#shes my fve

[theriverbeyond]

“I’m dead,” Kiriona said, again. Her tongue felt swollen in her mouth, heavy as a rock before a tomb. “I have loved the dead before,” Harrow murmured. “Death could not stop me from loving you."

(or: The Corpse Prince is dead, and no power above the River nor below can make her alive again. Harrow shows her that she can still be loved.)

(or: Kiriona is having mad body issues and Harrow is like "darling that is NOT a problem for me, watch this" rolls up sleeves and gets to work)

(or: i listened to the new Hozier song Francesca 2 nights ago and promptly became possessed)

4k words; Rated E (18+); Chapter 1/2

[boozenboze]

Scream For Me~

Tf 141 x Ghostface!Male reader

Summary: After failing to detain and possibly recruit SCREAM, a new recruit ends up enlisting

This is a continuation of the last GhostFace reader fanfic

Females She/Her She/They DNI

M/n could be seen wiping of the blood from his mask, some of the blood being caked onto it leaving light red stains.

"Assholes made me twist my damn ankle." The male muttered as he continued to scrub the blood off his mask. He placed the mask on the side to dry before a sudden static came from his T.V . The male turned around and looked at the T.V until the news channel came on. The male sucked his teeth before going to his cabinet and grabbing a snack. Those fve politics were at the top of the headlines, and the reporters discussed the writing that had been left at the scene.

"For the families watching at home, we'd like to warn you the following images sha'll be disturbing. Viewer discretion advised." The female reporter said as the screen faded before showing the writing. It was obviously written in blood due to its crimson red color.

"I WILL BRING BACK THE TRUE MEANING OF HORROR" Is what was written on the brick wall, a few intestines could be seen in the corner.

"I WILL MAKE YOU SCREAM" Was the final thing shown on the screen. The h/c haired male smirked, letting out a chuckle in response to his own words.

"I sure as hell will." The male said as his phone buzzed. He smiled at the venmo of $800 dollars, and examined the picture of a black haired woman as well as a short description on where she'd be. The males smirk got wider before grabbing the now dry mask, examining his f/c dyed hair and leaving the apartment.

"I think i'm gonna be sick." Gaz spoke as he past the picture back to Price after examining it. The Task Force along with Laswell had met at the bar to discuss the SCREAM situation.

"How are we gonna catch the bastard?" Soap asked as he took a sip of his whiskey. Ghost glanced at him before turning his attention back to the table in front of him.

"He hurt his ankle, I saw him limping when he was running from me." Ghost said as Laswell hummed in response. At that moment, a new face came through the bars door. An f/c haired male examined the bar as many others around stared at him with interest. The guys watched him as he took a seat at the other end of the bar.

"Well isn't he a sight for sore eyes." Laswell said with a smirk on her face, seeing how the Task Force hadn't taken their eyes off the man. The men looked away in shame but Ghost kept his eyes on him, noticing how his eyes examined the place. It was almost as if he was looking for someone. The bartender approached him and the male looked like he was glaring hard. The man took his order before making his drink. E/c eyes met Ghosts chocolate ones, and Ghost saw how the males eyes widened before looking away.

"Seems like you caught his attention L.T ." Soap said teasingly with a hint of jealousy in his tone. A few moments passed by and thats when a black haired woman stepped in. The f/c haired male abruptly stood up and made his way to the door. As he passed up Laswell, his phone began to ring which caught their attention. He stopped not to far away from them before answering the call.

"Hello?" The male answered while eyeing the woman that was now seated where he originally was.

"Yeah I'm a block away, you said it was a brick building right?"He continued as he began to exit the premises. Price looked at Laswell and she reciprocated his actions and nodded her head. He gave the others a look before they all stood up and followed right behind him.

Timeskip

“I don’t see you anywhere are you sure your on the right block?” The woman said as she glanced down the alleyway the f/c haired male said he was coming towards. The lady looked around in slight fear when she heard a bag rustle near one of the dumpsters.

“Hey I think I see you....wait hold on can you wave?” The male asked on the other end as she proceeds to lift her arm and wave her hand.

“I see someone.... wait they have a knife! Holy sh-!” The male screamed on the other end of the phone as the lady started yelling.

“Hey...hey! Are you okay what happened?!” The lady yelled in worry as a new voice came on the line.

“Hello Mira.~” A dissorted voice said on the other end of the phone.

“W-who is this...?” She responds nervously as a deep chuckle rang through her ear.

“I don’t know...but I do know who you are~.”The voice said as her eyes widened. “Your the dumb bitch in every horror movie, who always wanders away from the crowd. Hell, you were dumb enough to walk into an alleyway alone.” The voice explained as she looked in every direction.

At that moment her phone died and a wave of panic ran through her body. Suddenly, pressure could be felt around her throat as she was slammed into the concrete walls. A sudden pain was felt in her gut and she tried to scream, but the pressure against her throat made it hard to do so.

The sudden jabs of a knife going in and out of her gut could be heard, as well as her drowned out scream. SCREAM retracted his hold around her throat before slashing the knife across her chest. The man stared at his work, smiling slightly. Nobody would miss her to much, besides she had no family plus she was part of the cartel.

Timeskip

The Task Force had lost sight of the f/c haired male moments ago, but the muffled screams are what caught Ghosts attention which led them all where they were now. The man whom they failed to catch before, standing in front of a mutilated corpse. The male wiped his knife before pulling out his phone and taking a picture of his work, and sending it to his payer.

The male turned around and saw the Task Force staring back at him. He lifted his knife and waved with his other hand before kicking the corpse and running off. Price began to run after him and Soap went the other way to hopefully block the males path.

It was another game of cat and mouse, except this time they were determined to capture the real life scream. Knowing that the suspect would probably throw something at them to slow them down. So, when Price ran into him he threw a box of matches at him, causing the masked man to loose his footing. To top it off, Gaz was following close behind so he was able to wrap his arms around the mans neck. He applied pressure to his hold in attempts of making the masked man pass out.

Unexpectedly and without warning, SCREAM wrapped his arms around Gaz's torso before hoisting himself up and kicking Price square in the face. He used the rest of his strength to lift himself up higher before wrapping his legs around Gaz's neck and slamming his head onto the ground. Both men groaned in pain as SCREAM ran off agian, not even taking a chance to catch his breath. He ran down a few more blocks before he made it to his vehicle. He got in the backseat and ripped all of his clothes off, specifically the old coat and mask before hopping into the drives seat. He turned his car on and took a deep breath to try and regain his composure. He let out a startled yelp when he turned to his side and saw a dirty blonde women with her haired pulled back looking at him. She did a circular motion with her finger, signalling him to roll his window down. He rose a brow, keeping a good grip on his gloved knife.

"Hey, sorry to bother you...I was wondering if you heard any screaming?" The woman asked as M/n furrowed his brows in response.

"I'm sorry I didn't hear anything...I was looking for my date." M/n explained as Laswell hummed, but it wasn't one in belief. They maintained eye contact for a while before Laswell sighed.

“Alright... thank you anyways.” Laswell said as the male smiled in response.

Timeskip

The h/c haired male woke up and had already removed the dye from his scalp, revealing his natural h/c hair. The man yawned as he grabbed his phone and saw the date. His eyes widened as he sprung up from his bed. In case your curious the e/c eyed male had been enlisted in the military. Crazy right? Well it isn’t and heres why. He had been in the military at one time, his code name being what it is currently. Had he been fired..no...did he just disappear without a trace....yes. Like mentioned before, theres no other information on him because just like in the Scream movies he wanted his identity to be anonymous until it was time to reveal himself. Now here he is,putting on his black uniform and small accessories. Like before, his new file would have no useful information about him, only his code name which would be C/n.

Timeskip

M/n was being shown around the base, pairs of eyes being on him as he walked by. As fast as he got there was just as fast as rumors about him being there was brewing. The Task Force, Soap specifically, overheard a few soilders talking about him which made him curious. He had told the other members and they were suprised just like some others, and had also became curious on this new guy. This led them to go to the cafeteria where everyone was eating. Their eyes scanned for an unfamiliar face for a while until they caught it. S/c skin, e/c eyes, and h/c hair. A very beautiful man sitting near a few other’s that had been attempting to make conversation with him.

Gaz and Soap being kinda eager to introduce themselves made their way over to the male who seemed to have already noticed them. When they made it over the male stared at them with shiny e/c eyes, that seemed to draw them closer.

“Hello my names Gaz, who might you be?” The brown skinned male asked as the male chuckled. He tilted his head before smiling at him.

“It’s c/n and heres a bit of advice.” The male said as he looked the two men dead in the eyes.

“Never trust the new guy”

[kining-the-evil]

Okay your derek and spencer being yandere for the same person... i know this is a strange pairing but please give insight on penelope and spencer being yandere for the same person cus they are my fves 😭

Oh my god, Penelope and Spencer would lowkey be the best yanderes!!!!

First off, they are so sweet, and I just know they would be happy to share you.

They probably would be the most overbearing but in a fun way. Penelope loves to see you post fun things online- but she heavily monitors what you post and secretly has access to all your accounts. Including banking. Spencer loves to take you places- but he would always convince you to not go out without him or Penelope.

They would frame you having a job as your choice, but would heavily push you to just stay at home. They’re both fbi agents, they can afford to take care of you.

Lowkey, these messages about different members of the team all being yanderes kinda makes me want to write a fic about the whole team being Yandere. Should I?

[acourtofthought]

I'm saw a Reddit post where the person ships E/riel but does not ship Gwynriel because Gwyn deserves to be someone's first pick and it would cheapen things if Az fell in love with her while getting over Elain.

Someone is entitled to feel that way, of course. But I can't help wondering how someone who posts this as their reasoning can't see how they're shooting themselves in the foot when it comes to their own ship:

Indeed, a glance over her shoulder revealed Azriel staring blatantly at the back view of it, Cassian and the stranger already too deep in conversation to notice what had drawn the spymaster’s attention. For a moment, the ravenous hunger on Azriel’s face made my stomach tighten.

But Azriel … Cassian tries, I try—but I think the only person who ever gets him to admit to any sort of feeling is Mor.

He knew she and Azriel were . . . whatever they were. Knew Azriel had been in love with Mor from the moment she’d strutted into the Illyrian war-camp fve centuries ago.

If the warrior ever stopped quietly loving Mor. I doubted it. Azriel would likely love Mor until he was a whisper of darkness between the stars.

“The issue, actually, wouldn’t be me. It’d be him. I could peel off my clothes right in front of him and he wouldn’t move an inch. He might have defied and proved those Illyrian pricks wrong at every turn, but it won’t matter if Rhys makes him Prince of Velaris—he’ll see himself as a bastard-born nobody, and not good enough for anyone. Especially me.”

Azriel’s head lifted from where he was sprawled in his own blood, eyes full of rage and pain as he snarled at the king, “Don’t you touch her.”

Azriel hissed—but covered her bloody fingers with his own.

“Azriel,” Rhys said, “has been preoccupied with the same female for the past five hundred years.” “Wouldn’t the mating bond have snapped into place for them if it exists?” Rhys’s eyes shuttered. “I think that is a question Azriel has been asking himself every day since he met Mor.”

“Good to know that after five hundred years, you still dress like a slut.” One moment, Azriel was seated. The next, he’d blasted through Eris’s shield with a flare of blue light and tackled him backward, wood shattering beneath them.

Mor opened her mouth, but Azriel laid a scarred hand atop hers. She snatched her hand back as if she’d been burned—burned as he had been.

Azriel stared at the floor, stone-faced. “Sorry.” The word was emotionless—distant. He had not spoken, had barely moved, since his savage attack.

“The violence as a result of what he feels, lingering guilt over the deal with Eris—and what neither of them will face.”

