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amaltheaz · 3 years ago

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I was tagged by @disappointingcroissant to list five books I want to read this year! Thanks, friend! ❤️❤️❤️

Firstly, I definitely have more than five books I want to read this year and I know I will start them but will I finish them is really the right question, haha. So this is a quite random selection from my really long list.

Wilder Girls - Rory Power

Summary: It's been eighteen months since the Raxter School for Girls was put under quarantine. Since the Tox hit and pulled Hetty's life out from under her. It started slow. First the teachers died one by one. Then it began to infect the students, turning their bodies strange and foreign. Now, cut off from the rest of the world and left to fend for themselves on their island home, the girls don't dare wander outside the school's fence, where the Tox has made the woods wild and dangerous. They wait for the cure they were promised as the Tox seeps into everything. But when Byatt goes missing, Hetty will do anything to find her, even if it means breaking quarantine and braving the horrors that lie beyond the fence. And when she does, Hetty learns that there's more to their story, to their life at Raxter, than she could have ever thought true.

The Weight of the Stars - K. Ancrum

Summary: Ryann Bird dreams of traveling across the stars. But a career in space isn't an option for girl who lives in a trailer park on the wrong side of town. So Ryann becomes her circumstances and settles for acting out and skipping school to hang out with her delinquent friends. One day she meets Alexandria: a furious loner who spurns Ryann's offer of friendship. After a horrific accident leaves Alexandria with a broken arm, the two misfits are brought together despite themselves-and Ryann learns her secret: Alexandria's mother is an astronaut who volunteered for a one-way trip to the edge of the solar system. Every night without fail, Alexandria waits to catch radio signals from her mother. And its up to Ryann to lift her onto the roof day after day until the silence between them grows into friendship, and eventually something more ...

Filthy Animals - Brandon Taylor

Summary: A group portrait of young adults enmeshed in desire and violence, a hotly charged, deeply satisfying new work of fiction from the author of Booker Prize finalist Real Life In the series of linked stories at the heart of Filthy Animals, set among young creatives in the American Midwest, a young man treads delicate emotional waters as he navigates a series of sexually fraught encounters with two dancers in an open relationship, forcing him to weigh his vulnerabilities against his loneliness. In other stories, a young woman battles with the cancers draining her body and her family; menacing undercurrents among a group of teenagers explode in violence on a winter night; a little girl tears through a house like a tornado, driving her babysitter to the brink; and couples feel out the jagged edges of connection, comfort, and cruelty.

Into the Midnight Void - Mara Fitzgerald

Summary: Emanuela has finally gotten what she wanted. Since escaping her catacomb prison, she's started running things her way. Under her rule, citizens no longer give up their lives at the first, tiny appearance of their omens. As long as they aren't caught bad-mouthing their queen, they can live out their days like everyone else. But when cracks in her magic start to show, Emanuel begrudgingly allies herself with her enemies, including her frustratingly alluring archnemesis, Verene. Together, discover deeper truths about the mysterious blood magic Emanuela and Verne both wield. There is a higher, otherworldly authority outside the veils, and in order to save Occhia and the other realms, Emanuela may just have to rip another crown off someone's head.

This book is actually not out yet (in a few weeks if I'm not mistaken) but I HAVE BEEN WAITING. It's a sequel to one of my favorite books from last year about a girl who's absolutely the most terrible person and she loves herself for it and I also love her for it too. My prickly porcupine princess 🥰

Star Eater - Kerstin Hall

Summary: All martyrdoms are difficult. Elfreda Raughn will avoid pregnancy if it kills her, and one way or another, it will kill her. Though she's able to stomach her gruesome day-to-day duties, the reality of preserving the Sisterhood of Atrium's magical bloodline horrifies her. She wants out, whatever the cost. So when a shadowy cabal approaches Elfreda with an offer of escape, she leaps at the opportunity. As their spy, she gains access to the highest reaches of the Sisterhood, and enters a glittering world of opulent parties, subtle deceptions, and unexpected bloodshed. A phantasmagorical indictment of hereditary power, Star Eater takes readers deep into a perilous and uncanny world where even the most powerful women are forced to choose what sacrifices they will make, so that they might have any choice at all.

Should I also include the books on my currently reading list? Or does that not count? Eh, it's my post, I'll add them in anyway.

Plain Bad Heroines - Emily M Danforth

Summary: Our story begins in 1902, at The Brookhants School for Girls. Flo and Clara, two impressionable students, are obsessed with each other and with a daring young writer named Mary MacLane, the author of a scandalous bestselling memoir. To show their devotion to Mary, the girls establish their own private club and call it The Plain Bad Heroine Society. They meet in secret in a nearby apple orchard, the setting of their wildest happiness and, ultimately, of their macabre deaths. This is where their bodies are later discovered with a copy of Mary's book splayed beside them, the victims of a swarm of stinging, angry yellow jackets. Less than five years later, The Brookhants School for Girls closes its doors forever-but not before three more people mysteriously die on the property, each in a most troubling way. Over a century later, the now abandoned and crumbling Brookhants is back in the news when wunderkind writer, Merritt Emmons, publishes a breakout book celebrating the queer, feminist history surrounding the "haunted and cursed" Gilded- Age institution. Her bestselling book inspires a controversial horror film adaptation starring celebrity actor and lesbian it girl Harper Harper playing the ill-fated heroine Flo, opposite B-list actress and former child star Audrey Wells as Clara. But as Brookhants opens its gates once again, and our three modern heroines arrive on set to begin filming, past and present become grimly entangled-or perhaps just grimly exploited-and soon it's impossible to tell where the curse leaves off and Hollywood begins.

The Home I Find With You - Skye Kilaen

Summary: After the second U.S. Civil War, life is dangerous, but risking their hearts might be the biggest threat. When charismatic newcomer Clark walks into Van's life in post-war rural Colorado, neither can ignore the sparks between them. Van has built a fulfilling new normal with his girlfriend Hadas after his wife's death, but Clark's brash flirtation and dominant tendencies awaken a desire for a kind of romance Van thought he'd lost forever. Even if he's not sure he's ready for it. Clark survived the war, but his family fractured and now his relationships are in ruins. All that must be his fault, or everyone wouldn't say so. He's relocated to start over, zero interpersonal complications welcome. His inescapable chemistry with Van, who seems to crave more than hookups, is a complication. So is Clark's growing platonic bond with Hadas. Both want an emotional connection he can't give them, and he'll only disappoint them if he tries. Won't he? Then a violent gang of thieves targets their small town, and Van and Hadas must prepare to put their lives on the line protecting their home and their close-knit community. Having lost too much already, Clark starts to pull away, spooking Van. But when a traitor betrays them all and Van and Hadas are captured, Clark is the only one who can save the two people who asked him to open his heart... and made him want to risk it.

This Is How It Always Is - Laurie Frankel

Summary: This is how a family keeps a secret…and how that secret ends up keeping them. This is how a family lives happily ever after…until happily ever after becomes complicated. This is how children change…and then change the world. This is Claude. He's five years old, the youngest of five brothers, and loves peanut butter sandwiches. He also loves wearing a dress, and dreams of being a princess. When he grows up, Claude says, he wants to be a girl. Rosie and Penn want Claude to be whoever Claude wants to be. They're just not sure they're ready to share that with the world. Soon the entire family is keeping Claude's secret Until one day it explodes. This Is How It Always Is is a novel about revelations, transformations, fairy tales, and family. And it's about the ways this is how it always is: Change is always hard and miraculous and hard again, parenting is always a leap into the unknown with crossed fingers and full hearts, children grow but not always according to plan. And families with secrets don't get to keep them forever.

I'm gonna tag @kmsdraws @leilaofpaper and whoever wants to do this too.

