#spike has attack dog privileges

[destiny-in-the-universe]

THIS IS NOT A SHIP!

@just-animaxiz has got me so badly hooked on this platonic (adoptive) brothers trope and i am now making it everyone’s problem

Anyway~ have some Randy and Spike from my reincarnation verse, because I accidentally made Spike look like a teen, but without much further ado!

[destiny-in-the-universe]

grrrrr. I LOVE TNIS SP MUCH

I don’t have the words to express my true excitement and I am almost bouncing off the walls. I just woke up, so I really can’t think of anything to contribute! Smiles got me into those four (Randy and the punk bots) as adoptive siblings and now I can’t get enough of them.

Ok thanks to the 6Teen! RC9GN crew by @lsd-ink, I'm now thinking of funny/cute headcannons (Mostly about Punk Bots, Randy, and some of the other characters) SO IM DRAGGING YOU ALL WITH ME ON THIS ONE.

Starting off with my favs.

To pay off for their jail time, The Punks decided to work at the McMall (Cuz McFist owns 80% of the places), but somehow, Spike is not too keen on working so he decided to take a part-time job as a mechanic in a local station. Luckily it's not a product of McFist.

While Spike works at a mechanic, Thorn works as a bookstore worker and Skewer works in a Claire's type of store! Despite their appearances, they're really decently well with their jobs!

Thanks to @destiny-in-the-universe I do hc that the Punks do go to Randy's school to finish education, and surprisingly, they're really good at a few subjects! Most definitely, they're really skilled at creative writing, shop class, and gym!

Like always, Spike is envious when he first meet Randy. Seeing him have this normal life, with a loving parent, normal home, and everything. Though, Spike can't bully Randy because it doesn't make him feel better. They eventually bond over music, get to know after awkward moments, then eventually, the two got closer like brothers!

Spike got his attack dog moments not only to Randy but to Thorn and Skewer as well. He's been their provider ever since they escaped, and he doesn't want ANYONE to hurt them.

Doesn't matter if you're a girl, guy, nonbinary or anything - Spike will judge you when you're dating Randy or his brothers. He wanted someone who's good for them, and if they ever break a brother's heart, the wolf will bite.

While working at Claire's, Skewer gets asked by a little girl on why he's dressed like that. To humor her, he told the girl that he's the guard of the store, protecting anyone who tries to ruin the princesses' jewels and presents. His looks is a warning sign to anyone who tries to steal them. Astonished, she assumed he's a knight, along with Thorn and Spike, and she gave him the loyal knight ceremony where she tapped a toy wand over his shoulders and deemed him, "Sir Skewer!"

That encounter made Skewer happy in the inside, and if anyone makes of that, they'll know why his name is Skewer.

Thorn, meanwhile, loves working at the bookstore because he loves reading. He entertains the audience by reenacting the scenes, especially in manga books, and got the store a very good attention gain!

He does wonder about Japan and is always ecstatic whenever Mrs. Cunningham includes them on holiday trips to Japan.

Usually, when Randy's group comes together, Spike comes to visit with the other Punks on their breaks, and they have a good time hanging out!

Spike calls Heidi wrong names just to annoy her like how she annoyed Randy by calling him the wrong names.

Skewer and Howard have a chess battle, even though Howard thought it would be lame at first - The reason why he changed is because Skewer claimed Howard can't win.

Thorn have a little gossip fun with the girls, and sometimes would tease Randy over the girl he likes.

Now I heard Randy is the Ninja in this au, and if so, Spike would 100% know it's him. Why? Cuz he's his brother. The others will know eventually.

One thing to note is how Spike's face changed whenever he passes by a McFist product or even a poster of McFist.

NOW TIME FOR OTHER RC9GN CHARACTERS

Bucky, Steven, and Flute Girl all work at the music store. Bucky is very happy and friendly - Flute Girl is cynical and annoyed - Steven is [Trombone Music]

Bash is the local bully and thinks he has power over everyone because 1. His stepdad is the owner of everything, including the mall and 2. Cuz he's big and powerful. Some of the only people who aren't afraid are The Punks and Mrs. Cunningham.

Remember the Creepy Swamp Wizard, CatFish Booray? He has a food truck outside of the mall and it... Well you decide.

Mrs. Cunningham, in my book, is a lawyer that is often not present to the boys. She's been working hard to pay off for everything, but when she does have time, she wants to get to know each of her boys well and hang out with them.

When she needs alone time, Mrs. Cunningham usually either reads novels or practices fighting at the gym. It gets the stress from work out of her. People saw her as agile and skilled, which is how they saw Randy being talented at athletics.

Morgan is one of the popular girls and she is the queen of dancing. She leads dancing mobs at public places for the popularity.

McFist is occasionally seen at the Mall during grand openings or new product advertisements; however, one time he spotted Spike in the distance and he can't help but feel like the punk's familiar to him.

[sweet-as-an-angel]

Yandere Pyramid Headcanons

Warnings: Possessive Behaviour, Unhealthy Behaviour, Pyramid also exists in the version of Silent Hill before the Church Bell Rings, Mention of Physical Attack on Reader, No Pronouns used for Reader Except ‘You’.

Possessive ahh monster man.

Keeps you in a safe, isolated location far from the epicentre of the town so that the only monster you’re at risk of is him.

Scary dog privileges :>

Does anything and everything you ask him to, no matter how trivial the task. Unless you ask him to let you go outside.

Even if the other creatures aren’t wandering around and prowling the streets at that moment, he refuses to let you out.

Unless you give him the puppy dog eyes, which, to his absolute confusion, he found himself unable to resist.

But only once.

You used Pyramid’s weakness for cuteness against him and, when he heard a sound in the distance – the all-too familiar ringing of church bells – and turned to face the origin, you took your chance to escape.

You knew the monsters would come as the world around you peeled, revealing a hellish, rust-ridden, infested reality which, in your terror-stricken state, you didn’t think you’d be around long enough to be at risk of.

Of course, you were cornered.

Of course, just as you were about to become a commemorative name and face on a t-shirt at the hands of a monstrosity, Pyramid Head stepped in and wiped that jittering, straight-jacketed bastard off every map there was, physical and spectral.

Much like the very day he met you. Took you (for what purpose, you still do not know).

He’s never let you out of his sight since.

Keeps you by his side when he’s on a supply run since he can’t trust you to remain in the safety of whatever building he’s fortified.

You might not know it, given his involuntarily stoicism, but Pyramid Head is constantly watching you.

Sure, you may get the feeling you’re being watched, but in a town like Silent Hill, that’s practically a birthright.

And besides, Pyramid doesn’t have any eyes…you think ? So how can he possibly be watching you ?

If you try to chance your arm and run away, he uses his knife as a deterrent.

Slams it down right where you’d be if you had been a second quicker.

He’d never hit you. Not intentionally.

His strength and eternity of wielding the blade makes it as easy to control it as if it were his arm, or an extra limb.

But you don’t need to know that.

He’s lowkey a sucker for physical contact btw.

Once, he found you standing closer to him than usual when the day grew particularly cold.

He wasn’t sure what you were doing at first until you flat-out muttered about “How frigid” it was.

Clouds seemed to form before your face, a human anomaly Pyramid hadn't witnessed this close before. If ever.

This man has no clue how to help you, so he just kind of watched as you gave him a wide-eyed look and, quivering, approaching him as if he were a feral dog (why did you look so scared of him…?), leaned against his side.

He shifted, jumped, stepped back.

What was this feeling ?

His heart spiked, his skin prickled.

Alarmed, you sprang back, and he couldn’t articulate the response to tell you to stay, come back, I’m sorry.

When the two of you finally resumed your journey to nowhere, he walked a little closer to you, inching nearer every few minutes until his hand brushed your side.

And you didn’t pull away :> !

Eventually, when you grew tired, you settled in a decrepit little room that, much like the rest of the town, looked as if it would fall apart if you so much as gave it a mean look.

In a rare act of humanity, Pyramid sat beside you.

And he damn near jumped out of his skin (again) when, unprovoked, you leaned against him.

He made sure not to spook you. Not again.

He couldn’t handle that wounded stare you’d given him earlier. It made him feel…weak. Vulnerable. Human.

And he did not enjoy it.

Well, that's what he thought at first. Before the warmth of something unidentifiable settled in his chest.

From then on, he started taking you out during the colder hours of the day just for the chance to have your skin brush against his.

And each time, that feeling, that tightness in his chest, would spark, set him alight with a fluttering sensation he'd never known before he found you.

Until you got sick. Then he toned it down a little.

But only because he couldn’t enjoy his solitary walks to where he knew medicine lay, too concerned with wondering why you were jerking, and why you sounded like you were roaring whenever you opened your mouth and your eyes squeezed shut, or why liquid would pour out of your nose.

Bless him, he doesn’t know what a cold – or sickness – is. But he does know that, when you lay on top of him and basically used him as your bed, curling up on his chest, he thought he’d seen light.

Real light.

Has resisted the urge to try and make you ill again just for that purpose.

Luckily, your random acts of affection – hand holding (or finger holding, since your entire hand could wrap around one of his fingers),  nuzzling, leaning on him, saying “Thank you” whenever he returned with the supplies – keeps his unhealthy tendencies at bay.

Well, most of them at least.

Reblog for more content like this! It helps creators like myself tremendously and it is greatly appreciated :-)

Masterlist Masterpost

Yandere Masterlist Juicy Original Content <3

[barrenclan]

Got a heartbreaking one for you: I Will Follow You into the Dark by Death Cab for Cutie.

This one works well for a Rainhaze and Slugpelt song, pre-defiance. It comes from their differing views of death we’re shown, how Slugpelt sees it as hopeless and desolate while Rainhaze sees it as comforting and warm.

Especially this one verse here

In Catholic school / As vicious as Roman rule / I got my knuckles bruised / By a lady in black / And I held my tongue / As she told me, "Son Fear is the heart of love" / So I never went back

In my mind I can see this with the younger siblings. Dustfeather being awful to Slugpaw, then later coming to Rainpaw and explaining that this was how love was supposed to be, for her, and Rainpaw severely doubts her. (Cut to the last line “so I never went back”, with Rainhaze leading Dustfeather into the territory late at night).

The very last chorus could be once Ranger reveals Rainhaze to his old clan, and Rainhaze tries to explain to them that death isn’t just something that shouldn’t be dreaded, but something benevolent, the best option. And then Slugpelt can go and Dustfeather him to close it off. (This ask was sent post issue 36, cannot guarantee any of this will happen. Fingers crossed though!!)

Oh yes, I remember this song! I like your analysis on it.

Vocaloid's not really my thing but I take your word for it. The Defiance attack is very apocalyptic for the BarrenClan cats.

Any songs about women doing murder and being hot and excited about it is a perfect Spike song!

Oh, you like me now? Bad bitch on the prowl Straight dudes, big dogs Lock 'em up chow (ciao) Pink tag wrapped around his big toe Put the scum in a bag, let his wife know

It doesn't seem like anyone has suggested it yet, or at least it was long enough ago that my YouTube doesn't remember it. I don't listen to much Will Wood but I like these lyrics with him!

Have you ever died in a nightmare? Woke up surprised you hadn’t earned your fate? Have you ever felt like Atlas, threw your back out on the axis And collapsed and threw the planet away?

Ooh, whatever you think of me (It’s the norm for chemicals, it’s the norm for particles) If you were in my shoes, you’d walk the same damn miles I do (Yes, it’s only natural)

You, could you take a look at me? (You could break an angel’s fall, and ignore the Devil’s call) Am I bad, am I bad, am I bad, am I really that bad? (Still forsaken shoulders fall silent now)

SO Rainhaze coded. The Ashfur MAP is one of my all time favorites too.

Every word that I say seems far too contrived What are your intentions? I'm ashamed by mine When I'm thinking too much, I realize I'm unkind

Pretend that I'm nicer than I'll ever be I am selfish and deluded, enjoy my hypocrisy <- och... remember this Complain that I'm bored, when being bored is a privilege Act like I'm suffering, there's no suffering in this

Hah, yeah.

Early BarrenClan/post-RoseClan vibes to me.

I miss the friends I had to leave behind My dad saying "I'm proud of you son" It makes me wanna go home Could I ever call this place home?

I used to dream about the other side The sun rising on the skyline And a beautiful rainbow Such a beautiful rainbow

[salparadiselost]

Demon au cat ask again: I totally forgot: anytime dick has his laptop out he suddenly has a lap full of demon demanding attention. Damian is the biggest offender.

The first time Dick ever got the experience of having a lap full of demon demanding attention...

It started with Jason, which wasn't surprising because he was the first.

Dick was humming to himself, foot tapping along with his keys across the keyboard. He was back at the Manor after taking some much-needed time away from Bruce. To be honest, he wasn't completely ready to come back yet, but he had an incubus to feed.

And though he wasn't completely kosher with Bruce right now, he wasn't cruel enough to let the impling starve or force him to feed from men he still wasn't completely comfortable with.

