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gayspock · 2 years ago

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ok im into generations

right so i wasnt sute about this one bc ok as ive said im not a huge tng fan + combine that with what ive heard about kirk in this one im kinda really scared 3:

also update: we got to order indian which my family usually arent onboard with but... :3 idc... im enjoying it yammy yammyyyyyyy

CAN I ALSO SAY. IM THE FUNNIEST BITCH EVER FOR WATCHING TREK TO STOP BIRTHDAY BLUES AND IT JUST MAKING ME EMO AS HELL ANYWAYS

hi oh MY GOD SHES SO PRRTTY OHHHH MY GODDDD HIII DEMORA HIII GIRLLIEEEE

also god ... this one makes me emo FUCK OFF THE END OF UNDISCOVERED CPUNTRY MADE ME FUCKING EMO GOD FUCKING HELL

god seriously though im trying not to be emo im meant to be watching these to not be emo but it does make me sad sometimes even watching stories like these thinking about where im gonna be if i make it to my 60s onwards like kirk + knowing i wont even have enterprise moments to look back on something something i never lived instead there was just a sad little hollow existence ... you guysknow what i mean. i wish i could be in the stars forever....

also it is funny how like so many of the trek movies are about how washed up kirk is its so fucking funny like we've been doing this bit since motion picture LOL

ALSO WAIT

HANG ON

CONNOR?

CONNOR JUMPSCARE CONNOR ROY JUMPSCARE

fucking connor typica- TIM RUSS?

if theres one thing about tim russ is that he'll be in a star trek showw or movie it doesnt even matter any more-

hi guinan . what the dickens.

also guys i ate too much food tummy hurt

also woag... 78 years later

ALSO YOU GUYS ARE ALL TAKING THE MICK LIKE "DONT TELL ME TUESDAY" WELL CAPTAIN CONNOR ROY DIDNT WANNA GO AFTER THEM KNOWING WHAT HE KNEW ABOUT THE SHIP YOU GUYS JUST BUGGERED OFF

come on kirk lets go girlie

the enterrprise is seriously like the pear wiggler

uhm

ehrm

NO SERIOUSLY IMAGINE BEING SCOTTY HERE ANDTHEY JUST LOSE KIRK

OH GOD IMAGINE BEING CAPTAIN CONNOR ROY. sorry i dont remember his seriouss name

oh fucking hell oh god WHY DID YOU GUYS DO THIS. JESUS FU CKING CHRIST. THIS IS SUCH A HARROWING END I... GOOD FUCKING HEAVENS . LIKE EVN THOUGH I KNOW HES SOMEHOW OKAY I CANT FATHOM IT FOR EVERYONE ELSE. JESUS.

HI WORF

HI RIKER

HI GEORDI

HI TROI

HI CRUSHER

HI DATA

.... hi picard. i guess. 😒

SORRY I FORGOT SHIT I ACTUALLY DO MISS THEM.

also god everyone can we be hoenst i did start to not like data as much not so much because of the show but basically just existing in fan space kind of really started to ruin him as a character for me but i will be honest him pushing bevs into the water and everyone being mad bc he just tried to match their energy yeah okay i feel that data sniff okay

ALSO PICARD SNAPPING. I LIKE IT WHEN HES A CUNT FRANKLY. I HATE IT WHENEVER THEY TRY TO MIDDLE GROUND IT WITH HIM. LOSER BEHAVIOUR. HES BEST WHEN HES FUCKING HORRIBLE TO PEOPLE AND I STAND BY THAT NO ON ELSE GETS ME

so is this where they find kirk

you know whats fucked up is spock is still alive somewhere ... ugh thatbreaks my heart SORRY. [looks shy] LIKE ... I ASSUME KIRK DIES BEFORE THE END OF THE MOVIE SO THEY NEVER MEET AGAIN FUCKING FINE DOES ANYONE TELL HIM WHAT HAPPENED THOUGH I'M- im going to kill myself

fucking hell though imagine if you pulled

YAAAYYY SPOOIT HI SPOT HIS PSOT BABY HIII SPOT HIIII SPOT HI BABY HI SPOTHIS SPOT

FUCK OFF

BRING SPOT BACK

CAN WE GET A SPOT CAM

i'll kms

oh god fucking- I FORGOT EMOTION CHIP WAS IN THIS FUCKING MOVIE. KILL YOUTSELVES. I HATE THIS. ITS BEYOND THE WORST FUCKIGN FECISION YVOEU EVE SORRY IM SEEING RED THIS IS WEHY I SHOULDTA HEV WATHCE ok breathe im breathing im normal im in and out breathing

he doesnt keep it thoughdoes he like

ugh

i feel like there is a way to do the emotion chip imagine if theyused it as a metaphor forlike.. masking, maybe and it really just made it all the worse for him and he rejected it bc he- YOU KNOW HES HAD EMOTIONS ALL ALONG THEYRE JUST NO THTE SAME AS YOURS ... I HATE MY LIFE I HATE ALL OF- BONG

me: gosh golly i mean how can i articulate my emotions regarding the emotion chip

also this cunt soran is just dickin about innit also do i just recognise him ta clockwork orange posters (has never seen the actual movie) where else have i seen him has he just got a face on him or what

NO DATA IS SO REAL FOR THIS WHO DOESNT REMEMBER SOMETHING 10 BILLION YEARS AGO AND HAVE A RIGHT GIGGLE

also you'd think regarding the data chip there'd be more of a fuss about him sticking it in considering what occurred to lore

GOD

THE WAY GEORDI DOESNT EVEN FIND HIM FUNNY. CLASSIC. AS IT SHOULD BE. THATS NOT OUR DATA IS IT NOW.

thatbing said im also a little sad like hes just learnt humour ITS RATHER NOVEL TO HIM . SORRY IF THAT MAKES ME SICK TO DEFEND IT.

okay there we go a complicat- JESUS THAT SUBTLE EFFECT ON HIS MOUTH THAT WAS SCARY DONTDO THAT EEEK HEAVENS

OH GOOD HEAVENS

THIS TIME IN: DATA LEARNS WHAT FEAR IS

THATS SO FUNNY SORRY i shouldnt laugh

eek.

you know what thats also funny to think about how like picard and such would have like super HD pics of them as kids do you know what i mean because when i see older people i think god theres only shitty pics of you when you were little bc cameras wont commonpla-

uhm

sorry picard is crying

i feel uncomfortable

dont fucking do that im a capricorn i w

oh jesus what the fuck . oh good fucking heavens i . I FUCKING HELL CAN I SAY IF I WAS A COUNSELOR LIKE TROI I'D KILL MYSELF A MILLION TIMES IM SO UNCOMFORTABL PLEASE FUCKING HELP ME

OH DEAR LORD

"the closest i'd get to having a child of my own" wyou've got some juice in you old man come on get fucking then

UGH OF COURSE PICARD HAS SOME FUCKING GRANDIOSE FUCKING FAMILY LINE. WHY. i thought it made more sense him being a smalltown little farmer or whatever. ANYWAY HE SHOULD BE LIKE ME. MY GRANDAD DROVE LORRIES FOR ASDA.

anyway what i was sayinh oh yes the pictures its strange i guess thinking about them being so farin the future sometimes when it comes to little things

what i will say is the second a klingon woman shows up with brilliant cleavage im like on my knees begging and i dont even know what for half the time im just like [whining noise] .. uhm. god i hope people dont read these lbs anyways

can we be nice to geordi for once- MORE NORMALYOU'LL END UP ON YOUR ASS CUNT

YEESH

CUNTYOU KLNOW WHATS ABNORMAL IS YOUR FUCKING HAIRLINE ITS GIVING JEFF WINGER FROM COMMUNITY sorry

GEORDI IS MY BEST FUCKING FRIEND

if i was data and i was feeling emotions for the first time i'd be crying throwing up being sick gaspig for geordi. i know this because im doing it anyways and im not even involved really

OKAY NO YEAH

YEAH ME TOO

I'D BE LIKE KMS JUST DO IT I HATE THIS SO ME BESTIE

PICARD

PICARD LET HIM FUCKING GO BEDDY BYES AREGHGHHH

also again me watching trek movies to escape my existential dread but good heavens every single time they get super existential wrt time and whatnot STOP IT. QUIT IT OUT

"the only engineer in starfleet that doesnt go to engineering" HELP LEA HIM AL-GJA0-GKAGKS[DGOSD[GOSDG

I JUST. LOVE. SCANNING FOR LIFE FORMS

ok his cute little doo doo doo okay

THESE KLINGON WOMAN SO HOT

god it wouldnt be a star trek movie if we didnt blow the shit out of the enterprise

dont get me wrong her hair is gorgeous still but ugh i wish troi got to have her little curlie whirlies

i need the klingon woman to

sorry

stop sentence

theyve exploded now so i'll behave

also we're like an hour in and kirk hasnt reappeared which makes this hysterically funny if theyre going to have him pop up again for 0,2 seconds and then axe him like jesus christ way to kill him off thats so funny like is any of this worth it im bewildered

TBY THE WAY THE ENTERPRISE CRASHING IS SO FUNNY BECAUSE I SWEAR DOWN THEYVE REUSED THE SAME FOOTAGE OF IT CRASHING AND THEN CUTTING INTO ALL THE DRAMA ON THE SHIP ITSELF BUT LIKE, DOES IT MAKE SENSE THE FOOTAGE OF THE SHIP ITSELF ON THE EXTERIOR VIEW WILL BE LOOPING ITS POSITION HELP

also i said it earlier but i cant tell if soran(?) actually does look like jeff rom community or if im just focussing on the hairline am i crazy

HANG ON I WENT TO GOOGLE TO SEE IF ANYONE ELSE THOUGHT IT AND THE CUNT WAS IN COMMUNITY WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU ON ABOUT

WHEN

I MEAN GRANTED IM TALKING MORESO ABOUT THE RESEMLANCE WITH HIM IN THIS MOVIE RATHER THAN HIM BEING OLDERHANG ON7

CAPTAIN picard waking up in - oh my god............. this is scary

NO THIS IS SCARY IM TERRIFIED

DONT DO THAT

ITHIS IS SCARTY

IM SCARED OF CHILDREN LOVING THEIR FATHERS

whos his wifey okay

generic woman thats so funny . kill yourself beverly crusher

rene ... sorry its so easy to forget picard is literally FRENCH with a BRITISH accent. double homicide. christ

hi guinan

also okay lets talk more about this movie. gusy lets talk about this movie.

"but these are all mine" is such a hysterically funny way to think of your kids

PA PA. HELP ME BUILD MY CARSTLE. PA PA FANK YOU FOR THE DOLLS. SHE IS VERY BEAUTIFUL. GOD PICARD IM SORRY BUT I CANT COPE WITH YOUR KIDS victorian ASS CHILDREN AND YOU DONT EVEN GIVE A RATS ASS ABOUT YOUR WIFE . FUCKING HLL PICARD. TRUE MIRROR OF YOUR PSYCHE

NOW KIRK FINALLY REAPPEARS WHAT IS HE JUST.... CHOPPING WOOD THIS IS SO FUNNY

aww he has a doggy and a clock with bones and-

HELP OF COURSE THEY GAVE JAMES A RANDOM WOMAN TOO THIS IS SO FUNNY ANTONIA WHO THE HELL IS ANTONIA GOD BLESS US ALL ITS SO FUNNY AS IF

i love kirk im sorry i stand by it when he just fucking has a new woman every fucking day of the week why not .. have fun

THIS IS SO FUNN Y I DONT KNOW WHY I ASSUMED KIRK WOULD HAVE A BIGGER ROLE IN THIS GOD BLESS

"youre a starfleet officer. you have a duty." I MEAN HE WAS LIKE... LITERALLY KIND OF RETIRING MAN IN FAIRNESS.

why are they bonding over their lack of families . lonely middleaged men well. theres a solution like well

maybe boost . sorry not boost. "boost". i mean but the ghosts that boost reported. were right. and they should just have gay sex here to solve their problems . fill the holes in your hearts and the holes well i didnt say that who said that

AGAIN i guess they didnt want to isolate the audiences or whatever but god wouldnt it just . i dont know work better if you even chose carol and david or something like FUCKING ANTONIA. HELP. AND IS ANTONIA IN THE ROOM RIGHT NOW

OH MY GOD

HORSEGIRLS

STAR TREK EQUESTRIA NEW SERIES CALLED IT

I LOVE IT HEN MEN ARE HORSEGIRLS

aww the horsies love e- GUYS THE HORSIES LOVE EACH OTHER AND I WAS ABOUT TO GET WEEPY THINKING-

OKAY SO MY THOUGHT PROCESS JUST NOW WAS WAHH THE HORSES ARENT REAL THEYRE IN THE NEXUS > BUT OH GOD EVEN IF THEY WERENT THE HORSES ARENT REAL ITS A MOVIE > BUT WAIT OH MY GOD THE HORSES ARE REAL ACTUALLY IN REAL LIFE THEYRE NOT JUST A PROJECTION > OH FUCKING GOD THESE HORSES ARE PROBABLY LONG DEAD

SORRY

"dont let them do anything stay there" KIRK YOU ARE THE REASON THEYRE FUCKING WHEELING PATRICK STRWART AROUND FOR A THIRD SEASON IN 2023 YOU FUCKING MENACE

THANK GOD YOU MENTION SPOCK

sorry

PICARD ARE YOU EVEN GOING TO MENTION SPOCK IS STILL ALIVE AND THAT YOURE BESTIES WITH HIS LATE FATHER

and bones could be too i dont know he was alive in ep 1 of tng but frankly well yeah

WOAHHH HI KIRK

HES JAMES T KIRK. BITCH

so is james t kirk literally going to die HERE now because thats so funny imagine that youre stuck in limbo for 80 years and then you get out and instantly eat shit i mean theres a way to do that gracefully i think but this obviously well

SORRY I FEEL LIKE IM GOING INTO THIS WITH A PRECONCIEVEDNOTION ARENT I BUT ITS HARD NOT TO

also why do so many of kirks lines sound... whats the word? recorded and added back in later?i forget the term but it sou-

DID KIRK

STRAIGHT UP JUST

IN .2 SECONDS

I DONT KNOW WHY I

I EXPECTED LIKE SOME FANFARE DID HE JUST

HI IS KIRK DEAD DID I EVEN

CAN I PROCESS THAT KIRK IS DEAD? AM I ALLOWED TO?

HEY GUYS?

BLOW UP. BITCH. 4JESUS OKAY SO NOW WE

OKAY SO KIRKIS LIKE FUCKING

RIGHT FINE JESUS OK........

"IT WAS FUN. <3" #DIES

god how are we... are we just burying him here, too? like good lord i dont know what i expected cant we... i dont know. christ . it feels so messed up to see kirk die and have a moment with PICARD sbeing the only person just standing over his grave and for him-

SORRY I MEAN THIS IS IRONIC BECAUSE KIRK WAS ALSO A CRIMINAL ABOUT THIS BUT I DONT TAKE AS MUCH OFFENCE WITH TOS BECAUSE THATS JUSRT SORT OF TOS YOU KNOW BUT IM STILL VERY GRUMPY About picard in general + how hes used within tng anyways god i

data....?

SPOT?

SPOT ARE YOU OKAY

THANK GOD THANK FUCKING GOD

OH THANK FUCKING GOD OH CHRIST IM GOING TO CRY NO SHUT UP. THIS CAT IS FIGHTING FOT ITS LIFE

i will also say going back its always so funny how they do that bit with like ahhh damn the starfleet officers cant have families bc im sure theyve touched upon it with riker too but also like. thats just what makes sisko the fucking best isntit . HAHAHAAHHAHAAH., GOT EM

thanks riker. swing your big dick aaround

also can i be honest i didnt care about enterprise d being destroyed. smirk. there i said it. i wept in search for spock i will say i will profess to that but that was like real thi wasn stop imr emeebring

MOVIE OVER?

