#the x-rays are hilarious

[grandmaster-anne]

A AN Z OF QUEEN ELIZABETH II

By Charlotte Hodgman | Published 12 May 2022

A is for... ANNUS HORRIBILIS

“1992 is not a year on which I shall look back with undiluted pleasure... it has turned out to be an ‘Annus Horribilis’,” said the Queen, now famously, in a speech marking her 40th year on the throne. Indeed, 1992 had proved difficult for the royal family, with the breakdown of Prince Charles’ and Prince Andrew’s marriages, Princess Anne’s divorce, and a fire at Windsor Castle high on the list of unfortunate events.

B is for... BIRTHDAYS

Thanks to the unpredictability of the British weather, the Queen celebrates two birthdays every year: the day she was born (21 April) and the second Saturday in June. The two-birthday tradition began with George II in 1748 – his November birthday was deemed to be too cold for al fresco celebrations, so he decided to attach his birthday celebrations to the Trooping the Colour ceremonial parade held in the summer.

C is for... CORONATION CHICKEN

‘Poulet Reine Elizabeth’ – better known as coronation chicken – was dreamt up in 1953 by florist Constance Spry and cordon bleu chef Rosemary Hume. The dish is said to have been inspired by the ‘Jubilee Chicken’ recipe that was created in 1935 for George V’s Silver Jubilee, but, in an era of postwar rationing, coronation chicken is unlikely to have been on the menu of many street parties in 1953.

D is for... DOGS

The Queen’s love of dogs, specifically the corgi breed, is well-known; she has owned more than 30 corgis since her accession. Perhaps her closest canine friend, though, was Susan, the Pembroke Welsh corgi who was given to the-then Princess Elizabeth on her 18th birthday. The pup even took part in her wedding to Prince Philip – riding in the state coach (hidden under a blanket) and travelling with the royal couple on their honeymoon.

E is for... EMAIL

In March 1976, the Queen made history when she became the author of the first royal email. Distributed using ARPANET – a forerunner of the internet – from the Royal Signals and Radar Establishment in Malvern, Worcestershire, the message announced the development of a new programming language. It was sent from the Queen’s – rather predictably named – personal email account: HME2.

F is for... FATHER

When Princess Elizabeth was born in 1926, her father was still Prince Albert, Duke of York, but in 1936, life changed dramatically when Albert took the throne as George VI, meaning that Elizabeth was now heir apparent. Elizabeth’s preparation for queenship began almost immediately and father and daughter developed a close bond as he trained his eldest child for her future role as monarch.

G is for... GIFTS

Queen Elizabeth II has received countless gifts throughout her reign – some precious, others... more unusual. Several live animals have been presented to the Queen, including a young Nile crocodile from the People of Berending on the Gambia River and two Aldabra giant tortoises from the Government and People of the Seychelles.

H is for... HATS

The Queen is known for her vibrantly coloured coats with matching headgear, but just how many hats does the royal wardrobe contain? While the exact number is not confirmed, Her Majesty is rumoured to have donned more than 5,000 hats over the duration of her reign.

I is for... INTRUDER

Several intruders have been apprehended in the grounds of royal residences over the years, but none have made it as far as Michael Fagan, who, in 1982, broke into Buckingham Palace and found his way to the Queen’s bedroom. Since trespass was then a civil offence, Fagan was only tried for burglary (having helped himself to half a bottle of wine), and spent several months at a psychiatric hospital.

J is for... JUBILEE

This year, the Queen marks her Platinum Jubilee, becoming the first British monarch to celebrate 70 years on the throne. She will follow in the footsteps of other famous monarchs who have celebrated milestones in their reigns, including Edward III (r1327–77), who is said to have celebrated his Golden Jubilee with a magnificent procession from the Tower of London.

K is for... KENYA

It was during a stay at Treetops Hotel in Nyeri, Kenya, on 6 February 1952, that Princess Elizabeth learned that her father, George VI, had died. She and Prince Philip had been enjoying a short break in the African country during the first leg of a Commonwealth tour, but flew home immediately, landing in London the next day.

L is for... LYNDON B JOHNSON

Fourteen US presidents have come and gone over the past 70 years, but only one failed to meet the Queen face to face. Despite corresponding by letter between March 1964 and July 1967, neither Queen Elizabeth II nor President Lyndon B Johnson issued invitations for the other to visit.

M is for... MOTHERHOOD

Assuming the throne with two small children – Prince Charles (3) and Princess Anne (18 months) – meant juggling monarchy with motherhood from the off, and long periods of time away from family while touring. Two more children (Prince Andrew and Prince Edward) followed in 1960 and 1964 respectively, ensuring the continuity of the Windsor line.

N is for... NICKNAMES

Despite her dignified demeanour, the Queen is said to have a number of nicknames within the royal family, including ‘Gary’ (bestowed by a young Prince William who had confused the word with ‘Granny’). Princess Charlotte is said to use ‘Gan-Gan’, while the late Prince Philip often called his wife ‘Cabbage’ – perhaps from the French term of endearment, mon petit chou (my little cabbage).

