#i don’t think u understand. WHOOPIE

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OCTOBER                           2021

 THE RIB PAGE

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We miss U Charlie Watts!!

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The Stones performed at a private party for Patriots owner Robert Kraft of all people. The test run looked like just that. Shark jumped. I am becoming disillusioned.

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SNL is back with Owen Wilson as first host of season 47. Kacey Musgraves is the musical guest. Episode 2 will have a ridic choice for host. Halsey will sing. I suppose $ is power with the Kardashians. I could think of about 10 million other people to host but more and more Lorne goes for the shiny object , what he THINKS people want instead of taking risk. Beck Bennett is out.

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Is everybody watching the Amber Ruffin Show?? I loved her before but now… I learn so much from her show. Sometimes it takes a comic to get to the real serious shit. For example: Have you heard of drowning towns? Towns like Oscarville, Kowaliga, York hill, Seneca Village, Prentiss and countless other black towns that were drowned out to make lakes for the local whites. Central Park was also made after a black community was erased from history. Development displacement? Alleyway dwelling authority? Even those rabid for history can find out new things everyday. Thanks Amber!!

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Bob Woodward and Robert Costa are finally giving us Peril !!!!!!  I’ve been waiting!!** I was in political nerd heaven on Sept. 24 when Yamiche hosted Robert, Bob and Weijia Jang on Washington Week. All of my favorite pundits all together at one table, my dream team!!

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Iman looked great at the Met Gala!! Other great looks belonged to AOC, Tessa Thompson, Maluma, Helen Lasichanb and Pharrell Williams. Gigi Hadid, Kiki Layne, Ashton Sanders, Hailee Steinfeld, Kehlani, Zoe Kravitz, Michaela Cole, Lili Reinhart, Kate Hudson and Shai Gilgeous- Alexander were great. Whoopi Goldberg seemed a bit off.

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Jason Isbell is back with his latest offering, Georgia Blue.

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I see a lot of Title Max type establishment are closing down. Are they a thing of the past? Let’s hope.

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Law and Order is coming back to NBC for season 21. Dick Wolf will own 2 entire nights of television. Some of the old cast is reported to be returning.

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Britney Spears Father was suspended as her conservator.

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Timothy Chalamet, Rowan Atkinson, Sally Hawkins and Olivia Coleman will star in Wonka.

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The 2022 Super Bowl halftime show will bring us Snoop Dogg, Eminem, Mary J. Blige, Dr. Dre and Kendrick Lamar.

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People are doing test runs for school board positions to see if their political ideas will play well for the big leagues. If they don’t seem to work, at least they can sometimes change the rules in their own area.

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Joe Rogan got Covid.

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Lake Michigan beaches were closed down thanks to a US Steel plant chemical leak.

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Is this country the master of endless administrative work?  None of us should have been surprised at the red tape that the slowed down the end of the war in Afghanistan.** Uber donated 50k for rides and meals to the Afghans when they arrive.**And why do so many waste taxpayer $ on useless recounts and recalls when people need real help with food and healthcare? They must really hate humanity.

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R. Kelly was found guilty of 8 counts of sex trafficking and 1 count of racketeering.

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Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. – Dwight D. Eisenhower

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Texas has put a law into effect to allow most Texans to carry open without permit or training.

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Texas has banned abortion at about 6 weeks. Uber and Lyft will pay drivers legal fees if sued under Texas abortion law. Lyft donated $1mil to Planned Parenthood. ** Look for the ruling in the Mississippi law over Roe V. Wade in June 2022.**Hear us roar!** BTW.. Go Jen Psaki!!!!!!!

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They seriously banned plastic straws and abortion before assault rifles? – Eden Dranger

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Please stop banning abortions, the last thing the world needs is more Americans. –Sarah Beattie

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Women don’t inseminate themselves. Vasectomies are reversible. Should every man have one until he’s deemed financially and emotionally fit to be a Father? – Bradley Whitford

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90 year old William Shatner will go to space for Blue Origin.

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The Q Anon Shaman pled guilty to a felony for obstructing the Electoral College proceedings. I say 20 years and a $250K fine.** 600 others have been indicted.

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Days Alert: The Beyond Salem thing was ridic but it was so great to see some old characters.  Days is so great at visiting old family. Who can resist Shane, Austin and Carrie, Billie and the old Kristen? I do wish that Peacock would get their kinks out!! Back to the real Days: Are we smelling an Emmy for Susan Seaforth Hayes and Bill?? ** Good to have Abigail back. It is always fun to wonder which actress and or personality it will be. ** Deidre Hall got her star on the walk of fame.**And just in time for Halloween, the Devil is making a comeback. The end of the year in Salem is always the best!! It is so brave to give the 96 year old man the old switcheroo into the Dark Lord.  It was fun to see the grandkids discover Grandma Marlena’s story. Delicious!! Hail Satan!!** It is past time for Tate and Teresa to come back to town. Brady needs to be put in his place. And thanks for the Philip and Chloe flashbacks!!

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The breakdown of the vaccinated: 90% of Atheists, 86% Hispanic Catholic, 84% Agnostic, 79% White Catholic, 73% White mainline protestant, 70% Black mainline protestant, 57% white evangelical. 1 in 500 Americans have died of Covid.

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So Mike Lindell and Jim Baker have teamed up to sell children’s Bible pillows.** Piers Morgan has returned to the Murdoch organization by joining Fox. That sounds about right.

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Please stop saying the vaccine does not have severe side effects, I took my shots and now I’m alive and have to keep working. –Mohand Eishieky

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In theatres Oct. 22: The French Dispatch.** October also brings us a new season of Curb your enthusiasm and Oct. 17 will catch us up on Succession. Whew!!!

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So people under conservatorship are not free to marry who they want? What?

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46% of Americans believe in ghosts.

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Simone Biles, Mckayla Maroney and Aly Rasiman testified at  the Senate judiciary hearing about the FBI’s handling of accusations against Larry Nassar and it was eye opening!

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We wanted a no -nonsense Dem who pushes on and does not puss out.  I am a bit surprised to see we have it. There are so many pressing issues that I hope Biden works a bit more on Haiti though.

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The National Police Act was passed to celebrate cops. Still no police reform.

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John Mulaney and Olivia Munn are going to have a baby.

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The Emmy’s were a little different this year with more of a Golden Globe look.  Cedric the Entertainer hosted with Reggie Watts as DJ. Lots of minority noms but barely a win. It was a white people night. Ted Lasso had a great night. Mare of Eastown took home a few with Evan Peters, Julianne Nicholson and Kate Winslet. Now, Kate is great but how did Anya Taylor- Joy not walk away with that? Queens Gambit did win a couple and gave the longest speech with the seemingly arrogant director Scott Frank who opened up 2 page acceptance. Categories were tough but I was routing for Renee Elise Goldberry and Bowen Yang but perhaps next year. The people in England who had their own party for all the statues that the Crown won seemed to be having more fun! Hacks won for writing and directing and Jean Smart!! It was nice to see the Norm Macdonald love which was barely mentioned by Lorne but celebrated by John Oliver. Colbert ‘s election night special won as did JB Smoove. Hamilton won and Debbie Allen got the big one. I do not understand why real singers and or musicians have to be there for the in Memoriam. It takes me out of it a bit and concentrates the focus on them. Do they think that people will pay attention more? Do they want to keep the home audience or live audience from the bathroom?  My best dressed were Anya Taylor-Joy, Michaela Cole who won for I may destroy you, Jean Smart, Josh O’Connor, Kathryn Hahn, Billy Porter, MJ Rodriguez, Keenan Thonpson, Leslie Odom Jr., Catherine O’Hara, Trevor Noah, Eugene Levy, Keri Russell and Matthew Rhys, Bowen Yang,  Anthony Anderson, Leslie Grossman, Amber Ruffin, Allyson Felix, Renee Elise Goldberry, Samira Wiley and Rege- Jean Page. My worst were Sarah Paulson, Gillian Anderson,  Beanie Feldstein, Elizabeth Olsen and Aidy Bryant. To me the best part of the show was the enthusiasm of Conan and the way he injected himself into much of the evening .He was the show.  Go Conan!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Next year there must be some Emmys for Sarah Paulson and Cobie Smulders in Impeachment!!!!!

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Oh Boy!! The Eyes of Tammy Faye!!

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Looking forward to the Electric Life of Louis Wain with Benedict Cumberbatch and Claire Foy.

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Abba has a new album!!

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Shang Chi is the biggest Labor Day opening with a $71.4 mil opening.

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Sen. Amy Klobuchar has announced she has breast cancer.

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Is it the 70’s? A streaker ran past the studio of the Today show.

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Rascal Flatts Joe Don Rooney was arrested for DUI.** Nicholas Cage was thrown out of a prime rib pace in Vegas after being drunk and disorderly.

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Jennifer Eckhart has filed a lawsuit against former Fox news anchor Ed Henry for rape and retaliation after allegedly being handcuffed and beaten.

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Scarlett Johansson has settled her Disney lawsuit.

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Pete Buttigieg and Chasten had twins they named Penelope Rose and Joseph August.

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I noticed a commercial for Dancing with the Stars. Are we onto the E list because I have heard of hardly any of these people. ‘Stars’is really stretching it. And as I post this I see there are some covid issues there as well.

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Virgin River was renewed for 2 more seasons.

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Trevor Noah is right? Why do they stop giving lollipops to adults at the doctor?

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Jon Stewart is back on Apple tv with ‘The problem with Jon Stewart.

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Brooklyn 99 had about the best finale (other than Newhart) that I can recall. I had my fingers crossed that Chelsea would be back. Will they honor us like they did in the show and come back for a special about once a year? That would be fucking awesome!!

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Don’t expect compliments from an insecure person.- Mr. Pickles

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Thousands and thousands of people are in need. Haitian refugees and other immigrants have seen nothing like this what with assassination, a hurricane and earthquake. The Southern border is a mess.** Why does Fox news keep telling refugees the border is open as they sit back and laugh at Biden’s predicament.  Spreading false info to intentionally hurt poor, distressed people has no end for them.

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Do companies know how fucked up their employment websites are? It is true that some people do not want to work. It is true that people schedule interviews and don’t show up. It is also true that companies have made it so hard to apply that many can’t. I suppose it is easier for them but the poor who may really want to work have a hard time. Paper applications are almost completely gone. The old fashioned way of walking into low paying job sites and finding a connection with a manager rarely exist. Some places only accept texts or have long ridiculous psych tests that a working Mother may not have time for. A Father working many hours already, may not be able to go to the library to get online if they cannot afford a computer. Many websites tell you that there no positions available in your area while there is a huge sign in front of the establishment. Can’t find people to work.. Gee I wonder why?? And treat people with respect once you find them, how about that?

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Keep your head up in failure, and your head down in success. –Jerry Seinfeld

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Hey.. There was a van air B’n B biz going that got busted. Hey.. The poor need vaca’s too. It is wrong but If they are willing to sleep in a van, why not. I truly think that many do not understand how much people are struggling.

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Free coffee day came and went but only a few places really gave you free coffee without rules to govern the promo. Some places wanted to sell you something else and some made you belong to their club. Starbucks held that customers had to come inside for the free cup of Joe, handicapped or not.

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One would think the Republicans would run out of $ for recounts but they have deep pockets. Just think how much good they could do for the huddled masses with that scratch.