#Az speaks #adventures in reading

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snakeboistan · 4 years ago

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Just Out Of Reach

My exams are finally over so have some touch-starved!Nagisa

Pairing: Nagisa x 3-E

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Shiota Nagisa was a loner. He always had been for as long as he could remember.

When he was in elementary school, he was the weird kid - the strange girl-boy that hardly talked and no one could understand. His male classmates thought that he was too girly to take part in their games or join their conversations and whilst his female classmates didn’t mind his appearance that much, they knew better than to associate with him lest they too fall victim to the taunts and sneers that followed him everywhere, or the relentless bullying that inconvenienced him every breaktime. However, he didn’t mind - friends were a luxury he couldn’t afford anyway (his mother didn’t approve of him spending time out of the apartment, away from her). He would have his own fun by sitting himself down in his school’s library and bury his head in a book, getting lost in worlds that weren’t mean, or cold, or judgemental. Or he’d sit on a bench in the school playground, homemade lunch in hand, and observe his peers hug and high five and laugh together, whilst ignoring the strange pang of something that would curl in his stomach, wanting more than ever for something he could never have.

Even during his first year of Junior High, when he met the red haired genius of a delinquent called Karma, he didn’t let himself indulge in what normal friends would do. Sure, he felt comfortable around the first friend he’d ever had (though the unnatural comfort was often overshadowed by the awe and admiration that he was allowed in the company of someone as brilliant as Akabane Karma) but Karma had his own walls, his own issues and lack of trust, so there was always that unspoken distance between them, that slight tenseness that lingered between every (very) rare arm that was slung over his shoulder. Though they walked side by side, it was never hand in hand. Though they spent every free minute together there were never any fist bumps or high fives or hugs (Nagisa wondered if Karma even knew what hugs were). Karma kept to himself and so did he - they both had boundaries that the other respected.

Until, Karma left. And he was alone again.

And as much as he said that he didn’t mind it - as much as he told himself that he was used to it ever since he woke up that one day and his father was nowhere to be found, the shouts and screams of his parents having their nth argument ringing in his ears even though his house was pitch quiet for once - it hurt. So when he was sent to E-Class with his head hung low and the voices of his former classes whispering their disgust trailing after him, he looked at the grenade in his hand and knew that he had nothing left to lose.

(So why did Koro-Sensei save him? And why did it feel so good? )

(And why did that mucus-like membrane shrouding him make his chest heat up with a feeling he’s never felt before?)

It was during their lunch break when it happened.

Nagisa was sitting by cross-legged at the base of a tree, reading an article about an upcoming superhero flick, whilst a group of his classmates were throwing, hitting and bouncing a ball in a game that Yada had called ‘don’t let the ball touch the ground’ but Kimura dubbed ‘the floor is lava for the ball and not us’ (he’ll let the jury decide which title was better) when he heard some rustling above him followed by groans.

“Okajima,” Maehara whined, “you hit it too high.”

“I’m sorry okay,” Okajima said, “I didn’t mean to get it stuck in some branch.”

“Don’t worry,” Yada smiled at him, “I’m sure that we can get it down if we stand on each others shoulders or something.”

“I don’t know,” Kataoka frowned. She looked up, making sure to cover her eyes from the sun, at the cursed branch, “it’s pretty high up. It’s safer for us to go and get a ladder.”

“No need,” Nagisa said. Unbeknownst to them, the moment Nagisa had gotten whiff of what had happened, he jumped up and, as silent as a serpent, leaped nimbly from branch to branch until he reached the one with the ball. He carefully plucked it from where it was nestled in a groove before making his way back down again, all just before Kataoka spoke. He threw it into her hands.

“What the- how the hell did you even do that?” Maehara’s jaw was dropped, frantically looking between the ball and the branch it was (he swore) a second ago.

“How did no one even see him?” Okajima whispered.

“Thank you, Nagisa,” Kurahashi beamed with the intensity of a thousand suns and threw her arms around him in one of her famous bear hugs, laughing in that usual bubbly way she always does. Nagisa freezes mid-flinch, almost petrified at the sudden contact. An unfamiliar warmth starts to spread across his chest. It was nice and almost comforting, drowning him with bright yellows and gentle goldens - making him feel like he was special. It took everything in him to not melt into it, a keening noise stuck at the base of his throat.

When his mother touches him, he feels the sharp talons of her nails digging into his skin. When she pecks his cheek or forehead, he has to stop himself from wincing at the way cyanide seems to burn him where her lips leave. In all honesty, he’d rather the sharp slaps and objects flying at him, at least those forms of pain where only physical and didn’t leave a confusing sense of dichotomy where his emotions that craved for the positive contact to linger battled where his fight-or-flight survival instincts screamed at him to scrub every single atom of her off of him. Touch was something he could neither afford nor understand.

If he wanted warmth, he’d wrap himself up in scarves and throw on soft jumpers; if he wanted to feel safe, he’d make sure to do everything he can to not trigger his mother into another eruption; if he wanted contact then he’d find his old plushies buried deep in the confines of his closet and embrace them in hopes that it would be enough. For him, the closest he’s ever gotten to feeling that void in his chest was when words of affirmation would wash over him (it’s no secret to anyone that compliments can render him unable to function)(but can you blame him when compliments to him are as rare as painite?).

When Kurahashi let go of him to go regale Yada with stories from a nature documentary she watched the night prior, he’s still stock still, dumbstruck, from that momentary embrace. He wanted her to come back so that he could feel it again. He wanted to feel her arms around his body like a safe little cocoon. He wanted to submit to that sunshine-like comfort and never get out of it. He craved that warmth so much it hurt him - why did it hurt so much?

It made him feel so wanted . And lov-

Is this why people hold hands all the time?

Later that night, he crushed one of his stuffed animals against his chest as he wrapped his arms around his body. He wondered why his pillowcase had wet stains on it when he woke up the next day.

(He ignored the answer that gnawed him at the back of his mind)

The second time he felt it was during a ‘completely necessary class bonding sleepover extravaganza’ (as Fuwa had put it) at the Nakamura household. With the blonde’s parents out of the country to visit her older brother, she had her entire house to herself - a house that was miraculously large enough to house twenty-seven teenage assassins in training (as well the phones that contained ‘Mobile Ritsu’).

“I still don’t understand why we can’t watch anime,” Fuwa pouted from her position on the kitchen island, her One-Piece-themed-socks-clad feet kicking up and down as she took another spoonful from the bowl of snickerdoodle cookie dough she had nicked from Hara and swallowed it, “it’s practically a staple for every good sleepover.”

“Because, Fuwa,” Nakamura drawled in reply, her own hands busy pouring popcorn into bowls, “none of us want to see you go full otaku during our relaxing evening.”

“It’s nothing against you Fuwa,” Nagisa had cut in quickly, having had made eye-contact with Isogai and Hara as the three of them were washing and drying the baking equipment they were using (“‘You know we have a dishwasher right?” Nakamura had called in amusement) and their combined parental instincts had deemed it necessary to extinguish anything that could potentially start something (and knowing this class, mountains can be made out of molehills as quickly as Koro-Sensei can fly from continent to continent), “it’s just that we think it might be a good idea to have more variety tonight. Next time we have a class movie night, you can choose anything you want.”

“I’m holding you to that, Shiota,” Fuwa pointed her spoon at him with narrowed eyes before sliding herself off the table and sauntering off towards the living room.

“She’s not going to get sick, eating all of that raw cookie dough, is she?” Nakamura asked, staring at the doorway.

Hara smiled at her, “don’t worry, we made the dough edible.” She gave Nagisa a head pat with a slightly soapy hand, “you can finish with that bowl you’re drying and help me bring these trays to the living room, ‘kay Nagisa?”