O is for... OBEY

When the future Elizabeth II married Philip Mountbatten in 1947, eyebrows were raised over the choice of wedding vows. The word ‘obey’ had been removed from the Church of England service in 1928, two years after women were permitted to own property on the same terms as men, but Princess Elizabeth chose to include the word in her vows, promising to “love, cherish, and to obey” her new husband.

P is for... PRINCE PHILIP

The Queen and Prince Philip enjoyed a 73-year marriage before his death in April 2021. The pair were introduced in 1934, and met again five years later at the Royal Naval College in Dartmouth when Elizabeth was 13 and Philip was 18. It was here, reportedly, that Elizabeth fell in love with her future husband, a man she described on their golden wedding anniversary as being her “strength and stay”.

Q is for... QUALIFICATIONS

Conventional schooling is a fairly recent choice for the British royal family, with Prince Charles the first heir to the throne to have received a formal education and attain a university degree. Both the Queen and her younger sister, Princess Margaret, were home-schooled by a governess, with the young Elizabeth also receiving lessons in constitutional history after she became heir to the throne.

R is for... RADIO BROADCAST

The future Queen made her first public address on 13 October 1940, aged 14. Joined by Princess Margaret, the speech was broadcast at the start of Children’s Hour on the BBC World Service, and was aimed at children who had been evacuated from Britain to America, Canada and elsewhere.

You can listen to the recording via the BBC Archive: bbc.co.uk/archive/childrens-hour--princess-elizabeth/z7wm92p

S is for... SWANS

The Crown has claimed ownership of mute swans (a particular species of swan) since the 12th century, when monarchs liked to tuck into the white waterbird at feasts. A ‘Swan Upping’ ceremony, led by the Queen’s Swan Marker, takes place in the third week of July each year on a particular stretch of the River Thames, and any swans found are checked over – for health reasons, rather than as a potential meal.

T is for... TOURS

During her long reign, Elizabeth II has travelled more than a million miles (1,032,513 to be precise) and visited 117 different countries, despite never owning a passport. In 2015, having flown the equivalent of 42 times around the globe since her accession, the Queen finally hung up her boarding pass and retired from overseas travel, making a trip to Malta her last foreign tour.

U is for... UNCLE EDWARD

At her birth in 1926, baby Elizabeth was third in line to the throne, behind her uncle Edward (later Edward VIII) and her father (later George VI), and seemingly destined to be pushed down the line of succession by the births of brothers and male cousins. But on Edward VIII’s abdication in 1936 her future took a new direction and her path to queenship began.

V is for... VE DAY

In 1985, the Queen confessed in a BBC interview that, on 8 May 1945, she had secretly joined in the public celebrations that had followed the announcement that the war in Europe had ended. Dressed in her Auxiliary Territorial Service uniform ( see next box ), she and Princess Margaret snuck out of the palace and joined the celebrating crowds on London’s streets, all without being recognised.

W is for... WORLD WAR II

Aged 13 when WWII broke out, Princess Elizabeth was evacuated to Windsor Castle with her nine-year-old sister, Princess Margaret. As the conflict progressed, Elizabeth joined in with the war effort, tending her allotments as part of the Dig for Victory campaign and eventually joining the Auxiliary Territorial Service. She is the first female royal to have joined the armed services as a full-time active member.

X is for... X-RAYS

From tea towels to teapots, royal memorabilia is a massive business, but not all collectibles have received the royal seal of approval. In 2011, 18 dental X-rays of Elizabeth II’s teeth, together with those of her mother and father – taken between 1942 and 1946 – were withdrawn from an auction in Gloucestershire. Lawyers for the royal family cited a right of privacy for medical records and the lot was pulled from sale.

Y is for... YACHT

Now a popular visitor attraction and events venue in Edinburgh’s Port of Leith, HMY Britannia served the royal family for 44 years, travelling more than a million nautical miles. But in December 1997, the yacht was deemed too expensive to maintain and run, and the huge vessel was decommissioned. The Queen is said to have shed a tear at the ship’s decommissioning ceremony in Portsmouth.

Z is for... ZAMBIA

The Queen is expected to remain politically neutral, but she has, on occasion, been a target for the decisions of her governments. In 1979, during a visit to Zambia, some Zambians waved banners in protest against the UK government’s plans to recognise the controversial political regime of neighbouring Zimbabwe Rhodesia (now Zimbabwe), led by Abel Muzorewa.

[crippled-peeper]

especially in the digital age, there is no amount of “disabled enough” you can become that will make people stop calling you a faker

[syn4k]

Well damn, Mumbo was back.

Evil Xisuma didn't have a comms device of their own. They figured this out because the man himself flew up to them asking about diamonds.

"Uhh, hello, X?"

"What?" they asked, turning around to see a very nervous Mumbo (oh, who were they kidding, he was always nervous) standing behind them, holding a shulker box.

"Oh, you're not- my bad," he said, stepping backwards. "Sorry. I thought you were Xisuma."

"That's a first," muttered EX. "How the Hels did you fuck up that badly?"

