#ill be the laughing stock of the system

[wilbursootirl]

ok i lied i made hot chocolate and im making ramen 2 eat rn. if i someone cook up t th is ramen Well ill be killing myself thats for sure

[beangirl73047]

BNHA/MHA Fic Recs

Lessons Learned

Rather than the police station, Katsuki's friends bring him to a hospital after rescuing him from the villains. His wounds were minor, but it didn't make having them treated any less important. As it would so happen, Best Jeanist was also brought to this hospital after the attack. Sometimes, small choices have a big impact on how a story plays out. --------------- Aka: Best Jeanist Acquires A Son. Featuring: Serious talks regarding abuse and emotional scars, one adult finally stepping the hell up and trying to help Katsuki, me going off about the sports festival because I'm still not over it, pro-heros having a group chat, and Katsuki finally getting a chance to learn how to be good.

throw me a goddamn rope - just enough to hang myself with

Shouta’s plan had been ill-defined and desperate from the start, but he figures the important shit boiled down to, “Change as little as possible, make sure Midoriya doesn’t get himself killed, and stock up on lychee jelly pouches because that flavor got discontinued three years from now.” Keeping it simple’s always better, and he’s normally good at improvising.

Somewhere along the way, he must’ve fucked up since now he has:

A quirkless problem child hanging off of his every word

His best friend going through a sexuality crisis thanks to said problem child’s mom

His other best friend clinging to him like a security blanket

Some two-bit mob boss threatening him with bouquets of daffodils

To wring the number one hero’s fucking neck for not telling him anything useful before sending him decades into the past

All he did was walk Izuku Midoriya home. It wasn’t meant to turn into whatever mess this is.

landscape after cruelty

“Bakugo, you need to update your costume.” Kirishima said, “There’s this one dude in the support class- he’s got a literal waiting list, that’s how good he is- but he did my new upgrade."

“Yeah,” Bakugo sighs and leans back on his hands, staring at the bracer. “I know. I’ll go,” his mouth twists a little. “I’ll go tomorrow. This is just- this is my design you know?” he’s not explaining himself very well, and refuses to look at Kirishima.

“It can be hard to give up your first hero design, and you did a great job,” Kirishima said. “You definitely had the best one out of all of us when we first got our costumes."

Bakugo hunched his shoulders. “I didn’t design it,” he grumbled.

Let's Reach the Horizon

After defeating All for One, all Izumi Midoriya wants are some holidays.

Then she gets kidnapped by aliens right after.

Well, at least her alien cat cellmate is nice.

It Takes a Child to Teach a Village

Life doesn't always go the way you want it to. Sometimes it just throws you in a garbage can and lights the garbage can on fire and laughs as you scream in agony. And all you can do is tell yourself that it'll be okay. That you'll be okay. And sometimes you're right and you wake up the next morning to a wonderful day full of sunshine and rainbows and singing birds and you start living life in a damn Disney movie.

Other times you're wrong. The cycle just continues. Maybe Life adds lighter fluid next time. Or fills the bottom of the can with dead fish. And it's up to you to get up off your sorry ass and do something to fix your life because it is clear that you're basically alone. When there's no hero coming to save you, you're forced to save yourself. Be your own hero.

Izuku decides the best way to be a hero is to be a teacher.

Packbonding with a Predator | MHA alien AU

[NO MHA KNOWLEDGE REQUIRED]

Humans- The primitive, savage beasts that poachers across the universe were dying (quite literally) to get their claws on. The no contact order placed on their deathworld, Earth, was supposed to ensure that none would ever pass the fringes of their solar system. They hadn't reached deep-space travel (and probably never would), so the Hyperspace Public Safety Commission was fairly certain that their unimaginable strength and bloodthirsty ways were no threat to the universe at large.

So imagine H'zashi's surprise when he and his bondmate, Shouta, were placed in a cell with one after being captured by intergalactically wanted poachers. He just hoped his flock would get a funeral.

And yet how, even though everyone knew humans were unintelligent and vicious, could the purple furred human speak Common? Even more surprising were its first words.

"No fight?"

same faces.

Midoriya is accidentally sent back in time to the entrance exam by a villain attack. He decides to take advantage of the situation and fix the things that went horribly wrong himself.

(this is a standalone teaser for now; I'll probably come back to it at some point but I wrote this with the intention of showing off a snippet, not the first part of a series)

Things aren't as bad as they seem (they are usually worse)

Giyuu can feel the tugging of his heartstrings and realises, with the briefest flash of horror, that he got attached to Class 1-A.

[goshdangronpa]

ibuki is so rock and roll mcdonalds coded

AND HOW. I think she'd admire the creator of "Rock N Roll McDonalds," a true outsider artist. Who wants an essay? You're getting an essay.

In case you don't know: Wesley Willis had a decidedly non-classical approach to music. He frequently used the same stock melodies of a keyboard's auto accompaniment feature, rather than composing original instrumentals. Verses were often spoken word rambles, and the chorus was almost always just yelling the same phrase a few times. And he often signed off with "Rock over London, rock on Chicago," followed by a brand name and their slogan. If you've heard "Rock N Roll McDonald's," you've heard most of his music.

Why did he make music like this? I couldn't tell you. It may owe something to his severe mental illness. Willis had a troubled upbringing in the foster system, and he came out of it with a diagnosis of paranoid schizophrenia. Voices in his head, which he called "demons," haunted him for the rest of his life. Unfortunately, this means that some alleged fans are really just there to laugh at a neurodivergent man for being different and odd.

Despite this, Wesley Willis can be appreciated with sincerity. I can confirm this, having heard his Greatest Hits collection from start to finish and enjoyed myself the whole way through. For one, Willis is often intentionally funny. I crack up every time he says in his most famous songs that McDonald's quarter pounders "will put pounds on you." For another, his style is not just undeniably unique, but perfectly in line with the punk ethos. He even fronted a rock band called the Wesley Willis Fiasco (a name that Ibuki Mioda would surely approve) - and yes, those songs sound a little different than his solo work. You know who compiled that Greatest Hits collection? Jello Biafra of the Dead Kennedys.

So yeah, spleen, Ibuki Mioda would play "Rock N Roll McDonald's" for her friends, then put on a nearly identical song each time they hand her the aux. She would find inspiration in his one-of-a-kind style, expanding her imagination and rethinking how she might be limiting her own understanding of punk music. She would read about how he would greet people with affectionate headbutts, to the point that he constantly had a bruise on his forehead, and she would love it.

Ibuki Mioda would fucking love Wesley Willis. At the very least, I do.

[unnamable-lee]

Yknow what, what the heck ill post it. ignore the bad character dialogue

Sudden Return

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HFJONE -- Lee!Taylor Ler!Charise -- Does contain ship content -- WC: 1065

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“At least here stuff… happens. Back home, it’s just more of the same. Wake up, go to school, go to work, go home and go to sleep. I–I just wish I–” The buzz of a run down AC system wisped past Taylor. Bright green grass was replaced with the deep blue of her apartment mattress. In shock, the magazine frantically looked around. Everything looked the same all the way down to the tears and scratch mark on the walls. Even her phone still lay on the ground. Missed call and text notifications covered her lock screen as Taylor picked her phone up to check the date. Two days had passed since she vanished onto the plane.

Taylor scrolled through her notifications. “Missed call, missed call, missed call, and so many texts from Charise and mom,” she mumbled to herself. She tapped one of the missed call notifications from Charise and waited. The ring of the phone made the tension swell by the second. Finally, her girlfriend had answered the phone.

“Alright who is this? This better not be some sick prank. You know how I feel about–”

“Charise! Charise it’s me, Taylor.”

“...No it’s not,” the stocking hesitated. Her skepticism was understandable. Two days of radio silence just to suddenly come back isn’t something that just happens. “There’s no way this is Taylor. C’mon. Who is it really?” she tried to hold back tears.

“Please Char, I’m being serious. It’s me. Come to my apartment and you can see me in the flesh.”

