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stormy-skies-falling · 3 years ago

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Hellooo was wondering if you're currently taking requests?

If no just ignore it but if yes...

Could I ask for c!techno x reader (she/her or they them) in which they're good friends and Techno has a crush on the reader but thinks he's unworthy the readers love so when she starts talking about other people (like George, Wilbur, Sam (whoever you're comfortable writing about in suggested romantic context)), he tries to set her up on date with them but he never realizes that the reader actually has a crush on him and since he was setting her up with others, the reader thinks techno doesn't like her that way. Once she comes back from a date and she starts telling techno about it, she kinda ends up heavily hinting at how she'd prefer to spend her time with Techno instead and it finally clicks for them both that they love each other (basically one big mix up with fluff ending) :)

ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕖 𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕙 𝕤𝕠 𝕠𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤?

about: Technoblade, Wilbur Soot, Tommyinnit

warning(s): two painfully oblivious idiots, tommy, there might be swearing (I don't feel like looking for it so... :D), fluff

pronouns: none specified

word count: 3.1k

note: This took me a lot longer than I thought, but I did it so hooray! But yes, request are open and I do have to say that writing about two oblivious people is extremely fun! Anywho, enjoy! Kisses! <3

It’s a crisp morning on the SMP: the birds are chirping, the leaves gently rustle in the early breeze, and the sun meekly peeks out from behind the mountains; it too wakes up for the start of the new day.

The daily walk from my house to Techno’s was the same as always: brisk, annoying, and right before the sun rose. Arriving at his house, I meander up to the front porch and proceed to enter the house, not bothering to knock. I’ve done this enough times that it would truly be unnecessary.

I have been friends with Techno for as long as I can remember. Always attached at the hip— rarely one of us without the other. And ever since we were small, it has been a custom for me to come over every morning to have breakfast with him and his family. Still not sure how Phil is okay with it, but I guess his sons don’t give him much of a choice. Speaking of his sons, along with Techno, I have become good friends with Wilbur and Tommy (I’ve been coming to their house everyday for over a decade, I’d kinda hope so). So by me coming over every morning and us practically spending all our time with one another has made our friendship increasingly strong. A friendship I value more than anything… a friendship.

Along with being friends with Techno for all these years, as annoying as it is, I have fallen in love with him. That wonderful burst of emotions that is painfully one-sided… Oh the joy. It’s one of those I'm-like-deeply-in-love-with-you-to-the-point-that-it-hurts-and-I-just–know-you-don't-feel- the-same-way-because-I-just-do-yes-that’s-a-valid-reason-get-off-my-back-Phil kinds of things. Oh so fun— and convenient!

The thing about Techo is he’s not someone who likes to share what he’s feeling. Really the only times you can have a share-circle/share-line with him is when something’s really eating him up to the point where he can’t function or if he’s drunk and neither happens too often, so the man’s a closed book. Thankfully, being friends with him for all these years helps you get to know the little things he does when he has something on his mind or if he’s nervous: for example, when he’s nervous he does this ear-nose twitch thing where his nose will scrunch-unscrunch really quickly and directly following that, he ears will kinda do this flap-twitch thing… yeah. But in the end, Techno ends up telling me anyway, just like I tell him everything, just takes him a bit more time is all.

Shedding off my coat onto one of the coat hooks, I make my way into the living room/kitchen/dining room… It's fine. The log-cabin-esque room gives off that cozy and safe feeling, automatically relaxing anyone that enters. The old couch in the center of the room, coffee table in front of it, the old-worn chair, the dining room/kitchen table, the single step stool weirdly positioned in the middle of the hallway the the bedrooms, all radiate the many memories I’ve shared with the SBI men. The long talks, the drunk singing, the wonderful moments I’ve had here— being a part of this family— is something I wouldn't trade for anything. It’s something I wouldn’t even trade for requited feelings, not if it means not having this.

“G’morning Y/n.” A voice interrupts my thoughts.

I turn around to see a groggy Wilbur, slowly shuffle out into the room.

“Lost in your thoughts already, thinking about me I presume.” Wilbur jokes, walking over to the stop to put on some tea.

“When don’t I.” I laugh with a roll of my eyes.

I walk over to the dining room table and pull out one of the chairs. Sitting down I shift myself so I face Wilbur.

“What are you doing up this early? You’re usually the last one up.” I ask, getting comfortable in my chair.

“Well,” —Wilbur opens the cupboard and grabs two mugs— “last night I had a little bit of an epiphany and I couldn’t really get much sleep because of it, so I just stopped fighting staying awake and I knew you were most likely were gonna be here and—”

“Wilbur,” I interrupt. “You’re rambling.”

“Sorry.” He says bashfully, finishing up preparing us tea. “I just wanted to hang out with you a little bit this morning.” Finishing up the tea, Wilbur’s face is now a bright pink.

“Oh, okay.” I shrug as Wilbur brings over the tea.

He sets down my cup and pulls out the chair next to me. Sitting down with his cup in hand he situates his legs criss-cross-applesauce, facing me.

“So,” Wilbur starts. “What do you think about picnics?”

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Now midday, Techno and I are doing our normal routine: gathering and chopping wood for Phil, working in the garden, and practicing archery. Although, Techno has been acting weirder than usual, he’s being quiet, almost too quiet.

“Everything good Tech?” I ask, leaning against my ax.

Swinging particularly hard, Techno manages to chop down the tree he was working on, in one powerful hit.

“Of course, why wouldn’t everything be fine?” He says with a grunt, picking up the trunk and dragging it over to the cleared space.

“Well, I don’t know.” I begin, scuffing my feet on the ground under me, looking at my feet. “You’re just quieter than usual.” I kick up my ax and swing it onto my shoulder, making my way towards him to help cut the tree into chunks.

“Just worrying about what’s going on with Dream and all that.”

“Oh… okay.” I say, not quite believing him, but I mean it’s Dream, so... The thing is, I may or may not secretly wish that he was upset about Wilbur and I’s date. Why am I like this? Why, just why?

“Wait, what’s going on with Dream?” I ask, finally getting back to my senses.

“Oh there just something about disks, not sure, it was just a rumor from Phil’s crows. Nothing definitive.” He shrugs, getting back to chopping the wood.

“Hmm, probably nothing to worry about.” I say, grabbing a couple chopped logs and bring them over to the chopping block where I can chop them smaller.

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Finally finished with the chores for the day, Techno and I make our way back to the house in silence. The walk was tense, not our normal stress free and light feeling. Something else is up.

“Hey—”

“You know I was the one to convince Wilbur to take you on that date.” Techno interrupts, making me stop in my tracks.

Techno stops too, turning to face me.

“Really?” —I start walking again, Techno follows— “Why is that?”

“He just seemed to like you and you two get along so well I thought it would be, you know.”

“We get along well.” I mumble to myself.

“What?”

“Anyway, it’s getting late.” Techno notes as we proceed onto the front porch. “You should probably get around, you smell like wood chips and sweat.” He says, scrunching his nose and opening the front door for me.

I roll my eyes and enter the house. Meeting us on the couch is none other than the infamous Tommy.

“I heard someone’s finally going on a date!” Tommy says making kissy sounds, causing me to roll my eyes and flip him off. “So when did Techno finally get the balls to ask you.”

I choke on my spit causing me to erupt into a fit of coughs. Techno seems to be having a similar problem, but instead of practically dying he’s giving Tommy a look that could kill.

“No, I uh, I’m going on a date with Will.” I say, finally catching my breath.

“Oh.” Tommy says, looking bored and begins to twiddle his thumbs. “Why—”

“Alright, I think that’s enough of that Tommy, why don’t you go bother Phil or Tubbo or literally anyone else.” Techno says, picking up Tommy by his shoulders and shoving him out of the room.

“YOU’RE JUST MAD BECAUSE I—” Tommy’s declaration is cut off by his own scream and the sound of a slamming door.

“What was that all about?” Wilbur says, walking out into the living room where I was situated.

“Just Tommy being Tommy, you know, the usual.” I say with a shake of my head.

“Oh I know very well.” he laughs. “So, are you about ready to get going?” Wilbur asks, walking over to the kitchen table where a picnic basket sits.

“Well, I didn’t shower yet.” I say, gesturing to my sweaty frame.

“Y/n,” Wilbur starts. “I have known you for how long?” He deadpans, picking up the basket and walks over towards me. “And besides, I live with Tommy for crying out loud.”

“Fair point. Alright, well I’m ready then.” I shrug.

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The walk to the picnic spot was fairly short, but truly beautiful: we had taken the scenic path from the house through the nearby woods. The same woods where Techno and I chop wood almost everyday— I have to stop thinking about him, especially now that I’m on a date with his brother… Anyway, the path from the woods led to the open meadow where the SBI boys and I would always go to relax. The meadow was full of wild flowers and held just a few trees. One tree in particular, was situated at the highest point of the meadow’s rolling hills: a large and shady tree that’s spot overlooked a small lake— one that reflected the sun during the sunset giving off an enchanting glow.

Upon our arrival, Wilbur got to work right away, laying out the blanket towards the base of The Tree and setting out the food he had made. He must’ve put a lot of effort into this, as simple as it is. That’s why I agreed to this date in the first place: I figured as much that getting anywhere with Techno probably isn’t going to happen anytime soon and Wilbur’s such a sweet guy… Why not give it a go?

The sun has started to set, Wilbur and I have just finished our small dinner, and now we’re leaning against the tree, sitting shoulder to shoulder.

“This is nice.” Wilbur says, turning his head to face me, I do the same at the sound of his voice.

“Yeah, it is.” I reply, trying to hide the slight sadness that I’m feeling. It just doesn’t feel the same. “I’m glad you brought me up here.” I say sincerely.

I really am glad that Wilbur brought me up here, one way or another, it’s truly a pleasure to get to know him more— intentions of taking this further or not.

Wilbur and I keep each other's gaze. Wilbur stares deeply into my eyes, as if he’s searching for something and with a small sigh he looks back toward the sunset.

“You know,” Wilbur starts, face painted with a bit of sadness but filled with understanding “I always thought that there could maybe be a chance that we would end up together, you know.” —He shifts his focus from the view in front of us to me— “Granted you are a bit older than I am, but I remember practically worshiping that ground you walked on, when I was young. Not that I don’t now, but it’s more of a respect thing than anything else…” He trails off. “That's not the point,” he mumbles with a shake of his head. “I just… your heart’s always been with Techno, it’ll probably always be with Techno and as disappointing as it is for me, it just makes sense— you and him.”

I look at him in awe of his declaration, a loss for words.

“He loves you too, you know.” Wilbur says softly, tilting his head towards me.

“W-what?” I stammer.

“You haven’t noticed?” —He looks at me in disbelief— “Have you not seen the way he looks at you, or talks to you, or even acts around you?”

“I-I he… huh?”

“Wow, the two of you are dense.” He says, shaking his head and continues to look at me in disbelief. “Welp,—” he stands up and brushes off his pants— “It’s getting late and I think you two need to have a heart to heart.” Wilbur states, extending a hand towards my confused form.

I take his hand and he pulls me up in one fluid motion making me stumble lightly. Gaining my balance, I let go of Wilbur’s hand and brush off my pants.

After gathering the picnic supplies, we make our way back towards the house. The walk was more relaxing than before, less confusing: all feelings were out on the table, Wilbur and my friendship is as solid as ever, and my brain isn’t full of that lovely cognitive dissonance that made me want to either curl up in a dark corner or hit something. The only thing still resonating in my mind is the fact that Wilbur said that Techno is in love with me— there’s no way… guess I’ll find out.

Wilbur had gone into the house around five minutes ago. We exchanged hugs before he went inside and he made me promise that Techno and I would —and I quote— “get over ourselves and finally declare our undying love for one another.”

I have come over to this house almost everyday for almost fifteen years and it has never felt like this. I’ve never felt this level of anxiety or fear of the unknown when entering this house. It’s not like it’s necessarily a bad feeling or anything— it’s just strange— something I’ve wanted for so long, so close, but to also have the possibility that Wilbur’s wrong, that he’s just reading into it.

“Are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna come inside?” My focus shifts from my thoughts to the man in front of me, the one and only Technoblade to be exact.

Techno stands tall in the doorway with his arms crossed, his head leaning against the frame. To anyone else he would look calm— peaceful even— but if you just look close enough, you can see the turmoil swimming in his eyes.

“Y-yeah, of course.” I stutter, brushing past him as I enter the house.

I take off my shoes and shrug off my coat, placing both items in their respective places by the door. Closing the front door, Techno makes his way to the living room, plopping down on the couch. After taking a deep breath, I follow suit, sitting on the opposite end of the couch… not suspicious at all.

“So…” I trail off looking down at my hands in my lap. “We have a few things to talk about.” I state, sitting up straighter.

“We do?” Techno asks, shifting in his seat.

“Yes, we do.” —I take a deep breath in the attempt to collect my thoughts— “So Wilbur and my date… was something.”

“Oh? W-was it fun?” I look up in surprise from my hands to attempt to meet his eyes.

Techno? Stuttering? Since when?

“”Yeah, yeah it was.” You could cut the tension with a knife. “I had a good time, fun person to hang out with.”

“He is, he is.”

Okay this is getting painful.

“But… he’s not necessarily the person I would want to hang out with… in that sort of way.” This catches his attention.

“Really? I thought that you were interested in him.” Now this catches my attention.

“Well I mean, I love Wilbur and all but not in that way…” Here we go. “Not in the way I love you.” I confess.

If I would have waited any longer to do this, I would have either exploded or talked myself out of it and neither would be very helpful.

“You what?” Techno asks, shifting closer to me.

“I love you.” I say a bit more confidently, sliding closer to himl.

“Like in a friend way?”

I give him a blank stare.

“No,” I shake my head with a laugh. “I’m in love with you in a way that allows me to be vulnerable around you— it’s a good thing, don’t worry.” — our knees are now pressed together. I take his hands in mine, checking his face to make sure that it’s okay. He nods head “yes” and indicates for me to continue— “It’s one of those things that can be like physically painful at times, especially when something like this is unrequited—”

“Wait,” Techno interrupts. “Who said that this was unrequited?”

“I’m sorry, what?” I ask, my eyes going wide.

“You didn’t know?”

“Huh?” I think I’m having a stroke, can’t smell burnt toast but there’s a first time for everything.

“Y/n, how are we both so oblivious?” Techno says with a laugh, smile shining bright. “Y/n, I’m in love with you. I have been for years!”

We both laugh in disbelief. We have both been in love with each other for years and neither of us had any idea!

“Wait, but what about that date with Wilbur? Didn’t you set that up?” I ask.

“Well that was when I thought you liked Wilbur. I kinda just gave up at that point, he seemed better for you anyway. I mean, he’s not afraid to say what he’s afraid of or what’s bothering him and stuff like that.” Techno explains, avoiding my gaze.

“Techno,” I start, ducking my head to meet his eyes. “I’ve been friends with you for years, do you really think that matters that much to me at this point? I mean, you end up telling me eventually anyway, just takes you a bit longer, that’s all. There’s nothing wrong with that.” I reassure and he visibly relaxes, rubbing his thumb over my knuckles.

The mood shifts: it gets calmer, more understanding and less like a jumbled mess of emotions.

Hands still interlocked, Techno’s graze flicks from my eyes, down to my lips, then back up again. We gravitate towards one another, our bodies getting increasingly closer.

“Can I kiss you?” Techno whispers, our foreheads now touching.

“I don’t know? Can you?” I smile, noses bumping.

“Oh, come here.” Techno laughs, closing the distance between us.

The feeling is exactly how I thought it would be. The kiss is slow. It’s like a dance, one that hasn’t been explored, but just feels right. Our bodies are turned towards the other’s, blocking out the rest of the world. It’s just him and I. Techno lets go of one of my hands and cups my cheek, tilting my head up, deepening the kiss.

“FINALLY!” Techno and I pull away from each other, still in a love-struck daze, but now confusion has been thrown into the pool of emotions.

We look at each other confused then shift our focus towards the origin of the sound. And lo and behold, there stands Tommy in all his giddy glory.

#technoblade x reader #technoblade imagine #dsmp imagine #dsmp x reader #mcyt imagine #mcyt x reader #storm's requests #stormy-skies

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tsuki-sennin · 2 years ago

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C'mon! Ra-Ra-Rabbit! C'mon! Ra-Ra-Rabbit! C'mon! Ra-Ra-Rabbit!

Buddy Up! Laughing, Crying, Analyzing, Ending! Kamen Rider! Revi! Vice! Revice Final Episode!

