#is goreng her ex

[fictional-worlds-are-exquisite]

watched the platform 2

think my thoughts on it went something like

'oh okay we're starting off similar'

'what the fuck'

'what the fuck'

'what the fuck is happening'

'what fucking drugs were they on when they wrote this'

'OH MY GOD IS THIS WHOLE THING METAPHORICAL?'

'what's the fucking metaphor'

'what fucking drugs were they on when they wrote this'

'what the fuck'

'OHHHH IT'S A PREQUEL'

[yeonchi]

Sea Princesses: Into the Liamverse Part 16: Freddy J. Fox

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Name: Freddy Jameson Fox

Occupation: Actor

Race: Salacian

Residence: Marina Central District, Atenesia City

Gender: Male

Date of birth: 5 June 1971 (age 36, Gemini ♊)

Hair colour: Light brown with orange highlights (child)/Auburn with orange highlights (teenager)/Dark brown (adult)

Eye colour: Orange

Skin colour: Light

Ethnicity: American

Height: 185 cm

Relationships:

Francky L. Fox (father)

Mariah Fox (mother)

Teresa Cherrouse (ex-co-star/ex-girlfriend)

Kenjy Shi-Label (ex-co-star)

Federico do Roseiras (friend)

Wendy Chammel Naral (ex-co-star)

H.J.R Misser (ex-co-star)

Ryujitaro Saitan (creator of Combo Rangers)

Enemies:

Haters

Successful directors and actors

Wendy (for being more successful than him)

Status: Alive

First appearance: Drawing (22 November - young/24 November 2023 - old)

Skills: Acting (past), mukbang (now)

Likes: being the centre of attention, girls, money, eating, feeling superior over other actors, teasing Wendy on Combo Rangers (past), subscribing to Wendy on OnlyFish (now)

Dislikes: People calling him a bad actor, his career becoming stagnant, girls not paying attention to him, not feeling attractive, the fact that Wendy was successful while he and his other co-stars were failures

Freddy J. Fox is a retired actor known for his role as the Red Combo Ranger in the series Combo Rangers. He is currently a fat man making mukbang videos in an effort to regain the glory of his past successes.

History

Freddy J. Fox was born in 1971. He had a privileged childhood where his parents always pampered him and gave him everything he wanted. His father, Francky L. Fox, was a very famous actor and director, which gave him a path to a career in entertainment. He first appeared in commercials from the age of 4 before moving onto supporting roles in his father’s films and making a breakout role in the series Combo Rangers at the age of eight, playing Fox, the Red Combo Ranger, alongside five other child actors. During his time on the show, he got into a relationship with actress Teresa Cherrouse just as their characters did on the series; their relationship continued for some years after the end of the series with its seventh and eighth season, Combo Rangers Go Go Go (adapting Himitsu Sentai Gorenger) in 1987.

After Combo Rangers ended, Freddy starred in a number of films and TV shows that would end up failing. As he was not cast in other successful works, Freddy began to realise that he was typecast as the Red Combo Ranger so in the early 2000s, he tried to get in contact with the creator, Ryujitaro Saitan (who also played the Combo Rangers’ leader and mentor, Mighty Combo) in an attempt to revive the series, however he learnt that Saitan had died and the rights had passed down to his son who would rather keep rerunning old episodes in syndication than create new ones.

Freddy’s career was very tarnished and as time passed, he neglected his appearance and became obese and repulsive to females. Without any demand for roles, Freddy lives off his past successes, posts in his own internet spaces (one of which is dedicated to mukbang videos) and indulges himself in erotic fantasies, particularly in relation to former co-star Wendy Chammel, effectively getting what he deserved for how he treated her on set.

Personality

Freddy J. Fox is an egotistical, arrogant, irritating, selfish, conceited and quarrelsome person who always wants to be the centre of attention, but as an adult he lost his image as a good and attractive boy. He became a failed actor who is only remembered for his past successes.

Relationships

Teresa Cherrouse: Freddy and Teresa were co-stars on Combo Rangers, where they would become a couple in real life just as their characters did on the show. Their relationship continued until the mid/late-90s, where they would separate after going through very shaky and unstable careers.

Federico do Roseiras: Freddy and Federico were very good friends both in and out of the show. They both liked to tease Wendy on set and their friendship would continue through adulthood even through their ruined careers.

Kenjy Shi-Label: Freddy and Kenjy did not speak much as the latter was more silent and reserved.

H.J.R Misser: Freddy was amicable with new cast member Henry Jon Roble Misser, who played Luke, the White Combo Ranger, but he was also jealous of him, fearing that he would steal his fame.

Wendy Chammel Naral: Wendy was the main victim of Freddy’s pranking and teasing. He didn’t feel any pity when Wendy decided to leave the series and didn’t care about her career in the years after she left. When he learnt of her newfound success, he started to regret being cruel to her and even began to have certain feelings for her he never knew he would have.

Curiosities

- Freddy is currently a failed actor with a neglected appearance and stagnant career, typical of most former child actors.

- Aside from Freddy, Teresa, Federico and Henry became resentful and regretful for their treatment of Wendy after learning of her success.

- Freddy’s story parallels that of the original Red Power Ranger’s actor, as he is only known for that role and is rather forgotten today.

(At least Austin St. John is able to appear at conventions and signings lmao)

[tokupedia]

The Solar Rangers by Simone Di Meo

Perspective: A seemingly Kyuranger/Megaranger hybrid design at its core visually, with a mixture of patterns to give the costumes a more “alien” appearance with minor aesthetics to allude the original Ranger suits of the users (Ex. Tanya’s Zeo Ranger II visor is still part of the helmet but more stylized) . Miss Hart has unofficially a bit of Gorenger in her costume, with the pink high collar and cape combo. 

All of them have weapon upgrades. Kimberly having a bow that seemingly can fire up to three energy arrows, Heckyl has an electric energy boomerang, Mike has a slick new sword/gun, Cam has a green cosmic katana, Tanya’s Twin Batons transformed to have blades on the end and Andros, typical of a Red, got a brand new sword.

Copyright Boom! Studios and to creator Simone Di Meo, a heartfelt thanks for all you do for Power Rangers fans!

[dwindledglow]

001. MEET JORDAN

FULL NAME: jordan kade thompson. PREFERRED NAME: jordan. NICKNAME/S: jord and jordie. DATE OF BIRTH: december 17th, 1993. GENDER & PRONOUNS: cis male & he/his. ORIENTATION: hetero. RELIGION: atheist. RELATIONSHIP STATUS: married to alice thompson. OCCUPATION: music producer, songwriter and entrepreneur. RESIDENCE: in between soho, new york city and sag harbor, suffolk county.

002. CHECK JORDAN’S BACKGROUND

HOMETOWN: tallahassee, florida. NATIONALITY: american. ETHNIC BACKGROUND: afro-american. LINGUISTICS: english which is his native language and spanish and french in a fluent level. EDUCATION: he has graduated from high-school and attended cuny's john jay college of criminal justice where he did two years of criminology and criminal justice before having to drop out due to financial difficulties. CRIMINAL RECORD: clean. BIRTH ORDER: third. FATHER: tyler dajan brown, born on april 30th, 1965 in baltimore, maryland. his whereabouts, as well as living situation, are unknown to jordan but last he heard, he worked as a record store clerk in atlantic city, new jersey. MOTHER: nora jada thompson, born on august 4th, 1968 in st. petersburg, florida, currently residing in sagaponack, suffolk county. she is the owner of four restaurants - wabi-sabi, a japanese cuisine place in soho, new york city, 1946 house, a contemporary french-american cuisine place in miami beach, florida, magari, an italian cuisine place in dumbo, brooklyn and scusi, an italian cuisine restaurant in miami, florida. SISTER/S: alexandra kalla thompson, born on january 7th, 1999 in philadelphia, pennsylvania, currently residing in new york and working as a model and professional dancer. BROTHER/S: william bakari thompson, born on july 1st, 1987 in tallahassee, florida, currently residing in new york city and working as a personal trainer. carter kaluuya thompson, born on may 21st, 1991 in tallahassee, florida, currently residing in new york city and working as a publicist. SIGNIFICANT OTHER: alice thompson, née cooper. CHILDREN: maya anne thompson, born on october 19th, 2018 in southampton, new york. ivy ayana thompson, born on november 8th, 2019 in southampton, new york. OTHER RELEVANT FAMILY: amani robins thompson, née white, william’s wife thus sister-in-law. monique byers-thompson, carter’s wife thus sister-in-law. jada niaara thompson, carter & monique’s daughter, niece. bryson alexander hill, alexandra’s fiancé thus brother-in-law. apollo kade hill, alexandra & bryson’s son, nephew. EX/ES: isobel powell and jessica loyle. PETS: kovu and kopa, two pomskys and cookie, a pug.

