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highwaytothedangerzone502 · 2 years ago

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Ghost Story - Chapter 21

Pairing: Rooster x Female OC

Word Count: 3268

Warnings: Mention of suicide mission

Summary: No one will miss a ghost. It'd been a running joke for as long as anyone could remember, something Ghost herself started, and she always said it with a smile on her face or with mirth in her voice. The untouchable stealth pilot in every sense of the word, no one could've predicted the depth of her turmoil over recent events, nor the extremes she would go to in order to protect the man she loved, not even those closest to her. Now, all that was left of the young aviator for Maverick, Hangman, and Rooster were the memories of the past, which would slowly fade with time. She'd come into their lives and made an unforgettable impression, and then, like a ghost, she was gone... Then again, ghosts can't die a second time.

Notes: The chapters/large parts in italics are flashbacks.

Chapter Songs: You Set Me Free Go Figure

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Ghost

Tensions between Charlie and Ghost failed to get better, and as much as her mom tried to get her daughter to talk, Ghost refused. Hurt and insulted by her mother's words, the last thing she wanted to do was hear more of it, which could be the only result of any further conversation. No, Ghost wouldn't speak with her mom until the tournament finished and when she came out on top. The determination to prove Charlie wrong lit a new fire under Ghost, and as Hollywood put it, she terrorized anyone and everyone in her way.

"Your new call sign should be Demon," Hollywood joked while they walked to the changing room to switch into their regular clothes. Their training ended early since only Ghost, Hollywood, and Boomer were left in the tournament. The course runs and dogfights took less than half a day, giving them the rest of the afternoon and evening off. By the end of today, only two of them would remain, and Ghost held no doubt she would stay for the final round.

Before she left the base, however, she made a pitstop at Cyclone's office, knocking hesitantly because the request Ghost wished to bring to his attention and consideration was no small matter.

"Come in," Cyclone called out. Ghost entered the office and found him sitting at his desk with Warlock across from him. The two men raised their eyebrows, evidently surprised by her presence. "Lieutenant, you have impeccable timing."

"How's that, sir?" Ghost asked, coming to stand beside Warlock.

"You just missed your mom."

A small groan escaped her lips. "Please tell me she didn't convince you to kick me out of the tournament."

"No, but she tried her hardest. If you were struggling to hang on, it'd be one thing, but you're succeeding at everything thrown at you. I can't deny that, nor can the Navy, so you're still in the running."

"Thank God..."

"Is that what you came to ask about?"

"No, sir. I have a request for you to take under consideration if I win the tournament for the mission," Ghost said, clasping her hands in front of her to hide their slight shaking. She had no idea how Cyclone might react. As much as they got along, he was still Cyclone. When someone upset him, he unleashed the storm within, and Ghost never wanted to be on the receiving end of it. She'd heard too many horror stories.

Cyclone narrowed his eyes at her. "I'm listening."

"I'm aware that if chosen for the mission, I would select a wingman and two spares in the event myself and my wingman got shot down. I understand it's rare to send a pilot solo on a task such as the one we're facing, but if chosen, I would like it to be considered for me. You and I know my track record, both in the tournament and in real life. I can hold my own no problem, and I don't see the point in risking the lives of two pilots when the goal can be accomplished with one. Planes are expendable, sir, but pilots are not."

Cyclone leaned back in his chair, staring her down with piercing green eyes. Ghost continued meeting it despite wanting to cower under his intense gaze. Finally, he spoke. "You're being serious, aren't you?"

"I am. I understand the consequences of going solo. It reduces the chances of mission success and the chance of me returning home alive, but it's me, sir. I've accomplished other missions solo whose chances of success were low. Let me do it on this one, too. Don't risk the lives of any other pilots. Risk one."

"Why you?"

"Because I'm the best you've got, and you know it," Ghost said confidently.

"I won't lie. What you're talking about has already been considered, but it got knocked down. I'll bring it back up again, but I can't promise anything. You should start thinking about who you'd like to take as your wingman and your spares."

"Yes, sir. I appreciate you taking it into consideration. One more question, sir. Can the people I want on the mission be in the reserves?"

Cyclone sighed heavily. "Are you wanting to ask who I think you are?"

"Probably. He's the best of the best. I don't know if he'll say yes, but if it's an option, I'd want him on my team. We fly well together, and he can bring any experience I may lack."

"There's really no one else on active duty you would choose? What about Hollywood?"

Ghost shook her head. "I want Maverick."

"Of course you do... he's your idol, after all, and it shows."

"Thank you, sir."

"Wasn't a compliment."

"I know, sir."

The corners of his mouth tugged upwards ever so slightly. "I'll allow it because it's you, Ghost, and because of the intensity of the mission. I'll let you know the answer to your initial question as soon as I have it. Is that all, Lieutenant?"

"Yes, sir," Ghost said, glancing at the file on his desk. "Unless you want to tell me who I'm facing tomorrow?"

"Two days from now. I have some urgent matters the Navy has requested my help on, and since they're still figuring out how we're actually going to accomplish the mission you're competing for, we can afford to delay the final dogfight and course run. Use the time to rest up. You've been pushing yourself hard, and I don't want to see you fail at the last second because you exhausted yourself."

"I won't let you down, sir. May I be excused?"

"You may. Have a good day, Ghost."

She bid him and Warlock goodbye, then left the base, but her mind raced with what Cyclone told her: You should start thinking about who you'd like to take as your wingman and your spares.

Ghost already knew who her top choices were, people she'd flown with before and trusted with her life, regardless of any personal issues between them. However, choosing them brought so many other consequences, namely, a strong potential for death. Ghost wasn't sure all that the mission entailed, but it was easy to figure out that the chance of survival was even lower than what the Daggers had accomplished. How could she put them in that position? Two of them would say 'yes' because it was her, but if they died and she survived, Ghost would never forgive herself. Maverick sat on reserve, but he missed flying. She could tell by the way he acted whenever he went up in the jets. But he'd gotten out. Who was she to ask him to throw himself back in, let alone on what probably was a suicide mission?

These were only a few of the thoughts that blasted her, and Ghost found herself with a near-impossible decision. She needed help making the right choice, even though she already knew what it was. Ghost needed that push, and only one person could help her, someone who had to make the same impossible decision as her not so long ago.

Hopping onto her bike, Ghost sped toward the Benjamin household. Making a swift arrival, she bounded up the steps to Penny's house and knocked, praying only Amelia and Penny were home. Rooster had been hanging out there more and more, according to Maverick, and he remained one of the last people she wanted to run into. The tension between them remained too palpable, aggravated further by the drama she caused between him and Bryn. Ghost even dared to say she and Rooster were no longer friends but, instead, strangers. Strangers who knew too much about each other.

Much to Ghost's relief, Amelia opened the door. She immediately said, "You looking for Rooster? If so, he's taking a nap, but I can wake-"

"Uh, no, no, that's okay," Ghost replied, her heart dropping into her stomach when she saw the familiar wavy brown hair and Hawaiian shirt stretched out on the sofa, fast asleep and unaware of her presence. He had an open book resting on his chest. Keeping her voice down to avoid waking him up, Ghost said, "I'm looking for Maverick. Is he here?"

"No, he's been at the warehouse for a few days."

"Shoot. Does his cell work okay out there?"

"Yeah, as far as I'm aware. Why?"

"I have some work questions for him, that's all. Thanks, Amelia!"

"Any time." The girls parted ways. Ghost pulled out her phone and dialed Maverick's number as she returned to her motorcycle. He picked up on the third ring. "Hey, Ghost! How'd the tournament go today?"

"Hey, Mav. It went well. I'm in the finals, but I'm not sure if Boomer or Hollywood made it with me. I'm sorry to bother you on a Sunday-"

"There's no need to apologize. You're always welcome to call me. What's going on?"

"I wanted to talk to you about something, and I was wondering when you'd be free to meet up."

"I'm at my warehouse for the next couple of days, but you're welcome to join me. I can send you the coordinates. It's about an hour and a half away, or an hour if you drive like me."

Ghost chuckled. "Send me the coordinates, and I'll be there in an hour."

"Roger, that. See you soon." The two hung up, and Ghost waited impatiently for Maverick to text her his location. It came within a few seconds, and after putting the route into the bike's navigation and slipping on her helmet, she set off at a breakneck speed. Luckily, no cops were out. She didn't want to have to talk her way out of a ticket today.

The hot California sun beat down on her as she rode down the highway. It was the closest to freedom she felt on the ground, the wind enveloping her as she flew down the black asphalt with nothing but desert and the distant, hazy mountains around her. Nothing beat soaring through the sky in an F-18 or F-35, going Mach 2 with the world passing by in a blur. Up there, she forgot about her problems. Up there, all her burdens were nonexistent. Ghost wanted to be in a plane right now even though she'd been in one less than an hour ago, but she couldn't simply take one of the Navy's jets for a joy ride as much as she wanted to. Therefore, speeding on her motorcycle would have to suffice.

As she claimed, Ghost arrived at Maverick's location in an hour. The warehouse was located in the middle of nowhere. No town or neighbor could be seen, and Ghost loved the peace the isolation provided. After parking her motorcycle against the shaded side of the building, she walked through the open garage door and called out, "Maverick?"

The pilot popped up from underneath one of two P-51s residing in the warehouse. He smiled brightly, seeming genuinely happy to see her. "Hey. You weren't joking about being here in an hour, were you?"

"You said it could be done if I drove like you." Ghost hung her jacket over the back of a chair and then glanced up at the P-51. "Why do you have two of these?"

