivers all 'round. Ya bombed that one, glinty."
Boon: "Put in the hours, glinty. You'll get there. Hahahaha!"
Boon: "Ha ha! Klokked it. Fish-lookin' null-unit."
Finishing a race
Boon: "Nothin' fancy, but got it done. Ya plank okay for a glinty mucker."
Boon: "Ya, don't get smug. You did fine, but chek no flair. You scored that one, but I'm still king."
Boon: "You's a lucky mucker an' no mistake. Skin a' ya teeth, glinty!"
Roky is mentioned in the Vox Solaris quest, and Boon has some dialogue during the Profit-Taker Orb Mother heist. The Ventkids are mentioned in the dialogue of Eudico, The Business, Rude Zuud, and Smokefinger, and Legs' lore fragments.
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01•27•21 - Day EIGHT
Because of the dumb Corona requirements, today was the day that we had to go get Covid tested again, in order to have the paperwork necessary to get back to the USA. So we had to kind of rely on Deimante to figure that out, and work around her schedule. I was a little nervous to leave something that big of a deal in someone else’s hands, but I knew she had just been through this helping her family fly out a couple of weeks back, so I felt like it would be ok.
Deimante and Gedis are in some kind of fiancé course, so they had class that day and said we could go to the beach or whatever we wanted to do in the morning while we waited. We ended up at Kite Beach, in the nice area, this time, instead of wandering around aimlessly looking for a view of the Burj Al Arab hahah. We had breakfast – iced chocolate and very yummy waffles actually – and then went to lay out in the sand. What a perfect moment… sun beating down, waves crashing in the distance, perfect sand for your fingers and toes to play with… LOVE. We got little popsicles, but I picked mango simply because it was the only flavor with strawberry pieces in it, and I thought it would make a cute photo. Then I hated it, hahah. Beach picked raspberry, and hers was good.
All too soon, we had to catch a taxi back to the apartment so that we could go get the Covid test. Their class was still not done, but we had to go, and Gedis had to go to work anyway, so Deima turned the class on from her phone, and off we went to Sharjah. She suggested we take the test there because it’s faster and less crowded. It went really smoothly, and only cost $40. And they only had to test one nostril, thankfully! I’ve been covid-tested too many times lately.
It only took about 15 minutes, and then we were done! Deima then took us to Jet Ski Sharjah, because it’s much cheaper to do it there than at a tourist trap in Dubai. They charged us $16 for 30 minutes, and that’s because Deimante is a boss negotiator. My new 2021 goal is to be more like her. They told us they would only take cash, so she said she’d run to an ATM while we jet-skied. She’s a little traumatized from going with Gedis, and had no interest in doing it again hahah. It was super fun, as always, and cool to have a city skyline view while we went. At one point, we tried to pass the GoPro from me to Beach, and we bumped into each other. That was a problem, because then mine got scuffed up, and they said we owed them 1,000 Dirhams for the damage, which is $272. We waited for Deimante to get back, and I explained the situation. She went over there yelling at the guy, “Show me the damage. What are you talking about. These are my guests from USA and I bring them to you, and you do this?” She’s BOLD. And truthfully, it was our fault, and we shouldn’t have let them bump. But I let her handle it. She called Gedis, who sent one of his employees down to handle it and bring cash to pay. And he was able to talk them down to 500 Dirhams, so only $136! Not bad at all – way to go team.
We went to hang out at Gedis’ office in Sharjah while we waited for rush hour traffic back to Dubai to die down. While we were there, Beach had to pee so badly that she got desperate… and I’ll let her explain what happened hahaha.
BEACH: My time to shine I guess(;
Well, as it has been told, I really had to pee, nothing unusual. After asking Deimante if there was a bathroom nearby, she led me around the side of Gedis’ office to the “bathroom,” which she said was used only in emergencies. I can see why. There was no toilet, just a hole in the tile with the opening of a pipe in the bottom of the hole. Initially, I had decided the “bathroom” was too gross to use and that I could hold it. As time went on though, I realized we would not be leaving Sharjah any time soon, and I was getting desperate. I then told the group that I was just going to have to go and that I couldn’t hold it any longer. Gedis had at least given me a paper towel roll as there was no toilet paper in the bathroom and there was no spot for it. The floor and walls were so covered in dirt and disgusting that I didn’t dare put the paper towel roll on the ground so I held it under my arm and squatted, trying very carefully to touch nothing. Let’s just say hand sanitizer was applied liberally after that experience.
OK, back to me hahahah. Oh man.
When we finally did leave the office, we all went to dinner at a nearby Vietnamese restaurant. I had vegan spring rolls that were actually so good, and then a beef pho, which they are definitely pronouncing “pho” even though at home I’ve been told to pronounced it “fuh.” Interesting…
It was actually such a good dinner! We really enjoyed getting our time to sit and talk with them. We were laughing about some of our old Lithuania memories and telling Gedis about them, we were sharing travel stories, talking about work… it was just a really nice outing. They are so awesome. They were freezing on the walk home hahah, which is so funny, because anyone at home would kill for that slightly cool weather. I was just trying to take it all in again, and just loved how sparkly the city is. Every building, every tree… sparkles. It’s a city meant for me. They’re so lucky to live in such a beautiful place, and to be so close to so many amazing sights.
A good last night ): & (:
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