003. GET UP CLOSE & PERSONAL

HEIGHT: 6′3″ or 192 cm. WEIGHT: between 177 lbs or 80 kg and 181 lbs or 82 kg. BODY BUILD: jordan has what's considered the ideal weight for his height. he has a fast metabolism so albeit not upkeeping any kind of strict diet or following a specific eating plan, it's hard for him to put on much weight. up until a few years ago — five or six — and following how he stopped regularly exercising / playing basketball, he had a, somewhat, thin figure but ever since he started working out again, he has managed to get some lean muscle. overall, he has a toned body with defined abs and muscular arms. EYE COLOR: dark, earthy brown. EYESIGHT: his eyesight has no problems. HAIR COLOR & STYLE: when the topic in question regards personal style, it's hard to describe jordan's seeing as it is ever-changing. he has dreads and, most of the time, that's the extent he'll go to with his hairstyle. every so often, he'll get tired of having his hair down and he'll go for pigtails — which is one of his favorites hair styles — or a ponytail. when he wants his hair completely out of his way, he'll section his hair and part it in two cornrows and on the rare, he wears half of his hair up and the other half down. DOMINANT HAND: right. NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS: the most notable physical trait is, without a doubt, the unusual birthmark on his cheek. besides it, and despite not doing it nearly as often ( unless he's around people he loves ), his smile / laugh are another thing that distinguishes him. there's also his towering frame, his ever-changing hair styles and his chiselled features on top of it. SCARS AND MARKS: asides from your every day, average scars here and there, jordan has a two larger and notable ones : the first on the underside of his right arm courtesy of breaking his arm when he was a kid and the second on his left knee, the result of a surgery he had to be submitted to due to an injury he made when he used to play basketball. he has a distinguishing birthmark on his cheek but, other than that, and sans a few moles here and there, jordan has no other relevant marks. TATTOOS: he has the quote on your own and for yourself in morse code tattooed around his right wrist — reference —, a reminder to keep going, no matter what might happen in his life; on his left wrist, he has a W — reference — which is the initial of his older brother's name; he has the outline of new york's skyline, in white ink, tattooed on the inside of his right arm — reference. on the back of his left arm, he has the geographic coordinates to alexandra's — his younger sister — and jada's — his niece — birth places — reference. on his left ankle, he has excelsior tattooed in bold font, new york city's motto. on his ribcage, a little below his left pectoral, he has the sound wave of his mother saying i love you tattooed. there's the word saudara — meaning brother in indonesian and which he got along with his brother carter — on the right side of his ribcage. he has the quote to new memories tattooed on the inside of his left arm — reference — something he got shortly after he moved to bali. he has the word clarity on small, uppercase font on the right side his neck. on the back of his right upper arm, he has two hands — reference. he has the word power on the back of his left hand. there's the quote self consciousness is heavy along his right hip. on his left collarbone, he has the quote dum spiro spero which translates into while i breathe, i hope and on his right collarbone, he has the quote esse quam videri which translates into to be, rather than to seem. he has the quote and still i rise in bold, uppercase and small font on the back of his neck. on the back of his left ankle he has the word tallahassee in uppercase and bold font, representing the city he was born, and on the back of his right ankle, also in bold font, he has 1993, the year he was born in. for his and ally’s daughters, on the inside of his upper right arm, he has maya shaped to form a heart and, likewise, ivy on the inside of his upper left arm. additionally, he has the sentence ten planes in cursive, recalling when alice and him first started dating and he mentioned how he’d fly ten planes for her.  PIERCINGS: he has two piercings on his left regular lobe. VOICECLAIM: daniel caesar. ACCENT & INTENSITY: jordan's accent is somewhat of a hybrid thing — it's not a strong and prominent new york accent but it's also not the closest to a philadelphia accent. growing up and just as he moved to new york, it was easy to place how there was a philly accent to his way of speaking... slowly but surely, it started to fade away and nowadays, he has more of a faint new york accent. ALLERGIES: none that he knows of. PHOBIAS & FEARS: trypophobia. MENTAL & PHYSICAL ILLNESSES: none so far. ALCOHOL USE: sometimes, mostly on social situations. SMOKING: yes, he’s been trying to reduce it but he still does smoke. NARCOTICS USE: if he's in the studio, completely stressed out and needing a way to get creativity flowing, he does smoke weed. INDULGENT FOOD: not very often. SPLURGE SPENDING: yes, sometimes. GAMBLING: no, never.

004. DIG DEEPER

CAN THEY DRIVE? yes, he can drive. CAN THEY COOK & BAKE? yes and yes. CAN THEY CHANGE A FLAT TIRE? yes. CAN THEY TIE A TIE? yes. CAN THEY SWIM? yes. CAN THEY RIDE A BICYCLE? yes. CAN THEY JUMP START A CAR? yes. CAN THEY BRAID HAIR? yes. CAN THEY PICK A LOCK? yes. EXTROVERTED OR INTROVERTED? extroverted. DISORGANIZED OR ORGANIZED? organized. CLOSE OR OPEN MINDED? open minded. CALM OR ANXIOUS? calm. PATIENT OR IMPATIENT? patient. OUTSPOKEN OR RESERVED? outspoken. LEADER OR FOLLOWER? leader, but willing to listen to others and compromise. OPTIMISTIC OR PESSIMISTIC? in-between. TRADITIONAL OR MODERN? modern. HARD-WORKING OR LAZY? hard-working. CULTURED OR UNCULTURED? cultured. LOYAL OR DISLOYAL? loyal. FAITHFUL OR UNFAITHFUL? faithful. NIGHT OWL OR EARLY BIRD? a mixture of both depending on the days. HEAVY OR LIGHT SLEEPER? not heavy, nor light. an in-between. COFFEE OR TEA? coffee. DAY OR NIGHT? night. TAKING BATHS OR SHOWERS? showers. COCA COLA OR PEPSI? coca-cola. CATS OR DOGS? dogs. NETFLIX OR CINEMA? cinema. SHOWS OR MOVIES? movies. LAPTOP OR GAMING CONSOLE? laptop. HEALTHY OR JUNK FOOD? healthy food. ICE CREAM OR FROZEN YOGURT? ice cream. PIZZA OR HAMBURGER? hamburger. LOLLIPOPS OR GUMMY WORMS? gummy worms. BEACH OR POOL? beach. SNOWBALLS FIGHTING OR ICESKATING? both. LITERATURE OR SCIENCE? literature. HISTORY OR ART? art. CHOCOLATE BARS OR COTTON CANDY? cotton candy. XBOX OR PLAYSTATION? playstation. FACE-TO-FACE OR PHONE INTERACTIONS? face-to-face interactions. DRAMA OR SCI-FI? drama. HORROR OR COMEDY? both.

005. JORDAN’S FAVORITES

FAVORITE ACTIVITY: songwriting. FAVORITE ANIMAL: panther. FAVORITE BOOK: he has no favorite book so far. FAVORITE COLOR/S: orange and blue. FAVORITE CUISINE: thai. FAVORITE DISH/ES: jollof rice, khao soi, nasi goreng and yum woon sen. FAVORITE DRINK/S: coffee, limeade and thai tea, patron and hennessy. FAVORITE FLOWER/S: chocolate cosmos. FAVORITE GEM: topaz. FAVORITE MOVIE: fences by denzel washington. FAVORITE SONG: like really by oddisee. FAVORITE SCENT/S: coffee, cinnamon, mint and citrus. FAVORITE SHOW/S: how to get away with murder is the only show he really follows and his all time favorite show is the fresh prince of bel air. FAVORITE SPORT/S & TEAM THEY SUPPORT: basketball, he supports philadelphia 76rs and miami heat, baseball, he supports new york yankees, american football, he supports philadelphia eagles, hockey, he supports philadelphia flyers and tampa bay lightning, soccer, he supports tottenham hotspur fc, barcelona fc and juventus fc, formula 1, he supports mercedes amg petronas, and the list continues — he loves sports. FAVORITE SEASON OF THE YEAR: fall. VACATION DESTINATION: sidi bou said, tunisia and bali, indonesia.

[theartificialdane]

Andromeda, chapter 5 (Vitan - Cassiopeia)

Violet and Sutan might have figured things out, because just because you have decided to stay together, doesn’t mean it’ll be easy to get there. In this we check in in march, we grocery shop, Raven has an agenda, and Violet calls in the middle of the night.

Thanks a million to @veronicasanders - My absolute darling who’s my ever patient and amazing beta. I��m so thankful for her!

“Which milk do you want?” Sutan closed the door to the supermarket fridge. “GrandLait fraise with..” Sutan turned the container, trying to make sense of it. “The blue cap, or the one with the red?”

“I don’t drink milk.”

“Right...” It was mid March, and since Fashion Week Sutan had spent more time in Paris than he had in New York, thinking that it would be no problem to adjust to a country where he knew the language, he had realised that he had no idea how limited his French vocabulary actually was. Sutan could talk for hours about fashion, book a flight without a sweat and order at a restaurant, but navigating a grocery store? Keep a conversation going with Violet’s next door neighbor? Find the products Frida needed at the petstore? Imposiblé as they’d say in his soon to be home country.

“Let me.” Sutan could hear the smile in Violet’s voice, his girlfriend walking over to him, their cart abandoned from where Violet was looking for her brand of oat milk. “Blue is 2%, red is whole.”

“Thanks.”

“We have to make sure you can have your coffee, right?”

Violet turned her head up, silently asking for a kiss which Sutan had no problem giving her. Kissing Violet in public was different, the first time she silently seeked affection coming as a genuine surprise since she would rarely even hold his hand in New York unless they were somewhere private. Violet was different in Paris. In general almost everything was different in Paris.

“Do we have coffee? I think we got some the last time you were here...” Violet bit her lip, clearly thinking, and Sutan couldn’t help but smile. Violet was doing so much to make him feel welcome, doing everything she could to make sure he was happy in her home and happy in what they tried to build together.

“I think so.”

Violet nodded, putting the whole milk in the cart. “We can get an extra jar of instant, just to be sure.”

Sutan wrinkled his nose, making Violet laugh. Instant coffee was among his least favorite. He hadn’t had it regularly since he and Raja had become wealthy enough to buy their own apartment and both of them had to switch to more socially acceptable forms of doping, so coffee it was.

“Are you going to bringing your machine over, or should I start looking for one?”

“Maybe. I haven’t decided yet.”

Violet took Sutan’s hand, gently intertwining their fingers.

When Sutan had stood outside Violet’s door, promising he would make it work, promising that they were going to work, he had no idea how hard it would be. There were so many logistics involved, the easiest of it all actually being his job, though he had never expected that. His boss at Elite had said yes to transferring him almost immediately, not willing to risk losing him to one of their rival companies in France, French Elite opening their doors for him and ready to take him in, the legal process already started. It was close to hell to keep track of, and Sutan had no idea how his parents had actually managed to move from one continent to another when he was a child. He had a company do everything for him, and it was still absolutely terrible.

What had been hard though, was packing up his things, selling his apartment and moving away from his friends. Raja had been furious, angry beyond belief, his sister yelling at him and throwing things, burning with a fire so bright it hurt to look at, until she was finally finally done raging. Then she had cried, tears flowing from her like a river, her reaction just as violent when it came from sorrow, Sutan holding her and letting her sob. Seeing his sister beak apart like that had broken his heart as well. Raja had cried for her brother, cried for how they were going to be apart, had cried for the fact that she was now going to be alone with her baby girls, but Sutan had kissed her hair, letting her finally finally realise that she would be alright, and that it was time for them to not say goodbye, but instead see you soon, their bond strong enough for Sutan to leave and try something new without her.

Jinkx had been the most surprising help, his ex financee and someone Sutan was sure would hate him for the rest of her life easily offering without any prompting to let her family business take on his apartment, creating a revenue stream for him for his life in Paris, a safety net for back home to make sure his mother would always have easy access to the monthly transfer they had never discussed, but that had always come a t the exact same time.

He still needed about three or four trips back to New York, legal matters still needing tending to, and he still had to finish the tedious process of packing and wrapping everything up at work.

“Should we have pasta tonight?”

