#i need music. i think. but class AUGH

[technologyvoid]

I'm so tired

[icewindandboringhorror]

It's always interesting to hear about people's weird/unexpected "alternate life paths". Like, something that you could have done with your life, a job you almost took, a school you almost went to, etc - that was still actually realistic enough that it could have happened, but NOW it seems to not suit your current personality.

Like for example, I currently hate advertising (how manipulative it is, brands trying to be 'relatable', social media amplifying it to an obnoxious extreme, etc.) so much that even seeing a little ad before a youtube video is grating to even witness, but there was a point in time where I was genuinely seriously considering going into marketing/making commercials as a career lol. Or like, I have a relative who was very inclined to be a pastor when they were younger, even though today they're a super strong atheist, etc. etc.

[quatregats]

I hate writing essays that are out of my wheelhouse so much, like I have read enough of the literature to know that I will not be able to propose question in a way I feel is honest, but also I don't have time to read enough of the literature to actually form a good question

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

s2 episode 1 thoughts

here we goooooo!

(i started to imagine the sound of a really long and celebratory air horn to commemorate starting s2... but then that mental sound was awful so we ended that pretty quick)

it opens with mulder providing some gentle asmr about aliens and space with a thinly disguised undercurrent of rage in his voice, nice...

he starts talking about a guy named "richard bryan" cutting an alien survey program and that is such a generic name i figured they made it up for the show. and wrote "haha wouldn't it be funny if that was a real guy. and they made this whole episode just to mess with him."

chat. you're never gonna believe this. richard bryan was real and he did in fact cut the alien program. how do you think he felt being name dropped here? neeeeed to get his side of the story

(they also talk about the voyager a bit here which is really cool i won't lie)

now, what has our duo been up to in the time away from the x files? mulder is listening to men talk about lap dances and spitting sunflower seeds... i am not surprised here... all in the name of Research...

but scully is teaching at the academy!!! oh this delighted me to no end!

she starts getting emotional over the concept of a life being contained within tissue and her student is like "you sound spooky" ha. ha. i see what they did there. mulder you're a terrible influence.

they run into each other and she is so happy to see him but he totally blows her off! i was so sad!!!!

AUGH HE HAS HIS SISTER'S PHOTO ON HIS NEW DESK. aughhh man hold on. hold on.

scully is waiting outside watergate (wild they hadn't rebranded at that point tbh) for a shadowy figure and it is mulder! a very cranky and tired looking mulder! he's like we shouldn't be meeting, what do you need me for.... omg rude??

"so what did you want?" "to see if you're alright" (sound of me being sucked into emotional quicksand rapidly)

to answer her question of "are you okay" he begins to ramble about telescopes which is very in character

he says he saw deep throat's funeral but i remain suspicious....

the x files project being shut down has destroyed the man we used to know as mulder! he says that he isn't even sure if what happened to his sister is real anymore! they killed his spirit! "seeing isn't enough... i need solid evidence. i learned that from you" HEY OUCH?????

he's on the ground filled with a deep sadness and she runs her fingers through his hair, at which point i made this note: "y'all i'm only on season 2 i can't do this. i'm gasping so aggressively my mouth is hurting" so safe to say that i will be in for a hell of a ride moving forward... keep me in ur thoughts

baby fox flashback! we see his sister's abduction, which is obviously supposed to be very heavy and traumatic but i was laughing at the skinny little alien throwing her through the window lmaooo i love you 90's cgi <3

PAUSE. we see mulder waking up in a cold sweat from reliving his worst memory. but i see something new in the background: a fish tank in his room. this is a striking development that shall not slip by unnoticed.

and then some guy bursts into his room? and takes him to "the hill" to meet with a politician, who keeps calling him fox? who says they're being listened to? and tells him he needs to go to puerto rico where they're hiding evidence?

(tbh that sequence raised a lot more questions than it answered but i did love that mulder can name the bach piece that is being played because of his college music class lol)

SKINNER MENTIONED!!!! okay i figured out who he is: he's the one with the glasses and the fancy desk and the sidekick who is ALWAYS smoking. glad to have a name to the face. like yeah he was there last season but i had other things to focus on i guess.

cutscene to mulder lounging in a truck bed in puerto rico. niiiice. climbing compilation- niiiiiiice. and busting things open? hell yeah niiiiice

gasp... scully broke into his place (which i think is an entirely new set? or at least from a different angle. but um. okay i'll try and ignore that. but can anyone confirm or deny...?)

anyway she puts her glasses on and slips into password guessing mode and succeeds... i would have thought the FBI would keep tighter passwords on their personal devices than "trustno1" but hey maybe he did that so she could strategically break in!

and some dudes bust in and ask why she's here so she's like ummm i feed the fish lol.....

(and then she refuses to endanger the fish by overfeeding them because that's the type of person she is... and if it provides cover for sneaking out something printed from his computer well that's just a bonus!)

back to puerto rico!! guy in the bathroom reveal!!! mulder cannot speak spanish (smh mulder you were supposed to be the humanities one) but the dude draws a picture of an alien so i guess that proves that art is a universal language <3

scully is taking his paper she printed to some guy to analyze idk her freckles were distracting me again. sorry. NOT! i refuse to apologize. not during june.

(but she goes through some flight records and sees his alias and realizes where he's going and follows)

again, back to puerto rico! our new friend jorge is running for his life into a storm so our patient pal mulder naturally runs after him. into the jungle. and ohhhh jorge is dead now? that was quick.

he does a DIY autopsy on jorge while speaking into the voice recorder- which he addresses as "scully", while sounding like he is going to get sick, kicking things, sweating profusely, and doubting himself. hell yeah baby this is tv! i wanna see that man in situations!

"before i could only trust myself, now i can only trust you, and they've taken you away from me... my life up until this point has been about seeing her again, but what would i do if they really came?"

(now the first part of that is WILD. they've taken you away from me. that phrasing... also, they have successfully gotten the man to doubt his entire existence. sneaky little fbi trick there, making "trust no one" include himself)

BUT the skinny legend aliens return and he is brought back to his sense quickly. he gave it a good go (shot at it a bunch of times) but weirdly the gun didn't fire... probably a good thing. imagine the complications to alien diplomacy that would create!

he wakes up on the floor to scully explaining who she is and asking if he remembers her. he bolts awake, grabs her shoulders, and says that it was the same alien that took his sister. she is already deeply concerned when he then kicks aside a dead body and says we have to analyze it and her face in this moment was delightful. it was very much giving "mulder you're scaring me" just with the eyes

she has to make him realize they can't smuggle a body back to the states OR any of the paperwork really so he just grabs an audio thing that was clearly a better choice. but i want to know how he thought they were gonna get jorge out of there. because the alien hunters were coming to kill him and speed is hard enough for alive people.

"evidence doesn't matter if you're dead!" -dr. dana scully

they crash their way through the jungle, getting shot at and generally destroying what i'm sure is a very important ecosystem but still. they made it out! sorry to the environment </3

mulder gets called into skinner's office (i know that guy's name now!!! i'm so proud) and yelled at for blowing off his case work... and cigarette sidekick is also yelling at him but skinner kicks ciggy man out... is he... an ally? he tells him to go back to work on the job mulder finished like 2 weeks ago...... okay so what i'm seeing here is a boss who is willing to let a man pursue his passions

at the very end we see our duo reunited and it appears the audio he smuggled out of puerto rico had nothing recorded on it!

she tries to encourage him and he seems to be doing better: "i may not have the x files, scully, but i still have my work... (looong pause) and i still have you... (looong pause) and i still have myself" <- okay so looks like we're getting our boy back!!! who cheered?! meee!

he returns to the recording of men discussing strippers and she grasps his hand and then leaves him to his task...

BUT! the minute she leaves, he puts the first audio file back on and it seems to be working now... so why didn't he want her to know???

what is going on!!! i thought "trust no one" would logically mean mulder not trusting himself, but to not trust scully? well, this is madness! what have they done to the man?!

i suppose i will have no choice but to stay tuned and see if his mental state improves a bit with the return of the aliens...

i was really excited to start s2 and i took a lot of notes even for me LMAO some of which i cut out because it would take me forevvvver to capture all of my thoughts in even more detail than i have here but-

as the kids say: we are sooooooo back baby!!!!

