#segway for Barbie

[cantevenbeachhere]

Dear Ken Diary,

You’re never going to guess what Allan got on Friday. He got a…aw man I don’t know how to spell it.

Uhhhhhh…I dunno, I’m gonna have to Google it, I guess.

It’s one of those scooter things that’s like only got two wheels instead of four…it sounds like segway but I don’t know if that’s how it’s spelled.

Hey guess what! Google says I spelled it right! Go Ken!

Anyway, he got a segway and dude. It’s pretty awesome! I mean, check it out!

Doesn’t he look happy!

He’s been kind enough to let any of us take turns on it. Some of the Barbies took turns, and lot of us Kens did too, me especially.

I took my turn on Beach to see how well it would do there, and it handled Beach pretty smoothly and I was like totally impressed. But the thing doesn’t go all that fast, which is kinda a bummer.

But I think that’s like for safety purposes and stuff, which ya know is a good thing.

Besides I don’t really see Allan going super duper fast on that thing anyway. But! He will be looking totally rad on the segway as he goes through Barbie Land.

I kinda wonder what Midge thinks about the segway. More importantly though, I wonder if she’s taken a turn on it yet! Probably help her get her around faster since she’s pregnant.

I bet Barbie would be pleased for Allan like the rest of us are.

And we are! We really are excited for him. He looks like so proud as he sorta zooms by on the segway. And it’s yellow! Totally his color.

He mentioned that he would like to decorate it with some stickers, so a lot of us Kens and Barbies are going to pick out stickers we know he would like to get him started. He’s totally gonna love it!

I’m excited for him. He deserves good stuff.

[solxamber]

Trash Novel Chronicles: I Want a Refund || Trey Clover

When the universe dunks you into a dumpster fire of a novel as the villainess, survival is key. Except your husband, Trey Clover, turns out to be such a green flag that it gets a little harder to function.

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You prided yourself on being a normal, decent person. Maybe even a good person, depending on who you asked. Sure, you weren’t out here saving kittens from trees or solving world hunger, but you did your part.

You recycled when you remembered, held the door open for strangers (if they were close enough, you weren’t that kind of hero), and even tossed bread crumbs to the pigeons outside your apartment every now and then. It wasn’t much, but it was honest work.

So, really, what you didn’t expect was to be completely betrayed by the universe. The betrayal began small, like a mosquito buzzing in your ear: the newest novel you’d been anticipating for months was sold out.

“Are you serious?” you grumbled, glaring at the empty display like it had just insulted your mother. A handwritten sign on the shelf read: ‘SOLD OUT! More in stock soon!’ in cheerful cursive, as if mocking you.

What were you supposed to do now? Go home empty-handed? Waste your perfectly good afternoon plans of curling up with a book? Absolutely not. Refusing to admit defeat, you scanned the bookstore until your gaze fell on the “New and Best-Selling” rack.

One book immediately caught your eye. The cover was... well, something. It looked like someone had raided a middle schooler’s stash of Barbie stickers, splattered glitter over the whole thing, and slapped on an aggressively curly gold font that screamed, I’M A ROMANCE NOVEL!

You sighed. “Fine. How bad could it be?”

It could be very, very bad.

The first red flag was the synopsis. It introduced Trey Clover, the Grand Duke, who loved his spouse, the villainess, with a devotion so pure it made you want to gag. But then came the second male lead, the Prince, who confessed his love to Trey and the villainess, because monogamy was too boring for this book.

And then there was the heroine. The synopsis just called her “the Saintess,” because why bother giving her a name when her only personality trait was being the worst human being imaginable? She appeared out of nowhere, became the Saintess overnight (because logic?), and made it her life’s mission to ruin the villainess’s life while somehow convincing everyone she was an angel.

Oh, and the Prince? The book had him slip on a rock and die halfway through the plot, like the author had a word count limit and didn’t know what else to do with him. The villainess ends up dying too, right aftetr asking Trey for a divorce to "protect him." The ending involved Trey marrying the heroine, despite spending the entire book side-eyeing her like she owed him rent.

You closed the book slowly, your soul drained of all joy. “What in the fresh hell did I just read?”

But no, you couldn’t let this stand. You were a taxpayer, a contributing member of society. You did not deserve this literary slap in the face.

With righteous indignation burning in your chest, you marched back to the bookstore. You slapped the book onto the counter with a dramatic flair that deserved a standing ovation.

“Refund,” you declared, glaring at the cashier.

“Uh... we don’t usually do refunds on books you’ve already read...” they began hesitantly.

“I don’t care,” you snapped, pointing at the glittering monstrosity. “This isn’t a book. It’s a hate crime against literature. A refund, please, before I start sobbing in public.”

After a long pause—and possibly fearing a customer service meltdown—they handed you store credit. Satisfied but still simmering with rage, you stomped out of the store, muttering to yourself about bad authors, worse editors, and the existential crisis of knowing someone got paid to write that garbage.

And that’s when karma struck.

A segway—a SEGWAY—came hurtling toward you at Mach speed, piloted by a man dressed in full medieval knight armor.

“MAKE WAY FOR SIR SCOOTINGTON!” he screamed, his voice muffled by his helmet.

You froze. Your brain could not process this level of absurdity in such a short amount of time. Was this a prank? A hallucination? Had the book actually been cursed and now you were living out its bad writing?

The segway didn’t stop. It hit you with a solid THUNK, sending you flying backward into a suspiciously well-placed pile of garbage bags.

As you lay there, buried under the remains of someone’s takeout and a very old banana peel, as your vision started to blur, you stared at the sky and thought:

Dawg, why me??

You woke up to the faint chirping of birds and the kind of silence that only rich people seem to afford. Something felt... off. The sheets were too soft, like they’d been spun from angel whispers and a mid-tier deity’s hair. Your pillow was the perfect combination of fluffy and firm, a far cry from the lumpy second-hand abomination you’d bought on sale three years ago.

Your eyes cracked open, squinting against the sunlight filtering through an elaborate, gold-encrusted chandelier. A chandelier. In a bedroom. You lived in a shoebox apartment; your idea of luxury was a lamp that wasn’t from a clearance bin.

You turned your head slightly, and your soul froze mid-exit.

There was someone next to you.

Your brain screeched to a halt, flashing every warning signal it had. Stranger. Bed. You. No.

The only living thing that should’ve been in your apartment was the stray cat you’d nicknamed Gremlin, and he sure as hell didn’t have human proportions or a steady breathing rhythm.

Slowly—painstakingly—you tilted your head to look at your unwanted companion.

It was a man. A very attractive man, sleeping peacefully on his side, glasses perched askew on the nightstand. His hair was a soft mess, his breathing even, and his entire aura screamed gentle husband vibes.

Then recognition sucker-punched you in the gut.

No.

No.

It couldn’t be.

You blinked. Looked again. Replayed every horrible memory of that atrocious novel you had read, and then read again because you hated yourself.

It was Trey Clover.

Male lead. Gentleman. Human embodiment of a warm cup of tea. The guy who was in love with his villainess spouse (you remembered her being dramatic but competent) before the world went full dumpster fire.

Your breathing hitched. You stared down at your hands, and they stared back—perfectly manicured, dainty, soft hands that had never touched a single dirty dish or over-scrubbed countertop.

The reality hit you like a segway knight at full speed.

You’d been isekai’d.

You fought the urge to scream into the pillow. Was this some karmic punishment for returning that book? Was your snarky review in the Reddit thread too harsh? Because this? This was an unholy level of irony.

Trey stirred beside you, his brow furrowing slightly as his hand lazily reached for his glasses. He slid them on, blinking sleepily as his gaze landed on you.

“What’s wrong?” His voice was soft, groggy, and just a little raspy—the kind of voice you’d pay extra to have someone read you bedtime stories with. “You’re staring.”

For a moment, your brain blue-screened. Trey Clover—novel character and now your husband, apparently—was looking at you with concern, and all you could think was: At least he’s hot.

“…Nothing,” you croaked, swallowing down the rising tide of panic. “Just… processing.”

“Processing what?” he asked, sitting up slightly and rubbing his eyes, his entire demeanor radiating "adoring husband" energy.

You clenched the sheets in your fists, trying to will yourself to wake up from this insane fever dream. Unfortunately, the chandelier wasn’t disappearing, Trey wasn’t fading into mist, and your perfectly moisturized skin wasn’t breaking into your usual crusty dryness.

This was real.

And somehow, you were the villainess in a novel you’d once described as "a literary abomination designed to kill brain cells."

The sound of a soft knock at the bedroom door made you jump, nearly upsetting the tower of books you’d been flipping through in your attempt to figure out where in the dumpster fire of this timeline you were.

“Come in?” you called hesitantly, trying to shove the incriminating evidence of your non-villainess-like behavior—a half-written list titled HOW TO NOT DIE TRAGICALLY—under a pillow.

Trey stepped in, balancing a tray of food like he was auditioning for Husband of the Year. His hair was slightly mussed, the sleeves of his button-up rolled up just enough to show forearms that could inspire sonnets. The man was a walking Pinterest board, and it was unfair.

“I brought you something to eat,” he said with a small smile, setting the tray on the table. “You’ve been skipping meals, and that’s not like you.”

You laughed nervously, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself. “Oh, um, yeah. Upset stomach. You know how it is.”

Trey raised an eyebrow, his smile unwavering but his eyes far too knowing. “Sure. And I’ll be here while you eat, just to make sure you’re feeling better.”

Oh, no.

You stared at the tray like it had betrayed you. Soup, bread, and some suspiciously perfect desserts that looked like they had been made by the hands of an angel. You couldn’t say no without sounding even sketchier.

“Right,” you muttered, picking up the spoon with the grace of someone about to face a firing squad. As you sipped, Trey watched silently, his chin resting on one hand, his soft gaze pinned on you. The air felt so heavy you could’ve cut it with a butter knife.

“Are you going to go through with it?” he asked suddenly.

You froze mid-bite, the words hitting you like a frying pan to the face. “Go through with… what?”

“The divorce,” he said simply.

You choked on your soup. The spoon clattered back into the bowl as you grabbed a napkin, trying to avoid literally dying of shock. Divorce? Divorce?! That wasn’t in the plan! You knew what happened after the divorce—the villainess died, and you weren’t about to let fate steamroll you into an early grave, again.

“What? No! Of course not!” you sputtered, waving your hands in frantic denial. “Why would I want a divorce? You’re, uh, great! Fantastic! A literal dream husband!”

Trey blinked, his brows furrowing in confusion before his expression softened into something warmer, almost relieved. “You… want to work things out?”

“Yes!” you blurted, nodding with enough enthusiasm to give yourself whiplash. “Absolutely! Let’s work this out. Together. Like a team.”

His lips curved into a rare, genuine smile that nearly melted you on the spot. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your forehead that left your brain doing cartwheels. “Alright. I’ll hold you to that. I’ll be back for dinner, so rest up until then.”

He left the room, and the moment the door clicked shut, you flopped back onto the bed like a deflated balloon. The pillow muffled your scream of embarrassment as you kicked your feet, equal parts flustered and mortified. What was that? Why did he have to be so sweet? How were you supposed to survive this level of tenderness without combusting?

The door creaked open again.

You froze mid-giggle, legs tangled in the sheets like a caught fish. Trey stood in the doorway, eyebrow raised and looking like he was about two seconds away from bursting into laughter. “Forgot my pen,” he said casually, strolling over to grab the item from the bedside table.

