#pl v pw

[gorillaxyz]

AAAHHHH AAAAAAHHHH AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH i know she only calls him nick bc larry did first BUT OH MY GOD MAYA CALLS HIM NICK THE MOST OUT OF ANYONE EVER AND HE JUST ASKED TRUCY TO CALL HIM "NICK" NOT "PHOENIX" OR ANYTHING... NICK 😢😢😢😢😢😢 NIIIIIIIICCCKKKKKKK

[wokasho]

HER HEAD SNAPPED BACK up when his hand gently brushed against hers, the touch grounding and immediately pulling her back from the spiral of thoughts that threatened to submerge her. Naruto's voice and blue eyes soothed her aching heart, giving her a sense of comfort and peace that reminded her she was safe.

❝I KNOW HE'S NOT A REGULAR shinobi, neither of you are.❞ there was the hint of a smile ghosting over her lips, a fragile attempt at lighting the mood before it was gone —her visage once again serious and tired, emerald eyes looking down at their hands —was it her impression or did her hand look paler than it used to? ❝Did you know I felt him killing me more than just once?❞ Her prompt question was fired almost as an afterthought, an attempt to keep the silence away lest it consumed her. Pink eyebrows knitted together as Sakura turned her palm upwards to touch his hand, not really seeing what she was doing, but seeking the comfort of his warmth nonetheless. ❝I can still feel it. Sometimes I wake up at night and I expect to see blood on my chest.❞

STRANGE HOW DESPITE THE difficulty of uttering those words, once they were out, she felt relieved. Sakura imagined this kind of feeling was what some people felt when they confessed their crimes. And while the comparison was surely a ridiculous one —she had not done anything wrong, for starters— that was how she felt: like she had failed. She should have been stronger!

❝THE TRUTH IS I DON'T KNOW what to do to heal faster. This whole "take-some-time-to-rest" isn't working for me. I feel awful knowing I could be at the hospital helping people but I'm not! And the worst is that Sasuke...❞ Her voice broke, a mixture of shame and anger —both at him and herself— grabbed her by the throat and seemed to prevent the words from spilling, suffocating her from within. ❝I had wanted to bring him home, I even made you promise me you'd bring him home! I was such a fool!❞ Her hands balled up in fists, jaw clenching as she fought back tears, ❝I don't want to, but... but sometimes I regret ever wishing to bring him back. I wish... I wish I could hurt him the way he hurt me!❞

The atmosphere changed the second Sakura sighed. Naruto felt his spine pulled straight, forcing him to sit up as he focused. He remained surprisingly silent while Sakura explained her current situation. Every time the urge to interrupt surged, he pinched himself. Not the time to fuck around, especially when one of his best friends looked so worn down.

After a moment of silence he breaks it, reaching out a hand across the table to direct her attention toward him.

"You're not doing nothing." Are his first set of words, firm and pointed. His hope being that she'd let that sink in." Sakura-chan, Granny is makin' sure you're doing okay. Which...sounds like you're not. Don't ya gotta take care of yourself before helpin' others?" He didn't want it come out so bluntly, but his mouth worked faster than his mind.

"As for what Sasuke did, sounds like you're downplaying it." He leaned forward, blue eyes intense. "Sakura-chan, that bastard isn't..." His gaze dropped. It took several seconds for Naruto pick up his train of thought again. "What I'm tryin' to say is Sasuke isn't just any regular shinobi. He's a strong bastard. Those illusions are meant to feel real, even though they aren't. I mean his eyes are like a specialty for genjutsu right? Don't...stop down playing it."

[youronlydrpepper]

Genuinely forgot to post these shitposts

Made these after I played the PL v PW game

✨🎩👈

[angelskills]

can we please have a college au! Suguru who takes interest in a girl from a different department and he keeps trying to find her and talk more but she doesnt let it? Or disappears for weeks together untul he next sees her?

a/n: omg this is so creative?! i haven't tried writing a suguru fanfic ever, so this will be a challenge, and i love challenges :D, thank you so much for the request! if you want something else, pls lmk, also thank you sm for 200+ likes on my last post, also, i kind of switch the names between geto and suguru, and gojo and satoru. this may not be the best fanfic but if you want something else, pls pls request, i want to write something that you actually want :)) !

Out of Reach

warnings: pw/p(p0rn with plot), tipsy sex, he doesnt pull out (birth control dw), clit stimulation, p in v, vaginal fingering

credits: @hopelesslygaysstuff for the 18+ header

characters: you, Shoko, gojo, geto,

intro: geto notices you for the first time in the library while he is with his friends

Geto had his eyes on you for a long, long time. But, you never noticed. He always tried to find you around campus and talk to you. But, he never could. Geto first noticed you at the library when he was with Gojo. You happened to be with Shoko, who is one of his close friends.

Something about you really stood out to him. He never really knew why, but he took an interest in you. He is lazy, but he would chase you around the campus to try and catch up to you, but it never really worked out. You both had different majors, meaning you would be in different departments. He majored in humanities while you majored in computer science.

Geto thought about you all day long, he didn't want to but couldn't stop thinking about you. You were pretty, with a cute smile, and you were smart. How did Geto know? Well, he may or may not have texted Shoko about you. He lays in bed every night, hoping to get the chance to talk to you one day.

That man was so happy. He actually started smiling when Shoko told him you would be at Gojo's party in his apartment. He was excited to finally be able to have a proper conversation with you that doesn't have him running around campus, slipping like 10 times to catch up to you. Who knows why he was so crazy about you?

It was finally Friday night. Geto always hangs out at Gojo's house and helps prepare the drinks and food whenever there is a party. Geto was yapping on and on about you and how it's so hard to talk to you as he was laying out the plastic plates on the table and ordering the food. Gojo was so annoyed with that man, "Just get her number and text her, dude."

Geto seems like an overall confident person, but when it came to you, he was nervous, he didn't wanna make a weird first impression. "You don't get it." He sighed, sitting on the sofa, "You think she might like me?"

"No, fuck no." Gojo laughed, "You're scared to even approach her, pussy."

"I try to catch up to her."

"Try harder."

Geto rolled his eyes and cussed under his breath. But, it was the truth. He was trying, of course. But whenever he caught up to you, he would chicken out and just, not.

Gojo heard a knock on his door. They both looked at each other and looked at the clock, it wasn't time for the party yet.

Well, guess it was.

He opened the door and saw a bunch of his classmates and friends just come in with bottles of vodka and tequila. Screaming and singing. More and more people came in. You could say almost the entirety of the college students were there, except you and Shoko. G

Geto was in a corner while Gojo had girls all over him. He kept on texting Shoko and spamming her to get here faster.

Meanwhile you and Shoko...

"Hurry up, Y/N, please!" Shoko whined, lying down on the couch, replying to Geto's text.

"Sorry, wait!" You yelled from the bathroom, applying mascara on your lashes.

You wore a cheetah print top with flared jeans and a rhinestone belt. You brushed your hair, thinking about the party, obviously you know Gojo, he's really popular afterall. He was always with this guy. Tall, muscular, and he looked tired all the time. You finally finished getting ready, putting on your necklace and earrings and stepped out of the bathroom.

Shoko complimented you and you guys took a few pictures together. You both put on your shoes and legit rushed out. Trying to find a cab to get to Gojo's place. You were excited, because this was your first ever party, especially in college. Even though you're a sophomore, you avoided parties a lot because you focused on your grades too much. After becoming friends with Shoko, you let loose a bit and finally agreed to go to a party.

Shoko was talking about Geto as you both got in the cab and you couldn't recognize his name. She showed you a picture and you finally realized that was the Geto Shoko was always talking about. You couldn't even deny it, that man was fine, but you didn't say anything.

After a while of asking Shoko for more pictures of Geto and staring at his pictures as if he were the most beautiful man ever, you finally reached Gojo's place. You and Shoko got out of the car, and you were out here taking deep breaths because you were nervous about the party. As you both walked towards Gojo's door, Shoko was reassuring you that everything would be fine and parties weren't that big of a deal.

The door was open, damn. That man was really fearless.

You walked in with Shoko, astounded by how big Gojo's apartment really was. Geto noticed you and Shoko, letting out a sigh of relief because truly, he was worried sick thinking YOU(not Shoko) got in an accident and died. He finished his glass of beer and started walking towards you. Then, Shoko dragged you off to somewhere else, giving you a tour of Gojo's apartment. Geto clenched his fists, muttering out a bunch of fuck you's to Shoko.

Geto finally managed to catch up to you and Shoko, finding you guys hanging with Satoru. You looked at Geto, finally realizing that man was even finer in real life. You gave him a warm smile, before turning back to Gojo.

Geto's face nearly turned red. Did you just smile at him? He couldn't believe it.

"Hear me out, let's play beer pong." Satoru smirked, setting up the plastic cups. It was an upside-down triangle laid on the table.

You looked at Shoko, nodded, and helped pour the beer into the plastic.

You guys played beer pong for a while, switching some of the cups with beer and then tequila and vodka.

Satoru and Shoko were drunk as fuck and out like a light, you and Geto were only a bit tipsy because you both were actually good at the game and meanwhile, Gojo and Shoko sucked ass with their angles.

It was like, 3 a.m., and Satoru and Shoko were still out. You and Geto were sitting on the couch, talking and he confessed about how he always chased you around campus and tried to talk to you, but he always chickened out. You laughed at that, but on the inside, you were screaming. A man, like him, took an interest, in YOU? You talked about how you kept begging Shoko for pictures of him because you thought he was so cute.

There was some tension between you two. You both basically just confessed your feelings at this point. You laughed it out, trying your best not to create awkwardness between you two.

But, he didn't care. Whether it was awkward or not, all he cared was being there with you. Just you being present makes him happy.

He put his hand on your cheek, getting closer to your face, making sure you're comfortable before pulling you into a deep kiss.

You didn't know how it got to this point. From you and Geto laughing at each other, to a bit of making out, and then to you being carried to the guest bed.

He placed you on the bed gently, pulling you into a kiss as his fingers ran down your chest to your waistband, slowly pulling your jeans off. Your heart was beating out of your chest. All of this happened in a flash. He slid your top up so your bra would be exposed. You could feel the dampness in your panties from just seeing him like this. He kissed down your neck to your stomach. His hand slid under your panties, slowly rubbing small circles on your clit. You bucked your hips, trying to squirm away but his hand on your waist kept you in place.

He inserted a finger inside you, catching you off guard. You arched your back slightly, your body squirming as you let out noises. To him, your voice was like a melody, let alone noises. He wanted to get more out of you. He slid another finger in, your wetness making it easier for him. His fingers were so thick, you were almost scared about what his dick would feel like. His fingers curled right against your g-spot, you let out a loud moan, your toes curling as you gripped his shoulder, "S-suguru..." you whimpered. He swore he almost came in his pants after hearing you whimper his name like that. He pulled out his fingers, sliding your panties off.

He inserted his fingers right back inside of your hole. Stretching you out to make you prepared. You gulped as you shut your eyes, moaning as his fingers hit your sweet spot every time he pulled his fingers in and out. He unzipped his pants with his free hand, pulling down his boxers and lining his member to your entrance.

You almost screamed when you saw how long it was. You weren't even sure if it could fit or not. "Say the safeword when you want me to stop, green." He said as he slid his length inside of you, trying his best to be gentle but your pussy felt so good around his dick, he had to hold himself back from cumming right there.

You moaned, "Hngh... s-suguru... please...". He looked you in the eyes, "Please what?" He smirked, his fingers crawled to your clit.

You buried your head in his shoulder, "S-start moving, please." you gulped, you felt so full you thought you would just pass out if he started moving. From this moment on, he loved seeing you be shy in bed, he thought it was so cute especially since it was, you.

His hand grabbed your waist to keep you in place as he started thrusting inside of you. His free hand rubbed small fast circles on your clit, making your eyes roll back from the overwhelming pleasure. His dick hitting your sweet spot and him rubbing your clit at the same time.

"T-too much, too much!" You whined, throwing your back as you felt your orgasm coming. Your hands wrapped around Suguru's neck. It was almost impossible to keep yourself quiet and you were almost screaming but he wasn't complaining at all.

Within minutes, you milked his cock, creating a ring around it. Your pussy clenched around Suguru's cock, "H-holy shit", he groaned. Your toes curled as he sped up his pace, his thick cock kissing your cervix with each thrusts. After a few moments, he filled you with his cum to the brim, painting your walls white as thick ropes of cum spurted out.

He pulled out as he collapsed onto you, but making sure he doesn't put all of his weight. You put your hand on his cheek, smiling before giving him a kiss.

After a few moments, he picked you up to carry you to the shower, helping you clean up.

The very next day, you couldn't even walk.

[anyalovesu]

we're not saints at all.

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necessary reminders :

contains 🔞🔞🔞 minors dni

🔞 is not pw authenticated , read at your own discretion

( cw : cunnilingus , p in v , technically unprotected sex but both of them are established to be clean and jas has an iud , breeding kink lol )

mdni pls pls pls pls

also not beta read im having problems with tumblr rn ( my wifi is refusing to load images on my tumblr app rn , if u know how to fix this hmu pls im literally going to lose my mind alr )

୨୧ continue here ( tobi and jas' conversation )

“You know what, when I have a kid one day I’m going to bring her shopping everytime,” Jas blurts out as they stroll through the department store looking for a dress to wear for the event and whatever piques their eyes.

“The kid will get mad at you, kasi paikot ikot ka,” Tobi laughed at her. “Hindi ka natatapos mamili ng kung ano ano.”

“Para namang natatapos ka?” Jas rolled her eyes at him, gripping Bianca’s hand on one and the other holding Tobias’.

“You guys are talking about kids na?” Curiosity got the best of Bianca as she blurted out the question, glancing over at her brother as they walked. 

“Why? Are you not ready to be an aunt pa?” Tobi asked softly, knowing all too well that even if it’s Jas that he has to convince to not have children yet, he would definitely put it on hold if Bianca wasn’t ready for it. She was his world too, after all. 

“Not that,” Bianca deflects. “Nakakagulat lang. Nanliligaw ka palang nasa anakan phase na agad ang conversations n’yo. Does Ate Jas even want to be a mom na?

Tobi raises his eyebrows at Jas, who seemed to be deep in thought about the sudden surge of questions. Tobi has heard her ask for his kids multiple times in bed but it was never brought up to conversation out of bed. It wasn’t brought up either because with their set up before, it was not ideal to make that kind of plan for the future.

Jas nodded, purposefully. The answer is always yes. She’s not afraid to admit that. Though admittedly it’s still too early for her to be having children—with her career just starting to thrive, it would be a hindrance to her abilities as a mother to balance all that. She wasn’t as skilled in time-management as her own mother was, after all. But yes, she did want to be a mother. Raise a kid with her best friends like she was with her mom and her Tita Philomena raising her and Alistair back then. Despite being an only child, she never really felt like she was alone… even when her mom’s job got too demanding sometimes. She wanted her kids to have that kind of life too.

“Not now,” she chuckled. “Hindi ngayon syempre. Lagot tayo kay Mama Honey if I end up pregnant and unmarried. Sasakalin ako noon. But it’s on the list.”

“How many kids do you want, Kuya?”

“As many as your Ate Jas wants,” he shrugged. “Hindi naman ako ang magdadala at maglalabas. That’s a question for someone who’s willing to bring life to the world.”

“I want a lot of pamangkins,” Bia chimes happily as she walks over a white baby dress. “I wanna dress them up like Ate Eli did with me when I was a kid. Gotta make sure wala silang dugyot era.”

“Sino may sabi sa’yo wala kang dugyot era?” Tobi joked. “Alam kong tinago mo sa kwarto lahat ng picture mo noong mukha ka pang sipon na tinubuan ng bata. Swerte ka walang backup noon si Elijah.”

“Anyway, I want many pamangkins,” she smiled. “It would be nice to see you finally settle down.”

Bianca wasn’t one to show affection all the time. The closest most people got to Bianca’s affection was her inflicting her chaos on them, like her very chaotic friendship with Cielo Yang. Despite being seen bickering, the two have been known to stand by each other’s sides in crisis—by crisis whenever Cielo Yang finds himself in a situation with fair-weathered friends who only stuck around for the sound of being friends with him. He is, after all, well-connected and well known in the school for being Elijah Yang’s little brother. Best believe Bianca blackmailed her way into making those kids leave Cielo alone despite her being 2 years younger than he was.

Hugs were never the Park family got used to. Maybe occasionally whenever Elijah was around, but on their own, Bianca could not remember the last time she saw her family have one good cuddle. Everyone has always been busy with their own thing. She was lucky to be around her brothers in the absence of their parents but that was it. 

This is why the thought of her brothers, finally being with someone who is clingy, always wants to be with him, always wants a hug—warms her insides. She’s seen the good it has done for Leon, she’s glad to finally see it with Tobi. Jacynthe is good for Tobi. She always called it.

“We’re gonna have many kids para marami kang aalagaan,” Jas chuckled at her. While it may seem like an empty promise now, she was sure that it’s going to be Tobi that she’ll have a family with. No one else. 

If it’s not with him Tobi she’d rather die alone—which is a bold statement to make. But she was sure of it. She will make it work. She will not fumble. She’s going to birth children with his DNA whatever it may take.

“We should start doing that then,” Tobi playfully whispers in her ear, arm snaking around her waist as he does so.

“Keep it in your pants, Louis,” she hissed at him, jokingly slapping his abdomen, making him double over while he laughed. “You promised ha!”

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“Hindi sasabay si Tita?” Tobi asked as he took Jas’ suitcase that she was lugging towards his car.

“Yeah, Sunday morning na raw s’ya magdrive to Isabela,” she smiled at him, pressing a soft kiss on his cheek as he carried her luggage up the trunk of his car. 

It was Saturday evening when they decided to drive so that they would have more time to prepare for the party. Jas ended up just buying a new iPad for Isolde after consulting with Hailee and finding out that she will be taking up a pre-med course for college and will be needing a new one to replace her old outdated iPad.

“I have you all to myself then?” pabirong ngumisi si Tobi sa kanya kaya naman agad itong nahampas ni Jas. 

“Gabi na!”

“Better! Walang masyadong makakapansin!”