“Facetime me first. I’m not about to get killed tonight,” the girl’s voice was shaky. Taylor transferred over to a video call, giving the camera a soft grin before being met with an ended call. Hopefully Charise was just excited.

```

A cacophony of loud banging on the door and a desperate shout could be heard past Taylor’s apartment wall. This was sure to get a noise complaint. Taylor opened the door and was instantly slammed into the floor in a bear hug tighter than any hug she’d experienced before. Charise let faint sobs slip from her as she cuddled closer to her girlfriend. Returning the favor, Taylor wrapped her arms around the knitted stocking. A few minutes had passed before Charise managed to squeak words out, “Where the hell did you go? You vanished out of nowhere when we were talking on the phone, but now you’re suddenly back. Are you okay? Are you hurt at all?”

“Everything’s good, Char. I promise, but I don’t think you’d believe anything I’m about to tell you,” Charise lifted herself up to stare Taylor in the eyes.

“Why would that be? I mean, what happened was already unbelievable enough. It can’t get worse.”

“Oh but it sure can,” Taylor continued on to explain the honestly horrific story of where she went, yet she managed to keep it lighthearted with little sound effects and her usual slang. Whether it be watching someone watch a baby get impaled by a wood pole or flying off said pole, Taylor did her best not to make it too serious despite the darkness of what had happened. “That Bassy person still freaks me out a ton. It was so fucking creepy.”

“Yeah, that doesn’t sound fun at all. I do have to ask, are you sure you weren’t on anything?”

“Charise, you know I don’t dabble with those types of things.”

“I don’t know; that whole story felt like a whole trip, even to me!” The two laughed together as they got up and lay on the creaky, springboard mattress. Eventually, the room fell silent as the two objects lay next to each other to simply enjoy the other's presence. Charise would look over to Taylor every now and again before darting her eyes back to a different part of the small apartment when the magazine tried to look back.

“Do you need something, dear?” Taylor asked as the quick glances became more obvious.

“Oh I just– I was wondering if I could–” Charise cut herself off and placed her palms over her face, “I was wondering if I could do the thing,” she peeked through her hands to see a stupefied Taylor looking back. “Sorry, it’s okay if you don’t want to. You just came back. I just thought since it cheers both of us up that–” Taylor placed a finger on Charise’s mouth.

“Yes, Char. You can do the thing,” it would be nice. After spending two days on a weird mystery planet, doing something with Charise felt like the best way to forget about it all. “Just try not to wake anybody UP–” Taylor was abruptly cut off by nimble fingers bouncing around her pages.

“Ha! Tickle monster has got you now! God your smile is adorable,” the stocking teases as she continues to fiddle with Taylor’s sides. The poor girl was giggling like crazy; she didn’t want to wake any of the neighbors up.

“Chahahar you bihihtch!” Taylor cursed between frantic giggles. Charise gasped in offense.

“How dare you use that language around me! This calls for drastic measures.”

“Waihihit ChAAHHAR–” Charise’s hands had gone to where Taylor’s hips would be, softly kneading at the spot. Taylor couldn’t keep quiet anymore, so she’d apologize to her neighbors later. “HEHEY NOOHOHO FAIHIR!”

“Yes fair, Tay-tay. Say sorry, and then I’ll let you go,” teased Charise as she knew what the answer would be.

“NEHEHEVER!”

“Oh well. I guess I’ll have to pull out my secret weapon,” just as fast as she had declared, Charise began to scribble her fingers all over Taylor’s stomach. Of course, this resulted in Taylor snort laughing. “There it is! There’s the real laugh of my beautiful golden girl.”

“SHUUHUHUT OKAY I’M SOHORY,” Taylor shrieked between snorts and laughter. The stocking slowed down her pace before eventually stopping her attack. For now. As one final blow, Charise took in a deep breath and laid a raspberry in the middle of Taylor’s stomach. Letting out her last few laughs, Taylor hugged herself and rolled around the bed. Residue giggles escaped Taylor as Charise cuddled up next to the tuckered out girl.

“Never vanish out of thin air again, alright? You made me worried sick.”

“I won’t make any promises,” Taylor shook her fist in the dusty air seemingly directed at a certain someone. The couple giggled a final time before drifting off to sleep.

[ladynighthaunter]

Kaldor Primus

Hive Gidion.

The Night Lords where like a wolf amoung sheep when it came to the traitor PDF, better armed and armoured, the killed with no remorse, these rats had turned their back on the Emperor, they had broke their oaths.... This was judgment, pure and simple.

What was not so simple was the Sons of Horus, they where fighting wrong. Instead of defeating spear heads, they where ambushing, trapping, fading in and out, coordinated fall backs and covering fire, almost refusing to fight face to face.

Konrad ground her teeth as she stalked through a silent building, these tactics.... She knew them, but she needed to be sure... She silently approached one of the Sons of Horus's chock points, moving through the buildings on the side of the street until she saw it, crouched in the shadows, sniper rifle ready, one of the Sons.

She lept on them, bearing them to the ground, Mercy slashing easily at their spine, crippling them as she rolled them over, they tried to pull a grenade but a swipe if her power claws sent the hand and munition bouncing into the corner as she ripped the helmet free, her suspicion correct.

Staring back at her, taned skin, sea blue eyes and a stock of white hair, she was so like her gene sire, Alpha Legion.

Konrad rested her knee on the marines chest. "What does the serpent want with this system?" She growled.

The Alpha Legionary laughed through bloody teeth. "We baited this trap for the avenging children, but instead caught the twice traitor."

Konrad stood and hauled the legionary up, slamming them into a wall. "What trap?" She barked.

The Alpha Legionary just smiled. "When you find out, it will be too late."

Konrad called an apocathery on to her position to take he Alpha Legionary prisoner..... This trap sat ill with her....

[late-to-the-fandom]

Chapter 1: Orgrimmar

In which Prince Renathal leaves the Shadowlands. Rated G. Read on Ao3 here.

The heat was oppressive. It hung thick in the air, clinging miserably to the skin of all races. It forced itself down throats and suffocated, and anyone standing still too long was liable to drown.

Not that anything in this city understood the concept of stillness. A heavy canopy of reddish dust, like filthy anima, drifted eternally, kicked up by the bustling bodies: beings of every size, from Stoneborn to Dredgers, trampling every which way at every speed; a heedless, directionless, seething mass. And the cacophony they created, a grating symphony of talk and laughter and grumbling, the yelling of merchants, the creak and groan of wheels, the beating of wings above and the hooves and paws and claws and shrieks and growls and pants of all the creatures below; and in the distance the clash of iron, the war cries of soldiers at spar.

The most attuned of ears would have trouble picking out their own name amid the ungovernable clamour. The sharpest of eyes would falter under the merciless sun searing every surface. And even the least perceptive of olfactory senses would quail under the congealed amalgamation of odours; food indistinguishable from bodies and the raw, burnt buildings that formed the Horde capital of Orgrimmar.

The Dark Prince of Revendreth felt sick.

He had existed longer than the earth beneath his boots, and never had he felt so utterly wrong. Everything his overwrought senses valiantly attempted to communicate to his brain was outborn and invasive. It was all his strangely heavy body could do to stand stock still and hope to survive the onslaught, of oncoming persons and endless perceptions.

"Renathal?" The former Maw Walker's voice was a cool balm on his fevered brow, her hand on his arm a welcome anchor. “Come, let's get you out of the light and heat.”

She tugged firmly, and Renathal closed his eyes and followed in blind surrender.

When next he felt capable of opening them, he found Elisewin sitting across from him, smiling over the rim of a rough-hewn tankard. A second one, filled with some pale, frothy liquid, waited on the low, plank table in front of him, but Renathal did not feel quite up to drink. He was sitting as well, he realised, on a too-small barrel in a room that reeked of wet straw and bitter alcohol and charred meat, and buzzed with the steady rumble of discordant conversations, but was blessedly, blissfully dark.

After several, nearly necessary breaths through his nose, Renathal was aware of a small, insistent pressure on his arm just above his wrist. He looked down. Elisewin’s thumb was kneading firm circles in between the tendons.

“What are you doing?”

His voice was hoarse, but steady. Elisewin continued her deliberate movement as she answered.

“My first time in Orgrimmar, I was here about twenty minutes before I was violently sick behind this very inn,” she said conversationally. “I have no idea how your digestive system is likely to hold up. Or how any part of you will react to being on the mortal plane. But there’s a point somewhere about here that’s supposed to help soothe nausea when stimulated. Although...” She flashed him a more mischievous smile. “If you do feel the urge, just say the word and I know a decent barrel out back.”

Renathal tried to imagine the unflappable Maw Walker being violently ill. He could not quite picture it, but it went a long way to making him feel less self-conscious. Enough to risk lifting his gaze and letting bleary eyes wander the circular room. It was decently crowded, both with races he recognised and some he was sure he had never seen, but not one spared even a half-glance in his direction. It both relieved and rankled the Dark Prince for his weak state to be so summarily ignored.

"I suppose," he remarked sagely, "being here any length of time, one must become accustomed to odd persons and strange sights."

"Darling," Elisewin said with a gentle laugh. "You're not even close to a strange sight here."

Renathal raised a weak eyebrow at her.

"Royalty from other realms of reality often visit Orgimmar?"

"Yes," she said simply, her smile frank but not cruel. "Maybe not of your eternal stature, but the people here have seen too much of other realms of reality to be immediately impressed by anything. It's nothing personal. You just look like another hero. Here."