You wanted the floor to swallow you whole. “Oh. Uh. Right.”

He paused on his way out, leaning down to kiss your cheek with infuriating gentleness. “I’ll see you at dinner.”

And just like that, he was gone again, leaving you red-faced, flustered, and questioning every life choice that had led to this moment.

It had been such a nice meal. The kind where the food was good, the company better, and the wine just strong enough to make you feel warm and floaty but not stupid. Trey was smiling faintly at you over his plate, his rare but deeply satisfying I’m enjoying myself face in full effect, and you dared to think, Hey, maybe I can survive this isekai nonsense after all.

And then the restaurant door swung open, and your fragile peace shattered like a dropped wine glass.

The prince had arrived.

Trey’s face immediately darkened like a thunderstorm on the horizon, and you felt yourself lose a year of your life just from sheer dread. The prince was a walking disaster in human form, and you’d been hoping to avoid him like the plague. But the universe clearly hated you because here he was, sashaying through the restaurant like he owned the place.

“Oh no,” you whispered, gripping your fork like it could somehow protect you.

Trey’s jaw tightened as the prince spotted you both, his grin wide enough to make you wish the floor would open up and swallow you.

“Darlings!” the prince cried, crossing the room with the enthusiasm of a golden retriever off its leash. “Fancy seeing you here!”

You didn’t even get a chance to object before he grabbed a chair from a nearby table, spun it around dramatically, and wedged himself between you and Trey, plopping down like he’d been invited. Spoiler alert: he hadn’t.

“Your Highness,” Trey said through clenched teeth, managing to sound both polite and like he was ready to stab someone with a salad fork.

“Oh, come now, Trey,” the prince laughed, waving off the formality. “No need to be so stiff. After all, we’re practically family!”

You didn’t get the chance to ask how that made sense before he grabbed your hand—and Trey’s—planting a wet, sloppy kiss on each. The sound it made was unholy, like a boot pulling free from a swamp. You and Trey simultaneously stiffened, the same thought clearly running through your minds: Don’t cringe, don’t cringe, don’t cringe…

“I simply had to come over when I saw you two!” the prince gushed, oblivious to your visible discomfort. “The saintess—bless her kind, radiant heart—has been dying to see you both!”

You glanced at Trey, who was visibly restraining himself from rolling his eyes.

“She’s throwing a ball this weekend,” the prince continued, clasping his hands together like he was sharing the world’s most exciting news. “And you must come. Truly, it’d be… well, treasonous not to, considering we’re both inviting you!”

Ah, there it was. The veiled threat disguised as politeness. You hated that this guy was smart enough to wield his royal status as a weapon, even if he made everything sound like it came with a complimentary gift basket.

You forced a smile, hoping it didn’t look too much like a grimace. “We’d be honored, Your Highness.”

Trey shot you a subtle look, one that very clearly said Traitor, but you knew he agreed. Anything to avoid another round of Wet Hand Kisses.

“Wonderful!” the prince declared, clapping his hands together. “I knew you two would understand. You always were the reasonable ones.”

He finally stood up, ruffling Trey’s hair in a way that made his eye twitch before striding off like he hadn’t just hijacked your peaceful dinner.

As soon as the door swung shut behind him, you slumped back in your chair, utterly drained. “I feel like I need to bathe in holy water.”

Trey pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering something that sounded suspiciously like, “I should’ve poisoned his dessert last time.”

You stared at him. “You what?”

“Nothing,” he said, picking up his fork like nothing had happened. “Let’s finish eating.”

You could still feel the ghost of the prince’s wet kiss on your hand, and you shuddered. “Do you think we can fake our deaths before Saturday?”

Trey actually looked like he was considering it.

The ball was, against all odds, actually enjoyable. The lights glittered like fairy dust, the music was just the right level of lively, and the wine was strong enough to turn your earlier dread into a warm, floaty haze. Trey was by your side, charming in his tailored suit, and for once, the prince and saintess were blissfully absent.

"Maybe they got lost," you whispered to Trey, leaning in conspiratorially. "Or better yet, maybe they found a better party and decided to leave us alone."

Trey smirked, sipping his wine. "If only we were that lucky."

Your hopes were dashed, naturally, when the prince appeared out of nowhere like some unholy summon. One second you were lifting a glass to your lips, and the next, your arm was being yanked so hard you almost spilled your drink.

“Come now, my dear!” the prince declared, grinning in a way that felt more like a threat than an invitation. “Dance with me!”

Before you could even process what was happening, you were being twirled onto the dance floor. Across the room, you caught a glimpse of Trey being snatched by the saintess, who looked like she had all the coordination of a baby deer on ice.

The prince pulled you in too close, his breath an unholy concoction of garlic and what might’ve been sour milk. You tried to politely lean back, but he just leaned closer, grinning obliviously.

“You’re stiff, my dear,” he said, his voice low and entirely too sultry for someone who smelled like a kitchen accident. “Loosen up!”

Meanwhile, Trey was enduring his own nightmare. The saintess stepped on his foot with her stiletto for the fourth time, and you could swear you saw him wince in actual pain. She was chattering nonstop about something—maybe puppies, maybe world peace—you couldn’t hear over the sound of her heels clobbering the floor.

When the ordeal finally ended, you staggered back to Trey, feeling like you’d aged ten years. He looked equally frazzled, rubbing his shoulder like it had been yanked out of its socket.

“I’d say that was horrible,” he said under his breath, “but I think ‘horrible’ is too kind.”

Before you could respond, the saintess suddenly tripped. She wasn’t even near you—she was all the way across the room—but she hit the ground with a dramatic thud, and her dress promptly ripped down the side.

You blinked. “Wait, what just—”

“I knew it!” she screeched, pointing an accusatory finger at you from the floor. “You sabotaged me!”

The prince, for once, looked baffled. He glanced between her and you like he was trying to solve a complicated riddle. “But… she wasn’t even near you?”

“SABOTAGE!” the saintess shrieked again, her voice cracking.

The original villainess would’ve taken the high road, maybe pretended to be insulted or outraged. You, however, were just drunk enough to find the entire thing hilarious.

You laughed. Loudly.

And to your absolute delight, the crowd followed suit. Quiet snickers turned into outright guffaws as everyone around you dissolved into laughter.

The saintess gawked, looking like a wet cat as she scrambled to her feet. “You’re all… MONSTERS!” she shrieked, before fleeing the room with a level of dramatics that would make even a soap opera jealous.

The prince hesitated, torn between chasing after her or staying to glower at you and Trey. Finally, with a sigh that sounded suspiciously like “I hate my life,” he ran after her, disappearing into the night.

“Well,” Trey said, offering his hand with a faint smirk, “that was… something. Care to salvage the evening with a proper dance?”

You took his hand, letting him spin you onto the floor. The music softened, the crowd fading into the background as Trey pulled you close.

“You look stunning tonight,” he murmured, his lips brushing your ear as you danced.

The compliment hit you like a sucker punch, leaving you so dazed that, in your flustered state, you impulsively dipped him instead of the other way around.

Trey laughed, eyes crinkling with genuine delight. “What are you doing?”

“Shut up,” you hissed, cheeks burning as you held the pose.

But to your surprise, he didn’t protest. He let you dip him, even laughing as you pulled him back up. And when the dance ended, he kissed your cheek, sending your heart into a full-on meltdown.

“That,” he said, his voice filled with amusement, “was the most fun I’ve had at a ball in years.”

The tea party was a picturesque affair, all pastel tablecloths, delicate porcelain cups, and the kind of floral arrangements that screamed wealth and good taste. You were seated with Riddle, Cater, and Che’nya at a table tucked under a wisteria-laden gazebo, trying your best to survive the endless parade of gossip and sweets.

The conversation drifted naturally, like it always did, until someone—probably Cater—brought up the topic of Trey.

“Y’know,” Cater began, swirling his tea with exaggerated nonchalance, “Trey’s been looking at you like you personally hung the moon and stars lately. It’s kinda adorable.”

Che’nya leaned over, grinning like the Cheshire Cat he was. “So deep in love, it’s practically a romantic trench. What’s your secret, huh? Love potion? A really good pie?”

You chuckled, brushing off the comment, but then you glanced across the garden—and froze.

There he was, Trey Clover, the ridiculously perfect husband material that fate had handed you in this bizarre isekai life. He was standing a little ways off, chatting with a few nobles, but his gaze was unmistakably fixed on you.

When your eyes met, he smiled. Not just any smile—a warm, genuine, I-would-die-for-you-and-bake-you-cookies-afterwards kind of smile. It hit you like a runaway carriage.

Your chest tightened, your stomach flipped, and for a moment, the entire world seemed to pause.

Oh no.

Oh no.

You were in so deep.

Like, Titanic-hitting-the-iceberg-and-sinking-to-the-ocean-floor deep.

“Uh oh,” Cater sang, leaning closer with a smirk that could only mean trouble. “I know that look. Someone just had their Hallmark movie epiphany.”

You snapped out of it, cheeks burning. “What look? I don’t have a look!”

“Oh, you totally do,” Che’nya chimed in, his grin somehow wider. “It’s all dreamy and starry-eyed, like you’re in a fairy tale. Which, I guess you kinda are?”

Riddle, ever the straight man in these situations, regarded you with a mix of pity and exasperation. “Please tell me you’re not about to let these two meddle in your relationship.”

But before you could defend yourself, Cater was already leaning forward, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Cay-Cay’s got you covered! Wanna confess? I can totally set the mood—candles, roses, soft music…”

“I—what?” you stammered, still too dazed by your revelation to form a coherent response.

“That’s a yes!” Che’nya declared, clapping his hands together. “Alright, let’s brainstorm. Hot air balloon confession? Dramatic rain scene? Ooh, what about—”

“Absolutely not,” Riddle interrupted, his tone sharp as ever. He turned to you, expression weary. “I’ll make sure they don’t do anything absurd, but honestly, why not just tell Trey yourself? He’s your husband.”

You groaned, sinking into your chair as Cater and Che’nya continued to scheme with increasingly outlandish ideas. Meanwhile, Riddle looked at you like you’d just wired your entire fortune to a scammer and promised to fix it for you later.

Across the garden, Trey caught your gaze again, his brows furrowing slightly in concern at your flustered state. He started to make his way over, and your heart leapt into your throat.

Oh no.

Whatever happened next, you were absolutely not ready.

Riddle had been firm, as always. “A pie,” he said with the kind of authority you’d expect from someone sentencing a man to death. “It’s simple, heartfelt, and Trey would appreciate the effort. Not that I have time to indulge in frivolities like this, but… you’re lucky I know the basics.”

Turns out, Riddle did not know the basics. And neither did you.

What followed could only be described as a culinary catastrophe.

The kitchen looked like it had been struck by a flour tornado, with you and Riddle at its chaotic epicenter. Your attempt at pie dough was a war crime in the making—half stuck to the counter, half to your hands, and none of it remotely edible.

“Why is it stretching?” Riddle hissed, his face as red as his hair, holding one end of the dough while you gripped the other. The elastic monstrosity between you refused to snap, stretching longer and longer like some unholy noodle.

“I don’t know!” you shrieked back, your voice an octave higher than usual. “I followed the instructions! Mostly! Kind of!”

“‘Kind of’ isn’t good enough! Put some force into it!”