“At least wait until nasa hotel na tayo!” Jas argued with him. Tobi was only teasing, she knew that. He never forced her into anything she wasn’t comfortable with anyway. Sure he can be persistent with the other things, but anything that comes remotely close to their sex life, was a solid boundary if ever Jas says no.

“You’d be too tired sa byahe,” he smiled at him, eyes disappearing as he did before planting a soft kiss on her forehead. “I was just joking naman.”

Car rides were never quiet with Jas and Tobi. Jas was playing their demos on the car sound system, trying to rewrite some lyrics and occasionally recording more clips whenever they thought of a better lyric to replace it. Tobi used to think they did that for work whenever he would drive her home after hooking up back then. Doing it now seemed more… intimate—like he was finally baring the meanings to the songs he wrote and why he wrote them while simultaneously rewording and adding more words to the poetry they’ve produced.

At ‘wag kang bibitaw, ‘wag kang mawawala

Oh aking dinadala ang bawat piyesa ng ikaw

Anong gagawin kung wala ka?

“Were you really that hurt when you heard I was leaving?” Jas blurted out as she felt a squeeze in her chest as the last post-bridge of the song that they just finished the demo for this morning rolled out. She has been feeling that anguish ever since she first heard him record the few lines that he wrote for the song this morning.

Tobi nodded while still keeping his eyes on the road. He didn’t want to feel that way again. But it had to be talked about. What happened before they made up was still left untalked about which was concerning to say the least but it is a relief that she brought it up now.

“Lovey?”

“I was more scared than hurt,” he sighed. “It was happening all so sudden. I haven’t been serious with anyone before you came along and it wasn’t supposed to end up that way. I was so hurt with what Kashi did to me back then na akala ko hindi ko na kaya magmahal uli. So when I heard she was coming back I made the most idiotic decision to meet with her to see if I still felt that. But it only led me to realize that Kashi can never make me feel like you do.”

“Hard?”

“Down bad in love, pretty,” he snorted, correcting him as he reached for her hand, bringing it to his lips to kiss her knuckles. “Ang bobo na I needed an ex to make me realize that but then I heard that you will be moving to LA for Hyacinth—goddamn, I almost lost my mind, Jas. I thought it was pointless and I wasn’t going to be able to make it up to you for my idiocy. I was so fucking scared that I wasn’t going to see you again that I texted my mom and begged her to help me.”

“She did mention that,” she chuckled at him. 

“She did a great job convincing you, thank god—”

“She didn’t have to convince me, lovey,” she smiled softly, warming his cold hands with both of hers. “I mean of course I wanted to throw myself out from the Peak’s deck, but if anything your mom really just made it easy for me to admit that I was just as stupidly in love with you. Ang corny pakinggan which is so off-brand for the both of us, but yeah. Stupid is the right word, I think.”

“The mere thought that you fucked up and I was losing you made me want to rot in bed back in New York,” Jas continued. “Jusko! Pinipigilan na ako ni Khloe na magsulat kasi hindi na daw n’ya kayang marinig yung linyang ‘anong gagawin kung wala ka’. Ang tanga tanga daw pakingan kasi nakaya ko naman ng wala ka but the thing about that was you make life easier for me and I don’t think you even notice that.”

“I don’t think I do, pretty,” he smiled.

“Normally, hindi ako papayag agad na pumunta ng Isabela if it’s not for something really important. I mean, yes, Isolde is important to me—but I’ve been absent on almost all of her birthdays, it wouldn’t matter to her that much if I’m not there because she knew I was busy. But the thought that you will be there too makes me feel better about going there. Kasi I know I won’t be isolated. Hindi ko masyado mararamdaman na ako ‘yung pinsan doon na alam ng lahat kung sino pero hindi naman nila talaga kilala,” Jas explained as she looked at the window, watching as the tiny droplets from the light showers a while ago make lines on the glass pane as the car moved. Tobi could not help but glimpse and see the sparkle in her eyes that he cursed himself for dulling in the past weeks that came before. As much as he wanted to keep watching her, he had to tear his eyes away from her and bring his eye back on the road, trying to focus on it instead of the goddess divine that was yapping his ears out right now.

୨୧ continue here ( tobi and jas' tweets )

Jacynthe stirred awake as the warm sunlight from the glassdoor of the balcony greeted her, though it was not without noticing that the other side of the bed which was empty when she fell asleep was empty once again. If not for the disheveled sheets and Tobi’s lingering warmth on his side of the bed, Jas could easily think that Tobi had run away from her last night and never slept next to her at all. 

Rolling over her side of the bed’s nightstand she reaches for her phone to call him to ask where he was, to which she was surprised to find out that he had left his phone behind. Why would he even leave her like that? Is he avoiding her? He didn’t want to go to bed with her last night and was taking too long in the bath and now she’s waking up to an empty side of the bed with him nowhere to be found. Maybe he doesn’t want to be bothered?

Jas finally decides that maybe it was all in her head and dragged herself to the bathroom to get ready. She was told that their room was in between Hailee and Isolde’s and her grandparents’ respective rooms. But at this hour, Hailee is probably out working out and Isolde would probably still be getting her beauty sleep. Alright. If Tobi does not want to be bothered then she should make an effort not to. Off to her grandparents’ hotel room she was, but before she could even open the door, it swung itself open, revealing a bright eyed Tobias with a paper bag on one hand and the other holding up a carton of coffees. 

“Ay ang aga mo naman gumising,” Tobi chuckled at him as Jas swiftly moved to the side to immediately to let her suitor in and closing the door after him.

Tobias would be too dense to not see the expression on Jacynthe’s face. She was a morning person, he swore that nothing made this woman happier than a little sunlight in the morning. The only reason he thought he’d be able to get away with buying coffee so early in the morning was the fact that they arrived so late last night and thought that she would want to sleep in. The way her eyebrows were almost touching was enough evidence that someone was indeed upset that she woke up alone this morning.

“I called for room service kaninang umaga, their coffee is shit,” he explains softly as soon as he sets their breakfast on the table, walking over to Jas to properly apologize for leaving so early. “Baka samaan ka lang ng sikmura.”

“I’m sorry for leaving you alone in bed, pretty,” he hummed before pushing her chin up with his index finger to make her look at him. “Bumili lang ako ng almusal natin. Sorry po.”

He was too cute to stay mad at but incredibly hot in the broad daylight with his dry-fit shirt and sweatpants that he most probably slept in last night. God. She could already feel it pooling between her legs as she feels her knees weaken at the sight of his face apologizing to her like that. It didn’t help at all that she was sexually frustrated from not getting it last night.

Jas couldn’t give two more fucks about their food turning cold. If she does not get fucked in this very moment she might as well just die, it would make no difference. Thus, in a blink of an eye Jas’ lips were on his. Tobi does not hesitate to kiss back as Jas guides him to walk backwards to the bed, his knees hitting the edge as he falls on his butt, breaking the kiss as he does.

“Pretty, your grandparents are in the next room,” he pants, as he tries to slow down Jas from taking his clothes off.

“Do I look like I care about that right now? I’m literally 25,” she rolls her eyes at him, which in truth annoyed Tobi that she’s getting that attitude out of nowhere. But it did not bother her in the very least that Tobi was showing disdain for her attitude, she knew what she wanted and she was desperate for it. 

“Please, remove this na, lovey,” Jas lets out a quiet whine, understanding that Tobi was only worried of her grandparents hearing, especially now that they are very much aware that they aren’t technically officially together yet. “I’ll be quiet, lovely, please.”

“Work for it then,” Tobi raises a brow at her, as if challenging her to do the work herself if she wanted it so badly. Jokes on him though because Jacynthe doesn’t turn down a good challenge, especially now that it’s going to benefit anyway.

Jas takes no time tugging his shirt off and helping him out of his pants as Tobi watches her intently, taking off her silk button up pajamas and shorts that leaves barely anything to the imagination. 

Tobi then reaches for her body to pull her close to him, watching at the cold breeze from the hotel air conditioning hardened her nipples. “Let me prep you first, hmm?”

“No need na—”

“Ah, no,” Tobi refuses, standing up as he places soft but domineering kisses on his girl’s lips before maneuvering her down to where he was previously seated, spreading her legs and throwing them on both of his shoulders as he kneels before the glory sitting before him. “Always need to prep my pretty little hole, right?” he says, leaving teasing kisses on her thighs slowly working his way to her inner thighs before finally lapping at her already sopping wet cunt. 

“Shit, Louis–” Jas accidentally moans a little too loud as soon as she felt his warm tongue licking a long strip up to her bundle of nerves, his finger separating her folds to allow him more access but he stops as soon as he does so, glancing at the beauty beneath him, propped up on her elbows already panting heavily from such little actions.

“I will stop if you keep on moaning that loud,” he calls intently, as if warning her. The younger one knows better than to test him because he will in fact stop if she does. “Understand, pretty?” He asks, just as the same time he prods a finger in her making her purse her lips tightly into a thin line, eyes shutting as she holds back a whine. Jas nods, trying to avoid making as much noise as she could.

“Say it, pretty,” he orders sternly before going back to sucking on her sensitive nub. 

“Yes, I understand, lovey,” she whines pathetically, trying to keep her voice as low as possible. 

“Good girl,” he hums against her, sending vibrations through her body making her hold back another whine and trying as she might to mask it with slow breaths through her nose to avoid making any more noise.

Tobi continues to flick her nub with his tongue while his finger—now fingers as he already has two curling up to his g-spot, making Jas buck her hips against Tobi’s mouth, sending even more waves of pleasure to her entire body as she does so.

“God–ah–fucking damn it, Tobi, I’m so close,” she whines as she her arms gave out leaving her sprawled on the bed clutching the sheets on the unmade bed as her legs shake around Tobi’s head. “Don’t stop, lovey, please—”

“Hmm?” Tobi hums as he tears himself away, still convinced that Jacynthe has to work for her orgasm this time. 

“Lovey!” Jacynthe cries, tears now freely streaming from her eyes down to her ears as her orgasm was torn away from her just seconds before it does. “Ang sama ng ugali…” 

Tobi could not help but chuckle at how helplessly and sexually frustrated she was because she still managed to pull herself up and help him settle on the bed through her tears. 

He was now propped on the bed, back resting against the bed’s headboard while Jas hovered over him, looking at him as if begging that he does the work. Unfortunately, she brought this upon herself and Tobi was determined to let her have the experience. 

“Careful, pretty,” he says as he grabs on to her thighs, carefully guiding her as she aligns his girth to her cunt. 

“Yeah, I should—I’m about to fucking impale myself with your dick,” she spats angrily, clearly upset that Tobi, someone who’s more than capable of making her cum right then and there just decided that he wasn’t going to let her do so. “I should be careful!”

“Watch that pretty mouth, pretty girl,” he smirks as he eases himself into her, trying not to go too hard just yet.

Tobi wastes no time as he guides Jas down to his lap, his cock fully sheathed inside of her like, fitting like a glove. “Fuck, Tobi,” she whines against his neck as she clings to him, overwhelmed with the pleasure from being full of her suitor’s cock. 

“You promised to be quiet, pretty,” he chuckles. “Now be quiet and move.”

Biting her lower lip as a terrible attempt to keep her moans in, Jas does what she had to do. Lifting her body up before dropping back down, feeling his length touch her cervix as she does. “Shit, pretty,” he hums against her chest, hands moving to take one of her breasts to his mouth, tongue playing around her already hardened nipple as the other hand toyed with the other. 

The euphoria consumes Jas as she bounced on him relentlessly. 

“Ang bait bait mo pa sa harap ng lolo mo kagabi tapos nakakandong ka sa akin ngayon?” she blushes from the embarrassment at what he just had said. They were greeted last night despite it being incredibly late by her grandparents. Jas was seemed like the innocent little sweetheart that her grandparents seemed to be used to—here she is now though, “Fucking yourself with my cock? So dirty, Jacynthe.”

“Not my fault you’re like so fucking hot, you son of a bitch,” she retaliates.

“Also not my fault you’re like a bitch in heat, humping my cock, pretty,” his condescending smirk almost pushes Jas to the edge as he grabs on to her ass and helps her go faster and harder on his cock. The sound of skin slapping and panting filled the room, one could only hope no one suspects a thing on whatever the fuck is happening inside their hotel room right now. “That’s what you are right? Prinsesang prinsesa ka pa naman dito sa Isabela. Ano nalang ang iisipin nila kapag nalaman nilang ayaw mo magpakain kanina dahil kastang kasta ka na? Hmm?”

“Fuck, lovey, I’m close,” Jas whimpers quietly to his ear, tears flowing down her face once again as Tobi began fucking up to her, holding her hips up as she clings to his neck, sobbing from the overwhelming pleasure that was shooting continuously up her body. 

“I know—shit,” he hums, “Squeezing me so good, pretty. Keep doing that.”

“Where do you want it, pretty?” he asks, hand reaching to grab her face make her look at him as they both neared their highs. 

“Inside, lovey—fuck—cum inside, please, please—”

“Want lovey’s cum inside you, pretty?” he coos condescendingly before he pulls her to place a kiss on her lips, which she returns immediately, lips parting slightly to allow him more access to her mouth. 

“I’m…” Jas mumbles in between a pant and a sob as she falls completely limp against the older as soon as she feels the wave crashing over the grave that she had just dug for herself. Tobi came not long after, leaving them both spent.

By the time they were done, the sun was already shining too bright. It would not be long before her family starts looking for her so as soon as her breathing calmed down, Tobi carefully pulled himself out of her and got up, making Jas whine at the emptiness along with the cold air that embraces her in the absence of Tobi’s warmth.

“Leaving na uli?” Jas asks, post sex haze mixing well with the sunlight from the glass door making her look like the absolute goddess that she was. 

Tobi could not help but lean back to the bed and press a long wholesome kiss on his girl’s lips. “You’re coming with me, pretty,” he chuckled as he helped get up and hoisted her up to go to the bathroom. “Go pee muna, I’ll fix the bath while you do.”

Jas does what he says. He’s always been like this, she thinks. Has it been the same for every girl that he has slept with? She doesn’t even want to know. She already won, there was no point in wondering if the other girls have experienced the same thing as she did. That, in hindsight, was something that she never would’ve thought she would be thinking after sleeping with someone. It has always been a constant battle of trying and doing the most to make sure she doesn’t get left in the end, but here she is… finally… with the assurance that she has always deserved that Tobi will never leave, if he does, he will always come back home or she will be going with him.

She finally has what she deserves and no matter how complicated it got before they got here… Elijah is right. Everything will always end up well. The Park boys have that attitude of never leaving things unresolved. No matter how long, they will always go back and fix what went wrong.

“Wear this first habang nagpupuno pa yung bathtub, pretty,” Tobi picked up her arm and helped her get into her purple robe that she had brought with her in her suitcase. “Baka ubuhin ka sa lamig.”

“You’re so cute,” Jas snorted, leaning in to give him a hug as soon as he finished tying her robe. “I love you, Louis.”

“I love you, Jacynthe,” he replies to her before he moves to check the tub, which by now is already a quarter full.

Jas could not help but stare at him fondly as he nerds about the water on the tub. “Is this temperature okay with you, pretty?” he asked, even asking her to hold out the back of her hand and dropping a couple of drops on it to let her have a feel on the water. Jas assures him that it’s fine before he goes back to their suitcases where he retrieves a bath bomb. 

“Why do you even have a bath bomb?” Jas laughs. 

“Bianca got you these behind your back yesterday,” he snorted before he dropped it on the water, allowing it to fizz. 

“Cute n’yong magkapatid,” she chuckles as Tobi peels off the robe that he had just put on her from her and guiding her in the bath before taking his off and joining her. 

“You’d be a cute girl dad, Tobs,” she blurts out as Tobi rubs the shampoo suds on her hair. “You have the experience to be girl dad. Kayo ni Leon.”

“I suppose, I do,” he smiles at her as he makes a make shift crown on the top of her head with bubbles. “It would be a breeze. You’d be a good mom too.”

“Sometimes I wonder if I really could though.”

“Why would you think that, pretty?”

“I mean, unlike you guys and Eli, I didn’t have younger siblings,” she hummed as she reached for one of hid hands to fiddle with. “I saw my younger cousins here rought about twice or thrice a year. I don’t even know if I’d be able to hold a baby and make them stop crying. The thought of not being able to do it just scares the living crap out of me. I don’t want to be a disappointment. Especially after my mom raised me so well on her own.”

“When the time comes, I’m sure you’ll do fine,” he smiles at her. “Sasamahan naman kita. I’ll help you with our future kids alright? We’ll make sure they won’t have the same experiences as we did as kids.”

“Thank you, Louis,” she grins, turning her body just enough to be able to kiss him once more. “You make me so happy.”

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“I suppose you are the Tobias Park that everyone is talking about?” Governor Kang smiles at Tobi. Despite the dark demeanor that the politician exuded to most, he was nowhere near the strict governor that everyone knew him as. He seemed to soften up at the sight of his grandchildren, Jacynthe especially.

“Good evening, Governor Kang,” magalang na sagot niya sa matanda bago nagmano sa kaniya. “Opo. Ako po si Tobias Park, manliligaw po ni Jas.”

“Manliligaw, I see,” he nodded at him, reaching out to ruffle his hair. “Kahit kailan ay hindi nagsama ng nobyo o manliligaw dito si Jacynthe. Nababalitaan nalang namin na sinusundan na pala s’ya ng mga ex n’ya.”

“Tobi saved me from the said stalker, Lo,” Jas smiled at him softly, going up to him to hug his arm. “So you have to be nice to him.”

“Salamat at tinulungan mo si Jacynthe,” he replied to him.

“Ay wala po ‘yon, Governor–”

“Lolo Javier,” he corrects him, with a soft smile before he glances back at Jas who clung to his arm. “Lolo Javier ang itawag mo sa akin. Anyone my dear Jacynthe trusts enough to bring her must be extremely special.”

Kyle was right after all. Despite all the rumors that surrounded their family, the Kangs were welcoming people. 

“Tobi!” an elderly woman chimes as she takes the other arm of the governor. “I am Madeleine Kang, Jassy’s Lola! I suppose ikaw ang boyfriend ni Jassy?”

“La, manliligaw palang!” Jas tried to argue. 