Before Renathal could decide whether he was up to being offended, Elisewin bent down and fished something from her capacious bag. She unfolded its thin wire arms, leaned across the table and slid it up Renathal's nose, hooking it over his ears. He stared flatly at her through the two panes of tinted blue glass. Her smile was unrepentant.

"They'll help with the sun. Which I'm afraid is a permanent problem." Elisewin produced a second pair, these tinted a dark shade of pink, and positioned them on her own face. "Few places are blessed with a civilized twilight. Suns of various strengths will insist on shining pretty much wherever we go. As for the noises and the smells, well, there are spells that can help muffle them but, honestly, the best course is to just get used to it as fast as you can. We won't have the luxury of suppressing everything that makes us uncomfortable all the time. Assuming..."

She eyed him over the top of the glasses.

"You're still up for this?"

There was no trace of judgment or reproach in the question. Renathal knew he was entirely free to change his mind. He could tell her this had been a bad idea, an unsuccessful experiment, and she would return them to Oribos and from there to Revendreth, back to his home and friends, the comfortable people and familiar places he had known for eternity. But...

He took another, longer look around the intriguingly rustic room as he lifted the tankard and sipped, savouring the unfamiliar flavours of both. Maybe it was the glasses, or the weak alcohol, or his overwrought senses catching up with him at last, but Renathal could feel that restless anticipation swirl within him; something part nerves and part excitement, a feeling he had grown used to during his rebellion and had, strange as it seemed, actually begun to miss. The thrill of looking ahead toward something new and unknown; more than a little dangerous, but, perhaps this time, less emotionally harrowing.

"Entirely," answered Renathal at last, pleased to hear his voice come out confident.

He lifted the tankard again, this time drinking it down to its dregs in several long gulps. He replaced it on the table, loud enough to be considered a slam. In Revendreth, that is. Here, not one patron glanced his way. Anonymity. Another new experience to add to his collection.

"And I do believe we have wasted quite enough time," he continued. "Where do we meet this Ebyssian?"

Renathal glanced at his former Maw Walker over his glasses, giving her his most charming, sharp-edged smile. She leaned across the table and kissed it soundly.

[the-firebird69]

This guy Trump is very mentally ill and we need him and his idiotic wife out of the way when is back again saying stupid things don't lose a five-year-old child I can see through the window and all this hug you s*** he's in a TV program saying he's getting to you now son says he went from 70% to less than 20% of the world's wealth to snicker and sneer beating up alone child. You said you were consummate in retard you have no skills you are addicted to being mean to people you think of me to and he's just doing thinking others won't do stuff because you're very very stupid and the effect is as easy as one to one cause and effect every single time and you will be a stupid turd floating down the river waiting to fall apart pretty soon Evan can see it but everyone can see it by your stupid f****** clan in you for your piece of garbage so when can sneer and laugh and has access to your incomplete systems and shifts to not yours I mean what the f*** is wrong with your pal you're not a little trade your turd nobody knows who you are will they tell you what stocks to bet on really who cares with all these spies watching you so you just a****** show try and prove something I'm going to end up disproving it by doing them people end up killing you cuz you want to sit down one person and say stupid f****** s*** he wanted to get a f****** life and moron. You say you're doing it now and he says this listen here doing this dumb s*** you're constantly telling us what the code is going at it with us cuz why don't you back off and I'll show you what I can do wow okay Garth. Now this guy is a huge a****** cuz when you're continuing with your asinine routine we are taking you apart because you're so goddamn stupid that your fat asses in the way of anybody that's competent and you're going to know that you religiously pork your entire realm based on a Lucky strike with never happens the odds are going lower and lower even if you're as fast as f****** looking at buddy aiming you so about me like a f****** pork and f****** homo so his son says that and it is staying outside trying to say stuff we can't all be AI gurus at the same time now son says you can't program your day and what you're going to do during the day how can you program a computer to what Dave did if he has any more and why don't we do a study to see if it's taken over or not instead she know you f****** two piss up your f****** useless ass. You're the computer guys right do the study come up with the answer that's not a study your engine conjecture based on your own f****** stupid soap opera has so many dumb comments and stupid f****** skits and gum asinine routines that don't mean s***that makes sense you a****** skits and the dumb things are doing I'll probably subroutines made up by Dave

That got him going I'm just trying to looking at it so you're not stupid cuz you can't understand what I'm saying I'm going to follow in this footsteps who the f*** would do that when he goes oh yeah then you said this it's a way to do stuff they've been doing it for a while but Dave's been doing it for a while too but he plans out what he's doing and he playing this robot stuff from thousands of years ago I know it how come you don't I can hear him talking about it back then I can see some of his stuff linearly programmed robots like with those music sheets they're very evil and he said this is impossible that's really weird and he's seen some of it so try and do the analysis tell me if the max have it otherwise tell yourself or what good are you you're just oblithering pile of one of these who don't even have any kind of program like that wasn't even them in the grave you're horrible okay well I said that cuz I was lying and he says this this guy is kind of right we grabbed Tommy have computers so you're sitting there like blinking and winking at me and all this gay s*** cuz you're a smart ass so you're saying you took his stuff then you took Dave's stuff that makes sense and I already set that out so you can suck on it as a pulling the trigger to make sure they're not wrong but it's only part of the show they could have already taken over the computers and the ships it doesn't even matter because basically you have to use the same method and have the same Force there that they do with or without embeds which would only help for a couple minutes if that or it could go completely the wrong way odds are they would never even use them because they might not have a tea activated program because he knows about programming so who the f*** are you but really really stupid people Trump

He told Lily and another girl and he thinks they get into an accident and they tried to blame Trump and I'll tell you what this is what it is these people don't know what they're talking about they don't know computers they do not know how things work for the most part even the basics and they're telling themselves as professionals while all this may have gone on already and nobody else proof one way or the other and it's going to be a misery thing with these idiots

Thor Freya

Olympus

And he said to them with closing I sit here and I know it what's the point of telling you and he got really mad and I said you know what they're probably isn't a point I said no there isn't the point is it doesn't matter if Dave has him is still or if Dave's gone or Dave has gone in the beginning what matters is what the empire is doing you know what they've acquired they have the canopy caverns they have huge caverns above a giant diamonds that are nowhere near as big they have their own Stone chips and probably took half of George's or more they are at the door of the clones with huge armies even though the foreigners are at them you seem to be pumping out people and he got embarrassed and we said this you shouldn't be harassing him to death because you're an incompetent f****** a****** and you're not the hero he knew about the whole time and you're in his face and he couldn't get it out we told him that and it sat down and said what do I have to do here hang yourself shoot yourself burn yourself now you can still do something other than be a huge a****** now I mean you look ridiculous I have the empire so does every other person on Earth when they end up bowing to them and it's horrible and the foreigners are going to have to buy occasionally and it's going to be horrible but you guys react in a way that damages the rebellion lots of times and he got sick a little inside and said it's kind of awful we keep doing it they can't help it people are mad at us and of course didn't get ripped off that much and it kind of worked and it is working so he said what you're saying is I need to understand that the events aren't that important that's right and what's important is where they are yes they're right at the media computers and the gigantic comet empire ships that you're wanted to shame same I mean one in the same. He decided to write it down the comet empire ships have the mega computers the empire is at them has been there for almost 5 years and we could be screwed with respects to Giant lasers and massive computers which can calculate how to hit very accurately but they can engineer and he wrote that down and he said what they have here is a formula so yeah they have massive ground beef lasers here and they're going for the most powerful again and they have the biggest fleet and they're riding everybody else and the scale is tipping towards them being right about saying that everybody sucks here so you read it all down and you put it like some kind of diagram and other people have to be involved with a parallel at least and then they're gaining one the small ship idea and the swarm concept in those tunnels it's ideal big ships are sitting dogs they can never the ducks they can never start up fast and there's not enough room for them to maneuver and you have to watch out for a large laser and then comes the donuts this assholes talking about this mental possible s*** had to even runny it as some sort of familiar yeah the donut can go in there and you can fire from distance and he said this this is going to rule and might be why is take the ship and you're after the one up on Titan and he says oh that might be there yeah it's like the straight piece that goes in the middle on the edge at this point that makes sense and it creates like a particle accelerator so he got excited and said there's several things we need and they're coming up with a plan and it worked and said even though you're going to be belligerent everybody has to try and fight this at one point or another but I tell you what I'm tired exhausted everyone's giving me poor and snickering and bothering me when I'm doing it's not funny at all and it's still sitting there bothering you and thinks he's getting stuff by threats that's like how much trouble will you get in with this and he looks at says probably a lot more than I am and that's what's going on they're going after him and they're going after people like him