"Right, you can swear," sighed Mumbo. "I'm sorry to bother you, but I just- do you know where X is?"

"Nope."

"Okay," said Mumbo. "Do you think you'd be able to help me with-" [he waved his free hand vaguely] "diamond stuff?"

EX had zero idea how this man found them, or what the hell he wanted, or even why he was talking to them at all. Most Hermits just avoided this part of the Nether, and let them do their thing. But here Mumbo was, just standing there, diamonds in hand. Sure. Why not.

"Elaborate," they said, leaning back against the wall.

"Okay," started Mumbo. "I left the server a few months back to go on a trip, right?"

"Allegedly."

"When I- when I left, I was the richest Hermit. And then I got back, and I thought well I'm definitely not the richest Hermit anymore, but then I checked in my vault and there was substantially more diamonds in there than I remember?"

"What does any of this have to do with me or X?" asked EX flatly. At this point, they were just considering telling him to shove off and let them continue building this wall. This was a waste of time.

"I was wondering," said Mumbo, looking anywhere but their face (did this man go to therapy for anxiety? EX sure hoped he did. This was embarrasing.), "if you had perhaps lost any?"

What the fuck?

"I know you haven't been around," said Mumbo with a sigh, "but this is why I was looking for X first, and I just got really lost on my way there, and maybe there might be a chance that you-"

EX paused him with a wave of their hand. "You are smoking warped mushrooms if you think I have been anywhere close to the Overworld," they said, walking closer. "If this had been any other person, or any other situation, I would have said that oh yeah, I took your puny little diamonds, but this? I'm not even going to pretend that I have. Come on. Seriously, how did you get all the way out here?"

"I thought it was worth a shot," said Mumbo, stepping back two paces and almost tripping over a dint in the netherrack. "Since, y'know, that was sort of your whole thing in season 8-"

EX sighed. "We don't talk about season 8."

"Sorry."

There was a dead silence of about 10 seconds in which EX turned back around and continued building the wall. Hearing no footsteps or rockets, they turned back around and raised an eyebrow. "X's portal is about three thousand blocks southwest of here. If you want to make it before the sun goes down in the Overworld- maybe it's already set, who knows- you should probably get on it."

Mumbo cleared his throat. "Uh. Yeah that'd be good. Thanks?"

"Do you go to therapy for anxiety?"

"What?"

"You need therapy. Get out of my swamp."

Mumbo nodded and, almost dropping the shulker box, flew off in the direction that EX had specified.

They watched him go for a while longer, hands on hips. What a guy. What a weird fucking guy.

[ashxketchum]

MAYBLADE 2023 - "SCHOOL"

[natasha-in-space]

Just wanted to let you know I've been scrolling through your writings and I'm so in love. <3

As for my request.. GE Saeran or Ray planting flowers/ tending the garden with MC? I need a little more fluff in my life. :)

"Y/N? What are you doing out here?"

"Oh, Ray!" You immediately perked up at the sound of the voice you knew so well, jumping up onto your feet from the small patch of soil you were crouching in before and turning to face him fully, a giddy smile slowly forming on your face as you took in his curious gaze. It was akin to an instinct that you couldn't control. The sight of him there made you feel so happy that it was hard to contain your excitement. "Sorry. Were you worried for me? I knew I should have texted you..."

"No, no, it's quite alright... You're one of us now, and Magenta is your home. I'm just... surprised." He smiled sheepishly at you, his shoulders relaxing little by little as he took in your cheery demeanor. It was apparent to you that your new status was a strange change for him, despite his efforts to make you feel comfortable. After all, he has grown so close with you in the last couple of weeks... It was probably hard for him to view you as a fellow believer now, rather than his precious tester.

You quickly dusted yourself off before picking up a plastic water can that you were busy working with before. "Well, I wanted to plant some flowers! It was supposed to be a surprise for you, but... I'm, uh, actually kind of struggling here. The gardener I saw acted all antsy around me for some reason, so I didn't want to bother the poor guy. Say... if you, maybe, have some free time on your hands... could you help me out? Just a little?"

After all, it was worth a shot trying to ask him.

"Well, of course! You've done so much for me ever since I came here! I simply wanted to repay the favor. After all, I know how much you love your flower friends. So, can you lend me a hand so that I don't kill any of these poor innocent seedlings?" You chat with him in a lighthearted tone, eager to keep the mood pleasant and comfortable between the two of you. Ray had a tendency to get lost in his own thoughts at times! And, you wanted to distract him a bit from the recent mess up with the Savior that has kept him stressed and anxious throughout the last week.

Ray's eyes practically lit up as you said that, revealing a pale blush on his cheeks in a matter of seconds. He seemed to be rather taken aback by your invitation... in a good way, from what you could see. "A... A surprise? For me...?"

"O-Of course. I'd love to." Although there was a slight stutter in his soft voice, he took a small step towards you. His eyes locked onto yours with an emotion that was a mix between gratitude and admiration. It appears that he was ready for the task after all!