Riddle tugged one end of the dough like he was in a tug-of-war with a particularly stubborn ghost. You yanked back, and the dough elongated even further, wobbling ominously in the air.

That’s when Trey walked in.

He stopped in the doorway, taking in the absolute chaos: the flour-streaked counter, the rolling pin embedded in what used to be a bag of sugar, and you and Riddle holding opposite ends of the world’s saddest dough.

“What… exactly is happening here?” Trey asked, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

You froze, still clutching the dough. Riddle looked like he wanted the earth to swallow him whole.

“We’re baking,” you managed to squeak out.

Trey blinked, then burst into laughter, the sound warm and rich like honey. “Is that what you’re calling this?”

His laughter didn’t help your embarrassment, but the way he stepped forward, gently taking the dough from you and Riddle like a benevolent baking god, did. “Alright, let’s see if we can salvage this. Flour, water… and patience. You two watch and learn.”

You stood back, flustered and hopelessly smitten as Trey worked his magic. In minutes, he turned your disaster into a perfectly respectable pie crust. He even smiled at you both as if to say nice try, kids, and it made you feel oddly warm inside.

Still too mortified to admit the pie was meant for him, you let him finish it while Riddle quietly excused himself, muttering about overdue paperwork.

You did feel for Riddle, poor guy was stuck babysitting the Prince after all. Maybe the dough was sad because of his stress.

Later, Cater and Che’nya were far too pleased with themselves when they found you.

“So,” Cater said, grinning, “how’s Operation Swoon going?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you grumbled, remembering the dough debacle.

Che’nya’s grin widened. “Lucky for you, we’ve got Plan B: flowers! Romantic, classic, and impossible to mess up.”

You weren’t sure about that last part, but their enthusiasm was infectious. You ended up at a florist with Cater coaching you through every step, from picking out the blooms to tying a ribbon. By the time you were done, the bouquet looked gorgeous.

When you handed the flowers to Trey later, he looked… stunned. His eyes widened, his cheeks turned faintly pink, and his smile was so soft and genuine that you nearly dropped dead on the spot.

“For me?” he asked, his voice quieter than usual.

You nodded, suddenly nervous. “Yeah. Just, uh, wanted to thank you. For everything. You know.”

Trey cradled the bouquet like it was something precious. “Thank you. Really. This means a lot.”

And when he smiled at you again, you realized that maybe, just maybe, Cater and Che’nya’s meddling wasn’t so bad after all.

You were practically vibrating with excitement as you entered the restaurant, rare flower in hand. You’d spent far too much money on it, but it was worth it. Trey deserved nothing less. The merchant had waxed poetic about how the flower symbolized eternal devotion, and you figured it was the perfect way to set the stage for your long-overdue confession.

Trey was already seated at the table, his calm demeanor somehow both comforting and devastatingly attractive. When he saw you approach, his eyes softened, and that sweet smile of his—the one that made your knees weak—spread across his face.

You handed him the flower, and his expression lit up as though you’d just handed him the moon.

“For me?” he asked, his voice full of surprise and warmth.

“Of course,” you said, a little shy but mostly proud of yourself. “I thought it suited you.”

His fingers brushed yours as he took the flower, and before you knew it, you were holding hands across the table. The atmosphere felt perfect—soft candlelight, his warm gaze locked on yours, and your heart pounding like it had just discovered cardio.

This was it. The moment to confess that you loved him.

You opened your mouth, ready to pour your heart out—

And then she appeared.

The saintess, an uninvited hurricane in the form of a woman, swept into the room with all the grace of a bull in a china shop. You barely had time to process her arrival before she snatched the flower from Trey’s hand like a seagull stealing a french fry.

“Oh, Trey, you shouldn’t have!” she gushed, clutching the flower to her chest like a deranged soap opera villain. “How thoughtful of you to get this for me!”

Trey’s face froze in what could only be described as polite murder. His jaw tightened, his grip on the table visibly white-knuckled.

You, however, were already halfway to a breakdown. “Excuse me?” you sputtered.

The saintess ignored you entirely.

Enter the prince, the human equivalent of a golden retriever who’d been hit on the head one too many times. He trailed behind her, clearly regretting his existence. For once, he seemed to grasp the gravity of the situation and awkwardly tried to mediate.

“Ah, maybe I should—uh—just give this back,” he mumbled, reaching for the flower.

The saintess responded by shoving him.

The prince, unprepared for even the gentlest resistance, stumbled directly into Trey’s arms.

Trey, now holding a grown man like a bridal bouquet, froze. His eyes darted to you, silently screaming what do I do with this?

Before he could decide, the prince looked up at him, smiled coyly, and winked.

You might’ve laughed if the saintess hadn’t chosen that exact moment to drape herself across you.

“Oh, my dear friend,” she simpered, batting her lashes, “surely you understand Trey’s affection for me. You’ll support us, won’t you?”

You were too stunned to respond, stuck holding the saintess like an overly affectionate sloth. Across the table, Trey looked like he was begging whatever gods existed for an escape route.

Finally, something in Trey snapped. Gently—yet firmly—he set the prince in his seat like a toddler being put in timeout. Then, without a word, he reached across, grabbed the saintess by the arm, and unceremoniously deposited her in her own chair.

“You’ll have to excuse us,” Trey said, his voice smooth but his expression pure I’m done with this nonsense. He grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the restaurant, not even sparing a glance back.

Oh, and he definitely took the flower back.

In the carriage, Trey was silent, his expression unreadable. You hesitated before asking, “Are you okay?”

He exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair. “I’m just… tired.”

“Of what?”

“Of not having moments with you for myself,” he said, his voice soft but full of frustration. “Every time I try to enjoy being with you, someone interrupts. I just… I want you. Just you.”

Your heart practically melted on the spot. Overwhelmed by his honesty, you leaned forward and kissed him—a gentle, tentative gesture that said everything you’d been too nervous to put into words.

Trey froze for a moment, then pulled you closer, kissing you again, this time deeper and with so much emotion that you thought your brain might short-circuit. His hands cradled your face, and the world outside the carriage ceased to exist.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his smile so radiant it made your heart skip. “I guess this means you’re mine?”

You nodded, breathless.

“And I’m yours,” he murmured, sealing the confession with another kiss that left you thoroughly, blissfully dazed.

It was supposed to be a simple stroll through the common garden—just you and Trey enjoying a rare moment of peace. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and you were basking in the warmth of Trey's smile when, out of the corner of your eye, you saw him.

The prince.

And worse, the pebble.

You recognized it instantly—the cursed rock from the original novel, the one destined to send the prince spiraling into a tragic, fatal end. It glittered ominously on the path, as if taunting fate.

The prince, blissfully unaware, strutted forward like he owned the place. He stepped right onto the pebble, his foot slipping out from under him with comical precision.

In that split second, you knew what you had to do. Annoying as he was, no one deserved to die because of a glorified piece of gravel.

You lunged forward, grabbing the prince by the arm and yanking him upright just before disaster struck.

He looked at you, wide-eyed, for all of two seconds before breaking into a toothy grin. “Ah, so this is love,” he declared, dramatically placing a hand over his heart. “Fear not, my dear! Your feelings for me are obvious, and I, in my infinite generosity, shall grant you the honor of becoming my bride!”

Trey, who had been watching this unfold with his usual calm, suddenly stiffened. His hand slipped into yours, his grip firm but not unkind as he gently pulled you closer.

“Your Highness,” Trey began, his voice polite but laced with steel, “I think you may have misunderstood something.”

“Oh?” The prince arched a brow, clearly oblivious to the warning signs.

“She's already married,” Trey said, his tone so calm and measured it was borderline terrifying. “To me.”

The prince’s eyes lit up with excitement, not deterred in the slightest. “A rivalry for their love, then? Excellent! Let the best man win!”

You opened your mouth to protest, but Riddle—ever the voice of reason (or exhaustion)—strode into the fray like a man who had been dealing with this nonsense for far too long.

“Your Highness,” Riddle snapped, looking entirely done with life. “What in the sevens are you doing?” Without waiting for an answer, he grabbed the prince by the collar and dragged him away like a scolding parent hauling a toddler out of the candy aisle.

“You can’t just propose to married people!” Riddle hissed as they disappeared down the path.

Left in their wake, you spotted Cater and Che’nya lounging under a tree, shamelessly munching on popcorn. Cater caught your eye and waved, looking far too entertained by the whole ordeal.

“Did you see Trey’s face?” Che’nya whispered loudly. “I’d give it a solid nine out of ten on the jealousy scale.”

“Totally,” Cater agreed. “Hey, Alfred!” he called to the butler nearby. “Get me a glass of wine; this show’s getting good!”

Before you could decide whether to laugh or cringe, Trey’s hand gently tilted your chin, drawing your attention back to him.

“Focus on me,” he murmured, his gaze locking onto yours.

And oh, jealous Trey was adorable. His usual calm demeanor was tinged with a possessiveness that made your heart skip several beats.

Caught up in the moment, you leaned forward and kissed him, a quick but sweet gesture that left him blinking in surprise before a soft smile spread across his face.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Cater almost spill his wine in excitement, while Che’nya clapped like a seal.

“Now that’s spicy!” Che’nya crowed.

“I need another glass,” Cater sighed dramatically, as if the sheer romance was too much for his delicate heart.

But you didn’t care. Trey’s arm slid around your waist, pulling you closer, and for once, the rest of the world faded away.

The war room was dead silent, the kind of silence so heavy you could hear the shuffle of maps and the scratch of quills on parchment. Every important figure of the empire was present—Trey and you, the Emperor and Empress, military generals whose scowls could crack stone, the Pope looking as though he’d rather be anywhere else, and, shockingly, even the Prince, for once not actively trying to ruin someone’s day.

Strategies were discussed in grim tones. Supply lines, terrain advantages, possible reinforcement numbers—you and Trey were fully immersed in weighing the support your duchy could offer. For once, even the Prince managed to look engaged, though he was suspiciously chewing on the end of his quill like a kid stuck in detention.

Then, like an uninvited storm, the doors slammed open.

“Hellooooooo!”

Every head in the room turned as the Saintess waltzed in, an hour late, as if this were a garden party and not a high-stakes war council. She was dressed in what could only be described as a fever dream of bad taste: a dress so garish and bedazzled it could probably be seen from orbit, complete with absurd feathered accessories sticking out at odd angles like a startled peacock.

“Sorry, I’m late,” she sang, twirling unnecessarily as if this was a runway. “I couldn’t decide which dress to wear. Do you think this one looks good?”

The silence was palpable, charged with a collective secondhand embarrassment that could power an entire city.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, wondering if you could claim an "upset stomach" for the fifth time this month. Then, unable to stop yourself, you deadpanned, “Yes. It’d make a great enemy flag.”

Trey choked on a laugh, quickly covering it with a cough. The Pope crossed himself, possibly praying for patience. One of the military generals muttered something under his breath, hand twitching toward the hilt of his sword. The Prince just buried his face in his hands.

The Saintess, predictably, burst into tears. “You’re so mean! I’m just trying to brighten up this dreary meeting!”

The Emperor looked deeply, soul-crushingly confused, glancing at the generals as if to ask, Does this happen often? Meanwhile, the Empress, seated beside him, was gripping the armrest of her chair so tightly her knuckles were turning white.

