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izlaria · 4 years ago

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Someone you like (part 3)

This is the third chapter of my “Someone you like” inspired fic. It’s also available on AO3 in case you prefer that platform. Please hit me up to talk about Plance!

Summary: Lance finds a better friend in Pidge than he could have antecipated.

Also, Pidge pining hour.

17 and 15 years old

“I can’t believe we have a cow.” Lance stared in awe at the animal. It looked completely out-of-place in the middle of the highly technological castle-ship. “Where did that dude even get her from?” he exclaimed, waving an arm at it. Lance gasped, lowering his voice to a whisper, “Do you think she’s… a clone?”

Kaltenecker kept on chewing, indifferent to Lance’s fussy behavior.

“Most likely,” Pidge responded. She was looking down at a tablet that contained results from the scan they’d conducted on Kaltenecker. “She is carbon-based, which isn’t such a rarity out here, but is always good to know. The anatomy also checks out with normal cow biology. The only change I could find is that her diet is more adapted to what’s available in this quadrant.”

Lance scratched the top of his head. “Does that mean she can’t eat Earth food?”

“She probably can…” Pidge tapped the edge of the tablet in a considering manner. “We eat alien food and nothing has happened yet.”

“So we’re winging it? That doesn’t sound very scientific.” He didn’t like the idea of putting their cow in danger. “Can’t you figure something out for her to eat?”

“I’m not a biochemist, Lance.” Pidge took her eyes off Kaltenecker to glare at him. “Nor a geneticist. That’s more Coran’s area of expertise.”

“Easy!” Lance held up his hands. “We can talk to him, then. I was just asking a question…”

Pidge huffed out a breath, then let her shoulders drop. “I don’t know how you’re not annoyed right now. We spent the entire afternoon in a fountain to get a freaking video game, only to realize we have no way to turn it on!”

“I actually had fun.” Lance shrugged. He didn’t really see what bothered her so much. Sure, he wanted to play Killbot Phantasm, but even the fact that they’d found the game out in the universe was enough for him. “It felt like the sort of crazy I used to get to back home.”

She fidgeted with the tablet in her hands. “Going to the mall and causing a scene?”

Lance eyed Pidge curiously. Her brow was furrowed, but she looked more lost than irritated. “Sure,” he acquiesced. “This was hardly my first time fishing out coins from a fountain.”

“It was for me,” Pidge interrupted brusquely. “I had never done that before.”

He cocked an eyebrow at her. “Really? You’re one of the biggest troublemakers I’ve met. I’m pretty sure you’re at least guilty of fraud after lying about your identity to get into the Garrison.”

For some reason, this seemed to startle her. It was almost ludicrous to think that Pidge had gone undercover without realizing the legal implications of her actions. It would be just like her, too, to get so caught up in the big picture that she simply bulldozed through every other detail.

“That was different, though.” She was pouting now, her cheeks comedically puffed out. “I was more of a homebody when younger.” Her gaze was lowered to her hands, distant. “I don’t have as many stories to tell as you and Hunk.”

“I seriously doubt that.” Lance scoffed. “Aren’t you always talking about the crazy experiments you and Matt did? I bet he will have a bunch of embarrassing shit about you that you never tell us. I can’t wait to get my hands on all that sweet, sweet blackmail!”

Lance wrung his hands menacingly, but when he looked down at Pidge the expression on her face caught him off guard. He expected her to be exasperated or at least displeased, so the tenderness in her eyes was unforeseen.

He’d been talking about her brother as if they would meet soon, Lance realized. Pidge mentioned him often, but not in detail, not in any capacity that didn’t serve to remind everyone of her mission to find her family. He guessed it felt too much like an open wound, like when Lance tried to talk about Marco or Rachel.

But maybe it did them some good, too.

“Besides, even if we never get to play Killbot Phantasm, we still did plenty today.” Lance began to count on his hand. “We stole money from a fountain so we could buy a vintage video game. We got a cow from a space mall. We were chased by an alien security guard who thought we were pirates! I couldn’t make this up if I tried!”

When he laughed, Pidge joined in. She tried to suppress it, but the air escaped through her nose and her lips quirked up in undeniable amusement. It always felt like a victory to make her laugh. Pidge didn’t let herself get distracted often.

“I don’t know,” she quipped, looking more relaxed. “You have the most convoluted stories of anyone I know.”

Although Pidge said it as if it was a bad thing, Lance could see the playfulness in the twist of her mouth. This was nice, too, because a year earlier he would have seen only the harshness in his teammate. On an impulse, he leaned down to hug her.

“W – What?!” Pidge thrashed against his arms. “Lance, let me go!”

“No can do, Pidgey.” He held on. Lance had crossed his arms behind her head, keeping her tight against his chest. “You can’t escape this friendship.”

“Yes, I can, you nitwit!” Pidge’s voice was muffled by his shirt and Lance simply pretended not to hear her. “You’re suffocating me!”

“We have Kaltenecker now, we’re her parents!” he stated happily, despite the sting of Pidge pinching his sides. “Stop, you don’t want her to see us fighting.”

Pidge let her arms fall, looking up at Lance. Her face was red and her hair stuck out from where he’d accidentally run his hands through it. “You’re ridiculous.”

There was a well-placed moo from Kaltenecker, as if the cow agreed.

Lance grinned and finally gave up his grip on her, taking a step back. Pidge immediately punched him in the stomach in retaliation.

“Ow!” he complained, though it was clear she hadn’t put any real force behind it. “We were having a moment!”

Pidge turned up her nose, but her complexion only grew more flustered. “Then you can forget all about it, like you did with Keith.”

“Fine, you win.” Lance crossed his arms, looking smugly down at her. “I did make you blush, though. I might be rusty, but old Lance still has an effect on the ladies!”

“Ugh!” Pidge moved so quickly that Lance had to hide behind Kaltenecker in order to evade her hits. When they stopped running, she kept her tablet at hand, brandishing it as if it was her bayard. “Never say that to me again!”

He stuck his tongue out at her, then had to duck when Pidge aimed the tablet at his head once more. “Jeez, you know I’m kidding!”

“Yeah.” Something in her voice made Lance shoot back up. She was staring right at him, looking more serious than he’d expected. “I know.”

Before he could ask what was wrong, Pidge walked away from where he stood and towards a panel in the back of the room. She deposited her tablet on one side, then started clicking away at a few keys.

“Coran mentioned we could reprogram the room to look like a field on Earth,” she explained once Lance had made his way over. “We could maybe get some vegetation from a planet in this quadrant and create an area for her to graze.”

“Yeah, that would be cool.” He felt almost dizzy from the ups and downs of Pidge’s humor. The coldness that surrounded her now made Lance want to apologize, but it also annoyed him. He thought they were having a good time earlier. “Introducing Kaltenecker to Earth food isn’t really the priority, huh?”

Pidge nodded, avoiding his eyes.

Despite the awkwardness, Lance didn’t want to leave. The idea of letting Pidge stay mad at him left a bitter taste in his mouth, especially after the day they’d had. She could be incessantly frustrating, but she had also grown on him.

Like a weed. A short, bad-tempered weed.

He watched in silence as she worked the panel. Her concentration was admirable, even when she used it as a way to push Lance away. It reminded him of their time in the Garrison, when it felt like every step he took in their friendship was met with two steps back from Pidge.

With the privilege of hindsight, Lance could guess how tiring the disguise must have been for her. Their studies had never been easy and Pidge had perfected her mediocrity like an art. Knowing her true genius now, Lance imagined she’d actually known it all but had chosen to keep herself under the radar.

“Are you just going to stand there?” Her tone struck a chord with him, bringing forth a familiarity that he hadn’t felt since Earth.

Lance put his hands on his hips, raising an eyebrow at her. “I’m just waiting for you, Pidgeon.”

She turned back to the panel, then took a deep breath, as if calming herself.

“I have a lot to do here,” she said in warning. After a moment, her expression softened. “Why don’t you take the game up to your room? I’ll grab Hunk on my way there and we can try to adapt everything to the castle’s power source.”

Lance could recognize her words for the peace offering that they were. He aimed finger guns at her, earning himself a snicker.

“Don’t take too long or I’ll fall asleep!” he called out as he walked backwards, towards the exit.

“I’ll get Kaltenecker to lick your hair, if you do!” she replied, attention already back to the control panel.

Lance laughed, but he knew that was no empty threat.

He didn’t often spend his nights roaming the hallways of the castle. Lance was a big believer on the benefits of good sleep and an established routine. It helped him maintain his complexion blemish-free and it contributed to keeping him sane when his mind felt scrambled beyond repair.

There were times, however, when not even spa days and special hair masks could calm his thoughts, and then he was stuck like this, struggling to fall asleep.

He buried deeper into his jacket. It wasn’t his normal one, but a big, fleece-y thing that Hunk and Pidge had gotten for him in their last trip to the space mall. Lance loved it fiercely. The castle cooled during the night-cycle to ensure the machines didn’t overheat and Lance always suffered for it.

A blinking light on the doors to his right caught Lance’s attention. It signaled movement in the hangar, just one of many fail-safes devised by Coran and Pidge to ensure no one was trying to mess with the lions. The light wasn’t all that worrying on its own; it was just a way to know what rooms were currently in use.

Lance was too tired to think through his actions. He moved into the hangar, not even questioning who might be in there. He wanted to see Blue. Or Red. Or anyone, really.

He rubbed at his eyes, collecting the tears that threatened to spill down his cheeks.

Sure enough, there was Pidge, curled around a set of tools and a big, wiry mess of parts. She had probably been propped up against the processing columns but ended up sliding down in her sleep.

The image filled Lance with so much affection that he found himself smiling. It was unusual to see their youngest member without her defenses put up. She was only second to Keith in her reserve, something that had initially displeased Lance about the two.

Pidge did have the habit of falling asleep while she worked, but Shiro and Hunk were the ones charged with checking on her. Lance thought she looked strangely cute like this, with her mouth a little open and her glasses askew. He’d forgotten how young she truly was, because of how smart and assertive Pidge could be. She didn’t want to be treated like a child and the whole team could respect her strength and maturity.

Even before they’d ended up light-years from Earth, Pidge had already carried more on her shoulders than anyone Lance had ever met. Despite knowing it was a vain hope, Lance wished he hadn’t made things harder for her back in the Garrison.

He crouched down and carefully pulled her glasses free. Strands of hair stuck to her cheeks and forehead, but without the too-big frames Lance could see her face more clearly.

Pidge already looked older than she had when they were students. After so many wormhole jumps, it was difficult to determine how long had passed since their discovery of the Blue Lion, but the passage of time made itself known in other ways.

She was pretty, but that didn’t surprise Lance. Pidge’s no-nonsense ways and sharp eyes had always been striking, even when he only pointed out these aspects of her as a joke.

Lance took off his jacket and balled it up, trying to slip it behind her head. It wouldn’t be comfortable, but it was an improvement to her current position.

“Lance?” Her eyes had fluttered open. From this close, he could see the fatigue that clouded them.

“Hey, Pidgey-Pidge,” he called out in a whisper.

“Hey, loverboy.” She giggled, lids opening and closing tiredly.

The nickname shot another wave of emotion through him. For some reason, Lance felt his eyes burn again.

“We should get you to bed,” he tried to say, though his voice sounded rougher than he intended.

Pidge didn’t immediately notice. She nodded a few times and sat up, stretching her arms over her head. She frowned at the pieces of tech still scattered around them, then focused her eyes back on him.

“Lance,” she sounded much more awake now, “why are you here?”

“Oh, you know,” he stalled. “Sometimes, in the middle of the night, a guy just needs to grab some food goo.” He flexed his now exposed arms. “I’m a growing boy, Pidge.”

Pidge raised a brow, looking supremely unimpressed. “Don’t lie to me.”

Lance winced a little at the terse tone she’d adopted. Even in her half-awake state, Pidge was still able to see through his bullshit.

“The kitchen is nowhere near the hangar,” she continued when he didn’t reply. Her voice was soft in a way Lance had never heard from Pidge. “And your eyes look red.”

He shifted his head to the side to escape her scrutiny. Lance half-expected Pidge to get angry at his stubbornness, so he couldn’t help the small, shocked sob that escaped him when her hand touched his chin, slowly lifting his gaze.

The worry in her face quickly changed into something understanding, an almost desperate ache that must have reflected his own expression. Without another word, Lance buried into her embrace, curved so that his forehead rested on Pidge’s shoulder.

“I c-can’t stop thinking about them,” he confessed amid his sobs. “What – What if they think I’m dead?”

Pidge murmured an “I know” into his hair. Despite their size difference, she wrapped herself around Lance so completely that he felt guarded by her arms.

“Come on,” she said once his whimpers had quieted down. “Your room is the closest.”

Lance let her move away. His knees hurt from the position he’d assumed on the floor and, now that he no longer had Pidge there, the cold of the hangar raised goosebumps across his arms.

“Put this back on.” Pidge draped the fleece jacket over his shoulders. Her hands lingered there for a moment, drawing a line in the fabric. “It’s a better coat than it could ever be a pillow.”

It wasn’t much of a joke, but Lance smiled at her. Crying made him exhausted, but not enough to ignore Pidge’s efforts to cheer him up. He stood up.

“Don’t knock it ‘til you’ve tried it.”

They made their way to his room in silence. Pidge had to stop at the hangar doors to put in the security measures, but no more words were exchanged. Lance was just glad to have company.

They paused in front of his dorm. “Will you come in?”

Pidge studied him carefully. Lance didn’t think she could see much in the dark of the hallway, but the truth was that she’d already caught him in a breakdown, there was nothing else to hide.

“Do you want to be alone?” she finally vocalized her concern. Lance shook his head, feeling his chest constrict at the possibility that she might leave. “Then I’ll come in.”

He went straight to his bed and laid down. Pidge stood at the entrance, letting the door slide closed behind her. The awkwardness was palpable and Lance couldn’t blame her for it; Pidge was not the best at social cues.

“At least sit down with me. I promise I won’t start bawling again.” He didn’t mean to sound depreciative, but his self-consciousness must have shown, because Pidge narrowed her eyes at him.

“I don’t care if you cry, you doofus.” She marched up to the bed and sat down near the headboard. “Put your head in my lap.”

Her demanding tone didn’t fit in with the gentleness of her actions. Lance was amused by the incongruity. Pidge was rough around the edges and her earlier show off affection now made her bristle, almost as if she was afraid to reveal too much to him. Lance could understand the urge to put up a front, but he was too exhausted to be embarrassed.