The end is nigh for Kamen Rider Revice! And I'd like to take this time to say "thank you". Seriously, I hope that my liveblogging, as scattered, unfocused, and disjointed as it may have been, helped liven up your day, even a little bit. This is all for fun, obviously, but Kamen Rider Revice has been there for me all throughout this year, and as flawed as it might be, writing about it has been both very fun and a great anchor to keep myself grounded; and knowing that even a few people were interested in what I had to say about this show is honestly incredibly humbling.

If you happen to be interested in creative content from me, please check out @tsuki-sennin-creations, my personal creative blog that I got started a few weeks ago. There's not much there yet and it's hardly, but I've got plenty of projects in the works that I hope you'll be interested. Some of them Kamen Rider related, some of them not, but I hope they'll be of interest to you.

Alright, I've put it off long enough! Say it with me now... Spoilers, I guess~!

-Ah right, Ikki's about to forget about Vice.

-...and again, I sure hope that the chaos Vice caused was staged because if not, Ikki's reputation might go down the drain.

-AND SAKURA'S STILL HOLDING THE KETCHUP BOTTLE GIRL WYD

-Ooooooh, Cross Counter Kick!

-"It wasn't make believe" :(

-LOVE-CHAN

-FUCK

-It's okay Lovekov. We all done fucked up.

-:(

-NO DON'T LIVEDEVIL ME

-ARE WE STILL FIGHTING

-Refreshing. Like a long hot bath after a cold day.

-Going all out for Round 2!

-Ohhh, that brief glimpse of them untransformed was super cool.

-Awwww... bath time.

-New song, huh?

-Going back into Ikki by means of terminating the contract.

-Man...

-What a real nasty demon.

-Bon-kun :)

-Everybody's here :)

-This feels like less of an all-out brawl and more of one last day of playtime before a friend moves away. ...it's actually kinda moving in a weird way.

-"Kick his ass, Vice!" Love-chan craves blood.

-Gotta let go of some things eventually, huh?

-Awwww, Genome changing :)

-Ooooooh, fightin' dirty with Remixes, huh?

-OH GODDAMMIT

-You bastards had to sneak it in there, huh? Motherfuckers! Was that the plan all along!? To lure me into a false sense of security and crop-dust me?

-Man...

-We're truly going through them all, huh?

-Oh hey, Ptera Remix.

-We didn't even get to the midseason forms :(

-Man...

-Not goodbye.

-I am you... you are me...

-"I'm gonna remember you... whatever it takes..." :(

-Sayonara... Vice... :(

-Man...

-The fam :)

-There they be.

-Man...

-Been a few months, huh?

-Vice Duck?

-"Revolting?!"

-Blue Bird! With Dai-chan!

-Awww :)

-Trying all over again.

-Hana-chan... Tamaki-san... Even Hiromicchi!

-Kagerou :)

-We deed it.

-Smile :)

-Awwwww, Lovechan :)

-Hello, Hikaru-kun!

-You seem like you're doing pretty good for yourself.

-Gotta study.

-Dr. Sakura Igarashi.

-Muteki da!

-Ahhhh, Mama!

-"Haaaaaaaaaaaaa, get fuuuuuuuucked!"

-Makoto Hatsushiba, stuck in jail.

-"So, want some 'help', huh George?"

-Let's go, George.

-He took his cool rock back :)

-Ayyyyyy, Ikki doin' soccer again!

-Oh hey, it's Kimura.

-Epic.

-That's what every Kamen Rider longs for, huh? No longer being needed, but able to live a normal and happy life with friends and family even beyond the reach of those hardships.

-Oh, who dat?

-Kazuyoshi Miura, currently the oldest known professional soccer player in the world at the age of 55.

-That's pretty neat, actually.

-Wanna go pro, huh Ikki?

-:)

-We're boiling up!

-Still the same old Ikki, huh buddy?

-Ohhhh, he Vice talkin'!

-That was pretty good, Maeda.

-Nearly a whole year has gone by since I started liveblogging Revice.

-Now we need only wait a week or so before we start with Geats.

-Hip hip hooray

-Oh? What that?

-"Mine."

-Oh, there he is! Esu Ukiyo.

-"This random treasure chest outside your family's bathhouse is a Gamer Zone, you little scrublord."

-Ah, so we're not getting a last episode Vistamp.

-"See you soon. >:)"

-...rather refreshing, actually.

-How would I rank the Reiwa era shows so far?

-Hmmm... well, Zero-One was consistently great aside from some stumbles in the middle and near the end that left me only wanting more for certain characters, Saber started on the wrong foot but improved drastically with themes I personally really got behind, then

-Well then… now that Kamen Rider Revice is over, I think I'm gonna spend the day unwinding, pondering... maybe I'll get around to the next episode of Delicious Party Precure today if I'm feeling up to it.

#revice #kr revice #kamen rider revice #revive the vice: imprinted like stamps and fossils #revice spoilers #kamen rider

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master-sass-blast · 4 years ago

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Picnics and Planning.

Hi, I hurt my back and I have no idea how; have some plot free fluff.

Summary: You and Piotr decide to have a picnic dinner in your backyard --and have some important life conversations while you're at it.

Pairing(s): Piotr Rasputin x Reader.

Rating: G for fluff.

Word count: 1.2k.

Set after “It’s Truly Magical” and before “Period Pains.”

Taglist: @marvel-is-perfection, @chromecutie, @girl-obsessed-with-things, @super-darkcloudstudent, @dandyqueen, @leo-writer

You grin when you hear the front door open and close, followed by Piotr’s signature heavy stride. “Hey, honey! How was work today?”

“Not bad.” His keys clatter against the dish you guys keep by the front door for holding essentials. “Russell passed Russian language final with flying colors.”

“Hooray! That’s great!” You pad out of the kitchen, smiling sunnily as you step into your husband’s waiting embrace. You sigh, melting against his burly chest. “Hi.”

“Privet, myshka.” Piotr kisses the top of your head, then tips your chin up so he can press his lips against yours. After a moment, he breaks the kiss and asks, “How was your day?”

“Good. Did some grading, reviewed some essays for the freshmen writing course –oh, we’re out of grapes. I ate the last of them for lunch.”

Piotr chuckles. “I guess we will have to make run to store soon.”

“And here I thought you had a lifetime supply of protein bars squirrelled away in your office.”

Piotr arches an eyebrow at you, grinning whilst you giggle. “Very funny, myshka.”

“Thank you; I certainly thought so.” You squeal when he tickles your ribs, then settle back against him, laughing breathlessly. “Does anything sound good for dinner?”

“We have mac and cheese—”

“Not anymore. I ate that for lunch, too.”

“Ah. We could make pancakes—”

“We’re out of eggs. You polished them off for breakfast yesterday.”

“Oh.” Piotr ‘hmms,’ fingers idly playing with your hair. “We could do pizza –no, finished box on Saturday.”

“Yeah.” You look up at him, smiling hopefully. “We could get take-out.”

He grimaces. “Nyet. Pozhaluysta.”

“Okay. Well, I think that leaves… sandwiches.”

“Sandwich is fine,” he says with a shrug.

“Sandwiches it is. You want to have a picnic outside?”

Piotr grins down at you. “I want nothing more.”

“Sounds good.” You grin back, then roll up on the balls of your feet to kiss him.

***

The two of you settle on the lawn space just off the back deck. You lay out a massive, fluffy, light green quilt while Piotr carries out a basket with your sandwiches, some chips and other sides, and a couple of water bottles. It’s early evening in the beginning of May, meaning that the air is balmy against your skin and that the air is still filled with the sounds of birds chirping and insects buzzing.

You flop down onto the blanket, letting out a content, relieved sigh. You gaze up at the early evening sky, smiling as the world slowly goes golden in the warm summer light. “This is nice.”

“Da.” Piotr sets the basket down on the center of the blanket, then sits down next to you. He smiles softly at you, stroking his fingers through your hair. “You look happy.”

“I am happy.” You beam up at him, then sit up so you can kiss his cheek. “I’ve got you. Of course, I’m happy.”

Piotr ducks his head, cheeks flushing. His mouth curves into a pleased smile, and then he turns his head and kisses your lips. “Ya tebya lyublyu, myshka.”

“I love you, too, baby.” You kiss him again, then grin up at him. “Sandwiches?”

Piotr chuckles and nods; he reaches for the basket. “Sandwiches.”

It’s a simple affair. There’s a couple of plates tucked in the basket –because your husband packed the basket, so of course he included plates—to set your sandwiches on, but the two of you largely just kick back and relax. Take in the outside weather. Bask in the summer warmth and your love for one another.

It’s perfect.

“How’s lesson planning going?” you ask between bites of your chicken salad sandwich.

Piotr nods as he chews his bite, then swallows and washes it down with some water before replying. “Is good. Kurt and I are redesigning foreign language and culture program in school for upcoming term. We want to include more projects for students, make courses more interactive.”

“Ooh, very cool,” you say as you pluck a few grapes off a larger cluster. “What do you guys have in mind?”

“Cooking projects, more assignments involving music and film –perhaps couple of field trips, if school can afford them.”

You grin. “That sounds like fun. I’m sure your students will love that.”

He smiles back. “Spasibo, myshka.”

The two of you lapse into silence, instead enjoying the sounds of the birds chirping and the breeze rustling the leaves in the trees.

“What happens when I get pregnant?” you ask.

Piotr blinks, then stares over at you. “Chto?”

“Like—” you shrug “—do I stop being an X-Woman? Do we both stop to take care of the baby? Like… what’s the plan?”

“I guess we would have to talk about this,” Piotr says, shrugging back at you. “Where—” He chuckles. “Where did this come from?”

“I don’t know,” you say, shrugging again. “We were talking about school and the upcoming year and your ‘kids,’ so my mind went to babies. It makes sense to me.” You stick your tongue out at him when he laughs again. “Laugh all you want, dorkus. It’s still a valid question.”

“It is,” Piotr agrees, nodding. He lays back on the blanket and looks up at you. “You will be one carrying and giving birth to baby. What do you want?”

“We’re both raising the baby –or babies, depending on how many we have. We both need to have input on this,” you fire back. You lean back, support your weight on your palms. “I know you love being an X-Man.”

“I do.” He reaches over and takes your hand in his. “But pregnancy and birth will have larger impact on you than me. I want to make sure you are supported.”

You squeeze his hand and smile down at him. “Thank you, baby. And I know you’ll take good care of me while I’m pregnant. I’m more worried about while the kid –or kids—is growing up. Like… what do we do while they’re in school? Is it right of us to keep running missions while they need us to raise them and be around to take care of them?”

“Aah.” Piotr nods to himself, staring up at the sky as he mulls your question over. “I… am conflicted.”

“How come?”

“I love being X-Men,” Piotr says, watching birds fly overhead. “Gives me purpose, sense of role in society. But… I do not think it would be right to our future children if their lives are always turned upside down by being X-Men. They deserve stability. Security.”

“But is that any different from parents who serve in the military? Or as firefighters? Or any other number of ‘risky’ jobs?” you ask. “Are we being irresponsible by being on the duty roster, considering that there are thousands of families in similar situations as us?”

“I do not know, myshka,” Piotr says after a moment. “I do not think we will find answer tonight.”

“I know. I just think we need to settle on an answer before we decide to have kids.”

“Agreed.”

You sigh, then lay down next to him, pillowing your head on his chest. You sling one leg over his hips, nestling yourself against him. “Love you, baby.”

Piotr puts an arm around you and kisses the top of your head. “I love you, also, dorogoy.”

#sass writes #piotr rasputin x reader #colossus x reader #fluff fluff fluff #basically no plot but i'm too tired and stressed for plot so #*shrugs*#deadpool fanfiction #x men fanfiction

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keiscait · 4 years ago

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Aww I'm so glad your willing and excited! Hmm for a room can we do some fluffy smut (bedroom xD)

I'm just craving something soft and sweet with him, perhaps sleepy morning sex? Or after a long day and a hot bath when you were relaxing, something to that effect

If you don't mind, gentle aftercare or just getting the day started would be great too!

-sunny❤️

(whew I’ve been so nervous to post this)

Hooray! My first drabble request! I’m not really super comfortable with writing a smutty story, so I kind of just left the rest to the imagination (sorry!!). I hope this is alright! (Also I haven’t proofread it hahaha :C)

Characters: Ennoshita Chikara

Warning: slight smut, but soft~

6:29 AM

You glanced over to the bedside clock, blinking in the dim bedroom. The sun was still rising, and the sky was riddled with a brilliant pink as light broke through the horizon. Birds chirped in the distance - the only sounds accompanying the soft snores of Chikara sleeping next to you. It was still too early to get up during a day off, yet the weight of your sleep had already been lifted off of you. You browsed your phone to keep yourself busy.

A few minutes later, Chikara’s phone rang through the silent room. Even after several rings, he astoundingly remained undisturbed. You giggled a bit before giving him a soft nudge.

With a snort, he jolted awake, and took a few blinks to recognize his ringtone. He reached over to the end table for his phone.

“This is Chikara.” He sounded groggy yet attentive. He was clearly taking care to enunciate properly, but there was a different edge that the rasp in his voice brought on. It contrasted his usual singsongy intonation - this was more raw, and somehow it made your stomach flutter.

He laid back on the bed with his eyes closed as he carried the conversation. His hair was rustled and the shirt he wore hung lazily on him, the neckline misaligned enough to expose some skin between his neck and shoulder. You couldn’t help but stare - the image before you was all just so pretty, doused in soft sunlight streaming through the window.

He groaned at something that was said over the phone. It was a low grumbling that started from the back of his throat, drawn out breathily. It reminded you of the noise he makes when the two of you are getting it on, and you plant a kiss right over...

...here, you thought to yourself, as your lips meet the crook of his neck, not even realizing that your body had moved on its own. The contact made Chikara’s eyes snap open, at the same time he inhaled a sharp breath. He raised an eyebrow at you.

“Can I just call you back later?” he queried to the caller, not once taking his eyes off of you. He was quick to drop the call before tackling you in a bear hug, burying his face in between you and the pillow.

“Why’d you do thaaaat,” he whined, voice muffled by the pillow.

“Good morning to you too, love.” You chuckled. He pulled you even closer to him and you mimicked his movements, arms squeezing around his toned shoulders. You traced circles on them lovingly, eliciting another groan from him.

“You’re not being fair right now,” he said as he pulled back to look into your eyes. He held a serious expression on his face, but you could see a hint of mischief in his eyes.

“Really sensitive this morning, are we?” you teased.

“Well...it is the MORNING, darling.” He raised his eyebrows and stared at you while waiting for it to click.

OH.

Morning. It was your turn to blush once you realized what he was referring to. He chuckled - he could obviously tell you were flustered.

With a mischievous smile, he moved in to shower you with kisses. It started out innocently enough, simple pecks on your lips and cheeks, that is until he planted some nips behind your jaw, then down your neck, and all over your chest; his hot breath heating up each area before moving on to the next one. He knew all of your sweet spots and he wasn’t missing a single one of them.

Heat ran through your body as his kisses started to get sloppier. Your breathing hitched, not going unnoticed to him, and right then his mouth quickly found your lips. No other noise filled the room except for him sucking on your skin and your slightly frantic breathing. He kept pulling you closer into him as if his hands were screaming for more, more, more. His kisses continued slow, feverish, but so irresistibly hungry. Lips crashed into yours with fervor, his hips rolling in between your legs, hands grazing your sides before finding the back of your neck to sit you up. He helped take off your top, eyes ogling you as his fingertips slowly ran over your chest and down your stomach in admiration. His fingers hooked into the band of your bottoms, pulling down your underwear and shorts in one swift motion. His mouth was slightly parted while he was staring at your body - you were so beautiful to him. He took off his own boxers before pushing you back onto the bed, suddenly gentle with his movements again.

His hand reached between your legs to see how turned on you were. He palmed you for a bit, and you couldn't help but rut into him for more friction. He smirked. His eyes met yours as he muttered a soft I love you, before kissing you softly as he entered you, making you throw your head back into the pillows at the feeling of being full.

Leave it to Ennoshita Chikara to seize an opportunity that presents itself - and right now, it was merely that split-second when your cheeks went pink.