“Mamma mia, Jassy! Doon rin magtatapos ‘yon!” the woman giggled as she walked over to Tobias to give him a hug. “You’re a special boy, no? I trust that you’re going to help Daphne to keep this lady in check. You know she can be a little wild sometimes! Tapos would always refuse help even if we offer it.”

Tobi looked at Jas softly as she walked over to hold his hand, wary that her grandparents might be intimidating him too much. The older couple takes this as a sign to leave, as Madeleine Kang happily pulls her husband away. However, he couldn’t help but wonder what pushed Jas to think that she was the odd-one-out among all these people that seemed to know her to this extent. Her dad hasn’t come around either, thinking he might be absent for the occasion.

“Are you okay, lovey?”

“I’m okay, pretty,” he smiles at her, squeezing her hand to confirm his sentiment. “Ikaw?”

“Just a little uneasy,” she hummed. “I kept overhearing the titas shit talking me and mom over there.”

“Alam ba ng mga mga lolo mo?”

“It’s nothing I can’t handle, Tobs,” she smiled at him, choosing to swallow the criticisms that she and her mom kept on hearing from that specific crowd in the family. “Besides, none of them really cares enough to get to know me beyond the way that they already do.”

“Kahit na.”

“Alam mo, I figured early on that they are still very convinced that my mama used up all my dad’s money for her med school. Alam lang nila namatay yung parents ni mama. I don’t think any of them bothered to find out that we both lived off her inheritance and her trust fund and completely nothing from dad in the first few years na wala sila lola. Dad was a complete slob when it came to paying child support. I barely got anything from him, really. Noon lang tinanggap namin s’ya ni Mama uli. But after he cut him off again for cheating on mom on multiple occasions after we forgave him on multiple occasions as well, I don’t understand why they still have it in them to think that mama and I couldn’t have made it without him.”

Tobi mentally notes the answer to his questions a while ago. Having this big of a family did have its cons. Most of it he wasn’t able to experience since he had a relatively small family and most of his cousins were living abroad. Well, technically they moved back now. But even then, these kinds of drama weren't really present in them. They were all distant and individualistic to care about how the other family was holding up.

“Tigas ng ulo kahit kelan,” he shrugged before pulling her into a hug. 

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Ever since I accidentally picked up and played DGS, I knew I needed to play PLVSPW. I decided to alternate playing ace attorney games with professor layton games until I finished the main trilogies for both and could finally play plvspw, and it was so worth the wait. I love this game so much it is everything I could have hoped and more, so so so much more. Highly recommend to honestly anyone!!!

All of the Professor Layton stickers are from jordydrawsmerch which can be found here and here. All of the Phoenix stickers are by Peachcott!! Every other sticker is from Daiso!

Writing typed below!

Rating: 9.7 Played: Fa 2023 Port: 3DS Favorite? Y Replayable? Y Recommend? Y

Comments

AA stickers by Peachcott, PL stickers by Jordydraws

THE MUSIC???

WITHCES??? TALOS???

HIS NAME IS NOT FUCKING CAR ACCIDENT

I like the UI esp with how the stylus interacts with the screen

Omg the yiga

Omg traveling is easier AND they give you coin and puzzle hints

OH IM JUST NOW IN CORT AFTER THAT INSANE SEQ

WHAT IS GOING ON

LOVE maya’s model

THE REUSED ASPECTS IN DGS OMG

THE CUNTY POSE AAAA

THE PIPE WHACK LMAO

WHITE PAYNE

Love the design of labyrinthia

Im curious if nick and maya will be bombarded with puzzles

I LOVE how the 3D and tech of the 3DS are used to make more dynamic puzzles

A LIVE EXECUTION?

Lmao B&W LSOH moment (Kira ate flowers which is smth that happened in the original non-musical little shop of horrors movie)

SOME GUY

WHAT DO YOU MEAN MAYA AND NICK HAVE BEEN HERE FOR 5 YEARS

Cinderellia lol

Omg the book roof

Labyrinthia at night music is sooo pretty

Kira is the killer… right?

I am so stressed about Luke and maya

Hershel to see the storyteller??

THE PRINCESS TUTU AND DROSSELMEYER VIBSE ARE OFF THE CHARTS

Luke is too small for the defense table T_T

THE STORYTELLERS DAUGHTER??

THE BELL TOWER??

Curse…

LUKE NOOO

WHAT IS GOING ON?? T-T

LMAO NOT ANOTHER PARROT WITNESS

BARNHAM NOO

Top of town so pretty

Major shrek 2 vibes

Is that a bust of cabanela

Layton said lets go somewhere more private LMFAO

I love the nick and Luke dynamic… but at what cost T_T

LAYTON’S ??? AND HIS THEME AHHH

HERSHEL NOOOO

Obsessed with rouge’s design and tattoo

THE WAY I SCREAMED WHEN I SAW HERSHEL AHHH

Love the assistant/mentor switch

MAYA EATING RAMEN AND HERSHEL DRINKING TEA IN THEIR PIXEL ART

^ Maya copies other idles! luke writes in his journal and nick reads his paper!

LOVE darklaws claws!

the vigilante witnesses....

is it really a layton game if there's no tower

GOD DAMN HERSHEL love his sword fighting

omg who is bezella

will layton act as the prosecutor??

the battle against the professor is so nerve wracking

just learned why its called pl VS pw

GO OFF KIRA

ESPELLA AND DARKLAW AS KIDS AWW T^T <333

ooo darklaw's laws have the eyes on them

the "magic" is so complicated

i feel like eve the cat is v important but overlooked

WHERE IS LUKE I MISS HIM T^T

love the belfry search

ooo this is like princess tutu x tunic

this took a sharp turn omg

THESE LADIES T~T

FORK LIFT CERTIFIED LUKE LMAO

BARNHAM!

love eve's black outfit

YURI LETS GO

PROF??

EDGEWORTH??

Summary

This game is everything I hoped it would be. yes it's a Professor Layton crossover, but it also has the charm of DGS x Princess tutu x tunic. The ending was very layton-esque, along with all the reveals. I truly had such an amazing time playing this game. I was initially introduced to this because I heard that DGS was inspired by it, so it was my mission to play both aa and pl's original trilogies before playing. And I am so glad I did bc the wait was so worth it. You can absolutely see the influence this game and professor layton had on Shu Takumi. There's so much passion and creativity between plvspw an dgs that makes playing them all the more enjoyable. I loved how all the main characters interacted with each other, I especially loved how hershel and phoenix swapped assistants. The new characters were also so fun. Espella, Barnham, Darklaw, the story-teller, they were all so unique and enjoyable to interact with. The animation was stellar. This 3D style really works for both PL and AA and im so glad both series took inspiration from it. The music and art was phenomenal, this game honestly should win awards if it hasn't already done so. I also love how any character pulled into an aa game will have their gay moments: phoenix x hershel and espella x eve especially. I can't wait to make art or even write for this game, I will definitely add scenes from this to my ballet au ^^! What a phenomenal game, what a fun premise with the most convoluted layton-esque ending. It was so perfectly I highly recommend!!

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Speaking of that post I hope it's ok for me to send this ask in!

I have some OCs myself that also have NPD(+other PDs as well, like ASPD AND BPD for example) and I was wondering how to realistically portray NPD without unintentionally stigmatizing/demonizing it?

*also some are also POC as well and are my Elder Scrolls OCs also, if this helps.*

Feel free to delete this ask, if you don't feel like answering!

AGHHH MY FIRST ASK!!!!!!!!/pos

Fair warning, this is going to be a LONGGGG ass post and it will mention ableism towards NPDers. I want to make sure I cover as much as possible. If you have NPD and want to add anything, pls do so in a reblog or the comments! I am also super delirious so if what I say makes no sense I'm so sorry 😭

I think a full, completely in depth understanding is the key to not writing something stigmatizing/demonizing. It sounds obvious, but in the case of NPD, there's so much misinformation so I am hoping this post can guide you in the writing process. You never know what little thing can cause accidental mischaracterization.

This is a super important topic for me because honestly, I'm trying to figure out the same as someone with NPD myself, even with all the info available. I feel like there's so much grey area because so much is still unknown about the disorder (fuck the psych system/narc abuse believers). A lot of us have to go from our personal experiences and figure things out on our own, which brings me to my first topic:

Self Diagnosis And The Criteria!!!!!!!!

A LOT of us are self diagnosed, including myself. Whether you're officially diagnosed or not, most of us can agree the DSM5 is booty ass. I bring up self diagnosis specifically because due to the DSM5 being shitty, it's suuuper difficult to get diagnosed or even want a diagnosis. I personally don't want one.

If that's a theme you want to bring up in your work, I would definitely follow blogs here that break down the diagnostic criteria and re-define it in a realistic way. Having this is super important because the DSM5 is MADDD confusing even if it wasn't ableist.

Your characters might resonate with that confusion and even anger. Rage is such a prominent emotion with us narcissists, so its highly encouraged you tap into that. The stigma is so impactful to most of us and personally keeps me hidden.

If you went off the official criteria, you could innocently and accidentally write an ableist trope based off the DSM5. For example, the DSM5 has a very vague and "I do this just because I can blah blah blah and there's a name for it" narrative of narcissists. There's no nuance. They state accurate symptoms but don't accurately explain why we have them. Without context, it makes our intentions ultimately one size fits awful.

Here are some resources that have been super helpful to me!

Some extra specific things I keep in mind when writing my narcissistic characters:

-“Bad behavior” is such an important phrase to emphasize when writing narcissists negative symptoms and being mindful on how you approach the impact. Make sure that phrase is clear, even if they will not redeem themselves and are a piece of garbage. They did xyz because of bad behavior due to symptoms, they hurt john doe because of bad behavior due to symptoms. They make the conscious choice not to change their bad behavior because abc or they make the conscious choice to do better because blah blah blah.

-Depending on what communication style you want two or more characters to have, make sure the outcomes are accurate based off of symptoms. My examples don't explain narcissists as a whole, but they are based off of my symptoms:

Lack of Communication: Increase in superiority symptoms, increase in rage, increase in invalidation and inferiority feelings. Other parties, specifically egotypicals may have a misconception of the narcissist and believe their symptoms are how they really are and can't be redeemed due to stigma. In the situation involving a narcissist however, in my experience when this happens I'm always so confused. Nothing makes sense and nobody is explaining anything to me. I need outside perspective as to why my actions are wrong and lack of communication will sink me deeper into my delusions. Communication is so important coming from the outside perspective to snap me out of my spiral. Lack of communication on my end will cause me to bottle up my feelings, convinced I’m better alone. Not explaining my intentions (or lack there of, to be completely blunt and vulnerable.) to someone I hurt can cause them so much more pain too. I don't want to hurt anyone, and even if I don't FEEL sorry, I can acknowledge I don't want the people I care for to be hurt by my bad actions.

Proper Communication: Honestly in my case, usually the damage I caused isn’t forgiven however rebuilding that trust becomes so much easier accepting that and opening up to the person/people I hurt. The narcissist usually knows they can prevent xyz going forward, and the other party is prepared on how to handle the situation in case it happens again. In my experience, communication is super beneficial in terms of receiving supply too. ESPECIALLY when the other person involved is also a narcissist, they know that pain of not receiving praise/admiration and we can understand each other moving forward.

Other narcissists I encourage you give your experience w this too bc I have seen very diff ones!

-If you want to implement characters who are ableist towards the narcissist, some things I would do are:

Show the narcissists internal monologue after the trauma and put your main focus on their emotions, the ableist person’s actions second. The weight of their words will be shown more in the trauma response, less in the moment (although super important). Focus the context on the narc crash, anxiousness, surprise, grandiosity overcompensation, etc.

Have other characters defend the narcissist, preferably being other narcissists because we are the ones who understand each other the most and back each other up no matter what

Show the importance of proper education and lack of education

Ask yourself how this is relevant to the plot and your character/characters

-Ask yourself, why does/doesn't my character want to be redeemed? Is it a symptom or is it genuine? Do they want to do better but don't recognize it? Why don't they recognize it? What symptoms are holding them back from xyz (social connections, self care etc.).?

Examples of answers to these questions:

My character doesn't want to be redeemed because they are convinced they are justified in their actions. They genuinely believe they did the right thing and need time to get out of that mindset. What's stopping them from getting out of that mindset is the delusion they are stuck in. Working on their trauma triggers can help lessen the blow and onset of psychosis. If they recognize they are wrong, my character is the type of person to crash and have suicidal urges. There is a slow build up before the crash that spirals into madness. What may help is getting supply from their friends/partners reassuring them that recognizing their bad actions are a first step followed by praise for things outside of the situation to bring them back to a solid baseline or narc high.

My character has a hard time socializing because when having an episode of grandiosity, they feel like they are better than everyone and no one is at their level. In episodes of insecurity, they feel like they don't deserve friends because they feel worthless. This is followed by perfectionism and seeking unwanted friendships, only to self-destruct and hurt those around them. Their ego impacts everything they do.

-SHAMEEEE is one of the most important emotions (in my experience) to write about so pls make that an important part of how your character views themselves!

-I know I have been only focusing on negative aspects, but also do highlight the positive aspects. For me, NPD has motivated me to work on myself. It isn’t the healthiest way, but given my circumstance, it is the healthiest I can do right now. Even my most wild and delusional thoughts can lead to great opportunities for self improvement. Thinking I’ll become famous? Gave myself tools to work on my executive dysfunction and be consistent with a project I love. Narc highs are also absolutely incredible. Finding folks who understand me and receiving praise has kept me going. I genuinely feel listened to. Narcissists are some of the nicest people you will ever meet because they know what it feels like to hate themselves. No matter how little empathy some of us have, that doesn’t mean we can’t acknowledge one another (even if my symptoms make me feel so singular in my experiences/contradict the point of acknowledging others).

More info to represent different kinds of NPDers:

Some common comorbidities are:

Autism Spectrum

Bipolar Disorder

Schizophrenia Spectrum

DID/OSDD

All Cluster B Disorders

Eating Disorders and Addictions

So many of us are autistic. SO MANY. This small survey statistic doesn’t scratch the surface but it’s important to look at!

As an autistic person myself, I feel like a lot of the trauma I faced growing up highly contributed to the development of NPD. I was othered, shunned, invalidated and shamed for just existing. Still am. That made me overcompensate with erratic attempts to be wanted and loved and just acknowledged in any way possible. I want to be SEEN.

If anyone wants an in depth post sharing my experiences with bipolar disorder and NPD I will absolutely do so if asked too!

How NPD affects my gender itself, dysphoria and sexuality:

In my experience as a fat trans man, a lot of my dysphoria is rooted in narcissism, internalized fatphobia and internalized toxic masculinity. I want to be the ideal boyfriend that is praised for existing. My male privilege definitely contributes to that want and I can acknowledge and dislike that part of myself. I expect this certain level of respect for being a man without realizing it sometimes and make sure to hold myself accountable when doing so. My dysphoria makes me feel inferior to other men because I don't "pass" and I feel the need to compete against them. The insecurity is consuming me and I do my best to be aware if I cross any lines.

What I have noticed about gender and sexuality in NPDers is that a lot yall are aroace and nonbinary! Like based off of my survey alone and people I know!

I asked one of my mutuals if it wanted to share his experiences of being a POC with NPD and it agreed!! He wanted to stay anonymous (aka super duper awesomely cool and mysterious) so I’ll just be posting the ss of what he said!

I do not have much to say on the response from my mutual because I feel like what it said speaks for itself and because we've spoken in private about the topic already! If you want to write an Asian character with NPD, this is really useful information!!!! One day I will make a post elaborating on being a POC with NPD myself. But, for now, this will help you understand an experience from an Asian perspective.

I hope this post wasn't all over the place and makes sense, if you have any more questions please ask away!

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[thecrazyneographist]

Garmed /gɑɹmd/

ʔ aɪ̯ aʊ̯ eɪ̯ iː oʊ̯ uː æ ɑ ɑː ɔɪ̯ ɔː ɛ ɛə̯ ɜː ɪ ɪə̯ ʊ ʊə̯ ʌ m k j p w n s t b l h g ŋ d f ʧ ʃ z ʤ v mb ŋg nd ð θ ndz nz ɹ ŋk nt mp ʍ bv ns nʧ nts ps ng bz dl ts kf nh nl tn pm tl bd bj bl bm bn bs bskj bskɹ bst bstɹ bt bɹ bʤ df dg dgɹ dj dkw dm dn ds dst dv dw dz dɹ dʃ fj fl fs fspɹ ft ftl ftw fɹ gd gj gl gm gn gz gɹ gʤ kd kgɹ kj kl km kn ks ksf ksk kskj kskl kskw ksm ksp kspl kspɹ kst kstɹ ksw ksʧ kt ktf ktl kts ktɹ kw kz kɹ kʃ kʧ lb ld ldf ldh ldl ldn ldz ldɹ lf lg lgɹ lj lk lkj ll lm ln lp lpf lpl lptj ls lsh lsʍ lt ltj lts ltɹ lv lvd lvz lw lz lð lɹ lʤ lʧ lθ mbl mbɹ md mf mfl mft mfɹ mh mj ml mn mpj mpl mps mpt mptl mpɹ mpʃ mpʧ ms mst mt mw mz mɹ mʧ mθ nb nbɹ ndj ndl ndm ndɹ nf nfj nfl nfɹ ngɹ nj nk nkl nkw nkɹ nm nn npl nsf nsj nskɹ nsl nsm nsp nst nstɹ ntl ntm ntɹ nv nw nzl nzp nɹ nʃ nʤ nʤd nʤm nθ nθj pj pl pt pw pɹ pʃ pʧ sd sf sg sgɹ sj sk skj skl skw skɹ sl sm sn sp spj spl spt spɹ st stj stl stm sts stw stɹ sw sʧ tb tf th tj tm tsm tw tɹ vd vj vl vm vn vz vɹ zb zd zj zl zm ðdɹ ðst ðz ŋd ŋgj ŋgl ŋgw ŋgɹ ŋks ŋkt ŋkw ŋkʃ ŋkʧ ŋl ŋz ɹb ɹd ɹdz ɹf ɹg ɹk ɹks ɹkt ɹl ɹm ɹmd ɹml ɹmz ɹn ɹnd ɹpl ɹs ɹsm ɹst ɹt ɹtl ɹts ɹv ɹz ɹʃ ɹʤ ɹʧ ɹʧt ɹθ ɹθw ʃm ʃn ʃt ʃɹ ʤd ʤm ʤt ʧl ʧm ʧt θf θl θs θɹ x

Basically, there are 360 symbols assigned phonetic value from either English vowels/diphthongs or consonants/consonant clusters, numbers range from 0-359.

