#not the weirdest one I’ve seen but it’s funny to me that it’d pop up like that

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Is there a fandom for Fresh (2022) does that exist

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I had been stuck in the Dark World for who knows how long. The days didn’t seem to matter down here. No sun, no moon, just the vibrant green grid that coated the sky that would twitch and surge with occasional frequency.  When I first got here, I fought hard to get back to the surface, to fight for any sense of normalcy, for home but after a while the dream began to fade. The options began to run dry when compared to the dangers that surrounded me. And so I settled. I survived. I searched for food, begged for shelter from kind Darkners. I did what I had to to live. The Queen was not an option. Whispers from Darkners told me how I was just what she was looking for, that would help her expand her reign to the Light World. As much as that would probably help me, I didn’t want to ruin the lives of others for the chance to see my family, as much as I missed them with every passing minute. The sound of bustling cars and the blinding lights of neon signs stung my senses, my palms pressing into my eyes to drown out what I could. Damn it this place never slept did it? There was always something, some sort of noise. Whatever bags I had under my eyes were probably made cartoonishly drastic with the lack of pure rest I was getting. ‘Supose it was better then being dead... My body felt heavy, and I knew I’d have to find a place to rest or I’d fall asleep mid crossing of a road and get run over by one of those goofy cars I’d seen. Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad... I recalled the time one of the car’s rear bumped into a fire hydrant (or at least I thought it was) and made a squeaking sound. The darkness of a certain alley called to me, the silence a sweet lullaby to the roaring around me. Was it dangerous? Oh yeah. Was it stupid? No shit. Was I going to do it? The shadows the engulfed me were perfect and if it wasn’t for the underlying stench of garbage it’d probably be ideal. Still beggars couldn’t be choosers and if tonight was good enough I would have to consider having this as my permanent sleeping spot. My back slid against the cool wall across from the dumpster, eyes half lidded as they read the advertisements littering above. Why the hell did the Queen have ads anyway, if she wanted she could monopolize any products she wanted... Despite the quiet I couldn’t shake the feeling that creeped down my spine. The presence of something other then myself around me. I tried to close my eyes, I was in the city after all. It’d be concerning if I didn’t feel like people were one second from crawling up my ass. Though I had to admit I didn’t expect to actually feel something begin to touch me. My eyes snapped open, elbow prodding into a blurry shape that yelped and tumbled backward, it’s grasp my on shoulder tearing a hole in my already worn shirt in the struggle. “Hey! What the hell?!” I barked, standing over the perpetrator. My shoulders slumped when I saw what looked to be a doll staring up at me with wide eyes, an over exaggerated smile permanently spread across it’s face. The creature’s jaw opened wider with a clack, it’s small body shooting upwards to stand on it’s small pointed feet. “WOAH WOAH WOAHAH- [Live worms]!”   The darkner’s voice was deafeningly loud, a shrill tone that cut the air like newly sharpened blades. “ I THOUGHT YOU WERE [Roadkill]. NICE TO KNOW I WON’T BE [Sleeping with the fishes] T0NIGHT!!” Well he had a certain way of speaking that was obvious. What the hell was going on with him, he talked like he was constantly being cut of random clips of other people speaking. He talked like a youtube poop or any other shitpost that would randomly shove memes into them for a quick laugh. “You thought I was dead? I was just... I was... uh.” I looked around me, eyeing the dirt and debris. “I was... going to sleep... here.”  Dammit, telling people I had to sleep in such ratty places were always a blow to the ego but I suppose it was better then saying ‘Oh I was just sitting down here to die’ The puppet shook his head and waltzed over to the dumpster, his small hand smacking the side with a sense of pride. “ [Finders keepers, losers weepers] HUMAN, YOU PICKED A GOOD SPOT. TOO BAD [so sadd] I GOT HERE FIRST. THOUGH FOR A DEAL I SUPPOSE I COULD [Share the love~]” “Got here first... what are you talking about?” The Darkner let out a laugh, distorted echoes filling the air as he leapt inside, a solitary hand popping out to beg me to come closer. This was a terrible idea, but despite my best judgement I followed, and witnessed what I could only describe to be a makeshift bed inside.  The puppet laid on top of musty mats and raggedy rugs, a single stained pillow resting just beneath his head. My god was he living in here? The creature continued his laugh, lurching only a few inches away from my face. “ [Sweet deal] ISN’T IT? J3ALOUS, [baby]?”  I shirked back, cheeks reddening at the tone of his last word. I was most defiantly not jealous, in fact I was filled with remorse, something his pride did not help with. “It’s... uh something. I guess this means I’ll have to find another alleyway um, sorry for bothering you-” “SPAMTON.” “What?” His hand shot out towards my chest, fingers wiggling for a handshake. “SP-SPA MTON G SPAMTON, [Number 1 rated salesmen 1997]” He announced, an extra flair of bravado laced his titled. His hand was surprisingly warm for what it was made of but nothing that would be described as body temperature.  “Jenna. Also 1997.” “WHAT A YEAR. LISTEN LIGHT nER, I AM DEALSMAN [yes/no?]” “Um... y-yes? I don’t-” “THEN LET ME MAKE A DEAL YEAH? FOR ONLY [many] KROMER, YOU MAY STAY IN MY [Privately owned] ALLEY. IT’S A REAL [steal] YOU’RE ROBBING ME [deaf] HERE!” My brows furrowed as I searched his face for any context clues for what the hell he was trying to say. Kromer? What the fuck was ‘kromer’? The only thing I knew of currency down here was dark dollars not kromer... even if he did ask for dark dollars he didn’t name a price, he just said many. And the amount of dark dollars I had was zero. “Uh I don’t have kromer. I don’t even have dark dollars I’m kinda broke Spamton, in case you couldn’t tell from uh...” I trailed off realizing saying that sleeping in an alley wasn’t a very smart thing to say to someone who slept in an alley.  He seemed surprised by my words, beginning to tug on my coat, flipping my pockets to see if I was really lying. I had to push his mitts off me a couple of times, to which he eventually got the idea the way his hands began to rub at his extended jaw. “NO KROMER... WHAT CAN YOU DO?” “What do you mean?” He seemed to sense my change in tone, his grin beginning to wobble nervously “[Whoopsie daisy!] LET ME START AGAIN. DO YOU HAVE A [trade]? A [skill] TO [Exchange for goods and services]?” he croaked. I eyed the ground, rubbing the back of my neck. What the hell was I good at again? “I mean, I can draw, I suppose...” “ARTIST? WOW OWOW!” Spamton’s face lit up before digging in the dumpster, pulling out a few napkins and a ball point pen and shoving them into my hands. “WHAT A [trade] TELL YOU WHAT. YOU DRAW A [one-of-a-kind masterpiece] AND YOU CAN STAY THE NIGHT!” “You’ll let me stay... if I draw something for you on this napkin. Am I getting that right?” The doll nodded feverishly, basically hovering over my shoulder as I played with the pen. This was certainly the weirdest way to pay someone that I could imagine... well no but one that was in the realm of reality. I had to ask Spamton to give me some space a few time, the feeling of his breath on  my neck making me more then nervous as I drew. God he was like those kids in school that would ask for drawings but ten times worse with the amount of personal space he’d give you. Besides I needed something to draw and with nothing on the mind why not draw the most interesting thing in front of me. I held the finished doodle out to Spamton only to have it snatched out of my fingers so fast I swore we could have started a fire. “WOAH...” The puppet sank inside of the dumpster, his face softening  as for once in what seemed like forever the alley way grew silent. “THIS IS... ME?” “Yeah. Sorry I didn’t know what to draw, you kind of put me on the spot. Besides everyone likes drawings of themselves right?” I shrugged, being pulled away from my thoughts by an overdramatic sniffle. Was he... crying? Not quite, just damn well close. Spamton’s shoulders quaked as a warm smile returned to his cheeks, slipping the napkin into his pocket with glee. “SO GOOD... THANK YOU.” “It’s really nothing, honestly that was a pretty shitty drawing.” “WHAT? YOU’RE [&#!^]ING ME! THAT WAS [BIG SHOT]” He was screaming again, hands gesturing wildly about. “It wasn’t but thank you. I wish I was better to be honest. I’m not very happy with my art, not at all.” I turned away from his gaze, unsure of why I was overcome by a choking sensation building my throat.  Why the hell was I telling this stranger this sort of stuff anyway? I mean I could hazard a guess it was the fact that this was the longest conversation I had had with anyone since I had gotten down here but with how things were it could be some magic power the doll possessed to tell him my deepest darkest secrets. “YOU DON’T THINK THIS IS [Big?]” “No.” “WHY NOT?” “I don’t know. I just... I think it doesn’t look the way I want it to. Doesn’t look good to me, and I don’t know how to fix it. Which I guess is a little funny considering how long I’ve been drawing. Just keep... drawing and drawing and never improving, least not how I’d like. It’s just garbage to me.” Spamton’s face seemed to fall, his glasses fading to a dark inky black.  “YOU FEEL? NO GOOD AT WHAT YOU DO? YOUR [passion]?”  “Yeah.” A laugh ripped from his chest, his head lolling back with each chuckle. I felt my soul began to crack, a shame flooding my body with how hard he seemed to laugh. Did he find this funny? Humorous?  I felt tears prick my eyes as I snapped my head back to glare at him, his head glitching back to stare back at me. “YOU’RE JUST LIKE ME, JENNA. A [slime] A REAL [slime]!” With a quick motion the puppet jumped to the ground, his hand resting against my arm as he spoke.  “YOU’RE A REAL [BIG SHOT] YOU KNOW THAT? STAY AS LONG AS YOUR [Greasy little heart] DESIRES!” Well... that was unexpected. He’d really let me stay here as long as I want cause I was pathetic? Or did he just feel sorry for me? What was going on? And why was he calling me a slime... or us a slime?  “Oh... uh thanks? I didn’t think I was being  much of a big shot whatever that is but I apricate it. Really.” His head clacked with every little nod, leading me to a pile of cardboard boxes and patting them with the grace of a car salesman. “BEST [Seat in the house] ALL FOR YOU. [Night night forever]!” Spamton beamed, awkwardly swaying side to side before stumbling back to the dumpster a few inches away and crawling inside of it, much like a wild animal. I couldn’t help but laugh a little. This guy was weird. Kinda creepy but also kind of funny. I honestly couldn’t pinpoint a feeling on him but at least he didn’t want to hurt me just make weird ass deals and make me ‘big’. Did that mean famous? Was this guy so into my art he wanted to be some sort of manager? I rubbed my eyes and let out a yawn, the excitement of the day finally beginning to fade. God I forgot how tired I was, that little guy made me feel like I was gonna go into fight or flight.  “Hey Spamton?” “YES?” his voice echoed from inside the metal container. “...Thank you.”

[girloikawa]

carry on youtuber au

baz starts out as a cover artist, occasionally posting his own songs (he does violin stuff too)

but eventually he gets recognition and people are like “who is this person?????” so baz does a few q&as

oh BUT THEN he reveals that he also has so many other interests (books, movies, planting, coffee, Controversal Topics) that people want him to do other types of videos

and that is what starts baz on the long road of his channel basically being an everything bagel where he does a bit of everything and people find it very chill

agatha and baz become friends over their mutual love of gossip in the community (as long as they’re not apart of it)

(because baz and agatha and simon and penny aren’t problematic)

which brings me to agatha, she’s one of those channels that keep everyone updated on the drama and the shitty stuff that happens on YouTube as long as regular media

very opinionated, this gal is, so she shares her opinion on...everything

though, sometimes she’ll do a q&a and do her makeup and talk about fashion or what she’s into at the moment

she’s basically angelika oles

penny’s a booktuber!!!

she mostly reads and reviews fantasy books, as they are her favorite, but she’ll also do those videos where it’s like “i just read a shitty wattpad romance story, let me rant” or “my top ten favorite ya pairings” or “tier ranking every harry potter character because life has no meaning”

now, simon, the babe, he’s (and you cannot fight me on this) basically jenna marbles

his videos are so random and spurratic, he doesn’t even plan what his next video is, and he’s the youtuber

i would also like to point out that simon probably totally has adhd and would talk about it and his experience with it

his most popular videos are of him baking. he’s like (and hear me out) very good and very bad at it. like, all throughout the videos, everybody’s holding their breath’s like “oh no this is going to turn out terribly” because simon being in the kitchen is like a horse babysitting a dog, it’s a mess, however the end product is always perfect and amazing and by the end everybody’s drooling behind their screens

simon is also widely conceived as the weirdest straight guy ever. like people (from just looking at him) think he’s just So Striaght but a very Cool Straight Guy who people wouldn’t actually mind being around

simon has the most subscribers (the majority being that they find him funny and see him as a friend, the minority being people who think he’s Hot As Hell and okay yeah he’s a good person too but have you seen those freckles-)

then it’s baz because he actually started first and his following has been a journey, then agatha (she’s the newest, and her subscriber rate is growing rapidly), then penny (booktube is a small community sad face)

penny n simon are irl best friends and penny was the one who convinced simon to make a channel bc he needed something to help let out his energy, “plus it’s a little fun hobby”

snowbaz now :)

simon has followed baz from pretty much the beginning. he saw his cringy covers, his development as a songwriter, and the walls built around baz crumble over the camera

baz...well, he’s one of those people who think simon is Hot As Hell, but he also genuinely enjoys the videos. at first, baz was like “I’m not watching him, everybody watches him, and I’m different” so he always avoided the recommendations youtube gave him of simon’s videos (but it was also bc he didn’t want to confront that he was very attracted to simon)

and then, one fateful night, agatha sent baz a link to a video called “coming out” and under the link she wrote “youtube angel!”—that’s their nickname for simon—“shocking the world!”

baz click click clicked because hot guy is lgbt+????? and baz watched the video, commenting “proud of you” or something along those lines, and then he watched so, so many more of simon’s videos

simon, a boy who just came out as bisexual, just had his youtube hero comment on his video where he came out and is like !!!!!!

simon’s sexual awakening is baz

also, simon breaks the internet with that video, because he isn’t striaght and that’s so mind-boggling to everybody. but there’s always that one group of people who are like “i saw this coming. do you not remember that one time simon showed his socks and his jeans were cuffed-”

simon replies to baz’s comment and is like “oh my god thank you so much. you’re like my actual favorite youtuber” like a fucking Nut and people see that and say “omg collab” because they’re both relatively high status youtubers and their collab would be Powerful

then, summoning all his courage, simon dms baz on instagram with just a simple “hey, a lot of people are saying we should collab lmao”

