#keyboard iz broken

[rjalker]

kamala harri ju_t _aid "never again!!!" in reference to Trump being pre_ident _hile zhe'_ funding genocide

[emma-exsanguia]

last nite i dreamt i fell asleep w/ horror game sfx asmr n the background. i woke up 2 a new dream within the dream n tried 2 turn it off but my keyboard wz broken and i cudnt hit pause (bcoz n real life i ofc cudnt turn off the sleep sounds from my bed). the rest of my dream ws largly a frustration of not bn able 2 talk coz.. well i talk a lot n my sleep. i usd 2 sleepwalk a lot 2 but anyway but if my body iz so numb i cant sleeptalk it enters my dream and its hard 2 talk. very annoying tbh. im used 2 it but its still a fight evry nite. also there were a lot of big spiders. not tht those wer particularly significant but ya lots of spiders 4 sum reason.

[describe-things]

hello, you may have noticed thiz blog izn't az active az normal -- that'z becauze my laptop keyboard iz broken and doezn't let me uze certain keyz. Az you can probably guezz from thiz pozt.

If you are able to add IDz to poztz that don't have them, plz do zo. I literally can't until my laptop ztartz functioning again. Zometimez it'll randomly ztartz orking again, but mozt of the time it'z....making me do thiz inztead :/

[qhiq]

ok i need to make a pozt about numberz

(s is replaced with z and x is replaced with ekz due to my broken keyboard and i dont want to copy and pazte every letter becauze thiz iz bazically nonzenze rambling)

when im calculating zomething, thinking of the perzonalitiez for the numberz helpz me or haz me juzt thinking about them, and idk why, but it doez help me do math and calculate zo pleaze dont judge 1 iz grey, iz probably lazy and haz an office job where they wake up go to work go home from work and zleep, i zee 9 having big blackmail towardz 1 and thatz why 1 workz for him or zomething like that (ekzplained later) 2 iz yellow, like a young toddler or kid, but itz very nice and likez making flower crownz 3 iz green, probably the weird couzin/neighbor that tried following every cringe trend thinking it waz cool, that one perzon who made among uz referencez every 3 zecondz during that period, probably alzo doeznt care about itz hygiene but it thinkz itz not important but it actually really zmellz (thiz all may be due to my hatred of the letter 3) 4 iz red or maroon, that one wine aunt archetype, but itz bazically like a mother to 2 and iz very zweet to 2, with all the 2+2 iz 4 2*2 iz 4 2^2 iz 4, probably zmokez 5 iz orange, bazically perzonified friday (may be due to friday being the fifth day of the week) iz an older zibling to 2, mozt likely haz cool zunglazzez and ridez a zkateboard, it alzo makez zenze that 5*5 iz REALLY cool, 25 iz 2 and 5 together, making it cool and zweet, and alzo iz juzt 5 with 5 again making it zuper cool 6 iz probably cyan, i zee it like a nerdy girl that iz really into fandomz and fanart but iz very zecretive about it, alzo haz very great gradez but not in the zmart way but in the i learned thiz for 1 tezt and forgot about it after the tezt day, iz probably and zecretly a furry 7 iz complicated with itz colour, but probably dark blue, i zee it az zomething like an incel, having one time a relationzhip with 6 but that didnt work out (6*7= 42) and itz older zibling 8 hating them (thatz why 8*7 iz kinda weird) , but when 7 realized it waznt 6 that ruined their relationzhip but 7, it looked within and iz ztriving to be a better perzon (and thatz why 7*7 iz higher aka 49) and now itz chill with everyone 8 iz baby blue, being zome zort of book nerd or cinema geek analyzing everything, it alzo haz zome zort of deal with 9, (and thatz why 8*9 iz ztrangely 72) 9 iz purple, definetly, nothing elze, like a evil zupervillain that iz a ceo of a big zecret company that everyone knowz about but alzo noone knowz about, probably haz a zuit, it makez *evil dealz with everyone* and thatz why anything*9 iz zo weird and zketchy (tumblr would probably make him into a zekzyman or zomething)

0 iz white and got lozt in the woodz one time and went mizzing, nobody knowz about itz perzonality or character before it went mizzing az it ztayed home all day and night, itz a myztery how 0 got food or water or anything, when itz mentioned to any of the numberz they all act like they heard nothing (hence the +0/-0/*0 etc.) anyway thatz my huge ramble about goddamn numberz, if anyone elze feelz like thiz or wantz to add anything feel free to

[rjalker]

keyboard iz currently broken zo can't uze all keyz, thiz pozt haz all the timeztampz

"https://rjalker.tumblr.com/post/729116038360399872/timestamps-for-flashing-lights-and-stuff-in-the"

Okay so unfortunately i could only find one timestamp and not how long it could last for

Its at 27:36 and was noted by @rjalker

Sorry for two asks in a row but better to be safe

ooo yes thanks for that!!! ill put a flash tw there just in case. thanks for looking out :))

[benwrey]

i love ur art style..... n ur typing style is so valid n neat..... ur benrey.......... passes the vibe check w flying colors bro

BWWWWWWWWBBBBBBBBB THANK U ZO MUCH!!!! a kizzaroo from me to you /p

[iznsfw]

Chaeyeon with mnet director to join swf smut would be a nice smut

Private Video

IZ*ONE's Lee Chaeyeon & Male Reader Smut

The light lit inside the Mnet company buildings outshines the moon.

It's not uncommon for your nights to be busy. There is a lot of work to do that twenty-four hours just couldn't fit. There is the pitching of new survival shows, debuting of new K-Pop groups, producing new music…

Yeah, there's just a lot of work to do.

That is why you are still in your office, slouched in your swivel chair while your fingers type out a new e-mail to send to the new interns. The interns are in charge of the posting in the official social media accounts, and it just so happens that one of them screwed up and posted a porn site link instead of a link to the online official merchandise site. They have since been suspended.

What a fucking idiot, you think to yourself. Fury can be heard in the way your hands quickly type an angry yet formal e-mail. The keyboard would have broken if your typing were any more aggressive.

You are glad that the lights in your office are switched off; anyone would get scared if they could get a clear view of how angry your expression is.

Once you hit "send", you lean back in your chair, satisfied with how the e-mail is written. After the exhausting reading of letters and contacting of distant producers you've done, you deserve a break.

What's a better break than ordering McDonald's?

You reach for your phone to make the order. Maybe a large fries would help relax you, plus a chicken sandwich. But before you could, you notice a text message that was sent to you is shown underneath the current time displayed on your lockscreen: 2 in the morning. Curiosity causes you to click on it to see who sent it.

The notification brings you to your messaging app. It opens up to a new conversation log with someone by the name of "IZ*ONE LEE CHAEYEON."

Oh, right! Lee Chaeyeon! You have almost forgotten that she even exists. As March draws closer and closer, you have forgotten the Produce girl group Mnet debuted back in 2018.

You wonder what their main dancer is messaging you about.

IZ*ONE LEE CHAEYEON: Like what you see?

