#new neon trees RIGHT NOW Y'ALL

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there's a very solid chance when i see neon trees on monday it's going to kickstart my love for the band and i'm gonna throw myself back into writing untitled

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Take Flight

Pairing: Golden Eagle ! Seokjin x Human ! Reader

Genre: hybrid au, getting together 

Rating: M

Warnings: language, kissing, making out, a bit of dry humping. 

Summary:  Seokjin had caught your fancy the moment you’d met him. He’d seemed so intimidating at first with those wide shoulders, that gorgeous face and, heaven have mercy, those towering wings. But, not long after meeting him, still too shy to properly look him in the eye, he’d eyed your burger and cracked a dad joke about it, and that’s when you’d started to fall.

Word count: 5.2K

A/N: This is part of the Hybrid Collab hosted by @jeonggukiepabo! The masterlist will be updated during the week, check out the other works y'all!

First date

You eyed the clock, seconds ticking by slower than they should. You were jittery, nervous, but there were still a few minutes left. You consciously chewed on your thumbnail.

Seokjin had caught your fancy the moment you’d met him. He’d seemed so intimidating at first with those wide shoulders, that gorgeous face and, heaven have mercy, those towering wings. But, not long after meeting him, still too shy to properly look him in the eye, he’d eyed your burger and cracked a dad joke about it, and that’s when you’d started to fall.

Seokjin had been new in town and worked with Jooheon, and then he just seamlessly snuck into your friend group. It had been fine. You’d pined after him for a bit, but didn’t say a thing. Why would this gorgeous eagle hybrid want you anyway, right?

The doorbell rang and you nearly jumped at how fast you were ripped from your thoughts. You were still fixated on the clock, he was two minutes early. You allowed yourself one glance in the mirror. Hair: perfectly styled. Make up: as good as it got. Clothing: perfect.

You opened the door, looked up, and the smile that spread on your face came so naturally that you didn’t even notice.

“Hi,” you squeaked. You couldn’t see Seokjin’s face, but his wings were tucked in tightly and he was impeccably dressed. Covering his face was a bouquet of flowers that put all the others to shame. Seokjin tilted his head to the side, finally allowing you to see the tiny, adorable, nervous little smile on his lips.

“Hi,” he said.

“Are those for me?” you gestured to the flowers, giddy, and Seokjin nodded, holding them out to you. You took them from him, unconsciously standing on your tiptoes. A smile spread on your face, shy and happy. “They’re so pretty, where’d you get them? Come in.”

You stepped inside and Seokjin followed, moving his wings back to fit through the door. It wasn’t the first time that Seokjin was in your house, and hopefully it wouldn’t be the last. There was a tension in the room though. This time felt different. It was different. You headed for the kitchen and started opening cabinets, searching for a vase.

“There’s this little flower shop near the cemetery that sells nice flowers,” Seokjin said and closed the front door behind him. You looked back at him as you put the found vase on the counter, “The owner, grows it all herself. This tiny harmless looking lioness hybrid. I thought she was a bobcat at first, to be honest.”

“That’s amazing. I didn’t know all these flowers grew at the same time.”

“They probably don’t, I suspect she’s into some sort of dark magic, I swear you’d think the same if you saw her garden. I asked her and she just denied it,” Seokjin’s smile turned sly, “she was probably lion.”

You snorted despite yourself, and just like that, the tension was broken. Seokjin wore a pleased smile, wings fluttering slightly, when you giggled.

You constantly had to draw your attention away from those wings. You couldn’t help but stare at them sometimes. They were so big, looked so heavy, but that was probably why Seokjin had such big shoulders. They were a beautiful shade of brown, feathers of all size. And when they moved, god, they dripped with power.

You kept wondering if Seokjin could fly. There were plenty of winged hybrids who couldn’t fly, but looking at how strong those wings were, you couldn’t help but wonder. Still, though, you never allowed yourself to stare for too long. Sometimes hybrids thought it to be impolite, which was understandable.

You busied yourself with the flowers, turning it this way and that, looking for a place to put it where it would keep longer. Somewhere cool, you suspected.

“Don’t tell her I said that,” Seokjin went on, “it might hurt her pride.” You giggled again, despite yourself.

“Stop, let’s go before I throw myself out of the window.” You grabbed his arm and pulled him to the door with you. He laughed but stopped before you could pull him too far.

Seokjin pulled you closer by the hand you gabbed him with, gently caressed your arm. He looked you up and down and warmth crept up to your cheeks, butterflies raved in your stomach. The fondness in Seokjin’s eyes as he took in your appearance made you want to disappear, but you also never wanted him to stop looking at you ever again.

“You look gorgeous,” Seokjin said, voice just as velvety as the moment felt, eyes just as soft. His wings were tucked tight behind him, but they flared just a bit before he spoke next. “Seeing you makes me so happy.”

You melted, and he noticed because his smile turned just a bit cuter. Seokjin never spoke like this, was never this open about his feelings toward you before, despite being friends. You were used to him becoming shy when the topic turned to you, and his ears were red now too, but you loved how he could just say it now.

You expected him to kiss you then, but to your disappointment, Seokjin pulled away.

“Come on, we have a date to get to,” he said, seeming just as giddy as you felt. You needed a second though, because almost being kissed by Kim Seokjin was a big deal in your book.

“Yeah,” you giggled, “A date.”

Your one condition (if you could even call it that) for going on a date with Seokjin was that you do nothing fancy. Seokjin was rather well off as a news anchor, but you didn’t want him to go over the top for you.

Instead, you slowly walked to a little coffee shop near your place. It was a place that neither of you knew well, but you’d wanted to try it for a while now.

You didn’t talk too much on the way, mainly commented to random things like a cute dog or a nice flower. Words flowed normally, though. You weren’t quite as nervous anymore, not as much as you were before Seokjin came over. He made you feel so comfy.

The coffee shop had such a story book aesthetic that you almost laughed at the neon sign. Seokjin smiled too and let you go inside first, putting his hand on the small of your back. You barely held back a shiver, didn’t notice the little bell at the door.

The girl at the counter greeted you with a warm smile as she took your orders. ‘Yura,’ her name tag said. She looked like a Yura. The girl seemed to have the same problem you did when it came to Seokjin’s wings, she wanted to look, but kept having to catch herself.

“If you order two muffins, with that, you get one free,” Yura said kindly and gestured to the specials board. Seokjin nodded.

“Sure,” he said and turned to you, “If you don’t want one I’ll just take both.”

You giggled but shook your head. “No way am I giving you my muffin, I’ll have blueberry.”

After gathering your order, getting to your seats proved a bit… difficult. Seokjin wasn’t a small man, and he had big wings, and the shop itself was rather small and tightly packed. It wasn’t exactly ideal for all hybrids, especially a nervous Seokjin.

You aimed for a window seat and put your stuff down. When you looked up, you found Seokjin stuck at a table, a few feathers fluttering down, a rather irritated patron next to him and a pastry laying on the floor.

“I’m so sorry, sir, let me replace that,” Seokjin quickly apologised, already bending down to pick up his lost feathers and the fallen pastry. He nearly cleared another table in doing so.

“Here, I’ll go,” you said and headed to the counter again. Seokjin just smiled, ears red.

By the time you finally did sit down, this time outside after Seokjin threw a plant over, he just rested his head on the table and groaned.

“I’m sorry.”

“Why?” you asked, couldn’t keep the fond smile off of your face nor out of your voice.

“That… catastrophe.” He sat upright again, a little pattern on his forehead from the wooden table. You didn’t mention it. “I’m usually better coordinated, I swear.”

“Is your wing alright?” you asked gently.

“Yeah,” Seokjin said and spread left wing a little, now having space to do so. On the inside was a red spot, feathers stained dark with blood. The wound wasn’t big, but Seokjin winced slightly. “Just lost some feathers, I’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure? That doesn’t look too good…” you worried, selfishly took the opportunity to get a good look at his wing. The feathers were arranged so beautifully. The colour was so pretty, a deep, warm brown. You were sure he could fly. Still, though, you were worried.

“Yeah, it’s not the first time, it’ll heal faster the less I tamper.” Seokjin sat straighter, relaxed his wings. He smiled at you, sipped his drink. You did the same, suddenly unsure of what to say. You were on a date. What do you talk about on a date? You already knew a fair deal about him, you’d talked to him plenty of times. The getting to know each other part was over, wasn’t it? Do you kiss, perhaps? Was that the difference?

“What are you thinking?” Seokjin asked, pulling you back to the present. You realised you’d zoned out with your eyes fixed on his lips. Not exactly an innocent place to stare, but god, those were some pretty lips…

“Uh,” you averted your gaze, looked at a tree, gathered your thoughts, and then finally looked back at Seokjin, this time with a slightly embarrassed smile. “I’m thinking that I suddenly don’t know what to say now that this is a date.”

He smiled too, seeming giddy again at the fact that this really was a date. “I think we just talk normally,” he said softly, “the only difference is that I’m allowed to call you beautiful, and you can tell me I’m handsome, and I can hold your hand if you want, and that we don’t really have to hold back, and that’s okay.”

You giggled, eyed him slyly. “Who says I think you’re handsome in the first place?”

“Because it’s a universal truth,” Seokjin said and you could tell that the confidence was only somewhat real because his ears were so red and his wings were a lot less relaxed. You giggled, he was so endearing. “Besides, am I wrong?”

Seokjin looked at you expectantly, leaned his head on his hand. You surveyed him, pretended to assess him but really you were just taking the opportunity to look your fill. He had such nice eyes, such good cheekbones, such a sharp jawline, such gorgeous fucking Bratz doll lips.

You wanted to kiss him. The thought came so suddenly and with such a dizzying force that you damn near toppled over. You swallowed, sat up straight, nodded.

“Yeah,” you smirked, “I guess I could see it.”

“Knew it,” Seokjin shook his head, “I’m the world wide handsome after all.”

You laughed, sipped your drink and all thoughts of this being some important date flew out of your head. It was just Seokjin. The beautiful local news anchor who somehow made teenager suddenly very interested in the goings on of the world, but still just the dork who you’ve pined after and flirted with these past few weeks.

“You are,” you said lightly, but still didn’t miss the way Seokjin’s wings fluttered happily at the comment

To call it a good date would be a crime. This was definitely in the top ten of the best dates in the history of dating.

You stared at your ceiling, still dressed up, face still full of makeup and hair still looking good. The date was perfect. Seokjin was – is – perfect. After the coffee shop, he’d stared at you and told you that he didn’t want it to end, so you went for a walk in the park. And then he bought you ice cream and then you’d sat at a park bench until the sun had set.

It was romantic, Seokjin was funny and you felt so comfortable. You felt so good. The only thing, the only reason why this date landed in the top ten instead of first was because of one simple little thing.

Seokjin didn’t kiss you.

It bothered you, only a little. Because he seemed like he’d wanted to. At your place, in the café, on that bench when the sun set. It seemed like he’d wanted to kiss you, but he didn’t, and you couldn’t figure out why.

Still though, you were so happy, Seokjin made you so happy.

You giggled to yourself, bit your lip, allowed yourself to squeal. And then got up to wash your face. You did not need your skin breaking out right now.

First kiss

“Your dad jokes are awful,” you said, but you couldn’t keep the giggle out of your voice. Seokjin walked next to you, goofy smile on his face.

“My dad jokes are best thing that’s ever happened to the world.”

“No, they’re not,” you deadpanned. Seokjin took one surprised look at you, wings flaring, and then burst out laughing. The window-cleaning sound made you start laughing too. Soon, you were just two idiots laughing on a sidewalk past ten at night.

“Come on, let’s get you home,” Seokjin eventually said and laid his hand on the small of your back. The action was really something that you just could not get used to. It made you want to melt, it made you want to never leave his side.

It didn’t take long until you got to your front door. Seokjin stopped and you faced him. It scared you sometimes, how absolutely beautiful he was. It made you wonder if you should even be on a third date with someone as far out of your league as Seokjin was.

But the way he was looking at you now, it captivated you even more. Seokjin looked at you like you meant something to him. And he looked happy, his eyes looked tender. And he was looking at you.

“Seokjin,” you said softly.

“Hmm,” he hummed back, eyes smiling.

“Kiss me.”

Seokjin smiled brightly, his wings flared completely before he leaned in and kissed you. And god was it worth the wait.

Seokjin’s lips were pillowy soft, so soft that it literally made you gasp. You kissed back, leaned closer. Seokjin’s hand found your lower back and he pressed you against him, other hand at the back of your head and it felt so good, his hands were so big, his lips were so soft.

You buried your hand in his hair and Seokjin let out a tiny gasp. You got a hint of wet, and you immediately wanted more. With a small pull on Seokjin’s hair, you softly licked across his lips. You felt him smile against your mouth, you only noticed then that you were smiling too.

Then he deepened the kiss and your breath just whooshed out of your lungs. You gasped, Seokjin leaned even closer, moved his thumb to your cheek and kissed you so properly that you forgot every other kiss you’d ever gotten.

When he pulled away what could have been minutes or hours later, you blearily looked up at him, and he stared right back with wide, bright yellow eyes. It surprised you, it left you in awe just as much as the kiss did. Seokjin’s eagle eyes.

“Wow,” he whispered, which made you snap out of your haze and giggle. It was then that you’d realised that Seokjin’s wings had wrapped around you like a little cocoon. You stared in awe, but Seokjin slowly moved them back to their normal position.

“Sorry.” His ears were red and you smiled warmly.

“No, it’s cute.” Seokjin’s entire face flared red and you had to giggle. “Do you want to come in?”

Seokjin seemed surprised at the offer. You’d really just meant for a coffee or a glass of wine, and you only realised afterward that it sounded rather… well, not like coffee. Your face flared up at the thought, but you honestly would not have anything against that, either.  

Seokjin shook his head, however. “Thank you, darling, but no, I really need to get home.” His voice was soft and there was a smile on his face.

Darling!

You tried to not look disappointed. Before you let him go, however, you gave him one last quick kiss. This time it made you more giddy than anything else. Seokjin seemed to share the sentiment.

