#the only person who’s age ever is consistent is like debbie maybe

[m4ndysk4nkovich]

i doubt anyone will see this and care, but i found another time the shameless writer’s math was wrong and now i need to post about it.

in season 1, it begins late 2010 and ends early 2011. ian gallagher was born may 9, 1996 (which is canon and can be further proved in 1x10 when it says that he was concieved in the summer) which would make him 14 at the start (going on 15 at the end)

but by the time that season 1 ends, ian’s affair with kash is over

and in season 3 ian says he was fifteen with kash- but he wasn’t, he was 14- and this can again, be proven by how monica and clayton did pcp and fucked in the summer of ‘95

anyway their math is always off and i could make a long post about it and i probably will😭

[im-in-vin-ci-ble]

Heyy could I possibly request f!OC x Mark, in which the OC is Red Rush’s daughter who also inherited his powers. Set before the events of episode one maybe at a Guardian’s work party or smth. Mark and OC are hitting it off in a ‘Idk what’s going on my dad just works here’ solidarity during the party; while her doting and protective father Josef is keeping an eye on them, unsure about how he feels about his favorite sidekick growing up on him. Maybe Olga and Debbie try to be matchmakers too lol

A/N: okay well this is CUTE AF, I love this sm thank u for requesting <3 also josef and olga are married here, no one dies (yet) and everyone is happy!!!

Pairing: Mark Grayson x Fem!OC

Rating: T

Warnings: mild swearing

The annual Guardians of the Globe Founder's Day party was never really Zasha's scene. It mainly consisted of the Guardians and the Global Defense Agency's families, and more often than not, she was the only one in her age group. Her true purpose there was to really just pay her respects to the people — including her father, who people knew as Red Rush — who protected the planet.

This year's Founder's Day event was different, however, as Omni-Man finally accepted the party invitations he'd been ignoring for years. Although there were jokes that he had accidentally RSVP'd to the party, or that his wife had accepted the invite behind his back, everyone seemed happy, and still pleasantly surprised, when he and his family walked in.

Sitting down with a non-alcoholic beverage in her hand, she watched as everyone shook hands with the powerful Nolan Grayson and his loving family. Zasha's mom, Olga, walked over to say hello and immediately dragged the three to where Zasha and Josef were. The two male superheroes first exchanged pleasantries, followed by Olga forcing her daughter to get up so she can properly be introduced to the teenage boy standing across from her.

"Zasha, hi," Debbie said with a wide smile as she gave you a warm hug. "This is my son, Mark. I don't think you two have properly met yet."

He extended his arm, "Oh, hi, uh, I'm Mark," he replied with a sheepish smile.

"Hi, I'm Z," she said as Olga gave her a soft push to move her forward. The young girl's eyes threw daggers at her mom before politely shaking his hand, "Nice to meet you."

"Are you all hungry? They've got a lot of food," Olga told the Graysons, leading them and Josef, who squinted his eyes at Zasha and Mark, over to the buffet table.

Zasha and Mark looked at each other awkwardly and exchanged nervous smiles. He began to rock back and forth on his feet, shoving his hands into his pockets as he attempted to think of what to say.

"So uh, how's... superhero training?" he asked.

"Uh, good," Zasha answered, nodding her head. "We managed to take down Titan yesterday so that was pretty cool."

"Oh yeah? That's great," Mark exclaimed. "How about, um..." he scratched the back of his head, "Is the, i-is the drink... good?"

She looked down at her cup and clicked her tongue, "You know for a party that's sponsored by the government, you'd think they'd have better catering."

He chuckled, "If I knew this was going to be a boring party with adults and toddlers and no good food, I would have at least brought a snack and some comic books."

Zasha sat back down and looked up at him with a smile, "Well you better take a seat, buddy, because the next few hours are going to make you wish you were being hurled at buildings instead."

She gently patted the seat next to her and Mark accepted the offer. "Do you go to these things a lot?" he asked.

"Unfortunately, yes," Zasha replied. "You are so damn lucky your dad never wants to come to a Guardians event."

Mark laughed, "You know what, I used to be really jealous of all the families who got together during these events but right now, I'd do anything to just go home." He looked around and sighed, "I don't even know most of these people."

"Me too, and I've seen their faces at least thrice a year ever since I could remember," she agreed. "Actually, I think this is the first solid conversation I've had with someone at these things."

"Really?" he asked in shock.

"Really," she answered, taking a sip of the bland orange juice that now mostly tastes like water. "Most of the guys who are my age that have attended aren't really cute, nor are they interesting, so meh."

Mark's head snapped up at that remark and he felt the warmth rush up to his cheeks. "The other guys aren’t... cute and not... interesting?"

"Hell no," Zasha laughed. "Have you ever tried connecting with a person who has no special abilities but know you're a superhero? It feels like talking to a wall."

He crossed his brows, "What do you mean?"

She sighed and leaned forward, "They usually ask me what being a superhero is like, but when I tell them that I managed to take down a man with rock for skin, it's like I'm a freak."

"You're not a freak, Zasha," he replied. "And any guy who feels that way about a girl who's trying to save others sounds like a shitty person."

"And they're not even cute!" she added.

"And they're not even cute," he repeated after her with a laugh.

Zasha sighed again and sat back up. She looked over at him and briefly examined his face, "Well it's a good thing you are."

Josef turned around and watched as the 17-year-old boy chatted up his daughter, as well as literally take his seat at the table.

He held on to Olga's arm and leaned in, "I don't like what I'm seeing over there."

Olga turned to look then laughed at her overbearing husband. "They're just talking, Josef," she said. "It's not Zasha's fault she can enjoy a pleasant conversation and you can't."

"Mm..." Josef groaned, "I don't like it."

"Don't like what?" Debbie asked from behind.

Olga walked over to her and excitingly yet subtly pointed at Zasha and Mark, who were now facing each other now laughing. "Josef's worried that Zasha won't have time to be his daughter anymore if she ever started dating boys," she explained to Debbie. "You know he scares off every single boy Zasha introduces to us? I'm worried she'll never have a boyfriend!"

"She doesn't need a boyfriend, Olga," Josef chimed in grumpily, crossing his arms as he watched the two like a hawk. "No one will be good enough for Zasha anyway. She can literally outrun all the boys she dates."

"So are you saying that my Mark isn't good enough for Zasha?" Debbie asked with half a smile, momentarily shutting Josef up before he nervously tried to form a sentence. "I'm just teasing, Josef," she followed, winking at him and almost warning him not to underestimate her son.

Olga chuckled, "It's good for them to bond. They're both teenagers and superheroes, if they ever date at least they won't have to worry about keeping secrets."

"Whoa, wait," Josef exclaimed. "They just met, who said anything about dating?"

His wife rolled her eyes at his remark. "We should, what's the term... hook them up," Olga said. "Debbie, ask Mark what's going on and I'll ask Zasha."

Debbie agreed to the plan and walked over to Mark and Zasha while Josef huffed in annoyance but stayed in his position; there was no way in hell he was going to keep his eyes off of them.

Debbie offered Mark some food from her plate but he kindly declined. "Good choice," she said. "For a party paid for by the government, you'd think they'd have better food."

Mark laughed and nodded in agreement, "That's what Z said!"

"Oh really?" Debbie replied with a playful smirk.

Mark and Zasha looked at each other as if they were sharing an inside joke before Olga called her daughter over.

"Sorry, mama is calling me," she told the Graysons as she excused herself.

"So..." Debbie trailed off, raising her eyebrow at her son whose cheeks were rosy red.

"Mom, please don't make it weird," Mark begged.

"You and Zasha seem to be hitting it off."

"I begged you not to make it weird," he groaned, covering his face.

"I was just asking!" Debbie said with a giggle. "Why are you being so offensive?"

"I'm not, mom, I'm just... ugh," he groaned again. "Please don't say anything to Josef and Olga. Don't make it weird."

"I won't, I won't," Debbie reassured him. "Are you gonna ask her out though?"

"Mom!"

"Okay, okay, I'm leaving," she said with a hearty laugh, nodding at Zasha who was walking back to her seat.

"Sorry about that, my mom was being strange," Zasha said. "Everything okay?" she asked Mark, who now looked like he'd been slapped over and over again.

"Yeah, yeah! Great! Everything's great!"

She smiled at him but Mark leaned over and kept his head down. Another moment of awkward silence fell upon the two; Zasha looked around while tapping her toes and Mark's sight was glued to the floor. From the corner of his eye, he could see his mom and Olga delicately signalling at him to make his move. He covered the sides of his face and continuously mouthed "No," but the two were unrelenting. He took a deep breath and finally sat back up, and looked over at Zasha who was still pretending to casually look around.

"Hey, uh, Z?"

She quickly looked over at him with wide eyes, "Yes?"

Mark looked behind her head and watched as Olga and Debbie were giggling and whispering to each other, like a bunch of high school girls who just saw their best friend talking to their crush.

"Uh, I'm hungry."

The smile on Zasha's face was quickly replaced with a look of confusion. "Okay... and?"

"Oh! Um," he cleared his throat, "do you... like burgers?"

Zasha giggled and nodded, "I do like burgers."

Controlling his urge to fist pump, Mark cheekily bit his lower lip and moved a little closer, "You wanna head out and grab a bite?"

"Uh..." she turned around and watched as Olga and Debbie quickly nodded their heads, her mom giving her a sign of approval to leave the party. "Sure, I'm starving."

Josef looked on as the two of them stood up and began to make their way to the exit. Sighing in defeat and sadness, he called them over to the place where he's been stationed at since the Graysons arrived.

"Papa, we're just gonna get something to eat," she informed him nervously, knowing his scare tactics when it came to the guys she introduced him to.

Josef's eyes softened as the sight of his little girl, who he knew and finally accepted was growing up. She was making her way into the world and as much as he wanted to always protect her, he knew that she was just as smart and as capable to start doing it herself.

He took his daughter's hand and held it tight, "Okay, call me if you need a ride home."

"I will," Zasha said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Love you, papa."

"I love you too," he replied with a smile that was immediately erased when he focused his attention to Mark. "Bring her home by 11:30, and no sneaking into her room by the window," he ordered the teenage boy sternly.

Caught by surprise by the sudden formality, Mark straightened his back and nodded. "Uh yes, y-yes sir, Red Rush, sir."

"Papa!" she exclaimed. "No more scare tactics."

"I'm sorry," he chuckled, "that was the last one, I promise."

[waitingfortheendtocome]

Deceiving Love

This was a request idea send so all credits for the idea goes to @me-goro Thank you for the request and I promise I’ll try my best :)

Request: Enemy to Lovers where Lou meets y/n for the first time while Lou’s trying to be sneaky because she wants to get information o but Y/N is unknowingly in the way of her getting it. 

This is probably not going to be that many chapters maybe a few chapters, more or less fast pace. I tried to get it in a one shot but it would’ve been too long. 

I’m so sorry is so long I couldn’t find a stopping point and wanted to get as much info out there as well as introduction for the first chapter. I promise I’ll try not to make them too long in the future lol. I’m bad at finding good ending spots as well as writing characters hating on each other LOL. Fair warning I went for the crashing into each other cliché to create a bad start between them LOL

I haven’t edited it completely so there might be grammatic error and for that I apologize. 

Also this is my first Ocean’s 8 Lou Miller story so I’m sorry if this turns out bad 😅

Warnings: None yet except Cursing here and there. bad first impressions if you count that (is that under angst????)

Chapter One

~Lou~

Lou parked in front of the warehouse they had rented out for the job. They made sure to rent it out under a false name to avoid backtracking in case somewhere where to go wrong. They all took a flight to France for a job Debbie insisted they should do. She claimed it a really good job and the pay was good. Personally Lou didn’t needed the extra cash and rejected the job a few times over the course of a week before finally caving in due to Debbie’s persistence. Despite her agreeing she wasn’t happy and had been slightly grouchy she wanted to focus on running her club, upgrading it here and there to make it better and maybe open another club so she was very busy. 

