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frankiekatt · 3 years ago

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Wowy hii, saw that you're writing for slasher, so here I am!

Can I plz have some hcs about any slashers with s/o, but their s/o is a literal gremlin, like they're not serious at all, always joking and annoying people around, but sometimes might be quite soft and quiet.

Thank you and have a nice day! ❤️

This was fun to write lmao

Warnings: Sexual harassment, NSFW, murder, blood, canabilism

Characters: Thomas Hewitt, Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Billy Lenz, Stu Macher, Michal Myers

Slashers With An S/O That Never Takes Anything Seriously:

Thomas Hewitt:

Thomas is a little overwhelmed by your personality at first.

He’s a quiet and reserved man who’s never had any kind of friends, so goofiness and jokes can make him feel uneasy at first.

But!! He gets used to everything very quickly!!!

Thomas loves everything about you and he finds you to be incredibly charming.

He can get a little anxious when he sees you annoying Hoyt because he doesn’t want his uncle to do anything bad to you in irritation/retaliation.

Your jokes are always a stress reliever for him, since he spends most of his days in a dark basement, surrounded by blood and gore. Your humor just shines a little bit of light on his day, and he loves you for that!

While Luda Mae and Hoyt might not like the fact that you never take anything seriously, Thomas finds it relieving. At the beginning of your relationship, Thomas was terrified of losing you because he thought you would be terrified of all screams, murder, and cannabilism, but he was pleasantly surprised to see that you didn’t pay much mind to it.

Thomas’ family mostly saw you as a clown, but Thomas could only ever look at you as the brightest ray of sunshine that has ever graced his life.

After all, he was the only one that saw your softer side.

Your soft and quiet side mostly shone through during the evening. Something about the sunset and cicada chirping calmed your heart.

You would often take Thomas by the hand and lead him outside to sit on the front porch with you, so the two of you could cuddle and watch the sunset together.

Thomas was always so used to your voice, because you loved to talk about anything and everything, so your temporary quiet nature was new, yet comforting.

During these moments, there didn’t need to be any talking between the two of you. You deep emotional bond allowed you both to communicate through actions.

You would lay your head on Thomas shoulder, stroking his chest, and Thomas would wrap his big arms around your smaller frame, resting his masked cheek against the top of your head.

This was Thomas’ way of saying, “I love you, you’re the best thing in my life,” and your way of saying “I could never live without you.”

Bo Sinclair:

You’re gonna annoy the fuck out of this boy

Sometimes you both wonder how the two of you even got together, but the nights you and Bo spent pleasuring each other, going round after round, reminded you both how. (Your both just sexy okay its that simple)

Bo was a serious guy, so he was a little miffed that he was always the one having to take the lead in everything since you just couldn’t stop making a joke out of everything.

Sometimes you would actually make him really irritated due to your tendency to irk people endlessly, so he would have to step away to cool off and blow off some steam.

Sometimes he would yell at you in anger, which always made him feel like shit after, so he tended to stalk off to his shop to calm down before speaking to you.

You would have to go see him a couple hours later to wrap your arms around him from behind and shyly apologize to him.

He favored these moments the most.

Your voice quieter than usual, focusing on just him, touching him gently.

He would always accept your apologies, of course, and would let you know by kissing your lips softly.

Bo liked to take advantage of your softer side by lifting you up by your waist and setting you on the hood of whatever car he had been working on and kissing down your neck.

As revenge, Bo liked to draw out his teasing as long as possible. Kissing down your neck, chest, stomach, massaging your pussy through your skirt, palming your breast roughly.

It gets to a point where you just have to tell him, “Bo, I need you to fuck me.”

And he would oblige.

He would take you right then and there, on the hood of the car.

The metal beneath you was always shockingly cold, making you shiver against Bo’s chest.

“You cold, Darlin,” Bo would ask teasingly as he pulled your panties off. “Don’t worry, I’ll warm you right up.”

He would spend hours licking your pretty pink pussy if he could. He licks and sucks and kisses your most intimate part until you're shaking and crying above him, begging him to fuck you sensless.

After he’s satisfied with your helplessness, he’ll lean back up and ram himself inside of you. There have been many nights where he has taken you gently and slowly in his garage, holding your hand with every thrust, kissing your sweet lips to quiet your whimpers, but tonight was different. There was a primal need shared between you two. Bo wanted to let his frustrations on through loving you, and you wanted to be taken hard and fast.

When the two of you are done, you lounge around inside the car to catch your breath, holding hands. Everything seems so perfect.

Until-

“Hey, Bo? What did the toaster say to the slice of bread?”

“.....”

“I want you inside me! Eh ha ha..”

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Lester Sinclair:

!!!!!

You like constantly joking and never taking things seriously? He does too!!

Lester would find you absolutely hilarious. Every joke you cracked would have him doubling over in laughter. Which would make you double over in laughter. Which would make Lester laugh harder, because now you both have the giggles and both of your laughs are just too infectious.

Everytime the two of you would go to Ambrose to visit his brothers, you guys would annoy the hell out of Bo and Vincent. Bo just wants to be left alone to work in his shop but instead he’s stuck listening to you tell a 40 minutes story about how you burnt dinner last night.

And Vincent just wants to be left alone to paint and sculpt but instead he’s here listening to Lester crack jokes that are a.) not funny and b.) don’t make any sense. -_-

Your and Lester’s trailer is always filled with so much love and laughter and the two of you could not be any happier.

You both have your own soft and quiet moments that hit at random times.

Sometimes it happens when the two of you are play fighting in the living room, howling with laughter. You both fall to the floor, wrestling and giggling until the both of you run out of breath and just gaze at each other as you lay on the carpet.

“You look so cute,” he giggles.

“No, YOU look so cute!”

“W-well!!! I love you!!”

“Uhm...well...I love you MORE.”

And it just turns into an argument about who adores the other more.

Billy Lenz (1974):

The perfect couple.

Literally.

The two of you are always joking around, cackling and goofing about every little thing.

Billy has finally found his soulmate and he could not be happier.

He two of you prank the sorority girls together, making sex sounds in unison to sound even more vulgar.

Everytime you crack a joke, you get worried Billy is joking because of how hard he’s laughing.

“Umm Billy you okay? It wasn’t even that funny.”

“HA haha...piggy makes me laugh...Billy loves your jokes.”

Needless to say, your relationship is filled with smiles, laughter, and praise.

Billy will tell you you’re the funniest person he’s ever met and he wants to keep you forever.

You tell Billy you love how much he laughs at your antics and that you can’t live without him.

It’s impossible to annoy Billy. It’s just not feasible.

Any time you try, he’ll just giggle and pat your head, telling you you’re his ‘favorite piggy ever.’

He LOVES when you annoy the sorority girls thoug!

Hearing you moan and squeal and speak so sexily vulgarly to Barb and Jess makes Billy so proud. And horny.

Almost all of your sexual encounters are filled with complete silliness.

Sometimes, however, the joking and cackling subside. The two of you will just be chilling, nothing else to do, and you just feel the need to profess your love for your boyfriend.

“I love you so much Billy.”

Billy will look startled at your sudden outburst, before he breaks out in a huge grin, launching across the room to tackle you into a hug.

“Billy loves you too! Billy loves you more than anything!!!”

Now the rest of your day will be spent in Billy’s arms, whispering sweet nothings to each other.

Stu Macher:

Match made in Heaven!

Stu loves to joke around.

He hardly ever takes anything seriously.

He annoys everyone.

And once he meets you? It's love at first sight.

The two of you are always in detention because you guys just cannot shut up in class. You are always disrupting something.

But you know what that means!

Detention dates <3

As long as the two of you together, Stu couldn't care less about where he was.

He and Billy appreciate your habit of not taking anything seriously because once the murders start occuring, you don't think too much about it, never asking questions or arousing suspicion around your boyfriend and his bestie.

When Billy had told Stu his plan to kill Sydney, and asked him if he was going to kill you as well, Stu’s heart sank.

He remembers when he was dating Tatum, just a few months ago, before he broke up with her for you, he had no qualms about killing her,

But you?

He loved you. You were his other half. The one person who understood him, who accepted him. He could never hurt you.

“Nah dude. I’m leaving her out of this.”

That night, he sneaks through your bedroom window to see you.

“Stu! (where the hell have you been loca) What’re you doing here?”

The sparkling smile you flash at him and the love swimming in your big, beautiful eyes makes him feel even guitler.

He feels bad that you’re dating a serial killer. He thinks you deserve better, but he would never let you go.

“Hey babe! I just missed you!”

You rushed over to him, dressed in kitty cat pajamas, and hugged him tight. He had only snuck through your bedroom window a couple of times before, and they had all been planned. Seeing him in your room as a surprise made your heart burst with happiness.

Stu led you to your bed and pulled you up onto his chest to cuddle you. It was late, and the both of you were tired. Stu just wanted to lay with you in silence, appreciating your presence.

You didn’t feel like releasing your usual high energy at the moment. Right now, you just wanted to fall asleep on your boyfriend’s chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat.

Michael Myers:

Girl

Michael does not appreciate your antics.

Annoying him is easy, but you would never know that.

He keeps his emotions very private, so when he is annoyed he’ll just stalk away from you.

He does not think you’re funny :(

He does enjoy your quiet moments. He likes to come home when your energy is low.

He’s usually covered in blood when this happens, so you clean him up without cracking a joke which he appreciates.

You’ll turn on a movie for the both of you, and Michael lets you cuddle up with him.

He does like you, he just doesn’t want you to know that...

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depressed-shinnie · 2 years ago

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SHIMI. this is definitely a sydney sorta question but like. does he have any silly mannerisms that differ from the shimn we know and adore?

also do you have any silly goofy gaffy thoughts on his design?

also!!!!!!!!!!!!

i dozed off while writing those exclamation points and forgot what i was going to say it'll come back to me later have fun

For mannerisms, he’s postures is better (not insanely better but think Joe or Mishima instead of his normal broken-back stance) and he does far more hand gestures. Despite being off his rocker, his expressions are lively and and aware, making him seem like just your average guy. Occasionally he’ll get a strange look in his eye or have a Kai Satou-esk deadpan depending on the emotional response evoked from him. When he goes into the more deadpan state, his posture gets worse and he hunches over a bit.

I’ve been going back and forth with myself for his design for. A long time. I know for sure that he has those little devil horn things cut into his hair because. Well I don’t know it can be excused as his hair fluffing up just the right way but I think it adds to the character sue me. His hair is also longer, going down to mid-neck to shoulder length (haven’t really decided…) It’s more fluffed up, not exactly messy, but close to the look of that. Like… a controlled messy. Anyways, he wears some kind of formal clothes, but wears them rather informally, as he hates them. Like he might has the suit get up, but he doesn’t have the tie on and the jackets unbuttoned and things like that. He doesn’t have the beanie or anything like that, but during the winter months he can be seeing wearing his old Blue scarf. The most important part of his design is the hood-thing that he wears. It’s, in essence, just like the hoodie part from a jacket except with no jacket. It goes down a lot lower than those do, too, enough to conceal his hair and half his face. He can still see because of the stuff the thing is made up of and blah blah blah. It’s black, and when he’s not wearing it, it can be seen hanging off of his shoulders.

Anyways that was me having autism on main, thanks for tuning in!

#nyx’s au shin pov #nyx’s au gin pov

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nyisles · 5 years ago

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Magic In The Hamptons

~ part two, be kind ~

part one

Player: Mathew Barzal

Words: around 3.3k

Warnings: language?

Notes: wowowow, part one was so well received that I honestly just pray you folks enjoy. Anywho, she’s here and she’s unedited :-)