Sutan was pulled back to the present, Violet standing with a packet of chicken breasts in her hand, their cart besides her.

“Again?” “I have a limited repertoire, and someone complained the day I served oatmeal.” Sutan laughed, clearly remembering the moment he realised just exactly how bad his girlfriend was at cooking, Violet knowing how to make little more than instant mashed potatoes, broccoli salad, oatmeal and if she truly feeling adventurous, whipping up a chicken pasta.

“I’ll get better...” Violet’s voice was small, and Sutan could see that he had accidentally embarrassed her.

“I’m sorry lovely eyes.” Sutan kissed her hair.

They had somehow decided that they would take turns cooking, Violet really trying her best, but Sutan could see that she didn’t enjoy it, his girlfriend somehow seeing food more as fuel than even the skinniest model Sutan had ever encountered. They had never been out grocery shopping together in New York, at least as far as Sutan could remember, the first time Violet even suggested it a surprise to him. It had been years since Sutan had last done his own shopping, his housekeeper happily filling his fridge for an extra bonus in her salary.

“How about I make us something Indonesian?”

“Like what?”

“Nasi goreng?”

“Is that the rice your mom makes?”

Sutan nodded.

“That would be nice.” Violet took his hand. To anyone else, her words might sound dismissive, but Sutan knew exactly what they meant.

///

“Over here!”

Sutan had just landed in JFK returned from a long weekend in Paris with Violet. It had almost turned into an artform for him, stay as long as he possibly could, work on the plane, crash when he got home with jetlag and then get as much done as he could before he returned to Paris. Sutan was only carrying a duffel bag, the entire process of getting into America thankfully over quickly.

“Raven?” Sutan knew he sounded surprised, but he hadn’t expected to see the Russian. “What are you doing here?”

Actually, he should have expected to see the Russian. Only Raven was insane enough to willingly take the trip out to Newark with baby girls who were barely even a month old. Sutan was pretty sure it was breaking some kind of health code, or at least breaching the limits of good parenting, but his entire knowledge of parenting also came from watching Juju and Detox care for their kids, so what did he really know.

“The girls missed you.” Raven smiled brightly as she pushed a twin stroller towards him. Sutan felt a little unsettled, the fact that Raven had actively sought him out worrying in itself, though he was happy to see her. Raven had largely forgiven him for firing her, Raja fucking most of the rage out of her on her honeymoon, the fact that the media was much more interested in that and that her online fans had forgotten that she had been laid off as she posted beautiful photos and pictures of her and Raja together soothing the wound in exactly the way he had planned it. Sutan hoped that her new role as a mother would help her move on entirely, or at least move on to become a social media influencer, brands already reaching out to her to make sure her girls were dressed in their clothes even though they didn’t do anything but sleep and eat right now.

“Did they now?” Sutan hugged Raven, the no longer model so much smaller than he remembered her since she wasn’t wearing heels. Raven was wrapped up in a large quilted jacket, without a doubt wanting to hide the last of her pregnancy weight. Sutan had sped to Long Island the moment the news had dropped that Raven had gone into labor, picking up his mom in the middle of the night to drive her back, Raja almost sobbing when she saw her mother, but thankfully the birth had gone fine, two little baby girls coming into the world at 2 a.m. on the 2nd of March.

“See for yourself.”

Sutan smiled, looking into the stroller. The twins were laying side by side, curled together on one side, seeking each other like they were still in the womb, unable to let go even in sleep. Sutan reached into the stroller, gently running a finger over the cheek of his niece’s face, her little chin adorably fat the way only baby's was. It was weird to see his own flesh and blood, his sister’s little girls out in the world.

“So... Is Raja still mad?”

“It depends.” Raven smiled. Raja was hot and cold, his sister still shifting between furious and like nothing had happened at all depending on her mood. “I think this whole mom thing has been harder for her than she expected.”

Sutan nodded. Raja had held her girls, his normally near emotionless sister looking at her babies with so much love in her eyes that it had been physically painful to witness. Raja kissing and thanking Raven over and over again for the gift she had given her. Sutan knew from Fame that Raja had been a walking zombie at work in the following days, the blonde complaining on the phone that she had no idea how Raja had expected to be able to go right back to work after the birth of her daughters when she had taken two weeks off for her wedding.

“Have you decided on names yet?”

Raven smiled secretly, the two of them walking out of Newark together, a driver already waiting for them. “Yes, but it’s a secret.”

“Of course. Makes perfect sense.”

Sutan was so happy Raven had forgiven him, the fact that life in New York was going on without him, even if it also hurt. They all got in the car, Sutan and Raven sitting in the back, Raven’s hand in the basket with her girls, resting on their little tummies as they made their way into Manhattan.

“Sutan...”

“Yes?” Sutan looked up from his phone, the fact that he was transfering meaning he somehow had received more emails in the last few weeks than it felt like he had in his entire career, a few all nighters in the office without a doubt in the near future.

“Why does Violet hate me?”

“... What?”

“She hasn’t responded to any of my messages, I haven’t heard from her since you guys broke up, and now that she’s talking to you again, why hasn’t she- She hasn’t even seen- I want her to meet- I just- Why?”

Sutan could see that Raven was seconds from crying, the new mom still beyond exhausted all the time even if Mani had moved in with them for a time to help with everything. “Raven.”

“Don’t pity me!” Raven angrily wiped her eyes, and Sutan knew that was really why she had come to see him, a chance to privately ask what had without a doubt been eating away at her soul. “I know I don’t make friends easily, I know I don’t, but- I really thought we were friends, and I-”

“She misses you too.”

“She does?”

Sutan nodded, though he wasn’t entirely sure he was telling the truth. Violet liked Raven, that much was clear to him, but he also understood that his sister in laws bright and loud personality could also be a little much for Violet sometimes.  

“She’s just...scared, of meeting all of you again. She told me, during fashion week.” Her reasoning had without a doubt been different back then, but if Sutan was honest, he couldn’t blame his girlfriend. His friends were intense, that wasn’t a secret to anyone, and the idea of just leaving them had tempted even him sometimes, but he loved them, and even if he was growing more and more excited about moving, he wasn’t happy about leaving a single one of them behind.

“So she doesn’t hate me?”

“She doesn’t.” Sutan reached into the basket too, putting his hand on top of Ravens.

“If I throw a birthday party for the girls, do you think she’ll come?”

“... In a year?”

“Of course not silly. For their two month birthday and name reveal! It’ll be amazing.” Raven smiled brightly, the former model’s eyes shining not with tears now, but with pure excitement. “I’m already working with a party planner. We’re having a Russian and Indonesian fusion feast to celebrate the two most amazing girls in the world!”

“We won’t miss it for the world.”

///

Riiiiiing, riiiiiing, riiiiiing

Sutan rolled over, a groan leaving him. His phone was going off, the sound so so loud in his quiet bedroom. It was the middle of the night, and normally Sutan would be pissed that anyone interrupted him, but in the last month, the ringtone had become a lifeline in this new life, his girlfriend on the other side even though she was 6 hours ahead, which meant their days never lined up.

Sutan finally found his phone, sliding without opening his eyes, the phone against his ear as he settled back down under the covers.

“Hi lovely eyes”

“Why is there a delivery man outside my door?”

“... What?” Sutan knew he had to sound stupid, but unlike Violet, he wasn’t quick to wake up, his brain needing time to reboot. Violet often found delight in how slow he was in the morning, teasing him before she pushed a cup of coffee towards him to let him wake up.

“Why is there a delivery man outside of my door, Sutan?”

Sutan opened his eye, the clock on his bedside table telling him it was a little after 4, and therefore 10 in Paris just as he had planned. “It made it there okay?” It was Saturday, Sutan’s head still a little heavy from the party he had gone to last night with Tatianna, the model one of the only girls he was genuinely sad about leaving behind.

“Sutan I’m not joking, you have four seconds to tell me what going on or I’m going to explod-”

“It’s our new bed.” Sutan could hear on Violet’s voice that he wasn’t going to be allowed back to sleep anytime soon, the woman sometimes calling him with a quick update, a simple question he could answer or to say she loved him, which meant he could roll over and go back to sleep, but this wasn’t going to one of them. Sutan sat up, rubbing his eyes before he put on his glasses. Neither of them were great at texting, Violet hating it, so they called, even though it didn’t really work for either of them compared to being together physically. “Already paid for.” Sutan got out of bed, not turning on the lights as he made his way to the kitchen for a glass of water.

“You got us a new bed?”

“You’re dating an old man.” Sutan smiled to himself, the 18 year age gap between them sometimes seeming like it didn’t exist, and other times like it was an ocean of things they had to overcome. Right now though, it was thankfully just amusing. “You may be able to sleep on a crappy mattress on the floor, but I need to sleep in an actual bed, with back support.” Sutan turned on the tap, quickly filling a glass. “Is the delivery man still outside?”

“Maybe.” Sutan could hear Violet biting her lip, an annoyed huff coming from her. “Will it fit?”

“Measured and everything.”

“When did you even- No, no, nevermind, I-”

“.. Are you okay?” Sutan hadn’t even considered that Violet would dislike the bed, his girlfriend never expressing any opinion on furniture, both her room in Fame’s apartment and what he had seen of her home in Paris telling him she didn’t care, but his stomach still twisted, telling him he had made a mistake. “Is this okay?”

“I am, just...” Sutan could hear a deep breath. “Ask next time. Please?”

“I will.” Sutan took a drink of his water. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re forgiven.” Violet’s voice was warm, the woman whispering into the phone. “I can’t wait to try it with you when you return.”

“Fuck.” Sutan groaned, the sound of her in his ear making warmth run down his spine. “God, long distance is killing me.”

Violet laughed. “I’ll talk to you later.”

“I’ll talk to you too.” Violet hung up, Sutan standing alone in his dark kitchen, his toes slowly turning to ice, Sutan quietly cursing himself for the fact that he hadn’t taken his slippers with him. This was hard, but it was worth it. Violet was worth it, and they would be worth it when everything worked out.

[purplesurveys]

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Would your parents be okay with you dating someone of another race? I think my dad would be but my mom is lowkey racist so she probably won’t be. My cousin’s boyfriend is black and I once overheard my mom agreeing with my cousin’s mom (my aunt) about how they disapprove of the guy just because of his race. I couldn’t help but call them out for their mindset because 1) I saw that my cousin was genuinely happy with her boyfriend 2) it’s none of their business to start judging at all. FILIPINO MOMS ARE INSANE. Do you like when friends stop by unexpectedly? They don’t do this so I don’t really know what I would feel if they did. I’d probably invite them out with me since there’s nothing interesting to do at my place anyway. Where are the following people and what are they doing: mom, dad, sibling(s), best friend, significant other, ex, and last person you kissed? My parents are at work; my sister is in school and my brother is upstairs; Angela is somewhere out with Hans I think; Gabie has been playing video games all day.