Trey sighed and leaned closer to you. “I’ll handle it,” he murmured, giving you a quick nod before standing.

He approached her like one might approach a wild animal, hands raised in surrender. “Saintess, perhaps we could discuss this outside—”

But no sooner had he stepped within arm’s reach did she trip. On purpose.

In what could only be described as an Olympian-level act of self-preservation, Trey sidestepped so swiftly she ended up flailing through the air like a failed acrobat.

She landed directly on top of the Emperor.

The entire room froze.

The Emperor looked down at the Saintess sprawled across his lap with the bewilderment of someone who just found a raccoon in their bed. The generals were wide-eyed, clearly waiting for his reaction before deciding if they needed to draw their swords. The Pope had started sweating through his robes, clutching his staff like it was his last lifeline.

And then, like an avenging goddess, the Empress rose from her seat.

Without a single word, she grabbed the Saintess by her feathered hairpiece and hauled her up like a disobedient child. The Saintess shrieked, limbs flailing, but the Empress dragged her toward the door with a grim determination.

“OUT.”

The doors slammed shut behind them, and the silence that followed was deafening.

Trey cleared his throat, brushing off his sleeves as if nothing had happened. “Well,” he said, returning to his seat beside you. “That was… eventful.”

“Eventful?” you hissed, elbowing him. “She just dive-bombed the Emperor!”

Trey shrugged, lips twitching. “And yet here we are, still alive. I’d call that a win.”

Across the table, the Emperor straightened his robes, trying to reclaim what little dignity he had left. “Shall we… continue?” he asked, though his tone suggested he wanted nothing more than a stiff drink and a nap.

You nodded, biting your lip to suppress a laugh as the meeting resumed. Somehow, against all odds, you managed to get back to planning strategy. But you knew this story was one for the history books. Or at least for drunken retellings later.

The negotiation room was a grand affair, with gilded walls, an impossibly long table, and an air of tension so thick you could slice it with a butter knife.

The opposing kingdom’s crown princess sat across from your delegation, radiating intelligence and poise. Her every word was measured, her presence commanding, and she somehow managed to make a simple quill look like a weapon of mass destruction.

Meanwhile, your prince was... spinning in his chair.

“Wheeeee!”

You felt your soul leave your body.

“Your Highness,” Riddle hissed, his voice laced with the kind of fury only a man on the verge of a migraine could muster. “Compose yourself!”

The prince paused mid-spin, blinking like he’d just remembered where he was. “Right, right. Negotiations. Totally got this.” He picked up a quill and twirled it between his fingers like a toddler pretending to be an adult.

You buried your face in your hands, quietly mourning the future of your kingdom.

Across the table, their saint was the picture of grace, clasping their hands as though ready to bestow divine blessings upon the room. They exuded an aura of peace and righteousness that made you think, Ah, yes, this is what a saint should look like.

And then there was your saintess.

She was currently leaning against the wall, dramatically fanning herself with a peacock-feathered fan that you were pretty sure wasn’t hers. She’d arrived late, claiming she’d been “blessed by the spirits of fashion,” and was wearing a gown so covered in rhinestones that it could probably be seen from space.

You caught Trey’s eye from across the table. He looked entirely too amused, like he was moments away from bursting into laughter. You glared at him, silently begging him to take this seriously.

He raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching upward as if to say, I’m trying.

Thankfully, the Empress had come along for damage control. She sat at the head of the table, calm and unflappable, effortlessly steering the conversation back on track whenever your prince derailed it with comments like, “So, how do you guys feel about dragons?”

When the opposing kingdom’s crown princess suggested an ambassador exchange as part of the peace treaty, the Empress visibly perked up.

“That’s an excellent idea,” she said smoothly. “In fact, we have the perfect candidate.”

You felt a sliver of hope. Maybe she’d suggest Riddle—he was intelligent, responsible, and would undoubtedly represent your kingdom well. Or Trey, whose calm demeanor and charm could win over anyone. Or—dare you dream—maybe even you, since you were clearly the only one in this circus who had a shred of common sense. And the two of you could move away from this hellhole.

“We’ll send the saintess,” the Empress announced, her voice dripping with what could only be described as malicious glee.

You blinked. “I’m sorry, what?”

The crown princess on the other side of the table looked mildly alarmed. “Um,” she began, clearly searching for a polite way to decline.

“She’ll be an excellent cultural ambassador,” the Empress continued, her smile widening. “She’s... unforgettable.”

Riddle’s eye twitched, but he said nothing. Trey looked down at the table, probably to hide his grin.

The saintess, oblivious to the underlying implications, squealed in delight. “Oh my gosh, finally! I’ve always wanted to travel!”

The opposing kingdom reluctantly agreed—probably under the assumption that taking her would somehow count as reparations.

When you all finally returned home, the atmosphere was noticeably lighter, as though a glittery, rhinestone-encrusted weight had been lifted off your collective shoulders.

Trey leaned over in the carriage, his voice low and amused. “Well, I’d call that a success.”

“Success?” you laughed. “We basically tricked another kingdom into taking her off our hands.”

Trey’s smile was soft as he reached for your hand. “And we averted a war in the process.”

You sighed, but your heart skipped a beat when his thumb brushed against your knuckles. Maybe you could live with this version of “success.”

Without the saintess egging him on, the prince had downgraded from menace to society to mildly annoying NPC. He still popped up every now and then, offering unsolicited advice on topics he clearly didn’t understand, but Riddle—bless his overworked soul—had finally had enough. As royal advisor, he slapped the prince with permanent probation, effectively keeping him confined to paperwork and far, far away from you and Trey.

Life, for once, was peaceful.

So peaceful, in fact, that you and Trey found yourselves back at that restaurant—the same one that had become the backdrop for two very traumatic encounters. It felt like tempting fate, but Trey, ever the optimist, assured you that lightning wouldn’t strike thrice.

And for once, he was right.

The food was good, the atmosphere was cozy, and not a single insufferable royal barged in to ruin the evening. You both laughed, reminisced, and indulged in desserts that Trey—being the baking connoisseur he was—had plenty of opinions about.

By the time you left the restaurant, the streets were quiet, bathed in the soft glow of lanterns. The air was crisp but not cold, and everything felt oddly serene, like the universe was apologizing for all the nonsense it had previously thrown your way.

As you walked side by side, Trey suddenly stopped.

You turned to face him, confused. “What’s wrong?”

He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he knelt down on one knee, pulling a small velvet box from his pocket.

Your brain short-circuited.

“Trey—”

“Before you say anything,” he began, his voice steady but tinged with emotion, “I just want you to know that despite how things started between us... I’ve never regretted a single moment with you.” He looked up at you, his green eyes warm and sincere. “You’ve made me happier than I ever thought I could be, and if you’ll let me, I want to spend the rest of my life making you just as happy.”

He opened the box, revealing a ring—simple, elegant, and undeniably perfect. “So... will you marry me? Again?”

You stared at him, your chest tight with emotions you couldn’t even begin to untangle. And then you laughed—because how else were you supposed to process the sheer ridiculousness of everything that had led to this moment?

“Yes,” you said, your voice trembling with joy. “Of course, yes.”

He stood, sliding the ring onto your finger with a smile that could have melted glaciers.

And then he kissed you—soft, slow, and so full of love that it felt like the world around you ceased to exist.

Somewhere in the distance, you thought you heard a cat knock over a trash can, but nothing could ruin this moment.

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[maybe-a-dinosaur]

hanamaki only ever shows up on days when matsukawa’s working always manages to avoid his off days he knows his schedule like the back of his hand. where’s he getting this information and how is it so thorough? (see: stalking)

there’s a stretch of time where he brings in exclusively vehicles that are shaped like foods. hot dog van hamburger car taco mobile stack of pancakes on wheels banana boat (banana shaped not the sunscreen) lobster bike cheese bus. issei coworkers are fucking baffled like he has to be laundering money or conjuring these out of thin air like who the fuck has access to things like this??? issei is more concerned with pretty boy w pink hair and no expression and tight pants and was the joke he made last week funny enough??

one day hiro comes in with a remote control batmobile and asks for a tire rotation. other mechanic scoffs from across the room recieves two blank stares he shuts up. issei says “i’ll see what i can do” takes him into the garage two hours later they’re driving it around the shop hiro buys them lunch.

this begs the question though how does hanamaki pay??? is it money every time???? or also food or favors or pokémon cards or does he just have a bottomless bank account?? or does mtsk just let it happen like i’d do anything for you???

au where matsukawa is a mechanic and hanamaki keeps coming in with obnoxious vehicles like a childrens bike and a tricycle and a parade float and a mailman's van and the mystery machine™ and a tank and a racecar and a golfcart and a dumptruck which was accompanied by a completely impassive, straightfaced stare. eyes boring into matsukawa's. daring him to make a joke.

matsukawa writes them all down on a little list somewhere in the reception and he updates it the second hanamaki leaves. he never speaks about him to his coworkers but whenever he's there they talk only to each other and at length. just a constant stream of talking. matsukawa always fixes whatever issue there is with hanamaki's dubiously acquired vehicles. wordlessly.

are they married or have they just met or did hanamaki spot him on the street and follow him to work and decide this is the only way to seduce him? u pick idk

[blobmanwhotries]

I tried don't look at me

Here's our good ol ghost leviathan viktor!

Info and ramble under the cut, as usual

Okay um, not my best work. I think he looks cool as fuck, but it's just... Something isn't working for me. It's good enough for me to leave alone, though.

Now, ghost leviathan viktor. He's uhhhh... He's big. Super big. I'm talking "if he flicked you, you would die" big. Massive boy. That's fine, Scott's gay ass still thinks he's hot (I never said he isn't a monster fucker).

That's talk for another time though.

Viktor does have a slightly more human lower half of the face - the hammerhead-shark-esque part is kind of like a helmet. Obviously it's part of his face, but the lower part of his face is softer and more... I think you get it.

He's one of the Ghosts in the Grand Reef. The other one is, as you can guess, Barbie.

I know that's kind of wild considering the passive nature of both Viktor and Barbie, but ehh. For lore reasons, the Ghost works well for Viktor. Ghosts aren't as violent as Reapers, but they're still territorial and protective, unlike Reefbacks. I also have the idea that Viktor gets infected by the bacteria and heads off to the Void™ to keep from infecting others. The void is, in case you don't know, is notorious for the infinite fucking adult Ghost leviathans that spawn there - to keep you from leaving the main map. It's genuinely terrifying.

It also is a good segway for how Mike and Viktor meet, but that's also for another time.

Anywho. Hope y'all like him. I've never drawn anything translucent, nevermind translucent, bioluminescent, AND alien. That's a really difficult combo and my god I need to practice more.

Any questions? Feel free to send in an ask or comment below.

Edit: oh fuck i forgot in canon they're related, in my headcanons Scott and Viktor are NOT related!!

[fictionfixations]

twisted wonderland (and talking about visual novels)

TWISTED WONDERLAND SPOILERS.

and brief mystic messenger mention

okay. so. im getting into twisted wonderland

and. can i just ask. why does the story actually seem cool? also DESIGNS??? WOAHHH.

