#i mean not mine but with a super dope idea

[moonwaterstories]

On originality in writing

Sometimes, I see people say that everything has already been written. That you cannot come up with anything new at all.

So I'm here to say that I don't agree.

Firstly: only you can write things from your perspective, even when at the same point of time as some of the best living writers. Even if it has already been done, no-one else can do it like you.

And secondly: If you dwell on core originality, maybe you need to know that it is not always about writing itself... and that to "write", the craft of writing can be blurred sometimes. Also, the ideas to create a new form can come out of where you least expected them.

To give examples of works I find fascinating:

Cain's Jawbone (Torquemada, 1934) = pages in a wrong order, reader has to solve a murder mystery while arranging the pages correctly.

Gadsby (Ernest Vincent Wright, 1939) = letter E never once used in the whole book.

Three of codes (Jonathan Safran Foer, 2010) = book in which there are holes in pages so that they create new meanings as you look at the whole

Trhlina (Jozef Karika, 2016) = hypertexts inside the book to make the reader doubt if the written is true or not

I Have Said Nothing (J. Yellowlees Douglas, 1994) - hypertext, can be cyclic, you can choose storylines... -> makes every reader have a different experience

S. (J J Abrams, Dough Dorst, 2013) - where the real story is actually about the notes on the side of the book's pages

bathroom poetry - been here since forever, hovever: Caitlin Cook took it to another level in Conversations with strangers

blackout poetry - transforming finished texts; my favourite ever example here

experimantal poetry - my favourite ever example from Václav Havel here

six-word stories - like: "Wrong number," said the familiar voice.

Then, there are stories only using one-syllabe words. Or stories in which all the words begin with the same letter and such... I find them fascinating, too.

...What kind of "weird" form of art do you like? :)

...

interesting bonus, which I no longer see as literature, however, as art, I find hilarious: NeoNio (Jim Andrews, 2001, 2021 - x) - electronic poetry in sound and visuals

[imagionationstation]

*Throws more turtles at you and runs away*

And a litle bonus

TURTLES- Why does Mikey looks like he’s breaking the fourth wall in the last one. He looks like he’s playing narrator.

ARE WE MAKING EYE CONTACT-

1) "She saved me" I mean, objectively, he's not wrong XD He just doesn't have the right reasons in mine. Ah, Leo.

= New Girl In Town

2) SPLINTER! DONNIE IS GOING TO HAVE TO FIX THAT TV DON'T BREAK THINGS YOUR KID HAS TO REPAIR!!!

= The Noxious Avenger

3) All I'm saying is that KARAI was stalking the turtles 24/7 and that's how she ended up needing Leo's saving. Plus, most of the time it was only with the worst intentions, but no one's going to talk about that or how creepy it is. Is it because she's human? Or she's puuuurty? 🤨 

Sexism or specism, okay, pick a side /jkjkjk

= Enemy of My Enemy

4) The shift between The Super Shredder and Darkest Plight always jars me because they have the same conversation but slightly tweeked between episodes and it's like: WHAT'S THE CANON CONVERSATION WHICH ONE IS A LIE??

Or maybe they have the same conversation twice because of grief or disbelief. I don't pretend to understand turtle minds.

I love how in this scene shows just how much they've adapted to their roles when Mikey pops up and exchanges a subtle look with Leo who nods and then Raph smirks and Donnie watches them move with a calculated gaze because they're all on the same wave length and then Mikey distracts like he does best and hkjhkhgks GROWTH

= Darkest Plight

5) ...Donnie honey no don't look so sad *sad sounds* Raph coming in with that hand on his shoulder for comfort OH THIS SCENE-

= The Mutation Situation

6) GUYSER- GYSER? GY... GEYSER CAVE!! Also. Chimera ✨

= Eyes of the Chimera

7) Green gas room. Mikey be doing his thang.

= New Girl In Town

8) I originally thought The Crypt of Dracula but then I was like: April wasn't there. She was bitten. Soooo, space outfits! They're in space. When did they temple in Space? Oooooh-

SAVE THE MIKEY, RAPHIE! GO!

= Riddle of the Ancient Aeons

9) Yeah I can't sleep when I'm annoyed either, Mikey. BUT THAT DOESN'T GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO STEAL FROM DONNIE'S LAB WHEN HE BORROWED THAT FROM SOMEONE ELSE, MIKEY!

Donnie SHOULD be getting coaxed to bed and instead his nap is going to get interrupted so the sleepy kid can get YELLED AT

This is why this kid can't ever get his 8 hours.

Everything goes wrong when he tries to snooze!

= Bat in the Belfry.

10) 👏 I should👏 know👏 this 👏

But I cannot remember for the life of me what it is. HUmf.

11) I HAVE NO IDEA BUT I NEED CONTEXT FOR THIS PLEASE??

12) iT'S VIDEOS GAMES. BUT TRAINING! (Teenage turtles 🙄)

= The Arena of Carnage

13) Egyptian! I see Egypt stuff in that backgrouuuund!

= The Curse of Savanti Romero

14) Mikey is just so randomly awesome all the time. It really does him injustice to pretend like he's some depressed child who's constantly underestimated or mistreated by his brothers. "Mikey, you never cease to amaze me" like c'mon they know his potential.

His whole gig is "this shouldn't work" BUT HE MAKES IT WORK

He's just "super dope like that, fool!" jgdlkjgldfkjgldfk

= End Times

15) Room full of screens. "Not now DonnIe- ohhh, sorry Mr. O'Neil." Yep yep yep I'm pretty confident in this assumption

= Operation Break Out

16) Literally have no idea what this comes from. BUT HE'S CREEPING ME OUT NO NONONNNO- AHHAHAHAHAHH- I WANT TO STOP MAKING EYE CONTACT NOW-

[charmedreincarnation]

My experience with my waiting room 🌌🌌

What is a waiting room

Firstly, A waiting room is simpily just another reality within realities where individuals can transition between two different states of being. There are many variations of waiting rooms, but they all serve the same purpose – to bridge the gap between different realities. Personally for me as a permeant shifter, I will eventually make my current waiting room my new point of origin. That just basically means instead of going to heaven or coming back here after “death” or whatever I just go to my waiting room when I’m done with lives. But you can use it however you want, that’s just how I use mine. Or at least I will in the future. A lot of people use it to rest, learn, take mental breaks from various realities and etc :)! You can cater it to you however you like just as you would any other reality because that’s literally what it is.

My first shift to my waiting room

My first ever shift which I had no intentions of going to, was a waiting room of sort. I remember it was winter and I was balls deep into my seasonal depression and I was having a horrible time at work. I literally just wanted to die and I remember using a meditation to calm my crying down, and after a while I forgot about my emotions. I just asked the universe to show me anything atp to prove to me I’m not wasting my time with shifting and it does get better. After a while instead of hearing SpongeBob in the background I heard waves instead. I don’t know where the hell I was but it wasn’t my house anymore. I woke up at a beach, and I immediately knew it wasn’t a dream because I felt the warm sand on my body and when I got into the water, I felt the splash of my feet and saw my reflection clearly. Honestly I was experiencing vivid tranquility so I didn’t really care where I was. I just wasn’t sad or tired anymore. I ended up falling asleep on the beach for what felt like I couple of hours but before I did I just hoped I didn’t have to go to work the next day. Anyways I woke up back in this reality and well work got cancelled because of the weather even though it was not in the forecast. I don’t know if it was a random waiting room reality, or a wish void state of sort, but that was my first real out of body experience.

Anyways that’s not my real waiting room…

I became friends (online)with a sound engineer who got into shifting and wanted to use me as a test subject for a fool proof shifting subliminal using science and experiments. Well it obviously worked and I shifted to a real waiting room with intention! It was my first actual shift that I intended, and I was super happy. I spent a whole day there basically just exploring all my options. Switching the aesthetics of my waiting room like a phone case or something lol. I added various amenities, experimented spawning in people and various animals etc etc. after I came back I still had no idea what I wanted my waiting room to look like but I made this a problem for later tbh. It was a very enriching experience regardless :)

Here are the links to the subs btw sub 1, sub 2. you can also explore all the other subliminals he created, as he has a bunch !

after sometime I ended up meeting some super dope people who are all probably my twin flames and we have a group waiting room now. This makes more sense because it wasn’t the waiting room was that was the problem, I just don’t want to be alone and I love people! Plus I will spend a while in my wr and use it for essentially eternity so I’m glad I figured out my problem and filled it with awesome fulfilling people :)!