Thor Freya

Olympus

Hera Zues

This is a very important post so I'm going to ask ours to list your names after nuata Ariana and we will later you're real and goddess wife and everybody will later me

[muskaandentals]

How a Best Dentist in Gurgaon can Help you with Bad Breath

Bad breath is a serious problem. It affects a person's image as well as dent their self-esteem too. And if you are in a corporate job, it can obstruct your professional growth too. People maintain distance from such people. They won't tell you personally, but you can be a laughing stock in their circles.

So, you are also facing the issue of bad breath. Then, this blog is for you.  Let’s understand the causes of bad breath. Also explore how your visit to any best dental clinic can be your ultimate savior.

Cause of Bad Breath

Poor Oral Hygiene

Not brushing and flossing regularly leads to food particles remaining in your mouth, promoting bacterial growth between teeth, around the gums, and on the tongue. This can cause bad breath.

Specific Food Items

Certain foods, such as garlic, onions, and some spices, can contribute to bad breath. After these foods are digested, their breakdown products are carried in the blood to the lungs, affecting the breath.

Tobacco Products

Smoking or chewing tobacco-based products can cause bad breath, stained teeth, reduce one's ability to taste foods, and irritate the gums.

Dry Mouth

Saliva helps cleanse the mouth, removing particles that cause bad odors. A condition called xerostomia or dry mouth is also a reason of bad breath. As the saliva production decreases, mouth starts stinking.

Dental Issues

Gum disease, cavities, and ill-fitting dental appliances can harbor bacteria leading to bad breath.

Medications

Some medications can indirectly produce bad breath by contributing to dry mouth. Others can be broken down in the body to release chemicals that can be carried on your breath.

Infections in the Mouth

Surgical wounds after oral surgery, tooth decay, gum disease, or mouth sores can cause halitosis.

Other Mouth, Nose and Throat Conditions

Bad breath can occasionally happen due to tonsil stones. These stones are covered with bacteria that produce odor. Infections or chronic inflammation in the nose, sinuses or throat can also contribute to bad breath.

Chronic Conditions

Chronic conditions such as diabetes, liver or kidney disease, and gastrointestinal disturbances can contribute to bad breath. In such cases, the bad breath is a symptom of the underlying condition.

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Regular Check-Ups

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[meat-wentz]

i want to express literally how conscious of themselves fall out boy are, that they have always always always understood where they landed in both the scene and the mainstream, that they always understood no matter how vulnerable, how earnest, how much integrity they had that they would be misinterpreted, demeaned, degraded, exploited, and misunderstood. and not only by the popular culture that surrounded them but by their own friends by their own scene by their own fans. and they still used their music to speak about a culture that required we tear ourselves apart to be recognized, to speak about american politics and systems of injustice, to speak about mental illness openly and painfully, to tear into a culture that wants to see you fail that wants to see you disappear that wants to make a spectacle of your suffering. they were laughing stocks, as patrick described “we were rotten vegetable targets in clandestine hoods.” pete often spoke of being a spectacle first and a musician never, that any action he took, any behavior he displayed was blown up, blown out, used as evidence, twisted and split to be used a tool for his own destruction. they sold a sweater that declared “you love to hate us, you hate that you love us,” they sold a shirt declaring themselves “$ell out boy,” they have always been fully aware of their place as artists and they used it as ammunition, they used that position to be as vulnerable and honest and critical as they could be. and to me they’re one of the most impressive bands not only lyrically and thematically and artistically but because of their grit because of their heart, that fall out boy continued despite it all.

[kindnessisweakness2]

Perfect Chaos - Part 8

Pulling up to the cabin shocked Ez and Angel instantly. It was fucking huge and not what they were expecting at all. The modern building stood tall in front of acres of green woodland. On the left side of the building there was a large lake with a small dock. A large garden area overlooked the beautiful view, with large sofas and a fire pit. Riley slid off of Angels bike and took her helmet off as she made her way towards the keypad. Quickly typing in the numbers, she stepped back as the large black gates opened and waved at Coco to drive through. "This isn't like any cabin I've ever been to." Ez smiled at Riley as she met them by the front door. Smiling wide at him, Riley finally felt safe with the gates closed behind her. This was her dad's cabin and his security system was second to none. She always used to joke that he was preparing for the purge to come true. "Lets go in through the garage. You can put your bikes inside." Leading them towards the right side of the house, she stopped outside a large grey rolling door. Entering another code the door started to lift and the 3 boys eyes widened like kids in a candy store. The garage was huge with various tools lining the walls. But the best bit was the 3 vintage Harley Davidson Motorcycles parked in the corner. Instantly the lads made their way over and admired the bikes. "You ride?" Coco questioned Riley. Shaking her head she laughed. "No. They were my dad's. I promised I'd never get rid of them. This cabin was my dad's. He left it to me when he died. I can't bring myself to get rid of his things." Quickly changing the subject, she headed towards the door that lead into the kitchen of the cabin. “Lina, I’ll leave you to show the boys their rooms. The usual rules. Dads old room and office is out of bounds. Help yourself to anything, the fridge will be stocked and your beds made up. Maria and the kids only left last night, she was kind enough to set everything up for me.” Lina furrowed her brows in confusion as she took a step towards her best friend. “Wait, your not gonna stay with us? We can have drinks by the lake like we used to.” Lina’s hopeful look quickly faded to disappointment as Riley shook her head. “Sorry. I really wasnt kidding about all the work i have to do. Ill be in my room if anyone needs me!” And with that she disappeared through the kitchen and down the hall. Letting out a loud sigh, Lina turned to the boys. “Come on. Ill give you the tour.” 

3 Hours later and Riley was still locked away in her room. Angel was clearly restless. Everyone could see it on his face as they sat around the fire pit with drinks in hand. His beer had now gone warm and the label had been obsessively picked off. “If you want her that bad just go to her.” Ez grinned as Angel rolled his eyes. “Yeah, your brothers right. Shes not even eaten yet. She gets lost in her work you know.” Lina smiled at Angel trying to encourage him to pull her best friend out of work mode. “What is she even working on in there?” Coco questioned. Lina rolled her eyes shook her head. “You really never listen to me do you?” Coco grinned at his frustrated woman “I do. Just every time you move your perfect lips i think of something else.” Lina couldnt help but smile. Half lovely, Half pervy. Definitley a Coco comment. Turning to the others she couldnt wipe the smile from her face. “ So you know she’s a doctor? Well shes running her own private practice giving people free health care. Anyone who cant pay their medical bills she helps them. She sees other people too, the ones who can afford to pay do and the ones who struggle, she takes care of it. She’s finally got a meeting with the Mayor next week to petition the local council to give her funding to help the people of Santo Padre. She’s trying to show them that people dont have to die or struggle for their health. That there is a way to help them.” Angel’s chest filled with pride at his woman. She was so clever. So caring. “But she does too much and she doesnt know until too late.” Pride quickly moved to worry as Angel leaned forward in his chair. Lina didnt even have to wait for his question before she quickly started to explain. “She never says no. Like currently shes got this whole free health care thing going on. But shes also agreed to write 2 Articles for the medical journal, One about cardiology and another about her recent research into Fetal Substance Syndrome and the effects during and post pregnancy. Then on top of that she has her normal shifts at the hospital, alongside seeing her appointments for the private clinc and shes even trying to sign herself up for a rotation on the pediatric ward because she wants to learn as much as she can. And when you add everything on with Jake, i really dont understand how she hasnt had a mental break down yet.” Ez widened his eyes at the revelation. “Fuck, thats alot. I dont think i could even handle that and ive got a great memory.” Angel shook his head and shushed his brother. “Why doesnt her family help? She said the other night shes a fuck up. What bullshit. Shes amazing.” Lina sighed and took a swig of her beer. “Its not that simple with her family. Shes the oldest sister. They put so much pressure on her to be perfect you dont understand. We grew up together i watched it all. The diets her mom used to force her on. The comparing to her sister constant. Being told shes never good enough. She wanted to sing. Shes fucking brilliant. Her mom put her down every chance she got so she followed her dad into medicine. Dont get me wrong shes fucking great at what she does, but her voice. fuck she couldve gone far. She writes too. Never sings her own songs anymore tho. its a shame.” Lina shook her head. “No the only one she was close to was her dad and he died of Cancer years ago. Riley cared for him till the end. God, ive never seen her so broken. She was so ill. I was so glad he left her this cabin tho. She spent every summer and every christmas here. Maria, the lady she mentioned earlier, she was another nurse who helped her care for her dad. Known her for years. She lets her and family stay here whenever they want. She see’s it as a way to say thank you for all her help. They have a great relationship and are still close now. Dinners, Cook outs, she even goes to Maria’s kids birthdays. Maria and the kids are like her only family left.” Leaning back in his chair, Angel looked to Ez. It was quiet for a minute as everyone digested the information. “No.” Angel broke the silence. “She has us. She has club. Fuck Jake. She’s my girl. Him hurting her ends here.” Standing up, Angel made his way into the cabin and headed straight to Riley’s room.