Now it was just a game. How long does one wait to text someone back after they disappear for three weeks? You hadn’t thought much of it after week two. The first week you were a little down on yourself, spent a little too much time wondering what exactly was the problem? It was a constant topic of conversation amongst you, your girlfriends, your work friends, and Reese who all seemed to love to talk about your nonexistent love life. They also didn’t quite understand the magnitude of ‘professional hockey player’ who ghosted, it cut a little deeper than your regular ghosting. You felt like maybe the Islander wags’ advice wasn’t even worth it, you should’ve just gone home with him. Maybe he felt rejected, but you never outwardly said no? Right now you wished you had Grace’s number. An SOS text was what you really needed, and she seemed to really be clued in on Mat. This absolutely sucked, he decided after three weeks you were worth the text and it didn’t give your ego a boost at all. Something that Mat didn’t fail to do when you were together at the wedding. You were a big self love, forget about those who don’t want you kinda girl, but God you couldn’t help but want to text him immediately. Your heart sped up and the butterflies in your stomach kicked into overdrive after you saw the text. It wasn’t even a drunk text. It was a casual 3pm text message, which made it hit a little different. “Maybe you could wait like...a week?” Reese said laying back on the couch in your studio apartment scrolling through his phone, not paying you any mind. He was great at getting you into this whole mess, taking you to a wedding you weren’t even invited to. Now he was here and unable to give you any sort of boy advice. At this point in your friendship you should’ve known, but you had no one else who understood the scenario. He was one of your best friends. His legs hanging over the armrest dangling along as you paced back and forth of the apartment, fuzzy socks sliding along the hardwood floor. “You know, I think this whole thing is dumb. Just answer the guy. He texted you for a reason.” The pout on your face said otherwise, you didn’t find this dumb at all. This was a serious matter. “I need more female friends. You are no help. Yesterday you called me a 6 with a personality!” You exclaimed, pushing his legs off the side of the couch making room for yourself to sit down. Throwing yourself onto the couch you feel into a slumped position. “I need someone well versed in hockey boy, you just aren’t cutting it.” Within seconds Reese grabbed your phone off of the coffee table in front of you, unlocking your phone with great ease. It was moments like these where you regretted letting him know all of your passwords. The next moment happened in what felt like slow motion, but as soon as he picked up your phone you knew you were doomed. Reese was always like an older brother figure, someone who could embarrass you in less than a minute. Watching his fingers type away, you attempted to lunge for the phone but it was too late, you never thought he’d follow through with the action, but he did, locking the phone throwing it back at you on the couch. “Six’s with personalities deserve love too.. Or at least a hot hookup.” (Y/N): three weeks and all you got is ‘hey’? You shrieked reading over the text message Reese had sent to Mat in your honor. “Why would you do that? Are you stupid? Is your brain the size of a literal pea?” With that you saw the beginning and end of your short little fling. This was not part of the advice you got from Grace or any of the other girls. In no way would you ever text any male this, except for maybe Reese because he was an absolute moron. Best friend sabotage is what this would be considered. “Reese, I’m going to close my eyes and when I open them I want you to be out of this apartment, and you can only come back after you’ve bought me lots and lots of apology fries.” Eyes closed you heard footsteps, then your front door open, and close. All of it almost distracted you from the small ding that came from your phone with the screen lighting up to show one new text message. It’d hadn’t even been five minutes from ‘your’ original text. Your eyes sprung open, and that funny feeling in your stomach returned. Heart pounding, you picked the cell phone up off your lap letting out a deep sigh. Facial recognition unlocked it within seconds, but it wasn’t really fast enough. In your head you could only imagine the rude things Mat would say about how it was kind of him to even send you a text, or maybe the text would spring back at you because he decided to block your number. Mat Barzal: haha, what r u up to? Mat Barzal: down to chill? You tried not to be instantaneous with your answer and play it a little bit cooler than his double text, which honestly brought a huge grin upon your face. Suddenly you felt as if your apartment was getting warmer, was it the flush brought upon by the texts or were you just getting more and more nervous? The idea of having to pick out a cute outfit and getting out of this old ratty hoodie seemed nearly impossible which added a special level of stress. Counting down from 60 very slowly you decided you would be able to answer his text, enough time had gone by to not seem overly interested. Internally rolling your eyes at yourself for thinking waiting a whole minute was some sort of accomplishment, slowly typing a reply. (Y/N): sure, whats the move? Mat Barzal: finishing up @ the rink, rly craving ice cream if ur cool with that? (Y/N): lol cheat diet already? Sounds perf. Mat Barzal: kk cool, drop me a pin. See u in an hour? After sending Mat your location you liked his message letting him know that worked for you. You felt like you couldn’t really waste time trying to have a conversation through text when you needed to figure out how you were going to go about an ice cream date without flashbacks to any corny and horrible middle school date you had. Just be cool was all you could tell yourself before rummaging through your closet trying not to be the dramatic girl in movies that would say she had nothing to wear with piles and piles of clothes surrounding her. Settling on a pair of your favorite “ass flattering” jeans and a plain white t-shirt. It was only ice cream, you had to remind yourself. There was no reason to do anything more, but you still added a simple necklace and one of those fancy velvet headbands they sell for way too much money after spending a solid 10 minutes scrolling through Sydney Esiason-Martin’s instagram trying to figure out what looked cool. It was almost scary how perfectly exact Mat’s timing was. Right after an hour on the dot you heard a buzz come through to your apartment, letting you know you had a visitor. “I’ll be right down.” you voiced over the intercom, grabbing your keys and bag. It was a five floor walk up to your apartment and you didn’t want to put this boy through any more torture after a practice. You tried not to keep him waiting too long, but you also went at a slower than normal pace giving yourself enough time to breathe. It was just a boy you’d already been out with. How could this be so bad, you tried to remind yourself. He was just a silly boy dancing around shirtless at a wedding. He stood in the entryway of the apartment building looking around at the paintings on the walls, they were cheap and not well done but it gave the appearance that maybe people with money lived here. He was in a blue and orange islanders hockey t-shirt and sweats, his hair was slicked back and damp, clearly from a post practice shower. Since the last time you saw him, he was clean shaven, no little stubble that had scratched your cheeks during sneaky kisses. His hair was also freshly cut, you liked it, but you also found the long hair to be endearing. To be honest you were just so nervous and excited that you couldn’t even tell which hair you liked better, and you didn’t have time to contemplate it as he called for you. “(Y/N).” Mat said catching your eye, he stepped closer to you, bringing you in for a warm hello hug. He smelt like mint mixed with the kind of bar soap you get at hotels, yet at the same time he smelled familiar and homey. “So I was on yelp and there’s this homemade ice cream spot in and I thought maybe we could go and hang for a little.” A smirk slid upon your face maybe a little too soon, “Yelp?” you joked with Mat. Rolling his eyes, he stuck out his hand for you. “Well are we going or not, (Y/N)?” disregarding your subtle dig. Placing your hand in his you followed his lead out of the apartment lobby. Have you ever been on a first date where someone wanted to hold your hand? Maybe at the end of the date, but this was the beginning. You just silently prayed your hand wouldn’t get sweaty in the meanwhile. It was a short drive in Mat’s white cadillac, which you had learned was the butt of many jokes. He let you take the aux cord and play whatever you wanted, which was your current September 2019 playlist. Mat was bopping along to it which gave you little butterflies in your tummy. The way his short hair flopped around and the goofy grin on his face just made your heart melt. This was a boy who in such a quick period of time made you feel like you wanted to be near him 24/7. He had an infectious personality. At one point during the car ride you thought he was singing along to Lizzo, but you didn’t want to call him out. Mat was clearly in his element and so comfortable with you that it all just felt fun and exciting. At a red light, he looked over at you and just smiled. He said nothing, but just moved his hand over to yours. Someone needed to let you know how this boy was driving with one hand, while the other was holding onto your own as his thumb traced back and forth. “Alright, I have two rules for us. First being you need to send me this playlist, and any future playlist you make. Second, don’t let me get anything larger than a medium.” You scrunched up your facing almost saying ‘are you really sure about that’ without any words “And I’m now instituting a third rule… Don’t make that face, it reminds me of my mom.” He said letting out a giant cackle. The one you had originally heard at the wedding. It was so stupid, but you liked hearing it and knowing you were the reason for it. You couldn’t help but laugh along with him. - - - “So I’m thinking two large sugar cones, one for you and one for me. I want cookies and cream, I’m not sure what you plan on having.” You said bumping your hip into Mat as you both stood overlooking the ice cream counter as the teenage girl behind it patiently waited for the official order. “I know you want it and ugh, look.” You said letting out a moan pointing at the barrel of mint chocolate chip. “It’s calling you.” “Shut up, ice cream whisperer.” Mat chuckled bumping you right back, “We’ll get two large sugar cones. She’ll get cookies and cream, I’ll take...hm.. Buttered pecan.” The girl behind the counter just nodded and went to work as you turned to look at him letting out a small laugh. “Buttered pecan? Grandpa is that you?” you said turning up the banter with Mat. If there was something he seemed to appreciate, it was the way you were able to joke around with him. He was a hockey player for God’s sake, he loved to be chirped. “Oh for sure, I’m the hottest grandpa you’ve ever seen. Have you seen my ass in these pants?” Mat said taking his hands and lightly giving his tush a squeeze for dramatic effect, before being cut off by the now very embarrassed girl serving you ice cream. She mumbled the price and before you could even open your purse to grab your wallet Mat had already paid for it. “I’d say you’ll get it next time, but you’re a bad influence, I don’t know if there will be a next time for ice cream.” You just smiled taking a lick of ice cream, finding a table in the back corner trying to give you both a little bit of privacy so you both wouldn’t embarrass each other any longer. It was like those few weeks with no conversation between you two weren’t a thing, everything flowed naturally between you two. From conversations about your job, to what you’d rather be doing than working and him training, to what you both were currently binging on netflix. “The office is just so good. I end up crying because I’m laughing so hard just about every episode.” Mat said finishing off his ice cream. “I need to show you this episode, you have to come to my apartment.” And with that you were whisked away to the Barzal apartment. - - It was surprisingly homey, it was all neutral toned except for bits of a royal blue that would peek out in a throw pillow or picture frame. You couldn’t help but wander the apartment (with Mat trailing), looking at the photos he had hung of his family and friends. “I like this one.” you said pointing to a picture of Mat as a kid, making some sort of silly face with who you presumed was his sister, she was practically his twin, but blonde. “You look the same, haven’t changed a bit. Still as goofy looking.” Mat’s face rolled his eyes once more, rubbing his cheeks with the palms of his hands, then reaching out for your arms holding your wrists gently as his eyes pleaded with you, “Why do you hate me?” he gently shook your arms playfully. A small giggle escaped your lips, “Has your mother ever told you when a girl makes fun of you she likes you?” you said quite boldly, taking a step closer to Mat with his hands still wrapped around your arms. He was so much taller than you, and you hadn’t really noticed until just now when you found yourself looking up at him. His eyes were this piercing green you couldn’t look away from, and you just stood for what felt like forever hoping he would get the hint and kiss you again. It only took him a second before leaning in to place a much gentler kiss than those you shared at the wedding and after party, probably because you were completely sober this time. The soft kisses turned into more passionate ones as he moved the both of you from you standing in the hallway of his apartment to lying on his couch in his living room, him gently on top of you careful not to weigh down his whole body’s weight on yours. Maybe you went on kissing him for ten minutes or hours, you couldn’t tell exactly the time. It was kind of mesmerizing, you were totally lost in this boy, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck that wasn’t as long as you had once noted. His hand slowly tracing up your side, slipping underneath your shirt. God it was only the second date, (Y/N), you tried to tell yourself, but you didn’t pull away, nor did you really try. “Barz? Mat?” was all you heard bringing you two out of your dazed kisses. Pulling your lips away from him as the two of you sat up trying to look as innocent as possible. You didn’t think he had a roommate, but you weren’t quite sure. He really didn’t get that far, and you thought you knew all of his friends, or at least teammates you’d met at the wedding. It was an unfamiliar voice, but a shorter boy with lighter hair walked into the living room with a stupid grin on his face. It would’ve been cute if he hadn’t interrupted. Completely not even noticing you on the couch, he continued to speak, “You’ll never fucking guess who texted me today asking about you...” With that you saw Mat’s face tightened, the happy smiley Mat had disappeared within seconds and you needed to make a mental note of that. Almost as if Mat knew what the boy was going to say. “Tito…” He said distinctly to the boy now standing in front of you two on the couch, it’s like he had seen you with his peripherals but was far too excited to take note of the other human in the room. You couldn’t help, but look down at yourself trying to fix your t-shirt making sure you didn’t look silly… if the boy was to ever take note of the stranger inside Mat's apartment. “No Mat, for real, she said she wanted things to be different, she was thinking of surprising you here.” “Tito” Mat now spoke a little bit louder and firmer than before. It was almost as if it brought his friend from the cloud of happiness that drifted on. Honestly you could tell this was a conversation you weren’t supposed to hear, and it made you a little sick. Another girl? Surprising Mat? Nothing about this sounded promising in the slightest. And it really only got worse for your feelings. “Whitney clearly fucking wants you back. You sat around all summer practically crying to me and now what…you fucking get her back!” “Tito, this is my friend, (Y/N).” Mat said bringing this Tito character out of the clouds and back into Mat’s living room where the three of you were. Tito’s eyes just widened, face getting red. “I-uh, Hello.” He said softly unsure of what more to say. “Mat, this was fun, but uh… I think I’m going to go now.” You said politely standing up, feeling your stomach take a turn. You didn’t even have a ride home. God, it didn’t even matter, you just wanted to leave. Clearly there was some other girl in the picture and it almost disgusted you to know that Mat could act this way with someone when he was clearly interested in some other girl. You reminded yourself once more, boys are disgusting and not to be trusted. “(Y/N), let me give you a ride home.” “No. I’m ok.” You said swiftly showing yourself to the door making sure not to look back at the two boys you had left in the apartment. You honestly weren’t sure how you had gotten to your apartment. It would’ve easily been a twenty minute walk, but you were in such a daze that you sat back on the couch somehow back in your own apartment, surrounded by apology fries from Reese as he tried to coax the story of your date. Maybe you should’ve just seen it coming, it was only the second date and it all felt very silly, you were crushing way too hard. You needed something like this to bring you down to earth. As your thoughts were flying a mile a minute, a ding came from your phone. Your day ending just how it began, with a text from Mat. Mat Barzal: hey.

#WOW THIS TOOK FOREVER AND I DONT EVEN KNOW IF I LIKE IT #mat barzal #mathew barzal #mathew barzal imagine #mat barzal imagine #new york islanders #new york islanders imagine #hockey one shot #hockey oneshot #hockey imagine #hockey imagines #nhl imagine #nhl imagines

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funkymeihem-fiction · 6 years ago

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Special Delivery- Chapter 5

Mei looked up in a very guilty way from where she was crouched in front of the completely dismantled old television, its mechanical guts strewn on the floor. She’d rigged up a very crude semblance of a screwdriver from a connector tube,a rod, and several wires-- which she foolishly went to hold behind her back like a child caught with candy. And much like a child caught in the act, with their hand in the proverbial cookie jar, she sputtered and tried to make up some story or other.

“O-oh. I was just…I was—” She looked down at the mangled wires, projectors, and television bits in her lap. “I was only—”

The junker stormed across the room in a few long limping strides, glaring down at her and thrusting his metal hand out in a very accusatory way. “No! Bad girl! Give!”

At a loss when faced with someone scolding her like a dog, she dropped the makeshift screwdriver into his hand. His lower jaw thrust out thoughtfully as he turned it around, inspecting it with a keen eye. Slowly, his wild eyebrows lifted again, glancing between the tool and her and then back again. His fingers tested the wires around the tube’s hold, and he uttered a little ‘hmmm’ as he bent over and peered into the now-gutted TV.

After a moment, he turned to her with his crazy grin restored. “Yooouuu were trying to make an outie!”

“A-a what?”

“An outie! Ya know, trying to make an external signal! Tryin’ for an outward-facer, weren’t you? Lookit that, I see where you were pokin’ around behind the control receiver. Lucky for me, removed that thing ages ago. Needed it for something else, can’t remember what. It’s remote-workin’ only. Still, the fact you even knew where to look! Oh you clever little cunt, going to make an outie from my own telly. You’re something special, you are.”

