#lemme tell hurr

[tabrisofmars]

Wednesday: Attention allies! Enid bested me in a contest of wits

Enid: I won at Scrabble

Wednesday: Now I must fulfill our dark bargain

Enid: she agreed to say out loud what I wrote

Wednesday opens a sealed envelope and reads: Enid is the sharpest knife in the drawer and I am just a…

Wednesday squints: bottom?

All the Nightshades:

Enid: Bent spoon! I wrote bent spoon!

Divina: How bad is your handwriting?!?

Wednesday: Is this some form of insult?

Yoko: lemme tell her, lemme tell huur

Divina puts a hand over Yoko’s mouth

Enid: look at the time. I have basketwork I mean homeball. Um basketball homework. eerrr bye

Enid runs as Bianca starts losing her shit

Eugene: I don't understand what's wrong

Ajax: Brah, ask one of your moms

[bradenthompson]

Divergent (2014) notes

>lemme just say at the top I'm not here to dunk on this movie for the sake of it and, moreover, I like every movie I've ever seen.

>I like getting a location card in the middle of the opening credits, definitely nowhere else that coulda gone

>so here's how this faction society shakes out, as I'm to understand five minutes in:

-Amity is a bunch of farmers -Erudite is the entire science industry and ig everything that entails -Candor is just the legal system -Dauntless is parkour cops -supposedly Abnegation is literally everything else. What would the subway driver be?

>realtalk I can forgo the "hurr durr faction society doesn't make sense" thing bc it's clearly analogous for teenagers entering adult society for the first time. So we'll be looking at it through that lens as opposed to the cinemasins bullshit

>lol why is the faction test like getting an ultrasound. thought it'd be like a pen and paper, Myers–Briggs thing. Faction society doesn't fuck around

>odd that a drink would inoculate Beatrice in like two seconds. Second verse same as the first

>drug trip faction test is still funny but good on the visual medium for doing visual metaphor

>set design looks like when the new star wars stuff has to make an in-universe version of a normal earth thing

>not a fan of nondiegetic licensed songs in movies, less so songs with sickass EDM drops

>lmao Beatrice just immediately talking shit unprompted

>so are they cleaning that Choosing Knife between initiates or what

>when you pick your faction you walk over to their quadrant and someone already in a seat has to get up and leave. Where do they go. Why is it set up like this. Remarkably inefficient systems here.

>you really can't trust a writer to be impartial with all their special clubs. Trust they will be biased towards one and make it the obviously coolest choice. Who tf is picking Abnegation

>presumably most people joining dauntless are gonna be doing dauntless shit for the first time, lmao, why is there no orientation. "K, welcome, climb an elevated rail line pussy"

>the percussion in the (licensed) song synching up to the chugging of the railcar is a cool editing flair. That's it. Just giving props

>why do all the dauntless initiates have cold feet about jumping in a hole. Jumping around is all these guys do. What did they think this was gonna be

>I promised not to do cinemasins shit but I'm really struggling with wtf Abnegation is. Apparently Beatrice has only eaten plain, spiceless food bc it'd be selfish to have salt? They're just so selfless they take precautions to never enjoy themselves? Why do they shower? Why do they have hair? What is their definition of vain bc so far it feels very arbitrary

>lmao Beatrice realizing cheeseburgers are good like "holy shit why did I eat rice cakes and tap water for eighteen years"

>Dauntless orientation is, in order: -jump on a train -jump off a train -fall in a hole -beat someone up -shoot a gun

>Miles Teller giving undercover cop energy

>cool of Dauntless to pair up the girls to fight other girls. Odd amount of inclusivity on their part. Thought they were bad boy cool dudes who don't bake you cakes and tuck you into bed

>would Dauntless let me get a tramp stamp

>does Faction Society have money?

>Girls loves throwing knives, write throwing knives into your thing and I promise they'll be like YOOOOOOOOO

>running w the theory that miles teller isn't a dick on purpose, he's just really clumsy with social cues

>Divergents as a plot device are still very unclear to me

>Candor is the faction that tells the truth but faction society as a whole has, so far, two separate means of looking inside someone's subconscious so, I ask, how does anyone keep secrets in this world

>how is anyone affected by the fear hallucinations the second time around. Beatrice is telling herself "this isn't real" but i refuse to believe only divergents would think to do this

>too many actors in this movie end their sentences whispering. it's not everyone but its enough to notice

>wait so factions don't do their jobs based on applicability? Whaddo they mean Erudite is gonna be running the place soon? If another faction decided they wanted to be the parkour cops could they just challenge Dauntless for that right?

>I have a theory about the nature of Divergents I may elaborate on should I watch the other movies, but for now: if we are to take the whole faction dynamic as analogy for entering adult society, what's in the suggestion that being a sociological individual (Divergent) is a rare, unique trait? It may empower the reader who fancies themselves a "Divergent" of sorts, but I'm not yet sure how to feel about this archetype being like the sigma male of YA girls. Seems like a device that's talking down to the rest of the non-Divergent cast (I will assume we meet more than one Divergent in the course of these movies)

>I remember when this movie came out and some circles were in a tizzy over Woodley and Elgort playing brother and sister the same year they were set to play a couple in TFIOS, which I'll tell you rn is a nonissue bc at no point do they feel like siblings in this. Could be intentional since Abnegation kids are homeschooled and eat off the ground with their hands, or that's the vibe I take.

>Beatrice: *punches a guy in the mouth* Kate Winslet: "Are you alright?" Beatrice: "yeah, s'all good"

>icking me out, how much unintentional blood swapping goes on in this. Four goes and injects himself with a needle, doesn't replace it, immediately injects Beatrice. Do people find that hot or something

>sorry to all the Divergent haters but the fear scene with Beatrice and Four is cool. I like the problem it proposes; Beatrice has to confront common fears but critically in ways she herself normally wouldn't, since doing so would reveal her Divergent-ness. Also the only scene thus far filmed in any compelling way (I like the pullout where it looks like they're still trapped in the tiny box but turns out they're against a wall in an open space. It's cool)

>spending a lot of time with Beatrice and Four just hanging out. Will suppose the author just wanted to do a bunch of scenes with them but wasn't gonna space them out

>What exactly is Four's status within Dauntless, even? Is he just the camp counselor? He shows Beatrice how Erudite is up to some funny business with Dauntless as if to suggest he has no control over them doing that.

>what--is--up--with--all--the--injection--serums--in--this--movie

>k the fakeout ending in Beatrice's final test was neat but made a little funny by the fact that a. everyone watched Beatrice and Four almost screw b. one of Beatrice's greatest fears, apparently, is taking things too fast. Like it's right after burning to death

>How does Kate Winslet know about the "shooting innocent people" thing? That was one of Four's fears, and I thought what fear trials one goes through are personalized

>calling it right now: bullets in the gun are blanks but Beatrice doesn't fire regardless.

>DOUBLE FAKEOUT, IT'S VERONICA ROTH'S WORLD AND YOU'RE JUST LIVIN IN IT, BITCH

>hey guess how the Dauntless graduates get their tracking devices implanted. Guess. Make a guess. Guess how they do it. Did you guess injection bc its an injection.

>must you overthrow Abnegation by force? Just tell them it's egotistical to run the government and they'll go back to eating Corn Flakes with water.

>I'm not seeing how Abnegation stands to destroy the faction system. Why would a faction capable of doing that even be a faction. who came up with this

>Beatrice having a buckwild couple a minutes, here

>inspired mother-daughter firefight goin on. "Oh, so you shot one of your friends, Bea, come on, I've split like twelve wigs in the past two minutes, you don't see me crying about it."

>I like that Beatrice just uses a gun. All the other YA girlies are stuck with weapons arguably more graceful but if you fuck with Bea you're gettin the Blick.

>Beatrice noticeably less bothered over her dad dying as opposed to her mom, then again she's on a Horrors of War crash course rn.

>gonna attempt to call it again: Four is Divergent, he's just doing a bit rn

>lmaooo Beatrice hittin the fuckin hurricanrana on Four, why do people think she's lame

>"you won't kill me; I'm the only A-lister in this movie, barring Miles Teller who's still in the B-list incubator."

>one more injection to send the crowd home

>narration's back, wooooooooooooooooo

>why are the credits in Courier

That's all, folks. Movie's fine. Nothing outright terrible about it, least nothing we shouldn't be holding other YA movies to. When I watch Insurgent I'll be sure to make a count for all Needle Imagery

[shorkbrian]

Dizzy

Prelude - I had such a hard time coming up with a scenario. I maybe might be stuck in a mud pile here and it’s sucking away any sort of brian I had and taking my writing ability with it. please excuse all errors my dear readers. I don’t really proofread, i just write and then post cause monkey brian wants it done now hurr durr. ANYWAYS Kiri here finally decides to make a move on the pretty pal that is now in their college friend group. reader is obvs not into it, but as long as reader doesn’t outright say no, he thinks it’s okay and that they’re just shy and sensitive. (Which btw yikes yikes yikes don’t do anything without consent. Even touching. Consent is required irl periodt)

Prompt - No prompt this time, just thinking about the sweet anon that asked for a S/O with a sensitive body.

Pairing - Kirishima Eijirou x reader

Warnings - Pretty nsfw themes throughout. 