He rolled on his side, fitting his shoulder under her thigh.

“My mom used to do this when I was upset.” Pidge ran a hand through his hair, pulling lightly at the knots until they were undone. “The rhythm of it always soothed me. That and her, really. Mom had – I mean, she has a calming influence.”

Lance didn’t comment on her slip up. The feeling of nails scraping against his scalp was pleasing. The personal closeness was something that they also did in his family and he had missed it. He was a naturally affectionate person and the team didn’t seem to appreciate his expansiveness all that much.

“I used to do this for Veronica and Rachel,” he breathed out. “Ronie is older and she would force me to braid their hair when I was younger. I complained about it non-stop, but now I miss it.”

Pidge traced his hairline, then down to his ear, neck, collarbone. She seemed absent-minded as she did it, mind caught somewhere else.

“Matt was the one who would call me Pidge. I used to hate that nickname. After he disappeared, it seemed only right to assume it as my new name. For him.”

Lance shifted a little, so that he could look up at her. “Your real name isn’t Pidge?”

This made her stop for a moment and look down at him in exasperation. Lance suppressed the urge to laugh, but his lips still twisted into a smile, despite his effort.

Pidge flicked him on the forehead.

“I thought you were being serious!” It was funny to see her like this. Pidge usually responded to him with either blankness or sarcasm, so it was satisfying to garner an actual reaction.

“I could have been!” Lance brought a hand up to rub his stinging forehead. “You do realize you never told Hunk and I your real name?”

“It’s Katie,” she said without preamble. The only sign of her unease was that, when Lance tried to sneak another look at her face, Pidge’s fingers held his head in place, before resuming movement in his hair.

“It’s nice to meet you, Katie.” He let out a soft snicker, which Pidge mirrored.

“Nice to meet you, Lance.”

Lance fell silent, letting her touch lull him into a torpor. The point of contact gave him something to concentrate outside of his thoughts of Earth, until the sensation and Pidge were all he could focus on.

“Did you fall asleep?” she asked after some time.

“No.” Lance slowly rose up from her lap. “I don’t know if I will be able to sleep tonight.”

Pidge frowned, looking down at her hands as Lance repositioned himself to sit at her side.

“You and I are more similar than I ever thought, I guess.”

“What, you also go crying around the castle at strange hours, hoping no one else will see?” She raised a brow at him in response. It wasn’t that much of a surprise, really. Lance had known how broken up she felt about her father and brother’s disappearance. “We will find them, Pidge. I won’t rest until we do.”

The emotion in her eyes shifted. He couldn’t really tell what Pidge was feeling, but the look on her face was both sad and warm, grateful even. Lance tried to think of a time when he or any of the others had tried to support her in her search. There might have been something said when she’d first revealed her identity, but nothing stood out since.

His chest tightened with the realization.

It was possible that Hunk or Allura had spoken to Pidge privately about it, and Lance would put good money on the odds that Shiro had comforted her more than once, but that was it. Keith was quiet and broody, too dedicated to their mission to consider what the rest of the team went through. And Lance…

Lance had been too self-involved to notice. He had wallowed in his own misfortune and it had blinded him to the fact that at least his family was safe in Cuba. Pidge’s father and brother were lost in the middle of an intergalactic war, taken prisoners. Her mother thought she was missing.

He didn’t feel like he deserved Pidge’s gratitude.

“Can you tell me something funny?” she asked out of the blue. “I don’t think talking about our families is gonna help either of us sleep tonight.”

Lance let out a shaky exhale. “You’re right. I’m all cried out.” He poked at the skin under his eyes. It felt sensitive and swollen. “All that investigating for good eye masks and the work was all for nothing!” He put his palm over his eyes, playfully turning his head to the side. “Don’t look at me! I’m a shadow of my former self!”

“You’re the resident beauty guru, I’m sure you’ll figure something out.” Pidge rolled her eyes at his theatrics. She pulled Lance’s hand away from his face. “And you owe me a story.”

“Hey, how do I owe you anything?” He pouted at her. “I just saved you from getting a crick on your neck!”

She pulled more harshly at his hand, making Lance yelp. “You woke me up and I even gave you a head massage!”

It was his turn to tug at her arm, but his smile betrayed that Lance was having fun. “Fine, but then we’re even!”

Pidge finally let go of him, looking smug. He closed his hand and pointed at her face in an act of mock aggravation.

“Is it okay if I lie down?” She looked around the room, as if searching for a hidden futon where she could stretch out.

“Sure, let me just…” He scooted down and to the side. Pidge maneuvered into the space he had created, stuck between him and the wall. “I don’t think these beds were made to be shared.” He laughed.

The position wasn’t the worst they could be in. Pidge was small enough that, with her back pressed to the wall, Lance had enough space in the mattress that he wouldn’t fall over.

“This feels like a sleepover.” Her face scrunched up at the words. He couldn’t tell if she was embarrassed or just amused by the idea. “I never had one of those before.”

“Never?” he marveled.

“No need to look that surprised,” Pidge huffed. “I just didn’t have a lot of friends growing up. Not anyone close, at least.”

“Just Matt,” Lance blurted out without thinking. A shadow crossed Pidge’s eyes, but she didn’t seem upset.

“Yeah… You would like him. Matt can be as much of a goofball as you are.” She nuzzled quietly into the pillow. The lights had dimmed automatically when they laid down, so Lance couldn’t tell if Pidge was blushing or not. “It helps, you know? Having you here.”

Pidge refused to catch his eyes as she said this, which Lance understood. Being vulnerable could be scary, even when around your best friends. Still, he felt pride well up in him, glad that he had done something right towards her.

“You wanted a funny story, right?” he asked softly, the words only loud enough to be heard. Pidge’s gaze snapped to his, obviously relieved. “How about this: My first love was this little girl I met when I was fourteen. I never even knew her name.”

“That’s not funny, not really.” Pidge’s brows took a quizzical air. “How do you know it was love, then?”

“I just know. When I think about her, about that day… It felt like fate.” He saw the cynicism on her face before Pidge could even say anything. “I swear! I met her and everything changed. I don’t know if I would have met Hunk or got into the Garrison or even made it here without her.”

Pidge sighed against the pillow. “Honestly, that sounds like a lot of pressure to put on a first love.”

Lance watched as she drew patterns into the sheets between them. She wasn’t trying to be mean, he could tell.

“She doesn’t know, obviously. I didn’t even like her straight away. It’s just –” he paused, thinking it through. “It’s just funny, how much of a difference one person can make. When she talked to me, I was feeling sorry for myself. She cheered me up.”

That same day, he had met Hunk, who had later confessed that he’d only approached Lance because he’d appeared to be in a good humor. Without Hunk, his best friend, Lance might not have tried out for the Garrison. And, without the Garrison, he wouldn’t have been in Arizona to find the Blue Lion.

“Is she why you are so obsessed with fate and such?” Pidge teased. She was yawning every few seconds, but there was a smile on her face.

“You shouldn’t knock fate down.” Lance grinned, trying to bat her hand away from the sheets. They had bunched up a bit due to her movements. “It got us into space and closer to your family.”

Pidge made a face at him, then shrugged. They’d had this conversation before, about what had led the three out into Garrison grounds that night. Pidge argued that it was bound to happen, with how often she went out to search the radio frequencies, but even that fell back into Lance’s claim that they were all destined to become the new paladins of Voltron.

“I just think that love is about commitment,” she murmured, eyes already closed. “It’s about choosing one person and then falling in love with him, even when he’s obnoxious, even when he’s…” She trailed off, having fallen asleep.

Lance chuckled at her little speech. It was nice to think that someone would eventually choose to love him, forever. He felt comforted not only by the idea, but by Pidge's slow breathing, the heat of her hand so close to his chest. His own lids felt heavier and heavier. Lance closed his eyes.

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tosikoarts · 5 years ago

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SFW Alphabet | Light Yagami

Haven’t seen anyone doing this alphabet thing so here we go. Warning: there’s a lot. Check tosikowrites tag for more.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Light is not the best when it comes to affection. It usually served him as a method of manipulation so in the beginning it might take some time for him to separate affection as a tool from affection as a sincere feeling.

When he finally does his affection will depend on the point of timeline:

If it is before the L’s death, he would be extremely cautious with everything and everyone. Nobody would know about relationship and all of affection would be in virtual form. Morning texts, good nights, deep conversations or just a daily check-ups – Light would try hard to show that he cares through words since he can’t do it in any other way. He would occasionally send flowers with a box of chocolate or other traditional gifts when circumstances allow him to do so. After the memory loss, Light probably would find one calm evening for a candlelight dinner in inconspicuous but cozy restaurant.

If it is somewhere between the L’s death and rise of his successors, he would shower his dearest with affection, both verbal and physical. He would stay classy but choose more expensive gifts like wristwatch, or bracelet, or book, or box of ideal fruits. He never asks what someone wants, but will pick every single hint to make a guess. Light prefers kisses to hugs, particularly hand kisses and kisses in the corner of the mouth. He would be the ideal traditional dating type, sweet-talker, but only where all his plans for day are accomplished and Misa is not around.

If it is after the rise of successors, Light would become distant. He would get back to texts. They would be rare, short, but full of reassurance everything will okay soon. Light would send single “I love you” before going to before going to Yellow Box Warehouse.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

That smartass friend that knows they have to stop you from doing stupid thing but still watches you doing it. Then they help you to deal with consequences and tell you how dumb you were but they wanted you to learn on your own mistakes. Yes, that’s Light.

It’s difficult to become friends with him unless he is truly interested in your personality, skills, or social position. Friendship with Light has to be built on mutual benefit of some sort.

If he helps you, you must help him as well. No excuses. Even though he is demanding, he is ready to do a lot for his best friend too.

Also, he is the type that still talks to you like nothing changed after a long pause in communication. Once you get to some level of trust there’s no turning back. Oh, and he will make sure to keep his best friend as far from all Kira-related stuff as possible.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Light doesn’t initiate cuddles ever. The chance of him initiating cuddles is around 5% on the day when all stars lineup and both of your horoscopes say something grandiose is about to happen.

Nevertheless, if someone else decides to cuddle him in private, he will not reject them. Prefers spooning and being big spoon for sure.

Definitely needs cuddles after stressful day but, again, will never admit it. The best cuddle session has to include rainy day, cold room, and freshly washed sheets.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He doesn’t think about settling down. Light may be mediocre at cooking but, boy, he won’t leave a single speck of dust in the house. Not on his watch. Laundry? Nobody does it better. Not a clean freak, Light just likes to keep things in order where he can find everything in seconds. Probably has specific schedule for cleaning too. He hates doing dishes and still does it anyway. Can you imagine what power of will he possesses?

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

It doesn’t really depend on circumstances. Light will do it tête-à-tête somewhere where person feels comfortable and safe. He is cold and blunt with explanation, very convincing too. Light’s words turn everything upside-down so in the end you think it’s only logical to break up with him. How does he feel? Nobody knows. He probably suppresses all feelings, emotions, and dives into killing criminals with even more passion.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Well, if we talk about serious commitment, not a temporary contract for the sake of New World, it would take from 5 to 8 years for someone like Light to propose. He wants to be sure it is the right person by his side. At some point, he also will confess about him being Kira and make sure his loved one is okay with that. If they’re not he would try to manipulate them into accepting his mission. If it doesn’t work he will eliminate them. They don’t have to support his actions but they have no right to get in his way. After hearing “yes” and putting proposal ring on their finger, Light will go and finish all his previous affairs i.e. with Misa.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Oh, he can be gentle if he really wants to. It is a luxury few can afford. Pecks on the cheek, holding hands, back rubs – he is more about physical side of affection and gentleness. He will be extra caring and loving if his loved one did something special for him (like present for a Birthday) or made him proud. Anniversaries are another reason for Light to shower them with love.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He is not really into hugs due to the constant need to keep everyone at arm's length. If he sees that a person can go without hugs, he will prefer to avoid them. If they are needy, he may give up and wrap hands around their waist for a brief moment. His hugs are tight at first but he will loosen them as soon as he feels person is satisfied.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Not a single time until the Yellow Box Warehouse meeting. At least in the way it is meant to be. Until then he sticks to “I really like you” or cheesy “you make my heart skip a beat”. He expects person to understand his feelings from everything he does for them and sticks to “actions speak louder than words” philosophy. If he had another chance he would go back in time, pull them closer, and whisper every single thing he fell in love with them for in their ear.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Why would he get jealous? You have to try really hard to make this man jealous, he is too arrogant to even think that you can choose someone over him. Moreover, even if you do, he can always pull a piece of paper from the inner pocket and erase another poor soul from the face of the earth.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

That’s an interesting topic. Kisses are perfect choice for Light: they are faster, more diverse, and way more symbolic. As said, he is fast kisser. Sometimes his kisses may feel empty or light as a flap of the butterfly's wings, however, the angrier/stressed he gets the more demanding they will become. He prefers hand kisses, kisses in the corner of the mouth or cheek pecks during the daytime, and lips/neck kisses during the nighttime. If we talk, where he likes to be kissed, the answer is everywhere, especially when the whole process is accompanied by merciless teasing and/or flattering.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

To everyone’s surprise, Light is great at babysitting and will keep kids entertained for hours. It doesn’t mean he will have tea parties with them or run around playing tag, but more likely give them a specific task and an exciting reward for finishing it. The best option for him would be working on the laptop while kids are doing something by themselves in his field of vision. He never screams at child not matter how annoying they may be, he never recourses to physical punishment either. That one person who reads every reachable book about parenting and strives to be The Best Dad in the eyes of his children.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Morning is the most productive time of the day in the Yagami’s house.

By the time you’re awake, Light has already got ready for a day, watched morning news, and wrote down some names too. Kitchen smells like freshly brewed coffee. If he has to leave early in the morning he would put a sticker note on the refrigerator with grocery list or anything important you need to know. If there’s no reason to hurry, he would greet you with a morning kiss to the temple and cup of coffee with savory tamagoyaki.