Her eyes darted. She wasn’t used to being called a cunt, even in the Australian friendly sense. But he didn’t even seem angry at her. And even though she couldn’t keep up with his rapid slang entirely, he was right about the part about where she was trying to get an external signal. The tech here was so ancient that they still used old channels for uploading and ordering over the television, and she’d hoped that maybe if she could pry out the external, she could have rigged it to find a way online.

She’d expected him to be angry, or even possibly try to punish her when he found out, but at least she could have gotten a message for help. Overwatch might not have paid the junkers like Junkrat had hoped, but she would have been rescued (properly rescued, anyway) sooner than later. It was a calculated risk, and she had decided to take it.

But the inside of the television had been a mess before she’d even started it. It looked like someone, probably Junkrat had himself, had already taken it apart and cobbled it back together several times over. And the parts she’d needed had long been pried out, with a bypass and some wires hot-glued so the display still worked. But her plans to get the signal out had been thwarted before she’d even begun. It was as he’d said. The external had been ripped out ages ago, and she’d been poking around for anything else before he’d walked in on her.

He suddenly flopped down to sit on the mattress next to her, peg leg clattering and the joints within his arm whirring very faintly as he passed her makeshift screwdriver back to her. “Tell you what, love! You put it all back together again so I don’t miss any games, and I won’t even be pissed at ya much. That’s what a proper hero would do, roight? Although you’re really working at being the top worst houseguest I’ve ever hosted, and that’s really sayin’ something..”

Mei looked away in a rather guilty way. “I’m sorry, Mr. Fawkes. But I just needed to try and call my friends and tell them I’m okay. If they can get here, I’ll try to get them to give you some money and we’ll just leave, and then there won’t be any more trouble for either of us, right? It’ll just take them a day or two, and you’ll get paid. That’s what you want, right?”

He sputtered a little, running a hand through his filthy scorched hair. “W-well that’s not entirely…Asides, that’s not even the point!” He shoved one of the television parts into her other hand. “I been trying to tell you, there’s a reason we’re layin’ low with you. And I don’t need a bunch of cops or whatever suddenly runnin’ up outside my trailer and broadcasting to all of Junkertown that I was the one that stole you from the Big Boss!”

She pushed the rods back into place, twisting awkwardly at a loose wire. “What if I told them to be very quiet about it? Or maybe I could meet them somewhere?”

“You think the Queen don’t have eyes all over the bloody Outback?” he scoffed, holding the frame steady for her. “You don’t understand my position, love. Me and the Queen don’t exactly uh…Well, y’know. Not always the friendliest terms, me and her and kind of all the rest of ‘em too! So that’s why we’ll just take you out when it’s safe, take our pay, and scuttle back. Stealth mission! That’s still the plan. The Boss will be none the wiser, and then you can get back to whatever not-doctor stuff you do, and I can use some of the pay to visit you in China!”

Mei frowned at him, gathering up more screws and trying to replicate the mess that had held together the guts of the screen before. “I’m not really living in Xi’an anymore. That’s just where I’m from. I’m living in—” She trailed off, and realized all of a sudden that she had no idea where she was anymore. She had drifted ever since awakening in Antarctica, but where was home now? Gibraltar? She had turned Overwatch down for now, although Winston had told her there was always a place for her there. The environmental commissions had offered her numerous places to study and lodge, but she didn’t count them as a home. Her hotel room back in Sydney, maybe? No, that was silly…

Junkrat sniffed, looking a tad offended when she went silent. “Still feelin’ tight-lipped, are we? S’fine. You don’t gotta tell me.”

“I-it’s not that…”

He reached past her, crossing two of the wires and twisting them together. “Point being, darl, is that you just gotta suck it up and wait. And believe me, nobody hates waitin’ more than I do! But I can’t have you settin’ off and getting us seen by the Big Boss who ordered you. He’ll send enough manpower out here t’make a statement that nobody steals from him. And he won’t even get the chance to kill me, because Roadie will have already done it, for makin’ trouble for him!”

“Mr. Fawkes, it’s not my intention for anyone to get hurt. But can’t you at least let me tell someone that I’m safe? That I’m coming back and I’m okay?”

“Eh, they’ll just find out when we deliver you safe n’ sound, is what!” he replied cheerfully, apparently just not understanding her distress. “So it’s no worries. But you just— well, no way to say it lightly, is there? If you fuck this up for us, there’s a good chance that we’re dead as doornails. You just gotta be a good girl and sit tight and listen to what I say.”

She rankled a bit, pausing in her work, and her displeasure must have showed because Junkrat offered her that goofy grin and shrugged a bony shoulder.

“Nothing for it!” he said. “Otherwise it’s curtains for me and Roadie, and the Big Boss will find you again. Oh, and he won’t be happy, darl. Course, we’ll be dead but he’d take you alive, so he’ll probably take it out on you for giving him trouble and making him look bad. He’s that sort of a bloke. You think the ankle cuff there’s bad? Yeah, nah, I bet he’s already got a set-up ready for you. Probably tie you up an’—”

“Mr. Fawkes!”

He sputtered, at least realizing his folly. “Oh! Uh, well! Uh! Y-you know what I’m talkin’ about, Miss Mei! So let’s just fix the telly, put it back on the sports, then I’ll make us some tucker before we’re in for the night, yeah? All cozy, just you and me.” He reached across to the dials on the front of the television, flicking it on. But the screen wavered, and he cursed and brought his fist down on the frame hard enough to make Mei jump. “Bloody thing! How’d you even know how to take this apart, anyway? You don’t seem like a junker.”

“I am most certainly not a junker!” She carefully jammed her wobbly screwdriver into the back, tightening up the last bits as the frame crackled and the picture buzzed and solidified. “I told you, I have a doctorate in climate science, but I also studied mechanical engineering. I had to learn to make things work…during…emergencies…”

The emergency beacon blinked uselessly. No signal. Cold. It was so cold and getting colder. The wind howled outside, and she watched the ice grow thicker on the panes. The broken communication towered so tall above her, unable to send her desperate need for help. The lights flickered—

No. She couldn’t think about that now. She was back in the world again. Even if she was far, far away from where she should have been. If she even belonged anywhere, anymore.

Rat’s voice was talking, but she hadn’t been listening. “-arian meals, but I dunno what counts. Oi. Oi! Mei?”

She looked up from where she had been staring blankly into the back of the television. “I-I’m sorry. What?”

He prattled on, apparently not noticing anything amiss. “Wow, guess your head’s really more rattled than I thought! I was sayin’ the telly is working, what do you wanna eat? You said you’re not much for sausages. Shame, that. Could’ve fixed us a nice barbecue, all celebratory-like! Are you sure you don’t wanna sausage? Maybe you just haven’t had the right kind! You ever tried roo? Now, your very own Chef Junkrat knows how to prepare—”

“No thank you,” she said primly. “I would prefer not to eat a kangaroo if I don’t have to, please.”

“Tchaw! You’re missing out, I’ll have you know. Looks like the telly’s workin’ fine. Who knew I bagged a lil’ genius doctor lady when I was bein’ a hero? Of course, you’ve been giving me lots of trouble for it.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Fawkes. I’m honestly not trying to get anybody hurt.” She folded her arms back over her knees with a frown. “I just wanted to tell my friends I’m okay. They must be so worried. Especially after…I told them I would be okay on my own. I thought I could get my life back on track? Poor Winston must be out of his mind if he’s heard by now—”

Junkrat eyed her rather carefully, though when she mentioned Winston’s name his bushy eyebrows shot up. “Oi! Who’s Winston? You got a boyfriend already?”

“Wh-No! Noooo no no. Winston is just a friend of mine. He’s a…um, he’s a fellow scientist,” she said. Junkrat was so unpredictable, she didn’t want to even begin to explain that the one she had been trying to contact was a super intelligent bio-engineered gorilla from the moon who was now running a covert Overwatch team. “He’s one of my old colleagues.”

The junker visibly relaxed. “Eh, I’m sure you can tell him you’re fine when we get you back to Sydney. No frets, darl! You just let ol’ Junkrat take care of everything until it’s safe out.” He hesitated, glancing down at his hand, before going to place it on her bare shoulder. “Chin up! It’ll all look better in the morning. Here we go, put the telly on whatever you like, and I’ll whip us up a supper!”

Mei sighed quietly. She was still pretty hungry, and it looked like she was going to spend the night on her mattress no matter what. Maybe she could at least convince Junkrat to take that awful chain off her leg? And she wasn’t going to get on his good side by wrecking the man’s few belongings or being too terse with him. So she just nodded politely, and tried to ignore how his fingers left little stains on her pale skin when he gave her a chummy little shake.

“I…I’m sorry about your TV. And your neck. And um—”

“Wot? My balls?”

Her eyes darted away behind her glasses, lips pinching at the mention. “Um.”

“S’alright! Though that was quite the fuckin’ direct shot, if you must know. Who woulda guessed you were such a fighter? Put up quite the scrap. Woulda been funny if the balls weren’t mine. You just have a rest and don’t worry your pretty head too much. I’ve got everything under control!”

***

He had everything under control. Even if Mei was proving to be a much harder nut to crack than he’d first thought. Especially after she had been the one to crack his nuts. But the little lady seemed pacified for now, or at least resigned to her fate. She had even apologized for their little misunderstandings earlier, which he considered a step forward.

And best of all, this ‘Winston’ wasn’t her boyfriend. Definitely another step forward.

Maybe she’d lighten up after a tucker and a good night’s sleep. He didn’t have any broccoli to give her: not yet, but he’d get her a whole pile of vegetables to gnaw on like a rabbit, and maybe she’d finally smile for him.

As it was, he would have to try and whip up something with what he already had. So he leapt upright, turned to give her a fond pat on her head, and limped over into his makeshift kitchen. What did he have, anyway? He always kept a ready supply of meats, but those were out. So were his cans of soups, his canned curries, and even his emergency cans of dog food (which he’d been forced to turn to more than once) all had meat in them. He was a carnivore at heart, and had stocked accordingly.

He eventually settled on dumping some beans and rice together, popping in some canned corn, onions, and several different types of hot sauce. Frankly, the whole meal looked like a rather sad affair to him. Even adding the dog food might have livened it up a bit. But for her, he persisted. He persisted in making her this sad, sad, healthy slop even when he had better stuff available, for whatever crazy reasons she had.

The television hummed the low voices of some news program, much as it always did. But he could occasionally hear her shuffling on her mattress behind him. A few times she even coughed or sniffled, reminding him that she was there. Dare he say, it felt almost wholesome? Just your average bloke cooking dinner for his date. Yes, his date was currently chained to the wall on pain of death for everybody, but he could ignore that part and hopefully she could eventually do the same.

“Soup’s up, love!” He whirled around with a steaming platter of rice slop, sticking the mixing spoon in it and walking it over to her. “Now, it might not look like much! But it…uh…well, it’s…it’s not much, actually. But I’ll get you something better soon, swear it.”

“Oh! N-no, it’s fine. Thank you, Mr. Fawkes.” She looked down at the rather anemic-looking meatless meal, seeming to inspect it.

He was heartened to see that it seemed to pass muster, and soon she was digging into it with hungry zeal like before. He really needed to get her a proper spoon if she was going to stay with him, although some part of him delighted at the way her precious little lips stretched around that larger spoon. Probably best not to watch too close then. He might start imagining other things and the last thing he needed was to pop a fat and then have to explain the bulge in his shorts to her. Couldn’t scare her or anything.

Instead he all but collapsed into a cross-legged sit at the coffee table across from her, starting to shovel food into his open jaws. They watched TV and ate together, which was what regular people did on dates, and things were going splendidly. Even if they had roughed each other up a bit and misunderstood intentions at first, that was all in the past now. He just needed to take Hog’s advice and try not to overwhelm his guest with…himself. And he could be charming without being overwhelming, if he was careful.

What did city folks talk to each other about? Mei was a fancy lady and his usual topics of bombs, sports, and barbecue probably wouldn’t interest someone like her. He eyed her where she was watching the screen, clearing his throat and trying to think of something else.

“S-so! Uh! It’s uh, it’s really weather we’re having, isn’t it?”

Shit. That probably wasn’t it.

She blinked and turned to him with a slightly confused expression. “Oh? Um, yes? I suppose it is. Although it’s really too hot for my tastes.”

“Phwaw, this is barely hot at all! Barely breaking a sweat in the arvo. Asides, better to be too hot than too cold.”

She tilted her adorable head at him. “Well…I’m afraid you’re going to be in for a very long few months ahead for your winter, then.”

“Eh?”

“Mm-hm. We were just talking about it at the climate summit. The dead zone in the Pacific has altered one of the main equatorial currents to your east, and the Flinders current is no longer going to push back the Antarctic Circumpolar current, which means all that cold water and weather coming northward from the pole is going to clash with another system that’s going to come from the Tasman Front and going to outflow, and create what is probably going to be rather harsh storm conditions, combined with the cooling effect from—”

He stared at her dumbly as she went on, his fork half-raised. She jabbered on more about things he didn’t understand, using words he didn’t understand, and she might as well have just been speaking Chinese at him, for all he knew. She even started gesturing, talking about frontflows and currentwhatsits and prevailingthingies.

“Oi!” he said eventually, pointing his fork at her. “You’re like a weatherlady on the telly! You didn’t say you were a weatherlady!”

She looked a bit irked at that, cute lips pinching off to the side. “I am not a weatherperson. I mean, not like that. And weather is just one aspect of the whole climate, the whole environment. I told you, I have my doctorate in climate science.”

“A weather doctor!”

“I…Um. Okay, yes. A weather doctor. I told you, I was taken from the environmental summit in Sydney. That’s why I was there. There are so many things that I can try to help with here. Australia has very particular problems with climate shifting—”

“And bots!” he agreed. “Fuckin’ omnics really did a number on Oz, eh?”

