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alovecraft · 4 days ago

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This turned out...longer than I had intended so I'm going to put everything under a cut to save some space.

TLDR: thought experiment on what else you could do with the idea of a book blanket and how I'm thinking on it.

So, a few weeks ago (? maybe?) I ran across this video on instagram that was more of a reaction of another video. Someone had mentioned that instead of doing a temperature blanket, you could do a book blanket. The video I came across was where someone was basically like "yes, good idea" and held up a book and a granny square where they'd based the colours picked on the cover of the book. I thought it was pretty neat.

Eventually, a few days later or whatever, I ran across the original video, where the person muses about why not. Why not make a book blanket instead of a temperature blanket?

From what I gather, a temperature blanket is one of those...bizarre fiber art pieces that worms its way into the "I could make that" thought process and sits there until the person thinks it's a great idea and begins the attempt.

Up until now, I have never wanted to make a temperature blanket. Because I know me: I am easily distracted.

And it seems like...such a weird thing to take on.

But, I get it. You do you. You make what makes you happy.

Anywho.

The idea of a book blanket has been festering for a little while and I thought it would be kinda cool to see like how I could go about it. Like, yeah, I read a lot in my kindle app (Jamie has basically taken over the tablet so he can use the kindle app on that because the words are larger) and while we have...so. many. books. in this house, sometimes it really is just easier to read in digital format. And sometimes it's easier for us to find our digital copy of the book we're looking for to find the quote (or author or whatever) than hunt through the bedroom, living room, dog room, basement, garage, or pantry to find the book we're telling the other about.

And then I started thinking about other things.

Like: I read a lot of fanfic. I could do a fic blanket. I have tumblr set up to where I can check my likes if I didn't reblog a thing because, let's be honest, I am not the best, most in tune person when it comes to remembering to reblog things. Half of the time I don't even remember to reblog things for myself to look at later. Object permanence is not just for items behind the cabinet door--it is for all things in my life and being a burned out gremlin trying to regain some sort of semblance of life does not help.

So yeah, a fic blanket.

And then I find myself wondering like what would I do for colours? If I stick with a two-colour theme, that would probably help.

. What would Sambucky be? Red and Grey? or Red and Black? . Winterhawk would be what? Purple and...grey? black? . Clintasha is easy: Red and Purple . Clint/Coulson is easy: Black and Purple . But then you get into the: what about the weird Hawkeye/Deadpool fic that pops up randomly? Would that be one of the ones that have to be a three-colour piece? Like red, pink, and purple since clintasha is red and purple? . What about Stucky? Stucky could be red and grey, but then that means sambucky would have to be red and black. Would they be the same shade of red? . Then you have Stony. That's red and red . Or Winteriron, which brings us back to the red and grey theme, so that would make it red, "gold," and grey (gold being that weird dandelion yellow I've got that's more of a Bruins yellow gold) . And the Reader or Y/N or You inserts. Like what colour do I use for the reader-insert fics? I could use the same colour for all of them, but what colour would I use (what colour do I have?) Would it be like one of the weird ombre yarns I have? I don't want to use white because, honestly, I don't think I have white yarn at all in my...12 or so totes of yarn. Do I use my favorite colour (whatever colour that happens to be when I make the colour key)

And then the NHL fic would be easy to do: whatever colours are used for the team. Since I really only read like...Stars and Kraken for whatever reason, that's...Green and black or silver and Teal and white. Boom, there you go. Easy peasy...easy if I have white yarn (do I have white yarn? do I need to get white yarn?). But, if I really wanted to nerd out, I could go onto one of the colour wheel websites that has the exact hexcode (is it hexcode? I don't remember. it's been a long time since did all that stuff) of the colours for each team.

And then that made me think about: what about short stories? I read short stories. What would I do for short stories? Would they be added to the book one or would they be their own little thing? Like...would there be a set colour code for short stories themselves or would I go by vibe of the story?

For instance, the "humans are space orcs" thing, would I go with a black or grey and...mustard yellow because I am a huge dork and immediately think of star trek and how cool Geordi La Forge was. Or like, "The Night Wire" by H F Arnold, would I do green? Like the brightest green I can find in my stash? Or the closest green I can find to the colour of those old library desk lamps, whatever they're called. The super cool ones that offices had in days gone past.

And then you get to like...what about "The Showers" by Dylan Sindelar (at least, I think that's who wrote it. a quick google search leads me to a reddit post that just deep dives into the whole feels of the story. Normally I just pull up Otis Jiry's narration of the tale). Or "Search and Rescue Stories" by...R Brauer (according to the NoSleep Podcast website, that's who wrote it so that's what I'm going by.). Like, what colourations would I do for these? It's not like it's easy, like "The King in: Yellow" (not the Robert W Chambers story, this one is a continuation of the idea and it was in a book of short stories and I came across the audio version and it was wonderful and bizarre and I have not found the device it was loaded on to in years and it is driving me up the wall because I cannot remember the author for anything). Or what about any of the M R James stories that I come across or re read or re listen to, which will happen so I don't even have to think on the "what if I do" thing, because it's M R James and I enjoy "Number 13" and "Rats" and many others.

But yeah, I don't know. It's gone from a fun idea to a weird thought experiment to a realization that I really need a plan to figuring out how I'd actually do it all. I'm still on 5 finished books so far for the year with 4 that I've started (that I'm aware of), plus 5 or 6 audiobooks that I've finished (they'd be going into the book file), with a sprinkling of short stories and a heapload of fanfic.

My goal is to write out everything I've finished (author, title) and set it up so it's easy to find. Books have a 2-3 colour notation for what they'll be with the author and title. Short stories would be a bit harder, but still a 2 colour variation. Fics would be a 2-colour deal with the occasional 3 colours depending on who it is.

While I do read a lot of the same ship in fic, I also do have a tendency to go back and read from past fandoms or check out other things, so it's all up in the air.

Or this could be a normal "all talk no do" where I just brain dump everyhing and then never actually do the thing I want to do. I don't know. We'll see. But, for now, I want to make some hot chocolate and veg out a little more before Jamie inevitably barges in demanding we do something outside in the cold, wet, morning day in order To Get Things Done.

#pc post #lol #thoughts #brain dump #yarn ideas #plotting and planning #am reading #am plotting #ideas #craft ideas #i don't know

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sparkbeast20 · 3 years ago

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Hiding on Valentines day with a Chihuahua (Luke and MC)

Summary: Knowing that 11 full grown men/demons/angel are going to asks you out on valentines day, you decided making them play hide and seek with you the only one knows. All the while you spend time with Luke.

Note: My writing block for the events is hitting me hard for the last week So I have a hard time doing any of them.

But I want to write something on Valentines but with a twist.

Also this is kinda a silly little brother and sibling bonding with Luke and MC. Like instead of going on a date with you're S/O, you go with you're family members. A platonic date on Valentines

Warning: Swearing, and A little angst then comfort. No proofread.

"MC are you sure that this is okay?" Luke ask, as we walk into Devil coast. "I mean.... this place is number one spot for couples today. I don't this is the best place for us to have fun..." He trails off as he looks down trying his best to hide his worry. You can understand his worry, this day isn't fun for him since all he can do is just stay at home and bake while Simeon, Solomon, and even Barbatos try to take you out on a date.

But you want to change that.

At first you just want to mess with the guys and hide from them before any of them asks you to be their Valentine. But once you saw Luke at RAD with a biggest frown on his face. You know that you can help him out and let him be you valentine for this year. But in a platonic date.

You did it with your parents and siblings when you are in a bad mood on valentines day. And the way they cheer you up is taking you out and having a family date.

"I'm sure, they don't the right to keep us out, just because the place is filled with couples. This day is just you and me having have in an amusement park." You ruffle his hair, with him huffing, which just make you chuckle. "Now, what should we ride first?"

Once you stop ruffing his hair, Luke look in the park and notice the marry go round with angelic design as the theme.

Something with in Luke made him draw to it.

Like an excited child, he grab you hand and drag you towards the ride. Starting you fun day with Luke.

Meanwhile, at the House of Lamentation

Mammon, got dress into a classy black and yellow suit with golden feather broch on it. Then looks at the mirror and smirk, ready to go to your room to drag you to a romantic date with him.

As he walks down the hall towards your room, he stop dead in his track on see a line at your door, with five of his brothers standing with mixture of annoyed, blushing and smug look on their faces. with various gifts in their arms.

Satan is in the front of the line wearing a green suit, Levi wearing a purple and orange suit, Asmo in a pink and white suit and Beel wearing red suit without the coat.

Satan was the first one to notice Mammon's presences, as his sight on the second born. The fourth smirk and shook his head in amusement, in which Mammon grunts "Oi what with the smirk Satan!"

Both Levi and Asmo looks over to Mammon, and both start to snicker with hands covering their mouth.

Then Beel looks over to Mammon with drool staring to leak from his mouth, trying his best not to eat the chocolate gift he has for you. "You look great Mammon, where are you going?"

"Eh -wh-What! I'm here to take MC out for Valentines!" Mammon quickly pulls out two tickets for movie from his pocket showing it to his brothers.

And as cue. All of them expect for Belphie pulls out various pair of tickets for all different events. While Belphie who is wearing a blue and purple suit using a giant devil cat plushie as a pillow safe to assume that's his gift for you.

"Face it Mammon. You're too late, MC hasn't answer any of our text about the date. So all of us decided to go asks them in person. But their door is lock and we assume that their still sleeping."

"Or maybe the others got to them first...." All the brothers whip their head to Levi, who looks down on his give. "I saw Solomon preparing something at RAD, and Lord Diavolo asks to borrow some romcom human movies for "research". And I haven't seen Lucifer all day."

Before any of them can say anything a light shine inside your room and through the gap with the door and the frame.

Mammon didn't wait any longer, he rushes then kick the door down almost taking them of it hingers.

"YOU!!!!!" Mammon angrily points at the person inside the room

Five minutes earlier at RAD

Solomon finally finish setting up one of the classroom into a romantic dinner scene in Paris with illusion making it seem that table is on the Eiffel tower.

Once he's sure with the preparation, he cast a spell on himself. Now his wearing a classic tuxedo. Then he decided to teleport to you.

So, with a couple of chants, he teleported into your room and being to look around but notice that your here.

Then suddenly the door burst open, causing Solomon to quickly turn around to see an angry Mammon, with Asmo confuse seeing him in the room, and the other brothers looking annoyed to see him. As all of them entered the room.

"YOU!!!!" Mammon points at Solomon, who just stayed in calm and collective self.

"Afternoon Mammon, a pleasure seeing you too....."

"Why are you all crowed in MC's room- Solomon!" All the brothers were startle by Lucifer booming voice as he stand by the doorway with his arms crossed. in a red tux. He looks around for you "Where's MC?"

"Wait! their not with you?!?" Levi asks, which Lucifer raise a brow to Levi.

"If they were with me, I won't be here. Would I?"

Levi look away in embarrassment, when a knock is heard from the front door. Lucifer sighs and when to answer it.

Satan huffs, and notice a 11 colored notes on top of the dresser. He walks over, pick up the green note and begin to read it. He groan after seeing what is written on the green note.

"What you got there?" Belphie asks as he and Beel walk over to Satan.

"MC's task for me..... the other notes are all for you...." Satan sighs and processed to walk out the room, passing a confuse Diavolo and annoyed Lucifer.

Belphie quickly grab the purple note, as do Beel with the red note.

Belphie grants, before sighs and walks out like Satan with Beel following behind him.

Mammon blinks to what he just saw and runs towards the dresser, grabbing the yellow note. "Huh!!!! find little D no.2 and asks for the next note!" As he read his task out loud, Both Levi and Asmo grab their notes off the dresser and rushes out the room. With Lucifer and Diavolo just walk in seeing the two leaving.

"Solomon! what a surprise to see you here in MC's room. I thought that you are that RAD doing a special project for day." Diavolo asks with a cheerful smile on his face.

"Ah yes that.... I did finish my project a bit early, but wanting a second opinion on it. So I came here to asks MC for help...."

"What a coincidence! I'm here to asks MC to be my Valentine, but seems that they are one step of all of us." Diavolo chuckles than walks over to the dressers and pick the black note with white writing. "They seem to give all tasks, and the first one who completes it, just to be their valentines...... Hahaha! they always full of surprises! So you two, I be off." Diavolo quickly rushes out the room, leaving Lucifer and Solomon alone as they look at each other.

Lucifer sighs "This is going to be a long valentine day"

Meanwhile at Devil coast

Luke is enjoying the marry go round. You're just happy seeing him. He reminds you for your little brother back home in the human world.

A child just enjoying himself, without a care in the world.

Sure Luke is much older then you, by hundreds of years. But he's is a kid who try to act like he's much older, but in the progress. He doesn't get to enjoy the little thing, and worrying to much how he be see in others.

For today, you want Luke to kid for a day and not an angel.

Once the ride stop, Luke hop off the it and rushes to you.

"MC! that was fun! I almost gotten dizzy halfway, but it was still fun though."

"I'm sure you did. So, where next?"

"Oh! the bumper cars!"

You chuckle, "Okay, let go. Just to remind you. I'm not going let you beat me."

"Bring it on!"

Meanwhile Downtown

Mammon, Satan, Asmo, and Diavolo are in town looking around for little d no.5 who has a yellow, green, pink, and black ribbon tied on his horns

"Lord Diavolo, how did MC get the little d's to help them with this?" Asmo ask.

"I told them that MC can ask them for help them at anytime"

"Isn't Barbatos is against that?" Satan chime in as he spots little d no 5 and 6 walking down the side walk.

"Nonsense, Barbatos welcomes anything that disturt the little d's"

"Sh! kept it down, he'll hear us coming!" Mammon tries to hide in the shadow.

"This will be easy Mammon, don't waste what remining brain cell you have on catching no. 5-"

"Bye-bye you four" no. 5 cuts off Satan, as he and no. 6 ride a mini air balloon, and wave to Satan and Diavolo who are just look at them in shock, while Mammon and Asmo didn't waste anytime and shifted into their demon form and flew after them.

"Apologist Satan, but this is at your disadvantage" Diavolo shift and follow suit, leaving Satan on the ground.

"You are a cruel human, MC"

Meanwhile at the Woods near the House of Lamentation

As both Barbatos and Simeon manage to catch up with the others, they stand stunned at what they are witnessing right in front of them.

Lucifer laughing, Levi and Belphie tangle up in ropes while dangle up in the three as Beel trying to champ on them heads. And Solomon is staring up in the sky sobbing as he cries out Felicia.

"It seem that we have the same, task.... But this happened?"

"Simeon, you didn't read all what is written"

Simeon look over to Barbatos, before looking back to his note.

And its written, gather rare plants and have Solomon cook it into a simple salad then eat it, make sure Solomon follows the instruction.

"MC might be punishing us."

"Oh, Simeon. How's Luke? When I saw him at RAD, he seem to be under the weather"

"Oh that! Luke always feels homesick during this time of the year. He and the other younger angels usually play around with no trouble from their duty. They even go to the human world for a field day. hence the cupid theme with Valentines. Some young ones get too exited and show their wings to humans for a second before an older angel jump in"

"That's interesting. I have heard Luke talk about Michael and Celestial realm. But I never heard him mention about other angels around his age."

"Luke, would rather not mention them since he trying to be more mature and put on a tough face"

"I see"

Back at Devil Coast

"I almost got it- Yeah!" Luke manage to get five rings on the bottle.