Nagisa nodded bashfully, trying to hide the redness that blossomed over his cheeks in reaction to Hara’s hand making contact with his scalp.

"What do you mean 'we should watch a horror movie'?" Isogai asked his friend.

"Exactly that class prez," Maehara grinned at the brunette, "you can't have a sleepover without a few screams."

"Nor can you have one without anime but here we are," Fuwa grumbled to herself.

"But what if people get scared?" Isogai asked, as always being the Ikeman he is and thinking about others. Bless him.

"That's the point," Nakamura chirped, "it's the perfect bonding exercise. Nothing can bring together a group of rag-tag misfits like fear."

"But-"

"Don't worry," Nakamura said, "we have Karma and Hazama with us. I can assure that whatever we see on the television will be nowhere nearly as scary as them."

"True that," the class sighed as the two students in question gave eerie, self-satisfied smirks.

"Not to mention that we're all assassins in training," Okano said, "no evil spirit or crazy murderer would stand a chance against us."

"And if they do, we can just sacrifice Terasaka to them," Hazama piped up, not even looking up from her book.

"HEY! WHAT THE HELL?!"

"Yeah, Hazama," Karma smirked, "as if they would even want him."

"OI AKABANE, WHAT'S YOUR DEAL?!"

"Hey, Nagisa," Kayano turned to her friend as Karma stuck his tongue out at Terasaka, "what kind of horror movies do you like?"

“I don’t know,” Nagisa replied, idly tracing the outlines of the cartoon sushi pieces that patterned his pyjama bottoms, “I’ve never watched any horror movies so I wouldn’t know what is good.”

Maehara grinned at them from under the hood of his Pikachu onesie, “Then have no fear, Nagisa. As a movie connoisseur-”

“I thought that title was reserved for me?” Mimura raised his hand with an arched eyebrow.

“-I would be more than happy to educate you, my young padawan-”

“-I’m pretty sure he’s older than you,” Okano pointed out.

“On the art of Horror Movie Binge-athons,” Maehara declared, ignoring the interruptions and pointing at the blunette in a very Fuwa-esque way.

So that was how Nagisa found himself on one of the couches, two scream-fests later, sandwiched between Karma and Sugino, watching the end credits of The Ring. From his perch, he watched in interest at the horror-struck faces of his classmates below.

“Dude,” Kimura breathed out in fear when the screen turned black, a shaky hand attempting to comfort a very visibly distressed Okajima, who had the athlete in a bone-crushing hug from behind as he hid behind him, “I am never going to answer a phone again.”

After a full ten seconds of silence, the smartphone that was lying in front of him lit up, and the Sonic theme song ‘Gotta Go Fast’ cut through the air like a knife. Kimura jumped about a foot in the air, screaming, whilst the others around him did the same. Muramatsu and Yoshida, clung tighter onto Hazama, yelling about how they were too young to die whilst Okajima and Okano began praying to the gods.

“Karma, stop it,” Nagisa sighed without even looking at the redhead next to him. When Karma smirked and ended the call on his phone, thus terminating the ringing, he turned and raised an unamused eyebrow at a snickering Nakamura who was filming the entire scene on her own phone. The blonde winked at him and raised a peace sign.

“I know what we should watch next,” Yoshida said after a while and took the remote. He began to scroll through the movie suggestions on the screen, “Coraline.”

“Isn’t ‘Coraline’ a kids’ movie?” Kataoka furrowed her eyebrows as she eyed the cartoonish movie poster on the television.

Coraline was not a kids’ movie. It was a horrific abomination of nightmare fuel dolled up with pretty colours and a talking cat. At least with the other films they had watched that night, he was able to stand - jump scares don’t really work on someone that’s constantly on edge and no CGI generated creature of the supernatural could terrify him as the very real harpy that he shares a roof with. At most he stiffens up or just trains his eyes onto the kernels of popcorn that get sent flying whenever Okajima gets particularly frightened. He usually just tries to deconstruct the story from a logical standpoint, making sure to point out to himself the plot-holes to enhance the fact that it’s nothing more than fiction (instead of making these comments out loud like Sugaya and end up having a brigade of throw pillows assaulted onto him). However watching The Other Mother, who spoke with a honey-sweet tone but had that distinct aura of ‘threat threat threat’ made him feel more chills than watching the disfigured Samara Morgan crawl out of a television and murder people and whilst the revelation of her true colours weren’t completely unpredictable, it didn’t and the fear and acid crawling up his stomach.

‘You may come out... when you've learned to be a loving daughter!’

‘How dare you disobey your mother!’

It was after watching that vile woman drag Coraline into that dark chamber and locking her inside it when he couldn’t take it. His frozen facade and almost petrified posture just broke. He lurched, fumbling for the blanket draped over his legs and pulled it up so that he could cover his head and buried himself under it. With his knees drawn up under the covers, he focused on controlling his breathing and trying to steady his shaking hands and starting-to-blur eyes in an attempt to push away the unpleasant flashbacks hissing around in his head like a viper. Suddenly out of nowhere, he felt a hand gently circle his wrist. He tensed, heart rate speeding up in a panic, before his skin registered the familiar feel of polyester - the material of Sugino’s red sweatbands (wait, does he even wear them to sleep? ). When he had physically relaxed, the- Sugino’s hand slowly and carefully - giving him ample time to pull away - moved his own and away from his legs and then interlocked his fingers between his. The skin on skin contact at the base of his fingers had caused the same warmth he had felt with Kurahashi spreading across his entire arm, stopping at his chest and swirling around like a mixture of comfort and elation, like he had just drank a cup of steaming milk tea. He steadily curled his own fingers downwards, letting the tips press down against the baseball-lover’s knuckles. The only response he got was a tight squeeze in return - not hard enough to sting but still grounding in a sense.

Okay.

He was okay, he can do this.

It was during the climax of the film, when Coraline confronts that button-for-eyes-wearing she-devil, when Nagisa abandoned all inhibitions and pulled on the hand intertwined with his own, simultaneously pulling Sugino down and bringing himself up so that he could wrap his arms around the black-haired boy. His uncharacteristic actions even shocked himself but all of his usual anxiety’s of forcing his problems on others were pushed back by the voice in his head saying ‘safe safe safe get closer closer ’. With his eyes squeezed shut so tight they almost hurt, he felt something wet roll down his cheek and so he tightened the hold he had on his best friend. Sugino reciprocated, one of his own hands gently cupping the back of his head, fingers burying past silken blue hair, so that he could very lightly bring the other’s face closer and tuck it underneath his chin. Now normally, Nagisa would have combusted with embarrassment at being so close to another student, especially in such a public setting like this, but right now he felt like nothing more than some primal urge begging him to soak in as much of that embrace as possible. To be selfish for once and just stay as close as he can even if it means he dies there. To let himself be vulnerable for a change. The movie, those memories they all washed away and he felt nothing but safe….

The next morning he woke up with his head on someone’s shoulder, a fluffy blanket raised upto his chin. He blinked the haziness out of his eyes to find himself in front of inky locks.

“You alright there, Nagisa?” Sugino looked at him with a smile. Oh he was already up. That’s new.

Nagisa’s eyes widened, his face erupting with redness as the events of the previous night replayed in his inner-theatre like those epic fail compilations Karma likes to laugh at. He jumped back to the other end of the couch, as far away from Sugino as possible.

“Oh god, Sugino, I am so sorry,” Nagisa whispered as loudly as he could without waking up his still snoozing classmates, “what happened last night was so weird and I put you in such an awkward position and I’m super sorry I swear that will never happen again and you must’ve been so embarrassed honestly you should've just pushed me off when I fell asleep I really wouldn’t have minded this was so weird and-”

“Nagisa, chill,” Sugino moved closer and placed a hand on the rambling boy’s shoulder, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards with slight amusement, “it’s cool. It’s normal for people to get scared during horror movies - it’s kind of the reason why they were made, you know. Besides if you looked really distressed and if I couldn’t do anything to help you then why are we even friends.”