When he left, you could have sworn there was a bit more of a skip in his step.

First touch

“You should let me cook for you again some time,” Seokjin said as you handed him a glass of wine. You smiled at the idea. He was an amazing cook, though a busy one. He did the evening news which didn’t leave much time for dinners. You usually did coffees.

“I’d love that, actually,” you said and plopped down next to him. It had only been after you’d invited him inside the first time that you’d realised you didn’t have a wing-friendly couch. Or… well your apartment wasn’t exactly furnished to accompany someone with enormous, beautiful eagle wings.

There was an order on its way though.

His wings looked awkward on the couch, somehow sprawled out but pulled in. He insisted that it was okay though, and that the couch was the best place to sit.

“So would I.” Seokjin smiled warmly and you reached out and took his hand. It still surprised you that you were allowed to show affection like this. You really had pined hopelessly at first.

You leaned in to kiss him, and then he jerked away. You didn’t realise why until you looked down and felt the wetness on your own leg; you’d spilt wine all over both of you.

“Oh, fuck I’m sorry!” you quickly put your glass on the table and ran to get a cloth. Seokjin was standing in seconds, too, checking your couch. You were more worried about him. His clothes were stained, and his wing too. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I’ll try to get the stains out, I swear. Or like, replace your clothes or something,” you called from the kitchen.

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing to whine about, darling,” Seokjin called back and you giggled so hard you barely saw anything on your way back to the living room. The term of endearment also never ceased to make you feel giggly.

“Here,” you said and started to wipe away what you could on his thigh and his stomach. Seokjin silently let you, though his ears were red. When it came to the next stain, the one on his awkwardly angled wing, you hesitated and looked up for the okay.

You had avoided the topic of Seokjin’s wings for a while now, not knowing if it was impolite to ask, to touch. So you’d just said nothing and waited for him to bring it up.

“I’ll get it, don’t worry,” Seokjin said and held his hand out for the cloth. You hesitated again, looked down. You wanted to, though. You handed him the cloth anyway, and Seokjin softly tried to rub out the stain.

“Will it… does it stain?” you asked.

“Nah,” he said, “I can wash it out with soap.”

“I’m sorry,” you said again. Seokjin shook his head.

“Seriously, don’t worry. They’re durable.”

“They look strong,” you said, a bit dreamily, a bit daring. Seokjin stopped and put the cloth down, now probably forever stained with wine. He sat back, you had a feeling he was spreading his wings out more than before, and looked at you. You couldn’t guess what was going on in his head, but it was definitely something.

“They are,” he simply said. You nodded. You wanted to ask more but you were too nervous, too scared of offending him. You weren’t sure about the protocol. Seokjin gently hooked his finger under your chin and lifted your gaze back to his. Those pretty, kind eyes. “You can ask me, Y/n. Ask me anything.”

You swallowed. How did you get so lucky?

“Can you fly?” you asked, you’d been wondering about it ever since you’d met him. Seokjin laughed like he’d expected the question.

“Yes,” he said. Your eyes went wide. That was so cool!

“Wow, really?” Seokjin nodded.

“How?”

“I don’t know, I just wing it.” The way he delivered the joke with a straight face made you chuckle again. You somehow couldn’t get enough of these jokes, no matter how lame they were.

“You should show me sometime. If you – if you want to. I don’t know, whatever.” You shook your head to clear it and ignored Seokjin’s amused expression. “Do you shed feathers like I shed hair?”

Seokjin laughed loudly at the question but answered nonetheless. “Yes.”

You giggled too, and allowed yourself to look at Seokjin’s beautiful, brown wings. They really looked powerful enough to fly. You wondered if he could carry someone, but decided not to ask that just yet. You wanted to touch them. You really wanted to touch them…

“Can I…” you stopped and bit your lip. Seokjin raised an eyebrow expectantly, but still friendly and open. You dared. “Can I touch?’

Seokjin smiled but rubbed the back of his neck nervously and you immediately regretted asking. You didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. Just as you were about to apologize, Seokjin spoke, “You can touch them,” he said, a bit bashful, a bit shy, “but they’re sensitive.”

“You don’t have to let me, you know?”

“That’s… that’s not it. I want you to, I wouldn’t mind, like, at all, but.” Seokjin stopped, averted his gaze, swallowed. “They’re very, very sensitive, depending on where or how you touch. It’s like when I touch the inside of your thighs,” Seokjin’s eyes drifted to your legs and he looked like – he looked like he wanted to. Just the thought of it made you want to melt. Or jump him. Oh god. “Or – or when I kiss behind your ear. Or run my fingers down your spine.” You swallowed and Seokjin’s gaze, the way he just looked at the places he was talking about like he wanted to. He looked away, ears slightly red. “Yeah, it’s hard to explain. Touching my wings would be like kissing my neck or touching my thighs. I don’t mind, but it’s up to you if you want to.”

Boy, did you want to. You swallowed. You really, really wanted to, but touching his wings would inevitably lead to other things, and he just made clear that he was okay with that. You were okay with that too. You were definitely so okay with that.

But saying it, outright saying it, made you just a tad bit nervous. You looked down and said again, “Can I touch your wings, then?”

The fact that Seokjin, confident, worldwide handsome Seokjin, let out a shaky breath because of a single sentence erased any doubts you had. “Yeah,” Seokjin said and then added, rather unexpectedly, “please.”

You let out a shaky breath yourself and moved closer. Seokjin’s eyes seemed to slightly change back to that yellow colour, but you weren’t sure. You focused back on his wings, though.

Gently, softly, you reached out and lay your hand on the outside of Seokjin’s wing, stroking softly. The muscle shifted under your hand and Seokjin shivered. It was soft, though. His feathers felt soft and unlike something you’d felt before.

“Wow,” you said, “they’re so soft.”

“Yeah,” Seokjin just breathed out. You looked back at him and his jaw seemed a bit tense.

“What…” you swallowed, but dared, “what happens when I touch here?” You stroked your fingers over the inside of Seokjin’s wing this time and he gasped.

“That’s where it gets very sensitive,” he said, voice tight.

“And when I move in?” you moved your hand closer and closer to his back, where the feathers got softer and Seokjin shivered.

“Then I’m gonna get hard.” Seokjin said it fast like he needed to get the words out, like he was nervous but wanted to be honest.

“And here?” you were nervous too, but the want to play a bit, to touch Seokjin and to rile him up was stronger than nerves. You traced your finger over the spot where Seokjin’s wings met his back and he honest to god moaned.

It made something hot stir in your stomach, something primal and beyond logic. Seokjin moaned, and you wanted him to do it again. You kept your touches light and watched, trying to see what made him feel the best.

Seokjin’s back was arched, it looked like guilty pleasure was painted over his features. His wings were spread wide now, flared out in your living room completely and it was only then that you could truly appreciate how big they were.

“They’re beautiful. You’re beautiful,” you said and Seokjin opened his eyes, a bit hooded, completely yellow.

“Y/n,” he said, voice breathy, “What do you want with me?”

The way he said it, the way he offered himself to you on a silver platter. God, you fell. You just fell.

“Kiss me?” you suggested, and Seokjin did just that. He pulled you onto his lap and kissed you so thoroughly that all breath left your body. Any rhyme or reason to your brain just flowed right out. Seokjin kissed like he meant it. Seokjin kissed like he loved you.

You pushed that thought right out of your head. It was too early. Instead, you focused on Seokjin’s pillow soft lips, and god, he slipped his tongue in your mouth. You mewled softly and he drank it up. It seemed to spur Seokjin on, he pulled you closer, kissed you deeper. You were dizzy, head fuzzy, body hot.

You trailed a finger down the inside of Seokjin’s wing again, the other one this time, and he groaned into your mouth before pulling away. He looked at you for a moment before closing his eyes, just enjoying.

“Feels good,” he breathed out, kissed you again.

“Yeah?” you asked, touching both wings now. Seokjin bucked up reflectively and for the first time you felt something hard against your leg. You gently trailed your lips down his neck.

“Yeah. Love when you touch me.”

“Can I touch you there?” you asked carefully, looking down at Seokjin’s lap. He was undoubtedly very hard in his pants right now, you were surprised at how fast this turned him on. Seokjin made a little noise in the back of his throat but nodded anyway.

“Please.”

You lay your hand on his hard on, just put the tiniest amount of pressure there to get a reaction. Seokjin moaned, satisfied but needing more.

Your panties were slowly being ruined.

You palmed him a bit through his boxers and Seokjin wasn’t afraid of being vocal. “Come here,” he after only a few moments. He grabbed your wrists and pulled you closer to kiss you again, this time with heat instead of tenderness. Messy instead of careful.

After a few more drawn out kisses you were so out of breath that you gasped for air. Seokjin moved away to let you breathe but it didn’t help. He trailed his beautiful lips from your jaw to your shoulder and then worked the spot under your ear until it almost stung. You were gasping, those sinful, goddamn lips.

You shifted on his lap, squirming due to the intensity. Seokjin let out tiny sounds into your neck and you thought it came from the pleasure of devouring your neck until you shifted just right. You’d been squirming on his dick, and it was now perfectly positioned to put pressure on your clit.

“Seokjin,” you moaned and he shivered.

“You sound pretty,” he said, rocked you a little onto his cock. “This still good? You still good, darling?”

Darling, fuck. You shivered. He’d called you that a few times now, but never like that.

“Yeah, yes, Seokjin – Jin,” you just let the words flow, knew that it didn’t matter if you were vocal and talkative, Seokjin thought you sounded pretty.

“Jin?” Seokjin mused, “I like that.”

You rocked your hips onto his, let yourself get lost in the movement, in the noises Seokjin was making. His wings were completely flared out now, back arched to give them a bit of space to move.

You trailed your finger over the place where feather met skin once more, and Seokjin jerked.

“Jin,” you asked, sending a shiver through him, making his feathers ruffle, “take me to the bedroom?”

“Yeah?” he checked.

“Yeah. Please.”

Seokjin kissed you deeply, less frantic, slower. It was comforting, safe and it made a warmth bloom in your chest that burned all the way to your tippy toes.

“Of course, darling.”

“You know,” Seokjin whispered, running his fingers up and down your naked shoulder, “I’ve wanted to do that for a while.”

You giggled and shifted closer, enjoying the feel of his feathers against your skin. Wings, you were learning, were practical in a bed. He’d slung his over the lower half of your body and the warmth it brought was amazing.

“Me too.”

“I’m glad we did it now, though. Now was perfect.”

“Definitely.” You pecked him on the lips, too tired for a real kiss. Your body was sore, your mind was hazy and happy and you were so very warm. It wouldn’t take long for you to pass out.

“I’m going to take you flying one day,” Seokjin whispered after a while. You were somewhere on the edges between conscious and unconscious, and you just hummed in response, not really taking anything in. “One day, when you say yes to me, I’m going to fly with you.”

“Can’t wait,” you mumbled back. And then you were gone.

First flight

Seokjin’s arms around you were tight and secure, and you’ve never felt safer in your life, despite being way high in the sky, despite the thin air and the cold wind.

“You good, darling?” he asked in your ear, beat his powerful wings once before settling into a glide. You swallowed heavily. Yes, you were good. You were great, you were happy, you were peaceful and safe and happy with watching the sunrise like this.

“I love you,” you said lowly.

“What?” Seokjin spoke loudly over the wind.  

“I love you, Kim Seokjin!” you laughed loudly this time, you almost thought the tiny people way down on the ground could hear you. You knew they couldn’t, though, and you liked it that way.

Seokjin’s arms tightened around you and it almost hurt, but it didn’t. It just felt so good. You were soaring so high in the sky, and Seokjin buried his head in your neck and said.

“I love you, too.”

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Everybody Talks

Requested by: @stxrryxnite

Image credit: RarePlayingCards on Pinterest 

Words: 1,260

Aged up: Everyone is 16 years old

Song: Everybody Talks - Neon Trees

Pairing: Harrison x Fem! Reader 

!TWS!: None :)

(A/n: OMFG I LOVE Y'ALL SM THIS BOOK HASN'T BEEN OUT FOR 2 DAYS AND I ALREADY HAVE MY FIRST REQUEST???)

(A/n pt.2: My headcanon for Nerris is that they're a demigirl and they go by she/they, I also have a headcanon that Preston is gay, these will be used in this oneshot.)

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"Hey baby won't you look my way, I can be your new addiction. Hey baby what you gotta say? All you're giving me is fiction."

      Harrison paces around his room, his thoughts going a mile a minute through his brain. "Harrison! Would you like to help with my new- what's up with you?" Preston asks after welcoming himself into Harrison's room. "I'm just...thinking, that's all." Harrison responds, still pacing. Preston pinches the bridge of his nose and looks at Harrison "I know what's you're thinking about, and you should tell her how you feel." Preston sighs out, taking a seat on Harrison's bed. "That's easier said than done! I can't even talk to Y/n, let alone be alone with her for more than five minutes!" Harrison exclaims.

      "Besides, how do you know what it's like talking to women Preston, you're gay!" "Well...you bring up a good point." Preston sighs as he strokes his chin for ideas. "I know! We could ask Nerris for help! They're a girl...somewhat." Preston says, Harrison stops pacing. "Actually wait, that could work." Harrison says, picking up his phone off of his nightstand. He quickly texts Nerris to come to the local café as soon as possible. Preston and Harrison get ready and head to the café. 

        "So, let me get this straight," Nerris starts, rubbing their temples. "You want me to help you talk to Y/n because I'm partially female?" Nerris finishes, Harrison nods. She sighs and glances at Preston and Harrison, "You know what? Okay, I'll help." Nerris says and shakes Harrison's hand, Harrison's face lights up. "Oh my god thank you!" Harrison says, excitedly shaking Nerris' hand. "It's no problem. Anyways, what is your plan of action?" "Eh-what?" Harrison asks, Nerris facepalms. "I mean, where do you want to meet Y/n?"