Knocking on the door, Angel knew he had to take care of her. Fuck he loved her more than anything. And he knew how stupid it probably sounded as they’ve not even been together long at all. Well if you can call their arrangement together that is, but he would lie down in the goddamn road infront of a bus before he would let anyone or anything hurt this girl again. When no response came from inside Angel opened the door and couldnt help the smile that spread across his face. There she was, lay on the bed on her stomach, headphones on typing away. Textbooks and paper surrounded her. In that moment Angel couldnt help but stand there and admire her. She really was perfect. An oversized T-shirt barely fell to the tops of her thighs and her bright fluffy socks bunched around her ankles. The feeling of being watched made her panic and fling her headphones off sitting up. Relief washed over her instantly as she saw who it was. Smiling at him as she sat back on the bed, Riley gathered her papers up into a pile. “Sorry its a mess in here. Do you need something?” She asked as she moved from the bed to place her papers and books in a neat pile on her desk. Stepping further into the room, Angel wrapped his arms around her from behind gently. “I need you to take care of yourself. You haven’t came out of the room since we got here. Come eat?” Riley stayed quiet as her head fell back onto Angel’s shoulder. She didnt know how he did it but he calmed the noise in her head. Made her feel safe. Made her feel like she could finally take a propper breath. “I’m ok.” Angel placed a kiss on her neck. The view of the red marks making anger rise in his chest again. He’ll kill Jake when he gets his hands on him. Thats something he will promise. “You dont have to pretend with me.” He spoke quietly as he pressed a kiss to her neck again. “Don’t go back to him.” He kissed the shell of her ear as he almost begged her. “Please. I cant stand the thought of him hurting you again. You can stay with me. Ill protect you, baby.” Riley turned in his arms and lifted her head to look up at the man who wormed his way into her heart so quickly. She knew he would protect her, but her reluctance to agree came from her wanting to protect him. She knew what Jake was capable of and she would never let Angel get hurt because of her. But as she looked at him she knew she had no choice. 

She was going to have to tell him everything. It was the only way to protect him. 

[allisie]

hiii before i ask i just wanted to say i love ur work sm <333 is there anyway you could write a fic where tom is sick and the reader has to take care of him? take care!!

The sick Riddle

Tom riddle x reader

NB// Another installment in the tom riddle series we got going on.

Tom was never good at acknowledging things that didn't affect him personally, and that continued on into our relationship. With the help of whiskey and a significant with a kinda shitty immune system, Tom got accustom quickly.

Instead of ignoring signs of an upcoming illnesses, he began to pick up on then more than I did. After a particularly long and grueling illness, I watched as Tom got sick. Working himself until he was bed ridden. For the fist time in his life tim felt what it was like to be the patient in the bed.

"Is this what hell is like, being bed ridden and feeling as my skin is being heated inside out. Oh, god the pain," Tom monologed as he stared at the ceiling, his hand draped dramatically over the pillows," bind my wrist and feet together, throw me in the ocean and watch it boil a million times over."

Standing in the hallway, I stared at the tired slytherin. That layed on top of the seemingly endless pillows and banklets. His hair stock to his forehead.

"Tom you are being so dramatic its not that bad baby, it's only gonna be a few days of you resting. Then your back to normal."

"Emmery is gonna forget my face, she is gonna grow up without a father, the cruel twist of fate. Tarnishes this houses name for another generation." Tom continued with out a hitch, ignoring what ever I said. Not missing an opportunity to add a few fake sniffles to his performance.

"Do you want me to get her for you." I offer pointing to the cracked door behind me.

Turning his head to look at me, tom drops his dramatics and states with a monotone voice, "You wake that tiny demon up we are gonna have problems. You can get me a glass of kisses instead."

"Sorry no. If I do this will be a never ending cycle,"

"I am okay with that, just another thing for us to share in our life together," Tom persists, leaning himself against the bed frame, a lazy smile on his face. His hands doing a small grabbing motion. Walking over to his side, I wrap my hands around his neck and hugging him. Wrapping his arms around my waist, Tom turns his body pulling me down with him.

"Yeah no," I say letting out a laugh at Tom's pout.

"I never denied you when you were sick," Tom counteracts.

"Thats because we thought you didn't get sick,"

"I don't this is a temporary thing. Once in a lifetime. All I want is a kiss, please. You love me don't you,"

"Of course I love you. I couldn't love someone else even if I tried. But your sick,"

"Oh, come on,"

Tom riddle Masterlist

Sorry if it wasn't what you wanted, I tried its been a while.

[soupgoose]

“Captain’s Log” Monologue for Theater Final

Okay so... I may or may not have written my theater final project about ISWM... In my defense, I’ve got pretty serious brain rot about Space and I could not bring myself to write about anything else. Also in my defense, people liked it so it worked out in the end... and like 2 of them recognized the totally subtle references to ISWM but thats besides the point. I’m working on a few fics at the moment and felt it couldn’t hurt to share this as a place holder. 

Not a fic, just how I think one of my characters would react to the situation. ISWM stuff so *Spoiler Warning*??? I guess?

Happy reading! 

-Soup

“Captain’s Log: 

Designation: CJ-11-205

Personnel Rank: Captain of the INV2 spacecraft

Mission parameters: to accompany 100000+ colonists across space to begin the first colony outside of Earth’s system. 

Methods utilized: warp travel. 

The ship's condition is critical. 

Narrative Report: I emerged from stasis to perform routine maintenance checks, scheduled every 12 to 16 weeks, and I have found that I am the only one aboard the INV2. I have searched for my crew, who all should have woken up around the same time as myself, and I have found absolutely no one. All stasis chambers are empty and even cryo-storage for the colonists is vacant. 

There seem to be no signs of struggle or of anyone abandoning ship. The emergency exit bay is stocked, and not one shuttle is out of place. Every person who boarded this ship, other than myself, has vanished. [cough]

It’s been, approximately, 4 days since the ship's power crashed. And 6 days since the warp engine failed. The INV2, despite it being the most technologically advanced and most carefully constructed ship in its armada, is just drifting in space, there's no way to pilot or repair it, and with comms. down there's no way to call for help.

[Laughs, coughs] This log is pointless, but if anyone hears this, which I doubt, my name is Captain Juniper. I am. No, I was the top graduate from the world's most prestigious training facility, and I had been in command of over 100 missions preceding this one.

 [Cough and deep breath] I was the top pick for leading the first colony outside of the earth system. A journey beyond our wildest desires and further beyond our greatest expectations. 

I don’t know where we went wrong, so many precautions and measures were taken to make certain that we’d make it to our destination. I guess none of those accounted for the personal vanishing. 

( Beat )

I can’t explain it, not one of my training scenarios prepared me for this. None of my experience could have prepared me for this, and I’ve dealt with hull breaches, engines exploding, rapid-spread illness, mutiny! And I can’t. I mean, maybe something happened with the warp? It’s a risky method of travel, and we aren’t fully certain of how it works but… (sigh) It's not like it matters. Even if I could rationalize it and then reboot the ship's systems, make the proper repairs, and somehow find somewhere to navigate to, what would it matter. It’d take me years to do all of that on my own… [Coughing becomes violent, sits against the floor looking out.]

I think life support failed earlier today. Probably running out of oxygen.[weak laugh] You’d think I’d be more afraid of the end. But I’m not. My family was aboard, my friends, coworkers, everyone I loved was here. Now that they're gone, I have nothing left to lose. I’ve failed them, they trusted me and I failed them.

[beat, sigh]

It’s so quiet. Without the rumbling of mechanical parts, the ship is completely silent. There used to be warning alarms, but even those died out a few days ago. 

[light laugh, pause] You know I find it funny, I used to like the silence, now I’m desperately trying to fill it. 

[a beat, look out towards audience/space]

What a view…[cough, breathing deeply]