Things with Jason were... complicated.

The impling seemed to oscillate wildly between being an oversized cat in Dick's lap and trying to kill him.

Dick looked suspiciously up from his laptop, eyeing the impling.

Jason was rolling on the floor, attacking a teething toy that Bruce had bought him. He had been doing it for the last hour and seemed content with continuing to do so for another hour.

Slowly, Dick put his head back down.

Jason's second set of fangs were growing in and he was bitier than normal because of it. Poor thing's mouth was a mess as longer fangs spiked through his gums and he accidentally bit into his own lip. Teething helped, though in meant at least a dozen pieces of the Manor's furniture had bitemarks now.

It also meant Dick and Bruce's delicate human fingers were a prime target. Jason attacked the digits viciously, and though Bruce sat there and smiled because at least the impling wasn't cowering away, Dick did NOT enjoy this new habit.

Jason's fangs were small, but damn they were sharp. A demon's second set of fangs were their scary set—the ones they used for intimidation and striking killing blows. Their normal set could potentially pass as human, but the second set...

Jason snarled, flipping his toy over and rearing his head back to strike. He was lightning quick and dug his burgeoning fangs into the stuffed dog's mesh neck. A brief spark of triumph went through Jason's eyes and he growled as he bit down harder.

A shiver passed down Dick's spine.

It was hard not to think of his own vulnerable human neck in the place of the mesh dog's when his little brother looked like that.

Jason's eyes flicked up to meet his, and Dick could have sworn Jason sunk his teeth in a little more.

But then, in a split second, Jason threw his toy across the room and was pouncing on it again.

And he was back to being a kitten more than a man-eating lion.

Dick's eyes bounced as he followed Jason's rambunctious and rough play. The impling tore through the room, attacking nearly everything in his path.

Apparently, implings were hyper maniacs at this age and Dick often found Jason racing down the halls, leaping on to him from high places, and pouncing on anything that moved.

He especially loved attacking Dick and his skin was littered with bruises from "love bites" because of it.

Which made sense, if he thought about it. Demons were predators and evolutionarily relied on hunting abilities more than humans. They were meant to stalk and capture prey, that prey being primarily humans. It was probably driving his instincts wild to be surrounded by people that were subconsciously labelled as 'prey'.

Dick couldn't tell you how many times Jason had 'hunted' him at this point. (Especially one memorable moment where Dick had gone to the bathroom at night, only to be terrified by an impling staring him down from in the bathtub. He hadn't even known Jason was there until he sat on the toilet and looked over to see two eerie eyes staring into his soul while he tried to take a shit. Both of them had been scarred by that memory.)

He couldn't even blame the kid too much. Incubi were an extremely social species, but Jason was an only impling. He attacked Dick any time he saw him, but at least he was engaging.

Bruce had told Dick that when he wasn't here, Jason acted completely different. It still didn't trust Bruce and Alfred and it meant that he didn't let himself be an impling. Apparently, he was more hesitant, less active and hardly ever played anywhere that the men could see. It was night and day, comparing how Jason acted around Bruce to how Jason acted for Dick.

Dick wasn't even completely sure how he earned this privilege, but he hoped he didn't mess it up.

"Dick," Jason said, popping up at his side from seemingly no where.

Dick startled, computer rocking in his lap and heart instantly racing. "Jesus Christ, I didn't see you come over here."

Jason smiled, his growing fangs with bloody in his mouth. His eyes were sharp and predatory on Dick's face. "That's because I didn't want you to see me."

Ice ran through him and he made a full-body shudder.

Was Jason trying to give him nightmares of baby-faced brothers with too-large fangs in their mouths?

"Well you succeeded, bud," Dick ground out, trying to keep his tone light but it was forced. "I didn't see you at all."

"Good," Jason chirped. "Now I know I can sneak up on you any time I want."

Jesus... this kid really was trying to give him a heart attack.

"Why don't we not do..."

Jason moved, climbing on to the couch and shoving himself into Dick's lap. The computer fell and clattered on to the ground. Jason gave it a smirk with pride.

His summary report...

"Food now," Jason demanded, settling himself up on Dick's chest and sighing into his collarbone. "I'm hungry."

The incubus's little mental fingers poked at Dick's bond with him like he was trying to get Dick's attention.

Jason had never been this bold. Dick was still half-convinced that the impling might still be wary of him (or even hate him) half the time. Hell, Jason still attacked him.

Blankly, Dick raised a hand to Jason's back and held him. The impling murmured a happy note at the simple touch.

"Do you want me to take you to the kitchen?" Dick asked, getting ready to stand.

Jason shook his head quickly. "No, emotions."

The incubus's head landed on Dick's shoulder. "You taste warm and safe."

He...

Dick's arms tightened around the demon in his lap. The impling responded with a burst of happiness in the bond.

"Okay, you can eat."

The impling instantly took Dick's emotions, and the bliss of feeding settled into the room. Bright happiness was amplified and filled Dick's head. Jason made all the emotions bigger, fuller, and greater than anything Dick ever thought he could inspire.

On his lap, Jason went completely boneless, fully resting into Dick. He tucked his face up against Dick's neck and lazily pulled at the bond between them.

It didn't even bother him when Jason fell asleep with those new fangs pressed against his jugular.

~Kay

[oogaboogaspookyman]

Mew: *BITES YOU AND MAKES YOU TRANS*

Celeste: oh no! How could such a thing... Transpire?

Mew and Celeste give each other finger guns.

✨Random Quotes From The Fam✨

Adam is trying to help mewtwo get off the roof.

Adam: right, don't put too much weight-

Mewtwo: WHE- WHU- WHERE THE FUCK AM I MEANT TAE PUT MY WEIGHT?! WHERE?! I CANNAEY EVEN PUT MY WEIGHT ON THE ROOF, IT'S DEAD THIN, I CAN'T EVEN HOLD ONTO THE GUTTER [????], O HEYER ANDREW, HOLD IT FOR FIVE MINUTES, YA FUCKIN' WANK-STAIN.

Mewtwo: DON'T PUT- DON'T SHIFT YER WEIGHT- WHIT THE FUCK ARE YE TALKIN' ABOOT?! I CANNAEY HOLD ONTO THE FUCKIN' THE FUCKIN' ROOF, I CANNAEY HOLD ONTO THE FUCKIN' GUTTER, WHERE THE FUCK AM I MEANT TAE GO? i cannaey just... MOVE IT!

Adam: *losing it* oooooooohooooooo- *wheezing*

Mewtwo: nae fuckin' wander, that's how agitated i am, you really fuckin' agitated me!

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Adam: SOMEONE HELP ME PUT OUT THE FIRE ON MY ARMS BEFORE THE POLICE COME HERE!

Mew: why would the police arrest you for that?

Adam: UNAUTHORIZED HANDLING OF A FIREARM!

Mew and Adam give each other a high-five, Mew transformed into a humanoid to accomplish this.

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Adam and Mary are playing Cuphead and are speaking in the character's voices for fun, they're fighting The Root Pack (onion boi)

Mary: Cuphead?

Adam: wat.

Mary: i kinda feel bad for him, i mean he's just there crying while we're shooting at him with- whatever this stuff is.

Adam: CRY ALL YOU WANT, YA CRYBABY!

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The fam is playing Cuphead: The Delicious Last Course, they're on the ice boss.

Mary: wow, Mugher? What's next Cupthem?

[intelligible chatting]

Adam: "hey Cuphead i've been thinking things, i think i might be genderfluid"

Adam: "OF COURSE YOU'RE FLUID, NUMBSKULL, IT'S IN YER HEAD!"

[the entire fam burst out laughing while mew is imitating Cuphead music for no fuckin' reason]

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MEMORY after seeing Adam full-on push a random dude off a tall place: ... I did not expect that... But i expected not to expect that so it doesn't count.

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Adam: Clownery. Tomfoolery. Absolute fuckery, I am going to revoke your life privileges.

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Mewtwo: Does anyone know how to relax? Asking for a friend.

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Mewtwo: I only have two emotions: exhaustion and stress. And I’m somehow always feeling both simultaneously.

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Adam: A fistfight CAN be romantic.

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Mewtwo: Fuck capitalism. It's a rigged system that keeps us poor and it isn't fair. You shouldn't need to work three jobs to afford basic necessities.

Mewtwo, playing Monopoly: Sorry, if you wanted to win you should have tried not being poor.

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(@xxtc-96xx it'd be funny)

TC's fans: *cocks gun* Go to Bed. This is no longer a request, This is now a Threat.

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Mary: I hate how you're just born out of nowhere, and you're forced to go to school and get education so you can get a job. What if I wanted to be a duck? No one ever asked me if I want to be a duck!

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Mewtwo: When life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade. Make life take the lemons back! Get mad! I don't want your damn lemons, what the hell am I supposed to do with these? Demand to see life's manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give Mewtwo lemons! Do you know who I am? I'm the legendary who's gonna burn your house down! With the lemons! I'm gonna get my clones to invent a combustible lemon that burns your house down!

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Mew: Fruits that do not live up to their names; passionfruit, grapefruit, honeydew and dragonfruit.

Mew: Fruits that do live up to their names?

Mew: Orange.

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Adam: My dad has a spiked collar.

Adam: *dog

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Mewtwo: No thanks.

Mewtwo: I'm god.

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Adam: Then either Sonic is a god or could kill god, and I do not care if there is a difference.

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Adam: Not to be nsfw but I want someone to hold me while I sleep.

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MEMORY: I came out here to attack people and I'm honestly having such a good time right now.

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Ace at MEMORY: ...This is one of those moments where it doesn't really matter what I have to say, isn't it?

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I'm not creepy.

I'm petty.

There's a difference, ya' know.

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Mew: If I can't cause tiny bits of chaos every day, I think my body will shut down.

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Adam, talking about mewtwo: I would never say that my partner is a bitch and I don’t like them. That’s not true… My partner is a bitch and I like them so much!

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(@esmam1ss2n9shu773r for the video)

Mewtwo: and here we have a lesbian tall thing stuck in a tree-

Teen Aliza: i'm actually stuck in the tree pls help-

Mewtwo: *sigh* my daughter's stuck in the tree again- ADAM!

[bambisfuneral]

Hii can I request number 7 and 18 from the fluff/general with Kuroo and number 15 and 13 from the angst list with Oikawa? Thank youu so muchh!

Yeah so your requests weren’t saving or posting but then I figured out why, I was trying to add gifs but ig they were to big or something for Tumblr to process so I’m sorry this took a looot longer this was supposed to. Just letting you know the Oikawa one is being posted separately, I didn’t forget about it.

Count:

Pairing: Kuroo x Reader

Warnings: None besides Kuroo being a dork

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You hadn’t seen Kuroo in a couple days due to you guys being on two different schedules, practice for him has been getting more frequent and you’ve been having to study and work on projects more for your classes. So the two of you would only exchange a few words every day before continuing with not being able to see or talk to each other.

That wasn’t the case today though, it was Friday and you normally go over to his house to stay the night but for whatever reason, practice had got cancelled so you and Kuroo were walking back to his place with Kenma following behind you at his own pace.

“Yeah it makes no sense, Lev’s about 6’5” but can’t jump to save his life...... and he can’t spike either. But he’s a cool guy once you get to know him, he just acts an ass sometimes”

Kenma looked up from playing MonHun for a moment before shaking his head at Kuroo’s comment.

“Oh, you mean just like you?”

You snorted and smirked looking up at Kuroo, he just feigned being hurt like he just got shot while giving you a look of fake shock.

“Did you just-.... Do you hear this? I can’t believe you’d just attack me like that Kenma! Y/N tell him he can’t talk to me like that”

You just pursed your lips trying to hide a smile.

“He’s not lying Testu”

It got quiet after your statement so your eyes shot up at him with worry but you were met with a sly grin and a light blush on Kuroo’s face.

“I love it when you call me that, say it again”

“I would but I don’t wanna give you the satisfaction, you’re four hugs short on payment so really I shouldn’t aaaand I should take away your kissing privileges”

Kuroo gasped and paused abruptly causing Kenma to bump into him, his eyes switched between you and Kenma. Kenma had a straight face but Kuroo could see the slight amusement in his eyes but when he looked at you, you had your arms crossed and an eyebrow raised. He decided to play along with a small smirk.

“What? Wait, no, don’t take kissing away from me. Anything but that, please. I don’t think I’ll be able to live another day if you do”

He got down on his knees and looked up at you giving you the look, that look. That stupid look he always gives you when he doesn’t get his way, he thinks he looks like a cute puppy dog pouting. Honestly..... you think he looks goofy but you can’t help but fall for it anyways. You just huffed and rolled your eyes before bending down to place a kiss on his forehead, you grabbed his hands and he pulled himself up. Kuroo looked off to the side before looking down at you silently.

“Did I ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?”