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

Ayyy honeymoon :D!!

Ooh vlog style :o

Ope o.o

Uhhh xd nah something sus is going on lol

Um o.o

Nope y'all nahh xd

UH OH UM

Nah creepy masks a i n ' t i t .

Aww ay hey guys :D love them :)

Ooh backup 👀👀

We love getting to see some of the others as well :DD

Uh oh guys this is not good o.o

YOO they're actually gonna come yess :DD

OHH GOSH

Y'all cannot just have one normal thing can you xD

Poor babies 😭 they goin through it as always xd

At least it wasn't some terrible big scheme on their wedding itself lol

Just random stuff and a small bad thing xD

OPE GUYS O.O

Okay, that's the last of my promo thoughts, now it's time for the. . .

REVIEW

Not quite as fancy as my 911 or tgd ones lol, more like the normal ones, just with the end of a liveblog as well :).

I made a post about this before coming back to this one, but happy 100th episode all!! Lowkey forgot this was the 100th anniversary lol. But it makes so much sense and it was a GREAT 100th episode :D.

I love that everyone had their little moment (at least): James with the music, Wesley with Oscar, Luna with her college classes, etc :). And just Randy, Chastity, Oscar, and Henry BEING there lol. Though to clarify Oscar was not at the wedding xD. But seriously, I really loved all the cameos and little character moments this episode :)).

Also CHENFORD AAAHHHH!!! Their MOMENTS this episode y'all I was losing it xD. I do kinda wish it hadn't been that Tim isn't supporting her despite thinking he is, though? Because the vibes last episode were just really on Tim's side, I guess, and now they're just tossing him into "bad guy" a bit. But, I think it'll work out in the end. I'm also glad Chastity brought up that Lucy could also be scared! I think that's a real possibility :). Anyway, they were ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE and whether it was the first time in universe or not, WHOOO FIRST I LOVE YOU!! And it was so cute :'D. Also the dance 😭😭😭❤️ stop I'm not okay :').

BAILEY AND JOHN ARE MARRIED!!! WHOOOOOO :'DDDD!!!! 🥳🥳🥳🥳🎊🎉🥂🎂🥂🥰❤️❤️🥰. I'm so happy for them :'DD

They might not be my favorite couple on the show but I still love them and this has been a long time coming. I'm also glad that despite all the issues they still had the wedding and everything was okay and beautiful 🥰🥰. Thank goodness they actually had it and we saw it lol (looking at you Wopez - still mad at the writers for that). Also I'm SO EXCITED for the next episode with their honeymoon :D.

I felt so bad for Celina and Aaron this episode 😭. Aaron because poor boy is going through it and misreading signals/situations xd, and Celina because she's trying to be there for him and do what's best and she as also, you know, kidnapped and beat up xD. But, I think they'll make it through it :).

Really though Aaron you need to talk to your therapist 😭. It's dangerous going out when you know you're not healing :(. Hope he learns it soon D':.

I loved all the togetherness moments this episode!! The bachelor and bachelorette parties (y'all I can't articulate it beyond loving individual characters and them all hanging out but oUAGH chomping on it)/last minute preparations xD were SO GOOD!! And the wedding, especially the dancing :'D. AUOGH, I love them <333. And of course the final mission at the end - they slay together :DD. Also, I'm glad Celina's okay :')).

Don't even get me started on the Wopez/Wesley angst. Y'all I'm about to have so many thoughts about them moving forward (even more than usual/always xD). Like! AUGH! OSCAR!! SITTING ACROSS FROM HIM!! DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG I'VE WAITED FOR THIS

Where's the panic attack Rookie <33

Where's the panic attack writers 🥰🥰 where is it :))

I'm kidding xD kind of lol. But seriously, the angst thoughts are turning (the wheels are turning) :DD. And don't forget about Angela either lol

Anyway! Everybody slayed this episode and I REALLY enjoyed it :D. I'm SOO excited for the next one :)). Also, again (mentioned it in the liveblog or just before), I don't know that I've ever gotten to watch it live before, so this was the perfect episode to get to do it :D.

Loved the episode!!!

Happy 100th Episode guys 🥂🥰🥰. I love this show and you all so much :DD.

See you next time!!

[xrphansrevival]

All texts Obelus

㊁ : emergency

[txt] You should go to A's room.

[txt] He made me pretty mad for once.

[txt] Or you could come to my room. Better pick well.

♡ : endearing/affectionate/loving

[txt] I saw you stitched the teddybear back together.

[txt] I got a couple bottles of your favorite drink.

[txt] Can we make up?

👅 : sext/suggestive

[txt] [picture of a girl underneath Obelus. it's the same girl B sent him a picture of last week. it shows her back and the back of her head, long hair splayed out. her ass isn't in the picture, but there is some cum that crept up her back]

[txt] She's done, but I'm still thinking about you.

♪ : musical/lyrics

[txt] I wanna be your setting lotion, hold your hair in deep devotion. At least as deep as the pacific ocean, now I wanna be yours

[txt] Secrets I have held in my heart, are harder to hide than I thought, maybe I just wanna be yours

★ : wrong number

[txt] No, the surprise is going to be at night, once his classes are over. Why would we make the surprise party while he's at class?

[txt] AUGH

[txt] Doc ignore that

[txt] I'm NOT planning you a surprise birthday party

☯ : angry/hateful

[txt] Why do you always pick A, every goddamn time?! Why do you think he's so much better than me?

[txt] I'd do literally anything for you! Now YOU'RE giving ME the silent treatment? Because you're being a child again?

[txt] Stop being stuck up your own ass for a minute! Stop being stuck up A's ass! You two aren't that great! You just have some weird obsession!

♖ : drunk/drugged

[voicemail] ---eeeeellooooo--... ohh... not answering again, huh... ha ha... [muffled sniff] Well, I don't need ya... Not at all! I got... uh... plenny of friends... you know, there's... [sound of glass shattering. what did he break?] Whatever! Who needs... ha... yeah, who needs you, asshole... piece of shit... fuck! Hoooo, oops. Clean up on isle-- [it cuts off]

[txt, ten minutes later] you haate me

[txt] nver even likedm e

[txt] fuc you

♛ : worried

[txt] I miss you. Please come back.

[txt] I hope your number never gets recycled.

[txt] I'll always wait for you. Please come home.

♘ : late night

[txt] We should leave. Together.

[txt] If you really have to bring A, fine.

[txt] But we could be so much better than this place. We could disappear. Live in a nice little cabin by a nice little lake.

[txt] None of this has to matter.

[quandaryqueen]

Mental images I'd like to share

Hi hellow these are usually the thoughts that are left marinading in my brain after consuming media, mostly music videos, certain prompts, reflection of real life and etc.

And they are about certain Gotham rogues, because I have no life yet until college will inevitably suck the soul out of my body okay enjoy--

💜 Music Meister

Now in honour of Enchanted and after I've watched the new trailer for its sequel Disenchanted, I went straight to listening to its songs because augh my childhood and of course, True Love's kiss is always a fucking banger and something I'd love to waltz to and want to sing if it weren't for my ratchet alto voice but anyways;

Ah yes, in every chores he plays music as one always do and of course he is always singing along. So it's him in the backyard hanging clothes and sheets.

Gosh imagine Dennis roping you into singing with him-- as he's doing chores some movie soundtrack is playing by the background and what in the middle of hanging laundry with you. His typical theatrical self re-enacts the song True Love's kiss with him being Gisselle, twirling and spinning around the lawn with a laundry basket and clothes to hang and of course you'd cave in when he knowingly looks over you when the part of Prince Edward comes on, you lazily pull him and go along with his gimmicks.

"Giselle! We shall be married in the morning!" You sarcastically recited, before breaking into a song with him, which he finds himself smiling like a dork.