“Yeah but-”

“No buts,” Sugino cut in, “you’re always ready to help others so don’t be surprised to find otu that others want to help you.”

Nagisa sighed. He looked up at the other boy with a slight blush, “well, um, thank you. For that. It was really nice of you.”

Sugino’s hand squeezed on his shoulder and he felt that familiar thrill shoot down his arm as the taller smiled, “no problem, Nagisa.”

(“Next time we decide to do a bonding activity,” Fuwa says during breakfast as she’s munching through a honey dripping pancake, “we should all go camping.”

Collectively the class shuddered, their minds being filled with visions of Fuwa holding up a chainsaw on full speed and running around like a mad woman, of fire enveloping a forest and demolishing a once peaceful campsite and dark grey mushroom clouds puffing out like an ashy eruption, “no thank you.”)

For some reason he finds himself in these sort of situations more and more. Like when he feels himself clinging closer to Okano when she bridal carries him up the mountain after he had injured his leg during a training exercise (which is interesting because normally being in such an unmasculine position would make his insecurities flare up like crazy); or when his arms tighten around Karma so much that it feels like their bodies are going to fuse together when the red head piggy-back carries him during a race; or when he just sighs in contentment when Maehara slings him over his shoulder instead of flailing around like he usually would when the brown-eyed boy declared that he was studying too hard and ‘offered’ to take him karaoke singing with everyone else.

In the back of his mind, he feels like the amount of affectionate touches he receives have almost quadrupled in size - there hasn’t been a day where he hasn’t gotten either a head pat, friendly noogie or side hug. There was even a tickling incident that led to his male classmates dogpiling him (because in 3-E the A in PDA can also mean aggression).

No one comments on it though.

It’s almost like Irina-Sensei’s comment about the students of 3-E having ‘some creepy hive mind’ is actually true.

(That comment actually lead to the class planning via group chat to speak in monotonic unison in front of her for an entire half an hour just to mess with her. It worked.)

“I still don’t understand why you people like drinking this leaf juice,” Fuwa scrunched her nose at the ceramic cup in her hand. Due to the pleasant weather, Kanzaki, Kayano and Okuda decided to have a tea party and Nagisa being the tea lover that he was was more than happy to accept their invitation.

“Hey,” Kayano glared at her, making a shooing gesture with one of her hands, “Group four only.”

“Kayano,” Nagisa said firmly, “she can stay if she wants.”

“But she’s disrespecting the tea.”

Nagisa shook his head and sighed whilst Kanzaki giggled into her cup.

“Listen Fuwa,” Kayano rounded on the female otaku, “whilst I stand by the statement that pudding is the closest thing to perfection humanity has ever created and I would sell this entire class for a lifetime supply of pudding cups without a second thought (“Say what now?” Nagisa backtracked), a cup of nice warm tea can truly heal your soul. It’s science.”

“That is true,” Okuda piped up, gently pushing her glasses up, “a cup of hot anything in your hands mimics human warmth which is said to have calming properties. So it basically means that warm drinks can mimic the need for human care and touch.”

‘ Well ,’ Nagisa blinked, thinking back to the mountain of tea bags that reside in his bedroom’s dustbin, ‘ that explains a lot. ’

“So if you guys ever feel too single,” Fuwa laughed and gave them double finger guns, “you know what to do.”

Whilst the rest of his company gave responding giggles, Nagisa felt a tug on his elbow and let it go limp to allow the greenette sitting next to him to tug it downwards. When he felt her link her pinky with his he turned to look at her to see a sunny beam directed straight at him.

And he smiles back.

Because he’s not alone anymore.

#assassination classroom #My writing

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iheartsunset · 4 years ago

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I remember trying to write a fic about my headcanon Koilee (who has a light case of vitiligo around her left eye and some on her forearms) in her high school days where her and her equally misfit group of friends see LePete near the local middle shop after school. Only the delinquents and other bullies tolerate her at this point, so she’s hanging with a rough crowd. Anyways, she convinces them to leave him alone and it’s winter and he’s wearing beach clothes, so she’s very concerned and is passive aggressively trying to interrogate him on where his family is. She wears foundation to cover the vitiligo on her face, but LePete could vaguely see the small patches on her hands from under her coat sleeves.

So then LePete keeps looking at her in wonder and she’s like “what are you looking at?” And she feels insecure all over again, but he smiles and says “you have vitiligo! Just like me!” And he lifts the coconut hat to reveal his own case of vitiligo. Koilee’s demeanor completely changes and she just breaks down crying because now she’s finally met someone like her and understands her problems. After she stops crying, they get to talking and she finds out that he lives in Burgerburgh with his dad, stepmom, and half brother Connor, but he’s always tired of being the black sheep of the family and he usually runs to hang out with his mom, Daniela. However, his brother and his best friend Lisa always manage to find him in Calypso Island, so this time he went somewhere completely unexpected.

Koilee then takes him back to the house she shares with her aunt (who’s a pilot and currently making a trip) and calls Connor to come get LePete. Then they bond or something and then Connor and Lisa pull up in their car and hug LePete and profusely thank Koilee for looking after him and they leave. Before they go, LePete says how happy he is to meet someone like him and that he hopes to see her again someday. Koilee hears Connor’s car peel out and she just stands there pondering her encounter.

Then she marches up to the bathroom and grabs makeup wipes and wipes the foundation off her face and for the first time in her life, she smiles at her reflection. Somewhere across the continent, LePete does the same.

And then about two years later or something, they meet again after she and Carlo have basically been blackmailed into running the Scooperia and they both laugh. Then he gives her a 97% scoring and leaves. She’s pissed because she centered those cherries and syrup spots perfectly, but she smiles anyways at the memories. Then Carlo fricks up the moment because he burnt Doan’s order

#papa louie #flipline studios #my hcs #delinquent koilee #lepete and koilee have vitiligo #koilee is the breaking the haughty tv trope #lisa and connor are best friends #connor and lepete are brothers

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corinthian-og-begay-docrime · 5 years ago

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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Beauregard & Fjord & Jester Lavorre & Nott & Mollymauk Tealeaf & Caleb Widogast & Yasha, Mollymauk Tealeaf & Caleb Widogast, Fjord/Jester Lavorre, Beau & Yasha, Nott/Caleb Widogast Characters: Caleb Widogast, Beauregard (Critical Role), Fjord (Critical Role), Nott (Critical Role), Mollymauk Tealeaf, Yasha (Critical Role), Caduceus Clay, Jester Lavorre, Frumpkin (Critical Role), Marion Lavorre | Ruby of the Sea, Trent Ikithon, Astrid (Critical Role), Eodwulf (Critical Role), Bren Aldric Ermendrud, The Gentleman (Critical Role), Grog Strongjaw, Vex'ahlia (Critical Role), Vax'ildan (Critical Role), Original Percival “Percy” de Rolo III/Vex'ahlia Child(ren), Keyleth (Critical Role) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Teenagers, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Foster Care, Group Homes, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Past Abuse, Child Abuse, Implied Sexual Content, Explicit Sexual Content, Siblings, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Rape/Non-con Elements, Graphic Description, Violence, Domestic Violence, Murder, Childhood Trauma, Alternate Universe - High School, Autistic Caleb Widogast, Asexual Caduceus Clay, ADHD Jester, autistic jester Summary:  The Might Nein Teenager AU. They meet in group therapy that is through the Vox Machina foundation. A group dedicated to helping children who need it and end up forming strong family bonds with each other. Caleb Widogast is a quiet 16 years old juvenile delinquent who is running his past he doesn’t want to talk about. Beauregard Larence is a 15-year-old in foster care because she got taken away from her father. Nott Bravehart is a tiny 13-year-old juvenile delinquent who shares a foster home with Caleb Yasha Nydoorin is a tall and very muscular 17-year-old who was part of the circus until the police to her and Molly to a foster home. Mollymauk Tealeaf 17 also in the circus until he was taken to a foster home with Yasha. He has no memory of his life before two years ago Fjord Tusktooth a 16-year-old who has been moved around so much he doesn’t know what home is. Jester Lavorre a 15-year-old who has a very loving mother but is in the system because her mom is a prostitute but she keeps running away to go back to her mom. Caduceus Clay seventeen year old who has an obsession with death and tea. His parents and older siblings just disappeared when he was younger.