How strong are your feelings for the last person you kissed? Pretty strong and serious.

What was the last thing someone else bought for you? My girlfriend bought me dinner last Friday because I didn’t have any money left :c I had my dream craving of nasi goreng and satay all thanks to her and ugh, it was heavenly.

If your parents looked in your purse/book bag would they find anything you don’t want them to see? What about your bedroom? Do you have anything hidden in there? I have traces of my relationship out in plain sight like scrapbooks and artifical roses she’s given me before, but my parents are always too chicken to ask where I get those from. Other than that I have nothing to hide. How close are you to the last person you hung out with? Can you be your complete self around them? She’s my girlfriend and best friend, so we’re super close. I can definitely be myself around them and not be nervous or scared of being judged. If you decided to call your ex right now, do you think he/she would answer? How would the conversation go? No ex. My only ex is my girlfriend I ended up dating again after we broke up. Are you attracted to the last person you exchanged numbers with? No. Hannah’s really nice and sweet though. Is music a daily part of your life? Yeah, I listen to music every day when I drive to school; and when I don’t have to go to class, I open Spotify to listen to at least one song a day. Yellow nail polish: yes or no? Not a fan of both yellow and nail polish. What do you think of country music? I hate it. I can’t give you one country song I actually like. Have you ever ended a relationship but wish you could’ve kept it a little longer? I wish my first relationship never got toxic and instead went on longer than it did, but I knew ending it was for the best. It led me to where we are now, after all. Did you go to your high school’s graduation? Of course. You can’t miss your high school grad, at least where I’m from. If you could live the last three months over again, is there anything you’d change? Spend more time outdoors. I was committed to my studies in the last few months so my social life has been pretty uneventful. Who was the last person to message you on Facebook? What would you do if that person told you they have feelings for you? Hannah. I’d be surprised since she is straight and because she literally just hung out with my girlfriend last Friday. How did you feel when you woke up today? Relieved that I didn’t have classes and work for the day. Who was the first person you talked to today? What did you talk about? Gabie. I told her about the like five nightmares I had back-to-back last night. When you apply your make-up, do you do it in a specific order? I don’t do makeup but when Kate decides to put makeup on me, she does go by a particular order. Did you do anything sexual last night? Nah I passed out last night from being out all day. I was asleep by 9. Do you think the last person you Facebook messaged is a virgin? Yes.  Did any of your friends lose their virginity before they were 16? If so, did you feel pressured to do the same? No, I don’t think so. There was no pressure; I wanted to do things on my own pace. Has someone of the opposite sex made you smile today? Nope. Does it matter to you if your significant other smokes? It does. I can’t stand the thought of Gab smoking. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? My uncle, cousin, and I talked about the possible consequences of my country’s government shifting to federalism last night. Do you like where you are in life right now? It’s fine. I can get out more, but I’m doing fine.

[magnvs]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. REPOST, DON’T REBLOG.  

*  BASICS.  

NAME / ALIAS :   zelda. PRONOUNS :   she / her. SEXUALITY :   bi bi bi !!! TAKEN OR SINGLE :   single.

*  THREE FACTS.

ONE :   i was homeschooled for kindergarten  &  part of the first grade,  and thanks to my mum,  i was reading books like harry potter by the time i was three. TWO :   speaking of harry potter,  i am . . .   a major fan.  the movies  &  books were basically my entire childhood,  and to this day,  if i say i’m watching a movie in the bg while i do anything else,  you can bet that it’s probably harry potter.  we weren’t super well off when i was younger,  so we didn’t have the money to buy costumes or anything,  but i bought my first hogwarts robe in 2015 for a hermione cosplay  &  literally burst into tears when it arrived in the mail.  is that weird,  or heartwarming?  maybe a little bit of both,  which kind of fits,  for me.  THREE :   i’m spending the majority of my summer in malaysia for my grandparents’ 50th anniversary  &  america !!!!!  i’m super excited,  but i don’t think i’ll be putting my blog on too much of a hiatus during that time  ( particularly while i’m in malaysia )  because not being able to write stresses me out.

*  EXPERIENCE.

HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?) :  mmmm,  5ish years ? PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED :  skype,  twitter,  viber,  plurk,  discord,  text,  tumblr. BEST EXPERIENCE :   just . . .  the entire experience that has been my magnus blog.  honestly,  it’s done a lot of wonderful things for my mental health  &  weird case of internet shyness !!!!

*  MUSE PREFERENCES.  

FEMALE OR MALE :   i like to think that i’ve had a healthy blend of the two,  but i was making a list of muses for a potential multimuse blog ......  and i think i lean a little towards a male majority. FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT :   i love some good angst,  but i’m also a major hoe for fluff.  smut is not something that i’ll ever specifically set out to write in a thread,  but i don’t mind if it leads into it  &  i’m comfortable with who i’m writing with.  ngl,  i think it’s only come up once so far on this blog.  PLOTS OR MEMES :   plots plots plots !!!!!  especially like,  detailed storylines that can span across multiple threads hoo boy,  sign me up. BEST TIME TO WRITE :   honestly,  whenever i have the time??  i find that i write  FASTEST  during the morning  &  night,  but my magnus muse in particular is pretty strong,  so i’m good with writing whenever as long as i have some good tunes playing in the background. ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) :   oh,  of course.  that’s usually how i pick muses,  anyway!!!  i’m infatuated with magnus in particular because of our  CULTURAL  similarities.  indonesia  &  malaysia have a ton of similarities regarding food,  language,  weaponry,  heritage etc,  and every time something about his past is addressed on the show  ( i’m so hyped about todd’s tease about nasi goreng on twitter,  for example !!!! ),  i get super excited,  because it’s so wonderful to have a character on tv whose heritage is so similar to mine.  we’re both bisexual  &  biracial,  we’re both very protective of our friends,  we both like fashion  &  makeup but also  LOVE  learning,  even though we prefer doing it on our own terms.  we both have a tendency to be a little moody,  and are wild perfectionists,  even though we’re confident in our abilities.  we’ve also had similar experiences in regards to mental health and an ex who’s hard to hate because they pulled us from the situation...  we also both have the same kind of humour and are a lil sassy,  which is fun.  anyway,  i don’t wanna speak about this toooooo much and annoy anyone who bothers reading this,  but yes!  i do like to think i’m kind of similar to him  ( who wouldn’t want to be like magnus bane,  anyway ? ),  which is why i understand a lot of his motives etc and don’t find writing for him to be an extraordinary challenge.

TAGGED BY :  @selfulfilling  ( love youuuuu. ) TAGGING :  if you’re reading this,  consider yourself tagged!!!!

[khbraindamage]

//her// *3

There was so many things happened, shortly she decided to leaving her abusive bf. We started going out together. But the problem its not done yet. She was afraid if i don't accept the things that she done with her ex, so i remembered everynight i text her long paragraphs that its okay people make mistakes in their life, doesn't mean your life its over. i really don't care about everythings she done with her ex. I accept her physically and mentally, we make mistakes of course because we're human after all but we can learn by our mistakes to make us a better person. After few days i tried to convinced her at 23 september also her birthday i'm gonna told her my feelings. So i contacted all of my sisters and brothers to help me surprise her we choose the place at MP resto i bought martabak and flowers sounds cliche right? Haha, we're going on dinner without her knowing that i plan surprise for her. I remembered picking her up at her dorm she was wearing red sweater, blue jeans. I was amazed by her beauty, she smile at me and my world suddenly changed jeez i loved her.

Ya we're going out to dinner we order nasi goreng and some milkshake, my brothers and sisters are seating at the next table. After we're finish eating i took flowers and we celebrate her birthday with my family i can see she was so happy

After all celebrations i took her drivin around purwokerto and we stoped at alun-alun we talked about so many things and then i said to her *after met you for the first time i knew you are different, and after we started hanging out together i started to love you. I loved you, would you like to be my girlfriend? *she smile and said yes that was the happiest night of my life

So at 23 September on her birthday i annouce i loved her and we're officaly dating!

[thiswarpedreality]

Things I haven’t learnt and habits i have picked up from my the ex

Ive been told that my lack of talking about anything important since November has my mother and friends worried. And seeing as I don’t want to talk to them about this stuff, because honestly I feel stupid for still caring about this stuff and still not being over it. So I’m going to start writing it here.

* I automatically take my shoes off when I enter a house. (Which isn’t a big thing in aus)

* I count up to 9 on one hand

* I alway let medical student and even suggest to doctors and my gp that the medical student should do the precidure or exam on me.

* I have forgotten how to express that I am upset. I felt like I wasn’t allowed to be upset in my relationship with without it causing an issue and then it becoming about how I caused an issue and I ended up taking care of her. And she acknowledged this multiple times but it still never changed. But I appreciated the acknowledgement and apparently I was so in love that me not expressing my feelings was okay with me. I guess she didn’t really care either.

* I appreciate the stars more.

* looking at stars make me cry.

* I put the chilli packets into my mi goreng

* she taught me to reverse park using my mirrors

* I learnt that when I love someone I will give it my 110% to make it work.

* I learnt that moving home for a girl that didn’t want me is probably the stupidest thing I have ever done. But something that I wouldn’t undo.

* I learnt that just because someone says they love you doesn’t mean it’s true. People can say I love you knowing that they don’t and it doesn’t phase them.

* I learnt that you can In fact get deposits back from jewellers

* I learnt a lot about the human body. Like I know way more about medical procedures than I thought I did or should.

* I learnt that when your partner doesn’t want to sleep with you during the last year of your relationship “due to stress” that I probably should have realised she was just unattracted to me long before India. Our sex life was dismal to say the least and any attempt to talk about it just ended up in her crying. So I just stopped trying.

* I learnt that someone else’s mental illness should not be used as an excuse for them not showing you love and affection and when it is it shouldn’t be over looked.

* I learnt that planning a life with someone doesn’t always work. But it doesn’t mean you shouldn’t plan.

* I learnt that trust can be broken in a moment. And that you can be so deeply in love with someone who is lying to your face.