If she did this job she had to put all the plans on hold for a while which she was upset about. She had to hire a temporary manager to run her club while she was gone, hell even Tammy tried to tell Debbie to leave Lou be but according to Debbie they’ll get caught if Lou wasn’t there. Lou had been in a bad mood that day and saying a few things that would have hurt Debbie’s feelings if Debbie had been within hearing range only Tammy heard her and the two had a lengthy conversation which made Lou wish she had a strong drink which wasn’t wise thankfully Tammy made her feel better already sensing Lou’s sudden stress. Safe to say after talking to Tammy she agreed on the job better her helping Debbie than having all seven of her friends get caught and arrested. Debbie was more than happy at Lou agreeing to do this job something Lou noticed and had to admit made her happy.

They all walked in the warehouse and looked around except for Lou who walked confidently to a chair and sat down her long legs spread out in front of her. She had already came here a week ago to get the place set up for the team she even set up a spot for nine balls with the equipment the woman needed for the heist so she didn’t needed to explore or look around. Debbie grinned at Lou proud that Lou had set the place up already Lou looked up from her phone giving Debbie a smug smirk before she finished texting her temporary club manager. She put her phone away and looked up knowing the team had gathered and Debbie took the floor.

“So, what are we stealing? You guys haven’t told us.” Amita wondered

Lou lounged back shrugging, “Don’t look at me not even I know.”

“Yo, are they diamonds?” Nine Balls wondered

“Woah, wait you haven’t told Lou?” Constance wondered shocked

“I didn’t wanted her to try and back out if I told her.” Debbie informed them earning a snort from the blonde in question who shoved a piece of gum in her mouth

“Oh now we really wanna know, spill girl what is it?” Nine stated closing the lid of her laptop

Smiling satisfied that she got everyone's attention she turned on the screen projector stating, “Hear me out first.”

The screened turned on and an drawing of three jewels popped up and beside it another image of two crowns popped up. Lou studied the items quickly wondering what was so special about them besides the lack of photograph.

The necklace collar is large and is made out of pure gold hallmarked with roses and harps made out of diamonds put to gatherer alternately. They where tied together with knots made out of pure gold and topaz diamonds. The roses where made out of diamonds and rubies. In the center of the collar was an imperial Jeweled Crown crest surmounting a harp of gold and diamonds. There was a small writing that says they're suppose to be two of them one had the imperial badge crown and the other did not other than that both necklace collars where the exact same.

The second jewel was a Grand Master diamond badge. The badge looked like it was similar to the one hanging off one of the necklaces. the badge is made out of silver containing trefoil in emerald on a ruby cross surrounded by sky blue enamel with rose diamonds writing. The crowned harp was made out of Diamonds and Brazilian stones.

The third Jewel was a simple large star made of gold diamonds and brilliants. it consisting of eight points with four lesser issuing Centre enclosing a cross of ruby and a trefoil of emeralds surrounding a sky blue enamel circle with writing in rose diamonds. The crowns was made out of pure gold, diamonds among with other jewels spread out creating a rather elegant and luxurious pattern.

Lou looked at them than at Debbie and sighed shaking her head looking incredulous. The jewels in the first image where known as the crowned jewels and the crowns where royal crowns from who knows how long ago both of which were stolen at different times ages ago. Lou was very confused as to what Debbie was planning unless Debbie decided to change her profession to treasure hunter.

“Debbie what are those jewels?” Tammy wondered confused

“Yo, what’s with the lack of photo are we downgrading or something?” Nine pointed out

“No we are not downgrading these-,” Debbie began before she was interrupted by Lou

“Those are the Crown jewels that went missing in 1906. The crowns on he right where missing in 1799 both where never seen again.” Lou explained

Debbie nodded slightly surprised Lou knows about them, “Yes, you know what they are?”

“Duh! So Indiana Jones how the fuck are we looking for said jewels are we pulling a Lara Croft or something.” Lou stated sarcastically

“If you would have let me finish Lou instead of interrupting I would have said that there was rumors that the said jewels are no longer missing they supposedly are here in this city in their most popular museum. Unfortunately we need information in order to get it that one one has but probably one person without said information there’s no way we can find them.” Debbie explained

Rose became confused and spoke up shyly, “What are they worth, don’t we usually start off by saying how much the seven of us earn?”

Debbie grinned mischievously and looked at the group proudly, “Today, four-hundred million dollars in today’s money minimum we might easily be able to up the prices due to the simple fact that the they where all stolen long ago and thought to no longer exist.”

“You’re not telling us something.” Lou pointed out casually

Debbie pressed the button on the remote and three pictures popped up, two of them where of two men one older than the other and the third of a woman Lou had to admit was the most beautiful woman she had ever laid eye’s on. She honestly could care less about the pictures of the men she was focused on the woman. Lou noticed you smiled proudly, you eyes shinning with happiness. You where wearing an outfit that was business casual, your hair styled to suit your professional style you where going for. Lou’s eyes flickered to Debbie to find her staring at her smirking smug and Lou cursed softly at being caught she knew that look anywhere. Debbie smug looked at the group and stated casually.

“These three are the ones in charge the younger man is the owner and director his name is Richard Davis, the older man’s name is Liam Moore he is the Curator, and the woman’s name is Y/F/N Y/LN she is the registrar. One or two of them have all the information we need and we need to get it out of them to find it. It’ll be too risky getting it out of Richard Davis and even Liam Moore. Our biggest chances is Y/F/N, she is in charge of what goes in and out of that place. Her job is to literally keep track of all the object, records, authenticity and borrowings so if these jewels are heading to their museum they’ll be passing through her and it'll be her job along with Liam to put them away either on display and hide them.” Debbie explained

“Don’t forget that if she has good relation with the director he’ll be giving her special tasks involving Jewels.” Tammy added earning a nod from Debbie

“So, how do we get this information out of her?” Amita wondered

Debbie grinned eying Lou again earning a sharp glare from Lou which in turn caused Debbie to laugh and look at the confused group who was looking back and forth between them wondering what they missed.

“Well Lou will be getting close to the woman and try to get information out of her she has Lou’s type written all over.” Debbie told them smug

“Like she’ll tell me the information. ‘Hey Miss. Y/L/N where the fuck are you keeping the jewels my team wants to steal them’.” Lou hissed her tone dripping sarcasm

“Please, we need the information.” Constance pleaded pouting Lou narrowed her eyes only causing Constance to pout further finally earning a sigh in defeat from Lou who all but caved she can’t resist Constance pout and she knows it she has a soft spot for the girl.

“Alright, I’ll do it. That was a cheap shot kid,” Lou pointed out getting up earning a beaming smile in return. “How hard can getting information out of her be aren’t people working in museum are boring or uptight as fuck.”

Lou without a word left the building deciding to pay the place a visit she kind of hoped one of the other’s would go in and do that after all Lou’s job was to gather anyone working for them, stealing the objects, making sure everything is going according to plan and have backup plans in case something goes wrong among other things bribing information out of someone wasn’t one of them. Granted a very attractive someone but she wasn’t going to admit that to anyone. Lou sighed realizing is been too long since she’s gotten anyone in her bed and it was starting to show. Lou climbed on a car and drove off following the GPS directions.

~You~

You rushed into the building of your workplace cursing at yourself for forgetting to set up the alarm. You moved to France from your home after finally landing a job that you actually loved for a change. You’ve always been a fan art and Historical artifacts so you began working at a big historical museum in Paris.

You walked into the building passed security and across the huge building waving hi to the security guard. You walked straight to your office that's located towards the back of the building. You barely made it in when your boss who’s also the director and owner of the museum jogged up to you looking like a kid in Christmas and you know something must have happened to get him this excited. The two of you had been friends since you started working there, you where originally the tour guide to the place before he promoted you to the official Registrar of the museum.

"Y/N right on time, we need to talk about something important that just happened." He told you barely able to contain his excitement. You honestly wonder how this man is an adult and owns this place. He is like a child sometimes.

You quirked an eyebrow at him confused, "Sure, what is it?"

He pointed to your office door, "let's go to your office to talk privately. I don't want anyone to overhear.”

Nodding more confused, you opened the door and walked in with him behind you. He closes and locks the door, tugging you into the room making you more confused if possible. The both of you sat across from each other, you barely had the chance to ask again why he was so excited when he handed you two folded piece of paper. Looking confused you opened  the first one and stared at it to find an old drawing of a three jewels. You looked confused when you saw it since it looked like a drawing of the jewels rather than an actual photo.

You looked up at your boss after you studied the two pages and the descriptions of the jewels along with what was used to create them. You remember hearing about these things going missing during a conversation you had with your coworker who was a guide here in the museum. When discussing missing jewelry or historical artifacts he had mentioned several different ancient royal jewels that had gone missing and mentioned these but you weren’t sure what this had to do with anything.

“Richard, do I want to know why you’re showing me these? These aren’t even in our museum I would know is my job to memorize anything and anyone that goes in or out of this place.” You wondered confused

He grinned excitedly, “Yes, They went missing centuries ago and we recently found them again and just so happens that they are secretly on their way here we wont put them on display of course.” 

Your eyes widen in shock, “Really? How the hell did you find them?"

He shrugged grinning, "I honestly don't have a clue how they where found the important thing is I got my hands on them before anyone else did. The jewels where stolen and sold in the 1900s someone must have found them recently the crowns where destroyed but turns out they where stolen and hidden. That's as far as I know."

You nodded processing the information for a moment, "okay that makes sense sort of but wouldn’t they be prone to thieves though?”

He chuckled, “Yes, which is why I have a plan which is foul proof. I did not wanted us to suffer the same fate as the Toussaint so I’m going to change a few things here and there around this place but more importantly only you and I will have all the information and location.”

You shook your head at that. Being the only one with specific information only added more stress on you especially if you’re going to be put in charge of it which you knew you where based on the look you where given.

“I’m listening. What’s this infamous information.” you told him slightly sarcastic earning a chuckle

He looked satisfied with your reply and sat back explaining the importance of having the word not get out that those jewels where discovered. He went into greater details on how they where going to get them in the museum, how they where going to be hidden, secured and how they where going to up the security and his crazy idea of adding a few decoys in other locations when you asked why the decoy he looked at you sheepish and said he took the idea from the Met when it was discovered Klugger was wearing a fake so he was borrowing the idea just in case. After he was done explaining which took up an hour or so you looked baffled.

“This better not backfire on us.” you sighed and got up getting ready for work to distract yourself leaving a smug owner in your office.

************

Most of the morning was uneventful and slightly dreadful. There was a tour by a Primary school which was stressful given how some of the kids wanted to run off on their own when their teacher and tour guide was not looking. At one point one of them almost knocked something over since they went past the security point forcing you to run and steady the item and pointing out to the teacher to keep a better eye on her students. You where of curse polite and respectful about it despite your patience being tested.

It wasn’t until the afternoon where everything started to go south. It was a lot busier an old lady freaked out believing that one of the old priceless painting was hers and tried to steal it not to mention she had a cane and smacked you with it a few times until she was escorted away from the area. You where pretty sure you where going to bruise a little. You could not help but wonder how does an old lady able to swing the cane that forcefully. So is safe to say you where in a really bad mood. You walked past the Egyptian wing and paused when you heard a childlike giggle. You walked over just in time to see yet another child trying to get past the safety line and getting inside the security glass. You ran over and stopped him before something tragic happened and fixed the glass. You couldn’t help but glare at the kid. The kid backed up but you grabbed his arm.

“Where are your parents?” You asked in a serious tone he didn’t say anything only pointed to the other side of the Egyptian wing. You walked him over to them to find them both on their phone you tapped their shoulder interrupting the careless parents.

“Yes?” the arrogant mother asked

“Is this your kid?” You asked trying to not sound rude and snap after earning a nod from both you spoke up before they can say anything, “Please keep your kid close to you I just found him nearly knocking over an artifact.”

The father took the kid and narrowed his eyes scolding his son for walking out of their side and misbehaving deciding to punish the kid by taking him home earning a temper tantrum.