She looked at him and he couldn’t really place her expression, so he just continued.

“Roadie says things were real different afore the Omnium blew us all to hell.”

“Your friend— erm, your bodyguard? Was he around for the cataclysm? Were you? I mean…you knew Australia before the omnium, before there were junkers?”

“Heh! I guess so. Not sure how old I am, really. Don’t matter. Not that I can remember any of it, afore Junkertown. Ah, real shame I can’t take you into town proper.” He brightened, grinning at her again. “Show you some real junker culture. You ever been to a scrappin’, Mei?”

“A-a what?”

“A scrappin’! Oh it’s load of fun, you’ll love it. I’ll take you to one eventually. They test out the new mechs and fighters on the omnics we bring into the arena. Blood and oil, oi oi oi!” He hooted, banging his palms down on the table enthusiastically and not noticing her startled jump. “I bet I can get us tickets to the splash zone, even! And after the champs have finished scrappin’ the last omnic, they sweep all of ‘em up into the pit! Hehe! Sometimes they’re still twitching, although not for long after we start lootin’ for parts—”

She looked upset for some reason. “Mr. Fawkes, please!”

“Huh? Oh!” He blinked at her, smiling sheepishly. “Forgot you’re all fancy-like. Probably don’t want blood and oil all over your nice clothes, once I get some for you. We might miss out on the best parts by the time we get there, but for you? S’alright! We can just sit in the back. You can still see enough from the nosebleed section, and the back bleachers aren’t too—”

“No! No, Mr. Fawkes! Junkrat, that’s absolutely horrible. H-how can you even suggest…No, I don’t want to see that. That’s murder! You are talking about murdering innocent omnics. I’ve read stories about junkers disliking omnics, but this—!”

“Wha? Nah, nah, it’s fine. Aw, you got a real tender heart, huh? They’re just bots. They don’t got feelings.”

“That is not true!” She pushed her mostly empty plate away, giving him a horrified glare. “Just because omnics are different from us, that doesn’t mean they’re not people! Please don’t tell me you believe such awful things!”

Junkrat was torn between trying to pacify her and argue his point. His brain and his tongue couldn’t agree with each other, and it resulted mostly in him sputtering again, spittle flying off his lower lip, eyes flickering aimlessly from object to object in front of him as if searching for a solution. “Wha— No! Ffft! Sppt, nah! Yeah!— I mean, they don’t! Yeah, nah! No! Eh!”

That didn’t seem to help things. Mei only looked more affronted than before. “That is terrible. Completely barbaric. I’d read all kinds of warnings but I thought— Hmph! No wonder everyone hates junkers!”

His mind came into a sharp focus all at once, head jerking towards her. “Wot’s that?”

“I said that it’s barbaric behavior, omnics are—”

“Everyone hates junkers, eh?” he corrected her coldly, and his voice sounded strange even to himself. “Junkers like me? S’that what you said? No wonder, eh?”

“What? No!” She faltered slightly. “W-well I…I had heard warnings…”

“Warnings about junkers, yeah! Everyone hates ‘em! Trash! Belong in a bin where they were probably born, right?! Garbage people from a garbage home, nothin’ good can come from junk!” he snapped. “Yeh! Who told you all them warnings? Your little doctor friends? All the rest of you suits?”

“I never said—”

“Nah, s’great! Didn’t wanna take you to a scrappin’ anyway. Might get a speck of dust under your fingernails, perish the thought! And sorry my house isn’t good enough for you. And all the rest of it. Hope I didn’t filth you up too bad when I lifted you out of that boot. I know you suits aren’t used to us dirty junkers n’ all!”

She had been a suit after all. He’d been so stupid. No wonder Roadie had laughed at him. He’d been mooning over some stuffy foreign weather doctor, and she’d only been using her adorable little lips to sneer at him. This whole time she’d been sneering at him and he hadn’t let himself see it. He’d wanted so badly to believe that it had all been a misunderstanding, that she was just a good girl who was out of her element and just needed a helping hand. But he only had one hand, and she found that hand to be filthy and beneath her. Everyone hated junkers, after all.

Just another suit who looked down on him, like everyone else.

That was probably why she was wincing down, backing up on her mattress. “No! No, I didn’t say that. That just…it came out wrong, please. Let’s just calm down, Mr. Fawk—”

“You done with your food or not? I got things t’do,” he grumbled. “Things what might offend your sensibilities and all, Dr. Mei.”

Lowering her head, she slid her plate towards him. “I didn’t mean it like that. I am sorry, it’s just been a long day…”

“Then go t’sleep.” He snatched the plate and scraped it onto his own, carrying them off towards the sink. He ate the rest of his meal there, refusing to look back at her.

He could feel her eyes on him, though. And several times she made a noise like she was trying to get his attention. But if he turned around, he was going to say things that weren’t appropriate for a fancy lady like her…and he wasn’t sure if he sincerely meant them or not. So he just kept eating, shoveling the rest of their meals into his open maw. Even this shitty vegetarian meal he’d tried to make for her: waste not, want not.

“Mr. Fawkes?” she called gently. “Junkrat?”

He swallowed another mouthful of rice slop.

“…Jamison?” she tried.

She’d remembered his real name. Shit. Why’d it have to sound so nice when she said his name?

He paused, wiping at his lips with his forearm before he whirled around without looking at her. Limping over to his couch, he snatched up the rough blanket crumpled up atop it and unfurled it before throwing it at her. It settled rather comically over top of her like a shroud, though she pulled it slightly to the side and peered up at him with one of those big, beautiful brown eyes of hers…

Shame he was still peevish at her and all. He was allowed to admire if he was still angry, wasn’t he? Maybe he should ask Roadie that one, the old pig man seemed to have a real knack for romance and all. Maybe he’d been right about rescuing his fair damsel in distress, too. Being a hero was nothing but an awful lot of trouble.

“Just go t’bed, Miss Mei,” he finally grumbled, rubbing at the bruise around his throat. “You said it. Been a long day. Gonna stay up for a bit, draw up some new plans…Get you back to the city proper all the earlier so’s I can get my reward and you can get outta here. Win, win!”

“Is there anything I can do? I’m sorry for earlier— I sometimes have a temper, I know. Or…” She sighed a little when he climbed onto his stool at his workdesk instead. “M-maybe we can talk in the morning?”

He grunted an affirmative and bent over his stack of papers, grabbing his least-gnawed-upon pencil and getting to work.

“Yeh, alright.”

Behind him, Mei gave him a rather concerned look, but seemed to give up. She pulled the ratty blanket over top of her, curling atop her mattress as she switched off the television and pulled off her glasses, turning her face away from the yellow glow of his desk lamp.

“Good night,” she said softly.

Damn her, why did she have to mess everything up? Now he was pissed at her instead of her being pissed at him, and he couldn’t even imagine things like pulling himself into bed after her, or wrapping himself around that soft little body all cuddly-like, and maybe even her putting those lips on his forehead for a kiss goodnight. He also couldn’t imagine waking up right next to her, and making them breakfast in the morning like he’d intended to do, or laughing over cups of coffee like he’d seen pictures of in the magazines.

Maybe it was better to just imagine the fat stack of credits he’d get when he turned her in safely?

He chanced a very brief little glance back at the little bundle under his blanket, brow knitting before he made himself turn back to his desk and his stacks of drawings and plans.

Well, maybe it would be better this way. She clearly didn’t think much of junkers. And he supposed he’d never been cut out to be a hero in the first place.

#junkrat #jamison fawkes #mei #mei-ling zhou #meihem #junkmei #meirat #overwatch #fanfiction #writing #special delivery #junkers #outback #story #what a mess you've made of things

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cconfusedkat · 1 year ago

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THISMIGHT BE INSANELY OUT OF CHARACTER but my friend made me think of smth stupid youll see 😭😭

In the game files (I think) there's another name for Pizzahead and it's Totino and I just.

I JUST THOUGHT ITD BE A LIL SILLY GOOFY IS ALL thank you for your time

#sydneys thoughts #sydneys doodles #pizza tower #pizzahead #peppino spaghetti #just feeling a little silly goofy expect more pizza tower stuff #THE JAIL WAS THE AIRFRYER #PIZZAHEAD GOT AIRFRYEDDDDD

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5sauceprefs · 6 years ago

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ghost of you (l.h)

Hey guys THIS IS FUCKEN SAD LOL.

Request: Promp list!!! I couldn’t choose one so i kinda put some together to create a story and you can write the rest.. and can it be with LUKE, please? Thanks!💛 “I can hear you crying through the door” “I’ve been so worried about you lately” “Baby answer the question” “You think this is what okay looks like?” “I’m suffocating” “My heart feels heavy” LOVE YOU

Summary: You and Luke begin to experience the hardships of a long distance relationship. You are excited to finally see Luke as he returns home, however will things go back to normal despite your fear that your relationship is just based off memories of happier times? That the two of you are constantly chasing after what was a loving relationship before Luke was always away?

Word count: 3500+ (why did I write so much when it’s sad lol)

Here we go.

You flattened down your top for what felt like the millionth time. Another quick dust of your pants. A quick fix of your hair. Anything to put off having to actually leave your room. The ding! of your phone made you jump; you were completely on edge. Walking over to your bed, you picked up your phone to have a look at the message you knew was coming.

Hey baby, can’t wait to see you x

Luke had been sending these types of messages all day, not constantly but enough to remind you why you felt a hole in your heart and a bottomless pit in your stomach that was full of nothing but nervous waves. You wiped your clammy hands on your pants again, unlocking your phone.

Same here babe x

Except that was a lie; you most definitely could wait. You locked your phone, the lock screen lighting up; a photo of you and Luke pulling silly faces, his arm wrapped around you tightly and pulling you close to him. That felt like it was years and years ago, a faded memory that couldn’t help your nerves. Another look in the mirror and you decided it was time to stop being a little bitch and leave your apartment.

5 Seconds of Summer’s Youngblood had just received its number 1 spot in Australia. Whilst the boys were back in Australia for this leg of the ‘Meet you There’ tour, they decided it would be great to celebrate their achievements since releasing the album. This meant a big party, lots of people, and lots of drinking. Not an ideal situation when it was your first time seeing Luke again, but at this point you would take whatever you could get. Even a Facetime would be great. You just wanted to see his face again and know the two of you were okay, that distance hadn’t affected your relationship at all.

You were so happy for Luke and the boys, there was no denying it. However, the back to back tours were starting to take a toll on your relationship with Luke, especially considering your career was starting to take off on its own direction now too. It was hard to get any time at all with Luke, and now the one time you were seeing him was a big party where he’d be drunk and busy with everyone else to even notice you. Which was fine, you knew what you had signed up for getting into this relationship with him, but you couldn’t help but feel a little upset that it had to fall on your two-year anniversary. Two years, just like that.

They say time flies when you’re having fun, but you could argue that time flies even faster when you actually never see your significant other.

You headed downstairs into the Uber you ordered, having denied Luke’s previous insistence that you be driven by their driver to the party, and sat in the back seat. You scrolled through your phone, watching the boys’ Instagram stories that they had put up for the party. It was happening at The Rocks, on a big yacht that was going to cruise all around Sydney Harbour. You didn’t live too far away, so you didn’t have much time to prepare yourself to calm down. It had literally been months since you last saw Luke. Today, when the boys arrived, was the first time you had heard his voice in a month when he rang you to tell you about Youngblood’s accolades and the party tonight. You picked at your nail polish, remembering the conversation.

Your phone rang loud and clear as soon as you started your lunch break and you swore your heart could have exploded at the sight of Luke’s goofy face on your phone, signalling that your boyfriend was finally calling you. ‘

“Hello!” You picked up eagerly, not caring that you sounded a little crazy.

“Baby! We made Number 1 in Australia!” Luke’s voice cheered back and you grinned. You didn’t care he forgot your anniversary; this was a big deal! Anyways, you knew once you saw him tonight, after a few hours to let today sink in, he would realise and the two of you would celebrate after the party how you always did. Take-away ice-cream and dancing in your apartment that the two of you shared in Sydney. Even though it was really just you that lived there most of the time.

“Congratulations! I told you,” you laughed into the phone. You could picture Luke rolling his bright blue eyes on his end of the call. A few cheers in the background and Luke’s laughter going through the phone let you know he was with the boys.

“I just can’t believe it actually happened. We’re celebrating tonight,” Luke said and you couldn’t help but do a little dance on the spot; he remembered!

“I can’t wait, I was thinking ice-cream and d-“

“On a yacht on The Rocks! We’re having a big party for Number 1! Everyone’s going to be there baby, you’re coming right?” Luke interrupted and you could tell he hadn’t heard what you were saying before. You bit down on your lip but decided not to worry. This was Luke’s day; it was time to celebrate him. Your little anniversary ritual could wait.

“Of course baby, I’ll be there,” you nodded even though he couldn’t see you.

“Great, Ashton stop!” You could hear Luke’s laugh as he distractedly talked to you.

“I lov-“

“Baby, I gotta go. I’ll text you the details!” Luke said into the phone, he sounded distracted with what was happening with his end of the phone call, before hanging up. The photo of you and Luke on your lock screen staring back at you.

You were so happy to hear his voice, but this was how all your phone calls had been. That’s if you and Luke ever did get to talk on the phone. It was rare that the time difference allowed the two of you to talk to each other, that either Luke or you weren’t too busy to talk to each other.

You tried to ignore the little sick feeling that appeared in your stomach. You swallowed hard, trying to get by with your day, the thought of Luke forgetting your anniversary making the butterflies bigger and bigger.

Nervous was an understatement; you were shitting it. You had been feeling a little upset, missing Luke, for quite some time now, and all you wanted was to see him to reassure yourself and your heart that he was still what you wanted. That this life with him was what you wanted. There was only so much more you could give with receiving little back until it took too much from you. It has getting harder and harder to come home, the place that Luke and you had bought together, without him. To talk to him less and less. To go about your days as if he wasn’t apart of your life anymore, even though he was. To only know how he was through Twitter, Instagram, but not know anything that was happening personally.

