#no and the craziest part was half way through her rant when she stopped and looked at me and was like

[kaleidoscopeaglow]

today my older coworker (no clue how old exactly but at least mid fifties) told me that she declined a job offer bc the interviewer told her their pronouns at the beginning of the interview

[tirorah]

Road to Berlin’s Episode 12 Is a Spectacular Finish to a Spectacular Show

It was damn good!

After the slightly tame setup Episode 11 provided, it fell to Episode 12 to deliver the payoff not just to the finale that Episode 10 started, but also to wrap up the overarching story of the entire season. And oh boy, did it do just that!

First, let’s talk about our favorite looming antagonists with barely any world-building, the Neuroi! Well, they once again upped the creepy factor by replicating World Capital Germania. How they managed to do this is still unclear, as the city never left the planning stage; it truly does seem like the Neuroi don’t just consume for sustenance or whatever, but also that they can replicate whatever they find in the territory they conquer. Of course, none of this matters much to the story at hand, but it does give us a tiny bit of world-building on them, and it would also explain some of the more bizarre Neuroi designs. Do you remember the Cube Neuroi? I do.

I was also intrigued by this former emperor of Karlsland who designed the plans for Germania. Whoever they were, they were forced to step down, but this raises all kinds of questions. When did this happen? How long has Emperor Frederick IV been in power? What does the mere existence of these plans imply about Karlsland’s history?

By the by, the building that was never in the plans seems to resemble the Great Hall, which was, in fact, shelved due to the start of WW2. Strike Witches occasionally gets some stuff hilariously wrong, but much of the research definitely seems on the money.

See, as far as I know, Nazism doesn’t exist in Karlsland. (Actually, that’d be pretty awkward for Karlsland, with the 501st’s logo being the way it is...) Judea was wiped out by Neuroi in the year 29; this, and several other differences in the world’s history, produced a different world than the one we know. (See the Strike Witches Historical Timeline for more information.) Culturally, Karlsland is far more akin to Imperial Germany, but transplanted into the 1940s and borrowing some iconography and designs.

There WAS tension in Europe before the Neuroi showed up and forced everyone to unite against a common enemy; would that have been enough incentive to create these plans, as well as structures like the Flak Tower? I hope we’ll find out someday. Either way, the fact the Neuroi created such an intricate city-shaped structure based on nothing but plans on paper is pretty terrifying. What else did the overrun countries have lying around when they were invaded?

Right, well, enough about the ancillary stuff. Let’s talk characters!

And cutting right to the chase: Shizuka definitively earned her spot on the team this episode. Yes, I know she technically earned it in the Movie at the earliest, and I guess Episode 10 at the latest. But Episode 10 still left me a bit wanting, as it was part of the process of building up to Shizuka’s turning point as a character. But now we reached that moment at long last, and it was everything I’d hoped to see.

First, RtB shows us how far she’s come. Her determination is nothing short of epic; she’s grown so much since her first engagement in the Movie, and nowhere is that more obvious than here. She lands a difficult shot on the bomb while flying a Striker her magic can’t handle, to the point where it’s physically hurting her to breathe. And then, she sees Yoshika trapped down below, and she finally passes the point of no return.

For the entire season, Shizuka’s been utterly obedient when it came to orders. As soon as someone dropped that o-word, she’d stop whatever action she was entertaining and went along with what she was told, even if it didn’t sit entirely well with her at times. She still does that at first, actually. But then, she finally sees something she can’t walk away from, and she decides to risk her own life to protect the girl who always throws herself into danger for others.

She saves Yoshika’s life, and even though she’s definitely not sounding well, she then takes up the fight in her friend’s defense without a single ounce of hesitation. Her switch from defense to offense is almost explosive; no talking, no checking on Yoshika, just straight-up switching on a dime. And her valiant stand is successful!

Until this happens, and once again I have to commend everyone involved in RtB on the gravity of this scene. Shizuka’s injury is devastating. The cinematography is chilling and incredibly well done: the way the beam punches through the profile shot of her body; how the beam takes all the colors with it as it leaves the screen, monochrome swiftly washing over the scene in its wake, Shizuka already pale; the trails of blood; the dilated eyes. They don’t show her crash, but it sounds awful. And then there’s the blood, positively pouring out of the hole in her body, spilling out until it even reaches Yoshika’s knees, a symbol for Yoshika failing to save her.

As the scene dragged on and Yoshika became increasingly frantic, fear slowly trickled into me again. Strike Witches doesn’t kill characters, but Shizuka was dying for sure. I was still holding on to the hope that everything would turn out okay, but there didn’t seem to be any way out, and that was a gut-punch and a half. It was seriously upsetting, and in a good way: that moment when you realize you do, in fact, care about a character whose presence you’ve questioned for the entire season.

I’d never been so happy to see a Deus Ex Yoshika hit the screen.

Now, I'm not the biggest fan of Yoshika. I do like her as a concept: the pacifist medic thrown into war. But I still feel like Yoshika’s character leans too much on her desire to protect people. It worked well at first, especially when her new companions needed someone to give them hope, but while quite a few characters showed growth as time went on, Yoshika’s always remained relatively static. And RtB’s excellent character writing has only emphasized this for me.

That’s not to say she hasn’t grown into a badass though, because she has! This episode had her at her craziest yet, leveraging the power of her grief to jump-start her magic back to normal levels. And with the fine magic control she’s been forced to work on all season, she can finally let loose and do some incredible things!

A giant shield? Try more than one! Who needs a gun when you can use your magic as a battering ram? (Trude would be so proud!) And sure, just pump so much power into your Striker that you overtake the escaping Bell-type Neuroi holding Wolf! I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Yoshika attained her final form of hax, and it was glorious.

Still, it was clear that battle, short as it was, took a toll on her. This means she’s not exactly all-powerful; it just so happens that she has some very powerful genes, and the right motivation to use them.

Anyway, it was to be expected that Yoshika and Shizuka would hog the spotlight for a bit in this final episode, and that’s all good. The others mostly filled their usual roles, but we did get some great character moments from them!

Let’s start with something adorable: Minna using Sanya as a portable telephone, and Sanya being entirely stoic about it. I was laughing so much, and even more so when Eila saw it happen!

“GYAAH!”

I also liked it when Eila and Sanya were so surprised at seeing so many Neuroi swarms that Sanya said this absolutely needless thing:

You know the shit’s hit the fan when Sanya, of all people, does this.

Oh, and let’s not forget: it was Eila and Sanya who finished off the dome! I’m not sure why everyone else decided to just fly off, but these two have their backs.

Shirley and Lucchini were a solid team. I liked how each of their personalities shone through in their mannerisms and dialogue, with Shirley being calm, perceptive and responsible, as well as looking out for Lucchini. She also made a good guess at Wolf’s hiding place.

