#i just wanted to make them gaks

[screamingmorton]

Debating whether or not i actually want to post this here but fuck it. Gals.

[vendetta-if]

Happy independence day my fellow Indonesian! 17 Agustus tahun 45 itulah hari kemerdekaan kita~~ 🇮🇩🇮🇩🇮🇩. Ada rencana ikut games meramaikan acara 17an gak nih wkwkwk? Anyway going with the theme, what annual independence day games would the ROs more likely participate in? If they play panjat pinang together how chaotic would it be? LOL (no flying Skylar it's cheating!!!)

Ps: Please answer this ask on the independence day if you don't mind, thank you~~

Happy Independence Day, my fellow Indonesians 🇮🇩 And Happy 78th Birthday to our country. I hope you guys have a great day and are enjoying the holiday! Although, I’m sorry for those who had to endure through upacara this morning.

As for which ROs would participate in the Independence Day games and what kind of games they would participate in…

First of all, Rin would not want to join because it’ll be just too embarrassing for them, alright! Do you derive enjoyment from seeing them struggle and making fool of themselves in these games? 😭

Santana would like to play the more fun and team-oriented games, like the classic tug of war, playing game of telephone or relay but with water or flour, or the balloon dance game where you and a partner have to keep the balloon from touching the floor without touching it with your hands.

Now, Ash and Skylar, both of them would be up for any games available and they would definitely compete against each other 😆 But of course there’ll be games where one of them excel more than the other.

For example, I can see Ash completely dominating the eating kerupuk game. They’ll annihilate that poor kerupuk so fast 💀 Skylar, in the meantime, would actually be good in sack race (maybe they use their flying ability just a tiny bit to assist them 🤭)

And pray to God if Ash and Skylar have to work together in a team/partner game 😭 But overall, it’ll be fun to see them two participating in the games 🥰

Anyway, here’s a video of little MC participating in a game with Yvette:

[herrscherrofyatta]

Interesting introduction

Pairing: Albedo x F!reader

cw: angst, crack, y/n is the alchemist, Albedo is a voice actor, Isekai, idk what else to put, Albedo is a simp (real), it's all fun and games until it's not

summary: Albedo finally meets the love of his life in a weird way

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Albedo could hardly believe what he was feeling and witnessing with his own two eyes.

"I'll ask again, what are you doing here?" The [h/c] haired woman demands, ignoring the fact that she was straddling him as he tried to breathe normally.

He stutters as he feels his face beginning to heat up rapidly as he tries to avert his eyes from her...uh chest.

'So people's designs of what she wears underneath her coat are true after all.'

He couldn't quite find his words so he brought her coat up with his shaky arm, making the woman on top of him raise a brow.

Her (E/C) hues glance at the coat before looking back at Albedo who, at this point, his whole face is on fire.

"My apologies." She says in a monotone voice as she gets off and he sits up, the heat on his face goes down a bit as the air around them goes awkward.

She stares at him, the expression on her face was enough to know she didn't want to speak to him at all but was forced to.

"You may not remember me but you saved my life three days ago." He starts as he feels the coat before without thinking, he brings it works her shoulders.

"You'll catch a cold if you're not dressed for the cold properly." He buttons the first button surprising himself and the two behind him.

[ Y/n ] blinks at this as Albedo lets out a small 'gak' at this gesture.

"Eh!?" A high-pitched voice could be what from behind them and he freezes up.

—

"Paimon can't wait to get back and get a taste of [ Y/n ]'s cooking!" Paimon couldn't help but yell excitedly as she flies circles around the pair, the traveler was slightly amused by this as [ Y/n ] kept a straightforward look on her face as she leads the way.

The traveler notices this and was about to ask what's wrong but the woman already beat it to them.

"Traveler, Paimon, stay behind while I head in first." The traveler raises a brow at this and before he could speak up, again, she enters.

The blonde and Paimon look at each other before shrugging their shoulders.

They slowly make their way to the entrance and peel inside...only to see [ Y/n ] straddling a person on the floor who is on his back.

"Isn't that how you two met?" Paimon comments as she watches carefully, "maybe this person is dangerous...."

She takes those words out it seems like the two on the floor speak a few words and separate. Only for this person to pull a coat over [ Y/n ]'s shoulders and cover his figure as they face each other.

"Eh!?" Pain screams out in surprise as she could visibly see sparkles surrounding the two on the floor.

I look back and my eyes go wide as I see someone I didn't expect to be here.

"A-aether!?"

"Traveler.....I thought I told you to wait outside." [ Y/n ] says as she fumbles up, the coat around her sways with her movements.

"Well, there wasn't any danger here..... except this dude trying to seduce you." Paimon pointed at me, she was angry.

I stand up, waving my arms at this. "No, you got it all wrong. I was here to deliver [ Y/n ]'s coat and thank her for saving me three days ago. Without her, I may have died (a second time) out in the cold." I explain, fully knowing there was another reason but didn't bring it up.

I take a glance at Aether, who knew that he would be the protagonist in Teyvat...

Wait....

"Is this true, [ Y/n ]?" Paimon asks as she folds her arm as looks over to the woman who is already occupied with something else. "...." Paimon sighs, "right if it doesn't catch her eye, she'll move on."

Aether nods as he takes a quiet glance at the other blonde who is just staring at him.

"Traveler, we can head to our next experiment. I would still like to see how you deal during certain situations with the Hilichurls that reside here." [ Y/n ]'s voice snaps back and I immediately speak up, making her look at me.

"I heard from the people of Mondstadt, that you need someone who can draw for your observations and experiments."

I bring out my sketchbook that was inside my bag and extend it to her.

She looks at it before giving a smile, gesturing to Aether and Paimon to leave. "Traveler, I marked down on your map where we'll meet up for the next experiment."

He nods and heads out, not thinking too much of this. [ Y/n ] gently takes it out of my hand and opens it, "my, you were prepared. You even brought your portfolio with you up in the mountains...."

She scrims through the pages as she speaks, but pauses upon a page that I completely forgot was in there.

"You say that you're an artist and you heard from the people of Mondstadt that I need an artist...." She holds up the drawing....a drawing I drew of her back in my world.

"We never met but it seems like this shows that we have."

Oh god.

"I drew that with how the citizens described you since I memorize things better when I have a clear image in my head?" I blurt out which seems to impress her as she lets out a hum.

"Interesting..." She mutters before continuing to flip the pages.

"I didn't quite catch your name, what should I call you?" She smiles and hands me the book back.

My face heats up slightly as I think how beautiful her smile is.

"My name is Albedo, Albedo Kreideprinz."

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[delulu-with-wandanat]

I suddenly had a dumb idea for a fic. I noticed there’s a few Indonesian peeps here so this is for u guys, in honor of 17 August. Plus perhaps other fellow southeast asians can relate XD

Gender neutral reader 🫶

Natasha Romanoff x Sibling!Reader

Y/n and Nat were sent to Indonesia for a mission. The mission was a breeze of course but they were still being chased by the enemy. Unfortunately, traffics in this country is INSANE. Thankfully, Y/n had stayed here longer than Nat and has mastered the ways of the locals.

Natasha and Y/n were running away after a successful mission, but their enemy were hot on their trail.

Natasha approached a motorcyclist and tried to force him to get out of his bike. “Sir, I need to use your motorcycle. Avengers business.” The guy looked confused, clearly he didn’t speak any English.

“Hah??” The guys simply said.

The biker kept sitting on his bike, not making a move to get off it. Y/n took control of the situation. “Pinjem motor asu, ato gak gw gorok tuh leher.” They pointed a knife threateningly at him.

The guy immediately got off his bike out of fear and Y/n sat on the driver side. Natasha followed suit and sat behind them while narrowing her eyes. “You can’t just threaten a guy!”

“Dafuq you want me to do, suck his dick as compensation?!” Once Natasha was secured they accelerated the bike. Unfortunately for them the traffic was insane.

“Get off, we’ll have a better chance running.”

“No, I got this Nat!”

“In this traffic, are you insane?!”

“Just trust me! I have mastered the way of riding like mas-mas Gojek.”

“The fuck you mean by mas-“ She couldn’t finish her sentence cause her sibling drove the motorcycle up the pedestrian path. “Y/n, this is illegal!”

“Not in tanah air!” She did not know jackshit of what they meant, but regardless they expertly maneuvered their way through traffic like a mad man. Not even bumping once on a car or other motorcylist.

They constantly honk and earning side eyes from other drivers. Occasionally shouting, “MINGGIR NGENTOT.”

Y/n’s extra few weeks of stay in Indonesia proved to be useful, nonetheless Natasha was feeling slightly, nay, VERY embarrassed.

(LMAO idek what im on tbh but there u go. Under here is the translation and explanation.)

Pinjem motor asu, ato gak gw gorok tuh leher:

Give us your bike, or I’ll slit your throat.

Mas-mas Gojek:

Basically the equivalent of an Uber driver, but they use motorcycles. Known for their incredible skills of slipping between cars during heavy traffic.

Tanah air:

Homeland (literal translation according to google). Another word Indonesian typically use to refer to Indonesia.

MINGGIR NGENTOT:

MOVE CUNT (but like in the rudest form, worst than cunt. Literal translation for ‘ngentot’ is fuck. It don’t make sense but basically yeah.)

[withered-rose-unbreakable-lotus]

Since many of you liked the masterpost with visual kei movies, which proves many of us are still around, is there anything else you'd like info on? In case I know sth that could help I mean.

Is there for example a band you were always interested in but never got down to searching, or one that still intrigues you, but you just never found the right song to like them? Cause sometimes some bands do have some bangers that never make it to an mv form, I mean.

I don't know everything about every band, of course, and my knowledge lessens greatly when it comes to bands formed after 2018, but still, if you got a question do share it, maybe one of my followers has sth you need.

The bands I'm most familiar with (therefore I'm most likely to know sth more about) are:

9GOATS BLACK OUT

Alice Nine

AND -eccentric agent-

BORN

Codomo Dragon (until Kana's departure, cause roller coaster of emotions, however I am still following Kana's work)

D (Asagi solo, Ruiza solo & Hide Zou solo, as well as some stuff from their previous bands)

DIAURA

DOG inThePWO

Gak (ex. Purple Stone)

Hyde

NETH PRIERE CAIN (only newbie I know a few things about, emphasis on "few")

Kaya (mostly his solo activity, my knowledge on bands he's been in is pretty limited (i.e: Femme Fatale & Schwarz Stein))

Kiryu (& some My Dragon stuff)

Liraizo (until Suzune's withdrawal at least)

Malice Mizer (Klaha, Mana, Közi and Yu~ki activities all in, although I know almost nth about Moi dix Mois)

Gackt

Megaromania (Sui (David) and Mizaly solo activities included)

Metis Gretel

RonoCro (limited knowledge, mostly around Minami)

REIGN

Plastic Tree (however I'm more familiar with Ryutaro's solo music cause I could find more stuff I liked there)

Screw (and any solo or session band activity of the members)

KHRYST+

Anli Pollicino (limited knowledge)

VANIRU (limited knowledge)

SuG (mostly anything Takeru did while in the band, every solo work during its course and after it)

The GazettE

The Valentine

Fi'ance (a little more than limited knowledge)

TRUST (some stuff I guess)

Tokami (from Agato's joining till the disband) (basically every band he's been in, I've checked it too)

Versailles (+ Kamijo's and Hizaki's solos)

Hizaki Grace Project

Lareine

Vistlip (+ Lill)

I think that's all. Yeah my life revolves around bands I know. If anyone wants recommendations or wants to know sth about a release or a video or sth, feel free to ask.

