#papi was robbed

[mmmitchmmmarner]

just think its interesting how ppl are out here critiquing palestinian olympic athletes for not all being from palestine and they're "just asking questions" and "its the rules"

but when I bring up china's mens ice hockey roster in the 2022 beijing olympics, its suddenly all "not this again" and "fucking drop it" and "you can't bring this up any time anyone talks about the olympics or 2022 or for no fucking reason at all"

[ctrl-lupin]

Yes, I would be very interested hearing your head canon (@tim-ribbert-56) (in response to this post)

I have decided for my personal entertainment that Clarisse de Cagliostro is related to Lupin III, and here's why.

-pulls out Arsène Lupin's Wikipedia page-

In the novel La Comtesse de Cagliostro, a young Arsène Lupin (at the time going by the name Raoul d'Andrésy) was courting Clarisse d'Etigues, a young lady of a well-to-do family, and trying to win her hand, despite her father's disapproval.

Throughout the course of the novel, Lupin meets and falls in love with Joséphine Balsamo, aka the Countess of Cagliostro, and abandons Clarisse in favour of her. To clarify, Joséphine is not actually countess of anything, she is (or claims to be) a descendant of Giuseppe Balsamo aka the Count of Cagliostro (who was also count of jack shit), a famous conman from the 18th century.

Shenanigans ensue, which I will not go into in details on, but oh my god I am insane about Raoul and Joséphine, I want to dissect them and study them under a microscope. It turns out Joséphine aka Cagliostro is evil as fuck, Raoul/Lupin realizes that and goes back to Clarisse (whom he had previously abandoned like an old sock, I fucking hate this guy), marries her, and a few years later has her kid.

Unfortunately Clarisse dies in childbirth, and Joséphine, who was still around and very very pissed at Lupin (and jealous as hell of Clarisse whom, may I mention, had never personally antagonized her in any way whatsoever, Joséphine is just fucking bonkers). Joséphine also kidnaps Lupin and Clarisse's son, Jean, and raises him as her own son. (I have not yet read the following novel The revenge of Cagliostro so I don't really know what Jean's deal is, I just know he's an antagonist).

The following is my headcanon, based on these events. In the universe of Lupin III, Joséphine Balsamo was actually countess of the small kingdom of Cagliostro (maybe Giuseppe was count, maybe he conned his way into becoming count, maybe he bought the land and built a fake kingdom with a fake history, who knows).

After the events of The revenge of Cagliostro, Jean settles down in the country of Cagliostro, gets married, has a child, and that child will later have a daughter of their own, who they name Clarisse, after their late grandmother. Clarisse de Cagliostro, of Lupin III: The Castle of Cagliostro fame, would thus be the great-grand-daughter of Arsène Lupin, making her Lupin III's cousin/niece/whatever you call this specific degree of separation.

I am choosing to make Clarisse de Cagliostro a great-granddaughter of Arsène Lupin, rather than a granddaughter, because Arsène Lupin was very young when the events I described unfolded: he is 20 years old when he meets Clarisse d'Etigues and the whole Cagliostro debacle happens, and 25 by the time Jean is born. I'm assuming he had Lupin II much later in his life. So Jean and Lupin II (half-brothers) would have a significant difference in age, and so Jean's hypothetical child (grandchild of Arsène Lupin, so of the same generation of Lupin III) would be much older than Lupin III. Clarisse de Cagliostro is younger than him, maybe around the same age if you stretch it, so she's have to be a great-grandchild.

Now I need to read The revenge of Cagliostro and study Arsène Lupin's wikipedia page in more detail to determine when exactly Lupin II was born and who his mother was. And also where Albert's family branched out, because the fact that he's called D'Andrésy should theoretically place him as a descendant of Arsène Lupin's mother but not of Arsène Lupin himself; but Jean was also going by that last name, so who fucking knows.

No I am not insane I promise, I am just a gigantic nerd.

[kyros-tha-soldier]

Chapter 1084 spoilers

-Vivi is slay queening in this one yaaaaas we Stan a queen who stands up for herself and the others

-any Pell and Chaka fans... RIP, i know how it feels 😔

-Alabasta Lore, INTERESTING lore ngl

-Oda trying to make sense out of the "Nami sameface" thingy

-king Cobra is doomed

-Fatass Charloss tries to kidnap Shirahoshi, gets folded by Sai and Leo (the actual true GS of the reverie) and reprimanded by rebecca (my cute smol gladiator pwincess 😳)

-The Revos save Kuma and Morley takes him underground. A pissed of Bonney (my poor bon bon 🥺) is mad at the revolutionaries since she thinks they dragged him into this

-Morley makes some stupid ass comment about Boney cooperating blah blah blah like? The girl wants her dad so bad? Tf?

fuck Morley all my homies hate Morley okay I take back what I said about Morley, we Stan a queen who FLOORED aramaki yesss

-the dressrosa committee suspects that something is wrong and leave immediately (they know not to screw around with those filthy celestial dragons, they already had Doffy wreck shit up)

-Im Sama talking to King Cobra about a past Alabasta queen and generational guilt or some stuff (Im looks HUGE, like real tall!)

[demontonic]

Hayden Christensen - The first time - 2

let’s pretend that i didnt already start writing this for a separate story before i decided to just add it in for a part 2 please and thank you! Here’s part 1 if you haven’t read it and my masterlist for more!

word count: 1998

You had landed a part in Star Wars after years of auditioning for any possible role. You had struck mainstream fame after a horror movie you did for Rob Zombie. They had introduced an interesting character, they wanted to give Darth Vader a devotee, of course after Padme he never loved again but they wanted to show how exactly he dealt with it immediately after her passing. The audition was a scene in which said devotee breaks after pining for his approval the entire series.

“I have given you everything I am, I betrayed everything I ever knew, and I have done everything you ever asked! Just once I want you to see me, all I do, all I am is for you… Anakin.” Your voice sounded empty, defeated, broken and angry. Unrequited love in the worst case scenario possible, falling in love with a widowed sith lord. The story outside all the theatrics however was quite the opposite.

“Chosen one, how’s your morning old man?” You taunted in a merry voice, the taller blond man just shook his head. A smirk resting on his lips as he scoffed at the weak attempt of a joke.

“You aren’t too far behind me lady,” he dropped his bag onto the blue mat next to yours. Soon Hayden towered over you awaiting the inevitable comeback, something you’d grown accustomed to during training.

“Twelve years is enough for me to give you shit big papi,” you shoved his torso once you felt your neck stiffening at the uncomfortable angle it required to look at him.

“Well I thought you two weren’t supposed to get along,” Dave Filoni, you swear you could spend hours thanking this man for his work in the Star Wars universe, afterall he did create your character.

“Dave!”

“Hayden!”

They briefly shook hands, clearly having a deep respect and adoration for each other as long time coworkers and friends. Behind Dave however was this redhead, she was older than you but still younger than Hayden. She was the trainer's assistant who very much liked to try and correct Hayden, despite him having more experience than most of us. It wouldn’t have struck a chord with you, it shouldn’t have, but when she placed her hands around his arms to adjust his ‘lightsaber’ it angered you deeply. Luckily for you she seemed to be in quite the chipper mood, “Fan- fucking -tastic,” you thought while watching her drool over him.

“-And then we’ll get started on your final battle, sound good?” Dave looked between you and Hayden, a nod coming from you both before he walked away; being replaced by the main trainer, Harry.

“Morning, Milord, lover girl, Jess.” His voice was relaxed as always, he was a gentle man despite the skills he had taught us. He could cheer you up and stop you from being discouraged one moment and then completely body slam you the next. You were forever grateful he was the trainer, because if it was that snotty bitch Jessica, you’d never catch a break. He liked to refer to us using names related to our characters to ‘get us in the headspace’ you just thought it was cute.

“Morning puff, how was the commute this morning?” You teased since he always complained about traffic, but today he gave you a knowing look. Puff was the nickname you gave him, his hair was insanely fluffy and long it also was a very light blonde.

“Well I’ll have you know it was better today, I hope that’s how your choreography goes as well since we’re gonna start breaking down your final battle today.” He grabbed a pole before swiftly turning to us, a test he’d do every now and then to see if we could spring into action. Of course, being the teacher’s pet I’d met his ‘blade’ first.