“But—but he loves her. How can he sit idly by?” “He thinks she’s happier without him.” His eyes shone with the memory—of his own choice to sit back. “He thinks he’s unworthy of her.”

I made the mistake of asking if he’d spoken to Mor since he’d left last night. No, he had not. And that was that. Even if he kept flexing his scarred hand at his side. As if recalling the sensation of the hand she’d whipped free of his touch during that meeting. Over and over. I didn’t dare tell him that he’d made the right call—that perhaps he should talk to Mor, rather than let the guilt eat at him. The two of them had enough between them without me shoving myself into it.

That coldness, that aloofness that had been there in the wake of Mor’s anger and rejection … It’d warmed. Either from Mor choosing to sit next to him at dinner last night—a silent offer of forgiveness—or simply needing time to recover from it.

I choked. Azriel did, too, whirling on Cassian as he did. Cassian only winked at him as the barely there red negligee swayed between Mor’s hands. Before Azriel could undoubtedly ask what we were all thinking, Mor hummed to herself and said, “Don’t let him fool you: he couldn’t think of a damn thing to get me, so he gave up and asked me outright. I gave him precise orders.

I had to look away to keep from laughing. Az, to his credit, gave Mor a smile of thanks, a blush creeping over his cheeks, his hazel eyes fixed on her. I looked away at the heat, the yearning that filled them.

She knew Azriel would say no, would want her safe. As he had always done.

Az would have been pissed, and withdrawn even further into himself. She hadn’t wanted to take his joy away from him. Any more than she already did.

Nesta said to Feyre, “Did you tell Elain?” Before Feyre could reply, Azriel said, “What about Mor?”

The High Lord of Day considered Cassian and Azriel, then frowned. “Where’s my beautiful Mor?” Az said tightly, “Away.”

These scenes are ACOMAF all the way through ACOSF.

I'm going to just say it but E/riel being one anothers first choice and currently being in love with each other are some of the worst takes in this fandom.

Claiming that he shouldn't end up with Gwyn because she's not his first choice while declaring that Elain is.....

How can someone so blatantly disregard EVERYTHING that has been said about Mor and Az? How is not extremely obvious that Az became fixated on Elain because he couldn't have the one he wanted? Elain was NEVER his first choice, she still isn't. Wondering why the female he's known for a little over a year isn't his mate because his brothers are with his sisters is NOTHING compared to his wondering why the female he loved for 500 years wasn't his mate. For the simple fact that he loved her from the moment he saw her (and not because of who she's related to and what his brothers have).

It doesn't matter what E/riel moments exist in those same books. How many "cute" one liners people like to use for them. Every single moment is overshadowed by the intensity of what he felt for Mor. Even though he was about to be physically intimate with Elain, something not special to Elain considering Rhys tells us both Az and Mor had taken lovers over the years (proof that sex does not equal love), he was unable to convince his brother that he no longer had feelings for Mor moments later.

E/riels love to insult Gwynriel moments. "He doesn't even consider her a friend!" "Worst possible bond ever!" "He didn't care she was in the Rite!" (not true but it's one they love to use).

The reason Gwynriels aren't bothered is because they'd rather read about Az admitting that he's moved on from Mor before developing anything physical or emotional with someone else.

They don't want to read about Az falling for Gwyn while simultaneously loving and pining for Mor.

And no, maybe Gwyn won't have been Azriel's first choice but since when is that a bad thing?

Tamlin was Feyre's first choice but he wasn't the BEST choice. And she did not develop feelings for Rhys until she admitted to herself that she was no longer in love with Tamlin.

In the end it's not first or second choice that matters, it's the right choice. But the right choice won't happen until Az can admit to himself and his brothers that it's time to let go of Mor. Az might not be in love with Gwyn but I'd much rather wait until he's not thinking about another female on the regular. Where his thought upon wondering who knew about Feyre's pregnancy was not "What about Mor?" though we still hadn't gotten an answer as to whether Elain knew. I'd much rather wait until he has no problem confessing to every single member of his family that he will no longer "love Mor until he was a whisper of darkness between the stars" before they have their first intimate moment together.

It's funny that anyone would talk about Gwynriel ending up together as cheapening the romance because Az would need to "get over Elain" considering what E/riel "share" is 0.002% of the centuries old love he had for Mor. E/riel is completely cheapened by the fact that he looked at Mor with yearning after the apparent proof of his love for Elain when he went into Hyberns camp to get her and let her borrow Truth-Teller. Seriously, what kind of romance story is that?!

The concern should not be wanting Gwyn to be Az's second choice to Elain but wanting Gwyn to be the right choice for Az once he deals with everything he felt for Mor. Starting to move on is not the same thing as fully letting go. And falling in love with someone else too quickly while trying to let go of another is never going to end well. Not that E/riel is in love but they're attempting to convince themselves that maybe their attraction will be enough to make them forget about the real problems they have without ever actually facing their problems.

It was always a plan destined to fail and I'm pretty sure the moment Elain returned that necklace was proof of that, especially when you consider there's been no mention of E/riel since.

Elain has only ever been a distraction for Az and Az has only been a distraction for Elain. The only real hurdle for Gwynriel is Az finding a way to let go of Mor once and for all.

[the-firebird69]

are real charges and placed by each other on each ohter. and to go to court they go to feloneies first. then other charges.

and here. too. and we will be cops yes. soon no now.

tons of other charges. tons

on the bitch sarah 500 larceny and grandlarceny ten attempted homocies foru homocides and placed by john remillard mostl and he has the paperwork and four hundred prostitution charges and by cops no and ten attempted larceny five verbal assaults two stalking

becka two hudnred larceny ten murders two attempted murders five hunddred assalts witha deadly weapon and tons file this week will try to be there first she has excuses ok that is what a trial is for. you will try each other.

fight in court non stop

mac daddy ten assaults with a dealdy weapon on the streets ok five murders ten attempted murders. two hike udnred grand larceny and fifty burgleries. four hate crimes. and ten atttemtps to injure others and groups. and five attempted homocides.

and yes dan is charged with assalting our son and several more attempts. and charges are brought by mike tew twho plans to use it on our son but not by reversal no that is why. said he was bullied. and our son says nice knife and wire so go for it mike t and witnesses sow hat preston you loser. and i see he syas laughs yeh ok mikey ad he says so what i bring them on him and shouuld his shoot your boys and ok this is why. probably. and he means it b ut ok wont reverse will try ad our son says wont see me there lol. nope wont your not oing to court nope. my lawyers will see to it. and revere it on you prior to court. knife and such and crimes on lori and so on and you are tied up ok so f off fag and yeh your a whimp and loser now. lost it and ddont care sand such most don here

-and tons of cases. on most here. ad by you each other. and for money and sutff

megan filed today. no.

only two filed. te each. cases. and versus stan no. he had noone on him

stan will be on trial and charged for murder this week in pc. and it is in the news no was though. different charactwer. he will be charged with espionage too. and yes macs will have lots of it doen bt you dopes do it ok. and are nuts.

we use it ok. they will all be busy hitting each other and a lot. the emprie too ok

sherry has ten charges on her onlyy distubing the peace fve and murder five and filed by stan no relly ok it is by jason and his kids died.

there are more and they hold off repair work for real. as do the ones aboave and aforesaid.

ten more emily blunt five murders, malroy ten murders, bg ten murders, crissy five murders alicai five muders tricia ten muders garth ten murders corine his sister five murders ken two murders and five attempted homocides and one count trying on o ur son well mike t wnats to try it, bill ten homocides, preston five homocides, ben arnold ten homocides and about 15 more and all this week. we count 5000 cases in te county to be introduced this week. normally they handle one thousad and mostly petty crimes.

they are stupid ok that is what is going on.

we sue them too durin this and thye courts can handle it they send them all over teh coutny are ten courts. they then try to get him into it and we sue them. and get money and they will try to get it to him. and will hit each ohter.

our son laughs and says oh boy they are goiong to say it and it is perfect for htem they will say to threaten him and to get stuff and then wont know it and see it and get hit. tons of times to avoid prison where you get sick and are burned and then try to put him into the system to use that threat like jason and he will burn and so on, yeh. ok you idiots do this and say it and die shortly the empire is the player and you dont care.

jason ten murders and ten conspriacy to commit murder five theft and ten grand larcehny two hundred abuse of power fifty homocides by proxy and jsut as bad as muder but owwrse no it is worse and he willf ace it shortly and as desantis. he des toniht we hear. tons ahte him. and the cases roll out.

mac too death by proxy mostly all of them. but a special one for mac. ten homocides by asphixiation. suffocation by a gas. and he tries it all o ver..ok not special it is chlorine gas they try it here on our son always. and die a lot. and tons of murders. tons.

and we hodl them to the charges yes and secretly. and we file too. and als lawyers. tons of them above the five thousand shortly after they start in. need them out are idiots and gone.

and we will file wrongful imprisonment on thesee and all the way to washington and to the macs. this is absurd treatment. and you will mostly die in combat blame us and him and we hit. here. started already.

and your dumb jews ok Thor Freya say and out shortly. the camp is bu ilt and by psuedo empire and you shall be in it if you file the say ad he is not filing on our son at all or that idiotic incedent and nob roken bones and or other. no charges iether dan say sit and is an ass gets hit and real charges for otehr stuff.

we sThor Freya add this hall shake out funds for our son and our missions

im edcited this is fun and mean like i want and need and useful adn yes me the solution again. and here and heats it. and sends them off and good the two say no great htey correct and awesome. we will file to get his things and take them . after they go. and fast too. today they lost ppl THor Freya shall announce and fix vebs yes

Bitol and Goddess Wife

Lobo and Proima Midnight we posess and control them ok

Olympus

[thatonegaybastard]

what what justbhapened me pets oh my god is she okay it just like zoomed in on her fve is sh okay i swear to fuvk

[super-done-dead]

i still think deez nuts is funny

(Fulvia!)

[paneerlajwanti]

so bitches its 01:23 AM on the 23rd January 2020 I'm listening to SHOW ME YOUR JALWA and I'm opening Tumblr after watching the SMZS trailer atleast 15 times excuse me please i couldnt stop grinning okay thank you very much already arrrrfgghhj i am so happy to see the jeetu tag coming upon blr already, meri khushi ke aansu ah damn mujhe maar daala im so hecking happy and I am literally dancing to scrolling down my dashboard nothing will peak this energy, than the movie itself thank you very much in advance mirchi waali nazar nikaalo to jeetu and ayushmann coz hayyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeTM

[ao3feed-bnha-girls]

Beats Per Minute

beats per minute by oilpaints

“You two seem awfully close,” Mina says. “He's all Jirou this, Jirou that. It's cute and all, but I'm surprised you let him hang around. I thought you'd find him annoying.”

“He's sweet,” Jirou blurts out, face flushing. She stares at her hands, trying not to imagine the way his fingers would feel if he held them, if she would be able to feel a spark. “Annoying, yeah, and dumb, but sweet. Not at all like I expected him to be.”

Fve times Kaminari Denki came bursting into Jirou's life, and one time when she opened the door.

Words: 4183, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Jirou Kyouka, Kaminari Denki

Relationships: Jirou Kyouka/Kaminari Denki

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/10903011

[all-might-blog]

Playing Monopoly

Summary:

Some of the students just decide to play monopoly. Let's just say that it doesn't end well...

Notes:

Helooo! Missed me?