Lucchini, meanwhile, was her adorable hyper self, chafing at the narrow tunnels which prevented her from bouncing around, and later, gleefully taking out one Neuroi tower, only to realize she was shooting at the wrong thing, and being utterly unconcerned as she switched targets. Nyroom! She’s such a playful kid.

I also really liked it when Wolf was running away, and Lucchini immediately looked to Shirley to chase it, but Shirley realized she couldn’t catch it from that distance. She’s come to understand her limits over the course of the series, which pairs well with her increased sense of responsibility in RtB.

Lynne and Perrine were once again the support squad, looking out for Shizuka and later on being quite attuned to anything regarding Yoshika. Unfortunately, they didn’t do much else of note, but that’s been a bit of a pattern for them since Episode 8. Either way, I’ll save my thoughts on that for the full season review. (Yes, I’m going to rant about the season in its entirety next. No one is surprised.)

Erica mostly fell into the same support role as Lynne and Perrine this episode, but she did make the highly useful observation of the anomaly in Germania: the big central building that hadn’t been in the plans. And of course, she was one of the determined Karlslander Witches who chased Wolf at the end, limits be damned.

Hey, while we’re on this pic: I’m pretty sure Mio has spent more time with Ursula than with Minna this season. How crazy is that?!

Mio was also here. I’m sad that we didn’t get a Mio Laugh, not even one at the end. I did enjoy how concerned she was about Shizuka’s well-being though; Mio is like Trude in that she’s quite married to her job (she’s even worse about that than Trude), and so her personal feelings can sometimes end up left behind. But she was still doing everything she could to help her friends, and she was genuinely terrified when she realized Shizuka was about to do something dangerous.

Before I forget, I even have to give a slight nod to Patton. He was good in this episode! Even though he loaded up his revolver, he never actually ended up using it; instead, he was a good supporting character. Even his “GODDAMU” was endearing!

Last but certainly not least, Minna and Trude were, again, excellent. I really loved how they worked together this episode: forming a united front when they told Shizuka she had to stay behind (like two parents telling their new kid to do what’s best for her, ha), and Minna using her reasoning and magic to navigate them through the tunnels while Trude smashed stuff.

Ah yes, Trude. Lovely, lovely Trude. When I wrote about Episode 11, I expressed bewilderment at her sudden suggestion of using the underground tunnels. How did she come by this information? Why did Minna not know? But Episode 12 had my back; Erica asked her about it almost immediately, and as it turned out, Trude had the most adorable reason of all time OMG:

All is forgiven, show. All is forgiven. The fact Trude learned everything about a subway system in a city Chris never even lived in, just to engage with her sister’s interests, is so downright cute and awesome that my love for her has once again increased to previously unimaginable levels. And she memorized it all so damn well that she planned out an entire route into the dome for them! This is the best thing ever!

I was also so, so happy for Minna at the end! In previous seasons, it was always Yoshika who dealt the final blow to their antagonist, but here, Yoshika only prevented Wolf from running away. It was Trude and Erica who pierced its defenses, and it was Minna who went in for the kill. Not only is this amazingly cathartic for her, it’s also something Minna 100% earned in this season. Episode 9 did so well in showing us how badly Minna wanted this, to secure victory for her girls and for herself, to the point where she disregarded her own views on self-sacrifice. And now here she was, maybe in the last sortie of her career, and she received the sweetest reward of all.

...Except the promised coffee in Berlin, which we never got! But that’s okay; this episode already did so much in its runtime, I can’t fault it for not showing us something that would take some time to happen.

Instead, we got something equally satisfying, and something I loved about the ending: it showed us everyone working hard to rebuild Berlin after the battle. RtB has been so good at details, at continuity and consequences, and here, we see that life moves on. Berlin is in ruins, and it’s going to take a lot of elbow grease to get it and the rest of northern Karlsland back into shape. But with people returning and the 501st doing everything they can to help, reconstruction will surely succeed.

And Perrine will one day conquer the world with her army of adopted children!

Life also moved on in a different way. As it turned out (or maybe I just forgot about this?), Wolf was one of two hives in Karlsland. The other one is located somewhere in the south, and thus, the 501st continues their battle for peace. I wonder if this means we’ll get more 501st content down the line? It hasn’t been ruled out, and it’d be amazing to see where these girls go next. (I demand more coffee scenes!)

[imaginexwwe]

First Fight (DEAN AMBROSE)

(@lunatic-svillain) Dean and Reader’s first fight (A) RGUING (F) LUFF (H) UMOR (they’re teens in this)

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Warning: NONE

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Writer’s Note: Not sure if this is funny but some parts may be lol

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Y/N stomped into the house, slamming the door behind her, as she made her way over to the couch.

“I was wondering when you were gonna be home.” Her mom said with a small smile on her face while she wiped her hands on her apron.

Ignoring her mom’s happy demeanor, Y/N shrugged her off before checking her phone and locking it soon after.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?”

“Dean…” Y/N almost immediately replied with a mumble, still avoiding eye contact with her mom.

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Y/M/N sighed, making her way over to Y/N after hearing her daughter’s boyfriend was the reason for her sour attitude.

“Wanna talk to your mom about it..?” She asked curious as to what could’ve happened so early into this relationship.

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“When I was in the hallway this morning, heading to my locker, I saw Dean talking to this new girl…” Y/N began the first of many sentences in her rant. “They were laughing and everything and when I walked up to him, you know just to see what was going on.” She added trying to sugar coat the fact that she was being a bit of a snoop. “He just brushed me off and acted like I didn’t exist. So I broke up with him after school.” Y/N finished gaining a sympathetic nod from her mom.

As the words came out of her mouth, Y/N became more than aware that the situation sounded beyond stupid.

Especially for someone her age that prides herself on being mature.

I mean, she was less than a month from being seventeen for goodness sake.

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“That’s it? Y/N’s mom asked in a whisper, after hearing her daughter’s reason for ending her seven month relationship.

"And he gave her a ride after school…”

The older woman nodded trying to hold back a laugh.

She couldn’t recall the last time her daughter was this childish.

“So, you’re mad cause he was talking to a girl? And cause he gave her a ride?”

Her daughter groaned before rolling her eyes from Y/M/N’s questions.

“How are you not getting to Mom? He took off with her, and not me…” She heard her daughter say with a pout.

“But didn’t you just say you broke up with him?” The only sane person in the room asked, now getting confused.

She watched her daughter’s arms fly up in to the air, before coming back down. “Yesss…” She said dragging out the s. “But I didn’t mean it. Duh…” The sixteen year old finished just before there was a knock at the door.

“… If that’s Dean, I’m not here.” Her daughter added before taking off for the stairs.

I am too old for this, the older woman thought to herself with a laugh as she opened the door.

“Hi. Dean, sweetie.” She said with a smile. “And hi, to you too…” Y/M/N quickly added after noticing a red head who looked to be about her daughter’s age, standing next to him.

“Oh this is my cousin, Becky, Mrs. Y/L/N.” Dean replied, introducing his smiling cousin. “She just moved here from Ireland a few months ago, and transferred to the same school as me and Y/N.”