Looking at it now, it feels like I’m seeing it truly for the first time. In all of its glory. It’s haunting beauty. Both the definition of nothing and everything, all at once. You know, after all of those missions, you’d think I’d get used to it, tired of it. [Cough] Well, at least the last thing I see is what I so desperately wanted to be surrounded by when I was young. I put all of my efforts into earning this position. I wonder, if I went back in time and told the kid who poured their everything into getting up here that they’d eventually never come back down, I wonder, would I still have taken that chance? Probably. 

[laughs] They always said I was stubborn. 

[Violent Cough]

Before I shut this thing off… If anyone does hear this, however far into the future, that may be, could you… 

There's a list of the people who boarded the INV2, and if you could take their names and make a memorial for them, that would be…great. They need to be remembered. 

End of Log.”

[loremonster]

That awkward moment when the majority of your morning is spent jumping between the various platforms you use blocking bots

This is what happens when the only thing you care about is eyeballs and clicks, where attention is now the thing being sold

We hit late stage capitalism when they invented the stock market, and ideas started to be the thing that was bought and sold. Vibes were the thing that was bought and sold, a stock is a BET- it goes up, you win! It goes down, better luck next time!

It wasn't good enough just for people to work together to get their needs, they had to make a game out of it because their needs were already so fucking well met that seemed like a good idea

Doesn't matter if people are in the gutter, working three jobs and dying for scraps

If you want to keep playing the game, there needs to be losers. That's how you know you're winning

If there wasn't anybody in the gutter, how would you know that you're better than them???

An advertising is all about pervasiveness, keeping yourself in somebody's head, constantly projecting this perfect glorious image where the product solves all your problems and helps you reach all of your goals

So it is in the interest of capitalism to constantly make us all feel like we cannot meet our goals on our own, not without some kind of product, not without some kind of service!

The idea of the nuclear family leans into this, the idea that adults should get all of their emotional and physical needs fulfilled by one other human being who is somehow supposed to manage both them and themselves and several small ones who are working on becoming fully fledged human beings in their own right

It is demanding perfection on the minimum of resources, and laughing at you when you fail before advertising a nice organizational app that'll help you keep track of the whole family

It's demanding health when all the cheapest foods are the ones that are worst for you, and then advertising fucking noom which tells you it's all your fault for still being conditioned to finish your plate

It is demanding that we always perform well even when we don't have what we need, and pretend it's okay when it's not

I saw this shit when I was small and started calling it out, and my family has kind of always hated me for it. I'm considered the family drama monger, who can't leave shit alone

Took me till I was 30 to realize that I was the fly in my white conservative parents ointment, because they can't sooth themselves of the ills of late stage capitalism so long as their disabled kid is pointing at the system and going 'this is fucked and I am suffering'

If you're that person in your family, please start shouting at your parents. Don't take it silently. They are the one audience who can't just shut you off-- and if they do? They know exactly why you're not talking anymore

No more fucking guesswork and hiding in the back

FUCKING SCREAM AT SOMEONE TODAY. I DARE YOU

[cyborg-franky]

Fitting

@donivanessdoodles and me did a trade and they did an awesome piece of art for me! I also enjoyed writing for their OC she's so fun. I really hope you like this!

Buggy x OC

SFW

Word Count: 2,641

There was no need for a morning alarm because the screeching from the across the deck was enough to wake her, she sighed, rubbing her eyes and noticing the bed was already empty, a warm smile made it’s way to her face, she knew Buggy left her sleep in despite how much work there was to be done, always gave her certain privileges, of course she never took them, other than the extra hour in bed that is.

She groaned sitting up, the pain in her shoulder was going to cause her issues today, she knew it already, the air outside was thick with Autumn temperatures, the childhood injury tended to act up more in colder weather, the ache thrumming through her system she managed to pull herself out of bed.

The sound of her captain, her partner, yelling across the deck wasn’t the best sound to wake up to and she was sure the crew were praying for her to come along and calm him down. Getting dressed she noticed a hole in one of the knee’s and furrowed her brows, it took every fibre of her being not to sit back down, pull out the mini sewing kit she kept in the bedside draws to patch it up.

Long pink hair swished behind her as she brushed out some of the knots and kinks from moving around in her sleep. There was a loud bang on the deck, she sighed, that was definitely her sign to join the crew for a day of fun.

Stepping outside she brought her hand to her eyebrows, shading her face from the sun and squinting into the distance to see what was going on. Buggy was stood there gesturing wildly to the cannon and tugging at the hair that fell either side of his hat when no one could answer his squawking.

���Oh no, did someone mention Shanks?” Canary asked looking between Alvida and Galdino. Alvida slapped her hand against her face, peering at the display between her fingers, shaking her head slowly, it was obvious the woman wasn’t in the mood to catch the other up.

“No, not this time” Galdino sighed and folded his arms over his chest “Someone used the wrong cannon ball during target practise and now he’s going ballistic because the good balls are so expensive”

Canary nodded, that explained the bang, he was firing off random shots into the ocean to demonstrate they didn’t grow on tree’s in doing so diminishing the stock and costing more money in the meantime. He was strange she thought, despite that she couldn’t help herself smile in amusement.

He was ill tempered, ridiculous, loud and often just a general chaotic mess of a human but gods did she love that mess. She walked over to where Buggy was stood, stamping his foot on the deck and spitting curses st the ex-Impel Down prisoners leaned back with their hands up in defence, scared of the man half their size who was dressed int bright colours.

“Buggy” She called, a sing song in her voice, fluttering long eyelashes at her captain.

His eyes widened and he paused mid shriek, his angry expression slipped off his face, replaced by a goofy grin, his cheeks started to turn pink but he noticed the eyes of his men on him, he puffed his chest out, offering her his arm, which she gladly took.

“Sorry you had to see the great Captain Buggy disciplining these ingrates” He huffed, still trying to remain intimating to his crew, but it was hard when he didn’t feel particularly tall compared to his girlfriend, her large pink hair making her look taller. He tiptoed to give himself a little more height, she laughed inwardly, she was reminded of a peacock in moments like these.

“I’m sure they learned their lesson captain, Cabaji can take it from here, I have something to show you” Canary’s tone was sweet, knowing just what to say and how to say it to calm the irrational man down.

Turning his rage into a simmer as he mumbled under his breath about how lucky the crew was to have him off their backs now. They gave the long-haired woman a look, a thankful expression that she waved off as she led Buggy back towards her own workshop.

“So, what was so important that you had to drag me from scolding those idiots” He mumbled as he took off his hat once in the room she proudly called her workshop. He threw it on one of the many tables before flopping on the large armchair, chin resting on his hand, waiting for her explanation.

Canary put her hands on her hips, eyeing him up, seeing he was still in a mood, he didn’t get over things quickly, she knew what his temper was like, and she also knew the things that changed it to a pleasant one.

“Guess who’s finished with your new outfit!” She chuckled when she saw Buggy’s expression change, his mood lifted instantly. He was a strange man she thought to herself as he sat up, watching her as she picked up a stack of bright clothes and accessories, they all seemed to be a mix of golds and a brilliant sapphire colour.

He didn’t have anything like that, not until now and he was excited he couldn’t wait to have a flashy new outfit, strut around the deck and show off to everyone else, show off how great he looked, he would be the envy of the crew and everyone who saw the great captain Buggy. He felt like a giddy child as he watched her walk across the room.

Piling all the items into her arms, taking the well-matched gold trinkets and accessories that she’d collected up during their travels, always thinking of those extra details, she was proud of this one, excited to see how he would react, once she was sure the pile was neatly balanced, she turned around, smiling as she headed to her captain.

She let out a pained sound, her arm twinging, stinging, she caught the stack in her arms before they all hit the floor, a rouge bracelet hit the ground, she bit her lip, Buggy’s eye twitched, the temper he always had bubbling under the surface could be unpredictable.

But he loved her, he knew what she had been through, wordlessly he detached one of his hands, it collected the bangle that had fallen, placing it on top of the stack one more, she didn’t miss how he tried to be subtle about his gloved hand brushing her shoulder, a small, simple gestures that out weight all the gold in the treasury to her.

The smile returned to her face as she walked over, setting the pile down on the table next to him, she lifted each piece, holding it with a flourish for his eyes. Buggy grinned, sitting on the edge of his seat, watching as she explained each piece, what she had done and why.

The clown would never admit to anyone, not a damn fucking soul how much he loved to hear her voice, how he basked in the joy of her smile, seeing her beautiful face light up as she talked him through her process. He didn’t understand the technical seamstress terms.

That didn’t matter, not when he understood that glowing smile. Buggy tried to push away his thoughts; he didn’t want to be soft after all. He simply nodded as she brushed the fur of the elegantly crafted blue coat.

