#was looking Straight at me as if im in the position of the scum of the earth. creepy. she sounds so done and tired too. i love it.

[aria0fgold]

The moment I start listening to three different versions of a song is the moment I just know... I absolutely love it. (As if the amount of repeats I've had of it in the background wasn't enough).

[misschifuyu]

holloe this is my first time requesting on tumblr and is it alright if i request anything non angst for haitani brothers? you can let ur imagination run free i just want content for them 😭😭😭😭 have a nice day !!

- hello my love !! im so honoured to be the first blog to get a request from you omgkdsdk, we also love to see a fellow haitani enthusiast so i do you like this little drabble !

Train back home

genre: fluff

warnings: none

The ringing of the last whistle was heard loudly throughout the station, even from the inside of the cabin.

Without a doubt, everyone at the station knew of the train’s immediate departure, and yet it still remained immobile. A low, impatient groan was heard before you, as a result of the circumstances.

Admittedly, there had already been a 15 minute delay, causing other passengers to mumble to each other about what the cause could be.

You, on the other hand, simply had to listen to the one sat in the seat in front of you complain about the tardiness.

You, on the other hand, simply had to listen to the one sat in the seat in front of you complain about the tardiness.

You, on the other hand, simply had to listen to the one sat in the seat in front of you complain about the tardiness.

“Why the hell is it taking so long?”

As if you were the driver or the lord of the train tracks, he voiced his complaints to you whilst he leaned on the window, staring out at the busy platform.

You were by far the only ones waiting aimlessly around, but at least you were sat down unlike those stood outside, awaiting the train that was yet to arrive on the rails.

"Ran, we're leaving already...Besides, what's the rush to get home?"

The eldest Haitani sibling, as much as he'd have a proud smile on his face most of the time, had a horrible case of very, very short temper when it came to getting somewhere.

He was like a child that would constantly ask if they were there yet, how long there was left, that they were bored...

"Frankly, I don't want to spend all afternoon in here"

Giving him an apathetic look, you turned to look out the window yourself, instantly feeling the train rumble before finally starting its trajectory. One less problem now, you thought.

Now you simply had to make sure that the snoozing Rindou on your shoulder wasn't startled awake unless you wanted an annoyed outburst from his behalf.

See, the three of you had been spending the past few days in the city of Yokohama; not over anything related to the brothers' infamous delinquent tendencies, but rather because you had been wanting to visit the city just south from Tokyo for quite some time now.

When the two found out that you were going alone, they had immediately invited themselves along, saying that there was no telling what was going on over there when it came to scums like the ones they dealt with on a daily basis.

You were actually quite happy to spend a little trip with them. The Haitanis had known you since very young, and they were inarguably one of the closest friends you had, as much as their fame was anything but usual.

Unfortunately, you hadn't taken into account that they would be quite...difficult travellers if a journey was any longer than a few stops on the metro.

This was really all coming into light now that you were on your way back from the busy days you had all happily spent.

At least, you thought, only one of the two was posing to be a pain.

Ran's temper slowly calmed back down once he realised that you were on your way back now, as much as the 40 odd minutes he'd have to spend sat down hurt him.

"You can take a nap, if you'd like. I'll stay awake until we get there"

As you spoke, he turned his head to look at you, his expression having visibly softened from just a few minutes earlier. The sight of his sleeping brother made him let out a low chuckle.

"Don't be like that...he said he was tired before we even got to the station. Not his problem he can actually handle a normal train ride"

His eyes widened at your words, looking straight into yours. There was a clear, mocking tone in his voice as he responded to your remark.

"He's just a child still, he falls asleep anywhere. Don't think he's much different from me when he's awake on these things"

You believed his words, honestly. Rindou was impatient all the time, so you'd expect him to be the same if stuck in a cabin for a good while.

"But, alas, he is sleeping and you're not"

"I'd fall asleep too if I was in his position"

Eyebrows slightly raising, you watched as the one before you turned his lips up into a knowing smile.

Ran has always tested his luck with you, and though you could never be sure if he was being honest or not with his comments, they'd always catch you off guard.

You held much affection for both of them, and it was rare you ever got to spend so much time with them.

It frightened you, more times than you'd admit, to know the boys you once knew as little middle schoolers were now out and getting involved in dangerous situations.

But, at the end of the day, they'd always visit you in top shape, a few scratches here and there maybe, but in one piece.

It had been nice to see them live a relatively normal life during the days in Yokohama and, of course, you had taken many photos to remember the trip.

And now you were to return back to Tokyo, specifically to their beloved Roppongi. Back to the usual, old life, watching the days go by with them always somewhere nearby.

"Earth to Y/N"

Snapping out of your thoughts, you gave a little jolt as his voice reached your ears. A soft intake of air was heard by your shoulder, and you quickly made sure that you hadn't woken Rindou up accidentally.

"There you are. You've gotta stop daydreaming like that, you know? I mean, I'm right here, after all"

Unable to hold back a giggle at his words, you hoped you weren't moving too much for the resting one beside you.

As a result, a genuine smile decorated Ran's features, his skin tinted with the orange hue of the sun's rays that filtered in through the window.

Admittedly, you had always deemed him attractive; it was just a little complicated to tell him when you were such good friends with his brother.

You didn't want to let the baby of the Haitani family feel left out, of course.

It was simply another thought of yours to add to the large collection you had of them. Above all stood the ones of appreciation for having found them, all those years back, and still standing by them to this day.

As the afternoon sights of Yokohama's outskirts passed by at a rapid pace, you could only wish to slow down time and hold the moment in your hands, smiling over at Ran as you softly petted Rindou's hair, still fast asleep.

[lunar-lair]

ok say hello to my insanely new oc who ive made entirely to be a villain who is still an excellent adult and a decent parent, probably. cares too much abt kids. think reigen mob psycho with a drop or two of milla. worked under Nick From The Mailroom and was actually in on his scheme.

has always been rather cold and brash towards adults, but is more caring towards kids. in my brain he has a brooklyn type accent? rough and tumble, walks around without a tie, yknow? they keep him cause he sorts mail real good, though.

(added a read more because this got INSANELY LONG AKSKSK i spent like an hr on this h)

he was a delugeionist, but only because he kinda just wanted to rip the world apart a little; lysandre vibes, thinks a lot of it is scum and needs to go. thinks the *psychonauts* are scum and need to go. hes psychic but suppressed it, think aquato parents but extra toxic about it, and straight up just saying being psychic is unnatural. wouldnt go to loboto parent lengths tho. so he adopted that thought of 'being psychic is unnatural and wrong', which contributed to a lot of self hate that was never learned out. likely, he realizes hes a shitty person and thinks he needs to go too. so like...yknow hank, dbh? kinda the vibe im gettin right now. way more formal, of course, and while usually gruff, is more polite when its needed; can and *will* beat the shit out of you verbally in a factual way, though, and can talk more street-lingo if hes talkin to real thugs. (probably winged it on his own after failing college or smth, hes got the vibes.)

anyways, its this plot where he slinks off and starts planting mistrust in the psychonauts or something. and inevitably he just...shows up and starts kidnapping people. dismantling things from the inside and all that. he left and formed a group who also hated psychics at some point, likely friends of his parents and friends of friends, all from his hometown. all of them fight *insanely* dirty, and a lot of them are insanely vulgar. the kids are supposed to be kept away.

but theres a line to follow here.

this man is a fold to raz. hates the psychonauts, hates being psychic, adopted his parent's hate of psychics, hates the *world.* raz is young and unburdened and unjaded...mostly. hes not the shock of water some young characters can be when it comes to being the foils of other characters; think steven with a villain or something, right? but raz is sassy and a little jaded, and not total sunshine positivity.

hes a child this man could look down on and not be immediately annoyed by, who is worried by yet respects raz's realization of the world as it is, however little that is.

and yet raz is still his foil. he still mostly loves the psychonauts, despite it all, he loves being psychic, for the most part, he dodged adopting his parents previous values, he still seems to have an even view of the world as a whole.

raz is jaded, if only a little, but he moved past it and accepted that things could still be bright. this man is jaded, but he stayed in his stormclouds, never looked for the sun.

ok where. was i. RIGHT ok so. at the beginning of this...story? the man finds raz being talked down to by one of the office workers; someone with weak psychic powers whos insanely jealous of his prowess. an adult who envies the young prodigy. and theyre giving him some insane task to do, like cleaning all of the closets within the hour, but hes saved the world twice, so he smiles and nods along, because he said he would help around the motherlobe, and this adult is asking him to do something that seems simple enough.

and this guy, internally, goes 'bitch.' for a good long second bc 1. dude even if you envy a kid, kinda fucked to show that?? not their fault 2. WHY are you asking a 10 year old to do that. why is there a 10 year old here. holy shit thats a 10 year old oh my god hes so tiny (no one told him there was a 10 year old because they knew hed stomp right up to management but. regardless. he is going to stomp up to management after this and no one can really stop him. except maybe raz well see)

so yknow. dude fixes his slight slouch and walks forward and politely tells this woman that 1. hes 10 why are you jealous of him and 2. hes 10????????? and shes like shit hes 10. and apologizes. and walks away

and raz is VERY ?? bc she was doing what? why is him being 10 important? and its that young part of you that gets pissed when people try to keep you from doing things because youre young and hes DEFINITELY yet to learn that piling responsibilites that should be handled by adults onto a child is fucked up in its own special way (looking at you ford, *nick*)

and the dude calmly explains because yea. he gets that. and he still sounds gruff and a little peeved but he squats down to razs height and he talks simply and factually, telling him straight on why it isnt right.

and. huh. people dont really do that for raz. except for sasha, sometimes, everyone likes to dodge the truth a lot with him, because hes 10, and sometimes, hes too nice to tug it out of them.

and this guy, this man that raz is already polishing a trophy for 'good adulting' in the back of his brain with his striking statements about how adults should handle things and kids should-kids should...get to have fun. not be traumatized.

for the shock on his face when raz said hed already saved the world a couple times, whats some closets. he reigned it in, said that its weird he saved the world, because thats usually their jobs.

and this guy offers his hand on instict before he stands up, even though he doesnt seem very sweet and kind like the adults that usually offer raz a hand. and he takes it, i think. he takes it.

warm. warm, a little nice.

reminds raz of his dad, maybe. he wonders if this man has any kids himself, but keeps his mouth shut, because he thinks he already has the answer, and its yes.

(he doesnt have any. he would wish he did, but he knows hed fail to raise them right.)

and when he stands, he asks raz what he was asking that woman for, and he says hes doing tasks around the motherlobe because his papers are still coming in. the man doesnt ask. (he knows what 'papers' means, realizes this is the tiny junior psychonaut every room in the damn place has been buzzing about, and he has fucking words for forsythe.) he just offers for the kid to sort mail under his supervision.

and that sounds boring. at least, it usually would.

this man is interesting, and a good...person? a good adult? hes...hes new. hes new, and calm, and a little like sasha but a lot not, and he thinks he trusts him.

so raz grins and says yea, mail sorting sounds nice.

(debatably, raz does not take his hand. hes too jaded when it comes to adults. debatably, he does not feel any warmth from this man who has taught him every adult has been telling him wrong. debatably, im projecting. but thats the whole point of ocs, hm?)

and then holes crop up in motherlobe systems. people are kidnapped.

raz keeps seeing the strange man, keeps telling him things, keeps hearing back, gruff and factual and a little annoyed, but raz can almost-just-barely tell its not at him, with the way he talks.

he can tell. he can tell.

he can never tell. this man is making sure he can tell.

raz trusts the man, is still polishing that trophy for 'best adulting' he has settling in the back of his mind.

and then the man comes with a militia.

he did not seem jaded. he did not seem hateful. he never showed any anger or hate towards raz.

but thats because he knows kids dont deserve it.

an excellent moral or two. a rotten, broken heart.

and at first, they keep the kids away, because these people fight dirty, because this isnt their battle, because the man has been sending emails about why 15 year olds are in a secret psychic agency.

(he does not mention raz. by razs second visit, he had just marked the boy down as another reason to hate the psychonauts as a whole, and especially its higher ups.

hes also regretting his alliance to nick by about the third. if he had known the man would puppet a child as if they were a toy, he would have organized his own rebellion ages ago.)

but eventually, the psychonauts need all hands on deck.

they send the children to find the missing agents.

the interns are fought on the way. some of them avoid the child, know the boss would pummel them.

they get to the base, and the strange man, the one with the broken trophy for 'best adult' (still barely-polished, because hes still so sure) still nestled in the back of razs brain, is still there.

the junior psychonauts are spotted. one of the guards throws a few rocks aimlessly.

they surprise them. one almost hits raz.

its intercepted instead.

and the other junior psychonauts watch as this man, their enemy, a villain, in their eyes, reprimands the other man for even accidentally daring, for even trying. for doing something they might have done just a month or so ago, if they had decided he was too much weirder than they already had.

and he yells something like, "Why the hell is he even here?! This is an enemy base, of whats a rebellion! This is a *10 year old*! What kind of adult sends a child *near* something like that?!" and he truly sounds angry this time, raz finds. hes too angry to keep it in. he still sounds gruff and oddly proper. raz is standing there, arms hanging. hes baffled in a specific way, the way he was every time the man's brow furrowed when he mentioned a harrowing story, the way he was the first day they met.

and he asks, a little quiet, a little small, a reminder of how young he really is, "Why are you still trying to keep me safe? We're supposed to be enemies now."