You were also trying to convince yourself that it was completely normal to feel this nervous before seeing your boyfriend. You weren’t actually sure if you were excited, which surprised you because you really did miss him.

You went to the Harbour, boarding the yacht as you showed your I.D. to the bouncer. He smiled, letting you in with a nod of his head. You walked past him, constantly playing with the ends of your hair. You looked around; there was already so many people here and you weren’t even leaving the dock for another five minutes. There was a DJ in one corner, a long table covered with assorted cheeses, crackers, fruits, all kinds of finger foods. The bar was lit up and full, all different kinds of liquor on show. It was definitely going to be a big night; you were going to need to down a few mimosas before you were ready to see any of the boys.

“Y/N!” Looks like the night had other plans. You turned around finding Ashton approaching you, a big smile on his face. His blue button-up shirt wasn’t fully buttoned up to show off the several gold chains around his neck, he wore the classic black skinny jeans and boots to match. He looked good and the sight of him almost made you tear up.

“Ashton,” you cried, a grin on your face as you hugged him. He laughed, giving you a squeeze. “Congratulations,” you said as he pulled away.

“Thanks, I can’t believe it,” he ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head in disbelief.

“I can,” you grinned, wiggling your eyebrows.

“Are you drinking?” Ashton asked, gesturing to your empty hands. You nodded, following him to the bar. “Have you seen Luke yet?” Ashton asked you as you waited for the bartender to make your mimosa. You shook your head.

“No, do you know where he is?” You asked and Ashton shrugged. The bartender handed you your mimosa and you smiled in thanks, following Ashton as he helped you find Luke.

“Ashton! The man of the hour,” a bald man came up and cried, patting Ashton on the back. He gave you an apologetic smile, to which you dismissed with a laugh, letting him walk off with the bald man as you searched for Luke on your own. This yacht was fucking massive; it was going to take you all night at this point to find Luke. It honestly wouldn’t surprise you at this point if you didn’t even see him tonight with the way things were going.

Then you found him. Standing tall and happy, a beer in his ring-clad hand. He had a big smile on his face, his blue eyes looked a little tired but still bright, his hair was a little longer, pushed back, and he wore a red silk button-up, his black skinny jeans, and his boots. Your heart felt like it was glowing. All those days alone were now worth it. All that time spent wishing you could just see, touch, smell your boyfriend and have him with you was now real. With a grin on your face, you started walking over to the group to go see, kiss, hug, touch your boyfriend. Maybe it was a good thing that they had decided to do this party; you knew you would have never left the bed if Luke and you had spent the night alone together.

You came up from behind him, tapping him on the shoulder with a big grin on your face, looking stupid. Luke turned around, his eyes widening and his smile getting even bigger. It made everything inside you feel whole. Your heart was Luke’s, no wonder it felt small and missing when he was gone. He took it with him and now he was here and could give you what was rightfully yours, his love.

“Y/N!” He said, as if he couldn’t believe you were standing in front of him even though he invited you. He placed a hand on your shoulder, making your grin falter a little bit. You had been expecting a kiss at the very least. “I’m just talking with a big producer baby, how about you get us some more drinks and a seat by the back and I’ll meet you there in a second?” He said quietly and smiled before turning back around. “So, where was I?” Luke grinned.

You stood there for a second, trying to process what the fuck had just happened. Get a couple of drinks and a seat and he’d be there in a second? No ‘baby!’, ‘I missed you!’, ‘Let me love you until the sun rises!’, ‘Happy two-year anniversary!’? Just a touch of the shoulder and then a fucking order for drinks and a seat?

Your heart, which had been glowing and growing twice its size moments ago, was now small. So small you thought the hole that had been there at the beginning of the night had swallowed it. Luke did have your heart, but he had left it behind when he had first left you to go on tour, and now it was anywhere but with his heart. You realised this now.

You walked over to the bar, before you stopped. Wait, what were you doing? Actually going to go get a drink for Luke? He had completely dismissed you in front of the ‘big producers’, basically treated you like his little bitch, and then you were actually going to do it? Plus, he had forgotten your anniversary after all your hints and references. Fuck this. No wonder you were feeling so nervous and sad to come; future you had your back and knew some fucked up shit was going to happen. A burning in your throat signalled that a fat cry was coming along, so you quickly walked over to the on-board bathroom.

“Testing, testing, 1,2,3? DJ Calum, 1, 2, 3?” Calum’s voice made you turn around as he talked into the microphone at the DJ’s set-up, your vision a little blurry from the tears that were threatening to spill. “Welcome everybody! Thank you for coming and thanks for celebrating Youngblood going number 1 in Australia with us!” Calum was interrupted as everyone started cheering. “We are about to start our cruise so drink up and get fucked up!” Calum rose his glass in the air and everyone did the same except for you. You were fucked up alright. You walked quickly to the bathroom as the music returned loudly through the yacht.

Closing the door behind you, you placed your mimosa on the counter and stared at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes were puffy and red as tears streamed down your face, snot coming out of your nose and your lips were all red puffy too as you continued to cry.

This is what you and Luke had come to. It seemed to be some fucked up graph where Luke was exponentially rising as you were the opposite end, going down. You had given your all and still did so, Luke gave his all too but just not to you. To his career. You couldn’t hate him for that, but before your feelings turned into hate you needed to do what was the best for you and Luke’s relationship. It was time to end it. Before it became messy and you did start resenting each other; Luke hating you for leading him on once you realised you were done and you hating Luke for not being as committed as you were.

“Happy fucking anniversary,” you said to yourself quietly, sculling down your champagne drink and then washing your face. You dabbed tissues under your eyes so as not to smudge your mascara any more and then reapplied your liquid lipstick. You blinked a couple of times, widening your eyes and pretending to sneeze. It’s what you would do once you left the bathroom, to make it look like you hadn’t been crying but were just sneezing a lot and that’s why your eyes were all red and puffy and watery. With a final look at yourself in the mirror you grabbed your empty glass and opened the bathroom door, facing Luke.

He was leant up against the door, a frown on his face. Shocked, you closed the door immediately, locking it.

“Y/N, open the door,” Luke said and you shook your head even though he couldn’t see you. “Y/N, I can hear you crying through the door,” Luke said quietly and you covered your eyes, full sobs coming from your body. You thought you had composed yourself, you thought you had it all figured out. You were ready to leave. But then you saw Luke, his beautiful blue eyes so concerned, and now you weren’t so sure. “I’ve been so worried about you lately baby,” Luke continued to talk as you continued to cry on the opposite side of the door. “You’ve seemed distant and I don’t know what to do.” At this you frowned. You seemed distant? What about when he just blew you off in front of all those people?

You opened the door and Luke immediately stepped inside. You closed the door behind you, locking it and facing it instead of Luke for a second to gather your thoughts. You felt Luke’s hands brush your hair off your shoulder, his fingers making goose-bumps raise on your skin. You shoved his hand off as you turned around to face him. It wasn’t fair that he could still have that affect on you when he touched you.

“You really can’t say that I’ve been distant,” you said angrily, wiping the tears off your face and pushing Luke’s hands away as he tried to help you. He frowned.

“I’m sorry about before,” Luke said and you rolled your eyes.

“You’re not though. I get it, you’re busy. I’m happy for you, I really am. But there’s only so much I can give to you before I start getting tired Luke of receiving nothing back. You’re always busy. You’re always rehearsing, always with producers, always with everyone. Whatever, it’s great you’re doing so well. But I need something, anything Luke. You can’t always blow me off like that. Even just a fucking kiss would have been nice. It’s so hard being lonely,” your voice was slowly starting to get louder as you threw your hands up in the air, running them through your hair in frustration. Luke stepped forward, leaning down and you immediately raised your hands to his chest, stopping him. “What’re you doing?” You asked, the frown coming back to Luke’s forehead as he reached his hands out to touch you.

“Why won’t you let me touch you? I’m trying, Y/N. I’m trying to give you what you want. We’re okay, baby,” he leant down again and you pushed him a little harder, tears returning to your eyes.

“What I want? No, Luke, that’s not how this works. You’re supposed to want to want me, to want to be happy with me. Not just because it’s what I ‘want’. You think this is what okay looks like?” You raised an eyebrow. You wiped away the tears that had returned as you turned to walk out of the bathroom. Luke grabbed your wrist, his eyes wide.

“Don’t, Y/N. What’re you doing? What do you mean?” He asked, his blue eyes searching your face, full of concern and confusion and hurt. Your heart didn’t feel small anymore. It felt heavy; you were suffocating. It was weighing you down; you were weighing Luke down. He was weighing you down. You sighed, looking down at his beautiful red-painted fingers covered in rings wrapped around your wrist. You wanted to tell him you were okay, that the two of you were going to be okay. But it wasn’t right. Enough was enough, it was time to stop being selfish with Luke. It was time to let him be happy without you, fully. He had already started, there was no need for you anymore. “Baby, answer the question.” Luke said quietly, squeezing your wrist. You felt the hot tears against your cheeks, your lips, falling on to your chest.

“Luke,” you said quietly, looking up at him. His eyes were wide, his mouth open slightly and a crease in his forehead where his eyebrows were knitted together. “I love you. So much. I’m not good for you though, and I’m not sure if you’re good for me. I got a promotion,” you said, watching his eyebrows raise slightly. “I’m going to be travelling, just like you. This,” you gestured between you both, “is only going to get harder. I love you, and I will always love you. But I can’t stay and you know that,” your voice was quiet as realisation sank in to both you and Luke.

You had just broken up with the boy who made your heart feel like it was three times its size. The boy who made your stomach sick full of butterflies, made your palms sweaty. Your head woozy and your lips a constant puffy red from his sweet kisses. But also, the boy who was hurting you and you him. The boy who couldn’t be there for you, the boy who didn’t understand that soon you wouldn’t be there for him either. The boy who was only ever real for a few fleeting seconds before he returned to being a distant memory, just a photo on your lock-screen the only proof that what you had was real. Or had been real.

Luke was silent as you raised your wrist, free from his hold, and turned to leave. You grabbed your purse, remembering something. You opened it, pulling out the silver necklace you had bought your then boyfriend. It was still nice, still relevant if he ever decided he’d still want to be your friend. It was his, just like your heart, always.

“Happy anniversary Luke,” you smiled a small smile even though you were crying and placed the necklace in his hand. “Congratulations, I hope you get everything you want. If you can ever forgive me, you can call me if you ever want a friend to talk to. I love you.” You squeezed his hand before you left the bathroom.

You had just enough time to leave before the yacht would depart, so you rushed off the boat without another look back to the blue eyed boy who was forever yours in your heart. Who you would always love. Who would always have your heart no matter what. He had never discarded it; he had just been neglecting it. You realised that now as you practically ran off the yacht.

It was just a shame that you left too quickly, too quickly before Luke could tell you that he was always yours, and you were always his. His heart belonged to you, just as much as yours belonged to him.

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trashforleo · 7 years ago

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6 Years With B.A.P!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Rewatching all B.A.P MVs from Going Crazy to Hands Up to celebrate 6 Years and I. am. DYING!

I didn’t get into Kpop until March 2012, after seeing MyChonnys reaction video to BB Fantastic Baby and I was like ‘Okay, that was good, I’mma check out more of this’. And then I fell into this pit we call a fandom?!?!?!More like HELL ON MY HEART! A few weeks of just jamming to BB I found Warrior sitting in the suggestions and then BAM! MY ASS WAS OWNED!!~!~! Being a stupid, naive 15 year old at the time, I was just all up on that shit! I NEEDED TO KNOW WHO THEY WERE~ AND HOW I COULD DOWNLOAD THE SONG THEY HAD SO I COULD LISTEN TO IT AT SCHOOL TO DROWN OUT THE TEACHERS! I wasn’t really a hardcore stan like I had been for BB, at that time I was a bitch for BB but B.A.P was crawling up my legs to steal my heart!

At the start of my fangirling, I fully believed Zelo was my bais, he was cute, a rapper, only a year older then me and just really fucking adorable!?!?!?! But then I saw the Crash MV and I was done for! Yongguk spoke at the start of that video and my poor teenager heart was like!!!!!!!!!!!!!!YOU HAVE MY HEART!!!!!!!!!!!!!!No reason at all but I just knew?that?he?owned?the?title?as?bias?!?!??!?!?!!!!!!! (Also, that fucking blue and green hairdo Zelo had in the Crash MV WAS GODDAMN AWFUL! HOW DID ANYONE FORGET THAT? THAT WAS HIS WORST HAIR ERA! NEXT TO GRANNY PERM HURRICANE HAIR! OMG!)

THEN CAME STOP IT! AND I WAS SUNK IN SO FAR! I still wasn’t hardcore stanning yet, but I was nearing, I waited for comebacks and knew their names and could tell the members apart by voices, but I only really listened to title tracks for now. Rain Sound was what claimed my ass COMPLETELY! I WAS OWNED! THEY HAD ME BY MY NERVES AND ARTERIES! I listened to all their songs and watched any interviews translated I could get my grubby hands on! I needed to know these boys because I just LOVED THEM SO MUCH! They were talented, beautiful, amazing, dedicated, just brilliant, being their fan made everything that was shitty in my life then, just fad into the background with simply putting headphones in, I was attached emotionally.

Coffee Shop and Hurricane was what made Daehyun take second place on my bias list, his voice was goddamn f*cking!AMAZING! BADMAN HAD ME BY MY F*CKING ANKLES! THAT WAS MY JAM FOR WEEKS! THEN 1004! I WAS SINKING IN A HOLE I COULDN’T LEAVE!

