#which is great if true cause i have some really elaborate dreams sometimes with entire worlds and plots and id love to revist some of them

[coolxatu]

last night i had a dream that i dont remember very well that had a book series in it that i realized after waking up was actually the plot of another dream i had that i entirely forgot about, so im starting to think that i might have some sort of dream world memory that only functions while im sleeping

[selfwriting-sugarquills]

70 Fred Weasley headcanons in celebration of 700 followers:

(plus an extra one, for the heck of it lmao) 

You guys, thank you so much for 700 followers! I appreciate every single one of you and writing for the twins has been such a blast so far, much to the thanks of all of you <3 

Find the 70 George Headcanons: Here

Fred has always been really good at sleight of hand stuff, as a kid, he could do card tricks with ease, steal baked goods from his mother’s kitchen and later on since his allowance wasn’t exactly anything to brag about, he’d steal sweets from honeydukes' on Hogsmeade trips, with the help of George, he’s not proud of it but in his defence, he was a stupid teenage boy at the time. 

Fred is incredibly competitive and will hold onto anything you challenge him to for way longer than you might think. He’s definitely the type to “race you” anytime you’re headed to herbology, care against magical creatures or Hogsmeade together.

As the man himself said in the deathly hallows, Fred doesn’t like the idea of a big grandiose wedding ceremony, he’d prefer something more low-key and simple, where the focus is more on having fun and celebrating instead of neat seating plans and meticulously chosen decorations. Some flowers and booze will do, he’ll provide the fireworks - In essence, he only needs his S/O and the rest he couldn’t care less about. 

George may be better at cooking, but Fred makes a damn good pancake and he will forever pride himself on that. 

Fred is the more jealous, overprotective twin. He’s aware of this and tries his best not to let it go to his head but he can’t help it. 

Fred snores, I’m pretty sure it’s canon that both twins snore, but Fred is louder and, as mentioned in my last headcanon post, a very heavy sleeper meaning it’s more difficult to get him to wake up so he can stop, your best shot is trying (and probably failing) to turn him over. 

Fred is also a very restless sleeper, he’ll toss and turn, and occasionally dream about quidditch. I’m saying you might want to be aware that he might confuse you for a bludger in his sleep, don’t worry though, he’ll always apologise profusely and make it up to you with a lot of kisses (and maybe a bit more than that, if you’re keen ;)) 

Fred has an extensive caffeine addiction, which is unfortunate cause he’s quite hyper already but he can’t function properly until he gets his coffee in the morning, and then again in between lessons/at lunch and then again late in the afternoon. Sometimes, if he needed to write an essay that was due, he’d drink coffee at like nine pm. He knows he won’t be able to sleep because of it, please, Y/n, he’s accepted his fate. 

I personally always imagined the twins as having ADHD, idk why it just fits their characters. Fred is for sure the more outwardly fidgety and intrusive, this gets less and less with age, as it does for a lot of ADHD people, his inability to focus remains the same though. 

Fred loves being outside, he’s the first of the Weasley siblings to suggest a game of quidditch or just going outside for walks, hide and seek in the woods near their house. He absolutely loves taking his dates on walks in parks or at the beach and when he has kids he plays with them in their yard, building snowmen etc. 

Fred probably suggests at some point that the whole family should go camping, and he’s actually really fun to camp with. He’ll tell the best scary stories by the campfire. 

In regards to children, Fred wants a lot of kids. Like at least three but would be willing to have more if his s/o wants to. He just really likes the dynamic of a large family since that’s what he’s used to. 

Fred’s favourite flavour of sweets is anything sour, the sourer the better, because of this he can handle it really well and he loves handing people some of his ridiculously sour candy and watching them squirm. 

He also really likes spicy food, he’s a bit of a daredevil so don’t challenge him to eat anything because he will eat a whole chilli and nearly die. 

 You know he’d be really casual about it too, lol, like sweating and crying but just leaning on the counter like “*pant* what? hot? no not at all *deeeeep breath* I can ha-aw-rdly taste it!” 

One thing about Fred is that he’s oddly squeamish, like seeing his brother’s ear blown off isn’t so bad (if you don’t take into account the emotional trauma that is), but a needle for a blood sample or a vaccine? oooh, he’s gonna need a big juice box and a cookie and his s/o’s hand to hold if he’s gonna make it through. He also has a thing about leeches. One time at Hogwarts they were mentioned in a lesson and he thought he was going to faint the entire time. 

Fred’s broken five bones over the years, four are from quidditch: his left arm and two ribs, and then the other arm from trying to do an elaborate stunt on the stairs in the burrow and falling down two flights. 

Fred loves to sing karaoke (because I cannot get that damn clip of James singing karaoke out of my head) though he particularly enjoys doing a very poor job on purpose. 

Fred is such a good liar that on several occasions he’s given presentations in school and gotten good marks for them despite having bullshat his way through the entire thing. 

Like seriously, he’s that guy in the group project who only looks at the slides like five minutes before the presentation and then just turns on a full charming newscaster voice on the professor to the point of them being genuinely convinced (albeit a little confused) that what Fred’s saying is true. 

This is also why Fred loves playing card games like poker: he’s really good at bluffing. 

Speaking of poker-face, he’s really quite good at teasing in public (if you’re into that sort of thing *wink*) because no matter the dirty deeds he might get up to under a table, his face remains as regular as always (safe for a little smirk to his lover every now and then) 

Fred always wanted to learn an instrument, he thought it’d make him cooler when he was a teenager, as an adult, he just really wants to recreate that clip of the trombone-playing dad with the sunglasses, or maybe serenade some cows with jazz or something. 

Fred was never a big fan of the uniform thing, so he always tried to make it his own, whether that be tying the tie differently, or having his sleeves rolled up; it’s not much but you gotta take what you can get when you’re literally dressed the same as everyone else. 

Fred might make fun of his dad’s interest in muggle things but secretly he loves it too. He has spent a lot of hours in the shed with Arthur, assuring everyone that it was just to have some quality time with his dad but he would still pay close attention when Arthur explained things to him. 

Fred had a whole business of selling candy from Honeydukes’ and joke products from Zonko’s to second and first years before he and George started dabbling with their own products, he could get you a butterbeer too but it’ll cost you an extra three galleons. 

Fred really likes glitter, George has a thing for lace, anything that glitters on his s/o makes Fred weak. If you want to get your way just put on some glittery eyeshadow or lipgloss and watch him spin. 

Since he loves things that glitter and gleam he loves buying his s/o jewellery, he loves seeing them wearing them as little tokens of their relationship. 

Did someone say slight possession kink? oops not me

Fred is incredible with numbers, this is pretty much canon and has been explored but I’m just amazed at this boy’s wit AND intellect. I have a slight headcanon that if he ever goes on a proper first date with someone where a bill is involved, he impresses his date by calculating the tip after just a glance.

Even if Fred has a longstanding reputation of not caring about school, when he has kids he does want to help them with any coursework over the summer and Christmas breaks, he’ll even study up on his old books just to be able to help out in any classes he didn’t take/didn’t pay attention in. 

Fred would, in general, be an amazing father. He’s goofy and playful most of the time, though he’s serious and incredibly caring whenever his kids are in a bad mood or have problems. He knows that he’s not the most outwardly emotional of the twins but he makes sure his kids know they can always talk to him about anything. 

Fred is incredibly messy. His room is usually a cry for help and he only cleans it when it gets to the point where it distracts him from focusing on work. 

No worries though, his S/O doesn’t have to do all the housework for him, he’ll do it. He just needs to be reminded that he needs to every once in a while. 

Fred has a really bad temper, he doesn’t know where he gets it from but he tends to get angry easier than George, though Fred is better at letting it out so it doesn’t continue to bother him. 

His bad temper does mean that he used to brawl more with siblings as a kid, and it wasn’t unusual to see him with scrapes and bruises as a kid, much to Molly’s dismay. Fred didn’t mind though, he thought it made him look tough. 

Fred is more likely to get caught sneaking around because of his brash nature, he tends to forget just how quiet you have to be to avoid Mrs Norris in the corridors. 

Fred is certainly not an early bird but his favourite time of day is, in fact, the morning when the sun’s coming up. He only knows this because of Wood’s ridiculously early quidditch practices but there’s something about the way the world looks when it’s bathed in soft golden light that just hits different to Fred. 

Fred is a great team player, as much as he seems like he’s more selfish than George, if it’s regarding a team activity (like quidditch or a battle of sorts) he’ll completely lose all focus on himself and only try to ensure other’s safety and victory. This is also why he plays as a beater, he’s not afraid of getting hit at all when he’s focused on getting the bludgers away from his teammates. 

So if his s/o ever needs it, he’ll be there to help with anything: Needs to take a day off from work to take care of his sick s/o? no problem. Needs to stay up with his small child because his s/o is exhausted and needs rest? On it. Something as small as carrying groceries or books, making a cup of tea when the other is busy or doing the dishes is all on the list of things that Fred will happily do for his s/o, and often without having to be asked, he’ll just do it. 

Fred’s boggart is seeing his family members and/or his s/o hurt beyond what he can save. Essentially his worst fear is being helpless when he needs it most. 

One of those times was when George lost his ear. The first night when George was lying practically unconscious on the couch with blood everywhere was the worst night of Fred’s life, he truly felt so anxious and helpless and angry that he vomited and ended up passing out next to the couch after staying up till sunrise watching his brother like a hawk. 

He didn’t just sleepwalk when he was younger, he also often experienced nightmares, it’s only George, Molly and Arthur who remembers anything about this. 