Music -  https://youtu.be/gBRi6aZJGj4

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Hands pulled you flush against a large, muscular body, spinning you so that your back was against the wall. You felt disoriented, trying to make rational sense of the sights, sounds, and sensations assaulting your body. Kirishima was palming roughly at your chest with one hand, his other inching towards the space between your legs. Hot kisses were pressing into your neck, feeling your skin move as you tried to twist away from the groping hands, unbidden tears creeping up into your eyes.

“Kirishima-! Pl-plea—se-”

Kirishima pressed his forehead against your collarbone, breathing heavily. “ ‘m sorry I can’t go slower....... it’ll be okay though, yeah? Just lemme - lemme make you feel good.”

It sounded like he was begging, his lips once again returning to mouth wetly at your neck.  You wiggled against the body keeping you trapped against the wall, but it was useless; Kirishima was so much bigger and stronger than you were -  he was easily able to keep you pinned.

You didn’t even think the redhead liked you that way. Your roommate Mina had introduced you to her friend group, and they immediately accepted you as one of their own (except for the hothead Bakugou, who seemed to hate everything. The other told you to ignore his jabs and insults). You all seemed to run in different circles, but you quickly became comfortable with everyone and absolutely loved them all. You enjoyed hanging out with the group, going to see movies and getting together for ice cream or video game marathons. Whenever you settled down in Denki’s apartment for said marathons (he had the best set-up),  you opted to sit on the floor instead of of squished together on the couch with the others. Kirishima would always shout over the whooping and yelling of Sero and Mina that you should come sit next to him; he always saved you a seat in these situations, but you knew your boundaries.

There was no indication that Kirishima had feelings for you. Sure, the man liked to pay for your food when you all went out, but he did that for everyone.  He would try to sling his arm over your shoulder as the group walked around the lake in the park, but he didn’t seem miffed when you always shrugged him off; Bakugou didn’t like being touched either. Sometimes Kirishima would show up at your college dorm, claiming that the campus coffeeshop had accidentally made him an extra coffee and it just happened to be your favorite, but that didn’t mean he liked you! He would often run errands for Mina, showing up in your shared dorm at odd times to drop off food or clothes or whatever Mina had him buy.  He was just a kind, considerate dude, who loved his friends! (You pointedly chose not to remember all the awkward times he had shown up in yours and Mina’s dorm to drop something off and you had been barely clothed, or just getting out of the shower. You figured neither you nor Kirishima wanted to think about those times. ((You were wrong))).

It was well known that Kirishima wasn’t amazing in school - his strength was more physical, the man competing as a scholarship athlete in wrestling. You had been to one of his matches and it was almost scary at how strong and /ferocious/ you had seen Kirishima get as he grappled with his opponent. Kirishima was amazing at what he did, and you couldn’t believe the redhead hadn’t told you how good he actually was. Mina said Kiri had always been like that - determined and quiet about his goals and the things he knew he could succeed in.  He was humble, unlike Bakugou who bragged and puffed out his chest at every opportunity.

Had you been surprised when Kirishima had called you in a panic, babbling something about Bakugou refusing to help him study and Kiri didn’t understand what the book was talking about and could you /please/ come over and help because you were the smartest person he knew? Not really. Were you surprised to find that he had a house off-campus, where he lived with his parents? Yes, Kirishima didn’t really ever talk about where he lived.  It wasn’t far, but Kiri insisted on coming to pick you up. The ride there was pleasant, the two of you chatting and laughing about how Sero had singlehandedly shut down the chem building because Denki had convinced him to make something (you weren’t sure what) and there had been a small explosion.

He was fun to tutor. He just needed a bit more explanation than the teachers provided, and you were more than happy to help. After studying for an hour and a half, Kirishima thumped his head down on the table and groaned, claiming he needed a break. You had agreed, and Kirishima had gotten up and led you to the kitchen, where you pulled out two sodas and sat down at the island. The two of you had begun talking, and somehow it had strayed into each other’s love lives. Kirishima seemed very interested in yours, brushing aside every question you had for him and focusing on you. It had come out that you had never really kissed anyone, even though you were a sophomore in college. 

“Aww, poor little baby, never been kissed.” Kiri had teased. ‘Y’know, I wouldn’t mind teaching you. I’m really good with my mouth.”

His wink threw you off and you had blushed, stammering out a weak, respectful refusal.

“C’mon, you’ve gone all your life without having a hot makeup ‘sesh! With someone as hot as you, that’s practically a crime.”

Kirishima had slid closer to you, lowering his voice as he leaned in close.

“I won’t hurt you, you can trust me (Y/N). I know how to treat a girl right. It’ll feel good, Y’know? Mmhm, I can teach you some other things too, if you like.”

You didn’t like where he was going with that.

“I uh, think I need to go home now? Mina’s probably worried and I need to wake up early tomor-“

Kiri rose as you did, quickly stepping forward to crowd you against the kitchen island as he gave a short huffing laugh.

“It’s gonna be okay. You’ve been kind enough to tutor me, now let me return the favor.”

He had surged forward then, mouth meeting yours. You had squeaked in surprise, eyes going wide as strong hands came to rest on your hips. Everything felt weird, this was happening too fast. Kirishima didn’t even like you? You pushed against his chest as hard as you could, struggling to separate the two of you.

“Kiri, we shouldn’t- I don’t think-“

“Don’t think then.  It’ll be fine, okay?”

That had all lead up to now, where he had you against the wall, kissing your neck and groping your chest. You felt dizzy, there were too many sensations and you couldn’t figure out what was happening. His other hand gently pressed towards your crotch, your hand flying down to block him entrance in between your legs. 

“Kirishima… You- yo- your parents!”

You gasped quietly. Maybe the man would come to his senses and let you go. Or maybe you could scream for Mr. and Mrs. Kirishima and they would come rescue you. You hoped Kiri would just let you go; having to call for his parents would be humiliating. Would they even believe you? Would Kirishima shove himself away before they could come around the corner?  

“What? Oh, they’re on vacation…. You could stay for the next couple of days. Yeah, I think it’d be nice if you stayed for a little bit. I can show you so much, make you feel so good!”

Your throat felt tight. You couldn’t scream. You felt too overwhelmed and there was so much going on that you couldn’t focus on hardly anything, let alone trying to scream your lungs out. The world felt fuzzy.

Kirishima easily batted your hand aside to dip his own in between your legs. He began rubbing at your crotch, slowly, sensually. His other hand came up to pull down the collar of your shirt so he could mouth at your collarbone, and you panicked.

“KirishIMA, wa-wait!”

Kirishima paused for a second at your cry. You figured you sounded genuinely distressed as he pulled away from you, retracting both of his hands to look at you with a hint of worry in his eyes. Now that his hands weren’t on you, you were able to re-center your thoughts, taking a deep, shaky breath.

“Kiri……. I like being friends with you. I-I can’t go this far with you, I’m sorry.” You couldn’t meet his eyes. Why were you apologizing? He was the one making you uncomfortable, touching you without asking and not stopping when you asked. It was easier to think when he wasn’t touching you.

“Why not?”

He pressed close to you again, and you shrank back as far as you could, plastering yourself to the wall. When you looked up at him, his eyes were dark. “I wanna be yours, wanna have a relationship with you. I could be so good for you, treat you so well. Just give me a chance (Y/N)”

You shivered. A relationship with Kirishima wouldn’t be horrible. He was nice, kind, funny. But you didn’t want to get physical.

“I….. I’m too sensitive…..”

Kiri froze. “What does that mean?”

“I, well……… Uh I don’t know how to explain really-“

Kiri crowded you further, pressing his chest against yours and craning his neck down to glare into your eyes.

“No, tell me what that means. Help me understand.”

You were too scared to refuse.

“Theres…..I’ve never been kissed before because my body is just too-too sensitive. Whenever people touch me I feel all tingly and it’s too much and I can’t focus and the world just feels blurry and everything feels fuzzy and it’s so much. That’s why I hate hugs, and sitting together with everyone at Denki’s, and when people touch me. I don’t….. I don’t know, it just feels weird and I don’t know how to deal with it I guess…..”

You trailed off, glancing up at Kirishima to find him staring down at you intensely.

Kirishima felt like drooling. He could only imagine what you’d look like when he was inside of you, when he touched you and played with you and licked and sucked at every inch of your skin. You would be so frazzled, crying and whining in overstimulation just from a simple kiss.  He wanted to see that, wanted to see you thrashing and whimpering because of him, because of what he would do to you. Kirishima had liked you ever since Mina had introduced you to the group, and had just assumed that you were playing coy, or hard-to-get when you brushed off his casual touches. He was an extremely touchy person after all. But to learn that the reason you refused to let him touch you was because your body was too sensitive? Oh, the things he wanted to do to you.

You gasped as Kirishima suddenly grabbed your shirt and pulled, the fabric shredding like paper.  

“Kirishima! Wha-“

His mouth devoured yours in a searing kiss; you could feel his sharp teeth occasionally brush against your lips as he hungrily breathed in every protest you tried to utter. Hands smoothed down your shoulders, dropping to grab at your chest roughly before moving down to grab your hips. In a sudden movement, Kirishima had you in the air, holding your waist and moving your legs so they hung loosely around his hips. You broke from his kiss with trouble, gasping for breath as Kirishima began walking.