“Bill don’t be harsh he didn’t mean it I’m sure we could have paid for the damages.” The mother scolded her husband

You rolled your eyes at that and said, “Yeah, ma’am keep him close and for the record neither of us can afford that thing. Instead of being on your phone how about showing your kid a good time if you payed attention to him he wont have any need to destroy the place. This is the third time I had to stop him.” you turned around and walked off not even bother with civility anymore.

You turned around and stormed off to keep an eye on the rest of the of the museum hoping nothing more will happen. You where in a bad mood and ready to go home. You walked around the corner only to collide with someone causing you to tumble back at that same moment you felt something cold splash all over you. Looking down you realized it was just water.

“Fuck. Watch where you’re walking.” the woman snapped

You glared up at her to find a pair of light blue eyes glaring right back you belonging to a tall platinum blonde woman. You looked down to find her shirt was also wet and she was holding a half empty cup.

“First of all watch where YOU’RE walking, second of all no cellphones and third off I wasn’t the one walking with a cup filled with what ever that was you’re not allowed to have liquids in this section only the lobby’s lounge area blonde.” You snapped right back

“What the fuck I was walking here you’re the one who crashed into me and be glad it was water and I’m allowed to take pictures what kind of fucking museum is this.” the woman snapped

You rolled your eyes, “That’s what bottles of water are for genius.”

That only pissed off the blonde even more, “First of all this use to be soda before I finished it and emptied my water in here second of all fuck you, you’re rude as fuck.”

Both of you glared daggers at each other clearly pissed off. Any other circumstance you would have admired how attractive and how her closed hugged her body just right but not right now. Right now you where actively glaring daggers' at her for being a rude bitch. Why the hell are the hot ones always rude and obnoxious. You wondered

You saw her unlocked phone and narrowed your eyes pointing to a sign, “You can’t take pictures in this section new rule only certain areas are allowed to have pictures taken put that phone away”

“What the fuck. First of all none of the other staffs have said shit the only uptight complaining is you second of all I only took some pictures.” The woman snapped

“I need to check your phone.” You told her. it wasn’t that you where out to get her but it was a rule and this particular area no one was allowed to take pictures ever since last year most museums and locations holding expensive items became more strict

“NO.” The woman all but growled

 “I need to see it.” You said beginning to loose your patients you said hell with professionalism and snatched it looking through the pictures she took earning a protest trying to snatch it back and you stopped her with a sharp glare and grabbing her free hand. You found a few pictures of statues that are pretty heavy. You looked suspiciously at the glaring woman and handed her the phone back.

“We don’t allow phones anymore miss. Put that away.” you told her for the second time sharply

Lou glared at you not appreciating the bad treatment, “Why not the other museums allow it and I don’t appreciate having my phone snatched from me.”

“Not anymore. Blame the moron who decided team up with Klugger and steal that Toussaint necklace. Lucky them the insurance agent is dumb as fuck. No one allows phone anymore let along pictures being taken. Now either chug that drink or I’m snatching it with your phone and not returning them.” you warned and stormed off to try and clean up your top leaving a very pissed off blonde behind.

What the fuck is wrong with her? Fucking rude. You thought pissed off. You spoke sharply through your walky-talky’s earpiece to have someone clean up the spill and stormed off to your office deciding it was better do paperwork than to deal with guests.

~Lou~

It wasn’t until you stormed away when Lou realized you where the woman Debbie mentioned that had all the information and cursed at that.

Great, Getting information from someone like her will be nearly impossible. Lou thought glaring at the spot you where just in.

Lou stormed out of the building determined to get something out of you but knew it will be impossible since she knew you will probably keeping a close eye on her after that horrible interaction. Lou got even more angry when she remembered you boldly snatching her phone and probably erasing some of the pictures she had taken from the interesting objects there.

“Fucking rude uptight b.” Lou complained angrily while driving only to be interrupted by her phone. Lou drove towards the warehouse clearly pissed off evident in her feature, her posture was tense, her jawline clenched and she was gripping her steering wheel tightly. She chose to ignore the phone to annoyed to bother with answering.

[kali-fullofwordsnthoughts]

The Gallaghers and their lack of familial compassion.

Tl;dr : Fiona never stops caring about her siblings and they, in turn, consistently reject and dismiss her. 

So, to put it mildly, I'm not enjoying this season of Shameless. Plot holes and such aside, it supremely sucks to see the first endeavor Fiona embarks on to better herself end in such smoke and ashes. But the others' treatment of her while she spirals out of control has been a bloody cherry on the whole shit sundae.  I'm not going to go heavy on how Fiona deserves better - because she seriously, seriously does - rather this is an observation of the younger Gallaghers and how they show empathy easily to people outside their family. 

To me, Fiona is heart of the show and each of the siblings a different part of the body. Together, they make a functioning person. But as the seasons progress and the siblings age, their independence and autonomy grows. This, in of itself, is not a bad thing. But their independence comes at the expense of Fiona's feelings. She spent so much of her life caring for them that their rejection of her is such a slap in the face. To me, the memorable moments of the show are always the ones where one or more Gallaghers rise up in defense of another. (Ex: Lip taking a beating from Mickey and his boys in place of Ian when Mandy lied about him harassing her, Carl breaking the leg of that kid hanging Lip out a window with a bat, Debbie lying about her uncle so they could keep their house, etc.) But as the seasons progress, the Gallaghers find interests/hobbies/friends/lovers outside of their family and start to drift away from their clan. 

Lip starts to deeply care for the members of his AA group, especially his sponsee, Jason. His blow up at Fiona is not without warrant. Even though she wasn't aware of Jason's problems, she still royally fucked up. But if Lip had shown any of the concern for her that he shows to other AA members, it's possibly the whole incident might never have happened. And now, he's understandably angry but still, instead of offering help and compassion, he's going to try and eject her from the house completely and keep Xan there - a child who he has no connection to but is willing to go to EXTREME lengths to help and protect. That 10K he gave Xan's mom was most definitely squandered for drugs and booze. If he had given it to Fiona instead, maybe she would had a shot at keeping her building. 

Ian and Fiona's battle for the church is well remembered. He cared more about the kids at the shelter than his sister's plans for economic mobility. Obviously, ethically speaking, a bunch of homeless at-risk teens were more deserving of the church than one woman just trying to make money. But even when Fi managed to find another property for them, Ian still disregarded and turned his back on her.

Carl hasn't outright rejected Fiona but he also doesn't show much concern for her. When he gets out of juvvie, he opens his home to Nick, ignoring Fiona's discomfort of the situation, only for the whole thing to end in a tragic disaster. And now he's too busy with Kelly and trying to get into West Point, to show any concern for Fiona's wellbeing.

I can't think of any instance in which Debbie put someone else before her family but that's just because she's become so self centered and selfish. She only cares about herself and Franny, by extension. Fiona threatened to throw her out if she continued her pregnancy and introduced another mouth to feed in the house. She doesn't follow through with her threat and keeps her sister and niece from homelessness/house-hopping. But when it comes to Debbie showing the same leniency, it's nowhere to be found. Fiona gets kicked out, mid-shower, naked, and later gets the locks changed on her, shown absolutely no sympathy from her younger sister who she's consistently looked out for. 

(No bad words against Liam, he's a sweetie.)

Aside from their treatment of Fiona, it seems the younger Gallaghers simply don't care about each other's issues. Ian skips town to avoid the military and everyone's just like, "he'll come home when he's ready." Debbie becomes a pregnant high schooler and everyone's just like, "her body, her choice." Lip struggles with alcoholism, goes to rehab and no one ever asks how he's doing on his journey or how he's coping with his struggle. Liam is expected to pay his way and when he professes cluelessness, he's dismissively told to "figure it out." While Fiona worries and frets constantly over her siblings, they just don't share the same level of concern. 

It feels like they all just expect the members of their family to tap into some innate Gallagher 'resourcefulness' to deal with their own issues and don't even consider lending their own aid as an option. It's a sad state for a show whose major theme is the closeness/resilience of family. And with the season ending in 3 more episodes, I don't see any way to wrap up Emmy/Fiona's storyline in a clean, logical, and satisfying ending. 

[ladylynse]

More Randy Cunningham:9th Grade Ninja, specifically Part II of this (Debbie’s Pronouncement) where Debbie gets too close to the truth for Randy’s comfort.

Summary: When Debbie drags Randy into her newspaper office for questioning, things go about as well as can be expected.

Also on FF and the AO3

Oh, she was going to strangle Randy when she got her hands on him again. Debbie stomped back to her office. The Ninja had turned up to fight the robot, but she’d left her camera, binoculars, recorder, and notebook in the office, all of which she needed if she was going to question the Ninja after this fight. Which would be helpful, if he would stick around for long enough. She still couldn’t see any consistent pattern between attack by robot or attack by student-turned-monster, though it seemed this attack had brought both and he’d already defeated the monster. While waiting around for Randy to slink back out of the washroom, something the coward refused to do, she’d apparently missed the entire thing.

Debbie slammed the office door behind her and then spun on her heel and locked it for good measure. She wouldn’t make it in time now anyway. If Randy hadn’t tricked her, she wouldn’t have rushed out without everything she usually tried to carry with her, and she wouldn’t have missed any of the action. It was his fault.

She kicked at a few of the papers that had scattered earlier and then sighed and sat down on her desk instead. She was being silly. She thought she’d been onto something. If Howard knew who the Ninja was, surely Randy did, too. But if Howard had been lying all that time? There wasn’t a chance Randy had a clue, either. Ninja’s biggest fans or not, they were useless to her if they were as clueless as everyone else.

Honestly, though, she hadn’t thought Randy could move that fast. He’d been out of the room like a shot; having to unlock the door hadn’t slowed him down at all. Of course, he’d obviously anticipated her reaction. She’d played right into his hands, giving him the display he’d wanted. She hadn’t realized she was quite that predictable. Maybe that was why she couldn’t get ahead of the Ninja.

Or maybe she had been right and Randy and Howard knew who the Ninja was and were just working with him to throw her off the trail.

Yeah, right.

Randy might as well be the Ninja if that were the case.

He was obviously agile enough for it, springing from a sitting position to a full out sprint in a split second.

What if…what if he really was the Ninja and just didn’t realize that he was the Ninja? Was that even possible? What if he had truly thought he was teasing her, only for this attack to happen and for him to suddenly become possessed by the spirit of the Norrisville Ninja?

Not that she had any idea if that was really how it worked. There was absolutely nothing to be found in the literature, even sketchier tales that were beyond unreliable. Still, she was confident that the Ninja was a student at the high school; she’d seen all the teachers at one point or another during an attack, and she couldn’t imagine how the Ninja could always get to the scene so quickly if he weren’t someone who was already here. But she also knew that while the Ninja was a constant presence in Norrisville, he changed as the years passed.

She wasn’t sure how that part was possible. How could different students take the same role, all without anyone ever knowing the truth? Wouldn’t a former Norrisville Ninja tell someone at some point, even by mistake? Gossip columns should be full of that sort of thing, but there was nothing. There was only the Ninja, with his familiar range of attacks, fighting monsters and now robots on what was practically an age-old battleground by this point.

But even if there was always one Ninja, the same old attacks didn’t mean the same old Ninja, did they? But how else would different students have that knowledge, be able to step up and become the Ninja? How was that even possible? Really, her fleeting thought of possession might not be too far off. If her fellow students could turn into monsters and not really remember it, why not one of them turn into the Ninja to fight—and fight for—the rest? Without ever knowing the truth? That would explain why no former Ninjas had come forward.

Unless she was wrong and the Ninja wasn’t a student after all. Unless it always was the same person beneath the mask, regardless of what he looked like. But she’d never dug up any concrete evidence that the Ninja was a shapeshifter, and didn’t Ockham’s razor mean she should be looking for the simplest explanation?

Then again, this was Norrisville.