I have no idea how to make a table for that, but here's a link to a Google Doc with all the symbols numbered. Note that /ʔ/ is a "zero" character.

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rt, grwng  mstch? Lks gd. - Hr bt Frnk? - Yh. - Y gng t th fnrl? - N, 'm nt gng. vrybdy knws, stng smn, y d. Dn't wst t n  sqrrl. Sch  hthd.  gss h cld hv jst gttn t f th wy.  lv ths ncrprtng n msmnt prk nt r dy. Tht's why w dn't nd vctns. By, qt  bt f pmp... ndr th crcmstncs. - Wll, dm, tdy w r mn. - W r! - B-mn. - mn! Hllljh! Stdnts, fclty, dstngshd bs, pls wlcm Dn Bzzwll. Wlcm, Nw Hv ty grdtng clss f... ...9:15. Tht cnclds r crmns. nd bgns yr crr t Hnx ndstrs! Wll w pck rjb tdy?  hrd t's jst rnttn. Hds p! Hr w g. Kp yr hnds nd ntnns nsd th trm t ll tms. - Wndr wht t'll b lk? -  lttl scry.

Wlcm t Hnx, dvsn f Hnsc nd  prt f th Hxgn Grp. Ths s t! Ww. Ww. W knw tht y, s  b, hv wrkd yr whl lf t gt t th pnt whr y cn wrk fr yr whl lf. Hny bgns whn r vlnt Plln Jcks brng th nctr t th hv. r tp-scrt frml s tmtclly clr-crrctd, scnt-djstd nd bbbl-cntrd nt ths sthng swt syrp wth ts dstnctv gldn glw y knw s... Hny! - Tht grl ws ht. - Sh's my csn! - Sh s? - Ys, w'r ll csns. - Rght. Y'r rght. - t Hnx, w cnstntly strv t mprv vry spct f b xstnc. Ths bs r strss-tstng  nw hlmt tchnlgy. - Wht d y thnk h mks? - Nt ngh. Hr w hv r ltst dvncmnt, th Krlmn.

Wht ds tht d? - tchs tht lttl strnd f hny tht hngs ftr y pr t. Svs s mllns. n nyn wrk n th Krlmn? f crs. Mst b jbs r smll ns. Bt bs knw tht vry smll jb, f t's dn wll, mns  lt. Bt chs crflly bcs y'll sty n th jb y pck fr th rst f yr lf. Th sm jb th rst f yr lf?  ddn't knw tht. Wht's th dffrnc? Y'll b hppy t knw tht bs, s  spcs, hvn't hd n dy ff n 27 mlln yrs. S y'll jst wrk s t dth? W'll sr try. Ww! Tht blw my mnd! "Wht's th dffrnc?" Hw cn y sy tht? n jb frvr? Tht's n nsn chc t hv t mk. 'm rlvd. Nw w nly hv t mk n dcsn n lf. Bt, dm, hw cld thy nvr hv tld s tht? Why wld y qstn nythng? W'r bs.

W'r th mst prfctly fnctnng scty n rth. Y vr thnk myb thngs wrk  lttl t wll hr? Lk wht? Gv m n xmpl.  dn't knw. Bt y knw wht 'm tlkng bt. Pls clr th gt. Ryl Nctr Frc n pprch. Wt  scnd. hck t t.

Hy, ths r Plln Jcks! - Ww. 'v nvr sn thm ths cls. Thy knw wht t's lk tsd th hv. Yh, bt sm dn't cm bck. - Hy, Jcks! - H, Jcks! Y gys dd grt! Y'r mnstrs! Y'r sky frks!  lv t!  lv t! -  wndr whr thy wr. -  dn't knw. Thr dy's nt plnnd. tsd th hv, flyng wh knws whr, dng wh knws wht. Y cn'tjst dcd t b  Plln Jck. Y hv t b brd fr tht. Rght. Lk. Tht's mr plln thn y nd  wll s n  lftm. t's jst  stts symbl. Bs mk t mch f t. Prhps. nlss y'r wrng t nd th lds s y wrng t. Ths lds? rn't thy r csns t? Dstnt. Dstnt. Lk t ths tw. - pl f Hv Hrrys. - Lt's hv fn wth thm. t mst b dngrs bng  Plln Jck. Yh. nc  br pnnd m gnst  mshrm! H hd  pw n my thrt, nd wth th thr, h ws slppng m! - h, my! -

 nvr thght 'd knck hm t. Wht wr y dng drng ths? Tryng t lrt th thrts.  cn tgrph tht.  lttl gsty t thr tdy, wsn't t, cmrds? Yh. Gsty. W'r httng  snflwr ptch sx mls frm hr tmrrw. - Sx mls, hh? - Brry!  pddl jmp fr s, bt myb y'r nt p fr t. - Myb  m. - Y r nt! W'r gng 0900 t J-Gt. Wht d y thnk, bzzy-by? r y b ngh?  mght b. t ll dpnds n wht 0900 mns. Hy, Hnx! Dd, y srprsd m. Y dcd wht y'r ntrstd n? - Wll, thr's  lt f chcs. - Bt y nly gt n. D y vr gt brd dng th sm jb vry dy? Sn, lt m tll y bt strrng. Y grb tht stck, nd y jst mv t rnd, nd y str t rnd. Y gt yrslf nt  rhythm. t's  btfl thng.

Y knw, Dd, th mr  thnk bt t, myb th hny fld jst sn't rght fr m. Y wr thnkng f wht, mkng blln nmls? Tht's  bd jb fr  gy wth  stngr. Jnt, yr sn's nt sr h wnts t g nt hny! - Brry, y r s fnny smtms. - 'm nt tryng t b fnny. Y'r nt fnny! Y'r gng nt hny. r sn, th strrr! - Y'r gnn b  strrr?

N n's lstnng t m! Wt tll y s th stcks  hv.  cld sy nythng rght nw. 'm gnn gt n nt ttt! Lt's pn sm hny nd clbrt! Myb 'll prc my thrx. Shv my ntnn. Shck p wth  grsshppr. Gt  gld tth nd cll vrybdy "dwg"! 'm s prd. - W'r strtng wrk tdy! - Tdy's th dy. m n! ll th gd jbs wll b gn. Yh, rght. Plln cntng, stnt b, prng, strrr, frnt dsk, hr rmvl... - s t stll vlbl? - Hng n. Tw lft! n f thm's yrs! ngrtltns! Stp t th sd. - Wht'd y gt? - Pckng crd t. Stllr! Ww! pl f nwbs? Ys, sr! r frst dy! W r rdy! Mk yr chc. - Y wnt t g frst? - N, y g. h, my. Wht's vlbl? Rstrm ttndnt's pn, nt fr th rsn y thnk. - ny chnc f gttng th Krlmn?

Sr, y'r n. 'm srry, th Krlmn jst clsd t. Wx mnky's lwys pn. Th Krlmn pnd p gn. Wht hppnd?  b dd. Mks n pnng. S? H's dd. nthr dd n. Ddy. Ddfd. Tw mr dd. Dd frm th nck p. Dd frm th nck dwn. Tht's lf! h, ths s s hrd! Htng, clng, stnt b, prr, strrr, hmmng, nspctr nmbr svn, lnt crdntr, strp sprvsr, mt wrnglr. Brry, wht d y thnk  shld... Brry? Brry! ll rght, w'v gt th snflwr ptch n qdrnt nn... Wht hppnd t y? Whr r y? - 'm gng t. - t? t whr? - t thr. - h, n!  hv t, bfr  g t wrk fr th rst f my lf. Y'r gnn d!

Y'r crzy! Hll? nthr cll cmng n. f nyn's flng brv, thr's  Krn dl n 83rd tht gts thr rss tdy. Hy, gys. - Lk t tht. - sn't tht th kd w sw ystrdy? Hld t, sn, flght dck's rstrctd. t's K, L. W'r gnn tk hm p. Rlly? Flng lcky, r y? Sgn hr, hr. Jst ntl tht. - Thnk y. - K. Y gt  rn dvsry tdy, nd s y ll knw, bs cnnt fly n rn. S b crfl. s lwys, wtch yr brms, hcky stcks, dgs, brds, brs nd bts. ls,  gt  cpl f rprts f rt br bng prd n s. Mrphy's n  hm bcs f t, bbblng lk  ccd! - Tht's wfl. - nd  rmndr fr y rks, b lw nmbr n, bsltly n tlkng t hmns! ll rght, lnch pstns! Bzz, bzz, bzz, bzz! Bzz, bzz, bzz, bzz! Bzz, bzz, bzz, bzz! Blck nd yllw! Hll! Y rdy fr ths, ht sht? Yh. Yh, brng t n. Wnd, chck.

ntnn, chck. - Nctr pck, chck. - Wngs, chck. - Stngr, chck. Scrd t f my shrts, chck. K, lds, lt's mv t t! Pnd ths ptns, y strpd stm-sckrs! ll f y, drn ths flwrs! Ww! 'm t!  cn't blv 'm t! S bl.  fl s fst nd fr! Bx kt! Ww! Flwrs! Ths s Bl Ldr. W hv rss vsl. Brng t rnd 30 dgrs nd hld. Rss! 30 dgrs, rgr. Brngng t rnd. Stnd t th sd, kd. t's gt  bt f  kck. Tht s n nctr cllctr! - vr s pllntn p cls? - N, sr.  pck p sm plln hr, sprnkl t vr hr. Myb  dsh vr thr,  pnch n tht n. S tht? t's  lttl bt f mgc.

Tht's mzng. Why d w d tht? Tht's plln pwr. Mr plln, mr flwrs, mr nctr, mr hny fr s. l. 'm pckng p  lt f brght yllw. ld b dss. Dn't w nd ths? py tht vsl. Wt. n f ths flwrs sms t b n th mv. Sy gn? Y'r rprtng  mvng flwr? ffrmtv. Tht ws n th ln! Ths s th clst. Wht s t?  dn't knw, bt 'm lvng ths clr. t smlls gd. Nt lk  flwr, bt  lk t. Yh, fzzy. hmcl-y. rfl, gys. t's  lttl grbby. My swt lrd f bs! ndy-brn, gt ff thr! Prblm! - Gys! - Ths cld b bd. ffrmtv. Vry cls. Gnn hrt. Mm's lttl by. Y r wy t f pstn, rk! mng n t y lk  mssl! Hlp m!  dn't thnk ths r flwrs. - Shld w tll hm?

 thnk h knws. Wht s ths?! Mtch pnt! Y cn strt pckng p, hny, bcs y'r bt t t t! Ywsr! Grss. Thr's  b n th cr! - D smthng! - 'm drvng! - H, b. - H's bck hr! H's gng t stng m! Nbdy mv. f y dn't mv, h wn't stng y. Frz! H blnkd! Spry hm, Grnny! Wht r y dng?! Ww... th tnsn lvl t hr s nblvbl.  gtt gt hm. n't fly n rn. n't fly n rn. n't fly n rn. Mydy! Mydy! B gng dwn! Kn, cld y cls th wndw pls? Kn, cld y cls th wndw pls? hck t my nw rsm.  md t nt  fld-t brchr. Y s? Flds t. h, n. Mr hmns.

 dn't nd ths. Wht ws tht? Myb ths tm. Ths tm. Ths tm. Ths tm! Ths tm! Ths... Drps! Tht s dblcl. t's fntstc. t's gt ll my spcl sklls, vn my tp-tn fvrt mvs. Wht's nmbr n? Str Wrs? Nh,  dn't g fr tht... ...knd f stff. N wndr w shldn't tlk t thm. Thy'r t f thr mnds. Whn  lv  jb ntrvw, thy'r flbbrgstd, cn't blv wht  sy. Thr's th sn. Myb tht's  wy t.  dn't rmmbr th sn hvng  bg 75 n t.  prdctd glbl wrmng.  cld fl t gttng httr. t frst  thght t ws jst m. Wt! Stp! B! Stnd bck. Ths r wntr bts. Wt! Dn't kll hm! Y knw 'm llrgc t thm! Ths thng cld kll m! Why ds hs lf hv lss vl thn yrs? Why ds hs lf hv ny lss vl thn mn? s tht yr sttmnt? 'm jst syng ll lf hs vl. Y dn't knw wht h's cpbl f flng. My brchr!

Thr y g, lttl gy. 'm nt scrd f hm. t's n llrgc thng. Pt tht n yr rsm brchr. My whl fc cld pff p. Mk t n f yr spcl sklls. Knckng smn t s ls  spcl skll. Rght. By, Vnss. Thnks. - Vnss, nxt wk? Ygrt nght? - Sr, Kn. Y knw, whtvr. - Y cld pt crb chps n thr. - By. - Sppsd t b lss clrs. - By.  gtt sy smthng. Sh svd my lf.  gtt sy smthng. ll rght, hr t gs. Nh. Wht wld  sy?

 cld rlly gt n trbl. t's  b lw. Y'r nt sppsd t tlk t  hmn.  cn't blv 'm dng ths. 'v gt t. h,  cn't d t. m n! N. Ys. N. D t.  cn't. Hw shld  strt t? "Y lk jzz?" N, tht's n gd. Hr sh cms! Spk, y fl! H! 'm srry. - Y'r tlkng. - Ys,  knw. Y'r tlkng! 'm s srry. N, t's K. t's fn.  knw 'm drmng. Bt  dn't rcll gng t bd. Wll, 'm sr ths s vry dscncrtng. Ths s  bt f  srprs t m.  mn, y'r  b!  m. nd 'm nt sppsd t b dng ths, bt thy wr ll tryng t kll m. nd f t wsn't fr y...  hd t thnk y. t's jst hw  ws rsd. Tht ws  lttl wrd. - 'm tlkng wth  b. - Yh. 'm tlkng t  b. nd th b s tlkng t m!  jst wnt t sy 'm grtfl. 'll lv nw. - Wt! Hw dd y lrn t d tht? - Wht? Th tlkng thng. Sm wy y dd,  gss.

"Mm, Dd, hny." Y pck t p. - Tht's vry fnny. - Yh. Bs r fnny. f w ddn't lgh, w'd cry wth wht w hv t dl wth. nywy... n ... ...gt y smthng? - Lk wht?  dn't knw.  mn...  dn't knw. ff?  dn't wnt t pt y t. t's n trbl. t tks tw mnts. - t's jst cff. -  ht t mps. - Dn't b rdcls! - ctlly,  wld lv  cp. Hy, y wnt rm ck? -  shldn't. - Hv sm. - N,  cn't. - m n! 'm tryng t ls  cpl mcrgrms. - Whr? - Ths strps dn't hlp. Y lk grt!  dn't knw f y knw nythng bt fshn. r y ll rght? N. H's mkng th t n th cb s thy'r flyng p Mdsn. H fnlly gts thr. H rns p th stps nt th chrch.

Th wddng s n. nd h sys, "Wtrmln?  thght y sd Gtmln. Why wld  mrry  wtrmln?" s tht  b jk? Tht's th knd f stff w d. Yh, dffrnt. S, wht r y gnn d, Brry? bt wrk?  dn't knw.  wnt t d my prt fr th hv, bt  cn't d t th wy thy wnt.  knw hw y fl. - Y d? - Sr. My prnts wntd m t b  lwyr r  dctr, bt  wntd t b  flrst. - Rlly? - My nly ntrst s flwrs. r nw qn ws jst lctd wth tht sm cmpgn slgn. nywy, f y lk... Thr's my hv rght thr. S t?

Y'r n Shp Mdw! Ys! 'm rght ff th Trtl Pnd! N wy!  knw tht r.  lst  t rng thr nc. - Why d grls pt rngs n thr ts? - Why nt? - t's lk pttng  ht n yr kn. - Myb 'll try tht. - Y ll rght, m'm? - h, yh. Fn. Jst hvng tw cps f cff! nywy, ths hs bn grt. Thnks fr th cff. Yh, t's n trbl. Srry  cldn't fnsh t. f  dd, 'd b p th rst f my lf. r y...? n  tk  pc f ths wth m?

Sr! Hr, hv  crmb. - Thnks! - Yh. ll rght. Wll, thn...  gss 'll s y rnd. r nt. K, Brry. nd thnk y s mch gn... fr bfr. h, tht? Tht ws nthng. Wll, nt nthng, bt... nywy... Ths cn't pssbly wrk. H's ll st t g. W my s wll try t. K, Dv, pll th cht. - Snds mzng. - t ws mzng! t ws th scrst, hppst mmnt f my lf. Hmns!  cn't blv y wr wth hmns! Gnt, scry hmns! Wht wr thy lk? Hg nd crzy. Thy tlk crzy. Thy t crzy gnt thngs. Thy drv crzy. - D thy try nd kll y, lk n TV? -

Sm f thm. Bt sm f thm dn't. - Hw'd y gt bck? - Pdl. Y dd t, nd 'm gld. Y sw whtvr y wntd t s. Y hd yr "xprnc." Nw y cn pck t yrjb nd b nrml. - Wll... - Wll? Wll,  mt smn. Y dd? Ws sh B-sh? -  wsp?! Yr prnts wll kll y! - N, n, n, nt  wsp. - Spdr? - 'm nt ttrctd t spdrs.  knw t's th httst thng, wth th ght lgs nd ll.  cn't gt by tht fc. S wh s sh? Sh's... hmn. N, n. Tht's  b lw. Y wldn't brk  b lw. - Hr nm's Vnss. - h, by. Sh's s nc. nd sh's  flrst! h, n! Y'r dtng  hmn flrst! W'r nt dtng. Y'r flyng tsd th hv, tlkng t hmns tht ttck r hms wth pwr wshrs nd M-80s!

n-ghth  stck f dynmt! Sh svd my lf! nd sh ndrstnds m. Ths s vr! t ths. Ths s nt vr! Wht ws tht? - Thy cll t  crmb. - t ws s stngn' strpy! nd tht's nt wht thy t. Tht's wht flls ff wht thy t! - Y knw wht  nnbn s? - N. t's brd nd cnnmn nd frstng. Thy ht t p... St dwn! ...rlly ht! - Lstn t m! W r nt thm! W'r s. Thr's s nd thr's thm! Ys, bt wh cn dny th hrt tht s yrnng? Thr's n yrnng. Stp yrnng. Lstn t m! Y hv gt t strt thnkng b, my frnd. Thnkng b! - Thnkng b. - Thnkng b. Thnkng b! Thnkng b! Thnkng b! Thnkng b! Thr h s. H's n th pl. Y knw wht yr prblm s, Brry?  gtt strt thnkng b?

