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schiste-argileux · 5 years ago

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Idw Prowl is an evil SOB (took him two years to send the Wreckers to Garrus-9 and help Maxy (who was protecting all the war crimes the Bots did), put Maxy’s torturer and a war criminal on board the Lost Light cuz why not, sent Pharma to Delphi knowing it was DJD territory)

Prowl... Prowl’s creation and competence in his area of work is astounding. He is brilliant, creative, and defiantly apathetic of this world. But, he is very human in his own way. IDW Prowl is selfish, yet not. He is a unique in that aspect because most people make decisions like his for the sole reason of benefiting themselves. But Prowl’s sole reason of existing is to create PEACE.

Peace. Peace can only be done when people are complacent, happy, and satisfied. When things are stationary. Stable.

But life is never stable. Elements desire to form bonds, yet are almost always leaning towards to instability... Prowl’s form of PEACE is a world where there is no fighting. But everything sentient requires to fulfill its desires. As long as there is desire, people will fight.

A world of PEACE would be a world of full control, there are no surprises, no change. Safety, routines, and constants. No creativity, no development... nothing. stagnant.

But I must admire Prowl’s tenacity and dedication to this world!

He sacrifices everything for the sake of the directive, preserve cybertron, PEACE. He sacrifices his morals (Robot Gets Bullied By a Human), his dignity (Recent News, Cop Accepts Orgy For The Means of Establishing Peace, his body (Recent News, Cop gets Molested by A Spider for The Autobot Cause), and of course, thousands of lives (Not Recent News). :D Prowl respects and understands that there will always be chaos and instability, and he is so very flexible around it all! He literally can maximize everything and anything he has. He is the embodiment of consequentialism with a lil dash of politics. I wish my group project members were 1% as productive as him! Prowl tries to put everything black and white, and he gets upset when things get far more tricky, and wants to get everything in control so people can stay safe and remain in peace and not fight! And that’s a respectable goal! Control can be good, it means one understands and is able to retain themselves and the thing they are controlling. But Prowl doesn’t want to accept that there are things out of his control. And Prowl likes to think he’s justified when he controls the uncontrollable.

I mean, yeah, if he didn’t do what he did, the autobots would have been six feet under A LOT EARLIER. Optimus is not a good leader, preserving organic life over his own soldiers? Psh. Look at Spike, he’s got valid points and can I understand why he left the ‘bots. Prowl’s probably thinking everyday, DAMN, OP, WHY R U SO DUMB. LISTEN WE NEED TO FEED OUR SOLDIERS AND PRIORITIZE OUR SPECIES LIVES INSTEAD OF THIS FUCKING CARBON BASED CIRCLE. HELLO??? And literally Prowl could have been like I’m gonna get ya assassinated so I CAN HAVE IT MY WAY. But Prowl was BORN for the RULES. To follow, to MAKE PEACE. Killing the prime figurehead is against that, even if it would make his life way easier! (hence, not that selfish and also sad that your life is the rules. That’s a short leash, but he makes due)

Honestly I feel bad for Prowl. Must suck to be so big brain that everyone hates you when you say the truths (but also you could learn some more tricks from Jazz to be nicer and hide the truth, but that’s scary because a nicer prowl means more people he can trick and use. Thanks Prowl for being so straightforward! Now people can avoid you easier). He's so straightforward about things that need to be done, he’s in constant denial about the grey area of life!

That’s why when Spike slapped Prowl with reality slaps, Prowl lost some of his shit. Remember, nearly everyone had the edgy depressed time in their teens or young adult years where you realize the world is truly unfair and nothing is black and white? Yeah. Slap that on a 6+ million year old robot with a battle computer and is capable of big brain CPU-age, and was literally built for the sole purpose of enforcing rules and making peace? And no one really cared about Prowl enough to understand him and his background. So Prowl goes through his angst moment alone with his huge titties, frustrated. THIS. IS. WHY. YOU. COMMUNICATE. YA DINGUS.

Prowl doesn’t become a school shooter like Pharma cuz hes got bigger brain and a lot more power and control over himself, but he literally becomes Shadow The Hedgehog (Even if the world’s against me I’ll fight like I’ve always have). HE’S GONE ROGUE. MA’AM, SIR, THE FUCKING OREO COOKIE HAS TRANSFORMED AND ROLLED OUT. like. OP was the one thing holding prowl back, which was good! But now prowl’s on the roll and bumblebee is too nice and passive to hold him back. + the bombshell brainwash? feels so bad. being prowl sucks. because Prowl is a necessary evil.

At least he’s wonderfully blunt about his goal to create a peaceful cybertron, which makes it easier if you want to avoid him or smth. meanwhile you have fake people IRL that smile their way through and then slit your throat and you won’t even know it was them (hey jazz, no offense, but that’s what spec ops does). Fakers are the scariest enemy, but Prowl is still a threat, just not as big as a someone who fluffs you up on a balloon and then pops it. Prowl would just be like, hey, you’re really useful, come over here in my white van i wanna show you something and then maybe you get destroyed. But hey! You were the one with the highest chance of surviving compared to other people! Isn’t that great? You’re so skilled WOW. (Prowl gets punched. Again!) Prowl represents the necessary evil in society. We WILL ALWAYS HAVE EVIL people in this world. But Prowl is a far better evil than people who do evil for their own selfish reasons. It’s like how we have law enforcers and politicians . It’s basically giving them legal rights to do illegal things (lmao). BUT we need them regardless. We need those people to get their hands dirty, possibly killed, so that people can live in innocence and peace.

I don’t think Prowl ever realized that he was a necessary evil, and when Spike showed him that, he was bitter. But he accepted it. Which I respect because most people can’t be bothered to understand themselves and just throw themselves in denial, and point fingers for their flaws. Prowl sucks up and understands who he is, and he makes the best of it to achieve his goal. I mean, honestly? Prowl is probably a miracle worker. Not in a Ratchet sense. But look at the way modern governments run, nothing gets done, everything is stalled because no one has the guts to make sacrifices. Prowl would have gotten a shit ton of things done, man, and take quick efficient action. Even if he sacrifices many things for it. (Warning. I do not condone any taking of lives, NO ONE has the right to judge whenever a person should live or die.) Prowl reminds me of 秦始皇 (Qin Shi Huang), the king who unified China and sacrificed millions to make the Great Wall, canals, and road systems that last to this day. If it wasn’t for these accomplishments, China wouldn’t have been what it is today. Was it a good thing? For the future residents of China? Hell yeah. But the costs? Those are sins that can never be erased, and they are horrible and shouldn't be done ever again. Was it necessary? Perhaps. But that’s another discussion. Is Prowl evil? Depends on your definition of evil. Perhaps he’s justified, perhaps in his world, he’ll go down as the Qin Shi Huang of the Cybertronians. Regardless, Prowl like Pharma, is an EXCELLENT example to study on public ethics, and administrative officials should analyze him and learn from his mistakes and sins. I think Prowl is not evil in a sense that he wishes to harm others, but evil in a sense of his apathy. Prowl is a necessary component to a functional society (someone to plot, to use people, to enforce rules even if some are sacrificed, someone who can get their hands dirty). He lives a terrible and sad fate, and I do not wish ANYONE to live a life like Prowl’s or look up to Prowl. Yes, he’s so clever and brilliant, but that kind of power will make you the loneliest person on Earth.

Thanks Prowl for taking the entire load of sin on your shoulders! Big MVP! You get nothing from the world except hate and contempt. I would go on about him more but I have IRL stuff to do. I love Prowl as an example to tell people that MODERATION. COMMUNICATION. AND COMPASSION are important factors to have a healthy and good mental state. Prowl is the perfect example of someone who doesn’t want to empathize (haha so many people are like this today), who doesn’t want to try to use more braincells and friends help to make better plans that are more moderate and not extreme, and who doesn’t want to talk to anyone thinking its a waste of time or have difficulty explaining things. BUT I LOVE G1 PROWL because he has far more patience and manners, and doesn’t take a darker, route for his goals. awhohdohd he’s baby,,, i wish all cops had patience and manners and in general open-minded yet cautious enough not to be taken advantage of,,,, perhaps then we wouldn’t have so much polarization and fighting with authority in this world....

uwuwwuwuwuw they did prowl so dirty in idw WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ;____; Again, you are welcome to disagree or agree! I wrote this really quickly so I’m sure there will be points that could be clarified or edited. Prowl’s really complicated and I do not like to talk about current IRL problems, but Prowl represents a lot of problems in society. And I think it’s critical if we try to look at both perspectives to get an understanding on WHY people do these things, and is there a solution to AVOID making those same mistakes? There’s a couple of controversial things in this short essay I wrote, esp. about cops IRL. So feel free to have at it! Or ignore it! Whichever is more comfortable for you! Thanks for coming to my ted talk! Again, Prowl is a bad influence and a sorrowful life to live. please do not try to be like prowl. xD I won’t intrude on you if you do, because you have a right to live the life you want as long as you’re not hurting other people’s interests and wellbeing!

#prowl #transformers #idw #asks #omfg #prowl is so horrible to write about #ugh #oof #idw prowl is the bane of my existence #i love g1 prowl

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gilded-green · 4 years ago

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In celebration of the 10th anniversary, I’ll probably reread GG and send updates/highlight areas and as for commentary. Probably XD

But first. What aspect of Gilded Green was your favorite? What was something you put in a lot of world building for but never got to show either in fic or on tumblr. Who is your favorite character and why, what makes them special in your eyes? Which character has turned into a completely different one as soon as you started writing them? Which part of the fic did you like most when you finished it, do you still like it? Similarly, which part do you dislike most?

Lasty, anything about gg2’s story you want to share/talk about/rant?

-love, the dai li fangirl

Haha, no pressure! But at the same time yes if you do feel free to send me passages for commentary here! <3

What aspect was my favorite? Hmmm. *thinking face* I think, when I first came up with it, I was just thrilled to have these two small things - minor character Lu Ten, overlooked villain organization Dai Li - that I was able to combine into something so big. That was pretty nifty!

As I started developing the story, I think what really caught my attention was the fact that “Wow, all these characters are awful people!” Like. The Dai Li aren’t good.The Fire Nation aren’t good. Lu Ten is a victim but also an oppressor. All off these people have extremely different beliefs and worldviews - Fire supremacist, police state enforcers, classist academic gatekeepers - and all of them think THEY’RE in the right here and none of them are. I think Tien and Hoang might be the only people with a decent, non-oppressive worldview in the story so far. XD I was growing out of the storytelling trope of black-and-white morality at the time, so it was really fun to start experimenting with writing awful people as enjoyable, sympathetic characters.

World building? Hmm. I was just learning how to use my worldbuilding muscles back then. I seem to remember reading up a lot on how brainwashing actually works in the real world and going “I don’t think this is compatible with what we have in ATLA” and just kinda tossing that whole thing out. XD I also recall looking up a lot of stuff for the bits about Jouin, some of which - kalua pig! - has since shown up again in WFFD. I also recall someone on FFdotnet at the time saying “All this chapter did was tell us more about a dead character than the living one” and I was just kinda like -_- yes because he is DEAD and this is your chance to feel sorry about that, we’ll get plenty more of the living one later on account of him still being, y’know, alive. XD

Oh, and Shirong’s personal side projects. I finally got into that a bit in A Meeting of Minds, but the dude DOES have his own stuff going on, which Delun so rudely interrupted to drag him off to see Long Feng about brainwashing a Firebender.

I also did a bunch of research for the birthday party interlude, I think. Mostly appropriate alcohol for such an occasion? And....okay, this’ll sound funny, but.....food containers. I wanted Fen to pack up leftovers for Suyin and Shirong. That’s what my Italian family does after get-togethers, and I assumed that a Chinese family/friend group would do the same! But I also had, like, zero exposure to everyday Chinese life, let alone everyday Chinese life in the 1800s, and I just didn’t have the...idk, cultural osmosis? to figure it out. Like, if you asked me how Victorians would transfer food I’d probably come up with “Idk, wrap it in cloth and stuff it in a basket?” and I assumed people living in modern China would also be able to explain what their people did for food storage/transport 150 years ago but I didn’t have that cultural background, now, did I??? Also this was 10-12 years ago I was looking this up, mind you, the internet was still very different, there was plenty of information on Chinese historical events but not on everyday life objects, CDramas weren’t easy to find if they were translated at all and I certainly didn’t know they existed, and no one was posting beautiful aesthetic videos of life in a rural Chinese mountain village to youtube yet. Eventually I learned that bamboo baskets were a thing, but there wasn’t much info on THOSE either and I wasn’t sure how to describe them, so I just tentatively typed “basket” and called it a day. XD

YOU CANNOT ASK ME TO CHOOSE MY FAVORITE CHARACTER THAT’S LIKE ASKING ME TO CHOOSE BETWEEN MY CHILDREN!!! *shoves Yong off a cliff*

I’m very fond of the Dai family, along with the Trungs and Sais. I’m very proud of how Tuan turned out. I adore Yuan, who you’ve barely met, and Xun, who you haven’t. Huang and Wu Sheng are also definite faves and I can’t wait for y’all to get to know them better.

Characters do usually behave for me in terms of personality development. They surprise me, but they never really turn out to be the complete OPPOSITE of what I was expecting? They just kinda develop organically. Huang and Wu Sheng surprised me, tho, those boys got deep. I knew they had the potential, but developing their backstory actually caused Stingrae and I to develop Ba Sing Se’s socio-political backstory and Long Feng’s rise to power, all because of an inkling I had. That was a very satisfying few years of worldbuilding and story development.

Um, favorite part of the fic....idk, I’m very fond of the final scene, with Azula and her wall chunk from Lu Ten. I’m doubly fond of it because of how it always resonates with readers. Heck, during Azula week last year, I used that chunk of rock as an ongoing theme in Sandstone, and someone commented like “I DIDN’T REALIZE YOU’RE THE ONE WHO WROTE GILDED GREEN” and that made me really happy!

Lu Ten’s time stuck underground - I used the seven stages of grief to get through that one and it was very helpful in structuring that part of the story, and I figured it was deep or something because PSYCHOLOGY.

I’m also proud of myself for getting through the dark brainwashing scenes. So, like, FYI, fanfiction could get...very dark, back in the 00s. People love to play purity police these days and complain about how nasty people get can, but listen. Listen. Do you have any idea how dark FFdotnet got back in the day? Legolas And Aragorn Get Captured By Orcs And Brutally Tortured was an entire genre. I feel like torture fic was actually a lot more common back then, and darkfic in general - I’m sure someone could write a whole thesis on why it’s not so prevalent anymore, I’m gonna guess the fact that fandom is less-insulated and more public now could be part of it, maybe also the fact that the internet is more social media/influencer culture based so people care about their image, and also the purity police which is its own kettle of worms, but I also think that the Bush Administration had something to do with it? You have all these kids who were pre-teens when 9/11 happened, growing up during the Iraq War with an awful presidential administration while everyone was scared and conservative Christianity started to realize that their control over the nation’s “morality” might be slipping and reacted accordingly......yeah there was a lot of darkfic back then.

And I read a lot of darkfic too, but, uh....well, statistically speaking, a lot of writing is bad, okay? A lot of those fics were just weird; you could see where the writer had this idea, and also where they failed to execute it in a way that resonated or made sense. And whatever, writers were young and just wanted to pound out some catharsis, it’s cool, but it still just felt narratively awkward when you could tell how the writer was more focused on LET’S MAKE THIS AS DARK AS POSSIBLE instead of “Let’s tell this as well as possible.”

So the first several attempts at writing the brainwashing scenes, I was nervous because I didn’t want to get TOO dark, and when I finally decided “eff it” and said to Stingrae “I think I need to let this be as dark as it needs to be” I was still nervous because I didn’t want it to end up WEIRD. Idk if that makes sense, but anyway I seem to have done a decent job at it!

As for parts I dislike the most, uhhhhh Iroh’s retreat (I didn’t care, I just wanted to get it over with), Enlai might’ve been promoted too fast? idk, the fact that I came up with Nanyue AFTER I finished publishing GG so I couldn’t work that into the Quy bits, the fact that I was young and innocent and didn’t understand sexual slang or innuendo and randomly chose Dong as the name of the court physician which could lead to some awful puns except no one ever seemed to pick up on that and maybe I’ll regret pointing it out but the man IS going to appear again so I might as well get the first shot in myself. XD

I might have GG2 stuff to talk about but not sure, if I do I’ll make another post on that!

#GG tumblr escapades #GG 10th anniversary

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myhockeyworld87 · 5 years ago

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Love Me Anyway - Tyler Seguin - Part 6

Word Count: 4576

POV: Changes, starts as reader and switches to Tyler

Warnings: Soft, fluffy piece. I always say language because I think I swear in every single piece I write..haha

Notes: Here’s the next installment of this series. This piece is totally fluffy, at least in my opinion. Happy Reading!

READER POV:

You still couldn’t believe that you were walking hand in hand with Tyler Seguin. You two were taking a short stroll to the dog park by his house. Tyler had a small bag with water for the two of you and the dogs; as well as some toys for the dogs to play with. You two were chatting about nothing of consequence on the way.

Once you got to the park Tyler let the dogs off their leashes. The dogs ran free a bit while you got them some toys out to play with. You had been playing a game of fetch with the dogs for a while when Tyler asked, “so did you get a chance to look at your schedule for the week?”

“Yeah, I’ll be in Denver on Tuesday and Wednesday; quite possibly Thursday if things don’t go well. Though I’m hoping that doesn’t happen. But I’ve got nothing on my calendar for Friday.” You were in human resources and had to travel to go over a new package plan the company was looking at taking on.

You thought you saw a frown of disappointment on Tyler’s face; but then he said, “well Friday it is then. This time I’m planning the date.”

“Great. Just please tell me there will be wine. I know I’m gonna need it after this trip.”

Tyler chuckled. “I think I can arrange that. So, will you get to see any of Denver when you’re there?”