Anyways I know this wasn’t very long, vivid, or specific but I don’t spend much time in wrs as of now ..and very much use this reality as my break between realities. But if you have any more specific questions my asks are ofc open 💗

[antithetical-logician-the-nerd]

Day 24/100 of The 100 Days of Productivity Challenge

May 29th 2024

hey y'all.

sooooooo.

long time no see, but that defo doesn't mean i was ever not having productive days, in fact, my plate has been too full for the past whole week to actually be on social media for anything other than CHARLES' MONACO WINNNN!!!!!

but aside from this happy happy weekend (because FORZA FERRARI SEMPRE, IL PREDESTINATO VINCE!!!), i also started doing research(!!!!) and it's... a ton, but it's space-y, it's the theoretical concept of an aerospace project that we're designing and man oh man, shit is really DOPE (even better, the research idea that our supervisor accepted was MINE aaaargh the validation)

i also did a bunch of studying for my academic core subjects and classes but not enough i think, because i was distracted by the research idea and all that stuff, but we'll get on track soon enough. gonna leave may with at least 1600 mins of focus.

i did ace pretty much all the quizzes i had so far, tho.

my duolingo french streak is at 29 days which i feel super awesome abt.

found two irl f1 mates ah man the fam keeps growing im so happy *one of them is my research supervisor who's also a ferrari fan like aaah dudeeee*

made my bestie a max verstappen moodboard for his birthday and felt so happy doing that, altho it could've gone better had my wrist not been hurting the entire week

starting tomorrow we'll be returning to my usual format for this stuff.

alsooooo i'll be going home this weekendddddd im so happy about that

looking forward to june *even tho i'm prolly gonna melt in the heat outside, i've got nosebleeds like shit from being in the heat too long*

[decepti-thots]

ok so this sounds a bit outta pocket but re: the ask about the IDW1 Megatron origin comics...I'm actually just started to gather sources to use for my bachelors thesis in university regarding the super early IDW1 comics! Because I too find the outside political implications of that time FASCINATING. However I've been planning on approaching it purely from an 2000's american "look how weird pop culture and politics got after 9/11" angle. I'm genuinely really interested in your take on how Megatron: Origin so closely mirrors to the british miners strike in the 80's - I had no idea. So at the very least, take this ask as at least one person being very interested in that essay if you ever end up writing it!

Oh hey, so that sounds SUPER interesting, first off. A lot of idw1 stuff is definitely rich in its post-9/11 subtext- Costa's run in particular is FULL of stuff rich in that, plus All Hail Megatron, there is SO much there. That sounds dope!

Regarding Origin, I feel like it's one of those things where like. It's not even a take per se in terms of how widely it's understood in British fandom that's what it's making comically blunt references to, in the same way US readers understand when blatant war-on-terror refs are being made in pop culture aimed at them bc that's just the cultural default? This is one of those things where 'lol isn't it funny British writers did a load of Transformers comics' goes from jokes about dialect to discussions of actual politics; so it feels weird when a lot of the fandom has no idea what it's bluntly, even badly referencing. Yeah, Origin is very obviously a comic that exists as it does bc the Scottish writer knows about Thatcher and mine closures, like it's not deep in itself as a work (spoiler: as a comic it sucks lmao)- but it's impossible to read it in a country where that has been a cornerstone of our cultural memory for ~40 years as though it doesn't matter. It is just something so baked into the cultural understanding, it is taken for granted in my mind, ngl. That is like. That is what it's about. I mean what else would it be about. Yknow.

[themetaisfutile]

What's your most favourite class and race to play? Why? Least favourite? Why?

This answer is long so buckle up! Each TMiF member got to answer this!

CptTritium: My favorite is Pathfinder Paladin. I liked Paladins pre-3.5e because I like playing with restrictions, because paladins in pre-3.5e you had to be lawful good and live under the pact of a higher power which is really important considering the historical meaning behind the term. I like the idea of a holy warrior. I'm tempted to say gnome is my favorite race because… Well (group laughter). Honestly though all my favorite races and classes are the ones in the SRD, because I like playing in those constraints. Least favorite: (thinking) They all have their place, but I don't know, insert College of Creation Bard here? (laughter) For context the first time we played Curse of Strahd, Jade played a Creation Bard and killed Strahd with a bunch of books. Oh you know my least favorite race? The Ardlings from D&DOne or whatever they're calling it. Just make Aasimar better, don't just give them animal heads. I don't actually have super strong feelings about it though.

RosexKnight: My favorite class is Warlock, even though I'm not playing many in our games because I was trying to avoid doing my whole thing! (laughs) And the only one I WAS playing, died! Hilariously enough my favorite race is tieflings. I just really like them for their diversity in appearance. Least favorite: My least favorite subclass is the alchemist artificer because it could have been SO MUCH BETTER! And it's not! Compared to the other artificer subclasses. It's a decent enough support class becase you get some bonuses to healing, or when you do damage that's fire, acid, or poison.

Jademod: Favorite: Fighters and Rogues are both good for multiclassing, that's why I like them. One or two levels gives some fun variety and they have a good variety of subclasses if you go three levels. I'd thought wizard was my most played class but both times I've played wizard with this group it was a wizard/fighter because I'm a sucker for melee-based casters! (laughs) Least favorite: That's… A hard one. Maybe druid? I dunno I think they're cool, and I've played them and I will play them, but it depends. And (sorry Zen but) Ranger? I don't think they're bad I just don't like a lot of the ranger spells as much as other classes' spells. I don't DISlike the class it's just not my favorite class. I have played and will play ranger!

Ry: I gotta say my favorite race has gotta be dragonborn, because I'm playing Dungeons&DRAGONS and there's going to be an effing DRAGON. They're just fun because breath weapons are dope; you can have a direct line of fire or a giant cone. You turn your breath into a public service announcement! Class is where it gets tricky, because there's a lot of really interesting capabilities. Bard is a fantastic class because you can get really creative. But there's something about Barbarians, I've come to find, as a phenomenally fun class to run solo or mix in. No spells or anything, I just get mad and swing my axe or sword and it's that easy. But I am having fun playing warlock; get to use the best cantrip in the world, Toll the Dead! Eldritch blast is great but Toll the Dead has been fantastic. Least favorite: Monk. It's a good class, but for a class that's just for punching things it's just way too complex. It's just the one I like least. It's the getting going with them, and there's so much to manage.

Bluebrush09: I have mostly rogues, fighters, and wizards, and mostly humans for played characters. But I don't branch out much 'cause I don't really look at builds to play. Just go with whatever is character-fitting since most of mine are pre-existing.

ZenAquaria: My favorite class is the Cleric! Partially because that's the class I started with in the first CoS run with Spooks, my little grave cleric! I am a support player by nature, and the cleric has a lot to offer in that regard. Depending on your domain, you can be a frontliner, a back-of-the-pack support, a healer, crowd control; there's a lot of options. And I really enjoy multiclassing the cleric! Because they really can! (laughter) When it comes to race I don't really have a favorite either, that I've played? Which means I don't have a least fave either! But if you were to look at my collection of characters I've not yet run, that answer would lie with the drow, just by virtue of most numerous. I do really love the owlin though, because heyo, Spooks! Least favorite: As far as least favorite class goes, Iiiii… have not played the same subclass twice so that's really hard for me to pick because I haven't found one I just, did not like. I will say I do not appreciate how they have shorted the Beastmaster Ranger in costing them their action to command their pet, unless you have the Primal Spirit companion from Tasha's.

[thecicadasong]

An ode to MIA

“trying to find the one, it’s me you keep finding.”

Honestly, the profundity of this line is so beautiful, let me explain why using a Buddhist framework.

To put it simply, there is an awareness free of concept, which makes it free of dualism. Expressions of this awareness or supra-mundane consciousness appear as duality, but are always this one, non-conceptual awareness in essence. Buddhism then is really like physics, and regards reference frames. From the reference frame of pure awareness, all appears as non-conceptual pure awareness; from the reference frame of mundane-consciousness, however, there appears to be a me and a you; a mine and a yours.

A me is a you; the very act of saying me is the act of saying not you. If neither you or me is, then there is no duality. Another way to think of this is to imagine a world made entirely of green. In this world, there is only green and so there is no term for anything not green; there isn’t even a term for green because there is nothing to distinguish green from. It is only when there is something not green that we need to make a word for green; it is only when there is a you that we create the idea of me. Me then means not you, and you means not me; this is the creation of duality; the descent into ignorance.

So this line kind of explores the concept of seeking for the one, but finding duality; of seeking for non-duality but finding dualistic me/you. On another level, it regards that because all is one, there’s only ‘me’ that can be found.

Finding me is not finding the one which is all there is because me is dualistic me/you, but because there is only one to find, then all we find is me; cause we are one 🙄

“You trying to find the one, but it’s me you keep finding.”

She’s basically saying, “There is neither Jew nor Gentile, neither slave nor free, nor is there male and female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus.” - Gelatians 3:28

This line then could represent both the stupidity of searching for the one when the one is one and all, and also the complexity of desiring through lack to seek unity when such a way of seeking leads to the generation of dualistic me/you, mine/yours. Either way, the humbleness of dropping such wisdom in a song like this and having the profundity of what you’re saying go completely unrecognised is pretty dope. And as we’re one, as I admire MIA, I admire all that is and all that we are.

This may seem tenuous, but there are other line such as, “I’m the thing that suns imitate,” that incline me to believe she, or at least the person writing it if it isn’t her, are aware of the unity of creation. Mia in this moment is Krishna in the Gita saying, “I’m that unborn, undying that’s existed since before even the beginning of time.” She be having her I am god and all there is moment, and I genuinely fucking love that for her.

Or I’m just reading too much into it; in which case I’m super fucking happy for me too.

She’s also a literal lotus in the middle of a pond as the imagery for the song; which is like saying I am Buddha nature; Buddha nature is all there is. It ain’t subtle. If she was blue I’d have used an Advaitin perspective which also works lol.

