#okay also lightning scares me a Lot nowadays

[zombiepatch]

broo why do i have a tornado fixation?? Fixation That Makes You Scared.

[gorgin-gals-muses]

Dream

me and a near infinite amount of other of american tourists were walking through a desert beach area in single file line when my small group splintered off and entered one of the seaside caves and inside there was a little cat gremlin thingy (he looked sort of like a baby garfield plushie) who invited us in and asked us to guess his name (it was wymple but none of us knew this) and when we all failed he said it was okay and that we were guests here.

he told us about how he used to exist before humans were made but it became a lot harder to do some things with us around because we made everything so complicated, like you couldnt just create a creature for fun nowadays because humans would want to taxonomize it. i think he also told us about a time his father used him as an ice cream flavor to give to people, like he dunked him in a barrel of milk to use to make wymple-flavored ice cream

he brought us to this circular central chamber with a bunch of very huge old bulky supercomputers with telephones attached. they were all lined around in a ring. i think he just had them as like a collection because they were all off and not to be touched. then suddenly they all turned on and lightning started striking from the ceiling of the cave and i was really scared id get hit too. wymple said it was because someone here hit a button they shouldnt have. he found the person who did it and carried them up into the air and turned them into a frog

[caye-otome-translations]

100 Days Princess Event - Secret Valentine Episode 01 (Translated)

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Next: Episode 02

Notes: 

I put all the parts of an event episode under one post since they are shorter than the main story. 

Byron Wagner’s Route Episode 01 Part 01/05

...It was a calm afternoon with clouds like cotton candy. 

MC: “Noah, I...am thinking of making chocolate for Byron Sensei.” 

I said Byron Sensei’s name, who had been my foreign language tutor ​​for several years. 

When I looked for Noah's reaction, a soft smile crossed his lips. 

Noah: “So it is him after all.” 

MC: “After all…?” 

Noah: “I've always thought that MC liked Byron Sensei.” (Top Left Picture)

MC: “...You saw through my lie then?” 

Noah: “I’ve been seeing what you’ve been feeling for him for a long time now, MC.” 

(Then… Is Byron Sensei aware too?) 

When I took a deep breath, Noah shrugged his shoulders funnily.

Noah: “I don't think Byron Sensei would be aware of MC's feelings.”

MC: “Yes… that’s good.” 

Noah: “But you're giving him your special chocolate, right?” 

MC: “I want to give it to him, but he is my teacher…” 

As I said that, a servant came into the kitchen.

Servant: “Excuse me. Byron Sensei is here.” 

(No, it’s already that time?) 

*** 

I hurried to my room after talking with Noah.

Byron Sensei, who was completely familiar with the room, stood by my window.

MC: “My apologies for making you wait.” 

Byron: “‘No, I came early. Don’t worry.’” (Top Right Picture)

Byron Wagner’s Route Episode 01 Part 02/05

Byron: “‘No, I came early. Don’t worry.’” 

Byron Sensei turned around and spoke his words in a foreign language.

(That's right... the lesson has already started.)

Byron: “‘Shall we start immediately?’” 

MC: “‘Yes. Thank you.’” 

I replied also in a foreign language and sat in my usual chair.

Byron Sensei sat in the chair next to me and suddenly moved his face towards me. 

MC: “...Sensei?” 

Byron: “‘You smell sweet.’” (1st Middle Left Picture)

MC: “Oh, that's because I was baking chocolate a while ago…” 

(I’m nervous when he is so close…) 

I desperately explained as I felt my cheeks get hot…

Byron: “‘You promised you would not use your mother tongue during our lessons.’”

MC: “...” 

His index finger was placed on my lips, and heat gathered more and more on my face.

MC: “‘...I’m sorry.’” 

After apologizing in a foreign language, Byron Sensei laughed and removed his finger.

(In the past, he didn't laugh so much, but nowadays he smiles a lot...) (1st Middle Right Picture)

(I like his smile.) 

Byron: “‘So why chocolate?’”

MC: “‘I was practicing baking chocolate for Valentine's Day coming up.’” 

When I answered that, Byron Sensei’s expression became thoughtful… 

Byron: “‘Oh, are you…’”

*princess check* 

Byron Wagner’s Route Episode 01 Part 03/05

Byron: “‘So why chocolate?’”

MC: “‘I was practicing baking chocolate for Valentine's Day coming up.’” 

When I answered that, Byron Sensei’s expression became thoughtful… 

Byron: “‘Oh, are you giving chocolate to the count of the neighboring country?’”

MC: “...” 

His casualness hurt my heart. 

Byron: “‘I heard he is your fiancé.’” 

MC: “‘...Yes. But we haven’t officially been engaged yet.’” 

Byron: “‘But you will be getting engaged in the near future?’”

MC: “‘...Yes.’” 

(It's an arranged marriage ordered by my family, it can't be helped…) 

When I remembered the reality weighing heavily on my chest, Byron Sensei gave me a weird look. 

Byron: “‘I heard that this was a marriage you wanted... Is it not like that?’” (2nd Middle Left Picture)

MC: “‘...No. It’s true.’” 

(I am only lying because I don’t want to worry Byron Sensei...)

In a hurry, I fixed my smile and desperately said my words.

MC: “‘I will do my best to make the count happy.’” 

Byron: “‘Really?’” 

Byron: “‘...I am jealous.’” (2nd Middle Right Picture)

MC: “What…?” 

(I feel like he just told me something important...)

Byron: “‘No, I’m sorry. Don’t worry about me.’”

Byron Sensei smiled at me, switching from the foreign language that I was not familiar with.

Byron: “‘Let’s get back to the lesson.’” 

MC: “‘Yes. Thank you.’” 

I opened the text as I was told, with a little hazy feeling.

***

—...A Few Days Later. 

In the morning, it was raining like a storm.

Byron: “‘We are done for today.’” 

Byron Wagner’s Route Episode 01 Part 04/05

Byron: “‘We are done for today.’” 

MC: “‘Thank you very much.’”

As usual, we finished Byron Sensei’s foreign language lesson and closed the text. 

I just noticed there was a storm outside the window.

MC: “It’s heavy rain.” 

Byron: “...Yes.” 

(Is it okay for Byron Sensei to go home in the rain like this?)

I approached the window and looked up at the dark sky. 

Suddenly loud thunder roared.

MC: “...” 

Byron: “It should be fine.” 