They got less and less the older he got and he assumed that he’d never be bothered by them again until after the second wizarding war and the battle of Hogwarts. 

I don’t like to headcanon that he dies cause he didn’t and that’s final lol. I do, however, headcanon that Fred still gets hurt, since everyone in the explosion beside him seemed to sustain minor injuries, I just think that to even out with George losing his ear, he hurts his leg and needs a lot of retraining/a walking stick. I think that’d be a more fair/unfair ending for Fred who’s always full of energy having to have to adjust to living slowly for a little while (not permanently, I couldn’t do that to my boy). 

The boy has anxiety sometimes, ok. (just let me project for a second)

He didn’t know how much tension he usually holds in his body until he drank alcohol for the first time and felt his entire body loosen up and was like “huh this is new.” 

He doesn’t use alcohol to deal with it though, he prefers just talking to George about whenever he feels is stressing him out and that helps. A massage from his s/o to loosen him up doesn’t hurt either. 

Fred prefers to talk to his dad about his problems more than he prefers to talk to Molly, generally. 

His favourite body parts on his s/o: Shoulders, hips, hands. 

He loves to kiss, just in general, but he also loves kissing his s/o’s nose, forehead, neck, shoulder, etc. as little gestures of affection. 

He def. has a bit of a size kink, he loves being taller than his s/o. 

If Fred could have any pet he wanted, he’d probably want a dog, the bigger the better. He doesn’t think he has the time for a pet though. 

It was his idea to start breeding pygmy puffs, it’s the closest he’ll get to having a pet. 

I don’t know why but I feel like when Fred and his s/o are expecting and his s/o goes into labour he just panics. loses it, drops the binkie as we say in Denmark: Freaks the fuck out, if you will. He’s definitely the pacing and wringing his hands together type, though he probably tries his best to keep himself composed and chill during the whole thing whilst simultaneously hyperventilating. 

Fred doesn’t cry often but he sure as hell wept with pride when he held all his kids for the first time. 

Despite the notion that the twins often slip in a joke version of a sweet treat or something similar amongst the snacks at parties, Fred is strongly against tampering with drinks. He knows the connotations it holds and he doesn’t want anyone to be afraid they’d put something in it. If he wants you to test out their truth serum or a love potion, he’ll just ask you flat out and if you don’t want to, he’s not going to continue asking. 

Most of the detentions Fred has gotten from Snape come from times he’s spoken back to him when Snape’s been giving another student a rough time. He doesn’t regret it one bit. 

 If you ask Fred what his proudest accomplishment is, he’ll probably say that it’s having had enough restraint to not punch Umbridge in the face every time he saw her. 

On the note of Umbridge. It wasn’t her detentions with him that got his blood boiling, it was when she punished little kids (a la Nigel) for doing practically nothing, he understands that to an extent and by comparison, setting off a bunch of fireworks inside a building would harbour a harsher punishment, but making twelve-year-olds bleed for running in the halls or playing music or just doing things that twelve-year-olds will inevitably do, is something Fred doesn’t understand. That year pretty much any kid younger than him, or anyone who was too afraid to stand up for themselves, became Fred and George’s little siblings, and they’re very protective older brothers. Umbridge can vouch for that. 

He struggles with a lot of insecurity in his relationships, he always puts on a front of being extra funny and outgoing when he’s in a new relationship because he’s secretly afraid that the way he is isn’t good enough and that eventually, his s/o will see through him and leave because they don’t like the softer, more serious side of him. 

Fred is the godfather of all of George’s kids but is also the godparent of Hugo, Lily and Lucy. 

Fred loves business meetings, he sees them as a good challenge to practice his smooth talk. 

Fred spent his first salary from the shop on the most expensive bottle of champagne he could find and a new suit. 

Fred tried to get into whiskey, feeling like it’d make him a cool business owner type of man, so, with his second salary, he went out and bought a fancy-schmancy bottle of whiskey and the whole getup with a bottle and some cool glasses, and then invited Lee over to try it with him and George. 

They did not like it. Fred thought it tasted like what he imagined gasoline tastes like so they mostly used it as decorations, not having the heart to mix it with something. 

Fred doesn’t necessarily like PDA, it depends on what you mean. He likes being secretive. Pulling his s/o into an empty classroom, nook, hallway, secret pathway etc where anyone could wander in at any time and snogging her senseless is one of his favourite things to do. 

Fred knows how good he looks in his quidditch uniform and will absolutely use it against his s/o. (they’re gonna get spicy from here on so read with caution if you're in public)

Fred prefers giving more than receiving oral. 

He has a lot of energy, did you not think that would rub off (no pun intended) on his sex drive? He can go pretty much any time and place, and typically last at least two rounds. 

Also, his favourite position is having you on top. Okay, I'm gonna stop now. 

[misha-moose-dean-burger-lover]

POSITIVE 20 QUESTIONS TAG GAME

I was tagged by @peanutbutterandgrapejelly. Thank you for the tag, Peanut, this seems pretty loaded, but in a good way, so here goes!!

1. Name 4 fictional characters who showcase your personality the best, with explanations if you want.

Sue Heck! I don't think I let all of it out, but on the inside, I constantly feel like I'm extremely Sue Heck-y, :')

Amy Santiago, in a lot of regards, I'll say. Uh, cares a lot about her friends, ambitious, and would basically die/murder for organization, but also socially awkward and, uh, mostly percepted as a goody-two-shoes. Also, true nerd™.

Mindy Lahiri! (I mean, again, this seems more of a who I feel like I am, and not who I come across as, cause those two things tend to differ on a variety of levels?)

Sam Winchester (you know I had to) Basically, we're both INFJs. I'm not even close to his level, but my brain officially ran out of characters so uh, empathetic, constantly interpreted as "boring" and the "brains", patient, *yearns to settle down with someone they love*, believes in second chances. The whole nine, but toned down XD

2. Aesthetic:

I'd usually have a hard time with this one, but I recently did a long thing about my aesthetic, so! I'm going to say, soft pastel, beige, and shades of white!! A tinge of light academia, but mostly unassumingly modern, and faded rainbows as watermarks.

3. Favorite musical/play? If you've never seen a musical or play, one you'd be interested in seeing?

You got me ~ never seen any. (I mean, school plays don't count, right?) I honestly have a bunch of musicals I want to see, recommendations from friends online, but somehow it always slips my mind. But, off the top of my head, @spot-the-brooklyn-pirate wanted me to check this one out, and I am looking forward to actually doing it sometime: Book of Mormon.

4. What's the best compliment you've ever received?

Mostly, anyone who says I, in any way, made them happy, literally gives me the best compliment ever. And uh, my sister called me inspiring once, and it stuck. When I nagged her into elaborating, she said she thought I was functional in spite of all my flailings, and self-analytic, and it didn't make sense to me, but I still think about that.

And a few people, over the course of time, have named some of my fics as their favorites, and those stay with me for a very long time.

5. How many times have you been in love?

Hardly once. She's still one of the most important people in the world to me, but as somebody great once said, if you don't fight for it, it doesn't count. And we didn't.

6. Embarrassing story or fact about yourself which now makes you laugh?

By far the most embarrassing thing I've ever done, is written a fic on wattpad which revolved around my own life, except for the fact that it really, really didn't. Long story shortened, I was in sixth grade, and had a surface-level-y crush on this guy, and it seemed like a brilliant idea at the time. In the story, we're all in senior year, though the authoress forgot pretty much all the real things about school XD it's not just cringy, but also extremely sixth-grade-y written, and it astounds me to this day that it went on to have like 18,000 views? (I managed to block the entire shtick out, until a few months back, when I randomly remembered and rushed to unpublish the work. *facepalm* it even had all our real names)

7. Favorite Disney/Pixar movie?

This one's so hard. Uh. Ratatouille, maybe?

8. Favorite flower/plant?

I regret having to confess that I probably don't have one :( but hey, my go-to answer for these ones is daisies, because they remind me of the lovely @daisy-jeon <3

9. What's your favorite holiday?

Holi :')

(I miss it being like the older times, though? Somehow it always clashes with my final exams these last few years, and Shelley is often not home, but it still really makes me happy, so just imagine how perfect it used to be, when I was a kid!!)

10. Name three things that made you smile/laugh this past week.

Rewatching The French Mistake!! A really great decision, haha!

The lovely comments an older fic of mine received, (about old Destiel, uwu) since a couple of big blogs happened to reblog it 🙈🙈🙈 and my activity started blowing up!!

A full-blown coffee high, which resulted in me being hilarious through a 98-message monologue to dish, eeeeee!!

11. What song would you play to introduce yourself to someone?

I'd been dreading this question the most, because I'm horrible at remembering good songs when I - need to be. Oofsies.

But I guess I could wing it with 'What About Us' by P!nk.

12. Name something that truly makes you peaceful even at your most stressful moments.

Writing about Character A of a ship going through said stressful moment, and Character B being the best possible responder to all of it. Projection's the key to functionality, kids.

13. What do you, did you, or would you study at college?

Would you, and will you, sound unfortunately like different questions to me, so I'm going to answer the one which is asked. I'd like to major in History, with a minor in English. (And to be crude for a bit, as my sister calls it, thus successfully be left solely employable as a teacher.)

14. This is kind of a weird one, but which outfit of yours makes you feel most like yourself?

My black Avenger's logo t-shirt, with this pink hooded, kinda-down-past-my-hips, not-warm-at-all jacket and any one of my numerous, mwuahaha, grey shorts.