“Ah my lover girl, always quick on her feet,” his praise made you smile while he stood down, returning to his previous spot.

“She still needs to keep her legs braced properly, her stance is weak,” Jessica spat while she walked over to Harry, twirling her pole in hand cockily. To be fair she’d won many matches against you, but as of recently you had the winning streak.

“Now Jess-”

“Wanna give it a go, see how weak my stance really is?” You proposed, walking out to the middle of the mat, leaving Hayden to stand lonesome in the corner. He loved your drive, your constant need to prove yourself against that wretched woman. Not many people fancied her, it wasn’t hard to understand why, Hayden was not one of those people.

“Any day, any time, you know I’m always ready,” she quickly met you in the middle, poised for action, awaiting your first strike.

“Are you?” You had been working on this rendition of Hayden’s move, it was your personal touch to the character. It was the famous ‘Obi-Ani’ however when the saber went behind your back the blade would be downturned. From there it would switch hands, strike once it was brought forth, then switched back to your right hand. That was exactly how you started, she hadn’t been able to combat it and in the fictional universe her hand would be severed. In the real world, you hit her wrist very hard, you hoped to see the bruise later on.

“Impressive! I didn’t know you had finally polished that move, I think it will do well in the choreo.” Harry quickly declared before getting in between you two. Hayden also approached you, his hand turned your shoulder to face him.

“What even was that?” He sounded impressed, almost childlike especially with the smile that accompanied the question.

“I took your move, and I made it my own master,” you said cockily with a shit eating smile. Harry’s praise made you smile, but Hayden’s interest made you jump for joy.

*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

It had been a few hours now, you had gone through 4 out of 10 parts of the battle and you were starting to get frustrated. The lightsaber part had never been an issue, but the footwork on your part was intense. It had to be because by now Anakin was Darth Vader his mobility was nothing like the prequels. To keep Hayden stiff they had pads on his arms and knees to limit the movement. On top of that there was a lot of dialogue throughout the beginning, so you kept circling each other, anticipating each other's next moves.

“Again, let's slow it back dow-“

“No. Let’s do it again, I just need to keep doing this until I get it.” It wasn’t a backflip or some mind blowing parkour, however the transition from running, to sliding, up to your knees; and then trying not to fall back while Hayden pushed down on you with his saber wasn’t easy.

“Do you want me to ease up?” God sometimes you just wanted to hit him with the pole when he tried to water it down for you. He came from a good place but amidst your frustration, and Jessica’s relentless corrections you were losing control.

“No, just start again at 3”

“Okay, on your line”

And with a heavy sigh you repeated the last line of your spiel. “Just once I want you to see me, all I do, all I am is for you… Anakin.” Your voice was harsh, it was unmissable so as Hayden began his attack, you deflected with more force than normal. Your jaw was clenched and your fists tight. Your eyes were set on Hayden, it was like you were doing the scene for the actual take, hell it was like you were actually living this scenario.

“Anakin is no more, I killed hi-“

“Liar!”

You stepped forward going back into the confrontation, your sabers clashing louder than before. Grunts leaving your throat as you push your tired body to perfection, until you catch sight of Jessica. Her glare stuck on you as if you killed her favorite person, it just made you fume. The next part is when you cut off Vader’s left hand and while normally you let Hayden put his hand down, you hit the back of his hand. Finally it had clicked that you weren’t okay, something was bothering you and he had a pretty good idea why. However he remained silent and followed through with the scene.

“All this time, did you think I might fall in love with you? Your pride consumes you, padawan.”

“And your grief consumes you.” You said through clenched teeth, this was where you had to jump off a blue block they’d set up. As you jumped down, you rolled onto your knees before running at Hayden, and to avoid his saber you slid beneath it. Once you turned to face him, you hurriedly got onto one knee finally making it on time before your sabers clashed. He pushed down on you and you could feel your shoe slip against the slick fabric of the mats. You were fed up with this plastic always fucking this part up so you pushed back with all your upper body strength.

Not your best moment.

Hayden fell back as you stood up and this finally calmed you down from your mood. You breathed heavily while you walked over to help him back up, twirling your saber mindlessly. You looked down at the blonde, holding your hand out wordlessly in embarrassment.

“Sorry, I just-“

“Let’s take a break, and talk about this.” Hayden interjected before hurriedly ushering you to the parking lot. There was nothing to say, it was childish of you to act out, it was embarrassing, you couldn't begin to process the emotions pooling in your stomach. He unlocked his car and opened the door for you without hesitation, he was scarily calm as you got in the passenger seat. It didn’t take long for him to get into the driver’s seat, long strides equaled less steps. Once he was seated the silence continued for a moment, you wouldn’t dare meet his gaze.

“Jessica is a hard person to be around, I’m sure you’ve had a few instances like that in the workplace. Y/N you are giving her what she wants when you get angry, people like that thrive off your misery.” Hayden Christensen, he had to be God’s favorite, he was so nice and understanding. A gentle giant trying to reason with a short psycho, perfect.

“It disappoints you as much as it does me-“

“I’m not disappointed in you, if anything I’m proud… surprised even.”

“Surprised?”

“Yeah, Harry assumed you would’ve chewed her head off by now. You saved me 20 bucks”

“So what I’m hearing is you think I could win in a fight.” The mood was lighter now, you both sported bright smiles while the banter continued.

“I wouldn’t have put money on you if I didn’t think you would,” he was being sincere and you knew by the way he spoke so effortlessly.

“Might not be for much longer, it’s like she gets worse everyday- that or my tolerance is getting shorter.” This time your tone sounded defeated, sure you’ve dealt with more stressful things in life, but it seemed as though you had no more patience left. Hayden quickly took note of this and used the leverage of you being a Star Wars nerd to cheer you up.

“Have faith love, everything will soon be set right… I’ve been told she’ll be transferred to a different project anyway. Someplace far far away from us,” His voice dwindled to a hushed volume, it was soothing.

“That would bring peace to the entire city.” He laughed at your brutal joke before changing the subject.

“So do you think we can go in there and try to play nice?” The question lingered for a moment before you reluctantly answered him.

“I don’t make promises.”

“But?”

“But… I will try.”

“Atta girl.”

@oogachakaooga

@lonelywitchv2

@papas-peepee

[count-alucard-tepes]

how would the op hotties react to seeing their small 4 children staring at them with wide eyes in the dark, talking in synce, “ we had a nightmare and can’t sleep 👁️👁” late at night

Kizaru ✨: *opens his arms* “…come here and get some rest”

Akainu🌋: *takes them back to their bedrooms and helps them fall asleep*

Ryokugyu 🌱:

Fujitora 🐅: “…let me get this right, so all of you had the same nightmare? At the same time…”

Sir Crocodile 🐊: *screams* “Christ! You all will be the death of me!”

Doflamingo Donquixote 🦩: *did not wake up*

Benn Beckman 🔫: *still waking up* “…okay…you guys can’t all fit here though…let’s go back to your rooms”

Katakuri Charlotte 🍡: *goes and makes some hot milk for the babies while they cuddle in bed before coming back and listening to the dream*

Killer🔪: *goes to check on the kids and then takes them to bed, eventually falling asleep with them too*

Kaido🐉: *is literally still asleep*

King 👑 : *yawns and cuddles his babies into his chest, wrapping his wings around them* “…there, there…it was just a nightmare”

Queen👑:

Izou🔫🔫: *cuddles inbetween the kids and listens to their dream*

Dragon D Monkey 🐉🐒:

Oven Charlotte 🍞: *scoops his little ones and cuddles them* “…daddy’s here …try to get some sleep”

Buggy🤡: “oh my little babies! Come to daddy!”