Maybe I'm biased, I've had the story a bit spoiled to me cause. Okay so I got into Twisted Wonderland because I was reading Katekyou Hitman Reborn! fics, and there's this series filled with Skull being characters from Twisted Wonderland (and other stuff ofc). And I decided, why not, and it seemed so cool (I adore bamf skull), and also. Honestly. My favorite is Riddle Rosehearts. (Also the 'OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!' ability. 1. Ayo CoLLAR ME PLS HAha- 2. I don't know if it gets more extreme but in the fics its been used to kill a bunch of people at once because, y'know, off with your head. The ability seems very cool.)

honestly i have no complaints about the story?? and maybe thats on me because the most experience i have with japanese visual novels is they're all romance games. and i really appreciate it not being that. HELL YEAH. give me my fantasy adventure with disney villains everyday!

i cannot tell you how much i LOVED Ever After High. And then there was Descendants (i think it got so popular that Ever After High got discontinued, which NOOOO)

Anyway I got so obsessed with Descendants. And then I went to a store and there was Descendants stuff and I bought a lot. I don't know why but I even bought like a Mal wig?? I don't even know why, I don't cosplay.

I'm not sure whose related to who and where exactly it fits in the universe (like, for example, if Riddle's related to the queen of hearts or something, no idea), but there's basically these dorms for seven of these like.. villains. Introduction to who they are in the prologue imo is kinda portraying it in a way that you want to be inspired by them? Like, oh, Scar just wanted equality between the Hyenas and the Lions (I think? I haven't watched that movie in so long), and while technically that's kind of true.. I think other stuff happened but I honestly can't remember.

Or like... The. evil queen? I think that's from Snow White's story. Uhh, that she wanted to be the fairest in all the land and was willing to do whatever it takes, which that was something to be admired about. Honestly don't hang on my word if you don't know about the game's story and reading this anyway because I don't remember a lot from the movies.

(ALSO for once not a story where we're assumed to be like, a girl? again, my only experience is those romance games sadly, but oh my god. I've been trying to get back into Mystic Messenger cause I never had the patience for it before, but the

me: I'm not a girl [dialogue option]

707 I think: ..Then why are you here??? Did you miss the 'something something. It was like [for females] or [female-oriented]'

it was 'youdidntreadsweetfantasyforladies?'

apparently its cause korea wasn't supportive of lgbtq stuff so even the more gay-er routes (COUGH COUGH jAEHEE MY BELOVED) were risky, sad.

but i don't know man. (can we talk about how guys are pushed to like those really overly muscular and buff men.? Wouldn't that technically make them possibly more gay? like idk. question:

if a boy were to play with, say, a barbie doll, would that be more gay then

playing with muscular half-naked men??? i really wonder why it's not flipped the other way around to promote f/m instead of f/f or m/m admiration lol)

anyway i got so off topic. and then i got distracted and i dont remember what i was talking about

segway to my next topic:

also. also. can we just. talk about the overblot designs? okay so im spoiling myself and going on the wiki but im not that patient

LOOK AT HOW GORGEOUS. ALSO HEELS. and i cant tell if its heeled boots but STILL. that little dress part that hangs around the body, the thing behind the head i dont know the name of but ive seen it before, the marking on the face reminding me of like one of those widow veils, the flowers around the waist is a nice touch

and the mark on his neck is 👀

like just SQUEEE, its very pretty, i would LOVE to play him but I'm pretty sure that's not possible

and cause overblotting is like a dangerous thing

(ive read that its like a rare thing in a fic but kept happening often since we arrived [one overblot for every 'book' or dorm] but idk if its canon cause i havent gotten to the explanation in the game and i dont think the wiki mentions it)

[the-firebird69]

Watch "Taylor Swift - You Need To Calm Down" on YouTube

He says to Tommy f you got to get the hotel going with her her thing and get the hell out of there and get the Barbie thing going and superhero bar and casino people being cosplay you don't have sailor Moon and those girls as like waitresses and he thought that was the coolest ideas ever heard because it's more exciting for people and he says what are you going to do I'll come by later when I get bigger show you what which hero I'm sorry character I am. He started laughing again no plastic swords allowed and actually it's one of your characters too. So he's laughing because it's pain yes this wolves being wolvesBaine. So he started laughing he said there's like a Segway going on he said are you there were a bunch of those too everybody's going to quit and I mean everywhere you open a Segway shop they have Segway dirt bikes Subway motorcycles segways off-road segways so he started the Segway business. For real and they got those skateboards and you could probably have like a hoverboard race thing cuz you goobers are like that and really this goober is worse than you it's probably a champion and he's pretty good at that weird stuff so he started setting up this hoverboard race day and business like I don't think I can do that so why do you suck you well Tommy Allen is the best in the world and Jason the second and she got to get in there so he's like getting in there he's getting into it and he got hockey pads on and everything cuz it's going to be rough and it says you're not supposed to rough House they can bump and stuff so he comes up and he's bumping them and he's winning and they start bumping back and it's a fight and it really works it works real well and Tommy F likes it so the few ideas going on but it comes from the movie he says and they like that too the words are a little bigger and they wear a pack but it's intense I'm loving it this is great and I'm going to have to do Harry Potter cuz it's coming out it is so weird this place is going to be intense so he's saying to him he's got to get it going he said he's going to show up as his character and people want to do it and he's going to he's going to arrive you know and he'll probably have Ken and the guys do something so he doesn't look poor. But you know if you don't do the superhero casino and bar I won't be able to show up and costume it's different than what you wear it looks different it's got some spandex involved he was like this wow it's not like the best it's similar it's more like a military vest and he says okay but it is the same jacket and there might be some venom involved this is wow and I can show people how Jack that can get and it should be contest in there yeah the man bar or mancave I mean so he's going to get on it and we're going to help with it it's going to be intense you're going to show up as Dane and do some venom and just say it's like a mountain dew or something and it'll smell like it a little and you're going to be pumped up and people are going to say no way that guy's huge... And if Steve carrier that came back and someone did that. But still we're making this place work and we're making it happen and we're going to build the pilot casino and it says we don't have time to build it we should renovate if it's less time and less energy and it probably is and they're not out near the pilot casino it's in a different video but this is out near where the town is where Biff and Marty McFly have their whole episode and it's before it starts and before he turns it into that kind of an area and he's fighting over it and bja wants it because he has a lot of the rest of the place and you're like we should make like another strip and he's thinking of it he said that whole strip so I have tons of ideas and they're too many and one of them is I don't think they're doing it's hard not kick her 5150 so he wants to do that and like a motorcycle museum and a speed museum so he's into that kind of thing he got really excited and it started to get it going and really this is how it works and his building show up

Thor Freya

You going back and forth you trying to remember what you're supposed to be doing and I see you agitated a little but you nail in it it doesn't seem it which is good people are helping hide it but this is awesome and they'll be big cigar bars and big whiskey bars and all sorts of places oh and we're talking about the pilot and he wants Biden to help with it and he says I'd be really pleased and he says that's great cuz you're like pilot partially and it said no way and it says we need to know you're kind of a rebel so getting it over that junk a little bit I get that so I'm going to go down there and I know where to put it and he says that we have to somehow get together on it so it's along the theme and he's really pleased he has a good idea about it. I know which video it is he's going to try and find it it's a video about the city of Los Angeles no but we're going to get to it

Hera

I think it's the song you're thinking of and it somehow get in there so we're going to wait for that

Ken

Olympus we approve this to be printed in published and yeah it's our son and daughter they have this original idea and the max hate it and now they understand it and it was really the clones of opposing it but now they're not opposing it they think it's a place for them and it's a place for them to get these to fight the max and it kind of is

[brenovablog]

I found this little wooden bedroom set awhile ago in, I believe, Kent, WA. It was in a Goodwill center near Seattle. What do you think of the little lady on the Segway? The bedroom fits her perfectly. While I was finishing up taking some random pictures, my next little client saw the set and asked if she could have her picture taken with it. I kinda liked the idea, so I obliged her. It turned out very cute, I think. Oh, I also checked out my collection of toy cars. I’ll have to come up with a photo concept that will work for me. #photographer #toyphotographer #barbie #barbiebasketballplayer #miniatures #toys #diorama #brenovablog #brenovatown #brenovatownresidents #digitalcamera #toylover #segway #minibedroom #handcarved https://www.instagram.com/p/CF4ubRZJYTm/?igshid=1a2d69n1axzel

[queen-erika-the-songful]

Who is the worst Barbie villain in terms of actually being really good at it? And who's the worst in terms of actually being really bad at being a villain? (If that makes sense)

Hmmm...worst might be the cruise activities director from Lost Birthday if we're counting just regular antagonistic dickheads. Like...why do you have that job in the first place if you hate kids? Also, if enough activities get closed or sabotaged, does that not make you look bad as well? Like, I agree that safety and appropriateness are important but this guy went out of his way to also damage equipment and be actively hostile towards cruise guests, either by avoiding them entirely or rolling around on his segway not caring who he crashes into. Surely people would've started complaining and his boss would've been really mad. I just don't know what this guy's goal was other than MAYBE a couple days of quiet & miserable kids. There was no way this plan wouldn't have backfired on him.

The best at being the worst - I'm gonna go with Laverna from Fairytopia. Even though she did get defeated all 3 times, she heavily backed everyone into a corner each time. She also wasn't just magically gifted, she also had great intelligence and manipulation skills. I mean, how many other villains managed to nearly poison an entire land TWICE? Laverna created two deadly potions that could've brought about the end of Fairytopia or Mermaidia if it weren't for Elina. I really like the scene in movie 1 where she tries to get Elina on her side. She starts out comparing herself to Elina and tapping into her insecurities, THEN used the false wings to hypnotize her. And each time Laverna tried something, she was so close to winning. She almost stole all of the guardians' powers, got the Prince of the merpeople to cooperate at the threat of an unstoppable poison (sidenote: did they ever get it out of that little pool?) and even got her sister the Enchantress to give up the crown and seal herself away and almost destroyed the Blush of Spring which would've brought a winter that may have killed so many people. She was always defeated, but it was NEVER easy.

[katestrophic]

So, The School for Good and Evil Movie

Verdict: Good movie, not so great adaption. 6.5/10. I’d recommend it if you’re curious, but if you are a fan of the books (like me) you should turn your brain off for maximum enjoyment.

If you haven’t seen the movie or read any of the books I suggest you turn back now because spoilers are up ahead.

By itself, the movie stands well on its own. The pacing is good, the story is fine, and the characters and characterization is decent. The movie still has that same cringe-inducing charm of the book (if you’ve read the book you will know). Sure, some characters could’ve used more time to establish themselves so that they aren’t shallow, like Tedros, Beatrix and her princess friend group, and the Coven but I will forgive it as the movie only has 2 hours and 28 minutes to establish everything while the books have 560 pages. Plus, this story is about Sophie and Agatha primarily.

And speaking of Sophie and Agatha...

They’ve completely changed the whole relationship and dynamic of the two. In the books, Sophie was only nice to Agatha as her pet project to add to her list of good deeds and Agatha only tolerated her because Sophie was the only one who showed some care to her besides her mom and cat. In the movie, these girls are considered the outcasts of the town and just kinda own it together. And while I do not mind this change, I find their friendship quite cute.

But it now makes even less sense in the movie as to why Sophie and Agatha were placed in their respective schools.

In the books, Sophie is vain, conceited, and self-centered. She’s only nice just to look good. Her persona is completely fake. This is only a front so that way it increases her chances of being placed in the School for Good, even outright admitting this to Agatha. That way, it makes sense as to why the switch happened. After all, is someone really good if they’re only being good just to make themselves look better?