Then after that he is washed by the overwhelming urge to rewatch the movie with you and so after chores, he pulls you with him to squeal about the whole movie and sing along. Sighhhh, oh to have that one day.

🖤 Gotham Oswald Cobblepot

I'm thinking what if he has a child and this child has followed their Father's advice to a T. Like, Oswald and this child are intensely alike... My shipper brain says to include Edward in this relationship because I am a degenerate so this child is a scary mix of Edward's intelligence and friendliness and Oswald's cunning nature and tendancies to do anything to get what they want.

Okay now that's out of the way, imagine this child running for president in their school council just as how her Father Oswald ran for mayor and this child, is sabotaging the opposing candidate and their partylist. One time a student had tried to heckle Oswald and Edward's baby during their speech, and after that the heckler's scholarship is revoked.

Uhhh, gosh my brain is also saying "Hey... What if Barbara Gordon and this child are the same age and they're friends" 👀

So yeah, definitely needs more character expansion, and not to mention, a name.

🧡 Masters of Fear Jonathan Crane

Idk about you, let's give him a bimbo bestie because that's always fun 😚

Big cliché of an extrovert bestie, popular, a part of the cheer leading team, feminine, catty, sweet, nice, confused but she's got the spirit, will throw hands if one dares to throw either literal or metaphorical rocks at Jonathan.

Anyways so they adopt Jonathan, maybe he thinks he fell for them because he can't distinguish platonic feels from romantic ones, but then he finally knows what friendship feels like and so he is just content about their friendship.

He is a touch scared of them because they threw verbal rocks at Sherry Squires during cheerleading practice and went off because Sherry only attends practice to skip classes.

Bimbo bff wards him away from Sherry, so maybe the prank from the Halloween party wouldn't occur at all. So anyways, maybe Jonathan doesn't become the Scarecrow and instead becomes a somewhat well-adjusted individual as an adult, though still a touch stern of a professor who scowls at everyone, save for his bimbo bff, whom he scowls at too, but less irked at them.

💚 Edward Nygma

Okay this is self-indulgent, but I recently got glasses and had this thought brewing about--

So it's Edward teasing a friend of his whenever they squint at objects from afar, telling them it's finally time to become a member of the four-eyed freaks, but friend is adamant about not getting glasses, claiming that they don't need it at all (even if they do)

But one day, the friend being spiteful wants to prove Edward that they don't need glasses, so they stop by a glasses store and got their eyes tested... The autorefractor results states that you need glasses and Edward was smirking with an 'I told you so' look, so he helps you around with picking a pair of frames and after that got sorted with the correct grade of lenses, you were met with a whole new world and billboards and signs were no longer blurry.

"Welcome to the four-eyed freaks." Nudges Edward.

[hyperfixationtimego]

autistic leon 🥺🥺 he wears earplugs during baseball games and he has an abundance of stim toys that he has to have all accounted for before he can do anything

god I have more asks to answer but my Leon brainrot is too strong so-

YEAH!!!! LITERALLY THE REASON I GRABBED ONTO HIM AS A COMFORT CHARACTER AND REFUSED TO LET GO WAS BECAUSE OF ALL THE FUCKIN!!!! SYMPTOMS AND STUFF HE HAD!!!! LIKE I LEGIT POINTED AT HIM AS SOON AS I MET HIM AND LEARNED MORE ABOUT HIM LIKE “holy SHIT that’s ME”

he’s fuckin autistic there’s no way around it. The way he fucks up social cues, the way he tries to reinvent himself to get people to stop associating him with a special interest he believes he no longer enjoys, the way he repeats a single word when he gets stressed out and angry, the way he takes naps in order to avoid feeling overwhelmed because he literally has no other way of coping with it,,,,,AUGH I love him so much

also just,,,,more of me projecting but i think the concept of him also having BPD fucks super hard. He’s impulsive, and things set him off really easily, but he feels things VERY intensely!!! When he’s happy, he’s super happy, when he’s pissed, he’s PISSED, when he’s bored, he needs to leave and go do something!! Like, god, sir, SAME?? And his sense of self is another thing AGHR I’m gonna shut up now because if I don’t stop I’ll Just Keep Talking so anyway back to autistic headcanons-

FUCK YEAH ABSOLUTELY he’s a very very loud individual, but whenever there’s an abundance of noise that’s not being made/controlled by him, it can be super overwhelming!!! His earplugs are literally a lifesaver they make him feel so safe

also unrelated but he’s absolutely someone who listens to music on headphones with the highest volume possible and everybody else is just “bro how are your ears not BLEEDING”

STIM TOYS STIM TOYS STIM TOYS AGRHBFNMEM!!!!!!!

He’s got bracelets and rings that aren’t even intended as fidget things but they twist and spin and are fun to run his fingers over so they absolutely count and he Needs them if he’s going anywhere

He carries around a baseball because sometimes just holding the weight of it in his hand is really comforting!!! But throwing it/tossing it in the air is also a surefire way for him to calm down, especially if he’s super excited or angry!! It really helps to ground him when he needs it!

Not technically fidget toys, but he plays with his piercings a lot!!! Lightly pulling on his earrings, pushing his tongue piercing against the roof of his mouth, twists his labret sometimes when he’s bored, etc. etc. like he tries to force himself to sit still and Not Do That because he doesn’t think it looks Cool™️ but neurodivergent brain doesn’t care about shit like that so ❤️

He’s definitely got some squishy stress balls, too!! Like just being able to squeeze something in his palm can really help when he can feel himself getting frustrated (this one works really well for him while he’s in class or doing homework and getting upset about not understanding the material/feeling burned out/etc.)

I bet he used to chew on his nails and probably still does if he doesn’t have immediate access to stim stuff (YEAH I’M PROJECTING AGAIN DIE MAD ABOUT IT /lh /pos)

And uhhhh failing that, he steals stuff from Kaz’s huge bag of fidget toys HSNANEBD the man is a LEECH but obv Kaz doesn’t mind cause that’s what the bag is there for lol

[muffinrecord]

Keiko Voice Lines

Keiko’s voice lines! This is the last one (for now). She’s dead before the story starts. :(

Orihime Hoshimoto | Alta Hamekawa | Mitsuki Kasasagi

Self Introduction 1: Heyo! I’m sorry, I can’t talk too long-- I’ve got a full schedule, but I’m Keiko Akari! Ahhh-- listen, listen, come follow me as I move on, I can’t lose an inch of time! Self Introduction 2: Well hey there! I’m Keiko Akari. I do ballet and I fight witches and all that. It’s busy work, but I kind of like it, you know?

Story Chapter End 1: Don’t talk to Kyubey, Orihime. Nothing good can come of it. Story Chapter End 2: Mom... Please... I can’t keep going like this.  Story Chapter End 3: I’ll be watching over you. I promise.

Story Select 1: Do you think my mom would forgive me if I gave up...?  Story Select 2: I just want a day where I can do nothing. Story Select 3: Ehh~~ Math is my favorite subject, actually!  Story Select 4: Refine the body, focus my mind...  Story Select 5: I love Sayu-Sayu! I wish I could see her sword collection? Story Select 6: I want to flow like water. You know?

Strengthening Complete: Practice pays off!  Strengthening Max: I’ve reached my peak!

Episode Level Up: Thanks for getting to know me better.  Magia Level Up: There’s always room for improvement, too-- you get me?

Magical Release 1: People always tell me that liking knives is creepy... Do you think that too? I just really like how they look... It’s not like I want to hurt anyone.  Magical Release 2: Ehh~~ You won’t believe it but I’ve been going to a welding class. It means I’m even busier than before but I really look forward to it!  Magical Release 3: Working with metal is kinda brutal, yeah, but the end product is so refined! It reminds me of ballet, in a way?

Awaken 1: I feel a little stronger. But I feel more conflicted than ever...  Awaken 2: I don’t think it’s right to make a wish when you’re this young. That’s what I’ve decided. That’s why I keep fighting-- so others don’t have to. Awaken 3: Ballet... Welding... Witch-hunting... Even mathematics, gaming, singing... I’ve done a lot of things, but I want to keep changing. I want to keep being a new person, day after day. Don’t you want to know who I’ll become?