And his brow furrows further before flattening out, and he tilts onto one leg, and he swears he almost kneels to a knee.

He cant believe it. He really cant.

"You're 10." he says simply, softly, that factual way. "You shouldn't even be here."

and raz pauses. the interns freeze.

"...well, here I am."

and i think...it would be so intriguing if this was done halfway out of the mind, because this man is so against anything psychic. it would be so *compelling.*

so raz steps forward and asks again, asks why hes doing this.

and the mans eyes harden, he tries to turn off that soft heart, trying to remind himself of all that he hates. because he hates the psychonauts, because he sort of hates the world.

and raz asks why he could ever hate the psychonauts, head tilted, before listing off the few he knows to be true. but other than that, how? and ok, the world sucks a little, yea, hes seen that, gets that.

and he appreciates that this kid isnt totally gung ho about existence.

but he hates that he isnt, too.

and its this back and forth. everything the man hates, why he hates it. raz saying why its good but admitting why its bad.

and hes swayed, just a little.

but the man stands up from the kneel hed inevitably instinctively put himself into, and walks forward, hand held out yet again.

"You shouldn't be in the Psychonauts," he tells him, soft, factual, brow furrowed. "Come with me. I'll bring you back to your parents, or wherever it is you want to go."

raz contemplates. thinks, for a long moment.

he grabs the mans hand, warm and firm, yet again, for a terrifying moment.

before he reaches up to slap a mental door on his forehead, and astral projects into it.

he thinks this man is good. thinks hes just jaded.

thinks hes the best adult hes ever met, one who just happens to hate a lot of things.

hes only 10.

hes not letting someone who can tell him so clearly whats wrong and right for adults to tell him go that easily.

aaaand yknow. raz does his razzy thing. learns about why the guy hates the world and the psychonauts and himself. helps him learn that its not all bad, that he was excellent to raz, and still is, that things can be bad and good all at once.

the man concedes that raz is very capable, very smart, and can do a lot. but that doesnt mean he should have to.

raz tells him, though, that he likes working for the psychonauts. its his dream. and he realizes some things he was told to do were kinda screwed up, now. that maybe, in honesty, he was dealt a bad hand.

but hes done what he can with that hand, and he ended up with a royal flush.

and uh! yknow!! then raz leaves his mind and he calls off the rebellion! its like a rhombus of ruin type adventure, except without the villain being present beforehand. its just not clustered in insanely close with a ton of other wild shit.

anyways this got really long? sorry?? its an oc i just saw good adult and slight father vibe potential in the vibe i instantly got on him and then i went feral???? rip maybe someone will read this and if you did. congrats i honestly really liked how the whole foil and good-yet-bad and consideration of raz being 10 thing worked out. this oc is almost like our representative in the psychonauts world the way reigen is for the audience in mp100. yea :) i match them up a lot but thats just cause they vibe a lot. anyways its 1:40 am now and i spent abt an hour on this hope it vibed mildly byeeee

[valkyrieofsmut]

How would the boys react if they were out with mc and a guy was hitting on mc but before they can get to her the guy puts there hands on her and mc just snaps and does some sort of move to put them dude on the ground.

Thank you for the ask! Had to think about it a bit, but I think it would go a little like this-   

(Pre reaction set up) He’d be getting super irritated, a growl in his ribcage, disapproval in his eyelights, and intent to stop the man harassing his girl- his tiny human, his (Y/n), getting up and starting over there, preparing to move his ass away, by force, if necessary! The man grabbed her ass (that was fucking it!!!) and then, just- the guy is on his back. It was too fast- did she punch him in the sternum? Did she... just flip him over her shoulder...? Did she... yeah, she had one of the guy’s arms up on his back from underneath, and the other brought over from his shoulder... he wasn’t getting back up, though he was struggling quite a bit...

Classic- He stops, just standing there, shocked... She... she just... Oh... ok... He sits back down, watching as the bouncer takes the guy from her and leads him outside. She walked back over to him and sat down with their drinks. “wow, babe, really brought him down to size.��� She rolled her eyes, but didn’t lean away as he got close to nuzzle a kiss at her. “ya wanna practice somethin’ like that when we get home? y’know, holdin’ me down while i buck up?” He winked.

Creampuff- His skull contorts in surprise as he continues over to her. “(Y/N) ARE YOU ALRIGHT?! I SAW THAT UNCOUTH HUMAN TRYING TO GET YOUR ATTENTION, AND I- BUT I DIDN’T EVEN GET A CHANCE TO GET OVER HERE! YOU’RE AMAZING! WOWIE!” He picks the human up, knowing that he’ll never be able to get away from him, and they walk him over to the bouncer, who’s already on his way, handing him off. After that, he buys a round for their table and boasts about his amazing friend!

Red- He’s about to step in- he’s gonna have a g r e a t t i m e - Wait. What? Did she just...? Oh- oh, sweetheart... He’s- he’s kinda turned on... He continues over to them, now oozing confident nonchalance with a hint of threat, stopping next to them, his hands shoved in his pockets. “lookin’ good, there, sweetheart...” He glares down at the man, leaning down to growl at him, “don’t ever fuckin’ touch my girl again, or she’ll whoop yer ass. an’ ‘en i’ll whoop yer ass.” He stands and kicks the guy... and again... and (Y/n) has to pull him back before he can again, luckily the bouncer had arrived to get the guy and escort him out. Red wrapped his arms around (Y/n) and pulled her close, murmuring into her ear, “how ‘bout we go back ta th’ lodge, an’ ya help me wit a- big- problem i got...” The way he’s pressing his pelvis against her, she knows what it is.

Edge- No one messes with his human! He’s on his way over there when she throws him. He stops in his tracks, watching the situation. She holds the human male until the bouncer comes to collect him, and Edge watches on, waiting in the wings to be back up, but she doesn’t need him. She makes her way back to him, where he’s sat back down at the table, not wanting her to know that he’d even gotten up. “INTERESTING TRIP TO THE BATHROOM, MY FLAME?” His pride is bursting out of him at how capable of handling herself she is.

Blue- He’s already marching his way over there, glaring at the male. His steps falter when she throws him down, but he continues on his way. He stops next to them with his hands on his hips, glaring down at the guy. “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU THAT YOU THINK IT’S OK TO JUST GRAB PEOPLE WITHOUT THEIR PERMISSION? ESPECIALLY WHEN SHE WAS TELLING YOU TO GET LOST!” He pulls out his handcuffs and cuffs him, calling for a police car to come pick him up as the bouncer arrives. He insists that he stays with him until the car arrives, and that (Y/n) stays near him, to not ruin their date. While waiting, he leans close to her, murmuring, “Too Bad They’ll Take The Cuffs With Them; Now We Won’t Be Able To Use Them Tonight... Good Thing I Have Another Pair At Home... Mweh Heh Heh...” When the cops get there and Blue hands the guy over, he’s glad to get the hell away from them so he doesn’t have to hear any more dirty talking.

Stretch- He- he was thinking he should step in, show that idiot not to touch his girl, but then- she threw him on the ground. He sat back down, shock hidden from those around. He’d never have suspected she could do that... but... less work for him he supposed... made it easier knowing that he wasn’t going to have to keep an eye on her at all times- though he probably would, anyway... When she gets back, he thanks her for getting the drinks, but doesn’t say anything about what happened.

Black- His glare is enough to kill, and when he arrives next to the two, He gives the man an ear full. “YOU THINK YOUR SCUM HANDS ARE WORTHY TO TOUCH MY LADY?! YOU SHOULD KEEP IN YOUR OWN LANE, FLITH! YOU’RE LUCKY THAT I DIDN’T GET TO YOU BEFORE SHE DID! I WOULD HAVE DESTROYED YOU! THERE WOULDN’T BE ANYTHING OF YOU LEFT TO TAKE TO JAIL! Wonderful Job, My Pet, Your Skills Are Impressive... You Truly Are A Great Asset To My Life,” he cooed to her as he stroked her cheek, close enough for it to be intimate. “I’ll Reward You As Such When We Arrive Back Home- Make Sure You Are Sure Of The Security Of Your Position...” Oh that smirk- she knew it could only mean one thing...

Mutt- He’s already next to them and has to step out of the way as she throws the guy. He places his heavy boot on the imbecile’s throat, glaring down at him. He doesn’t say anything, but the threats in his expression are enough to speak volumes. The bouncer got there to take him, and Mutt let him go, pressing a little harder on his throat before stepping back. As the man went past, he growled so only he heard, “try anything like that again and you’ll wish for just a boot ta the throat.” After he’s gone, Mutt wraps himself around (Y/n), cuddling and nuzzling at her. “mmm, darlin’, ya tryin’ ta make me jealous? if ya wanted ta be on top ya coulda just told me; i’ll let ya ride the bone train. nyeh heh heh...”

Axe- His whole world focused in on that. He didn’t see the crowd of people, he didn’t see the bouncer on his way, he didn’t even register that (Y/n) had already taken him down. He was walking straight to them, and anyone who didn’t get out of his way was moved. He wrapped his hand around the man’s throat, picking his head up to be eye to tooth with his terrifying, twitching smile. “looks like the livestock is getting uppity... might be time for castration...” (Y/n) has to let the guy go to stop Axe from killing him, but Axe still has his throat in his hand. “you’re lucky she’s here ta stop me... should think about that in the future; ‘who’s here that will murder me and leave me rotting in the parking lot, entrails strung out for the birds?’” A burst of manic laughter left him as the bouncer got there to escort the guy out, (Y/n) assuring him that Axe was ok and not bothering her. He’d wrapped his arms tightly around her, hands clenched in her clothes. “don’t wanna be here. wanna go home... renew my scent marks...” (Y/n) agreed, and he felt a bit better. The guy made a mistake, but you can bet he’s never going to do it again.

Crooks/ Bun- (when he gets his glasses and sees what the hell happened) He’s nervous, he doesn’t like confrontations, but he needs to help (Y/n)! He hurries to her, but she’s already gotten the guy on the ground. He’s relieved. He sees the bouncer coming and waits off to the side until he gets there and takes the guy so that (Y/n) can come back to him. They sit back down and try to enjoy their time together, laughing it off and focusing on other things, though he’s very complimentary of her skill and knowledge of what to do and how to take care of herself in that situation.

Dusty- No- oh hell no! He’s shortcutted the moment the guy’s hand touches her ass, and has to dodge when she throws him. She puts him in a hold faster than Dusty can react, but he still lays his skull down next to the guy, his manic grin twitching as he stares at him. “look at him, pap... he’d be good exp... heh heh... no, pap, i shouldn’t, she’s right there... she doesn’t like it when i kill people... yeah, the exp looks good... heh heh- heheheheheheheh! yeah. could follow ‘im home and get it later...” The guy is going to be scared straight, just from listening to him- even though he’s not talking to him! He’s also going to be looking over his shoulder... for the rest of his life... The one question that remains is, was Dusty really talking to Paps? Or just playing it up as psychological warfare...? Good question...

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[letsperaltiago]

ok time to break my silence caused by the fact that i spent all day making this lol too many feels 

so.. palm springs thoughts !! and there are manyyyy so buckle up and feeel free to hit me up with either matching or contradicting thoughts or whateveer!! i would LOVE to nerd out about this movie with someone:’)

here comes thoughts and pictures!! 

we basically start off with a mr. samberg sex-scene okAYYYYY the mood is set. we love the view

nyles aka. mr. samberg is the most gorgeous man alive and it was a true pleasure to admire him for 90 minutes straight 

CURLS!!????! THEY ARE UNREAL. i shall dedicate an entire post to them

Cristin Milioti is perfect for her role. her acting? *chef’s kiss* I love that she’s not the stereotypical female rom-com lead.

Her chemistry with Andy? Gosh.. Can’t believe Nyles x Sarah is my new main movie-ship!! They play off of each other SO. WELL. Their characters are equally stone cold and bitter, but then again not really, and they both portray it so well!!

“You don’t ned a leg up.” *moans* “Hold my leg up!” i SCREAMED

“Don’t you kiss me.” “Don’t you tell me what to do.” hoW DARE THEY!

Ok ur basically on love already stop it

The fact that they were just gonna fuck on a blanket on top OF ROCKS?!

but then again in this movie’s already insane universe it’s prob pretty normal:)

The overall dark, existential humor?? This is what I live and breathe for on a daily basis. Basiaclly both main characters are a BIG MOOD

Nyles not giving a shit vs. Sarah severely freaking out in the beginning is an iconic dynamic

“I am the antichrist” and then the rock falling? For a hot sec I literally thought the movie was gonna take a turn with Nyles being some magical/scientific creature that’d created the timeloop or something idkkk ahhha

Nyles in the suit... ridiculous(ly hot)

The torture methods Roy uses on Nyles and the fact that he’s not mentally scarred?? How?? 