All he could do was think back, the day he’d met his beautiful bird, it seemed like forever ago.

--

“What the hellll are you wearing?” Buggy snapped at Mohji when he walked back on the ship with such a swagger that Buggy wanted to through the smug prick over the fucking side of the ship. In his arms he clutched the fabric he’d been sent for, at least he did something right.

His duty was however not to come back, looking better then him, having nicer clothes, he seethed when other members of the crew rushed over, touching parts of the outfit and chattering about how great everything looked.

Buggy grit his teeth and stomped over to the white-haired man, grabbing him by the collar of his new top and shaking him. “Where did you get that outfit” He demanded, screeching in Mohji’s face, he started to shake him, the answers not falling from his mouth fast enough.

“I didn’t buy it if that’s what you care about!” He managed to get between being shaken by his captain. Buggy dropped him when he heard that.

“Free?”

“Free”

He narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the man, was he telling the truth? Knowing where his captains train of thought was going, he decided it was best to make this a less painful experience then it already had been. Mohji pulled out a town map from his pants pocket and tapped on the parchment paper a few times.

“A woman lives here, I just wanted to buy fabric for the sails, and she told me she didn’t want money she wanted to make this for me” He recoiled when Buggy’s attention suddenly snapped from the map, his face inches from Mohji’s his nose pressing against the others, an out of place honk could be heard.

“Free you say?” Buggy mumbled and stood back, rubbing his chin in thought, looking at where his crew mate had pointed on the map, he should pay this store a visit he mused.

Without telling his crew anything, he snatched the map from Mohji’s hands and headed towards the store, it was pretty, it fit in with the cute little island vibe, he shrugged his shoulders and kicked open the door, it swung, banging the wall and rattling some jars of buttons. Canary looked up and stared right at Buggy, she was hoping she’d see him, knowing his crew was on the island, she was itching to get to meet him.

Pink that matched her hair dusted her cheeks as the man she’d admired the wanted poster of came marching up to her table, he slammed his hands on the counter, maybe a little too hard because he made a muffled squeak, a tear pricking the corner of his eye but he tried to style it out, this woman was, wow, he was going to slap that bastard when he returned to the ship. He’d not mentioned how stunning this person was.

He was expecting some old hag he could just bully into something for free, he hadn’t expected this woman, he hated how he felt his cheeks heat up, any chance of intimidation had flown right out the window when his voice came out as a squawk.

“You should make me an outfit!” He coughed, he wasn’t making eye contact, he was glancing around the store, he focused on patterns, linins, silks, the selection of ribbons she had along the wall. Anything but her face. Anything but those beautiful eyes and long lashes that blinked at him confused.

“Ah you saw what I did for Mohji!” She clapped her hands together, standing up and grabbing a measuring tape, Buggy stared as she came around to his side, he felt himself trying to tip toe, she was only a little shorter than him and his pride wouldn’t allow that.

“Just like that?” Buggy wasn’t sure if she was up to something, did she like giving everything away? She unrolled the tape and snapped it tight, the sound making him flinch, her bright beaming smile put him at ease after the erupt sound.

“No” Canary said simply and started to take the pirate captains measurements despite his protests. He was made to stretch his arm out, then his legs, she wrapped her arms around his waist to take that measurements and oh, was it, was it hot in here? He tugged the collar of his shirt, stumbling over his words.

“No?”

“I’ll make you the best outfit you’ve ever seen, it’ll be flashier than anyone ones, warlords, yonko, all of them will be jealous of what I put you in” She saw how he stared at her, he licked his lip, the temptation of what she was peddling was now appealing to his vanity.

“What do you want in return?” He asked, deadpanned now, trying to play it cool, he could put on a poker face when it came to business, regardless of how beautiful she was, he was good at deals, he was good at being a pirate.

“I want to join your crew!”

“What?” He felt his voice turn into a high-pitched noise as he stared at her dumbfounded, she chuckled and took his hat from his head, letting his long blue hair pop free, messy pony tails framing his face, taking her same measuring tape and placing it around his head with care.

“I’ve always admired you; I remember hearing about your story as I grew up, how you were on the pirate kings ship? How you got closer to his treasure then anyone, how you can stand toe to toe with Red haired Shanks, all of it… I didn’t think the life of being pirate was for me but…” She paused; she could tell the ‘S’ word was a sour note.

“Looking at your wanted poster I’d think ‘wow, I wish, I wish I could be as flashy, as brave as him’” The tone in her voice, so soft, so honest, the genuine feelings behind her words, he could tell she wasn’t playing with him, she wasn’t messing around.

He did his best not to turn as red as his nose, turning around when she was briefly finished with what she was doing, he coughed into his hand, she was for real wasn’t she? His heart hammered; he felt his knees weaken.

“A new outfit and you’ll join my crew?”

“Yes”

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To have someone pack up their entire life to follow someone like him? He couldn’t believe it, he wouldn’t accept it. He’d laugh and joke it off, make a fool out of himself when those pretty eyes were focused on him.

She was also his voice of reason, kept him on a more stable path and out of everyone, he listened to her, he paid attention to her words, she was like the angel on his shoulder, always prompting him to make the right choice, the good decision.

Sometimes she indulged his silliness. But above all else, she was there by his side, even when his less then rational mind won out, when he’d fucked up, made a mistake. She’d gently place her hand on his, smiling softly.

His true treasure.

He blinked when Canary waved her hand in front of his face “What?” Buggy grumbled, feeling embarrassed that his mind had gone on a journey.

“I was talking about how this outfit will be the best I’ve ever made for you! Sort of … an anniversary outfit of sorts” She said, brushing back stray pink hair as she gestured for him to stand, nimble delicate fingers worked off his current coat, setting it aside.

“Anniversary?” Buggy asked, raising an eyebrow as Canary worked on the large fluffy blue coat, adjusting the collar, next was the hat, she perched it on his head with a smile. “You’ll have the model the entire thing for me later but right now, this will do.. you look so handsome captain”

“This was the day you joined the crew, wasn’t it?” Sometimes people forgot that the captain had a softer tone to his voice, how it was always saved for her, she nodded as she tugged him closer to her face “Happy anniversary captain” Kissing his nose she stood back, seeing him red and stumbling over his words.

“Ye..yeah happy anniversary”

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card technology and how LDS basically owns the market on not only real solid vision systems but also cards

this is gonna be a wordy post and i apologize in advance. ok first off i just wanna say i am probably the only person who thinks about this shit but i find world stuff and the like interesting to think about. call me obsessed, idc, ive watched arc v 5 times and i just really wanna share this.

it is canon that standard did not start with the other summoning methods, that they are relatively new. we arent ever told what cards are made out of specifically- but considering past shows and their connection to spirits we can assume they arent just simply cards. EX- gx and the crystal beast cards being made from actual gems.

for arc v, id say its the ‘energy signature’ of a card. reiji is shown to have technology that is able to read energy and also tell what kind of energy it is. He also uses a machine to copy pendulum monster cards and they are similar to the originals but not exactly the same. so either the ‘energy’ is the monster spirit itself, or its the magic nonsense that allows it to summon said spirit. either way- a card is not simple to make in the universe.

so that begs the question- how did LDS manage to get the other summoning methods?

well its shown that LDS actually has dimension hopping technology, though it seems rough and unfinished, i have no doubt reiji tried to use it again after his initial teleport to academia. whether he went there physically or not idk, but i theorize he was able to capture or hone in on the cards of those dimensions and copy them the same way he copied yuyas pendulum monsters.

except the LDS fusion/xyz/synchro cards are all weaker than the originals because he probably had limited data.

for fusion its easy to back this up since, anyone from standard who uses fusion doesnt actually use a regular ‘polymerization’ card- because reiji wasnt able to copy it one for one... (your probably thinking- what about kachidoki? well ill get back to that)

Even other characters like yuya, yuzu, and reiji himself are shown to not actually be able to use ‘polymerization’ more than once. standard users who have fusion monsters rely on other methods such as deck themed fusion cards, monster effects, or in the case of reiji: contract cards

this extends to the other methods too but in more subtle ways. hokuto is only able to xyz summon after changing his monsters levels, yaiba can only synchro summon using effects that treat monsters like tuners (both him and gon only have one tuner in their decks at the start) you could also argue that the fact they are missing ‘rank up’ cards or any support magic cards for synchro monsters as another way in which standard made xyz/synchro are weaker.

so- where the fuck am i going with this? well LDS is shown to be the only thing with access to these other cards. its not clear, but it looks like using the method can take a toll on the users body and i do not know if thats a matter of energy needed to summon a monster and having to train ones body or what but-

these cards are not easy to make, and there are limited copies in stock.