[afriendlyood2]

In addition to previously written thoughts: (a dope vid to grab attention with me drinking ice coffee lol)

🤔 actually, I just think the whole ego vs super-ego or self vs society thing is a bit over escalated in general, because I usually see the two most radical positions on it (either you are in a flow - which means not necessarily being a validation-dependent slug conformist who may be also a bootlicker or such... but also sometimes being a popular opinion holder or even an influencer of a large crowd - just main point is you being with the flow of the crowd... or you are in a radical confrontation with society or even humanity... yet mostly nutnin in between of that smh) but mine which at first seemed to be the second one (a. k. a. a radically confronting individualist) is rather something like an IDGAF war enthusiast. I mean... I don't underestimate the power of society as an organism, both in his constructive and deconstructive type representation... Society can be good, bad or neither. Society can be needed by us to cling on or absolutely unnecessary...

Just what makes me rather an individualist then not - it can give you mind blurring and cognitive distortions. It's not really wise to ask a crowd on everything ever all the time tbh. Sometimes it's about your inner voice though. And your own intuition.

It's just that the major society nowadays has become so loud I wanna escape to a village in a cottage and sit there looking at the storks flying around cuz people enjoy to be a big collective judge today so much it's almost this episode of Black mirror with robotic bees which kinda sorta might lead humanity straight up nowhere in potential but in the we-are-fucked circle. I would love to pull the Decameron swag in the times of this metaphorical plague tbh and just run away: both physically in a village or not really physically - via headphones or earplugs or any other form of isolating self (for instance a social media accs shutdown). Cuz naw - I am not gonna be this Mr robot mumbling Fuck society on a rampage even though I know where his opinion comes from... I would rather be the person which is like "guys, I will light a candle with some dope aromatherapy oil and talk to myself cause I don't wanna give even a single fuck about your buzz and hustle, also I have like zero responsibility regarding where the society is going as I am not it's leader or such lol". It's not that I am gonna be an Andor running to Niamos either - usually that stuff doesn't work and the doom of your fate catches you anywhere - just the thing is that Andor is a proven kinda doomed main character sweetie which I am the fuck not so lmao... I may be in a narrative, but I am rather a monk NPC or another NPC who is sitting with some beer in the corner and tries not to lurk openly at the main narrative defining action sequence. Something Jaqen H'gar-ish lazy ass wandering around and chilling hard. I remind myself of some ironic fat domestic cat when I smile at the mirror too tbh.

Basically, I just don't vibe with the idea of always asking anyone about what I should do tbh, not that I don't need any kind of feedback - just sometimes this feedback is unnecessary and rather is forced. The whole 'we live in the society' pathos isn't about me because society is sometimes a privilege and a source of nice stuff so welp...

Sometimes I am stubborn to do things my way and listen to myself. That's just it.

[milkytheholy1]

Apocalyptic Love: Chapter 17: In Her Memory

Tmnt Masterlist. Ultimate masterlist. AL series links.

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"Casey!" Raph cheered, running up to the young adult and embracing him in a tight hug. You and Donnie trailed behind, an amused look on your face, "I never pitched Raph as a hugger," you hummed to Donnie. The genius rolled his eyes, "You'd be surprised," he laughed out, eventually making his way over to the pair.

"I can't believe it, what're you guys doin' here?" Casey marvelled, turning his attention to the Shellraiser to see if anyone else was getting out. Donnie shook his head, "I'm afraid it's just us,"

"Did Mikey and Leo-" he trailed off, voice going quiet at the implication. Raph bashed his side against Casey's, laughing loudly, "No they ain't dead, dummy, they're back in New York doin' their own thing."

"Mr genius here had the bright idea of spitting up from the others and making his own plan," you teased, arms folded over your chest. Casey turned to the new voice, surprised he hadn't noticed you before. With ease, he strode over to you and took your hand into his own, raising it to his lips, "I don't believe we've met?"

"(Y/N)," you stated, slipping your hand away from his own, cheeks blooming a light shade of pink. Casey pulled back, shrugging his shoulders at the light rejection, "Casey, but I bet you knew that from all the metal stories the turtles tell about me, huh?"

You wanted to laugh, in fact, you did, you all did besides Casey who looked on in confusion. Donnie wiped a tear forming in his eye, the cool metal of his finger cooling his skin, "You- you think we brag about you?" he couldn't keep the cackling down. Casey's brows furrowed, arms crossed over his chest and pout on his lips, "You mean to tell me you don't talk about me?"

"I had no idea who you were till a second ago," you admitted, honestly. Casey's eyes widened at the revelation, glaring at the brothers for their absentmindedness. Raph patted Casey on the back, using that grip to trail him into the house, "Forget 'bout it, Casey, we gotta lot of catchin' up to do."

---

You had brewed some coffee while congregated in the old-timey kitchen, it had clearly seen better days. The wallpaper was peeling from the plastered walls, some cabinet doors were missing or hanging precariously from their hinges and the lights flickered in a last-ditch effort to stay on.

Casey and Raph leant against the kitchen counters facing opposite to each other, both copying each other's stance: arms folded across their chests and legs crossed. You and Donnie, meanwhile, sat by the table, six chairs parked there but only one not covered in dust.

"You got a real...nice house here, Casey." you tried to sound positive, but with the state it was in, looking positive seemed pretty hard. Casey shrugged his broad shoulders, hair rising up with the motion, "Thanks, but it ain't mine. Used to belong to a friend of ours called April, we came here a few years back when things got dicey in New York."

"April? What was she like?" you had heard the guys talk about her in passing, the most you got about her was from when you and Raph briefly chatted in the dojo. Donnie looked down into the ripples of his coffee cup, heavily breathing and fingers shaking as the topic raged on.

"April was one of our best friends, she was so cool and her fighting was super dope! We used to go to the same school together, she'd tutor me on all the smart classes. I tried to teach her how to ice skate once, she couldn't even stand on two feet when we got there." Casey laughed, recalling the memory, "Let me tell ya, she may have kicked butt in a fight but on the ice, she was practically useless."

You wanted to laugh along with him, but the stillness in the room felt uncomfortable, tight around your neck. Casey unfolded his legs, taking nervous steps to distract himself, "She was with us- with me when the bomb went off back at Shredhead's lair, when I came to...she was gone."

The screeching of the wooden chair against the floorboards caught everyone's attention, Donnie stood straight, pushing further back and glaring at the participants of the room before stalking outside to the barn. You all looked at each other in shock, only ending once Raph sighed, "I'll go talk to him," he huffed and left to follow his brother.

You and Casey sat in silence for a few more minutes, too anxious to say anything. You flicked your gaze from the mug in your hands to Casey staring intently at the floor, lost in his own mind, "You any good at fighting?" you asked on a whim. Casey shook his head and looked at you, a confident smirk masking his sadness, "Wha- who'd ya think ya talkin' to? Of course I'm good at fightin', have ya seen these muscles?"

You held back a laugh, choosing a toothy smile instead. Standing from your chair with more grace than Donnie did, you approached the sink and emptied your forgotten drink down the drain, "Fancy teaching me some cool moves?"

"Duh?" Casey laughed, leading the way to the back garden. You hadn't really given yourself time to look around the place, feeling like you were just moving from one location to the other when the time called for it, but looking around the landscape of the garden brought a warmth to your core. Lucious, green grass coated miles of land, the edge surrounded by a forest, there was the aforementioned barn to the right of you and an old, beat-up car to the left.

"So? You ever raised a fist before or am I startin' with a noob?" Casey teased, rolling his shoulders back until they cracked, a satisfied sigh leaving his lips. You scoffed at his accusation, "Of course I've thrown a punch before, I live in New York."

Casey raised his arms in surrounder, backing away from you with a cheeky grin, "Calm down, was just askin'." You rolled your eyes and cracked your knuckles, a silent competition set by Casey, "Please, I've beat up more Footbots in the last 72 hours than you probably have in the last two years."

"Oh, gettin' personal now are we? Listen here (Missy/Mister), I've fought more enemies than you in the last 10 years than you've ever fought in ya entire life! Top that!"

You began to circle each other, fists braced by your sides and alert in case he made a move, this wouldn't be like fighting a Footbot; it would be way easier. "Tough words coming from a guy who wears sweatpants and a tank top," you teased, a dark grin on your lips. It was Casey's turn to scoff, brows furrowing as his fists tensed, "That's it!" he murmured, jumping forward.

He swung his fist at your face, you easily ducked and dived to land a swift punch to his chest. Casey swivelled around, growling and throwing another two punches; neither landing. You were light on your feet, hopping around him, ducking and diving, it was tiring him out. But Casey was relentless and still aimed to land a blow, he threw some kicks your way, you blocked the first one although was sent back a few steps by the other.

Looking back up you saw Casey darting towards you, a hockey stick raised in his hands, "Hey that's not fair, I don't have a weapon!" you whined, jumping back from his swings. Casey wasn't holding back, he didn't believe it was a fair way to fight, so every hit, every swing could cause some serious damage.

"That's a bit tough, sweetcheeks, life ain't fair!" while you were avoiding a punch to the face, Casey flicked the hockey stick with his other hand under your feet, effectively knocking you into the air and landing on your ass. A loud 'oof' left your lips, your palm made an instant move to rub your back to try and ease the pain. Casey threw his hand out to you, offering to help you up with a teasing smile, "Not bad,"

"But you won?" you said, dusting your ass of dirt and strands of grass. Casey swung the stick behind his back, keeping it in his hands as he showed off, "Yeah, but you put up a good defence. I bet with a bit more trainin' you'll be as good as me someday."

"As good as you? What about the turtles?"