#Egg.txt #STAR TREK LIVEBLOG #UNDESCRIBED IMAGE

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edsbev · 5 years ago

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when bev joins the losers, she hangs around bill and ben the most. mike is always nice to talk to, cheery and amicable, everything is kind of easy with him. stan is a little weird but he’s sweet and she likes hearing him talk passionately abt his birds. richie seems like the last person she would ever want to talk to, at first. but she works out pretty quickly that everything that comes out his mouth is just air. that you only have to peel back a layer or two to find the boy who shares his cigarettes with her, cracks a joke in her direction to cheer her up because he can sense when she’s sad.

but she doesnt talk to eddie. its not that she doesnt want to, its just that eddie is always kind of attached to richie’s side, shrieking laughing at all of richie’s bad voices. or hovering around bill like an animated little fly. one time, she had found herself the target of one of eddie’s rants. they’d been in the clubhouse and he’d started to rant about how they needed to sand the wooden support beams because they could all get splinters if they didnt. and he was so caught up in it that he didn’t realise she was only one looking at him, listening to him, until he was finished. and once he realised, he had gone red, and turned away.

so bev thinks that eddie doesnt want to talk to her. which kind of sucks, a lot. and she doesnt even know why it sucks so much. because he’s just like...a tiny little rude boy (and she laughs at herself when she thinks that but she doesnt know how else to describe him) just this tiny stressed kid with a surprisingly foul mouth. who likes playing loogie with richie and berating them all for not wearing sunscreen. but sometimes she thinks he’s like her. in what way, though, she doesnt know. its just, sometimes, when he thinks no one’s looking, she’ll see his face change. watch as it falls. he’ll look tired. he’ll look sad. and then one day he tells them all about his mother, his chest heaving, his expression all twisted up, and it all makes sense. and suddenly she’s never wanted to know someone so badly in her life.

do you wanna hang out tomorrow? she finally musters up the courage to ask one day. just you and me? eddie has his face tilted up to at her, he’s so little, and there’s something so surprised about his expression that he almost looks scared. “oh, yeah, sure,” he says, words all stuttery and unsure. he nods with a little more confidence, “okay.” bev smiles at him. and that night she climbs up onto richie’s roof with richie and asks him, basically, what the hell she should talk to eddie about. because she wants eddie to like her, and one thing she knows about eddie is that he very much likes richie. so sue her. richie just laughs and tells her that eddie likes dirty jokes. and so she and richie brainstorm a bunch of jokes she can tell eddie tomorrow. even though bev knows that the dirty jokes that richie tells eddie have a 50/50 chance of being met with a beep beep, or laughter.

and the next day she meets up with eddie at the aladdin. and she greets him almost immediately with a dirty joke, to break the ice, because he had looked nervous, shuffling feet, fidgety hands. and he laughs. not quite the shrieking laughter that only ever seems to come out around richie. but its genuine laughter nonetheless. and his smile stays on his face long after it. and bev thinks she has it figured out. she just has to be a little crude, maybe rant about some sort of health and safety codes, and eddie will like her. and they can open up to each other. but then, when she asks what he wants to do, eddie suggests that they go for a walk through the dog park, just a few streets away, because he likes petting the dogs. but then eddie offers to buy her ice cream for her when she comes up a few cents short (“dont worry about it,” he’d said, licking at his own ice cream, placing his change into her hand with his sticky fingers. “i have a lot of change. i stole it from ma.”) but then eddie points out a funny looking car on the street and excitedly tells her that he’s always wanted a car like that, talks to her passionately about cars in general until he realises what he’s doing and cuts himself off, looking bashful, until she nudges him to continue. and he smiles at her brightly and he does.

but then eddie is this sweet, gentle kid, amongst being his usual Little Stressed Rude Boy self and she realises that she just really fucking likes him. its not just that their lives are so similar, two shades of the same colour. even though that definitely leaves a sort of sense of mutual understanding between them. she just likes being around him. unfortunately, it seems like it takes eddie a little longer to warm up to her to the same extent she’s warmed up to him. he tells her later, once theyre really close, that he had actually been a little intimidated by her. (”i thought you were so cool,” he says. “you don’t think i’m cool now?” bev asks. eddie grins. “nah. i think youre a nerd.” and bev laughs, because thats fair enough, but also a little bit rich coming from the kid wearing a calculator watch).

but they do become close. bev opens up to eddie about her dad one night, when its just the two of them in clubhouse. everyone else has gone home. he’s sitting in the hammock. and he looks at her with that same expression, when she starts talking. the one where he’s so surprised he looks scared. but then his expression softens. and he looks sympathetic. he looks sad. he looks angry. and when she’s done, the first thing eddie says is “i hate your dad” with a little sad smile. “he sucks.” and it makes her laugh a little. he’s the first person shes ever told all of this to, but she thinks she already prefers that reply to every other reply she’s going to get. she says, in reply, “i hate your mom. she sucks.” and eddie’s face scrunches up for a second, like he’s going to defend her. but he ends up laughing too. and then theyre both laughing. like their lives are the world’s best joke. “our parents suck,” eddie says, his laughter still all over his face. and the way he says that - “our parents” - has bev imagining, for a moment, that they share the same parents. that theyre a pair of lost siblings who have found each other. who are going through the same thing. it feels that way. “they do,” she says. “wanna get new parents?” and eddie smiles and says “how about no parents? then we dont have to have a bedtime.” bev replies, “i like your thinking.” and eddies smile stretches even wider, like he’s glad she likes his idea, before he says, eyes lighting up as he’s hit with a thought, “hey, can you teach me that around the world yo-yo trick you were doing before?” which is the first time hes ever initiated that they do something together. like he figures they’re bonded now. and then eddie’s one of her best friends in the whole world.

(“you ever just want to love and protect eddie with your whole life?” bev asks richie later that night, while theyre smoking up on his roof again. richie lays back, his voice half muffled by his cigarette. “yeah,” he says, without missing a beat. bev feels all giddy and excited. she had spent an hour with eddie in the clubhouse, teaching him yo-yo tricks. and when he had to leave, he’d asked if she wanted to ride home with him. “i feel like we were family in another life,” bev continues to richie. and richie snorts. “what, like he was your husband or something?” he asks, and that thought almost makes bev recoil “no. like we were related,” she says. like she was his sister or his mother or his aunt or his cousin. richie blows out smoke through his lips. “oh,” he says, “guess our similarities end there.” and bev laughs. she’d figured).

#edbev #w minor bevchie and reddie #i rlly just meant this to be a short headcanon but once i started i couldnt shut up #i just love them so much #i honestly shouldve written this as a oneshot and made it prettier but oh well #long post #mine #will force my sibling edbev agenda everywhere i go #my writing

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geffenrecords · 4 years ago

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ayo lee 👀 what's a craig n kenny n what r ur thoughts

rai ilysm im holding ur hand rn thank u for letting me yell

so i mention it a lot but craig and kenny....homies. like they have such a fun roommate dynamic. theyre really only friends outside of school tbh. theyll be partners in like gym or whatever but they have their own respective friend groups and r okay with that :-) but they live in like....the same neighborhood? [it's been hinted at in a few eps tht craigs family is like....not poor but they r seen walking out of da welfare office in here comes the neighborhood and cartman says that according to his math, now that kennys gone craig is now the poorest at school in the new kid but honestly cartman cant do math hes a gayass loser and south park's canon is shit so take that all with what you will]

but they really only become friends bc craigs mom is like go play outside!!! u cant just sit in ur room all day!!! and craigs pissy bc he Wants to sit in his room all day so he just kinda wonders around and maybe his mom would make him go play with kenny [assuming it's when theyre younger like. 8 or 9] or maybe they would meet on their own.....probably the first one lol.

craig doesnt want to be friends bc he knows kenny is part of stans gang and he cant stand them [and i cannot blame him] but kenny is....very nice. theyre just a scruffy little guy who jumps in puddles and always has a bandaid in a new place every week and likes to collect bugs and craig is like God ...but hes friends with clyde so hes not that fazed lol......

kenny just makes craig do shit so obvs his mom adores kenny. like if he has the option craig will just sit in his room all day but kenny always makes him go do something.....whether it's making newspaper boats to race in the stream or kenny just coming over to hang out in his room to listen to him talk while holding stripe bc listen kenny is such a good listener. theyre so quiet and if u bring up the right topic [space......] craig will NOT shut up and kenny likes to listen. just sitting there holding da gieuna pig listening to craig like 👁👁

kenny is v messy as i mentioned too.....craig is but it's just bc he literally doesnt care kenny kind of has an aesthetic but craig is like I Do Not See It. kenny likes drawing on stuff and sometimes he convinces craig to let them draw on his arm and they come out of craigs room lookin like those doodlebears from like.....2015 or some shit i really dont remember lol.

also south park is a quaint little forest town bc i said so and they definitely go exploring in the woods. sometimes clyde or tweek will come with them [kenny gets along with everybody but craig cannot STAND kyle stan or cartman.....] and kenny has an ongoing map shes been making forever.....love tht kid......they map out all the different areas and get craig to name them weird things bc they think it's So funny......but mostly it's just craig following with a bunch of shit in his backpack as kenny just fucking tears through the forest in their big ass boots......they have a few spots they like to sit and rest ig. they always say theyll build a little clubhouse or spend the night out there sometime but they would get too scared to actually go thru with it. but they do go stargazing a lot and THATS usually when tweek comes with them.

tweek n kenny r cool. craig wont ever tell but kenny gives him a lot of ideas for """""romantic""""" stuff to do w tweek. butters and kenny love sappy romance stories [so does clyde solidarity] so kenny always makes offhand remark about sweet things to do together and craigs like wait yeah...oh my god.......kenny just gives good advice in general. like fr. most of the time its craig rambling but kenny is so smart and cool......i love them. look at them go.

basically theyre kinda like buzzfeed unsolved

#theyre just like. homies. thts it.#clyde and craig best friendship real kenny has many good friends as well but yknow. they like doing stuff together #also rai ilysm im holding ur hand rn i kiss u thank u for asking me things even tho u know like nothing abt sout parp <3 #sp #rai asks #sorry this is so long i love their dynamic..#i lie down on the floor ooeoooeooooo

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booksandchainmail · 6 years ago

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nanoha vivid liveblog: episode 12

And here’s the finale. At a guess, it’s going to center on Vivio vs. Miura, since that’s been built up for a while and Vivio hasn’t had a serious match yet. I’m kinda disappointed we won’t get an einhart vs. vivio rematch, or harry vs. rio, or get to see sieglinde fight at all, but that’s just a function of not having enough room to fully adapt this arc, and I can’t think of much they could have cut out.

last time through this op

apparently vivio eats all the parts of a complete balanced breakfast

one last nove appreciation post

since i’m pretty sure we won’t see sieglinde fight, it makes sense that she’s the only contestant not portrayed as fighting or in the ring

… this is not a ship I was expecting, but honestly I quite like it

it better, that match was amazing

awwww

... this is just the classic hero-cradling-love-interest position

and sometimes that’s just how it goes. corona losing here doesn’t mean she didn’t work hard or was unworthy in some way.

“No.”

“What?!”

“I mean look at me. I��m in a hospital bed after spending the match getting major internal damage, broken bones, and heart weakness, and I didn’t even win. Fuck this I’m out.”

still want this to be einhart’s nickname

remember how corona described einhart as noble? What she actually meant was STUPIDLY CHIVALROUSLY SELF-SACRIFICING

maybe not the best for the person who beat her to show up before she has a chance to process?

I like the contrast between vivio’s boxer’s stance and rio’s more traditional martial arts posture

I FORGOT LUTECIA WAS IN THIS TOURNAMENT

Do we get to see this? Idk who she’d be fighting, and time’s an issue, so we might just see her briefly curbstomp some background character

awwww, she brought erio and caro with her

It’s weird remembering that theyre all the same age, but lutecia’s in a teenage competition while the two of them are in the TSAB

honestly? OT3 right here

Yeah, random background character. This should be quick.

On the one hand, lutecia is better suited to support or large arenas than this tournament. On the other, she did fine for herself against the TSAB in strikers, so I think she's got this handled

…who?

Wait, I’m remembering something. I think in the manga there was a magician girl with a belkan connection? Didn’t think she was blonde though, and I might be misremembering

that’s sure a mace-staff thing

and her costume’s a lot more traditional magical girl than most

these two!

can this please be the reason sieglinde missed the tournament last year

awww

this is just really good. idk exactly what sieglinde’s deal is, but offering a place+food is always nice, and victoria seems to know she’s appreciate it

does she live further apart than the others?

i just really like these two together. they clearly know each other well, and theres a lot of comfort and ease in how they interact

... OKAY THEN

hmmmm good

and yup, this isn’t even a contest

lutecia’s magic is so fucking cool

i like how smug she is

lutecia knows absolutely what she’s doing. which makes sense, considering she has been in real fights before, so this must all seem fairly relaxed.

and right, lutecia has a whole nother set of powers she can draw on (though they might not allowed in the tournament?)

Okay, so she’s definitely the witch girl I remembered

And we get to see her fight? Nice.

Also, this show was pretty clearly setting up for a second season it didn’t get, which makes me sad.

WHAT THE FUCK

wha? where? how?

holy fuck

well that’s a nightmare and a half

i don’t blame her

this must be so weird from an outside perspective tho

lutecia is not worried at all

... the cute minions do a bit to break her incredibly creepy powers

okay, she’s a witch, and i’m guessing the devil tamer part is her minions, and the black curtain thing was a curse?

please have more of a sense of self-preservation

yeah, let corona deal with this, then meet you on her own schedule. Also, you should get a handle on your own feelings so you don’t make her feel like she has to reassure you about winning

ok, i get the sentiment, but this is how tournaments work, and you are going to have to keep fighitng people. If einhart gets an aversion to other people losing, it’s going to make her falter in a way she can’t afford

still carrying on with klaus’ dream

i do wonder how much of this was him though, and how much is einhart herself shaping her understanding of the shared memories

There’s a part of this that’s just einhart being a kid competing for the first time, but I think a large part of why it’s hitting her so hard is that the whole purpose of this tournament for her was to fight without consequences. Compared to her memories, a structured fight with damage protectors must have seemed risk-free, and the realization that it stills comes with costs, if only emotional, is hard to handle.

Also, given that she has a better grasp on the damage fighting can do than most people here, having enjoyed her matches before must feel deeply wrong to her now that she’s thinking of the consequences on the losers

i’m glad nove doesn’t try to sugarcoat it. competition brings emotional consequences, and you just have to learn how to handle them

or, y’know, you can do what i did and not take it seriously enough to care about losing or to win much

and this is at the heart of what einhart’s been struggling with, because i think she saw fighting as only something dangerous and deadly and ncessary for a long time, and meeting vivio and entering the tournament allowed her to separate out a kind of fighting that was fun and simple and consequence-free, and now she’s realizing things aren’t that black and white

oh i like this montage

einhart really needs to hear this. she’s very used to guilt, and it would be too easy for her to fall into more here.

and framing it as responsibility makes it something einhart can accept

awwww

the return of the most polite of street tournament duelists

good

ooh, einhart and sieglinde have a connection again. I wonder if this is a belka thing? we really don’t know enough about sieglinde to say

also, she still has that popcorn

heh

sieglinde also recognizes einhart, even if only as another fighter

Oooh, we didn’t really see much of it during her match, since she mainly just punched, but it looks like harry uses a rope javelin, which is one of my favorite weapons for pure coolness. It’s also an interesting choice, since you’d expect the delinquent archetype to be using either bar hands or a blunt melee weapon

i love her so much

this is good prep! we haven’t seen much in the way of studying past matches, but i think it’s safe to assume pretty much everyone is doing that

this is miura’s character in a nutshell. she may have started martial arts for the community it gave her, but she loves it for itself now

STOP TEASING THIS CHILD

and that’s the end of the show

and then it didn’t get that second season

Nanoha as a franchise has a history of ending with denouement episodes rather than fights, but here it does feel a little jarring, because there are so many things it could still cover. I guess that’s the downside of adapting a longer manga. That said, I liked everything that was covered in this episode, and in particular einhart’s reaction needed that time. If the show had had one more episode, and maybe cut lutecia’s fight (which mostly just foreshadows fabia), they could have had einhart and corona’s aftermath for the first half, stretched vivio vs. miura into the next episode, and then had ten minutesish for denouement. That said, it’s possible that harry vs. rio happens first in the manga, and they might not have wanted to mess with the ordering. I’ll have a wrapup post on the series as a whole before I start the manga, but I think this was a pretty good adaptation that fell victim to the timeframe of the manga not fitting neatly into twelve episodes.