Marco the Phoenix 🦅: *rubs his eyes tiredly and gestures for them to jump in bed*

Eustass Kidd🤘🎸: *did not wake up*

Rosinantè Donquixote aka Cora-San💕: “…come here, little ones”

Who’s-Who ❤️‍🔥👹: “…Kay…come cuddle with papi”

Gecko Moria🦇: “…that was probably my fault….somehow”

Iceburg💜: “…suck it up and get back to bed…daddy has work in the morning”

Gild Tesoro⚜️🏅:

Rob Lucci🐆:

[hausofmamadas]

SE LA ARRANCA A MORDIDAS | mystery of Amado's anonymous lady-hustlers, solved

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Holy father who art in heaven, do I have some fucking cracked ass head-canon nonsense for us to👏🏽 day👏🏽 …………….. let’s get to it shall we??

so idk if anyone anyone being the largely nonexistent narcos fandom aka the void Im speaking into remembers that one scene from Narcos in S3 where sleazy!OG!Amado told that one story about those sex workers who robbed him blind, mid-mamadita?

anyone ..... no?

dwdwdw that's okay bc I brought some visual aids to assist in our collective remembrance of this glorious occasion

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The scene starts like this: 👇

Okay, yeah, right? legendary? legendary. just truly legendary behavior skfjskj on all fronts. but the identities of these social justice warriors— no wait activists— no wait, crusad— er no, patriarchy demolishers? iconic crimies with a penchant for for mid-fellatic felonies like armed robbery have been completely anonymous thus far.

…………… until now.

Bc as always, Narcoverse papis Doug Miro, Andrés Baiz, and Carlo Bernard, never fail to fill in the blanks except when they do cause Griselda left a lot to be desired and this is arguably the best ep of the show which, yeah. it’s never ideal when the best ep of a 6ep limited series is the 2nd one si me entiendes😬😬😬 but we digress because im 99.99999999999999% sure if these two sex workers from Griselda aren’t also the two legends who hustled Amado’s dick money out his pants pockets without having to fire so much as a single shot, I’m fairly certain they’re at least inspired by and carrying the torch aka bottling and distilling that Big Dick Energy to perfection of those brave women.

What gave me this idea? So glad you asked dear reader you didn’t but we’ll just pretend you did cause this my haus KEKW…. No like even I rolled my eyes at my own self for that but i couldn’t refrain either.

It all happened when I was nursing my new obsession with a one, Mr. Darío Sepúlveda a name I would most certainly believe to be fucking fake were he not an irl human bean.

👇👇 THIS slice of sweet, cherry pie right tf here

And I stumbled upon this one specific part, where the look on this chick’s face is SO FUCKINGKDHDHDGWVE SIMILAR to Amado’s face, when he’s explaining 👇👇👇👇👇👇👇how the burgling commences when the gurgling is interrupted by with an uncomfortable silence, as this chick proceeds to, hog still in mouth, cease any and all throat activity and fuckingskdfjskl just stare. up. at. him.

all 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️

Like tell me homegirl’s face here👇👇 👇👇 doesn’t look just like it????????????

YOU CANTSJSHSJSHWUS YOU cANT. EVIDENCE IS IRREFUTABLE.

Anyway. Movingright along.

So, if aforementioned homegirl is the 🙇🏻‍♀️ from la historia del grande señor de los cielos, then that makes this ☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️ ... homegirl’s accomplice

with the👇👇sidearm

and like the general only slightly subtle "I eat dicks like urs for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and a midnight snack" vibes that this duo is serving throughout but esp below bc never will I ever not refer to a fuckboy as mancito from now until I'm in my grave alsdkjfa like MANCITO. THE WAY SHE SAYS IT WITH SUCH ALSKDJFKS CONTEMPT, CAN YOU STAND IT????? makes it so clear in my mind's eye how they could 100000000000%% be the unnamed heroes thieves from Amado's little story

also full 180 just on the low but can we all moment of silence for this 👇👇 FUCKINGSDLDFJ LOOK ON DARIO'S FACE WHEN SHE CORRECTS HIM, "quien te dijo eso? ... un mancito?" LIKE HE FUCKIGNSLDFKJSLKJ KNOWS, HE KNOWS HE HAS ERRED ON THIS PATH, HE KNOWS HE CANNOT PASS GO, CANNOT COLLECT 200 DOLLARS AND HE HAS THE GOOD SENSE TO BE GRACIOUS ABOUT IT AND IMAS;DFLIJA;LWEJF;KAJWE;FAKJ; SFUCKINGS DFKLJSLDF JA;K CRYING, SCREAMING, THROWING UP, INCONSOLABLE. LIKE LOOK. AT THIS. OKAY, THAT A MAN, NO MANCITO

*smacks own face, jiggles head back and forth, takes deep breath* anyway.... back to the story

and this is where this prob super unhinged really solidifies bc let's join hands class and pledge alliegance to the most impressive and noteworthy alpha but in the most non-cringe way assertion of dominance I have ever fucking witnessed in all my days. Like, legit the next time i'm into a dude the way i say this like it's not an 'if' bc RIP to my love life lbr fuck all that playing coy, fuck all that flirting. We just gonna get right to the point bc imma climb all over his lap, purr in his face, and ask about his hobbies like it's the 1978 equivalent of a Hinge profile SKSKKSK

and the next time I am spurned I will absolutely grab his junk in a naked hahahaksdjfk grab for a proper leash power to gain the upper hand in the situation and shame any and all menfolk who claim to not like me bc I'm not their 'type.' which like sksjsjsjs admittedly poor Dario just said that as a pretense to get the chisme from the chick who hates Grislenda bc the look of unconcealed regret on his face when Mistress Mamma Crotch Snatcher Morton gets up seems like a good indicator he would've paid to play with his balls

BUT LIKE SIDE BY SIDE WITH AMADO GETTING TO THE metaphorical CLIMAX bc I sincerely doubt they let him bust, mid-robbery OF HIS STORY, CAN WE NOT SEE HOW CLEARLY THESE TWO WOMEN WERE THE ONES WHO JACKED AMADO OFF– NO WAIT THEY DECIDEDLY DID NOT DO THAT ALL OF AMADO’S SHIT, LIKE CAUGHT PAPI WITH HIS ACTUAL PANTS DOWN SKSJSB

and lest any of us were convinced that Lady "Hijueputa Mandona Esa" who hates Griselda wasn't the one holding the gun on Toque, telling Amado she's gonna have her friend chew clear through his disco stick like some froot by the foot, please refer to exhibit B here ☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️where she's manspreading for jesus in these fucking hot pants. I mean try to tell me that ain't power. c'mon

AND THEN THE WAY SHE FUCKINGSLDFKJSL HUSTLES DARIO FOR EXTRA CASH, ALL "you gotta pay me more than that pittance bc yeah, she were a mouthy bitch but I didn't hate her that bad" ensuring he had no choice but to leave a tip, just like our pobre mujeriego, himbo extraordinaire, Sleazy!OG!Amado

And if this isn't the most iconic reminder to tip your servers, folks which everyone should be doing already I truly don't know what is.

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taglist: @ashlingnarcos @tofuwildcard @narcolini @drabbles-mc

[analogwriting]

Star-Crossed

Chapter 19: Sirds

Donquixote Rosinante x gn!reader word count: 2.6k first|next a/n: none of this chapter was planned. it started with a thought of maybe putting a flashback in here and then this happened so lmfao enjoy my improv

You slowly came to, but immediately things were wrong. You knew you had just been shot, so at the very least you should be in an insane amount of pain. That, and you expected to be in the hospital or at least Pops’ house.

Not in the middle of some fucking flower field with no pain whatsoever.

Did you die? Is this heaven? Surely that was a mistake. With all the people you had killed, you didn’t think heaven was something you deserved. Hell, you weren’t even sure it existed. You’ve seen too much ugly in the world to think there was a god that would allow things like this to happen. But if it did, you definitely didn’t deserve it.

Maybe you were just hallucinating. In the depths of your own mind. Shit, maybe you were in a coma and this was all just a dream. 

“Mamma?” You shot up, looking around as you heard a small voice. There was someone else here? You spotted a small child with their mother and your breath caught in your throat. Your eyes widened and you felt tears beginning to form.

You might not have seen her for nearly three decades and her features long since became a blur to you, but you knew your mother when you saw her. Everything seemed to come flooding back.

She was sitting with a smaller version of you in her lap. “Yes, stellina?” You felt yourself choke on a quiet sob as you heard the name she had always called you as a child. She was currently wiping away whatever you had made a mess of yourself with.

However, before you could answer, you heard a yelp and someone falling on the ground. You turned around, seeing your father slowly sitting up. He was younger and full of warmth.