In 2014 they came to AUSTRALIA! I WAS SO F*CKING EXICITED! At first, I couldn’t go, my friend, who is a very soft kpop fan, like only really listens to it when we hang out, managed to convince her mother to take us! Now, I live in QLD, which meant the closest and cheapest option was Sydney, so we went and it. was. amAZING! It would’ve been better if I wasn’t such a short ass and hadn’t gone off by mainly ear, we got standing behind VIP standing and this bloke was infront of us who for some reason! WAS LIKE 6′10! I’M ONLY 5′2! HE WAS BLOCKING MY VIEW AND HIM GOING ON HIS TIPTOES AND JUMPING UP AND DOWN DIDN’T HELP! I enjoyed my first concert ever, despite not having actually seen much of it, it was a memory and I was grateful, I learnt the Check On dance, there was moment where one of the members gave a girl in the crowd a coffee during the Coffee Shop stage???? If I remember correctly? I unfortunately couldn’t get any fancams, because at the time I was broke as fuck and had a shitty phone brought from Woolworths and I don’t think my friend has any of the ones she managed to get either anymore, the only thing I really regret is no fan cams.

But then came the Lawsuit and I was devastated, a couple months beforehand articles were being posted about this boygroup rumouring to be filing a lawsuit together, thought nothing of it until it read ‘Debuted in 2012 and had recent world tour and first concert held in Australia for them’ and I just felt so…….. hurt? That be the best way to describe it? My heart just burnt and I was struck with this overwhelming pain, I didn’t understand, it couldn’t be them, I didn’t understand, maybe just teenager naivety or denial but I didn’t believe it until I woke up one day and the first thing on my FB timeline ‘B.A.P files lawsuit against TS as six’ and I kinda just broke in tears. I felt slightly pathetic crying over a group of men I didn’t even know.

I have to admit, I had the selfish thoughts of ‘They can’t disband’ ‘They can’t, they’re the only good thing I have in life right now,’ but I’m not a generally selfish person, so that passed quick, I was worried, incredibly worried! I didn’t know these men personally but hearing the circumstances of the lawsuit fueled me with rage, they were being denied basic human rights! From seeing family, treatment for illness, disrespect as artist, payment neglect! Then I heard of fans leaving the fandom for petty reasons and I knew that I couldn’t leave their side, I did, guiltily, distance myself as Baby, if they were to disband for their own personal reasons and this doesn’t go well, I wouldn’t be as hurt by the decision, I checked any news when I could, listened to their songs to feed my desire to see them again, I checked Instagram and Twitter, every time I heard about one of the members being seen somewhere, Daehyuns random appearances, I was happy, they looked sad but also happy, but I was still worried, what did this mean for them?

When it was over, I just hoped that they were given what they deserved and wanted, respect and to not be looked down at, to be treated like a human beings, to be given the money they work fucking hard for! And to not be taken advantage of, because all they wanted to do was to sing, rap and dance, to follow a simple dream but some money hungry, shitty cooperation took advantage of that.

But because I had distance myself during the lawsuit, although still a Baby, I wasn’t on the level before it, while every other Baby was hyping up their comeback for Young, Wild and Free, I was skeptic, was this what they wanted? Are they okay? I don’t care for a comeback! I just want to know if they’re happy and healthy! Why TS? Surely any other label could sign them?

The teasers dropped and I was in love again, it was them, they looked healthy, they looked happy, they looked like them, the six goofy, talented, amazing, individual men that I loved. It had been over a year since they’re last comeback, Zelo had gotten taller, he looked more mature and more adult, Youngjae’s face had lost any trace of his chubbyness from Debut,, Daehyunn looked alot better, Himchan was defiantly happier, Jongup was now a man too out of nowhere? Yongguk seemed better.

I Feel So Good and That’s My Jam had me forgetting the lawsuit, they were happy, doing what they wanted and releasing music they wanted to. Happy. I just wanted them happy. Skydive came around and I was SHOOK! SO FUCKING GOOD! But that was a slop when Yongguk had to take a break for Anxiety issues and I was mad at TS, was this their fault? Were they neglecting him again? Why wasn’t his Anxiety issues addressed sooner! Why let him get to that point!? Mad, was an understatement, I know how horrible and nightmarish Anxiety is, so I was happy he was getting treated, I was furious that the company he practically has signed years of his life to, neglect him to the point where he had to put his dreams on hold?! He shouldn’t of had to put a ‘hiatus’ on his career when his company shouldn’t of let him get so bad, it wasn’t Yongguks fault and I could blame the company all I wanted, but I just wanted him happy, healthy and doing what he wants with his life without these barriers.

Wake Me Up came and you could say that my ass was owned, yet again. Words can’t really explain how I felt when watching the MV, besides Pride, I was proud, they looked so good, the song sounded just like them and I was glad for having them back. Honeymoon and Hands Up, two comebacks in a short time frame? Ah yes! I did feel a little worried that maybe T$ was going to try and churn out comebacks like they did originally, but I felt reassured, the boys looked happy and healthy, if T$ was going to do that, I doubt the members would leave it unheard of, Himchan would probably dragged them over social media and Daehyun would probably discreetly shit on them anyway he could. Honeymoon was a refreshing concept, I loved it! Hands Up! Felt like I was watching them for the first time all over again!

This was B.A.P, this was Bang Yongguk, Kim Himchan, Jung Daehyun, Yoo Youngjae, Moon Jongup and this was Choi Junhong, this was my boys, OUR boys, 6 men that for years had been my greatest escape from my life, I could put headphones on and blare out the world outside, watch silly videos and feel better about my circumstances, they made me smile, they made me happy, they made me want to live, even if it was just to see their new Instagram post tomorrow and here they are, happy, healthy, doing what they wanted, being loved, being amazing, being Best. Absolute. Perfection.

So to B.A.P, to our brilliant leader, Bang Yongguk, with your deep ass, chocolaty smooth voice, our shy man, the father of the group, who is always thinking of others before yourself, that protected and loved your members through what was probably the hardest years in your lives, never let anyone try to make you do any less then what you want, what you wish, what you believe in and what you deserve, because baby, you deserve the fucking world, keep smiling that beautiful gummy smile that makes our hearts shine. Because like you said I will hold your two hands and hold you so you don’t fall.

To Kim Himchan, our glorious Visual King, mother of the group, with your trucker, smooth, honey vocals, you serve as glue in the group in a way, always tenderly loving of the members, as Yongguks best friend, supporting, shitting on T$ because you won’t put up with shit, always love yourself just like you are, wearing your name on everything! Never doubt yourself, you are beautiful, you are amazing and we love you so god damn much, forever smile that smile, forever be our dancing machine and forever be the amazing man you are.

To Jung Daehyun, our extra loud Lead Vocal, I know we tease you for how loud you can be, but I’d be damned if you were any different then what you are, you bring energy, happiness, cheers and brightness to the group, I can always look forward to a new interview or Vlive with you in it, knowing that I’ll probably have to turn down my volume a few times but I will forever adore listening to you scream over nonsense. I hope that one day you can find someone that you love, more then you love us, because you deserve to be in love and love, to be loved, you are our soul, our love and a blessing.

To Yoo Youngjae, our brilliant vocal, our little squishy marshmallow, who bring sunshine with a colourful rainbow to the group, always supportive of your brothers, loving your fans, always be the way you want, never question that you are talented, that you’re loved, laugh that beautiful laugh, prank your brothers, be as loud as you can with Daehyun and tease your Maknae, and do what you want with your future, sing with that beautiful voice and adore your Babyz with that huge heart of yours, you are beautiful, you are talented, you are amazing, you are our love.

To Moon Jongup, our beautiful, rude, main dancer, with your beautiful voice and smooth dancing, forever amazing us with your continuous growing talent and passion, with your ability to put up with your brothers antics, your growth as an artist and as a person, as you slowly exist your shell and become more open, always smile like you do, always be happy, never settle for anything less then what you deserve, never expect anything less then what you want and always remember that we will forever watch and love you.

To Choi Junghong, our maknae, our brilliant dancer, our amazing rapper, you may be young, but you have suffered a lot just to achieve your dreams, with your continuous growing self in everyway, we are always amazed to see you happy, another genius piece that you release is another step to being the artist you want to be, there are evil people in the world, but don’t worry, we will protect and love you in any way we can, always smile, always cheer on your brothers, always love your fans and forever be the beautiful, amazing man you are growing up to be.

With you, my baby. Forever with you.

If we could, us Babyz would steal every ounce of happiness in the world just to see you boys be happy, to see those smiles, to hear that laughter, another song released, another album charting, another hit, another post on social media, is a step to us just loving you even more then we already do. I will never let your hand go, no one can ever deny me the innocent, pure love I have for you six men, you have made me feel something, even if I never meet you, even if you don’t know I exist, I love you, because you’re talented, amazing, beautiful and deserve to be given the world.

Bang Yongguk - ❝Life is like a piano. The white keys represent happiness and the black keys represent sadness, but as you go through life, remember that the black keys make music too.❞

Kim Himchan - ❝Role model? I don’t have one. I want to be one.❞

Jung Daehyun - ❝We are still here, because we experienced both good and bad as 6.❞

Yoo Youngjae - ❝Now, B.A.P is more like a family rather than just members or friends, so as time goes by, we are going to be more banded.❞

Moon Jongup - ❝I want to be a moon, bring the light to the people who are in the dark.❞

Choi Junghong - ❝I want to work hard without forgetting our original intention and our modesty, for us to become artists that will grow.❞

Congratulations, to six years as six, B.A.P.

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gawaine · 7 years ago

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Code Blue - Chapter 11 - Incoherent Review

I am so excited for this…okay here I go!!!

(Mehak’s CB review, including incoherency, mad theories and other things that made me smile)

Okay wow, even this title has be buzzed.. Nothing..But the Truth? DRAMAAAA OKAY THROWBACK TO THE TAXI SCENE BECAUSE YASSSSSSSSS think about it Mary, think about it…. i’m living for this internal thoughts thing that mary and adam are doing LMAO shelby with the thwacking toby and adam 5ever L O L VINNY “DID THEY JUST HI-FIVE OR AM I LOSING MY SHIT” I AM VINNY i am so giggly right now..this mary x adam scene…ADAM WANTS TO CHECK OUT HER BAHOOBIES BUT IS SCARED FOR HIS LIFE HAHA I have been waiting for this Sarah x VInny x Mary time for so long…THE TRIFECTA eye sexing lmao OH SHIT

RICHARD IS THERE WTF BETRAYAL BY SANNY noooo, i thought this Richard apology was going to go way better, I was excited to have him back on Team Yay :( mary running and crying is hurting me in the aorta i am sad like kajol when she couldn’t go to europe with her friends we are going to call the chicago incident PPP - Potential Pizza Pappi (pappi means kiss in punjabi for my fellow non-desis) mary’s internal struggle with recognizing adam as a real person is amazing you’re amazing okay so, are the intern exams before or after the potential wedding in Sydney? and what chapter are we anticipating the wedding because i have to go iron my salwar kameez and get matching bangles irreversible like liver disease (nods and throws up medical nerd gang sign at you) CALL ADAM, MARY. PICK UP THE DAMN PHONE AND CALL YOUR CUTE AND DORKY FRIEND/FIANCE MARY AND SHELBY OUTBURST DRAMA YASSSS I AM LIVING NO i did not want her to tell shelby it was arranged!!! She could have just said that she meant “proposal” instead of agreement nooo plz dont let this add tension between Mary and Adam unless this is potential build up drama for their big outburst fight where Tilly comes up….I am still waiting for that… adam being so excited about chicago gives me the warm and fuzzies LOL I AM DYING SHELBY THINKS ADAM COULDNT GET IT ON L O L DEAD HAHAHAH oh god i love this gap between brown girl romance and white girl romance lmao the culture gap… ANTICLIMACTIC AS FUCK ok nope did not want to know about nadia and adam and the supply closet but im kinda loving shelby here? like she hadnt grown on me yet but this is fantastic hmm mary and shelby potential friendship could be interesting speaking of shelby, when are we gonna get more shelby x Toby because I SHIP IT actually, i feel like we haven’t seen toby in a while ohmygosh please dont kill anyone plz esp toby ADAM WALKED IN WHAT omg aw adam being curious jealous mary my poor lil baby ily STAY IN YOUR BUBBLE HAHAHAHAH tsk tsk dirty adam ughhh tilly kinda done with her right now, she really needs to get her shit together and also…..kinda move out??? i see bits of you in mary’s internal monologue and i love it THE COVER PHOTO LOL “fuck you shelby” faaaave adam and the toaster my lil cutie oh dr brett is bi? I missed that grown man adam…my little prince ily BOOOM mary rejected adams cheek kiss (insert sound of my heart crashing and breaking) the ONE CURL omg yess confined spaces ( wiggles eyebrows) i just had a pang of panic….what if they get into a car crash?? Please no i love this car scene adam using Sarah adn Vinny’s first names mean the world to me Mary was angry at the question earlier but she just likes him??? /tears lmao mary just blurting that OH MY GOD ADAM “he would live to regret this he knew” OMG DYING lol LEAH AND ADAMS REACTIONS WHEN MARY ACCIDENTALLY SAID SHE CANT WAIT THAT LONG FOR THE WEDDING I AM BOTH OF THEM DADDY AHAHA is mary closer to her mum or dad? does adam have siblings, i forgot ugh the fathers…i dont love the idea of two separate daysssss australia should be the main wedding and the reception afterwards in new york…. DO WHAT ADAM AND MARY WANT hmmmm i mean…i guess it makes sense…. but honeymoon after the new york ceremony or the australia one (serious question but still wiggles eyebrows) INTERNET TROLL OF A HUMAN…. sign me up lol the mother-in-law drama begins praying 4 mary leah adn mary tag teaming with these questions, yasssss poor adam tho NADIA NUH UH BACK TF UPPPPPP THIS DINNER SCENE NADIA VS MARY ADAM CHASE AFTER HER YOU FOOL lol they all look to leah if they make this into a movie, can you ask karan johar to cast me as leah ( or sarah) kind of smirking that adams mom was embarrassed by the nadia thing LEAH IS MY FAVE I DONT THINK ASSKICKING IS SILLY LOL <3 ugh Tilly dont distract mary, if something happens to her while driving i will cry oh than k god it was SHelby i did not want to see the nadia showdown right now i am not prepared oh shelby, with the blunt advice NO MARY DONT CRY BBY I LOVE YOU girl power moment ftw oka yass shelby fix up marys emotions and teach her how to wing her eyeliners so she can be a sexy lifesaverrr THANK YOU FOR THE UPDATE I LOVE YOU YOU ALWAYS MAKE MY BIRTHDAY SO SPECIAL AND I AM SO BLESSED TO HAVE A SISTER LIKE YOU EVERYONE, HANNAH IS AN ANGEL, PLEASE REMEMBER THIS PS - plz help me with my theories k thx bye

Intern exams are after Sydney! And haha, I’ll warn you prior to the wedding ;)

The white girl romance vs brown girl romance omfg that’s so well phrased... Also, why do you always assume I’ll kill my characters?!