On the weekends, morning routine is a little different. Light gives himself half of hour to stay in bed to enjoy mild drowsiness and warmness of person next to him. Expect some neck kisses and burnt coffee.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

They are very… normal. Most of the times he will ask you if you want to stay inside or go out to eat. When he is too tired or just not in the mood he will suggest watching movie together until you both start feeling little drowsy. Sometimes he will start asking you random questions that lead to deep conversations and additional material for him to analyze.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Light and opening up do not go in one sentence. He gives you information he wants you to believe, in the form that suits him at the moment. Is it truth? Is it lie? You never know but it always feels like he is frank with you and it is all that matters. There is a pinch of sincerity in his words but you still have to take everything with a grain of salt.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

So, have you ever seen picture with a breach in the dam? This breach is critical and dam will fall under the water pressure in minutes, right? This is Light’s anger control. It is difficult to piss him off, but it does not mean that he forgets your wrongdoing. His anger fills a cup of patience drop by drop and once it’s filled to the brim, catastrophe is irreversible. Until then he is great at self-control and keeping a cool head.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Light remembers the most important pieces of information you give out about yourself. His brain keeps filtering your words, connecting them to your facial expressions, slight changes in tone, previous conversations so day by day he learns new ways to excite you. In his head there’s a huge detective board with your name in top of it. Red threads spreads from photo to date to quotes to another photo and whenever he sees blank space he is a little confused. Did he forget anything?

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The next evening after he finishes all the business with L, his assistants (Aiber and Wedy), and Yotsuba group. An intoxicating feeling of freedom and all-encompassing power got to his head so fast he had to share overwhelming euphoria with someone. He would take you out to secluded romantic place like Meguro River where he will be unusually talkative and cheerful. He will constantly cling to your hand, squeezing it playfully, and stroking your knuckles with his thumb. At some point, he will just stop and plant a sweet slow kiss on your lips. Future that finally starts to look like he always wanted it to be will never feel complete without you.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

People who decide to threaten his loved one are those who need to be protected. Light starts acting like a personal guardian angel only in situation when he clearly sees approaching danger though. Even with the precautions taken, he always remembers the possibility of an unforeseen situation, and if it comes, he doesn’t mind putting few more names in his Note. Also, no, no one can protect Light better than Light himself and bunch of his fanatic minions, so we’ll leave it up to them.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

His everyday effort goes from 0 to 100 and back in a second like metronome needle. Today Light gives you everything and tomorrow he will send you few messages just to check how you are doing, but, generally, you both try to keep it 50/50.

Goes 100% and beyond spoiling you rotten in the most elegant ways on special occasions like Birthday, Christmas, anniversaries. Always tries to find new ways to surprise you. He doesn’t have this huge detective board in his mind for nothing, you know.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Even if you do not know that he is the notorious Kira (which makes him so full of himself obviously), sooner or later Light’s bloated ego will become noticeable. He won’t rub his genius into your face. It’s the small things in your chats that constantly point to his superiority, and, honestly, it can be really annoying.

Besides his screaming megalomania, Light is prone to periodical ghosting. Not because he lost interest but because intricate schemes occupied all of his time once again. After few days of radio silence, a message with the deepest apologies would pop out of nowhere, slightly embellished with details to make it more believable. He always tries to warn you about going mute but sometimes he simply forgets.

I don’t know, if it can be considered bad habit, but he is, like, Kira. Just saying.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Light wants to look presentable so it’s not uncommon for him to stare in the mirror in search of imperfections. He is not obsessed with being Mr. Handsome but he tries to be always clean-shaven, with his nails short and his clothes well ironed.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

So let’s be clear:

If it is not related to Kira’s case, he would be shocked. Light is not used to rejection so it would confuse the hell out of him. After keeping poker face for a whole day, he would eventually have a huge temper tantrum at home, making Ryuk say “aight, I’m out” while he flies out of window for an hour-long trip around the block. For a few weeks he will feel like someone tore a part of him, mad and disappointed, but this feeling would fade away after 2-3 months.

If he has to end relationship because of Kira’s case, for example, they still didn’t agree on his views after exquisite persuasion, Light will have to eliminate them. In this case he can’t get rid of unpleasant thoughts swarming in his head for almost a half of year, he tries to convince himself it was right decision but some doubts keep emerge now and then.

If they were killed because of their association with Kira, someone will have to pay. He may drag responsible person into his scheme and play them until the perfect execution time comes. Probably will feel mix of sorrow, dull rage, and incompleteness for indefinite time.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Light prefers long distant relationships to regular ones. They do not require a full commitment from him and do not occupy his free time: he can send a compliment + heart emoji while serving justice at the same time.

For a long time I have a headcanon that Light is asexual. He just… doesn’t feel like it. He doesn’t care about sex, and the scene where he reads adult magazine is awkward not only for his father, but for him too.

He wishes his loved one could see Ryuk, but since he has to explain it somehow, he will never allow them to touch Death Note or a page from it. Ryuk needs new people in his life, goddamit.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Stupidity. Inability to understand obvious things drives him up to the walls. Not in Matsuda or Misa style, but hopeless stupidity in which person fails to use their logic and imagination in everyday life.

I can see Light rolling his eyes at double texts. Any form of clinginess kind of irritates him.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Сonstant stress, world's best detective on his tail, responsibility for someone's life migrated to his dreams in the form of nightmares. He often wakes up in a cold sweat and stays up for quite some time, discussing different topics with Ryuk in complete darkness.

In addition to this Light has problems with falling asleep. He usually goes to bed after his partner, so he can prepare the room (turn off everything, leave the window wide-open) and himself (take some pills) to sleep. It takes him up to hour to stop thinking and finally drift off.

#death note #light yagami #death note headcanons #light yagami headcanons #death note headcanon #tosikowrites

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dhiatzs · 4 years ago

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Okay I guess I made too much chill stuff around Sorcerio and Odval and not enough angst but like

Since I’ve watched episode 5 of Part 3 I’ve been having this headcanon so I guess I’ll offload it all

TW abuse/violence and inprisonment below, don’t read if you’re uncomfortable with these subjects. Also there will be vague spoilers about Disenchantment part 3 ep 3 and 5

I’ve got this headcanon/AU that Sorcerio and Odval both were in the Freak Show we see in episode 5.

Odval is literally a non-human creature, or at least looks like so (he has pointy ears and three eyes) and Sorcerio is, or at least calls himself, a wizard. The both of them would probably be "””freaks””” material enough for the Freak Show Animator (who I’ll call FSA from now on (yeah I suppose he has a name but idc he’s an asshole))

With what we know about them, I think Odval would’ve been a Steamland inhabitant for a little while, and simply would have hidden his third eye to live in peace, until he was discovered and imprisonned by FSA. That’s why he looks like he knows more about Steamland and modern things such as the fact earth is round and how to use a gun. On the other hand, I see Sorcerio as more of a Dreamland inhabitant, but who has been travelling to find Elfwood or something of the kind. This is why he's less aware of the modern world. Sorcerio learns more about various subjects during his travel, such as science or medicine, but while crossing FSA’s path, his gullible nature has failed him. FSA has made him sign a contract so he works for him, and eventually locked him up against his will

Odval and Sorcerio were locked next to each other’s cells.

They never were able to see each other but Sorcerio liked to cheer Odval up by trying to show him some magic tricks. FSA often hit him on the hands because Sorcerio stick them out. He’s wearing gloves because if people looked closely, they could spot some marks of the hits. Odval, in exchange, told him multiple stories to comfort him when he wasn’t okay. In the end, Odval gave Sorcerio hope, and Sorcerio made Odval smile.

They broke out of the Freak Show at the same time but got separated and never saw each other again...

... until Dreamland. Odval managed to climb the social ladder and to be at Dagmar’s service, while Sorcerio was a travelling wizard. Dagmar, Zog and their people attended one of his shows, and though it was mediocre, Odval recognized his voice and his tricks and managed to convince Dagmar to recruit him as a royal scientist, guaranteing her that he will more than grateful towards her and will serve her until the end of his life.

they fell in love af

Since they’ve been mistreated in the past, they grow antipathic towards Zog who’s not the most considering person and who sometimes hit them

(The Seekers were most definitely a thing at that time but without the sex part)

(but the members of the Seekers probably started to have orgies around the time Sorcerio started frequenting the castle)

(so they decided to just mix the two)

also have a lazy drawing because

#disenchantment #disenchantment spoilers #disenchantment sorcerio #disenchantment odval #sorcerio and odval #sorodval #zog #dagmar #freak show #tw abuse #tw imprisonment #cw abuse #cw imprisonment

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psychicphilosophies · 7 years ago

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Synchronicity: 10 Signs The Universe Is Speaking To You

What is synchronicity and why does it have such an impact on our lives? Well, whether you believe in it or not, synchronicity is a spiritual phenomena, which is presented by experiencing frequent coincidences, names, phrases, numbers or even seeing the same animal regularly (omens). Coincidence, on the other hand , does definitely exist just like synchronicity, but ther’s a slight difference. Coincidences only happen once and one time only, whereas synchronicity is the same coincidence that keeps getting repeated. Now this is when a simple coincidence that happens to us becomes a sign from the higher realms and the universe. This is when we should take note of it and listen to our intuition, rather than ignoring it. The first person to take notice of synchronicity, was Swiss psychiatrist and psychologist Carl Jung, who was talking to a client about a dream they had about a golden sacrab beetle, and before they knew it, they saw one in the window of Carl’s psychotherapy cabinet which was rather majestic considering that species of beetle wasn’t native to Switzerland.

Most people in everyday society believe that synchronicity is utterly meaningless and should be taken as a pinch of salt. However, this is the attitude that feeds mediocrity and unsatisfaction within our lives. By acting this way, we are subconsciously blocking ourselves from experiencing serendipity, joy and blessings that life brings into our path. Ever since we were children, society and our parents have continuously made us believe that the world is dangerous, scary and full of negativity and tragedy. Society doesn’t want you to have a curious mind because society thinks these people have the power to change world instead of conforming like everyone else. So start embracing your inner child and explore the world like you’ve never stepped on Earth before. You’ll begin to see your life as more blissful, wondrous and free, so adopt this attitude and end the cycle of negativity.

1. You keep noticing or hearing their name in random places

Have you ever experienced this? When you consistently hear or see a particular name everywhere on your travels it means that this person male or female, is soon to enter your life in 3D some time in the near future, who will awaken you spiritually and make drastic changes in your life for the better. It can also have romantic connotations as well, which means that they will be manifested as your ultimate lover that you’ve always dreamed of. This is very common with people who are on the twin flame journey, particularly during the seperation stage. The universe gives you these divine messages because it wants you to know that you are still loved by your beloved twin, even though in reality it doesn’t seem like it at all. It’s like the universe is telling you to never give up hope and listen to your higher self.

2. You see angel numbers and sequences on a regular basis

You see numbers like 1111, 777, 888, 111 and many other sequences on a regular basis whether that is on a clock, number plates or telephone numbers. Sometimes you can wake up at the same time every morning or night as well, which often causes many people to freak out. The synchronicity of 1111 is very common within the spiritual community, as it generally means someone special is coming into your life such as a twin flame. However, it can also mean that you are going through a spiritual awakening as well. I have experienced the 1111 phenomena occasionally, but it is not as common for me. My angel number has been 111 for over a year and it continues to be even now. I have also seen 222 and 333 randomly sometimes. These numbers can also represent as a deceased loved one that is trying to communicate with you. See these numbers as a message from a deceased relative that is telling you to keep following your spiritual path and have faith in it.

3. You think of someone and then out of the blue you accidently bump into them

When this happens most people take this as a pure coincidence or chance. This is right, especially when it only happens once and never to occur again. However, when you consistently think of someone and see them randomly on your travels, take note. Do not get this synchronicity confused with stalking, as this can be mistaken very easily. If you keep bumping into someone serendipitously this means that this particular person will have a powerful impact in your life in someway. They can be people you knew in the past or a random stranger you just met yesterday.

4. Hearing a song on the radio that reminds you of someone or scenario that had a significant impact in your life

Have you ever listened to the radio and then a random song plays with lyrics that coincidentally matches up with how you feel about someone or a scenario? I have experienced this several times in my life. This usually happens between soulmates and twin flames during the separation phase of the divine partnership. It is another form of telepathy or psychic communication soulmates and twin flames can experience when they’re not talking to each other in the physical world. Music is created and lead by the emotions and the spirit, so this is why many twin flames and soulmates have experienced this synchronicity while they’re on their spiritual journey to reunite with each other again.

5. Randomly thinking about someone and they call you or send you a message a split second after

This phenomenon is very common with soulmates, but more so with twin flames. This phenomenon is called telepathy, which means mental communication between two people (whether they are near each other or faraway). Sometimes twin flame or soulmate couples can have telepathic communication - even when they’re on the other side of the world from each other. I have experienced this myself, and I have to confess that I’ve often scratched my head out of pure confusion because the phenomena is just absolutely bizarre. It’s so bizzare that no one would believe you if you told them about it or they would ask for evidence to prove that it exists. Bearing in mind that soulmates and twin flames don’t necessarily have to be a potential romantic partner, but they can also be a relative, your child, sibling, a best friend or parent. However, most of the time twin flames (more so than soulmates) are romantic partnerships.

6. You come across something that fixes a problem that has been worrying you for some time

Have you ever gone into a store or read an article online and then out of the corner of you eye, you suddenly see something that has the answer to a problem that you’ve been desperately wanting to fix? These are epiphanies or miracles from the universe showing you that you can finally break down the blocks that have cause you pain, suffering and anguish. When you see this, the universe is telling you that there is hope and you can escape from what has been holding you back.

7. You meet a stranger that awakens you about a particular aspect in your current life

Throughout our daily lives we meet many people who come in and come out without us consciously thinking about it, but then there’s some people that entered our life in some way that stay in our memory for many days, months, years, decades or even for a lifetime. These people may have been a stranger that helped you or saved your life or that special someone who took your breath away at the first glance of them. These people are usually lightworkers, twin flames, soulmates or your guardian angel that has incarnated on Earth. When you encounter someone like this, you feel an instant connection to them which feels sacred and cosmic. These people are your healers, protectors, divine lovers, soul friends and spirit guides. This why you’ll always remember them for many years.

8. You consistently see meaningful or sacred symbols

These symbols can be anything that has significant meanings and interpretations or have a religious connection to them. Symbols such as the holy trinity or infinity (lemniscate) are perfect examples of this. If you are on the twin flame journey, whether that is meeting your twin for the first time in 3D or you are currently going through separation you may see synchronicity involving the infinity symbol. When this happens the universe is basically telling you that their love for you is eternal and unbreakable and you should never give up hope even when you feel lost, helpless and stuck. On my twin flame journey, I have experienced synchronicity, especially with the infinity symbol so much so that I decided to buy an infinity necklace because it’s meaning meant so much to me.