        "Oh, uh, I haven't really thought about that yet..." Harrison says, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "How about the park? That's pretty romantic I guess." Harrison says, Preston nods. "You could serenade her! Women like being serenaded, right?" Preston says, Nerris steps in. "Yeah, but being serenaded in a public park is embarrassing, it makes a scene. If you want to serenade her, do it at home." Nerris explains, Preston nods and Harrison types away on his phone. Writing Nerris' advice on his notes app. 

     "Maybe get her a present, it's a material gift, but it still has value. Maybe, to balance it out, make her something handmade as well? Like a potion of love!" Nerris suggests. Harrison types it down in his notes app. "Now what?" Harrison asks, looking up from his phone. "Now, you gotta think about what you wanna say to Y/n to confess." Harrison nods and thinks for a minute, before typing away in his notes app again.

    After a couple minutes of typing, he stops and looks up. "Okay, I think I'm ready." Harrison says, Nerris and Preston smile at him. "Okay, we're going to come with you, but stay away from you and Y/n. We'll be there for moral support and help." Preston says and Nerris nods. "Okay, I think I'm ready." Harrison says, pulling up your contact on his phone.

      You sigh a sigh of boredom as you mindlessly scroll through social media. I guess it beats doing nothing, right? You guess so, until you get a text from Harrison. 

Harri <3

Hey! Do you wanna meet at the park?

Y/n

Sure! I'll be on my way in a few!

    A soft smile makes its way onto your lips, you grab your shoes and leave your house. Harrison reads your text aloud to Preston and Nerris and they immediately make they're way over to the local park. 

     You manage to beat Harrison, Preston, and Nerris to the park. You sit on a bench close to the small river on the side of the park. Nerris and Preston hide behind a big tree in the park while Harrison makes his way over to you. As you're scrolling though social media, Harrison sits next to you on the bench. "Oh hey Harrison!" You say, welcoming him onto the bench. He looks kind of anxious and flushed. "Harrison are you alright? You look flushed." You say, pressing a hand to his forehead. He doesn't feel hot at all. "Uh- yeah I'm fine." He insists, rubbing the back of his neck and chuckling. "Okay." You say, kind of put off. You know something is up with Harrison.

      "Oh, I have something to give you!" Harrison says, taking off his top hat and reaching into it. "A beautiful bouquet of flow-" he cuts himself off as he pulls a pair of red dice out of his hat. He chuckles nervously as he puts the dive back and reaches in again. Harrison clears his throat "a beautiful bouquet-" he cuts himself off again as he pulls a small bag of rice out of his hat. He puts the rice back in the hat. He keeps pulling things out until he pulls out a plushie of a rabbit. Nerris and Preston look at each other worriedly from behind the tree.

       "Close enough, here you go!" He says as he anxiously hands you the rabbit plushie. You chuckle and thank him for the cute plushie. "So, did you want me to come to the park to hangout?" You ask, Harrison freezes foe a bit before replying. "Well yes but actually no, I have something important to tell you." You instantly perk up at that, you're heart starts to thump hastily in your chest. "What is it?" You ask, anxious for his answer. Harrison takes a deep breath then speaks.

      "I actually brought you to the park to tell you that I really like you. You make me feel great, you make me want to practice my magic even though I can't control it that well. You're my biggest inspiration and I was wondering if maybe you'd like to be my girlfriend?" Harrison professes, putting his hand on yours. "Oh my god...yes, yes Harrison I'd love to be your girlfriend!" You exclaim, kissing Harrison on the lips. Harrison's face goes red, but he slowly melts into the kiss. Nerris and Preston high five behind the tree.

      "So...what now?" Harrison says after you both pull away from the kiss. "We go on a date, are you available Friday at two?" You say, leaning your head on his shoulder. "Yeah, yeah I am." Harrison says, slinging in arm over your shoulder. "Good." You say, pressing another kiss to his forehead. Harrison's phone vibrates, it's Preston.

Preston 🎭

Me and Nerris are heading out, have a good one lovebirds ;)

Harrison

Alright, and thanks for all of your and Nerris' help, I owe you big time :)

      After texting Preston back, Harrison puts his phone in his pocket and sighs. He sits with you and enjoys your presence until the park closes. You two bid each other a good night, before heading your separate ways until Friday. 

[anim3tingz]

'Match-Up' for weird-questions-from-an-infp-t

Hey, love! It’s almost 12am and I finally finished. I was going back and forth with girls for you. I couldn’t choose. Lol. I ended up deciding on girls who were a little more outgoing. For some reason I just feel like they share a lot of similar interests with you, but, also, being outgoing would bring a little more spice to the relationship. Funny enough they both ended up being redheads. Lol.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy it.❤️

Assassination Classroom

Hinano Kurahashi *I ship y’all so hard.*

Relationship Song: Paper Rings - Taylor Swift

You guys went from ‘Childhood Best Friends’ to ‘BF/GF’.

You might be wondering how that happened and well...it just sort of did. You both ended up developing a crush on one another over time. You were nervous to tell her. You constantly were second-guessing if you ever stood a chance with her, but all that went away when one day she just leaned in and kissed you.

Hinano is like the Sun to you. The world can be a dark place, but Hinano, ever since Kindergarten, has always been the shining star in your life.

She’s a little more on the outgoing side, which is actually one of the reasons y'all became friends in the first place. She just walked right up and struck up a conversation with you. It totally threw you off at first, but you soon found out she was very easy to talk to, and well...the rest is history.

I could just see the two of you talking for hours on end about anything and everything. You have questions, she’s got answers (sometimes theories). It’s one of your favorite things to do together. Heck, it’s how y'all became friends in the first place.

Because of the ease of communication between the two of you, arguments rarely, if ever, happen. You guys are just so open with one another.

Now it isn’t uncommon for you to end up suppressing your emotions when you get stressed out. However, since being friends with you for years, Hinano is able to easily catch on to when you start to close up and is able to bring you back from spiraling into the darkness of your mind.

She tries to be that little bit of sunshine in your life. She knows that you do so much to be there to cheer up others that you tend to neglect yourself. She loves you and wants you to see how much you mean to her at any chance she can get.

You just want to chill out at home and watch TV? She’s down. Hinano loves to just chill out on the couch cuddled up against you. It doesn’t matter what’s on TV, either. She just loves being with you.

NGL. I think she’d be really into watching superhero shows/movies. I mean she’s trying to assassinate her teacher, after all. It might help give her some good pointers and ideas.

I can definitely see y'all bonding of superhero shows/movies. I mean Comic-con dates anyone? I could totally see her cosplaying, too. I mean, tbh, she’s really great at it. She’s a very artsy individual so I can see her spending months just working on putting together the perfect look.

Dates between you two mainly consist of just hanging out at home together, but you two also like to go out every now and then. Movies, amusement parks, etc.

Speaking of amusement parks, I could see you two winning plushies for each other. It’d just be the cutest sightseeing the two of you walking around with a multitude of plushies in your arms.

PDA:

I see you guys holding hands wherever you guys go. If you guys can’t hug each other you’re holding hands. I see Hinano being the one to always grab your hand and drag you somewhere. She loves dragging you along with her on adventures.

Hugs are just as playful. Whether it’s her jumping on your back in a surprise hug, running into your arms, or you hugging her from behind. Also, wrapping her up in your jacket is totally a thing. You guys just radiate such a cute, playful vibe when you guys are together.

Playful, sweet kisses (Eskimo, cheek, nose, etc.) You blush so easily so she loves to just randomly kiss you and watch your face turn red. Kiss her randomly and she’ll just smile brightly. She’s just so in love with you.

*I love them so much. It still breaks my heart, that their real-life romance was cut so short. Finchel.*

To be honest, Hinano is more likely to be the jealous one in the relationship. You’re very kind and sweet which tends to attract a lot of people your way, girls, in particular. You might not be very aware of this fact, but she does. You’ll know she’s particularly jealous when she starts to pout and become a little more clingy with you; mainly by hugging you. If you do happen to pick up on this, just hug her and give her your undivided attention. She knows you would never do anything, she just gets a little self-conscious, every now and then.

My Hero Academia

Itsuka Kendo (Battle Fist)

Relationship Song: Everybody Talks - Neon Trees

Much like with Hinano, I believe you guys would’ve been friends first before ever dating, which is how all the best relationships start. Let’s be honest.

Kendo is a little more spirited and isn’t afraid to put someone in their place if they’re being rude. Much like you, she just doesn’t like dealing with people’s BS. Let alone, letting someone else have to deal with BS when they don’t deserve it. (Monoma has some issues he’s working through. God bless him.)

You’re both very kind-hearted and are always there to help others. It’s almost as if it’s second nature for you guys.

I feel that because she had a bit more of a dominant personality that she’d help bring you out of your shell to new things. Not that you wouldn't anyways. I just think you’d feel more comfortable doing things with her. You guys just have this really solid bond.

She loves listening to your thoughts and ideas on subjects. Plus, she just loves talking to you. Her favorite moments are when a random question will just pop in your mind and you blurt it out to her, particularly if the question requires some forethought.

Date nights usually revolve around you guys playing video games together. I see friendly competitions, like Battleblock Theater, Mario Kart, etc. A particular favorite is Guitar Hero. It’s got great music and it’s a blast to play.

Speaking of music...You guys actually have pretty similar tastes. She LOVES ‘Queen’. Her favorite song, ‘Killer Queen’.

PDA:

While hand holding is still a thing with y'all, it’s not as much to the extent that it is with Hanano. Hugs, however, are. She loves to lean into your touch when y'all hug. Her most favorite position is sitting in your lap, leaning her back against your chest with your arms wrapped around her. She feels comfortable and at home in your arms. You’re her personal teddy bear.

In public, her kisses are sweet and playful. However, when it’s just the two of you alone she’s not afraid to grab your hoodie and pull you into her kiss. Now, if you're feeling adventurous, pull her into a kiss. She’ll become a blushing ball of putty in your hands. She’s a tough girl, but she’s also got a secret soft side that only you get to see.

Overall, you guys have a very laid-back, chill relationship. No jealousy. No insecurities. You guys just kind of vibe out together. You like similar things but also have your own personal interests. You guys have a deep bond, which comes from being friends, and a relationship full of love and support for the other. What more could you want.

[keelywolfe]

FIC: Welcome To Backwater ch.2 (spicyhoney)

Summary: Stretch isn’t running away, not really.

He took the bus.

Only to end up in a little town in the middle of nowhere, meeting unusual people, dealing with unexpected happenings, what the hell is going on in this place?

Content:  Spicyhoney, Midwest Gothic

Note:  Just as a heads up, I'd give this story a warning for mild horror and mild gore. None of our boys, but better to let y'all know!

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Read Chapter Two ‘Meet and Greet’ on AO3

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Read it here!

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For the next week Stretch spent most of his time trying to figure out the method in the madness to Red’s store management. His first day of ‘training’ pretty much consisted of Red showing up long enough to demo the cash register and then shuffling off to the apartment at the back where he lived. Not that pushing a couple of numbered buttons was that complicated, but that wasn’t the only issue cropping up around here along with the local corn.

First of all, nothing in the shop was priced. All the items were recorded in a ragged notebook with coffee ring stains on the cover, where Stretch got to figure out if an item fell under the category of ‘toilet paper’, ‘paper, toilet’, ‘ass wipers’, or ‘shitty ass wipers’, all written in Red’s sloppy handwriting. The sheer number of items that fell under ‘ass’ and ‘shitty’ were staggering.

Turned out, the little store actually did a fair amount of business. Plenty of Humans stopped in to pick up one or two things rather than drive to the nearest Wally World which according to Granny Collemore, who Stretch was guessing was the unofficial town gossip, was better than a thirty-minute drive away.

“Don’t need to be driving an hour for a little bum tissue,” she bellowed happily, “shopping day is Sunday, we’ll stock up then!”

Stretch nodded as he rang her up, wincing away from her volume. He’d figured out pretty quickly that the old woman was stone deaf, but she didn’t seem to care if all she got was a smile and plenty of nods, so that was fine.

She handed over a wad of cash pulled from a little embroidered change purse that let out a puff of lavender so strong when she opened it that it overshadowed the store’s normal musty smell, hollering the whole time. By the time she left, Stretch knew enough about the local weather patterns to make a rain prediction and that the way someone named Pritchard was hamming on a pretty young’un Eloise meant they’d best they be married soon ‘fore it turned into a shotgun wedding. He nodded along with every proclamation, hurrying around the counter to open the door for her and ended up spending five minutes waiting for her to shuffle her way out, her bunny slippers leading the way.

But as she was leaving, she reached up and gave him a gentle pat on the cheekbone, her wrinkled hand barely able to reach. “You’re a nice boy,” she told him, too loud and with a pink, gummy smile.

Stretch was too startled to flinch away and only managed to mumble a thank you as she headed off into the growing heat of the morning, a hunched figure in a flowery dress and pink slippers, her bag of emergency tp bumping against her hip as she trundled along.

That was another thing. He’d thought that the Humans around here would be distrustful, even malicious, but that wasn’t proving to be the case. Aside from a little surprise when they first saw him, all the customers so far were small-town kindly. Kids came into the shop to raid the nickel-candy rack, their bikes left in piles outside as excited groups came roaring in. Mothers came in with babies wearing only their diapers, fanning themselves and laughing out their, ‘my, isn’t it a hot one today?’ as they bought a half-gallon of milk and some fresh apples to put in the bottom of their strollers.

No one in town seemed to care that he was a Monster past asking his name and maybe it was just ‘cause of Red being a skeleton, too. Could be that Granny Collemore was out there somewhere bellowing that the local shopkeeper had family visiting, who knew? It was sure different than he was used to. The general sentiment in Ebott about Monsters was resentment; over them taking jobs, enrolling in the schools, whatever it was, they didn’t want Monsters doing it.

It was…nice, he decided, to not have someone dislike him on sight.

That was how he spent his mornings. He worked in the shop, idly dusting, putting away the deliveries that a guy in the pickup truck and overalls brought in daily, and borrowing Red’s wifi to listen to soft music on his phone. The calls had trickled to only once a day and the glaring red alert number of his messages kept climbing.

Stretch didn’t look at them, only skipped right over to Spotify and the 'The Wedding Singer Divorce Special pt 2' playlist.