[realjimmyfacts]

How to make meth

Making Methamphetamine at home:

List of chemicals and materials:

Diluted HCl - also called Muriatic acid - can be obtained from hardware stores, in the pool section

NaOH - also called lye

Ethyl Ether - aka Diethyl Ether - Et-0-Et - can be obtained from engine starting fluid, usually from a large supermarket. Look for one that says "high ethyl ether content", such as Prestone

Ephedrine The cottons in todays vicks nasle inhalers dont contain efed or pfed (ephedrin or psuedoephedrin) but there are still lots of easy ways to get good ephed or pfed, pure ephedrin can be extracted out of it's plant matter, from a plant that can be bought at most garden stores. Or you can get pfed from decongestive pills like sudafed. Most people perfer to work with pfed from pills rather then ephed from the plant. The important thing is that you must have pure pfed/ephed as any contaminants will fuck up the molar ratio leaving you with over-reduced shit or under-reduced shit. Or contaminats will jell durring baseifying and gak up your product which will then be very hard to clean. So you want to find a pill that is nearly pure pfed hcl, or as close to pure as you can get. Also check the lable on your pills and see what inactive ingredients they contain. Inactive ingredients are things like binders and flavors. These you dont want and will remove when cleaning your pills. but certain inactive ingredients are harder to remove then others. You dont want pills with a red coating, you dont want pills with alot of cellose in them and you dont want pills with much wax. you also dont want pills that contain povidone. As a rule, if you have a two pills that contain the same amount of pfed hcl then take the smaller sized pill because it obviously has less binders and inactive ingredients, time released pills are usualy harder to work with because they have more binders and tend to gel up durring the a/b stage. Also only buy pills that have pfed hcl as the only active ingredient. You first have to make ephedrine (which is sometimes sold as meth by itself):If you are selling it...I would just make ephedrine and say it's meth.

Distilled water - it's really cheap, so you have no reason to use the nasty stuff from the tap. Do things right.

List of equipment :

A glass eyedropper

Three small glass bottles with lids (approx. 3 oz., but not important)one should be marked at 1.5oz, use tape on the outside to mark it (you might want to label it as ether). One should be clear (and it can't be the marked one).

A Pyrex dish (the meatloaf one is suggested)

A glass quart jar

Sharp scissors

Clean rubber gloves

Coffee filters

A measuring cup

Measuring spoons

Preparing your Lab:

Preparing Ethyl Ether:

WARNING: Ethyl Ether is very flammable and is heavier than air. Do not use ethyl ether near flame or non-sparkless motors. It is also an anaesthetic and can cause respiratory collapse if you inhale too much.

Take the unmarked small bottle and spray starter fluid in it until it looks half-full. Then fill the rest of the way with water, cap the bottle and shake for 5 minutes. Let it sit for a minute or two, and tap the side to try and separate the clear upper layer. Then, draw off the top (ether) layer with the eyedropper, and throw away the lower (water) and cloudy layer. Place the ether in the marked container. Repeat this until you have about 1.5 oz. of ether. Put the cap on it, and put it in the freezer if you can. Rinse the other bottle and let it stand.

Ethyl ether is very pungent. Even a small evaporated amount is quite noticeable.

Ephedrine & or P-Ephedrine: Please discuss this on the neonjoint forum

5. Pour 1/8 teaspoon of the lye crystals into the bottle of ephedrine and agitate. Do this carefully, as the mixture will become hot, and give off hydrogen gas and/or steam. H2 gas is explosive and lighter than air, avoid any flames as usual. Repeat this step until the mixture remains cloudy. This step neutralizes the HCl in the salt, leaving the insoluble free base (l-desoxyephedrine) again. Why do we do this? So that we can get rid of any water-soluble impurities. For 3 oz. bottles, this should take only 3 repetitions or so.

6. Fill the bottle from step 5 up the rest of the way with ethyl ether. Cap the bottle, and agitate for about 8 minutes. It is very important to expose every molecule of the free-base to the ether for as long as possible. This will cause the free base to dissolve into the ether (it -is- soluble in ether).

7. Let the mixture settle. There will be a middle layer that is very thick. Tap the side of the bottle to get this layer as thin as possible. This is why this bottle should be clear.

8. Remove the top (ether) layer with the eyedropper, being careful not to get any of the middle layer in it. Place the removed ether layer into a third bottle.

9. Add to the third bottle enough water to fill it half-way and about 5 drops of muriatic acid. Cap it. Shake the bottle for 2 minutes. When it settles, remove the top layer and throw it away. The free base has now been bonded to the HCl again, forming a water soluble salt. This time, we're getting rid of ether-soluble impurities. Make sure to get rid of all the ether before going to step 11!

10. If there is anything left from step 3, repeat the procedure with it.

11. Evaporate the solution in the Pyrex dish on low heat. You can do this on the stove or nuke it in the microwave (be careful of splashing), but I have found that if you leave it on top of a hot-water heater (like the one that supplies hot water to your house) for about 2-3 days, the remaining crystals will be ephedrine HCl.

If you microwave it, I suggest no more than 5-10s at one time. If it starts "popping", that means you have too little liquid left to microwave. You can put it under a bright (100W) lamp instead. Microwaving can result in uneven heating, anyway.

First Batch: 120mg ephedrine HClEstimated: 300mg (100% of theoretical, disregarding HCl)

Now, Making Methamphetamine out of ephedrine by reducing it with Hydroiodic Acid and Red Phosphorus.

Items needed:

Alot of matchbooks (the kind with the striking pad)

Coffee filters (or filter paper)

Something that measures ml and grams

A flask (a small pot with a lid can be used)

iodine

Hydroiodic Acid (I will tell you how to make this)

Red Phosphorus (I will tell you how to make this)

Lye

*Optional (toluene and HCI gas)

Making Red Phosphorus:

The striking pad on books of matches is about 50% red phosphorus. The determined experimenter could obtain a pile of red phosphorus by scraping off the striking pads of matchbooks with a sharp knife. A typical composition of the striking pad is about 50% red phosphorus, along with about 30% antimony sulfide, and lesser amounts of glue, iron oxide, MnO2, and glass powder. I don't think these contaminants will seriously interfere with the reaction. Naturally, it is a tedious process to get large amounts of red phosphorus by scraping the striking pads off matchbooks, but who cares?

Making Hydroiodic Acid:

This is made by mixing iodine and red phosphorus. When making hydroiodic acid from iodine and red phosphorus, the acid is prepared first, and allowed to come to complete reaction for 20 minutes before adding the ephedrine to it. The way around the roadblock here is to just boil off some more of the water from the ephedrine extract, and make the acid mixture in fresh pure water. Since the production of HI from iodine and red phosphorus gives off a good deal of heat, it is wise to chill the mixture in ice, and slowly add the iodine crystals to the red phosphorus-water mixture.

Now, Making Methamphetamine:

To do the reaction, a 1000 ml round bottom flask is filled with 150 grams of ephedrine. Also added to the flask are 40 grams of red phosphorus and 340 ml of 47% hydroiodic acid. This same acid and red phosphorus mixture can be prepared from adding 150 grams of iodine crystals to 150 grams of red phosphorus in 300 ml of water. This should produce the strong hydroiodic acid solution needed. Exactly how strong the acid needs to be, I can't say . With the ingredients mixed together in the flask, a condenser is attached to the flask, and the mixture is boiled for one day. This length of time is needed for best yields and highest octane numbers on the product. While it is cooking, the mixture is quite red and messy looking from the red phosphorus floating around in it.When one day of boiling under reflux is up, the flask is allowed to cool, then it is diluted with an equal volume of water. Next, the red phosphorus is filtered out. A series of doubled up coffee filters will work to get out all the red phosphorus, but real filter paper is better. The filtered solution should look a golden color. A red color may indicate that all the red phosphorus is not yet out. If so, it is filtered again. The filtered-out phosphorus can be saved for use in the next batch. If filtering does not remove the red color, there may be iodine floating around the solution. It can be removed by adding a few dashes of sodium bisulfate or sodium thiosulfate.The next step in processing the batch is to neutralize the acid. A strong lye solution is mixed up and added to the batch while shaking until the batch is strongly basic. This brings the meth out as liquid free base floating on top of the water. The strongly basic solution is shaken vigorously to ensure that all the meth has been converted to the free base. You now can sell or use the free base for injection use or with free base meth now obtained, the next step you can do is to form the crystalline hydrochloride salt of meth. To do this, a few hundred mls of toluene is added to the batch, and the meth free base extracted out as usual. If the chemist's cooking has been careful, the color of the toluene extract will be clear to pale yellow. If this is the case, the product is sufficiently pure to make nice white crystals just by bubbling dry HCl gas through the toluene extract. If the toluene extract is darker colored, a distillation is called for to get pure meth free base. The yield of pure methamphetamine hydrochloride should be from 100 to 110 grams.

[dwrlm-orion]

ABOUT THE NEWEST TWST HALLOWEEN EVENT🎃🐦‍⬛

Here's things I take a notes from the event (correct me if I'm wrong or just TELL ME IF I MISSED SOME THINGS)

IMPORTANT, this is just my notes and rants so it will get messy, I mean a real mess. And I'll mix Indonesian and English language since it's easier (for me and my english it still improving, I hope). Hehe :D

It's gonna be a long post I ever type. Help

Not recommend to read since this is just my rants.

🎃

Halloween Event Tittle:

"Lost in The Book with Tim Burton's The Nightmare Before Christmas"

I wonder how Tim Burton will react to this, HE NEED TO KNOW

This is part 2 of Lost in the Book Series. Which I didn't expect tapi gak akan ku tolak 😳

Some facts yang udah terungkap sampai hari ini (btw, eventnya besok ahay GASKEUN~):

Twisted version dari Jack Skellington, named Skully J. Graves (honestly it's a cool name, and WE WON'T LET THE ENGLISH VERSION MESSED UP AGAIN JUST LIKE THEY DID TO KIFAJI AND FELLOW-ekhem)

SSR card: Leona (I CAN'T BREATH, WHERE'S OXYGEN?!!), Jamil (NJAY, JAMIL WITH HIS HAIR DOWN?!! SENGGOL DONG BOS) & Sebek (LET'S GOOOOOOOOOO BABY CROC!!)