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im-just-trying-to-get-bi · 3 years ago

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Hello, everybody. Thanks for comin’. I am the Lorax. I speak for the trees. And I’d like to say a few words, if you please. Regarding the story that you’re about to see it actually happened. Just take it from me. But there’s more to this story than what’s on the page, so please pay attention while I set the stage. We open in Thneedville, a city they say that was plastic and fake, and they liked it that way! A town without nature, not one living tree. So, what happened to them? Cue the music! Let’s see. Buzz. Buzz. ♪ In Thneedville, ♪ ♪ it’s a brand new dawn ♪ ♪ With brand new cars ♪ ♪ and houses and lawns ♪ ♪ Here in ♪ ♪ Got-all-that-we-need-ville ♪ ♪ In Thneedville, ♪ ♪ we manufacture our trees ♪ ♪ Each one is made in factories ♪ ♪ And uses 96 batteries ♪ ♪ In Thneedville, ♪ ♪ the air’s not so clean ♪ ♪ So we buy it fresh ♪ ♪ It comes out this machine! ♪ ♪ In Satisfaction’s-♪ ♪ guaranteed-ville ♪ ♪ In Thneedville, ♪ ♪ we don’t want to know ♪ ♪ Where the smog and trash ♪ ♪ and chemicals go ♪ ♪ I just went swimming, ♪ ♪ and now I glow ♪ ♪ In Thneedville, ♪ ♪ we have fun year round ♪ ♪ We surf and snowboard ♪ ♪ right in town ♪ ♪ We thank the Lord ♪ ♪ for all we’ve got ♪ ♪ Including this ♪ ♪ brand new parking lot! ♪ ♪ Parking lot! ♪ ♪ Oh, look, it’s Aloysius O’Hare ♪ ♪ Aloysius O’Hare ♪ ♪ The man who found ♪ ♪ a way to sell air ♪ ♪ And became a zillionaire ♪ ♪ Hip-hip-hooray! ♪ ♪ In Thneedville, ♪ ♪ we love living this way ♪ ♪ It’s like living in paradise ♪ ♪ It’s perfect! ♪ ♪ And that’s how it will stay ♪ ♪ Oh, yeah! ♪ ♪ Here in ♪ ♪ Love-the-life-we-lead-ville ♪ ♪ Destined-to-succeed-ville ♪ ♪ We-are-all-agreed-ville ♪ ♪ We love it here in… ♪ ♪ Thneedville! ♪ Yes! Oh, hi, Ted. Oh, hey, Audrey. Hi. Did your ball land in my backyard again? What? No. A model airplane, this time. Hey, do you want to see something cool? Come on. Whoa! Did you… Did you paint this? Do you like it? What? Are you kidding? This is amazing! What are those? Those are trees. Real ones. They used to grow all around here. And people said that the touch of their tufts was softer than anything, even silk. And they smelled like butterfly milk! Wow! What does that even mean? I know, right? Oh, yeah. What I want more than anything in the whole world is to see a real living tree growing in my backyard. So if, say… I’m just thinking out loud here. If a guy somehow got you one… I’d probably marry him on the spot. I bet that sounds crazy. Does that sound crazy? No! Not crazy. Not crazy at all. * * * Ted, honey, don’t play with your food. You, either, Mom. So, Mom, do you happen to know if there’s any place where I could get a real tree? Ted, we already have a tree. It’s the latest model. Yeah, but I mean a real one that grows out of the ground or whatever. You know, a real tree. Really? You would rather have some dirty, messy lump of wood that just sticks out of the ground? And it does what? I don’t even know what it does. What’s its purpose? Look at what we’ve got. It’s the Oak-amatic. The only tree with its own remote. Summer, autumn, winter, and disco! Mom? Come on, Ted. Get into it. Dance with the tree. Oh, it hurts, Mom. Please stop. So, anyway… Let’s just say I need a tree. Where would I go? What do I do? Then you know what? You need to find the Once-ler. The What? Mom, it’s not really the time for one of your magical fables, okay? That’s right, I forgot. I’m old and can’t even remember to put my teeth in. Stand down. That’s not what I meant. No, really, I forgot my teeth. Would you be a dear and go get them for me? Sure, Mom. Okay, here’s the deal. The Once-ler is the man who knows what happened to the trees. You want one, you need to find him. The Once-ler? Mmm-hmm. Okay. Grammy, is this a real thing that we’re talking about now? Oh, he’s real all right. Well, where can I find him? Far outside of town where the grass never grows and the wind smells slow and sour when it blows. And no birds ever sing, excepting old crows. Quit doing that. That’s the place where the Once-ler lives. Wait, outside of town? People used to say if you brought him 15 cents, a

nail and the shell of a great, great, great grandfather snail, he would tell you everything. * * * Hmm. Mr. O’Hare, what we’ve got for you is something that is going to take O’Hare Air to the next level. Now, Mr. O’Hare, I know what you’re thinking. One, “I’ve gotten rich selling people air that’s” “fresher than the stinky stuff outside.” Two, and here is the important one, “How can I possibly make even more money?” We can tell you, sir! We can tell you. Check out this commercial, huh? Well, here goes another lame Saturday. Dude, I don’t think so! Huh! Hey! Man! Oh, yeah! What! Yeah! O’Hare purified air. Freshness to go. Please breathe responsibly. Ah? Oh, my goodness. Yeah! Love it. You got to be kidding me. You really think people are stupid enough to buy this? Our research shows that if you put something in a plastic bottle, people will buy it. Exactly. And… And what’s more, when we build a new factory to make the plastic bottles, the air quality is just going to get worse. Which will make people want our air even more, and drive sales where? Through the roof! So, in other words, the more smog in the sky, the more people will buy. See, that’s why he’s the genius! It even rhymes! I’m aware it rhymes. Coats. Big. What do you two knuckleheads want? I’m in the middle of a meeting! What? Why is he leaving town? No one ever leaves town! See what he’s up to. * * * Whoa! Huh? Whoa! Whoa. Oh, man. Whoa! All right. Okay. What the… Whoa! Who are you? Who are you and what are you doing here? I’m Ted. I’m Ted. I can’t breathe. Are you the Once-ler? Oh, man. Didn’t you read the signs? No one is supposed to come here. Get out of here and leave me alone! And don’t let the boot hit you on the way out. The boot? Hello! Ow! Listen! People say that if someone brings you this stuff that you will tell them about trees. No, no, no! Trees? Yeah, real ones. You know, that grow out of the ground? Hello? Sorry, it’s just… Well, I didn’t think anyone still cared about trees. Well, that’s me. The guy who still cares. I’m here. Hey! What? Do you want to know about trees? About what happened to them? Why they’re all gone? It’s because of me. Wait, what? It’s because of me! And my invention, the Thneed. It was an amazing product that could do the job of a thousand. All right. Sounds ridiculous, but I mean, that’s cool. You’re darn right it was cool! It all started a long time ago. Can we start not so long ago, maybe? Do you want a tree? Yes, yes. Then it all started a long, long time ago. I was a young man leaving home… Well, here I go, Mom. Off to change the world with my Thneed. I’m actually doing it! Yes, but just remember, Oncie, if somehow your invention ends up a failure instead of a success, oh, it wouldn’t surprise me at all! Nice wheels. Burn! Ow! Yeah, “Burn!” But you will see, okay? I’m going to prove you all wrong. Come on, Melvin! So, there I was at the very bottom. With nothing but a wagon, a mule, and a completely irrational sense of optimism. I was searching the globe, obsessed with finding the perfect material for my Thneed. But I’d had absolutely no success. Until one day, I found paradise… Oh! We’re going to be there soon, I’m sure. Whoa! This is the most beautiful place, okay, I have ever seen. Oh. Ta-da! Whoa! Yeah. ♪ This is it ♪ ♪ This is the place ♪ ♪ These Truffula trees ♪ ♪ are just what I need ♪ ♪ Gonna chop one down ♪ ♪ and make my Thneed ♪ ♪ But first… ♪ ♪ Na! Na! Nanana Na! ♪ ♪ Na Na Nana Nanana Na Na… ♪ ♪ Now you! ♪ ♪ That’s great! ♪ ♪ So now our ♪ ♪ friendship can begin ♪ ♪ Hand in hand, ♪ ♪ and wing and fin ♪ ♪ There’s nothing ♪ ♪ you and I can’t do ♪ ♪ So let’s all make ♪ ♪ my dreams come true ♪ Hey, guys! Come on, where is my back-up chorus? What? Ah-ha! Oh. Ooh! Hey, hey, wait. Wait a minute. Excuse me? Yeah, that’s awesome. Feeding junk food to forest animals? That’s great. But, uh, is there a musical number where you show me how to get a tree? Because I would love to hear that one. Oh, yes. Right after the musical number about the kid who kept interrupting the story, and was never heard from again. Right, got

it. Proceed. All right, here we go. About to make a Thneed, about to change the world. Check it out, guys… Where did everybody go? Little did I know that by chopping down that tree I had just summoned a mystical creature as old as time itself. The legendary, slightly annoying guardian of the forest. The Lorax. Hey! Whoo! Did you chop down this tree? Uh… No. Who did it? What’s that? I think he did it. Leave! Vacate the premises! Take your ax and get out! And who are you? I’m the Lorax! Guardian of the forest. I speak for the trees. So you’re telling me, you just didn’t see me magically appear out of that stump? With all the lightning and thunder and stuff. You didn’t see any of that? No, but that sounds amazing. Can I see some of that? Uh, yeah, I could show you. But that’s not how it works. Okay. Um… Didn’t really happen. Oh, I know what you want! I’ve got one of these for the cutest little guy I ever saw! Yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy… How dare you! Give me that! Mmm. I’m going to eat this, but I am highly offended by it. What are you… Hey, Mustache! Will you stop that? What’s your deal, man? Pull them right out Time for you to go, Beanpole! Just going to put them right back in. We can do this all day. Stop right there! Stop it! So you would hammer one of nature’s innocent creatures? What? No! I would never hit this little guy. You, on the other hand, I would gladly pound you and your mustache into the ground! Behold! The intruder and his violent ways. Shame on you. For shame! All right, you know what? That’s it! You listen to me, you furry meatloaf. I’m going to chop down as many trees as I need. Okay? Newsflash! Not going anywhere! End of story. Then you leave me no choice. If you’re not gone by the time the sun sets on this valley, all the forces of nature will be unleashed upon you and curse you until the end of your days! You have been warned. Thanks. Yeah, okay. You have been warned. But I didn’t listen to his warning. And you won’t believe what happened that night. What? If you want to hear more, come back tomorrow. Hey, wait, wait! Tomorrow? Whoa! Whoa-ho-ho. Are you serious right now? Ah! You live in the middle of nowhere! It stinks out here. Don’t make me come back! I guess you don’t really want to hear the rest of the story. No, no. I do. I really do. I want to hear the story. I just… Nah! You don’t have what it takes. Goodbye. Wait, wait! I have what it takes. It’s all right. It’s okay, I’ll come back. It’s no problem. See, here I am, leaving. Walking away now. I’ll see you tomorrow. Mmm. Maybe. Just maybe. * * * What did you wish for, Audrey? Well, I would love to tell you, but, sadly, according to the universal wish laws, I cannot I know what she wished for. Was it, perhaps… This? Ted, you didn’t. Oh, no. I totally did. Happy birthday, Audrey. Kiss him! Kiss him! Ted. Ted. Tedster. Huh! You’re kissing the cereal again, hon. What? I just… I like this cereal. What one is this? Yeah! Okay. Well, I’ll make sure to buy extra next time for you. All right, cool. Hey, I got to run. I got to go do a thing. So, I’ll see you guys. Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! You’re not going anywhere, young man. It’s Sunday. You know what that means? Family time, and we’re all playing board games! But… Hmm. Mmm? Oh, man. Mom, seriously, every turn? Hey, back off! Ooh! No. Okay! Family time is over. It is now personal time. I’ll be in my room. Okay, dear. Have fun. I knew I could break her. Go. Huh? Go see him! Oh, yeah! You rule! Thank you, Grammy. * * * Whoa! Hey! Ted, right? Um, Mr. O’Hare? So, I hear you have become interested in trees. What’s that all about? Oh. Um… Where did you hear that? Oh. Teddy, there’s not much that goes on in Thneedville that I don’t know about. Here’s the deal, I make a living selling fresh air to people. Trees? They make it for free. So, when I hear people talking about them, I consider it kind of a threat to my business. I don’t even know what you’re talking about. You listen to me, boy. Don’t go poking around in things you don’t understand or I’ll be your worst nightmare. I’m Frankenstein’s head on a

spider’s body! Yeah, um… Okay, my mom is expecting me. So, I’m just going to… Of course, of course. Now, go back to your family game time. Grandma just finished her turn. How did you know? Please. I have eyes everywhere. Huh! You got a beautiful town here, Ted. Lots of fun stuff to occupy your short attention span. Why, I can’t think of any reason you would ever want to go outside of town again. Even. Okay! Good talk. Really good talk. Oh, no. Look out! Hey, man? You know, you need to change that door bell. Oh, you missed me. What? You’re already back. Clearly, you missed me a little. Right? No, I didn’t. I’m just here to hear the end of the story. Why are you so interested in trees anyway? Why aren’t you like other kids, break dancing and wearing bell-bottoms, and playing the Donkey Kongs? Yeah, right, right. I don’t know. Uh, I just thought it would be kind of cool to have one, you know? Huh? It’s a girl, isn’t it? What? No! Really? Because when a guy does something stupid once, well, that’s because he’s a guy. But if he does the same stupid thing twice, it’s usually to impress some girl. Hey, she is not some girl! She’s a woman, in high school. And she loves trees. And I’m going to get her one. Aw! How nice to see someone so undeterred by things like reality. Thank you. All right, but where did we leave off? * * * Now that’s a Thneed. Nothing unmanly about knitting. No, sir. Look at that… Oh! Who taught you guys how to steal a bed? Shh! Okay, nice and easy. Nice work, you guys. Couldn’t have done it without you. You got to be kidding me. Can he swim? Of course he can’t swim! Hang on, Pipsqueak! I’m coming to get you! Hey, you fishies! Stop that bed! Whoo! Whoo! Jump, jump! Come on, get up there. Come on. Go, go! A little bit more! A little bit more! Now what? Mmm-mmm. Get up there. Okay, Pipsqueak, give me your hand. Come on, reach out for the Lorax. Where did you go? Bar-ba-loots. Oh, that’s bad. Hey, Beanpole, wake up! What’s happening? Where am I? Hey! We got trouble, and it’s coming up fast! Whoo! We’re in a river! Whew! Oh, no. Just do something! Help is on the way! No, no! Just a minute! Oh, no! Wake up! Wake up! Yuck! Clear! Ah! I was heading into the light, and you pulled me right back and here I am! You saved my life! Yeah, I know. Well, no, it’s not that big a deal. It is a big deal! Look, I almost went over that waterfall! Wait… On my bed. How did my bed get in the river? Uh… About that… Actually… I put your bed in the water. I didn’t mean you any harm. I just wanted to calmly float you away. Look, everyone here needs the trees and you’re chopping them down! So, we’ve got a big problem. All right, look. I hereby swear that I will never chop down another tree. I promise. Thank you. But I’m going to keep my eye on you. Good. Now, I’ve got a big day tomorrow so I’m going to get some sleep. Right after I find my bed. * * * Ow! Okay, what are you… Question, what are they doing here? And follow up, if I may, what are you doing here? Well, after the incident last night, we found one of your socks and came here to return it. But when we got here, you were asleep. What? Ew! Exactly. And sleeping is the body’s way of telling other people to go away. I know, but you looked so cozy. And it was cold outside, and we just fell asleep. No harm done. “No harm done”? “No harm done”? Okay. Okay, I put my lips on those. Well, I used to, anyway. Ew. Did you just… In my bowl! Why do you have one of these? You don’t even have a mustache. Okay, that’s it! What? I thought we made a deal last night. Yes, we did. And I said I wouldn’t chop down any more trees. And I said I was going to keep an eye on you. I’m starving. What’s for breakfast? Breakfast is overrated. You know what? I got work to do. Yeah. I got to go into town and sell my Thneed. You chopped down one of my trees to make that piece of garbage? Look at that… “Garbage”? Oh, no. Oh, no! You do not get it. This is a revolutionary product that will change the world as we know it. It has a million uses! Look at this. It’s a swimsuit! Mud tracked all over your floor by