Beneath that message is a picture of her. It seems to have been taken right after her "Into the New World" performance, seeing that she is wearing the white cropped jacket and skirt given to her by the stylist.

It's a mirror selfie of Chaeyeon sitting on the white table in the dressing room, leg angled to show a generous view of her milky thigh. Her eyes are sultry as she gazes in the mirror, staring into your soul from the screen.

You lick your lips. She looks so delicious. It would be a shame if one weren't to spread those legs and fuck her against the—

You couldn't stop yourself. Forgetting your role as a director, you quickly write a response.

You: Oh yeah

Immediate regret fills your being after you send it. You want to throw up! "Oh yeah"? "Oh yeah"? Who the hell says "Oh yeah" after seeing that kind of picture?

But apparently Chaeyeon doesn't mind. She has sent you another message, one you quickly read.

IZ*ONE LEE CHAEYEON: Let's make a deal, shall we?

IZ*ONE LEE CHAEYEON: How about u get me into the new dance program ur pitching after disbandment

IZ*ONE LEE CHAEYEON: And in return I'll send you a video ;)

Your breath hitches in your throat.

Is this even morally right? Ethically right? Mentally, emotionally, whateverlly right? You are a director, and she's one of the girls you are managing so isn't there some kind of uncomfortable power dynamics at play here?

But these kind of deals happen more often than the common K-Pop enjoyer thinks, you try to reason to yourself. This stuff happens everyday! And besides, wasn't Chaeyeon the first to initiate this deal? You're not even much older than her!

You do not want to get fired. Your job as a director pays well and puts food on the table. You do not want to throw that all away for a hot girl. You're just not that kind of person.

You look at Chaeyeon's picture just to make sure if you aren't. You drink in her naughty gaze, her toned legs, and tight stomach.

Hmm, maybe you want to.

You cannot believe you are doing this.

Alright, Mnet is about to jumpstart several new survival show programs, right? Let's see… Girls Planet 99? No, Chaeyeon has already done Produce 48; there's no need for another. Boys Planet 99? Obviously out of the options. Street Woman Fighter? No, she's—

Street Woman Fighter?

This is perfect! It's a dance survival show, perfect for a main dancer.

You message her after going through the options.

You: Let's see

You see a wiggly typing bubble appear on the left side of the screen that quickly transforms into her response.

IZ*ONE LEE CHAEYEON: That wont work

IZ*ONE LEE CHAEYEON: i want a guaranteed spot in the show

IZ*ONE LEE CHAEYEON: U wouldn't want to miss a good video

She's right; you wouldn't.

Lee Chaeyeon is too good at playing this game. Far too good.

But still… what if—

A sudden ring of a notification from your phone.

IZ*ONE LEE CHAEYEON: What about a little something 2 encourage you? ;)

You almost drop your phone in shock.

Chaeyeon has sent a picture of her, still in the skirt but now without the black shorts, with two fingers plunged deep inside her pussy. You could clearly see her wet folds and how her hole stretches to swallow her fingers.

Holy fuck.

You could feel heat gathering in your stomach. You could only imagine what it would be like if those were your fingers fucked into her warm pussy, digits pounding in and out of her while she leans against the mirror with her legs spread wide and head thrown back.

Your hand trails to your crotch.

She seems to know exactly what you are doing since she sends you another message.

IZ*ONE LEE CHAEYEON: Dont jerk off just yet

IZ*ONE LEE CHAEYEON: I could send u the video now

IZ*ONE LEE CHAEYEON: If you send me proof you got me in the program :P

Alright, alright! She wins!

You hurriedly open your computer again. You click twice on Excel and search for the spreadsheet of Street Woman Fighter participants. At the bottom, you quickly write "LEE CHAEYEON, FORMER IZ*ONE". You almost misspell her name with how frantic your typing is.

Okay, done.

You snap a picture of the monitor screen as proof for the dancer and send it to her. Place yout phone flat on the desk and let out a heaving sigh; you pray to God that this is enough for her.

But seeing what you are doing: sneaking in a junior just because she has promised you intimate photos and videos of herself, you are sure God would not want to answer your prayers.

A sudden notification ring from your phone hints that maybe He will.

IZ*ONE LEE CHAEYEON has sent you a video

Switch your phone on with shaking fingers.

The thumbnail of the video she has sent you tells you that you have sealed a deal.

Earphones plugged in, dick in hand. Let's go!

"Hi, oppa," says Chaeyeon in the video, a naughty smile playing on her lips. She sits back on the desk and leans against the mirror. "Are you done with work?"

You lick your lips as she dips her camera to show her spread thighs resting on the surface of the table. You start to pump yourself slowly, relishing the sight of

If only you could reach for something from a screen away…

"Maybe Chaeyeon could be your reward for working so hard. Would you like that?"

Yes indeed.

Her sighs and moans are background music to the scene of Chaeyeon rubbing her clit. Her finger gently draws tight circles over it, occasionally dragging wetness that gathers in her slit to the sensitive nub. You could see how her thighs shake in pleasure.

Fuck.

Chaeyeon places the phone on the protruding frame of the mirror to fully show her spread legs and pussy. You could see her nipples erect underneath the cropped jacket.

Obscene slime-like sounds of wetness add to her moans. After she rubs several number 8s on her clit, she gently eases a finger into her hole.

"Fuck!"

Her middle finger sinks deep inside her pussy. Chaeyeon's thighs squeeze around her own hand as if trying to stop it, but also trying to coax it deeper.

"Oh… oh shit," she gasps. Her juices gush from her slit like a waterfall. She fingers herself with much gusto, eagerness increasing whenever the pad of her finger reaches just far enough to rub her spot. Her hips buck up into her finger for more.

"Oh… oh, oppa," she sighs. "I don't think I can fit another. I'm too tight."

The pitiful words just make you pump yourself harder. Just the thought of a talented girl who looks so tough on stage reduced to a mess of sobs and moans at just one finger could make you combust, but you want to finish this video.

"But I'll try," Chaeyeon promises firmly in between gasps. "Because I want to be a good girl for oppa."

After a few more rough fingerings, she pulls out her soaked finger and brings it to her mouth. Her pink lips wrap around it and suck it clean. All the while, her eyes remain on the camera.

She trails her fingers down her sensitive bare stomach. She experimentally dips both of her fingers inside.

"Ohhh!" Her eyes shut close as she thrusts her fingers into herself harder. "Oh fuck, oppa! It feels so good!"

She clenches around her fingers and rides them desperately until she has stuffed herself full to the knuckles. She unzips her jacket to free her breasts. Her brown nipples are stiff from both the ministrations in her pussy and the cool air. She licks one finger from her spare hand and rubs it on her nipple, squeezing it in her palm.

Her high-pitched moans increase when she gently rubs her clit. She rubs it from side to side, pressing down on it to feel more of the delicious pressure that forms in her stomach.

"Hngh… hnghhh, hnggh!" Sappy sounds increase as she rubs her clit from side to side faster. "Fuck, oppa!"