I never said I'd go out of the house in that outfit, did I?

15. What is a quote you live by?

I don't think there aren't any. I'm just here, faking it till I make it. Still, if I had to choose? Misha's "Be Kind to Yourself so You can be Happy enough to Be Kind to Others" is something I aspire to live by.

16. Name the funniest playlist name you have.

I'm sad that I don't have any funnily named ones now. Sorry to disappoint, but I'm hoping that it counts a teensy bit that I have like seven playlists just for background shtuff when I'm working, and they're all named *extremely* similarly, with variations of the word "study" basically, but all have exceptionally different vibes.

But I really am sorry, and I'm going to try and up my playlist-humor-game.

17. Make a reference to an inside joke you have with someone you love with zero context.

'Time for tapwater'.

18. What is a message you'd give your younger self if given a chance?

Don't build your sense of self-worth over the people whose opinions you think matter. You don't have to get everybody to like you. (Oh, and probably don't switch between multiple first-person-pov's, even though you're just writing the most unrealistic self-indulgent fiction EVER.)

19. Who is your favorite family member? (If you have no good blood family members, feel free to mention someone in your found family)

Hands down, my sister. Shelley, didi, @iamcharliebradburylevelperfect, you're like the best part of my life, and you're probably going to be the longest part of it, too. Cause we might not have the best record for funny titles to call each other by, but we still nail the cheesy till the end of the line moments, ;)

20. What's a secret dream of yours?

I, uh. Want to run a completely-revolutionalizing-the-concept-of-education-style school ~ a boarding school actually, with my best friend dish. And as a means to acquire funds for it? We're going to do a whole lotta stand-up. :D

(Oh, and since i've already rambled for at least a thousand words, so what's the harm in a few more? At some point, probably on my birthday, I want to do a YouTube livestream, a pre-planned one of course, and everybody I've ever been frens with, on this dumb, wholesome hellsite???? They're all sent an invitation to join!! And there's nothing to do, really, we just talk and everyone's enjoying themselves, and I dunno, I had a dream about this once, and I've been so ridiculously smitten with the idea since!

Huh, maybe I could rally forces starting now, to make this possible by my eighteenth!!)

If anyone would like to play, these are really awesome questions! @3dg310rdsupreme @mystybloo @thotfordean @bcozwhythefuknot @theninthdutchessofhell @awkward-penguin-in-a-trenchcoat @quicksilver-ships @all-or-nothing-baby @screamatthescreen @telefunkies @elvenlicht @facepalmmylifeu @specialagentrin @noemithenephilim @but-for-the-gods-three-days

[thermopylod]

With a 2+ month delay, the epilogue to Interrupted Lines. Sorry this took so long, for those who were waiting :)

February had felt like a slice of heaven, the taste of Yu like ambrosia on his lips, but all good things had to come to an end. So it was that Yosuke found himself running alongside his friends in a little train station unused to such fervent goodbyes. When the train finally went too far for even its taillights to be distinguishable in the distance, he slowly walked back, and sat on the solitary bench on the platform, right underneath the great clock. The others crowded around him to cheer him up, but he only gave them absent smiles when they tried to suggest one activity or another to occupy the rest of his day.

He knew they meant well, trying to distract him, but Yosuke found that he wasn’t quite ready to go home and get on with his life yet. He was… sad, of course, but that was a given. That was fine; it would have been much more worrying if he hadn’t been sad. That wasn’t why he wanted to sit here a while longer.

Yu would come to visit for Golden Week in just a few short months, and maybe Yosuke would get to go see him before that, so this wasn’t some permanent goodbye, but his departure still felt like the end of a chapter, if not of the whole story. That feeling, of endings and new beginnings, had Yosuke feeling uncharacteristically introspective as he watched clouds flow across the sky.

He wasn’t the same person who’d ridden into this very station a year and some months ago anymore. He knew he had a few months left before he could call himself an adult, but sometimes it surprised him how much he’d grown over so short a time. He felt like he knew who he was, these days, in a way he never truly had before—back when he’d only been going through the motions, letting magazines and TV tell him what he liked and disliked, what his dreams were. Somehow, in the process of saving the world, he wondered if maybe he hadn’t saved himself, too.

The others were long gone by the time he finally picked up the wrapped package that sat next to him; even Teddie had headed home after giving him an uncharacteristically gentle hug and a pat on the head that had made him laugh.

“From Yu,” the elaborately handwritten tag read. Yu. Everything had revolved around him this past year, of course. It was almost strange to imagine life in Inaba moving on without him, so completely had he permeated every layer of the small town’s society. Last year, Yosuke’d resented him for that. He’d been jealous of the way the mantle of leadership settled on his shoulders like it had always belonged there, of the magnetic way he drew others to him; and then there’d been that colossal mistake of a summer, and he’d been angry at feeling like a joke, like a toy to be discarded and replaced when it didn’t perform as expected.

But even that had been part of the journey; he’d learned a lot about himself on those late, lonely nights sitting by the Samegawa. In that darkness, he’d finally managed to stop lying, at least to himself, and admit that maybe what he’d been most scared of all this time was of himself, and of the dreams and hopes that didn’t fit the mold he’d expected his life to fit into. It was a strange thing, honesty; it was both so much harder to face, and yet so much simpler to live with, than denial. Then again, that shouldn’t have come as a surprise after the TV world; hadn’t that been its message all along? Accept yourself.

So Yosuke had accepted himself. He’d accepted that he wanted more from life than slowly climbing the ladder of retail work at Junes, spending his money on whatever he was told the right clothes and the right movies were that month. He’d accepted that he couldn’t always be the happy, comic-relief friend people expected him to be. And, perhaps hardest of all, he’d accepted that he didn’t dream of soft curves and sleek long hair at night, but rather of a silver bowl cut and muscles that were anything but delicate.

He’d been jealous at the beginning, but it was much harder to resent someone when you’d seen them broken, sobbing in a cold November snow, and when all the envy and the anger and the fear had fallen away, all that had been left was love.

Yosuke smiled as he sliced through the tape on the expertly-wrapped package with the edge of his nail. He wouldn’t have expected anything less from Mr. “Good With His Hands” Narukami. To his surprise, it revealed a worn novel he recognized; he knew that specific copy, having seen it on Yu’s shelf every time he’d come over to his house. It was one of Yu’s favorite books, which he’d had from childhood. Yosuke had promised to read it over their time apart so they could discuss it the next time they met, but he hadn’t expected to be given the original copy.

He carefully opened the front cover, mindful of the threadbare spine, to find that Yu had not only given him one of his most prized possessions, but had even defaced it for him. The entire double page was filled with Yu’s neat handwriting.

To my beloved partner, Yosuke started reading, letting his fingers trail over the slight indentation the ballpoint pen had left in the paper.

Thank you for this past year. I’m sorry that I haven’t always been the best friend I could be to you; I can only promise not to make the same mistake again, and hope that you will stop me if I ever am too much of a fool for my own good again.

It’s hard to put into words how deep my affection for you runs, but unfortunately I can’t simply show it to you anymore, so words are all that I have. I could ramble on about the color of your eyes, the perfection of your face or the charm of your smile, but I’m sure you’ve heard me do that often enough to be tired of it by now. Nonetheless, let me reiterate how lucky I am that someone as beautiful as you would love me.

But more than your appearance, it is your very being that I love—your optimism, your kindness, your relentless motivation to do good. I feel that I am the best person I can be when I am next to you, if only because your goodness reflects onto me. I hope you will allow me to continue standing by your side for many years to come.

I wrote this in pen so I wouldn’t be able to go back and change anything, because I was afraid of being too much of a coward and erasing everything, but I think I kinda got way too sentimental there. Sorry! I know we’ve only been dating for a month and this is all a bit much. I have to admit, while I hope it doesn’t scare you, I truly mean all of it. It feels like it’s been so much longer to me. I can’t imagine anyone ever being as close to me as you are.

Speaking of things that are maybe a little premature, you should go see Daidara. He’s got a gift for you, from me. Before you freak out about it—no, it doesn’t mean anything. It’s just something I wore a lot this past year that I wanted you to have to remember me by. The day when I get you one that means something, I’ll make sure it’s much more special than that one, I promise.

I’m going to miss you so much, Yosuke. There’s no place I’d rather be than in your arms. I’m really sad I have to leave, but I’m not afraid. We took a long and twisted path and still managed to make it to each other; whatever life tries to throw at us, I know we’ll overcome those obstacles, too. After all, you’re my one and only partner.

Love

Your Yu

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In a train not so far away, although getting steadily farther by the minute, Yu pulled on a familiar pair of orange headphones. Yosuke had shoved them around his neck moments before the train doors closed, probably well aware that he would have tried to give them back otherwise. They were such an integral part of Yosuke that it seemed wrong for the two to be separated. Now, as he felt their familiar weight on his head—Yosuke often slipped them over his ears to share his latest favorite song with him—he was glad he hadn’t had a chance to return them. In a way, it was almost like a piece of Yosuke was coming with him.

As the train picked up speed, he unlocked the small music player that dangled from the cable. On the main screen, a single playlist appeared, titled, in true Yosuke fashion, “listn2me.” Yu smiled and hit play.

The opening chords of the song were unfamiliar, which didn’t surprise Yu. He didn’t listen to music much, and rarely knew any of the songs Yosuke shared with him. It was more unexpected when the voice that started singing turned out to be very familiar. Yu gasped out loud, causing the person sitting next to him to glance in his direction with a concerned expression.