“I doubt it. It will probably be meetings and seminars during the day, maybe dinner at night. I’m not one hundred percent sure. These things are usually boring, but I’m hoping by going it will lead to a promotion. One of our VPs just stepped down a month ago. They still haven’t filled the job, but my boss told me I’m definitely up for it.”

“Wow, that’s awesome (Y/N). You must really love your work.”

“Yeah, I like it well enough. The people are great and the pay is better. If I get this promotion, I may look at buying a bigger house and think about getting my own one of these,” you stated gesturing to the dogs.

“It’s funny you talk about buying a house. There’s this one I’ve had my eye on for a while. I heard it’s going on the market soon. I was thinking about moving myself.”

“Seriously! Your house is gorgeous. Most people would kill for a house like that.” You couldn’t believe he would even consider moving, but considering the type of money, he was making it probably wasn’t that big of a deal to him. You knew he had just signed a big contract to stay in Dallas for a while, so it wasn’t like he couldn’t afford his current house and a new one.

“Well, I’ve wanted this one for a long time, it just wasn’t available. It has a huge yard for these guys to run around in,” Tyler said motioning to the dogs. “But hey, if I do move. I know of a great house you could buy.”

You laughed, “I said I was possibly getting a promotion not winning the lottery.”

“Hey, I’d give you a good deal.” Tyler winked at you. “Gerry, no! Stop digging.” While you two were talking Gerry wandered off and started digging a hole to China. Marshall and Cash stayed by you. They looked a little parched, so you dug in the bag Tyler had brought and got the water and bowls out for them. Tyler finally got Gerry wrangled back to where you guys were. “I swear this dog is gonna be the death of me,” he muttered.

You had Gerry’s bowl with water and bent down to give it to him. “You’re not bad, are you, Gerry. Your just in your toddler phase and need lots of attention.”

Tyler sat down on the park bench, patting the seat beside him for you to sit down. “Hey, I almost forgot to ask you this. Jamie would’ve killed me,” you furrowed your brow at him. Wondering what Jamie had to do with this. “He asked me if I could get him the number of your friend Becca.”

“Really? They would be so cute together,” you exclaimed. “But wait, he’s not just….you know, just looking for a quick lay or something.” Tyler busted out laughing. You hit him playfully in the shoulder. “Stop it’s not funny. I need to have my friend’s back.”

Once his laughter was under control he finally said, “I’m not laughing at you. I’m laughing at the fact you think Chubbs would be looking for a one-nighter. If you knew him like I did, he’s the last guy that would do that.”

“Oh well in that case, sure I’ll give it to you.” You took out your phone and messaged Tyler, Becca’s contact information. “Tell him, he better treat her good or I’ll be after him.”

“He will or I’ll kick his ass myself.”

You reached over, touching Tyler’s cheek and brought his lips to yours for a kiss. You didn’t intend for it to get so passionate, especially in public; but what started as something innocent soon turned into something heated. You moaned into his mouth as Tyler took control of the kiss, sweeping his tongue inside. His hands traveled down your ribcage and slowly moved under your shirt. That’s when you regained your senses and remembered you were on a public park bench; and that anyone could see you two. You moved your hand down to his, stopping him and slowing down the kiss.

“Sorry,” Tyler whispered. “I didn’t mean for it to go that far.”

“It’s just….” you waved your hand out; trying to point out where the two of you were.

“Yeah, I know. You make me forget everything when I’m around you.”

“Mmmm. I know what you mean,” you agreed. You reached over and grabbed a ball that the dogs had abandon. You needed a little space after that heated interaction with Tyler. You had just meant to give him a small kiss, thanking him for being so sweet about your friend, but the next thing you knew; you two were in a full-on make-out session. What was it about Tyler that had you throwing all your rules about dating out the window? You never went out with a guy twice in a row when you first met them, let alone see them three days in a row. You always gave yourself some time to process things. You never let yourself get carried away in public like this. Hell, you’d dated Kyle for a couple of years and you rarely held hands when you were in public. As much as you were regretting this work trip; you thought you needed it. Maybe it would give you some time to cool off. You wanted to make sure that this was more than just a sexual attraction between you too. The last two nights had been amazing and Tyler was being everything you wanted in a man and so much more; or was it just a game he played to get women in bed. You didn’t think so. You thought everything about him was genuine and you’d already made a mistake the first night in prejudging him. Gerry came up to you then, bringing you out of your thoughts. You tossed the ball for him to go get. Tyler came up behind you then.

He must have sensed where your thoughts were taking you. His chin relaxed on your shoulder as his arms wrapped around you. “Penny for your thoughts,” he whispered in your ear. You frowned, maybe you should tell him your fears. You always said communication was key in any relationship. Not saying that you and Tyler were in a relationship at the moment. You took a deep breath, slowly turning in his arms.

“Can we just talk for a minute? You know,” motioning between you two. “About this,” you sighed.

Tyler got a worried expression on his face. You ran your hands up and down his arms trying to reassure him and maybe yourself in some way. “Sure, you wanna head back to my place first? I think the guys are all played out.” You noticed Gerry had dropped the ball at your feet and was just laying over by Cash and Marshall.

“Yeah, that would be good.” You were relieved to have the little respite of a walk back to gather your thoughts. The walk back was pretty much silent; you still held Tyler’s hand, but you could tell he was just as nervous as you were. The more you thought about things the more you knew that you just needed reassurance from him. That you weren’t just some fly by night girl that he took a fancy to; but how did you say that to him without offending him? You walked into the house behind Tyler, where he took the leashes off the dogs; you just sort of standing behind him.

“You want a drink,” he asked.

“Water would be great.” He grabbed two bottles of water out of the fridge, took your hand and led you to the sofa.

Where did you start? You took a deep breath and got ready to just tell him all the things going on in your head. Tyler stopped you before you could even start. “Before you say anything, can I just say something first.” You nodded for him to continue. “I like you (Y/N), I like you a lot. From the moment you walked in that club, I never looked at you as someone who was just; what did you say that night…oh yeah, a one-night stand. I knew there was more between us, and I want that. I really do. Look I know you’re scared and so am I. I’m scared that my fucking reputation is going make you run. I can’t change what I did in the past, but what I want, what I’m trying to do is show you I’m not that guy. I admit I got a little carried away earlier, but damn woman you make me forget my own name when I kiss you.” You smiled at that. This was exactly what you needed to hear. You were getting ready to tell him exactly that but he kept going, taking your hand in his. “I know this is moving really fast. I mean we’ve only officially been on one date, but I’m not going to lie. I just want to spend more time with you. Like all the time. I’m bummed I can’t see you for another five days, but you can bet your sweet ass…and it’s one sweet ass…I’m going to be calling, texting and facetime you every day until then. I just need you to know, I’m not going anywhere and we can move at whatever speed you want. Ok, now you go.” He said that last part in a rush almost like he was afraid of what you would say and if he didn’t tell you to go ahead, he’d lose his nerve.

He was looking down at your entwined hands. You started moving your thumb back and forth across his knuckles. “I like you a lot too, Tyler.” He looked up at you and smiled then. “And you’re right, I am scared. That kiss scared the shit out of me; because at that moment, I forgot where we were; that we were in the middle of a damn park making out like we were sixteen. And well I’m afraid too, that I could just wake up some morning and you not have any interest in me at all.” He opened his mouth to say something then but you held your hand up. “You’re Tyler Seguin, and yes I know your reputation and that’s why I blew you off at first. But I can see now that we both want the same thing. I’m not gonna lie to you though and tell you I’m one hundred percent comfortable. Because there is this small part of me that thinks you’ll go out some night and some other girl is going to turn your head her way and this will all be over. And right now, I like this; you, me, the dogs. It just all feels right.”

He did speak then, “It’s not going to happen (Y/N). No one is going to turn my head away from you. But I have the same doubts, you know. Don’t you get how beautiful you are? I watched you in the club before I bumped into you. Guys were circling around you, just begging you to look their way. I have the same fear as you. That some guy is just going to come and sweep you off your feet before I even get the chance to show what it can be like between us.” He ran his fingers through his hair then, clearly nervous; either about telling you his feelings or thinking about you being with someone else.

“The only guy I want is sitting right in front of me. I don’t want to slow down Tyler. I like where this is going; so, I guess we both need to start trusting each other to make this thing work.”

He looked you in the eyes, “I can do that if you can.”

“I can too.” His head leaned down to capture your lips in a devastatingly sweet kiss. It was one full of promises and you finally let yourself go. Willing him to feel all the hopes that you had for the two of you. He scooped you up and set you on his lap as the kiss got more intense. This time when Tyler’s hands began to roam under your shirt you didn’t stop him. His hand sliding up to caress your breasts over your bra. You moaned into his mouth while his hands rubbed across your nipples. He started raining kisses down your neck and you arched your back to give him greater access. Everything he was doing felt so good, but you needed to touch him, feel his skin on your hands. So, you gathered his shirt and let your hands explore. This time it was his turn to moan, but when he did Gerry barked. Causing you to look over and see the dogs staring at you two. You both busted out laughing. “Looks like we have an audience,” you blushed as you leaned your head down on Tyler’s shoulder.

“Gerry, you and I are going to have a serious talk about not cockblocking me,” Tyler chided the dog. You giggled at that; while Gerry just looked happily at Tyler. “They probably are waiting for dinner. I normally feed them now.” He said looking at the time.

“Well I should probably be heading home anyway,” you told him.

“Stay, just a little longer. We can order a pizza or something.”

You really should head home. You had work in the morning, but a couple hours wouldn’t hurt. “Ok,” you agreed.

Tyler took out his phone and you two ordered a pizza. You were about to slide off his lap so he could feed the dogs, but he tightened his grip on you. “Wait, I need to do one more thing.” He turned the camera of his phone on and held his arm out. “I need a pic of us,” he stated. You tilted your head to his and smiled.

“Can you send me that,” you asked.

“Already done.”

TYLER’S POV

You couldn’t believe you had just tried to feel up (Y/N) in public. God, you just lost your head around her at times. You couldn’t tell what was going through her mind as she got off the bench. You wanted so much more with her, yet here you were trying to take advantage in a public place. When she told you, she wanted to talk your heart sank. You had this overwhelming feeling that she was going to tell you she didn’t want to see you again. You needed time to think; which thankfully she agreed to talk at your house. The walk home gave you a chance to gather your thoughts. You were just going to lay it all out there. You were never good at communicating your feelings, but there was too much at stake this time to not.

She let you speak first. You were so nervous that you’d say the wrong thing. You couldn’t look at her until she finally spoke. But when her first words were, “I like you a lot too, Tyler,” you released the breath you’d been holding and looked up and smiled at her. She voiced her concerns about you finding someone better than her. You couldn’t really believe that she would even consider that. Did she not know how amazing she was? You’d just told Jamie this morning that she was your dream girl, and she truly was. If anyone needed to be concerned it was you. (Y/N) was smart and witty and dropped dead gorgeous. She probably had a line of men just waiting to ask her out. You were just a dumb jock, that used to take home whatever bimbo you could find to ease the loneliness. It was you who had to worry that she’d wise up one day and leave you for someone more worthy of her. But until then, you were going to show her how much she meant to you; if she’d let you.

You were relieved when she finally told you the only guy, she wanted was you; and that she didn’t want to go any slower. It wasn’t a surprise that when you kissed it got heated really quick. Having her here in your house just felt right and you were sure things were going to go farther until Gerry cut things short. That was twice in one day. You and Gerry were going to have it out when (Y/N) left.

(Y/N) agreed to stay, so you guys ordered a pizza. When you had your phone out you came to the realization that you needed a picture of her, since she was going to be gone for the next week. So, you quickly snapped a picture and sent it off to her as well. You got up and fed the dogs while you waited for the delivery guy. “Want some wine,” you asked (Y/N). She agreed and you told her to pick something out of the wine fridge.

You poured a couple glass of the cabernet she picked and the two of you went back to the couch. “So, what’s your schedule this week,” (Y/N) asked you.

“Pretty much practice and working out. Getting ready for training camp next week.”

“Do you just stay here for that or ….” She gestured with her hand.

“This year it’s in Boise for some ungodly reason. Probably afraid we’ll all get up to no good if we go someplace worthwhile.”

“So, you’re gone next week and I’m gone this week. We make a great pair.” She chuckled.

“Oh, but we have all this coming weekend though. Don’t make any plans,” you told her.

“You have my undivided attention,” she said with a wink.

The doorbell rang, signaling the pizza was here. You jumped up, the dogs barking behind you and answered the door. When you came back (Y/N) was in the kitchen searching the cupboards for plates. She found them and brought two down. “Where do you take the dogs when you leave for that long,” She asked casually.

“I have a dog sitter that comes in a couple times a day when I’m out on long road trips or sometimes a friend will come in and stay with them. Just depends. This time they have a sitter coming in.”

“Oh well if you ever need me to watch them, I’d be happy too. They’re such good boys. Aren’t ya guys.”

“That would be great. Maybe I’ll have you stop in while I’m gone.” You two continued the conversation talking about random stuff. When you finished the pizza, you asked her to stay and watch a movie with you. You still weren’t ready for her to leave you for the week.

“Ok but nothing like three hours long,” she agreed.

You turned on Netflix, scanning through the movies. Learning that she’d watch anything but horror. You weren’t much of a horror movie fan yourself but if it meant she would curl up in your arms; you’d turn that damn movie ‘It’ on that you’d heard so much about. You settled on Million Dollar Baby. As you were sitting on the couch next to her, you put your arm around her; having her lean her body against you. Her hand was resting on your thigh and you had to focus on the movie instead of thinking about where you really wanted that hand to be. Cash had plopped down by your feet, with Marshall and Gerry finding spots on the sofa. You wished you could capture this moment because right now this was everything you wanted your life to be. You leaned down and placed a kiss on (Y/N)’s head and she snuggled deeper into you. You had everything you wanted and needed right here. The only thing that could make it better is if she didn’t have to leave. But you weren’t going to think about that now. You were just going to enjoy this moment, and think about all the ones that were to come.

Her head was resting on your chest and you could feel her body relaxing more and more. You let yourself get comfortable as well. Your mind not really paying attention to the movie. You were thinking about the beauty in your arms and how lucky you were to see her that night in the club. Your eyes got heavy and you let them drift close. You’re not sure what startled you, but the next thing you knew your eyes popped open to find the movie over. (Y/N) was asleep in your arms, a small smile on her lips. You glanced down at your watch to find it was almost two in the morning. Shit, (Y/N) had work in the morning. You didn’t want to wake her, but you knew she’d be frantic if she woke up later on. “(Y/N),” you whispered. When she didn’t stir you gave her a little squeeze. “Hey babe, you gotta wake up. It’s almost two.” Her heavy lids slowly opened. Her smile growing wider as she saw your face.

“Mmmmm what did you say,” she asked sleepily.

“It’s almost two in the morning. Not that I want you to leave but you did say you have work tomorrow.”

She jumped out of your arms, scaring Marshall in the process. “Shit!” she whispered. “I must have fallen asleep.” She was scrambling out of the couch, looking around realizing fully where she was now.

You stretched your arms out, yawning in the process. “Yeah, we both did.”

She looked back at you then, smiling. “I really gotta go.” You stood up knowing what she was saying was true but still wishing that you had more time with her. She popped up and gave you a quick kiss on the lips. “I’ll call you tomorrow,” she promised as she turned to grab her stuff and leave.

You weren’t having any of it. You grabbed her waist and pulled her back against you. “That’s not how you say goodbye to your boyfriend when you leave him for a week.” You whispered into her ear.

“Boyfriend, huh?” you could tell your use of the term had her intrigued.

“Yep,” you answered, your hands rubbing up and down her back.

“So, how exactly am I supposed to then,” she queried.

“Like this,” you said as your lips found hers. She opened immediately to you. Sweeping her tongue in to dance with yours. It went on for a long time like that, your mouths exploring each other; neither one of you wanting it to end. She finally broke the kiss, both of you breathing harshly.

“I really do have to go,” (Y/N) said again.

“Are you ok to drive home,” concern laced your voice.

Smiling up at you she responded, “Yes, I’m good to drive. I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too,” you replied honestly, with that she slinked out of your arms; grabbing her purse and heading out the door.

She called you the next night as she was packing for her trip. “Are you sure you don’t need to me to come over and help,” you half teased her.

“I have to be at the airport at five a.m. or maybe I’d say yes to that.”

“Who’s taking you to the airport? I usually get up around then to work out, I could take you,” you offered.

“Thanks, but Jim is picking me up.”

“Who’s Jim?”

“Just a guy I work with. He’s going to Denver as well.” You felt a twinge of jealousy. (Y/N) had never mentioned this Jim guy before. Was he good looking? Better yet, what were his feelings towards (Y/N). You had so many questions reeling inside your head, but you weren’t sure how to ask them. This was all kinds of new to you; you weren’t used to being this jealous. Your silence must have prompted her to add, “don’t worry he’s married with kids, and like as old as my dad.”

“I wasn’t worried,” you quickly answered back. That was a lie, but you were relieved that this Jim character wasn’t going to be hitting on your girl.

“I’m gonna put you on speaker,” she told you. “just gotta grab a few more things and I’ll be good to go.”

“How was work today,” you asked.

“Pretty good, I just tried to get everything caught up before leaving. I hate walking back into the office with a million things still piled on my desk. Oh, by the way, I mentioned to Becca that I gave you her number to give to Jamie. But I also told her that you guys had training camp so it might be a while before he calls. I didn’t want to get her hopes up and then have him not call her or something.”

“I’m sure he will at some point, but he can be rather slow when it comes to women. I’m usually his wingman, but he’s gotta fly solo from now on. Not sure if you heard, but I’m off the market,” you teased.

(Y/N) giggled. “Mmhmm, I had heard something like that. Lucky girl.”

“Nah, I’m the lucky one.”