First Login: Oh, hey there! Listen, I’m sorry but I only have a few minutes to spare. Today’s a busy day with ballet practice, then maybe a witch hunt, and then studying, ya know? Login (Morning): Mornin’! I’m doing some stretches, wanna join with me? Let’s have some lemonade afterwords. Login (Noon): I don’t make my own lunches, my mom does. She always gives me a lot of protein, see? I need that energy. Login (Evening): Let’s go, let’s go! We don’t have time for walking around! Run, full blast! Login (Night): Hey there! Aw, I’m sorry, but I gotta go to bed early, right? I can’t be too tired, or else I fall behind...    Login (Other): Man, I just want a nap... There just isn’t enough time in the world, right? Login (AP Full): Do you feel that? There’s a witch nearby! Come help me out, I gotta get to my recital right after this...  Login (BP Full): Man, I just want to steal some of my copies and use ‘em so that I can get everything I want done faster. Ya know?

Tap 1: Ever since I’ve gotten taller, I’ve been hitting door frames, sometimes the ceiling... I kind of like my new height though. Tap 2: You have to be careful with your Grief Seeds. Ideally, you want to have at least two on you at a time-- make sure you plan your moves carefully, yeah? Tap 3: Don’t trust Kyubey. Don’t make a wish. You hear me? We’re not the same person every day, so how can you make a wish that will fit you best for the rest of your life?  Tap 4: A boyfriend? What makes you think I have time for that!? I think I’d pull my hair out if I had to factor dates into my schedule too...  Tap 5: My mom was a ballerina before me. I’ve seen videos of her performances-- they take my breath away. I want to make her proud, but...  Tap 6: Augh, Orihime is sooo spoiled. I wish my parents could be as accepting as hers... Tap 7: Hm? Oh, do you need me to reach that for you? I got ya! *Hup!* Here you go! Feel free to ask for more help at any time, you hear?  Tap 8: I think my fighting style really suits me! I kinda dance across the battlefield... One of these days, I want to bring some music with me as a soundtrack so I can practice for real. Wouldn’t that be fun?  Tap 9: Hey. Want to see my knife collection? (:

Battle Start: I’m ready for a little warmup.   Battle Victory 1: An amazing performance, right?   Battle Victory 2: I feel like I’m on top of the world!  Battle Victory 3: We make a good team, ya know?

Doppel: Why did I make that wish?  Dying: Rest...

[fuwafuwamedb]

Teaching An Enkidu Pt 2 (Enkidu, Hakuno, Gilgamesh)

Previous Part : One 

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Gilgamesh Bilgames.

Writer. Philanthropist. Bachelor.

The man owned more of the city than the city council. He ruled over more of the area than anyone wanted to admit. He was someone who rivaled with Councilman Solomon and Mayor Ozymandias. The man ruled from atop his building.

He was allegedly behind several companies, but there was no evidence that people could find for that. He was someone who would dabble in this and that, seeming to be like a god with the way he could simply touch and make the work turn into gold.

What was he doing with a child?

“Miss Kishinami!” Enkidu tugged at her sleeve, holding up their game system for her to see what was going on. “I caught another eevee!”

“You did! Well done!”

They were so happy. Their face warming as their smile grew.

Once again, a week had come and gone and she was still stuck waiting on the bench after school each day for the man’s secretary to come pick up Enkidu.

After the first day, he hadn’t bothered to come to the school.

This was a problem though. Gilgamesh needed to be picking up his son or handling having his assistant come on time. She couldn’t be forced to wait here each and every day. Her hand ran through her hair, her eyes drifting to her car nearby.

It was against policy for teachers to take their students home. The sheer number of lawsuits that could come from such a thing…

At least waiting on the bench underneath the cameras was fine.

She turned her attention to the paperwork in hand, beginning to mark up mistakes that the students had made in writing their letters.

“Miss Kishinami?”

Hakuno paused again, glancing over to Enkidu. “What’s wrong?”

“…Am I a bad kid?”

Oh no.

This is what I was talking about! He can’t just be leaving Enkidu behind like this!

“You’re a wonderful child, Enkidu!”

“Really?”

Those eyes turned away from her, their game system lowering. “…Then… I don’t understand why…”

“I’m sure your father is just running late again. He writes a lot of good books. Writing good books takes a lot of time.”

“Really?”

The child glanced over to her.

“Writers are very…” How would she explain in a way that would not make Enkidu dislike Gilgamesh? “Writers are required to be very unbiased.” The boy frowned. “It means that they can’t take anyone’s side. When they work on their writing, they have to think about what everyone in their story is thinking about. They have to be mean because one character is mean and they have to be polite because other characters are polite. It makes them have a lot of trouble when they need to step back from their work and do real life things. That would mean sometimes being late or missing things.”

Enkidu nodded. “That is right.”

She nodded. “I’m sure that your father is going to be hurrying here or having Miss Siduri come get you quickly.”

Or, at least, she hoped that was what would happen.

Her grading was done. The parking lot was getting really dark now.

8:45 p.m.

Where the hell was that man?!

“Miss Kishinami?”

Hakuno glanced over at the child. “I’m really hungry.”

They couldn’t leave the camera. She’d already talked to Da Vinci about this. She needed to either call the police to take Enkidu home or stay here.

Augh, but this shouldn’t have been her problem!

If it hadn’t been for the fact that she just… she just couldn’t have Da Vinci call the cops and make Enkidu lose their good housing situation. There was no doubt that the child was loved. The child was carried whenever she saw them with Gilgamesh. She’d caught sight of them out together over the weekend, playing around in a wrestling place together.

There was no doubt that Gilgamesh cared about Enkidu.

Which was why he needed a plan! He needed someone to watch Enkidu that wasn’t her!

“Miss Kishinami-“

I’m going to be fucking arrested.

She ran a hand over her face, glancing up at the camera nearby and groaning.

She grabbed her tablet, turning on the camera and beginning to film.

“Come on, Enkidu.”

“We’re leaving?”

She pulled out her phone, dialing as she led Enkidu towards her car. “Yeah, we’re leaving. I’ll drive you home today.”

The child happily grabbed the tablet as she handed it to them. She could hear Gilgamesh’s voicemail going on and she took a moment to explain that she was bringing Enkidu to his home.

It wasn’t far to get to the building. She would have Enkidu record the whole way there and then she would hand the video to Da Vinci directly tomorrow. She would take tomorrow off as well, avoid the trouble of staying after school and maybe Gilgamesh would learn when someone else caused the trouble for him.

She couldn’t bring herself to call the police, but someone else could do that.

“Can we stop for food?” Enkidu asked.

“You can ask your father when we get to your home.”

“Okay…” Enkidu smiled at the tablet camera a little as they stopped at a stoplight. “Your car is nice.”

She doubted it compared to the great Gilgamesh’s collection, but she still smiled. “Thank you.”

They didn’t listen to any music. The moment they made it to Gilgamesh’s building, Hakuno held the door for Enkidu and let them carry the tablet all the way into the building.

“I have Enkidu Bilgames,” she explained to the security men.

They all waved her towards the elevator.

“They think you’re here to make Gilgamesh really happy,” Enkidu told her.

God, I’m just burying myself in trouble.

Making sure that Enkidu made it to their father was the goal though. Handing the child to anyone else other than him or Siduri was out of the question.

Damn it all though…

Enkidu pressed the elevator button for the top floor.

They waited, listening to the buzzing and hums of the elevator as it climbed up the heights. Enkidu was happily turning the tablet around to capture video of the entire elevator.

I probably will look very tired in that video.

The door binged.

Hakuno watched Enkidu press a code into the elevator a moment before the doors opened.

Gilgamesh looked up from the table by the windows, a slew of women strewn about the room. His eyes narrowed as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Enkidu.”

“I’m back!” Enkidu hurried forward, dancing around the bodies as the women stirred here and there, greeting the child.

“Are you kidding me?”

Gilgamesh caught the child and hoisted them up, exchanging a grin before Hakuno stepped into the room.