"You did it!" Luke look up you and smiles, which just warm your heart.

"Okay kid, which plushie you want. Remember only the middle row." Luke look back to the prizes. And see a sort of midsize plushies. But he is eyeing the purple lamb plushie with wings.

He points and the demon who is operating the ring toss. Grab the plushie and hand it to Luke.

After that you two head to the nearest bench, and you told Luke that your grabbing you two a drink and that he sit tight.

Luke nodded, you smile and pat his head before leaving to buy some drinks.

While waiting, Luke look around and saw a group of young demons running around having a good time.

Luke cling on to the plushies and bury his face on it back. As he start to tear up.

Once you came back with two drinks in hand, you saw Luke with his face hidden in the plushie.

"Luke... are you okay?"

He sniffle, move his head up and start wiping his tear with his arm. "I'm fine, just saw something that bring back memories" You know that there's something else bothering him. So you decided to take him somewhere that the two of you can talk in private.

"Say Luke, how about the Ferris wheel." As you said it, you offer your hand to him. He nodded before grab it. Than you two head to the ride.

Once your cart is on the very top, and stop. You we're the first to spoke. "Luke, you know that I can tell something is bothering you." He look out to the distance, avoiding eye contact. But he mutters.

"I-I miss home...." he cling tightly to the plush, while still looking to the distance before looking up to the sky. "I miss my friends.... I know me being part of this program, will help angels and demons to get along..... But why can't Michael and Simeon choice a different angel for this. I don't regret being here. Its just.... I hate being the only one here younger. And they don't treat me like I'm the same with Simeon. Even Simeon treats me like a kid. I hate it! I hate that I have to act more mature and still made for it!" His voice start to crack and as tears fall from his eyes. You quickly move, kneel in front of him and wrap your arms around him. Luke's eyes widen by your action.

"Luke... its okay to feel homesick, I feel the same way at times. And I get that you miss being with angel around your age. There is nothing wrong with that you being a kid. Heck enjoy it, We'll still love you no matter how you act, Mature Luke or Kid Luke. You're still our angel." You felt arms wrap around your torso and hold you tight.

"Thanks MC.... Thanks for being with me today."

"Anything for you Luke, as long your happy. Than I'm happy"

You two stayed like that for five mins, as the Ferris wheel slowly moves.

After three hours at the front of the House of Lamentation

You are carrying Luke, with his head and arms on your shoulders, with your arms supporting his weight, as you two head to the front door.

Once there, you maneuver one of you arms to reach for your keys in your pocket. When the door gently open to reveal a tried Solomon.

"Hey~ Thanks for open the door for me" you smile at him while ignoring the sour expression his giving you. Then you just walk in passing him.

"MC where have you been?" he asks.

"On a bonding date with Luke. He was my Valentine for this year." You didn't even look back at him or see the other men, pass out in the common room wearing destroyed suits and tuxes. "Oh and tell Simeon, that Luke is sleeping over for the night." with that you head to your room to tuck Luke in your bed, before heading back to the common you and collops on the couch next to Mammon and Simeon.

Then Mammon grab your wrist. "You own us, a Valentine's day." You sigh and place a hand on his cheek.

"Give me a hour of sleep, after that we can enjoy our adult valentine."

He smirk, before drifted to a nap. He'll be the first one to wake you up.

You do own him and the others that. After you put them to hell for a wild goose chase.

It was all worth, just to give Luke a day to be a kid.

Its still Valentines here!!

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me barbatos #obey me luke #obey me shall we date #obey me mc

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redleavesinthewind · 3 years ago

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hii, thanks for the tag @blue-eyed-cutiepatootie <3

rules: answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to get to know better.

name: elliot

star sign: pisces

height: 165 cm

time: 11:30 am cet

birthday: 6th march

favourite bands/artists: ugh it changes all the time…. at the moment it’s fleetwood mac (though they’re kinda always up there), florence + the machine, the oh hellos, avatar, bear mccreary, barns courtney, john powell

last movie: i’m not a movie person, so i genuinely have no idea what the last thing is i watched. but i think it was ella enchanted

last show: i’m currently watching so many things at once it’s not even funny. rewatch of merlin (s1), black sails (s4), stranger things (s2) and i’ve started first kill

when did i create this blog: this one specifically? i genuinely don’t remember and i also don’t know how to check tbh

what i post: so much fandom stuff. sometimes i throw my writing in the mix. i also complain about uni a lot

last thing i googled: 33 degrees c to f because it’s fucking hot here and i got curious if this would get us into the 100s in fahrenheit (it doesn’t, it’s like 94)

other blogs: not really. i had a ted lasso sideblog but i barely use it, i prefer to stuff all my obsessions into one very chaotic and overfilled blog

do i get asks: sometimes! it’s mostly when i rb ask games, but sometimes i get some randomly. anyway, asks is one sure way of making me smile, my inbox is always open

following: 325. there was a time i tried to limit that number, but i’m in too many fandoms for that tbh

average hours of sleep: 7 or 8

instruments: learned to play the flute when i was a kid but hated it, so i switched over to piano. i haven’t actually played in a long time, but songs i was able to play include house of rising sun and nights in white satin

what i’m wearing: black joggers with my uni’s dance society’s logo on, a black stranger things shirt that my mom got me, my glasses (purple rims) and a purple bracelet/band that was a ticket to a party event a few days ago

dream job: i kinda just want to vibe and live in a house with my friends and write sometimes and raise a few children isn’t that enough?

dream trip: well it was the highlands, but i’ve been there, so now it’s norway

nationality: luxembourgish

favourite song: you want me to choose?? anyway, the chain by fleetwood mac, herzalarm by blümchen, the black sails theme, sinners by barns courtney, the only murders in the building intro, fast car by tracy chapman, talk by hozier, no light no light by florence + the machine, pompeii by bastille, caesar by the oh hellos, i could go on

last book i’ve read: solitaire by alice oseman

top 3 fictional universes i’d like to live in: hmmm this is hard actually…. the pjo universe maybe. there are monsters but who doesn’t wanna be a demigod, really. also whatever the umbrella academy universe has going on (when the world is not ending of course). it’s just kinda weird on its own already, i’m intrigued

okayy, that’s it! no pressure to the people i’m tagging <3

@kafkaguy @oliverbanks @romasubrosa @cardsharps @scoobydoo-ghoulschool @emeraldcas @marlborocas @faithdeans and whoever else wants to (i know i should have tagged more people but i had barely any sleep and my mind is empty of people i know)

#tag fun #pigeon coos

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bronwiebear-brad · 3 years ago

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Somebody to you - 1/3.

Warnings: this fictional story will include mature content, language, and themes including but not limited to violence and nsfw content. Storie line before covid. The male lead bears no likeness to the real Brad Simpson apart from PHYSICAL APPEARANCE. Please if you’re not confortable with this type of content, do NOT read. You were advised.

A/N: this is my first time writing stuff this big, sorry in advance if you find any mistake and thank you for supporting. Also this was supposed to leave early but tumblr wasn't posting, so sorry for that. Lots of love x.

Wet curls staining the pillow on your lap, as your fingers delicately undid the knots. The television was muted and the only audible sound in the appartment was the calm breaths that came out of his mouth, peacefully sleeping. The small cuts over his eyebrow and nose caught your attention as they started to turn purple. Your mind running along the possible scenarios you've heard from him about what really happened to leave him in this state all beaten up. They were playing over and over again, leaving you awake and wondering what you got yourself into.

The day you moved into your apartment you knew life would change for the best. Third year of college and you've managed to find a nice paid internship. Sure it wasn't the ultimate dream job but helped you paid your bills and live a pretty decent city life out of that crowded university dorm. You got your three girl friends helping you with the boxes the next days in exchange of paid dinner and wine and the night was spent with gossiping and laughing. Not until your friend Jo got glued to the front door of the apartment on her way to get the pizzas, peering through the monocle as she stood on her toes. The rest of the group, Steph and Lizzie, tryed to peek tru the same hole bumping on each other and arguing to be the first to watch the pretty heated make out session in the hallway.

"Oh that must be my next door neighbour. Brad." You simple said walking back into the living room that was also the kitchen and your work space, since the house was not that big. The three girls following you intrigued and excited to know more about the misterious boy who was literally eating some girl face agaisnt his front door.

"Just my next door neighbour?" Steph asked taking her previous spot at the couch.

"He's ...exciting." Jo was the most interested about the boy asking you more details. The other girls gasp excited sitting on the floor ready to listen more about this guy.

"I know his name because the girls he brings home almost everynight shout pretty loud. Just in luck his bedroom is in the oposite wall of my bed." You explained rolling your eyes and the face of the three girls lit up, giggling and begging for more gossip. You’ve met him a few times when he held the front door only exchanging Good Mornins or Good Nights in that thick accent of his that you couldn’t figure out yet. Little they knew that later that night after everyone went home and you stood on the couch trying to get some work done on your computer and got disturbed by loud music and people talking that you got the courage to actually knock on his door.

“Are you the stripper?”“ A blonde guy with short hair opened the door. He looked at you from head to toe leaving you unconfortable and frowned, a plastic cup on his hand. “Kinda basic if you ask me but you’re cute” He said to someone else inside the house and a few guys laughed. Your cheeks turned red and you tought about aborting the mission.

“I’m not a stripper.” You told him quietly and he laughed loud making you cringe. You weren’t sure anymore if this was a good idea but it was late now. “I’m searching for Brad, please.”

“Go find him.” The boy rolled his eyes and disapeared out of your sight. He left the front door open and you took your chance to come in. The music got louder and you were pretty sure the neighbours would soon complain. The smell of cigarettes and alcohol made you crunch your nose and besides the people dancing, talking and playing poker by the dinner table, you notice a few smoking some weird stuff. That place look like a frat house and you really wanted to leave as soon as possible.

You noticed him when you got into the kitchen were he was preparing some drinks. His eyes never left his task. You took a change to have a propper look at him and see what the girls were so fuss about. His hair was nicely brushed back and he was wearing some black jeans and a clean white tshirt. His hands worked on the glasses making you notice his rings and how muscular he was. He wasnt that much fit but his body had a nice shape. His cheeks were rosy and the way he trapped his bottom lip between his teeth concentrated made you realise that he was pretty. He was actually very handsome.

“Are you going to talk or what?” He sounded playfull and sarcastic. When you look at his face after jumping on your spot he was looking directly to you, smiling.

“Hm y-yeah. I-”. You tried to talk but got embarassed for being caught checking him out. Your cheeks started to blush and you hated yourself for that. You were suposed to act mad and cold to complain about the noise that was disturbing your work session.

“Nice pants.” He laughed pointing at your pijama pants. You blushed even more and condemned yourself for not exchanging clothes before leaving the house. When your eyes crossed again you were about to explode. His glance was so intense that he left you with a cold sensation on your belly. Also the wine you took previously was starting to leave your system and the courage too.

“Thanks.” You displayed a small smile and he blinked at you.

“Anytime. Did you come for the party?” He asked before taking a shot. Your eyes followed his moves and how he placed the glass carefuly back on the table. “Here, have one shot.". He offered you a glass and you were ready to refuse.

“ No and no. I’m here because of the noise actually.” You said bitting your cheek and expecting him to brust out. Instead he just smiled widely and took the shot he held in his hand.

“Of course." He said sarcastically after passing by you and leaving you alone in the kitchen. You stood there a few seconds in disbelief. Is this guy for real? You tought to yourself.

“What-what do you mean?” You followed him as he passed thru the people and handed them the shots.

“I mean of course you’re here for the noise.” He didn’t bother looking at you.

“So you’re aware you’re bothering other people” You said frowning. This guy was an assole after all. Predictable. He stop walking and turned to you, smirking.

“Darling, don’t you like to listen good music?” He asked closer to you, due to music.The nickname caught you by surprise.

“Yeah but-” You tried to explain but he interrupted.

“So you’re welcome” He laughed. His breatth tickling your ear. “Now, have a shot. Please, cortesy of the house.” He grabbed your hand and made you grab the last shot. His hand was still touching yours as you got lost in his boyish smile. Skin on fire and your heartbeat raced as you notice a good song playing in the background.

“On three, let’s go.” He started to count, a bottle of beer on his hand that he grabbed from the table while he made eye contact with you. You didn’t knew what got into you because when the count got to an end you took the shot. The green liquid burning your troat and making you frown and cough hard. “Easy, easy take a sip. It’ll ease the burn.” He offered his own beer, raising himself the bottle for you to drink while one hand caressed smothly your back. Your eyes lock on his and he smiled at your red cheeks.

“Thank you.” You said bitting your lip. This was all so overwhelming and new that you got embarrassed. “I should get going.” You pointed to the door and got ready to leave.

“I’m (y/n).” You shook his hand and for a minute you both stood in the middle of the living room in silence, skins touching.

“Wait.” He prevented you from leaving. “I don’t think I know your name. I’m Brad.” He raised an eyebrow and offered his hand to shake. You look at his hand on the air and his face. Should you grab his hand again? You were still recovering from the interaction that happen seconds ago.

Oh fuck it.

It was hard to leave after that but it felt like you ran your way into your apartment. Locking the door behind you and leaning agaisnt it with a goofly smile recovering.

“So, I’ll see you around, darling.” He said smiling and squeezing your hand slighly.

That nickname again...

The bloody and wounded lower lip, which had begun to swell, contrasted the shape of the curves of his smile. He should smile more. You tought getting a memory of him smiling directly at you in a previous occasion. The smell of soap from the clean clothes you gave him to change invaded your senses and made you get out of the couch carefully not to wake him. The mess on the bathroom floor caught your attention and since sleep had long been interrupted you decided to clean it up.

As you rub the little drops of blood from the floor tiles you couldn't stop reliving the previous events. The more it went on inside your brain the intensity of the rubbing increased...

A big tud came from the front door. Someone knocking violently and desperately. Making your immediately wake up and get up from the bed..

“It's me, open up!". You heard your name being called behind the door. The familiar voice made you open the door in a glance. A tall boy with a mix blond-pink dyed hair and a pierced nose looked surprised that you really opened the door at such hours. It was a long time since the last time you saw him, he sure was diferent. Not leaving you time to ask what he was doing or what was happening he talked frenetic. "It's Brad. He's...". His expression changed intensively and that scared you, even more than before. "He just wants to see you. Keeps saying your name over and over. So I brought him here. I know he doesn't live here anymore but he insisted." He pointed to the stairs and you notice the shade of someone sitting on them. "I hope you don’t mind. I know what happened between you two but". You dind’t had time to process what was happening but he kept explaining. "He's pretty hammered. It's bad." Tris indicated as soon as you passed the front door and headed the familiar shape. Him following you closely.

This wasn't the first time you took care of drunken Brad. A few times during your somehow relation and after heated arguments when he showed up at your door begging and causing a scene. So this wasn't new. You tought to yourself getting angry.

Grunts of pain and curses could be heard in the hall and when you came across the scene your heart sank. There he was sitting on the floor leaning against the wall and clinging to the right side of his ribs. His white shirt stained with drops of blood that you didn’t know if it was his or from others. An almost empty bottle was placed on the floor beside him. He looked in bad shape. Dark spots under his eyes and bigger hair. Reminding you that uncountable times when you asked him to let his hair grow and he would just laughed it off saying he liked it short.