The conversation continued for about an hour, before (Y/N) finally said. “Well, I should get going. I want to grab a quick shower tonight.” God, what you wouldn’t give to be in that shower with her.

“Yeah, ok; I get it. Kick me to the curb.”

“Oh, stop,” she laughed. “You know I would stay on the phone all night with you if I could.”

“I know. Text me when you land so I know you got there ok.”

“Ok, I will. Talk to you soon.” She said and made a kissing noise into the phone.

You reciprocated with one of your own. “Bye babe. Be safe.” With that, you hung up the phone and headed to bed yourself. These next few days were going to be endless, knowing you couldn’t see or touch her.

#Love Me Anyway Series #tyler seguin #tyler seguin imagine #tyler seguin imagines #dallas stars imagine #dallas stars imagines #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #nhl fanfic #hockey imagine #hockey imagines #hockey fanfiction

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danahmbisyosangdoktora · 5 years ago

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Wow, I’m ten months behind in this supposed “drama list” ??? LOL why did I even try? I should just accept the fact that I am no longer capable of maintaining this blog. Just kidding! Of course... I still have to do this!

Here’s the many dramas I have watched for the past months I’ve been... away... and working (wew! you know, I’m employed *winks*... but can still watch ofc ofc #asiandramaislife)

NOTE: I’m not gonna include the plot anymore because it takes so much characters and effort. Also I don’t have much luxury of time to rephrase each of them (because we don’t tolerate copy-paste here). I mean I only get them from Wiki! Anyway...

FEBRUARY Let’s Fight Ghost Rating: ★★★★☆ | Moderate plot Country: South Korea Genre: Horror, Mystery, Romantic Comedy No. of Episodes: 16 Thoughts: Watched this because of my number one bae, Kim So-hyun!!! This has been on my list since time immemorial but only decided to watch it this year and month. This is a breather from my usual high school drama (because I so dig this theme/genre) since it includes some uh, supernatural elements. Over-all, it was wrapped up nicely and the drama is such a good mix of different... flavors, be it horror, mystery, romance and comedy... I must say. Finished Watching: February 02, 2019

Witch’s Love Rating: ★★★☆☆ | Light plot Country: South Korea No. of Episodes:12 Genre: Romantic Comedy, Fantasy Thoughts: I LITERALLY WATCHED THIS BECAUSE I SAW A CLIP ON FB AND THOUGHT THE LEAD ROLE GUY WAS CHANYEOL!!! #clown. It’s my first time to see Yoon So-Hee in a lead role. The last I saw her was in the Ruler: Master of the Mask. The drama is cute! I really ship the main actors!!! It’s kind of confusing in the middle but soon, you’ll get a hang of it... or is it just me? Finished Watching: February 07, 2019.

SKY Castle Rating: ★★★★★ | Heavy plot Country: South Korea No. of Episodes: 20 + special Genre: Satire, Drama, Black Comedy, Family, School Thoughts: I HAVE NEVER SEEN A DRAMA THIS HEAVY??? Maybe it’s just me?? Coz this is the first time I shifted from the usual mood and age of the actors I watch??? I’ve only been seeing tweets about this drama during it’s airing that said “it’s a must-watch” and the like so I literally got curious and watched it. I don’t remember how exactly I felt during the earlier parts of the drama but I’m sure I never dropped it/delayed it until I was able to keep up with the weekly release of episodes. It’s a total page-turner if it is compared to a book. I really like how it was able to portray the side of education that most people with not-so-obsessed-with-merit-parents don’t understand; the manipulation, the strict competition and the emotional impact it brings to the family ganoin. I love how each family has their own issue and how it all got twisted together (I’m that obsessed with angst). It could really be just me because it’s my first time but I totes recommend!!!!!! Finished Watching: February 11, 2019

On Your Wedding Day (Movie) Rating: ★★ ☆☆☆ | Light plot Country: South Korea Genre: Melodrama, Romance Thoughts: Meh. Just kidding! I watched this during one of my night duties together with my workmate. She was actually the one who’s watching, naki-panood lang ako lol the plot really didn’t appeal to me... or because my attention wasn’t on it full time because I remember we stopped for a moment because I had to work hehe anyway, as someone who fancies... tragedies, it’s nice to see a drama which deviates from the usual happy ending of lead roles. Finished Watching: February 20, 2019

MARCH Hwayugi Rating: ★★★★☆ | Moderate Plot Country: South Korea No. of Episodes: 20 Genre: Fantasy, Romance, Comedy, Horror Thoughts: I remember watching this because I was in the mood for a supernatural theme.This has been on my list since its release too but only found the mood to watch this month. It’s the right amount of every genre, I love how it turned out. I watched this alongside four other dramas hahaha la lung, just to put it out there.

I wasn’t able to note what date I exactly finished this though.

Romance is a Bonus Book Rating: ★★★★☆ | Light plot Country: South Korea No. of Episodes: 16 Genre: Comedy, Romance, Life, Drama Thoughts: Watched this when it’s on-going because it’s my number one oppa and nation’s boyfriend, LJS! I was actually surprised he was paired with a noona but ofc ofc, he was able to carry it. I was kilig the entire time! This is actually very close to my heart; aside from it being the last drama of LJS before enlisting, he was actually a Chief Editor!!! He’s really out there outdoing the man of my dreams by taking all roles/professions I like for my man and myself be it a journalist, a doctor, a lawyer/prosecutor and here, an editor. It’s actually not that deep? It focused on how one found love in the middle of career development and adulting. I really admire Jong Suk’s character here because he’s not the type to shove his feelings to the woman and respected whatever decisions she has. Finished Watching: March 29, 2019

Cart (Movie) Rating: ★★★★☆ | Moderate plot Country: South Korea Genre: Life, Drama, Family Thoughts: This was just one of my ‘catching-up-with-EXO-dramas’ moment. Okay, I cried. The plot isn’t perfect but it’s super powerful, it was able to speak volumes. It’s not enough (for a movie) but it was able to talk about the struggle of the working class and was able to show the wicked side of employers and how the upper class together with the media and the government handle situations such as workers’ protest. Just a little eye-opener to those who can’t seem to understand this matter. Finished Watching: March 29, 2019

JUNE Criminal Minds Rating: ★★★★☆ | Moderate plot Country: South Korea No. of Episodes: 20 Genre: Action, Mystery, Detective Thoughts: I was randomly watching tvN via SKY Cable (yes free promo) when I stumbled upon its episode 12. My mom joined me and we got hooked and curious, she asked me to search for the drama so we can watch it from the start. I think this was the first time that I watched an investigative drama. Not sure if Terius Behind Me and Strong Woman Bong Soon count so this was probably a first. Also, based on my little research, there are cases incorporated in the drama that actually happened in real life in Korea. I really love this! Finished Watching: June 09, 2019

Her Private Life Rating: ★★★★★ | Light plot Country: South Korea No. of Episodes: 16 Genre: Comedy, Romance Thoughts: I HAVE NEVER RELATED TO A DRAMA SO BAD AS I DID HERE!!! Of course, it’s a fangirl’s story!!! This was a bit anticipated by stan twitter and I’m one of them. Watched this while it’s on-going. Although the fangirl life was put aside in the middle of the plot to give way for the romance, I was glad someone thought of making a drama out of a fangirl’s perspective. I must say, Deok Mi is one hell of a fangirl! I can only dream of being on her level. Of course, that’s understandable because her character is a masternim.

To conclude my thought on this drama in two words: SANA ALL! Finished Watching: June 10, 2019

Put Your Head On My Shoulders Rating: ★★★★☆ | Light plot Country: China No. of Episodes: 24 Genre: Youth, School, Romance, Comedy Thoughts: My coming-of-age and high school romance fix! This was one of the many “Facebook made me watch this” because again, I saw a clip of this drama on FB and got curious so I watched it! Haha I seriously can make a list of this sort though. I was lucky to be able to catch it while it’s on-going hahaha so much for #TeamOnGoing. It’s cute, tamang kilig ba. Finished Watching: June 21, 2019

It’s not a lot because I only watch whenever I’m off duty, whenever I get off from work or whenever I can squeeze it during work hours while waiting for blood work he he he

Some people ask how I manage watching this lot.

Answer: just watch a lot.

The past months, I realize I’ve been watching a minimum of five dramas at the same time. Since most of the dramas I watch are all on-going, it’s not that hard to watch all of them. I watch either which ever drama updates first or what I feel watching first. Actually, each drama has their own schedules naman... one drama I watch either updates on Wed/Thu, another Thu/Fri then one on Fri/Sat and so on kaya it’s really not that hard. It’s also the reason why I get to watch completed dramas because each episodes only run for maximum of 1 hour and 30 minutes so let’s say, 4 on-going dramas with 2 episode-updates wont really take a day for me to finish. Remember, we have seven days in a week! So while waiting for the on-going dramas to update, that’s when I watch the completed ones. I only mentally schedule my on-going and completed dramas so I can watch them all equally and just in time when I can still retain what happened on the last episode I left off. Pero there are also times when I like the completed drama so much, I finish it in two days. I stopped finishing dramas in 24hrs because I have commitment issues, ayoko yung iniiwan ako agad cHAROT HAHAHA ANUDAW

Anyway, ayun lang naman! Let’s see each other again for the other half of this year’s Drama List!

#adrama #kdrama #asian drama #korean drama #kdrama list #drama #Let's Fight Ghost #Witch's Love #SKY Castle #On Your Wedding Day #Hwayugi #Romance is a Bonus Book #Cart #Criminal Minds #Her Private Life #Put Your Head on My Shoulder

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gay-slabies · 5 years ago

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mod & character introductions!!

Hello, and welcome to our Countryhuman’s Ask Blog! This blog is one in which the mods (and there are eight of us) each have certain characters who we will write and draw for, meaning that asks geared towards certain characters will also be geared towards certain mods! The vague plot is that the characters all live together in one big house and just sort of vibe... This isn’t supposed to get too serious, y’know!

Below the cut are everyone’s intros! Make sure to read them, because we all worked hard to get this blog up and running and we would like to be able to meet you all! The nicknames come from our Discord server, by the way, in case you were wondering about the oddity.

The blog also only follows any of the mods who have a Tumblr, so check the Following list if you want to talk with us one-on-one!!

hi im cursed and im the person who cant draw for shit because i hvae to laptop with mousepad. Well ma'am, the lab results came back and This is hard to say but Your son tested highly on our simp scale Oh goodness gracious But doctor, what does it even mean to be a simp? Well son, allow me to explain- (Nacho: Cursed has America, Mexico, and Australia)

Hey, I’m Mango! As listed in the description, my pronouns are she/her. My acc is @strangled-mangoes if you have any personal questions :). The countries I’m doing are Estonia and Spain. Estonia is very chaotic,, shorts in the snow, crocs with socks... you know that guy I’m talking about. The “It’s not even that cold” guy,, him. (The poison. The poison for kuzco. The poison chosen especially to kill kuzco. Kuzco’s poison). Now Spain... he’s a little different. Okay, a lot different. He’s basically an ex-homophobe turned gay and is now protesting for trans rights. Sorry if that’s a little confusing, I’m bad at summarizing things haha

Hello!! I’m Moderator Nacho, the father of these hellchildren! I am Exe’s husband, but don’t let father and husband disallude you- I am biologically and mentally female uwu. Yes I use uwu. Call me a furry all you want. Your words are like bites from a baby that hasn’t grown teeth yet. Disgusting and harmless. ANYWHO, I am one who tends to go off on a tangent, but can still structure out a plot, as well as being more than willing to give people Big Answers to their asks!!!! Also... apparently I apologize too much. Besides all of that, the countries I will be answering asks for are as follows: Lithuania, The United Arab Emirates, China, Northern Native America, and Russia. If I misrepresent a country in a way you don’t agree with, then feel free to tell me! I will gladly listen and take what you say into account, especially if you are ethnically or religiously knowledgable on the country. My Lithuania... is a bit of a bitch, plain and simple, but it’s kinda valid, since he is Very Old. My UAE is a difficult bow to unravel- He’s very bigoted towards anything LGBT+, but Something happens to change that :). My China is non-binary and like 4000 years old... He’ll fuck anything that moves if he can convince it into bed, but he is also very formal and polite when he wants to be. My Native America is actually just the northern half, and she is... chaotic, to say the least. My Russia? Himbo. That’s all I need to say. He’s the very definition of a himbo. Look up himbo in the dictionary and it’s just a page full of pictures of Russia.

Hi yes hello, I'm Satan, and I say trans rights. I'm the only irish lad with these lads, and you already know my pronouns, they/them. I'll be doing Russian Empire and The Soviet Union, R.E has much inner homophobia, and Sov tries (and fails) to be badass. You cant run from being fluffy. And I'm also ace, and into girls uwu.(my least favourite skittle is purple)

Greetings all, I’m Mod Exe. You could also just go to call me the German-Soviet, young kinda boomer mother of like; 15 kids with a cat and a she/her husband. My pronouns are they/them with the occasional she/her mixed in. I’m tryna figure stuff out. I’m one out of three European Mods (Mod Satan and Mod Corn)! I might misspell stuff because out of all these freaks here, I’m the only one whose first language is not English. I apologize in advance. The countries I will doodle and answer asks from are West Germany, Third Reich, German Empire (Second Reich) and The Weimar Republic. My headcanons for them might be weird but hey, isn’t that literally all of us? That’s all I wanted to say already! Sincerely, Exe.

Hehejehehhehe Mod Void here! I’m your local otaku who knows absolutely almost nothing about the outside world, and is also Canasain. I draw a lot, and if you want to check out my underdeveloped and only just started ‘art’ blog, it’s @bluevoid27 . As stated in the description, She/Her pronouns! I’m also in charge of these beans: Antarctica, Greenland, Canada, Philippines, and Martial. My take on these characters may be a bit different from the most popular versions. Antarctica is still bean, but is presumably hiding a less pure version. Greenland is well, kind of overprotective of Antarctica, but is still a nice child who’s also NB. Canada is probably the one who’s been altered the most, let me tell ya, in Canada, we aren’t as nice as the stereotypes, so this version is a bit more reckless, still loves syrup, and has some sort of trouble showing he’s sorry (wow what a surprise!). Philippines is your classic Pinoy, karaoke master, hopeless jokester, and just a carefree dude in general. Martial is your angry Pinoy, with threats like “Gusto mo palo?” while holding up a sandal. He still resembles somewhat of his brother, but is way more aggressive and rough on the edges. Salutations, I’m Moderator Discord (no, not MLP, but the actual Apphuman)! As stated in the description, my pronouns are they/them/she/her (although I prefer they/them the majority of the time). I know way too many memes and vines for my own good, and I also have rather unusual headcanons! My account is @statehumans-maryland in case you have any personal questions, and the Countryhumans I will be doing are East Germany, South Korea, and Poland! • East Germany is a soft boi who loves his sister, West Germany, and h̶a̶s̶ ̶a̶ ̶b̶i̶g̶ ̶f̶a̶t̶ ̶c̶r̶u̶s̶h̶ ̶o̶n̶ likes his best friend, Poland! He is basically one of the most innocent and wholesome people you will find on this planet — plus, he’s a farmer’s boy, so that’s neat! • South Korea is someone who is rather worn down from the shenanigans with his brother (North Korea) causing all sorts of trouble and not exactly having the relationship with him, but he’s overall a very cheerful person (though he does well at concealing his inner turmoil) who is generally friendly with others and more than willing to take responsibility for his brother’s actions, as well as deal with the consequences for such actions (even though it’s very unjustified and unnecessary). He also has a polyamorous relationship with Martial Law and Japan. • Poland is the epitome of a gentleman and will never hesitate to correct himself should he make the slightest of what he perceives as “mistakes” in his mannerisms (though he’s very slowly slipping out of it because c’mon, this is 2020, ain’t nobody got time for formalities). Overall, he is a very good friend to have, has a fair bit of anxiety, and h̶a̶s̶ ̶d��e̶e̶p̶ ̶f̶e̶e̶l̶i̶n̶g̶s̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶h̶i̶s̶ ̶b̶e̶s̶t̶ ̶f̶r̶i̶e̶n̶d̶ is very close friends with East Germany.

Mod Corn is currently busy, but has given us permission to add their intro later, so look for that!