Red came in every day to relieve him at around two. He grunted out something that resembled a hello as he heaved himself up on the stool, leaning his cane against it as he pulled out a battered romance novel from beneath the counter. The creased covered did not in the slightest hide the young, scantily-clad woman caught up in a fiery embrace with her highland Lord.

“be back later,” Stretch said as he hung up his apron. Not that it mattered, wasn’t like Red was his dad or even a friend, not really, and he didn’t care when Stretch came home. A couple times they’d eaten together, takeout from the local diner that was imaginatively called ‘Mama’s’, not ‘Eats’, watched a little but that was it. His lack of idle chitchat was the complete opposite of Blue’s constant stream of chatter and after years of that, the silence was kinda disconcerting, but maybe not in a bad way.

Red didn’t even look up from his book, only pulled a crumpled bill out of his pocket and pushed it across the counter, “pick up some beer at the station, wouldja?”

“sure,” Stretch said, almost grateful for something else to do. It was miles better than sitting the rest of the day in his little room with its faded, floral wallpaper where the air conditioning wasn’t quite able to combat the heat of the mid-afternoon sun. He’d done that once, the first day, and after that made a point of staying out of his room until sundown to give it chance to cool off.

The town itself wasn’t much more than a bunch of ramshackle houses. To the west were fields, the leafy tops of what Stretch was now certain was corn rustling in the wind. Off to the east, the landscape slowly went from flat plains to trees, their wilting leaves yellowing in the heat and ending in a wooded area that surrounded maybe half the town. Shame it was too far away provide much shade unless you went walking right into it. Main street consisted of a few other public buildings; a tractor store right up next to the thrift shop, a little one-room schoolhouse with an attached shed that served as the town library, the Sheriff’s office, and the movie theater.

On the outskirts of town there was also a bar, The Whistling Cow, its glowing neon sign a single point of orange light on dark nights. As much as Stretch wanted a drink, he stuck with filching beer from the cooler Red kept under the counter. Hanging around with strange, drunk humans usually didn't end well for him.

The movie theater was where he’d taken to heading after work. Someone with a sense of humor must’ve named the place, since ‘The Grandeur’ literally only had one theater and maybe thirty seats, if that. The proprietor ran the ticket booth and the concession stand, and in his threadbare uniform with its yellowing shirt, he looked a lot like Lurch's second cousin, once removed.

But he was a nice enough fella and it was a good way to waste some time. Even if the only movies showing were old black and whites, the popcorn was fresh, with real butter, and the added bonus of air conditioning. Besides, the Three Stooges were funny as shit any old day.

That was where Stretch was headed today; the afternoon showing only cost two bucks, then another for popcorn and he was set for a few hours. It was better than trying to get anything to tune in on the television in his overboiled room. With a lot of coaxing, he might manage to get a PBS channel, but there was only so much time a person could spend sweating their way through a staticky version of Sesame Street.

Stretch got to his seat just as the lights were going down, settling in with his popcorn. Before the movie there were a few cartoons, and it was kinda wild to get to see Steamboat Willy chugging along on the big screen again.

Today’s flick was an honest to bitsy silent movie and Stretch watched with a wide grin as Charlie Chaplin slap-schticked his way across the stage. There were a few other people in the seats, at least one of them snoring; probably only came to get out of the summertime heat.

But it wasn’t really the movie he was here for. Not today.

He’d seen her the first time he came. Sitting in the far back row, not that uncommon, some people liked to sit far away. No one else seemed to notice her and that wasn’t strange either. Normally even he didn’t pay much attention to anyone else in the theater, who did? So long as a person was quiet, made no ripples in the pond, no one saw them. Movies were for escapism, not to make new friends.

But this lady. To begin with, her clothes were about a century out of date, with her pink suit and matching pillbox hat, her white gloves, and whenever the house lights came up while they switch the reel, she vanished without even a shimmer of dust motes, only returning once the darkness did.

He’d been back three times so far and she’d been in the theater for every showing. Sitting on her own watching the flick, always in the same seat. This time, Stretch was sitting in the seat next to it. He munched his buttery popcorn and watched as Charlie Chaplin-ed his way through the movie. He didn’t have to wait long.

None of the Humans noticed. The black-and-white light coming from the screen was dim enough that anyone sitting in the audience was nothing but a shadow. Humans tended towards the unobservant side, anyway, none of them had to be as aware of their surroundings as a Monster did, especially one like Stretch with only 5 HP between him and dust.

Besides, there wasn’t any fanfare about it. One minute the chair next to him was empty and the next, a young woman was sitting there, her hands clasped primly in her lap as she looked up at the movie with rapt attention.

“like the movies, huh?” Stretch said, very softly. “always wanted to be an actor myself, but i don’t have the guts for it.”

Waste of a good pun, he didn’t even think the woman had a chance to notice he was a skeleton. She startled, one faintly translucent hand flying to her mouth as if to stifle a scream. Stretch only munched on another piece of popcorn and let her gather her wits or ectoplasm or whatever ghosts had. Wasn’t like he had room to talk, the inside of his skull was as hollow as a drunken apology.

She settled quick enough and asked in a wispy little voice, “you can see me?”

Stretch slouched back and propped his sneakers up on the seat in front of him. “sure. it’s a monster thing. we see things that humans don’t, sometimes.” Or didn’t bother to see, Stretch wasn’t sure which.

“Sometimes they see me,” she admitted. “but they always run away.”

Yeah, Stretch couldn’t really blame them for that one. Humans weren’t used to ghosts, not the way Monsters were, and now that he was sitting up close, he could see the way she flickered a little, that pretty face sometimes flashing onto something else, half still pretty as a picture from an old magazine and the other a bloody ruin. There was a gaping hole on one side of her head, her blonde hair matted into dark clumps, and one blue eye stared out, unseeing. There were flecks scattered on the shoulder of her pink suit, chips of ivory, and Stretch knew enough about bones to recognize skull fragments. Another flicker and it was gone, only a pretty young Human woman looking back at him. The effect was a little off-putting, true, but it wasn’t like she could help it.

Besides, Stretch didn’t have to look. He was watching the movie.

“what’s your name?” he asked, softly.

She hesitated and he wondered if she didn’t want to tell him or if she didn’t know. Her eyes were large, absurdly long lashes sweeping against her cheeks as she considered. When she spoke again her voice was a little stronger, surer, “Doris.”

“doris, my name is stretch,” he told her, “and it is a pleasure to meet you.”

They sat together in silence for a little while. The music coming brightly from the speakers was as cheerful as a carousel, offering happiness and humor when she spoke again abruptly. “I know this is very forward. But. Could you do something for me?”

“maybe,” Stretch said, a little wary. Better not to make promises to unknown ghosts, they could get tetchy.

She smiled, a wry curve of lips as if she could hear his thoughts. “Your popcorn.”

He looked down at the paper cup in his hand, still half-full of buttery kernels. “you want some?” he asked, bemused.

She let out a whispery laugh, like a wind rustling through summer cattails. “No, but. Can I smell it?”

Oh. “sure.” He held the cup out and she leaned over it, inhaling deeply, or, well, looked like she did, he didn’t think ghosts actually breathed, but who knew? When she bent down twin ribbons of blood ran from both her nostrils, dark and slick. It didn’t drip into the popcorn, couldn’t, it wasn’t present in the same way the little carton was, but he felt his appetite fade. He still politely pretended not to notice.

She leaned back with a happy sigh and all signs of the blood were gone. “Thank you. I go behind the counter sometimes to smell it, but it’s not the same.”

“i bet. gotta be in a paper bucket or it ain’t right.” If she could go out to the concession stand, that meant at least she wasn’t stuck sitting in this one seat. Maybe it was just her favorite. “you get out much?” He jerked his head towards the door, “outside, i mean.”

“No,” She shook her head sadly, and her hair brushed her shoulders. “I have to stay in the theater.”

He nodded sympathetically. That was gonna make this a little harder, but not too much. He liked the movies, anyway. “yeah, it works that way sometimes. but hey, i’ll stop back in and see you again. if that’s okay?”

She brightened visibly, coming sharply into focus like a lens turned on a camera, until the chair behind her only barely showing through. “Would you?”

Now that was a vow he could make and Stretch sketched a cross over his chest with a finger and said solemnly, “i promise.”

Their chat must’ve been getting a little loud. Someone was turning around in the front seats. The room was too dark to see, but he didn’t have to witness a glare to feel it. Stretch slouched down in his seat and took the hint.

Hey, he’d made a friend. Well, most of one and it was the important part. A soul without a body was a lot nicer than a body without a soul, hands down.

Which made him wonder about the gas station attendant, because Mitch made Red seem like a warm, outgoing person.

The ancient artwork on the front window of the gas station showed a shiny, smiling attendant in a tidy uniform, his neatly cut hair almost hidden beneath his cap as he held up a dripping gas nozzle in offering. That guy must’ve gotten promoted out of state, because the only dress code Mitch followed was ‘fuck it, looks clean.’ Long, straggly hair poked out from his dirty baseball cap and, of all things, he was reading the New York Times, the business section.

His saving grace was that his disinterest in all customers was universal. Mitch was an equal opportunity kind of guy; he didn’t give a shit about anyone.

Stretch opened the door carefully so that the cowbell only gave a muted clang. He hesitated inside the door and decided to brave a question. Hey, he’d made one friend today, may as well push his luck. “you got any coffee on?”

It was a pretty safe bet, even as hot as it was. Coffee wouldn’t help with the sweat that was already dampening his shirt from walking over from the theater, but Stretch felt a little unsteady from meeting Doris. He could use a dose of caffeine to shore him up.

Mitch didn’t look up from his paper, but he jerked his chin towards the back wall. “Yep, but the only coffee I got is hot. Ain’t no ‘spressos around here, Slick.”

“Hot is fine.” He didn’t bother correcting him on the name. Started with an S, close enough, they’d be best pals in no time. The carafe of coffee smelled surprisingly fresh, considering that Mitch looked like he’d been holding that chair down for a few hours. There was a plastic basket next to the carafe filled with little coffee mate creamer cups. He added four French vanilla, carrying his murky coffee up to the counter with Red’s six-pack. Beer was one thing they didn’t sell at the store, no alcohol at all, something to do with the liquor laws in this county and Red not paying those skinflint jackholes for a license, not on his ass, thanks much.

He paid for both, picked up his change from where Mitch tossed it unhelpfully on the counter and went outside, fumbling out his smokes on the way.

Stretch sat down on the crumbling curb, drinking his coffee and smoking, letting the caffeine and nicotine wash over him in a twin, soothing rush. He’d been trying to cut down with his funds being on the uncertain side, cigarettes were a pricy vice, and he couldn’t bum any from Red the way he did the beers.

The sun was still high overhead pouring down the heat, coming up off the pavement in shimmery waves. Sweat was rising up on his bones, his t-shirt clinging damply to his ribs and spine. Somewhere nearby, he could hear children playing, the hollow thud of a basketball and their laughter carrying on in the still air. He didn’t have anywhere he needed to be, no one’s expectations to live up to.

When his cigarette was done and pinched out, Stretch climbed back to his feet and headed for the grocery to drop off the beers before they got warm. Again, he went easy on the door, keeping the bell to a faint rattle rather than a clang. It was only when he turned around that he saw the front counter was empty, Red’s book bent open on the counter but no skeleton around to pick it back up.

He set the beers on the counter, calling, “red?”

No reply and that was strangely ominous in a little store where even a short skeleton would be hard pressed to hide.

There was a long hallway in the back that led past a couple storerooms to the apartment Red lived in. He gave the storerooms a glance, just in case Red had a sudden urge to restock the sanitary napkin display, and wasn’t very surprised to find them unoccupied. He saw the door to Red’s apartment was open a crack like it never was and that cranked ominous up to sinister. The lingering sweat on his bones was chilling in the air conditioning, but that wasn’t the only reason a sudden shiver rattled him.

“red?” Stretch called weakly as he pushed open the door.

The living room was small with a ratty plaid sofa and a coffee table littered with beer cans and balled up chip bags, and standing in the center of it was a person who was not Red, not unless he got one hell of a growth spurt while Stretch was gone.

Once, Stretch would’ve just taken a shortcut out, right the hell to the Sheriff station down the road and never had he missed the skill more than when the guy-who-was-definitely-not-Red started to turn around. The instinct to teleport was still there even if the ability wasn’t, fizzling out with an aching pain right in the middle of his chest.

It was only a minor distraction and Stretch blundered over to grab a lamp from a side table, yanking the cord right out of the wall as he brandished it over his head like a club, yelling shrilly, “what the fuck are you doing in here?”

The guy turned around, looking back at him with deep crimson eye lights that flicked briefly up to the lamp before meeting his wild gaze. His voice was as smooth and dark as deep water as he stated coolly, “I believe that’s my question.”

Stretch could stare and the only coherent thought amongst the many tangled ones scrambling through his mind was only two words. Simple. Descriptive.

Oh, shit.

-tbc-

[edgythought]

Strangers in the Bar I

Part II  |  Part III

Alex Turner x OC (I guess??)

Description: Two lonely people observe each other in a bar. It leads to something nice. Word count: 2,294

Warning: swearing, alcohol consumption, smoking.

A/N: It is not my first fanfic, but the first one I post here. Hope y'all enjoy and leave me some comments! This was written in April-May 2019, when I was strongly fascinated with Alex, but I can't say I thought about him while writing, so it's not really a fanfiction piece. Anyway, it's up to you to decide how to interpret this. I would love to receive feedback! Thank you for reading :)  

Part I

Sunny Los Angeles in the middle of spring was an oasis of happiness, just as I thought it would be, no disappointment here. A whirlwind of events brought me here somehow and I am not mad at all. I always thought I am a New York kinda girl, strolling through the parks and skyscrapers, sipping my shit-load-of-spice latte, day (and night-) dreaming. You know, all the Great Gatsby vibes as well, but I am not into loud sounds unless I am at some concert dancing my lower back off.