“i’ve seen that” “heh uhm yeah” “maybe we could get to know each other and see if that would be a good idea” “yes! i’d love that”

and they do. they get really close and stuff,, but people don’t exactly...see that

you see, on twitter, they get in millions of arguments. people genuinely think that they hate each other to some extent, when in reality, they’re swooning at the sight of the three dot bubble

baz, on twitter: “you cannot tell me that people actually enjoy sparkling water. it’s trash, move on” (they had an argument over it, privately, and baz is making it public to cause a rise out of simon bc he finds angry simon cute)

simon, in response: “yo I’m throwing you in the trash as we speak. fuhhhck u”

so, when they collab for the first time, everybody at home is just like *shocked pikachu emoji* they end up doing a video where simon bakes baz’s mom’s recipe of cherry scones with baz. it’s kind of a big deal bc both simon and baz don’t want to ruin baz’s memory of his mother

in the end, baz tears up and gives si a big ass hug because they’re perfect, simon. i love them, thank you. the fans start shipping. hard. it’s simon’s highest viewed video

that surprise hug is also what makes simon realize that his feelings are much deeper than attraction and surface level forms of knowing someone

on baz’s channel, they were going to film a video where they talked about their experiences being queer, but then simon realized that his biggest, most prominent example was staring at baz’s jawline, so he had to be like “uhhh, actually, I’m not really comfortable with that yet” which is part true. instead, they do a video where they have argumentative discussions, like on twitter but in depth and with less insults

anyways, they receive pretty positive feedback on the videos, people enjoy them, so they decide to do more. also, they both live in LA, so it’s actually pretty easy to do them, plus they have a diverse area to do them in

also, i think it’d be nice to mention that simon will sometimes do twitch streams of him playing minecraft and then he puts edited versions on his channel. it’s worth mentioning because during this one stream, he ends up slipping up and saying “we talk a lot, actually. and i—i like him a lot” about baz, then he blushes like hell because i really just said that and it’s live oh god

all the while, baz and simon actually just start hanging out (without hiding behind wanting to do a video). one meet-up, they go to disney world and halfway through baz is like “uh, should we be filming this?” and simon gives him a smile and replies, “no” because that moment is for them and them only + the fans who see them together and ask for a picture/just take pictures of them being like a couple

their next collab is a bit of a fun one. behind the scenes, pen, ag, si, and baz all become friends, because of that one time baz came over while penny was there and he barely payed attention to simon, too busy talking to penny. anyways, they do a big four person collab where agatha basically teaches them how to do makeup

on penny’s channel, it’s book related. they have to do a look based on the synopsis’ of each other’s favorite books. baz gets simon, simon gets agatha, agatha gets penny, penny gets baz. baz: “snow, you’re holding it wrong. it’s like this” simon: *stares longingly at the brush that gets to touch baz’s face*

on agatha’s, the video is just titled Teaching My Friends To Do Makeup (ft. idiots who test my patience). they all suck. majorly. well, by all, i mean simon and penny suck at makeup

on baz’s, they do a trivia of sorts. if they get a question wrong, they have to skip a product. simon: “oh thank god less work” agatha, deadpanning: “i think i might kill him”

on simon’s, they have agatha and penny go against simon and agatha. si and pen being the ones who have to actually do makeup because, according to agatha, “since you decided to bitch so much, you guys are doing our makeup” “but-!” “nope, I’m Peak Brains of us all so I call the shots” “you’re not even-” “shut up” Everybody (and by everybody i mean the fans) is actually glad that they got to see simon doing baz’s makeup, because it’s literally them just being so flustered the whole time

the collab stuns everybody bc: “they’re all friends??????” plus, some people start calling them the Four Fucks because at one point penny says “fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, and most importantly, fuck me” after simon flinged a bunch of eyeshadow on her

okay so agatha and penny are just like: “these idiots need to get together already” because it’s very obvious that they like each other. like the eiffel tower in paris, you can’t miss it. everyone watching the videos also sees it, so you can imagine the comments

during one of si’s live-streams (he’s playing the hunger games minigame on minecraft), the chat goes wild because baz pops in. he plans on surprising simon with a picnic (he just thought that they could go into simon’s backyard or the park that’s a few miles away), but it was pretty spur of the moment so he didn’t think about simon doing a stream. and to be honest, simon’s stream was also spur of the moment, so it’s not like he made sure to tell baz about it

“simon! hey, i let myself in!” baz called from the front doorway. the chat is freaking because: “is that baz???” “omg baz has a key to simon’s house!!” “are they dating???” simon kind of just freezes up and starts sputtering as he reads the chat and tries to reply to baz

of course, baz doesn’t understand that simon doesn’t want baz to go into his office/room with his computer, so he does go in and as soon as he sees the livestream he’s like: “oh, uh, I’ll go” and simon unfreezes and goes “no, no, stay, I’ll just be a bit” “do you want me to...leave the room?” “you can watch if you want” (baz wants) “okay, sure” so simon pretty much shows baz how to play minecraft

i never finished this, do i?

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #315

“can’t breathe to scream  /  suffocating in this dream  /  long way down”

Who was your first big crush? I would probably say this guy in high school named Sebastian. We sat beside each other in Art, and I definitely liked him a lot. Man, my freshman-sophomore years honestly involved a handful of crushes before Jason popped into the picture and I lost all romantic interest in everyone else. Where was the first place you drove after you got your license? N/A Is it a blue sky outside right now? No. All North Carolina has known for weeks on end now is rain. We've had very rare sunny days, but for the most part, it's just gray and gross. Was your last breakup a bad one? Nah, I'd say it ended maturely and with a mutual understanding of "why." When was the last time you were surprised, in a pleasant way? Hell if I know. Is there an ice-cream flavor that you strongly dislike? Which one? Yeah, like strawberry. What was the last sitcom you watched? No clue. ^ Do you have a favorite character in that sitcom? Why is that character your favorite? N/A What does the last group you joined on Facebook concern? I am 90% sure it was this group I joined that is literally just about cute yet dangerous animals lmao, mostly reptiles and invertebrates. "Misunderstood biteybois and where to befriemd them" or some stupid shit like that. Has there been a spider in your house at any time recently? Not that I've seen, no. Do you like wearing make-up? Not at all. I only like wearing it for pictures and then taking that shit off. ^ If so, how old were you when you first started to wear it? I started consistently wearing it my freshman year of high school. Then some time later I just showed up one day without any, shocked all my friends, and then only wore it when I felt like it. What foods are you craving lately, if any? Nothing, really. What were some of your favorite foods as a child? Chicken nuggets of course, as well as spaghetti, peanut butter sandwiches, just the typical stuff that kids tend to enjoy. When you were younger, did you ever have a friend that your parents hated? No. Have you ever talked in your sleep before? That's very normal for me, especially now that I have nightmares like every goddamn night. What was the last song you heard, that reminded you of someone? Well, not a real someone, but "The Ordinary World" by the Hit House is 110% one of Fetch's soon-to-be themes. What has brought you joy today? Nothing brought me "joy," really. When was the last time you won a prize in a raffle? What was it? I actually recently won an art rafle on deviantART hosted by a truly amazing artist, like I thought I had no chance, and she's going to be drawing Moondust!!!! :'''') What is the next non-essential item that you intend to buy for yourself? I'm still paying the bulk of my tattoo in May. Is there anywhere in your town/city that's rumored to be haunted? Oh, I'm sure. When you were younger, did you ever think that a certain place was haunted? Bitch I still do lmao. What were your school meals like? Did you enjoy them? This really depended on the menu for the day. My school lunches were nowhere near as bad as some people make theirs sound, but most things still weren't great. I think school pizzas are the most notoriously bad. What kind of granola bar did you eat most recently? I had a cashew bar earlier today. Do you have any books on your shelf that you've read multiple times? I never reread books. What did your last post on social media concern? That I personally wrote, something regarding subtle racism still being racism, pretty much. How do you feel about people using graphic images as a scare tactic to promote their beliefs? (i.e.: PETA, abortion…) I have mixed feelings on this. Like sometimes seeing the brutal side of certain things is definitely useful in opening someone's mind to things they don't want to see/think about, but then there's that, too: it can just be so invasive and unexpected, and thus very upsetting and even scarring. I'd say I'm most for the "appropriate" social media route: using censorship that the viewer can decide whether or not to remove. But you obviously can't do that in like, a public protest with a sign, so idk. Which is harder for you: writing creatively or academically? Honestly, both are pretty easy for me. I enjoy writing creatively far more, though. Do you think gender neutral bathrooms are a good idea? I think it's fine to have them as an option. When was the last time you voluntarily went outside of your comfort zone? Just talking about stuff in group therapy recently. Would you ever use a dating site that costs money, like Match.com or eHarmony? Have you known anyone who had good experience with such sites? No, and yes. Do you think it’s fair that people are able to make a reasonable salary and live comfortable lives just by making YouTube videos? Yes? It takes charisma and talent in some area (humor, education, etc.) as well as consistency for it to be a reliable career, and just consider how often you hear about creators burning out. That happens for a reason. Entertainment is a valid job category and should not be seen as an unfair joke. Whether you’re in college or not, do you become fearful about whether or not you’ll find a good job? Story of my life. What is something you can only understand if you've experienced it first hand? Deep heartbreak. Do you think it's a double standard that a woman can hit a man and expect to get away with it, but if a man hits a woman it's assault? Obviously. Abuse knows no gender, and hitting another person is just that. I do, however, believe in self-defense, also regardless of gender. In terms of a wedding, put these things in order from what would be MOST important to be perfect, to LEAST important... Engagement ring, dress, hair, venue, ceremony, food, pictures, decorations, honeymoon. This requires too much thinking, haha... but I do know the quality of my honeymoon would be most important to me, given that that's personal time with my new spouse and not a public celebration. I feel like what goes on behind closed doors is more important and heartfelt than how you act publicly. Do you have a go-to small talk conversation topic? Probably video games or music, idk. Define "small talk." Does anyone owe you money? Do you owe anyone money? (Besides credit cards) Mom does. She just a few days ago had to borrow $100 for rent. If someone was going to buy you any practical gift (anything except a house or car), what would you choose? It'd be dope as fuck if someone could pay for Venus' next terrarium, but that's a big purchase that I'd have a hard time accepting. How many people do you know with the same first name as you? At least one, but her name is spelled differently. What in your opinion is the best love song ever written? I'm not sure, but I can tell you that "When It's Love" by Van Halen has always been high on the list for me. Was your mother married when she had you? No, actually. I thought she was until my most recent bday, I think. It was just part of a conversation. How old was the first person you kissed? He was a few months into 18. The first person you were in a relationship with, do you still care about them? Of course, he's a sweet guy. We don't talk or anything, but that doesn't mean I don't care about him. Has anyone ever sang to you? Yes. So, what if you married the last person you kissed? That'd be pretty rad. What are you listening to at the moment? "Long Way Down" from the The Evil Within soundtrack. It's funny, like I've loved the game for many years, but I'm now in a serious semi-obsession phase after watching another let's play of it. Have you read the The Hunger Games trilogy? I only read the first book. I loved it, but just never continued. What is your boss’ (or school prinicpal’s) name? N/A Who is the person you dislike the most? That I personally know, probably a former best friend, oddly enough. Do you text your parents often? If Mom's not home, it's not unusual for us to text. I don't text my dad much because he's not a fan of texting. Do you watch YouTube videos often? Pretty much always. Do you know anyone with celiac disease? Sara, my aunt, and my cousin. Those are the ones I know of, anyway. Do you currently have any alarms set? No. How many cars can fit in your driveway? Barely even two. If someone else is here, they usually just park where the road meets the sidewalk of the cul-de-sac. Do you have the ashes of a family member or a pet? Of my dog Teddy, yes. Have you ever been involved in a car crash? Yes, as a kid. Do you prefer flash or no flash on a camera? Definitely no flash. It's more natural, and especially with people, it obviously prevents red eye. How often do you use hashtags? Just about never. Have you ever had whiplash before? No. Have you ever given another person or an animal a bath before? Pets, yes. I could never bathe another human. Is there a birdbath in your yard? No. Weirdest place you’ve ever had a cramp? Nowhere weird, I think... How many lamps are in the room you’re in? How many are actually turned on? Technically three, if you count my snake's heat lamp. Right now that's the only light that's on. Are there any activities you enjoy doing, but can only do for a short amount of time before you get bored or tired of them? Yeah, reading comes to mind first. Is there anything coming out soon (books, albums, movies, video games) that you're looking forward to? I'm not up-to-date on this stuff at all, not even video games. What is something someone recommended to you that you disliked/hated? I know Girt's recommended me music I haven't been a fan of. We like the same general stuff, but there are specific sub-genres we differ in opinion about. Can you unwrap a Starburst in your mouth? ... There are people who do this to even know in the first place??? What is the last thing you ate? Popcorn. Who is your favorite person to spend time with? Sara. Do you know how to grill a steak? I don't know how to cook, period. Do you have a large dog? We don't have a dog currently, but Mom is looking for one pretty intently. We don't know the size it'll end up being. Do you like walking places? Absolutely not. I can't walk far at all without my legs starting to scream at me because leading such a sedentary lifestyle led to muscle atrophy in my legs. It's incredibly embarrassing. Are you a fan of bands most people don’t know of? That's not uncommon for me. Have you ever sent an X-Rated picture to someone? No. Do you think your voice is higher or lower than average? It's deeper than the average woman's. Do you have a pool? No, but I really, really want one... Given how easily I sweat, I would love to use swimming to strengthen my legs. I could also stop the very moment I feel I need to; it in general sounds like something I could quite easily do. How many times have you been on a plane? Ummm including the trips going back, at least six times. Favorite ice cream flavor? Oh my gooooood, if you haven't tried Ben & Jerry's "phish food"... fucking try that shit. It is innnnnncredible. Do you have a TikTok? Nope. Do you enjoy driving? Fuck no I don't. Your favorite store as a teen? Hot Topic was and still is my fave, ha. Favorite YouTuber? There's this one called Markiplier that I think's pretty cool. How many online accounts do you have? A LOT. My whole life is essentially on the computer, so... .-. Do you tend to always be in some sort of drama? Quite the opposite. Do you collect quarters from every state? No. When was the last time your living room furniture was rearranged? Not since we moved into this place. When you were little did you like watching Cartoon Network, Disney or Nickelodeon more? Disney probably topped Nickelodeon. I didn't watch much CN. Who was the last person to kiss you on the cheek? Either my niece or nephew when saying bye. Have you ever seen a magic show? Yes, as a kid. I even had a magician for my bday once. When was the last time you vomited and why? It's been a year or so. It would've been a side effect of starting a certain med that I didn't stay on because it so consistently made me sick. Where do you usually sit when you eat dinner? Either in my bed (I know) or at the dinner table if Nicole is here to eat with us. What time do you usually go to sleep at night? It's typically around 7:30-8:30, occasionally a bit later. I can't believe as a teen, it was my "rule" that I couldn't go to sleep before 10:30 because it was "too early." Nowadays, I can barely imagine regularly staying up that late. Do you avoid using public restrooms? As best as I can. I've seen some nasty shit. What’s your favorite type of cookie? Chocolate chip. How basic.

[ericsonclan]

Meat-tivity

Summary: Marlon and Mitch get a brilliant idea.

Word Count: 1387

Read on A03:

Clementine walked into the breakroom to find Marlon and Mitch tittering and chuckling as they both crouched over Marlon’s phone at the table. Raising an eyebrow, Clementine made her way over to them, trying to get a look at what was on the phone from behind.

Marlon was the first to notice her. “Oh, hey Clem. Just got in?”

“Yep. What are you guys giggling about?”

Mitch snorted. “We were laughing at this whack ass list of Christmas nativities Marlon found. People do the weirdest things for Christmas,”

“Oh yeah? Like what?” Clementine leaned forward to see the photos. There certainly were a lot of them. Some of the nativities were kitschy like a clay owl nativity or a balloon animal one while others were geeky like a Star Wars nativity featuring only R2Ds and another comprised of all the Justice league superheroes.

“Bet Aasim has the R2D2 one at his place,” Mitch commented with a smirk.

Marlon chuckled. “Wonder what Ruby will think when she sees that,”

Clementine smiled at the pair’s banter as they continued to scroll through the nativity pictures. The nativities didn’t seem that crazy to her, but she was glad that these two were having a good time with them.

“Now that one’s cute,” Marlon commented as they scrolled past a picture of an all dog nativity.

“Eh, this one is more my speed,” Mitch pointed to a nativity featuring various kinds of alcohol as the figures. Suddenly Mitch stopped scrolling through the list on Marlon’s phone. “Holy shit, this is the best one of all!” He held it up so both Marlon and Clementine could see it clearly. The photo showed a casserole dish on top of which was all the standard pieces of the nativity: barn, shepherds, baby Jesus, but every piece was composed entirely of meat. “It’s a meat-tivity!” Mitch exclaimed with glee.