Chaeyeon squirts all over. Your jaw drops while your eyes scan the juices that puddle on the table and stain the once-clear mirror. Despite the squirting, Chaeyeon doesn't stop; instead, she increases her rubbing and fingering till her cum sprays everywhere. Her moans turn into loud, broken screams.

Your pumps get faster and faster. The knot in your stomach snaps when you ejaculate all over the laptop screen. Your cum is design to the scene of Chaeyeon gasping and panting, slumped against the mirror and legs spread wide.

"Oh my god," says Chaeyeon, still in a daze. "I've… I've never squirted before. I'm so wet."

Her stuttered words evoke more ropes of cum from you. You gasp in your seat as Chaeyeon begins to gently rub circles on her clit again, making her squirt even more.

Her glistening pussy is soaked. You sorely wish that you were there behind the screen with her, pounding her to a pulp. It would have been so great to see her cum fifty more times.

You could say the same for yourself when you see her ride her fingers again, and the remaining two minutes in the video.

It's going to be a long long night.

[artificialqueens]

Choices (Ex-Brooke x Yvie) - ImposterZoe

AN: This was written when I was so tired I was seeing double on my keyboard. That being said Mistress is amazing. TW: Cheating Enjoy! IZ

The cold bit at Yvie's bare skin as she ran faster than she thought possible. She'd managed to throw her boots on before she left but her thin T-shirt and leggings did nothing to protect her.

She didn't have her phone or wallet on her. They were in her coat and she'd dropped her coat when she walked into their bedroom.

Scarlet's bedroom, she mentally screamed at herself, my home is no longer where she is!

She didn't know where she was going, just letting her feet carry her away. She couldn't tell if she was numb from the cold or the shock.

She'd walked in on her now ex-girlfriend Scarlet fucking her friend Ra'jah. There had been screaming, fake apologies, and Ra'jah suggesting Yvie just joined them.

Scarlet had tumbled out of bed, giving Yvie a clear view of the marks Ra'jah had left on her.

She'd whipped around jumped in her boots and dashed out the door. Scarlet called after her but she was already gone. Scarlet didn't chase her.

That was an hour ago and Yvie didn't know where she was anymore. It was on of fancier part of town. For some reason everything looked vaguely familiar but she couldn't fathom why.

She slowed her sprint to a walk, wrapping her arms around herself. The street she was walking on was deserted. (Mainly because any reasonable person wouldn't be outside when it damn near 23°F but that's neither here nor there)

She froze outside a typical house surban house. It was familiar. It had the same green yard and metal mailbox as all the other streets. The mailbox caught her eye.

Hytes was very neatly printed on the side.

Oh fuck.

"Yvie?" she hears behind her. Turning, Yvie sees none other than Brooke Lynn Hytes standing on the porch. She was older, her hair longer, her eyes sadder but no less bright.

Oh fuck.

Yvie doesn't even let Brooke ask questions.

She sprints off, hearing yet another ex-girlfriend call after her as she runs. Her feet make their way to the old park she and Brooke used to visit.

Again she slows, this time walking to a tucked away bench by the lake. The cold metal bit through her leggings as she sat.

She stared at the lake, memories mixing and colliding in her mind. She wasn't thinking about Scarlet anymore.

In her mind's eye she saw herself and Brooke growing up on this bench. They were children when they first saw it through the trees. Hiding and having picnics.

Teenagers shyly holding hands. Exchanging the first of many kisses. The first of many "I love you's."  

Seniors finally coming out to their parents.

Yvie getting accepted and Brooke not. They held each other on that bench  as they both cried for different reasons. Brooke's family calling to say that they loved her and that they were sorry.

The first time Brooke had seductively whispered in her ear, "I want you, Baby."  

Yvie slowly admitting that she had found someone else. Brooke having no reaction besides telling Yvie she would be there when Scarlet hurt her.

Yvie had screamed in her face and ran.

A year later they met up and Brooke told her about Vanessa, the supposed girl of her dreams. Yvie had smiled and told Brooke that she was still with Scarlet.

The conversation was fine until Brooke had blurted that she would leave Vanessa for Yvie in a heartbeat.  

Yvie had calmly responded that she wouldn't leave Scarlet for the world. Then she walked away to Brooke screaming that staying with Scarlet was the wrong choice. That would be the last she saw of Brooke for two years.

Later she would hear the Brooke had moved to Tampa to be with Vanessa. It would be a long time before Yvie realized why her heart had broken at the news.

She had heard that Brooke was back home recently but hadn't gotten around to check if it was true.

Feeling something wet her cheek, Yvie snapped out of her memories. It was snowing. She was crying.

It snowed hard and soon an inch covered the ground.

Tears slowly made their way down her face. She watches them melt in the snow. She feels her lips start to hurt and she wonders if they’re blue.

"I could die here," she whispers to herself. And she laughs.

Her tears fall faster as she laughs harder. She doesn't notice a coat making its way around her shoulders. She doesn't notice her laughter turning to sobs. She doesn't notice Brooke holding her close as it does.

She only truly notices Brooke when she wipes the tears away. Her finger was soft and warm on Yvie's cheek. Yvie grabs her hand and places it palm down on her cheek.

"What happened?" she whispers.

Yvie can't look her in the eyes as she sniffles. "You were right. Staying with her was the wrong choice. She ended up hurting me." Brooke pulls Yvie in her lap, pressing her to her chest. It was just then that Yvie realized she was shivering.

"Vanessa?" Yvie whispers.

Brooke lets out a harsh laugh of her own. "Another wrong choice."

Yvie finally meets her eyes and brushes a blond lock from her face. "I missed you."

Brooke hummed in response. She shifted Yvie so that she was wrapped around Brooke.

Holding her koala style, Brooke slowly stood.

"Come on. You're gonna freeze to death."

"Who cares?" Yvie responds bitterly.

Brooke ignored her, moving fast through the park. Yvie stared over her shoulder, watching the snow crest the trees. They're at Brooke's in minutes.

"Why are you taking care of me," Yvie whispers as Brooke takes off her boots and sets her on the couch. A blanket finds its way around her shoulders. "I'm a wrong choice."

Brooke sits down and pulls Yvie in her lap. "Because I told you a long time ago, I would be here when she hurt you. You- look at me."

Yvie moved her gaze to Brooke's eyes.

"You made a wrong choice, Yvie. That doesn't make you a wrong choice."

Yvie burst out in tears. "You were the only right choice I ever made. And I let you go!"

Brooke rubbed her back as she wiped her tears away. "I still love you, Yvie. You can still have me. I can still be your right choice."

Yvie leapt from Brooke's lap and yanked her boots. Brooke was up in seconds.

"Yvie! You'll freeze out there! Where are you going?"

Yvie crossed the room and pressed her lips to Brooke's. Brooke pulled her closer and let Yvie's tongue in her mouth. Yvie's tears wet her cheeks.

Yvie savored the kiss, before pulling away.

"You're smart Brooke. So make a better choice than me." Then she was out the door, the snow not slowing her one bit.

Brooke screamed her name and started to run after her. But Yvie was faster and she darted around the corner before Brooke could reach her.