“Kiri! Wa—it where are we-? Where are we….. going?” You didn’t feel so good. Kirishima had begun kissing along your cheeks, neck, collarbone, anywhere he could reach as he walked, his strong arms holding you up.

“You’re gonna wanna lay down, I don’t want you to pass out and hit your head when I eat you out.”

He bit down onto your shoulder, making you scream into his neck before you could tell him to put you down.

“Ohhhh, you’re gonna feel so good. I can’t wait to be inside you, I can’t believe I get to be your first (Y/N).  You already feel so, so good against me baby………….”

Through the confusion, you realized with disgust that you could feel a blunt hardness underneath you, rubbing up against your backside with every step Kirishima took. You wanted to fight, to scream in his ear and bit his nose and punch and kick and swear. You felt so weak. Everything was happening so fast and you couldn’t focus and you were crying and he was touching you and you felt dizzy and-

“I’ll be so gentle, don’t worry….. It’s gonna be okay. I want you to feel just as good as I do, I love you so much (Y/N)……”

You ignored the rest of his babbling, the only thing you were able to focus on was the steady drip of tears as the slid down your face. You watched as they dripped onto Kirishima’s shirt, dampening the fabric. 

You felt so sleepy. 

You felt so sick.

[sapphicconservative]

I know manipulation occurs all the time on the stock market and the recession happened 'cause of the housing market bubble, but lemme tell ya: being a kid from a family that was directly impacted from the recession to the point of literal near-homelessness gives me straight up icky feels about all of this. I know they're not similar, but fuck, bad shit happens when a bunch of people get together, thinking they're right, and decide to "hurr hurr eat the rich".

Oh, same. I genuinely want to be happy over people using capitalism to fight the elite. But I grew up during that recession! That was my childhood and it was horrifying. If it wasn't for my step dad, we would have been homeless. Before that recession, we were a low middle class family. We didn't have a fancy life, but we made ends meet and could live comfortably.

I remember us packing snacks for the day if we went out. I remember us having to think if we could afford to drive out for the day. I remember our vacations being severely limited to one day trip. We never had fancy dinners. In fact, the first time we had steak at home, my siblings and I kept looking around waiting for really good/bad news to be announced. I still have this ingrained in me.

There was a lot I was shielded from because I was a child during this, but I saw the adults around me scared and stressed. So many friends and family at this time had to move around and declare bankruptcy. More were placed on food stamps to survive.

[iwantitiwriteit]

Slow Burn: Act I - Part 5 cont.

The Lip Sync Battle cont.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Famous!Reader

Summary: Growing tensions between you and Chris overflow in the most musical of battles.

Warnings: Profanity, drunken silliness

Notes: Oh my fucking gosh, I fucking finished it! This part was a BEAST to write! It’s hella long so it’ll be in two posts. Before you dive in, set the mood with the moodboard + music specially curated to go with this part! THIS IS A CONTINUATION Read the previous part here.

There stood Chris, muted mic in hand, pink feather boa around his neck, dramatically lip syncing his way through “Big Shot” by Billy Joel. He pranced around the stage, miming the lyrics with absolute conviction, engaging the gawking crowd. You couldn’t believe your eyes.

Scott grabbed your hand and pulled you down the stairs to get a closer look. A crowd had formed on the dance floor in front of the stage, so you and Scott observed from the bottom steps that were a good twenty feet from it. This is close enough.

Chris was really going for it. Gesticulating and strutting, but it’s clear he isn't fully comfortable with performance. Nevertheless, he was having fun. He may be annoying as hell, but he does know how to have a good time. Just as you were mentally giving him props, he locked eyes with you, and a small smirk appeared on his face. What’s he playing at here?

Chris pointed at you as he performed the last chorus:

You had to be a big shot, didn’t cha?

All your friends were so knocked out

You had to have the last word, last night

You’re so much fun to be around

Is he… calling me out me right now? It did add up. He said he thought you were arrogant and a diva, to your face no less. But now he was slander serenading you in a public forum. What the hell is my life right now?

When the song ended, the crowd applauded and Chris bowed, but before he could exit the stage, the host from earlier pulled him closer. You didn’t care to hear what he had to say and started back up to your party’s section. Before you could even make it half way up, you felt a harsh spotlight on your back, causing you to freeze in place.

“Where are you going, sweetheart?” You turn around at the sound of the host’s voice. “You’re not really gonna shy away from a lip sync battle challenge, are ya?” All you could do was awkwardly laugh, still frozen on the step.

“Yeah, not you, the diva with all your many Grammys,” Chris and this word. His smug expression makes your blood boil. Before you could even begin to think about why you let this man ruffle your feathers, you’re making your way to the stage. I gotta trick for your ass… The crowd cheers rowdily, eager for what’s next.

When you reach the stage, the host recognizes you, announcing it to the crowd which is just as excited about your presence. “Thank you for gracing us all! You are a true queen!” You get a little timid from all the praise; it never really becomes easy for you to accept. You offer a small smile and wave to the crowd. Chris senses your shyness, and he wonders if he made the right decision in calling you out. 

“But as much as we all love you out there, you have to earn the title of ‘Majesty’ in here. Do you accept this fine gentleman’s challenge?”

You turn to look at Chris. He’s trying his best to be expressionless, but there’s something there. Unfortunately for you, the ruckus and burning stares of the crowd make it impossible for you to focus and discern it. For the moment, you disregard trying to figure him out, grab his hand, pulling his mic to your mouth and say, “I accept.”

“Yass! We love to see it! What song should I tell the maestro to cue up?” You lean over and whisper your selection in the host’s ear. “Great choice!” The host disappears off stage to relay the message, and you turn to Chris to get his mic, which you assume will be muted once it’s time for you to perform.

You get your hand on the microphone, but Chris keeps his grip, causing you to look up at him. “Good luck,” he says with a smirk you’re starting to think is trademark.

“Luck is for chumps,” you rebut, snaking the boa from his neck and placing it on your own. It blends into your pink furry outwear, a sure clash, but you intend to use it as a prop. He huffs out a laugh as he walks backwards a few steps, then turns and leaves the stage to you.

The music starts; a bass strum and some percussion. You wind your hips to the rhythm. Making an imaginary gun with your fingers, you raise it to your lips and blow the “barrel”. You mouth the intro line:

Son of a gun

This earns you an “ow!” from somewhere in the crowd. You continue to sway your hips and move about the stage with utter femininity and a feline nature. A trance clearly comes over you: you are in performance mode. Chris can’t help but marvel at the sight of you so comfortable in commanding a crowd. He’s snapped out of his thoughts as your gaze finds his and you sing to him, the lyrics reminding him of where you two stand:

I had some dreams, they were clouds in my coffee

Clouds in my coffee, and

You're so vain

You probably think this song is about you

The mention of coffee from you still stings a little for Chris, but you seem to revel in it. ‘You’re So Vain’, huh? Clever choice. You continue to sashay across the stage, accenting the lyrics with your quirky dance moves, head whipping, and expert work of that pink, feather boa. You finish your performance with a slow curtsey to the crowd, but keep your eyes trained on Chris. Even in the dim lighting you can see his sly grin, and you reciprocate it.

“Whew! Did somebody turn up the thermostat cos it is HOT in hurr!” The host and crowd praise you for your performance a few moments longer. You humbly laugh, a little out of breath from all that dancing. “Where’s our other contender?” Chris strides to join you on stage. The way he’s looking at you makes you feel the heat the host was talking about in your cheeks. “What’d you think of your competition?”

Chris takes a moment before he answers, rubbing a hand over his beard while looking down at you. “I thought she was… aight,” he said with a shrug.

“‘Aight’? Just aight?” you feigned offense with hands on your hips, to which Chris just shrugs again. The crowd began to turn on him with some booing and he was quick to clarify.

“Hold on, hold on, lemme explain!” His Boston accent was thick as he began, and the host helped him out with quieting the riled up room. “It was a great song choice, I give you that. Didn’t think a youngin like you would know anything about Carly Simon,” You scoffed and rolled your eyes as he continued, “but I was expecting something with a little more pizzazz, more diva attitude, ya’know? That was just… cute.”

“Hm,” you contemplated your response, “so, what I’m hearing is... you think I’m cute?” You looked up at him with a mischievous grin, hoping to throw him off a little. It seemed to work as he started to nervously laugh and wag his finger at you. The audience laughed and whooped like a fifth grade class, all while Chris’ face turned red.

“I think you need a lesson in how to channel all that sass into your performance. Here, lemme show you how it’s done,” Chris motions for you to leave the stage, and you graciously take the hint and pass off the mic to him. He then leans over to whisper his next song choice to the host who hurries to get it played.

The aggressive pop production of Ashlee Simpson’s ‘Outta My Head’ begins and Chris begins to faux-belt out the tune, really channeling his inner pop star. Palms to his temples for emphasis, he slowly *and overdramatically* rotates his head to accentuate the lyrics before pointing to you as he sings:

You're in my head

Get outta my head!

A room full of people, but Chris is obviously doing his best to entertain you. You struggle to maintain any semblance of a bitch face, working hard to stifle your giggles and bashfulness throughout his goofy performance. Have I really been on his mind? Just before his performance ends, you whisper your final song selection to the host who nods in confirmation. 