9. You casually find yourself watching a movie that accurately mirrors the story of your life and what you’re going through (or have gone through)

This is a rarer type of synchronicity, as there are not many movies that have been made, which are nearly accurate to your own life story. If you have experienced this before, consider yourself lucky because it’s very, very rare. I believe that this is the most meaningful and poignant kind of synchronicity that I have listed in this post.

10. Reoccurring prophetic dreams about an event or person that will soon be entering your life

This synchronicity is very common when you begin to start waking up spiritually and develop psychic abilities. When you have very profound dreams that are repeated regularly with the same dream, this is known as clairvoyance or psychic vision. You’ll begin to have these at the very beginning of your spiritual awakening and journey. By having these dreams, you are now becoming self-aware of your divine gifts and talents that you can share with the world, rather than ignoring them and pushing them away.

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tigerlover16-analysis · 7 years ago

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Dragon Ball Super: Episode 7 Review

Welp, here we are at episode 7. The moment where the fun slice of life fluff stops, and things start to get more serious (In theory. Whis seems determined to keep things from getting too serious).

Following immediately on from the last episode, the episode starts with Vegeta making a desperate attempt to reason with Beerus following his little scuffle with Majin Buu. Unfortunately, Beerus isn't having it and decides he might as well blow up the earth, to which the various Z fighters make several attempts to stop him, all in vain as one by one earth's champions crumble under his awesome might.

And I just made the episode sound more epic than it is, didn't I?

Yeah, to be honest this is another fairly lightweight episode in terms of plot.

Which probably comes from the fact that it's basically extending what was hardly five minutes of the movie. Not that it's bad, but honestly it's not particularly great either, it's mostly just showing off more of Beerus's strength and building up tension for Goku's inevitable arrival and the main confrontation down the line. In terms of the story content, there's not a ton to specifically comment on, but it's mostly alright.

Characterisations are largely on point, and the episode mostly flows okay though drags a little in the middle. The moments with Whis enjoying some of the Chef's dishes in particular feel like they try a bit too hard to ease the tension and just make things feel slightly tonally inconsistent for example, though it's not too overdone.

There's some entertaining moments and a few good tidbits of characterisation. Yamcha chiming in and promising to protect Marron so that Krillin could get involved in the action was a nice little detail, and Beerus continues to be suitably intimidating. And I like how Buu just keeps getting back up and trying to fight Beerus several times throughout the episode despite how much Beerus slaps him around. Just wish this wasn't the characters biggest contribution until probably the last arc... sigh. More on that another day.

In general it's mostly just fine. There's nothing especially bad, not a lot that's great, it's mostly just competent despite a few issues. But there are a few of them that I feel are the things most worth talking about.

For starters, while for the most part I think the writing was mostly competent and did the best it could with such little content to adapt, there's a few moments that do feel needlessly dragged out. I already brought up the moments with Whis, but the bit with Gotenks trying to fight Beerus, while it is short, compared to the movie it feels less funny and effective. In the movie when Gotenks got all cocky and challenged Beerus, he just quickly got grabbed from behind and spanked by the guy, being beaten in seconds.

That was funny and, as someone who's in the camp that finds Gotenks kind of annoying, it was pretty cathartic I won't lie. In this episode though, after his bragging we instead get a few seconds of looped punches before Beerus grabs hold of Gotenks' finger, we get a bit of an argument and Beerus instead slaps his arm until it starts bulging red. It's... less amusing, honestly, and the shouting gets a little more annoying than amusing (Though Beerus's shifting expressions as he's speculating on how Pudding might taste are priceless).

Thankfully most of the other characters involvement in the scuffle with Beerus made the transition more smoothly, more limited animation aside. For example, while I miss the more creative and better animated ways Beerus struck out Piccolo, Android 18 and Tien in the movie, I do like how he basically ends up just pushing them back and knocking the wind out of them all just by releasing a small portion of his Ki. In a way that and his effortlessly dodging their rapid fire attacks is even more effective at selling just how much of a threat Beerus is.

Which shows that corner cutting needn't always be a bad thing, I guess.

On that note though, the production values are a mixed bag. Natoshi Shida's storyboarding to start off with is pretty fantastic and he does a decent job framing much of the episode, though the actual animation involved is mediocre and limited at best. A few moments do look a little awkward too, Beerus smacking Gohan with Buu's unconscious body for example lacks any real impact.

To be fair though, this is only two episodes apart from episode 5, and while there is action here it's not a particularly important episode either, being mostly just more set up. So I feel it's kind of excusable that the episodes visuals are largely unremarkable. At the very least it doesn't look as blatantly unfinished and awkward as episode 5 did.

The episodes direction apart from the storyboards felt lacking though. The music placement in particular was hit or miss. I think the track that played over the opening of the episode served the tension the scene required alright for example, but there wasn't a lot to comment on other than how it's kind of ironic that a theme titled "Omen of Victory" played over the part where Goten and Trunks fuse into Gotenks, and almost immediately he starts losing to Beerus.

Really, the most notable scene worth talking about comes at the very end. You know the one, it's probably one of the most remembered and talked about scenes from the movie, specifically among Vegebul shippers. The famous "My Bulma" moment adapted into Super, as Bulma angrily confronts Beerus for ruining her party, only to have the petty God slap her away. The sight of seeing his beloved wife assaulted strikes a nerve within the saiyan prince, as in his rage Vegeta draws out every last ounce of power he has and prepares to strike back at Lord Beerus...

... And dear LORD, was it hilarious in the subs.

Seriously, this scene is actually a contender for funniest moment in the last few episodes due to just how over the top it was, especially compared to the film. In the Battle of Gods movie, Beerus slapping her happened very fast, and Vegeta's rage burst and him attacking Beerus only took a few seconds. But here?

Everything from Bulma trotting over to slap Beerus in the face and chew him out, to Vegeta powering up and threatening the villain is dragged out to somewhere between one and two minutes, complete with a drawn out moment where Beerus pulls back his arm and Vegeta begs Beerus not to do it, and a goofily over-animated freak out by Vegeta in response. To be fair it is decent animation, but in conjunction with everything else it just looks really silly.

Like, it's the opposite of the flashback from the previous episode with Beerus and King Vegeta. Whereas extending that out a little actually helped better flesh out Vegeta's reactions to Beerus in the present, the "My Bulma" moment getting similar treatment just makes it feel less effective compared to the movie and looking like the writers were trying too hard to give the fangirls more of what they wanted.

There is an upside, though. Because once again it's Funimation to the rescue, as Chris Sabat's performance as Vegeta during the scene... actually kind of salvages it. Seriously, the desperation and raw emotion in his voice as he's begging Beerus not to hurt Bulma actually does help add a bit of tension to the build up to the slap, and makes that moment feel a lot more effective. Vegeta's overblown reaction is still a bit silly, but honestly I think the scene in the dub does a much better job of selling what I think the writer and animators were originally going for.

It's still not as well handled as in the movie of course, but I can almost take it seriously now. And hey, if you're someone that's really into protective hubby Vegeta, then the scene is pretty likely to make you smile regardless. Even if part of that is over how over the top it was.

And, um... yeah. I suppose that's pretty much it. I dunno, the problem with a lot of this arc is that in many episodes, the actual story content doesn't offer a lot to talk about. Individual episodes are often pretty bare bones, looking forward there's a lot more episodes next saga and in the later ones especially that have a lot more content and characterisation that's worth discussing in detail. But in these early episodes, a lot of the time I just feel like I'm going to be saying "This is functionally okay, but not as good as how the movie did it... except for this part, which is done better for X reasons"

That's not to say there's nothing here to enjoy, actually watching the episode it flows pretty fine and can be mildly entertaining, but at this point and for the next few episodes really it's just going to be feeling like a more dragged out version of the movie's events, and a bit less entertaining as a result. There's good stuff coming up don't get me wrong, but I have a hard time talking about a lot of it. I'm honestly kind of looking forward to when the slice of life episodes start up again for that reason.

So, on that note then, this was a serviceable though mediocre episode that accomplishes what it needs to, but doesn't have a lot of lasting value on it's own, just as a functioning part of the larger story.

C- at best.

A bit of a half-hearted review and I’m sorry, but then again the episode isn’t really trying any harder than I am

#dragon ball super #dbs #dbs ep 7 #dbs reviews #dragon ball super episode 7 #dragon ball super reviews #dragon ball #vegeta #my bulma #beerus

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violetsystems · 4 years ago

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#personal

It’s been a pretty busy couple of weeks in terms of work. It is a little surreal to identify as working for yourself. I ran into one of the people who hangs out on this block. I’ve known them for years in passing. There’s a gang of people who hang out in the alley underneath the subway tracks. They asked what I had been doing. I replied I work for myself now. My office is officially my kitchen. It look out at those very tracks. They film Chicago Fire and PD on my block often. I don’t watch either of those shows but it can have a Hollywood backlot kind of feel. Most of the street level communication I have resembles grittier parts of New York. There’s no one dominant kind of person on the block. People tend to keep to themselves but know vaguely what the other’s deal is. There’s a sort of hidden network of communication maybe. A block culture. That can get a little hard to read the further you get away from your safe zone. I’ve travelled all over the world at this point by myself. I started travelling to Asia back in 2011 with the intention of networking. Later in 2014, I revisited making music particularly with a Chicago form of street dance called footwork. Footwork at the time was on the tip of everyone’s tongue. But the root of it was buried under layers of white dominated dance music. In 2015, I decided to say fuck it and try to organize a music tour for myself. I tried with people in my own city but their personal agendas always eclipsed my basic plans. There was a bass driven night in Chicago at the time called Coldtech. It had a sister night in Melbourne. I tried to organize a tour that passed through on my way from New Zealand. I went to New Zealand to visit a friend. I ended up going out on a few dates then ghosted the final night. Somewhere in there I got detained in customs and accused of being a gang member. I eventually ended up in Japan where I met Jake Innes. Jake was an anime nerd and video game freak. He knew the Coldtech people but was more like me. Out on his own trying to use his passion to promote something he loved. Culture. Just like punk back in the day, you could count on that culture in a pinch to survive. We travelled all over Japan for a few days. Jake was my translator. I was guided to amazing food. Amazing spots to shop. We talked about what moved us. I had come up with this dumb ass phrase at the time. Yolonet. A sort of blockchain word of mouth. Jake had a lot of trust with people. He was friends with Lil B after all. It didn’t really matter who he was friends with to me. I am a very genuine and transparent person. You have to be when you’ve wasted so much time on liabilities. You never expect those to turn out to be past friends. After reading all this depressing news about the entropy in the job search, I felt down. You don’t expect your professional contacts to just disappear without a trace. I barely have the connections on professional social networking to prove it. Those people never reach out. Never ask how my employment is going. Don’t even realize I work for myself. And yet the block knows. Jake knows too. In fact, the last two releases I put out just for fun were purchased by him. The only way I am connecting to people I can depend on is through culture. Something I can trust beyond politics, sooth saying, and employment fraud.

There’s people outside of that Yolonet who have gone dark. Entire segments of ex-friends who memorialize people who have long died while pretending I just vanished from the face of the earth. It’s been surreal to watch. Much more disorienting to live. And yet, I am still here and surviving. The people in my dash are much realer and emotionally satisfying to me than the people who forgot about me. And the mystery of why is a little harder to detangle. I was reading a book about Chinese director Jia Zhangke. He was talking about how as a kid the only way to escape the place you grew up was to join the army or go overseas to school. It’s the same if not worse here. America talks a great game about freedom but it’s at the expense of the coffers of the military industrial complex of world war two. Thank the baby boomers for that. It benefits mostly the rich and generationally wealthy first. Wealth connects and is rewarded by those connections in America with more wealth. People who have Military family ties seem to always fall victim to the state’s own hidden expectations of connection, opportunity and ability. Hunted by recruiters since there’s little actual income to go around. The rich are hording it without paying taxes. So the military often bullies people into the reserves when there’s no valid occupational work or space on corporate payrolls. Fight their wars as a gateway into a career in cybersecurity I’m already overqualified for. My current state of wealth is due to a benefit known as a pension. This is to say I actually worked for it. And this is also to say I’m not exactly retired by choice. But I worked with a lot of people I knew for over twenty years. I literally got people jobs at that place. My ex girlfriend for one. That ended horribly. The other people I helped out to try to connect ghosted me out of guilt presumably. And so the only people I seem to be able to rely on are in the culture I have built or connected to myself. This blog has been one of those lifelines in ways I am not at liberty to divulge at times. There’s people I have better friendships through a click of a button than I’ve had ever in my life. I used to try to explain these things to people. And generally my exile from anyone in real life giving a fuck is a harsh lesson in the reality. People don’t actually listen. They don’t actually communicate in anything other than comparison and contrast and monetary valuation. I was reading how a person just literally asked to buy the rights to one of Elon Musk’s tweets for 7777$. How a sentence from a billionaire is worth more than my pain in this entire process or the lives of the worker’s in his factories even. We just got six hundred dollars. That should be enough for us. But I wasn’t valuable enough to insure past October even though I was paying the premiums. It would seem the real world’s network isn’t very reliable or at least focused on something so out of sync it seems comically evil. What can I rely on? It seems a lot. I never have felt alone in the last year or so. Ever since Valentine’s day really. Sometimes you can show you care by not even saying a word. Words are worthless when you can buy them for seven grand I guess. It’s the action of caring and attention that counts. If you built a foundation on people who didn’t care, your path ahead will be volatile at best. If you limit someone based on your fear of them outshining you, the results will be constantly mediocre. And many times, later in life you find you’ve outgrown these limitations people envision you in. And through that worthless feeling you seek out something true. You take the once in a lifetime risk to set up your own network. To leave the baggage and the past behind and see it for what it really is. Your self worth is no longer shackled by people’s envy, jealousy and active sabotage. You are a defective crash test dummy that served it’s purpose for capitalism. Or you can leave the car wreck behind and opt out of the American social experiment entirely. It’s a free country after all.