SR card: Riddle (THIS IS HIS 2nd BOOK, GIVE HIM A BREAK. And, what in the Ciel Phantomhive???? Bro, I'll give my everything just to get your ass card, luv you), Trey (O-M-G, are you here to babysit Riddle??? or opened your own bakery in Halloween Town??? #babysitter), Jade (YOU'RE NOT TRYING TO BE SEBASTIAN MICHAELIS, AREN'T YOU?!! Nice hairstyle btw) & Idia (STAY SAFE BRO, I HOPE YOU'LL SURVIVE BRO, I'LL SAVE YOUR ASS IF YOU GET STUCK ON THE TREE- I got feeling he'll got stuck on a tree at some point)

R card: Azul (Honestly, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?? KAYA TIBA-TIBA BANGET NIH GURITA HADIR- but I'll enjoy your stunt dan skema penipuan yang akan kau jalankan MAJU KAU GURITA GULUNG!!), Vil (BEAUTIFUL QUEEN!! WELCOME TO THE NIGHTMARE- also you're here to babysit Epel??? #babysitter 2 I got feelings he'll get into more trouble because of his gremlin son), Malleus (BABY GORL, WHAT IN THE W- IT'S GOOD TO SEE YOU TRAPPED HERE, SAYANGKUH!!) & Epel (DON'T GET YOUR MOM Vil INTO TROUBLE!!)

SKULLY GANTENG DAN MENAWAN BANGET PLIS (Gojo reinkarnasi ke semsta yang tak terduga ehe)

Overblot team hadir semua bos! (APA ARTINYA INI????)

Story might be follow the original movie or rather more drama and chaos?? This is NRC students we talked.

ORIGINAL JACK SKELLINGTON ON THE SHOW!! Also Sally and Zero is here?? holy- DID OOGIE BOOGIE WILL SHOW UP TOO??

And I notice the tone color on the card is more grayer or darker??? Riddle's bright red hair is supper grayish in his card. Perfect for this Halloween event :D

AND THE SANTA CLAUS?? OR TWISTED VERSION OF SALLY???

🔥🔥🔥THIS HALLOWEEN WOULD BE FIRE!!!! 🔥🔥🔥

I want to add some of movie that have been adapted to event (as I remember so far):

Tinkerbell (fairy gala?? It's fairy themed)

Pinocchio (wishing star event and playful land event???)

Hunchback of Notre-dame

Lilo and Stich

The Nightmare Before Christmas (we're here!)

What's Next ?????

And I want to make a list of potential Disney movie that might be turned into future event in Twisted Wonderland (just my hunch but we'll see #smilemenacingly):

Frozen (trapped in the endless winter??? I'm in)

Zootopia (I'M WAITING FOR THEM TRAPPED IN ZOOTOPIA AND MEET WITH JUDY. I'm watching for you, Ace)

Dumbo (obvi, classic and nostalgic. Yana-sensei will do this right?? RIGHT?!)

Beauty and The Beast (aside from Vargas, I WANT TO SEE MORE OF TWISTED VERSION OF BATB CHARACTER PLS)

Bambi (I don't know why I add this movie but I LOVE THIS MOVIE FOR YEARS)

Brother Bear (EHEHEHEHEHEHEHE)

Winnie The Pooh (I mean what's wrong with Pooh and Friends make disaster at NRC?? Crowley will be in despair and suffer, now that's gonna be delightful)

Tarzan (I can imagine the first year trying survive in the jungle. Also Rook in Tarzan cloth??? 👁️👁️)

Jungle Book (Exploring the jungle is fun, boys 🙃)

The Emperor's New Groove (WE WANT TO SEE TWISTED YZMA)

Mulan (I know what you're thinking but SILVER GONNA LOVE IT WHEN HE MEET HIS IDOL)

Tangled (Them being tour guide for Rapunzel is hilarious. They'll get more lost but who cares)

The Princess and The Frog (Swamp time people!! Also, who's gonna kiss the frog?? Lilia will)

Peter Pan (I mean it's cool but The Prefect currently experience this *side eyeing Crowley)

Atlantis: The Lost Empire (WELL- IT HAVE POTENTIAL)

And the list goes on...

WE ARE SO READY FOR TOMMOROW!! APAPUN YANG TERJADI CINTAKU PADA TWST INI YANG BERSINAR SEPERTI SINAR ULTRAFENG DAN SELUAS SEMESTA INI AKAN TETAP MENGEBU-GEBU!!!

[hankwritten]

Words That Taste Bad in Your Ears

Zhanna/Scout, 1k

Saturday (July 8) : Spicy | Savory | Sweet

“We need car,” Heavy said when they landed in the middling Australian town barely propped up by the minuscule airport.

“We are here to find transportation,” Heavy reminded forty-five minutes later.

“We,” he grit out, emphasis on every syllable as Zhanna and Scout pressed their faces to a glass display case containing children’s toys—ooing and aaing as if they were children themselves—“come to village. For car.”

“Relax Big Guy,” Scout waved away, not taking his eyes off as a wooden cutout with mechanical limbs fired an unsettlingly detailed toy rifle, causing a 2D wooden kangaroo across the display to fall flat, “won’t kill you to slow down a goddamn sec.”

“These words. They come out of little Scout’s mouth. Are you even listening?”

“Mm hmm…”

“Scout! Tell Heavy to slow!”

“Yeah…” Scout still hadn’t taken his eyes off the display, watching as the toy hunter and toy kangaroo reset themselves with clicking precision.

“Chatterjay is right,” Zhanna, exposed to The Worst of Heavy’s coworkers and now traitorous and unhelpful, said. “Misha rushes us.”

“We are in rush.”

“If someone has not come and taken all the metal by now, a few hours extra hours will not make.”

“<Zhanna,>” Heavy said, switching to a language that could properly capture his annoyance. “<We came to do a job! We aren’t here to be tourists, to go sprinting about some no where town in the dry and the heat just to gawk at all the stupid things the Australians have come up with. I Are you doing this just to aggravate me?>”

“<Not everything I do is about you, Misha,>” Zhanna shot right back, straightening up from the glass display and nearing his high with a glare. “<Have you ever thought that maybe I want to go look at things that aren’t an endless icy expanse? That maybe your sister wants to live a little for the first time in twenty years?>”

“<Our family keeps our word. When we say we’ll do a job, we’ll do it.>”

“<That is what you do. And you’ve applied it to the rest of us without proof.>” Zhanna puffed up. “<We’ll go to the big rock when we’re good and ready. And if that little purple woman is cranky, well then she can just go cry about it.>”

“Yeah!” Scout said, puffing up beside her. “No idea what my girlfriend just said, but she sounded pissed at you and I support her wholeheartedly. Screw you Heavy!”

Zhanna, for whatever reason, thought this was very funny. “Screw you!” she repeated.

“Screw you!”

They echoed this back and forth a few times until Heavy had had quite a enough, marching off down the street to find suitable transportation on his own. His two—supposed—mission-mates kept laughing, Zhanna so hard she squeezed Scout in a sidehug that lifted him off the ground.

Still, through the oxygen throttling show of expression, he managed to throw out one last, “Screw- gak! –you…”

“Love you little chatterjay. Such a way with words.”

“…Thanks…*wheeze*…babe…”

*

Heavy’s solo expedition did not pan out as well as he had hoped. This was not how he would have split the Team had he been in charge, though at first he was relieved he could keep an eye on Zhanna a bit longer; she was the eldest of his sisters, but age did not translate to wisdom, and it often seemed she sought out trouble on purpose. Trouble like Scout for instance. Probably the worst man she could have chosen to suddenly fling her first ever affections on, Scout took her sudden interest in stride, and was in no way disturbed when they had calcified into this unshakeable loyalty. Zhanna had decided what she liked, and what she liked was this annoying little toothpick who wouldn’t shut up.

How he hoped Bronislava and Yana were getting into less trouble. He’d sheltered them out of love yet…

Yet he had to admit many of his decisions weren’t always the best ones. The quest for a rental car for instance. The last three Australians he spoke to insisted on arm wrestling him before doling out any quest information, and when he handily beat them it turned out most of their advice were things like, “Don’t know about that, maybe go ask Marsha up the road?” In the end Heavy was fed up that he started refusing ‘brawls’ all together, which only further decreased his success rate.

When he finally trudged himself into the town’s largest diner, he was less than pleased to run into Scout and Zhanna there, still dragging their feet.

“And in the states,” Scout was saying, “chicken comes in buckets. It’s great. I don’t know why but having chicken in a bucket is just so much better than regular chicken- you know I even have this chicken costume they let me have for free when the TFC—Teufort Fried Chicken—place was closing down. They just threw it away! Okay so they didn’t let me have it for free, I had to go out to the back and fish it out of the dumpster, but it was worth it because they’d had a guy wearing that mascot costume for thirty years before they closed down—thirty year old grease stains on the inside! Can you believe it!—but then the Italian place across the street ran them out of business.”

“Mm…” Zhanna said, chin resting in hands as she watched him across a plate of friend chicken.

“So instead of being a mascot, it’s now a mas-scout! Get it? Ha! I crack myself up.”

“Yes. Cracked like chicken egg. Scout is done talking now though, and will go back to putting showing me ‘real cuisine’.”

“Huh? Oh! Oh right, yeah.”

So Scout picked up a chicken wing, and leaned forward. Zhanna took a rip out of the flesh, then proceeded to lick the savory grease off Scout’s fingers. The two did break eye contact during this.

Heavy sat down beside them with a mild noise of disgust.

“Brother! Finally done wandering around?” Zhanna wiped the grease off her mouth with her sleeve. Scout watched her do this adoringly.

“Heavy,” Heavy grit, “was looking for car. To get us out of this place.”

“A ride? Ha! We already found one, dummy,” Scout said.

“What?” Heavy said. “When?”

“While you were out moping. C’mon, it’s out back.”

Heavy was left to be the one to throw bills on the table. This annoyed him. And then, annoyance didn’t even begin to cover what he felt when he walked to the back of the diner and found, not a car, but a scooter with a sidecar attached.

“This will not make five kilometers,” Heavy said doubtfully.

“Sure it will! The chick who sold it said it ‘outrun a pack of thirty dingoes, all while you’re transporting live feral wombats’.”

“Implication was that would be fighting wombats, while dingoes are chasing,” Zhanna nodded helpfully.

“…Fine,” Heavy said, walking toward the vehicle. “As long was we are leaving.”

But before he could even touch the thing Scout barked, “Nope! I’m driving, chucklenut.”

“What?” Heavy demanded.