The older woman nodded throwing another smile to the quiet red head. “That’s nice.” She replied, adding a quick, “I hope you’re enjoying America,” And turning back to her daughter’s boyfriend. “Y/N’s in her room.” The woman added soon after all ready knowing that had the real reason he’d be over.

The teenage boy returned a smile of his own showing off his dimples before giving her a polite, “thank you,” and running off in the same direction that her daughter had a minute or two ago.

Y/M/N returned to the kitchen to finish her previous task, making dinner.

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“Babe…” Dean said, cautiously peeping around his girlfriend’s room before fully opening the door and entering. “Y/N.”

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Y/N took a deep breath while hiding in her closet.

She had ran in there the second she’d heard footsteps coming up the stairs, almost instantly suspecting it was her boyfriend.

I mean it could’ve been her mom, but the stomps seemed a little to loud.

And it could’ve been her dad, but he was at work for at least another hour and a half.

Unless he had come home early, then in that case, I would’ve just looked like a bigger fool hiding in my closet.

Taking one last look into the handheld mirror she’d grabbed when making her run into the closet, Y/N dropped it after realizing there was no trace of tears on her cheeks before coming out.

“Dean.” She said, quickly clearing her voice after realizing she sounded as if she’d been crying.

“Were you in here crying?” Dean questioned giving her a concerned look, but only getting a careless shrug as a reply.

“Maybe…”

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“How come?” Dean again questioned his girlfriend, while taking a few more steps into her room.

“Because Dean…” Y/N began with a loud, dramatic sigh. “We’re broken up, and that’s what girls do, okay? Gosh.”

He looked at her, raising an eyebrow before a chuckle came from him. “I didn’t know you were serious about that.” He replied still laughing. “I wouldn’t have even come over if I knew you were serious.”

“I wasn’t serious, Dean.” The girl in front of him said almost immediately, crossing her arms. “But you seemed to take it serious when you left me at school, while you ran off with that pretty re–”

Why’d she stop talking? Dean wondered to himself after Y/N got quiet but then got his answer when he heard a screech sound off in the room.

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“You brought her to my room?” Y/N said a little louder than she’d wanted to. “How dare you, Dean,” She continued, her eyes widening at her sudden thought. “And my mom let you.” She gasped in disbelief. “Mother!”

“Y/N, relax.” Dean said trying to quiet his girlfriend. “Her name’s Becky and–”

Another gasp was let out from Y/N, this one more dramatic than the last one. “She has a name?”

“Doesn’t everybody have a name?” Becky, who’s been silently watching everything unfold, giggled from her cousin’s girlfriend’s outburst.

“And an accent..?” Y/N mumbled to herself covering her mouth and walking over to her bed, flopping down. “Oh Dean,” She said again, this time directing her words to her boyfriend, “I see why you would like her. She’s pretty, she’s got an accent, she looks like she has a great taste in fashion, she’s–”

“My cousin.” Dean said interrupting Y/N’s rambling.

If even possible, both Y/N’s eyes and mouth widened even more as she got quiet, suddenly at a lost for words.

“Your cousin…” Y/N quietly mouthed after being in shock for at least a minute, the foolish feeling coming back while the days events rushed through her mind. “His cousin…”

The most recent one’s stinging the most.

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“Y/N…” Dean whispered quietly as his girlfriend sat on her bed in silence. “You okay?”

“Not really.”

Dean sighed going over and sitting next to her. “Babe, it’s okay…” He began as he pulled her in for a side hug, leaving a kiss in her hair. “She’s been in America for months now, so I should’ve introduced you two sooner.”

“You should’ve.” Y/N spoke up again, with a nod. “Then I wouldn’t have been looking like the crazy girlfriend her cousin’s dating.”

A smile appeared on Dean’s face as he stood up, taking his girlfriends hand and pulling her up. “Y/N this is my cousin Becky.” He said glancing at his cousin. “Becky, this is my girl.”

“It’s nice to finally meet you,” Becky began before shooting a playful glare to Dean, “I wanted to introduce myself at school this morning but after you went off, Dean said it should be better to let you have your moment.” Becky finished with a smile, speaking up once more after letting the couple have their moment. “And believe me, you’ll soon realize you’re not the craziest in the relationship.” She finished with a playful smirk directed towards Dean.

“That makes me feel better Y/N replied, both girls breaking out in giggles as Dean let out a quiet groan.

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[flaming-potato-arson]

Cookie Crumbs, Singing, and Bad Dancing

So I entered the VLD Halloween Exchange (I never got anything but nm) and got @fumiikage. Here’s my entry from 2 ish weeks ago.

“We need to piss Iverson fucking off!”

“He did dare us to enter the talent show.” Hunk reminds Pidge, walking side by side to her in hallway. A laptop and what Keith thinks is a robot is pressed to her chest, a cord dangling by her knees. Shiro’s already tried to wrap it around her wrist but it came unwound anyway. He’s glancing over her shoulder to make sure it somehow doesn’t mysteriously grow an extra feet and trip the no-sleep genius. “Yeah,” Keith says, lifting and stretching his arm awkwardly so a girl can slip past him in the hallway. He tries not to hiss when his elbow hits the dorm wall when she’s past. “But he’s expecting us to do something crazy to win. We need to do the most classic, white thing ever. His favorite. And ruin it for him, so he’ll never forget the time we showed him up when he sees it. Really throw him for a loop and get his blood boiling.”

“White thing” Allura repeats to herself, tucking her face into her scarf a little more. She shifts closer to Shiro unconsciously.

Outside, it’s mid-winter and snow decorates half the city like frosting on a lumpy cupcake. December break is a week and a half  away, and he’s ready to escape the Garrison's dorms for as long as possible. For a prestigious high school, this place was bat shit insane most the time.

(He couldn’t deny he liked it.)

“Iverson has been playing Christmas music non-stop in class. Singing Christmas songs is white-person-y” Pidge trails off, biting her thumb. “We need someone who can sing.“ She snaps her head up, light reflecting off her glasses haphazardly. Keith feels his shoulders jump, but he ignores it to catch Pidge’s rant as they walk through the hall to Lance’s dorm. The one he shared with Keith and Hunk.

"-Iverson is a dick, as we all know, so of course he plays the oldest, catchy Christmas ear-worms...Jingle Bells isn't good enough, Carol of the Bells is too old-fashioned to ruin it, Hark the Harold Angel Sings needs a damn chipmunk to hit those notes" she snaps, nearly dropping her robot. "All I Want for Christmas is You is his favorite. He played it for an hour and a half straight, I kid you not. I can still hear it in my ears. The whole class probably can. Let's wreck it."