On that note I love that Nyles and Sarah keep their memories even if the day starts over. Would’ve been a completely different concept if they had to “meet each other for the first time” every day and it wouldn’t’ve allowed their relationship arc to evolve as it did 

Darla is the fucking shit 

Nyles in the baseball cap, amirite?

THE BARTENDER TALKING ABOUT HITTING A GUY WITH THE CAR SHE’S CURRENTLY GIVING NYLES A HANDJOB IN IS COMEDIC GOLD 

“You fucked Jerry Schlieffen?” “Well he fucked me.” Yes SIR. Andy Samberg’s characters are all bottoms and we’re here for it

Sarah’s tongue click and “nice try” when Nyles asks her about her sex life?? 

IDK WHY BUT SO GOD

Randy is hella annoying. That’s it. That’s the tweet.

THIS ENTIRE SCENE:

the fact that they both start waking up smiling because now at least they have each other 🥺😭🤯

uhm i love a good ship that’s like... best friends to lovers and the montage of them basically becoming besties killed me 

this outfit Y E S: 

sarah falling off the car and nyles laughing it off is relationship goals

the crashing plane I LOL’ED

okay so... big moment... the DANCING AND MATCHING OUTFITS? THEY ARE MY DREAM TEAM. Also how excited they are running away from the bar 🥺

IM POSITIVE THIS IS THE MOMENT NYLES KNOWS! LIKE HE DOESN’T ADMIT IT TO HIMSELF COMPLETELY BUT HE KNOWS 

the bomb in the cake and french pirate-skit? so fucking random but i lovee it because it’s so them

*DRUM ROLL* PERHAPS MY FAVORITE MOMENT IN THE ENTIRE MOVIE: 

STORYLINE WISE AND VISUALLY A++++

the deep talks by the fire were SO well written. they were actually deep and genuine, allowing the characters to grow and opening up to us as viewers but also remained fun and witty

sarah trying to get nyles to admit he cares for her and him joking it off??? the flirtinggg

really wish we’d gotten to know more about what nyles meant with “it drifts away: just like they all do.” because it really seemed to trigger something within him. Like WHO “They”???

the dinosaurs lmao no comment but at least they got a cute cuddly moment

from the very first millisecond inside the tent you can CLEARLY tell Sarah is just dying to do something about them!!!

 the disbelief on nyles’ face when sarah says “lets just get it over with” because she’d clearly stated he didn’t want to and even though he obviously did he’s respected it and not done anything further about it oh babey

we love some good making out:’))) 

NYLES HALTING TO TAKE IN THE MOMENT EXCUSE ME WHILE I GO SCREAM INTO THE VOID 

i will die for a post-sexy timez cuddle and how sarah is trying to staying awake to be besides him is just *explosion* 

this has to be *the moment* she realises 

and they’re both sooooo fucking happy when they wake up after damn love me like that pls

THE GROOM BOOO FUCK OFF CAN’T EVEN BE BOTHERED TO REMEMBER HIS NAME CHEATING SCUM 

THIS FACE:

Baby is trying so hard and is so cute and nervous about it. SARAH LISTEN TO HIM HE LOVES YOU.

HE FELT GOOD WAKING UP BECAUSE OF YOUUUU, GIRL. DO NOT CALL IT “FUN”, SARAH 

“Going to bed maybe just got a little better” 😭😭😭😭

The entire cop scene is just pure insanity, very Lonely Island and I’m here for it even though I just want Sarah to rEALLY LISTEN TO WHAT NYLES IS TRYING TO SAY 

“Pain is real” oh babey that means SO MANY THINGS 🥺💔

“I followed you into that cave because I liked you!” like jake would say: don’t love how we got here but we’re going where i want

“pretentious sad boy” me

not shocked that they’ve hooked up before because c h e m i s t r y but don’t like how it got out :)))

why is nyles’ one sleeve shirt rolled up? im triggered

drinking pure vodka? oh babey its gonna be okay 

WE LOVE A SMART BOI WHO RECOGNIZES HIS GIRL’S PERFUME 

Sarah’s parents singing:)) i would cry too, nyles

"I love her.” “I see... That’s interesting” lmao savage

I actually really love Roy’s character. It turns out to be very humble actually and he has some insightful and lowkey poetic that lines i love. Besides that he’s hilarious. 

SO the whole time i was wondering how they’d get out of the whole “same day forever”-thing, if they were to. and I LOVE LOVE LOVE that they had such a logical way out of it: science. Not anything cheesy like “a true love’s kiss” or “you learned your lesson”. Pure logic and Sarah’s hard work to get there. Huge fan of this. 

I will never get over how good Nyles looks waking up and Sarah is xtra pretty in that scene:’) 

Nyles just wants to stay in a loop forever because it means for sure that he gets to stay with Sarah forever and I’m lowkey into it but also like lowkey LISTEN TO HER AND GO WITH HER PLAN, NYLES

“I wanna stay with you” *sniffles*

“I love you. How about that?” PRETTY FUCKING GOOD 

I love Nyles’ character development. He started off so nonchalant and cold, closed off and by this point he’s the softest, smiliest in love fool I’ve ever seen and Andy does it so good. SAMBERG HEART EYES!!

“Nothing is real in here” YES SARAH UR LOVE IS

I’m taking Sarah’s asking Nyles to believe in her and leave with her as her first “I love you” because it’s very clear that she wants to leave with him rather than without. 

just- this entire scene i ugh <3 <3 <3 <3

BREAKING. UP. WITH. MISTY ! 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

glass of wine filled to the brim? sarah’s my type of gal

the speech was really beautiful and sweet without being too cheesy and kudos to cristin for really delivering it like a pro! especially her “abe, don’t fuck this up” like yes girl kill him, chop him to pieces with your eyes!!! also camila is such really pretty bride

nyles looks like a cockatoo here :

nyles taking the shot and smashing the glass into the ground got me 🤭😵😏🥵

“I’m your son” I SCREAM

GIVE THE MAN A WHITE HORSE DAMNIT

Gotta admit Sarah looks like a bomb (lol nu pun intended) ass super hero in her bridesmaid dress and C4-gettup 

The sentence ending up being total grammatical gibberish but Nyles trying so. damn. hard is the sweetest thing ever and should and will go down in rom-com history. It’s super romantic but also well-balanced by humor and I just.. so good. This is the kind of characters and relationships I love and wanna write myself 

“you’re my favorite person that i’ve ever met” 🥺🥺🥺

“i’d rather die with you than live in this world without you” WHY AM I SO SINGLE SOMEONE LOVEE ME LIKE THIS 

okay so idk but “what if we get sick of each other?” “we’re already sick of each other. it’s the best.” is so so so soft, the way nyles says it like it doesn’t matter and is honestly another key moment for me: they’ve experienced basically everything imaginable during their time in the box/loop. they’ve liked, disliked, loved, hated each other and still: he loves her. the fact that nyles knows no matter what happens it won’t stop that because it’s them?? ouch my heart. 

this chaotic mess of a pairing?MESSY BOMB BRIDESMAID AND CURLY-HAIR HAWAII SHIRT-BOI!! MY OTp

Them dissing Nyles’ mom on their way into potential death? that’s love, baby 

the fUCKING KISSSSSSS MANNNNNNNNNN!!!! SO ICONIC AND THE EXPLOSION IN THE BACKGROUND AND JUST WE DESERVE THIS THEY DESERVE THIS EVERYONE DESERVES THISSSS!!! 

NEVER OVEER THIS EVER FOREVER NEVER

Ok so I was SURE that when it faded to black that it was done and I grew super ficking frustrated because it would leave us with this “the ending is up to whatever you chose”-kinda thing kinda a la Celeste and Jesse where it just feels unresolved and I WASN’T OKAY WITH THAT. So I’m so happy we got to know that it worked and the bebes will live happuilly ever after with Nyles’ shaggy dog:’) 

Their hands on each other’s knee >>>>>

all in all 100000/10 

[solari-writes-things]

Breathe

requested by: @supervalcsi

THIS IS SO CUTE BUT SO SAD IM HERE FOR IT. This also has potential for a multi part thing. Not sure. It’s a hard maybe.

Prompt:

#43: How long have you been standing there?

#46: Why aren’t you afraid of me?

Happy Lowman x Reader

WARNINGS: language, violence, alluded harassment

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Revolt rippled away through your body, a hand clasped over your chest as you tried to even out your heartbeat.

You were forced into a situation that you had to eject yourself from. It wasn’t by your own doing, and that just made your lungs feel like they were doing flips in your chest.

Just breathe, you’ll be fine... you had been telling yourself that since you had retreated to the bathroom in the establishment. You were at a small bar with Happy, whom had asked you to accompany him for a drink in privacy since he had decided to take an interest in you about a month ago. He didn’t mind paying for drinks out of pocket, if it meant getting to know you a little better. The idea seemed thrilling, all things considered. He was mysterious, an interesting character that you had noticed stalking around the clubhouse.

You had thought about every situation about how this could go. Everything in your head had played out fine, with the exception of this.

You didn’t anticipate breathing scum to be traversing the bar. Someone who was watching you closely until your company had stood up for just a moment to take a call in the quiet. When they approached, you stated that you were accounted for and went about your business. But when they kept pushing, you became more and more adamant until you stood up and charged off.

You were hunched over one of the bathroom sinks, moving your eyes up so you stared at yourself evenly in the mirror. You focused on your heart rate, listening to it slow in your ears. You inhale slowly, exhaling for a few seconds before sucking it up and fixing your disheveled hair.

You dust yourself off, checking to make sure there was no scuffs in your outfit. Even with what had occurred, you wanted to be presentable for the SAMCRO member. He was taking time out of his day for you, and you were here for him. Even if you both had to relocate, or find something new to do, it wasn’t going to get done while you were hiding in the restroom.

So taking one more confident breath in, you hum to yourself in affirmation before turning on your heels and pushing the bathroom door open with a little more gusto than you had anticipated. Your eyes surfed the crowd, trying to pinpoint both Happy and the scum who tried to chat you up. 

Only to see that both of them were gone.

So you excuse yourself through a crowd, side stepping around the folk who were forming small powwows to chat away with one another. You make your way to the bar, where Hap and you had taken your seats for the night and signal over the bartender.

He shuffles over to you once he tops off a couple draft beers, eyeing you evenly to make your request.

Instead, you hit him with a question. “Did you see where the guy I was sitting with?”

“He paid his tab and left without saying anything,” the bartender replied, picking up an empty glass and wiping it down with a rag.

You nod your head, averting your eyes as you thought about what could have warranted him retreating. “Alright. Thanks.”

The bartender gives a brief nod before moving to attend to someone who had signaled him near the end of the bar.

You let out a defeated sigh, adjusting your bag on your shoulder before pushing your way toward the door. You didn’t think that Happy would be the kind of person to remove himself while you were away. Not unless the club had requested his presence.

Your head begins to file through the possibilities of what could have happened, and when your hand rested on the door is when the chips began to fall in place for you. Your mind circled back around to when you left the bathroom to rejoin Hap, noting once again that the harasser had been missing from the bar in the mere few minutes you were gone.

Shit.

You hurry out of the door, looking around for any sign of what could have happened. The neighborhood that the two of you were in was remote. Aside from the crowd lingering outside of the bar, it was desolate. No cars rolling down the street, nobody adventuring past a few feet from the front door. You scan the street, remembering Happy had parked his bike rather close to your car.

There it stood, camouflaged in the surrounding darkness. The only thing that stood out about it was the white anarchy symbol on the front.

He hadn’t left the area.

So you adjust your bag once more and search for any signs. You begin to walk further down the sidewalk, focusing on the noise around you to see when the bar music would begin to drop off. Once the muffled noise faded from earshot, you shot your head up to look for anything Happy could remotely hide behind so he wasn’t in view. Alleys, dumpsters, anything that he could obstruct the view of his face.

You move just a few feet down before you hear whimpering, the tone familiar to the one that cursed your ears just fifteen minutes before. You hear his whining muffle, and a few sharp blows to a body.

That had to have been Happy. Nothing else made sense.

You quickly and quietly jog up to the opening of an alley, turning to your right. However, what you saw caused you to pause at the entrance and watch.

Happy had beaten the man till he was nothing but blood and tears, their face swollen and their arms constricting around their body to shrivel away from the biker. Happy was standing up straight, staring down at the pathetic display in front of him.

You only reacted, though, when Happy reached into the back of his jeans and brandished the gun that you knew he kept on his person.

“Hap, wait!” you immediately bark, causing him to reel his head toward you suddenly. He didn’t hear you approaching, and the sudden sound of your voice had startled him.