“Dude, that’s awesome!” Marlon chuckled before taking a screenshot of the nativity. “Gotta show that to Sophie later. It’ll crack her up,”

“You don’t think…” Mitch began, slowly eyeing Marlon then looking up at Clementine.

Clementine raised an eyebrow. “Think what?”

“Should we maybe… make a meat-tivity of our own?” Mitch’s voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper.

“Hell yeah!” Marlon raised his hand in the air for a high five which Mitch immediately returned. “Let’s do it!”

“You guys have fun with that. I’ve got work to do,” Clementine declared as she walked out of the break room. Both guys were still discussing the meat-tivity as she left. It was good to see them getting into the Christmas spirit, that is, if a project like this counted.

“Alright guys, the moment has arrived!” Mitch announced as everyone gathered round the table in the break room. Louis had allowed the morning meeting to be interrupted when Mitch and Marlon declared they had something special to show the whole crew. Marlon stood behind Mitch, proudly holding a tinfoil casserole dish covered by a dishcloth. Placing it in the center of the table, he began a drumroll. “I present to you the MEAT-TIVITY!!” Mitch bellowed “1…2…3!”

The dishcloth was pulled back to reveal the most bizarre nativity any of them had ever seen. The base of the casserole dish was a meatloaf, forming the foundation upon which the nativity would be built. Slabs of meatloaf had also been cut out of the corners to be used as building blocks for the stable in which the nativity took place. The stable ceiling however was made of bacon, draped over a tinfoil skeleton and baked to crispness.

All the figures from the shepherds to the wise men to Mary, Joseph and baby Jesus were made from miniature sausages. Their clothes appeared to be a mix of bologna and more bacon while their arms were made from toothpicks. Peppercorns formed the eyes of all the cast and the three wise men all had teeny tinfoil crowns. Some of the animals had been made out of sausages as well, though these ones seemed to be stuck together on burnt pretzel bits.

“Well, what does everyone think?” Mitch asked with a cheeky grin.

“What’s that?” Violet pointed to a vague brown blob resting against the side of the stable.

“That’s a camel,” Marlon replied. “It’s made out of hamburger,”

“It looks like manure,”

“It sort of… melted after we baked it,”

Ruby looked truly pissed. Her arms were crossed and her eyes narrowed as she stared down both boys. “Well I for one find the whole thing offensive. It’s sacrilegious!”

“More like sacri-licious,” Mitch quipped, popping one of the wise men in his mouth.

Louis stepped forward to deescalate the situation. “Well you two, as much as we love your enthusiasm and creative spirit, we can’t have you keep your, um, ‘meat-tivity’ here at work. It could be seen as funny, but it also could understandably offend people,”

Marlon’s eyes were sad as he looked down at his meat-tivity then back at Ruby. “Sorry, Ruby. We didn’t mean anything by it. It was just a joke,”

Ruby’s eyes softened. “I know you didn’t mean anything by it, Sug, but it just don’t sit right with me to see baby Jesus wrapped in bacon and lying on a meatball manger,”

“It is a bit much,” Brody agreed quietly.

“I think it’s awesome!” Willy declared, smiling over at his big brother who’d let him stay for the big reveal.

“Yeah!” AJ agreed, high-fiving Willy. “It’s the best nativity ever!”

“Clearly opinions are split. That’s why it has to go. Sorry, guys,” Louis said with a shrug.

“Well what are we supposed to do with this?” Mitch asked with an exasperated huff. “I don’t want this thing stinking up my fridge at home!”

“You could throw it out…?” Louis suggested.

“But we put so much work into it!” Marlon protested. ‘It’d be a shame to just throw it all away!”

“You could eat it,” Clementine suggested. “It is made out of meat after all,”

That piqued the guys’ interest. Marlon and Mitch shared a long look before both nodding. Sitting down on opposite sides of the table, they dug in, shoving their hands into the meatloaf and pulling out large chunks.

“Good Lord, use some cutlery!” Ruby protested. “This is a restaurant for goodness’ sake!”

“This is how real men eat!” Mitch shot back, his mouth full of meatloaf. “Anyone who wants to join in, go right ahead!”

They didn’t get very many takers. Most people headed out after Louis gave a few quick announcements. A few lingered to watch the carnage while the adventurous few tried a couple bites themselves. Willy and A.J. were the first volunteers and the most invested in eating some of the mysterious meat-tivity. Clementine watched her little brother in amusement as he dug in with his bare hands and participated in the manly destruction of the meat-tivity. She was glad this had taken place on a Saturday so A.J. could join in the fun. Pulling out her phone, she snuck a few pictures of the meat-tivity being devoured.

Marlon paused and smiled for a photo as he saw it was being taken. His face was covered in bacon grease and bits of meatloaf littered his chin. “Can you send me that photo, Clem? I got some shots of the meat-tivity in its different stages and the finished product. That picture will round out the set,”

“Sure, Marlon,” Clementine glanced over to see Louis hesitantly nibbling on one of the sheep. She captured the moment and grinned as her boyfriend self-consciously blushed at being caught in the act.

“It’s not half bad,” he murmured, biting into the miniature sausage torso.

“If you say so. I think I’ll stick to photography,”

They got about two thirds of the way through the meat-tivity before all the participants were too full to continue and the rest of the creation was inevitably thrown into the trash. As Clementine scrolled through the pictures of the impromptu feast, she felt a happy glow within herself. Had meat-tivity actually kickstarted the Christmas spirit within her? She supposed crazier things had happened. Tucking her phone away, Clementine headed toward the front of the house to start her shift. In the end, the meat-tivity had indeed brought several of them joy; it truly was a Christmas miracle.

[ricky-corderbro]

Here I am, Stuck in a Freezer with You || Ricky & Kaden

Ricky and Kaden find themselves stuck in a freezer during a middle of the night ice cream run. Maybe it’s the cold that’s slowly killing them, but, emotional progress is made. 

@chasseurdeloup

There was no way in hell Kaden could stay in his apartment another night. Hell he barely managed to the other night. And the only reason he slept was because he passed out after getting drunk off his ass on wine. He had most of what he needed ready to pack up and go before heading off into the woods for the next few days but there were a few essentials he was missing. Most of them were beer. Some of them were ice cream. The big stupid “Ice Cave” in the back of the convenience store thankfully had both. Kaden knew he was getting the giant ass box full of bottles so hunting down the ice cream first sounded smarter, made the balancing act of putting the pint on top of the box on his way to the register a little easier. Too bad the balancing act of his life had gone to fucking hell in a handbasket. No, he was going to avoid thinking about this right now out in public. Last thing he needed. He scanned the aisles looking for a good mint chocolate chip, preferably one that wasn’t unnaturally green. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone. Who he recognized. “Putain,” he grumbled to himself under his breath. He didn’t really need seal boy to see him this disheveled. Guess that ship had sailed. “How does this keep happening?” He let out a sigh. “Is this more or less depressing than meeting in the hospital?”

There had to be a word for what came after exhaustion, because Ricky didn’t think that exhausted covered it anymore. The asanbosam, the mimes at Al’s, the thing at Yours Mime and Ours… he felt like he hadn’t had a break in years and it was starting to wear him ragged. Which is how he’d found himself down at the QuikTrip slightly outside of town shopping for that special brand of junk food you only ate when you were too tired or too drunk to be an actual adult. The Ice Cave in the back of the store felt comfortably chilly to him, wrapped as he was in an old swim team hoodie, and as he scanned the shelves of non-dairy ice cream to find something that was good to eat while binge watching terrible cartoons online he saw a remarkably disheveled looking Kaden Langley on the other side of the cooler. It truly was the most tenuous of peaces they lived in right now; a truce made wobbly by their pasts and only slightly stable by the knowledge that they weren’t going to kill each other at first sight. Maybe second. But not first. He shrugged broadly, picking up a pint of vegan gelato to look at the ingredient list, “Depressing? About the same I’d say. Shameful? Well probably more since it looks like neither of us really wanted to be seen shopping for ice cream at three in the morning.” Kaden looked like he’d just come off one helluva bender, but Ricky wasn’t going to bring that up. At least not at first, “Are you really looking at mint chocolate chip ice cream? Like a fucking psychopath?”

“Funny enough, you got that right.” Kaden sighed and picked out his stupid ice cream. At least Ricky looked about as put together as he did.  “And what the fuck is wrong with mint chocolate chip?” He caught sight of the vegan gelato. Vegan? Merde, is that even ice cream any more? Why bother? Just crush some ice and eat that, it probably tastes as good.” He shook his head and placed his carton of ice cream on top of the box full of beer cans. “Why are you here at three in the morning, anyway?” Items in hand, Kaden was headed out of this stupid store, or at least the stupid Ice Cave. Then there was a loud commotion. His brow furrowed. Sounds of a scuffle outside the door. Shouts. Screaming. Claws? A bang. His head shot towards the door. And the window went dark as something fell in front of it. Putain. “No. No, no, no,” he shouted as he dropped the box of beer and threw himself into the door, hoping it’d budge. Nothing. Just a bruised shoulder. He tried again. Same result. Stuck. They were stuck. Together. And there was probably a really good monster to kill on the other side of the door, too. That’d cheer him up so much, too. “Putain.” He sighed and set up the box, sat on it, and opened up the ice cream. “Just my fucking luck.”

“It’s such an old person ice cream. It’s right the fuck up there with Rum Raisin and that shit.” Ricky flipped Kaden off as a pint of cardamom gelato and a pint of lavender went into his basket, “We’re a carnivorous species. Milk makes my tummy sad.” There was a kerfuffle from outside the ice cave as Kaden went to leave; Ricky couldn’t hear much over the cacophonous roar of the cooler fans but he could see shadows outside, and he could very clearly see Kaden with his hunter strength fail to open the cooler door, “You. have got. To be fucking kidding me.” If Kaden couldn’t open the door there was no way Ricky could so he wouldn’t even bother trying. He’d probably pop a stitch or something. He chose to follow Kadens lead though, and popped the top off his ice cream, “Couldn’t sleep. Decided to do some midnight shopping. And apparently get stuck in a freezer with you.” He fashioned a makeshift spoon out of the lid and popped his fake teeth out. Kaden already knew what he was and ice cream made them feel weird, “You look like shit warmed over though. What the fuck happened to you?”

“Mint chocolate chip is classic, not old. There’s a difference.” He sighed and then grumbled, mostly to himself, “To be fair, I am getting close to over the hills in hunter years.” Still, he rolled his eyes when he saw Ricky’s middle finger. “Your tummy? No wonder you think I’m old when you talk like you’re five.” Kaden sneered a little as he watched Ricky remove his false teeth. It was so easy to forget sometimes that he was talking to a monster. Shit like that was always a reminder. He tried to bristle off the feeling of his skin crawling at the sight of his real teeth. Or maybe that was just the shiver of cold that ran through him while eating ice cream in a walk in freezer. Whatever, it wasn’t like he could kill him, anyway. Even without the threat of Morgan biting him, too much effort. He was sort of the only suspect at the moment. Plus, being stuck with a dead body for however long this was going to take was surprisingly going to be worse conversation. And he just wasn’t in the mood. “Me? Oh nothing. Just found out I’m an idiot and that my girlfriend’s a fae. Go on. Laugh. I’ve been called a mime fucker so many times, I’m almost used to being the town joke. Could be nice to have a different punchline.”

“Uh huh. Whatever. Enjoy your weird toothpaste dessert.” It was somewhat comforting to know that even trapped in a freezer they could still keep up their special brand of insult-based peace. “Don’t knock it til you try it. Cardamom ice cream is where it’s fucking at, my dude. It’s the best flavor.” Ricky held the pint out across the freezer to Kaden, at least some semblance of a peace offering since the chances of them being rescued before shift change was very slim. “I’m sorry. Fucking Kavanagh is a fae? And she had the gall to get snippy with me when I told her that fucking amulet was probably magical?! Fucking rude that’s what that is. Goddamn fucking rude.” He continued to eat his ice cream as he watched Kaden. That can’t have been an easy position he suddenly found himself in, which probably explained why he looked like he’d been living off Everclear and remorse, “In my defense, I did attempt to dissuade people from saying you were a mime fucker. So many other things about you are just so fucking terrible, we might as well focus on the truth and not the falsehoods. But… can’t be easy, especially given your life’s work. And put that fucking sneer in your back pocket, fae-fucker. You know I’m a goddamn Selkie. I’m not closeting myself unnecessarily in front of you. You don’t have a whole lotta room to be judgmental right now anyway. So. You gonna ice your girlfriend?”

Kaden rolled his eyes but took a chunk of the weird ass ice cream with his makeshift spoon anyway. Putain. He was right. It was pretty good. “It’s alright.” No way was he admitting to seal boy he made a potentially better choice than him. “She doesn't realize she’s fae. It’s an impressive level of denial.” That he didn’t know what the fuck to do with. His eyes were focused deeply on the ice cream in front of him, poking around it a bit with his sad lid spoon as if he could push it back and forth like food on a dinner plate when you were too distracted to bother eating. “Well thanks. Good to know I can count on you to run an ethical slander campaign. But yeah. It’s not. I thought she was--” It was strange how, of all snips back and forth, “fae-fucker” was the only one that stung. Like a needle piercing into him. Probably because this might be the nicest context he was sure to hear that used in the future. If he chose to. Stay, that was. He pushed back the lump in his throat and kept his eyes on his ice cream. “I don’t know yet.” Fuck. This wasn’t where he wanted to be. At all. Not feeling like this. He glanced up at the door, hopeful, but no change. All he could do was grip the carton a little tighter, watch some of the ice cream push up ever slightly within the cardboard container.

“Uh huh. Alright my flawlessly toned ass. It’s fucking amazing. They make a really solid sweet corn one too. Which I know sounds like the weirdest flavor of ice cream on Earth but is actually pretty fucking good.” Ricky snorted, the hot air leaving his nostrils in a blast of steam, “Impressive level of denial. Fucking stupid level of denial is what it is. So, what, she’s just gonna keep faking herself into thinking she’s human until she handles too much iron and dies?” He shook his head, pushing wild curls out of his face as he continued to eat his ice cream, “It’s so comforting to know that even when confronted by the prospect of having to murder your girlfriend in cold blood you’re still ever the staunch and steadfast Hunter. I’m shocked it gave you even a little pause. I’ll be sure to keep an eye out for her obituary. Bake a pie for the wake.” He watched as Kaden attempted to take his feelings out on the poor carton of ice cream in his hands, “Mint chocolate chip is a gross flavor but it doesn’t deserve the beating you’re giving that poor carton. Is the Hunter actually wrestling with his conscience?! I’m in utter disbelief that you even have one. I thought for you people it was only the hunt and nothing else mattered.” He continued to work his way through the pint of ice cream in his lap, keeping one eye on Kaden. He didn’t entirely trust that the other man wouldn’t kill him in here.

“That sounds disgusting. You can keep it.” There was another clash outside the door and Kaden’s eyes shot up, hopeful. Nope, still closed. Still dark. “I don’t know. She thinks it’s all a medical condition. She knows it’s real but won’t admit it’s supernatural. So hopefully she can figure out the iron ‘allergy.’” He sighed again. That wasn’t going to be a fun conversation. Any of it. If he had it all, that was. He could just walk away, be done. Like he wished he could walk away right now. His brow creased and his gaze shot up at the word murder. “Wait, what? Murder? I thought you meant break up with her. I’m not fucking killing my girlfriend you brainless ball of blubber.” He looked around and found a bottlecap and chucked it at Ricky’s head. “That’s how I should be. What I’m sure my parents wanted.” He relaxed his grip on the carton and watched the ice cream settle back down into the container, a little more melted than before. Even so, a shiver went through him. Fuck, it wasn’t that cold when he was just walking in and walking out. Sitting here was another story. “Hell, I know it’s what my parents wanted. My mother’s been fucking following me as a ghost since… Anyway, she fucking made an appareance to Regan. Scared the shit out of her. Told her to stay away from me.”