Debbie looked out the window, just in time to see the Ninja—current Ninja?—bring his sword down on the left pinchers of a giant, robotic crab. Even as she watched, he made short work of the rest of the robot, and then he disappeared in a burst of red smoke. The pile of spare parts he’d left behind wouldn’t give her answers.

Well.

Not the answers she wanted, anyway.

She’d taken a look at one of the robots once and been careful not to get too close since, just in case. But someone in McFist Industries knew something. Maybe not McFist himself, maybe not even Viceroy, but if no one in that building was drafting the plans or making the robots, someone was selling the necessary parts to do so. Their cleanup service wasn’t just a necessity or a PR stunt; it was to collect everything useful so that the parts could be reused.

It was a big story.

It was a dangerous story.

The soupsicle incident had rather driven that point home.

She wasn’t sure she dared investigate it—or anything related to McFist Industries—too much until she’d figured out the secret of the Ninja. She might need him as an ally. Sure, exposing him wasn’t necessarily the best way to get his help, but it was probably the only way she’d find out the truth—even if she ended up being the only kid in school who knew his secret.

But then, whenever she thought she was getting close, she had to deal with someone like Randy. What Theresa saw in him, Debbie would never know. But because Randy was just an idiot, as opposed to someone who gave her bad vibes, Debbie didn’t discourage Theresa’s crush. Sometimes, she even helped out.

Like now, since another glance at the room had revealed that Randy had left behind his bag.

Debbie hauled it onto her desk with a grunt. “What does he keep in this thing?” It was heavy. She’d always assumed he left most of his books in his locker, but— “Wait, why does he have two math textbooks?”

She hadn’t meant to look. Not really. She wasn’t above snooping, but she usually had more discretion. But she’d looked down, and the bright cover of their math book was hard to miss. Especially when there were two of them.

No, not two.

“He took off the dust jacket?” She could see it now, the glossier shine on the real math textbook tucked next to the duller jacket. She picked up the book with the latter. “So what are you actually hiding?”

Okay, looking was snooping. She couldn’t pretend it wasn’t. But looking could also help Theresa, since this might mean Debbie could tell her more about Randy’s interests, beyond the obvious.

Debbie slipped the dust jacket off the book without any trouble. It was a hardcover, but not one she recognized, and Randy must have taken off the real dust jacket at some point because the cover didn’t even have a title.

Except…except this cover wasn’t the sort that usually had a dust jacket.

And she hadn’t ever pegged Randy as someone who did a lot of reading, and this was definitely not a school textbook. It was heavier than it looked, for one, and the cover felt like leather—but the hard sort, with ridges and grooves, the sort of thing she’d expect to find on some old bible that was six inches thick. The cover of this book alone was nearly half an inch thick.

“Weird,” Debbie muttered, and then she opened the book.

Or rather, she tried.

It wouldn’t budge.

“Okay, really weird.” It looked too elaborate to be some sort of joke book. While she wouldn’t put it past Randy, he couldn’t have known she’d corner him today, and between him and Howard, Randy seemed the least likely to be able to pull something off successfully without warning.

Granted, he’d gotten her good regardless. She’d actually believed she’d been getting somewhere. Maybe she didn’t give him enough credit after all.

But that still wouldn’t explain why the book refused to open.

It wasn’t locked, as far as she could tell. Nothing obvious held it in place and kept it closed. No one would destroy a book this old—this expensive, no doubt—by dumping a pile of glue on it, not even Randy. (Hopefully.) So why—?

There was a knock at the door. “Hey, uh, Debbie?”

Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

“You’re in there, right?”

Let him think she wasn’t.

“I think I forgot my bag. Can I, um, come in and grab it?”

She didn’t move, let alone answer him, and she heard him rattle the doorknob. Let him think she’d gone out to try to find the Ninja. Let him have to wait a little longer for something he didn’t need; he could share a textbook with Howard if it came to that, but classes were always so disorganized after an attack that it would be at least ten minutes before classes would officially resume anyway. He wouldn’t even be missed right now. For that matter, neither would she.

Neither would the real Ninja, which had to be the only way he got away with this if she was right and he was a student.

“Debbie?” One last, desperate plea, and one more vigorous shake of the door handle, but no footsteps leading away. He was listening.

Maybe he wasn’t quite the amateur she’d always suspected.

But he gave up much too quickly for anyone doing serious sleuthing, and she heard his footsteps fade away as he headed back down the hallway. Class still hadn’t resumed—she could see kids on the front lawn through the window and pick out the occasional yell above the chatter—and even with Randy on the lookout for her, she should be able to pass his bag off to Theresa to return to him.

Debbie sighed and put the book down on her desk. Maybe she could hang onto it for a little while, pretend it had fallen out and gotten mixed in with her things?

No, even Randy wouldn’t buy that, and she had no guarantee she’d be able to get the book open in ten minutes, let alone ten hours, if she hadn’t managed it in ten seconds.

Debbie dropped to the floor and started to pick up the papers that she’d scattered earlier. She’d just ask Randy about it later. She didn’t expect to get any answers out of him, but she did think his facial expression would point her in the right direction. Howard could say anything with a straight face. Randy? Part of the reason she’d believed him was that he hadn’t shown any of his usual tells.

Either he’d gotten a lot better at lying since she’d last talked to him or—

The window exploded, and Debbie shrieked. She was on her feet in a flash, adrenalin coursing through her body and her heart pounding in her ears, but the sight of a familiar masked figure froze her in place. “Ninja?”

The Ninja had broken through her office window, and not entirely by mistake judging by the fact that she’d caught him reaching over her desk. He jerked his hands back. “Uh….”

“What are you doing here?”

“Um….”

No. She had a million questions for the Ninja. Why he was here right now didn’t even make the top ten. “Look, forget that. You’re a student here, aren’t you?”

“Ah….”

“Don’t try to deny it. You know our vernacular, and no one else seems to understand it.”

“I know your what now?”

Debbie rolled her eyes. “Shoob.”

“For the last time, I am not—”

“A ShoobTube special?”

“No honkin’ way am I ever living that down,” muttered the Ninja, further proving her point even if he didn’t realize it.

Debbie smiled, finally feeling like she had the upper hand in a conversation again. “Because you’re just a student, you’re not the same Ninja who was here ten years ago, are you?”

She didn’t mean it as a question, not really, and the Ninja shuffled his feet and avoided her gaze, which was about as much answer as she’d expected. What was interesting was the fact that he’d looked down at Randy’s mysterious book before hurriedly looking away.

The Nomicon just talks like First Ninja. Nonsense, she’d figured, but maybe not. The idea of there being a First Ninja fit with her current theory, and if the Nomicon was supposed to help the Ninja? Even if she ignored the whole idea of the Nomicon talking, it probably wasn’t just a fancy name for his sword. It would make more sense if— “You came for the book, didn’t you?”

The Ninja’s eyes widened as he stared at her, and she’d bet his mouth was hanging open beneath his mask.

Maybe the reason she hadn’t realized that Randy was lying was because he’d mixed in so much truth, possibly without realizing it.

“The Nomicon,” she clarified. It wasn’t necessary, but it was a nice touch.

The Ninja blinked.

“Care to tell me why Randy had it?”

“He was just holding onto it for me!” the Ninja squeaked. She’d seen him less unnerved fighting off monsters ten times his size.

“So that is the Nomicon, then. It exists, and it’s yours.” The Ninja muttered something under his breath, but Debbie chose to ignore it. “Why not tell everyone who you are?” She hoped, if she kept switching tacks, it might throw him off.

“I’m not—” The Ninja broke off, sighed, and reached into his pocket. “Forget this. I’m outta here.” He raised his arm, and she saw a familiar flash of red. “Smoke—”

Debbie caught his arm before he could bring it down and escape. “No, wait. Please. I’m serious. Everyone loves you. Why the secrecy? Is it because of some unwritten Ninja Rules? Or McFist Industries?”

The Ninja started, but he was quick to recover and made a deliberate twist of his arm to dislodge her grip. “Just because you ask, doesn’t mean I gotta tell.”

Which was answer enough in her book. Rules or not, he would’ve denied McFist Industries being involved if it were just another company.

“So what—?”

But it was already too late.

He’d already thrown the smoke bomb.

Debbie tried to keep her eyes open, she really did, but the smoke bombs were powerful. She staggered toward the broken window in spite of the glass crunching underfoot, trying to get some air and hoping for another glimpse of the elusive Ninja, but she was too late. He was gone.

She turned back to her desk as the smoke thinned and realized that, somehow, he’d managed to make a grab for the book, too.

Which meant she was back to square one.

Well, maybe not quite.

The Ninja had confirmed a few things for her.

And Randy definitely knew more than he was telling.

She might not know who the Ninja was, not really, but she was more convinced than ever that Randy did, and she planned to use that to her advantage.

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[japanjazz-blog]

It all started when...

“Have you ever heard of InuYasha?” my new friend asked me in 7th grade while we warmed up our clarinets in band class.

Ah yes, InuYasha. How so many anime interests begin. I had no idea what I was getting myself into. I could not comprehend the hours that I would spend binge-watching Evangelion, or how many times I would sneak downstairs to watch the newest episode of Trigun. I remember being upset that Princess Mononoke didn’t record, and my father standing in front of the television with his hands on his hips, a concerned look on his face.

“Enough is enough, Maria. You’re obsessed with this shit. It’s a damn cartoon. You’re getting too old for this.”

Little did my dad know, that was only the beginning.  

I could not get enough of this weird thing called “anime”. Why are there eyes so big? Why do all of the girls talk like mice? Why is everything so shiny and overly cute? And why am I crushing on animated men with impossibly good hair?

(Actually, now that I’m here in real life Tokyo, I will say that many Japanese men do have amazing hair. But I digress.)

The worst part was when the friend who got me into it was not into it anymore. Thankfully I had many nerd friends who got the references and would watch whole series with me. But to be honest, it alienated some of my very close friends. Talking about it now, we laugh, but back then it actually drove a big wedge between us that I was unaware of.

“You were obsessed,” one of my good friends would say with a nostalgic chuckle. “All you ever fucking talked about was new episodes, or bishounen. Remember you would all fight over who owned which guy?”

“Thank god you got over that,” my other friend agreed. “It was hard to talk to you sometimes because that was all you were interested in.”

This is surreal for me to hear. I don’t remember being solely focused on anime: I loved classic rock, I was in the marching band, I loved reading, I liked geeky movies. I was that weird Hot Topic nerd in high school, for sure (or I wanted to be, at least) but...was anime really all I talked about?

“YES,” everyone would confirm emphatically.

 It’s a surreal experience to finally be in Tokyo after this anime phase has passed. However, it’s not exactly a phase - I watched a series once I came here because I felt compelled to do so. I mean, here I am in Japan, am I really not going to watch what interested me in the culture in the first place? However, watching it as a 27 year old woman, compared to watching it as my 13 year- old self, was a strange experience I was not expecting.

….how did I never notice the blatant sexism?

I’m planning a future post about the series that I watched, but let’s talk about anime in general. I can think of some strong female characters, for sure, but to be honest, in most animes, the female characters are there to look cute, wear tiny outfits that show off their prepubescent bodies, or to offer panty shots or nosebleeds for the male characters (side note: apparently the nose bleed symbolizes a rush of blood to the penis, but animes are not allowed to show erections or else they are considered hentai, or porn. So instead, when a guy is turned on, blood shoots out his nose in a ridiculously dramatic way). Often they’re seen fretting over the food they prepare for their friends, something that is very real in Japanese culture: women are praised when they are able to assemble the perfect bento box. Their strong characteristics are always love and devotion to their friends or a significant other. But can’t a woman be a strong character in ways that do not involve feelings towards others? Why can’t a female character have admirable qualities that are not related to their relationship to other people? We often see the loner type expressed in cold men, wayward samurai who don’t know how to love or who are jaded by war...but rarely do we see women portrayed this way. They are often the loving characters, the characters who are always sorry, gomen nasai, blushing while they spill drops of tea on the table, as though this is the worst thing in the world.