My friends, who live in LA, gave a nice tour of the city and at the end of the day I am finding myself totally drained physically at the bar in the middle of nowhere (LA area). We had some cocktails with lads and even danced to a couple of extra popular Dua Lipa’s songs and a numerous amount of hispanic hits. It was great. Gals were tired, just as I was, so they went home, assuring me my hotel is 10 blocks away and an Uber would be totally affordable. Not that I am poor or something, but I always was cautious with money and my friends know I might come off as a cheapskate from time to time. So I felt fine to stay a little bit more and contemplate the infamous LA nightlife with my own eyes. Even if it’s only one bar of hundreds and not even the fanciest one.

It was over an hour since my friends left me and I was on my third Brandy Alexander when a strange man caught my attention. Moonage Daydream by a genius Bowie was playing extra loudly and he was moving his hips and lip-syncing so theatrically I couldn’t force myself to stop watching him. He was so into the music he never actually noticed he was looked at by everyone in the bar. A bartender who I cracked a couple of jokes with had a little smile on his face watching the dude and I asked “What? You like him?”. The reply I got shook me to the core: “Everyone likes him, although he is not very talkative. Nothing wrong with a dude fancying to dance a little, right?”. I turned a bit to acquire a better view on the dance floor; (the bartender’s remark made me actually watch the guy enjoying himself). He looked stunning, to be honest, but also weird, in a positive way. Long, slightly curly hair was always in his eyes, so he had to shake his head pretty often. White shirt, half-unbuttoned, gold chain, a couple of rings. He looked like a high (-profile) rockstar. (Exactly what I expected to see, but haven’t yet) His pants were really tight, though…

He was definitely interesting to pay attention to, but the song ended and I found myself staring a little too hard at the dude, so I thought it would be nice to chill a bit outside. I waved at the bartender that I will go out, took my glass and strolled through the crowd to the exit. Californian twilight was full of smells and sounds, with people chattering, cars beeping, birds singing their mysterious tunes, everything coming together with the smell of warm concrete, cigarettes and different spirits. I lit my cigarette and took a deep breath, watching the sky change colours from light bubblegum pink to pastel turquoise and dark blue, with some stars peeking through a light dim of clouds on my right. There was something about it that made me feel lighter a bit, free from the burdens of my everyday life. The contrast of the sky and dark silhouettes of trees and buildings reminded me I am not actually alone. I took another deep breath, inhaling the smoke, and hold it for a couple of seconds. I exhaled and watched the smoke twirl in front of my face. It always fascinated me how such a deadly thing can also be so beautiful. Just like love. I brushed those thoughts off of my mind, that’s not a way to have a good time. Actually, I was quite in the mood to show off some moves on the dance floor if the music fits. I am not really into hispanic tunes, just not my cup of tea. I threw away the butt and finished my drink in one go. I have nothing to lose, right?…

As I returned to the bar, I looked for the dancing dude in the crowd but he was nowhere to be found. Sad, I thought to myself, we could have had a really nice mute dance together. Anyway, I needed another drink to become a part of the dancing people, so I went straight to the bar. “Mind pouring me another one, darling?”, I asked my bartender as he was washing some shakers and spoons. “I don’t mind at all, what do you want?” - “The dancing juice you gave that guy in a very tight jeans” - “Gotcha, sweetheart” he chuckled and strolled away to the small freezer at the back. My heart was heavy and my breath trembled a bit. It’s always like that when I know I am about to do some stupid shit and then regret it the morning after. Even though I knew, I never stopped myself from doing it because it’s fun, right? At this point I just wanted to lift off the weight of my life off my shoulders and have fun, whatever it means, really. 

The Bartender (why I never asked for his name? He looks like Josh to me…) came back with several bottles in his hands. “Hey, I guessed you want to dance, so I decided to help you not only by getting you drunk” - “Yeah? What are you going to do?” - “I already did, next song is for you”, he smiled and winked at me. I laughed and turned around to check if the dancing guy appeared, while I wait for the Bartender to fuel me with whatever he mixed. After torturous couple of seconds I saw the dude come out the restroom, hand running through his hair in a desperate attempt to make it not stick to his sweaty forehead. I wanted him present when I dance because I felt something while watching him being bonkers on the dance floor and it gave me some confidence to try it myself.  He proceeded through the crowd to the bar and gestured the Bartender to come over. As I already was sipping on my “dancing juice” I started to feel the urge to do something, not to stay on my stool and right then I heard a starting riff of the song the Bartender put on for me.  I knew the song, I used to listen to it a lot when I was younger, during my first year at Uni. Oh so many memories, so many parties… I sip the drink once more and put it a little too hard on the bar, then take off my jacket and leave on the stool I was occupying. The riffs were becoming louder and the dancing dude was smiling. What was he smiling at?

I was already on the dance floor, waving my head like a heroin-infused Mick Jagger look-alike.

Stop making the eyes at me I’ll stop making my eyes at you

I catch myself looking right at the dancing dude, like I am talking to him. His eyes widened and he raised his eyebrows a bit, surprised with attention.

And what it is that surprises me Is that I don't really want you to

I winked at him and turned around to stroll through a sheer dancing crowd a little further from him and closer to my stuff I left unattended. (I shouldn’t have to worry though, the Bartender was looking after it for me)

And your shoulders are frozen (cold as the night) Oh but you're an explosion (you're dynamite)

I shuddered as if I was actually cold and looked at him again, lip-syncing "you're an explosion" right at him. He started laughing and cheered me with his drink. The Bartender leaned over to tell him something, like they were long-time friends and I was surprised but not in the mood to waste my time thinking about that, it's not my business. So I continued with my crazy moves and weird poses.

Your name isn't Rio, but I don't care for sand Lighting the fuse might result in a bang, with a bang-go!

I felt him watching me with my back but I just didn't want to please him by looking at him. What a man, I thought, but what am I doing? The music was so encouraging to remember all the crazy shit that it was a soundtrack for, I managed to stick my worries to the back of my head and actually enjoy myself for the first time in long months.

I bet that you look good on the dance floor I don't know if your looking for romance or I don't know what you're looking for I said I bet that you look good on the dance floor Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984 From 1984!

Now, I told myself and turned around to watch the dancing dude talk to the Bartender. I actually thought they were talking about me because the Bartender kept his eyes on me all the time the dude was telling him something. When he finished speaking, he glanced at me and I used the moment to sing "I bet that you look good on the dance floor" to him from afar. I was sure he saw it. I smiled, continuing moving my hips to the sound of music and trying to impersonate a robot from 1984. I knew he was watching me despite the very much dim lighting of the bar, coming from neon signs and candles on the tables mostly. The only light place was the bar itself, so I could see the dude, while he couldn't see much of me. But I know he saw, I was pretty close to the bar anyway. 

I wish you'd stop ignoring me Because you're sending me to despair Without a sound yeah you're calling me And I don't think it's very fair That your shoulders are frozen (cold as the night) Oh but you're an explosion (you're dynamite) Your name isn't Rio, but I don't care for sand Lighting the fuse might result in a bang, with a bang-go!

I came right up to him, singing the words to him, wanting to catch his attention and drag him to the dance floor with me. I didn't care if he wants it or not, he better come with me. The dude was really impressed and started laughing, but I took his hand in mine and pulled a bit for him to get up. He threw a quick glance at the Bartender, who nodded and laughed at us. The dude gave up and followed me. We somehow appeared to be at the very center, dancing and jumping like crazy. We sang the entire chorus at the top of our lungs, pointing at each other and dancing like robots. He did it hilariously and I couldn't stop laughing.

Oh there ain't no love no, Montagues or Capulets Just banging tunes 'n' DJ sets 'n' Dirty dancefloors and dreams of naughtiness!

He played his imaginary guitar and banged his head like he was actually playing the song at some gig and I was pretty taken aback how rockstar-ish he looked at that moment. He sang "dreams of naughtiness" way out of the range and was looking at me while I was imitating thrusts with my hips and we fell to our knees laughing right after.

When the song ended we were absolutely out of breath, but both of us smiled widely. As we proceeded to the bar, a slow song started playing. The dude stopped for a moment, bit his lip and offered me his hand.

Do you know what it feels like to dance alone? Do you know what it feels like?

I looked at him with zero understanding what's going on but placed my had in his open palm. He dragged me gently back to the dance floor.

His hand was on my waist and it felt very comfortable. At the moment I felt like we know each other for eternity, not less, and I still didn't know his name. He organically moved us both, whispering the lyrics in my ear, spinning me around, holding my hand, looking me in the eyes. He smelled like a very expensive cologne, cigarettes and a bit of healthy sweat - an unforgettable combination to be embraced in.

When the lights are turned too low for me In the dark I feel you close to me You're the one that I want to see

At this point we were barely moving, my hands around his neck, his hands on my waist; we just looked each other in the eyes, trying to find something we're missing… The song was just about to end when we both rushed forward a bit and split our dancing hug awkwardly. We proceeded to the bar and I finished my cocktail looking for an explanation to what happened. I closed my eyes, capturing those moments we shared with that strange man in my mind. Finally, I took a deep breath and opened my eyes to catch a look from the Bartender. In a slight haze, I turned around searching for the dancing dude, but he vanished without a trace, although he was right by my side a minute ago. Disappointed, I asked for a receipt, paid and went straight out.

[moxy-fruitbat]

Backpacking with Muriel headcanons

It's been like a month since I went on my 2019 hiking trip, so it's about time I posted this. These are based on this year's trip through Michigan and also my time backpacking part of the Appalachian Trail. Trail culture is weird, y'all.

- Muriel is already a pretty experienced hiker, living in the woods and climbing that mountain in order to do his divination. At the very least he's in really good shape.

- He uses 1 hiking staff instead of 2 trekking poles like The Hermit card

- Muriel in a tent is like Kronk in a tent, from Emperor's New Groove, with his feet sticking out. No animals bothers him, though.

- He can light a 1 Match Fire like it's nobody's business.

- Knows a lot of good campfire folk songs, but doesn't think he's a good singer, so he won't sing unless someone else (Asra, MC) starts.

- Whittles as his pack hobby - he uses the shavings as fire starters, uses wood he finds along the trail and he already has the knife as part of his pack essentials, so it's basically no added weight to his pack.

- He leaves the carved trinkets at the shelter houses among the trail. Trail Lore is that shelters with animal statues are protected by bears, bad weather, water-borne illness... the tales change as the season goes on.

- His trail name is Mountain Man, or something like Park Ranger, Field Guide, Audubon, Smokey the Bear, etc. because he knows so much about everything wilderness. Someone suggested Boy Scout, but he turned it down.

- or he doesn't have a trail name, I guess, because no one remembers him

- Or he doesn't have one because he keeps saying no to all of them, so No Name becomes his accidental trail name.

- He's just happy he has a positive nickname he can call himself, so he can be his trail name and not Scourge of the South.

- I also want to suggest DayGlo for Asra bc he'd wear bright neon trail gear (I have a teal drywick shirt and yellow cactus shorts in my closet I'm picturing right now lol).

- Julian would be either Eyepatch, bc hikers aren't really creative, or Red Beard, especially after he's been hiking for a while and hasn't gotten a chance to shave.

- Muriel is really intense about Leave No Trace, and gets really pissed when other hikers leave their trash behind. He doesn't say anything, though, just picks it up and packs it out with him.

- If your pack weighs too much, he'll make you stop and will silently take some of your gear amd put it in his pack. If you protest, he says it's so you can keep up with him but in reality he worries about your back.

- At the next town or hostel, he'll help you go through your bag and cut down on weight.

- If you can guarantee no one else is around and it's ok to go off trail (like in a National Forest), he's down to have outdoor sex. Prepare to be held up against a tree.

- Will share a tent with you "because it's less weight to carry than two tents". Insists that's the only reason why.

- If you don't have mummy bags, zip your sleeping bags together to make a double person sleeping bag!

- Although that might not work because he probably has to buy an extra long sleeping bag since he's so tall.

- Puts protection spells around your guys' tent or the shelter, so bears and other animals don't get in.

- Does the same with your pack/food bag when you hang them in a tree, to keep animals out.

- Inanna comes too. Has her own doggy backpack with her food and food pad balm in it.

- Secretly wishes he'd come across a bear.

- Really big on "hike your own hike". For real. Everyone leave him alone.

[ultraclops]

Semi-live Blogging: Return of the Mao Mao Episodes

Before we start, is it just me or is the animation like 10x smoother than it usually is? Also like I said with Nakey, there’s a lot more good expressions too!

Lucky Ducky Mug

Adorabat drinks from sippy cup like baby

"What, Mao Mao's ridiculous mug?" says Badgerclops, holding a cheap plastic big gulp cup he probably got from the grocery store.

How did Adorabat not notice the Lucky Ducky sticker on the Aerocycle

"Don't touch it" (Badgerclops proceeds to slam the table to move it) Ah Badgerclops, ever the contrarian

I'M SORRY DID MAO MAO BLOW THE ROOF OFF OF HQ BY SCREAMING

I love the way Mao says "PROFESSIONAAAL SILENCEEE"

Badgerclops trying to make his mouth disappear and failing made me scream with laughter

Are they seriously reducing Ratarang to 'the funny lil Italian guy'? C’mon guys you’re better than this

Wait why do they think Kevin is Adorabat?? They've seen Adorabat multiple times?? "But they're both blue!" You FOOL Kevin is TEAL there's a difference

Everybody gangsta til Mao Mao's ears start speaking morse code

They're doing surprisingly good silent but it's probably not gonna be that way very long.

Thank you, Lucky Ducky Mug, for catering to my niche interest in characters with neon outlines on black backgrounds.

Mao Mao thinking: Normal thoughts

Badgerclops thinking: Musical-esque singing

Adorabat thinking: Literally just heavy metal

The Sweetypies seriously think they're just playing a really intense game of charades huh,,,

(Mao jabs BC in the stomach with the fire net) HAHA GET REKT

The scene with Badgerclops trying to give Mao Mao Penny's mug is the funniest shit in the world I couldn't stop laughing...or maybe I'm just sleep-deprived

So the Sky Pirates are so similar compared to the Sheriff's Dept. that they can think perfectly in sync? That's cool

SKY PIRATES SONG SKY PIRATES SONG

Why is Snugglemagne throwing a random tea party & why did he only invite the Sheriff's Dept.