uninvited guests? Well, the Thneed sure comes in handy for that! But wait, there’s more! Thanks to its all-natural microfibers, the Thneed is super-absorbent! It also works as a hat. Of course, you probably want to wring it out first. Go ahead, knock yourself out. But nobody is going to buy that thing. Good to know. Well, fortunately, you are not the target market, weirdo. You’re bringing a guitar? Oh, yeah. I got a little jingle. I’m gonna blow some minds, gonna sell some Thneeds! Yeah. ♪ Everybody needs a Thneed ♪ ♪ A fine thing that all people… ♪ Sit down, go on. Unfortunately, I didn’t sell it the first day. ♪ The Thneed is good ♪ ♪ The Thneed is great… ♪ Hey! Or the second day. Hey! Or the third, or fourth, or fifth day. Okay, that one hit the tender spot. Until finally… That’s it! You know what? I’m done with this thing. Aw. My family was right. I quit! Hey. Cool hat. Oh, my gosh! I totally want one. That thing makes me like you more. Hey! Where’s your Thneed, did you sell it? Hey. No, no. Didn’t sell it. Turns out, it’s ahead of its time, I guess. Hey, you gave it your best shot. Right? What more can you do? Come on, take a seat, we’ll deal you in. What are we playing? I’m playing poker. He’s playing Go Fish. And I think he’s hungry. Ohhh. ♪ Pancake, the pancake ♪ Up! Who is up for ninths? Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Whoa! All right, pass them over. Yeah, see? What’s going on? Oh, no. That’s a lot of people. ♪ Everybody needs a Thneed ♪ ♪ A fine thing ♪ ♪ that all people need ♪ ♪ The Thneed is good ♪ ♪ The Thneed is great ♪ ♪ Let’s hope we’re not too late ♪ ♪ It’s a super trendy hat ♪ ♪ It’s a tightrope for an acrobat ♪ ♪ A net for catching butterflies ♪ ♪ A thing we use for exercise ♪ ♪ Everybody needs a Thneed ♪ ♪ A fine thing ♪ ♪ that all people need ♪ ♪ Everybody needs a Thneed ♪ Oh, yeah! We’re in business, baby! ♪ We need a Thneed ♪ Mom? Hey, it’s me! I told you I was going to be a success! You need to bring the whole family here right now. We’re going to be rich! What? I’m going to need all the help I can get. Don’t worry. * * * So, has he told you how to get a tree yet? Actually, no. But I think he’s going to get to that part really soon. Here we are. What? I’ll just be a minute. Oh, wow. Hey, Audrey! Oh, hi, Ted! What’s up? You know me, just cruising. Putting out the vibe. Just me and my thoughts. Oh, is this the girl you’re always talking about? Grandma! Stop making things up. She’s even prettier than… Okay, got to run! Bye. Okay, Grammy, let’s get you home! Yeah! Whoa! I’m so sorry. So sorry. Did not wanna see that. Whoa! Whoa! Whoa-ho-ho! Hey! Hey, I’m back. What have you got there? Yes! Whoa! Thank you, Ted. Now, picture this. Sun shining, a blue sky, a perfect day. It was all downhill from there. Whoa! What a dump. Hey, Aunt Grizelda! Hey, Chet, check this out! Go long! No, Brett, that’s actually not a… Okay. Go long! Go long! I got it! I got it! Got it! He totally ran into that tree! Ow! Oncie, is that you? Mom! There he is! There’s my big, suddenly successful son! We always knew you would make it, Oncie. Right? Hey! I love this guy! But you always said I wouldn’t amount to anything, remember? Hush your mouth. I was just trying to motivate you! I am really glad that you clarified that because it actually hurt my feelings for a really long time. Anyway, you’re all here, you all work for me, and that’s cool. So, let’s get to work. Brett, Chet, set up the RV! Would you stop throwing that bear? Time out. Back up. Stop. Don’t move an inch. Nobody’s moving in here. You got to go. Goodbye. So, who invited the giant, furry peanut? You calling me a peanut, huh? I’ll go right up your nose! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! You wouldn’t hit a woman. That’s a woman? Okay. Everyone, cool it. Let’s not get off on the wrong foot here. Um, family, this is my friend… Acquaintance. Yeah, acquaintance. Very good acquaintance, the Lorax. He speaks for the trees. That’s right. And on behalf of the trees, get out! Will you just be nice! This is my family. And I’m going to need their help if my company is going to get bigger. Okay?

Bigger? Yeah, this isn’t some rinky-dink operation anymore. I got plans. Big plans! A vision of a world filled with Thneeds. It’s going to be huge! Which way does a tree fall? Uh, down? A tree falls the way it leans. Be careful which way you lean. * * * I mean, look at this. It’s amazing. I am so proud of me. Oncie, we’ve got us a little problem. Problem? Mmm-hmm. See, we’re not making Thneeds fast enough. Harvesting the tufts takes too long! Well, what else can we do? Well, and this just came to me, we could always start chopping down the trees. What? Now you’re thinking. That would speed things up! But… No “but” s, Oncie. You’re running a business now. You have to do what’s best for the company, and your momma. Well, I guess it couldn’t hurt to chop down a few trees. You’ve made me so proud, Oncie. Come here! Hey! I love this guy! No! No, no, no! Stop it! Please, stop. Take that, you stupid tree! Where do you think you’re going? Excuse me, sir. I need to talk with your boss. Oh, I’m sorry, but Mr. Once-ler’s not seeing anyone right now. Yeah, well, he’ll see me. So… Hey, keep your paws off me! Give me a reason, Shorty. Hey, you broke your promise. You’re better than this. You gotta stop! This is bad! Have a nice day! Bad? I’m not bad, I’m the good guy here. He just doesn’t get it. Do you think I’m bad? Thank you! I mean, something good finally happens to me, and he just has to come along and rain on my parade. What’s his problem? See? Yeah, bad! Right. ♪ How bad can I be? ♪ ♪ I’m just doin’ ♪ ♪ what comes naturally ♪ ♪ How bad can I be? ♪ ♪ I’m just following my destiny ♪ ♪ How bad can I be? ♪ ♪ I’m just doin’ ♪ ♪ what comes naturally ♪ ♪ How bad can I be? ♪ ♪ How bad can I possibly be? ♪ ♪ Well, there’s ♪ ♪ a principle in nature ♪ ♪ Principle in nature ♪ ♪ That almost ♪ ♪ every creature knows ♪ ♪ Called survival of the fittest ♪ ♪ Survival of the fittest ♪ ♪ And check it, ♪ ♪ this is how it goes ♪ ♪ The animal that wins ♪ ♪ gotta scratch and fight ♪ ♪ And claw and bite and punch ♪ ♪ And the animal that doesn’t ♪ ♪ Well, the animal that doesn’t ♪ ♪ Winds up someone else’s ♪ ♪ La-la-la-la lunch ♪ ♪ Munch, munch, munch, munch, ♪ ♪ munch I’m just sayin’ ♪ ♪ How bad can I be? ♪ ♪ I’m just doin’ ♪ ♪ what comes naturally ♪ ♪ How bad can I be? ♪ ♪ I’m just following my destiny ♪ ♪ How bad can I be? ♪ ♪ I’m just doin’ ♪ ♪ what comes naturally ♪ ♪ How bad can I be? ♪ ♪ How bad can I possibly be? ♪ ♪ There’s a principle in business ♪ ♪ Principle in business ♪ ♪ That everybody knows is sound ♪ ♪ It says the people with the ♪ ♪ money People with the money ♪ ♪ Make this ♪ ♪ ever-loving world go round ♪ ♪ So I’m biggering my company ♪ ♪ I’m biggering my factory ♪ ♪ I’m biggering my corporate sign ♪ ♪ Bigger, bigger! ♪ ♪ Everybody out there ♪ ♪ You take care of yours ♪ ♪ I’ll take care of ♪ ♪ mine-mine-mine-mine-mine ♪ ♪ Shake that bottom line ♪ ♪ Let me hear you ♪ ♪ say Smogulous Smoke! ♪ ♪ Smogulous Smoke! ♪ ♪ Schloppity-Schlopp! ♪ ♪ Complain all you want It’s never, ♪ ♪ ever, ever, ever gonna stop ♪ ♪ Stop! ♪ ♪ Come on, ♪ ♪ how bad can I possibly be? ♪ ♪ How bad can I be? ♪ ♪ I’m just building the economy ♪ ♪ How bad can I be? ♪ ♪ Just look at me ♪ ♪ petting this puppy ♪ ♪ How bad can I be? ♪ ♪ A portion of proceeds ♪ ♪ goes to charity ♪ ♪ How bad can I be? ♪ ♪ How bad could I possibly be? ♪ ♪ Let’s see! ♪ ♪ All the customers are buying ♪ ♪ And the money’s multiplying ♪ ♪ And the PR people are lying ♪ ♪ And the lawyers are denying ♪ ♪ Who cares if ♪ ♪ a few trees are dying? ♪ ♪ This is all so gratifying! ♪ ♪ How bad? ♪ ♪ How bad can this possibly be? ♪ So, how are things? What are you doing here? Happy yet? You fill that hole deep down inside you? Or do you still need more? Look, if you’ve got a problem with what I’m doing, why haven’t you used your quote-unquote powers to stop me? I told you, that’s not how it works. Right, I forgot. You’re a fraud. I need you to get out. Now! Why? Do I make you uncomfortable? Remind you of the promises you made? The man you used to be? You know what? You can just shut your mustache. My

conscience is clear. I have done nothing illegal. I have my rights, and I intend to keep on biggering and biggering, and turning more Truffula trees into Thneeds. And nothing is going to stop me! Well, that’s it. The very last one. That may stop you. Somebody sure made a bundle on that thing. I wonder what the next million dollar invention’s going to be. Yeah, I wonder… Son, you have let me down. Brett, you are now my favorite child. Hey, look, I don’t want any trouble. And you won’t get any. Not from them. Thanks to you and your hacking, and smogging and glupping, they can’t live here anymore. So, I’m sending them off. Hopefully, they’ll be able to find a better place out there somewhere. Melvin? Melvin… Hey, Pipsqueak… Hey… So, this is really all your fault. You destroyed everything. Yes. And each day since the Lorax left, I’ve sat here regretting everything I’ve done, staring at that word, “unless,” and wondering what it meant. But now I’m thinking… Well, maybe you’re the reason the Lorax left that word there. Me? Why would he leave that for me? Because unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It’s not. The last Truffula seed. You need to plant it, Ted. Yeah, but, nobody cares about trees anymore. Then make them care. Plant the seed in the middle of town, where everyone can see. Change the way things are. I know it may seem small and insignificant, but it’s not about what it is, it’s about what it can become. That’s not just a seed, any more than you’re just a boy. I won’t let you down. I know. * * * Hey, Audrey! Audrey! Ted? What are you doing? Meet me at my house. Wait, but… My house, okay? Got to plant the seed. Okay, we’re going to need water. And uh, something to dig with. Um, what do I have… Ted? Mom, I’m busy, Mom. Theodore Wiggins, get down here right now, and I am not kidding with you! Ted, I would like you to meet Mr. O’Hare, the most powerful man in town. There he is! Hello, Ted. Uh… Hi. Isn’t he clever, Mr. O’Hare? He knows his own name and everything. You know what I would love right now, Mrs. Wiggins? A delicious cookie. Wonderful. Teddy and I’ll stay here and talk. Sure, why don’t you go ahead and adopt him? I’m just kidding. That was a joke. I was just joking. I’ll get your cookie. I know you have it, Ted. So, let’s put an end to this nonsense, shall we? Hand it over. I’m sorry… I don’t know what you’re talking about. Really? Well, then… I guess you wouldn’t mind us checking your room. No, no, no! Morty! McGurk! Find the seed! No, you can’t go up there! Guys, this is ridiculous. Stop! Hey! No, you can’t come in my room! Find it! Find it! What is going on here? This doesn’t involve you! Get back downstairs! Excuse me, down there! I don’t care who you are, you little crazy baby-man! Get out of my house now. This is outrageous. Fine. Sorry. Must have been a misunderstanding. We’ll be leaving now. And my apologies, Ted. You be safe. Mind telling me what’s going on here? The seed! Where is it? Seed? Where’s Grammy? It’s alive! I remember you. Ted, what… Audrey! Hey, did you want to… Well, okay! Ted, what is this about? It’s about this. Wait, wait, wait. Is that… Yes. The last Truffula seed. And you’re going to help me plant it right in the middle of town where everyone can see it. I could just kiss you right now! We don’t have time for that. I don’t know, we have a little time. But, you know what, let’s just go. Let’s go. Forget about it. Maniac! Hey! Ah! Here it comes! I’m going for it. Oh, hello! Ted, big scary blimp coming. Whoa! You won’t get away with this, boy! Bam! Go faster, you idiot! Yeah! Step on it, Ted! Whoa! You’re fired! Whoa! Ted, look out! Nobody beats Aloysius O… Ted… This is not good. How’s it doing? Whoa-ho-ho! Loser! Oh, really? Oh, no. The seed! Get that seed! Hang on! Here we go! Grammy! Seriously, how cool is your grandma? No! Come on! Yeah, that’s right. There it is! Hey! Watch the road, you meathead! Ah! Hey, ow, ow! Oh, come on! What the… Get it unstuck, get it unstuck! Bring it on, Teddy! You don’t have the guts! Ted! Grammy! Whoo-hoo!

Yes! Hey, hey, hey! Hey! It’s Mr. O… Take that, shorty! Okay, we have to get this in the ground. But where? There’s no dirt anywhere. No, Grammy… Hey, get out of there! Ah! Hey! What? See, what did I tell you? Easy. Huh? Hey, they broke O’Hare’s head! What do you think you’re doing, kid? Um, I’m looking for a place to plant a tree. A real one. Why would we need a tree? Exactly. Oh, man. Folks… The last thing you want around here is trees. They’re filthy! Spewing that sticky, nasty sap all over the place. They bring poisonous ants and stinging bees. Hey! Ouch. Think about the kids. And, I just thought, you know, they make leaves! You know that, right? Then these leaves, they just fall. They just fall wherever they want! Come on! We know why you’re really against trees. Because they produce fresh air. For free! Oh! I am wounded! You have lied! It is not a lie! It’s called photosynthesis. Come on. She’s making that up! That’s a made-up word, people! Thneedville is perfect just the way it is. We don’t need trees! That boy has a seed. We need to stop him! Who’s with me? Come on! O’Hare is right! Seeds will ruin us all! Stop it! Last chance, kid. Hand it over! Where do you think you’re going? Come on, let’s go! Get in, get in! Hey! Stop that maniac! Excuse me, excuse me. Watch out! Ted, you’re going to hit the wall! Yeah. I know. Wow. Did you see that? Who does this kid think he is, huh? I am Ted Wiggins. And I speak for the trees. And the fact is, things aren’t perfect here in Thneedville. And they’re only going to get worse, unless we do something about it, unless we change our ways. And we can start by planting this! Okay. Come on, now. Everything is fine. Right? I say we tell this kid what we think about that seed! People, come on! You! Get out there right now and get these people on my side, or else you’re fired! Go on, tell them what you think. ♪ You don’t know me, ♪ ♪ but my name’s Cy ♪ ♪ I’m just ♪ ♪ the O’Hare delivery guy ♪ ♪ But it seems like ♪ ♪ trees might be worth a try ♪ ♪ So I say let it grow ♪ ♪ My name is Dan ♪ ♪ And my name’s Rose ♪ ♪ Our son Wesley kind of glows ♪ ♪ And that’s not good, ♪ ♪ so we suppose ♪ ♪ We should let it grow ♪ ♪ Let it grow, let it grow ♪ ♪ You can’t reap ♪ ♪ what you don’t sow ♪ ♪ Plant a seed inside the Earth ♪ ♪ Just one way to know its worth ♪ ♪ Let’s celebrate ♪ ♪ the world’s rebirth ♪ ♪ We say let it grow ♪ ♪ My name’s Marie, ♪ ♪ and I am three! ♪ ♪ I would really ♪ ♪ like to see a tree ♪ ♪ I say let it grow ♪ ♪ I’m Grammy Norma I’m old, ♪ ♪ and I’ve got gray hair ♪ ♪ But I remember when ♪ ♪ trees were everywhere ♪ ♪ And no one had to pay for air ♪ ♪ So I say let it grow ♪ ♪ Let it grow, let it grow ♪ ♪ Like it did so long ago ♪ ♪ It is just one tiny seed ♪ ♪ But it’s all we really need ♪ ♪ It’s time to change ♪ ♪ the life we lead ♪ ♪ Time to let it grow ♪ ♪ My name’s O’Hare, ♪ ♪ I’m one of you ♪ ♪ I live here in Thneedville, too ♪ ♪ The things you say ♪ ♪ just might be true ♪ ♪ It could be time to start anew ♪ ♪ And maybe change ♪ ♪ my point of view ♪ Nah! I say let it die! ♪ Let it die, let it die ♪ ♪ Let it shrivel up and… ♪ Come on, who’s with me? Nobody. ♪ You greedy dirt-bag-‘ ♪ ♪ Let it grow, let it grow ♪ ♪ Let the love inside you show ♪ ♪ Plant a seed inside the Earth ♪ ♪ Just one way to know its worth ♪ ♪ Let’s celebrate ♪ ♪ the world’s rebirth ♪ ♪ We say let it grow ♪ ♪ Let it grow, let it grow ♪ ♪ You can’t reap ♪ ♪ what you don’t sow ♪ ♪ It’s just one tiny seed ♪ ♪ But it’s all we really need ♪ ♪ It’s time to ♪ ♪ banish all your greed ♪ ♪ Imagine Thneedville ♪ ♪ flowered and treed ♪ ♪ Let this be our solemn creed ♪ Thank you, Ted. ♪ We say let it grow ♪ ♪ In Thneedville ♪ ♪ We say let it grow ♪ ♪ It’s a brand new dawn ♪ ♪ We say let it grow ♪ ♪ In Thneedville ♪ ♪ We say let it grow ♪ ♪ It’s a brand new dawn ♪ You done good, Beanpole. You done good. By the way, nice mustache. UNLESS someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It’s not. —Dr. Seuss THE END

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To Build a Mockingbird Nest

I’m finally back! Hooray! I meant to post this yesterday but something else came up and I got behind track with some of my editing. But it’s here now! I also wanted to say thank you to everyone who’s read “Lover.” You all are great (and keep a lookout because the story is not quite done yet 👀). I’ll be posting a couple more oneshots this week before I start posting my next multi chapter fic. I’m super excited about sharing these next few stories but, for now, enjoy this one shot!