"Pfft yeah, like you could do any of that." he joked, flicking a finger against your nose. You swatted his hand away, rubbing the sniffer with a pout, "I get why they never talked about you now." you huffed out, turning around to make your way back into the house. Casey stood out in the open, arms wide "Aw c'mon, there's no need to get personal!" he chased after you, your laughter echoing around the house.

----

"Dude, you can't keep stormin' off every time someone brings up April!" Raph yelled charging into the barn where his younger brother resided. Donatello was bunched up against the desk, his old desk, sat with his back facing Raph in the swivel chair. His arms hid his face from view, his breathing steady but Raph could hear his laboured breaths from the door.

"Everyone has those problems, everyone has lost someone, look at (Y/N) they lost their parents." Raph continued, finally getting a reaction out of the purple-banded terrapin. Donnie spun around in his chair, eyes in a teary glare, "So did we Raph, we lost Master Splinter!" he cried out, face red with anger and frustration.

"You don't need to remind me! I know what we lost, Donnie! I was there, we all were, but that don't give you the excuse to act like a moody bitch whenever they're brought up!" It was becoming an argument, Raph couldn't lie when he said it wasn't his intention to start one. Donnie stood up, pushing away from his chair and started pacing back and forth until Raph stopped talking. When the moment ended, Donnie made a b-line to his brother, pointing an accusing finger against his chest.

"Well, maybe I'm not over it, Raph! Have you ever thought about that? No, no one asked me if I was okay? If I was coping? You know what we did instead? We split up and I spent two years all by myself, trapped with these stupid thoughts!"

Raph stared at Donnie with wide eyes, not quite sure what to say back, he had no idea Donnie had felt this way. Silence hung in the air like a bad smell, Donnie panting hard, chest falling up and down in rapid successions after his outburst; it was a rare time when the genius had completely lost it. Donnie's eyesight was still on Raph, burning a hole through his head and killing his brain, but Raph didn't hesitate in his next actions.

He drew his arms from his side and wrapped them around his brother, drawing him in closer to his own body as they awkwardly embraced. Donatello didn't know what to do, he could only stand there and feel the odd warmth that ran through Raph and into him. Eventually, he fell into the embrace, wrapping his own long arms around Raph's shell, spreading the warmth between their bodies.

"I'm sorry," Raph murmured against him, pulling apart he kept a firm hand on Don's shoulder, "I- I didn't know you were sufferin' so badly, I should've checked on you more."

"Wow, that was an actual apology." Donnie didn't know what else to say, it was a rare occurrence for him to get mad but an even rarer occurrence to hear Raph apologise; especially in this day and age. Raph pushed himself away, heading to the barn door, "Don't get used to it," he huffed out, turning away; his brooding nature was back.

"Raph?" Donnie called from inside the barn, voice soft, a lone spotlight of sun shining down on him from the broken roof. Raph looked over his shoulder, brow raised in question, "I'm sorry too," Raph smiled at Donnie, leaving the door to the barn slightly adjacent; his footsteps growing quiet.

Donnie sat back in the swivel chair and looked forward at his desk, noting all the things he'd left there since his last visit those many moons ago. It almost took him by surprise when he noticed a picture frame, the whole thing blending in with the desk with the amount of dust it had on it. Picking it up with shaky hands, Donnie blew away some of the dust, when that wasn't enough he used the rest of his palm.

He gasped aloud, staring into her blue eyes and that charming smile that sent his heart fluttering. His fingertip traced the outlines of her face, his mind easily finding the memory of that day, he remembered it fondly. The picnic, the water fight, the songs they sang and of course, this picture. He placed it back down on the desk with the utmost care, a treasure uncovered amongst the trash, "I'll see you soon, April, I'll see you soon."

[wisteria-lodge]

lion primary + slightly burnt lion secondary (badger secondary model) (bird secondary model)

i hope you’re having an amazing day!! here’s my SHC dilemma:

i know my primary is lion, and it feels a little exploded, at that, but at least i know what’s up. but im still extremely confused about my secondary. i tried looking through other submissions, but i didn’t really find anything i vibed with 100%, but then again i have adhd and im really struggling going through all that text, it just kinda blurs together at some point

so, my secondary. taking the test, i always get burnt, often with a vague hint towards bird. at first i immediately adopted that and decided i was a burnt bird, but the more i go the less that feels right to me and i think it might be some sort of model.

Yeah. “doesn’t feel right.” Definitely see the Lion in your sorting.

working by elimination, im pretty certain im not a snake secondary. that ish doesn’t even sound real to me, i know there are people like this because i know a couple, but it’s just so weird to me that some people are just able to improvise so effectively, and seemingly change themselves like that, and they?? enjoy it?? it does sound dope, like i admire it, but wtf. 

Lion secondaries can get very *does not compute* when trying to get their head around Snake secondaries. I’m considering Lion for you. 

i do act differently in different situations or with different people, but i don’t think i have “personas” as much as degrees of awkwardness 

I see the burnt secondary. You’re definitely talking yourself down here. But the way you talk about “degrees of awkwardness” does make me think about the way Lion secondaries “change faces” by modulating intensity. 

depending on how much my anxiety is acting up, and the more anxious i am, the more i act like a doormat and revert to the proper manners i was taught, but like… that’s not me, and it’s not done on purpose, i don’t enjoy it. 

Looks like somebody’s got an unhealthy Badger secondary model.

it feels gross not to be able to act like myself, whatever the hell that is.

And you didn’t vibe with the Lion descriptions? This is the first time I’m reading though this and… very interested to get to the part where you talk about why you think you’re not a Lion. 

im also convinced im not a bagder - my mother is, and there are a lot of those in my community, so i was raised thinking that was the best way to be, an ideal to work towards, but it’s just not comfortable for me, i don’t wanna do it.

Yeah, this would that  unhealthy Badger secondary model you were talking about. ^

i don’t even think i *can* do it. i mean, “showing up and doing the work” is pretty hard with adhd, and not even the most efficient way of getting stuff done (at least for me), and thinking of the group and what i can do in that group is annoying. also i get that asking for help is important sometimes but it still feels like that’s just admitting i can’t figure out how to do it myself, which, yikes (don’t come at me i know it’s unhealthy)

Hey, breathe. It’s okay. Nobody is going to make you be a Badger secondary. Clearly you’ve spent enough time struggling under the weight of a model that doesn’t suit you, and now you’re pushing back against everything Badger extra hard. 

id rather find a group im a good fit for instead of molding myself to please others. 

See, that’s an exaggerated, caricatured way of conceptualizing how a Badger secondary works… but I’m not surprised that you think about it that way.

whatever i do, it needs to come from me.

… you’ve got a very loud Lion secondary. 

anyway im somewhere between lion and bird, and at first i thought i was a bird because i do in fact fricking love learning everything i can, i wouldn’t naturally call it “collecting”, i’m just doing whatever’s interesting in the moment

You mean you learn by improvising? :) Like a Lion? :) 

but sure, why not - i like collecting languages, knowledge about different cultures, books, music, space, countries, medicine, anything and everything, and i sometimes spend hours researching random stuff that im never actually gonna use “just in case im stranded in the wilderness and need to make soap” you feel? but it’s not actually because i think it might be useful (though i do get random bouts of anxiety over not knowing how to do certain stuff “in case” even though the probability id need them is infinitesimal).

Loving knowledge does not make you a Bird secondary. I’m hearing you talk about about a thing you do for fun, and - this is key - a thing you use as  a mechanism to cope with anxiety. ADHD can sometimes make you feel very scattered, going too fast, and your Bird is giving you [the illusion of] control. And I’m not going to knock that. The illusion of control is important. 

i just like knowing things and being able to use those things to do stuff. i wanna be “that guy” you can come to with the most obscure problem and they’d have some way of dealing with it. doesn’t that sound pretty bird?

Okay. Here’s the deal. You like Bird secondaries. You think they’re cool, and badass. Maybe you’d like to be one. But I’m still not at all convinced you are. I haven’t heard you use it to solve problems. 

but i can’t actually do that stuff. i think i used to, when i was a teenager? but depression and undiagnosed adhd kinda kicked my ass, among a few other things, and now i don’t really have the brain power for it and i feel like im not actually able to learn things as well, or to even think straight.

Wow. That is some burnt secondary talk. I can’t do things. 

(I promise you, people with ADHD have absurd brain power, and can learn things crazy well, although not in the same way as neurotypicals. You are right about not thinking straight, which I am interpreting as “in a straight line.” ADHD people think in webs and corkscrews and I love it.) 

 or if i did, i can’t learn as *many* things as i need to feel accomplished? which idk what you think but it kinda just sounds like burnt bird to me. 

Feeling like the secondary you have isn’t good enough can be a Burnt thing... but feeling like you need to manifest a specific secondary *more* (which is what this feels like) is usually a sign of a model. 

but here’s the thing. all of those sound real nice. and cool. and a good way of doing things, maybe even the “right” way, even though i know that’s subjective. but lion just feels more comfy, and idk if that’s because im a burnt bird modeling lion or if it’s smth else.

… you mean… like being… a Lion?

cause the “collecting skills and knowledge to solve problems” thing sounds cool, but it’s actually more just the first part that i vibe with? the part where i get to learn stuff! but when actually solving problems, i don’t usually think too long, i just vibe. i see where my instinct is taking me and i apply reason *after* that, or like, as a secondary, support thing. im not a dumbass either, im good at puzzles and logic problems, i can totally think things through and use my skills! but that’s not really how i approach problem-solving. i just jump into the situation and see what part of it is closest and start there, or what’s convenient, or what just feels right or nicer or whatever.