* I learnt that thinking you know someone and naively thinking they will fight for you and your relationship because you think they love you is a fantasy that only happens in movies. In real life they just watch you move out and then they tell you they are trying to move on with their life. Because they don’t love you. That’s kinda the point of them breaking up with you. Is they don’t want you anymore. (This one was a hard lesson learnt)

* I learnt how to love someone so much I wanted to marry them. That was the greatest gift that came out of this heartbreak. I learnt that I do want to be married and have a family and a wife and I was ready for that with her.

* so many more happy and sad lessons where learnt but I’ll save those for another day

I think my biggest lesson in all of this actions speak louder than words.

My ex did show up at my house and ask for us to work it out. But she did so 5 months later. After I had already broken down in her driveway and asked if she was sure. She said she was sure. That she didn’t love me and that she just wanted to move on.

5 months later I was forced to tell the woman I had once wanted to marry that nothing had changed.

I could see all the cracks and holes and shitty parts of our relationship now because i had been forcing myself to focus on them to make it through the past 5 months. And that her words had no meaning. Actions have meaning and it had been 5 months. And she showed up with no plan no action nothing. She was just lonely and didn’t care if she hurt me in the process of not feeling so alone. And that’s a harsh judgement I know. But you know how I know she hadn’t just realised she loved me and needed me and would change everything. Two reasons.

1. I asked her why she loved me and she couldn’t give me a SINGLE answer. Two and a half years of a relationship 1 or which was spent living together and nothing.

2. After that night nothing... I haven’t heard from her since. Granted I told her that she would have to do a hell of a lot to make up for what happened and it would be on her to make it right with my family and friends. And that I could still not know if I could trust her again.

But that was all too much for her.

She would rather walk away

Then try and fail.

Even though there was a Chance she wouldn’t fail.

It was too much effort and to much of taking the blame and being wrong for her.

And I haven’t heard from her since.

So

I am moving on now.

I have abandoned all thoughts or ideas that we will ever be together again.

And I’m finally getting happier.

But sometimes I just get really sad. That I won’t see her graduate or that she won’t see me graduate. That she wasn’t there for my first placement. That one hurt. I remember being so excited for Gina after her placement in our first house. But I also remember that I was really extra loving and caring and made dinner and gave her space if she was stressed. And in my head I just had this picture of Gina being there for me on my placement.

I think that’s the hardest part about moving on.

Life is still happening. Events are still happening. Plans that were made still happen And it’s a constant reminder that it’s over, because if it wasn’t they would be there.

But I’m doing better.

And from what I can see from various social media accounts ( I ain’t even ashamed) she is happy and she is fine and she has moved on and I am not even a blimp on her radar.

I am glad she’s happy.

It sucks that I am not there yet.

But I will be.

[aliceburgum-blog]

Bali Day Eight: Our Final Day in Bali

This morning was a fabulous final morning in Bali.

I woke up, went downstairs and had my Nasi Goreng for breakfast and then went to do some shopping. I didn’t really have anything I wanted to look at in particular but I knew I wanted to look at everything. I was out for about two hours just looking and trying some things on. I didn’t really find anything and then the things that I did find were way to big for me. I decided to head home and when I got there the boys were all in the pool. So I of course jumped in for a final game of Marco Polo which just ended in us arguing about what mermaid on rock was haha. When I use to play when I was younger we only had fish out of water not mermaid on rock.

Afterwards we all jumped out and went out to get a bomba. They are like doughnuts with no hole and filling inside. You can get Nutella, cream or jam on the inside. I got a cream one and Jackson got Nutella so we could have a try of each other’s.  They were both SO delicious! After the bombas, Jackson and I went to get a massage. My massage was amazing, but It was a whole other story with Jackson's. But let’s just say that Jackson did NOT enjoy his so much. After the massage Jackson went to get another nalu bowl and I stayed in the spa and got a pedicure to treat myself. It was really good and I just to chill in the air con and have a scroll on the wifi for a bit. I think total I spent $15 for a pedicure and massage..that is what I want!

Once my little spa treatment was over, I had a little look in the markets along the side of the road with Amanda. I didn’t really see anything that caught my eye but Amanda was on a roll, so I left her there and went back to the villa. We hung out there for a bit before Jackson and I had to go and return our bikes :(

We rode out there and then started walking back. We stopped in at Cocomo, a coffee shop and got a coffee to push us through the walk. Once we were home, we didn’t have long before we had to leave for the airport. We got some dinner from Roti again (It really is that good!) and then it was time to say good bye to the villa. Before we left I went upstairs and took a picture of the bed we slept in every night, it was like a princess bed!

Everything was packed up and we jumped into the van with Mung Dae. There was only a little bit of traffic on the way to the airport, so we got there pretty quickly. Once we were there we got straight into the check in line in a hope that we would get our seats on the plane (We were on standby again so we weren’t guaranteed seats on the plane until we were checked in). Thankfully we got through straight away and went through all of the security without any hiccups aside from Amanda having to get Dan to run her skipping rope back to the surfboards because it had to be checked in.

Once we were through, we got to our gate and chilled. The boys, Jackson and I wanted to create a bicycle on one of the travellators. We did a practice run on the carpet and then nailed it!

On the plane, we got to take our snacks but Amanda the weapon, got us all hot meals and drinks! The perks of knowing an ex-air hostess! We got to have a bit of a sleep and then we landed. For some reason, the flight back home felt so much shorter than the way over. It was so relieving when we got to get in the car and just relax. We didn’t have to worry about where our bags were or if we were going to be late somewhere. I napped hard when we got in the car and then again when we got home!

Going to Bali was such an amazing experience and something that I will never forget. It was completely different to what I thought it would be and worth every penny!

[sparklingkomorebi]

[EX - ROOMIE] Penyetok indomie goreng favorite-ku (indomienya ya, bukan kamu @erikasilviani 😒). Her mind (and me too) : memakan indomie dengan cara membuatnya bubuk adalah one of many way to enjoy 'micin'.

[tokupedia]

Halloween 2019 costume ideas: Power Rangers pt. 2

Jason Bischoff’s Beast Morpher Rangers

Jason Bischoff was the former global marketing guy for Hasbro and is an artist.

He is a genuine fan of tokusatsu (mentioned Kamen Rider on his Twitter and his love of Ex-Aid and several Heisei Rider shows) and it shows. In his final months with Hasbro, he and a buddy of his named Micheal O’ Hare came up with art for concepts of new Rangers not original to the Go-Busters source material.

The first is a Green Ranger based on the Frog Buddyroid from the Go-Busters Summer Film, “what if she had a Ranger companion”?  The next is a gray Polar Bear Ranger and an Orange female scorpion Ranger based on Jason’s viewings of Kyuranger and Sasori Orange. 

A Bat Ranger based on Blaze, a “what if the bad guy reformed and got a new suit” kind of thing. (though given its Batman’s 80th, you could also use it as an excuse to go around saying in a gravely voice “I’m Bat-Ranger!”) 

Lastly, a Magenta Sea Urchin Ranger and Hammerhead Beast Bot for you and a buddy to dress up as. 

X-Men/Power Rangers Amalgam

A while ago at the Edmonton Expo in Alberta, Canada, Jason David Frank discovered a cosplay that had to be seen to be believed. A Canadian fan mixed the White Ranger with Wolverine. Mr. JDF then posted this to instagram

Now, this isn’t the first time that X-Men and Power Rangers have crossed paths as both shared the Fox Kids block on Saturday Mornings in the 1990s and a SDCC gatefold variant cover paid tribute to X-Men #1. Not to mention MMPR’s comic rights were once with Marvel and the whole Marvel/Super Sentai connection. The idea of X-Men Rangers is an interesting one, why not complete it?

Cyclops Red, Jubilee Yellow, Beast Blue, Pink Phoenix (if considering season 2 MMPR), Gambit Black and Rouge Green. As an alternative to Wolvie, Storm can be the White Ranger or added as the 7th Ranger team member of any color you choose. Add a Professor Z (a tube head in a hover wheelchair or a blue bald guy) and you have the complete set! Or go wild and make a Brotherhood of Mutants version of a Ranger Team!

Lord “Zackkon”

Submitted for your approval, one Zachary Taylor, a virtuous teen who was offered a deal with the devil to be something greater, but refused. What if the youth, resentful of the choice of his team’s leadership, accepted the path that Rita Repulsa offered? 

I envision a Black Ranger who fuses his power first with the Dragon Coin, but then with powers of Green and Black Rangers after him. The core idea is to combine the Mastodon motif with a Dragon in a way that aesthetically looks good. 

Remi, the Orange Solar Ranger 

(Ari’s Legacy Wars Bio confirms it!)

Last year, I pitched to the fandom to option dressing up as newest kid on the block, Ari aka the (Purple) Solar Ranger. This year, I’m submitting her life partner and love Remi who became the most recent addition to the Solar Rangers and another of a growing number of representatives of LGBTQ+ heroes. For those looking to cosplay with the person they love or for a fun cosmic night of Halloween, here is a Ranger couple that we hope to see more of in the future.

A Morphing Master

The Morphing Masters are the mysterious all powerful beings who protected the Morphin Grid and dedicated their lives to studying it. The Boom! Studios comics dedicated some time to explaining them a bit more in Beyond the Grid, including a new look. 

Why be a mere three dimensional linear being on All Hallow’s Eve or at a con when you can wear a look that says “I am a supreme being beyond your trivialities and I look fabulous doing it.” 

Warbunny

Aka my new favorite Power Rangers monster. Warbunny is a ‘roided up anthropomorphic rabbit whom, if his Conan inspired garb hasn’t telegraphed, talks like a certain former Governator and wields a large Warhammer that fires energy blasts. Cosplayers who do Warcraft costumes and other fantasy cosplay might gravitate towards this one since it parodies Arnie and Conan.

The Soul Era MMPR Rangers

In the comics, we learn there was a ill fated team in 1969 which fought Psycho Green. Pitch: What if there were a MMPR Rangers team 5 years later in 1975, the year Gorenger was created? The era of disco and soul, big cars, afro hair kung fu movies and Watergate. The challenge I present is combining the Gorenger suits with the MMPR suits. 

Disco collar capes, platform heel variants of the boots, flashy brighter neon colors with glitter and woodgrain on the weapons because products in the 1970s had woodgrain even if it didn’t make any aesthetic sense to do so. Civilian forms would be based on 1970s fashion, at least one Ranger should have a real or fake Burt Reynolds-sized mustache and/or afro for period accuracy. 