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radio-charlie · 4 years ago

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Hey Charles! Heres an ask for you. You are hip and current. what do you suggest a completely imaginary person whos tastes in many culture things is really out dated and old, but who desires to be more invested in current culture read or watch or listen to or do? All suggestions are welcome. and an unrelated question thats bothered me a while: how do they clean out those natural looking onsen with rocks and things? what if they get slimy or contaminated.

wow hmm as i truly have no idea who this completely imaginary person could be, the following suggestions are not closely tailored to their preferences at all:

these youtube channels emmymadeinjapan : a nice japanese-american lady tries all manner of foods and recipes, she even did a military rations series pangzai : he’s a farmer from hebei province in china, got viral because he can drink like nobodys business, extremely popular in that country. has some nice vids showing his life in rural northern china. there’s a lot more going on at his twitter but idk how this person feels abt looking at twitter boiler room : one of my favorite music youtubes ever, they show a lot of cool electronic music artists and they stream performances from all over the world (but the focus is on the UK). all shows are free to watch and sometimes u can even download sessions! not a youtube channel but soulection radio also has great and very current music

i don’t think this person wants to know about any fights between famous ppl or call-outs etc so will not recommend anything on the subject

online publications:

https://jessicainthekitchen.com/how-to-make-whipped-coffee-dalgona-coffee-tips/ for if they’d like to learn how to make a coffee that took movement control order malaysia by storm just 2 months ago. apparently it’s very good but my friends couldn’t sleep afterwards lolol

http://www.the-wknd.com/v3/

a mag that posts stuff about hip and current music in south-east asia. i found out about the venopian solitude from them! the singer-songwriter for that band writes extremely sick burns into her songs, sadly the sickest of the burns are in malay but i can translate for this person if they’d like.

https://forafricans.tumblr.com/

a great blog showing pics and vids of daily life in different parts of africa. it’s cool to see photographs that humanise africans more i guess, and show the complexities of their existence, instead of being all like OOO look at these Resilient and Exotic Peoples enduring such horrible hopeless circumstances

phew. sorry dude i can’t really think of much more at the moment. but will bring up more things as they come to mind with the passage of time.

haha re: the onsen q, the onsens i’ve seen have a little drainage filter at the bottom and a water supply that can be turned off. so i think when they wanna clean those they just open up the drainage, let all the water out then give everything a good scrub, rinse thoroughly and then refill. luckily the one i went to in yufuin wasn’t slimy at all, maybe coz not many ppl use it everyday too

hope this person enjoys some of these things! thanks for the ask

#food cw #parles #long post

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rich50g-blog · 4 years ago

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Starting anew

Hi i am Richard i was married for over 30 years to a non loving woman, a month ago i decided to find a loving woman for the rest of my life. I am 67 so maybe not impossible thing to accomplish but will be difficult to find someone who would love an old man, I am not wealthy by any means i will tell why that matters later, I also moved to Kingwood Texas i worked here 30 years ago and loved all the trees and trails for biking and walking. New apartment took me a while to get settled in, when i first got here i started having some problems with my left knee and hip, my hip was pain my knee was weakness so much so if i put all my weight on it i would fall down, I know how to fall from past experiences with weak ankles, i mostly scrape a knee nothing too serious. So I have also signed up for several dating sights some are worthless some are ok, some attract scammers who love old guys to try and weasel money from them, that happened to me 8 times before i stopped using the site., then i tried Zoosk, and was attracting all the wrong woman i thought, mostly gray haired old sad ladies, I realize i am old gray haired old sad man but thought i could get someone a little younger and intelligent. i next joined Anastasia-date, mostly Ukraine with some Russian ladies thrown in, most liked my age and my pictures, so that worked out pretty well, i would do a search for a particular city, and height of the lady, nothing else was added, I am 6′2″ so liked taller ladies 5′8 and up. that was easy there are a lot of tall slavis women, then after a couple of chats i learned to search ladies with no kids, I have had my kids did not need anymore, i also looked for ladies over 35 because the ones under that all wanted babies or family. I have two grown daughters and after my youngest was born i had not one but two Vasectomy’s which was fun no. hehe So my search contained height, no kids, over 35, and i added different levels of English, I found out Intermediate was not good either the ladies did not understand a word i said or typed, they had to use a translator program so then i would add Advanced or fluent to my search, the advanced ladies knew moer English and understood me pretty much. So the only problem i noticed with the women here was the men there, every one mentioned how selfish the men were there and only wanted sex and no relationship, So i was getting more and more information into what these ladies wanted in a man and not wanted. So I fit my profile to feel their wants and needs, Wow I started to get some beautiful, intelligent women who preferred older men, they trust them not to be selfish, and conceded like most not all slavic men. I will not put all of the men there in the category but a lot are, some examples a pretty 30 year old lady with 3 kids from Odessa Ukraine, I mean she is gorgeous, intelligent and dumped by her husband who found a much younger woman, She raised 3 kids so far by herself for 10 years because her husband did not want the responsibility to bother him. What a loser and he has not seen his kids since he left with new girlfriend, ok anyway she is very nice and pretty but finding a lady with 3 kids was not my idea of life, so i told her goodbye, sorry i have to have somethings about the ladies taht i can live with. that was not one of them, you won’t believe the next one, who was a stewardess living in Odessa, what a crazy bitch oh my, oh yea there is something called video chat, not all ladies have it, but this one did, she was pretty and tall ok and she was 30 with not kids again ok. She started stripping I mean to nothing, and playing with herself i was not prodding her to do anything my mouth was open in awe of what was happening, by the way video chat is very expensive. Next this crazy woman starts to talk about her mother, I go ok as she talks more and more about her telling me how pretty she is and stuff, again i know i should have left the chat but i wanted to see what this woman was going to do next, well next made me sick, this whole entire time she was setting me up to have sex with her and her mother, my gosh sorry that is sick to me, so now i have had enough I closed the video chat and blocked her from contacting me again, One thing i was starting to find out was none of the ladies i had talked to wanted to or thought of leaving the site, they said they felt safe, but me thinks that the site programmed them to never leave, because site only makes money if they get men to chat with them, So none of the ladies even mention it when i ask they change the subject. The thing is i came to figure out is this site and most of them do not want the people to ever meet, they make it so hard to meet it is almost impossible too, the women do not realize this or if they do afraid to leave the site because they live in old communist state and they were told to do everything and obey without question. That is why anytime i would ask a lady to leave this site to like Google Hangouts they would say maybe later i still have not made enough money on you yet haha here is another thing all chats are monitored and if you were to type the name of a free site the monitor would dot out what you typed. Again they do not want the girls to meet anyone they lose money if that happens., So I still talk to a couple of ladies just to chat and see how life in their country is.Most of them are still bad, but flights to Europe are opening up. Ukraine still has civil war going on and no body can fly there for obvious reasons they shoot down airliners. for the ladies to get to the area they have to take a bus to Kiev and fly from there, riding the bus through a bad area. So it is not easy, because of Covid I would talk to many ladies because the chance of visiting them was almost impossible because of borders closed.. Ok moving on i had two MRI’s last week and i was given a appointment with a neurosurgeon, they told me i have degenerative disc disease in spin lumbar causing pressure on nerves and spinal stenosis, but i did not understand it could be surgery or physical therapy and med . we will see. Ok while i was looking at the Europe dating site I had found the Asian one mostly Chinese women who are all very beautiful and good wife's they also think older men are better because the young ones they cannot trust, this site is owned and operated by the Europe one with same features, I found here that most of the ladies here do not want babies over 35, so again my search criteria consisted of over 35 at first but i changed that later for another reason. I would also in search add wealthy or rich, just to see how many women turned up, hundreds of not thousands of ladies starting from 19 on up. and again they are looking hard for old guys they can trust. Most were business owners from very rich families. originally i was not in this for money but i got to think why not i am on SSN and a small Pension so heck yes. ok I first got a letter from woman 1 on July 9th, two days later her sister wrote one. Shes lady 2. lady number 1′s letter said she was a banker wanting to invest in the U S and moving their business here, yea what are the odds right? Well when i got her sisters lady number 2 who told me their family where heirs to the Qing Dynasty, i did my research and found that their family is one of the oldest and riches family in China. So wow, this is the arrangement the sisters wanted to make with me, I would marry one of them and the other would be my concubine. What the heck? So now i have to chose between a gorgeous 27 year old or the other sister a beautiful 19 year old, who are promising to fly here in private jet. ,Oh yea i have set up a call to the girls next week and supposed to talk with Dad as well. No pressure right? Now i am getting a little nervous the girls are telling me that their father wants me to take over the family, because Dad wants to retire,I was a manager and engineer for ATT for over 30 years but this would be managing the wealthiest family business in China. Yes it is getting very real now, oh yes on the dating site on my search for rich or wealthy or business owners thousands of ladies profiles appeared I talked to some but very immature would in first chat say they have loved me all of their life, this was common with most of them i talked too, The younger sister is cute but i can tell is very immature so chances are i am going to chose the older sister who owns several banks, and wants to move her business to the U S which allows me to live where i want too, my choice is San Diego, i grew up there and love it there, by the beach both girls seem excited about that.Well its 5 in the morning my hip will not let me sleep but i am going to try again, night all till tomorrow for more Richie

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randomlerson75 · 6 years ago

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Stuff people at my high school have said or done

• “I’ll just pretend I broke my ankle. I’ll limp a little”

• “You’re face doesn’t even have many bones”

• “Do you wipe your ass with your fingers”

• “I look cute though so I’m saving it”

• “They’re not dirty minded they just have a sexy brain”

• “This is not a good situation now. I’m not happy”

• *sleeping in class and randomly screams* “STOP!!!”

• “I’m coloring my weed symbol”

• “I stretch pretty violently I’m sorry”

• “I look like I’m more full of life than you”

•”I’m a good person” “haha ok”

• “I’m gonna round it to the nearest 11”

• “You don’t always have to swallow”

• “What a fucking time to be alive”

• “why are you harissing me”

• “That’s why you turn around and punch him in the face”. “I don’t have time”

• “You are the highest grade”

• “Does it taste normal”. “No it tastes good”

• “Why are we all up in this cold ass blueberry”

• “The sun can’t be that hot”

• “I could have overreached but that would make me stupid”

• “I’m all muscle bro, it’s tight on me”

• ”I’m a stripper that’s how I make my money”

• “You’re my mom” *talking to the teacher*

• “Are you high” “just get it off”

• *laughs normally* “you sound like a pedophile”

• “Pinkie ring until I roll”

• *about to jump off a cliff in a video for free diving* “push her”

• “Capitalism is ok”

• “It’s so funny how you can be alive one second and dead the next”

• “Change the m in marijuana to a j. Jarijuana”

• *teacher puts desk in the hallway*

• “He smoked water”

• “You can’t speak Latin” “Can you?”

• “May I acquire a pencil” “yes you may” “have a blessed day”

• “I’m going to write a book about how depressed I am”

• “God has forsaken me”

• *girls trying to stab each other with scissors*

• “I got a pretty long weenus. It looks like a penis”

• “My skeleton is twerking”

• *draws a skeleton twerking* “this is why it’s fun to learn art”

• “Why does he have eye holes?” “He’s a skeleton”

• “Don’t get my businesses ”

• “YOU ARE A WHORE”

• “love is so good”

• “Happy 17th day of birth”

• “You know it’s cold when you walk outside and it’s cold

• “why are you smiling like a creep Jess?” “That’s my normal face”

• “I’m living my best life, right here right now”

• *About thirty kids doing nothing but snapping*

• “Yes, I am very racist about smart boards”

• “I used to be like ;) but now I’m like :|”

• “Physically I’m here but mentally I’m still at home”

• “Emotions are like hurricanes. They never go where they are suppose too”

• “it took me a whole 27 minutes”

• “I would pay for the fire alarm to go off again”

• “Why did we get such a gay name like Florence”

• “this is my dad” *points to Albert Einstein

• *A REAL debate on wether to rip the clippy part off of mechanical pencils*

• “Not gonna lie. I grinded a friends marathon this weekend”

• “FINISH THE TEA”

• “You should know to never mess with another persons tech deck”

• “She has a thing against white people even though she’s white”

• “Speak of the devil. All white, what a fright”

• “You are a children”

• “You think a bull in a china shop? How about a bomb in a restaurant”

• “Me do”

• “I cheesed myself”

• “I never said I was going to jump you at Bojangles”

• “Knitting is VERY fun”

• “I’m not good enough, I’m great enough”

• “North Korea, South Korea, Same thing”

• *drops pencil* “NOOOOOOOOO”

• *light flickers* “excuse you”

• “You can make Australia bigger?”

• “Why don’t we burn people at the stake anymore for doing crimes. It was proven very effective”

• “It’s like I went into the pits of hell”

• “Can I borrow her crutches” “She has a lot”

• “You have arms?”

• “I was born thick”

• “I wasn’t sick I was drunk”

• “be a good person. Go go go”

• “Lotion and ravioli”

• “It smells like weed in here”

• “F*ck oxygen”

• “bring it back tomorrow or you die”

• “Tables are for glasses, not asses”

• “Stick it in between her boobs”

• “A lot of religions end in ism” “Christianiaism”

• “I just want someone to snort my ashes. That would be cool. Mix it with a little cocaine”

• “The United States of Australia”

• “Clark Kent who. I’m kidding, that’s not even Spider-Man”

• “Mental cheese”

• “Your blood is not supposed to make whistling noises”

• “Who sleeps on a Friday night”

• “A whole ass race”

• “that’s a sexy button” “I know right”

• *Screams* “and....”

• “Judaism is neither a religion or race”

• “Have you ever met someone and thought ‘wow. I would feel no remorse killing you’”

•“I hate this school with a burning passion”

•“Beep beep in your seats”

•“What is wrong with the world? The simulation is breaking”

•“What if we’re each other’s dad”

•“You use mental gymnastics to get around your head and get what you want”

•”You can’t just roll up to North Korea. You have to beat me in bingo”

•*teachers wear a dress and played despacito on the trumpet*

• “He’s a stingy boi”

• “A for anarchy? Dude i wish”

• “shut up I’m choking”

• “The snack the smiles back” “GOLDFISH!!!”

• “Where’s the pointy boi?” “I don’t know. I have the thick boi”

• “Dude. Fish can’t talk”

• “Stop taking my eraser” “it’s a ruler” “it can be whatever it wants to be”

• “A female vacuum is attractive”

• “I can love you but not like you”

• “I am mother gothel mentally, physically and spiritually

• “Mother gothel is my religion”

• “IM GETTING A COW!!!!”

• “It’s like Leonardo Da’Vinchi but instead it’s Leonardo Decaprio”

• “I wish I had some crippling disease. Schizophrenia would be nice”

• “I’m gonna kill someone for the rush of adrenaline I’ll get. I’ll get pumped, then I’ll work out”

• “Should I become an important political figure”

• “My cats might have eaten him”

• “Who else is trying to overthrow the government”

• “Where’s our kid?” “He looked at me funny and I had to teach him a lesson. I flushed him down the toilet”

• “I text Jesus all the time”

• “You are a saucy boi”

• “Your neck is really soft. Do you know that?”

• “Um. No professor. I don’t give a fuck”

• “Bro I look like a whole ass beetle”

• “You know? I’m definitely going to hell. But I’ve accepted that”

• “We need to go to the woods and have a collective cry”

• “Moths = whore”

• “Can we watch more food videos”

• “Just outlive the old people and health care prices can go back to normal”

• “Let’s just start the gladiator games again to handle population”

• “I’ll be Michael Phelps”

• “Don’t you just hate it when Nolan steps on your 69 Barbie head”

• “He’s so 20”

• “LITTLE BOY! WHERE ARE YOUR NIPPLES”

• “You guys disgust me”

• “I thought I had a good nights sleep but then I stood up and was like ‘oh no’”

• “you look better as an apple”

• “Why the fuck does it smell like weed in here. Mrs. Burch be blazing it up”

• “What is the coast of South Carolina growing” “Fish”

• “Why are we here on Halloween but not on Thanksgiving”

• “Even though I’m 18 I still might go trick or treating”

• “All minors should be allowed to trick or treat”

• “Tomorrow is not today, is it?”

• “ah yes, the glorious uno and dos”

• “I think Kanye is a crackhead”

• “Like. She’s not hideous”

• “Casserole and Gatorade?”

• “That’s what Google’s for girly”

• “this class has corrupted me”

• “You stepped on my fat”

• “What would Jesus do?”

• *Squeaks kazoo in anguish*

• “We’re going to watch a video about the depression” “weird, nobody has been following me around with cameras”

• “Approximately 50 minutes till ice cream”

• “Did you know heroin is not good for you?”

• “I have the constant need to fight myself and my demons”

• “what the hell?” “I know”

• “you are crack-a-lakin me up”

• “I have no muscles so what’s the point”

• “Flex on the legless”

• “didn’t that movie come out in November? Fifty shades of green?”

• *County music blares from another class down the hall*

• “I got a twin brother” “What’s his name” “Pj”

• “Keep the iPhone in your ear”

• “Super white red lipstick”

• “They just need a lot more dollars”

• “Don’t be like Anthony” “Isn’t he your son”

• “There’s a lot that needs to happen in the next.... today”

• *Plays bagpipe music walking down the hallway*

• “Say sorry to Billie Eilish”

• “We should make army merch”

• “Some of us have bitch lips”

• “Time is moco loco”

• “Alfred Adler sounds like Adolf Hitler”

• “Albert Einstein is my favorite president” “YES”

• “It’s winter berries”

• “She just unfollowed your ass”

• “Do you ever get so mad you’re like rrrrr”

• “Bear Grills filtered that shit”

• “The US army is trying to recruit us with socks and bandannas”

• “This dude tastes bad”

• “I’m a sophisticated retard”

• “It’ll get your heart rate up” “I think asthma will make my heart rate go down”

• “She was like egh and the he was like EGH”

• *Door won’t open* “DISRESPECTFUL”

• “if she wasn’t my sister she would be my baby”

• “Will you let me make love to an Oreo”

• “Directions turn me on”

• “I’ll eat you” “Dude that’s gay”

• “you’ve been had a 69 in here”

• “I’m gonna be real with you. Hayden is a whole ass lesbian”

• “I’m sorry that picture is ugly. Sorry sis”

• “A whole jump suit with pikachu on it”

• “He’s been birthed”

• “Ru Paul’s drag race has been dragged”

• “Imma sip some chlorine”

• “why do you gotta throw up”

• “suicidal dog collar”

• “I’m pulling out Murphy’s head ass”

• “you’re gonna be single forever”

• “Do you trust me?” “No” “why” “you know why” “I told the truth after”

• “I didn’t mean to make her suicidal”

• “I did it in the most respectful way I possible could” “oh Jesus”

• “it’s not my fault she had that much of a connection”

• “she’s a sly bitch”

• *dresses in a Thomas the train hat and plays Thomas the train theme song on a piano*

• “I’m getting better at this” “what” “this”

• “It’s just my master plan to manipulate people’s emotions and have many successes in my future”

• “How do you do that” “I just empty my eyes”

• “You know what. Give me my birthday back”

• “Bitch bye. Not even cousins”

• “they go away. They don’t putt putt”

• “why” “so you don’t die in a police chase”

• “are you a virgin” “yes” *throws paper* “there’s my virginity for you”

• “I’m not stupid. I’m just not smart”

• *tries to hit someone with a decapitated mannequin head that has swim goggles on and fake blood coming out of its eyes*

• “you ignant”

• “I hope she chokes”

• “I had to sit at the edge of my chair, feet flat on the floor and hold my horn”

• “I don’t want to get my freaking hair done”

• “he hates my moms guts” “yeah no shit”

• “ok. Can you go cry over there”

• “Fuckin Jurassic world”

• “will you please beat up my mom”

• *drops phone purposefully* *immediately gets scared*

• “I want a new mom” “then break her”

• “did you just say what’s frog juice”

• *freshman walk by* “oh shit there’s a parade of them”

• “that five year old king is a queen”

• “Join the ranks”

• “Garrett’s carressing the computer” “cool”

• “You’re going into my dragons mouth”

• “Don’t snap my crab”

• “Crab breaking black belt”

• “are you milking the crab”

• “Cameron buttered my lemons”

• “Mixed with god”

• “What’s the juice”

• “I’m your bestie and you won’t even tell me the juice”

• “Let’s amazon.com this”

#generation z #gen z culture #gen z #gen z humor #high school #quotes #2000s kids

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workshop-at-mahoutokoro · 5 years ago

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Kimetsu no Yaiba Season 1 Liveblog (1-2)

@essayofthoughts Here you go, friend! Because you raved about it so much. :)

First of all, I will give anything set in the Taisho period a chance. Not quite sure how the period will be relevant to this show, but 1) I love the aesthetics and clothing from that period and 2) the themes centered around that period are intriguing and I’m wondering to what extent, if any, they are depicted here. The Taisho isn’t the most popular time period to set stories in, so it will be interesting to see if there is a rationale behind it.