The baby boomers did have an answer to all of this. Shut up and take their money because they know what’s best. My dad would always say later on in life I’d understand Republicans. Maybe I’d even want to become one. Like many Republicans from the suburbs, he’d never be caught dead in the rougher areas of the city much less outside of the country. I’ve never seen any politicians talking to people on the streets in passing. I’ve never seen anyone answering, speaking for, or actively working on this privilege that acts like a monkey on my back. I’m an only child. When my parents die, my bloodline is some bullshit. I’ll most certainly have to deal with some estate affairs on either side. But when I die, who knows where my legacy will go. Will I get married? Will I have children? Will I be able to fulfill my role in the helping America achieve it’s desired GDP? I can’t even count on my government during a Pandemic let alone to hold people accountable for crimes. Will I die alone, invisible, broke but talked about on the Internet. Will people watch my life until the very end to see the tragedy unmatched to their own? Are people just drunk on making me some sort of talking point? The gossip will never end. The sad truth of the last five to ten years for me is simple. There is an opposite to block chain. A network of people who only cover for themselves and their lies. The great lie as they spoke of in Germany did something horribly foul. A lie when it gets out of control. A lie when it eclipses the truth. When every word out of your mouth is gaslighted to protect an entire ecosystem that feeds itself and protects the criminal. When your very presence needs to be edited and erased to continue the engine running. A great lie can tear a hole in the very fabric of reality and the truth of a narrative. And it can suck somebody so far out into space that they have to terraform a whole new network of support. These days the writing is on the wall. We trust everything and doubt further. I have only had the luxury of looking to myself for answers. I have other inspiration. The best inspiration if you ask me. But I keep that to myself for fear of breaches in trust. But it’s no lie what I believe in. A freedom that allows love to bloom. A freedom that values people for what they do in deeds not speculation. A freedom that is accountable in broad daylight and answers for what it represents. Opportunities that exist outside of war economies and mark to market accounting. Making art that connects people without controlling the dialog. Being part of a culture and democratically so without disrespecting the read receipts. I’ve been real for longer than most people have been breathing. Not long enough to claw my way out of the designs these dinosaurs outspend me on. But the one thing I know going forward is that you cannot get anymore hardcore of a foundation other than being true to yourself. And I’m proud to surround myself with people who are true to me. Wherever the fuck you may be. You all live deeply inside my heart. And that’s something there’s no price on to betray. So let’s stop speculating and let’s live in the moment. I built this Yolonet for us. And instead of hello world. Let the first words be simple. I love you. World peace forever. Drink some water. It’s your human right. <3 Tim

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joa123 · 5 years ago

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Chapter 1: Oblivion

*Knock knock*, that was about the tenth knock I heard on the door. Damn these fucking loan sharks and furniture people didn’t rest. I even caught one trying to turn the knob on the front door. Can you believe that. Son of a bitch was actually crazy enough to think that I had left the door open. What the hell did he think I was gonna do, let him come in, sit on my couch and eat my pop tarts, and let him berate me for 2 hours as to why I was late for the fifth week in a row, again, fuck that. If I just stand here long enough they have to leave eventually. It looks like mom forgot to pay Rent-a-Center for the 5th week in a row. Not at all surprising to be honest. But what did I expect. We were struggling to keep our heads above water for some time and at this point struggling had become an art form. Hiding from loan sharks was the tequila that burned the back of my throat and hiding from these assholes was the lemon that quenched the burn.

My knees were hurting from leaning over on the floor trying to look under the door to make sure the rent-a-center collectors had left. They started getting smart on me. Covering up the peephole so that way I would just reluctantly open the door without looking. HA! Those morons, their balls would fall off before they saw this pretty face again. After about 5 more minutes I left to my room and locked the door. I threw off my shirt, pants and accidentally flung a sneaker at the mirror from trying to take it off so bad and walked to my bathroom. It was probably the only thing good about living in this freaking house. I had my own bathroom. Not that it mattered a whole a lot considering my mom walked in whenever the fuck it suited her. Jesus Christ, Dominican parents are the worst. If you don’t live with them they bitch and moan about how you never visit them. And if you do live in their house and pay about 80% of the bills in this bitch like I do, you get no privacy.

You have to send out memos and public service announcements to let everyone and their mother know when and if your going to fuck, shower or shave and how often your gonna do it, just to make sure that someone unexpectedly doesn’t pop in and witness your tit halfway down someone’s throat. That is if you have tits, if you have something else, then just use your imagination. Over the years I had begun to hate being home. Vacations to me were a must every so often and I felt like I was losing oxygen all the time. I felt trapped, unfulfilled and literally felt like everyone was moving on with their lives.

They say never peer through someone’s window unless you want to live in the house, but from the outside looking in, anything is better than this. I mean look at me, Jo. Living in the same house I lived in since my senior year of high school, and I’m about to turn 26. And let me be clear, there's nothing wrong with being a fully grown adult and living at home, it just wasn’t my cup of rum. Besides this house felt tainted and dirty, not to mention the shit it has seen over the years. I mean I’ve been through 9 jobs, 5 boyfriends, 4 cats, 3 graduations, 2 siblings born, 2 cars.

But today was the day I was out of my wits. Anyone, from old man jenkins to the girl scouts could catch a beating. Real life lately had depleted me of any and all available fucks I had left to give. I needed something exciting, fulfilling, new and life changing. I had just started a new job in the city, I thought maybe that would do the trick. New environment, new people and it seemed easy enough. But I always felt empty. I slipped into the tub with seething hot water, hoping it would burn off the stench of misery. Today had just been a particularly rough day. Nothing and I mean nothing was going my way. Bill collectors were calling, the mailbox was filled with disconnection notices, it felt like my world was caving in. And all mom could do was cry. If you’re wondering why I don’t mention Dear old Dad, well don’t. I don’t necessarily have a problem with him. I guess if you’re an outsider looking in, he’s funny, charismatic and great with friends. The man could sell you water.

But if you’re on the inside looking out, like me, I can’t unsee the manipulative, devious, wife beating, bastard that he is. Nothing about him said father to me, and nothing about him made me want to reach out and try, so I never did. And here I am, 2 arms, 2 legs and a head later. Still walking, still breathing, still living. Well, surviving was more like it, but he didn’t need to know those details now did he. Once I saw that the tub filled up to a decent depth I closed the nozzle and let the heat overwhelm me. It felt amazing. As if the beating that reality was giving me was almost all worth it for this...well, I did say almost.

The water felt like a much needed embrace. I watched as the water first covered my toes, my legs then my stomach and watched as it eventually worked its way to my face. I completely submerged underwater, wetting my hair and felt the smooth liquid finally take my hair with it. I stayed underwater for bit, wanting the dirt from this weeks headaches to run away from my scalp. When I emerged I felt cleansed and soothed. I laid there for a few minutes, letting my thoughts run through me. I was so over it, if you know what I mean. I felt as though peace had evaded me and it has been that way for years now. I started to think, when is it all going to stop. The thinking, pondering, the yearning. Then I thought to myself maybe I should just take up a hobby, maybe that would make me feel better.

But what could be something that isn’t time consuming, expensive, yet that was invigorating and could stir up passion in me? I thought maybe writing would suit me. I had always loved English, loved reading stories and deciphering meanings, analyzing characters, maybe I could write about my shitty life and how there were days when I so badly wanted to end it. “I don’t know, I’ll think about it”, I said to no one in particular. The problem with me has always been that I lose interest in things quickly. If I start painting I'll like it for about a week. Then I’ll get bored and move onto something else or even worse, I’ll stay on airplane mode and wont even attempt to try something else. I have grown comfortable with mediocrity. What’s even worse, was that I wasn’t even attempting to make change, I just existing. Slowly but surely blending in with the rest of the mundane world. I snapped out of my thoughts when I felt my promise ring effortlessly slip off of my finger and fall to the bottom of the tub. Goosebumps ravaged my body and it felt as if someone had pulled it off and let the ring slip though their fingers. Which was strange since it fit perfectly. But maybe I had fiddled with it while I was sorting through my midlife crisis and hadn’t noticed thatI had loosened the grip on the ring.

I turned around in my tub so as to face the drain to catch the ring before it swam down the drain. It felt like the ring was running away from me. I kept smacking the bottom of the tub trying to grab the ring and it felt as though every time it slipped away, the ring was laughing at me. After about a minute of this charade, just when I thought I grabbed it, something entirely different grabbed me. I didn’t understand it then, but in that instance I was pulled under. By what, I don’t know, seeing as that my bathtub was only a foot and a half deep and about 3 feet wide, and this is me being generous.

What the hell could possibly be dragging me down a drain. A better question would be how the hell do I even fit in the damn thing. I felt as though I had gone through a door. Everything was pitch black, I felt movement but I couldn’t move myself, whoever or whatever pulled me under had an iron grip and was not about to let me go. Let it be noted that the had, although forceful in purpose, seemed soft and smooth to the touch, even though we were under water, or at least I think I’m underwater. Through my eyelids I could see colors both bright and beautiful. They reminded me of when you get hit across the face and all of the sudden these colorful circles would dance around your face.

It was strange that I couldn’t smell anything, I’m usually really big on smell. I couldn’t hear anything either I heard water splashing but I was neither wet, hot or cold. “What kind of fuckery is this,'' I thought to myself. Oh yea did I mention I couldn’t talk either? So any thought of asking my captive, “hey asshole, where exactly am I going butt ass naked”, was obviously out of the question. I finally hit the ground on what felt like dirt and rocks. It felt plush, the ground was soft and moist, not a great combination for the face but better than landing on concrete. I stood up immediately assuming the fighting position, I looked like I was in the middle of realizing I was high as a kite, knowing damn and full well I was acting ridiculous because I was high. I was ready, ready for what exactly I didn't know, but whatever brought me out of my bathtub was not about to catch me off guard, not if I could help it. Whatever happened, I was going down swinging.

I took a good luck around me, and just that quickly, all of the fight left my breath. The scenery before me captivated me and rendered me still. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Fields of grass and several different types of flowers laid before me for miles. Daisies, daffodils, sunflowers, you name it, all bloomed vibrantly and filled the air with rich fluorescent smells, and saturated the scene with vivid colors. It was as if the earth began and would end in this one place. The garden of Eden was a child’s coloring project posted on the refrigerator compared to what I was looking at. Further past the flowers was a mountain. The contrast between its snowy white peak mixed with the dark colors of the earth with the greens reds and oranges of the field, made the scenario all the more picturesque and surreal. Just when I was beginning to notice that there was no sign of life I noticed butterflies, at least that’s what they looked like, fluttering about I noticed that they had kaleidoscope colored wings that were transparent. This contrasted with the black details and definition of their antennas.

They were beautiful works of art that flew majestically. Unbeknownst to them, I envied them. Not only were they indescribably beautiful, but they were free, free of burden, free of remorse, debt, hatred and all of the things that plagued me on the inside. I bet they didn’t even know how beautiful they were or how pure they seemed. After all, how could something so beautiful carry any sort of malevolence. How I longed to be this free and transparent with my surroundings. I wanted to feel anxiety free, stress free. Perhaps if given time, this too can happen for me. “One day”, I muttered to myself. Just as I was about to grab this so called butterfly, as I was mere inches away from it, it popped right in front of me, as if I was blowing bubbles. It disappeared completely and not a single trace of it was left. “This day is just getting weirder and weirder”, I said to no one in particular.

I decided to walk around and see if I found anything to give me a clue as to where I was. The atmosphere was so clean, warm and inviting. I couldn’t really describe it. I was feeling everything at once. Happy, excited, wanted. It had felt as though no matter how nervous I should be in the not knowing where I was, nothing mattered more than being in this very place right here, right now. I had noticed that not a single piece of trash littered the ground anywhere. How the city paled in comparison to this paradise. There was no smell of waste, no debris, nothing even remotely unattractive.

Whoever came up with this place, must’ve been God himself. I saw a stream and walked towards it wanting to see if I recognized any animals. It was a dumb idea, I know but call me optimistic. I walked over to the bank, knelt down as carefully as I could not wanting to fall in the small body of water and risk getting wet this time. I looked at my reflection and it suddenly hit me. Why wasn’t I wet? Or cold? Or naked? I looked over at my reflection closer this time and saw that I was wearing what I could only describe as a large sheet cloth with an off white color.

The dress wasn't accentuating my curves at all, but nor did it make me look or feel any less feminine. I had just realized right then and there that this was the first time that I had seen myself all day. Lately I had felt so disgusted and disappointed in my life that I had left the thoughts of vanity to elsewhere. I brushed my hair aside and tucked it behind my ear. I had just recently cut it into a bob hoping that was the change I needed, sadly it was not. I got a good look at my tan skin, very smooth and blemish free, my small head in which I saw the high cheekbones, a plump bottom lip,a nose that I finally grew into and hazel eyes with a slight hint of yellow with an eerie glow. “What a minute”, I said silently as I leaned in closer to the water and was shook. My eyes were glowing. There was no way of unseeing what I saw. Not only did I see the yellow glow beam from my eyes. I could feel it. It felt as though my eyes were so bright from within me that it bothered me to have them open for too long.

I stood up quickly as if not looking in to the water would make what I saw any less true. I walked backwards, turned around on my heel and once turned around, tripped over a vine on the ground. My hand landed on what felt like a shoe. I looked up, effectively shaking the dirt off of my chin and saw a rather shiny shoe, both sturdy and leather. I looked up with hesitation and saw the most beautiful deep sea green eyes stare right back at me. The owner wasn’t half bad either. As I steadied myself back to my feet I noticed he was excessively tall probably around 6’4, if I had to guess with strong arms, a puffed up chest, steal muscles, and long hair, right around shoulder length but definitely longer than mine.

He was about two shades darker than me in skin tone. with a straight nose, high cheekbones and powerful legs that could probably outrun a horse. Yup, this dude definitely took his fitness seriously. He looked calm, yet a little too smug for my liking. I thought I’d take the initiative in the conversation seeing as we both stood what felt like an eternity staring at each other and neither one of us said a word. Although I have to admit my stare was more like ogling him with googly eyes, his was more out of curiosity and yet, with a slight hint of satisfaction. Almost as if he had caught what he was looking for. “So is the part where you try to kidnap me and I fight you to the death or what”, sure that’s what you say to a guy twice your size. He cocked his head to the side, it reminded me of when you were disciplining a puppy and it didn’t understand what you were saying. “I am confused, do you think me capable of hurting you,''he said calmly and soothingly. I could hear this guy talk to me all day. It definitely was not the answer I was expecting, but I’ll roll with it for now.

“Well I just fell through my shower drain into a magical universe with a Thor looking wanna be I don’t know, so my guess is yes Hercules”. The scrunched look on his brow indicated how annoyed he was at my description of him. “I am not Hercules, my name is Magales, warrior of the Western Pavilion and I am here on an assignment of which I intend to complete”. If his physique wasn’t going to make me like him even more, his name sure as hell would do the trick. He was sexy, in an ancient kind of way. His body was young looking but he looked wiser beyond his years. He looked to be about 30 years of age, but could pass off as someone in their mid twenties. The man named Magales folded his arms and held his position, letting it be known that he wasn’t budging. “Oh yea and what sort of assignment is that? Cause from over here it looks like your trying to win a staring contest”. He took two steps and was meet inches from my face. I was stunned at how broodily gorgeous he was. “ I am here to return you back to the land where you belong. With that being said, Welcome home, Guardian.