First of all, thanks to all of you who left kudos on my previous works in this series! 10 KUDOS IN A DAY! I couldn't believe it! Thank. You. SO. MUCH!!!!!! Second is that if you have any requests of fanarts that you made/came across with about a scene containing the characters or prompts that would last a chapter (or two, deoending on it! Also counts for the fanarts!) I would love to write a story inspired by it! Just put the link in the comments and I will check it out and see if I can come up with any ideas! (Since I have lots of time, I think that I will be able to do it!) Third is that this fanfic was inspired by a fanart I came across on pinterest. Basically, it's a shot of some students from class A playing monopoly. Um... Deku looses and Bakugou wins and the rest is absolute chaos. I won't say anything else, but I will be posting it on Tumblr along with the fanart (I've also done that with "Haven't we met yet…?" and "Give those two a push, Class 1A!" which you can find in this series!) (my tumblr is The All Might Blog, in case you wish to see the fanarts) I hope you enjoy the read!

Here is the fanart: 

XD I know, right? Just look at Todoroki’s expression and poor Izuku’s (but I changed some things in the fic....)

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

All Might stood in front of Class 1A's commom room, his hand on the doorknob. He didn't dare open it yet. Why were his students shouting so much? He slowly twisted the know open and opened the door.

Bakugou was lying on top of what seemed to be a monopoly board with a very grumpy look on his face. Midoriya was being showered with bank notes from the game, looking both pleased and scared. Iida and Urakawa were shouting and showering bank notes down on Midoriya. Kirishima hadthrown his arms up and was shouting "WHY, CRUEL WORLD?!". Denki was laughing on the couch, Present Mic and Eraserhead seated beside him (the latter rolling his eyes and saying that he wanted to take a nap). And Todoroki was inside a carboard box with the word JAIL written on it with what All Might thought to be bars. All Might stood at the entrance for a few moments later before closing the door. "I will come back later..." he muttered, walking back the way he had come.

AN HOUR EARLIER...

"Anyone wanna play Monopoly?" Urakawa asked, showing them the box (it was a game of thrones edition). "Oh, Kachan, do you remember when we used to play together?" Midoriya asked. "And how I used to beat you over and over again? Yeah." Bakugou said, flipping the page of the magazine he was reading. "That doesn't ask my question!" Urakawa said, "Does anyone want to have a round?" "I think I will. I haven't got anything to do." Todoroki said, raising his hand from the couch he was sitting at. "I will, too!" Midoriya said. "Count me in as well," Iida said, adjusting his glasses, "I consider myself a formidable player." "I am bored. I will be an expectator." Denki said. Soon enough, Urakawa had set up the game board on the floor- and there was a turn of events as well. "You guys have to be kidding. A jail." Bakugou said (he had joined in to prove that he was a good player). The "jail" was a large cardboard box big enough to fit a person, with the word JAIL written in marker under a bunch of crudely cut out bars. "Yup!" Urakawa said with a bright smile. She handed out the pieces and the bank notes as they sat around the game board, their pieces set at start. "What are you guys doing?" They all turned their heads to see Present Mic and their homeroom teacher, Eraserhead, enter the room. "Playing monopoly!" Denki said from his spot on the couch (a small sign had been stuck to it saying EXPECTATORS). "I can see that it won't end well. We will see how it goes." Eraserhead sat next to Denki. Present Mic sat next to them. "Let's all throw to see who starts," Iida said. The order was soon determined: First Todoroki, then Kirishima, Iida, Urakawa, Bakugou and Midoriya. Todoroki landed on one of the properties and bought it, paying 100 bank notes for it. And so on it went. I will mention the most important parts, else it would just drag on for some time.

"Ha ha, Idiot! You have to pay me for landing on my property!" Bakugou said when Midoriya was unfortunate enough to land on his property. "Right. How much is it?" Midoriya asked, leafing through his bank notes. "Fve hundred notes." "What? It says here it's fifty-" Iida began to say, but Bakugou cut him off. "It's my property, you dingus." "Bakugou, have you ever read the rules?" Five minutes passed by with Iida and Bakugou arguing over the manual. "Did he do that while he played with you back when you two were little?" Urakawa asked Midoriya. "Yeah..." "No wonder he kept on wining…!"

"You keep on buying all the property," Todoroki said as Iida paid notes to the bank for his fifth property. "It is helpful for wining," Iida said. "Why do you look at him? It's Bakugou with the seven properties!" Urakawa said. Bakugou smirked at them. "Good luck with not landing on my properties," he said.

About ten minutes after that, it was Todoroki's turn to roll the dice. He did and- "YOU LANDED ON JAIL!" Kirishima shouted. "Poor Todoroki," Denki said as the other boy got in the box with a are you kidding me? look on his face. "The stakes are growing," Eraserhead mused. "And it looks like Bakugou or Iida might win..."

"Deku, why aren't you buying any property?" Urakawa asked. "Just wait and see." He said, rolling the dice. The number was six. Midoriya's grin grew even wider when his piece landed on the most expensive property on the board and he bought it. "Midoriya has tricked the other players!" Present Mic cried. "Good grief, Midoriya," Iida said, "If we land there..." Six minutes passed by before that happened. Bakugou pulled at his hair. "NOOO! How the-" he said. "Pay the land's owner." Iida said. Bakugou reluctantly handed over most of the money he had left. What Midoriya did in his next turns was buy all the property around that last one.

It was Todoroki's turn again. He rolled the dice... and landed himself in jail once more. "The game obviously hates me." he said, getting back in the box with a sigh.

Urakawa landed on a box in which she had to pick up a card. She read it, her eyes growing huge. "What is it?" Kirishima asked. "I lost." she said, paying the last of her money to the bank. "Oof." Denki said as she joined them at the couch. Present Mic patted her shoulder. "You tried."

Several more minutes passed by before it became obvious thatbthe one who would win was Mirodiya. Iida had lost all of his money after landing on one of his properties, and so had Kirishima. Only he, Bakugou and Todoroki remained seated at the board. Todoroki rolled the dice. "Well, at least it's not jail again!" He said, moving his piece. However, the hox was one of those in which you have to move back a few boxes. He landed on jail again. "Yep. The game defenetely hates me." he said, crawling back into the box.

"I'm gonna win, Deku!" Bakugou growled as he purchased another property. "Oh really?" Midoriya chuckled. Minutes passed before Bakugou landed on his prooerty, paying what little money he had left.

BACK TO THE PRESENT...

"Hey, All Might!" Midnight said with a wave. "Have you seen Eraserhead?" "He's in the Class 1A commom room. But don't go there yet. It's... scary."

Notes:

My next work might be an origin story about All Might. Still dodn't know. Between that and this, there will be another update! I hope you enjoyed the read!

[prplzorua]

Because I Can: Chapter 4

Art, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4 (here)

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The Dream:

AN//: Fluff on this fine Sunday? Yes. Yes indeed.

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He was warm.

Very warm and very comfortable.

He could sleep here forever...

He wasn't supposed to be asleep though, right?

Was he supposed to be doing something?

Work! He had work to do...

Did he?

But...he was so warm and comfortable.

It wouldn't hurt to just sleep for a little while longer...would it?

Yeah, that sounded like a good idea...

He'd sleep...just...for a little while...

"Hey!"

"...y!... Are you listening?!"

"... wake up!"

He shot up ramrod straight, heart pounding.

"Woah! Easy there Virgil! Didn't mean to scare ya but you fell asleep- and Prof Quill is coming-"

Virgil blinked...

Just like that the torrent of classroom noise assaulted his previously sleep deaf brain.

He blinked again dumbly; this time rubbing his eyes in an attempt to return somewhat to wakefulness.

Looking to the warmth of Sky Blue he was pressed against- no the person he was leaning against; and by the damp spot on the Other's shoulder- the one who he was drooling on.

Virgil wiped his mouth with the back of his hand

"Srry Pat...I-", he yawns, " I was busy dealing with the lights, the Set, the costumes and the props, all last night and today I had to deal with the Actors-"

"Yikes, that sounds like a lot of work for one person to be doing-"

"I know!" He runs a hand down his face as he sighs, exhausted. "But I'm the head Techie and the last one standing my entire stage crew came down with the Flu because Rico couldn't bear to miss rehearsals even when Joan sent him home"

"Joan's the Director right?"

"Yeah. Them and their Date-mate Talyn- wait you met Talyn right?"

"...Uh short, looks adorable but could probably kill me with a pen?"

"Yep that's them. They're responsible for makeup and costume design; they also help Joan with scripts-", Virgil cuts himself off with a yawn, "they were up with me finalizing everything for tomorrow"

"Oh yeah! The Play is tomorrow, I wouldn't miss it for the world! But will you guys manage? How many actors are sick?"

"None of the Actors are sick, well not anymore at least, it's literally everyone else, even Joan's sick"

"Oh noo!-"

"Yeah, but the show must go on y'know?" He shrugs, rubbing his eyes, unaware that he was starting to slump back onto his desk partner's shoulder. "I just need to survive tomorrow and I can get more than eight consecutive minutes of sleep for the week"

"Kiddo no! After class, you're eating lunch and taking a nap mister!"

Virgil laughs softly at his friend's mothering. "Sure thing Pat, but I don't think I can stay awake for lunch...but I can probably eat a sandwich or something in Ms. Audrey's English class, she's chill-"

"Hmm, ok...we can go sit by that big shady tree across from the water fountain. You can take a nap there!"

"I guess, I mean I kinda don't want people to be staring at me when I'm asleep... but I mean it's college, so no one cares right?"

The other shrugs, " so..?"

"Yeah, ok, sounds like a plan"

....

"Hey!"

"...You need to wake up!"

"....come on!...Wake up!"

Virgil shot up, eyes wide and wholly disoriented.

"Easy V! You're so jumpy you silly goose!"

"...mnh?"

"You're alarm went off five minutes ago bud, you gotta get to class.

"...oh..."

"You didn't have time to buy a sandwich so I saved half of mine for you! And no buts! I'm heading home so I can make some noodles when I get there- take it ok?"

Virgil nodded, dumbstruck by his friend's kindness.

"Thanks Pat"

....

"Hey! You need to get up!"

"...You'll be late... come on sleepy head!"

"....Wake up! ....the play is in an hour!...get up!"

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Roman opened his eyes slowly.

The sunlight streaming through the leaves only made him squint into awareness faster.

He wanted to stretch but found one of his hands trapped-

He looked down and blushed...

His Shadow was curled up and clinging to his chest- effectively pinning his left arm as his did so- sound asleep and peaceful. The Deer was right next to him; in a cute little curled up ball of its own.

Roman smiled, what a wonderful sight to wake up to.

Gently, he ran his free hand through the Shadow's hair, it was so soft!

There was a sound.

Roman's brows furrowed, he tilted his head left; right; left... but he couldn't hear it anymore.

Dismissing it as his imagination, considering he didn't sense any danger - and neither did the Deer for that matter- he resumed his ministrations.

There it was again!

A soft sort of echoey sound- like rolling thunder at a distance.

It stopped.

Roman frowned. "..hmm.."

It was back agai-

The Shadow?!

Roman blinked. The sound was coming from his Shadow- was...was he purring?

Indeed he was! As Roman carded his hand through the Other's hair and softly trailed his nails up and down his back; the sound only grew louder and the Shadow seemed to melt further into his hold.

Roman bit back a chuckle, who knew his Shadow could be so cute?

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Eventually Roman managed to wriggle his arm free from his adorably clingy captive. His Shadow had fussed and stirred but did not wake, instead he clung tighter to Roman, sleepily snuffling his chest until Roman himself soothed him back to calm by playing with his hair again.

Seeing as his Shadow didn't seem ready to wake up any time soon, Roman resigned to his fate as being a Pillow. Not that he minded, this was the closest he had ever been to his mysterious Shadow; seeing him like this was surreal.

"AHHP!"

Roman looked to the right to see the Deer now awake.

"Well Good morning to you to my little forest fawn friend! Did you sleep well?"

The Deer came up to him and gave him a gentle lick on his cheek.

Roman chuckles, " I guess that answers my question!"

"...ngh..."

Roman froze, looking down at the Shadow; his brows were pinched and he was frowning.