Even though Byron Sensei was gently trying to soothe me, my shoulders trembled instinctively at the sound. 

Byron: “Are you scared?” 

MC: “No… I’m okay.” 

(Byron Sensei’s hands are warm…) 

When I took a deep breath at the sight of his hand on my shoulder, Byron Sensei smiled. 

Byron: “It used to be different.” 

MC: “Used to?” 

Byron: “We have had a similar experience like this before.” 

(By the way…) 

-flashback-

—...A stormy night a few years ago, shortly after Byron Sensei came to visit the mansion. 

Byron: “Your body seems to be shaking... Are you afraid of thunder and lightning?” 

MC: “Yes… just a little.” 

MC: “And I'm worried because neither my brother-sama nor my father-sama are in the mansion today...” 

Byron: “Then I'll be by your side until one of them comes back.” 

Byron: “There is nothing to be scared of.” (3rd Middle Left Picture)

-flashback ends-

(...Because I was scared of the storm that day, he never left my side.) 

That was the first act of kindness Byron Sensei showed me, back when he only gave a few smiles. 

It was the catalyst for the love that occupied my heart now.

Byron: “I'm happy with your growth, but it's also complicated.” 

MC: “Why?” 

Byron: “It’s like you’re moving away from me…” (3rd Middle Right Picture)

Byron: “...No, nevermind.” 

(...?) 

I wanted to hear the continuation of his words, but nothing more came out from Byron Sensei’s mouth.

Byron: “Your brother is in the mansion tonight. You don't need me now.” 

Byron Wagner’s Route Episode 01 Part 05/05

Byron: “Your brother is in the mansion tonight. You don't need me now.” 

MC: “But it's dangerous for you to go home in this storm.” 

MC: “Why don't you stay at the mansion tonight?”

Byron: “...Is that okay?” 

MC: “Yes! I'll talk to my brother and get a room for you right away.” 

Byron: “I’m sorry for the trouble.” 

As the rain and wind hit the window, I hurried to Noah.

***

—...After a while, the storm was gone and the rain was settling down.

As I walked down the hallway after taking a bath, I heard voices from the living room.

(These voices… Noah and Byron Sensei…?) 

When I opened the door and looked inside, Byron Sensei and Noah were facing each other and drinking alcohol.

Noah: “Oh, MC.”

Noah, who noticed me, beckoned me, so I walked up to them.

MC: “I'm sorry to disturb you. What were you two doing together?” 

Noah: “Just drinking casually.” 

Noah: “Do you want a drink, MC?” 

MC: “Is that okay?” 

Noah: “Yes. ...Byron Sensei, is that all right with you?” 

Byron: “Yes. It would be splendid if you joined us.” (Bottom Left Picture)

MC: “Thank you. Then…” 

(If Byron Sensei says so, let us spend a little time together.) 

When I went to sit next to Noah, for some reason Byron Sensei got there first and sat besides him on the sofa. (Bottom Right Picture)

Looking at the remaining empty space left for one person, I tilted my head. 

(Maybe… I’m sitting next to him instead?) 

Byron: “Aren’t you going to sit down?” 

[gumnut-logic]

We’ll Be Home For Christmas 1.1

Title: We’ll be home for Christmas

Day One – A Tale of a Fateful Trip – Part 1 (Prologue)

Author: Gumnut

8 Dec 2019

Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOS

Rating: Teen

Summary: The boys can’t fly home for Christmas, so they have to find another way.

Word count: 3490

Spoilers & warnings: language and so, so much fluff. Science!Gordon. Minor various ships, mostly background.

Timeline: Christmas Season 3, I have also kinda ignored the main storyline of Season 3. The boys needed a break, so I gave them one. Post season 3B, before Season 3C cos we haven’t seen it yet.

Author’s note: For @scattergraph

This is my 2019 TAG Secret Santa fic and it is a big one ::headdesk:: I hope you enjoy it. I know I have thoroughly enjoyed researching a gorgeous corner of this planet.

Many thanks to @vegetacide and @scribbles97 for cheering me on and their wonderful support through this craziness. And to @onereyofstarlight for geeking out with me over the setting.

And as always, thank you all for creating such a fantastic fandom. Thundernerds rock! I hope you all have a wonderful festive season. Thank you all so much for everything.

Disclaimer: Mine? You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t have any, don’t bother.

-o-o-o-

 Day One: A Tale of a Fateful Trip

Virgil was miserable.

Pain was minimal as long as he didn’t move too much. He didn’t really even need any of the painkillers that he was given to take with him at the hospital. It was just that he knew his brothers were tired, and despite the attractions of the beautiful city of Auckland, all they really wanted to do was go home.

His brothers could quite easily do just that. The ‘birds were at the local GDF base, it would be a matter of minutes and they would be home. But Virgil wasn’t allowed off the ground, they wouldn’t risk him and they wouldn’t leave him behind, no matter how many times he told them to do just that.

The glare Scott raked him with the last time he suggested it had been scathing.

Didn’t make him feel any better.

Grandma, of course, sensed his sadness and was known to slip up behind the couch he was chained to and wrap her arms around him. She kissed his hair and mumbled reassuring words in his ear.

He was ever so grateful, but he was still miserable.

Balled up cartridge paper lay about his feet. His pencil just wouldn’t create anything of value. Creating gave him a boost, and he desperately wanted to feel something positive, so he persisted, but the pile of balled up paper at his feet just got bigger and in the end he threw the pad and pencil aside, wincing when the pencil hit the table and likely destroyed the lead inside.

With a groan he levered his feet onto the couch and curled up into a flinching ball of misery.

His brain conveniently listed off all the positives about his life, everything he should be thankful for and all the reasons he shouldn’t be feeling sorry for himself. That just made him angry and annoyed that he was so pathetic.

God, he hated this.

He wasn’t really that ill. Just had some small difficulty moving and couldn’t fly to go home.

His family was suffering and it was all his damn fault.

“Hey, Virg?” The voice was soft, but it was definitely Scott testing to see if he was awake.

“What?” So he was grumpy, big deal.

“You’re awake.”

Well, yeah. He didn’t answer that.

Scott edged into his line of sight. Maybe his brother sensed his foul mood.

Of course, that thought just made him feel worse. The word ‘burden’ came to mind.

He closed his eyes, took a second, and then forced himself once again upright. Familiar hands reached into help, gently holding his shoulders until he was steady. “I’m fine.”