"One is mine and fully functional. I'm restoring the second one for a friend." Maverick waved for her to follow him. They went to the other side of the plane. "Hand me that wrench on the table right there."

Ghost obeyed. "Thanks for letting me come out here. I have a feeling you don't tell just anyone about this place."

"You're right, but I do for my kids. All the Top Gun pilots I trained know where this place is. Only Rooster's ever come, though." Maverick fiddled with something inside the plane unseen by his visitor. "Speaking of which, talk to me, Ghost. What's on your mind?"

Ghost braced herself against the rolling tool cabinet, watching Maverick work. "As you're aware, the person who wins the tournament goes on this black ops mission. Cyclone told me to start thinking of people I would take: a wingman and two spares."

"I'm going to take a wild guess and say you're thinking of Rooster, Hangman, and Hollywood."

"You got the first two right," Ghost admitted, gauging whether she should tell him the truth about her third choice. She'd come all this way out for his advice, though, and holding back would do nothing to help. "I'm considering you for my third."

This made Maverick turn around, surprise on his face. "Why me?"

"Because you're the best of the best, and I know if I were to bring you on this mission, you'd have my back. Maybe the Navy doesn't appreciate the kind of pilot you are, but I do. I see the genius in your flying. It's why I idolized you."

"Why are you hesitant to bring me? Or Rooster and Hangman, for that matter?"

"Because the likelihood of dying is high from what I can gauge, and I can't-" Ghost stopped herself, dropping her gaze to the assortment of tools resting on the chest. She waited for the knot in her throat to disappear before she continued speaking. "I don't fear dying. If I did, I never would've joined the military. What I do fear is losing someone because I knowingly sent them on a near-suicide mission. I can't imagine any of you dying on my watch. With Hangman, even though we're only friends now, he's been around my entire life, and the idea of losing him-"

A shudder ran through Ghost, another knot forcing its way into her throat. She'd never mentioned this deep fear of hers to anyone, not Rooster, not her mom, not Hangman, her three go-to people. Yet here she was, spilling it all out to Maverick because she knew he'd understand more than anyone else. She continued on. "As for Rooster, besides being in love with him, I also realize he's the last piece of Goose you have, and I can't- I don't want to take that away from you. There's the flip side of that, too. I don't want to take you away from him because you're the last family Rooster has, the last bit of Goose he has. Even when he refused to speak to you after you pulled his papers, he still loved you fiercely. I never told him this because I understood his anger, but I always thought there was another motive for you pulling his papers, not just because you were afraid of losing him. It didn't seem like something you would do strictly of your volition."

"You wouldn't be wrong," Maverick replied quietly, but he said nothing more on the topic. Ghost didn't prod. "You know if Rooster or Hangman find out you went on a deadly mission by yourself when they could've accompanied you, they'll go ballistic, and not in the fun kind of way."

"Which is exactly why I haven't told either of them. I'm telling you because you were in the same situation I was not too long ago with that uranium facility mission. You knew one of you probably wasn't making it back alive, and you still found a way to overcome your fear of potentially losing Rooster and let him accompany you on the mission. How did you do it?"

"Because I knew he was ready for it, that it was the right call to make, and I knew that if I saw him in any type of danger, I would die for him before I let him die for me. Come hold this for me," Maverick said, holding up some piece of machinery in the plane. Ghost replaced him. Maverick set to work fixing parts around it. "If you want someone to go on the mission, I'll gladly go up with you."

Ghost's heart soared. "That means the world to me, Maverick. Once you accept to go on the mission, though, there's no backing out. You realize that, right?"

"I do, and I'm willing to risk it for you."

"Why?"

"Because it's what I'd do for any of my kids, and Rooster would kill me if he found out I let you go by yourself. He loves you, Ghost. You know that, right?"

"Yeah," she murmured, his words simultaneously causing elation and sorrow in her heart. "How's he doing?"

"Still not talking to him?"

"No. The fight I caused between him and Bryn didn't help either. Let's put it this way: the tension between us is so thick, a plane would crash if it tried to fly through it."

"Are you ever going to tell me what he said to you?"

Ghost shrugged. "We had a heart-to-heart, and more came out than I intended. He called me out on the fact that I was avoiding him whenever he was around Bryn, and I finally told him that I liked him," she said, feeling the heat rise in her face when she admitted the next part. "Rooster and I hooked up a few times, and in the fight, he alluded in a not-so-subtle way that it felt like I was using him and that if I wanted a boy toy, to go after Hangman, but he phrased it much more crudely. Rooster's been trying to reach out, but I've been ignoring him."

"I get why you're upset with him, and I realize now why he's been hanging around our house so much," Maverick said, tapping her hands to let Ghost know she could remove them from the item she held up. "He's fully aware you've been helping me and Penny with redecorating the house, so he's probably hoping to run into you at some point."

"We almost did today if he hadn't been asleep."

Maverick glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. "Are you two okay when you're with the Daggers?"

"I don't know. I don't hang around to find out, but I guess we'd be relatively fine because we could avoid each other and talk to other people." Ghost fiddled with a pen on the tool chest, antsy with the talk about Rooster and her emotions toward him. The conversation had to be redirected for her sanity. "But I'm not going to drag you down with that drama again. I came here for advice on what to do about my work dilemma."

"You have to do what you know is right for the mission," Maverick replied simply, "even if it means going against what your heart is telling you."

Ghost sighed and grabbed her jacket, hating that Maverick confirmed what she already knew to be true. "Thank you for letting me vent and talk this through with you. I really appreciate it, Maverick."

"Like I said earlier, you're welcome to talk to me whenever you need to." He looked up at the plane, then back at her. "What are your plans for the rest of the day?"

"I was going to go home and crash."

"You know, I could use an extra set of hands today. I want to try and get this baby flying. What do you say you help me with the finishing touches on this one, and then we both go up?"

"Really?" Ghost's pulse jumped, thrilled by the idea of flying alongside Maverick again and honored he trusted her to fly these planes.

"Yeah. And who knows? Maybe the flying will help clear your head."

"All right," Ghost said, setting her jacket back down and sidling next to him. "Tell me what to do, boss."

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cassetteboy · 2 years ago

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So, I've been wanting to vent a little bit on here about some serious stuff, which I guess will double as letting some of my more distant friends know.

My mom passed away in her sleep rather suddenly, and I found her on April 17th morning. I've been going to therapy regularly, and trying to keep in contact with my support system and everything but man it's legitimately so hard. (Needless to say the rest of this will be talking about grief and stuff, so if you're not in the headspace for it, let's leave it at that.)

I don't think there could have been a death that would have impacted me more than hers, I feel emptied out and completely hollow. I've been posting stuff to vent my feelings out on grief-related subreddits but I dunno, it doesn't really help that much. It feels like a temporary fix. I wish I could express how this is the hardest thing that's ever happened to me, and that's saying something because I've had a very difficult life and lived through some horribly traumatic stuff.

I just feel terribly alone, despite knowing rationally that I'm not. I can't project myself in the future anymore and everything makes me think about her. I'm so pissed and depressed and bewildered and I still can't believe it's a real permanent thing and that this is my life now. She'll never see me turn 25, which will be my biggest win so far, and I wanted to share it with her because above all other people she knows how downright miraculous it is that I've lived this long with the life I've had. I don't really know where to go from here. I'm just gutted. I miss her so much already and it's not even been a month. We were so close and I loved her so much, she was such a great person and I don't know what I'm gonna do without her. I feel lonely, abandonned and helpless and I don't think there is anything that will stop me from feeling this way for a long while.

I don't think I ever spoke about her on here, or probably not to say nice things because our relationship was pretty tense and rocky while I still lived at her place, but she was a wonderful woman and I loved her.

Her name was Agnès. She was a nurse with way more extensive medical knowledge than a nurse ever had business having. She was curious and inquisitive and that made her a well of knowledge and wisdom. She was a creator, she wrote and drew and painted. She sang, too. She did theater, yoga, meditation. She was a great philosopher, and knew a lot about the human mind, psychology, human sciences. She had anger like a cyclone, and knew how to command respect like no one I know. She was sensitive, too, and compassionate, always ready to help people when she could. She adopted all my friends, and would pull through for them if they needed it. She was funny and witty, and we made each other laugh so much. She had great political views and was ready to learn more, and always listened and engaged with interest and a will to learn when I told her about political and social subjects she didn't know much about. She was supportive of everything, since the day I was born. She was the first person to know I was autistic, decades before I got a diagnosis. She helped me in my darkest hours and was, to be fair, the sole reason I stayed alive for many years, before I stopped surviving solely for other's sake. When I came out as trans, it took some getting used to but she learned and she loved me, and she helped me transition. She was always so proud to see me turn into the young man I was destined to be. She helped me get better, in day to day life. She would come with me to appointments when I was too scared to go alone. She would help me with administrative stuff because she knew I was bad at it. She would motivate me to get better and better, and she was so proud. I showed her my drawings, made her listen to my songs, read my poems. She was a good critic, with an analytic mind. She had a laugh you could hear from streets away. She was larger than life and beautiful and smart, and now she's fucking dead. And I could write a novel describing her, you wouldn't even come close to what it was knowing her. I can never do her justice, I can never describe her the right way. And I'm mad, I'm shattered, I'm sad. I want to curl into a ball and sleep until it doesn't hurt anymore.

I thought we had more time. There were still so many things to do and talk about, and now I'll never be able to know her opinion on anything ever again, and maybe that's what hurts the most. I don't think there's much more to say about it. I wish we could have gotten more time.

#vent #mourning #grief #I feel like absolute doodoo as you'd expect #cassette talking shit

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blackbutlerfandomnerddomain · 2 years ago

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black butler ride the cyclone au 🤔 who do you think would be who ?