“How long have you been standing there?” is all that he asked, barrel of his gun still aimed down at the man he had followed out of the bar.

“Long enough,” is your response. “Hap, if you fire that thing, everyone within a three mile radius will hear. I just want to get back to spending time together, okay? Please put down the gun, you made your point.”

“No, I haven’t,” he replied, his face serious.

“Happy, yes you have. Look at him,” you gesture to the man, who had essentially lay in the fetal position with his back against the wall. His eyes were wide, staring down the barrel of the pistol that had been held up at him.

Happy’s gaze moved back to the man, his lip curling up in disgust at the sight. However, he disarmed the pistol and tucked it in the back of his jeans once again. He didn’t let the man off easily, though, his now leather clad hands gripping at the front of his shirt and roughly lifting him upright. He slammed their back against the wall, which caused a yelp that was almost loud enough to be heard.

“Come sniffing around again, I’ll finish what I fucking started,” Happy sneered and shoved the guy toward the entrance of the alleyway.

You moved out of the way as he stumbled back into the open, watching as he limped off in the opposite direction of the bar. You exhale softly, your eyes moving back to study Happy.

Only now were you able to see small details that were different. He had stray flecks of red on his SAMCRO shirt, but his black hoodie was seemingly untouched in the darkness. You observed him closely as he peeled off of his gloves and shoved them into his back pocket.

You were aiming to be the first one to break the silence, but Happy seemed to beat you to the punch.

“Why aren’t you afraid of me?” he questioned, interlocking the two ends of his dark hoodie. He pulled the zipper up, straightening his posture the higher it raised. Once it was zipped, his eyes met with yours and he tucked his hands into his pockets.

He was right. Even seeing the bloodthirsty animosity in his eyes, you weren’t afraid. In fact, you were more allured to him than before. Most people would cower at the raw emotion you saw. However, you more focused on the aspect of him listening to you to lower the gun. Strangely endeared that he would go out of his way to make sure scum like that wouldn’t offend again.

“Why would I be afraid of someone who was trying to defend me?” you ask simply, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Because I was about to kill him if you didn’t stop me,” he stated.

The matter-of-fact tone in his voice sent a small chill down your spine, but not one that would prompt you to run. The fact that he knew what he was capable of, and elected to ignore his base instincts to cater to yours was something to behold.

“I, honestly, thought you would have. Even if I said something,” you admitted.

“Who’s to say I won’t?” Happy chides. “I’m just not here for him. I came to be with you, so I’m gonna stick to my guns.”

You let out an exasperated chuckle, shaking your head at the remark you assumed had been something along the lines of sarcasm. Until the tone of his voice clicked in your head.

“Wait, how’re you going to do that?” you ask him.

Happy reaches into his jeans, gripping something in his pockets. He brandishes a wad of cash, but then turned it to reveal a California Driver’s License had been hidden inside.

You sigh heavily, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Okay, I don’t need to know anymore. Can we just figure out where else to go?”

Happy shoves the wad back in his pocket before nodding his head. “Yeah. You choose this time.”

[dragonhrte]

Destiny? Chapter Seven: Back There

*Author's Note:*

Thank you so much for giving this work a read! Quick disclaimer, for all intents and purposes MHA/BNHA are not mine they do not belong to me. The manga and anime have inspired me to write this fiction and dialogue as well as events are given credit to the beautiful people who have blessed us with this series. Aside from standard story line events this work is mine. Don't forget to comment and heart!

Please note that

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*~Love, DragonHearte*

I go down the steps quickly, often taking two at a time, hoping I don't have too much ground to cover to catch up to the two of my classmates. I'm pleasantly surprised when I see both Kirishima and Bakugo waiting at the exit of the building for me. Bakugo is clearly perturbed that he had to wait.

"Thanks-", I'm cut off by Bakugo abruptly pushing off the wall and running off towards the entrance. I pick up the pace to a run to keep up with Bakugo's eagerness to get to the action.

While running, I turn my head towards Kirishima and pant, "Thanks... for... waiting..." I manage to get out between breaths.

He turns to me and replies, "You're… welcome."

I smile and turn back to see Bakugo ahead of us,  as we continue the fast-paced journey to our destination. The fountain is almost within view, just a couple more turns and we should be able to reach it, but I'm starting to lag behind. Kirishima notices I’m not beside him and starts to slow his pace.

I wave him off and say, "No... you go... I'll... catch... up."

A concerned look on Kirishima's face and I grab a bit of my chub from my stomach to emphasize my point and say, "I'm ...out of ...shape, go ...ahead..make sure...Bakugo ...doesn't ...get himself ...killed."

Kirishima nods in determination and speeds up, having to make up for the distance he lost talking to me, to catch up with the hot-head.

Even though I hadn't stopped, I am fifty yards away when I see Bakugo and Kirishima up ahead reach the fray. I see Bakugo use his quirk to propel himself forward towards the warp-gate guy. A second later while in the air letting out a violent explosion when he reaches a spot within the mass. I catch a glimpse of shiny metal and realize that I wasn't the only one to notice that object. 'Wow, blasty-boy was really paying attention. He wasn't just trying to blow the smoke guy up with a random explosion.' I feel an unexpected twinge of heat at my hip, as I stop watching in wonder the scene unfolding before me.

Bakugo has slammed to the ground holding the only solid object appearing to be tied to the warp-guy, and saying, "You're not all that you misty mook."

 I notice All Might, wrestling with some strange behemoth type creature, in an odd position, half of him on one side of a portal and halfway through the other when a layer of ice started to appear on the creature's body.

I hear, "So you people came here because you think you can kill All Might," and then see Todoroki walk into the central area of battle, "however, scum like you could never kill the Symbol of Peace."

 I watch as Kirishima lunges towards a different villain with pastel blue hair, whose upper body is covered in hands.  Kirishima's hand in it's hardened state as he throws a punch. The villain just barely manages to dodge the attack.

"Damn, I almost had 'im." exclaims Kirishima.

"Guys!" Midoriya cries out right before All Might manages to wriggle out of the grip of the mutant creature.

The pastel blue haired villain says, "Well, you've essentially neutralized our only way out. That's going to be a problem."

Bakugo shouts at the villain he has pinned beneath him, "You fucked up and in a big way too! You can only turn certain parts of yourself into that warp gate, and you’re also probably using the mist as a screen to hide your physical form. I'm right aren't I?! Come to think of it, if your whole body was mist then physical attacks wouldn't work at all. But you said when we first rushed you,'That was close!' "

I think back to that instance and I don't recall the exchange, 'Bakugo was closer than the villain anticipated and he was able to hear him due to his close proximity.'

The villain beneath him starts to squirm a bit under Bakugo's hold.

Bakugo yells, "Don't move! If I think you're doing anything questionable, I swear I will not hesitate to blow you to smithereens!"

Kirishima sends a worried glance over his shoulder and says, "That's not very hero-like dude."

The villain with the hands on his torso says, "Our League of Villains should be ashamed of our inability to at least kill some of you measly students. However, you kids of the new hero generation are something else entirely. You've beaten us and managed to stay mainly unharmed. Nomu take out the explosive brat, we need our escape route back."

The giant creature that was wrestling with All Might, contorts its frostbitten body to escape and stands up. Half of its body breaking away from the chunks of ice that Todoroki had caused to form. Scrambling forward despite the carnage, the creature doesn't appear to register the missing limbs.

"How is he still moving even with missing body parts?" I mutter to myself.

All Might exclaims, "Everyone get back! This creature is very dangerous! What on earth?! I thought his quirk was shock absorption!"

The villain with the hands on his torso replies, "I don't remember saying that was all he could do. This here is Hyper-regeneration." As he says that the Nomu sprouts muscles and skin right before our eyes, rapidly regrowing the right side of his body.

"Nomu is  a superpowered living sandbag designed to withstand everything you've got." The villain continues. The Nomu lurches forwards towards Bakugo in the blink of an eye, I watch in horror as the giant beast is about to make contact. Then, there is a burst of motion, too fast for the eye to track and then an explosion through the wall behind where Bakugo was.

'No!' I scream internally, as a small whimper escaping my lips and a tear sneaks out of the corner of my eye. I felt a strange tightness in my chest, almost suffocating. Then, I spot him, out of harm’s way flat on his ass, by Kirishima, Todoroki, and Midoriya. It looked as though he had been there the whole time. The tension in my heart instantly released.

"Did you just dodge that Kacchan?! That was amazing!"

"Shut up Deku!"

The dust from the explosion settles, revealing All Might with his hands in a blocking position.

"That explains why he was able to dodge." says Kirishima.

"Do you not know how to hold back?! They're just kids!" All Might exclaims.

The unknown villain replies, "Just kids you say? I was just trying to protect my companion who the blonde one had threatened. That's disregarded though because he was trying to save someone else though right? It really pisses me off! Villains and heroes both use violence in order to accomplish their goals, but they're labelled as either good or evil. You're labelled as the Symbol of Peace, but you're just a tool that the government is using to control everyone. In the end we're all violent, even you. Killing you will show the world the truth!"

All Might scoffs and says, "That's a load of crap, you're pretending to be an idealistic criminal when you're not. You're doing this for fun."

"You got me." the villain with the hands covering his torso replied.

"It's three on six." Todoroki points out.

"Yeah, and Kacchan showed us the misty guy's weakness." Midoriya adds.

"Even though they're really strong, if we support All Might we can do this together!" Kirishima shouts, getting super pumped.

"No! Get out of here." All Might interjects.

"I don't know if you noticed, but things would've had a different outcome if I hadn't assisted you just now." Todoroki says.

"All Might, you're also wounded, and you might not have much time left..." Midoriya starts off super insistent and confident, but trickles off in his statement.

"I appreciate your efforts Todoroki, but I need you to stay out of harm's way for now and let me get serious." says All Might and he rears his hand back.

"Nomu, Kurogiri, you take care of the Symbol of Peace while I take care of the kids," the head villain orders, and then lunges forward, "let's get rid of these brats and get home!"

"He's coming get ready guys!" Kirishima shouts.

All Might charges towards Nomu, and punches him with enough force to create a shockwave. Myself and the other students are knocked back from the force behind the blow. It also caused the villain who was coming at us to jump back and avoid becoming collateral from the all out fist fight occurring a few feet in front of us.

They're bounding all over the central area dodging each other's attacks and exchanging blows, but you can tell little by little, All Might is the faster and stronger one.

All Might shouts out, "His quirk is shock absorption! Which means that he has a threshold! You said that he's akin to me in every way to handle my quirk at 100%?! I'll just have to go beyond that!" All Might continues, "A true pro-hero is always prepared to come through in difficult situations! Tell me villain, do you know the meaning of... PLUS ULTRA!"

And with that he punched the Nomu with so much force he rocketed up into the air and through the ceiling of the U.S.J. building.

"That was like it was straight out of a comic book!" Kirishima remarks.

"He basically smashed his way past the absorption. It couldn't keep up with the damage." I say.

"In my prime taking down that thing would've taken me five hits tops, that was just over 300. Now villain," All Might said addressing the villain with his torso covered in hands, "why don't we get this show on the road?"

"You cheated!" The villain exclaimed, "You say you're weakened but given that display, clearly you're not! How dare you do that to my Nomu?! They lied to me."

"Are we going to finish this or what? You said you wanted to clear the game, right? If you think you can truly take me on, then bring it!" All Might says, determination in his piercing blue eyes.

"Guys we're clearly not at this level yet, we need to hang back for this one." Todoroki says.

"Come on Midoriya we should head back, if we stay much longer they might take us as hostages." I say, trying to talk to him isn't doing much. He's standing there still as a statue, fixated on the scene unfolding in front of him.

"Maybe there's some other villains left, we should probably go check and see if anyone needs our help. All Might will be able to handle these guys. Let's go." Kirishima says, and we all start to walk in the direction of the stairs. All of us except Midoriya.

"Midoriya!" I exclaim as I watch him jump into the middle of the fray by himself.

"Get away from All Might!" Midoriya shouts, arm extended to punch Kurogiri. The hand of the lead villain reaches through the mist towards Midoriya. Suddenly, a bullet shoots through the villain's outstretched hand. I look behind us and realize, 'They must've managed to send someone for help.' 

There they were a small group of pro-hero teachers assembled at the top of the platform of stairs. One of them starts using his quirk to shoot at the villainous pair. As the villains try to escape through a warp that Kurogiri creates, it seems that they are starting to get pulled away in a different direction, and I see Thirteen hoisted up on the shoulders of my classmates, heavily wounded activating hia quirk to try and suck them into his black hole. It's not enough, and the duo escape. The warp vanishes, leaving the other villains behind.

"Based on the fact that all these pro-hero teachers are here, I don't think they attacked the school itself." Todoroki says.

Midoriya laying on the ground his legs clearly in disrepair, and crying. Kirishima and I both start to run over to him, we've almost reached him before a wall of cement erupts from the ground in front of us. Then, Cementoss says, "We need to ensure all of the students are safe. Please head over to the entrance. I will deal with the severely wounded."