Chris takes his last bow in front of the excitedly raging audience. “See! That’s how you do it!” Chris says, motioning up and down with his outstretched hands to the crowd, them to signal to them to continue their applause. “I hope you were taking notes,” he says offering his hand to help you back on to the stage.

“Yeah, I think I got it,” you say sarcastically, rolling your eyes to the audience’s amusement. “May I?” Chris hands you the microphone with a lingering touch.

A slow sultry start to the song brings the energy down for a few moments but once the chorus starts, the crowd is jumping and jamming along with you. You even have a few members from the crowd and half your party join you onstage. You’re having such a good time that you almost forget that you're in the midst of a competition. You turn to Chris and mime the final chorus just to him:

If we don't fuck this whole thing up

Guaranteed, I can blow your mind

Mwah!

With a wink, you blow a kiss at Chris that he catches and puts in his pocket. You throw your head back laughing, unable to keep up a diva act any longer. Chris is laughing too and you hold each other's gaze as the song comes to a close. 

The crowd that engulfed the stage as well as everyone in the venue roared an ovation. You were so into your good time and silent banter that you have no idea if your performance was worthy of this applause. The host beckons Chris onstage for the crowd to choose which between the two of you is the winner of this lip sync battle. Chris stands across from you, his left hand and your right hand in each of the host’s hands. You don’t hear the verdict; the whole of the crowd is a cacophony that fades to the background as you and Chris look at each other with idiotically inebriated smiles.

Shaking you on your shoulders, Scott shocks you out of your trance, “That’s my girl! Congrats!”

“Thanks!” you say and give him a hug. Remembering that he should be the center of attention, you re-announce it over the mic which is met with another round of rousing applause. ‘Birthday’ by Selena Gomez gets played and you're swept into the sea of bodies dancing on stage. 

You look around for Chris and you find him squeezing his way out of the madness that surrounded you. Your mood sours when he doesn’t stick around. You hoped tonight would give you some kind of resolution, and with the moments you just shared, you hoped a good one was at the of the tunnel. Where you stood with each other was still left open ended. Or not. Guess he got the show he wanted.

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Waiting outside for your ride, a couple of fans asked for pictures, thanked you for your performance even though you didn’t even sing, but soon enough you were left alone in the soberingly chilly Boston air. A wind blows through and you hug your jack tight to you to cut it, but you still feel the freeze. 

“Here,” You hear a voice behind you say. You turn to see that it’s Chris approaching with his jacket in hand. “I wasn’t using it anyway.”

“Thanks,” you say as he fixes it over your shoulders on top of your jacket. He slowly draws his hands from you shoulders as he looks into your eyes. Catching his actions, he clears his throat and backs away from you a decent distance.

An inexplicable excitement floods you then washes away as you remember you haven’t officially reconciled. You try to seem uninterested when you say, “I thought you left.”

“No, just… needed to get some air. Gotta pretty packed up there on that stage. Congrats, by the way. A very deserved win.”

“Thank you. It’s not the kind of win I’ve been needing lately, but I’ll take it.” You let out the kind of laugh like when you laugh at a painful memory. Chris wonders what you mean by that, but doubts now is the time to ask. “I owe it to you.”

“How’s that?”

“You brought the diva out of me. Couldn’t have done it without you,” you say coldly, looking away from him at nothing in particular.

“I’m sorry,” Chris doesn’t hesitate to say; it’s like he’d been holding it in for a while. He steps towards you making the gap between you a little smaller, but still a few feet wide. “I’m sorry I was judgmental. All of what I said about you being arrogant and a diva isn’t true. I knew it when I was saying it. I was just pissed you wouldn’t give me a chance to explain myself for my first screw up,” he says with a humorless chuckle. “I came off as a jerk, and I swear that’s not who I am. Do you forgive me?” His eyes are wide and waiting, hands in his pockets, more so from nervousness than the cold.

This is what I wanted, right? An apology? You sigh deeply before you reply. “You’re forgiven. And I’m sorry too, for not being up front about what I thought. Kinda just left you wondering about where we stood, and that is childish. I, too, have misrepresented myself since we met.”

He smiles a heartwarming smile at, appreciating your profession. “If it counts for anything, I sent those texts before I’d even met you, and even then, I didn’t know you were who I was talking about.”

“So… you had no idea who I was when we met?”

He shakes his head, “Nope, didn’t put two and two together until you stormed off,” he shrugs

“Huh. Well, that’s humbling, for sure…” you trail off with a laugh. Damn, all this over a misunderstanding? “Are we cool now?”

“Yeah… we’re cool.” Chris is somewhat relieved you didn’t ask to be ‘friends’. “We should start on a clean slate.” Chris takes his hand out of his pocket and puts it out to you for you to shake. “Hi, I’m Chris.”

You look at his hand, then his face, then his hand, and his face again. Noticing your hesitation, he re-presents it and wiggles his brows. You playfully roll your eyes and shake his hand, slow and steady. You get a little lost in his ocean eyes as you introduce yourself, “Hi… I’m—“

“Hey, there you are!” You and Chris snatch your hands away as if you’d just been caught doing something horrible when Lisa approaches. “I’m glad I caught you before you left.” The two of you blush and babble like idiots, but Lisa can only notice it on Chris. “Honey, your face is red! You should put a jacket on if you’re cold!”

You giggle at Lisa’s mothering and can hear Chris muttering “oh my god, Ma” under his breath. You’re handing him back his jacket as Lisa says, “I didn’t give you the details for the museum on Monday.”

“Museum? I love museums!” Seeing a grown man get this excited about anything is charming and you can’t stop the giggle that escapes you. “Can I come, too? If that’s ok with you?” Chris turns to you, hands in front of himself cautiously as he asks for your blessing. You contemplate it. Yeah, we’re cool now, but I don’t know about hanging out with him again so soon. But there’s literally no way out of this. Chris has an expectant expression, and you give him a nod to let him know you’re fine with it. “Yesss!” he says as he sharply pulls his fist into his side like he excitedly won something.

Lisa laughs at her son's antics before giving you the necessary details for your excursion. She bids you goodnight and tells Chris she’ll meet him at his car.

Your phone buzzes in your bag, and you check to see that your sister texted to let you know she’s about 2 minutes away. “Ya know… I should get your number if we’re gonna be meeting up on Monday,” Chris tries to say nonchalantly, making you perk up your brows, but you don’t meet his eyes. 

“What for?”

“Just in case, uh, you get lost on the way there.” You look up at him fully now. “You never know. We may just need to communicate.” You could swear his eyes and smile are kind of flirty. Your stomach is doing flip flops, but you’re determined to ignore it. 

“Should that happen, I’ll just call your mom.”

“What if she doesn’t answer? Who ya gonna call? Don’t—“

“Ghostbusters!” Chris tries not to laugh, but your laughter coaxes it out of him. In the midst of your laughing fit, you see your sister's car pull up a few feet up the street so you turn to walk to it. “That’s me. I gotta go.”

“Wait! Your number?”

“No.”

“Really?” he calls out to you.

You reach the car and open the door. With one foot in, you look back and say, “Really. I’ll see you Monday,” with a wink and duck your head to get into the car. You’ve got the biggest grin on your face and notice in the side view that Chris has a matching one.

“So I take it you had a good time?” Lynn asks.

“Yeah.”

Lynn questioningly mouths your simple under her breath as she wonders why you won’t give her more. “I’m too tired to ask for further details, but tomorrow I’m expecting a full debrief, ok?”

“Yeah, ok. Cool.” With that, Lynn pulls off the curb, and you think to yourself, We’re cool.

Part 6 coming soon!

[three-houses-text-files]

ignatz/raphael

c-a support + paired ending

c

Raphael: Yes! Time for food! Hey, Ignatz! Is this seat taken? Ignatz: Oh. Hey, Raphael... I'm done eating, so you can sit here if you like! R: Really? But there's still food on your plate. I: Ah, it's fine, I'm not that hungry. Anyway, I guess I'll be heading off! R: Oh. OK. R: Hey, Ignatz! Wanna train with me? I: Uh… Oh my! That equipment's looking rusty! Let me fetch some oil. R: What's the matter? It always looks like that! Come on, we'll take care of it later. I: No, you have to do it as soon as you notice. There's oil in the warehouse. I'll be right back! R: Hey, Ignatz! I: Uh, hello, Raphael! R: Are you busy? I need to talk to you. I: No, uh, that's... Oh, almost forgot, it's time to return this book to the library! I'll just... R: Hey, hey, hey! Hold up! Are you seriously gonna keep running away from me? I: What? No! I'm not...running. R: Yes, you are! Every time I try to talk to you, you make up some excuse and run! R: What's going on? You were a lot friendlier to me when we were kids. R: You were always so excited to show me all the neat stuff you had whenever I came to visit. R: We'd play hide-and-seek with my little sis, draw pictures and do other fun stuff too! Remember all that? I: Things…can't be the way they were. It's regrettable but it's the truth. R: Regrettable? What's there to regret? I: I mean, you know...what happened to your parents. I: My parents are the reason your parents died. R: What’re you talking about? My parents died in an accident while traveling for work. I: Maybe so, but they were taking over for mine because they had other business that day and couldn't go themselves. I: So, they recommended yours to fill in for them. R: Huh... I didn't know that. But what does that have to do with our friendship? I: My parents are the reason your parents died. R: You're still upset about that? R: Look, it's like I told you. My parents' death was an accident. I: No, but see, I... R: Oh, I see. But we're done talking about this. You gotta stop beating yourself up over it. It was an accident. I: He’s just putting on a brave face. No one is that forgiving…