"Alright, so we've picked the song. Now we just need somebody to sing it." Keith nods, recalling the cheery music and screams he had heard passing Iverson's class one day. "Knowing Iverson, they'll have to sing it perfectly. Otherwise, he'll find a way to criticize it." Shiro pointed out, turning the corner behind Pidge. "So, we just need someone with the voice of an angel." Allura snorts. "Plenty of those here, in an academic and sports based boarding school." Hunk adds, stopping in front the door to his, Keith's, and Lance's dorm. "Maybe Lance will know someone?" Allura sounds hopeful. Hunk's silver key slots in the key hole with a quiet click.  "Who doesn't he know?" Pidge asks, tossing a look over her shoulder. Hunk twists the key and the knob. "We'll just have to look around and hope for the best."

Two things waft out of the open door: the warm smell of peanut butter cookies baking. They aren't Hunk's, but warm cookies always remind Keith of late nights sitting cross legged in front of the stove with a younger Shiro, watching round circles of dough bake. The tile floor would be warmed by the dingy stove in front of them, and they'd guess which ones would end up burnt. It was usually most of them. 

And the voice of a literal angel.

If he was a sinner, this voice would be the thing that made him repent.

It's gorgeously high and low, clear and in tune with the song. Each syllable is strong, concise, and obviously practiced. It was the voice of an angel rehearsing. It was beautiful. It was-

"-every mistletoe, until I know it's true love, he thinks of, so next Christmas, I'm not all alone boy- "

Singing a pop song.

"Santa, tell me, if you're really there-"

Keith slowly steps inside, clutching his messenger bag in his hand so it doesn't bang off his hip and hit the wall. Edging inside, he beckons two crooked fingers at the team of Verified Organisms Looking To Rage On Nit-Pickers (they didn't count the p because of the hyphen) to inch inside with him. Cautious breath sharpens his focus. Carefully, he peers into the kitchen.

A tacky radio plays out the song on the countertop. The window is closed, grey curtains leaving the lights to electrically brighten the room.  A tall, young woman twists the dials on the stove, long, light brown hair trailing neatly down the slope of her back. "Santa tell me, if he really cares-" Scattered dirty mixing bowls and a mess of cookie cutters and leftover cookies dough are placed around a smiling, red-faced toddler. He laughs, grabbing at the long, tan fingers playing with him, combing his hair or tugging his clothes.  The hands lead up to skinny arms with lean muscle, which curve inward to broad shoulders and sharp collarbones above a solid chest and narrowed waist. Rocking heels sway long legs and hips.

"-someone to hold, be my fire in the cold-"

All of that (glorious body) was under a smooth neck and narrow chin. Soft lips sing out the next line.

"-Or if it's true love, that he thinks of, -”

Lips he's seen before.

(Okay, fantasized.)

That glorious voice, is coming from Lance.

Lance fucking McClain, the memeiest of VOLTRON and target of Iverson.

Hell yes.

“Lance! You can sing?" Pidge screeches. Two reactions whip through Lance. His left arm is a literal blur as he smacks the radio off the counter. Cradled in his right is his baby nephew. Surprise and concern (and a little bit of fear and something new) sharpen his face.

"You bet your life my brother can sing." The woman snorts, turning around from where she had bent to take out a sheet of cookies. "Our uncle was a chorus teacher and no way in this world was he going to leave his nephew tone deaf." She slips off the oven mitts and dusts off her hands.  Her wide, demanding posture looked hilarious compared to Lance's awkward one. The toddler stretches out his arms from Lance's hold. His mom hauls her purse on her shoulder, throws the bowls in the sink, and takes the gurgling kid from Lance. "Name it, Lance can sing it. That's the last tray, I hope you won't eat all of them yourself, but that's always a hope. I've got to get home, love you little bro, don't forget to study!" A Confident Mom Whirlwind passes them in the hallway before the door in being closed with a bang.

"Hey, Lance. I've got a plan..."

"Oh God, oh God, that's a big crowd..."

Lance sways side to side in place, hand discreetly holding back part of the curtain. Loud, rambunctious teenagers and stoic teachers fill the seats. The Talent Show would start in 5 minutes, but Lance wasn't even going first. His fidgeting hands shouldn't be tugging at his jacket this early. That new, unusual emotion shouldn't be playing in his face. "Hey," Keith says. "Want to make fun of the other acts while we wait?" "What?" Lance asks, dropping the curtain back into place. The audience disappears behind it.  His pink face is turned towards Keith and his arms are wrapped around his stomach.

"Well, see that girl on stilts?" Keith points to the girl in the 4 foot stilts and strange sheets. "Give me the craziest story for her.” "Ah" Lance bites the tip of his finger, clearly thinking, checks still light pink. (Holy shit- that is cute, get it together Kogane-) "Girl high on smoke from burning hotel room that was used by a drug dealer becomes stilt walker?" Keith snorts. "Sure. Now, what's his?"

"Now, Lance McClain, singing "All I Want for Christmas is You!" 

This time, Lance's cheeks are starting to burn and Keith can clearly tell what that emotion from the first time he heard Lance sing was: embarrassment.

He steps on stage, pushing back the curtain, leaving the rest of VOLTRON in the shadowy wings of the stage

Even in jeans and a baseball tee, he's damn gorgeous, bright lights bringing out his beauty.

He stands. Brings the mic to his lips.

"I don't want a lot for Christmas..."

(The note hangs in the air and Lance's cheeks are on fire.)

Except Keith.

Impulsively, he jumps out on to the stage, ratty flannel on his hips and beanie smooshing his hair. He's even surprising himself.  The audience stares at him in shock, most having jumped back from the bang he made. Lance looks back over his shoulder.

Keith starts interpretively dancing.

Putting on a sassy face, he wags his finger.

Oh God, what am I doing?

There's a few giggles from the audience. But more importantly, the thing that convinces him to stay of this damn stage and make a fool of himself, is Lance's reassured smile.

"There is just one thing I need,"

He sticks up a finger and holds his hand close to his heart, sweet grin on his face.

"I don't care about the presents..."

Keith walks across the stage briskly, dismissively waving his hand.

He stops and folds himself into a box, crouching down.

"Underneath the Christmas tree..."

He springs back animatedly and hangs his arms over the spot he was in, mimicking branches.

"I don't need to hang my stocking, There upon the fireplace..."

Spinning around, he pushes a tack into the air before frowning at it.

"Santa Claus won't make me happy..."

Keith crosses his arms and huffs. 

"With a toy on Christmas Day!”

With loud, heavy thumps he clomps across the stage like a Nutcracker.Â

"I just want you for my own, More than you could ever know..."

(God, that was true)

Keith points out to the crowd, then pokes the top of his head.

"Make my wish come true, All I want for Christmas is you, You baby!"

First, he clasps his hands together and turns to them imaginary sky. And then, he points to the crowd and makes incredibly awkward rocking motions.

"Oh, I won't ask for much this Christmas..," 

He crosses his arms as an x.

"I won't even wish for snow...."

This is where he takes the awkwardness of dancing horribly on stage to a new level. He shakes his head, and then proceeds to wiggle his fingers while dragging them down through the air

"And I'm just gonna keep on waiting...."