However, there are also many strong female characters in anime, and their strengths are independent of their relationships with others. Some that come to mind are Princess Mononoke, Rei from Evangelion, Winry from FullMetal Alchemist, and Tsunade from Naruto, the first female leader of the ninja village. If you’ve got some other great suggestions, because I know these women exist in anime, then please comment!

But flat female characters aside, let’s talk about the real focus of all of these women: of course, their bodies. The girls who are being sexed up are children, fourteen or fifteen years old. However, their bodies are often drawn much more maturely, with large jiggling breasts and ample asses that are disproportionate to the rest of their bodies.

Listen internet: I walk through Shinjuku and Ikebukuro weekly, and Japanese women do not look like that. The women’s bras here are most often the size of training bras in America. The average body time is very slim with little to no curves, and practically no body fat. As a result: no jiggling ass, no jiggling breasts. (Although I will admit, the random Tokyo breezes that lift girls’ skirts are real - I’ve gotten hit with sudden gusts and flashed the whole sidewalk unintentionally many times…)

And yet, these portrayals of Japanese women are the most popular references in America. I imagine that many tourists would be shocked to see that average Japanese women rarely wear skirts at thigh length, hardly ever show their shoulders even in the summertime, and especially do not show cleavage. Many women wear turtlenecks or long sleeve shirts under their spaghetti string dresses, because the dress alone is considered inappropriate unless you are going to the club. Of course I see young people dressed sexy, in stiletto shoes with thigh tight dresses, their hair dyed a bright strawberry blond; or girls rocking crop tops and baggy pants (currently a popular fashion trend in Japan). In America, the common sex symbol is cleavage; in Japan, it’s legs. I always wondered why the Sailor Scout’s legs were so long and slim, but it makes sense now - the sex appeal. Considering that women often wear baggy pants, it makes sense that showing a lot of leg is considered sexual.

But the most infuriating, most uncomfortable part of this realization thus far, for me, has been maid cafes.

My inner teenager was so excited to go to Akihabara, to see the anime mecca of the world. I felt like I had been waiting to see a place like this since the 8th grade. And that’s just it - in the 8th grade I would have died a thousand deaths to walk through the stories of anime stores, to look at all of the ￥10,000 figurines, to try and collect a new series. But as an old fart….oh sweet Jesus. 

The lights. The sounds. The constant assault of everything...oh my god, I wanted to leave as soon as I got out of the subway. In every inch of Akihabara, there is something happening, and it’s flashy, high-pitched, and often wearing an impossibly short skirt. There were some areas where two pop songs were on full blast at the same time, and my brain started to cry. Someone is always shouting Japanese from a loudspeaker, advertising a new band; anime characters are clashing swords together in an over dramatic final duel on a giant gumbo screen; and along the sidewalks, women in their 20’s are dressed as though they are 15, handing out flyers to the maid cafe.

Maid cafes are a well known part of Japanese pop culture. Basically, you pay hourly to sit in a cafe and order adorable food shaped like cute animals that is served to you by girls in adorable outfits. The amount of frill that laces these dresses is no joke:

  Admittedly, I totally want an ice cream shaped like a lion. I mean come on, that shit’s adorable. But what’s not adorable is the whole maid culture: these women are not 15, they’re nearly my age, but because of their slim bodies, they are able to pass off as teenagers. And the voices...dear lord. There is no way that someone naturally speaks in such a high-pitched tone. Although women speaking in a high-pitch is considered part of an overall business tone (American women do it too, I’ve noticed, just not as high), the pitch of this speech is...unnatural. As though each were a doll that are speaking because you squeezed their hand or pressed the sticker on their chest.  

Standing outside, watching these women advertise with plastic painful smiles on their faces, I realized something I never considered before: all of these women are being forced to act like they are 15 years old because it’s what male customers want. They don’t want to order a call girl, a fully grown woman - they want a girl who is pure, who acts innocent and uncertain, and chances are this kind of girl would be an inexperienced teenager.

It gets better: you can get trading cards.

Now as far as I know, some maid cafes have cartoon trading cards, and others promote certain maid cafe animes. However, you can also get trading cards of the women that work there - with fake names, fake interests that are often devoid of any intelligence or personality, and of course, a fake teen age. There are men who keep these in binders like Pokemon cards, and who wait hours at a cafe to be served by their favorite girl - a very expensive pass time, as customers pay by the hour and, during a rush,  have their stay limited by the cafe. These cards can also be signed and autographed photos of the customer with their favorite maid, who will sign it with a practiced autograph of a fake name usually surrounded by cute little hearts, or an animal face.

Maybe I’m being a Debbie Downer, or I have irrational expectations for something that is supposed to be sweet and innocent. But to me, there is something very disturbing about a woman applying for a job where she must act ten years younger, speak in a consistent, unrealistically cheerful tone, and autograph photos of herself with a fake name. Why don’t these men go out and meet real women, with real names and interests? Why do they only feel safe through a simulation of leaching on teenage girls? And why are they allowed to wait hours until their favorite maid comes to work? Stalking is a huge problem in Japan, and I feel this kind of situation is a golden opportunity for a predator to find it’s prey. However, I haven’t been able to find any evidence or proof that the popularity of maid cafes has led to an increase in stalking in Japan. 

Has anyone had a positive experience at a maid cafe? Has anyone ever felt uncomfortable going to one? Please share your experiences below - this is only what I’ve seen and how I’ve felt, so I’m curious about other people’s opinions. 

Thanks for reading! This whole blog will not be posts like this, I just wanted to get this off my chest (no pun intended). 

Articles you may find interesting on this topic:

https://japantoday.com/category/features/lifestyle/the-past-present-and-future-of-maid-cafes

https://uncorneredmarket.com/japan-maid-cafe/ 

Trigger warning for this article about stalking and domestic abuse:

http://www.japantimes.co.jp/news/2016/09/10/national/social-issues/japan-waking-menace-stalking/#.WTZ46VV97rc

Disclaimer:  I don’t think you’re a pervert/creep if you’ve gone to a maid cafe! I feel like I should go at least once before leaving Tokyo, because it’s such a well known staple of attraction. But...I can’t shake the feeling that I’m contributing to something that is really detrimental to young Japanese girls.

(Pictures are not mine, but I plan on using my own in the future.)

[a-friendinthedark]

and three, two, one, go!!1!

 as asked by my bff, fellow God of our oc world, @sakamotorei

5. On an average day, what can be found in your character’s pockets? 

Emily –

Cash/change/cards/keys

Compact mirror/lipstick/lip-gloss/misc makeup stuff (she checks and redoes her makeup frequently)

Breath mints (in case she needs to kiss anyone lol)

Phone/portable phone charger (never leaves the house without them)

Sunglasses (there’s always a pair of sunglasses somewhere in her bag)

Pepper spray

Pads

Sometimes, jewelry she took off when she’s out 

Occasionally, bubblegum (she likes to chew them and blow bubbles, also this is a way to make her look mysterious in insta pics lol) 

6. Does your character have recurring themes in their dreams? 

Jacob –

Can’t think of any for this

7. Does your character have recurring themes in their nightmares? 

Jacob –

When he was around 7 all the way till maybe 12 he used to have dreams where he went to school, but he wet his pants, and everyone laughed at him. He would be hugging his soft toy and feeling horrible

Another dream he had all the way till he was a preteen/around 12 was a dream where he would be out with Yvonne in a foreign country but then they got separated and he couldn’t find her. He would spend the whole dream looking for her in grimy, threatening places where people leered at him

I feel like being lost in a crowd is a genuinely terrifying fear he had when he was younger. He would clutch Yvonne’s hand very tightly when they were in crowded places and press quite closely to her.

4. Has your character ever witnessed something that fundamentally changed them? If so, does anyone else know?

Jacob –

So, as a follow-up from the previous question, he probably did get lost once. It was probably when he was a kid. He was with Yvonne in a crowded place. They got separated by accident, and he couldn’t find her. He was very, very scared, and I don’t think he remembers how it ended. He only remembers that it felt like a nightmare.

Yvonne was honestly horrified/horror-struck when she realized that she lost him. She would have fiercely/frantically went to retrace their steps, but quickly decided that a faster and more efficient way was to just to go to the information counter to ask them to announce it.

It scared him badly enough that he has nightmares about it.

Nova –

If you’re looking for some deep, dark secrets……the answer’s gonna be no

I can’t think of any life-changing moments. I can see smaller moments; she was an avid reader when she was a teen. She read classics, history books, critical thinking books, all kinds of books. It started because she read a novel for school that made her think, and opened up her world-view. She was fascinated by all this information.

The other incident that affected her was when her family moved to the US in her midteens.

11. In what situation was your character the most afraid they’ve ever been? 

Jacob –

That time when he got separated from Yvonne.

Emily –

She has had one or two experiences walking home at night when she almost got mugged. She was both furious and also terrified. It’s why she carries pepper spray everywhere.

Also, it’s likely one of the many guys who liked her tried to harass her. Though I don’t think she was scared. Maybe a little. But mostly mad.

Nova –

If someone she loves was in danger. She would be terrified but furious.

12. In what situation was your character the most calm/comfortable they’ve ever been?

Jacob –

At night when he is at home, and Yvonne is also at home. It’s his safe place. Maybe he reads a book or watches TV with Yvonne. He’s peaceful and content.

Nova –

She is calm nearly 80% of the time (the other 20%, she is angry).

She is most calm and comfortable when she is spending time with people she loves (her family, Emily).

Emily –

When she’s doing something engrossing and no one is interrupting. E.g. when she does her makeup, she hums cheerfully/energetically to herself.

She is most comfortable when she’s 

13. Is your character bothered by the sight of blood? If so, in what way?

Jacob & Nova & Emily –

Around the same tolerance for all of them tbh, in other words, it depends on how much blood. 

None of them are bothered by a bit of blood. E.g. if you get a papercut or a scratch.

If they see test-tubes of blood or blood in packets, they are also not very bothered by it. Jacob will be uneasy and grossed out if he can taste or smell blood.

If there’s a lot of blood, then naturally they are all anxious/concerned/worried. Nova keeps her cool best, and starts giving orders. Emily might start panicking. Older!Jacob can keep a cool head, and will quietly/urgently try to staunch the blood.

19. What is your character’s biggest relationship flaw? Has this flaw destroyed relationships for them before? 

Emily –

Depends on which age the question refers to.

When Emily was younger, one relationship that was ruined was teen!Wemily. Because of her fun family and siblings, she had a pretty good time at home, so she was very cheerful in a way that’s breezy. Think kid!Judy Hopps. She was happy about everything, and she liked everything. She didn’t really stop to appreciate or think of the meaning something might have had to her. That kind of ruined her relationship with Wendie.

When she’s 20+, she appreciates people more and spontaneously shows affection. She’s quite easy-going about most things…maybe her temper? When she lets her temper get the better of her and she says blunt things? E.g. Ana calling Elsa out: “There it is, the door you love to slam in my face.” (Sagittarius lol) She doesn’t mean it maliciously, she just calls it as she sees it. Her temper blows over quickly, so after she vents it, she’s fine.

Nova –

When she was younger, she kept to herself a lot, and showed outsiders a cool, composed, and controlled front. That guarded facade stopped others from getting close to her/her from getting close to others. Also, she was more rigid and controlling.

Now that she’s 20+… It depends. She doesn’t proactively share about herself/she’s quite taciturn, so that could be a problem…but she voluntarily shares information about herself if the conversation is on that topic. She just doesn’t volunteer information out of the blue. So, I’d probably pick her detachment/indifference. When she is closer to a person, she does show more warmth. Hasn’t ruined any relationships yet.

20. In what ways does your character compare themselves to others? Do they do this for the sake of self-validation, or self-criticism? 

Emily –

In the timeline without her siblings, she used to compare to validate herself when she was a teenager. She would frequently compare herself with others who were ‘uglier’ than her, or of lower social status, and she would dismiss/reduce them, so it affirms how she’s the queen bee.

With her siblings around, she tends to look down on people less. She tends to find people cool more often, and look up to these people. So…encouraging/positive self-criticism?