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b

R(?): Yah! Hurr! Hyah! R: Hey, Ig— R: I-Ignatz? I: Mmm... Ah. R: Hey! Ignatz is here! R: What's gotten into him? I: … R: Hey! I: Aaaaagh! R: Hey, you've been acting weird lately. Are you sick or something? I: R-Raphael! No, I'm...fine... R: So, what's going on with you? Are you worried about something? Wanna talk about it? I: I don't know about "worried." It's just, you know, your parents... R: Hey, now! I: Aaaagh! What is it?! R: I thought I told you to drop it? Just forget about it! I: I can't just forget about it! You lost your parents! I: And when you were in need, my family did nothing to help you. R: Well, what were they supposed to do about it? It's not like they killed my parents. R: And besides, that's our folks you're talking about. That's got nothing to do with us, right? I: I still can't help but feel responsible, like I owe you somehow! R: Look, if you wanna do something, just be my pal like you used to. R: We can eat tasty meals together, play games, make jokes, and laugh until our bellies hurt! I: Are you sure that's what you want? R: Of course it is! We were friends before, and there's no reason we can't be friends now! I: Raphael, I... Thank you. And I'm sorry about before.

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a

R: ... I: Hey, Raphael. Reading a letter? R: Well, if it isn't ol' Ignatz! I got a message here from my sis. I: Oh, a letter from Maya! I haven't seen her in so long. I bet she's all grown up. R: Nah, she's still a shrimp. It's been a while since I saw her, but she's probably only up to your shoulders. I: Wow, I can't believe she's gotten that tall! R: I wrote to tell her about how we're friends again. Do you remember this? I: Is that the picture I drew for her? R: She sent it along with the letter. I guess she held onto it since we were kids! R: All right. That's enough looking. She said to show it to you and send it right back. I: To think, she's handling my little doodle with such reverence! That warms my heart. I: I remember the day I gave Maya that drawing. She looked so happy. I: Before then, I never knew I could make people happy with art. It was a revelation. I: I’ve been drawing and painting ever since, in hopes of becoming an artist one day. R: You're much better now, so it must be paying off! I bet you could be a real artist! I: No, that's not possible, I'm afraid. I have to consider my parents' wishes. R: Who cares what your parents want? It's not like you're a noble or nothing. Your fate is your own! I: Huh, you think so? R: I know so. And I'm gonna support you with whatever dream you got. R: OK. Lemme see... What's the first step to follow your dreams...oh! Got it! You should paint me! I: Uh, paint you? R: Yeah! I want my little sis to know how good I'm doing here, so I gotta send her proof. R: Plus, she'll be doubly impressed if it's a painting you made! I: Hah, good point! I can certainly try to capture your likeness. I: I’ll paint you with a warm, cheerful expression on your face, to bring Maya comfort. R: My face? No way. You gotta get my muscles in there! Mostly my chest and arms. I: Are you sure that's what she'd want to see? R: Wait! Before you start painting, I gotta get me a little more training in! R: If my muscles aren't bulging, then what's the point? I: I’m not sure about this...

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paired ending

Raphael returned to his hometown to serve his liege lord as a knight, and spent his spare time helping out at the inn that his family had opened during his time away. He was compelled to give up knighthood and manage the inn full-time, however, when his sister Maya suddenly declared her ambition to become an artist and vanished. Years later, when she finally returned, she did so in the company of another artist: her husband, Ignatz. With cheerful support from Raphael's family, Ignatz and his wife rose to prominence and, with their unique style, set the artistic paradigm in Fódlan for a generation.

[mauriooo]

when you’ve died inside so much that you put down your ocs as vines

(sorry in advance uwu i’ll link the vines on the names though)

(also just a warning i’m only cursing (albeit censored in most cases cos i’m a wimp) in this for the sake of the vine)

Skye - (@ her parents) ms keisha? ms keisha? oh my fxckin god she fxckin dead Pine - (Rico (dead boyfriend) don’t tell your mother ( P )  kiss one another ( R ) dIE FOR EACH OTHER-- Lavender - (cumulo (skye and lavender’s dad)) let me see what you have!! ( L ) a knife!! :) ( C ) nO-- (is stabbed) (prism (s/l’s mom)) oH MY GOD WHY DOES SHE HAVE A KNIFE-- (is also stabbed) CC - i eat cheerios because they’re heart healthy! and my heart has been severely damaged. so john if you’re out there- Pharaoh - (cc does something cool and/or hot while music plays in the background) wow,, Hawthorn - welcome to physics! (sets something on fire) AAAAAAAAAA HOLY MOTHER-- Genesis - (@ hawthorn talking to a police officer) hawthorn! is that a police? i’m calling the weed! (puts 420 into microwave) (disas on other end) 420 whatchu smokin-- Aurora/Downpour - ( A ) i am the sand guardian, guardian of the sand! ( D ) POSEIDON QUIVERS BEFORE HER!! ( A ) FXCK OFF-- Glitch - (hawthorn’s dad Bracken who is a big ol meanie) you stupid ( G ) no i’m not!! ( B ) what’s 9+10? ( G ) ...21 ( B ) yOU STUPID-- Matrix - (after bracken gives him food for the first time in a week (edgy backstory yay!!)) it’s an avocado! ...thanks,, Nova - hurr burr, i have jobs, and a wife, and a kid, and a mortgage and if i drop a bag of my favorite chips on the ground i don’t cry about it Aeria - (Nova, hearing weird flapping sounds) wait what’s that? is that a butterfly? (Aeria, doing the same thing with her ears and wings as in the original vine) ...it’s me Fiti - oh my gah! i think i found my berries!! (holds up a pinecone and takes a bite) (spits it out) ...not my berries :( Ka - (@ the soldiers ready to burn down the entire Gerania kingdom (fiti’s home)) i don’t know what you’re-- (first fire is lit) AAAAAAA-- YOU BETTER STOP, STOP!! BXTCH, STOP! AAAAAAAAAAA-- Blackjack/Hallo - ( H ) haha, it’s like we finish each other’sssss... ( B ) ...sssssSSSATAN WILL RIIIIIIIIISE-- Kohana - i’m nuts about these nuts! but i’m also nuts about my close good friends. (hallo, blackjack, and nimbus surround her) (voiceover) my close good friends! Nimbus - (learning how to fly with music in the background) we’re SOARIN (she slams into the ceiling) FLYINGGG~ Digit/Khloe - ( K ) do you ever want to talk about your emotions, digit? ( D ) mmmm.... no (matrix, faintly) i do ( K ) i know matrix ( M ) i’m sad ( K ) i know matrix Disas - (some random cashier) we actually have the chip reader now! (D, after hacking the cash register, holding up a tortilla chip) oh yeah? hmmmm (cashier) oh it’s not gonna work with that kind of-- (cash register) transaction complete :) (cashier) ...?????? Inklii - (anyone not a dog in the furry universe) is that a DOG in a CAR-- HEY! H E Y! ARE YOU- WHERE’D YOU LEARN TO DRIVE?? ( I ) (muffled barking) (random person) WHAT-- Artemis - (covering up her good eye so she can’t see) hi i’m sorry i didn’t see you there, i was too busy mmmmmm blockin out the haters Luna - (@ bee and sol) i love you bxtch,, i ain’t never gonna stop loving you BXTCH-- Sol - ( S ) that one friend that’s always cold (some random guild member) i’m cold.... ( S ) you’re always cold! but i’ll be damned if you’re not my friend. Bee - (@ sol) hey i’m lesbian ( S ) ...i thought you were Fioran?? Hazel - (seeing the Nothing (Horror Show antagonist, working name) for the first time) aAA-- AAAAAA!! (runs out) (comes back with a baseball bat) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (tries to hit it and fails cos it’s ~incorporeal~) Virus/Michael - (while he was still alive, in a mcdonalds, on a scooter, @ the cashier) do you know what a mcflip is? (the poor cashier) no ( M ) lemme show you (puts scooter on table and gets on) mcFLIP (does a flip off of the counter) Jinx/Cassidy - (anyone who’s ever reciprocated cassidy’s feelings after confessing) oh hey mailman whaddya got? (mailman) just this LETTER!! (reciprocator) aahhhh (mailman) aaaaaaahhhh (cassidy voiceover) jonathan, i don’t love you anymore Chance/Ezekiel - (sees cassidy with a knife) aa (gets stabbed by cassidy) aAA (watches cassidy stab lisa and then herself before he dies) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-- Boo/Lisa - (B after becoming a ghost and seeing Jinx) AAAAAAAAAAA-- AAAAAA ( J ) why are you running? WHY are you running?? Gardenia - (Ashe, bringing in a bouquet) hey babe, happy 1 year (Gardenia, not understanding) ....i’m 23?? Ashe - (after setting off a fire alarm just by being in the room) (you kinda have to watch the original vine for this one) Meredy - i don’t care about my haters, and if you wanna fight me (pulls out knife) then fight me :) Connor - (Nikki) hey how much money do you have? ( C ) uh,, 69 cents ( N ) oop! you know what that means!! ( C ) (sniff) ...i don’t have enough money for chicken nugget :,( Nikki - (before getting prosthetics (xe was born with no arms)) do you think you could push the elevator button for me? (some jerk) no, nikki.... fxckin weirdo (throws water bottle at nikki) Renier - (entering a random room in Card Castle) i’m making copies!! (pushing past Clover) MOVE, i’m GAY (voiceover) in the Card Castle, being gay just has its perks Anais - (holding a fist-sized piece of jello) jello? more like hello (inhales the jello) (chokes) Coraline - who am i? let’s go to the beach, beach! .....ninki minjaj Edward - mr spider? why was it funny to bite me? (steps on spider) is it still funny, mr spider? (dies) Henry - haha! that is NOT correct! because according to the encyclopedia of (indescript lip smacking) Charity - ( C ) i am old! (literally any other zodiac) how old are you? ( C ) sIxTeEn!! i’m a grandmotha Alexander/Evan/Evelyn - (A, jokingly) hail satan! (E1/E2, at the same time) ...hail satan!! ( A ) (loses it) Leander - (as a kid while still alive) you’re disrespecting- you’re disrespecting a future US Army soldier!! (couldn’t find the original clip so have the memed one) Bianca - (Leander, yelling out the window) baaaa!! (Bianca, unamused but still willing to play along) bAAAAAA!!!! Griffin - (holding a coupon for two free tacos) yEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS!! (seeing a jack in the box (i think that’s it) in the yet-to-be-named zodiac land) YESSSSS YEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS (completely normal voice at the register) i got two free tacos!! Jacques - (marlowe, after teaching him about memes, handing him an empty bottle) here! ( J ) ..this bxtch is empty! (throws bottle) yEET!!! Kai - (@ marlowe while henry and griffin are making out in his (marlowe’s) house) what the fxck-- is this allowed?? what the fxck, is that allowed?? ( H ) sTOP-- Marlowe - hey guys. good alternative to recycling. when you’re done with a glass bottle, eat it! fxckin eat the bottle-- Kibo/Melanie - (melanie) i brought you frankincense (kibo) thank you ( M ) and i brought you.... murrh ( K ) thank you (M, revealing all the people she’s killed for kibo’s love) murrh-DER!!! :D ( K ) (gasp) melanie.... no Lady Fate - (anyone) please, lady fate, just let me have ONE good day?? ( LF ) oh my god, you again? give it a rest, buddy! Piccolo/Newton - (N is sitting on a building) (voiceover) every step you take (P is behind him on a taller building) (voiceover) i’ll be watching you Mauri - *badly strumming guitar* hey, how you doing, well i’m doing just fine, i lied, i’m dying inside Emu - just click the link Aether - oh hi, thanks for checking in, i’m ~still a piece of garbage!!~