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Sad to lose Mick Brigden, protégé of Bill Graham who managed The Stones and worked with Frampton, Dylan and Santana.** And the comics were very vocal about the loss of Norm Macdonald. He was one of a kind and he will be missed!

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R.I.P. Ruth Marx, Lee Scratch Perry, Willard Scott, Jean-Paul Belmondo, Isadore Bleckman, George Wein, Michael K. William,George Holliday, Anthony Johnson,  Basil Hoffman, Al Harrington,Willie Garson, Mick Brigden, Tommy Kirk and Norm Macdonald.

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Death Note - Tsugumi Ohba & Takeshi Obata Part 2 ALL THE STARS/5

Jot-it-down-as-it happens commentary wherein I mention L way too much.

Commentary:

-Aaah, my Wammy children, my heart settles a little.

-Straight off, the contrast of Mello being outside with people and Near preferring to stay indoors alone, poetry, art, majestic.

-Omfg, characters like these are why I have trust issues.

-Oh! Near is standing upright! I don’t know why I’m surprised!

-Man, the post-L DN world would have been unbearable if I didn’t love Near so much.

-Isn’t it ironic that Light dies at around the same age as L, and Near beats him at around the same age as when he got L.

-Honestly, it’s kind of cathartic seeing someone having that genuine, deeply emotional reaction to L’s death like Mello does.

-I’m seeing the pattern that I like in fiction of “If this hadn’t happened, then that wouldn’t happen, and then that other thing wouldn't happen” that makes every single action matter. It’s pretty obvious in the first part, but it carries through to the second. Even with Near starting his own investigation independent of L, if L hadn’t narrowed down the suspects and if Light hadn’t thrown us into the Yotsuba arc and if Higutchi hadn’t been caught, the police officer wouldn’t have had the lead that would tip off Near etc. Everything is connected and Near wouldn’t have won if L hadn’t himself solved the case first.

-Seriously low-key high-key bitter that we haven’t seen a manga accurate live action attempt at Near.

-Near’s face is so done with Light from the moment he calls and he hasn’t even talked to him yet, I love my child.

-The world might burn and my beloved child Near will still go, “This is very interesting…”

-Light is s u f f e r i n g, and I love seeing his caring side.

-Yes, boys, Mello has a missile, as you do.

-Near has intense, determined, sharp eyes, he has hard eyes, discerning eyes, he sees into your soul and doesn’t like it.

-Aw, Light admires his father so much.

-Low-key loving that Light’s fall was partially not at all about him. Like, Mello really went, “I don’t give a shit for this guy, I just want to beat Near and he’s a fair target.”

-You’re always fighting against L, babe, the first pages said so.

-Mello casually chatting with the US President, as you do.

-I understand L was the world’s greatest detective and commanded police forces, but my God, the US President is calling him, wow.

-You know what. I know it’s a truth universally acknowledged that we were robbed of a day in the life of L and Light in handcuffs and I agree, it’s one of the greatest crimes in creative content, but I’d also want to see a day in the life of Misa and Ryuk bc I can’t get over the panel of Misa telling him to help her clean up.

-Is there a more compellingly complicated dynamic than L and Light’s, I don’t think so, I don’t think so.

-Sidoh with his little cheat sheet of rules, I can’t.

-Oh, Light thought Matsuda would get the eyes, not Soichiro. Now I feel bad for him. If it was all too many unknown variables for L in the first part, it’s all too many unknown variables for Light now.

-I randomly did a little cry at the name “L.” This is going great. Everything’s great.

-Honest to God, Mello looks like a satisfied mean cat.

-Oh, Light, bb, you’re terrible, but I feel for you seeing you having a meltdown like this.

-I wasn’t sure in the anime, but in the manga I really do think that Light genuinely mourns his father.

-”Whoopie” - omg Sidoh you fluffball <3.

-Near is the personification of “srsly?”

-My boy Near has sinister eyes, I love him.

-There’s a gentleness from the SPK to Near.

-Oh, Near inherited L’s funds! Good to know.

-He’s at war with governments! Near! N E A R !

-The enemies to lovers ships in DN basically write themselves, eh?

-Yeah, guys, listen to Near, why are you pointing a gun at a criminal with actual kills, that’s like sooooo rude. /sarcasm

-I love Mello and Near’s interactions.

-Mello has a gun and Near has a robot with a gun, I cry.

-Honest to God, I think Near understands Mello so deeply.

-”Dear Mello.” Fucking Near, man.

-All I’m saying is, Near has a question mark bubble when Mello gives him information in return, so he wasn’t expecting it, so this whole-ass boy allowed Mello to get in just to get the picture.

-Look at Near's delighted smile, I cannot.

-But Near cornered Light so smoothly.

-Near has no time for Light’s bullshit, my child ain’t fucking around.

-You can practically hear Near’s mind going ‘eheheheheheeee.’

-Light really be like “Just let me kill a Wammy boy, any Wammy boy!”

-My two boys worked together to get Mogi?!?! Look at them, they’re such a little team, ugh, I hate them (affectionate).

-Near emotes very much.

-We can safely assume that L’s fortune is just infinite at this point. He could have vacationed in space. Maybe he did vacation in space.

-”Near is a formidable foe,” YES LIGHT, FINALLY!

-I really do feel bad for the Task Force, they’ve been through so much with Light vs Kira just to discover that Light is Kira…

-It’s funny, I see L as lying and Near as bluffing when Near is very clearly lying as well, idk.

-The second arc of the anime is like… the Sparknotes of the manga. Affectionately speaking.

-Oh, Matsuda, you’re so ride or die for Light. Oh, Matsuda.

-Aw, L was Near and Mello’s idol? I figured it was so for Mello, but it’s sweet to see Near saying so.

-I’m sorry, but this draws an even straighter line between the L arc and the Near/Mello arc. Like, yes, Near wants to catch the mass murderer and Mello wants to beat Near, but on a personal level Kira dared to defeat and off their idol and BITCH IS GOING DOWN. I’ve always contemplated to what extent L acts as the indirect orchestrator of the second arc and whether the successors were even remotely part of his plans, a worst case scenario, whether in the end it’s still L that Light’s fighting against, through Near.

-Say what you want about the Wammy boys, none of them ever forget their please, sorrys and thank yous.

-Look at how out of hand things have gotten for Kira tho. His ideal world is bigger than him now, and difficult or impossible to control. It’s not entirely his anymore.

-Do you ever think of how L partially built up Kira and then Near destroyed him.

-My son is ALONE in New York?!

-”L will not be happy if we do that”?? “It would be an insult to L, who entrusted those who came after him with this case”?? Oh bb. I know past-manga it became canon that Near never even saw L, but it really doesn’t come off like that in the manga.

-It’s like L is threaded through it all. At first I was like, why did the anime end with a vision of L, the manga doesn’t seem to be that, but the more I read, the more it makes sense.

-Hahahaha, “first we must rub their faces in evidence and make them taste the misery of their defeat,” oh my God, Near.

-It’s missing L times on both sides I see, eh, Light?

-That’s such a cool panel with Near ~commanding the screens.

-My bb is decorating a Christmas tree, oh my heart, I cry.

-The fact that Commander Rester is on his knees and watches as Near expresses himself through the Lego thingies is, ugh, I love them. It’s like L created a safe space for the Task Force, and the SPK creates a safe space for Near.

-Hideki Ryuga, haha, what a throwback.

-I’m sorry, but Light Yagami will always be a multitasking king.

-The Wammy kids sure do love their handcuffs.

-”Forgive me,” Mello tells Matt, oh bless your heart.

-Oh, Mello.

-The building tension as we inch closer to the scheduled meeting is awesome.

-I love how Light doesn’t bat an eyelash at anyone’s appearance or mannerisms, like, ‘cool, yeah, idgaf unless I can use it.’

-”You have no right to be wearing L’s mask” - Light, your fanboying is showing.

-Oh Light, I don’t want to see your demise.

-Another reason I love Near’s win is that it isn’t bc Light was outwitted. Someone else made a mistake and Light again didn’t take into account that humans have wills outside of his own. Whether you call this luck or chance, it’s still perfectly in theme. It was by chance that Light got the notebook, by chance that he met Naomi, that Rem came to love Misa and did Kira’s bidding etc. It’s been chance all along, sprinkled among the machinations and calculations of perfectly prepared geniuses.

-”You are far below L” - Light, lad, even in your moment of perceived ultimate victory you’re fanboying, what is this.

-Cocky, self-assured Light sure is pretty tho.

-I’d have doubted Gevanni’s skills to copy the death note overnight had I not been convinced that such a feat is possible by Neal Caffrey.

-”Mr. Shinigami, nice to meet you. I’m Near.” ASJFDSDFADSG.

-Despite Near being Near, I don’t doubt for a second that he feels sorry for Mello’s death.

-”Too bad,” lol, Near, that’s one step away from saying “Shucks for you, Light.���

-Yes, Mello was the MVP, he saved all of your asses.

-”Let’s see you talk your way out of this one” - Lmfao, Near, the sass!

-Tbf, it was Near, Mello AND L that defeated Kira, not just Near and Mello.

-”To pursue your happiness without getting in the way of others, while respecting the rights of others, that is the way humans should lead their lives.” I mean. Yes, Light.

-Matsuda is crying :(.

-Oh, this is so ugly. It’s always ugly, in all iterations. Oh, Light.

-Shut uppp, Near eating chocolate, I cry.

-I also think it’s wishful thinking, Matsuda. It doesn’t track that Near would use the notebook to control Mikami. It goes against everything he’s stood for, he didn’t even know the pages work when ripped, and he has the notebook out there where anyone can inspect it if they wish to do so. Plus, as per the rules, apparently a person with the Shinigami eyes *can’t* be killed by a death note.

-Obha said, “Misa and Sayu WHO?”

-It is with a heavy heart that I conclude this manga, but I do like that it ended on a positive note for Near and the Task Force - cooperating again, Near surrounded by more toys than ever and still with the SPK.

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In Plain Sight, Chapter 4

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Written for @k-itsmaywriting​‘s birthday! I hope that, despite how weird the world is right now, you have an amazing day!

Shirayuki understands how this is supposed to work. She’s seem movies after all-- Witness, of course; Sister Act 1 & 2, if only because Opa thought Whoopie Goldberg was a national treasure and Oma thought she was too young to be watching Ghost; and Our Lips Are Sealed about eight times on video cassette, since she’s old enough (and Opa resisted DVD long enough) have both VCRs and wholesome Olsen twins content as a part of her childhood.

(Her favorite formative twins were Annie and Hallie from The Parent Trap; they were red-headed, just like her, and one of them had a British accent. She’d been devastated to find out that not only were both of them American, but they were also only one girl. She’d watched Double Trouble to console herself)

In any case, she knows how this goes, at least narratively. She lays down in this amazingly comfortable bed, stares up at the ceiling in a tense yet melancholy fashion for hours, and dreams in plot-relevant flashbacks. Extra points if they reference the crime she witnessed.

The problem is: she didn’t. She’s just the unfortunate collateral to her father’s personal redemption. All the life ruining without ever being part of the A plot.

There’s an upside though: the second she hits that firm cloud of a mattress, she’s out like a light.

Absolutely nothing wakes her, but Shirayuki jolts into consciousness anyway, as unpleasant as any false start. She expects to be confused; she’s not a graceful riser to begin with, and every morning in temporary housing, she’d bounce off three walls at minimum trying to find a bathroom that didn’t exist.