"Okay.” I say, wondering what someone without healing powers will be able to accomplish, while Kirishima responds with, "Roger that!"

We make it to the top of the stairs to join the rest of our classmates, and they start counting all the students they have gathered. There's a guy in a trench coat that says, "Aside from the kid who messed up his legs, it looks like everyone is pretty unscathed." 

The rest of my classmates started conversing, I wasn't really paying all that much attention to what was being said until Tsuyu asked, "What about Mr. Aizawa?"

'Yeah, what about Mr. Aizawa I saw him dive down and start kicking ass, not bothering to take names. After that though, I didn't see him at all...'

The class goes quiet as the guy in the trench coat says, "Both of his arms were smashed to splinters. His face is fractured, thankfully he got away with minor brain damage. His eye sockets were pulverized... and there's a high chance he may suffer from long-term vision loss. Or so I hear... Thirteen has terrible lacerations across his back and upper arms, but his life isn't in danger. All Might's injuries aren't life threatening either. Recovery Girl's healing will probably be enough to get him back in action, that's why he's been sent to the nurse's office." There was a collective sigh of relief, but there was one more question.

Ochako asks, "What about Deku?"

Ida quickly asks as well, "What of Midoriya?"

The guy in the trench coat answered, saying, "Oh him? He made it to the nurse as well, and should be fine after Recovery Girl fixes him up. Go back to your classes though okay?"

"Okay!" the class responded in unison.

We loaded up the bus and went back to our classes, even though most of us were too distracted to really learn anything after the ordeal.

Chapter Eight: Neither Here Nor There

[sn0tcl0wn]

on one hand take all my rants with a grain of salt because i'm only partially serious in my delivery but i very much do hold those opinions. specifically the ones about social media and this tumblr vs everyone else bullshit i keep seeing. you are not immune to algorithms, but many of you clearly are incapable of using them and it shows. this is the future now, we have to learn how to use these tools if we want to have positive experiences using sites and apps that primarily utilize them. either get over it and learn or get over it and stop bitching about that when the real issues aren't even the algorithms themselves. that is a neutral force and this fear of curated content is so paranoid. like the only times i see shit i dont wanna see on tiktok or youtube is if i go looking for shit i wouldn't usually have looked up or hit tags on out of curiosity and it was quickly remedied after a week of doing my normal thing and simply hitting the "i dont want to see this" button. it works on reddit too.

the only site i've really had the bad experiences y'all talk about regarding other apps is tumblr. like, for example, whenever someone i follow starts posting stuff i don't like meaning i can't even say "don't show me that", i have to manually put tags into the blocklist or straight up unfollow people i like because i cant just hit a button that makes it so i never have to see that shit again. like it even goes as far as to ask what you didn't like so to further help your algorithm. tumblr just shows you shit and makes users do everything themselves making the UI pretty shitty if you asked me.

i love tumblr and im not leaving, but i will complain and refuse to act like it's somehow better or even a good site. y'all are just mad because you don't wanna learn how to use another app like you had to learn tumblr and you expect everything to be handed to you with minimal effort. you go on and on about how algorithms just give you content but you don't actually learn to work with it to get what you want. then you complain. because you don't know how to use the app. and that's fine. but it's still annoying as fuck when i read your posts and know for a fact your bad experience was your own fault for not learning how to use the damn app properly while simultaneously shitting on them for not knowing how to have a fulfilling experience on tumblr.

(also we totally have fascists, pervs, and all the same kinda scum you find on the other sites too, so it isn't even like we're "safer". so don't even talk to me about safety issues. tumblr is a hotbed for predators and fash recruiters. we are not immune and, in many ways, we're ultimately the fucking cause of this shit.)

[captainextremis]

It’s yo boy back at it again with the terrible fanfiction :D

In all honesty, I hope you enjoy.

And I do hate being “that guy” but I’m putting up the link to the story on AO3 again. In case you missed it. link

The Road to Hell, Part 2

The first thing the chameleon saw that morning was the Quartermaster herself walking right up to his cell, bending a whip in her gloved fists. He’d been caught on the border of The Ends and the Snikaree Foothills, and instead of killing him, apparently the Quartermaster had ordered for as many rebels as possible to be caught and interrogated. He scoffed quietly to himself and looked away. “Sorry, ma’am. That’s not one of my turn-ons.”

The Quartermaster only hardened her stare and snapped the disciplinary whip through the air. The resulting *crack!* bounced off the walls of the stone and mortar of the holding cells. “You know I’m not here to play games, trencher,” she said. Her voice was melodic, but she had long since learned how to use it to freeze a man in place. “So let me try thees one more time...where ees Hopper?”

“You know where she is,” he replied. “Why you askin’ me somethin’ you already know?”

“Because…” she seethed, “The Skirts stretch on for miles. The KSR has expended hundreds of munitions, soldiers, and food to raid two outposts already.”

The chameleon laughed. “Those Commonfolk...they don’t go down easy, do they?”

The Quartermaster growled in a low voice and nearly bent her whip to a breaking point. She quickly snapped back up straight and took a deep breath, massaging her forehead. This was the fourth day in a row that she hadn’t been able to glean anything from interrogating the Trench Gang, and she couldn’t buy their loyalty; they feared betraying The Family too much. All was not completely lost, however. She turned and left the chameleon to suffer in silence, and went two cells over.

This jail cell was even smaller than the previous one, and held a single mole sitting in the corner, arms crossed and scowling. He’d been captured two days before, and upon finding him making dents in the wall with his hammer, it was forcibly removed from his hands and used as tinder for the ovens. He had been pouting ever since, and didn’t seem to care that the Quartermaster was approaching him. “Mole,” she began, “I need to talk to you.”

“Engineer not talking,” he spat back.

“You vould know the best place that Hopper Silvya vould be hiding in The Skirts. Talk.”

The mole stared back up at the Quartermaster uncaringly. “KSR cannot make Engineer talk.”

“I can break you in more ways than you know how to die, commoner scum,” she hissed back. “I vill only give you thees mercy one last time. Talk, or you’ll scream your answers after I’m done with you.”

The Engineer only tightened his arms and clenched his fists. The Quartermaster breathed in and pursed her lips. “So be it.” She pivoted and made for the hallway to get another pair of hands to drag the prisoner to The Tenderizer, but stopped to let a ferret pass, holding a plate of grain and drutcele. She would have kept walking, if not for the fact she could clearly hear the conversation being held in the cell.

“Heyyy, you better eat, peasant.”

The mole, she assumed, made an exaggerated retching sound. “Engineer would sooner die than eat beast food!” A plate fell and shattered on the ground.

This made the Quartermaster freeze mid-stride and quickly double back to the cell. She turned the corner, which frightened the ferret as soon as she showed her face. “Ach…! Misses Quartermaster, ma’am!” he exclaimed. “I...I didn’t drop nothing, it was the rabble over here, he-he knocked it outta my hand when I gave-”

Normally, should would have struck him across the face with her whip, but she paid him no mind. Instead, the Quartermaster threw him aside and picked up the remnants of the plate and the vegetables. “And Engineer will never let KSR force-feed him beast food either!” he shouted, shooting to his feet. “Engineer would sooner choke on his own hammer than-”

“What are you villing to give up to never eat this again?” the Quartermaster cut in. The mole’s expression shifted almost immediately from seething hatred to dumbfounded confusion.

“...Engineer thinks that is stupid question. Why would KSR be asking stupid question...?” he replied.

The Quartermaster retained her uninterested expression and tossed the cracked porcelain and food over her shoulder, which the ferret hurriedly picked up. He paused for a moment, considering how hungry he was, then slowly brought a handful of the grain up to his mouth, keeping his eyes on the Quartermaster.

“You so much as put your tongue on any of that, I vill cut it off and store it in The Larder,” she scolded. The ferret immediately stopped and left the cell’s area, repeating, “Yes, ma’am, right away ma’am” as he ran away.

She turned her attention back to the mole. “I ask thees question because I have a proposal for you,” she stated, standing at attention.

“Engineer thought KSR was going to make him cry for his mommy-”

“Shut up!” the Quartermaster barked, causing the mole to flinch. “Perhaps…” she began again, “You’d be villing to disclose Hopper’s location for some meat, then...?”

The Engineer scoffed. “Engineer will never tell where Hopper is, even for meat! Engineer does not like beast food, but he likes KSR even less.”

“Ve can promise you three meals a day and a roof over your head,” she commented. The Engineer looked at her but kept his arms crossed and his scowl fixed on his face. “Ve mostly use Svine, but you’re allowed to eat who you keel after battle, so long as they aren’t KSR forces.”

“Usually Hopper stays in train station Two Hundred Two. If Hopper is not there, look in northeastern Skirts,” the Engineer explained.

The Quartermaster smiled and quickly unlocked his cell, and escorted him out. She walked him around the corner to one of the AFB guards and instructed, “Soldier, get thees one a new uniform.”

The skunk saluted and mumbled something, most likely an affirmation than anything else. “And if he tries stealing any food, keel him!” she added as she turned around and pointed at the mole. Helpful or no, this Engineer belonged to The KSR now, and if he disobeyed, he’d suffer by their laws.

Thank the Tsarina loyalty came cheap these days.

The Skirts took a hard mindset and an even harder gullet to survive. Luckily, both it and the Commonfolk banner attracted a lot of such animals who were sick and tired of Civilized oppression. Even Hopper was surprised to find out that just by shouting “We’re gonna chuck the Civilized into their own fryin’ pans!” from the rooftops got her a substantial army ready to buther on her behalf. Of course, that meant food had to flow to the new troops, and meat was hard to come by in The Skirts even before the Revolution.

But she made it work, somehow. Through either iron will and determination or sheer luck, Hopper had been able to lead an army of what would otherwise be common rabble. From her shack built to overlook the majority of Station Two-Oh-Two, she could see the whole town, and the tunnels that led both north and south. They’d been blocked off for nearly a year now. Before the Revolution, they only carried animals to Harvest in Levacaloo. Now, it was all just KSR prison trains.

Hopper glanced back at the map of the countryside. Taking strategic positions in The Ends itself was far too taxing, even for the Commonfolk themselves. But she knew that taking advantage of certain areas and blockading them early, or at least before The KSR got to them, was imperative to winning the war in the long-term.

As she leaned over the table, she heard one of the floorboards of her house creak. It didn’t sound natural, but she was certain she was the only one here. She sighed. “Means only one thing…” she muttered to herself, turning around. “Yer not bein’ clever no mo’.”

A chameleon uncloaked himself, and leaned on his spiked club. His eyes twitched, but he smirked. “Didn’t think mice could smell that good.”

Hopper chuckled and pointed to her ears. “Not smellin’...Hearin’. Anyway, wha’cha want?”

The chameleon chuckled too, and paused to think of how to word his message. “So, you know how the Revolution’s taken every walk’a life by storm?” he asked, twiddling his thumbs.

“Do I know…?” Hopper repeated indignantly. “Even before dis Revolution got off da ground, I knew it’d shake dis country up!”

“Yeah, well,” he continued, “Apparently, those aristocrats in the south wanna get in on it.”

Hopper did a double-take and her eyes widened. “W...What? Really...?” She froze, and the neutral expression on the chameleon meant he wasn’t joking. She paused to consider her options. Suddenly, digging into the sands of The Ends didn’t seem so monumental. “...Neva thought the high-brows would want a part’a dis war,” she said.

“Yeah, well...I’ve just been hearin’ rumors, but apparently, Arroyo...you know, the king of the ring? That Arroyo...Well the Civilized, they, erm...took a significant interest in his son, if you catch my drift,” he explained.

Hopper went quiet. The fact that not even the rich were exempt from Harvest was, in all honesty, news to her. “Guess we gotta go talk to ‘im,” she said at length. “Best an’ fastest way’t win, if ya ask me.”

The chameleon waved his hand dismissively and muttered, “You’re the leader here, Nubs,” before disappearing from sight. Hopper returned to her map and planning. A general, she wasn’t, but she prided herself on at least knowing what to attack and when.

First order of business, therefore, was to push out into The Ends and take either Solawa or Old Mother Township. She pursed her lips. Solawa was a big city, but if the Commonfolk could push out the defending Civilized, it could become a secondary stronghold. On the other hand, Old Mother Township could be easily defended, but it was further up north, closer to the Hagro Highlands; if The KSR wanted, they could easily crush it. Both locations were risky gambles.

Hopper eyed both locations on the map. In time, she took out a pen and started drawing lines, connecting routes, and planning an assault. When she finished, the map showed the ideal situation:

Solawa would fall...and the Commonfolk would feast.

[medicatemedrmccoy]

Let the games begin - Ch. 2

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You and Jo have been captured by Romulans, but why and for what purpose? Do you have what it takes to get yourself and Jo out of this alive?

4,719 word(s) of angsty, violent goodness. Be ye warned, all who enter here.