"Great! So, uh, I'm actually unsure of how much water the soil needs, so could you help me with that? Those are white camelia seedlings... I read up on the right way to plant them, but it's not as easy as I thought." You explained to him with an awkward chuckle, crouching down next to the small spot of fresh soil you've chosen to plant in and gesturing around all the gardening equipment you managed to bring out with you. Although the gardener believer was anxious, he was willing to carry all the heavy stuff for you, and you were grateful for that.

He made it look so easy... like it was second nature to him. You only wished he could have more time and freedom on his hands to pursue these small activities that actually brought him joy... but, since you didn't want to ruin the moment, you never brought up this forbidden topic at hand.

Soon, you were both working in comfortable silence, nothing but the gentle rustle of greenery and the evening melody of crickets interrupting the sound of your gradual progress. Although, by this time, you spent more energy on ogling Ray than actually gardening. You couldn't help yourself! He looked so graceful as his hands placed each tiny seed in its respective hole... You never knew something like gardening could even look graceful! But, oh, what you liked most of all was seeing how... peaceful Ray's gaze has become the longer you worked. He appeared completely relaxed at this moment, enjoying doing something he loved and not worrying about anything. For this brief magical moment, at the very least.

"Oh hey, that one looks like a kitty!" You called out, pointing out the specific cluster of clouds you were talking about, with a silly snicker falling from your lips. There was something so... relaxing about doing this with him. It's possible to forget the huge imposing castle made of white marble towering behind you and, for a brief moment, find yourself free as a bird amidst these fluffy clouds. It was bittersweet, in a way.

The initial plan was to help you with your gardening effort, but it turned out to be cloud-watching as you sat next to each other on the lush grass, your arms barely touching. The closeness is just right to make your heart race, but not too much to cause anything prohibited within Mint Eye. Sort of like a secret date.

"I'm afraid I can't really see that, but your imagination is something definitely worth of admiration." Ray chuckled quietly, shaking his head a bit as he glanced at you with amusement before returning his attention to the rosy evening sky above.

"Y-Yes?" He stuttered, his gaze now glued to you, even as his cheeks grew redder and redder as he inevitably took notice of just how close your faces truly were now that you laid your head on his shoulder.

As you laid your head on his shoulder, sighing with a sense of peacefulness that enveloped you like a warm blanket, he jolted and made a tiny adorable squeak at your sudden touch. You were aware that he didn't object to this. Ray was someone almost as touch-starved as you... although, it took you some time to realize that his jumpy reactions weren't made out of discomfort, but rather unfamiliarity with such gestures of affection. "...Ray?"

"Do you know the meaning of white camelia?"

"That's right. You're adorable." You whispered affectionately to him, as if it were a secret meant only to be shared between you, then leaning in and leaving a chaste kiss on the tip of his nose.

Your question caused his flustered mind to scramble and his eyes to grow wide. It wasn't long before a shaky gasp came from his lips, making you giggle in response.

[poda-venna]

Straight ship for straight lovers

Straight ship for gay lovers

Straight ship for sapphic lovers

Gay ship for straight lovers

Gay ship for gay lovers

Gay ship for sapphic lovers

Sapphic ship for straight lovers

Sapphic ship for gay lovers

Sapphic ship for sapphic lovers

[scarefox]

SandRay 🤝 KingUea

certified Friends with Benefits professionals

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(love how both couples already fail at FWB in these little interviews)

[raycatz]

In fourth grade my class had a unit where we learned all about ships and sailing and sea shanties and then spent a day/overnight on a retired ship. We were split into different roles. I was in the galley team. Which was fun. But in retrospect I was probably put there because I was one of the quieter less athletic kids. BUT ALSO. I didn't get to see anything other than the main deck and I'm so pissed about it still!!!! My classmates got to mess with the ropes and tie knots and see the ship. I got to go down one flight of stairs for the historic tour section but nothing else!!!! Didn't get to stand under any of the other masts or see any cool views or go on any of the other decks I'm o|< little me missed out I would've loved to see more. They should have made sure all the kids got to experience more. They had us take night watch shifts of like half an hour, so like, we each were woken up separately and went and stood out in the cold and were given a journal to write in. I did like that part.

[unblissfulawareness]

Scenes where Schwoz was not at all picking up what Ray was putting down

Season 2, Indestructible Henry pt. 1

Season 3, Hour of Power

[destructionnearyou]

"Its adam and eve not adam and steve" Actaually its billy and ray, from the biosphere

[thatgirl4815]

^Why does the music that plays during the music room scene sound like it belongs in an action movie? Like I might as well be watching a criminal hacking into a government server, not two college dudes kissing.

[ahamasmiyodhah]

Note: Read full Chapter on Archive of Our Own, I only post some pasts of story.

Bounding out of his house while fumbling to get his arm in the jacket Kai didn't even bothered about Car, and broke into full on sprint towards Dojo. While it normally took him ten to fifteen minutes to get to Dojo, with the relentless pace he was running Kai was sure he had already scaled half of the distance- and he knew he was right because soon he came across Dojo. Swiftly scaling the 8 feet wall Kai jumped inside and rapidly rang the bell, only to hear no response. Cursing under his breath, he realised that Grandpa Granger was possibly out for his Field Trip to Kyoto Shrine.