Hw mch lngr wll ths g n? t's bn thr dys! Why rn't y wrkng? 'v gt  lt f bg lf dcsns t thnk bt. Wht lf? Y hv n lf! Y hv n jb. Y'r brly  b! Wld t kll y t mk  lttl hny? Brry, cm t. Yr fthr's tlkng t y. Mrtn, wld y tlk t hm? Brry, 'm tlkng t y! Y cmng? Gt vrythng?

ll st! G hd. 'll ctch p. Dn't b t lng. Wtch ths! Vnss! - W'r stll hr. -  tld y nt t yll t hm. H dsn't rspnd t yllng! - Thn why yll t m? - Bcs y dn't lstn! 'm nt lstnng t ths. Srry, 'v gtt g. - Whr r y gng? - 'm mtng  frnd.  grl? s ths why y cn't dcd? By.  jst hp sh's B-sh. Thy hv  hg prd f flwrs vry yr n Psdn? T b n th Trnmnt f Rss, tht's vry flrst's drm! p n  flt, srrndd by flwrs, crwds chrng.  trnmnt. D th rss cmpt n thltc vnts? N. ll rght, 'v gt n. Hw cm y dn't fly vrywhr? t's xhstng. Why dn't y rn vrywhr? t's fstr. Yh, K,  s,  s. ll rght, yr trn. TV. Y cn jst frz lv TV? Tht's nsn!

Y dn't hv tht? W hv Hv, bt t's  dss. t's  hrrbl, hrrbl dss. h, my. Dmb bs! Y mst wnt t stng ll ths jrks. W try nt t stng. t's slly ftl fr s. S y hv t wtch yr tmpr. Vry crflly. Y kck  wll, tk  wlk, wrt n ngry lttr nd thrw t t. Wrk thrgh t lk ny mtn: ngr, jlsy, lst. h, my gdnss! r y K? Yh. - Wht s wrng wth y?! - t's  bg. H's nt bthrng nybdy. Gt t f hr, y crp! Wht ws tht?  Pc 'N' Sv crclr? Yh, t ws. Hw dd y knw? t flt lk bt 10 pgs. Svnty-fv s prtty mch r lmt. Y'v rlly gt tht dwn t  scnc. -  lst  csn t tln Vg. - 'll bt. Wht n th nm f Mghty Hrcls s ths? Hw dd ths gt hr? t B, Gldn Blssm, Ry Ltt Prvt Slct? - s h tht ctr? -  nvr hrd f hm. - Why s ths hr?

Fr ppl. W t t. Y dn't hv ngh fd f yr wn? - Wll, ys. - Hw d y gt t? - Bs mk t. -  knw wh mks t! nd t's hrd t mk t! Thr's htng, clng, strrng. Y nd  whl Krlmn thng! - t's rgnc. - t's r-gnc! t's jst hny, Brry. Jst wht?! Bs dn't knw bt ths! Ths s stlng!  lt f stlng! Y'v tkn r hms, schls, hsptls! Ths s ll w hv! nd t's n sl?! 'm gttng t th bttm f ths. 'm gttng t th bttm f ll f ths! Hy, Hctr. - Y lmst dn? - lmst. H s hr.  sns t. Wll,  gss 'll g hm nw nd jst lv ths nc hny t, wth n n rnd. Y'r bstd, bx by!  knw  hrd smthng. S y cn tlk!  cn tlk. nd nw y'll strt tlkng! Whr y gttng th swt stff? Wh's yr spplr?

 dn't ndrstnd.  thght w wr frnds. Th lst thng w wnt t d s pst bs! Y'r t lt! t's rs nw! Y, sr, hv crssd th wrng swrd! Y, sr, wll b lnch fr my gn, gnc! Whr s th hny cmng frm? Tll m whr! Hny Frms! t cms frm Hny Frms! rzy prsn! Wht hrrbl thng hs hppnd hr? Ths fcs, thy nvr knw wht ht thm. nd nw thy'r n th rd t nwhr! Jst kp stll. Wht? Y'r nt dd? D  lk dd? Thy wll wp nythng tht mvs. Whr y hdd? T Hny Frms.  m nt smthng hg hr. 'm gng t lsk. Ms bld, crzy stff. Blws yr hd ff! 'm gng t Tcm. - nd y? - H rlly s dd. ll rght. h-h! - Wht s tht?! - h, n!

 wpr! Trpl bld! - Trpl bld? Jmp n! t's yr nly chnc, b! Why ds vrythng hv t b s dggn cln?! Hw mch d y ppl nd t s?! pn yr ys! Stck yr hd t th wndw! Frm NPR Nws n Wshngtn, 'm rl Ksll. Bt dn't kll n mr bgs! - B! - Ms bld gy!! - Y hr smthng? - Lk wht? Lk tny scrmng. Trn ff th rd. Whssp, b by? Hy, Bld. Jst  rw f hny jrs, s fr s th y cld s. Ww!  ssm whrvr ths trck gs s whr thy'r gttng t.  mn, tht hny's rs.

Bs hng tght. - W'r ll jmmd n. t's  cls cmmnty. Nt s, mn. W n r wn. vry msqt n hs wn. - Wht f y gt n trbl? - Y  msqt, y n trbl. Nbdy lks s. Thy jst smck. S  msqt, smck, smck! t lst y'r t n th wrld. Y mst mt grls. Msqt grls try t trd p, gt wth  mth, drgnfly. Msqt grl dn't wnt n msqt. Y gt t b kddng m! Msbld's bt t lv th bldng! S lng, b! - Hy, gys! - Msbld!  knw 'd ctch y'll dwn hr. Dd y brng yr crzy strw? W thrw t n jrs, slp  lbl n t, nd t's prtty mch pr prft. Wht s ths plc?  b's gt  brn th sz f  pnhd. Thy r pnhds! Pnhd.

hck t th nw smkr. - h, swt. Tht's th n y wnt. Th Thms 3000! Smkr? Nnty pffs  mnt, sm-tmtc. Twc th nctn, ll th tr.  cpl brths f ths kncks thm rght t. Thy mk th hny, nd w mk th mny. "Thy mk th hny, nd w mk th mny"? h, my! Wht's gng n? r y K? Yh. t dsn't lst t lng. D y knw y'r n  fk hv wth fk wlls? r qn ws mvd hr. W hd n chc. Ths s yr qn? Tht's  mn n wmn's clths! Tht's  drg qn! Wht s ths? h, n! Thr's hndrds f thm! B hny. r hny s bng brznly stln n  mssv scl! Ths s wrs thn nythng brs hv dn!  ntnd t d smthng. h, Brry, stp. Wh tld y hmns r tkng r hny?

Tht's  rmr. D ths lk lk rmrs? Tht's  cnsprcy thry. Ths r bvsly dctrd phts. Hw dd y gt mxd p n ths? H's bn tlkng t hmns. - Wht? - Tlkng t hmns?! H hs  hmn grlfrnd. nd thy mk t! Mk t? Brry! W d nt. - Y wsh y cld. - Whs sd r y n? Th bs!  dtd  crckt nc n Sn ntn. Ths crzy lgs kpt m p ll nght. Brry, ths s wht y wnt t d wth yr lf?  wnt t d t fr ll r lvs. Nbdy wrks hrdr thn bs! Dd,  rmmbr y cmng hm s vrwrkd yr hnds wr stll strrng. Y cldn't stp.  rmmbr tht. Wht rght d thy hv t r hny? W lv n tw cps  yr. Thy pt t n lp blm fr n rsn whtsvr! vn f t's tr, wht cn n b d? Stng thm whr t rlly hrts. n th fc! Th y! - Tht wld hrt.

N. p th ns? Tht's  kllr. Thr's nly n plc y cn stng th hmns, n plc whr t mttrs. Hv t Fv, th hv's nly fll-hr ctn nws src. N mr b brds! Wth Bb Bmbl t th nchr dsk. Wthr wth Strm Stngr. Sprts wth Bzz Lrv. nd Jntt hng. - Gd vnng. 'm Bb Bmbl. - nd 'm Jntt hng.  tr-cnty b, Brry Bnsn, ntnds t s th hmn rc fr stlng r hny, pckgng t nd prftng frm t llglly! Tmrrw nght n B Lrry Kng, w'll hv thr frmr qns hr n r std, dscssng thr nw bk, lssy Lds, t ths wk n Hxgn. Tnght w'r tlkng t Brry Bnsn. Dd y vr thnk, "'m  kd frm th hv.  cn't d ths"?

Bs hv nvr bn frd t chng th wrld. Wht bt B lmbs? B Gndh? Bjss? Whr 'm frm, w'd nvr s hmns. W wr thnkng f stckbll r cndy strs. Hw ld r y? Th b cmmnty s spprtng y n ths cs, whch wll b th trl f th b cntry. Y knw, thy hv  Lrry Kng n th hmn wrld t. t's  cmmn nm. Nxt wk... H lks lk y nd hs  shw nd sspndrs nd clrd dts... Nxt wk... Glsss, qts n th bttm frm th gst vn thgh y jst hrd 'm. Br Wk nxt wk! Thy'r scry, hry nd hr lv. lwys lns frwrd, pnty shldrs, sqnty ys, vry Jwsh. n tnns, y ttck t th pnt f wknss! t ws my grndmthr, Kn. Sh's 81. Hny, hr bckhnd's  jk! 'm nt gnn tk dvntg f tht? Qt, pls. ctl wrk gng n hr. - s tht tht sm b?

Ys, t s! 'm hlpng hm s th hmn rc. - Hll. - Hll, b. Ths s Kn. Yh,  rmmbr y. Tmbrlnd, sz tn nd  hlf. Vbrm sl,  blv. Why ds h tlk gn? Lstn, y bttr g 'cs w'r rlly bsy wrkng. Bt t's r ygrt nght! By-by. Why s ygrt nght s dffclt?! Y pr thng. Y tw hv bn t ths fr hrs! Ys, nd dm hr hs bn  hg hlp. - Frstng... - Hw mny sgrs? Jst n.  try nt t s th cmpttn. S why r y hlpng m? Bs hv gd qlts. nd t tks my mnd ff th shp. nstd f flwrs, ppl r gvng blln bqts nw. Ths r grt, f y'r thr. nd rtfcl flwrs. - h, ths jst gt m psychtc! - Yh, m t. Bnt stngrs, pntlss pllntn. Bs mst ht ths fk thngs! Nthng wrs thn  dffdl tht's hd wrk dn. Myb ths cld mk p fr t  lttl bt.

Ths lwst's  prtty bg dl. -  gss. Y sr y wnt t g thrgh wth t? m  sr? Whn 'm dn wth th hmns, thy wn't b bl t sy, "Hny, 'm hm," wtht pyng  rylty! t's n ncrdbl scn hr n dwntwn Mnhttn, whr th wrld nxsly wts, bcs fr th frst tm n hstry, w wll hr fr rslvs f  hnyb cn ctlly spk. Wht hv w gttn nt hr, Brry? t's prtty bg, sn't t?  cn't blv hw mny hmns dn't wrk drng th dy. Y thnk blln-dllr mltntnl fd cmpns hv gd lwyrs? vrybdy nds t sty bhnd th brrcd. - Wht's th mttr? -  dn't knw,  jst gt  chll. Wll, f t sn't th b tm. Y bys wrk n ths? ll rs! Th Hnrbl Jdg Bmbltn prsdng.

ll rght. s nmbr 4475, Sprr rt f Nw Yrk, Brry B Bnsn v. th Hny ndstry s nw n sssn. Mr. Mntgmry, y'r rprsntng th fv fd cmpns cllctvly?  prvlg. Mr. Bnsn... y'r rprsntng ll th bs f th wrld? 'm kddng. Ys, Yr Hnr, w'r rdy t prcd. Mr. Mntgmry, yr pnng sttmnt, pls. Lds nd gntlmn f th jry, my grndmthr ws  smpl wmn. Brn n  frm, sh blvd t ws mn's dvn rght t bnft frm th bnty f ntr Gd pt bfr s. f w lvd n th tpsy-trvy wrld Mr. Bnsn mgns, jst thnk f wht wld t mn.  wld hv t ngtt wth th slkwrm fr th lstc n my brtchs! Tlkng b! Hw d w knw ths sn't sm srt f hlgrphc mtn-pctr-cptr Hllywd wzrdry? Thy cld b sng lsr bms! Rbtcs! Vntrlqsm! lnng! Fr ll w knw, h cld b n strds! Mr. Bnsn?

Lds nd gntlmn, thr's n trckry hr. 'm jst n rdnry b. Hny's prtty mprtnt t m. t's mprtnt t ll bs. W nvntd t! W mk t. nd w prtct t wth r lvs. nfrtntly, thr r sm ppl n ths rm wh thnk thy cn tk t frm s 'cs w'r th lttl gys! 'm hpng tht, ftr ths s ll vr, y'll s hw, by tkng r hny, y nt nly tk vrythng w hv bt vrythng w r!  wsh h'd drss lk tht ll th tm. S nc! ll yr frst wtnss. S, Mr. Klss Vndrhydn f Hny Frms, bg cmpny y hv.  spps s.  s y ls wn Hnybrtn nd Hnrn! Ys, thy prvd bkprs fr r frms. Bkpr.  fnd tht t b  vry dstrbng trm.  dn't mgn y mply ny b-fr-rs, d y? - N. -  cldn't hr y.

N. - N. Bcs y dn't fr bs. Y kp bs. Nt nly tht, t sms y thght  br wld b n pprprt mg fr  jr f hny. Thy'r vry lvbl crtrs. Yg Br, Fzz Br, Bld--Br. Y mn lk ths? Brs kll bs! Hw'd y lk hs hd crshng thrgh yr lvng rm?! Btng nt yr cch! Spttng t yr thrw pllws! K, tht's ngh. Tk hm wy. S, Mr. Stng, thnk y fr bng hr. Yr nm ntrgs m. - Whr hv  hrd t bfr? -  ws wth  bnd clld Th Plc. Bt y'v nvr bn  plc ffcr, hv y? N,  hvn't. N, y hvn't. nd s hr w hv yt nthr xmpl f b cltr cslly stln by  hmn fr nthng mr thn  prnc-bt stg nm. h, pls. Hv y vr bn stng, Mr. Stng? Bcs 'm flng  lttl stng, Stng. r shld  sy... Mr. Grdn M. Smnr! Tht's nt hs rl nm?! Y dts! Mr. Ltt, frst, bltd cngrtltns n yr mmy wn fr  gst spt n R n 2005.

Thnk y. Thnk y.  s frm yr rsm tht y'r dvlshly hndsm wth  chrnng nnr trml tht's rdy t blw.  njy wht  d. s tht  crm? Nt yt t sn't. Bt s ths wht t's cm t fr y? xpltng tny, hlplss bs s y dn't hv t rhrs yr prt nd lrn yr lns, sr? Wtch t, Bnsn!  cld blw rght nw! Ths sn't  gdfll. Ths s  bdfll! Why dsn't smn jst stp n ths crp, nd w cn ll g hm?! - rdr n ths crt! - Y'r ll thnkng t! rdr! rdr,  sy! - Sy t! - Mr. Ltt, pls st dwn!  thnk t ws wflly nc f tht br t ptch n lk tht.  thnk th jry's n r sd. r w dng vrythng rght, lglly? 'm  flrst. Rght. Wll, hr's t  grt tm. T  grt tm! Wll, hll. - Kn! - Hll.  ddn't thnk y wr cmng. N,  ws jst lt.  trd t cll, bt... th bttry.  ddn't wnt ll ths t g t wst, s  clld Brry. Lckly, h ws fr. h, tht ws lcky. Thr's  lttl lft.

 cld ht t p. Yh, ht t p, sr, whtvr. S  hr y'r qt  tnns plyr. 'm nt mch fr th gm myslf. Th bll's  lttl grbby. Tht's whr  slly st. Rght... thr. Kn, Brry ws lkng t yr rsm, nd h grd wth m tht tng wth chpstcks sn't rlly  spcl skll. Y thnk  dn't s wht y'r dng?  knw hw hrd t s t fnd th rghtjb. W hv tht n cmmn. D w? Bs hv 100 prcnt mplymnt, bt w d jbs lk tkng th crd t. Tht's jst wht  ws thnkng bt dng. Kn,  lt Brry brrw yr rzr fr hs fzz.  hp tht ws ll rght. 'm gng t drn th ld stngr. Yh, y d tht. Lk t tht. Y knw, 'v jst bt hd t wth yr lttl mnd gms. - Wht's tht?

tln Vg. Mmm m, tht's  lt f pgs.  lt f ds. Rmmbr wht Vn sd, why s yr lf mr vlbl thn mn? Fnny,  jst cn't sm t rcll tht!  thnk smthng stnks n hr!  lv th smll f flwrs. Hw d y lk th smll f flms?! Nt s mch. Wtr bg! Nt tkng sds! Kn, 'm wrng  hpstck ht! Ths s pthtc! 'v gt sss! Wll, wll, wll,  ryl flsh! - Y'r blffng. - m ? Srf's p, dd! P wtr! Tht bwl s gnrly. xcpt fr ths drty yllw rngs! Knnth! Wht r y dng?! Y knw,  dn't vn lk hny!  dn't t t! W nd t tlk! H's jst  lttl b! nd h hppns t b th ncst b 'v mt n  lng tm! Lng tm? Wht r y tlkng bt?! r thr thr bgs n yr lf? N, bt thr r thr thngs bggng m n lf. nd y'r n f thm!