This ask took longer than I thought cause I decided to be extra and draw the characters in question then it led to me switching casting then made a random wheel of The Ballet of Jane Doe and The New Birthday Song with two Jane Doe casts and then I almost deleted this post when getting some creepy spams out of it and then the art didn't load/some colors poofed from final piece so I'm working on that!

I decided in the end of this casting and the second hand casts if it didn't work. I'm gonna tag @crimson-violets and @a-tcos for it cause it's Black Butler related and also Ride the Cyclone is technically a horror musical according to some Twitter people

CAST:

Ocean - Ciel Phantomhive.

I was stuck between Maurice Cole and Ciel, but it was both of the whole vibe "I'm better and deserve the best" but it's Ocean's past hinting why she's so much like this that made me pick Ciel. Cause yes he has the same vibe, but he shows he doesn't find everyone so annoying they'll leave at once, he's more pushing them away.

This also goes for the fact in Ocean's song What The World Needs has some good pipes and I often do put Ciel in the cast of Lydia in the Beetlejuice musical thanks to Dead Mom

Noel - Alois Trancy.

Okay, so this was gonna be Clayton cause he just is OKAY!?! But I picked Alois for this line in Noel's Lament: "In my life, I was Noel Gruber who worked at Taco Bell in Uranium City, Saskatchewan. But, in my dreams, I played a different role... I was Monique Gibeau in post war France"

In the day time he's Jim Macken, a boy who's life he wants to forget more than anything. And wants to be Alois Trancy, a rich boy who doesn't give a shit about what life throws at him.

All I'm saying he's not uptight as Noel is but it fits for me

Mischa - Cheslock.

The first time we meet Cheslock he instantly had a rough attitude and made Ciel get stoned in a not fun way. But I love the headcanons that Cheslock's a secret softie kitten inside

He also gave me the vibes of not so sturdy relationship with his family

Ricky (my baby) - Snake.

So I was gonna put Ciel in this if it wasn't Ocean, but nothing was gonna make me picture Ciel doing Space Age Bachelor Man, but Snake fits more of the personality Ricky gave off

Jane Doe (my other baby) - Doll.

Okay, so for casting her was hardest since both options were a bit fucked up. It was between Finny and Doll.

But I chose Doll for her personality as the circus performer which is very emotionless and doll like kind of like Jane Doe

Constance - Joanne Harcourt

Okay, this was second hardest since I was stuck between Lizzy and Joanne since they both seem the perfect people for the role, but he wins due to his actual shy expressions

Other cast of certain characters:

Mey-Rin - Constance

Sebastian - Jane Doe (mysterious man and also I see Sebastian during the Lion fact)

Mischa - Bard

#black butler #ride the cyclone #black butler au #black butler ride the cyclone AU #casting are spoiled if you look at the tags #ocean o'connell rosenberg #noel gruber #mischa bachinski #ricky potts #rtc jane doe #constance blackwood

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drawing-way-outside-the-lines · 5 years ago

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Malou (’Mia Mayhem’) Jensen *Main character

Voice Claim:(Olivia Wilde) https://youtu.be/bV6cC-rUMCs?t=1m13s (Right click on links and open in new tab)

Partner(s): Dalton. Parents: None. Kids: None. Age: 37 (Year 2020) 26th of May. Height: 173cm Body type: Slim. Eye color: Light blue/gray Human: Immortal.

About: Caring, Individualistic, Generous, Passionate, Creative, Adventurous, Sarcastic, Charismatic, Clever, Compassionate, Sensitive, Freethinking, Friendly, Helpful, Sharing, Humble, Self-critical, Understanding, Witty, Open-minded, Absentminded, Emotional, Brooding, Skeptical, Stubborn, Shy, Introvert, Observant, Anxious, Cautious, Genuine, Awkward and Clumsy. ~ Straight, but loves to watch gay porn. Is borderline Asexual when it comes to straight sex. ~ Has several tattoos on her body, mainly Geeky, representing some of the fandoms she’s in. ~ Her favorite tattoo is the unicorn she has on her left hand. ~ Colors her hair electric blue. ~ Is a writer/artist. ~ Currently learning to write song lyrics/sing/play guitar. ~ Lives with her roomie, Dalton. ~ Used to attend a design school where she would sew clothes all day, now she can’t stand sewing by machine, and only does things she can sew by hand. ~ HUGE cat lover. - Has 3 of her own, Oliver, BMO and Bunny. ~ Used to be very skinny and hated when people assumed she had an eating disorder, or called her names like giraffe or spider legs, when she actually had a very large appetite and always ate a lot. ~ Always smells like burned incense and wood. ~ Hates most artificial smells, loves earthy tones. ~ Loves to collect creepy stuff. ~ Atheist. ~ Has a pretty dark sense of humor. ~ Drinks almost nothing but tea. ~ Is probably made of tea? ~ Dislikes society. ~ Flannel/tartan addict. ~ Super power = anxiety. ~ Believes in unicorns and magic. ~ Strong-willed. ~ Stomps around in big boots. ~ Once kicked a taxi cause the driver was an ass. ~ Hates when people repeatedly sticks their nose in her business. ~ Orphan. ~ Pretty good cook. ~ Fills her bed with plushies to make up for the fact she hasn't shared her bed with anyone half a decade at least. ~ Lonely. ~ Melancholic. ~ Romantic at heart though she never fully admits it. ~ Cares too much for her own good. ~ 100/10 would do anything for the people she loves. ~ Is very honest, if you can’t handle the truth, don’t ask for it. ~ Was abused physically and mentally as a child, as result she sometimes suffers from anxiety, Depression and bad nerves. ~ Can be rather pessimistic. ~ Hates freezing. ~ Uncomfortable around people. ~ Loves her friends, her cats, Rock music, chillout music, pandas, unicorns, owls, wolves, ravens, deer, bears, foxes, Deadpool, watching movies, plushies, licorice, writing, being creative in any way, light chains, grungy stuff, neon lights, Christmas, Halloween, Halloween-type decor, Hello Kitty, 90′s stuff, spearmint, finding deeper meaning in stuff around her, stickers, Anti-Heroes, collecting penis decor, spooky stuff, anything made out of raw wood, flannel, daydreaming, weird/cute/extraordinary mugs, leather wristbands, gay porn, dancing to loud music, Rick & Morty, coloring books, cozy blankets, strange backpacks, gemstones/crystals, nature and scented candles. ~ Her style changes with her mood. One day she wears bright colorful stuff with rainbows and unicorns. Next day it’s black clothes with witchy/creepy symbols/prints or dirty jeans and oversized flannel shirts. ~ Can be pretty grumpy, but it’s usually nothing more than just that. Malou’s tag Malou’s house/home Malou’s moodboard Handwriting/ask answer pic:

One Gif to describe her:

One song to describe her: Mumford & Sons - Hopeless Wanderer Personal playlist: 1. Incubus - Drive 2. D-A-D - Laugh 'n' A ½ 3. Godsmack - Serenity 4. Jack Johnson - All At Once 5. Damon Albarn – On Melancholy Hill (acoustic) 6. Tim Christensen - Whispering At The Top Of My Lungs 7. Linkin Park - Papercut 8. Nirvana - Plateau 9. Gorillaz - Tomorrow Comes Today 10. Serj Tankian - Left Of Center 11. Korn - Freak On a Leash 12. The White Stripes - Hardest Button To Button 13. Gorillaz - Aries ft. Peter Hook & Georgia 14. Red Hot Chili Peppers - Can't Stop 15. Madrugada - Sirens 16. Alabama 3 - Woke Up This Morning 17. Gorillaz - Amarillo 18. Jewel - Absence Of Fear 19. Angels and Airwaves - Secret Crowds 20. Blur - Girls And Boys 21. Gorillaz - Saturnz Barz (Spirit House) 22. Cigarettes After Sex - Sweet 23. Jewel - Deep Water 24. Jack Johnson - Sleep Through the Static 25. Damon Albarn - Lonely Press Play 26. D-A-D - Empty Heads 27. R.E.M. - Drive 28. Incubus - Promises, Promises 29. Chris Cornell - Billie Jean 30. Blur - Colin Zeal 31. Puscifer - Momma Sed 32. Heartless Bastards - Only For You 33. Gorillaz - El Mañana 34. Angels & Airwaves - Breathe 35. The Beatles - Come Together 36. 4 Non Blondes - What's Up 37. Gorillaz - Momentary Bliss ft. slowthai & Slaves 38. Norah Jones - Come Away With Me 39. Blur - Mirrorball 40. Incubus - Black Heart Inertia 41. Limp Bizkit feat. Method Man N 2 Gether Now 42. 2Pac - Changes ft. Talent 43. D-A-D - Bad Craziness 44. Nirvana - Pennyroyal Tea 45. Blur - Ong Ong 46. Angels and Airwaves - Do It For Me Now 47. Right Said Fred - What A Day For A Daydream 48. Damon Albarn - Everyday Robots 49. The Human League - I’m The Law 50. Jamiroquai - Virtual Insanity 51. Linkin Park - A Place For My Head 52. Blink -182 - Down 53. 3 Doors Down - Duck And Run 54. Alanis Morissette - Hand In My Pocket 55. Savage Garden - The Animal Song 56. Red Hot Chili Peppers - Scar Tissue 57. Incubus - Dig 58. Green Day - Basket Case 59. LP - Lost On You [Live Session] 60. D-A-D - Sleeping My Day Away 61. Bob Marley - Buffalo Soldier 62. Beth Hart - Delicious Surprise 63. Extreme - Hole Hearted 64. Paul Simon - You Can Call Me Al 65. Jack Johnson - Breakdown 66. Damon Albarn - Photographs (You Are Taking Now) 67. Sticky Fingers - Cyclone (The Village Sessions) 68. Blur - Star Shaped 69. Serj Tankian - Empty Walls 70. The Dead South - Diamond Ring 71. The Kills - U.R.A Fever 72. Godsmack - I Stand Alone 73. Queen - Bicycle Race 74. Alanis Morissette - Ironic 75. Dizzy Mizz Lizzy - Hidden War 76. Nirvana - About A Girl 77. Damon Albarn - Mr Tembo 78. Savage Garden - To The Moon & Back 79. Alannah Myles - Black Velvet 80. Jewel - Down So Long 81. Tep No - Swear Like A Sailor 82. Youssou N'Dour - 7 Seconds ft. Neneh Cherry 83. Gorillaz - Broken 84. Red Hot Chili Peppers - Road Trippin 85. Jewel - Good Day 86. Sheryl Crow - Everyday Is A Winding Road 87. Gorillaz - The Valley of The Pagans ft. Beck 88. Green Day - When I Come Around 89. Tim Christensen - Lay Down Your Arms 90. Gorillaz - Clint Eastwood 91. The Pretty Reckless - Zombie 92. Stereophonics - Maybe Tomorrow 93. Blackfield - My Gift of Silence 94. Dizzy Mizz Lizzy - Love Me a Little 95. Damon Albarn - Heavy Seas Of Love 96. The Paper Kites - Bloom 97. David Bowie - Heroes 98. The Beatles - Day Tripper 99. Gorillaz - Feel Good Inc. 100. Faithless - Mass Destruction 101. Limp Bizkit - My Generation (Uncensored) 102. Tasmin Archer - Sleeping Satellite 103. Jennifer Brown - Alive 104. Of Monsters And Men - Sloom 105. Panic! At The Disco - New Perspective 106. Limp Bizkit - Break Stuff(Explicit) 107. Blur - Lonesome Street 108. Sort Sol - Holler High 109. Jacob Lee - Demons (Philosophical Sessions) 110. Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here 111. Nina Simone Feeling Good 112. The Human League - Darkness 113. Gorillaz - Strange Timez ft. Robert Smith 114. Des'ree - I'm Kissing You 115. Meredith Brooks - What Would Happen 116. Dan Black - Symphonies ft. Kid Cudi 117. The Kills - No Wow 118. Gorillaz - Fire Flies 119. Guns N' Roses - Patience 120. Incubus - In The Company Of Wolves 121. The Dead Weather - Will There Be Enough Water 122. Hooverphonic - Mad About You (Live at Koningin Elisabethzaal 2012) 123. Blur - The Universal 124. Sort Sol - Let Your Fingers Do The Walking 125. Roy Orbison - In The Real World 126. Corey Hart - Sunglasses At Night 127. Imagine Dragons - Radioactive (Henri Pfr & Hësling Edit) (Cover By Victoria) 128. Hollow Coves - These Memories 129. Beth Hart - Favorite Things 130. Catching Flies - Quiet Nights Bonus: Yello - Oh Yeah Double Bonus: Meredith Brooks - Bitch Triple Bonus: Seal - Crazy Almost done I swear!: Wolf Larsen - If I Be Wrong Last but not least: Tim Christensen - Enjoy The Silence

#Malou Jensen #immortal #female-self-sim #ts3 #sims3 #sims 3 #simblr #simography

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blabberingbling · 4 years ago

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The New Normal

In the past few days, our lives have undergone radical changes, and a personal observation is that the collective identity of mankind has been caught off-guard like never before. Global behemoths spend billions of dollar every year, in their endless quest to make more money by capitalizing on toxic, unbreathable air, destroyed forests and habitats. And yet, who could have thought that a submicroscopic parasite would so unabashedly reveal our naked vulnerabilities, all hidden behind fallacies of supposed human progress. Unarguably, we humans are a race accustomed to death since the beginning of time, to the extent that its supposed enormity no longer perturbs us. We pause momentarily, only to brush it off the next moment as other issues occupy an infinitesimal void the thought of death creates. New issues replace old ones and it is as if we are stuck in a cyclical wave of negativity and chaos.

For Bangladesh the fight against Covid-19 is far from over as few thousands are being infected on average every day, despite the fact we are halfway into the third month of the pandemic. The situation is far from normal and yet the economy is gradually reopening, bringing helpless people out of the safety of their homes because they were forced to prioritize livelihoods above lives.

For me, the lock-down has been all about trying to adapt to a new lifestyle. I could see a radical change in my daily routine –in terms of food habits, sleeping cycles and work pattern. It took me some to cope with the fact that I could not step out of my house every day.

As 21st century social beings, it is extremely difficult to keep ourselves confined to a space, since minimal/zero human interaction is not something we are used to. I found myself missing the infrequent rickshaw rides within my university campus, the unpredictable visits to Pizza King for fried chicken and fries, the secret evening visits to the mobile-carts selling ‘Luchi-Chaap’ across my street and even the mundane office lunch that I complained about every day. There were days when my productivity reached new heights, and there were those when I would stare blankly at the whitewashed walls of my room while a strange hollowness engulfed me.

But what started off as a struggle to cope with confinement resulted in a discovery of remarkable alternatives. Soon enough, I realized that the lock-down was a great opportunity to spend time with family, explore old hobbies and reconnecting with friends. I had the luxury of waking up a little late in the morning, snuggling with my cat more often, taking a lazy stroll in the lawn during the afternoon with my grandmother, looking up indulgent recipes online and attempt to cook up a storm in the kitchen, and listening to my old playlist at 2 am in the morning. Since I did not have to rush to office every morning, I had enough time to clean up the clutter in my study table, start read the books on my To-be-read list, do a cover of my favorite 90s songs - basically things which I had been planning to do for ages but somehow never wound up doing

But irrespective of my individual efforts to keep myself energized and happy, I was constantly aware of the suffering and miseries of people all around us. People were helpless and hungry and I was wondering what I could do given my own limitations. It was from this retrospection that the idea of providing food reliefs to those hardest hit by the pandemic emerged. Thus, the campaign ‘Chinnomulder Pashe Amra-Standing Up for the Underprivileged’, was born. Through this initiative, my team and I were able to reach out to more than 200 street children and about 400 families in Dhaka and the remote areas of Dinajpur, Panchagarh, Sylhet, Barisal, and Bandarban. The recent cyclone Amphan lashed out across the coastal region, and I am extremely glad that through our campaign, we could do something for those who had been affected.

Experts have opined that Covid-19 will leave a world which has established a ‘new normal’, and it is our sincere hope that mankind, battered and exhausted from a fighting a deadly disease learns its lesson. It is about time that we realize that magnanimous investments must be made to generate efforts that seek to protect human lives. We must know that burgeoning economies and soaring GDPs aren’t simply enough to carry the burden of a dysfunctional healthcare system and glamorous numbers in the form of per capita income is of no use if there aren’t enough ICUs, ventilators and oxygen cylinders to give us respite when we are battling for dear life. Development and progress may be served to us in silver platters, but the truth towers above us in all its cruelty- that nothing on the silver plate is edible.

We should not be caught off guard again. We simply cannot afford to be.

#slicesoflife

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asknarashikari · 5 years ago

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You wrote a fic on how the Kamen Rider would react to their fandom... how about they react to their theme songs and character songs?

Ah, fuck. Ya wanna murder me, too?

I have a lot of feelings about the Kamen Rider OSTs. Especially for W’s and Build’s. So be prepared for a lot of nonsensical blubbering... Starting with W onwards because that’s what I’m super familiar with. Also just doing the image songs/form themes/movie theme because this will be a very long list otherwise

Shoutaro+Philip -> Cyclone Effect

Lines that hit them hardest: Cyclone Effect Don't stop it// To the future the wind heads towards!// Find someone that you want....//The two of us together!

So, fun fact about W’s soundtrack- they all exist in-universe as songs, too. Which means, yes, somewhere in Fuuto, someone just randomly wrote a song that perfectly describes Shoutaro and Philip’s relationship- and made an acoustic version that would make Shou bawl because it reminded him of Philip dying...

Eiji -> Time Judged All

Lines that hit them hardest: Ah, that broken medal in my chest// I've been searching for it// This hand...// Please hold my hand// Together once again... Fly up, time judged all!

He doesn’t actually have a problem with the song itself...he has a problem with the music video. Mainly with the UST between “him” and “Ankh” (and also “Ankh” and his hips that don’t lie). Then there’s the 8 Years After version, which is somehow even more shippy than the MV.

Gentaro -> Samurai Strong Style

Lines that hit them hardest: Can’t you feel someone is loving you?// We are born for the sake of loving somebody...

Well... at the very least, Gen would think it’s a boppin’ tune. Plus the artists style themselves as delinquents like him! He may or may not cry manly tears with how fitting it is for himself.

Haruto -> Last Engage

Lines that hit them hardest: With this ring that I give to you// Your hopes can fight back the dark// Seize ahold once more of all you hold dear// And let it ring clear forever more!

It does express his sentiments quite well. He’s the final hope. He’ll fight his damnest for other’s hopes and dreams.

Kouta -> Ranbu Escalation

Lines that hit them hardest: When we've obtained the ultimate power// What kind of world will be reflected in our eyes?// To break the stalemate...//To rule over all...// ...we'll have the Ultimate escalation...