He gave them a small shake of his head and they turned back to their book while he started the song over from the beginning. Now that he was listening for it, the sound quality was clearly not that of a produced album, as beautiful as it sounded. Yu closed his eyes and reached up to place a hand over one of the earpieces, losing himself in Yosuke’s singing voice.

He didn’t quite follow the lyrics; there would be time for that later, for deciphering every word, for picking out the meaning of every line. For now, he let himself just experience the music and the emotions they carried, an eclectic mix of melancholy, joy, excitement and determination that perfectly reflected Yosuke himself. They weren’t love songs, at least not in any obvious way, but that was right, too. Yu spoke Yosuke’s language well enough by now to easily translate this—the headphones, the playlist, the painstakingly recorded songs—into the love letter that they were meant to be, and he wouldn’t have changed any part of it for the world.

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78. Sonic the Hedgehog #50/Sonic Super Special #6 - Director’s Cut

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Endgame Part 4 of 4 (For Whom the Bell Tolls!)

Writers: Ken Penders, Michael Gallagher, Karl Bollers, and Kent Taylor Pencils: Patrick Spaziante, Manny Galan, Nelson Ortega, Sam Maxwell, Dave Manak, Ken Penders, and Art Mawhinney Colors: Karl Bollers

Oh, yeah! I told you this was a landmark issue! Not only was it the big 5-0, but this issue was in fact rewritten and touched up some time later by Penders himself, into a "Director's Cut" printed in one of the series' Super Special issues! Hence why two issues are listed in this slot, and two covers shown. They got absolutely everyone on board for this one, because remember, they were uncertain if this would be the comic's final issue, so makes sense to go out with a bang, right? I consider the revised version to be "true" canon, since it fixes some issues to align with later continuity as well as expanding on some things that were poorly explained in the original, but for the sake of the analysis I decided to read both side by side and comment on the differences. Some changes are simply minor dialogue alterations and recoloring of certain panels, while others are massive additions and rewrites of entire sections. Let's do it to it!

The original's intro page is once again a recap of previous events, while the Director's Cut contains an opening statement from Penders expressing his excitement to be able to go back and perfect the original story. Say what you will, but I agree, the revision is far better, and I have to give him credit and recognize that yeah, him getting to do something like this for one of his stories really is a treat, both for the writer and for any fans reading it.

We open with a flashback. Julian (referred to as "son of Ivo" in the original and "of the house of Ivo" in the Director's Cut) is running through a swampy landscape, attempting to escape his pursuers, an indistinct bunch of shadows firing lasers at him. He falls into water and passes out, with his pursuers losing track of him… and two spiny figures find him facedown in the mud.

That’s right, Sonic's uncle and father were the ones originally responsible for finding ol' Julian and bringing him back to the king. Jules' kind heart wins out over Charles' more suspicious tendencies, noting that "his kind" - Overlanders, as he calls them - have apparently done some pretty awful things in the past. Well this is all very interesting stuff, isn't it? After all, the comics never went into Robotnik and Snively's species before now. The entire planet has always been shown to be populated with anthropomorphic animals, and yet these two random humans stick out like a sore thumb. Guess we're finally getting some information on how exactly that came to be.

The king gives Julian shelter after Julian reveals how much he knows about his own people, and thus quickly finds himself appointed King Acorn's warlord, commanding his troops in a battle against the Overlanders. How fascinating! Apparently the kingdom, shortly before Julian's coup, was locked in a different war, the Great War (which I think has been mentioned once or twice before now but never elaborated on), which is how Julian rose to power so quickly.

Anyway, all of this turns out to be a dream that Robotnik is experiencing while he sleeps in some kind of weird upright pod. I guess he's just too crazy for normal beds. In the original, swatbots merely wake him up to go about his day, but the Director's Cut elaborates on what exactly his morning entails. Apparently, the swatbots have captured an Overlander for him, and the poor victim's awaiting some "tests."

So wherever these Overlanders are residing (considering we've only ever seen Mobians so far), they knew Julian, but believed him to be dead, and they're familiar with the terrifying figure of "Robotnik." Robotnik is merely mildly amused at the Overlander's confusion and terror, and tests some kind of beam on him, causing him to disintegrate and disappear… oh, boy.

Back on the Floating Island, things begin to break into a fight again, only for Dulcy to get fed up and break things up.

Oh, so now not only can dragons sense truth, but they can't even lie themselves? Again with the eleventh hour superpowers, Kenders! With Dulcy's testimony, Geoffrey is finally convinced of Sonic's innocence, having really no choice, and together they make haste back to Knothole, where the situation has gotten dire. Everyone has been rounded up by swatbots and are being shuffled along to be roboticized. Tails and Rotor make an attempt to sneak away, but no dice with Drago overseeing operations.

In the original, we get a quick cutaway for one page where Crocbot is called by Robotnik and reports that he's dealing with a sudden prison uprising, but the Director's Cut gives us a lot more detail. Somehow, Bunnie and Antoine have gotten free of their collars and detonated Antoine's from a safe distance, making their guard think they've all been obliterated. (How this all went down is actually explained in a future issue - none of these escape from Downunda sequences were included in the original, so a later issue actually went out of its way to explain the whole thing. As a result, even though some detail is revealed here in the Director's Cut about the escape, there are still some blanks waiting to be filled in further on.) The freed prisoners soon find the other three members of the Downunda Freedom Fighters, and they head to the loading docks where Crocbot is overseeing the transport of the ore to Robotropolis. The Downunda Freedom Fighters cause a distraction, ready to get some much-needed payback on Crocbot, while Bunnie and Antoine make their way onto one of the shipping airbuses headed back to their own continent.

Meanwhile, Sonic, Knuckles, and Geoffrey and all his troops have arrived at Knothole, and well, cheers love, the cavalry's here!

While Drago attempts to make his getaway, the Director's Cut cuts away for one page to show Bunnie and Antoine stumbling upon a very interesting video log on board their airbus, in which Robotnik happily rambles on about his new "Ultimate Annihilator, " with which he intends to erase Knothole from existence entirely, followed by conquering the rest of the world unopposed.

Sonic pursues Drago, and in the original, he's knocked out not very far from the commotion by a rock thrown by an angry Hershey. However, the Director's Cut goes a little further. She lures him in by flirting, telling him that "What girl wouldn't want a winner…"

She basically straight up attempts to murder his ass in a screaming rage, which honestly, I don't blame her for one bit. She does indeed end up knocking him out with the rock, at which point Sonic arrives to observe the scene. She sobs and reveals her part in Sally's supposed death, to which Sonic merely replies that she shouldn't blame herself, because "we were all duped." While by now Bunnie and Antoine have arrived on scene (and thus so has the ore Robotnik needs to complete his Ultimate Annihilator), Sonic races toward his final destination - Robotnik himself.

He barely even stops to kick Snively out of his way, with Snively apparently quite determined to stop him from reaching his destination. Hey, what's up Snively? Didn't you want your uncle's plans to fail?

From here, I'll basically just be using the Director's Cut, since the ending sequence was so drastically changed for the better that the original isn't even worth our time. Sonic runs into Antoine and Bunnie in the halls, where they inform him of their plan to attempt to detonate Robotnik's weapon before it can fire. Sonic races to buy them time, but as the pair reach the cannon…

There's still a chance! That was only the initial activation! Come on Sonic, you can get there in time! He races into Robotnik's room with seconds on the clock…

Unfortunately, sometimes, even Sonic's speed isn't enough.

I feel like if there was any moment that Sonic would have let out a precision F-bomb, it would be now. First this kid lost his girlfriend, then everyone he ever loved was wiped out in an instant. Damn, dude…

Things aren't over, though. Bunnie and Antoine plant their bomb anyway, and as Sonic races for Robotnik, an alert announces a catastrophic system crash, with the Annihilator set to explode and hit the war room directly - right where Sonic and Robotnik are standing. Both stand facing each other. Surprisingly, Robotnik isn't even angry. He merely states that he's gotten to see his plans finally come to fruition, and that the only thing he wants now before he dies is to finally kill his most hated nemesis.

And so, as the Annihilator fires, they fight - and the explosion hits them.

We get a full blank white page after this. Just empty nothingness.

Then, a hand shattering through. A torso. Somehow, incredibly, Sonic is alive, and has broken back through oblivion to collapse in the rubble of the war room. As he loses consciousness, voices call out, noticing him and racing to get him immediate medical attention.

He wakes up several hours later in bed, and to his shock, Dr. Quack is there - as well as Rotor. He's in Knothole. Knothole! The Ultimate Annihilator did indeed hit the village, but it didn't destroy it as monitors seemed to indicate - rather, strangely, it catapulted the place three hours into the future, in its own little pocket zone. New zones have begun to emerge all over Mobius as a result of the Annihilator's explosion, in fact. Dr. Quack explains how this happened - as it turns out, Snively was indeed plotting his treachery from the beginning of this adventure, and Robotnik was so caught up in his success that he had no idea. Dr. Quack had watched, as he looked after the crystallized king in captivity, as Snively had made his own little "adjustments" to the Annihilator - causing it to target only the organic matter of Robotnik himself, leaving the rest of the inhabitants of the world unharmed.

And, oh, right, almost forgot. Sally's alive.

Sonic races out of the medical ward to see her, finding her memorial "coffin" in a field, lying undisturbed. He opens it and kisses her cheek, quietly begging her to come back, admitting that he loves her. And her eyes open. The original merely moves on to the final page from here, but in the Director's Cut, we finally get what we shippers have been waiting for this whole time - the Big Damn Kiss.