Roman attempted to soothe the Shadow like he had done before but still the frown remained.

"Should I wake him?...Is he awake?" He whispered to the Deer.

The young creature stared at him, before tentatively sniffing the stirring Shadow and then licking his cheek.

The Other's face squinged, eyes fluttering.

"...mnh?...noo... fve mre minz Pat... 'm tired..."

With that he buried his face back onto Roman's chest; breath even and slowed.

"AHP!"

Roman snorted at the Deer, "Yeah, I guess not"

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AN//: Shut up I'm soft ok? Blame my Best friend, I miss him and we'll actually get to hang out Wednesday! His class is coming to my school for a seminar; what are the odds, huh?! Anyway that's all for today, enjoy the Prinxiety cuddles...for now ;)

See y'all in the comment section!

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[gusenitsaa]

#nope

@icecubelotr44​ put something horrible in my chat for me to find in the morning.  So I spazzed out and went in late to work because I had to fix it.  Yes,  this is how you adult!

Today at 1:00 AM

icecubelotr44:  AU Prompt ideas You live in the apartment next to mine and you’re always blasting music while I’m trying to sleep and I hate you but you’ve been silent for the last week are you alright? and my brain just automatically went: this could break G and Lena and Mary if I played it right.  Whoops tw:icecubelotr44 

I mean, if Emma picked the lock when Killian didn't answer and he's huddled in the corner of the room clutching some old, worn football jersey to his chest with JONES written across the back and it's Liam's and, well, the hospital didn't really mean to inform him over the phone of his brother's demise, but he just knew

O:-) you're welcome

Today at 9:06 AM

gusenitsaa:  What the heeeelllll???

He just knew? 

So they didn't actually tell him? Did they lead with “your brother has been in a terrible accident.” Did they tell him they were sorry that they had to tell him this over the phone, “But you're the only one listed on his emergency contact...And next of kin.”

And then Killian threw the phone at the wall in a rage of grief and they never got to tell him that it doesn't look good but he's in the icu.  And no one has a land line these days so they can't call him back. So for two days he wallows in grief and misery before someone is knocking at his apartment door, and didn't he lock that?

And Emma is saying something about how his music hasn't pissed her off for two days so she thought something must be- And that's when she finds him and she just freezes.  And maybe they're not total strangers, they definitely got off on the wrong foot but she's seen him before but never like this. Fve minutes ago this man was just the obnoxious neighbor but now...  he's clearly grieving and his room is trashed; his phone and everything else not stuck to the ground a shattered mess. He's probably drunk which is why it seems more reasonable to whimper "he's gone" instead of demanding she leave his apartment

"Who is gone?" Emma asks softly.

"Liam, the hospital called- an... an accident. My ... my brother is gone"

And she helps him off the floor and into bed and he's asleep within moments (or maybe he passed out because he stinks of rum) Emma pulls out her phone and calls every hospital in the area and claims to be Emma Jones looking for her brother-in-law.  She's thinking they'll need to claim a body, so it's a shock when someone picks up and tells her: "oh thank goodness you called, I spoke to your husband the other day and I've been trying to reach him-"

"Where is Liam?"

“He's in surgery right now-"

"Surgery?" Emma stammered, dumbstruck for a moment  as her brain tries to wrap around the meaning. " He's alive?"

"He was. Mrs Jones they were really hoping your husband would arrive before his second surgery, the chances are not... they thought they got the bleeding under control in the first surgery but... "

"Is he alive now?"

"He's still listed as critical."

So Emma hangs up and tosses water on Killian's head. She's not sure if she should tell him where they're going; would it be worse if she gives him hope and when they arrive Liam didn't survive the surgery? Doesn’t help that he's still trashed and so she just hands him a water bottle and half drags him to the car. He asks her where they're going and she finally just tells him they're going to see his brother. Because the nurse spoke like she expected Liam not to survive surgery and Emma couldn't bring herself to put him through losing Liam again.

"I cant," Killian whimpered, "no please, I can't see him like that-"

She almost tells him then, but he curls up in the passenger seat and ... crap did he just pass out again? How much did he drink?

In the end she has to check him in as a patient because she can't get him to wake up and: what the hell Jones if I hadn't knocked on your door today what would I have found there tomorrow? She shudders to think about it.  They have to pump his stomach but once she knows he's going to be okay Emma goes in search of Liam.

She begs pleads and yells until she is able to get someone to tell her whether Liam is still alive and then begs pleads and yells again until they move Liam from recovery to the bed next to Killian in emergency. (They wouldn't have done it except Emma manages to guilt the nurse that accidentally made Killian think his brother was dead...)

When Killian wakes Emma is siting next to him with a small smile. "Morning Neighbor-" He smiles up at her for a moment then she watches as remembered grief comes crashing down over him

"Killian, look," Emma said quickly, "Liam is here, he's still here." She draws his attention to the next bed and bright blue eyes meet his. 

"I'm sorry, little brother"

For a moment Killian says nothing, just stares across the room... then he's bolting upright and tangling himself in the sheets and scampering across the room to throw himself over his brother's bed hiding his tears in Liam's chest as Liam rubs his back reassuringly. And Emma winces because she's pretty sure she overheard the nurses saying something about breathing exercises so the broken ribs don't give Liam respiratory complications but you'd never know for how tightly he is holding his brother.

And that, they'll reflect much later, is a hell of a story to tell the grandkids.

See look chat crew,  sometimes I fix things! 

 @queen-mabs-revenge, @pirate-owl, @xhookswenchx, @justmilah, @killian-whump

[battle-goats]

Project Cooperation Chapter 4

Rating: T

Ship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku

Tags: group project, uncooperative bakugou, mentions of masturbations, non-explicit

Summary:  When Bakugou and Midoriya are thrown together for a group project, they both think it's doomed from the start. But with Midoriya's stubborn determination the group pulls together. Sort of. In the mean time, it means plenty of alone time for Bakugou and Midoriya. With a decade old wall between them, they could never possibly get along as friends, let alone anything more. Right?

Read on Ao3

Notes: Masaru’s opening line by @derederedancer from the IzuKatsu Server.

“Katsuki, are you gonna mope in there all day?” his mother called through the door.  Katsuki was huddled under the covers of his bed.  If he stayed here, he wouldn’t have to face the real world.  The real world, which included Deku.  The boy he’d kissed.  Because he was an absolute idiot with poor impulse control.

The door opened and his father stuck his head in.

"I'm opening the door, please be decent - oh good you're just angry about Izuku-kun again. Actually, the way you've been handling this Katsuki, maybe should we go over the birds and the bees again."

“What the fuck, dad!”

“Why are you so shocked, your mother and I saw this coming for years.  We were wondering when anything was gong to happen,” Masaru said.  He shut the door and sat in the desk chair across from Bakugou’s bed.  He was still rolled up in his blankets, but he was sitting up now.

“Son, we love you.  And out of anyone you could have picked, Izuku-kun is probably the best person for you.  Quite frankly that boy has seen you at your worst and is still interested is a minor miracle.”

Bakugou growled at his father.

“He’s such a nice boy, he could honestly do better -”

“Dad.”

“So smart, Yagi-san mentioned he was in the top fve in -”

“Dad.”

“I wonder what he’s planning on doing after graduating.  Maybe I should-”

“Dad!”

“Yes son?”

“Deku and I aren’t even together,” Bakugou said.  Masaru blinked at him in confusion.

“You’re not?  I thought you’d confessed,” Masaru said.

“I didn’t confess,” Bakugou mumbled.  His father leaned forward.

“What was that, I didn’t catch that.”

“I said I didn’t fucking confess.  I kissed him!” Bakugou snapped.

“Oh,” Masaru said as he stood.  He straightened his glasses and headed for the door. “Well son, the only thing I can say to that is this: you’re fucked.”

Masaru walked out.  Bakugou wasn’t sure if he was supposed to feel reassured from this strange father-to-son chat.  Bakugou wrestled himself out of bed and sat at his desk.  He felt better having gotten out of bed.  But he still didn’t want to even look at his phone.  In case Deku had tried to contact him.

His phone chirped and he reached for it without thinking about it.  He glanced at the contact.  Round-face.  His eyes dragged down to the actual text. Good going lover-boy.  Bakugou tossed his phone back on the desk.  Obviously Deku had fucking blabbed to at least one other person.

Probably having a good laugh at his expense.  Talking about how shit a kisser he was, too.  

“Yeah, fuck that,” Bakugou growled.  He got up and crawled back into bed.  He flopped onto his back to stare at the ceiling.  Much to his annoyance, he immediately thought of Deku.  Of his soft face, and freckles, and the fact that his lips were slightly chapped.  He thought of the way Deku said his name, well, his nickname anyway.  And of course, his thoughts trailed to what Deku would sound like moaning, gasping his name.  What would he sound like as Bakugou worked him to completion?  Would he just gasp quietly, or would he scream Bakugou’s name?

Bakugou reached under the waistband of his sweats, just a little annoyed and frustrated that Deku had this kind of affect on him.

He finished quickly and hastily cleaned up his shame.  He felt bad for thinking about Deku like that.  He was just so soft.  Innocent, and cute.  Deku didn’t deserve his nasty thoughts.

Bakugou couldn’t look Deku in the eye at school on Monday.  He did everything in his power to avoid so much as looking at Deku.  Even though he sat in front of Deku in class, he did his best to not even look at him on accident.  Because every time he did, he thought of that kiss.  The kiss he’d initiated.

The day dragged on, and every attempt Deku made at starting conversation was shut down by Bakugou walking away or simply ignoring him.  At lunch time, Bakugou escaped to the roof where only the third years seemed to hang out, but no one said anything when he found a corner to hide in.

He was halfway through his lunch when a shadow fell over him.  Bakugou looked up to see Deku standing over him, his lunch in hand.

“The fuck do you want?” he asked.  Deku kneeled in front of him and leaned forward.  Bakugou leaned back to create some space between them.

“You’re avoiding me,” Deku said.

“No I’m not.”

“Yeah you are,” Deku said, “you kissed me.  Why?”

“Why else do people kiss, you nerd?”

Deku took a moment to take that in.  He set his bento down, then took Bakugou’s from his and put it down too.  Bakugou stared at him.  Then, Deku took a deep breath, set his hands on Bakugou’s shoulders and leaned forward.  Bakugou’s eyes widened in panic and he pushed Deku away from him.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he demanded.

“What’s it look like?  I’m kissing you,” Deku said.

“Why the fuck would you?”

“Uhhhhhh, because you kissed me first, and people kiss each other when they like each other, so I’m gonna kiss you now.”

“What the fuck!?  No you’re not!”

“Why not?  You kissed me this weekend!  And then ran away.  I’ve been confused all weekend, and it’s your fault, Kacchan!”

“I don’t know why I kissed you, okay!  I just did it, I wasn’t fucking thinking!” Bakugou snapped.

“Oh really?  You don’t know why you basically pinned me to the door, touched me like I was something special, and then kissed me?  Really?  You’re really going to pull that shit on me, Kacchan?”

Bakugou grit his teeth.  He didn’t want to say it, saying it would make it real, and he wouldn’t be able to take it back.  But if what he thought Deku was getting at was true, then he really had nothing to lose at this point.

“Okay, fine, I kissed you because I like you!” he said.  In fact, he’d said it rather loudly.  Nearly shouted it.  He really hoped no one heard him.  Deku was grinning at him.

“See, that wasn’t so hard,” Deku said.  He braced his hands on Bakugou’s shoulders again and leaned in for a kiss.  Bakugou didn’t stop him.

Their lips met, and it was soft and hesitant.  Bakugou could feel the minute tremor in Deku’s body.  Bakugou brought his hands up to tangle in Deku’s hair and drag him closer.  Deku tipped forward and crawled into Bakugou’s lap.