“Papi!” Little you stood up, running over to where a younger version of your father had ate shit. You watched the scene unfold. Was this a memory? It wasn’t something that you could remember now. “Are you okay!?” 

Your father sat up, laughing as he dusted himself up. “Yes, angelo. Nothing’s hurt but my pride.”

“Pride? Uh oh! Does it hurt a lot? What part of the body is that?” Little you frowned as you helped your father dust himself off. He just laughed, scooping you up into his arms and covering you in kisses to which you screamed and giggled. You felt a pang in your heart as this wasn’t the father you remembered. Your father never did anything like this as much as you wish he did. It was just cold training - always at arms’ length. Was this what he was like before? Had it really been so long that you’d forgotten?

“I’m sorry you were robbed of this.” You jumped and looked to your side as you saw your mother.

“Just know that these times with you and your father were the best in my life,” she continued with a serene look on her face as she watched little you with your father. “I didn’t know your father would die the same day that I did. You deserved so much better.”

You shook your head, sniffling and wiping away your tears. “It’s fine. There’s nothing much that we can do now.” You’d already accepted this fact. You’d moved on with the help of your loved ones. Speaking of which, you knew they were probably all worried right now.

Before you could think long about this, you felt hands on your face. You blinked, noticing your mother now standing in front of you, taking your face in her hands. You studied her face, burning each detail into your mind. You were determined to remember her this time. 

“Just know, stellina, that I’m so proud of you. Despite everything that happened, you made a name for yourself and created a safe space for those who need it. I couldn’t be more over the moon with how you turned out.” There was sadness in her eyes. “I’m just sad I wasn’t able to be there to see it in person.”

She smiled, kissing your forehead. “But know, I’m always there with you, okay? You’re doing great.”

You were boardline sobbing now. You looked over as your father joined you. He was holding little you who was just watching. You didn’t know what your brain was doing right now, but it wasn’t fair. Why would it craft such a hallucination?

“I’m sorry, angelo.” You just stared at him, not knowing what to say. “You deserved more than what I have given you. Just know that the me out there isn’t me. It’s as if my soul died but my body just kept on living. All my worst parts.” He frowned deeply. “I’m sorry we left you, angelo. It wasn’t fair to you and that was never my intention.”

You just stared at him, not knowing what to say. What do you say to that? This man had your father’s face and was filled with a warmth that you’d long since forgotten, but at the same time, he felt like nothing more than a stranger.

“You have a choice, stellina.” You blinked, looking back at your mother. A choice? 

“You can stay here with your father and I. Live the childhood and life you had been robbed of. You’d revert back to your smaller age, before everything happened. Your memories wiped clean and you’d know nothing but the warmth and joy you once did.” Your eyes widened and your head began to spin. Could you really do that? Could you really go with them and live the life that you’d long since forgotten and dreamed of?

“Or, you could go back. Go back to feeling pain and sadness. Feel the betrayal of everything that’s happened. Feel everything.”

You followed your mother’s gaze and you saw yourself in a hospital bed. You looked like you were sleeping, hooked up to multiple machines. You slowly walked over to yourself, looking you over. You looked like you were on death’s door. Everything must’ve caught up to you all at once. Not properly eating, the fighting, and then there was the whole getting shot twice thing - it made sense why you looked like that.

You looked from the hospital bed to your parents. Little you was gone now, the two of them standing there, watching you. Your heart was torn. You knew exactly what this choice actually tied to. Life or death. Were you going to let go and die, going into the afterlife with your parents? Or were you going to go back? Live life without them. 

As much as you wanted to just let go and enjoy time with your parents, you knew you wouldn’t be able to. You knew that you’d never be whole. Yes, you longed for the times when you were younger. When things were simpler and happier but…you were finding your way now. You had a family now and these two were nothing but strangers to you now.

You weren’t sure that you’d fit in with them. Not to mention, this was all in your head, so that afterlife bullshit isn’t even a guarantee.

You felt someone squeeze your hand and you looked down. Little you was standing there with a large smile on their face. “Come on!” She pulled you towards your parents and you didn’t move. For a moment, you waivered. You could forget all the pain and sadness. You wouldn’t have to stress or worry anymore.

You suddenly heard someone say your name. You paused, looking around. It sounded like a whisper on the wind, you had almost missed it. You looked to your parents once more, they were standing there, waiting for your decision. Little you tugged on your hand again. “C’mon!” There was a slight whine to your little voice.

You heard your name again, more clearly this time. “Please. Come back to me.” You felt your chest tighten again and you turned, looking at the hospital bed again. You still laid there, looking even more withered than before. How much time has passed here? You were sure that time was passing faster out there.

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes so you could think. You knew what you wanted. Deep down, you knew exactly what you were going to choose, but thinking about the other option was just that - a nice thought. 

You couldn’t just leave. You couldn’t leave Pops and Marco. You couldn’t leave your hospital, your staff. You couldn’t leave Corazon.  Sure, you hadn’t really grown up with much of a family, that much was clear now. You could see clearly and it was never full of love like you had previously thought. It wasn’t as warm and you weren’t as close with your father as you had thought. It had been nothing but a farce now that you looked at it. Everything was nothing more than a business deal at this point. 

However, you did have a family. People who cared about you and you cared about them. You’d always considered them family and now they were your only family. Pops had taken you in when you had nowhere to go and raised you like one of his own. Marco had treated you like the sibling he never had and you treated him like your brother. They were your family.

Not only them, but also your staff at the hospital. You considered them an extension of your family. Sure, you got under each other’s skin from time to time, but you still cared for them. And Corazon. That sweet, sweet, clumsy man. Stumbled right into your life and into your heart.

You couldn’t just leave them. Sure, if you did, you’d forget all that pain and sadness. You wouldn’t even have your memories, but you couldn’t do that to them. You couldn’t just push all your negative feelings off on everyone else who was still living. That wouldn’t be fair to them. Besides, you knew you’d have another chance to see your parents again.

You looked back to your parents and smiled. “I would love nothing more than to come with you.”

“I’m sensing a but.” Your mother mirrored your smile. You chuckled softly, nodding. “But, I have a lot of things I need to take care of and my own clumsy man to go home to.” Your father laughed loudly at that one. Your mother let out a soft laugh as well. You knew they would’ve loved Corazon had they had the chance to meet him, just as you did.

“I know that once I live out my life and I die of old age, I’ll be back here and we can all meet back up again.” 

“And make sure you bring the clumsy man too. I want to meet the man who’s won over my child’s steel heart.” Your mother grinned, grabbing your father’s hand.

“I expected nothing less. Just remember, we’re always with you and we love you so much, stellina. We couldn’t be more proud.”

A bright light flashed and they were gone. You felt yourself crying again, but you didn’t regret your decision. You turned, the scene around you changing. You were standing in the hospital room now, next to your bed. Just as before, you were laying in the bed, looking worse for wear. Only now you could see everyone else.

Corazon was in a chair right next to you, holding your hand and his head on your leg as he slept. Must’ve been the middle of the night. You saw Marco come in for a moment to check the machines before pausing. He looked down at you and you could see the worry and hurt in his eyes. You felt terrible for worrying everyone like this. You should’ve been more cautious. More careful.

“Don’t blame yourself.” You stopped, staring at Corazon who had shifted in his sleep. Was he sleep talking right now? How did he know? Was it just a coincidence? Linking of subconsciousness? Okay, maybe you needed to stop reading so many afterlife theory articles.

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes. “Doctor, you’re needed down the hall…are they doing any better?” You turned around, seeing Law in the doorway. Well, at least it seems that things have returned to normal. Everyone is able to work comfortably at the hospital again.

“Things haven’t changed. At this rate, we’ve tried everything. It’s up to y/n now. They’ve gotta fight the good fight and come back.” Marco sighed, giving a small chuckle. You could hear and see how exhausted he was. You knew he was running the hospital solo right now and that wasn’t easy. Sure, you’d done it before but this was your hospital. You’ve also had Marco to lean on the last few years, so it’d been a lot better. Now he was dealing with the brunt of things. 

“Well, they need to hurry up and come back. I don’t know how much longer I can take of Cora’s moping.” Even though it was a statement that was supposed to be one of irritation, you could hear the concern in Law’s words. Seems like he cared in his own little way. “It’s been a month, how much longer could it take?” He frowned.