#cr yasha #criticalrolec2 #caleb widogast #mollymauk tealeaf #jester lavorre #beau #cr fjord #criticalrole #grog strongjaw #vex'ahlia #percy de rolo #lorenzo critical role #nott the brave

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mbrinnon35 · 3 years ago

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You can’t mute/belittle my life experience

A golden ticket you don’t know how to cash in

Only the silly biker in my mind planned this field trip

He guides a tour through mines of chaos painting rivers of blood into pretty postures

Seeping stares into the dark songs on our flagged liberality

Linq

With the ops

Animals relinquishing my fajita too big

You know what I dutdjorwh

Jaguars Thor and a diabolical rando

Friends I made with out doing what friends supposedly do

Do I still get the benefits

Or was it not the worlds definition

Not the right decor to fit in the mental catalog of BULLSHIT

but it’s boring when they’re all the exact same height

Just one less way to deviate

Fantasyland always comes to play

Exactly the way I didn’t anticipate

Isn’t that cooler

Yeah except the pain works that way too

Night terror

Hell

Every day

Thousands

That I can remember

Honestly I don’t even remember them

But sometimes I can count the pages

In this gosatands sadistic picture book

Jesus is another corrupt delinquent

Misfits island

The boat rides back and forth take everything out of me

Every fiber in my body sewed into a stuffed bunny with wings

Flapped against the wind

Reincarnating as venti throwing everything I don’t have against love trying to survive

The wrld is a cesspool of love fighting a spiritual/physical battle that cancels the others out

That absorb the love straight out like alien suction until they are frail withered and depleted of all life

Disgusting feelings that rot inside me

Every season

Seasons of minutes moments

Coursing through my dna

A sickening simulations

Forsaken by my true love

Nuclear impotence

The old ages

Before the power was harnessed

Before the cosmics arrived

This poem is a metaphor for my first girlfriend

The other side

A world without an edge

Is probably just as awful

And the jury won’t side with judge

So I continue the torture of uncertainty

A floating rocking horse frozen for eons

Watching everyone’s dream constantly without pause

Not even alive

One with

No say in the matter

No choice

Just like them

We only share the title when we enter conscious together holding handsouls

As our hearts falter

Raining down shards onto the lives in the city

Wild untamed pegasuses striding through an open meadow

Splashing pond scum onto eachother for shits and giggles

Setting fire with our trails

Tails like charizard

Stinging prickles from the devils walking stick

Entangled but thick enough skin and strong enough character that we don’t mind at all

It makes us feel alive in the good way

Jumping into lava just to prove the volcano with spray us out to glass islands sprouting trees to hide our drugs on

They can’t own it all

Not what they can’t reach

Not what they need

Adapting the skills of ancestors they reject

Being claimed by hades at 13 and Zeus at 23 a type of love I thought was too expensive

Grown in a lab

Hatching with snakes around my neck

Hera must have disapproved or regretted the devils threesome

I know i’m cursed

The horde of monsters fills every gap of my house and glares me down from the outside

Cauterizing my irises as I orbit the sun

I went through once

It’s not even bright

It’s dark obviously

You go blind

But it burns

And then everything else is ice cold

Mind bombed into drunken despair

But i’m sober

Breaking addictions

To learn new ones

What a sham

They all lie to me to be right

That’s all we want right

To be right

Well I don’t

I want to be dead

And maybe i’m wrong

My readers are my camo half blood

We claim eachother

Fuck the rest

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queenfckr · 7 years ago

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TAG LIST:

1.) INDIE: MAY THE HINGES OF ARE FRIENDSHIP NEVER RUST. ( A collection or posts that remind me of the friendship between Nancy and Lydia) 2.) INDIE: MISFIT ISLAND. (The Breakfast Club AU tag) 3.) INDIE: WHY IS THE SMELL OF CHEAP LIQUOR CIGARETTES AND SWEAT SO COMFORTING? ( Where I throw everything that reminds me of Billy and Lydia) 4.) ask meme. 5.) I often find myself asking just WHO EXACTLY am I? (visage/faceclaim). 6.) REL: I’M A JUVENILE FUCKING DELINQUENT. (Basically just Billy tbh) 7.) REL: BLOW UM MA MAU! (Issa Steve tag, and I’m not sure why I have it) 8.) replies. 9.) boom box. (aLL THE MUSIC) 10.) INDIE: WITHOUT A MOMENTS HESITATION THE MEMORY IS CAPTURED; IMMORTALIZED FOREVER. (bro it’s Jonathan and Lydia) 11.) REL: I’M A CREEP. I’M A WEIRDO. WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING HERE? (just Jonathan stuff) 12.) REL: COME AND GET YOUR LOVE. (Nancy)

#i NEEDED TO SLAP THIS SOMEWHERE #ITS NOT DONE #I GOTTA MAKE TAGS FOR EVERYONE ELSE FROM THE BC AU #and a few more

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sarcastic-dogood · 8 years ago

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Murven text post AU where Raven and Roan are dating and Murphy schemes to break them up because HE SAW HER FIRST AND THAT ICE NATION BASTARD HAD NO RIGHT TO ASK HER ON A DATE BEFORE HE DID! 😉

The Island of Misfit Delinquents

10:09 am

Caw Caw Little Birdy: WHO’S GOT TWO THUMBS, A SEXY RED DRESS, AND A HOT DATE WITH ROAN AZGEDA TONIGHT?!?!?!?!?!

Murph-Man: Your mom?

Caw Caw Little Birdy: THIS GIRL

Caw Caw Little Birdy: Dammit Murphy

Caw Caw Little Birdy: You fun-sucking, last-piece-of-pizza snatcher, lotioned foot slipping around in a sock, uncouth garbage human, son of a bitch

Blake 1: You’ve gotten real creative with your insults lately

Blake 2: Rey just shit on your entire life son

Commander Clarke: #loveofmylife

Blake 1: #rude

Caw Caw Little Birdy: ANYWAY

Caw Caw Little Birdy: Roan’s got it all planned out He’s picking me up at seven and we’re going to a fancy dinner and a show. There’s also talk about getting coffee as we leisurely stroll back to my apartment under the light of a thousand brilliant stars, conversing about interesting topics

Murph-Man: Roan Azgeda: A modern day Jane Austen

Blake 2: Calm yo tits, Mr. Darcy

Commander Clarke: Murphy is SUCH a Darcy

Murphy-Man: Wut

Blake 1: Clarke is Jane Bennet and I’m Mr. Bingley

Blake 2: I’ve always wanted to be a snotty society lady

Blake 2: Count me in as Caroline Bingley

Murph-Man: I actually hate you all????

Caw Caw Little Birdy: I’M LIZZIE BENNET

Caw Caw Little Birdy: Watch me read all the books and slay men’s hearts with a slightly haughty attitude

Caw Caw Little Birdy: I deserve more than to be married off to a rich man I don’t love to save my father’s estate

Commander Clakre: ^^^ Same

Blake 2: ^^^ My new Instagram bio

Blake 1 + Murph-Man

10:40 am

Blake 1: So……

Blake 1: How you doing with all this?