*wipes tear from eye* And that's it! We've reached the end of Endgame, and thus the end of the comic! Well it's been a wild ride, everyone, but I guess we're - wait, what? There's more? 289 issues more, you say? Well, I guess it's a relief the comic didn’t end here after all! There're so many more loose ends to tie up and explore, new worlds to see… and a new era of the comic to enter!

Seriously though guys, let's hear it for this arc. I know some people who dislike it, but I honestly love it - I think it's one of the most epic, pulse-pounding, action-packed stories so far, and it's really the arc that finally took the comic from still hanging onto its goofy, episodic roots into something really special. Next issue, we enter the third era of the comics, where we get to see everyone explore a freed world, and an end to the war that's plagued them for eleven years. Our Brave New World awaits!

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God Save The King ||9||

Story Masterlist

Thanks to @vixxscifiwritings

Dedicated to the cutest @tomatoholmes

A cool breeze blew through the windows as Taekwoon slept, the bedding underneath him stiffer, much to his comfort making him sink deeper into his sleep. The sheets that covered him were thick and warm and held a familiar scent. He felt warmth pressed against his back, comforting in the cold. In the last five years, Taekwoon had never felt so at comfort. He turned towards the warmth, feeling it wrap around him, caressing his face.

“We must wake up, love.”

He cracked one eye open, noting the familiar surroundings of his chambers back at his capital. The cold mountain air was bracing as compared to the heat of the south that he had struggled with for so long. Yet the warmth of the body beside him brought him back to how he was lying in his bed having returned home with a queen.

His queen, he mused, hands feeling smooth skin as they slid up her back, tangling with waves of hair before cupping her cheeks to tilt her face up to him. She smiled, eyes nearly disappearing as he kissed her forehead, sighing out.

“Minah.”

“You’re majesty, you must wake up!” Joonmyeon’s voice interrupted him as  he blinked, disoriented. The oppressive heat flooded back through the room as Joonmyeon’s voice echoed yet again, causing his eyes to shoot open taking in his surroundings, he was still in the southern capital, “you must wake up, you’re majesty.”

It was a dream, the crushing reality hit Taekwoon like the heat wave as he sat up. He had chosen to take a nap to find some form of respite from the increased heat. Joonmyeon had offered to attend to him which he had gladly accepted. Joonmyeon handed him a glass of cool water. Taekwoon did not miss Joonmyeon’s gentle smile which didn’t give much away but his eyes told him that Joonmyeon wished to speak of something important.

“The heat is troubling his majesty. But if I may trouble him further, I wish to speak to you of something important.” he shot Taekwoon a meaningful look to which Taekwoon wondered if he had indeed called out Minah’s name. He nodded, standing up from his bed deeming the room too stifling for any form of discussion, his mind felt too crowded for thought, he led Joonmyeon to private balcony. Standing silently in the space, they two gazed at the garden and the sea in the distance. The sea breeze curled towards them, causing their robes to flutter.

“I must congratulate his highness on his excellent choice,” Joonmyeon began carefully, Taekwoon’s gaze fixed on him “although I’ve come to believe that his highness himself is not very pleased.” He met Taekwoon’s eyes “or is something else troubling his highness?”

Taekwoon always valued how Joonmyeon could easily pick up on his cues. Out of his entire small council, Joonmyeon and Minseok were the two men he knew he could rely on. Joonmyeon had come seeking asylum from the Inner Kingdom as a scholar, his genius raising him in the ranks aiding him in gaining a position in court. His loyalties lay with the East and he had proved himself time and time again.

“Princess Sooyeon is indeed a fine woman…” Taekwoon said, causing Joonmyeon’s eyes to narrow.

“But?”

Taekwoon remained silent as Joonmyeon let out chuckle heading indoors to return with two goblets of spiced wine. Holding one out to the king, he leaned against the parapet of the balcony. Taekwoon held the goblet in his hand thoughtfully looking into its contents.

“Is there someone else who has caught your fancy?” Joonmyeon finally broke the long standing silence, Taekwoon’s eyes shot up to meet his council member’s.

“It is my responsibility to marry Kim Sooyeon.”

“But she is not your queen.” Joonmyeon said as Taekwoon narrowed his eyes at him demanding a further explanation “your highness, a queen is one you respect and believe will be your true partner. Someone in whom you can place your utmost faith. Marriage between a  king and queen isn’t just a matter of lust. I can see that you have yet to find it in yourself to regard Princess Sooyeon as someone worthy of your people.”

Taekwoon’s silence would have daunted anyone, but Joonmyeon knew that his mind was racing.

“I apologise for overstepping the lines. I believe that you are the king who will be able to bring change to the East. Sometimes change needn’t necessarily come with time honoured traditions, but a break in them.”

“We’re too far into the negotiations.” Taekwoon replied firmly.

“You aren’t married to Kim Sooyeon yet.”

“We’re a month into negotiations, do you think Kim Wonshik would be terribly pleased if I told him I would rather marry the woman intended to marry him?!” Taekwoon finally exploded as Joonmyeon let out a soft ‘ah’ in understanding as Taekwoon’s eyes widened at his own words.

“So, you wish to marry Kim Minah.”

Taekwoon stared at the floor silently. This was the first time it had been said out loud and somehow it really struck him now that it was out. Joonmyeon looked at his king carefully, trying to assess what exactly would be the right thing to say.

“That doesn’t really matter does it?” Taekwoon spoke softly.

“The least you could do is give me reason for what your heart wants. It will ease the pain.” Joonmyeon smiled. Taekwoon sighed, Kim Minah was a good woman for certain, he held her in extremely high regard, she would be a good friend and most importantly, a good queen.

“She has...great intelligence…” he began, looking at Joonmyeon “she uses it to do good.”

“Like ensure that our kingdom loses control over a river?” Joonmyeon asked as Taekwoon’s gaze narrowed.

“For her people, we don’t lose very much by allowing a river to flow further south. Everything she does, she does for the benefit of her people.”

“Indeed, but Sooyeon is a great beauty known for her kindness. She could be trained by the queen mother.” Joonmyeon countered.

“Sooyeon is beautiful, but she needs to grow. She is like a diamond...she needs to be cut to see her beauty. Minah...Minah is like a pearl...if you pry her hard shell...she glows beautifully.”

“Diamonds hold greater value.” Joonmyeon chuckled.

“Only if they are cut properly,” Taekwoon snapped “our kingdom does not have the time to cut diamonds. We can find diamonds in our kingdom Joonmyeon; we cannot find pearls.”

“Then… is it not best to take something rare for our kingdom?” Joonmyeon asked softly.

“I cannot steal.”

“You aren't stealing if the pearl is lying on the floor unnoticed.”

“The pearl is being kept safe in a vault, it is happy there. What I'm being offered is a diamond. I have agreed to take the diamond. I cannot demand for the pearl. There is no honour in that.” Taekwoon raged.

“You believe that Kim Minah is happy in her position of limbo, your highness? There is no romantic love between her and Kim Wonshik.”

“One can grow to love.”

“That is what you expect of Sooyeon. But let me ask you one question your highness. Name one time where you've fought in the name of honour that you and your people have come out unscathed?” Taekwoon frowned as Joonmyeon cleared his throat to further elaborate “Every battle you’ve fought, you’ve fought unwillingly, risking your life to defend your father’s honour because he couldn’t do it on his own. You lost good men and precious lives, to defend a rebellion against your father’s honour.” Joonmyeon pointed at Taekwoon’s chest, an impudent move, he was aware, but the bullet wound that had nearly taken his life was evidence that contributed to Joonmyeon’s case “ You’ve had to tiptoe around the tenets of honour every single time and it has caused more damage than good.”

Taekwoon opened his mouth and shut it again. Joonmyeon continued, his voice softer “the one time you chose to follow your heart and spare the eastern border rebellion head because he was a simple peasant, you won. You won when you gifted him with grain rather than a bullet to his brain. We had their support in quelling the other rebellions after that. So, are you telling me that honour is what you’re going to use as your defence right now? You said so yourself - we need a queen, your majesty, not a princess.”

Taekwoon’s silence was all the answer he needed.

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[savagegardenforever]

Interview Extracts

Darren: I like Dr evil Interviewer: (Laughing) - I do too! What about Mr. Bigglesworth, do you have any pets that you tour with… D: Um…our backing singer Anna, she has a pet chihuahua called Cornflakes I: Cornflakes the chihuahua D: Yes I: okay D: And we are very cruel about Cornflakes. We make very nasty jokes about Cornflakes and we’ve had to invent an alter ego called peanuts, cos when we wanna say disgusting horrible things about Cornflakes, we must call it peanuts. So that’s, he is the fictional pet…fictional Mr Bigglesworth of Savage Garden.

Interviewer: What sort of weird things have happened, what things have gone wrong when your on tour here in America? Darren: uh, like um… me falling off stage perhaps -oops, I didn’t say that Interviewer: You did, where? Darren: Yeah, actually um we started the tour in er Australia in late January and er you know its quite an elaborate set with a catwalk and different things and everything was cool for the first two weeks of pre-production rehearsal cos we did it all on the floor. But when you put the show on a six foot stage and there’s a spot light in my eyes and I’m trying to be oh so sexy baby (laughs) in front of 10 thousand people (giggles) I actually fell of the stage! Different people: Oh no, oh wow, geez Darren: You know the really cool thing, and I’ve done it twice, the first time it happened, I don’t know how I did it, its that flamboyant rock star in me, I made out that I was flinging myself towards the hoards of women in the crowd.