(Well, the bathroom did exist, it just didn’t exist where it should, which was down the hall to the right, and was compounded by the door being in exactly the wrong place too.)

Instead, she knows exactly where she is. Knowledge which is quickly followed by the low-key, seething resentment for the man who put her here.

She groans, lifting her head from the pillow. It’s fine. She’s fine. It’s just--

7:00, her alarm clock says. Tuesday, her brain provides after a long moment.

She should be getting up, habit told her. Getting her morning fix of avocado toast and orange juice with Paul Newman’s face stamped on it.

There’s worse ways to start your day than having a fine pair of eyes smiling at you, Oma would say.

What can I say? Opa’d grumble back, flipping through the paper. It’s impossible to compete with Butch Cassidy.

Her fingers curl into the sheets. There’d be none of that today. Agent Jiang-- Obi’s assistant had gotten her Simply Orange instead. A small mercy. It’s hard enough to be someone else when there’s still so much her clinging to the edges.

It’s tempting to linger in bed; she’s always been a morning person, up with the birds, but maybe Claire isn’t. Maybe Claire likes to stay up late and sleep in, sleeping past the three alarms she sets for herself. Maybe she likes to have waffles for breakfast, straight from a box, and drinks pomegranate juice. Maybe she doesn’t bike into the lab at eight because--

She groans. Because Claire doesn’t have a job. A thing that will have to change soon, since Claire has to pay for this house.

There’s a great deal of compromise that happens between bedside and bathroom; habit insists she needs to be fully dressed, ready to greet the day, but everything else--

Well, she’s not going anywhere is she? There’s no reason she couldn’t wallow in her pj’s all day

Standards, habit insists. But those belonged to Shirayuki, not Claire. Claire has no job, no friends, and nothing to do on a Tuesday morning besides--

Oh no, the recycling.

The bin is nearly two-thirds her height, but with only one day under her belt, it’s already overflowing. Good thing she’d looked at that brochure when it slipped out from between the takeout menus.

She shrugs her hoodie a little tighter, pulling it down over her leggings-- habit and hedonism settled on exercise wear as a happy medium-- and grips the handle, tugging it out the opening garage door, right into the fresh Texas morning--

And promptly throws her hoodie back into the garage. She might need that with the downright frosty temperature the house is set to, but oh, she was not going to cover her skin out here any more than necessary. Even now, she’s starting to sweat in impossible places beneath her leggings.

Hooking her palm back around the handle, she tugs the bin down the drive. Her gaze fixes to the pavement-- the last thing she needs is to trip right over herself on her own driveway taking out the trash-- and she doesn’t look up until she hits the sidewalk. It’s a struggle to get it to sit right-- these are proper curbs, white poured cement with squared edges meant to puncture cheeky tires; one of the wheels catches in a gap and refuses to budge until she hip checks it out onto the next slab.

She’s damp at this point, skin dewing with giant drops of sweat she’s tempted to shake off like a dog, but--

But Martha Kino has an arm slung along their fence, holding a tall glass of iced tea that makes her mouth water just to look at.

“Oh, um, good morning!” she calls out with a weak wave. “I didn’t, um, see you there.”

It’s only when Martha slides her gaze to her that she realizes her neighbor hadn’t been looking at her at all. Her mouth curves into a knowing smile at the sight of her. “Good morning, honey. You here for the show?”

Shirayuki blinks. “The show?”

“Mm-hm.” Martha takes a long drag from her straw, ice clinking against the glass. “Here it comes now.”

Shirayuki tracks her line of sight right across the cul-de-sac, squinting at half acre of immaculately trimmed, completely invasive Bermuda grass. Their front garden is well-kept, as well; thickly mulched with giant hibiscus blooming blood red against pristine stone facade.

Oh, and there’s a man as well. That’s probably what Mrs Kino is looking at.

He’s tall. No, tall is an understatement; he’s a giant, six foot four at least with shoulders to match. He’s trimmed with the same military precision as his lawn, clean shaven with an undercut that could scratch glass. Heavy brows draw sharply over his nose, forehead rumpling as he tears a box right down the fold--

Ah, well, all right. It’s not doing much of anything for her, but the Vitruvian man’s more ideal cousin ripping up boxes definitely counts as a show. Halfway through, he grabs the hem of his shirt, mopping his brow, and ah, hm, he could definitely have made money as an anatomical model. His rectus abdominis are, ah...very defined.

“Is he--” Shirayuki searches for the words-- “from around here?”

“Oh, him?” Martha’s gaze doesn’t stray for a second, not even as she sips at her tea. “That’s Scott. Aspen’s husband. They just moved in a few weeks ago.”

Shirayuki glances around the neighborhood. Seems like more than a few of her neighbors hope they’ll never leave either.

“Quite the pair, those two,” Martha hums. “She’ll be at the luncheon. I know you two will just get on like houses.”

More like houses on fire if she mentions she’s seen her husband’s floor show. “Oh, right. The um, luncheon.”

Mrs Kino grins as Scott hops back inside, out of this heat, just like she’s dying to do. “By the way, he mows the lawn on Sunday, just before lunch.”

“Oh, um, great.” She’ll be sure to miss it. “Can’t wait.”

It’s too early to bake cookies.

There’s not a baked good on earth that tastes as good two days later as it does fresh out of the oven; Shirayuki knows that down to her toes and bones, but still--

Stress baking. It’s a thing. And she doesn’t have to make anything right now. She could get all the ingredients together, just to make sure she has them. And then...just not do anything.

She can. Definitely. Absolutely. She’s Claire now. Claire probably doesn’t even like chocolate chip cookies.

Oh gosh, who is she kidding? Only monsters don’t like chocolate chip cookies. What next, Claire doesn’t like brownies? Apple pie? Snickerdoodles?

It’s a slippery slope, not liking things. Best to just keep it simple and eat everything, that’s what Opa always said at the church potluck.

The morsels and brown sugar already sit out on the counter when her phone lets out a piercing ting. She’s half tempted to ignore it; she’s having a contentious battle with the ten pounds of King Arthur flour that’s tucked away in her cabinet-- what was she thinking?-- and she refuses to show any fear in the face of baking supplies but--

Ting. No one knows her number. Well, no one except the government.She settles back on her heels with a sneeze. The government probably doesn’t take kindly to being left on read.

Her hands clap against her thighs, flour misting into the air as she leaves two partial prints right over the helical print. She frowns, plucking at the fabric, nose wrinkling as more powder burst into the air. Ting.

“I’m coming,” she mutters, stumbling over to the island. “I’m coming.”

Sugar Daddy i got just what u need pumpkin check ur email

The corners of her mouth dig furrows into her cheeks as she clicks on the notification. It’s the only message in her inbox, aside from the ubiquitous Welcome to Gmail spam and a few coupons for Banana Republic and a couple of other retailers. They’d taught her about this at orientation; they couldn’t do much about an empty inbox, but everyone had at least a few mailing lists they’d either forgotten to opt out of or regularly used.

Still...what about her said Banana Republic? She glances down at her spandex-clad legs. If they were going to go for a too-expensive clothing line, they could have at least sprung for Lululemon.

Ah, but that wasn’t the point. Marshal Jiang-- Obi hadn’t texted all...that...to show off some spam. Sitting at the very top of her inbox is a Cornell email address-- Cornell-- with an attachment.

Dear Claire, the message reads, We’re so sorry to see you go, but I’m glad we’re able to keep in touch. Of course we kept the copy of your old CV. Good luck to you in all your endeavors.

It’s signed by some professor; not high profile enough for her to have heard of, but she doesn’t doubt that he’s real, someone a curious party could look up on Cornell’s directory. Well, at least for the next six months.

The Columbia alumna inside her writhes in agony. Cornell. She doubts it’s a coincidence.

Me Aren’t you supposed to be taking care of me?

Not that she’s very, um, up on the specifics of such a relationship, but she’d been under the impression that sugar...children?...were supposed to be fully reliant on their sugar parent. Her mouth pulls thin. Already she’s thinking about this far more than she’d ever hope to.

Sugar Daddy a good daddy makes sure his baby can take care of herself ;)

This declaration is followed by a stream of emojis, ending with an eggplant and a peach, and she just-- doesn’t need to know. She wipes away the sweat that beads at her hairline-- from embarrassment, of course-- and downloads the attachment.

Me I’ll take a look. Thank you.

She sets the phone back on the island, face down, and glares. He can’t possibly be like this to everyone. People would complain. They wouldn’t just let him insinuate that he-- that they--

Ting.

Sugar Daddy good girl

All right. Maybe they would.

Shirayuki doesn't get homesick.

She’d been the first brownie to leap out of her car at summer camp; Opa barely had time to lurch into park before she was traipsing across the field, backpack slung over her shoulder and duffel bag dragging on the grass. Freshman year, she moved into the dorm by herself, pressing kisses to wrinkled cheeks as she lugged her suitcases onto the train; she’d almost forgotten to wave from the window.

But as soon as she lays down in bed, the lights snuffed out and the world still, it hits her. Just a soft roll of her stomach at first, the barest itch on her skin, like wearing a wool sweater on a spring afternoon. It’s fine; too much to ignore but nothing that would keep her up too long.

It doesn’t stay that way.

Her stomach clenches, tears pricking at her eyes, and it’s everything she can do to just roll onto her side, letting the chills wrack through her body. She shivers so hard her teeth chatter, and this-- this isn’t the gentle ache of nostalgia her books prepared her for. This is an illness, plain and simple, like when she caught norovirus in eighth grade can could hardly do anything but lay on the bathroom floor and wait for the next wave to begin.

This isn’t her, she isn’t like this, she doesn’t get like this, but-- but--

Before she always knew her home was waiting for her; she could leave but Oma and Opa would always keep the front lamp on, waiting for weary travelers and last minute bookings.

It’s different now that there’s no home to come back to.

7:00, her alarm clock says. She watches it tick over, like she has for every hour before it.

She must have slept at some point; it’s impossible that she’s lain awake, staring at the clock for eight hours. But that doesn’t make her any less tired, and so when her alarm starts up, beeps cutting through the quiet white noise of the air conditioner, she reaches out and slaps it off.

Shirayuki may not sleep in, but Claire is certainly warming to the idea.

Her notebook sits open on the island; neat, looping script stretches across the page, straining the boundaries of the blue lines that contains it. She’d done her homework yesterday, combing through job sites to find the most likely candidates. There’s five on her list right now, ranked according to preference, and oh, is Shirayuki glad she had the gumption to do this before, because this morning she feels like roadkill being scraped off the blacktop.

Still, she worries at her lip as her laptop boots up, peering over her list. In the cold light of the morning, five seems too few, but...desperation hasn’t set in yet. She’s allowed to still have standards.

Wrapping her hands around her mug, she glances at the next page: another list. No, a set of instructions. Edit CV. Write cover letters.

Shirayuki groans. Even with the bullet points she left for herself, composing cover letters is a circle of hell all its own. With only three hours of solid sleep under her belt, it’s an insurmountable hurdle to getting hired.

“Right,” she murmurs, hooking an ankle around a stool and pulling it under her. “Editing it is.”

She clicks on the pdf Obi sent her, scrolling down and--

“Oh no.” She rears back from the screen, heart pounding. “No, no. There’s got to be a mistake...”

“Hey, baby,” Obi’s voice rumbles through her speaker. It’s thick and warm and would be utterly distracting if she were in any less of a crisis. “A little early for a b--?”