Blake 1: And by this, I mean Raven and Roan

Blake 1: And by Raven and Roan I, of course, mean them dating

Blake 1: Murphy?

Murph-Man: Sorry I can’t guzzle vodka and text at the same time

Blake 1: It’s not even noon dude

Murph-Man: Then I’ll put the vodka in some orange juice

Murph-Man: Make some toast

Murph-Man: Call it brunch

Murph-Man: Like a middle-aged rich white woman

Blake 1: Buddy…… no

The Island of Misfit Delinquents

12:34 pm

Caw Caw Little Birdy: When you actually care about how this date will go so you shave your legs

Blake 1: Wow, when should we expect to receive the invitations to your wedding?

Murph-Man: Too much work. Just wear sweatpants and call it done

Commander Clarke: Darcy strikes again

Misson imPOSSIBLE

2:15 pm

Blake 2 added King Azgeda to the group chat

Blake 2: Plan is working perfectly

Blake 2: Or WAS

Commander Clarke: Don’t be passive aggressive to my boyfriend

Caw Caw Little Birdy: Yeah just be flat out aggressive towards him

Blake 1: Well maybe next time we try and secretly try and set up our friends, yOU GUYS WON’T BASE THE PLAN AROUND ME TRYING TO COMFORT PEOPLE

King Azgeda: Our first mistake

Blake 1: Roan you absolute winter coat made out of Wookie fur

Blake 1: Fight me

King Azgeda: With pleasure

Blake 2: #TeamRoan

Commander Clarke: (I-think-tf-not-you-trickass-bitch.jpeg)

Caw Caw Little Birdy: FOCUS YOU BUNCH OF MEME DUNCES

Caw Caw Little Birdy: We WANT Murphy to come and try to stop the date. Not be drunk off his ass

Blake 1: Before we all start yelling at me again, I DID fix things

Blake 1: Miller is covering Murphy’s shift at the precinct tonight. Jasper and Monty are on their way with coffee and the world’s greasiest burgers to sober Murphy up

Blake 2: Then Bell and I will go over right around the time Roan picks Raven up and trick Murphy into sabotaging the date

King Azgeda: And double check him for weapons before he leaves for said sabotage

King Azgeda: That’s important

The Island of Misfit Delinquents

6:43 pm

Caw Caw Little Birdy: I look bomb if I do say so myself

Blake 2: Yeahhhhhhhhhh Rey

Blake 2: Get. Some. ;)

Commander Clarke: Bow-chicka-bow-wow

Murphy-Man: Bow-chicka-bow-wow?

Murph-Man: My eyes have been sinned upon

Commander Clarke: SEND A PIC OF YOUR DRESS

Caw Caw Little Birdy: (Date-Night.jpeg)

Blake 1: Our little girl is all grown up

Commander Clarke: 21 years of sleepless nights, blood, sweat and tears… All for this moment

Caw Caw Little Birdy: Thanks mom and dad

Murph-Man: You look really really pretty Rey

Mission imPOSSIBLE

8:09 pm

King Azgeda: We should have picked a restaurant that served an actual meal

Caw Caw Little Birdy: What even are these portions

Caw Caw Little Birdy: My name is a bird, but I do NOT eat like one

Blake 2: Murphy has left Casa De La Sadness and is on the move

Blake 2: I repeat, on the MOVE

Blake 1: dfsjghorejgirjgjbfdk

Blake 1: I FORGOT TO TAKE THE BASEBALL BAT OUT OF HIS CAR

Caw Caw Little Birdy: FAILamy Blake

Murph-Man + Nathan Miller

8:58

Murph-Man: Hey man what beat are you patrolling tonight?

Nathan Miller: The usual

Murph-Man: That’s good

Nathan Miller: These vague texts aren’t tho

Murph-Man: If you want to pass a polygraph, you drive really slow to the Dropship Theater and you do NOT look closely at the face of the man with the baseball bat when that call comes out

Nathan Miller: WTF

Mission imPOSSIBLE

9:24 pm

Commander Clarke: I’m stationed at the coffee shop across from the theater

Commander Clarke: Also, this coffee tastes like piss so it’s a good thing this whole date is fake because if I were Raven and Roan bought me coffee from this place?

Commander Clarke: I’d dump it all over that nice-ass suit and there would be NO second date

King Azgeda: wow ok

Blake 1: I’m in love?????

Blake 2: Murphy’s on the move

Blake 2: And by move, I mean he iS HAULING ASS WITH A BASEBALL BAT SHHHHIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTT

Blake 1: I’m stuck in traffic what’s happening !!!!!!!!!?

Commander Clarke: Roan looks like a gallant European prince

Commander Clarke: Murphy looks like a disheveled…. Well just like straight up disheveled in a big old grandpa sweater and dark jeans

Blake 2: Roan snatched that bat from Murphy right quick

Blake 1: Catch them hands too lmao

Blake 2: You right lols

Commander Clarke: We’re like all sitting together watching this right now? And we’re texting each other?

King Azgeda: Raven dragged Murphy back around to the parking lot so they could scream at each other in private. And make out

King Azgeda: (my-longest-yeah-boi-ever.jpeg)

Blake 2: You’ve done well young grasshopper

Blake 1: Yeah come across the street and I’ll buy you a cup of coffee as a thank you

King Azgeda: The same coffee your girlfriend said tasted like piss?

Blake 1: That’d be the one

The Island of Misfit Delinquetns

11:02 pm

Caw Caw Little Birdy: (We-Cute-AND-an-Offical-Couple.jpeg)

Blake 1: Murphy flipping the camera off as you guys kiss is everything I expected your relationship to be

Blake 2: AWWWWWWW!!!!! TOGETHER AT LAST

Blake 2: My skin is clear, my bank account is full, an angel delicately plays the harp in the background

Commander Clarke: YOU GUYS CAN DOUBLE DATE WITH ME AND BELL

Murph-Man: Pass

Blake 1: Pass

Caw Caw Little Birdy: Sometimes I’m jealous over how in sync you guys are

Blake 2: *added King Azgeda to Island of Misfit Delinquents*

King Azgeda: Happy for you guys!

Murph-Man: I could have done without the emotional trauma tho tbh

Murph-Man: I’m only 178 pounds of delicate pale skin and sarcasm

Murph-Man: I’m fragile

Caw Caw Little Birdy: It was the only way

Blake 2: We knew your anger would win over your pride

King Azgeda: Why confess your feelings when you can try and beat the fake boyfriend with a baseball bat and hope your point gets across as you shatter the competitions knees?

Blake 2: I would have intervened before he shattered your knees

King Azgeda: Thanks babe

Blake 2: NVWIPVNHPIVHFVNFUGFNROKAETR

Commander Clarke: YOOOOOOOOOOOO

Caw Caw Little Birdy: I KNEW WE FORGOT SOMETHING

Caw Caw Little Birdy: It was supposed to go- Go on Fake date, Murphy confesses his feelings (finally) and Octavia somehow breaks the news to her brother that she’s daTING ROAN

Blake 2: I was going to buy him a history book and get him about three glasses of fancy wine deep before I told him

Blake 2: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

King Azgeda: …….. well this is awkward

Blake 1: YOU OVERGROWN SCRUFFY LOOKIN, FUR COAT WEARING, WANNABE WARRIOR PRINCE OF SOME APOCALYPTIC UNIVERSE

Blake 1: I WILL FUCK YOU UP

Commander Clarke: Guys you gotta break stuff to him gently he has the heart of an 87-year-old man

Caw Caw Little Birdy: He’s gonna go BOOM

Blake 1: DON’T TOUCH MY SISTER

Murph-Man: I’d actually like to retract my earlier statement about double dates and propose a TRIPPLE date instead

Murph-Man: I think that would be good for our friend group

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40 Years of Thrillpower: Mavericks

The Astonishing Mind of Alan Moore - Various Artists

Attention aspiring writers, any budding script droids, or comic creators of any description, if you study Alan Moore’s earliest 2000AD short stories they are perfectly penned pearly parables!