You looked in the direction where he had looked off to and realized the sun was setting, you were both in a position where the sunlight was hitting your whole face and it just made your skin look glowy and your eyes look like heaven. You couldn’t tell whether you started blushing or not but you could feel your cheeks get hot regardless. Kuroo always catches you by surprise with his compliments so you never get used to them, and it’s always something different every time. It makes you feel like you have no flaws and he loves everything about you.

“I know that look.... what’re you thinking?”

He gave you a pointed look while you bit the inside of your cheek.

“Just thinking about how lucky I am to get a kiss ass like you”

You both chuckled briefly when a loud smack was heard and you both turned to look behind Kuroo.

“Did you really just hit me with your PSP?”

Kuroo had a bored look on his face gripping his psp tightly, “I’m getting kinda hungry, so can we hurry this up and get back? I tried to ignore it but just hearing this going on was hurting my soul”

Kuroo just laughed loudly slapping Kenma’s back

“Sure thing buddy, so? What’re you thinking for dinner?”

When the two of you turned to keep walking, a small smile appeared on Kenma’s face. He’d never admit it but he was happy the two of you were together, he noticed you brought out the best in each other. That and he was glad somebody could distract Kuroo long enough so he that could get to the next level on his game.

“What about some tonkatsu and onigiri?”

“Fine by me”

[popatochisssp]

Obviously no pressure, but if you wanted to share your ideas on house pets, there would be great interest from at least one person. But headcanons are closed and I totally respect that (this very ask aside sorry). No pressure to do anything!!! just wanted to let you know that it seems like fun info.

Sans (Undertale): Strongly inspired by a fantastic fanfiction I can’t recommend enough, he has a cat affectionately named Catsup (Norwegian Forest Cat). Of course he does. Pretty typical story here, he more or less went to a shelter, locked onto the biggest, fattest cat there, and filled out the paperwork to damn her to a life of having a pun for a name. He...may have only gone to the shelter because he was hardcore struggling with depression and his brother read somewhere that pets can help a little, but that's...that’s neither here nor there. Catsup turned out to be a perfect fit for Sans in spite of his initial attitude of, 'I'm only doing this to make Papyrus happy'-- she's probably just about as chill and lazy as the skeleton himself, content to flop over just about anywhere, anytime and hang out. Her laidback nature was a blessing for Sans, a first-time cat-owner who didn't really know what he was doing or what she needed right away. A more high-maintenance cat probably wouldn't have been as forgiving and there'd have been a lot more stress on everybody before he got it figured out. Now, he considers Catsup his best little pal and doesn't even need to be reminded to change out her bowls and her litter. He's surprisingly responsible, when he actually really cares about something.

Catsup’s Quirks: Likes it when you gently slap her belly, always gravitates towards the room with the most people in it, often appears in unusual places that it seems like she shouldn't have been able to get to

Papyrus (Undertale): He...begrudgingly missed working with the Canine Unit once the Royal Guard was officially disbanded... It took him awhile to be able to openly admit he was interested in getting a dog, and when he did, he had standards-- it had to be a smart dog, one that could learn tricks and follow rules, unlike a certain annoying creature that’s plagued his life and home and special attacks in the past!!! So he did a lot of breed research, found a local, ethical breeder for the kind he was looking for, and went to pick out a pup. Spike (Border Collie), so named for his incredible coolness, is a perfect fit for his energetic skeleton friend and loves to run, exercise, and learn new tricks all the time!

Spike’s Quirks: Learned to wipe his feet before coming inside just by watching Papyrus do it, hams up his tricks and sometimes does them without prompting, never leaves the park without an impractically large stick to bring home

Sky (Underswap Sans): You will literally never get him to admit the real reason he got a dog companion because he knows in his heart of hearts that it’s such a silly reason... He saw a video online of a dog delicately eating a watermelon and while most people would’ve had a kneejerk reaction of, “I NEED TEN,” but not gotten any, he had the same reaction and just...talked himself down to one. And so came Poff (Samoyed), a big ol’ floofer who’s a lot like her master when it comes to levels of energy and affection. She’s happy to follow him around on patrols, training sessions, and even through obstacle course...so of course, she tends to get very dirty very quickly. Luckily, Sky’s diligence in grooming her keeps her coat as white and fluffy as her namesake!

Poff’s Quirks:  Loves baths, tap dances at the mention of treats, doesn't chew her toys and just hoards them instead

Paps (Underswap Papyrus): He wasn’t really in the market for a dog, himself. He was just along for the ride when his bro was picking up Poff, when he happened to hear the most hilarious sing-screaming sound he’d ever heard in his life. He followed it all the way to the little fellow who would soon be known as Smoochie (French Bulldog), and he sure seemed upset about...something? He never really figured out why, he was laughing too hard from hearing a sound like that come out of something so small and weird-looking. He didn't try to adopt Smoochie that day, much as he loved his sound, but he found himself going back to the shelter a couple times just to check on and play with him. After two or three months with no one else adopting the little prima-donna, he figured he might as well commit and take him home. He's a fun little dude and Paps hasn't regretted it for a second, but he's forever in denial about just how much of a Dog Dad he's become since. It's totally normal to carry your dog around in the hood of your sweatshirt, isn't it???

Smoochie’s Quirks: Screams a lot, will eat food out of peoples’ hands if they’re not paying attention, jumps higher than it seems like he should be able to

Jasper (Underfell Sans): Like most things in his life, he didn’t put a whole lot of planning or forethought into getting a dog. He was out one night, decently drunk, and a friend of a friend of a friend of a coworker was talking about this dumb dog he had that was supposed to be a guard dog but couldn't do it worth a damn because he was too friendly. The guy was yammering about how to get rid of it and something about that struck a chord with Jasper. It was pretty soon after monsters surfaced and maybe that's why it felt...important to him? He was probably just drunk and emotional and soft that he even stepped in or said anything, but it is what it is. He’s a skilled enough conman that it didn't take him long to talk the guy around in circles until he was willing to pay Jasper for the privilege of taking this animal off his hands and in short order, he was almost bowled over by the big dog that planted its paws on his shoulders at their first meeting. Jasper immediately renamed him from something cliché and 'intimidating' to Tubbs (Rottweiler) for how heavy the goofy bastard was and then brought him right home. His brother wasn't particularly pleased and swore he would not be caring for this beast, but he never had to; Jasper kinda missed having something trusting and affectionate to take care of, and Tubbs has been daddy's little fatty ever since.

Tubbs’ Quirks: Shreds even the heaviest duty toys, lays on people as if he were a lap dog, drools rivers if somebody's eating food around him

Pyre (Underfell Papyrus): Who am I to defy literal years of fanon...? His first meeting with Doomfanger (Persian) was about as clichéd as it gets-- a scrawny, dingy, scraggly and matted cat scurrying out of an alley in the rain. She went right up to him and, well... it was love at first mew. He scooped her right up, bestowed a fittingly intimidating name upon her, and took her home with him, in spite of the fact that she looked more like a mutant rat than a cat at the time. After shaving the mats off, bathing the dirt away, and getting her some regular food, though, Doomy actually ends up being an exceedingly beautiful feline! He credits his attentive care and grooming for her pristine, silvery fluff and will brag about it at a moment's notice, but he's just ever so slightly in denial about her sweet and gentle nature. Doomfanger is a vicious killing machine, a true apex predator that nothing stands a chance against! That's...that’s obviously why he carries her around so much... And why he plucks her away from any other animal that comes near her like some sort of mother hen-- he's minimizing the bloodshed! If he let her loose, there would be no survivors!

Doomfanger’s Quirks: Meows in peeps, avid shadow-chaser, extremely receptive to handling

Mal (Swapfell Sans): Hey, anyone remember FGTC? This one cameo’d in that fic, she may seem familiar~ So...he wanted a pet. At first, he thought a cat would be good, fierce independent hunters that they’re reputed to be...but after spending time with a lot of cats and not really clicking with any, he was forced to concede that he was just more of a dog person. In hindsight, of course that’s what he was looking for: a loyal companion to (literally, ha!) dog his steps and follow his orders. Before he can actually, intentionally start looking for one, though, the universe works its magic and he finds one digging around in the garbage out behind the house. The emergency vet he brings the scarred and skeletal stray to tells him that, judging by her injuries, she was probably bait in some dog-fighting ring somewhere and got thrown away when she wasn’t useful anymore. Well. Fuck that, Princess (Pitbull) deserves better than that, and she’ll have it! He takes on the duty of nursing her back to health and earning her trust and it isn’t long before she shows her true colors as the loviest sweetheart of a dog that ever was. She’s utterly useless as an attack/guard dog, but her barks are loud and intimidating, and she obeys commands at the drop of a hat, so Mal doesn’t hold that against her. She goes with him just about anywhere she’s allowed and he shows her off with the same enthusiasm you’d expect for a pedigreed Best in Show dog.

Princess’ Quirks: Wags with her entire butt, will kiss the moment someone’s face is in range, barks at doorbells both real and on TV

Rus (Swapfell Papyrus): He didn’t mean to get a cat, not really... He was just following along with his brother when Mal was kicking around the idea of getting one, and Mal may not have clicked with anybody there, but he sure did. Actually... Kitkat (Manx) may have picked him and he’s just along for the ride. Kitkat was kinda young at the time, a little smaller than all the rest and also...no tail??? But what a personality, loud and playful and super sweet and...when it was time to leave the shelter, he just...he couldn’t bring himself to do it without her, he was in love! It’s mutual, at least-- she latched right onto him pretty much instantly and is pretty much never not with him whenever he’s at home, following him around from room-to-room.

Kitkat’s Quirks: Bone-rattlingly loud purrs, loves to play fetch, prone to 3AM zest for life and zooming all around the house accordingly

Slate (Horrortale Sans): I actually wrote about this one! But the gist of it is...he likes cats. Eventually got confident enough to go get one and zeroed right in on the weirdest-looking, least adoptable cat in the shelter he volunteers at. Slinky (Cornish Rex) was deaf, kinda ugly, and a whole lotta weird, but hell, she’ll fit right in at home, yeah? And so she does! She wrecks a lotta shit and is loud as hell, but stuff is only stuff and Slate’s never had an issue with noise. Actually...she really helps him out with his sleep and focus issues, it’s hard to drop off or dissociate when you have a cat in your lap, yelling at you at batting your face because it’s Play Time or Dinner Time, wake the fuck up!!! She’s a bastardous gremlin, but he loves her to bits.

Slinky’s Quirks: Clumsy and bad at judging distances, loves ankle-looping, insists on sniffing all people-food but never actually tries to eat it

Papy (Horrortale Papyrus): Following the trauma of the underground and the ensuing massive outpouring of empathy from humanity at large, monsters were made aware of many therapeutic resources that they could take advantage of, one of which was therapy animals. Papy naturally thought this was a wonderful idea...for other monsters, who were of course far more psychologically-damaged and not quite so good at enduring as himself. But...his brother does volunteer at an animal shelter, and he goes to visit him on occasion so he's made friends with a lot of animal people. This is how he hears about a therapy dog in need of a new forever-home due to complicated circumstances with her former owner, and well... it would be rude not to offer the Lady (Borzoi) a place to stay! He’s surprised by her appearance at first, having expected something more like a golden retriever or some kind of shepherd??? But he's very quickly charmed by her and actually feels more than a little bit of kinship with her no stranger to being long and oddly proportioned, himself-- and they're both doing their best to make it look graceful instead of weird. Since Lady proves to be a sweet and gentle-mannered dog, Papy just sort of...never bothers trying to find other accommodations for her. She’s welcomed wholeheartedly into their home, which she repays with plenty of unconditional love and effortless emotional support!

Lady’s Quirks: Spins in circles when excited, very polite when begging for table scraps, never barks but howls often

[jhon-sayson]

6 Work-From-Home Tips to Keep You Sane and Safe

Millions of people across the globe are working remotely from their houses because of the coronavirus pandemic. Unfortunately, this has significantly taken a toll on every worker’s productivity. This presents a new challenge for office employees working regular 8-5.  

We, humans, are creatures of habit. We enjoy the routine, may it be the morning rush, the annoying alarms, or the quick breakfast to work. That is why when something as immensely dangerous as a global crisis threatens our routine, we can’t help but feel attacked and stressed.  

It’s true; having the choice to work remotely during the coronavirus pandemic is a privilege. However, it comes with its own setbacks. Imagine having to shift your usual routine to working from home for the first time, full-time.

Have you been stressed about the new setup? If you’re frequently sporting your sleepwear even during the start of your shift, know that many are guilty too. Best believe, it is not the best way to start your work-from-home (WFH) day.  

Surely, these best practices will guarantee that you’re successful and productive at getting necessary work done and maintaining your well-being.  

Here is a list of the tips and tricks you can do to stay safe and absolutely sane during this kind of weird set-up.  

Get ready.  

Are you guilty of clocking it to work but sleeping your way afterwards? Well, this is one of the many pitfalls of working from home. You have your own free time. Basically, everything is flexible. You control your time. You work at your own pace as long as you deliver the same quality of work you’ve been doing ever since.  