#nanoha vivid #nanoha vivid liveblog #magical girl lyrical nanoha vivid #magical girl lyrical nanoha #vivid #mahou shoujo lyrical nanoha #long post

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musubiki · 6 years ago

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by the by here some oscar headcanons

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same age as the other 3, ends up getting into the same class as them

the excited sunshine friend (tm)

also surprisngly the most normal out of all of them. the only one with both his parents

the 1st person he runs into is lime and hes excited!!!! dude!!!! long time no see remember me????? were in the same class now how cool is that????????????

he was limes best friend in early middle school. they would get into so. much trouble.

so he is notoriously out of the loop for literally everything thats happened

he sees mochi down the hallway and hes all “Oh my god., iis..is that...mochi palms????” “YEAH shes in our class too”

at first hes a bit playfully mean to her

BC LAST HE KNOWS HER AND LIME WERE MORTAL ENEMIES

lime has to literally stop him from bullying her and let him know that theyre on good terms already chill out

(hes not a bully by nature but him and lime used to tease her in middle school and he was just backing lime fjdksdf)

FORCEFULLY APOLOGIZES TO HER. “IM SORRY LOL,.,.,,, I THOUGHT YOU GUYS WERE STILL ENEMIES IM NOT A JERK I SWEAR”

mochi just kinda laughs it off. its ok. relax

hes a HUGE like. ghost adventures fan. hes always chasing paranormal cryptid shit. but hes not scared of it. he goes and calls the ghosts asshole wimps

hes the only one out of the group that doesnt live in the town. he has to take like a 10 minute bike ride to the nearest bus stop and then its another 10 minute bus ride to the school

he lives in a very rural country setting outside the city. theres a lot of like farms and feild out there, but his parents wanted to live in the clean quiet air kind of place (insp from my neighbor totoro kind of place)

oscar takes wood shop as an elective, and he kind of likes it. hes made a bunch of wooden little projects for fun.

hes also pretty good at carving by hand. once he made a little wodden horse,. it had a dumb looking head and its legs were too short, ubt you win some you learn some nfdksf

sometimes the drama club needs some more specific props. mochi has to go ask him for help because coco is too stubborn. “Can’t we just make it out of like????? cardboard?????/ please???????????” “Or we can have oscar do it for free”

this is because once she asked him and he insisted $300 dollars cash payment. mochi asked him later and hes like “OH sure. np👌” we hate him

HE DOESNT HATE COCO HE JUST JOKES AROUND WITH HER SOMETIMES AND FORGETS TO ADD THE “JUST KIDDING” TO THE END OF IT. SO SHE THINKS HES SERIOUS

him and coco got off on the WRONG ASS FOOT.

1st interaction was when coco was climbing through the window of the classroom, late to class again, with the teacher that hates her. she was trying to be discrete, oscar is sitting right by the window, she has no idea who this new kid even is, tells him “scOOT YOUR ASS BEFORE HE SEES ME”

ofc oscar is like “????? no wtf” AND SHE ENDS UP FALLNIG ON HER FACE. the teacher looks suspiciously in their direction, shes fokojng hiding behind oscar and mochis tables. “WHY ARE YOU MAKING SO MUCH NOISE OVER THERE OSCAR????”

“Uhhh its not me its this chick hiding behind me”

que to coco running out of the room with the pissed off teacher chasing her (eventually she outsmarts him and makes it back to the room,., another teacher has to sub because all the running made the other one faint. coco: 34, teachers: 0)

“Whyd you rat me out like that you piece of fruit????!??!?!?!” “?????!?!????? I DOnt want to get in trouble fix your time managment next time” life is hard when you meet someone = to your sass level

overall hes not a sassy guy though. hes a good hearted kid and a good soul but he can totally ROAST you if you come after him. so HAHA now cocos super irritated by him,. oscar just kinda lets it go and forgets about it within an hour, coco is salty for 700 days.

lime is overjoyed that now someone is here that can actually piss her off

for unknown reasons oscar is supremely capable of pushing her buttons and no one knows how. he doesnt even mean to he can say literally anything and shes annoyed. [confused nick young meme]

his favorite holiday is ALSO HALOWEEN and is the self-proclaimed king of halloween. this sparks the biggest rivalry between two self proclaimed royalty claiming that they go harder on halloween

cocos main interest in the holiday is more of the ‘get free candy, harass young children, tp houses’ vibe, whereas oscars is more,,. ‘im gonna lure out all the ghosts and no one can stop me’

problematic bc coco is actually kind of afriad of ghosts

once mochi and lime had to stay at their shops for part of the night for the trick-or-treaters, so coco and oscar went trick or treating together. oscar LITERALLY had an ouija board and was READY TO CONTACT THE OTHER SIDE,. COCO WAS FREAKED THE HELL OUT “DUDE PUT THAT DEMON SHIT AWAY WTF????????!?!?!?!!!!”

coco is better with makeup but oscars outfits are better quality

he is also the only one to suspect that mochi is more than normal. he cant put his finger on what it is about her exactly but he feels like something is off. his 1st theory was vampire (quickly disproven bc she obviously. goes in the sun. and hes seen her reflection before.

his 2ND AND MAIN THEORY IS PERHAPS 2) MERMAID.

carries around a notebook to record evidence on supernatural and mochi theories.

“okay 1. lives near the ocean, 2. no one knows of her late night activies, 3. never goes in the water, 4. always drinking water SHE MUST BE A MERMAID”

lime is just shaking his fiukcjng head (post-reveal)

once he saw her cat and literally asked her “..........are you a witch?” at first shes SHOOK but then kinda stares at him for a while, before answering “is this another one of your conspiracy theories” “or a mermaid. are you a mermaid?”

not a bad dancer. actually pretty good,

one time mochi and lime go over to his house for a project. his house is near the border of a big forest. mochi never tells him theres powerful forest spirits in there

but his home is a great safehouse later on. sometimes they make the trip out there just to relax in the mountain air. peaceful(tm)

hes the last of the squad to be introduced, but i havent decided if him or coco find out about mochi first. also havent decided on what his power is going to end up

always drops by mochis shop after school for a snack. hes a little hurt because he has to pay for it whereas lime gets stuff for free LMAOO

he can tell pretty easily that mochi is crushing on lime. he teases lime about mochi too. chaotic nuetral “Have you guys hooked up yet?” “HAHA NOOoo wTF are you TALKING about.,..,..”

the bigass weeb. watches anime and cartoons. pretends like hes the edgy cool guy(tm) but hes really not. literally wears a gravity falls shirt. loser

#oscar #the misc adventures of mochi & lime #headcanons #canon #story #text #long post #this is actually kinda long i love him #bullet point post #bpp

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studiobeebo · 6 years ago

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Slowly/Surely

I FINALLY FUCKING WROTE SOMETHING FOR TETSUTETSU AND TSUKIKO!! theyre lowkey my favs so idk why this took so long jgjhg. it might get a second part but i havent decided yet oh well. but ye its super cliche and self indulgent of my love for them but hope someone enjoys anyways jgjhg

This was something Monoma would surely be ashamed of and honestly, Tetsutetsu wasn’t feeling too hot about this either.

It seemed he was on a roll of being pathetic, starting with being too much of a wuss to even introduce himself to the cute girl he’d practically been dreaming about ever since he noticed her cheering him on during the sports festival despite not even knowing him. It took Kirishima noticing how his words would trail off and his eyes would latch onto Tsukiko whenever she walked by to figure out that he had a thing for her, but Tetsu couldn’t tell if Kirishima just happening to be best friends with her was a good thing or a bad thing. Even after Kirishima had practically forced him to eat lunch with him and his friends ‘just this once so he could meet Kiko’, he still wasn’t all that sure about how forward Kirishima was about it. Hell, he practically had to punch him in the face while he sat with them to keep him from blurting out that Tetsu had been silently pining over his horned friend for weeks.

Despite the struggles of Kirishima having a big mouth, it was actually nice to finally meet the girl he’d been thinking about and god was she just as awesome as he imagined she would be. She was bright as the sun and sweet as honey, plus she had to be one of the cutest girls he had ever seen and her small stature just made him want to pick her up and hug her. Yeah, he was a tad bit lovestruck, and no matter how loud the side of his brain that was saying ‘Gross! Man up and get rid of all these mushy thoughts!’ got, the side that was absolutely smitten with this girl he hardly knew was so much louder.

Still, he bided his time, telling himself he was just waiting for the right time and place to start talking to her, but that never happened. Perfect opportunity after perfect opportunity to speak with her was placed out before him, yet he could never bring himself to take those first steps. All it took was the sound of her cheerful voice yelling a happy ‘Morning Tetsutetsu!’ from across the hall when he’d see her and his heart was already a wreck, seeming to have sealed his lips, maybe to keep him from saying something stupid, and instead send an awkward and pretty lame wave her way before she was off. He was starting to get sick of himself, to be completely honest, and that was the reason he found himself awkwardly lingering around the classroom entrance to class 1-C.

While his focus may or may not have been on Tsukiko the day he had eaten lunch with Kirishima and all his friends, he did talk to everyone else and take note of a few things, one of those things being that Tsukiko and the American girl ‘Maile’ seemed to be pretty close. They weren’t nearly as close as the other, more aggressive and slightly threatening American seemed to be with Maile, but he could tell by their vibrant chatter that they got along pretty well. Even outside of class when he would see some other 1-C or 1-A students, he noticed that if Tsukiko wasn’t with Kirishima, she was usually with Maile. So naturally instead of, you know, just starting a conversation with the lighthearted girl herself, he decided his best course of action was to ask Maile about her instead. As a few students began to trickle into the classroom that morning, he was starting to realize how weird this was because of the odd looks he was given for just waiting outside a classroom that wasn’t his own, but he was happy to finally catch sight of that blonde hair that stood out pretty well. Unfortunately, however, he barely had a chance to open his mouth before he was shoved to the side by someone he hadn’t even seen beforehand.

“Get lost b-list loser.” An annoyed voice rang out only for him to look down and realize it was the less pleasant ‘other American’, who’s name he had forgotten, as she moved past him into the classroom.

“Sorry, her alarm went off early and she couldn't sleep so now she’s extra grumpy..” A kinder, more familiar voice reached him and he was happy to look up to see an apologetic face.

“That’s okay, she’s kinda...always like that, right?” He questioned, honestly not knowing much about the girl other than what Kirishima had told him.

“Yuup, give or take. It just depends. Were you looking for Mr. Yamada?” She asked, moving off to the side so she wasn’t in the way of the other people trying to get into the classroom and watching as he followed suit, noting the odd blush that bloomed on his cheeks that definitely didn’t match the weirdly determined and serious look on his face.

“I was actually looking for you!” He somewhat yelled, as if he were currently physically forcing the words to leave his lips as he continued. “Er, I guess I was going to ask you about something.”

“Something?” She questioned, finding this encounter to be becoming weird and weirder since she’d only ever really talked to him once or twice, so she couldn’t think of anything he would have to ask. “Go ahead I guess.”

For a moment he seemed to hesitate as she sat patiently waiting for his response only for him to lean down a bit and speak in a tone that she was guessing was meant to be a whisper, but it really wasn’t. “I was going to ask you about, uh, Tsukiko. About the kinds of things she likes and...stuff..” He faltered, trailing off as he realized he didn’t really know exactly what he was asking for. Maybe it was dumb to ask, but he just felt like if he knew what to say or what to talk about when speaking to Tsukiko, then maybe he could actually work up a conversation with her without getting too nervous.

Maile hummed, not even thinking about the implications of his question at first, but as she went to ask why he didn’t just ask her himself, the puzzle of a blushing face, hushed voice, and heartfelt determination that stood before her suddenly made sense. It was ironic considering how Kiko could have easily been his biggest fangirl in the school without even knowing him and here he was not even knowing just how often she would gush about a boy she had only met once, so it was hard for her not to laugh. Still, seeing the look of embarrassment grow on his face made her realize he was probably already nervous enough and laughing at him definitely wouldn’t help as she simply shook her head and smiled.

“I guess I could help you out a bit. Though it’s probably gonna take longer than the amount of time you have to stand in front of our classroom before she gets here.”

As if on cue, the sound of the rather loud conversation shared between Kirishima and Tsukiko could be heard from the other end of the hallway. The first thing Tetsu thought was that he would have killed to have a connection with Tsukiko like Kirishima had, he made it seem so easy after all, but Maile was right about his bad timing. e got the first step of his ‘plan’ out of the way though, now all that was left was the hard, or harder, part.

“Right! I guess we could talk at lunch!” He said, a more genuine smile that wasn’t as nervous lighting up his face as he gave her a thumbs up.

“Sure, sounds good to me. Talk to you later then!” She responded, returning the thumbs up before making her way into the classroom and to her seat, somewhat ignoring the rude questioning of Mira asking what ‘the lame version of Kirishima’ wanted.

While it wasn’t much of a conversation, he had to admit he did feel a bit better about the whole situation and had hopes that maybe this would help settle his thoughts and emotions. That was, until he turned around to head to his own class only to run right into the girl in question.

“Oh hey Tetsutetsu! Sorry ‘bout that, what’s up?” She asked, that same sweet smile gracing her lips as she took a step back to make some space between the two before her face got too hot.

“I was..I had to talk to Kirishima about something!” He blurted out, stating the first name that stupidly popped into his head and regretting it only seconds later.

“Oh! Well he’s..in Class 1-A, this is 1-C.” She spoke politely, trying not to make him think she was treating him like an idiot, she had just assumed he knew what class Kirishima was in by now.

“Right, I..forgot. About the classes I mean. Like where they are. Er, I mean where- where Kirishima’s classroom is...but I remember now, so..” He sputtered out, doing a perfectly horrible job of covering for himself, but the small laugh his words earned from Tsukiko made it somewhat worth it.

“Ohh, okay! I guess I’ll see you later then, have a good rest of your day though!” She said, giving him one last smile before finally moving past him and letting the giddy smile on her face grow to its full potential once she was out of his view.

Okay, so his meeting with Maile really hadn’t helped much with settling his emotions, judging by how hot his face now felt. Still, he was now on square one, which was one square ahead of where he was before, so all that was left was to keep moving, maybe slowly, but surely forward until there were no squares left to step on.