Dark Super Megaforce Yellow

For Ranger fans who wanna let out their inner bad girl, I present another Dark Ranger redesign of a Power Ranger from Battle For the Grid. The Gokaiger suit decked out in black and pants and a gold trim “coat” is just so good, really makes the yellow pop and looks more “piratey” than the standard suit. As you can see you can opt for an all black undershirt and yellow gloves or vice versa.

A new standard Lord Drakkon created for evil Rangers is that unlike their heroic counterparts, all of them have blood red visors instead of the standard black tint. (This also recently extends to Sentai, but we’ll get to that later.)

Houou Ranger (Chun-Li ver.)

While Ryu got to play Power Ranger, the devs of Legacy Wars decided to let none of the other characters participate in the fun. Many fans who love and respect Chun-Li were naturally outraged that she got shafted and began speculating what kind of Blue Ranger she would be. There was artistic debate as to what motif she would have with most gravitating towards a tiger, a peacock or her totem of fighting style, the crane.

I on the other hand think if Ryu lifted a Dairanger’s name for his Ranger form, it only makes sense the developers would do the same for Chun Li and give her a Chinese Phoenix motif.

The common consensus all fans share is that such a form has parts of Miss Li’s costume as part of her Ranger outfit much like with Ryu Ranger with his boxing gloves, bandanna and black belt. Whatever you choose, you are sure to be a knockout!

Supersonic Green

The first Green gone bad chronologically in the comics, Trek was a bitter Xybiran who got sick of being benched while his team went on missions and soon that bitterness turned into hate as he empathically read the feelings of his teammates about him. He murdered his entire team and then pledged allegiance to Dark Specter to become Psycho Green.

The Fiveman team these Supersonic Rangers are based on never had a sixth ranger, since sixth Rangers were not really a thing until Zyuranger. This bring up one conundrum for this Ranger in terms of those wishing to design a full costume...what exactly is Trek’s helmet motif? 

For those who have never seen Fiveman, the theme was about types of school education each Ranger was part of. Red was a science teacher, Blue was a physical education teacher, Black was a language teacher, Pink was a math teacher and Yellow was a music teacher. 

I suppose a history book on the helmet for social studies would be appropriate as would be an apple or money symbols for home economics. It should be noted if one commits to making a helmet, the Fiveman/Supersonic Ranger helmet visors each have lines running through them to signify their numerical designation (Red has 1, Blue has 2 etc.) so Green would have six. 

That’s all I’ve got! 

Happy Halloween Ranger Nation! 

[dlwngadventures]

02/26/18, BALI!!!!

click to view the BALI PHOTOS :))

Let me tell you about Bali though...

A lot of people (at least I definitely did) think Bali is this beautiful oasis. First thing that comes to mind is yoga retreat, vegan heaven, crystal blue water, zen type vibes, but our experience was very different. There were 10 of us so if that doesn’t already set the scene for how crazy it was... traveling with that many people just makes it a mission to make any decisions or get anything done. 

On Friday we flew into Denpasar (Brittney and I were on a separate flight bc we of our spontaneous booking lol) and we went from the airport to our Airbnb. The roads are wild!!! There are basically no traffic laws and everyone rides their scooters and just goes. We drove through so many different areas to get to our Airbnb. It was so interesting to see the mix of the very poor, developing areas contrasted with the modern, hip shops you see on Instagram etc. Even just the contrast of our very cute Airbnb to the housing around it. Our Airbnb was hostel style kind of with multiple rooms. Our room was 2 double beds and a bathroom. It was super cute with the owner’s house right by it -- filled with loud roosters and dogs. From the Airbnb we walked to Batu Bolong beach to meet the others. First impressions: It was so so hot and the water was a nasty brown. The sun is crazy bright there. The sand was literally too hot to walk on barefoot. I don’t ever burn tbh but my shoulder burned a little this trip and that was crazy to me. I experienced peeling skin from a sunburn for the first time and for sure lathering on the sunscreen from now on!!!!!! Always!!!! We paid for a couple lounge chairs and umbrellas in front of a restaurant on the beach because there was no way we would be able to just lay out on the sand. This beach is a prime surfing location, aka the waves will knock you flat on your back (which admittedly happened to me multiple times). For some reason all of us still loved it. It was fun just to run into the water and being KO’ed by the wave idk. This first day was our chill day. We spent majority of the day by the beach and then we chilled at our group’s villa. The villa was wild. It had an incredible pool, open concept roof business, right by all the shops and restaurants, about 5 min walk from the beach. We showered and went out for food. We ate at a ‘warung’ as it’s called in Indonesia. It’s basically a small, family style restaurant. I got so much food and I can’t remember that last time I’ve been that full. I could barely stand up straight. Yet, we walked by a vegan ice cream place and of course I had to get one. I got tumeric ice cream and it was so good. Worth every inch of bloated belly lol. We spent the night chilling in the villa -- drinking, catching up, in the pool etc. 

Saturday was our busy, busy day. We hired a private driver who took us around to all our different locations. We visited the Ubud Monkey Forest (Sacred Monkey Sanctuary) and it was our first close experience with monkeys in South East Asia (at the tree top walk I only really saw them from afar). These monkeys were so clever and quick!!! If you had food they would just snag them from you. The sanctuary had a bunch of rules to follow to help prevent monkey attacks -- ex. don’t look them in the eyes!! We saw the monkeys pick out bugs from each others fur (including around the butt area) and eat it. You could pay to feed them bananas and they absolutely devoured them. The monkeys just roam freely around the park so if you’re not careful they’ll just snatch things from you. At one point we were in this open area and we were all taking turns feeding the monkeys. This girl just got peed on by a monkey and I had just fed another monkey. I was backing out of the circle of monkeys eating when I accidentally stepped on a baby monkey’s tail and lemme tell ya, commotion ensued. There was an AWFUL awful scream from the baby monkey and then literally everyone else who was in the area backed away until it was just me and the monkey, and the big daddy monkey. He looked so pissed I was so scared. He started punching my leg, of course it didn’t hurt, but I really was terrified he was about to bite my leg off. I apologized but of course it didn’t understand...it was so scary alright. 

After the monkey forest we went to the Tegalalang Rice Terrace. We had lunch along the rice terrace and hiked in after. The restaurant had this super cute swing that you could take a photo with and then when we walked in it was so cool to see how far the rice terraces extended. Honestly, so beautiful. We visited the Tegenungan Waterfall after. It wasn’t the waterfall that we wanted to visit, but our driver took us to the wrong one (lol ty driver). It was really brown because it was winter so there was a ton of water and took a lot of mud with it. We didn’t end up swimming in the big waterfall because of time, and because the water was just flowing too fast, it was kind of dangerous. There was a baby version before you reached the big one and we spent some time in that. It was so refreshing!!! But I also think this is where I got my worst mosquito bite /: (which I am convinced is how I got mild dengue fever bc I had a mild fever that made me skip all my classes and sleep for a day two days after we got back. Prian scared us all about dengue and that was all I could think about for a lot of the trip tbh)

We wanted to catch sunset at the Tanah Lot temple so we were rushed for time from the waterfall. We ended up getting there a little early and snagging some food. I tried this sticky coconut rice snack that was so delicious. The temple itself was honestly not that impressive. There were way too many people, it made it really hard to enjoy our time. There were too many clouds so the sunset was eh as well. The temple is supposed to be really cool because you walk on this sort of natural bridge path to the actual temple that is surrounded by water, but we couldn’t reach it because water levels were too high (aka not really ideal time to visit Bali tbh). That night we were beat but I will say I had a dank meal that night. Mi goreng!! Mi goreng is an Indonesian fried noodle dish that we got for nearly every meal and was so good. 

The next day a couple of us wanted to rent scooters and ride around. The area that we were staying in was pretty mellow so we figured it wouldn’t be too dangerous to ride them around. However, the rental guy wouldn’t even let us get them. It was actually really sweet of him. He said that if he rented them to us he would make a bunch of money and if we got injured or ruined the bike he would make even more, but he didn’t care about the monkey, he didn’t want us to get hurt. In the end we tried the scooters in an alley way but didn’t get to rent them /: probably smart though...definitely smart actually.

We hired a driver that the other part of the group (everyone minus me and brittney) had from the airport for the rest of the day. Apparently he was really cool and would Facebook live their journey (kinda weird tbh), let them hotspot his wifi in the car, and was just a cool guy??? We didn’t spend that much time with him this day so I don’t really know. We were leaving this day but we wanted to spend the morning seeing a beautiful temple and experiencing some actual clear blue water. We drove to Uluwatu Temple which was so beautiful. It was a temple on this rocky cliff with amazing blue water below. One of the most stunning views I’ve experienced if I’m being honest. Before we walked into the temple though, there were these SAVAGE monkeys on the outside parking lot. I’m telling you, these monkeys are so feisty and conniving!!! The monkey came and snatched this women’s glasses out of her hands and then proceeded to snap them in half. Two people in my group also had glasses and immediately became super cautious, but even still, one of the monkey’s jumped on Prian’s back and swiped his glasses off his face. He was just biting and playing with the glasses for awhile and we were all praying that he wouldn’t snap them in half. Eventually, our driver called over one of the local temple workers and she gave the monkey a banana bunch and he finally dropped the glasses, unharmed (minus a couple bite marks). Strong start to the day ya know. For the rest of the time at the temple, we all clutched on to our stuff to make sure it wouldn’t happen again. Also, random fact but the temples have weird rules like if you’re pregnant or on your period you can’t go in...

After the temple, we ventured to Dreamland Beach. All we wanted was a beautiful clear blue water beach like we saw from the temple. Dreamland was a resort, private beach and we decided to splurge (when I say splurge I mean it was $3 entrance fee instead of free basically lol) on this private beach. From the outside it really did look incredible, but once you looked closer there was trash everywhere. We didn’t even spend time in the water because we ended up just swimming in trash. It was really sad actually. There was a river type deal that the ocean ran into and it was FILLED with trash. The sustainability side of me was really torn up by it, I almost got a bag to help clean up, no lie. It was heartbreaking. The worst part was people at the resort who were just tanning in the sun, taking these Insta photos with no regard to the trash around. Insta vs real life has never been more real. Post beach we drove to the airport, blasting some Canadian jams (Drake and “Out for a rip”) and listened to Prian belt some Jackson 5. 

Bali, man. Definitely not what I expected, but also as always no regrets. 