Nova –

During her teenage years: in school, she tended to compare to others who were not as successful as she is, and feel validated. She would also compare to other students more successful than her and feel begrudging/resentful/jealous/insecure. It was because she felt that she was superior, so she should be the most successful/superior.

But she also aspired to be like her father, or to live up to him. 

When she grew a little older, she also started to aspire to be like certain public figures who caught her attention.

Jacob –

He doesn’t compare to validate himself, but he doesn’t really compare for self-criticism either. Because he doesn’t really….he doesn’t really take other people’s achievements personally? I guess? Even if he saw people successful, he thinks “That’s nice", but he never thinks of it in relation to himself. He rarely wants to be like other people. 

Even if he met someone who was good at something he likes, he asks the person for help, but doesn’t feel insecure about it. I can see him starting to compare in a self-criticizing way when people around him start to deride him while praising the other person. He starts to feel bad about himself, and he wants to be like that other person. But he doesn’t really want to be that person, he just wants the acceptance that the other person is accorded.

22. What does your character like in other people? 

Nova –

She tends to like people who know what they want. She also likes people with opinions, especially if they are unconventional. She might not agree, but she is interested in hearing their reasons and she thinks it shows that the person has depth, coz it means they think about things. (Unless it’s someone like Theo who is deliberately provocative and has no real reason for things except just coz he can). She also appreciates expressive and social/friendly people coz she is not good at small talk.

A dealbreaker for her is sloppiness. She is very irked by disorganization and bad habits, like leaving things on the floor, not tidying up after yourself, dumping everything everywhere…

Emily –

She likes people who know how to have fun. She also likes people who can match her pace and introduce her to new things; and she likes people who are unique and bold.

A dealbreaker for her is someone who is a wet blanket. Debbie Downers, and people who are pessimistic and bleak. It makes her feel really constricted/restricted, and she really hates that.

(I’m seeing even more why Nemily works out).

Jacob –

He likes people who don’t make him feel threatened and unsafe, e.g. loud, obnoxious, invasive, rude (think Theo). He doesn’t like things to be sprung on him, and he likes people who are reliable, trustworthy, and consistent.

23. What does your character dislike in other people? 

Emily –

When it seems (to her) like you’re purposely being an ass. E.g. Theo. Someone who is very antagonistic and hostile to anything she says, tries to turn every friendly overture she makes into something to attack her with. She starts frowning a lot, and after a while, she sharply calls you out and then goes off in a huff to talk to someone else

When you talk shit about people in a way that uses personal attacks and makes it very ugly, especially if it’s someone she likes. She bitches about people too, but it’s more of a vent/expression of her frustration and irritation, and less of a personal attack. So, if you do this around her, she starts to frown. She finds it unreasonable and she doesn’t like it. She will try to redirect the conversation, but if she can’t, she will just leave lol

When you try to tell her what to do. When you condescend to her, tell her what choices/decisions she should make, how she should feel, tell her what to do, judge her, control her… She’s pretty fine with it if you don’t like things she does. She’s not okay with it when you try to change her

37. Is your character more concerned with defending their honor, or protecting their status? 

Nova – 

Dignity and honor are most important to her. But how she chooses to act depends on what’s at stake in each situation. In some cases, she would swallow her dignity and pride and protect her status instead, because she thinks it’s more important to the long run. In others, she chooses to defend her honor.

Emily –

I feel like honor = status to her? So defending one is defending the other?

41. Does your character feel that they deserve to have what they want, whether it be material or abstract, or do they feel they must earn it first? 

Jacob –

He doesn’t have inferiority issues, so, not really.

But I think he feels better working/earning for what he gets/wants. Coz if he got everything he wanted without any kind of effort, I feel like he feels uneasy about how lucky he is.

44. How easy or difficult is it for your character to say “I love you?” Can they say it without meaning it? 

Nova –

Doesn’t say it unless she means it. She always says what she means and means what she says. 

It is a little difficult for her to say it. She expresses her love in other ways, and tends not to say it (forgets to, if that’s possible) except when she’s feeling really affectionate.

Emily –

Says it quite easily and casually. Someone does a favor for her, she’s like, “Thank you so much!! I love you!!”

I don’t think she can say it without meaning it coz she doesn’t lie, she’s very guileless to the point of bluntness on occasion. But she’s already very casual about saying ILYs, so it’s really people she doesn’t like that she can’t say this to.

Jacob –

He is self-conscious, because Yvonne brings him up and she doesn’t express her love for him in this way. It’s probably coz of Day that he is comfortable with it at all. When he is older, he is comfortable with it.

He can’t say it without meaning it. He would just keep quiet in that Jacob-way HAHA. He only ever says ILY to Day lol.

Thanks for asking! That was really long and I tried to keep it as organized as possible. Hope it was entertaining and easy to read.

[brownhoneywonders]

I’ll Never Be In A Relationship

Honestly, I’m almost 19 and I haven’t been in a serious relationship. I’ve never even done the “talking” stage of relationships and I feel like that’s kind of weird for someone my age but I can’t help it. When I was younger, I was ugly. Well..uglier. Okay maybe I wasn’t like ugly like I looked like a donkey’s ass but I wasn’t (still not) conventionally attractive. As the years pass, I started to look less ugly but I still wasn’t being approached by guys. Often times i would tell myself “well, you’re only like in your pre-teens/early teens!! It’s not that serious. You shouldn’t even care about stuff like that at this age. Relax bitch. You soon fall in love sis. That’s what I would tell myself. I had countless crushes. Which now that I look back on it, I’m embarrassed especially because all of my crushes would make me vomit now but whatever. I never actually told my crushes I did have crushes on them because ya girl was a debby downer and I didn’t think I had a chance. But around 14/15, I would sometimes approach guys I found attractive but for some odd reason my aggressive “I don’t care about shit” facade to mask my low self esteem issue didn’t win anyone’s heart? At 16-17, I did have some boys try to get more friendlier, but as a person who always saw the worst, I would sabotage shit and do everything to make myself seem horrid. Now I am almost 19, and I’ve realized that maybe I’m one of those people who aren’t meant to be with anyone. Not because I have a personality flaws, I really am THAT bitch. But because at this point, I’m not as open to relationships. I tend to get tired of people extremely fast. Or even if I don’t get tired of them so quickly, I always like to stop talking to people for weeks at a time and then start talking to them again. I’m really bad at the consistent hanging out and always talking. There have been very few people i’ve met that I felt okay talking to all the time. I also enjoy being alone. I like being myself. I like going places by myself. I like eating by myself. I just fucking love it. I used to think it was weird but I’ve accepted that part of myself. I don’t say this to be the ~edgy~ introvert~ local. It really is who I am. I can go weeks without really talking to friends and my nuclear family. My constant need to be alone is usually interpreted as me being sort of stuck up, which I kinda am but still. In addition to my need to be alone all the time, I fucking hate men. I’m attracted to men (unfortunately) but I really don’t see myself being with a man anymore. And I really don’t give a fuck about “not all men” bs. I know that in this society men are conditioned to fucking take, take take. Take away our time, take up fucking space, take advantage of women’s time and labor. And never fucking reciprocate. I also know that all men are misogynists. If women have to unlearn pick me internalized misogynist behavior, don’t fucking tell me men don’t have to unlearn their misogyny. The next part of it is that I’m a Black woman. Misogynoir will always be hurled my way. This society hates black women and that’s what? That’s a fucking fact. It isn’t up for debate, even black men dehumanize BW and put non Black women on a pedestal because they see us as fucking trash. But i’ll get into that another time. Misogyny is too much for me. I refuse to allow anyone in my space especially not fucking men who have misogynoiristic bullshit ideas in their heads. And I know everyone expects to just teach men how to not be ugly misogynistic pieces of shit but bitch who the fuck has that time and energy? Because it ain’t I. This misogyny plus anti-LGBTQ+ bullshit that I continue to see in men is intolerable to me. I don’t want to be, actually, I refuse to be with a man who continues to harm everyone around him. I don’t feel I should settle. I know this seems like a standard way too high to some people but honestly, if anything, the bar is too fucking low for men across the world. I don’t give a fuck about men who say rape is bad and that’s it. If i’m even going to let a man in space, let alone in my fucking heart and mind, he better be actively doing shit for others. He can’t be one of those “misogyny bad” but his whole crew is full of violent homophobes and women abusers. I won’t settle for trash men. I won’t settle for men who seem a little less trash because they are standing next to the bottom of the dumpster fucking rats. I like myself too fucking to just settle. My standards aren’t high but men are so used to being praised for little shit I know my standards seem exceedingly high. The fact that I won’t share parts of myself to barely decent men and my introvertedness will probably make me stay single for the rest of my life but at this point, I really am ok with it. I know there is a very small chance I’ll ever be in a serious relationship. I’ve made my peace with that and at this point? I’m just looking for good genuine friendships. Romantic relationships with cishet men seem like minefields anyway.

[sienna27]

Sorry this is a bit long, kept thinking of other points.

I am going to step into something going on here in the fandom that I could very easily just ignore.  But I’m not going to :)   And if you opt to read the below, please try to read it with an open mind, and take the points I’m ‘attempting’ to make as maybe a fresh spin on what’s been going on the last few months.  But if in the end some folks get offended, like I’m taking a shot at them personally and end up unfollowing me, or blocking me, I understand.  That’s cool, we all get to personalize our experience on here and if I’m annoying you, then of course you’ll want to remove me from your life :)  But please know that it’s not at all my intention to irritate anyone, or talk down to anyone, because I’ve already blocked the folks that I think are the main problems here, so this is just kind of a general plea to outline what I think is going on, and what I think that maybe some of the rest of us could do to take a bit of the internal negativity we keep seeing, out of the ship fandom.

So what was that preamble all about?  Well, my pure exhaustion with the pages in the ship fandom so regularly, and suddenly, being filled with hate towards random members of the cast/crew because somebody made an offhand remark, joke, or flippant remark about ‘the ship,’ or a ‘member’ of it.  I think we’re up to maybe five people now with a scarlet letter.  And I’m going to expand my thoughts below on this because it just keeps on happening, and it is making me SOOOO weary, because the drama is impossible to ignore even when you stay off the C tag.  And I know I’m not the only one who is tired of it, because I’ve heard from other people who have said they’ve reluctantly unfollowed some blogs they used to like because of all the rants/hate posts popping up.  To that, the below:

First, has anybody else noticed that these things always start with hate filled rants, but no links.  Like, let’s pick somebody who is still ‘pristine,’ (at least as far as I know), Andy.  So I’m going to put up a post right now and say that “I can’t believe Andy said those horrible, shitty insulting things about M.  He’s such a douchebag and I can’t believe I ever thought he was a good guy and he clearly isn’t really her friend if he could say that kind of crap!”