Brooke would have to give up if she didn't want to get lost in the snow.

Yvie had friends in the area she could stay with. She trusted her feet to get her there.

But Brooke was wrong. She was a bad choice. She was still a bad choice.

And she would be damned before she let Brooke make it again.

[larenoz]

Roswell New Mexico - Live Rewatch - Ep 1 - Pilot

So I don’t really have much in the way of original content on my blog. So I decided it might be fun to post the live blog I’ve been doing on discord of the rewatch our server is doing for Roswell, New Mexico over the hiatus period. 

I’ve only posted my comments, so there might be a couple of bits that look out of place. These are my responses to other people’s comments. I’m up to episode 6, so I will post the backlog and then do one a week until the re-watch is complete.

Be warned, there is swearing. 

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Sorry, cat decided it wanted a cuddle

I love the glass effect, it's so cool

You may not plan to see the small people again, Liz but we know it's gonna happen!!

Not gonna lie, I love poltics in my TV

You quote that verdict to him, Liz!!

That vent tells us so much about Liz in such a short period of time.

You're finally back says Max.Because he's been waiting for that to happen the whole time.

Excuse me Sheriff, with that good girl comment. Rude!

Arturo, playing along with Liz's mpreg story.

Fuck, I just realised - mpreg is canon!?!

Rosa!!

I want antenna headband

Cream on a milkshake is wrong.

So many people in this show have pretty eyes!!

Nooo.

Damn that's alot of lights to replace

I love that damn bullet hole in Liz's dress. It was the first indication they weren't gonna make everyone dumb as a bag of rocks and drag the storyline out FOR EVER.

Hoverboarding. Iz!!

Hey there Kyle!

Annnd here it comes, I'm in love.

That smug fucking grin. The song.

That look when he's trying to get the keys. That look would make you do just about anything.

That Michael monologue. It just gets better everytime I watch it.

Without a doubt, top 3 best character intros ever.

And we're only 15 mins in! I need to make less comments

I didn't think anyone was reading!! :wink:

"Untie some loose ends" - you go Iz

Oh Max you fucker. Telling Michael he wouldn't do anything for anyone else. Excuse fucking you.

Ok, blasting Max across the room is kinda hot. But then his guilty face! :sob:

And god, that little shoulder touch on Iz one the way out.

Another example of non-verbal storytelling. In one scene we get the fractured relationship between Max and Michael, we get that Iz and Michael are close and that both boys defer/protect Iz. So much with so little. It also sets up the physicality of the broken relationship between Max and Michael.

Others have commented on how Max is physically intimidating with people, and literally pushes Michael around, but to be fair, Michael is pretty much the same with Max (but never really with anyone else that we see on screen though we hear about it.

And then in a few lines, Iz gives us a lifetime of fears and concerns - dissection, prison, lying and hiding to loved ones - the rest of the season in seconds of dialogue

Ah, the ONLY thing that gives me Max feels is how dismissive both Iz and Michael are of Max's feelings about Liz. Especially annoying consider Michael should really fucking know better.

Yeah, because he's been pining for Alex just as long.

Unrequited love hurts just as much. Kiss or no kiss.

That's my take anyway.

Here it comes...

Typing may get bad. Cat is sitting on chest and I can't see keyboard.

Seriously, there is nothing overtly relationshippy or sexual, no pointed stares, but just how soft Michael is, even as he's making the real Manes man comment, you just know these two have a past, and that past was probably intimate.

The casual sex comment though, oh yeah they've fucked. That is such a fuck you comment to an ex.

And again with massive story in few words - Alex knocking his leg. "3/4 of one"

That run and tell Daddy line. The nastiest thing Michael says in the entire season, although we don't know that yet. And it strikes such a dissonant tone, even though we don't know why. I'm gonna put it down to things changing so much between shooting the pilot and the rest of the season.

Just my humble opinion but the shirt changing scene could've lasted longer. Just sayin'

Maths, lots and lots of maths

I love the glass SFX

Rosa!! "All our lives that kids been making eyes at you"

Oh Liz, such a good sister. Fixing up the memorial. And the braclets

Ah, sneaky Liz appears

Oh yeah can he keep a secret

Liz begging Max to tell her she isn't loosing her mind. Fuuuck.

Not cool Michael. Great control, but not cool.

Racist Hank, you douche bag

And Maria introduced as taking no shit from ANYONE.

Iz and her slideshow. I love that line.

Why is Iz so vehement that Michael would be so upset about telling Liz?

Max loosing it and Iz looking quite surprised. Forshadowing

yes, Iz no like about it. He is in love with her.

Ah Iz, Iz, Iz. "Too many secrets, things she can't ever know" you don't know the half of it.

Fall in love with someone else.  - If I could have, I would have. Fuck, Max, I feel you on that one.

Jesus, how do all these guys make dark flannel look so hot?

Dance it out. i don't dance in this town anymore, Kyle...

Hot take, I know everyone is mad for Trevino's cheekbones, but honestly, they aren't my thing. But his eyes, gods, his eyes. He has the best eyes on the show. God that make me sound like a freak.

"whatever" with that tiny, tiny almost invisible smirk. Yeah, you think you're all that

He manages that whole distraction use me, use me speech without coming off as a total wanker. And that is pretty amazing.

The station promo/ad on my cable channel has a bit for Roswell - tag line: "Beam me up hotties." Too right.

Scientist Liz!!

Needs answers now.

Fuck you Jesse Manes

I hate you already.

No Kyle, don't do it. But thank fuck he doesn't just start talking,

Yeah, nah Max. That's not how it works. It's not ok if people are nice to you but shitty to everyone else.

Why should Michael like the world? it's been pretty shitty to him!?!

Liz with the serial killer joke, just with the wrong person!!

The pods are sorta cool.

They could've been so chessy.

Now we know why the three of them are so close. And just about the only real bit of exposition on the show.

But will you Liz? Will you keep the promise?

Secret Bunker No 1

"This matters to you, so I'm here". :heart:

Do what Michael, what could you possibly mean?

"Just like you did 10 yrs ago".......

What are you max? Just a guy from Roswell

In Max's favour, when he says he stayed in Roswell, and didn't follow Liz because of Iz and Michael, he doesn't sound resentful, which is sort of what you'd expect here. I like that.And Max going to the reunion for Iz. And Liz tagging along even though she's expecting a bad reception.

"i don't save people all the time. I never save people" But you saved Liz, And why is that Max?

OT re Trevino's eyes. It was that gif set of him laying on his stomach  on his bed (?) with his doggo, looking up to the camera. That angle, OMG, his eyes....

And no verbal confirmation, just Liz realising exactly what Max said - that even though he's in a job where he'd be in contact with sick/dying people alot, he's never saved anyone before. Omph

Of course you remember the very first time you met, Max.

Little kid Max is sooo cute.

Ah you big sap, Max.

No kissing. An "Echo" of what he feels for Liz.

Nice choice of words there writers.

We see what you did there.

So far it's taken me 2 hrs to watch 50 mins

Fuck you again Jesse Manes

Swoon Kyle's eyes.