You blanched. A month? That’s how long you’ve been out? You were floored. Why the hell have you been out so long? Maybe the psychological effects of what Anthony has done to you locked you in your own mind. You didn’t necessarily process anything after it happened. You had completely shut down and then went into the heist without much time to actually go through everything. You’d read somewhere that trauma will do that and boy did you have tons of it.

“Who knows. Could be tomorrow, could be a year from now, hell, they could never wake up.” A deep frown set on Marco’s face for a moment before he shook it away. “But, they’re stronger than that, so I know it’ll be any day now.”

You had no idea what you did to deserve a brother like him, but you were glad he was in your life. He was your number one supporter just as you were his. Though, that title might be taken by Corazon soon enough.

You looked back at your body and you realized something. How the hell was this supposed to go? How did you get back into your body? You wanted nothing more than to go back. To wake up and put an end to everyone’s worries. To go back to the way things used to be. You groaned, burying your face in your hands as Marco and Law left the room.

After a moment, you removed your hands from your face. You walked over to yourself again. Was it just a simple touch? You weren’t sure what to do but that was all you could think of. You slowly reached out your hand, pausing for a moment, hovering over your own skin. What if this created some kind of paradox? No, that wouldn’t make sense. Yet again, what part of this did make sense?

You bit your lip, looking to Corazon sleeping next to you. He also looked incredibly rugged and not in the hot and sexy way. He looked like he hadn’t been eating well. Or sleeping well. You hoped that you’d be able to provide some relief in that. You took another deep breath, touching your own arm.

Then everything went black.

[return-to-twisted-wonderland]

🔆anon

(Alright. This should be the last in my little series. Unless I come up with more ideas which is likely. I like writing angst. Hope it’s fun to read!)

— —

Blame. A funny word. An unfunny concept. Who gets it? How does one know? Usually, everyone has their own concept of blame, especially those who were hurt.

What if those who were hurt blame themselves? Say all the hurt is their fault?

That might differ.

—

Dusk stood in the middle of his trashed room. Objects were thrown from here to there. Papers and fabrics were ripped. Even the mattress was off his bed. He did all of this in no time. He did all of this because he’s a monster who can’t control his anger. He snaps at anyone who gets too close, and before he knows what he’s doing, something is broken or something is hurt. All of this because he can’t forgive a grieving man or let himself understand how his mere existence harmed the brothers he loves beyond his comprehension.

Why is Dusk like this? Why can’t he stop himself? Why can’t he make up for causing so many problems?

—

Domino turned off all of the lights in his room and found the darkest corner to cry in. He shouldn’t even be allowed to cry. He had everything handed to him, and in having that, he ripped it away from so many others. He bounce from his biological family that gave him pure love, to his adoptive family who loved him as well but had practically infinite money. And the second he lost his adoptive parents, he was thrust back to his biological family, as if he should have everything.

Meanwhile people were struggling. His biological family was struggling while he loved a comfortable life. People were in need while Domino got to inherit money just because he was lucky enough to be adopted.

Why can’t Domino stop causing pain for others? He should suffer for once too. He shouldn’t be allowed to cry.

—

Canis hid under his blanket and he clung to his stuffed animal. Everything in his life had become scary. He didn’t know what people were doing or why. He only knew people who looked at him seemed worried and sad.

Why were they sad? Did he do something? What did he do wrong? He’ll apologize! He’s sorry!

Canis even made sure to pick up all his toys and put them away, even if he almost cried touching some of them. Especially the ones Papi gave him. He could only see Papi getting mad at Birdie and having to be forced away from him.

Why was Papi mad? Was it because of him too? He’s sorry! Canis is sorry!

—

Kit drug herself out of bed, opened her drawer, and fished out those stupid drawings. She started to cry again, ruining the paper with even more teardrops. Teardrops that she should probably be shedding more of based on the pain she’s been causing.

She was given all all Fellow could get while he took care of her despite being a child himself. He even starved some nights on the street so she could eat enough. She then fell sick and he alone had to scrounge up money and food. Even worse she disappeared, and in doing so, left their stuff unattended to be robbed and Fellow unattended to be pushed down a horrible path.

Now she’s back and they accept her as if nothing has changed. She hasn’t been her for ten years. She hasn’t been here to help her elder brother at all. She hasn’t been here to see any of Gidel’s life or what he shares with Fellow.

She just takes from everyone and leaves them to suffer. She’s absolutely horrible.

—

Toryn sits on his bed, just letting his mind wander as he feels he feels disconnected from everything. He is an outsider in all sense of the word. He was shoved into a world he had no business being in, only to be given the grace of kind souls who called themselves his family. A family he didn’t deserve. Yet he was still an outsider, needing to still be underwater and seeing their world through a pane of glass.

Now he’s back in the world he was originally from. Yet a world he wasn’t in for seventeen years. He might be able to be with others but he can’t interact. No one wants a sharp fanged and clawed being to suddenly insert themselves into your life. People her just think he’s dangerous, though he never wants to hurt anyone. He’s shoved away.

Staying in any place would just be Toryn shoving himself down someone’s throat. It already hurts to do that. He shouldn’t impose more than the cruelty him existing is already doing.

—

Blame. A thought often misplaced by those who have been hurt.

Lilia doesn't hesitate to comfort Dusk, even if his son pushes him away, he'll still be there for him. It's the least he can do to make up for everything's he's done.

Deuce isn't the brightest, but he'll always be there for his brother. He doesn't want him going into a dark place with him around, Deuce can't lose him again.

Vargas wastes no time in scooping up Canis and holding his son close to him. He soothes his cry and hums as he rocks the wolf cub.

Gidel finds Kit and rushes off to grab Fellow, he drags the fox beastman to her to which he pushes them together and climbs in the middle of them. Gidel can't speak, but he's determined to keep his family together and comfort them as well.

Floyd's the one whose the most in touch with emotions. So once he spots Toryn sitting on his bed, he leaves to grab Jade. They return and wrap Toryn up in the tightest hug they can manage. They're not letting their brother go anytime soon.

[sisilafami]

2023

Rap:

Sexyy Red - Hood Hottest Princess & (Deluxe)

Veeze - Ganger

Babyface Ray - Summer's Mine

MarijuanaXO & Joe Pablo - 30 Mil No Deal

BabyDrill - MadMan

SME TaxFree - Standin On Bidness / Im Still Industreets / Just Like Brothers (w/Big Homie Dre Cash)

Lil Yachty - 2023 singles

BandGang Lonnie Bands - Bam Bam / Provisions / Can't Ban the Bandman 2

Wizz Havinn - Super Wizz / Super Wizz_ The Sequel

Paco Panama - The Wire Vol. 1 / The Matrix / Faces of the Hill (w/Deemuney)

Armand Hammer - We Buy Diabetic Test Strips

Niontay - Dontay's Inferno / Demon Muppy

ICYTWAT - Siddhi World (Deluxe) / Final Boss / HAVE MERCY ON US /G4ost 2 / 4 tha Troopz

youngfootsoldier - Life Of A Young Soldier / Most Wanted

KP SKYWALKA - GRANDMA HOUSE (DELUXE) / Rhythm N Bip

YT - #STILLSWAGGIN

LUCKI - s_x m_ney dr_gs

Tae Rackzz - Who is Ju

Smoke Chapo - Over The Counter (Deluxe)

Ken Carson - A Great Chaos

YTB Fatt - Who Is Fatt / Foxes Only

Ethan Uno - Bachata Jersey Youtubes 2023

Mariboy Mula Mar - Effortless / Bitty Breaker / No auto mar 2 / Mula ova errthing

2Sdxrt3all - FUCK SCHOOL / Stop Holdin Nuts / gotta be geeked

Mari Montana - Outstanding Member

Lil 2 Dow - 21 Gun Salute

RRB Duck - Half Man Half Dog / Back In Da K / Scrooge McDuck Vol 1 & 2

Glokk40Spaz - Took The Biggest Risk 

Baby Osamaa - Tank Girl

D30 - Sorry 2 My Fans / Trappers & Scammers

WifiGAWD - Been Bout It / BLOCK MUSIC

OsamaSon - Osama Season / Flex Musix

Mike - Burning Desire

TisaKorean - Let Me Update My Status

CEO Trayle - The Collection Vol. 2

Slimesito - Paid N Full / RSG

HM:

454 & SURF GANG - FAST 5

786 Ju - 786 Year

Akai Solo - Verticality/Singularity

Anycia - EXTRA

BabyK turnt - $tack Or Starve / Rich B4 A Deal

Bb Trickz - Trickstar

Bear1Boss - Lil hotsauce / GlacierGuru

Beatking - She Won't Leave Houston

Bigskiis - MR. Ouuweee Scusemee

Billy Woods - Maps

Bucky Malone - DERREN

Cash Cobain - Pretty Girls Love Slizzy / Slizzy Day

Chavo - Chavo's World 3

Che - Crueger / Closed Captions

Chloe Hotline - jouissancé

Chicken P - BussaBrick Vol.3 ReallyRich4eva / Ain’t Lost Shit

Dani Kiyoko - REAL $tREET RUNNA 3

DaeMoney - Slae Season 3

Dai Ballin - 844 pt.3 / 448 Pt. 2

Durkalini - PYRO THE PASTOR

Four50 - DRUNKEN STYLE

Devstacks - Scriptures

Earl Sweatshirt - VOIR DIRE

El Cousteau - Dirty Harry

Funny $money - Dont Talk 2 Much, Vol. 2 / Trap Money (w/ Trap Baby)

HavinMotion - Bang Music

J Billz - Streetz Hottest Young'n

Ju Swipin - #786FreeBro

L5 - Blood on switch st

Lil Gray - Swipe Renaissance

Lil Tony Official - TKEY / Chasin Pape deluxe (w/PCF Jaey)

Lilqua 50 - Only For The Fans

Los - War On Drugs 2

Lucille Ghatti - BLACK BALLED

ManMan Savage - For Players Only

Moh Baretta - Unorthodox

NBA YoungBoy - Don't Try This At Home

NeedNoName - All Off Backendz 2 Deluxe

Popstar Benny - University!

Raised Round Bosses - Ain't NuN Better Den A Cracking Phone Vol 2

Reace Sosa - Till I Touch The Ground Again

RealYungPhil - Victory Music

Reed - Downtown Chronicles

Rob Lee - Level Up

Rx Papi - Marlo

Rylo Rodriguez - Been One

SCY Jimm - Trench Baby / Highly Favored

Sérane - SGPM

Shaudy Kash - On The Yeah Side 2

Sideshow - DON’T JUST STAND THERE!

SparkHeem - Survivors Guilt

Starlito - LOVE DRUG

Subiibabii - Subiworld / swagg school / WEBB

Super Throwed Dave - Smacking Fire

Talinwya - BiRDMAN & Deluxe

Teeglazedit - The Blueprint

TrapKane - Free My Team

Tree - FREE TREE

Yung Threat - Se Grim Reaper

Valee - CAR TOONS

Vayda - breeze

Wiki - 14K Figaro

Contemporary : 

Lionel Marchetti - MÉANDRE(S)

Eva-Maria Houben - Toccata et Fuga (celebrating our disorientation)

Ayami Suzuki & Leo Okagawa - while it's warm

Graham Lambkin - No Better No Worse Vol 3

Stephen Yip - By Moonflowers

Jim O'Rourke - Steamroom 61

Atte Elias Kantonen - a path with a name

Natasha Barrett - Reconfiguring the Landscape

Action Pyramid & Jack Greenhalgh - Mardle: Daily Rhythms of a Pond

Véhicule - Aubusson

Antoine Beuger & Anastassis Philippakopoulos - floating by

Mordecoli - Château Mordécoly

Jana Winderen - The Blue Beyond

Kate Carr - on cabbages, salt, bacteria and transformations

MP Hopkins - Misting

Maddalena Comunale Massaro - La Religione Degli Insetti

Zizia - Genera

Sunik Kim - Potential

DDK Trio - A Right to Silence

Damon Smith, Louis Wall & NNN Cook - Fire Point

David Velez - Beta Vulgaris

Digital Beats :

Chuquimamani-Condori - DJ E

Ghost Notes Worldwide with billdifferen_ Funk Special mix 24/08/2023

Nidia - 95 MINDJERES

Tropa do Bruxo - Baile do Bruxo (DELUXE)

Dj Nigga Fox - Gás Natural 2 (Dedicação ao Nagrelha)

Nondi_ - Flood City Trax

Olof Dreijer - Rosa Rugosa EP

jaijiu - SET ULTRARRÁPIDO DE 10 MIN FUNK 260 BPM

DJ Manny - Hypnotized

Maryyx2 - Silent Noise (The Album)

Speaker Music - Techxodus

HiTech - DÉTWAT

Amal - PRESSURE

Emma DJ - g0drm2

DJ Smiley Bobby - Dhol Tasha Drum Exercises from Maharashtra

Dj Wesley Gonzaga - Antidepressivo

R’n’B:

Amaarae - Fountain Baby

Brent Faiyaz - Larger Than Life

Lucille Ghatti - Tears from a clown

Jim Legxacy - homeless n_gga pop music

Vontee the Singer - LOVERS & FRIENDS

Other stuff: 

John T. Gast - SINEAD MEMORY TAPE (2015)

Canva6 - Cco2

Model Home - endless spool / SMMR MMRY / 20 / JuJu MineField

Matana Roberts - Coin Coin Chapter Five_ In the garden

Nourished by Time - Erotic Probiotic 2

Jeff Tobias - Music from Milky Way Underground

Aprxel - tapetumlucidum_3

Fever Ray - Radical Romantics

Rắn Cạp Đuôi - *1

Sbatax - Spires

NewJeans - Get Up

Babsy Konate - Tounga

New old :

Black Rob - Life Story 2

Don Cherry & Jean Schwarz - Roundtrip (1977) (Live)

Hiroyuki Onogawa - August in the Water- Music for Film 1995-2005

Jon Hassell - Further Fictions [Rec. 1989]

Lil Kev - Lil Kev Mix 04-18-12 (Full Mixtape) (youtube)

Main Source - The Science

Primetime and Digga - PRIMETIME & DIGGA GREATEST HITS

Various Artists - Unruly Records Anthology - 1991-1995 (The Early Years)

[drvirgus]

The life you dreamed of

(Series)

Description: Y/n a K-pop Idol of the 5-Member Group Moonlight. But what happens when she falls in Love? How exactly is her life as an Idol and why did she become one?

Idol! Yeji X Idol! Reader

Warnings: Bullying and Suicide, curse words

Chapter 16:

Masterlist

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Noh Jeong-Yang: Do you not remember, or are you just pretending not to? Maybe the name Kim Wooyeon will jog your memory. Do you remember? You bullied her. Because of you... Because of you, she died! Want to know who I'm talking about? Then read until the end. It was June 2014. Kim Wooyeon had just entered middle school, and I can still vividly recall how she always laughed and smiled. But something was off. Again and again, she came to school with bruises, and her smile faded. She was being bullied. It wasn't uncommon for me to see Wooyeon searching for her clothes, books, shoes, or whatever else she had lost around the school. Eventually, I witnessed Wooyeon being beaten. She was blackmailed, beaten, and robbed. I genuinely tried to help her, to stand up against A. But A prevented that. I was never beaten or insulted by A, but A had chosen her victim, and that was Wooyeon. No one could help her. It went on like this for several months. Wooyeon became pale, and she could barely smile or cry. She took her own life. On December 31, 2014, Wooyeon jumped from the school roof. I wouldn't be shocked if A pushed her off.

kpofan: This is absolutely heart-wrenching. How can someone be so cruel to another human being, especially to the point where it leads to such a tragic outcome? My condolences to Kim Wooyeon's family. 😢 #StopBullying

Maria267: I can't believe this is happening in the K-pop world. Any guesses on which idol could be involved? I hope they face the consequences. 😢

I-mblind: I can't even begin to comprehend the pain and suffering that Kim Wooyeon must have endured. It's sickening that anyone could be so heartless to drive someone to such a desperate act. We need to stand up against bullying and create a safer environment for everyone. 💔

koreanzzz: Who could do something so awful to another person, let alone a young student like Kim Wooyeon? My heart breaks for her and her family. This is a stark reminder of the importance of kindness and empathy. #EndBullying

blackpink4life: OMG, this is so heartbreaking! Can't believe a K-pop idol could do something like this. Any guesses on who it might be? 💔

jinsArmy: Absolutely tragic. The K-pop world is supposed to be a family. Who do you think is the idol involved? I can't wrap my head around this. 😔