#mha #mha oc #my oc #tsukiko kojima #tetsutetsu tetsutetsu #tetsukiko

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rainscribe · 3 years ago

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RP Drabble: Letters to Derek

<blockquote>characters: John Egbert (Jade’s universe, Homestuck), Various other characters relationship: John/Derek words: 7,491 location: Monster-au-stuck rating: Mature warnings: mentions of sexual content/desire, some violence mentions, but not delved into, mentions of an age-difference relationship. rough draft, un-betad summary: John goes on a trip to find all the trolls (except 2), and figure out what the hell he’s doing with his life through writing letters to the person his life has centered on for the past months. </blockquote>[[MORE]]<blockquote>june 17dear derek, </blockquote> so. jade said i should write you letters while you were gone and at first i  thought that was really dumb? but then a part of me was like, fuck yeah! i’ve never written a letter before. there was no need to, right? yet i always wanted to! even in middle and high school i would try really hard to get pen pals because that was the only way i could write letters. those never panned out. /: anyway, so i guess i’m just going to tell you how my trips are going! first of all, i haven’t actually traveled out of state yet? i’m on a bus right now heading out, but jade and dave kind of thought i already left to go to far off places. so i told them! hah. (dave kissed me goodbye. it was terrible. you should kiss me when you get back so i remember what good kisses are like.) i get distracted way too much. point is! i met some of the local trolls in this area. and a guy who kind of reminded me of you? but a looooooot younger and clearly has not gone through the same shit as you. and also a guy who was kind of shy but seemed cool. then there was this DOUCHEBAG of a SLEEZE. like seriously he was hitting on me the whoooooollllle time i was at latula’s auto repair shop. she was really cool! she knew karkat, this really funny, shouty troll that’s basically married to ava (you didn’t hear this from me, though!) wait. do you even know about trolls? like this is not the magical supernatural kind of troll. this is the alien kind of troll with candy corn horns and gray skin. eh, i’ll probably inform you about them before you even get this! if i give it to you. i probably should. the mail should always be delivered to its recipient! alright but so there was the douchebag whose name was cronus and he had an unlit cigarette in his mouth? he’s so weird. and he has scars like harry potter but he is such a fraud. i could kick his ass. i would have too! but this guy named horuss (another troll! 0: ) stopped me. and latula. there were like these three trolls around the area of the mechanic shop. and you know how much of a douchebag cronus was? well, he did kind of introduce me to meenah and porrim who are pretty radical people in their own right! he was like, ‘hey john, i bet you want to meet some a grade ladies.’ i kind of rolled my eyes, and reminded him that i was taken! he was just like, ‘that’s ok, that’s ok. these are trolls. i know how all about trolls you are.’ then he takes me out. like to dinner. he literally did. but i couldn’t say no? because he was going to take me to meet some troll ladies. i made sure of that. also, the restaurant he took me to was high grade shit. i feasted that night. and maybe got a little tipsy off of some really bubbly champagne? it was so light, my tongue danced. damn. i really need to remember what it was called? because i want you to try it! afterwards, his friends stumbled upon us, singing and laughing on the street towards their establishment. meenah was mad at me for some reason? i can’t remember but she still let me sleep on her couch. she’s very prickly towards me and then she stuffs my face full of pancakes. it’s hilarious. porrim is a bit more mature? but then she kicks everyone’s ass at mario kart. even latula! it was hilarious. then she and latula

got in a cuddle pile while meenah and cronus hooted before getting kicked out. it was kind of awkward to stick around after that! so i grabbed this bus, and i’m taking it down to las vegas. B) ill tell you all about it! im really more interested about the magic shows than the gambling, although, i’m curious to try my luck. o:love,johnnote: i wonder how good rose would be at gambling? note 2: the champagne was called ca’del bosco cuvee prestige brut, franciacorta for future reference! <hr><blockquote>june 19dear derek, </blockquote> heh i almost wrote deer. deer derek. that would be the exact opposite of what you are. so cute i’d eat you all up. and out. in a sexual innuendo-y way? damn. vegas is... not the best place to go alone? it basically throws it in your face that you’re a loser and alone. there’s strippers in pretty much every gambling house, and it’s like yeah ok that’s nice and all, but my boyfriend is so much hotter and i’d rather see him stripping? not that i stayed and watched. it was... awkward. uh. yeah... the magic shows were really cool, though! although... most of them weren’t reeealyl magic. but that’s the cool thing! theyre pretendin g to be magicians through sligth of hand and like foolin everyone. it’s ridicuoulously funny! i hahaha m laughi n too much. everything is hilarioius. hilarious. hiclarious. shit im too durnk to finsh this. looooovvev you wow that was embarrassing. i actually fell asleep on this letter. i’m so glad i’m not handing this over. this is amazingly embarrassing. las vegas is cool but bring a friend. moral of the story. love,john<hr><blockquote>june 21dear derek,</blockquote> i met kanaya. i feel like that should be a sentence in and of itself. its importance is there on the table for you to take it up, or just let it stay. in this case you’re going to pick it up because kanaya? is so amazing. like you’re amazing, but then kanaya is Amazing. she uses a fucking chainsaw to do like tree designs? she is a lumberjack in disguise as the classiest sith in existence? i feel like rose would have fun trying to figure out how that happened. speaking of rose she’s the one who told me to go meet her? as a favor for jade who knew karkat who is a worry wart. literal worry wart. he is a wart. but kanaya fed me and made me tea and was very nice in general even when i trolled her and she had nooooo clue! i pranked her. i know it was wrong. it’s bad manners to prank someone in their own house! but she was asking for it, derek! she was so... so... like okay she is sassy. the SASSIEST. but then she like stands so upright and makes you feel like you’re wearing a potato sack. which i would look amazing in. kanaya is just jealous that i can make a potato sack look good! >:) i just HAD to prank her. and when the bucket landed on her head... she blushed SO HARD. i took a picture. i sent it to karkat. his reaction was JUST AS HILARIOUS. like look at this shit: Karkat: JOHN. I’M GOING TO POLITELY ASK YOU TO FUCKING BLOCK ME FROM YOUR PHONE. FOREVER. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST. he actually blocked me! i can’t believe it!! rude!!! <hr><blockquote>june 23dear derek,</blockquote> i’m in texas!! i feel like i had to write you a special letter from this special state that you were in for like... twenty years? nineteen? i’m not even sure how long you were here for. anyway, so karkat finally unblocked me. long enough to school me in why it was rude to send bucket pictures of someone he regards as a friend (and maybe more?? he didn’t make it very clear.) to him. i guess it threw him in such a good yelling spree that ava says i’m banned from their house. :( i’m waiting at the airport right now. my flight should be here in a bit. i’m going to florida because that’s where the zombie apocalypse is going to start and i need to know the layout of the land, but

it’s kind of boring here. annnnd i may be in a grumpy mood because all of these people meeting and hugging is making me irritated. maybe it’s because i know i probably won’t get a similar greeting from you? that’s gross, i know. ew, john, pda. besides, jade and dave will greet me. maybe i’ll kiss dave. show him how a kiss should really be! not in front of willow, though. the poor child. we must protect her from the pda. my flight isn’t for another hour, and i’m so bored. i don’t even have anything interesting to write about except that i’m in texas. maybe i’ll draw you something? [insert badly drawn art of a wolf] hahaha that fucking sucks. sweet bro and hella woof. [new drawing of sweet bro on a hella jeff wolf] look at this fucking amazing drawing. it should be in l’ouvre. right? right? ... what... the fuck... WHAT THE FUCK, DEREK. HOW DID DAVE’S SHITTY WEBCOMIC TURN INTO A MOVIE. I WAS JUST LAUGHING ABOUT THIS, AND I LOOK UP AND THERE’S SHITTY JPEG PIXELATION OF SWEET BRO AND HELLA JEFF ON A BILLBOARD. how did his webcomic make it to this world??? IS YOUR LIL BRO RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS SHIT?? what the hell. what has come over the world that they would pay twenty bucks to see his webcomic come to life. holy shit. oh. well... that was an interesting way of wasting an hour. i’ll talk to you later.love you, john<hr><blockquote>june 24dear derek, </blockquote> FLORIDA IS TERRIBLE AND AMAZING ALL AT ONCE. seriously, though? fuck florida. i’m pretty sure everyone i met is secretly a crocodile. especially this toothy detective i stumbled upon. quite literally. i was just minding my own business being a tourist and she comes over like you just committed a crime! and i said what? because i’m pretty sure i wasn’t even JAYWALKING. and she said that she was pretty sure loitering around like a bumbling dunce was a crime in her jurisdiction and i said well if that’s the case then you should arrest yourself! (ooooooo!) she laughed. swallowed her donut. (whole! the whole fucking thing. i am not even lying. you can see it in action yourself!) then went to her police car, which was actually being driven by someone else. she’s blind, you see! which makes no sense on how she would know i was loitering! here i was hoping florida would be nice. :( but i guess it’s true. all floridians are secretly crocodiles. love, john<hr><blockquote>june 25dear derek, </blockquote> terezi pyrope is terrible. utterly. terrible. you know what the first thing she said to me was? like after the whole loitering business in the previous letter. she said, “ew, smells like dog.” and then she pinched her nose. like seriously? how rude! i mean, at that point she kind of knew i was a werewolf. see. she, well, she... alright! she fucking caught me naked, and was like that’s illegal and profane, get in the car. cause i guess she’s a cop detective. whatever. see what happened was... i didn’t have a hotel to sleep in? and i was like no big deal! i can live in the great outdoors in fucking florida and be fine! that was SUCH a stupid idea, derek, you have NO idea. first off, let me repeat myself. FLORIDA IS TERRIBLE. there’s CROCODILES, and SNAKES, and all sorts of evil things. why i thought it would fun sleeping outside instead of in a hotel, i don’t know, but i won’t make THAT mistake again. and you know what i did that was even worse than that? i shifted. i took off my clothes and shifted. when i woke up in the morning, i was butt naked and terezi fucking pyrope had my clothes held hostage. she was in jogging clothes then so i guess she was taking a morning hike in the park, and she spied me. then she waited until i woke up, and made the comment about how i smelled like dog, and that i was violating public decency laws!!! she almost threw me in jail. :( your boyfriend is a criminal, i am so sorry,

derek. but i got her back! for the smell comment, i mean. i was like well you smell like a bug so that must mean you’re a troll! she laughed, and took me to out to eat after giving me back my clothes. i got her up to date on what happened with karkat, and she asked about the guy whose glamour i had? i couldn’t really tell her much about that, though. just that karkat gave it to me, and that had her frowning. like she was concerned or something. beats me! she made some unnecessary rude faces at me, too. but i eventually convinced her to move to seattle because i’m awesome. and she told me that there was a troll up in canada that i should find? (i’m on a plane heading up there now!) she chuckled evilly, so i’m not sure if i trust her or what. also i’m actually not sure what bugs smell like? but that’s what trolls smell like. why does your universe have so many bug humanoids? even my alt is part bug. which is kind of weird! because i can’t imagine myself being a fairy. although, the fact that he’s a lightning bug is pretty cool. they’re charming bugs. if i had to pick a bug, i’d pick that. but it’s still weird! and i kind of wonder what dave’s bro was like in my universe! if i would have liked him like i love you. but from what dave has said, he kind of sounds like a total dick, and in the worst of ways, despite the way dave tries to make it SOUND positive. like i understand that he doesn’t want his guardian to sound terrible, and wants to treasure the memory, but he kind of is terrible! and abusive. and manipulative. (i don’t think i could love that kind of person.) but your dave said that he was getting some memories from my dave, so i wonder if you’re getting memories from his bro? i hope not. you’re supposed to be going through therapy to help you with your control. not needing more therapy to help sort out any fucked up memories that might have you confusing your own experiences. especially with dave. because i know that argument really had you questioning how you treated him! but i trust that you aren’t as bad as his bro. i know you’re not. honestly, though, sometimes i wonder why my dad lived while Rose, Jade, and Dave all lost their guardians and had to go through some sort of social services. like! i know i was adopted, too, but it happened when i was really young so i barely remember anything. when rose’s mom died, rose lived by herself, and actually did well maintaining the lie that her mom hadn’t died really well until she came to school drunk once. they found out everything then, and forced her to stay in social services until they found a good family (impossible when she was fifteen and no one wanted to adopt a kid that old), or until she was eighteen, and they couldn’t keep her. then you have dave who went through a couple of terrible people, and decided, fuck it, and escaped. of course, he ended up in a gang. jade said she ended up getting emancipated from the system. but that was after going through a couple of people, and being able to live off her inheritance. huh, rose received an inheritance, too. i wonder why dave didn’t? anyway. this letter has gotten kind of long and rambly, so i guess i’m going to cut it off here. the plane is landing soon in new york too. after that i will be in the country of the ‘eh!’ also, maple syrup. i should buy some and mail it to the house! yeah! we’ll make pancakes when we’re both home! see you later!love,john<hr><blockquote>june 28dear derek, </blockquote> man! new york is so cool! i went and saw the statue of liberty, and went up in the empire state building. it’s amazing! i was so high up!! i wish i could fly. it would be sooo cool. why aren’t there any flying werewolves? even dave can fucking levitate, but you don’t see him doing it that often! it’s a waste of being able to levitate! :( but!! i did see a magic show, and people did some moves through the air. they were attached to a

cord, i think?? (unless they were supernatural! O: ) and yeah they did some neat things. i want to do neat things like that. like fake flying. fake magic. i wouldn’t mind any of it at all. although real flying would be better than fake flying. oh, and there were a couple of other places i stopped by?? i actually decided to take a bus from new york to canada because i wanted to see niagra falls! it was being advertised as one of the biggest falls in the u.s.? even though it’s really not that big. they’re just long! but it was really cool. i even got to go behind the falls and got a rinky dink yellow rain jacket for my time. there were a lot of people getting married there, too. or proposing. i guess it’s a really attractive place to proclaim your love to someone? huge ass waterfalls in the background and a diamond ring to tell you i will love you for as long as the waterfalls remain. i wonder what would happen if the falls collapsed. would their love vanish? would their hearts break? this is why you can’t rely on physical things for love. not even the stars last forever. jupiter might, though. didn’t shakespeare do a sonnet about love? do i compare thee to a evening something or other. shakespeare died but his sonnets (and plays) will last forever. i don’t think i’ll be able to write something so powerfully gay to you, so i won’t. because i can’t write. i’ll leave that up to rose.love,johnp.s. don’t ask rose a general question like, did shakespeare write sonnets because she will chew your head off and read all of his sonnets to you.<hr><blockquote>june 30dear derek,</blockquote> i don’t... canada... ... i... words are escaping me. like tavros. TAVROS. is just as bad as terezi. he is terribad. but in this nerdy way that drives me up the wall. no wonder terezi was smiling evilly!! between her and tavros i’m at my wits end with these trolls!!! at least terezi was willing to move to washington. tavros was like ...hahaha... that sounds interesting but if you’re gathering up all the trolls, then i think not. and he goes back to playing the troll equivalent of poKEMON!!! and when i said that humans came up with pokemon first, he was all, trolls have been around longer than you have, so i’m pretty sure we came up with it first. i just can’t believe him! i’m so fucking glad i’m leaving canada!! john<hr><blockquote>july 2dear derek,</blockquote> i stopped by... well. your house as i was passing through on my way to hawaii! well technically, i’m on my way to japan. but i’m going to hawaii first! it’s going to be awesome! but i saw jade, dave, and willow on my way through, and it looks like they’re all doing fine! willow already has a tooth cut through and she’s looking really adorable. she has a lot more hair now. and her eyes have set on taking after dave’s. it’s about time some features of his started showing through. the harleybert genes are strong. B) i missed being there surprisingly! your bed still smelled like you. it is pretty big. hard to get all of your manly smell out of it no matter how hard i rolled around in it and tried to cover it up with my manly smells. :) it was actually difficult to leave! for like a day. then rose was like, john you must be in japan at this certain spot when the aligns to meet the next trolls, and i was like ok, cool! japan seems awesome. this seemed important! see, what i’ve kind of been doing with this trip is getting an idea of where all the trolls are at. they don’t necessarily have to move to washington (and if they do decide to do that, we’re having them live with mom!), but we’d kind of like to know a more specific location on where they’re all at. and maybe get updated contact information, lol. i think rose is even creating a group facebook so we can all keep in contact! which is a pretty fucking good idea. oh, and jim john is also working on it, too. so is

the other rose? they’re all very good at the whole predict-y thing. i don’t even know sometimes. they just tell me where to go, and i go. that’s all. not too much excitement going on right now, though! so i’ll talk to you later. after hawaii B)love,johnp.s. i’ll make sure i take a hot picture for you! B) <hr><blockquote>[Postcard with the Hawaiian islands on the side. Attached with a paperclip is a picture of john in regular clothes by a volcano. fireworks are going off in the background.]july 4derek! </blockquote>hawaii is fantastic! wish you were here! i hope you enjoy the super hot pic! xoxoxo<hr><blockquote>july 9dear derek,</blockquote> hey! i’m in japan right now! i am extremely sadden that there’s no anime japan. i was seriously thinking i’d see totoro here!! i’m so disappointed. heh, just kidding. but japan sure is different than what i expected. i dunno. i guess it’s just the language barrier that got to me? that oh i really am out of my country feel. it’s a good thing we didn’t go here first, or you would have worst off. cars are backwards AND a different language you can barely understand? it would have been bad, pfff. it’s still really amazing, though! i went to tokyo tower, and saw some of the sights. i ate ramen in a ramen booth and felt like naruto for a minute. that’s where i met rufioh! he’s a pretty chill dude. doesn’t seem to have much backbone, but i liked him. and damara! i liked her, too. she seemed pretty nice despite the illegal amounts of weed she smoked. is weed illegal in japan? i don’t know. but yeah she DEFINITELY did not want to come back. when i even suggested it, she gave me the vilest look, and if it weren’t for rufioh, she’d have... well. done really bad things to me! there was a summer festival going on, and i didn’t have a kimono, but i got to join in. damara looked really pretty in a kimono! she took it off shortly after it started and i think some people were kind of scandalized. not because she was naked, but i guess you’re supposed to look kind of nice for these festivals? and she was definitely wearing a very short school girl outfit with her midriff showing. she seemed pretty happy, though. i kind of feel really sympathetic towards her? for some reason? anyway, they let me stay for a little while, and showed me some of the other neat things about tokyo. it was nice. i liked learning about the tokyo you don’t often see about in anime. i feel like you would enjoy japan if you became more comfortable with traveling? i even bought you a shitty samurai sword, and shipped it back home. love,johnp.s. don’t tell my dad, but i tried the weed.<hr><blockquote>july 12dear derek,</blockquote> hey! i’m going to be doing a lot of traveling between here (tibet) to maybe europe? yeah. there’s just a lot of take-offs and landings that’ll be happening and shit gets boring, y’know? i have a long flight from here to california, though, so i’m hunkering in for a nice little ride. i hadn’t even considered that i could have been asking for first class tickets. sometimes it startles me that jade has SO much money that we could just... not even pay attention to what we’re buying and just buy a fuckton of stuff that’s like hundreds of thousands of dollars, or more! we could buy a fucking island and we wouldn’t even notice that it took a nice skim off the bulk of her money. one thing jade told me was that even for as much money they have, we’re still accumulating money, too? from the investments and stocks that were purchased, too. like her grandpa had a really good mind to money! also i think she’s taking an interest in checking on what companies we have stocks in, and seeing what we can do to change those companies for the better. she’s always thinking about the future and about what can be done better. it’s amazing. sometimes i wish i had about a sixth of the motivation she has. i haven’t really felt