And we have Kyle's first exposure to the fact that the govt knows about aliens and did medical type stuff to them.  Does this hover in the back of his mind from now on? is this the reason for the quick reaction to his fathers actions at Caufield.?

No he's fucking not cooking meth. Seriously, Alex, what the fuck?

Sorry Alex, not cool, not cool AT all.

I want to see the outakes of Tyler saying phenyl-2-propanone

Because I'm a bitch like that

Yeah, that so serious up close and personal for straight people....

And there is Alex's nastiest line - You're wasting your life. Gods, that is such a shit thing to say to Michael.

And re outtakes because Tyler would laugh and do that thing where he covers his mouth as he trys to stop himself giggling. That's soooo cute.

But anyway, back to the show...

Oh, he wants to hold something, Michael but it's not your hand...

Macho cowboy swagger.

Did it get old for you.

No it did not get fucking old for him. At all.

Michael walking away with arm around girl. Noting for those who say they didn't realise Michael was bi after watching the pilot. How?

How could you miss it?

You go Maria - dying alone of syphillis to bitch

Maybe Liz does still dance in Roswell!! She just needs a good reason.

And that song begins.

"You can't hide from who you are". Alex's prothesis as he looks at himeself skating in the slide show. Fucking killing us.

And it only gets worse-

I don't thnk that's an unpopular opinon at all. That's totally where I see his headspace. But that does result in him saying some nasty shit to Michael. And it's because we know it's not true that it hurts so much.

Fair warning it may take me half an hour to get through the next 2 mins of show!!

Long shot - "Nostalgia's a bitch"

Fuck, the way Michael looks at Alex as he's leaning against the door. People have started wars to have someone look at them like that. That's Greek epic shit right there.

Then cut shot to Max and Iz looking at Liz.

Alex expecting Michael to be gone from Roswell.

"Is that what you want" as Michael takes a step closer. Not "wanted", but "want".

"What I want doesn't matter" as they both slowly sway towards each other. Bullshit, Alex. What you want is ALL that matters. Fuck everything else.

Michael's eyes flicking up to Alex's face....

And Michael launches himself at Alex like a dying man.

God, how do you even describe that kiss?? Everything about it is just.......

But it's more than just the fire. Its the tenderness of Michael gently craddling Alexs' head even though the kiss is passionate and desperate.

Battery break

And then, back to reality - Iz knows that Max has told Liz.

And then Jess Fucking Manes (I fututus et mori in ignie cunne) (don't look that up it's very bad swearing) talking about being monsters who despise compassion and love. Projecting much.

"Thrive on our tragedy". Die MF Die

Despise Love over a visual of Michael and Alex. Die some more you MF

But you haven't told Liz everything have you Max. There's still some stuff you're hiding.

"When the truth hunts you down"

Yeah, that truth is going to hunt you down and fuck you up Max

My house just wobbled.

No, there isn't a secret that is safe.

And people will be caught in the crossfire - have already.

"What's lost will be found, when the truth hunts you down."

Well doesn't that one line sum up a ton of shit that goes down in the rest of the season.

And fin

3 hrs

That was not what I planned.

[manyourlookingood]

guus im losing my mind today my keyboard keys are kinda broken somehow idk how btu like my my brain is unot fucncitingigkgn FUCNITNG FUNCTIONING RN BCS BYLER IZ ROOTTING MY BRAIN SO HELP PLS

[rjalker]

[my keyboard iz broken. virtual keyboard iz tiring to uze]

ell. anyay. I can finally read Flatterland. afer ho man detour and ditraction? Firt I had to top on page 4 to make the tranlation o I ouldn't get Corrupted. then it mentioned phereland. hich mentioned The Planivere. hich mentioned An Epiode of Flatland.

o no. I can finally read Flatterland. unle another Flatland-inpired tory ant to drop out of the ky before I get to page 4 again.

[dice-and-die]

Downpouring Thunder (an IZ fic)

It had been a horrible day at skool. Zim was feeling worse than ever, because several out of control wild things had happened to him today. He had eaten food that made his insides feel like they were on fire, threw up all over his desk, got tripped by the same skool bully twice, stabbed his arm with his pencil when Miss Bitters had startled him by calling on him, not to mention she had asked him a question that he didn’t know the answer to but had insisted on forcing an answer that was obviously going to be wrong out of him, and last but not least Dib had been there at every turn, laughing at Zim.

It was already bad enough that Zim had finally, after months of mental breakdowns and being in denial, accepted that the Tallests hated him for what he was.. A worthless.... haywire.... broken...... defective.......... He hadn’t been the same ever since... he didn’t really have it in him to keep going anymore. Really all that Zim had left was Gir and Minimoose... and Dib... but Dib hated Zim, a-and Zim definitely hated Dib. Definitely.

Zim sighed in relief as the skool bell rang, finally he could go home and lay down and cry. He got up from his desk after everyone else started pushing and shoving out of the door. He stretched and looked outside, his eyes widening with clear shock at the grey clouds rolling in overhead. The filthy weather forecasting man had said there would be no rain! What an awful, lying, wretched little- Zim broke off from his train of thought as Dib came up to him and stuck his tongue out at him before saying “What are you just going to stay here all night?”

Zim glowered at the Dib “Shut up Dibmonkey I’m not in the mood!” He marched past Dib and out of the classroom. Outside, Zim paused to look up at the sky, wondering if he’d make it home before it started raining. He hadn’t bathed in paste today... Say, those clouds looked particularly darker than most rain clouds Zim had ever seen.. It made the irken feel a little more anxious, as he tentatively stepped out off the front steps of the skool. Dib marched past him, chuckling to himself. Zim glared and followed after him, since he had to go the same way to get home anyways.

Zim had only been following Dib for a few minutes when suddenly a clap of thunder boomed out through the clouds. Zim gave a high pitched cry of terror, running straight into Dib, knocking him over while simultaneously tripping over the boy. “Geez Zim what is your problem? Get off me!” He shoved the shaken alien up off him, glared at him, and continued on his way home. Zim shook his head, what did he have to be afraid of? There wasn’t anythi- he yelped again and took off after Dib, hiding behind him as the thunder clapped again. “What the- Zim it’s just thunder! Your not gonna die or anything!” He looked at the irken in confusion and exasperation. Zim only whimpered and lifted the tail end of Dib’s trench coat over his head as to his utter dismay, it began to rain, lightly at first.

“Aren’t you immune to rain Now Zim?” Dib asked curiously. “Wh- Immune? No! I bathe in paste stupid! I just...  haven’t today.... I DIDN’T KNOW IT WAS GOING TO RAIN TODAY! FILTHY WEATHER MAN AND HIS FILTHY LIES O-OF FILTH!” His voice shook with fear and agitation. He held his hand out from underneath Dib’s coat only to recoil and hiss in pain as the water burnt his sensitive skin. Just then lightning flashed and thunder roared, as the rain started to worsen. The irken gave a shriek of terror, and without thinking, he clung on to Dib like a small child. Dib was baffled by this behavior. Didn’t Zim hate him? Zim paused and looked Dib in the eyes, it dawned on the alien now exactly what he was doing. He recoiled in disgust only to be met with the burning rain.