“You can’t just be doing this! Enkidu needed picked up!”

“Hmm?” Gilgamesh glanced over to her, snorting. “I could have sworn I sent Siduri out to fetch them an hour ago.”

“Did you send her for food first?” Enkidu asked.

The man blinked, looking at the being a moment before grabbing his phone.

It was ringing as he answered.

“Siduri… yeah, the teacher brought them home… Yes, still bring dinner…”

Hakuno grabbed her tablet from where it was dropped, quickly turning off the footage and sighing.

“I’m not getting involved in this. Tomorrow I will not be at work and whomever is substitute teaching for me will not be lenient in waiting for you, Mr. Bilgames. Along with that, I think Enkidu would benefit from having a different teacher.”

Those red eyes met hers a moment before Enkidu was set down.

“Enkidu, head to your room for a moment.”

Hakuno pressed the button for the elevator.

“Miss Kishinami.” Gilgamesh was moving forward, walking around the slumbering women around them. “I think it’s about time that you and I spoke about what you will and will not be doing while working with Enkidu and I.”

“I don’t think we need to say anything to one another. Enkidu will be in Miss Gudako’s class by Wednesday morning.”

The man pressed a hand to the wall, blocking her path as the doors opened.

“Enkidu trusts you.”

“They do. It’s a shame I had to tell them to trust you this evening.”

The man paused. “What?”

She slipped underneath his hand, pressing the button for the main floor of the building and nodding. “Pick up your child when the others are picked up more often, Gilgamesh. The relationship between you and your child is more important than these useless women. None of them has the backbone to help you in raising Enkidu. And none of them seem to do a damn thing for you either.”

The doors closed on his surprised expression.

Safe at last.

[lovemesomesurveys]

What Rhymes With AF/AFF/APH/ALF/AUGH/AFFE

1. When’s the last time you felt baffled? What about? There’s some wild stuff going on in the world. 2020 is really somethin’ else, man. I saw this text post that was like, “Ya’ll couldn’t quit with the 2020 vision jokes so 2020 said I’ll show you something then.”

2.  Has anyone referred to you as “riffraff” before? No. That makes me think of Rocky Horror Picture Show.

3. If you had a staff, what would it look like? I don’t know.

4. Do you know how to draw a music staff symbol? We had to practice those in my piano class, but that was over 10 years ago now and I haven’t had to draw one since. It usually came out pretty crappy.

5. Are you an employer of staff or a staff employee? Neither.

6. Do you have a loud/annoying laugh? I think it’s kinda weird, but it’s not loud.

7. Is it easy to make you laugh? Who’s the best at it? My brother.

8. Do you like giraffes? I love giraffes. 

9. Is the glass half empty or half full? My glass is empty.

10 A baby cow is called a calf. Which other baby animals can be referred to as a calf?  Giraffes!

11. When is the last time that someone has done something on your behalf? Hmmm.

12. Do you have any autographs from anyone famous? I have one from Jim Carrey, Jamie Lee Curtis, and Drake Bell.

13. Have you ever had a cardiograph performed on you? Do you know anyone who has? I’ve had to have a couple EKGs. While I was in the hospital after my last surgery, my body was kind of freak out mode or something and so my heart rate was high, which made the doctors concerned. My EKGs were all normal, though. My doctor thinks my body was just under stress cause of the surgery I had. And I was just experiencing anxiety. Once I got to go home to rest, my heart rate was perfectly fine.

14. Have you ever choreographed a dance number or a cheer routine before? No.

15. Do you prefer bar graphs or line graphs? Bar graphs.

16. Do you or anyone you know own a phonograph? No.

17. Do you like to take photographs with or without filters? I usually like to use filters. Some photos come out nice on their own so I don’t mess with them. I always use a filter if it’s a photo of myself, though.

18. Have you ever taken a polygraph test before? Would you be willing to do so? I’ve never taken one before. I don’t know why I’d ever need to.

19. Have you ever used a telegraph before? No.

20. Do you shower before or after breakfast? I like to shower at night.

21. Have you ever heard a creature lurking in your rafters?  I don’t have an attic, but EW that sounds creepy.

22. Do you know anyone who has an afro? Yeah.

[a-zebra-is-a-striped-horse]

[carbootsoul]

i was tagged by @marigoldtragedy​! thank you :)

name: leo

nicknames: augh im not sure i actually have any!! all my familt nicknames are my deadname.. :/ my girlfriend calls me babe, i guess, and my math teacher calls me da vinci sometimes. 

zodiac: aquarius

height: 5'7″ which is like. tall side of average for an afab person so i’m happy

languages: english.. i am taking high school spanish 1, so i can say things like “yo estoy cansada” and “subo en Otis todo los dias” and get 95s on quizes. (for clarification. you cannot get into our school without the elevator and the elevator’s name is otis)

nationality: american

favourite season: early fall!! you’re back at school with your friends but classes aren’t hard yet and everything’s so beautiful! its always like 40-60 degrees (fahrenheit) and you can wear a coat if you WANT but you can also just walk around in a flannel or a t-shirt. good

flower: lilies of the valley, maybe? i’m not sure i have a favorite.. at least not off the top of my head. violets, too, because lesbianism

scent: honey and fresh bread. very cottagecore of me.

fictional character: ahh! i’m not really sure i love them all. annabeth chase tho... she will always hold the key to my heart. and daniel jun from radio silence.. iconic, harley quinn.

coffee, tea or hot chocolate: i don’t drink many hot drinks but i have (an iced caramel latte) when i go out and coffee when im at my girlfriend’s in the morning so probably coffee.

average sleep: 8/9 on the weekdays, 10-12 on the weekends.

dogs or cats: cats! i love dogs but they cannot compare. 

number of blankets: minnesota is fucking freezing and i keep forgetting to close my window (also northern minnesotans? maybe a biiiit masochistic abt the cold and im no exception) so rn a sheet, a comforter, and a fuzzy blanket from our basement in addition to a sweatshirt.

dream trip: im not rly one for travel. either new york or like chill out in a cabin next to this tiny farm. 

blog estabilished: Wed, 05 Oct 2016 17:06:33 -0400; about 3 years ago (according to postlimit.com)

random fact: just went down to our state capitol to talk abt charter schools with our representatives! pretty cool but it was actually just a 2 1/2 hour trip for a 20 minute meeting and now i need to catch up on homework 

gender: man idk. woman. girl??? butch? i think if i were to choose a gender identity it would be butch but i don’t think im butch enough to be butch like. my gf is def the butch in our relationship

current time: 6:24 p.m. i should be doing homework ahhh

fav music artist: ezra furman, against me, hozier, the regrettes, mal blum, destroy boys, LP

stuck in my head: i’m listening to anticlimax by kat flint rn! nothing stuck in my head tho

last movie i saw: birds of prey! good.

last thing i googled: super tuseday 2020 results :’(

other blogs: i don’t have any sideblogs!

lucky numbers: 21

currently wearing: ripped jeans, flannel, “gender confetti” t-shirt, my girlfriend’s sweatshirt, and a cap that says feminist. yes i am gay how did u know

dream job: man!! wow!! idk! like a bookstore owner or a college polisci/gender studies prof or a lobbyist

favourite foods: pasta and fish tacos

instruments: played the cello in middle school and kinda still can bc im a freshman so that was. last year

favourite song: ahh rn probably anticlimax by kat flint or the classic gay sex by be steadwell

i’m tagging @transnureyev, @feelssogoodinmyarms, @bellandpebbles, @ofcatsandstars

[pipefoxesonthemoon]

AUGH THE WRITER ASK THING, YES. I WANT MANY OF THEM BUT I WILL LIMIT MYSELF TO: 6, 7, 26, 27, 30, 31!!!!!!!!!

YOU ALREADY KNOW MOST OF THESE YOU GOOF. 