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Cathy breathed a sigh of relief for the first time that afternoon as she saw the last parent take a seat in front of her. As a third grade teacher, Cathy found it extremely draining to talk to the parents of her rambunctious students during Parent-Teacher Conferences. While a few of them were pleasant, the majority of the parents were either accusatory of her teaching methods or showed little interest in improving their child’s learning habits.

“Nice to see you again, Mrs. Boleyn-Parr,” Cathy greeted as she shook hands with the woman sitting in front of her.

Anne smirked slightly and brought Cathy’s hand to her lips to kiss her knuckles. “Nice to see you again too, Mrs. Boleyn-Parr.”

Cathy blushed at the gesture before clearing her throat. “So, Elizabeth.”

“Yes, how is my daughter doing in class?” Anne rested her head in her hands with a wide smile on her face.

“She is very vibrant and always has a lot to say,” Cathy began before Anne’s chuckles cut her off.

“Teachers used to say that about me when I was in school,” Anne commented. “I believe the translation for that is she’s a little troublemaker.”

Cathy laughed for the first time that afternoon. “The troublemaker gene must run in the family then. It also doesn’t help that she uses the ‘My Mom is the Teacher’ card to get out of trouble.”

Anne joined in Cathy’s laughter before responding. “If this attitude keeps up, I guess I’ll have to give her more chores at home.”

“Says the person who can barely keep her own room clean. If it wasn’t for me, we wouldn’t be able to see our bedroom floor through your mess of clothes!”

“Rude!” Anne exclaimed with a look of faux astonishment. “True, but rude!”

The two queens laughed together at Anne’s statement. After their laughter subsided, Cathy shuffled with her papers until she pulled out the one with Elizabeth’s name on it.

“Ooh! Fancy paper!” Anne exclaimed as she snatched the paper from Cathy.

“Anne! Let me do my job,” Cathy said with a laugh as she grabbed the paper back from her wife. Anne gave her a little pout in response but let her continue talking.

“This is Elizabeth’s report card.” Cathy turned the page and gestured to the series of graphs representing Elizabeth’s academic progress.

“I have no idea what those mean,” Anne answered honestly. “All I see is a bunch of colored lines.”

Cathy smiled softly and began explaining. “The first graph shows Elizabeth’s scores in mathematics over time compared to the class average and national average. She’s right on track for this year and is projecting growth for next year.” Cathy pointed out the different parts of the graph as she explained.

“Oh, I see. So my daughter is a genius,” Anne concluded jokingly.

Cathy rolled her eyes playfully. “Exactly. The graph below shows her reading scores. She is above average in that category. She’s at the top of her class actually.”

“That doesn’t surprise me,” Anne commented. “My wife has been reading to her every night since she was a baby.”

“Has she now?” Cathy asked, feigning surprise.

“Yeah. She’s read all sorts of books to Elizabeth. The Very Hungry Caterpillar, Charlotte’s Web, To Kill A Mockingbird…”

“One can never start too early with the classics,” Cathy mused.

“I still have no idea how you read her the entirety of To Kill a Mockingbird without me finding out,” Anne responded with a small smile.

“I might have told her Boo Radley would get her if she told you. It must’ve worked pretty well,” Cathy confessed. “We started reading The Scarlet Letter last night. I’m hoping to get to Animal Farm by June.”

Anne laughed heartily at Cathy’s words. “No wonder she has such high reading scores.”

“I might have to change my curriculum,” Cathy joked. She turned the page back around to show Elizabeth’s letter grades. She felt pride bubble up in her chest at her daughter’s achievements. Elizabeth had done her best in every category and nothing made her prouder as a mother than the effort she put into learning.

Anne noticed the proud look on Cathy’s face. “Aren’t you not supposed to have favorite students?” Anne teased.

Cathy looked back at her wife with a small glare before softening. “I think it’s a little different when you held her as a baby and watched her grow up.”

“She’ll always be your little girl. Even if she is your student,” Anne said.

Cathy nodded. “I love Lizzie, even in all of her troublemaking ways.” Anne smiled at Cathy’s response before the two fell into a comfortable silence. After a few minutes, Cathy checked her phone to see what time it was. “Well, Parent-Teacher Conferences are officially over. And, there were only three parents that didn’t come. I’d consider that a success.”

“We’ll have to go get ice cream to celebrate then!” Anne exclaimed excitedly. Cathy smiled at how enthusiastic her wife was at the mere mention of sugary sweets.

“How could I say no to that?” Cathy quipped. “Let’s go get Elizabeth. You left her at the playground, right?”

“Yes, love. There were other parents around too and they said they’d keep an eye on her for us,” Anne responded.

The two queens stood up and walked hand-in-hand to the school's small playground. When they arrived, they immediately spotted their daughter swinging from the monkey bars. Elizabeth was moving from rung to rung with ease before she reached the end and jumped down. She giggled a little before turning around and spotting her mothers by the playground entrance. Her eyes lit up as she began racing toward them.

“Mommy! Mama!” Elizabeth shouted. “Do you see me cross the monkey bars? Sammy told me he thought I couldn’t do it because I was a girl. I told him that girls can do anything, just like you taught me. I bet Boo Radley is gonna eat him now for being such a meanie.”

“That’s my girl!” Anne shouted and picked up her daughter, letting Elizabeth rest on her hip.

“But what did I teach you about Boo Radley, Elizabeth? He’s not actually a bad person. He’s-” Cathy was cut off by her daughter finishing her sentence.

“I know! He’s a symbol for the ignorance of the town that Harper Lee uses to show the growth of Scout as a character as the novel progresses. I just wish Sammy would stop treating me differently just because I’m a girl,” Elizabeth huffed.

Anne and Cathy exchanged a look that implied there would be a discussion about that later. But, that was a conversation for another time. “Well, Lizzie, Mommy and I were thinking about getting ice cream now. Are you up for it?” Anne whispered.

“Ice cream?! Yeah! Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!” Elizabeth responded excitedly while bouncing in Anne’s arms. Anne gently set her back on the ground and took hold of her hand. Cathy took Elizabeth’s other hand in hers and they began walking to the ice cream parlor nearby.

It may have been an exhausting day but Cathy wouldn’t have wanted to end it with anybody else. As she sat with her family happily eating their ice cream, Cathy couldn’t help but smile. Her heart swelled at the sight of Anne and Elizabeth giggling together and licking at their matching mint chocolate chip ice cream cones. At the end of the day, it was her family that kept her going.

Anne looked up from her cone and shared a quick glance with Cathy. They both smiled at each other before returning to indulge in their sweets. Cathy watched as Anne took a napkin and wiped Elizabeth’s mouth that was covered in melted ice cream. Cathy took a mental picture of the sight, wanting to remember that moment forever.

It was these little moments, small gestures and soft looks, that Anne and Cathy had built their home around, like the soft lining of feathers that keeps baby birds safe and warm in their nest. Cathy knew that no matter how far she flew during the day, she would always have a loving home to return to each night with her two favorite people. Anne and Cathy had built a sturdy nest together, interwoven with the love they shared for each other and with that, they knew that they would never have to worry about any storm or threat that came their way.

#parrlyn #parrleyn #parrlyn fanfic #six the musical #six the musical fanfic #anne boleyn #catherine parr #anne boleyn x catherine parr

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365days365movies · 4 years ago

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February 21, 2021: The African Queen (Part 2)

Ah, Part 2! So, how are they doing at this point again?

RIGHT. Rapids. Well, let’s not navel-gaze, let’s see how they do! Check out the first part of the Recap right here to see how we got to this point!

Recap (2/2)

So they go over the rapids, which are basically just a short waterfall. It’s one hell of a ride, that’s for sure, and the two have some difficulty.

But even through that, they ride it out fine! More than fine, as they celebrate surviving the fort and the rapids. Rose lets out a kind of awkward “hip-hip hooray, and descends further into her adrenaline junkie fervor, saying the bullets were like mosquitoes. She, uh...she’s really getting into this whole thing, huh?

Charlie, meanwhile, is just overjoyed to still be alive, and embraces Rose in celebration. They have their own little twin rants about the occasion, and Charlie finishes it off with his own hip-hip-hooray! That’s followed by...

Well...OK then. Both of them seem taken aback by the kiss, and they brush it off as it nothing’s happened. But you can tell that things are different after this. And it seems like both of them are kind of into. Charlie, OK, I can sort of buy, but Rose has really started to experience a different side of life, and she’s embracing the SHIT out of it.

Doesn’t take them long to actually kiss in earnest, either, and they quickly succumb to their passions. Can’t imagine that they succumb completely, though, given Rose’s status as a woman of faith and all that. Either way, the two quickly legit fall in love. This is despite not knowing each other’s first names, goddamn. They finally start to refer to each other on a more personal basis, and they continue their journey down the river.

The two start to enjoy themselves, with Charlie imitating animals he sees down the river (the GIF up above is him imitating a hippo), and Rose laughs with a little snort that I will freely admit is adorable. But that’s cut juuuuuust a little short, when they hear and see what’s coming: more rapids.

And these are WAY worse than the other two, descending into a straight-up waterfall. Still, the boat makes it through, but not entirely undamaged this time. Propeller shaft is a little messed up, and supplies are limited. But Rosie, ever the optimistic innovator, manages to convince Charlie to give it a try, and to let her help.

And honestly...I’m digging their relationship. They’re EXTREMELY different people, but they’re also one of the best examples of opposites attracting that I’ve seen this month. And not only do they work together as a couple, but they LITERALLY work together to fix the boat! They weld a propeller together using makeshift bellows and a wooden fire on short, and the boat’s back to being river-worthy.

And the Ulanga River becomes the Bora, and elephants cavort along the shore...where the hell are they? Like, real talk, I’ve seen Nile crocodiles, elephants, hippos, babbons? Hold on, lemme look up these rivers while these two get assaulted by a massive swarm of mosquitoes, which looks unbearable.

OK, so considering that they’re in German East Africa, they’re probably going through Tanzania. And apparently, the river itself is a pretty common place to find all of those animals co-existing, as well as the largest population of Nile crocodiles in Africa, and a breeding ground for a bunch of bird species, like openbill storks and African skimmers...and can I take this cruise? Like, is there an option to go on a cruise through this area? ‘Cause I wanna. I REALLY wanna, goddamn. I would KILL to see this shit, I mean it.

OK, well, moving on, the two make their way through a papyrus swamp, and they get badly stuck in the mud. They’re forced to make their way out of the reeds by getting out and literally towing it through the muck. Charlie does so, while Rose helps from above.

But remember what I said about a lot of shit being in the water? Well, it’s time for leeches! Yay! Charlie seems to think that they’ve poisoned him, but that’s DEFINITELY not how leeches work. You wouldn’t know that, though, as Charlie starts to feel sick. Even so, they have to pull the boat through the muck onceagain, with Rose using a machete to clear the way.

But again, it doesn’t seem to matter, as a fever-stricken Charlie is convinced that the two of them are now permanently stuck in the mud, and that the two will die there. Rose seems to agree, and she prays to God once more, accepting their deaths, and asking for him to be merciful, despite their...weakness? That would seem to indicate that something may have been...consummated. Huh. Go figure.

But God’s not taking them yet, as the heavens produce not mercy, but torrential rain, which covers the giraffes, hippos, lions, and...I think those are puku? Common antelope species found around the river. But the rains also bring salvation, as the risen water level sweeps the boat out of the mud and onto the lake (which is fictional, by the way)!

But even now, after ALL OF THAT, it isn’t over yet, as the Königin Luise is on the horizon, about to spot them! They head back towards the reeds to hide, and narrowly escape. They decide to enact their torpedo plan at night, and spend the next few days making the torpedoes and cleaning the ship.

They argue about who’s going with the ship to take out the Luise, but they decide to both go, as they’d rather not risk losing each other if anything were to happen. They head out under cover of night and rain, and it’s then that something occurs to me...are they gonna make it out of this? Because swimming in a lake as big as this is no...oh, wait, never mind, the boat just sank. Shit.

Rose is lost, and Charlie’s found by the ship, who interrogate him under suspicion of being a spy for the British. He’s sentenced to death by hanging, immediately. And JUST as they do so, they find Rose and bring her to the ship. They embrace each other, but Rose is also interrogated by the “court” of sailors.

Rose, however, don’t give a FUCK, and just STRAIGHT-UP ADMITS THEIR PLAN! Holy shit, lady’s got balls. Charlie goes along with her, and the Captain (Peter Bull) is more intrigued than angry. But, y’know, not really gonna stop the whole “hanging” thing, now is it?

The two are lead onto the deck to be hanged. Meanwhile, the sunken The African Queen is still out there, submerged in the lake, with the torpedoes in tact. As they’re about to be hanged together, Charlie asks the ship’s captain to marry them, in ANOTHER ballsy move. Fuck me, I love this bullshit! Dumbest thing in the world, and yet I completely buy it!

The Captain, agreeing with me, actually does marry them as the nooses are tied around their necks. And that’s when Chekov’s boat is hit, and the whole thing goes down! HOLY FUCK!! Charlie takes the opportunity and throws off the nooses, and the two dive off the boat as the Königin Luise sinks entirely! The two, now married, swim off to the shore. And that’s it!

The African Queen! Another lovely film, with an ending that’s...abrupt as fuck, I’m gonna be honest with you.

But I’ll get into that in the Review! See you there!

#the african queen #john huston #humphrey bogart #katharine hepburn #robert morley #peter bull #romance february #romance film #user365 #365 movie challenge #365 movies 365 days #365 Days 365 Movies #365 movies a year #mygifs #my gifs #hildy-dont-be-hasty #hildydontbehasty

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hqprotectionsquad · 5 years ago

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A Long Night (Daichi x Reader)

Title: A Long Night Ship: Daichi x Reader, w/ a little bit of SugaKiyo Word Count: 2,887 Summary: To celebrate your college graduation, you head out to the club with your best friend, Kiyoko Shimizu. Little did you know that a little Cupid would be setting you up with his best friend. A/N: cross posted from my Wattpad! i’d love to create a second part to this eventually! also, implied nsfw, but there is none actually written!

Your eyes squint open and it feels like the world is breaking daylight. Wait a minute, the birds are chirping, the sun is out...the sun is out?!

"What the heck," you mutter to yourself. "I guess I drank too much last night." It was a bit of a rager last night, something resembling a party you've been to while you attended high school in the United States. Ever since you've moved back to Japan for your university years, the social scene has calmed down but after finishing your last semester ever, you needed to get lose and have some fun.

Squishing your head back into the pillow, you replay all of last night's events, at least to the best of your ability.

"Holy hell!" You exclaim, appearing at the doorway of the newest club that popped up a month prior. It sits on the edge of the college town you reside in and since your final exams are now a thing of the past, you and your friends plan to celebrate like there is no tomorrow. "This place is huge!"

"I know right!" Shimizu-chan replies. While you and Shimizu-chan arrive together, her friends will join you at the club. You haven't met them yet, but she assures you that they are great people considering they all graduated from the same high school. While you wear a thigh-high dress, she opts for a jumpsuit because she claims it's more comfortable for dancing. To each their own, you suppose.