“Sorry man, way it’s gotta be. I’m driving, Zhanna’s riding bitch, and you-” Scout paused, wiggled his finger in a circle, and papped it against Heavy’s chest, “-get the baby carriage.”

“Scout is not serious.”

“He is,” Zhanna nodded solemnly, “I will be riding this bitch all the way to big rock.”

She used one arm to squeeze Scout around the shoulders, who promptly turned bright ride. Heavy got in the sidecar. It was the only place he could effectively turn around, and not have to look at them anymore. Better alone in the hack for the entire rest of the trip than to spend one extra minute than he had to with them.

He would have words for Pauling when this was all done.

[sebbiesolace]

*The Walkie Talkie turns on, the sound of something dripping can be heard on the other end.*

“Hello!”

*Oh dear, it’s Parker.*

“I haven’t heard much in the way of anythin’ from the MTFs, so I figured I’d check in.”

*Something or someone makes a gurgling noise.*

“Well, I haven’t exactly left them in much of a condition to say much of anythin’, so I suppose that’s my fault.”

*He sounds like he’s just talking about his music tastes, or a new recipe he’s tried, rather than brutalizing a new victim.*

“Oh- Speaking of, I remember I promised you some toys of your own! I uh- I don’t think these ones ‘re fresh enough, but lets see…”

*The sound of a thump can be heard.*

“Hey, are you dead yet? If not, how do you feel about a trip?”

*More gurgling can be heard, before a choked out response sounds out.*

“Pleashe… Pleashh hllp….”

“Tsk tsk tsk. Didn’t even answer my question! No, no. You deserve better than that.”

“Gak…”

*The sound of shuffling and fingernails struggling to find purchase on the slick floors can be heard…*

*CRACK!*

*… Before a gunshot rings out, silencing the movement.*

“Sorry about that! I must remember to cover up the mic next time, I’m sure the sound’s plain awful. I’ll be sure to find you something nicer, no sense in giving you used merchandise. Ciao!”

*The audio cuts out.*

(OOC: Hello again! I figured I’d just set the stage for another meeting in the future, practice Parker’s voice a bit more, etc.)

[Sebastian was watching the walkie at all times, to the point he literally had it clipped to his scarf. It had been quiet for so long.... He thought that maybe Parker had died. That maybe, he could have peace, he could hide away...]

-KZZT-

[Dripping. Blood. He wasn't dead. He was ALIVE. Saliva welled up in Sebbis mouth. Was he hungry, or was he sickened by what Parker had to say? A claw wrapped around his muzzle, holding it shut. It was his own.]

"Parker- Parker please stop- please-"

[Sharp edges dug into his gums. He tasted blood. His own. It burned. He hadn't pressed the button. Parker hadn't heard him. His stomach hurt. The acrid taste of bile rose in his throat. He picked up the walkie, turning it on on his end.]

"Please- I- I don't want their death to be-"

[A thunk noise rang out as he dropped the walkie. At least the poor MTF was dead.. A cruel end, even for down here. Sebastian darted to the moonpool, crouching over it.]

ooc: HAIIIHIHIHI parker is so silly!!!!

[zaruba-needslove]

Ngl I feel like some of the reactions regarding Gilchae in episode 17 was a bit unfair and biased, to just over simplify it to just Gilchae still being 'prideful'

I mean... the ONLY reason Gilchae returned to Joseon was because Janghyun told her to do so. Because Janghyun told her that he had grown sick and tired of HER. She LEFT because it's what Janghyun WANTS!

And the whole thing about her living a 'flashy and fashionable' life? That was because Janghyun told her that she should reclaim back her life and live her life the way she used to live. And THAT caused her grievance because she can no longer live that kind of life and show THAT to Janghyun to show that she was living 'well'. THAT should be the reason why she didn't want to show her current state to Janghyun.

Heck, the only reason why she did that trick about still being married and pregnant was because Ryang-eum TOLD her to meet with Janghyun and show him that she was 'doing well' and to make Janghyun give up on her. Gilchae did that because she thought that was what Ryang-eum wanted her to do. Because Ryang-eum told her that Janghyun always gets hurt whenever she was involved. Yet after all of that, Ryang-eum still BLAMES her for so 'easily' letting Janghyun go and for still being 'prideful'. Even when she's doing it for him because Gilchae knows that Ryang-eum didn't like her to see Janghyun!

And THIS is coming from Gilchae who used to LOVE listening to Ryang-eum singing!

It's like people forget that as much as Gilchae do carry herself with confidence, she do still have her own insecurities and fears. I mean, her dad had almost killed her just because he thought that doing that would prove her 'innocence'. Her own sister, ex-husband and other people around her kept asking her if she really had been taken advantage of by the foreign intruders as if that was the only worth that she have and probably wouldn't believe her anyway if she said she fought hard to protect her chastity. Even if nothing really happened to her (as in her being violated sexually and penetratively) people will still see her as 'dirty' just because she had been kidnapped and taken out of Joseon or as much as had her hands or bare skin touched by the foreign intruder. No one would bother to listen to her reasoning as to why she hurt herself and create a scar on her head just to avoid serving someone in bed, much less believe that she fought for her life to protect herself. People would just assume she had been violated already.

Like seriously, how dare Ryang-eum assumed it was so 'easy' for her to let Janghyun go?

She had been abandoned by her ex-husband JUST for that reason alone! Won't Gilchae worry that Janghyun would do the same? The same Janghyun who even caught the interest of a Qing princess? Of course she'd feel that she no longer had any right to pursue Janghyun anymore. Of course she won't think she could still be with Janghyun again as much as she was able to divorce her husband after knowing who was it that she truly love. And Janghyun did say that he'd grown tired and sick of her!

If there was any other pride left in her, it's that she didn't want Janghyun to come for her out of pity. To which Janghyun's confession of love just dispel that last bit of doubt in her.

Like I get it people had feelings for Ryang-eum after the reveal about his past. But that doesn't mean that twit don't still do some selfish things. It doesn't justify the lies that he made as well thinking that Gilchae was the only one that causes bad things to happen to Janghyun.

If not because Janghyun had to care about all of the other captives (because Ryang-eum kept whining abt it; and Ryang-eum don't do anything much afterwards ANYWAY to help those captives go home or even take care of them, he just left that to Janghyun to deal with), Gak-hwa wouldn't have HAD that other leverage to hold on to Janghyun! Who was it actually being a 'curse' to Janghyun?

[littledraga]

Spinemas! That's it it's just fanbots bothering Spine for toys

The Spine sighed a long cloud of steam when he saw the piles and jars of dust in front of the doorway of his room. Was it that time already? It couldn’t be. 

Leaning back into his room, the titanium bot checked the cowboy calendar hanging by his bed. Sure, he had an internal clock and calendar. And that would be faster, but what was the point of having a calendar and not using it?

There on the bottom corner was a circled date that made him frown. Every other day before it had been crossed out. The twenty seventh. Briefly, The Spine debated going back into stasis for the day, but that would be the first place the others look for him. And he didn’t want anyone in his room. It was hard enough trying to keep Zer0 from stealing his fire truck. Again.

This was his least favourite day of the month. Why did everyone have to bring him calcium dust, of all things? He didn't have bones! He just used it to feed the Roombas that came into his room. They spent a lot of time in his room now.

At least there weren't any notes left with it. The Spine could just pretend he didn't notice it. Just brush past them and find somewhere to hide. If only it was that easy. Why was it never that easy?

A bot with bright pink hair bounced up to The Spine, shoving a crushed egg into his chest. The yolk smeared on his black vest, the white shell clinging to it.

“Here ya go, The Spine!” They chirped with a bright grin, still holding out the egg to him.

Taking the egg, or what was left of it, The Spine tried to wipe the egg off his vest. He'd have to ask Petes to take it to the cleaners again. He was one of the cleanest bots in the manor, and yet somehow it was always his clothes that got so dirty.

“Thank you? But why are you giving me a broken egg, Malware?” He asked, tilting his head slightly.

“Someone said eggshells have lots of calcium! I tried to make it a dust, like you’re ‘sposed to, but it got kind of goopy. Can I still have a toy?” They asked, excitedly dancing from foot to foot, curls bouncing.

 A long, thin wisp of steam curled from The Spine’s cheek vents while he stared at Malware in stunned silence for a moment. Of course. Not that he could actually be upset with anyone hopeful for a toy. At this point, not even The Spine knew how it had started. Everyone was just excited for something new. Or old.

“Right, I suppose, those are the rules, aren’t they?” Pulling out his pocket square, he internally winced. There would be no saving it after this, but he was a gentleman first and foremost. It would be wrong to let them walk around with eggy hands.

“But let’s not get egg all over your new toy, yeah?” He explained as he handed over the handkerchief to the other bot. Once they were done, The Spine would do the best he could to get the egg off of him. He could wash his hands when he went to get water.

“Right! Now the rules do say,” trailing off, The Spine reached into his pocket and pulled out a star-shaped jar filled with neon pink GAK. Looking at it curiously, he handed it off to its owner.

“Here we go! Happy Spinemas!”

Taking the jar, Malware jumped up and down as they all but ripped off the lid and threw it over their shoulder. So much for that lasting longer than a day.

“Oh, this looks like fun!” Sticking their fingers into the jar, they giggled when it squelched.

“Gross!” Laughed Malware as they pulled the slimy putty out of the plastic in a long stretchy stream.

“It’s like the egg! But without the crunchy bits. Pulling it apart and wrapping it around their hands, the bot was entranced by a new bright and shiny goo as it stretched and slumped closer to the ground. Stretching the GAK and squishing it between their hands again, they laughed brightly.

Which was the perfect time for The Spine to slip away and get some water to top off his boiler before he went hunting for a safe place to hide for the day. Tipping his hat, he made to step away until he heard some of the worst words you could hear in the manor.

“Uh oh. I broke my, me?” Questioned Malware, staring at their hands in confusion. The GAK had worked its way into the joints of their hands, making it almost impossible to flex their fingers as they stood there. Hands out in front of them, neon pink bulged from the joints in both of their hands while they tried to keep the remaining GAK from dripping onto the carpet. It was becoming a losing battle quickly.

The Spine blinked once, twice, and even a third time, trying to process what he was seeing. Putting his face in his hands, he groaned a cloud of steam. He had barely turned away! This wasn’t going to be an easy day. But the twenty seventh rarely was anymore.

Holding out his hand to the other bot, he smiled. But no one else was going to fix it either. What kind of gentleman left someone in their time of need?

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” Taking Malware’s hand after they looked at him in confusion, he guided them down to the kitchen to help wash out the offending goop. GAK was not a robot-friendly nineties toy.

Once all the bits were removed and put back in the jar with the remaining goo to maybe be mixed back in, Malware jumped up and down in excitement. Only stopping when they heard the dishes rattle. No one wanted to tell Wanda they broke her good plates. Again.