Maybe you’re too complacent or you’re just confident to get the job done right but getting ready is a simple tip that will change your WFH life. It’s undeniable and tempting to stay and wear your pajamas all day. This way you enjoy a comfortable and casual set-up, far from the professional and formal outfits you wear to work.  

Getting ready doesn’t have to mean wearing blazers or make-up. You can wear your favourite women's activewear and still enjoy the same comfort except, you’ll have better productivity. The act of getting ready just spikes and perks you up sending signals to your brain that you mean business.

Create a space that’s solely for work.

One of the many challenges any remote worker faces is keeping his/her home space separate from the office. This transition creates confusion between your work-life balance.  

If you are used to coming into the office each day, the best solution to have a happy work-life relationship is recreating a space that’s similar to your office. This physical workstation sets your mind in the mood for work.  

Your space doesn’t have to be filled with all the office stuff such as office chairs, complete desk setup, or even security doors and screens. Remember, that's not what you want to achieve. Designate an area that’s comfortable yet office-like.  

Avoid using your own bedroom as a workspace because the bed will really tempt you to nap instead. While entering your designate space, you can immediately embrace the work-vibe. This way you don’t get totally confused on how to start your tasks. This is a very easy and doable trick that skyrocket’s your productivity rate.  

Follow working hours as scheduled.  

Just as you get ready for work and create a workspace setup at home, it’s also important to adhere to your working schedule. This helps you best especially when you need to transition back to your office. Of course, you want to enjoy the given freedom and the ability to do work whenever you want.

As much as your in-charge with your own time and environment, you hold yourself accountable to everything you do but it’s important to recognise things as they are. You don’t have to overwork yourself. If you ever feel that you’ve got to do something more, maybe it’s time to convince yourself that you need to recharge and relax.  

Think about your new “officemates.”  

This remote setup is new for many people. Who would have thought that 2020 is the year where we treat our home and office space as one? If suddenly you’re working remotely, there are great chances you’re not the only one that need adjusting.  

Of course, your housemates are now your colleagues. Your dog suddenly becomes your supervisor and your daughter, she is your fun and adorable colleague.  With the relatively unique setup, all your new officemates come with their own situation to deal with. Be empathetic and think when they need to accomplish what they need to do – be it potty time or a virtual school session.

Don’t try to do it all at once.  

Being at home compels you to do many things. We know you have a lot on your plate. The stress that comes with the new normal and the never-ending household chores are pushing you past your limit.  

Here’s the thing: you don’t need to be superman. Rest and take it easy. Don’t be in a hurry. Remember, haste is waste. Slow down and do important tasks within your pace. If you’re thinking about house remodelling, pump repair and services, maybe now is not the perfect time.  

A cluttered mind is nothing but an unproductive one. Reassess your priorities and start working there.

Accept and compromise.  

As they say, the last stage of grieving is always ‘acceptance’, and it should not end there. You need to compromise.  

Yes, the WFH setup offers many great perks, — not having to endure the dreadful morning commute, enjoying homecooked meals, and the choice of wearing your comfortable pajamas all day long — it doesn’t come without drawbacks.  

There’s just a plethora of distractions everywhere. Communication is a real challenge and household responsibilities might get in the way, but the most important thing is you have to learn to adapt to this situation.  

This may sound funny but don’t try to have a bathroom renovation done because you keep comparing your office bathroom to your own home. Understand that you’ll never replicate your office space and learn to compromise with that fact.

We hope that these tips and tricks will truly help you brace these challenging times. Be mindful that this is temporary, and everything will soon move for the better. Hang in there! Stay safe; stay productive!

[aintnouseofpretending]

Uncool. University AU, Queen fan fiction. (John Deacon x Tomboy!Reader)

For now, it can be read as a one-shot—as it was originally intended. If someone is interested in this to continue, please let me know! 😊😊

Warning: Cursing, fluff, a bit slow burn?

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It's a fantastic drowse in the afternoon Sunday. Nothing beats hanging out with your friends, smoking, eating pizzas, and tuning to some heavy metal and rocks on the college parking lot; especially, after your midterm exam. It’s not much of being glad the torturing is over, more of you know you nail the exam after studying hard, like the usual. Feels awesome still. But just hanging out isn’t the reason you all here. There’ll be more headbanging later tonight, one of the local metal band is coming to shake the building; whilst waiting, you and your gang are enjoying the quality and fun times together.

“Yo, y/n!”

One of your male classmates came, bringing more foods and forcing three people you don’t know to carry it when both his hands are free.

“How’s it, Dave?” You return the greetings with a handshake and hug. “Care to introduce your new mates?”

Dave points at a girl with long brown hair and purple streaks. She wears black leather spiked jacket atop of her purple tank, complementing her style with tight leather pants and black ankle boots. She also wears thick makeup that makes her face says "fuck you" to anyone it greets. You like her already.

“Jess Gun, call her G. Music student. Jess, this is y/n, our top dog. Mech like most of us.”

“Take a piss, Dave.” But you still take the compliment as you give G a warm handshake.

“How’s it, y/n.”

Then Dave points at a tall and large man. The man proudly showed off his brand new tan, covered in tonnes of tattoos by wearing only thin black sleeveless graphic metal band tee. The common theme of the night; leather pants and black ankle boots. But he’s much more complete with spiked armbands, bracelet, and chain necklace.

“This is Charles C. C stands for Colossal.”

Not surprising that C carried the most out of their raids, so you stopped him when he tries to pass it somewhere or to someone just so he can give you a handshake. Dave tap C’s shoulder, told him to move, uncovering the next new dog for the pack. Someone you didn’t quite expect to look for tonight’s occasion.

“This is John Deacon, Mr D. Ace of the electrics.”

“Just call me, John.” Say the man calmly with a much softer voice. “Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too…” You return, quite astounded by his symmetrical, handsome, princely features.

For some passerby, it might look like Dave bullies John and force him to carry around his things. And that might be correct, John stands out the most in your group; with his plaid brown shirt, light blue jeans, and a black tight vest. His kind, friendly downturned eyes don’t help either. Feels like looking down at a small puppy as a big black alpha. But lo and behold, he’s also into some deafening and blaring as his past time. Wait, is he?

“Big fan of the Devil’s Fork?” You ask him a bit later after the foods he’s carrying was savaged by your friends.

“Haven’t heard them yet, so I’m not sure. What do you think?”

What begins as your attempt to unfold a bit of mystery surrounding him and following your weird instinct to protect the poor puppy; ends with you blabbering about your obsession over the band—their unique harmonies, intense riffs, and sick styles. You even just noticed that despite his looks that perfectly fit how Dave describes him, he joins you as you power through your Marlboro, leaving nothing for the night. And that was your last pack too.

“Mind continuing whilst we walk to store?” You ask him as you check for your funds. Enough for another pack.

“Okay.”

Nope. The band black van that's showing off their logo on the sides—a small gremlin-like devil holding an oversized red flamming fork in exaggerated art style,—just parked right next to your pick-up truck.

“Well, that’s unlucky.”

“I will run and buy a pack before the gig starts if you’d like.” He says, somehow a bit guilty.

“Nah, mate, I will collect these peasants’ tax. Getting us more of a selection till morning.”

“It's okay. I’m good for today.” He smiles.

From behind him, Dave slaps his shoulder and practically shake the man; he yelped in a very high pitch voice, almost make you burst out laughing. You didn't blame him when he hit Dave's shoulder in return.

“D warmed up to ya’ quick, y/n. As expected.” Dave let out a hearty laugh. “Not many can do that to him. Or maybe that’s because you two are our top rank dweller? Can finally speak in your higher-intelligent language?”

You jokingly kick Dave away and he joins, pretending to be running away from his life, as John—and some that overhear Dave’s remark—laugh at your shenanigan. You hope John didn’t notice you staring at him; amidst the chaos that is Dave munching some arse-whooping from you. You savoured his shockingly cute laugh and face. No. You wish it was forever, so you can admire him to your heart content…

Well, crap.

You just met and you’re crushing hard on him already?

Wouldn't be the first time.

It won’t last long like the others. You assure yourself, tangling your arm on his shoulder as if you’re his old friend. Understanding boundaries and someone else personal space were not one of your strong suits; you get in a whole lot of problems that turn things awkward, but you’ll exploit that fact to get even closer to John.

“But, Dave’s right. You’re gonna have fun with us. And with me, mate.” You say, confidently.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

When you think it’s not possible for a man to be any more charming and stunning, he proved you wrong by just smiling a bit wider.

“I will personally guarantee it.”

***

“Fuck my life.” You sighed after Deacy left your home. You practically let your body fall on the couch as you put your palm on your chest. “What the fuck is going on with me…”

It has been several months since you have attended the best college gig. The same day Dave introduces you to John. You did promise to give John a good time—and it’s a hell of a good time for you and your friends as well. Even John tell you to call him Deacy—or Deaky? He never wrote it down,—the privilege that was only given to you. That might also the reason why your crush now develops into actual feelings.

“Absolutely. Not because he comes here almost every day. All studying together, rocking to music, the fact he makes cool riffs, shred his guitar, and even taught me how to play them…”

You talked to yourself in an attempt to calm down. It works. Partially. You scratch your head furiously and rolled about. Angry that you knew you catch the feelings, but mind goes on thinking it was not a big deal, that it’ll soon be gone. Only when you fall down the couch face first, your decision was made; you will be upfront about it, you will show him your interest. Then, when he returns them warmly, you will do a sneak attack, and ask him to be your boyfriend! Perfect! Maybe then you’ll figure out your feelings more?

“Fuck the tradition.” You exclaimed as you get up. “Says who I can’t woo and pamper my man?”

And so you did. At first, it was very subtle; longer physical contact, purposeful stare, spending more time with him, wearing things he likes, giving him gifts that he likes, listening to even the most curious of his nonsense when he’s drunk. Then it escalates slowly but surely, you have constructed a plan to ask him out to places he likes; arcades, music shop, buy him movies ticket, buy him tickets to concerts. You never fail the dates. And of course, you’re getting even bolder to the point that hugs that used to make your body numb, head empty, heart pounding, feels much too normal now. Occasional holding hands after college or hanging out. Cuddling when watching movies at your house, in front of your friends, even.

But what about him? How does he react? Is it warm enough yet for you to ask him out? You can’t tell. There might be a slight change, but you really can’t see it. It’s always you that initiate physical contacts, even for just a hug. He asks you out to hang, but never to his house, or even special places; just for shopping, to cafes, arcades, library, something very casual. Almost every dates now you try to kiss him, and every time too, somehow, he deflected it as if you purposely closing your eyes and get your face close to him with your award-winning kissy face was just an accident.

“That happens by the end of every date!” You mutter to yourself, burying your face in your palms. “What the hell did I do wrong? Don’t make it clear enough? What do you think, G?”

G stares at you whilst chewing on her gum and smoke at the same time. Now it’s almost on every date too that you drag G and told her your tales of woe. Although you’re paying for her foods, you can clearly see that it doesn’t matter anymore. She’s fed up and well-fed—apparently, she gained a lot of weight because of you.

“Fucking tell him you love him.” Her words came out like venom. “Ask him to be your boyfriend. Stop being a fucking pussy about it. Don’t come to me again if you didn’t do what I said when he’s dating someone else.”

She’s right, you think. Either Deacy is extremely stupid—unlikely for an honour student that beats the crap out of you score wise, or you were never one of the options he wants and simply think your shameless boldness was because you are in fact have zero sense of personal space, and getting used to it fast. Or maybe you're the one that's a wee bit dumber than you thought about not being able to read the atmosphere well most of the times? No other choice but to find out which answer it is.

You’re trying hard to gather your courage, but now you’re still stuck, trying to solve other mysteries instead. As he stares at you, sitting on the other side of the table, eating a giant pile of expensive ice cream quite seriously. Waiting.

You asked him out to an ice cream cafe a week after your date with G, and G said when someone is happy, they tend to give more positive feedbacks, reactions, whatever; because you use that trick and charm her to fatten herself up. It most likely works on him too. Of course, it will be like normal hangout after class, you never miss a day when taking him to places, even if they might be just a small store. It’ll be a hundred per cent chance that he thought today will be normal like thousandth days before. The surprise factor might contribute.

Excellent.

But you’re running out of time; Deacy is powering through the ice cream like it was nothing. If you keep on failing, he might end up like G. Not that it'll affect your feelings towards him.

You took a deep breath.

“Deacy.”

“Yes?”

And there it goes all the courage you have collected for the past ten minutes. Shattered completely as he stopped the scooping mid-way to his mouth.

“See. That’s what happens when you let cats get into your mind. When your guard is lowered, thinking they’re just small creatures that can do you no harm; they took the chance and get your tongue.” He says, then continues eating.

“I am sorry, good sir. But I am willingly and consciously serve my tongue for their enjoyment. Speaks nothing but praise. And they’re very pleased, so they return it.”