Yep there goes the plan. Both of their plans.

Am I going crazy or did the skin on Mao Mao's mouth tear apart like it was sewn shut?! Also yay they're talking again

"It's not gonna stop charging, so I'm just gonna let it explooode..." Mood

"What about the mega laser tube made by mega Losers?" Fsfhkfh

Hey, everyone learned something new from this experience! Are the Sky Pirates gonna try that Hive Mind tactic from now on?

Awww, they fixed his mug with gold - GOD DAMN IT I KNEW THERE WAS A CATCH!!

Lonely Kid

(Sighs) ...I said (SIGHS)

"I literally can't relate to that problem at all." says Badgerclops, who joined a gang because he wanted people to like him.

Shin just dropped off Mao Mao at a summer camp and expected him to make friends? Why does this feel like the plot of Camp Camp

I'm sorry the Mao clan has a freaking PARTY AERO-BUS??

NOO GERALDINE

That BGM is DEFINITELY an extended version of "I Love You, Mao Mao" and I want the lyrics NOW

So Bao was literally just a stray that Mao took home?? Would make sense as to why he wasn't trained

I have a feeling the Flimborg is some sort of sacred being the townspeople worship for some reason

How in the hell did Mao tie that guy up and why didn't he bother to untie him

HOW'D HE SET THE ROCKS ON FIRE USING PAINT

"And then you become frien-" "BEES. IN THE EYES."

"Everyone knows bees are our friends!" "Uh, actually, they were wasps." "Friends to no-one!" Usually I'd agree with BC, but I read an article about someone befriending a wasp and her babies so.

So the Mao clan's just known as the "Golden Cat Family Up The Hill?" Huh. I thought they’d have more recognition, especially since Shin says he went to that same summer camp at the beginning.

Man those kids are jackasses

"Say hi to your mommy!" "I would if she was here..." Excuse me wHAT

Noo don't cry baby boi - tHEN BAO JUST TACKLES HIM ASFHDKDL

"Go away! I don't feel like laughing right now!"

Look. You can see the EXACT point Mao developed his adult personality

I know Mao Mao means well but that is gonna go terribly wrong.

"I AM A HERO! I WILL BE LOVED!!" Okay first of all OUCH, second of all THAT IS PAIN

This monster empty, YEET

Awww it was just a sweet little puppy-ish monster...and it was his BIRTHDAY

"Hi, Aunt Gloria!" (Pulls out pitchfork) BETRAYAL

He didn't feel bad about ruining the festival because he made a friend doing it I 💞💞💝💝💗💗

Thanks for that 'different times' comment cuz I don't want kids thinking being beat is normal.

"Just like you found me...and I'm your best friend!" Tbh I thought she was gonna say 'Me and Badgerclops' & that would make a lot more sense

Why are they fighting over who's his best friend they're obviously BOTH his best friends

I'm sorry did Badgerclops just call Adorabat a "little mutant"?? ARE THE SWEETYPIES MUTANTS??

Awww his friends love him sm...and he feels so loved too...💓💓💗💗💕💕

Try Hard

No one gives a shit about Pinky being kidnapped lol

"K for Copyright Infringement"

"You'll never be like me!" Oof a little harsh maybe?

"You've gotta learn to be your own kind of hero, in your own special way!" So THAT'S where it's from

"You just gotta...try hard." Hey, title drop!

Ngl the moment Mao Mao said "Badgerclops take the shot" I immediately thought of The Confession 3 by TomSka

"Up in a tree, little old me, about to do something...UGLY..." 7-year-old me sniping people on Halo 3 like

Why is he shooting them with gelatin tho? ...oh. Oh THAT'S why.

Tbh if I didn't have subtitles on I would've thought BC was saying "beep boop"

This badger and cat empty, YEET

Adorabat walking into the Skyship with only a walkie-talkie is giving me some sort of vibes...OH, Silent Hill! Or Tattletail

WHOOP HIS ASS SWEETIE

"Mao Mao would hide the body!" Very unsubtle there, wonder how it got past censors

"Ratarang, say something!" "Pasketti?" "THAT'S THE BRAT!"

Wait a sec, they can just use Badgerclops' arm to power the ship? Why didn't they try that in CapturedClops?

"Good thing my head is in here cuz I'm a-scared of heights!" Ramaraffe. Whose whole schtick is making herself taller. Is acrophobic?

"Because she's Sheriff's Department, that's how! >:3" "Also y'all tend to be pretty incompetent >X/"

Why does she keep trying to use the elevator when she can fly? Nvm she climbed up Badgerclops' arm

"Ooooh I'm also hereeee"

"JERK BUTT"

Why is the Omega Field just a bunch of broken glass? And why doesn't she just step around it?

"I can fly!" "She can fly!" "SHE FORGOT?!" Ooh that's why

"You're the best thing to ever happen to a bat like me." 💝💝💕💕💓💓

Wait she's talking through the walkie-talkie and her molts are there but she isn't there where is she?

Oh she was freeing the other two from the gelatin. No wonder Mao Mao almost threw up, it was bug flavored.

GET HIS ASS, HONEY!! ADORASLAP!!

I hope that 'Nah' means Adorabat's realized she needs to be herself instead of her just rejecting her individuality like I think it is.

Scared Of Puppets

Oh, so this takes place after Sleeper Sofa! Praying it's a fix-it episode...

"DISCARD ANYTHING THAT DOESN'T BRING YOU JOY!!" Fuckin Marie Kondo up in here

Oh no PTSD flashbacks. He's scared of them cuz one's head landed on his lap as a kid? Understandable have a nice day.

Who tf collapsed into a sobbing heap on the floor then leaps back up and insists they're fine? Mao Mao, apparently.

Hairless ape? Is that what they call humans or are they something different in general?

"TAKE ALL MY MONEY!!" What did BC want an antique puppet for if he had no idea Mao was scared of them...

Mr. Din Dandalib!

"I...(eye twitch) love him too..."

IM SORRY DID HE FUCKING THROW UP OUT OF FEAR...holy SHIT

If I scared my friend and they threw up I would simply never do that again. RIP to Badgerclops but I'm different

(Badgerclops makes concrete blocks around the pothole) "Why didn't you just fill in the pothole??" "I AM TRYING MY BEST!!"

"I SIGNED YOUR DUMB CAST, NOW LEAVE!!"

...Illegal house plants? ...like marijua-

That was literally just that one video where a guy knocked out another guy in a mask jumping out of a trash can...

So it's a CPR class...AND a hair-styling class? How

I stg the moment Badgerclops walked in the door I knew he was carrying Mr. Din Danalin I SWEAR

"You're 10." "BUT I'M 6??" JFC Shin doesn't know his own son's age AND is partially responsible for his pupaphobia. And I called it on Mao Mao being six in the flashbacks

OH WIG

Can someone take the footage of the Annex exploding and add the ReviewTechUSA intro over it please

"How many Adult Learning Annexes have to be destroyed before you admit you're scared of puppets?!" is extremely funny without context

(Mao punches the wall cuz hes mad at himself for being scared) Kinkinkinkinki

How does one forget to drink milk

Oh shit the scene from the promo...

Yay he's starting to feel less scared - wait NVM it JUST STARTED TALKING??

OG SGUTVKC FGCJ OG SHKR OF DJCN JKKKKK

Oh it was just a dream - er, nightmare. FIRST NIGHTMARE SEQUENCE OF THE SERIES!

"I just gotta get my socks on...wait, I wear socks, right?" Dud e you wear NOTHING BUT A BELT...

"I KNEW SELLING THOSE HAIRLESS APE DOLLS WOULD ATTRACT DARK FORCES"

"There’s a lot of pu-" "PUBLIC DANGER"

Those puppets are alive I stg

"I'M A BIG BOI..."

Awwww she said what he told her at the beginning of the episode!

"I'M AFRAID OF PUPPETS" TITLE DROP YET AGAIN

Adorabat takes after Badgerclops sometimes I swear

Oooh shit sequel hook - oh NVM it was Badgerclops voice acting - NVM Mao Mao passed out. Dang

The Perfect Couple

Watermelon time babyyy

TRANSFORMATION TIME BABYYYY

Ah so he wanted to perfectly cut a watermelon in half, that's why he got so many?

"I need (counts on fingers) 600 more watermelons!" glad to see I'm not the only one who counts on my fingers

Why would Penny and Benny need 600 watermelons for their wedding? Also I called it on Penny & Benny being the couple

Mao Mao has to officiate the wedding? I thought priests did that

Please don’t throw up again Mao Mao

"I WILL BUY YOU A BAG TO HOLD YOUR STUFF..."

"A nondescript sack!!" Dude he just taking out the trash...

Nvm its just laundry

"I WILL TURN THIS BUSH AROUND"

Oh so THAT'S what Ramaraffe thought Kevin was Adorabat

"Why don't you buy me cake and do my laundry?" Are you implying you wanna marry Mao Mao, Badgerclops 👀

I lov Mao Mao's faces in this scene he legit looks like a bishouen anime protagonist

Nvm no transformation it's just his wedding outfit

Why did they invite Orangusnake and Boss Hosstritch to the wedding tho? What about when they hid in their moving truck and used their electricity - wait Badgerclops technically did that last one, nvm

Wait THEY DIDN'T TALK TO EACH OTHER BEFORE THE WEDDING?? What a perfect couple huh

Is Mao Mao having hallucinations just gonna be a regular thing now....

IS PENNY SERIOUSLY GONNA MARRY ORANGUSNAKE OUT OF SPITE ASFSDGFUK

Why did Mao Mao say "melons" in a Spanish accent I'm scared

"They're both terrible, so what does it matter if they get hitched or not?" They're definitely gonna change their minds now

"She lied because she wanted to protect his feelings! And he lied because he couldn't bear to hurt her!" Isn't that just the plot of The Truth Stinks?

OH SHIT HE CUT ORANGUSNAKE IN HALF HOLY FUCK

He made Orangusnake officiate the wedding as punishment lol

Why are they,,,stepping on the watermelons?? Damn right Badgerclops I'd cry over that too

"What's, uh, your credit score like?" "850. Why, is that good?" "It's perfect..." HE WANTS TO MARRY MAO MAO NOW ASDFHKL

[ontherockswithsalt]

A Made Man

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Chapter 34.

“Am I reading into things–” Noble wonders the question aloud as we trail a few steps behind Vinny and Bianca down West Fourth Street. “Or is that happening?”

Scrutinizing the pair in front of us – Noble’s sister and my partner, I watch them walk together. Their body language is fairly ordinary for two people having a conversation. But then again, I hadn’t really considered the possibilities so I’ve probably missed any signs that they could be into one another.

“I don’t know,” I murmur. “Vinny’s not as much of a horny jackass tonight which is sort of surprising.”

Noble considers it with a nod while he watches them. He tilts his head when his sister elbows Vinny in the side prompting a laugh as he tips his face to the sky. “Maybe he’s not interested,” Noble proposes, “so he’s toned down.”

“Or maybe he is interested, and he’s making an effort–” I theorize. Then I glance over to gauge Noble’s reaction to that idea. “What do you think about that?”

“No.” He cuts a decisive shake of his head. “That’s not happening. I mean, we’re here for a day, it’s not like they can exactly get attached.”

I have to laugh as I look over at him. “Huh. I feel like I told myself the same thing just a few months ago.”

“Don’t even compare.” He points. “We’re a different story.”

Smiling down at the ground, I shake my head. Then my hand wanders over to his to remind him that we definitely are, and I graze his palm with the tip of my finger.

He lifts his arm in response, slinging it around my shoulders where he pulls me in closer and presses a hard kiss on the side of my head. The move charms me, I won’t deny it and for a moment I bump my face against his shoulder.

“Are you having fun?” He wonders.

“Yes.” I look over at him. “How about you?”

“I would have fun with you–” His arm slips down my back and he sinks his hands into the pockets of his jacket. “–Waiting for the train, dude. You’re like, my favorite.”

Amusement tugs at my cheeks and I exhale a cloudy breath into the chilled late night air. “Oh my god.”

“But tonight, definitely yes.” Then he lets out a deep sigh. “Nights like these make me miss New York though.”

I know what he means. Something about the mood of the city at night. It can’t be matched, even by Miami’s energy. Plus when we’re together, I think it’s easy to forget the demons that once haunted him here.

I admire the quiet street. Christmas lights remain in most of the windows, glowing white from bare tree branches and even though this is my city, I feel the longing too. “I really like this neighborhood,” I notice.

“I do too. Maybe we’ll get mugged or something so that I can quit wishing I lived here.”

“Okay,” I laugh. “That’s a good solution.”

“Hey!” Bianca calls out ahead of us, turning to point toward the corner. “Down here, right?”

“It’s your place, I don’t know.” Noble shrugs and calls after her.

“No. What’s gonna happen,” I tell him as we catch up to them. “Is Vinny’s gonna sing karaoke at this bar and none of us will ever be able to show our face in this neighborhood again.”

“Y'all can keep saying it–” Vinny pipes up, slowing down to turn and address us. “But I’m not singing. I’m a spectator only.”

“You have to!” Bianca insists.

“You have to.” He stops at the door for Mary’s and tugs at the handle, backing up a step to let her in first.

“You both lost,” I reason as I pass through the entrance, retrieving my wallet for the bouncer checking ID’s at the door.

Vinny follows in behind us attempting to argue, “We tied. So officially no one lost.”

“I can’t believe we tied,” Bianca notes.

“Sixty-four–”

Vinny’s quick to brush off Noble’s reminder of their score. “Alright. Damn.”

Navigating the bar, I check out its walls decorated with framed, autographed celebrity headshots who’ve presumably visited along with random neon signs, album covers and vintage looking photographs. We pass through the mostly tame – but noticeably heavy on the guys – crowd and score a high top table for the four of us. 

At the front, a deejay – who Noble observes looks like a slightly more strung out Sammy Hagar – works to secure his karaoke setup, two microphone stands, a screen and the sound system take over the front of the bar.