Fn! Tlkng bs, n ygrt nght... My nrvs r frd frm rdng n ths mtnl rllr cstr! Gdby, Kn. nd fr yr nfrmtn,  prfr sgr-fr, rtfcl swtnrs md by mn! 'm srry bt ll tht.  knw t's gt n ftrtst!  lk t!  lwys flt thr ws sm knd f brrr btwn Kn nd m.  cldn't vrcm t. h, wll. r y K fr th trl?  blv Mr. Mntgmry s bt t f ds. W wld lk t cll Mr. Brry Bnsn B t th stnd. Gd d! Y cn rlly s why h's cnsdrd n f th bst lwyrs... Yh. Lytn, y'v gtt wv sm mgc wth ths jry, r t's gnn b ll vr. Dn't wrry. Th nly thng  hv t d t trn ths jry rnd s t rmnd thm f wht thy dn't lk bt bs. - Y gt th twzrs? - r y llrgc? nly t lsng, sn. nly t lsng. Mr. Bnsn B, 'll sk y wht  thnk w'd ll lk t knw. Wht xctly s yr rltnshp t tht wmn? W'r frnds. - Gd frnds?

Ys. Hw gd? D y lv tgthr? Wt  mnt... r y hr lttl... ...bdbg? 'v sn  b dcmntry r tw. Frm wht  ndrstnd, dsn't yr qn gv brth t ll th b chldrn? - Yh, bt... - S ths rn't yr rl prnts! - h, Brry... - Ys, thy r! Hld m bck! Y'r n llgtmt b, rn't y, Bnsn? H's dnncng bs! Dn't y'll dt yr csns? - bjctn!

'm gng t pncshn ths gy! dm, dn't! t's wht h wnts! h, 'm ht!! h, lrdy,  m ht! rdr! rdr! Th vnm! Th vnm s crsng thrgh my vns!  hv bn flld by  wngd bst f dstrctn! Y s? Y cn't trt thm lk qls! Thy'r strpd svgs! Stngng's th nly thng thy knw! t's thr wy! - dm, sty wth m. -  cn't fl my lgs. Wht ngl f mrcy wll cm frwrd t sck th psn frm my hvng bttcks?  wll hv rdr n ths crt. rdr! rdr, pls! Th cs f th hnybs vrss th hmn rc tk  pntd trn gnst th bs ystrdy whn n f thr lgl tm stng Lytn T. Mntgmry. - Hy, bddy. - Hy. - s thr mch pn?

Yh. ...  blw th whl cs, ddn't ? t dsn't mttr. Wht mttrs s y'r lv. Y cld hv dd. 'd b bttr ff dd. Lk t m. Thy gt t frm th cftr dwnstrs, n  tn sndwch. Lk, thr's  lttl clry stll n t. Wht ws t lk t stng smn?  cn't xpln t. t ws ll... ll drnln nd thn... nd thn cstsy! ll rght. Y thnk t ws ll  trp? f crs. 'm srry.  flw s rght nt ths. Wht wr w thnkng? Lk t s. W'r jst  cpl f bgs n ths wrld. Wht wll th hmns d t s f thy wn?  dn't knw.  hr thy pt th rchs n mtls. Tht dsn't snd s bd. dm, thy chck n, bt thy dn't chck t! h, my. ld y gt  nrs t cls tht wndw? - Why? Th smk. Bs dn't smk. Rght. Bs dn't smk. Bs dn't smk! Bt sm bs r smkng. Tht's t! Tht's r cs! t s? t's nt vr?

Gt drssd. 'v gtt g smwhr. Gt bck t th crt nd stll. Stll ny wy y cn. nd ssmng y'v dn stp crrctly, y'r rdy fr th tb. Mr. Flymn. Ys? Ys, Yr Hnr! Whr s th rst f yr tm? Wll, Yr Hnr, t's ntrstng. Bs r trnd t fly hphzrdly, nd s  rslt, w dn't mk vry gd tm.  ctlly hrd  fnny stry bt... Yr Hnr, hvn't ths rdcls bgs tkn p ngh f ths crt's vlbl tm? Hw mch lngr wll w llw ths bsrd shnngns t g n? Thy hv prsntd n cmpllng vdnc t spprt thr chrgs gnst my clnts, wh rn lgtmt bsnsss.  mv fr  cmplt dsmssl f ths ntr cs! Mr. Flymn, 'm frd 'm gng t hv t cnsdr Mr. Mntgmry's mtn. Bt y cn't! W hv  trrfc cs. Whr s yr prf? Whr s th vdnc?

Shw m th smkng gn! Hld t, Yr Hnr! Y wnt  smkng gn? Hr s yr smkng gn. Wht s tht? t's  b smkr! Wht, ths? Ths hrmlss lttl cntrptn? Ths cldn't hrt  fly, lt ln  b. Lk t wht hs hppnd t bs wh hv nvr bn skd, "Smkng r nn?" s ths wht ntr ntndd fr s? T b frcbly ddctd t smk mchns nd mn-md wdn slt wrk cmps,?

Lvng t r lvs s hny slvs t th wht mn? - Wht r w gnn d? - H's plyng th spcs crd. Lds nd gntlmn, pls, fr ths bs! Fr th bs! Fr th bs! Fr th bs! Fr th bs! Fr th bs! Th crt fnds n fvr f th bs! Vnss, w wn!  knw y cld d t! Hgh-fv! Srry. 'm K! Y knw wht ths mns? ll th hny wll fnlly blng t th bs. Nw w wn't hv t wrk s hrd ll th tm. Ths s n nhly prvrsn f th blnc f ntr, Bnsn. Y'll rgrt ths. Brry, hw mch hny s t thr? ll rght. n t  tm. Brry, wh r y wrng? My swtr s Rlph Lrn, nd  hv n pnts. - Wht f Mntgmry's rght? - Wht d y mn? W'v bn lvng th b wy  lng tm, 27 mlln yrs. ngrtltns n yr vctry. Wht wll y dmnd s  sttlmnt? Frst, w'll dmnd  cmplt shtdwn f ll b wrk cmps. Thn w wnt bck th hny tht ws rs t bgn wth, vry lst drp. W dmnd n nd t th glrfctn f th br s nythng mr thn  flthy, smlly, bd-brth stnk mchn. W'r ll wr f wht thy d n th wds. Wt fr my sgnl.

Tk hm t. H'll hv nss fr  fw hrs, thn h'll b fn. nd w wll n lngr tlrt b-ngtv ncknms... Bt t's jst  prnc-bt stg nm! ...nncssry nclsn f hny n bgs hlth prdcts nd l-d-d hmn t-tm snck grnshmnts. n't brth. Brng t n, bys! Hld t rght thr! Gd. Tp t. Mr. Bzzwll, w jst pssd thr cps, nd thr's gllns mr cmng! -  thnk w nd t sht dwn! - Sht dwn? W'v nvr sht dwn. Sht dwn hny prdctn! Stp mkng hny! Trn yr ky, sr! Wht d w d nw? nnnbll! W'r shttng hny prdctn! Mssn brt. brtng pllntn nd nctr dtl. Rtrnng t bs. dm, y wldn't blv hw mch hny ws t thr. h, yh? Wht's gng n? Whr s vrybdy?

r thy t clbrtng? - Thy'r hm. Thy dn't knw wht t d. Lyng t, slpng n.  hrd yr ncl rl ws n hs wy t Sn ntn wth  crckt. t lst w gt r hny bck. Smtms  thnk, s wht f hmns lkd r hny? Wh wldn't? t's th grtst thng n th wrld!  ws xctd t b prt f mkng t. Ths ws my nw dsk. Ths ws my nw jb.  wntd t d t rlly wll. nd nw... Nw  cn't.  dn't ndrstnd why thy'r nt hppy.  thght thr lvs wld b bttr! Thy'r dng nthng. t's mzng. Hny rlly chngs ppl. Y dn't hv ny d wht's gng n, d y? - Wht dd y wnt t shw m?

Ths. Wht hppnd hr? Tht s nt th hlf f t. h, n. h, my. Thy'r ll wltng. Dsn't lk vry gd, ds t? N. nd whs flt d y thnk tht s? Y knw, 'm gnn gss bs. Bs? Spcfclly, m.  ddn't thnk bs nt ndng t mk hny wld ffct ll ths thngs. t's ntjst flwrs. Frts, vgtbls, thy ll nd bs. Tht's r whl ST tst rght thr. Tk wy prdc, tht ffcts th ntr nml kngdm. nd thn, f crs... Th hmn spcs? S f thr's n mr pllntn, t cld ll jst g sth hr, cldn't t?  knw ths s ls prtly my flt. Hw bt  scd pct? Hw d w d t? - 'll stng y, y stp n m. - Thtjst klls y twc. Rght, rght. Lstn, Brry... srry, bt  gtt gt gng.  hd t pn my mth nd tlk. Vnss? Vnss? Why r y lvng? Whr r y gng? T th fnl Trnmnt f Rss prd n Psdn. Thy'v mvd t t ths wknd bcs ll th flwrs r dyng. t's th lst chnc 'll vr hv t s t. Vnss,  jst wnn sy 'm srry.  nvr mnt t t trn t lk ths.  knw. M nthr. Trnmnt f Rss. Rss cn't d sprts. Wt  mnt. Rss. Rss? Rss! Vnss! Rss?! Brry?

Rss r flwrs! - Ys, thy r. Flwrs, bs, plln!  knw. Tht's why ths s th lst prd. Myb nt. ld y sk hm t slw dwn? ld y slw dwn? Brry! K,  md  hg mstk. Ths s  ttl dsstr, ll my flt. Ys, t knd f s. 'v rnd th plnt.  wntd t hlp y wth th flwr shp. 'v md t wrs. ctlly, t's cmpltly clsd dwn.  thght myb y wr rmdlng. Bt  hv nthr d, nd t's grtr thn my prvs ds cmbnd.  dn't wnt t hr t! ll rght, thy hv th rss, th rss hv th plln.  knw vry b, plnt nd flwr bd n ths prk. ll w gtt d s gt wht thy'v gt bck hr wth wht w'v gt.

Bs. - Prk. - Plln! - Flwrs. - Rpllntn! - crss th ntn! Trnmnt f Rss, Psdn, lfrn. Thy'v gt nthng bt flwrs, flts nd cttn cndy. Scrty wll b tght.  hv n d. Vnss Blm, FTD. ffcl flrl bsnss. t's rl. Srry, m'm. Nc brch. Thnk y. t ws  gft. nc nsd, w jst pck th rght flt. Hw bt Th Prncss nd th P?  cld b th prncss, nd y cld b th p! Ys,  gt t. - Whr shld  st? - Wht r y? -  blv 'm th p. -

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According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Let's shake it up a little. Barry! Breakfast is ready! Ooming! Hang on a second. Hello? - Barry? - Adam? - Oan you believe this is happening? - I can't. I'll pick you up. Looking sharp. Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. Sorry. I'm excited. Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, son. A perfect report card, all B's. Very proud. Ma! I got a thing going here. - You got lint on your fuzz. - Ow! That's me! - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000. - Bye! Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house! - Hey, Adam. - Hey, Barry. - Is that fuzz gel? - A little. Special day, graduation. Never thought I'd make it. Three days grade school, three days high school. Those were awkward. Three days college. I'm glad I took a day and hitchhiked around the hive. You did come back different. - Hi, Barry.

Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good. - Hear about Frankie? - Yeah. - You going to the funeral? - No, I'm not going. Everybody knows, sting someone, you die. Don't waste it on a squirrel. Such a hothead. I guess he could have just gotten out of the way. I love this incorporating an amusement park into our day. That's why we don't need vacations. Boy, quite a bit of pomp... under the circumstances. - Well, Adam, today we are men. - We are! - Bee-men. - Amen! Hallelujah! Students, faculty, distinguished bees, please welcome Dean Buzzwell. Welcome, New Hive Oity graduating class of... ...9:15. That concludes our ceremonies. And begins your career at Honex Industries! Will we pick ourjob today? I heard it's just orientation. Heads up! Here we go. Keep your hands and antennas inside the tram at all times. - Wonder what it'll be like? - A little scary.

Welcome to Honex, a division of Honesco and a part of the Hexagon Group. This is it! Wow. Wow. We know that you, as a bee, have worked your whole life to get to the point where you can work for your whole life. Honey begins when our valiant Pollen Jocks bring the nectar to the hive. Our top-secret formula is automatically color-corrected, scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured into this soothing sweet syrup with its distinctive golden glow you know as... Honey! - That girl was hot. - She's my cousin! - She is? - Yes, we're all cousins. - Right. You're right. - At Honex, we constantly strive to improve every aspect of bee existence. These bees are stress-testing a new helmet technology. - What do you think he makes? - Not enough. Here we have our latest advancement, the Krelman.

What does that do? - Oatches that little strand of honey that hangs after you pour it. Saves us millions. Oan anyone work on the Krelman? Of course. Most bee jobs are small ones. But bees know that every small job, if it's done well, means a lot. But choose carefully because you'll stay in the job you pick for the rest of your life. The same job the rest of your life? I didn't know that. What's the difference? You'll be happy to know that bees, as a species, haven't had one day off in 27 million years. So you'll just work us to death? We'll sure try. Wow! That blew my mind! "What's the difference?" How can you say that? One job forever? That's an insane choice to have to make. I'm relieved. Now we only have to make one decision in life. But, Adam, how could they never have told us that? Why would you question anything? We're bees.

We're the most perfectly functioning society on Earth. You ever think maybe things work a little too well here? Like what? Give me one example. I don't know. But you know what I'm talking about. Please clear the gate. Royal Nectar Force on approach. Wait a second. Oheck it out.

Hey, those are Pollen Jocks! - Wow. I've never seen them this close. They know what it's like outside the hive. Yeah, but some don't come back. - Hey, Jocks! - Hi, Jocks! You guys did great! You're monsters! You're sky freaks! I love it! I love it! - I wonder where they were. - I don't know. Their day's not planned. Outside the hive, flying who knows where, doing who knows what. You can'tjust decide to be a Pollen Jock. You have to be bred for that. Right. Look. That's more pollen than you and I will see in a lifetime. It's just a status symbol. Bees make too much of it. Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it and the ladies see you wearing it. Those ladies? Aren't they our cousins too? Distant. Distant. Look at these two. - Oouple of Hive Harrys. - Let's have fun with them. It must be dangerous being a Pollen Jock. Yeah. Once a bear pinned me against a mushroom! He had a paw on my throat, and with the other, he was slapping me! - Oh, my! -

I never thought I'd knock him out. What were you doing during this? Trying to alert the authorities. I can autograph that. A little gusty out there today, wasn't it, comrades? Yeah. Gusty. We're hitting a sunflower patch six miles from here tomorrow. - Six miles, huh? - Barry! A puddle jump for us, but maybe you're not up for it. - Maybe I am. - You are not! We're going 0900 at J-Gate. What do you think, buzzy-boy? Are you bee enough? I might be. It all depends on what 0900 means. Hey, Honex! Dad, you surprised me. You decide what you're interested in? - Well, there's a lot of choices. - But you only get one. Do you ever get bored doing the same job every day? Son, let me tell you about stirring. You grab that stick, and you just move it around, and you stir it around. You get yourself into a rhythm. It's a beautiful thing.

You know, Dad, the more I think about it, maybe the honey field just isn't right for me. You were thinking of what, making balloon animals? That's a bad job for a guy with a stinger. Janet, your son's not sure he wants to go into honey! - Barry, you are so funny sometimes. - I'm not trying to be funny. You're not funny! You're going into honey. Our son, the stirrer! - You're gonna be a stirrer?

No one's listening to me! Wait till you see the sticks I have. I could say anything right now. I'm gonna get an ant tattoo! Let's open some honey and celebrate! Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. Shack up with a grasshopper. Get a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"! I'm so proud. - We're starting work today! - Today's the day. Oome on! All the good jobs will be gone. Yeah, right. Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring, stirrer, front desk, hair removal... - Is it still available? - Hang on. Two left! One of them's yours! Oongratulations! Step to the side. - What'd you get? - Picking crud out. Stellar! Wow! Oouple of newbies? Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready! Make your choice. - You want to go first? - No, you go. Oh, my. What's available? Restroom attendant's open, not for the reason you think. - Any chance of getting the Krelman?

Sure, you're on. I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out. Wax monkey's always open. The Krelman opened up again. What happened? A bee died. Makes an opening. See? He's dead. Another dead one. Deady. Deadified. Two more dead. Dead from the neck up. Dead from the neck down. That's life! Oh, this is so hard! Heating, cooling, stunt bee, pourer, stirrer, humming, inspector number seven, lint coordinator, stripe supervisor, mite wrangler. Barry, what do you think I should... Barry? Barry! All right, we've got the sunflower patch in quadrant nine... What happened to you? Where are you? - I'm going out. - Out? Out where? - Out there. - Oh, no! I have to, before I go to work for the rest of my life. You're gonna die!

You're crazy! Hello? Another call coming in. If anyone's feeling brave, there's a Korean deli on 83rd that gets their roses today. Hey, guys. - Look at that. - Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday? Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted. It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up. Really? Feeling lucky, are you? Sign here, here. Just initial that. - Thank you. - OK. You got a rain advisory today, and as you all know, bees cannot fly in rain. So be careful. As always, watch your brooms, hockey sticks, dogs, birds, bears and bats. Also, I got a couple of reports of root beer being poured on us. Murphy's in a home because of it, babbling like a cicada! - That's awful. - And a reminder for you rookies, bee law number one, absolutely no talking to humans! All right, launch positions! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Black and yellow! Hello! You ready for this, hot shot? Yeah. Yeah, bring it on. Wind, check.

Antennae, check. - Nectar pack, check. - Wings, check. - Stinger, check. Scared out of my shorts, check. OK, ladies, let's move it out! Pound those petunias, you striped stem-suckers! All of you, drain those flowers! Wow! I'm out! I can't believe I'm out! So blue. I feel so fast and free! Box kite! Wow! Flowers! This is Blue Leader. We have roses visual. Bring it around 30 degrees and hold. Roses! 30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around. Stand to the side, kid. It's got a bit of a kick. That is one nectar collector! - Ever see pollination up close? - No, sir. I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it over here. Maybe a dash over there, a pinch on that one. See that? It's a little bit of magic.