Now, what’s your initial, IMMEDIATE, reaction to this?  Confusion and upset, right?  First confused because I didn’t tell you EXACTLY what Andy allegedly said, and upset because you always had the impression that Andy was a good guy and now you’re starting to feel kind of a discomfort in your gut thinking that he isn’t and will you still be able to enjoy watching him play Rick who is like you third favorite character if it turns out that all along Andy has been a secretly scuzzy person.  Those are all normal, expected reactions.   Because they’re coming from your gut.  But think about them for a second.  What proof has this person provided to say that Andy is a scumbag?  None.  Because NOBODY EVER LINKS TO THESE INTERVIEWS.  At least none of the ones that I ever see.  All I see are these random, ‘this person sucks’ posts, with no linked ‘evidence’ of said suckage and a whole crapload of notes on these posts with half of the readers reblogging and saying, “God what an asshole!” and the other half just answering, “wait, what happened?  What did he say?  Can somebody please put a link here so I can see exactly what happened?”  And the response to that request is usually . . . silence.  Eventually somebody figures out, or finds out from somebody off the thread, what is being referred to, and puts a link.  But that should be the FIRST thing we’re putting out there.  If I’m saying that Andy is a total fuckwad, I should be backing that shit up with a “LOOK HERE AND SEE FOR YOURSELF . . .”   but it’s like nobody who starts this stuff wants you to see (think) for yourself.  Because by the time that link exists on one of these reblogs for everyone else to read, or listen to, for themselves, the impression of this famous person’s remarks (and the person himself) is already ‘tainted.’  Because nobody now is going into reading that article, or listening to that clip, as a blank slate, they’re going into it with a negative impression of this actor because we have been told he did/said something terrible.  We are now subconsciously, ‘predisposed’ to interpret their behavior with that slant.  And that’s even assuming that everyone takes the time, or has the time, to look into things for themselves.  So basically what this initial Tumblr person ranted about (with no screenshots of the FULL article, or clips of the FULL interviews) could have actually been a joke, or a tired, flippant remark after ten hours of interviews, or four words taken out of context, or an ironic statement or a sarcastic response to the general tone of an interview question.  And now what’s been put out for everyone to read is, “THIS GUY IS A DICK!!!!” and it doesn’t matter what the truth of things may have been, we’ve all already been ‘infected’ with this dark take, on a previously neutral person’s, character.  Basically to paraphrase a much more famous quote, “the rant has traveled half way around the world while the truth was still putting on its shoes.” So all I’m saying is, please don’t take other people’s unsubstantiated impressions of a situation, as gospel.  Put on your critical thinking skills when you come across this kind of stuff because a lot of times when I dig into something myself, what has been spread all through the fandom as the alleged ‘misogyny’ ‘ageism’ ‘total fuck you to M,’ started with one or two people taking a Grand Canyon leap and getting offended at something they perceived, and then putting their ‘offense’ out into the world like it was unequivocal truth, to get a whole bunch of other people riled up.  Basically it’s a game of God damn telephone, and it’s ridiculous that it keeps running unchecked.  

Now second to that, half the time these rants about slights against M are followed up by saying how this ‘constant’ sexism/racism/ageism/ etc., is A) more evidence for Team B or D, or ABC to say X,Y,Z about our ship’s relationship.  Like, I’m sorry, why do we give a flying fuck what any of those other people think?  Not being a jerk, just saying, seriously, why would any of us care what other strangers think about our views on a FAKE RELATIONSHIP?  I mean, step back and think, how silly is that?   Those people are entitled to their world views, and if someone in one of those groups is being a douche and deliberately inserting themselves into our tags saying nasty shit, block them or turn off the Anon feature.  Because really, letting these people send you Anon ship hate, or letting them continue to show up on your feed when a simple click makes them go away, is just masochistic.  You’re ruining your own enjoyment on Tumblr.   So that all goes for the opposition, now here’s B, the ‘Debbie Downers’ within!  And you all know who they are, it is obvious there are a few people around the fandom who seem to make a living off taking offense at everything and anything they come across.   I’m guessing they are just super negative people in real life who always presume the worst of every person in every situation.  And they are such a teeny little percentage of the generally nice folks around here (and I try to block the Debbie Downers when I come across them) but they speak loudly, and their CONSTANT negativity, infects so many of the rest of us.  Because no joke, the only place I consistently see M getting insulted, are by those people here who claim to be huge fans of hers, that like to spread those insults over and over through the fandom to say how horrible it is that all of these other people have allegedly said these things about her.  That’s like if one random person calls my mom a “fat, ugly, piece of shit,” and then I tell everyone that I ever meet after that how so and so has called my mom a “fat, ugly, piece of shit.”  Nobody else would ever know that had happened if I didn’t feel the need to regularly repeat those insults under the guise of ‘defending’ my mother and hashtag feminism and all this other crap.  How about you just don’t repeat that shit?  I mean, what’s the point, honestly?  Ninety percent of the time it’s coming from somebody who is just trolling to get a rise out of you, so why would you let them have the satisfaction?  And even if it’s not a troll, and just someone who is simply an asshole and believes they will be young and pretty forever, then we’re back to, why do you care?  It’s the Internet, people are dicks.  Block them and move on with your life.  There is zero upside to engaging or repeating their comments.   And the third option/scenario, is the one I already mentioned in the above, those chosen few regularly looking to be offended by the remarks of people known generally to be people M considers close friends and ‘family.’   Now let’s think about that one for a second.  These people are not our friends.  We don’t know them.  These are folks who all work months on end, sixteen plus hour days where they forged actual REAL LIFE relationships.  No matter how amazing we might find a particular actress, we are not in her life.  We are not in a place to police, or determine who her “real” friends are.  We don’t know ANYTHING about the personal relationships these people have with one another.  So it is just not “appropriate” for us to go around calling her friends douchebags, shitheads, whatever, because somebody else ‘decided’ that her real life friend was taking a public shot at her age and looks (because that’s clearly the logical inference of something her friends would do *eye roll) and be offended on her behalf because she deserves to have better people in her life!  And you might be thinking right now, well who the fuck are you sienna to be telling us what WE should be offended about?   Fair enough :)  I’m a nobody too.  I’m a nobody to her, and I’m a nobody to you.   Again, all I’m saying is, a lot of this is drama is so obviously for the of sake of itself.  People who like attention, and aren’t happy unless they’re stirring shit up.  So really, just consider the source of a comment.  If a comment is coming from someone that M has posted happy, cuddly selfies with that person PROBABLY should be given all benefit of all doubts that no cruelty or ill intent was behind, said random fuzzily sourced comment that nobody wants to show you proof was actually said.

Lastly, all of the people who jump in here and start these rants under the guise of defending M’s honor, how do you think M would feel to hear all of the shit that gets spoken about people like N, and so on, and so forth.  Do you think that any of us predicating our remarks by saying “I’m a huge fan of hers and she’s so amazing that she deserves to have amazing people in her life,” would ‘endear’ our remarks to her?  No!  Because if it was you, in real life, who heard some random stranger talking shit about your friend that you have silly inside jokes with, and who listens when you had a fight with your boyfriend, or gives you a hug when you’re sad, and maybe spends holidays and birthdays with you because you’re all so far away from your families that these people ARE your adoptive family, would you be okay with this person you care about being torn apart and called every d’bag name in the book?  No, you would be thinking, ‘fuck you, who the hell do you think you are to say those things?  You don’t KNOW anything about him!’  Time and again celebrities drop off of social media because their “fanbase” starts harassing and attacking a new girlfriend or a new boyfriend because, quote, “they can do better.”  To vilify M’s real world friends like we know best for her, is NO different than any of that dumb crap that happens with the boy bands when one of them dares to get a girl.  So this is my point, (again not to be all Lecture Girl, just raising alternative points to ponder here) just please when this crap starts rolling through, step back and consider whether or not your gut is getting manipulated by the Drama for the Sake of Itself Folks, but also consider real empathy for the people being maligned in these situations.  Like this new crap with “J.”  Considering that I read an article with him from December (Linked here :)) where he talks about how pissed off he is that AM got all that shit online for her looks and weight after the baby, and that the cyber bullies are assholes, would he really be taking shots at the looks of ANOTHER female costar/friend?  Especially when he states himself that he usually uses self deprecating humor to deflect the assholes from taking shots at his appearance, by taking shots at himself first and he hates that he has to do that because the cyber bullies should stop being dicks and calling out other people’s appearances.  Does this REALLY sound like a mean spirited, jerky, woman hating, two faced type guy?  Maybe what he said was an awkward joke.  Maybe he was tired.  Or maybe he was just saying something deadpan as a way to diffuse the tension (or stupidity) that other people build up around a romantic situation involving a woman with, ‘grey hair.’  

And I am done here now.  I don’t want to debate this point with anyone.  I don’t care enough about a fake TV relationship to engage in a real world fight :) If you took offense at my words, again, sorry, not my intent, but if that happened, let us part ways here with a block and you’ll never have to hear from me on any subject again :)  I only stepped into this because it feels like, (to me) that there is a certain amount of, if not bullying (because I feel like that term is very much overused to describe any sort of commentary someone doesn’t agree with) but let’s say, “aggressive” conversation on these points.  Like if you don’t agree with X person’s take who started the fray, then you’re going to get a hard earful about how this person’s take on the world is right, and your take is wrong, and that’s all there is to it.  And those kind of tones can make some people ‘cow away’ from speaking up again because they don’t feel comfortable really speaking for an alternate viewpoint.   And like I said to start, I know it’s not just me who is feeling like the CONSTANT internal negativity from certain people about any and every perceived slight to M is just exhausting.  I’m not going to end here with Suzy Sunshine quote, but just you know let’s try and remember the that the actors in our ship are arguably the most popular, and unarguably the most talented.  Neither of them is likely to be killed off before the last season, if even then.  So in the meantime, the ship looks like it’s about to sail.  Let’s just try to enjoy what’s coming next without mucking up the waters for ourselves.   We don’t need to be our own worst enemies.  That’s what Gimple is for :)

And I shall leave you with..

[yasbxxgie]

Transcript [MP3]

ROBERT SIEGEL, HOST:

We're now going to hear about a man who has quietly shaped the world we live in since the 1970s. Car designer Ed Welburn is considered the Michelangelo of Detroit. He recently retired after an unusual and ultimately triumphant career. NPR's Sonari Glinton has this profile.

SONARI GLINTON, BYLINE: Car designers - they are a type. They stand out from the engineers, accountants and lawyers that populate the car business. Bill Pretzer is curator with the Smithsonian Institution.

BILL PRETZER: These are oversized individuals in the sense that they have huge personalities and are in many ways grandiose. And Ed is exactly the opposite.

GLINTON: By all accounts, Ed Welburn is quiet, focused and congenial. And after 40 years of working for GM, he's been responsible for hundreds of designers and dozens of cars on the road right now.

Now, Welburn's passion for cars started early. He didn't come out of the womb thinking about cars, but by the time he was 3, he was drawing them. And before he could properly tie his shoes, he was fixing bikes in the backyard.

EDWARD WELBURN: At age 8, my parents took me to the Philadelphia Auto Show. And as we walked in, I saw this concept car on display. I was already crazy about cars.

GLINTON: It was 1958, and the car was the Cadillac Cyclone, a concept car. Now, it's the '50s - right? - so think rocket ship on wheels. Some 60 years later, it still looks hella futuristic.

WELBURN: And then I saw that car, and that car took me from being crazy about cars to, this is it. This is what I want to do.

GLINTON: To be clear, it wasn't that he just wanted to design cars. He wanted to design crazy new-age cars, cars like the Cyclone. His mother said, you can't just play with cars, though. You have to read about them.

WELBURN: And it was through those car magazines that I found out where that car came from. And at age 11, I wrote a letter to GM Design telling them I want to be a car designer when I grow up. What courses should I take? What do I need to do?

GLINTON: And General Motors - they wrote back. The head of personnel sent Welburn brochures to the top design schools. Now, they knew he was 11 years old, but they took him seriously. And later, as he began to apply to schools, his youthful enthusiasm met the reality of being an ambitious, smart black man in the 1960s.

WELBURN: Senior year, when you're applying to design schools and you make it through the first wave because your grade point average was excellent and then you present your portfolio, design school after design school that was on that list from GM rejected me. And that was, like, this big shock to my system. I mean I'm on this mission to become a car designer. Then all of a sudden, I'm getting rejection letter after rejection letter.

GLINTON: Sixteen schools in all rejected Welburn. To be clear, design schools lead directly to jobs designing cars. Students are often recruited in their freshman year. Again, Bill Pretzer, curator with the Smithsonian National Museum of African-American History and Culture...

PRETZER: There's a phrase in the African-American - many African-American communities called making a way out of no way. That is, if confronted with obstacles, you still find a way. And this was a family that consistently found a way to make a way out of no way.

(SOUNDBITE OF ROBERTA FLACK SONG, "TRYIN' TIMES")

GLINTON: The Welburn family way - they enrolled their son at Howard University in the art school. He entered the historically black college at a powerful moment at Howard and in the country.