"Oh hey beautifull.." He called you as soon as he saw you. His voice was hoarse and shaky and with a hint of surprise that you were really there. Mixed feelings as he looked at your intire body. He still got an effect on you after 2 months.

"What happened Brad?." You asked cold, kneeling down next to his legs to watch the cuts carefully. Your hands were shaking with nervousness and fear but you tried to hide them in your pockets. Your eyes darting to his hands and seeing purple marks on the knots. Indicating what you fear the most, he was fighting again.

“I broke the asshole into fucking pieces!” He said proudly, his voice echoing in the hall. His breath smelled like alcohol and that made you put the pieces together. He was completely drunk to the point where he couldn't even keep his eyes open or walk properly. “The sucker thought he took me for granted.” He kept talking, his voice was angrier remembering the events. “Nobody fucks with Brad.” He grabbed the bottle and brought it to his mouth drinking what was left of it. When he took it out of his mouth he looked at you smirking. “But not you, angel.” The nickname made your stomach turn. “You can fuck me anytime." He started laughing but stopped right away when his ribs started to hurt.

"Alright let's get you inside." You said moving to help him out of the stairs and preventing the neighbors to call the police about the noise since it was 4 am. Tristan helped you by grabing his left arm while you stood on the right. Loud curses left Brad's mouth as he was obligated to move and somehow walk a few meters until your apartment and into the bathroom.

You turned to Tristan who had a serious expression on his face asking what had happened. He seemed quiet and you assumed he was probably drunk too but at least he was controlling it.

“He fucked up”. Tristan gesture you. “We where at Urban’s pub downtown when Marcus came in with his shitty gang. We had a few bottles already and-” He was interrupted by a loud grount from Brad.

“Tris, shut up” Brad warned his friend with a deadly glare.

“Keep going, Tristan.". You demand to the blonde boy and ignoring the brunette. At this point you just wanted to know how he got into this mess. You took a quick glance to the drunken boy who settled himself on the bathroom floor, back into the tub tiles. A thin line of blood coming out of his nose.

“They came out hard, unnoticed, starting to-” Tristan got interrupted again. This time aggressively.

“Shut the fuck up, asshole!” Brad shout from the floor and his angry voice made you jump. How can someone change so fast from giggly drunk to angry in matter of seconds.

“Mate, she needs to know!” Tristan protested. “Look at your fucking state, you probably need to get to the hospital".

“And you need to get the fuck out!” He pointed to the door. "Leave Tris, I don't need you anymore". He demanded and the blonde looked at you searching for an answer. You stood quiet looking at the interaction not knowing what to say. "Just fucking leave already."

“I..I will get first aid it’s... uh it’s in my kitchen.” You weren't ready to be left alone with him. It all becoming to real and scary. Tristan followed you outside and gave you a apologetic smile before heading out. Telling you to call him if you needed anything and apologizing his friend stubborn ass.

Back into the bathroom you knelled down closer to the boy and opened the aid. Nether of you exchanging words as you took out a few dressings and bandages. Him watching you closely as put some scar cleaning into one of the dressings and handed it to him. His fingers brushed yours slightly making you nervous.

"You might need to get to the hospital." You simple said looking at his face.

“No. I don’t.” He grunted as his hand move to his face to clean himself. The strong pain on his side stopped him and made him cry in pain.

"Here." You offered your help as you took the dressing out of his hand and carefully applyied it on his eyebrow. Your face coming closer to his. He was looking at you and licked his lips You could feel his hot breath on your face, intoxicating you and making you more and more nervous.

"Don’t be nervous”. It was surprising that he still managed to know you so damn well. He grabbed your hands and that action made you soften a lil. His eyes were less darker than before.

"Are you going to tell me what happened?" You asked.

"No." His answer made your roll your eyes. Unbelievable this guy was the same after all. “Your hair looks diferent.” He changed the subject but you ignored.

"I’m going to take your shirt off I want to see your ribs. It might be broken." You demand getting far from him. You were starting to get annoyed by the fact he wasn’t helping you to help him.

"How do you know all of this?" He asked curious while you grabbed the end of the tshirt and lifted it slowly. His necklace falling into his tanned chest and your heart softed seing the silver object still on him.

"My cousin made the whole family took a first-aid course when she was pregnant." You explained analizing his right side. “Doesn’t look broken but i’m going to bind it with plasters to relieve your pain and for you to move better.”.

“Thank you, (y/n).” He tried to grab your hand but you were fast enought to move. “Ouch.” He played offended by your reaction.

“I don’t think you’re in the position of acting offended here.” You weren’t making eye contact with him and that pissed him.

“Look I know I fucked up. I fucked up good. I really did. But here you are helping me. That’s got to mean something.” He said an hint of hope in his voice making you stop what you were doing and look at him frowning.

“You came into my work and beat my colleague just because he was texting me.”

“I didn’t beat him.”

“You’ve threaten him. Agressively.”

“That’s not beating.”

“That’s violence.” He stood silent. You knew you had win this one so you continued. “You knew how I felt about you being like that and you ignore it. You didn’t trust me after I told you I didn’t cared. I cared only about you. You were everything.

You could tell he was sobering up slowly. His face changed to regret and hurt. You know that inside his head he was blaming himself.

“Damn it Brad, you show up at my door at 3am all beaten up and looking like a absolute mess. And you still want me to believe that you’ve changed? That this mean something?”.You raised your voice.

He was starting to get angry at himself knowing that every word you were saying were true. So he decided it was better to leave, coming here was wrong. He tried to get up to leave between grunts.

“You’re not going anywhere. I’m not finshed.” He stopped and looked at you as you sat carefully on his legs to prevent him from moving.

“What are y-”

“Shut up Brad, I’m trying to fix you.” You cut his words since the patience was coming to an end and quickly applyed the plasters. Earning a few curses on the way. “Now you’re done. I’m going to make us tea. Meanwhile you should take a shower to sobber up. I’l be waiting for you if you really want to talk.” You were surprise by your audacity to control the situation. Getting up off the floor right after and leaving the bathroom.

He stood there disbelief, enjoying and surprised by this new you.

The one he didn’t knew.

Yet.

#Brad Simpson #brad simpson masterlist #brad simpson imagines #brad simspon imagine #the vamps bradley #bradley will simpson #bradleysimpson #bradley simpson #Bradley #bradleywillsimpson #thevampsbrad #somebodytoyouseries #series #brad series #brad simpson series #bradley simpson series #the vamps series

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popculturebuffet · 4 years ago

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June Review Schedule!

Hello all you happy people. So while I prepare to wrap up my may reviews with A Goofy Movie, I thought i’d be neat to try and show off my schedule for a change. While it is ALWAYS sitting there on my blog it may be hard to see for people on mobile. If this is your first time seeing my blog, my name is Jake and I review cartoons and comics. And this is what I have planned for June!

This month is Pride Month! Like last year I intend to celebrate with a ton of queer content though unlike last year, where I did the Saluna arc of Loud House and the Rednid Arc of OK K.O., this year’s a bit more freeform since I really DON’T have an arc that fits into what slots I have avaliable.

But that dosen’t mean this year’s pride selectoins are any less awesome:We’ve got the start of what will be at LEAST a year long look at one of my faviorite comics of all time (After an attempt to do that for New X-men has kinda fallen through, though I will try and finish that at some point), with Transformers: More than Meets The Eye. It’s Gay Robots, it’s space opera, it’s a bunch of misfit weirdos trying to do good in a cruel universe who happen to be giant robots. it was built for me.

After that we some trips to the Owl House: a trip back to season one for Amity’s gay Panic attacks, then REGULAR COVERAGE of Season 2, with a new review every week except the first week of july, i’m on vaction, and that episode covered the week i get back. If that wasn’t enough for you, next up to bat is The Mask, my faviorite Courage the Cowardly dog episode rife with gay subtext, chiling domestic abuse and a serious examinaton of Eustace and Muriel’s relationship. Following that I have one of two looks at Queer Duck, a 2000′s flash cartoon made by a well meaning straight guy. WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG?

Finally we have two big swings: A look at the first VoxMore episode as purple boy meets cyborg also boy while said cyborg has kidnapped purple boy’s son. And biggest of all a look at the best 12 episodes of one of the best shows of the 2010′s, i’ts my top 12 episodes of She Ra and the Princesses of Power! For the Honor of Greyskull baby!

Queerness isn’t the only thing i’m celebrating this month though as with my boy Donald’s birthday, i’m having another theme week! It’s Donald Duck week! That means a look at two Quack Pack episodes that were bundled together on VHS (God Help me), another shortstacular (and if you want to pick a short for it you have FOUR DAYS LEFT so HIT UP MY PATREON NOW and pledge at least a dollar to pick a short!, a look at Donald and Della’s adventures with Scrooge before the Spear of Selene Incident via the magic of mediocre comics!, a house of mouse episode featuring a black and white duck who likes sammiches, and some classic carl barks to finish us off as Donlad Goes on Vacation.

Other reviews this month including my continued look at the Season 2 arcs of Ducktales, the Danny Phantom episodes that lead to Reign Storm, Green Eggs and Ham and the Life and Times of Scrooge McDuck. In addition to that I finish my look at the Scott Pilgrim comics with his finest hour, and the Ducktales pilot mini treasure of the golden sun with some artcitc adventures and gold fever, dive deep into Final Space with it’s Third Season, and finally celebrate Sonic’s Birthday by making everything archie. So join me for some summer fun won’t you?

5/31 Ducktales: The Outlaw Scrooge McDuck Transformers: More Than Meets The Eye: Liars A To D Danny Phantom: Public Enemies The Owl House: Wing it Like Witches Scott Pilgrim’s Finest Hour Ducktales 87: Cold Duck and Too Much of a Gold Thing 6/6 Quack Pack: Ducks Amuck (Ducky Dearest and All Hands on Deck) Donald Duck Birthday Special 2: Electric Waughaloo Ducktales: Della in Comics House of Mouse: Dennis the Duck Carl Barks: Vacation Time The Owl House: Separate Tides 6/13 Final Space Season 3 Ducktales: Whatever Happened to Della Duck?! Courage the Cowardly Dog: The Mask Queer Duck Top 12 She Ra and the Princesses of Power Episodes The Owl House: Escaping Expulsion 6/20 House of Mouse: Everybody Loves Mickey Top 12 Archie Sonic the Hedgehog Stories Ducktales:The 87 Cent Solution Green Eggs and Ham: Fox Ok KO: We’re Captured The Owl House: Echoes of the Past 6/27 Ducktales: The Golden Spear Queer Duck: The Movie Ducktales: Nothing Can Stop Della Duck! Life and Times: The Dreamtime Duck of Never Never Ducktales: Raiders of the Doomsday Vault!

#ducktales #transformers more than meets the eye #danny phantom #the owl house #scott pilgrim #quack pack #donald duck #house of mouse #carl barks #final space #courage the cowardly dog #queer duck #She Ra and the Princesses of Power #sonic the hedgehog #archie comics #archie sonic #ok ko #voxmore

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stonerfreed · 3 years ago

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@hopingforjustice said: libera me - write a drabble about why your muse is awake at 2 am.

i had a drabble meme somewhere... oh well.

11:49 PM, OCTOBER 31ST, 2011 : HALLOWEEN NIGHT.

romeo hasn’t returned her calls. or even her texts. halloween was supposed to have been a big night for them. she was due to meet his friends that were already in college, according to plans the couple had made two weeks prior. considering the events of this past week, she doesn’t blame him for not being on the ball. she’s not back on it yet herself.

being off the ball is one thing. giving her the cold shoulder when she needs him more than ever is a cruel game to play. she spends the day entrenched in an internal back-and-forth. as the night comes to a close, she decides with defeated finality against crashing the party at romeo’s house and giving his audience the kind of hell only a scorned young lover can dish out.

“hey, mom?” jolyne walks into the living room, emerging from the dark confines of her bedroom after spending the whole day locked inside it.

her mom tears her eyes away from the television, wearing an expression of shock. the woman is still in her witch costume; her purple wig is askew and her makeup is feathery around her lips. it’s been a long night of handing out candy to the neighborhood kids. jolyne stifles a laugh.

“oh my god! i thought you weren’t home, it’s almost midnight! what’s the deal? is romeo running late? did he— if he canceled on you without saying anything again... jojo, i swear, that boy—”

“no, i...” jolyne scrambles for words, engulfed in embarrassment. of course her mom knows what a flake romeo is, no matter how many times jolyne’s brushed it off. “i canceled on him. i didn’t feel like going to a party after all.”

her mom sets aside the bowl of candy in her lap and extends a beckoning hand. “you still feeling sick, honey?”

jolyne’s stomach twists. sick is how she explained away her behavior after coming home on the 28th in a daze, eyes red, unable to steady out the hammering within her chest.

“a little,” jolyne sits beside her mom on the couch and allows the woman to feel her forehead and cheeks. “the plasticky smell of my costume made me wanna spew.”

her mom frowns. jolyne’s temperature isn’t cause for concern, so she shares her pumpkin-themed blanket with her daughter. “i’m sorry. what were you gonna be tonight?”

“sailor moon.”

“aw, that would’ve been cute. hey, maybe you should get some rest. you’ll feel refreshed come morning and—’

“can i hang out with you tonight? please?”

“you want to spend halloween with me?” her mom sounds surprised, but delighted. jolyne’s heart melts. as if there’s anyone else she’d rather spend her favorite holiday with. “just promise not to spew all over my lovely costume.”

“no spewing, i promise! what are you watching?”

“tv land’s doing a munsters marathon. i always preferred this particular band of freaks to the addams family. although, not even i can deny gomez and morticia’s fiery, passionate romance.”

jolyne laughs. “hot couple aside, the addams family are just goths. they’re not even monsters.”

her mom gives an approving gesture with the tv remote. “my thoughts exactly.”

the marathon is never-ending; the constant stream of black-and-white ‘60s sitcom nonsense, along with her mom carding her fingers through her hair, provides a sea of calm for jolyne to be cast away in.

this the first moment of peace she’s found since the car accident. and it’s the longest she’s been able to be around her mom without wanting to die of shame.

suddenly, it’s two in the morning.

the guilt is eating her alive. she’s stuck in an endless loop of hearing the sound that man’s body made when it hit romeo’s car, feeling his form going limp in her arms and the warmth of his blood as it mixed with the humid rain falling on her skin...

“mom?”

“hm? what is it, jojo?” her mom’s voice is painfully soothing and it makes her feel so small. jolyne curls into herself with her head on her mom’s lap, unable to look the woman in the eye. if she does, she’ll burst into tears.

“—i... i’m getting kinda tired. you can keep watching, though.”

“go to sleep. i’ll turn the volume down.”

“thank you. i love you, goodnight.”

“i love you too. happy halloween.”

#tysm jude for sending this ages ago #under read more for length #to be tagged.

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thepettymachine · 5 years ago

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Zodiac Legacy Challenge for the Sims 3

If you’re like me, I like a good legacy challenge with nice themes/aesthetics to place/plan out with each heir with enough wiggle room for creative interpretations. No. Well I’ve always wanted to do a zodiac legacy challenge but could never find the rules for TS3 or most of them were made for TS4. So I guess I thought I would just make one then.

This was all made on a whim but it’s a strong whim. So enjoy the whim. “@” me if you use the rules since I didn’t come up with a tag for this.