“What happened to my papers?”

“Uh.” All the suggestion in his tone evaporates. “What?”

“My papers.” Her hand grips the phone so tight it creaks. “They’re gone.”

His end goes silent. Silent enough to make that weird click, like the line’s cut out, and she pulls back to check--

“Someone stole your passport?” He laughs, incredulous. “Some sort of luck you have, Miss. Barely had it for a day and already you’ve gotten your identity stolen.”

She blinks into the barren air of her kitchen. “What?”

“You know,” he hums, too amused, “I picked out a cute house in the suburbs for safety, and here you are, getting robbed. Did you leave them in your car? Or did you just go out--”

“N-no!” She’s honestly half tempted to say what car, until she remembers the tasteful mid-sized SUV in the driveway, the one she’s still been calling the girlfriend car in her head, and realizes-- it’s hers. She’s the girlfriend.

Except she’s not. At all. Which is fine! She doesn’t even want that! If she’s still thinking about what his mouth feels like as he wraps them around his words, then--

She really can’t be thinking about this right now. “I mean my papers! I just looked at my CV and it’s a page!”

He hesitates, though not enough for the line to click again. “Isn’t that long enough?”

“CVs aren’t resumes,” she informs him patiently, pen twisting between her fingers. “They’re dick measuring contests--”

Her teeth snap around the words, but oh, it’s too late. They’re already out there in the aether, and he’s laughing.

“Now there’s something I didn’t think I’d hear out of you, Miss.” He doesn’t need to sound so pleased about it.

“It’s something my old PI used to say,” she mutters. Oh, Garak would be so proud of herself if she knew. “It’s not very polite, but she’s not, um, wrong.”

“I’m sorry the US government made you under endowed.” His words practically rattle as he says them. “It’s not the size that matters, Miss, but how you use it.”

“Obi,” she huffs. “All the work I’ve done for the past ten years of my life now is attributed to my birth name and my birth name only! According to this CV I have the same level of experience, but less papers than an undergrad! And you can’t tell me that any of these are searchable on PubMed.”

And none of them are first authors, is what she doesn’t say. It’s a petty thing to worry about when her entire academic career is functionally extinct.

“Hm.” His fingers drum quickly on a table. Desk? It’s strange not knowing anything about the man who is her only lifeline. “I’ll look into it.”

“I don’t want to be, um, alarmist, but I can’t get a job with this.” Her hand shakes as she scrolls down her screen. “No one is going to hire a post-doc with a one page CV.”

“Don’t worry, Miss. There’s a plan for this, somewhere.” She can feel his grin when he says, “You can’t be the first academic who’s had to go into hiding.”

She smiles, despite herself. “Considering some of the conferences I’ve been to, I can believe it.”

“Besides, you could always apply to pharmaceuticals.” The very word is like a donkey kick to her gut. “The pay’s supposed to be better--”

“I can’t work for Big Pharma.”

He hesitates. “You...can’t?”

“Obi, they make little old grandmas pay eight hundred dollars for insulin!” She presses a hand to her chest. “Banting and Best didn’t sell the patent for one dollar so that people could get gouged by--”

“I get it, I get it,” he assured her. “Preaching to the choir. But as a safety, I’m sure you could find one that isn’t stealing candy from babies.”

She huffs. “I doubt it.”

He rasps out a laugh. “I’ll see what I can do. As I said, can’t be the first PhD on the lam.”

Her mouth twitches. “Just yours?”

“You are certainly some kind of education, Miss.” He hums. “Give me a day. See what I can turn up.”

“You have two,” she informs him magnanimously. “I have the luncheon tomorrow.”

“Oh, right.” She doesn’t need to see him to know he’s lounging, smug like a cat post-canary. “Looking forward to joining the neighborhood’s Ladies’ Committee?”

“Ha ha,” she drawls flatly. “Very funny.”

He is unnervingly silent on the other end.

“You’re kidding, right?” Her voice certainly does not fill with a nervous quaver. “You guys don’t have things like that around here.”

Obi hums, humoring her.

“W-what would they even do?” She picks nervously at the sticker on her laptop, prying up part of NVIDIA. “Plan potlucks? Organize the Neighborhood Watch? Cotillions?”

She doesn’t know how he makes his grin so palpable over 4G. “Looking forward to your debut, Miss?”

Shirayuki scowls down at her screen. “I think I’m firmly up on the shelf, thank you. Now if you don’t mind, I have cookies to make.”

[revelaare]

Shit said in the Crimson Discord & VC, taken out of context part 2, (the sequel)

Big NSFW warning, probably

his meat slid off and then slid right back on

[PRONOUN] can punch me in my uterus and make a hammock out of my ovaries

it’s one of the worst fucking things i’ve ever heard, and i’ve heard someone literally shit their pants

they tagged me and my ass clenched

this man just said “I want to eat ur ass and then kiss you” ok buddy

a man with a plan

my grandpa is texting his hoes from his flip phone

god my lawyer was a hit but idk if she will be the chosen one or not

hello give me your toenails

i'll touch you in a non-weird way

he was in that movie with the people, he was the human.

i want her to brush my hair

If we have dick glasses they have to be of the highest quality for the best experience

i don't wanna watch that white nonsense

i would throat him like a fine wine

these millenials can't live without ac? back in my day we lived on the sun

yall better put those goats on a wheel, tell them to start running

he looks like a bitch

yes or no, u wud punch the light bulb out of thomas edisons wrinkly pruned hand and asked him if he believed in god

still has skin and a working body

i needed to wait until my voice changes

you thought i was snacking on joe biden’s savory meat stick

barack guckin oglizzy, oguckma, barack osugma, Joe choden, OglchnnngggHHHYynnUUUnnghhma

why did i have a dream that i was taking the lid off my car

false gods require wine, real gods require coochiefice

fettucine wet ass pussy

that was all you sent me. the picture of a raccoon and then nothing

it isn’t hate, it is ‘continuously let down by’.

i never went to school who science

i’m gunna go peer pressure my mum into a shot

thank you for furthering my career at hot topic

i will suck the ingrown hair off of him

it has huge jackman in it

i chomped on this eggshell, got my calcium in for the day

i will take you to touch the mango

i want to see all the big things

[PRONOUN] has collar bones so deep you could hook a clothing hanger into it

no asscheeks in fucking family chat you animals

he will eat you alive and suck out your intestines like its a spaghetti noodle

[NAMES]’s Tiggle Biddie’s

dropped acid, cried the whole night.

my stomach is hooping and hollering, i’m about to eat some sleep

you want my throatsac ??

please dont know me as the toenail eater

you have to keep the skin on one side while you eat the other, thats basic mango physics

i mean he is some good sasuage

calm down dick Hannibal

respectfully, what the fuck is this

tbf i only eat my steaks where they need tampons

you committed acts of culinary terrorism

does your refrigerator whimper and cower in the corner when you approach it. that's your fridge trying to use echo location to locate a safe space

thundercuck

i almost met Jesus, I almost got an autograph. Almost got a greatest hits signed album.

respectfully, are you smoking fucking crack?

my left testicle could play better than you

i’ll eat him with ketchup

son of a biscuit eating bulldog!

now it’s back to me sucking, all is right in the world.

holy fuck weasels.

holy fuck, weasels!

why does the bad guy look like the Statue of Liberty?

this is a man that sometimes willingly dresses like a lumberjack

and me, being an emotional cripple, must make jokes about this.

hey my name is [NAME] i'm **definitely** who i say i am

[NAME OR PRONOUN] offered a back massage by calling it the “tickle thing”

i love a man who puts his parents in a nursing home.

my brain is going to take a hot shower

wait have u seen steve harvey's coochie

if it were me i would simply not be pregnant

look im not about to be out here saying i love [NAME OR PRONOUN] feet, but i am about to be out here saying that their feet are some of the nicest feet i've seen in a long time

i named my cloyster renesmee

[NAME] was texting me from the bathtub

you’re pregnant? That’s unfortunate.

do I say dumb shit? Perhaps. Do I take ownership? Perhaps.

i pay for things in blissful ignorance

i am an emotional vagrant

i am an emotional fragrance

to make a long motherfucking story short...

this enchilada tastes like asshole and sadness

you are not an ugly bitch, you’re just a bitch

that’s not a nut shot, buddy.

i’m sad because i sucked the meat off of this pumpkin spice latte

i want to make a blanket out of his eyebrows

what are you disgracing my Christian eyes for?

he be looking at that dick like why does it go so much to the left?

I want her to record an audio book for me so I can fall asleep listening to her voice.

Can I lick you like an ice cream cone? Asking for science.

like you're out to lunch with your bromie and you're eating some rubens or something and you wistfully look over the rim of your sunglasses and just: You ever buss 2 fast

my accent is flaccid

timotay chalamaymay’s sweet ass

on the bright side mcallister’s gave me 3 pickle spears. Almost enough to make a whole pickle.

you think they came from the same mommy pickle?

HIS DOODLE IS OUT

i thot that meant [NAME] wanted to...doodle his noodle

i don’t use commas, i don't respect u enough, fuck ur reading comprehension.

does australia have seasons

i want someone to embalm my body with mcdonalds sprite

his hermione grangina

purrrr my last email

its lore locked beneath 30 layers. u can only understand it if uve had a near death experience

LET'S GET FUCKY

i wanna have the heart of a stoner

his man titties look like little tattooed pillows

SWIGGITY SWOOTY COMIN FOR THAT BOOTY

there were no cheeks to shake. nothing to clap. no noise to be had from her literal slices of wonderbread

u ever just fuck around and ur tits fart

put a lil mint leaf on it for authenticity

alright brother god bless may u be fertile

i feel like im being advocated for something i shouldnt be advocating for

and i am adam with my fat pendulous balls lol

i’m making whuppie with whoopie godberg

theodore tits fart rex

yeah man do u also have the third toe on ur shoulder

the green spaghetti monster is coming for me and i can't blame him

today i learned starfish do not poop

that was nothing compared to some other things I saw

listen I'd willingly watch [NAME/PRONOUN] in a cell for 24 hours. Imagine that sounded less creepy

i'd lick a dirty flip flop off her abs

i’m tempted to show you all the gravity defining boobs, maybe tomorrow

my brain is on vacation

good morning! i ate breakfast and im ready to go to bed

tape the titty in

ive unironically had nightmares with [NAME] in them

the peanut in the auditory canal

so far this feel all comfortable, does this all make sense?

i know it's kind of a schlep to get through

nail polish or no nail polish for the shower?

and then he saw those big tt honkerz... and it all went down hill from there

can y’all stop chanting curses in the chat my furniture is stuck on the ceiling

EH?! CIAO? HELLO??

in Russia this is not ok 

i can’t buy pants here on Sunday either

IT'S LIKE TWELVE THOUSAND DOLLARS TO EAT ON A SOGGY PANCAKE

imagine me going up to [NAME/PRONOUN] and being like i love the way ur flesh smells

in a supermarket. The sickly blue light where humans congregate. Animal human masses. Nameless faces. Whole lives boiled into generalized categories like "asshole who definitely does need 4 boxes of cheerios". Yout hink and realize while stabding in line u didnt grab the bag of frozen peas...but its 2 late

its truly the only picture that gives me pure joy

are weasels real

my work mum just messaged me the phrase "use your booty call wisely" with no context

"let's bring u to the mustache chair"

If you’re not doing coke under the coke sign what is the point?