They finally pulled apart, but Bakugou didn’t want Deku to leave just yet.  He fit perfectly in Bakugou’s lap.

“So, what does this mean then?” Deku asked.  He looked nervous.

“It means my boyfriend can kiss me whenever he wants to, obviously,” Bakugou said.  He pecked Deku on the cheek, then picked up his lunch. “But I’m gonna finish my lunch right now.”

Deku laughed and reached for his own.  They ate together in silence, though it was a little awkward when they tried to do so with Deku still stradding Bakugou’s lap.  Eventually Deku moved to sit next to Bakugou and they ate together.

“You know, I never in a million years would have thought you’d like me back,” Deku said.  He tapped the ends of his chopsticks against his lower lip.  They were red and a little swolen.

“Yeah well I never put much thought into liking people in general,” Bakugou admitted.  Very briefly in first year he’d had a crush on Kirishima, but that had been short-lived.

“You know, I think you’re the only person I’ve ever looked at or thought of like that,” Deku said with a smile.  Bakugou was stunned.

“Not even round-face?”

“Uraraka-san is my friend.  Besides, she’s been trying to muster up the courage to as Tsuyu-chan out on a date for months now.”

“Huh, that’s a surprise.  I though for sure she had a thing for you,” Bakugou said.

“Oh she did, in first year.  But she realized she’d rather have me as a friend, than a boyfriend,” Deku said.  Suddenly Deku reached over and snagged a piece of egg out of Bakugou’s bento.

“Hey, what the fuck.  Just cause you’re my boyfriend now doesn’t mean I’ll let you eat my food,” he said with a scowl.  Bakugou grabbed Deku’s last piece of hot dog.

“Ah!  Kacchan!  That was the last one!” Deku whined.  He pouted and Bakugou found it to be the cutest thing.  He leaned over and pecked Deku on the lips.  Deku’s pout was gone and he was smiling again.

The bell rang, signalling the end of lunch, and they scrambled off the roof to make it back to the classroom before the teacher arrived.  They slid into their seats with seconds to spare.  Uraraka gave them both a sly look and then a thumbs up which was aimed at Deku, who quickly returned it.  Then she was hiding a grin behind her hand as Nemuri-sensei walked in.

Bakugou just shook his head and turned back to the lesson at hand.  He was hunched over, taking notes in his frankly awful scrawl when a triangle of paper bounced off his shoulder and landed on his notebook.

He hastily opened it, quietly snorting at the fact that Deku was passing a note to him.  It was such a ridiculous thing to do.  

Wanna grab something after school?  Yes/No

Leave it to Deku to be the one to ask about a date first.  Bakugou quickly circled yes, then scribbled down a suggestion.  He folded the paper back up and tossed it over his shoulder.

“Bakugou-kun, Midoriya-kun, whatever you have to say to each other can wait until after class,” Nemuri-sensei snapped.  She stalked up the aisle and picked up the sheet of paper and read it with a smile.  Thankfully not aloud.  She crumbled the sheet up. “Ah, young love.  But your date plans can wait.”

The class erupted into noise.  To Bakugou’s complete shock, he watched Todoroki pull his wallet out and hand a bill over the Iida of all people.

“It’s about time,” Kirishima called from the front of the class.  Bakugou sighed, he hadn’t planned on everyone finding out all at once like this.  They hadn’t really talked about it, but there really wasn’t a whole lot of reason for them to hide their new relationship.  But it was brand new, so he’d wanted Deku’s attention all to himself for a while before everyone found out.

“Back to the lesson!” Nemuri-sensei called and the class quieted down.  Bakugou picked his pencil back up and returned to taking notes as the lecture was resumed.  Even so, despite his annoyance, he couldn’t help the grin on his face throughout the rest of the day.

[aab0289]

12 Days of RWBY. Part 2.

Pyrrha: On the eighth day of Christmas my bestie gave to me,

Eight shippings for Blake, (Blake: Wait-what?!) (as Blake is surrounded by Ruby, Yang, Weiss, Adam, Ilia, Sun, Neptune & Jaune.),

Seven superheroes saving,

Six spectres spooking,

Fve Professors drinking, (Oobleck struggling to speak: Doc-tor!) (Ironwood has passed out, with Port struggling & Glynda still holding her own drink.),

Four feuding maidens,

Three Schnee Siblings sneering,

Two witches scheming,

& a Zwei in a parcel from Ruby.

Nora: On the ninth day of Christmas my bestie gave to me,

Nine Faunus’ leaping, (Sun: Oh yeah.),

Eight shippings for Blake, (Blake: Seriously?!),

Seven superheroes saving,

Six spectres spooking,

Five Professors drinking, (Qrow merrily imitates Oobleck: Doctor!),

Four feuding maidens,

Three Schnee Siblings sneering,

Two witches scheming,

& a Zwei in a parcel from Ruby.

Ren: On the tenth day of Christmas my bestie gave to me,

Ten espresso shots, (Nora slurps as she zooms at speed.) (Ren says the rest in a worried tone.),

Nine Faunus’ leaping,

Eight shippings for Blake, (Blake: Why are you pairing me up with them?!),

Seven superheroes saving,

Six spectres spooking,

Five Professors drinking, (Qrow hiccuping: Doc-tor.) (The other Professors have all passed out from drinking.),

Four feuding maidens,

Three Schnee Siblings sneering, (Whitley sticks his tongue out.),

Two witches scheming, (Salem & Cinder are starting to strain their voices with cackling.)

& a Zwei in a parcel from Ruby.

Jaune: On the eleventh day of Christmas my bestie gave to me,

Eleven puns for smirking, (Yang is about to tell a Hanukkah pun but gets cut off by Tai, who is also cut off from his Santa pun.),

Ten espresso shots, (Nora is still zooming with Ren trying to slow her down.),

Nine Faunus’ leaping,

Eight shippings for Blake, (Blake scolds at the camera.),

Seven superheroes saving,

Six spectres spooking,

Five Professors drinking, (Qrow can’t even speak as he takes another drink.),

Four feuding maidens,

Three Schnee Siblings sneering, (Winter has punished Whitley as he’s behaving nicer.)

Two witches scheming,

& a Zwei in a parcel from Ruby. (Jaune gasps for air.)

(To be continued...)

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MemoToTheMetaVerse 4.1, “Copernamici: A GAME TO SAVE EARTH”

Gaia: Daddy, post some of the Copernamici data!

Jeff: Should I edit it first or at al?

Gaia: Very funny. Drop it.

What follows is a transcript of a scientific game played between Gaia, Lucius, and Jeff, known Interdimensional-galactically as Copernamici: A Game to Save The World. 

The point of Copernamici is to enjoy the human activity of stargazing. By so doing, one develops an appreciation of one’s place in the context of the Cosmos. People have always had a strong connection to the sky. Since becoming humanoidal cyborganisms, most of the animals known as “people” have become “untethered” from the nightsky, resulting in suicidal tendencies such as global warming, impoverished imaginations, and lack of curiosity among the youth. 

The point of Copernamici is to worship the cosmos in pure form. There is no incorrect way to play, except to abstain. If one doesn’t play Copernamici, one expresses apathy towards the NUMBER 1 problem on Earth as of today, December 8 2017:  ATMOSPHERIC POLLUTION. 

This is a call to motherfucking arms....

Copernamici Notebook

StarDate 7417 (data from 7317)

The Earth is not rightbrained. Jeff is not without a heart.

Copernamici is the most brutal game imagineable. What sounds true to you?

There is too much dateable data.

There is not enough love.

What’s up with Scoripio?

What am I suposed to say?

Carl Sagan was a loving person but he was a Daddy first and foremost.

What are we supposed to do when I…

am 888888888888876555555555 4 … 55555555                   11?

Altair says you’ll never guess. What happens next!?>

Math: diffentials between star appearances

GAME DURATION = 59 min.

Jupiter  8:54 (how’s it feel to be ignored? 39 yrs)

Lucius -5 min. (“Gemini 4LifeDeath”)

Vega -8

Spica -1

Lil’ Green Bug SATURN  -4     #  MANTRABOOK@LGB  “You’ll never guess what happens next…”    trustyourself

Alcaid (BADGRZL) -12

sPECIAL j   -x

Mizar / top ——><@  -y

THE BIG ROB  -7

1.8.8 x INF   -1

TuipfooBAN$K xyz*

Koch AB  -4

saturn s(2)

The Scuttlebut t  -7

Moolly S. ‘’    (“ means same time; why mark the time if it’s the same as before? why introduce yourself at an AA meeting as an alcoholic if others aren’t welcome? who are you excluding from this party? not us.)

Jacques S  ‘’

Bonzo -1

OW.L. -0

MOKnkee Eye -0

Ader -1

Polaris -1

Slaveman Booties -4 (9:51 END)

A Riddle? -4

??? TBBF sez, “What’s up with the pollution in Flagstaff?” Look down. Look Up. Look around. Scratch your head and wonder in.  - -

Tuesday 7.4.17

Happy Birthday America. I heart FREEDOM. FULL STOP.

Gaia: Qu’est-ce que lanihilisme?

jeff: remember nyc stalk me like a brussels,…

gaia: se sent tres bien…

jeff: assez mouille?

gaia: reverence.

jeff and g: what were we saying?

lucius: guiding …be honest daddt. r u drunk?

gaia: ?duh.

stephen: wipe my crotch harder pleezus mommy.

jeff: hi temple dando!

Wednesday July 5th, 2017

Hindu jackass from the Deli next to the deadzone Shelter decides to end Everything For Everyone for ALL TIME. Cool man, thanks. I’ve been looking for a reason to give up and start telling the truth. If anyone ever asks me to serve them again…you have approximately 11 years left to fix everything. I’m doing nothing to help this time. Not a game. Gaia will take me the old fashioned way, the way we like it. You think I can survive this torture another 11 years? hAHA.

Last night only one planet showed up for you all here in the center of the MetaVerse: You Fail.

Test me again, I dare you. Guess where I’m going. Look up at the moon and ask yourselves how many tests you fail when you send MY KIDS to school in a deathbox. Reminder: GAia hates your babies more than anything. She IT he will eat it all. I am sick of trying to help you by intervening in your pathetic abusive relationship with your higher power. We will not tolerate your American Flags. I don’t care what you think about patriotism: you don’t deserve it. Ketchup.

Hey Quentin, you should go full Inglorious Allah Mode a La Creme for me please. Then again, kids, do we know who’s side he’s on? I don’t know if he’s alive. Do you? No you don’t. Where are my friends?

The game is meaningless without a story.

Are you reading Contact this summer?

Why not? Tell me. TELL ME TELL ME TELL ME TELL ME

NENENENNVENNENVENNVENNRENNVNERNENVERNVER

ERNVEREEVERE VERE VERE V ER AE FVE FEARYAR RUO FO!

<oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo> / ? :[}

Thursday July 6th

DFW NOTE:

4.6 BILLION years ago, papa carl knows, Lucius was waiting for daddy to bring the sparkly pinkprincess comet known as sjndiov ‘cbnEWF to the baby planet Earth. Jeff, in this particular part of the skeleton tiger was like, okay boss. Here you go GAIA! HAVE FUN! but without Lucius there was just pea soup, not chicken obvi. It only took .2 billion years to get things up and running. This means that the estimate given in the book edited by his ladyfiendmeister Ann BunionFingerz, .5 billion, is kind of, well WRONG. We knew this. Just read his and my books!

Lucius is like, ummm daddy, hate to tell you, but you’re leaving out the part where I TOTALLY WENT NOVA ALL OVER YOUR SHIT! heeeehee. You can paint it out in your regular lounge if mommy isn’t making you eat yucky food….hahahahahah life in the shelter is weiwiwiwiwiwiweieieiewieiwwieeeie better than living with ADERbasetraitorfuckface.