Mary’s probably closer to her Dad... And you’ll have to see about the honeymoon ;) nah, I’m kidding, when Adam suggested Australia last chapter, he said they could honeymoon there!

Leah is A Homegirl this chapter

I’M SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT, I’M ALL GOOFY AND HAPPY, YAAAAAY :D

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‘Veep’ Showrunner David Mandel Responds to Labor Day Theories

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It’s been a well-received season of change for HBO’s Veep, but as we found out when we posed showrunner David Mandel’s 13 questions to fans, there are two things you can count on remaining the same: viewers’ love-hate relationship with Jonah and their shared desire to know what Gary did for Selina on Labor Day.

Read on to see how fans answered Mandel’s queries, as well as his reactions to the most popular responses (including the Labor Day theories he shot down).

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DAVID MANDEL ASKS: 1.) Is Selina Meyer a good person in any way? Why do you root for her?

ANALYZING THE ANSWERS: Two-thirds of the fans who responded said they believe Selina has redeeming qualities, though they definitely had to reach to name some. Jess remembered that Selina cares for horses, “an indication she does have a heart.” She roots for Selina because she is “unapologetically female in a man’s world. Quotes like, ‘That’s the least reassuring sentence since ‘It’s okay, it’s just the tip!”” Ming Nguyen said, “She showed a hint of being a good person in [the abortion episode] ‘The Choice’ in Season 3. She could be a fierce fighter for women’s rights and equality.” Sydney Grullon spoke more generally: “I don’t think she’s inherently awful, I think deep down she thinks what she’s doing is good, at least what she was doing while in office.” Prakram Bhushan, meanwhile, was incredibly specific: “Selina is a good lover. Everyone roots for her.”

As for the naysayers, their position was summed up by Jamie Burgess: “No. She is everything that is bad about politics: no real vision or drive to lead via policy decisions. Making decisions based on polling with no overall agenda for the country or goals. I root for her because of amazing acting by her actor.” Or, put more bluntly by Eman Abdelmouty: “She’s the absolute worst. Yet we love Selina because a.) she kept it together while holding the nuclear codes, she never grabbed people by the p***y. b). Julia Louis-Dreyfus.”

MANDEL RESPONDS: Hearing that last answer, Mandel can only laugh: “Have our standards for what a president is dropped so in the last two years that this is what we’re saying is good about Selina Meyer?” But looking at the big picture… “I find that [two-thirds number] fascinating, because I think she’s a horrible person! I think it’s a credit to Julia, that she has found a way to make people care about this character. I like to think it’s a credit to Armando [Iannucci, the show’s creator] and the previous writers, and my current writers, that we can make you root for a terrible person. We love that dichotomy.”

Did Selina have good intentions when she was in office? Mandel thinks Jamie’s read was correct: “I think she only really tried to do good if she thought it was politically expedient. We do spend a lot of time thinking about the fact that she’s not 100% terrible at her job. I think people forget that she did rise up through the political system, and that requires a certain amount of street-fighting skills and an inherent political sense, and she has that. But I do think being skilled is different than being a good person. I don’t think she particularly wants to help the world. I think even when she’s ‘nice,’ there’s usually ulterior motives or things that will get her to throw it away in a second.”

And as for the assessment of Selina’s sexual prowess: “I think she would take a lot of pride in knowing that people think she’s good in bed,” he says. “I think that would be important to her.”

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DAVID MANDEL ASKS: 2.) What character on our show would you least like to work for?

ANALYZING THE ANSWERS: The top vote-getter was Jonah, with Dan as the runner-up (“I would need to work for someone who has a soul,” Minh wrote of the latter). Votes were also cast for notoriously incompetent Mike; groper Teddy; vicious Roger Furlong; war hero Danny Chung; stoic Kent (“Hard to read and even harder to please,” Jamie insisted); and puppetmaster Ben. “That guy has shown his dark side way too many times (Dan’s ‘resignation’) and has probably done some nasty stuff during his career,” Viktor Cegledi reasoned. “Plus, he has that weird nickname, ‘Buttf**ker.'”

MANDEL RESPONDS: He was shocked his personal pick, Amy, got no votes. “No votes? Oh my god, she’s the worst! I think she’s that kind of boss that would give you things to do, and before you even had 30 seconds to do it, she’d be asking where it was, and then she would take it back from you and do it herself. And there’s nothing you could do that would ever satisfy her,” he says.

As for the others: “I understand the Jonah one, but I think there’s an opportunity if you’re the right person. For example, when the beautiful men were working for Jonah last year as interns, and he really sort of took to them. I think he could be a great boss if he somehow liked you, or thought you were like, ‘his guy.’ Obviously he’s got a hair-trigger temper, but I do think the sun can shine from Jonah,” he says. “I think it’d be very fun to work for Dan. I guess as long as you weren’t a good-looking woman. I guess that would be a real problem. I think then you’re sort of in Bill O’Reilly territory. An incompetent boss [like Mike] is the greatest thing in the world — then you can do what you like. I agree [about Danny Chung] — you’d get very sick of hearing about a tank and stuff. Kent is certainly hard to read, but again, if you were the right kind of person for a lot of these people, I think you could survive. If you did your job and stayed quiet, I think Ben would be harsh, but he would be relatively fair. I think if you were a math person, Kent might actually take to you. To me, what defines the worst is that there’s nothing you can do. Furlong, I think would be up there with Amy. That’s just a horrific job. Will looks like he has PTSD sometimes. I don’t know quite what he’s doing there, but it’s kind of wonderful.”

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DAVID MANDEL ASKS: 3.) Do you think Homeland would benefit from a Jonah-type character? Who on that show should we trade him for?

ANALYZING THE ANSWERS: Mandel admits some of his questions weren’t necessarily designed to be answered. Still, a few folks went for it. Ethan Hart gave a vague response: “I’m not sure, but I would love to see a Veep character cry like Carrie on Homeland.” Sonia Murray, however, was very specific (Homeland spoiler alert!): “I think Jonah would be great on Homeland. We trade him for the sadly now deceased Peter Quinn. I feel like the possibility of Jonah’s impending death would be just as nerve-racking as all the times Quinn was in danger. Except the desired outcome would be the opposite: we’d be holding our breath to see if Jonah would escape danger but we’d be super upset and disappointed each time he survived…”

MANDEL RESPONDS: “That’d be very funny,” he says of having a Carrie-type crier. But don’t we already have Catherine? “Catherine does go kind of the full Claire Danes. She Danes-es it up,” he says. As for that Jonah scenario, “Maybe Jonah could get tortured. That could be enjoyable. Captured and kidnapped by some sort of terrorist act and put in a room with Sarin gas, like Peter Quinn.” His personal pick for a crossover? “This is not exactly an answer, but I’d kind of love to see a sit-down between Ben and Saul. I think those are two old souls that would really enjoy each other’s company.”

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DAVID MANDEL ASKS: 4.) What do you think will happen first: America electing a female president or Gary wearing corduroy?

ANALYZING THE ANSWERS: They weren’t happy about it, but roughly 60 percent said Gary wearing corduroy.

MANDEL RESPONDS: “Sadly, I think they’re right,” he says. And to answer Jamie’s question, “Why would Gary wearing corduroy not happen? He seems goofy enough to pull it off,” he simply says, “I think he just thinks corduroy is not very tasteful.”

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DAVID MANDEL ASKS: 5.) What’s your favorite episode of Veep?

ANALYZING THE ANSWERS: Season 5’s “Mother” — in which Selina lost both her mom and, perhaps more importantly, the popular vote — got three times the nods of any other episode. As Sydney wrote, “‘Mother.’ By a landslide. Between Sarah Sutherland’s Emmy worthy ugly crying and JLD’s Emmy-winning performance, I cry from laughter every time I watch this episode.” Other episodes tying for second with numerous shout-outs include Season 2’s “D.C.” and “The Vic Allen Dinner” (as Eman said, “It has everything: Kent being evil, ‘You’re a meme, ma’am,’ Selina singing, the line ‘Jolly Green Ji** Face.’“); Season 4’s “Election Night”; and Season 5’s “Congressional Ball” and “Kissing Your Sister” (aka Catherine’s documentary).

MANDEL RESPONDS: “It doesn’t surprise me that people like ‘Mother.’ I love ‘Mother.’ I guess it surprises me that it was such a clear winner, just because it’s that typical sort of thing — it’s hard to pick among your children, as they say. I think any opportunity where Selina can be dealing with a real political issue, a real piece of politics, and at the same time, we can mix in a personal issue — and it doesn’t necessarily mean someone’d be dying, but just anything smaller and personal — that’s a great combination for Veep, and I think ‘Mother’ fits into that world.” If he had to single out a personal favorite, it would be “Kissing Your Sister,” just because he had so much fun directing it. “I enjoyed it just because of the fun and the silliness of all the different time periods, and all that kind of stuff, the chance to do sort of the Gilbert Sullivan musical, and that kind of a thing.”

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DAVID MANDEL ASKS: 6.) Is it pronounced “CH-lumsky” or “K-lumsky”? We’ve never been sure, and now it’s kind of too late to ask her.

ANALYZING THE ANSWERS: The majority got it right (K-lumsky). A few suggested either watching an interview online in which Anna says it herself (see above), or simply just calling her “Anna” to be safe.

MANDEL RESPONDS: “I just make it a policy never to say Anna’s last name,” he says. “It’s sort of the way I treat my in-laws, which is I never say their name, because my instinct is to call them Mr. …, and I’m certainly not gonna call them by their first name, so I just avoid calling them.”

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DAVID MANDEL ASKS: 7.) What line of work would best suit Mike McLintock?

ANALYZING THE ANSWERS: Fans had many suggestions: “a job with least or no stress, like ticket salesman to a museum which no one visits”; “a tired-but-friendly high school teacher who interacts well with the students (because doesn’t do his job and doesn’t teach)”; “Uber driver who keeps trying to show you photos of his children”; “shift supervisor at a small-town grocery store”; “food critic, Daily Mail journalist, Trump PR team”; “Boat rental, he seems really into boats”; or babysitting, both humans and pets.

MANDEL RESPONDS: “I could see that,” he says of Mike as an ineffective but well-liked high school teacher. As for the other options: “He owned a boat in the past and then had trouble getting rid of said boat, so I think he would be very happy in the boat world, although I don’t think there’s a lot of money in boat rental,” he says. “He’d love to be a food critic. I think he’d love to go to restaurants and be able to eat, but I’m not quite sure he’d have a lot to say.” His take? “I feel like the real road not taken for him would’ve been like a children’s dentist. I think it would have suited him quite well, and I would have really enjoyed seeing him in one of those dental smock things.”

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DAVID MANDEL ASKS: 8.) Our writing offices were one flight above Rizzoli & Isles. Are you a Rizzoli or an Isles?

ANALYZING THE ANSWERS: So 50 percent had no idea the former TNT series existed. Forty percent said they were a Rizzoli (Angie Harmon’s blue-collar detective character) and 10 percent said they were an Isles (Sasha Alexander’s more polished medical examiner).

MANDEL RESPONDS: “I think that speaks to what’s going on in America, to the anti-intellectualization,” he says. “I think Isles is clearly smarter. She’s a scientist. And I think this is the problem, it started many years ago, which is that people are looking down on elitism and education. They were putting those two things together and thinking that education is bad, and I’m sorry, I think that’s wrong.” On a personal note, Mandel says the Rizzoli & Isles writers were wonderful neighbors. “They sent us something when we won the Emmy. They were very lovely, we miss them, and my mom loved the show,” he says.

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DAVID MANDEL ASKS: 9.) Could Veep exist on a regular TV network?

ANALYZING THE ANSWERS: Please. Ninety-nine percent of fans said no, with most lamenting the would-be loss of the Season 5 episode “C**tgate” and the series’ signature insults. As Erica Macy-Lesperance wrote, “I wouldn’t want Veep to air on a regular network because I don’t want to lose any of Selina’s colorful vocabulary. That’s Washington D.C. for you… District of C**ts!”

MANDEL RESPONDS: “They’re not wrong,” he says. He does like the “intellectual exercise” of imagining how the show could be done without TV-MA language. “But it really is impossible,” he says. “The problem is, I’m happy to get rid of the incidental swearing. We talk a lot about that. Because it’s HBO, and it’s Veep, there’s a tendency for the actors and the writers to just throw in the casual “that f**-king thing” because you can. We police that and try to not have that, so that when you do get a chance to say “f**k” it’s a very special “f**k.”