Credit:

I like to credit @tainoodles‘s TS4 Astrology Legacy as an inspiration/base for this, as well as many others I’ve found online.

A buttload of astrology sites

@starplumbob and @bravetrait for feedback. Thank you alot!

Without further ado

General Rules:

Finish the goals provided for each sign

You can move onto the next generation when all goals are met or you maintain them until the heir has aged up or both. Up to you.

You can start on any sign but you must go in order afterwards.

If I were to start on Leo, I would have to do Virgo next.

You can select any of the careers provided for the generation.

You don’t have to use all the traits assigned to a sign, but 1-2 are required.

You can use colors for aesthetic purposes/berry purposes, but they are not required.

Generation Aries: The Ram

♈︎ - Is everything a game to you? Well of course it is, you’re an Aries. First sign in the zodiac that also might be banned from playing simopoly. We admire a courageous spirit that knows what it wants, is driven, and is bluntly honest with us but can you let some of us, you know….win?! Not everything has to be a competition. Geez

Aesthetic Color(s): Red Traits: Workaholic, Ambitious, Brave, Hot-Headed Careers: Firefighter, Athlete, Military, Sports Agent

Goals:

Excel and reach the top of their career.

Fall In love and marry their first love fast

Has to do something athletic once a week

Master the athletic and handiness traits

Have them battle someone once a week

Generation Taurus: The Bull

♉︎ - What’s wrong with a little luxury in life. Food, art, sex, and your favorite snuggle blanket made of some high cotton that was not cheap is the lap of luxury for you. You can be really stubborn sometimes but once you set your mind on something, you aren’t changing it. It’s all because you know what’s best for you and nothing else matters. Aesthetic is key but you can also be a little bit greedy with your stuff. Sharing is caring Taurus

Aesthetic Color(s): Earth Tones, Pink Traits: Natural Cook, Loves the Outdoors, Frugal, Hopeless Romantic Careers: Gardner, Cook, Nectar Owner

Goals:

Master the cooking and gardening skills

Be best friends with their future spouse before dating

Learn at least 20 new recipes

Must have twins (can have more children than that)

Have very expensive/luxury items worth more than $500 in your home (it’s all about that aesthetic)

Woohoo with your spouse once a day

Generation Gemini: The Twins

♊︎ - Wow, how does it feel to be a twin. You look every bit like each other except for your dual personalities. Charming and youthful, you both are ahead of the curve as your quick wit and curiosity keeps you moving forward in life. You have alot of skills and talents and love communicating your ideas with others. Just remember where the brakes are at , as some of us can’t keep up. Tough luck you say.

Aesthetic Color(s): Yellow, mint green, Orange, neons Traits: Charismatic, Childish, Genius, Schmoozer Careers: Teacher, Writer, Private Investigator, Magician

Goals:

Both twins have to be heir

Have a very close relationship with your twin

Master 5 skills, including charisma

Spend most of their YA dabbling in different careers before deciding on one in their adult years.

Have multiple lovers before choosing/finding the one

Have to teach their children all of their skills and help them with their homework

Generation Cancer: The Crab

♋︎ - Why so crabby? I’m sorry had to throw that one in there. You tend to be a loyal compassionate creative person who wears their heart on their sleeve. Sometimes that sleeve might be drenched in your tears as you can be considered a little bit moody but we love you Cancer. You sense what a person is feeling and you help them through it. What a great lover and friend you are!

Aesthetic Color(s): Light Blue, Gray, Orange Traits: Nurturing, Family-Oriented, Over-Emotional, Brooding Careers: Sculptor, Daycare Profession, Resort Owner/Bed&Breakfast

Goals:

Sim must have a full relationship bar with their significant other before proposing

Have a lot of handmade items in your home

Have 5 children

Master the sculpting skill

Be best friends with all their children.

Get out of the house once a week

Generation Leo: The Lion

♌︎ - Royalty must be in your blood cause obviously you are the Queen/King and we are all just your royal subjects. With a mighty roar, you demand your spotlight and capture our attention with your spontaneous passionate heart. We follow your lead, my liege. For you will not make us forget it!

Aesthetic Color(s): Gold, Purple Traits: Snob, Brave, Dramatic, Star Quality Careers: CEO, Actor, Singer

Goals:

Live in a mansion/large house with more than 4 bedrooms

Become a five star celebrity

Marry a big time celebrity

Go on a big dates with your lover/spouse at least once a week

New Me each week - go to the spa and change your boring outfit at least once a week

Master the social networking skill

Generation Virgo: The Virgin

♍︎ - The modest stylish Virgo is always the hardest worker that delivers the best because they expect the best. You love to serve others and always pay attention to details with such an organized perfection towards the things you do. But sometimes that perfection creates high expectations of yourself and let’s just say judgement and criticism is not your color.

Aesthetic Color(s): Green, Brown, White Traits: Perfectionist, Perceptive, Neurotic, Neat Careers: Doctor, Journalist, Bookstore clerk

Goals:

Have a part-time job, make straight A’s, and join a club as a teenager

Have a college degree

Spouse must be compatible and must share at least 2-3 traits with them.

Can only have woohoo after marriage

House must be clean all the times (no outside help is allowed)

Must learn something new every week

New Recipe, read a new book, learn a new skill, take a class

Generation Libra: The Scales

♎︎ - You’re a giant balancing act, trying to keep everything fair and just. You love being around all kinds of people and also trying to make the world a better place. As much as you are a great mediator and friend, you’re also a great people pleaser. Please take time out of your day not to be around people and just focus on you.

Aesthetic Color: Green, White Traits: Friendly, Good, Social Butterfly, Party Animal Careers: Architect, Stylist, Musician

Goals:

Get Married to a sim that is complete opposite of you, then divorce them

Remarry a more compatible sim

Have 10 best friends

Host a party once a week

Complete 3 social opportunities each week

Master the guitar, bass, drums, and piano skills

Generation Scorpio: The Scorpion

♏︎ - Ah the mystery of the Scorpio. You have an intimidating front but behind that is an emotional side only certain people are allowed to see. You’re kinda into some dark occultist stuff and you’re also secretive about things. But you’re a passionate lover that can see love as a game of trials. Just a couple of tests to make sure that this is the right person for who you can finally put your guard down around.

Aesthetic Color: Black, Gray, Red Traits: Loner, Daredevil, Irresistible, Inappropriate Careers: Ghost Hunter, Law Enforcement (Forensics/Super Spy), Cemetery,

Goals:

You have a 3 dates policy before asking a sim to be in a relationship with you

Has at least 3 enemies (stop holding grudges)

Become an supernatural/occult sim

Master the martial arts and alchemy skills

Woohoo in 5 different places with your spouse

Do something inappropriate once a week

Generation Sagittarius: The Archer

♐︎ - Sagittarius you love your freedom and the adventures that come with it. You keep choosing the nontraditional path of life because you love to move past your horizons and set your own tradition. You’re brutally honest with everything and can tend to put your own desires above your own needs. As you constantly strive to be independent, you may grow distant from those who care about you the most.

Aesthetic Color: Red, Purple, Blue Traits: Adventurous, Easily-Impressed, Flirty, Animal Lover Careers: Adventurer, Equestrian, Photographer,

Goals:

Max out a visa in one country (if WA is applicable)

Have 20 friends

Have multiple partners throughout their life but only commit once as an adult

Have multiple kids from different partners (one has to be from another country if WA is applicable)

Have a horse, dog, cat, and/or other small animals in the house.

Be apart of all 3 social groups (nerd, jock, rebel)

Generation Capricorn: The Goat

♑︎ - Baaahh, you’re a goat. Smart and hardworking, Capricorn, you have a “get stuff done at the expense of your health and other things for the sake of achievement and financial gain” -breathes in- kind of motto. You’re so focused on reaching the top, you forget about the other things in life. But your disciplined perseverance and patience will reward you later in life.

Aesthetic Color: Black, Gray, White Traits: Workaholic, Unflirty, Computer Whiz, Bot Fan Careers: Inventor, Bot Arena/Bot Builder, Politician

Goals:

You don’t date until you’re an adult

You don’t get married until you reached the highest point in your career

Master the logic skill and a tech skill (inventing, bot building, or advanced technology)

Have more than 25,000 in savings (without cheating)

Have your children be straight A students throughout the childhood/teen years

Generation Aquarius: The Water Bearer

♒︎ - Individualistic Aquarius runs on it’s own beat. You have a strong desire for change and evolution to come to the world which is why you have a strong sense for social justice in order to make the world a better place. You care for others and that care might cause you to create a system of prioritizing them above all other things. While love is always a nice thing, you just don’t like the idea of being dependent on each other, so it would be nice if you don’t have to commit.

Aesthetic Color: Electric/Light Blue, White, Violet, Traits: Rebellious, Eco-Friendly, Avante garde, Commitment Issues Careers: Astronomer, Game Designer, Scientist

Goals:

Master the Street Art skill

Create a Utopia for the future and get a statue in Legacy park.

Have a friends with benefits relationship with your closest friend that results with a child

You never marry

Must live an eco-friendly lifestyle. (no dryer, bikes > cars, salvage everything, grow everything)

Generation Pisces: The Fish

♓︎ - You’re a fish out of water and the last constellation of the zodiac. You’re a dreamer, creative and very intuitive which makes you empathetic and open to other’s feelings. Your symbol is two fish because you tend to constantly swim back and forth between conflicting desires and have a bit of escapism problem . You can’t help it sometimes, it just how it makes you feel.

Aesthetic Color(s): Aquamarine, Sea Green, Lavender Traits: Artistic, Sailor, Supernatural Fan, Loves to Swim Careers: Fortune Teller, Lifeguard, Scuba Diver

Goals:

Become a mermaid/master the scuba diving skill

Marry a supernatural sim

Master the painting and writing skills

Have 2 childhood friends and keep in touch with them throughout your lives

Thank you for trying out this challenge. Feedback is always welcomed thing on this challenge.

#this took me 2 days to do #im tired now #will try it out later #sims #sims 3 #ts3 #ts3 challenge #ts3 legacy #ts3 legacy challenge #zodiac legacy challenge #anime scenery background for the win

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trashyswitch · 4 years ago

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Virgil's Post-Halloween Adventure With Roman

Virgil has been really down since Halloween came and went. So, Roman creates a full Halloween city so Virgil and some of the other sides can bring their Halloween fantasies to life.

This was requested by @puppysparkles03. You wanted drastic measures, so: HAVE AN ENTIRE HALLOWEEN TOWN! XD Hope you like it!

Virgil had been in a sad mood since November started. Virgil got his chance to dress up and be his scary self for halloween but...now that Halloween was over, Virgil had grown sad. He loved halloween. Why couldn’t it be Halloween for longer than an evening? The only things that have made Virgil somewhat satisfied was his Halloween candy. Virgil’s been eating tons of halloween candy as of late. From sweets to mini bags of chips, to juice boxes and candy corns, even a rice crispy square ended up in his halloween bag. That was a nostalgic moment for him. It was nice to eat a rainbow (gay) rice crispy square.

One day, Roman managed to get Virgil out of his room for a little adventure in the mind palace. Despite enjoying being out of the room, Virgil did grow annoyed by all the walking. “Can’t you conjure up a train or a car? Or, maybe even a horse and buggy?” Virgil asked.

Roman giggled. “Come on, Virgil! It’s such a pretty day for a walk. Wouldn’t you agree?” Roman asked. Virgil only let out a grunt as a reply. Roman turned to face him. “Come on, Hallo-whiner. I think you’re gonna like the special place that I conjured up, just for you:” Roman told him, grabbing his hand.

Virgil looked up at Roman with the smallest glimmer of hope in his eyes. Roman summoned some black eyeshadow, and help Virgil touch it up. “There ya go. And some blood…” Roman started drawing liquid red face paint dribbles that ran down the corners of Virgil’s mouth to the sides of his chin. “There! Maybe some red lipstick-”

“No red lipstick.” Virgil told him.

“Oooor no red lipstick.” Roman changed up his wording before putting the lid on his lipstick. “Okay! Looking all halloweeny!” Roman declared.

“I thought Halloween was over?” Virgil told him.

“Not unless you want it to be over. And something tells me you don’t want Halloween to be over just yet.” Roman admitted.

Roman picked up Virgil and walked up a hill. Soon, the luscious green grass disappeared from his vision and dark purples, oranges and blacks filled his vision. Virgil’s eyes widened when he realized what it was: It was an entire halloween city!

“What do you think?” Roman asked.

“Are you kidding?!” Virgil reacted. “I LOVE IT!” Virgil yelled, grabbing his shoulders with a big smile on his face. Roman giggled and looked over at the halloween city. “Now: I have given you the ability to snap into the halloween costume of your dreams!” Roman explained to him. “For example:” Roman snapped and watched as a bunch of material surrounded him before disappearing with his costume on himself.

“Oooooh! A roman emperor?” Virgil specified.

“Indeed! A Roman emperor who must rule with an iron fist!” Roman explained. His clothing consisted of a white robe with a brown rope tied around his middle, and a long red sash that was wrapped around his left arm and flowed down the rest of his lower body. To top it off, Roman had a golden laurel wreath on his head! He looked amazing, to be honest!

“Do you have a costume preference of your own, Virgil?” Roman asked.

Virgil nodded and snapped his fingers. A whole bunch of material surrounded Virgil, and soon flew away and disappeared to reveal Virgil’s brand new costume.

Roman gasped and dropped his jaw. “OH MY GOSH- SWEENEY TODD! YESSS!” Roman reacted, covering his mouth.

Virgil was dressed up as Johnny Depp’s version of Sweeney Todd. He had his brown hair spray dyed black and gelled back, with a white big streak in the middle left of the hairline. He had the slightly tattered vest tuxedo with a belt on a pair of striped pants, male ankle boots and a pair of fingerless gloves on his hands. In his vest pocket were some plastic traditional barber knives, and in his pants pocket was a vintage pocket watch.

“HELL YEAH! I LOVE Sweeney Todd! Classic musical!” Roman declared.

Virgil looked at his own costume and started acting a little like a fanboy. “I’ve always wanted to dress up as this character, but it’s a really hard costume to pull off.” Virgil admitted.

“Oh! You forgot something!” Roman told him. Roman summoned a long black coat and put it on Virgil’s shoulders. Virgil smiled and put it on. “It’s gonna be a little cold in there.” Roman let him know.

Virgil blushed a little. “Thank you.” Virgil replied.

“Now come, my killer barber! We shall visit Halloween City!” Roman declared, pointing to the city. Suddenly, a big horse and buggy came rolling up right beside them. Virgil and Roman hopped into the horse and buggy before the horse was signalled to start clop-clopping to the city.

The city itself was FILLED to the brim with stereotypical halloween stuff. There were stores for buying and trying on halloween costumes of large variety, big towers with witches and cauldrons so you could make your own spells, a big library filled with horror, thriller and grotesque-themed books and movies in them, a cemetery filled with floating ghosts, skeletons and zombies, and there were even caves surrounded by dead forest that housed the cats, snakes, bats and vampires. The more that Virgil saw out the sides of the horse and buggy windows, the more excited Virgil got!

“You made all this?!” Virgil reacted.

“Yes, I did!” Roman replied.

Virgil gasped and looked around more as the horse and buggy dropped them off in the middle of the city. The middle of the city has a simple, run down fountain in the middle with vines circulating the brick water pit. In the middle of the water fountain, was a few skulls lined up like a square with an infinite waterfall running through their eyes, nose holes and mouths, that fell into the water pit below. It was kinda creepy, but...strangely beautiful to look at.