Sophie in the movie is just...nice. She comes off as “a barbie girl living in a barbie world” kind of gal. Like, okay, I understand you want your protagonists to be likeable, but since they stripped Sophie of her selfishness, it makes the whole “these girls are in the wrong school” plot point make even less sense now as mentioned previously.

Not only that, without her vanity, the moment where she willingly becomes evil has less of an impact now. In the book and movie, the turning point for Sophie is when she got her hair forcibly cut off. In the book, this kinda breaks Sophie where she’s no longer playing around, she’s gonna get what she wants and do what she wants (henceforth, the F is for Fabulous sequence from the book). In the movie, she kinda just mopes around after the deed is done and Rafal now enters the picture for Sophie to begin to sink his claws into her. They have to get the villain, who, in the books I may add, doesn’t start playing a major role until books 2 and 3, to influence Sophie to become evil. The scene just comes off as that “Oh no! Anyways...” meme.

I don’t know how to segway into the general talk of how the movie adapted the book’s events outside of what they did to the characters, so I guess I’ll start talking about it here.

I guess this is as good as a time as ever to discuss the villain. In the book 1 iirc, his only role is to tell Agatha and Sophie to prove his decision wrong and he’ll return both girls home and then doesn’t do anything else. Sophie just plays against herself and turn evil. Again, as previously mentioned, he only becomes an antagonistic force in books 2 and 3. But here, they gave him a bigger role and moved his manipulating Sophie and giving her power plot point from book 3 to this movie. I guess it’s because they wanted a conflict that would result in a major climatic battle at the end? I thought the whole interpersonal drama of the conflicting goals of these girls was enough drama on its own but the movie doesn’t share the same sentiment I guess.

They changed the whole introduction and even the worldbuilding reader world. Outside of including the duel between the two brothers and the change to Agatha’s and Sophie’s relationship, the reader world has no clue about The School for Good and Evil outside of the bookstore lady. And what from the movie says, outside of Leonora (we will get to her in a bit), Agatha, and Sophie, no one else has been kidnapped which is vastly different from the “every four years two kids get kidnapped from this village who turn up later in fairy tales” lore that the book takes out. They also remove any other characterization of the village besides “everyone is a jerk except for Sophie, Agatha, and Agatha’s mom”.

After the girls get kidnapped and dropped off at their schools, it proceeds normally besides cutting a bunch of book events, like the Circus of Talent, F is for Fabulous, the actual Trial by Tale, and THE MIRROR SCENE.

YOU KNOW. THE PEAK OF AGATHA’S CHARACTER. HER MOST IMPORTANT SCENE. OF ALL THE SCENES THEY HAD TO CUT IT HAD TO BE THIS ONE.

Gregory, an original character for the movie, is a nice edition. I’ve only had him for a few minutes and I will do anything for this boy. And a few minutes is all I had for him because they turned him into a stymph and killed him off. This makes Agatha question the real morality of the two schools, seeing the fate of failed students, which I think is a nice touch to the movie.

They also had Rafal be more involved, directly influencing Sophie to be evil and cut a lot of the antics Sophie did to get Tedors’ attention. But, they also added one more unwelcome edition.

They made Leonara Lesso the reader who got kidnapped and have her be in love with Rafal. She was an evil reader who failed Rafal, making him seek out Sophie, They decided to merge her and Evelyn Sader together. LIKE WHY. This change makes the LEAST amount of sense besides further connecting Rafal to the plot and the girls!

Okay, after that gripe is out of the way, the ending. The ending’s fine. Rafal gives Sophie access to his blood magic. The school for good and evil begin to fight and swap places in terms of morality since the Good attacked and the Evil defended. Sophie and Rafal kiss and when all is loss Tedros and Agatha come in to save Sophie. Sophie takes a hit for Agatha and Agatha slays Rafal using Excalibur. At this point I was mentally checked out so I thought it was fine.

And yes, before anyone asks, they included the kiss scene between the two girls.

After that, the girls return home and the status quo is restored. Good and Evil are now supposedly friends. Happily ever after for these two obviously platonic girls.

But, the ending implies the next book, A World Without Princes, will be adapted in the future and I just let out a sigh. I kinda wished this movie was a one and done deal given my thoughts overall with this movie. And, because of this sequel tease, Rafal will inevitably come back.

Overall, this movie was a fun and nice watch, especially as a fan of the book series since I was in high school. I’m glad the movie was made and I could watch it, even though it was a letdown. I will say, those who like making mood boards and enjoy a fairy tale aesthetic in general, you will eat this movie up because the outfits and environment are FIRE.

Ok my rant is done I’m going to bed byeeeeeee.

[falrytopia]

okay so the bcbd soundtrack is OUT let’s talk TRACKS

first impression: all of the songs are VERY pop-sounding, very modern. 

1. Before Us

This one just got a music video released, so we’ve already heard it, but it’s interesting to find out that it’s the first track!

2. Work It

a song about grind-culture?? maybe it works better in the context of the movie but idk how i feel abt the mumble-rap/spoken word portions of this one. sounds like it goes along with a montage, maybe the scenes of Malibu in the ballet studio?

3. Good Vibes

This is one of the songs that the dolls sing!! i’m really excited to learn more about the third voice on this track, because his verse obviously wasn’t included when they were making the singing malibu/brooklyn dolls. i think it might be rafa? the details are spotty on this one, to be sure. the bridge on this one is really cute!

4. Playground of our Dreams

THE B2 BREAKUP SONG???? brooklyn’s ballad abt how much she loves malibu but things aren’t working out. GOD THIS ONE IS SO GOOD??? idk if America is doing the singing voice for Malibu, or if Amber is doing the singing voice for Brooklyn, but the vocalists on this track are KILLING IT

5. See You At The Finish Line This one has been in some of the trailers, and was the other song included with the singing dolls, so we’re heard a good bit of it, but i think my favourite part, which was left out, is that this seems to be the “I still care about you even though we are rivals now” song. again, the VAs for Malibu and Brooklyn are really killing it on this track. also, gonna be honest, i thought this song was going to be WAY earlier in the movie. like, the first or second track. 

6. Big City, Big Dreams

Title track!! The vocalist on this one doesn’t sound like either of the girls, so i think it’s non-diegetic. Maybe the credits music? Either way, it’s a cute track!

As always, i wish there were more songs, and i wish more of them were the specific, plot-relevant “traditional musical” numbers we got in the early barbie musicals, but i do think that the soundtrack looks really promising!!!!!

Removed from this soundtrack are any villain numbers, ie. Johan’s King of the Kingdom, How Can I Refuse, Love is for Peasants, etc. It could be that they’re going the way of CLB, in that the villain is more The Concept of Adversity than a real Human Person (the events coordinator does not count as a villain. he is an angry man on a segway and has no power here). very excited to see how all of these play out in the movie!!

[81397]

im watching a barbie movie n theres a tiny mean man on a segway and this my concept. 

[proprhettcies]

Season 5 Episodes 1-10 (354-363)

S5 Ep 1 (354)-Battery Powered Gift Card

Link’s blue vest and grew a beard

Make gift cards fun for adults

BoJangles

Barbara Mandrell

Link’s mom likes shopping on QVC

WoM- Rhett gets into Link’s taxi

S5 Ep 2 (355)- Future v Past You

Message from your past you to the future you to keep you motivated

Link biting his lip or tongue

Double Shirt

Poop Log Sweatshirt

Rhett’s definition of a sculpture- Must require a 2 man lift

S5 Ep 3 (356)- Pteromerhanophobia- fear of flying

Link going to sleep instantly

Link trying to help his wife while flying

S5 Ep 4 (357)- Presidents

George Washington

Doughnuts

Martin Van Buren

Spider is hidden on the $1 bill

Kotula Metal Corrugated Flag

Canadians

Rhett gets to be the American for the day

More-Challenging Jen with US Trivia

S5 Ep 5 (358)- 12 Worst Inventions

1910- Parachute Jacket

1922- The Baby Cage

1935- Ice Skating Baby Carrie

1938- The Fire Box

1950- The Cigarette Holder for Two

1962- Sea Shoes

1963- Anti- Bandit Bag

1964- Phone Answering Robot

1970- The Shower Hood

1982- The Anti-Eating Mask

2001- The Segway

2010- The Hula Chair

TV Hat

Auctioneer School- how to learn how to speak like one

S5Ep 6 (359)- Fake Bacon Test

Rub Some Bacon on It

Turkey Bacon

Veggie Bacon

Smell the food before tasting it

Thumb Wrestle

S5 Ep 7 (360)- Ways to Stay Warm

Their friend Mike getting lost in woods with the person, he went to and had to share the heat with that person

Butter Churn Shoes

Link feeding Rhett

Fast Food Scented Candle

More- Song that doesn’t go anywhere

S5 Ep 8 (361)- Mars Audition Videos

Wet Wipes

Bodily Functions/ Potty Humor

Rhett’s Size

Astronaut

Buies Creek

Fainting while opening a barbie

Fine Brothers

S5 Ep 9 (362)- Cryptocurrency

Bit Coin

Research- Link’s version

Papa John’s

Space Tourism

S5 Ep 10 (363)- Worst Hairstyles & Good hair

Cat Turds

Jellyfish

Mall Food Court

Merle Haggard

Jill Wagner

Grace Helbig

[offtoljubljana]

55. Ik heb tenminste een fiets

30/03/2020

Het is 15:11 en ik heb college in 20 minuten, dus ik zie wel hoe ver ik kom met deze blogpost. Ik luister voor deze 20 minuten nog steeds naar Slow Pride Month (we gaan verder met Hayley Kiyoko’s Sleepover) en Sanne is inmiddels al meer dan een uur in Nederland.

Gisteren heb ik niet al te veel gedaan. Ik heb wel B&T weer bestudeerd en nu ging het over poppen en Shakespeare’s The Tempest (it makes sense, I promise) en ik moest denken aan de engste Avatar aflevering: The Puppetmaster. Je weet wel, die Halloween aflevering met het bloedsturen. Aangezien de hele aflevering gaat over het weghalen van lichamelijk autonomie, moet ik het misschien gebruiken voor mijn werkstuk. Hmmm 🤔.

Ah, mijn leraar is er, dus ineens veranderde mijn scherm, want Zoom doet automatisch full screen. We gaan dus over een kwartiertje of zo beginnen.

(Ah, King Princess’s bekendste nummer: 1950. Hierdoor kent Harry Styles haar muziek.)

Anyway, B&T. Ik weet dat jullie niet veel hebben aan mijn geblabber over Avatar en Doctor Who en wat dan ook in relatie tot de stof, maar het laat alleen maar zien dat het interessant is en dat ik linken kan leggen met entertainmentmedia. Addy zou trots op me zijn.

Dus dat was mijn dag. Ik had wel weer Lulu’s salade gemaakt, want ik had nog over.

Die aardappelen zijn niet van mij. Even een segway: ik zit nu aan de instant noodles en Kath en Sophia eten vegan burgers in de keuken. Alsnog: een culinair verschil. Ik kwam de keuken binnen en alle groenten stonden mooi gesneden klaar en de soja-erweten vega burgers met vega kaas lagen in de pan. En dan ik zit met de instant noodles te klooien.

(Troye Sivan’s What A Heavily Way To Die is best wel sad.)

Terug naar het verhaal.