“Uh huh. There’s trying to turn a blind eye to shit and then there’s being willfully ignorant in a way that’s gonna get your ass killed.” Ricky’s mind flashed briefly to Skylar and he shook the image out of his head, “She may be book smart, but your girlfriend’s a fucking idiot when it comes to self-preservation.” As Kaden had the audacity to look shocked Ricky shot him what he hoped was his most withering look, “Really. You’re really gonna play the victim card here, bitch. Of course I have to wonder if you of all fucking people are gonna kill her. And in what world does “ice her” just mean break up? That’s pretty much universally always means kill.” Ricky watched a shiver rumble through Kaden’s body and for a brief moment started to get concerned. He hadn’t even considered that being stuck in a freezer for several hours would be dangerous for Kaden. He sloughed off his sweatshirt and tossed it across the freezer, “Here. It’ll be warm at least. We run hot, so, I can stand being in here better than you can.” Kaden was definitely pretty low on the list of people Ricky wanted to be shirtless in front of, but, better a living Kaden than a dead one. “Oh of course. The speciest ghost gets to manifest meanwhile my mom is floating somewhere around town and I don’t get to see her.”

“She’s not an idiot,” he snapped. Sure, Ricky had a point. But Kaden just couldn’t sit there and shit all over her because she was having trouble grappling with everything that was happening to her. Fuck, he was having trouble with it himself and he was inundated with the supernatural from day one. He clenched his jaw at the accusation. “I don’t know, I thought you meant ice like freeze out! Not that. Putain. How the fuck would I know that? English isn’t my first fucking language, you connard.” Kaden could feel his teeth start to chatter, the cold was cutting right down to the bone. And just when he thought he’d simply have to suck it up, the selfie offered his sweatshirt. Some part of him still felt wrong accepting kindness from a monster, that they were capable of it. The same way it was strange to learn someone he cared about so deeply was something he’d labeled as a monster for so long. Still, he reached out and took the sweatshirt. As proud as he was, freezing to death due to stubbornness was too stupid even for him. “I wouldn’t be jealous. At least you know she passed on. I… might be stuck making that decision later on.” He wanted to add that probably meant Ricky’s mother trusted her son more than his mother seemed to trust him. Putain, maybe for good reason. He was talking to a fucking selkie like he was a person. “And you didn’t have to hear your dead mother stop just short of calling you disgraceful.” His voice was low, hardly a whisper. Shit, seal boy probably couldn’t hear him. Maybe for the best. “How’d she die?” he asked, a little louder than he might for most.

“She’s a little bit of an idiot.” Ricky finished his ice cream, and carefully set the empty carton in his basket so he could pay for it if they ever made it out if here, “It’s not mine either, and I still manage to know what it means. You’re thinking of ghosting. Also, I’m now realizing, a confusing turn of phrase given your profession.” It was somewhat edifying to watch the feature length film of emotions that skittered across Kaden’s face before he finally accepted the sweatshirt and pulled it on. “I did laundry yesterday. So it’s clean. I just wore it from the house to here. Congrats you’re now repping the UMWC swim team. As the conversation shifted to the most thin and fragile of ice Ricky reevaluated where they were. Where dead mothers were involved things could quickly get ugly. “She didn’t pass on.” He muttered, thinking for a moment how much he’d love to hear his mother call him disgraceful if it meant that he could hear her at all one more time. “Well if you believe the coroner’s report/the story we told the town, a very bad car accident.” He idly scratched at one tattooed shoulder, pushing his glasses up on his face before he heaved a sigh and looked Kaden in the eyes, “But the actual cause of death was the same reason so many of us die.” He didn’t feel the need to elaborate any further. They’d had enough fights for Kaden to know exactly what he meant by that. “What about yours?”

Kaden shot him one last look before letting it lie. It was one thing for him to bemoan Regan’s innability to accept the supernatural, it waas another for this kid to sit there and call her stupid. “I lived over half my life on another continent, cut me a break. I do pretty fucking well,” he grumbled as he shrugged into the sweatshirt. “Oh yeah, sure the swim team would love to take on the guy who almost drowned. Wait, is it cheating for you to be on a swim team? You know. Given,” he said and gestured to Ricky, just all of him, implying the whole seal thing. Guess it didn’t matter much, he probably wasn’t the only one on the team to be honest, not in this town. As the topic changed, his brows knit together. Why wouldn’t she be able to pass o-- It hit him. Combined with the fact that Ricky implied, she was surely killed by hunters. He understood. “I’m sorry. That… So you know. I’ve never agreed with, uh, selling of the skins. Your skins, I guess.” Taking trophies was one thing. Hunting the supernatural for profit, that really wasn’t the point of what they did. A bounty for a kill that could save lives, sure, that was just getting paid for your work. But hunting down selkies for their skins or fae for their wings… it never sat well with him. Collecting those didn’t make humanity any safer, just gave eccentric collectors something to line the walls with. The ice cream was hardly melted, or finished, but he couldn’t eat any more. And not just because of the temperature. “Coroner's report said animal attack.” He huffed a laugh. “Werewolf. What else? Both my parents were there. It, uh, it was… They were more than experienced. This wolf… uh, brutal and vicious don’t begin to cover it.”

“You get no break. I speak three and a half languages. Get on my level scrub.” Ricky knew there was a pretty hefty chance that Kaden spoke more languages than he did but he couldn’t resist any opportunity to get a tiny jab in. “Mmmmm…. Arguable. Really the only benefit I’d have in human form is increased oxygen capacity in my blood. It’s not like I’ve got webbed hands and feet or anything. Also you can say selkie. It’s not a dirty word. At least not for most people, I guess I can see how it would turn to ash in your mouth.” Kaden’s bumbling apology was something, a small scant something, “Forgive me if that isn’t incredibly comforting. The line between trophy hunter and exterminator is pretty fucking thin.” He leaned back for a moment before remembering that he didn’t have a shirt on and that the cold metal of the shelving unit behind him felt remarkably like being burned with how cold it was, “That’s one helluva villain origin story right there. I am sorry, that must have been rough.” Idly spinning his mother’s silver ring around his finger he sighed heavily, “Do…. you people…. And you’ll forgive my tone of utter disgust there, have a way you commemorate those who’ve fallen exacting your mighty purge?”

“And a half? What the fuck is a half language? But if we’re going by those rules, me too, connard.” Kaden wasn’t sure what his half language would be but there had to be at least one. Hell, Canadian French had to count as its own, right? Still, he wasn’t wrong. The word selkie, it was hard for him to say. Not in the general sense, sure, but it was too hard to reconcile in his mind the portrait of a monster with someone he was sitting across the way having a moderately decent chat with. The disparate pieces didn’t fit together in the nice ordered slots he was used to them sliding into. He thought about snipping at the extermination remark, and the villain line, ask him what the hell he meant by that, but it felt wrong. Somehow. Decided to nod and accept the small sympathies instead. Maybe he was just too cold to waste his breath arguing with a seal. “Bury the dead. If there’s anything left to bury. Move on. That’s about it,” he said with a shrug. Too many hunters died too often to waste too much time on commemorating death. It also never sat well with him, but there wasn't much he could do. “I, uh, I do have this,” he said as he pulled up the sleeves of the sweatshirt and his shit to show the roman numerals tattooed on his inner forearm, just below the joint. “I take it one of those is for…” He trailed off, nodding at Ricky and scanning his tattoos.

“I’m proficient but not fully fluent in ASL. Is what that means. Dickface.” Somehow the insulting barbs they threw back and forth between them helped this feel like a normal conversation and not something where they were veering incredibly and uncomfortably close to treating each other like actual real people; revealing incredibly private portions of their damaged pasts. “Mm. Stands to reason I guess. You don’t seem like a particularly sentimental organization.” Ricky leaned forward though, when Kaden pulled up the sleeve of the sweatshirt to reveal the numbers, numbers that looked startlingly like a date, tattooed on his forearm. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out it was probably the date his parents had died. “This?” Ricky leaned back and gestured to the complicated knotting design that occupied most of the left half of his torso, “Yeah.” he paused for a long moment, looking at the glittering silver ring with the same design on it before sliding it off and tentatively passing it to Kaden, “My mom’s clan. I’m the last member of Clan Muirgen living in America now. We’re not a super common species to begin with and tend to stick pretty close to our ancestral grounds. Only reason she was here at all was UMWC offered her a pretty sweet package to finish her doctorate and a job teaching. Guess she should have stayed in Rinn Mhaoile. Though… if she’d done that she wouldn’t have met my dad and then I wouldn’t be here. So. Hard to try to untangle the strings of the past.”

Kaden rolled his eyes even though, fine, that seemed like a fair half a language. But they were agreeing on too much and being too fucking cordial not to disapprove of at least one stupid insignificant comment. It was more than a little uncomfortable how much they had in common, how much of their stories overlapped while coming from different sides of the coin. Kaden may not be the last Langley in the world, there were some distant second cousins, but he was as good as the last of his line. It was strange connecting or trying to understand someone who he only saw as a monster not that long ago. “That sucks.” It was all he could manage to say. Anything else felt like it was too fake or like he was taking over the narrative or some shit. He hated when he talked about his parents and suddenly it was about that time someone’s cat died once. Which is why he normally didn’t. He got the feeling Ricky didn’t talk a whole lot about his mother either. “I always wonder what it would be like if my parents didn’t go on that hunt. So I mean, I kind of get it. A little. No siblings either. It sucks. I’m sorry.” He shivered, even in the sweatshirt it was cold. “Of course if we never make it out of this fucking freezer, it’ll never matter.”

Ricky eyed Kaden as the other man talked; suddenly very aware of how their lives were very very similar even if they themselves were polar opposites. “It does suck. It sucked more when I was younger. When I was 10 and my mom had just been murdered and my dad decided that even if it meant leaving me behind he couldn’t stand to be in White Crest anymore. Time heals a lot. Not everything. But a lot. I still fly back to Rinn Mhaoile every year to recarve her name on the tidestone of remembrance her clan has in the bay.” He watched steam rise off his warmer-than-human body and wondered how long it would take him to freeze to death in here. A sight longer than Kaden though that wasn’t as comforting as it once would have been, “I think they wanted to have more kids. But they never got around to it. It’s fine though. I’ve got a found family I love here in town and a million and a half cousins that I FaceTime constantly to keep up to date on family gossip. You practically need one of those corkboards with pictures and strings that conspiracy idiots have to keep track of all of the drama.” The silence stretched between them, cut only by the droning whir of the fans pumping arctic air down on them, “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry as well. It’s a terrible thing to go through. And we only have to survive til shift change at 7. I know they have to come in to do a temperature check. I used to date a guy who worked at one of these when I was in high school.”

“He left? That’s--” Kaden couldn’t imagine. He’d been orphaned, sure, but it wasn’t by his parent’s choices. Well, not entirely. Sure they’d chosen to go out that night, but they wouldn’t just abandon him like that. Right? Not while he was their legacy. All of that shit. “That’s bullshit. That he did that.” He rubbed his arms with his hands, hoping to warm them. His skin might be colder than Regan’s for once. It would have been funny if the circumstances weren’t what they were. Thinking of her hit like a kick in the gut. Thinking of how cold he was just made it worse. “Family. Sounds nice. I, uh, my only family is pretty much other hunters at this point. Not related. We-- none of my relatives survived long enough for me to know them. Not sure there’s a Langely out there who’s died asleep in their bed. Not for a long fucking time at least. Centuries maybe.” He sighed and saw his breath form in the cold air in front of him. “Doubt that will end with me. Especially not if we never leave here.” 7. What time was it now? He checked his watch. Putain. They still had a while. “Well if I freeze to death, guess I won’t have to worry about any fucking decisions I have to make.”

“We all make choices in how we process our grief.” Ricky had the benefit of over a decade of hindsight, but he remembered how brightly his rage had burned, “I don’t think he could stand how much I looked like him but was truly like her. It always served to remind him of the true love he’d had taken from him.” He propped a leg up on a shelf, leaning back to listen to Kaden talk, “Is it that truly genetic then? Being a hunter? Like father like son? There was always a chance my parents could have birthed a human child; but I think genetically I was always more likely to be selkie than I was to be human. There’s something to be said for found family. My father’s side is all gay-hating arch conservatives so I don’t feel like I’m missing out on them. Winston, Blanche, Dee, Deidre…. These are better family members than I could ever have been shackled to by birth.” His laugh sent a billow of steam into the freezer air as he shook his head, “I’m not going to let you freeze to death in here, Langley. Even if I have to spoon you to keep you warm. You don’t get to use death as an excuse to get out of this decision.” As his bright smile faded into something more quiet and yet more sincere he leaned forward and put his elbows on his knees, resting his chin in steepled fingers, “As little as I know my opinion means to you, I do trust you to make the right choice. You’re a dick, and a douche, and an asshole… but you’re a good man. As much insane bullshit as there is in the world; I feel I can usually trust the hearts of good men. So don’t fuck it up.”

[purplesurveys]

640

Your name, please? Robyn. Are you heartbroken right now? No, my heart’s doing okay. If so, how long have you been heartbroken? Do you like the area you live in? I like that it’s a lot quieter than the metro, but we get everything we could also get in the city nonetheless. Right now it’s just a little unsettling since the Taal Volcano erupted and we have ashfall land all over our house, but otherwise where we live is pretty decent and uneventful for the most part. Do you ever get complimented on your eyes? What color are they? It’s not my strongest feature so no, not really. They’re dark brown/almost black.