other summoning method cards are expensive to buy in standard. why am i saying this? well one- yu show duel school is shown to not have access to any, shuzo himself says hes never used the cards, and its possible that its because he cant afford it. none of the other schools in the tournament use other summoning methods. that is except...

kachidoki and his school.

not only that, but they also have a regular ‘polymerization’ card. your probably thinking this is where all this falls apart. but think about it- ryozanpaku is shown to be probably the second most popular and highest grossing duel school. its not a stretch to think they PAID LDS a hefty sum of money for their own stock of cards. and what did LDS give them? their first copies of the ‘polymerization’ cards. they are weaker but relatively work the same- but most of the students still rely on it AND monster effects.

but if thats the case- if these cards cost so much and only LDS has access to them... not only do they now own that market, theyve basically created a huge gap and money cap for players of the game in standard. people arent gonna wanna go to a duel school that does not have the means to teach them these other methods of play. standard summoning becomes a laughing stock- no one can win with just standard summoning! duel schools start going out of business because they simply lack students. LDS and only a FEW other schools remain and all of them focus on those methods- not standard summoning...

LDS has complete and total control of the market.

of course arc v doesnt show us if anywhere else in the standard dimension has this tech but if we’ve seen anything from reira- its quite likely japan is the most advanced in this field, as weapons and cards seem to go hand in hand because of their innate power to destroy... ANYWAYS

what does this mean for the game in standard? well if things kept going how they were its quite possible the level of entry into the game becomes so high that you have to be born with privilege to even have a chance at grabbing a spot and not being immediately kicked out.

but something more interesting- and the real like theory part i guess is... when something becomes too expensive to get- ppl start making knock offs. people start making fake cards, some of them work on the duel disk- others do not, but the older the card the easier to copy and cheat the duel disk code. suddenly theres a bunch of copies of strong ishijimas cards, or even yusho’s cards. (thats how the bully managed to make an exact replica of strong ishijimas deck)

theres just a group of people now who just dont even use duel disk and just play on mats- denounce the new summoning method and actively hate what the game has become- but its still seen as lesser... and still other methods cannot be copied.

theres no real end to this theory beyond the fact that this shit is kinda messed up and mirrors shit in our world to an eerie point but like... uh i hope you enjoyed this? i like thinking of the game duel monsters in the world of arc v instead of the normal ass card game that it is irl so-- uh yeah pls tell me what you think about this and add on to it if you have something to share! sorry for the long post--

[wannabe-fic-writer]

Natasha Romanoff x Reader : Prove Me Wrong

Summary: She can trust you, even if she doesn’t know it yet.

Warning: 18+ Mental Health, Mentions of Death, Mentions of Violence, Smut

Chapter 1

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It’s been two and a half hours. Your notepad and pen have been long since set aside and your tea is now cold, the little that’s left. You’ve tucked your legs underneath yourself, calves pressed against your butt, as a blanket rests on your bottom half.

Across from you the brunette boy hangs from the ceiling as he continues to talk.

“I didn’t even have time to think about how that must’ve made Aunt May feel. My teachers told her I went missing on the trip and she couldn’t contact me because I left my phone on the bus and even if I had it I was in space and I don’t think long distance calls cover the solar system I was in, which would’ve been cool if-”

“Pete.” You mess up your eyebrows as you run your fingers over them. The boy keeps going.“ Pete.” 

“- and even though she got dusted she-”

“Peter!” You exclaim, stopping his rant.

His head whips down as he looks at you, noticing the still sweet yet slightly tired expression on your face. With an apologetic smile, he eases himself down from the ceiling and flops on to couch.

“Sorry. You don’t want to hear all my problems.” Fingers wringing in his lap, he looks away from you.

You stand and walk over, placing a comforting hand on the boy’s shoulder,“ it’s my job to listen to your problems Pete. And I do want to hear them, just pause. Your time was up an hour ago.”

His demeanor changes with the physical contact from you. The sad, guilty, expression brightening, a smile left behind. 

You remove your hand and take a deep, settling, breath.

The chuckle you give makes him laugh,“ sorry, I just like having someone to listen.”

“I’m happy to listen and if I didn’t have other appointments I’d let you finish.”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it.” 

“If you can’t hold on then my last appointment ends at four, come see me after, if you want.”

He smiles and gives you a quick hug,“ thanks Y/n, your the best. And I can be a little patient I’ll wait till my next appointment.” 

“Okay, that’s fine.” Before he can leave the room you stop him,“ oh and Peter, try writing it all down. Sort of like an apology to May. It’s clear you feel guilty about worrying her. Whether you share it with her or not, putting it on paper might help.” 

Giving you a thumbs up, he leaves out.

After cleaning up his pop cans and chips, you grab your cold tea and leave your office.

It’s now been six months since you moved into the Avengers compound. Your old friend and occasional patient, Tony Stark, asked/recruited you to come lend a hand.

As a licensed therapist and superpowered empath, Tony figured you could help everyone move past, or at least come to terms with, everything that happened with Thanos, himself included. 

Once you agreed the man moved you into the compound and gave you an office space. 

You spent your first week here getting to know the team, none of them being overly excited about the new comer. Especially not one who later revealed herself to be their “therapist.”

But time helped, in most cases. Tony and Peter were the first to open up to you, both guys being talkative. The difference is Peter actually takes your suggestions and help while Tony simply tells you his problems and then compartmentalizes. 

Shortly after them was Sam Wilson. Aside from his relentless flirting and overly joking attitude, he’s very receptive to help and open about his emotions. Much like him is Steve. The blonde man had no problems relenting his feelings to you and taking your help in return, he just struggles with actually using said help.

Mister Clint Barton is probably the easiest person to help. There are a number of things he wasn’t “excited” to share and other things you barely had to ask about. He revealed that he talks to his wife Laura about certain topics but had yet to even address somethings with himself. 

Your biggest difficulties lie in the lives of Wanda Maximoff, James Barnes, and Natasha Romanoff.

Wanda, while trusting you as a friend, had not a single interest in sitting down to discuss her traumas. She’d lost too much and suffered to greatly to even begin to process it. Months in and the most she’s talked about is the death of her parents and very few happy moments with her brother.

James, or Bucky, was silent. He watched you, eyed every move you made and sized you up like you were a target. Seeing as he pegged you as someone who wouldn’t hurt a fly, he figured you had no ill intentions. To this day though, he struggles to open up. You mostly talk about his friendship with Steve.

And Natasha. You’d yet to even have a session with the mysterious red head. Your first week in she ignored you. Your second week she made it abundantly clear she didn’t want anything to do with your “therapy.” By the third week you barely saw her around the facility.

Still, you are far from giving up hope on anyone.

You find that you’ve made it all the way to the kitchen despite being lost in thought.

Wanda and Steve stand in front of the stove, the blonde man intently watching what the young girl is cooking, both oblivious or unbothered by your presence. 

Gaze flickering over to Sam sitting with Bucky at the counter, you smile.

“Ready for your appointment Sam?” 

He gives you a smile and winks,“ always.” 

The man waits for you to fix another cup of tea before following you to your office.

Sam wastes no time getting comfortable on the sofa, wrapping himself up in the Sherpa blanket you provide after he’s grabbed two bags of skittles and a pop from the fridge.

It didn’t take you long to figure out the snacks each member of the team prefers and in an attempt to make them more comfortable you stocked your office with the treats.

“Alright gorgeous, you’ve got me all to yourself, wassup?” He finishes with another wink and a smirk.

Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you set down your mug, and pull the notebook you use for him from your desk. 

“I thought we agreed you wouldn’t flirt with me in here?” 

He shrugs,“ what’s the fun in that?”

You smile at him, sitting in your chair and sipping your tea,“ when we’re in here and that door is closed it’s about you Sam, you aren’t helping yourself by disassociating.”

For a moment he looks away, popping a few skittles into his mouth. When your eyes connect again you know he’s ready to be serious.

“Did you do complete the exercise I asked you to do?” 

“Yeah yeah.” He grumbles, whipping out his phone.

Two hours later you’re giving the man a hug and exiting your office shortly after him.

Despite the team gathering for dinner, you head up to the roof. 

It’s always been heavy on you to take on the emotions of the team. As much as you love helping them and having them trust you, it becomes a bit much.

When it gets overwhelming you step away. Taking some time to process everything you’d taken in and work through it. 

Using your powers in this way has a downside. When you take away the horrible feelings they have toward themselves, it’s absorbed into your own emotions. Sadly, you can’t just make them disappear from yourself like you do with the team. You have to process and deal with it all. 

Not surprising at all, the members you will see tomorrow are going to ruin you: Steve, Bucky, and Wanda.

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