Scott shifted the detritus over on the coffee table and sat down in front of Virgil, his long frame folding neatly and a lot smoother than Virgil had any hope of achieving at the moment. “How would you like to go home?”

Virgil looked up at him. “How? I can’t fly.”

“Flight is only one way to get to Tracy Island.” He smiled. “We have a very versatile aquanaut on our team.”

Virgil stared at him. “Thunderbird Four? It’s just as pressurised as Two. Carries the same risks.”

The smile softened. “No, Virgil, Gordon can pilot more than a submarine. He’s bought us a boat.”

“A boat?”

“Actually, technically it is a yacht and a luxury one at that.” Gordon’s grin was broad and eager as he entered the room. “All aboard for Tracy Island, bro. She’s got all the perks and enough under the hood to get us there in time for Christmas.”

Virgil stared at him. Then stared at Scott. “Really?”

Scott’s smile was a sight. “I really don’t know why we didn’t think of it earlier.”

“Because all you pilot types live in the clouds.” Gordon strode up to his eldest brother and dug him one in the ribs before turning to Virgil. “So, what do you say, Virg? Up for a little cruise? Should take us about three days. Kayo and Grandma have gone Christmas shopping and will likely haul half of New Zealand’s food supply back in Two. Scott’s already stashed One and Tracy Two can stay until we need to pick her up.” Gordon had obviously worked out all the details. His brother was literally bouncing where he stood. But then it wasn’t often the aquanaut got to ferry his family around.

Virgil stared at his brothers. “Us three?”

Scott’s smile became a grin. “No, us five. All of us.”

“Five bachelors cruising on the open sea.” Gordon waved his hand across the room as if peering into a far horizon.

Virgil arched an eyebrow at him. All of them. All five brothers. Together. On a boat. For three days. His gaze turned to Scott. “You sure you want to do this?”

There was something in his brother’s blue eyes. “I’m sure.”

Virgil straightened where he sat. Surprisingly, he felt lighter, more positive. Could be the energy radiating off Gordon. His brother was always a bucket of sunshine in the rain. “Okay. When do we leave?”

“Yes.” Gordon actually fist pumped the air. Virgil couldn’t help but grin. “Now, big bro, pack your bags, we are going now.”

Virgil’s eyes widened. “Now?” That explained why he had been alone all morning.

But Scott had already started moving, Virgil’s meagre pile of supplies being shoved into the overnight bag that had sufficed for his hospital stay. “Well, we want to be home for Christmas, so we have to get going.”

Virgil moved to stand up.

Gordon stepped in front of him. “Hey, no, you stay there. This is a full service operation, Virg. We’ve got this.”

Another arched eyebrow was an answer to that, but Gordon was as good as his word and before Virgil could think twice, he was in a car, luggage in the trunk and on his way to the docks.

-o-o-o-

Scott was tired. It had been a long...well, everything. International Rescue never stopped, Tracy Industries never stopped and apparently, his brothers never stopped.

Virgil had scared him.

Okay, so nowadays appendicitis was a mild inconvenience, but in the past it was a killer and a painful and sudden one at that. Perhaps it was because it was something innocuous, something not related to a rescue and so out of the blue that it knocked Scott around so badly. But what worried him more was that his brother had ignored the warning signs of serious illness in favour of International Rescue. It wasn’t the first time and he wasn’t the only one of the brothers to do such a thing. Hell, Scott himself had done it. Lives had been saved despite injury and illness many times. But perhaps this was a louder warning. Perhaps they should be taking better care of themselves.

Grandma’s scathing words had driven it home. The Tracys were taking this Christmas off. They were due the time, they were tired, Virgil was ill. Any of those three on their own were cause for concern. All three together forced their matriarch to lay down the law.

Scott knew his place.

And she was right.

But their dilemma was a frustrating one. None of his brothers, particularly John, could fully relax away from home. There were celebrity issues to begin with, and this forced idleness rankled badly.

So, when Gordon suggested they go home via sea, Scott jumped on the idea wondering why he hadn’t thought of it earlier. Three days on the ocean. They would still be idle, but they would be away from restrictions, out beneath the blue sky and they could be home for Christmas.

And how long had it been since all five of them had been together like that? Had it happened since they were children on one of Dad’s road trips?

Scott swallowed as the car with himself, Virgil and Gordon made its way down to the docks. The sight of the ocean lifted his spirits more than he would ever admit to his aquanaut brother.

The vehicle slipped through a security checkpoint and into a private area.

“Isn’t she a beauty?” Gordon was bouncing again, this time in his seat. The aquanaut was going to have the time of his life over this little trip. Scott couldn’t help but smile at his happiness.

And yes, the boat was a gorgeous craft, even to a flyboy like himself. She had clean lines and looked fast sitting still. White with a streak of yellow down her length...no doubt, very recently applied along with the name on her bow, A Little Lightning.

She was large, but not huge. Just big enough for five tired brothers to live in comfort and fly fast over the waves.

Gordon was spouting off her specs to a politely interested Virgil. Scott tilted his head to one side...no, that spark in his engineer brother’s eyes spoke of genuine curiosity. Scott smirked just a little. Might need to watch Virg for the first couple of days to keep him out of the engine. He could pull it apart and put it back together once they were home and he was better.

Scott lent his brother a hand to get out of the car. He was still walking slowly, careful of his incisions, but he was a touch straighter than a couple days ago and he was off medication - though that was no surprise. Getting him to take any medication at any time was a challenge.

“She’s beautiful, Gordon. How did you find her so fast?”

Their brother grinned. “I have friends, Virg. You know, those people you can share a drink with from time to time.”

Virgil’s flat eyed glare was more fond than exasperated. “How much money did you throw at these friends?”

A shrug was all the answer he gave. “It’s worth it.”

“Give me a number and I’ll throw it your way.” Virgil was sincerity itself.

“Forget it, bro. Not required.” The hand waved in Virgil’s direction was entirely dismissive. “Just have a look, Virg. This girl has speed!” And the discussion devolved into specs again as the two of them walked towards the pier.

Hmm, apparently, Scott was cabin boy today.

To be honest, he didn’t care.

Loading himself with luggage, he followed their slow progress onto the dock.

-o-o-o-

John wasn’t much of a sailor, but when Gordon suggested the trip, he jumped on it.