In de avond kwam Sanne langs om afscheid te nemen. Ze had allerlei spullen in de gang gezet, net zoals Delaney, maar ze had voor mij dingen aan de kant gezet: hagelslag, rooibos thee, chocolade muesli en... fietssleutels!

Yeah, Sanne had een fiets geleend van Nina, een Nederlandse student (toevallig van de RU) die met de Parijse vlucht een week geleden naar huis is gegaan. Nina heeft waarschijnlijk gerealiseerd dat ze niet terug gaat komen, dus ze had de fiets verkocht aan iemand genaamd Simon.

(Panic! At The Disco’s The End of All Things! Maar het staat dus op shuffle.)

Nou, Simon kwam de fiets dus ophalen bij Sanne, maar hij bleek te groot te zijn. Toen schreef Nina naar Sanne dat ze de fiets dan maar gewoon gratis weg kan doen, dus nu heb ik een fiets. Het is geen geweldige fiets, volgens Sanne, maar beter een fiets dan geen fiets.

Geen idee waar ik nu naar toe zou moeten, though. Toen Sanne gisteren afscheid kwam nemen van Kath, Sophia en Anouk (want die is hier regelmatig), kregen we het nieuws dat de Sloveense regels worden aangescherpt. Blijkbaar zijn Slovenen toch niet zo netjes als gedacht. Hier is er ook nog massale drukte in weekenden, zoals in Nederland. Als reactie komt de Sloveense overheid dus met sterkere maatregelen: mensen mogen dus niet meer in groepen naar buiten. Eerst was het maximaal 3 personen, nu maximaal 1. Verder mogen mensen niet meer buiten hun gemeenten komen, tenzij er geen bepaalde voorzieningen in de gemeenten zijn. Ook moeten mensen nu verplicht een mondkap (of een sjaal als je geen mondkapje hebt) en handschoenen aan in openbare overdekte plaatsen, zoals supermarkten.

Pfoe. 

Toch wel handig, want nu kan ik zwaardere boodschappen op de fiets doen. Ik had een dag last van die fles wasmiddel. Yup, zo zwak ben ik nu eenmaal. Heb dus wel veel schouderoefeningen gedaan.

Dus ja. Dat was Sanne. Het was wel raar. Sophia vroeg ook al of het raar voelde en toen antwoordde ik van wel. Ik ging er nu eenmaal wel vanuit dat we dit avontuur samen zouden beginnen en eindigen. Dan alsnog, niemand had een pandemie verwacht.

Nou jongens, de les begint nu, dus dat is het voor nu. Oh God, jongens, mijn leraar heeft green screen en hij zit dus op een tropisch strand.

***

16:31 en we hebben eventjes 10 minuten pauze en iemand had zijn camera aangezet:

BEDANKT VOOR DE DOG CONTENT LEONARDO!

***

17:31

De les was om iets over 17:00 klaar, maar ik moest Lulu eventjes helpen met iets. De muziek is ook terug, maar ik had The End Of All Things op repeat staan, vandaar dat de recs stiller werden. Na deze keer ga ik verder. Zou ik Top 5 albums toevoegen aan 40. Yuè’s recommendations voor zelf-isolatie!?

Oké, waar was ik? Oh, ja, Sanne kwam dus gedag zeggen en daarna ging ze naar appartement 3 om ook afscheid van Aga te nemen. We zijn weer terug naar 8 mensen in het huis. Tereza heeft nu heel appartement 1 voor haar alleen.

(Sam Smith’s Too Good At Goodbyes. Ahhh.)

Ik heb mijn Thai opgegeten en toen ging ik terug naar mijn kamer. Eigenlijk had ik eventjes geen zin in weer een avond drinken en bordspellen. Waar had ik wel zin in? Videogames! Evelien doet aan tijdreizen (soort van vals spelen, maar het is chill), dus zij was de eerste van onze vaste Animal Crossing groep die de grotere winkel kreeg. Natuurlijk gingen we dat plunderen!

“Plunderen”? Eh, we nodigen elkaar constant uit om elkaars winkels leeg te roven 🤷🏻‍♀️.

(Catey Shaw’s stem klinkt zo goed in Night Go Slow. Dit is het enige nummer van haar die ik ken. Misschien moet ik meer gaan luisteren. Iemand had me dit nummer aangeraden en ik weet niet meer of het Dani of Floris was. Of iemand anders. Merel?)

Het was ook tijd voor een vallende sterrenregen, dus we hebben met z’n 4en een uur lang stilgestaan op het plein om sterren te vangen. Ja. Dat was dus mijn avond.

Ze zijn inmiddels wel gewend aan dit soort rare dingen. Je moet eens weten hoeveel mam aan moet horen over de Sims. (Ik: ”Mijn man is weer zwanger van een alien drieling!” Mam: 😐😐😐).

(Weer Hayley Kiyoko, want ik heb 5 nummers van haar op deze playlist. Nu is het Let It Be.)

Kijk eens wat voor een plezier we hebben:

Echt entertainment. Uiteindelijk ging ik ook maar weer naar AmazingPhil kijken terwijl hij aan het streamen was, want soms was het wel saai om te wachten op alle vallende sterren.

Wie heeft alcohol nodig in quarantaine als je ook een Switch en een goede internetverbinding kan hebben?

Rond 22:00 was ik wel weer klaar met spelen. Ging ik eens op tijd naar bed? Natuurlijk niet. Ik besloot onverwachts om het hele tweede seizoen van Most Popular Girls In School te kijken, die webserie met de namaak Barbie poppen.

(Om eerlijk te zijn past Casual Affair van Panic! At The Disco niet geweldig goed op deze lijst, maar het is nog steeds een slow jam.)

Ik was van plan om er aan te beginnen, maar 2 uur later had ik alle 17 afleveringen gekeken. Dat zijn er 5 meer dan seizoen 1 en blijkbaar heeft seizoen 3 rond de 28 afleveringen, dus daar moet ik even voor gaan zitten. 

Oh, Trisha.

Dus ja, rond half 1 was het bedtijd. Ging ik slapen? Natuurlijk niet. Mijn lichaam is nog steeds te gewend aan wintertijd, de superieure tijd. Ik heb toen ineens de hele Heartstopper: DBH AU gelezen, want waarom niet? Ik heb een link naar deze korte webcomic in de reblog tag gezet (samen met nog wat andere dingen).

(Keiynan Lonsdale’s Kiss The Boy is eigenlijk ook overplayed, dus misschien gaat deze er ook van af.)

“Maar Yuè, ik weet niet wat Detroit: Become Human is?” Cool. Ik ook niet. Het enige wat ik vooraf van DBH wist is dat het een interactieve videogame is over robots die “deviant” worden. Het leuke aan deze webcomic is dat de lezers dus ook de keuzes hebben gemaakt in het verhaal, dus als je zin hebt om iets te lezen dat totaal voortkomt uit keuzes van het publiek, dan is dit iets voor jou! (Ik klink net als een reclame.)

“Maar Yuè, ik weet niet wat Heartstopper is?” 1) You should. Het staat op mijn  40. Yuè’s recommendations voor zelf-isolatie! lijst. 2) Ach, je hoeft het niet te kennen om dit verhaal te begrijpen.

En toen ging ik slapen, maar ik viel maar niet in slaap. Leuk. Heb ik eindelijk het idee om mijn oogjes toe te doen, gaat het niet. En wegens de tijdverandering, was ik tot half 5 (😱) wakker. Een paar dagen geleden was het half 4 geweest en dat klinkt minder dramatisch! Ik heb zelfs nog met Sanne geappt. Ze had vast niet verwacht om rond half 4 een bericht van me te krijgen, maar ja. 

Sanne had uiteindelijk toch een taxi kunnen regelen, dus ze hoefde niet te lopen. Haar moeder had een hotelovernachting op de foute avond geboekt, dus dat werd het ook niet. Toen ze wilden annuleren, bleek dat het hotel niet eens open was. Wow, oké. 

(Mary Lambert’s She Keeps Me Warm is anders dan in haar YouTube versie. Ik vind de YouTube versie beter, maar ja.)

Maar ja, Sanne was om 4 uur met de bus naar Wenen vertrokken en rond iets voor 8 kwamen ze daar aan. Ze vlogen rond 12 en om half 2 was ze terug op Nederlandse bodem. Uiteindelijk waren er 9 mensen die zich op hadden gegeven voor deze vlucht.

Ergens viel ik in slaap en ik werd rond half 12 wakker. Ach. Slaap. Geweldig. Ik had het gewoon zo mega heet dat ik niet kon slapen. Daar had ik een paar weken geleden ook al last van en ik weet niet waar het vandaan komt.

Tuurlijk heb ik vandaag alleen maar Animal Crossing gedaan. Aangezien ik gisteren aan B&T heb gewerkt, lig ik weer op schema met mijn vakken, dus ik heb de tijd om even Animal Crossing te spelen.

Haha. “Even”. Vanaf morgen laat mijn Switch zien hoeveel uur ik aan dit spel heb gespendeerd, want dat kan pas na 10 dagen. Eef had 80 uur gespeeld in de eerste 10 dagen, dus ik zie wel.

(Ik probeer mijn main Pride Month playlists musical-vrij te houden (daar heb ik Pride Month - musical edition voor), maar met A Soft Place To Land heb ik een beetje valsgespeeld door Sara Bareilles’s versie erop te zetten.)

Toen noodles gemaakt, begonnen met dit te schrijven, de les GLINT... en nu zijn we hier. Full circle.

[creativedaddytv-blog]

Как сделать мини ховерборд сегвей для куклы Барби DIY mini hoverboard segway for Barbie doll

[path-of-my-childhood]

SANTA CLARA, LEVI’S STADIUM (May 11, 2018) – Masterpost

Below you can find everything about this specific tour date – videos, reviews, impressions, pictures… Also, you will find links to other awesome masterposts people have made. This will be a constant work in progress and I will continue to update this post. If I missed something important, please feel free to point it out and I will update.

You can find this materpost, as well as those for other dates, on REP Tour page on my blog. Enjoy!

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Videos

Intro/…Ready For It? video 1 – video 2 – video 3 – video 4 – video 5

I Did Something Bad: video 1 – video 2 – video 3 – video 4 – video 5 – video 6

Gorgeous: video 1 – video 2 – video 3

Style: video 1 – video 2 – video 3

Love Story/YBWM: video 1 – video 2 – video 3 – video 4

Look What You Made Me Do: video 1 – video 2 – video 3

End Game: video 1 – video 2 – video 3 – video 4 – video 5 – video 6

King Of My Heart: video 1 – video 2

Delicate: video 1 – video 2 – video 3

Shake It Off: video 1 – video 2 – video 3 – video 4 – video 5 – video 6

Wildest Dreams: video 1 – video 2 – video 3 – video 4 – video 5 – video 6

Dancing with Our Hands Tied: video 1 – video 2 – video 3

Blank Space: video 1 – video 2 – video 3

Dress: video 1 – video 2 – video 3 – video 4 – video 5 – video 6 – video 7

Bad Blood/Should’ve Said No: video 1 – video 2 – video 3 – video 4

Don’t Blame Me: video 1 – video 2 – video 3

Long Live/New Year’s Day: video 1 – video 2

Getaway Car: video 1 – video 2 – video 3 – video 4

Call It What You Want: video 1 – video 2 – video 3

We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together/This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things: video 1 – video 2 – video 3 – video 4 – video 5

Other videos: walking through crowd – putting on the dress for “Dress” – Why She Disappeared – Taylor’s speech about being grateful – people talking about their impressions – close-up of girls during “Shake It Off” – closing – walking through crowd – speech before Long Live – welcome to reputation Tour (Taylor beaming with happiness) – blooper reel – Taylor saying “I put on my own” by accident – blooper reel – YBWM clap clap – part pf Delicate speech 1 – part of Delicate speech 2 – part of Delicate speech 3 - Taylor waving goodbye to fans

*** Also, taylorswifthongkong is once again doing God’s work and saving all the videos. She explains HERE how you will be able to access them.