[amiihans]

top five: old movies, hobbies, siken poems, & angsty rp moments?

TOP FIVE — old movies!

to be fair i don’t go for older movies, but the ones that i’ve seen are few and far between so here goes y’all !!

the breakfast club (1985) — it’s a classic american film which means i honestly saw it here way too late. i can understand why it’s iconic and tbh the archetypes are enjoyable, though the makeovers? at the end? i do not understand

heathers (1989) — okay to be honest i got to the musical first then the movie, but it was both hilarious and creepy and i loved it. still do !! i might watch it again tonight tbf now that i remember it!

scream (1996) — sue me this is old to me! but really neeve campbell? courtney cox? skeet ulrich and matthew lillard????? great cast and real campy horror considering what’s out there rn !!

sister act (1992) — catholic singing ?? whoopi goldberg ?? maggie smith ?? what’s not to like tbh !! hail holy queen and salve regina are great pieces of music n honestly i would b remiss not to add a musical here

maurice (1987) — okay so it was a nice movie and a lil heartwrenching like good romances are and it’s got a happy ending !! holy shit !! it’s good !! man, i love to see it. im frothing at the mouth thinking about it !!!!!

TOP FIVE — hobbies!

damn give me an existential crisis at 8 pm huh? mostly what i do when i got the free time is read a hilariously extensive amount of books, play dungeons and dragons (and other ttrpgs), write and mostly rp and maybe some poetry, veg out on video games, and love my motherfuckin friends!

TOP FIVE — siken poems!

i love me some siken and i credit y’all for my brainrot about this man’s poetry !! christ almighty siken sends me into a spiral sumtimes but hell it’s an enjoyable spiral at least

scheherazade — tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. / these, our bodies possesed by light. / tell me we’ll never get used to it.

boot theory — your co-workers ask / if everythin’s okay and you tell them / you’re just tired. / and you’re trying to smile. and they’re trying to smile.

a primer for the small weird loves —you try to warn him, you tell him / you will want to get inside him, and ruin him / but he doesn’t listen. / you do this, you do. you take the things you love / and you tear them apart.

still life with skulls and bacon — we carve up the world / and crown it with numbers—lumens, ounces / decibels. all these things and what to do with them. we carve up the world all the time.

detail of the fire — who will master this love? love might be the wrong word. / let’s admit without apology, what we do to each other.

TOP FIVE — angsty rp moments!

listen i don’t remember much so i’ll list down what’s left of what i remember and try to squeeze it into the minutiae of the goddamn answer to the ask. what i do remember is Devastating to me, personally though.

will and damien drinking, preceded by his fight with beth — yeah well that did me in. i got so hung up on beth being so angry about keeping his kid from the team and the way damien broke down in front of will ?? masterpiece if i do say so m’self!

hawk’s confession — confessing to your oldest dearest friend that u love him ?? and gettgng rejected ??????????? slurp slurp we love this angst juice babes !! the fallout was delicious as fuck

the fall of hq — straight cinema shit my guy !! u love to see it !! i honestly thought that it was going to be hell to fight the monsters but we managed to run with the skin of our teeth so that was fun !!

damien’s letter — writing a goodbye letter to his kid in case he died? yeah, that’s big yikeroonies energy right there luv x

recuperating at the valentines’ — the mood? the aftermath? reeling from death and destruction ?? what could b more fun ??

but notice how all of these are retired related huh rly makes u think if there isn’t a common cause of all this gd angst ?? who knows !!

[cutegirlmayra]

This is gonna be a v. indulgent prompt but how about some Silvamy? Especially with silver hopelessly pinning Amy (imma ramble on: his heart fluttering, heart beating so fast whenever he thinks of her and he is much happier and healthier, and he pinsss and yearns and longs) and the ending is more two sided? Maybe? Thank u 🎉

I’ll do my best, Sweet-Chan ^^;b

ONCE AGAIN, PLEASE, PROMPTS ARE ON SHUTDOWN! DON’T SEND ME MORE UNTIL THEY REOPEN AGAIN! Thank you~

Prompt:

It was getting harder…

I came back from the future on a report of something happening with the Chaos Emeralds in the past. Apparently, Eggman had found himself a new ‘friend’, so to speak. But this… this monster was like nothing Sonic, nor his friends had ever faced before.

We were engulfed by the Chaos Emeralds power, time and space suddenly shifted, but not just that…

I shifted.

We were all separated, but me and… Me and Amy, by some matter of fate, were consumed in the light that sent us to the same place.

Here, there seems to be a never-ending winter. But the snow doesn’t really bother me so much. Amy, though… It was hard to watch her struggle.

This place… this zone… It was horribly gloomy. But no matter how cold Amy was, she was always… smiling.

Silver stopped walking a moment, his feet sinking into the snow a moment as he looked up into the cloudy air above him.

“Will it never stop snowing?” he held out his hand, watching a snowflake fall to it and melt even before it reached him.

It wasn’t just body heat, but his unique abilities allowed him to divert the chilly wind or keep the sun centered on them. He could telepathically move heat to himself, something he couldn’t have done before. But in this strange world… with the Chaos Emeralds effect creating for him some new abilities, he was able to do many things.

“S…Silver…”

His eyes widened and he turned around. “Amy..!” his hand glowed and he immediately brought her closer, within the ‘orb’ he had created to keep the heat in. “I’m sorry, I must have been moving too fast. I’ll try and remember to keep you close…em!” his face suddenly turned red, seeing her willingly lean into his chest fur and shiver from the cold outside his concentrated bubble.

“Y-you o-o-ought to look be-be-behind you more…” It was a light scold, barely a complaint as she rubbed her arms for warmth.

“OoooOOOoohh… Silver! Don’t just stand there! R-rub your hands with mine!” she took his hands instantly before he could even object and turned her back to the warmth of his chest and began rubbing their hands together.

“E..Ehh??” He moved his head around, not sure what to do but tried fighting the urge to resist her. “A-Amy…”

“Quit making a fuss, you’re the one that has these new ‘heat’ powers and besides, you said that next time I get cold I could just come closer to you, right?” she looked behind her a second and then placed his–now warm hands–up to her face. “Ahh~ It’s like hand warmers… but literally! Haha!”

He was so confused. For one, his heart was doing something strange. Was it the chaos manipulation? He couldn’t tell. It bounced in rhythm to a song he didn’t know nor understood, but the pounding sensation made him uncomfortable…

“A-Amy…” He lightly whispered this protest out, but then just shut his eyes to take it. ‘I-It was my fault she fell out of the force, I should be m-more considerate of her!’ his eyelids trembled before blinking open again. “U-Um… That’s not quite how it works but… I am sorry about that.”

“Don’t worry, Silver. I know you’re trying your best to find a way back to our time and place.” Amy’s voice comforted him almost instantly, but he didn’t know why.

She had moved his gloved hands away from her face, looked up and over her shoulder, and smiled so warmly to him… he didn’t need the sun for a moment, he just needed her eyes to warm his insides.

His hands twitched slightly… they were warm against her face…

His eyelids drooped and his actions began to be smoother in motion, moving to take her hands again as she–surprised–looked to see what was going on.

“Huh?”

“I promise. I’ll find a way to get us out of here.”

‘W-where was this strength coming from? I see her face and I just… her hope in me… I don’t want to let her down! I have to protect her! She’ll die out here if it wasn’t for my new abilities. I can’t let that happen. I won’t let that happen!’

With new resolve, nodded to her, “Amy, I think I’m gonna try and fly again.”

“Fly?” Amy turned away from the odd action of his hands and looked back to him, curious. “But didn’t you fall straight into the snow last time?”

In this winter wonderland, she was like looking at spring.

He smiled, relaxing for some unknown reason. “Please, have a little more faith in me.”

“Yeah, but you hit rock bottom. Hard…” Amy looked a bit worried, but her words suddenly shook his resolve.

“I-I-I was just off my usual balance and concentration!” he blushed again, raising his voice just a little higher to try and sound affirmative. “I don’t think it will happen a-again!”

“Emm…” she studied his face, then squinted her eyes and moved… -gulp- dangerously close to his face.

“I-Is there something wrong?” he shifted his eyes about, not liking how his hands grew sweaty and his heart started to skip the song and just start playing an entirely new beat.

After a moment of her invading his own personal bubble inside the heat trap, she finally moved away and smiled. “I can see Sonic in your eyes. I know you’ll do it. Just like he does!” she beamed.

But that… broke his spirit somewhat.

He froze… in that little melting snowbank…

He let go of her hands, “O-oh… like Sonic… Right.”

‘Why am I acting this way..? What has the Chaos Emeralds done to me? Sonic is an amazing hero… I… I don’t understand why comparing him to be is so upsetting right now…’

he moved up and began to try and float again, but his jaw tightened and his eyebrows quivered down to a narrowed glare.

‘I’m not Sonic! I’ll do this my way. I’ll show her she can trust my eyes! Why did she see him in me?! What does that even mean-Ah…Ahhhh!!!’

Silver lost his focus again and straight down into an icy river he fell.

“Silver!” the muffled voice of Amy’s cry under the water broke his moment of unconsciousness from the impact.

‘Amy… I’m failing her… she needs me … she … I have to… keep her warm…’ The cold was starting to pierce through his thick hair and fur, the wetness soaking his gloves and shoes… now the bitter cold finally made his actions slow, but his mind was fully alive. ‘Amy… Amy..!!!’

As he tried to bring out his power, reaching his hand up to the water’s clear and shining surface, it was disturbed almost instantly by Amy jumping in and diving for him.

‘What?’ Air bubbles escaped his mouth, left completely in amazement. ‘She’ll get cold… what is she doing? Is she… coming for… me?’

She grabbed his hand, turning around and heading back to the surface.

We quickly found a shelter, it wasn’t much, but with the excuse–wait… why am I calling it an excuse? It’s a reliable reason! A-anyway… I was wet and cold. Amy came closer and began to rub my arms and head, trying to help me warm up so I could use my power again.

She was clearly freezing… but even as her teeth clattered against one another… I would look up and see her desperately trying to warm me… Where did that determination come from? Was it… Was she…

Silver’s eyes suddenly focused on her, as she began to sigh.

“Man… You’re really soaked all the way through. Geez… I told you you could, but I didn’t mean for you to bolt off into the sky like that! It was too fast, of course you wouldn’t be able to see. Ohhh… I should have mentioned to take it easy. I guess my motivation can sometimes be a little too effective…”

Her hands over his head… he completely gave in and let her hands move his head in any which way they moved him. He closed his eyes, feeling her and her breath just above him.

He was sitting down, but Amy was up on her knees, moving closer as he went limp.

“H-hey! Come on, Silver! Stay with me!” her voice turned frantic and he blinked his eyes slowly open again.

“S-…Sorry.”

‘What’s happening to me? I just… I want her closer…’

He could feel the urge to lift his icy hands up, pull her against him, and let the heat do the rest… but as he thought about it, his face flushed again and he couldn’t help but stare up at her.

“S…Silver?” She leaned one hand down to touch his head, “Ah! You’re burning up!”

“…Am I?” he smiled, his eyes bending as though he wasn’t completely there anymore.

“Ohh…” Amy looked a little upset, placing her forehead to his own. “Hmm… Here.” she sat down in front of him and leaned against him, holding him. “Take in some of my heat. Together, we should be able to warm each other up enough for you to use your powers again.”