Out in the middle of the ocean he could see the stars unhindered, it would be quiet except for the wind, water and their boat and, to be honest, it would be good to just be with his brothers uninterrupted.

And besides, on Earth, the ocean was the closest he could get to the weightless freedom of space.

So the astronaut was happy to help prep the boat. Being a resident of Tracy Island required at least some marine knowledge for safety’s sake and it felt good to exercise it for a change.

Alan was a little less enthusiastic until John mentioned a new video game recently released in beta. He had meant to mention it to his littlest brother some weeks ago, but life got in the way. Years ago, the two of them used to tackle each other in various games and they hadn’t done so in ages. John had contributed to this game at the request of a couple of associates from college. It was a high level space simulator matched with an adventure storyline. It should have a good enough mix of reality and fantasy to keep the hi-octane teenager amused in those moments of too much quiet.

Gordon had already allocated some time to some extra-curricular activities around the Kermadec Island group south of Tracy Island, so there would be plenty of the softer sciences to go around somewhere in their second day of the voyage.

John smiled at Gordon’s reaction to the term ‘softer sciences’. He hadn’t known his younger brother actually knew the definition of the word he used. Then again usage didn’t always prove understanding. A few more words in Swedish at a later date should clarify that situation.

As he placed the last of their food supplies into refrigeration, he heard the first distant rumble of a familiar voice, followed by the excited chatter of his aquanaut brother.

His smile widened and he made his way out onto the deck. Virgil had an arm tight against his belly, but his expression was excited as Gordon rabbited on about the engine specifications of his new boat.

Well, John, Alan and Scott had contributed to the cost of the boat, but it really was Gordon’s regardless. None of them really cared about it other than it getting them and their brothers home safely. Gordon was the one who loved a good ocean-going vessel and this was definitely a brilliant contender.

John rolled his eyes at Virgil as he offered him a hand getting onboard and his brother grinned at him. A few solid steps and the engineer got his feet securely on the boat. His brown eyes caught John’s and he suddenly found himself caught in one of his bear hugs. Perhaps not as rigorous as usual, but just as warm.

John couldn’t help, but hug back.

“Hey, where’s mine? This was my idea, after all.”

Virgil laughed and wrapped his arms around Gordon. “Thanks, fishy.” It was brief, but all three men were grinning as the two brothers separated.

“Well, that’s sweet and all, but some of us have to work for a living.” John smirked as Scott arrived at the water’s edge draped in luggage. A quick leap onto the dock and he helped him shed bags and the odd suitcase and with Gordon’s help, lug them onto the yacht.

Virgil was hugging Alan, who had emerged from the cabin.

John nudged Scott. Under his breath, “He okay?”

“Seems happy enough about the boat.” A sigh. “Looked miserable enough to sink it before I told him.”

“Let’s hope it cheers him up.”

“Let’s hope it cheers us all up. It’s Christmas, for crying out loud.” Scott grabbed the bag with Virgil’s art equipment, which had been added to without the artist’s knowledge and clambered onto the boat and headed in the direction of the cabin assigned to Virgil.

Gordon had dragged Virgil up to what he called ‘The Bridge’, what Scott called ‘The Cockpit’ and what was blatantly and obviously the control centre of the yacht - it would be flyboys versus fish for the entire voyage, no doubt. Said fish could be heard still babbling excitedly to his engineer brother.

John made a note to rescue the invalid if necessary.

Between John and Scott, they unloaded the last pieces of luggage and sent the driver on his way with a generous tip. John ran the supplies list through his head. Gordon had managed all the permits and regulations an international voyage by sea required and there were quite a few. There was less red tape in space.

Of course, when your daughter is an AI, the red tape moves just that little faster. And yes, he did smile to himself. He couldn’t help it.

-o-o-o-

A Little Lightning left dock just after the tide turned midafternoon. It would have been better to leave early in the morning, but time was what it was and they set out when they could. It had been decided that between the autopilot and four out of five brothers and no, Virgil, you are not piloting this ship, so forget it, they could make up the time overnight.

“It’s a boat, Scott.”

“Semantics, Gordon.”

“Reality, Scott.”

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Are we going to hear this discussion the entire way?” He had stashed himself in a comfortable seat at the back of the ‘bridge’. He had a great view of Waitemata Harbour as they cruised slowly past the CBD of Auckland itself. The weather was fantastic and the sea calm as glass. The forecast said the same for the next three days and the only stormy hints were in his brothers’ eyes.

“Regardless of the type of craft, Virgil, you aren’t able to drive a car at the moment, much less pilot a boat.” Emphasis was put on the word ‘boat’ as his eldest brother glared like a petulant child at his aquanaut brother.

“Fine. I’ll be chauffeured.”

Gordon snorted as he directed the yacht between past an incoming liner. “Now you know how it feels.”

“Know what feels?”

“Not being allowed to drive.”

Virgil glared at his brother, but couldn’t think of an adequate retort.

Alan snickered.

“Shut up, Alan.” Okay, so perhaps Gordon had a point. “She’s my ‘bird, Gordon.”

“It’s okay, Virg. We understand, don’t we, guys.” Gordon grinned back at him. John smiled. Alan rolled his eyes.

Scott shrugged. “I don’t have a problem. Virgil doesn’t hesitate to let me fly Thunderbird Two.”

“You’re hardly ever on Two.”

“So? Virgil doesn’t have a problem with me flying Two, do you Virg?”

Four pairs of eyes stared at him in challenge, but not all from the same perspective.

“Er...”

“You think Scott is a better pilot that the rest of us?” Alan was always the direct one.

Virgil opened his mouth, but his eldest brother beat him to it. “I am a better pilot than all of you.”

“What?!” It was an offended scoff from the two youngest.

“Though I will admit that you each have your specialities with your ‘birds. Virgil is much better with Two than I am, for example.”

“And you are totally pathetic in Four, let me tell you.” Gordon was staring out across the bow, but there was still a smirk on his face.

“Excuse me?”

“Who buried my girl in sea sludge recently?”

“That was unavoidable.”

Gordon spun on the spot. “What?! You’re still claiming you had no choice? I gave you recommendations on comms, you ignored them and look what happened, oh mighty pilot. You may be the greatest in the air, but you suck underwater, Scott, face it.”

“And I can run rings around you in Three, trust me on that.” Alan folded his arms and stuck his nose in the air.