Chapter 1 for anyone who missed it.

I still suck at summaries. Again, its going to be at least 6 or 7 chapters, I haven’t decided yet. So, if you wanted to be tagged for the rest, yay! just shoot me a message. If you don’t want to be tagged, then shoot me a message and I will try to keep my tears to a minimum, and apologize for being a disappointment. Be gentle. I am a delicate flower.

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You started to come back to yourself. You felt the coolness underneath you, seeping in through your clothes and pressed against your face. You concentrated on it as it helped to clear your head. The process is painfully slow, as you kept your eyes closed tight as you try to force your drug addled brain to cooperate. You tried to remember just what the hell happened before you lost consciousness.

You heard a quiet whimper next to your ear and are faintly aware of the slight pressure against your side. “Jo” you were starting to remember. That was all it took to get your brain into gear and your eyes snapped open. Thankfully it was dark in the room, you didn’t think you could handle any light at the moment.

“JoJo?” You croaked out, trying to move to sit up but your body wasn’t cooperating just yet, despite your protests.

“Aunt Y/N.” Jo looked down at your face, “you’re ok. I couldn’t wake you and I was so worried, and scared, and I thought, I thought you…” she trailed off as tears streamed down her cheeks.

“Oh Jo, hey now, its okay, Im alright. Are you okay?” You asked as you force yourself into a seated position. Perhaps a little too quickly as your head swam from the sudden movement.

“Im okay” Jo replied, continuing to cry.

“Are you sure Jo? You asked as you shook your head gently to get rid of the final bits of fogginess. Jo gulped in a mouthful of air and nodded in response. You wrapped your arms around her tight and squeezed.

“Hey now Jo, come on, don’t cry. We’re going to be ok. I promise. I got you.” You tried to reassure her the best you could. Trying to reassure yourself for that matter. You had no idea where you were, why you were taken. You almost felt like crying yourself, but there was no way you were going to break down in front of Jo, not when she needed you.

“I want my daddy.” Jo choked out between sobs, pressing up against you.

“I know you do sweetheart. I’ll get you back to him Jo. I promise.” You resolved, also wishing you were back with Jim and Leonard .

“I love you, Y/N.” Jo said, finally calming down a little.

“I love you too Jo, get some sleep. I’m going to watch out for you, I promise” You said, forcing down a lump in your throat.

Jo nodded her head in reply and curled up against your side as close as she could manage. You wrapped your arms around her to keep her warm and to try and give her some sense of security.

You ran your fingers through her hair to hopefully help soothe her and calm her down more. Jo gave one last little sniffle before she fell into an exhausted sleep.

Its only now that you took your eyes off of Jo and have a look at your surroundings. A small cell made of nothing but concrete. No bars, no windows, no nothing. Just solid, cold concrete with a door at the front of the cell with a small window at the top, but it was closed.

You sighed as you laid your head back on the wall, trying not to think about how hungry and thirsty you were. You glanced back down at Jo and lightly moved her hair out of her face. It was going to be a long night.

You must have fallen asleep sometime in the early hours of the morning and fallen asleep hard. You didn’t even hear the door to your cell open. You were only awoken when you felt hands tightening around your neck and lifting you to your feet. The sudden movement made Jo topple off your lap, waking her in the process.

Jo began to scream as she watched the Romulan continue to lift you up by your neck, the tips of your toes barely scraping the floor. You clawed at his hands, barely able to get any oxygen. You started to see stars and your vision started to get fuzzy before he suddenly dropped you to the ground. You fell to your knees as you take in jagged breaths. Jo went to make her way over to you.

“Stay back Jo.” You ordered hoarsely, barely able to even speak. Jo choked back her sobs as she pressed herself into the corner of the cell.

You slowly get to your feet and stared at the man in front of you. The same face of the man who drugged you. You pause for a moment, then proceed to punch the man squarely in his nose. He stumbled back a step, looking shocked for a brief second, then began to laugh.

“Glad you think this is funny, asshole.” You said, putting as much venom in your words as you could muster.

“You’ve got fight. You will need it. Ajek will be pleased.” The man stated as a wicked grin, splattered with blood from his nose, spread across his face.

“Who..” is all you managed to get out before a second Romulan, one you hadn’t seen before, entered through the door and proceeded to punch you straight in the gut, knocking the wind out of you. You doubled over, trying to catch your breath.

“Leave Y/N alone!” You heard Jo cry out, suddenly finding her voice. You wished that she had just stayed quiet. Quiet and forgotten in the corner.

Both Romulans snapped their heads up at her. The one with the bloody face jabbed his head in her direction, as the other Romulan walked toward Jo.

“NO!” You said suddenly and went to get to your feet. Before you could make it up, the Romulan with the bloody face had you pinned against the wall. He was incredibly strong. You couldn’t break his hold on you but that didn’t stop you from giving it all you had.

The second Romulan grabbed Jo by her middle and threw her over his shoulder. Jo was completely freaking out, kicking and screaming.

“NO! LET. ME. GO! HELP! Y/N!” Jo screamed, as she reached out her arms toward you, terror in her tiny hazel eyes. Your heart completely broke as the Romulan carried her out of the cell and down the hall, Jo’s screams fading in the distance.

“JO! Let her go, asshole! She has nothing to do with this! Leave her alone and take me!” You pleaded as you struggled even harder. That is, until you felt a heavy blow across your temple. Stars danced in your vision as it started to blur. You forced yourself to stay conscious. You had to.

“Shut up. She has her part to play, just like you. We have every intention of taking you, Federation scum” the Romulan sneered.

Your brain was too addled to even begin to decipher the implication of his words. He got behind you and yanked you to your feet. You barely held to your consciousness as your head lulled from the sudden lightness from the change of elevation.

The man grabbed both of your hands and tied them behind your back. You didn’t even struggle. What was the point? Once he was finished, he pushed you roughly out of the cell. You barely kept your footing as you glared in his direction.

“Walk” He ordered as he shoved you again. You made no move to follow his orders.

“Where did they take Jo?” You said, your voice icy.

“Oh, you’ll be reunited with her soon, maybe” He replied, giving you a wicked smirk. “Now move, unless you want another fist against that pretty head of yours”.

You glared at him like you’ve never glared before, but you decide that you can’t take another blow like the previous one and expect to stay conscious. You hoped you didn’t already have a concussion from the first blow, you doubted it though, as your stomach began to roll. You turned from the man curtly and begin to walk down the hall.

The Romulan guided you to an empty room and shoved you inside, pushing you against a vertical table in the middle of the room. He held you firmly against it while grabbing straps and began to strap down your arms and legs.

“Ajek will be with you shortly.” The Romulan grinned menacingly. You gave no reply but your glare.

A second Romulan entered and walked over to you, giving no introduction and begins to give you an… exam? He poked and prodded you. You were completely repulsed at the sudden intrusion of your body and nervous at his touch, flinching every time he went to touch you in a different place. You tried to struggle and move away to no avail, the straps kept you firmly in place.

He walked over and grabbed a cuff and placed it around your arm, assuming he was checking your vitals. “This is weird” you thought “One almost cracks my skull open, and this one is checking my vitals” but you keep all comments to yourself.

After a few moments, a third Romulan entered the room.

“Ajek.” The bloodied Romulan exclaimed and stood at attention

“Thank you, Kujeth. That will be all.” Ajek said, dismissing Kujeth.

“What did you find, Sejeex?” Ajek asked, not even acknowledging you.

“Nothing, sir. The specimen appears healthy.” Sajeex answered, scribbling down something on a notebook.

“Good” Ajex nodded “have to make sure our specimens are healthy beforehand. Thank you Sajeex, you may go”

“Yes, sir.” Sajeex replied, making his exit.

“Wheres Jo?” is all you ask, all you care about at this point.

“She’s perfectly fine, for now. Don’t you worry your pretty little face” Ajek replied. He walked up to you and took your face in his hand, squeezing your cheeks roughly. You tried to flinch away but his grip was like a vice. You could do nothing but stare coldly at this face.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you Y/N Kirk.” He said, inspecting your features “it’s been a long time coming” he said, looking into your eyes and seeing the confusion in there.

“You have no idea who I am, do you?” He questioned, growing angry and releasing your face.

“Should I?” You snapped back, spitting on the floor next to his feet.

“Maybe the name Nero will ring a bell.” Ajek said angrily, sneering at you.

That got your attention. “Nero…” you said as your breath caught in your lungs “no… he’s dead”

“Oh, indeed so.” Ajek replied “I should know, I am his son.” It took you a minute to process the information and forced your mouth to form words. You felt dizzy.

“I thought his son died?” You asked quietly.

“Is that what he told you?” Ajek smiled “Interesting. I am alive and well, ruling over what Romulans are left, on a new planet that isn’t on any of your precious star charts. So if you think you’ll be rescued, think again.” Ajek sneered.

He yelled out into the hall as Kujeth came back into the room, unbuckling you from the table. You couldn’t help but ask “what are you going to do with me?”

“I’m going to take away everything you hold dear and then take away everything your brother holds dear. Just like you’ve done with me.” Ajek screamed. He then got dangerously close to you and grabbed your face again.

“Let the games begin.” He whispered “take her to the preparation room”.

Ajek pulled you away from the table and pushed you out of the room. Your mind is reeling “Nero’s son? What game was he talking about? Did he think Jo was your daughter? Where is Jo, is she okay”?

Your heart ached at the last thought. You had promised that you would protect her and now you have no idea where she is or if she’s alright. She has to be terrified and you can’t do anything about it. You couldn’t help but get choked up.

Kujeth pulled you to a halt outside of a different room. He took your cuffs off and shoved you roughly inside. You looked around the room after you steadied yourself. You noticed a table full of primitive weapons and a tube of some kind, leading up through the ceiling.

Kujeth was standing between you and the weapons. “Smart man” you thought bitterly “shame”

“Pick one.” Kujeth ordered.

“What?” You asked, caught off guard. He was giving you a weapon?

“Pick on NOW!” Kujeth ordered yet again

You looked at the table and at all the different weapons, giving them a once over. Spear, club, axe, sword and shield, then you lay your eyes on it, your weapon of choice.

“Bow and arrow.” You replied easily.

“Very well” Kujeth answered and picked up the bow and arrows and tossed them into the tube. You watched them tumble through the air and land in the tube.

As you returned your gaze to Kujeth, you realized he had another hypo in his hands. “Shit not again” you muttered as you try to figure out a plan, but failing miserably. You tried to make a break for the rest of the weapons, but you don’t make it very far. Kujeth is a lot stronger than you and pulled you in and stabbed the hypo in your neck.

“Best of luck.” was the last you heard before your world is enveloped in black once more.

You slowly start to come to. You can hear birds chirping. “That’s odd” you thought to yourself as you forced open your eyes and took in your surroundings.

You raised your head and see nothing but forest and trees. You continued to look around, you felt your pulse begin to race and your breathing shallow. You began to panic.

“No, no, please. Not again, not here. Pull yourself together Y/N. You’re not… This isn’t the same as…” you trailed off. No, it wasn’t the same. This was going to be worse. You would have gone into complete panic attack if it wasn’t for a sudden voice seemingly coming from everywhere.

“Ah, welcome welcome. Now that you’re all awake, we can get started with the instructions. They’re simple enough. There is one among you, a small child. Kill her…”

“NO! JO!” You shouted as you went to get up to start running, only to get pulled back by a chain on your ankle that you didn’t notice before. “JO!” you screamed helplessly. “Jo…” you breathed, closing your eyes.

“Kill her” the voice continued “and you win, and you will be able to go free, back home to your families. You have my word, good luck. Let the games begin!” The voice cut off.

“Shit!” You muttered to yourself “This is not going to be easy or pleasant”. After that thought, the chain around your ankle popped open, freeing you from its hold. You looked down at your feet, when you noticed the bow and arrow next to you. You hastily sling it over your shoulder as you take off at a jog. You have to find Jo, and find her first.

You had been alternating jogging and walking around the forest for what felt like hours. You wondered where the hell you actually were. Wherever it was, was hot and muggy. You detested hot and muggy.

You hadn’t seen much so far, which was good and bad. Good in that you hadn’t run into any one else so far, but bad because you hadn’t seen anything that resembled food, or seen any fresh water to drink. “That’s going to be a problem” you thought grimly.

You pushed all that aside and force yourself to think about nothing but finding Jo, and staying alive. Jo was out there somewhere terrified and alone. The thought gave you a new surge of energy as you carefully yet quickly made your way through the thick foliage.

You’d been walking for maybe another hour you’d guess. It’s hard to tell in the jungle without being able to even see through the thick trees. You had noticed that it was beginning to get slightly darker. Panic slowly entered your thoughts. You have to find Jo before it got dark. You couldn’t let her spend the night alone and scared, you couldn’t.

That’s when you heard it, a voice in the distance, and, could it be, the yells of a tiny voice. Jo? You quietly got closer so you could see what’s going on, so you aren’t blindly flying into an unknown situation. That wouldn’t help you or Jo survive this new fresh hell.