Does the language make it difficult to choose clips to use at awards shows? On the contrary. “It’s sort of fun,” Mandel says. His favorite experience was when the American Film Institute showed clips from the 10 series it was honoring and, alphabetically, Veep came last. “So the other nine, most of them were dramas. There were a couple of comedies: Atlanta was in there, I think Better Call Saul had a very funny clip, because they’re a comedy-drama kind of a thing. And you got to us, and it was the clip of Selina yelling at Penny Nickerson from ‘Congressional Ball,’ and she just tears into her and her dress, and how she’s gonna shake her district like a nanny from South America, and up her husband’s ass with cancer, all this stuff. It just was so stunning to hear the language in this giant ballroom at the Four Seasons. People started laughing, and then it just started that kind of rolling laughter, because you’d watched nine shows of very clean, normal clips, and then all of a sudden Julia just called down hellfire. And it was very funny, too, because there was no next clip. They were switching over to the movie side, so the lights came up, and there was no one saying like, ‘And now we’ll go over here.’ They were taking a pause, and the pause allowed the laughter to keep rolling, and people kind of stared back at us. It was kinda great.”

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DAVID MANDEL ASKS: 10.) In the Age of Trump, are you less interested in watching a show written by Jewish writers?

ANALYZING THE ANSWERS: We all know attempts at sarcasm don’t always translate well in print. But it was nice to see Veep‘s international fanbase come out to play: “I’m European, and Europe has a wonderful history regarding our attitude towards Jews,” wrote Viktor, who’s from Croatia. “Hahahaha,” Brazilian fan Luiz Guilherme Romagnoli laughed. “I only would be less interested if Trump was the writer. (Luckily I’m not American, then I don’t have to live under Trump direction.)”

MANDEL RESPONDS: “It’s interesting. The international opinion on Trump is quite clear, so I think they are fascinated by [what’s happening], and horrified, much like a lot of Americans. They are looking to Veep for a little bit of comedy, because he makes them so nervous,” he says.

Mandel has stated many times how grateful he is that the writers decided Selina would lose the election and not be in the White House in Season 6. “I don’t think we can compete. The joke I always say is, we would sit around trying to think of the stupidest, dumbest thing a president or his staff could do… and they kind of outdo that on a daily basis.”

Yes, he enjoyed seeing people turn real Trump team gaffes into Veep closing-credits sequences like the executive order one above or Sean Spicer’s infamous Hitler remarks below.

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“It was fantastic. I loved it, because it was obviously a salute to the show, but by the way, was also proving my point,” Mandel says. “Even though I think Selina is a little bit anti-Semitic, she’s not nearly as anti-Semitic as the entire Trump administration, so it’s hard to compete.”

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DAVID MANDEL ASKS: 11.) What stories would you like to see next season? Please provide a detailed outline with jokes.

ANALYZING THE ANSWERS: While multiple fans would enjoy seeing Gary sleep with a Russian spy (“Oh lord,” Mandel says), Cecille had another idea for him: “Gary actually quitting or getting fired from his post? Just because I’d like to see how the two will function without each other and see who suffers the most. I just want to determine who really is the ‘human crutch’ in their relationship.” Another popular suggestion: Jonah ends up running for president — either opposing Selina or with her help. Ethan has it all thought out:

Jonah, given his cancer scare and his ability to relate to the American people (because we’re all Jonahs, really), becomes one of the rising stars within the party and easily wins re-election in the midterms. Party leaders, looking for someone to beat the popular Laura Montez, turn to Jonah to run for President and throw their support behind him. Selina, bitter with Doyle after the debacle in Season 5, begins grooming Jonah to run under the condition that he appoints her Secretary of State, and in return, she’ll finance his campaign. The whole team (reluctantly) returns to work for Jonah’s campaign. In the primaries, Jonah’s run mirrors Selina’s initial run: he starts out popular, but ends up losing to DANNY CHUNG. Chung asks Jonah to be his running mate, and he accepts. The Chung/Ryan ticket goes on to win the election, and they take office. However, proof begins to surface that Chung was actually born overseas (in like Brazil or something unexpected) and he is thrown out of office. Jonah then ascends to the presidency Considering Chung made all the cabinet appointments, there are no new spots for Jonah to offer Selina, except for one newly vacant spot: the vice presidency.

MANDEL RESPONDS: As far as Gary and Selina parting ways, “We think about that. Not exactly that story per se, but just the notion of ‘Gary on his own,'” he says. “I’m just not sure either of them has the ability to get to that step. Before he walked out the door with his box, he would be back working with her. I’m just not sure it’s feasible for either of them to leave each other.” And while Selina has already expressed interest in running for President again (an idea that Ben, mercifully, shot down in the Season 6 premiere), is Mandel rushing to get her back to Washington? “Not really,” he says. “I feel like the sun has set on her career.”

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DAVID MANDEL ASKS: 12.) Do you want to know what happened on Labor Day?

ANALYZING THE ANSWERS: Yes, 85 percent of people said they’d like to know what Gary and Selina were referring to in Season 4’s legendary “East Wing” blowup when he yelled, “Can you find somebody else who did what I did?” and she responded, “You mean on Labor Day? ” About half of those people, without provocation, also added that they’d like to know what was in the trash bag that Selina made Gary retrieve in Season 2’s “Shutdown.” The 15 percent who said no to a Labor Day reveal feel as Eman does: “Some things are more beautiful when left unexplained.”

MANDEL RESPONDS: “I didn’t know the trash bag was on their minds quite as much, but that’s fascinating. I kind of love that. But I also sort of agree [with Eman]: With Labor Day, at some point you worry that there’s no answer that would satisfy anybody,” he says. “But I kinda like the idea of finding out more, so we’ll see what happens.”

DAVID MANDEL ASKS: 13.) What do you think happened?

ANALYZING THE ANSWERS/MANDEL RESPONDS: We read him a list of popular theories. Starting with the most obvious…

Gary disposed of a body for her. “I’m just gonna simply say too easy. That they murdered somebody — just too easy,” Mandel says.

Gary and Selina were… intimate. “Not the way they talked about it, no.”

It’s related to Selina’s off-camera miscarriage, revealed in Season 1’s “Full Disclosure.” “It’s hard to imagine it being something that they had already talked about. It just seems like it has to be something we don’t know about at all.”

Gary had to tell Andrew that Selina wanted a divorce, just as he had to tell Ted about their split in that same Season 1 episode. “Oh, that’s interesting. I think it’s worse than that.”

Had Mandel decided what happened? “I don’t have all of it, but there’s a key piece of information that I would love to get in at some point,” he says. “I’m hoping that we’ll get it in this year, but I’m not sure we will. It’s hard to say anything other than that without giving anything away.”

Veep airs Sundays at 10:30 p.m. on HBO.

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Title Sydney Hunter and the Curse of the Mayan Developer COLLECTORVISION Entertainment Games Publisher COLLECTORVISION Entertainment Games Release Date September 12th, 2019 Genre Retro platformer Platform PC, PS4, Nintendo Switch, Xbox One Age Rating E for Everyone 10+ – Fantasy Violence, Mild Blood Official Website

Given my predilection towards retro fare, it probably should be no surprise that I ended up reviewing Sydney Hunter and the Curse of the Mayan. If anything, it’s a bit more surprising that I didn’t cover it sooner. But I often face a dilemma when I see games inspired by retro classics. Are these new games true to their inspirations, or just a cheap cash in? Sometimes that not knowing will make me wait a long time to evaluate whether or not these new games are worth my price of admission. Thankfully, I recently got an opportunity to cover Sydney Hunter and the Curse of the Mayan, and decided to roll the dice. Keep reading to see if that was a wise decision or not.

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The story starts when our titular character, Sydney Hunter, wanders into a Mayan pyramid. I’d like to say there was some deep meaning or plot relevance to this, but much of the game’s story is almost treated as either an afterthought or joke. He’s just out and about and decides it’s a good idea. To nobody’s surprise, this turns out not to be a good idea, and he finds himself quickly trapped in the pyramid. Worse yet, he discovers that thanks to the antics of the mouthy sun god, Kinich Ahau, and the feathered serpent god, Kukulkan, soon time will be frozen entirely. This is apparently because Kukulkan broke the Maya Haab calendar into several pieces and stole four idols. While the story says there’s only a few days in which Sydney can fix the situation, in-game you actually have as much time as you need. Your goal is to unlock each of the 13 stages by collecting Crystal Skulls littered throughout each stage. They serve as keys of sorts to progress further. While there’s 100 or so you need to reach the end of the game, that doesn’t require finding the total amount of Crystal Skulls. I managed to get the best ending, and I missed out on a half dozen or so carefully hidden ones.

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Besides these, you’ll also find several other artifacts that aid your escape from the pyramid. Many are new weapons, such as a spear you use to hunt aquatic beasts and a crucial long distance boomerang. You’ll also get objects that do stranger things, such as lowering the lava flow to allow you access to the bottom of the pyramid, one that creates disappearing blocks and another that allows you to destroy annoying Skull blocks. Sydney Hunter and the Curse of the Mayan definitely has shades of a Metroidvania, but it’s much more of a classic platformer. You’ll constantly find ways to backtrack to previous stages and find carefully hidden treasures. Most important is a special Skeleton Key artifact you’ll find late in the game, which effectively renders the need to find and use disposable colored keys in each stage moot.

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Often those treasures will be guarded by fierce bosses. Typically I love bosses in any game, and find they can often be the highlight, but here I was somewhat underwhelmed. About a third of the bosses are identical stationary Gatekeepers which just spit streams of fire that instantly kill you if they touch Sydney. I actually enjoyed those more than the deity bosses, which all move and look like lost Robot Masters from Mega Man. Though they all have carefully selected Mayan names, I ended up just referring to them as Leopard Man, Bee Man, etc. Now, you’d think I loved them, since I love Mega Man, but unlike bosses from that series, these deities all suffer from clone syndrome. They all have almost identical attack patterns, with some minor flourishes. Worse, they have a lot of health, and tend to litter the screen with projectiles, as opposed to carefully tuned attack patterns, which made them frustrating. The other third of boss types were just random creatures, and I found them the most interesting. There’s one that’s a giant eel that fires electric bolts at you, and another that’s a malicious stone that tries to crush you. If all the bosses were as distinct as those last examples, the game would have felt much more balanced. As it is, many of them will put your patience to the test, most especially one unique Gatekeeper that fires a rapid stream of blue flames which I thought couldn’t be dodged, and only discovered they could after checking with the developer.

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The basic loop of the game is fun, and I legitimately enjoyed exploring each stage. There’s lots of deadly traps such as spikes, platforms that break apart and statues that spit flames, as well as a variety of minor enemies. There’s things like walking skeletons, Mayan warriors, ethereal ghosts and basic stuff like rats and scorpions. My primary complaint with regard to some enemies is many of them are really, really tiny and incredibly aggressive. One of the worst offenders are beehives which constantly spew tiny bees that rush forwards, and can quickly overwhelm you. Worst, they are often placed so you can’t hit them immediately, and it’s often better to run screaming in terror. Overall though, I found the enemies to be fair enough, and felt they offered a good challenge while I searched for treasure and artifacts.

Speaking of treasure, you will need to pick up a lot of assorted loot as you explore. You can use it in various shops throughout the pyramid to buy items such as restorative elixers, and even permanent upgrades like additional health. You’ll also be able to buy some bird seed from one store, and without going into spoilers, I will say it’s well worth buying all of it. You can just thank me later.

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As far as controls go, Sydney Hunter and the Curse of the Mayan plays pretty well. There’s nothing that fancy, you can just rush about, jump with B and attack foes with A. You can also use the shoulder buttons to both cycle between items in your inventory (using them with X) as well as cycling through your weapons. That’s pretty much it, and I actually admire this simplicity. It makes the game much more about your reflexes and proper timing and less about getting overpowered with upgrades. Sure, I wouldn’t have minded something like a double jump, but it wasn’t strictly necessary. One thing that would have been nice, however, is a mini-map. Some stages are quite large, and involve lots of crisscrossing corridors, and it’s pretty easy to get lost at times. Especially when you’re scouring a stage for the 8th time trying to find that last Crystal Skull or artifact. If nothing else, I would have loved an item that chimes or otherwise indicates when you’re close to a hidden item. That would have done an amazing job of streamlining things. Thankfully, there’s plenty of save statues strewn about stages that will keep you from losing too much progress when you inevitably die.

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Visually, I really liked Sydney Hunter and the Curse of the Mayan. It’s simple, it’s colorful and it has lots of 8-bit personality. The pixel art is pretty on point, and my only complaint was that some of the smaller foes didn’t do a good job of showing off what the game was truly capable of. Well, that and the fact there were so many generic enemies in a game that might have borrowed more exotic ideas from Mayan lore. But that didn’t dispel how much I enjoyed the game’s aesthetic overall. Musically, the game is nice, and has a couple catchy but mostly forgettable tracks. It also has very silly sound effects, which in a way fit the goofy vibe the game seems to be going for. Put together, the game looks and sounds pretty great.

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While I liked a lot about Sydney Hunter and the Curse of the Mayan, there’s a few things that frustrated me. Some of those I have mentioned earlier, such as annoying tiny foes that swarm you and a lack of a mini-map. Another irritation was the fact that when you return to some stages, you’d need to beat the boss all over again, whereas others you didn’t. But perhaps the worst offender is the game’s writing. Now, I can deal with a joke or two, but it goes out of its way to be a clown, which kind of renders the urgency of the plot null and void. Worse was that the game is littered with grammatical errors and typos. When you consider that most every character you talk to will be a chatterbox, that makes things a bit problematic. I don’t like being super critical, but any game just comes across as less polished and well put together when showcasing these easily fixable issues. Not to say I didn’t enjoy the game, but these kept the game from a brighter evaluation.

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In the end, I probably spent a good 7 or 8 hours playing Sydney Hunter and the Curse of the Mayan for review, and mostly enjoyed my time. Though I’m not familiar with the previous game, Sydney Hunter and the Caverns of Death, I felt this was a mostly faithful retro romp. Sure it had its share of problems, but none of them kept me from having a good time. They just irritated me in the interim. But if you like games inspired by the classics (this one definitely took notes from Castlevania, Mega Man, and even more recent stuff like La-Mulana and 1001 Spikes), you should probably pick this game up. For only $19.99, it’s hard to say no if you’re a retro game fan.

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