You hunt for a table, which is nearly impossible due to the fact that everyone and their extended group of friends is packed into this place. "Shimizu-chan, it'll take forever to find a table!" You exclaim with a laugh but when you turn around, you just see a crowd on the dance floor and she's not right behind you. The glaring strobe lights attack in every corner and are the worst when you're just trying to find your best friend. "Shimizu-chan!" You yell into your immediate area but it's like you're just yelling into an abyss. There's no use.

But hooray! A table just freed up and as a true friend, you rush toward the area before anyone else can take it. When you settle into the plush booth, you call Shimizu on your phone. "Hello? Shimizu-chan, where did you go? I turned around and you weren't there anymore."

"Sorry, (Y/N)-chan. My high school friends told me they arrived. I'm at the doorway right now." Shimizu's voice barely makes it through your speaker between the volume in your ears and in the phone. "Did you end up finding a table?"

"I did! I'm right by the back left corner, but your right side," you inform her.

When the whole group arrives, your mouth hangs on the floor. Shimizu never told you that the volleyball team she managed was so tall! Sure, some of the members are on the short-side, but for the most part, they all exceed her height.

"(Y/N), meet the former Karasuno High School boys' volleyball team," Shimizu introduces the men. While you politely smile at each of them, your eyes don't deceive you; a man's embrace around her waist and his lips on her cheek!

"Shimizu-chan, is he your boyfriend?" You whisper in her ear.

"Oh, right. This is my boyfriend, Sugawara Koushi." You smile at him. They look perfect together. He has silver hair and pretty eyes that you can't help but to gaze at. Shimizu must be a very happy woman!

"Nice to meet you, Sugawara-san."

While they all hound the bar for drinks, you hang back again to reserve the table and Sugawara-san decides to keep you company.

"Thank you for being friends with Shimizu-chan, (Y/N). I'm always worried that she's sad or upset, but she is always happy on the phone. She's said a lot of nice things about you!" Sugawara's smile stretches to the point where he squints his eyes.

"Thank you, Sugawara-san. I love being friends with her. She's one of the kindest people I know." You beam at the idea of talking about your friends. While only Shimizu came out tonight—which is the reason why an impromptu high school reunion was in order, you love gushing about your friends. You are the true lucky one to coexist with them, not the other way around. "Say, you're in the same year as us for university? You've just finished as well?"

"Yes, but I plan to do more schooling. I want to become a teacher in mathematics," Sugawara explained. "What was your major?"

"Mine was journalism. I'm moving to the United Kingdom soon to get a break into their industry. I'd love to work with one of their major publications."

"How impressive, (L/N)-san!" Sugawara claps as he sips from his half-full glass of beer. To you, it looks half-empty. You still aren't sure if moving across the world is a great idea and so many people are convincing you that you're going to rot and suffer in a place that doesn't hold your native tongue. "I think you're very brave for wanting to cross the oceans, though I'm sure you'll miss your friends and family here."

"I will, and thank you." You can feel the blush creeping up your cheeks and not just from your cocktail. You just never hear people affirming your actions and yet Sugawara, an acquaintance, manages to bring up your spirits in a jiffy.

"Say, (L/N)-san, have any of the boys caught your eye tonight?" Sugawara asks you our of the blue and the heat takes over your whole face. "That is if you don't have a boyfriend already."

"I don't," you admit with a shy eye. You haven't been in a long-term relationship since your high school boyfriend cut ties once the summer after your third year ended. You can never forget how he brought you to your favorite cafe, bought you your favorite slice of cake and completely ended it with your skin scratched red and your eyes burning with tears. You swore that you'd never treat anyone like he treated you.

"Great! I can fully introduce you to any of the guys if you want." At this point, you can't tell if he's doing this for you or for his boys but maybe this meant something to him.

"I don't know yet, but maybe I'll just see how the night goes right now." You shrug, seeing as the rest of the group is making their way back.

While they slide into the booth, Sugawara whispers into your ear, "I'll be your wingman! Just tell me who and your wish will be granted." You two share a secret smile. Sugawara speaks up. "Why don't we all go around saying our names? I bet (L/N)-san would appreciate it."

And so they go around, snaking the booth and taking turns introducing themselves and talking about who they are. Hinata and Kageyama both attend the same university where they received scholarships for volleyball. Tsukishima and Yamaguchi attend a nearby university and their teams often scrimmage when they get the chance. Nishinoya is going to school for athletic training, Ennoshita just graduated from an accelerated business program, and Tanaka is working as a mechanic. Shimizu-chan tells you that Yachi, the manager who took over after she left, is studying abroad in America for marketing.

"And what about you two?" You motion toward two men sitting across from you. The first is a man with a clean haircut and a cheeky grin. His cheeks glow red but you can't tell if it's only from the drinks. The other one has a half up-half down hairstyle with strands falling out and kind of resembles someone who loves nature.

"I'm Daichi and this is Asahi," the man with the grin announces for the both of them. Asahi lightly waves with a smile, but he doesn't necessarily meet your eye. He just continues to sip from his glass of what looked like a whiskey mixer. "Same year as you, I presume? Just graduated as well."

While you attempt to get to know Daichi, since he's the only one who wants to speak, Hinata and Kageyama yell because their favorite song is playing and they have to dance. They drag along Tsukishima and Yamaguchi, and even Kiyoko and Sugawara sway to the beat together, his hand cupping her hip and her arm wrapping around his neck. You can't help but to swoon because his forehead rests against hers and they have a smile that belongs only to the two of them.

"They're a beautiful couple," Daichi says.

"Who?" You turn back to him, knitting your brows.

"Suga and Kiyoko. They only became close during university. Kiyoko never would've dated anyone back in high school." Daichi laughs, thinking all about their first experiences as a group.

"I can see that. What about the rest of the team? Any heartthrobs during your high school years?" You wonder. What else is there to make conversation about?

"Eh, not really." Daichi shrugs.

Asahi chimes in, "Daichi was in love with a girl but they never ended up together." While he says this, he is just as quick to detract himself from the conversation again, apologizing as he takes a leave to use the restroom.

Your eyes widen to hear that, though why should you be surprised? It's just a man you've just met. It all feels so much more intimate now that it's just you on one side and him on the other and the only things between you two are this table and this thick tension that you can't quite describe. "Still in love?"

Daichi chuckles at your reaction. "No. She shared the same feelings, just not at the same time. It's been a long time since I've spoken to her. I'm ready to move on." You think that the last sentence is geared toward you, but you aren't too sure. "What about you, (L/N)-san?"

"Call me (Y/N). And to be honest, there hasn't been anyone I can look forward to, but maybe soon." He has to know that the statement was pointed, with all your fingers, to his heart. How could he not know? Your flirting style is that you become way too obvious when you're drunk and you are definitely on the way to getting tipsy.

"I see." His face drags for some reason and his lips become thinner than a board, but he doesn't seem perturbed otherwise. "(Y/N), do you have anyone special in your life?"

"Not really. It's been a few months since I've been on a date, but I've been trying to finish my degree and now that I'm done, I have to start exploring, you know?" You reason with yourself, trying not to attach yourself to this handsome man who probably just wants to make small talk. You throw back your head with liquor searing your tongue and throat. "That was strong," you mutter to yourself as you set the now-empty glass.

"I understand what you mean. The same goes for me." Daichi throws back a shot of his own. "Let's go on the dance floor. I don't think Asahi's coming out, for whatever reason he's got." He turns back and makes a confused face in the direction of the restroom.

Now this is something you can't deny, especially when he holds out a confident hand toward you. "Are you this smooth with all the girls you meet?"

"No, only you." His grin on his face is so mesmerizing and you can't help but to smile back. He's really something, this Daichi character.

"Well then. Let's go join them." Even though he held his hand out first, you lead the way to the multicolored dance floor.

When you find a good spot, you're settled next to Hinata, Nishinoya, and Yamaguchi thrashing about, even though that isn't really what the song calls for. "Hi guys!" You yell to them and you get some half-hearted responses because they're so into their "dancing."

"Don't mind them. They're like this every single time we go clubbing."

"And what are you like when you go clubbing?" If you were going to get drunk, you might as well go all the way.

He takes no hesitations to lead your hands around his neck and his fingers to your hips. "I'm like this," he leans into your neck and whispers this right by your ear. "Should I continue with something else?"

You don't pull back and you don't squirm. You just look into his eyes and that's all he needs.

•

"Shimizu-san, is it okay if I take (Y/N) home?" As drunk as he is, he is still the politest man you've ever met.

She stops Suga's "neck devouring session" for a moment so she can direct her attention on Daichi's situation. "Are you sure that's a good idea? You both are visibly drunk."

"I'm going to grab a cab and I'll protect her." Daichi looks into his former manager's eyes. "I promise." Shimizu lets out a breath; if there's someone to trust a promise from, it is from Daichi.

"Alright. Just be careful." She nods with a tight-lipped smile. She looks over to you, where you stir by the booth you all took up before. You're processing life as it is, and you're no longer drinking, which is a good sign to her. "And don't be up for so long. I know (Y/N) doesn't have work for the weekend, but that doesn't mean you should keep her, unless she wants to be kept that long." She winks at Daichi. "Good luck."

Daichi gapes at her forwardness, which hasn't changed since high school. "T-thanks. Get home safe, okay?" Daichi envelopes Shimizu and Suga separately and then bids the rest of the boys goodbye before making it back to you. "Let's head out, (Y/N)? You ready?"

"As I'll ever be." A laugh erupts as you rise from your seat. It's a really good thing that you chose to wear platform sandals instead of high heels, otherwise you probably wouldn't have been able to stand. You clutch tightly around Daichi's bicep, more for balance, but also to touch the muscles you've been eyeing since the beginning of the night. You are in for a long night.

And this is where you get up to from trying to trace back your memories when a familiar kind-faced man sits up. "Are you awake, (Y/N)?"

You find yourself laughing nervously. This is the total opposite of the behavior you had last night. "Yeah, good morning." You turn over and your anxiety washes away. If you wanted to get involved with a guy, this would be the one. He seems like the perfect guy to take care of you, regardless of your relationship status.

"I know we did some stuff last night, but I also know that I didn't regret it," Daichi comments as he cranes his neck to relieve his muscle's tension. You pull the sheets with you as you match his straight-up form.

"I don't regret it either," you say as you glance toward his chest, full of little purple and blue marks you have no memory of putting there. "Look, why don't I make some breakfast and if you want, we can talk about it, or if you're uncomfortable with me being here, I'll just leave."

"There's no need for you to leave. Actually, breakfast would be really nice." Daichi rubs the back of his neck; no one has ever made him breakfast the morning after—not that he's had that many people to do it with.

•

"Hey!" You brightly respond after you pick up your phone. You just got back from Daichi's apartment and you settle into the bed at yours. Not as soft as his, you note to yourself as you kick your feet up.

"Hi! I got your phone number from Shimizu, I hope that's okay!" He sounds chipper as ever, even more so than when you saw him for the first time yesterday. "So how'd everything go last night?"

"What do you mean?" You act innocent, but you know exactly what he's talking about.

"You know! Everything!" Sugawara-san laughs. "How were the festivities with Daichi?"

"Well, I can say some details, but I'll spare you and just say that I hope there'll be another time where we get to do this again—"

You're cut off by an ear-splitting squeal.

"Koushi? What's going on?" Shimizu-chan's voice is faint in comparison to Sugawara's scream.

"Shimizu, they definitely did it! They did it! I finally got a couple together!"

You roll your eyes, but your smile widens.

"Congrats, (Y/N). I'm glad you've found someone and I think this one will stick." You can tell your best friend has control over the phone. Shimizu-chan giggles and you take her words in stride; it's rare for her to show any emotions at all.

"I sure hope so."

Shimizu sighs, both happily and slightly annoyed. "I'll talk to you later. I have to go calm down my idiot."

The last thing you hear before the line goes dead is "Oh my god! Daichi has a girl! Daichi has a girl!" reverberating through their apartment. His shouts for joy make you hopeful for the future, because who knew what was to come? All you know is that you want to see that cute captain again.

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu writing #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu writer #haikyuu fanfiction #hq oneshot #hq writing #sawamura daichi #daichi #daichi x reader #sugakiyo

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isaaccecilbryant · 5 years ago

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“I'm sailing away, to a Land of Opportunity. The sun will shine, and birds will sing there everyday I'm sailing away, and I hope that you remember me. It was fun, we had our run. Hip hip hooray!

You said 'hello', I loved you so, Just like in a movie scene. I want you to know, I had to let go, I'm falling in love again.

I'm running away, to a place where you won't bother me. We won't talk for a while, we'll be okay. And I'm changing my name to a word that's really hard to say. It's no one's fault, I'm just too young, and you're insane.

I wasted my time, I missed all the signs, And it ruined my holiday. I want you to know, I had to let go, I'm falling in love again”

#Isaac's love of music #his goodbye song to his ex girlfriend Cecilia

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shethephoenix · 6 years ago

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I started this blog with the intent that i would post daily about my last 100 days as a Fiance...

well...

hows that going you ask?, well seeing as how this is my first post, and we are 87 days from the #cheerstotheChotias, il leave that to you to figure out.

Truth is i have watched YT video after YT video and followed almost every wedding page their is out there (a little exaggeration never hurt no body), but truth talk.

I haven’t yet found a page that has sparked that Bride feeling inside of me,

.. also because i wasn't the girl that spent her childhood playing with countless barbies ( i had one), i was outside playing with birds and the dogs or running in the street with friends, trying to roller skate out the house on clean maroon shinned floors or watching power rangers, (i was a HUGGGE fan, and yes i was the pink ranger), also, what i wasn’t doing was spending hours with my black barbie and white ken dreaming of wedding days, but when i did play with them it was dress up and seeing if ken could withstand the amount of dirt, water and dog bits that came with playing outside, but you could sometimes catch me dismantling things, and my video game at the time knew all about my destruction to see just how it was possible that super mario could run and jump across my tv. side note: i never found out, because once i took it apart i was shocked that something so simple had so many parts top piece back, so it would end up in a giant kist with everything else that reached it play by date.

i did however treasure two things and that was my doll Chucky (no he didn’t have the crazy face from the movie), he had the biggest smile with a wink and rag doll hair but i wasn’t allowed to take him outside, and the other thing that kept my most precious Tinkerbell “cosmetics” was a brown little suit case, which i dragged everywhere outside the house. So as you can read I just wasn’t about that “little girl, Princess, weddings vibe)

Soooo now that ive given you that little “Hello my name is...” heres something i thought id share, and yes i could put this in my journal but to put pen to paper has been hard lately, as well as opening this page, so i thought what the heck, id go for the one where i can just type to my hearts content and also put some of me out there. (Scary to let people into what you think), but as tears are a healing to the soul, writing is my outlet.

Thing is as with most things in life, nothing just starts on hip hip hooray, as that of a new born being birthed to this world, there is unexplained joy, but so many tears, some good, others bad and some just for not knowing, and yes I've cried my share of tears and in moments i didn't think would be a tear-fest. (and yes, i am a proper softy, so tears are just there waiting to roll).

Recently I stopped mid way watching a Jamie Wolfer vlog on all things wedding of course and something hit me, as much as there are countless books and advice on weddings and marriage there just wasn't a page where i could go an immerse myself in the truth and struggle about a couples life, and yes i get many are trying but we live in an online edited world and as much as people say they posting about their lives, we are only ever given the parts that were good enough to see.

So having discovered that what i was looking for didn't really exist to the extent i wanted, i decided i would blog about my own, and in hopes that it wouldn't just be another blog about someone in the process of getting married, and how i had to go about picking colours and flowers and center pieces, but that this blog would give someone a good truth read about 2 humans that are about to share a title but more so a life that no one has received the “dummies guide” too.

...

the next few paragraphs might offend you, read at your own risk.

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at 87 days away from saying I Do, one would think that everything is rosy, but what i have come to learn is that nothing is as it seems and getting to do the picking and thinking of wedding things somehow seem to be the best thing because I’d pick that over having to deal with people and thier opinions, even on things that do not concern them, and at other times when you high key just don’t want advice. please don’t get me wrong, i really appreciate help on things that i know nothing about, but stop throwing your intelligence and “ I've lived longer” help on me and then smile like you helped a generation overcome some mental illness.