He gave out a very monotone gasp.

“They’ve got my best friend under their control. I must go on a journey to find the materials so I can create the machine to reverse the effect of their alien-like ability.”

“She’s your best friend? How sweet, oh, puny mortal. But there’ll be a legion of our army that’ll stop you. By the time your machine is done, she’ll forever be gone. Nothing and no one can save her.”

"A hero will never give up. With the power of friendship, love, and bravery, I will not let anything stops me."

Usually, the odd banter lasts longer and gets weirder by the minutes, to the point that both of you forgot of what you two are previously doing or talking. But this time it doesn't work. What you expected was that you'll just magically drop the L-bomb in between the exchange. Instead, that thought makes you aware of the possibility and suddenly words were lost.

"Y/n? You okay?"

"Yeah. Things get progressively harder to overcome."

"Our made up stories, exam, or something else?"

"Something else."

"What is it?"

You're extremely frustrated by how easy it is to continue talking when it’s just jokes or normal trivial conversations. But when it comes to serious business, you suddenly have no power to speak...

Then you get an idea.

"I got a joke. Knock knock."

"Okay? Who's there?"

"Will you."

"Will you who?"

"Will you be my boyf—."

"There you are! Always leaving us with the dust! Not this time, mate!"

After the initial shock that quite visibly makes you—and Deacy—jumped, you immediately throw your spoons at Dave and his friends that suddenly came. Pouting and fidgeting in your seat in silent anger as they approach you.

“How’s it, mate?”

“Shove those spoons right up your arse!”

It makes you even angrier that no one seems to care about why you’re very angry being disturbed. Not even Deacy himself, as he joins the others and laughs at you and Dave’s yet another antic when you keep hitting him as he tries to sit next to you. You ended up sitting next to Deacy after kicking the other boys that previously sat there.

“That’s his fucking food. I paid it specifically only for him. Shoo!” You yell again at some of the boys that try to put their spoon in Deacy’s ice cream. Slapping them like flies. “The waitress is coming back, buy your own!”

“It’s okay. Do you want some too, y/n? You did pay for it.”

It’s pretty clear that Dave can’t stop staring at the both of you when Deacy keeps on feeding you ice cream before you can even say yes or no. There’s something in the metalhead's eyes that makes you feel a bit uncomfortable. Though you did feel a little bad, he’s used to be the one that receives your attention the most, now you can’t even remember the last time both of you hang in a college gig.

“How long have you two been dating?” Dave asked, almost makes you jump in a surprise.

Deacy answered in lightning. “No no no. We’re not dating. I’m not sure we fit each other. I think I only pair with shy girls...”

There’s a sharp pain in your chest when you hear that. You stare at Deacy that’s not even giving you a side-glance after hearing such question. Does he even think about your relationship at all? It’s not even one year, wouldn’t that makes him question why you seem to not only clingy and protective of him, but also very forward? Or does he thinks that’s just how you really are?

“Not the first time you’re rejected like that huh.” Dave jokes.

“Go fuck yourself, David.”

You try your best to repress people’s laugh when they still think this is just the usual friend-insulting-friend jeer. But when you didn't join, the sounds quickly dies down, replaced with conversation and the sound of clanking. You want to change seat so bad; being too close with Deacy right now is very uncomfortable, after he straight up rejecting—well, softly saying he’s not into you. Eventually, you let the pang of pain in your heart submerged by the busy sounds of people talking, spoons clinking, and bustling streets as you play with your freshly ordered strawberry cheesecake. Never really a fan of sweet stuff, you think.

But I need it. Hell of a rejection.

One spoonful almost makes you cringe, but you chew them anyway, enjoying the sweetness in the now duller ambience. Has it always been this orange-ish brown in this cafe? Huh, this is the first time you noticed how warm this place feels. Maybe that’s why both you and Deacy always the frequent here. Whenever you are here with him, it’s always fun. Would it stay the same once your feeling is gone?

This one will go away too. Not the first time.

You hope it’ll be fast this time. Just another heartbreak. Not a big deal. You’ll move on, and Deacy will be like Dave, one of the lads that reject you from being a tad too tomboyish for their taste. You wonder will the next love ended up the same? You hope not.

***

“You look like shit.”

“No shit, mate.”

The gal just cut her hair short and now fully coloured it purple, as per your suggestion, and she looks great. C also think so and accepted G’s confession. You’re happy for them. Very happy. And wish that it’s just happy, and not incredibly envious feelings about her moving on fast from being rejected by Dave. Because of your misery from last rejection, that’s far before G is forcing you to start hooking her up with Dave. And right now G is about to celebrate her four months relationship with C.

That’s also why you are here. To cover G’s shift in the electronic shop G hook you in. As thanks for helping you get a job when you quit the car repair shop right after you see John flirts with one of the regular customer’s daughter. Cute girl, a wee bit younger, long blonde hair and blue eyes, always wear a bright coloured dress. Well, you have to admit, she’s very gorgeous. And one more thing; she does look like a perfect fit for Deacy. But that’s not what makes you immediately call the manager and formed your magnificent bullshit reason to quit. It was when she calls him Deacy.

“Hello?” G snapped her fingers again in front of you.

“What?”

“I’m going? But now I’m not sure that I should, with you like that taking care of the shop. You’re already on your second warning, y/n. Are you really okay if I leave?”

“Go on ahead, mate. C’s waiting.” You push her out the door. “I will be fine, it was just a couple hours. Worse case I will be zapped dead repairing Mrs Carla’s TV. Have fun!”

You purposely laugh out loud to make sure she buys your bullshit and didn’t stop until she’s out of the shop’s front. You slumped down a chair near the cashier and starts flipping the magazine you just bought; hopefully, it can kill the bore and the sadness. Alas, you bought a guitar magazine, and all you can think is now John. He invades your mind like he owns the place, jumped on the couch and start ordering you to listen on how important he is to your heart and soul. How you’re a queen that sits on a throne of liar for denying the truth that you missed him so much. This is the first time this happens. It was never like this, even with Dave—and you meet the dude almost everyday afterwards,—you moved on from him quick as lightning. But why? Why with Deacy—John?

What the fuck is going on with me?

It’s the same question you asked when you first realised how deep you have fallen for him. And then he rejected you softly, you try to drift a bit apart from him so you can move on and swoon on someone else. A cooler dude, perhaps, that’s just as cute, and as awesome as John when he shreds his guitar. But that never happened. You keep on staring at John and only John. His laugh always makes your heart warmer. A simple gesture like when he asks you out and helps you carry your project to the cafe. It’s not only the good, but the bad part also happens; you’re now very much aware when John uses his softer tone whilst talking to another girl, or how kind he is with them. He might just be friends with them, but it pains you so much to see it. Then you start making more distance, hanging more with your old pack. But then the arsehole Dave says that he saw John hang with this one particularly pretty redhead from another college.

“She’s all shy and cute. They look like a real couple, you know. But when you and D’s hang, you look like you’re bullying him.”

“Piss off, Dave.”

And that might be true. You always force yourself on him. Drags him places. What if all this time he’s saying yes not because he likes spending time with you? That he just doesn’t want to hurt you if he says no? You did say you are bad at reading people and knowing what the hell is going on sometimes. It is almost a year you slowly stopped hanging with John, and not once did John approach you, nor did many—which is a lot—of your mutuals mention John’s looking for you. Even worse, the one time they mention John, it’ll always be about him having a new girl holding hands with him. Maybe all this time you are just delusional?

Even so, you have tried your darndest to forget about him since his rejection. You tell your friends about your sadness—G, mostly, poor her—it doesn’t work. You try to pour it in form of letters and later burn them. As the fire is ablaze, so is your love towards him, so that also doesn’t work. C suggest you to make it into a poem, he said it helps him, he even sang them in gigs and people loves it. And you do it—not the sing in front of people part, just the poem. It’s still a fruitless effort. And your score took the brunt of it. You have been nothing but stressed, even more so knowing the final exam is near. You haven’t been studying.

“Good work today.” Say your coworker. “You know, if you’re sick, you should just tell Gun you can’t cover her shift.”

“I’m sorry I’ve been on autopilot.” Yet another bullshit excuse. “Exam, you know. But I will manage. Thanks for worrying about me.”

“I don’t. But getting you fired when we have many stuff still needs fixing is like shooting oneself in the foot.”

“Aw, geez, May, I’m fine! Don’t kill yourself worried like that!” You slap the lanky man’s shoulder. Damn, he’s tall. “If you keep it up like that, I might fall for you, and that might be a problem.”

“How so?” He challenges.

“One man making me miserable is enough. I can’t have you rejecting me as well. This lady only has one heart after all.”

He fell silent. Whoops, your jokes might go too far, or he simply couldn’t care less. But as you grab your jacket and get ready to be sorrowful again on your way home, May joins you.

“Going to the store?” He asks awkwardly. “You know, all that smokes will kill you someday.”

“It can’t come any sooner.” You joke again as you puff one. “I mean, sure, if you meant by the store is my house as well, you’re very much welcome, mate. Need some witness for my pity party.”

“Don’t sell yourself short, y/l/n. Don’t just give up on love just because of several guys happens to see less agressi—more composed girls.”

“Hah. At least you admit they're not up for the adventure. You’re right, they’re missing out big time; when I am committed to someone, I will love them with the entirety of it. But well, maybe that’s why I’m so bloody depressed right now.”

He looked at you softly. His hands are twitching, but then he put it in his pockets.

“You’ll find there are many men in your life that’s close to you, and the right one for you might just be around the corner.”

“He can’t come any sooner.”

The walk is a bit uneventful from that onwards, just a bit of conversation. You thought he was just bitter and hates fun—the way G describes him, but he’s cool. He knows a couple of good rock and metal bands, attended some, in fact, which makes you a bit curious whether you have met him before or not. Although you thank Brian May for making you forget about John even just for a bit by promising to buy him tea one day and in the end he tells you good luck on your exam. And, hmm, he's a bit cute? And you particularly like his kinky hair.

But as you arrive home, in an instant, your head and heart instantly switches back on thinking and feeling your love for John. The room is cold and empty. How you wish, somehow, John was here, waiting for you as he makes you both teas. Last year, today will be a horror movie night. You’ll play the guitar together, or some scribble, or heck, you’re close with final exam, both of you would most likely studying right now. You will bring home cheesecake from keeping him waiting.

And I did.

It is just a an empty wish for him will be here as impossible it is. But you still bought home two cheesecakes when you can’t even finish one. It was one of his favourite food. It’s too sweet for you, but you will gladly eat one with him. Now what should you do with two cheesecake? Call Dave to come? He used to be in John’s place after all, but it was a very long time ago. May? Even for someone as shamelessly bold as you, you know that’s a bad idea. Or maybe not?

But why? Why can’t I just be alone?

Because you know why, yet you dare not admit how much you miss John. How much you love him. Tears start welling up on your eyes. You know why you can’t forget about him; all the smallest hints that reminded you of him is everywhere. Cheesecakes, cafes, electronics, your house, horror movies, studying... And the acoustic guitar that you bought specifically so he can teach you how to play it, the more excuse for you to invite him to your house. Without you even realised, you grab the guitar and you sit on the terrace. Then you sing. Sing to your heart content. You don’t care how ear wrenching it is to listen to your own voice that breaks everywhere, and not to mention false. But you keep on singing and strumming the guitar with the only notes you’ve learnt. You wish to scream to your heart content.

I have suffered, but the love stays. If I can’t forget, then please, please, allow me to cherish my dreams. For without it I might die. For without it, for without him; I have no more reason to live.

“Please... I still love him... I missed him... I—.”

You are wide-eyed when you see a dark figure standing on the street, facing you. Maybe it’s just someone a bit disturbed and/or petrified by your awful symphony. But, no. It has to be him. Just as wide-eyed as you. Perhaps he has been that way? Or maybe you both spooked each other? Has he been there the whole time? Watching your dramatic blue moment; the snots and tears, voice cracks, and shit guitar skill?

Fantastic. He’s head over heels from the sight.

You wiped your tears with your t-shirt as you put down the guitar. The man is still there, and so you approach him, pretended nothing happened. You always know how to deflect with jokes, so you’re confident.

“O-oh, hi, John. What you got there?”

Not so confident... As you get closer, you can see his appearance clearer; even more handsome than the one in your mind. He wears that particular worn out button up shirt that you bought him as his birthday present long ago, the same dark blue jeans he wore the night you two met, and his school bag. But what caused you to ask is the same carton bag you get when you bought the two cheesecakes just now.

“How’s it?” You ask again, find it a bit rude not asking it after a long time no see. But you say it as you reach the carton bag. He pulled it away slightly from your hand.

“I’m... Good. How are you? Are you alright?”

“Where have you been, D? Don’t get a final exam in your college? Lucky.”

“Ah, every engineering students’ wet dream.” He joins. “It wouldn’t be counted as lucky. My college is on the planet Mercury.”