After a cocktail server gets our drink orders, Bianca hops down from her seat, announcing, “I’m going to put my name on the list!”

With a shake of his head, Noble watches her go. “I hope you guys are ready for this epic setlist she’s planning in her head.” Then he leans onto his forearms on the table across from my partner.  "So Vinny. Did you grow up in New York?“

He nods. "Brooklyn born and raised.”

“What part?”

“Flatbush.”

“Nice,” Noble comments.

Vinny chuckles. “Not really.”

“You always wanted to be a cop?”

“Always?” Vinny considers it. “No. I mean, it was either shortstop for the Mets or cop. And the streets needed me, so–”

“You made the right call,” I remark as Bianca comes back and slides into her seat beside Vinny.

“The Mets are regretting it, but that’s their loss,” he shrugs. “No, I uh–” Vinny starts, peering down for a moment at the table. He picks up the cardboard drink coaster in front if him and mindlessly plays with it. “When I was fifteen, I lost my cousin Emilio. He was shot right next to me hanging outside the basketball courts on our block.”

Propping my elbow on the table, I run a hand along my jawline while I listen. I know this story but it still clenches my gut a little to hear it again.

“He was like my best friend. But. Y'know, in that neighborhood a lot of people felt like there was no way out. And running with a crew was your only choice.”

“You were standing right there?” Bianca asks.

With this sort of far away look, he nods slowly. “After, I just… refused to end up like that. I didn’t want to be another kid from the projects getting caught up in that shit. It’s too easy.”

The bartender returns with a tray of drinks, setting the glasses out in front of us.

“I was lucky. I have good parents,” Vinny goes on. “My dad’s a barber. My mom… she used to work at a clinic. They pushed me, they were on my ass. I wanted to do right by my family. By Emilio. So… John Jay, then the Academy.”

Wrapping up his recap, he laughs softly then gestures to me. “And now I get to make the Commissioner’s son look good and it all turned out alright.”

With a knowing smirk, I nod. “I appreciate that.”

“Your mom…” Bianca starts with some hesitation. “Used to work at a clinic–”

He swallows a hard gulp of his drink and exhales. “Oh yeah. She went back to school and now she’s a nurse,” Vinny explains. “And they moved to Washington Heights.”

“Aww–” Her face lights up and she grins in relief, as if she’d been holding her breath his entire story. “That’s sweet.”

“So there’s the life story nobody asked for,” he finishes.

“Is your dad still a barber?” She wonders.

Vinny leans closer to her, dipping his head. “Hell yeah, girl. Check that fresh cut.”

Reaching over, she lightly scratches fingertips over the back of his neck, right at his hairline. “Your dad cuts your hair?”

He lifts his head to look at her and when he does, I feel Noble bump his leg into mine beside me. I don’t want to watch this exchange, but my attention just sort of helplessly settles on them.

“Yep,” Vinny answers.

She bobs her chin toward the front of the bar. “You ready to go sing with me?”

“Nope.”

“You…” With her face right in front of his, she draws her fingertip just over his cheek but doesn’t touch him. “Have these little freckles right below your eye that I just noticed.”

“Mm-hm.” He hums at her with this look, and a falling gaze that I can see from here.

“And they’re cute,” she tells him.

“I’m not singing.”

Bianca’s tongue teases the edge of her teeth. “Please.”

“Keep trying to convince me, though,” he says. “I like it.”

With a huff, she shoves a hand against his thigh and turns once more toward the table for her drink.

“Say please again.” He motions to himself. “But like, use my name with it–”

“Shut up.” She laughs into her glass.

Noble looks down at his drink, muttering, “Ah shit” before he goes for a hearty gulp.

“You alright?” I question.

“No.”

“It’s one night.” I remind him of his own excuse. “Are you gonna spend all night stressing about your sister instead of having fun with me?”

“I’m not stressing.”

Hitching my elbow on the back of my chair, I pretend to glance around. “Because damn, there’s plenty of guys here–”

“Hey–” He cuts me off and the deep, sharp note of it makes one of my eyebrows jump.

I dig my teeth into my lower lip and bite back a smile.

He looks at me just as the music overhead fades out and the deejay takes to the makeshift stage to get the karaoke underway. The track’s bongos and jingling tambourine notes announce the intro to Freedom by George Michael and the deejay starts off the night with himself as the opener.

“Jesus,” Noble murmurs with a laugh. “You’re right. It’s one night, who cares? But–” Then he brings his glass to his lips for a drink and after a heavy swallow, gestures toward the microphones and announces, “This is gonna be pretty terrible so we need to go ahead and order another round.”

“Yes, I agree.” Vinny points back to him. “I’ll order us some shots.”

[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

I hear two Atlanta Police Officers with missing vehicles called the Mayor and apologized to her for thinking of only themselves, admitted they were afraid that if they were in the same situation they would been fired as the other two in the Rayshard Brooks case and they couldn't allow that to happen to,themselves and the community so they wanted to show what would happen if it did because like me they all saw it as a justified homocide, a honorable weapon's discharge.

But after reading what i wrote last night. They fully regrret their decision and would like to have a meeting with her today, the entire 25 that stayed home for 3 days and they will all drive up to see her, in their personal cars of course.

Of course they got her mussing her mascara and all. Weeping she is. Don't mean she's weak. Just means she knows love. And she knows how evil attacks it and makes love so painful.

... ...

I mean I'm real surprised at Atlanta. I never had any problems with them they was always "The Next New Orleans" i called them.

Always just witchy with it. Good and a skip ahead.

So besides my anger at the situation created...

Look. I come straight outta the 90s.

Back then... Man. Our history been lost in 30 years. Our soul soul soul filled history. Its gone. It ain't there.

Back in the 90s we had about a 15 year break. From the protests from Vietnam War. Love not War Protests. We had them nice little 1950s with "Hello Technology: introduction to the TV" ONWARD to the "60s Hippies. Make love not War" taking it right onto the 70s which came back with the Civil Rights

So our 90s. Y'all they were the most beautiful. They were the combo of the 60s and 70s.

The riots and protests being taught to me and we made it big as we could with all the best parts of being a Human Rights Activist with brand new only 1990s fluorescent neon dripped could bring in.

That was all lost. Its all gone.

But the fight. The rights. THE TRUTH we went all 1950s and stayed in and raised our kids right. People wanna say shit about the Millennials. But we spoke truth. We spoke from our heart and we let them find,the truth as safe as possible and form their own opinions based on truth alone.

So now people wanna beat our kids. People i went to high school with they got high school graduates. Mine will be 17 this August. Real honest to God birthday and age.

Those are my babies. Our babies. They are our future. In 50 years they're gonna be like old man Bernie Sanders. 70 years old bent over fighting because we're gonna be near dead at 90 and more.

And people neglect and beat and ...

Man Our kids got it bad enough already. Simply because THEY KNOW THE TRUTH.

And man we got to protect them. Protect their hearts. Their minds. Their souls.

And they getting allllllll this stress. Put on them. Stress that is simply avoided.

By one dancing in the streets.

By 15 officers stating their badge numbers.

By the police owning up to who they are and why they exist.

Don't they want peace? Used to be they were called Peace Keeping Officers.

Now they called Lice Officers. Coming in on Native American Reservations claiming unwashed hair bread bugs. Let me tell you something. My daughter and I got lice a while back.. Like 8 years. The only thing that killed them was coating our hair in oil

Lice breath through holes in their exobody. So the oil makes them suffocate to death and die. Furthermore people whom smoke reject lice more frequently than those that don't. It takes me 3 months longer to get lice than a non smoker.

Peace pipe anyone?

.

So historically police aren't loved. They aren't wanted.

Being a police or military. It becomes a color of our skin. I'll post a tattoo that isn't finished being colored or lined. It's not done. I'll show you we can balance it.

Get out of your comfort zone. Step out of your skin.

We can't stop being black. We can't stop being what drives us to be police.

But we can control it.

"BURN ALL THEIR FUCKING CARS" demanded the international head of the CIA.

"No ma'am. This is what we did" they didn't tell me No before. They just did it. Because they knew it was better. They knew it would cause all 25 of y'all to have to stand up and say "my car is missing. This is how i feel. I do/don't want it back"

Where yall can't pretend what y'all did didn't matter and just get up and go to work the next day. All sneak in and get back to business.

No. You got a fucking problem. You forcing others to take on your load, Zone 5.

Were not walking away and being all its fine what ever. You got a problem. We need to tackle it in a for real state.

Foooorrrrr Reeeaaaalllll state.

You got a problem in your mind? Those become tangible. They aren't floating thoughts. They are what makes us do what we do.

Make it concrete. Take away their cars.

I ain't saying the charges will be dropped. That's all a whole other issue. I don't work in the justice system. Court. Law. I tell you how to win in court. But i ain't about telling some DA how to shove it. I just sue them. When its courts. I fight their game. With paperwork and all that shit. So like i said that's not on me to say the charges will be dropped.

When it's a basketball game you use a ball and circle to drop the ball in.

Use proper tools

Atlanta PD could and should said "alright let's picket the DA. Lets go in uniform. Leave our weapons in the car. Unbutton our shirts. Put red paint on our foreheads to show where they're hurting us. Show them the DA now made us defense less and stripped"

Half hour. 10 minutes. 2 hours. Don't matter. As long as you make that statement.

NYPD did that.

Sure i can ask Tree, tree why ain't you posted that? Taught them?

But why didn't NYPD pull out thier hands and say NBC, FOX. Where's them videos of what we use to do and so we can stop and make this shit right in the streets?

Thata all i did. That's all im doing now. Yeah I'm,the most brilliant and all

But the last since November i been telling y'all "shake them tail feathers"

How is Gary Trump's brother going into human trafficking for 24 years to be found by me. Then murdered by his brother that took his name and lied about who he was? And his brother didn't care. He said "ill go by Gary. It don't matter. Hes worked hard under my name"

How is the ACTUAL Donald Trump not allowed to be in a Black Lives Matter movement? How come no one is shaking their tail feathers to a man killed by the government for greed and white power?

The faux Donald Trump that is our impeached President is a racist.

So why isn't his brother being named? Black Lives Matter.

One person says "Let's Shake Our Tail Feathers".

Dont matter if you believe me. Its the movement. Quite literally.

Its confusing and alive and can make us all sick. It is its own plague. "Shake ya tail feathers" it's a mental plague if you refuse truth.

Regardless how i named it. I still taught it and spoke it. And led y'all to dance it.

Bye bye stress. Bye bye human trafficking.

Bye bye inequality.

Instead it's crazy

It was already planned to be crazy. Burning down buildings calling them Liberty Torches.

Civil Rights . Civil Liberties . take No Justice/Fairness and make it a sight to behold.

Is it fair to me financially to burn down my own economicially profiting legally businesses to make a Park and Garden where you can get fresh and,free vegetables and fruit for life? HELL FUCKING NO.

I got to pay security and taxes and i don't get a single domestic dime in return.

Kids go play on my slides and swings and wear them out having too much dam fun. Then i gotta spend More Money to make sure i am making sure they even get a single second to know what fun is.

I spent my whole life working. Every dam day.

One day I went out and I was 18 years old and i heard laughter. And i didn't know what it was. What made people laugh? How could people even be happy? Or want to laugh?

I was 18 years old. Didn't under stand a human thing.

And it just kept going and going and going. I wanted it to stop. I wanted to do whatever it took. And I didn't know why. Because i got my car keys out and opened my car door the second time that day. This time to make it stop. I put my car key between my fingers. Next thing i knew, I was sitting back down. And starting the car. Obviously my mom knew I was crazy with worry. And lost my mind. Shoved my ass back in the car and said "no you're just gonna leave and leave those innocent people alone"

I was so angry and bitter. And now my life is even worse.

If I couldn't attack them people. No one else can attack innocent people in public.

I don't care how fucked up you are. YOU CAN'T ATTACK SOMEONE FOR THEIR FREEDOMS.

Laughter. Black Lives Matter. Blue lives MATTER. All lives MATTER.

Some ignorant fool was arguing with a store clerk saying how her Black Lives Matter sign offended him

Watch me, #BLM #BLM ONE OF THOSE IS BLACK. ONE OF THOSE IS BLUE. TOGETHER WE ARE BRUISED BLACK AND BLUE.

Why can't y'all see and accept that?

We can't we be one. One truth.

One life to live

I can't live as Cleopatra or anyone of my past lives. I can't even live the life I led in the 90s. I can't even walk

We have one life to live and this is it.

So do we kill each other? Or do we protect each other?

Why aren't we being One?

When you're alone you can think of only you. You realize how important you are. We all need alone time.

When im with you i can only think about how important you are.

There isn't enough room in my brain to say how important we both are at the same time unless we do and think and act the same way all day long. Even for twins and clones its impossible.

So in my brain and in yours. You can only think about how much ONE life matters at a time.

ONLY ONE LIFE IN THIS WORLD MATTERS. WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?!

We. Our. Us. You can't stop a great combination.

Power and love = unified. Unity. United.

Watch me, #BLM #BLM ONE OF THOSE IS BLACK. ONE OF THOSE IS BLUE. TOGETHER WE ARE BRUISED BLACK AND BLUE.

Stop the pain. Hold our hands. Let the love flow. Let the Heart speak until it sings.

So yesterday old Blackfeet and Regina didn't see each other for the DUMBEST thing. She said "oh baby ill move in the nursing home with you"

He says something all "nonsense that's dumb shut up" all Grumpy Bear.

I don't even want to be with you.

So i talked to Michael about their unique situation.

He could had said "I'm well enough to move into a regular home with you. We don't need the nursing home. I moved to (US state) to be with you. To be close to you because you mean more to Me than Anything in the world. And you deserve a big ole castle. Because i love you and we gotta do all this best and right. No nursing home. We got another 50 years plus i wanna be doing you on the kitchen table and not here. All I can smell is stinky old man diapers from the neighbor"

And she could said had he continued the fight "oh idk what I'm saying I've never even seen the nursing home. Do you mind i come visit you there? Id really like that"

It would taken ONE. Only one to stop their ninny war.