What facial feature do you like the best on a person? Everyone has their different strong suits, so. Do you like to be called baby? Only by my parents and my girlfriend, because otherwise that would be creepy. What is your favorite flower? I like roses, sunflowers, and peonies. Idk, my answers to this question changes every time so it’s safe to say they’re only my favorites today. When did you last use the restroom? Five minutes ago. I went before starting this. How long is your hair? Pretty long. I haven’t had it cut since late in 2018; if I throw my head slightly back it already reaches my hips. I plan to keep it long until my graduation shoot, so I won’t be going to the salon for at least another month. Do you have braces? I used to. Do you have any freckles? Nope. What is your favorite Internet meme? There was a local meme going around last week and it involved people making hilarious puns out of celebrity names and pairing them with Photoshopped pictures of the celebrities to match the pun – for example, a local celeb named Rico Blanco was styled as Rico Blanket and a photo of him was shopped so that he’s in bed wrapped in a blanket :(((( OK IT DOESN’T SOUND FUNNY RN but all the entries were hilarioussssss I swear. Unfortunately everyone hopped on the meme train and it died in like a week. How many windows does your room have? Two big windows but each have four tiny window panes in them that can be opened. Do you have a rug in your room? What color is it? No. My dog likes peeing on rugs so we don’t like having them laying around. What is the weirdest animal you've ever held? I don’t think any animal is weird... but the coolest ones I’ve ever held are a snake, an eagle, a sea turtle, and a crocodile. The first three I got to meet in Bali, and the crocodile was from Palawan. Do you get extremely hyper when under the influence of sugar? No. I never really believed in that either. What about caffeine? I get pretty talkative, yes. I also talk like I have built-in exclamation points lol. Have you ever tried any drugs? If so, did you regret it? No, I haven’t. Do you have any pregnant friends? None of my friends are, but I can never be sure anymore when it comes to people I know. I always say no to this question, then sooner or later someone I know gives birth kfdgkdjfhd like a classmate from high school just had her third kid and no one even had any idea she was pregnant again. Guess I’ll just keep answering this question with a shrug. Have you seen anyone lately that you knew but didn't remember from where? Yeah, this was me for a few seconds when I arrived in my history class for our first day last Friday and I saw several people that I knew I know, but I had to recollect my thoughts. I eventually remembered who they were, but for a few seconds I was stumped. When was the last time you toilet papered or egged someones house? I’ve never done this, because you don’t do this in the Philippines. Do you usually dress up for Halloween? Some years I would. When ordering food, what do you usually get as a drink? I always get ala carte because I only drink water (I get full quicker if I have any other drink), and service water is always there. Put your favorite color and favorite animal. EX: Silver walrus Pink dog. When drawing something, do you try to be super precise or do you not care? I don’t care for drawing and am aware of just how bad I am at it, so I barely make any effort when I have to. When was the last time you snapped at someone? Sunday morning. My mom was playing a mobile game where the character will only be able to move if you scream, so she was screaming her ass off at 7 AM and I was worried it would wake the neighbors up. Does it bug you when people clap with their palms? HAHAHAHAHA like Nicole Kidman? Oh man. I’ve never actually seen someone clap the way she did in real life, so I don’t know if it would bug me. I know it’d send me laughing, though. Have you hugged anyone today? Just my dog. Classes have been suspended because of the Taal erupting, so I’m not seeing anyone else today. How many languages do you know how to say 'happy birthday' in? Filipino, English, Spanish, French, and Korean, so make that five. What language would you like to learn that you don't already know? Korean, just because I watch so many Korean shows as it is lmao. Are you able to take this language at your school? Yes, but it’s not required in my curriculum so I’ve never taken a Korean language elective. Have you ever been into a bar? Yes, I’ve always preferred bars to clubs so I’ve gone to a lot of them. What ethnicity are you? Broadly, Austronesian. But specifically, I’m Filipino, and even more specifically, Tagalog. How much makeup do you wear? None. I usually wear makeup only for special events, or if I absolutely had to, like for my graduation shoot. If you could fly, what kind of wings would you have? I’d like pink sparkly ones please hahahaha. Write some lyrics from the song stuck in your head right now. Nothing’s playing in my head at the moment. Do you like that song? Would you describe yourself as 'fiesty'? You mean feisty? I can bring out that side of me if I have to, but I’m not naturally it. How corny is High School Musical in your opinion? Pretty fucking corny. But I love the series and it’ll always be an important part of my childhood, so I’m never going to hate it. Have you actually read Twilight? Yes. I don’t know how I started getting into it though; I just remember it became insanely popular in the fourth grade and all of a sudden I wanted the Twilight boxed set for Christmas. What about Harry Potter? Yes, I read most of the books. My sister got into HP when she was aroundddd 10-11ish and my parents also got her a boxed set, so I borrowed each book after she finished them. Out of the two, which is better? Twilight.

Name a member of the Beatles! Ringo Starr. Who was the name of your first crush? My first real crush was Andi. How long ago was that? Eleven years ago. Do you still know that person? She migrated to New Zealand nine years ago, so we got disconnected for a long time and that’s when we got cut off. We’re Facebook friends now, but it’s never been the same. Happy for her, though. Can you handle your emotions very well? Usually I can, but when I’m at my breaking point then I’m at my breaking point. How often do you read books? Once every five years :(( JK uhhhhh I read loads, just not from books, and particularly not anything fictional. Are you the jealous type? I can be when there’s reason to, yep. Are you the type of person who gets jealous of people's pasts? No. And usually people regret their past, so I don’t feel jealous about that. Have you ever gotten an ear infection from riding an airplane? No. My ears were incredibly uncomfortable during my first plane ride though, and it didn’t help that I was already panicking long before the flight started. Anyway, my ears never fully ~popped and I was like 80% deaf for the entire plane ride. When was the last time you witnessed someone throw up? The last time someone threw up, it was me lol. But if we’re gonna be strict about the question, it wassssss last April I think. When was the last time YOU threw up? Sometime around May last year. Do you know anyone who faints at the sight of blood? ME. I’m anyone who faints at the sight of blood. Maybe not literally faint but I do feel super nauseous and weak and dizzy and I’d sometimes gag too. Hmm. I wonder how those girls have their period. Yeah well it’s not a very fun 3-4 days for me, my dude. Don't you just love the Cottonelle puppy? I don’t know what that is. Can you do any 'magic' tricks? No. Do you know how to play Checkers? I used to as a kid, because we used to have lots of board games. But since it was the game we barely ever played, I eventually forgot the rules. What clubs are you in at school? I’m in one of the two journalism organizations, and I also joined the graduation committee this year so that I get to contribute something for our batch :) What do you fear most in this world? Either falling from a very high place or drowning. And injections. What do your siblings fear most in this world? I know my sister is afraid of big crowds, chaotic situations, and small spaces. I don’t know what my brother fears, nor do I really care. What was the last sentence you heard anyone say? I’m listening to a mukbang ASMR right now and the last thing the girl said was her basically describing what she’s about to eat. Is Taylor more of a boy's name or a girl's name? I know we’re not supposed to care about this anymore, but if I really had to think about this question I see it as a boy’s name. But I also see that it works on girls just as nicely, so. What about Dylan? Boy’s name. But it sounds so badass on girls, and I prefer it as a girl’s name. What colors are the eyes of your family members? Dark brown/black. Filipinos all look the same, dude. Are you related to anyone with red hair? No. Do you know anyone with super super green eyes? Other than celebrities, no. What color was your hair when you were little? It has always been black. What color is it now? ^ Were you a chubby baby? I was a pretty chubby young kid especially from the ages of 3-5, but I was an okay-sized baby/toddler. I’d be surprised if I was chubby considering my mom and dad are both slim. What is your favorite mythical creature? Not a fan of those. Do you know anyone with a mullet? No, I don’t think so. Put down a random word here. Watermelon. What is your favorite fruit? Avocado. Now what is your favorite flavor of lollipop? Chocolate. If you combine your 2 above answers and make a perfume would it smell good? Probably not. They’re so different. Do you always feel like you have to be the best? Yes. That’s why I always take it hard when I end up not being that. Are you looking forward to summer? Yes, because I’ll get to rest. No, because it will be my last summer until I die. Are you wearing socks right now or are you barefoot? I’m barefoot. Socks always feels like they’re there, and I don’t like that feeling. What's on your favorite necklace? I’m not regularly wearing any necklace these days. How many hours of sleep did you get last night? Around seven, which is okay for me. Which is better: gingerbread or butterscotch? Caramel or peanut butter? Nutella or chocolate? Do you own an iPad? We own a family iPad, but no one’s used it in a while. I was the one who used it last as a means to work and communicate, back when I broke my phone and didn’t have a new laptop yet in my first year of college. I honestly hope that iPad never dies on us, since there’s a load of great memories there. Do you watch Glee? No and as someone who hates song covers, I think I’m better off not watching it skksjfdhgfg. How hard is it for you to get out of bed in the morning? When that day would require me to do something I dread, like attend a class I hate, it will be a lot harder for me to get up. But generally I’m pretty okay, as long as I set my alarm 30 minutes to an hour before I actually have to get up so that I have enough time to properly wake up. How many books are in the current room you're in? I’m in the dining room so there are zero books around. Have you ever witnessed an aircraft break the sound barrier? No. I also never really knew what that means, but I know I’ve never seen that. Do you keep a sketchpad in your room? I don’t draw, so I never needed one. Is there anything you do right before you go to sleep? Put water on my dog’s bowl – he likes drinking before we doze off. What color is your favorite purse? I only use one and it’s pink. How much money is currently in your wallet? ₱2,000. Do you get an allowance? Yes. How many songs are on your iPod? Don’t use an iPod these days. Do you usually have sweet dreams or nightmares? My dreams are either weird or nightmares. I never get any sweet ones. How has the weather been lately? It’s a little gloomy and cloudy. I don’t know if it’s an effect of the volcano eruption nearby, or if the weather is just like this. When was the last earthquake you felt? It was either August or September.

[neverwatchedonepiece]

638-639: "A Deadly Blow! The Astonishing King Punch!" and "The Fighting Fish Strike! Across the Deadly Iron Bridge!"

Franky offers to wipe Sol’s internet history.

I knew there was something up with that toy.

Never thought he’d be part of the Resistance, though. (May the force be with you, Sol.)

Once Block B’s Battle Royale concluded (more on that later), the action cut to Franky and Sol the Toy. Sol was suspicious and alarmed by Franky’s willingness to ask any random person he met about destroying a top secret local weapons factory. But Franky was unmoved. He needed intel. He followed Sol out into the stairwell.

At first, it seemed Sol wouldn’t talk. Franky threatened to leave and find someone else. “I said I need to beat up a Donquixote Family member and find out how to destroy the Smile factory!”

But Sol’s caginess stemmed from the fact that he was already involved in a similar plot! (Very cool.) “You keep talking about this radical plan, but why do you want to do such a thing? It seems like you know things ordinary people don’t. What is your true purpose?”

Franky kept his mouth shut. He’s streetwise enough to know not to let any old random in on the Strawheart Alliance’s Yonkou Stompin Plan.

But he was also smart enough to spot a potential ally. “Then you too!” he said. “Where is the factory? Tell me right now and I’ll destroy it.”

Sol refused. He was not against destroying the factory but first, “we want to save the workers.” The use of ‘we’ was a definite giveaway. Sol is not acting alone. He mentioned Rebecca earlier. Maybe she’s part of the Resistance too? I am also suspicious about this Ricky character. He also hates Doflamingo. I have a funny feeling he might be connected to Kyros too (maybe he is Kyros). After all, no one remembers seeing him fight, he just disappeared and it was only twenty years ago this happened.

Another issue Sol raised was that the fall of the factory could lead to the downfall of Dressrosa itself. (Hence Franky shouting about the factory in public not being a good idea.) Okay, I thought. That makes sense. It’d trash the local economy and bring upon the island the wrath of Kaidou. But in that case, why would Sol want that to happen? Well, maybe not *want* it to happen. It’s more like, why would Sol rather have Kaidou wreck the place rather than let the status quo run its course?

I felt like Sol almost gave it away when he said to Franky, “If you have the nerve and are determined to go against Doflamingo, I’m going to tell you everything about this tragic kingdom of Dressrosa!”

Yes, please! Please do tell us all about the tragic kingdom of Dressrosa!

But I was blueballed. The credits rolled and the plot hasn’t circled back to Sol and Franky.

I’ll make a mad prediction while I wait. I’m thinking all these invisible fairies hanging about might be the original inhabitants of Dressrosa and the Donquixote Family have enslaved them or are forcing them to work in the factory for practically nothing. 

And the Winner Is...?

Meanwhile, in the Colosseum, Block B’s battle was about to conclude.

The twists and turns here were great. I guessed Bartolomeo would emerge the victor (laws of shounen: the fighter who is totally relaxed and barely lifts a finger always ends up winning (this only applies to battles that aren’t vital to the plot)). But how the fight played out was really entertaining and I never imagined it ending that way.

The mystery of Bartolomeo’s Devil Fruit power was kept until the very end of the fight. Even Bellamy’s speed and power couldn’t break Bartolomeo’s strange, deflective powers. At first I thought it was a rebound power. This was only because Bartolomeo seemed surprised by one of Bellamy’s attacks (like the power seemed to happen automatically - not controlled by Bartolomeo). Now I know Bartolomeo must have had his fingers crossed while Bellamy was attacking. The only thing that planted a seed of doubt? Bellamy did manage to grab Bartolomeo. How had that worked?

The scene of multiple betrayals was fun. Dagama urged the fodder fighters to regroup, muster their strength and focus attacks on Blue Gilly - only for Dagama to cut them down when their backs were turned and reveal he had really teamed up with Blue Gilly all along! That was a fun twist in itself. Then, when Gilly double-crossed Dagama.... ooooh, the intrigue! The fact the fodders were probably coerced into fighting because Dagama had poisoned them only upped the scumbag stakes.

I love that Dagama had the cheek to complain Blue Gilly double-crossed him. It’s like Gilly said, “Can’t believe people would trust a dubious guy like him in the first place!”

While everyone was double-crossing each other, Elizabello shadow-boxed and sweat-dropped. A bunch of chuckling, vengeful thugs surrounded him. Gilly decided to gloat. Called him a “helpless king without a court” who couldn’t do anything without Dagama.

When Liz ceased so shadow box... that should have been everyone’s clue to take him out. Instead, the other idiots in the ring let Liz power up. The guy stood there red-faced, yelling and popping veins like he was locked in the bathroom suffering through a difficult poop.

Even the audience knew something was wrong before they did. A group of worried randoms figured out their section of the Colosseum would be wrecked if they didn’t scarper.

By the time Gilly and the other fighters noticed something was seriously wrong, Gilly’s attempt to take Liz out was too late. KABOOM! Liz threw the King Punch. It was pretty spectacular. A golden-tinged impact that would have done Caesar proud. It took out almost everyone. Bellamy, Gilly, everyone who had been knocked out, was blown away into the moat.

Only a single-person remained in the ring.

IT WAS ME, DIO BARTOLOMEO!

Yes, it was Bartolomeo! And the trick he had been using to job the entire fight was revealed by Liz’s King Punch. 

Bellamy was right: Bartolomeo was a Devil Fruit user. He has eaten the Barrier Barrier Fruit, which enables him to protect himself from (any?) attacks if he crosses his fingers. He also unwittingly used his powers to save a large section of the Colosseum and the crowd who would have been obliterated by the blast. Not sure if he’d like that. But a win was a win, right?

Interestingly, Bartolomeo also has a reason for fighting. After he told the audience to go to hell, he declared he would win the Mera Mera Fruit and dedicate it to “That Person.”

As yet, I have absolutely no clue who it could be. 

But Bartolomeo’s reaction to finding out Strawhat Luffy was in the mix was intriguing. Was that fear I saw on his face? I’m trying to remember if I’ve ever seen Bartolomeo before but am drawing a complete blank. The weirdest thing was that there was no confrontation between Luffy and Bartolomeo. Looking forward to seeing what is up with this guy later on.

Luffy cheering on Bellamy was a good twist too. Actually, it’s not really a twist. When it comes to most people Luffy doesn’t care much about the past (Teach and Akainu are probably on the shit list for good). If he can forgive you, then all is forgotten. Of course, Bellamy felt embarrassed being cheered on by the old enemy who gave him a pasting. Doubly so, since he has failed again and Luffy has become so much stronger (able to use Conqueror’s haki - like Doflamingo, I guess).

Now the focus is on Block C. The competitors here seem a bit fodderish, with the exception of Don Chinjao. We have Sai, Boo, Brutal Bull (lmao), Hajrudin a Giant pirate mercenary from Elbaf, some fighting champ called Ideo, the Funk Brothers (lmao) and some guy called Jean the Bandit. Rebecca should clean up here. Then, when Block D comes around, it’ll be Luffy vs Cabbage.

Unpopular Opinion Time

I am beginning to like Caesar.

There must be something wrong with me.

Oda, I can’t believe you’ve done this. It is entirely your fault.

The action cut from Bartolomeo’s horrified Luffy realisation to the Caesar Handover Team out on the bridge.

My prediction that it would take them ages to cross the bridge was shot down in glorious flames. Thanks to Caesar, it didn’t even take them half an episode! Thank you, Oda.

It turned out the solid-looking iron bridge praised by Usopp was not especially robust. I think Caesar jinxed it, though. He was the one who said, “We’ll be fine if the fish don’t strike.”

Then a bubbling rumble in the depths announced itself. I lol’d heartily when a Vast Horned Abomination slammed itself into the barrier and stared at them with a grin stretched across its face and a look of murder in its mad, red eyes that said, “There will not be a second smash.” (I liked their design, by the way. The fighting fish look awesome.)

As Law wanted to reserve most of his strength for the return journey, he left Robin and Usopp to smack down the fighting fish (literally in Robin’s case). They were doing a fine job, but when Law asked Usopp to uncuff Caesar so he could fight...