There were just a lot of annoying admission fees. The people weren’t the nicest. Dengue fever paranoia. I was just overall on edge because it was my first trip out in the real Southeast Asian area and people kept freaking me out about getting hit by a scooter or getting cholera from the water or dengue from the mosquitoes (mossies!!!), it made it hard to enjoy the trip. But Bali was still very beautiful. We didn’t have time to see Heaven’s gates or climb Mount Agung but I would for sure come back to do a more retreat type trip and do those things :-)

an eye opening experience to say the least. first trip done and I am STOKED for more

[rabiewana]

Love Intensifies

Hye all! I’m now in KTM Commuter, heading towards Bangi for my Phd project discussion with my field supervisor at Malaysian Nuclear Agency. It’s a usual morning with many people rushing to their workplace through these hectic streets. My Baby Boo just got back from her house at Pasir Mas and she’s sleeping at the moment due to her 9-hour tiring bus trip. I have a meeting at 10 am, but now it’s 8.21 am — I have already arrived at  KTM Salak Selatan Station. I think I’ll arrive there too early, and I hate waiting! Anyway, I am too excited to see my Boo this afternoon and we’ll be having iftar together soon at Subang Parade (as planned).

I’m on a commuter train, exploring thoughts about my Boo. I am writing this sincerely for you, Syazwana. I always wanted to be different from others, especially your ex. I always wanted to tell her that I love her so much. She is a good girl and I never met a girl like her where she knows me inside-out (more or less) and she accepted me the way I am. Frankly, I always think of her most of the time. And yes, our love intensifies since I met her mum a few days ago.

I was so nervous when meeting her mum because I thought that her mum is a super strict person. Her mum is a traffic police sergeant. Many people claim that policemen are strict and fierce. Plus, I have encountered many policemen through roadblocks. Most of the time they look smart, strict and fierce with their loaded gun and embroideries. Fortunately, my Boo’s mum is a nice and a polite person, and we had fruitful conversations together. There you go, the picture of me, my Boo and her mum:

  Last Thursday, 25th May 2017, me and my Boo were heading towards Pasir Mas. My Boo started her journey from Shah Alam and I started my journey from Penang. I arrived earlier than my Boo. Because Kelantan and KL are quite far compared to Penang. While waiting for her, I’ve had several conversations with the teksi uncles wandering at the waiting area. Whenever a bus arrives at the station, these uncles will queue at the bus exit door asking the bus passengers whether they need a taxi service. I also joined them whenever a bus from KL arrived at the station. I’ve joined them queuing in front of the bus door, hoping that my Boo will pop out from the bus. My Boo didn’t tell me which bus she was in at first, but after a few trials of waiting for her in front of the bus, she finally gave me her bus trip number —  ‘B16′. Finally, we both met at Pasir Mas bus station around 5 am, Friday 26th. She looks tired and sick. But yeah, she usually looks sick after disembarking from any long bus journeys. But to me, she always looks absolutely gorgeous, because to me there is no reason why she’s not beautiful. I am not sure what’s on her made me feel that way. I think it’s not only her physical appearance that makes she looks gorgeous, but it's my attraction, affection, and passion towards my lovely Boo!

Her mum fetched us from the bus station. Her mum has just finished her 24-hour shift. I was quite nervous because I thought that her mum might not be in a good mood, well yeah, you know what could happen if you mess with a tired person. Fortunately, her mum isn’t that bad though, and her mum is talkative and that changed my perception about her moody mum! I started to realised that her mum is a cool policewoman, and she talks politely. Finally, we arrived at my Boo’s house around 6 am. My Boo’s and her mum prepared the room for me for getting a rest, and I have been given the chance to rest in my Boo’s room! She has never been using the room because she claimed that the room was very hot during daytime. Fair enough. 

In her room, I got the opportunity to look at her MSU sports gold medals. There are her high school assignment files for physics and biology as well. The thing is, I got the opportunity to see whether she is a lazy high school girl or not.  But she’s not, except that there are a few incomplete exercises in her assignment. There is also a picture of her on the make-up table. She is so sweet and I was like a melting popsicle! The room is very tidy, and it tells that she has never been using the room at all.

Early in that morning, her mum has to get back to work for on-call duty. It was just me, my Boo and her younger sister at home. I like the way my Boo treated me at that time. Her treatment clearly shows that she is a caring type of person. She gave me a bottle of water and a mug, face cleanser, and also her hand made Kopia snacks. Whenever I request her for something, she will leave the stuff on the stair. I wonder if she is my wife, she will treat me better than that! She cooked for me nasi goreng telur, one of my favourite food when I was a young kid. She prepared them in a proper way, she scooped the rice for me and I felt like I am the only King of Her Heart. I knew that she was very tired, but she managed to treat me well! I love you so much, Nana! The thing is, I didn’t expect her to treat me that way because I love her unconditionally. But since she treated me that way, I am so happy and she will always be the best in my heart! That is considered as her attribute though. In conclusion, she is caring. After that, I went back upstairs and had a nap.

A couple of hours later, she came to my room and woke me up. Her mum wanted to bring all of us out for lunch. We went to several places for eating. Unfortunately, all of her mum’s favourite restaurants were closed. We ended up eating nasi campur, somewhere in Kota Bharu, and the foods were just fine. I had several conversations with my Boo’s mum. We built the communication and we started to know each other from that moment. We went back home after lunch. When we arrived at the home, my Boo sent me to the nearby mosque for Friday prayer. My Boo and her mum didn’t allow me to walk to the mosque as the weather was quite hot on that day. After the Friday prayer, I decided to walk to my Boo’s house. The weather was OK to me, and it was my intention to walk back to her house because I really wanted to get the feeling of being a kampung guy. I like the environment of that area — Kg. Parit Cina, Salor. I love to see all of those hawkers by the road, and there are a few paddy fields at the side of the road. That area is calm and I could feel the breeze coming from the paddy fields. I love to see those uncles wearing kain pelikat while riding their motorcycle back home from the Friday prayer. 

I finally arrived at my Boo’s house, after hundreds of steps walking from the mosque. I was a bit exhausted, and my Boo offered me a glass of water. Her mum was sleeping at that time because she hasn't had enough sleep after her 24-hour shift. I had the opportunity to spend my time with my Boo at the living room. We enjoyed many jokes by me and by herself. It was really a sweet moment. I like when my Boo threw her pillow on my face because I can feel the bonding between us! A few minutes later, my Boo’s aunt came and that woke my Boo’s mum from her sleep. We had several conversations together and I built the communication between me and my Boo’s mum and also my Boo’s aunt. For some reason, I felt so comfortable with my Boo’s family and that makes me wanna join their family. When my Boo’s aunt and her husband left my Boo’s house, I started to feel that her mum started to feel comfortable with me, because she responded to my questions in a very warm way. 

A couple of hours later, my Boo, my Boo’s mum, my Boo’s younger sister, and I went out for dinner. It was around 4.30pm, and it is quite early for dinner. We went to an exclusive restaurant namely, JL Fara Crab, a seafood restaurant offering ‘shell-out’ menu. The menu is quite pricey, and I offered my Boo’s mum to split the bill with me later, but she refused to do so. She said that I am like her son because my age is more or less the same with her lovely daughter, my Boo! I was like, yeah, fair enough. I was so happy when my Boo’s mum said to me “please be comfortable with us, and just call me ummi”. I was like “yes! I made it!”. That means that my main objective going to Kelantan is a success. I was so happy. When I looked into my Boo’s eyes, I could see that her love towards me is growing more and more. Same goes for me! I love my Boo, Syazwana, freaking damn so much. By knowing her family members brought us closer. I never had this kind of experience before. In conclusion, I like the way they treat me. They seem to welcome me in a warm way. My Boo’s mum even offered me and my mum to go to Kelantan and see them again. From that moment, I realised that they are the down-to-earth type of person. I’m in love with them! While having conversations, we had delicious foods and I highly recommend you guys to try JL Fara Crab seafood because the taste is nice.

After having fruitful conversations with my Boo’s family, we finally made our way back home. We arrived at my Boo’s home around 7 pm. We went to my Boo’s aunt ‘s house,  and I met her aunt’s family members for saying goodbye. I had a few conversations with her aunt’s family members, especially my Boo’s uncle. He is a kind of a nice and cool guy because he was treating me like his olde mate. Once I say goodbye to them, I walked back home with my Boo’s family back home. I rushed for preparing myself for my next trip to my home, KL, because the bus to KL departs at 8.30pm. Once I was ready, I had some short conversation with my Boo’s mum. I was so happy when my Boo’s mum invited me and my mum to visit them again.

My Boo and her younger sister sent me to the bus station. I was a bit sad because I was about to leave my Boo and her family. Then I started to realise that I am very comfortable with their small family, and I wish that I could join them — to be my Boo’s husband in the future. While waiting for the bus to depart, I had several conversations with my Boo and her younger sister. They are humorous and soothing. From that moment, I started to realise that, it is possible to fall in love again and again. And there is no such thing as “love you most” because loving someone for nothing is never ending and has no limit. You can fall for someone endlessly. My love towards my Boo is growing endlessly. And our love is unity and it intensifies up to no limit.

 I    L O V E     N U R      S Y A Z W A N A      S O     M U C H!

[day1day2day3chachacha-blog]

Day 12 - 18 May

Was late so i decided not to rush. Had veg bee hoon for bf. Wrong order of kopi o for takeaway. Hitched the same girl to jcube. Went gym for legs and swam 10 laps before pool closed due to cat 1. Packed chicken rice and sambal goreng. Knn the sambal goreng is more ex than the other stall. Boycott. Vac and mopped the house. Then fetched the kids for dinner before her piano lesson.

[rueur]

Morning Pages #40 (06.03.2017)

Monday 6th March - 1:19 p.m.