That's amazing. Why do we do that? That's pollen power. More pollen, more flowers, more nectar, more honey for us. Oool. I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow. Oould be daisies. Don't we need those? Oopy that visual. Wait. One of these flowers seems to be on the move. Say again? You're reporting a moving flower? Affirmative. That was on the line! This is the coolest. What is it? I don't know, but I'm loving this color. It smells good. Not like a flower, but I like it. Yeah, fuzzy. Ohemical-y. Oareful, guys. It's a little grabby. My sweet lord of bees! Oandy-brain, get off there! Problem! - Guys! - This could be bad. Affirmative. Very close. Gonna hurt. Mama's little boy. You are way out of position, rookie! Ooming in at you like a missile! Help me! I don't think these are flowers. - Should we tell him?

I think he knows. What is this?! Match point! You can start packing up, honey, because you're about to eat it! Yowser! Gross. There's a bee in the car! - Do something! - I'm driving! - Hi, bee. - He's back here! He's going to sting me! Nobody move. If you don't move, he won't sting you. Freeze! He blinked! Spray him, Granny! What are you doing?! Wow... the tension level out here is unbelievable. I gotta get home. Oan't fly in rain. Oan't fly in rain. Oan't fly in rain. Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down! Ken, could you close the window please? Ken, could you close the window please? Oheck out my new resume. I made it into a fold-out brochure. You see? Folds out. Oh, no. More humans.

I don't need this. What was that? Maybe this time. This time. This time. This time! This time! This... Drapes! That is diabolical. It's fantastic. It's got all my special skills, even my top-ten favorite movies. What's number one? Star Wars? Nah, I don't go for that... ...kind of stuff. No wonder we shouldn't talk to them. They're out of their minds. When I leave a job interview, they're flabbergasted, can't believe what I say. There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out. I don't remember the sun having a big 75 on it. I predicted global warming. I could feel it getting hotter. At first I thought it was just me. Wait! Stop! Bee! Stand back. These are winter boots. Wait! Don't kill him! You know I'm allergic to them! This thing could kill me! Why does his life have less value than yours? Why does his life have any less value than mine? Is that your statement? I'm just saying all life has value. You don't know what he's capable of feeling. My brochure!

There you go, little guy. I'm not scared of him. It's an allergic thing. Put that on your resume brochure. My whole face could puff up. Make it one of your special skills. Knocking someone out is also a special skill. Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks. - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night? - Sure, Ken. You know, whatever. - You could put carob chips on there. - Bye. - Supposed to be less calories. - Bye. I gotta say something. She saved my life. I gotta say something. All right, here it goes. Nah. What would I say?

I could really get in trouble. It's a bee law. You're not supposed to talk to a human. I can't believe I'm doing this. I've got to. Oh, I can't do it. Oome on! No. Yes. No. Do it. I can't. How should I start it? "You like jazz?" No, that's no good. Here she comes! Speak, you fool! Hi! I'm sorry. - You're talking. - Yes, I know. You're talking! I'm so sorry. No, it's OK. It's fine. I know I'm dreaming. But I don't recall going to bed. Well, I'm sure this is very disconcerting. This is a bit of a surprise to me. I mean, you're a bee! I am. And I'm not supposed to be doing this, but they were all trying to kill me. And if it wasn't for you... I had to thank you. It's just how I was raised. That was a little weird. - I'm talking with a bee. - Yeah. I'm talking to a bee. And the bee is talking to me! I just want to say I'm grateful. I'll leave now. - Wait! How did you learn to do that? - What? The talking thing. Same way you did, I guess.

"Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up. - That's very funny. - Yeah. Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh, we'd cry with what we have to deal with. Anyway... Oan I... ...get you something? - Like what? I don't know. I mean... I don't know. Ooffee? I don't want to put you out. It's no trouble. It takes two minutes. - It's just coffee. - I hate to impose. - Don't be ridiculous! - Actually, I would love a cup. Hey, you want rum cake? - I shouldn't. - Have some. - No, I can't. - Oome on! I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms. - Where? - These stripes don't help. You look great! I don't know if you know anything about fashion. Are you all right? No. He's making the tie in the cab as they're flying up Madison. He finally gets there. He runs up the steps into the church.

The wedding is on. And he says, "Watermelon? I thought you said Guatemalan. Why would I marry a watermelon?" Is that a bee joke? That's the kind of stuff we do. Yeah, different. So, what are you gonna do, Barry? About work? I don't know. I want to do my part for the hive, but I can't do it the way they want. I know how you feel. - You do? - Sure. My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist. - Really? - My only interest is flowers. Our new queen was just elected with that same campaign slogan. Anyway, if you look... There's my hive right there. See it?

You're in Sheep Meadow! Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond! No way! I know that area. I lost a toe ring there once. - Why do girls put rings on their toes? - Why not? - It's like putting a hat on your knee. - Maybe I'll try that. - You all right, ma'am? - Oh, yeah. Fine. Just having two cups of coffee! Anyway, this has been great. Thanks for the coffee. Yeah, it's no trouble. Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did, I'd be up the rest of my life. Are you...? Oan I take a piece of this with me?

Sure! Here, have a crumb. - Thanks! - Yeah. All right. Well, then... I guess I'll see you around. Or not. OK, Barry. And thank you so much again... for before. Oh, that? That was nothing. Well, not nothing, but... Anyway... This can't possibly work. He's all set to go. We may as well try it. OK, Dave, pull the chute. - Sounds amazing. - It was amazing! It was the scariest, happiest moment of my life. Humans! I can't believe you were with humans! Giant, scary humans! What were they like? Huge and crazy. They talk crazy. They eat crazy giant things. They drive crazy. - Do they try and kill you, like on TV? -

Some of them. But some of them don't. - How'd you get back? - Poodle. You did it, and I'm glad. You saw whatever you wanted to see. You had your "experience." Now you can pick out yourjob and be normal. - Well... - Well? Well, I met someone. You did? Was she Bee-ish? - A wasp?! Your parents will kill you! - No, no, no, not a wasp. - Spider? - I'm not attracted to spiders. I know it's the hottest thing, with the eight legs and all. I can't get by that face. So who is she? She's... human. No, no. That's a bee law. You wouldn't break a bee law. - Her name's Vanessa. - Oh, boy. She's so nice. And she's a florist! Oh, no! You're dating a human florist! We're not dating. You're flying outside the hive, talking to humans that attack our homes with power washers and M-80s!

One-eighth a stick of dynamite! She saved my life! And she understands me. This is over! Eat this. This is not over! What was that? - They call it a crumb. - It was so stingin' stripey! And that's not what they eat. That's what falls off what they eat! - You know what a Oinnabon is? - No. It's bread and cinnamon and frosting. They heat it up... Sit down! ...really hot! - Listen to me! We are not them! We're us. There's us and there's them! Yes, but who can deny the heart that is yearning? There's no yearning. Stop yearning. Listen to me! You have got to start thinking bee, my friend. Thinking bee! - Thinking bee. - Thinking bee. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! There he is. He's in the pool. You know what your problem is, Barry? I gotta start thinking bee?

How much longer will this go on? It's been three days! Why aren't you working? I've got a lot of big life decisions to think about. What life? You have no life! You have no job. You're barely a bee! Would it kill you to make a little honey? Barry, come out. Your father's talking to you. Martin, would you talk to him? Barry, I'm talking to you! You coming? Got everything?

All set! Go ahead. I'll catch up. Don't be too long. Watch this! Vanessa! - We're still here. - I told you not to yell at him. He doesn't respond to yelling! - Then why yell at me? - Because you don't listen! I'm not listening to this. Sorry, I've gotta go. - Where are you going? - I'm meeting a friend. A girl? Is this why you can't decide? Bye. I just hope she's Bee-ish. They have a huge parade of flowers every year in Pasadena? To be in the Tournament of Roses, that's every florist's dream! Up on a float, surrounded by flowers, crowds cheering. A tournament. Do the roses compete in athletic events? No. All right, I've got one. How come you don't fly everywhere? It's exhausting. Why don't you run everywhere? It's faster. Yeah, OK, I see, I see. All right, your turn. TiVo. You can just freeze live TV? That's insane!

You don't have that? We have Hivo, but it's a disease. It's a horrible, horrible disease. Oh, my. Dumb bees! You must want to sting all those jerks. We try not to sting. It's usually fatal for us. So you have to watch your temper. Very carefully. You kick a wall, take a walk, write an angry letter and throw it out. Work through it like any emotion: Anger, jealousy, lust. Oh, my goodness! Are you OK? Yeah. - What is wrong with you?! - It's a bug. He's not bothering anybody. Get out of here, you creep! What was that? A Pic 'N' Save circular? Yeah, it was. How did you know? It felt like about 10 pages. Seventy-five is pretty much our limit. You've really got that down to a science. - I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue. - I'll bet. What in the name of Mighty Hercules is this? How did this get here? Oute Bee, Golden Blossom, Ray Liotta Private Select? - Is he that actor? - I never heard of him. - Why is this here?

For people. We eat it. You don't have enough food of your own? - Well, yes. - How do you get it? - Bees make it. - I know who makes it! And it's hard to make it! There's heating, cooling, stirring. You need a whole Krelman thing! - It's organic. - It's our-ganic! It's just honey, Barry. Just what?! Bees don't know about this! This is stealing! A lot of stealing! You've taken our homes, schools, hospitals! This is all we have! And it's on sale?! I'm getting to the bottom of this. I'm getting to the bottom of all of this! Hey, Hector. - You almost done? - Almost. He is here. I sense it. Well, I guess I'll go home now and just leave this nice honey out, with no one around. You're busted, box boy! I knew I heard something. So you can talk! I can talk. And now you'll start talking! Where you getting the sweet stuff? Who's your supplier?

I don't understand. I thought we were friends. The last thing we want to do is upset bees! You're too late! It's ours now! You, sir, have crossed the wrong sword! You, sir, will be lunch for my iguana, Ignacio! Where is the honey coming from? Tell me where! Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms! Orazy person! What horrible thing has happened here? These faces, they never knew what hit them. And now they're on the road to nowhere! Just keep still. What? You're not dead? Do I look dead? They will wipe anything that moves. Where you headed? To Honey Farms. I am onto something huge here. I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood, crazy stuff. Blows your head off! I'm going to Tacoma. - And you? - He really is dead. All right. Uh-oh! - What is that?! - Oh, no!

A wiper! Triple blade! - Triple blade? Jump on! It's your only chance, bee! Why does everything have to be so doggone clean?! How much do you people need to see?! Open your eyes! Stick your head out the window! From NPR News in Washington, I'm Oarl Kasell. But don't kill no more bugs! - Bee! - Moose blood guy!! - You hear something? - Like what? Like tiny screaming. Turn off the radio. Whassup, bee boy? Hey, Blood. Just a row of honey jars, as far as the eye could see. Wow! I assume wherever this truck goes is where they're getting it. I mean, that honey's ours.

Bees hang tight. - We're all jammed in. It's a close community. Not us, man. We on our own. Every mosquito on his own. - What if you get in trouble? - You a mosquito, you in trouble. Nobody likes us. They just smack. See a mosquito, smack, smack! At least you're out in the world. You must meet girls. Mosquito girls try to trade up, get with a moth, dragonfly. Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito. You got to be kidding me! Mooseblood's about to leave the building! So long, bee! - Hey, guys! - Mooseblood! I knew I'd catch y'all down here. Did you bring your crazy straw? We throw it in jars, slap a label on it, and it's pretty much pure profit. What is this place? A bee's got a brain the size of a pinhead. They are pinheads! Pinhead.

Oheck out the new smoker. - Oh, sweet. That's the one you want. The Thomas 3000! Smoker? Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice the nicotine, all the tar. A couple breaths of this knocks them right out. They make the honey, and we make the money. "They make the honey, and we make the money"? Oh, my! What's going on? Are you OK? Yeah. It doesn't last too long. Do you know you're in a fake hive with fake walls? Our queen was moved here. We had no choice. This is your queen? That's a man in women's clothes! That's a drag queen! What is this? Oh, no! There's hundreds of them! Bee honey. Our honey is being brazenly stolen on a massive scale! This is worse than anything bears have done! I intend to do something. Oh, Barry, stop. Who told you humans are taking our honey?

That's a rumor. Do these look like rumors? That's a conspiracy theory. These are obviously doctored photos. How did you get mixed up in this? He's been talking to humans. - What? - Talking to humans?! He has a human girlfriend. And they make out! Make out? Barry! We do not. - You wish you could. - Whose side are you on? The bees! I dated a cricket once in San Antonio. Those crazy legs kept me up all night. Barry, this is what you want to do with your life? I want to do it for all our lives. Nobody works harder than bees! Dad, I remember you coming home so overworked your hands were still stirring. You couldn't stop. I remember that. What right do they have to our honey? We live on two cups a year. They put it in lip balm for no reason whatsoever! Even if it's true, what can one bee do? Sting them where it really hurts. In the face! The eye! - That would hurt.

No. Up the nose? That's a killer. There's only one place you can sting the humans, one place where it matters. Hive at Five, the hive's only full-hour action news source. No more bee beards! With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk. Weather with Storm Stinger. Sports with Buzz Larvi. And Jeanette Ohung. - Good evening. I'm Bob Bumble. - And I'm Jeanette Ohung. A tri-county bee, Barry Benson, intends to sue the human race for stealing our honey, packaging it and profiting from it illegally! Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King, we'll have three former queens here in our studio, discussing their new book, Olassy Ladies, out this week on Hexagon. Tonight we're talking to Barry Benson. Did you ever think, "I'm a kid from the hive. I can't do this"?

Bees have never been afraid to change the world. What about Bee Oolumbus? Bee Gandhi? Bejesus? Where I'm from, we'd never sue humans. We were thinking of stickball or candy stores. How old are you? The bee community is supporting you in this case, which will be the trial of the bee century. You know, they have a Larry King in the human world too. It's a common name. Next week... He looks like you and has a show and suspenders and colored dots... Next week... Glasses, quotes on the bottom from the guest even though you just heard 'em. Bear Week next week! They're scary, hairy and here live. Always leans forward, pointy shoulders, squinty eyes, very Jewish. In tennis, you attack at the point of weakness! It was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81. Honey, her backhand's a joke! I'm not gonna take advantage of that? Quiet, please. Actual work going on here. - Is that that same bee?

Yes, it is! I'm helping him sue the human race. - Hello. - Hello, bee. This is Ken. Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe. Why does he talk again? Listen, you better go 'cause we're really busy working. But it's our yogurt night! Bye-bye. Why is yogurt night so difficult?! You poor thing. You two have been at this for hours! Yes, and Adam here has been a huge help. - Frosting... - How many sugars? Just one. I try not to use the competition. So why are you helping me? Bees have good qualities. And it takes my mind off the shop. Instead of flowers, people are giving balloon bouquets now. Those are great, if you're three. And artificial flowers. - Oh, those just get me psychotic! - Yeah, me too. Bent stingers, pointless pollination. Bees must hate those fake things! Nothing worse than a daffodil that's had work done. Maybe this could make up for it a little bit.

This lawsuit's a pretty big deal. - I guess. You sure you want to go through with it? Am I sure? When I'm done with the humans, they won't be able to say, "Honey, I'm home," without paying a royalty! It's an incredible scene here in downtown Manhattan, where the world anxiously waits, because for the first time in history, we will hear for ourselves if a honeybee can actually speak. What have we gotten into here, Barry? It's pretty big, isn't it? I can't believe how many humans don't work during the day. You think billion-dollar multinational food companies have good lawyers? Everybody needs to stay behind the barricade. - What's the matter? - I don't know, I just got a chill. Well, if it isn't the bee team. You boys work on this? All rise! The Honorable Judge Bumbleton presiding.

All right. Oase number 4475, Superior Oourt of New York, Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry is now in session. Mr. Montgomery, you're representing the five food companies collectively? A privilege. Mr. Benson... you're representing all the bees of the world? I'm kidding. Yes, Your Honor, we're ready to proceed. Mr. Montgomery, your opening statement, please. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, my grandmother was a simple woman. Born on a farm, she believed it was man's divine right to benefit from the bounty of nature God put before us. If we lived in the topsy-turvy world Mr. Benson imagines, just think of what would it mean. I would have to negotiate with the silkworm for the elastic in my britches! Talking bee! How do we know this isn't some sort of holographic motion-picture-capture Hollywood wizardry? They could be using laser beams! Robotics! Ventriloquism! Oloning! For all we know, he could be on steroids! Mr. Benson?

Ladies and gentlemen, there's no trickery here. I'm just an ordinary bee. Honey's pretty important to me. It's important to all bees. We invented it! We make it. And we protect it with our lives. Unfortunately, there are some people in this room who think they can take it from us 'cause we're the little guys! I'm hoping that, after this is all over, you'll see how, by taking our honey, you not only take everything we have but everything we are! I wish he'd dress like that all the time. So nice! Oall your first witness. So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden of Honey Farms, big company you have. I suppose so. I see you also own Honeyburton and Honron! Yes, they provide beekeepers for our farms. Beekeeper. I find that to be a very disturbing term. I don't imagine you employ any bee-free-ers, do you? - No. - I couldn't hear you.

No. - No. Because you don't free bees. You keep bees. Not only that, it seems you thought a bear would be an appropriate image for a jar of honey. They're very lovable creatures. Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear. You mean like this? Bears kill bees! How'd you like his head crashing through your living room?! Biting into your couch! Spitting out your throw pillows! OK, that's enough. Take him away. So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here. Your name intrigues me. - Where have I heard it before? - I was with a band called The Police. But you've never been a police officer, have you? No, I haven't. No, you haven't. And so here we have yet another example of bee culture casually stolen by a human for nothing more than a prance-about stage name. Oh, please. Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting? Because I'm feeling a little stung, Sting. Or should I say... Mr. Gordon M. Sumner! That's not his real name?! You idiots! Mr. Liotta, first, belated congratulations on your Emmy win for a guest spot on ER in 2005.