Daz: We’ve changed a lot of the way we do our roles publicly, I’ve been doing a lot more interviews and photos and stuff like that and Daniel’s been rehearsing the band with the whip and uhh... they’ve been rehearsing to this ghost voice of me. So next week… Dan: We’ve got a picture of you Daz: Yeah so next week when I go back… (Lots of voices talking over each other that I can’t make out) Interviewer: so you’ve got that Nat King Cole thing going on. Daz: its like (sings purposefully out of tune) I wanna stand with you on a… and they’ll be like - oh the tapes better!

Interviewer: I gotta ask, where’s my sunglasses darn it Darren: You know, they’re in by sunglasses collection (Laughter) I: We were talking about this just the other day, and you must stock pile them! D: The thing is I should have about 20 pairs, but I keep losing them and uh, I actually… I recently had one pair for a day and I lost ’em. Its just, I lose stuff, but I didn’t lose yours I still have them. I: Oh thankyou, well I still have yours.

Dan: Listen to this, this is the most practical present I could ever buy anybody and for Darren its so uncommon…but it worked! It was $300 worth of "Jim’s Lawn mowing" (laughter) Dan: Well he’s used it already Daz: Yeah I’ve already used up the entire voucher actually. No, I vowed that I would never actually mow my lawn…I’ll do anything else! You know I’ll cook, I’ll take the garbage out, I’ll erm…what else do I do? Erm…whatever, little things… Dan: Clean the dog Daz: Whatever, clean the dog…pat the dog, but I just didn’t wanna mow! So I never will have to…ever.

Darren: How about Misty the wonder dog? Misty is Charles Fisher’s dog Dan: oh god Darren: So the producer had a dog, and her name was Misty. She was pretty cool actually she was… Dan: it was good actually having a pet in stressful… Darren: Cos you’d be like (makes funny stressed noised) raarrr - awww, hey misty Dan: and it was good for us Daz: And Daniel, what would she do to the producer when he sat down? Dan: hump his leg Daz: She would hump the producer! Dan: And we were all laughing and Charles didn’t quite know what was going on and he’d go…Stop it misty! Daz: Misty! Dan: like an hour later Daz: but he never cared!

1: Okay, Savage Garden recently did a gig in America and you know usually they invite a couple of audience members up on stage for the last song? 2: Right 1: So Darren gets this girl up who’s about 15 and he asks how she is. So she yells into the mic "Great, I wanna F*** you!" and everyone’s like huuuuh! (Shocked intake of breath) 2: She said what!!?!?! 1: And she’s only 15! 2: That’s disgusting!! Young people, where’d they get that language from!?! 1: And he goes "Sorry, I said I asked how you were" and she goes "Yeah I’m good, I wanna F*** you!" again! She says it again! Blah blah blah 1: So security pull her off and the audience all look at Darren 2: Security did what!!! 1: They pulled her off stage! 2: Oh they pulled of stage…I see, cos sometimes I thought they might have thrown them off stage and that can be dangerous 1: No they just, they just, gently held her by the arms, why the audience all look at Darren in silence wondering oh my god what’s he gonna do next he’s been put in this embarrassing situation. So Darren just says "Umm…I told my mum not to come to these shows!" so he’s alright he got out of it! 2: Alright, good come back Dazza!

Dan: Yeah, we’ve got a fairly sociable band, we carry a five piece band with us and they’re all, you know, drinking with the (mumbles something) Daz: Our band meets everybody, they get everything for free, they go to places, they get into the nightclubs, and we don’t! I was once in a nightclub in Agataris (?) and this is a true story… Dan: This is in Milan Daz: This is in Milan and we’re in a nightclub and he gets us into the club for free and we’re there and he’s slapping…he’s doing the high fives with everyone there in the club. And no one knows who he is, but we got into the club because, you know of how many records we’ve sold. And I got kicked out of the club at one point because someone more important needed my chair! And Ben was waving goodbye to me! Dan: With all these supermodels on his arm and he’s just waving you know "See ya Darren, bubye!" Daz: So its not all fantastic at the top let me tell ya! Interviewer: Or he can get in as Savage Garden’s guitar player but you can’t if you’re from Savage Garden cos no one will believe you! Daz: I’m telling you the other day he was on the bus and his entire wardrobe was free! From his shoes, his shirts, his shorts, his sunglasses, even the hair products in his hair…all free endorsements! All because this guy walks up and says he’s with a band called Savage Garden Daz: I don’t get anything for free! Interviewer: I gave you my sunglasses!! Daz: (pouts) That was a mutual exchange!

Do you ever have nightmares, Darren? "I did for a while after I was held up with a sawn-off shotgun when I was working in the video store. I had the gun right in my face and these guys were really violent and horrible. For ages after that I had nightmares that they were breaking into my house. I really freaked out afterwards 'cause I could easily have been killed. It only took a dog to bark at me to make me burst into tears. In my dreams, these two guys were breaking into my house and I'd wake up in an icy cold sweat. I don't have many nightmares these days, though."

Darren: I came back to Australia... I was driving over to Daniel's house everyday - to write some songs with him - just like I had done six years ago. And I got to his house and we took a break from song writing and I realised I was making the same lunch that I used to make six years ago. I used to eat... Daniel: Do you want to share what it is? Darren: It's rice cakes with peanut butter and bananas on top. I haven't eaten that for six years, but when I write songs with Daniel Jones that's what I eat for lunch. Daniel: So that's the 'secret' recipe of Savage Garden. Darren: I just went "oh my god, do you realise what I'm doing?" and we just got straight back into it. Daniel: Nothing had changed at that moment. Nothing had changed.

"We're not savage at all. We're quite polite and quiet." Daniel "We hate gardening as well." Darren

Interviewer: Now, we've heard the stories about how it began for Savage Garden you know the Aussie cover band... Darren: Red Edge (interviewer laughs) Oi Oi Oi Interviewer: Do you remember much about it? Darren: Barnsey, Chisel.... very... I still don't know the words to Khe Sanh! Interviewer: Oh really, cos we've actually got a surprise for you boys, Darren we'd like you to sing the rest of this (plays Khe Sanh) Darren then sings along purposely out of tune, Daniel is laughing and then says "Sing properly!" Darren, not knowing the words, hums and substitutes words with such things as "a little bit of pastrami..."

Darren: He's like my brother. Daniel: I'd rather be his brother than his sister. Darren: I'd rather he was my brother than my lover!

Darren: I'm not allowed to sit next to the window at the accountant's office because I look out. Daniel: He ends up doing silly drawings of our accountant, and then does a page worth of autographs.

Darren: To the Moon and Back. Daniel: Known as To the Crack and Back. Darren: To be known as To the Crack and Back.

"Just a word of warning, if you are going around to Savage Garden's house later on in the evening, just be careful where you sit." -host of the 1997 ARIAs on Savage Garden's success and the pointy shape of the awards

Interviewer: What's the one thing you can't say no to? Daniel: Sex. Darren: Sex.

On Star 98.7 in Los Angeles, the interviewer mentioned that Darren and Daniel were good-looking guys, and Daniel answered, "Well hung." (Which has to do with the male anatomy...) Later, the female interviewer commented that they were cute and talented, and the male interviewer replied, "You're just saying that because he's well hung." Darren, embarrassed, yelled, "Oh my god!"

Interviewer: What is your most underrated talent? Daniel: Erotic Dancer. Darren: Stand up comic.

Darren: The favourite nude moment in my life? Oh, we were on tour, in Melbourne, and we were having a little dare with the other Tarago there were the backing singers and the band in one, and me and Daniel and, you know, spouses and things in the other. And suddenly breasts were flashed, there was the odd penis and so I completely took all my clothes off and ran around their bus about four times and beat them. Completely shamed them out. The only problem is there were fans actually following and they photographed the whole incident. And a bit later... Interviewer: Last time we spoke to [Darren] he was talking about flashing his willy out of a Tarago and everything. We were getting very worried. Daniel: He told you that, did he? Interviewer: Yeah. And how did he go with the extension? Daniel: He keeps doing it. Keeps getting longer and longer.

Interviewer: Darren, do you still check your hair in the car mirror? Daniel: He shut the door on me once doing it (laughs), I wasn't even out yet and he wanted to look at his hair in the mirror! Darren: It's very important for me to look presentable!

Interviewer: Do you have any of those things on the plane, like those essential oil jet lag things? Cause you look so good... Darren: No, I had diahorrea actually! Seriously. Daniel: Thanks for that! Interviewer: So that's why you look so thin and toned...

Darren: [In Dr Evil voice] I shall call Daniel Mini-Me, - you complete me. Why, if anything should happen to you, I probably would just replace you, but for at least 10 minutes I would be completely inconsolable, yes. [Daniel's laughter] Interviewer: See, it made an impact on him, that movie. Daniel: Yeah, it did, it was worth the popcorn. Darren: [In Dr Evil voice] I love you for taking me to see Dr Evil.

[my-mystic-messenger]

Hey there !! Can you elaborate a little on why you think Jumin is emotionally constipated?? Thank you in advance :D

I sure can, my dearfriend. 

As you see, by definition being emotionally constipated meansnot being able to handle and/or process emotion. It doesn’t mean thatyou lack emotion, or that your emotional range is in any way limited.Jumin isn’t emotionless, he just has a very hard time understandinghis emotions. In fact, sometimes I feel like people who areemotionally constipated are as much, because once in their life theymight have felt too much, incapable of handling and thereforsuppressing said emotions. I feel like that might be the case withJumin.