The alien howled in pain before clinging back on to Dib, with no choice but to try to take shelter. Dib sighed and pulled his umbrella out of his backpack, opening it up. “There now get off me!” Zim promptly let go of Dib, his face was hot with embarrassment. The thunder clapped again and Zim made a poor attempt at stifling a frightened whimper. “Dib-stink why are you not fearing for your life?! It sounds as though the earth is tearing itself apart!” He looked at the boy in confusion and terror. “Because it’s not. It’s just a thunderstorm Zim” He stated this fact as though it were supposed to be obvious to the irken, while he continued to walk.

“Thunder storm? Wh- what even????... Elaborate please!” Zim growled confused and in a state of mild disbelief. Earth weather sure was FREAKIN CRAZY. Dib looked at Zim and continue to state these facts in a tone of voice that made it sound like Zim should know these things. It was irritating. “It’s just raining but way more intense. Occasionally it gets bad enough that trees will fall over, but that’s rare.” Zim felt uneasy and rather disturbed by this information. “You humans are crazy, with your stupid crazy death weather.” He growled. “Pffffft, death weather?” Dib was amused by this statement. “This isn’t even close to “death weather.” Zim looked at him in abject horror. “There’s worse weather than this?” He started shaking. “No no, I don’t even wanna know.” He said with a grimace on his face.

The two of them walked together in silence as they slowly approached Dib’s house. Zim sighed in relief before remembering that this was not where he was supposed to be. He coughed, covering up the sigh, and stopped at Dib’s doorway. “Ok, if I run really fast, I can make it. This me, without fear. I’m not showing fear..” He tensed, ready to run out into the rain. Dib left the door wide open and stood back, his eyebrows raised, watching the irken in amusement. Zim charged out into the downpouring rain, screaming at the top of his lungs like a war cry. He turned tail and fled back to the safety of Dib’s house, screaming, this time in pain.

He raced inside and cowered behind The couch, shaking and whining in a heated mixture of pain, agitation, and fear. Dib rolled his eyes, chuckling in amusement. “What the- you think this is funny?” Zim growled, glaring at the boy. “Yeah actually, it is. That was pretty stupid. You couldn’t have just came inside immediately?” He asked with a curious and amused look on his face. Zim just glared in angry silence. Dib shook his head and went upstairs, leaving the anxious alien alone for a moment. He threw a clean towel down to Zim. “Are you coming up or not?” He asked the sizzling water-burnt irken.

Zim caught the towel and dried off, before looking around and really taking the time to observe his surroundings. He climbed up the stairs to see the door to Dib’s room left ajar. He hesitated What am I doing? This is Dib territory. I could be completely and utterly at the human’s mercy if he decides to turn on me! In fact why hasn’t he turned on me already? He reluctantly moved forward, though he didn’t understand why he felt so compelled to be around his most dangerous enemy. He wasn’t a friend, an ally, or even someone of neutral trusting background. Zim could not fathom his want or need to be around Dib, nor could he currently accept either of those feelings.

Zim cautiously entered Dib’s room, getting a good and really observant look at it for the first time. He looked at the astounding amount of screens and monitors all grouped together in the corner of Dib’s room. He looked at all the posters and photos plastered on the walls of the room. Then he laid his eyes on the huge corkboard in Dib’s closet. It was filled with pictures of Zim with a bunch of strings and tacs attached. Dib wasn’t paying attention to Zim until the thunder boomed again and the irken shot underneath Dib’s bed. The boy crouched down and looked under the bed at his agitated alien. “You’ve heard louder noises than this before Zim. It’s just thunder. You don’t need to be afraid.”

Zim only glared out from under his hiding place like a cat. “I’m not coming out.” He grumbled. “It’s.... it’s nice down here.” The alien was an unconvincing liar.

“Whatever you say dude. I’ll be right here if you need me.”

“Pfff, Poor stupid Dibstink. I’m irken, I don’t NEED anyone.” He said, as he completely and utterly needed Dib in every friggen way possible.

Dib only rolled his eyes and sat up on his bed, tapping away at the keyboard of his laptop. The wind started to kick up outside, and the storm only worsened. He could hear the irken, squirming around and fidgeting uncomfortably under his bed. He knew something had been bugging Zim lately, he wasn’t his normal overly energetic and highly demanding self. Dib wondered why that could possibly be... He only shrugged and continued to type away on his laptop as the storm outside raged on.

Zim began to calm down a little bit, the darkness of being under Dib’s bed was nice and calming in an odd sort of way. He listened to Dib typing away on his laptop, rather than focus on the raging storm outside. Type type type type type type type.... type type... type.....  type...... Zim’s eyelids became heavy and he brought his knees up to his chest, curling up in a tight ball. He blinked slow and soft, his breathing slowing down as well. He wasn’t tired, and he certainly didn’t want to sleep. Instead he felt..... what was this feeling? He thought for a moment.... he wasn’t JUST calm... it was something else as well, mixed in there... peacefulness? Yeah that must be it... Zim felt peaceful... he smiled, honestly rather enjoying the feeling. He closed his eyes, listening to carefully to every little sound but at the same time, not noticing them at all. What a fantastic way to feel.. Zim wondered why he’d never felt this way before.....

Zim paused for a moment, and wondered.... Should I tell Dib the truth? Maybe he already knows. Maybe that’s why he isn’t trying to kill me right now, like he should be... Maybe.... Maybe I’ll stop feeling bad. The Dib HAS to know what some of these feelings are, right? Zim reluctantly broke the near silence, with a soft sigh. He peeked out from under the bed and looked up at Dib. “Hey.” He said quietly, finally getting the Boy’s attention. Dib looked at the irken, who was still surprisingly wrapped up in the towel. “Yeah Zim?” He asked almost as quietly.

“I’m going to tell you something ok? And for once, just once alright? Once! Just once you won’t laugh in my face... ok?” Zim looked Dib right in the eyes, with total seriousness. Dib was somewhat mildly shocked, and just nodded silently, wondering what oh-so serious thing on earth the little space bug was going to tell him.

Zim paused rather dramatically, as if he were still thinking about how to put it all into words...... “I’m not....” he sighed. “I’m not an invader anymore... and I don’t want to be anyways...”

[glumby]

apparently i've been following you zince i waz windybard and like.... omg???? that waz forever ago?? ?? it'z been great tho ur rlly good at art and im glad i've been following you thiz whole time 💞 (alzo yez i have a broken key on my keyboard guezz which one it iz??)

Haha I was so confused like what was this new typing style 😂😂 but thank u so much! I hope ur keyboard gets fixed soon lol

[jungkookienoona]

The Meme and His Tutor

Part 4: The Time Jungkook Broke His Keyboard

Recommended Song: Double Trouble by MAMAMOO

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Summary:

A month had gone by and Jungkook’s English had improved.

Genre: Fluff, comedy

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 1706

Length: 4/?