Morning pages number forty for today, which I’m feeling pretty proud of myself over. I know it’s not much of a big fete considering how many days I’ve skipped writing these because of everything that’s happened over this past month, but even so I’m at least glad I’ve stuck with it this far. I didn’t write anything yesterday because honestly the whole day was spent in the most idyllic way. Evan and I pretty much spent the day with each other, minus a couple of hours where he had basketball practice in the morning and I went to meet Jerica at Greensy. I slept over at his on Saturday night after going to his friend Claudia’s 18th with him, because there was a huntsman at Emily’s place (since Friday night, really) and it had moved from the living room to the bedroom over Saturday, whilst we were out. Evan tried to move it with me but we ended up just making it incredibly aggravated and it hid in the little gap between the curtain and the north wall of the bedroom. In the end we just decided that the easiest and safest thing to do was for me to go home with him and at least get a little sleep in a spider-less room. It was rather lovely in the end, considering we weren’t ready to say goodbye to each other on Saturday night anyway. A bunch of his friends asked us to go to Merri Park and smoke with them and I was honestly kind of tempted, because it was free and because I was thinking it would be kind of fun to get high with him. He said that he wanted to get high with me for the first time at his brother’s place, because then I’d get to meet his brother and his brother’s girlfriend too. He really loves me. It’s a little baffling that somebody could just fall in love with me so quickly after the grief I experienced with Ikaros, the months that I waited for him to catch up to me in regards to the feelings that I had developed for him. After a year and a half of wishing somebody would love me the way I loved them, it’s just so refreshing being with somebody who could love me instantly, whose so sure of his love for me that it feels absurd not to let me know purely for convention’s sake alone.

Evan and I stayed up again last night, because we couldn’t get enough of each other’s company. We did this challenge he found online this one time: 36 questions to fall in love. The idea is that two people sit down and answer the same 36 questions given by the website and that by the end of the 36 questions, they’d have either fallen in love or would be falling in love, because of the intimate nature of the questions. The answers Evan and I managed to share with each other did turn out to be rather intimate. I was surprised by how much I managed to tell him. I told him about the time thathi broke my bed whilst I was on it, and about achchi amma and seeya thatha taking care of me and all the jigsaw puzzles seeya thatha would number for me. I told him a little more about my being sick, and about my mother. In turn, he told me about his parents and growing up in his brother’s shadow, of being a shy child and how he believes that being that closed off for so long has allowed him to become the open and free person that he is now. We were both surprised to discover through answering these questions, that neither of us have really managed to hold onto any childhood regret or embarrassment, that we’ve allowed ourselves to be unburdened of all our past shames. We are not at all pent up, and this revelation was such a welcome occurrence. I also discovered that affection and love play a major role in his life, and he considers them to be perhaps the most important things he could hold. I agreed. I don’t know if it shows through these pages, but I’m a person who loves giving myself to others. I enjoy spending time with the people I love, and showing people that I love them. I trust wholeheartedly and from the beginning of any relationship (romantic or platonic), and will always believe that people are inherently good. There was a question that asked what superpower or special skill would we ask for if we could have one. Not only did he guess straight away that I would say ‘flight’, but he also answered with ‘universal compassion’ for himself. He said that he wants to be the kind of person who can put himself in another person’s shoes without fail, and will then always understand why people act the way they have. He’s already so compassionate, so sincere and kind and sure of himself, I’m sure he’s not far off from attaining this universality he so strives for. I love him so much. I told him last night that I had never been with someone who had brown eyes before, like not romantically, and that being with him was like being at home, and looking into his eyes felt like I was looking at somebody who knew me and who understood me.

He told me that he had made a promise to his ex, that when he meets somebody else and moves on from her, he wouldn’t let her know and he’d even try and keep the knowledge of his new relationship from her. He told me last night though, that he kind of just hopes that he won’t have to see or speak to her again because what we have now is so so important and he doesn’t want anything to jeopardise it or potentially harm it in any way. I just took a massive break from writing too, because I had to send him a link to the song ‘Warm Enough’ by The Social Experiment because I just realised that J. Cole is the guy who wrote the last verse of that song, and also that song kind of reminds me of all the ways that Ikaros failed me, or I guess all the ways we failed each other, and the way that that relationship made me feel: like a thing that was second to him, not equal to him. But J. Cole’s verse in that song shows that the person who considers themselves first before all others, is also experiencing some remorse over their inherent ways. It’s not that Noname Gypsy is not warm enough for summertime, it’s just that J. Cole is. I mean the respective voices that they adopt in the song. I told Evan about all the difficulty I had with getting Ikaros to consider my feelings and to be emotionally faithful to me, and how his actions during our time together kind of drove me towards meeting and being with other people even whilst I was with him. I told him that I technically did cheat or at least felt like I did cheat in my last relationship, because I was really only doing exactly what Ikaros had been doing. Evan told me that it didn’t sound like Ikaros really respected me, so I was in the clear morally, because I’m a person too and I deserve to feel loved. I can’t believe I met him, I really can’t. I think meeting him has become a highlight in my life. I don’t know, everything’s happened so quickly and I know the rest of it doesn’t have to follow this rapid trend, but I wouldn’t actually mind if it did. Even so, we have enough time. I expect to know him for decades to come. I feel like what I have with him could stand the test of time. I feel like we both really want it too as well. I feel like he’s already writing me into his future. And I’m writing him into mine, and I’m really happy just thinking about this.

He went into the city before he came to see me yesterday, around 3 p.m. was when we finally met up after I left his place in the morning. He rocked up with a little JBL Charge 3, which is a smaller version of the massive portable speaker akki got Anthony for Christmas this year. We spent what was essentially the entire day yesterday showing each other our music. I listened to J. Cole’s last two albums, and he listened to ‘Acid Rap’ and also ‘The Social Experiment’, their first album. We also had sex a bunch of times this weekend, three to be precise. The first time was as organised on Saturday, before Claudia’s 18th. It was funny though, because we were acting really insanely cute at that party and Evan’s friends asked how long we’d been together and we said ‘just over a month’ because it had been, and they would woo whenever we kissed or anything, and referred to us at one point as an old married couple, because of the way we behaved around each other; there was an air of comfort and familiarity with us that seems odd to have been attained only within a month or so of knowing each other. Also keeping in mind the fact that that day also happened to be the first day we’d had sex, it was just kind of funny to think that we had maybe strengthened that level of comfort by becoming more physically intimate. The sex was fantastic, by the way. It was as intense as I thought it would be and I was very into it, even though he was fingering me during the foreplay. I only told him this morning that historically I didn’t like fingering too much, but it’s actually really really hot when he does it. I think it’s because his hands are so large and tough, masculine. Goodness, I could talk about this for days. But I’m typing this all at uni right now, between my classes. I have advanced screenwriting in a little over an hour, about 70 minutes. The class goes until 5:45 p.m. and I don’t have enough time to eat anything beforehand so I’ll probably leave that class feeling rather hungry. All I had for breakfast was a small bowl of porridge and a little square of Lindt chocolate. I made breakfast for us today and I also made Evan lunch on Saturday and dinner last night, but the last two meals were literally just spicy mi goreng. I’m feeling a little sleepy right now, because I only got about four hours of sleep last night, because I was so immersed in this boy. We’ve been killing sleep at every opportunity we’ve had to be together. He’s coming over again tomorrow, so I’ll be sleeping alone tonight after spending the last two nights with him. We spoke about this right before we parted ways this morning, about how tonight is going to be a bit lonely. But Tuesday night will be lovely again, and we’ll get to sleep in on Wednesday morning too. We also kind of slept in today. I mean I woke up a bit before 7:30 a.m. and he woke up whilst I was in the bathroom, so unfortunately he had to wake up alone. I felt really bad about that. Anyway, we only really left bed at 10:30 a.m., because we were listening to music for a little while longer. And then we had sex again, and it was really really fun but also a little fast because I gave him head beforehand so I think he was perhaps already halfway to cumming before he put the condom on. I wanted to go down on him though, because he’s so sweet and sweet people like him deserve blowjobs. I don’t even know what to write about, how to structure this morning’s pages, because there’s just so much wonderful stuff to talk about and I know I can’t possibly talk about all of it. In fact, I’m toying with the idea of just writing a fourth page right now to make up for the fact that I didn’t write anything yesterday, maybe a descriptive piece of this boy. Oh, I have a few more things to say about the questions we asked of each other last night. There was a question that asked us to name five things each that we enjoyed or admired of our partner. He said that he loved my nose and the way it’s so defined, and how its definition adds to the already impressive quality of my smile. He said that he also loved how my bottom lip has a perfect part in the middle. He likes the way my hair can be pushed to one side and can stay put, and the way my hair frames my face. He likes my singing voice! He heard me sing a lot yesterday. He likes the way I can grow bashful in front of him, and the way that I curl up next to him. Some things he didn’t even want to tell me, because he felt that they were secret things that he just wanted to silently cherish or enjoy. He wasn’t going to tell me about the bottom lip thing but then I asked if these things he admired were things I might change or grow self-conscious of if he were to tell me about them and he decided that I couldn’t change the lip thing so it wouldn’t hurt if he told me. If anything it helped, it made me feel really loved. I didn’t know if he’d noticed too much of the detail in my face despite staring at me so much, because I’ve been rather playful and active with my exploration of him, I mean I’m always touching his face and his upper body. To be fair, he’s been using his hands a lot too, but mostly on my back and my hips and my ass, and my legs, not so much with my face. He really likes my ass. I think it’s safe to assume at this point that I have a great ass. I know I shouldn’t objectify myself but I just can’t help but feel really really happy right now, okay? Don’t take this from me. Let me be a little indulgent, and feel really grateful and satisfied and loved. I feel like I’ve been starved for this level of emotional intimacy for far too long. The way we’ve been taking each other in, it’s been so raw and uninhibited, and we’ve just been on the same wavelength the entire time. Everything feels really smooth and RIGHT.

Okay it’s a little past 2:30 p.m. now and I need to do my reading before my tutorial starts, so I think I’m going to end this fourth page here, about halfway down the page. Actually, I’m a bit over halfway. It’s not about filling space though, right? These pages are getting easier to fill and I think the reason why is because I’ve been writing shit for the past few weeks. I haven’t been challenging myself, giving myself prompts or any restrictions to aid in the creation of a marketable, shareable piece. It could easily be a personal narrative piece, if I just make myself write more elegantly as I do in these pages. I have read back through what I’ve written in these pages occasionally, and everything reads as a rather basic journaling exercise. Yes. I think it’s time to challenge myself, explore some new genres and shake it up a bit. Maybe I can try some actual journalism tomorrow. I had my second lecture for that subject just now. We looked at interviewing skills, technique and etiquette mostly. Our example interviewer was Jeremy Paxman, who straight up asked a politician why he failed? Like he had a bit of background info, and then delivered the question as ‘Why did you fail?’. How much more straightforward and brutal can you get? He did come off as a bit condescending at times, but at others he seemed more passionate and sincerely interested in what his subjects had to say, and also in calling out his subjects on their bullshit. I’d like to see what I can accomplish in this class. I might end up surprising myself, although it’s hard to say that too, considering my past difficulties with journalistic writing.