So, let’s have a look atwhat could have caused such constipation:

His birthmother

Itis made obvious, on multiple occasions in the game, that Jumin’sbirth mother was divorced by his father early on and seems to be outof the picture. She is never mentioned and his step-mother is the onehe refers to as ‘mother’, which indicates that he doesn’t share arelationship to his biological mother. Such things are often hard onchildren, especially if my assumptions are true and the woman decidedto abandon Jumin and her father. I cannot imagine Chairman Hanrefusing to let his son see his mother, nor that Jumin – especiallyat such a young age – would not want to see her. Being abandoned bya parent can leave deep wounds in any human being, let alone avulnerable child. 

His step-mother

After being abandoned byone of the most important females in anyones life to have herreplaced with this particular step mother did Jumin no good. Not onlyis she an obvious gold digger to the point that even a child would beable to notice, from the interactions he has with her it’s obviousthat he doesn’t feel connected to her at all. She is nothing but aburden he tries to avoid at all costs. On top of that it is heavilyimplied that she has been sexually harassing him for quite some time,as he barely even reacts to her advances in the visual novel, almostlike he’s gotten used to them by now. So, the second female and corerole model of his life turns out to be a disappointment and failureas well. Once more, something that leaves a child rather empty andlost.

His father

Now while Jumin has a reportedly greatrelationship to his father, that might actually be a big reason as towhy he is the way he is. For one, without a second parent to 'fixate’on, Jumin had to give all his attention to his father. The father hefirst and foremost got to know as a huge businessman. While they doexchange gifts and nice gestures, that is hardly something you wouldcall a healthy, let alone warm relationship. Anyone can spend moneyon a gift for you, but you will feel none the richer for it in theemotional department. So not only did his father lack a certainemotional bond to his son, Jumin also had to watch him have a stringof empty flings. That could have negative consequences for multiplereasons other than the obvious. Seeing someone he looks up to somuch, as a father and a rational businessman, give away love tofreely to meaningless women, losing all his rationality must havehurt in many ways.

Upbringing

His upbringing, in myopinion, plays a big role in this as well. For one he learned earlyon that all the praise he got was empty and thereby worthless. As ayoung, impressionable child you rely heavily on what people aroundyou tell you. What your surroundings encourage or discourage you todo can change the paths you take in life rather heavily. It certainlydid for Jumin. Not being properly praised, which in his mind probablyequated to not being praised at all, made him develop an unhealthyperfectionism. With him it’s either 0% or 100% with nothing inbetween. Seeing the world like that though, black and white whileignoring all these shades of grey, generally speaking has negativeaspects on emotions, as they rarely fit into such simple categories.

Life in the public eye

I think this one might notbe something a lot of people would take into consideration, but fromthe moment Jumin was born his entire life was spent mostly in thepublic eye. He seems to be one step short of being a full blown idolwith people constantly throwing themselves at him. As an adult thatis already restricting and tiring, but growing up that way must havehad an impact. You learn early on to control yourself at all costs,seeing as any misstep could be broadcasted for the entire world towatch. For someone who is responsible for an entire company likeJumin, he simply cannot afford any mishaps. So, to prevent suchthings from happening, once more he is forced to conceal his feelingsand thoughts in order to remain diplomatic and flawless.

Rika

I mean whodid this bitch not fuck over, seriously? The only friend Jumin everhad was V and the second she stepped into the picture that friend waslost to him. Now some people might think that hey, just because youhave a relationship you don’t just forget your friends and you areright. For most people that is the case. However, Rika, V and Juminaren’t your usual relationship type of people. For one V iscompletely obsessed with Rika to the point of unhealthy. He iscompletely dedicated to her, willing to blind himself and thereforruin the one thing that brought him joy (and money) forever, just toprove his love. I think it is safe to assume that he would be one ofthose people to say no to a friend in order to say yes to a lover,namely Rika. So, not only did Rika take Jumin’s best and only friend,but she also took the last bit of heart Jumin had left. She seducedhim in a way he hadn’t yet encountered and didn’t understand untilmany years later – which we see in his route – and V helped herdo so. Rika wanted Jumin for his money to make her dream of Mint Eyecome true and not only did V not stop her, but he enabled her. Shetoyed with Jumin’s emotions and when he didn’t deliver the way shewanted to she brushed him off and Elizabeth the 3rdstepped in, all his love and obsessions 'wasted’ on a cat.

Misunderstood

Thisis my last point and it is an important one: Jumin is always andconstantly misunderstood and mistreated. In the chat no one reallyseems to be on his side, ever. Yoosung and Seven arebuds, Jaehee always sides with Zen in dissing Jumin while he himselfis all alone. Not only that, but all his attempts to fit in areconstantly blocked off. Having grown up with no other childrenaround, other than V, in a very posh and rich neighbourhood, morefocused on pleasing his father and meeting his expectations thanteenage lingo, Jumin has no understanding of things the others wouldconsider normal. They often tease him for it, making fun of him andonly pushing him further towards emotional isolation. However, whenhe actually attempts to understand they think he is making fun ofthem and quickly shut him down. They also feed into a lot of rumoursamongst others teasing him about being gay – which he obviouslyisn’t but the press made up to get some sort of dirt on his otherwisewhite coat – only making him feel the more isolated. His loveinterest is dead, his best friend abandoned him and the rest of his'friend’ hate and belittle him. Who would not attempt to shut theiremotions off? Well, sadly turning emotions off isn’t possible, butredirecting them is, no matter how unhealthy. Enter Elizabeth the3rd.

Now how does his emotionalconstipation show:

Mainly through hisobsession with Elizabeth the 3rd, his overly fatherlybehaviour towards the RFA and of course the intense love for MC inhis route. All the emotions he doesn’t dare express with anyone elsehe focuses on the only living being that has never fucked him over:the cat. Despite everyone being hella rude and mean to Jumin hestills acts like a father figure to everyone, trying to make up whathis father fucked up with him, or at least attempting to. He sendsYoosungs parents to see him, because he thinks Yoosung is lonely, notreally understanding that he might not like such invasion at all. Hesends bodyguards to everyone to protect them. He offers Zen jobs tohelp him and gives Jaehee a lot of hours to make her earn a lot ofmoney as he was taught that money was the most valuable thing in theworld. As for MC, that one is actually quite understandable. He onlyever loved one woman and that woman ended up failing him as wellbefore dying. Now he finally meets someone that not only he is drawnto, but who understands him, who sees his attempts at being a goodperson as such, who laughs at his jokes, who defends him in a groupconsisting of pairs where he’d been all alone and never even attemptsto go after his wealth, gradually erasing the negative image of womenthat had been created in his mind. After years and years ofsuppressing his emotions, of course he 'lashes out’ on MC the way hedoes. It’s like she breaks a dam inside of him and then gets a littledrowned by the wave of emotion before he learns to control it. 

Inconclusion: Jumin is a very emotional person, but doesn’t know how toexpress himself correctly and often misunderstands certain emotionsin others as well as himself. He denies himself emotion which makesthem come out in sometimes negative ways. All this poor boy needs isa loving and very patient girlfriend.

[albatris]

#squad, photo album, lightning, love note, conspiracy theory, psyche, and shooting star. Any characters! I wanna hear it all (:

Thanks for the asks! :D omg this is going to get so long and I am so sorry

#squad: who’s friends with who? what are the squad dynamics like?

The main little friendship gang would be Noa, Tris, Shara and Kai, who are all pretty tight-knit with each other generally speaking. Noa and Tris are best friends and have been for ages, they didn’t really have any friends outside of each other for a long time. Noa tends to hold other people at a distance, Tris is generally much more open but doesn’t really trust anyone besides Noa completely so like……. they can both be very closed off and difficult to communicate with at times which causes a lot of frustration in the group. Shara and Kai knew each other as kids but fell out of contact for a long time, there’s a little weirdness between them while they’re trying to get to know each other again and finding out all the ways they’ve changed. Shara’s social anxiety makes it difficult for her to engage with the group at times but she gets along pretty well with Tris because he’s literally the easiest person in the world to carry a conversation with, and she ends up having a super close friendship with Noa even though at first she finds Noa the most intimidating person. Kai loves everyone ridiculous amounts and is really great at easing tensions in the group, they’re p much the only reason things run as smoothly as they do. Anyway they’re all losers with lots of feelings who would probably die for each other like nbd

photo album: describe one of your OCs’ favourite memories.

Shara’s favourite memories are of exploring the abandoned cities around the Santaburg dome with her dad when they lived there. They would go outside of the city For Science and they got to do all this cool rock climbing and poking around in old buildings and unearthing mysterious shit that had been buried for years. She would always come home with cool stuff and parade it around like “look at this cool rock shaped like a dog I found holy shit”. It was just rad and she wants to do it again one day, but there aren’t that many interesting abandoned places around the Oric dome, mainly just desert and nothingness 

lightning: who’s the most impulsive character? and who is their impulse control?