It had been a month since the first lesson and Jungkook's English had somewhat improved with the weekly lessons that followed. It was still broken but his vocabulary had expanded. During their last lesson, Namjoon had suggested that the next session be cancelled due to BTS's busy schedule, which you agreed to. However, about an hour later Jungkook sent you a message asking fir the lesson to be rescheduled to later in the evening instead of being cancelled. You were unsure at first, not quite believing him when he said that despite Namjoon’s absence, due to the later time, he had agreed to let Jungkook call on his own. It didn't take much to persuade you; a few smiley face emojis and one heart one (which may or may not have caused you to hit your knee as you stood up in shock). So when the familiar alert rang through the room, you were prepared for an odd lesson without your translator. You accepted the call as per usual and was greeted sight of a smiley yet tired looking Jungkook waving at you a bit sheepishly. You returned his smile.

"Annyeong Jungkook" You watched him lean forward and type something.

Ding! The message read 'Can't talk. Hyungz zleeping. Don't want to wake them up'.

You found his concern for his hyungs endearing but were confused by his use of the letter 'z' instead of 's'.

"What's with the z?" You ask.

Jungkook suddenly whipped around, head darting from side to side.

"Shhh," He hissed, a finger to his lips.

You apologise quietly. He leant forward slightly, the angle alluding to his toned chest that peaked out of a loose fitting white t-shirt, and produced a pair of headphones. Once plugged in, he offered you a thumbs up and you laugh freely.

"Shouldn't you be in bed?"

He nodded silently and looked down as he types.

'Wanted to zee you.'

In that moment you felt like you could have died happy. But you noticed the use of the 'z' again.

"Jungkook-ah, have you gotten confused with the alphabet?"

He shook his head 'no' then sent his reply. 'Broke 's' button playing Overwatch'.

You couldn't help but laugh. Of course, it was something gaming related. He looked like he wanted to say something and quickly got out his phone, typing something. Once he had finished he sent you a message.

'Iz it okay to juzt talk inztead of teach? I'm very tired.'

You looked up from the message and catch him mid-yawn. He looked exhausted with droopy eyes and slumped shoulders.

"You should go to bed. We can talk tomorrow."

He frowned deeply, 'Tomorrow buzy. Plz Noona?'

Your lips quirk into a smile.

"Sure Kookie. Tell me about your day."

You saw him get out his phone again, holding it as he typed.

'We learned new choreography today. It waz very tired. Oh, I'm uzing online interpretation in that way'  

"New choreography?"

'For new album'

"That's cool!" You replied, smiling brightly hoping to pass some of your energy onto Jungkook. His lips quirked and an idea came into your head. "Can you show me?"

His eyes widened, glancing over his shoulder into the darkness.

When he turned back he was grinning. 'Ok. I'll zhow you hook'

He got up out of his seat. You watched as he danced though you could tell it was lacking energy. When he sat back down he sent you another message.

'You like?'

You smiled and nodded feeling a tad guilty for asking him to dance when he was already tired. He seemed to hesitate before sending another message.

'Noona can we be friendz?' He was looking down, twiddling his fingers as if he was nervous.

A small gasp escaped your lips. Jungkook wanted to be your friend? And...He was nervous. An easy smile found its way onto your features.

"Sure Kookie, we can be friends."

His head whipped up, headphones slipping from his ears to his neck. He grabbed them with one hand while typing with the other.

'Really?'

"In case you forgot, you are my bias. Why wouldn't I want to be your friend?"

He looked dumbfounded for a second before giving you his famous bunny grin.

'Now have cool, zmart Noona az friend and tutor'

You laughed and without thinking said, "And now I have my cute, daebak bias as my friend and tutor."

You didn't realise you'd called Jungkook cute until he typed back 'Cute?'.

You blushed scarlet, wondering how many times you were going to embarrass yourself by calling him cute to his face. You shyly nodded and could've sworn you saw his cheeks turn pink despite the dim lighting of his room.

'How waz Noona day?'

You smiled at the message, understanding that he was trying to change the topic to stop things from becoming awkward.

"My day still isn't over yet, it's only the afternoon. But so far I've slept in and gone to college."

He brought out his phone again, furiously typing for a moment. You waited patiently for him to translate and then type.

'Did you zleep well? Noona muzt rezt and ztay healthy!'

"I did." Your eyes went to the time in the corner of your screen and you couldn't help but feel guilty again. "You need to sleep too!"

He shook his head. 'I'm good. Howz college?'

You hesitated, one part of you wanted to convince him to go to bed while another more selfish part of you was thrilled that he wanted to spend more time talking to you. Evidently that side one.

"It was good. The teacher is useless so I tend to do my own thing in lessons".

He looked a little confused for a second before asking you to send your answer as a message. You saw him typing on his phone again, translating what you had said.

'No! Bad teacher! Noona go and complain!'

You sighed, thinking back to your class and pathetic excuse for a teacher.

"I can't, Kook. And it doesn't matter, I'm leaving college soon."

He raised an eyebrow. 'Zoon?'  

"I finish college in set wol (3 months). But there is a short holiday coming up"

That seemed to have peaked his interest. You were pretty sure that if he was a dog you would have seen his ears perk up.

'Holiday? When?'

"In about saju (3 weeks) time"

'For how long?'

"Iju (2 weeks)"

Once again he was tapping away at his phone before smiling. 'Noona come visit'.

You were shocked to say the least "I can't afford it Kookie".

His face fell, 'Want to zee Nonna~'

You smiled sadly, "And I want to see Kookie."

He looked at his phone for a second, lips twisting as he thought something over. When you read his next message you had to stop yourself from falling out of your chair.

'I pay for you.'

"Ani-Ani-Aniya. I don't want you spending your hard earned money on me."

'Then when zee Noona?'

"Sanyeon (3 years). When I finish uni."

You saw his eyes blow wide in shock before he sent his next message.

'ZANYEON?! JINJJA?!'

He seemed to take a moment to think before a mischievous grin appeared on his face.

"What are you planning?"

'Nothing'

"Kookie"

'Not zaying'

Was he laughing?

You opened your mouth to respond when light flooded your screen. You looked to Jungkook in confusion who was hastily pulling off his headphones, holding them securely around his neck, and staring at something off to the side.

"What is it?" You said causing him to look back at you.

The newfound light allowed you to see his cheeks burning pink. Did he just get caught? Jin walking into view confirmed that he did indeed get caught. Jin said something that made Jungkook look back at him, scowling. From their hand gestures and head movements, you could tell they had started bickering with each other. But soon Jungkook look defeated and unplugged his headphones.

He must have turned his microphone back as he said "Mianhae Noona".

There was a pause.

"Ah, You Y/n?"

"Ye, Annyeonghaseyo Jin-oppa."

He crouched beside Jungkook, holding onto the desk chair as he squinted at the camera.

"Oh, you teach Jungkookie?"

You resist the urge to smile at his broken English. "Ye, mianhaeyo."