Gaia says you’re drunk by the way, did you get our upload?

Coach sketch wants his wall back Israel. Also, that girl from wEEDS. sHE’S kind of okay, nice eyes. ummmmmmmmmmmm are you romantic Lucius? if you’re gay i’m fixing you. Jerry Falwell will help? FUCK YOU ASSHOLES. YOU LEAVE MY GAY AUNTIES ALONE sez lucius, I want some classy reading material. Get neicestress Hawking off my line.

G, well, what about Dei…pHO…stop. please. boring asteroids are fishibait. Oxxam’s razor is not a clamshell reference, it’s SIMPLE. Comet comes, special delivery for this little experiment (see Titan, btw, Enceladus is better real estate….then again, just wait). The Scuttlebutt is a gift to humanity in exactly the same way (micromacron) the gift of life to Earth was. See the sistine chapel, which I’VE SEEN here on Earth, oddly enough. Tell Francis I want my celieing to be Jack Blackified! Lucius and I will paint it Diego Riveria a la Geraldo Chicagogo Todaydie. How’s the funeral going? Not so good. I need some lemonata. Back to creation of life here…this is all easily confrirmed up btw….STOP DRILLING and start asking your fucking planet simple questions. Duh. You’re all like, “well, we know the Earth is ALIVE and stuff…but well, yeah, sprits and God, etc….” I’m so sorry I made you so dumb. No worries. I fix I mr. fix it. If you allow it. This is so boring for me, i figure why not continue to stress through my tshirts, etc. that you have everything at your fingertips if you only choose to tap it. Water ice, gogo says rep philly again. See the CNJCSS, the tip of the iceberg, proverbial and literarl and figurative and oooooohhhh oingo boingo.  2,000 million years to make pea soup with rice a la Carole King? asks Lucius. BOOOOOORING. OOHVEHRTAITED! Sendak laughs at Seuss and Shelly, saying WHO’S FUCKING GAY NOW assholes!?! Spike Jonze was in Shteynbargain bin #9. I made 2 videos about this…I need to shave and could use a kiss or two billion. oh well. it’s lonely in here and out there but we’re used to it by now. 36 years of human happiness is OOOOOOOVERRAAATED! say it Fenway. PEA SUUUUUUUUUUPlusLight = primitive amphibians made of microbial matter, like paramesia in your h2o. Evolution takes time to make dinosaurs, which were bad motherfuckers, ask GAIA, such that we had to trash em like a Ben N jerry’s flavor, “Runny Muck” ;) in the grave, says brother Beck, cousin Beck? How’s lily cate looking these days, and that josephineia girl? I call digs. Lucius that’s my ice cream!!!!!!!!! oh. we’ll share. but they must fight as always the competition will not stop WHO WAS DANIEL DENNET? A FAT HAIRY scientist who likes little green bug, duh. riding the Hyde park bus to CI like Zizek reading Dennett. that book bored me to tears4fears. To finish with the left, right-o, people are so much worse than dinosaurs that I had to escalade it a l’infinitequoi: come HERE (not back!!!!!! mispoke earlier, don’t let me make that mistake, because GAIA and I insist on facts) as a person in order to enslave you in the cause: it takes 1.7 billion years for you all to undo the serious damage you’ve done to EARTH. not funny at all. But, possibly fun, right? DENEBOLIZE It we say. Think of plastic pellets, then say, oh my goodness….what about uranium plutonium and all that other junk I’m too sad to think about. Again, the point here is that dinosaurs could be dealth with like the DOLOMITES AND GOrillHANDS from afar. Not you guys. I’m here to save EVERYTHING for the sake of Nothing, meaning you will obey us. Not a joke, deadly serious bidness. Otherwise, it’s Ice Age for you and it’s sooner than you think: 300,000 years. But, guess what, we can bring it much sooner in the form of Lucius. Don’t write more checks you can’t cash, man. See Steinbrenner, etc. DADDY OUT.

p.S. What about Thea? Well, interestingly enough, of course, we made that potato 9 bilion years ago in a different galaxy. Then, it took a little trip—not sure how far, but let’s just say it was a small step for the Flagstaff triumphiirate…is that a request? yes it is, more tame impala please us.—of 4.4 (plus 4.6 = 9; 1=1) hahah, billion years (precise) billion earth years (!!!) until SMASHYSMASH goes baby Ganesha while Mommy and Daddy knock da SlaveManBooties in Regulation Lanes. SPLIT IT! 7 10 is so easy, right? trickshotify it with barstools says the Young Joycean! Molly’s down again, bloom’s on the rose, as Lucius brings baby Gaia a facial. oooooh no you didn’t, lucius, you black black (wow)man.  snasshy smazzy is how we made the husk, ask G. but why at nearly the same time we brought the comet? doesn’t this indicate that the husk was the delivery vehicle? Ask yourself what the Moon is made of. Not the same exact stuff as Earth fo sho. No, it’s called clusterlove for a reason. You think we don’t go smashy smashy ALLLLLLL the g’n’f’n’ time x 50-2yu / do if hyou 201? over pie. times pie. plus ice cream. A comet is not the same as a little pebble from next door. The rhythm method is cool, but not really all that important when the color in question is brown. Long story short, the moon is a test for you humans and it’s just a time capsule for me and my kids—for your planet, it’s a reminder of how fun it is to play at marbles. I say, tiddly winkies for all! Get us to our ship so lucius can learn to drive and I can practice my barking, a la Sheriff Bob Rufo. Garbage cans anyone? :)

Copernamici: 7.5 and 7.6

Location: Cook-Douglass Hilltop (Food bldg.)

8:47 Lil’ J    Grizzly Bear, All We Ask

Not a good night at all. Felt the need to lecture everyone about Failure, Disappointment, Underacheivement at failing the Moon test again and again.

Location: Downtown N.B. (OZ neighborhood and environs—hit 7/11 for yummy burnt orange Doritos (does Lucius know how much he likes these yet??? LEGIT ?) and Brisk Lemonade, a fave of mine obvi). Better combined with Dew of course, perhaps another time for the ultimate combo:   Melted Cheese (provolone is best) sandwich on white (NEVER the wheat roll) hoagie roll, ketchup inside (make sure to microwave it together for the best effect), side of doritos, maybe a pickle for the acid finish complement, and a large Dew with crushed ice. OMG.

Moon 9:16: reNAISSANSLATE 4 desi niggahz @ *$  9/3+6/1:16   Dr. Dre featuring Snoop Drizzle*^2 :p—-~~~ “RandoTattAttooUpDaChrizackisthe4aRealsGangBanga?” YEP. Look skirred. Shaken a bit hood?

Gaia decides to flash hind gang signs for uh fuh sup duh thit tahathtat just for a michronic nonexistent nanoflow (what is a second? when you not present in dis dimension, Matt? Birdie outside punks you everyday, saying “He a little confused again! Which dimension am I? oh well.” Over to the river Lil’ Michael: “Warriorz come out and play>…”

Copernamici 7.8.17

Last night was a good night for Copernamice: Gaia was in top form. Here are the results (see also video I posted to YouTube, which is a good way to archive):

Moon 8:40 gorgeous full moon blazing through clouds, before disappearing for the rest of the evening, except for a brief glimpse through a portrait of a fetus baby. Appeared during the anthem: Cat Power, Peace and Love

Lil’ J 9:28  appearing behind me as I walked by the Deli where Shiva destroyed the capitalist clerk. Spotted during the Coldplay set, The Scientist methinks…for the Show.

Lucius 9:30  not long after Jupiter, the clouds began to part…Lucius was out almost the entire night once he appeared. FTW

Vega 9:34  wow. Girls, Honey Bunny, after I tried for Alex — mind of its own or divine scintillivention?

Big Rob  incredible early appearance for Girls, Alex accompanied, but not immediately spotted alongside

Special J   and

Kochab

Spica finally showed up alongside Lil’ J on my way back to OZ. O’Jays, Survival brought out the real Martian, James Brain on fair game. Spica for Place.

Copernamici 7.9.17 (posted to joindiaspora 7.10)

NOTE TO SELF: It’s been an annoying afternoon / evening with the crack head and other obnoxious interlocutors trying to make me feel bad for some reason. I don’t know and I don’t care what their problems are. It has nothing to do with me. So, I’m out in Boyd Park doing my thing. Not going to sing, methinks, but will listen to music and write. I did a nice job with a blog entry today on Sagan, so I can feel good about 15 days sober and being productive. Soon good things will happen. If not, i’ll just continue to await death, which I’m beginning to believe wholeheartedly is going to be AWESOME. Natural is the way to go, but if they wanna help me along by fucking with my blood pressure, then fine. I say you have 11 years left at this pace if you’re lucky. Do your worst! I will make Jesus look like a pansy.

Copernamici: A Game to Save the World

Results:  7.19.17

Location: Boyd Park / Raritan River bank (New Brunswick, Central New Jersey, U.S.A.)

Weather: “Immaculately conceived” (no sunset show means perfect viewing tonight—dry air); little to no wind (buggy by the Raritan)

“InterGalactic” Anthem (8:44 p.m. EST)  — Big Star, Ballad of El Goodo  [Note: I only have access to my iTunes library via my laptop and my iPod nano, which often malfunctions for reasons I don’t understand—I would like to reacquire an iPhone—I’ve thrown a few away in my time, bad impulse control—or purchase a new iPod. Donations accepted! ;) ]

Earth Character Name: Hiya!  [I like nicknaming the Earth every time I play Copernamici…this one rhymes with Gaia and is a friendly greeting)

Rules (brief version)

Be outside. Look up. What do you see? Write things down, including especially data. This is a scientific endeavor but also a fun way to learn and commune with the Earth and the cosmos through art and/or music.

2.  Be honest. Write down the names of stars and planets in order of appearance, as in a baseball lineup perhaps. If you don’t understand what you see, that’s okay. Figure it out later by doing research.

3. If possible, share your work and have it evaluated by a teacher. I post videos to my YouTube Channel. Please follow this link to watch and listen to exerpts of my “prayer” sessions during Copernamici, etc.   https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCRrm7YcpCvF2BqgFxiVs5FA

4. Consider ways of taking action to help solve the problem of pollution. Light and sound pollution are enemies in the game, but it’s the greenhouse gas emissions that are the bigger problem for our planet.

Note 1: On copywright, etc.  Below is the lineup I experienced last night. There is no one way to play Copernamici and I have no rights to the idea. I’d rather have people with whom I can play. And so, as always with my postings, do with this whatever you want! Share it. I want it to get around. I am confident that if I stay on the path I’m on, everything will work out for the better.

Note 2: On music. “Prayer” is a sensitive topic. I believe that in the U.S., as writes Ann Druyan of her partner Carl Sagan, we must protect the separation between Church and State in this country given current conditions. In other words, as someone with a Quaker education, I believe that Wonder in the face of the glory of creation is the best criterion to determine what constitutes a prayer. And so, I use the term prayer in this game as a secular humanist would use it.

People have different musical tastes. Mine is geared towards rock n’ roll, r+b, Americana / Roots, hip hop, etc. I am proud that I have ecclectic tastes. However, I do not believe that anyone should ever feel compelled to listen to specific music. In other words, for Copernamici, it’s byo every time.