like there was anything for me to do. i feel like i’ve been so GROUNDED that i don’t have any room to go forward or that there was anything i wanted to do. i guess... i feel like i’m stagnating. i’m not flowing or moving or learning or... growing? as a person. as a werewolf? i’m just growing duller and more inactive everyday and it’s driving me up the wall! it’s funny because i have been traveling, but the more i’ve been traveling, the more i feel like i’m not getting anywhere. ... i saw kankri yesterday? i guess he’s related to karkat in some way, but i don’t know. he’s definitely not how i pictured a relative of karkat’s acting? other than the never shutting up part. he turned down the whole move to washington thing, but told me that i should go to niger. so that’s where i’m going now. i’m tired. goodnight,john<hr><blockquote>july 18dear derek,</blockquote> hey. sorry i haven’t been writing. like i said... there were a lot of planes to change, and i mostly slept on my flights. i saw terezi again for a little while. crashed on her couch between a flight from california and a flight to morocco. she said she hoped i liked nepeta and that she’d chew my head off, hopefully. she was packing up, too, and showed me some younger pictures of glamoured, and unglamoured karkat. it was cute. i sent the pictures to ava who was more than happy to receive them, but karkat banned me from the house, so i’ve officially been banned by both members of that household. i feel sort of accomplished with that. after terezi’s, i went to morocco, which is absolutely gorgeous. the architecture and colors are divine. the market is really fun. i haggled with a couple of vendors, and manage to get some souvenirs shipped back, too. i make really good investments! nepeta was as cute and dangerous as terezi deemed her to be. she’s a werelion? but she only shifts when leo is in the sky. she can’t shift during any other time frame. she had fun hunting me down. i thought i was being fucking stalked by a literal lion, not a fake shifter lion (don’t tell her i said that, she’ll chew my head off). you’ll get to meet her. she said she was interested, and after i gave her some money for an airplane, she decided to head that way. then i went to egypt. i saw the pyramids, and didn’t get too taken advantage of. (who am i kidding. they took complete advantage. i can’t hide the fact that i’m an american tourist no matter how dark my skin is. i honestly don’t even mind that much, although i’m pretty sure they thought i was as dull as a rock.) they really like tea in egypt, too? which is kind of surprising, but it shouldn’t be. like basically anything non-western is all over tea, and westerners are all over coffee. pretty funny, considering how tea is supposed to be better for you anyway. egypt is hooooooooot, too. not hot like texas hot which is also kind of a wet and humid hot that makes you feel like you’re suffocating, but a heat that’s just really hot. which... is really weird to say. it doesn’t make you sticky, just sweat a lot. i can kind of understand why they wear a lot of clothes now! the clothes contain the coolness of your body in the heat, and also keep the sun off you. which is really good! but i didn’t stay in egypt for too long. i went to greece next, because nepeta asked me to check in on someone very impurrtant to her. he worked at a museum in greece which, yknow, showcased the greek statues and shit. at first, he didn’t seem all that interested, especially when i didn’t show proper respect to the relics of the ancient world. (which is funny because under his breath he’d mutter about how even what we considered to be great achievements for humans, they had very little on alternian achievements, especially in the fine arts.) yet, the moment i mentioned nepeta’s name he fucking clams up, and is like oh great master egbert what can i do for you? if only you’ll tell me where she’s at. so i told

him she was in washington, and i saw him run off to his work office to put in his two weeks, or tell them he was quitting or something. i don’t know. i kind of didn’t care at that point? i was just glad that it was taken care of. so that’s what i was up to until now, basically. it’s all been rather boring despite the sites. i’ve taken to couch hopping, and whenever someone tells me i should go somewhere, i just go? because what else am i going to do? i haven’t really heard anything from home, so i guess this will work for now. there’s a beer festival or something happening in germany tomorrow. i’m in austria right now, but i think i’ll stop by and see if anything catches my interest. love,john <hr><blockquote>july 20dear derek,</blockquote> heheheeeee i’mmmmm drunk agian. i met thsi girl trlol named vriask and we haad a fight! but with abeet bert. beer. tryin ta out do each other ykonw? and now i’m crasshed at her uh place? car? i dunno what it is. too big ta be a car??? i’m so confusde. anway dont matter. what mATTERS is the iMPORTANT things in lief. and how much i lovvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv vv vv ve ya. is that enogh v? i think so. viraks was tellin me abutt how she lovd the tavroos guy. idk why he sucKS but like shhe did? idk toot drunk to make out waht shes talkin’ about but it was funny. i think? i think everything is funny right now. except how fukcing turned on i am and how ur not here. i mayb cry bc your not here to help my bonr. but not really. just cry cause im lonely which is wierd. casue brskira is here yknow? id kiss you allllllllll over and jsut touch. idonteven want ta get off. nah thats a lie i toets do.hahaha vriska just belched gdo shes hialarioous. <hr><blockquote>july 28, 4pmdear derek,</blockquote> it feels weird not writing to you for so long! i’ve kind of been busy. and vriska won’t let me write to you when i’m drunk! (thank goodness, to be honest.) i thought i was going to be so bored in europe, but i’m like the exact opposite! it’s great. and a lot of that has to do with vriska. she has all these irons in the fire, and she asks for my input too, but i’ve kind of been traveling with her. she’s been helping me out a lot, too! she said i looked utterly pitiable and that i should be lucky that she’s going out of her way to help me. i know that sounds kind of mean, but vriska has such a personality that it’s hard for her to be nice to anyone if it doesn’t look like she’s gaining something out of it. it’s funny how hard she tries to make it look like she doesn’t care. we’ve been to so many places, derek, it’s hard to believe. europe is pretty. it’s done a lot of recovery since world war ii but you can see where it’s still affected some areas. we mostly avoided those areas. vriska said they were lame. so! we went and visited a lot of neat places. mostly breweries. vriska really likes beer for some reason? even in italy she just wanted to go to the wine houses! which was fine because while she was at the wine houses, i went to venice. i really wish you could see venice some day. it’s beautiful. there’s canals everywhere, and statues of different beings. i would have thought with it being such a magical looking place, there would be a lot of supes there? but it felt... static... of any magic. there was nothing really supernatural about it. i guess that’s because when people go there, they’re ready to believe anything. even if it doesn’t fit in with their world. we watched a bunch of wrestlers in rome. vriska gambled on a bunch of different teams, and won us a lot of loot. she didn’t seem happy when she learned that i was only bumming it around because i was bored, and not that i was actually broke. she got mad? like the money she made wasn’t important i guess. but i told her any money was good money, and that it technically wasn’t my money, and she got over it. she’s a prideful troll! oddly

enough, she’s been helping me with the whole stagnated feeling, though? keeping her in check is a lot more interesting! but i get the feeling that i’m just passing on the whole complete focus thing from you to someone else. (not like that, though. i don’t find vriska attractive in those regards!) but like in paris, we went shopping, and we splurged a little (sorry, jade!), then i went and did a little magic show to these kids outside with vriska and it was just?? really great?! i missed doing slight of hand. i made so many kids smile, even adults! it was unreal. then we went out and got some balloons and just aired up hundreds of them with helium before letting them go. i think france kind of hates us, now! they didn’t really like what we did. afterwards, we went out into the country where they were doing an air ballon show, and we actually got to ride in them! it was really great. right now, we’re heading to spain. she says she wants to take some pictures of bulls for tavros, and i’m pretty sure i understand where she’s going with that. (tavros has bull horns.) it’s pretty mean, but he’s also a douche so i can’t help wanting to do it, too. i think vriska was more than a douche to tavros, though, so i’ll let her take the pics, then delete the images when she gets drunk off her victory later. rose called and told me i need to go to england soon! so i’ll probably do that, but when i told vriska that, she made a face. she has absolutely no interest in leaving the continental europe, so i don’t know if i’ll see her in washington or not! i hope so. i really like hanging out with her. there’s only a few more trolls to get information from, though, so i’ll hopefully be home soon! i miss you, and i can’t wait to see you when i get back. although, i’m thinking i’m going to have to find more to do than just... did i ever tell you why i started traveling? shit! can’t tell you right now. tell you later. <hr><blockquote>july 28, 11pm</blockquote> sorry about that! our ride was about to leave, and we just got to our dinky hotel room. it’s so small! there’s two single sized beds, and like barely a closet of a bathroom. vriska chooses the worst places to stay. i think she either goes to the richest, most luxurious place she can find, or the scummiest. there is no in-between with her. but! we’re really close to the bull ring, and that’s a bonus. anyway, so. why i even did this thing. hell, you might learn before i even hand this wad of papers over. (still debating on that! especially the drunk ones. man, i don’t know if i was just lonely, or if i wanted to write some thirteen year olds smut fantasy... but... yeah. if i were writing smut, i’d probably mention something about your rippling abs. c; ) wow. i really don’t want to tell you this. so i’m going to do it, anyway. what happened, was that in my boredom, i found out some rumors that this one house outside the city was haunted, and so i decided to go to see if i could find anything. with jade. honestly, i’m starting to feel really bad about this because it was the night dave proposed and everything. like they had sex in the living room. with fancy cushions and marshmallow creme... i... don’t even want to know where they put the creme at holy shit. (we should do that...) so jade and i went out to investigate the haunted house and some kids were there, too. i think they were about fifteen or sixteen? maybe older, and well. when the paranormal stuff really started happening, i.. tried to scare them out, so i could face the ghost. by myself. or with jade. i just wanted to do. so the ghost got pissed off at me. because that was its job. not mine. and i ended up channeling some werewolf hunting instinct. jade had to cover for me, and thank goodness for the ghost because it stopped me from doing anything really bad. i know, i know, you’re going to berate and get onto me, and shit. DAVE

already did that, though, so you’re covered. please don’t berate me. the age thing will just make it weird. i wish it wouldn’t, but that’s... really the worst thing about the differences in our age! sometimes it feels like you’re lecturing me like i’m a naughty child when... i’m supposed to be your partner. /: i try not to let it get to me cause i know you don’t want it to come off this way! i can only hope the older i get the less weird it seems, but i don’t know if that’s going to be possible? i love you, either way, you massive nerd. anyway, vriska is nagging at me, and saying that it’s time for bed so we can go and take... blackmail? pics tomorrow. i don’t know how it’s blackmail when the content has nothing to do with the person, but instead in degrading way? i think she has that wrong, but she’s getting in her i don’t care, mr. grammar. excuse you, it’s not mr. grammar, but ms. grammar, and that’s rose! d: love, john<hr><blockquote>august 2dear derek,</blockquote> holy shit is vriska’s... relative... annoying. she’s like kankri, but at least some of what she has to say is informative? she kind of explained how the aliens got here, anyway. all like, our world was destroyed, and a massive amount of trolls had no where to go, our empire was dying, so our empress found this happy little earth planet, and decided to move in. if you can’t tell, i’m writing this as she’s talking. she thinks i’m taking notes. sike! i’m writing to my boyfriend under the teacher’s nose. :P it was actually interesting until she started talking about romance? i guess trolls have like four different kinds of romance. and i’m just like, oh yeah, that’s great. somehow it’s supposed to be better than ours, but i don’t really think it is. or maybe it’s just like people who want labels for everything? a better way to describe what it is you’re feeling? i don’t think i’m very interested in labeling what i am. i love and am attracted to you, but i also find ladies lovely and attractive, so i guess that technically makes me bi, but i’d rather just be john, and not have a bunch of labels stuck to me. i guess i can understand how other’s find them useful. some people like taking all sorts of online quizzes to put themselves in these little boxes! but i’d rather just go with the flow and be whoever i want to be instead of trying to pin it down to one thing! except if i were to ever be labeled as a wizard. i would OWN that. dammit. i better pay attention and find a spot where i can escape at so that aranea doesn’t keep me here for a month. i’m going to scotland, then ireland! last stop is iceland. 8) love,john<hr><blockquote>august 6dear derek,</blockquote> i think this will be my last letter! i’m on a plane heading home, thank goodness. i think vriska would have liked scotland and ireland more than me. i wonder why she was so anxious to not go with me the rest of the way? maybe she didn’t want to meet her relative? yeah, i’m like 99% sure that was definitely the case. hehehe i got in a brawl with a scottish dude at the pub, and afterwards we exchanged numbers and addresses when i told him that i had been writing letters during the trip. (he’s a werewolf too! it was SO cool. i wish i had gotten up to scotland sooner cause then we could have gone out on the full moon together, but he said it was probably for the best! he might have gotten too territorial to notice that i was a friendly werewolf. ... i’m trying to pull thoughts together, but i’m really tired. hold on... annnnd back. i just needed a nap. :) so scotland was a ton of fun! as was ireland! i got on a bus tour kind of thing? and basically, wow. ireland is like those covers you see on older romance novels (i saw them at karkat’s house!) where it was historical and shit, and there are lovely irish lasses who are taken in by i... don’t know. guys. dudes. (dudes with rippling abs. (; ) just to note, karkat may

have read one of them out loud to me. i may not have been listening in the entirety. then there was iceland, which was so relaxing. i went to one of the hot springs. i felt so clean and rejuvenated after that when i met nepeta’s relative, i wasn’t even weirded out by how she somehow managed to use her phone to gif at me as part of her sign language. i think i understood the hand motions better than what the gifs were supposed to represent? she asked about my love life, and was really bummed when i told her i was taken. and then she somehow was under the impression that i still needed other people? that was when the whole four romance thing clicked, and i was like shit. she’s going to try and get me hooked up in the other romances. i managed to get her side tracked by asking about her favorite ships, and her tumblr, and yoinked a phone number. i think it’ll be easier communicating to her on tumblr, to be honest. she and aranea didn’t seem all that interested in coming along, though, which is fine by me. the more those two plus kankri stay away, the happier everyone except maybe rose will be. i’m really excited just to come home! i can’t wait to lay in bed, and just... sleep for a couple of days. maybe you’ll be there? i kind of hope not in a way, i think i need to sleep for forty-eight hours at home in order to feel ready to talk to you. i’m acting like something happened between us? but i guess nothing really did. maybe i’m just still bummed that you left without saying goodbye? although, i get why you did it. either way, it’ll be good to be home, and i hope therapy is helping you out. love,john

#monsteraustuck;#rp jon egbert;#more than 5000;#rating: M;#derekjon;#roleplay;#complete;

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Boy on the Bike

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Summary: Jeremy thinks he might be going crazy. That might be okay, though, because Boy on the Bike must be crazier. Crazy enough to get off his bike, wheel it up the driveway of Jeremy’s mom’s house, rest it against the house, walk over to Jeremy, and take a seat on the steps next to him.

“Why are-- What’re you--”

“You were sad. I’d feel bad if I just left you like that.”

(Or: Jeremy Heere, after having a very terrible day, meets Michael Mell, who inexplicably makes him forget there's any bad in the world at all.)

Notes: i had WAY to much fun writing this first chapter... these boys..... theyre gonna fall in love just u wait. this fic is prolly just gonna be jeremy and michael exploring smth neither of them have ever experienced before: ...............friendship (and eventually romance but shh theyre babies theyre just learning). idk how long this is gonna be but im excited for it

anyway i hope u enjoy this ride

Jeremy Heere is having a Pretty Shitty Day.