He turned to Jungkook, talking quickly and quietly with the occasional nod to you. You wondered what they were talking about, only being able to understand your own name because they were talking so fast. You grew more curious when Jin said something that caused Jungkook to frown and suddenly pinch Jin's nipple through his t-shirt.

"Yah! Naneun neoui hyung! No pinchy!"

You burst out laughing; their heads swivelling round to look at you. You desperately tried to muffle your giggles in your sleeve but it was no use and before you knew it Jungkook was laughing too. While the two of you chuckled like children, Jin was looking back and forth between you with an open mouth.

"Aish, you children!"

Jungkook clutched Jin's shoulder when more giggles wracked his body. Jin looked at him disapprovingly at Jungkook before turning his attention back to you.

"Sorry Y/n. Jungkook need sleep now. Very busy this week."

"Hyung" Jungkook complained, drawing out the one syllable word with a pout.

"It's okay, I understand it's late over there"

He looked helplessly at Jin who ruffled his hair and stood up.

"Bed."

You heard the door shut and as if proving Jin's point Jungkook let out a long yawn.

"Kookie, go to bed."

He nodded and pat down his dishevelled hair.

"Goodnight Noona. Have good day."

"Goodnight Kookie."

"Oooh wait, wait. Wanna say different."

"You want to say something different?"

He smiled then nodded. "Goodnight Y/n-chingu (Y/N friend)"

"Yah! We're not the same age! You can't call me chingu"

His nose scrunched in amusement and you had to hold back the squeal that wanted to escape.

"Goodnight y/n-chingu~" He sang, waving at you before cutting the call.

You checked the time and wondered how it had gone by so fast. As you packed away your untouched notebook you started to sing quietly to yourself and knew that today was going to be a good day.

AN: The Meme and His Tutor will now be updated every Wednesday! Yay a schedule! 

Story co-written with @tragicshadows  

[intelligentnaughtygirls]

The Reccording studio was silent, scatted music-stands toppled over in front of the five instruments that littered the room, scattered pages and half-printed tracks littered the ground between them as their sole owner lay curled up in a corner of the room. Salulu was alone, her forehead pressed up against her knees as her arms wrapped around her legs,the usually cheerful orangeblood unable to make so much as a single note to sing. The sound-proofing of the room meant she couldn’t even hear the loud knocking that had been ringing from her door for the past ten minutes.

Moments passed, the odd shuffling of furniture or the sensation of doors closing elsewhere in the hive the only indication that someone else was there with her, it wasn’t until minutes later that an otherwise unexpected face peered in through the studio’s window before opening the door.

“ ‘Lulu? You en here?”

It didn’t take long for Madrah to identify the shape she saw as her friend, her feet quickly stepping over to squat down in front of her.

“What’s goen on nnnguh, ked? The snake dedn’t even treye to stop me when eye had to resort to preyeng a wendow nnnguh, open. everytheng alreyeght?”

It was clear it wasn’t by the way Salulu just barely lifted her head to look to her friend, her eyes briefly looking over to the abandoned keyboard before disappearing behind her knees once more. The Orangeblood was silent, something very unusual for her.

Madrah frowned and looked around silently, eyeing up the remains of the room before turning on the ball of her foot and plopping herself down next to the lower Troll, a hand wrapping around her shoulder’s for comfort.

“Hey... Hey nnnguh, ‘Lulu?”

Salulu looked up again slightly, tilting her head to the side just enough to reveal one eye.

“Save me, Eye’m drowneng so deep en the darkness”

“Eye’m waeteng for your touch to stop thes”

“There’s smoke bleyendeng us weth goodbeyes.”

“And eye, keep hope. ‘Caus thes feeleng’s defferent and eye know”

“Eye’ve staggered so long that et can’t go. Alleveate me, eye’ll be feyene, en teyeme~”

Salulu sniffed and wiped her eyes as the triclops sang, the familiar song echoing through the studio. It wasn’t quite as good without the music, and the lyrics didn’t quite make sense in this context, but the message was still there...

“Please remember that eye mess you, young and reckless, what ded we do?

Broken promese. Gone forever. Maybe one day we’ll get better?

Reyeght beye your seyede, that’s where eye’ll be, en a heartbeat ef you ask me~ Lets stay strangers leyeke we’re ment too, Oh eye wonder ef you mess me too.”

Madrah was practically rocking from side to side now during what would otherwise be the bridge of the song, a wide grin crossing her face as she looked at Salulu expectantly.

Salulu sighed lightly, lifting her head from her knees and lowering her legs to lie flat on the ground, her arms still wrapped tightly just beneath her chest. There was no was she was going to get out of this either way.

“Find me♪ I’m waiting right here where you left me♪”

“Ztill zhredded and bruized♪ but i’m breazing♪”

“Be brave for me♪ ignore zer eyez♪ Juzt try~”

“We’re Dancerz♪ And i’ve picked petals looking for awnserz♪”

“And i’ve recened zeze edgez from chancez♪”

“Indelible♪ but i’ll be fine♪ In time~”

“Pleaze remember zat i mizz you♪ Not caring iz zo hard to do♪”

“Everyzing we loved togezer♪ It’z not ze zame wizout you zere♪”

“Feelz like you were juzt bezide me♪ How did time go by zo quickly♫”

“Now we’re ztrangerz♪ but i mizz you♪ Oh i wonder if you mizz me too♪”

Both the girls smiled as the song picked up, Madrah’s rocking now drawing in Salulu as well as they both sang along the the accompanying “Woah”’s. It wasn’t quite clear who they were singing too. Eachother? Themselves? Those who had left them behind? It didn’t matter either way, Madrah was there, and Salulu was singing again. Perhaps for now at least, that would be enough.

“Please remember, Don’t forget me. Eye’ll be leaveng thes heart empty.”

“Pleaze remember♪ I ztill zink of you and i♪ Tell me what does thes all mean♫”

“Burn out bredges, are you stell there? All these endless circles do notheng and eye don’t know wheye eye can’t just let you go Can we go back? Can we start again? Because eye need you.

“Tell me what doez zez all mean♫ Are you even ztell zere♫ Zeze circles do nothing♪ And remember♪ i’ve been waiting♪ Ever zince ziz ztarted aching♪ Now we’re ztrangerz♪ but i need you♪

“Oh eye wonder ef you need me too.”

“Oh i wonder if you need me too♪”

Tears were still welling down Salulu’s eyes, and she was quick to wipe them away with her arm before looking to madrah again.

“Zank you♪ Perhapz i needed zat♪”

Madrah just grinned in response, pulling her freind in to a tight hug.

“Any nnnguh, teyeme ked. Now c’mmon, Eye’m gunna buy you some nnnguh, Trolldonalds~”

Salulu’s eyes opened wide, a frown quickly crossing her face again.

“Do you zink we could go to Troll-wendy’z inztead♫ I think i’d razer not go to Trolldonald’z right now♪♪♪”

“Whatever you nnnguh, want ked~”

[rjalker]

love thiz devil dezign

look I made it a blank verion

the movie'z public domain and zo iz thiz. my keyboard iz broken if you mizzed the memo.