Holy moly, Caesar is actually pretty strong. I keep forgetting, since he acts like such a highly-strung goofball diva a lot of the time, but damn... those Gastille beams fried those fish like it was cookout season!

Still, there were a lot of fish. And the bridge had collapsed in the middle. With nowhere to run, Law almost used Room, but the offending fish was speared, netted and dragged away along the other half of the bridge by freaked out, invisible people. (Interesting.)

Once Caesar was convinced to fly them all over the broken bridge (Caesar is basically Law’s bitch now his heart’s in a box. He is hilariously bitter about it,) they discovered the netted fish drag marks led straight to Green Bit.

It’s a strange place, is Green Bit. It is supposedly deserted and is therefore overgrown, wild, full of animal life. Ships lie wrecked all round the coast. A single, huge rose towers over everything else (hence the name Dressrosa?) Usopp should be fine here. He’s used to hostile wilderness terrain. Unless the invisible fairy people attack them. Then all bets are off.

KNEW IT.

I totally knew Sanji was being played.

Still, I’m glad the dumb charade has finally run its course. At least it only lasted for a couple of minutes each episode. I was getting tired of Sanji dropping all his Strawhat responsibilities for a random.

Got to admit, though, the brief skirmish with the thugs in the warehouse was cool. Sanji was so fast, the guy never knew what hit him. Sanji is always so stylish when he fights.

And look at what it’s got him into. Cuffed and likely hauled off to who-knows-what fate. Sanji’s reaction to Violet was interesting. It was almost like he recognised her face. (Either that or realisation hit that he was being played the entire time.) Whatever the case, this plot line has just become ten times more interesting and I’m looking forward to seeing where it leads.

If I can make another mad prediction? Violet is a member of CP0. Absolutely no basis for this other than she looks pretty dead behind the eyes, is kinda scary and her working with CP0 would tie them into the main plot nicely.

“Excuse me, do you have a moment to talk about our lord and saviour, Donquixote Doflamingo?”

[percywinchester27]

Unconventional Roommates (Part-9)

Word count: 3.1K

Pairing: Dean X Reader

Warnings: Fluff mostly :)

Series Summary: Now that his brother is at Stanford, for the first time in his life, Dean does something for himself. He takes a step towards chasing his own dreams and moves away from Lawrence to start college, which is both thrilling and scary at the same time. Only catch, in this unknown town, he is stuck with the MOST infuriating female on the planet- the roommate from hell!

A/N: I can’t put into words what all your love for the series means to me. Thank you so much guys <3

Thanks to the loveliest @deanssweetheart23 for being my beta on this one. You are the absolute best and I love you so much <3

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As he watched her sleeping form, Dean was absolutely certain of two things. One, he had to find out what had happened to her. Not secretly, but rather, he'd wait for as long as it took for her to trust him enough to tell him herself and willingly.

And second, that he wasn't just in danger of falling for her anymore. He knew it with absolute certainty, felt it in his gut, saw it even behind closed lids that he already had and now, there was no going back from it.

It tickled him pleasantly. That's what woke Dean up, and the moment he opened his eyes, a flurry of hair fell into his eyes. He sat up quickly, his head spinning a little because of the suddenness.

At first, he felt disoriented, barely recognizing where he was. This wasn't his room in Lawrence. Then it came back to him- too quickly, but also not quickly enough. All of the past month and then every minute of last night, the closeness, her smile, her scent… all of it. His stomach dropped and he whipped his head towards her.

Y/N was lying on her stomach, her head turned towards him and her hair splayed around her wildly as if she was swathed in it. The blanket was drawn up till her waist and her turtleneck was hitched up by just a couple of inches.

He forgot how to breathe.

Dean knew he was screwed, mostly because he couldn't stop looking at her. Couldn't stop looking at the little pout she probably didn't even know her lips made. Couldn't stop staring at the little frown lines. God knew what dream was making her worry even in her sleep, but he wanted more than anything to kiss those lines on her forehead. But he also wanted to kick himself or maybe laugh at the tragedy of the whole situation. What in the name of hell had made him fall for the one girl who did not want him back? Why had he been so stupid?

But truth be told, even in his heart he knew that he'd never really had any control over it. Looking back, every little thing that had happened between them had just pushed him towards her.

Just as he was pondering over how painful living with this feeling was going to be, with her right next to him under the same roof, the doorbell rang, making him jump.

"What the hell?" he muttered, confused, getting up hurriedly so as to not wake Y/N up.

As he made his way towards the door, the bell rang again.

"Coming!" He called, already pissed at whoever it was.

The bell rang once more just when his fingers found the door knob.

"It's a fucking Sunda-… Sam?"

Sam stood grinning widely at the door, hands deep in his jeans pocket and a bag slung over his shoulders. "Good morning, Sunshine," he smirked.

"What're you doing here?" Dean asked, shocked.

"It's great to see you, too," Sam said, walking past him and into the living room. Dean watched as his brother's eyes roamed around the apartment, taking in every detail and then finally landing on the red door.

"That's the serial killer chick's room, right?" Sam pointed out.

Dean had the weirdest urge to defend Y/N. "She's not a serial killer."

"It's not what you told me the last time."

Dean ignored his question, shut the door and walked up to his brother.

"But what're you doing here?"

Sam had another hyper excited grin for him. "So, I thought since you came to see me last time, I could surprise you this time. It was Jess' idea." His face fell slightly when Dean's eyes still only reflected shock. "I thought it'd make you happy."

Dean was quick to reassure. "Of course I'm happy, Sammy. I just didn't expect you is all."

That was enough to satisfy Sam. He turned to face the other door. "Is that your room?"

Before Sam could ask to check it out, Dean quickly pushed him to the sofa on which he plopped down unassumingly.

"Dean?" Y/N's voice called out to him from inside. "Is everything okay?"

Sam's head whipped around at what would be closed to the speed of light and Dean closed his eyes. He didn't need to see his brother's face to know what Sam's reaction was going to be when Y/N walked out of his room. He'd have that classic Sam Winchester shit eating grin.

She was still groggy, rubbing her eyes, her full lips popping into a small 'O' as she yawned. The beanie was back on her head, even though lopsided. All that vanished the moment she saw Sam. Her stance morphed into one that was defensive- she drew herself straight, chin jutting out and her eyes became as distrusting as ever.

Sam paled.

"Y/N-" Dean reached out, ready to jump in between if she decided to launch a physical attack of any sort, but then something changed, her eyes became round and suddenly she dropped the posture.

"You're Sam," she said blankly.

Sam got up slowly, carefully. His hands itched at his side, like he was controlling the urge to raise them over his head. Dean had to bite back a chuckle.

Y/N smiled, a small but real smile. "I saw your picture by Dean's bed."

Sam gave Dean a knowing side eye and he wanted to groan. What made it worse was that, despite Sam's assumptions about what Y/N was doing anywhere near Dean's bed, it wasn't that way at all. And God, did Dean wanted it to be that way. He wanted all of Sam's assumptions to be true… so much that he didn't know whether to cry or laugh about it.

"Uhhh… you guys want coffee or something?" She asked, awkwardly, completely ignorant to what had passed silently between the brothers.

"Sure, that would be great," Sam said.

Once she had moved to the kitchen and both of them were seated, Sam turned to Dean with a supremely smug expression. "So!"

"So?" Dean had to control the urge to roll his eyes.

"It's not like that, huh?" Sam said, quoting him from the other night.

"Shhhh…" Dean whispered, throwing a look towards Y/N, making sure that she was out of earshot. "It really isn't like that."

"She just walked out of your bedroom, dude," Sam contradicted, also whispering.

Dean drew a deep breath to calm himself some. "We went out to the fair last night."

"Just the two of you?"

"Yeah!" Dean realized that everything he said was just gonna make it worse, but he tried anyway. "I had to click pictures for the paper and I just asked her to tag along, that's all. She was so tired after an evening of me dragging her around, that she passed out on my bed. I slept on the floor."

Sam gave him a penetrating look, one that Dean was too used to. That was the look he'd get every time he had skipped his dinner and worked overtime, when he'd stayed up late when Sam was studying for SATs. Dean would make up some crap reason, and Sam would call him out on his bullshit. Every time.

It was Sam seeing right through him.

"Here!" Y/N placed the two cups on the table, effectively breaking the hushed conversation.

"I don't know what you guys like," she shrugged apologetically, "So I just made it my way."

"That's alright," Dean was quick to reassure her. "You didn't have to do it."

"It's okay."

Not knowing what else to say, he sipped from his mug. The coffee was surprisingly good.

He looked up to tell her that but the words died on his lips, for Y/N was drinking deeply out of her own mug, eyes closed and a soft smile on her lips. So lost was she, that she was barely aware that he was watching her. Sometimes, a drop would remain on the rim of the mug and her bottom lip would drag along the edge, tongue peeking out quickly to catch it before it rolled down the side.

Dean was mesmerized.

Sam cleared his throat loudly, and Dean fumbled a little with his mug.

"Uhh… the coffee is amazing, Y/N," he said, trying to somehow hide the warmth he was feeling in his cheeks now.

"Yeah, it's pretty great," Sam agreed. "I must say, this is the first time I've seen Dean drink something other than black coffee, let alone like it."

Dean stamped on his brother's foot behind the coffee table and Sam had to pass his wince as a cough.  

Having Sam anywhere close to Y/N wasn't going to fare well for him. Dean got up quickly. "How about I show you around the Campus? I know it's an off day, but that's even better, right? Less crowd."

Before Sam could object, Dean rushed back to his room, closing the door behind him.

What an utter mess! The two people that consumed most of his thoughts were now sitting outside while his heart was trying to beat its way out of his chest. Sam was his responsibility, a part of his identity. His life had revolved around that nerd kid for as long as he could remember… but his world was realigning now. Wasn't changing its orbit, no. It was tilting it's axis, so that Y/N was always there, wherever his thoughts might turn.

He dressed hurriedly, throwing on the first thing that he could find in his closet and then rushed out to the living room.

There, Y/N was laughing at something Sam said. Not smiling, not smirking. She was actually laughing. Sam was in the middle of an animated story with his face stuck on an expression that seemed honestly appalled.

"… What did you expect me to do? Of course I told him to go screw himself," Sam concluded, as if what he did was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Damn right," Y/N agreed. "He should have treated you better than that."

"Honestly, anyone who'd call me an orphan is an ignorant douche bag. I never was one, because I always had Dean. Always."

Y/N nodded vehemently. The conversation had gone from funny to intense in a minute flat.

Dean coughed loudly and the dialogue came to a halt, both of them turning to the sound of his footsteps.

"Ready to go?"

"Yeah!" Sam jumped right up, then turned to her. "It was great meeting you, Y/N," he said earnestly.

"I can say the same," she smiled. "Don't forget about Thanksgiving. We have a date."

Date? What?

"Of course. I'll bring Jess around the next time, she'd love to meet you."

They shook hands and then Sam followed Dean out of the apartment.

All the time that it took to get to the University, Dean couldn't help but wonder how the hell had Sam managed to break Y/N in 10 minutes flat? In the time that it took Dean to change out of his clothes they had gone from Jess to Dean to an invitation for Thanksgiving dinner. It had taken Dean more than a month to get Y/N to be civil to him.

He felt both curious and annoyed by it. What had Sam done? Maybe he just gave her his big puppy dog eyes and Y/N melted like putty, because no one in Dean's living memory had managed to beat the puppy dog eyes of doom. Secret agent or not, Y/N was only human. So she lost.

At the University, Dean tried to be as extensive as Sam had been about Stanford, but in reality, he didn't know much about the place. He still took his brother around to the Mech Lab, Workshops, Paper's office and the Quadrangle. Sam seemed lost in the beautiful architecture. According to him, colleges on the west coast were far more beautiful than those on the east coast. The east just seemed far more clinical, while the west had a sort of character, something personal about how the buildings stretched out in endless sandstone.

Dean thought Sam was biased, but all in all, it was great to show Sam around, mostly cause the kid had questions to ask about everything, from how the labs worked to all his lectures. What really got to Dean was the way Sam walked with his chest puffed out, not unlike a proud mom. It was only towards the end that Dean realized that Sam's obvious superior, almost arrogant strut was because of Dean. Sam was proud of him. It made Dean go all quiet for a moment.

He was sure to take Sam around to see Cas, who was delighted to see him, and then to the Autobody shop. Bobby was pretty impressed to see the Pre-law from Stanford and it was Dean's turn to be proud, because, despite what he had achieved, Sam was nothing if not humble. He had a rare sense of empathy that could touch the coldest of hearts. Maybe that's what got to Y/N.

When it was past afternoon, Sam slung his bag back on his shoulders, his face resigned. It was time to go.

"Are we never going to talk about it?" Sam asked.

"Talk about what?" Dean knew what.

Sam sighed. "Y/N, Dean. Are we ignoring the fact that you're hopelessly in love with her?"

His stomach dropped. "Uhhgg… What?"

Sam gave him a very pronounced disbelieving look that seemed to ask, 'Seriously?'

"It's not like that, Sam." It slipped out before he could even think it through. Dean had said it so many times, that it almost sounded true now. Almost.

"If that's how you're going to do it, then let's drive right back to your place," Sam said, "Let's pick your camera and develop that negative roll. I'm willing to bet my ass that more than half the pictures are of that girl."

"Am I wrong?" He asked again, when Dean didn't say anything.

Then his expression softened. "I'm not going to drag it out of you, Dean. You can tell me to butt out cause it's none of my business, but don't you think you've earned the right to be happy?"

Dean didn't reply to that either, instead, he asked Sam the question he'd been dying to know the answer to. "How did you get her open up to you so soon? I mean, I know you do your cute guy thing, but she's so removed from everyone all the time. How did you get her to laugh like that?"

Sam scoffed, but it wasn't mean in any way, more like he thought Dean's question was cute. Like he was merely indulging Dean when he answered the question.

"To get her to open up," Sam said slowly, deliberately, "All I had to do was say your name, Dean. I did nothing, you did. Even when you weren't in the same room."

Whoa!

Maybe his face showed the shock, maybe it didn't, but Sam laughed gently. "She's pretty awesome actually. She has a degree in political science and economics."

"But really," Sam continued, when Dean said nothing. "Her face just lit up when I mentioned your name. She loves you, dumbass! I don't know how you can't see it."

Again, Dean was too stunned to reply. It wasn't possible. Sam was just seeing what he wanted to see. There was no truth there whatsoever.

Sam smiled, a small, knowing smile, as if he could read exactly what was going through Dean's head. "Think what you want, but you'll see it soon enough for yourself."

"Since when did you become such an expert on love?"

Sam shrugged. "Well, I can't help but not see that she cares for you. I suffer from the same affliction."

A deliberate wink.

Dean laughed. "College is turning you into one of those bogus fair philosophers, Sam. C'mere."

Sam went in willingly enough, engulfing Dean in a bear hug. It seemed like he had been a clingy kid just yesterday. When did he grow up enough to preach life lessons?

When his bus rolled in front of the bus stop, Sam climbed in with one last smile. "Just think about what I said okay? You deserve this. All of it."

Dean sat at the bus long after Sam had left, staring at the winding road ahead of him, his head buzzing with all sorts of thoughts. Ones that he wanted to have, others not so much. But the thoughts that tormented him the most were the ones that he barely dared to believe. What if Sam was right? It wasn't like him to give false hope. What if there was even the slightest possibly that Y/N felt the same towards him? Even if just a little bit?

The idea scared him to bits, because liking her was one thing. At worst, it would be painful if she never returned the feelings. He'd yearn for her and living under the same roof, burning in the agony of unrequited love would be a torture of its own. But the alternative where she actually returned his feelings and then he disappointed her like every other godforsaken person in his life, what would be left then? How the hell was he supposed to live with that?