“Hey!” Virgil shouted and cut off the discussion. “What the hell? You’re all damn good and fine pilots, no matter the craft. So, I’m a control freak with my girl. You’re all the same. When was the last time I piloted any of your craft? I’m fully trained and fully capable as any of you are, but she is my ‘bird and while I’m alive and kicking, I will fly her. That is no reflection on your capability, only on mine. And for god’s sake, get over it.”

Okay, so he got a little angry. It wasn’t his best attempt at diffusing an argument, ever, but the dumb ass looks directed at him were at least silent ones.

“Now stop fighting and let us enjoy this trip.” He blinked. “And Gordon, you might want to avoid that oncoming container ship.”

The aquanaut jumped and the yacht swerved as he shifted her quickly to the left to give way to the massive cargo carrier bearing down on them. The sharp dirge of the ship’s horn emphasised her captain’s ire at their deviation into his vessel’s path.

“Sorry!”

It was a vain apologetic gesture of his little brother’s part. It did put an effective end to their argument nonetheless.

There were many islands at the mouth of Auckland’s main harbour and it was extremely scenic, particularly the volcanoes.

Virgil was intimately familiar with volcanic structures and had visited several as part of IR, he understood their power and had witnessed it first hand, but the artist in him never failed to be caught by their symmetry and their mystery. They still caught his imagination and stunned him.

As they accelerated around the islands and out into the bay proper, the sea opened out into a beautifully flat expanse of watery blue. They were still surrounded on all sides by distant patches of green. Another little volcanic island reared up and they cruised past. A couple of dolphins danced along in the wake at their bow. John helped Virgil climb up the stairs to the railing at the front of the boat. He twinged several times, but ignored it despite the frown of Scott following up behind him.

It was worth it to stand up the front, the wind in his hair, a brother either side of him. The last of the islands passed by and the ocean opened up in front of them.

Dolphins continued to keep them company.

Both Scott and John kept a grip on an arm each, wary of him stressing himself in any way. Virgil turned his face into the wind and closed his eyes, letting the sensations fill his mind.

“Better?” It was a whisper from Scott, barely heard above the rush of air over his ears.

Virgil smiled.

“Better.”

-o-o-o-

End Day One, Part One.

Day One, Part Two

[ishgard]

XIV Questions!

Yoinked this from @nihil242 <3

1. What’s your character’s name? I have A Ton of characters, but my main is Ahru Hiraeth. 2. What server? Many. Ahru is currently adrift over on Louisoix, but will be coming home to Crystal in the near future! 3. What race/clan? Miqo’te / Mixed Keeper-Seeker lineage. 4. Favorite class/job? Red Mage & Bard (Also monk but I'm very self-conscious about ma deeps.)

[moonlight-spectacles]

In Defense of Bliss Utonium

Okay, so I just found out the PPG had a POC as a new sister, and I quickly rushed to watch it. I just finished watching the Bliss story...and now I’ve learned she’s been getting a lot of criticism. I am really not surprised at this. Not because I feel the criticism is really that legit (because I don’t think it is, at all actually), but because leave it to people nowadays to over critique everything and find faults with a microlens.

I finished watching about 10 minutes ago and I’m already sick of seeing the  arguments against her, so I decided to write a rebuttal post.

Keep in mind, if there are any other arguments to address, I’ll add on later, but these are the ones that really bothered me.

1. Bliss has daddy issues

No. She  really doesn’t. Bliss never had daddy issues, I have no idea where this dumb argument even came from. Mostly, I’ve seen it said because she calls him “daddy” while the other girls call him Professor. First of all, it’s actually sweet she refers to the Professor as her dad. Because for all intents and purposes, he is. Keep in mind Bliss was his first child, the only one he had at the time. She referred to him as her dad, I don’t see the issue with that. 

2. Bliss is emotionally unstable

First off, I’m gonna have to stop you right there. Bliss is not emotionally unstable. Her powers are unstable. The actual episode outright said this. Bliss has a condition where regardless of her emotions, whether happy, sad, angry or frightened, her powers combine with her emotions and cause an explosion to occur. 

Professor Utonium.

She (Bliss) truly was the perfect little girl Sweet, strong, incredibly smart. she was my favorite little girl. over time, her powers began to evolve, and not always for the better any emotion, be it good or bad caused her to lose control of her powers. she was scared. I was scared. It got to the point that at any moment, things could go wrong.

Bliss was a result of Chemical W, a step away from X. I concluded that X was the perfect chemical and that’s why Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup didn’t explode at any point. It was a chemical imbalance in Bliss that had to do with said chemical Professor used, not the fact that she’s that way due to her being a poc.

But you know what? Even if  it was just her having high strung emotions sometimes, we see Bliss as a child and as a teenager. Guess what? Kids and teens can have shitty behavior sometimes. I know I threw tantrums as a kid. I slammed my doors, I stomped down hallways, I screamed and cried. Only difference between me and Bliss is that I didn’t have superpowers that destroyed shit whenever I did it. How would her expressing realistic behavior for a child be a bad thing? 

3. Bliss has an attitude

This is almost a continuation of the 2nd point. Bliss has an attitude, really? First of all, as I said above, Bliss was a child at the time we saw her with said “attitude.” It’s normal to have a less than stellar attitude sometimes. Second, I don’t see anyone bitching about Buttercup, who over the course of both the original and new series, has shown an attitude far exceeding what Bliss ever showed. 

Don’t get me wrong, Buttercup has always been my favorite Powerpuff, but where the hell do people get off coming at Bliss for her emotions, when Buttercup has one, even worse than hers? Buttercup was long known to be quick to anger, be the first to rebel of her sisters, and was quite aggressive at times. But of course Bliss can’t show any negative emotions whatsoever or she’s an “angry black woman stereotype.” 

As a POC myself, it pisses me off that black characters are not allowed to have emotions that are outside of the realms of perfection or being “strong” without being scrutinized. POC are human, we have both positive and negative emotions. We can be angry, we can be sad, we can love and show weakness at times. Wow, I know what a fucking shocker. 

Moreso, Bliss was blatantly stated to have anxiety. As someone who also lives with anxiety, I completely understood and related to her and her struggle, especially when her sisters continued to (unknowingly) place her under so much stress. I hate being put on the spot and pulled into many directions, it makes me very nervous, as if I’ll somehow mess up if I choose “wrong” or do something wrong. 