A giant clock motion that involves both his arms.

"Underneath the mistletoe!"

Pinching his fingers, Keith shakes them over his head, stepping closer to Lance

"I won't make a list and send it , To the North Pole for Saint Nick....”

He scribbles quickly and slices his hand out, like he was throwing a playing card

"I won't even stay awake to, Hear those magic reindeer click!" 

More wagging fingers and snapping.

"Cause I just want you here tonight 

Holding on to me so tight...."

Keith wraps his arms around himself and takes big, wide, spinning steps

" What more can I do?

He throws up his arms and gives the crowd a what-can-you-do-about-it face. "Baby all I want for Christmas is you! You you you baby!"

More crazed pointing and irregular rocking.

"And everyone is singing, I hear those sleigh bells ringing!”

He shakes his fists and cups his ear. "Santa won't you bring me the one I really need? Won't you please bring my baby to me?"

He sways to the song, making a fist and pulling it down to his heart. 

"Oh, I don't want a lot for Christmas, This is all I'm asking for...."

The notes are slowing down, Lance's voice really being tested. It was sweet and slow and perfect, and Keith would've given anything to bask in it longer. 

"I just want to see my baby...

Honestly shady, he points two fingers to his eyes then flicks them out at the crowd. Then, more aggressive rocking motions.

"Standing right outside my door...."

He draws a doorframe with his hands and steps through. 

"Oh I just want you for my own, More than you could ever know..."

Keith sways over to Lance, and drapes himself over his back, putting a finger to Lance's temple. "Make my wish come true...."

It's been a long, impulsive night for Keith. And with a blinding smile from Lance and warm, soft skin beneath him, Keith literally could not make the wrong choice in his eyes.

He leans around and kisses Lance square on the mouth.

After the pause, Lance pulls back, face redder than ever.

"Oh, baby all I want for Christmas is you ,yo-ou baby." The voice crack does not go unnoticed.

The crowd hoots and hollers. Wolf whistles fill the room.

Twisting Lance to face him better, Keith pulls him down to his lips. The crowd's screaming, cheering, going utterly completely wild, but their energy couldn't match the feelings in their kiss. Lance winds an arm between them, the other holding the mic, and grips the hair at the back of his neck. Keith is slowly putting his back to the crowd, shifting for a better position but too caught up in the now to move quickly. Hot, pliable lips push back against his and trust and passion charge his motions. He responds desperately to Lance, the first sweet caramel taste just a temptation for the thirst in him.

The noise Lance makes when he bites Lance's lower lip gets caught in the mic.

And now they're both red, panting. Hurriedly, Lance shoves the mic in the announcer's hand and grabs Keith, sprinting backstage, away from the screaming.

They make out in a dark corner until they hear the announcer's slightly confused voice.  

"And the winners are.... Klance? What?

Breaking their lip lock, Lance gasps for air and pulls back, gulping air deeply like it'll glue his composure together. "C'mon, we won." He smirks, quickly fixing Keith to look as presentable as possible before pulling him off the wooden block. Lance forgets to straighten his clothes.

The masses start their trademark unholy screeching.

[okmeamithinknow]

Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time pt15

Summary: Cassian meets a mysterious girl at a bar one night and falls in love… Lust… Well he’s not sure, but what follows is the craziest, most eventful night of his life. Modern AU

Chapter Title: Fighter

Rating: Remember when I said this was rated M??? Yeah, here’s some of why.

Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14

Find it on AO3 or FF

Likes and reblogs welcome

’Cause it makes me that much stronger

Makes me work a little bit harder

It makes me that much wiser

So thanks for making me a fighter

Made me learn a little bit faster

Made my skin a little bit thicker

Makes me that much smarter

So thanks for making me a fighter

“Fighter” -Christina Aguilera

Tomas

Of course it’s him. As if this night can’t get any worse. Obviously the Mother is playing some sort of sadistic game with her life, because there stands Tomas, the literal last person in Prythian she wants to see. Ever.

“Nesta. Baby,“ he slurs. The reek of stale cigarettes and cheap tequila makes her want to vomit. “I miss you so much.”

Nesta doesn’t have time for this. Not that her talk wth Cassian can’t wait a few extra minutes, but she doesn’t have the want or will to waste her breath talking to her lowlife ex.

The bathroom door slides closed with a deafening snick, leaving the only way out to run past him. Down the corridor, around a corner, and back into the crush of bodies on the dance floor. There must be another bathroom somewhere in here, she thinks, for the hallway to be so deserted in such a busy club.

She swallows, trying to shut out the memory of what he’d said the last time he’d seen her, the vile promises that he’d sworn he would do if he ever found the two of them alone in a dark alleyway. Nesta fights the urge to cower, to tremble before him. She attempts to duck around him, but as drunk as he is, his reflexes are still lightning quick as he moves an arm to block her path. Still she stands tall, stepping back like a lioness about to stalk prey, as though he hasn’t phased her.

Bile builds at the back of her throat as he looms closer. He runs a clammy hand over the bare skin of Nesta’s arm and she wonders how many showers it will take for her to stop feeling dirty after this.

“I’m here with someone,” she says, pulling away from his touch. “And he’s going to be looking for me.” Her voice is firm, commanding almost, even if inside she’s quaking in his presence.

“He’s not here now.” Tomas winks and the motion is utterly too calculated, as if he did watch their exchange on the dance floor, as if he, in all his drunken stupor, saw through their charade and knows that Cassian isn’t expecting her any time soon.

“Excuse me,” she says, words biting through the air, and moves to push past him.

But again he’s too quick, and Nesta realizes, belatedly, that the drunken act is just that, an act. Before she has time to draw breath she finds herself pinned to the wall. Tomas presses one arm across her chest and Nesta can barely breathe.

Her mind is drawn back instantly to the last time she’d been this close to him. The night they broke up. There’s a scar over his left eyebrow that she didn’t notice before. It’s fairly fresh, and Nesta would place good money on it matching the engagement ring, her engagement ring, from where she’d accidentally backhanded him at the start of their fight. It wasn’t long after that she chucked it at his face before fleeing to Feyre’s townhouse.

She needs to get away. Needs to get away. Needs to get away. But how?

“What about the girl you’re here with?” she asks. She knows its a desperate attempt to distract him, to keep him talking while she searches for a way out of this mess. If she can make it back to her sisters, the male presence alone at their table may deter Tomas. Who knows, maybe Rhys will have a chance to prove his dedication to her sister by coming to her aid.

“Amarantha?” he snorts, and then spits the resulting mess onto the ground. As if the sneer on his face and the disgusted tone of his voice didn’t clue Nesta to how he really felt about the woman he’d been sucking face with not more than fifteen minutes prior, he adds. “That whore. She’s probably slept with half of Prythian by now.”