…Did he want too?

If he did… she wouldn’t remain like this… But would he rather die a frozen hedgehog than let her go?

Soon, he had enough strength to trigger his powers again, allowing Amy to rest in the warmth of the sun for a moment as they headed out.

“Don’t let go!” he urged, a few times, as Amy held onto his flying body. “For some reason, I can’t lift you up and hold this circle around us at the same time.”

‘…Is it wrong to say I don’t want to try? Is that lying?’

“Waahh..! Just try and summon Chaos Control again! Eeee..! Don’t drop me!” she was flailing about, holding herself up by wrapping her arms around his neck, being held up by his shoulders.

He puffed out his chest, smiling.

He had plenty of energy now, but tilted himself slightly to keep her balanced on him a bit.

“Don’t worry, I won’t ever let you fall.” he leaned his head into the top of hers. “Never… Definitely never.”

‘Who needs a portal?’ had he completely lost his mind?

When a portal opened above him though, he was sad, but Amy’s face lit up in joy.

“It’s working!”

“I’m not doing that…” He admitted, almost like he was pouting in disappointment.

The gang had saved them… whoopie.

Coming back, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Defeating Eggman? He took his time, didn’t work as hard. Going back to the future? He made every attempt to convince Sonic and the gang he needed to stay longer…

Really, I just wanted to be around her more.

Her cheery voice… her gentle touch… her tough attitude during cold fronts… She was amazing to him.

‘Maybe she does love everyone… but for now, I’ll just pretend it’s only me.’

His powers returned to normal, so now he didn’t have an excuse to hold her hands, bring her closer…

He bent down by her side while she attended her garden. She was so close… yet so far.

He wanted so desperately to reach out for her, even thinking of maybe taking the hose in her hand and manipulating it to spray near her, then he would jump in–grab her– and yell out, “Look out!” as though he hadn’t staged it.

Her soft fur against his own… Her hands moving along his head… Her voice crying out his name…

“Silver?”

“Yeah… just like that.” he closed his eyes and leaned his head up to the sun, before hearing her say it again.

“Umm… Silver?” Her eyes looked unamused.

“…GAHK!?” His face shone red and he freaked out, jumping up into the air and hovering their a second, “Did I say that out loud!?”

“E-hee. You sure did.” she giggled it off… but would she ever figure it out?

“Ohh Geez…” He slouched in the air.

“Hey, make yourself useful and fetch me some of those sunflower seeds.” She pointed behind her. “I also want to plant some of those white flowers over here. They remind me of you! Haha! See?” she showed him the picture, taping it to a stick and putting the stick down in the soft, deep brown soil where her flowers would go.

“Sunflowers?” he blinked his eyes, using his abilities to bring them over. “These ones?”

“That’s right! I wanted something to remind me of the sun in that world, and of you, of course.” She nodded towards him.

“…You are my sun.”

“Huh?”

“Ohh… Nothing!” he gripped his head, ‘Man, figuring out I love her is so hard! I can’t hide a thing! At least she’s easily distracted and can’t tell…’ 

“N-Nothing at all!!!” he took off, “Ignore me!”

“Hmm… What is that boy thinking?” Amy batted an eye a moment, “Couldn’t be… me, could it?” she laughed at the idea. “Silver?”

He flew back, still flustered. “E-emm?” his mouth wiggled in a nervous line, and his eyes remained shut and head facing up and away from her pretty gaze towards him.

“…I hope you don’t leave for a while.” her eyes softened.

“H-huh?” He turned to finally look at her again.

“…Do you know why?” she tilted her head, …

‘Ohh… Don’t do that.’ his eyes turned back to a clear sign of infatuation. ‘Can’t you see it drives me wild!?’

“No… I don’t know why…” He moved closer, “Tell me?”

The plea was almost too much, so she turned away and “Pfft!”d to the side.

‘Oh, now she’s mocking me.’ he pouted, moving slightly away.

“I’m serious! Why do you want me to stay?”

“Cause the world seems a lot warmer with your innocent heart flying around everywhere.” she winked his way, and then planted the first seed of the white flower. “It’s nice to have you around… You’re very genuine. I hope these flowers bloom before you do go. That way, I won’t be sad when you leave. But I’ll have them spreading that same warmth to my world. Well, I hope so, anyway.” She giggled, “Don’t make that stop you from leaving if you were going too. I just wouldn’t have a picture of you, and that would be sad, you know?”

She took out her miles-electric, looking sadly to it with a smile before he put his hand to it and pushed it down, startling her as she looked to his face just inches away from her cheek, hovering over her shoulder.

“Don’t worry.”

‘Does she see my eyes now..? And not Sonic’s?’

He smiled kindly to her, trying to convey what his heart pined for him to declare.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

And for once, he did see her stare differently at him.

‘These aren’t Sonic’s eyes…’ He moved closer…

‘They’re mine… Looking at you.’

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prince!hoshi

req’d by anon!!! 

truly just the sweetest softest kindest boy in the whole country, and incredibly humble considering he’s also THE PRINCE

growing up the country totally adored him because he was so mischievous and cute, he would attend public events with his parents and would always manage to wiggle his way out of his bodyguard’s line of sight and run into the crowds to play with a dog he saw or kiss a baby

like ……. his parents hired an extra secret service guard for him after each event but even when there were ten of them watching him he was able to goof off and make the public laugh

as he got older he didn’t get less mischievous, but in public he had to behave better and also he was too big to sneak away :-( so most of the mischief happened in the palace

soonyoung and his bff seokmin, the head of staff’s son, would wreak havoc

it’s not like soonyoung didn’t want to be a prince as a child…..but his etiquette lessons bored him and he didn’t like the idea of being “refined” and “regal”

because that wasn’t his personality!!!! and it never would be

the only class he liked at all was his dance class, because he liked the instructor a lot and he really loved dance itself, something that he grew more and more passionate about over the years

so he ditched a lot of his dumb classes, and he and seokmin would spook the butlers and leave whoopie cushions on seats in the council room and run away from the guards hooting and hollering

one time they tried to sneak off the palace grounds into the city w/o protection….. the guards at the gate nearly had an aneurism but finally got them back inside the palace

they gave a lot of people headaches but the staff of the castle loved them anyways

because no matter how silly he was, prince soonyoung would always help the maids carry sheets to guest rooms, bring carrots to the stables for the horses, set the dinner table alongside the staff, basically he would just be humble and lovely and helpful

he never ever thought he was better than them and he always wanted to learn how to do things, whether it was baking bread or grooming a horse or gardening

in particular he spent a lot of time in the kitchens with seokmin, sometimes trying to steal snacks (they always got caught) but also just hanging out with the cooks

the head chef, a middle aged woman, loved soonyoung to death!!!! and sometimes acted like more of a mother than his actual mom did, and if he ever scraped his knee or anything the first thing he would do would go crying to the kitchens

he never got good at cooking despite all of the chefs trying to teach him his favorite recipes, but it never stopped him from trying, bless his lil heart

by the time it was time for him to go to school his parents had gotten a tiny bit fed up with his dislike of his royal tutors, so they decided to send him to boarding school just outside the capital of the country

honestly high school wasn’t HORRIBLE for soonyoung, but he missed the palace and seokmin and being able to see his people, and when he graduated he really wanted to go to college in the capital …. and because he did well in school his parents let him apply to whatever school he wanted, which was only like 20 minutes walking from the palace

because soonyoung didn’t like acting superior to anyone he compromised with his parents (who wanted him to live in the palace w/ full security) and ended up living in a little apartment near his campus

which ……. is right next door to your little apartment!!!!

you don’t go to college, in fact you’ve actually just started to work in the palace kitchens because you’re saving up to go to college!!!! until then you’re capitalizing off of being an incredible baker and working in the palace

but you want to be able to take classes in business and start your own little cafe, which is a dream since you were young …… you figure that actually understanding business is necessary to own your own, but you don’t know ….. anything about it

anyways, when soonyoung moves in you’re surprised to walk out the elevator on a normal sunday morning and see ????? a bunch of secret service guards in the hallway ?????blocking the route to your home?????

at first you’re panicking because ur like “oh god they’re here because i took a cake home oh no what do i do” but then you realize that there must be something else going on!!!! for a moment you’re trying to figure it out but then you’re like. you’ve gotta get your groceries into your home before your ice cream melts

so you try to sneak past but the guards are stone faced and are like “you can’t go past here” and ur like ????um i live here ?????? and they’re like “provide proof of your residence”

at this point you’re truly confused and about to argue but then you hear a voice go “c’mon guys let them get to their apartment” and you turn and oh my god it’s the prince ??!??!!??!?!

you’ve never seen soonyoung in person despite working in the kitchens, the older staff always tell stories about the prince and talk about how well he’s grown up, but he’s understandably busy now that he’s older so he doesn’t stop by that much anymore

and the times that he has dropped into the kitchens you’ve been off shift

honestly you were sort of jealous of your co-worker friends because they would rave about how handsome and kind he was and u were like!!! i want to see the prince :-(

but seeing him in person you really don’t think your friends were doing him justice … his eyes are sparkling and his skin is practically glowing and his hair looks so soft and MAYBE you’re getting a little too starstruck, but soonyoung is even more handsome than the kitchen intern named mingyu who everyone thinks is a model

and when he smiles toothily at you, you’re like. oh my god. An Angel Is Right In Front Of My Eyes?

meanwhile soonyoung thinks your shocked expression is adorable and he’s excited to have such a cute neighbor, so he sticks his hand out nd introduces himself and you stutter out your name and then you stammer out “i’m sorry i don’t mean to be so rude i’ve just never seen a handsome prince in person”

which. is NOT what you meant to say but soonyoung laughs and his ears go a little pink and you’d probably happily stand there staring for another hour but... … one of the guards is like “your highness-” “PLEASE call me soonyoung” “-uhhh soonyoung you have a lot to unpack before your dinner with your parents” 

and the moment sort of fades away, you manage to get into your apartment but of course you can’t stop thinking about soonyoung (and how AWKWARD you are)

you think that even if he wasn’t the prince you would be excited for him to be living next door to you…...in fact you think him being the prince has almost nothing to do with the way you can’t stop thinking about his cheerful smile and kind eyes

little do you know :-) soonyoung is also thinking about you :-)

you wish that you could work up the courage to talk to him again, but you’re afraid of saying something embarrassing again and also he’s a prince!!! he’s surrounded by beautiful rich people that he could be friends or lovers with, so why would he want to be either of those things with you???

however your politeness and friendliness means that you have to give him a welcome gift, so a few days after he moves in, you bake him a cake and leave it at his door with a little note attached to it

and when soonyoung gets home from classes and sees your gift he blushes! he’s so happy!!!! he scrawls out a little thank you note (with a tiny drawing of himself eating cake!! cutie) and puts it on your door, and i’m not saying you stick it on your fridge but yeah you do that

you sort of get into a routine of passing notes between apartments, little things like “hope you have a good day” or “i liked the music you played last night haha,” but you never actually talk to each other :-(

because as famous as soonyoung is, he’s just as nervous to talk to his cute neighbor as you are!!!!

your schedules don’t line up at all so you don’t see each other either, but starting that night you’ll sometimes hear him laughing loudly with someone (seokmin!!!!) and sometimes you hear music playing (as he dances!!!) and it’s oddly comforting to know that he’s there

in fact you don’t see him until one slow day at the kitchens, you’re kneading dough and suddenly you hear the head chef exclaim “soonyoung!” and there he is in the flesh!!!!