6 - How did writing change you?GEEZE WOW OKAY. So basically for the longest time I was 100% convinced I was literally good for nothing. I was never top of the class, or best in p.e., or musically talented or anything like that. I still struggle with a lot of self-esteem issues, but I know for sure one thing I am at least partially good at is writing. Finding that I had at least some skill in one thing, even if I just use it as a hobby, really helped me a lot. 7 - Early influences on your writingH.P. Lovecraft for sure, J.R.R. Tolkein, probably J.K. Rowling if I’m being honest and certainly Brain Jacques. 

26 - Story you’re most proud ofProbably Dark Investments. I absolutely love it. I love how fast it goes, how dark it gets, the turn around for the character, how personal it ended up feeling and that it’s my only first-person fic says a lot I think. 

27 - Best review you ever gotPROBABLY ONE OF YOURS. Honestly, I have no idea, I love and appreciate every review I get. 

30 - Hardest part of writingSitting down and keeping focus. I can write almost any time if I try, but most of the time I can get distracted very easily. Focusing is always the hardest part for me. That and grammar. 

31 - Easiest part of writingDescribing the weather, going off on tangents, when you’re in ‘the zone’ and you just hammer something out the first time no edits needed is always great.

THANK YOU DUSTY ALSO YOU’RE TAGGED NOW

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12, 24, 148!

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

augh picking favorites is hard!  Doesn’t help that I’m really bad at remembering titles to songs??  Sure didn’t do me any favors in music history & theory classes, heh!  Gonna ramble cause I’m not sure I can answer this question straight up:

Hmmm not really anything in particular I’ve been listening to right now, mostly random classical music that’s on the radio when I’m in the car, or when I’m doing stuff on the computer I’ll put on some assorted classical music on youtube, or soundtracks.  Have really enjoyed the like two pieces done by Mongolian band “The Hu”, which is surprising given its not one of my usual genres!

I have CDs I’ll usually reserve for longer car trips (that take me out of radio range of my usual stations), again mostly classical or soundtracks (esp LotR), but also some classic rock (if that’s what it’s called?  60s-80s I think? basically stuff I picked up from my parents).  A lot of the CDs aren’t in great shape though, probably need to make new ones at some point?

I’m also weirdly bad at picking up lyrics?  The only songs I’ve actually fully memorized the lyrics to (aaages ago mostly) are:  everything from “Dr Horrible’s Sing Along Blog”, Sound of Silence, The Winner Takes it All, and The Moon Rises.  Might be a bit rusty in some cases, infinitely easier to do it along with the music than without.  Probably could sing along with other songs , esp. disney songs, better than I think I can too.

24. Favorite part of your daily routine?

Wouldn’t have much of a routine if it weren’t for school, - and now work!  Weirdly don’t like having plans when it comes to doing things on my own, but once other people are involved I need to know what’s going on.  

Actually been somewhat enjoying the structure that my new weekday job brings, much preferable to the uncertainty of previous jobs (which did have schedules, but they didn’t mean much as I could easily be asked to not come in if things were slow or asked in constantly on my days off)  The constant looming threat of work made it impossible to plan anything else.

Definitely treasure getting home and getting on the computer to play games and check the tumblr.

148. What’s your favourite quote?

Aaaa I’m sure there’s a number, but it’s really hard to come up with in the moment?  There’s not any I like, live by.  Do I pick something from a book?  Movie?  Historical figure?  Something philosophical?  Funny??

I could probably spend way too much time and dig up a number of quotes, but I’ll just stick to this passage from Lord of the Rings where I genuinely had some hope for gollum the first time I read the books: (pff once again not really sticking to the letter of the question, this is more of a passage than a ‘quote’)

“Gollum looked at them. A strange expression passed over his lean hungry face. The gleam faded from his eyes, and they went dim and grey, old and tired. A spasm of pain seemed to twist him, and he turned away, peering back up towards the pass, shaking his head, as if engaged in some interior debate. Then he came back, and slowly putting out a trembling hand, very cautiously he touched Frodo’s knee–but almost the touch was a caress. For a fleeting moment, could one of the sleepers have seen him, they would have thought that they beheld an old weary hobbit, shrunken by the years that had carried him far beyond his time, beyond friends and kin, and the fields and streams of youth, an old starved pitiable thing.“

…man of course that’s also making me think of other things I loved from those books, the ring tempting sam into thinking he could turn mordor into a garden, faramir refusing the ring, the whole scene with galadriel and the mirror and the ring, I AM NO MAN (though it might not be worded exaactly that way in the book?  gotta reread its been too long), so so much more.

… now that I’ve written this I’m sure in a little bit I’ll come up with some actual quotes from other things but I was blanking right now OH WELL

[renasrouge]

A Student Seating Shipping Planning Session

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summary: in which miss bustier is a shipper who just wants her otp to be canon, and she’s willing to recruit her colleagues to do it.

word count: 1311

a/n: this is the first fanfic i wrote from over a year ago, so i figure it should be the first that i post on here too. just a warning, it’s not meant to be realistic, and the genre leans heavily toward crack. hope you enjoy!!

“Welcome to the first student seating planning session of the school year,” Miss Bustier announces cheerfully as the screen behind her illuminates in a full-screen presentation. “Let us begin!”

Ms. Mendeleiev and Mr. D'Argencourt stare back at her with blank faces. Miss Bustier guesses they’re a bit upset that she called them for a teacher meeting so early in the morning.

Mr. D’Argencourt slowly raises a hand. “Excuse me, but why am I here for this?”

“Essentially,” Ms. Bustier starts, “I know that all of us have been taking our student... pairings into strong consideration for a few months, and I know it's not necessarily in our job descriptions, but we need to talk about our students.”

Ms. Mendeleiev takes this pause as a cue to slam her fists on the table. “These teenagers have too many personal problems and absolutely no regard for lab safety. No respect for their educators! Just this last Wednesday, I found Alya Césaire blogging during my lecture. Blogging! Those uncultivated 21st century children... and don't even get me started on Alix and Kim, always betting in my class! Caline, you've had the same issues, correct?”

But Miss Bustier is already far gone, plotting ways to make DJWifi a reality.

“Caline!”

Miss Bustier snaps out of her reverie and realizes that she still needs to start the meeting. “Sorry. Yes. The shipping fates of our students are a matter to all of us, so I think we should start with the first topic. First, you two are strong student shippers, correct?”

Silence.

“I'm sorry, shippers?” Mr. D'Argencourt asks.

Miss Bustier gapes at her coworkers' ignorance. “People who ship.”

This time, Ms. Mendeleiev jumps in, continuing her rant from earlier. “Those pesky kids still have no regard for lab safety and listen to that sickening music during my class—”

Miss Bustier sighs, wondering why she even bothered with this. “Shipping. Ships. Pairing students.”

Mr. D'Argencourt strokes his mustache with the tip of his fencing epee (which he had brought to the meeting despite multiple glares of disapproval). There’s a pregnant pause as Miss Bustier waits for him to catch up.

"I still do not see... ”

As a last resort, Miss Bustier swipes the remote from the table. She absent-mindedly flips through the presentation slides, scrolling past the seating charts of every class in the school. She stops on one particular class with too many ships for its own good and draws a line with her finger, linking the yearbook photos of a sweet pigtailed girl and a blond boy with green eyes.

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Adrien Agreste,” she says. “This is a ship.”

The recognition on Ms. Mendeleiev and Mr. D'Argencourt's faces is instant.

“Those two!” Ms. Mendeleiev shrieks, and Miss Bustier swears that the dogs across the street start to bark at the sound. “Always late for everything and going to the bathroom just when I'm about to reach the climax of my lecture! The ungrateful hooligans—”

"My star fencing student!” Mr. D'Argencourt jumps at the same time. “And... some other girl.” He tilts his head so that it rests on the epee's handle. “They may make a good couple.”

Miss Bustier feels like crying tears of joy. At least the PE teacher isn't a lost cause.

“Yes, yes, Armand! Look, they're right here—”

Miss Bustier trips over her words as she flips through the rest of her slides, finding one that she snapped in literature class last week. Adrien is sitting in his usual seat, diligently scribbling at his desk. Behind him, Marinette is gazing longingly at the back of his head. While Miss Bustier supposes that she should have reprimanded Marinette for daydreaming in class, it was such a golden ship moment that she couldn't disturb the peace.