Like with Eiji, he’d be a little... disturbed at the amount of UST between “Kouta” and “Kaito”, how their voices still meld together well despite their literal argument in the song itself. The clash of their ideals. Of course, he’d be a little sad too, because it’s his and Kaito’s shared song. Then there’s the lines about their eventual final confrontation...

Shinnosuke -> Spinning Wheel

Lines that hit them hardest: Like a spinning wheel// Fate begins to turn for real// Kicking up asphalt// I’ll be there, I’ll be there, I’ll be there...// Before those tears fall, definitely...

It’s him, Chase and Gou singing about how they love Kiriko and how they want to protect her. It’s bound to tug at his heartstrings, and remind him that even now, that’s still true- for all of them.

Takeru -> Hikari (Light)

Lines that hit them hardest: Grab the brilliant future tightly in your hands// Make a wish to become stronger than anyone// I'm sure your tears are for tomorrow// I'll always believe in you, for I never change the mind...

Well... I think Takeru would be hit a little hard by this song. He spent one whole year not being sure if he could even live. But now... he has his whole life ahead of him, he actually has a future to think about and work for. So... what then? What’s next for him?

Emu -> Life is Beautiful

Lines that hit them hardest: Life is beautiful. (Let's get ready for it.)// We hesitate at times, but even so.// But beyond the battle, a new you is waiting there.

Boy. Just from the title, Emu knows it’s gonna be a whammy... I mean, we all kinda got the vibe that this boy is not very okay in the head, and maybe not quite ready to cope with life outside of throwing himself headlong into suicidal situations... But maybe, just maybe, this song can remind him that there is something beyond fighting for everyone’s lives (while neglecting his) is waiting for him.

Sento-> Everlasting Sky

Lines that hit them hardest: Everlasting sky The sky is// It should be endless Everlasting Sky// Someday// I want to meet you who speaks a dream while shining brightly// Longing forever// I want to show you the world without sadness...// Someday I will...

This entire fucking song will hit Sento right in his fucking soul. It’s just him, in a nutshell. His hopes. His fears. His desire. His promise. His love.

Sougo-> Zi-O, Toki no Ouja (Zi-O, King of Time)

Lines that hit them hardest: Every time I've met the legends// I swallow up their own potential// Instead, I will forge my own strength...

Well. That kinda describes Sougo pretty well, doesn’t it? And “Sougo” sings it too- a rarity in Rider these days.

#heisei kamen rider #kamen rider #ask #askrikkaiandhyotei

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crimsxnrebellion-blog · 6 years ago

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Crashing Down

[(Alternate Title: Dante Should Have Listened to Jojo's song, "Little Too Late")

Basically, an AU of what could happen between Dante and Lady because they're both dumb (especially Dante).

So...I fought with myself to even post it. It started out as me working through my emotions through Dante and Lady and kept going. Thus, this has a bit of personal flavor to it, and it took me a bit to even convince myself to finish it or make it anything postable in the first place. So, here's my emotional drivel as I try to cope with my own bad decisions and cowardice. :’3]

Lady’s tone when she called half an hour ago unsettled him. Normally, when she said, “we need to talk,” annoyance or anger burst forth in every syllable and several curses or name calling followed. He could perfectly picture the scowl settled on her features as she straddled her motorcycle or paced in her apartment. Occasionally, a sadness crept into her tone. But, this mostly happened if she had her mother or what happened in that tower that changed their lives forever on their mind. But, this time, little emotion accompanied her request to come over. Her statement a simple answer to his why.

Thus, when she entered the shop dressed in a form fitting black dress with heels and makeup on, fingers worrying the clutch in her hands, the demon hunter raised an eyebrow and clenched his jaw to keep it from dropping. She looked gorgeous. She always did, in all honesty, but he rarely saw her in clothing other than her hunting attire. She glowed in that moment, the only thing dampening her radiance was the obvious worry that creased her brow.

“You come all this way dressed up to ask me on a date or something?” He grinned as the legs of his chair scraped at the wood floor below him. “Well, you’ll have to give me a bit to get ready. I haven’t even showered today.”

She rolled her eyes, and he swore he saw her lips quiver as she tried not to smile. “Don’t be an idiot. I’m going on a date but not with your sorry ass. And quit staring. I have something I want to tell you, to get your opinion.”

Dante stopped midstep, hand resting over his heart. “Wha-what? The brilliant, know-it-all Lady needs my advice?”

“Dante!” Lady stamped her foot, her heel clicking on the wood floor instead of the normal thud her boot would make. “I’m serious! For once, can you cut the crap?”

“Alright, alright.” He couldn’t help but chuckle as he raised his hand in surrender. “What’s got your probably sexy lace panties in a bunch?”

The woman remained silent for at least a full minute, bi color eyes staring anywhere except at her hunting partner. “Let me just preface this by saying I know it’s going to seem a little soon...”

Dante clapped his hand to his mouth. “You’re asking me to marry you?”

“Dante!”

“Okay, okay. Go on.”

She huffed and squeezed her clutch. He figured she was trying her hardest not to chuck it at his head. “You’re on the right topic, at least.” She sucked in a breath and finally met his gaze. “You remember that guy I started seeing, Nick? I brought him over for Christmas to meet all of you?”

Just hearing his name made him want to roll his eyes. His demon growled in jealousy, possessiveness, but he couldn’t fully blame his devil. He remembered that night clearly. How his mood had tanked all night, that loud, fake laughter he had to perform at the guy’s lame jokes to avoid Lady’s glares. Holding back every nasty comment about his clothes, his stature, his physique, his bland personality, how he didn’t treat Lady exactly how he felt she should be treated. The seventh bottle of whiskey he went through before pretending to be too drunk to function and escaping to his room to lick his wounds and fume.

“Sure. The dude who forbid you from talking to me when you first started...dating or whatever you want to call it.” His mind was so clouded by his jealousy, he didn’t put two and two together. “Figured you’d dump him for trying to pull that shit.”

“Dante, I talked to him. He backed off on that. He knows you’re my partner and that we’re close friends.” Another roll of her eyes. “But I didn’t come here to argue with you about this again. The thing is...I think he’s going to propose to me.”

Though he should have seen it coming, the news sank his heart to the pit of his stomach. It felt like his ribcage was closing around his lungs and trying to puncture them. “Would you say yes?” he croaked before he could stop himself. No, she couldn’t get married. Not to some bland idiot like this Nick guy. And Lady settling down? Starting a family? He couldn’t wrap his mind around it. She had always been the badass demon hunter to him. The beautiful, amazing, compassionate, irresistible demon hunter.

The question obviously caught her off guard as she blinked and stuttered over how to respond. “Well, yeah. Why wouldn’t I?”

Dante could list a million reasons. “I dunno...guess it just seems...sudden.”

“You think it’s too soon?” Her eyes shone as they pleaded with him for guidance. He was the last person she should have this conversation with, knowing his track record. Not to mention he suddenly felt like he needed to vomit on top of the dagger she had metaphorically shoved into him.

“I’m scared. Really. Me...married.” She laughed, a nervous sound he had never heard come from her. She almost always radiated confidence, and when she didn’t, he helped her build it back up. “But, I really want this. I love him. I’m comfortable with him, and you know that doesn’t ever happen. He accepts me, shitty past and all.”

A twist of the dagger. She loved him. She loved Nick. She didn’t love him. He swallowed the lump in his throat. Panic settled in and pumped his heart a million beats per second. Fight or flight instincts told him to bolt and bolt quick. But he stood rooted to the spot, eyes darting every which way as his mind processed some kind of response.

“Cool.” The aggravation in her expression told him that was the wrong response. “I mean...I’m uh, glad you found someone like that. If he makes you happy, I’m happy for you.”

A lie. A lie that tasted like the bitterest toxin. It wouldn’t kill him. That would be too merciful in that moment.

Lady’s expression softened, a smile lighting up her features. She threw her arms around him. “Thanks, Dante. It means a lot. Really.” She pulled away. “I need to get going. I’ll tell you how it goes if it happens.”

He swallowed hard. “Yeah,” he muttered as he back moved toward the door. “Later.”

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Dante slammed his glass back down on the wooden surface of the bar, signaling to the bartender that he needed his whiskey topped off. Bullseye was fairly empty, especially for a Friday night. The jukebox in the corner crooned out Motley Crue’s “Don’t Go Away Mad (Just Go Away)” over the occasional laughter and muted conversations of the few others around him. While on a normal night he would hardly pay the other patrons much attention, his mind was so entrenched in his memory of his meeting with Lady a few hours before that his general aloofness became complete distraction.

He brushed his fingers through his snowy locks. If someone asked what he felt in that moment, he wouldn’t know what to tell them because he couldn’t begin to pin his emotions for himself. He was angry, at her, at himself, at Nick. Crushed and broken hearted. He felt stupid. Jealous. Guilty because he knew he should be happy for her. Happy that she would be getting the life she secretly longed for—marriage, a family, stability—but he just couldn’t bring himself to even pretend to be happy. The more he tried, the more it hurt.

“Yo, Dante. Did you even hear me?”

Ice blue eyes snapped up to the bartender, an old friend named Frank. A shorter guy with cropped gray-peppered brown hair and a knowledge of liquor to impress even the most refined conisseurs. He claimed that Dante was the reason he was able to keep the place open. That and the fact that it was connected to a seedy strip club. “Sorry. Got a lot on my mind is all.” He swiped up his glass and took a long swig. The burn hardly bothered him anymore. He set the near empty glass back down and watched as Frank refilled the amber liquid.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you had woman problems. And not just the usual ‘they took my money again’ woman problems.”

“Well, ya ain’t far off the mark,” he sighed, spinning a coaster in his hands before tossing it back on the bar. “Lady might be getting hitched.”