many of the staff gravitate towards him, but you watch from afar, nervously trying to decide whether or not you should say hello or if you should just hide

but before you can slip away like a middle schooler with a crush soonyoung catches your eye!!! his smile grows at the sight of your floury apron and rosy cheeks and before you know it everyone’s going back to work and he makes his way over to your little baking station

seeing him in Prince Clothes honestly takes your breath away …. his hair is carefully done and he’s wearing a collared shirt and you don’t know how anyone is allowed to be this attractive?!?!?! especially when they’re also kind and rich !??!?!?!

soonyoung is like “i didn’t know you worked here or i would’ve come by sooner” and internally cringes at how cheesy he sounds…...

but when you duck your head and laugh shyly he figures it was worth sounding c*rny ;(

you talk for a couple of minutes before seokmin comes in and is like “soonyoung we gotta leave to go to this event rn” but before he leaves soonyoung asks if you’d like to come over for dinner on friday and your heart catches in your throat

and you say yes

as soon as he leaves the kitchen seokmin is like whom is that???? and soonyoung is like THAT Is The Most Amazing Person in the World and won’t shut up about how nice you are and how he can’t believe you said yes to getting dinner and seokmin regrets ever asking

friday you go next door to soonyoung’s for dinner………..except he sheepishly explains that he tried to cook and fucked it up ……….so you end up ordering chinese food but it feels more authentically soonyoung so you don’t really mind

and he’s genuinely interested in your interests and job and dreams so you end up talking until like midnight, he tells you about his fear of being king and his wish to help his people and make their lives better and his love of dancing

and as much as he’s interested in your dreams, you’re interested in his …… which is something that soonyoung doesn’t encounter that often ….. people are interested in his title or his image, but not necessarily what drives him and what he loves

and when he tells you he loves to dance and your eyes light up and you ask him to show you some time, he can’t help but lean in to kiss you

it’s only for a second before he realizes what he’s doing, and then he pulls away apologizing but you’re just like. soonyoung!!! don’t be sorry!!!!!!! and kiss him again

it’s your first kiss of many many many many many kisses

both you and soonyoung are always sort of in awe of the other, and for a while it’s difficult for either of you to believe that you’re dating, but slowly you get used to the movie nights and texting and cuddling and it stops being a fairytale

not that it isn’t still amazing!!! but soonyoung appreciates that you don’t expect a fairytale from him and understand that he’s just a normal guy who happens to be royalty, and you appreciate that he doesn’t want you to be royalty or famous, he loves you just the way you are

he starts stopping by the kitchens a lot more and the head chef totally knows and teases both of you about it, but also one day she tells you that she couldn’t have thought of a better fit for soonyoung and you can’t stop smiling for the rest of the day

despite soonyoung’s love of skinship, he wants your relationship to be private and intimate (because so much of his life has been public) so even after you’ve been together for a few years and the public knows about it your relationship the real affection is behind closed doors

but when ur in one of your apartments he will cuddle you until you overheat and literally need him to let go

he LOVES your baking and supports you wholeheartedly in your dream of opening a cafe!!!! it takes a long time but when you save up enough money and finally buy a little storefront near the castle he cuts the ribbon and obviously since prince soonyoung likes the cafe you do really well

but as he always tells you….. he made your talent known to the public but you’re the one who really made your dream come true, not him

he dances for you sometimes and you think it’s the most wonderful thing in the world!!!!! you encourage him to show people and it actually gets him to start teaching dance classes to underprivileged kids in the city !!!!!

when the two of you are wrapped under the covers and he whispers about his worries that  everyone sees him as “the prince” and not as soonyoung ….. you kiss his nose and tell him that there is no universe that you wouldn’t have fallen in love with him, prince or not

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Pebelle

Article by Lauren Weigle

Photo by Wolfgang Steiner

Hair/Makeup by Claudia Haider Models: Mark Stephen Baignet/Tempo--Suzi Stanekova/Look--Ina Rot/Stella Models--Leonie Böhm Styling by Pebelle, Emma Bell, and Polona Dolzan

Pebelle brings the art of tie-dyeing back and takes it to a new level of amazing.  Mixing old techniques with new ones, outfits are transformed into magical combinations with rad designs.  The brand, along with its pieces, prides itself on being completely unique it its styles, incorporating aspects of nature and the world around us into each individual garment.  Believing mass-production would take away from its appeal and it’s exclusivity of each clothing’s design, Pebelle sticks with its methodology, creating one piece at a time.  

Tell me about Pebelle’s one-line “Re-think Tie Dye!”

Elle UK magazine used it to describe my work in one of the first features they did with my items. I loved this sentence right away as it describes the intent I had to take this old technique and blow new life into it.

I understand you use traditional tie dye techniques in addition to ones you’ve developed in your garments.  Can you talk about some of the ones you’ve come up with or are they Top Secret?

Well, my techniques are top secret. Every pattern I create is unique, so there's no way to protect my work. So, I simply don't talk about what I am doing. The only thing I can tell is that I look at the dyeing process from the other way round and take a peek at the main principles of printing, then mix it all together in a non-scared manner. And, nothing is safe not to be used.

How did you first become interested in tie-dyeing?

I studied textile at the Academy of Fine Arts in Vienna, Austria and we had a dyeing workshop. We dyed everything we could think of: wood shavings, shuttlecocks, etc. One of us brought stockings along. The outcome was so exciting that we decided to do a whole weekend with just dyeing tights and stockings......that was 9 years ago and I resumed it.

So what made you decide to develop an entire label around this aesthetic?

It was love at first sight- no need to explain that further- everyone knows how that feels.

Tell me more about the anarchistic attitude that goes into Pebelle.

I do create this certain attitude with not following specific dyeing rules. My dye supplier that I'm always buying from and use as a consultant when it comes to technical questions, well his neck hair nearly stood up as I told him I am mixing my own colors.  The colors I use come as pigments, and you can get every facet you can imagine... so mixing is something you just don't do. After years of dyeing I have come to realize that this anarchistic attitude of mixing the dyes creates a new look as well, as I get lots of kaleidoscopic effects.

You’re creations are inspired by urban atmospheres, right?  

I am inspired by urban atmospheres as much as by natural phenomena. Wherever I look when I leave the house, I see colors and patterns that impress me. For example, as I was in LA last summer, waiting for my friend to leave the house, I discovered these beautiful patterned leaves in his garden and the thought hit me to do a line with these. That's when the collection "A Forest" formed in my brain. The idea developed until I was at a point where I knew I wanted to do a camouflage for all kinds of surroundings. I started with the forest, we had a wonderful shooting in the summer and it worked out great; the model got totally lost in the under wood. The biggest compliment was as a butterfly came to sit down on one of my dyed silk scarves. And it had exactly the same color as the scarf! Right now I am in the process of creating the same for an urban surrounding. I do collect images of walls, redo them with tie dye on dresses, shirts, and will soon have a shooting with people wearing my items in front of these walls. Future prospects are to do it in the sea, in the sky, and so on.......a never ending story- maybe I'll make a book with it one day.

Any other sources of inspiration for your pieces?

Anything can be a source of inspiration, for me interaction with other people is a big field of inspiration, so I do love to sit in cafes and watch people pass by. Plus, I am a passionate reader; a lover of art; a fan of music, musicians, and music videos; and last but not least, I do enjoy films. All of it offers a variety of imprints they leave in my mind.

So, each piece is unique and created by hand?

Yes, totally.

What advantages and disadvantages go along with this?

A lot of my customers like the idea that the designer themself has had his/her hands on an item; a precious knowledge in days of huge factories filled with people working under slavery conditions. I think more and more people re-think their attitude towards shopping. In your previous question you have already mentioned another advantage, being unique. I wouldn't be able to create my own, typical patterns if I wouldn't do hand-work. I kept going through possibilities of re-creating items in large numbers, but came to realize that these patterns would get lost. Now every item is like a miniature-tableau, showing new details every time you look at it. This is why a tie-dye style pair of H&M leggings won't have the same effect on you. It's manufactured differently. Creating by hand can also turn into a disadvantage when it comes to produce big numbers. But to be honest, first of all I want my works to stay exclusive and secondly I'm sure I find a way (to say it with Joe Cocker's words: "With a little help from my friends") if the order to dress 10,000 people comes up.

Where can your latest creations be seen or purchased?

Right now my items can be bought and seen in various shops in Vienna, and exclusively in shops in Germany or Great Britain. In America you either have to head out to New Jersey, were Dahl Collection has a selection of Leggings or you just simply drop by my ETSY store. I do play with the idea of an own online shop but am not settled yet. There's a full stock list on my homepage, plus a link to all websites that show my items and even sell them. My items will be featured inside a fashion book that will be published worldwide in various languages in spring. Plus, I am fulfilling the dream of my life in June, which is a big blast for my pride and maybe for my career as well. Unfortunately, I am not allowed to talk about it right now, but it will be seen all over America.

So, what performing artists and designers have you collaborated with?

So far I have worked on creating textiles for British designer Emma Bell's SS10 collection and with the Austrian men's wear label SUPERATED on their SS11 Alleatory collection. I created a line of scarves and hosiery for men to go with their items. I did work with Fan Death, they used my hosiery for their European tour last year and collaborated on costumes with the finish Electro singer Kississings for her music video "Anything u want" or for the Los Angeles based band VUM, were I dressed Ballet dancers for a great video they shoot in the Joshua Tree desert- this video is not published yet but will soon be out. Other musicians that wear my hosiery are: Monique Maion from Brazil, Brilliant Pebbles, and Pure Magical Love from Chicago, US or Apache Beat, NY. Right now I do create T-Shirts for a hot and upcoming Indie Band "The Jamborines”. They are based in Switzerland but actually in possess of a lead singer from California, who lived in Seattle for a while, so Seattle is going to be their first stop when heading to the US in April watch out for them!

Any memorable moments to speak of?

I was very taken aback as I received the message that Whoopi Goldberg popped into a store in Vienna and bought one of my leggings. She had been in town for the Life Ball.  And, I just recently sent a very important email, asking for my items to be used on-screen, somewhere huge. And a) there was an answer b) the answer was positive and c) they were so nice. This is going to be a big step for me. 2011 here we go!

So, what’s a definite plus when it comes to collaborating with others?

The interaction, the bonding of two individual lines with their own attitude - it's like with a recipe: mix two really good ingredients together and the result with be brilliant. Collaborating always creates something totally new, something a label wouldn't have managed on its own. I am glad it happens a lot lately.

But, what’s great about standing on your own and coming out with a garment or collection that’s “all you”?

It makes me proud. I live my dream. Pebelle is like a child for me. I care for her, am responsible for her, and try to bring her up. I am glad I haven't left it with the idea, but really created some attention.

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Six Celebrities Who Honestly Believe The Earth Is Flat

In case you needed a reminder, yes we are in the year 2017, and yes there are people that think Earth is flat.

And not just your regular “Mad Mike” characters. Oh no, a number of celebrities in the past few years have come out in favor of the bizarre theory.

From basketball players to musicians, a number of celebrities are jumping on the flat Earth bandwagon. You’d hope that most of these aren’t actually being serious but, hey, a climate change denier is currently President of the United States. Anything goes it seems.

So here are a few celebrities who, for one reason or another, have expressed the view that they think the Earth is flat. I’m looking forward to seeing what exciting conspiracy theory makes its way into the public mainstream in 2018.