Drying his own hands, The Spine went to get a glass to fill his boiler. Finally. At least something would go right today, he thought to himself.

“Maybe get a pair of the Walter Worker safety gloves?” Those things could withstand just about anything. Surely, those could protect robotic hands from getting gunked up again. Probably. Maybe.

With another thanks, Malware grabbed their new toy and skipped out of the room and down the halls. Hopefully, to a supply closet to get gloves. And not raid it for something they shouldn’t have. They weren’t Rabbit, after all.

Now was Spine’s chance to hold up in a music room somewhere. Just fill up his water bottle and hide. It wasn’t a practice day for the band so Rabbit and Zer0 wouldn’t dare go near it. And most of the other bots in the manor didn’t bother with them unless someone convinced them to do another talent show. There was still glitter in the carpet from someone’s glitter cannon and stains from broken glow sticks. He wasn’t sure what kind of talent that was supposed to be, but he had long learned to be careful about asking questions.

Sipping from his bottle as he turned into the music room, The Spine nearly dropped it when he saw that he wasn’t alone. So much for being his safe haven for the day. Spine was starting to wonder if not being alone was a part of the holiday.

Juke was standing behind a few boxes of records, thumbing through them while he hummed an upbeat tune to himself. A rare time he didn’t opt to use the record player in his glass stomach to bop along to.

While he was off in his own world, The Spine thought he could slip away. Maybe a workshop would be safer? No, then a Walter Worker would definitely find him. But before he could as much as take a step, Juke’s voice broke his train of thought.

“Hey, Spine-o! Six said he got some new sides for me to try! Wanna listen to some sounds with me?” Juke was watching him, a new record held up to show off with a bright grin on his face.

“This one looks like it’ll be a real bop.”

“Ah, that’s okay, Juke. I was just, uh, well,” he stammered. Trying to take a step back, he held up his hands. Normally, that would be a perfect way to spend a morning. On a day when people weren’t crawling out of the woodwork. The Spine didn’t want to be rude, but he didn’t want to risk attracting anyone else. But as luck would have it.

“Oh yeah!” Putting down the record, Juke fished in his pockets a moment before pulling out a small jar. Holding it up, he grinned before tossing it to The Spine, who fumbled and dropped his water bottle to catch it.

Looking at the bottle, The Spine squinted his eyes in annoyance. Calcium powder supplement. 

“Et tu?” He mumbled before looking up at Juke.

“Supposed to give you this for some new aged thingamajig! Not real sure what they were goin’ on about,” explained Juke, shoving his hands in his pocket.

“Of course! It’s Spinemas after all,” chirped The Spine with fake excitement. Whoever had this bright idea should be locked in a vault. A small one. Reaching behind him, he pulled out a Talk Boy and held it up for Juke to see. Now that was a strange one. He wasn’t expecting a toy recorder. But then again, maybe it was perfect for someone like Juke.

Apparently, neither was Juke, who jumped when the other bot suddenly produced a not so tiny toy from behind his back like it’d been there all along. Walking over, He ducked his head to stare at it a moment, tapping his chin.

“Now where’d you get that, man?” He asked, tilting his head a little as if the answer would jump out at him if he looked at it from another angle.

The Spine shrugged and handed it over so Juke could turn it over in his hands to figure out what he was looking at.

“No idea. Someone hands me calcium dust and there’s a toy.” It was a bit unsettling at first, but now it was more annoying than anything scary. Nothing stayed strange long in Walter Manor after all. At least they weren’t alive. For now.

“Crazy! I’m gonna listen to these new sounds and figure this thing out. Thanks, Spine-o!” Still looking his new toy over, he went to grab the record and have a very good day once he figured out how to use the Talk Boy. No one would be safe.

And before he could be stopped again, The Spine waved and rushed down the hall while he was distracted. There had to be somewhere on the Walter manor grounds where he could avoid people.

The grounds! The Spine grinned widely to himself as he walked a bit faster down the halls. A genius, he thought himself. An absolute genius! Why not hide from the manor on the grounds themselves! He could find a nice place in the garden where no one could find him. And he could have some peace!

And he did.

For about five minutes before, he heard someone screaming his name. Standing by the greenhouse, The Spine barely had a chance to turn around before a brightly coloured bot crashed into him with a puff of smoke.

Wait, that wouldn’t be right. Neither of them should be smoking. Were they overheating? Maybe someone needed help!

Grabbing her shoulders, he saw Idol’s face as she beamed brightly from ear to ear. Now that was absolutely not right! If she was in trouble, she shouldn’t be smiling. She must have been pretty damaged to be smiling like that with all the smoke around them.

“Ima sugu pea o Onegai shite mo īdesu ka? Onegaishimasu??? Hoshī Moonshoes ™️ !!!”

The smoke was starting to settle in Idol’s hair. But that wasn’t right either. Smoke doesn’t settle. Was she burning that badly? What would burn like that? His sensors weren’t detecting smoke either. 

“Idol. Idol what is this white dust? Idol, what is this? Where did you get it? How did you make the trademark sound with your mouth? Idol. Idol.” The Spine was starting to panic, debating on carrying her down to the labs to get her looked at. At least until he started to process what she was saying. He didn’t normally translate from Japanese. Just switched to it when he was watching his shows. He knew what was settling.

The Spine steeled his nerves before looking down again between them. They were both covered in calcium dust. His suit was grey! Groaning, his shoulders slumped. Between them, Idol was holding a now empty bowl.

Well, at least, she was alright. He hated being bothered on Spinemas, but even this was better than one of the bots being damaged. Even just a little.

“Hai, hai,” he waved an arm before pulling out the Moonshoes. Honestly, he was surprised Idol got what she wanted. 

But before he could tell her anything, she snatched them away from him with a quick thanks. Jumping around the yard a little, Idol quickly shoved her metal feet into the straps. Stumbling, she had to lean on the taller bot to get them on properly.

“Domo!” Giggling brightly, she started to bounce around the yard. Despite being made of metal, she was getting quite a bit of air while she hopped, ran, and skipped around.

Well, at least she was happy with them. But The Spine was losing hope that he was going to find peace anytime soon. Maybe he should just find the most comfortable spot so he could relax between people. Maybe he could make it so boring no one ever gave him calcium dust ever again.

A sudden crash jolted him from his thoughts. Whipping his head around, The Spine found Idol lying on the ground, halfway through the greenhouse. He winced. Was that his fault? He didn’t make her fall, but he did give her the Moon Shoes. Seriously, how did she make the ™️ a noise?

Looking around nervously, The Spine stepped over to make sure she was okay. That was a pretty big crash, after all. Leaning over, he reached out to lift her up. Only to fall back when she suddenly sat up and looked around.

Her pigtails were ruined, leaves and sticks sticking out from them and the wig was starting to fall.

“That was AWESOME!” Yelled Idle, quickly jumping back to her feet, stumbling as she tried to right herself in the Moon Shoes. 

Before The Spine could process what happened, she had bounced away and straight into the manor.

That wasn’t going to end well. But now it wasn’t his problem. Turning around, he made to hightail it away from the greenhouse before someone tried to blame that on him. Whatever happened, he was absolutely not involved.

In the manor, everyone enjoyed their new toys. Malware had their new gloves on and had learned how to make GAK bubbles. Juke had GG chasing people around the manor for saying she wasn’t cute. And Idle was showing off some sick bounce tricks. Until.

CRASH

“NO MOON SHOES IN THE HOUSE!”

[burningstarfishqueen]

Princess Adrien x Dragon Marinette inspired by Valentine’s Day

A creak of aged hinges, and Adrien stopped struggling to keep his attention on his etiquette book. Nathalie stood tall in the doorway, blocking a small figure. 

“The painter has arrived, my prince.” 

“My portrait, again?” Père could at least try to vary his schedule. 

The stranger darted forward, curtsying. A lamp crashed over behind her. “Eep! So sorry.” She knelt, trying to piece shattered glass fragments together in her gloved hands. 

“Are you alright, Lady…” 

“Clumsy, I am so clumsy. Why are castles teeny tiny?” 

He wasn’t sure what she was on about, but she was the most exciting thing to happen since Kim flew out the window and smashed Chloé’s harp. 

Nathalie cut in. “Don’t trouble yourself. The maids will clean it up, and you only have a few hours of light.” 

Hours. Hours of light, to stand for a portrait. 

The unnamed lady spun about. Was she looking for a background? 

“Where do you want me?” 

Intense eyes locked on him. “My cave.” 

Um. “There isn’t one around here. The dungeons are similar?”  

“I mean the gardens. Great for natural lighting!” 

Nathalie left them outdoors by the pond, and Adrien prepared for muscle stiffness and tedium. 

“The angle.” The painter chewed on her glove, scowling at him. 

He shifted. “Are you gonna tell me where to stand?” 

“Ahaha, you’re distracting. I mean, sit there.” 

He sat on the rock she’d pointed out and tried to look regal. 

“No, no, bend your knees more. And your arms, like.” Her hands twirled in incomprehensible gestures. 

He tried a pose his father liked. 

“Nooo.” She darted close. “Arm here.” Her fingers trailed through the air. “Tilt your head.” 

He tried to follow her. She reached out, but hesitated. “Can I touch you? Gak! Not like that. I just. Fingers, arm.” 

His lips quirked. “You can position me for your painting.” 

Her fingers were warm on his knee, even through two layers of fabric. She leaned in, hair trailing against his face as she arranged him. Sea salt and wildflowers flooded his senses. Too soon, she was satisfied. 

Her canvas was as tall as she was. He expected her to paint quietly. 

“Green is pretty,” she mumbled, “So fluffy. A background of gray rock thingies. Make his legs swoopy.” 

She was back in his space, dragging his heel back and turning his palm up. Her head lowered. Faces inches apart, she spun a lock of his hair about her finger. 

He swallowed. “Can I know your name, at least?” 

“Huh?” Her tongue flicked over her lower lip. “This is inappropriate!” She ran and hid behind the painting.

“M’lady, are you alright?” 

“Stupid pretty princess hair.” She peeked out at him. “You didn’t hear that!” 

“You think I’m pretty?” 

He hated to let her leave when the sun set, but she could hardly paint in the dark. He bowed, and she managed to curtsy without knocking anything over. 

“Maybe we’ll see each other sooner than you think, princess.” 

“You do know I’m a boy?” 

“Boys can be princesses, too.” 

“I don’t think Père would agree.” 

“Would you agree, though?” She turned and walked away, and whatever she said he knew he’d never see her again. 

“At least give me your name.” 

“When you’re standing in my home it’s yours!” She laughed and ran. 

He chased after her, but he was alone. 