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Social Media/Fun stuff

Levi’s changing its name on twitter – the show is sold out – the look of the sold out show – meeting Amos – Scott in club Meredith – behind the stage – Taylor’s smile – Nathan Hubbard’s thread about the show (CEO of Ticketmaster) – thank you for understanding – joking around with Amos – giving Scott the gift for Taylor – becoming a fan after watching the show – which song are on which stage

Reviews

Mercury News – Taylor Swift delivers a near-perfect pop show in Bay Area – May 11th – article

ABC7 News video report – Tales from Taylor Swift concert in Santa Clara – May 11th – video

San Francisco Chronicle – Taylor Swift battles public foes, personal demons on ‘Reputation’ tour stop in Santa Clara – May 12th – article

98.7 The Bull – 7 Reason You Need To See Taylor Swift’s Reputation Tour – May 15th – article

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REP Room/meeting Taylor

inside the REP room – she’s a human Barbie Doll – inside REP room – backstage tour from Andrea – fans getting REP room – what dreams are made of – jazysccott with Andrea – Taylor was everything and so nice – inside the REP room – Taylor complimented my make-up – You’re not a wax figure – Scott told me Taylor see everything on Tumblr – costume was a look – Andrea Swift is a legit a Queen – apologizing for smelling like beer – meeting Taylor – around 50 people were in REP room after show – fans with Toshi and Jake – telling Taylor that we miss her vlogs – we chatted about our hair and her music and some mutual experiences – “Golden” as written by Miss Taylor

REP room stories: littletownst – JeremyR_13

Pictures with Taylor: yep.thatsreallymylastname – catelynchrystel – redunderlined – supersillypants – quanecel – JeremyR_13 – scientificadventuresforgirls – lizzillian – sfswift – raynewakeupcall – orphanandrew

All the updates on REP room from this night in Santa Clara HERE and HERE.

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Taylor, her team & friends

Taylor’s quotes from this night – opening - Long Live - Delicate

Taylor – it’s a Love Story

Charli XCX – day 2 of REP Tour – thanking Taylor – show 2 is done

San Francisco 49ers – welcoming Taylor with 13 jersey - end game

Reputation Stadium Tour crew on social media – masterpost

Taylor’s reblog on Tumblr – about Taylor’s team – Scott on segway

Camila Cabello – REP robe

Lorrie Turk – Instagram Story

Levi’s Stadium – donating to foster youth in Taylor’s honor

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Pictures

Crowds in Santa Clara – GIF – picture

Blooper reel – GIFs – BOOP video

GIFs - Blank Space - DWOHT

[moonguardsecrets]

hi im berenal

So I'd like to preface by saying I don't really use this blog too much, I mostly read it every now and again but that's about it. I've been relatively quiet concerning this issue but frankly I don't think that's the right way to go about it anymore, so I'm just going to address some stuff.

I've always believed in being pretty transparent about my issues, especially beef with other people. So while this blog is all about being anonymous, I'm just going to put up my side of this whole thing.

1. Concerning my guild/our story. There's a post I've seen pop up a few times that we've accused Blizzard of copying our stuff for Drustvar. While there's some striking similarities between some of our stuff and Drustvar, we know that Blizzard doesn't care about some random guild on MG. It was a meme. Maybe it's cause sarcasm gets lost in text, idk, but we've never actually believed that our stuff was stolen. We've actually fully embraced the similarities and have been super looking forward to the Drust stuff cause it's a cool concept, but this idea that we've somehow been slighted by Blizzard/earnestly believe that there was a copy thing isn't true. It was a joke that I guess went over poorly outside of our guild. We still say it as a joke in our casual conversations, accusing a specific guild mate of being a blizzard spy whenever something funny happens. It's a little outlandish to me personally that it got taken seriously but hey I'm not going to point a finger around, I'm just clarifying that the Blades as a group doesn't actually think this.

As for my character, which I've seen people saying I try to roleplay Greymane, thanks I guess? Berenal as a character is meant to be insanely patriotic. If they ever turned Genn into a villain, Berenal would follow him, unless it was done so in a really weird way like old gods or something overtly obvious. The character is meant to echo Greymane's statements, but I've never tried to pass myself off as Genn IC or state I have absolute authority from him or whatever.

Our guild is centered around Gilneas foremost and we put a lot of our narrative in-house rather than post it up publicly because we don't believe in forcing an intrusive narrative. I know I've been accused of such personally when Flames of War was doing Ashenvale, though I'll address that a bit later.

2. Concerning the titles of ranks in the guild. Recently a post came out, which was deleted because it did include the name explicitly of our stuff, that was talking about a title given to one of my officers. The post included a mistranslation, saying it translated to queen. That's just blatantly not true. For some background, the position was a recent creation because our previous council system wasn't working too well for this branch so we downsized it to the main officer in charge of the branch of the guild.

Given that this is our pagan project, and they have their own language (which yes, we do proxy with Irish cause I'm not a linguist and I don't have the means or time to make my own language up), we used an amalgam of a few words to describe it. The title roughly translates to an arbitrator of law/leader of law. Not king, not queen. In fact it's not even a noble position either, it's an elected one that if Aleyina were to ever step down, it'd go to whoever was elected next. We use the title Grand Master, Spymaster, Rionasai, and a few others throughout the guild. They're all on the same level of 'power', and countless other guilds have similar structure. I'm not sure what drove the need to lie about that but I'd just like to clear that misconception up before I go into my next point.

3. Concerning the pagan project in my guild. My guild has had a pagan project in it for roughly 4-5 years. I put up the original article for it about almost a year after we started it. It's a story I personally started back in Mists of Pandaria and have cultivated alongside several others for years, it's something I only recently managed to hand off into other people's hands for running it because I couldn't focus on it, I have other narratives and stories that I tell in my guild, but here's the proof of how old this story is. (Note, at the time the Pagans were called "Wickers", which is actually where the whole drust meme even comes from on our side.)

https://i.imgur.com/7rgG9t5.png

I was fascinated with the bare minimal lore that Blizzard provided for the Old Ways and Harvest Witches/Wizards that I tried to expand on that by making a group of people based around the ideology of an expanded religion that roots its self from a common point in druidism.

What started originally as a side group grew into an entire branch of our guild and has since been something I've personally invested years worth of time growing and developing as a writing project alongside others. We've made a point of making nearly everything in this branch original content and it's at the point it's at after four to five years of growth and development alongside the main narrative of the guild. It's a project that I have personally cultivated with the help of others for years and has been personally invested into by the guild as a whole through nearly three expansions now.

On top of it, a while ago we were accused of having said our runes were celtic or something. That's not true. They're stylized elder futhark, we've never bothered to hide that. In fact, I've attached some images below.

https://i.imgur.com/q5MHveU.png

This is an image from Varian's grave in Stormwind. The runes are translatable elder futhark, and this is the closest representation to Common we have in the game.

https://i.imgur.com/C9jc7sG.png

This is an image from Haustvald in Stormheim. These runes too are Elder Futhark, though they've been slightly stylized and include some runes that are gibberish it's meant to represent Vrykul. The angle's a little bad but if you go there in game Elder Futhark is literally lining most of Stormheim. You can translate these as well, it's pretty nifty.

The premise of our written language for the project we have for runes has never been 'celtic', we just based it off whatever Blizzard ended up saying was 'humanity's language'. Our group takes some minor inspiration from norse and celtic themes, but the majority of it is original writing, and the runes themselves are based around the idea of having descended from vrykul runes; so we just kept to the format that Blizz themselves are using for humans in the game.

4. Concerning Flames of War. While this one has largely died down, I'd still like to address it. Flames of War is a team effort, something with over ten coordinators that all of us still actively communicate with one another fairly regularly. During this time I'd been claimed as a dictator, or that I was giving special attention to myself/my own. Flames of War has never been solely 'dictated' by my actions. Every major decision has been either voted on or come to consensus one way or another, including story decisions. Sure I'm the dude who made the server but I've forfeited any real 'power' that gives me in favor of a council system. Ergo, if you're mad at me for something that happened in Flames of War, I highly encourage you to re-assess the things that happened and either speak to myself or another coordinator. We're not in this for some weird power play or whatever, this is a video game in the end of the day and unlike some past 'moguls of the server', I'm earnestly just looking to make my virtual barbie doll be in some cool situations, not make him grand poobah of the alliance or whatever. I can speak on behalf of the rest of the team and say they feel the exact same way.

5. Concerning our adherence to lore. I know there's been some people who have accused my guild of breaking lore/saying I don't care about lore. Anyone who knows me knows I'm a giant lore fanatic and for whatever reason people use me like an almanac in a few servers for lore questions. I really honestly do try to keep the boundaries of my guild within reasonable lore parameters. Despite the rumors, no, my character doesn't have regular casual chats with Genn Greymane, no, our lands are not 'flawless with millions of gold and soldiers', no, we don't RP like we run Gilneas either. All we're trying to do is have fun with the game and tell a story of a rundown kingdom trying to get back on it's feet.

6. Concerning deleted secrets. Yes, I've requested secrets be deleted before because, honestly, ever since this nick-name stuff started it's stopped being remotely ambiguous. Sword of Genn isn't even remotely ambiguous. Neither is Knives of Greymane, that's just changing one word. The rules for the blog on the side state anything that can be considered trolling or abuse of anonymity is grounds for removal of secrets; so I've just used those rules since honestly, a lot of these are really weird accusations. Each time I've been willing/or have provided screenshots to prove the contrary. Not all secrets concerning my guild have been deleted; only the ones that break the rules. This segways into my final point.

As I said at the beginning of this huge post, I've always been a believer of transparency. If you have issue with me, or any of my guild mates, I'm honestly imploring people to contact me over Discord or in game. My tag is:

Berenal#0693 In game it's just Berenal, no weird letters. I'll be online in Boralus.

You don't need to contact me on your main account if you're afraid I'm going to 'out you' or whatever. Any conversation we have will be one on one between us. You can even delete it afterwards, I don't mind. So come to me on a throw-away discord account, let it out to my face, or maybe we can even hash out our differences. I'm more interested in getting this shit done with than trying to start a flame war, honestly. In the end of the day this is a game to me and mine, and we're all paying 15 bucks a month to have fun. I've cleared out my block list entirely, so there's nothing stopping people from contacting me.

I do hope folks reach out so we can hash our differences out and do our own thing, instead of whatever vendetta seems to have brewed up over play pretend for god knows what reason. I earnestly don't understand the point of the majority of these vitriolic posts; it just seems to subsist off the idea of throwing words around for what real reason? To upset people? I don't get it. I don't see what posting incessantly here about it does to fix anything.

If you've got issue with me or my guys come talk to me about it, my door's open.