Quickly rummaging through his mind for the places Tyson could be at, His feet turned towards Tate's Hobby- Max's house and shop. Whipping his phone out while running he called Hilary. "Hey Kai!" Hilary chirped through other side. "Hilary, is Tyson with you?" Kai asked, not bothering to greet her. Sensing the seriousness of situation, Hilary must have stood up- considering the scrap of metal. "No, he's not at my home. What happened?" Hilary asked as her footsteps sounded. Fuck... Kai groaned internally. "Just search where he could be, anywhere he could be in your opinion and tell me if you find any lead." Kai ordered out immediately while taking a turn.

"But what happened Kai? Where is Tyson!?" Hilary demanded from other side. "I don't know Hilary, but we must find him before anything happens." Kai said. "I'm going at Max's, you go to Kenny's right NOW and see if he's there." Kai said and hung up before Hilary could reply, sprinting to Max's house. Reaching there he crossed the shop and walked up the stairs in back to Max's home, swiftly pressing the bell. Soon the door was opened by Judy who held a wide eyed and curious Charlotte, who smiled gleefully at Kai. Kai felt his nerves ease a little at Charlotte's face and then he looked at Judy.

"Kai you here at this hour? Is everything fine?" Judy asked as she moved so Kai could enter, and Max and Taro arrived outside. "Is Tyson here?" Kai asked in all the seriousness, confusing the Tate's even more. "Tyson? No, why will he be here Kai?" Max asked confusedly until he saw How Kai looked. Kai's crimson eyes were restless, his whole frame uptight and on edge. "Max, I have been calling him non stop. He's not at Dojo as well as at Hilary's." Kai said trying to keep his calm.

"We must go and look at-" Max said when Kai's phone rang and he picked in a heartbeat. "Hilary? What happened?" Kai said and furrowed his eyebrows when he heard a heavy breathing. "Hilary?" He said again as Max came by his side and he put phone on speaker. "Kai.. Tyson... Abandoned Amusement Park near the Kawasaki Street.." Hilary coughed out, probably tired from the rampant running. Kai and Max shared one glance, and both were out in a heartbeat. 

Judy and Taro exchanged worried glances as Charlotte whimpered for her Brother's, soon being cajoled by her worried Mother.

Kai and Max meanwhile ran all the way to the Kawasaki Street to the abandoned Amusement Park Hilary had asked them to come, only to see Tyson in a heated Beybattle with a burly man that looked twice his build. "Kai! Max!" Hilary exclaimed as they both ran to her. "Hilary- what the hell Tyson!?" Kai barked at Tyson, clearly pissed at this point. His guard was up and alert as he stared down at the burly man, whose big Beyblade was hitting Dragoon repeatedly. 

"You have pissed me a lot, that's it." Tyson growled at the man in front of him and opened his mouth. "Dragoon! Phantom Vortex!" He exclaimed and Dragoon spun rapidly in a powerful cyclone-like motion, drawing in nearby objects and disrupting the opponent's balance. The burly man snarled in anger as Dragoon hit it hard, destabilising it and knocking it to a stop. "You--" He snarled and picked his Beyblade, growling at Tyson like a predator. Max and Kai immediately took their Beyblades out and taking their positions in front of Tyson, who just realised that the two were here.

Out of nowhere a swish sounded, and a hooded figure jumped in front of him. "Stop this right once." He said in a commanding tone, taking the cap of his hoodie off, the rolled up sleeves showing off the dark black ink on his arm. "Who are you? I am here to Battle this boy." The burly man gruffed out jerking his head towards Tyson. The younger Boy glared at him, his steel blue  eyes boring in the other man's.

"What do you want? A good Battle without Rules, right?" The Blue eyed boy muttered stonely and the burly man nodded. "Whoever's Beyblade gets destroyed first, loses. He must listen to the Winner." The burly man gruffed. The other Boy nodded. "Alright. Saturday Midnight at Underground Beyblading Arena." The Boy said with a nod. 

"Who will I battle?" The Man asked and looked the from his head to toe. "You?" He let out a insulting scoff. "You will know." The Boy said and gestured at the Gate towards his eyes. "You can't Beybattle like that anywhere. So now off you go." He said and the Burly man let out a scoff, leaving anyways. The other Boy sighed and turned other side, clapping his headphones on his ears and sauntered away.

Once the Man was away, Kai turned towards Tyson and grabbed his collar, hauling the tan boy to his face. Although Tyson had grown taller, he was still a little shorter than Kai. Tyson's brown eyes got wide when he looked in the crimson eyes of the Young man whom he regarded as his Older Brother, which he was in all but blood.

Kai's crimson eyes nearly turned red in anger as a dark shadow crept on his face. "Why the fuck weren't you picking my calls up?" Kai growled, his tone so deep and feral that it even scared Max, Hilary and Kenny. "Um... It is dead.. I didn't realise that my phone didn't had Battery." Tyson said with a shrug. "And why weren't you home?" Kai growled again.