The morning began with a freshman spilling coffee in Jeremy’s lap on the bus. That should’ve been a warning sign, now that he thinks about it, that it was going to be a Pretty Shitty Day. Between second and third period, Rich Goranski shoved Jeremy into a locker and asked if he’d pissed himself. At lunch, Jeremy accidentally threw his math homework in the trash with the remnants of his lunch and had to go to class empty-handed. He mixed two chemicals incorrectly in Chemistry and the class had to move to a different lab so the room could be cleansed of toxins. At the end of the day, Christine Canigula bumped into him in the hallway and instead of apologizing, Jeremy gaped at her for three seconds before she walked away, probably creeped out of her mind.

After such a shitty day, Jeremy walked home from school and dug fruitlessly through his backpack for fifteen minutes before coming to the conclusion that he left his key in his room. He’s locked out. Of course, the one time he forgets his key is one of the rare instances in which he stays with his mom for the weekend, and that’s already terrible enough in and of itself. Reluctantly, he pulls out his phone (of course he forgot to charge it the night before, so it’s only at 21%) and sends his mom a text to inform her that he’s locked out.

He’s not expecting an answer, though.

It takes a lot for Jeremy to classify a day as a Pretty Shitty Day, because most of his days are spent uncomfortable and awkward as it is. Sometimes, though, things just stack up until he’s teetering on the brink of a panic attack before first period even ends, and that’s when the day earns the Pretty Shitty Day title.

It’s a stupid thing for him to cry over. Jeremy had been locked out of the house before, but now it feels like such a punch in the face. He has a terrible day and he can’t even go hole up in his room for the remainder of it. He feels even more like a loser than he thought was humanly possible as he sits on the front steps of his mom’s house and sniffles into the sleeve of his cardigan.

At the very least, he can take comfort in the fact that the only people who live in his mom’s neighborhood are old, deaf people. There’s no one around to watch him weep to himself like a fucking idiot.

That is, until Jeremy notices someone.

What looks to be a red speck bikes around the corner onto the street Jeremy’s mom lives on. The street is long and vacant, and the speck is rapidly becoming more identifiable. Jeremy doesn’t mean to stare, but he watches nonetheless as the person on the bike becomes a boy with black hair and a big, red hoodie. He’s not sitting on the bike, but rather riding it while standing, like some kind of dangerous hooligan. Jeremy’s eyes linger for a moment too long and the boy on the bike notices him.

Jeremy ducks his head, hiding his face in his knees in hopes that the boy will just keep going and not spare Jeremy’s creepiness another thought. He holds his breath and waits five, six, seven, eight seconds and just when he thinks the biker is gone, he hears a voice: “Hey.”

Jeremy whips his head up and, lo and behold, the boy on the bike is standing in the middle of the street, still straddling his bike, and looking at Jeremy very attentively. Jeremy blinks at him, jaw slack, and Boy on the Bike must take this as an invitation to continue: “Are you okay?”

Is he okay? No. Of course he’s not okay. He’s just had a Pretty Shitty Day, he’s exhausted, he’s sad, and he’s been swallowing a panic attack for the past seven hours. Is he gonna tell all that to some strange teenage boy he’s never spoken to before? Of course not.

“I’m fine,” Jeremy finally says, in spite of how puffy his eyes must look and how evident his trembling hands are.

Boy on the Bike doesn’t bite. “No, you’re not. You’re crying.”

Jeremy brings a hand to his cheek and finds that he really is still crying. He hadn’t even noticed. “I guess I am,” he says, mostly to himself, but Boy on the Bike hears him nonetheless.

“Are you okay?” Boy on the Bike asks again, and Jeremy doesn’t know what the fuck comes over him, but he answers:

“No. N-No, I’m not.”

Jeremy thinks he might be going crazy. That might be okay, though, because Boy on the Bike must be crazier. Crazy enough to get off his bike, wheel it up the driveway of Jeremy’s mom’s house, rest it against the house, walk over to Jeremy, and take a seat on the steps next to him.

“Why are-- What’re you--”

“You were sad. I’d feel bad if I just left you like that.”

Jeremy blinks at him and then, incredulously, bursts into a fit of giggles. Boy on the Bike looks at him, puzzled, and Jeremy wants nothing more than to stop laughing, but he can’t. “I’m sorry--” he gasps. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry-- I’m not laughing at you, I promise--”

Boy on the Bike gives him a confused smile and waits for Jeremy’s giggles to die out. “You good, dude?”

“I’m…” Jeremy coughs into his sleeve and squares Boy on the Bike with a look. “I’m J-Jeremy… dude.”

Now it’s Boy on the Bike’s turn to laugh, which he does, hard and unashamed. Surprisingly, though, Jeremy doesn’t feel like he’s being laughed at. It’s not the same sly, under-the-breath giggle people do when they’re talking about him behind his back. It’s not the same harsh, sarcastic laugh bullies do when they’re calling him names. Boy on the Bike has a beautiful, contagious laugh. Jeremy can’t stop looking at him and can’t stop himself from laughing, too.

“Sh-Shut up!” Jeremy squeaks through his own laughter. His voice cracks on the “up” and that only makes Boy on the Bike laugh even harder. “You’re mean! I thought you were here to make me feel better.”

Only he’s already made Jeremy feel better.

Boy on the Bike eventually sobers up enough to articulate himself. “Jeremy, huh?” he asks, and Jeremy nods. “Nice to meet you, Jeremy. I’m Michael.”

Jeremy smiles at him. Michael. “Nice to meet you, too, Michael.” Michael, Michael, Michael. It’s a good name. “Thanks for, uh, y’know… stopping to talk to me. That was really cool of you. I could’ve been, like, a serial killer or something.”

Michael pulls a face and Jeremy is quick to inform him that he is not, in fact, a serial killer. “I didn’t really peg you as the serial killer type. I don’t know how many serial killers can be found crying and locked out of their houses.”

“How’d you know I was locked out?”

“Well, Jer,” Michael says sagely, but Jeremy can only think about the nickname he’s already been given. “I don’t know about you, but whenever I’m down in the dumps, the only place I wanna cry is buried under a pile of blankets and my own sadness.”

Jeremy sighs longingly. “That’s exactly where I wanna be.”

Michael places a hand on Jeremy’s shoulder (it’s heavy and warm and comforting and Jeremy inexplicably wants to lean his whole body against Michael’s and find out if the rest of him feels that way, too) and gives it a few small rubs as he speaks, “You wanna tell me what’s wrong?”

“O-Oh,” Jeremy falters, momentarily incapable of forming words with his mouth. “I wouldn’t wanna bother you, Mi--”

“Dude, are you stupid?” Michael asks, with no malice. “I wouldn’t come sit with you if I didn’t wanna help you out, buddy. C’mon, lay it on me.”

Jeremy’s heart flips into his throat and he swallows hard before starting up on the tale of his Pretty Shitty Day. He tells Michael all about the coffee, Rich, his math homework, Chemistry class, and Christine. He tells Michael that he’s had a terrible day and he’s wanted to cry since seven in the morning and now he’s locked out of his mom’s house, which is so much worse than being at his dad’s because his mom doesn’t even care about him and--

“S-Sorry,” Jeremy says abruptly. Michael hasn’t stopped listening, nor has he moved his hand from Jeremy’s shoulder. “My mom’s, uh, a whole ‘nother can of worms.”

Michael nods and doesn’t press. “Next time, maybe.”

“Next time?” Jeremy asks, finding that his voice is suddenly too soft, too vulnerable.

“Next time.” He says it like a promise. He gives Jeremy a chance to steady his breathing before speaking again. “This is your mom’s house?”

“Mhm.”

“You don’t see her much, huh?”

Jeremy shakes his head.

“So you don’t live around here..?” Michael sounds almost disappointed.

“N-No, but I can give you my--” Jeremy catches himself. “Oh, my God, I was about to give you my home address. You’re, like, basically a stranger.” Michael doesn’t feel like a stranger, though. Michael feels like the closest thing he’s had to a friend in a long, long time.

“Oh!” Michael says, actually looking a little flustered at the notion. “No, I couldn’t ask for that--” He hesitates, looking down at his hands and fidgeting with his fingers before willing the words out of his mouth, “B-But I could, uh-- I could ask for your number-- Y’know, like, if you ever need to talk-- I just-- I mean, it’s totally cool if you don’t want to--”

Jeremy bumps his knee against Michael, who looks up at him sheepishly. “Gimme your phone, loser.”

Michael fumbles his hand around in the front pocket of his hoodie before fishing out his cell phone (a clunky old Android, which Jeremy makes note to make fun of him for in the future) and handing it over.

Jeremy punches his number in and Michael peers over his shoulder as he types in “Jeremy Heere.” “You gotta put in an emoji,” Michael says firmly.

Jeremy looks at him and raises an eyebrow. “How come?”

“All my contacts have emojis. Don’t mess with the flow, bro.”

Jeremy rolls his eyes, but scrolls through the emojis nonetheless. “Android emojis are ugly,” he comments absently, earning an offended shove from Michael. Eventually, Jeremy settles on the video game controller emoji. “There,” he says, satisfied with his decision as he hands the phone back over to Michael. “Happy?”

“Very much so,” Michael says, almost as if he doesn’t realize it, as he pockets his phone. Jeremy’s heart flutters. “Now I know that you’re not only a friendless geek, but you’re a friendless geek who spends all his time playing video games.”

That one hurt a little bit. Michael's so cool, Jeremy could tell. Michael probably has lots of friends at whatever school he goes to and probably won't even bother texting a loser like Jeremy. Jeremy must have wilted, because Michael rushes to reassure him that he was just kidding. “I have no room to talk. I do the same thing. I’m the resident friendless stoner at my school.”

Jeremy straightens up. “N-Not anymore!”

“What d’you--”

“You’re not friendless. Not anymore.”

Michael stares at him and Jeremy thinks he’s going to laugh again, but then he does something much better. Michael lunges forward and buries Jeremy in a hug and Jesus Jewish Christ, hugging Michael is so much better than how Jeremy imagined it’d be. He’s warm and soft all over, and when Jeremy noses against Michael’s shoulder, he smells like pine and laundry detergent.

“Thank you,” Michael breathes. Jeremy’s thinking the same thing. He decides maybe it was worth having a Pretty Shitty Day, if he got to meet Michael.

#boyf riends #bmc #be more chill #meremy hell #jeremy heere #michael mell #my writing #sincerelyme.txt

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Changing the Tide: An Avengers Fanfic (6/7)

Summary: Wanda Maximoff is the new girl in town and also reconciling with the death of her twin brother, Pietro. As she starts to navigate her new life she manages to stumble into friendship with a group of teens who are surprisingly similar to her

A/N: This is basically just a highschoolAU for the Avengers without powers.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7)

After Physics, Wanda walked with Clint to his locker.

As Clint stuffed books and notebooks into his locker with rather excessive amount of force he glanced over at Wanda, “Do you need to stop at your locker?” he asked, trying to make small talk.

“Yeah, just need to grab some homework real quick.” Wanda replied leaning against the locker next to his, “Do you need help?” She asked, watch him struggle to get his homework into his backpack.

“No. I’m fine,” Clint replied as he finally pushed his last textbook in with as much effort as he could seemingly muster.

Once they’d also stopped at Wanda’s locker they walked to Clint’s car, where Natasha was waiting.

“Took you long enough,” Natasha said as they all hopped in, “I thought I was going to have to send out a search party.”

“Stop being so melodramatic,” Clint retorted, rolling his eyes as he pulled out of the parking lot. When Clint pulled up to his house Wanda was surprised...it say the least. Clint’s house was a massive old farmhouse just on the outskirts of town.

“Your house is amazing,” She blurted out before she could think better of it.

“Thanks,” Clint said with a smile, “We can give you a tour, I think it’ll be awhile before other people show up.”

After Wanda’s tour of Clint’s house (with him being overzealous like a museum tour guide as Natasha followed behind rolling her eyes) the trio ended up back in the kitchen where Wanda took a seat at the island while Natasha and Clint busied themselves with preparing snacks.

“We tend to spend some time prepping for these things before everyone gets here, for some reason every single one of our friends have a massive appetite.” Clint explained to Wanda as he starts pulling bags of chips out of cupboards.

Then the doorbell rings, “I’ll get it,” Wanda said as she scrambled out of her chair and towards the front door. When she opened it she was greeted by the grinning faces of Steve, and an African-American guy that Wanda didn’t recognize.

“Hey,” Steve said, greeting Wanda, “This is Sam Wilson,” he says, introducing her to the other guy.

“Hi, nice to meet you,” Sam says with a smile.

“Well, come on in,” Wanda replied, opening the door wide enough.

“Are we the first ones here?” Steve asks as you walk into the kitchen again.

Clint nods, “Yeah, you know how everyone else is, you’re the only ones who seem to understand what it is to be punctual.”

As they guys get to talking - something about sports so you kind of zone out - Natasha pulls you aside.

“This is usually when I go into the other room and bang out my homework really quick,” She explains as she grabs your backpacks off the table and leads you into what you remember is Clint’s bedroom.

“Isn’t that why everyone hangs out? To do homework together?” Wanda asks.

“Hypothetically, but everyone’s so distracting that it’s really not going allow anyone to get work done.” Natasha tells you as she starts pulling notebooks and textbooks out of her backpack, “Don’t worry, I’m usually done before everyone else gets here so we’ll still have plenty of time to hang out with everyone.”

“That’s actually a brilliant way to do it.” Wanda says as she pulls out her own work and gets started.

As Wanda is wrapping up the last of her physics work she looks up to see that Natasha is almost done too.

“Alright, now we can rejoin the barbarians.” She announces as she shoves her books back into her bag and stands up, stretching her back slightly, “You ready?”

“I guess,” Wanda mutters in response.

“Stop being mopey, c'mon,” Tasha replies, grabbing Wanda’s hand and pulling her out of Clint’s room and back into the kitchen where a majority of the group has finally showed up.

“Alrighty weirdos, most of you have already met Wanda briefly but some of you haven’t, so we’re going to play some amazing get to know you games so that she gets to know all of us and we get to know her.”

“Oh, that’s okay we don’t have to do-” Wanda started before getting cut off.

“So everyone sit down.”

There was a scuffle as everyone sat down around Clint’s massive dining room table, chairs scraping against the floor.

“I’m mostly doing this because I’m nosy, I’m just using you as an excuse,” Natasha whispers to you as she sits down in the chair next to you before turning back to the rest of the group, “Now, obviously everyone isn’t here, but there are a lot of us, so go around and say your name, grade, and your favorite thing to do in your free time.”

Everyone nods, albeit a bit unsure of why this is something fun, “I’ll start,” She adds, “I’m Natasha, I’m a Junior, and my favorite thing to do in my free time is acrobatics at the circus school I take classes at.”

“Alright, I guess I’m next,” Clint says as he pulls one of his legs up to his chest in the chair he’s sitting in, “I’m Clint, I’m a Junior, and it’s kind of lame, but I like archery.”

“I’m Steve, I’m the grandpa of the group I guess, since I’m a Senior, and my favorite thing to do is sketch.”

“Sam, I’m a Junior, and I fly planes.”

“I’m the one and only Tony Stark, I’m a senior, and I invent stuff.”

“Is it my turn?” Bruce asks, “I’m Bruce, I’m a Junior, and honestly, I mostly just do physics homework.”

“Lame!”

“Me?” A nervous looking kid asks when Bruce prods him with his elbow, “I’m, uh, Peter, and I’m a Freshman, and kind of the same thing as Tony, I mostly just build stuff and hang out.”

“Wanda?” Clint prompts, looking over at her.

Wanda nods at him before looking around at the rest of the group, “I’m Wanda, I’m a Sophomore, and I guess...I play guitar a lot?”

Natasha gives Wanda a reassuring smile before turning back to the group, “Thank you so much guys, now let’s try something a bit more interesting, how about never have I ever?”

There’s a chorus of oohs as everyone looks around, causing Wanda to guess the game is a bit infamous with this group of friends.

“Remember when Darcy admitted she’d checked out the butts of everyone there?” Tony recollects with a smirk.

“Let’s go the opposite way this time, so Wanda, you start.” Natasha says, “And everyone put up your five fingers.”

Wanda nods as she holds up her hand before thinking for a moment, “Never have I ever...gone skinny dipping.”