Her body is frozen, but her brain is scrambling, scrambling, scrambling, for some way out of this. For one fleeting second she almost hopes that Cassian comes after her, that he sees Tomas and flies into a rage, beats him to a pulp. It would be no less than what he deserves.

Tomas launches into what sounds like a well rehearsed rant about their doomed relationship, but she tunes his words out, knowing he’s just spewing hatred at her, trying to tear her down. Instead she takes a calculated inventory of her chances of escaping this nonviolently.

“A year and a half,” she finds him spitting, breath putrid, when she does snap back to reality. “I wasted a year and a half of my life, because you wanted some sort of commitment before you’d sleep with someone, and even after we got engaged, you still wouldn’t give it up. Said you were waiting for ‘marriage’ to give up your virginity.”

“As if you weren’t screwing other girls behind my…” Nesta spits back, but Tomas presses himself against her, harder, effectively cutting off her air supply.

“Why don’t you just admit it, you want this? You always have.” The words are bitter and mocking and send shivers down Nesta’s spine at the cruelty of them.

"I’ve never wanted you,” she gasps as the pressure on her chest eases a bit. “You’re not worthy to even look at me.”

Some part of her had known no future lay with him. Knew about his hateful father, and that he did nothing to prevent the man from beating his mother. She’d barely let Tomas kiss her when they were together, and that day when she had ended it, he’d…

The sound of her tearing top…

Only this time it’s not in her nightmares and cold air brushes across her exposed chest. She looks down in a panic. He’s torn her shirt, one hand desperately attempting to make it’s way into her bra and the other already undoing the buckle to his belt.

He expects her to be a meek mouse, to take whatever he’s about to do to her. Because she never spoke up, never questioned the rumors she’d heard about his family until it was too late, and last time she’d been utterly unprepared for the rage.

Something in her snaps.

And this time, this time, she’s more than prepared. A year of self defense training at her local gym kicks in and it’s Tomas’ turn to be caught completely by surprise.

Nesta’s clawing and scratching at his face. Nails dig into his skin and she feels the pop as they break through, making him bleed. He shifts his free hand up into her hair and yanks on it, hoping that she’d let go. It doesn’t work. One of her legs breaks free and loops around the back of Tomas’. She gives a tremendous shove, and it knocks him off balance.

But it’s not enough to completely knock him off his feet. He stumbles backward, and one of his hand grabs onto her shoulder. Its hard enough to leave bruises on her pale skin and drags her along with him. She’s ready for it though, and lets his momentum carry her forward. Forward, driving a knee straight into his groin while the heel of her hand smashes up into his nose. There’s a sickening crack and Nesta knows she’s broken it.

“You bitch,” he hisses, but Nesta draws her fist back, and lands one more punch directly to his battered nose.

A thud resounds through the hallway as Tomas’ body hits the floor. He groans pathetically, but makes no move to get up. She gives him another kick to the stomach and refusing to turn her back to him, scrambles away from him to the nearest wall.

Nestabraces herself on her knees breathing heavily and takes stock of herself and her surroundings. Her shirt is torn irreparably, it hangs open to her naval, and there’s a gash that runs from the bottom of her bra to the middle of her stomach, from where he must have scratched her. There’s a pain on her neck. She runs a gentle finger over it and realizes he must have bit her in the struggle. The wound is shallow just enough to draw blood, but Nesta knows that it won’t leave a scar.

Her breath comes in pants as she gazes down at Tomas’ prone body. He’s not going to be getting up for a long, long, while.

She’s free. She’s free. She’s free.

She hears a noise from the end of the hall, and her head snaps up to meet a very familiar pair of hazel eyes.

As always, like and reblog!

[ryujitatsuya]

Heyyo minna, It’s Ryuuji Tatsuya! Back when I had no idea about what these award posts were all about, I remember seeing a post regarding the Leibster award. Even though I had only posted 3 things during that time and zero interaction with other bloggers, I really wanted that award and thus I read the whole post in a hope of finding my name in the post; shocking fact, I didn’t get it!

Anyways, since then I really wanted this award, and you have no idea how many times I prayed to get the Leibster award when I saw the notification of getting linked to an award post. With time, that act of mine disappeared and I somehow forgot that such an award exists.

However, thanks to the amazing blogger Chizurue, I was able to attain this childish dream of mine. I can’t thank you enough for that! Guys, please check her posts out, this coffee and cat loving comrade of mine has written some great stuff, and her Top Ten posts are just top notch! If you still don’t think that you should go then let me give you an ultimate reason to do so…….. CATS! (If nothing, you could just aww at the cute cat pics she posts in most of her works) Just hurry and go read them!

After that, I thought that maybe that’s all (Since I don’t get tagged for the same award by different bloggers at the same time period), and was waiting for the month to end to start writing the award post; but then Smile came in and gave me a reason to keep giggling all day!

This guy has a direct connection to my funny bone! I mean, his posts are just so funny that even Nestor can’t keep a stone face while reading it (My English teacher would be so proud if she saw that I slipped in a Shakespearean reference QuQ). The way he analyses or shares something about anime is really funny but still you can’t take what he wants to say lightly; a feat that most of the comedians die to attain! So yeah, if you just came in from looking at Chizuru’s blog then here, go and read Smile’s posts too. I don’t know, I want you to read them before mine! GO! NOW!

Keep clicking on the links, slaves!

Back, are you? Good. Now the day I thought I would write this post, I saw two notifications; one from WordPress and the other one from Facebook. I checked out the one from WordPress and found that Brittney has nominated me for this award too! I was really happy, and I remember laughing maniacally after reading it (My mom called dad just after seeing that, and my dad in return asked my Psychiatrist if we are too late to start diagnosis). Well after that I checked FB and a random guy was asking me for recommendations and well…. We know what happened after that (If you don’t then click here) #Shameless_Self_Promotion

So here’s another job for you guys, go and check out Brittney’s blog. I know, I know that you guys are tired from clicking around and all the other stuff but her posts are just so great and have this familiar feeling to them, which will make your heart melt. I promise this will be a wonderful experience so go on (If you don’t I’ll kill this watermelon!).

Anyways, now that the stage is set and the questions are ready; without any further delay, let’s get right into it!

RULES:

Share the link of the blogger who has shown love to you by nominating you. Answer the 11 questions.

Nominate 11 bloggers for the same award in the spirit of sharing love and solidarity with our blogging family.

Ask them 11 questions that you are dying for the answers to!

Chizuru’s Questions:

What is your crazy dream? The craziest one yet or you could list ’em! (No judgy eyes here. Pinky swear.) I’m not really that good with remembering my dream so the one that I’m going to share might be a bit vague. Anyways, in the dream, I was coming back home from my cram school as usual. It gets really dark when I come home (About 9:30 PM), but the usual path that I take is actually quite well lit. There is another way to return home, which I don’t usually take because it’s way too complex. Somehow, I found myself returning from that dark and complex alley, because the dream me is stupid (Ok, stupider than me).