—

Père was late to the evening meal. When he did show up, he scolded Adrien for his terrible posture and for not paying attention. He was sent to bed with no dinner, except he’d already eaten. Was he glad the punishment was so lame, or upset his father hadn’t even noticed his plate was empty? He groaned, rolling over in bed and staring out the window at huge, dark wings. 

What? He was up in a moment, hands pressed to the sil. 

The creature was long, too long to see the end of, scaled in a patchwork of reds and blacks. Leathery wings blocked out the stars. It hovered with an eerie grace. 

“Adrien, jump!” 

That was her voice. 

His bedroom was in a turret. There was no way he was jumping. If he somehow survived the fall Père would most definitely kill him. “Where are you?” 

“Right here. Trust me!” 

All he could see was the dragon. But if he let this chance go, would she give him another? He was ready to risk his life. 

“Catch me.” Shutting his eyes, Adrien jumped. 

He didn’t fall, not even for a moment. He was caught in burning scales, flying along in the wind. Père’s castle shrunk away in the distance. The ground was so far. 

“Are you there?” 

“I’ve got you. You’re safe.” 

He didn’t think safety went with being captured by a dragon, but apparently this was all in her plan. He’d chosen to trust her. No going back. 

He tried to stay still. Few things would be worse than being dropped from this height. They soared into the clouds. Everything went white. There was something terrifying about it, and he hid his face against the dragon’s hide. It was comforting how warm and stable it was. He smelled strange flowers, fish and salt. 

It would’ve been easy to doze off, but he stayed awake as they dove down. The sea salt was overpowering, and the clouds parted. A giant lake stretched out below, with rougher waves than anything he could’ve imagined. Was that the ocean? 

An island jutted out of the dark waters. It was a beautiful contradiction: jagged rock walls, pale sand dunes, steep hillsides covered in foliage. The dragon landed on stone. 

Coils unwound, and Adrien tumbled onto a driftwood log. His knees shook, but he got up. He’d stand proud, even weaponless on unfamiliar ground against a monster twenty times his size. He could die. He was probably going to. 

The dragon arched around. She was beautiful, in a deadly way. Eerie eyes held the pink of a sea glass. She flowed with serpentine elegance, scales shifting tones and mixing colors.

She was the artist who’d painted him. 

His mouth worked, but his throat couldn’t make a sound. He’d been helpless against the dragon. Knowing it was her left him lost. 

“You asked where I wanted you,” she said, voice unmistakably hers, “In my cave.” She gestured with her full arm, and his eyes traced down its scales to her bare, clawed hand. 

“You were the dragon.” 

“I wouldn’t have told you to jump if I couldn’t catch you.” 

He wanted to be angry, but how could he? His arms folded. “Did you kidnap me?” 

“There’s a boat. You can take it; I won’t stop you. I’d row you to the mainland, or I could just fly you back to your castle.” 

“No!” He’d shouted before he thought at all. 

“I won’t take you back there.” She smiled at him, eyes soft. 

He hated to ruin it. “No, I have to go back to the castle.” 

She blinked. “Come sleep, first.” 

Past her was a sloping cave entrance. Firelight danced on the walls. “Is that your home?” 

She nodded. 

It wasn’t like he could get back to the castle before they missed him, and resting sounded wonderful. His head ached. Everything was blurry around the edges, and he thought it’d be clearer in the morning. He followed her into the warmth. 

She walked past the fireplace into the shadows. 

“M’lady, wait!” He caught her hand in both his own. “You promised. I’m here in your home.” 

She turned to him, flickering light dancing red and orange on her cheeks. “My name’s Marinette.” 

—

Adrien lay still for a long time that morning. He could feel he wasn’t in his bed, but he didn’t trust things not to disappear when he opened his eyes. Baking bread slowly permeated the room, dulling the smell of fish and salt and greens. 

His stomach growled. It’d be stupid to keep pretending he was asleep. He sat up, and the world lurched, shaking. He definitely wasn’t in his bed. It was lucky he had good balance, sitting there in the hammock Marinette had strung up for him. How was he supposed to get down?

In tiny increments he shifted sideways. Cloth tipped, and he spilled onto the floor. There was a little giggle from the entrance. He squeezed his eyes shut. Of course she’d seen that. 

“You’re not hurt or anything,” she checked between snickers. 

“Just my pride.” 

“You’re worried after the first impression I made? I smashed that lamp with my tail.” 

“Tail?” 

In the clear daylight, all her inhumanity was on display. How had he missed her scaly skin, or the webbed edges of her ears? Flicking about her ankles was a deep red tail. 

“You’re staring.” She smiled nervously with an edge of fang. 

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be rude. You’re letting me stay here and I’m just freaking out all the time.” 

“It’s fine, Adrien. Breakfast?” 

She’d baked bread and quiche. Eating grounded him. He hadn’t had a proper meal with someone in a while, not counting painful experiences where Père ignored or scolded him the entire time. Food tasted better with Marinette. 

“Walk with me?” The tension in her shoulders made him wonder if it was a request or a command. 

He fell in step beside her. The sand’s texture was bizarre on his bare feet, gentle and gritty. 

She nudged him. “You look kind of glum.” 

“Where are we going?” 

“This cove.” 

Wet sand was even grittier and mushy. Was she asking him to leave by showing him a rowboat? 

“You could take this boat wherever you wanted. I won’t keep you here.” 

He tried to swallow and his throat closed up. “You’re sending me away. You don’t want me.” 

“What? No, no, no.” She seized his wrist, dragging him up the shore. “You’re staying.” 

“M’lady, I don’t understand.” 

“Nooo.” She dragged her hands down her face. Straightening, she met his eyes with a scorching intensity. “That boat is for if you want to leave. I want you. If you want to be here on this island then you are staying. Understood?” 

He nodded dumbly. 

“Good.” She crossed her arms and scowled. 

He wasn’t sure if she was mad at him or not. He did know he liked being with her better than living in his father’s castle. “I want to be here.” 

Her jaw hardened. “I’ll never let anyone take you away.” 

—

He rested with her in their meadow. She’d curled around him and fallen asleep, her head in a bed of sea thrift. Everything seemed so small around her. She’d made him a tent under her wing once, when it rained. Her coiled body could fill a whole room.

Sometimes he wondered if he should be afraid. Maybe sometimes he even felt that tinge of fear. He’d started to wonder if he’d ever not been scared in his life. 

He threw his book down unopened. Turning to the open sea, he saw a ship. He hadn’t been with her long enough to know if that was normal. He shoved his shoulder against her to wake her. 

She huffed a cute little noise, flopping over and pinning his legs. 

“M’lady!” He squirmed. A sleeping dragon’s weight was far too much to shift. “Wake up!” 

She snored. He stared, indignant. His full effort went into rousing her and she didn’t care in the least. 

“Marinette. Wake. Up.” 

Her sleepy breaths bent a lantana. He groaned and flopped back against the wildflowers. 

“M’lady…” He ran a gentle hand along her fiery scales. 

A muffled laugh, and she rolled over, wings pulling tight to her back. He blinked. Was she ticklish? Her breaths kept the slow, easy rhythm of a dreamless rest. 

His foot tugged out from under her, and he stood. He walked out to the cliff edge, but he didn’t need to to see it. 

The ship was much closer, near enough to make out the sail. It was a flag he knew. He’d seen it everyday until Marinette took him. His father’s flag. 

Seeing it should’ve brought hope, comfort, or at least nostalgia. He might not want to live as Père’s heir anymore, but that didn’t mean he didn’t look back fondly on his childhood. His stomach twisted in knots and his hands curled into fists. 

Père wasn’t on that ship. It was his one comfort. That was so wrong of him to think. Of course Père would go himself to rescue his own child! And if he didn’t, that just meant he was busy, dealing with things at the castle. Adrien wasn’t there to help, and if he’d mattered there’d be a difference when he left. If he mattered…

“Marinette?” 

“Adrien?” Her response was immediate, her voice thick with sleep. 

He didn’t know what to say. 

She slithered close enough beside him he could feel her body heat. He leaned in, soft human skin against the warmth of dragon’s scales. She hugged him with her wing. 

“That’s Père’s flag.” 

“Do you want to talk to them?” 

“It’s Père’s flag.” 

“Adrien, you’re my princess. This is your island. I can sink their boat before they can land on our shores.” 

He took a breath. “I don’t want anyone to die, but if they won’t leave and it’s them or you…” 

“They’ll leave,” she promised, a cold glint in her eye. “Hide in the cave?” 

He nodded. 

She flew him to the base of the cliff. He retreated to an alcove far back where nobody would find him if they did slip past her. He hated it. Pacing restlessly, he made up his mind and marched through to the entrance. 

The beach was in flames. In the midst of the burning reeds, Chloé brandished her sword at Marinette. That wasn’t good. Chloé wasn’t the best fighter, but she wouldn’t be intimidated. 

Marinette flared her wings, setting the sky ablaze with fire. Adrien’s breath stuttered out, but Chloé took it as an opening. Her sword stabbed at a wing. Marinette dodged. Chloé slashed down, piercing through scales on her neck. 

“No!” 

Chloé startled. Their eyes met for a heartbeat, and Marinette swung her wing into Chloé’s skull. She collapsed.

Marinette ducked her head, coughing. Red dripped along her scales. 

Adrien ran across the field of fallen soldiers. “M’lady, your neck-” He reached for her and she flinched away. 

“Dragons bleed fire, Adrien.” 

Flames licked along the wound. He wasn’t sure if it was better or worse than a human injury. Worse. Marinette hurting was always worse. 

A half-submerged soldier dared raise his head. 

“Kim, stay down.” 

He struggled to his feet, sword in hand. “We’ve got orders to kill a dragon and bring you back, my prince. I’m not giving up that quick.” 

Marinette turned to fight again. 

Adrien snatched the charred sword from Chloé’s limp hand. “M’lady, you’re hurt. Let me fight for you.” 

“Alright.” She slithered aside. 

He stalked down the beach. “You’re going to leave these shores without me. I’m never going back. Tell Gabriel I’m not his prince anymore. I’m Marinette’s princess!” 

“The king won’t care.” 

That stung. It rang true, and he wished it wouldn’t hurt. 

Kim took advantage of his distraction, but he only aimed to knock Adrien out. Adrien ducked. It was hard to slash at someone in a real fight. Kim attacked. Adrien blocked. He tried to retreat and stumbled. He was on the sand. 

Kim slashed down. Adrien blocked two-handed, the charred sword shattering. Kim raised his sword. Adrien cast sand at his face and kicked his legs out from under him. A pommel to the back of the head and Kim was down. 

Adrien ran back to Marinette. “Are you alright?” 

“We did it.” 

He looked around the beach. The fires had burned out before any of them could reach the grassy fields. All Gabriel’s soldiers were down to stay. “We did it.” 

Her wound had scabbed over, the fire gone, so he could hug her. Wrapped in her wings, safe on their shores that they protected together, his heart soared. 