“Shame. I could not wish more than for your college to give you lots of exams once you get back. But, surely you have seen me. Undoubtedly, a human like me can’t resist the fiery passion, just like everyone else, when it comes to the final exam.”

“I don’t think it’ll be much of a blazing flame for the two of us.” He says as he hides the carton bag behind his back, forcing you to face him.

“Oh, absolutely not! Who ugly cries and screamed like a dying cat that actually is fine from the inside? They do. But certainly not me, excuse me for doing it ironically. How about you, fine sir?” You raised your hands in frustration and also to add to your dramatic statement, at the same time, distancing yourself away from him. Your heart is pounding like mad being that close.

“What happened, y/n? Are you really okay? I haven’t seen you for so long, it’s very worrying.”

“Oh, it’s a perfectly adequate! I have a crush on you, it turned serious. Ask you out, invade your personal space. Turns out I’m not your type. You know, blah blah blah, the common gossip. Now, what you got there? Cake? If it’s not for someone else, might I have it? To be honest, I am very hungry.”

There’s a small victory noise you make when you catch the bag and stole it from him. But as you check what’s inside, you take a peek at him only to find him covering his mouth with his hand; his face is bright red, eyes smiling, and eyebrows sky-high on his forehead. You feel as if your entire being is a firework, blasting through the air and exploding in bright colours when you realise why he’s like that.

“E-exam fried your brain, mate. Your sarcasm detector is rusty.” You say, try not to be too happy; you might be wrong.

“Most definitely. And I will just let you insult your way out of your own fake confession, you know, like a cunt that I am. To keep deflecting your obvious and incredible attempt at seducing a man. Thinking I was too uncool to be your boyfriend. You’re right, just another common fucking gossip.”

Now, you’re actually blasting off. You jumped in surprise when he yells that. He never yelled at you; hell, you never hear him raise his voice, even though he curses a lot too sometimes. But this time he full-blown raise his voice to almost the screaming level, especially when the colour of his face could match a ripe tomato, showing a very visible sign that he’s angry you still can joke about it. About your feelings.

But no words were uttered after that; you’re a silent statue, cheeks red, eyes wide, mouth’s open. Whilst he twiddles about, walking, trying to find something as he covers his mouth still, calming himself down. Hoping there’s a shovel he could use to dig himself a grave. Both of your heart is about to detonate, but you’re used to it at this point.

“Mate, if you’re not serious, know there’ll be consequences. And you wouldn’t like it.” You say with gritted teeth; from holding back your almost spilt feelings of joy.

He takes a quick step towards you, it’s also very clear he’s holding back his smile. He retorts out of habit; “what sort of punishment awaits me if I’m guilty your honour?”

In an instant, you grab his hips and get you body practically touches his; feeling his chest raise and fall, and his heart that’s beating also has hard as yours. You screamed in your mind for not thinking, and now you feel like passing out from the blood that’s rushing to your head.

“I will crush you and kill you with my love, and hugs, and kisses, and cuddles—everything. Don’t make me buy us engagement rings. So, until you plead guilty; that you are absolutely serious.”

John can no longer hold his smile. His eyes’ basically twinkling stars. Cheeks pinkier than the electronic store’s neon sign.

“Then I plead guilty.”

He cupped your cheeks and pushes his lips on yours. You closed your eyes, savouring the sweet taste of his mouth—it taste like cheesecake! He ate one before you that bastard! You punishes him by not letting him let go to breath. After couple more seconds that you wish were forever, you finally part lips.

“You are a demon!” He exclaimed, voice breaking as he wipes his lips with the back of his hand. But he’s smiling wide.

“Oh you have no idea, and in fact, I could show you more if you’d like?” You say cheekily as you encircle him like a hungry shark.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

“I will personally guarantee it.”

And you both smiled as your hand's links.

End (?).

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Omfg, it’s been long time since I write a reader-insert fan fiction, so writing this kinda makes me blush, especially at the end 😳😳😳😵😵

I really hope you enjoy it! There’s a big potential for this particular Tomboy!Reader’s story to be broadened into a serial, although I’m not sure if I can do it now since I have to study for final exam. But if anyone want to know about it, please let me know! 😉

One more thing! Feel free to request imagines or one-shots! :D

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“We Are All Going To Die” by Black Oak Clique (USA)

An open letter and anti-manifesto to Climate Offensive, Extinction Rebellion, Earth Strike, and other nonviolent movements

When the world ends, people come out of their apartments and meet their neighbors for the first time; they share food, stories, companionship. No one has to go to work or the laundromat; nobody remembers to check the mirror or scale or email account before leaving the house. Graffiti artists surge into the streets; strangers embrace, sobbing and laughing. Every moment possesses an immediacy formerly spread out across months. Burdens fall away, people confess secrets and grant forgiveness, the stars come out over New York City...and nine months later, a new generation is born.

(CrimethInc.)

We’re going to die?

"The Earth is not dying, it is being killed, and those who are killing it have names and addresses." But us – me, you, even those who are killing the earth? We’re going to die.

In the worst case scenario, you drown, you starve, or you succumb to heat stroke. Not figuratively. You will drown, you will starve, you will succumb to heat stroke. Perhaps there’s the small chance that you will survive the mass migration to the last reaches of habitable land in and around the poles.

Perhaps.

But let’s be realistic here: In all likelihood, you’re going to die. A slow, horrible, excruciating death at that. We would like to say this is the future we’re hurtling towards at an ever-increasing rate. But it isn’t: it’s the present, the material, graspable present. Islands are sinking into the ocean. The poverty-stricken are freezing to death on the streets. People are burning to death in gigantic wildfires. The collapse is not to be a single event. It’s a process, and it’s currently underway. In the best case scenario, death is liberation. Perhaps the real “you” – your body, your consciousness, your soul, what have you – won’t die, per se: instead, the abstract “you” – your way of life, your social relationships under capitalism, your system of meaning that’s been drilled into your head since day one – will die.

Can’t we reform the system?

No. We can’t. The system is the problem, and the system runs deep. The problem isn’t just capitalism. It’s also the state, but it also isn’t just the state. It’s the ideology of consumption itself: that beings – plants, animals (including humans deemed to be subhuman), fungi, even inanimate natural “resources” – are objects to be bought, sold, and eventually, consumed. This ideology is perhaps the deepest ideology we have. It permeates every form of knowledge: from science, to art, to politics. It seeps through our language (one must think how often we refer to feeling, living beings – ones with the capacity to suffer – as “it.”) It permeates our relationships. It is the very basis of our societies, if it cannot be deemed our “society” itself – the group of capital-h Humans deemed to be worthy enough to be circumscribed by the abstract Community, that constructs itself in opposition to literally everything else.

Your favorite pet politician isn’t immune to this. Not Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, not Bernie Sanders, not Jill Stein. Not the Democratic Socialists, not the Green Party, not the CPUSA, and not anyone else, either. Perhaps their hearts are in the right place – but sadly, that isn’t enough. To quote the amazing piece Anarchy Works by Peter Gelderloos:

Some people oppose capitalism on environmental grounds, but think some sort of state is necessary to prevent ecocide. But the state is itself a tool for the exploitation of nature. Socialist states such as the Soviet Union and People’s Republic of China have been among the most ecocidal regimes imaginable. That these two societies never escaped the dynamics of capitalism is itself a feature of the state structure — it necessitates hierarchical, exploitative economic relationships of control and command, and once you start playing that game nothing beats capitalism.

What about nonviolence?

Concerning nonviolence: it is criminal to teach a man not to defend himself when he is the constant victim of brutal attacks.

(Malcolm X)

The struggle against ecocide was never nonviolent, and it never will be, because it cannot be. That’s because ecocide is violence: violence against me and you, against animals (wild and domestic,) against the trees and the grass and the water and the mountains. Climate insurrection is self-defense. Strict adherence to nonviolence – that is, the rejection of violence – is complicity in the face of ecological destruction. It is not “offensive,” it is not “rebellion,” and it’s not a “strike” at climate change. Many of us do not have the privilege of being nonviolent – namely, those of us who already marginalized. We will be the first to go. We’re the rural farm workers and their families being sprayed with pesticides. We’re the houseless freezing to death in polar vortices. We’re the indigenous peoples whose homes are being swallowed by the sea. We’re the poor who will not have the capital necessary to complete the long trek north to the last remaining habitable lands. If we aren’t violent – if we don’t rebel against the system that oppresses us – we will be crushed. Don’t be complicit in our death, in your death.

What’s climate insurrection?

Perhaps the only hope me or you have. It’s destroying that which destroys us - by any means possible.

Wouldn’t that hurt the movement?

No. A better question would be: what has “nonviolent” protest won us in the long run? The answer: absolutely nothing. Many supposedly “nonviolent” movements, such as the Civil Rights Movement, were incredibly violent. There were hundreds of riots throughout the United States, and of course, the existence of armed paramilitary groups such as the Black Panthers, or the Brown Berets. One could make the argument that this narrative of nonviolence is pushed by the very people whose power would be threatened by violence, because violence means (perhaps immediate) change. Hence: why those in the US celebrate Martin Luther King Day, a federally recognized holiday; but not Malcolm X Day. Even the most-oft example of nonviolent resistance, the Indian independence movement, was not so. Bhagat Singh, who after his execution became a folk hero of the cause, was inspired by French anarchist Auguste Vaillant to bomb the British Raj’s Central Legislative Assembly. Less than a year before, he had assassinated a British police officer in retaliation for the death of the nationalist leader Lala Lajpat Rai.

Wouldn’t it be counterproductive?

Counterproductive to what? Getting meaningless reforms passed? Getting empty pyrrhic victories in the legal circuit? Performing impotent marches through major cities that don’t achieve anything other than receiving lukewarm press from second-rate newspapers? Ask the battery hen liberated from cramped cages by animal activists, or the old-growth forest protected indefinitely by logging saboteurs (and all the animals who call those forest home): is direct action productive?

Anarchist action— patient, hidden, tenacious, involving individuals, eating away at institutions like a worm eats away at fruit, as termites undermine majestic trees — such action does not lend itself to the theatrical effects of those who wish to draw attention to themselves.

To quote the great illusionist Georges Méliès, "I must say, to my great regret, the cheapest tricks have the greatest impact."

If insurrection is so great, how come people aren’t doing it now?

They are. You just haven’t heard of it because the media is smart enough to hide it. Hearing about the heroic stories of those who fight back would be too dangerous for most to hear – it runs the risk of radicalizing them. Movements like the Animal and Earth Liberation Fronts, have been waging war against ecocide since the 1970s.

I don’t want to go to prison.

We dream of a world without prisons.

I’m scared.

We’re scared too, friend. We should be, but we should be

strong, too

What can we do?

We’ll let the great animal activist Keith Mann speak for us.

Labs raided, locks glued, products spiked, depots ransacked, windows smashed, construction halted, mink set free, fences torn down, cabs burnt out, officesin flames, car tires slashed, cages emptied, phone lines severed, slogans daubed, muck spread, damage done, electrics cut, site flooded, hunt dogs stolen, fur coats slashed, buildings destroyed, foxes freed, kennels attacked, businesses burgled, uproar, anger, outrage, balaclava clad thugs.

What if I don’t have the ability to fight?

You do, even if you can’t physically. Despite the tone of this letter, we aren’t totally opposed to above-ground action. In fact, in some cases, we think it’s necessary. Groups like the Earth Liberation Prisoners Support Group and the Animal Liberation Front Supporters Group are active in representing and advocating for operatives. As Sinn Féin, the Irish political party once associated with the militant IRA has been described:

Both Sinn Féin and the IRA play different but converging roles in the war of national liberation. The Irish Republican Army wages an armed campaign... Sinn Féin maintains the propaganda war and is the public and political voice of the movement.

What happens next?

We don’t know. But with any luck, we’ve laid out our options.

(via Heresy Distro)

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Prompt List #2 (D-H)

Send a request with the number(s) and which prompt list it’s from if you don’t give me the prompt list I will just assume its from #1. and also Give me the character you want!  

[Example request]: Can I please have number 2 from prompt list #7 and  number 72 from prompt list #10 for peter parker where the reader finds out Pete’s spiderman

You can send in your own prompt(s) or just send in a request without one. these are here to use at your leisure (Most of these are not mine. Credit goes to those who made them.) I am add to this list occasionally so check back later for new ones. This is prompt #2 (D-H)

I do not take straight up smut requests even if some prompts sound slightly dirty. (I might change my mind who knows send me your smut request and i might decide to do it) There may be some repeat prompts but bare with me I’m trying to clean them up. Thanks enjoy!!!!!!

There are 289 prompts in this list

D-did I ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?“

Daddy, how did you and mommy fall in love?”

Damn, when did y/n get hot?“

Damn, you’re strong for a little thing.”

Damned if I do, damned if I don’t.“

Dance with me!”

Dance with me.“

Dance with me? But there’s no music!”