So well it was ok for the first few meters but then suddenly it started to become more and more deserted; the shops and number of people got less and then BAM there was nothing, only the endlessly stretching road. I should be scared to death by all this but instead of that, I was grinning and threw away my bag on the road, laughing really loud. Then came some random beefed up guys and surrounded me, as if I were a bucket of fried chicken; but they also got strange and laughed with me. I took out a knife from my pocket (WHICH JUST HAPPENED TO BE THERE!!), and asked one of them with a cold voice, “I hope the job is done…” (Note: I wasn’t looking at anyone and was just examining my knife); that guy was a bit shook up and spoke gibberish, as if he wasn’t expecting that. “I don’t need useless people following me around”, I said in an angry tone and dashed at him, slitting his throat open. The rest of the guys ran away, as I stood there beside the body of the beefed up guy that lied there, lifeless.

Now cut to my home. I walked in and was greeted by some random strangers (Apparently, they were the members of my foster family), who rained punches and kicks at me since I was really late. My lips started bleeding when they stopped, but I wiped it as if it was nothing and went to my room. I took out the head of that guy I killed before from my bag, and placed it on the table saying, “If only you did your work correctly”. The dream ends with me writing something in my notebook; it said, “Next Sunday, kill everyone in the family yourself”

Well, I know it wasn’t creepy but it’s the only dream I recall and can put into this category.

  A character you would like to meet in real life and be fast friends with (or maybe more than friends)? WHY? (Anything from anime, manga, k-drama, books, tv series)

I actually want to have Maria from Hayate: The combat butler to be my maid, and well, become something more than that. Let’s just say, I want to achieve what Hayate wasn’t able to, a really active love life with my lovely maid, Maria~ *Le Drools*

  To follow up that previous one: Which fictional character would be the most boring to meet in real life?

Tanaka-kun. Why? Because he’s always listless.

  Favorite music or album you could listen to all day? And why? Is it the lyrics, the melody or the vocals?

I’m the kind of music lover who likes a song based on the chorus part and the background music. No matter which language a certain song uses, as long as the background music is according to my taste, I’ll listen to it a million times.

I could rant all day about my favourite songs, picking just one is unfair so here are four. I love Shape of you (Ed Sheeran), Let me hear (Fear and Loathings in Las Vegas), Fireflies (Owl City) and Mitti di Khushboo (Ayushmaan Khurrana).

  What book/anime would you recommend to someone who have never read/watched the genre (fantasy, horror, YA, mystery, erotica, poetry or anything etc.) or the type of materials to appreciate fiction (books, manga, light novels, anime, etc.). Choose one or two. The more the merrier!

Funny that I did recommend some from Romance genre to a certain someone and he ended up calling them girly. LOL, I’m kidding. But yeah, if I had to convince someone WITH A BROADER MINDSET to watch Romance genre, I would recommend him/her Toradora, and Your Lie in April. These two are series that you should never miss!

  What are you deathly afraid of?

Nothing materialistic comes to my mind at the moment, actually. So I would say that I’m afraid of not being able to tell someone how I feel before it’s too late; that actually makes me shiver in fright.

  What is the funniest word to you? (Mine is apparently ‘pengwings’. Just ask Benedict Cumberbatch) Or anything that makes you laugh when you hear it?

Womanhood. Ok this might not make you guys laugh, but I crack up on hearing this word all the time. Actually, when I first saw this word, she was referring to the…. female genitals. So, yeah…. It’s awkward now that I told you why (Still funny tho XD)

  What mythical creature would you like as a pet?

My Alias is Ryuuji, of course it will be Dragon!!

  What’s the most useless talent you have?

The ability to crack useless jokes all the time and make a complete fool of myself at any given instant (I’m kinda like Chandler).

  If you could level up humans as a species, what stat or ability would you increase? And why?

Common sense. Most of the humans need that.

  Would you rather live your entire life in a virtual reality where all your wishes are granted or in the real world? Explain your choice.

Let’s face it Virtual life will always remain virtual, Fake! No matter how many wishes are granted, it will never become reality; also, there’s no boundation that even without getting all my wishes granted, I wouldn’t be happy. So yeah, real world for the win!

Smile’s Questions:

You wake up in a windowless room with no memory of how you got there. There’s one door, but it’s locked. As you look around, you notice your family members are there as well. What is the first thing that you do?

Well of course I would do the sanest thing, KICK THE DOOR! Ok kidding, I would ask my parents if they are ok and try to investigate as to what was going on.

  A voice comes through the speakers informing you and your family that they’ve been chosen for a test. If they succeeded, then each member gets one million dollars, but you must stick together and do this as a family. The voice then says that if you wish to leave, then you can, but that means your family won’t win anything. One half of your family wants to leave, while the other wants to stay. You’re the deal breaker, which side do you go with?

To hell with this game! I’m happy with whatever we have right now, and even though a lot of my dreams might come true if I choose to take the test, who knows what might be at stake? It’s better to be safe than sorry, if I knew what was gonna happen then that’s a different story; but since it’s not, Adieu!

  If you chose to go with the game, congrats you can go through the door. If you chose to leave, then you can also go through the door. Ah, there’s only one door though and you’re forced to take part in the game regardless of whether you wanted to or not. How do you feel about this?

Honestly, I want to break those speakers and curse the hell out of that guy who told us to make the choice. If I ever run into him, he’s so gonna get punched in the face!

  The door leads to a hallway, which connects to your house. Huh, that’s weird. You guys walk into your living room and sit down. Nothing happens after. In fact, you guys sit there for a good hour wondering when the game will start but you hear nothing. Someone mentions that there’s probably no game and no money. This entire thing was due to food poisoning from the food that you made. How do you feel about that?

I would look at the one who said that, wearing a poker face. Seriously? I have been cooking some incredible dishes for the last 6 years and never have I cooked something that might create problems. How could someone say something so rude right at my face? Well, I might also challenge him/her to a SHOKUGEKI, right there right then!

  You argue your case, but no one seems to care about your words. Since nothing has happened, they decided to go with the food poisoning angle and banned you from the kitchen until further notice. Your mom tries to cheer you up, but still says the ban needs to happen. Dejected, you go up to your room only to find it trashed beyond repair. The only thing that’s okay is your mirror. When you look at it, what do you see reflected back?

My dejected face + My angry face + My confused face + My WTF face + My “Is this my room” face + My “Huh! I might as well let my all anger out in this already trashed room” face = This face.

  You let out a sigh and walk back downstairs. Someone trashed your room, but you don’t know who did it. As you’re walking down the stairs, you notice that the house is eerily quiet. Too quiet, in fact. You bend down and see your family playing ‘What time is it Mr. Wolf’ with a monster like creature. It seems like the game started, but you’re not a part of it. Why do you think that is?

Well my first action would be to google what that game is, and if it seems not to be of that much fun then I would just sit at the corner of the room and watch them play. However, if the game really is fun then I would walk into the room, look at them all, close the door, crack my knuckles and……….. Sit in the corner, because I hate it when someone interrupts me when I play something with my friends (or family).