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hekate1308 · 7 years ago

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The Baggage We Carry, Chapter Eight

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One and a half years sounded like enough time to ensure he’d make it to college (he thought a normal one wouldn’t be too bad, even as Crowley insisted “Ivy League, I don’t take second best“), but in reality, Dean had never paid as much attention to his grades as he should have, if he wanted to pursue this course, and he was a mediocre student at best, as far as his teachers were concerned.

Which meant they’d probably be suspicious of his efforts for a while... Except Miss Moseley, of course. Dean had the feeling that nothing got past her.

Despite the adults’ mistrust, people started to catch on. Slowly.

“Man, you are awesome in biology!” Garth claimed one day. He’d been sitting next to Dean during the test.

“Are you telling me you cheated?”

“Never, man. Just saw how much you wrote, you must have studied your ass off!”

He shrugged.

“I had help”.

Both of his best friends had studied with him.

And Dean could have sworn that Cas didn’t need to period and Crowley didn’t even know what studying was.

“Still, though – glad for you, man! Oh hi, Cas! Hi, Crowster!”

Dean glanced up to see Crowley frown at the nickname.

Weird to see them together, really; they only had a short break between classes right now, and normally Crowley didn’t bother to show up if there was no time for a proper chat.

Dean looked at Cas and raised an eyebrow.

He shrugged.

He didn’t know what was going on either, then.

None of them realized until Crowley actually walked right into Geography class with them.

“Ahm, Crowley...” Dean began, aware of the shocked stares of their classmates as he sat down at a desk.

“This is a classroom”.

“Your observation skills will never cease to amaze me, Squirrel.”

“A classroom where class is about to start” he continued.

“I am perfectly aware where I am, thank you”.

“A class with a teacher teaching, and other students”.

“I do also happen to know the definition of “high school””.

“Dean” Cas said, “if he wants to stay, let him.”

“I’m not throwing him out, I’m just wondering – “

“You sound like a couple bickering over their teenage son, guys” Garth said.

Lisa chuckled behind Dean.

“They really do”.

Most of the class was listening to them, although half of them were pretending not to.

Because Fergus Crowley actually walking down hallways where one could see him?

It was no big deal compared to him actually attending class.

As Dean had expected, Miss Rachel entered and immediately did a double-take.

“Mr. Crowley...”

He just looked at her, completely unconcerned.

She swallowed and forced herself to begin the lesson.

Dean was impressed. She didn’t throw half the strange glances Crowley’s way the rest of the class did.

“Seriously” he asked him at lunch, “What was that? I thought you’d graduate without having spoken to a teacher once”.

Crowley shrugged.

“I was bored and you two were there”.

Dean decided to best leave it at that.

That afternoon, he was studying with Cas in the library. Karen had already brought them pie.

“Ugh, I’ll never get this. Why do physics have to be so complicated anyway?”

“You love physics” Cas reminded him.

“Yeah, well... lots of things I love tend not to treat me that well, if we’re being honest”.

Cas reached out to squeeze his hand once more.

“Dean, you can do this”.

And he returned to his own book, not seeing Dean swallow and turn away.

Because one of the other things Dean loved?

Was sitting right next to him.

It wasn’t just a crush anymore; he was in love with Cas.

Oh God.

How could he let this happen? This was Cas, one of the best friends he had on this earth... He couldn’t go and pine after him for years to come.

But exactly that would happen if he didn’t remember that they were friends and that was all there would ever be to it.

After all, he’d kind of decided that ending up with a woman and eventually producing kids might help Dad get over his disappointment from Dean not taking over the shop.

And Cas was a very clearly not a woman and b incapable of having kids. Not that that would necessary stop them from adopting one, or using a surrogate, or...

You’re supposed to work through this, not make it worse, he chastised himself, but sadly, it didn’t work, and only Cas’ hand on his shoulder lifted him from his mental freak-out.

“Dean? You look a bit pale. You should eat your pie. I’m sure it’ll help.”

Why did he have to be so perfect? It just wasn’t fair.

“Yeah, thanks Cas, I’ll do that”.

He forced himself to smile and swore that this too would pass.

It didn’t.

Cas was just... so Cas: smart, caring, cute and no sign of stopping soon. He had become good friends with Sammy too, and Dean finally decided that he could take him to his house and introduce him to his parents after all.

As long as they didn’t notice...

Well, they had no idea he was bi, so they probably wouldn’t get suspicious.

The night he brought Cas over for dinner, Dad was baffled. He could see it in the way he eyed Cas, like one of those European cars with their “needlessly complicated motors” according to him (Dean had always thought that at least with some features the Europeans had a point, but knew better than to bring it up).

Cas was just... too different from the friends Dean had brought over before. Hell, Dad could even handle Aaron (then again, he hadn’t introduced himself with “Hey I’m gay and know your son is bi” so he probably assumed the guy was looking for some tips how to score a girl from Dean).

But Cas... Cas was quiet and a bit shy at the beginning of every acquaintance, not to mention he could be rather blunt, not at all like his other teammates or the jocks he brought around now and then when Mom asked about his friends.

“So, Casteeel” he tried, and Dean winced. Sam frowned at their father, but Cas didn’t even bat an eye. Probably was used to people butchering his first name.

“You said you like... reading”.

It almost sounded like a joke, coming out of Dean’s mouth.

Cas nodded.

“Yes. Me and... my best friend often go to the library”.

He’d almost said it, good God. Mom’s questions Dean could have dealt with but Dad’s well-meant ridicule would have hurt him.

“That’s... nice. So you know Karen?”

“He went with Sam and Dean to the Singers for dinner, John” Mom said. “You really could have remembered that.”

“Sorry, son. Dean just has so many friends...”

Yes, but only two close ones, Dad, and one of them I can’t even mention because you would throw a fit.

“I know” Cas said quietly while looking at Dean, as if assuring him that he knew the truth.

“Yeah, well, that’s my boy. Always out and about with his friends” Dad boasted and Dean wondered who he wanted to impress. Cas certainly was friendly enough, and even though by no means small Dad didn’t have to feel threatened by him of all people.

“Dean is a very good friend” he said gently, smiling at him.

Dean took a sip of water so he wouldn’t start coughing.

Damn it.

Why, Cas?

He couldn’t make heart eyes at him across the table, even Dad would notice, even if Cas was thankfully still unaware of his feelings.

And Mom...

Dean had never really thought about how much his mother knew about him.

Did she suspect? He was safe from Dad; he’d never even let a suspicion come into his head; but Mom?

He glanced at her, but she was beaming as always, happy to have her family around her, making sure everyone had a full plate.

She probably expected him to look for someone like her, Dean realized, someone exactly like her. Someone who was happy being a housewife, caring, doting, and yeah, he could see the appeal, and his mother was one of the best persons he knew, but with Cas...

He couldn’t imagine living with someone like Mom as his partner.

But Cas...

Waking up, bickering, having breakfast, saying goodbye at the door with a kiss...

Sam kicked him under the table, and his expression was enough to tell Dean.

Yes.

His brother knew.

His brother knew he was in love with Cas.

He swallowed and looked away.

Cas was busy telling Dean about the Kingskiller Chronicles, a book series Dean had always found a bit dense (but then he was way more into sci fi than Cas, and he could easily see why it was called “the new Lord of the Rings” Patrick Rothfuss had some serious game) and he was obviously still trying to figure out where this guy fit into the picture he had of his son.

He didn’t, and that was the whole problem.

“Tonight was nice” Cas told him when he was about to go, “thank you, Dean.”

“Nah, thank you, Cas, for dealing with my parents.”

“They’re not so bad... they noticed me”.

He reached forward and hugged Dean close. Surprised, he hugged back before seeing Cas off and walking back into the living room where his family was waiting.

“He seems smart” Dad said when he stepped in.

That was... not a lot of praise. He knew Dad, and “being smart” was usually not something he considered that important.

But then, Dean hadn’t expected him to like Cas a lot.

“He’s definitely a sweet-tempered boy” Mom said, “And so polite”.

“Yeah”.

“How did you get to know one another?”

“We sat next to each other in geography”.

“Ah, that’s it. You needed some pointers”.

“Actually I’m pretty...”

“I thought you’d find some use for that giant brain of his”.

Dad laughed.

“Good choice of friend, Dean.”

“John”.

“Sorry, Mary. I am just joking. If Dean wants to hang out with nerds now and then...”

“As a matter of fact they’re fun” Sam chimed in, glaring at Dad. “I’m one too, if you haven’t noticed”.

“Come on Sammy, just making a bit of fun. Isn’t that the point of Dads, anyway?”

Dean preferred retiring to his room so he could Skype with his friends for the rest of the night.

To his surprise, Crowley ended up inviting them to his house after school the next day.

“I have it all for myself this week. Mother is on a cruise with Devon”.

“How are her marriage plans going?”

“Considering I’m pretty sure Devon was called Tim last week, not too well.”

And that was how Dean and Cas ended up standing in front of Crowley’s, or rather Crowley mother’s pretty big house.

Imagine that. Crowley actually had a place where he lived.

It was stupid enough, but he’d never even considered that he needed to sleep.

“Why does your mother even need a millionaire?” he asked when Crowley opened the door for them.

“I never asked her where she got the money for the house. I considered it safer that way”.

It was probably was, but that didn’t keep noticing through the whole afternoon just how freaking empty this house was.

Say what you want about his parents, there were more pictures of him and Sam on the walls than he could count.

He almost couldn’t tell anyone lived here, for crying out loud.

They hung out in the living room, watching movies on the giant flat screen, when Dean went to the bathroom and accidentally the only pictures in the house.

The door next to the bathroom was open, and from the copy of Edgar Allan Poe on the bedside table, Dean immediately knew it was Crowley’s room.

He shouldn’t have snooped, but them...

The room was as meticulously clean as the rest of the house and yet felt warmer somehow.

Maybe it was because of the few pictures Crowley had carefully framed and hung up.

Dean recognized them immediately.

A few weeks ago, after they’d been playing football with Sam, they had fooled around in a photo booth.

Dean had had no idea Crowley had taken the pictures with him.

He smiled even as he ignored how much he and Cas looked like a couple in some of them and went to rejoin his friends.

And if he and Cas moved closer to one another throughout the afternoon, who was he to notice?

#my writings #destiel #high school au #smart!dean #bestie!crowley

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longhairfreakypeople · 8 years ago

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It bothers me so so much when someone takes my idea (or anyone else’s idea) and “makes it their own”, or takes credit for it. Granted if I never saw someone copy these glasses, #kyramade from 2012, I probably would have never gotten around to making a good quality version like I intended. So there are more reasons for these events to occur, I understand. The unaccountable part of me is really tired of feeling like I’m competing with myself. On the other hand I’m also a little suprised it doesn’t happen more often honestly. I almost constantly have been carrying around the belief/ fear that “people aren’t original and steal ideas”, or something to that extent, since I was a child. Which I know isn’t true, there are so many people in the world who create unbelievable art, from a place of complete authenticity. This belief is probably karmic and is also one of the reasons I am afraid to shine. It has always bothered me passionately watching people copy anyone else’s ideas, not even just my own. So I know that it is much more than just the fear that someone will steal my ideas too, it bothers me to my core when someone isn’t being themselves. I believe that a big part of my purpose as a human is to influence others/ the collective conciousness, to become their most authentic self as I become mine. Of course I understand the mirroring aspect as well. Am I always my authentic self? Lol no. I hide so much of myself from the world. I know one thing that I’m good at and I hide behind it. Probably so that I have an excuse to not grow (in progress), but I know it isn’t authentic. I do things even with Kyramade that aren’t in alignment with myself. It kills my true self to duplicate pieces that I’ve already created, my art and inspiration is in the one of a kinds. Don’t even get me started on showing authentic feelings lmao, working on it. But I totally have been noticing that I attract people and situations to reconfirm my fear/ belief that nobody is original/ nobody is themselves. Although i am so grateful for my talents, part of me feels guilty, like it is kind of easy for me to say.. I realized (accepted) my talents and passions pretty early on in life, and they are also so SO SOCIETAL. Which doesn’t actually necessarily mean easier… My soul chose a path that was meant to have extreme mental and emotional challenges, for my learning. My soul chose a path where right now I am not valued for what I am. In this mass producing, commercial state we are in. For example, the fashion industry, which I “unfortunately” seem to fall the closest under the category of - is literally based on copying, following trends, repeating trends, changing up others ideas to make their own, etc.. I am “competing” with unauthenticity. Even if my work doesn’t seem like the most original work ever, because of this world of commercialism that we live in, where it’s been made totally acceptable to use others ideas. It is to me. I know that my ideas mostly come straight from within me. I do not “inspire” myself with photos, other people’s work, magazines, the Internet, searching ‘inspo’…. I make an effort to be influenced by others as little as possible. I know this as my truth. Sometimes I get uncomfortable when I don’t have a title for myself. I don’t resonate with being a fashion designer obviously, and even artist doesn’t feel suiting to me. This part of me, what I do, what I create, is literally just who I am. Such a confusing path for my soul to choose, but makes painful sense to me. I have had a few people challenging my beliefs. They believe that good things come from copying others, they view it as inspiration. But these people have not been people I view as artists (lack of better word) or original, or authentic. A lot of people don’t understand. How could you really? If you don’t know what it feels like to have original ideas and really create? I hope everyone chooses to experience the feeling of creation. I believe that everyone is an artist of life. I think anything can be an art. We went from people being oppressed to express themselves to everyone in 2016 being like “I’m an artist”. Which is totally true, just not in the way that we think. We are just staying in societies box one way or another. We are locked in this idea of what art is. We think being an artist only means being a painter, writer, musician, poet, photographer, etc. We think these are the only ways to be creative or create. But to me it’s so much more. Dont limit yourself to societies standard of art or talent. Everyone wants to be an artist but they don’t except themselves or their artform. I see too many people making mediocre “art” influenced/ watered down from others work. But what is art to me truly!?!? It’s simply something that INSPIRES us. ANYTHING. Our souls crave to be inspired. The most creative you feel is when you’re using someone else’s idea, putting your own spin on it? :-( Breaks my heart. That is not inspiration that is copying. And your poor lil soul. It craves awe (mums realization hehe) we crave to be in AWE. to feel!!! Not to live life getting temporary validation for something we didn’t create. Life is art, art is creation, life is creation. The word “artist” is either becoming so overused and meaningless to me, or it is becoming so meaningful and vast. Like why couldnt science be an art!? Sometimes i think about something like scared geometry and think to myself there is a freaking beauty to the universe that i cannot even fathom. Endless possibilities. And thats math! Why cant math be art? I think about how beautiful the universe is and how these incredible souls chose their path to bring this info to the world. I also think about how this is not my path. My path is to influence the mass conciousness to remind us why we are here as individuals. There is a reason we are human, and a reason we chose the exact body and experience that we did. You are so much bigger than you realize. Let your light shine. Dont hide behind someone elses ideas, someone elses light. I think about the what ifs: what if all the game changers throughout history hadn’t shown their lil lights. I truly believe every single human has been given (chosen by their soul) specific, unique talents. Some people (most?) will never realize their true talent/ purpose. Maybe because they are afraid to shine, accept who they are, or maybe their role in society isn’t typical, or better yet hasn’t even been created yet!?! (Isn’t that an exciting thought).. Their are so many people being mediocre at something in society. Or being “crafty” copying someone else’s art. And those are just cheating themselves out of becoming their most authentic self. But that is when the world changes. When each of us as individuals do what we were made to do. I sincerley doubt your highest purpose is to be “crafty” and copy others. Please dont cheat yourself. Accept who you are, it will be the greatest gift you give to yourself/ the world. I have friends who literally only play dress-up, every single day. Dressing up as something else is honestly fun once in a while, but there's a point where it becomes dangerous. When you stand there and say "this is who I am". This is why trends can be dangerous. It's naive to think the way we dress isn't important or just surface. Of course it isn't all that we are, but it's totally an extension of ourselves. I often feel like the only person who can see how much pain my friends and people around me are in. It is so painful to reject your true self. Each day they pretend this new mask they put on is "who they are" they become further and further away from seeing them self, loving them self. It makes me really sad because I personally don't think they would be trying so hard to stand out if they were put on the earth just to be another follower. So here I get to the part where I know that the way I react to people stealing ideas, usually by ignoring it or getting upset, is not working for me anymore. I am usually so passive in life, so speaking my truth right now is really making my authentic self happy. I am in the process of changing my belief to “everyone is their most authentic self”. In the meantime to keep myself sane, I know I cannot change others. I also know that each time you copy someone else you become further and further from your authentic self. And I will not take that on anymore. All I can do is focus on myself and continue to accept who I am, until I figure out exactly what I am to learn from these experiences. Does all this mean that i have become completely authentic and now im perfect? No. It means I am completely open to seeing myself and loving who i am. Authenticity has got to be the truest form of self love. Also if anyone has experienced these challenges and successfully reframed it for themselves pls pls talk to meee 🙏