This is a perfect description of a Lion secondary with a supportive Bird model. Like a LOT of neurodivergent people (hi!) you built yourself some scaffolding using the Bird toolbox.

and on one hand it could be that im not confident in my skillset enough to do things the bird way, but on the other hand, thinking back to my childhood and teenage years, when i had better executive skills and i wasn’t as completely scatterbrained as i am I now (i was, but not as bad in some ways), i still did this? like, all of my major life decisions where made on the spot based on instinct and nothing else

I’m definitely seeing the Lion primary come though as well. 

whenever i have a problem of the interpersonal sort i just face it and talk to the person and don’t bother hiding or sugarcoating things even if it means hurting that person because i don’t want to lie or come off as something i’m not, when i need to work on a project i don’t bother planning, i just jump in and a strategy forms in an organic way as i go, you know what i mean? isn’t that what this “charging” business means?

Yes.

anyway i have no idea which one is a model and which one is actually mine. i love learning things but i don’t care about actually using them. i mean i like it, of course, but it’s whatever. planning is tedious and it kinda gives me validation because im meant to be “smart” and i guess planning is what smart people do, but it’s annoying and nothing ever goes exactly to plan anyway so you just have to pause and plan again or whatever, and that’s just so boring and frustrating??

I get that you like Bird secondaries, and I get that the picture of “smart person” in your head looks like a Bird secondary but just like… come on…

why not just do the damn thing?? and then what you have to do will be obvious anyway?? and sure, if you planned ahead, maybe you’d already know what you need to do and you’d have prepared it and you’d do it better, but who’s got the time for that?? i can’t use my brain like that! i need to live the thing before it actually feels real enough for me to think about solving it.

I have never read anything more Lion secondary in my entire goddamn life.

i hope this actually made sense and i gave enough relevant information, my head kinda feels jumbled right now. i mean it makes sense to me but i don’t know how this reads from an outside perspective. maybe i should have planned this like an essay or whatever lmao

thanks a lot for answering these & running this blog!!! it’s dope and you give really good insights and you’re just a super cool person!

<3 <3 <3 

[shinsorokiri]

MHA as YouTubers

Bakugou Katsuki Headcanons

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: IN HONOR OF OUR BOY REVEALING HIS HERO NAME, I decided to post his YouTuber headcanons. I literally love this idea for him, too. And I swear I’m not biased because I love gamers, no. Definitely not. Enjoy!

You thought Jacksepticeye was loud?

Wait til you watch BakuNO

Yes

That is his username

He made it when he was like 13 and angsty

And now he’s like 21 and angsty

And he acts like he hates it

But he refuses to change it

He loves video games

But only when they’re good

See he does gameplays

But along the way

He criticizes and reviews the games

He’s actually really good at it

Knows what he’s talking about

He very rarely doesn’t insult a game

But that’s also because no matter how good a game is

A game will always have its faults

And you know what sometimes that’s okay

And other times it… is not

And boy oh boy

Does Bakugou let you know

He’s actually really good at gaming

All of his friends make jokes that he sucks

But behind Shinsou he’s the best

Even better than Kaminari

He just

He gets so angry

So fast

And the only person really who knows why he is the way he is is Kirishima

He met Bakugou’s mom once

And said OUT LOUD

“Oh! Well now it all makes sense!”

“WHAT THE HELL IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN SHITTY HAIR?!” “KATSUKI HE IS OUR GUEST TREAT HIM WITH FUCKING RESPECT” “DON’T FUCKING NAG ME WOMAN I’M A GROWN MAN!”

Kirishima just stood there like :D

His expression changes from :D to D: real fast though when Bakugou makes him play one of his games with him

Going back to the games

Bakugou will play the occasional Smash Brothers

Or just a gameplay of something like Uncharted or Tomb Raider

For sure

He loves first person shooter games

And he prefers games that have a storyline

And violence

But his favorite???

Horror games

He LOVES them

“Because he’s fucking crazy!”

Kirishima’s words, not mine

He literally has a series of him playing Outlast with Kiri because without fail Kiri cries every episode

Because he gets so scared 

And Bakugou thinks it’s hilarious 

But he always makes it up to him afterwards by making him some dope ass food

None of his fans know that though

But they do lowkey ship them together 

As they should 👀

I mean it’s hard not to they constantly film together

Which is because they actually live together

But it’s still really funny to see Bakugou in Kirishima’s cute little animal videos

It’s also really funny to see him in a livestream and suddenly a bearded dragon is just placed on his shoulder

He doesn’t even flinch

This little lizard is basically his now

And he loves him

That doesn’t go for… all of Kiri’s animals though

There’s a video of Bakugou getting “attacked” by one of Kirishima’s snakes

He was f i n e

Just dramatic

But in all honesty

He 100% gets scared too

Sometimes they both scream at the same time

RIP headphone users

He likes to pretend things don’t scare him

But his actions betray him

One time when he was playing The Last of Us he didn’t notice a Clicker until it was too late and he just started shrieking and broke his controller

Kiri nearly called the police

He goes through a few controllers a year

Whether he breaks it cause he’s mad

Or just cause he gets scared

Or because of overuse

He always gets the same one without fail

No one would know he even broke them if Kirishima didn’t have a tally of broken controllers going on a whiteboard in their living room

Even though this mans is loud

And I mean

Loud

He has a devoted fanbase

He calls them his Extras

And God Bless Anyone Who Fucks With His Extras

He always loves when he gets tweets of fans with his merch

And he gets them all the time

He also does this thing where he drops in on Twitch streams that use the tag “BakugousExtras”

And sends the lucky fan any merch they want

And usually

They pick his video game accessories 

He has his own controller

His very own BakuNO controller

And it sells fast

Mainly because of the design

Doesn’t matter what console it is

The controller is always matte black

everywhere

with the exception of the joysticks 

Those are a bright orange

And the buttons have green accents

He even has an omage to his earliest fans

He got started on YouTube playing Call of Duty

And everyone always made fun of him for his obsession with the grenades

So for the Xbox, the X button is a grenade

And for Playstation, there’s a grenade on the touch pad

It’s super basic 

But also great

And you can best believe it’s the same way with his merch

Minimalistic

But wonderful

He also has a custom PC that he takes GREAT pride in

And yes

It has a grenade on it and glows orange and green

This man just loves himself some video games

He also loves his fans

But he’s emotionally disconnected

And he feels bad a lot of the time because he just kinda screams all the time

But his fans love him

And they know that he cares for them

His actions toward them show it more than his words ever will

[mikauzoran]

Lukadrien: Your Hands Hold Home: Chapter Fourteen

@lukadrien-june

Read it on AO3: Your Hands Hold Home: Chapter Fourteen: Pirates

Xavier-Yves Roth was actually a pretty decent guy once you got past the fact that his father had trained him wrong on purpose to be a self-absorbed, self-centered jerk.

Thankfully, Luka had done all of the hard work for the rest of humanity and had been teaching XY for several years how to be a better person. The result was that Xavier-Yves was now pretty tolerable. He was still occasionally annoying and not the sharpest tool in the shed, but he tried to be a good person, and, most of the time, he succeeded.

As XY hung around the Liberty and Adrien was exposed to him more and more, Adrien was surprised to find that XY was funny. Adrien honestly enjoyed going back and forth with him, trading jokes.

In an alternate timeline, Adrien even thought that they could be friends. Unfortunately, in the current universe, Xavier-Yves definitely had a massive thing for Luka, and Adrien’s own embarrassing crush on his housemate was only growing by the day.

Adrien had learned from anime that this “love rivals” status made a friendship between himself and XY impossible at this stage. Perhaps they could team up to thwart a third party’s attempts to steal Luka’s interest or maybe gradually grow closer if Luka rejected both of them, but, at this phase, they could only pretend to play nice in front of the object of their rivalry and secretly trade jabs behind Luka’s back.

“Hey,” XY whined as Adrien stole the last strawberry off of the communal plate on the makeshift coffee table. “That was mine.”

“I didn’t see your name on it.” Adrien smirked, reclining back into the couch cushions triumphantly.

“You’re mean,” Xavier-Yves sulked, crossing his arms and sticking out his bottom lip. “Six-Strings, control your pet.”

“Children,” Luka sighed, half in jest, half seriously, from the kitchen where he was cutting up more fruit. “Behave.”

Adrien stuck out his tongue. “I’m a pirate now. I take what I want.”

XY rolled his eyes, muttering, “Yeah, yeah. Rub it in that you get to live with him. You’re still just a G flat.”

Adrien blinked uncomprehendingly. “What? What do you mean a G flat?”

Xavier-Yves snickered softly, “If he’s a C, you’re a G flat—a diminished fifth.”

Adrien jerked back away from his rival, recoiling at the sting of his words and what they implied.

It was more than the words themselves. It was the fact that Luka and XY were close enough that Luka had told him what Adrien had said about Luka being middle C. It was that XY knew Luka’s Perfect Fifth nickname for Adrien.

It felt like a violation of something Adrien had thought was sacred.

“Now who’s the mean one?” Adrien hissed defensively.

XY shrugged. “All’s fair in love and war, especially when you eat the last strawberry. I love strawberries.”