  You try not to make a sound as you watch the game unfold. Your grandma ended up winning the game and everyone rejoices that they’re one-step closer in their goal. The monster like creature disappears and your living room goes back to normal. When you confront your family about the game, they ignore you. Everyone ignores you. It’s almost as if you’re not even there. What do you do to get their attention?

“Whoa Grandma, where the heck did you come from?” would be what I might say at first since she doesn’t lives with us.

Well if they really ignore me then I might get dejected and walk back to my room….. HA HA! SCREW THAT! If they don’t acknowledge my presence then challenge accepted, time to break all the showpieces!!!!

  Whatever you do, it doesn’t work. Nothing does in fact. So what is worse, being accused of being a food poisoner or being ignored like this?

Accused of being a food poisoner! Ignore me all you want, but do NOT call my food the cause of food poison. I have a lot of pride in that section.

  Annoyed and even more alone than before, you push by everyone and try to leave the house. That’s when you hear your mom say your name. You turn around and see her crying saying that she wishes you were still there with them. Your dad remains stoic as he comforts her. You start walking towards her and that’s when you notice it, your body on the floor of the living room. How do you react?

“Oh my God, I’m dead! I’m literally lying dead on the floor!! And- hey do I really look like that? Meh, no wonder no girl approached me be- THAT’S NOT THE CASE!! HOW DID I EVEN DIE??? Wait…. Does that mean, I can’t watch anime or eat pizza anymore??!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” is what I might say while constantly banging my head against the wall.

  Oh wait, it’s not you, it’s not even human. You bend down to take a closer look and notice that it’s just a mannequin wearing your clothes. Weird. So why was your mother crying like that? You look back at your family and they’re starring start at you. They look angry, but distant at the same time. You let out a nervous laugh and try to move, but their eyes are locked on you. This is definitely strange, but at least they’re paying attention to you now. What do you say to them in order to get them to stop?

“I…. umm..” he fidgeted a little and walked towards his parents, who were looking at him with those same angry yet distant emotions. He looks up at his Dad, then at his Mom who was crying just a few seconds ago. “I just want to say that….” He reaches out to grab their hand and locks eyes with them, and with a small sob he says, “I want to take a shit!” No sooner did he utter those words than he broke down, crying.

  You try to leave the house, but the door is locked, so you rush back to your room and close the door behind you. Your family is seriously creeping you out, but what’s even creepier is that your room is no longer trashed. In fact, it looks better than ever, except for the mirror. Before it was in pristine condition, but now it’s broken and with spider webbed cracks all over. When you take a closer look, you notice someone that looks just like you staring back. They smile and wave, even though you’re not smiling and waving. Their room is in shambles, while yours is in perfect order. The figure in the mirror leans in close and asks you a simple question: What is your favourite colour?

Simple, huh? *Breaks the mirror and looks at his parents* Enough drama for today, let’s just go to sleep.

  Brittney’s Questions:

This one is simple. Kiss, marry and kill (anime version). Tell me who you would pick for each. (3 differentanime characters)

Kiss: Maria, Rui, Holo, Ami, Sena, Ino, Ko- Oh, I have to choose one? Meh.

Marry: Maria! Oh my god, I love her so much!

Kill: The whole cast of Akame ga kill- wait…

Oh Maria..

  Who is the most attractive female/male actress you can think of? (my answer would be Keira Knightley in Pirates of the Caribbean for female, and for male, Logan Lerman or Taron Egerton) I have already answered that in my Five Flaming Hotties Tag and I’m really lazy so here comes the link bomb! BOOM!!!

  Name your top 4 voice actors / actresses for anime dubbed or subbed. I love the subbed versions since when they ramble random alien language with emotions, it just sounds cooler (Just kidding, I love them in general). I really like the voices of Hiroshi Kamiya (Especially for Araragi and Izaya), Saori Hayami (God her voice is alone to make my heart beat fast), Shizuka Ito (She’s like the queen of seductive voice) and finally, Moore Candice (How can we ever forget Maria’s English voice).

  Marvel or DC?

Neither

  If you were to be born in a past decade other than the one you were born in, what decade would that be and why?

I guess I would go into the future, maybe the third last generation before the end of the world. I mean, what could possibly be more exciting than seeing my descendants die or abandon Earth because it’s too hard to live here anymore!

  If you could bring one anime character to life and they would immediately fall in love with you, who would it be?

I actually want to struggle to love Maria so I won’t be calling her. I guess I would rather go with Rui Tachibana because, God damn!

  Do you like Christmas and if so, what is your most fond memory during this time of year?

We don’t really celebrate Christmas that elaborately so there aren’t that much of a craze here. But I do remember going out with my friends to a nearby church back in 2014 during these holidays, and that was the last time we all hung out together so I guess that’s my most delightful memories of the holiday season.

  If you were given the chance to travel to space, would you?

Of course!

  What would you like for Christmas (and no, don’t worry about ‘asking for too much’ or sounding greedy, its Christmas!)

I actually want to have a world tour without any tension about the financial problems and my studies. If not world, at least Japan, Australia, England and US; I want to meet some of my really good friends from there and if possible, my blogger buddies too.

  Top 3 countries or cities you would like to visit in the world?

I just answered it; Japan, Australia and England.

  One anime world you would like to be apart of?

I would love to be in one of those Harem anime with lots of fanservice. Even though they infuriate me a lot, I want to switch place with that lucky bastard who gets stuffed between all those supple pair of…….. Goodness. Namely, HSDXD and Monster Musume. 

NOMINATION TIME:

I’m gonna be a bit lazy this time so, 6 peeps will be nominated~

Saki

Tetrax

Sheyna Dolls

Irina

Arria Cross

Karandi

  MY QUESTIONS:

I’m sorry…… I just had to….

Would you rather go to the past or the future?

What does your dream house looks like?

If you could have any three cars, then which one would they be? Give a pic too.

How would your ideal  partner be like?

Would you rather trade someone’s intelligence for looks or looks for intelligence.

If you were an animal or mythical creature, what would you be?

According to you, what is the best thing about anime?

Which anime couple do you hate?

Mention your most loved anime ship.

What kind of power would you like to have if you ever get in an anime world?

Fuel from petrol pump A costs 3 per gallon and from petrol pump B costs 5 per gallon. Mr.S have at most 20 to spend on fuel. Write a system of its linear inequalities.

And finally, this really long award post comes to an end. Wow, this might just be the longest post I have ever written. Anyways, thanks a lot to everyone who nominated me, this award really means a lot to me; not to mention the questions were really fun to answer too! Until my next post, I hope you guys have a great time and as always, thanks for reading!

3 is Better Than 1: Leibster Award Heyyo minna, It’s Ryuuji Tatsuya! Back when I had no idea about what these award posts were all about, I remember seeing a post regarding the Leibster award.