Wanda watched as Natasha, Clint, Sam, and Tony all put down a finger and Tony protested, “That’s not fair, it’s a high school cliche, you have to do it!”

“Peter?”

“Never have I ever smoked in the school bathroom.”

Clint and Tony put down another finger as they both shoot Peter a dirty look, “How dare you,” Clint mutters, “We had an agreement when we made you our look out.”

“You never said I couldn’t use it against you in a game of never have I ever,” Peter points out with a grin.

“Alright, alright, Bruce?”

“Um...Never have I ever had a fake ID.”

Natasha, Tony, and surprisingly, Steve, all put down a finger.

“Steve?”

“I wanted to vote.”

“Alright,” Tony said, trying to talk over the burst of laughter from the group, “Never have I ever studied for a test.”

“That’s so lame, Tony.” Natasha mutters as the rest of you put down a finger.

“Never have I ever blacked out from drinking.” Sam says.

Wanda put down one of her fingers and so did Tony, but they were the only two.

“Wait, hold up,” Clint says, throwing up his hands, “It makes sense that Tony would get blackout drunk, hell! He probably does every weekend, but when did you?” He asks, looking over at Wanda curiously.

“After Pietro.” Wanda replies quietly as she looks down at her lap. Natasha rubs her back comfortingly as Peter looks across the table at Tony and silently asks him what’s they’re talking about. Tony mouths back ‘I’ll explain later’

“Should I go?” Steve asks, looking over at Wanda and Natasha, Wanda nods and give him a slightly reassuring nod, “Okay, never have I ever had a crush on a teacher.” He says with a grin before glancing at Sam and trying not to laugh.

“I feel like this game is just an excuse to expose things that people have said in strict confidence.” Sam says as he puts down one of his fingers and pouts.

Wanda, Bruce and Peter also put down a finger.

“Who?” Natasha asks, trying to not look two discussed by the idea of her friends being into their adult teachers.

“Ms. Cho. I was in love with her last year.” Sam replies.

“Freshman year I had crush on Ms. Hill.” Bruce admits.

“I had a crush on Ms. Friday, the french teacher.” Peter says.

“My philosophy teacher is cute.” Wanda offers.

“Mr. Jarvis? You have a crush on Mr. Jarvis?” Tony says, straighting up as he looks across the table at her.

“I should not have said that.” Wanda mutters, immediately realizing her mistake.

“You really shouldn’t have.” Tony replies.

“Anyway, Clint, it’s your turn.” Natasha says, cutting Tony’s teasing off.

“Never have I ever kissed my best friend.” Clint replies with a grin.

“You mean you’ve never kissed Nat? Aren’t you dating?”

“No...ew.”

Wanda, Steve, Tony and Bruce put down a finger.

“My life is just so exciting compared everyone else’s, this isn’t fair.” Tony complains when he realizes that he’s out of fingers.

“Cmon Tony, don’t be a sore loser about this,” Steve says with a chuckle as he stands up and walks over to Tony and pats him on the back, “But I better head out, does anyone need a ride home?” He asks as he scans the room. Everyone else declines the offer leaving Steve’s glance lingering on Wanda.

“That’s okay, I can walk home,” Wanda says with a dismissive wave of her hand.

“Wanda, do you even know how to get home from here?” Clint asks.

“Um… I could figure it out,” Wanda says, “Really! I’m fine.”

“Just let me drive you home,” Steve says, “I’m trying to be polite.”

“I-oh, alright,” Wanda mutters as she stands up and grabs her backpack off the floor.

“See, that wasn’t so bad, now was it?” Steve says with a grin.

You, Steve, and Sam all say a chorus of goodbyes to the rest of the group before heading out. “Shotgun!” Sam shouts as he races out of Clint’s front door. Steve just rolls his eyes and Wanda tries not to giggle as Sam sprints down to the passenger seat door of Steve’s car.

“So, how are you liking it here?” Steve asks as he glances into the rearview mirror at Wanda.

“It’s alright, I appreciate that you guys have all taken me in, it really means a lot.”

“Of course, you’re a great kid, why wouldn’t we want to have you join our group?”

“Green light,” Sam mutters, “God, can you please stop driving like a grandpa? I have to get home for dinner.”

“It’s called safety, maybe you should look it up.” Steve shoots back, “Honestly, I’m surprised you want to hang out with us.”

“What? You guys are super popular, doesn’t everyone want to hang out with you?”

“I don’t know if we’re popular, we’ve just got enough scary football players and freaky genius kids that no one wants to cross us.”

“But aren’t football players, partiers, and rich kids the groups that are usually are popular? Aren’t those the three groups that make up your friends group?”

“I don’t know man, but you’ve met everyone, they’re not exactly cool, I’m the only cool one.” Sam interjects.

Steve pulls up in front of a small house with pale blue siding and a brown door and Sam hops out.

“Thanks man,” He says to Steve before looking in the backseat at Wanda, “See you tomorrow.”

“Alright, you can come sit up here if you want,” Steve says as he turns around to look at Wanda while Sam goes into his house.

“What, you don’t want to pretend to be my chauffeur?” Wanda asks mockingly as she hops out and gets into the front seat.

“Where do you live?” Steve asks.

“On 7th, it’s about 5 blocks down the street from school. 17th Street and Main.” Wanda replies.

“Aye aye, captain,” He replies as he pulls away from the curb, heading in that direction.

“I really did mean what I said earlier, I know I was a bit skeptical about the fact that you guys took me in, but I’m glad that you did, it makes all of this...a lot easier.” Wanda says after a moment.

“I think you’re a good fit for us, sure, you’ve got your baggage, but we all do, it’s nice to have people that you can talk to about that kind of stuff.”

“I don’t know if I’m quite ready to talk about it.” Wanda replies with chuckle.

“You sure? I’m always here if you need someone.”

“Maybe someday.” Wanda replies, staring out the window at the houses as they pass by them.

“Thanks for driving me home,” Wanda says as she turns to Steve.

Steve grins, “Any time. I’ll see you tomorrow at school.”

“See you!” Wanda calls out as she hops out of Steve’s car and start up her family’s front walkway.

As she entered the house she could feel the high of being around her new friends slowly dissipates thrust back into the real world - her reality. The kitchen table was covered in Pietro’s clothes. Wanda watched as her mom painstakingly sorted through it.

“What are you doing?” Wanda asks, quietly, from the doorway.

“It’s time,” Her mother replies as she looks up at her, “Would you like to help me? I think a lot of this stuff can be donated.”

“I can’t-no.” Wanda states before walking away and quickly running up to her bedroom and closing the door behind her. Her mom doesn’t follow her, Wanda knows she won’t, she knows it’s too hard.

Wanda sat on her bed for the rest of the night. She knew she needed to go down stairs and talk to her mom. Or at least join her parents for dinner, but they didn’t push her so she stayed in her room and tried to do homework (which meant just sitting at her desk with all of her books propped open around her while she just stared at the wall).

Eventually Wanda gave up on the potential of ever getting any homework done and just got into bed, where she tossed and turned for the rest of the night, unable to relax herself and drift off.

She fell down a pit of self-loathing as she attempted to sleep for how disrespectful it was to Pietro’s memory for her to have immediately found friends and to spend an afternoon with them where she barely thought about her twin.

#avengers #avengers imagine #avengers fanfic #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff fanfic #clint barton #clint barton fanfic #steve rogers #steve rogers fanfic #tony stark #tony stark fanfic #sam wilson #sam wilson fanfic #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff fanfic #peter parker #peter parker fanfiction #bruce banner #bruce banner fanfic

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smosh-stuff · 8 years ago

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THE TIME HAS C O M E

So, as a preface to this, I would like to clarify; there are like, three basic types of high school au.

The cheesy 90's movie type, with stereotypical groupings (I.E, theres the jock, and the Nerd, and the goths, ect.)

The Normal type, which is literally just the characters/people in a high school setting. Nothing special, but still enjoyable.

And then. There is the angst type. Family issues, reckless behavior, mental issues, found family/breakfast club-esque situation.

Take one look at the links I provided in the last post about it and guess which one I went with. (I'm a sucker for hurt/comfort found family shit dON’T JUDGE ME) I should point out, none of this is supposed to reflect the crew's actual situations growing up. I know for the most part their families are great and cool people and I don't mean any disrespect to them by writing this!! Just imagine that any and all family members are basically OC's.

Also I sort of thought all of this up through short pieces of self-indulgent writing so this is all sort of based around a fic??? So any situational bits like that you can change or ignore if you want. I aint some gatekeeper my dudes.

ANYWAYS, with disclaimers and such out of the way, headcanons??? Headcanons

(Put under a read more because this is gonna be long af)

Okay. Joven, right? He's a nerd. Like. Comic books, video games, all that shite. 50% of his wardrobe is graphic tee's and hoodies, the other 50% is button ups and cardigans. (what a LOSER haaaaa)

And his family had some shit going on. Dad wasn't the best. Divorce things happened, and he ended up in his mom's custody while his brother went with his dad. And then, his mom took him and they moved away from the town he grew up in. Kinda sucks.

He ends up in a new, small house, and he and his mom don’t have a lot of money anymore, so his mom has to work two jobs and it isn't the greatest, but they try to make the best of it.

But y’know what new city means?? NEW SCHOOL OH BOY

So Joven tries his best but y’know bullies are a pretty universal aspect of public high schools. So he isn't having the best time; but those aren't the only people he meets.

In homeroom, he ends up sitting next to three other kids in the back of the room.

(I got that idea from this pic, it's actually where I got the whole idea for this AU from)

So. Lasercorn. I made him a punk kid.

But not like, the cool, only-wears-black, piercings and spikes and leather kind of punk.

The trashy kind of punk. Old-tshirts-ripped-jeans kind of punk. Skateboards and bloody knees and weed kind of punk.

(He listens to Blink-182, skateboarded as a teen and makes the most weed jokes. I COULDN’T HELP MYSELF)

And, much like Joven, his dad ain't the greatest guy. In a physical way. And his mom doesn't really do much to help him. So he spends most of his time out of the house, smoking or skating or both.

This is where Sohin comes in.

Sohinki is pretty chill with most people in school, for a reason.

See, his dad isn't mean, but is almost never around. Always working or something. And his mom is a drugie, meaning that she is also out a lot, and when she isn't, she doesn't really pay him any mind.

So, what do you do when you're a secretly neglected and attention-starved kid with a drugie for a mom, and you need spending money?

Get a retail job? Na

He's a weed dealer. He only sells weed tho, since he doesn't really condone the usage of harder stuff. He's a delinquent but that doesn't mean he into all that.

This is how he met Lasercorn, in freshman year, when he was first selling and Lasercorn was first buying. And they became friends and bonded over shitty parents and getting high. It's convenient, actually, because Lasercorn likes to stay out of the house most of the time and Sohinki doesn't have anyone that will care if he has people over. So lots of sleepovers!!!

And drug selling is also how the Bois met Mari.

So when I was figuring out Mari's character, I was thinking. Is there anything special I can do with her?? Like Lasercorn is punk, Sohinki sells drugs, what can I do here??? And then I realized.

Gross rave kids are a thing. I can't really fully explain why I chose this??? Like it just feels right for her in this story. So I'm running with it. (And I probably did way to much research on club drugs and illegal teenage activites for this haha woops)

Her parents are both there, but not a lot? Like they aren't super neglectful like Sohinki's but also don't really give her much attention at all. And they fight a Lot. Like constantly. There isn't a lot of peace in her house ever, and her parents are usually too busy being angry at each other to love her. She tried getting their attention with good grades and ballet, but it didn't work. They hardly ask her about grades, and she isn't sure if they've ever been to even on of her recitals. So, she said fuck it, and got into raving.

And there are like two kinds of teen raves? Approved ones, where there are people that don’t let you in with drugs or alcohol, more public events, really just glorified dance parties with underground music. Then there’s the underground ones, which are pretty illegal since it's a bunch of 13-25 year olds doing drugs and drinking alcohol in abandoned buildings. Three guesses for which type Mari frequents. A lot of dancing and cool stuff happens at underground raves. That's cool. Y'know what also happens at them that is kind of less cool? Girls getting drugged and raped. A lot less cool.

So she was at a party and she isn't careful enough, and gets her drink roofied. But before the assface that did it can make any moves, someone had called the cops. And everyone is leaving in a rush because they obvs don’t really feel like getting arrested. Guess who happened to be passing through the area when this goes down? Lasercorn and Sohin.

And they see everyone leaving, but then there's this girl who can barely walk and is passed out on the ground? And long story short theyre like shit we cant just let her get arrested/fucking die or something so they take her to Sohin's house, and the teen angst club gains a member!

So Joven gets seated near them in homeroom, and after a while he sort of joins their little friend group, they like him and hang out with him and he ends up liking them a lot because?? These are real friends??? Which he's never really had because back home nobody really liked him??? But these guys are so nice and funny despite how fucked their situations are??? And he joins the group.

About halfway through the year, Joven gets moved to an honors science class, and ends up sitting next to this kid who is really quiet and has long hair and dresses like some kind of emo anime dweeb. (I've decided that he wears black gauges because FUCK he would look good with earrings you cant tell me he wouldn’t) I wonder who that could be??

Well Joven gets help from him on the work in class, and starts talking with him a lot, and finds out his name is Wesley and that he is kind of an anime dweeb but isn't actually that emo or anything? He just likes that kind of music and stuff and dresses like it, but he actually is really sweet and funny and likes video games and stuff.

And Wesley doesn't have any friends, really, because people are usually off-put by how he dresses/he can be very enthusiastic about his interests and stuff and people are dicks and make fun of him and bully him for that. And even though he is Large and pretty strong he doesn't want to hurt anyone so he doesn't fight back. So he sort of just learned how to shut himself up and stay quiet around people?? Because when he is his Energetic and happy self!! People don't like that.

Wes is also part of team shit parents. His parents are Smart and have degrees and shit; and also have VERY high expectations for him, and don’t really care about much else when it comes to him. Wes is super Smart as well, all honors classes, straight A's, but it is never enough for his mom and dad. They expect high marks, but don't congratulate him on them, just deem them 'acceptable' and tell him to keep working. B's and lower are met with lectures and punishment. (He is also dealing with the fact that he has pretty bad ADHD but isn't getting any sort of treatment? And has to work through that.) Wes wants to make them happy, and all he wants is validation from them, but he never gets it and just ends up stressing way to much over his work. And teachers don't really do much to help? So he's kind of stuck in this rut of trying as hard as he can and doing great but not being told so.

So when he meets Joven, who introduces him to the rest of the group, it's like??? Friends??? People who are impressed and happy for me??? And don't make fun of me when I get excited or make funny voices??? And he is so happy that he can finally be himself around people.

Finally, Flitz is brought in through Mari.

Flitz comes from a poor family, with no dad because sometimes people die when they shouldn't. (And that isn't because he is stereotypes, to be clear, he has mentioned that his dad wasn't around when he was growing up, and that he grew up poor and I kind of wanted to write that) But he doesn't let anyone know, and does sports and breakdancing and is super cool! But not really popular because he is very open with his weird personality and philosophical interests, which don’t really go over well with a bunch of shitty high school kids.

And he meets Mari when she sees him practicing his dancing by himself on the stage in the empty school auditorium, where she was going to practice her dancing a little. And they are like “2 person dance session??? Yes”

And they have fun showing off and watching each other’s moves, and they get talking, and Mari is like. I know people who will like you.

And that’s what I got! They hang out and smoke weed sometimes (except Wes because asthma) and have fun and deal with bullies together, and they all just really love that they have friends who like them for them and it’s nice but also angsty and I love it.

Sorry that was so long but I had a lot to talk about. If you read this far, thank you for reading my rant!! And feel free to send me asks and talk to me about it. That’s all for now! ~<3

#smosh #smosh games #teenage disasters au #nerd says stuff #my stuff #headcanons

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lacnunga · 7 years ago

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due to the recent attention quincey and my strange love child has gotten, i’ve decided to do a post of my ‘character building’ aka ‘me just aimlessly rambling at Q in tumblr chat and getting overly invested in our hopeless little loser’. enjoy (or dont idk idc)

Naruto oc Gear

· platonic bff w/ kankuro

· i feel like they deserve a mullet. they're completely oblivious to why other people Hate it. they think it's cool.