Virgil almost immediately ran up to the big victorian library. “COME ON, ROMAN!” Virgil yelled to him.

“I’M COMING!” Roman yelled, quickly catching up to him.

Virgil walked up the stairs and quickly opened up the library door. The Victorian library was just as vintage-looking as it was on the outside. Only change being the place looked like a clean kind of vintage. The metal looked polished, the huge shelves looked old but not dirty or super run down, the ladder was wooden but stable and well made, and the middle aisles of shelves had movies and VHS tapes that you could borrow! This wasn’t just a victorian era library...this was a super old building that had been well kept and updated throughout the centuries!

Virgil happily looked around. “Logan would be over the moon about this.” Virgil told Roman.

“I know! He already IS!” Roman told him, before pointing to the ancient kids stories sections. There, hidden within the aisles, was Logan reading a Brothers Grimm fairytales from the 1800’s!

Logan looked up and smiled. “Hello, Virgil. I love the costume.” he greeted, giving Virgil an excited smile.

Logan was dressed up as Charlie ‘The Tramp’ Chaplin. He had the large bowl hat, the mustache, the large shoes, the suit and everything in between! He even had a bamboo cane perched up against the library shelf while he read.

“Hi Logan. Charlie Chaplin, huh?” Virgil reacted.

“Indeed. One of the most well known actors of the silent era.” Logan replied.

Virgil smiled and decided to ignore the bad things about Chaplin...for now. “Enjoying the book?” Virgil asked.

“Yes, I am! This is simply a collection of the Brothers Grimm stories compressed into one novel. It’s very interesting understanding just how much grim topics they could handle back in the day.” Logan told him.

Virgil nodded and started to look around himself. He found an aisle filled with classic novels like Little Woman, The Pride and The Prejudice, the Nancy Drew series, the Frankenstein novel and the original Dracula, an aisle filled with Shakespeare books, an aisle filled with outdated nonfiction books on multiple subjects, an entire aisle dedicated to the decades of encyclopedias, and even an entire aisle dedicated to the Marvel comic books throughout the decades! Virgil practically LOST it when he found Edgar Allen Poe novels, and quickly bought them. To make things even cooler, Roman summoned some 1800’s original bills and coins so he could pay for them! Virgil owed him a huge hug for that one.

After visiting the library, Virgil was brought to the cemetery to take a walk with Roman. “You are gonna LOVE this!” Roman told him. They only got a few minutes to walk around the cemetery before the huge clock tower struck 12.

Suddenly, a bunch of skeletons came digging out from under the graves and started dancing! The skeletons were very cartoon-like, similarly to Disney’s skeleton animation! And the best part? They were listening to ‘Spooky Scary Skeletons’ on a big radio as they danced around!

Virgil was smiling through the whole thing. “This is awesome!” Virgil reacted.

“I’ll say!” someone said, walking up to him from behind. Virgil turned around and widened his eyes. “Oh my…Are you Ed Gein?” Virgil asked.

Remus chuckled. “You bet I am!” Remus replied.

Virgil rubbed his nose, but chuckled a little. “You couldn’t go for leather face? Or Norman Bates?” Virgil asked.

“Nope! Gotta go all out!” Remus declared. “And what better than a guy who does more grave-digging than murdering?” Remus joked.

Virgil nodded, but awkwardly looked away. He wasn’t sure how he felt about Remus’s costume.

“WHY HELLO THERE!” someone yelled behind him. Virgil yelped and turned around. It was one of the dancing, singing skeletons!

“O-oh...You talk?” Virgil reacted.

“You BET I do! Call me Skelly!” the skeleton introduced, holding out their bone hand.

Virgil raised an eyebrow and chuckled at the name. “Virgil.” He replied, shaking the bone hand.

“What’s so funny? Is my name rib-ticklin’ to ya?” Skelly asked, showing off his ribcage.

Virgil stifled a laugh and pushed their shoulder. “Knock off the puns. You’re not as humerus as you think.” Virgil told him.

Skelly frowned at first, but quickly caught on. Skelly pointed to his own shoulder and smiled widely, before laughing. “Not bad, ol’ chum!” Skelly reacted. “Now tell me: Are you a skeleton too?” Skelly asked.

Virgil thought for a moment. “Well, not exactly. I do have a skeleton in me, but it’s filled and covered with flesh and organs.” Virgil explained.

“Wow! So, you have muscles?” Skelly asked. Virgil nodded. “A heart?” Skelly asked, pointing to the left side of his own chest. VIrgil giggled and nodded. “Oh! What about a skull?” Skelly asked before knocking on the top of Virgil’s head.

Virgil yipped at first and flapped his hands above his head. “Oi! My noggin’s not for knockin’!” Virgil warned.

Skelly chuckled at that. “What about ribs? Do you have a ribcage too?” Skelly asked, poking the left side of his ribcage.

Virgil jumped and stepped back, throwing his hands up in defense. “Okay buddy...No poking.” Virgil warned.

“Why not? Ticklish ribs?” Skelly asked, poking his ribcage again. Virgil wheezed somewhat and flapped his hands at him. “Dohon’t you dare…” Virgil warned.

Roman walked up to Virgil and picked the man up before throwing him at Skelly. “Have fun!” Roman told him.

Virgil squeaked and reached his arm out. “NO!” before landing into Skelly’s arms.

Skelly caught him perfectly and held him like a baby. “What a cute little fleshy skeleton I have! I could tickle you here,” Skelly started poking and prodding his ribs. “Here, here,” Skelly poked his front ribs. “Here, Aaaand HERE!” Skelly placed its claw tips onto Virgil’s belly and started skittering his fingers on his belly.

“What thehehehe- HAHAhahahaha! Whyhyhyhy thihihihis?!” Virgil asked, falling into a fit of giggles.

“Oh! It’s quite simple, really. I remember hearing from a certain someone, that your black makeup turns a dark purple when you’re all flustered! Isn’t that right, Emperor Romulus?” Skelly explained.

Roman giggled and shook his head. “It’s Roman, Skelly.” Roman corrected.

“Oh yeah…” Skelly muttered as he moved his fingers to Virgil’s sides.

“WAIT! NAHAhahahat myhyhyhy sihihihides! Lahahay ohohoff, mahahahan!” Virgil ordered.

“Lay? Okay.” Skelly laid Virgil down onto the dirt ground and resumed squeezing his sides.

“ThAHAHAt’s nahahahat whahat Ihihi meheheant, ya doohohohofus!” Virgil reacted.

“Really? When you said ‘lay off’, you didn’t mean ‘put me onto the ground and continue tickling me’? I could’ve sworn that was what you meant.” Skelly teased.

“Thahahat’s NAHAHAT whahahat I meheheant, ahahand YOHOHOHOU knohohow ihihihihit!” Virgil shot back.

“I don’t understand why you’re being so harsh on me. Looking at my point of view, you’d be confused too.” Skelly lightly argued.

Then, Skelly decided to pull a move that would drive anyone mad: Skelly started quickly spidering his fingers up and down Virgil’s ribs and sides. “NOOO! NO, NONONO- SKEHEHELLYHYHYHY! STAHAHAHAHAP!” Virgil laughed. Virgil’s eyeshadow color started to change the longer that he was tickled. And the higher up that Skelly’s fingers went, the more hysterical that Virgil’s laughter became. “WAHAHAITWAIT! DON’TGOAHAHANY- AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! CUHUHUHUT IHIHIHIT OHOHOUHUHUT!” Virgil pleaded through his laughter.

“But why? You seem to be having so much fun! I can see it in your eyes!” Skelly proclaimed. “Well...below them, anyway.” Skelly followed up. Virgil’s eyeshadow had turned a pretty hue of purple rather quickly. Roman’s mouth widened excitedly as he gazed upon Virgil’s flustered face. “Roman was right! His eyeshadow CAN turn purple when flustered and happy!” Skelly reacted.

Roman smiled. “So Virgil Sanders enjoys being tickled?” He asked.

“IHIHIHI DOHOHOHO NOHOHOHOT!” Virgil tried to protest.

Roman just giggled at this. “Your eyes and eyeshadow marks give you away. Not only are you flustered by tickling, you seem to love the affection!” Roman explained out loud.

“Well! Rattle my bones and call me Skelly!” Skelly declared in surprise. “This Sweeney Todd is kinda cute!” Skelly declared.

“AHAHAHAM NOHOHOHOHOT!” Virgil protested.

“You really are, Virgil.” Roman replied. “Right, Skelly?” Roman asked.

“You are indeed, right!” Skelly replied.

As much as Skelly wanted to keep tickling him, Roman soon gave him the signal to stop. Skelly followed what he said and retreated his bony fingers. Stepping aside, Skelly let Roman walk up to him and help Virgil up.

“You okay?” Roman asked. Virgil nodded and took Roman’s hand, allowing him to help him up. Virgil’s eyeshadow was still quite purpley after all that. Roman giggled at this and rubbed his cheek. “Still flustery purple.” Roman told him happily.

Virgil giggled and shook his head as he pushed Roman’s hands away. “Stahap that.” Virgil told him, still quite flustered. Roman, Remus and Skelly all laughed at this.

Soon enough, Virgil and Roman moved on, to explore the rest of the city. As they left, Virgil and Roman gave Skelly a goodbye wave. “Bye Skelly! Have fun singing!” Roman yelled to him.

“Will do!” Skelly replied.

“Thank you for the fun time, Skelly!” Virgil said to him.

“Not a problem at all!” Skelly yelled back.

Virgil, Roman and Remus went to a special costume shop next, where he happily got himself a pair of bat wings and a vampire cloak!

By the time the clan got back, Virgil and the sides were feeling as happy as could be. They quickly started showing off their stuff to each other.

Remus got a fake skeleton from the prop shop, a witch potion bottle filled with thick blood, and a big black victorian portrait from the vintage market! He was non stop talking about having his room all halloween-y, till Remembrance day comes around.

Logan got himself a dozen books, a vintage writing book, a fountain pen and multiple ink reloading viles! He was all set for some journaling.

Roman got himself a classic king crown, an empty treasure chest to fill with items, and some vintage, expensive-looking jewellery for himself! He looked super excited to look like he was covered in riches.

Besides the bat wings and the cloak, Virgil also got himself some ruby red lipstick, a pretty black vampire choker, and a pair of black formal shoes.

With how the day went, Roman could proudly proclaim that Halloween City was a big success! Roman placed the entire imagined place into a pretty notebook and carved the words ‘Halloween City’ and ‘open on November 1, 2021’ into the front before placing it onto his book shelf...

#halloween #imagination #ler!skelly #lee!virgil #virgil is a sweetheart #emperor roman #1900s logan #ed gein remus #sweeney todd virgil

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danwhobrowses · 4 years ago

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Why ‘The Karate Kid Part II’ Deserves More Respect

So guess what film I finished watching today? Of course, the Karate Kid franchise is considered iconic mainly for its first entry; Wax on Wax off, Skeleton fights, Sweep the Leg and the Crane Kick all cemented its legacy that allowed Cobra Kai to also be such a success. But imagine my shock when the approval rating on Rotten Tomatoes for Part II is 45% - 21% lower than the Jaden Smith ‘The Karate Kung Fu Kid’ version (and Part III is scored 15%, which is also super harsh but hard to debate outside of the magnificence of Terry Silver). Originally this was just gonna be a general post of how much I enjoyed retreading Part II, but upon seeing that score I had to give it my ‘Deserves More Respect’ posts.

It is an off-chance, but if you haven’t watched this film there will be spoilers within, I encourage you to watch it before reading, and maybe watch it again if you have so it’s fresh in the mind

Let’s start with a controversial point shall we? There are several parts where Part II is actually better than the original. Now I know! There’s a lot about the original which is iconic, but nostalgia does blind you to other shortcomings and while it’s easy to sell the first part because of its mystique, a sequel has the added pressure of rising above and developing on old and new themes set by the predecessor. The Premise In case you decided against refreshing your memory. Karate Kid Part II starts with a recap of Part I, a bit of content that was meant to be Part I’s final scene (in the script, not for filming) and then a timeskip. Ali with an i is gone - brutally dumping Daniel for some Football Player before Senior Prom and after crashing his car, Daniel’s mother is in Fresno for work and Miyagi has received a letter from his home Okinawa in news of his father’s fading health. The stage is set for Daniel and the audience to learn more about the iconic Mr. Miyagi and the life he left behind. Okay, so there is bad in this film Part II deserves respect, but it’s not perfect. It definitely gets messy near the end with Daniel’s antagonist Chozen, he mainly took beats from Johnny Lawrence in physically confronting Daniel when he could with a bunch of no-named goons and he fought pretty similarly to Johnny in catch counters and leg strikes. The opening recap did take a lot of time too, while the ending remained somewhat abrupt having just beaten up Chozen to embrace Kumiko (who had a delayed recovery after being punched once). While not bad, a fair amount of retreaded content felt like downgrades of the original; Chozen and Sato lacked the charisma of Johnny and Kreese, the crane kick was far more impressive than the drum technique and the Tournament setting was grander than the O-Bon festival. But, there are Iconic Moments in this film too Part I may have the Crane Kick and the Skeletons and the Training and Sweep the Leg. But people may forget that Part II had awesome moments too.

Like Daniel chopping through 6 Sheets of Ice! If that isn’t one hell of a power play I don’t know what is. It is a moment genuinely impressive in and outside of the 80s cheese universe of Karate Kid, and it gets referenced in Season 2 of Cobra Kai.

Also referenced in Season 2 is Miyagi vs Kreese. While this is the intended ending for Part I, it certainly acted better at the start of Part II, especially given that is foreshadows the situation Daniel finds himself in at the end of the movie. This moment is equally iconic as it completely encapsulates the character of both senseis - Kreese the confident brute brought to a sniveling mouse when size and power failed him and Miyagi the cool-headed and vastly more intelligent fighter still with the cheeky prankster lightness to him as he honks the scared shitless Kreese on the nose. Perfect.