Oh yeah and this is ufotable, so gorgeous animation is a given. Loving the blood and snow contrast right from the opening.

Actually...this style opening reminds me of my most favorite anime ever, despite it being more of a guilty pleasure of mine than anything, Hakkenden: Touhou Hakken Ibun (Hakkenden: the Strange Tale of the Eight Dogs of the East). It’s the raw emotion, the desperation and being left wondering how could things have turned out this way. It’s both haunting and alluring, and a really great start for these types of stories that begin with everything in ruin for our main characters.

Also, I realized that Tanjiro’s VA was familiar and turns out he did Kaneki from Tokyo Ghoul. And Alm from Fire Emblem: Shadows of Valentia! ...I will admit, I did tear up near the end of Shadows of Valentia, for various reasons and not just the voice acting, but Natsuki Hanae certainly contributed to that.

I really like the song in the background here...also the snowy forest. I’ve been really liking the snow settings in stories and shows lately.

A responsible protagonist is a good protagonist! Haha, it’s nice seeing a good big brother figure who is also responsible.

I’m already seeing my favorite Taisho style patterns...ahem. I’ll never not squee over the clothes, ok? Taisho era clothes have those brighter colors, more geometric designs than in the past and I really love them.

I love the snowy village and mountain scenes~

lol “I smell a cat” are you a cat, sir?? how do you smell that.

“I’ve got a great sense of smell!” does a good sense of smell keep you from slipping on the ice, snow, and rocks in the dead of night when you don’t even have a lantern?? let’s just say there are no demons in this world, it’s still pretty dangerous on a mountain at night with no source of light lol.

this dude looked like a normal guy right until they showed the shot of him saying “before the demons show up” lol. now you look like the scary one...

So, I do like how this kid doesn’t go galavanting off into the darkness and actually listens to an adult’s very reasonable warnings for once. yay! let us see how long it lasts.

They really did not hold back on the bloody tragedy of it all, huh. Snow is also the best poetic backdrop, here.

Huh. This demon slayer guy is interesting. I sense some projecting going on, lol. You want to talk about something, buddy? Air some grievances?

give the kid some slack, yikes. he’s not a trained demon slayer, alright? he sells coal for a living, lol.

oh wow! some monologuing that shows he sympathizes with the main character...that’s rare. ok, so monologuing isn’t always the best medium to show sympathy but it works here and it’s better than finding out ten episodes later that jerkass guy did actually sympathize with our MC’s situation.

oh so you aren’t that much of a jerk, lol. did he even wrap Nezuko up in that outer coat that got tossed aside earlier?

WOW those are some long credits.

Episode 2!

Lol this kid!

also i feel like that was a lot for some straw, bamboo, and a broken basket in those times. just saying.

Imma skip these openings and endings for now...I feel like I’ve been getting far too many spoilers from the openings and endings of shows recently.

ooh he’s building a basket out of bamboo. reminds me of this girl from China who has made really amazing things out of bamboo using the same techniques.

ok so he’s really smart in some ways and in others...his abstract thinking is a little out there. how is carrying her in a basket going to work...I mean, it will because this is fiction but lol...

yay blood! can’t have a good show about man-eating demons without the gore.

But also, is this kid actually 100% human or do fit humans just have really good reflexes in this world or what. Also, he has the nose of a dog.

oooh! That perspective change was pretty neat.

haha we had to add some comedy to lighten the mood. but realistic reactions considering this kid didn’t even wholly believe demons existed until a day ago.

also considering this guy got his head kicked off, it’s slightly terrifying that his body just starts launching itself at you.

Gotta do that shounen-y smash my head against yours move, huh. I would’ve thought about bashing the head-and-arms combo against a tree or something instead of my head, but whatever works.

HAHA WHOOPS OFF THE CLIFF WE GO.

Can’t kill them by stabbing. Kill it with fire. That always works.

See? Kill it with fire.

...Does this guy just booby trap the mountain behind his house in his free time. Or does he often test people looking to join the demon slayers.

...Ah. The word used for “train”, in Giyu’s letter asking Sakonji to train Tanjiro, is 育てる, which also has the meaning of ‘to raise’ as you would a child, as in nurturing someone.

ew keigo it’s so formal lol. also some of these people speak like in the olde times, so some of this is not wording I’m familiar with.

I relate to Tanjiro on a spiritual level, though. I, too, cannot decide things for the life of me lol, not even what I want to eat half the time.

#kimetsu no yaiba

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memorylang · 5 years ago

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I Love This Orphanage | #13 | November 2019

While walking from the orphanage after my third visit (have spent a surprising three hours), I felt serving the teachers and children there was becoming one of my absolute favorite parts of this Peace Corps service. Within my first month, I visited there five times. On my fourth occasion, I even stayed over eight hours!

I describe how I came from seeing the family to feel like part of it. I recall how the children have shown me the mirrors to my younger selves. And I tell, too, how I’m relating to different groups of children.

Witnessing Family: My First Visit

When I first arrived for just an hour at the orphanage with a friend, at once a child with a speech impediment ran up to and hugged me in the office. I felt comforted. We stepped into a play area. Young children eagerly handed me origami boxes they’d made.

Later, toddlers would tug me by the finger to show me different group bedrooms. These pointed to large group portraits of the children. They said, “their family,” in Mongolian and named each member. 57 children live here.

I twinged with sadness when they pointed to those they said went to homes. Ultimately, that’s a goal. But I love these children together. In another room, I watched the children hop from bed to bed, as my own brother and I did when we were little. I sat down for a moment at a bench.

I saw something beautiful. An adorable toddler who kept dashing around to things (the same four-year-old who tugged my finger to bring me places) was doing a headstand. A younger girl beside her, emulating, started to headstand. But the toddler fell into the younger one. At once, the younger girl sobbed. A little boy ran up to the sobbing girl and picked her up. Then the toddler came over and kissed the girl she knocked over. And just like that, the younger one stopped crying. The children returned to plodding around the room with whomever.

I felt privileged to be here among the children.

Becoming Family

On my third visit arrived again an English teacher I met briefly my first two times at the orphanage. She was shortish, always beaming. She hadn’t time to remove her coat before children clustered around her. A toddler hardly tall enough to reach her waist hugged her legs. Then we went inside to teach a couple English lessons.

As for me, the children always noticed on my silver blazer my golden Peace Corps pin with its Mongolian and American flags above the white dove. I feel like when the younger children see the Mongolian flag, they seem to accept me as a friend, even without knowing me. I always have to explain the dove to them, hehe.

And by my fourth visit, I realized when it comes to personal life, the orphans felt like some of the most unassuming children I’d met. They asked in Mongolian how many are in my family. And as I replied, they didn’t seem noticeably horrified or disbelieving when I didn’t mention having a mom. Indeed, they looked content, even captivated, when I described having siblings, too. I had to explain I was actually born in the States and Mom was born in China, though, hehe. (I often have to explain this.) But I liked them.

In ways, the orphans reminded me of my student community in rural Номгон. But, these orphans must for the most part, always remain at the orphanage. They glow, eager to spend time with me when I come. They’re so eager to have me stay for their meals and introduce me to other children.

And on some level, time outside feels frozen when I’m with them. I feel unhurried to leave. Indeed, my third, fifth and fourth visits were amazingly three, four and eight hours long. I feel, if anything, relieved for other meetings to cancel so I can stay longer. A single day at the orphanage can feel like nothing for me. For them, it feels like more.

Meeting My Younger Self

After teaching those first couple English sessions to the children and teens of the orphanage and bidding farewell to my cheery co-teacher, I stayed in the classroom with the few children who remained.

Innocently, a nine-year-old stepped over to me. She took me by her tiny hand and walked me to the whiteboard at the classroom’s front. Then she just started writing math problems on the board while explaining them, completely in Mongolian.

She wrote, “2 x 1 = 2,” then noted, “3 x 1 = 3,” pointing out that with the 1 on the right, the product mirrors the first factor. She said tag questions like, “За юу?” (OK?), seeming to check my understanding. I felt amused by the confidence of this girl less than half my height. She didn’t particularly seek consent before she started instructing.

Then she wrote, “2 x 2 = 4,” and, “3 x 2 = 6,” noting below them how, “3 x 2 = 3 + 3.” Again, she asked a tag question, like “Т��?” (Yes?), while nodding, like a tiny teacher telling a theory. I nodded my understanding. Then her classmate stepped up to the board, writing, “20 x 3,” and handing the marker to me. I wrote, “60,” pleasing both. I returned the marker to the nine-year-old.

Then, the little girl presented a sort of “exception” to her rule: “1 x 0 = 0.” She followed this with, “2 x 0 = 0.” She handed the marker back to me. I wrote, “3 x 0 = 0.” She seemed satisfied I understood.

In that moment, I felt humbled realizing I was once her. I treated my little siblings when I was her age as she treated me. Then, I felt, I’m standing before a future teacher.

Mom must have seen the same in me, when she watched me for years come home from elementary school, take my tiny siblings to that whiteboard I asked her to buy me, then show my siblings everything from reading to arithmetic. I’m grateful to have had Mom and glad she never held me back.

Meeting My Summer Self

A 10-year-old called, “багш аа, багш аа,” to get me to come back from the board. She asked me to sit with and teach her English. I noticed she hadn’t learned to read, as I tried to help her hear the difference between, “What?” and “Where?” Meanwhile, a 15-year-old at a higher level asked me simple questions I gave simple answers for. But the 10-year-old’s will impressed me. She kept asking me over and over to help, even as she struggled to understand.

In Mongolia, students don’t begin to learn English until fifth grade. And, when they begin, they learn only speaking and listening, with pictures. They don’t learn to read English in schools until sixth grade. But, the 10-year-old insisted on using the book that didn’t seem like her grade’s.

When I was in training during summer, I did the same with my host family as this little girl did with me, as I’d ask my grade school-teaching host mother and less-patient but loving host sister to help me understand confusing Mongolian words. Thanks to them, too, I learned as quickly as I did. For this 10-year-old, I felt I was like the family member who helps figure out this incredible conundrum of a language she wants to know.

On the flipside, I notice while helping the older teens, they seem more intent and stressed to get things right. When I discussed with them scholarships and community service on my fourth visit, they responded disheartened as if they faced insurmountable odds. I love helping them and wish I could reach them. The younger learners seem less defeatist. I’m still learning, too.

Students Striving

I love supporting those striving to improve. At the night’s end on my fifth visit, the nine-year-old wanted me to teach her the ABCs. We were back at a playroom at that hour. As I sang for her and the 10-year-old, they set their fingers on my vibrating Adam's apple. Since they looked confused, I briefly explained diaphragm breathing, showing them how to puff out their bellies, hehe. I recalled three years ago, I sang with vibrato, “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star,” to huge applause at the open mic night of a national conference in the University of Delaware, haha.

In practicing love, I find different relationships form between the teens, children, toddlers, girls, boys and me. Since my second visit, for example, many orphans call me, “агаа” (my close/big brother). I feel welcomed by the title. I’ll muse about it more in the Thanksgiving story coming next. But, others call me, “багш аа” (my teacher). By my fourth visit, I noticed some call me both. They would say “teacher” while inside the orphanage’s classroom or while talking about my classes. And they said “big brother” in the playrooms and other halls.

Dancing With the Girls

After teaching morning lessons, I came upstairs to join the children. On my fourth visit, they’d dance practice for a routine. I gave the children two thumbs up and a grin when they looked to me, and one of them mirrored me back with more glee! She would also reply, “Woooow!” and place her hands on her cheeks or below her chin, as I do, hehe. My honor society awarded me for how much I said, “Wow,” at university… Seeing their rehearsal, I felt this warm gut feeling, imagining this is how parents feel watching their kids perform. I thought to my smiling parents when I played piano for them.

After their rehearsal, the children had free time to dance. A teen who enjoyed K-Pop put on music and started teaching the younger ones other routines. Seeing the girls dance to K-Pop reminded me of college friends who performed at our conferences those same BLACKPINK and TWICE hits.

I’m quite a go with-the-flow fellow. On my fourth visit, the nine-year-old “teacher” wanted me to dance with her. So I said sure. This first mostly involved the kid taking my hands then waving our arms in rhythm. Then this girl started a sort of waltz, where we would step past each other and back before separating a hand, fanning out, coming back and twirling.

Like with the instructors at Teachers’ Day (who were albeit not too sober), I loved how my dance partner went unfazed by my inexperience. I remembered seeing Mother’s best friend dance, the summer in China I met her after my mother died.

In the moment with the orphan, a thought fluttered. I would love a girlfriend with the fearless will to just have fun. Or maybe a daughter. Maybe it’s life’s seriousness that wearies me.

But other little ones wanted me to dance with them, too. The girl would pout and lecture to them in Mongolian how it wasn’t their turns or something. Then she sat me down and insisted I was too tired to dance with anyone else. Luckily, the teen came to my rescue and had the girl go dance with children across the room. Meanwhile, little girls and boys would just climb on and cling to me. So then I had a few minutes to lift and spin those waiting kids.

By my fifth visit, even without music, the other little girls would take my hands and want me to dance with them. They would giggle with delight when I imitated their K-Pop moves. They would repeat them until I performed well. And all the kids enjoyed, too the popping and locking a fellow Peace Corps friend taught me during summer. So I did the wave and wrist rolls on command. And I’m glad I gave glee.

Brawling With the Boys

Though I often comment I enjoy Mongolian wrestling, I hadn’t wrestled since National Наадам. On my second orphanage visit, many young boys challenged our Peace Corps Health Volunteer to wrestle. My friend wasn’t up for it. When I chimed I’d wrestle, the tiny kids rushed my legs, trying to knock me down. Usually I sidestep so their own weight topples them. But when two kids heaved up both my legs, I was done for, haha.

Relatedly, I noticed a handful of toddlers thrash each other on my fourth visit. I considered how, heck, even my older brother and I beat each other up when we were little. The kids call each other names sometimes, but I always say, "үгүй ээ!" and tell them to be nice. They wouldn’t be family if they weren’t rowdy sometimes, I guess, hehe.

By my fifth visit, the adolescent boys finally took notice of me. So they, too, challenged me in their group bedroom to wrestling. It somewhat reminded me of the Galar Champion Cup from Pokémon, the way children would keep challenging me bout after bout, while others spectated around us. The first teen literally picked me up and dropped me on a bed. Then the next one toppled me from my legs.

A younger kid zoomed around me till I was able to push him down by his own weight. Then, another, I just let exhaust himself till it was a draw. Then I sat to catch my breath. Still, another wanted to go. I accidentally kneed him (ending that tussle), which we both apologized emphatically for. Then the kid I called a draw on rematched. He kept zooming around till I toppled him. But he caught me, and we both fell on the kneed kid. Oh, you can feel the cringe. Boyhood, friends…

Watching Over Toddlers

I wrap up those exhausting boy stories with a tranquil one. Toward my fourth day’s end, I was back in the little classroom with my co-teacher. It was a peaceful moment. So I asked her why she chose to work here. She loves children, she happily replied.

Then a couple toddlers ambled into the classroom. So my co-teacher sat with one at the teachers’ desk, while the boy practiced handwriting Mongolian’s Cyrillic letters. The other toddler was the energetic four-year-old from before. She stood at a different desk. I smiled and sat down with her.

A thought came to me while I watched her flip through an English picture dictionary. Focused, she would circle blank spaces with a yellow pencil she lacked the dexterity to hold properly. Sometimes she would look up at my smirk, then grin back at me, before resuming her paging and circling. I felt the pleasant warm gut feeling again.

A spiritual director advised me this Advent outside the States to be open to in whom I may find God. A toddler, too, was Jesus. His parents surely shared moments sitting with Him, watching His antics getting to know the world. How precious, it felt.

Presence, Longing and Leaving

As I prepared to leave on the third day, the children asked with a sort of urgency the next time I’d return. It’s often like this. I sensed myself in their longing to know when my friends would return to me. I promised as best I could I’d return around this time next week. And the children wished me farewells, returning upstairs to resume whatever they did before I came.

Leaving from my fifth, most recent visit, after I taught the ABCs, the children grilled me at least half an hour for when I’d come back. Like with my college students when they misunderstood my “going home” as going back to the States, the children looked visibly distressed when I said I may visit the States at all. I really do want to be here for them. So before leaving, I gifted the children a bag of my American candy to share. I heard they celebrated their birthdays the day before on Mongolia’s Independence Day. After handing the bag to an adolescent, I saw the children lining up as I left.