· "it feels swishy kank. kank. feels like Wind Country style. kank why are you laughing?"

· nobody understands why someone 'cool' like kankuro hangs around with this dork

· its like kakashi and gai. kankuro just shrugs - "dude is a good listener. and they write valentines cards to karasu. they're a weirdo and i love them so back tf off'

· gear:: nyah

· kank: what?

· gear, staring at him through their souless glasses: you know, nyah *makes kitty motions*

· *gear proceeds to be drop kicked all the way to fire country border*

· also, nobody know whether gear is male or female or...other?? except their doctor, who enjoys keeping it a secret from a frustrated kankuro.

· gear has promised him a years worth of buying hi hamburger steaks if he manages to find it out, so kank has some incentive

· its been nearly ten years...no luck

· temari doesnt understand the friendship, but its not the weirdest thing her fam is involved in so

· gear is v scared of gaara though, especially when gaara, in a bid to 'understand his family better' tries to get to know him. gear tries to avoid gaara, but he's. always. there.

· kank in the end tells gear to Just Talk to Gaara, there's like a 50% chance he won't kill them (if only for kank's sake)

· wind forwards to a v awkward interrogation session where gear tries to explain the appeal of fireworks and the concept of second hand embarassment

· no wait

· i just had a brilliant idea

· gear is the pioneer of light up ninja sandals

· are they practical? no way

· are they weirdly satisfying? hell yeah

· (when too many shinobi got caught in the field bc their sandals lit up, by decree of the kazekage they can only be worn in the village

· and preferably never, according to Temari)

· also gear is a big fan of shino. why? (because I love shino) but Actually because kankuro is still bitter about losing to him

· so when gear meets shino they make it their mission to become Great Friends, aka the Hoopiest of Froods

· Rub In That Salt. Can You Taste It Kank? All That Salt.

· their name is now Gear, or in the japanese version, Giya ギヤ (aka just Gear in katakana - hell, if it works for Lee.) fter visiting konoha kank is sulking bc gear went on and on about how shino was a Cool Guy and had Flair and a certain je ne sais quois ( doesnt know what that means, but it sounds adoring and he Hates it. Gear is his friend, not Shinos)

· Especially when he remembers that Shino kicked his asssss

· eventually gear gets ticked off and commisions a cake with big writing on it 'STOP SULKING, KITTY'. kank is weirdly frustrated that gear has remembered his favourite flavour cake

· gear makes him sarcastic friendship bracelets

· though gear and shino bond over the fact that nobody knows what their faces/eyes look like. its sort of like an Achievement Unlocked.

· Gear is then integrated into the Aburame family as a honors member

· Gets home made pies when ever they visit

· Kankuro is jelly as usual but does not argue over the pie

· when shino demonstrates his kikaichuu technique, gear waves their arms around making obnoxious buzzing noises. shino sniggers.

· hell most things can be forgiven for pie

· gear actually becomes very good at mimicking the kikaichuu noises so when they go back to suna gear makes the noises when kankuro is least expecting it. the suprised punches to the nose are so worth it.

· I can just see kankuro just spazzing out before just decking this nerd in the face!

· Ok but Kin adopts them and loves them but just...just hates their fashion sense more then anything in the world

· she just eyes their mullet with a twitching brow. gear is holding onto their visor with all their might and watching out for any kunai that might come close to his fabulous mane.

· lets face it, if shino and gear had a bit of a 'snip snip' training accident, kin wouldn't be disappointed

· and of course if gear becomes friends with shino, they gotta get along w/ team eight as well. kiba is eyeing their hair with a strange mixture of envy and incredulity. hinata draws gear up some new face-masks. they love them, even the pink floral ones.

· hinata, handing over the masks: d-do you like them?

· gear, choked up and holding back sobs: they're fine

· Gear has a habit of coming to Kank in the middle of the night with the weirdest shit. They knock on his door at three in the morning looking like they're about to cry.

· G: Kank I've done something awful I'm a murderer

· Kank is basically ready to help bury a body

· K:okay okay don't panic what did you do?

· G: *whispering* I eat eight spiders a year kank. EIGHT SPIDERS. HOW MANY SPIDER ORPHANS HAVE I LEFT TO GRIEVING SPIDER WIDOWS KANK. I'm a MONSTER.

· K:...go home.

· K: Spends the night googling 'is it true you swallow eight spiders a year?')

· i have the idea that gear was a really plain child. you know the kind that never really got noticed and people just realised they were there when they tripped over them.

· and they finally got sick of it when they graduated the academy like

· 'well now im just going to be so Extra you wont have a choice but to notice me fuck you'

· now thats not to say they realise the mullet is a bad idea, however it does have the extra incentive of people going 'oh hi- DEAR LORD WHAT'S THAT ON YOUR HEAD'

· plot twist, they look so completely ordinary under the glasses and mask that even the people who saw their face don't remember it the second they look away

· surprisingly gear makes an excellent undercover operative

· Just take off the mask and goggles and visor, fashion their hair a lil, and put on a plain kimmon and BAM Gear is an under cover cop

· exactly. kankuro is really weirded out by the idea that any of the sort of twenty yo people he passes on the street could be gear

· Kankuro was terrified of gaara but boy o boy does Gear just raise the steaks a lil

· They could be anywhere

· Behind that bush, near the bush, IS THE BUSH

· one time gear was on a mission with their team and they got separated. in the fight, gear lost his mask, broke his glasses and his visor got tossed. when they returned to their team they had to spend the whole journey back convincing them that 'YES this is me i swear see? im wearing the same underwear!' 'how would we know what underwear you started out wearing?' 'I THOUGHT WE HAD A BOND'

· they meet kankuro on the way into town and gear is just like 'here, kank is my buddy, he'll tell you im me'

· 'well kankuro-sama, is this Gear?'

· K:...im gonna be honest i cant fucking tell

· K:but are they wearing blue boxers with ducks on them?

· Squad captain: WHY DO YOU-???

· Kankuro: THINGS HAPPENED OK THEYRE WEIRD AND JUST- DO THEY OR DONT THEY?

· Gear: *shit eating grin*

· Temari actually thought those two were together for a long time and they both just missed her euphemistic references to their ahem 'friendship' until Gaara mentions they couldn't put romantic partners on a team together and Kank just

· ucking falls off his chair like

· K: Wait what? Since when have we been romantic partners?? News to me??

· When he talks to Gear about it they seem unfazed just straightfaced tell Kankiro that 'you make my kokoro go doki doki'. Kank doesn't speak to them for a week

· Aka Gear is once again relegated to the sofa

· Gear seems to say 'so worth it' a lot

· Most of the time it really isnt

· Gears surprisingly good a dancing, specifically the fancy pants type dancing.

· So bc Kank is the kazekage's brother he's invited to a fancy do somewhere and he brings along Gear as his +1 bc hes a loser w/o a bf/gf. before the do he's just pointedly asking Gear like 'look do i need to teach you how to dance? because there will be dancing. fancy dancing. it will be Expected of You. do you want a dance tutor. are you sure? Are You SURE?'

· Gear is just waving him off 'Relax kitty, its cool' Kank is just mentally preparing apology speeches for Very Important Peoples' crushed toes

· the night comes along and Kank is making awkward small talk with some girl who roped him in when suddenly he's yanked away from the convo by Gear

· before he knows it they're on the dancefloor and SURPRISE gear is waaaay better at dancing than kank's stiff penguin shuffle

· gear takes great pleasure in dipping him really low at the end

· and they never let kank forget about it

· so i dont know if kankuro went to the ninja academy but lets assume he does

· *did

· so he and gear are in the same class

· but gear is of course always forgotten

· until one day kankuro notices them because IDK he runs into them and knocks them over or something

· so somehow they hang out that day and kank realises 'yeah this kid is a good one i could hang out with this dude like forever. mine now.'

· and the next day kank tries to find Gear except

· the fucker is so Unnoticable

· kank is just standing in the middle of the room scratching his head trying to figure out who the fuck he was talking to yesterday. gear of course doesnt have their sparkling personality yet and so is too shy/embaressed to go up to kank and remind him that 'hey this is what my face looks like'

· eventually they do hang out again though

· and the same thing happens

· kank gets fed up and brings in his face makeup and like draws reminders on gears face

· gear is fine with it, just wandering around all day with purple paint on their face

· except ppl keep making fun of them so kank wears the paint as well as like a solidarity thing

· of course gear finds his own look at the end of their academy days but kank carries on wearing the paint from then on(also gear used to be the kind of person who cried really easily and the paint showed it ALL up. they weren't too keen on walking around with tear tracks and smudges on their face, so mullet it is lol)

· sad idea

· gear is kankuro's first and best friend

· sure, kankuro has other friends, but no real Friends outside of his fam later on, bc when he was smaller every interaction with other kids was coloured by him being related to the Sand Demon

· kids didn't want to be friends with him bc they were scared for their lives (and kank threw himself into his puppet making for something to do bc puppets werent to emotionally fickle as kids)

· so he latched onto gear and they became integral parts of their lives without even realising it

· one day, gear leaves on a mission. they dont come back. they're declared MIA

· it varies between villages but generally its one-two months before a MIA ninja is declared KIA

· kank isnt worried about gear. gear is a tough dude, they'll come back.

· a week passes and kank isnt worried

· two weeks passes, and he's getting twitchy, spending more and more time hunched up in his studio, tinkering with his puppets

· three weeks passes without a sign from gear, and he's wrecked seven puppet prototypes in senseless death battles and he doesnt want to think about why he's become so snappy and easily frustrated

· (temari pops in on him every so often, forcing sandwiches and energy drinks on him even as he ignores her, whittling down a wooden ball joint with singular concentration)

· the fourth week draws to a close and kank is visiting the mission room every day, lingering inside the doorway, scaring returning genin teams with his impatient aura. he's making trips around the hospitals in case they had an unidentified body turned in (he knows gear by their scars even if their face just wont stick)

· saturday rolls around and kankuro is dragging himself down to the morgues, the crematoriums, clamping down on the threatening waves of despair - he asks by name, by description, by the rate of decay on any bodies returned by scavenging teams sent out across the sandy oceans

· there is no sign of gear, not a peep as the fourth week draws to a close, the deadline for Suna mia operatives

· he goes to the records office to bear witness as they change the status on gear's paperwork, and he feels hollow, like karasu as the red ink is drawn through the status box

· he returns to his house, silent. temari is there, waiting, with a worried furrow between her brows (he thinks he even saw gaara, who was so changed since the chuunin exams, peer at him through his bedroom doorway opened just a crack, that emerald stare assessing, before retreating again)

· he closes the door to his workshop with a calm firmness, blocking out temari's questions

· kankuro stares at his puppets, propped up on various stands and in the corners, half assembled carapaces that seemed to mock him with their glassy stares

· he snaps

· kankuro thinks this is what gaara must have felt like, pulled under by the whirlwind of emotions as he rampages, trashing models and ripping up drawings and smashing incomplete headless, armless bodies. it feels like there isn't enough destruction to match the hole gear's death has left in his own chest and he only stops when his fist pulls its punch instinctively, barely an inch to karasu's face, those lovingly sanded planes and features carved with years of practice and patience

· now karasu is left, his friend before, during, after Gear, and he never thought there would be an 'after Gear' - gear was only a chuunin, they didn't leave the village on any dangerous missions, not like the sand siblings

· kankuro doesnt leave his workshop for three days

· on the third he comes out, with karasu and gathers his supplies. he leaves for the funeral, to send off his friend

· when they had visited konoha, he's seen their Memorial to the dead - a great stone slab, with their names carved into it, the oldest names almost worn away with time and touch. suna doesnt have a memorial - the souls of their shinobi are memorialised at the Oasis

· the spirit oasis lies a few hours run outside of the city of suna, towards the east - once, or so the tales go, the oasis was part of a giant aquaduct that fed the blooming gardens of a wealthy empress, a long time before the establishment of the hidden villages. now, the oasis is a forest of crumbled stone and faceless statues, a giant pair of stone legs, broken at the knee marking the entrance. past there runs a river, mysterious in its crystal clarity - many suna scientists have tried to find the rivers origins and where it disappears to, but it remains one of the sand's greatest mysteries

· it became known as the spirit oasis by the first kazekage, who saw the electric blue lights bob and weave above the rushing waters at night - he took it as a sign, and saw, from the top of the tallest ruin, the great crater that he would build his village in.

· it is to the oasis that the suna shinobi go to remember their dead, and to let them go. it is where kankuro went. it is where he ended up kneeling beside the gently gurgling river, amongst the offerings of food and sake left behind from the visits of other shinobi. bells tinkle melodious in the soft winds, accompanied by the flutter of the shimenawa papers. he looked into the water, so clear he could see the mosaic tiles on the bottom of the aqua duct, and tried to imagine the corpse of his friend, buried somewhere under the grains of sand, lost, decaying until only his bones are left, to be collected one day many generations down, or simply to be forgotten until the gods reclaimed their peoples. kankuro imagines gear's spirit, their soul, instead, bobbing along in this river, laughing and dancing in the night, blue, bright, electric

· "I- Geez, I can't believe you're making me say this, you idiot. I guess, I miss you. It hardly feels like you're gone. It's been, huh, i don't know how long. For me, weeks, since you've died, but I guess it only really hit me some days ago. You- urgh, you really always need to have the last word, don't you, G-"

· Kankuro froze as the wind moaned. It was the wind, right? He knew the reports from the shinobi who had visited this place - odd sounds like groans and moans of the deceased spirits, and the embittered jounin who simply waved the tales off as the sounds the wind makes as it howls through the archways and pillars of the ruins.

· he strains his ear for any other sounds and- there, again. It doesn't sound like the wind, he decides. it sounds like a person, a flesh and blood person. he rises to his feet, slowly pulling a kunai silently out of his pouch. he's ready for an attack as he makes his way through the labyrinth of ruins, following the sounds of grunts and pants of pain. he turns a corner and finds his quarry.

· a fellow suna shinobi, judging by the tattered dull flak vest. brown hair matted to the head with crusted blood, the shinobi is slumped over a large piece of the ceiling that had fallen down centuries ago. as kankuro approaches, the shinobi gestured weakly with their own kunai, dripping blood onto the weeded tiles.

· "who..." the shinobi rasps out

· kankuro doesnt have to hear any more than that word - he recognises the voice, knows it because it's been cycling around his head with endless quips and puns and sarcastic riddles over the past few days. it was a voice he didnt think he'd ever hear again, and now that he has-

· he dropped his kunai with a metallic clutter and swiftly crouched in front of the shinobi, casually brushing away the brandished knife that couldn't have speared a paralysed mouse. slowly, his hands grasped the drooped chin and he straightened the slumped head, so he could look the shinobi in the eyes.

· they were brown and bruised around the edges. they stared back at kankuro for a moment, almost dead, before a spark of recognition lit up in them, and they crinkled up. the blood-tinted mouth stretched up too, showing a set of battered teeth. one hand come up to tug at kankuro's hair.

· "...hey kitty. was the service...good?"

· kankuro laughs and leans forwards, so his forhead touches the other.

· "you're- you're a fucking idiot. you asshole-"

· Gear just grins.

· ………..

· also i had an idea about gear's family

· since they're hoity toity ima imagine they're an Old Clan

· they were maybe friends of the first kazekage, and howsabout they built the water delivery system for the village

· sooo even though they're not really relevant anymore (especially with the rise of more modern technology etc) they're still trying to regain that 'friendship'/allience whatever they had with the first kazekage

· they consider themselves one of the village founders bc of their water systems but they're Not Really. basically the family is pretty stuck up and gear's parents are pretty peeved that Gear doesnt care more about his family history/doesnt conduct themselves with dignity

· Gears parents are snooty plumbers

· family name = 水瓶座/mizugameza

· aka Aquarius/water bearer

· not their original name but they rebranded themselves all fancy like after doing the village plumbing lol

· gear is actually kind of embarassed about their family's attitude which is well known (and sometimes mocked) around the village

· they prefer to just be known as Gear minus family name hence Kankuro didn't actually know which family Gear was a part of until quite a bit into their friendship

· Gear ur a beautiful child I'm glad u were made

· gear deserves all the happiness

· the only reason im glad they're not canon is so they're spared the boruto ending

#theres like a little angsty ficlet in the middle but mostly its gear being a Total Adorable Loser #naruto oc #gear mizugameza

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