Then there was also her past. Dean had guessed enough to know that it was something fucked up. She didn't seem too willing to elaborate on the other Ex, but something told Dean that it went way back, because if there was one thing he recognized, it was family issues. She'd probably had a hard and messy childhood. Y/N was barely starting to come out of her shell, open up to him… if he did something wrong now, he would end up hurting her in ways that might not even be repairable. God forbid if she never trusted anyone else after that.

Dean put his head in his hands, finally taking his eyes off the setting sun. This was not how he had imagined his life to be when he'd moved into the town. He'd rather do Zach's assignment another 10 times than deal with this overwhelming feeling building in his chest. But try as he might, he couldn't forget the feel of her body pressed against his, the way she had reached out to him and asked him to not go. He couldn't suppress the desperate urge to press his lips to her. Dean wanted to know how she tasted, he wondered if she would lick his lips just like she licked the mug of coffee to catch that stray drop.

It raised goosebumps on his skin just thinking about it.

When the sun had completely disappeared behind the horizon, he got up from the bench, finally making his way back to his car. And despite his own internal conflict, Dean couldn't help hoping against hope that for this once, Sam was right.

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A/N 2: You think Dean will act on his feelings, now that he’s finally accepted them?

Also, how do you like Sam in this series? Am I writing him in character?

A/N 3: Please do consider reblogging my work and leaving feedback. Reblogging helps spread it, and also helps against the “best posts first” option tumblr has. The more the notes, the less chance of it getting buried beneath others posts. And the comments are what keep me going. I love you guys and I’ll be in forever grateful <3

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if you want: something like Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei or Monogatari just more lighthearted / quirky fucking characters and story / randomness galore

If I say the words “Studio Shaft, quirky and Hiroshi Kamiya’ what anime pops into your head?

For most it’d be the Monogatari franchise. For some it would be Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei. And for a select few it’d be Arakawa.

Due to how much these 3 have in common, it’s almost impossible to not compare them, even subconsciously.

Our story begins with Ichinomiya Kou, the son of an incredibly successful bussiness man. He has been brought up all his life with the idea that he must not be indebted to others in any way, ever. Well, he runs into a problem when he is stuck on a bridge in his underwear as he is trying to climb a pillar to reach his pants. A mysterious girl fishing there watches on in silence after he turns her help down. Suddenly, the pillar breaks and he almost drowns in the river but gets saved by the mysterious girl. Kou suddenly finds his entire life being indebted to this girl and desperately tries to compensate her but she  only asks for one thing: for him to be his lover.

The Arakawa riverband is actually the home to a bunch of fucking weirdos as Kou later finds out. The girl who saved her, Nino, keeps saying the she is a Venusian. Then we have a guy in a Kappa suit pop up who is the “village chief” and keeps insisting that he most definitely is NOT a man in a kappa suit. He gives our main character a new name that he will use in his new home: Recruit.

We also have a buff former military man dressed in a nun suit who’s called Sister and a musician in a star mask called Hoshi and a few more.

So, this is where the comparison being a problem comes up. The weird characters, nonsensical story, the colour scheme, the quick cuts, reactions and overall presentation just makes you think of the other 2 works I listed above (if you’ve seen them, obviously). And that’s a problem cause Arakawa feels like a lesser product of those 2.

First the presentation. This whole anime being played out in the same location feels restricting. Even though we have random buildings, the majority of the time we’re outside where the dominating colours are blue (river and the sky) and green (grass). I found it all a bit boring after a while. The quick cuts and seperate shots were also lackluster. Especially in Monogatari, these work to compensate for the long dialouges, keeping the eyes occupied while listening to characters talk. Here, these seperate shots aren’t drawn that well and they often use muted, pastel or just 1-2 colours for them.

There isn’t a story here, like, at all. There’s some bigger overarching plot in the second half but it gets resolved pretty fast. Arakawa mostly has short stories that are based on the randomness of the characters and whatever they get up to. So then, what this show needs is great characters. Well…

The cast is silly. As weird as you would expect. However, randomness is only funny if we know why it’s random aka we need to be aware of what is considered “common sense” in the world to really understand how weird the actions of the characters are. Our “common sense meter” would’ve been Kou/Rec, however in just a few episodes he becomes part of the weird community and finds less and less stuff weird. He still can’t get over certain people and whatever they do but he reacts less to them. This is basically an inbetween of Nozomu-sensei and Koyomi. Koyomi is almost completely seperated from the events while Nozomu-sensei is basically the weirdest out of the bunch. Kou is part of the weird gang himself yet still feels distant from them, making it hard to relate to him but not making him as funny and quirky as the others around him. Still, seeing Kou’s life philosophy completely get flipped on its head is fun to watch. 

This review has really gotten away from me, I don’t even remember what point I wanted to make. So to wrap up: if you really want something in the vein of Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei and Monogatari but would be fine with a more lighthearted approach, you can give Arakawa a try. If you haven’t seen either series but would like to see something non-conventional and quirky, I’d also recommend this. [7/10] (x)

Recommend: HELL Yeah! | Yes | Eh??? | Nope | This anime killed my parents

if you want: cute girls being friends and spies / SPIES / about 3 plot twists / nice fight animation

While scouring the offering of the last Fall Season’s, my eyes immediately drew to this anime. Of course, I’d have watched it just for the fact that I saw a bunch of girls being badass but even more, the whole concept (and even the artstyle) reminded me of Princess Principal (x) which was one of the most surprisingly great anime I’ve seen so I was hoping for something similiar with Release the Spyce.

The plot isn’t anything special. Our introduction starts with Momo, who gets befriended by some girls at her new school. She is later told that these 5 girls are part of a secret spy organization, Tsukikage, who defend the city from the shadows. The Tsukikage are all young girls, as they use special spices that enchance their ability to fight and the effectiveness of the spice lessens, the older one gets. Tsukikage has been fighitng against an evil organization called Moryo for a long time.

As you can see, the story itself is pretty generic so the anime has to rely on other offerings to keep people’s attention.

First would be the characters, more or less. The cast has a varied set of personalities and chemistry between them. Due to the fact that 3 of the girls (including Momo) are apprentices to 3 of the older members, who are their mentors, we mostly see interactions with those 3 pairs. However, even with that I felt that there was some untapped potential with the girls and their unique relationships. Don’t get me wrong, everyone gets some background story and a decent amount of time establishing their characters but there still something missing. As I wreck my brain though, with everything that happens, the only thing that could’ve fixed this issue would’ve been more episodes. For its runtime of 12 episodes, the anime does as much as it can.

The second thing that can draw you in, is the missions and the animation of the fights. The shorter “mini missions” didn’t do much for me, but the ones that spanned across 1 or 2 whole episodes were really interesting to watch. The animation, while lacking in some departments, mostly shined in the fight scenes. Really, there isn’t much else to say about this one. If you want some engaging spy missions with nice animation, here you go!

Release the Spyce is very tame, everything considering, up until episode 10. That’s when shit goes DOWN and we get like 3 plot twists on top of each other and whew...I really liked it! I would’ve wished that the atmosphere we get at the very end would’ve been present at least here and there throughout the rest of the anime, but it does make it even more shocking. And I’ll stop here cause I won’t be spoiling.

RtS is a nice watch but it’s restricted by its short runtime. Nothing really can be done about that unfortunately. If you are interested based on what I’ve written above, give it a try! [7/10] (x)

Recommend: HELL Yeah! | Yes | Eh??? | Nope | This anime killed my parents

[sureuncertainty]

A Dark And Stormy Night: Ch 5

Overview: A modern day retelling of Shakespeare’s The Tempest, reimagined as a ghost story in an old mansion in the middle of nowhere.

Words: 3000

Warnings: some mild swearing, and some drinking 

Author’s Note: Finally time to find out what’s happening with Stephanie and Trink! (also this chapter is way longer than the others, for which I apologize) Previous chapters: one, two three four Ao3 link

Trink woke up in a daze of confusion to the loudest clap of thunder they’d heard in their life, that sounded like a cannon going off. They started, eyes flying open, and struggled to right themself. They’d been sleeping at quite the uncomfortable angle, and their neck was stiff and in a lot of pain.  

“What…happened?” they muttered to themselves, glancing around at the interior of the van. It was tilted at an odd angle, seemed they’d crashed into a ditch or something. Panic suddenly gripped them. Had everyone died? Were they the only survivor of a horrible car crash? Were they the one who’d died? And this was some weird version of the afterlife? Heaven or hell, Trink had no idea.

Then they realized Stephanie was also still in the van, sprawled out, completely knocked out in the backseat next to Trink. But… she didn’t appear to be breathing. Trink’s hands flew to their mouth in shock as they reached out a tentative hand to prod Stephanie’s shoulder. Nothing. No movement. Trink gasped.

“Oh my god. She’s dead.”

Their own voice sounded so loud to their ears, and thunder rolled again overhead suddenly, startling them. They became aware of the harsh rain pounding against the top of the van, and they tried to take deep breaths.

“Okay, Trink, don’t freak out,” they told themselves. “Don’t freak out. It’s fine. You’re fine. This is fine. Everything is fine. Everyone else must have survived, or why wouldn’t their bodies be here? Just… just calm down, Trink. This wasn’t part of your training, but that’s fine. It’s fine. You’re… you’re okay.” They fought down the rising panic and cupped their hands against the glass to try and see where they were.

A dark shape loomed in the distance, on a hill nearby… a large house. It was ominous, but that must be where everyone had went. And it was Trink’s only option: far better than remaining in the car with a dead body. Pushing the door to the van open, Trink stumbled out of the car into the pouring rain, and took in deep breaths of the fresh air. The rain pelted their skin, the chill of it soaking into them and snapping them out of their panicky state. This was fine, they just had to get to the house and find the others, Alonso and all them. Perhaps they’d thought Trink was dead, and that’s why they left her in the car.

“Or maybe they left you because you’re just a lousy intern and only came along because you thought it’d be a great way to get in with Alonso so you could get that promotion faster…” Trink muttered to themselves. “And you’re not really much use to anyone here, are you?”

Pushing those negative thoughts out of their head, they slogged through the mud up the hill towards the large house. The front door was almost certainly locked, so Trink didn’t bother trying, as they made their way around the side, beginning to shiver from the cold droplets lashing down on them. A flash of lightning illuminated the ground with a blinding flash, and they gasped, stumbling backwards as the thunder rolled again. How long had this storm been going on? And how long were they out anyway? An image of themselves being struck by lightning and fried to a black crisp popped unbidden into their mind. They had to get inside, and fast.

Then they spotted it, around the back of the house, a smaller door that looked slightly ajar. Breathing out a sigh of relief, they made their way towards it and it opened with a creak.

After closing the door firmly behind them, they looked around the room they had entered, shivering again, trying to shake the water off themselves, but it seemed to have seeped into their bones. They were in a kitchen, one of the biggest ones they’d ever seen, the sink piled high with dirty dishes that seemed to be in the middle of being washed. But the entire room was completely vacant, as if someone had gotten up in the middle of doing dishes and rushed out for some reason.

“H-hello?” they called out, stuttering a bit on their words. “Is… is anyone here? Alonso? Sebastian? Antonio? Anyone?”

No response but their own echo.

“Okay…” Trink muttered to themself. “That’s fine. This is fine. You’re fine. It’s fine, there’s gotta be someone around here.”

Taking a few steps into the kitchen to examine the counters, a loud clanging sound caused them to jump out of their skin. They whirled around, expecting to see someone there, but it appeared that one of the bowls had toppled off the pile of dirty dishes into the sink. Water still dripped ominously from the faucet as if it had been turned off in a hurry.

This felt suspiciously like the beginning of a horror movie, not that Trink was the type of person who could stomach horror movies.

“It’s… it’s fine, it just fell,” Trink said, their voice shaky, trying to reassure themself. They could feel the hair on the back of their neck standing up, and turned around, half expecting to see someone else standing there. But it was still empty.

Then they spotted it. The door to what was presumably a pantry, cracked open just a tiny bit. It had moved. Trink wasn’t imagining it.

Even though every molecule in their body screamed for them to turn around and run, they very cautiously approached the slightly open pantry door… if anything just to make sure it was nothing. But before they reached it, the door flung open, and they yelped, stumbling backwards, and nearly falling right down on their butt.

“Please don’t hurt me!” they said in unison with… whoever was in the pantry. That drew them aback.

Trink stared at the man staring back at them. He was a bit shorter than Trink, a slightly pudgy man wearing, for whatever reason, a maid’s dress and an apron. He looked utterly terrified, recoiling from Trink as if they were the strange creature. But weirdest of all, this person looked almost translucent… But that was impossible. People couldn’t be translucent.

“Please… I am begging you…” the man said. “Don’t hurt me. Just… just leave me alone, okay? I am doing the dishes, I swear, I am getting them done! I wasn’t hiding because I wasn’t…working I was just hiding because…”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Trink asked.  

“I’m talking about the fact that Prospero sent you to terrorize me, and I promise you, I was doing the dishes, there’s really really no need!”

“Who’s… Prospero?”

The man eyed Trink suspiciously. “Who are you?”

“I… my name’s Trink. I’m a…an intern with Storm Incorporated, see, we were on a business trip to Chicago and the van crashed, and I’m just trying to find my boss and the others that were with me… I was just hoping for like… a phone or something, or a place to wait out the rain.”

“You’re not… a spirit?”

“What? No!”

“You’re not a ghost I’ve just never seen before?”

“No! I’m a person! A living, breathing person!”

The man’s eyes went wide. “That’s… almost scarier, you know?”

“W-wait, and you’re not?”

“Not what?”

“Not a… not… you’re… you’re a—”

“I’m dead. If that’s what you’re trying to say.”

Trink took an involuntary step back. “Ha. Real funny there, dude.”

“What? Are you afraid of ghosts? Because I’m quite afraid of you.”

“Of course I’m afraid of… I mean, ghosts aren’t real! That’s not like… a thing that actually exists in real life, you’re not… you can’t be…”

A knock at the door startled both of them, and Trink nearly jumped out of their skin.

“Another spirit!” the ghost man cried, darting back into the pantry so fast it was like he vanished. In a blind panic, Trink followed him, closing the door so that it was only open just a crack, but they couldn’t be seen, as the door to the kitchen from the outside burst open and a dark figure, sopping wet from rain burst in.

“HELLO? IS ANYONE HOME?”

The slurred voice sounded somewhat familiar, but Trink wasn’t sure if they recognized it or not.

“Hey! Hello?! Anyone? Huh. No one, huh. That’s weird. It seems like someone was here not too long ago…”

Trink heard the sound of stumbling footsteps towards the countertop. And then a gasp.

“Here we go!”

They heard the distinct sounds of a bottle uncorking and some gulps. A bottle of wine, perhaps? That seemed like something... it couldn’t be... 

“I’m gonna be tortured, I’m gonna be tortured, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” the man in the pantry with them muttered under his breath over and over again.

“Shut up!” Trink hissed. “You’re gonna get us caught!”

The footsteps ceased, and Trink’s heart stopped for a second. The footsteps began to come closer and then the door was flung open and dim light from the kitchen poured in, and Trink screamed.

“Hey!”

Blinking and adjusting to the light, Trink suddenly realized who it was.

“W-wait… St-Stephanie?!”

“Trink?!”

“Holy shit, you’re alive!” Trink leapt into their friends arms, tackling her in a huge hug that would probably have lifted her off her feet if she hadn’t been practically twice Trink’s height.

“What, did you think I was dead?”

“I woke up in the van and you were sprawled out on the seat, and I thought you’d died in the crash, and I didn’t know where everyone else had went so I decided to come and see if anyone was home or if there was a place to wait out the rain, and I ended up in here, but the storm’s still raging and I am FREAKING out, Stephanie, oh my god, I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Dude, you’re okay,” she said. “We’re totally fine. I mean, I have no idea where the others went, but they weren’t in the car when I woke up either, so… they gotta be in the house somewhere.”