[leam1983]

So... I just saw Barbie

I'm not sure what to think, honestly.

What I do know is that the gifset representing the opinions of mediocre men that's going around is, indeed, representing mediocre opinions. If anything, the movie very indirectly acknowledges the fact that men are also victims of the Patriarchy as a concept. Allan's one big scene can be played for laughs, but it can also be used to underline that men do not, in fact, uniformly identify with what's come to define the concept of masculine identity. As for Michael Cera kicking the snot out of burlier men, well - that's nothing new. See Scott Pilgrim VS The World for more info.

On the other hand, Barbie's awakening and the other Barbies' losing themselves to rules more or less assigned to them by the male gaze feels like it's missing its goalposts a bit. I understand that America Ferrera's character more or less reaches her arc in defining the complexities and injustices of womanhood, but am I being naïve in assuming that there's more to it all, more that should be expressed but isn't?

My confusion sort of mirrors the movie, honestly: it's one-third exhortation, one-third celebration and one-third denunciation, and this sort of tonal mess underscores the fact that apart from the fact that Stereotypical Barbie does find herself, nothing of importance changes - and the malaise in Ken that's at the root of the movie's conflict isn't really given proper closure.

The movie ends with Barbie becoming Barbara Ann Handler and signifying her accession to full womanhood by going to the gynecologist - which I'm sure will strike plenty of women as being simplistic - and Ken is just told to... find himself. Somehow.

Considering how both characters began as ersatzes of human beings, shouldn't they both receive a transformative arc? All Ken does is follow along, fuck up majorly, cope and apologize - and retreat back to the rear.

It's so vague I'm afraid it'll enable a ton of misinformed readings from parties better left in the dark. Will Radfems feel spoken to by the possible undertones of uselessness that defines men in the movie's thesis? Will Incels feel vindicated and excused in their toxicity? Does the movie tear down Mattel's icon to Capitalism and gender roles, or does it say that things are really so much better when Barbie's in her nice clothes and in her Dreamhouse, not making a fuss?

Honestly, I don't think it's saying anything. It's too muddled. It wants to say something, sure, but it's a thing of many mouths and many of them spew truth as much as they do lies and exaggeration, if not while coyly eluding to feel-good reactionary crap. I think Greta Gerwig wanted to speak to everyone in Barbie's audience - from the kids who played with their dolls as intended to the weird ones who grilled off strands of hair using Mom's Zippo; to even the guys who picked up a Barbie out of inclination, boredom or curiosity. She also had to allay Corporate's fears, I'm sure, and toss in a bone for bored parents expecting their quota of referential humour for grown-ups...

It's a lot. This movie is, simply speaking, a lot.

I can't say it's bad. I can't say it's good, either. It's a thematic overload and its lack of focus - from my own personal perspective - sort of makes me want to ask who this was for.

Was it for me? I didn't play with Barbie dolls as a kid; I had a yen for Barbie's convertible! It was big enough for most of my figurines, so I gave its associated Barbie to my neighbor after buying it and then stuffed the fuschia conveyance with all manner of Crash Test Dummies, Ninja Turtles, LEGO and Playmobil figures! My Barbie convertible turned into the receptacle for Nickelodeon GAK slime! Barble herself never so much as stayed in my orbit! Instead, my softer, perhaps stereotypically less-"masculine" side came through my long-maintained interest and need for plushies.

Even more confusingly, none of this strikes me as a bad thing. The only thing that really comes to mind is that 1998's Pleasantville seems to want to address similar themes of self-discovery and self-refinement in ways that feel more cohesive.

So. Barbie.

It's made me feel things and ask questions. Two thumbs up for Greta Gerwig, I guess? The box-office sure seems to think so; quite likely deservedly!

[lisutarid-a]

[Gakuen K] Totsuka Tatara Route Translation

Training camp in the mountains

LIST OF CHAPTERS

[Translation under the cut]

Yata: Waaaah, it's mounta-a-ains! Mountains, mountains! This is what summer is all about, isn't it!

Kusanagi: You're right, it's mountains no matter which way you look at them. So, Yata-chan can you lower the volume of your voice a little?

Yata: Loud cicadas noises! Barbecue noises! Oh, I can't stand it!

Kusanagi: Ahh, that's bad. You're not listening at all.

Saya: (I heard from Totsuka-senpai that something happens to Kamamoto-kun in the summer, but...)

Yata: Kamamoto, let's go look for beetles!

Kamamoto: Beetles? I didn't bring any tools.

Yata: Idiot, real man doesn't use tools. With bare hands, bare hands!

Kamamoto: I don't think we'll be able to catch them without at least a bug net...

Kamamoto: Can you catch them with your bare hands?

Yata: I don't know.

Kamamoto: "Don't know" he said...!

Yata: But you'll never know unless you try it, right? Come on, let's go. Follow me!

Saya: (I can't believe he changed his body shape like that...I was told not to dig into it too deeply and not to worry about it)

Saya: Yata-kun has a lot of energy.

Totsuka: It's good to be energetic. It doesn't seems like he's in low spirits.

Totsuka: Oh, yeah. Have you seen King? He was just here a minute ago, and then he unexpectantly disappeared.

Saya: Suoh-senpai? No, I haven't seen him.

Kusanagi: If it's about Mikoto, he's in the car.

Saya: Kusanagi-san.

Totsuka: In the car, why?

Kusanagi: Well, I don't know. Maybe because he can sleep better in the car seat?

Kusanagi: Therefore. Since Yata-chan and others are gone now, we have to make curry on our own. You okay with that?

Saya: I'm okay. Totsuka-senpai?

Totsuka: I'm too. But do you need our help? Don't you always make it yourself, Kusanagi-san?

Kusanagi: That's because you guys don't do enough to help. I'm going to give you intensely hard time today, so brace yourselves.

Totsuka: Okaaay, I took the order.

Kusanagi: Next...Did you finish cutting those onions I asked for?

Saya: Yeah, here.

Kusanagi: Thanks. Throw them in the roux (curry sauce). Totsuka, one carrot.

Totsuka: Yes, Kusanag-san. Smile, smile~

Saya: Senpai...

Kusanagi: What the hell are you doing?

Totsuka:  What am I doing? Filmin- Agh...

Kusanagi: I told you to cut the carrot!

Totsuka: K-Kusanagi-san...Didn't we disscuss that the pit of the stomach is forbidden, because it's a spot where the pain lingers.

Saya: Are you okay, senpai?

Totsuka: Konohana-san...Please take care of the rest...Gak.

Saya: Senpai!

Kusanagi: Totsuka? You want to get one in the face next time, hmm?

Saya: Kusanagi-san, your smile scares me...

Totsuka: Just kidding. I've already cut the carrot, look-look!

Kusanagi: You should have give it to me from the start.

Totsuka: Really. I've been hit...Ouch-ouch.

Yata: Waaah, curry looks good! Thanks for the food!

Kamamoto: D-delicious...! This is really tasty!

Kusanagi: I'm not the only one who made it. These two have been working hard to make it for the two of you. You should thank them.

Kamamoto: It that so? Thank you, Totsuka-san.

Totsuka: You're welcome, you're welcome.

Kamamoto: Thanks to you too. This is tasty.

Saya: Thank you. I'm glad to hear you say that.

Yata: Totsuka-san, thank you! Em...and...

Yata: Y-you too...em, thank you.

Saya: Uhm. I'm glad you liked it.

Yata: I don't like it! No, I like it, but...Don't look at me!

Saya: Yata-kun, what's wrong?

Yata: Shut up. I said don't look at me! ...Kamamoto, refill!

Kamamoto: Why don't you just put it yourself? Well, I'll have a refill, too, so I don't mind.

Saya: Those two, they're eating at a very fast pace. Amazing.

Totsuka: That's how delicious it is. Much credit to Kusanagi-san, but I'm glad the food was so well received.

Saya: Yeah!

Totsuka: King. The carry we made, how it is?

Mikoto: It's normal.

Totsuka: Ehhh. That's harsh.

Mikoto: That's not what I meant. I can eat it just normally. ..Who made this, Kusanagi?

Saya: Yeah, that's right.

Mikoto: He often brings curry, saying he's made too much. This taste is normal to me.

Saya: I see. For Suoh-senpai, it's like a taste of mother's cooking, isn't it?

Mikoto: Ha?

Saya: Oh, is it different?

Mikoto: ...

Totsuka: ...Fufu.

Mikoto: Totsuka, stop laughing.

Totsuka: Sorry, sorry. King's reaction was funny.

Mikoto: ...

Totsuka: Oh no, don't stare at me, I'm sca-ared. Maybe I should take photo of King like this.

Mikoto: That piece of junk, you still have it?

Totsuka: Uhm. It's old, but it's still working. Well, King, get ready to smile.

Mikoto: ...Who's going to smile, you idiot.

Totsuka: Arara, I was dumped. Well, I guess I'll photograph you then.

Saya: Eh, me?

Choice: [Not now...]

Saya: Not now...I'm in the middle of eating...

Kusanagi: She's right. Totsuka. You too, put down the camera and eat your meal.

Totsuka: Ehhh. I want to take a photo of everyone eating together~

Kusanagi: During the meal or not, you still can take as many photos as you want, right?

Totsuka: Okaaay, I get it!

Choice: [What should I do...]  ❤

Saya: Emm, what should I do...?

Totsuka: You don't have to do anything. I just want to capture you as you are.

Saya: (The way as I am...)

Yata: T-Totsuka-san...

Kamamoto: S-somehow it's a nasty words...

Totsuka: Eh, really? Which part?

Totsuka: Hey. Was there something nasty?

Saya: That's so. My heart was pounding.

Totsuka: You too? Which part?

Saya: This is...

Totsuka: Ehhh, what is it - I'm curious. Hey, King, what are these guys talking about?

Mikoto: I don't know. Eat quickly.

Totsuka: Okaaay. ...What was that about?