4thgenbch: Reading this article on a K-pop site is shocking. Who else is here trying to figure out who the idol might be? This is beyond sad. 😞

746: Speculation is running wild in the comments. Who could it be? The K-pop community needs answers. 😞

Noh Jeong-Yang: You want to know who it is? It's none other than Y/n L/n from Moonlight

moonlightlove: No way! Y/n from Moonlight? She's always seemed so sweet and kind. I can't believe she would be involved in something like this. 😱

Yunahims: I've always thought Y/n had a cold and distant vibe. Those who said she's sweet probably fell for her public image. This is really shocking. 😨

Jy-papi: I never trusted Y/n. Something about her always seemed off. Maybe this is the real her, and we've been fooled by her public image. 😕

4thgenbch: I never would have expected Y/n to be involved in something like this. She's always been so warm and approachable. Something doesn't add up. 🤔

kpofan: I never trusted Y/n. She gives off this vibe like she's not as nice as she appears on camera. It's disappointing, but not entirely unexpected. 🤷

Y/nnr1fan: I can't believe people are turning on Y/n. She's always been lovely in interviews and fan interactions. Maybe there's a misunderstanding or misinformation circulating. 🤨

mywaifuLia: Y/n always seemed a bit distant, to be honest. I wouldn't be shocked if there's some truth to these accusations. People can hide a lot behind a smile. 😔

Yeji'slover: Y/n having a 'resting bitch face' doesn't mean she's capable of something like this. Let's not jump to conclusions based on appearances. 😓

shipper_20: I refuse to believe Y/n would do something like this. She's always been gracious and kind to her fans. There has to be some mistake. 💔

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Smiling, I raised my hands. We had just returned from our fan meeting in Thailand. My hair was tied back in a ponytail, as usual. Like always, since we were at the airport, I was dressed in a hoodie and sweatpants, while the others next to me looked quite chic.

Hanni beside me chuckled as she glanced at my outfit once again, "Is there going to be another article about Y/n's terrible airport clothing?" she asked loudly enough for all of us to hear. I chuckled in response, "Hey, it only looks terrible because you all look so darn fancy," I replied, earning agreement from Yunjin.

However, my eyes widened as I noticed the reporters trying to bypass the security fence to get closer to us. Until now, they had been peaceful, asking a few questions about the fan event and the flight, and inquiring about any upcoming comebacks. But now, they seemed more aggressive, their voices getting louder, prompting the bodyguards to immediately take their positions.

"Y/n, have you ever bullied someone?"

"In middle school, did you hit anyone, Y/n?"

"Have you ever blackmailed others?"

"What do you have to say to the victim's family?"

"Why did you do it?"

My forehead furrowed in confusion, my mouth slightly agape. Bullying? Me? I glanced briefly at my members, who were just as bewildered as I was. I quickly looked back at the reporters, my arms lowering.

"Do you know someone named Kim Wooyeon? And are you familiar with Noh Jeong-Yang?"

My breath caught at the mention of the names. My eyes widened as I looked at the reporter. I didn't move. I just continued to stare at the reporter who uttered those names. My heart raced dramatically, but soon I felt one of the bodyguards touch my shoulder, urging me to follow my members.

My head hung low. My head pounded.

How... did they know those names?

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"What was that?" Hanni asked, visibly confused as her eyes now landed on me. However, I said nothing. I just continued to stare at my hands, rubbing them against my pants over and over again. It felt like I was suffocating.

"Who are Kim Wooyeon and Noh Jeong-yang?" Yuna asked, looking around. My hands twitched slightly as I replayed that question over and over again in my mind. Haewon and Yunjin looked at me. Haewon's expression remained blank, and Yunjin just gazed at me with concern.

"As if Y/n could bully someone? Sure, she likes to tease her friends, but bullying?" Yuna scoffed incredulously. I still didn't say a word. I just continued to rub my hands against my pants. My eyes widened as I noticed blood on my hands.

I panicked, gasping for air. My mouth opened. The car we had been sitting in all this time came to a stop. I quickly opened the door. Without waiting for my members or paying attention to them, I headed towards our dorms. Since I had my own key, I rushed into my room, leaving the front door open for the others.

There, I immediately took off my jacket. I tossed it carelessly onto my bed and took deep breaths. My breathing became erratic, coming out in short bursts from my mouth and nose. Pressing my back against the wall, I slowly slid down. Tears welled up in my eyes. I... was suffocating...

"Y/n?" I heard a soft voice from my bedroom door. A gentle knock followed shortly after. But I didn't even look at the door. I was still trying to control my breathing. "I'm fine. Just tired... Goodnight, Yunjin," I replied as casually as possible. Fortunately, the door was locked.

"Are you sure?" I heard a soft voice against my door. This time, I gasped for air, "Yes. Yes, everything's fine. Don't worry," I said, pulling my legs close to my body, wrapping my arms around them as I disappeared into the darkness of my room.

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Flashback

"Y/n," I heard someone say joyfully and turned around. My eyes almost closed on their own, as it was early in the morning, and I had been playing games all night. I saw a black-haired girl coming towards me. She was so fast that she almost knocked me down.

Annoyed, I removed her hand from my shoulder and sighed. I looked at the equally-sized person, "Just chill," I said yawning, making the girl of the same age laugh. "Chill? I should chill? Come on! We're finally in middle school. Besides, I convinced my mom to audition for JYPE!" the black-haired girl exclaimed.

My eyebrows raised, "What? Really? Your mom finally allowed it?" I asked, now appearing much more awake. Excitedly, I jumped up and down, holding her hands as I grinned widely. I nodded my head, "Ji-Eun Unnie also said she supports me," I said, grinning.

Wooyeon laughed joyfully. She also started jumping up and down, "We'll be the best. Me as a K-pop idol, and you as an actress," the black-haired girl said happily, a wide grin on her lips. "Well... I would prefer if we both become idols," she said a bit quieter, her foot starting to sway sweetly back and forth.

I chuckled amusedly, "God, no. Have you seen the hate idols get? They can't even breathe without receiving hate. I can't deal with that," I replied, causing Wooyeon to dramatically roll her eyes. She grabbed my hand, "Oh, come on. Just imagine if we end up in the same group? You can sing too," Wooyeon said, pouting slightly.

But I shook my head again, even using my index finger for emphasis, "Over my dead body. Besides, it's always been my dream to become an actress," I replied, and Wooyeon gave in. She grinned widely again, "Doesn't matter. At least we're in the same entertainment company," the same-aged girl said confidently. I snorted amusedly.

Together, we finally made our way to school and to our class. Unfortunately, Wooyeon and I were in different classes, so I escorted her to hers first. "Will you come to me during the break, or should I come to you?" I asked with a small smile on my face. I heard several people greeting me, so I smiled back and said hello.

Wooyeon smirked. Even though I looked unsympathetic, most people seemed to like my honesty. Wooyeon had been most afraid of that. That I would be treated as an outsider in our new school. But thankfully, this was not the case.

"Loser. Move out of the way," I heard someone say behind me. I saw Wooyeon start to twitch. She immediately took a step aside. But I turned to the person. My eyes slightly narrowed. I hesitated for a moment, but I saw exactly three people behind me. "What happened to saying hello? Can I please pass? Or hey, you're in the way. I'd like to get by," I said.

The taller woman looked at me astonished. Her forehead furrowed as she stared at me, baffled, for a few seconds. After that, I felt Wooyeon grab my arm and pull me to the side. The unfamiliar woman snorted annoyed but simply went into the classroom. My head turned to Wooyeon. Her face almost completely pale.

"Are you crazy? That's Noh Jeong-Yang," Wooyeon said. My eyebrows raised slightly. My face was now even more confused as I simply tilted my head sideways. I heard the same-aged girl tremble a bit, "Yeah. Her father... He's the school principal," Wooyeon said slightly panicked. But I just chuckled, "I don't give a damn. Even if she were the principal herself. You don't talk to others like that. Especially not to strangers."