“What are you two mumbling about?” Luka called to them, started to get worried at the comparative quiet.

“Strawberries,” Adrien responded, putting on a brave face. “We’re out, and XY wants some more.”

“Give me just a sec,” Luka replied, going to the fridge to grab another handful.

He washed them and placed them on the plate with the rest of the snacks.

“Here.” He set the platter down on the coffee table before taking a seat between Adrien and Xavier-Yves. “Don’t squabble. You two make me never want to have children.”

Adrien and XY collectively winced.

“Sorry,” Adrien murmured.

“Yeah. Sorry. G Flat was just being a mega jerk. Totally un-dope,” XY sniffed indignantly.

Luka rolled his eyes. “And you can’t ever let anything go, can you?”

“He was harshing the vibes,” XY argued indignantly.

“Prune, you’re twenty-two. He’s eighteen. Try to be the adult sometime, yeah?” Luka wearily scolded.

Adrien bristled, grumbling, “I’m not a little kid.”

“I didn’t say you were.” Luka playfully mussed Adrien’s hair in an attempt to smooth his ruffled feathers.

The placating gesture worked until Luka turned and started rubbing XY’s neck.

“Be good you two,” Luka commanded, a hint of pleading in his voice.

Moodily, Adrien snuggled up to Luka, resting his head on Luka’s chest.

Xavier-Yves retaliated by wrapping an arm around Luka’s shoulders and cuddling up.

Giving up on trying to understand the strange feud his companions had going on, Luka suggested, “Let’s watch the movie now, okay?”

“Sure,” XY easily agreed, starting to wiggle in excitement.

“Sure,” Adrien echoed unenthusiastically.

XY had been the one to recommend the film. He was into cars and wanted to show Luka what quality movies they made in the US (though, Adrien had no idea why).

Luka had acquiesced to watching one film from the series in order to humor his friend, and Adrien ended up crashing the watch party because like hell was he going to let Luka and Xavier-Yves get all lovey-dovey on the couch, watching the movie alone.

“This film is super ballin’. It’s my favourite out of all of them,” XY explained excitedly.

“Who taught you to speak French?” Adrien snorted, still feeling vindictive over the G Flat comment. “The Académie Française would have a heart attack if they could hear you.”

XY winced as if a bucket of cold water had just been thrown on his flame of enthusiasm.

“Pst,” Luka whispered, giving Adrien’s shoulder a gentle squeeze. “He’s not a native speaker, Angel.”

Adrien’s jaw dropped, and he sat up so fast he almost gave himself whiplash.

“Oh my gosh. I am so sorry.” He immediately attempted damage control. “I had no idea. Your French is really amazing. I never would have known. I apologize. That was really rude of me. Please know I was just joking, and I’m very sorry.”

Luka gave XY’s arm an encouraging squeeze.

Xavier-Yves shrugged, not looking at Adrien as he rubbed at the back of his neck. “Eh. It’s okay. I mean, people have been giving me crap about it my whole life, so I’m kind of used to it. I’m not good at languages, and even though my mom was French, I only had to speak English in America, so I never learned French until after the divorce when me and my dad moved here when I was ten.”

“Still, just because you’re used to it, that doesn’t make it any less wrong,” Adrien insisted. “It doesn’t make it hurt any less, so I’m really sorry for picking at a sore spot like that.”

Slowly, XY turned his head to study Adrien’s expression.

Xavier-Yves found sincerity there, and his smile gradually returned.

“Okay. Apology accepted.” He stuck out his hand for a shake.

Adrien readily complied, counting himself lucky for not having driven an even larger wedge between them.

Luka smiled, pleased at the development between his two friends.

It was then that Adrien vowed to be nicer to Xavier-Yves. He really wasn’t a bad person. In fact, Adrien begrudgingly liked him most of the time.

The only thing keeping them from being friends was their mutual feelings for Luka, and Adrien was beginning to see that a rivalry between Luka’s friends was not winning either Adrien or XY any points.

Adrien wasn’t a little kid. He could step up and be the mature one in this for Luka’s sake.

“So…shall we watch the movie?” Adrien suggested. “I hear it’s ‘super dope’.”

“So dope,” XY began to gush, giving Adrien the lowdown on the different cars used in the film.

Luka’s smile widened as Adrien and XY finally began to get along.

[calypsoff]

Sixty Two. Part 3

I laughed out at my mother texting me; she is screaming in my messages that she saw me on the news. Locking my phone still smiling, how life has changed me and fast, I was just a nobody and came out of jail and now I’m front row at the Grammys, sitting next to my pregnant wife that just so happen to be Rihanna, to me that is wild because I am with Rihanna but when I say Robyn I feel better. I am sat on a row with famous people, very famous people but like Jay Z is sat on the row behind us, I would assume that he would have been sat in front but here I am, a normal nigga sat front row “what was you laughing at?” Robyn finally finished gossiping, I thought I would have left her to it and let her finish her little conversation “my mom’s text me screaming about seeing me on TV, saying how proud she is and how beautiful you look. She is doing the most, so I was laughing at that” I’m still in disbelief that I’m sat here “I love Joyce, she is so cute” rolling my eyes as Robyn said that because my mother be doing the most “so when you performing? I am only here for you, team Rihanna?” Robyn poked her lips out and placed her hand in mine “I am performing soon, and then again later in the show, don’t worry it won’t be that boring. You’re here for me” shaking my head “I don’t find it boring; I find it do surreal. Like that I am here with you, I think when I see this and I see the love you get, to see people go crazy over you it comes back to me that you’re not just anyone, to me you’re Robyn you know that but when I am here seeing what I am seeing, you’re so loved. It’s amazing to see the love you get” Robyn cooed out “oh and I saw your ex in the back, look like he got slapped in the face” Robyn would look behind her to check, she is stupid “can’t see being that far back, only losers sit in the back” Robyn is right.

Clapping my hands as Frank Ocean won an award, this is very much draining like seeing the people go up and collect their award and so, and so on. I am just waiting for Robyn to get her ass on stage, feeling a kiss to my cheek and then Robyn wiped my cheek. Looking over at Robyn grinning “I am super proud of you; you have really just supported me and just been there for me. Also put up with me” biting on my bottom lip “having to put up with the both of you” placing my hand on her bump “hey, the baby is the innocent one here. Just me, I have been very much emotional and doing the most and I know that I have and you have put up with me” nodding my head slowly, this photographer and camera crew just came right in front of us “just act normal” Robyn said in a whisper looking at the stage, she said act normal but I ended up looking into the camera licking my lips, is it live or something, but I mean the camera would be facing Frank not me. Everyone started clapping and then so did I, I have no idea what they were saying but the camera left, and the photographer remained “quick picture he said” looking at Robyn “sir, you” looking at him “oh” I smiled awkwardly “I will be going now to get ready to perform, just stay here. Rorrey will be out ok? Rich is here” nodding my head “kill it out there” pressing a kiss to her lips as she got up from the seat, watching Robyn walk off. Her booty has definitely come out and I am not even complaining “you’re my sister husband?” looking down the row seeing Kaye speaking to me “erm yeah” I said smiling “yeah, yeah. You treat my sister good” nodding my head agreeing.

Putting up two fingers at the camera as Rorrey took a picture of us “I really find these award shows boring unless my sister is winning something, they drag. Three hours for what, like what the fuck am I doing with myself. Shall I send this to you, or you just repost?” Rorrey asked “I will repost, and I know. I understand now, I am like wen is this ending but Robyn is coming out soon, like now?” I am sure she is; I think LL Cool J is announcing Robyn on the stage “she seemed nervous to you?” all I do is speak through people’ speech but I be bored “erm no, she was excited. I think she said because it’s her last for a while, she is going to enjoy it and have fun. But people in this place are fake bro, you got to know this shit. They aren’t real, they are just full of shit. It’s all a game, Robyn just keeps herself to herself and it’s the best way you know” Rorrey is right, and I do believe him when he says it “oh I think it’s Robyn’ turn” I pointed out “right now one of the biggest popstars on planet earth, and possibly elsewhere. Please welcome Rihanna” LL Cool J said, my smile grew and the screams from around the place was sharp, clapping my hands as the paino played the intro. Squinting my eyes to see what she is wearing because I don’t see her wearing ref “she is wearing black” I pointed, her bump looks so hidden unless you look from the side “she looks so good” I smiled, I know personally she was nervous about this. That is really my wife on that stage “woo!” I shouted clapping; I am about to make all the noise.

“Not really sure how to feel about it, something in the way you move” I sang along with Robyn, I mean of course I would. That is my wife, and I am her biggest fan “she looks so amazing” I am super proud of her, standing up as soon as her last note finished “yes Robyn!” I clapped my hands loudly as I could, the crowd gradually joined in. A standing ovation and Robyn stood there awkwardly as she put her head down, not knowing where to put her face. She is feeling shy, and I do not blame her. She bowed her head and turned off “where does she go now?” I asked, do I go there to meet her or wait here “she will go backstage to get changed or come back here in just the new outfit” sitting back down, I just want to know that she is ok. That is what means the most to me, sitting back down on the seat “Robyn is invited to the afterparty, but she said she is going to decline but I really want her to go, she was already complaining about being tired” that sounds about right with Robyn, to complain about being tired already. So is Robyn coming back out or not, I am not even sure now, but I got Rorrey here with me.