While I did want to cite the Tea Ceremony as well I think the more iconic moment for Part II had to be Miyagi chopping the log during the storm. The storm itself is a very well-done scene which unmasks several characters in the face of adversity. True tension, worry and stakes are sold as the village are in danger of the cruel whims of nature, an act which is all too real for Sato when the house he’s in collapses on him in the calm before his scheduled deathmatch with Miyagi. Not only is this again some great foreshadowing by the rule of three (Daniel asking if Miyagi can chop a log like Sato is doing with a banner and then Miyagi and Sato meeting and seeing Sato fail to chop a log) it proves a pivotal point where Sato turns from aggrieved antagonist to repenting ally. A great show of power and friendship as Miyagi metaphorically breaks the rift between their friendship that weighs Sato down. Okay, we hear you, but how is it better? I do have to preface that I do still love Part I, I have to because in pointing out where Part II is better I have to pick at Part I’s faults. While the ending is messy Part II definitely has much better pacing, until the skeletons scene Part I doesn’t really pick up because it has to set up, Part II while it does recap doesn’t need to worry about it. Giving Miyagi the main plot was definitely Part II’s strongest suit. Part I profited from Miyagi being the ‘mysterious old teacher’ but learning a lot more about his humanity and history was engrossing and it allowed positive development for Miyagi and Daniel, especially their bond as a surrogate father and son when Daniel personally goes out of his way to support Miyagi on a very personal matter. The main characters maintain their charm as well, still a lovely array of life lessons in Part II more than just finding balance, Miyagi teaches Daniel through words and action on taking time to breathe, to refocus when imbalanced, to forgive rather than to harbour hate, mercy, selflessness and humbleness

“never put passion before principle. Even if win, you lose.” - Mr. Miyagi

The scenes involving Miyagi and his father were some of the most deep and emotive of the series up until Cobra Kai, some still haven’t been topped such as Miyagi’s dad’s first words to his son or when Daniel talked about when his father died. And say what you will about Chozen, he does have a lot of Johnny vibes but a lot of the character we believed was Johnny due to nostalgia goggles was more fitting of Chozen’s manner. The story did a great job in making sure Chozen was always an asshole, at times Johnny did at least display honour and grace but Chozen was always sore about stuff and quick to claim dishonour even when he was in the wrong. Contrary to Johnny it’s more about his family than it is about a girl, which allowed a lot more freedom in the plot. Whether you felt Elizabeth Shue’s Ali with an i was prettier than Tamlyn Tomita’s Kumiko is up to personal preference, but the messy-haired Kumiko definitely had a slightly improved presence in Part II than Ali did, with actual focus on her own feelings outside of attraction to Daniel, her ambition to become a dancer directly linking to the O-Bon Festival - which in turn related to the Drum technique - as well as the delicately beautiful Tea Ceremony scene and actually contributing to the final fight (granted Ali wouldn’t be allowed to). Also Daniel didn’t try to eat her face which is a general improvement to the romantic subplot, extra applause has to go to Tomita here too because this was legitimately her first role - Shue had her second so that’s impressive too - and both women had good careers going forward. The increased stakes definitely worked in the favour of Part II as well, as sequel culture is forced to do, but by moving to Okinawa (actually filmed in Hawaii) we opened the door to better suit Miyagi’s world while keeping Daniel the fish out of water. I can’t speak too much for appropriation because there is still kinda some ‘white saviour’ undertones but I didn’t feel like Japan was treated negatively in this light, its culture of the O-Bon Festival and the Tea Ceremony was treated with the utmost respect and explained without pandering, the flute music had definitely stepped up its game for the soundtrack as did the imagery. Can also appreciate that Daniel does go for the Crane kick when fighting Chozen but is parried. Added hat tip has to go to costuming too. A lot of costumes would have to have distinct Kamon such as Sato’s twin fish and Miyagi’s bonsai on a lot of their clothing

Between Sato and Miyagi the colours of their clothes often code their emotions towards each other, with Sato usually in grey and Miyagi in white or cream, when Sato and Miyagi prepare for death they are in black and when Sato wants forgiveness he moves to a lighter shade. While Part I also used black and white to differ Johnny and Daniel, Part II put Chozen and Daniel in the more Japanese-themed Red and Blue. While both men wear red, blue and whites at time, Chozen’s clothes almost devolve from the white he debuts in as his darker side comes out before flat out embracing yellow after his chance to prove his honour in the storm is refused (and he’s in white then), while Daniel often moves to Red or red tones even in his blue shirt. Kumiko also moves from white to blue, sometimes even purple, in set up to the final fight to have the primary colours stand out in the colourful crowd of the O-Bon festival, but even in the blue Kumiko had red to pair her connection with Daniel. Also her Yukata at the festival is just stunning, the Great Wave off Kanagawa print is a nice touch.

Anything else we should know? It might not be much else about the film itself I can tell you, but I do appreciate something I’m starting to call ‘The Rocky Connection’ when it comes to Karate Kid. Like Part I’s ‘You’re the Best (Around)’ was shortlisted for Rocky III, Part II’s song ‘Glory of Love’ was shortlisted for Rocky IV’s theme, losing to ‘Hearts on Fire’, Bill Conti also chose to score this film instead of Rocky IV. I like to pair this with Daniel’s Rocky-esque character, he has that same kind of swagger but a lot more naive and childlike. Martin Kove also gets a nod because those bleeding hands were legit, he had an accident on-set and the footage was kept for the final cut. Tamlyn Tomita wasn’t the only film debut for Part II, B.D. Wong of...well, several famous roles including but not limited to Shang in the animated Mulan, Dr. Wu in the Jurassic Park franchise, Hugo Strange in Gotham and many more, also had his debut here in a minor speaking role when he’s handing out flyers for the dance party to Kumiko and Daniel before the Ice Chopping Scene. So, why does it deserve respect A film that adds to a beloved character in a respectful fashion without having really any god awful moments does not deserve a 4.5/10 rating. It may not have as emphatic an ending or as great a villain but it has a captivating plot and a good pace, better stakes and much more emotionally driven and responsive scenes. A lot of effort and dedication went into this film to explore new dimensions of the main characters in a fashion which was enjoyable and at times heartwarming. And characters are given human moments, even Miyagi confesses himself not to be perfect and it keeps each character grounded. Even to this day parts of Part II are remembered fondly rather than the campness that Part III had outside of Terry Silver and his magnificent ponytail, the fondness also continues to reflect in Cobra Kai with homages and fan theories of Daniel going to Okinawa again and even re-encountering Chozen. Not to mention it grossed $113m on a $13m budget and got nominated for a Best Original Song Oscar (losing to Top Gun) Part II was a good and enjoyable film which deserves far more credit than to be rated this low, for that it deserves respect.

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another-danganronpa-imagines · 4 years ago

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“That Was Just A Lie~” Saiouma

This isn’t a request! Just a W.I.P story I wanted to publish. I’ve spent a while working on this so enjoy my crappy writing.

Pairing: Detective! Shuichi Saihara x Phantom Thief! Kokichi Ouma

AU: Phantom Thief

Trigger Warning

None For Now

Kokichi Ouma P.O.V

Another day of stealing from the rich. Stealing from those nasty rich people who eat the rich. Yes, I steal from them with my members. Detectives who are after me, can't find me so they give up. They're so dumb. But for now, I can't wait to steal from my father... What you didn't think of me? Kokichi Ouma, son of ??? Ouma the richest person in Japan is a Phantom Thief. Now that's a tough story to talk about. Anyway, detectives don't mean anything to me....

[ Present Time ]

I was standing at the edge of the window waiting for my members of D.I.C.E to follow. Hanako Saki, my right hand man was quiet but sneaky was one of the best members. I stood up from the edge of the window and said, "My fellow friends and family, tonight we go hunting for treasure!" Then I heard one of my members say, "Why not just rob ??? Ouma's house? They got a crap load of money!" That's a really dumb idea. I can't rob my own... correction my so-called-father's house. All those memories.... Nevermind but tonight we're gonna rob the 2nd most rich family I know. The Togami Mansion

Shuichi Saihara POV

I slapped my hand on the alarm clock next to my bed. After working with my uncle I had to travel off of Japan but I get to go back to Japan for a special case I'll be working on. Stretching on of bed before taking a shower. It was nice to have the warm water hit my back, it was somehow... unnerving? I can't explain it but it feels nice. Anyway I packed my bags to leave to the airport. Reading the note my uncle left me before leaving the house.

My Dear Nephew, I hope that you'll be able to solve the mystery in your hometown. Please remember that Japan changed a lot since you left. I hope you solve the case soon. Stay safe while in Japan! Your Uncle ~

I smiled at the little note my uncle left me. Shoving the note in my pocket, I walked out of the house locking the door after. Seeing the cab that was waiting for me. I got in the cab and ask the driver to take me to the airport. After getting dropped off that the airport, I saw some familiar people waiting for me. "Hey my sidekick came! How are you been bud?" Kaito gave me a hug when he said that. I rubbed the back of my neck nervous, really I haven't been that good. Having the same dream about him... Kokichi when we were kids. "Have Saihara-kun are you okay? You zoned out for a moment." I saw Kaede wave her hand in front of my face. "I-I'm fine, K-Kaede. Just thinking a-about s-someone... I-I mean something!" I felt my cheeks burn from embarrassment. "My sidekick has a crush on someone~. Who is the lucky people?"

Kaito eyes sparkled when he asked me that question. I heard the speakers go off and a boy with a white mask and a checkered theme top hat and tie appear on the screens. "Why Hello Detective Shuichi Saihara... A little birdy told me that you're going to unmask me and put me in jail." How did he know my name? His voice sounds so similar, like my childhood friends. "So when you go to Japan.... I'll Be Waiting~" The boy with the white mask grinned at me before giggling. "So You Soon, My Beloved Detective~" The screen faded to black. Not many people were here, only about 2-4 people. Wait... Did he just call me his 'Beloved Detective'!?

Kaito was shocked and then chuckled while placing his hands on his hips. "How the hell did that little twerp hack into the into the screens!? Isn't he back home right now?!" He seem to be in a bad mood. We heard the flight attendant make the last call for boarding the plane. I bumped into a guy with a black hoodie and white jeans. His hair was in a small purple ponytail. Kaito help me and the boy up. "Oh Shuichi, I see you bumped into Kokichi...." He was slightly annoyed, I could tell. "Why isn't it the space simp~ Fancy meeting you here." The petite, purple haired boy wasn't or seemed to be in a good mood or was he faking it. "Well see you later Space Simp and his Maki Roll." Kaito and Maki got a little mad. I saw two females walk over to Kokichi. "There you are, you rascal. Practice you running away for a plan some other time." The girl with high pigtails and black/white bear pins huffed.

Kokichi Ouma POV

I can't believe Junko Enoshima, my aunt followed me all the way here. She must had a photo shoot here and Mukuro, my guardian, had to come so her sister wouldn't get in trouble. Junko's hand was placed on my shoulder which kinda sent shivers down my spine. "Ohhh~ Kokichi is this you sister? Or girlfriend? Who is this? Please tell us?" Kaito teased me. I started to get mad at Kaito causing me to almost punch him in the face but Mukuro stopped me. "He's not worth it, Kokichi." At least Mukuro was nice to me.... Maybe she is the only person that would be nice to me... "I'm Kokichi's aunt! Junko Fucking Enoshima!!" Junko did that weird rocker pose with sticking her tongue out. "And I'm Kokichi's guardian. Mukuro Ikusaba." She held her serious look before looking at Shuichi and Kaito. Then someone bumped into me. "Watch we your going you little abortion!" I turned to see Miu standing there with her hand pointing at me. my anxious level started to rise. Can someone please notice....

Shuichi Saihara POV

I watched as Kaito and Mukuro were holding down Kokichi and Miu from fighting. 2 minutes till the plane takes off... 2 minutes! Kaito, Maki, Miu and myself started to run to get on the plane. Kokichi, Mukuro and Junko weren't far behind you. All of us got on the plane before take out. I watched as Kokichi sat down next to Mukuro, across from me, he looked.... scare... No. Terrified. Did he was a fear of height? Or have a fear of flying? Kokichi placed headphones on, probably to calm down himself. Junko was laughing and was sitting right next to me. "Hey lover boy. Do you have a crush on my nephew or something?" I turned around to look at Junko who smiling wide grin

#[ - Mod Kokichi - ]#shuichi saihara x kokichi ouma #phantom thief kokichi #[ danganronpa ship writing ]

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pkmntrashcan · 5 years ago

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Meet Me Under the Mistletoe [Bede x Gloria]

It’s not like Bede hated the holidays, he just never had a proper celebration. But when the Annual Christmas Bash becomes riddled with an unspoken tradition between him and Gloria, Bede finds himself aching to change things up.

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Bede could hear the rush of blood flowing along the coos and awws in his ear from every gym leader and guest at this party. He frantically looked everywhere and anywhere but at the shorter girl in front of him.

It was all still new to Bede; celebrating the holidays, surrounded by people, being invited to events-- “you want me to attend the Christmas party?” fumbling from his lips in disbelief when Gloria looked up at him with those unobstructed telling eyes. In her hand a sophisticatedly decorated invitation being pressed into his.

“Turns out it’s annual, and since we just joined, we’re kinda expected to be there,” Gloria said matter-of-factly, as he glanced over that the event was being held at Miss Magnolia’s this year. His mouth was ready to let out a flat ‘no.’ Parties were crowded and noisy, and by the few months he had been in his position he had learned that the other gym leaders were definitely loud .

But then he sees her stare fall, her boot kick a small pebble away, her fingers fidget with the straps of her backpack.

“Parties aren’t really my thing...I was hoping you would go in solidarity with me?”

Yet, even with their truce, he didn’t expect to see her eyes staring at him so brightly as they were trapped underneath a miniscule green plant with white berries. Christmas lights reflected off the amber, off the sparkle of her green dress, off her peachy lips.

Mistletoe. Lips. Kiss.

Bede could feel himself freeze in place, flush rising from his neck to his face. Gloria’s tranquility unnerving him more and more until she stifles a laugh, a gentle hand landing on his deep purple sweater.

(He didn’t get the memo to dress up in shades of Christmas.)

“You don’t know what mistletoe is at all, huh?”

A valid assumption.

His own throaty, “no, I...recognize the tradition.” Only audible for Gloria, accepting that if he was to be made fun of, it would only be acceptable from the one he considers an acquaintance. He braces for the snicker, or even a scoff at his ineptitude--he never had celebrated Christmas before--but he doesn’t even get a cheeky grin out of the Champion. Her face only shifting into something more comforting and welcoming like the cup of hot chocolate she had handed him earlier.

“We don’t have to Bede, I understand.”

And with disappointed hums, and onlookers turning away, all he’s left is with is the lingering warmth of her hand patting his cheek; her body navigating the crowd, his head following her every movement.

“Bede, you Slowpoke c’mon, I want to show you how to build a gingerbread house!”

It would be a lie to say Bede didn’t stay by Gloria’s side the whole event.

It’s during the second Christmas party where things got a little more interesting .

Despondency replaced with impartiality, acquaintanceship had turned to friendship, holiday traditions ingrained. He got the memo this time for the theme-- “An Ugly Christmas Sweater Extravaganza,” in gaudy letters on the invite made by Leon this time.

And he was so close to throwing it away--He didn’t enjoy the small-talk. He didn’t desire to spend another evening awkwardly standing by the punch bowl like the Halloween party. And he definitely didn’t like seeing Gloria beaming cutely at everyone in with her subdued, yet still happy, holiday cheer.

But she asked nicely, hands gripping his in a near plea the day prior.

So he came.

And now he stands directly in the way of her curved lip as her eyes flicker to the ugly Ponyta christmas sweater he was wearing underneath a black blazer, cheesy fairy lights strung within the seams blinking in and out, hues of deep pink and purple the only sign of his typical aesthetic.

His brow furrows defensively, aware that he wore this cause she reminded him of the detail. So he looks down onto her tiny frame in an attempt to tease her own choices of fashion (really Gloria, a Deliberd sweater, could you be any more cliche?) when he catches glimpse of something menacing hanging above her, above them.

Green and white, again.

It was clearly too high for Gloria’s vantage point, but it was at the perfect height for him to notice. And as he gapes, Gloria couldn’t help but to tilt her head back to see what has made him of all people so silent.

“So we meet here again, huh, Bedey? ”

The dreaded nickname she had donned on him that year euphonious to his ear like the bells and chimes he heard all over Galar.

And it was this year he had found that this wasn’t the only thing about her that made him yearn for more. If anything there were a series of reactions he had to the Champion that were strange and unsettling. His heart was always racing. His hands always clammy. His throat would go dry. Arceus, sometimes he believed he couldn’t even think straight when she sat across from him at tea.