[d4dasher123]

Most iPhone users recognise Apple fucking sucks, but that the iPhone itself is actually fairly good when compared to a LOT of other phone. I had an iPod for a few years, then got an SE which lasted me around 2 years. Since that happened earlier this year, I've been using an Android phone. Two Androids, to be exact. And lemme tell ya, they both SUCK. It isn't about brand loyalty, it isnt about "hurr durr u r dumb if you use Android", it's quite literally about the quality of the phones. I can say, with confidence, that the cameras on these phones are total shit. I can say, with confidence, that these phones can barely run ANY apps, and if i have multiple apps open at once, the phones practically brick themselves. I can say, with confidence, that I would go back to using an iPhone in a heartbeat, because quite frankly, they are much, much better.

But anyways yeah fuck Apple. Their phones are good but they are not.

“lol Android users be like-” your phone is designed to break down after a year, your apps are all programmed to draw unnecessary power after 2 years, all your accessories and hardware are arbitrarily made with only 1 kind of plug in mind so you can’t use them with anything else or get them from anywhere else, the cables are 150$ and break in a year, your phones will not charge if there is lint in the port, the stores will ask you for 150$ to remove that lint, the phone itself is 900$

But your chat bubbles are blue so that balances it out right

[amynchan]

Concerning my post from the other day:

TL;DR:  Sorry for pissing you all off and assuming you had no idea what you were getting yourselves into.

That being said, I do have more to say, but if you were just looking for my apology and wanna bow out, I’m putting it under a read more so you can skip it more easily.

I’m not gonna lie, I was really ticked off by a bit of the response to what I had to say.  My point of view was that Thomas was attempting to turn a stereotype on its head, a ‘don’t judge a book by it’s cover’ kind of deal and y’all blew it out of the water.  Before you call me an idiot for thinking that, here’s what I saw:

me: *opens new ml comic*

me: *immediately closes ml comic*

What went through my head was “...you didn’t even read the comic?  You saw this and got pissed off?  I mean, I can get it, but sheesh, not even a chance at seeing what he was trying to do or if this was intentional...”

Next reblog was an image that said Fucking Yikes in pretty font

What went through my head was “...aaaand now it’s a bandwagon.  Great.  Oh well, mob mentality...  I don’t think they’ll take it too far.”

Next was a gif of a woman who looked utterly disgusted.

Which, fine.  I kind of got the idea that based on these three images, everyone was immediately choosing to boycott the whole comic without seeing where he was going with it.  Which, hello, screams kinda dumb to me, but whatever.  It’s your cause and you’ll fight for it how you want.  Maybe some of you even read the comic, who knows.  Best not deal with it since my opinion’s probably gonna get people pissed off at me.

hold up… this is the OFFICIAL comic book?

????????????

what in the actual racist hell?? i saw a thumbnail of this on youtube and just assumed it was some alt-right trolling nonsense, not that it was aN ACTUAL SANCTIONED RELEASE????

who would i go to if i wanted to complain about this?

My thoughts:  Hey, look, someone’s questioning this and deciding to take matters into their own hands.  Maybe they’ll read the comic and if they find something they still dissent with, they’ll take it up with the right people.  If not, then cool.  Either way, hope this ends up ok.

Next comes a snapshot of the infamous conversation between fan and Thomas Austruc

My thoughts:  ...what the hell did you just do.  You just completely messed up any credibility/validity you ever had!  Did you go in there for a debate at all?  Did you think about his side of events before expressing your own?  Did you have a defense, an offense, or even anything to defend against this very obvious question!!?

Simultaneously:  Thomas has a point.  If they haven’t read it, they don’t know the context, don’t know what he was going for, and they kind of landed themselves flat on their face with their ignorance.

Also:  ...*face palms*  You guys...  just lost....  everything...

“good to know he really cares” I say as I roll my eyes

My thoughts:  You guys cannot be freaking serious.

This is the same guy who wanted to include all sorts of diversity in ML, who worked hard for that and you guys were all for that, but after this and his (very freaking PREDICTABLE!!!) question, y’all instantly turn your burners on high and flame the hell outta him.  I mean, what the hell?

But it doesn’t end there.

Because I made a stand for what I thought--something I just don’t do because I know people hate my way of thinking because it’s different and I still work through it myself sometimes--I got mixed feedback.

I’ll start with the good stuff.  I got a single solitary ask, telling me that I was being unfair to the people who were offended.  That they had valid concerns, but I wasn’t told what those were.  I thought that those valid concerns were more of the same of what I had been talking about, so that’s what I went with.  Spoiler:  without clarification, people will just keep going on the same branch.

So that happened, and to the questioner’s credit, she was extremely straightforward and polite.  A combo I rarely see, so good on her.

I actually didn’t see her response until my 15 minute break at work (which happened a few hours later), so I didn’t have the chance to respond, and I’m quite frankly glad I was.  Because it ticked me off.  It ticked me off because there were pieces of information that I didn’t know, and Thomas sure as hell wouldn’t know based on the fact that someone with NO BACKGROUND KNOWLEDGE OF THE COMIC went to argue with him about it.

Instead of “Hey, I haven’t read this comic, but I saw these pictures and am super offended!”, we could have had a discourse like “Hey, I read your comic and while I get your intention, your execution of this idea came off as really offensive.”  It’s a night and day difference!  We have one who is about to be schooled and we have one who is ready to do schooling!  Like..  what the heck, guys!?  Debate teams don’t just wake up and debate, debate teams gear up for a fight, anticipate counter arguments, and then employ them!  And that’s how they win a freaking debate!

Another thing that ticked me off was the complete disregard of one of my own points (the “wait and see” tactic), because she thought it was kinda stupid, citing an adult literally beating a child as an example.  Yeah, that would be instantaneous, but I’ve been in too many situations where I’ve been burned, burned others, or set literally everything on fire because I didn’t ‘wait and see’.  I’ve gotten in trouble, accidentally ruined relationships, and burned bridges so fast because of it that now it’s just common sense to wait and see.  So that was more of a personal (yet unintentional, I’m sure) insult.  That argument just went out the window for me based on recent events and personal experience.

The only objective argument I found was the explanation of “Ghetto Blaster” (which I’d assumed to be another stereotype to be subverted) as well as the addition of the beanie and dollar sign necklace, neither of which I’d placed as out-of-place.  I’d figured it was part of a warm welcome, like ‘make her feel like she’s at home’ kinda thing.  But the objective points made about those, how they were out of place and too much, were valid points towards their argument.  And that is the ONLY reason why I was able to take a breath and try to see it from a perspective I literally knew nothing about.