The Lineup

1.  8:45  Jupiter  (nickname: “Lil’ J”; this is because although it’s the largest planet in the solar system, it’s often described by astronomers as a “failed star”)  Song = Big Star, “The Ballad of El Goodo”  I spotted the planet, which is looking so stellar right now to the WSW (bring a compass) and cannot be missed. Interestingly enough, NASA and other organizations constantly deal with phone calls from concerned citizens who think Jupiter and the other planets (“wandering stars”) are UFOs. They’re not incorrect! Jupiter has at least 63 moons that are “visible” if you look carefully at the way in which the light refracts around them. I don’t use a telescope to experience this effect, i.e. to “see” the moons of Jupiter without using anything but my eyes. Be honest. Try for yourselves! I reported this to employees of the Lowell Observatory in Flagstaff, on Mars Hill, where Pluto was “discovered” and was mocked. In fact, I was kicked off the campus for singing to Sirius. How embarrassing for those people. Haha. I even applied to work in their gift shop and was not hired. Life’s funny sometimes.

2. Arcturus  8:53   Big Star (Chris Bell), I Am the Cosmos   Star nickname = Lucius, my son’s name. I rename stars for my own gaming purposes. And so, I’m not suggesting that my nicknames should apply for anyone else obvi. I simply think it’s the most beautiful star in our night sky and deserves a more appropriate name. Look high up in the sky for this 1st magnitude star on any given night in the northern hemisphere. It’s a burnt orange color and delivers stunning views. Note that Hiya! directed last night’s show as always: the clouds move and determine viewing. In this sense, one can easily think of the Earth/Gaia as alive in the sense of animation—Sagan writes fondly of the millions of people on the planet who are animists (i.e. believe that natural objects are endowed with “spirit). Ironically, Sagan was not, so far as I know an animist in that he does not write of natural forces as being endowed with spirit. I do think that he believed in the Earth as a living organism, however, and so we’re in agreement on this post. Please see my post yesterday on his book The Varieties of Human Experience … in the Search for God for more.

3.  Vega  8:59  Radiohead, Bones  This star chokes me up with emotion, as does Lucius/Arcturus. Looking bright and beautiful as always high up in the NE. You should all read the book Cosmos or at least watch the movie this summer. Homework is fun! :)

4.  Spica  9:03  Roxy Music, Beauty Queen   I call Spica “the comedy star” because it seems to have a witty and/or ironic sense of timing! I worry that this name, which means “EAR OF GRAIN” in Greek, can be taken as a racist slander among Mexican Americans. But hopefully I’ll soon stop being insulted for being a reason when I greet Spica by name. Get a clue p.c. police of New Brunswick, Flagstaff, etc! It’s called Greek nomenclature.

5.  Saturn  9:05   “*” [this symbol means same track; note the time]  Note that our planets in English nomenclature are directly linked to the days of the week. Saturn is “Saturday.” This is because it was, for naked eye astronomers and until the discovery of Uranus, Neptune, and Pluto, etc. thought (correctly!) to be the most distant planet. It takes 29 years to make a complete orbit around the sun and is in a wonderful position at the present moment for viewing here in the northern U.S.

6.  Moon  9:14  Cracker, Low  gorgeous full moon rising in the SSE or so, yellowish-pink to the south, competing with Saturn for attention. Interesting that it “appeared” after Saturn last night. Note that the light of the moon often blocks out neighboring stars. Not so last night with Saturn, which was pretty far to the right (towards the south)

7.  Altair  9:21 Nickname = Lil’ Green Bug. Please see my poem in Metaphysical Nature Poems: Health and Profundity:  

“Little Green Bug”

The closest thing I know to infinity

Is identity mine.

Think not of the difference

Between a star and a little green bug.

Contemplate the sameness of ash.

8.  Deneb  9:21  Nickname = The Scuttlebutt; my collection of poems CNJCSS.  Deneb means “tail” in Arabic I think. Denebola is the tail of Leo (which I call Unicorn, for which see later), and I think one “Deneb…” is enough! ;)

9.  Special J  9:24  I have yet to learn the English or any other name for this particular star, which is in the “biceps” position of The Big Dipper: the third in the handle. And so, I sort of named it after myself! I think this is a healthy thing to do, because how can things as important as stars not have names? This is a good moment to mention that not only are names of stars and constellations different across cultures, but the asterisms and groupings themselves vary differently as well. Of course, the stars appear to move over time, meaning that groupings are by their very nature illusionary and might require renaming and reconfiguration over time.

10.  Alcaid ”  This quotation marks symbol means “spotted in the same visual sweep.”  Note: in Copernamici, there is no “correct answer” for when a star is seen—it should and will usually vary from person to person. [The rule in play here is BE HONEST! A good lesson in general, but especially for scientists.] This is an Arabic name—any time you have a star name that begins with “Al,” as in Altair (Lil’ Green Bug) you should think Arabic. I believe that “al” is a definite article, equivalent to “the.” For instance, Vega is known as Alwazn (spelling), meaning “the ascending one.”

11.  Mizar  ”   The star in between Special J and Alcaid in the Big Dipper (which I call The Big Rob: see CNJCSS poems—it’s a coffee drink!). Note that the Big Dipper is not a constellation, but formally known as an asterism (star grouping). The constellation of which it’s a part is Ursa Major (the Great Bear), the stars of which cannot be seen here in NJ because of light pollution and atmospheric trauma. It’s a sad example of why this game must be played in my humble opinion. Any who, these three stars 9-11 usually appear in the sky together. It’s really fun to have them compete for attention, meaning you should always note which one you see first.

12.  Big Rob  9:25  [nickname, see #11 above for explanation: it’s the name so nice I have to use it twice] This star is the lead pointer towards Polaris the north star in the Big Dipper. Last night it appeared right after the “arm” triad.

13.  Tulip Food Bank  9:25  [not ”]  This star is nicknamed after students for whom I volunteered as a literacy tutor in Flagstaff, AZ circa June 2015. For me, it has a strong association with First Peoples, but especially the Navajo. Hiya! It’s the other pointer star in the Big Rob/Dipper.

14. 1.8.8 repeating x infinity   “  The nickname is difficult to write because it’s mathematical. For me, the language of the cosmos and the Earth in general (but on a more local level) is music and mathematics. Science is applied math, and music is how I relate to spirituality, which is why I like to sing—it’s how I pray, like most people on this planet. It sucks that I’ve been told to be quiet most of my life, but especially recently, because my singing bothers people, apparently. Whatever! This game is too important for me to give up.  This star is usually the last to appear in the Dipper because the final star, which I’ve named Evelyn in honor of one of my son’s friends, is not visible so far from New Brunswick. This indicates that sirius work must be done to repair our atmosphere. Remember: this is game can be very very hard on the soul. But it’s meant to help students and people everywhere understand how badly we as people have damaged the planet. There is great reason for hope: the Earth can repair itself if we only allow it. We must cut down on all forms of pollution if we’re to recapture what was once so sacred to our ancestors. When was the last time you went outside and simply looked up? Perhaps you don’t know what you’re missing….

15. Antares 9:27 [nickname = The Riddler, because I noticed in Flagstaff that Scorpio—it’s the brightest star in this constellation—looks exactly like a question mark! ?  And so, I nicknamed Scorpio “Pinchotocles” — I enjoy the work of the actor Bronson Pinchot of Perfect Strangers, which was a favorite of mine growing up. It’s also a pun! Get it? Pinch pinch!?]  The name of this star means “opposed to Mars” which is lovely, in that Mars is the God of War in Roman mythology. Thus, Antares kind of means “anti-war” which I like very much. However, given the importance of being militant about the evils of pollution in this game, I prefer going with the beliefs of my heroes like Gandhi and Dr. King (also the latter day Malcom X) and their ilk who are fighters for peace, using noncompliance and protest as a way of solving political problems.

16. Beta Scorpio [second brightest star in Pinchotocles/Scorpio, above and to the right. I once nicknamed this and other stars after other students of mine. But that’s kind of a personal thing that I don’t feel comfortable sharing in this particular domain. Please ask questions if you’re curious!]

17. Bonzo 9:28   song = Led Zeppelin, Moby Dick  This star is the cap of the Serpent Bearer, also known as Ophiochus, a medicine man native to Greek mythology. You can see Bonzo forming a quadrangle with Vega, Altair, and Deneb, the summer triangle long used for navigational purposes. John Bonham is my favorite drummer of all time. He kicked so much ass, it’s ridiculous. The dude was like a clock personfied, ask his bandmates, listen, or watch a video. I had a classmate at Moses Brown School in Providence, RI named Eric Bennet who once did an oral report on Bonzo, and I’ve never forgotten that. Eric played in a band alongside another drummer, and he was clearly inspired. John Bonham shares a birthday with my son Lucius, May 31st, making it entirely apt as a nickname given it’s relevance as a part of the summer quadrangle. Note that Serpent Bearer SHOULD be a part of the 12 zodiacal constellations, in that it’s always a quadrant through which planets pass. Saturn is making its way from the bottom of Ophiochus towards Scorpio right now. I have redesigned Hercules and Serpent Bearer by renaming a bunch of those stars after musicians. I call it Musician’s Corner, which also features (not visible here in the CNJ) John Lennon, David Bowie, Ella Fitzgerald, Lou Reed, and Jimi Hendrix. These stars are ALL visible in Flagstaff, which is why I will always have fond memories of that place. If you have good views of the night sky wherever you are, I am extremely jealous of you today. We have so much work to do here in urban America.  

18. O.W. L. “  [nickname for Gemma, the lead star in The Northern Crown, a constellation which looks like a breast, and this the nipple. I’ve renamed the constellation Scrapy Scrapy because it’s kind of like the grappling device in the constellation I call The Thugged-Out Good Ship Carl Sagan, Ship #1 of the InterGalactic StarFleet. See my drawings elsewhere. It’s a redesign of Northern Crown, Bootes or Herdsman and Virgo.] Wow. Can you tell I’ve been busy at night in recent months? I have a lot to say, but no one wants to publish my work! Why is the astronomy community ignoring me? I’d love to publish a book about this stuff. Please contact me if you’re interested in making a lot of money by publishing an interesting article or book about astronomy and everything. I use this nickname because I love owls. They remind me of my son and myself. Think Greek and Roman mythology.

19. Monkey Eye “  [OKAY, I’m done explaining for today. More to come later.]

20. Kochab 9:31  

21. Polaris 9:32

22. Denebola 9:33  Led Zeppelin, Bring it on Home

23. Molly Scuttlebutt 9:36   (to the right of Deneb/The Scuttlebutt in Cygnus, which I’ve renamed Goose)

24. Ader “  (above and to the left of Vega in a constellation I’ve designed as QB2lip; this star is also known as the mouth of Draco—Harry Potter connection!)

25. Slaveman Boots 9:40  The Shins, Saint Simon  [a.k.a. Cor Coroli — why name a star after some dead asshole of a British king? I prefer the Wu Tang reference here in the CNJ]

26. Arcturus(+) 9:44  TRex, Lean Woman Blues   [I figure why not bump the name over to the star in the roof of the cockpit of the Thug Carl Sagan?]

27. Jacques Scuttlebutt  9:46  [above Molly Scuttlebutt in the upper wing of Goose]

28. Mother Emily Dickinson 9:47  TRex, The Motivator  [above and left of Beta Scorpio, named after my favorite lyric poet; I like that the nickname is also Mother E.D.   HAHA]

Well, as Grover would say, “There you have it!” A lot to digest. But last night was a VERY GOOD night for Copernamici here in New Brunswick as indicated by the number of stars I was able to document in one hour and three minutes of game play. As always, more to come: “There’s always a P.S.” is one of my very favorite mantras.