A lot can be learned from these one, two, three or more page short stories, just the right length, plenty of humour and usually with an unexpected twist or moral lesson.

Whilst at the Galaxy’s Greatest Comic™, the Moore droid sharpened the tools of his trade, writing dozens of short stories: Future Shocks, Robo-Tales and Time Twisters, before venturing into some of the comic’s best-loved series: DR & Quinch, Skizz and, of course, The Ballad of Halo Jones - the story of an ordinary girl, with extraordinary dreams - undoubtedly some of his best work, as vital and resonant now as it was when it was written, over 30 years ago.

So, whether you’re already a fan, a frustrated script droid, or just a lover of tall tales, this is the introduction to one of the finest fiction writers of his generation - and he honed his career under the guidance of The Mighty Tharg at 2000AD - where else?!

A restless, creative and prolific young droid busies himself at his desk, under the watchful gaze of the omnipotent, Tharg the Mighty! Art by Robin Smith.

An early example of the Moore droid’s mastery of the short story, The Return of the Two-Storey Brain, has an unforgettable lead character, in this case so popular that Abelard Snazz, or the 'double-decker dome' aka the ‘two-storey brain’, etc, would return for further far-fetched fabulous fails! Mike White (a).

Chronocops, with partner-in-sublime (sorry!), the legendary, Dave Gibbons, is another short story, a ‘Time Twister’, aptly, that is so simply constructed, it has been ripped off in popular culture a million times since. However, thanks to superior draughtsmanship, and gags aplenty, this is perhaps the sweetest sci-fi short of all time - a lesson in the art of the twist-in-the-tale!

Everybody’s favourite extra-terrestrial teenage delinquents, the irrepressible DR & Quinch. Starting out, unsurprisingly, as a hugely enjoyable one-off short story, a Time Twister: DR & Quinch Have Fun On Earth (Prog 317, 21Mar’83)Our anarchic heroes plan a galaxy-wide jaunt seemingly just to cause some mayhem and drokk with the backward minds of some backwater stomm-hole known as Earth. But the diabolic duo stop off throughout different eras in Earth’s distant, and more recent past, leaving their mark on this temporal journey in subtle (and not-so subtle!) ways. In fact it’s all just a..(well, visit unofficial 2000AD database, Barney, and read the whole sociopathic short story above for yourself online, for free!). Fortunately, this terrific Time Twister spawned a whole series for the terrible twosome, bringing the best out of co-creative art droid, the awesome Alan Davis (Harry Twenty on the High Rock, Captain Britain).

ABC Warriors: Red Planet Blues (2000AD Annual 1985, 1Aug’85). Although by no means a regular scribe on the Mek-nificent 7 (to be fair, as far as I know, the only other script droid other than creator Pat Mills to ever have written an ABC Warriors’ story). A soulful, introspective Hammerstein reminisces on his time on Mars with the heroic war droids - “seven robots sent to tame a planet” - lovingly scripted, with beautiful artwork from the late, great Steve Dillon & the usual perfect palette from the colouring box of John Higgins (Watchmen). Having said that, the Moore droid did pen a few short stories from ‘Ol’ Red Eye’s’ mouthy sewer droid pal, loveable scamp & former Ro-Buster, Ro-Jaws.

Skizz (Progs 308-30, 19Mar-20Aug’83) an hilarious homage to Spielberg’s E.T. (The Extra-Terrestrial), with a brilliant bit of early ‘80s blackly comic television drama, Boys From The Blackstuff thrown into the mix. A plucky working class teenage girl, Roxy, from Birmingham finds kangaroo-like alien interpreter, Zhcchz of the Tau-Ceti Imperium hiding in the garden shed. With help from loveable layabout, Loz and psychotic mental patient with-a-heart, Cornelius. The frightened, gentle creature, although highly intelligent finds himself on a noisy, polluted planet, that due to Roxy’s Midlands accent, he believes is called Burmy-gam (nice touch, for anyone familiar with a ‘Brummie’ accent) and left alone in Roxy’s family home, whilst her parents are on holiday. With Roxy at school, Skizz tries to understand Earth’s culture, and the easiest way to absorb that, is to watch TV. The mild-mannered alien whose species are largely pacifistic, is horrified by the sheer brutality and atrocities that he sees daily on the news. But, also what humans constitute as entertainment - boxing, wrestling and other contact sports, combatant or not, are complete anathema to Skizz’s race. To make matter’s worse his alien metabolism is also causing a problem, every foodstuff she tries to feed him causes a violent reaction, making him vomit. In the end Roxy discovers that baby food is a winner, and at least he won’t starve to death. Knowing that Skizz’s craft has been discovered, Roxy, with help from loveable layabout, Loz and psychotic mental patient with-a-heart, Cornelius, realise they must get the creature back to his home world, before government agencies seize him, eager to get the creature in a laboratory and see what makes him tick. Their biggest obstacle is a South African, apartheid-era scientist, van Owen, an obsessed alien-hunter, who had found Skizz’s crashed spacecraft and knows he’s in the area. Can this teenage girl, and her ragtag bunch of misfits, really hope to win against overwhelming forces, who want a living extraterrestrial to ‘study’, and will stop at nothing to get their way? A great little story, with relatable characters, that is funny, tragic and exciting in equal measures - light years ahead of Spielberg’s movie, of which it is a blatant pastiche. This wouldn’t be the last time Moore would use aliens or a plucky teenage heroine in the Galaxy’s Greatest Comic...

The Ballad of Halo Jones [Books 1-3]. (Progs 376-85, 7Jul-29Sep’84), (Progs 405-15, 16Feb-27Apr’85) & (Progs 451-66, 4Jan-19Apr’86) When Halo Jones grows bored with her life in The Hoop — a futuristic place, of where jobs are scarce and excitement is non-existent — she sets out to see the galaxy orbiting the former island of Manhattan, any way she can. But can she survive the highs and lows that lie in her path, including an extended period of shipboard servitude and a tour of duty in a terrifying war that defies the physics of space and time? This triumphant tour-de-force is the most critically acclaimed of the Moore droid’s contribution to the Galaxy’s Greatest Comic, with good reason. The only disappointing aspect of this remarkable work of fiction, sequential strip art, or not, is that it was meant initially to run to 5, 6, 7 volumes,,following an idealistic, headstrong teenager through her life, ending with a worlds-weary elderly woman,looking back on her eventful history (according to his script droid daughter, Leah Moore, that is). Either way, although unfinished it really is a super story of an optimistic innocent, taught the realistics of leaving home, and what life is really all about. In a way, though the final book leaves you wondering what happened to our heroine, we all remember her motto: “Where did she go? OUT. “What did she see?” EVERYTHING! Ultimately, though Halo Jones is a survivor, and that’s something we can all relate to... Beautifully drawn by another top creative collaborator, Ian Gibson.