He had assumed it was a simple consequence of their growing camaraderie. But never, until this moment, did he think of wanting to kiss that undisturbed grin off her face.

Yet she stands there calmly with her hands clasped behind her back, her chin tilted up, a devilish sparkle in her eye.

He opens his mouth to excuse the silly tradition for the second year in the row. His mind may be in the gutter, but it by no means meant hers was on the same page.

But then it happens in a flash.

Her hands firmly land on his chest. Her height raising ever so slightly to reach her target.

Soft pink lips touch his cheek.

His hand clamps over the spot, throat lodged unable to question her decisions.

She laughs once more, lowering back to her usual height.

“That should do, right? For avoiding traditions sake?”

His head nods yes. His heart screams no.

365.

That’s how many days Bede regretted not acting on that whim that overcame him on Christmas.

365.

That’s how many days he got playful shoves, sly comments, all too obvious: “oi, you wanna keep your eyes in your head oh Elite one? ” from Hop or Marnie or for Arceus’ sakes, Opal, whenever Gloria would be in the same vicinity.

365.

That’s how many days Bede has actively admitted to himself he was in love with Gloria.

If he was honest, he knew it had been much longer.

But hiding his emotions and swallowing them down was much easier than even fathoming the idea of telling Gloria, let alone believing that any of it was reciprocal.

But it was 365 days way too long. And this time the invitation was written by Gloria herself. It was delicately decorated and personally handed to him with a blush and a hopeful, “I hope you come this year too!”

So with no fuss or fight he knew he was going, because this tradition between them had to end.

It’s on the third Christmas party that he arrives fashionably late.

Not because of his wardrobe, traffic, or anything reasonable--but because he spent far too long pacing outside of Gloria’s house wondering how this would go down.

Is it the first thing he should do? To set the mood of the whole night?

Or should it be the last thing? To run away when it all hit the fan?

He takes a deep inhale in, a slower exhale out. Knocking on the door, anxiously waiting to be let in. The moment the door swung open he realized that things may not go according to plan. Gloria flings herself into his arms, per usual , his brain malfunctions, per usual.

A small gasp from her as she takes in his red ensemble-- “your hair makes you a really good Bedey-Claus.” And he couldn’t help but noticing they were a matching pair, her own Santa dress swishing as she turns.

His mouth opening to compliment her; to say that she looked beautiful, to say anything remotely nice -- but she doesn’t give him the chance. Looping her arm through his, dragging him into the festivities, per usual , as her laugh gets drowned out by the Christmas jingles and the loud celebratory “look who finally showed up!”

But as he gapes at Gloria interacting in and out with everyone at the party, his knew his goal was clear.

That this would be the year.

The year he would kiss her.

The year he would admit his feelings.

The year their unspoken tradition would stop.

“Hey Bede,” the voice so undoubtedly hers that he turns almost immediately and he notices her hand tugging at the sleeve of his red sweater. “Do you maybe, want to talk outside?”

Bede follows without a single complaint, but there’s something in her aura that feels strangely off. Something antsy, nervous, yet resolute. When she’s leaning against a doorframe, he can see her eyes watching the guests enjoy themselves to the merriment inside. But it doesn’t seem like she’s longing to join them. Instead it seems as if she’s surveying to see if they really were left to their own devices.

Her hazel eyes flicker to his with a soft smile he could recognize was only ever shown to him. Had she wanted to be with him only?

A foolish thought surely, but one that now lingered in the back of his head, and it’s one that pushed him forward for the first time that night.

“Gloria.”

His stomach flipping at how her head tilts cutely. “Yes, Bedey?” Her eyelashes batting inquisitively as he braces himself with the last two steps between them.

“The plant,” is all he can haphazardly say.

Gloria blinks in confusion, Bede’s hands clenching in anticipation.

“The plant. The green one. Where is it?”

An amused chuckle fills the silent night air. A single digit points up above their heads.

“I know we have our traditions to meet under the mistletoe, but I never thought you would seek it out, Bede,” Gloria smiles.

It’s in this smile that Bede finds a little bit of hope. A Christmas miracle, if anything. She doesn’t move and it occurs to him that she brought him out here in hopes for them to be caught underneath the mistletoe again.

“It’s our tradition, no?”

And dare he say, there was a hint of a challenge in her tone. His eyes flickering from her lifted eyebrows down to her lips--this year they were red, enticing, tempting.

And easily twitching into a smirk.

“Is our tradition to meet under it? Or to avoid the kiss?”

Gloria hums, “your call,” she pauses, mirth dancing in her eyes. “But it’s never too late to start a new tradition, don’t you think?”

Bede’s heart picks up in speed. Staring at her with the utmost surprise. Had he heard her right? Was it not only him who wished to kissed her?

He takes a step closer, noting how her cheeks rivaled her red hat. How Gloria was incessantly biting her bottom lip. Her gaze flighty yet always stealing glances at his own lips.

Gloria liked him.

“You know the longer we stand under here, the longer the kiss we owe each other.”

Gloria wanted to kiss him.

Bede feels himself still, eyes widening in a panic, flush rising to the tips of his ears, Gloria giggling at his visceral reaction.

“T-that’s not a rule!”

“You also didn’t deny wanting to kiss me,” she points out all too easily in a sing-song voice. Stepping in closer with a much firmer resolve.

“We’re up to three minutes now.”

“G-gloria!,” Bede gasps as he feels himself unable to move forward. His fists were opening and closing repeatedly, he could feel his face only turn hotter, the ticking of his watch growing louder and louder in sync with his pounding heart.

He knew he wanted to do this. He knew he wanted to dismantle their friendship and explore the potential more between them. But it was all so different in practice especially with Gloria’s knowing look staring him down and unnerving him.

And he knew that she knew what she was doing. It was in her eyes, in the curl of her lip, in how she began to slowly snake her arms up and around his neck with the confidence he needed in himself right now.

“Four.”

Tip toeing as she pulls him down slightly. Beckoning him to finally act--to give him the chance to act before she did because Gloria was aware of his pride. Of his need to be first in everything, except maybe the Championship, but if he didn’t act, she would take away this chance too.

And that was the last thing he wanted.

“Fiv--,” he cuts her off, sure that her counting was off and unfair, but it makes him act all the same. The kiss soft, light, almost indiscernible if Gloria didn’t know he was trying to kiss her. But it was a kiss nonetheless, and one that he could feel her smile into, as he tried his best to not leave it at a clumsy mashing of their lips.

“I-I don’t know what I’m doing,” Bede admits.

“Me either,” is her cheeky response, but she chases his lips all the same.

A soft pass there. Another linger there. It was his first, and hers, but they knew it felt right.

All they could hear was the bass of the music, growing whispers, high-pitched whistles, but all they could focus on was each other. And while it wasn’t the five minutes Gloria joked about, the momentary kiss produced the best sight to bless Bede’s eyes. The dazed look, the flushed cheeks, the giddy smile on her lips as she flusteredly looked away from him.

Her serenity had broken and he couldn’t help the low chuckle coming from him. “If I get this look on your face I’ll have to kiss you more often,” Bede mumbles just loud enough for her to hear, his fingers gingerly reaching to turn her face. He could feel the heat radiating off her cheeks, but proud to know he wasn’t the only one affected as Gloria brings herself to look up at him again.

Or at least she tries as her gaze dips down shyly.

“I wanted to break tradition last year, but didn’t think you would want to,” she quietly admits and as both of them realize they skirted around their feelings for this long.

“Ah…,” Bede murmurs, his own composure faltering with the bubbling positive feelings dwelling inside. “I guess I should kiss you for those five minutes to make up for that then.”

In response the mischievous smile he had grown to love presents itself underneath the splash of red on her face. “You need to kiss me for three years worth then, Bedey, ” a tease, but one that gets him to roll his eyes and lean down again.

#bede x gloria #bederia #dressedinpinkshipping #rival bede #trainer gloria #pokemon fics #myfics #my fics #pokequeuemon

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morganweir · 5 years ago

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whiteboard skywriting

ship: erica/sarah/ethan/benny/rory

tags: established polyamory, roommates/housemates

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@ericajonesweek

The whiteboard is kinda how they communicate in the house right now. Sarah has clinicals and Rory is in the middle of some video game development that his team thinks might hit it big this time, and Benny is on an on-week for his paramedic job and Ethan is doing whatever Ethan does. He does something in politics, but Erica doesn’t really understand it, but he seems to enjoy it? He gets to protest against the military and systemic oppression of First Nations people, which is what he wanted, so Erica guesses he’s alright.

It’s a bit lonely around the house.

She’s home most of the time, as a commissions artist can sometimes be, but there are reminders of her housemates everywhere. Sarah’s socks never make it to her bedroom, tucked under Erica’s desk instead when she comes and drapes herself across Erica’s shoulders, easy as you please. A drawing Rory had done for her hangs above the desk, pinned to the wall with one of Rory’s Hello Kitty themed push pins. Benny hung a good luck charm from one of the shelves above the desk, hanging down in Erica’s eye level to remind her of the spellcaster. And, well, Ethan had been the one to find her desk at all. He had touched it and even though his eyes hadn’t turned white, hadn’t rolled back in that terrifying way that always makes her want to reach out to catch him, he said he saw her doing really good things at this desk. It still makes her smile to think about it.

And then there’s the whiteboard.

There’s a green marker for Rory, purple for Erica, red for Sarah, orange for Benny and blue for Ethan. There’s purple marker, smudged slightly, scrawled proudly across the top of the board; it’s the only thing that’s ever written on the board in her color. It just says “Have a good day and be your best!”

They make her a lot more positive than she once was.

She wears Sarah’s class ring on her left hand, and maybe that’s a reminder of why she’s more positive now too.

She remembers picking who would get what colors. There’s a black marker that never get used, but it was the one that Erica originally picked for herself. It’s how she feels sometimes, compared to the rest of her perfect partners and the way that they care so loudly in ways that she’s never been able to articulate so perfectly, but Benny had said no. He had taken the black marker out of her hand and told her to pick out of the colors first, so long as she didn’t pick that. At first, she had thought he just wanted it, but he grabbed orange before she could even blink. You don’t like orange anyway, he said with a grin before pointing her at the colors again, telling her to pick. Ethan had picked for her eventually. He said that she feels purple, that she feels like violet and pretty and perfect and dangerous. She had kissed his cheek and punched him in the shoulder, but she had taken it in the end too.

This morning, the whiteboard has three colors on it, besides the purple: orange, green and red. Ethan must have been in a hurry this morning, a theory that is supported by his tie still hanging from the door of the laundry room, his cereal bowl in the sink even though he hates to leave things for Erica to do (despite the fact that she’s made it quite clear that she doesn’t mind a bit). She reads the notes instead of heading to the sink immediately, tucking her hair up into a bun sloppily. She doesn’t go for the sharpness that she once tried to project anymore; it takes up so much of her that not much else is left.

Can you make sure one of my dress shirts is clean? says the board in Benny’s sloppy orange scrawl, a crude heart and an even cruder drawing of a begging Benny there to further persuade her. Erica laughs, leaving the words. She wants to let Sarah see. She takes a bite of the apple in her hand before moving onto the next.

One of my coworkers wants to commission you! Text me when you wake up, please! says Rory’s excited handwriting, single exclamation points more like seven and stars littering the space around it. Erica bounces on her heels excitedly and slides her phone out of her pocket, texting Rory for the deets. The three of them, the vampires of their fantastic fivesome, don’t need to sleep, but they do anyway. Benny and Ethan get creeped out when the three of them stay awake in bed with them, but they also don’t want to miss out on anything, so they pout when the vamps get out of bed too. Their seer and spellcaster would have conceded to it eventually, but she, Sarah and Rory had just decided on sleeping instead. She would probably miss it anyway.

She reads Sarah’s last.

Her girl always manages to make her blush.

Don’t work too hard. I love you, it says in Sarah’s clear handwriting, half cursive and half print and all beautiful. The artist in Erica wants to study it like Monet, to grab a coffee cup full of blood and hold it in both hands, sip at it and just look, just wait there until something clicks and everything makes sense.

Like everything makes sense around Sarah.

Like everything makes sense around all four of them, now. Even when she’s alone in the house, it’s still bumbling with all of the energy they have, all of the love and the laughter and the million other things she could hardly name, let alone describe. Rory’s empty coffee cup (deep red stains and all) on top of the TV stand. Benny’s boots sitting outside of his doorway like that’s where they go. The scrupulous way that Ethan always tries to pick up after himself and the hilarious way that he always fucks it up. Sarah’s socks and the hair ties wrapped around every cylindrical thing that Sarah can get her hands on and the locks of dark hair that litter everything in this house because Sarah sheds like it’s fucking going out of style.

Erica feels awfully large and awfully small all at once. And awfully like she loves every single moment of it.

She leaves all three of the notes on the board and picks up Rory’s coffee cup, setting it in the sink with Ethan’s bowl and Benny’s plate and Sarah’s cup too. The five of them barely make enough dishes for two people, let alone the five they actually are, so it’s not like cleaning up after them is any trouble anyway.

She doesn’t think it would be if they dirtied enough dishes for a hundred people, maybe. She’s someone’s perfect little housewife, something she promised she would never be, but. It’s not so bad.

It’s not bad at all. Especially, when she can be the housewife of four people who think she’s the best.

Rory takes her to Single Tear concerts, since they’re the only ones who are into it. He lets her rave and roar and they get into mosh pits together, completely unafraid of the damages they’ll take on or give. He’s her person when she just wants to go fucking feral, and that kinda rocks.

Benny takes her on fancy dates. He told her about how he used to want to marry her but now he kinda wants her to marry Sarah or maybe Rory just so he can be there, how he wants to give her away since her Dad has never been that great. He takes her to dinner and takes her arm to escort her and acts like a complete goof the whole time and always makes sure she has a good time. He never treats her like she’s stupid.

Ethan shows her things. She doesn’t know when he finds the time to go adventuring on his own, doesn’t know when he finds the strange haunts and weird places he takes her, but he does. A hole in the wall sandwich place in the next town over or a house that’s half falling apart that he’s already taken pictures of so that she can draw it, Ethan always knows what she needs to see. He always takes care of her.

Sarah… Sarah does something different every single time. A Great Lakes beach at midnight. Niagara Falls on a Tuesday. Waking her up with breakfast in bed and a finger to her lips, careful to not wake up their boys before they go out and go on an adventure. Sarah surprises her, no matter what, and keeps Erica on her toes. Sarah keeps her from getting bored, keeps her happy, keeps her.

It’s not so bad at all.

#mbav #my babysitter's a vampire #erica jones week 2019 #erica jones #serica #mine #otteamv #ot5

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bo0zey · 5 years ago

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Pick your favorite questions from the list.

i will do them all for u 0.o

1. Name cianna [see-ah-nah]

2. Nationality mexican irish german romanian hungarian french

3. Age 20

4. Birthday december 17, 1999

5. Zodiac sign (or your primal zodiac sign) sun: sagittarius; ascendant: leo; moon: aries

6. Gender female

7. Sexuality uhhhhhhhhhhhh idk but i will willingly kiss either gender

8. Your looks (add a picture or describe yourself) /tagged/my-face or u could just google pictures of fat rats

9. What do you/did you study? I’m currently a sophomore nursing major!

10. What's your current job like?/What job would you like to have? I’m currently a microbiology TA and I love it :) My dream job would be something with animals, like a vet tech or veterinarian

11. Your birth order i’m the oldest!

12. How many siblings do you have? 2 younger brothers

13. Do you have good relations with your family? my mom was my best friend, my dad and i get along better now that i’m in college, my brothers and i get along pretty well & we’re staring to get closer now that they’re getting older n growing up n developing their own personalities lol

14. How many friends do you have? errrr idk this is a hard question. i have a lot of acquaintances but i’d say i have maybe like less than 10 real friends??