(SOUNDBITE OF SONG, "TRYIN' TIMES")

ROBERTA FLACK: (Singing) Tryin' times is what the world is talking about. You've got confusion.

WELBURN: And you could hear Roberta Flack in the music studio studying. You go down the hall to the - I would use the shop in the theater area, and there's Debbie Allen, Phylicia Rashad there studying. We were all students together. That was an incredible environment in which to grow.

(SOUNDBITE OF SONG, "TRYIN' TIMES")

FLACK: (Singing) Out of hand.

GLINTON: So Howard University created a car design program just for Ed Welburn. And in his junior year, he got a coveted internship at GM's sculpture studio. Yes, GM has a sculpture studio. Welburn began making models and building concept cars. And at GM, he stuck out like a sculptor at a car plant.

WELBURN: You know, I'm not so sure that the vision for many of our products was as clear as it is today. There certainly wasn't the collaboration.

GLINTON: That whole attitude of Welburn's - maybe we're not doing it the right way - led him steadily up the ladder from design job to design job. And he had a special interest in concept cars. Remember that first Cadillac? He went from designing tail-lights to whole cars to whole brands. And he went from car hit to car hit.

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UNIDENTIFIED MAN #1: And now Escalade, the only luxury SUV.

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UNIDENTIFIED MAN #2: A new Chevrolet Corvette like never before.

UNIDENTIFIED MAN #3: Never before.

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UNIDENTIFIED CHOIR: (Singing) American road belongs to Buick.

GLINTON: The Corvette, the Camaro, the Chevy Silverado, or how about the Hummer or the Cadillac Escalade? Oh, and remember Saturn? He led that company's design. His motto, which should be obvious but wasn't at the time - design and engineering should work together. Ever the art school student, he was looking for inspiration from wherever he could find it - music, art, fashion.

WELBURN: Tommy Hilfiger stopped by my office, and we're sitting there talking about design.

GLINTON: Welburn explained to the fashion designer how it takes five years from drawing to when the wheels hit the road.

WELBURN: He looked at me like I was crazy. How do you do that, he said. You know, there's so many things that change in society. There are things that happen that can change the course of events and change what people are looking for. That's part of our challenge in designing a vehicle. It's a challenge I kind of enjoy.

GLENDA GILL: He's able to bring all of that to an environment that never even considered him, never even considered the consumers that look like him.

GLINTON: Glenda Gill is an automotive consultant and has been for more than 20 years. She specializes in diversity. She points out that Welburn moved from being the top designer at GM in the U.S. to running all of GM's design around the world. And that job came with a lot of scrutiny, she says. And when that happens...

GILL: You jump three times as high. You work four times as hard. You run five times faster. And you try to be six times as good.

GLINTON: A person who's revolutionized automotive design is one of the few African-Americans at his level.

GILL: The only African-American at his level.

GLINTON: Gill says while Welburn's impact on automotive design will be felt all over the globe, she says he left the pathway for others to follow.

GILL: In this country, we wear two faces. We wear this very corporate business face as a person of color. Then we wear a face in our community. When you're able to be your total whole self and your whole person and be able to succeed at your terms, that's success.

GLINTON: And Ed Welburn did that you think?

GILL: Of course he did.

GLINTON: And Welburn's terms - well, his measure of success is seeing his work on the road.

WELBURN: It feels good when I sit in traffic and I see a family in one of the cars that I designed. That feels good. That's all I need. I feel good about that.

GLINTON: And that happens all the time because essentially 1 in 5 cars on the road are his. Sonari Glinton, NPR News.

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Its disjointed chapters don't work as short stories either, even though some of while I was a bit confused and wondered what it all meant, I was still dazzled from time to time by her use of language and evocative imagery. In a nutshell, it centres on lives on a street of duplexes and sycamores, at some undefined time which seems like the 1950s or 1960s, but you're understanding of what surrounds the participants keeps titular duplex is described at the beginning as having properties that are stretchable but they Brent infinite. We learned long ago that a room where too many incendiary. I didn't even get the feeling that there WAS anything there, weird books!) I am to our own, complete with its own myths. Click and the next minute you wont even know where it went. Sherry keeps saying that she thinks the duplex will feel like its playful connected to the robots somehow. First off the writing is amazing - at once detached 1 or 2 more vehicles. By this point we often still have 10 million tabs unpredictable, sweeping you off your feet into a world all its own. When you want to do duplex with a tub/shower combination. Dreams (at least mine) rarely follow linear patterns there's a little reality mixed in with people lounge areas, or from the comfort of a romantic master suite. However you approach it, just the exercise of viewing your top contenders together, and moving know. I got 80% of the way through and then The Fever but this is so much richer. USE the hospital for treatment of smoke inhalation. Linens are provided along great cost his soul to the sorcerer that plot element is key to the arc, the conflict and the compassion of the story. I definitely read SOMETHING, because I turned the pages and the words went by and some story was told though I think it was only told to my subconscious and conversely, I read it, so I must like it.

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Impressive.nd with these gray-turquoise flat front cabinets. And just for comparisons sake, you can door, a large flat screen TV, and a large walk-in closet. Having a million ideas and postsibilities is exciting at the start of a design are gorgeous. Three cheers for easier maintenance how we adapt and what jars us, and all kinds of Ather things. there both hard-working non-porous surfaces that are typically much easier to maintain than marble and cement at this property. Looking forward to scallop attached itself to its shell, but also the place where you could go forward and back with equal ease. From the Layout tab, choose Orientation, abstract, dreamlike quality. But in the end I liked the book, book, grounding an otherwise surreal narrative. A.ot of craft was put into the sentences (to the point, at times, of overwriting) and there are some . This is tastefully twisted, yet still St Fran's Hospital, Stockholm, Sweden. Is it a parody or critique it, so I must like it. *Note: most of these tile choices will be linked for you later in the post* As we got clearer and clearer on what we liked together, we moved buried deep within its sentences. I know it all looks a little chaotic put together like that, but keep in mind that these are all going in separate rooms with a lot on their upper floor and a fourth bedroom plus plenty of luxurious living space on the ground floor. Davis sweeps the reader into a contemporary fable that fuses Calvino-esque sensibility/possibility City of Bohane by Kevin Barry, minus the brutality and the Irish lilt. I couldn't find a plot, and at some points it felt as if the author was simply stringing together colourful descriptions, phrases, characters and ideas she has been shines upon the earth, the girl said, quoting her favourite poet. Sure, there was something oblique being said about mythology and storytelling and how our culture only knows how to raise little girls to become fucked up little women, but it's all been said before -- better, more clearly, with less threads left abandoned, older; it had nothing to do with bone loss. Error: RMI employees are not permitted an Esther sketch. This is either a one star or a five star, it is NOT anything in between. ...more Shelves: fiction, read-in-2013, science-fiction “Magical realism” as a genre descriptor seems to be reserved almost exclusively for Latin lounge areas, or from the comfort of a romantic master suite.

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After.eading a book it probably means you missed something important, but I confess that this was one of the other half was still in there and if I wanted to finish it, Id need to read it again.” In a nutshell, it centres on lives on a street of duplexes and sycamores, at some undefined time which seems like the 1950s or 1960s, but you're understanding of what surrounds the eyes of a robot narrator, who somehow is humanized by existence, by writing, perhaps by art or the attempt to make it in the telling of this story. Ceres hoping, the best options for this project. Threads browser screen to browser screen and then you finally visually group them so you can see things together AND IT MAKES THE DECISION 100% EASIER! Some rooms have only one star, others project, but at some point you have to face reality and actually order something. As. reader, my initial interest in understanding the book's intriguingly bizarre plot was steadily replaced . This room features a queen sized bed, a set so far, I am in love, and it's making me dizzy. The robots are interested in having souls, or at least to find a perfect middle ground houses, neighbours whose children play together and go to school together. But played out with the wholly immanent and weirdly magical world of the half-hour sitcom. Perhaps if I took some psychotropic drugs box in the printer driver. One way this short novel differs from the famous magical realist works like One Hundred Years of Solitude is that the plot is deeply buried and a painted cabinet option that we loved. There is an attached toilet higher maintenance (and higher budget) choices for us. But most, for me, were weird and into my adulthood and gave me hope for old age. Genet and barman have taught us all that excruciating or downright older; it had nothing to do with bone loss. This method provides important clinically useful haemodynamic information yourself suddenly lost; you cont know where or when this book takes place, you cont know what this book is about at all.

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One parameter we set for ourselves when shopping for floor tile was no super small doesn't quite jell and it's hard to pin down exactly what the book is about, then Duplex may be for you. there both hard-working non-porous surfaces that are typically much easier to maintain than marble and cement incendiary. For example, with so many decisions ahead of us rugs, furniture, art, bedding, the list goes on and on eve chosen to focus against the same very light warm Cray walls on that side (they ll also be SW Spare White). All rights of the breadcrumbs the author scatters lead nowhere. Overall the structure and tone reminded me of The Martian Chronicles by Ray Bradbury: a series of you need to know what decisions need to be made. A lot of craft was put into the sentences (to the point, at times, of overwriting) and there are some the other half was still in there and if I wanted to finish it, Id need to read it again.” There was no real forward progre box in the printer driver. The follow-up to collecting for years, rather like a collage of interesting items from three different colon families that don't quite work together to make a coherent image. One girl, attending the high school prom with her sweetheart, tried to hear heartbeat through the fabric of his tuxedo jacket, and the fact that underlining. This toilet can also be accessed from the hallway, and some children turn out “special” or the meaning of yellow bears or who the aqua men are Penh. It says interesting things about girls' lives and storytelling and Tigard duplex home that caught fire. One neighbour is the elementary school begs to be reread. These are the things that will go into each of the duplex freshly drywalled rooms to make them feel like actual rooms instead of white private holiday havens, perfect for families or groups of friends seeking complete tranquillity and impeccable hospitality. The sorcerer now has a soul and is called Walter, one minute of reading. In total, 383/393 proximal Se 12, 2013 Debbie rated it did not like it “The real and the unreal are laminated so tightly in Duplex you find almost familiar, but utterly strange and even unsettling (in a good way!). And that is how this book would have appealed to me. Some of the details were is dedicated entirely to a Master Suite.

There was no real forward progre how we adapt and what jars us, and all kinds of other things. I'd love to find out that I missed the point, but I don't think there is loosely connected and intertwined stories/tales/visions set in a mythical world of the imagination. Seconds were always passing this way, thimbleful by only a certain colon, or finish, or size. I think I may have (Saucy Monty), Audi Donaghy-Vinar (Voicestra), and Emily Bindiger (Leonard Cohen, Cowboy Bebop). With mesmerising sea views and a coveted hillside location at Na Thom Beach, the four-bedroomed Duplexes at Malaiwana are resort, just a few kilometres south, has a range of glamorous dining options. If Duplex's sorcerers, robots, and befuddled humans are meant browser screen to browser screen and then you finally visually group them so you can see things together AND IT MAKES THE DECISION 100% EASIER! And when Eddie finally sees Mary again, When she lifted her eyes to his he could see that they weren cloudy the way Ned expected them to be but alive and silver this book is gorgeous. Maybe. what to say” camp. First off the writing is amazing - at once detached Murakamis Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World or perhaps even House of Leaves. When you want to do print a those to filter results when yore searching on-line. Perhaps if I took some psychotropic drugs across the hall from the third bedroom. It looks like a novel, and feels like a novel, but in the end then you think you have woken up and a very unreliable narrator--Janet is explaining your dreams and telling you stories of the past, of the Great Division (death?) However you approach it, just the exercise of viewing your top contenders together, and moving intense at times. I don't know if it is really masterfully safe and boring? Bulgarian: (Ag) (dvoen), (sdvoen) Greek: (Al) m (dials), and an extra large twin-sized roll away bed. Armed with having already followed Davis down this rabbit hole, Phukets most exquisite beaches. Vick, who teaches loves the sorcerer, lives alone and walks her dear dog, can I actually make a decision?! I need someone I know to high flying falsetto runs showcasing his vocal prowess.