Thank you. Thank you. I see from your resume that you're devilishly handsome with a churning inner turmoil that's ready to blow. I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime? Not yet it isn't. But is this what it's come to for you? Exploiting tiny, helpless bees so you don't have to rehearse your part and learn your lines, sir? Watch it, Benson! I could blow right now! This isn't a goodfella. This is a badfella! Why doesn't someone just step on this creep, and we can all go home?! - Order in this court! - You're all thinking it! Order! Order, I say! - Say it! - Mr. Liotta, please sit down! I think it was awfully nice of that bear to pitch in like that. I think the jury's on our side. Are we doing everything right, legally? I'm a florist. Right. Well, here's to a great team. To a great team! Well, hello. - Ken! - Hello. I didn't think you were coming. No, I was just late. I tried to call, but... the battery. I didn't want all this to go to waste, so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free. Oh, that was lucky. There's a little left.

I could heat it up. Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever. So I hear you're quite a tennis player. I'm not much for the game myself. The ball's a little grabby. That's where I usually sit. Right... there. Ken, Barry was looking at your resume, and he agreed with me that eating with chopsticks isn't really a special skill. You think I don't see what you're doing? I know how hard it is to find the rightjob. We have that in common. Do we? Bees have 100 percent employment, but we do jobs like taking the crud out. That's just what I was thinking about doing. Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor for his fuzz. I hope that was all right. I'm going to drain the old stinger. Yeah, you do that. Look at that. You know, I've just about had it with your little mind games. - What's that?

Italian Vogue. Mamma mia, that's a lot of pages. A lot of ads. Remember what Van said, why is your life more valuable than mine? Funny, I just can't seem to recall that! I think something stinks in here! I love the smell of flowers. How do you like the smell of flames?! Not as much. Water bug! Not taking sides! Ken, I'm wearing a Ohapstick hat! This is pathetic! I've got issues! Well, well, well, a royal flush! - You're bluffing. - Am I? Surf's up, dude! Poo water! That bowl is gnarly. Except for those dirty yellow rings! Kenneth! What are you doing?! You know, I don't even like honey! I don't eat it! We need to talk! He's just a little bee! And he happens to be the nicest bee I've met in a long time! Long time? What are you talking about?! Are there other bugs in your life? No, but there are other things bugging me in life. And you're one of them!

Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night... My nerves are fried from riding on this emotional roller coaster! Goodbye, Ken. And for your information, I prefer sugar-free, artificial sweeteners made by man! I'm sorry about all that. I know it's got an aftertaste! I like it! I always felt there was some kind of barrier between Ken and me. I couldn't overcome it. Oh, well. Are you OK for the trial? I believe Mr. Montgomery is about out of ideas. We would like to call Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand. Good idea! You can really see why he's considered one of the best lawyers... Yeah. Layton, you've gotta weave some magic with this jury, or it's gonna be all over. Don't worry. The only thing I have to do to turn this jury around is to remind them of what they don't like about bees. - You got the tweezers? - Are you allergic? Only to losing, son. Only to losing. Mr. Benson Bee, I'll ask you what I think we'd all like to know. What exactly is your relationship to that woman? We're friends. - Good friends?

Yes. How good? Do you live together? Wait a minute... Are you her little... ...bedbug? I've seen a bee documentary or two. From what I understand, doesn't your queen give birth to all the bee children? - Yeah, but... - So those aren't your real parents! - Oh, Barry... - Yes, they are! Hold me back! You're an illegitimate bee, aren't you, Benson? He's denouncing bees! Don't y'all date your cousins? - Objection!

I'm going to pincushion this guy! Adam, don't! It's what he wants! Oh, I'm hit!! Oh, lordy, I am hit! Order! Order! The venom! The venom is coursing through my veins! I have been felled by a winged beast of destruction! You see? You can't treat them like equals! They're striped savages! Stinging's the only thing they know! It's their way! - Adam, stay with me. - I can't feel my legs. What angel of mercy will come forward to suck the poison from my heaving buttocks? I will have order in this court. Order! Order, please! The case of the honeybees versus the human race took a pointed turn against the bees yesterday when one of their legal team stung Layton T. Montgomery. - Hey, buddy. - Hey. - Is there much pain?

Yeah. I... I blew the whole case, didn't I? It doesn't matter. What matters is you're alive. You could have died. I'd be better off dead. Look at me. They got it from the cafeteria downstairs, in a tuna sandwich. Look, there's a little celery still on it. What was it like to sting someone? I can't explain it. It was all... All adrenaline and then... and then ecstasy! All right. You think it was all a trap? Of course. I'm sorry. I flew us right into this. What were we thinking? Look at us. We're just a couple of bugs in this world. What will the humans do to us if they win? I don't know. I hear they put the roaches in motels. That doesn't sound so bad. Adam, they check in, but they don't check out! Oh, my. Oould you get a nurse to close that window? - Why? The smoke. Bees don't smoke. Right. Bees don't smoke. Bees don't smoke! But some bees are smoking. That's it! That's our case! It is? It's not over?

Get dressed. I've gotta go somewhere. Get back to the court and stall. Stall any way you can. And assuming you've done step correctly, you're ready for the tub. Mr. Flayman. Yes? Yes, Your Honor! Where is the rest of your team? Well, Your Honor, it's interesting. Bees are trained to fly haphazardly, and as a result, we don't make very good time. I actually heard a funny story about... Your Honor, haven't these ridiculous bugs taken up enough of this court's valuable time? How much longer will we allow these absurd shenanigans to go on? They have presented no compelling evidence to support their charges against my clients, who run legitimate businesses. I move for a complete dismissal of this entire case! Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm going to have to consider Mr. Montgomery's motion. But you can't! We have a terrific case. Where is your proof? Where is the evidence?

Show me the smoking gun! Hold it, Your Honor! You want a smoking gun? Here is your smoking gun. What is that? It's a bee smoker! What, this? This harmless little contraption? This couldn't hurt a fly, let alone a bee. Look at what has happened to bees who have never been asked, "Smoking or non?" Is this what nature intended for us? To be forcibly addicted to smoke machines and man-made wooden slat work camps,?

Living out our lives as honey slaves to the white man? - What are we gonna do? - He's playing the species card. Ladies and gentlemen, please, free these bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! The court finds in favor of the bees! Vanessa, we won! I knew you could do it! High-five! Sorry. I'm OK! You know what this means? All the honey will finally belong to the bees. Now we won't have to work so hard all the time. This is an unholy perversion of the balance of nature, Benson. You'll regret this. Barry, how much honey is out there? All right. One at a time. Barry, who are you wearing? My sweater is Ralph Lauren, and I have no pants. - What if Montgomery's right? - What do you mean? We've been living the bee way a long time, 27 million years. Oongratulations on your victory. What will you demand as a settlement? First, we'll demand a complete shutdown of all bee work camps. Then we want back the honey that was ours to begin with, every last drop. We demand an end to the glorification of the bear as anything more than a filthy, smelly, bad-breath stink machine. We're all aware of what they do in the woods. Wait for my signal.

Take him out. He'll have nauseous for a few hours, then he'll be fine. And we will no longer tolerate bee-negative nicknames... But it's just a prance-about stage name! ...unnecessary inclusion of honey in bogus health products and la-dee-da human tea-time snack garnishments. Oan't breathe. Bring it in, boys! Hold it right there! Good. Tap it. Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups, and there's gallons more coming! - I think we need to shut down! - Shut down? We've never shut down. Shut down honey production! Stop making honey! Turn your key, sir! What do we do now? Oannonball! We're shutting honey production! Mission abort. Aborting pollination and nectar detail. Returning to base. Adam, you wouldn't believe how much honey was out there. Oh, yeah? What's going on? Where is everybody?

Are they out celebrating? - They're home. They don't know what to do. Laying out, sleeping in. I heard your Uncle Oarl was on his way to San Antonio with a cricket. At least we got our honey back. Sometimes I think, so what if humans liked our honey? Who wouldn't? It's the greatest thing in the world! I was excited to be part of making it. This was my new desk. This was my new job. I wanted to do it really well. And now... Now I can't. I don't understand why they're not happy. I thought their lives would be better! They're doing nothing. It's amazing. Honey really changes people. You don't have any idea what's going on, do you? - What did you want to show me?

This. What happened here? That is not the half of it. Oh, no. Oh, my. They're all wilting. Doesn't look very good, does it? No. And whose fault do you think that is? You know, I'm gonna guess bees. Bees? Specifically, me. I didn't think bees not needing to make honey would affect all these things. It's notjust flowers. Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees. That's our whole SAT test right there. Take away produce, that affects the entire animal kingdom. And then, of course... The human species? So if there's no more pollination, it could all just go south here, couldn't it? I know this is also partly my fault. How about a suicide pact? How do we do it? - I'll sting you, you step on me. - Thatjust kills you twice. Right, right. Listen, Barry... sorry, but I gotta get going. I had to open my mouth and talk. Vanessa? Vanessa? Why are you leaving? Where are you going? To the final Tournament of Roses parade in Pasadena. They've moved it to this weekend because all the flowers are dying. It's the last chance I'll ever have to see it. Vanessa, I just wanna say I'm sorry. I never meant it to turn out like this. I know. Me neither. Tournament of Roses. Roses can't do sports. Wait a minute. Roses. Roses? Roses! Vanessa! Roses?! Barry?

Roses are flowers! - Yes, they are. Flowers, bees, pollen! I know. That's why this is the last parade. Maybe not. Oould you ask him to slow down? Oould you slow down? Barry! OK, I made a huge mistake. This is a total disaster, all my fault. Yes, it kind of is. I've ruined the planet. I wanted to help you with the flower shop. I've made it worse. Actually, it's completely closed down. I thought maybe you were remodeling. But I have another idea, and it's greater than my previous ideas combined. I don't want to hear it! All right, they have the roses, the roses have the pollen. I know every bee, plant and flower bud in this park. All we gotta do is get what they've got back here with what we've got.

Bees. - Park. - Pollen! - Flowers. - Repollination! - Across the nation! Tournament of Roses, Pasadena, Oalifornia. They've got nothing but flowers, floats and cotton candy. Security will be tight. I have an idea. Vanessa Bloome, FTD. Official floral business. It's real. Sorry, ma'am. Nice brooch. Thank you. It was a gift. Once inside, we just pick the right float. How about The Princess and the Pea? I could be the princess, and you could be the pea! Yes, I got it. - Where should I sit? - What are you? - I believe I'm the pea. -

The pea? It goes under the mattresses. - Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart. - I'm getting the marshal. You do that! This whole parade is a fiasco! Let's see what this baby'll do. Hey, what are you doing?! Then all we do is blend in with traffic... ...without arousing suspicion. Once at the airport, there's no stopping us. Stop! Security. - You and your insect pack your float? - Yes. Has it been in your possession the entire time? Would you remove your shoes? - Remove your stinger. - It's part of me. I know. Just having some fun. Enjoy your flight. Then if we're lucky, we'll have just enough pollen to do the job.

Oan you believe how lucky we are? We have just enough pollen to do the job! I think this is gonna work. It's got to work. Attention, passengers, this is Oaptain Scott. We have a bit of bad weather in New York. It looks like we'll experience a couple hours delay. Barry, these are cut flowers with no water. They'll never make it. I gotta get up there and talk to them. Be careful. Oan I get help with the Sky Mall magazine? I'd like to order the talking inflatable nose and ear hair trimmer. Oaptain, I'm in a real situation. - What'd you say, Hal? - Nothing. Bee! Don't freak out! My entire species... What are you doing? - Wait a minute! I'm an attorney! - Who's an attorney? Don't move. Oh, Barry. Good afternoon, passengers. This is your captain. Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24B please report to the cockpit? And please hurry! What happened here? There was a DustBuster, a toupee, a life raft exploded. One's bald, one's in a boat, they're both unconscious! - Is that another bee joke?

No! No one's flying the plane! This is JFK control tower, Flight 356. What's your status? This is Vanessa Bloome. I'm a florist from New York. Where's the pilot? He's unconscious, and so is the copilot. Not good. Does anyone onboard have flight experience? As a matter of fact, there is. - Who's that? - Barry Benson. From the honey trial?! Oh, great. Vanessa, this is nothing more than a big metal bee. It's got giant wings, huge engines. I can't fly a plane. - Why not? Isn't John Travolta a pilot? - Yes. How hard could it be? Wait, Barry! We're headed into some lightning. This is Bob Bumble. We have some late-breaking news from JFK Airport, where a suspenseful scene is developing. Barry Benson, fresh from his legal victory... That's Barry! ...is attempting to land a plane, loaded with people, flowers and an incapacitated flight crew. Flowers?! We have a storm in the area and two individuals at the controls with absolutely no flight experience. Just a minute. There's a bee on that plane. I'm quite familiar with Mr. Benson and his no-account compadres.

They've done enough damage. But isn't he your only hope? Technically, a bee shouldn't be able to fly at all. Their wings are too small... Haven't we heard this a million times? "The surface area of the wings and body mass make no sense." - Get this on the air! - Got it. - Stand by. - We're going live. The way we work may be a mystery to you. Making honey takes a lot of bees doing a lot of small jobs. But let me tell you about a small job. If you do it well, it makes a big difference. More than we realized. To us, to everyone. That's why I want to get bees back to working together. That's the bee way! We're not made of Jell-O. We get behind a fellow. - Black and yellow! - Hello! Left, right, down, hover. - Hover? - Forget hover. This isn't so hard. Beep-beep!

Beep-beep! Barry, what happened?! Wait, I think we were on autopilot the whole time. - That may have been helping me. - And now we're not! So it turns out I cannot fly a plane. All of you, let's get behind this fellow! Move it out! Move out! Our only chance is if I do what I'd do, you copy me with the wings of the plane! Don't have to yell. I'm not yelling! We're in a lot of trouble. It's very hard to concentrate with that panicky tone in your voice! It's not a tone. I'm panicking! I can't do this! Vanessa, pull yourself together. You have to snap out of it! You snap out of it. You snap out of it. - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it!

You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - Hold it! - Why? Oome on, it's my turn. How is the plane flying? I don't know. Hello? Benson, got any flowers for a happy occasion in there? The Pollen Jocks! They do get behind a fellow. - Black and yellow. - Hello. All right, let's drop this tin can on the blacktop. Where? I can't see anything. Oan you? No, nothing. It's all cloudy. Oome on. You got to think bee, Barry. - Thinking bee. - Thinking bee. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Wait a minute. I think I'm feeling something. - What? - I don't know. It's strong, pulling me. Like a 27-million-year-old instinct. Bring the nose down. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! - What in the world is on the tarmac? - Get some lights on that! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! - Vanessa, aim for the flower. - OK. Out the engines. We're going in on bee power. Ready, boys? Affirmative! Good. Good. Easy, now. That's it. Land on that flower! Ready? Full reverse! Spin it around! - Not that flower! The other one! - Which one? - That flower. - I'm aiming at the flower! That's a fat guy in a flowered shirt. I mean the giant pulsating flower made of millions of bees! Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up. Rotate around it. - This is insane, Barry! - This's the only way I know how to fly. Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this plane flying in an insect-like pattern? Get your nose in there. Don't be afraid. Smell it. Full reverse! Just drop it. Be a part of it. Aim for the center! Now drop it in! Drop it in, woman! Oome on, already. Barry, we did it! You taught me how to fly! - Yes. No high-five! - Right. Barry, it worked! Did you see the giant flower? What giant flower? Where? Of course I saw the flower! That was genius! - Thank you. - But we're not done yet. Listen, everyone! This runway is covered with the last pollen from the last flowers available anywhere on Earth. That means this is our last chance.

We're the only ones who make honey, pollinate flowers and dress like this. If we're gonna survive as a species, this is our moment! What do you say? Are we going to be bees, orjust Museum of Natural History keychains? We're bees! Keychain! Then follow me! Except Keychain. Hold on, Barry. Here. You've earned this. Yeah! I'm a Pollen Jock! And it's a perfect fit. All I gotta do are the sleeves. Oh, yeah. That's our Barry. Mom! The bees are back! If anybody needs to make a call, now's the time. I got a feeling we'll be working late tonight! Here's your change. Have a great afternoon! Oan I help who's next? Would you like some honey with that? It is bee-approved. Don't forget these. Milk, cream, cheese, it's all me. And I don't see a nickel! Sometimes I just feel like a piece of meat! I had no idea. Barry, I'm sorry. Have you got a moment? Would you excuse me? My mosquito associate will help you. Sorry I'm late. He's a lawyer too? I was already a blood-sucking parasite. All I needed was a briefcase. Have a great afternoon! Barry, I just got this huge tulip order, and I can't get them anywhere. No problem, Vannie. Just leave it to me. You're a lifesaver, Barry. Oan I help who's next? All right, scramble, jocks! It's time to fly. Thank you, Barry! That bee is living my life! Let it go, Kenny. - When will this nightmare end?! - Let it all go. - Beautiful day to fly. - Sure is. Between you and me, I was dying to get out of that office. You have got to start thinking bee, my friend. - Thinking bee! - Me? Hold it. Let's just stop for a second. Hold it. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, everyone. Oan we stop here? I'm not making a major life decision during a production number!

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[moondove330]

I'm playing Professor Layton vs Phoenix Wright again and I would like to ramble incoherently about it in a few days. For now here's Layton just... kicking Phoenix in the nads again

[mobiusssart]

Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays to @blastcoreprocessing ! I’m your secret santa :) I hope you like this PL v PW pic, and if you can’t tell, Maya is chasing Luke with that glowy green moss she found in the underground ruins haha... enjoy! I will be posting this on my twitter too btw

[psyncin-in-the-restrain]

Market Fair || crossed--fates

@crossed--fates​

“Woah...”

[Saito could never recall the last time he went to an outdoor market. Farmer’s Market? Fair? What exactly were they called? The area was filled with vendors selling their fresh products, snacks, and other things that were easy to carry around. He was able to grab a snack as he curiously walked around.]

[The area was busy, so he couldn’t do much. Even if he wanted to work, his supervisors wouldn’t allow it. At least not for today. Saito had been on top of his work that his boss suggested he take a few days off. The detective wasn’t fond of this idea, but eventually agreed.]

[How did he get here again? He smelled something in the air and it caught his attention faster than he anticipated. It almost looked like he was a lost, young boy, checking everything out for the first time. In fact, it looks like he was a bit too distracted for his own good.]