And they would been holding each other. With love.

Instead of living in Hell.

So, now what happened was we put it all on old dad. Because hes the Black Beethoven who can suddenly sing a ballad of symphony in the midst of telling some real bad history truth.

Then moments later Regina said "well i could said something different, too".

It takes two to tango.

So I challenge y'all to punch inequality in the face. BLM. there is no difference between.

Black. Blue. Red. Purple. Yellow. Green. All bruises.

Challenge each other. Black and blue.

Force it. There is no difference and it must be seen.

Chant it. Turn on the "Boombox" and dance together. Dance if some won't. But do it in their face.

Laugh. Be happy. In their face.

If they're bitter like an 18 year old me and don't have a Angel Mommy to bust their ass back down into a sitting position. Someone will beat the shit out of them. Someone will stop them and i Will go after them and send you services for legal and medical. Free.

Acknowledge.

You are hurt. I am hurt.

Lets Live. Lets be happy.

Lets try. Trying makes perfect.

"MOVE BACK"

"TAKE THAT FIRST STEP"

"MOVE BACK"

"SEE WE ARE HURT SAME AS YOU" point out the ones that have fear. The ones that try to intimidate. -- The I Can See You -- let them scream in your face youre nothing but a piece of shit. And yell back they're someone inside a police uniform. And you can see it.

Beat their asses like fucking Care Bears.

Teach you a little photography. 1. Dirty lens. Dry skin. 2. Lotions the skin. Hannibal lectur. 3. Cleans the lens. 4 & 5 close up with flash. 6&7 close up without flash.

After meeting some kids in college. Native Americans from tribes near Gallup. Very very. Very Racist.

I began to question my life long believe of how I could live with being a military based person. And being an Native American.

I didn't know. I just knew i could and it wasn't fair to me to destroy the very being of me. Simply because it don't make sense without actual factual historical documents.

Remember Oregon Trail was First. That made Atlas.

Then down the coast to find gold. So NM DONT KNOW SHIT ABOUT NO FUCKING TRAIL OF TEARS SO GET OUT MY FACE.

And so my owl... Its every thing. I didn't design it normal. It has wings that are out stretched yes.

But it has a secomd pair of wings. Which are pins from the United States Coast Guard. Those wings are like hands. To do things close by to the body.

Its slightly designed after a Hindu God. She has 6 arms.

Here the wings are keeping the body warm and safe and sound.

How could myself own an owl to represent my secret past of S.Leigh if it can't have hands to represent both my heart and mind?

There figlirliee on the head. That's not for me. Its because I think about you. The mass population of Earth.

I need more simply than what the Earth can provide in the reality of which exists on Earth.

There's an hour glass of water on it's side, traveling... My baby bird is flying with an hour glass.

If you look. You'll see a woman under and between the two shields. And she has "duck lips"

For the real "Not Gary Donald Trump"

Her lips are actually a heart. But they look off..

A rose each sits above the shields. A diamond in the midst of the tail feathers.

No piece

No area.

Is just a feather. A stroke of color.

Each is an item. There's no nothing. It is all something

The military did not just beat us and we took it as Muscogee Creek Nation. We built an Atlas. Recivejed the City of Atlantis -- the Spain sent supplies to help us for years. All the way from Florida.

There was Something. It all wasn't nothing

Or for nothing. Everyone looks for the truth. Looks for the Lost City of Atlantis and i am the one who sunk it. Because I am the Goddess.

The diamond has a purple eye. Diamonds are the hardest and toughest known substance.

Well i know my mind is gonna cut you and rip you apart from what I've seen. So my eyes are like diamonds. My mind

Our tounges are diamonds. We can slash each other apart.

Or we can acknowledge the riches we have.

My Ultimate Challenge is for the police to create a barricade when necessary. No weapons in hand. Hands on the top of their heads and chant BLM Bruises are the same.

We know black bruises hurt the worst, the same level as red.

Then purple. Then blue. Green and yellow rarely do.

So please fight blindness and inequality with me.

And please post it on the national news and international news. So that we know as a world we all fight together

Whether it's in the couches or in the streets.

Thank you for trying.

[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

I'm so happy to hear the kids abducted to Hong Kong got to hear and see and talk to their hero that saved them today through Zoom in Brian's phone!!!

It was so lucky and such perfect timing that he called me today while the military crews were still resting in China and Wendy was able to pinpoint their locations directly!!

He truly is their Hero and we are so lucky!

I have dreamed about him for years and for years have been waking up from nightmares telling Brian McGruff is a bad dog... But always the dream would be gone when i woke up or it was before it started happening and no one knew

I even had a feeling when I ordered the kits... So I'm not sure how these kids feel through the cracks because they were on my soul to save.

I also didn't know know about human trafficking like I do now, so I think the whole "Sabrina you just have a bad feeling because it reminds you what could happen..." Is how

A few other companies, too... I had a whole list. So Thorn is gonna check that out.

It just takes one person to prove a mood. I had a list of 17 companies that day then 26 more over the next week that I had this nag on while I was "picking on" Crime the McGruff Dog

Since I kept saying it that way in 2016 and I never ever messed up his name before they took down a list of companies associated with him according to my feelings and it was an unusual list.

So this man has likely saved nearly 30 times as many children as he could have hoped.

We will soon find out. In return he's to receive a mansion an economically stable brand new automobile. Fully paid.

Because I've dreamed of him, his voice and everything. He truly is an Earth Angel.

For nearly half a decade he's been the solution to my night terrors. I know why ask those children cried. I want to cry, too, And my tears are warm.

The children were mutated and mutilated. Arms cut off and sewn onto their foreheads and given all sorts of horrible viruses and drugs.

Tree just gave them their own fresh bodies. Replicas. Some back to the age/look they were kidnapped at, some slightly grown, according to the agreement between child and parent whichever they liked the sound of best, the child's preference being the ultimate decision maker. Their DNA4U will state and show they are replicated due to the reasons of faster healing and less overall damage that would cause future problems plus they got upgrades like bullet proofing, extra speed, strength increases, stuff like that. And extra extra heavy COVID19 instead of 3 feet you'll get it at 10 feet bad enough to kill you nearly instantly.

But they were horribly mistreated, starving, mental and physical torture, so much.

So I know to talk to the one rare person in the World that could save them and did was certainly very good heart and soul medicine.

So I'm glad he called me again and I didn't answer and Brian called back from the plane.

Yes of course. He flew to Enid then China then Hong Kong... You can make a man retire but you can't ever make a man quit. And I'm glad. Just so those kids could talk to their hero.

So lucky. Of all the hundreds of people working there he's been there only 6 months. And he took that initiative to just check...

Today living kids was 443.

Dead was 198,675 which tree ghosted back to life. (Gave new bodies)

Nearly a quarter of a million children.

Times 3 is 600k then add a zero. Looking at maybe 6 million kids and young adults...

Tree estimates 400M

So a huge round of applause and a right tight hug.

And he deserves amazing amounts of pats on the back because that list would just sat around keeping dusty.

This is that old fashioned detective work like sitting at a gas meter while some one is down trying to find out how to save people (aliens included) from dying in a gas chamber and they're up there making sure that gas isn't turned on to kill the girl doing all the work -- he couldn't hear people downstairs through the street and i could get the truth out easier and faster before they even knew and I was always happy to get the news while he was just mad and angry. So i was the better to go. Cause everyone was always happy to see me. Cause I was always super nice and all interested in what they were doing.

Now unfortunately not so much.

But Charles was starting to get nightmares after my list and had came up with 14 more companies from coming from the same way i had came up with my list... So he talked to some the other people that felt creeped out about the assignment I insisted on doing and they also all added each two and then some kept a private list... Which they slowly added after verifying the company was then clean.. It started in 2013 these bad dreams.

So every time it happened or they started their nightmares they added to the list.

Overall 642 companies we dreamed of or felt or somehow had a psychic connection to. I dreamed of kids and old people and women. Some people only dreamed about men. Some just kids.

The companies we have left is 642 to check out as they hadn't had yet done any bad and no dreams or any thing has came up since...

Which isn't happy, we now know, but good news is whatever bad has happened we can fix is super special and magical ways.

So we have Thorn, CIA, Military, some FBI and some others to check what's been going on and see.

So that's about 8 Trillion that have been affected. But at least 6 Trillion have already been retrieved.

So this one single person has done the miraculous. The biggest miracle we have been waiting for on a personal level. For me its been 7 years but 6 since 9 other people started having their dreams affected and the lists began.

So 10 of us with nightmares. Night terrors. Waking up screaming or shaking or scared. And not knowing why but having a name, a company label. Sometimes or often a place on a map... As close to the actual GPS coordinates of longitude and latitude. Wake up listing numbers for no reason. Numbers that make no sense N 316941027865389421. Over and over.

Brian would look at me "what the fuck are you trying to do Morse code?"

"I'm trying to sleep thank you very much. Alan and Naomi. 38652361 I think you just messed me up"

One person. One person can make a difference. That's all it takes. One person.

One person to make sense of all these nightmares.

We don't need to be saved from them... They didn't bother so much... We could wake up. Be safe in our beds. Joke it out.

But there's people. Innocent children. Innocent adults that wake up into real living nightmares every single day.

And one person today made the phone call to make thst difference to about 200,000 kids and over 400,000 parents. And siblings and grandparents. Friends.

Just today he changed the world for at least a million whom now have a missing child come home.

Made one million hearts smile and backs release tension and sorrow.

And now we're looking at 2 trillion lost people. Who have kids. Who have parents. Grandparents. Friends.

Were gonna have at least 6 trillion hearts heal then there's soulmates so that's gonna be 12 trillion

Due to one phone call. That was all I needed.

I had heard him say he couldn't find his soulmate... And he didn't go trying to save her or find her today

He knew it was just kids.

But he knew it was missing kids because the people getting ID kits were told not to call the police only call the dog. He could see clearly kids were being abducted and they had a rating system on "easy to kidnap to hard" and the easy were always reported within weeks.

He knew it was his civil duty to call and report it somehow... But he didn't know to who or how.. Who would take it seriously.

This crazy lady might...

Im very sensitive to red flags. He didn't even have to explain. I was already on it in less than 2 minutes.

So the world is so lucky to have him and the kids today so lucky to be in Hong Kong when we just busted 600k China's citizens home.

I mean you can't get more miraculous than that!!

You would think...

But leave it to the true McGruff the Crime Dog to make sure it did.

Because it did.

Tree will update us later how extremely far this miracle went

From one person hoping and praying and taking that leap of faith.... After 10 following their true instincts and intuition.

Intuition is so important you guys. If you hadn't understood why i hope now you finally get it.

Last night I trusted mine and we pulled 13 million from slavery. That's 26 million directly affected with soulmate syndrome. Then parents that makes it times two. So 52 million then grandparents and kids...

Then one person trusted his. And kaboom an estimated 12 Trillion frowns are gonna turn upside down.

Then we are getting these bad guys off the streets, out of their homes, immediately. Hopefully they're checked thoroughly and then killed. I'm done with this baby sitting shit. Back to good ole South Texas and manual strangulation in vans after being kidnapped...but now technology has made it so much different. Much simpler to catch someone in the act. And fuck this court system, it's WWIII. Its military. We will find them guilty without a reasonable doubt and simply kill them.

There is no fucking reason over 18 million people were kidnapped in late 2019 (after October) or in any fucking time in 2020.

What is the point of a trial? Those people whom went to jail in 1990 for 20 years for kidnapping are doing it again. I sent 700 to jail. 36 are actively kidnapping. 642 are financially benefiting. The remaining are probably dead. 12 people.

Tree says i make him laugh. They are dead.

So out of 700 they're dead or kidnapping or in the human trafficking market.

So, there is No change and no Rehabilitation. There is PROOF.

So human trafficking ass holes y'all can thank those 688. Because now you're all just gonna fucking die.

What are you gonna do to me? Not a dam thing. That's what. So think about bull shit. Cry about your stupid life. I don't care.

But I'm taking all your money to pay the victims and im killing you, human traffickers.

And you ain't doing shit about it.

And those about to be trying to hurt someone to retaliate. I already put alerts on you.

So when you're pushed out a plane in the middle of no where so wild animals can eat you... Well don't complain to me. Animals need to eat, too

And surviving good humans. Don't worry... When the bodies hit the ground. They pretty much explode so they're just ground meat basically and bones crush and they wre just big piles of food. They don't look human

So some bear isnt going to come out the mountains and be all "man I just ate something that looked like you and was mighty tastey!" The bodies are unrecognizable.

If you're curious... Idk if you still can.. We used to can look up bodies that had been tossed or jumped out of Windows. Back in 2000 I found a website and I would go through and examine them and see which were pushed and which had jumped

I could tell the difference. Anyway if they're in Google you'll see they don't look human. They're pretty gross -- some do -- so ew be careful but from the plane height trust me they do not.

And its very careful with software to show no damage to trees or animals will occur.. And the software is very intelligent and cautious and only certain types of people can access it. Like a kidnapper can't turn on the computer and see where and how. But a Clark Kent or Louis Lane or someone can. But if an evil Donald Trump sits down next to, the software will shut down. Immediately. And lock out any user until hes removed.

I'm not fucking dumb. Sometimes I just don't know what to do and Need an Earth Angel to make one phone call

Or a guilty person to confess. Or a clue. A bad dream. A nightmare in my sleep. Or being in the right place at the right time. Like when the kidnappers gas up at night at the gas station.

Otherwise I'm fucking brilliant. Overprotective and caring.

So any one tries to dump innocent people out of planes, the door simply will not open. Magic it is called. Its already happened. And it will not happen again.

Anyway for all the 007 Peirces that can stab so hard it hurts and heals at the same time.

This one is for you.

Thank you!

Lets really bust a move on that intuition. Its a life saver.

Man we are so so so so so so lucky today!!!

I couldn't be more thank ful!!

All of our military and cops that are ready and qualified and remember how to rescue from bunkers.

We need y'all. Don't forget to stay safe and well.

And our essientals and just our stay homers.

And beach goers.