“Well, good for her,” Frank said, ducking under the bar to grab another few beers for the two guys sitting at the end. “It’s about time she found someone. A few years ago, I would have bet all I have that the two of you would end up together.”

Though he tried to keep it from his face, he could tell by how Frank balked that he wasn’t successful. He drained the rest of his whiskey. “I don’t know. It’s just...weird. And he’s not right for her. He’s so...plain and normal.”

Frank shrugged. “Maybe that’s what she wants. You two don’t exactly lead the most normal lives.” He picked up a bottle whose rose-tinted glass twisted like a cyclone all the way up the neck. Some fancy, overpriced vodka by the look of it. He twisted the bottle around to examine the label. “Though it sounds to me like you do wish she was marrying you.”

Dante didn’t answer right away, and he avoided Frank’s accusing stare in favor of peering into his glass as if it had all the answers. “It’s just...” He breathed out a breath between a sigh and a huff, searching for the right words. “I’ve...been in love with her for a long time. I know I have. But, I know she could never see me that way, and it could never work out between us. I’ve known that for a long time but I still feel shitty about all this. Like I want to be happy for her, I should be happy for her, but I’m not and it feels selfish.”

He knew he was speaking a mile a minute, jumping from one thought to the next. But, since Frank had given him a chance, every thought he had over the past few hours spewed from his mouth faster than he could shoot his prized pistols. Had it not been for his chuckling, Dante would assume he hadn’t caught a lick of it.

“What’s so funny?” he barked, swigging the rest of his drink. “I’m a mess over here and all you can do is laugh at my dumb ass?”

“Well, you got that right: you’re definitely dumb.” Dante flipped the bartender off as he refilled his whiskey. “If you loved her, why the hell didn’t you just tell her?”

“It’s complicated.” He thought she hated him. He knew she could never truly love someone who was half the creature she sought to rid the world of. He assumed she wanted to keep their relationship as professional as possible. He was basically a manifestation of trash who thrived on sex, pizza, strawberry sundaes, booze, and killing demons. While she could defend herself, he had a glowing target on his back with incandescent arrows pointing at him and screaming, “SON OF THE TRAITOR, SPARDA.” Anyone he brought into his life would be put in danger, and he could never live with himself if something happened to her because he wasn’t there. He couldn’t let that happen again. He had been too weak, too young the first time. He wouldn’t let someone else be killed because of him or his heritage if he could help it.

“I doubt she feels the same,” he finally settled on. He stared down into the amber liquid in the glass. “I doubt she could feel the same. I’m a mess. She deserves better than me, anyway.”

But even I’m better than Nick.

Frank’s sigh raised his gaze again. “Well, if that’s how you feel. Never took you to be the type with confidence issues considering how often I see you leaving with a woman on your arm.” He topped Dante’s glass off one last time. “Give yourself time. You’ll sort out your shit and be back to normal before you know it.”

Dante nodded and finished off his drink. His chest still weighed a thousand pounds. “Thanks, Frank.” He tossed money on the bar with a generous tip. “I’ll see you around.”

He pushed open the door of the bar and headed out into the balmy evening air. He considered going next door to Love Planet. Watch some girls take their clothes off while slinging back shots that wouldn’t really affect him for at least another hour. Flirt with scantily clad waitresses and take one home. Drown his sorrow and self-pity the way she had for the last few decades. Pretend he had never spoken to Lady or that the conversation didn’t leave him feeling utterly idiotic and empty. But his feet had a different idea and lead him back to his door, the neon sign above bathing the area in a pink glow.

Inside, he flipped on the light and dragged his arms out of his coat. He tossed it on the hook and trudged over to the couch. He splayed out, feet jutting out over the edge and his arm dangling over the side. The fan spinning above him didn’t do much to ward off the night’s heat, but he hardly cared. His mind was too busy replaying Lady’s visit to fathom any discomfort.

His phone buzzed in his pocket and he drew it out. A text from Trish about a job for him tomorrow. One she no doubt felt was beneath her, so she pawned it off on him. His eye was drawn to the time. 2:17 in the morning. He hadn’t realized he had been out so long. Lady would be home by now, probably sharing her bed with Nick. He could see her wrapped in his arms as he fucked her, hear her moaning his name as her nails dug into his acne-covered back, a rock the size of her fist on her left hand.

He should tell her how he felt. Let it all out there. He could call her now and confess his love for her. Tell her it’s always been her he wanted. Her he wanted more than anything else in the world but he didn’t have the balls to tell her. He feared for her and feared that she couldn’t love him but he didn’t care about that anymore. He loved her, and no one could keep her safe better than him.

Before he knew what he was doing, he had scrolled through his few contacts and hit the green “call” button beneath Lady’s name. It rang twice. What was he doing? He wasn’t even drunk and he was acting like some idiot who got wasted and called his ex. He moved the phone from his ear and started to tap the “end” button when the ringing buzz ended, replaced but a soft but somehow beautiful sigh.

“Dante?” He hadn’t even placed the speaker back to his ear, frozen in place. Her voice was heavy with sleep; she had been out for a few hours. Maybe Nick wasn’t there after all. Maybe she told him no and sent him packing. His heart soared in a renewed hope for a second, unfreezing his stone limbs.

“Dante, if this is a joke, it isn’t funny. I’m trying to sleep.”

He placed the device back to his ear. “No, no. Don’t hang up.” He sucked in a breath as he heard the grumble of a male voice, jaw clenching as he made out something along the lines of, “are you kidding me? Hang up on him. It’s almost three in the morning, babe.”

Lady ignored him. For now. “Then, what do you want? Not all of us can survive on a few hours of sleep and naps throughout the day.”

“I...” He paused. He couldn’t tell her. Not with that fucker so close to her. Probably listening like the creep he was. “Can you come over?”

“Now? Seriously, Dante?” Her voice had softened, though, the sound soothing him. She could sense his distress. His voice lacked the bravado it normally possessed no matter how hard he tried to sound normal. “Can it wait until tomorrow?”

No, he had to do it now. If he waited, he would lose his nerve. “It’s urgent, Lady. I wouldn’t ask this of ya if it wasn’t important.”

Another sigh, the shift of springs. A protest from her bed mate. “Promise me it will be quick. I’ll be there soon.”

He clicked the phone off and returned it to his pocket. Common sense told him this whole thing was stupid. Ridiculous and juvenile. But he just...had to tell her. Get it off his chest. Maybe she felt the same after all. Maybe she had been waiting for him to tell her this after all these years because she didn’t know how to say it herself. Maybe he would ditch Nick and he his. Maybe...

He was getting ahead of himself. One step at a time. He needed to control his hopes, but, as the sound of a car parking up front and boots climbing the stairs reached his ears, he knew he was failing miserably at it. His heart beat picked up a hundred-fold as he stood up and watched her walk in the door.

“So, what’s so important that you had to drag me out of bed at two in the morning?” Her short, raven locks were disheveled from sleep, and she hadn’t bothered to change out of the shorts and tank top she wore to bed (though she did take the time to put on a bra, much to his dismay). She wore her usual boots, which to some would look horrendous, but to Dante, she looked like a goddess standing there. He was only snapped back to his mission when she yawned and raised her left hand to cover her mouth. The light glinted off the diamond and he swallowed a lump in his throat.

"There's something I gotta tell you. I needed to a long time ago but I was too chicken.” He studied her face as she quirked a brow in question. He rememorized every detail from the shape of her crimson and blue eyes, the pearlescent scar across her nose, the rosy tint of the full lips he longed to plant his on. He rested his hands on her shoulders.

“Lady...I...I love you.”

He couldn’t read her face in that moment. It flashed from surprise to confusion to annoyance and cycled through each emotion in rapid succession. Her lips parted and closed several times as she searched for the right words to say.

“W-what?”

“I love you.” He spoke more firmly this time. The words felt so natural. Tasted better than anything on his tongue. He felt drunk on the emotion in that moment, high on the decades old weight lifted from his shoulders.

“Dante...how? Why?” Before he could tighten his grip on her, she slipped away from him and took a few steps backward. His high crashed and burned as he saw unshed tears shine in her eyes. His heart felt heavy again, and his throat closed off. He felt as though his muscles would fail him at any second.

“Lady, I had to tell you. Finally get it off my chest. I’ve felt this way forever and--”

“No.” She held up her hand and shook her head. Her tears escaped her eyes and trailed down her cheeks. Her voice trembled. “No. No no. You can't do this to me, Dante. Not now.”

Lady stepped back to the door and his body lurched forward of its own accord. He wrapped his fingers around her wrist and held fast. “Please, Lady. Just hear me out. You mean the world to me and I wish I had told you sooner but-”

“But you had to wait until someone else showed up? Until I gave up on you and tried to start my life? A halfway normal life?”

He could feel his heart ripping itself to shreds as a mocking voice chanted, “You’re too late” over and over in his head. His grip slackened, and she took full advantage of it, ripping her hand from his grip. He swallowed and fought his own tears. Whoever would have thought a woman would ever make him feel so low or make him cry?

“Lady...”

“Save it, Dante.” She scoffed and swiped her hand beneath her eyes, over her cheeks, clearing them of tears. She coughed out a short laugh, the sound bitter and too high. “What did you expect to happen when I got here? That I would just give up everything and get with you?” Her hands balled into fists at her sides.

“I waited too long for you, Dante...I’m getting old. I couldn’t, wouldn’t wait forever.”

He was paralyzed. She was right. Had he really expected that? That this would end like a fairy tale? He knew better; his life was the exact opposite. How could he possibly expect a happy ending?