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[warningsine]

How to make meth

How to make meth

Making Methamphetamine at home:

List of chemicals and materials: Diluted HCl - also called Muriatic acid - can be obtained from hardware stores, in the pool section

NaOH - also called lye

Ethyl Ether - aka Diethyl Ether - Et-0-Et - can be obtained from engine starting fluid, usually from a large supermarket. Look for one that says "high ethyl ether content", such as Prestone

Ephedrine The cottons in todays vicks nasle inhalers dont contain efed or pfed (ephedrin or psuedoephedrin) but there are still lots of easy ways to get good ephed or pfed, pure ephedrin can be extracted out of it's plant matter, from a plant that can be bought at most garden stores. Or you can get pfed from decongestive pills like sudafed. Most people perfer to work with pfed from pills rather then ephed from the plant. The important thing is that you must have pure pfed/ephed as any contaminants will fuck up the molar ratio leaving you with over-reduced shit or under-reduced shit. Or contaminats will jell durring baseifying and gak up your product which will then be very hard to clean. So you want to find a pill that is nearly pure pfed hcl, or as close to pure as you can get. Also check the lable on your pills and see what inactive ingredients they contain. Inactive ingredients are things like binders and flavors. These you dont want and will remove when cleaning your pills. but certain inactive ingredients are harder to remove then others. You dont want pills with a red coating, you dont want pills with alot of cellose in them and you dont want pills with much wax. you also dont want pills that contain povidone. As a rule, if you have a two pills that contain the same amount of pfed hcl then take the smaller sized pill because it obviously has less binders and inactive ingredients, time released pills are usualy harder to work with because they have more binders and tend to gel up durring the a/b stage. Also only buy pills that have pfed hcl as the only active ingredient. You first have to make ephedrine (which is sometimes sold as meth by itself):If you are selling it...I would just make ephedrine and say it's meth.

Distilled water - it's really cheap, so you have no reason to use the nasty stuff from the tap. Do things right.

List of equipment : A glass eyedropper

Three small glass bottles with lids (approx. 3 oz., but not important)one should be marked at 1.5oz, use tape on the outside to mark it (you might want to label it as ether). One should be clear (and it can't be the marked one).

A Pyrex dish (the meatloaf one is suggested)

A glass quart jar

Sharp scissors

Clean rubber gloves

Coffee filters

A measuring cup

Measuring spoons

Preparing your Lab:

Preparing Ethyl Ether: WARNING: Ethyl Ether is very flammable and is heavier than air. Do not use ethyl ether near flame or non-sparkless motors. It is also an anaesthetic and can cause respiratory collapse if you inhale too much.

Take the unmarked small bottle and spray starter fluid in it until it looks half-full. Then fill the rest of the way with water, cap the bottle and shake for 5 minutes. Let it sit for a minute or two, and tap the side to try and separate the clear upper layer. Then, draw off the top (ether) layer with the eyedropper, and throw away the lower (water) and cloudy layer. Place the ether in the marked container. Repeat this until you have about 1.5 oz. of ether. Put the cap on it, and put it in the freezer if you can. Rinse the other bottle and let it stand.

Ethyl ether is very pungent. Even a small evaporated amount is quite noticeable.

Ephedrine & or P-Ephedrine: Please discuss this on the neonjoint forum

5. Pour 1/8 teaspoon of the lye crystals into the bottle of ephedrine and agitate. Do this carefully, as the mixture will become hot, and give off hydrogen gas and/or steam. H2 gas is explosive and lighter than air, avoid any flames as usual. Repeat this step until the mixture remains cloudy. This step neutralizes the HCl in the salt, leaving the insoluble free base (l-desoxyephedrine) again. Why do we do this? So that we can get rid of any water-soluble impurities. For 3 oz. bottles, this should take only 3 repetitions or so.

6. Fill the bottle from step 5 up the rest of the way with ethyl ether. Cap the bottle, and agitate for about 8 minutes. It is very important to expose every molecule of the free-base to the ether for as long as possible. This will cause the free base to dissolve into the ether (it -is- soluble in ether).

7. Let the mixture settle. There will be a middle layer that is very thick. Tap the side of the bottle to get this layer as thin as possible. This is why this bottle should be clear.

8. Remove the top (ether) layer with the eyedropper, being careful not to get any of the middle layer in it. Place the removed ether layer into a third bottle.

9. Add to the third bottle enough water to fill it half-way and about 5 drops of muriatic acid. Cap it. Shake the bottle for 2 minutes. When it settles, remove the top layer and throw it away. The free base has now been bonded to the HCl again, forming a water soluble salt. This time, we're getting rid of ether-soluble impurities. Make sure to get rid of all the ether before going to step 11!

10. If there is anything left from step 3, repeat the procedure with it.

11. Evaporate the solution in the Pyrex dish on low heat. You can do this on the stove or nuke it in the microwave (be careful of splashing), but I have found that if you leave it on top of a hot-water heater (like the one that supplies hot water to your house) for about 2-3 days, the remaining crystals will be ephedrine HCl.

If you microwave it, I suggest no more than 5-10s at one time. If it starts "popping", that means you have too little liquid left to microwave. You can put it under a bright (100W) lamp instead. Microwaving can result in uneven heating, anyway.

First Batch: 120mg ephedrine HClEstimated: 300mg (100% of theoretical, disregarding HCl)

Now, Making Methamphetamine out of ephedrine by reducing it with Hydroiodic Acid and Red Phosphorus.

Items needed: Alot of matchbooks (the kind with the striking pad)

Coffee filters (or filter paper)

Something that measures ml and grams

A flask (a small pot with a lid can be used)

iodine

Hydroiodic Acid (I will tell you how to make this)

Red Phosphorus (I will tell you how to make this)

Lye

*Optional (toluene and HCI gas)

Making Red Phosphorus: The striking pad on books of matches is about 50% red phosphorus. The determined experimenter could obtain a pile of red phosphorus by scraping off the striking pads of matchbooks with a sharp knife. A typical composition of the striking pad is about 50% red phosphorus, along with about 30% antimony sulfide, and lesser amounts of glue, iron oxide, MnO2, and glass powder. I don't think these contaminants will seriously interfere with the reaction. Naturally, it is a tedious process to get large amounts of red phosphorus by scraping the striking pads off matchbooks, but who cares?

Yeah, Mr. White! Yeah, science!

[lebensmoode]

Suffer

Setelah pertikaian batin dengan doi semalam, gw teringat dengan satu adegan di drama Reply 1988. Gw lupa episod berapa, tapi seperti bisa sangat relate dengan adegan itu.

It was where Sun Woo si bocah pinter, baik, nan ganteng yang hidup bersama dengan ibu dan adik perempuannya yg kiyowo, suatu hari menemukan bahwa ibunya diam-diam kerja di luar. Selama ini Sun Woo gatau kalo ibunya kerja jadi kang cuci piring di rumah orang dan kang gosok pemandian air panas di deket rumah. Semua itu dilakuin si ibu demi bisa beliin barang-barang yg bagus buat Sun Woo.

Pas tau hal itu, Sun Woo marah banget. Marah karena dia gamau ngeliat ibunya suffer cuma untuk barang2 gak penting itu. Sun Woo gak peduli dengan all those fancy branded things yang semua temennya punya tapi dia enggak. Dia lebih peduli sama ibunya yang gak boleh kerja terlalu keras. Sebagai anak, dia gak tega. Pokoknya dia gamau ngeliat ibunya banting tulang cuma demi sepatu Nike buat dia.

Ini yang gw rasain ketika ngeliat seseorang suffer buat gw, bahkan sampe harus ngutang sana-sini. I can't stand that. Gw berpikir kalo emang belum bisa ngasih yaudah, gausah dipaksa. I don't even ask for that. Jangan nyusahin diri demi gw lah, emang gw siapa banget.

Lanjut cerita, sebelum si Sun Woo ngamuk ke emaknya, dia ketemu sama Bo Ra, kakak temennya yang dia taksir (gw lupa mereka di sini udah jadian apa belum). Curhatlah si Sun Woo soal ini sambil makan malem mereka. Dan, respon Bo Ra tentang masalah si Sun Woo amat sangat membuat terplak-plak.

"Hey. Forget that. Just go massage your mom’s shoulders. You hate seeing your mother suffer, right? And not seeing her suffer makes you feel more at ease. Hey, well, for your mom, not being able to buy you Nikes is what she hates. Why are you only thinking of yourself? Have some consideration for how your mom feels. Is your peace of mind the only important thing? Loving someone isn’t just the room to give. It’s the desperate need to give because you have to. Sun Woo, you love your mom, right? Hey, it’s really difficult to love someone."

Gw lalu berkaca sama diri sendiri yg hobi bela-belain ngasih gift ke orang-orang terdekat, especially barang yg lagi mereka butuhin. Even pernah sampe ngutang, just because I want them to feel at ease. Me too, feel relieved. Gw gak pernah berpikir kalo hal itu mungkin akan membuat mereka kepikiran atau keberatan, merasa terhutangi akan pemberian gw. Gw gak pernah berpikir mereka akan merasa dikasihani dengan caranya gw itu. Seperti yg gw rasain ketika keadaannya dibalik. Di titik ini, gw merasa sudah menjadi manusia yang super duper egois.

Tanpa gw sadari, dalam kasus "giving" ini gw memakai standar ganda. Gw boleh ngasih hadiah ke orang lain, tapi orang lain gaboleh suffer hal yg sama. Kalo mau diurai lagi, sebenarnya hal yg buat gw benci melihat orang lain suffer demi gw adalah "karena gw tahu dia sedang suffer dengan keadaannya yg juga gak baik-baik aja". Kalo misal gw gatau dan orang itu tiba2 ngasih hadiah, gw gak akan terlalu memusingkan hal-hal lain di belakangnya. Tapi karena udah tau duluan, gw jadi masang barikade. Mungkin itu karena selama ini, orang2 yg pernah gw kasih hadiah gak pernah tau (dan gak gw kasih tau) perjuangan gw ngedapetin hadiah itu tu gimana. Gak penting juga kan? Toh gw ngelakuinnya seneng, gak merasa terbebani, so it didn't count as suffering.

Nah, gw juga harusnya sadar, ketika ada yg suffer demi gw, mungkin itu juga hal yg membuat dia seneng. And when I said "stop doing that, I don't want to see you suffer!", that person got offended because I kill her/his happiness.

Aaaaakk beraaaaat, benar Bo Ra, mencintai itu berat. Yang orang kejar-kejar, minta-minta jodoh untuk bisa saling mencintai ituuuuu, yg keliatannya indah, bahagia selamanya ituuuuu, B E R A T paduka! Gw harus banyak belajar di sini, belajar kasih ruang buat orang lain untuk juga "suffer" hal yang sama. Belajar utk gak mentingin perasaan sendiri. Belajar utk komunikasiin semuanya dgn cara yg lunak dan tanpa emosi yg dominan. This can be all about "the way". Cara seseorang menunjukkan cinta mereka. Love language is indeed crucial yg harus kita ketahui dari pasangan/orang lain. Dan mengenai caranya, sometimes it too must be discussed agar bisa tersampaikan dgn baik dan penuh.

Baiklah. As a closure of this writing, aing akan tarok lanjutan kata-kata Bo Ra tadi yg gak kalah menushook jiwa raga.

"To love someone, does not only mean that you love to feel them near you, but it means that you love to acclimate yourself to them. And also, to love someone, means that even if that person endlessly causes you pain and so you find yourself endlessly wanting to hate them… yet… you can never hate them. To love someone, doesn’t mean that you don’t hate them. It means that you can never be able to hate them."

I took Bora's words from here.