4. Bliss lived on “bird poop island”

....what does this matter? It was weird sure, but I found it a bit humorous and actually, I like the metaphor surrounding it. She found a beautiful island, but it was dampened significantly by the poop on the island. Yet she still made the best of a shit (pun intended) situation and found a sense of peace and happiness anyway. And although it turned out to be Him, she thought she’d made a very good friend in Me, that helped her through it as well.

5. Bliss’ best friend was a monkey.

So what are you trying to say? Because Mojo, whose legit been a monkey since we first saw him was someone she was actually friends with as opposed to her enemy right off the bat like with the other girls, makes this racist? I thought it was interesting that Mojo wasn’t jealous of her, the way he was so jealous of Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup, and it showed (to me) a different side to Mojo. 

As humorous as they made it out to be, I found it cute that he was going out of his way to try and help Bliss, and truly thought of her as a good friend seeing as he immediately recognized and was happy to see her. I think people are really exaggerating and making a mountain out of literally nothing. Like, who cares if Mojo was her friend. Nobody would care if it was Fuzzy Lumpkins (hmph, or maybe they’d dig deeper and say he represents the ignorance in the deep south and that’s also racist because of “reasons”), but go and stereotype her because Mojo happens to be a monkey. Please.

6. Bliss design perpetrates stereotypes

Why, because she’s a teenager and teenagers tend to have a different shape than children? I would have never guessed! I guess you forgot when the Powerpuff girls in the original story had an episode where they were teenagers, they also had wide hips right? How is this an issue again? If you don’t like the design as far as aesthetics, okay, but stop making it a bigger deal than it is. 

7. Bliss has blue hair, its unrealistic.

You really want to talk about things being unrealistic in a children’s cartoon, where we have flying little girls with unbelievable superpowers, and a man has the ability to create literal human life using chemicals? Come on now. 

Besides that, I fucking loved Bliss hair. I loved the color. I loved that it lit up when she did her powers. I fucking loved it. One thing I wouldn’t have minded is if it looked more natural as far as afrocentric style, but I wouldn’t care if it remained blue and lit up at all. 

Final point?

STORM (for which I noticed clear similarities, what with her hair glowing white instead of her eyes, and the lightning surrounding her).

8. Bliss isn’t the 4th sister, Bunny is!

Look, I cried too when Bunny died. She was an amazing sister and deserved better. But if we’re going to get technical with it? Bunny was the 5th sister, not Bliss. Bliss came before all of them. She was the original daughter. I do agree a callback to Bunny would have been wonderful, and I understand Bliss came in the reboot and Bunny was in the original, but they did it in a way as to not erase Bunny by having Bliss be a new creation of Professors and called the 4th sister. Instead, she was the original. 

Bottom line, I loved Bliss, I enjoyed her storyline and the only problem I had with her story is that there isn’t more at this point. 

Bliss is receiving unwarranted, bullshit hatred she doesn't deserve and I am already done with the nonsense. 

[imagineyneyjr]

Imagine #13 I Missed You

“Y/N! Are you ready to go?”

“Yes mom! I’ll be down in a second.” I quickly grabbed my purse and phone and looked in the mirror one more time. I was wearing a white dress paired with nude pumps. It was simple but fancy. They said we would be meeting with other people, one of my dad’s acquaintances, turns out they are pretty important to my parents. I walked down the stairs carefully and saw my parents already waiting by the door.

“I don’t see how you take that long to get dressed.” My dad laughed, but complimented me on my outfit.

“Men never will.” My mom said and smiled at me. “Now let’s go.”

The ride to the restaurant wasn’t that long. I have heard of this one before, it’s one of the most expensive and fanciest restaurants around here. It had one Michelin star. My dad was somehow connected to the sports world and he often had fancy trips, whether it was to a country or a restuarant. Normally my mom and I travel along, but I never go to a dinner. Those were occasions for my parents only. They seemed boring to me anyway. At the moment we were in Barcelona, Spain. He wanted to take my mom and I to this particular dinner. I asked why but he said I would see it myself. I shrugged it off till now. Who could it be?

I walked behind my parents and followed them to our table. I tried to peek over their shoulders to see who we were supposed to meet. I failed miserably due to my short height, even when wearing heels. Suddenly they stopped walking, causing me to almost bump into them as I did lose my balance. Two hands were quickly placed on my waist to prevent me from falling. I steadied myself and turned around. My eyes met a pair of hazel-green eyes. They seemed familiar, but still I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. A fine looking man was standing in front of me. I forced myself to get back to reality.

“Thank you.” I thanked the unfamiliar yet familiar looking young man.

He smirked, “You’ve always been quite the clumsy one.”

I looked at him lost but instead he gave me a wink. Do I know him?

Sure enough I heard my father say: “Ah, I see you’ve already met him.”

I was clueless. Was he talking to me? Who did I meet?

“Look honey, remember Neymar Senior and Nadine? We were very close back in the day.” I looked at the man and woman. I tried to remember something, anything. They were both smiling at me warmly.

“I don’t think she remembers…” My mom mumbled, “They lived in our neighborhood when we stayed in Brazil for a while.”

Then it hit me.

“Of course. You have a daughter, right? It’s so nice to see you again, Mr. and Mrs. Santos.” I gave both of them a hug and two kisses on their cheeks.

“Yes, Rafaella, you used to play a lot together. You’ve become such a beautiful young lady.” Nadine smiled as I blushed. “Thank you. Didn’t you have a son also?” I asked carefully, afraid I was wrong.

“Yes, where is he? I thought he was going to be here?” My mom questioned. She looked behind me acknowledging the boy who prevented me from falling. I didn’t even notice he was still standing behind me.

“Oh my god. Look at you, Juninho. You’re so grown up.” My mom gushed as she embraced him in a tight hug. My eyes grew wide. Neymar Senior. Nadine. Rafaella. And that name. Juninho. That makes him Neymar Junior. It all came back to me now. That was him? Damn. We had eye contact whilst he hugged my mom.

He then greeted my father and I was still staring at him. He finally walked over to me.

“Surprised?”

“It’s you. Oh my god. I can’t believe this. You’ve become so handsome.” I said not believing my eyes. I touched his face, gently squeezing it. “Well, you’re chubby cheeks are gone.” I sighed, somewhat disappointed. He laughed and I genuinely was in awe by his beauty.