Robyn and Rorrey changed places, she is back finally “took your time” Robyn is still wearing the black dress, she huffed out “I was so nervous actually, so nervous that I was sick backstage” my eyes widened, she didn’t seem it “really? You was that nervous? You didn’t seem it at all, are you ok?” how could I not notice that, but she looked fine “I have perfected the art of looking just fine Chris so don’t worry about it, I got on with it and I did it, what you think, did I do well?” nodding my head “amazing, a little scratchy here and there” she hit my arm as I laughed out “I am joking, stop it” shaking my head, Robyn and I are so deep in conversation that we didn’t realise that Rakim is on stage, for what exactly I am not sure. That nigga is tiny as hell “how you date a man so short?” I had to say it “because I didn’t wear heels when around him” good answer, I guess “here are the nominees for best contemporary album” he said “oh god, really. I hope I don’t win now” Robyn sat back “what do you mean?” she was going to turn to me but there is a camera right there “is this your category?” she nodded her head, this is messy. I feel like this was done on purpose, frowning at the screen trying not to scowl too much but this is fucked up.

The crowd clapped as the videos ended “lot of good contenders in this category” I will knock his little ass out “and the winner is” clenching my jaw hoping my praying she misses out, I rather she misses out then her go up there to that nigga. I am annoyed as hell “the beautiful Rihanna” I sighed out, it would be her. Looking over at Robyn as I got up and clapped my hands, clapped more in anger then anything “congratulations” I said as Robyn hugged me, I guess she got to put a show on now. Robyn walked off to go to the stage but there is steps she needs to go up, going around the cameraman and going up behind Robyn “let me help you up” I said, holding Robyn’ hand as I walked up the steps with her “thank you baby” not going to lie I am sweating knowing everyone is staring, jogging back down the steps and making my way back to the seat. Looking behind me, Robyn gave him a hug, she hugged him. I hate that nigga, sitting down in a huff “wow, another Grammy” she giggled “thank you, I just want to thank my team. They have been tirelessly working day and night for me, to get this album out I had to move the team in the home, and it was a different feel. I want to thank god for blessing me in so many ways” she pointed at her bump, the crowd cheered “and my husband for putting up with my hard working schedule and the moments where I am away and having to deal with a lot. He made me a mother and a wife all in one and I think this is a good maternity leave present” Robyn laughed “thank you” clapping as she walked off.

Pulling a face seeing Rorrey “you back again?” where the hell is Robyn “she is performing again nigga, you got me. Smile” side eyeing him, it’s a break right now “I was about to go and see some of the OVO niggas” Robyn probably couldn’t be bothered to come back out after the award collecting, making my way towards Drake “you walk so slow, like the break is literally over. So are you coming to the afterparty?” Drake asked “erm no, I don’t think I will be. Why, anything good happening” I mean he did ask “just was asking, so what do you think to you coming to Canada, play some basketball and hang out. Kyrie is coming, we can just hang out? Also I have some gear for you too, pick it up” that sounds so good “your house is dope as hell, I am coming. You know that I will, and if Kyrie is there I am there, I don’t want to break your ankles now. I need some real ass basketball platers” Drake pushed me “shut up, it was one mistake but cool. I will text you the date, better sit back down now” they starting again, I kind of get what Rorrey means by this shit being so long because I am tired as hell, this is for Robyn of course.

Squinting my eyes, there is Bruno and some white man on stage, and I refuse to get up because I just like to see Robyn. Bopping my head and Rorrey laughed out “I noticed it, you always start moving when the camera comes around” I chuckled “you notice, I just need to look happy. These shoes are hurting my feet too, I think Robyn is coming out. Getting up seeing my beautiful wife, she has arrived to make the stage even better. I wolf whistled “she looks amazing” bopping my head smiling, I probably look so whipped, but I don’t care “could you be loved” I sang, this is actually amazing that I have forgotten about my feet hurting. Squinting my eyes, Robyn better calm her ass down dancing like that on stage “she ain’t letting no baby get in the way” Rorrey said, he is right, but she needs to not do that, but she is.

It took me forever to get backstage, like so fucking long. They wouldn’t let me or even Rorrey there until weird enough, Jay Z helped us. He was like I know these two, the security guard was racist, I am just saying that. He knew who we was, he tried to make out we can only be in the crowd like I was a damn fan, I was getting annoyed and then Rorrey was too until Jay just came out of nowhere and said one word, now we here “I was calling you, what happed?” she is calling me but there I was trying to get here “little sis, we was trying too. Security was trying to make out we was fans, Jay had to help us” sitting down next to Robyn “aint there no slides here? My feet hurt” leaning down untying my laces “don’t do that, honestly it makes it worse. Just let’s go home, there is no slides here” I guess she has a point “you had to hug your ex?” I had to say it “it was not a hug, it was more like a awkward one, just a side one. I had too, I gave the other guy a hug, it was nothing. I literally gave you a shoutout so don’t” she has a point, but I dislike that nigga “true but I just want to say, how proud I am of Robyn, she killed it out there and then won an awards, now it’s time for you to relax. Enjoy the pregnancy, it’s your time twin” placing my arm around her “awww thank you poppa” besides that shit I am proud of Robyn.

[the-bangtan-boys]

'⭐ ult group tag;

i was tagged by the cutest sweethearts @kooseokss 💓 & @joonni 💓 to do this tag! thank you cuties ahhh! I LOVED READING YOURS! it's always so lovely to get to know you better 🤍🥺

[rules: answer the following questions for your ult kpop group]

here is mine 🥰💫;

1. who was your first bias?

namjoon 🥺🌱

2. who is your bias now?

namjoon 🐨, taehyung 🐻 & jimin 🐥

3. what was the first mv you watched by them?

idol

4. what's your favorite mv?

okay i can't just name one 🥺🙊🙈 .. on (both versions), blood, sweat & tears, mic drop, spring day, dope, war of hormone, i need u, fire, boy with luv, dynamite.... 🤍

5. if you could listen to one of their songs for the rest of your life, which would it be?

this is pretty hard and i thought about that a lot .. maybe either life goes on (because it's such a comfort song ☁️) .. or dna/best of me .. cause they always make me happy whenever i hear them 💓

6. who would you want to see them collab with?

ohh i mean there would be plenty artists who would make me super happy if they collaborate with them but... mhhh idk...i think also just them would be enough for me .... if i should pick- maybe lany, cheat codes again or the weeknd & (my heart also still wants a gotbangtan moment but- 🥺💓)

7. what (mv) concept do you want to see them do?

dark concept or like blood, sweat & tears; maybe also a kinetic manifesto film like for on again; hyyh maybe ??? 🙈

8. have you ever had a dream with any of the members in it?

yes just recently i dreamed that i met tae and jin (both dressed bv season 3 like) in a supermarket and casual chatted with them, i asked tae to sing me 'fly me to the moon' and he sang it for me 🥺 + i think maybe 1 or 2 other dreams but i can't remember

9. if you could spend the day with one member, who would it be and what would you do?

namjoon (we would go to a park, chill at han river, maybe also hiking, walking through a forrest or just bicycling 🚲🌱🌿🌅)

or tae (i would love to visit an art gallery with him or an old record store or something like that (i'm not that good with my knowledge of art but i bet it would be super interesting to learn all these things from him, maybe also painting together 🥰🎨)

or jin (i just had the idea that i also would love to go on a party trip with jin omg hdhjg that would be so hilarious and he would make the silliest jokes 🙈🙊😅🥳 & also partying with entire bangtan would be amazing- ....!!!)

10. which member do you think you could get along with best?

tae, hobi, jk and namjoon (?)

11. which member do you think you would argue with?

maybe jimin? idk why I LOVE THIS FAIRY ANGEL but idk why i just had this thought 🥺😂 also maybe yoongi- whenever i would want to do something and go out and he would want to stay home 🙈

12. if you had to let one member scroll through your tumblr, who would it be?

jungkook- i guess he would have some perfect ideas how to make my blog even cooler (theme, header whatever), i bet he would be even a pro in these things 🙊🥰✌ + maybe he would laugh hahahah, that would be okay 🙈😂

💓 i'm tagging: @svenery @rosereddawns @asunflowercalledjimin @springkitten @ourseokmin @madeitwang @mystically-mysterious @cherryjk @utopiajeon @marvelousbangtan @07lov @alovelyalien @starlightkosmos @vminsos @dixmond-taurus

[kinghoranshit]

Tell Me A Lie (NH) Ch 5

Word count: 1455

Warnings: kissing, softness

A yelp left me as I rolled off the couch, which was followed by a groan. I rubbed my forehead that had hit the leg of the coffee table and squinted at a curled up Niall.

We really fell asleep on the couch. 

The TV held the “are you still watching” screen for who knows how long. I found the remote to turn the TV off, then I sighed as I looked at Niall. He was now stretching out, cracking his muscles, and yawned. As he sat up, he wiped his face before he looked up at me. 

“Good rest,” he mumbled. 

I laughed, it came out hoarse and I coughed in an attempt to clear my throat. “Yeah, definitely.”

He looked like he was about to ask if I was okay, but he stood instead. “Breakfast before or after we get ready?” 

“That’s-” 

“No, it’s not. You choose.” Niall shot me a look. 

I vaguely rolled my eyes. “Uhm… How about after.” 

He smiled. “Perfect.”