His emotions went into damage control mode. He went numb. He shut off his anger. His sadness. His regret. He was a monster, he reminded himself. Monsters didn’t love, and they certainly didn’t deserve love.

“You’re right.” He finally managed. He brushed his fingers through his hair and turned his back on her, ignoring her sniffle and choked sob. “I’m sorry for bringing you over here. Go get some sleep.”

Dante lowered himself on the couch and closed his eyes. “I gotta get to bed myself, anyway. Early job.” He fought the urge to open his eyes when he didn’t hear her move immediately. To run over and scoop her into his arms. To kiss her and beg her to be with him. Or at least not to hate him for being so stupid all these years and only just now getting the nerve to tell her. His fingers curled around the bottom of the couch to keep him latched to the leather cushions.

He heard her sigh, a shuddering sound. “Goodnight, Dante.”

Finally, boots cleared the rest of the wood floor to the door. He winced as it creaked open and clicked shut. Blue eyes opened to stare at the ceiling, filled with bitter tears. He felt as though everything in him had been sucked out of him, a mere shell lying abandoned on his couch. But the pain...he could still feel that. And it hurt worse than any sword thrust through his guts.

#lady #dante #dantexlady #sorta #devil may cry #dmc #fanfic

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rung-is-hung · 6 years ago

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tagged by @cyclone-light! Thanks darling!

1. best piece of writing you've ever read. can be a verse, a book, a chapter, a fanfic, poem, an internet shitpost or a video game quote, whatever. ready, set, go!

omg sweetheart ive read far too many things to remember and know....

2. what are you the most proud of?

hmmmmmmm well...i have a sylveon with perfect ivs named big daddy,thats just the first thing i thought of when reading the question

3. what was the biggest irl plotwist you witnessed or experienced? if none, name your favorite fictional plot twist

i honestly couldnt tell you,i dont know(sorry!)

4. how can mirrors be real if our eyes aren't real?

mind=blown!!! :000000

5. current song on repeat 24/7

FFXV's hellfire,i could listen to it all day for the next 1000 years and not get bored

6. what exactly about your favorite fictional character makes you the happiest?

i just hecking love the way he talks and interacts with people! 💖

7. what's the most random piece of trivia you know?

150 people are killed by coconuts every year

8. joke/meme/pun that genuinely made you laugh out loud

just about any dad joke/pun will get me laughing but my favorite joke has to be "this is coming along ricely" (while someone is making rice)

9. if you could gain PhD level knowledge in any field, what would it be?

anatomy,our bodies are the most interesting things ever!

and ill tag @ratchet-says-i-needed-that, @starscream7799, and @robotforest!

yo heres the questions

1.whats ur favorite video game?

2.whats your favourite thing about where you live?

3.if you met a genie and he only gave you one wish,what would you wish for?

4.what was ur favorite thing to do growing up?

5. we've all had weird phases,what was your weirdest phase?

6. what was the hardest subject for you in school?

7. whats your favourite food?

8. out of all your skills,which of them are you the most proud of?

9.something you spend way too much time thinking about?

#ey its an ask game thingy #i hope i did okay

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tokupedia · 8 years ago

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Kamen Rider 45th Anniversary File: The Expanded Universe

Any established and popular medium of entertainment have many franchises expand their world outside the canon of their shows and movies or could fit in if a little imagination is given, with Star Trek, Star Wars and Doctor Who being prime examples.

Kamen Rider itself is no stranger to this, as it has stories that do no fit into normal canon but make enjoyable extensions of those stories or possibly could with that aforementioned imagination. The latter is possibly true if the people writing it are from the shows themselves, but a grain of salt must be taken as things, events or people might not match up properly to the source or outright be disregarded.

Manga

First and foremost is Manga, the medium the series was born from by way its creator being a manga writer and artist.

Kamen Rider Spirits was already discussed and it got its own file...due to how massively long the book is now.

There are original stories such as 7 Riders Showdown, which from what data we have gathered is a WEIRD one: Basically, the Legendary 7 and Tackle battle General Shadow and Black Satan who plot to destroy the world by summoning Daimajin using King Kong and several famous giant landmarks

These famous landmarks and the 8th Wonder of the World are then used to attack the Kamen Riders!

At one point, Kamen Rider 1 battles the Statue of Liberty and later the Legendary Seven battle a sentient Great Sphinx of Giza! (Because Comics!)

However it is sadly not canon due to Tackle being christened by her seniors as “the 8th Kamen Rider” (This was before her death was planned in the Stronger TV show so that was not going to stick).

There is also the re-imagining of a series with Kamen Rider Kuuga, which tries to re-work certain events in the TV show or make brand new ones such as having the Agitos appear in Kuuga’s story and seeing the development of the G-Series exosuits with Kamen Rider G1. The story features more gore and violence than even the TV show would allow. (Based on scant images found in the search engines and HERO trailers)

Sometimes the manga previewed what was to come, but not in the detail the shows would go to and be drastically different. A prime example would be the original Kamen Rider manga, as it starts out the same as the TV series but then deviates.

Both the Kamen Rider ZX manga and the Kamen Rider Shin manga came before their respective special/movie. In the case of ZX, his manga came a full two years before his TV special and a radio drama aired with yet more adventures of the daring ninja Rider.

(Sorry, not much data on the Shin or ZX ones other than that yet, I can’t even find the ISBNs! The internet just tells me “It exists”. One of the pitfalls of older mangas of the pre-internet age.)

That time RX met ZO in the mid-1990s thanks to the creator of Beyblade. (No, really)

Then there are adventures that are not canon in any regard, such as the secret origin of Kazuya Taki as Kamen Rider 3 or Hiroshi Tachikawa as the one-shot secondary Rider of Kamen Rider Black (and the only Kamen Rider to wear a leather biker jacket!). There is also the unauthorized Hybrid Insector, which due to legal issues with Toei cannot be published (outside of Comiket).

(Hibiki and the Seven Senki manga)

Lastly, we have adaptations of the Movies. Some are straight adaptations while other serve as a “Director’s Cut” unto themselves with small or major changes to the story making it a new experience. For example, in the All Rider vs. Dai-Shocker manga, Tsukasa Kadoya isn’t really the Great Leader, just a tool that the villains used to carry out their plans and Decade openly rejects them and does not go all evil. Also, no cameo from Double, so that’s kind of a bummer.

Novels

(The 1994 Kamen Rider J novel adaptation written by Shozo Uehara and Shotaro Ishinomori. It expands the story of the movie by giving the details left out of the main plot. It is also very rare and difficult to get a hold of. ISBN #: 978-4094401028 )

Books are written about the series, with the most recent being the Heisei Novel book series. The Heisei novels have alternate reality story versions of Riders or extra “Episode” stories written by the staff of specific series. Some of them are actually canon, as they explain details left out of the show or continue the stories of a hero or villain.

For example, the Double Novel is set in-between episodes 32 and 33 and shows how Phillip got his Lost Driver as well as the first appearance of Kamen Rider Cyclone.

An example of an alternate story is the Decade Novel, as it reveals that Narutaki...is a demonic red vampire who wants to suck the blood/energy of the 9 Kamen Riders. (Yeah, this was edited by Inoue so that makes absolutely no sense). One cool one is the Hibiki novel, which is set in an alternate Sengoku era and has the Hibiki of that world team up with Henshin Ninja Arashi!

Not all of them are fun though, Kamen Rider Faiz Seiden: Deformed Flowers is a novel the western fandom hates for introducing the dark subject of rape. To be more specific, the rape of Mari Sonada at the hands of Masato Kusaka aka Kamen Rider Kaixa. Not just any rape mind you, underage rape as Mari is a 16 year old girl in the series. (Yes, I know about the legality of consent in Japan but it’s still wrong). Inoue really wanted to push the idea Masato was an irredeemable monster. Thankfully, this kind of thing NEVER showed up again in the franchise as some saw it in poor taste.

SIC HERO SAGA

S.I.C. Hero Saga is a diorama story that uses figurines, sets and text to tell a story. They are a segment featured in Monthly Hobby Japan Magazine. All sorts of wild and crazy stuff happens in these stories and feature designs by Takayuki Takeya. Some stories are re-imaginings of events in a specific series or film while others are original ideas such as a Blade story where Garren and Leangle obtain King Forms or a story where Yusuke Onodera reveals that Garo is a TV show in the Kamen Rider Universe!

(An in-joke reference to Masahiro Inoue as the villain of the sixth Garo season and Mr. Takeya is the character designer of the Horrors on that show)

We also get original Riders and cool ideas such as...

Kamen Rider Rebirth

Kamen Rider Gaim Natsumikan Arms

Shocker OOO

Kamen Rider G1

Shotaro Ishinomori as Kamen Rider Double’s right half

Kamen Rider Ouja Survive

Kamen Rider Ryuga Survive

Final Form Ride: OOO- OOO Armor

Final Form Ride: Stronger - Strong Zecter

And many more!

Video Games

Most video games in the franchise are basic and lack a story (a good portion of them are fighting games in terms of console games).

But the most interesting are the ones that try to tell a story to go with the gameplay. The Battride War Series centers around the Riders having a new force challenge them in different ways from an agent of Foundation X abducting them and wiping their memories to Shadow Moon reviving and trying to erase all Kamen Riders from time out of revenge.

The All Kamen Rider Series has the Riders being abducted by some malevolent force for the purpose of an experiment or the heroes need to stop a great threat that has revived their old adversaries.