"I was thinking of getting something from Convenience Store when I got challenged by that man for a Beybattle which I couldn't deny and we started battling until Hilary and Kenny found me and Hilary started yelling at me and I yelled back at her and we fought and then the man turned aggressive and started hitting hard and then you both came and I defeated him and then that boy came out of nowhere and asked him to go to some underground Beyblade Arena and then he agreed and left and now you are holding my Collar." Tyson said in one go, taking deep breaths as Kai sighed and left Tyson's collar.

"You stupid. Now go home. Max, mind if you drop him ho— You know what nevermind. Hilary, Kenny, go home and be alert. Max, you too go home and don't get into random Beybattles just Because someone challenged you." Max showed him a thumbs up at that. "And Tyson, you are coming with me." Kai said with a tone of finality, a tone that demanded not to be crossed.

"But Kai —" Tyson clammed his mouth shut and nodded when Kai glared at him. "Now go home and I want you both—" Kai pointed at Kenny and Max. "— At the Hiwatari Mansion tomorrow." He said and the two nodded immediately. "Kai? Is everything fine?" Max asked in concern. He could see how Kai was uptight and tensed, his whole frame shaking with worry when Kai arrived at his house. "Yes Max, everything's fine." Kai said and all of them frowned. They knew that Kai was hiding something, but didn't pressed him further. They knew better than to piss off their Captain and run extra mile.

Max, Kenny and Hilary said their Byes and took their leaves, as Kai and Tyson walked silently towards Dojo, Tyson prodding Kai and Kai grunting.

[moonandblossoms]

I made these KaiHil and RaySal picrews for @araingirl as her belated b'day gift! ❤️✨

I hope you love them! And for Kai's hair, I couldn't use ipiccy.com from mobile to color it. Since my exams are coming, I won't be using the PC for two months, so I hope you don't mind 🥲 you can color it if you want (if you do so please reblog this with the colored hair 🙏)

BONUS:

I did one for Amesia and Kane too, if you don't mind 🥺

And EXTREMELY sorry that I couldn't draw a fanart for you 😭 my exams are coming and I can only do these 🤧

Link.

[racke7]

So, last week I went back to work. For two days. Then I called in sick again, because the pain in my chest was getting worse. (My job includes exercise, such as wearing a really heavy backpack and running up and down stairs.)

Basically, the cough and chest-pain had pretty much stopped being a thing beyond feeling “a bit bruised” so whatever, right? Then I picked up the heavy backpack on Monday-morning and it felt like something in my chest shifted.

So I went from “every day is better than the last one” to “it’s worse than Sunday, and it’s definitely not getting better”. Which was enough to make me call in sick on Wednesday. Except it still isn’t really “getting better”.

It’s not bad. Most of the time I don’t even notice it. And then I take a very deep breath, or I laugh or I do something else that isn’t “sitting still”, and suddenly ouch yeah that still kind of fucking hurts.

And it’s... so frustrating? Like, if my job was to sit in front of a desk all day, I wouldn’t even bother with calling in sick? But because the whole point of my job includes physical exercise, that’s just not feasible for me?

[northwestofinsanity]

Band Incorrect Quote/Scenario -“The cat is WHERE?!” (Hospital AU)

I need to give myself some comic relief, so dipping into my stash of incorrect-quote worthy moments, here’s yet another cursed extended band incorrect scenario in the cursed veterinary hospital AU with Styx and Squeeze… This turned into another one that only features two members of Styx, but in this situation involving a mishap while taking X-Rays, it’s simply because of how few people are involved… after all, there’s a certain acronym used in radiology known as ALARA -“As Little As Reasonably Achievable” -in part, meaning if there’s not a need for an extra person to be involved in restraining, there’s no good reason for them to stay in and expose themselves to radiation. Granted, I think this situation would have been chaos regardless of if there were two people or ten people trying to control everything!

-Tommy Shaw and Lawrence Gowan go into the radiology suite, carrying a cat in a carrier from a client who is a member of a local rescue group.  They need to do an x-ray on a stray, which per the patient notes is supposedly ‘not completely feral’, but ‘can be spicy’, and since the x-rays are to confirm a suspicion that the cat might be carrying kittens close to term, they have been requested to at least try to do it without sedation to avoid any adverse effects.-

Tommy Shaw: [Waits until the radiology suite door is closed, opens the carrier door, and backs away, just to see if the cat will come out willingly.  Even though he doesn’t have high hopes, he at least wants to give her the chance to minimize stress].  “Hi… Hi, mama!  You wanna come on out?”

-The cat doesn’t make any sounds, but is jammed at the back of the carrier and not budging-

Tommy Shaw: [Sighs] “Nope.  I didn’t think so.” [Starts unscrewing the pegs attaching the top of the carrier]

Lawrence Gowan: “Alright.” [Squats down and helps Tommy unscrew the pegs, then, carefully lifts off the top] “Hi… I hear that you can be spicy?” [Gradually, and still keeping enough distance to yank his hand back if need be, starts to move his hand toward the cat, just to see how she’ll react to a slow advance before any contact]

-The cat recoils, somehow flattening herself even more against the back edge of the carrier bottom, and starts hissing and growling so hard that she’s making snore-like sounds in between-

Lawrence Gowan: “Ohhhhh, you ARE spicy!”  [Looks up at Tommy] “Alright.  Towel time!”