"This is Adrinette,” Miss Bustier explains. “Marinette has a hopeless crush on Adrien—the entire school can confirm it—and from this picture that I took from the courtyard window, he likes her back at least a little.

“This is Adrien writing some sort of letter—a confession letter, maybe?—in class on Valentine's Day, and this is Marinette falling onto him on the school's front steps. She's a little clumsy, but I think Adrien finds it endearing. My point is that it’s our responsibility as teachers to advance this ship to its full potential, and—”

Miss Bustier has Ms. Mendeleiev's interest now. “So, Caline, you're proposing that if we move around the seating so that Marinette and Adrien are together, Miss Dupain-Cheng will be motivated to come on-time to class to see Mr. Agreste? And my teaching will be interrupted less often?”

“Well, I guess that would be a bonus, but we should have them sit next to each other to let Adrien realize his feelings for Marinette and fulfill one of many ships in the class.”

There's silence once more.

“Many? So there are other... ships?” Mr. D'Argencourt twirls his epee in one hand, and Miss Bustier resists the urge to confiscate it.

Focus on the ships. Focus on the ships.

“Yes, of course. Let me draw them out.”

Miss Bustier flips back to the seating charts and begins to connect the pictures.

"Here, you have Alya and Nino, DJWifi. Alya manages the Ladyblog and Nino is an aspiring DJ and filmmaker—you can see how they would help each other out in the future and be a media-savvy power couple, and they both even wear glasses—”

Ms. Mendeleiev stares.

"—and over here there's Alix and Kim, who sit diagonal, or alternately Kim and Max, which is a pretty good ship too, except Kim apparently liked Chloé back in February, which we can hope he got over, since that would invalidate both of the possible ships, and then right behind them there's Juleka and Rose—also a bit of a problem since Rose has shown clear interest in Ali, but she’d better get over it because Julerose is so cute—and, oh, Mylène and Ivan sit way too far away in class—”

Mr. D'Argencourt slowly shifts away.

"—but right now the only good thing we've got going on the whole right side of the seating chart is that Nathanael is far, far away from society where he can impact the golden beauty that is Adrinette, and we have to make sure that he doesn't move up behind Marinette, or my secondary OTP will in sincere danger, and there's the problem of how to put Chloé farther from Adrien, and Ivan closer to Mylène, and Alya where she can actually talk to Nino, and Nathanael preferably even farther away from Marinette, and Sabrina who-knows-where—I mean, we could ship her with Max, but I'm not sure how they would interact considering the current seating—and just augh! We need a new seating chart to promote my ships! Now! I can’t do this anymore!”

Ms. Mendeleiev and Mr. D'Argencourt sit in silence, watching as Miss Bustier catches her breath.

“Caline…” Ms. Mendeleiev starts softly.

“Ladynoir!” Miss Bustier wails, dropping to her knees on the meeting room carpet. “My OTP! There hasn't been an akuma attack in weeks!”

By now, she's sobbing, and Ms. Mendeleiev cautiously places a hand on the literature teacher's shoulder.

"I'm—I’m facing separation anxiety,” Miss Bustier admits between cries. “I spent f—f—five hours sorting ships for my classes yesterday night! The Ladynoir fandom is inactive!”

"Is there... anything we can do to help?” Ms. Mendeleiev says hesitantly as Mr. D'Argencourt backs away.

"Thank you, Silvia, but I'll... I’ll be fine.”

Miss Bustier collects herself, swallowing her tears and climbing into a standing position. Mortified, she realizes that she’s just completely embarrassed herself in front of her colleagues. In one swift motion, Miss Bustier swings her purse over her shoulder and yanks her laptop from the projector monitor, striding away down the hallway as quickly as possible.

She supposes it's time to calm her nerves and read some more Miraculous Ladybug fanfiction.

[air--bag]

I really don´t know how to start this, or it´s future implications, or if you still use Tumblr, or if you still remember me, or if you´´ll ever see this or if it´s going to be read by someone. But even if this go invisible for  centuries or forever I need to put this somewhere so I can be a bit more free and maybe one day you´ll read this  and finally you will know my feelings for you. (Sorry for the shity grammar and ortography or for mixing spanish words but im kinda lazy and this is really long, so ill just leave it as it its)