This process has however taught me to “believe people when they first show you who they really are”, it may be hard to see but it is or was there in your first encounter, so much so that i found myself saying endless times in everything “ if people would just be honest from the jump, things would be so easy”, we as humans take things and complicate the hell out of it, and then we sit there and stress about what next. i am also guilty of this behavior...

but,

of all the pinterest pictures, boards created, dress ideas, shoe height, napkin colour, angle of the chairs, how many to invite and what you would look like on the day, there enters moments that you were never ready for. There is a movie that put the next words so nicely in English, “our Marriage, their wedding”, i never understood the true meaning of those words, until now, yet, no vlog or book can prepare you for the true test.

one of mine that brought me to tears was finding out what is being said about you when you think you have handled a situation to the best of Your ability, only to find out...you dead wrong and that whats to follow is not only in how you react but what happens once you have reacted and the next morning rolls in and you have to find the courage to deal with it, and you sit there and try to be a good human but every ounce of you wants to unleash all the anger you feel, but then you have a little light bulb moment, and wipe your tears, blow your nose, put your hair back in the messy bun it was, and you realize that there is such a thing as the wheel turning, and that one day instead of being the statue, you get a chance to be the bird...

but my problem is:, i was taught to love and respect, and with that comes the part where you grow up and realize that not everyone shares your values, and that is okay because how else would people like me learn or build character if it wasn't for “life lessons”.

so this human makes her already anxiety filled life even more filled by always considering the feelings of others, because i make it a conscious decision to always respect and appreciate people.

but, life,

Because, another thing you don’t get from a “dummies guide” is how to deal with truths, hard truths, real truths, the ones couple don’t post about, the ones that are spoken between the walls and with people who have shared in the experience and are able to give a few helping words.

The one were i learnt, its possible for another human to express their heart so brutality and not consider the feelings of another individual. Cause no counseling session or family meeting will ever teach you how to appropriately deal with such a matter.

Yes sometimes its better to not know the truth cause then you live in your bubble and think that you have done everyone good, but with that said i am not naive cause i know you cant please everyone all the time, even if you try.

In saying so, i have found to have this cry my eyes out moment and then i get distant, sounds harsh but it gives me a chance to see things from all angles and i don’t exclude putting myself in the judgement chair, (cause yes anxiety will make you go to places that were never necessary, but you do anyway) so that if its me i will deal accordingly. (it may not be immediately but i really try)

And so every morning i get up and try to be better then i was cause i was never no exception to any rule, and because i want to be the person that i hope to encounter in my journey, and i really just want to be a better “help meet”, but, you get tested daily and the ones you fail you hope to see another day to correct.

so, may i learn and be open to lessons, and i hope to become the best wife my Husband to be will need.

#frominsideme #phoenixuniverse #journeyingtobetter #helpmeet #💍tobe

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jfastereft · 6 years ago

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“FOR EVERYONE THAT STARTED 'FOLLOWING' ME!?" a poem :) - Yup! Thursday: Jan. 17, 2019

OK! I'm HAPPY!! Hip! Hip! Hooray;

Did-you MAYBE - maybe? start-following-me-TODAY?

I AM - The Mystic Poet - a man of ins-pir-ation?

Or, maybe, mainly - conceit-&-desire, much-to-Donald's*-Con-ster Nation!

"A man-of inspired passion and-action, with FEW WORDS!?

Well-Yeah! Sometimes-MAYBE-TOO-MANY - Some-of-it's-"for-The-Birds!"

But-I-love-a-Allah, "My Birdie Friends!" Let's - FLY-(UP)-TO-THE-MOON,

And read a little poetry - and drink some coffee soon!**

I've got that VERBAL POWER, with-condensed-meaning-to-move-HILLS,***

AND - offer-up apologies - and give the "ego" thrills!

And-So-Then-When-discussion-fails - and-The-World-is-a--"crumbling,"

Read a poem - just - read a poem (pause) - to relieve (y)our bumbling,

'Cause, when you read a poem, "by moi,"

You'll "KNOW" a-GREAT BUMBLER! It's-ME!-Ha, ha!

JUST-REMEMBER: IF-you-don't-"agree"-with-me (pause) YOU'RE-"THE-ONE"-IN-CHARGE!

So! (Just)-give-me-THE-MIDDLE-FINGER - Give-IT-real-large,

And if, by then, I still have got some-good-ol'-humble-attitude,

I'll-kiss your middle finger tip - so you don't have to brood! :) - Kisses!

fin <3

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K32a9bM0tcI

* - President Trump, we REALLY DO love you, man! :) - You're REALLY doing a "bang up" job! Really!

** - Sip! Sip! The coffee is "on me," IF and when you visit Alpine, Texas, U.S.A.

*** - as opposed to MOUNTAINS!

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yourlocalmoon-blog · 6 years ago