The slap about Thomas failing the test, though, ticked me off.  Because in terms of debate, so did the fans.  His question was valid from the point of view I was coming from, as well as his response.  Once you arm yourself with more information and context, then argue with him on a level playing field.  Doing so before is just an insult.  You’re assuming that you hold all the cards and that you know everything when you obviously don’t. You don’t have all the evidence, you don’t have the shots.  All you’ve got is three images you saw online that you initially assumed were fake and your righteous anger.  Lemme tell you from experience that emotion is a poor ally in a debate.  It has more holes than swiss cheese.

Another fan expanded on the points of clothing, which also helped me to see it more from that angle.  So thank you to them as well.

But I didn’t get any of this until someone STOPPED TO EXPLAIN!  Even if they were taking shots at my belief system and how I view and interact with the world, an explanation is better than just saying ‘you’re wrong hurr durr you stupid white girl’, which does happen sometimes.

Additionally, one of my friends who shall remain unnamed came and talked with me for about fifteen minutes while I was still in my raging zone.  She assured me that no one was actually attacking me or how I thought and that they were simply trying to express their point of view.  While it still doesn’t feel like it, it is with her help that I have taken this period of time to calm down and attempt to convey my side of the story (which, if you’ve even read to this point, good on you!  Have a cookie!  *gives cookie*)

Now, if you did click this thing and decided it was waaaaay too long, here’s the gist of it:

Y’all did not make it seem as though you knew what you were talking about at all, faced off with the literal head of ML with zero preparation, and only when I made my stand did you guys actually pull up evidence, explanations (both objective and seriously subjective), and make a solid argument.  While I know my ideas were not what ticked you guys off, I’m still seriously disappointed in the whole execution of this.  You guys could have made a serious impact and difference if you had argued this out with him rationally like how you’ve been trying to convince me.

Now, make no mistake, I am sorry that I pissed you guys off and I’m sorry that I made the assumption that you guys were flying off the handle on the basis of three images (which I had thought were promotional).  But please, for the love of all things holy and divine, think before you talk to someone with power about it.  Prepare your offense, your defense, and your points.  Make sure they’re valid and as objective as possible so that way you're making a difference and not just making noise that people will ignore all over again.

Also, to the person who told me I was ‘still confused’, that’s actually a really sucky thing to say.  More like ‘does this help clear up any questions’ or ‘is there anything else that we can clear up?’ would work, but telling me that I’m still confused is just calling me an idiot and I do take slight offense to that.  I am trying, but you don’t get to tell me when I stop being confused.  That’s my call since it’s my brain.  And these are my opinions, which I have reasons for and have just explained to all of you.  Just because they are different to yours does not mean that I’m ‘still confused’.

[the-colony-roleplay]

Lottie here! 

A huge welcome back to Mod Ro’s muse(s), and lemme tell you all, last night we talked mini plots and mayhem, and there’s some sweet stuff a-brewin’. ;)

I’m cuddled up on a couch in my dad’s house in the Kootenays, as we prepare for my sister’s wedding in a couple weeks. So, I’m on vacation and slowly getting ready to party but right now...

IT’S TMI TUESDAY! 

Open your asks if you feel so inclined, we’re gonna get uncomfortably personal up in hurr! (Yeah, ‘in hurr’, did I stutter?) I’m a dork.

[qceenbambi-a-blog]

*DROPS MY URL RIGHT HURR*

lemme say nice things about people // @nanlanmo // accepting

OKAY SO HONESTLY WHERE THE FUCK DO I EVEN START?? Real talk though, I still haven’t finished True Blood but I love it and I love Jess and you just capture her so friggin beautifully. And honestly like I love the way her and Margo interact and I love talking to you and I just FRICK there are not enough words to tell you how much I looooooove you

[unistonen]

I know Animation is still seen as "hurr durr kids medium" while i can safely say around a good 40, if not 60% of European and indie works are targeted towards adults and lemme tell you, they do a good job of conveying any emotion or serious drama just as good like live-action.

Being created from absolute scratch doesnt undergrade the believability of a character. Your unconscious already registers and understands that what you see is a creation. It's like Ancient Greek choires- they are creations of the play and they tell all t You already got that covered, why not go nuts with that power? Because your thing is drawn or sculpted, it wont have a big impact on the viewer? It wont $$? If Disney got to cash in well with its titles (like Lion King) and The Prince of Egypt can still make you cry like a baby, rest assured you can make-believe anything.

I think mainstream companies and animators should stop being cowards and just give us a proper, animated feature (2D or 3D, who cares). I think Spiderverse is already a great step and I hope and wish it should go on.

how many horrible live action movies will it take for people to realize that animation is the best medium to have fantasy creatures because when everything is animated your suspension of disbelief works better

[wild-goosechase]

42 Questions You've Probably Never Been Asked

1. First thing you wash in the shower? Hair 2. What color is your favorite hoodie? Gray 3. Do you plan outfits? Yea 4. How are you feeling right now? feel like doing nothing 5. What's the closest thing to you that is red? I’m wearing red V-neck  6. Tell me about the last dream you remember having? being scolded (not that interesting lol) 7. Did you meet anybody new today? nope 8. What are you craving right now? pizza and icecream 9. What comes to mind when you think of eating cabbage? okay 10. Have you ever counted to 1,000? duh for what? just 1-100 11. Do you bite into your ice cream or just lick it? lick 12. Do you like your hair? Nah, I’m planning to be bald 13. Do you like yourself? Yea but.. 14. Would you go out to eat with George W. Bush? sure 15. What are you listening to right now? Commercial on TV 16. Are your parents strict? No, they don’t need to be because I’m good 17. Would you go sky diving? hell no 18. Do you like cottage cheese? lemme try 19. Have you ever met a celebrity? yea 20. Do you rent movies often? Nah, I buy or borrow  21. Is there anything sparkly in the room you're in? nothing 22. Have you made a prank phone call? nah 23. Ever been on a train? Nah 24. Brown or white eggs? dunno 25. Do you use chap stick? I’m practicing 26. Can you use chop sticks? yup 27. Are you too forgiving? nope 28. Ever been in love? hurr 29. Last time you cried? reading novel 30. What was the last question you were asked? Are done with your chapter one on Research subject 31. Favorite time of the year? Nothing 32. Do you have any tattoos? I have notebook always with me 33. Are you sarcastic? you decide 34. Ever walked into a wall? yes? 35. Favorite color? gray 36. Have you ever slapped anyone? not that bad 37. Is your hair curly? Don’t understand my hair lol 38. Do looks matter? it has advantage 39. Do you like your life right now? somehow but i want more  40. Do you sleep with the TV on? Don’t really into TV 41. Can you handle the truth? Depends if it’s interesting one 42. Do you have good vision? hdsfuiewgofhouq4iewrpijpjroiyhu (Lost the clean version)

[beatmyaudio]

Pullin Me Back Song Lyrics – Chingy Featuring Tyrese

Pullin Me Back Song Lyrics

Pullin Me Back Song Lyrics From Popular Hollywood Artist Chingy Featuring Tyrese from Album.

This song is sung by singer ” Chingy Featuring Tyrese ” in Year 2006.

Lyrics of Pullin Me Back :

every time i try to leave something keeps pullin me back me back tellin me i need you in my life every time i try to go something keeps tellin me that me that everything gon be all rightevery time i try to leave something keeps pullin me back me back tellin me i need you in my life it was meant to be you were meant for me so that means we gotta make it workit was all good at first spendin money goin shoppin eatin at the finest restaurants and if im club hoppin she was right thurr wit me bottle poppin livin that life she just didnt understand my lifestyle and that i aint likewe didnt have a worry in the world gotcha diamonds gotcha pearls but i cant help it if chingaling be attractin all the girls say what baby ima superstar and that come wit it gotta good nigga on your side you betta run wit iteven though im on the road doin shows i made time for me and hurr relationship to grow they tell me dont trust a woman in this industry but she not any woman more like a sacred friend to mecuz when im outta town always think of hurr might conversate wit some chicks but no one come above hurr i thought i was ya man guess you aint understand and now im sittin here lookin crazy like damnevery time i try to leave something keeps pullin me back me back tellin me i need you in my life every time i try to go something keeps tellin me that me that everything gon be all rightevery time i try to leave something keeps pullin me back me back tellin me i need you in my life it was meant to be you were meant for me so that means we gotta make it workwalk in the house wit hard work my head hurt instead of arguin can i have dinner wit some dessert uh uh she talkin bout this phone number she found aint gimme time to put my bags down she straight up clowninbefore we end up fightin let me leave im exhausted and this here i dont need now im wit the fellaz ridin and drinkin she blowin my twoway up but i need some time for thinkinyeah i wanna go back but sumthin sayin naw lemme give her some space and the next day i might call what should i do look lemme ask yall should i stand tall or let this relationship falli aint down wit havin my feelings crushed but it happens sometimes either love it or give it up i thought i was your man guess you aint understand and now im sittin here lookin crazy like damnevery time i try to leave something keeps pullin me back me back tellin me i need you in my life every time i try to go something keeps tellin me that me that everything gon be all rightevery time i try to leave something keeps pullin me back me back tellin me i need you in my life it was meant to be you were meant for me so that means we gotta make it workto all the fellaz know you feel me you ever had a woman good times led to bad times and you aint see it comin tried your best to make her happy but it wasnt enough cuz mama told me in relationships the road get roughand i aint the one to have my head down weepin stressed out as bad as it hurts i gotta move to the next route yes i thought i was her man guess she aint understand and now she sittin thurr lookin crazy like damnevery time i try to leave something keeps pullin me back me back tellin me i need you in my life every time i try to go something keeps tellin me that me that everything gon be all rightevery time i try to leave something keeps pullin me back me back tellin me i need you in my life it was meant to be you were meant for me so that means we gotta make it work said we gotta make it work baby

Pullin Me Back Song Lyrics

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[screwstontx]

lemme tell y'all bout this gorgeous woman right hurr!!