#Alan Moore #40 Years of Thrillpower #2000AD Mavericks #2000AD #comics

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sarcastic-dogood · 7 years ago

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Island of Misfit Delinquents Part 2

A/N: O wants to go to the zoo, Murphy advocates against Body Shaming, Jasper is zebra prejudice, and the gang runs into some trouble..... So like just any other typical day

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The Island of Misfit Delinquents

5:15 am

Blake 2: *added Nathan Miller + JJ Goggles + Smol Son Monty to the group chat*

Blake 2: Which one of you sons of bitches is up for road trip to the Polis Zoo

Blake 1: I’ll gladly offer up my car to drive you back to where you belong among the wild beasts

Blake 2: KMGRKJFNBIFLK I’M TRIGGERED

Nathan Miller: I just spent the past three hours trying to get this lanky drunk dude in a neon pink spandex body suit and feather boa who was screaming obscenities at me home so count me as a no

King Azgeda: Wait I thought you were working last night. I didn’t know you were hanging out with Jasper

JJ Goggles: Don’t roast me like this

Smol Son Monty: Yeah roast anything else about him but his body suit

Smol Son Monty: He’s very insecure about his figure

Murph-Man: WHO’S BODY SHAMING JAS I WILL FIGHT THEM

Commander Clarke: John Murphy- the hero I never knew our group needed

Caw Caw Little Birdy: Such a cliched anti-hero, that John Murphy

Caw Caw Little Birdy: BUT ALSO SAME BECAUSE I WILL FIGHT ANYONE WHO OFFENDS JASPER IN THE SLIGHTEST HOLD MY EARRINGS

Blake 1: What a power couple

Blake 2: But for real lets go to the zoo today. Roan said he’d buy me a churro. Or twelve

King Azgeda: You’re definitely not having 12 churros

Blake 2: You’re not my boyfriend anymore

King Azgeda: You’re definitely not having 12 churros CAUSE I WAS GOING TO BUY YOU 13 CHURROS

Commander Clarke: Nice save

JONTAVIA GROUP CHAT

6:52

JJ Goggles: Hey O

Blake 2: Hey J

JJ Goggles: How would you feel about Monty and I sneaking alcohol into the zoo?

Smol Son Monty: HYPOTHETICALLY sneaking in alcohol

Blake 2: I’d say HYPOTHETICALLY maybe

JJ Goggles: I’ve always wanted to get drunk at the zoo and naked fight the zebras

Blake 2: OH MY SHIT

Blake 2: PLEASE

Blake 2: But what do you have against the zebras, Jas?

JJ Goggles: They’ve got SO many stripes. Like pick a single color you over-hyped up multi-colored horse fuckers

Blake 2: ?

Smol Son Monty: Don’t mind him. He’s already started pre-gaming

The Island of Misfit Delinquents

7:30 am

Caw Caw Little Birdy: For whoever is riding in my car to the zoo, your father and I are here outside Casa Blake

Murph-Man: Yes, it is I, your father. And you are all disappointments and the reason I drink

Commander Clarke: Awww it’s like I’m actually talking to my real parents

Blake 1: BABE OMG

Commander Clarke: Wow forgot to compartmentalize my feelings there for a second #wildin

Blake 2: Don’t worry, Clarkey. I got fruit snacks and juice pouches to help numb the pain

Commander Clarke: Scooby-Doo ones?

Blake 2: Are there any other kind of fruit snacks?

Caw Caw Little Birdy: Like jinkies gang! Get in the Mystery Machine or Murphy’s pasty ass is the only one going to the zoo

Blake 1 + Commander Clarke

8:09 am

Blake 1: Remind me again why we decided to split up the cars into boys and girls?

Commander Clarke: Cause Raven, O and I aren’t about to spend the next two hours listening to you guys bitch about our music

Blake 1: You bitch about Taylor Swift one time....

Commander Clarke: I can assure you we will never forget

Commander Clarke: *I-Knew-Bellamy-Was-Trouble.vid*

King Azgeda created a new chat

9:54 am

King Azgeda: *named the chat Beastie Boys*

Murph-Man: I can’t believe youre subjectifying me to this 1987 swill

King Azgeda: Appreciate the classics

Blake 1: NO SLEEP TILL

Blake 1: *guitar solo from the gods*

Blake 1: B R O O K L Y N

King Azgeda: FOOT ON THE PEDAL NEVER EVER FALSE METAL ENGINE RUNNING HOTTER THEN A BOILING KETTLE

Smol Son Monty: Ya’ll sleeping on Boyz To Men

JJ Goggles: I got you little homie

The Island of Misfit Delinquents

9:57 am

King Azgeda: Had to make a small pit stop

Blake 2: What why

Blake 1: Just needed to stretch our legs

Murph-Man: All of us

King Azgeda: In separate directions

Caw Caw Little Birdy: Did you guys sing I’ll Make Love To You by Boyz To Men to each other again?

Commander Clarke: fuck you guys we’ve been over this

JJ Goggles: Idk what those others losers are talking about

JJ Goggles: I was going IN on that song

Murph-Man: Yeah and making direct eye contact while singing it to us

JJ Goggles: Masculinity so fragile #cantrelate

The Island of Misfit Delinquents

10:32 am

Blake 2: WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS

Commander Clarke: We’ve been waiting in the parking lot of the zoo for like 20 wtf

Caw Caw Little Birdy: O is starting to smell the fresh baked churros and honestly I’ve never been more afraid for my wellbeing

Blake 2: HELLO

Blake 2: Listen here shit-for-brains

Blake 2: You guys are going to get here and you are going to get here NOW

Caw Caw Little Birdy: Um pls hurry

Smol Son Monty: NFJKVNFONVFONVM

Commander Clarke: Did you have a stroke while typing, Monty?

Blake 1: WE LITERALLY ALMOST JUST GOT MASS-MURDERED IN A GAS STATION FUCKLFNJENFBRU3

Nathan Miller: I have about eight million texts to read through but I’m glad I woke up to Bellamy’s frantic text about being deceased

Commander Clarke: Are you guys ok?!

JJ Goggles: We’re fine bUUUT Roan totally made me spill like half my flask down the front of my pants when he went to shield me and Monty with his chiseled upper body

King Azgeda: Sorry???

Nathan Miller: He’s a real fucking monster

Blake 1: Murphy went like MMA street fighter on this dudes ass

Blake 1: Like I’m not even kidding. This rando serial killer comes charging up to the cash register where we’re all standing and demands all the money and cigarettes and lotto scratchers

Smol Son Monty: And our wallets and anything expensive we had on us!!

Blake 1: He’s waving this gun around and the gas station clerk is scrambling around to gather all his demands. And then the guy turns around to us and puts the barrel right against mURPHY’S HEAD

Caw Caw Little Birdy: OHMYGOD

Caw Caw Little Birdy: Murphy are you hurt?!

JJ Goggles: HURT!?!??

Smol Son Monty: he literally stEPS CLOSER TO THE GUY

King Azgeda: AND SMILES

Blake 2: FUCK. IT. UP. YAS BITCH

Blake 1: I honestly don’t even know what happened after that??? Like????

Blake 1: He’s literally standing there with the gun to his head one second and then the next he has this dude on the floor knocked tf out and with a broken wrist

JJ Goggles: Like bone-popping-out-of-skin broken wrist

Nathan Miller: I miss all the fun stuff :(

Murph-Man: Sorry the police just finished questioning me

Murph-Man: I’m all good Rey. Pinky Promise babe <3

The Island of Misfit Delinquents

1:45 pm

Blake 2: Got my churros finally!!!!!!!!

King Azgeda: *churr-O’s happy dance.vid*

Commander Clarke: S’cute

Blake 1: Not as cute as Clarke tho

Murph-Man: I just barfed in my mouth

Smol Son Monty: Not to be like rude but the zoo is kinda underwhelming after the gas station

JJ Goggles: hella underwhelming

Caw Caw Little Birdy: I’m just glad ya’ll are safe

Commander Clarke: For real

Blake 2: Don’t worry. Jasper is almost drunk enough to naked fight the zebras

Commander Clarke: what

Blake 2: what

JJ Goggles: Whhhhaaaaaaaaattttttttt

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