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Dear Benita,

Hello, everybody. Thanks for coming. I am the Lorax. I speak for the trees. And I'd like to say a few words, if you please. Regarding the story that you're about to see it actually happened. Just take it from me. But there's more to this story than what's on the page, so please pay attention while I set the stage. We open in Thneedville, a city they say that was plastic and fake, and they liked it that way! A town without nature, not one living tree. So, what happened to them? Cue the music! Let's see. Buzz. Buzz. In Thneedville, it's a brand new dawn With brand new cars and houses and lawns Here in Got-all-that-we-need-ville In Thneedville, we manufacture our trees Each one is made in factories And uses 96 batteries In Thneedville, the air's not so clean So we buy it fresh It comes out this machine! In Satisfaction's- guaranteed-ville In Thneedville, we don't want to know Where the smog and trash and chemicals go I just went swimming, and now I glow In Thneedville, we have fun year round We surf and snowboard right in town We thank the Lord for all we've got Including this brand new parking lot! Parking lot! Oh, look, it's Aloysius O'Hare Aloysius O'Hare The man who found a way to sell air And became a zillionaire Hip-hip-hooray! In Thneedville, we love living this way It's like living in paradise It's perfect! And that's how it will stay Oh, yeah! Here in Love-the-life-we-lead-ville Destined-to-succeed-ville We-are-all-agreed-ville We love it here in... Thneedville! Yes! Oh, hi, Ted. Oh, hey, Audrey. Hi. Did your ball land in my backyard again? What? No. A model airplane, this time. Hey, do you want to see something cool? Come on. Whoa! Did you... Did you paint this? Do you like it? What? Are you kidding? This is amazing! What are those? Those are trees. Real ones. They used to grow all around here. And people said that the touch of their tufts was softer than anything, even silk. And they smelled like butterfly milk! Wow! What does that even mean? I know, right? Oh, yeah. What I want more than anything in the whole world is to see a real living tree growing in my backyard. So if, say... I'm just thinking out loud here. If a guy somehow got you one... I'd probably marry him on the spot. I bet that sounds crazy. Does that sound crazy? No! Not crazy. Not crazy at all. Ted, honey, don't play with your food. You, either, Mom. So, Mom, do you happen to know if there's any place where I could get a real tree? Ted, we already have a tree. It's the latest model. Yeah, but I mean a real one that grows out of the ground or whatever. You know, a real tree. Really? You would rather have some dirty, messy lump of wood that just sticks out of the ground? And it does what? I don't even know what it does. What's its purpose? Look at what we've got. It's the Oak-amatic. The only tree with its own remote. Summer, autumn, winter, and disco! Mom? Come on, Ted. Get into it. Dance with the tree. Oh, it hurts, Mom. Please stop. So, anyway... Let's just say I need a tree. Where would I go? What do I do? Then you know what? You need to find the Once-ler. The what? Mom, it's not really the time for one of your magical fables, okay? That's right, I forgot. I'm old and can't even remember to put my teeth in. Stand down. That's not what I meant. No, really, I forgot my teeth. Would you be a dear and go get them for me? Sure, Mom. Okay, here's the deal. The Once-ler is the man who knows what happened to the trees. You want one, you need to find him. The Once-ler? Mmm-hmm. Okay. Grammy, is this a real thing that we're talking about now? Oh, he's real all right. Well, where can I find him? Far outside of town where the grass never grows and the wind smells slow and sour when it blows. And no birds ever sing, excepting old crows. Quit doing that. That's the place where the Once-ler lives. Wait, outside of town? People used to say if you brought him 15 cents, a nail and the shell of a great, great, great grandfather snail, he would tell you everything. Hmm. Mr. O'Hare, what we've got for you is something that is going to take O'Hare Air to the next level. Now, Mr. O'Hare, I know what you're thinking. One, " I've gotten rich selling people air that's "fresher than the stinky stuff outside. " Two, and here is the important one, "How can I possibly make even more money?" We can tell you, sir! We can tell you. Check out this commercial, huh? Well, here goes another lame Saturday. Dude, I don't think so! Huh! Hey! Man! Oh, yeah! What! Yeah! O'Hare purified air. Freshness to go. Please breathe responsibly. Ah? Oh, my goodness. Yeah! Love it. You got to be kidding me. You really think people are stupid enough to buy this? Our research shows that if you put something in a plastic bottle, people will buy it. Exactly. And... And what's more, when we build a new factory to make the plastic bottles, the air quality is just going to get worse. Which will make people want our air even more, and drive sales where? Through the roof! So, in other words, the more smog in the sky, The more people will buy. See, that's why he's the genius! It even rhymes! I'm aware it rhymes. Coats. Big. What do you two knuckleheads want? I'm in the middle of a meeting! What? Why is he leaving town? No one ever leaves town! See what he's up to. Whoa! Huh? Whoa! Whoa. Oh, man. Whoa! All right. Okay. What the... Whoa! Who are you? Who are you and what are you doing here? I'm Ted. I'm Ted. I can't breathe. Are you the Once-ler? Oh, man. Didn't you read the signs? No one is supposed to come here. Get out of here and leave me alone! And don't let the boot hit you on the way out. The boot? Hello! Ow! Listen! People say that if someone brings you this stuff that you will tell them about trees. No, no, no! Trees? Yeah, real ones. You know, that grow out of the ground? Hello? Sorry, it's just... Well, I didn't think anyone still cared about trees. Well, that's me. The guy who still cares. I'm here. Hey! What? Do you want to know about trees? About what happened to them? Why they're all gone? It's because of me. Wait, what? It's because of me! And my invention, the Thneed. It was an amazing product that could do the job of a thousand. All right. Sounds ridiculous, but I mean, that's cool. You're darn right it was cool! It all started a long time ago. Can we start not so long ago, maybe? Do you want a tree? Yes, yes. Then it all started a long, long time ago. I was a young man leaving home. Well, here I go, Mom. Off to change the world with my Thneed. I'm actually doing it! Yes, but just remember, Oncie, if somehow your invention ends up a failure instead of a success, oh, it wouldn't surprise me at all! Nice wheels. Burn! Ow! Yeah, "Burn!" But you will see, okay? I'm going to prove you all wrong. Come on, Melvin! So, there I was at the very bottom. With nothing but a wagon, a mule, and a completely irrational sense of optimism. I was searching the globe, obsessed with finding the perfect material for my Thneed. But I'd had absolutely no success. Until one day, I found paradise. Oh! We're going to be there soon, I'm sure. Whoa! This is the most beautiful place, okay, I have ever seen. Oh. Ta-da! Whoa! Yeah This is it This is the place These Truffula trees are just what I need Gonna chop one down and make my Thneed But first... Now you! That's great! So now our friendship can begin Hand in hand, and wing and fin There's nothing you and I can't do So let's all make my dreams come true Hey, guys! Come on, where is my back-up chorus? What? Ah-ha! Oh. Ooh! Hey, hey, wait. Wait a minute. Excuse me? Yeah, that's awesome. Feeding junk food to forest animals? That's great. But, uh, is there a musical number where you show me how to get a tree? Because I would love to hear that one. Oh, yes. Right after the musical number about the kid who kept interrupting the story, and was never heard from again. Right, got it. Proceed. All right, here we go. About to make a Thneed, about to change the world. Check it out, guys... Where did everybody go? Little did I know that by chopping down that tree I had just summoned a mystical creature as old as time itself. The legendary, slightly annoying guardian of the forest. The Lorax. Hey! Whoo! Did you chop down this tree? Uh... No. Who did it? What's that? I think he did it. Leave! Vacate the premises! Take your ax and get out! And who are you? I'm the Lorax! Guardian of the forest. I speak for the trees. So you're telling me, you just didn't see me magically appear out of that stump? With all the lightning and thunder and stuff. You didn't see any of that? No, but that sounds amazing. Can I see some of that? Uh, yeah, I could show you. But that's not how it works. Okay. Um... Didn't really happen. Oh, I know what you want! I've got one of these for the cutest little guy I ever saw! Yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy... How dare you! Give me that! Mmm. I'm going to eat this, but I am highly offended by it. What are you... Hey, Mustache! Will you stop that? What's your deal, man? Time for you to go, Beanpole! Pull them right out. Just going to put them right back in. We can do this all day. Stop right there! Stop it! So you would hammer one of nature's innocent creatures? What? No! I would never hit this little guy. You, on the other hand, I would gladly pound you and your mustache into the ground! Behold! The intruder and his violent ways. Shame on you. For shame! All right, you know what? That's it! You listen to me, you furry meatloaf. I'm going to chop down as many trees as I need. Okay? Newsflash! Not going anywhere! End of story. Then you leave me no choice. If you're not gone by the time the sun sets on this valley, all the forces of nature will be unleashed upon you and curse you until the end of your days! You have been warned. Thanks. Yeah, okay. You have been warned. But I didn't listen to his warning. And you won't believe what happened that night. What? If you want to hear more, come back tomorrow. Hey, wait, wait! Tomorrow? Whoa! Whoa-ho-ho. Are you serious right now? Ah! You live in the middle of nowhere! It stinks out here. Don't make me come back! I guess you don't really want to hear the rest of the story. No, no. I do. I really do. I want to hear the story. I just... Nah! You don't have what it takes. Goodbye. Wait, wait! I have what it takes. It's all right. It's okay, I'll come back. It's no problem. See, here I am, leaving. Walking away now. I'll see you tomorrow. Mmm. Maybe. Just maybe. What did you wish for, Audrey? Well, I would love to tell you, but, sadly, according to the universal wish laws, I cannot. I know what she wished for. Was it, perhaps... This? Ted, you didn't. Oh, no. I totally did. Happy birthday, Audrey. Kiss him! Kiss him! Ted. Ted. Tedster. Huh! You're kissing the cereal again, hon. What? I just... I like this cereal. What one is this? Yeah! Okay. Well, I'll make sure to buy extra next time for you. All right, cool. Hey, I got to run. I got to go do a thing. So, I'll see you guys. Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! You're not going anywhere, young man. It's Sunday. You know what that means? Family time, and we're all playing board games! But... Hmm. Mmm? Oh, man. Mom, seriously, every turn? Hey, back off! Ooh! No. Okay! Family time is over. It is now personal time. I'll be in my room. Okay, dear. Have fun. I knew I could break her. Go. Huh? Go see him! Oh, yeah! You rule! Thank you, Grammy. Whoa! Hey! Ted, right? Um, Mr. O'Hare? So, I hear you have become interested in trees. What's that all about? Oh. Um... Where did you hear that? Oh. Teddy, there's not much that goes on in Thneedville that I don't know about. Here's the deal, I make a living selling fresh air to people. Trees? They make it for free. So, when I hear people talking about them, I consider it kind of a threat to my business. I don't even know what you're talking about. You listen to me, boy. Don't go poking around in things you don't understand or I'll be your worst nightmare. I'm Frankenstein's head on a spider's body! Yeah, um... Okay, my mom is expecting me. So, I'm just going to... Of course, of course. Now, go back to your family game time. Grandma just finished her turn. How did you know? Please. I have eyes everywhere. Huh! You got a beautiful town here, Ted. Lots of fun stuff to occupy your short attention span. Why, I can't think of any reason you would ever want to go outside of town again. Ever. Okay! Good talk. Really good talk. Oh, no. Look out! Hey, man? You know, you need to change that door bell. Oh, you missed me. What? You're already back. Clearly, you missed me a little. Right? No, I didn't. I'm just here to hear the end of the story. Why are you so interested in trees anyway? Why aren't you like other kids, break dancing and wearing bell-bottoms, and playing the Donkey Kongs? Yeah, right, right. I don't know. Uh, I just thought it would be kind of cool to have one, you know? Huh? It's a girl, isn't it? What? No! Really? Because when a guy does something stupid once, well, that's because he's a guy. But if he does the same stupid thing twice, it's usually to impress some girl. Hey, she is not some girl! She's a woman, in high school. And she loves trees. And I'm going to get her one. Aw! How nice to see someone so undeterred by things like reality. Thank you. All right, but where did we leave off? Now that's a Thneed. Nothing unmanly about knitting. No, sir. Look at that... Oh! Who taught you guys how to steal a bed? Shh! Okay, nice and easy. Nice work, you guys. Couldn't have done it without you. You got to be kidding me. Can he swim? Of course he can't swim! Hang on, Pipsqueak! I'm coming to get you! Hey, you fishies! Stop that bed! Whoo! Whoo! Jump, jump! Come on, get up there. Come on. Go, go! A little bit more! A little bit more! Now what? Mmm-mmm. Get up there. Okay, Pipsqueak, give me your hand. Come on, reach out for the Lorax. Where did you go? Bar-ba-loots. Oh, that's bad. Hey, Beanpole, wake up! What's happening? Where am I? Hey! We got trouble, and it's coming up fast! Whoo! We're in a river! Whew! Oh, no. Just do something! Help is on the way! No, no! Just a minute! Oh, no! Wake up! Wake up! Yuck! Clear! Ah! I was heading into the light, and you pulled me right back and here I am! You saved my life! Yeah, I know. Well, no, it's not that big a deal. It is a big deal! Look, I almost went over that waterfall! Wait... On my bed. How did my bed get in the river? Uh... About that... Actually... I put your bed in the water. I didn't mean you any harm. I just wanted to calmly float you away. Look, everyone here needs the trees and you're chopping them down! So, we've got a big problem. All right, look. I hereby swear that I will never chop down another tree. I promise. Thank you. But I'm going to keep my eye on you. Good. Now, I've got a big day tomorrow so I'm going to get some sleep. Right after I find my bed. Ow! Okay, what are you... Question, what are they doing here? And follow up, if I may, what are you doing here? Well, after the incident last night, we found one of your socks and came here to return it. But when we got here, you were asleep. What? Ew! Exactly. And sleeping is the body's way of telling other people to go away. I know, but you looked so cozy. And it was cold outside, and we just fell asleep. No harm done. "No harm done"? "No harm done"? Okay. Okay, I put my lips on those. Well, I used to, anyway. Ew. Did you just... In my bowl! Why do you have one of these? You don't even have a mustache. Okay, that's it! What? I thought we made a deal last night. Yes, we did. And I said I wouldn't chop down any more trees. And I said I was going to keep an eye on you. I'm starving. What's for breakfast? Breakfast is overrated. You know what? I got work to do. Yeah. I got to go into town and sell my Thneed. You chopped down one of my trees to make that piece of garbage? Look at that... "Garbage"? Oh, no. Oh, no! You do not get it. This is a revolutionary product that will change the world as we know it. It has a million uses! Look at this. It's a swimsuit! Mud tracked all over your floor by uninvited guests? Well, the Thneed sure comes in handy for that! But wait, there's more! Thanks to its all-natural microfibers, the Thneed is super-absorbent! It also works as a hat. Of course, you probably want to wring it out first. Go ahead, knock yourself out. But nobody is going to buy that thing. Good to know. Well, fortunately, you are not the target market, weirdo. You're bringing a guitar? Oh, yeah. I got a little jingle. I'm gonna blow some minds, gonna sell some Thneeds! Yeah. Everybody needs a Thneed A fine thing that all people... Sit down, go on. Unfortunately, I didn't sell it the first day. The Thneed is good The Thneed is great... Hey! Or the second day. Hey! Or the third, or fourth, or fifth day. Okay, that one hit the tender spot. Until finally... That's it! You know what? I'm done with this thing. Aw. My family was right. I quit! Hey. Cool hat. Oh, my gosh! I totally want one. That thing makes me like you more. Hey! Where's your Thneed, did you sell it? Hey. No, no. Didn't sell it. Turns out, it's ahead of its time, I guess. Hey, you gave it your best shot. Right? What more can you do? Come on, take a seat, we'll deal you in. What are we playing? I'm playing poker. He's playing Go Fish. And I think he's hungry. Oh. Pancake, the pancake Up! Who is up for ninths? Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Whoa! All right, pass them over. Yeah, see? What's going on? Oh, no. That's a lot of people. Everybody needs a Thneed A fine thing that all people need The Thneed is good The Thneed is great Let's hope we're not too late It's a super trendy hat It's a tightrope for an acrobat A net for catching butterflies A thing we use for exercise Everybody needs a Thneed A fine thing that all people need Everybody needs a Thneed Oh, yeah! We're in business, baby! We need a Thneed Mom? Hey, it's me! I told you I was going to be a success! You need to bring the whole family here right now. We're going to be rich! What? I'm going to need all the help I can get. Don't worry. So, has he told you how to get a tree yet? Actually, no. But I think he's going to get to that part really soon. Here we are. What? I'll just be a minute. Oh, wow. Hey, Audrey! Oh, hi, Ted! What's up? You know me, just cruising. Putting out the vibe. Just me and my thoughts. Oh, is this the girl you're always talking about? Grandma! Stop making things up. She's even prettier than... Okay, got to run! Bye. Okay, Grammy, let's get you home! Yeah! Whoa! I'm so sorry. So sorry. Did not wanna see that. Whoa! Whoa! Whoa-ho-ho! Hey! Hey, I'm back. What have you got there? Yes! Whoa! Thank you, Ted. Now, picture this. Sun shining, a blue sky, a perfect day. It was all downhill from there. Whoa! What a dump. Hey, Aunt Grizelda! Hey, Chet, check this out! Go long! No, Brett, that's actually not a... Okay. Go long! Go long! I got it! I got it! Got it! He totally ran into that tree! Ow! Oncie, is that you? Mom! There he is! There's my big, suddenly successful son! We always knew you would make it, Oncie. Right? Hey! I love this guy! But you always said I wouldn't amount to anything, remember? Hush your mouth. I was just trying to motivate you! I am really glad that you clarified that because it actually hurt my feelings for a really long time. Anyway, you're all here, you all work for me, and that's cool. So, let's get to work. Brett, Chet, set up the RV! Would you stop throwing that bear? Time out. Back up. Stop. Don't move an inch. Nobody's moving in here. You got to go. Goodbye. So, who invited the giant, furry peanut? You calling me a peanut, huh? I'll go right up your nose! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! You wouldn't hit a woman. That's a woman? Okay. Everyone, cool it. Let's not get off on the wrong foot here. Um, family, this is my friend... Acquaintance. Yeah, acquaintance. Very good acquaintance, the Lorax. He speaks for the trees. That's right. And on behalf of the trees, get out! Will you just be nice! This is my family. And I'm going to need their help if my company is going to get bigger. Okay? Bigger? Yeah, this isn't some rinky-dink operation anymore. I got plans. Big plans! A vision of a world filled with Thneeds. It's going to be huge! Which way does a tree fall? Uh, down? A tree falls the way it leans. Be careful which way you lean. I mean, look at this. It's amazing. I am so proud of me. Oncie, we've got us a little problem. Problem? Mmm-hmm. See, we're not making Thneeds fast enough. Harvesting the tufts takes too long! Well, what else can we do? Well, and this just came to me, we could always start chopping down the trees. What? Now you're thinking. That would speed things up! But... No "but" s, Oncie. You're running a business now. You have to do what's best for the company, and your momma. Well, I guess it couldn't hurt to chop down a few trees. You've made me so proud, Oncie. Come here! Hey! I love this guy! No! No, no, no! Stop it! Please, stop. Take that, you stupid tree! Where do you think you're going? Excuse me, sir. I need to talk with your boss. Oh, I'm sorry, but Mr. Once-ler's not seeing anyone right now. Yeah, well, he'll see me. So... Hey, keep your paws off me! Give me a reason, Shorty. Hey, you broke your promise. You're better than this. You gotta stop! This is bad! Have a nice day! Bad? I'm not bad, I'm the good guy here. He just doesn't get it. Do you think I'm bad? Thank you! I mean, something good finally happens to me, and he just has to come along and rain on my parade. What's his problem? See? Yeah, bad! Right. How bad can I be? I'm just doin' what comes naturally How bad can I be? I'm just following my destiny How bad can I be? I'm just doin' what comes naturally How bad can I be? How bad can I possibly be? Well, there's a principle in nature Principle in nature That almost every creature knows Called survival of the fittest Survival of the fittest And check it, this is how it goes The animal that wins gotta scratch and fight And claw and bite and punch And the animal that doesn't Well, the animal that doesn't Winds up someone else's La-la-la-la lunch Munch, munch, munch, munch, munch I'm just sayin' How bad can I be? I'm just doin' what comes naturally How bad can I be? I'm just following my destiny How bad can I be? I'm just doin' what comes naturally How bad can I be? How bad can I possibly be? There's a principle in business Principle in business That everybody knows is sound It says the people with the money People with the money Make this ever-loving world go round So I'm biggering my company I'm biggering my factory I'm biggering my corporate sign Bigger, bigger! Everybody out there You take care of yours I'll take care of mine-mine-mine-mine-mine Shake that bottom line Let me hear you say Smogulous Smoke! Smogulous Smoke! Schloppity-Schlopp! Complain all you want It's never, ever, ever, ever gonna stop Stop! Come on, how bad can I possibly be? How bad can I be? I'm just building the economy How bad can I be? Just look at me petting this puppy How bad can I be? A portion of proceeds goes to charity How bad can I be? How bad could I possibly be? Let's see! All the customers are buying And the money's multiplying And the PR people are lying And the lawyers are denying Who cares if a few trees are dying? This is all so gratifying! How bad? How bad can this possibly be? So, how are things? What are you doing here? Happy yet? You fill that hole deep down inside you? Or do you still need more? Look, if you've got a problem with what I'm doing, why haven't you used your quote-unquote powers to stop me? I told you, that's not how it works. Right, I forgot. You're a fraud. I need you to get out. Now! Why? Do I make you uncomfortable? Remind you of the promises you made? The man you used to be? You know what? You can just shut your mustache. My conscience is clear. I have done nothing illegal. I have my rights, and I intend to keep on biggering and biggering, and turning more Truffula trees into Thneeds. And nothing is going to stop me! Well, that's it. The very last one. That may stop you. Somebody sure made a bundle on that thing. I wonder what the next million dollar invention's going to be. Yeah, I wonder... Son, you have let me down. Brett, you are now my favorite child. Hey, look, I don't want any trouble. And you won't get any. Not from them. Thanks to you and your hacking, and smogging and glupping, they can't live here anymore. So, I'm sending them off. Hopefully, they'll be able to find a better place out there somewhere. Melvin? Melvin... Hey, Pipsqueak... Hey... So, this is really all your fault. You destroyed everything. Yes. And each day since the Lorax left, I've sat here regretting everything I've done, staring at that word, "unless," and wondering what it meant. But now I'm thinking... Well, maybe you're the reason the Lorax left that word there. Me? Why would he leave that for me? Because unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It's not. The last Truffula seed. You need to plant it, Ted. Yeah, but, nobody cares about trees anymore. Then make them care. Plant the seed in the middle of town, where everyone can see. Change the way things are. I know it may seem small and insignificant, but it's not about what it is, it's about what it can become. That's not just a seed, any more than you're just a boy. I won't let you down. I know. Hey, Audrey! Audrey! Ted? What are you doing? Meet me at my house. Wait, but... My house, okay? Got to plant the seed. Okay, we're going to need water. And uh, something to dig with. Um, what do I have... Ted? Mom, I'm busy, Mom. Theodore Wiggins, get down here right now, and I am not kidding with you! Ted, I would like you to meet Mr. O'Hare, the most powerful man in town. There he is! Hello, Ted. Uh... Hi. Isn't he clever, Mr. O'Hare? He knows his own name and everything. You know what I would love right now, Mrs. Wiggins? A delicious cookie. Wonderful. Teddy and I'll stay here and talk. Sure, why don't you go ahead and adopt him? I'm just kidding. That was a joke. I was just joking. I'll get your cookie. I know you have it, Ted. So, let's put an end to this nonsense, shall we? Hand it over. I'm sorry... I don't know what you're talking about. Really? Well, then... I guess you wouldn't mind us checking your room. No, no, no! Morty! McGurk! Find the seed! No, you can't go up there! Guys, this is ridiculous. Stop! Hey! No, you can't come in my room! Find it! Find it! What is going on here? This doesn't involve you! Get back downstairs! Excuse me, down there! I don't care who you are, you little crazy baby-man! Get out of my house now. This is outrageous. Fine. Sorry. Must have been a misunderstanding. We'll be leaving now. And my apologies, Ted. You be safe. Mind telling me what's going on here? The seed! Where is it? Seed? Where's Grammy? It's alive! I remember you. Ted, what... Audrey! Hey, did you want to... Well, okay! Ted, what is this about? It's about this. Wait, wait, wait. Is that... Yes. The last Truffula seed. And you're going to help me plant it right in the middle of town where everyone can see it. I could just kiss you right now! We don't have time for that. I don't know, we have a little time. But, you know what, let's just go. Let's go. Forget about it. Maniac! Hey! Ah! Here it comes! I'm going for it. Oh, hello! Ted, big scary blimp coming. Whoa! You won't get away with this, boy! Bam! Go faster, you idiot! Yeah! Step on it, Ted! Whoa! You're fired! Whoa! Ted, look out! Nobody beats Aloysius O... Ted... This is not good. How's it doing? Whoa-ho-ho! Loser! Oh, really? Oh, no. The seed! Get that seed! Hang on! Here we go! Grammy! Seriously, how cool is your grandma? No! Come on! Yeah, that's right. There it is! Hey! Watch the road, you meathead! Ah! Hey, ow, ow! Oh, come on! What the... Get it unstuck, get it unstuck! Bring it on, Teddy! You don't have the guts! Ted! Grammy! Whoo-hoo! Yes! Hey, hey, hey! Hey! It's Mr. O... Take that, shorty! Okay, we have to get this in the ground. But where? There's no dirt anywhere. No, Grammy... Hey, get out of there! Ah! Hey! What? See, what did I tell you? Easy. Huh? Hey, they broke O'Hare's head! What do you think you're doing, kid? Um, I'm looking for a place to plant a tree. A real one. Why would we need a tree? Exactly. Oh, man. Folks... The last thing you want around here is trees. They're filthy! Spewing that sticky, nasty sap all over the place. They bring poisonous ants and stinging bees. Hey! Ouch. Think about the kids. And, I just thought, you know, they make leaves! You know that, right? Then these leaves, they just fall. They just fall wherever they want! Come on! We know why you're really against trees. Because they produce fresh air. For free! Oh! I am wounded! You have lied! It is not a lie! It's called photosynthesis. Come on. She's making that up! That's a made-up word, people! Thneedville is perfect just the way it is. We don't need trees! That boy has a seed. We need to stop him! Who's with me? Come on! O'Hare is right! Seeds will ruin us all! Stop it! Last chance, kid. Hand it over! Where do you think you're going? Come on, let's go! Get in, get in! Hey! Stop that maniac! Excuse me, excuse me. Watch out! Ted, you're going to hit the wall! Yeah. I know. Wow. Did you see that? Who does this kid think he is, huh? I am Ted Wiggins. And I speak for the trees. And the fact is, things aren't perfect here in Thneedville. And they're only going to get worse, unless we do something about it, unless we change our ways. And we can start by planting this! Okay. Come on, now. Everything is fine. Right? I say we tell this kid what we think about that seed! People, come on! You! Get out there right now and get these people on my side, or else you're fired! Go on, tell them what you think. You don't know me, but my name's Cy I'm just the O'Hare delivery guy But it seems like trees might be worth a try So I say let it grow My name is Dan And my name's Rose Our son Wesley kind of glows And that's not good, so we suppose We should let it grow Let it grow, let it grow You can't reap what you don't sow Plant a seed inside the Earth Just one way to know its worth Let's celebrate the world's rebirth We say let it grow My name's Marie, and I am three! I would really like to see a tree I say let it grow I'm Grammy Norma I'm old, and I've got gray hair But I remember when trees were everywhere And no one had to pay for air So I say let it grow Let it grow, let it grow Like it did so long ago It is just one tiny seed But it's all we really need It's time to change the life we lead Time to let it grow My name's O'Hare, I'm one of you I live here in Thneedville, too The things you say just might be true It could be time to start anew And maybe change my point of view Nah! I say let it die! Let it die, let it die Let it shrivel up and... Come on, who's with me? Nobody. You greedy dirt-bag! Let it grow, let it grow Let the love inside you show Plant a seed inside the Earth Just one way to know its worth Let's celebrate the world's rebirth We say let it grow Let it grow, let it grow You can't reap what you don't sow It's just one tiny seed But it's all we really need It's time to banish all your greed Imagine Thneedville flowered and treed Let this be our solemn creed Thank you, Ted. We say let it grow In Thneedville We say let it grow It's a brand new dawn We say let it grow In Thneedville We say let it grow It's a brand new dawn You done good, Beanpole. You done good. By the way, nice mustache.

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