One night, while catching up with a friend who’s been in Hong Kong, she commended me and called me so generous for wanting to serve at the orphanage despite being in Mongolia so few months. I hadn’t thought of it that way, before. I hoped I serve well.

Echoes

Around the weeks I began visiting the orphanage, I also found a white kitten in the cold stairwell of my apartment building, curled in the darkness at my doorstep. Its purrs and mewing sounded like a small child, crying out. It scared me at first.

I would step away from my door and retreat down a few stairs. The kitten would follow me down and up, as though seeking a way in. When it neared me, it would nuzzle around my ankles and climb upon my boots. I would stand waiting till it climbed off before I continued stepping.

I don’t want to hurt the kitten, but I can’t care for it by myself. After I re-entered my apartment, I would still hear the kitten meow some nights. But I haven’t heard it recently. I hope it’s OK.

This time last year, when I detailed to a spiritual advisor my feelings of loneliness, he advised I worry less about whether my friends are reaching out to me and focus more on the individuals others aren’t reaching out to. He suggested I write to prisoners, for example. During the year that followed, I engaged in deeper conversations with people without homes, people with disabilities and those who work in stigmatized industries. I also followed my heart to spontaneously reach out to old friends, when feeling called to. Often, I never saw a reply. But that’s alright. “We all lead such elaborate lives,” I remind myself.

I’m meant to serve. I’m meant to love. Perhaps my service is my salve.

After coming home my third evening from the orphanage, I continued to hear in my head the children’s exclamations and questions reverberating. The way the toddlers would climb over me and hug whatever part of me they could reach reminded me of the little kitten, too. My presence is their present.

Two or three years from now, when I leave Mongolia, I’ll surely cry in my goodbyes.

My next story recounts Thanksgiving 2019 in Mongolia.

You can read more from me here at DanielLang.me

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(Summary: Ladybug is an airbender; her partner Chat Noir is a nonbender. He told her that the first day on the job.

Marinette is the one who found out he was lying.)

“Ladybug is an airbender,” Alya said dismissively. “Everyone knows that.”

“I don’t know, babe,” Nino replied. “I’m not convinced.”

“Just look at how she moves in the air!”

“She has a bond with a ladybug spirit,” Nino dismissed. “It’s the spirit giving her powers. You know bending is incredibly rare, let alone airbending - no offense, Marinette.”

Marinette snapped her gaze away from where she was (daydreaming) (gazing at Adrien’s hands) staring off into space. “No offense taken,” she said. “You know, it’s less rare in south China, where my mother’s from.”

“I’m glad you’re here,” Adrien said suddenly, smiling at her. “You’re one of the only other benders I’ve ever met outside my family.”

Marinette melted inside, for reasons totally unrelated to Adrien’s own firebending. Luckily, Alya piped up in rescue. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, Marinette’s great, we all agree on that,” she dismissed. “We should also all agree that Ladybug is an airbender too.”

“Maybe,” Adrien said.

“No,” Nino stated, pointing a finger at her. “It doesn’t make sense. Chat Noir’s not a bender, and he can do basically everything Ladybug can. He certainly keeps up with her just fine.”

“Chat Noir could be an airbender too-” Alya started.

Marinette snorted. “No way,” she said. “He does not move like an airbender. Ladybug…” she tilted her head in fake consideration. “I mean, maybe, but I’ve never met anyone like that, and I’ve met a lot of the airbending community, you know? Alya, you have some good points, but maybe it is just her powers.”

Alya slumped in her seat. “You haven’t met all the airbenders, Marinette,” she grumbled, but conceded her point that day anyways.

Internally, Marinette chastised herself. She had to be more careful not to use her bending - it was a huge giveaway to her identity. It’s not like she needed it, anyway. Nino was right about Chat Noir - he was a nonbender, and he could certainly keep up with her.

***

Adrien Agreste: Supermodel by day, Chat Noir by other parts of the day, liar 100% of the time.

Ladybug hated liars.

“We lie about our identities all the-”

“It’s different, Chat,” she ground out between clenched teeth. “We have to.”

He shifted his weight from foot to foot. They had been partners for over a year now - he was way too deep in the lie. If pressed, he could always just say that bending was part of his identity, right?

Ladybug would hate it. She’d told him on the first day that she was an airbender. “That’s cool,” Adrien had said, and then compulsively lied on the spot: “I can’t bend.”

That was before he had fallen in love with Ladybug. He’d just been so - frustrated, back then when they first started, of being Adrien Agreste, the prodigal son and firebender. Chat Noir was a second chance, a second life, everything he wanted to be. He may have gone a little over the top, but he was in too deep now.

Chat Noir couldn’t bend, everyone knew that.

It surprised him how good he was at lying, sometimes. “Wow, you can really see in the dark?” Ladybug said, after he volunteered to go down in the subway tunnels by himself again.

He laughed nervously, clenching his fists to make sure he’d extinguished any flames. “Haha, yup,” he said. “So random, right? Miraculous Powers. Crazy.”

“Your spirit gave you so many cat traits,” she huffed. “The most my spirit ever gave me was a rivalry with a moth.”

“Hey, that makes two of us,” he said. “I’m going to go check this subway out, see you!”

It lasted that way for years. Adrien figured that Chat Noir would reveal his bending powers sometime, but only when really necessary. The final battle with Hawkmoth, maybe, whenever they could track him down. He’d whip out a surprise flameblast to win the fight in a burst of badassery, and Ladybug would forgive him. He had the whole scenario that he planned out in his head.

Then that thing happened with Marinette.

***

Marinette loved everything about Adrien, but she had a special soft spot for his firebending. He had all that heat, all that power running through his chi paths, but he didn’t use it for any sort of dueling.

Adrien was a purely decorative firebender.

He’d struggled, at first, to explain the concept to Alya and Nino, who weren’t as familiar with bending culture. “I learned martial bending as a kid,” he said. “Of course my father had me trained in it, but I never really liked it. There’s only so many other firebenders in Paris, and dueling the others over and over got boring after a while. I managed to compromise with him on fencing for a physical activity, and the decorative stuff is great for modeling and bending practice.”

“But what’s the point?” Alya asked, ever-practical. “It’s not like ice or earth sculptures. You can’t save them.”

Adrien frowned, and held one hand up in front of him. A small fire leapt up into his palm. With his other hand, he held it above the flame and spread his fingers; the flame split itself horizontally into five equal points to make a star.

“Wow,” Marinette breathed.

“You’re right, Alya,” Adrien said, not looking away from the flame in his hand. “You can’t save it. It’ll go out immediately once I stop concentrating. But…” he waved his hand again, and the star divided itself into five smaller stars, and then each again into five pieces. He gestured with both arms to the ceiling, and the stars flew up there to hang, a constellation map suspended just over their heads.

It was beautiful.

Even Alya couldn’t take her eyes off it. “Whoa,” she said. “Adrien, that’s amazing.”

He lowered shaking arms, and the flames suddenly went out. “Thanks,” he said breathlessly. “It’s hard and takes a lot of discipline, but it looks great on camera.”

“You must be the best firebender in all of Paris,” Alya said.

He laughed at that. “I don’t know, my father’s pretty good too,” he said. “I mean, he named his brand Fire Lord and all.”

***

Adrien had rescued his friends and family multiple times as Chat Noir. None of them had ever even come close to recognizing him, except maybe his father. Father had looked at Chat Noir pretty funny that one time, but nothing had ever come of it, so Adrien figured he was safe. His secret identity wasn’t going anywhere.

The day he was trapped, he was worried more for Marinette’s safety than anything else. He found her running straight into an akuma’s nest when he plucked her up and started leaping away.

She screamed when he first picked her up, struggling in his grasp before she realized who it was. “Chat! What are you doing?!”

“Hello to you too, Princess,” he responded. “What’s it look like we’re doing?”

“I don’t know!” she shrieked, voice rising as he hopped over a roof.

“Relax,” he said, feeling her grip tense on his shoulders. “I’m just going to get you somewhere safe, okay?”

“You have to hide me,” Marinette said. “The akuma is after me, I ruined a lady’s special-ordered cake when I tripped and fell and it’s all my-”

“Hey, don’t worry about it,” Adrien said. “Accidents happen, you know. It’s okay.”

“I’m making more work for you and Ladybug,” Marinette said.

“Hawkmoth would have just made another akuma,” he said. “It’s fine, and don’t worry about Ladybug. I’m basically just waiting around until she recharges her miraculous, so you’re not taking up any more time. It’s always a pleasure to speak with one of my prettiest fans, anyway.”

She huffed a little at the compliment, but her grip did relax a little. Adrien checked over his shoulder and decided it was safe enough to stop on top of the roof - it was still made of stone, but it wasn’t directly on the ground, so better than nothing. “Ladybug’s recharging her miraculous?” Marinette asked timidly. “Is it frustrating when that happens?”

Adrien shrugged, letting her gently down next to him. She wasn’t concerned by the height - but then again, she was an airbender, so she wouldn’t be. Wait, Adrien knew she was an airbender, but did Chat Noir know? Eh, probably. “It’s a tough akuma,” Adrien answered neutrally. “She’s an earthbender, so that always messes with Ladybug.”

Marinette cocked her head and furrowed her brow. “What? Earthbenders?”

He shrugged. “Yeah, you know, air, earth - wait, did you not know about Ladybug?”

She blinked at him, slowly. “Yeah, I knew,” she said. “Um, shouldn’t you be getting back to the akuma?”

“Eh,” he dismissed. “Like I said, I don’t really want to go in without Ladybug-”

“But what about other people to rescue?”

“Oh,” he said. “The akuma is after you, but...I guess you’re right. I just got distracted hanging out with my favorite civilian.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “I bet you say that to all the civilians.”

He grinned down at her. “Maybe. Do you want me to get you down?”

“No, that’s okay, I can get it mysel- ”

They were interrupted by a huge crack in the floor; Marinette yelped as Adrien instinctively scooped her up leapt away from the akuma exploding out from the rooftop beneath them. “There you are!” the akuma snarled, aiming her robo-gun at Marinette. “You’re the one who needs to learn how to walk!”

“She’s got the catwalk down just fine,” Adrien quipped, and then leapt away again.

Even without a free hand for his baton, Adrien moved pretty fast through the streets of Paris - the akuma was just as fast, though. “Earthbenders,” Adrien huffed to himself, trying to find a good patch of trees that he could leap off of without alerting the akuma - it was no good, though, the section of the city they were in was too urbanized. “Ladybug, come on.”

“Just hide me somewhere, Chat” Marinette insisted from in his arms. “Then you can-”

“No way,” Adrien said. “Ladybug will be here any second, and then we’re home free, okay? No sacrifices necessary.”

“But what if she doesn’t come back?” Marinette pressed.

“Ladybug’s just gone to recharge. She’ll be right-”

***

Marinette’s breath whoosed out of her as she was hit by the akuma’s robo-gun and knocked out of Chat’s arms. She laid stunned, on the ground, as a pair of robotic pants locked themselves around her legs and attempted to move her limbs for her.

Was it a stupid akuma? Yes.

Would she be able to transform into Ladybug with these things on? Probably not.

“Cataclysm,” she heard, and thank god Chat was still here, crumbling her robopants to ash and looking pissed off as he helped her up. “No more time for cat-and-mouse games,” he said, clenching his fist around his staff. “Especially when I’m stuck in the wrong role.” He used the staff to block another shot of robopants. “Run. And if you see her, point Ladybug in my direction, Princess.”

Marinette nodded, taking off in the direction of a corner market and diving through the door. It was, thankfully, deserted. “Finally,” she hissed at Tikki, letting her kwami float out of her bag and shoving random store snacks in her direction. “I thought we’d never get away from Chat and the akuma.”

“Hef doesh’t know dat you’re Ladybug,” Tikki mumbled, swallowing a mouth full of food.

“Yeah, it’s not his fault,” Marinette said, rushing to the front of the store and pressing her nose to the glass. “Oh, he’s getting slaughtered out there. No wondering he didn’t want to go in without me. Tikki, are you ready yet?”

“I’m eating as fast as I can!”

Still watching, she hissed in sympathy as Chat was slowly herded into a corner. Earthbenders were the worst - hard to budge at best, impossible to fight on the ground at worst. And this akuma seemed to be a good bender, which meant that Chat looked so worried about not getting caught by earth on the ground and robo-pants in the air that he couldn’t get off a good attack in the meantime.

“He needs to run,” Marinette thought out loud. “He has three minutes left, he’s got to get out. Why isn’t he running?”

Tikkie gulped. “He’s stalling.”

“He’s waiting for Ladybug,” she agreed. “I can manage without you, you silly cat.”

Chat vaulted off the ground with his staff - or attempted to, but the butt of his staff got caught in the earth and he got thrown forward instead, crashing hard into the ground instead. Unthinking, Marinette threw herself out of the shop door; both the akuma’s and Chat’s eyes snapped to her.

Well, her distraction worked. Marinette flinched and closed her eyes, for the robo-pants to hit her a second time.

The next thing she knew was heat.

Chat was standing in front of her, a vortex of fire erupting from his clenched hands. Marinette gasped and stumbled backwards, watching in awe as he knocked a pair of robo-pants away with a punch of flame, followed by a kick directly at the akuma, who slammed back into a building wall. There was a loud snapping sound, and a purple butterfly starting struggling free from the akuma’s back.

“Crap,” Marinette muttered, sprinting back into the store. “Tikki, spots on!”

If Chat Noir noticed Ladybug appearing from the same storefront Marinette had just disappeared into, he didn’t say anything. Instead, he frantically appeared to be trying to keep the akuma flying away by batting it with his staff that he must have freed from the ground. At her call, he looked up and made eye-contact; it must have been only a second, but it felt like an eternity they were staring wordlessly at each other.

Then he smiled, gestured to a desperately-beeping ring on his finger, and left.

Marinette cleansed the akuma, cast the miraculous cure, and then swung away silently back to school, thoughts exploding in her mind.

Chat Noir could bend after all.

Chat Noir was a firebender.

***

Adrien stumbled in several minutes late to study hall; he’d barely made it away from the scene of the akuma before his tranformation gave out, and then he’d had to make his way back to school on foot. He nodded guiltily at the teacher as he came in, staring around the room to find an empty seat.

Marinette was sitting by herself. It was good that she’d found her way back safely.

Marinette had just found out that Chat Noir was a firebender.

Plastering a smile on his face, Adrien made his way over to Marinette’s table and pulled out the seat across from her. She jumped as he sat down, a million expressions fluttering over her face as she looked at him. “Oh,” she said breathlessly. “Hi, Adrien.”

“Hi there, Marinette,” he blurted out. “I’m sorry I’m late, I went home for lunch and then the roads were closed because of the akuma attack. Did you see it?” There, it was out in the open. Marinette would tell him about how Chat Noir was a secret firebender all along, and then maybe he could - something. He’d have to convince her of something.

Oh, man, he had to find Ladybug and tell her before she found out from somebody else.

“Adrien,” Marinette repeated, interrupting his thoughts. “You’re a firebender, right?”

He nodded, taking a deep breath. Here it was.

She looked down, a blush spreading prettily across her face. “I mean, obviously you’re a firebender. Duh. No, I just meant - a friend of mine just discovered his firebending. Today!”

...what?

“You mentioned the akuma attack,” Marinette continued, oblivious to his inner turmoil. “The akuma was after me, and then my friend, he just stepped in front of me and was all - whoosh, boom boom!” She waved her fists in the air in a loose approximation of a firebending form.

“What?” Adrien asked, out loud this time. “What do you mean, your friend just discovered his firebending?”

“He didn’t know he was a bender,” she said, and Adrien felt awful. Obviously, Marinette would believe the best of Chat Noir; she believed in everyone. She was the nicest person in all of France, probably. “But he firebent for the first time to save me today! His very first bending was a shield. How amazing is that?”

“Amazing,” he echoed absentmindedly. “Shields are pretty advanced stuff.”

Marinette froze. “Advanced?”

Adrien shook himself out of his thoughts and stared at her. Crap. “Well,” he babbled, “I just say that ‘cause firebending is usually more naturally offensive, but if he was defending you then a shield would be natural, right? Was it static or dynamic fire? Because, you know, keeping a flame still.” He needed to stop talking, right now. He could barely remember the first move he’d pulled to protect Marinette. “It doesn’t matter,” he dismissed. “You said it was his first time, right? He’s probably just a natural.”

“Right,” Marinette said, but she was frowning now. “A natural.”

Adrien bit his tongue before he could somehow make the situation worse. It didn’t look like Marinette was going to say who her ‘friend’ was - maybe she’d been building up to it or something, who knows -

Chat Noir had to have a talk with her. As soon as possible.

***

Hanging out with Chat Noir had always felt like a double edged sword, on both sides of the mask. As Ladybug, he was her trusted partner, and she loved him for it - but not in the way he wanted her to, and it was exhausting keeping herself from falling into a pool of constant guilt and worry that he was going to ask her out again.

(Sometimes with Chat he would smile at her and her heart would suddenly thud what-if what-if what-if so loudly in her ears, and that was exhausting too because if she let her guard down for even a second she was going fall in something else entirely-)

Hanging out with Chat as Marinette was risky for different reasons; for one, that he would recognize her. Chat Noir was the only one who know Ladybug beyond a few generically heroic actions and speeches, so if anyone was going to recognize her, it would be him.

There was also the other risk.

Marinette came home from school that day, head buzzing from her conversation with Adrien, and not for her usual reasons. Chat was a firebender. Chat had just learned he was a firebender that day - he wouldn’t have lied to her. But Adrien was right, no one was that good at bending naturally. Chat Noir must have known, must have been trained. But that meant Chat Noir had lied to her, and Chat Noir wouldn’t have lied to her-

(“Have I ever lied to you, bugaboo?”)

She was startled out a her thoughts by a knock on her window; she glanced over to see Chat Noir hanging outside, sheepishly waving at her. When she gestured to her trapdoor, he climbed up and around before dropping down onto her bed. Chat Noir made an incongruous addition to her bedroom, hard and black instead of soft and pink.