Dear Diary, …"

Define normal.“

Despite what you think, I am completely capable of taking care of myself”

Detention? again?“

Diamonds.”

Did I ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?“

Did it ever occur to you that you’re hurting me too?”

Did someone eat half of the cookies?!?“

Did someone spike the eggnog?”

Did you actually get a Santa suit?“

Did you actually just climb in through my window? You couldn’t have been normal and used the door?”

Did you buy me… lingerie?“

Did you do something different with your hair?”

Did you do this to yourself?“

Did you get my text?”

Did you have to sneeze in my face?“

Did you hear that?”

Did you just call that alligator by name?“

Did you just casually throw an ax?”

Did you just fall? No, I attacked the floor. I’m freaking talented!“

Did you just flick me?”

Did you just go throw up?“

Did you just hiss at me?”

Did you just see that?“

Did you know they used to be called ‘Jumpolines’ until your mum jumped on one?”

Did you need something?“

Did you read it?”

Did you see my phone?“

Did I actually sleep through New Years?”

Didn’t you read the sign?“

Disgusting.”

Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?“

Do I have to ask you again?”

Do I look like I’ve moved on?“

Do I regret it? Yes. Would I do it again? Probably.”

Do it. I dare you.“

Do it. Take a chance, I’m begging you. You don’t want to spend the rest of your life wondering what could have been.”

Do not tempt me.“

Do that again.”

Do us a favor… I know it’s difficult for you… but please, stay here, and try not to do anything… stupid.“

Do we have to kiss at midnight?”

Do we have to?“

Do we like…hold hands now?”

Do you believe in aliens?“

Do you believe in ghosts?”

Do you believe in love?“

Do you ever chill?”

Do you hate me?“

Do you have a problem with me?”

Do you have a ride home?“

Do you know what’s funny?”

Do you like it?“

Do you need that much candy?”

Do you promise?“

Do you really need all that candy?”

Do you really need those?“

Do you think I’m scared of a woman?”

Do you think other species have their own kind of drugs? Like something that gets them high?“

Do you think you can teach me that?”

Do you treat all your hookups like this?“

Do you trust me?”

Do you two still talk?“

Do you wanna Build a-”-Absolutely not.“

Do you want me to accept you as you are, or do you want me to lie to myself and try to like you?”

Do you want this?“

Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now”

Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now?“

Do you want to kiss me as badly as I want to kiss you right now?”

Do your parents even realize they’re living proof that two wrongs don’t make a right?“

Do yourself a favor and ignore anyone who tells you to be yourself. Bad idea in your case.”

Does it Hurt?“

Does this make me some kind of hero?”

Dogs don’t wear clothes!“

Don’t call this number again.”

Don’t argue. Just do it.“

Don’t be a smart ass.”

Don’t be afraid.“

Don’t be embarrassed, it’s normal.”

Don’t be scared, I’m right here.“

Don’t come back.”

Don’t cry.“

Don’t deny it”

Don’t die on me– Please.“

Don’t drink that! I saw that guy slip something in there!”

Don’t fuck this up.“

Don’t give me that puppy dog face.  How am I supposed to say no to that?”

Don’t leave me. Don’t you dare leave me.“

Don’t leave me…”

Don’t let the negativity get to ya! Here, have a flower!“

Don’t let your mind wander, it’s far too small to be let out on its own.”

Don’t lie to me.“

Don’t look at me like that.”

Don’t look for any redeeming qualities. I don’t have any.“

Don’t look in her eyes, she might steal your soul.”

Don’t make me come over there myself!“

Don’t make me pop your ten grand sandbags, honey.”

Don’t make me regret this.“

Don’t make me tape your mouth shut.”

Don’t mind if I do.“

Don’t open those till later!”

Don’t play me for a fool, I know exactly where you were.“

Don’t pretend I didn’t just see what you were doing.”

Don’t promise me you won’t leave. Just don’t leave. I don’t think I can handle another promise right now.“

Don’t say another word.”

Don’t say that.“

Don’t sell yourself short.”

Don’t start with that again.“

Don’t talk. Please.”

Don’t tell me to shut up.“

Don’t tell me we’re in matching costumes AGAIN.”

Don’t test me.“

Don’t thank me for insulting you. It was my pleasure.”

Don’t touch me.“

Don’t try to fix me. I’m not broken.”

Don’t worry about it.“

Don’t worry, you’ve got me to take care of you.”

Don’t you dare say/do that to me.“

Don’t you dare touch _______!”

Don’t you dare!“

Don’t you ever change.”

Don’t you get it? I’m in love with you and it scares the hell out of me.“

Don’t you give up on me.”

Don’t you just hate those things you say that make you feel really blonde?“

Don’t you just love it!”

Don’t you know how to knock?“

Don’t you love me?”

Don’t you realize that there are already enough people to hate in the world without you putting in so much effort to give us another?“

Don’t you think this is too much Fall decorations?”

Don’t you think you’re a little too old to be using cheesy pickup lines?“

Don’t you think you’ve done enough?”

Don’t you trust me?“

Drop the attitude.”

Easier said than done.“

Eggnog rules, bite me.”

Eggnog sucks, fight me.“

Enough with the sass!”

Even when we were kids, I always kicked your ass!“

Every day I get with you is a good day.”

Everyone gets so annoyed by how much I talk about you sometimes.“

Everyone’s entitled to act stupid one in a while, but you really abuse the privilege.”

Everything is fine.“

Ew, that is so sappy, I might vomit.”

Excuse me. I have to go make a scene.“

Excuse me?”

F-Fuck.“

Fair enough.”

Feed me that chocolate I’m busy"

Finally! Snow!“

Fine, don’t say anything and make me worry.”

Fine.“

First one to make a noise loses.”

First rule, no being a heathen.“

First second I saw you and I couldn’t get over how beautiful you were.”

Flea markets don’t carry fleas, you know?“

For starters, that’s impossible.”

For the last time, I AM NOT JEALOUS!“

Forget it.”

Forget the douche. He’s a dick. He’s a dickdouche.“

Forgive me. Not for my sake, for yours. Forgive me.”

Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.“

Fuck you”

Fuck- please just pretend to be my date until we can leave this joint?“

Fuzzy socks.”

Generally speaking, you aren’t learning much when your lips are moving.“

Get away from me.”

Get it away from me- that’s disgusting!“

Get out of here! This is my hiding spot!”

Get out of my way!“

Get out!”

Get over it, pussy.“

Get that thing away from me!”

Get your hands off of me!“

Ghost hunters.”

Ghosts are real, I’d know because I am one.“

Gingerbread people are very serious!”

Girls night in?“

Give it back!”

Give me a chance.“

Give me a reason not to turn around and walk away now.”

Give me anime or give me death.“

Give me back my phone!”

Give me that back!“

Go ahead and hit me.”

Go back to bed.“

Go back to sleep.”

Go fuck yourself.“

Go home.”

Go on, knock his teeth down his throat.“

Go on… Touch it.”

God, you always make me blush so damn much.“

Going somewhere?”

Good story, but in what chapter do you shut the fuck up?“

Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

Good, bad, I’m the one with the gun.“

H-how long?”

Haha, made you look.“

Haha. Nice try. Magic isn’t REAL.”

Half the time I get too embarrassed to say anything.“

Halloween decorating.

Halloween is better.”

Happy Birthday.“

Happy Festivus!”

Happy New Year’s Eve eve eve eve eve eve eve!“

Have fun being deal.I will.”

Have I mentioned, I fucking hate Halloween.“

Have you ever had those days when you are holding a stick and everybody looks like a pinata.”

Have you ever heard of personal space?“

Have you ever heard of what happened in this building?”

Have you ever tried to run in heels?“

Have you got your speaker on you?”

Have you lost your mind?“

Have you seen my glasses?”

Have you seen my… oh"

Having you as a best friend is simultaneously the best and worst thing that has happened to me.“

He already boarded the plane. We’re too late.”

He already knows.“

He did what- and you just let him off?!”

He yelled yeehaw and I’m not quite sure why.“

He/She did it.No he/she did.”

He/She kissed me" Who?“ ”___“

Heaven won’t take me and hell’s afraid I’ll take over.”

Help me hide!“

Help me I’m stuck.”

Help me pack or get out. You’re in the way.“

Here take my sweater.”

Here, let me help you.“

Here, take my blanket.”

Here’s my number, call me some time.“

Hey! Don’t do that! You can’t do that to me!”

Hey, at least you tried.“

Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”

Hey, I know you’re hurting.. but, you’re not alone, okay?“

Hey, um, can you not pretend to play the drums on pots and pans at 3am?”

Hey, what would my name be if I was a Pokémon?“

He’s a fuckboy and he’s never going to treat you better than this.”

He’s dead because of you.“

He’s dead.”

His finger was right on the trigger but he wasn’t fast enough.“

Hold me and never let me go.”

Hold me. Just for a bit, okay? I just… I need someone to hold me.“

Hold my hand until it’s over?”

Hold still.“

Hot, gorgeous, beautiful…whatever you want to call it.”

How about you make me?“

How am I meant to hate you when you look like that?”

How are you feeling today?“

How can you say that to me? After everything you did, how can you possibly say that to me?”

How can you still look so attractive while crying.“

How come you’re here? I thought the zoo is closed at night…”

How could I ever forget about you?“

How could I forget?”

How could someone make food this badly?“

How could this happen? They’re so…so pure. Ugh.”

How could you ask me that?“

How could you do this to me?”

How could you do this?“

How could you forget your son’s birthday?”

How dare you? Yes, I am.“

How did I lose it?”

How did it take me so long to realize?“

How did we get here?”

How did you fail a survey?“

How did you get here? Did someone leave your cage open.”

How did you get in here?“

How did you imagine our future together?”

How did you know where to find me?“

How did you know? I never told you, so how’d you find out?”

How do I know that I can trust you?“

How do I look?”

How do we get in?“

How do you always manage to look so captivating?”

How do you do that? Are you a witch? What type of witchcraft is this?“

How do you get your skin to be so soft?”

How drunk was I?“

How is my wife more badass than me?”

How much did you drink?“

How much money would you give me to flip this table, right here, right now, in the middle of class?”

How ‘bout you stick it up your ass instead?“

“How’s life treating you?” “Like I ran over its dog.”

Hug me so I can Get warm.“

Hurry up, before we regret it.”

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Prompt List #2 (D-H)

Send a request with the number(s) and which prompt list it's from if you don't give me the prompt list I will just assume its from #1. and also Give me the character you want!  

[Example request]: Can I please have a number 2 & 72 from prompt list #7 for peter parker where the reader finds out Pete’s spiderman

You can send in your own prompt(s) or just send in a request without one. these are here to use at your leisure (Most of these are not mine. Credit goes to those who made them.) I Do Mostly Peter Parker for now but I will accept requests for other Avengers.   I am constantly adding to this list so check back later for new ones. This is prompt #2 (D-H)

I do not take smut requests even if some prompts sound slightly dirty. I do not do personal requests meaning I use (y/n) instead of an actual name. There may be some repeat prompts but bare with me I’m trying to clean them up. Thanks enjoy!!!!!!

There are 289 prompts in this list

D-did I ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?"

Daddy, how did you and mommy fall in love?"

Damn, when did y/n get hot?"

Damn, you’re strong for a little thing."

Damned if I do, damned if I don’t."

Dance with me!"

Dance with me."

Dance with me? But there’s no music!"

Dear Diary, …"

Define normal."

Despite what you think, I am completely capable of taking care of myself"

Detention? again?"

Diamonds."

Did I ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?"

Did it ever occur to you that you’re hurting me too?"

Did someone eat half of the cookies?!?"

Did someone spike the eggnog?"

Did you actually get a Santa suit?"

Did you actually just climb in through my window? You couldn’t have been normal and used the door?"

Did you buy me… lingerie?"

Did you do something different with your hair?"

Did you do this to yourself?"

Did you get my text?"

Did you have to sneeze in my face?"

Did you hear that?"

Did you just call that alligator by name?"

Did you just casually throw an ax?"

Did you just fall? No, I attacked the floor. I’m freaking talented!"

Did you just flick me?"

Did you just go throw up?"

Did you just hiss at me?"

Did you just see that?"

Did you know they used to be called ‘Jumpolines’ until your mum jumped on one?"

Did you need something?"

Did you read it?"

Did you see my phone?"

Did I actually sleep through New Years?"

Didn’t you read the sign?"

Disgusting."

Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?"

Do I have to ask you again?"

Do I look like I’ve moved on?"

Do I regret it? Yes. Would I do it again? Probably."

Do it. I dare you."

Do it. Take a chance, I’m begging you. You don’t want to spend the rest of your life wondering what could have been."

Do not tempt me."

Do that again."

Do us a favor… I know it’s difficult for you… but please, stay here, and try not to do anything… stupid."

Do we have to kiss at midnight?"

Do we have to?"

Do we like…hold hands now?"

Do you believe in aliens?"