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consciousowl · 8 years ago

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Go Beyond the Limiting Beliefs That You Create

Argue for your limitations, and sure enough they're yours.

Richard Bach

When was the last time you wanted to do something utterly insane, like run for President? What thoughts immediately came up for you? Did you convince yourself you were being reasonable? Did you really believe that you could pull it off?

If you are like most of us, you truly have had some wild ideas, but fear got the best of you every time. “Comfortable” and “reasonable” were more appealing than the possibility that you are utterly magnificent.

Why Limit Yourself or Lie About Who You Are?

You are both a localized self, and the Universal Self. Life is all about forgetting Who We Are and recovering it in the playground we call the world. In this playground, it is not too cool to run around saying you’re “God.” If you decide to really go for it, you will be a standout, and often look like a freak to others. Have you ever noticed the conspiracy of mediocrity?

However, at a certain point in your life, you get sick of running on three cylinders and measuring up to 50%. Excellence has a certain appeal, even if you aren’t sure quite how to begin. You know that you are more than your nametag, or your body, or possibly even your mind. These all belong to your localized self.

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When the ante in the game goes up, through climate change, religious warfare or financial turbulence, you realize that holding back from telling the truth makes no more sense at all.

How Limiting Beliefs Get Started

In childhood, you were comfortable living out of your imagination. “Let’s pretend” was all that was necessary to start a delightful game with your buddies.

That was all it took to become a knight in shining armor, or a gorgeous damsel in distress, or a famous musician.

A simple declaration that your peers bought into.

As you grew up, you started listening to adults, including your parents and teachers. Most of them were real-world-focused and survival-oriented. They wanted to impart their survival skills so that you might have a better life, perhaps even realize the American Dream. Along with their strategies, you picked up a highly constrained view of reality.

You came to accept many ideas that were not originally your own. As soon as you bought into them, they became very real. They altered your perspective.

Beliefs shape possibility and show up in the way the world occurs to us.

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If you are properly trained, you will never again dream of changing the world. Nothing less than a revolution could dislodge you from your false security.

Our Limitations Are Not About Time and Money

Most of us have it that we could make a difference if only we had the time. Being practical, we realize the need for a paycheck, or at the very least a steady source of passive income. We literally need to buy the time. But, without the time, we can’t get a better job. It all becomes a vicious circle and an ideal setup for victimization.

The only problem is that lack of time and money is a lie. It is no the lack of time or money-- even if you are working 60 hours a week -- that is stopping you. It is fear. It is distaste for risk and pushing yourself beyond your comfort zone. The truth is that you will NEVER have ENOUGH TIME and MONEY until you wake up.

If you go a little deeper, you will see that it is a lack of clarity around what you are supposed to be doing while here on Planet Earth. What “poor little me” is capable of seems patently obvious to you and everyone around you. You’re no fool. You’ve learned to play it smart, all the better to ensure that you are around here a little bit longer.

How to Clear Limiting Beliefs

Limiting beliefs are much like blind spots. You are literally not aware that you are not aware. You look out there, and the world occurs to you the way it does. Seeing is believing. You are not about to defy gravity anytime soon. So why place your bets on the impossible?

You first must go within, let your monkey mind subside and notice your stream of thoughts. Are the voices you hear really your own authentic voice? Or are they streaming out of the past, setting up the rules for your future behavior. Your conditioning is only conditioning. Have you learned to question it?

You learn to go within and feel what is right to you on the deepest possible level. You don’t do this by talking off the top of your head. You do this by going deeply within.

You will eventually start hearing “the Still, Small Voice” that will begin coaching you. When you get into a true conversation with that voice, you will move off the bleachers and onto the playing field.

From Where Do We Create?

We create on an energetic level, from within. Sure, we need to take massive action, but we don’t start with that action.

We create from nothing by declaration, making new distinctions as to what is possible.

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President Kennedy saw us landing “a man on the moon” by the end of the 1960’s. The entire space program was his subsequent action. President Bill Clinton looked at the emerging Internet with Al Gore and saw a global superhighway. Human communication was forever transformed to a planetary level.

We create from “nothing,” or inner space. That nothing, however, is everything, the ground of all being.

We start playing with ideas, and put them together in new and intriguing combinations. We then breathe deeply and go blank. On rare occasions, we receive a download from what seems like heaven. Surely there is a God!

When we start consciously creating from within, we become inner-directed. People pick up on this and begin to really listen. True, we need to enroll them. However, this becomes easier and easier to do the moment our dream becomes our passion. Do you want a life beyond your wildest dreams? Then start having wild dreams, all over again!

Conscious Energy Is the Ticket

When consciousness meets energy, you encounter The Great I AM, that Living Presence Who knows no limits. You begin to realize that everything you see is made of energy. Quantum bits drive the entire digital era. What you see out in the world, and what you see on your smart phone or tablet is a firework of energy dancing upon nothing.

You tune into that consciousness which is the True You, the One that made and maintains the Universe. You open up to that Energy that moves the stars, only to find out that It is only Love. Out of Love you were born, out of Love you create.

You befriend a force that is continuously orchestrating every event in your life and continuously shaping your circumstances. You become one with that force. You awaken to your Universal Self, and then consciously re-enter your individualized self to do some major mischief.

You Are Here to Make a Difference in the Big Game

You are not here by accident. When you become Who You Are, there are no mistakes. Everything that ever happened to you has led up to this very moment where you get to confront infinite possibility. You were behind it all. You set up a hidden agenda from which your localized self shrunk away.

You have a say in what happens now. You have the power within you to live from the future by declaration, rather from the past, which you are powerless to change. Once you become present, you stop time, if even for a moment. Then you get to say how it is. You get to speak your dream.

There may be a lot of things about the world today that you see differently. If you choose it the way it is, you can also choose it any other way. You may not have voted for President Donald Trump, but you can transform the space out of which he operates. Big hint: It is only by LOVE.

It all begins with love - not chaos. You can’t build nor create out of chaos... but you CAN out of love.

Identify and Overcome Limiting Beliefs Today!

I would like to introduce you to Jeffrey Allen, the psychic healer. Jeffrey was outwardly successful as a software engineer, but inwardly miserable. Life was hollow and meaningless, as he was not living out of who he was, only who he thought he should be. Even though he had more money than most, he didn’t have the money to pull off the changes he needed to make to become a professional healer.

Jeffrey got one break, and then another. Each time, the possibilities were exhilarating, but very uncomfortable, and the suggested course of action seemed highly unreasonable. Jeffrey had the integrity to do it anyway. Each time, things opened up a little bit more, in a matter of days and weeks, rather than years.

Suddenly Jeffrey was doing what he was: sending energy all around the planet. Healing himself and others. Empowering himself and others. Jeffrey wants nothing more than to share those same insights with you and facilitate you in becoming the Magnificent Creator that you already ARE.

I suggest you give him a chance by listening to what he has to say (by clicking on the image below). I promise you will lose all appetite to continue lying to yourself as to what you are really up to in this life.

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The Best Gluten Free Foods of 2016

In 2016, we lived in 12 states: California, Arizona, New Mexico, Colorado, Kansas, Missouri, Kentucky, Indiana, Tennessee, North Carolina, Georgia and Florida.

This is where we found the best gluten free biscuits, cake pops, cookies, donuts, key lime pies, samosas, tacos, and waffles, plus a few of our favorite gluten free recipes with numerous vegan friendly options in the mix!

Across the course of the past few years, Beth and I have adopted numerous healthy eating habits and/or diets in search of optimal health and wellness while trying not to sacrifice one of our favorite pursuits: eating amazing food. We eat fresh and organic whenever possible, almost never eat fast food, and avoid gluten and a few other foods that tend to encourage inflammation.

After some good early success with Tim Ferris’ Slow Carb Diet, we were inspired by our good friends and human incarnations of the fountain of youth, Mark and Courtney Wolfgang, to give the Paleo diet a go.

I think we were both more than a little surprised at how much better we felt after we started eating paleo (plus a few variations, including Whole30, the Primal Diet and the Bulletproof Diet)), and couldn’t ignore some of the more obvious exclusions as potential sources of ailments we didn’t even realize we had until they were gone.

Why a gluten free diet?

Although neither of us have yet been tested for celiac disease, I think it’s safe to say that cutting gluten out of our diets almost immediately made us both feel better, and as we slowly relaxed our implementation of the paleo diet, one of the only things that remained consistent was the gluten free diet.

Suffice it to say that eating out with any dietary restriction is a challenge, and as anyone with a gluten allergy (or any food allergy) knows, it can be scary taking a chance at restaurants that don’t have a track record of success and a lot of favorable reviews.

Since we’ve had the privilege of living in some of the most amazing places in 12 different states during 2016, we thought we’d put together a list of what we consider to be the best gluten free foods we’ve had this year from restaurants, cafes, health food stores and even the patios and recipe books of our nomadic friends’ and family.

The following are our personal favorite gluten free foods of 2016, in no particular order.

Best Gluten Free Tacos:

Taco Asylum in Costa Mesa, CA

Limited Veg and Vegan Options

Taylor says:

We love tacos. In our travels, we’ve had amazing tacos from street carts in Algodones, Mexico to vegan food trucks in Austin, Texas and oceanside restaurants on the California coast, so it would be hard to pick just one place whose tacos prevail over all others.

However, if we had to pick a favorite spot, we choose Taco Asylum for their consistently delicious tacos, a kitchen and wait staff who know or are always willing to find out which of their rotating menu items are gluten free, and kick-ass homemade hot sauces so good we’ve given them as gifts.

Beth adds:

Because they don’t have a dedicated fryer, I avoid the chips and nachos, but the tacos here are full of win.

Don’t miss the Bahn Mi, Fire Pig and Jamaican Jerk tacos, as they are what makes Taco Asylum my favorite gluten free Mexican restaurant option in Orange county.

Taco Asylum 2937 S Bristol Street, Costa Mesa, CA 92626 http://tacoasylum.com (714) 922-6010

Best Gluten Free Chicken & Waffles:

Jewel’s Bakery & Cafe outside Phoenix, AZ

Dedicated Gluten Free Facility, Many Vegan Options

Taylor says:

Being born and raised in and around Atlanta, Georgia, I’m a pretty big fan of southern food, and although Beth is originally from New York, I’ve managed to introduce her to some delicious soul food that has certainly made her a fan.

One of the things that Beth and I both enjoyed before going gluten-free and paleo was chicken and waffles, a true southern delicacy that isn’t often found on gluten free menus. Fortunately, we’ve managed to come across a couple of pretty spectacular specimens, and although it was a pretty close race, we think the Chicken & Waffles with honey sriracha and buttermilk syrup from Jewel’s Bakery & Cafe near Phoenix, Arizona, gets the prize.

We’d be remiss not to mention the runner up, however, as King Daddy’s Chicken & Waffle in Asheville, NC, really makes an excellent showing with their expertly fried chicken that’s so delicious it’s hard to believe it’s gluten free on top of hearty, gluten free waffle. They even have a vegan waffle!

Beth adds:

The honey Sriracha and buttermilk syrup elevate Jewel’s gluten free fried chicken and waffles from simple comfort food to mind-blowing gourmet fare that you should go out of your way to get in your mouth.

This is the place to go if you are looking for a good gluten free restaurant between Phoenix and Scottsdale, Arizona.

Jewel’s Bakery & Cafe 4041 E Thomas Rd, Phoenix, AZ 85018 http://ift.tt/17wzndA (602) 714-5243

Best Gluten Free Fish and Chips:

Smokejumper Cafe in West Yellowstone, MT

Super Celiac Friendly

Taylor says:

Sometimes I have a craving that only fish and chips will satisfy. Crispy, golden brown pollock or cod fried to perfection atop a bed of french fries, salty and crunchy on the outside and just a little bit soft, tender and delicious inside.