“Look at yourself, Y/N. You were always beautiful, but now you’re definitely the most beautiful girl in the world.” His words made me go shy. “You haven’t changed a bit.” He surprisingly hugged me and I hugged him back embracing the moment. He was my childhood best friend after all. It just felt perfect.

I felt a tear slipping from my eye. I released myself from his warm embrace and tried to cover up my sudden sadness. But he knew me too well, even after all these years.

“Excuse us for a moment.” He told our parents and grabbed my hand to lead us somewhere private.

“What’s wrong?” He asked me carefully.

“It’s just that I didn’t even remember you guys. I didn’t remember you. Nowadays we travel a lot and I don’t have that much of a social life. You know? I can’t make friends anywhere, because once I start to know someone we leave the next day. I miss having real friends around me. And you reminded of how it felt like to have someone care for you.” I paused and took a deep breath. “I’m sorry I’m rambling all kinds of things.” He hugged me again. It’s all I needed at the moment. “Don’t be sorry for anything. You know I’ll always be there for you.” I held onto him tightly. He slowly let go of me and I sighed, “How did we lose contact?”

“To be honest, I really have no idea. But I’m so happy we met again.” We smiled and got back to our private table.

“Everything alright?” Nadine asked, having a worried expression on her face.

“Better than ever.”

The dinner continued and Neymar and I were mostly talking to each other about our lives, his succesful career and me trying to live a normal life and go to college. Of course we occasionally were engaged in a conversation with our parents. The food was extremely delicious. Unfortunately to every day had to come an end. We said our goodbyes, when both our dads were looking at us.

“What?” We asked in harmony.

“You two would make a lovely couple.” Neymar Pai grinned. My dad nodded his head eagerly. Neymar and I looked at each other and then back to our dads.

“That’s for us to decide, isn’t it Y/N?” I was taken aback by his bolt remark.

“Yeah, I guess.”

Our parents decided to catch up some more at Neymar’s house, so this wasn’t the end after all. I got into the car and my dad followed Neymar who was driving in front of us. I closed my eyes and recalled some fond memories of us in our younger years.

~~

My parents were out of town and they let me stay at Mr. and Mrs. Santos’ house. I’ve known them my whole life and I’ve grown up together with Rafaella and Neymar. Rafaella wasn’t home either, because she had a school trip, so it was Neymar, his parents and I. It was a hot Saturday and we spent the day at the local pool. It cooled down in the evening and it even started raining and thundering. By 22:00 I was already laying in bed in Rafaella’s room. Neymar’s room was right next to hers. The raining was heavy and the lightning and thunder made it only worse. By now, however, I’ve gotten used to it and as crazy as this sounds it almost had a calming effect on me. I was silently listening to the rain ticking against the window when I heard the door open. I lifted my head to see who it was, “Who is it?”

“It’s me.” 6 year old Neymar said. He was one year younger than me.

“What is it, Juninho?”

“I can’t sleep because of the thunder. It sounds scary.”

“It’s alright, there’s nothing to be scared of. You can stay here if you’d like.” I proposed.

He didn’t say anything else and slid next to me in bed. I smiled to myself.

“Good night Juninho.”

“Good night Y/N. Thank you.”

~~

We arrived at his house and it was huge but gorgeous. We sat down in the living room when Neymar asked, “Does anyone want something to drink?” Everyone wanted tea.

“I’ll help.” I offered.

Neymar and I walked towards the kitchen to make some tea. He started boiling water on the stove.

“You don’t have a tea kettle?” I asked him.

He looked at me and grinned, “I never really drink tea.”

I laughed, “But you do have tea bags I hope.”

“If I’m correct they must be somewhere in one of these cupboards.”

We both started searching for them, “I think they’re up there.” Neymar mumbled standing on his toes, not able to reach them. I wasn’t longer than him either, so obviously I wouldn’t be able to get them.

“Okay, how about I lift you up?” Ney asked.

“Sure. That will do.” I agreed.

He lifted me up just high enough for me to reach the tea bags. We high-fived each other.

“So, Ney, when I was in the car I was thinking about that one time you were afraid of the thunder and couldn’t sleep what made you come to me and we slept together. Do you remember that?” I told him.

He cheekily looked at me. I gave him a confused look.

“We slept together.” He quoted me. I blushed and rolled my eyes, “Ugh, don’t be such a dick. You know what I mean.”

“Alright then.” He put his hands up in defense, “But yes, I do remember that and I must admit, ever since that night I’ve never been scared of thunder again. It always reminded me of you.”

I smiled hearing his words. I now realized how close we were standing in front of each other. I took this opportunity to look at his posture and could not help but make a remark, “You sure have gotten yourself some muscles and I’m sure a sixpack too.” I said as I squeezed his upper arm. He winked and then we both stayed quiet and locked eyes. He started leaning in when we heard footsteps nearing. We both pulled away when we saw his mother in the kitchen. “I just came to check up on you to see if everything’s going alright with the tea.”

“Yes mãe, it’s almost done.” Neymar answered.

“Okay great.” She said and she left again. I could hear Neymar sigh. I chuckled and told him we should quickly bring the tea.

~~

When everyone finished their drinks I put all the mugs back on the tray and brought them to the kitchen. I was about to start washing them when I got interrupted.

“You really don’t have to do my dishes.” Neymar said, putting emphasis on the word ‘my’.

“I know, I want to. You can help now you’re here.” I smirked.

Once we finished Neymar made me sit on the counter top because he had something to say. I obeyed as he came to stand in between my legs and I let him do the talking.

“You know Y/N, I’ve always had a thing for you. You mean more than just a friend to me. And seeing you after all these years just adds to it. I won’t lose you again.” I could see the love and despair in his hazel-green eyes. I didn’t think twice to wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. I pulled him in deeper as his tongue worked magic.

“I missed you, Neymar. A lot.” We looked at each other, lost in each other’s eyes as I bent down and locked our lips again.