“That’s exactly what I thought but all I found was, uh… this guy.”

Trink glanced down in surprise to see the man in the maid outfit again, standing very close to them, staring at them with eyes wide as if he’d never seen another human being before. He still seemed translucent.

“You’re not a spirit sent to torture me either?” he asked, hopefully.

“Uh… I’m not a spirit, dude. I’m just trying to wait out the storm. And maybe find my boss. Maybe. See, I’m supposed to be watching this bratty child, but she’s gone missing, and if she gets hurt, I’m gonna be in deep water. You haven’t seen a kid around here, huh? Teenager? About sixteen or so? Blonde hair? Probably messing around on her cell phone?”

“I only know one teenager, and she lives here,” the man said. “But she has dark hair, so it’s probably not the same one you’re thinking of. Are you… going to torture me now?”

“Uhhhh no? Who are you?”

“My name is Caliban, I’m… I live here. Well… not live technically. I’m not alive. But I… reside here. And I was just in the middle of doing dishes, and I promise I’ll get right back to them!”

“We’re not here to tell you to do the dishes, dude,” Stephanie said, grabbing a bottle of wine from the counter, and taking another sip. 

“How can you think about drinking at a time like this?” Trink said. “Don’t you see how… crazy this all is? An abandoned mansion with only one person here but he claims he’s a ghost…?”

“If you’re a ghost why can you do the dishes?” Stephanie asked, taking another gulp. 

“Technically I’m a poltergeist,” the man, Caliban, said. “But… I don’t cause mischief. At least… not anymore. I’m bound to Prospero, the master of this house, and as long as he’s here, I gotta do what he tells me. I’m basically his servant.” 

“A… poltergeist?”

“I can interact with the world,” Caliban said. “At least the world within this house. Can’t go too far from the mansion, I’m tethered to it. Just like all the other ghosts here.”

Trink gulped. “There are… other ghosts?”

“Sure,” Caliban said. “We all lived here at one time or another, and ever since Prospero showed up, we all gotta do what he says. It’s miserable! It’s bad enough I’m still linked to my old body, but having to do menial work like a servant… I mean. I used to be a servant. Full disclosure. But I thought I’d finally escape that by, ya know, dying. But apparently not, because Prospero needs someone to do all his boring chores for him so he can just sit on his ass and boss people around. It’s humiliating.”

“Who is this Prospero dude?” Stephanie asked.

“Dunno. He just showed up here one day with his daughter and never left. He really has it in for me, and I have no idea why…”

“This… this can’t be happening…” Trink muttered. “I must be dreaming. This can’t… this is a dream. A really fucking crazy dream.”

“Here, this’ll help,” Stephanie said, handing the bottle of wine to her companion. Trink shrugged, everything was crazy anyway, may as well drink a bit. They had no idea how long it had been since they last ate, and the wine was bitter and didn’t taste good, but perhaps it was better than standing around being terrified.

“Want some?” Stephanie offered the bottle to Caliban. “I mean… I found it in your kitchen. But it’s pretty good actually, and there’s plenty left!”

Caliban’s eyes widened. “I’m not… allowed to eat the food of the living.”

“But can you?”

“I’ve never tried.”

“Try it! Come on, it’s pretty good!”

Caliban almost reluctantly took the bottle and raised it to his lips. “Hm. Not bad actually. And I can… actually seem to retain it. That’s exciting.”

“This is literally insane!” Trink cried.

“Hey, maybe this’ll give you some inspiration for your next stand up routine,” Stephanie said, nudging Trink in the ribs. Trink scowled at her.

“You know perfectly well I don’t do that anymore. I was a failure.”

“Yeah, well, that’s just ‘cause your life was boring. Getting pretty exciting now, huh?”

“I can’t believe this… I finally decide to get a normal job, get a normal life… like my mom always told me to do…” Trink muttered. “Become an intern she said, intern at Storm, it’s a great company with great benefits, and it’ll sure be better than whatever you were trying to do with your failed comedy… And finally I listened to her, I thought maybe, just maybe, that’d be a great way for me to get back on my feet and finally get out of my parents’ basement! I’ve been working with Storm for a month, Stephanie! I only even went on this trip ‘cause I was hoping for a promotion, and now we end up crashed and in a huge abandoned house in the middle of nowhere during a fucking storm, and we meet a… a…. ghost, or whatever the fuck! And all YOU can do is drink a random bottle of wine! For all you know it could be.... poisoned or something!” 

“Hey. Trink. Listen to me.” Stephanie put her arms on Trink’s shoulders and looked them in the eye. “You’re gonna be okay. Okay? It’s gonna be okay. We’re alive. And now…. All we gotta do is find the others. They gotta be in this house somewhere, okay? And Caliban will help us. Right, dude?”

Caliban happened to be staring up at Stephanie as if she was a god or something.

“I… would like some more of that… magical bottle liquid please,” he said.

“Knock yourself out.” Stephanie handed him the bottle and he began to take grateful sips.

“You know.. you’re pretty nice for a living human,” Caliban said.

Stephanie put her arm around Trink and grinned at the shorter ghost. “Yeah I suppose I am.”

“You don’t even want to torture me, and that’s a step up,” Caliban said. 

“I mean, I don’t really have much interest in torturing ghosts, especially ghosts that could help us,” Stephanie said.

Trink stared at her. She had just automatically accepted that ghosts were real? Could this night get any weirder.

“Here, save some for Trink,” Stephanie said, grabbing the bottle out of Caliban’s hands and handing it to Trink. “You need a drink, dude. You’re freaking out again. For a former comedian, you sure are pretty uptight.”

“I’m not uptight,” Trink argued. “I’m reasonably freaking out about the absolute insanity of our situation right now!”

“And yet you’re calm enough to use big words apparently,” Stephanie said. “C’mon, Trink, lighten up a little bit. I’m sure the others are all right.”

“And what if they’re not? I need this job, Steph.”

“Oh, shit, that reminds me. I better find Fernanda stat or Alonso’s gonna have my ass,” Stephanie said. “What do you say, Caliban? Wanna help us go look for a teenage brat?”

“I’ll follow you anywhere,” Caliban said earnestly. “As long as you keep giving me that magical liquid.”

“The magical liquid is called wine, and it was literally in the kitchen before we got here,” Trink pointed out.

“Doesn’t matter!” Stephanie cried. “C’mon, let’s go explore this giant house or whatever.” 

Trink sighed. It wasn’t any more insane than waiting around would be. And maybe they’d get lucky and find the others. 

“Let’s go, Cal!” Stephanie said, pointing to Caliban, who was drinking again out of the wine bottle. “Can I call you Cal?”

“Call me whatever you want!” Caliban said. “I follow you now! Not that miserable old Prospero.”

Stephanie was clearly eating up the attention, and Trink rolled their eyes at the way she puffed out her chest and grinned triumphantly.

“Cool. Let’s go find the others then. Caliban, lead the way! Show us around this house!”

“Okay, but we gotta stay clear of the parlor and Prospero’s bedroom,” Caliban said. “I may not follow him anymore but I still don’t wanna run into him.”

“Okay, sure, sure, whatever,” Stephanie said. “Lead the way, sir!”

Trink took a deep breath and followed them out of the kitchen. At least they knew one thing: it wasn’t like this night could get any weirder.

[actualltr4sh]

alright its time for another of these

1. describe yourself. i’m 5′4. i’m goofy when i feel like it. i’m pretty sarcastic or condescending depending on the mood of the receiver. i’m smart, but not on paper. i’m creative. and i’m a hot young ebony. *finger guns* 

2. if you could go anywhere for a week all expenses paid where would it be? antigua & barbuda. it’s where my dad is from and i neeeeed to be an island girl for like two seconds pls.

3. do you have siblings? 4 sisters 1 brother.

4. what is your favorite constellation, why? do not have.

5. favorite color. black.

6. what kind of music do you listen to? i like R&B, early 2000′s or that shit that’s pretty mainstream but everybody swear is lowkey (SZA, Kelela, Daniel Caesar, whoever idk). i like pop punk or alternative a lot too. florence & the machine saved me. or modern baseball, the front bottoms. whatever.

7. favorite flower. (you can name as many as you want cause flowers are awesome) i like roses. i literally have one one my arm so.

8. if you could do magic, what is the first spell you would learn? probably an invisibility spell. it seems simple and like the first thing you should do lol.

9. favorite childhood memory. wow i’ve never thought about this. there was this one christmas where they let me open all my gifts at 12. i got my nintendo DS that year and i remember hearing ‘you are my rock’ by beyonce for the first time.

10. have you ever been cheated on? ish. it sucked. he broke my heart lol.

11. if you could describe your perfect room, what would it be? it’s currently my living room. it’s really cool. actually it’d be more perfect if there was more shit on the wall. but it’s a couch and a playstation and a big tv. it’s lit.

12. favorite animal. owls. ravens. crows. i’m terrified of birds though lmao.

13. what was the last photo you took of? a board in a classroom for this project.

14. do you believe in soul mates? absolutely. i’ve had the pleasure of meeting a few.

15. do you hang toilet paper over or under? i let that shit do what it do.

16. your go to place to eat & your favorite thing to get there. i love texas roadhouse but i try something new whenever i go. chilis i get cajun chicken pasta though. no tomatoes cus i’m not a crazy person.

17. do you believe everything happens for a reason? sometimes. i do think shit just be happening though.

18. guilty pressures? what?

19. favorite mythical creature, why? witches. although i want to believe they’re real. cus they be changing shit. and shit be needing change.

20. something most people don’t know about you. i can’t drive. i’m like a C+ driver lmfao. like we won’t DIE but i’m not who you suggest to do it.

21. where did you grow up, what was it like? detroit. straight as hell. coney slaps lmfao.

22. do you believe aliens exist? that would be narcissistic of me as a human to think that we are the ONLY species to exist.

23. what was your last google search? “how to poop better.” i bullshit you not LMFAOOOOO.

24. what did your last relationship teach you? BITCH. it taught me what i needed in a relationship. what i didn’t need. to put my healing first before anyone else. that love does not always conquer all. to never put a significant other before a friend. to give myself the same love & forgiveness i would forgive anyone else. bitch, i got nothing but lessons lmao.

25. would you relocate for love? i would do anything for love with my dumbass.

26. do you hold grudges or forgive easy? i forgive, not easy, but i forgive. i also don’t hold grudges, but i don’t forget.

27. favorite book. many. eleanor & park is a easy one to say though. i’d have to think forreal. 

28. do you consider yourself an extrovert or introvert? bitch i am introverted as hell. i go days without speaking to people lol.

29. have you ever kept a journal, do you now? i have kept a diary/journal religiously since i was 5.

30. top 5 favorite movies. paid in full, bring it on, halloween, stepbrothers, horrible bosses.

31. do you believe that everything happens for a reason?: didn’t i already answer this? sometimes, nigga.

32. what is your greatest fear? falling in the oven. or never being happy.

33. favorite alcoholic beverage. crown royal vanilla. or anything. i’m that friend lmao.

34. most embarrassing thing you’ve done. be born probably.

35. do you believe in ghosts? all of that.

36. what is the best and worst part of your personality? i make a joke out of everything. the good shit, the bad shit. i’m making fun of it.

37. should you split the dinner bill? if y’all struggling, sure. if you feel like it, sure. money doesn’t matter to me honestly idc lmfao.

38. are you a good liar? ish. i try not to tbh because i don’t really know if i can pull it off lol.

39. what keeps you up at night? i be knocked out forreal LMFAO but anxiety. if i’m not asleep i’m panicking. about.. anything.

40. would you rather go without your phone or music? i truly only use my phone for music. give me an ipod i swear i’d be good.

41. do you believe in god? i believe so. i think so. maybe. yes. i’m the worst christian LMFAO

42. how do you relax when frustrated? i don’t. i have anxiety. jk. ish. lmfaooo. i shower. i write. i watch tv. i sleep. i cook.

43. what’s something that offends you? hearing people talk about mental illnesses in a way that doesn’t accurately depict the experience.

44. favorite food nachOOOOOS

45. if you were on a 10 hour flight and could sit and talk to any person the entire time, who would it be? my ex :/ he was really my best friend LMAO

46. when do you feel the most confident? lowkey, when i’m naked. i got abs and my titties sit. lmfaoooo

47. what do you do on your free time? sleep or watch tv or write.

48. is there anyone who has completely lost your respect i be looking at people differently but i don’t think i don’t respect anyone.

49. have you ever broken someone’s heart? doubtful.

50. did/do you play sports in school? yeah lol i cheered and did gymnastics.

51. when are you happiest? writing or escaping with a tv show.

52. coffee or tea? CAFFEINE ME PLS!

53. what is one possession you own you wouldn’t want to live without? as of late, my camera. i love my baby.

54. what is the first thing you notice about a person? idk. haven’t met anybody new lately.

55. what is your favorite season, why? spring or fall. spring is rainy, fall is gloomy.

56. what makes you laugh? trauma.

57. are you a clean or messy person? messy normally, clean if i’m manic or suddenly tryna shape my shit up.

58. what is important for a successful relationship? COMMUNICATION.

59. what was your upcoming like? fine. rocky. confusing. okay i guess though.

60. favorite holiday? halloween :)

61. what is the first thing you’d do if you won the lottery? pay off my all my debt. student. medical bills. all of it. i don’t wanna owe shit.

62. what’s the best pizza topping combination? bacon and ham is all i get.

63. favorite outdoor activity. going back inside, the fuck lmfaoooo.

64. how are you? honestly. i’m drunk right now so.

65. would you rather go camping in the woods or stay at a beach resort? i hate outside in general. but beaches. less bugs.

66. what is the most beautiful thing in nature? the sun/moon.

67. favorite type of candy? sour patches watermelon or swedish fish or carmello chocolate bars.

68. if your life was a book, what would be the title? ‘pieces in print’

69. what movie quotes do you use of a regular bases? oh god, do i use any?the first thing i thought of was “cha feel? cha definitely feel.” from 21 jumpstreet and i rarely even say that lol.

70. what was cool when you were young but not cool now? webkinz.

71. what’s the craziest conversation you have ever eves dropped on? i don’t remember her words exactly but something about fucking a monkey my freshman year of highschool.

72. what’s the most interesting documentary you’ve ever watched? they’re all pretty interesting. that abducted in plain sight shit was DUMB tho.

73. what’s the worst hairstyle you’ve had? bangs in the 7th grade like anybody lmao.

74. what do you like to cook? all of it. i love cooking!

75. what’s the coolest animal you’ve seen in the wild? ...in the wild? i saw a rat in the street once.

76. what’s the funniest tv show you’ve ever seen?: bitch this is hard. schitts creek. arrested development. the office. misfits. idk tv is funny as hell.

77. do you usually follow your heart or your head? both. once someone told me i made calculated risks and i will never forget it. if i want to do something i WILL do it. but before i do it i think about the best, worst, and most realistic case scenario lmao.

78. what is your favorite quote? “if you are neutral in times of oppresion you have chosen the side of the oppressor.”

79. what’s the weirdest crush you have ever had? my after school teacher in 5th grade. he actually reminds me of jim halpert now that i think about it. makes sense.

80. what’s your love language? quality time and words of affirmation. so literally hang out with me and tell me you love me.

81. do you ever feel alone? yeah. this time last year was the worst of it. i don’t feel like that too much anymore though.

82. ever been bullied? yes nigga. shit sucks.

83. are you usually early or late? on time or late. i can’t be early for the life of me you asking for too much lmfao.

84. what kind of art do you enjoy most? writing. poetry. stories. you know.

85. what do you wish you knew more about? myself.