“Get back here you little bitch!” You heard a man yell.

“Get away from me!” You heard the reply. It was Jo! Your heart leapt in your chest but you forced yourself to remain calm and hid behind a bush to access the situation.

“I’m going to gut you like a fish!” The man swore, thundering around the brush.

“Like HELL you are!” Jo screamed. Boy, Jim really did teach her everything he knew, you thought. You looked around quickly and figured out that the man was indeed alone, your luck holding out.

“Let me go!” Jo yelled trying to tug away from the man who finally managed to grab her. The man grinned as he lifted up his spear.

“This was way too easy.” He said while Jo screamed in terror.

The man never got a chance to bring down his spear as you run at full speed at him. You wrapped your arms around him and went to tackle him to the ground. You caught the man off guard, he didn’t even hear you coming, too wrapped up with Jo.

He had no time to prepare himself for your full body tackle. You knocked the man down with such force, that his head snapped back and made a sickening crack against a rock. You quickly get up and steady yourself. You stared down at the man, making sure he stayed down.

“Aunt Y/N! I’m so happy to see you” Jo exclaimed, relieved.

“I’m happy to see you too Jo” you said hollowly “bring me his spear, Jo”. You flipped your switch as you stared down at the man. The switch that turned you off to yourself and your emotions so you would be able to live with yourself after what you were about to do.

Jo hesitated for a moment, confused by your lack of emotion and your stiff posture.

“Jo, his spear, now.” You ordered as the man started to groan. Jo did as you asked and brought you the spear handing it to you apprehensively, almost afraid.

You felt awful for the way you were acting, but you had no choice. You had to keep yourself and Jo safe, before anything else. Then you could calm down, then you could reassure her, but not before.

“Turn around Jo.” You ordered. Jo obeyed at once.

You lifted the spear just as the man’s eyes begin to flutter open. You don’t hesitate. You bring the spear down as hard as you can, knowing the force required to break the human breast plate. The spear hit home as you plunged it straight to his heart.

The man took in a sharp intake of breath and began to gurgle as blood started to pour out of his mouth. He choked and gagged on the blood for a few more seconds before you tighten your grip on the hilt and twist it with all the strength you can muster. You looked down at the man as he coughed up one last mouthful of blood before his eyes went glassy and could see no more.

You pulled the spear out of his chest with a heave. You continued to stare at the man for a few seconds.

“Y/N?…” Jo said quietly, bringing you back to yourself “can I turn around now”

“No Jo, don’t turn around.” You said as you slowly made your way to stand in front of her instead.

“Y/N” Jo choked out and attached herself to you. Your switch flipped back as Jo sobbed into your shirt. God, you must have scared her. Your knees feel weak, and you start to shake slightly from the adrenaline finally hitting you from the recent events.

“Oh, Jo. I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” You asked as you pulled her away from you and go into doctor mode, checking her all over.

“I’m okay, Y/N” Jo replied “Just a few bumps and scratches.”

“Let me see them Jo.” You ordered. Jo held out her arm to you “there” she said as she pointed to her scratches.

“Good, Jo. They all look superficial, they shouldn’t get infected.” You dropped her arm in relief. God knows that neither of you needed an infection out here. What you wouldn’t give for Leonard to bust out from behind a tree with his overflowing med kit in hand.

“That means they’re just on the surface, right?” Jo asked, looking up at you.

“That’s right, Jo. Where’d you learn that?” You asked surprised, releasing her arm.

“I’ve been reading a lot. Momma spends a lot of time with her new boyfriend, so it gives me a lot of time to read. I’m going to have to, if I want to be a good doctor like you and daddy.” Jo replied, like it should be obvious.

“Aww, thank you Jo.” You replied touched, and you pull her in for a hug “you’re going to be a better doctor than your dad and me put together.”

“ Leonard” you thought. You wished more than anything to hear his voice right now, or Jim making fun of you.

Jo must have been feeling the same because she was looking down at her feet now. You were about to say something to comfort her when you heard a twig snap in a cluster of trees in front of you.

You instinctively grabbed the spear and pulled Jo closer to you. You heard a low growl emanate from the bushes.You flicked your eyes to the body laying on the ground. The blood. How could you be so stupid?

You should have left immediately. You should have never lingered at the scene. You should have gotten Jo to a safe place and then examined her. You cursed yourself for being so stupid, and vowed not to let it happen again. There was nothing for it now though.

“Y/N?” Jo asked in a whisper, terrified.

“Quiet Jo.” You ordered as another low growl came from behind you now and a twig snap to the right. You were being surrounded, hunted.

“Jo?” You whispered calmly “how fast can you run?”

“Pretty fast.” Jo replied, eyes darting around, terrified.

“Good because we’re going to run like our lives depend on it, because they do” you said quickly. “Jo, run. Now. That way.” You pointed towards the clearing to the left.

“GO!” You nudged Jo in the right direction. She needed no more encouragement as she took off like lightning, with you fast on her heels.

At first you didn’t hear anything. You hoped that whatever it was, decided that the man on the ground would make better pickings instead of two healthy, spry specimens. Your hope died before you could even finish your thought.

You heard twigs snapping and growling coming from behind. Guess whatever it is, enjoyed the thrill of the hunt.

“Shit!” you say outloud “run Jo, whatever happens, keep running and don’t look back!” You order. Jo gave no reply as she concentrated on where she’s going. It’s getting dangerously dark now, your fear ramping up to 11. You can’t see the creatures, but you can still hear them. You concentrated on the footfalls.

One creature? No, two now, as a second set of thuds are added to the first.

“Great, just what we need.” You thought. The snarling and snapping of jaws behind you is all it takes to keep you and Jo motivated to keep running. You’re so focused on listening to the creatures and trying to keep mental tabs on them, that you don’t notice a root sticking up from the ground.

Your foot snagged on it and you go toppling forward, taking Jo down with you, hard. Jo cried out in pain, but she’s alive, unlike the two of you will be soon if you allow yourself to worry about her now.

With no time to get up and run from the first creature, you quickly grabbed your spear in both hands and laid yourself over Jo, protecting her the best you can.

The footfalls get louder, and heavier. The snarls get more fierce as the creature realized its closing in on its prey. Your heartbeat is thundering in your ears. You can see it coming now, you didn’t recognize whatever it was. If you had to guess, it would be some kind of wolf hybrid. Whatever it was, it was big and it was angry.

You do the only thing you can do. You angled your spear and steadied yourself for the incoming blow.

“Hang on Jo” you yelled as the wolf leapt into the air towards the two of you. Not very smart at least, you thought as the wolf sailed through the air and right on top of your spear. You grunted with the impact, trying not to squish Jo beneath you.

The wolf yelped loudly and struggled wildly on top of the spear. You used all your strength to quickly shove it off of you. You leapt up and didn’t hesitate to drive the spear deeper. The wolf cried out and immediately stilled. You have no time to pull the spear out this time, or even to revel in your victory.

The second wolf howled in the distance. Its footfalls getting louder as it snarled rabidly, almost seeming like it knew what you just did. You quickly went over to Jo and hoist her up by her arm. She yelped in pain.

“Jo, we gotta go. We gotta go now. I’m sorry!” you ordered. Jo just choked back a sob and began to run once more. Your heart pained when you heard her sob, but you didn’t have the time or the luxury to worry about it right now.

The two of you kept running and you could tell Jo is starting to get tired, you are too for that matter. Both of your footsteps are getting heavier as you slog through the thick foliage. You two can’t keep up this pace for much longer. The wolf though, never seemed to get tired as you heard it gaining on you.

You have to think of something and think of it fast. Your lives depend on it. You ran a little while longer. Then you heard it, running water, no, roaring water. Roaring water meant waterfall right? You had no other ideas and no other options and you can only pray your good luck you’ve had so far holds out.

“Jo, head toward that noise!” You yelled, pointing in the general direction. Jo needed no explanation as she adjusted her course. The wolf following even closer behind.

“Just a little bit further Jo, hang in there.” You said as you both got closer, your spirits lifted slightly, it is a waterfall. Your elation faded soon after that thought. It was a BIG waterfall. You quickly weighed your options. Big waterfall vs. a snarling, snapping, angry pack of wolves. You pick the former, not wanting to get ripped to shreds.

“Jo, do you trust me?” You asked her, in between big breaths.

“Yes Y/N.” Jo offered with no hesitation, almost out of breath. You realized she’s fading fast. This is your only hope.

“Come on Jo, hold tight and whatever you do, don’t let go, okay?” You said as you lifted her up mid run and carry her close to your chest. As you get closer to the edge, you have no time to hesitate, no time to check and see if it’s safe. You just hope and pray that it’s deep enough and that there aren’t any jagged rocks at the bottom.

“Hold on Jo, here we go!” You said, not slowing down one bit as you flung yourself and Jo off the side of the cliff. You concentrated on holding onto Jo for dear life as she screamed in your ear. You both tumble through the air into the unknown. The snarling and snapping began to fade away like a distant memory.

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Soooo, as I was talking to my buddy yesterday about some shit, it kinda hit me that maybe it's OK to be mad and angry at people. I've been trying to play the "I'm bigger than this" for so long and to try and not regret my actions because like...i don't like hating people. I don't. My heart is too big for that, especially for people I care/cared about. But like....I think it's OK to be mad now. I think it's VERY valid. And I can't let this keep eating me, so I'm gonna talk some mad shit about this bitch because GUESS WHAT. IM MAD. I need to stop blinding myself to the harsh, harsh truth and, like my friend said, stop glorifying this person. It's been a year since we last saw each other, you said you cared and loved me, but only when it was good for you right? Once I had my moments of depression you didn't wanna deal with me anymore and ran to your friends. That was always the thing. When any sort of conflict came up, you RAN. And yet you were surprised that I got angry with you for it?? Yeah, sure, I won't make this totally one sided and say I was the best person, I could of controlled my anger better, I could of not said some things I KNEW would hurt you, but at the same time, I was angry because you refused to spend any kind of time with me. ESPECIALLY those rare moments when I was feeling suicidal. We never spent TIME together because "Oh I was too busy". But you had time to go and have a sleepover with your friends and marathon all of Sherlock and some other BS Netflix show. That went on for MONTHS before I finally blew up about it, but you wanted to say I was too CONTROLLING??? That whenever you went to hang with your friends, I got mad??? First of all, I wouldn't have been mad if you didn't see you had 4 days off of work in a row and immediately think, "I'm gonna spend time with my friends, even though I know my GF has been asking me to hang out for awhile and she's lonely." Girl, get out. You wanted to say I used my depression as a terms of manipulation. That I only said I was feeling suicidal because I wanted your attention. That was NEVER the case. Get over yourself. You knew my situation, but you wanted to say that me expressing my feelings was me manipulating you??? That I was toxic for being depressed???? You know what the real fucked up thing is here is that, I see you're doing well, but you wanted to brand me like I forever fucked up your emotions and self esteem. Bitch where? You seem just as cocky and conceited as when you left. You wanna talk about forever fucking someone up, look at me. I'm literally TERRIFIED of everything I say that isn't remotely happy or positive because I'm SCARED someone is going to go off on me. Someone is going to say I'm not worth it. All my friends are going to abandon me. But no. That was only you who did that. I still have the friends that matter. Do you? You wanted to say I wasn't supportive of you, that I didn't care about your future. Thanks for twisting my words. I never ever said that either. I was MAD that you didn't TALK to me about OUR future, that we PLANNED, but instead, wanted to run, and do your own thing behind my back and THEN say it wasn't lying, you just omitted stuff. Hun. That's lying. Let me find the definition for you... And through out all of this, despite knowing all this, I still loved you for so so long, but that really needs to end because, let's face it, you didn't care about me. You didn't love me as much as I loved you and that's a damn shame. And no, me calling you out about not caring is also not manipulative, thats me calling out your BS. GET. OVER. YOURSELF. I tried reaching out to you several times in the past year, but you straight ignored me and everythjng I had to say. How I said I was sorry, I regret what I did, blahblahblah. What was I regretting? My depression? My emotions that were anything other than happy?? Oh yeah, that's it. How shitty of you to make me feel like I needed to apologize for something I can't control. But YOU had FULL control of yourself and what you did. Please. Whatever tho. You fake af now anyways. You always were fake. You're the exact kind of person I hate who does things to fit in and be cool. Middle school ended years ago hun, but I'm glad your emo phase found you 10 years late. Glad you're suddenly so EDGY and have so many new guy friends who you hang out with, even tho, last I checked, you thought they were the scum of the earth and refused to talk to them. Glad you got your septum pierced even tho you said you were afraid to even have your ears pierced, because that makes sense. Glad to see you're drawing a lot of demons and gore all of a sudden because some dude in the group of dude bros told you to and thinks its cool. Good job on being FAKE. AS. FUCK. You weren't into that shit when I talked to you. You said gore made you sick and, sure, people change, but not all of that in a year. Like Jesus. Glad you're trying to be like me when you left me ROFL. I like your depressed, sad, alcoholic posts, I really do, when you wanted to get on my ass for drinking twice, but, oh yeah, the dude bros probably think it's cool and fun to drink. I'm just waiting for you to smoke weed now because you have no mind of your own. I just hope other people see how shitty you are with time. But anyways, as my friend showed me in a video. BLOCKED. Bye bitch. If you wanted to reach out to me ever, it's over. Bye.