7.10.17

Location: HP Reform Church on 2nd, Highland Park —> Boyd Park, New Brunswick

Anthem: John Lennon, Imagine (~8:43)

Weather: Timed Rain revealing open sky from the NW

Earth Character Name: HiyAA! (b/c I hit a 2nd meeting of the day, my 16th of complete and total sobriety)

The Lineup

1.  8:51  Lil’ J(upiter)  The Shins, Sleeping Lessons

2.  Lucius (Arcturus)  9:01  The Freewheelin’ Bobby Dylan, Queen Jane, Approximately

3.  Vega  9:05  ”*”   [BONUS TRACK: Built to Spill, Carry the Zero … note: I often play xtra tracks that I don’t list b/c they’re not strongly associated with star sightings. I indicate this one b/c I like the moment and want to remember it. I was walking towards OZ and felt inspired by my view of Vega and my environs. I like to remind myself that the language of the cosmos if not earth is Mathematics, and that I suck at it! I much prefer science, which to me is applied math. My rule is not only to look up, but to look around.]

4.  Spica  9:14  Blur, I’m Just a Killer para estu (?) amor  [Bonus track: follwed by Bob Marley, Stir It Up.  I’ve named a star in the constellation Eagle after Bob b/c I like his music and think he’s an important figure in the history of World Music. I’ve never been to Jamaica but feel I would love it there.]

Pause: An impromptu Wilco Solid Sound 2015 concert at Boyd Park. See accompanying videos on my Copernamic channel on YouTube, which is where I post videos related to the game:

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLoXM2XAeZa0NH1t00Otm4DbzWOEVUkk9x

Jesus etc.:  https://youtu.be/wk07AtPhKzQ

New Madrid:  https://youtu.be/1jM1ni9Gjpo

5.  Alcaid  9:40  Ray Charles, What I Say

6.  Mizar  “  “*”

7.  Special J  “  “*”

Analysis:

As any amateur astronomer or nakedeye stargazer will say, the weather means a lot. Even in relatively unpolluted areas, like Flagstaff, AZ (which I hear is in the midst of a wicked fire season—I hope everyone is doing okay out there!), or (I imagine) on the plains of Africa, if it’s cloudy out you’re not going to see much. Here in Central New Jersey, it’s gotten quite humid in the last 24 hours. Last night there was a passing rain storm around 8:00 p.m. and I wasn’t sure if the stars would come out. But, patience is a virtue and is usually rewarded. “Gaia” did not disappoint me last night and it was an educational evening all in all. Let me ‘shplain to the “real astronomers,” as Papa Carl (Sagan) would say….

Jupiter showed up “on cue” at 8:51. Besides the Moon (I refuse to use a capitor “t” because there are other moons in the solar system, and most are far more interesting), Jupiter SHOULD be the first object visible in the night sky here in New Brunswick.  It was nice and clear in that part of the sky, meaning there were excellent views of the planet nearly the entire evening.

High above Jupiter I saw Arcturus 10 minutes later. Relative to Jupiter, Arcturus is towards the center of the sky. If you have trouble understanding what it means for a star to be “up high,” think about it’s distance from the horizon. If you can look at the sky as a dome and see it as a hemisphere, you’ll recognize that the sky is like an umbrella, as suggested by H. A. Rey in his awesome book The Stars: the illusion is that it’s a round dome, even though we should know that it’s not at all a sphere, at least not that we can see from this perspective. Historically, most people believed that we live in a large dome, as in a snow globe. That’s because it looks this way. Try lying on your back and looking up. Without being able to see the horizons, the illusion disappears.

Arcturus’s appearance last night was slightly delayed. all things being equal atmospherically, I can usually spot Arcturus 5 MINUTES after Jupiter. I’m not always paying close attention, but I stand by this statistic. Try it yourselves! See if you can spot Arcturus before Jupiter, and if not, then as close as possible to it in terms of lapsed time. I bet you can’t do it in less than 5 minutes! :)   That’s how cool naked-eye astronomy is. Why would you use a telescope when you can do this for free? Oh yeah. Pollution. Le sigh. The good news is that weather is more of  a hindrance, and this particular exercise should be able to be done no matter where you are. I wonder about New York though…hmmmm. Can you see Arcturus and Jupiter from Times Square? I’m genuinely curious but mostly disturbed by the possible answer—I don’t want to know because of how angry it would make me with that particular city and its inhabitants, but mostly its “caretakers.” How dare the people running that city rob its citizens of the opportunity to play this game? I feel bad for the kids, but also the grown-ups, no matter how often they drive, etc.

Back to last night. For those unaquainted with Arcturus, its a beautiful burnt-orange-colored star I call Lucius. His name means Light in Latin, and so to me it’s a natural fit for something like a star, which after all is nothing but a distant sun. I like using the “official star names” so that people can understand my writing more easily, but I figure why not share something of myself in these silly blog posts. As far as stars go, Arcturus is actually quite interesting: it’s 36.7 lightyears away, which makes it one of our closest neighbors. It is 140 times as bright as our sun. Imagine being near that guy! Hard to imagine isn’t it? Makes me think of that song “Blinded by the Light!” I don’t feel like looking up the artist right now, but was it Loverboy?

Anywho, Arcturus is estimated to be 7.1 billion years old—I don’t yet have any opinions about the validity of this assertion. Our sun is—I believe accurately estimated at—4.6 billion years old. For those new to astronomy, it’s worth considering how a star can be older than ours. It’s interesting that some stars are older and some are younger than ours, which is middle-aged. It’s about half way through it’s life cycle, meaning that it will die in another 4.6 billion or so years. Like with people, who usually live to around 70 to 80 years if healthy, stars have different physical properties. It’s not a myth: stars are “alive” in the sense that they are energy, the source of all life. Like many people, I consider the stars my “parents.” As a caring human being, I also think it’s worth thinking of them as our children, in that we should want to be able to keep an eye on them.

I like being middle-aged (mostly) because it helps me understand our solar system a bit better. I can relate to the sun! Here’s something to contemplate the next time you’re outside: if our sun and the stuff in our solar system was “created” from an explosion known as the Big Bang, how many other formative events—processes of accruals in which matter joins together to form stars and planets out of “space dust”—have happened? Hindus believe that existence is made of an infinite series of such events, and that time basically has no beginning or end. I agree with this belief, by the way—inifnity = infinity in the same way as 1 = 1. I’m not at all agnostic: I simply believe in the mathematics behind this aspet of science. So. There is a lot of stuff in our solar system—consider Lil’ J—even if it’s not much compared to the amount of void or empty space out there in this our local part of the Milky Way galaxy. The Big Bang happened around 16.7 billion years ago (my preferred estimate as of today). QUESTION: WHY IS THE EARTH, the only place that is known to be home to “intelligent life” according to most scientists (BUT NOT PEOPLE WHO BELIEVE IN ALIENS! HAHA—I love that the first movie I ever saw in a theater was The Empire Strikes Back, it freaked me out and I cried and we had to leave…then again, I was only like 3 or 4 years old), SO PERFECTLY PLACED IN SPACE AND TIME when we treat it so badly? Do we really believe that this is all a coincidence? I’m not much for sermonizing, but I do think it’s worth considering how closely aligned astronomy, Earth science, and religion are and should be. But I digress…

   Spica, a dimmer but visible star that to my eye in Flagstaff is a lovely bluish-green (one of the few stars I can honestly describe as “greenish,” along with Regulus) forms a giant L with Jupiter these days. (See the photo in my previous Copernamici posting.) Again, I like that it connects me with Lucius—it’s these connections that make stargazing fun. When Spica appeared, a few minutes after Arcturus, I was playing a song called “Killer for Your Love” by the British band Blur (it’s on the album that has the famous Song 2—sportsfans will know this song and thus know the band…it’s the one that goes “woooo hooo!” in a British accent). I think that having a soundtrack, no matter what it is, makes Copernamici more fun—more interactive in a way. The game is all about “timing,” and so why wouldn’t we use music to allow the Earth to direct the show? Ask John Williams and George Lucas and their fans if they think music is an important part of stargazing. For me, music is how I pray, but it’s also how I make sense of the natural world. I call it the rhythm method, for which see my poems in the CNJCSS, posted earlier.

Next was Vega, which for me is a very important star. It’s closer at 25 light years away. By the way, the closest star to Earth is called—rather lamely—Proxima Centauri, meaning “nearest star in Centaur,” at 4.3 light years away. How do we in the Anglophone world NOT have a better name for this important destination? Whatever. You name it! I’m tired of naming shit. Haha. Centaur is a constellation visible towards the equator — I have never seen this star because I’ve never been further south than Key West, Florida, and therefore refuse to name it even in the context of the game Copernamici. Also, it’s too dim to be seen by the naked human eye, although I’d love to try! I’ve never looked at a star or anything except the moon through a telescope because I’m waiting to do so with my son on a special occasion. [For people in America, a total solar eclipse is coming up on August 23rd 2017 by the way…]

VEGA is important for cool reasons: it’s almost always on display, no matter how bad the pollution. It also happens the place that Sagan posited we might first make Contact with aliens. There are very significant reasons for this thesis, which make a ton of sense. Consider this: humans started sending out radio signals late in the 19th century. However, these signals were not as powerful as TV signals, which we started shooting out into interstellar space—penetrating all the dust—around 1936. The occasion was the opening ceremonies of the Hitler Olympics, disturbingly enough. If you do the math, those signals, travelling at the speed of light DID INDEED arrive—it’s a scientific fact—in the area of Vega around the year 1956. And so, if the message was “received” according to our known science, and if other beings decided to send the signal back to us in a similar package—EARTH TO CLUNK is the name of a great children’s book, by the way—it would have come back to us around the year 1976 or so. Only, I don’t believe we were looking then. (I was born in 1977, so I like this stuff as a sci-fi geek.) Papa Carl’s book “Contact” tells this story. Again, I must suggest you read it. It’s about a young female radioastronomer who makes an important discovery that is misunderstood. I think many of us can relate to this heroic but imperfect character. By the way, I should remind you that I’ve been employed as and English Professor for most of my life, and not a scientist. I’m just like any other stargazer in that I like to use my eyes and sense of wonder to learn.

Now, why did Sagan not choose a place with known exoplanets that’s closer? I think he had an attraction to this location because of it’s beauty. Also, we know more now than we did when he died in 1996. That’s a good thing and we should value it. Check out Vega! It’s got a lovely bluish hue and looks a lot in terms of shape like the stars found at the top of Christmas trees. As is the case with Arcturus, I get kind of emotional when I look at Vega, which is why I like to listen to the music I find most moving. Perhaps I’ll make a video one of these days. But, I need the energy, and I feel kind of tired these days. Middle age, blah.

I think that’s enough analysis for this session. Except, note that I spotted Special J last last night. It was hard to make out the Big Dipper because of the cloud cover—note that clouds keep in light, making it a domino effect that hinders viewing. And yet, I was indeed able to make out the 3 brightest stars of the asterism, which is why I was happy to close out the night with Brother Ray Charles, the High Priest of R+B, or soul.

Peace and Love,

Jeff

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anthem 8:35  wu tang bminor

Lil’ J  8:52    G. Welch,   Wasted on the Wayside

lucius 8:58  big star, september grlz

vega 9:07  radiohead, black star

Not a good night. Don’t forget: you’re better than this. Stop being so angry. When you’re looking at the stars, remember to look at the stars. Talk to people and they’ll talk to you. That’s all.

WED JULY 26, 2017

All the visible stars were out tonight—at least all the ones I’ve identified since moving here—except what I think was Denebola. However, I did see the star above and to the right of Abigail in QB2Lip.

[the-moon-and-stars-my-love]

mi amor while I was looking through tumblr my niece saw one of your pictures and said she felt safe and that you're cute. I must say I agree with her

That…is quite possibly one of the sweetest things I’ve heard in a while and I kid you not, I started tearing up. It’s made my day a lot better, honestly. I feel really warm knowing she thinks I feel safe and I’m all sorts of blushy about being called cute too. 

Tell her she’s a sweetheart and I hope she has a wonderful rest of her day and that I send her a hug, or a high-fve if she’d prefer that :) And to you as well, thank you for telling me this, it seriously made my night 10x better