—————- Another oneeee!! Hope you liked this one, like or reblog if you did! Feedback is always welcome :) I have a lot of plots in my mind so be on the lookout for many more imagines to come! beijoss

[sheepinthesky]

Friday the 13th

My father has always been a huge horror movie fan. And so has my mother. As for me, I don’t care for horror movies because I haven’t seen many of them. However, I have seen all Friday the 13th movies! And I’m proud of myself, because there are some people who don’t even know it has 12 movies (well, 11 and a crossover), with 13th in production. And I hope it will be produced. I can’t wait. The reason I did watch them all is that my father always said there was only one Friday the 13th movie on TV every Friday the 13th. And I googled the movies, found out there is a lot of them and I was curious which one was it. And he didn’t know. So, I suggested watching them all and seeing which one was it. And we betted, of course. With the first movie, surprisingly titled Friday the 13th, my parents told me they had seen it, but wasn’t the one that was on TV all the time. It is 1980’s movie and it shows. Surprisingly, there isn’t any… paranormal going on. It makes sense! The movie tells the story of a camp, which re-opened. It was closed before, because a kid, Jason, drowned due to negligence of the staff members. And because children are very mean. The killer in this one is his mother, who wants to make sure the camp never opens again. I liked this movie the best, probably because it was the first one. The deaths weren’t as graphical as they are in new movies, but for 80’s it was great. It wasn’t scary, though. But you can’t expect slasher horror movies to be scary. I suppose. The second movie, titled Friday the 13th Part 2 (which is very unique, I must say), does continue the story of the first movie! It starts with the previous “final girl” getting murdered. Well. She has one movie, at least. Five years later, a camp for counsellors is opened. Near the camp. This title was pretty brutal, because one of the main character’s dog died. And then came back to life. This is the first movie in which Jason is the killer. And he is without his iconic mask. Plot wise, the movies still make sense. It’s amazing that they feel so real. I don’t know about you, but whenever I heard Friday the 13th, I thought, oh that paranormal b rated horror. And it does have solid movies. In the beginning. Good old 80’s! I love the third movie. I do. Very much. It messed up the naming pattern – being called Friday the 13th Part III. What’s up with the Roman numerals? Anyway, it had 3D effects. In 1982. That’s amazing! I haven’t seen a 3D movie until 2009. Though, of course, there had been attempts to create 3D movies back in 1890’s. Still amazing! So, this movie is full of 3D effect. And it’s distracting. It, again, follows the last movie and this movie does introduce the hockey mask we all know and love. It was supposed to be the last one, however they decided to continue. The fourth entry to the series is subtitled The Final Chapter. Spoiler: It wasn’t. The third part was supposed to be the end. We did see Jason dead. And this movie does follow – Jason’s dead body is delivered to morgue. Then magic happens and he lives again. Yay! More chance to kill people. This movie follows a group of teenagers, who want to spend the weekend near Crystal Lake. There, a family lives. They meet and befriend. It won’t matter in the end. This movie introduces Tommy. Here, he is a young child. And also the final girl. With his sister. They’re both final girls. Tommy is also a main character in the fifth movie, A New Beginning. He’s an teenager now and traumatized. He’s being transferred to a residential treatment facility. He meets all sorts of characters there. The treatment isn’t going well, though, because one of the “patients” is killed by another troubled teen, in a fit of rage so to speak. This murder was the first of many. Tommy was sure that Jason has returned. He didn’t though. In the end, we discover that the “Jason” was the father of the dead boy in the beginning. And Tommy? He ends up with a hockey mask on and wielding a knife. And I loved this. I love that the moves are all connected and that the connection makes sense and it’s all real. Well, not counting the fourth movie’s beginning. It looked like they would continue with Tommy being the “Jason”, right? Well, they didn’t! In the sixth movie, subtitled Jason Lives, we find out that… Jason lives. Tommy is in this movie, again. He’s still not completely okay and he wants to cremate Jason’s body so that he couldn’t ever return. But he’s a dummy and he resurrects him by a lightning. That was very funny scene. This one, my father said, is the one that has been on TV all the time. It makes sense, because it’s claimed to be a fan favourite. And it was great. It was really funny, and I got scared once – that was funny too. Tommy makes a girlfriend and they steal car and Jason does amazing stunts. And, Tommy also kills Jason. For the third time. “It is finally over” he said. Spoiler: It wasn’t. Jason was alive and well, anchored to the bottom of the Crystal Lake and it was far from over, because Friday the 13th Part VIII: The New Blood happened. The New Blood is a little bit crazy. The main girl is a psychic. She has telekinetic powers and accidently kills he father and she accidently unchained Jason as well. Well, it happens. Her powers are “studied” by her psychiatrist when she is a teen, near the Crystal Lake. And a birthday party of someone is happening, too. He gets death as a gift.  In this movie, Jason doesn’t die. Amanda’s, the psychic girl’s, dead father drags him back into the lake. Buuut, it’s not enough. The eighth movie. If you’d asked me, I’d say the eighth movie is the best. IT IS. It’s great comedy. Friday the 13th wise the trilogy is the best, probably, but you must make yourself a favour and watch the eighth movie subtitled Jason Takes Manhattan. I mean, the name is great too. The movie starts with Jason being resurrected from some underwater cables or something and then he goes to Manhattan. On a boat. And the main girl fears water and is on a boat. It’s great movie. They’re not on a boat the whole time, of course. They get to New York and there they’re attacked by a drug users. It seems like NY is more dangerous than Crystal Lake, haha! And there are deaths in metro and hilarious chasing scene all over Manhattan. It’s amazing movie. The ninth movie is awful. I don’t want to even thing about it. Jason Goes to Hell: The Final Friday was, in fact, the final Friday. And then a remake was done. However, the ninth movie wasn’t Friday the 13th. The story was about Jason being able to switch bodies and he needed to find his relative, who was pregnant, and shift into his body. It was. Weird. It could have been a good stand-alone movie but series wise it’s bad. Well, there’s badass girl with shotgun. But that’s all that’s good about this movie. The tenth movie was weird. And crazy. I liked it more than the ninth one, though. The movie was set in the distant future and in space! There was also a humanoid. Plot wise, the regular stuff – just slashing. No wonder they had to reboot the series, when now he died in space, haha. The reboot took 8 years. In 2009, Friday the 13th hit the cinemas. It took the story of the first four movies. It was okay. It did improve the series graphically, but I’ll always prefer the older ones. In conclusion, a very interesting series. While watching the movies, I liked how you could guess the era the movie was set in. And, created in. Like, the advancement in technology, fashion and breast. Somehow, back in 80’s, girls used to have round breast and nowadays in TV and cinemas they’re of triangular shape. Interesting! I think the first movie is must watch, because people should know where pop culture icons come from. The first trilogy is interesting and I really love how the plot actually spawns across the series. However, I have no idea what happened with eighth movie and beyond. They’re weird. And not really worth watching. Maybe if you’re into not-so-good movies.