I would say that Noa would be pretty impulsive? Everyone thinks that Kai is themore impulsive one, but it’s really just that Kai is themore unpredictable one. They do risky shit, but it’s generally planned risky shit and they don’t throw themself into situations they don’t think they can handle, whereas Noa is kind of just like “yep this is what we’re doing” and that’s that

love note: who likes who? crushes? relationships? are they mutual or unrequited?

ahh okay so, for a story with minimal romance I sure have a lot to say on this matter lol. Noa has a massive crush on her coworker Alice and vice versa, but neither of them are very good with ~feelings~ so they’re both just super awkward and flustered with each other. Shara and Kai have some kind of a thing going on, Shara was p sure she was gay but now is thinking maybe bi, and Kai just straight-up doesn’t see the difference between romantic feelings and intense friendship feelings, so like man those two have a lot to figure out but they’re cool w that and are just taking things as they come. Also Tris definitely has a huge crush on Kai, this is never stated outright but god it’s so obvious lmao. No love triangle though because uggghhh. So in terms of not-so-main characters, Marie and Francis have this lowkey office romance that happens in the background, and Hiriko is in a poly relationship with Jess and Alex, who you don’t really get to see that much of on-page but yeah.

conspiracy theory: what are your OC’s beliefs? are they skeptics or do they believe easily? who acts on blind faith? who needs to see to believe?

ok so Tris has some pretty elaborate belief systems because of his delusions and I don’t want to go too much into those at the moment, but yeah, I mean, it fluctuates quite a bit, sometimes he’s entirely convinced by them and other times he’s pretty sure it’s all a load of crap but it’s still pretty distressing. As a general rule, if Noa says something then that thing is true, but in most other contexts he needs some kind of solid proof to be convinced of things. Though he can occasionally be swayed by Kai, as long as Kai is very very patient

Kai on the other hand will believe most things right off the bat, because Kai is levels of go-with-the-flow most people can only dream of. They’ll give p much everyone the benefit of the doubt and will blatantly ignore obvious ulterior motives. When they’re faced with unexpected situations or things that should literally be impossible, they’re rarely fazed, and will instead just be like “fuckin neat” and try and figure out that thing and how it works. They operate under the assumption that absolutely everything is possible until there’s 100% solid concrete proof that it isn’t

psyche: what’s their head space like? do they have any mental illnesses? how do they process difficult or emotional situations? what are their coping mechanisms?

so this question has come up twice now and in my other reply I stated that Tris and Noa both exist in a constant state of just… internal screaming. I would like to continue this answer by saying that both Shara and Kai are also in a constant state of internal screaming

Shara has chronic depression and severe social anxiety that stops her from speaking around a lot of people, particularly strangers and authority figures, and she’s pretty much in a constant state of panic which is just…. not fun. She’s also very introverted and can become super overstressed if she’s around people for too long, and spending time alone to rest and process stuff helps her a lot in an anxiety sense as well. 

And Kai I’m pretty sure just has anxiety through the roof from always running around trying to fix things and help save the world in every possible way and like… they’re always constantly worrying over other people and wanting to help them and just… they just do not look after themself at all, they’re a wreck. Kai has no coping mechanisms. Kai’s coping mechanism is by saying “that sounds like a problem for future Kai” and then continuing to do exactly what they’re doing :/

shooting star: if your OC(s) could have one wish what would it be?

answered!

[stopexistingamg]

This isn't trying to talk shit. I just constantly think about these things. The way I'm writing this opposed to how it sounds in my head probably sounds different because I'm not trying to be an asshole. It might come off as mean or trying to trigger a fight but I'm not, I'm just expressing what I remember and what kind of brought me here. I remember when you gazed into my eyes the very first time you and I had ever laid eyes on each other. One of my unforgettable moments in my mind. I will never forget that moment. Probably one of my most favorite moments. It felt too unreal. I felt like my dream was coming true. Time passes and I doubt my feelings, because hmph, I doubt anyone could like me. Couldn't help it. Still fell anyways. I fell really hard. The jokes, the hours and hours of texting. Not wanting to sleep because of how cute and perfect and fun the constant conversations were. Ugh fuck. That was a once in a life time connection that I probably will never get again. If I do, it would definitely not be the same. Just so fast I really did feel like I could spend the rest of my life with you. I did everything to work around seeing you because you had become the biggest source of joy, happiness, confidence, and everything great in my life. I talked and texted you every single day. I told you everything. I was ready to share my life with you and I did. I showed you all of my favorite things in this world and it all was too perfect. Every date I took you on, nothing had went wrong. Fate was telling me how perfect you were for me.. Even through the random bouts of anger you had towards me sometimes throughout our relationship, and I didn't understand what I did wrong, because I know I didn't do anything wrong. (Obviously figured out why you had those later on. I wish you could have just been honest. Lies and secrets destroy relationships.) Even though at some points I did feel like you used me to sneak you out and let you get drunk with my friends. It seemed like that's all you cared for, partying and doing stupid shit, not even being romantic anymore with me. I still was in love. And I did those things and took you to wherever I could possibly take you because I would have done anything to make you happy; even if you didn't feel the same, because I loved you. I was in love with you. That's what love is; isn't it? Doing anything to keep the other person happy, because their happiness is yours? Time passes and there I was moving in with you. Huge step. Even if it wasn't the smartest, I was so thrilled because I was so in love and excited to be able to soend every waking moment with the girl I was in love with. I remember every morning, kissing you and hugging you. Having trouble just getting out of bed because I was soooo damn comfortable with you. Part of me truly wished you stayed in public school, because first of all you would have graduated on time, and secondly, it would have helped keep me at school and finishing with better grades and keeping me fit. When you were in public school, when I got out of my school, I'd work out, and then pick you up, or I had time to surprise you with King Taco and roses. Like. It gave me time to be romantic and not jealous. The second you started homeschooling, I was always jealous you sat at home playing my playstation and ignoring my texts. I had no time to do anything for myself while I watched you have all the time in the world. Let alone you didn't even put your free time to good use by working on your wonderful music. I remember getting probation at school because I wanted to be lazy with you. I got jealous and not to mention I got too comfortable in sleeping next to you. I fucked up a lot getting lazy with you. Something that I did not forget though, was when I pushed through and did leave in the morning, which was a lot of days. Every morning I would force myself out of your comfortable arms, and kiss you and say I love you while you slept, and then left. Then I'd text you "Good Morning baby, I love you so much! 💕" Every single day. Every damn single day. I remember I did everything to make you happy. Whenever you were moody, I'd try whatever to make you better. I would go out and buy you food. I'd try to tickle you or do something stupid to make you laugh. Man, I remember just trying to make ends meet by gathering coins, to selling my stuff, to whatever just to help you buy music equipment or let alone just food because nothing your family bought was appetizing. I remember putting so much into that relationship. So god damn much. I put everything into it. All of me. But you know what I also remember? I'm really not trying to talk poorly, I'm just expressing my memories. I also remember how I would text you those "Good Morning baby, I love you so much! 💕" every day that I left. I remember how I never got a reply until hours later. But the funny thing about that was seeing you like stuff on instagram or on my playstation not even responding to my message. A good question to think about is why you didn't respond back right away when you clearly saw your phone. The only thought from that was I was not your first thought in the morning when you wake up. I was not the first thing you wanted to do in the morning. Not the first thing you wanted to deal with. And all the times where you truly made me feel like you wanted to be alone. Throughout a giant portion of our relationship, I felt like you were so annoyed by me and wanted to be free and single. And it was true for the largest portion of it, you did. You really did. But I was too blinded by love to want to let that happen. I fought so hard to make you and try to make you stay "in love with me" even though the way you treated me was clearly not in love anymore. And I'm sorry if I ever held you back from what you really wanted. In a sense, you also held me back from what I really wanted. After the years of us fighting and hurting each other, obviously it was time to part ways. Nothing will ever hurt as bad as your first heartbreak with your first love. Nothing ever. No physical pain. Nothing. And now nothing could ever break me the same way again. I probably won't get as attached to anyone the same way I was attached to you. It probably wouldn't even be fair to the other person or anyone I could meet in the future because I'm not fully even here anymore. I lost so much of myself in you, that I don't even know where the rest of me is anymore. I haven't been the same person after all the pain I took and all of myself I sacrificed to try and keep things alive. The memories I have and the last draws That happened definitely destroyed the selflessness I had. The good in me dead because of all the hope I had was crushed. Lots of the things you did were wrong, but part of it is my fault that I couldn't accept how you felt back then. Leaving you was the hardest thing I have ever done in my entire life. The second I left, I was already having withdrawals. You hurting me with your texts did not help at all. The words and your actions, obviously caused by pain (like you were hurt too but still) were no help. I was breaking down. I could not cry, I was throwing up, I could not eat. I could not sleep. I know those were withdrawals. And I had to put on a giant mask to hide my pain and suffering. I could not give up my life because someone did not feel the same way I felt about them. I have to get ready now. I'm spending too much time writing this I wish I could elaborate more, but I have to do a lot of stuff today. I'm not trying to cause problems or even talk shit because this isn't shit, the things I'm saying, I'm not trying to make you look bad because I'm not, I'm expressing the emotions that keep going through my mind, except they're a lot worse in my mind. This is just a good expression. Anyways. The jist of this vent is to say. You loved me too late. I spent so much of my energy, my time, my emotions, my love, my heart, my money, my everything trying to make you love me as much as I loved you. By the time that everything was used up and realizations were made, I had to be strong. I had to leave. I had to learn an important, valuable life lesson. I had to be strong on my own, no matter how much I wanted you back, I had to learn things were just not right and meant to be. Independence. And it really does go to show, Love her with everything, keep showing her your efforts, or she'll eventually learn that she doesn't need you to do anything. Probably not how I wanted to word that, and that's not the quote I was looking for, but it gets the jist of my expression.