I grabbed my stuff before following him upstairs and he lowkey dropped me off. He tapped his hand on the trim as he awkwardly leaned against it. “Hey, what’re you planning to wear today?” 

“Depends on the weather outlook I guess.” I shrugged. “Why?” 

“I…” He coughed into his hand. “Thought we could match a little.” 

I couldn’t help the laugh. “Adorable. Well, uhm, let me check the weather.” The screen lit up once I’d lifted it and unlocked it. The weather was supposed to be cooler today. I could get away with a sweatshirt look. I took out my vintage, navy golf sweatshirt, white tennis skirt, white crew socks, and tan sneakers. 

“I think this is what I’m gonna wear.”

He smirked. “Okay, I think I’ve got something to match. See you in a bit.”

I nodded. “You too.”

Internally I cringed after he was gone. You too? What the fuck was that? I tried to not overthink it as I ran a shower and quickly cleaned up. I blow dried my hair before I pulled it up into a messy pony, then clipped my slight bangs back with two small pearl barrettes. I didn’t have the energy to try super hard on my makeup, so it was a simple concealer, light brown eyeshadow, and peachy tinted balm kind of day.

When I looked at the fit in the mirror, immediately all the negative thoughts ensued - the most present one being that I was frumpy. It was meant to be. I had to remind myself that, and even if it wasn’t, being frumpy isn’t a bad thing. Like most people, my style was inspired from photos on pinterest. I wouldn’t even pretend that my outfits were original if someone asked. But I did enjoy my clothes so that’s what mattered. 

My mini backpack matched my sneakers, which were louder on the stairs than my barefoot feet. I cursed even though it was literally just Niall and I, and we were both awake. Whistling sounds from the kitchen and I swifted in to see Niall dancing in front of the stove. 

I held back a laugh. “Breakfast and a show? I’m getting the five star experience around here.”

Niall wore one of his own golf crewnecks with white shorts and white Nikes. It was way more reminiscent of the days before they disbanded. Though his style hadn’t changed much since then. He looked… good. 

He turned off the burner and shook his head. He plated scrambled eggs and avocado smeared on some sort of bread, then slid one of them to me. “Don’t worry, it’s dairy free.”

My heart fluttered. I nodded. “Thanks. Looks delicious.” 

***

Niall and I walked down the main of Melrose, hand in hand. I tried to focus on Niall as we walked. Dirty looks seemed to project in my direction. Social media was easier to handle to be honest. 

Despite how delicious breakfast was, my stomach rolled in itself with nausea. I found myself humming a small tune to distract myself.

“What’re you humming?” 

I glanced at Niall, flushed, and stopped. “It’s nothing.”

“Let’s not play this game, Kelly. What is it?”

I sighed heavily. “It’s a… It’s a song from one of the story playlists.”

Niall brightened up. “What song?”

I cleared my throat. “Superhero by Lauv.”

“Oi! I love that song. It’s a bop.”

“Agreed… It’s not for the Stone Cold series. It’s an individual project.”

He opened his mouth, but I cut him off. “No, I’m not sure if it’s something I’ll share with the public. It was originally a shits and giggles purge Tumblr fic, but then I decided to rewrite it as an episodic screenplay.”

“I can’t say it’s something I’d enjoy, but I’m sure there are a lot who would.” His phone buzzed so he pulled it out to check. His hand squeezed around mind and he slowly came to a halt. 

His eyes gazed into mine. He rested one hand on my cheek and the other on my hip. I tried not to look or feel confused; it wasn’t working. I was still unaware when the hired paps were going to be nearby, but they must be now. I attempted to put on a show smile, taking a step closer, and rested my hands on his torso as we leaned in for a kiss. 

His soft lips so carefully touched mine. His hand snaked to the back of my neck and the following kiss was much more passionate. Then they were gone. 

I was stunned. That seemed way more than a friendly kiss. I didn’t have much time to process as Niall entwined our hands again and pulled us toward a store as the paps “swarmed” us. When we were in a more secluded area of the Gucci store, I tugged him to a stop. 

“What was that second kiss?”

“I don’t really know… It needed to be believable.”

I snorted. “Well, that felt pretty damn real.”

Both of us fell silent, and he tapped his fingers on the display table. “It… Wasn’t. It was just for show. Did you want anything in here?”

I raised my eyebrows. There was definitely a better answer than what he gave me, yet it was a can of worms that didn’t need to be opened. I cleared my throat. “I can’t afford it.”

He lightly smirked. “Melrose is full of luxury stores. It’s on me. We could get something matching?”

“Nialler, that would be crazy.”

“Crazy fun, you mean.” His eyes sparkled as he bit his bottom lip. “Come on, let loose!”

I overlooked him a few more seconds, just to antagonize him. Finally, I sighed. “Fine. But not from here. No one would believe you bought something from Gucci, even for me… What about Versace or Burberry? They’ve got dope trousers and accessories.”

He shot me his look with one eyebrow cocked. He didn’t say a word. 

I rolled my eyes. “You know I’m on pinterest a lot.”

“That… sounds ideal.” He reached his hand out for me to take. “Let’s do it.”

***

When we returned to Niall’s mansion with bags of belts, shirts, and trousers that evening, we covered news articles and social media. All used the few photos taken, the star being the second kiss and it looked very much… believable. Modest! sent praising emails for how well this first outing was. It was an odd appraisal. 

“Hey, what if we went to a couple bars tonight?” Niall suggested. 

“Will there be any dancing involved?”

“Nnnn- yeeesss,” Niall answered by gauging the emotion on my face. 

I laughed under my breath. “I love a good club if you’re down. We can always save it for tomorrow night. Saturday might be better anyway.” 

“It’s LA, Kelly. Every night is a good night to drink and dance. That life never dies here.”

“I can’t tell if that’s a good thing or a bad thing,” I admitted, narrowing my eyes at him.

He pecked my cheek. “I’m Irish, of course it’s good. Leave in an hour or so?” 

I hesitated. “I… How about tomorrow night? Today was a lot to be honest.” 

He nodded. “Yeah, yeah! Whatever you want. Any ideas for dinner?” 

A small smile spread on my lips. “Tacos?”

“Sounds good to me,” he replied. “I’ll get it set up.”

“Thanks.”

I snuck upstairs to the guest bedroom and flopped down onto the bed. My body sunk into the jersey soft comforter and I let out a tired breath. Lazily, I scrolled through all my notifications, replying to all the text messages from my friends and parents. They all bought that Niall and I were legit. Obviously that’s good, but also it leaves a terrible taste in my mouth. 

Next: Ch 6

[Masterlist]

[silverxenomorph]

Would it be cool to ask for more of your UV headcannons? I think they're honestly super dope??? (And a full journal like that would honestly be awesome? If I had your artistic ability I may just do something like that lol!) (From here I low-key started to ramble lmao? Would miners have UV tats? Sorta as a way of helping to identify them when it's so dark underground/be visible as their own mecha even though visibility is nixed? (Even in sorta a stick and poke tat way? Miners giving them to each other as a sorta bonding experience? And maybe it's signs of life's experiences? So, let's say a miner just transfered from another colony, they'd get half of the tattoo done somewhere on their frame and then his new crew would finish it? Major life events, celebration of a new amica/conjux, etc.

OR

Instead of UV tats, they're sorta glow in the dark-eske? So they have a sorta, oh hey I got to go up into the sunlight and recharge my tats? The stronger the glow the more recent they had been able to leave the mines?

(then imagining pre war impactor and megatron doing each other's tats, maybe Meg's writing out his favorite parts of towards peace in impactors shoulders, and impactor actually being very slow and particular on his pieces just because he doesn't want to mess them up.)

Go, Ramble! It’s how the best Ideas are born!

I can see that the earliest Miners had UV markings, and those Forged or born miners would still have them and the ability to see them, but as Cold Constructed Miners began to replace them in the work force other types or markings started popping up. But UV requires some sort of permanent light source to work, It wouldn’t have been anything more than decorative/ or inaccurate locating purpose - something airflow and sensor crest would be more useful for.

Things like Chemiluminescence (chemical), Phosphorescence (light charged glow), Radio-luminescence (Radiation) glowing and highly reflective paints would take the place of UV tattooing. I think Chemo and radio glowing would be more prevalent as neither of them require a light source in order to grow, only the chemical or atomic level interactions within the substances (Cybertronian versions of the Radium Girls is a sad but likely reality as mine operators tried to find the cheapest, less deadly radiation to use in paints). Megatron’s ‘sunflower’ crest would be phosphorescent and because of his mixed origin in IDW (Forged spark in a CC frame) he may even have rudimentary and faint UV.

Tattoos would absolutely be used to tell the story of a mech in the mines. They’re always being pushed to work more, socialise less and a Tattoo could tell someone all they needed to know about a transfer without the need for a long introduction. And as such those tats would have been done by other miners. Sure they could spend the credits on a topside UV tattooist with their own pigments (Tattooists in heavy industry areas would cross train for both UV and other pigments - more work opportunity!) but getting your Amica, Creator figure, Elder or Conjunx to tattoo you instead has greater meaning. Only those who don’t have those will go to a topside tattooist.

And if you’re getting a miner style tattoo it’s going to last a great deal longer than a UV one. Miner Tats are meant to last.

Bonus: Also Imagine a UV marked mech going to a human party with other mechs who can’t see UV (We humans love our black lights) and getting surprised when the black lights at the party light up their markings!