Tommy Shaw: [Grabs the two towels they brought in off the x-ray table, folds one in half to thicken it up for protection, and starts to put it over the cat]

-The cat recoils, and seems to do a 360 degree barrel-roll on the floor of the carrier with claws managing to whip around the edges of the towel-

Tommy Shaw: “OW!  Son of a gun!” [Yanks his hand back]

Lawrence Gowan: [At first, goes wide eyed, but then just sighs] “Oh my gosh, Tommy… Are you alright?  Or do you need to switch out with someone?”

Tommy Shaw: [Has a thin, bleeding rake mark of claws across the back of his hand, and it’s in a painful place by going right up to the skin between his fingers, but he moved fast enough where it ended up very superficial, and decides it can wait until they’ve accomplished what they’re trying to do] “I will be…. I think it can wait until we’re done -it’s not that deep.”

Lawrence Gowan: [Sees Tommy’s hand] “Alright.”  [Sees that the cat is still mashing herself against the corner of the carrier, now half-under the one towel]  “Great! So then, this try has got to count.  I’m thinking, how about you put on the lead gloves instead of the paddle shields, and if I control her head through the towel, you lift her up while you’ve got protection from those murder mitts?”

Tommy Shaw: “Well, I don’t think I have any better ideas.” [Shrugs] “The lead gloves suck for trying to get a good grip on anything, but I don’t think there’s any way to do that, otherwise, without using drugs, which, we’re trying not to.” 

Lawrence Gowan: “Well, let’s try it…” [Grabs the other towel and positions it] “I’m ready when you’re ready -you tell me-“

Tommy Shaw: [Pulling on the lead gloves from the drawer on the counter under the computer] “Alright… GO!”

Lawrence Gowan: [With a wide-eyed, tight-lipped, heavily concentrated look, swoops the towel in around the cat and scoops it around her head and sides]

Tommy Shaw: [Comes in over and around the sides with his gloved hands to guard from paws flying up, and to provide stability from underneath as they begin to lift up]

Lawrence Gowan: [To the cat, who is hissing and snarling] “No… You, stop. You, stop!”

-They get the cat up from the ground to the top of the table, and Lawrence struggles to reach above to the control panel to adjust the beam column while they try to get the cat laid on her side.  This is the tricky part, since it requires uncovering the back half of her body for an abdominal x-ray, which also means freeing the back feet from the towel-

Tommy Shaw: [Doing his best to get the most firm grip he can as Lawrence pulls the towel away from his end, though is visibly struggling with the lack of flexibility of the gloves, and how the cat is wriggling a lot harder without the constraint of the towel]

Lawrence Gowan: “Oh, no, you don’t!” [Still has the cat’s head, but with the cat turning into a liquid, as cats do, the cat has managed to hook a paw under the back edge of the table, and uses this as leverage to flip back up.] “Tommy, I’m gonna have to re-scoop her with the towel -keep her back end!  Letting go in three, two, one…!”

Tommy Shaw: [Holding on for dear life, and as tightly as he feels as he safely can without hurting the cat or her kittens, as Lawrence grabs the towel and tries to snatch up both the head and front paws in one fell swoop]

-The cat by now knows what the towel is, and flails herself all the way to the back edge of the table away from them, like she’s looking for an escape, likely down along the wall the x-ray machine and table are against, to the floor, and then to any corner of the room she can get herself into-

Lawrence Gowan: [Reflexively, he kicks a leg back behind him to close the cabinet the x-ray computer is in.  Then, he realizes, as the cat is flailing around toward the back pillar of the X-ray table, leading up to where the beam and control panel above are, there is actually a four-inch gap along the back side of the table, just under the ledge, and realizes that after the cat has hooked her paw around the ledge to grab on, that she is shifting herself toward it.  His voice goes up a whole octave as he manages to blurt out the one thing he can manage] “Don’t let her get in the table-!”

Tommy Shaw: [With the lead x-ray gloves, put on more for protection from the cat than from radiation at this point, tries to grab the cat by the hindquarters and yank her up, just as she manages to slither through by rolling another 360 degree barrel roll in Tommy’s gloved hands and suddenly, drops away through the gap.]

-Tommy and Lawrence stop and just look at each other-

Tommy Shaw: “Aw, crap.  What do we do now?!”

Lawrence Gowan: “She’s IN the table.”

-They look at each other for two more seconds and bust up in adrenaline-driven laughter-

Tommy Shaw: “I don’t know what to do!  I’ve never seen this happen before!”