Just because I been hiding.

I’m alive.

I even feel a lil better.

[moonraccoon-exe]

Ooo, you must mean Ding Dong Dell! That's been my favourite city so far, for all those reasons. c: And I will definitely let you know if I pick up Rime! So. Ignis and the Beast. I'm giddy just thinking about what might happen next! Can you give us any teasers? c: No pressure though! I just love how they are slowly growing closer together and wanted to say again how much I loved the garden chapter. I'm a little biased (I love flowers), but I felt like I was there, floating right along.

GASPS

FLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (ノ*°▽°*)

*TACKLE-HUGS YOU AND SNUGGLES UR HEAD*

IRIDAE!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT U!!!!!!!!!!! AKJD FLKGDAGJADLKGJF FLKJ IT U AGAIN, YOU WROTE TO ME SO SOON AFTER THE PREVIOUS ONE AND THAT MAKES ME SO HAPPY, I’M A BOUNCY LITTLE BALL OF FLUFF RIGHT NOW AKSJDKADGJ OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR WRITING TO ME AGAIN, BUDDY, AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH,, THANK YOU!!!! ( ˙꒳​˙ )♡

ALKSJFAGLKH AJLSKFDG JFHKLDA JGLK JFLKAGD HFJLKG JSKFHLH JSFKHL

I WUV YA

Ya know, the last post I made was about Horizong Zero Dawn and this huge monster I found, like, claws, fangs, beam blasters and guns, like ten feet tall, and when I saw the ask make it into my inbox, the preview was “Oh, you must mean Ding Dong Dell!!”

So…akljsdkldgjadklgj AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA 

So you can tell I sat there for a moment, mind entirely blank and confused, and I was like “…so you’re telling me the most giganormous and most dangerous machine is- is named Ding Dong Dell in english? I…I’m confused” but then I saw the rest of the ask and I was like OH MY GOD, IT’S IRIDAE, THEY’RE TALKING ABOUT NI NO KUNI AHAHAHAHHAHAAH

It was fantastic, got a damn good laugh out of me ahahahhahaha x)

Ding Dong Dell it is then!!! WHAT A BEAUTIFUL CITY, it looks like the sorta kingdom city I’d love to live in. Lots of colors and happy things and pretty gardens and fountains alkjsdlfkgjadlg. No wonder it’s been your favorite so far!! :D

How ya doing with the volcano? I bet you beat it already! MAN, WHAT A GAME!! >3

IGNIS AND THE BEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAST

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHA SLKFJGDALKGDA JKLGD GJHKL JDGLKD FJFLKH KLJ

klasjfa glkdjgaklgjdalkgja dlkgajdlkh, *SCREEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM*

The fact alone that you tell me you’re giddy thinking about what’s to come MAKES ME GIDDY ASKJADGLKLAJSG KLHJ ALKG OMG IRIDAE, THAT’S SO PRECIOUS AND SO SWEET AAAHH THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THINKING ABOUT THE FIC, IT MAKES ME SO HAPPYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!! ;A;

A teaser of what’s to come in the near future for them? HMMM!!! THAT SOUNDS. TEMPTING. HURR HURR, PURR, A TEASER, HMMM~ (*ﾉωﾉ)

Well, why not, I guESS I CAN DO THAT, AYE!!!!

So I don’t have anything properly written yet, but I do have the summary of stuff to happen before the. hm. Plot twist? ASDJKDGKLADJ not gonna say anything, we know the original tale so it’s not much of a secret anyway but aksdjdlkgdaj HUSH MOON RACCOON

As you may know, I…accidentally destroyed my computer OTL And there was the original draft of the rest of the fic. I wrote down most that I could remember, and I think I got it all, or at least 95% of it. It’s just the fluffy shenanigans, more bonding moments, so I think it’s fine to give you a few teasers of what’s to come!!

I still have to arrange correctly the summary bits, but what’s soon to happen are these things:

Gladio sees Ignis sewing something, and he gets an idea. He has a dear piece of clothing that’s ripped in the center, so he asks Ignis if he could please fix it. Gladio’s really shy and hesitating about it, really insecure, and Ignis can do but wonder just what this cape means to him, but doesn’t question him and accepts fixing it. ‘It’s special’, is all that Gladio explains. Any guess what it may be? Only clue is, it’s also special for Iris.

Not in next chapter, maybe in 1 or 2 more, we’ll get a bit more of Ravus, maybe his last one until the “plot twist”. A Tenebraean dessert makes its first appearance here, and helps a lot! We also see Aranea again, after another search mission failed.

Flower crowns. That’s all I’m saying

Book nerds will keep on book nerding. But this time they may find other spots other than the library for their daily reading. Any guess where? :3

This is meant to happen in 1, 2, or 3 chapters more, but it’s still relatively soon: Ignis, less focused in the gardens now and retaking his daily exploring in the castle, finds a room he hadn’t been to before and, as he explores it, he finds a box. He finds something in it that captures his heart and breathe and starts giving him ideas. Any guess? Your clue is, it’s golden….~ ┬┴┬┴┤( ͡° ͜ʖ├┬┴┬┴

LAKSJF GKLADGJ ADKLGJAD GKLADJ GADLKGJGA SKFJAGKDLJ ADLKGJADG

THAT IS ALL THAT I’M SAYING RIGHT NOW AAAAAAAAHHHH

Hurrrr...you see how easy it is to set me in a writing-Iggy-and-the-Beast mood? DAMN, now I really want to start hurrying with the update to get to all these points listed above. I’M SO EXCITED ABOUT THIS FANFIC, FLOUR, YOU HAVE NO IDEA KJSDAKLDGJAKLG I’M EAGER THAT YOU ALL READ WHAT’S STILL LEFT TO BE SHARED AAAHHH

(Lemme add a keep reading right here! :3)

aKASFGDKJ ADKLGJ AKLGH AJLKHAJ GLKDAJGAHKLH JAFLKHA

*UNCONTROLLABLY FLAILING ALL OVER THE PLACE*

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, THANK YOU SO MUCH, FLOUR!!!!!! It makes me so happy and weak that you’re enjoying of how they’re slowly getting closer hnhgnhhnf. I think people are already at the limits of “THIS IS TOO MUCH I NEED THEM TO KISS NOW” which makes me a bit insecure of “am I going TOO SLOW, like, even slwoer than SLOW?” aksljdfakgljad and yes, I am, BUT IS THAT STOPPING ME? NAH MAN. SUFFER. WATCH THEM SLOWLY GET CLOSER AND CLOSER AND DIE WITH ME, DAMMIT.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I’m SO happy that you really liked the garden chapter!!!! You could say it daily, I’d never get tired ofi t. Indeed, it just- makes me prouder and happier, I’m really so, so, so happy that you liked it so much :’) It’s okay to be biased, fanfics are all biased because it’s what we like!! Haha! So if the author does a biased something that a reader finds personally enjoyable, WHAT A BEAUTIFUL THING, AH? Aklsjdfklgjdaklgjda

You love flowers, Flour. You couldn’t have a much better and appropriate anon signature. ( ˙꒳​˙ )♡

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

IRIDAE, THANK YOU SO, SO, SOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH AAAAAAAAHHHH, THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!! ;A; It’s such a beautiful and big compliment to me that you say that you felt as if you were in the fic, floating along the little dorks. ASdjksladgjdaklgjadgKALS FALKDGJ ADKLGJ ADLKGJA  FLOUUUUUUUR!!!!!!!!!

*TACKLE-HUGS U AGAIN AND NEVER LETS GO*

U WONDERFUL SUPERB MUFFIN MADE OF SWEETNESS, THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!! You’re such a phenomenal reader and you support me so nicely and so good aksdjkflja I don’t know what to say, how to thank you enough, YOU MAKE ME SO HAPPY, HOW DARE YOU AKSDJ FADKGL DGKLDJ

*HUGS*

Seriously, thank you so, so, so much, Flour. It means so much to me that you’re enjoying of it. Thank you so much for all the good comments, Iridae. Thank you so much, wholeheartedly. You really help me with my confidence regarding this fic, a lot :’)

ANYWAYS BUDDY

THAT’S THAT!

Thank you soooooooooo, so, so much again for being so nice and for taking the time to write to me!!!! IT MADE ME SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU AROUND AGAIN!!! :3

Thank you for all the good words, and thank you for asking about Iggy and the Beast. Honestly, I could talk about it every damn day and never get tired. Thanks for giving me the chance to talk with you about it. :)

THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING, BUDDY!!!

I hope you’re having a MOST FANTASTIC day or night!! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