Kyrie Irving

Kyrie Irving has backed away from his flat Earth comments. Jamie Lamor Thompson/Shutterstock

Kyrie Irving is the celebrity that arguably started this recent bout of flat Earthness. In early 2017, the Cleveland Cavaliers’ guard said he thought Earth was flat.

“This is not even a conspiracy theory,” he said in February. “The Earth is flat. The Earth is flat. It’s right in front of our faces. I’m telling you, it’s right in front of our faces. They lie to us.”

Irving doubled down on his beliefs multiple times. But in September, he claimed that the whole thing had just been a “social experiment“, and he had spun the world “into a frenzy”.

So, it was all just a joke? I guess. Haha. Very funny.

Sammy Watkins/Draymond Green/Wilson Chandler/Shaquille O’Neal

Shaq claims he was just kidding. Karen Struthers/Shutterstock

Irving may have been joking, but that didn’t stop a number of other basketball players coming out in support of the flat Earth theory.

Los Angeles Rams receiver Sammy Watkins supposedly also believes Earth is flat, although maybe he was in on the “joke” too.

There’s also Golden State Warriors forward Draymond Green, who said he didn’t know if the Earth was flat, “but it could be“.

And there’s Denver Nuggets forward Wilson Chandler, who in February tweeted: “I agree with him” in response to a now-deleted tweet about Irving.

Shaquille O’Neal, too, also got involved, later claiming he had been joking that he thought the Earth was flat.

Who’s being truthful? Is anything real? Is Earth really flat?! I just don’t know.

B.o.B

While we’re not sure if those basketball players were just pulling our leg or not, rapper B.o.B seems pretty adamant the Earth is flat. At the start of 2016, he tweeted a string of bizarre comments supporting the idea.

“A lot of people are turned off by the phrase ‘flat earth’ … but there’s no way u can see all the evidence and not know… grow up,” he said.

“No matter how high in elevation you are… the horizon is always eye level … sorry cadets… I didn’t wanna believe it either.”

This led to a now rather infamous “rap battle” with astrophysicist Neil deGrasse Tyson, who took it upon himself to debunk most of B.o.B’s musings.

Yes, B.o.B could have been joking too. But a cursory glance at his Twitter feed suggests that’s probably not the case.

Just a few days ago, for example, he sent this bizarre tweet: “now realize that there is no earth… there is only now.” Yep.

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He shot to the fore again in September, when he was apparently seeking money for a crowdfunding campaign to send a satellite into orbit and test if Earth was flat.

That looks like it might have been fake, however, so perhaps B.o.B will never get the answers he’s seeking.

Tila Tequila

Tila Tequila holds some… interesting views. Tinseltown/Shutterstock

I’m not 100 percent clear on who Tila Tequila is, let alone how she became famous. I hear it has something to do with Myspace, but hey, apparently she’s a celebrity.

And last year, she made headlines (again?) when she repeatedly tweeted that she thought Earth was flat, and wanted someone to tweet her evidence it wasn’t.

“I WILL STOP MY #FLATEARTH TALK IF SOMEONE CAN SEND ME A GOD DAMN PHOTO OF THE HORIZON WITH A CURVATURE!” she eloquently wrote. Lovely.

She also queried why buildings in New York would stand straight up, rather than tilt, if Earth was round. Please don’t make me explain why this isn’t the case.

Aside from thinking Earth is flat, the Trump supporter also appears to have some questionable views in favor of Hitler, and has been pictured making a Nazi salute at a far-right rally. How nice.

Freddie Flintoff

Flintoff is a cricket person. Featureflash Photo Agency/Shutterstock

Those of you in the US might not know who Freddie Flintoff is, but here in the UK he’s a pretty famous cricketer who was instrumental in England’s defeat of Australia in the 2005 Ashes series.

He might be good at cricket, but it appears he’s not that good at science. Speaking on a podcast for BBC 5 Live in the UK last week, he expressed some rather bizarre views and said there was evidence suggesting the world wasn’t round.

“If you’re in a helicopter and you hover, why does the Earth not come to you if it’s round?” he asked his co-hosts. The answer, dear Freddie, is relativity.

He also didn’t understand why water stayed still if we were hurtling through space (gravity), and why you can see a laser that you fire into the distance. Not sure what he’s going on about here.

“The middle is the North Pole, around the outside is the South Pole which is like a big wall of ice,” he said. “This is why all governments now have bases on the South Pole.”

I, uh… okay. I see.

A. J. Styles/Sherri Shepherd

Shepherd infamously once said she didn’t know if Earth was flat. Rena Schild/Shutterstock

Okay, so WWE wrestler Styles didn’t explicity say he thought Earth was flat, but he did make some comments that alluded to the fact he might believe just that.

“I don’t think the world is flat, I’m just saying there’s some stuff about it,” he said earlier this year. “That’s all. I’m not a flat earther. I’m just saying there’s some things about it that make sense.”

Uh huh.

Then there was Sherri Shepherd, who was given quite a hard time for comments she made on The View back in 2007.

When asked if the world was flat by Whoopi Goldberg, she responded: “I don’t know. I never thought about it Whoopi. Is the world flat? I never thought about it. I tell you what I thought about, how I’m going to feed my child.”

Shepherd got a huge amount of stick for the comments, and later clarified that she didn’t think the Earth was flat.

But it goes to show that, when it comes to Earth being flat, you’re probably best to stick on the side of science.

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Six Celebrities Who Honestly Believe The Earth Is Flat

In case you needed a reminder, yes we are in the year 2017, and yes there are people that think Earth is flat.

And not just your regular “Mad Mike” characters. Oh no, a number of celebrities in the past few years have come out in favor of the bizarre theory.

From basketball players to musicians, a number of celebrities are jumping on the flat Earth bandwagon. You’d hope that most of these aren’t actually being serious but, hey, a climate change denier is currently President of the United States. Anything goes it seems.

So here are a few celebrities who, for one reason or another, have expressed the view that they think the Earth is flat. I’m looking forward to seeing what exciting conspiracy theory makes its way into the public mainstream in 2018.

Kyrie Irving

Kyrie Irving has backed away from his flat Earth comments. Jamie Lamor Thompson/Shutterstock

Kyrie Irving is the celebrity that arguably started this recent bout of flat Earthness. In early 2017, the Cleveland Cavaliers’ guard said he thought Earth was flat.

“This is not even a conspiracy theory,” he said in February. “The Earth is flat. The Earth is flat. It’s right in front of our faces. I’m telling you, it’s right in front of our faces. They lie to us.”

Irving doubled down on his beliefs multiple times. But in September, he claimed that the whole thing had just been a “social experiment“, and he had spun the world “into a frenzy”.

So, it was all just a joke? I guess. Haha. Very funny.

Sammy Watkins/Draymond Green/Wilson Chandler/Shaquille O’Neal

Shaq claims he was just kidding. Karen Struthers/Shutterstock

Irving may have been joking, but that didn’t stop a number of other basketball players coming out in support of the flat Earth theory.

Los Angeles Rams receiver Sammy Watkins supposedly also believes Earth is flat, although maybe he was in on the “joke” too.

There’s also Golden State Warriors forward Draymond Green, who said he didn’t know if the Earth was flat, “but it could be“.

And there’s Denver Nuggets forward Wilson Chandler, who in February tweeted: “I agree with him” in response to a now-deleted tweet about Irving.

Shaquille O’Neal, too, also got involved, later claiming he had been joking that he thought the Earth was flat.

Who’s being truthful? Is anything real? Is Earth really flat?! I just don’t know.

B.o.B

While we’re not sure if those basketball players were just pulling our leg or not, rapper B.o.B seems pretty adamant the Earth is flat. At the start of 2016, he tweeted a string of bizarre comments supporting the idea.

“A lot of people are turned off by the phrase ‘flat earth’ … but there’s no way u can see all the evidence and not know… grow up,” he said.

“No matter how high in elevation you are… the horizon is always eye level … sorry cadets… I didn’t wanna believe it either.”

This led to a now rather infamous “rap battle” with astrophysicist Neil deGrasse Tyson, who took it upon himself to debunk most of B.o.B’s musings.

Yes, B.o.B could have been joking too. But a cursory glance at his Twitter feed suggests that’s probably not the case.

Just a few days ago, for example, he sent this bizarre tweet: “now realize that there is no earth… there is only now.” Yep.

–

He shot to the fore again in September, when he was apparently seeking money for a crowdfunding campaign to send a satellite into orbit and test if Earth was flat.

That looks like it might have been fake, however, so perhaps B.o.B will never get the answers he’s seeking.

Tila Tequila

Tila Tequila holds some… interesting views. Tinseltown/Shutterstock

I’m not 100 percent clear on who Tila Tequila is, let alone how she became famous. I hear it has something to do with Myspace, but hey, apparently she’s a celebrity.

And last year, she made headlines (again?) when she repeatedly tweeted that she thought Earth was flat, and wanted someone to tweet her evidence it wasn’t.

“I WILL STOP MY #FLATEARTH TALK IF SOMEONE CAN SEND ME A GOD DAMN PHOTO OF THE HORIZON WITH A CURVATURE!” she eloquently wrote. Lovely.

She also queried why buildings in New York would stand straight up, rather than tilt, if Earth was round. Please don’t make me explain why this isn’t the case.

Aside from thinking Earth is flat, the Trump supporter also appears to have some questionable views in favor of Hitler, and has been pictured making a Nazi salute at a far-right rally. How nice.

Freddie Flintoff

Flintoff is a cricket person. Featureflash Photo Agency/Shutterstock

Those of you in the US might not know who Freddie Flintoff is, but here in the UK he’s a pretty famous cricketer who was instrumental in England’s defeat of Australia in the 2005 Ashes series.

He might be good at cricket, but it appears he’s not that good at science. Speaking on a podcast for BBC 5 Live in the UK last week, he expressed some rather bizarre views and said there was evidence suggesting the world wasn’t round.

“If you’re in a helicopter and you hover, why does the Earth not come to you if it’s round?” he asked his co-hosts. The answer, dear Freddie, is relativity.

He also didn’t understand why water stayed still if we were hurtling through space (gravity), and why you can see a laser that you fire into the distance. Not sure what he’s going on about here.

“The middle is the North Pole, around the outside is the South Pole which is like a big wall of ice,” he said. “This is why all governments now have bases on the South Pole.”

I, uh… okay. I see.

A. J. Styles/Sherri Shepherd

Shepherd infamously once said she didn’t know if Earth was flat. Rena Schild/Shutterstock

Okay, so WWE wrestler Styles didn’t explicity say he thought Earth was flat, but he did make some comments that alluded to the fact he might believe just that.

“I don’t think the world is flat, I’m just saying there’s some stuff about it,” he said earlier this year. “That’s all. I’m not a flat earther. I’m just saying there’s some things about it that make sense.”

Uh huh.

Then there was Sherri Shepherd, who was given quite a hard time for comments she made on The View back in 2007.

When asked if the world was flat by Whoopi Goldberg, she responded: “I don’t know. I never thought about it Whoopi. Is the world flat? I never thought about it. I tell you what I thought about, how I’m going to feed my child.”

Shepherd got a huge amount of stick for the comments, and later clarified that she didn’t think the Earth was flat.

But it goes to show that, when it comes to Earth being flat, you’re probably best to stick on the side of science.

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