Lawrence Gowan: “Well, I’ve not ever seen this before, either.” [Looks at the x-ray table, and eyes the screws on the front, metal protective panel that houses the internal mechanisms and the receiving pixel grid] “Well, then, given what I suspect it’s going to take to get her out, we’re either doing these rads with drugs, or we’re not doing them at all, because this level of stress isn’t any less dangerous than using a sedative at this point.” [Opens the door to the radiology suite] “Can someone send Dr. P over here?  And, I never thought I’d request this, but could somebody find and bring us a toolbox… and maybe a can of wet EN? [Drops his voice back down] “Though I highly doubt she’s coming out of there for food.”  [Turns back to Tommy] “Well, you might as well go wash that scratch out, now… this isn’t going to sort itself out anytime fast.”

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Hey sweetie hoping you're doing well

What about a college au where Miguel is a punk and reader is a smarty coquette? And Miguel is very teasing with her to catch her attention... Very enemies to lovers (with smut)

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Fluff, Penetrative Sex, Slight Mentions of Bondage

Summary: He loves how you wear your ribbons.

A/N: This request is so cutesy!! I hope you're doing well too, love!

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You hate him.

Which hurts you to say because you really do try your best not to hate anyone. But Miguel O'Hara makes it very easy to hate someone. You're just so tired of him! It's like he makes it his life mission to make you angry. Which makes you even more mad because he likes seeing you angry because he just loves making fun of how you look when you're mad!

He's always trying to annoy you. He finds it hilarious to pull on the ends of your bows, making them uneven and loose. You have to spend well over 5 minutes trying to fix your hair while he snickers about it. He's always pulling you back by tugging on your necklace of the day, maybe even pulling the ends of your styled hair. To him, there is always something nasty to point out about your carefully crafted outfits, let it be the quaint design, the ruffles, or even the freaking soft color of it. He finds some sick enjoyment in messing up your aesthetic notebooks and pens, removing the small decorations off of them when you're not looking or dirtying them with graphite stains. He always has to comment about something. He's making fun of the stuff he sees you liking on social media when he's being nosy. Has to tell you how utterly trash your music taste is as a Lana Del Ray song is sung under your breath. Can't let you have an ounce of peace when you talk about how badly you want the new Sonny Angels collection or looking for a specific Calico Critters set. Don't even get him started about all the pastel, cute items you have saved on Pinterest or on your home decor wish list.

But honestly, Miguel is a sucker for everything about you. He's constantly on his knees every time you walk into the lecture hall wearing your frilly skirts and dresses. Damn near collapses of a heart attack when he pulls on the silky bows in your hair or on your necklaces and the sweet smelling perfume you wear hits his nose. He's itching to steal one of your pens so he can have it everywhere he goes or taking a peak into your notebook to look at the dainty notes you are so concentrated on taking. He likes peering into your ribbon-filled world, trying to understand the 'relatable' posts you like about your favorite things. His browsing history is of the little toys you keep mentioning, an occasional search for room decor breaking the stream of Sonny Angels links. He has that one Lana Del Ray Album that you keep singing saved to his music app, and he much prefers your covers.

He finds luck where you find despair. While he loves the fact your professors always pair you two together because of your smarts, you find dread in knowing you can't escape him throughout the weekdays. You always have a pout on your glossy lips as you reluctantly take your seat next to him, your tote bag falling on the long desks with a thump to further emphasize your mood. It makes him chuckle, seeing your obvious dislike of being around him. It makes his heart skip a beat every time you turn to him, warning him in a low whisper to not get on your nerves today. In turn, he should be telling you not to distract him. He can't count how many times he's stopped paying attention to the lecture because he's watching you reapply your lip gloss or fix your hair from the corner of his eye. He's paralyzed for a good minute when you spray your perfume, leaning his arm the slightest bit out so the smell can cling to his leather jacket throughout the day.

But he finds himself the luckiest when he's walking through your dorm room for a project, taking in the distinct smell of you and a room that looks exactly like your Pinterest boards. He isn't exactly sure how it happens, but one second your notebooks are sprayed out against the covers of your bed, and the next they're a crumpled mess on your floor as he has you pinned under him. Your soft bed sheets have nothing on your skin as his rough hands travel up your legs and arms, pulling down the straps of your dress and untying them from the back. He's never been more in love with your bows than the moment your dress slips off your body to reveal the small bows decorating your underwear. It makes him groan as he slips them off your body, making a mental note to please take them home with him when he's done.

As much as he loves the ribbons in your hair, he can't help but think how pretty you look when your hair falls around your shoulders. He much prefers the look of the silk ribbon around your wrists, making sure the ends are even and the bow is tied in perfect loops. Your glossy lips look divine as they drop open in a moan as he pushes into your tight cunt, obsessed with the way your walls pulsate around his leaking cock. And the way you call out his name in that wobbly tone, so different from the low hisses you usually give him, has him gritting his teeth to will himself not to shoot his load so soon. His mind is as loopy as your bows when he buries his face in your neck, huffing at the smell of vanilla cherry and sweat and sex on your skin. He feels like he's in paradise, and even the low tones of Lana's voice filling the room doesn't take away anything from the moment.

Don't question him when that pink ribbon around your wrists goes missing after this, because there is no way in hell he isn't taking that home with him too.

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