“Did you tell anyone?” he demanded quietly.

She knew immediately what he was talking about. “No,” she said. “Not that it was you, anyway.”

Chat was staring at her. “Thank you. I don’t know why - you didn’t have - thank you.”

She didn’t know why, either. Partner’s instinct, maybe. “Did you know you could bend?”

His face darkened, and he held up a single finger, a flame springing to life on it. “Yes,” he muttered. Marinette flinched away from the sudden light.

“How long?”

“Have I known I could bend?” he asked. “I don’t know. I was five or six. My parents were both firebenders, so it wasn’t a surprise.”

She blinked at him. Once, twice. “Does Ladybug know?” she heard herself ask, even though she knew damn well that Ladybug didn’t.

“No one knows,” he said. He curled his finger back into his palm and extinguished the flame. “About Chat Noir bending, I mean. You’re the first one.”

Marinette inhaled slowly. Her eyes felt dry. “Why,” she choked out.

Chat clenched his fists in his lap, staring at her helplessly. His eyes, unnaturally huge, never wavered from hers. “I could lie to you and say it was a strategic decision,” he said. “Keep it a surprise for Hawkmoth, or for my secret identity or something. But honestly, Marinette, there’s not good reason. I just - didn’t want Chat Noir to be a firebender.”

“But you are a firebender.”

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “It’s different, having a double life,” he said. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“I would understand?!” Marinette echoed, and she could suddenly hear her heart pounding in her ears. “What’s there to understand, Chat?! You’re still you, no matter what mask you have on-”

“You don’t get it,” Chat hissed, narrowing his eyes at her.

Marinette bit her tongue in her frustration to keep her words in. He lied to her! For self-admitted no reason! Why wouldn’t he tell her? They’d been partners forever, she couldn’t imagine her life without him in it - and he would just lie to her? That easily, just like that, like their partnership meant nothing-

But Marinette wasn’t Chat Noir’s partner. She was just an unfortunate civilian he’d met maybe half a dozen times at most, who happened to witness him in a desperate moment. Marinette had no reason to feel this betrayed.

“No,” she spat sullenly instead. “I guess I don’t get it, Chat. I mean - not even Ladybug?”

“You can’t tell anyone,” Chat Noir said.

She clenched her teeth. “I don’t like lying, but I won’t tell anyone,” she said, and then an idea sprang to mind. “As long as you promise to tell Ladybug.”

Chat blinked at her. “Okay,” he said. “I promise to tell Ladybug.”

“Really?” she blurted out. “That was easy.”

Chat Noir smiled at her, his crooked pre-victory smile he got whenever he spotted an easy target during an akuma attack. “Marinette, thank you so much,” he said. “I really should get going, but this is a relief. You’re amazing.”

And then his crooked smile slid down into a real smile, and Marinette’s heart skipped a beat, and she remembered the other reason hanging out with Chat Noir out of costume was dangerous.

***

She waited for days, but there weren’t anymore akuma attacks for the rest of the week, so she didn’t even see Chat Noir. She tried to push the issue to the back of her mind - she had a student council meeting to attend, and a school field trip where she tried and ultimately failed to rescue Adrien from Chloe all day - but it was seared permanently into her thoughts.

Chat Noir was a firebender.

He was a bender, like her.

And he was good.

The next akuma attack he showed up a little late to, and she was so caught up in the fight that she actually did forget about it until their triumphant “Pound it!” and she was reminded that the fist currently resting against hers was spewing fireballs the last time she saw it.

He still didn’t mention anything, but their time was running out then, and maybe - maybe he just forgot?

Maybe he was nervous.

This is Chat Noir, her brain reminded her. Chat didn't get nervous. He must have forgotten, and then ran out of time - their akuma fights were fairly formulaic; after defeating the monster you had to run.

She better remind him, then.

***

2:30 PM

“There’s an akuma attack at Les Invalides. Come soon!”

3:00 PM

“Hello my lady - I hope you can free yourself from whatever you’re stuck doing soon, I could really use the help.”

3:03 PM

“I could REALLY use the help Ladybug. Oh my god, this one sucks. Make your excuses and get out of there!”

4:27 PM

“Um, hello, Ladybug?! Have you forgotten about me, your partner, the light of your life? If not me, perhaps your job protecting this little town, you might have heard of it - PARIS?! Constantly plagued by akumas? Ring any bells??? I gotta go - come quick.”

4:44 PM

“Alright, maybe you have amnesia. Here’s the rundown real fast: Just say ‘transform me’ to your earrings or whatever you do and GET OVER HERE, THERE ARE CIVILIANS GETTING EATEN BY MONSTER TRUCKS AND I’LL NEVER BE ABLE TO WATCH A TRANSFORMERS MOVIE EVER AGAIN.”

5:19 PM

“Look, I know there were akumas that we could afford to leave alone for a few hours in the past. The ones that like to brood. However, this is NOT one of them, and even if you deal heal everyone I don’t want anyone to have to suffer through the memory of becoming monster mash. Please come soon.”

6:06 PM

Adrien scrunched down behind a heating unit, trying to keep any of his limbs from poking out while he wearily dialed Ladybug. “Hello, my Lady,” he whisper-screamed flippantly into the phone. “The time is now 6:00 PM. I have been fighting the akuma by myself for almost four hours. At this point, I can only assume that you’ve died. For the love of Paris, I hope you are not being buried with your miraculous and have willed it to me, your best friend.”

There was a high-pitched scream from behind him, and Adrien flicked his staff shut with a sigh. He thought he’d trapped all the monster trucks in a homemade pen he’d made in the museum’s courtyard out of cannons, but if the Akuma had figured out a way out -

-no. It was just a dumb human who’d snuck inside. Adrien hopped nimbly from the nose of truck to truck, scooping down to grab a dark-haired girl with - actually, her hair smelled surprisingly good, like cookies and croissants and all his favorite -

He let her down on the roof of the museum and got a good look at her face for the first time. “Marinette?”

Marinette nodded, holding a phone out in front of her with trembling hands. “Hello, Chat Noir. Alya had to go home for dinner, and I thought…” She stopped to take in a shaky breath, and then added: “Do you have any words for the Ladyblog?”

Adrien scoffed, ripping the phone out of her hands and throwing it over the side of the roof.

“Hey!”

“It’ll come back,” Adrien said, keeping a close eye on Marinette as she ran to the edge of the building to watch the phone get immediately smashed to pieces by the trucks. “Assuming Ladybug ever shows up, that is. What on earth were you thinking, going in there?”

Marinette rubbed her arms. “I do regret it a little. It’s scary down there for a human - I mean -”

“You’re not a truck, yeah, I know,” Adrien said impatiently. “I’m going to stop giving interviews to the Ladyblog if you and Alya keep this up. Ladybug too, I’m sure. Pass that on.”

She nodded. “I will.” She glanced down at her shoes for a second, and then back up at him. “So, while we’re waiting, and since you mentioned Ladybug - how did it go? Telling her?”

Adrien glanced around wildly - it would be just his luck, for Ladybug to show up now, wouldn’t it - but she wasn’t there. “Um, I…” he stuttered. “I haven’t.”

Marinette’s jaw dropped. “Chat!” she squeaked. “We had a deal!”

“I’m sorry!”

“What are you waiting for?” Marinette continued. “Do you think it’s going to get easier the longer you delay? Ladybug deserves to know about your bendi-”

Adrien strode forward and shoved his gloved hand against her mouth. “Shush, someone will hear you!” he hissed, glancing around before looking back down at her blown-wide eyes. They were giant, and blue, and had they always sparkled like that…?

She stopped struggling against his hold, and was just staring at him now.

Adrien gave a nervous laugh and pulled his hand away. Where had that come from? “I’ll tell Ladybug,” he said. “I’m just waiting for the right time.”

Marinette frowned. “When?”

“I’ll know it when it happens.”

She snorted. “That’s bull. Tell her tonight, after the attack.”

“Tonight?” Adrien squawked.

“Tonight,” she repeated, sure of herself. “Alright, I’ll leave you to it, then.” She walked over the the opposite edge of the roof, conjuring an air ball in her hand as she did so. “I can get down myself. I’ll tell the Ladyblog you said hi?”

“Tell Alya she’s a menace to herself and others,” he replied dryly. “Fly safe, Princess.”

She waved at him, and then bent herself down off the roof.

Adrien sighed and turned back to his post guarding the monster trucks. Tonight? That was so soon. That wasn’t nearly enough time to plot his escape for when Ladybug inevitably tried to kill him for lying to her.

Then again, he couldn’t tell Ladybug tonight if she never showed up tonight.

“Hi.”

Adrien yowled in surprise, whipping around as he was startled out of his thoughts by their subject. Ladybug was smirking at him. “Geez, my lady, a warning next time. You scared one of my nine lives out of me.”

“I got your messages,” she said. “I am not dead, but thank you for that vote of confidence. I’m sorry I wasn’t here earlier.”

“Better late than never,” he sighed. “Alright, this should be relatively quick from here. I think akuma is the license plate, and then...” he hesitated, and then bit out, “I have to talk to you afterwards, could you stick around for a bit?”

Ladybug looked unusually pleased about the request. “Sure,” she said. “As long as you have the time? I know you’ve been out here a while already.”

“I’m already late,” he dismissed. “Can’t get much worse than it already is. Hopefully nobody’s noticed, anyway.”

She shot him a look, but swung down into the monster-truck pen anyway. The akuma was in the license plate, which felt gratifying - they were able to clear it out almost immediately, with no need for cataclysms or lucky charms needed.

Absolutely nothing to procrastinate with.

***

His gaze was shifting back and forth at their feet. Marinette decided to help ease the conversation into the right direction a little bit. “So, sorry I was late. Again. I was napping, I had such a busy week.”

"Oh?" he said, glancing at her for just a split second. Was it her imagination, or was his face pale?

“I've actually had my hands full lately with airbender training recently. One of my relatives came to town - he's not around much, but he's a big deal in the airbending community back in his homeland, and we hung out all weekend. His French isn't great and I'm not too good in his language, so we our only way of communicating was through bending. It was nice. I'm sorry we'll never get to experience it like that."

Chat made a face. “Well, we get by just fine now, right?”

She wanted to stomp her foot. Just tell me, she begged inside her head. Then she could finally react, finally - finally - "I wish you were a bender," she blurted out.

He turned away from her, staring out over the city skyline. He didn't say anything.

"Not that there’s anything wrong with being a nonbender," she said. "I know bending's not really good for anything practical these days in real life, it's just a genetic mutation, but - there's something different about it, Chat. I don't think a nonbender would ever understand."

"Maybe I wouldn't," he said softly, his back still to her. His tail started lashing back and forth on the behind him, treacherously. “But maybe...Ladybug…” he trailed off, and didn’t finish his sentence.

She clenched her fists and continued, "I got my fortune read once. The fortune teller told me that I would marry a powerful bender."

His voice was completely flat this time, on the border of sarcasm. "Good for you."

"So I know it's probably stupid, but I've always looked for bending," Marinette continued. She felt like she'd never ranted at Chat Noir this long before - he was barely saying anything compared to his usual self. "In guys, I mean. It's really too bad you aren't a bender."

He turned around sharply, his cat-eye pupils narrowing as he looked at her. "What if I was a bender?"

She snorted. Gotcha. "You're not."

"But what if I was?"

"You would have told me if you were," Marinette said. She took three steps closer to close the gap between them, leaning up and into his face. "Wouldn't you, kitty?"

His pupils dilated again. "Why are you asking about this, all of a sudden?"

“I don’t know,” she whispered, face still within inches of his, she did not know what she was getting herself into but she couldn't stop now. It felt like there was something building inside her, rushing through her veins like starlight in the night sky. "But you're not a bender."

"What if I was a bender," Chat said. He licked his lips nervously, and her eyes tracked the gesture. "Would things be different?"

She took a tiny half-step closer; they were practically pressed together now. No, her reflexes said, stubbornly holding the line in the back of her head. What are you doing, they cried, stop it, what about Adrien Adrien Adrien Adrien -

“What element?” Marinette said, dragging her gaze from his lips back up to his eyes.

He ducked his head down so that his forehead was brushing against hers. “Guess,” he whispered hotly, and then kissed her.

***

“Um,” Adrien said, having resurfaced much, much, much later. Ladybug’s hair was a mess, and he suspected that his wasn’t much better. “You guessed fire, right?”

Ladybug rolled her eyes at him, but her cheeks were flushed red and she wouldn’t stop smiling. “Really? I thought earth-”

“Earthbendering?” Adrien interrupted, raising a hand to his chest in shock. “After all we’ve been through, Ladybug?”

She laughed. “Calm down, smokebreath. Yes, I guess fire with all your firebending passion.”

“Good,” he said, and kissed her again.

#mlsecretsanta2k18 #ladynoir #marichat #my writing #I'm going to edit and post on ao3 later #I hope you like it!#ml bender au

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tenaciousarcadeexpert · 6 years ago

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The Party is Just Beginning

Special thanks to @princesswagger15 for collaborating with me

“Is it on?” Garcia asks as she looked through the lens of her video camera. “Okay, it’s on, and hiiiiiiiiiiiiii everyone.” She then roams around the mansion. Rossi was fortunate enough to take the team to the ski lodge over the holidays and the team decided to take advantage of it, from going skiing, to using the hot springs and even setting up a party. Garcia then decides to film the holiday party.

“Say hi to the camera.” She then tells JJ, Tara and Kate, as they wave back to the camera. She then runs to Luke in the kitchen, who had just pulled out a tray full of gingerbread cookies.

“Luke, Luke! Say hi to camera.”

“Hi camera.” He playfully waves back. She then runs to Alex and Reid, who were sitting near the kitchen table while Reid eats some doughnuts.

“Hi Spence, Blake.”

“Oh hi Garcia, are you making a movie?” Alex asked as she and Reid look on to the camera.

“Yep, I am.”

“Cool.” Reid then waves back while eating a donut.

“What game are you two playing?”

“Oh, just some lovely mahjong. It’s a lovely tile-based game that was developed in China during the Qing dynasty and has spread throughout the world since the early 20th century.”

“Cool.”

Both Reid and Alex nod as Garcia walks away. It didn’t seem much of a big party going on, mainly since it was only 14 of them at the house, tho it would soon become on, as the gang starts to become energetic just as the day progresses. She was just about to encounter Matt and Elle play smash bros, only to hear Ashley and Emily laugh in the living room, as Derek flops on top of Hotch on the sofa. Boy, this was starting to become a Christmas party.

“Oh my god, what are you guys doing?” Garcia laughed as she noticed Derek hudding Hotch.

“Huh? The fuck are talking about?” Hotch said rubbing his eyes. He tried to move, only to notice Derek wrapping his arms around him. “Wha-Morgan?! What the hell?!”

“W-What?? I-I i don’t understand.” Derek said sitting up a little.

“Were you just on top of me?”

“If that’s what you call it.”

Hotch then noticed Garcia staring at him with her camera, much to his surprise. “Garcia, are you filming this?!”

“Yes haha! How could I not?”

“Shhiiitt, to be honest I thought the couch was just really hard and lumpy.” Derek said getting off Hotch.

“And stop laughing, this isn’t funny.”

“Yes the fuck it is!” Tara said.

Garcia then points her camera at Emily, who glares into the lens.

“Uh Garcia, do you mind asking me why you’re filming us? I mean, what’s the point.” “Uh hello, I’m just trying to make some memories. Plus you all look pretty photogenic here.” Garcia tries to zoom up on Emily’s face, only to cover herself while pushing the camera away, much to her amusement. “Rude.” She scoffs. She then points her camera back to Hotch, whom Derek continues to wrap his arms around him and cuddle, much to his amusement though also embarassment when he sees Garcia filming him again, this time, with him smiling as Derek hugs him.

Hotch groans as he tries to wave Garcia away, but to no avail. He then covers himself with the blanket before turning his back away. Fortunately for him, Garcia left as she overheard Elle and Matt playing video games in the game room.

“Not gonna lie, but I was hoping that me and Reid would end up in the same position as Derek and Hotch.” Marissa said drinking fruit punch.

“Maybe later.” Emily winked. They suddenly stop to hear a couple of screaming from another room. They watched as Garcia follows the source of the noise and followed her as well. Soon, they were suddenly greeted by the sounds of Elle and Matt screaming and swearing as they play Outlast 2 on the game console.

“FUCCCKK! I swear this game has me all the way fucked up! What are we even supposed do?!” Elle screamed.

“Why did we even chose this game in the first place?!” Matt asked.

“Because we didn’t play it when it first came out…”

He paused and looked over to Elle. “I-”

“Hey guys, what are you two playing?” “We’re playi-”

“OHHH SHHITT!.......FUCK!” They were suddenly startled by a jumpscare in the game.

“What the shit was that??!!” Elle yelled.

“Piggy Piggy Dude.”

“My god, what is this?” JJ asked.

“We’re playing Outlast 2.” Matt responds, clutching his chest. “Goddamn jumpscares.”

“This is a Christmas party and of all the games you wanted to play, you two chose that?” Kate glares at them.

“It………..it was free tho……..”

“Yeah, but still. You’re gonna get nightmares from it, I know I did when I played it.”

The two gamers sigh as they keep playing.

“Well, all I know was that I got some really cool content for my video.” Garcia smiled. “Even though that means I’d have to spend a few hours watching happy cat videos after this.”

“Wait Garcia, were you just filming us?” Elle looked at her.

“Mayyybbeee…..????”

“W-why?”

“B-Because I wanted to…”

She and Matt sigh as Garcia pats both of them on the back before skipping away. Nonetheless, they kept playing.

“So I guess that’s everyone.” Garcia looked to her camera. “Oh except Rossi, but he’s only out to get some more eggnog, because Someone thought it was a good idea to hog most of the eggnog!” “I said I was sorry!” Luke shouts in the background.