Like chicken and waffles and chicken fried steak, a good gluten free fish and chips is pretty difficult to find. While visiting Yellowstone National Park, we learned that the girlfriend of the proprietor of the Smokejumper Cafe has celiac disease, so the owner and executive chef made a concerted effort to ensure that most of the items on the menu, breaded, fried and all, are safe for those with a wheat allergy.

Though we sampled a few other items on the menu, it was indeed the hand-dipped, gluten-free beer-battered and perfectly fried fish and chips that won us over. Although we didn’t make it back to West Yellowstone in 2016, we didn’t find another fish and chips to take the crown this year, so we’ll cheat and keep them on the list from last year.

Beth adds:

This unassuming one-man operation in the airport is a stealth winner. After all the expensive, less-than-mediocre tourist traps around Yellowstone, I was wary of this seasonal airport restaurant.

Luckily, it turns out that looks can be deceiving. Everything here is great, but the fish and chips are the best and the owner and chef is super awesome. I also loved the onion rings and milkshakes. They specialize in breakfast, burgers, steaks and lobster bisque and with a dedicated fryer, toaster & waffle iron, almost everything can be made celiac-friendly & gluten free.

If you are flying out of this little airport in West Yellowstone, this is a great reason to get to the airport early. Allow time, everything is made fresh to order and definitely call ahead for groups of 5 or more, or just keep this place between you and your bestie.

Smokejumper Cafe 721 Yellowstone Airport Rd, West Yellowstone, MT 59758 http://ift.tt/2jfy8Kp (406) 646-9060

Best Gluten Free Chicken Fried Steak:

Gourmet Girls in Tucson, AZ

Dedicated Gluten Free Facility

Taylor says:

Chicken fried steak is an odd dish. To call it “steak” is a bit disingenuous, as it more closely resembles a battered and fried hamburger, given its ground and reformed “steak” middle. That said, I find chicken fried steak to be virtually irresistible, and since going gluten free, I’ve found it in very few places where I could again enjoy it in its decadent glory.

The preparation that stands out most is that of Gourmet Girls’ Gluten Free Bakery and Bistro in Tucson, Arizona. I’m not sure how they make their gravy taste so amazing without flour, but whatever their secret, it’s worth a special visit just for the “steak.”

Beth adds:

I am not a chicken fried steak person, but I never turn down a bite of this when Taylor offers to share. Gourmet Girls has some other great gluten free treats including their gluten free rosemary bread and their gluten free peanut butter chocolate chip cookies. (protip; skip the gluten free cupcakes if you are over 10 years old).

Gourmet Girls Gluten Free Bakery/Bistro 5845 N Oracle Rd, Tucson, AZ 85704 http://ift.tt/1DYQ76n (520) 408-9000

Best Options for Gluten Free Vegans:

Plant in Asheville, NC

Dedicated Vegan &

Present Moment Cafe in St. Augustine, FL

Dedicated Vegan, Super Celiac Friendly

Taylor says:

Looking for a place to take your gluten free vegan friends? Or just a nice place where your vegan and paleo friends don’t have to battle?

We couldn’t choose just one place to get this title, as our two picks are so frickin’ amazing, neither of them deserves second place for anything. First up is the incomparable Plant in Asheville, North Carolina, where Chef Jason Sellers’ “scratch-made food uses only carefully chosen ingredients that come from the earth.”

On our most recent visit, I had the vegan and gluten free Bibimbap (one of my favorite Korean dishes), comprised of Korean-style chili tofu with grilled broccoli & togarashi, kimchi, purple cabbage, pickled shiitakes and chilled sesame sushi rice with sesame-scallion sauce, toasted cashews and pea shoots.

Next is Present Moment Cafe, in St. Augustine, Florida, with a unique and incredible menu of raw, vegan, organic, gluten-free creations by Chef Yvette Schindler.

Our favorites from their entirely-awesome menu are the Mango Samosa (curried vegetables folded into a mango coconut wrapper), and the Alive Blueberry Crepes (banana/pecan crepes, topped with blueberries and vanilla cream) from their “Breakfast All Day” menu.

Beth adds:

The first time we ate at Present Moment Cafe, we were so inspired, we wound up coming back the next morning for breakfast and then back again the next day for dinner. We even made a special trip into St. Augustine solely to eat there again two years later. I have dreamt about the blueberry crepes and samosas here. So Freaking Good.

Plant 165 Merrimon Avenue, Asheville, NC 28801 http://plantisfood.com/ 828-258-7500

The Present Moment Cafe 224 West King Street, St. Augustine, FL 32089 http://ift.tt/2igh42A 904-827-4499

Best Gluten Free Cake Pops:

Gluten Free Cutie in Roswell, GA

Dedicated Gluten Free Facility, Vegan Options

Taylor says:

Although I’ve never been a huge cake lover, I’ve come across a few cakes I’ve really enjoyed, though most of our attempts to find delicious gluten free cake have been met with disappointment, and, often, cottonmouth.

Until just a few years ago, we were also unaware of the phenomenon that is “cake pops” and only after a bit of research did we learn that baking a little frosting in with the cake is how you keep a cake pop moist and delicious.

We’ve tried a few specimen of gluten free cake pops, and like gluten free cake, most of them have failed to impress, the exception being those of Gluten Free Cutie in Roswell, Georgia.

Moist and delicious, if a wee bit sweet for my taste, their cake pops are awesome, if a bit out of the way when we’re staying near Atlanta. Still, the cinnamon roll and chocolate chip cookie dough cake pops are worth the drive.

Beth adds;

Three reasons to go:

Cinnamon White Chocolate Gluten Free Cake Pop

Cookie Dough Gluten Free Cake Pop (Vegan)

Chocolate Sun Butter Gluten Free Cake Pop (Vegan)

Gluten Free Cutie 1066 Alpharetta St, Roswell, GA 30075 http://ift.tt/2jfluLo (770) 518-7858

Best Gluten Free Key Lime Pie:

Sweet Savannah’s in Marathon, FL

Taylor says:

This is a tough one, because I grow up eating my granny’s key lime pies, which I firmly believe to be the best key lime pies ever made.

Therefore, trying to find a gluten free pie that’s even in the same league is a bit of a ridiculous expectation to begin with, though I’m pleased to say I’ve been lucky enough to find not just one, but two, excellent gluten free lime pies.

Our #1 favorite is the home-made creation of Amanda at WatsonsWander. Sadly, predicting when and where to find Tim and Amanda, hoping that Amanda has already baked a pie and then waiting patiently until they invite you over to enjoy it with them might require a measurable wait, so you’ll probably have better luck with our second favorite, available from Sweet Savannah’s in Marathon, Florida right in the heart of the Florida Keys, where we’ve had the privilege of spending a big portion of this winter season.

Beth adds:

Amanda’s pie, much like Taylor’s granny’s, will spoil you for all other key lime pies with its awesomeness. A safer bet is to pop into Sweet Savannah’s in the Florida Keys and grab a slice or even better- a whole gluten free key lime pie. Hint; it makes a great breakfast too!

Their version of the Florida Keys classic is a traditional custard-style pie with a brown sugary and buttery graham crust. The pie is pleasantly sweet and tart and egg-y. They have a a few shelves in the top of the refrigerated case (on the left when you walk in) where they store their gluten free baked goods, including key lime pie, brownies and cupcakes. Make sure you check the labels for “GF”! The gluten free brownies are really nice too, not too fudgy, not too cakey and full of chocolate chips.

Sweet Savannah’s of the Florida Keys 8919 Overseas Hwy, Marathon, FL 33050 http://ift.tt/2igcS34 (305) 743-3131

Best Gluten Free Pizza:

The Bald Strawberry in Melbourne, FL

Dedicated Gluten Free Facility, Vegan Options

Beth says:

Look, I am from New York, the home of the best pizza crusts outside of Italy, (don’t bother arguing with me, because I will cut you) and I have to say that finding delicious gluten free pizza crust is really difficult.

If you are celiac, the cross contamination in pizza places is super hard to avoid since every surface has been covered with flour and it’s in the air. Well, get ready to step outside of the pizza box and open your mind to the Garden Girl at The Bald Strawberry.

This pizza starts with a gluten free waffle, (what?!) but that is just the beginning of things you didn’t know could be amazing as a pizza! Topped with tomato, avocado, cheese, an organic egg, and a tiny hint of maple syrup, this perfect balance of flavors and textures will change your life and blow your mind.

Trust me, this did NOT sound good to me before I tried it, but it is now in my list of favorite things I have ever eaten – even the gluten-FULL things and is in the regular rotation of foods I dream about when I am away from them. They also have gluten free and vegan cakes for sale.

Taylor adds:

It’s hard to express how delighted we were to find this tiny slice of gluten free heaven when we first got to Florida’s Space Coast. Their waffle pizzas are simply divine, and their waffle sandwiches equally affective. I dream of that Garden Girl pizza, and once you’ve tried one, you’ll understand why.

Protip: Grab some their gluten free flour mix to take with you so you can make their delicious gluten free waffles (and sandwiches and pizzas) at home!

The Bald Strawberry 1280 Sarno Rd, Melbourne, FL 32935 http://ift.tt/2jfzvIY (321) 751-2803

Best Gluten Free Chocolate Chip Cookie:

Tula Bakery Cafe in Portland, OR

Dedicated Gluten Free Facility, Vegan Options

Beth says:

First of all, the best gluten free cookies are made at home with this gluten free recipe using real vanilla bean instead of vanilla extract.

Before we found that recipe, we found Tula Bakery Cafe in Portland, OR, and they happen to make the most amazing chocolate chip cookie we have come across in our travels.

The texture is weird, I don’t know how they make it, but it’s a little bit like raw cookie dough with a crusty outside and it has big pieces of salt on top. It’s delicious and you will quickly find yourself thinking of reasons to go back to this gorgeous, delicious all gluten-free cafe for more. Maybe for their little savory hand pies…

Taylor adds:

Buy twice as many as you think you’ll want. Also, Beth’s right about that recipe — it produces *amazing* cookies that are naturally gluten free (and AIP if you’ve reintroduced eggs), and can be easily modified to be made vegan by substituting agar-agar or flax for the eggs.

Tula Gluten Free Bakery Cafe 4943 NE Martin Luther King Jr Blvd #101, Portland, OR 97211 http://tulabaking.com (503) 764-9727

Best Gluten Free Biscuits:

Benefit Your Life Bakery in Knoxville, TN

Dedicated Gluten Free Facility, Vegan Options

Beth says:

Gluten free biscuits are usually a long shot, so I tend to avoid them, but a few places do pull them off. Of those, Benefit Your Life Bakery in Knoxville, TN tops our list because they are delicious, but also because they sell their buttermilk biscuit dough frozen in their market.

This means you can stop by BYL for Saturday morning breakfast biscuits (pimento cheese and bacon, anyone?) AND you can pick up their frozen biscuit dough while you are there so you can make your own amazing hot, fluffy biscuits anytime you want. That’s what I call win/win!

Biscuits are super-versatile; add butter honey and apples for an amazing dessert, top with cheese for a filling snack, or throw chili, stew or lentils on them for dinner. You could probably use them to make a pot pie, (or some other kind of pie) but we ate all of ours before I could try it.

If you are in doubt, know that we dedicated significant RV freezer real estate to these frozen gems, with zero regrets. These biscuits aren’t vegan, sadly, but Benefit Your Life Bakery does have a wide selection of delicious vegan items and is a dedicated gluten free facility that has many dairy-free and other allergy-free options.

Taylor adds:

These biscuits were so good, I’ve literally been craving them ever since we ran out… four months ago. I’ve been searching for a good second best, but haven’t found a contender yet.

Have a recommendation for a good gluten free biscuit? Let me know in the comments below!

Benefit Your Life Gluten Free Market and Bakery 620 N Campbell Station Rd #24, Knoxville, TN 37934 http://ift.tt/2iggGkI (865) 288-3193

Best Gluten Free Donuts:

Capitol Cider in Seattle, WA

Dedicated Gluten Free Facility

Taylor says:

This is a tough one, because the best gluten free donuts we’d found were the gluten free donuts from the brunch menu at Capitol Cider. Unfortunately, they don’t seem to be on the menu anymore.

However, given that really good gluten free donuts are so hard to find (and despite plenty of mediocre attempts), we went ahead and included Capitol Cider anyway, because we hope and believe that if you let them know you liked their donuts as much as we did, they’ll bring them back.

Still, because everything at this dedicated peanut and gluten free kitchen is super delicious, it’s safe to say that any of their brunch alternatives, like the buttermilk cinnamon rolls they’re currently featuring, are bound to be tasty.

Rumor has it they also brew cider here.

Beth adds:

I loved these and really hope they come back!

Capitol Cider 818 East Pike Street, Seattle, Washington 98122 http://ift.tt/1ZhsC5s 206-397-3564

Bonus: Super Awesome Gluten Free Recipes!

Magical Multipurpose Paleo & Primal Dough Recipe

Ok, so maybe you prefer to cook gluten free at home?

While we’ve collected dozens of gluten free recipes that we believe to be pretty awesome, there are a few that are so amazing that even our gluten-eating friends love them. In particular, PrimalGirl’s Magical Multipurpose Wonder Dough is one of those recipes.

Though it is comprised of only a handful of ingredients, this incredible recipe is equally useful for making hard and soft breads, including rolls, crackers, taco shells and tortillas, pizza crusts and more.

We’ve only made rolls with the recipe so far, but they were awesome, so I’ll be whipping up a new batch very soon to make tortillas for an upcoming taco night!

Avocado Banana “Yoghurt”

I just found this recipe, but am super excited about it, as it’s a raw, vegan, dairy-free, nut-free, concoction that “tastes like a tangy, sweet banana and vanilla yoghurt.”

Add a touch of coconut milk and blend for a banana lassi! Everybody wins!

Thai Peanut Chicken and Sweet Potato Noodles

This one is a recommendation from Amanda at WatsonsWander. Full disclosure: we haven’t tried it yet, but everything Amanda’s fixed for us has been awesome, so when she suggests a recipe, we listen. We’ll update this post once we’ve had an opportunity to give this suggestion a try.

So, hopefully one of these amazing, delicious, gluten free comfort foods is near you or in the path of your travels in 2017.

You can also download our list or checkout our map.

Do you have a gluten free favorite in your neck of the woods, or do you disagree with one of our picks? We’d love for you to tell us about it in the comments! We have been known to go out of our way for kick ass gluten free deliciousness on occasion.

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