15. Your relationship status single :D

16. What do you look for in a SO? funny!!!!!!!!!must be humorous!!!!and sarcastic and a little weird w darker sense of humor so we can laugh n be dumb together!!!!!!! also i would like them to be kind to me and those around them bc mean ppl suck. also they have to like animals. also i would like them to be loyal and trustworthy and 110% in love w me. and for physical stuff idk kinda attractive but NOT CONVENTIONALLY ATTRACTIVE like i personally don't really like the typically ‘attractive’ person???

17. Do you have a crush? currently in love w the cute chinese boy who lives across from my dorm room even tho i have never even spoken to him n he is totally unaware of my existence!!!!!!!! hahah oops :D

18. When did you have your first kiss? i mean technically 3rd grade i think but that doesn't really count so like maybe 16????

19. Do you prefer serious and meaningful relationships or casual dating/one night stands? i mean in the long term i would definitely like to have a serious relationship but at the moment i’m only into casual stuff bc my heart isn't ready to be broken again sknfkjdbnkjd

20. What are your deal breakers? errrr i’m not sure....cheating is a no no, ppl that are interested in fucking every single person they see is a turn off, DUMB PEOPLE like ppl you can't even have a proper conversation with bc they're so DUMB, and ppl who r mean/judgmental/arrogant

21. How was your day? ok! accidentally slept thru my math class but caught a glimpse of my crush across campus when he was abt to smoke a cig and i got chipotle n i online shopped a ton from shein

22. Favourite food & drink deep dish spinach pizza from giordano’s & orange vitamin water

23. What position do you sleep in? i fall asleep on my left side hugging a body pillow

24. What was your last dream about? ate a braid of hair and inside the braid was bacon

25. Your fears not going to make it thru nursing school, not being financially stable as an adult, not having a family of my own, probably more but those r currently top 3

26. Your dreams i don't have any idk....maybe having like a house of my own and having as many animals as i want?? and i would like a loving partner with a daughter of our own

27. Your goals survive nursing school and lose 40 pounds and don't die before my cat

28. Any pets? i have a dog named cherry Cola, a cat named Leto, and a betta fish named Perc

29. What are your hobbies? writing stories about people in love, listening to music

30. Any cool places in your area? in my college town??? NO it sucks. in my hometown??? Not really it’s a small lil village with only restaurants and parks. but at home i’m near downtown chicago so that’s cool i guess

31. What was your last awkward situation? the first thing that comes to mind is my FIRST and so far ONLY encounter with my crush. we live in the same dorm building and i was wearing my nursing scrubs and had no make up on and about to go upstairs to my dorm, and then i heard footsteps and i was like ‘hahaha what if its my crush’ AND THEN HE FUCKIGJNG appeared from down the hallway to go back to HIS DORM [which is RIGHT ACROSS FROM MINE] and i literally STARED at him, then threw open the door and RAN UP THE STAIRS LIKE I LITERALLY DIDNT EVEN HOLD THE DOOR OPEN FOR ME AND HE WAS LIKE SO CLOSE BEHIND ME I WAS JUST SO NERVOUS MY FLIGHT OR FIGHT RESPONSE TOOK OVER AND I FUCKING FLED I LITERALLY RAN AWAY FROM HIM I AHTE MYSELF SO MUCH IM SUCH AN IDIOT!!!!!!!!!

32. What is your last regret? errrrr idk i regret a lot of dumb things.......

33. Language/s you can speak English n a LITTLE bit of Spanish

34. Do you believe in astrological stuff? (Zodiac, tarot, etc.) i’m really into zodiac stuff and i have got to say they are pretty spot on in accuracy idk

35. Have any quirks? ummmm ofc!!i am the quirkiest person i know hajnjfxbkjx like if u asked my roommates/friends they’d probably be better at answering this than me bc i don't see anything abt me as quirky but they always tell me i am quirky and do weird things but idk man I'm just existing

36. Your pet peeves err idk currently its ppl that constantly brag about dumb shit

37. Ideal vacation somewhere warm with me + the ocean + the loml + unlimited alcohol

38. Any scars? yeah :D both emotional AND physical!!!!

39. What does your last text message say? ‘ok thats a more than fair statement’

40. Last 5 things from your search history how many carbs should i eat, chipotle bowl calories, is the grim reaper the angel of death, ceftriaxone adverse effects, red man syndrome

41. What's your [device] background? lockscreen is a peach-theme background i made and home screen is my weight loss goals

42. What do you daydream about? the characters in my stories.................and being skinny

43. Describe your dream home pretty brick house??? flowers outside??? 3 floors--main floor, basement and upstairs??? 3 bedrooms n 3 bathrooms maybe??? master bedroom has its own bathroom!!! and open concept main floor. big kitchen and very homey n warm all around. as for like an apartment i want something cozy and aesthetically pleasing and warm

44. What's your religion/Your thought about religion i don't have a religion but if ppl do have a religion then thats not my business

45. Your personality type entj but only bc i got 3% extraverted; i am very closely related to intj tho n i think i fit that one better

46. The most dangerous thing you've done uhhhhhh probably operating a vehicle while high out of my mind. definitely the dumbest thing i ever did 0/10 would recommend anyone ever doing that

47. Are you happy with your current life? its ok but it could probably be better. i want to be done w college and skip to the part where i have a successful career and my own home and i can lay up w the loml every night

48. Some things you've tried in your life alcohol???weed??gummy edibles....

49. What does your wardrobe consist of? sweaters/sweatshirts/leggings

50. Favourite colour to wear? black, maroon, peach, purple, gray, idk

51. How would you describe your style? oh jeez idk i wear whatever i want so like e-girl when i really try and basic white girl when i don't care

52. Are you happy with your current looks? no i hate everything about myself lol

53. If you could change/add something to your appearance - impossible or not - what would it be? more freckles on my face....also be thinner n have longer hair

54. Any tattoos or piercings? my nose and septum are pierced!

55. Do you get complimented often? kinda by my friends but i always yell at them to stop so they don't compliment like as much bc they know i hate it but they still do it sometimes idk

56. Favourite aesthetic? i wanna be an e-girl yo!!!!!!!!!

57. A popular trend that you dislike nobody has a crush on me and i hate it

58. Songs you're currently obsessed with? pied piper by BTS

59. Song you normally wouldn't admit you like. anything by BTS lol i used to like be embarrassed for how much i like k pop but now i don't really care lol #stanBTS2020

60. Favourite genre? rap/r n b/alternative

61. Favourite artist/band/genre? i listen to every genre except country sooooooo yeah i really like billie eilish, BTS, the weeknd, juicewrld, lil nas x, trippie red, post malone,

62. Hated popular songs/artists? i don't rlly like selena gomez or justin bieber or taylor swift

63. Put your music on shuffle and list first 5 only - RY X i.f.l.y. - Bazzi novacane - frank ocean jungle - drake bang! - trippie redd

64. Can you sing or play any instruments? no and no

65. Do you like karaoke? no but i like to sing along to songs when I'm alone

66. Own any albums? haha noooo i got apple music son

67. Do you listen to radio? What stations? errr RARELY i used to listen to r n b stations tho

68. Favourite movie/series? idk donnie darko?? i also just finished tharntype n that was really good. also i liked tokyo ghoul. AND GIVEN IS REALLY GOOD

69. Favourite genre of movies/books/etc i like horror/scary/paranormal/funny movies and i like love stories in books

70. Your fictional crush/es danny phantom, ken kaneki

71. Which fictional character is you? uhhhh idk...

72. Are you a shipper? List your otps, if so frerard, ryden, taekook, mewgulf

73. Favourite greek god? idk they all kinda suck but maybe hades

74. A legend from where you live that you like i don't really know any:(

75. Do you like art? What's your favourite work or artist? i like to look at art! i think van gogh is cool

76. Can you share your other social media? ig: ciannnna venmo: ciannnna

77. Favourite youtubers? i don't really watch youtubers but maybe shane dawson and emma chamberlain

78. Favourite platform? twitter

79. How much time do you spend on the internet? too much time

80. What video games have you played? Which one's your favourite? i once played GTA5 that was fun!

81. Your favourite books (manga also counts) idk i don't really read anymore:/ i was into the hunger games and the twilight series when i was young. now i kinda read online manga and i really liked BJ Alex and killing stalking. and like for online books the unholyverse series, a splitting of the mind, the anatomy of a fall

82. Do you play board/card games? no but i like to play checkers and uno and cards against humanity

83. Have you ever been to a night marathon in cinema? nopee

84. Favourite holiday halloween is cool also christmas is alright bc gifts

85. Are you into dramas? i’ve been getting into thai boys love dramas lol sue me

86. Would you use death note, if you had one? um YES.

87. What changes would you make in the world, no matter how impossible, if you had the power to? everyone needs to be a little kinder and have a crush on me

88. Could you survive a zombie apocalypse? absolutely not I'm not physically fit and don't have useful skills

89. If you had to be turned into a paranormal being, what would it be? vampire duh [or maybe ghost]

90. What would you want to happen to you after your death? i want to see my mom

91. If you had to change your name, what would be your pick? idk something cool ... i love the name Daisy

92. Who would you switch your life with for a week? idk probably kylie jenner

93. Pick an emoji to be your tattoo idk the alien? 94. Write 3 things about yourself - only one of them must be true -im very productive with my time management skills -my favorite color is purple -i don't get nervous when I'm alone in public

95. Cold or hot? cold

96. Be a hero or be a villain? anti-hero

97. Sing everything you want to say or rhyme? sing if i’m good at it but if I'm not good then rhyme

98. Shapeshifting or controlling time? shapeshifting

99. Be immortal or be immune to everything aside from natural death?immortal

100. ..... or .....? ......?

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Everything Wrong With The Way Neji Was Handled

I'm in the mood so I'm gonna write something that has been on my mind for quite some time. Here we go.

1-) Neji vs. Hinata

Let's start with the most obvious offense: Why did people allow this match in the first place?

Gai, Kurenai, huns, exactly what were you thinking? Both Hinata and Neji are heavily damaged children, seriously what were you expecting from this fight?

And that's without saying Neji would get in a lot, a lot of trouble for defeating Hinata. Heyoo??? Hinata absolutely wouldn't activate Neji's seal but Main House elders would. Even if they didn't care about Hinata's well being at all, I'm sure beating a Main House member into a coma qualifies as a revolutionary act and I don't think slave owners would be fine with it.

I don't like how the narrative portrays Neji as the villain in the match too. Neji DID warn Hinata, he did tell her that he was gonna win this and she should give up. Hinata didn't, she chose to fight and even when it was absolutely obvious she lost, she still came at him. What was she expecting, to get out unharmed? No, Hinata knew Neji had understandable reasons to hate her and Neji warned her to give up at the beginning. This isn't to justify Neji's misplaced anger but to claim why Hinata wasn't completely innocent.

Besides, people do realize that Neji is a literal child slave, right? That stuff tends to slightly screw your mind up, do people know? It doesn't make Neji a horrible monster that he hated his owner's daughter who could exploit him and make his life a hell with just one hand sign, no matter how the said daughter was genuinely a good person. Neji was in the wrong and Hinata didn't deserve his hatred, a big yes to this but holy sweet, be a little bit understanding.

But nah, Neji is a bad villain and great Naruto will kick his ass. Hinata is so undoubtly good that even Neji's teammate supports her instead of... I dunno... realizing the "for the first time, Branch House shall win!" quote meant that the match wasn't just about a black and white hard work stuff and Neji did have his reasons too.

2-) Neji vs. Naruto

This match may be the most hilariously stupid thing I've ever seen in any form of fiction...

So... Naruto preaches about how hard work beats genius even though the one with one year worth of more experience and training among the two is Neji. Then, Naruto beats Neji by... using Kyubi?

??? :D

Hyuga's style was extremely disagventagous against a Jinchuriki since Bijuus essentially work as a secondary chakra battery which can re-activate closed Tenketsus. That's how Naruto beats Neji. Birth advantage. Neji has one more year of training and experience but it failed against birth advantage.

Hard work truly beats genius. Nice way to prove your themes.

And where was Gai during the match anyway? Kakashi has an excuse not to be there since Sasuke would have died to Gaara if he didn't complete his training but Gai? Couldn't he just carry Lee to the arena and watch his student's match?

Besides, a simple "I'm gonna change the Hyuga when I become the Hokage!" was enough to touch Neji because that quote meant someone actually gave a fuck about what he's going through. It meant someone else agreed that the slavery in his clan was wrong and his feelings about it were validated. It was that simple.

Question: Where tf was Gai during roughly one and a half year???

3-) Solution to Slavery

Credit: https://www.deviantart.com/purple-snowflakes/art/Caged-Bird-Neji-198284847

Neji is shaken up enough already after his match with Naruto. Then Hiashi, his owner, comes and...

"We didn't kill your father, he chose to die. That doesn't mean all that much since we were gonna kill him even if he objected anyway, he had no choice but to use that fake freedom of choice narrative. Anyway, that's not the topic at hand now. Your father escaped his destiny by dying to us so your feelings of anger are kinda invalid. Sorry, suck it up. Oh, and know I didn't object slavery at all during all this time, there's also an anime filler of me torturing a seven year old you, but heeey, I apologize so it's fine. Don't forget, your father wouldn't want you to be bitter about our house's unfair system :)"

Please tell me I wasn't the only one who screamed emotional manipulation at that panel.

What kind of bs answer is 'choose to die' to slavery anyway? Do they have a right to choose not to die when their owner asks them to die? No, they don't. Then, they're not free.

I also hate how later in the series, Neji's anger at the Main House was invalidated because his father had pulled the "well, I'm gonna die anyway, I may as well as trick myself into believing I'm finally free because I'm desperate and that's the only way I can feel some closure at death" card. Excuse me but Neji is still a slave to the Main House, he'll remain so as long as that mark is on his forehead remains - Hiashi's apologize be dammed. He HAS the right to be mad at the Main House and the clan's system.

4-) Later on...

Neji dies to some flying pieces of wood he absolutely should have been able to defend against cus the author needed a... uh... What's the word here? Anti-plot armor? The opposite of a plot armor? Negative plot armor? I dunno, send help.

Note: Hiashi's or whoever's words don't mean a thing. Neji SHOULD HAVE BEEN able to defend that attack.

His death is insulted with a ship moment that comes mere minutes after. We also don't get enough reaction from his teammates, one manga page is all.

And Naruto, the boy who lectured him about how destiny doesn't exist turns out to be a demi God and the child of the prophecy. And all that jazz.

Nice way to prove your themes again.

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Well, rest in peace my boy. You deserved a lot better with just about everything but look at from the bright side, at least now you're safe from SP!

Oh, H E L L N O !

#naruto #neji hyuga #pro neji #neji deserved better #neji vs hinata #neji vs naruto

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