End of Flashback

[nightmarebrigade]

A guide to hockey nicknames

It’s hockey season my friends, and as a true Canadian who’s spent the last little while glued to the WJC and watching the leafs get sniped day after day, I’ve obviously been thinking about hockey nicknames.

So naturally, I decided to create this little guide. Drop what your hockey nickname would be, I’d love to read them!

Most of the time your main nickname depends on your last name, but there are many nicknames based on first names too.

Most common nicknames based on last names are a shortened version of the name accompanied by an -Sey/ Sie, or a simple S or E

Examples:

Mitch Marner - Marns, Mitchy

Auston Matthews - Matty, Tony, Tone

Connor Bedard- Bedsey

Michael Bunting - Bunts

Alexander Kerfoot - footie

Brady Tkachuk - chucky

Brad Marchand - Marchy

Patrick Marleau - Patty

William Nylander - Willy

Last names may also be shortened and given an -Er

Examples:

Kristopher LeTang - Tanger

Joseph Woll- Woller

Brian Spencer - Spinner

Steven Stamkos - stammer

Alexander Steen - Steener

Sometimes nicknames will be a pun or a play on words related to your last name

Examples:

Jack Campbell - soupy

George Armstrong - chief

Derek Boogaard - boogie man

Francis Bouillon - the cube

Stu Grimson - grim reaper

Leo Labine - Lion

John madden - mad dog

Brad may - May Day

Mark Recchi - wrecking ball

Larry Robinson - big bird

Curtis Sanford - sandman

Rob schremp- cocktail schremp

Jason Spezza - spez-dispenser

Tim Thomas - the tank

Jesper fast - quickie

And other times a nickname can be completely unrelated to your name but has to do with something else

Examples:

Auston Matthews - Papi

Wade Belak - intimidator

Beau Bennett - sunshine

Dave Bolland - the rat, greyhound

David Williams - the tiger

Gary Unger - iron man

Christ Tierney - cobra

Scott stevens - captain crunch

Jason smith - gator

Happy hockey season and go team Canada! 🇨🇦

[loominggaia]

Cómo me imagino a algunos divinos cuando eran niños:

Titania: no se por qué, pero me la imagino como Melissa (es de una novela). Osea, una niña soñadora, que nunca pierde la esperanza aunque las cosas se pongan bien feas

Cerno: creo que sería un niño enérgico y juguetón, que admiraba mucho a su papá y quería ser como el cuando sea grande (cerno de 5 años: te quiero papi!. Padre: yo también, campeón)

Miliko: ese típico niño que a todos les caía mal, pero como que era el dueño de la escuela

Érasmos: un niño solitaria, que solo tenía amigas ninfas y que no se llevaba mucho con otros sátiros por sus deformidades

(Translated via Google Translate)

"How I imagine some divine ones when they were children: Titania: I don't know why, but I imagine her as Melissa (it's from a novel). I mean, a dreamy girl, who never loses hope even if things get really ugly. Cerno: I think he would be an energetic and playful child, who admired his dad a lot and wanted to be like him when he grew up (5 year old Cerno: I love you daddy! Father: me too, champion) Miliko: that typical kid that everyone disliked, but like he owned the school Erasmos: a lonely child, who only had nymph friends and who did not get along much with other satyrs due to their deformities."

Now that's an interesting thought! What were these divines like as children?

Melissa is a beautiful name for a beautiful elf like Titania, I think it fits her nicely. Personally I imagined her as a rather angry girl who felt helpless against the bad things happening in her life, hence why she went mad with power as an adult. But it makes sense that she would be dreamy too, because it's possible that she was always dreaming about how society could be better, and thinking about how she'd make it happen if only she had the power to change things. Once she became a divine...well, playing God turned out to be more complicated than she thought. It's sad to think she was once idealistic and hopeful, until ages of immortality eroded those qualities away. Now she's apathetic and sees no point in life anymore.

I feel the same way about Cerno as you, I also think he was once a playful and innocent child who admired his father more than anyone. He is another tragic case, where his experience as a divine completely changed him for the worse. Now he's reclusive and afraid of everyone, like a hunted animal. Even though he's thousands of years old, at heart he's still just a scared kid who misses his daddy and feels lost in the world.

You're right on the money with Miliko, he's been a shitty little diva since the day he was born. He has natural style and flair, but his beauty is only skin deep. I imagine most of his friends are fake, they just use him to advance their place in society. And Miliko doesn't care if his friends like him or not, as long as they kiss his ass and make him feel special.

Poor Erasmos, this is so accurate. Even the nymphs weren't very nice to him sometimes. I mean, they named him "Gnarl" because apparently his face looked like gnarled wood. That's pretty harsh...but at least they didn't try to kill him, which is what other satyrs did when they encountered him. Erasmos was laughed at and bullied out of revels. He was shunned from society because of his face, and over time this robbed him of all his confidence and faith in other people. His personality turned nasty. He hid away from others. And of course, when he tried to forge his own monster sex slaves friends, that ended up backfiring on him and making everything worse. This dude never stood a chance at life.

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[captainstressed]

so much happened in todays episode so im just going to lay out my overall thoughts below the cut.

i cannot explain how happy i was to see so much of will! jj/will working together? please lets have more of this next season.

for a hot minute i thought tyler was actually working for sicarius and i might have lost my mind.

but it begs the question, has he been using pg this whole time so he could get info on sicarius to take him down.

🍅🍅 at rebecca tbh. later on in the episode when tara’s hands were shaking and rebecca took her hand? beautiful. stunning. but don’t fuck with my girls heart after you just told her you were leaving.

the old jokes at dave. funny? yes. but also, this is ssa papi, let’s give our guy the respect he deserves.

did anyone else die from second hand embarrassment when garica’s/tyler’s voicemail got played to the entire team? god, i wanted to crawl out of my skin.

luke confronting pg? get. in. there. 👏 thank you writers for finally giving this man his time on the soapbox.

pg telling him all about her escapades with tyler? (please see above statement regarding second hand embarrassment death) his obvious discomfort hearing about it but she continues anyway?

THE FLASHBACKS? most importantly. THE GARVEZ DATE?

robbed. absolute garbage. copout. 

the writers are completely shitting on garcia as a character and turning her from the most loved to one of the most detested. it sucks. theres only one episode left and i really don’t know how they're going to fix it whilst also trying up the rest of the lose ends.

[ppg-villains-defense-lawyer]

PPG Fanfic: Sins Of My Youth

Chapter 16: The Things We Love Most...

Rating: T

Genre: Drama/Angst/Friendship

Characters: Ace, Snake, Lil Arturo, Big Billy, Bubbles, Blossom, Buttercup, Him, Sedusa

Pairings: Past Ace/Sedusa, Past Ace/Snake, but not the focus

Story Summary: The gang, now in their early 20's, have moved up in the world. Now with their own apartment, jobs, and (mostly) law-abiding lifestyle, you might even say they're redeemed. But, not all is as it seems.

As Ace grows to resent his boring, minimum-wage life and his grudge against those who put him there increases, he makes a decision that could change his and his friends' lives forever.

Chapter Summary: Bubbles and Buttercup discover Mitch Mitchelson is missing. Meanwhile, Ace and Snake are confronted by Macho, and Mojo plots his next move. 

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"A-Ace and Snake left us?" Billy asked, his eyes starting to water.

"No, of course they didn't man," Arturo assured Billy, patting him on the shoulder. His eyes narrowed at his father. "They didn't."

"Look at the facts Mijo," his father said. "They clearly have something they're hiding. You saw those red splatters on their clothes when they came back from robbing that house. Those were blood stains if I ever saw them."

"I…" Arturo trailed off. He had a bad feeling when he saw the state Ace and Snake came back in, and when they got evasive with the questions he and his father asked them, he knew something bad happened.

"There's probably a good explanation for it," he said. "Seriously Papi, you don't know them like I do. Ace is like the big brother I never had, and Snake is the most loyal guy I've ever met. They wouldn't ditch us. Besides," Arturo walked over to the small coat closet right by the door where they were keeping the money. "If they were really gonna leave, wouldn't they have taken the rest of the money with them-"

He paused when he saw that the closet was empty.

"It's… gone."