“You better be.” She rolled her eyes. She then walked over to a tall tree standing by the staircase, and scrolls up and down.

“And here it is, our beautiful Christmas tree.”

“Oooooo pretty!” Tara said.

“We all took a fair share in decorating the whole tree, and might we say that we all did a pretty good job.”

“Yeah, we did.” Garcia then scrolls down to a large pile of gifts surrounding the tree. “And oh my, we’ve got tons of presents. I wonder what’s inside, ooooo can’t wait to open them.”

While Garcia continues to roam around the holiday home, Reid just had just walked out from the bathroom after washing his hands, where he noticed Marissa sitting alone at the living room. Seeing that she was all by herself, he walks over to her.

“Hey Marissa.”

“Oh hey Spencey.”

“What are you watching?”

“I think it's Rudolph the Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.”

Reid looked to the screen “Ooo Rudolph, the 1964 version, my favorite one.”

“Really? Haha, I would've picked you as a Tim Burton Nightmare Before Christmas guy.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “I-I like both.”

Marissa raised an eyebrow “What’s up? You stuttering?”

“Eh, it's a force of habit. I was gonna ask you if it's okay if I can watch the movie with you seeing that you're by yourself. Unless you want to be alone.”

“Oh, of course you can! I'd love to spend some time with you hun!”

“Cool.” He then sits down beside her as they watch the movie. Just then, the two notice the little mistletoe hanging above them. Before either of them could say anything, the two suddenly found themselves kissing each other on the lips.

“Wow haha.” Marissa blushed, prompting Reid to blush in return.

“Where'd you learn skills like that Reid?”

He stuttered. “I-I don't know. It just came into my head.”

“Well you're amazing.” She smiled.

“Thanks.”

“Always.” She rest her head on his shoulder as the two continue to watch the movie. Unbeknownst to them, Garcia was somewhere secretly filming them.

“Omg you guys are giving me LIFE! Y'ALL ARE JUST THE CUTEST!” She quietly squealed. She then strolled around to the living room before staring into the camera

“And that’s all of us, I hope you-” She heard the doorbell rang. “Oh, I wonder who could that be?” She then peeks at the door and smiles, revealing Rossi as she opens the door.

“Oh look it’s Rossi! The man we’d want to thank for letting us stay over and borrow this beloved holiday house for a party. Say hi to the camera Rossi.” Rossi was too focused to even bother staring or saying anything to the camera as he struggled to carry two large boxes inside, giving a rather side eye look to Garcia. “Sorry about that. He’s a little preoccupied at the moment, but that’s okay. He’s usually like that.” She then looked around to see everyone else having fun at the party, from Matt and Elle playing video games, to Reid and Marissa watching a movie, to Alex eating cookies with JJ, Luke and Tara while everyone else play games and dance. It wasn’t much, though it was already becoming a party.

Happy New Year everyone!

tagging: @marvelfanlife, @cosmicmelaninflower, @jaqren, @cynbx, @farfallasunicas, @theartisticgogh, @ultrarebelheart, @itsmeedee, @princesswagger15, @theartisticgogh

#penelope garcia #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss #luke alvez #tara lewis #spencer reid #derek morgan #aaron hotchner #matt simmons #elle greenaway #kate callahan #ashley seaver #alex blake #david rossi #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction

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thesnakeadventures · 6 years ago

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OFF LIMITS - The Connection

The start of every journey would always be the toughest.

It took nearly a month to identify the perfect candidate who fits in the criteria:

Attached for at least a year

Aged 23 to 35

Working Class

The toughest part was to always look around her fingers to see if there is a ring around their fingers or any ring lines.

Finally, after some time I met, Josephine.

I saw her a few times having her morning coffee at the same spot for a couple of days, but didn't really managed to find a way to start a convo with her, plus I'm no hunk to sweep her off her feet or something. After a few mornings of back and forth to hatching up a plot, the cafe was PACKED!

But, as usual Josephine was just sitting at the same spot to have her morning coffee with an empty seat in front of her. Took my chance to ask if the seat was taken and as usual she was there alone so come brownie points for me.

Got my coffee and sat right in front of her. Still hesitant, I did not know how I should break a conversation with her. So begun the random questions in having a conversation.

Me: Hey, how come its so packed this morning?

Jo: Hmm, its usually packed on Fridays, you don't come here often?

(I'm going to call her Jo from here on)

Thinking to myself, fuck! I'm screwed...

Me: ohh.. oddly the vending machine at my building ran out of Coke..

Jo: Coke?! (Looking oddly confused)

Me: I'm a Coke-connoisseur..

As I laughed away my awful reasoning..

Jo: What's that?

Me: Well, you know how they have Wine Connoisseurs.. I'm the Coca Cola version. For example, if you see a can or a bottle of coke in Singapore they usually spell Classic or Klassic on the label. The one that starts with C is made in Msia for distribution to Singapore which taste more carbonated and less sweet, while the only spelt with a K is made in Indonesia which are less carbonated and more sweeter.

Jo: Oh wow, I didn't know there was a diff..

Me: haha.. there is more la but don't wanna bore you with Coca-Cola 101 early in the morning..

Jo: no la, it is kind of fascinating I'd say.

At this point I felt I made some connection there with our informal speech..

After talking a little bit more, I found out she pretty much fell into the criteria I set for myself. We both had to leave for our office after awhile. Didn't realize but we pretty much headed the same direction with her office building right beside mine and I waved at her bye neighbor.

With this event, I begun operation tap and go the following week Monday to Wednesday, where I would just walk-in to grab a coffee to go and say Hi to her shortly. For Thursday however, I decided to just walk past the cafe, while she stared outside. Pretending to be on the phone as I walked by, took a glance at her trying to wave at me, I ignored her and walked off.

For me this process I would say was to create an imprint impression to her.

At last it was Friday again and knowing the cafe would be packed as previous week, I went there early and grabbed a seat and waited. Jo came in after some time luckily she spotted me, but this time round she came with a baggage. Another colleague of hers came along this time round and joined us. Luckily they both pretty much looked alike in terms of stats and facial structure. Jo introduced her colleague Xin to me as they both sat down at the table.

Me: Hey are you 2 sisters?

Jo: Isit cos we Chinese?

Me: ya la.. why cannot? hahaha.. nah it's cos both of you are facial structure are closely related to Yuan Chinese that's all..

Jo: Yuan Chinese??

At that time Xin looked puzzled as well..

Me: Are we going to start off with another Coke-Connoisseur morning?

Xin: Coke-Connoisseur?

Jo: He is Coca Cola Wikipedia lo.. so what's Yuan Chinese?

Me: Here we go I guess...

I explained to them pretty much China's dynasty history and migration patterns.

Jo: Oh shit, so I'm really not Chinese Chinese..

Xin: Where you find him one?

Me: See la first time meet your colleague I end up telling grandfather stories..

Jo: okay la still fascinating I guess...

Xin: okay la it's not a bad story..

We chatted awhile more before making our way back to our offices, this time Xin forward a handshake to me and said nice meeting you. Jo waved bye and they both walked up the stairs.

Couldn't help but stare at the ladies walking up the stairs as Jo's butt wiggled side to side and Xin's perky butt was popping in her dress.

My dick woke up suddenly.. IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET. Fuck My Life.

Thankfully I have a messenger bag to cover up, so I headed over to my office thinking and pondering on how I could ever break the acquaintances chain and get in the friend zone...

Weeks passed, going through the same cycle with Jo and sometimes Xin, finally hatched the perfect plan. After finding out what industry Jo was in, I started to seek her advice on certain areas to get more conversation flowing.

A few weeks passed where she would invite me over to her office to "help" me with some work related issues and Xin would be there from time to time. I could sense the both of them soon getting more informal with me and that seems to be all the right signs :)

*beep* *beep* I get a text from Jo, asking for my plans for tonight and my thoughts ran wild "is it time already?"

WRONG!

Jo: Hey whats your plan for tonight?

Me: Nothing much probably go home to rest or go night cycling..

Jo: wa you can cycle?

Me: wa cannot meh? so what's up?

Jo: hmm nothing much just wanting to check if you're free tonight to help me and Xin out on one of our proposal and its right in your field.

Me: Aiya you both helped me out so much, no prob! But you owe me BJ

Jo: BJ?!

Me: Ben & Jerry.. why?

Jo: ... ok ok

After clocking out, 3 of us headed to grab a light dinner and wait for their office to clear out...

As we ate and had a good chat, Jo's phone rang and the smile on her face faded soon after.

She told us her mom had a fall at home and needed to rush over.

Jo: Hey sorry, but I really need to head back home urgently.

Me: yeah go check on your mom and update us ok? Me and Xin will heart 2 heart work :P

Xin: ehhh.. okay okay, no choice I suppose..

On the way back to Xin's office we begun to talk more on a personal level and getting to know one another better since it was always with Jo around we didn't really talk much.

Xin: so what's your real motive with Jo?

Me: Motive? get free ice cream from both of you hehehe! But hey its 2019, I'm pretty sure opposite sex can just be friends. Plus I got 2 pretty ladies to accompany me for dinner how can I complain?

Xin: what about your girlfriend? Wait till she find out...

Me: No la don't have one, why? Whats your motive?

Xin: No la just asking that's all.

We started talking more about our hobbies and pretty much getting to know one another more.

That's the end of Part 1: The Connection.

Come back next Tuesday for Part 2: Friend Zoned Dinner.

#OFFLIMITS #eroticblog #eroticsingapore #singapore #eroticstories #spicysingapore

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SPN 8x11: “LARP and the Real Girl”

THEN: Charlie Bradbury. Things with Sam and Amelia officially end. Things between Dean and Benny officially end. The brothers choose each other.

The tree of pain thing.

RIP first victim. Drawn and quartered.

“China Grove” by the Doobie Brothers.

Ah, it’s been weeks.

“I know what you gave up wasn't easy.” What you gave up wasn’t easy either, Dean.

Garth! Sending them another case.

“Yeah, you’ve been Garthed.” hahaha

“Okay, we got to lose the GPS on our phones, because Garth has been tracking us, and other hunters, apparently, to assign cases.”

That’s what Bobby would do. Dean even said so.

Special Agents Taggart and Rosewood.

“FBI? You guys are quick. Haven't even got the body out yet.”

“Well, the FBI is all work…no play.”

Huh, is Dean going off of Sam’s recent attitude?

“Uh, neighbor downstairs said she got woke up in the middle of the night by the sound of horses stomping their feet and galloping. We didn't find any hoof prints. She probably heard a TV or was having a bad dream or she was high as balls.” I love this Sheriff.

haha

Lance Jacobsen.

“We want to know about the, uh – the texts you sent Ed last night.”

“I told them when they brought me in those texts weren't from me.”

“Well, your phone and Ed's phone say otherwise.”

“No, I mean, they were from me, but they weren't from me me.”

That cleared it up.

Greyfox the Mystic (Lance), Thargim the Mystical (Ed), and Moondoor.

“Oh, ye Gods! Thargrim the Difficult has fallen!” He is not taking Ed’s death well.

"Welcome to Moondoor, Michigan's largest LARPing game."

“And I thought we needed to get out more.”

Technically, they are getting out.

Dean’s right, Moondoor does look awesome.

There’s our Queen of Moons.

The tree.

OH JESUS WHAT’S HAPPENING TO HIM

RIP Lance Jacobsen. Greyfox the Mystic has fallen.

“God forbid he was contagious. I'm gonna go dip myself in hand sanitizer.” Not a bad idea at all.

Moondoor looks amazing.

“Excuse me. Hi. Uh, you are a LARPer, yeah?”

“I prefer the term ‘interactive literaturist’.”

“These aren’t fake badges.”

“Uh, yeah, they are, and they're...very good, but, um, well, the I.D. number shifted to 10 digits with, uh, two letters mixed in at the end of the year, and, uh, the seal's from last month. Really good work.”

Ha, exposed. I’m sure they stopped by Kinko’s after this.

The shot of Charlie taking off her helmet always makes my heart flutter.

Charlie is pissed.

“No, I buried myself. Then Dick Roman went down, his company belly-up, and I figure, ‘Hey, it's all good,’ and I was fine. I got my life back. Now you're here, and if you guys are here, monsters are here. Why do I have such bad luck? What am I – some kind of monster magnet? Is there such a thing as a monster magnet? You know what? Don't answer that. I don't care. What I care about is not getting my other arm broken... or dying.”

“Greyfox and Thargrim – uh, Ed and Lance – they're not missing. They're dead.”

Charlie’s army has had a string of bad luck. “ A month ago, one of my guys had both her ankles broken before battle. Before that, I had three people have hospital-worthy accidents while at home. You think there's any connection there?”

“You know, if you, uh... move your archers back and your broadswordsmen to the west...”

“Huh. Fight the warriors.”

“Yep.”

“My point, which is usually yours, is that she should get somewhere safe and get back to a normal life.” Oof, never noticed Dean telling Sam that it’s usually Sam’s thing to want people to have a safe, normal life.

“Hey, I am right here, and I want to leave.”

“Thank you.”

“But the queen...she has to stay. I mean, Sam is right. People are dying. That can't happen on my watch. And you know what? I am tired of running. I like my life here. I'm gonna stay and fight for it.”

I love you, Charlie.

Dean and Charlie: “The pornstar?”

“...the poison.”

LMAO

DEAN’S SO EXCITED TO LARP!

“Beware: this is a gateway to the future.”

Maria...aka Gholandria the Wicked.

You look so good Dean!

“You sent Sam a phantom text from his ex? Dick move, sir.”

“Yeah, not my finest hour.”

“So he found some normalcy with this chick, and now it's gone... again. Thanks to you.”

Uh, Sam did choose to not stay with Amelia.

“Yeah, well, now he's more committed than ever, so there's that. But, trust me, this life – you can't afford attachments. You just got to... let go.”

“Are we still talking about Sam, or did you break up with someone, too?”

Charlie kknneewww.

“Now, wait a second. If it wasn't for you, we would have never been able to take down Dick Roman. Out there in the real world, you are a hero.”

What a sweet interaction between Charlie and Dean.

“I'm noticing a lot of these maidens checking you out.”

“What? I can’t shut this down. It’s good to be queen.”

I mean it, Charlie is self esteem goals.

Sam’s got himself a research partner.

“I haven't seen anything like it in my travels throughout the realms, your highness.”

“All right. Well, if you think of anything, come see me in my tent. Anytime.”

OOHHH CHARLIE’S PICKING UP CHICKS. GET IT!!

The Tree of Pain.

Dean even threatens people with fake weapons.

“First time for everything, right?”

“First time for a lot of things if you want to come find my tent later.”

OH, Sam got himself a date.

“Another time.” Awww no.

Your loss.” I’d say so too.

Charlie’s sent back to safety to find Sam.

“Lead the way to the Orcs, Bolty.”

“Speak when spoken to, handmaiden.”

Uh, r u d e.

Oh boy. Charlie’s been taken.

“Our, uh, pal Boltar the chatty is getting the, uh, Shadow Orc prisoner. We're gonna do a little prisoner exchange, try to draw the king out of hiding. It was my idea.” No it wasn’t, omg.

“I’m just an I.T girl...standing in front of a monster...asking it not to kill her.”

“I just want my old life back!”

“That is all I want, as well.”

Ooh, pretty fairy.

“Now, before we exchange, a few announcements. Um, there is a peewee-league soccer playoff game tomorrow on the alpha field. We don't want to freak out the mundanes, so we got to move the Battle of Kingdoms to the beta field.” pfft.

“All right. I need real answers. This here is a real gun, see?” Dean, please.

Sam barely flinched, haha.

“Is the queen really in danger?”

“Okay, we got – there was something odd down by the creek. It's this weird tent. It's not one of ours. It's kind of creepy.”

“Why are you being so helpful all of a sudden?”

“Look, I harbor an epic crush on the queen. Maybe you could put in a good word for me when you find her.”

Yeah, that ain’t gonna work out.

“My name is Gilda. I'm from the Hollow Forest of Arkhmoor. I'm a fairy.”

“Man, someone is taking this game way too seriously.” Yeah, that’s pretty much what happened.

“Gilda, my name is Charlie Bradbury, and I am here to rescue you.” Hmm, swoon.

“Why don't you take off, Bolty? We got it from here.”

“A handmaiden and a time traveler rescue the queen? I think not, kind lady.”

Screw off, dude.

Get it!!!!

Boltar. You evil little bastard.

“Well, now what, Gerry?“

“My name is Boltar the Furious!”

Oh, he’s furious all right.

“My plan was, after getting rid of all of my competition, to win the battle tomorrow, convincing the queen that I should be her king.” EW COME ON.

“But then you two idiots showed up, and I was forced to improvise. Rescue the damsel in distress from Orcs, become king, kill you both – that'll work, too.” Oh yeah, kill her friends. That’ll make her like you.

Charlie destroys the book, Horcrux style.

WHAT A MOVE.

“I'm free of the spell. You saved me. The Hollow Forest is forever in your debt. I must return to those green hills now. I will take my former master with me. He must face a fairy tribunal for his sins.”

So he gets to go to Fairy jail?

“Call me...maybe?”

“Smell you later, bitches.”

“So, what's, uh... what's next? 'Cause no fun, right? Look, before you say anything, I – I – I get it. No amount of fun is gonna help you get over what you gave up. You just, uh... you need time, right?” AWW Dean.

“Yeah. Thanks. And you're right. Having fun won't help me. It'll help both of us. Shall we?” AWWW SAM.

WOW DEAN REALLY WENT ALL OUT

AND SAM AND HIS LITTLE PONY TAIL.

"This episode is dedicated to the men, women, elves, demigods, magi, druids and chamber pot servants who gave their lives fighting and winning for the Queen of Moons in the Battle of the Kingdoms. Go bravely into the next world, fallen soldiers."

I love this episode.

#supernatural #spn summer rewatch #spn liveblog #spn 8x11 #larp and the real girl

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