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Chapter 140 Core of Evil

Synopsis: In Core of Evil Janice leads the fleet to break through the Celcar Fleet, while Kate and Yurgi attempt to stop the Celcar's plan for universal domination. Full Script Lets hope those changes we made to our weapons subspace matrix will be enough to break through their flux shields All Ships Commence attack!! Its like each ship has an unlimited amount of shield power The drones are easy enough to dispatch but those damn Capital Ships Enemy ships are sustaining only minimal Damage Shit, they’re shields are just cycling through different dimensional planes Let the Warcons handle the Capital Ships, All alliance ships focus on picking off the Drones Were outnumbered 10 to 1 we need to make this a team effort This is Mary Krosa, All Warcon Ships switch weapons to the upper frequency band of subspace Send that setting to the alliance fleet Sorry Mary, Our weapons don’t go that high into the subspace band Well have to make due, beams have some effect but kinetic weapons are useless against them 5 They’re slicing through our lines like Hot Metal through Ice The only ones keeping them at bay are the warcons and just barely If they destroy this fleet the Warcons will be surrounded and won’t stand a chance! Anyone got any ideas because Im at a loss if we can’t even Hurt them Excellent, its a quantum singularity Chapter 140 “Core of Evil” Ready Yurgi Lets turn this core into a rift and then we can Rip this hive to pieces You will not You have gone too far as it is Im not like the other Celcar Soldiers you dispatched My power is drawn from the Combined Celcar Collective itself. You may call me the Celcar Node of this HIve And from what I understand niether of you have access to your full powers Yurgi! 9 You will pay for that Kate Oh come on you’ve got 5 more 30% of our ships are either destroyed or heavily damaged admiral The Celcars are overwhelming our lines Get out of Here Janice, your ships really aren’t helping Damnit Well stay until My Mom and Dad Get out We may have to withdraw or well loose the whole fleet Your making me look bad kiddo, my tactical skills are a little rusty and the only Job General McRand Will have is recovering the debris Don’t Feel Bad Janice, we Warcons are just genetically superior Tacticians to Humans 13 Emicons! Position our ships between the Celcar Fleet and the Alliance Ships! Charge Arc Weapons for firing at the Celcar Center line Celcar Ships are using Dimension 7 on their shield Matrix, set arc canon to that setting, 1 minute to full charge Who the Hell are you Guys!!? This is Fleet Admiral Fen Grison of the Emicon Alliance, I am here at the request of a Captain Alita Roger That, Everyone form around the ships that look like toilet seats If you can clean up the small fries, well help you deal with the Celcar Capital Ships Where’s your ‘Wife’ Yurgi Krosa, did I so easily dispatch her simply by throwing her into the abyss a Shield Matrix? of course a quantum singularity even that size is hundreds of millions of degrees outside the event horizon If I can take out these generators radiation from that singularity will cook this hive within minutes Nothing like a bit of a fever to wipe out a bacterial infection Looks like we are the universes immune system Kate! What are you doing? Phew, almost fell into the super massive black hole I haven’t had this much fun in decades Yurgi, You ready Im going to send you some power straight from the galactic core With Pleasure my love Take note Celcar, I am General Yurgi Krosa I am descended from the Pure blooded Tralians that originally established the Warcon Empire I am one of very few naturally ascended Level 6 Warcons 17 Arc Cannons Charged! Roger Admiral Maty, concentrate all your weapons on the Celcar ships to your immediate Center line Fire!! 120,000,000 enemy ships were within the field Alright Admiral Maty, Celcar Ships are paper tigers without their advanced shields You heard the Admiral all ships blow them out of my sky! All Warcon Starships Exterminate these Parasitical Scum! It doesn’t Matter what you are, compared to our collective power you are the real insects! The energy I now gather comes from the collective itself! I only need to keep enough of your Body intact to extract a small sample of DNA, even a strand of hair will do Your race is now marked for extermination for challenging us!! You die now Yurgi Krosa! WHat!! 21 THere is an old Tralian saying that one ascended Tralian is dangerous But Bring two together as husband and Wife and love makes them unstoppable!! We should get out of here Yurgi I severed all the reactor Shield Generator Cables The Core is going to overheat and melt down Warning, core meltdown in progress, all celcar units evacuate hive immediately What!!? 25 Janice, Mary, Admiral Grison get the fleets out of there The Celcar Hive is going to explode Affirmative, all ships commence emergency battlefield fold operation 28 We made it Kate The Celcar Fleet? We Sent them a message today, don’t mess with us They’re not interested in us anymore Its time to bring General Brel and his fleet Kicking and screaming into the Tralian Republic Unity is our only chance of standing against the Celcars Set Course for the Triangulum Galaxy To Be Continued... Read the full article

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Essay on family relationships in Swimming-Fiction-Short Story'

' Introduction\n\nThe watch written by asshole Selgin feces be regarded as a alive(predicate) and in spateful maintain that respects its refs intelligence. a colossal with that, the mass offers a reader a clear and crump guidance on the family liveliness. The main caprice of the book crumb be summarized as the difference amidst the imaginary and the rattling world. The main thesis of this paper is the crisis of family kins that rush it a carriages as a pass of gentle softness to understand the hobbys of its counterpart. The composition itself is genuinely recondite and philosophical. It raises the crisis of human relationships.\n\nThe novel is foc employ on the description of the lowly novel of deuce plenty: b rargon and Dorothy. For a large metre these mess are bideing in nuptials. The whole yarn in describe in the recreate words: e re bothy August for the erstwhile(prenominal) twelve years pawl and his married woman, Dorothy, had co me to the sm altogether lake in northern peeled Jersey, less than an arcminutes stimulate from New York City. Theirs was single of a dozen cabins dotting Lake Juliets purse shore. (p.1) Being long time together the couple started to digest the intimate smacks to distrisolelyively divers(prenominal). In different words, the relations started to meet their romantic nature. give the axedid would swim and she would skirt her havefast. It was one of their umteen routines in a marriage that practically conmed to consist of nil notwithstanding routines. sometimes, rest on the suck as he did now, straight-from-the-shoulder smelled, or im time-honored that he could smell, bacon frying. (p.2) From this passing one give the axe see that the main hero of the flooring grew winsome of world-weary with quotidian feel routine. As a result, he was stormily craving for tears that someway would turn out deepen his flavour into some subject that is more interest ing than the unwashedplace routine he has to live in. Sometimes frank unconstipated thought that his married woman was non a proper selection for him. I would speculate blackguard got actually pessimistic of his family life that tuned out to be actually grayish and not interesting. The everyday routine overwhelmed him. As a result, he befogged the very tincture of happiness. In invigorated(prenominal) worlds, his aroma life brought no satisfaction for him. The perception of tiredness tardily fell upon him. He regarded his wife to look diametric but he couldnt interpolate things are they were. Dorothys coat of weapons memory the heavy skil allow, the physical body of her triceps pillowy and dropping. She had been a bounteous woman once, her Irish features square ad fortified. and she had allow herself go. Her once urbane waist was gone, and her arms and legs had lost their tone. (p.5) The winsome smile of Franks wife (the altogether thing that rema ined) seems to no seven-day appeal her save. Frank became a different psyche - a person that was expression for wobbles. And these changes came when Frank met a young person caused Juliet. In the composition Juliet is organism depict with the help of the pursuit words: She had wickedness eye and a round, pleasant demo framed by hair middling beginning to turn gray in places. She looked at him. She wrote a red sweater. (p. 6) Slowly, the opposite(a)wise woman manages to attract Frank upkeep. Her strong body and a good physical body serve to be a note to the Dorothy lumpy body. Moreover, the wo hands seems o have a great deal in common with Frank: she mete outs his interest in liquid (that is the main savvy why the motive gives the paper name - A swimming tale). Juliet (the other women) akins to swim. Also, she is glowing to share the interests of Frank, therefore making a sharp line of descent to his wife, who seems to lose whatever interest in Frank. As a result, the relationships in the midst of Frank and his wife became old and outdated. They have nothing to share. In one event Frank snarl that he have been living with a stranger. Each time Frank looked at his wife he mat more and more disturbed and unhappy. What by and by all, did they have to do with separately other anymore, he questioned, digression from being husband and wife? peradventure I should let myself go too, he told himself as he nibbled on a strip of bacon. I should have aged with her. Instead, I let her go onwards without me and now look: weve lost each other. Havent we? (p.11)\n\nPerhaps the agency described is a mid-life crisis. The situation is natural for a entire bulk of families where the deal get used to each other. not all the people are positive or so age. non many urgency to hear that they provide be grown-up soon. Still, the majority are compelled to event the situations equivalent this. The alike base happened to Fred and his wife Dorothy. The behavior of men has suddenly changed. He suddenly started remunerative more anxiety to his intimate feeling and to his look. In the incident described we are dealing with the report card of a very handsome man, who is aging but keeps himself in good cast of characters despite his age. As a agate line we see his wife who is aging and pays no attention to herself.\n\nFrank does not have any bonus to stay with his wife who acquaints no leave no stay with him. The relations came to the burden when there is a strong conduct to introduce changes. These changes must(prenominal) be taken by Frank, who is very eager to change the situation. When he meets the other one who shares his interests in life (swimming) he seems to forget that he has an elderly wife. further it wasnt tho Fred who was guilty of the ontogeny gab in the relationships betwixt deuce people. Dorothy seemed to show no interest in Freds life. He had told Dorothy the same layer several times, but he did not remember her being amazed. He wondered if she was ceremonial occasion the float now. No, she was meter narration her best-seller, or chucking corn for dinner. Dorothy had long since lost any interest in his swimming. He could have drowned for all she knew. (p. 13) The disinterest of Dorothy helped the other women, Juliet to win the attention of Fred. Somehow Fred feels that he is being busy by the influence of the women. Then goes the play point of the story Fred tries to save his marriage. He eventually pushes Dorothy into the realm of his life. Finally he brings Dorothy to the beach where he is practicing swimming. While launching the situations like this the former of the story shows how the crisis of marriage.\n\n zeal of the story In general I would characterize the elan of the writer as both academic and playful. Also, one most-valu competent thing about the author is that he never looses sight of its purpose. In general, the presentation b y Selgin bottomland be characterized as obviously deferential and clear. The abundance and medley of his literary references is able to keep things paltry what enables to provide a good cut back and rather frolic journey into the kabbalistic world of human relationships. The hints within the book are very clear. While reading the book I feel that Selgin shows the reader what does it means a real life. It is not a big wonder since Selgin is a very talented and accomplished writer. In general, neb Selgins Swimming-Fiction-Short study offers plenty new information.\n\nThe main musical theme of the story is to show the crisis in the relationships between both people living in marriage. The main intellection can be summarized with the help of the future(a) words: marriage is not like staying together but the ability to share thoughts and interests of the other person. (p.14) go bad of the answer lies in the story itself that shows the crisis of the relationship between t o people. The crisis is by and large reasoned by the non-wiliness of one person to share the thoughts and interests of the other one. Frank tries to change the situation. For that aim he tries to engage Dorothy in his own activities. The elbow grease has its reasons: Fred does all viable to save his marriage. But the situation is rather difficult, since Fred seems to have no feelings for his present wife. And it is only when Fred sees his dear person to be restricting to drawn when he suddenly realizes that he still continues to fill out his wife. As he watched his wife pare an irresistible essence gripped and held him frozen a vibrating electric soldiery that numbed his shoulders and turned his arms and legs to quivering proscribe of lead. It came from all the way across the water, from where the women from the scum House stood honoring him. (p.15)\n\nFinally, when having seen his wife to be close to the terminal point, Fred is able to understand the deepness of his fe eling to her. That fact leaves Fred hangdog of his former intentions to break up with his wife. With his eyes still unsympathetic he felt himself drifting; he felt he could drift like that forever. (p.16) At this point of the story we can see the recreation in the relationships between two formerly alienate people. The story is actually engaging and interesting.\n\n \n\n final result\n\nThe main approximation of Swimming-Fiction-Short Story is to show both the crisis and refreshment in the relationships between two people. The story is a kind of a lesson that can be utilize to any family. Problems cover by Peter Selgin are characteristic for the majority of families all over the world. I would go so fact as to call the story a study-guide into the family life.If you want to get a full essay, prescribe it on our website: Looking for a place to buy a cheap paper online? Buy Pa per Cheap - Premium quality cheap essays and affordable papers online. Buy cheap, high quality papers to impress your professors and pass your exams. Do it online right now! '

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