Do you believe in ghosts?"

Do you believe in love?"

Do you ever chill?"

Do you hate me?"

Do you have a problem with me?"

Do you have a ride home?"

Do you know what's funny?"

Do you like it?"

Do you need that much candy?"

Do you promise?"

Do you really need all that candy?"

Do you really need those?"

Do you think I’m scared of a woman?"

Do you think other species have their own kind of drugs? Like something that gets them high?"

Do you think you can teach me that?"

Do you treat all your hookups like this?"

Do you trust me?"

Do you two still talk?"

Do you wanna Build a-"-Absolutely not."

Do you want me to accept you as you are, or do you want me to lie to myself and try to like you?"

Do you want this?"

Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now"

Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now?"

Do you want to kiss me as badly as I want to kiss you right now?"

Do your parents even realize they’re living proof that two wrongs don’t make a right?"

Do yourself a favor and ignore anyone who tells you to be yourself. Bad idea in your case."

Does it Hurt?"

Does this make me some kind of hero?"

Dogs don’t wear clothes!"

Don't call this number again."

Don’t argue. Just do it."

Don’t be a smart ass."

Don’t be afraid."

Don’t be embarrassed, it’s normal."

Don’t be scared, I’m right here."

Don’t come back."

Don’t cry."

Don’t deny it"

Don’t die on me– Please."

Don’t drink that! I saw that guy slip something in there!"

Don’t fuck this up."

Don’t give me that puppy dog face.  How am I supposed to say no to that?"

Don’t leave me. Don’t you dare leave me."

Don’t leave me…"

Don’t let the negativity get to ya! Here, have a flower!"

Don’t let your mind wander, it’s far too small to be let out on its own."

Don’t lie to me."

Don’t look at me like that."

Don’t look for any redeeming qualities. I don’t have any."

Don’t look in her eyes, she might steal your soul."

Don’t make me come over there myself!"

Don’t make me pop your ten grand sandbags, honey."

Don’t make me regret this."

Don’t make me tape your mouth shut."

Don’t mind if I do."

Don’t open those till later!"

Don’t play me for a fool, I know exactly where you were."

Don’t pretend I didn’t just see what you were doing."

Don’t promise me you won’t leave. Just don’t leave. I don’t think I can handle another promise right now."

Don’t say another word."

Don’t say that."

Don’t sell yourself short."

Don’t start with that again."

Don’t talk. Please."

Don’t tell me to shut up."

Don’t tell me we’re in matching costumes AGAIN."

Don’t test me."

Don’t thank me for insulting you. It was my pleasure."

Don’t touch me."

Don’t try to fix me. I’m not broken."

Don’t worry about it."

Don’t worry, you’ve got me to take care of you."

Don’t you dare say/do that to me."

Don’t you dare touch _______!"

Don’t you dare!"

Don’t you ever change."

Don’t you get it? I’m in love with you and it scares the hell out of me."

Don’t you give up on me."

Don’t you just hate those things you say that make you feel really blonde?"

Don’t you just love it!"

Don’t you know how to knock?"

Don’t you love me?"

Don’t you realize that there are already enough people to hate in the world without you putting in so much effort to give us another?"

Don’t you think this is too much Fall decorations?"

Don’t you think you’re a little too old to be using cheesy pickup lines?"

Don’t you think you’ve done enough?"

Don’t you trust me?"

Drop the attitude."

Easier said than done."

Eggnog rules, bite me."

Eggnog sucks, fight me."

Enough with the sass!"

Even when we were kids, I always kicked your ass!"

Every day I get with you is a good day."

Everyone gets so annoyed by how much I talk about you sometimes."

Everyone’s entitled to act stupid one in a while, but you really abuse the privilege."

Everything is fine."

Ew, that is so sappy, I might vomit."

Excuse me. I have to go make a scene."

Excuse me?"

F-Fuck."

Fair enough."

Feed me that chocolate I’m busy"

Finally! Snow!"

Fine, don’t say anything and make me worry."

Fine."

First one to make a noise loses."

First rule, no being a heathen."

First second I saw you and I couldn’t get over how beautiful you were."

Flea markets don’t carry fleas, you know?"

For starters, that’s impossible."

For the last time, I AM NOT JEALOUS!"

Forget it."

Forget the douche. He’s a dick. He’s a dickdouche."

Forgive me. Not for my sake, for yours. Forgive me."

Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn."

Fuck you"

Fuck- please just pretend to be my date until we can leave this joint?"

Fuzzy socks."

Generally speaking, you aren’t learning much when your lips are moving."

Get away from me."

Get it away from me- that’s disgusting!"

Get out of here! This is my hiding spot!"

Get out of my way!"

Get out!"

Get over it, pussy."

Get that thing away from me!"

Get your hands off of me!"

Ghost hunters."

Ghosts are real, I’d know because I am one."

Gingerbread people are very serious!"

Girls night in?"

Give it back!"

Give me a chance."

Give me a reason not to turn around and walk away now."

Give me anime or give me death."

Give me back my phone!"

Give me that back!"

Go ahead and hit me."

Go back to bed."

Go back to sleep."

Go fuck yourself."

Go home."

Go on, knock his teeth down his throat."

Go on… Touch it."

God, you always make me blush so damn much."

Going somewhere?"

Good story, but in what chapter do you shut the fuck up?"

Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion."

Good, bad, I’m the one with the gun."

H-how long?"

Haha, made you look."

Haha. Nice try. Magic isn’t REAL."

Half the time I get too embarrassed to say anything."

Halloween decorating.

Halloween is better."

Happy Birthday."

Happy Festivus!"

Happy New Year’s Eve eve eve eve eve eve eve!"

Have fun being deal.I will."

Have I mentioned, I fucking hate Halloween."

Have you ever had those days when you are holding a stick and everybody looks like a pinata."

Have you ever heard of personal space?"

Have you ever heard of what happened in this building?"

Have you ever tried to run in heels?"

Have you got your speaker on you?"

Have you lost your mind?"

Have you seen my glasses?"

Have you seen my… oh"

Having you as a best friend is simultaneously the best and worst thing that has happened to me."

He already boarded the plane. We’re too late."

He already knows."

He did what- and you just let him off?!"

He yelled yeehaw and I’m not quite sure why."

He/She did it.No he/she did."

He/She kissed me" Who?" "___"

Heaven won’t take me and hell’s afraid I’ll take over."

Help me hide!"

Help me I’m stuck."

Help me pack or get out. You’re in the way."

Here take my sweater."

Here, let me help you."

Here, take my blanket."

Here’s my number, call me some time."

Hey! Don’t do that! You can’t do that to me!"

Hey, at least you tried."

Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore."

Hey, I know you’re hurting.. but, you’re not alone, okay?"

Hey, um, can you not pretend to play the drums on pots and pans at 3am?"

Hey, what would my name be if I was a Pokémon?"

He’s a fuckboy and he’s never going to treat you better than this."

He’s dead because of you."

He’s dead."

His finger was right on the trigger but he wasn’t fast enough."

Hold me and never let me go."

Hold me. Just for a bit, okay? I just… I need someone to hold me."

Hold my hand until it’s over?"

Hold still."

Hot, gorgeous, beautiful…whatever you want to call it."

How about you make me?"

How am I meant to hate you when you look like that?"

How are you feeling today?"

How can you say that to me? After everything you did, how can you possibly say that to me?"

How can you still look so attractive while crying."

How come you’re here? I thought the zoo is closed at night…"

How could I ever forget about you?"

How could I forget?"

How could someone make food this badly?"

How could this happen? They’re so…so pure. Ugh."

How could you ask me that?"

How could you do this to me?"

How could you do this?"

How could you forget your son’s birthday?"

How dare you? Yes, I am."

How did I lose it?"

How did it take me so long to realize?"

How did we get here?"

How did you fail a survey?"

How did you get here? Did someone leave your cage open."

How did you get in here?"

How did you imagine our future together?"

How did you know where to find me?"

How did you know? I never told you, so how’d you find out?"

How do I know that I can trust you?"

How do I look?"

How do we get in?"

How do you always manage to look so captivating?"

How do you do that? Are you a witch? What type of witchcraft is this?"

How do you get your skin to be so soft?"

How drunk was I?"

How is my wife more badass than me?"

How much did you drink?"

How much money would you give me to flip this table, right here, right now, in the middle of class?"

How ‘bout you stick it up your ass instead?"

“How’s life treating you?” “Like I ran over its dog."

Hug me so I can Get warm."

Hurry up, before we regret it."

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I remember as a child sitting down to watch cartoons on a Saturday morning.  Of course back then you had to wait for the snow on the TV to be replaced by the test pattern, and then came the Disney introductions and my favourite cartoon “Chester and Spike”.  The big dog with all the power and the over excited small dog bouncing around trying desperately to gain the attention and approval of the big dog.

They say cartoons have subliminal messaging, and that they’re medias way of suggestive learning.  This cartoon now, to me, represents an old-fashioned way of social acceptance and advancement.  The big dog (dumb yet powerful beyond his comprehension) has suggestions thrown at him by an excited, motivated, yet still dumb smaller dog, in an attempt to actually do something, hoping that in doing so might make the smaller dog own par with the big dog.  Welcome to Australian Politicians approach to the politicians of “super power” countries.

With regards to very recent international events, the Australian Prime Minister (like the small dog)  was very quick to jump on the Trump Wagon with media conferences stating “We back America fully”.  And that “We were advised of the attack several hours prior”.  The second statement was made in such a way that it misled the Australian pubic into believing that Australia was the only country told of the impeding operation.  The Prime Minister of Australia, stood proud, with the look of a Puppy Dog that had just been given the leftover bone by the big dog.   You could see that “Now we’re part of the winning team” look on his face as he delivered his statements while leaving out the facts that several countries, including Russia, UK etc were also informed of the impending operation.

I remember a cartoon Chester and Spike.  See the clip below :

Spike – Trump, Chester – Australia Prime Minister

Riding on the coat tails of a stronger country, the Prime Minister was seeking the approval of the international community,  in an attempt to protect his economy and shore up possible long-term benefits in trade.  To the less educated, he did just that.  To the rest of us who actually learned to read, all he did was throw us into the mix of a far greater threat.  The South China sea trade route dispute.  Something the Australian Government has been trying to remain “on the fence” of for a long time.  In just minutes, the “smug faced” Prime Minister, riding on someone else power trip, demolished what his government has been trying to protect.  He basically handed over the reigns to someone else, and in doing so, has now no control over the future of sea bound trade into and out of Australia, via the South China Sea.  A huge gamble if there ever was one.

Recently, media reports suggested that Australia wouldn’t take sides with regards to the South China sea tensions:

The article below comes from News.com.au article on OCTOBER 23, 20165:43AM

Australian Foreign Minister Julie Bishop has accused Labor of lacking a coherent policy on the South China Sea dispute.Source:AFP

But the Federal Government has deemed Labor’s position on the South China Sea “all over the shop”.

“The challenge for Labor is to come up with clear and coherent policy, they have now had four or five pronouncements on what Labor would do in relation to the South China Sea,” Foreign Minister Julie Bishop told Sky News.

“The importance of dealing with great powers like to China is to be clear and consistent in your messaging and Labor’s all over the shop.”

Ms Bishop has explicitly ruled out an exercise within the 12-mile nautical zone.

HOW AUSTRALIA’S PRESENCE MAKES A DIFFERENCE

So far, Australia’s involvement in the conflict has been relatively low-risk.

It’s understood the country is yet to sail within 12 nautical miles of the Chinese islands, and despite occasional threats from China, they don’t see our military as particularly provocative.

Odom commended Australia’s role in the conflict, despite the fact that Australia hasn’t nearly acted as strongly as its US ally in the region.

    It seems, once again the small dog is sitting close to the big dog, waiting patiently, yet excited about what the big dog might suggest.   This “hand sitting tactic” is becoming old with the Australian people, who are treated like uneducated buffoons by the privileged few that sit high on their thrones in the country’s Capital.   So closed off to the realities of life in Australia, the election of Donald Trump as President, and the lesson learned in the US congress regarding how powerful a vote can be, the Australian Government has no idea what they’re doing, yet alone how to protect themselves against future election wipeouts.  This was obvious with the amount of head scratching going on after the US election results were released.  It seems the public do have a say when it comes to elections.  Who ever would have thought !!!

One this that is apparent.  We live in uncertain times.  The decisions that are made for us, by the very people that we elected to speak on our behalf, definitely don’t represent the views of the general consensus.  Can we really trust the elected few to steer the ship of safety?  To make the right choices, the morally right choices, choices that are humane, and representative the population ?   This is the question.  But unfortunately followed by another.

What can we really do about it.??!!

Political Popularity – The “Chester and Spike” Method I remember as a child sitting down to watch cartoons on a Saturday morning.  Of course back then you had to wait for the snow on the TV to be replaced by the test pattern, and then came the Disney introductions and my favourite cartoon "Chester and Spike".