I was 13 years old the first time I saw you, it was the second day of school our professor came in when class had already started and in front of him there was a new student, it was indeed someone new. Since the first time I swa you, I knew you weren´t from here, you were so diffren to all of us. We were plain and common stupid suckers that only thought in when to lose virginity and to get waste for the first time in our lives; but you didn´t seem to be that kind of person. you seemed to be quite more deep. THe first time I talked you I thought you were really old and you fucking hated ll of us., it´s kinda of surprising  how close you came to be for me, after that first encounter. We eventually become friends, I don´t know how but it happened and actually you turned up to be really fucking cool I mean you were the shit. .You were like really something else, i mean your overall style, and you were a talented drawer (you are still ive seen some of your shit and tis really great). and yu were a cospayer. So in conclsuion we were lightyears from beenso cool like you... From that first year I don´t remeber to much, just htat you lost someon important in your life, and I still remeber how you didn´t go to school and the night that, with a friend, i went to see you. I kept talking to you during vacations and that made so happy because I fucked it up, but about that I will talkin other part of this text Oh, and I started to listen to bands like Asking Aleexandria and some metal shit that was reallly cool and thank you for  showing me those bands.. So vacations, ended January was realy cold, and for thee very firt time I started to use my hair long. Of course people laughed at me, it was really a messy hair but I kida liked... To this day my har is really important its like my force its on my hair, without my hari I wouldnt be the same. That year we started kind of apart till our firen, that in this text im going to call Jordan, was expelled from school and sso it was you and me. I know that we had other friends like the one that in here im going to call Alfonso, and many oters, but principally it was you and me. One day for some reasin our cases were changed and we had to move to ihter class that was bigger I think. And since i was lucky that Jordan expeleed (dont get me wrong, I mean, i felt bad for Jordan but deep inside of me, to have you for me in the class, was like winning an oscar, the lottery o winning nobel prize) So basically from march to october we sat next to each other, and that march was the beginning of one of the best time s of my life. I remeber how to see you in my left side, focused in whatever you were draing,, that year you started to draw with rapidografos, and actually your were improving, yowere going to more anime conventions, you were improving your cosplays to. That year I started to watch anime, just have some other things in common with you, porbably without ou I wpuld have never seen anime bugt bracause of you I did, and I lied to you saying tat I did watch anime since12 years old or something like that. So I talked to you about your drawings, or music, or anime, or movies, or conspiracy theories, or how you were dying because got varicela, about videogames, about life, about books, about your cosplas, about everthing, absolutely everinght. We laghed, we played with each.. there was a time actually that we played with water and we kinda of enede u wet, we play with our foot, with our hands ( you used to make the triforce symbol with your hands and was a fucking hell to me t do it) we aughed, with the we were becoming really close... You were becming my best friend... I reaally enjoyed to go to scholol beacuse you were going tp be by my side, the morning would end fast and will had the time of my life, and those years I felt really really fine. Prbably without you hat yer would be boring, and I dont knwow , maybe it would´ve been a more difficult year for me. I would got bullied or something like that. But nothing bad happened that year actuallly it was one of the best years. During that time w=you became really close to Dr. dooferschmitz(Im calling him like that, i hope you know who im talking about) and to Monica ( you know, the girl that was best friend of the Dr. dooferschmitz) so I kinda of felt apart, I mean were laughing and stuff but I started to feel afraid that I nothing for you and that eventually you would throw me away,( of course you didn´t do thatt, know its imposiible for me to think of you doing that) and I was afraid of losing you, and that added up with the many new emotiones that I had, my fear and so many other things, made me to epeat my mistake from thae year before, I started to treat you with coldnes, I ingnored you I treated you bad, and to this day I still regreat hat. You were the last persons that deserved that, and I took you apart from me and I don´t know, why I didn´t gave an effort to avoid to hurt you i just don´t know. I fucked it up again...But agin you kinda forgave me, and seriously thank seriously losing you and those moemnts would be a tragedy for e thank you for been so cool for being amazong an for  keep beign my friend. So we kept talikng and beign friends and things become brighter for me again, going to school was my favorite thing in the world this become colorful. You know they say that when youre in love things become colorful and I agree withem, beacause hen I remember those days thers like a feeling that make it so romantic, something in the sun or in the sky or in the color of the walls make those memories really special and beatiu,, even when i was dying of boredom in the church to think that that nex t day I would be talking shit with you made me feel excitedl. My love for you was growing more and more  You were there, you showed me cool music, I was hapy with that music, with the animes you recommended me , and basiclly with life itself. My happines had no end or I thought so. We came out of school , we kept talking almost everyday day as we did in the months before, we talked through skype, i remeber seeing you making some cosplays, you were wearing a dinasour pijama that to this day, I still love, you presented me thorugh skype to shini  and I remeber how it hurted o not talk you, it was a hell to be without you, it was kinda of infectious beacause I came to depend on you its never good in any kind of relation, but yet all that pain was healed when I talked to you again.. But we started to talk less, you moved to another school, I moved to other school, and even though we still talked every now and then, thngs were changingand I did notice that. Things we re becoming gray, life started to be boring, but yet, somehow, my love for you still kept growing, buut that year (2014) we talked almost nothing. There was a day that I saw you, it was tests-week so I came out early and I was going to see you, I remember how my legs were shaking and the hug i gave you when i wsaw you, i threw you my jacket and you thre w it backt to me and th then whe huged like for a minute repeating ecac other how much we mieed us. God, you were so beatiful that day, actually i havent talked about how beatiful you are, I mean you are funny intelligent, bright, clever, how you ended up beign in this shitty city? fuck, youre so beatiufl, I love your light lips, your tiny nose, youre honey eyes, your snowy skin, your voice, your laugh, Iwas stupid in porpuse just to make you laug and the to go to heaven for a few seconds by the power of your laugh. God I really thought you were perfect,its curious because, I knew that there were things i didnt liked from you but at the same time i liked the beacuase those things made youyou, and fuck you were so beatiful in all the posiible ways, metaphsiclly, physcilly you were jus beaitulf, and realy fucking loved you a lo a lo t lot, i dreamed of you, of holding your hand, of kissing you, of sharing life with you, whit brojke the atmosphere and went to the space, ravelled to far away galaxies and was loving you I was just happy and in love I didnt care about anything ese but you. I enojyed to se your face every morning, how you putted your legs on the desk, all your gesture, i loved  the time i holded a part of your body, i loved your smell that to this i havent forget , i remeber how the sun shined and crashed in your hair as in a trigo field. I was so lucky so so lucky, you made everything else beatiful, as if there was some kind of power inside you that transformed everythin around you, to thins day i think that you were a god, and or  wanted to experience human life and so came own to the mortal war and picked anyone to be around with and for destiny reasons i was one of those lyucky basards. You were so different from this shity world. One day you invited me to your house to watch jack frost ovies ( i dont remeber its name) and at some point of that day we were ion your rooftop sitting next to each other, weather, was fresh, sky was blue as an ocean sun was warm and soft, and you were beatiufll, and i felt love and calm, everything was balanced everything, was more than ok, everything.... Life can be cruel sometimes, I think that its part of what makes all of this beaiufl, its tragical factort.... life is like that... our perfect circle ( or at least mine) broke and the only thing that i could do was  accept it and move on, but i never did that, . wel till last year, 2016 was a good year for me and it mean an advance in my life. But every time I finally move on form you I crash with sometihing, I dont know what it its. Something ive been realizing is that I will never forget you, cause what you did in its sobig that i cant just ignore it, everywher i go i will see afraction of your beatiful eyes, every time I love there weill be a part of me, that eventually will thin of you. IYpu fell in love with new people, you trvelled, and I stayed here, and I decided that finaly have to let you go. even though the things you gave to me will always come with me , the beautiness you showe med will always lay in my heart as if its writeen in stone , those beatiful memories will always be inside of me. Enven if as i became older those meories start to blur I kow that in some part of me, those memories will be there, and so you will be. Actually my life  can be seen as a life  before and after you. Before I met you, I was sleepwalking, I woke up, ate my brakefast, came from school, doing nothing during afternoons, going to church in sundays, repeating everything that was told to me, the only human from tha pat me was my desperate effort to fit somewhwere, to be like tthe popular guys, I dressed like them, I tried to be like them bu the real me wasn´t even clse to be like that. The pepole that formed part part of my life was stupid, boring, plain and I hated them. And then theres you, you were a real human, you dressed as you wanted to dress, you llistened the music you wanted to, you didn´t care what the people said, you just were a strong powerful color in the middle of thiss that gray schooI remember how teachers wanted to make you pray, and tried to obligate you  to change yourself , cause they didn´accept anthing that was different to them, and you revealed to them, you sttod up with your beliefs withyourself and ddn´t leet them to denigrate you or to destroy you, you stood p and were yourself and that inspired me. Cause you know I´ve always een a lie, to this day my parents don´t know my sexuality nor that I´m agnostic, they think that Im still that christian boy who loves god and will marry when he graduates from university. Bu actually I´m not beacause you opened my mind, o talk with you, to hear you to see howyou was exciting refreshing, an experience itself it opened my mind, it showed me that theres was world outside waiting for me to l ived it, you showed me that I have a mind and a soul and that Im someone, and that Im a fucking person, that Im a fucking person dude, it ound strange but I didn´t kew that before I met you. You know what´s funny? Thath you weren´t noticing all this things you were transfroming in me, just by been yourself you blosoomed the best of me , Dude I loved you, i really fucking loved you whit all that I had, even if was young, stupid, preteantious I loved you. I loved you I fucking fucking loved you I fucking loveeed you sooo much , My only regret in this life is to be so coward to never took the courage to tell you this and love you even more. Dude thank you for been there when life was shity, thank you for been my best friend whe I was completely alone, thank you for all the fucking great bands that you sowed me, thank you for opening my mind and been one the most influencial things in my ife and to start this fire that become me in the person I am. I know im not perfect and Im not better than anyone, but just to imagine what kind of personI I would be if I would never met you, scares me, I was full of hate and anger while I sleeped and you woke me, you gave me the srenght to move on, you gave me love, lfe, empath, forgivness. Yeah, there were bad times, there were shity things, asi in everything in this world, but there was something inside of me where to hold on. You were my big bang, you gave me a breath of life and since that i been moving on. Thank you dude, seriously. But for now I have to defintily let you go. Ive been trying to move on from you but its kind of impossible if I dont release all my feelings in some way. So I have to let you go. I don´t know what life has for me or for you but I hope its the best for both, and I hoped that you find your way if you havent, I hope that you love someone with all your heart and that someone loves you with all its heart too and that you fly acroos the atmosphere and shine like stars through space and time even after you die... Your light will still shine in this world and in aliens world and the universe will receive that light with love. If you don´t know what to do in life, do as Boukowski said: Find something you love and let it kill you. You´re talentful and intelligent and I hope that you go far in this life. Please take care of you, of your mental health ofr your physical health please, love yoursefl. Dude, always always fucking remeber how beatiful you are, how amazing you are, anhow much love you can give to people. To this day you are one of the most amazing person  I met and  think you will always ben in my list of the coolest persons in the worldyou will always hvae a part of my heart, and wherever I go, whatever I do, I will have you somewhere inside of my heart, that part is forever yours. I loved you a lot a lot.  Im sorry for the shit i did to you, thank you for been an important parf of what saved my life.Thank you for beign yourself, for beign so real, for beign so brave, for beign  amazing. Thak you for beign my first love, I couldn´thave been anymore lucky... I have to let you go, and I have to move. Keep in mind that somwhere, someone will have a part of you inside of him. I hope you the best and I remebered you that i loved you with all my fucking, heart, soul mind, thoughts, with absolutly everything I had,... Dude, all my love and best wishes for you... Goodbye...