Lastly, there is Kamen Rider: Seigi no Keifu , a crossover between Agito, Black, V3 and 1 and 2. An evil alien force joins with Shocker and opens distortions in time in a plot to bring the future and the past together so it can absorb the stone of the Century King to become all powerful. It is up to Kamen Riders from 4 different points in time to defeat those allied with the alien and save the world by destroying the extraterrestrial menace.

Hyper Battle Videos

Hyper Battle Videos are exclusive “bonus episodes” of the series that have no continuity with the main show (At least until recently with Drive and Ghost which had references to past events or the trinket of the video showing up again). They are silly at times and non-sensical, sometimes in contrast to the original show it is from. The main draw of these videos are the original power ups, gear and finishers the Riders pull off in the video.

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(A montage of finishers and forms seen in this direct to video series up to Ghost.) *apologies if this no longer works*

Stage Shows

Stage shows are the hardest to cover as they are not well documented after a certain time period. The basis is that in a theme park, mall or stadium, a theatrical performance is shown featuring the Kamen Riders. The stories are original and sometime feature audience participation (ex. cheering on the heroes). There are also original Riders and villains that appear such as the evil Kamen Rider Maja. Sometimes, the Riders will get help from other superheroes such as Sentai Rangers, Metal Heroes or even Kikaider or some other hero!

Some Stage shows serve as a “Final Episode” to a show and are canon, though that is somewhat rare. Special stage shows feature the actors playing the roles themselves live, while others were staged with pre-recorded voices. Some even feature interviews with the cast to a live audience and special performances by artists who sing the theme songs or the cast themselves singing.

One of them was the first full musical of Kamen Rider:

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And with that, I wish you Arigatou for reading and see you next file!

#kamen rider #45th anniversary #expanded universe #stage shows #video games #books #manga #hyper battle video #sic hero saga

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christenpressing · 8 years ago

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you should do all 154 questions

“were you just trying to be annoying” -me

“yes, but I still want you to answer them” -camryn

1: Name- Julia

2: Age- 16

3: 3 Fears- heights, loneliness, failure

4: 3 things I love- horses, soccer, writing

5: 4 turn ons- passion, honesty, eyes, hair

6: 4 turn offs- egotistic, boasting, slob, straw hats

7: My best friend- @vanillabeanniall

8: Sexual orientation- gay af

9: My best first date- my only first date was when I went to panera bread

10: How tall am I- 5′6″ (”not” -Vasi)

11: What do I miss- playing soccer and @fantomedulivre

12: What time was I born- sometime in the morning idk

13: Favourite color- pastel pink

14: Do I have a crush- if you count the person I’m dating, then yeah

15: Favourite quote- she believed she could, so she did

16: Favourite place- the barn

17: Favourite food- mac n cheese

18: Do I use sarcasm- sarcasm? me? never

19: What am I listening to right now- “Vasi reading all my answers and laughing at me” -Vasi

20: First thing I notice in new person- their tone of voice

21: Shoe size- 9 (“big. then you put the smirking emoji in cause, you know, you’ve got a big dick.” -Vasi”)

22: Eye color- brown

23: Hair color- brown

24: Favourite style of clothing- athletic

25: Ever done a prank call?- I’ve witnessed a few but I’ve never done one myself

27: Meaning behind my URL- I love the uswnt and fifth harmony the end

28: Favourite movie- “The Lorax” but only with Grandma Norma (aka the only good parts)

29: Favourite song- Miss Movin On by 5H

30: Favourite band- Fifth Harmony

31: How I feel right now- amused (by Vasi, specifically)

32: Someone I love- Coach Crain

33: My current relationship status- taken

34: My relationship with my parents- I’m really close with my mom, but I still have good relationship with my dad

35: Favourite holiday- Christmas

36: Tattoos and piercing i have- I have my ears pierced

37: Tattoos and piercing i want- I want a tattoo of the female sign but a heart instead of the circle

38: The reason I joined Tumblr- Caylee told me to

39: Do I and my last ex hate each other?- yes

40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts?- yes (thanks @kellexohara) update: vasi just sent me a text saying “good morning bitch”

41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted?- no (it was @atypicaltomato)

42: When did I last hold hands?- Vasi pulls me by my hands a lot “because I’m slow”

43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning?- like thirty minutes

44: Have you shaved your legs in the past three days?- I shaved them last night

45: Where am I right now?- in creative writing class at school

46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me?- my sister probably and maybe Vasi if she’d feeling nice enough

47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level?- reasonable

48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad?- I’m a child

49: Am I excited for anything?- for this week to be over

50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to?- @nowickipedia

51: How often do I wear a fake smile?- ALL THE TIME

52: When was the last time I hugged someone?- yesterday probably

53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me?- I would run away cause I avoid her at all costs

54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not?- myself

55: What is something I disliked about today?- I HAVE SO MUCH WORK TO DO

56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?- Christen Press

57: What do I think about most?- the future

58: What’s my strangest talent?- “being a fuckin nerd” -Vasi “That’s not a strange talent. Lots of people are fuckin nerds” -me

59: Do I have any strange phobias?- no

60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?- behind

61: What was the last lie I told?- that I don’t know about my last lie

62: Do I perfer talking on the phone or video chatting online?- video chat

63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens?- both

64: Do I believe in magic?- no

65: Do I believe in luck?- yes

66: What’s the weather like right now?- cloudy and 73 degrees

67: What was the last book I’ve read?- The Inferno

68: Do I like the smell of gasoline?- no

69: Do I have any nicknames?- jj, jules, the wife, princess, “jack and the beanstalk” -Vasi

70: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had?- I sprained my ankle playing soccer

71: Do I spend money or save it?- save it

72: Can I touch my nose with my tounge?- no

73: Is there anything pink in 10 feet from me?- my pen and some girl’s shirt (Vasi says the shirt is red and it probably is cause I’m low key colorblind)

74: Favourite animal?- horse

75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM?- working on english homework

76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is?- Smith

77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it?- Top Down by 5H

78: How can you win my heart?- by being nice and honest

79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone?- Alex Morgan is the offsides queen

80: What is my favorite word?- iconic

81: My top 5 blogs on tumblr- @vanillabeanniall @kellexohara @alexa-gamboa @christenpressure @tobogganssmile

82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say?- it’s britney, bitch

83: Do I have any relatives in jail?- no

84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power?- teleportation

85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on?- What are your scars from?

86: What is my current desktop picture?- Christen Press holding two soccer balls

87: Had sex?- no

88: Bought condoms?- no

89: Gotten pregnant?- no

90: Failed a class?- no

91: Kissed a boy?- no

92: Kissed a girl?- yes

93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain?- no, but I’d like to

94: Had a job?- no

95: Left the house without my wallet?- yes

96: Bullied someone on the internet?- no

97: Had sex in public?- no

98: Played on a sports team?- I played on a soccer team named the Cyclones for ten years

99: Smoked weed?- no

100: Did drugs?- no

101: Smoked cigarettes?- no

102: Drank alcohol?- in moderation

103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan?- no

104: Been overweight?- no

105: Been underweight?- yes

106: Been to a wedding?- yes

107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight?- probably

108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight?- I once watched six hours worth of Bob’s Burgers with Vasi

109: Been outside my home country?- I’ve been to Jamaica, Mexico, and the Bahamas

110: Gotten my heart broken?- no

111: Been to a professional sports game?- I’ve been to a few football games, the 2016 nwsl championship, and a uswnt victory tour game. I’m going to the friendly against Russia on April 9th

112: Broken a bone?- no

114: Been to prom?- no

115: Been in airplane?- too many times

116: Fly by helicopter?- no

117: What concerts have I been to?- Train, Pink, Shania Twain, Idina Menzel, Kelly Clarkson/Pentatonix, and Fifth Harmony. I’m also going to Ariana Grande/Little Mix in April

118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex?- so many

119: Learned another language?- Soy en la clase de español tres

120: Wore make up?- only for horse shows

121: Lost my virginity before I was 18?- no

122: Had oral sex?- no

123: Dyed my hair?- I dyed the ends red in 7th grade

124: Voted in a presidential election?- IM A CHILD

125: Rode in an ambulance?- no

126: Had a surgery?- yes

127: Met someone famous?- Alex Morgan and Kealia Ohai

128: Stalked someone on a social network?- who doesn’t

129: Peed outside?- when I was little out at the barn

130: Been fishing?- I used to go with my grandpa a lot

131: Helped with charity?- no

132: Been rejected by a crush?- yes

133: Broken a mirror?- I don’t think so?

134: What do I want for birthday?- a ticket to Okinawa

135: How many kids do I want and what will be their names?- a daughter and I like the names Jessica, Olivia, and Lucy

136: Was I named after anyone?- no

137: Do I like my handwriting?- I love it

138: What was my favourite toy as a child?- my little ponies (the classic ones though)

139: Favourite Tv Show?- Girl Meets World, Parks and Rec, Brooklyn Nine-Nine

140: Where do I want to live when older?- Portland, Oregon

141: Play any musical instrument?- I used to play trombone

142: One of my scars, how did I get it?- I got one from playing soccer on artificial turf

143: Favourite pizza topping?- just cheese

144: Am I afraid of the dark?- no

145: Am I afraid of heights?- yes

146: Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad?- nothing that bad

147: Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?- every chemistry test ever

148: What I’m really bad at- chemistry

149: What my greatest achievements are- I’m a three time national champion for horses

150: The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me- everything ***** said to Vasi and it applies to me too because I love her

151: What I’d do if I won in a lottery- save it

152: What do I like about myself- I’m not lazy and work hard at everything I do

153: My closest Tumblr friend- I have no friends (the closest would be @kellexohara but she’s my girlfriend so I don’t think it counts)

154: Something I fantasise about- the future

#asks

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